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𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚈. 𝙸𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷.

#gildedintro #you can see where i gave up real quick

𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽.

#gildedintro #cannot look at it anymore #we ignore the gaps

𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 , this is what love was like, or so jonathan had assumed — fighting. constant yelling and shouting that would burn the cheeks crimson with metaphorical steam coming out the ears. over nothing and over everything, but it often came in the form of his father stumbling through the door, slurred speech and empty pockets. chicago was not the place promised, the american dream nothing more than lies standing on the back of a crumbling marriage. it was divorce that caused his mother to return to her home country, the very scandal attached to her name far too much for her to bear, the quinn curse, she'd claim. no quinn could keep a marriage. jonathan had asked about it once, ' generational ' she'd claim, someone in the family long ago wronged the wrong person. and his father? he remained. the drunk on the corner. perhaps the embodiment of the quinn curse jonathan concluded after three weeks of staying with his father. somehow england was worse, it's where his mother met clyde drake. a pompous man who had everything jonathan's father did not, money in his pocket and not a drop of alcohol on his breath. and his father was dead, his mother claimed. an alleged widow who married this mister drake, a man who despised jonathan, even more so once he had two children of his own. he made sure jonnathan knew, when every penny was stripped from his inheritance, or what little one his mother had secured for him. new york wasn't much better, a far cry from the promises, a perfectly packaged lie with a shiny red ribbon, but the only place he could secure an education cheaper than europe offered. maybe not cheap enough when the coins in his pocket didn't even stir up a melodious jingle they were so few — but a dormer's offer, the next allure. the last of his coins tossed among the poker chips and golden pocket watch. luck of the irish, surely he'd claim but the quinn's were cursed and as he watched greedy hands stretch across the table collecting all that was left, someone took pity. the late mister dormer who slipped him the left behind pocket watch and a deal. wealth came in the form of compromised morals and a promise that this connection with law and politicians would pay off for the dormer family but did that deal die with the late mister dormer?

#gildedintro #i obviously did not proof read

♙ ⸻ · 。… [ natalie dormer + 35 + cis female + she/her ] the city of new york welcomes agnes seymour to the social season of 1887, the fiancée of alistair arundel. known to be sophisticated and shrewd, their rumored self-important and temporal tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the street musicians often string along a tune that sounds like red wine supernova by chappell roan whenever they are near, hoping for a coin or two as a reward. unbeknown to their peers, agnes views the social season as something akin to circe's eternal exile but when holding a secret such as having been caught in a scandalous affair with another aristocratic lady, resulting in her hasty engagement to a lesser noble and banishment to america , it would be best to keep their opinions to themselves. ⸻ [ xan + 24 + est + n/a ]

"i am the descendant of edward seymour, first duke of somerset and brother to jane seymour, queen of england, lord protector for his nephew, king edward vi. are you familiar with him— no?" agnes's eyes rolled over them once, unsurprised at their ignorance. "all you need to know is that he reveled in power and influence; and just as quickly do the mighty rise do they fall." the apple does not fall far from the ancestral tree, she thought grimly. "i will not bore you with accounts of my upbringing, as it is nearly identical to my peers. nor do you need to know the logic behind grape scissors or the science of calling cards. the bright spots of my childhood were perhaps my father teaching me to play cards at an age at which i should not have been playing cards...emptying my brother's pocket of sweets at said game of cards...learning to ride horses...and perhaps any time i was with all of my siblings." "you see, the duke and his second wife, my mother, were quite...prolific. let's see: my twin brother and i are the oldest. agnus is the earl of st. maur, and my father's heir." for the first time in this conversation, her voice falters. "then there is margery, now the marchioness of winchester. then edward, who last year was married to the daughter of the 2nd baron methuen. and last, my most dearest, is eleanor, now the newly minted viscountess devonport. you'll notice that all of my siblings are in marriages so advantageous and respectable it is almost vulgar." she almost makes a remark upon her own upcoming nuptials, but as soon as her mouth opens it shuts once more. "shortly before my debut in society, i traveled to the continent with the dowager duchess of northumberland. i and the daughter of a welsh earl were to accompany her travels, and expand our knowledge of art history, architecture, fashion...essentially all of the things well-bred ladies ought to be an expert in. she became my best friend in that short year," agnes said, her breath choking on her memory. she would not allow her countenance to betray her... "a bond made over greek poets, french philosophers, italian wine and dealing with the duchess' snoring is quite an unbreakable one." ...and yet her eyes trembled with longing. "we, of course, kept in touch after. but her father adores the country while i was practically raised in london, so we only ever saw each other during the season." she omitted how in between she'd practically exhausted nearly all of sappho's known fragments in her letters, and sealed each missive with a lavender sprig. "in the years that transpired after my coming out, i was miraculously able to avoid immediate marriage," she continues nonchalantly, taking a sip of her whiskey. she nearly chokes on it at the sound of the scandalized gasp that escapes her counterpart. "indeed, i hold quite controversial opinions about many things, but especially marriage. i cannot elaborate now, for while this is america, i must retain some sense of propriety. admittedly, i also have the privilege of my status in addition to my beautiful — docile — younger sisters who are more than willing to go to the altar and what's more, there's no relentless mama spending her life trying to force me down the aisle. my papa also once believed that no man was a match for me." "but you are now engaged to alastair arundel, are you not?" "an astute observation." she glances across the room at her intended. agnes was sure that she was as perplexing to him as he was to her. while untitled, the arundel's vast wealth rivaled that of any aristocrat. it was rumored that royal norwegian blood flowed through their veins, but officially, they were but landed gentry. he was not unattractive — strictly objectively speaking — and he seemed well-mannered. why had he not yet married? she did not know. she did, however, know this: he would have his secrets, and so would she.

#i had this really slay idea to write her intro in first person #i fear i may have slayed too close to the sun #gildedintro #by xan.#(gifs by me lolz)

♙ ⸻ · 。… [ regé-jean page + thirty + cis man + he/him ] the city of new york welcomes benedict whitmore to the social season of 1887. known to be diligent and driven, their rumored cutthroat and materialistic tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the street musicians often string along a tune that sounds like temptation by dermot kennedy whenever they are near, hoping for a coin or two as a reward. unbeknown to their peers, benedict views the social season as an opportunity to carve out the place that his family deserve but when holding a secret such as being a little too zealous in wanting to intimidate any competition , it would be best to keep their opinions to themselves.

#gildedintro #constantly betrayed by his vanity he assumes he is godlike || 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙

[ arsema thomas + twenty seven + cis woman + she/her ] the city of new york welcomes efemena 'effie' dormer to the social season of 1887. known to be resourceful and persuasive, their rumored meddlesome and opportunistic tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the street musicians often string along a tune that sounds like king by florence and the machine whenever they are near, hoping for a coin or two as a reward. unbeknown to their peers, efemena views the social season as an opportunity to grow business and fulfill her father's wish to find spouses for herself and her siblings, but when holding a secret such as she has been working with the books for the family business for years and wants to be a business partner to her brothers rather than someone else's wife, it would be best to keep their opinions to themselves.

#gildedintro

♙ ⸻ · 。… [ charlotte spencer + twenty-eight + cis woman + she/her ] the city of new york welcomes isla sinclair to the social season of 1887, the cousin of arundel family. known to be gracious and astute, their rumored aloof and unimpressed tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the street musicians often string along a tune that sounds like the history of man by maisie peters whenever they are near, hoping for a coin or two as a reward. unbeknown to their peers, isla views the social season as sometimes it's endless and tiresome obligation but not without its flashes of interest and joy. mostly it's an escape. but when holding a secret such as secret engagement that had love win out over logic, leading to a lapse in judgement and a pregnancy scare , it would be best to keep their opinions to themselves.

#gildedintro #you can only see part of her at a time a crescent like the moon || 𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓪

♙ ⸻ · 。… [ henry cavill + thirty seven + cis male + she / her ] the city of new york welcomes montgomery astor to the social season of 1887. known to be charismatic and gallant, their rumored opportunistic and proud tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the street musicians often string along a tune that sounds like welcome to the machine by pink floyd whenever they are near, hoping for a coin or two as a reward. unbeknown to their peers, character name views the social season as another waste of time but he knows he needs to play his cards right because his reputation and political career is at risk but when holding a secret such as he has an illegitimate child he has been keeping a secret to avoid scandal, it would be best to keep their opinions to themselves.