#char: anthony bridgerton

[jennifersminds]

kate sharma deserved sm better i stg

[heartorn]

dash is dead i fear but i just feel the need to let everyone know that the bridgerton brainrot is soooo real and so ... fun hehehe i've added a bunch of muses after rewatching the first two seasons , and i just finished watching queen charlotte which was so good and so soul crushing in like the best way ever so im sure i will be adding even more muses to the roster thnx !

[andthebubbles]

(from smooth-boob) 🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? I couldn't resist!

i can't believe i'm doing this

here's almost the entire first chapter of a/b fic (there's meant to be a flashback at the end of 2 y/o anthony running away and meeting his adoptive parents, but i haven't written it yet 😇)

for passersby who don't know what this is about: this is the fic where anthony runs away when he's 2 years old, accidentally boards a ship that leaves england, gets adopted by nice parents, eventually forgets that he's a bridgerton, doesn't come back to live in england until he's 13; meets benedict at oxford in 1806 and they start a relationship. if this bothers you, do not read below the cut (it contains smut), just move on, don't send me hate, i am a real person

(i should start copypasting the summary and disclaimer lol)

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Benedict meets the love of his life one ordinary autumn evening in an Oxford pub. 

He doesn’t know that yet of course; he’s never been a big believer of love. Thus far he’s found it entirely consigned to the great epics of the ancients, the tragic tales of Shakespeare, even King Char and King George, loving in their madness, loving despite no rhyme nor reason, loving when they should have no right. But then, surrounded by his peers who he does not care very much for, a Lord Fife and a Lord Cho and the second son of a baron and the third son of an earl whose names he does not care to remember, he looks up over his glass of beer and finds a finely dressed gentleman making his way over to them. 

And his heart skips a beat.

“I hear you’re the best coxswain and crew out of all the undergraduates,” the gentleman says, loudly enough to halt their conversation, with no introduction of himself whatsoever. He has dark eyes and dark hair, lush with a hint of wave, curling over his forehead and pushed to one side. 

Benedict hurriedly sips his drink.

“What of it, Mr.…?” Lord Fife eyeballs him.

“I'd like to place a wager on your winning the next race,” the gentleman rests a casual, black-gloved hand on their table. “On one condition.”

Fife raises his eyebrows. “What’s that, then?”

“I’m the coxswain for the crew.”

Silence. Then the table laughs uproariously, Benedict excluded. 

The gentleman has a glint in his eyes, a tilt of his head befitting a lord. Arrogant. Attractive. His nose is straight, aristocratic, and his lips—

Smirking. Thin and pink, but full.

“My good man,” Fife finally says around chortles. “We don’t even know your name.”

“Nor have we seen you around, have we, lads?” Cho looks about pompously. “Are you a first year?”

“You’ve got me,” the mystery man straightens, tipping his top hat, impeccably smug. “A first year, looking for a crew befitting my talents. The best crew. Third years. Well-seasoned. You.”

“And… your name?” Fife drawls. 

“Bailey. Anthony Bailey.” The gentleman holds his hand out.

Fife glances around at them all rather than taking it. “Hmm, Bailey, do we know a Bailey?”

A chorus of shaking heads. 

Fife’s gaze sharpens. “What’s your father’s name? Where are your estates?”

At this, Bailey tilts his chin up. “My father is a merchant. And our estate is a shop in Bloomsbury. Which I’m sure you wouldn’t know of, since all you lords seem to learn is which of your first cousins has the biggest dowry so you can fuck them till you sire an heir—”

Fife punches him in the stomach, and the others set upon him like dogs, and Benedict yells and grabs the closest man to him, the second—or was it third?—son of a baron, whoever he is—

But heroic tales where justice is served are consigned to the epics, are the stuff of fairytales, have no place in reality. So the merchant is tossed out onto the cobblestone street, and the door slammed shut against the sudden autumn rains. 

-

Benedict slips out the back door under the pretence of taking a piss outside.

The merchant is in a nearby alleyway taking shelter under the arch of a doorway. He has a cut on his cheekbone that he dabs at with a handkerchief; he puts it away with a mostly concealed wince when Benedict approaches. 

They stare each other down like two fighters forced into the ring. Benedict’s heart aches; the merchant looks so tired.

“If you must punch me,” he says at last, looking away, “I would be grateful if it wasn’t in the same place twice. So, the stomach is off-limits. As is my eye. And my nose, though it hasn’t been punched, but I have plans with a special someone tonight, and I’d rather it not look bloody or broken.” He pauses. “Come to think of it, you should probably stay away from my face altogether.”

Benedict’s mouth twitches. “I’m not going to punch you.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.” It’s very droll. “You lot seem to have trouble doing anything but.”

“You… seem to know our prejudices well? The upper class?”

“Well, you rather like buying the things we make. You just don’t like it as much when we dare to step out of line or try to better ourselves or forget our lot in life.”

Benedict approaches him, cautious, like he would with a wild animal. Or a wounded one. “We were once like you, generations ago. Mere landowners. Until the crown granted us a title.”

“And how many generations ago was that, my lord?” The man’s voice drips with disdain.

Benedict winces. “Nine. I’m… I’m the ninth. In my family.”

The merchant looks sidelong at him in the lantern light, up and down, Benedict suddenly conscious of his finery, and the merchant’s coarser fabrics and simple brocade waistcoat indiscernible in the dimness of the pub earlier. 

“So…” The merchant’s eyes drift back up to his face. “You’re an… earl?”

“Viscount.”

“So your father is an earl?”

Benedict swallows. “My father is dead.”

Rain pitter-patters on the cobblestones. Benedict’s fingers, lungs suddenly itch for a smoke.

“I’m sorry.”

Benedict almost smiles. “I’m surprised you have any sympathy left for us.”

“I’m not completely heartless. I know that death doesn’t care how rich or poor you are, how titled or how bottom-of-the-barrel you are. Once gone, the dead are all the same. Sorely, terribly missed.”

“Quite right.” Benedict’s mouth has gone dry. After a moment he holds his hand out. “I realise I haven’t introduced myself. Benedict Bridgerton.”

The merchant raises his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. “The Right Honourable The Viscount Bridgerton?”

“Or just Benedict,” he grins. “I’m not fond of the title.”

“Then call me just Anthony.” He firmly shakes his hand, leather against warm skin. His eyes up close under the shadow of the doorway are near black, bottomless and blown wide.

Their gazes hold like puzzle pieces interlocked, clicking forever into place.

Benedict clears his throat, titillatingly unable to let go of his hand. “Do you have somewhere to be? You uh… mentioned having plans with a special someone?”

Anthony moves closer, impossibly so. “I noticed your staring in the pub.”

Benedict laughs, slightly desperately and high-pitched. “So you’re not the best coxswain in Oxford after all? You just… wanted me?”

“Why can’t it be both?” Anthony’s voice is intoxication against his lips. “I’m the best coxswain, and you’re my special someone?”

“Even when you thought I was going to punch you?”

“Well, I fervently hoped you would not.”

Anthony slides a hand under his jacket to rest against his hip; Benedict sucks in a breath like he’s starved of air. “Do you have some place we could go?”

-

Anthony cages him up against the door to his room and uses their combined weight to slam it shut. “Sorry about the mess.” He locks it and lights a taper on the nearby table, then licks a stripe up Benedict’s neck. 

Hand fisting in Anthony’s hair against the sensation (and Anthony moaning into his mouth), Benedict has the barest second to look over his shoulder. Anthony’s room is organised clutter: books and papers on the desk by the window, spare candles on the shelf, more papers scattered on the badly-made bed. 

“It’s not so bad,” Benedict says. “In fact I’m quite sure I’ve seen worse—”

Anthony kisses his words away like he’s ravenous, like they’re both running out of time. He drags Benedict by his shirt front over to his bed and Benedict falls onto it willingly, Anthony climbing atop him, caging him once more.

“You’ve seen worse?” Anthony grins, punctuates it with more kisses to the underside of his jaw. “Dare I ask where?”

“Well, when you have siblings…” 

“I don’t. I have a mother and father, six freeloading stray cats, and about double that for the number of people I’ve had at some point or another in my bed.”

“People? Not men, specifically?”

“Men, women, and everything in between. And now, you.” It should sound callous; instead Anthony sounds almost reverent. He pulls his lips away from Benedict’s earlobe and extraordinarily gently unties and pulls off his cravat. Breath caught in his throat, Benedict reaches up and does the same for him. 

Anthony’s cravat, unlike the duller colours of his waistcoat and jacket, is dyed a rich indigo blue.

“Mmf.” He impatiently pushes up Benedict’s waistcoat and shirt to get to the skin beneath, laying his hands everywhere, simultaneously trying to help Benedict with shucking off his own clothes. His jacket and waistcoat and boots are discarded on the floor; Benedict grabs his wrist when he gets to his leather gloves.

“Keep them on,” he says, hoarse.

Anthony’s gaze darkens, unfathomable pools of black. “What have you in mind?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, his other hand sliding down and unbuttoning Benedict’s trousers, Benedict gladly lifting his hips to help Anthony push them down to his knees. “Your fingers,” Benedict says breathlessly, “in my arse—”

“Fingers?” Anthony smirks. “Rather confident of you.” He puts his index finger in his mouth, sucking and coating it with spit.

Benedict takes his hand from his mouth and guides it to his own, lapping around two fingers, tasting warm slick leather, Anthony trembling in his hold. 

“Fuck.” With his free hand he takes Benedict and strokes him to full hardness, Benedict groaning at the sensation of leather on his cock, the back of his head hitting the mattress and Anthony’s fingers sliding out.

He pushes Benedict’s legs up, finally rids him of his trousers and boots and tosses them to the floor. “This all right?” He circles his entrance and Benedict bites his lip, settling his heels on Anthony’s back. 

“Yes—”

Anthony pushes in.

Benedict’s eyes nearly roll back in his head. “Fuck.”

“And you wanted fingers,” Anthony teases.

“Hush—”

Anthony crooks his finger and hits his prostate, and Benedict cries out. 

“Shh.” Anthony leans over him, keeps fingerfucking him, kisses away his whimpering, Benedict pulling him closer and roughly tangling his fingers in his hair.

“Fuck.” Now Anthony’s breaths turn ragged; he pulls back a fraction, panting against Benedict’s mouth. Glances down at Benedict’s cock between them, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “You’re going to come without me touching you?”

Benedict groans, cupping Anthony through his trousers, heat pooling in his stomach and groin, “I’m not that green,” he says between gritted teeth. 

Anthony grunts and eases a second finger in, scissors, fucks him, curls them just so, and Benedict chokes, pants, and comes undone just like that, almost incognisant of it, gasping in bliss and relief and mild embarrassment, Anthony kissing him open-mouthed and lazily and his hand working him through till he’s spent. 

Then he mouths his way down till he’s at his stomach, and cleans his come-splattered skin with his tongue.

Heat radiates raw and anew between Benedict’s legs.

“Can I suck you off?” 

It comes out rough, awed; Anthony looks up at him startled. “You… you want to?”

Benedict nods. 

He sits up after a moment, all of him shaky, turning Anthony so that his back rests against the wall. Anthony is still staring at him, loose-limbed and wide-eyed; Benedict tugs his trousers down and pushes apart his thighs. 

“You… you don’t have to,” Anthony stutters.

Benedict looks up at him, one hand on his length. “Do you want me to?”

Anthony bites his lip and nods.

The first taste is salty, Anthony’s cock already tipped with pre-cum. Then it’s just sheer musk; Benedict adjusts so that the flat of his tongue is on the underside and gets up on his hands to swallow him whole. 

“Oh—” Anthony’s fingers, toes curl; he quickly sets the gentlest hand in Benedict’s hair. “Oh, fuck…”

Benedict starts fucking him, fondling his balls gently, pressing down hard on Anthony’s hips when he involuntarily jerks. “Fuck, sorry—”

Benedict sucks him hard and Anthony keens, sliding further down the wall, fingertips fluttering at the nape of Benedict’s neck. 

Benedict swipes his tongue over the head, bobs up and down, finds Anthony’s other hand fisting the sheets and slides his own underneath to hold it tightly in his. “Fuck, I’m—I’m going to—” Anthony gasps, tugging at his hair, warning him off; Benedict holds fast.

Anthony’s come hits the back of his throat, salty and bitter and hot. Benedict swallows it all, nips the insides of his trembling thighs when he’s done; Anthony curves over him and drags his lips against his temple and pulls him up, kissing him like a man starved, kissing him like Benedict hung the moon and the sun and the stars.

Benedict pulls them both down to the bed when he starts to catch his breath, lying side by side, face to face; he caresses Anthony’s cheek, removes his gloves, slides his hand down past his sweat-damp open collar and feels his pounding heart. “You all right?” he murmurs. 

Anthony lifts his eyes to his, still breathing hard, brushing his nose against his. “Yes. Are you?”

Benedict grins. “More than.”

Anthony closes his eyes and contentedly hums.

After a moment he opens them again, something small and hopeful and anxious now threading through him like a childhood fear of the dark. “Will you stay awhile?” he whispers. 

Benedict blinks. Quickly eases into a smile. “Of course.”

He settles beside him; Anthony pulls him towards his chest with an arm over his shoulders, rests his head atop his. 

Outside, the pitter-patter of rain continues to fall.

[helenakwayne]

Can’t help but feel bad for Freddy in this story. 😂 The poor guy was thrown into the Brdigerton / Basset / Sharma mess without any warning, and he was just being his good natured self and got slammed by Anthony and Simon. Will he be in Anthony’s wedding party? Tom’s in Simon’s. Fair is fair. 😂

Loving this story. Cannot wait for more.

Hi anon. Thanks for reading.

Poor Freddy. He was hoping he'd have a good time in London before heading to Kent on Sunday for this Bridgerton party thing, but once he'd mentioned his plans to Auntie Char and her friend Agatha, he'd somehow ended up spending his whole weekend in Kent. And everyone was perfectly nice--well, everyone except for that Simon fellow--but they were also a bit too intense about everything. A tour of the house? Really? And it was a bit chaotic too. Who gets that excited about a game of croquet? And Daphne was beautiful, for sure, but he had noticed that this Simon fellow (seriously, a duke? in this day and age?) seemed to be getting increasingly antagonistic towards him because she was flirting. If a pretty girl flirted with him, he'd flirt back. Nothing wrong with that. Too bad Daphne was nowhere to be found later on Sunday. But thankfully, neither was that Simon fellow. Perfectly nice weekend, though. He was ready to return to London now. Maybe he'd try to give Daphne a call.

Also, I like your mean streak, anon.

[telltalesonline]

Bridgerton: The 20 Best Characters, Ranked

Dearest Gentle Reader, what is it about the hit period series Bridgerton that keeps you firmly hooked on like a tight-fitted corset?

Is it the steamy love scenes or the profound romantic declarations? Or perhaps it’s the stunning costumes, grand sets, and classical pop covers that you burn for. Mostly, though, I have a feeling it’s the characters that keep you gripped on this popular TV show.

From the dashing Duke of Hastings to the multi-dimensional Bridgerton siblings, every character is as alluring as the Regency-era setting itself. But in the words of Lord Anthony, who is the “bane of my existence and the object of all my desires?”

With every season — and spin-off — the show goes through a wardrobe change of characters, so it might be best to do a roll call of the most memorable ones.

Scroll down for my ranking of the 20 best Bridgerton characters (including those in Queen Charlotte) — based on their impact, likableness, and overall contribution to the series.

20. Cressida Cowper

Where else would this ill-mannered gossip be, if not at the bottom of the list? Cressida Cowper, my least favorite Bridgerton character, is like that coworker you want to defenestrate, or that neighbor you fantasize about running over. I’m exaggerating, obviously. Although she’s had some character growth and I feel *slightly* sorry for her, I can’t forgive her for picking on poor Penelope, gossiping and competing for suitors. Pretty sure she cries herself to sleep for being match-free.

19. The Featherington Sisters

Whiners and graceless groaners, Prudence and Philippa are no one’s favorites — neither in our hearts or among the ton. They now have different surnames as they both successfully married, making their mama heave a sigh of relief. However, their pitiful, back-breaking journey to this status remains fresh in my mind. On the one hand, you’re happy for them. On the other, you feel sorry for those poor blokes.

18. Mrs. Varley

Now, why would a lowly servant rank higher than high-born ladies? Unlike her fellow trusty servants on this show, Mrs. Varley stands out not just for being the Featheringtons’ loyal housekeeper, but their partner in crime, as well. She could have left when they were insolvent, but she stayed, taking up the family’s duties and plotting with Portia for the good of the household. What other housekeeper would do that? Someone give Mrs. Varley the Servant of the Season Award!

17. Lord and Lady Mondrich

Because they are a T-E-A-M — and possibly the most superior couple on the show. Friends of the Duke of Hastings, and well-acquainted with the Bridgertons, the businessman and his audacious wife are slowly becoming favorites, and for that, they deserve a worthy mention. From rigged fights to opening a manhole, they try to stand firmly on their feet, as they aren’t as endowed as others. But having now gone from working class to high society, these two are clearly moving up in the world of Bridgerton, and I love that for them.

16. Benedict Bridgerton 

What’s a Bridgerton doing on the lowest rungs of the ladder? Benedict is a great guy, but his character isn’t as flourished as his more popular family members. We know he wants to be free to forge his own path, uninfluenced by societal expectations, and he’s also the supportive sibling who’s there when you need him. Remember when he rescued Eloise, the sibling he’s closest with, from a crude description of how babies are made?

15. Genevieve Delacroix

Ah, Benedict’s ex-fling with the fake French accent…The successful businesswoman who styles the ladies of the ton and collaborates with Lady Whistledown. That alliance ended when she realized their tryst wasn’t worth a charred reputation. But throughout the series, she’s proven to be a good person, and bestie to Penelope. Need advice, a place to crash, or want to spread a rumor about someone having an illegitimate child so you don’t have to marry him anymore? Just head over to the modiste!

14. Simon Basset

It goes without a doubt that the Duke of Hastings was one of the best characters in the first season. He was ridiculously good-looking, and his presence always spoke more than he ever did. But I can’t say I *miss* him. Simon hangs low on the ladder, as he allows his hatred for his father to control him by denying Daphne, his wife, the joys of motherhood. In the end, love, frequent shenanigans around the estate, and of course common sense prevail, and Augie Bassett is born.

13. King George

Although not so much a major character on Bridgerton, the spinoff show Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story helped us sympathize with the once-was charming and graceful king. A well-rounded and humanized portrayal of a vulnerable King who is plagued by mental illness, I couldn’t help but feel a certain level of compassion for this character as he navigates the tragic relationship with his wife.

12. Colin Bridgerton

“I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington…” Well, I will never forget those words Mr. Colin Bridgerton!!

But all things (and Season 3) considered, he still gets brownie points for being the perfect gentleman. Indeed, despite being blind to the whole package that is Penelope (except in Season 3, of course), Colin is the ultimate sweetheart. He looks out for Featheringtons before they almost get shanghaied; expresses that he could have married Marina despite the pregnancy; and rescues his best friend Penelope from the many torments of the ton. Colin’s that guy you wanna be friends with, but not too friend-ly with, you get me?

11. Edwina Sharma

Timid and sweet Edwina is bland to say the least. Her agreeable nature makes me yawn and yes, I use her scenes for bathroom breaks. It was when she discovered that Anthony, her husband-to-be, was in love with Kate, her sister, that I felt some fire oozing from her. That fire restored order in both households and mended her relationship with her sister. It also gave her a prince instead of a viscount, so you know, talk about leveling up!

10. Daphne Basset

The incomparable Duchess Daphne Basset. The pretty face that had men swooning and girls admiring. The Bridgerton that chose a Duke over a Prince…and took drastic measures to ensure pregnancy. The things we do for love, right? Of course, she has to be among the top 10 characters! As the first Bridgerton daughter, she discharges her duties of setting a good example for her younger sisters and upholding her family’s prestige splendidly. But in what world did she think she could play around with the handsome Duke and not get…burned?

See the full ranking at Tell Tales Online.

[1016anon]

Title: Tainted Love Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma

A/N -- Warning: Some nameless OCs get tortured.

-3-

"So, Ralph, was it?"

No response.  The man was too busy praying.

"Mind telling me why my wife has bruises on her back?"

A brand, whiter than red-hot, floated near Richard's face.

"It wouldn't happen to be because you tried to kidnap her, would it?"

Richard tried to move his head but some unholy force kept him in place, unable to blink, unable to even open his mouth to beg for mercy.  The lower bend of the brand was pressed directly into his chin and he tried to scream, he tried to close his eyes, tried to do anything as the two tips of the circle were placed right on top of his nostrils.

The ghost kept the brand there until the skin had burned down to muscle, and the muscle nearly charred to expose bone.  The benefits of being incorporeal: he didn't have to deal with the stench of burning flesh, which always smelled exactly like meat.

When he pulled the brand away, surrounding skin peeled away with it, leaving Richard with practically no nose and the fat of his cheeks exposed to fry.

Now that Richard was allowed to sob, the salt of his tears just added to his agony and the involuntary spasms of his face, movement of his mouth as he tried to sob and breath at the same time just caused him to scream in pain, and moving his mouth to scream caused him to scream in pain.  It was a testament to Anthony's anger that in his zeal to punish those who dared lay their hands on his wife, he had overlooked the fact that it would be difficult-- maybe near impossible-- to extract any useful information from a man whose world was a literal feedback loop of unending, self-sustaining, torture.

No matter.  He had two other cretins who'd just shit their pants, watching their ringleader's nose dangling from the two points of the brand.

"I can't promise I'll let either of you live," he said cheerfully, not even facing them, "but if you have any useful information, I could be convinced to let you die quickly."

Another brand floated in front of Ralph-- Richard-- whatever-- but Anthony paused before doing anything.  At this point, there was a fair chance that Ralph would pass out if he added another brand somewhere.  Given his audience, however--

One brand in Richard's right armpit, the other in the left.  As predicted, he'd fainted from the pain but Anthony kept at it to make his point.

"pleasepleasepleasepleasewewerehiredtoroughherupalittlewearentkillersisweariswearonmylifeiswearwewerentgonnakillhertheywantedtoscareherintoleavingpleaseohgodpleasedontidonthisnamewassmithiswearhisnamehisnamedontohgodpleasepleaseplease"

"I didn't catch all of that.  Speak up."

"wedidnt wedidnt wedidnt"

"You honestly expect me to believe your only contact was with a man named Smith?"

"handtogod pleasesir handtogod thatsthename thatshisname hegaveusorders wewerepaidupfront"

"Seems to be a habit of his, paying before services are rendered."

"halfupfront halfafterthejob"

"Ah, of course.  Foolish of me to assume otherwise," he mused, touching the brand with an incorporeal finger.

Ralph showed signs of reviving-- Anthony was impressed.  Human bodies did unexpected things, often for no good reason.

"I suppose you didn't expect her to fight back so well," he continued to contemplate the brand, absolutely fascinated that he felt nothing.

Anthony idly applied the brand to the other one's stomach-- the one who'd failed to give up any information and seemed to have already given up on living in general.  It wouldn't do to let him get away so easily.  Not after he'd deliberately grabbed Kate's breast in the scuffle to subdue her.  However, there was truth to their words-- they were meant to scare Kate.  He suspected that all of these incidents were meant to scare her.  The question Anthony had no answer to was why.

But Anthony was a ghost and serial killer, not a ghost and an investigator.  He ultimately didn't really care about why, so long as it stopped.  Besides, he had complete faith in his skills as a torturer.  Granted, he'd never applied his hard-won abilities to extracting information, and gauging the right level of pain and fear to encourage someone to talk seemed to require finesse he didn't quite have patience for.  His wife had always told him he was terrible at waiting for anything-- he was only satisfied with instant gratification.

Which was patently not true.  He waited very patiently to drive his wife out of her mind before he let her come.

Either way, he drove the reheated circular brand right on top of the catatonic one's lips, the tips of the circle this time searing into the man's tear ducts.

The only person allowed to terrify his wife was Anthony.  The only person allowed to do anything to Kate was Anthony, as far as he was concerned.  Including die.

He'd let her live so he could marry her.

No one was allowed to take the life she owed him.

--

Aubrey Hall looked different in the light of day.  As did ledgers.

"Why do you need this money?  What happened to the money I gave you just last week?"

"If you'd simply given me control of my own money, I wouldn't have to ask you."

"It isn't your money, Col."

"What are you on about?  Of course it is."

"Anthony set aside money for your living when you marry.  He made it clear in his will-- I know you were present for the reading.  The transfer is contingent on it," Benedict rubbed the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on.  "As far as I can see, you're nowhere closer to taking that step."

"It's going to be my money either way-- I don't see what the difference is whether I'm married or not."

"Regardless--"

"Why can't you just have the solicitor change the terms?"

"You haven't answered my first question."

"Don't tell me you're doing this out of some misguided loyalty to Anthony's wishes."

"Of course," Benedict rolled his eyes. "And it couldn't possibly be because I happen to agree with Anthony's wishes."

"He was a murderer!"

"He was still better at managing money than you."

"That's because he never gave me a fair chance, just like you won't now!" Colin yelled, face red.

"I don't know if I should be insulted that you're trying to guilt me into giving you money."

"It's not guilt-- it's the truth!  You never had to ask him for money, he always gave it to you while I've always had to humiliate myself and beg just for a few pounds!"

"Let me ask again-- what do you need this money for?"

"Mother was right, you've always taken Anthony's side, even with Kate," Colin spat.  "Anthony's dead and you're still taking his side."

"Watch your mouth."

"It's why we're here, isn't it?  Instead of somewhere with real society-- we could have gone to Ramsgate, or Bath."

"And we would have been just as welcome as we were in London," Benedict replied, patience beginning to wear thin.

"No one has said a word to me."

"Then you weren't thrown out of Crockey's two nights ago, I take it."

"I wasn't--"

Benedict raised a sardonic eyebrow at his brother-- so similar to Anthony and yet so completely different.  While Anthony had always made a person feel like he'd caught them red-handed doing something illegal (and wasn't that ironic), Benedict made a person feel small, like he wouldn't bother to waste his attention on such a simpleton.

"It was a mere misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding on your part, or theirs?"

Colin grit his teeth and glared, ears burning; they both knew he'd been barred at the door.  The story Benedict had heard was: After Colin's failed attempt, his brother had made it through successfully by wearing a disguise and borrowing an old schoolmate's name, only to be discovered and thrown out fifteen minutes later, the entire room watching, alternately jeering and laughing uproariously when Colin had fallen into a horse's leavings after he'd stumbled and lost his balance.

"That's what I thought," Benedict smiled pleasantly.  "If you're quite finished throwing your tantrum, you can see yourself out."

"Very well," Colin said.  "Then I'll leave it to you to explain to Mother when the creditors come knocking."

"Only one of us has a reputation of failing to settle his bills, Brother," Benedict had already turned his attention back to the ledgers.  "I'll leave it to you to explain to Mother which of us that is."

"You're not the brother I remember," Colin said, trying to land a parting shot.  "I thought no one could be worse than Anthony."

"It almost makes you wish I'd been executed instead, doesn't it."

Colin blanched at Benedict's quirked brow and stomped out a little too quickly.

Benedict-- as the second son-- was well aware that while Anthony had always been cutting and abrasive (both figuratively and literally, it turned out), Benedict was worse: he was mocking.  Anthony had once complained that fighting with him was like fighting with a greased eel; you were more likely to be drowned and strangled before you ever got your hands on it.  Benedict was sarcastic, witty, and deathly observant; where Anthony raised his voice when he'd run out of patience, Benedict became suddenly mild and deeply condescending.

One thing was true: No one understood money better than Anthony.  Despite the immaculate condition of their books, the numbers swam before his eyes.

Not even five minutes had passed before:

"What did Colin want?"

"Do none of you know how to knock?"

Eloise threw herself in the chair opposite.

"More money, then, I take it?"

"How ever did you guess."

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Eloise stood and pulled a book out, looked at its cover, made a show of flipping through it, then put it back.  Eloise did this a few times while Benedict waited her out.

Clearly she wanted something and she wasn't sure how he'd react to it.  Which was unlike her.  Unless it had to do with--

"Did you really inherit everything?"

--

"I think you should be careful," Kate said, concentrating on her watercolors.

She'd invited him to paint with her after lunch when the light was bright and cheerful.  He'd wanted to wait until afternoon because he preferred the warmer colors and deeper hues drawn out in the setting sun, but Kate hadn't wanted to be outdoors so close to nightfall.  She offered no answers regarding the bruises-- not even evading his questions.  Simply refusing to answer them.

"Of whatever's been hurting you?  Yes, I agree, we should be careful.  It would be helpful, however, if you could tell me what I need to be careful of."

"No, I mean," she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

It was new-- Kate refusing eye contact.  Benedict got a sense that she was always watching for something which might attack her from behind, come at her from nowhere, jump out in front of her.  He hadn't noticed it when she was in London; the habit seemed to have developed since living at Aubrey Hall.

Last night, Benedict had the eerie sense that something was prowling the house, though he didn't get any kind of sense that it was targeting or even searching for him.  At breakfast, everyone looked like they'd had nightmares; Hyacinth was jumpy, Gregory peevish, and Daphne subdued.  The only person who looked like they'd gotten any sleep was actually Kate.  She wore a very dark purple dress to breakfast-- the closest thing she ever got to wearing widow's weeds.

But no jewelry.  The closest thing she came to jewelry was a gold hairpin that Anthony had given her for her birthday.  If Benedict recalled correctly, Anthony had given her a set.  They weren't the English sort-- much more elaborate decoration and long enough that one or two were enough to keep Kate's hair secure in the coiffure she favored.  It had been Anthony's favorite thing to do during Pall Mall-- pull Kate's hairpin out, causing her hair to tumble into her face just as she was about to hit the ball.

"Eloise's Captain Gideon announced his engagement to one Miss Pepperman.  It was in the paper yesterday."

"Does she know?  She didn't seem out of sorts this morning."

"She knows.  As does Violet."

"What happened between El and Gideon?  No one ever said."

"Well.  When Captain Gideon and Anthony met to discuss the marriage contract and dowry, Anthony insisted on stipulating that Eloise would retain full control of the money."

"How?  I'm fairly certain the laws are ironclad in that respect."

"You know Anthony: always creating obstacles so he can find a way around them."

Or carving a knife through them, Benedict did not say.

"And we both thought of how to accomplish it," Kate said with quiet pride.  "It was very complicated, a maze of financial instruments and a very diverse set of holdings."

"I think I can guess what comes next: Gideon wouldn't agree to the terms."

"No.  Anthony was wiling to transfer forty percent of her dowry to Gideon, but Gideon insisted it was all or nothing.  We were both surprised that Eloise was willing to cede all financial control."

"I feel like I ought to be more surprised because it's Eloise, but," Benedict shrugged.  "She did fancy herself in love."

"Well, Anthony argued that if Eloise wanted to sign her rights to her own money away to her husband, that was her prerogative once it was in her name.  But he refused to sign it over in full in the marriage contract."

"I take it Miss Pepperman has a sizable dowry."

"Not quite as large as Eloise, but still a good amount.  But more importantly, I think-- no father to look after her interests.  Her brother is five years her junior and knows nothing of marriage contracts."

"Are you saying that El blames you?"

"She blamed Anthony.  Your mother blames me and Anthony both."

Benedict stopped painting for a moment.

"There's something you're not telling me.  I know for a fact that Anthony didn't make any such consideration when Daphne married Hastings."

"That would be because Hastings doesn't send money every month to a mysterious someone in Scotland."

"A mistress?" he asked, shocked.

"I suppose you could call her that.  They grew up together in the same little town, were once engaged before he was shipped off to war.  He never made a fortune like many of the other officers-- she has a child and another on the way, according to the reports Anthony received from the investigator."

"Did you tell Eloise?  Does Mother know?  Why didn't either of you tell me--"

"Violet doesn't know, but of course we told Eloise-- she was the one who broke the engagement off," Kate paused.  "Though not before tearfully accusing Anthony of making the story up whole cloth.  We didn't tell you at Eloise's request, she said she would tell you in her own time.  She seemed angry and embarrassed by the entire thing."

Benedict had no idea what to say.  Except:

"You and Anthony kept too many secrets."

"The perils of being head of house," she agreed, deliberately missing the point.

"What I don't understand is why you think I'm in danger when you are the one with bruises."

"I didn't say anything about danger," Kate smirked.  "I said you need to be careful.  You've inherited more than Anthony's money-- you've inherited his problems too."

"Anything else you'd like to warn me of while you're at it?"

"Daphne."

"I stay far, far away from whatever is going on between her and Hastings."

"She wanted Anthony to speak to Simon."

"I'm sure that went well."

"He didn't speak to him."

"I gathered as much, given that he and Simon were still on speaking terms before everything."

"He and Daphne had an enormous argument-- she accused him of taking Simon's side."

"This, I do recall.  Mother mentioned something about it," he nodded, then resumed painting.  After a moment: "You do know I'm not Anthony, as much as we resembled each other."

"I know."

"I don't have the same relationships with them-- they don't have the same expectations of me."

"Money changes everything, Benedict."

"It hasn't so far."

"Hasn't it?" she asked, voice deceptively mild.

Silence.

Did you really inherit everything?

"I take your point."

She didn't reply-- there was nothing to say, really.

A few minutes later, grey clouds began to layer the sky and a chill wind swept through; it was a wind which carried teeth.

At first, he thought it would calm, but when it became evident the wind was here to stay, he put down his palette and brush and walked over to Kate's canvas.

She was finished.

He was not surprised that she'd painted Anthony-- only she'd painted him in greys, gradients of dark blue, and a startling red.  Benedict felt like he couldn't breathe, seeing his brother rendered ghost.

"You need to be careful, Benedict."

Kate looked straight at him.

"Someone-- one of your brothers or sisters-- turned him in."

"What?" his ears were ringing and his world skewed.

"Anthony wasn't caught," her voice sounded like it was echoing in a crypt.

Surely, surely he imagined that dark look in her eyes?

"A Bridgerton tipped off the police."

[lizzibennet]

I definitely don’t think bridgerton is gonna cancelled after s3, they’re surely doing s4. I’m not sure about subsequent seasons honestly. That will depend from views and if s3 will have a significant drop I think it means the peak was reached and s4 will have less views than s3 and on and on. Which I think is also why they made s3 about Colin and s4 about Benedict. Benedict has a catch and he’s a fanfavorite so it’s more likely ga will watch his season. The problem is that if s3 tanks (which I don’t think it will, but still who knows), I don’t think s4 will be a hit. I definitely think they’ve lost the majority of the SA audience they had in s2, unless they use Simone in promo but lol they didn’t use her in her own season so they probably won’t. But in general I think that because it worked one time, it doesn’t mean that the “one sibling a season” structure will work everytime, cause the risk is there every year and to me they’re doing nothing to get the audience engaged. The writing isn’t helping cause instead of making the ga care about the principals they’re adding plots that last a season and then that character disappears and to me it’s completely nonsense. The promo sucks and 90% of the people involved in the show needs media training. Personally I’ve completely lost interest and I don’t know if I’ll watch s3 honestly 🤷🏻‍♀️

yeah i don't have much to add bc u said it all! i definitely think the writing is not helping with keeping the audience interested for many seasons on end. that is very clear and i hope they've at least heard some of that feedback, though it seems there was not much time between s2 and writing s3 so who knows... i really hope they manage to pull it all together better, because the family dynamics are definitely my fav part of the show by far. i'm really hoping that regé leaving was the reason they didn't pull much from s1 and that moving forward they do a better job of following up with the past seasons' chars. especially w kate and anthony now being the heads of the family! it would be really disappointing if they don't explore that now esp when k&a are definitely more popular than daphne and simon.

i also think "one sibling a season" will not work forever, especially because in the later books some of the stories are happening at the same time... i like the idea of benedict perhaps already meeting sophie this season and looking for her but only having that resolved in the next. i also like the idea of fran meeting john now but not being a huge focus and michael only showing up in her season. we'll have to wait and see but i think that would be smart and would warrant less bullshit plots that disappear after 1 season which you're right doesn't make sense at all. you have enough characters damn it use them!

[sakurajjam]

Eu adoro esses backstage de vocês, fico curiosa sobre os personagens que usam... É muito descaradamento pedir pra ver os chars?

é não, cerejinha. não vou mostrar todos porque a rinn não gosta de mostrar muito os chars, então vamos ter apenas os que já mostrei aqui para todos.

esses são os que mostramos, leon e jace são meus e anelle e elliot são da rinn; são nossos deliciosos enemies to lovers, jalle é com inspo na kate e no anthony de bridgerton, mas em um au. leiot é um plot de vermelho, branco e sangue azul, mas mudamos algumas coisas. é isso, são nossos chars.

[triviareads]

i finally got around to reading the new chapter of "the courtship of charlotte bridgerton" i loved it! I'm now curious where it's going to end now that anthony has approved of clairmont. will you end it at their wedding (and wedding night heehee)?

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed. So this chapter (which I can confirm is the penultimate chapter) ends with Charlotte telling Clairmont to ask for her father's permission, which means she's agreeing to marry him (because he asked like 2 chapters ago), and she knows Anthony will agree to Clairmont's suit. Next chapter everyone is going to think she's accepting Clairmont's proposal but really, he's just gonna put a ring on it to make it official and then they'll probably make out or something while the entire family has their ear pressed against the door like the Bennets in P&P (2005) lol.

So that's where The Courtship of Charlotte Bridgerton will end. That being said, I did start writing a wedding night fic back in the fall of 2021 and now I'm panicking because I feel like I need to reinvent their sexual dynamic since they've changed since I first started writing them. They've gotten.... switch-ier, if that makes sense. Like, she'd pinned him to a wall for their first kiss and I was gonna have that set the tone but then I wrote this, looked at it, and went oh shit:

Anyway it should be a fun time because Clairmont has a bit of a teacher kink with her (which Fitzalan thinks is is suuuch a basic bitch straight man thing, especially if you consider Char and Clairmont's age gap) but Charlotte finds it titillating, although not just in a "teach me" kinda way, but more in a "teach me your ways" kinda way. Do we see the distinction? Or like, what it's leading to? I'm sorry I'm feeling rather incoherent today.

Also, I've written Clairmont's backstory in a way where if you read it, you'd understand why he'd probably enjoy being topped by a woman. It's pretty distinct from him and Fitzalan, with whom Clairmont definitely puts his "I'm the lord of the manor" attitude to full use.

ANYWAY my point is, I wanna write these two going at it before I throw a fourth into the polycule except I'm stuck in my own head at the moment.

[ltbelanna]

[ ... ] his words would remain forever unspoken, because at that moment, he heard it. A low buzz. A whine, really. It was the sort of sound most people found mildly annoying. Nothing, to Anthony, could have been more terrifying. “Don’t move,” he whispered, his voice harsh with fear. Kate’s eyes narrowed, and of course she moved, trying to twist about. “What are you talking about? What is wrong?” “Just don’t move,” he repeated.

THE VISCOUNT WHO LOVED ME, CHAPTER 13 🐝 BRIDGERTON, S2

[lovebugcody]

Anthony Bridgedton is played by the same guy who played Leonardo Di Vinci in the hit (?) show Leonardo and i have not been the same since finding out

[viscountessevie]

Fellow travelers Jonny and S3 Anthony are gonna look so good I'm crying

RIGHTT BOI IS IN HIS DILF ERA!! LOOK AT THOSE GRAY HAIRS I'M GOING FERAL!!

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Also how is he making the pornstache work??? Is this for his Travellers character lmao? I'm okay with the stache being the only crime committed against the character pls I don't really wanna see the shit they put the char through the book sigh.

Also I know this is a thirst ask about Jonny but hello he's not a DILF without HIS MILF!!! SIMONE IN THE PAP PICS WERE ETHEREAL I felt like I died and went to heaven for real.

I WANT HER TO STEP ON ME:

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Also they did a great job of making Ruby Barker as Marina look super hot and yet maternal post-twins. So I have no doubt S3 will go off on making them look like the MILF and DILF Sharma-Bridgerton we deserve!!

[troped-fanfic-challenge]

The Qualifying Round

It’s officially time to VOTE for the Qualifying Round of TROPED Madness 3.0! The structure is simple! Please rank the five (5) fics, first (1) being your top choice, and five (5) being your last choice! Since we only received five fics, we will be chopping one author and the ranking will be used to order all the remaining authors for the brackets in Round One.

You can vote here:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeXSfbtsIVwHs26EfP-lmRYnsqUHdzQZ7wDmmJhYTZiYtZucg/viewform?usp=sf_link

The five fics that we received for this round can be found below, or on AO3 here! Each fic follows the theme [Mystery], includes the tropes [Absent-Minded Professor] and [Characters who are not together are mistaken for a couple], and has a central character focus on [Wells Jaha (The 100) or Willie (JATP)]! When you vote, please be sure to take into consideration the USE of all these elements, because, as with all other TROPED events, the purpose is to select the authors who best utilize the requirements!

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i could be your perfect disaster (Rated T) [9-1-1: Lone Star — Carlos Reyes x TK Strand]

Summary: He knocks. For a moment, Carlos thinks no one will answer. Just as he’s about to give up and return to his partner, the door squeaks open, revealing a young man around Carlos’ age with dark hair and the most gorgeous eyes Carlos has ever seen in his life. He swallows, trying to remember why he’s there.

“Hello? I’m Detective Reyes with Austin PD,” he states, taking in the way the man’s posture turns defensive. “Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?”

Or: While investigating a murder at a local college, Carlos meets an enigmatic TA

Speak to Me in Riddles (Rated M) [The 100 — Wells Jaha & Niylah]

Summary: Wells and Niylah have been partners solving murders for years, and they are very good at what they do. When a murdered woman is found in a small town, the mystery only starts with why the woman was hiding her identity. In order to find her killer they first have to find out who she really was.

TRIGGER WARNING: This does deal with themes of murder and the subsequent investigation, but there are very few specific details and nothing particularly graphic.

Your type of mind, so hard to find (Rated T) [Bridgerton — Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma]

Summary: When Dr. Danbury sends her students on a quest to find ancient religious relics scattered throughout London, Kate Sharma is very displeased to find out that, due to her original partner dropping the class, she has been paired with Dr. Danbury's annoying, scatterbrained Teacher's Assistant, the ever infuriating (and ridiculously handsome) Anthony Bridgerton.

The Charred Chophouse (Rated T) [A Series of Unfortunate Events — Klaus Baudelaire & Carmelita Spats]

Summary: Fourteen years after leaving the island with his family, Klaus is perfectly content with his ordinary, low-profile life as a college professor.

Of all the people from his old life, it's Carmelita Spats who shows up to drag him right back into danger. Naturally.

see the white bees swarming (Rated T) [The 100 — Wells Jaha x Roan]

Summary: Sanctum is not a place that people visit. So when their second visitor in mere months rolls into town on his motorbike, Roan isn't surprised when his mother tasks him with figuring out just why Wells Jaha is gracing their town with his presence. Will the gig be as easy as Roan speculates it to be, or will the mysterious stranger give him more than he bargained for?

[andthebubbles]

a/b fic

I've been meaning to do this for a while... it's the 'what is a/b fic about?' post...! Look away if it's not your thing. Or just look away entirely, honestly.

Fandom: Bridgerton

(Background: I handwaved homophobia/transphobia (just like shondaland handwaved racism) by making King Char and King George marry. Tada.)

(More background in case one doesn't know what Bridgerton is about: the Bridgertons are English nobility; in canon, Edmund (the Viscount) and his wife Violet have eight children named alphabetically (A to H). Edmund dies in 1803 and his firstborn son becomes the next Viscount.)

Synopsis: Anthony is the firstborn Bridgerton who runs away when he's 2 years old while out with Edmund because he's jealous of the attention his baby brother Benedict is getting. He accidentally boards a ship that leaves England, gets adopted by nice parents, eventually forgets that he's a Bridgerton, and doesn't come back to live in England until he's 13.

Benedict meanwhile grows up feeling inadequate in his missing older brother's shadow and resents him for it. When he inherits his father's title in 1803 he definitely does not want to be Viscount, especially since his older brother was never confirmed dead.

In 1806, he meets Anthony when Anthony starts attending Oxford, and they soon start seeing each other/becoming close. Anthony (and his family) has been straddling the social classes for a while, coming up from the working class to (not quite) the merchant class, and Benedict is very aware of this; he knows Anthony isn't good enough for him, but he tries to make it work.

Status: WIP, with four arcs in mind (currently (2024-08-08) at approx 83k words and nearing the end of arc 2)

Featuring: shifting power dynamics, class differences, eventual under-negotiated D/s relationship/kinky sex, then (even more eventually) healthy D/s relationship/kinky sex. (And some somewhat ironic ~searching for info on each other in orphanages/workhouses when they've already found each other~)

CW: sibling incest, past sexual abuse, past bullying (and current, external pov (so far?)), past trauma in general, dubcon (either one or two scenes)

General outline: Arc 1: the honeymoon period Arc 2: the real world comes knocking Arc 3: pining/trying to be better/no more secrets Arc 4: we're brothers?! (lmao)

Read chapter 1 (complete, other than the missing flashback at the end)

Read random snippets

[tomorrowedblog]

Friday Releases for March 25

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for March 25 include Everything Everywhere All At Once, Kirby and the Forgotten Land, I Know NIGO!, and more.

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Everything Everywhere All At Once, the new movie from Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, is out today.

Directed by Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, collectively known as Daniels, the film is a hilarious and big-hearted sci-fi action adventure about an exhausted Chinese American woman (Michelle Yeoh) who can’t seem to finish her taxes.

Mothering Sunday

Mothering Sunday, the new movie from Eva Husson, is out today.

On a warm spring day in 1924, house maid and foundling Jane Fairchild (Odessa Young) finds herself alone on Mother’s Day. Her employers, Mr. and Mrs. Niven (Colin Firth and Olivia Colman), are out and she has the rare chance to spend quality time with her secret lover. Paul (Josh O’Connor) is the boy from the manor house nearby, Jane’s long-term love despite the fact that he’s engaged to be married to another woman, a childhood friend and daughter of his parents’ friends. But events that neither can foresee will change the course of Jane’s life forever.

The Lost City

The Lost City, the new movie from Aaron Nee and Adam Nee, is out today.

Brilliant, but reclusive author Loretta Sage (Sandra Bullock) has spent her career writing about exotic places in her popular romance-adventure novels featuring handsome cover model Alan (Channing Tatum), who has dedicated his life to embodying the hero character, “Dash.” While on tour promoting her new book with Alan, Loretta is kidnapped by an eccentric billionaire (Daniel Radcliffe) who hopes that she can lead him to the ancient lost city’s treasure from her latest story. Wanting to prove that he can be a hero in real life and not just on the pages of her books, Alan sets off to rescue her. Thrust into an epic jungle adventure, the unlikely pair will need to work together to survive the elements and find the ancient treasure before it’s lost forever.

You Are Not My Mother

You Are Not My Mother, the new movie from Kate Dolan, is out today.

It’s the week before Halloween. Char’s bedridden mother, Angela, has mysteriously gone missing. All that remains is her abandoned car parked in the middle of a field. When Angela returns home to their North Dublin estate the following evening without explanation, it becomes clear to Char and her grandmother, Rita, that something is amiss. She might look and sound the same, but Angela’s behavior has become increasingly erratic and frightening, as if she has been replaced by a malevolent force. As Halloween approaches, a night steeped in ancient Irish myth and legend, Char must unearth the dark secrets of her family in order to uncover the truth behind her mother’s disappearance and save her, even if it means potentially losing her forever.

7 Days

7 Days, the new movie from Roshan Sethi, is out today.

Set-up on a pre-arranged date by their old-fashioned Indian parents, Ravi and Rita seemingly have nothing in common. The situation turns both awkward and enlightening when they find themselves trapped inside together for a week.

Pachinko

Pachinko, the new TV series from Soo Hugh, is out today.

Based on the New York Times bestseller, Pachinko is a sweeping saga that chronicles the hopes and dreams of a Korean immigrant family across four generations.

Bridgerton S2

The second season of Bridgerton, the TV series from Chris Van Dusen, is out today.

Duty, desire and scandal collide when Viscount Anthony Bridgerton decides to marry, only to meet his match in his intended bride’s headstrong big sister.

Tiny Tina’s Wonderlands

Tiny Tina’s Wonderlands, the new game from Gearbox Software and 2K, is out today.

Embark on an epic adventure full of whimsy, wonder, and high-powered weaponry! Bullets, magic, and broadswords collide across this chaotic fantasy world brought to life by the unpredictable Tiny Tina.

Roll your own multiclass hero and loot, shoot, slash, and cast your way through outlandish monsters and loot-filled dungeons on a quest to stop the tyrannical Dragon Lord. Everyone's welcome, so join the party, throw on your adventuring boots, and be Chaotic Great!

Kirby and the Forgotten Land

Kirby and the Forgotten Land, the new game from HAL Laboratory and Nintendo, is out today.

Float off on an all-new adventure as the powerful puffball, Kirby. Explore in 3D stages as you discover a mysterious world with abandoned structures from a past civilization—like a shopping mall?! Copy enemies’ abilities like the new Drill and Ranger and use them to attack, explore your surroundings, and save the kidnapped Waddle Dees from the ferocious Beast Pack alongside the mysterious Elfilin. Hope you’re hungry for an unforgettable adventure!

Ghostwire: Tokyo

Ghostwire: Tokyo, the new game from Tango Gameworks and Bethesda Softworks, is out today.

Tokyo's population has vanished, and deadly supernatural forces prowl the streets. Use an arsenal of elemental abilities to unravel the truth behind the disappearance and save Tokyo.

Pill Baby

Pill Baby, the new game from Kayabros, is out today.

A stylish hack and slash game about an immigrant who takes drugs for her job. Play as Anna, finding a job and moving to a new country. Explore her new life, struggles, loneliness, relationships, language barrier.

I Know NIGO!

I Know NIGO!, the new album from Nigo, is out today.

Melt My Eyez See Your Future

Melt My Eyez See Your Future, the new album from Denzel Curry, is out today.

[triviareads]

can we get some charlotte bridgerton hc's?

Why not? Let's talk about Charlotte's relationship with her siblings:

Edmund used to dote on Charlotte when she was younger because she was his first little sister and there was a fairly significant age gap between them (7 years). I think that as they grow older, Charlotte grows to resent Ned's paternalistic attitude towards her (much like their father's), while Edmund slowly starts to realize Charlotte is basically a shark in disguise, which, according to his notion of Gender Roles, is not a good thing. Plus, the fact that they have fairly similar personalities ensures there's friction between them.

On the other hand, I imagine Miles is a lot more inclined to treat Charlotte as an equal as they grow older, which she appreciates, so they become a lot closer. Plus, while all of Anthony's kids are chaotic, Miles and Charlotte bond over the fact that they're not outwardly chaotic.

There's an 8 year age gap between Charlotte and Mary, meaning Charlotte probably spends a lot of time being exasperated by her little sister's shenanigans (because Mary is a Menace). They don't have a lot in common save their love of music, and Char quickly realizes the unwiseness of trying to mold Mary into The Perfect Debutante (even if Charlotte totally could do it, especially once's she married and Knows People) because that's just not Mary's scene.