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megaawkwardhuman · 11 months

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GUESS WHAT'S FINALLY HERE BITCHESSSSSSSSS!?!?!?

after a rollercoaster of a week for me y'all have NO IDEA how happy this makes me to say but

THE TRAILER FOR SEASON 5 IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and that means looking far too much into it!!!!! :D

OK so I have A LOT of thoughts so I'm going to do bullet points

right off the bat (hehehhe bat) nandor never fucking change XD love how he thought that would work

oh yeah speaking of nandor we have a scary lack of him in the trailer or at least what he's going to do this season (mom pick me up I'm scared for my cringefail)

to say what's on everyone's mind OH MY FUCKING GOD FINALLY LET'S GOOOOOOO

MY BOY DID IT HE'S GOING TO BE A VAMPIRE DFOJWEBOKFHEJBKGREHIWLGJHIGKFEIYWLEGUKFELIQPEGDFKIELYUQ;OWDGFKLHI3U1;O

well at some point? by the looks of it we're kinda getting a have your cake and eat it too when it comes to guillermo being a vampire and ngl kinda upset about it if it's going how I think it's going

I swear if he's practically normal until the very fucking end I will raise HELL

also I love how chaotic his turning is XD

"I WASN'T READY" NOBODY IS

colin for office babyyyyyyyy

I see everyone talking about colin and nadja BUT WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS IJRBH302HGOUFRHI3YGUFE3HI2PUO LMFAOOOOOOO XD

also (DON'T QUOTE ME ON THIS) I think this is the first time we're seeing colin flirt/do anything remotely romantic or whatever to a dude in the show (which confirms that every main character is queer but we already knew that lol)

the scene with the microphone woke me up (well so did vamp guillermo but the mic REALLY woke me up)

so the guy in the promo WAS nandor huh

WLW NADJA LET'S GOOOOOO

love how outdated laszlo's medical stuff is

YAY HE'S NOT GOING TO WEAR ONLY SWEATERS SO HE'S POSSIBLY NOT GOING TO GO BACK IN CHARACTER AS I FEARED

d-did nandor bring guillermo to a basketball game out of jealousy?

IS THAT A HAMMER!?!?!

NANDOR WTF ARE YOU GONNA DO!?!?!?!?!?!??!

nadja pouring coffee on her date's plate XD

ayyyy the sire!

ok I'm assuming part of nadja's and colin's plots will revolve around getting a date??????

THE MALL

I'VE BEEN WANTING TO SEE THE VAMPIRES AT A MALL FOR A WHILE NOW JBIFEWE2OBJFEOGHPI2EFBEJOHIP2E THIS MAKES ME SOOO HAPPY

I'm assuming the store nandor is at is a hot topic/spencer's stand in

if it is PLZ LET THERE BE A LOOKING AT THE BACK OF SPENCER'S SCENE (for those who have never step foot in a spencer's it's basically a common mall store that has edgy shit and the back is known for having sex toys and other nsfw shit in it think of it as the edgy older brother of hot topic)

"that's how we all learn" UHHH TF!??!

glad to see laszlo accept guillermo and help him learn how to vampire :) (let's hope the others will)

also NANDOR YOU SAW NOTHING

DAAAAAAMN COLIN JESUS FUCK

by the looks of it nadja and colin's plots will at some point involve dating??????

AWWWWWW charmaine is supportive of sean

this has been said a million times but NANDOR IS FUCKING CUTE IN HIS SEAN COMING OUT OUTFIT!!!!!! THE LITTLE BELLY!!!!!!!

if I remember correctly (AND I REALLY HOPE I'M WRONG) but the last time we saw nandor THIS happy was during the wellness canter cluster fuck so I'm REALLY glad he's going to be happy this season

YOOOO SEASON 4.5?????? (1 I know it was a talk show in 4.5 2 yeah I made this joke already XD)

WHY IS NADJA A BLONDE?????

theory: whatever happened the guide is happening to nadja

the only thing to back it up: they both be blonde

AW SHIT WHY IS THERE A COP CAR?????

THE GUIDEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COLIN X NADJA!?!!!?!?

I MEAN SURE I GUESS???????????????

YEAH SAME GUILLERMO

I'm assuming that what he said is in reaction to him being told he's a dhampir or he's immune or something like that

SHE'S TRYING TO GET SOMEONE TO FUCK HER GHOST

hUh weird but ok????

and finally WHAT'S WITH THE MOON SHIT?????

theory: guillermo only shows signs of being a vampire at night which is why he can go out during the day without being burnt to a crisp

overall IJOHEU2P1HIWJBGEU21RPHI2JLGRHILUFHIPUWEQJFU9WGFJDKHIEPQKFVDVGJR THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND ALL DAY HOW TF AM I GOING TO BE NORMAL I HAVE A PARTY TODAY?????? 😭😭😭

CAN'T WAIT DEPOJWBJDOEEFBOOEFONFEONFE

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ofstarsandmoonlightt · 7 months

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Conor Aurelian = just an older version of Cardan Greenbriar

#sorry #i don’t make the rules #i thought this while reading sword catcher #put it in drafts #but here it is now #sword catcher spoilers #sword catcher #conor aurelian #kel saren #lin caster #adult literature #adult fantasy #fantasy cassandra clare #cassandra clare #sword catcher by cassandra clare #lol

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joy-returns-in-the-morning · 2 years

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Tojoctober Day 21 - Bang

Bang bang into tha rooooom! 🎶

#i couldn't get this done in time for yesterday!#but here it is now #now what to draw for mountain...hmmm....🤔#tojoctober #yakuza #tw death #tw guns #cutscenes from the game basically

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mikomikono · 2 years

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Dating for a Turnabout, chapter 10

Chapter 10 of Dating for a Turnabout – a wrightworth fake-dating casefic – is out now! This week it’s finally time for the ball! :)

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Artwork:

Larry’s sketch

Evidence:

Court Record (Phoenix):

Attorney’s Badge: It’s my all-important badge. It shows that I am a defense attorney.

Switched Luggage: A simple suitcase that looks the same as Mr. Silvennoinen’s. Got switched with his on the conveyor belt at the airport.

Nametag: An address tag on the switched suitcase. It has the name “Alfred Tergo” and a number that is unavailable.

Anonymous Note: A note left at the detention center on the day of the arrest. It reads “Mr. Alfred Tergo will be at Gatewater Sunshine Resort from 11th to 14th April”, but the sender is unknown.

Key Card: The key card to our room, suite 502.

Event brochure: A brochure that includes all the relevant event information; scheduled activities, amenities and a map of the island.

Summit Map: A map of the entire island on the summit of Mt. Cronis. It is otherwise identical to the map on the event brochure, except for a defunct fishing spot.

Larry’s Sketch: A sketch Larry drew of Rebecca. He’s gotten a lot better at art since the last I saw.

Organizer (Miles):

Prosecutor’s Badge: Proof of my profession. However, I prefer to keep it in my pocket.

Phoenix’s magatama: Wright forgot this in our room. Had I not used it myself previously, I would not believe this thing can reveal secrets in people’s hearts.

Switched Luggage: A suitcase in which a large amount of “aineum” was found. Mr. Silvennoinen claims it is not his but was “switched”.

Nametag: An address tag on the switched suitcase. It has the name “Alfred Tergo” and a number that is unavailable.

Anonymous Note: A note left for Franziska at the detention center on the day of the arrest. It reads “Mr. Alfred Tergo will be at Gatewater Sunshine Resort from 11th to 14th April”, but the sender is unknown.

Key Card: The key card to our room, suite 502.

Business Card: Doug Deelz’s business card. He has a management position at the Master Group.

Aineum Data: A report on the substance found in the lugguage. It is highly regulated because it’s a common ingredient in narcotics.

Background check on Doug Deelz: A background check by Franziska. According to it, Doug Deelz hasn’t worked for the Master Group in nearly a year and has been lying to his husband about it. Reason for termination: missing chemicals.

Larry’s Sketch: A sketch Larry made of Ms. Fitzwell. I have a bad feeling about its significance...

Profiles:

#ace attorney #narumitsu #wrightworth #fanfiction #dating for a turnabout #own post #lawyer husbands #hi #it's like a week late #had some technical difficulties #my bad #but here it is now #with an art and everything #anyway i'm gonna post the next one soon too just sit tight

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sofwrites · 2 years

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I know what Greg did last summer

The time Lady and Lord Whistledown showed Gregory that there’s nothing they do better than revenge. A humorous (and partially mysterious) Bridgerton family fic.

Part 2 of A Tasty Snack

Themes: Bridgertons being Bridgertons, even more family shenanigans | Length: 3.7k

Dedicated to @jake-amy, the undoubtably #1 most persistent investigator of knowing what Gregory did that summer.

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A few months later, once the season was over and the summer sun had begun to set a bit earlier, the Bridgerton clan found themselves all at Aubrey Hall. There were a few changes to the numbers, as there always seemed to be with their family. A new addition, in the name of Isabelle St. Clair, was present and smiley. A few absences, in the Stirlings, who had returned to their home in Scotland after the christening of the former.

Everyone else, though, with a bit of compelling encouragement from Violet Bridgerton (the first), had agreed to the visit. The only true holdup in the family had been Colin, whose wife had reached her third trimester.

This pregnancy had left Penelope more lethargic than her prior two, therefore allowing her with far more time to just sit and think. But a simple rest would not do for the former Lady Whistledown.

Penelope Bridgerton loved and respected her family, but she was still very much Penelope. And Penelope did not miss a chance for revenge.

So, when Colin came into their bedroom and told her about the trip, Penelope insisted. It wasn’t a long carriage ride, and the doctor assured her that other than some additional rest, the baby was fine. She could do it. She wanted to do it.

So, they did. And the day after they arrived, every member of the family [above the age of sixteen- (best not to distress any more children)] received a crisp copy of Lady Whistledown’s Return.

Anthony Bridgerton, who enjoyed waking up at the crack of dawn to check in on his children first-thing, was the first to see the column.

Well, actually, Michael Stirling had been the first to see it. Penelope had taken special care to mail a copy to Francesca early, and Francesca happened to be taking a walk when it arrived.

But returning to Anthony, the eldest Bridgerton sibling squinted at the paper that had been slid under the door, unable to read it in the dim light without his glasses. There was a moment when he considered waking up Kate for the sole reason of having her read the paper, but he just put it into his pocket and left to go to the nursery.

Because of this, the first person to actually read the column was Hyacinth, who had woken up early for some morning exercise. Coincidentally, Gareth was also awake, a sleepy smile on his face as he watched his wife.

“Lady Whistledown,” Hyacinth muttered, picking up the paper with the delicacy of which she held her children. Her eyes widened as her lips curved, opening the drapes to read under the peeks of sunshine. There was a snort, then a gasp, then a few words read under her breath until Gareth came to read over her shoulder.

Dear Members of the Bridgerton Family,

It has come to This Author’s attention that much of our party does not know the full goings-on of one, Gregory Bridgerton, during the summer of 1827. The whereabouts and activities of Mr. Bridgerton (the third Mr. Bridgerton, that is) were not made aware to This Author purely through the convenience of conversation, but rather through research. Research and letters and whispered words.

Now, all of that work is put to the forefront giving you, dear reader, the wonderous opportunity to sit down, eat a pastry, and find out the true reasons one should never cross Lady Whistledown. Last April, you were given a taste; now, you get the full meal.

First in our timeline comes the delay of Gregory Bridgerton’s arrival to Aubrey Hall. As many know, Mr. Bridgerton was meant to attend a party hosted by the lovely Lady Kate Bridgerton, though he came only after supper. Why exactly was he late, you ask?

Oh, he stopped at the races.

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Gregory wasn’t much of a betting man.

He dabbled with the occasional card game, sometimes stopped at a boxing match to pick his favorite, but rarely did he place significant money on the line. He wasn’t a fan of gambling and typically thought the habit was picked up by only the dull and unimaginative.

But, on this instance, he thought to make a bet with himself.

The truth was that he was meant to leave for Aubrey Hall that morning, but Gregory was quite certain of what awaited him upon his arrival. Anthony, as he was keen to do, would take the opportunity to lecture his youngest brother about his future. Whether it be clergyman, militant, or married man, Anthony expected him to have a plan.

Upon preference, Gregory would choose the third.

And even though his three brothers had married at ages far older than him, he was being rushed.

Gregory wouldn’t mind marrying young; he would have married at the age his father had been had he met his match. But he hadn’t- met his match, that is.

So, he was betting on General Folius. On the line were five pounds and his heart; if his horse won, he’d find love this season. If he lost, well, no worry, then. He’d convince Anthony to give him more time, give him a reason why neither war nor faith were right for him…

Surprisingly, General Folius won his first race. And though someone was clapping him on the back, Gregory could feel the time ticking by. He’d planned to leave London after the first race, where, presumably, his pick would lose.

He could just leave and read about it in the papers, right? He didn’t mind the money. But the other…

With a glance at his watch, Gregory calculated that he could stay for another hour, maybe two. He’d miss tea, but he could make it to supper.

Damn. General Folius won his second race.

Just one more race, though. It wouldn’t take long. He’d have his valet bring him a sandwich on the trip, so he wouldn’t waste anymore time. Surely, he couldn’t miss out on the very last race, not when he was winning so unexpectedly. Kate won’t mind, and Anthony will go along with whatever his wife thinks.

With an eagerness he didn’t notice, Gregory gripped the edge of his coat as he watched the riders line up. General Folius was third down the line, swishing his tail as he readied himself. And right before the gun went off, he seemed to look at Gregory and smile. A wide, reassuring grin. He was going to win.

He did not win; he actually came second to last. And Gregory was three hours late and out five pounds.

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“I thought you didn’t gamble,” was the first greeting Gregory received when he arrived at the breakfast room that morning.

Inspecting the half-full plate of kippers on the table, he glanced up to squint at his sister. “I don’t.”

The corners of Eloise’s mouth quirked. “Are you sure? Never?”

Ooh, some very nice bacon; someone had must have hidden that plate from the earlier crowd. He’d have to take a few pieces to bring to Lucy. “I suppose once in a while, but not since I married.”

This time, Benedict jumped in. “Then right before you married? Just a few months before?”

Sitting down with his full plate, Gregory sighed, rolling his head to look at them. “What it is?”

He was met with a paper in his face and frowned. Before he could reach over and take it, though, Eloise pulled it away and started reading.

“According to the latest edition of Lady Whistledown, you were late to Kate’s house party last summer because you stayed in London to bet on horses.”

“And you lost, rather substantially, if gossip serves correct,” Benedict added with a toothy grin.

Without a comment, Gregory reached across and snatched the paper in Eloise’s hands with the speed and precision only a younger sibling can possess. With every line, Gregory’s mouth opened wider. “Where did this come from?”

Sophie, who had been quietly reading her own copy as the siblings teased, said, “It was slid under all of our doors this morning.”

“I didn’t get a copy,” Gregory huffed, cringing as he turned to see the other side covered in ink.

“Yes, well-”

“Gregory.”

The aforementioned gentleman almost groaned on the spot, shutting his eyes for a moment as his older brother’s steps neared him. “Morning, Anthony.”

Anthony looked down at him, a fist resting on his hip. “Were you drunk around my children?”

That house party, where our young Mr. Bridgerton met his future wife, was quite eventful, indeed. According to witnesses, not only was there a brawl between our favorite youngest brother and his future brother-in-law (over the hand of his brother-in-law’s future wife, no less!), there was also a bottle of brandy that went missing from Lord Bridgerton’s office.

The suspect? Unclear. However Mr. Bridgerton was awoken the next morning by Charlotte Bridgerton and her nanny. He was found asleep in the hallway, clutching a stuffy.

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Poke. Poke. Pulled eyelid.

“Uncle Greggy? Are you still sleeping?”

Gregory groaned, feeling the crack in his back as he rolled onto it. With a peek, he caught a glimpse of his niece’s wide eyes extremely close to his face. “Lottie? What are you doing awake?”

“I woke up Leah, we’re going on a walk!” the girl smiled, taking the hand of her nanny. “Why are you holding Mr. Stuffins?”

He blinked a few times, glancing down to see the small teddy he was holding. With a shake of his head, he handed it to Leah, giving her a sheepish smile. “I went to find you in the nursery, but you were asleep.” He nodded at Charlotte dramatically. “So, I had to take the next best thing.”

Charlotte returned his nod, but frowned all the same. “And why are you on the floor?”

“Erm,” Gregory swallowed, last night coming back into view. He hadn’t been drunk, not quite. But the events of the evening had affected him enough that he hadn’t been able to make it back to his room. “So, I could see you, of course.”

“Oh.” His niece seemed to digest his answer, glancing between him and her nanny. Leah smiled encouragingly, though when Charlotte turned away, it was clear she was just as confused. Gregory could see the adorable gap in her teeth when Charlotte grinned at him. “Would you like to join us on our walk? We’re going to count the pink flowers!”

“Oh? That’s nice,” he nodded, and something within him flipped. He didn’t think he was too overcome by last night’s brandy, but he’d best get to a washroom to be sure. “Not this morning, I don’t think. Perhaps tomorrow, or later today? I can take you and your brothers to play a game.”

That was sufficient for the five-year-old, who very much wanted to see the flowers before the ladies woke up and began “pom-enading”.

There was something, something about last night that Gregory needed to remember. Something that really explained why he’d slept in the hallway, why he’d gone to the nursery in the first place. And he had a feeling it wasn’t because of Anthony’s brandy.

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“I was not drunk, I was-”

“No, you were just suffering the aftereffects, I suppose.”

A snort came from the other side of the table; Gregory ignored it. “It’s not as though Lottie could tell.”

That was, evidentially, not the right answer. But as Anthony mumbled something about pulling his hair out, Gregory slipped from the breakfast room, carrying an extra plate for his wife.

He needed to find Lucy, Colin, and Penelope. Preferably, in that order.

He might also have to apologise to Kate. And his mother? Oh, damn, maybe-

“Morning, Uncle Greg,” Edmund said, sharing a grin with Belinda as they passed. “Are you looking for the nursery?”

“Shouldn’t you be at Eton?” Gregory asked, trying to ignore the heat on his face.

“Next week.”

Gregory sighed. “Fine. Shouldn’t you be in the nursery yourselves, then?”

Belinda gave him a shining smile. “We just needed something from Uncle Anthony’s study.”

“You really taught us a great lesson, about finding things in father’s desk.” Edmund and Belinda shared a serious nod, hands clasped behind their backs.

Gregory swallowed, considering his options. “Five pounds and you give me the paper?”

“Sorry, Papa told us taking money from family is wrong,” Belinda said, making a great effort to look sorry.

With a forceful blink, Gregory decided to just let it go. “Just don’t show it to any of the children.”

“Only Amelia and Caroline,” Belinda promised, looking delighted.

Gregory just nodded and carried on, hearing “Well, then we have to tell Oliver and Amanda, as well.”

“And Miles and David, they won’t want to miss this!”

Gregory let out a forceful breath, making his way toward the garden as he muttered something about Penelope and getting it.

He then let out a little prayer when he located the gardens, finding Lucy alone with Daphne.

“Here,” he said, rather unceremoniously handing his wife the plate. “I thought you might have missed the bacon.”

Lucy gave him a bright smile. “That I did, thank you.” Her belly had only just begun to show, but Lucy’s already impressive appetite had increased rather exponentially.

None of the three said a word as Gregory sat down, pulling his arms into his chest. Really, what could he do now? His sister-in-law had clearly sought revenge, now it was his turn to return the revenge. That’s how the Bridgerton family worked.

“Gregory?” Daphne asked, leaning over to tap the table near him. “Are you mumbling to yourself?

“I dunno,” he mumbled in response.

His oldest sister shared a look with Lucy in a way that was not unlike how Belinda had looked at Edmund. “And how are you feeling this morning?”

“Oh, very good,” Lucy answered, reaching for Gregory’s arm with the hand not holding a piece of bacon. “Hungry.”

Gregory blinked at her. One, two, three (he’d gotten into the habit of counting when he was with his wife)- “And?”

She looked at him, mimicking his blinks. “And what?”

“Aren’t you irritated? Angry? Full of ire?”

Lucy stared at him for a moment, taking a slow bite of toast he had also picked up. And then, seeing the seriousness on his face, let out a snort.

“Lucy,” Gregory said (and though he’d never admit it, not without a whine).

“Honestly, I find it quite exciting to be featured in a Lady Whistledown column. Especially after what you shared with me.” She glanced good-naturedly at Daphne, who was wearing a rather smug smile.

Gregory huffed at his wife’s positivity, sending a glare his sister’s way. “And I suppose you helped?”

Daphne shrugged innocently. “I suppose you did seek to embarrass my husband.”

“But neither you nor your husband was embarrassed.”

Daphne smiled. “Well, I did say seek, not that you accomplished anything.”

“It’s alright, Gregory,” Lucy said, giving his hand a squeeze. “From what Colin told me, there was much worse she could have included.”

“What do you-” he cut himself off at Lucy’s knowing look. “When did you speak to Colin?”

“Over breakfast, we were first ones down. Trust me, Penelope went easy on us.”

Gregory rolled his eyes. “Tell that to Anthony. Or Mum, for that matter. Has she read it?”

“She got a revised copy,” Daphne answered with a bit too much expertise on the subject. “One a tad less scandalous.”

“Speaking of your mother,” Lucy whispered, looking slightly beyond him.

Turning, Gregory saw Violet making her way toward them, carrying one of her many (many grandchildren). It didn’t take long for him to realize she was carrying his own daughter.

And though the joy at seeing baby Kate’s fingers up in the air was incomparable, the words his mother said did do something to diminish it.

“Well, if it isn’t my son: the gambler, the stealer, and the liar.”

The last of which I will tell you, my dear readers, is the story of post-marital bliss for Mr. Bridgerton and his Lady Lucinda.

Now, in a family such as this one, most everyone knows the pull of love. That undeniable and -might I say- “salacious” draw to that person. Our young couple certainly knows of this.

Which is why, presumably, they skipped their honeymoon to Ireland without telling anyone.

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The newlyweds had been visiting Aubrey Hall when it happened. They’d only just been married, and Lucy had insisted on staying in England a bit longer to get to know her new family.

“I need to win them over,” she’d told him, nervously biting a lip. “Prove to them I’m so happy to be a part of your family.”

“Our family,” Gregory had said on instinct, wrapping his arms around her. “And you have nothing to prove to anyone.”

That was, certainly, a lie. Several members of the family (mostly Hyacinth) had been weary. But Gregory didn’t care.

The trip itself had gone well. Lucy had memorized every member’s name, birthday, favourite colour… It was a truly impressive feat.

But the best part had been one of their last evenings there.

“Gregory,” Lucy whispered late into the night.

“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy,” he whispered back, a hand running through her hair.

He could tell she was smiling, even in the dark. “I think I’m pregnant.”

He’d bolted upright, somehow hitting his head against the bedframe. Then he’d cried- not from pain.

The next week, they’d decided to cancel their trip and not tell anyone. And though they hadn't had any qualms about it then, there was a part of Gregory who now considered why that hadn't been the best plan of action.

Even as the present Gregory grimaced, his mother smiled, placing his giggling daughter into his arms. “Gregory, I do not care that you didn’t go on a honeymoon.”

“Oh, good-”

She sent him a look. “Why, however, did you feel the need to pretend?”

Giving baby Kate his finger to play with, Gregory glanced apologetically at Lucy. It had been his idea to lie, even to send a letter pretending as if they’d spent the month in Ireland.

He hesitated for a moment before softly answering, “We just wanted to stay in England. It was still a honeymoon, it was just here, rather than somewhere else.”

Violet nodded, though there was a knowing look in her eye as she glanced down at her granddaughter. “Right.”

Gregory bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, where is Lady Whistledown? I’d surely like to thank her for such a nice column.”

“She’s in their bedroom,” Daphne answered. “Bedridden, I’m afraid.”

“How convenient for me.”

Giving a kiss on the cheek to his wife and mother, Gregory carefully placed Kate in Lucy’s arms and set off.

For an estate as large as Aubrey Hall, he seemed to pass everyone on his way. Simon and Phillip avoided eye contact as they walked by, though he heard a laugh down the hall. Amelia and Caroline giggled when they saw him, quickly ducking into the library. Gareth gave him a clap on the back, reassuring that it wasn’t really that bad. And Kate, thankfully, hadn’t seen Gregory as he hopped past her office.

He considered just forcing the door open, but with a family like the Bridgertons, that was rarely a safe option. Instead, he knocked. Loudly.

Colin opened the door in less than a second, a wide grin on his face. “Hello, Little Brother. Nice to see you.”

Gregory glared; arms crossed. He glanced toward the bed, where Penelope was sitting, a book laid open on her belly. With a serene smile on her face, she nodded at it. “It seems like a lovely day outside.”

Without a word, he stepped in, brows still knitted together in a glare. Unfortunately, now that he was here, he wasn’t quite sure what he could do. In the past, he would have caught a frog and let it loose under their covers. Maybe even a slug if he was really upset. But he was a grown man now, surely, he couldn’t go looking for frogs.

Hmm. Miles, though. Miles liked frogs.

“Don’t even think about it,” Colin said, sitting on the bed and crossing his legs. “We are even.”

Gregory blinked, first at Colin and then at Penelope. “Even? All I did was read a column- you wrote an entire column! Just about me!”

Penelope squinted her eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

He gaped at her. “Not that bad? Our mother just called me a gambler, stealer, and liar!”

She smiled, not unkindly. And despite himself, Gregory almost smiled too. It was, unfortunately, rather funny. “I could have said much more.”

“Like what?”

Penelope glanced at Colin, who gave her a lopsided grin as he stretched his arms behind his head, getting comfortable.

“I didn’t mention the roses you ruined at Fennsworth House.” Gregory frowned. “The ones incidentally located just below Lucy’s childhood bedroom.”

Gregory swallowed. “Who told you that?”

Penelope smiled. “I have my ways. I fooled the ton for more than a decade, if you remember.”

“Cleverest woman in all of London,” Colin nodded appreciatively, giving her a pat on the stomach.

When Gregory didn’t answer, Penelope continued. “There’s also the story of you drinking a bit too much the week before your wedding. When you, what was it?” She glanced at Colin as if to ask him.

Readily, he supplied, “When you decided to sing opera below Lucy’s window, quite badly, I recall.”

“Unrelated to the roses story, of course,” Penelope added with a nod.

“I didn’t-”

“And how could I have forgotten? How you accidentally ripped Lucy’s wedding dress the morning of and had to have a maid repair it before she found out.”

Gregory gaped at her before sticking his chin up stubbornly. “I actually told Lucy about that one; she laughed.”

Penelope nodded knowingly; her lips twisted in a rather evil smile. “I know, where else could I have heard that from?”

And so, dear readers, you have it. The many secrets of one Mr. Gregory Bridgerton, all revealed to you on this paper.

I suggest you all take this as a warning. Lady Whistledown is retired and put away in boxes, but she can always make a return when necessary. Especially, when she is bedridden.

Lady Whistledown’s Familial Papers, July 24th, 1828

#this fic went up on ao3 2 entire months ago and i never edited it sdnfjsndfk #but here it is now #bridgerton fic #my fic #gregory bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #lucy abernathy #honestly everyone in the family's here but i won't be tagging them #anyway it's just a lil fun fic!

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inarocky · 2 years

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3rd Life Time Loop AU - Chapter 30

Impulse goes a little unhinged and Scar is perceptive.

#ina creates #3rd life smp #trafficblr #impulsesv #I posted this on ao3 and crashed into bed no time for the tumblr link djfds #but here it is now

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aromanthur-lester · 1 year

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A dream I had at the beginning of the year.

#i wanted to post it for a few weeks tbh #but here it is now #(the last panel is there because i genuinely thought that i could hear his laughter right after i woke up but i think that’s normal?)#art #original art #no id #comic #tw blood #should i tag unreality? i think i should. if i’m wrong someone correct me please #unreality

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koivoid · 2 years

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David for the bingo if you're still doing it!

hi polaris!!! sorry this took so long I sorta lost motivation for a while lol

anyways. i think he’s just a little Guy

I really like his star motif, it makes alternate outfits so much easier to draw

but also. his hair. why does it look like that. why is david wearing suspenders with a neon highlighter green bow tie. and don't even get me started on his default front facing sprite, it looks like he's staring into your soul. /hj

About the "being done dirty by fans" one, I just felt like the fandom suspected him a little too much. like one second they would be like "david was the one that convinced xander to kill teruko because xander admires him!!!!" and the next second they would be like "david killed xander because david hates his fans!!!" and no one had any proof or motive that he did it

i don't have much else to say umm. I think David's a really interesting character and I wished we could have explored his character more in chapter 1... here's to hoping chapter 2 has more david content, haha

#ask koi #drdt #david chiem #danganronpa despair time spoilers #aughh i put this off for a long time im sorry #but here it is now

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confusions-shed-of-ideas · 2 years

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PROJECT: PURITY

PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 1 (DECEMBER 1ST, 2037)

It has been done. It has finally been done. I've created life itself.

It seems crazy, out of this world, even, but it is quite the extraordinary feat. A pure substance has been created, a small creature resembling a blob of blue slime which seems to move at its own will. The creature was created by...

[The page is covered with blue slime, covering all of the words.]

Its presence brought a strange effect onto me. I'd been quarantining myself in this lab ever since I'd gotten one of the numerous plagues that have been ravaging the lands since who knows how long ago. Every day I'd wake up feeling exhausted, like I was about to collapse, struggling to carry on with my work. The coughing fits would happen again and again at any given time.

This strange blob changed all of it. The coughing fits seemed to cease, and I felt more energetic than I had before. It was as if its presence could somehow cure all the plagues inflicted onto me.

For years I'd believed that we needed something more to solve the problem. Everything that had been created to help us fight these plagues worked, but not enough. We needed more. If none of these artificial means could work, perhaps we needed the help of life itself.

I know it sounds insane, but it actually worked. This intelligent blue blob with a conscience and the ability to move to its own will can save us. I believe it.

Now, all I need to do is to run a few more tests, and we can finally show this creation to the world.

At last, the world will be pure again.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 5 (DECEMBER 5TH, 2037)

The subject behaves strangely. It is a sentient blob of blue slime, but after all these days of investigation it still seems to act the same way: like a friendly, sociable creature.

It has been trying to get out of its glass container for a while now. Whenever I approach it, it's as if its emotions light up, and it squishes itself against the glass container, trying to reach me. When I leave, it squishes itself against the other side of the container, as if dejected upon my departure.

In other words, this creature acts more human than I've ever expected it to act. Has it someone learnt to mimic my behaviour? Or is it a built in response in the minds of sentient blue blobs of slime? So many questions, so little answers.

At this rate, I'll have to keep testing for another week. The blob hides so many secrets that must be discovered.

When that happens, I can finally see how the blob aids in our combat against the plagues.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 13 (DECEMBER 13TH, 2037)

It's been almost two weeks of testing. My discoveries are as such:

- The substance is sentient

- The substance acts like a human (seems to have emotions)

- The substance can stick to surfaces

- The substance can easily travel through tight spaces, such as holes or tubes

- The substance lessens the effects of the plague as long as the person with plague stays close to it

- The substance, unlike humans, doesn't need sleep, and stays active even at night

- The substance dislikes being kept in a confined space for a long period of time

I still need to run a few more tests, but I'll have to take the blob out of its container. That will have to take place tomorrow, then I can finally see how we can use the substance's properties to help us.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 14 (DECEMBER 14TH, 2037)

[This page is covered in blue slime. These are the only words that could be read.]

This was a terrible idea.

The substance slipped right through my fingers as soon as I let it out. I don't know where it has gone. There are trails of blue slime everywhere around the lab, but I still don't know where it has gone. My only hope is that it hasn't made its way outside the lab.

On a positive note, the substance has left behind small chunks of blue slime in its container. I could use those to run more tests, and hopefully they will work.

Who knows what the blob would due once it has reached the outside. I need to locate it as soon as possible.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 21 (DECEMBER 21ST, 2037)

It has been one week since the disappearance of the substance. My entire lab and setup has been turned upside down, yet I still could not find it.

The chunks of slime are not reacting to me like the substance had. My plans of running further tests had failed. Now, my top priority is to locate the substance.

On another hand, my cup of late night coffee today tasted strange. I usually drink coffee to stay awake while I work, but it's never tasted this weird before. I could've sworn that I saw a small chunk or two of blue at the bottom of my cup while I drank the coffee, but when I opened my eyes again, it was gone.

Perhaps I was just hallucinating, or the urgency of locating the substance had just gotten to me.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 24 (DECEMBER 24TH, 2037)

Three days since last update.

I've been feeling worse, to the point where I couldn't continue work for the past three days.

My top priority was still to locate the substance. I searched the lab from head to toe three times each day to no avail. Maybe it had hidden itself in the sewers and the pipes behind the walls of the lab.

Without the substance, I've been reverting back to how I felt when I still had the plague, only worse this time. I had another coughing fit today, I coughed out some blood, but there was also some blue in it. I might have been hallucinating, but it felt like blue slime.

Very strange.

[The rest of the text is covered by blue slime.]

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 28 (DECEMBER 28TH, 2037)

Four days since last update.

I coughed up blue again today.

Everything is blue. Why is it blue.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 30 (DECEMBER 30TH 2037)

Two days since last update.

Or is it one? I don't care anymore.

I've been feeling slightly better. Still coughed up a lot of blue. Not feeling better enough to work again, though.

Who am I kidding, I feel terrible.

I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.

I have to find it. Can't let it escape.

Don't let this be my fault.

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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 31 (DECEMBER 31ST, 2037)

I don't have much longer, so listen up.

You. Yes, you, reading this journal. Don't you dare bring this outside. It'll only worsen what has already happened, with all the blue slime and whatnot.

I've made a mistake, I admit it. Maybe we should leave the life creating to life itself. I haven't caught the substance. It's probably outside.

The substance doesn't help. It only makes new plagues. We've been ravaged by plagues for years and now I've just let another one loose. I've been coughing up blue for days and I'm still not sure if it's blood or vomit. Maybe it's both.

Here's what you do. You go out there and spread the word, tell them there's a plague coming. Lock everyone with the plague away and don't let it spread. If it's already happened, then it's too late. I hope someone can find a cure.

I don't know what I'm doing. You can probably tell by now. It's probably already too late.

I'll be dead by the time I finish writing this, so I'll give you one last warning. Don't turn the page. There's a piece of blue slime somewhere in this journal and I've been writing on top of it ever since day 24. Or was it 25? Doesn't matter.

Just don't flip the page. Don't take this book home. And whatever you do, don't

[The words are cut off, and they go over to the other page. Turning it over isn't a good idea. Everything is covered in blue slime. Perhaps now is a good time to run.]

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A NEWS ARTICLE FROM JANUARY 1ST, 2038

NEW YEAR, NEW PLAGUE

A new plague, dubbed the "Blue Blob Plague" by the public, is slowly spreading. People infected by it have started to cough out blue slime. Little is known about it as of now, but it spreads fast.

Our planet has been facing these plagues for nearly two decades now, and yet more and more seem to be coming. Is this punishment for the hubris of humanity? Is this what must be done?

There is no escaping this. The apocalypse is coming.

#tw mentions of blood and vomit #hi i'm dumping my random story ideas here again #this whole story is basically me playing with tumblr fonts #i've had this idea for quite a long time but i didn't know where to go with it #but here it is now #i can assure you i don't think earth will turn out like this #hopefully #writing is fun i should write more often #confusion's works and musings

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