#muse; charlotte

[iwritemilfs]

@mysteriary wife time

In many ways, joining the Fireflies had been Charlotte's saving grace. She'd found a purpose, a reason to keep going after the world became somewhat of a living nightmare. And there was a sense of normalcy. She got to keep doing what she'd always done. While other Fireflies were in Quarantine Zones; rioting, bombing, doing what they could to stand up against military rule, Charlotte was in Salt Lake City, at Saint Mary's Hospital - which had become a headquarter of sorts. There was some normalcy.

Until something happened, and she'd remember that there was in fact nothing normal about anything that was going on.

She could hear their voices before she saw them. Frustration from some, panic from others. When they rounded the corner Charlotte saw four Fireflies, one of them covered in blood - too much blood. Hang on. In her hurry to get to the wounded man, she'd glossed over the fourth member. Not a Firefly. No, this was a stranger, tied up at that. "What the hell happened?" It was a general question, but her eyes were locked on the strange woman.

[nooneasgood]

Open to: m/f/nb

Connections/plot: Family friend, priest/pastor, former teacher, anyone who she shouldn't catch at the strip club. Age gaps and t*aboo relationships welcomed.

"Listen, there isn't any need to sugar coat anything here. I don't want people to know about my dancing. And you wouldn't want people to know that you are here. There had to be some sort of agreement that we can come to, one that mutually benefits us." Charlotte hadn't anticipated ever seeing the other at the club, and yet, here they found themselves. Both were trying to sort out a way to keep their secret. She crossed her arms over her chest, eyes momentarily trailing the other. It wasn't like she would be opposed to some sort of physical arrangement. If that was where the other wanted to go, since it was the most likely result.

[bellarkeselection]

1 - Welcoming the Bridgerton’s

Part 2

The Venus Muse

Here's the first chapter y'all! I am sorry to say that I couldn't tag some of you that asked to be added. If you could give me an update profile tag I will add you that way.

Buckingham Palace was always busy with something going on. The royal castle had many children over the years running around it. I knew this place better than anyone else could imagine. And that truth will help me change my life forever. 

“Your highness, which tiara would you wish for today?” One of my handmaidens named Sunset asked me. 

She was standing by my table vanity that had quite a few tiaras sitting on top of them. Sitting on my bed the fabric of my golden dress swayed when I walked up to her. “The one with three center jewels and the pearl necklace.” 

“Of course, my lady.” She nodded where I lowered my head and she set the tiara in the center. 

The tiara sparkled when the light bounced off the light coming through the window. I stood in front of the tall mirror eyeing my gown that was golden, short sleeves decorated in lace and was long where you couldn’t see the short brown boots I wore unless my dress flew up from the wind. “Sunset, do you think my mother shall begin pressuring me this year?” 

“It is not my place to speak on.”

I reassured her otherwise. “Don’t worry about prying ears. I am asking for your opinion.” 

“I would say she seeks what is best for you, Lady Y/n.” Sunset answered with a shrug of her shoulders. 

Someone knocked on the outside of my door before another lady in waiting peaked her head inside. “Princess, your mother is coming this direction.” I nodded brushing my hands down the front of my dress. 

The door of my bedroom opened for me to see my mother, Lady Danbury and Brimsley all walking up to my room. “I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected,  to turn this season on its head. That is what we need. There is no room for indifference.  Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure.” 

“Of course, Your Majesty. But remember, a young lady cannot be a diamond until you anoint her as such. So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidates today…” 

My mother cut off her friend. “Do you think she will return?  We have heard nary a peep from Lady Whistledown since last season ended. Perhaps the writer came to her senses. Perhaps she realized taking on her queen was a bad idea, and she will never publish again.”

Lady Danbury responded. “It is a convincing theory, ma'am.”

“Or she simply left for the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip.”

Lady Danbury made a noise. “Hmm. “

“You do know what that would make her, then?” My mother Queen Charlotte trailed off. 

I finished her sentence being fair too noisy, needing to listen to the conversation of the famous gossiping writer. “One of us.”

“My darling daughter, you look radiant as ever.” My mother turned away from her friend to face me. 

I sent her a smile waving to Lady Danbury to not be rude. “It’s good to see you, Lady Danbury.” 

“Good to see you too, Princess Y/n.” She smiled. 

My mother clasped her hands together in front of her puffy white dress. “I have been needing to speak with you and what this evening needs to entail for you and your happiness.” 

“You wish for me to marry a prince and provide heirs for the crown.” I rolled my eyes already thinking of the answer she would say. 

Yet to my surprise she said almost the opposite. “I wish for you to have happiness and many children. It would help if your husband was royalty, but it is not a requirement.” 

“It isn’t?” Knitting my brows in confusion. 

She takes my hands in hers. “I didn’t get the chance to search for love on my own. My brother arranged my marriage with your father. So I secretly hope that you, my firstborn daughter, can have some fun.” 

“Mother, I…that means so much to me.” I smiled through some happy tears. 

Footsteps came down the long hallway and around the corner before we saw my father’s servant named Reynolds. “My Queen, my princess. I have news.” He bowed with a hand behind his back. 

“What is it, Reynolds?” I asked him. 

He shifted his gaze to mine. “You're father is having an episode, Princess.” 

“Oh…” I made a noise in discomfort. I knew of his illness 

That was the secret my mother and the rest of my siblings and I kept hidden from thr world. They needed to believe that the king was just always busy and so his wide made the appearances out on the town. “Hmm it appears we may have to cancel the ball tonight for the Bridgertons.” My mother sighed in defeat knowing her husband came first. 

“We shall not cancel.” My mother and Reynolds’s both shifted their attention over to me when I had spoken up the opposite of what they assumed would need to be done. “We should not cancel because I can represent the family in your place, mother.” 

She tapped her chin in thought. “I suppose that could solve our problem. I don't wish to cancel the months of preparation that were put into this.” 

“Exactly that would be a tragedy.” 

The queen turned to her husband's helper with instructions. “Inform my husband I will come to his aid. Brimsley?” 

“Yes, your Majesty.” 

She gave him a different set of orders. “Inform the Viscount Bridgerton that my daughter shall be appearing tonight before myself.” He bowed and went in a different direction then Reynolds. 

“Thank you, mother.” I smiled curtseying to her before we parted for the evening. It was quite a few hours before the ball with our castle subjects and the Bridgertons would even begin. By the evening the moon was shining up in the sky and the grand ballroom was lit up like a christmas tree. 

Standing silently outside the currently shut double doors I stopped fiddling with my dress when one of the royal guards gave me a head nod saying it was time. I could hear the announcer's voice before the doors had even begun opening. “May I present to you her royal highness. The daughter of King George and Queen Charlotte, Princess Y.n of England.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered to another guard that came to me when I had made my entrance through the doors feeling all eyes on me. Sucking in a tiny breath he escorted me to the small throne before we unlinked arms leaving me on my own. The small crown on my head had never felt so heavy as it did right now. “Greetings my subjects. I am here to announce that my mother got called away tonight for an emergency. But she saw no reason why this event couldn’t go on as planned. So with that in mind let me extend a warm welcome to Violet Bridgerton and her family for traveling here for a few months.”

Everyone began clapping and cheering with an older looking woman who had dark brown hair up in a crown on her head that came up to me and gave a lovely curtsey. “Princess, it is a pleasure to get an invitation.”

“I hope I can get to meet your family greatly over your stay, Lady Bridgerton.”

“Princess Y/n, may I ask you something?” Someone called my name causing me to lift my gaze up noticing someone moving through the crowd. The figure paused beside the Bridgerton woman who seemed to give the man a confused but amused depression on her face. 

I clicked my tongue and answered the stranger's question. “What is your question, my lord?”

“I was wondering if you would accept my offer for a dance together this evening.” The stranger seemed similar to the woman he was standing beside him. I was fairly certain they were related, but which son was he if they were. 

He extended his hand up to me and I smiled, placing my smaller hand in his larger one. “I accept so long as I know which Bridgerton are you?”

“Benedict, Benedict Bridgerton.” He replied leading me out and onto the dance floor with the entire room having theur eyes focused on the two of us.

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[quinloki]

Sure I'll ride this bandwagon for a bit. =3

Open to anyone who wants to do this as well. (tag me if you want, so I don't miss it and can vote on your poll!!)

[fuccubi]

finding a woman bleeding, in an an alley, propped up against a dumpster, half dead and mutilated, and then blushing and twirling her hair over it, is actually so girlfailure of charlie "wow this severely wounded dumpster lady is so pretty" charlie??? take a cold shower girl

[cleopatragirlie]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎)

[thesolarangel]

Albums that turn 20 this year pt. 2

here's part 1

Good Charlotte - The Chronicles of Life and Death

Rise Against - Siren song of the counter culture

Green Day - American Idiot

Muse - Absolution

Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand

Mando Diao - Hurricane Bar

The Hives - Tyrannosaurus Hives

Metallica - St. Anger

Iron & Wine - Our endless numbered days

[beasttrash]

i got to draw smoothie/yamato for @newscoozines crackship event! hehe...

[thelittlehellians]

Open rp

Charlie sat herself in the lobby of her rebuilt hotel. Waiting for sinners to come and check in. With the news of her and friends successful defense against the exorcist spreading fast she was certain it would attract others to want to stay here or at-least that's what she hoped.

She reflected on the battle how Sir Pentious sacrificed himself to get them to this point and how she lost Dazzle. She sighed, she did not want their sacrifices to be in vain. They died believing in this hotel and she was determined to make sure that this hotel is successful rather heaven will admit it or not.

[blueskywater-happiness]

Dropping this for the Dadstaticradio anon and @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog

[iwritemilfs]

@warmaiidens asked: [concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one. + reverse (abby & charlotte)

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"I heard you hit your head pretty bad there, how are you feeling?" Charlotte's voice was soft, almost a bit too soft. It was strange how that happened whenever she dealt with anything akin to a patient situation. Almost like how anyone working in customer service - not that anyone did, nowadays - would automatically pitch their voice up an unnatural amount. Waiting for the girl's response, she kept an eye out for any signs of a concussion. She couldn't exactly rule it out.

[littlequeenies]

Charlotte Martin and Scarlet Page in a scene of Led Zeppelin's "The Song Remains the Same", ca. 1973.

The film was released in 1976.

[morsesnotes]

You've got need coming off you like a junkie gauging for a spike, but you won't do anything about it.

Endeavour | Muse

[masterbadyl]

Ask your friend what iconic disney supporting character you are

[asha-mage]

Here's a pride month flavor musing for you:

There's something to be said about the fact that even when works of period art are deliberately using a fun house mirror version of history so they can have more modern/progressive sensibilities for either race (Bridgerton) or feminism (Mrs Masiel) they still almost always maintain a period accurate attitude twords homosexuality and queerness.

It's almost like this weird tacit acknowledgement that though we can expect the audience to accept a desegregated British Aristocracy or a 1950s house wife doing stand-up comedy that speaks to modern feminist struggles, we can't expect an audience to accept gay people having happy fulfilling lives and relationships in the same way. Queerness still has this edge of enforced tragedy, secrecy, and shame to it. Of course Shy Baldwin is forced to marry a woman in order to keep his fame and to loose his best friend after nearly being outed. Of course Suzie's one romance is a tragic heartbreak that embittered her to love and left her "happy to be alone". Of course Reynolds and Brimsley must steal moments in secret and ultimately be separated- without even a passing explanation as to why their not together in the "later" timeline. Their is certainly no scene of them reuniting in the same way George and Charlotte get. Reynolds and Brimsley are queer, it's assumed they don't get to be happy and end up together, even as the show lauds the undying and unyielding love of a interracial Queen Charlotte and King George.

I know that it's just a reflection of where our society is and yet....I can't help but wish it was different. I love all these big budget glossy period pieces that look back at our history and ask "what if it had been different? What if we had been kinder and more accepting and less hateful?" and I genuinely do believe that is a question worth asking. I just think it's a question worth asking for everyone.

[cleopatragirlie]

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀