𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧

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#𝐁𝐄𝟏𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓 ❝ when her house was filled with well-dressed crowds, when it blazed with lights, and resounded with music and dancing, 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑, in the character of the mistress of the revels, shone the soul and spirit of pleasure and frolic - but the moment the company retired, when the music ceased, and the lights were extinguishing, the spell was dissolved. ❞

independent & private 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑 of the novel, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂, by maria edgeworth. written by skye (she/her, est). established august 2025. TRIGGER WARNINGS for breast cancer, miscarriage, child loss, infidelity.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒.

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i will never trust anyone who hates ann r.adcliffe’s ‘explained supernatural.’ like what do you mean you read the mysteries of u.dolpho and were mad about the surprise pirates?????

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bring him back to me.

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❛ you are much too kind. ❜

her dearest, most beloved isabella was many things. a devoted mother, an obedient, sweet wife, and a very sought-after guest in london soirees. since emma came to stay with her sister for a month, she had been to great many places, and lacked for nothing. except, perhaps, proper chaperoning.

though she was much taller than isabella's little-ones, it was not the first time isabella forgot her somewhere. it was usually at home. she would count the heads of the children, forgot she asked emma to grab something from one of the rooms, and go-ahead.

this was the first time she had been forgotten in a party.

emma, who spent her entire life as the first in every room and every occasion, even long before isabella left hartfield, found this new arrangement most displeasing. oh, she couldn't dare to complain, it would only ruffle her nerves and gain her nothing, yet she minded the carelessness all the same. her! the jewel of hartfield, left to languish in a garden party because isabella heard there was a cold wind blowing through london!

❛ my sister and i have lived apart too many years. and i enjoy the privilege of living somewhere where a woman can walk with only a friend for company; we are badly-matched, i fear. ❜

@be1esprit I starter call.

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" now, miss woodhouse - we mustn't start our acquaintance off on a bad foot. one thing i'm never accused of is being too kind... " she said with a laugh, linking her arm in the younger woman's. " but fear not - i shan't let you be made a sacrifice to the wicked denizens of london high society! your sister shall have you back in one charming piece... "

as they made a slow loop of the garden, theodora took the opportunity to cast an appraising look at her companion. she had little doubt that miss woodhouse was queen of whatever dreary country domain she graced. and with the right guide - which she flattered herself to be - there was every chance she might make a similar conquest of london. the far more appealing prize, surely...

" well! now that we've seen to the matter of your honor, you must tell me what you think of london! have you been to the theatre yet? any masquerades? but what you absolutely must not do is tell me that you've liked nothing better than a museum or your brother-in-law's library... that would be too much of a tragedy to bear! "

[vivrez-a]

DISGUST SHIFTS TO COLDNESS, a quiet anger festering at Lady Delacour's supposed nonchalance. Oh, perhaps she had read the papers or heard the news regaling the deaths of thousands transformed into some grim spectacle, but she had not lived it. She had not seen it, smelled the rot on the streets as blood seeped through the cracks of the cobblestone, let the miasma of death fill her lungs until the air grew thin and her body felt faint. Perhaps that should have made her ignorance more understandable, though Marguerite could only feel indignant. ❝ You disgust me. ❞

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" i'm sure i do, my dear, " she replies dryly. indeed, it was a sentiment she knew she inspired in plenty of people - even some of those who were so eager to sit at her table and sample her entertainments. a part of her knew it was undignified not to care... but dignity had gone out of fashion long ago, had it not? at any rate, she had decided to laugh and smile and live loudly as long as she could - whether her companion found it palatable or not... " but if i may be so bold, is it really me you detest so much? or all of this? " she asks, waving a nonchalant hand at the gathered revelers. " whichever the case, i do then wonder you ventured out all! surely there is more serious company that would suit you... " she eyes the other woman carefully, a touch of amusement - and perhaps sympathy - in her eye. " i don't have a heart of ice, lady blakeney... i simply recognize futility when i see it. "

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recovering from surgery with the best medicine…

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this is a wee STARTER CALL

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i just saw someone in the wild preparing to shoot one of those meme h.amilton tiktoks…. I feel like i just saw a celebrity

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" oh come now, mr. darcy, " she says, slipping her arm through his. " am i such a dreadful hostess as to have earned that serious face? i shall be positively mortified if so! " her tone is entirely too familiar - certainly for a brand new acquaintance. but in fact, it was something of a coup that he was here at all. for all that darcy was the cream of society, he was, perhaps, not quite the sort who usually frequented her concerts and card parties. but that was no matter. he was here, was he not? she was certain that somewhere, mrs. luttridge's face was perfectly sour green with envy - and that was victory enough... " now! shall i entice you with cards? dancing, perhaps? " one brow lifts slightly, eyes glittering with amusement. " no... i see i ought to fetch you something from my lord delacour's library instead... " she adds lightly. after all, her evening has not truly begun until she has managed to be at least somewhat provoking...

starter call. -> @pemberlian

[vivrez-a]

THE REVOLUTION NEVER SEEMS TO FADE, still a looming spectre hovering over her life, its sharp claws waiting to dig into her skin and drag her back into its ravenous maw. Marguerite, Lady Blakeney as she was now, has always tried to keep her mind busy, filling it with the trivial and puerile to tune out the clamoring noise of the ballroom until she could slip away into one of the nearby corridors. However, tonight her gaze remains fixed on her companion, visage scrunched into something indiscernible — a melange of shock and disgust. ❝ You're not funny; this is not funny, ❞ suddenly vehement, her eyes narrow, grip on ornate fan tightening as she shakes her head. ❝ People are dying. Innocent people! And all you can think about is .. is .. ❞ the words become lodged in her throat, a shaky breath escaping her then. ❝ Is this all a joke to you? ❞

[be1esprit]

she looks sharply at the woman beside her, surprise at the harsh tone evident in her eyes. but it is quickly masked once again... of course, she reads the papers. she listens to her husband's uninspired comments about the dangers roiling in france - about the death and the bloodshed. and about how scared they are it might all find its way to english soil... but what does that matter? oh, it no doubt matters to some - but to her? surely, she won't be there to see what comes of any of it... it's a small blessing, she supposes, even as the thought sends a familiar icy dagger through her heart. " my dear lady blakeney, of course it's funny... look at them all! empty-headed fools, each and every one. " a wry smile curves her painted lips upwards. " what would you have me do? leap atop a table and give a fiery speech about liberty or some such? to what end? who would hear a word of it? " her smile is bright, but to a keen eye, the cracks are visible. " we laugh so we do not cry, my dear... " she adds with a shrug.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on billy joel's 1977 album the stranger . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

working too hard can give you a heart attack .

we all fall in love , but we disregard the danger .

for just this once i hope that looks don't deceive .

the sinners are much more fun .

get it right the first time .

i know that everybody has a dream .

i'm not much good at conversation .

yeah , i might get up the nerve .

all that i could give you was a reputation .

i search everywhere for some new inspiration .

i don't believe in first impressions .

i want you just the way you are .

this is my dream ; just to be at home , alone with you .

just let me pull myself together .

you didn't count on me when you were counting your rosary .

though you can see when you're wrong , you can't always see when you're right .

gonna have to make the first time last .

a word from you can bring a better day .

they say there's a heaven for those who will wait .

i can't afford to let it pass .

what purpose would that serve ?

i never was much good at coming on real strong .

i don't have time for true confessions .

if all it takes is inspiration , i might have just what it takes .

you might've heard i run with a dangerous crowd .

i don't know how to say those first few words .

you've done it . why can't someone else ?

you'd better cool it off before you burn it out .

i've gotta give it one good try .

i suppose it's now or never .

you can't be everything you wanna be before your time .

it all depends upon your appetite .

only the good die young .

come out , [ name ] , don't let me wait .

dream on , but don't imagine they'll all come true .

don't you know that only fools are satisfied ?

they didn't give you quite enough information .

it's always the same in the end .

they never tell you the price that you'll pay for the things you've done .

things are okay with me these days .

i'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints .

we ain't too pretty , we ain't too proud .

we might be laughing a bit too loud , but that never hurt anyone .

slow down , you're doing fine .

take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile .

i didn't know you could look so nice after so much time .

sooner or later , it comes down to fate .

i took the good times , i'll take the bad times .

you've got so much to do , and only so many hours in the day .

if you're so smart , why are you so afraid ?

don't change the color of your hair .

it's alright , you can afford to lose a day or two .

you're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need .

i just want someone i can talk to .

don't go changing to try and please me .

is that all you get for your money ?

i couldn't love you any better .

we never knew we could want more than that out of life .

you can never go back there again .

don't be afraid to try again , everyone goes south now and then .

it seems such a waste of time .

you've never let me down before .

though we share so many secrets , there are some we'll never tell .

good luck moving up , cause i'm moving out .

i'll meet you any time you want .

you should know by now , you've been there yourself .

once i used to believe i was such a great romancer .

what will it take 'til you believe in me the way that I believe in you ?

you always have my unspoken passion , though i might not seem to care .

i would not leave you in times of trouble .

i don't want clever conversation , i never want to work that hard .

though you drown in good intentions , you'll never quench the fire .

did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself ?

we all have a face that we hide away forever . we take them out and show ourselves when everyone is gone .

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thinking about all the textual, narrative and thematic implications that come from not giving lady d.elacour her own name and crashing out about itttttt

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i watched the 'w.uthering h.eights' trailer.... imagine if she'd taken those vibes and aesthetics and done like 'philosophy in the boudoir' or 'justine' instead....

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this is a wee STARTER CALL

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every new thing that comes out about this movie seems more bizarre and disjointed than the last 😭😭😭

like i like the old school vibe in theory but the font???? the bland nothingness???? the random barely-there tree???????

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this is a wee STARTER CALL

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this is a wee STARTER CALL