Idk What I’m Doing W My Hand But We Sleepy Today.

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Francesca Bridgerton + outfits

Bridgerton Season 3 Episode 1-4 (Part I)

a halfway plotted starter for @sickfcks

it   isn't   her   scene        –        after   work   parties   had   always   felt   like   showing   up   for   a   group   project   she'd   not   really   contributed   to;    but   there'd   been   an   insistence   she   come   tonight,    pleading   faces   of   a   few   of   the   girls   that   she   couldn't   quite   say   no   to.    so   lottie   had   come,    changed   out   of   her   scrubs   and   into   the   comfort   of   an   old   pair   of   jeans   and   a   white   t-shirt,    and   settled   herself   against   a   wall       –       a   pretty   little   wallflower,    doing   her   best   to   stave   off   any   further   interest   in   herself   with   her   silence. 

she'd   perfected   the   idea   of   it        –       that   she   was   pretty   but   uninteresting,    little   more   than   the   hired   nurse   their   boss   kept   around   to   make   sure   they   weren't   harming   themselves   more   than   they   should   have   been.    easier   to   not   explain   that   she'd   gotten   the   job   in   the   first   place   due   to   a   familial   connection   that'd   stemmed   back   a   few   decades,    that   nepotism   was   alive   and   well        –        even   if   she   was   good   at   her   job.    it   kept   things   calm,    ensured   her   peace;    ensured   she   didn't   ever   wake   up   to   a   litany   of   messages   from   her   parents   telling   her   she'd   further   embarrassed   their   good   name. 

but   she   could   only   pretend   to   be   sipping   on   the   beer   that'd   been   given   to   her   for   so   long        –        before   thirst   actually   kicked   in,    and   she   found   herself   lingering   away   from   her   post   and   closer   to   the   drinks   table.    fingers   wrapping   around   a   bottle   of   cooled   water   at   the   same   time   a   much   larger   hand   sought   to   seek   its   claim   upon   the   same   bottle,    delicate   fingertips   grazing   against   unknown   hand   in   a   soft   movement   before   her   wrist   retracts   and   large   blue   eyes   are   raising   to   find   the   man   attached   to   it. 

“   sorry,    go   ahead.   ”        spoken   with   a   smile,    expecting   to   see   someone   she   knows        –     expecting   for   it   to   be   anyone   she's   moderately   more   familiar   with   than   the   reality.    “   .   .   .        jay,       right?   ”        a   hastily   given   introduction   earlier   on   in   the   night,    but   lottie   was   certain   that'd   been   the   name   he'd   offered. 

having multiple characters i need to lore dump on bc i adopted their entire house but brain is brain and it’s a sunday night and i need to re-dye my hair

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition !   (  a  collection  of  25  settings  based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts . WILL be updated .   )

001. the interior of an elegant carriage .

002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .

003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .

004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .

005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .

006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .

007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .

008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .

009. the bustling streets of a market town .

010. a sun - drenched vineyard .

011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .

012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .

013. on horseback , deep in the woods .

014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .

015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .

016. a war - torn battlefield .

017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .

018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .

019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .

020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .

021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .

022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .

023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .

024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .

025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .

026. the quiet stables of a large estate .

027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .

028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .

029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .

030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .

031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .

032. on the landing of a busy train station .

033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .

034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .

035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .

+   20  more  setting  prompts :    6 / 01 / 2024

036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .

037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.

038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .

039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .

040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .

041. in a quaint village square during a festival .

042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .

043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .

044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .

045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .

046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .

047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .

048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .

049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .

050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .

051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .

053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .

054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .

055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .

it   is   with   the   keen   eye   of   an   archer   that   alysanne   considers   him,    the   subtle   arch   of   her   brow,   depths   upon   depths   hidden   within   the   warm   brown   of   her   eyes.    but   it   is   the   girl   who   grew   up   surrounded   by   brothers   that   threatens   to   tease   him,    the   curling   corners   of   her   mouth   as   she   shifts   her   chin,    sending   spirals   of   black   curls   over   her   shoulder. 

“   mostly   good   things.   ”        a   pretty   white   lie   from   sharp   white   teeth,       none   had   ever   so   much   as   whispered   anything   that   wasn't   complimentary   of   him   in   any   circle   around   her,    before   aly   finds   herself   shaking   off   the   rust   and   disuse   of   her   own   courtesies,    offering   lord   stark   as   ladylike   a   curtsy   as   one   could   manage   in   a   pair   of   leather   breeches.        “   this   far   south,    they'll   blow   hot   air   at   anything,    won't   they?   ”        flexing   her   fingers,    the   itch   of   war   still   lingers   in   her   hands        –        but   there's   a   comfort   to   be   found   now,    she   supposes,    if   not   in   the   quiet   of   it   all,    then   in   the   man   that   stands   before   her;    steady   as   they   come,    none   had   ever   thought   to   question   cregan   stark,    and   when   her   little   nephew        –       gods,    could   she   even   call   benji   that,    now?        –       had   politely   suggested   a   marriage   to   him       .   .   .     

a   laugh   tumbles   forth   from   her   lips,    before   aly   offers   him   her   gloved   hand,    palm   up.        “   the   arrangements?    or   you?   ” 

@petitmortes ❅ ❝ It's good, to finally put a face to the name I heard spoken so often. ❞ / alysanne & cregan

𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 , 𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹. towering down her back like a storm. it's hardly the gentleman of him to admit how fervently he had agreed to the arrangement of marriage between them. especially not after such a brilliant first impression , looks even aside.

a gentle smile makes its way onto foreign lips. ❝ good things , i hope. ❞ some even and open way into the greeting. cregan bows his head in respect. the tight formalities of the capitol evade him. he does not make any effort , large or small , to catch up to them. his existence on this plane is nothing short of EPHEMERAL , he must tell himself. ❝ i have heard your praise , my lady. even here in the south. ❞ a reach at some northern sort of connection. a desire for someone to feel so misfit as he should feel in the capitol of his plane.

❝ i hope the arrangements are to your liking. ❞ a stifling swallow of bile. he's never grown used to these sort of things. still so far drained in his youth and yet stiff in all that the north has laid upon his skin. he feels some statue in the capitol : the sun warms its subjects too freely here.

me reblogging more memes as they come up on my feed as if my inbox isn't already double stuffed, i haven't finished my carrd yet, and i still have unfinished tags.

reverse meme call — like this post and i’ll comb through your meme tag and send a few your way <3

i did some writing today. managed an icon border i don’t hate finally. also touched up my hair so i’m not all faded anymore — perhaps i am choosing to struggle less now???

still feeling a bit icky so i’m going to curl up early tonight <3

yall can catch me here for tn bc i’m sleepy and getting ready to start my work week tomorrow 😪