one tortured artist.

( ... ) 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 a 𝕭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧. specifically, number 𝐭𝒘𝒐.

[rakereformed]

⠀⠀⠀ ⸺ I look at my art, and if I do not like what I see, I may always alter the color palette. ❜ ⠀independent writing blog for 𝕭enedict 𝕭ridgerton from the bridgerton series. selective. sketched by yours truly, * 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

guidelines. prompts. playlist.

[saintgranny]

violet bridgerton + physical affection with her children.

2/8 - benedict.

[rakereformed]

hi my dears, is this thing still alive???

[rakereformed]

i should tackle my drafts, but instead am tempted for some resident evil blog its like i never learn and can't focus

[rakereformed]

the way i would write the way of RE's ada wong but at the same time i'd have to go through all her lore cause i forgot every single shit possible

[angelresource]

an offer from a gentleman julia quinn

why don't you come with me? i could use a bit of company.

i know who you are.

don't you ever, ever make the mistake of thinking you are as good as the rest of us.

i don't want to see you.

do you have any questions?

i might be with child!

do you think this color is becoming on me?

was the column very good this morning?

don't be impertinent!

did you need something?

what are you chattering about?

cease your prattle immediately.

i find the sound of your voice particularly grating.

you look stunning tonight.

if you wish for things you can't possibly hope for, you're only going to be disappointed.

i beg your pardon?

what is going on?

i do not dance.

what is so funny?

it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow this sorrowful state of affairs to continue.

come, dance with me.

why is it that you always seem to be laughing at me?

i'm just so happy to be here.

i like to watch you smile.

eligible young ladies, a pack of ravenous wolves, the lot of them.

how much have you had to drink?

it's nice to see two siblings who love each other so well.

you call that love?

why so many secrets?

we shall have to take a stroll together.

you're very quiet.

tonight i am transformed, tomorrow i shall disappear.

then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.

where are we?

you're quite the detective.

are you fishing for compliments?

oh! i'm sorry!

i want to touch you.

who are you? i have to know.

i want to see you tomorrow.

i want your future. i want every little piece of you.

you might as well tell me everything. you know i will figure it out on my own soon enough, and it will be far less embarrassing for you if i don't have to ask any questions.

it was all very innocent, i assure you.

it's so nice to see you in love.

oh, goodness, you gave me a fright.

i don't ever want to see your face again.

what was your name again?

have we met?

it was a very brave thing you did.

i was very worried about you.

it was very kind of you to care for me.

i didn't do anything for which i ought to apologize, did i?

you wouldn't lie to me about this, would you?

do not stifle yourself on my account.

i find you rather... refreshing.

have you plans for the rest of the day?

whatever could you be thinking, to look so adorably ferocious?

are you this charming with everyone or only me?

you have already embarrassed me beyond repair. what more could you possibly wish to do to me?

i like when you say my name.

sometimes i think you couldn't possibly be real.

i think i have to kiss you. it's rather like breathing. one doesn't have much choice in the matter.

who are you, [name]? who are you, really?

something isn't quite right about you.

it is not my habit to remain in the company of people who insult me.

be mine. be mine right now. be mine forever. i'll give you anything you want. all i want in return is you.

i want you in my bed. i want you tomorrow. and i want you the next day.

you're a fool.

do you understand what you're giving up?

i have been adrift all my life.

let me be your anchor.

what do you wish?

i'm only trying to save you from yourself.

you're making me hate you, you know.

i can live with you hating me. i just can't live without you.

what are you smiling about?

i'm plotting your demise.

you bring out the worst in me, [name].

has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly nosy?

i can't bear it when you look so sad.

there's a sorrow deep in your eyes. it's rarely gone.

i wish you would share your secrets with me.

i burn for you.

every night, i lie in bed, thinking of you, wondering why the hell you're with [name], of all people, and not with me.

tell me what happened. did someone bother you?

you're nothing like the rest of your family.

do you understand what it feels like to be pushed away?

how many times do you expect you can reject me before i stop trying?

oh, stop with that old excuse. it's grown tired. if you wanted to be with me, you would be with me.

i won't be your mistress. i won't be any man's mistress.

i don't regret what we did. i wish i could. i know i should. but i can't.

they say that a smart person learns from her mistakes. but a truly smart person learns from other people's mistakes.

what happens when one falls in love with someone unsuitable?

i love you.

i want to marry you.

when i thought about what it was in life i really needed—not what i wanted, but what i needed—the only thing that kept coming up was you.

you're so beautiful. everything i ever dreamed of.

i love you. i have always loved you. i think i loved you before i even knew you.

you are the reason i exist, the very reason i was born.

[nessa007]

If this lady is important to you, do not let her be like one of the projects in your study. Something you are passionate about today but forget about tomorrow. BRIDGERTON (2020- ) | Season 4

[fe1ixfe1icis]

SPOILERS- I just wanted to do a compilation of Benedict snapping cause man was going THROUGH it and he was ready to FIGHT for Sophie (scenepacks from jcqscenes on ig)

[rakereformed]

i'm debating with myself if i make a simon blog, do i make him sideblog to this one or....??

[edwinamond]

“heirs have the responsibility, second sons have the fun.” @rakereformed

the whisper between passed drinks makes edwina still, as benedict says it with that careless charm of his, shoulders easy, smile half-mischief, half-escape. as though the world were a ballroom and he merely meant to dance through it without ever being asked to lead. she does not scold him. she never has. instead, she studies him the way one studies a painting that hides more shadow than it first admits. there is truth in what he says, yes, the structure of their world rests on such distinction, but there is also something quieter beneath it. something that sounds suspiciously like longing disguised as laughter. she's the spoiled second daughter, the crown jewel of the sharma empire. but she's never quite shared in....fun. edwina folds her hands lightly before her, the gesture instinctive rather than rehearsed. she has spent enough of her life being measured against expectation to recognize when someone is pretending not to feel its weight. ❛ how fortunate for the second sons, then, ❜ she replies gently, her smile small but knowing. ❛ to be spared the burden of legacy and instead entrusted with delight. ❜ a pause, soft as silk. ❛ though i wonder, ❜ she continues, tilting her head just slightly, ❛ whether it is truly so simple. ❜ her gaze does not accuse; it invites. ❛ responsibility may wear a crown, ❜ edwina says thoughtfully, ❛ but freedom wears its own kind of pressure. to be charming. to be effortless. to never disappoint by caring too deeply. ❜ she has seen the way benedict deflects seriousness with wit, the way he floats just outside the frame of expectation, admired, adored, yet never fully claimed by it. there is privilege in that, yes. but also invisibility. she too understands what it means to be invisible. ❛ fun, ❜ she repeats, almost amused. ❛ can be terribly exhausting when one must always provide it. ❜

[rakereformed]

if the pair had not been made siblings through marriage of their respective elder brother and sister, the proximity and outgoing manner of carrying out current conversation would raise enough murmuring and disapproval across the crowded ballroom. however, when standing among family... his mother had parted ways once reaching the center of the event, and was probably fussing over poor eloise at this very moment, could not chestise his behaviour by any means. not likely to have worked anyway ⸺ after all, it was all about benedict bridgerton on his plain charismatic and unserious ways. it was certain, it was the expectation towards his persona. and it wasn't likely to change anytime soon as far as the ton and his family tree were concerned. miss edwina sharma, was indeed, a breath of fresh air when expanding family ties. second eldest, he found himself taking quite a liking to her mannerism and self-assured nature. it was a delight to chaperone her, holding actual conversations while shamelessly using his duties to her that evening as a shield, preventing mamas and their debutantes to surrounder him like a hawk into a prey. “ my, my... sister, you are truly full of surprises. ” witty smile on his brims, although slightly faltering as words fly past her lips, aiming straight onto his core. “ the solely responsability I have ever had upon my head, was being the spare in case... ” in case anthony came to pass. his education was perfectly aligned within his older brother due that very reason; benedict should hold the perfect notion of how the one man to bear the title of viscount was expected to carry the family name and tend to state affairs. as spare, he was needed, he was useful. until he wasn't anymore. “ (...) this family does not expect much of me, I'm not even needed as a spare anymore. ” it didn't meant to come out as offensive, far from it. it was realization, life had changed, alongside its purpose. well, counting the fact that his purpose was now hidding somewhere inside bridgerton house at the servants quarters. “ but enough about me. now, where is that prince of yours? ” his teasing tone, with an mischievous spell entailed into it, found reasoning in moving past the previous topic.

[rakereformed]

every single edit or comparison i see of b/enophie with mr. darcy/elizabeth i giggle

[roguekinds-gone]

independent, private, & selective MULTI-FANDOM MULTI-MUSE  loved by nicole. feat. canon & original characters. plot-centric, mutuals only.

[sophia-becketts]

LUKE THOMPSON as BENEDICT BRIDGERTON in

⏤ Bridgerton | S04E01, "The Waltz"

[rakereformed]

@knewjoy has requested for an (starter) sketch!

born a restless second son, the very spite of his mother in antics, it was bearing comical how settled the man became when regarding his past nature. whispers among the ton set in stone he would be the bridgerton that never married, a rake on his own right. ( ... ) all he supposed to be needed for was the role of a spare and other than that... he supposed he would live his life at his bachelor loddings, often visiting the family until, one day... well, happily, the future had not agreed with his current point of view - at the time - regarding his own destiny. benedict bridgerton had been gifted the most precious path one could have, the one of unmistakeable falling in love the moment the lady in silver stepped inside his field of vision nearly three years ago; and then history was written, with countless turning of events that all led here. my cottage. no, no... OUR COTTAGE. the amount of paperwork involved in renaming an ancestral property had all been worth it every single time his wife smiled at it. one simple gesture, a carved in proof of his endless love for sophie maria bridgerton for eternity.

marital bliss was even better than he had first imagined, although anything would be beyond expectations when sharing a life with his wife. they settled in just fine, despite the amount of time he spent dragging his wife away from performing cleaning duties around the house, or so he'd say. though it didn't take long for a child of their own to arrive, finally turning the married couple into a proper family. benedict, every now and then, felt as if he would one day rouse from deep slumber and was welcome into a life where his wife and child were nothing but a fever dream.

gaze frozen in time, carefree smile across lips, silently watching with wonder from the threshold ⸺ there was nothing as pure as watching your entire heart holding the toddler that was the very physical representation of your shared love magnified. charles edmund bridgerton was the most adorable child he had been around, which was definitely biased, hance him and sophie having created such a precious being during their first few months of marriage. watching as the infant began his third crawling attempt between the middle of his mothers legs, the words had flown past benedict bridgerton's lips before he could give it a proper thought. “ as darling as it appears, I fear I'm the only one allowed to crawl in the middle of your mother's legs with a far more interesting purpose, charlie. ”

[lokihiddleston]

BRIDGERTON (2020-)

[rakereformed]

@littlegossip sketches a response: these past months have been a torment.

beaming sun high through the clear of the family's household windows, settling in with its clear disposition post one late morning meal secretly shared with his bride-to-be in the silence of his bedroom. bridgerton house, routinely, is bright and full of life once awaken from its deep slumber. this time was no different than usual, expect buzzing with excitment and the final steps of planning regarding his nupitials mere weeks away.

descending the main starcaise, benedict trailed his path towards the drawing room, where he expected to find his all the family reunited, but instead found the rare lonely presence of the youngest of eight. hyacinth, one spirited flower blossoming just like her namesake, seemed entirely deslocated from reality. it was something rare, unique and momentarely, but enough to jolt some fair interest in him. quiet and peaceful was something he could see attached to francesca, but hyacinth? she was pure light and joy. unless something was off.

“ hello, sister. beautiful morning, don't you... ” her voice echoed, cutting him short, more blurting something out than any other case. he didn't think twice before taking a seat beside her, studying her features closely. “ I - I suppose so. there is no denying it, no matter how much we attempt to. ” after all that had happened with francesca, it was no easy tool to move ahead. and hadn't it impacted hyacinth in a way nobody think possible nor saw coming. his one reason to raise a smile was to do with forming an final attachment to the one he loves, and yet, he feared to be selfish towards his sisters suffering. “ francesca will be back, hyacinth. she'll be there for the wedding, but you must understand... our sister needs to heal, she isn't shutting us out. she's simply... ” her hues surveilled him with curiosity as he attempted to find the right wording to address the situation, but she recieved a soft sigh instead. how could one explain grief to such young lady without having all her prostects shattered yet again? “ time heals. and as much as we love her, she needs to breath on her own and without our constant worrying. ”

[himbovillains]

@rakereformed liked this post for a bridgerton starter.

' i heard tell, ' he starts, dropping down onto one of the plush couches next to benedict, kicking his legs up so that they can rest on the small table in front of them, ' that you are looking to get married, dear brother. ' if their mother was in the room right now, she'd be chastising him for his posture, and for putting his dirty boots on her table. but she isn't, so he considers that fair leave to torment benedict.

[rakereformed]

it was precisely at that moment that the second son wondered why, pray tell, had he left anthony's study this morning? frustration lines across his features, benedict was taking it consideration throwing his younger brother out of the window and not looking back. " why don't you announce it in whistledown? seems like it hasn't been said loud enough, brother. " annoyance runs past his lips, laced within words, before chewing it away when consuming yet another macaron. " actually, do not even dream about whatever implication going into that. talking about whistledown, shouldn't you be tending to your wife and son? " and, preferably, leaving me be... that was what benedict wished to add.