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#himbovillains — dean. 33. he / him. gmt. slow replies + mutuals only. this blog will not interact with anyone under the age of 21. featuring both original characters and various canon characters from baldur's gate 3, netflix's bridgerton, the mcu, and many more.

A STUDY IN: beautiful men with sharp knives and beautiful women with sharp tongues, fatherless behaviour, yearning, discovering what it means to be alone, the personification of all heart + no brains, and overwhelming grief.

01. MUSES — 02. PROMPTS — 03. OPEN STARTERS 04. STARTER CALLS — 05. SPIN THE MUSE WHEEL

#OOC.#DNI.

dutybcund

@himbovillains said: “what business could be more important than returning to your wife?” // from kate

his pen is laid aside before she is even able to finish her admonition. looking up from the papers strewn across his desk, he takes an oft-enjoyed, but never-tired-of opportunity to admire her standing in the doorway of his study. the candlelight sets her skin aglow, and the glint of her hair his enough to make the figures he'd been pondering - something about yields and rents - fly instantly from his head... he had been unable to find sleep, his mind turning over the meeting he'd had with his steward that afternoon. it had seemed more prudent to simply put his thoughts to paper than to toss and turn until morning.

but the sight of kate in her shift, curls spilling over her shoulders, put such ideas immediately to shame.

pushing back from his desk, he holds out his hand to her, encouraging her to sit with him. a soft smile spreads across his lips. " nothing that could not truly have waited until morning... " as it was, he would undoubtedly want her thoughts on the matter. one of the countless joys of their married life was discovering he had an eager partner in business as well as in love...

" i did not wake you, i hope? "

himbovillains

‘ no, i woke on my own, ’ she tells him, crossing the room to his desk to slip her hand into his, before settling easily into his lap. her immediate instinct is to cast her eyes over his papers, to see what it is that has kept him up so late, but instead so focuses on him. her gaze flits over the gentle creases that form at the corners of his eyes when he smiles, the laugh lines that fold in his cheeks, and she can’t stop herself from reaching out to drag her thumb slowly across his brow, brushing against the soft hairs before her hand settles at the side of his head.

‘ …quite literally on my own, ’ she points out, and though there’s another admonishment in her tone, she can’t keep it up for long as her own soft smile mirrors his. her other hand moves to rest on the other side of his head, so that she can push all of her fingers through his hair until they’re resting on the back of his head. ‘ at least tell me that you might be almost finished and can join me in bed for however many hours we have left until morning? ’ // @remcmbrances

#kate.#remcmbrances. 001 #remcmbrances. anthony #i think you also moved anthony over here #but feel free to tell me i'm a fool

14. sender places their head in receiver’s lap .

it’s been a long fucking day and this is the first chance that they’ve had to rest in what feels like a relatively safe spot. he’s exhausted, his legs complaining at him for having been on his feet for too long, so he’s thankful so he can at least stretch them out for a little while. they’ve got a safe window of around a few hours before they need to move on again, and though he doesn’t plan on sleeping, he at least plans on staying still for just a little while to conserve some of his energy.

ellie rests, however, with her head in his lap. he’s not sure if she’s actually sleeping yet, but he doesn’t have the heart to move her from where she is, not when she seems calm for the first time in the last few days. tentatively, so as not to wake her if she is sleeping, he brings his hand up to push his fingers gently through her hair, moving a few strands away from her face and tucking them behind her ear instead. he's not sure why he does it, his hands moving on instinct, but as he allows his eyelids to slide shut for just a few moments, he doesn't stop the motion of his fingers through her hair. // @bak3rs

#leon.#bak3rs. ellie #bak3rs. 001

∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance .

it’s not often these days that kate has an offer to be danced with. the swell of her stomach, heavy with child, has prevented her from doing much more than sitting on the outskirts, praying that her ankles would stop aching soon. anthony, bless him, had tried his damnedest to stay by her side, but she’d shooed him away in favour of spending time with his siblings instead. it’s not often that they’re all in the same place like this and she knew that he’d relish the time spent in their company.

so when sophie approaches her — sweet sophie who is a very welcome addition to the bridgerton family — kate’s initial instinct is to politely thank her and then decline. but then she happens to catch sight of benedict playing the absolute fool with hyacinth in the middle of the festivities and figures why not have a little fun? ' alright, you’ve convinced me… but i may need you to help me to my feet first. ' she holds out her hand to the other woman. // @heartsilvered

#kate.#heartsilvered. sophie #heartsilvered. 004

∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face .

he really has to stop this habit of getting ill that he’s apparently picked up. it’s his own fault, though. he had no business swimming in the lake on such a cold afternoon, but it had passed the time until sophie had returned from the nearby town, having made herself a list of errands that she’d wanted to run. it probably wouldn’t have been as bad if he hadn’t also done the same thing for the past three days, trying desperately to find inspiration for his next piece.

so when sophie returns home, she would find him shivering by the fireplace in an attempt to warm himself up. his head upturns to look at her, emboldened by her hands on his cheeks, though his eyes are a little bleary. ‘ do not kiss me, ’ he insists, despite having the very urge to do so himself. ‘ i shall never forgive myself if i get you ill too. ’ // @heartsilvered

#benedict.#heartsilvered. sophie #heartsilvered. 003

∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them .

there have been moments in their marriage when he severely worries about his physical health. this is one of those moments, his back hitting the wall with a gentle thud as sophie’s hands press firmly against his chest. he huffs out a soft laugh, though it’s captured by her mouth as he leans his head down to make it easier for her to kiss him.

' sophie… ' he murmurs against her lips, letting his arms slide around her waist to pull her body in tight against his, flush against him. he’s endlessly thankful that they’d stolen away to our cottage for a few weeks, that they weren’t doing this in the halls of bridgerton house where any of his family could stumble across them.

but as it stands, the crabtrees have taken themselves away for the weekend to spend time with their daughter, leaving sophie and benedict with the place entirely to themselves. she must have planned this, waited until they had left before enacting her plan of touching him up outside of their bedroom, and he is all the more thankful for the devious behaviour on her part. // @heartsilvered

#benedict.#heartsilvered. sophie #heartsilvered. 002

heartsilvered

truth be told, sophie is not entirely sure there will come a time when she is able to sleep past the rising of the sun, but then again, stranger things, pleasant but strange, have happened. for awhile she tried her very best to keep still, the moment that she hears his voice sophie freezes her motions, barely even managing to sit up properly before she is being tugged into the bed again. she allows it, biting her lip attempts to keep her laughter quiet. “ i did not intend to wake you. ” oh she wants feign being cross, but seeing the look on his face, she cannot muster it. instead, she can only smile, affection oh so clearly in her eyes. “ i ought to try and return to my own room, yes? ” her hand reaches to rest on his that is around her, fingers slowly, gently trailing up his arm. despite her words, she clearly does not want to leave, she does not move. “ we may be engaged, though i do believe we are meant to be in separate rooms until we are wed, if i recall… ” yet she shifts closer, resting her forehead to his.

himbovillains

clearly there’s nothing taking her from the room immediately, so his arm tightens around her and he pulls her in closer to him. ' yes, you ought to, ' he agrees, but his actions align with hers and he has no intention of letting her go any time soon. not when they have this privacy, and there is no-one immediately looking for either of them. ' ...and yet here you are, going nowhere. ' his eyes close for just a moment, his hand coasting gently across her hip before easing down to rest on the curve of her arse. ' call me an opportunist, if you will, but perhaps we should take this opportunity to enjoy our alone time whilst we have it. ' he can’t tell what time it is, not from the minimal amount of light that’s streaming in through the small gap in the curtains, but he can tell from how tired he feels that it’s probably well before the rest of his family will have awoken, meaning they have at least an hour or two before they’re going to be hunted down and no doubt reprimanded for breaking the rules that have been set in place for them.

#benedict.#heartsilvered. 001 #heartsilvered. sophie

goddamnmemes

GDM's M/F Smut Meme #1

Send me a number and letter combination and I will write up a starter with the corresponding gif as motivation.

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brittsmemes

VERY NSFW GIF PROMPTS!

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sanitatcm

as he'd expected, the house was quiet when he returned. apart from the footman who greeted him at the door and the groom who took his horse back to the stables, it seemed barely a soul was stirring within the walls of killewarren. it wasn't uncommon to come home to such a welcome. his patients had always had the first claim on his time - and their needs rarely respected convenient hours.

he stopped by his study to drop his bag and to make a few notes about mrs. jennings fever, before climbing the stairs, his thoughts at last turning to his bed... it was only as he crossed the landing that he saw the door of the sitting room ajar, a faint light glowing within. a soft smile spread across dwight's lips. he'd assumed she would already have been asleep... though he was not disappointed to find her otherwise...

" you needn't have waited, my love, " he said as he entered, pausing to take in with fond eyes the way her hair gleamed in the firelight. horace was snoring softly from his bed beside her chair. " i told you i'd be very late... "

starter call --> @himbovillains

himbovillains

sleep has been evading her for a good few hours now. though she had tried ever so desperately to settle herself in their sleeping chambers, it had felt so empty without her husband’s presence that all she could think to do was take herself somewhere that the emptiness wasn’t so keenly felt within her. but he seemed to inhabit every room at killewarren, the echoes of him lingering so deeply within the walls of the estate that she could not escape him even if she tried to.

‘ isn’t it tragic to be so lonely in your own home? ’ she had complained to horace, who had regarded her with such indifference that for a few moments, she had thought to confine him outside for the rest of the evening. but loneliness and fondness for the creature had, in the end, kept him firmly by her side in the fire-heated sitting room.

so it’s a blessing when dwight finally does return home, his footsteps so familiar on the stairwell that she feels her heart hammering harder in her chest at the anticipation of seeing him walk through the door. and when he does walk through that door, her eyes had been dangerously close to sliding shut, as though his appearance in the house was the soothing balm that she finally needed to drift off. ‘ and what sort of a wife would i be if i did not even try to herald your arrival home? ’

#caroline.#sanitatcm. 011

i've cleared everything out of my drafts and moved it over to google docs to be replied to so you should like this for a starter.

#ooc.#specify who you want it for #or i'll spin the wheel !!

sanitatcm

the flush of her cheeks does not go unnoticed. but he neither knows what to make of it nor what to say. indeed, it is almost impossible it could mean what his mind had suggested... but he smiles at her offer of her dance card. he is no dancer - not by any stretch of the imagination. it is one of the many social niceties he never had much chance to learn, consumed as he was by his studies. but at the prospect of dancing with miss bridgerton, he at least has the good sense to feel a pang of regret that he was not better equipped for the moment. " if you insist, " he says, dutifully adding his name to her crowded card. " but i suspect you'll wish you had been less encouraging when the music starts... i promise to do my best to spare your toes. " there is a glimmer of amusement in his eye to accompany the self-deprecating remark. " after suffering such a partner, i think you may find that you wish to be the one making an escape... "

himbovillains

she thinks that anthony might be just fine with her dancing with the good doctor. he’s no rake, and as far as she’s aware, he doesn’t squander his money away on gambling like a lot of the other members of the ton. the only problem that she could foresee her brother having is that he’s not titled… but then, it’s just a dance, isn’t it? despite the blush that now stains her cheeks at the thought that he might enjoy spending time with her, and despite how much she knows that she would enjoy spending more time with him, she’s not foolish enough to convince herself that it’s anything more than that. as he signs her card, she watches the scrawl of his handwriting, taking note of the way he loops his g’s and crosses his t’s. but more than that, she watches his hands, those steady and sure hands, and she knows that she’ll be thinking about them when she’s alone. ‘ i would never be so rude as to let you know that you’d been a terrible dance partner. ’ the corner of her mouth twitches slightly before she straightens her posture, as though she’s not about to make a joke. ‘ i would simply talk about you to my friends where you were unable to hear us. ’

#daphne.#sanitatcm. 010

#ooc.#DNI.

i'm tired of my carrd so i'm gonna just make a post with a list of all my characters on, so if you see that on your dash, that's what it is!

#ooc.

stormlit

the silence had been comfortable. with john, the silence had been comfortable; now it feels as though it is strangling her, a hand tight around her throat. francesca, who has always been still, quieter than her siblings, at home in the quiet, now feels the need to fill it. if she keeps busy, then she does not have to feel, and if she does not feel, then maybe none of this is real.

but here she sits in a black dress, too wrung out and achingly numb for tears, and too exhausted to fuss over everyone as she has done since the funeral. it feels easier, at least, that none of her siblings wish to leave her entirely alone—and how grateful she is for anthony's return, for the steady, sure presence he has always been. without even thinking about it, francesca leans her head against his shoulder, and exhales.

she doesn't know how much time passes like that before she speaks, just the two of them in the quiet. ❝ did it feel like this after papa's funeral? ❞ she asks softly. this is not a topic they speak on. francesca is fortunate to have precious, wonderful memories of their father, but she'd been all of six, and far too young to understand grief and its weight. anthony, however, had been an adult. losing one's father is different to losing a husband, but it is loss all the same. ❝ as though the world had ended but you were the only one to have noticed? ❞

himbovillains

her head settles on his shoulder and he shifts slightly to make it a little more comfortable for her. he doesn’t put his arm around her, not wanting to overwhelm her too much, just simply sits there with her and lets her take whatever physical comfort she needs from him.

and so that is how they sit until she speaks. he hasn’t been reading the book that he’s holding, allowing his eyes to do nothing but skin over the words again and again, waiting for the dam to break. because it always does. eventually, the silence becomes too much and something has to be said, but he isn’t going to be the one who breaches it. when she finally decides that she’s ready, he shuts the book and sets it back down where he found it, ready to give her his full attention.

her words throw him just a little, but how could he not have expected that to be her question? the loss of their father is no doubt the closest thing that she has to relate to this loss so he’s not surprised that she’s curious about it. they've been so very fortunate that they've only suffered one serious loss up until this point.

he has kate to thank for the way that he handles it, and he’s never been more open than he has at this time in his life. through marriage, and becoming a father, he finds himself in a much better position to help guide her through this. though he doesn’t know exactly how she feels, he can definitely make some kind of guess, and if it’s anything like the intense loss that he felt in that moment he realised he would never see his father again, then he wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy.

after a slow inhale through his nostrils to prepare himself for what he wants to say, he speaks. ' it certainly took time to come to terms with how i felt. and it took me a while to be able to find that time given everything that came with his passing... but yes. eventually, i think i realised that it felt like a large part of me had been torn away. ' though his words sound somewhat hopeless, he gives her a light nudge with his body. ' and then i came to realise that, actually, it’s my duty to keep them alive in here. ' he taps his chest with two fingers.

#anthony.#stormlit. 002 #stormlit. francesca #bridgerton spoilers #i'm so sorry this got so long !!!

lattehearted

his silver tongue doesn't mask his shock at her arrival. her logic wars with her emotions - she trusts gale. she admires him, his mastery over the weave something eliana has only ever dreamt of achieving herself. she finds him funny and kind. and as much as she tries to remind herself of all of that, she can't help but note his...slightly off behavior.

"sleep was eluding me and my books weren't holding my attention as i had hoped. i thought a walk and some fresh air might clear my head," she answers. eliana's mind finds itself somewhere in between doubt and the benefit thereof, asking her fellow wizard after a pause, "apologies for startling you. is...everything alright?"

himbovillains

‘ ah yes, the call of the late night air is often too strong to resist, especially when one is already fraught of mind. ’ if it seems as if he’s stalling to find an answer to her question, then it’s probably because he is. although it seems as if he’s calmed down a little from the shock of her appearing out of nowhere, as it had seemed to him she had done.

there’s something lingering in the air, a crackle of the weave that seems to surround him but that is slowly fizzling out with each second that passes. ‘ i simply had not expected any company so late in the evening, ’ is the answer that he settles on finally. ‘ but now that i have your company, i can’t say that i’m upset about it. shall we walk somewhere? it would be a shame to waste the moonlight. ’

#gale.#lattehearted. 001 #lattehearted. eliana #he's soooo subtle

khaosmeme

M / M & M / F GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 1.

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