#governess au

[sea-owl]

I request a governess polin au, hell we can add kathony too.

So let's say that in this au, Kate never went to London and Penelope never had London debut. To help with the family finances Kate set out to become a nurse/governess (I am aware they are two different positions, but just roll with me.) After discovering Lord Featheringtons debts Portia only had enough money to debut one more daughter. After debating she decided to place her bets on Felicity. Neither ever met the Bridgertons.

Somehow Penelope ended up as a sort of apprentice/partner to Kate and the two found a good job within the house of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings. With two of them they are able to take care of the children, Auggie, and Amelia, when they are younger and later teach them as well as any other children the Duke and Duchess may have.

The two get along well with their employers and they have each other so the loneliness that usually comes with their kind of position isn't as bad.

Then comes 1816 aka the year without summer. Things were wet and cold, some of the ton had decided to forgo that season and stay in their country homes. One of those families was the Bassets, who decided to invite the family to Clyvedon for the rest of the season, with possibly taking some time to go to Aubrey Hall.

Of course Kate and Penelope are also at Clyvedon, helping take care of the young lord and ladies.

"Oh Kate, Penelope," Daphne greeted as she walked into the nursery. "You two can take a break for a little while. Just bring the children down to the drawing room, my family will be here soon and I'm sure they'll want to see the babies."

"Yes your grace," Kate and Penelope bowed.

"Thank you-," Daphne cut herself off with a yawn. "Oh forgive me on that."

"It is alright your grace," Kate said.

Daphne fought another yawn as she walked out of the nursery.

Kate and Penelope looked at each other before letting out soft giggles.

"I suppose we'll have another little one soon enough," Kate said as she held onto Auggie's leading strings in one hand and held Belinda in another.

"Good for us, it keeps us employed longer," Penelope joked. She gently bounces Caroline, while her other hand holds Amelia's leading strings. "Looks like you won't be the baby for long young miss."

Kate grinned. "That it does."

The two lead the children down to the family drawing room where Simon was waiting. After that they were temporarily free for probably most of the afternoon if this was like the other visits from the duchess' family. Not that Kate and Penelope haven't really had any more than brief glimpses at the infamous Bridgertons.

After that Kate went to take a walk while Penelope went down to the kitchen for some leftovers cook left since she missed breakfast.

Enter Anthony and Colin.

Anthony had ridden separate from his family as he had to make a stop on the way for business. Unfortunately this also meant that Anthony had gotten caught in the rain on his way. Colin had gotten back just in time for them to leave and had not yet had a chance to change out of his traveling clothes nor a chance to really eat anything. Suffice to say they did not really look like sons of a high bred family.

Kate just happened to be passing by when Anthony rode up to Clyvedon.

Kate had to stop herself from raising an eyebrow at the soaked man who was foolish to ride out into the rain. If she had to guess he may have been one of the tenets. Just as they always did during the first day of guest arriving, the duke and duchess gave strict orders that they are not to be disturbed.

"Excuse me," the man said. "You could you direct me to where Simon and Daphne are?"

Kate was taken aback. She has never heard of a tenet being so informal. "I'm sorry sir, but their graces are not seeing to any business today. The duchess' family had arrived today."

The tenet looked annoyed. "I assure you they are expecting me."

"Sir," Kare sighed, then yelled when he pushed past her. "Sir!"

That's when Kate heard the bell designated for the nurses and governesses. Well fine, she'll just let her employers handle the tenet.

Meanwhile Colin had sneaked down to the kitchen. He was a growing boy after all, and he hadn't eaten all day.

He was surprised to see a cute red down there happily eating an eclair.

"Is there anymore?" Colin asked her.

Penelope jumped, just barely catching the custard that fell. Turning towards Colin she did in fact raise an eyebrow. She has not seen this man before. Penelope could place almost all the servants at Clyvedon by face and she has seen this one. Plus his clothing does not look like anything any of the servants would be wearing. Nor is he looking at her food like anyone else she has met before.

"I'm sorry sir, but this was the only one Cook had set aside. The rest are being served to her grace's family," Penelope said.

The man's eyes lit up at the mere mention of more food. "Really? Oh must show me where they are!"

What was this man? Some kind of interloper? Penelope would rather not show him where the duke and duchess are, but blast. It looks like she might not have a choice. That was the bell to summon her and Kate. Well hopefully if he does follow the duke will take care of it.

Kate and Penelope met at the entrance of the drawing room both of them looking at their partner with a questioning look at the strange man following.

Before Kate or Penelope could stop them the tenet and the interloper both walk into the drawing room.

"Anthony!"

"Colin!"

Oh fuck, Kate and Penelope knew those names. Those were the names of the duchess' brothers, the Viscount Bridgerton and the third Bridgerton. And now among the rest of their siblings Kate and Penelope could see the resemblance.

#anthony and colin: pretty lady😍😍 #daphne: QUIT TRYING TO SEDUCE MY STAFF #so in general a governess was a daughter to a middle or upper class family that generally fell on hard times #it was not an enviable position since they were basically outcasts among the staff #generally born too high and too educated for the rest of the staff but also not on equal level to their employers #the one they more than likely worked the most with was the nanny since they both were responsible for the raising and education of the kids #I would've done the saphne kids older but i thought 1816 would fit better due to how cold it was that year and indoor bound others would be #bridgerton #kathony #polin #governess au #kate sharma #kate sheffield #penelope featherington #anthony bridgeton #colin brigerton

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Regency Era)

His Former Mistress by PenguinofProse Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: In which Edmund dies several years later than in canon, and Anthony is determined to set aside his former mistress as he takes on the responsibility of being Viscount.

#featured fic #regency era #e #complete #governess au #grief #smut #angst #kathony #kanthony #bridgerton #fanfic

[1016anon]

Title: Kate is a governess AU Author: 55anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: Unfinished fragment of Kate is a governess AU. Trigger warning: Infertility

It would not be accurate to say they grew up together, only that they knew of each other; he as Mr. Bridgerton, future Viscount and heir to the vast Bridgerton estate; she as Miss Sharma, daughter of one of the many land agents the current Viscount Bridgerton employed. Appa was often away on business and with Mary so often ill, it fell on Kate to look after Edwina and the household.

All were grieved when the Eighth Viscount Bridgerton died suddenly, in the prime of his life. Appa spent more time than ever at Aubrey Hall with the Ninth Viscount Bridgerton; it appeared the new Lord Bridgerton was wholly unprepared for his role. There were many occasions when Appa came home well past supper, having dined with the Viscount, and gathered Kate and Edwina close simply to soak in their presence. He told them a bit about his day, painting a bleak picture which made Kate so grateful Appa was there. His stories gave them small glimpses into the grief which had rocked the Bridgerton household and how Lord Bridgerton, only two years Kate's senior, was trying to very hard to keep the family together.

When Appa died two years later, the Ninth Viscount Bridgerton was prepared to provide Mary a generous widow's pension. He personally made a trip from London, where the Bridgertons now resided, to call on them and offer his condolences, stating that Appa had been a steady presence for him in the aftermath of the Eight Viscount's death. Lord Bridgerton said he did not know how he would have survived that year without Appa's help and that he owed Appa a great debt; one which he could never repay. To that end, he was willing to support the Sharma family so they might continue to live in their house in Kent.

Mary, however, could not bear to stay in a place which held so many memories and longed to move back to Somerset. Lord and Lady Sheffield had no love for her, nor had they offered any assistance, but she wanted to go back to the small corner of England she'd once called home. Viscount Bridgerton said he understood completely; Kate supposed he did.

He offered to assist with everything; he said he would pay the rent for whichever cottage they chose to settle in and provide a pension for living expenses.

Kate, however, was her father's daughter. The offer was most generous-- more than generous-- but she did not think it right to capitalize on the difficult two years Appa helped Lord Bridgerton settle into his role. Appa was only doing what any decent man would do; Lord Bridgerton had looked at her, wide eyed, then smiled wryly that most men were not decent. She did offer a counterproposal; Kate had planned on advertising for work as a governess.

She calculated the difference between the pension he'd originally offered, the pension he offered now, took the lower price of rent in Somerset into account, and found the difference was within the range of hiring a London governess and tutors in mathematics, geography, natural sciences, ancient history, Latin, Greek, and French. He interviewed her on the spot, demonstrating an astonishing depth and breadth of knowledge she would not have guessed from a man who'd had a certain reputation before he became Viscount.

Kate was quite honest regarding the subjects in which she was less proficient: modern history, philosophy (Lord Bridgerton had raised an eyebrow at that, stating that natural sciences were a branch of philosophy), literature, any sort of music. She was fairly good at dancing but did not know the fashionable dances of London; Lord Bridgerton stated that it would be a few years before his siblings needed dance lessons.

When he quizzed her on her plans for marriage-- she was only eight and ten years old-- she shook her head and decided to tell him. If he did indeed hire her as a governess, the maids would notice her lack of regular courses; best to get it out of the way now.

A terrible fever had swept through her body when she was three and ten, nearly killing her. After she recovered, her courses did not return. Doctors, midwives, apothecaries prescribed all manner of teas and tinctures meant to restore her cycle; none worked. Even now, five year later, her courses only came two or three times a year; but the meaning was obvious: she could not have children. No man would take her for a wife.

Lord Bridgerton looked stricken and tried to offer his well-intentioned, clumsy sympathies; she accepted them with equanimity and grace. She had come to terms-- as much as one could come to terms-- with the fact she would never have her own family; years and years of bitter sorrow, heartrending grief, endless tears cried silently at night. It would always hurt. Always. It still hurt. She still had nights when she stared up at the ceiling, tears running down the sides of her face, soaking the pillow. But she had come to terms; it was either that or give up on living entirely. Kate could have decided to marry without telling her husband, but her sense of honor and self respect would not allow it. Nor could concealing the fact hold anything good for the future of such a marriage.

This was her lot in life. She would face it head on with the clear eyes of a stoic; she would endure it without illusion, but with fortitude.

He admired her strength and quiet dignity, the sheer willpower which emanated from her as she stood tall and proud before him. She would be good for his siblings; she would help him raise them well. Miss Sharma had the same spark of character as her father; the same steely kindness which Anthony had found was a tremendously rare quality.

They agreed that Miss Sharma would join him in London after she'd helped Lady Mary and her younger sister, Edwina, move to Somerset. He would call on her again with the documents laying out the terms of her employment as governess. Anthony bid the other ladies of the house farewell and had to repress the urge to kiss her hand.

Looking back, Anthony believes that was when his fate was sealed: when he did not kiss her hand.

Two months later, she arrived in London.

Two months after that, Mother died.

--

In truth, he was amazed he'd held out four years without bedding her. By that time, Hyacinth was six and Daphne fourteen. She had become his anchor, the bedrock of the family, and Anthony could not imagine life without her.

He would have married her, if he could. That she was a governess did not signify-- she was his best friend, his confidante, his lover, the reason he was able to breathe. The insurmountable obstacle was that she could not have children. Or rather, she would not allow him to marry her because she wanted him to have the chance to build his own family. Kate didn't seem to understand that he would rather have her as his wife and have no children than have another eight children indifferently conceived with some newly debuted chit of the ton.

Anthony had three brothers; among the three of them, he was sure they would manage to produce a boy somewhere. Kate would not hear of it, certain he would resent her in the future for depriving him of a family. It was an argument they circled over and over until all points had been exhausted with no resolution reached.

She may as well have been Lady Bridgerton; Kate ran the house. Anthony made clear that she was to be obeyed without question; that anything she said carried the weight of his authority. He swiftly fired staff who did not fall in line, even if their family had been serving the Bridgertons for three generations. He would not tolerate any disrespect towards the woman he loved-- who he considered, for all intents and purposes, his wife. His brothers treated her like his wife; his sisters treated her like his wife. All he needed was the damn license and to say their wedding vows before a stuffy clergyman. Hell, he would have dragged her to Gretna Green if she'd allowed it.

But she wouldn't allow it and as far as Anthony was concerned, they would simply live in discreet sin for the rest of their lives.

Until one day-- exactly one day after Daphne turned six and ten years-- Kate broached the subject of Daphne's debut to take place two years hence. His sister needed to be presented to the Queen. By the Lady Bridgerton.

Daphne's marriage prospects would be damaged by Anthony's continued unmarried state (and whose fault was that? he'd asked); he already had a reputation of flaunting his mistress/governess/temporary lady of the house.

He had to marry, she said.

Anthony categorically did not want to marry any other woman. This was not something he would allow, not while he still drew breath. Kate was so concerned about Daphne's debut and her prospects on the marriage mart; Anthony argued that this was another reason why they should elope. No one would stop them. His family considered Kate to be theirs anyway.

They'd had arguments before, but this was their first huge, terrible fight which shook the foundations of the house.

When he climbed into bed with her, she had been sobbing.

She wanted to have his children, she said. She wanted to marry him. But that was not the way the world worked, she told him. He had to marry.

She sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed for the children they would never have, the family she could never have with him, the way her heart broke and she thought she'd accepted it, she'd thought she was content with her lot in life.

He couldn't keep asking her to marry him. It hurt too much.

But Anthony would not marry another woman. It would be unfair to her, Kate must surely understand that. Even if his hypothetical wife did not love him, she would still have to be Viscountess Bridgerton and face a society which knew full well who the Viscount bedded and loved.

He had to send her away, she said. She was going to ruin Daphne's chances at making a good match.

Daphne refused to allow Kate to be sent away. She would rather not debut, she said, than send Kate away to live in obscurity. They would find a way. She did not want a husband who could not accept Kate, who had been like a mother to her.

Kate's heart kept breaking.

Anthony kept holding her, refusing to let go.

There was no one he wanted to make his Viscountess than her. Other men had married outside the ton and the scandal blew over. It was forgotten with time. He could not live without her, so they would either continue to live as they were now, or he would marry her.

He could tell by the look on her face that she was contemplating running away, for the purported good of the family. But he would not allow it. He told her, he would die without her. He would search the ends of the earth for her. She could not leave-- if she would not listen for his sake, he asked her to listen for the sake of the children. They both knew she could not abandon them, though she weakly argued she could be replaced with another governess, a proper governess.

And every night, she cried in his arms because she wanted, so much, to have the family she dreamed of. The one she had not dared to dream of, the dream she squashed ruthlessly every time it rose like a vengeful specter.

And every night, he held her as close as he could, refusing to let go, even in his sleep, afraid she would disappear if he should ever relax his hold. She stayed in his iron grip, comforted by its strength and implacability.

Yet still she would not marry him.

He did not care, as long as she stayed.

#bridgerton #kathony #fanfiction #governess au

[thekatebridgerton]

What a plot twist it would be if in her search of purpose and independence Eloise can decide to find a job as governed And at the same time Philip will place an ad at paper.

Like it's so hilarious. She would still be in her book journey of falling for a widower with kids and discover her parental capability... But he's just in an agony because of whole work ethics thing. He truly believes he's falling for a working class woman who's here just to make a living. And they're both so dramatic about it, but think they're in completely different romance tropes. Peak of a comedy.

Well speaking of trips down memory lane you're going to love the Convo @missielynne and I had about an Eloise governess au last year.

(Feb 2021 really was a good month for me wasn't it?)

But yeah we should open back up the governess Eloise au because it would be hilarious. I've always expected Eloise stunts to one day land herself in a trouble so ugly she'd rather get a job and pretend to be the governess of Benedict's neighbor rather than face Anthony's wrath. Phillip would be so attracted and frustred at the same time. Because a governess is supposed to take orders for the education of the children not dish them out and Phillip would be legit so baffled as to why she's insisting on educating HIM rather than his kids.

It would be the best 😂

#governess au #philoise #Eloise Bridgerton #Phillip crane

[liquorisce]

[wip] second place

governess au, past arumika, indicated eremika, main: aruani.

Armin

I guess I should have seen it coming. 

No, literally. I should have seen it. 

‘Your brain is so big,’ my wife would always tell me. ‘I feel like nothing escapes you.” 

Well not everything, apparently. My wife sleeping with my best friend— a best friend she’s had history with for years— managed to escape from me quite easily. I’d dare say my lush civil servant life with a bungalow and a fancy car and a daughter who looked just like me helped in its easy escape, but I’m not making any excuses. 

If you find your wife in bed with your best friend, telling her things you would have never dreamed of telling her, you can be certain a) your brain is most certainly not big and b) you’ve been blind for quite a while. 

My shoulders slump in defeat. I run a finger through my hair as I loosen my tie. Everything about me pisses me off right now— my suit that feels way too tight, my pristine white shirt that feels too crisp, slacks ironed all the way till my ankles. It probably doesn’t have any of the excitement of the man I found in my bed; no ripped jeans or tattoos, my hair was definitely cut far too often. 

Mikasa enters the room and closes the door. Flushed cheeks and bitten lips— not bitten by her— grey eyes ridden with guilt as they fix on me. Even now, even with the imprint of another man’s hands all over her she looks beautiful. The kind of beauty that devastates me, because I feel guilty even looking at it. 

Because my wife’s beauty never really was mine to look at, no matter how much I’d cheated my way into this. Because even now, even twenty years later... I was still in second place. 

#governess au #liquorisce fanfiction #arumika #eremika #wip

[jazzfordshire]

Okay but imagine the OUTFITS you could put them in for a Victorian au

Damn you guys are really horny for a Victorian au huh???

#the au idea is that Kara is a famous writer but under a male pseudonym #Lena is a strict but caring governess for the gaggle of orphaned children Kara has taken on #Kara wears a lot of trousers and Lena is quite distracted by her Forearms. Kara why are your shirtsleeves rolled up u are practically Naked

[theprinceofflies]

More on the Steve Henderson Au.

Dustin keeps trying to push Steve and Robin together because he wants Robin as his sister. Steve whenever Dustin brings this up says that. “I want her to be my sister too! Lets just get mom to adopt her and we both get what we want!”

Eventully Dustin learns that A. Robin is a lesbian and B. Steve likes Eddie he goes nuts. Claudia has more adoption papers in her hands for Robin just in case and Dustin is the biggest Steddie shipper. He pulls Steve aside and whispers, “Don’t fuck this up. Eddie uncle won’t let mom  adopt him and you’re our only hope of getting him in this family.”

#Dustin just wants Eddie as his brother in law #Robin and Steve sibling arc #Claudia has a gun pointed at some goverment officals head so she can adopt these children #When steddie finally gets together dustin starts calling eddie his brother in law #steddie #steve harrington #steve henderson au #robin buckley #claudia henderson #eddie munson

[00lari00]

Luka won't give up

Reginald: Although it may be tempting... I won't fall for that old trick

Luka: *Puts biscuits under the box*

Reginald: OH GREAT HEAVENS-

#henry stickmin collection #henry stickmim collection #thsc #henry stickman fanart #toppat clan #reginald copperbottom #Luka Calvin #only1toppat!au #goverment

[bunnieswithknives]

in the post-canon ending where the puppets live with sammy, and you said you thought red might go back to college, what happens to the teachers? are those puppets returned to their families? what’s the home waiting for them like? or were they left behind in the space that no one wanted to go back into?

Any teachers who are still recognizable get sent back to their families! The ones who aren't/don't have living family just have to fend for themselves I guess, get jobs or something, idk. If they're lucky maybe the government pays for some rehabilitation.

#Two of us AU #I dunno if theres president for what the british goverment would to with a bunch of reanimated amnesiacs

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

#dark shadows 1966 #victoria winters #roger collins #➤ roger collins & victoria winters. ┊ pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters. #vamp roger au tbt #➤ roger collins. ┊ I and my ghosts want a drink. #➤ victoria winters. ┊ because she’s lost and lonely. because she looks in shadows. #➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery. #art. #i always feel a little apprehensive about putting r/v things in the general tags bc i know that's not everyone's cup of tea but. #if r/v squicks you out and you don't have me blocked idk why lmakldfgfg. that's what we do here. #well! did you know that the moonflower is a highly poisonous and psychoactive flower that belongs to the nightshade family #and can cause respiratory depression arrhythmias fever delirium hallucinations psychosis and death if taken internally. #and they are night-blooming and pollinated by sphinx moths. much to think about. #scenes from the vamp roger au that i've been plotting with tortie and have only posted like one thing about but. anyway. #should be making violent love to you behind a palm tree etc. but the moonflowers in liz's greenhouse will have to do. #yeah yeah yeah we've all heard about his more famous triangular cousin but what about the real collins vampire huh. #who was here in 1966 draining years off another man's life. who spent ten years in a coffin (augusta) and came back wrong. #who knows nothing but a habitual; driving; consuming thirst. #who feeds on the youth and innocence of his governess – of his sister's hospitality – of the shelter of the collins blood. #who prefers; instead of living; to bury himself in the collins tomb. #who creates not biological sons but makes other men into monsters just like him. #also lou was really hot as a vampire for 0.5 seconds in hods.

[duckapus]

Squid Memes Squidbeak Splatoon (part 2)

Part 1 Here

More Harbor because he gave me Brain Worms

Born and Raised in Littol Beeg Bluff (yes the same Littol Beeg Bluff from "The Ballad of Dusty Grumpton" in the Factory Reset AU. I'm allowed to re-use my own ideas if I damn well please)

Comes from a blended family, and his stepmom and younger siblings (twin boy and girl around eight) are actually Koopa Troopas of all things.

The only playable Agent to both know and like his parents

Seriously Habor's moms are fucking awesome. Everybody in the NSS loves Harbor's moms

About 80% Humboldt Squid (aka Jumbo Flying Squid), which is why he's so fucking tall. It also means that he's really fast in swim form, to the point that he could probably outswim someone who'd filled all the slots on a piece of gear with Swim Speed Up without any Swim Speed Up investment of his own. (this is inspired by Lucky, another, very different version of Agent 4 made by EikaPrime on Ao3)

Eight

Yes she just goes by Eight. She was a little self-conscious about it at first but then she found out about SMG4 and the other SM64 Blooper Youtubers and no longer gives a shit

If she remembers her old name yet she's not mentioned it

Obviously doesn't remember her parents, but given the Domes are the kind of place where you can Start Training to Become an Advanced Military Hardware Engineer and Elite Soldier at Fucking Nine Years Old, I imagine she wouldn't have many memories of them even without the Amnesia

Contrary to popular fanon, my version of Eight doesn't have a scar from the Test Failed Bomb. This is because Respawn Pads (as long as they're fully functional) completely erase whatever the fatal injury was, leaving no trace apart from maybe some phantom pains if it was particularly nasty

She does, however, have plenty of scars from all the other shit she went through in that hellhole

Managed to complete every single test before she escaped

My version of Eight is a single year younger than Marina canonically is when they meet so I'm not going the Off the Hook Adoption route for this one (maybe in another AU with a more lose interpretation of Canon, but given this AU is specifically meant to adhere to Splatoon Canon as much as possible we're out'a luck this time), though she does still become very close friends with them

She's got Craig literally right there for any potential adoption attempts anyway

Very rarely speaks, but is expressive enough that most people can tell what she means anyway (you know Ferb? It's the exact same thing as what Ferb does)

Doesn't have a weapon preference. She's comfortable with any weapon she gets her hands on

Except Splatanas

She fucking hates Splatanas and everything they stand for

Configuring Frye's Palette in the Memverse was legitimately harder than dealing with her own Palette's stupid "Hacks or Chips, you can't have both" Gimmick Bullshit

Andi Finn

Has no fucking idea who her parents were and does not care

Actual supergenius who could probably build a functioning replica of Grizz's rocket out of scrap metal from just her memory of fighting on top of it. Never learned how to read before the NSS got ahold of her because she lived alone in the desert

Swears more than Bob

Can't remember where she learned Salmonid from

Somehow even the homeless kid has better hygiene than Paige

Made up her last name on the spot when she was signing up for a Turfing License (if you're wondering how she managed to sign up for a Turfing License when she couldn't read; With Great Difficulty)

Figures she probably isn't a full Inkling given her weird beartrap beak but doesn't give enough of a shit to take a DNA test about it

Yet

Paige dragged her home to their apartment almost immediately after the final battle against Mr. Grizz and she never left. It's not an official adoption but that's only because Paige is a bit oblivious to their own feelings on the matter and Andi doesn't know that paperwork is supposed to be involved

Almost exclusively calls Paige "Cap" even when they're out of uniform. I mean, she can't very well call them "Mom" or "Dad" since they're nonbinary, now can she? Paige has no idea that's what she means by it and just thinks it's a nickname because Andi gives everybody nicknames. Usually as insults

It took her 333 tries to get through "Splitting Crosshairs" (I legitimately Cannot beat that stupid kettle no matter how hard I try and want her to share my frustration but also want all four agents to have 100%ed their respective adventures so I'm just having it take her a comically long time to do)

Mains Explosher because it's the closest she can get to a Turf-Legal grenade launcher (for now...)

The Eternal Hunger, Devourer of the Bear

Is fine with people using Crabcake instead

Uses It/Its exclusively

Officially designated Agent 5 I will die on that hill

Was "The Eternal Hunger, Stabber of Ankles" before going through Return of the Mammalians

Will stab anyone who points out that it didn't actually eat Mr. Gizz, he just exploded

Extremely eloquent, but most people can't speak Salmonid so it just sounds like it's making the same gurgley noises as every other Smallfry

Once looked Marie dead in the eyes and said "No one will ever believe you" in perfect Inklish while they were alone. Has never said anything else in anything other than Salmonid where someone can hear it

Andi and Crabcake fucking hated each-other for the first third of their adventure before bonding over kicking Frye's ass and now they're inseparable

Actually gets its own uniform after everything's said and done. It consists of a little high-rez safety vest (like the one on Paige's field uniform), an earpiece (suction-cupped in place since it doesn't have external ears) in the same style as Andi's headset, and a clean black-with-thin-yellow-racing-stripes-on-the-sides pants...wrap...thing

It also got a new switchblade from Sheldon (the old one got lost in the space battle after it turned into Hugefry) with the same kind of black-with-blue-LEDs aesthetic as Paige's gear and a blade made of Sardinium

Also thinks that it and Andi are already adopted by Paige but that's for Salmonid Culture Reasons instead of Not Having an Education Reasons

Got separated from its swarm during a Run a few months before Return of the Mammalians. It wasn't too fussed about it and figured it could handle itself in the desert for a while and then either reunite with that swarm if it ran into them or join a new one if it happened to come across one. Because Salmonid Culture

Considers the NSS its current swarm

#i wish squid memes were real au #octo expansion #side order #return of the mammalians #new squidbeak splatoon #agent 4 #harbor current #agent 8 #eight splatoon #neo agent 3 #andi finn #little buddy #agent 5 #crabcake the smallfry #freaks(affectionate). all of them #paige is kind of a dumbass when it comes to their own emotions #andi may not know how paperwork works YET but given they're now part of a goverment agency they'll unfortunately learn pretty quick #not sure what (if anything) i'll have harbor's dad be like #but i'm leaning towards “great guy who's unfortunately currently Fucking Dead” #i like the oth adopts eight fanon as much as the next guy (as seen in one or two of my oth-related posts) but it just doesn't work here

[sea-owl]

I'm laughing athe thought that the ABC brothers are seducing KSP by being absolute losers hshshd and even though the ladies see throught heir bullsit admittedly its the most fun they've had and the brothers are treating them with respect that they don't usually get outside of the saphne family (and okay maybe they're a tiny little bit handsome but its gonna take a crowbar to make them admit it out loud)

And then cut off to ABC brothers vs Saphne children like:

ABC Brothers: * trying to seduce their future wives*

Saphne children: Kate/Sophia/ Pen, we need your help *puppy eyes with tears*

KSP: *Helps Saphne child and ignores ABC Brother*

Saphne children: *grins evilly at Uncle while snuggling KSP*

ABC brothers: *on the verge of tears, pulling their hair out* KIDS PLEASE IM TRYNA MAKE THEM YOUR AUNT!!! DONT YOU WANT THEM TO BE PART OF THE FAMILY????!

I'm dying at the image of saphne kids trying to push their uncles out of the house.

They're worried about Kate, Sophie, and Penelope getting married to ABC because that means they won't see them every day! Uncles, how can you be so selfish and try to take them away?! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE KIDS! WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO AT YOUR HOUSE?!

#bridgerton #kathony #polin #benophie #governess au

[1016anon]

Title: Kate Is a Governess AU Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: He noticed her.

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Kate may not have noticed him when she was younger, but the same could not be said of Anthony. How could he not notice a girl on the cusp of womanhood, riding astride next to her father, conversant in matters about which Anthony's own father had little interest? Crop yields and animal husbandry, irrigation and drainage of fields, the names of all the tenants' brothers, sisters, grandmothers, second cousins of all things.

His noticing her-- any thought of her-- had been relegated to the dusty corners of his mind when his father passed away; he had hardly realized that the man who was instrumental in guiding Anthony through the most difficult years of his life had been her father. But before his life had been changed forever, Anthony had noticed her in the sense that she was one among the many pretty girls in the village.

She stood out from the rest-- literally; there were several points in time when she stood taller than him. As children, as adolescents, as teenagers: every time he caught up to her in height, she shot up another few inches-- that much he did remember, since he had been quite sensitive to the matter of his height. Anthony occasionally had fanciful daydreams, while he stared down at her sleeping in his arms, that perhaps he could have befriended her if he'd put aside his childish insecurities. Now he wondered how his life would have been different if she had been there from the first.

It was a lovely dream-- and totally unrealistic. He was sensible to this. Whatever friendship they might have struck up as children would have ended as soon as he went to Eton, when his social circle abruptly shifted to his schoolmates. If he and Kate had managed to remain friends during those years, it would have changed again as he was expected to marry among the aristocratic debutantes of the ton. Friendships between sexes dissolved under the pressure of courtship, chaperones, whispers and giggles and the difference in their stations in life.

Even if Kate had not had to come to terms with her barren state, the most she could have been to him was probably a sweet summer affair, after which the fairy tale would end and they would find suitable matches, only speaking to each other in dreams. Kate was not the sort of woman who would have entertained the notion of becoming his mistress-- not because she looked down on any of those ladies, but because of the effect her reputation would have had on her sister Edwina.

And Anthony had not been the sort of gentleman to tup only one woman. He sowed his wild oats and had great fun doing it. Had she noticed him, as he had noticed her, he would have pursued her to count her as another notch in his bedpost. He probably would have kept returning to her, rake that he had been, if she'd allowed it.

However, Kate hadn't noticed him and he did not lose any sleep over it; there were so many others who did notice him and more than that, vied for his attention. The few times she seemed to register his presence was when she was on tenant rounds with her father.

That she had been unmoved by his tousled hair and bare forearms had been a source of mild annoyance. Another reason why he had noticed her.

Still, he liked to imagine some sort of world where perhaps he was a farmer (Anthony had difficulty imagining this, truth be told. It was one thing to help on occasion with tenant repairs; it was quite another to have it be one's day to day), or she was a friend of the family's (he had equal difficulty imagining this, as almost all the girls with whom he'd had tepid friendships as a boy turned into the debutantes he refused to marry-- Kate would not have been able to escape a similar fate).

He liked to imagine some world separated from time and all reality, where he and Kate grew up on neighboring estates, visited each other regularly, perhaps had the same lessons (Benedict was very conveniently not in this world at all, as she would have shared lessons with him-- they were the same age-- not Anthony). After lessons, they would wiggle free of their tutors and run screaming through the estate grounds, running and riding and swimming and sledding, basking in the sun with gap-toothed smiles.

They would be best friends and best enemies both, but they would always know each other best. She would be his person-- someone he did not have to share with the ever growing bunch of his brothers and sisters. She might even help him when the army of nursemaids was overwhelmed, his mother at her wit's end, and his father covered in mashed peas; once their job was done, they would sneak away to read together in the library.

Anthony could see it so clearly, almost as though it truly happened: Kate lying on her stomach next to him, feet kicking idly when she turned to the next page and him sounding out the multi-syllabic words they neither understood but pretended to know. The fantasy fell apart completely when he imagined them bundled up in the same bed as children-- even then, Anthony had chronically cold feet. He and Kate would cling to each other on nights the fire burned low.

It was a ridiculous dream; as ridiculous a dream as him courting her, promising himself to her before he went to Oxford. Sometimes his strange dream even took him to her bedside when she was ill, visiting her every day and telling her she had to get better because she was his favorite person in the world, his best friend and he didn't know what he would do if she left the earth. He liked to imagine he would be with her through her most difficult years, a steadfast presence, someone who wouldn't care if she could not have children.

Anthony wasn't sure why he indulged in these fantastical thoughts. They were not grounded in any kind of reality; he knew who he'd been when he was fifteen years of age and steadfast wasn't one of them. If anything, he vacillated between extremes, going from one pole to another depending on the fashion of the time. Anthony had never been principled; he hadn't had to be principled. His father taught him many things, but all those lessons were based on love for family; they said nothing of how to treat one's friends. Ostensibly Edmund had expected Anthony to extrapolate from the foundations he'd provided.

That was the crux of the issue, wasn't it? Anthony had found himself wholly unprepared and wholly overwhelmed by his new role. If Kate had been there, he liked to think she would have been a steadying presence, one who comforted him as much as she guided. He would be grateful for eternity to Mr. Sharma-- but knowing what he knew now-- the brilliance of her willpower, the softness of her body, the curl of her hair and the way her thick eyelashes fluttered in the throes of pleasure. Knowing that he had been starved of affection-- of the unconditional love she gave him so freely, as though it was nothing when it was everything.

He was glad he had it now, in whatever form she was willing to give it; he was greedy and wished he'd also had it then. Wished he'd met her earlier in his life-- earlier in her life, when perhaps she might not have been so set against marrying. When their fathers were still alive and this matter of heirs did not loom over her, leaving her convinced that she could never marry him because to marry him was, in her mind, the same as depriving him of a family when he had more than enough family to spare. Some days, he wished he could give some of his siblings away.

Anthony's social circle had at once expanded beyond reckoning and shrunk to nonexistence when he became Viscount. He inherited all his father's friends and connections-- he inherited even more hangers on, eager to try to exert influence on a young lord-- while simultaneously the friends of his boyhood disappeared. They went on grand tours, they caroused into late hours while he was up late buried in papers, they went whoring while he barely had the energy to fall asleep, he was so tired (Kate was a miracle who somehow cured his insomnia-- it was more likely that he was not so keyed up on his anxiety which allowed him to get a full night's sleep).

If Kate had been his wife from the start, the times would have been difficult, but he liked to imagine they would have weathered it together. If Kate had noticed him as he'd noticed her, and there were a thousand other details changed, impossibilities made possible, circumstances completely remade--

She made a soft snuffling noise as she mashed her face into his collarbone. He couldn't help but laugh silently at the way she frowned in her sleep-- the same expression she'd had a few hours earlier while checking over their books.

It was strange to realize that Anthony had not thought of changing his father's death. Instead, he always thought of the ten thousand ways he would have rearranged circumstances so that he could have Kate with him from the beginning of his life. He loved his father and often missed him, but those days were becoming fewer and further between.

Kate made his days fuller and happier in a way he hadn't known possible. Once a person felt that happiness, they could not help but wonder what life would have been like to have it from the start; could not help but want to have had it from the moment they knew what happiness was. It did not matter that their lives would have taken a different path entirely, that they would be different people altogether because there was a bizarre certainty that no how different they have turned out, they would always be the same to each other.

Anthony understood that Kate had those dreams burned out of her-- she built a life of practicalities because she had no choice. So Anthony could help but dream for both their sakes. He knew her dreams hurt her because they were a different set of impossibilities, ones too painful to contemplate.

Wishing they had met earlier in life was a wistful kind of impracticality, a could-have-been which realistically never would have come to pass. The wishes she had which she dared not speak were as painful as the reason she wished it in the first place.

Anthony merely wished that she had noticed him. He had noticed her, years ago. In his wish, they would have fallen so deeply in love, there would be no choice but to tie their lives together through marriage.

It was a kinder dream, he thought. One which did not cut her to the core because in his dream, she was exactly the same. He could not imagine her any other way. If he could have shared this with her in a way she could understand, if he could explain it to her in a way she would not misconstrue his meaning, he would have. But Kate did not allow herself to wish for anything.

So Anthony kept his wish quiet and only tried to wrap them around her, a protective circle he cast on her while she slept.

Because sometimes he woke in the middle of the night, reaching for her to find she was standing by the window, tears streaked down her face. Kate never told him what she dreamed of that made her cry so much at night, but she didn't have to.

He hated the fever because it had stolen the names of her children: her dreams were cruel enough that the peals of laughter which echoed in her sinew and bones had names, which she heard in his voice. Three little shadows which haunted her and drew her away from him-- three shadows he would have happily destroyed because the way she withdrew from him on those nights and the following days was unbearable.

There was only so much he could say, and so many times he could say it before the heartfelt words lost meaning simply because he repeated them too often.

If they had met earlier, she would believe him. She would know him better than he knew himself. He would already have proven his love for years and years-- she would feel it with the certainty of childhood, adolescence, their teenage years. Doubt would not shake her body until she was shivering like the last leaf in winter.

Anthony would wait for her; he would always wait for her. He knew this; he would wait however long it took for her to know it also.

But he could not help but wish--

That lovely, impossible, unrealistic dream--

Could not help but stand behind her, wrapping them both in a blanket while she cried in front of the window--

He would never say the names of those shades-- because they were not mere shadows which lingered, but malevolent shades which obscured her vision, tortured her heart, made her body ache--

Anthony did not wish to banish the shades. He wanted them to never have existed at all. He wanted them to have been eclipsed by the lifetime they'd already spent together, where she'd noticed that he'd noticed her; she'd noticed he'd fallen in love with her before she ever told him of her barrenness; he'd been given a chance to fall in love with her before she ever told him anything; he was allowed to prove to her exactly how much weight he gave his words and she was allowed to see exactly how much she meant to him;

When his father was alive, when his mother was alive, when her father was alive, and she would know that she had the Eighth Viscount's blessing, and he would have her father's approval, and perhaps doubt might gnaw on occasion but it would not be this separation made of the River Styx, carrying all those dead children she would never have;

Anthony wished they'd met earlier. That she'd noticed him. That he'd have the courage to keep noticing her, up to the day he proposed, up to the day they married and spent all their days racing horses.

Sometimes he wished he was enough-- but that was a wish which hurt too much. So he settled on:

He wished she'd noticed him, as he'd noticed her.

He liked to dream, if their story had been different: that she would see he loved her.

#bridgerton #kathony #fanfiction #governess au

[the-elusive-bones]

Fun Fact abt this AU:

Michael didn’t immediately wake up after Ennard ejected themselves from him! He woke up about to have an autopsy 🤯, needless to say the operator was terrified.

Anyways Michael is technically wanted by the government now!

(aka why so many aliases on top of not wanting to be associated with his father :3)

#fnaf #fnaf au #silence speaks au #michael afton #fnaf fandom #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf sl #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #fnaf 4 #mentions of autopsys lol #autopsy #goverment #i guess #lmao imagine trying to find a zombie

[liquorisce]

Is it just me or is eremika one of the few shonen canon ships where 'cheating trope' isn't only not out of character but very possible in many situations? Mikasa who loves Eren above anyone or anything and Eren who can be a pretty selfish and ruthless guy? I feel like any situation that ended with Mikasa with another guy and Eren returned for a second chance while she's still in a relationship/marriage would end in homewrecking. It just makes too much sense

I defs think it’s possible. The governess au (aruani) that I always wanted to write hinges on the fact that Mikasa is so fucked for eren that she leaves her marriage with armin (they even have a kid) bc at some point she just knows she was lying to herself and her own heart. I legit think she is capable of doing awful things for Eren. Or even if it’s ooc, idc, it’s interesting to explore the slightly unhinged parts of her person.

Bruh I don’t have to tell y’all about eren. He’s crazy, he has no limits bye 🤤

#anonymous conversations #eremika #cheating trope #governess au

[bewitchedhearts]

Won't you be my valentine?

The governess!Mikasa x professor!Eren au.

Read here.

This is a repost since I originally post it on April despite it being centered on Valentine’s jsjsjs and my dear moot suggested an edit instead of a new moodboard.

#eremika #eremika fic #eren x mikasa #eremika fanfic #eremika au #governess mikasa #professor eren