Western Frontier Landscapes Part 2... These Are All Mixed Between Kinglor Forest, Upper Plains, And The

I'm dying to know Colin and Eloise's reaction to finally meeting Penelope again after she broke off all contact when she moved away from her mother. What do they think about her big friend group with so many different people. I can imagine Colin beeing annoyed at Michael for keeping it secret that he knew where Pen was, and Eloise is confused by Philip. Michael haven't had that much contact with the Bridgertons, but he could have mentioned that he LIVED with Pen!

So in defense of Michael while he knows Penelope knew the Bridgertons once upon a time he also knows that it was her chocie to leave and if she didn't tell them where she was than that was her choice and he was gonna respect it. Plus Francesca never brought her up in conversation and that's just kinda weird to announce out of no where that the family friend she has never brought up once is living with him.

Eloise assumed Hyacinth was teasing when she bragged about seeing Penelope again with Felicity. Colin thought his younger sister was trying to get under someone's skin again.

"The two men Pen lives with are quiet handsome," Hyacinth said when Violet asked about her. She then gets a mischevious grin. "I wonder if she dated either of them."

Eloise scoffed, while Colin pretended he didn't hear.

"Actually they were roommates in college and continued living together after," Anthony said, not looking up from his newspaper.

After that Eloise manages to get the address out of Hyacinth and drags Colin with her. Also much like her sister Eloise comes banging on the door at 7am.

"Again?!" Michael groans, rolling over to bury his face into his pillow. "Why does everyone show up when we want to sleep in?!"

The roommates had a movie night the night before and all ended up sleeping in the living room.

Phillip, being the only one semi awake, goes to open the door. There he finds two Bridgertons, one is talking a mile a minute asking about where Penelope was, the other was just observing the area around him.

"Why do you all come so early in the morning?" Phillip asked. "Like you all can't wait until at least ten?"

He walks back inside while waving Colin and Eloise in. "Pen it's for you."

Penelope sits up before groaning and laying back down. "Why are you both here so early?"

"Oh Pen!" Eloise rushed forward asking a thousand questions at once. Colin was still observing those and the apartment around him. Though he often found himself tracing over Penelope's form more than once.

At least until Phillip asked if they wanted some of the food he's making.

I've been thinking about what a friendship between Penelope and Cressida would look like.

Imagine if, instead of being the Bridgerton's neightbors, the featheringtons lived next to the Cowpers.

Like at first it would be horrible for Pen, I don't think ske would have become as close to Eloïse as she was canonically. In their childhood Cressida would have probably joined Pen's sisters in their bullyinh of Pen BUT at some point I feel like some kind of understanding would have come for both of them.

Like Philipa and Prudence are mean but also really dumb and Cressida would have grow exasperated of them and would have reconize that Pen was the smarter one betwenn all the featherington's sisters. Cressida already pay more attention to Pen that Eloïse (notice how in s3e4 we learn that Cressida noticed the crush Pen had on Colin).

And I think Pen would have noticed the way Cressida's parents treat her at some point.

I can see a complicated but none the less sincere friendship between the two of them. Cressida would have catch on Pen being lady whistledown a lot sooner too.

Wait. Are they all friends before or after becoming a bridgerton spouse? I really like the idea that they all knew each other before and slowly just introduced each member to their future spouse.

Before. I like found family (the spouses) and slightly broken chaos family (the Bridgertons) so this au is basically me trying to mix both tropes.

Simon and Penelope do have Bridgerton exposure though.Simon is Anthony's best friend since boarding school and university. They do work together on cases from time to time too. Penelope was childhood friends with the Bridgertons but when she dipped out on high society they lost contact.

Michael, Gareth and Phillip know of the Bridgertons because high society is a small world but they never met.

Kate, Sophie, and Lucy have no idea who thos people are outside of the stories Simon and Penelope tell them of the Bridgerton dumbassery.

Also when the Bridgertons do some old money high society shit they get hella roasted. But that's also how they know their accepted by the rest.

Yandere batfam x Psychotic!Reader

Arkham wasn’t a prison.

Not for you.

It was a tea party, a never-ending carnival of laughter and screams, where the walls whispered, the floors hummed, and the shadows waltzed at your feet. Here, you were the queen, the puppeteer, the ringmaster of madness.

And then, the bats crashed your party.

The Reunion

The door creaked open, its hinges shrieking like the laughter in your head.

Ah. Guests. How delightful.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by dolls with missing heads, their button eyes staring at nothing. A tea set was arranged on a cracked mirror in front of you—except the teapot was empty, and the cups were filled with… red.

“Welcome, welcome!” you cheered, throwing your arms up. The chains on your wrists rattled like silver bells. “Come in! Have some tea! It’s freshly brewed—someone screamed it just for me!”

The Batfamily stood frozen, staring.

Bruce’s face was carved from granite, cold and unreadable. Dick’s hopeful expression faltered at the edges, guilt gnawing at him. Jason looked pissed, but there was something behind his eyes—uncertainty, regret. Tim was calculating, analyzing every inch of you, already forming a plan. Damian’s lip curled, his usual sharpness dulled by discomfort.

The girls weren’t much better. Barbara and Stephanie exchanged uneasy glances. Cassandra’s fists were clenched.

None of them spoke.

You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh, my dear, sweet family, have the bats lost their tongues?”

Jason was the first to snap. “You’re not seriously planning to stay here.”

You let out a high-pitched giggle, rocking back and forth on your heels. “Oh, but I am, Jaybird!” You lifted a headless doll, tapping its cloth body against your cheek. “You see, out there? I was invisible! A shadow in your cave! A flickering lightbulb in your grand chandelier of perfect little Robins and Batgirls!”

You grinned, teeth flashing.

“But here?” You gestured at the cracked walls. “Here, I have an audience. The walls talk, the rats sing, the nurses scream—it’s divine!”

Dick swallowed, stepping forward carefully. “We… we made a mistake.”

You gasped dramatically, throwing yourself backward. “A mistake? Oh, that’s rich! Tell me, Nighty-night, was it before or after you threw me to the wolves?”

His jaw clenched. “We thought you—”

“Helped Joker?” you finished for him, voice dropping into a whisper.

The room went still.

Your head lolled to the side, your grin widening until it stretched too far, like a puppet whose strings had been yanked.

A beat.

And then, you burst into laughter—high, piercing, manic.

It bounced off the walls, tangled in the corners, filled the air with something too loud, too sharp. You clutched your stomach, doubling over like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Ohhh, oh, Batsy,” you wheezed between cackles. “You thought I helped the Joker?” You giggled, shaking your head. “No, no, no, Joker helps me!”

Bruce’s fists tightened.

Jason looked at Bruce, voice cold. “She’s gone.”

You gasped, eyes widening. “Gone? Gone where? Did I miss the trip? Oh, shame on you, Jason, you should have invited me!”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’ve lost your mind.”

You whipped toward him, crawling forward on your hands and knees in a fluid, inhuman motion. You stopped inches from his feet, your smile stretched and twitching.

“Lost it?” you whispered, blinking up at him. “Oh, no, baby bat…”

You tapped your temple, voice dropping into a sing-song.

“I found it.”

Damian took a step back.

Tim, usually composed, flinched.

Stephanie let out a slow, shaky breath.

Bruce exhaled. “We’re taking you home.”

You stilled.

Your fingers twitched.

Then—

You shrieked, slamming your hands against the floor. “No, no, NO!”

The lights flickered violently. The air in the room seemed to crackle, thick with something wrong.

You laughed and screamed at the same time, your nails scratching against the floor, your shoulders shaking like a marionette with broken strings.

“You can’t take me back!” you wailed. “Not to that cold, empty mansion! Not to the whispers, the backs turned, the dinners where I was a ghost!”

You whipped your head toward Bruce, eyes glowing with madness.

“Where was this ‘father’ of mine when I needed him?” Your tone was mocking, hysterical, broken. “Oh, right! Off playing hero with his golden children, while I rotted in the shadows!”

Bruce’s face was unreadable.

Jason looked away.

Dick swallowed thickly.

You grinned, tilting your head at an unnatural angle. “But now you want me back?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Because you feel bad?”

Silence.

Then, softly—too softly—

“I don’t forgive you.”

It landed like a gunshot.

Bruce flinched.

You crawled back, laughing softly, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“Oh, Bats, you should have let sleeping dolls lie.” You giggled, waving a hand. “I like it here! My tea parties are more fun, my conversations more interesting, and my friends…” You picked up a headless doll, stroking its torn dress. “...more loyal.”

You twirled, collapsing onto the floor in a dramatic spread-eagle pose, humming a warped nursery rhyme under your breath.

“Ring around the rosie, pockets full of…”

Your eyes flicked up to theirs, wide and wild.

“LIES.”

The door creaked behind them.

A guard. “Time’s up.”

Bruce exhaled slowly. “We’re not giving up on you.”

You giggled, rolling onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands.

“Oh, Bats…”

Your grin stretched, eyes empty and bright.

“That’s the fun part.”

You tapped your temple again, voice lilting.

“You’ll never catch me.”

The doors slammed shut.

The last thing they heard was your laughter, spilling into the halls, twisting into something not quite human.

And for the first time in his life, Bruce Wayne felt fear.

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love how my development of timebomb went from:

“I’ll go ahead and count that as flirting”

to

“OH I WILL NEVER RECOVER!!!”

I’m obsessed with the fact that Penelope is convinced that Colin sees her the way everyone else does and that their friendship on his side has been pity, while in reality he holds her in the highest respect, values her opinion above anyone else’s, thinks of her as often if not more than his own family, seeks her out at social events because he enjoys her company so much, is sincerely surprised and hurt when she accuses him of being embarrassed by her, and thinks she’s joking when she calls herself a spinster, because he sees her in a light that no one else does, one that he doesn’t even fully understand, but he sees her

I was thinking about a bridgerton hero AU?

Like in this AU the only wayvto be an official and legal hero is to be granted this position by the crown. Kinda like nobility except the only thing you get out of it is a high salary and a lot of glory.

And the Bridgerton are the more popular family of heroes. They are good looking, powerfull and they a legacy of being the greatest hero family since the apparition of super powers.

I think after Edmund's death Anthony became the leader of the bridgertons (the hero group). Like his predecessors he doesn't have any super power. He rely on the ton's technology, kinda like Batman. He also personally train most of his siblings as his side kick.

Benedict can manifest his drawing in real life. The better the quality of the drawing the more powerfull the invocation is.

Colin can create portals and teleport. He need to have already visited the place to be able to teleport there.

Daphne have sound related powers. She had a short hero carrier before choosing to focus on her music carrier. But she's starting to get more and more attracted to the hero life again.

Francesca also has sound related power butvshe was never interested in hero life. Villains, world ending catastrophes and all those that kind of things were not for her. She would much rather have a calm life with a nice husband. Too bad the man she fell in love with was a hero too. But he promised to be carefull so...

Eloise had extra perception. Kinda like eagle vison. She can see the smallest details from very far away. She refused to become her brother's sidekick. She wanted to be a proper hero without the help of her family.

Hyacinth and Gregory had yet to start their sidekick training. But that's because they haven't discovered their powers yet. In this AU they are teenager, soon they will enter college.

I also have plenty of ideas for the spouses and what their power could be and what kind of heroes they are.

Heyyy I had this funny/ cute idea

Now imagine a six year old Gaara! Reader, you know she’s trying to have fun (except that nobody wants to play with her) and she’s trying to find a hobby! So she chose gardening and.. it’s super fun for her! She even got a small garden for herself where she plants different flowers! Now Gaara! Reader thinks to herself ‘hmmm.. I want to give my family a nice flower! Very cute! But then she walks to her family, holding a vase of flowers inside, kind of excited to show them her flowers! But the moment one of them turns around they accidentally knock over the vase on her hand. It’s no biggie! Right? Well it would be not a biggie if Gaara! Reader looked at them with almost teary eyes and trying not to cry! They do everything to stop her from crying, why? Because of Bruce! And.. she started to cry.. damn.. and who was behind them? Bruce. And he is not happy.

It started so sweetly.

Gaara!Reader, age six, had decided today was going to be special. She’d finally found something she liked — not weapons, not sparring, not scaring people away by just staring at them.

Gardening. Soft soil. Pretty colors. Flowers that didn’t run away when she got too quiet or too intense.

She even had a little patch in the corner of the Manor’s greenhouse labeled "G’s Garden." She liked that. It felt like her name was allowed somewhere.

So after weeks of tending her flowers with her tiny gloved hands, she finally had something to offer. Something she made, something beautiful.

She carefully arranged the blooms — soft blues, pinks, whites — in a little vase she carried like it was sacred.

She never smiled, but today there was the tiniest upward curve of her lips as she tiptoed down the hall.

"I'm going to give them flowers... and they'll like me today."

She spotted her family in the living room. Dick was joking, Jason was drinking coffee, Tim had a book, Damian was glaring at a wall. Normal.

She quietly walked in, holding the vase tight.

“Um…” They didn’t hear her.

She got a little closer. “I brought… flowers for you…”

Jason turned, fast. His elbow bumped her.

CRASH. The vase shattered. Water, petals, broken glass — everywhere.

Everyone froze. She stared down at the mess. Tiny hands trembling.

“…O-Oh.” Big green eyes filled with tears. She blinked hard. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Hey—hey, it’s okay, kiddo!” Dick knelt fast, grabbing tissues like it was a code red. “I didn’t see you! Oh man, I’m sorry!” Jason was panicking. “I’ll fix it, I’ll glue it! Wait no, that’s dumb, I’ll buy you a whole greenhouse—” “Here, here, I will pick every flower in the state, don’t cry!” Tim pled, frantically scrolling on his phone for emergency florists. Damian shoved a handmade wooden carving into her hands: “I carved this last week. You can have it. Just—stop. Don’t make that face.”

But it was too late.

The tears welled over. Her little chin wobbled. She sniffled. She cried.

Everyone froze again.

Behind them… a shadow.

Bruce. Towering. Silent. Absolutely furious.

“…What happened.” He wasn’t asking.

Every Bat turned slowly, like kids caught stealing cookies.

Dick (nervously): “She—uh—she brought us flowers—” Jason (pointing): “It was Tim’s fault.” Tim: “IT WAS NOT—” Damian: “We’re in a crisis, focus!” Gaara!Reader: sniffle hiccup sad flower ghost noises

Bruce’s eyes softened only at her. He knelt, picking her up gently, brushing her hair from her eyes.

“You made these for us?” he asked softly.

She nodded. “I w-wanted to do something p-pretty…”

Bruce turned to his sons like Death himself. “You made her cry over flowers.”

Jason: internally preparing a will Tim: already halfway to picking 4 dozen bouquets Dick: Googling “flower-themed apology songs” Damian: starts planting an entire rose garden out of guilt

Bruce just carried her away, holding her close, whispering, “They didn’t mean it, flower. I’ll help you make more. As many as you want.”

And from that day on…

No one touched a vase again without silently flinching.

my schroeder/lucy headcanons

Lucy is french on her mothers side - she came to the states after ww2. she’s jewish on her mothers side and Christian on her fathers, though they mostly celebrate Christian holidays. Sometimes they do visit her aunt in the east (New York) to have Passover seders. Could def see her later finding out more about the religion and her families history <:

Schroeders family is german but he rarely speaks german at home. he only knows about german composers, and has a certain disdain for Wagner - mostly because of Lucy <3

as they grow up (18/19) and attend college, they don’t stay in touch, except when they return home for holidays. they start going out after college, when they both move to the city (New York)

Schroeder becomes a big big part of the local jazz scene and Lucy starts working either as a journalist for some small paper in the area or as an assistant in a psychiatrists office. They move together

I agree with the general #schrucy shippers who say that she fell first and he fell harder - I even would go so far that he started pining after her on college holidays, letting himself be invited to dinners by her mother, visiting Linus to see Lucy..

That’s all I got for now <: