#'must have really liked the name benedict I guess'

[triangle-strategy-notes]

Benedict concept art! Translation notes under the cut, text versions of the captions in the alt text.

I ended up having some mix-ups with the words "Benedict" and "Utility" because Benedict's name and the word that was eventually translated as "Utility" are really similar. "Utility" is ベネフィット, and the characters are pronounced phonetically as "Be ne fu ~i tto" (i.e. a direct Japanese spelling of the English word "benefit"). Benedict is ベネディクト, and the characters are phonetically pronounced as "Be ne de ~i ku to". There's a solid chance I made some mistakes throughout the pages on which word I was supposed to use, but they're both referring to Benedict either way.

On a related note, there was one place (the note about the gun being able to fold) where I made "utility" lowercase. Japanese doesn't have capital letters, so that was just sort of a guess at what version of the word they meant.

"The neck muscles are hidden" was one that I couldn't make sense of. I'm sure there was something about neck/muscles, but the sentence (as far as I can tell) is something like "Hudan muscles of the neck," so I'm not really sure what it's supposed to say in its entirety. I'm going with the idea that Hudan was a slightly-off phonetic spelling of "hidden," but I might be completely wrong.

The word for "squeaky clean" was lit. defined as an onomatopoeia for scrubbing (ゴシゴシ or "gon gon"). I couldn't think of a good English equivalent that sounded nice within the sentence, so I went with "squeaky clean" instead, since I think that was essentially the meaning they were going for.

"Looks like father..." might have had some nuance that I didn't manage to get down. The word for father was probably something more like "the father of this household" but it wasn't super clear. The overall meaning I took away from it was, "Serenoa looks like the Wolffort family father," but that wasn't really the wording they used, so I decided to just leave it vague.

There's some text in the tiny little box at the bottom of the expressions page that I wrote as "From the setting." The actual text seemed to be shorthand for something, and I wasn't exactly sure what the intention was. It might have meant "this is a style that fits within the setting [of Norzelia]," or it might have meant something more like, "this was from the original setting up of Benedict's character." There's also just a chance it meant something entirely different--I feel pretty unsure about this one.

#triangle strategy #triangle strategy artbook #ts artbook character ref sheets #benedict pascal #erador ballentine #symon wolffort #benedict with a gun........ #also. dang. can't tell you how much the name stuff messed me up. #I kept going 'oh huh wonder why they didn't give him a codename' #'must have really liked the name benedict I guess' #don't know if I'm out of practice or what but this one was a doozy! #edit: WAIT I forgot to add a tag about that Benedict crying note #I am shaking Naoki Ikushima's hand vigorously #Benedict really is such a cool character and I really really love the way this design was developed

[fayes-fics]

A Welcome Intrusion

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: A drunken Bridgerton in the wrong room could be the start of something...

Warnings: none really... flirtatious drunken fluff, meet-cute.

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: This idea has been lingering in my "wtf is this" pile of scenes I sometimes scribble down idly. I decided to add a little polish and make it a little one-shot, as I could not see it having a natural home in my other WIPs. I also have vague plans to do the same scene setup with Anthony as a character study of how their reactions would differ. Unbetaed. I hope you enjoy <3

You are sleeping fitfully - a stifling summer night makes even a thin cotton sheet too much to bear on your overheated skin - when your bedroom is rudely invaded. 

In your half-awake, bleary state, you are not even certain someone is in the room at first, your back being turned to the door. Indeed, it’s only when the mattress dips that you truly startle. You freeze, facing away, completely uncertain what to do with a stranger perched on the edge of your bed. 

Behind you, you hear someone undressing haphazardly, Clothing hitting the rug in soft whumps. Bile rises in your throat when the effort-filled grunt while doing so is decidedly male. 

There is a triumphant noise, and then a body flops back onto the mattress with a self-satisfied chuckle. After a few beats, all is still, and you steel yourself to speak.

“Kind sir,” you murmur, not daring to move, clinging to the far side, “please leave my room.”

There is a decidedly undignified squeal of shock, more akin to a young girl, him flipping over onto all fours next to you, the movement causing you to turn over in equal surprise.

You both stare at each other as if burned; you clutch the bedding high around your neck as he pants lightly, recovering from the apparent scare you gave him, his breath carrying the rich aroma of expensive brandy. In the shaft of moonlight leaking through the curtains, you see the curve of his cheekbone, the sharp line of his jaw. Whoever he is, he is very pretty. Very drunk, yes. But very pretty, too.

“What in god’s name are you doing in my bed?” he demands, sounding alarmed but mildly slurred with intoxication.

“You are in my bed!” you squeak back, knuckles tightening around the sheet you hold, even as your traitorous eyes roam lower, entirely without meaning to. A slice of lithe, freckled chest muscle flexing over ribs as he draws heavy breaths makes something deep inside you quake. You quickly dart your eyes back up to his face. 

“I think not! This has been my bedroom since I was three years old!” he attests with the blithe certainty alcohol provides.

Oh, so he must be a Bridgerton. That is perhaps an easy guess, seeing as you are staying at Aubrey Hall ahead of tomorrow’s midsummer Hearts and Flowers Ball.

“I don’t think they would assign a family bedroom to a guest,” you answer with a flare of sass.

“Yes, I quite agree. That’s why you should not be here,” he huffs indignantly. 

“I was shown here by the head housemaid. That is my trunk there, the footmen brought in,” you point out, gesturing across the room. 

He seems to ignore your argument but suddenly swings around almost violently, looking at the room.

“I don’t have that on my wall,” he frowns at a sizeable floral painting over a dresser.

“Maybe because this isn’t actually your bedroom?” you volley back with uncharacteristic brashness, likely a reaction to his presence affecting you the longer he remains.

He whips back and narrows his eyes at you. “Did Anthony put you up to this? Or Colin? Change my room around and hide you in my bed to fool me? Are you some doxy?” 

“How dare you, sir!!” you blanche, horrified at his coarse language and that he could think you are any sort of woman of such low morals.

“My sincerest apologies,” he immediately looks thoroughly contrite. “You do appear far too well-bred to be such. But it still does not explain your presence in my room.”

“No, it does not,” you answer through gritted teeth, annoyance flaring at his continued erroneous insistence. “And that is because this is not your room…. dunderhead!”

The ferocity with which you spit the last word has his face morphing into one of befuddled incredulity, a single eyebrow arching.

“Sorry, that was impertinent of me,” you flush, dropping your gaze ashamed.

No!” he rushes out, “I… I liked it,” the confession apparently takes him by surprise as much as it does you, judging by his confused frown at his own words.

But then he seems to shrug and nod decisively as if agreeing with himself before he looks back to you, shifting so the light colour of his eyes catches the moonbeam.

“Who are you?” he inquires, cocking his head to the side.

“Miss y/l/n,” you respond.

“I’m Benedict…”

“...BrIdgerton,” you finish for him. “I assume, based on the fact you have a childhood bedroom here.”

He laughs; a rich, resonant sound that makes your insides jolt.

“Indeed,” he smiles, the ivory of his teeth catching the light. Again, you are drawn to how pretty he seems to be. “I am… quite intoxicated, Miss y/l/n”, he confesses, clutching a hand to his chest as if holding a doffed cap, “‘tis entirely possible I am indeed not in the correct bedroom.”

“I would venture that to be the correct assessment,” you offer with a meek smile.

“I sincerely apologise, yet again,” his face contrite as he shuffles into a kneeling position, his palms resting upturned on his thighs as if seeking forgiveness. 

The problem is all your eyes can do is slide down his bare torso, lingering in places they shouldn’t—like the swell of his pectorals, the dip of his waist, and the pull of material at the junction of his thighs just a few inches above where his palms rest….

“I suppose it is only fair I let you look, seeing as I so rudely interrupted your sleep,” he comments dryly.

Your eyes jerk back to his face, met with a pointedly raised eyebrow and a knowing crooked smirk. You feel your cheeks aflame and bow your head, biting your lip, knowing you have been thoroughly caught in your ogling.

“I… I apologise, sir,” you mumble quietly, “I… I have not seen a man without a shirt before…” you admit in a whisper. 

“And do you like what you see?” he teases, tone etched with beguiling menace, his mouth twisted into an intrigued pout as you dare to raise your gaze again.

“I… I…,” you falter, knowing that admitting such would be scandalous.

“Your secret is safe with me, Miss y/l/n,” he winks, “and I hope I am forgiven.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” you bustle out, tugging the bedding high under your chin again, wanting desperately to conceal the flush you know is creeping over your skin with every second spent in his half-naked presence.

“I suppose I should take my leave,” he sighs, his cadence reluctant, perhaps hoping you will dispute his assessment.

“That would be… the most prudent course of action,” you nod even though your fingertips itch to grab his hand and ask him to stay for reasons you don’t entirely understand.

He slides off the bed and scoops up his discarded shirt, a moderately unsteady gait as he tugs it back onto his body. 

“Goodnight, Miss y/l/n,” he bows with a touch of comedic chivalry before he takes his leave. You cannot help but stare at his shapely rear as he walks towards the door.

“Goodnight, Mr Bridgerton,” you call softly, and before you can stop yourself, more words are spilling from your lips, something about this man making you daring. “I do so hope you will offer me a dance at the ball tomorrow to make amends for this intrusion.” 

Even you are astounded by your words. Benedict pauses, his hand frozen on the door handle as he turns back around slowly, his mien surprised.

“It would be my pleasure,” he rumbles after a pause, a tingle running through your being.

“Until tomorrow, Mr Bridgerton,” you offer, heart pounding. 

“Until tomorrow indeed, Miss y/l/n,” the velvet of his voice tickling your skin long after the door snicks closed behind him.

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[honeybeedewdrops]

A Friendly Game | B.Bridgerton

Summary: You join the Bridgerton's for a little game of Mall Pall.

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm not very fluent on how things worked back then so please bear with me. If you have any information that would help feel free to message me thank you. Y/PN means basically how you want to be addressed

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Benedict did not go into this season expecting to be courting someone but alas he did. From the moment he saw you at the presentation of the queen he knew you were the one. So when not one but two Bridgerton boys took to the dance floor everyone was shocked.

It had been a few weeks into the season and you had many suitors but the only one that had really peaked your interest was Benedict Bridgerton. So when he invited you to Aubrey hall for the weekend you were ecstatic.

"letter for Y/N" you get up from the couch "who is it from?" you little sister asks leaning over your shoulder.

Dear Y/n,

It would me my upmost pleasure if you and your mother would join my family and I in the country for the weekend.

-Benedict Bridgerton

You smiled "oh mother we must go" your mother smiled at you "if you wish my dear." You ran up to your room and wrote a response right away.

So when the weekend came and you were on your way to the country. The carriage came to a stop you looked out the window and you saw the most beautiful house "woah" you made your way out if the carriage as the Bridgerton's came to greet you. "Lady Y/LN" Mrs Bridgerton said coming over to greet your mother. "This is Y/PN Y/N" you smile as you curtsey she gives you the brightest smile. You step away and admire the house. It had such beautiful architecture. "Ah, Y/N" you look over and see Benedict approaching you "good afternoon Mr Bridgerton. Your house is beautiful" "thank you shall we" he says and you take his arm as he leads you in. You met the rest of his family as well as the Sharma's who would be joining you guys.

You took a tour of Aubrey hall and as you had guessed it was just as beautiful on the inside as out.

All of you stood around mallets as Anthony explained the game. You loved Pall Mall you played it with your siblings back home, and just like the Bridgerton's you all were very competitive.

"Last year we promised to let the youngest pick first" Eloise complained. "we pick based on alphabetical order" Anthony said which you thought was ironic since the siblings were named in alphabetical order. While everyone was talking you watched Benedict the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled the wind flapping his hair a bit. "Y/PN Y/N" your thoughts were interrupted. "I'm sorry what did you say" "it's just your turn to pick" you nod and grabbed the yellow mallet. After you grabbed yours everyone went for theirs making you chuckle as they all fought to get one.

You kept up really well with the others making sure to nock Benedict out a few times. You watched as Anthony missed yet another shot and got frustrated "he doesn't like to lose does he" Benedict smirked "no he does not but the whole family is competitive" you smile "reminds me of a family I know" Benedict turned to you confused "My family is just as competitive" you say walking away to your ball but not before sending him a wink as you hit his ball into the bushes making everyone ooo. "Now that wasn't very fair" Benedict joked "well I have learned from my siblings you play dirty or not at all" "that would also be the fact here" Daphne says as Benedict went to get his ball.

You smirk seeing Benedict come from the trees covered in leaves. "It seems you have a bit of a problem" you say pulling a leaf from his coat. "it seems I do and possibly you can help me with that" you gasp "Mr Bridgerton" "What" he says walking off with a smirk. The game went on a little while later Miss Edwina cut out and joined the mothers Anthony was going to go with her but she stopped him.

After a bit of mall pall you all went in to freshen up as well as have dinner. At dinner Benedict was acting very strange he even knocked over a cup of wine it was as if he was drunk. "Is your Brother ok?" you ask Eloise "which one?" "Benedict he is acting very strange" she smirked "well I think he's nervous he's very smitten with you Y/PN Y/N" you blush at that and go back to eating.

Benedict didn't propose until you guys were back in London. He did it the next night at the ball you said yes. Even after the whole sandal with Anthony and then Eloise you two had a beautiful wedding.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict x reader #Benedict imagines #Bridgerton imagines #Bridgerton #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader

[eternal-moss]

I am sending the greekified names here because replies are weird

Mondstadt - if we go by literal translation Σεληνούπολη or Φεγγαρούπολη (latter feels really cute and nice and home-y). But for the funny version that is closer to what the english (well german ig) Μονστάδια (female because cities are mostly female named)

Now for characters

Albedo - Αλβίδος (I think literally his name means like whitening right? That in greek- Λεύκανση- is a female noun, so I guess White it is, Λευκός)

Amber - (literal Κεχριμπαρία) Αμβήρα (? I prefer the literal translation)

Barbara - Βαρβάρα (an actual name used here actually)

Bennett - Βενέτης/Βενέτιος (suuper rare name)

Diluc - Διλούκης but i will be calling him Λουκάς (for literal name I think Diluc means dawn right? so uhhh listen, Αυγή is a female name without a male equivalent so I would go for the next best thing, Ανατόλης (male version of sunrise and east, which i think is an actual name, but it is super rare) which can be nicknamed as Τόλης!

Diona - Διόνα/Διόνη. But she shall be renamed as Δανάη by me because i like the name.

Eula - Her name is Ευλογία. In my heart.

Fischl - Φισλ, because that's the name she got from a character in a book. Her real name is Αμαλία.

Jean - Ιωάννα.

Kaeya - Κάεγιος. Next question

Klee - Κλειώ I think. I this this is how it is spelt. If we go by literal translation, Τριφυλλίτσα? I think this would be super cute. Then we can go a step further and take how that sounds and name her Φιλίτσα (etymologically very different but it sounds similar)

Lisa - Ελίζα from Ελισάβετ.

Mika - Μιχαήλ

Mona - Μοναχή; I doubt this is a name but at this point if Παρθένα is an actual name that is used, why wouldn't Μοναχή belong to a very obscure saint?

Now for each of the potential etymology origins of her name (taken from her wiki)

English name "Mona," which is derived from Gaelic "muadh" (noble). - Ευγενία

Northern European name, an alternative form of "Monica." - Μόνικα

Old English "mona" (moon), which possibly stemmed from her career as an astrologer. - Σεληνία, or hell if you are willing to go several layers of abstraction Άρτεμης/Άρτεμις (I have seen both spellings being used, with the latter being more archaic)

From "Mona Lisa" with the first element derived from Italian "madonna," which means "my lady." - Κυρία. If you wanna be a little funny about it make it Κυριακή (Dominica) (KYRIAKI MENTION!!!! LET'S GO)

Noelle - Νωέλλη (Έλλη as a nickname, cute). For etymology, this means Christmas. Christmas (Χριστούγεννα) is not a name here. So I guess the closest would be Χριστίνα.

Razor - Ραζόρης. For a name with a similar meaning uhhh Ξυράφης LOL. But based on the vibes of the meaning of his name I am naming him Αλέξανδρος. My thought process is Razor - blade - fighting - fighting men - alexandros (lowkey what the name means)

Rosaria - Ροζαλία

Sucrose - Σακχαρόζη (lol, the literal translation). But for a close name that has a similar name I would go for Ζαχαρία.

Thank you for sitting through my insane thesis

Kye I literally love this so much….. You literally have a Galaxy Brain TM

Aaa both names for Mondstadt are super cute, I was unaware of Φεγγάρι meaning moon until now, (I only knew σελήνη bc of Greek mythology-)

Also yeah Albedo literally just means White. Bro is pallid. Making him Λευκός would be pretty similar to Diluc’s Λουκάς, I wonder what the ship name would end up being lol-

There’s nothing much I can think of to say about Κεχριμπαρία, although I find it funny how many more syllables it has compared to Amber.

I guessed that Barbara was probably Greek in origin, but it’s cool that Βενέτης/Βενέτιος exists in Greek as well, I hadn’t expected that :0 apparently the online etymology for ‘Bennett’ says it comes from Benedict/ the Old English word beonet (bent grass???) but that sounds a bit bullshitt-y when Βενέτης is right there and way more similar.

I really like all the names you came up with for Diluc, and I guess that’s where Anatolia must have come from! I like when places to the east of a country get given names to do with the sun rising in the morning, the word ‘Orient’ in English now has (understandably) bad connotations due to colonialism, but it came from Latin ‘orior/oriri’ (lit to rise) to do with the sun rising from the east. Ανατόλης being an actual name is super cool, it sounds really pretty :o

Haha I hc Diona as Welsh for literally no reason, and in my brain she’s Dian- Δανάη sounds really cool as well, like a regal name

Ευλογία. You are literally Galaxy brained that’s so gorgeous. ‘Eula’ just makes me think of Euler (which I know is actually pronounced like ‘oiler’ or something, but the UK most people just say it like ‘eula’. So I can’t help but associate her with Maths now fml). Ευλογία is actually so beautiful, it feels also like it could be thematically related to her character? I don’t know enough about Eula lore (still not a Eula Hager orz) but I think it could be a ~deep~ name for her.

Haha apparently Φισλ means ‘whistle’, but I think it the job as being a transliteration. Apparently Fischl literally just means fish or fishy or little fish (I don’t know about German diminutives but someone said it is) so if anything it’s less silly than the German lmao. Giving Poisson vibes. Imagine if Fischl’s outfit was not based around ravens but fish instead… beta Kokomi lmao-

Ιωάννα is nice, it seems a little more feminine than ‘Jean’, but I still like the vibes it gives off, it suits her a lot I think!

Κάεγιος made me realise that the true Latin equivalent would probably be something like ‘Caius/Gaius’ but I think if I was ever going to write it, I’d keep their names as close as possible.

Τριφυλλίτσα IS SO CUTEE AAA. I think it’s cuter than both the English and German omg. I hadn’t thought of doing a literal translation of her name for the Latin, her story quest uses ‘trifolium’, but there’s also ‘cytsium’ but lets be real neither of those sound that great lmao. Φιλίτσα is actually so cute as well auuu. I can just imagine Albedo/Alice saying it TwT

I didn’t know that Eliza/Ελίζα and Elizabeth/Ελισάβετ existed in Greek, that’s pretty cool. Lisa is one of the words I don’t really have to change for the Latin versions, bc she’s at least semi-implied to be Italian anyway

Μιχαήλ makes a lot of sense, and it makes me think of Mello/Mihael Keehl from Death note-

The whole section on Mona is so interesting I didn’t know any of it. I’m guessing that ‘Monica’ also might be derived from moon/mon, but I had never thought about that before, ‘Mona’ is perfect for an astronomer! Σεληνία/Άρτεμης are pretty cool, but I was wondering, is ‘Artemis’ still a name that the younger generations use? Bc I thought it was something that older women tended to be called.

I did not know about the ‘Mona’ of Mona Lisa being from Madonna, that’s really cool. I think we should call her Κυριακή for the lols though, it would be funny-

Νωέλλη/Έλλη is so cute omg…. Naming her Χριστίνα reminds me of how people were saying ‘Barbara’ is like the Mondstadt version of ‘Christina’, named after Barbatos instead of Jesus Christ.

Ραζόρης sounds cute, but I like the idea of Αλέξανδρος. If we wanted to put him through more layers we could make it the Arabic equivalent Iskandar which would be funny (bro is literally Iskandar Puteri)

Ροζαλία is nice, it would be cute to keep Razor as Ραζόρης and have them be kind of similar, I forgot that Rosalie is a kind of a name in English. And also Rosaria keeps the religious connotations (or the weird Mondstadt Pseudo-Christianity at least) by sounding like ‘rosary’.

Omg yeah I internally refer to Sucrose as Sacarosa (the Spanish ver of her name) bc ‘sucrose’ is really weird for an English first name lmao. Although it does fit her (she is a weird girl after all /pos), and she does seem like the person to name herself after a disaccharide lmao. Σακχαρόζη is cute, but Ζαχαρία sounds a bit more natural I think.

I LOVED THIS TSYM FOR SENDING ITTT. Sorry it took me a while to respond, it was quite late at night when I received it, so I waited to dissect it the next day :3 thank you again, your insight into Greek stuff is so cool and I always love to hear it

#Languages tag #Mondstadt tag #Greek tag #Genshin impact #For a really horrible moment I thought it all got deleted 😥 #mossy rambles

[sophieswundergarten]

I really want to see Curtain and S. Q. incorporated into the Benedict household, but, like, in that kind of way that would happen if your weird uncle that you hardly ever see moved in.

He just shows up with all of his suitcases and conscripts Rhonda to help him carry them into the first bedroom he can find situated farthest from the main house. He rarely comes out, and if anyone knocks he will not answer until they have opened the door, at which point he will become very annoyed and ask what they want in an irate tone. One day (an indeterminate amount of time after he moves himself in) Kate drops down into his room via the air vent and S. Q. is just. There.

Kate, being Kate, just waves at him and then turns to ask Curtain her question (if he'll teach her how to do magic tricks). Curtain shoos her out immediately, avoiding comment on whether or not he knows magic, and she goes, passing Reynie in the hall.

"Oh hey, when did S. Q. move in?"

And Reynie's like "S. Q.??? What do you mean he's 'moved in'?? Since when???"

Kate shrugs "I don't know, that's why I was asking you. Anyways, do you know where Constance has been keeping the glitter?"

Reynie directs her to the appropriate place (a stash in the hallway linen cupboard, one in the bottom left section of the spice rack, and under Constance's bed), and runs off to find Mr. Benedict.

Now. You must understand, that for the purpose of this wildly contrived scenario, the kids all forgot to mention that S. Q. is legally Curtain's son. They barely even said his name, partly because Reynie felt so terrible about their whole relationship, and partly because there were so many things going on. So, when Reynie gets to Mr. Benedict's study, he's like "Mr. Benedict, why didn't you tell us S. Q. is living here too?"

Mr. Benedict: "S. Q.? Isn't that the boy from the Institute? What do you mean he's living here? Of course, he's welcome, but I would like to know why, before taking any more children into my home."

Reynie: "I don't know, Kate just passed me in the hall and said he's living here now. I think he's in Dr. Curtain's room."

This makes Mr. Benedict even more confused and a little bit worried, since he knows how little Curtain likes children in general, and hurries to his room.

Mr. Benedict, knocking: "Nathaniel, the children seem to think you have brought a child from the Institute with you. Could you please open the door so we can talk about this?"

Curtain, as Mr. Benedict is the only one he'll open the door for: "Of course I brought S. Q., he's my son. What about it?"

Mr. Benedict, clutching onto the doorframe with all his might and striving to stay in a standing position: "Oh, your son?"

Curtain: "Hm, yes. S. Q., come here, meet your uncle."

Mr. Benedict is on the floor before the poor boy even crossed the room.

Curtain, staring dispassionately down at his brother: Oh, drat. I guess we'll have to wait for him to wake up. [looks over at S. Q.] I hope you know you've made him very happy. Now lets see if he can stay awake through a proper introduction."

When Mr. Benedict wakes up, he is completely overjoyed and just vibrating on the spot about the whole situation and S. Q. kind of. Awkwardly smiles at him? And Mr. Benedict's down again.

Curtain, sighing and this time just nudging him with a shoe: "Honestly, S. Q., why did you do that? I mean, I know you can't help it, but could you, I don't know, maybe try not looking at him? If this keeps happening I'm never going to get anything done."

This time, when Mr. Benedict gets up, he takes a couple of slow, deep breaths and smiles at S. Q. as calmly as he can.

Mr. Benedict: "I'm sorry about that, my dear boy, I am just terribly excited to meet you. Would you be alright if I hugged you?"

And, of course, S. Q. says yes very shyly, and then Curtain has to catch him when Mr. Benedict nearly falls asleep again.

#i just #have so many feels about curtain joining the group and being slightly villainous #but in a specifically whismical way #to steal nobody33333333's phrasing #and then of course somehow this became about s. q. #i'll try again later to get at what i was originally thinking about #but i have been creating scenes where mr. benedict meets s. q. over and over for a week #and shaking them violently #like an etchasketch #just so i can start over again #it brings me so much joy #mbs #the mysterious benedict society #mr. curtain #ld curtain #ledroptha curtain #mr. benedict #sq pedalian #kate wetherall #reynie muldoon

[littleapocalypsekitten]

Random thought about shoving lifestyles in people’s faces.

So, i followed an email-link to Quora when I got online today.  Someone had asked “As a Republican, do you support LGBTQ+ rights?” For the record, I’m not a Republican, but since I follow a couple of political spaces for farts and giggles I get email-links like that.  

Reading through the answers people gave was predictable.  Lots of “No, I believe everyone has rights, but these people want special rights” and so forth.  A lot of people being “Marry who you want, but I don’t believe in transgender and I’m not going to call people by names and pronouns that don’t match their biological sex” and people going “What rights don’t they have?” and claiming that laws won’t be enforced against people doing what they want (by the historically ignorant), and even some Gay Republicans chiming in about how they’re gay, but not “woke” and don’t agree with trans people being a thing...  A lot of it was “I’m okay with people who don’t make it their entire identity” and “Don’t shove your lifestyle choices in my face!”  I’d given thought to asking some of these people “What if you, as a cis person, hate your given name and much prefer a nickname or are in the process of legally changing your name because you don’t like the one you were given?’  i was thinking of saying “What if someone’s parents named them Adolf or Benedict and they really wanted that changed and couldn’t get the legal stuff through right away because it’s actually hard to do that, and so they ask their friends and family to call them Addie or Ben or Max or something... if their ‘friends’ insisted on continuing to call them Adolf or Benedict, but not in jest, but because tHaT’s uR GiVen nAAAme!’ - if you were that person, you’d probably not be their friend anymore, would you?”   Ultimately, I decided that it was futile to argue, given the crowd.  You pick your battles in life and sometimes you have to let a mess of bigots be a mess of bigots when you know you’re outnumbered and don’t have the energy for a fight.  

(For the record, I’m also cis-gendered, but I know what basic respect is.  I also sometimes use the wrong public bathroom, if empty, because I have a small bladder, kidney problems and little respect for the useless laws of either Man or God).  Anyway, I then got to thinking of something that is shoved in our face culturally all the time that we’re all conditioned to just accept without question: 

Religion.  Specifically various shades of Christian religion in the U.S.  Here is where I’m weird - I’ve been various shades of Christian during different points in my life.  I used to be an obnoxious conservative-Christian when I was just getting my feet wet in it, was a teenager, and the mental illness I had that lead to a certain kind of mania was undiagnosed.  (No, I do not think reLIgiON iZ a MenTaL ilLnEsS! I just understand how certain aspects of common dogmas and the ways of certain people and religious fears synched up with my vulnerability for a time).  Having mellowed out / gotten treatment and experienced much more of the world and of people, I’m a Progressive Christian now, Universalist, one of those weird Lefty-Christians that the hardcore U.S. Real True Christians thinks of as a heretic and I am openly quite Agnostic, too. The point I’m trying to make is that I am not entirely hostile to Christianity, as I still am attached to a form of it (the dreaded Socialist Jesus, I guess), do celebrate Christmas (in a kind of curmudgeony, Grinchy way), and yet I’m secular enough to be annoyed at the very “in your face” of it all within the culture.  Very annoyed.   I’ve been working at a fast food restaurant for almost two years now.  From the week BEFORE Thanksgiving to the New Year, the music system at work, pumped over the loudspeakers for the customers and that which must be experienced by the employees who are there for hours on end - Christmas music.  Specifically Christmas music.  There were, of course, a few “just winter” songs (I have a mortal vendetta against “Let it Snow” now because the system had at least 5 different covers and they’d play almost back to back and GOD I HATE THAT SONG IT MELTED MY BRAIN MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!!!) But... a lot of the songs?  Very religious. 

Listen, American Christians, you are NOT persecuted when “Mary Did You Know?” is playing at the Wendy’s.  Seriously, Ave Maria, We Three Kings, Little Drummer Boy (yes, I lose the contest every year, all retail and food workers do), very VERY religious songs, all celebrating the birth of the guy that a specific portion of the world’s population thinks was an incarnation of God...  And it’s like, yes, that stuff is everywhere.  Every grocery store, every shopping center, EVERY FUCKING WENDY’S.  It’s on my mind because it’s about to happen again and we are not allowed to wear earbuds at work to play our own music (so no “The Night Santa Went Crazy” by Weird Al for me to soothe my nerves with the funny for me).  

And how is that not shoving a specific religion in everyone’s faces?  And this is culturally-accepted.  It is “usual,” the status quo. 

No matter how many retail workers, even those who are actually a part of the religion FRIGGING HATE IT BECAUSE WE CAN’T GET AWAY FROM IT BEING EVERYWHERE EATING OUR EARS AND BRAINS!  And people are soooo concerned that some little kid reading a book about a couple of boy penguins who raised an egg together (no mention of penguin-sex, just “Look, they adopted an egg in need!’) or Oreos making rainbow-filled cookies to attract capitalism-dollars or someone mentioning having a same-sex partner or someone wearing rainbow shoelaces... I guess that’s “shoving it in everyone’s faces!” and “Begging for special rights!’  Meanwhile, “Mary Did you Know?” is playing at the Wendy’s.  Where nothing is worshipped but money and grease, while you get your bacon-loaded heart-attack burger.    I can’t even with this country sometimes.   (And asexuality doesn’t make you immune.  Someone on the thread mentioned existing as an asexual and got told “I don’t want you telling sex-stuff to children even if you don’t have sex!”)  Like, okay.   Makes me feel like Trans-folk are the boogeymen du jour as “just gay” is becoming more accepted but the bigots want license to bigot.  I guarantee we aces are next on the chopping block.  You know, “How dare we not make kids?’ and “We must be unloving,” “It’s just a fad,”  blah, blah, blah.     I can always counter with Bible-fighting on this and say “We’re like the Apostle Paul” and cite those verses where he brags that he thinks he’s closer to God because he isn’t consumed with lust and point out that nuns have always been a thing, but methinks that “being chaste” and natural asexuality are likely two different things to them....  But, you know... just some thoughts on things being “shoved in faces” and “being people’s main / sole identities” and cultural acceptance here.  

Until “gay songs” are played over the speakers at all Wendys’ locations, I’m going to remain skeptical of “The LGBTQ Agenda” being “shoved in everyone’s faces,” myself. 

#lgbtq #lgbtqiia+ #religion #christianity #america #the united states #American culture #double standards #rant #vent #Christmas #American politics #quora

[lynmars79]

No Spoilers Review - The Olympian Affair

Just finished Book 2 of The Cinder Spires, The Olympian Affair. It picks up during/right after the recent novella Warriorborn, though that's not necessary to understand the novel's plot. Does show how and why Benedict gets a Cat name, though.

Picking up 2 years after The Aeronaut's Windlass, Spire Aurora seems to have come up with a terrifying new weapon as Spire Albion prepares for war. Spire Olympia hosts a diplomatic summit, also including some of the other Spires, such as Atlantea--which seems poised to ally with Aurora. Albion's representatives must navigate treacherous schemes politically, socially, martially, and magically in a race against time to secure the information and alliances needed to win the day, let alone the oncoming war.

More of Grimm's POV, more of Espira's, more of Bridget's. Duchess Abigail Hinton joins the POV cast; she's lover of Commodore Alex Bayard, Grimm's best friend since their Fleet Academy days--and one of the few people who was present and knows the truth about how and why Grimm was drummed out, which gets explained in this novel. Abigail and Alex are both duelists which forms a cornerstone of the plot and some of the stresses inherent between them and other characters.

Gwen is now XO of Predator, learning from Grimm. We learn how and why he initially received the ship from Bayard. Benedict and Bridget are courting, Ferus and Folly still aid Predator. Espira, his warriorborn sergeant Ciriaco, and (Grimm's estranged wife) Captain Calliope Ransom, find themselves wrestling with the dangers of Madame Cavendish and her warriorborn attendant Sark, versus their own consciences. I like Espira a lot; he's a man of loyalty, faith, honor, and principle, and it's all tested here. He was an antagonist in the first book, and while still part of the Auroran military, his role is different in this novel.

We don't get Gwen's POV (except for at the end), nor do we get into Folly's head this time. A number of new characters--many of them women--appear, including a much less treacherous love interest for Grimm (Piker Admiral and warriorborn Captain Ravenna), another dangerous etherialist who has rank in another Spire, the sister of Olympia's leader--and Abigail and her assistants. I liked Abigail right off; she's extremely socially and politically aware and rather badass in many ways. She makes difficult choices for the right reasons, even when it might cost her everything she cares about.

The Olympian captain from the first novel makes a cameo appearance to talk up Gwen in front of her father (one of the diplomats) but then vanishes again. You'd think we would see more of him given his home Spire is the central location of most of the action.

We also get a trip to the surface and some of the inherent dangers present in this mutated world. It's mostly follow up to the novella and tying up loose ends, creates some random complications for a character, and in the end...is really there to give certain characters something to do and an excuse to be at the climactic scenes while not actually contributing much narratively beyond a ground view of horror and a relationship shift that could have come in other ways.

And more hints that this is a far future alternate Earth, where some sort of disaster hit--and there may have been outside influence to that. Some story elements of Dresden bleeding through? We'll see I guess. There's a map of the various Spires and some colonies that looks awfully suspiciously North America-like, if heavily altered.

We're left on a cliffhanger and several other unresolved situations that make me think the next story is picking up right off the end of this story; characters in a precarious situation might get rescued in another novella, or at the start of the next full novel. And I really need to know what happens with one of the romantic pairings, as they're going through some roughness due to certain choices. Some characters are going to deal with some permanent physical changes, and one familiar character does die (can't say it was entirely unexpected, though I still cried).

But there's some happiness too, and bonds of friendship and various kinds of love. A lot of hope. Some wins, even amid losses and setbacks.

And the Cats, of course. Still infuriatingly delightful, as they should be.

EDIT: Oh, there's a bit more racial diversity at least mentioned as a thing in the novels; Atlanteans are also noted to be typically dark-skinned, and a few other characters in their descriptions. It's vague but there, or at least left to imagination. More than I can say for anyone who isn't straight, as the characters reactions and assumptions are all pretty stereotypically straight, as is usual for Butcher, I've so far found.

#The Cinder Spires #The Olympian Affair #Warriorborn #Jim Butcher #Captain Grimm #Francis Madison Grimm #Gwen Lancaster #Benedict Sorellin-Lancaster #Bridget Tagwynn #Abigail Hinton #Renaldo Espira #Rowl #Folly #Efferus Effrenus Ferus

[rey-jake-therapist]

Sooooo..... I've watched the first two episodes of Sherlock and I must say I'm not quite sure what to think of it.

First I hate that they fridged Mary. She was an awesome character with a fascinating backstory and she deserved much better than to be killed so two men could be all uwu sad about it and have a stupid excuse to be estranged for an episode.

Second, Sherlock who guesses what shrink John will see and what will happen three weeks later, but doesn't even notice that said shrink has a familiar face and voice? I mean I didn't recognize her either but I didn't have her standing right next to me and I'm not super detective Sherlock Holmes who's so good he predicts the future. That was a tad ridiculous imho.

Also of all people, John advises Sherlock to date... Irene Adler?? 😂 Ah yes what a good idea, advise him to date a psycho as smart as him, who will most probably hurt him physically and emotionally for fun. Sounds like a good way to cure his addiction to drugs. Telling him to date The Woman is really.... The worst advice he could have given him. If he really wants his friend to be with a woman, rather redirect to someone like Molly ? Terrible idea either way, but as a best friend in denial with my own feeling, I would want the man I love to be with someone who would try to keep him grounded, not with a psycho who would likely push him further down the hole he's been digging for years.

And for the record, I do think that Sherlock fell for Irene to a certain extent, but it was never "love" with the meaning that we usually give to this word. Also Benedict said he had sex with her after he rescued her but I have no idea if he was joking or serious. Edit while watching ep3: I guess it's true cause when he played her music on Euruce's violon she asked him if he had sex and he didn't deny it. I don't think that Sherlock has no sex drive, just that he suppresses it because it leads to feelings, and feelings scare him. I would still not call it conventional love, let alone a potential healthy relationship that someone should advise to his best friend.

Also Irene said to John she was gay in response to him saying he wasn't, and I find myself extremely bothered by the fact that she would have sex with Sherlock because "he's not like the other guys" or something. Maybe I'm being paranoid but the fact that she was evoked twice, either by name or by her music as a love interest for Sherlock, makes me think there was a furious desire to "set the records straight" (sorry couldn't resist to the pun) and after three seasons of queer-baiting, insist on the fact that Sherlock's more inclined to be with a woman than with a man, if he was going to be with anyone.

That said I got to see a man fine as hell fighting in a suit... That part was nice! Since Bridget Jones I have a weakness for British men fighting in a scene, they always look like they're more preoccupied with not getting their vest dirty than on not getting hits. And Benedict, these graceful moves! Cute.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock season #irene adler

[x0401x]

I really thought that Gilbert was going to find out more about Violet's past. second Benedict said that he had found clues about his younger sister, but the subject is not mentioned again, we know that he has been saving to make another trip to find her

We should petition for Akatsuki Kana to write more, lol. Jk but I'd love if VE came back one day to explain all the shit that was never revealed or confirmed.

I am one of those people who first saw the anime and then read the novel, obviously I prefer the novel, without reading the novel, I realized that characters like Erika and Iris are empty, especially Erika who we only know that she wants to be a writer and iris i hate her

I like that “obviously” a lot. XD

Sorry it doesn't let me write much but it continued. Erika is a character who happens in limbo, she has nothing interesting and she has no chemistry with anyone. pffff Erika×benedicto seems like a joke, Cat, well at first it gave me a good impression, well you know I saw the anime first, but I prefer the Novela, even so it is the only one of the group of ch that I like as a friend of Violeta, or older sister, since they do have chemistry, I'm not satisfied with Cat anime, but I like it

Yeah, Tumblr has a character limit for asks! But don't worry, you can send me as many as you want whenever! Also, I agree, it felt like a joke. I guess it was a joke.

I agree with the take on Cattleya as well. She's the only canon character whose anime counterpart didn't bother me that much. But yes, she's a thousand times more interesting in the novel. I think I didn't mind her because they changed her appearance so much along with her personality that it felt like I was looking at an entirely different character, just with the same name.

I hate that they removed the gay part from the anime, but she is the only one in the anime who can be considered Violet's best friend, because they have a lot of chemistry. the only character that was created by the Anime that I like is Luculia, because unlike Erika and Iris (you don't know how much I hate iris) she is the only one who is interested in Violeta and wants to help her in a certain way, maybe they are not the best friends but they look good

Lux will always be the bestie and without her, there's no bestie at all! And yeah, I like Luculia too. I like all the characters from the Doll school, tbh. They were nice.

You don't know how much I hate Iris, it's something that has stayed with me since the 2nd chapter, she's a capricious girl and her reason for being a doll doesn't make sense, she doesn't seem to have talent either, in her story they want to make her look like someone who breaks stereotypes with him typical "there is more to life than marrying a man" and wearing pants

Not much makes sense in the anime, tbh. And actually, Iris did want to marry a guy, lol. Btw, her pants were a design choice in order to make the characters have different styles from each other, according to Takase Akiko. In the last movie, she's wearing a skirt.

without realizing Violet (more in the novel than anime of course) does not break, like breaking a pencil, if she does not put a bomb on the word stereotype and she is not a woman, she is a WOMAN (in the novel it is clearer why is more independent than in the anime, since in the novel he destroys even the universe) successful, hard-working, strong (strong if he falters if we talk about anime) and capable of anything for the love of his life (in this part I prefer put Gil novel)

I don't get why Violet's pronouns are masculine here, but I agree with this too.

Well, I've gotten off the topic of my hatred of Iris, she's an empty character, her actions have no motive or reason, they should have placed her in another section as a portfolio if she wants to break stereotypes so much, they should never have placed her as "Violet's best friend" that no one eats it

“No one eats it” I’m losing my shit at this bit.

Iris must have come across as someone who doesn't like Violet or someone who at first didn't like her, but now she likes her a little better, if we left her as a best friend she would be a bit toxic, don't you think?

Well, I don’t think they’re best friends. Even the anime never really mentioned that. Lux ftw.

Writing up to this point I realize two things: first, my hatred of Iris is more than enormous XD, second, violet anime does not have many "friends" and is much more lonely which makes me sad, because almost nobody really knows her

Yeah. That’s one of the things that gets me (in a bad sense) about the anime. It’s so unnecessarily lonely. So depressing. So bleak. Hardly anybody actually seems to have a deep connection with anyone, and when they do, it’s always the canon characters. The anime originals waltz in, do a few things, say some bullshit that supposedly is very deep, and boom, everything is solved. It’s so empty and so lackluster.

Violet anime does not have a solid relationship in the anime, rather she is alone, Gilbert anime, better not mention it because it would never end, Hog is an attempt at father, although in the end it is only if the boss who helped her and that's it, Erika and Iris are just coworkers, Cat is the only one who really cares about Violeta and supports her maybe not as much as the one in the novel, but she gives us a feeling of mother and daughter

I gotta disagree with that one. Even Cattleya was set aside in the movie. She was barely there and didn’t seem to miss Violet at all.

Benedicto is just a co-worker, Luculia will be like that friend you see from time to time, the real friend is Amy and it's sad that they can't see each other, that's why I don't think it's strange that Violet doesn't miss her classmates, when he leaves with PunkHoel Gil

Wow, this punk hoe Gil thing really will never die. XDDD

none can replace Lux who is quite interesting and has a certain resemblance to Violeta, and I have come to feel that they are like sisters and it shows that Violeta loves her very much, the one who half reaches her (well, she does not step on her heels) is Luculia who I felt similarity in wanting to help Violeta

Yep!

the ch team from the anime is a work team without depth and without development, you can't talk about them as "friends" or "Family" Hoggins and Cat would have a one night stand XD and neither has a friendly chemistry with Violet

Still not over the fact that Hodgins and Cattleya actually had sex in the anime. And Hodgins didn’t think much of it. Ugh.

the ch team of the novel are literally a Family there is a lot of chemistry between them and especially with Violet, they have a deep relationship and we can meet and sympathize with them

Preach!

in conclusion, violet anime does not have many friends, she is more lonely and does not have much chemistry with the other characters as it should be, in violet novel, she has a better relationship with the characters and I can feel that she is not alone and more with Gil novel violet novel can return home and feel a family a boyfriend and is safer, violet anime, returns home and only finds her co-workers

You get it!

I love you so much and sorry for writing a bible

I love you more! And I love bibles! Write as many as you want!

#violet evergarden #gilbert bougainvillea #claudia hodgins #cattleya baudelaire #benedict blue #lux sybil #iris cannary #erica brown #luculia marlborough #amy bartlett

[dreamwritesimagines]

Hi, Dream.😊

Now that they are going to get married, I feel like we must adress the finances of this match. As far as I can tell, it's not all that encouraging.😬

To our knowledge Benedict does not have any independent income, which would mean that he's solely living off his allowance from Anthony, coming from the Bridgerton Viscount's estate. Does he at least have a house for them to live in? We don't know! Clover probably doesn't know! (I've heard he has a cottage in the books, I will not accept that as their new home, our girl deserves something better and closer to Teddy. He's probably got some "bachelor lodgings" as it's mentioned in the series that Anthony has, that is also not acceptable as a family home for our Clover).

Now, you've made clear that Clover's dowry is a sizable one, and they're definitely gonna need that, but that alone can't sustain them at the level of society they're at. I'm guessing Clover's uncle would probably be happy to pay her a yearly allowance, (like Mr. Bennet agrees to in Lydia's marriage settlement in Pride and Prejudice), and that might help some. Do you think he might also choose to buy a house for them and protect it in the marriage settlement, possibly intertwined with a strict settlement?

Hi my loveee! ❤️🥰

Oooh this is going to be fun! 😍❤️ I have so many ideas, let's get into them! 😍

So first of all, since Benedict is the second son (all the privileges none of the responsibilities😏) he doesn't have a title, therefore his own active income at least in the way that Anthony does 😁

He has a house in the books yes! It's called "My Cottage" (he didn't name it) (or so he claims) but it's not a literal cottage, he had his staff there and such😁 It was big 😁

I feel like he does have his own "bachelor lodgings" for sure but he will get rid of that once he's married 😈

Do you think he might also choose to buy a house for them and protect it in the marriage settlement, possibly intertwined with a strict settlement? This is actually what I thinking! ❤️ Clover's uncle will "gift" them a huge, very huge house, he has a lot of wealth -there was a reason why Clover had that many suitors and it's not because of her charming personality 😂- so I think they'll have two houses; Benedict will definitely buy a really nice house in the countryside for them to live when they're not in London for the season ❤️(1/2)

[eemarose]

Page Two --- Apocalypse AU

I slowly come back to consciousness. The first thing I see is a fire. 

I look around and realize I’m under some sort of tent or canopy. 

I sit up then look around, “Hello?” 

Someone walks over to me, “Oh good, I was beginning to think you were dead” He crosses his arms, “I didn’t wanna clean up your body, I’m a gagger.”

The way he talks is familiar to me. He sounds friendly but there’s that guard that everyone else has here, the guard that protects them from making any friends or allies. 

I clench my jaw, “Do you.. Do you know who I am?” I ask slowly.

He walks to the fire and adds a log to it, “I know a lot of people, it’s hard to tell” He looks at me, “Should I?”

He has a mask covering his mouth, maybe to keep his identity a secret, Dan had one too. I should get one too just in case my suspicions were right and I am a bad guy. 

I shake my head, “No no, I’m just a nobody who thought they could save this town” I laugh a little. 

He snorts, “Good luck with that, this town has been a dump for thirteen years.”

Thirteen years? Wow, my son Benedict is thirteen here? Maybe I should try to find him next. 

I nod, “That’s what I’ve heard.. Do you know why? Or how?” I ask, looking at him.

He pokes at the fire and hums, “Hard to tell, there’s been a couple of natural disasters in the past years, but I think the main one was probably the blame.”

I squint, “What’s the main one? Did you get bombed?” I ask while examining the burnt trees. 

He sits down, “Something like that.”

I tilt my head, “What do you mean?”

He looks at me with a half glare, half snarl then back at the fire. 

I look down, “Sorry, I’m just curious, I’ve never seen a more miserable town like this before..” He nods, “I’ll explain later. Do you have a home I can take you too?”

I shake my head, “I wandered here before I could get one, it was strange, I felt like something was calling me to this forest.”

 His head tilts, “Called you? What did it sound like?”

I shrug, “It didn’t really sound like anything, just a feeling” I looked away.

The truth is, I think something inside me knew that Dan would be here. Of all people, I knew I could trust him to trust me, no matter if I was a villain or not. 

He stands up, “Welp, I should bring you back to the Fury before I get in trouble by the Collins.” 

I stand up too and brush the dirt off my clothes. 

His eyes stay focused on the building in the distance. His eyes are a goldy yellow. Then as I’m looking at them, I realize who he is. 

“You’re Robin, the barista at Hanna’s.” I say hushedly.

He looks at me, “You knew me? Gosh, that was a while ago, I haven’t seen Hanna in years” He hangs his head back as he thinks.

I nod, “I think I was here before everything happened, I remember you from the diner.” I lied. 

Back in my timeline or universe–whatever this place is–Robin and Dan just applied to work with Hanna. Dan needed the money, I don’t know Robin enough to know why he applied. 

Dan introduced me to him a few days after they got the job. He had another buddy named Joey Griffin, he’s a sweet kid, I hope he’s okay here. 

Robin sighs, “Those were the days.. You must know Dan then.”

I stare then shake my head, “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

He nods, “Makes sense, he stayed in the kitchen more. He actually hangs out in those woods a lot, I think he was there when you hit your head.”

I fake a laugh, “How convenient.”

He laughs too. We finally arrived at the building. Robin talks to Carrie Collins before she leads me to an apartment for me to stay. 

I don’t know how long I’ll be here but I guess me hitting my head proved that this isn’t a dream. Maybe I need to do something here before I can leave. Do I have any unfinished business? I don’t think so. Well, Whatever it is, I’ll figure it out. 

I have to.

#one shot #one shot book #original character #ocs #books #original book #lily bean's oc #Robin Phalange #baker boys

[fayes-fics]

Cat-Nip [Drabble]

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: A new being joins the My Cottage household.

Warnings: none really, very minor injury. Otherwise it's all fluff.

Word Count: 863 (250 words, tsk honestly...)

Authors Note: the fourth of my 2k follower celebration drabble request fills (ask here). Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“What have you got there, my love?” Benedict asks warmly as he wanders in from painting in his studio for the afternoon.

“Oh, I just found this little moppet out in the garden; the poor thing was shivering,” you explain, scritching behind the tiny cat’s ear as it purrs so loudly it vibrates in your lap.

It’s all large eyes and tabby fluff—only a few months old, at a guess. Maybe abandoned by its mother. You were drawn outside by piteous cries that disturbed your reading. Now, after a quick but undignified bath in the scullery sink, some milk and leftover ham, it looks much perkier. And very happy to be with you. It has not stopped purring since.

“We have a new mouth to feed, don’t we?’ he sighs, walking over and touching your shoulder lightly, indulging you.

You look up at him through your lashes, knowing you have already won. “We have no choice; look at this little face?” you point out, your voice going high pitched and syrupy.

He rolls his eyes affectionately. “Does it have a name?”

“I believe it is a boy, so I was thinking… Anthony…,” you end with a giggle.

“Anthony? You want to name a tiny, useless ball of fluff after my elder brother? He will be mortified,” he points out, bemused.

“I know. That is why I like it, husband dearest,” you laugh louder, hugging the cat closer into your lap.

Benedict shakes his head and reaches down to pet the cat. Unfortunately, the little thing seems bewildered by a new unknown person touching it, and you watch horrified as it whips its head around and sinks its teeth into Benedict's finger, hissing at him.

“Oww!!” Benedict yelps and snatches back his hand. “That little scamp!”

“Anthony! No! Bad kitty!” you chastise, picking it up and scowling into its face. 

It at least has the to look a little contrite, and your heart melts a little at its pleading expression, even as Benedict huffs a laugh.

“Well, I must say, I will find great amusement in you admonishing anything with that name,” he states drolly. “Even if does not warm to me.”

“He will,” you assert. “He is just a little overwhelmed, that is all. Who could not love you, Benedict?” you point out, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

You put Anthony down into a basket you have padded with a small throw pillow, and he instantly seems to curl up, basking in the warmth of the fire nearby. Then you twist to look properly at Benedict and inhale sharply. There is a little trickle of blood running over his knuckles.

“Lords alive; I had no idea he had injured you so much! Why did you not say? We must get you fixed up right away!” you fret, jumping to your feet and dragging Benedict by the arm towards the kitchen, where you know the staff keep some medicinal supplies for knife-related injuries.

“Darling, I’m fine,” he chuckles at your concern.

“We are fixing you up!” you insist, pushing him down into a chair at the staff table with hands on his shoulders.

His face quirks into an amused expression as you open and close various cupboards in rather an agitated state until you make a tiny triumphant noise and pull back, holding a bottle of iodine, a roll of cotton bandage and some clean muslin squares.

You take a seat next to him and grab his large hand, mopping up the trickles of blood and then applying iodine to the puncture wounds from the little fangs.

“You are such a good patient, not even a hiss as I applied the tincture,” you tease lightheartedly.

He laughs and catches your chin with his good hand, tilting it so you look up from tending to his injury. Even after many months together, he can still make you flustered when he looks at you so intensely, so devotedly.

“I have the very best nurse there could ever be, that is why,” he smiles handsomely, and you know you are definitely blushing now.

“Stop it,” you demure. That just seems to encourage him, a rakish crooked grin breaking out.

“Never,” he whispers, “I live to make you blush, wife.”

“You are such a cad!” you scold, flicking a clean muslin square lightly against his arm.

“I know,” he responds fondly, leaning in and kissing your cheek. “But I have to be an even better husband now that I have competition for your affection.” 

“Anthony?” you giggle.

“Anthony,” he confirms with a gentle lilt just as you finish wrapping his hand in a bandage.

“Well, then, I think you had better make friends with him, my love. Because Anthony has my heart as much as you now,” you add with a wink, standing up and sashaying out of the room to check on the little creature.

“You had better be talking about the cat!”

“I love you, Benedict,” you singsong and blow him a kiss from the hallway.

“That didn't answer my question….” he calls after you, in a playful tone, and you laugh so loud it echoes up the walls.

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Happiness & cuteness part 5

SQ had no choice but to put up with the giant baby as best he could. He slowly approached it. “So, you’re a, baby huh?” he said. It gazed at him, drooling. He trembled. “Look uh, my dad seems to think you’ll make history and stuff, and i’m only putting up with you because of him. You scare me, and i know you probably don’t mean to, but” he stopped. He felt a hand touching his. The baby cooed, softly. It chuckled and smiled. SQ suddenly felt warm inside. He tenderly kissed it’s head. “I guess you’re not so bad after all,” he said. In the office, Mr Benedict came in wearing his new happiness clothing. Curtain smiled. “I look ridiculous” Mr Benedict said. Curtain looked him up and down. “You look terrific” he said. Then he shuffled some papers in his hands. “Nicholas, i have given the baby a name,” he said. Mr Benedict’s eyes widened. “What?” he asked. Curtain turned serious. “Nathaniel,” he replied. Mr Benedict was shocked. “But, that’s your name,” he said. Curtain frowned. “Not anymore it’s not. It’s LD Curtain, Nicholas. You know that. And i will not tolerate you calling me by the name Nathaniel, either. The baby will be referred to as Nate, for short,” he replied. Mr Benedict sighed. Then, there was a loud squeal coming from the other room. They went to investigate. They found the giant baby cuddling SQ, squealing with delight and cooing. Curtain smiled. SQ was uncomfortable. “Uh, you can let go of me now,” he said. Curtain held the baby’s hand. “So you’ve finally warmed up to him,” he said. SQ looked at the baby. “Yeah. He’s not really that bad,” he said. Mr Benedict was horrified. “But he tried to get you!” he said. “Yeah, but i guess he was just playing. He’s not harmful really,” SQ replied. Soon everyone was referring to the baby as Nate. He seemed to like his name, too. He would coo and babble whenever it was mentioned to him. SQ had also warmed up to him. “Hi Nate,” he said. The baby tenderly nuzzled his arm with it’s head. Mr Benedict realised that the baby had affected everyone with the happiness. Even his nephew. “How on earth can he name that baby by his own birth name Nathaniel? The name he gave away all because of the past and how he blames me for everything?” he said, sadly. Number Two sighed. “I told you there’s no hope in trying to change your brother. He’s damaged,” she replied. Maybe he was doing it to punish him. As an act of revenge. Mr Benedict sat in the orchard, and cried. Then he heard a loud noise and felt a nuzzle on his shoulder. It was Nate. The baby rolled in front of him and gazed at him with big eyes. Mr Benedict buried his face into the baby and cried more. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry my brother is using you as a pawn in his game to punish me. And i’m sorry you’re so big. You must miss your natural size,” he wept. The baby just gurgled and cooed. “Reversing your size could harm you. And i don’t want you to die. You may be giant, but you’re still a baby. You’re a human and you have feelings. Instead my brother is treating you as an experiment rather than a human,” Mr Benedict said, tearfully. Nate began to tear up, too. He seemed to understand and he could see Mr Benedict’s distress. The baby began to squeal and cry. “Oh please. I’m sorry. Please don’t,” Mr Benedict begged, and he began humming to him, softly. He hummed the tune of the song he and his brother sang at the orphanage. The baby lay it’s head on his lap. It was rather big and heavy, but he didn’t care. He stroked his head as he sang to him. Nate fell into a deep sleep and sucked his thumb. Mr Benedict smiled. “We’ll be alright,” he said. Nate cooed in response. He began spending more time with Mr Benedict and with SQ, too. Mr Benedict spoon fed Nate with a giant bowl of mashed puree. The baby grunted hungrily, and began devouring it. Mr Benedict chuckled. “Goodness me. Imagine taking you to a restaurant,” he joked. Afterwards, he tenderly cleaned up Nate and patted his back. Nate let out several big burps. “Good boy. Well done,” Mr Benedict said, chuckling. Part 6 on the way!

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I was at the movies. This trailer looked interesting. Other highlights were hearing Somebody to Love in another trailer and also a bit of Freddie singing in a Coca-Cola ad. A tad odd since I watched Elvis, well, an actor lacking his charm, smirk, humour and sexiness while sporting very white teeth (I thought those were out of fashion now) and distractingly cartoonish lips, not sure if he had cheekbones either (those lips were so lippy), trying to wiggle his hips convincingly. As if any idiot couldn’t have told that it’s the gorgeous smile with the prominent cheekbones and all that should’ve been mimicked first and foremost.

Anyways, it was another misery tale, very much like Bohemian Rhapsody, and Tom Hanks was doing a voice that sounded even more awkward than Rami Malek's whiny Freddie. This Parker just wasn't believable. Nobody would buy a used car from him because of the voice alone. And all that boring talk about snow. Maybe it was meant to have a meaning. But please just shut up and concentrate on the music and maybe show a bit more of Elvis' private life. Make a separate movie about Parker. Could actually be interesting.

The best performance in this movie was Tutti Frutti. Not by Austin Butler as Elvis. Lol, what's with shoving in all those other artists? Poor Elvis, a third rate copy of others. Was that the idea? If so, why not make a biopic of the genuine original performers instead of the poor, miserable copycat? Well, judging by this movie, the highlight of Elvis’ career was fighting for his right to move in a certain way. Okay?

Also finally saw Doctor Strange. I think it was too much for my ability to concentrate and comprehend. I mean, there was a woman who wanted to be a mother but instead of getting children of her own, she stole somebody else's, although it looked like the same actress in both roles. I don't get it. More bafflingly, how was she the villain of the movie and the whole point of the multiverse travelling? Some woman wanting kids? Lol, they really have run out of interesting villains. Well, at least it was different.

The actress gave me soap star vibes, at least until she had to play a sort of zombie. That was funny. Especially the weird underground chase scene with Strange & co stopping to wait for her next move. What was the idea? To build up tension? Moronic. Anyways, couldn't give two shiny shits about who got the kids and what happened to the characters. Just as indifferent as about the latest Bond with its poutyface and her daughter. Speaking of which, 007 made an appearance, and I haven't a clue why. Patrick Stewart was there too, trapped inside a yellow high chair, which was fun. The word illuminati was fun too. So many clumsy jokes, though I did laugh at the cloak trying to wake up Strange. And at the third eye. Not sure if it was meant to be funny. The post credits joke was the worst. So embarrassing. I don't even get why Strange did that to a random guy in the first place. Not cool.

I didn't find America and her relationship with Strange as annoying as I had feared. Except for Strange calling her a kid all the time. Couldn't he remember her name? Aren’t Americans supposed to be inserting each other’s names everywhere? Also, you'd think she'd wanted to find her mums with that power of hers but apparently she couldn't control it. Until she suddenly inexplicably could, and still didn't fuck off to find them. Really? But since I don’t know anything about her and the mums, I guess I wasn’t expected to mind.

Not enough of both Benedicts together, but I was kind of prepared for that. Here's a better movie: multiversions of Strange (I liked the ones I saw) and both Benedicts having an epic adventure together trying to deal with them and travelling in different universes. Skip the extra characters. Or if you must, make Benedicts help America find her mums. Wouldn’t even writers with little imagination have thought that more worthy a mission than a story about random woman’s confusion about motherhood?

I quite like Christine. Don't know why she got married. Who is that husband of hers? Maybe it’s been explained in one of those TV shows I haven't seen. Did he even say/do anything? What was the point of having him there? Well, they got to show a church full of a very diverse set of people. Even more diverse than at that hidey hole where everybody was prepared for an epic battle against that one wannabe mother. I think they lost too. Well, nobody in the movie cared, so why should I? But shouldn’t America at least have realised that the sparkles are useless? Become a mother instead.  

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A Truth Universally Acknowledged // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: Hi angel! I love all of your stories, especially your Bridgerton and work! Is there any way you could write something soft and fluffy for Anthony and a female reader! PLEASE AND THANK YOU - Anon.

A/N: I haven’t written for Anthony in what seems like forever! As much as I love Benedict, I do love writing Anthony fics. This isn't overly long, I just wanted to write something soft and fluffy that’s entirely domestic as well. I hope you all like! Title is a quote from the first line of Pride and Prejudice (further quotes from the book are in italics).

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: none - fluff, books, marriage, happy relationships, cute.

Word Count: 1.6k

The house is silent as Anthony strides through the waiting, open door. He nods his greeting to the Butler, Wilkins, before letting the weariness that had haunted him all day settle over his bones.

“Wilkins?” Anthony asks; no need to voice the question. Wilkins knows.

“Lady Bridgerton is in the Green-and-Gold, sir.”

Anthony smiles at the Butler. “You really do know everything.”

Wilkins smiles; nods his head. “It is my job, sir. Lady Bridgerton has already told me that you will take your final meal of the day in there, too.”

Anthony takes the stairs two at a time; refusing to accept his laboured breathing by the time he reaches the top. He was not an old man yet; he was still a very active man.

Turning left, he wanders blindly to the Green-and-Gold room named for the colour scheme of the walls and the furniture. His late grandmother had decorated the room; so fondly remembered by her ancestors that each refused to change a thing in the room save for any upholstering that needed to be done occasionally.

He finds you sitting on the left hand side of the room; the comfier side as argued by everyone who visits the room. Your legs are curled underneath you as your eyes pour over the page of an open book in your lap. From here, Anthony cannot possibly hazard a guess as to what you might be reading, but he feels a twinge of jealousy at the attention being paid to the book and not to him.

Well, love makes fools of us all, Anthony thinks to himself. “Darling,” Anthony greets in one single breath, as if the sight of you makes it all the easier for him to breathe.

“Darling,” You smile, standing from your seat, coming to greet the man you love with every fibre of your being. “How was your day?”

Anthony groans as he removes his jacket before tugging at the knot of his cravat. “Long,” He complains, struggling with the neckpiece. You smile at your husband, batting his hands away from his neck so you can take over. You feel the heat of his gaze as your hands work to do undo the knot he had tightened with a single tug; as the fabric unravels under your nimble fingers your husband reaches out to squeeze your waist.

“Thank you,” He whispers, voice full with an emotion you can’t quite decipher. Love? Weariness? A combination of both? Anthony looked ragged as you run your eyes over his face.

“I’m sorry that your day has been taxing, my love.”

“It’s all the better now that I’m here with you.”

“Flatterer,” You tease with no real heat behind your words. Anthony beams at you; eyes crinkling in the corners from the force of it as his hands tighten on your waist and his head dips to capture your lips in the kiss he has been thinking about for the better part of his day.

Breaking away, Anthony plants one, two, three kisses to your lips in quick, chaste succession leaving you breathless and highly amused. “How was your day?” He asks, curious as ever to find out what his wife does when he isn’t at home to distract you.

“Dull,” You answer plainly, enjoying the feel of Anthony’s strong arms around you.

“Dull?”

You purse your lips, thinking over your plans for the day so far. “I suppose dull doesn’t work. It hasn’t been dull at all.”

“Oh?”

“I’m only saying it because I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” He murmurs, kissing you once more. “What are you reading?” Anthony asks when he pulls away, spying the book laid delicately on the couch.

“Eloise let me borrow it. She gave me it when I called to see her this morning,” You answer, leaving the comfort of Anthony’s arms to take your seat on the couch.

“Darling, you know we have an entire library full of books, don’t you?”

Fixing him with an unimpressed look, you counter, “Your sister read this and thought of me. The least I could do is read it.”

“Alright,” Anthony sighs, knowing a losing battle when he sees one. “Budge up.”

“Pardon?”

Anthony gestures to the couch. “Make some room for me.”

A puzzled look settles across your face, but you follow the request, nonetheless, shifting on the couch so Anthony has room to sit down.

Anthony settles with his head on your lap; offering you a self-satisfied smile when you raise an eyebrow at him. “Comfy?” You ask, voice laced with humour.

“Very,” He responds. “Will you start from the beginning? I don’t want to miss anything.”

Chuntering about high maintenance husbands, you mark the page you got to before returning to the beginning. “Anything else before I begin?”

“Nothing… Oh, one thing.”

“That is?”

“I love you.”

Any previous ire you felt towards your husband disappears at those three magical words. The frustrated slant to your brow evens out as you reach out to stroke a hand through his hair and down the side of his face.

“I love you too,” You answer earnestly, feeling the power of the emotion running through you.

A peaceful look crosses Anthony’s face as your words sink into his skin like a balm on an open wound. He had felt neglectful lately; not spending as much time at home as he would have liked. He felt bad for leaving you so alone. Without children, you were your own companion throughout the day, and whilst you had both discussed having children, Anthony was to be left mildly vexed at the thought of you spending your days alone until a child was born.

The opening of parliament combined with Anthony’s seat in the House meant that he was spending more and more time in Westminster and less time with you.

A ratio Anthony was not fond of.

“I’m ready when you are,” He whispers; eyes focused on your face so he can watch every reaction and see every syllable leave your mouth.

Flashing an annoyed look at your husband, you take a deep breath and begin:

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

“What?” Anthony asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hush,” You admonish half-heartedly before continuing.

“However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”

“This author is a genius,” Anthony exclaims, his voice awed as he tries to catch a glimpse of the cover to see the author’s name. “Who wrote this?”

“Are you going to comment the whole way through? I’ve barely read two paragraphs.”

“Sorry, darling, but I have to know. Who wrote this?”

“Her name is Jane Austen.”

“Well Jane Austen is a genius. In two paragraphs she’s captured what it is like to be a single man with a fortune in and amongst the sharks with unattached daughters.”

“Sharks?” You ask, highly amused at your husband’s words.

“Mothers,” Anthony shudders, remembering what it was like to go through so many seasons still unmarried. A Viscount with two seats of power combined with a hefty ancestral fortune – many mothers didn’t care whether Anthony would love their daughters; they simply wanted a fortuitus marriage that would leave them set for life.

Anthony thanks any and all gods and deities out there that he found his love match in you. You had taken him by surprise; Anthony had already resigned himself to a season with countless mothers forcing their daughters onto his arm. Until one evening early into the season, he had been listening to Gregory whine about the workload at Eton when his eyes met yours from across the room. In a total state of cliché, Anthony met your gaze, and he knew. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life loving you, worshipping you. He knew that whatever his future held, you would be right there weathering it alongside him. In a single glance from across the room, he knew.

You were married before the season finished; a special licence dispensed after a favour from the Archbishop called in. Anthony couldn’t wait; didn’t want to wait – he wanted to start the rest of his life with you as soon as possible.

Your light laughter breaks Anthony out of his reverie. “They aren’t all that bad,” You argue. “I suspect you’ll be worse than me when it comes to our children.”

Anthony snorts; doubting your words but loving the way you speak so openly about your hopeful future family. Clearing your throat, you continue to read on.

Anthony settles further into your lap; letting the calmness of your voice wash over him. After a moment of watching the concentration on your face, Anthony lets his eyes slip closed. He has no intention of falling asleep; he simply wants to enjoy this moment to its fullest.

“Mr Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features…”

A snore interrupts your rendition of Pride and Prejudice. Pausing mid-sentence, you look down to your lap where Anthony has fallen asleep so peacefully. Smiling softly at the man, you close the book, placing it to one side before running a hand through Anthony’s ever-unruly hair. He hums contentedly, pushing his head further into your hand as you begin to scratch at his scalp.

As you watch Anthony doze dreamily, you feel your eyes lose the fight against the growing tiredness. Your hand stills in Anthony’s hair as you fall asleep alongside your husband, utterly content at the path your life has taken considering it led you to him.

*****

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One thing that did make me wish they’d waited was (and don’t get me wrong, I am HERE for that scene) but when Benedict is posing and he’s being all goofy, they do that close up shot of him when Tessa lifts his chin and he looks up at her so earnestly and adoringly and gets all serious and it’s like ‘she really sees him’ and I feel like that would’ve been a beautiful Beneophie shot - if they had a shot of him looking up at Sophie like that, give me strength 😩 but I can also see the other side of the coin where Benedict got let down by the academy as a whole because of how tarnished it all felt at the end from the donation aspect, and I guess that meant Tessa included

I get where you're coming from and I absolutely can't wait to see Benedict looking at Sophie earnestly and adoringly.

I think the shot with Tessa was him feeling seen but in the context of being seen as a fellow artist in the eyes of an artist, just in the way she took charge and positioned him to how she wanted to sketch him. Even though he had that moment of feeling like he belonged with Tessa and the other artists at the academy, it was utterly tarnished when he realised none of them thought him capable of being a real artist and they had all thought he only secured his place because of the donation and family name. He must have felt he took one step forward and then ten steps back in the face of that revelation.

When he meets Sophie he will finally feel seen for who he truly is in his soul in a way that nobody else has ever seen him. She sees him for the artist, the poet, the creative he is, and she sees someone who wants to belong and be valued for his work. She doesn't see him as another Bridgerton, or the second son, or even as a man of wealth and status; she sees him as Benedict and I can only picture the way he looks at her will be 100 times more meaningful and affectionate than the way he looked at Tessa. He even admits on the swings with Eloise that he's never suffered a heartbreak so the way he will look at Sophie when she enters his life... we are not ready, you can trust in that.

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