#Seymour Darling

[mosneakers]

Clementine: [staring at the screen in disbelief] This doesn't make any sense. She won… it's official. Kirsten: [with a heavy sigh] Well, I’ll be damned. You kids see the power you wield? You resurrected that Salas bunch, and now we’ve got a damn vampire in office. I'm telling you, it's that Darling family curse, it's no joke.

Salem: Yeah, no one's fucking laughing, mom.

Yellow: [Starts pacing, checking cell phone] Has anyone heard from Coraleye? It’s nearly 4 AM, and she hasn’t checked in. That’s not like her—especially after this long.

Donna, anxiously knitting on the sofa, turns to give her husband a loving glance, striving to keep her tone light and comforting. Donna: We needn't fret, love. She's likely off with Tycho, helping him get his mind off things like lovebirds do— hehe! Yellow: [Sighs] You’re probably right. I’ll give her more time before trying again. I do remember how it felt, being young and utterly smitten. [Grins and cheesily winks at Donna]

Salem: Disgusting.

Donna: You are! [Playfully sticks out tongue]

Seymour, thought to be asleep, croaks a laugh. Salem groans and leans forward, burying her head in her hands.

Out of nowhere, the Darling family landline rings, breaking the silence with a jolt. The unexpected sound causes even the family dog to yelp in surprise. Donna: Oh, heavens! It's alright, Mimsy, that's just the phone. Gave me a scare too; it hardly ever rings. Excuse me, I'll answer it.

Donna gently sets her knitting kit aside, then carefully maneuvers around the jumbled feet and dog, making her way to the foyer to tend to the ringing phone. Yellow tries his daughter’s cellphone once more, as Clementine nudges Salem with her leg. Clementine: What's wrong? Having doubts about resurrecting them? Salem: Of course not. Don’t be stupid. That was the only way I'd get you back. How was I supposed to know it'd get lead to this? She was so different all those years ago.

Donna, usually known for her bravery, suddenly cries out in distress from the foyer, causing Yellow to rush to her side, alarmed. Yellow: Donna, sweetheart! What's wrong? Who called? Donna: That was an officer from the city. We have to go pick up Coraleye right away! There's been a terrible accident. Yellow: What? What happened to her? Is she hurt?

Donna: She's safe, but it sounds like others may have been hurt, and she's rather quite shaken. They wouldn't elaborate, so I guess we'll learn more when we arrive. Oh! Let me just fetch my slippers!

Clementine: Shit, I’m pretty worried… should we tag along? Yellow: We’ll manage. Maybe you all stay here in case anything comes up here. Thanks, Clem. Mom— we'll be right back with Coraleye. Will you be alright getting Dad to bed? Kirsten: Yes, of course, hun. Just get my baby girl back home safe and soon.

Clementine: Ditto. Give her hugs and kisses for me. [Waits for Donna and Yellow to leave] What a crazy night. What do you think went down?

Salem: How should I know.

Clementine: Think it’s connected to Salas winning?

Salem: Most likely. And now that a psychotic vampire is in charge— this is just the beginning. Who knows what she's capable of?

Kirsten: You can say that again. How long is it gonna take before someone addresses that none of us mediums have been able to make contact with Jay Salas? I think the bitch killed her husband. Salem: Mom please, not now. Kirsten: Sorry! Just saying... I have my suspicions. Guess we'll save it for a later season.

Salem exhales heavily, clutching her scalp. Her gaze drifts to the glowing TV screen, where Tatiana's unsettling grin beams back, mocking her hesitation.

Salem: Ugh, fuck! I can’t believe I’m responsible for this fucking shitshow.

Clementine: [Brief silence, eyes transfixed on the screen] …You brought her into this realm.

Salem: …And I’m gonna have to take her out.

[gulnarsultan]

Can you do Yandere Edward Seymour and Yandere King Henry VIII x wife reader having their first Christmas with their children?

Hello dear. I hope you like it.

Henry viii

It was your second Christmas with your husband Henry and your son Prince Richard. In fact, Christmas was a holiday you always celebrated with love. Celebrating Christmas as a Queen was a really different experience. Moreover, it was your first Christmas with a baby in your womb. You were so happy and excited. The palace was cleaned from top to bottom and decorated magnificently. For Christmas, King Henry had literally bought a room full of gifts for you, Prince Richard and the baby. You couldn't decide what to buy for your husband. You decided to ask your husband what he wanted for Christmas. In his answer, he said that you, Prince Richard and the baby were the most wonderful gifts for him. In fact, you had a wonderful Christmas that you will never forget. The only wish you had for Christmas was to have a happy and healthy life with your husband and family.

Edward Seymour

Edward, it was your first Christmas with you and your son Henry. Edward never got tired of telling him that you had already given him the perfect gift for Christmas. Your son Henry and you were the perfect gifts for him that he would never forget for the rest of his life. The mansion was completely decorated for Christmas. You celebrated part of the holiday at the Palace and part at the mansion. When evening came, the two of you were lying on the furs in front of the fireplace. You were snuggled up against Edward's chest. You both watched the fire dance in the fireplace. Your wish for this Christmas was for your family to be together and happy.

[lemonsiskull]

Decided to finally post my silly guy Danny!

[crisiscutie]

Incorrect Dissidia AU quotes

*When Dissidia Darling is out of earshot*

Seymour: Lord Sephiroth, I must discuss a matter of concern with you, and I implore you not to become angry (I cannot emphasize that enough). That's a nice sword, by the way... Now, onto the subject: while you entrusted me with Darling, I may have kissed her...

Sephiroth: ... *stabs him* 👿

Seymour: *gasps* And then her eyes turned pink-

Sephiroth: ...You dare touch what is mine? *stabs him again*

Seymour: STOP STABBING ME! 😡

[philhoffman]

Philip Seymour Hoffman photographed for Entertainment Weekly, September 2005

[not-wholly-unheroic]

11 wendy darling, tiger lily & jane darling

11. Faceclaim

This one was hard! In the Disney verse, Peter and Hook have some very distinct and obvious features that I took into consideration when trying to find the right faceclaim, but Wendy, Tiger Lily, and Jane are a little more generic looking in the face. (No shockingly red hair like Disney Pan or Hook’s dark curls and exaggerated features to go on.) Also, I’m gonna give a disclaimer and say that most of the faceclaims for these kids are no longer actually an appropriate age to play them (because I don’t know of very many child actors currently in the appropriate age range). Not 100% satisfied with these, but I tried to do the best I could.

Wendy Darling (child) - Isabelle Allen

She has the right hair and eye color and the sort of delicate, feminine features that Wendy possesses. Also I loved her in Les Mis as young Cosette, so I might be biased but she can pull off an absolutely adorable, sweet, gentle kid.

Wendy Darling (adult, as in Return to Neverland) - Jane Seymour

What can I say? I grew up watching Dr. Quinn and in that show, she definitely pulls off the mom vibes. Very “do no harm, take no BS” which is what Wendy’s attitude always has been. Also she just has the perfect face for it.

Jane Darling - Georgie Henley

Disney’s Jane has more reddish hair than her mom as well as slightly more rounded and tomboyish features. I think Georgie fits the bill perfectly.

Tiger Lily - Jashaun St. John

I definitely wanted to go with an actual Native American actress here, but admittedly, I don’t know of many so my choices were rather limited, but I think Jashaun has the right look for the part. She has the rounded, childlike features and while she’s pretty, she usually seems to prefer to show off her natural look without a lot of extra makeup or flashiness. She has the simple beauty of someone who is naturally confident in who she is.

[aphroditelovesu]

How many children would Yandere historical Men wish they had? If the fem-reader wanted five or more children. What would the historical Men reaction be?

Characters- Edward Seymour, King Henry V, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon, Lorenzo De Medici and Francesco Pazzi?

Hmm... I guess it really depends but I would say they would all like to have lots of children with her but they know it's quite common for a woman to die in childbirth so they would keep that in mind.

❝divider by: @cafekitsune

Edward Seymour ♡

Edward would like to have at least two children, both sons. He would like to have daughters with his beloved, but he would prioritize sons to keep his family in power. If his wife wants to have more than five children, he would be fine with that. The more children you have, the more tied and dependent you will be to him.

King Henry V ♡

Henry would like to have several children with his beloved, mainly because he is a Monarch and needs to keep his royal lineage continuing. If his darling wants to have more than five children, that's great! Henry would probably like to have at least ten children. Even though he is terrified at the thought of you passing away in childbirth, he still wants to have a huge family with his darling.

Napoleon Bonaparte ♡

Napoleon wants to have at least one son to also maintain his power through a male heir. He doesn't have a specific number of children he would like to have with his darling, at least one is certain. But if you want to have more than five children, Napoleon will be fine with the idea. The more the merrier, right?

King Henry VIII ♡

Henry wants a male heir above all else and when you give him that, he won't worry about the idea of ​​having more children unless you bring up the idea to him. Henry would be so caught up in the joy of finally having his dream son that he wouldn't think about his next children. However, I imagine he would like to have at least one more son, just in case. Henry would be worried about having more than five children because he fears losing you but he won't be against it if you want him to.

Charles Brandon ♡

Charles really isn't worried about the idea of ​​children at the moment, he's more focused on enjoying his wife and spending as much time as he can with her and he's well aware that he would have to share his attention with a child. However, he knows that he needs to continue his lineage and that's why I see him wanting to have only two children, three at most. He wouldn't like it more than that and mainly because he knows how dangerous childbirth is and this man can't lose you under any circumstances.

Lorenzo de' Medici ♡

Lorenzo wants to have many children with his darling and there is no discussion about that. Eight children at least, that's what he wants. Coming from a powerful family, I don't see him putting the Medici's power at risk because of the lack of descendants. Although he doesn't want to risk your life in childbirth, he will still have many children with you. Lorenzo likes to see you pregnant because it just affirms that you belong to him.

Francesco Pazzi ♡

Francesco would like to have a considerable number of children with his darling. At least four children, but he's not opposed to having more if that's what you want. He loves you and wants to make you, so if having more than five kids is what you want, who is he to judge? Francesco just needs confirmation that it won't kill you. He couldn't bear to lose the woman he loves.

[szasfuckingwife]

DESIRE- pt 1

KING!SATORU X QUEEN READER

WARNINGS: arranged marriage, minor misogyny, dysfunctional family relationship

A/N: I am quite excited for this series, lets just see if I don’t give up on it halfway through, lol

series master list —> part two

It was far late from noon when one of your ladies ran into your room. Just when you thought your duties for the day were done, here comes another. Although it may seem easy living in your estate as princess with a thousand maids at your beck and call, you were also being groomed and moulded to be the best queen for your country.

“Your highness, your father writes to you.” She has a white letter in her hands. Knowing her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she opened the letter and read it herself.

A sigh leaves your lips as you hear it’s from your father, the king. Feigning a healthy father-daughter relationship was harder than it looks. In reality, you hadn’t seen your father regularly since he sent you to live in Seymour Manor when you were four. The only times you recall seeing him is during galas and balls where his attention is caught between the fine port being served or being involved in a dance, not you.

Your thumb grazed over the red Royal seal that your father was known for. Reluctantly, you open the letter, reading the words carefully.

To my darling daughter,

I hope the standards and degree of the manor has provided you with the upmost guidance as you reach this new age of womanhood. I wish to see you again as we approach our new season.

However, I do not write you to discuss your wellbeing, unfortunately. I wish to discuss your betrothal to Sir Satoru Gojo of the Gojo clan. His father, the head of the Gojo clan, wishes to see you and his son marry before the year ends.

I will not hasten you, daughter. But, as princess of our great kingdom, I do wish to see what you will do once you become queen. More importantly, if you will produce an heir that will continue our great monarchy. I rest assured knowing the nannies and ladies at Seymour Manor have groomed you into being the perfect wife to Satoru and the perfect queen for our nation.

May God be with you,

Your father.

This is the 5th letter he’s sent about this Satoru Gojo since some months ago. You crumble it up and throw it behind you, like you’ve done before. Who is he to rush you into marrying a man you’ve never met? You’ve hardly ‘met’ with your father.

“Augusta, remind our mailman that I will not receive any more letters from my father-” “But, your highness..” Your maid interrupts.

You look at her softly, “My father must be having you all nervous. Trust me, Augusta, that man is not to be feared. Oh, are you scared? You shouldn’t be. Tell the mailman it is the princess’ direct orders.”

“Your highness…” She sighs. “A carriage awaits you outside from the palace. Along with your bags…”

She sees your features soften as you come to the realisation. The joints in your body stiffened up as you blinked at her a couple more times, trying to spot dishonesty. But, to no avail.

You were getting sent down to the palace, whether you liked it or not.

“My lady-” “Very well.” You purse your lips as you exit the room.

The manor became smaller and smaller as you begin your journey. Memories of you playing with toys when you were a toddler and running around in the outside fields plague your mind.

It was home. No mother. No father. No worries. Just the maids and nannies raising you into the open minded woman you are. They were the mother(s) you never had. It made you fear how quickly your happiness could be snatched away.

“Excited, my lady?” Your father’s footman asked. God knows why he was selected to chaperone your travel. He saw you glare at him before returning your gaze back yo the window.

“Take this as an opportunity, your highness. Soon, you will be married and produce a surplus amount of heirs for your kingdom.” He says, a little too excitedly.

You sigh. “James?”

He sits up, “Yes, my lady?”

“Stop talking.” You sarcastically smile.

As you arrive to the palace, you see your father stand outside the front stairs of the palace. He looks mighty in his royal clothing, a proud smile adorns his face as your carriage comes to a stop, like he raised you.

It was unnerving seeing your father standing alone. It was just last winter where your mother succumb to a terrible illness and met her maker. If you weren’t in this predicament you’re in now, you’d count that as the most depressive moment in your life.

Your father’s footman offered his hand, helping you step out of the carriage. The king speed walked down the steps, grinning from ear to ear. You curtsey in front of him, almost second nature to you.

“Hello, father,” the words leave your mouth bitterly. “How are you?”

“Better now you are here, darling.” His eyes squinted as he smiled. “Please, tell me, how was your travel?”

Another fake smile plasters your face, “A little home sick. However, I was fine.”

His fave dropped, “Well, this is your home now, dear. You are at rest when you are here.”

You watch him as he takes a deep breath in, “That is good. Well, what are you all waiting for?! Accompany my daughter with her things as she settles into her new home.”

You’re left with your thoughts as you sit on your new bed. The only thing that comes to mind is how your freedom is gone and now in the hands of this Satoru Gojo.

Wonders of his appearance come flooding into your mind. What would he look like? He could be some scrawny adolescent. No, your father couldn’t give the title of ‘King’ to a child. Maybe he was an old man. As old as your father. His belly round and his hair fading.

Goosebumps plague your skin as someone suddenly walks into your room.

“My lady, the garments have arrived.” A maid walks in.

Your brow raises, “Garments? I did not send for garments.”

She smiles, “My apologies, your betrothed sent them.” Some more people walk in, holding beautiful dresses. They contrast your everyday dresses you wear back home, where the thoughts of marriage never crossed your mind and days ended when you passed out in the fields.

“My betrothed..?”

“He sent these for you to wear tonight during dinner. It’ll be you, him, his mother and father and of course, the King.” She says merrily. “He must be enamoured by your beauty.”

Your brow rises, the fabric used is clearly expensive and foreign. Silky satin and the brightest purple that has ever met the eye. It was all too grand. A huge contrast from your country-house dresses you grew to love.

But beautiful nonetheless.

Whoever this Gojo Satoru was, he was playing his cards right.

Everything tells you to run out of the palace gates as you head downstairs for dinner. If you took off your shoes, you could make it to the town hall. Or was it the boutique?

It had been so long you’ve forgotten what surrounds the palace. Soldiers would definitely catch you within seconds.

A sound of laughters interrupts your thoughts. It’s your father’s and someone else’s. Before you could even breathe into the room, you are held back as you remember you are to be announced.

“Her highness, Princess Y/N!” A butler announced.

All murmurs stop as you walk in the room. The Gojo clan stood up upon your arrival. You noticed the smiles of the mother and the father and then your eyes landed on a man no other suitor could compare to.

His hair was snow white, it reminded you of snowy days where you cosied up to the fire place. His eyes were cerulean, bright and blue. But his stare made you feel small. The way he looked at you, like he was analysing your demeanour, how you walked, how you carried yourself.

They all bowed as you took your seat. “Pleasure to meet you, your highness.” The head of the Gojo clan grinned. “Your father has spoken highly of you. He’s assured you will be the perfect fit for our son.”

So, this is the infamous Satoru Gojo. The way they spoke of him, as if he is the prize. It was hard to not be egotistical considering you were, quite frankly, the future queen.

“Yes. This is a momentous occasion. We are currently witnessing the start of the of the next generation. I’m confident that Gojo will be a great king.”

You sit there, waiting for your father to mention you and how great you will take care of your kingdom. But your wishes were never grabted, they moved onto another topic swiftly.

Throughout dinner, Satoru kept locking eyes with you. Even with the jokes and banter your father and his were throwing about, his eyes lured you back in.

“We are to discuss the date of the wedding, and then the coronation. It should be quick and around the same time, we don’t want to string this along any more than we have.” The king spoke with a certain dominance that shook the bones of everyone in the room, but you of course.

Gojo’s father nodded, “Of course, your majesty. And may I thank you again for recognising Satoru as capable of being king.”

You clearly have missed a plethora of conversations and rumours of Satoru becoming king. “Yes, I see Satoru as the son I never had. He’s most capable of carrying this kingdom to glory.”

Satoru smiles for the first time during dinner, “I’m sure I’ll do that with the help of your daughter, your majesty. Every king needs his queen.”

You want to scoff.

“Of course. And then, hopefully, we’ll see Princess Y/N withchild very soon.” His father spoke. It made you sick how they spoke about you as if you weren’t there.

Suddenly, you felt something wet on your lap. As you look down, you notice the burgundy red wine staining your blush pink gown.

Gojo’s mother gasped, “Oh no, your gown..” You wonder if she was even worried about you embarrassing yourself or rather the fact her family spent a pretty dime on was ruined by your carelessness.

You take a deep breath in, already frustrated from the lack of communication regarding your own marriage and your father’s lack of awareness. “Pardon my absence for one moment..”

The party watches as you stand up and leave abruptly. Satoru notices as your father mumbles something about you being dramatic and unladylike. “I shall go check on her.” Satoru suggests.

“Satoru, you shouldn’t-” “I’m only to check on her welfare. She seemed conflicted tonight.”

The Gojo parents turn to look at the king who is now slumped over in his seat, “Very well.”

You seek comfort under the stars on a balcony, the atmosphere downstairs was too suffocating. It seemed you were a pawn in this big crown game.

“My lady.”

You gasp as you turn around to see the very man you grew to despise in a short amount of time. “Must you cut up my peace..?”

Satoru walked towards you slowly, “It’s a shame the dress is stained…This is the one I wanted you to specifically wear.”

His attempts at flirting made you sick. “I would thank you for the dress. But seeing its already ruined, I don’t think my appreciation would go far.”

Satoru nodded, “It is alright. Did you like your dresses? Were they a good fit? If not, I can get my men to-”

You hold up a hand, “Leave the other two. They are sufficient for gardening.”

He breathed out a chuckle, “Your highness, did I do something to offend you? If so, I do apologise. My father raised me to be a gentleman.”

Nothing leaves your lips as he responds. No smart remark, No rolling of your eyes, nothing. He was nicer than he seemed during dinner. However, you didn’t know what to trust. But something inside you told you to build some sort of relationship with him, considering you two will rule a nation together.

You scoffed as you remain your gaze on the environment, “Gentlemen? You…You hardly know me, why do you wish to be wed?”

“You are really magnificent, Y/N.” He whispers. The absence of formalities and honourifics threw you off immensely. He was now very close to you. It was only now you noticed how tall he was. “If I was just a commoner, I’d still want you as my bride.”

You blink up at him, “Satoru, if I am to be your bride, you can leave the theatrics at home. I’m not a child, I will not fall for such…dishonesty!”

“Dishonesty?” He chuckles once more, stroking the side of his face with his gloved hand, “Have you been like this with other suitors or just me?”

You look away. You’ve never had other suitors. Only him.

“Pardon me, Satoru, but I must go to my chambers. The sun is resting, and I shall rest with it. You don’t want to stop the future queen from receiving her sleep.” You begin to walk away from him.

“Trust me your highness, once wed, I plan to.” He mumbled.

Satoru sees you turn around swiftly staring at him with confusion. If it weren’t for his good looks, you would’ve sent the guards to behead him as quickly as possible. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, you walk away.

[air-mechanical]

Fresh new Queen Jane Seymour

- asking if Cromwell would like to kiss her hand...or... something..? Is this what I'm supposed to say as Queen? Is this what you're supposed to do?

- overcome with puzzlement and discomfort about Mary referring to her as her mother because that can't be possible, there's only 7 years between them, darling husband Henry I don't understand let me whisper shyly for your advice.

- waiting for Mary to leave the room first even though she has seniority.

Every time Jane behaved like a scared simpleton who's only just learnt that shoes go on your feet, it's in front of people. Her court. The King and his court. She makes a show of being so much less than what she is. She's spent her life around nobles and royalty and the court. She knows the rules inside out. Pretending that she doesn't is her survival tactic.

[mosneakers]

The hot summer sun cast a warm glow over the privileged patrons of the Sunset Valley Country Club. The Darling sisters, growing like weeds every day, splashed in the pool, blissfully unaware of the silent disapproval of onlookers.

Morgana Wolff gazed with adoration, as the heavily pregnant Agnes Darling basked in the warm rays of the sun. "Goodness Agnes, you're just glowing." She admired.

"Oh, quit it, you!" Agnes scoffed.

"No, I mean it!" Morgana added. "Your complexion looks flawless, and that hair of yours is so shiny and bouncy. Must be those vitamins you've been taking."

Agnes's mind flashed back to a memory of some old wives' tale Bianca Crumplebottom had shared with her the last time the Crumplebottom Sisters paid a visit:

"Blossoming in the bottom of the belly, a daughter spends her time mimicking her mother's actions, and thieving her of her divine beauty. Yet, a son nestled within, enchants his mother with radiant grace."

"Well it's because I'm having a boy, if you believe in nonsense." Agnes replied with an irritable eyeroll.

"That's absurd, darling. You were gorgeous through all your pregnancies." She grinned. Morgana had always been a loyal friend to Agnes, but it was when Agnes was with child, that a particular instinct within Morgana kicked in. She protected Agnes fiercely, especially during the day when Erik was away at work, faithfully concealing her own longing for the maternal bliss Agnes experienced.

Agnes dismissed the old wives' tales as archaic and superstitious. The gender of her child held no importance to her; life had already given her everything she could ever want.

As anticipation grew, Agnes delved into nesting, transforming her makeshift painting studio and home office into a charming little nursery adorned with sunny shades of yellow.

There were various reactions elicited upon announcing the impending arrival of the third Darling child, though the predominant sentiments were ones of joy and support.

...Mostly. With Agnes and Erik dedicating so much of their time to preparing for the new baby, the soon-to-be Darling middle child was left to her own devices, seeking life-long attention from the lurking shadows of her mind...

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[gulnarsultan]

How would History Men Defend Your Honor?

Characters- Edward Seymour, King Henry V, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon, Ivan The Terrible and Peter The Great

It's a very good request. I hope you like it.

Men who will shed less blood to protect your honor. (But this does not mean that they will not do anything. These men mostly destroy the reputation, soul and psychology of their crimes.)

Charles Brandon, Edward Seymour, Henry v.

To protect your honor, these men will shed blood and torture.

Ivan the Terrible, Peter the Great, Henry viii, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte.

It is especially scary to encounter the anger of Ivan and Peter. It was for these two men that I felt like writing. 🤭

[frickingnerd]

yandere seymour kidnapping his darling

pairing: seymour guado x gn!reader

a/n: seymour is such a fun villain, i love him so much <3

seymour might've kidnapped you and forced you to live with him, but he's trying to allow you as many things as he can

while you're trapped in his home, he wants you to be able to live a comfortable life, eating the best food the world has to offer and only wearing the finest clothes

seymour even allows you as much alone time as you desire. he knows that eventually you'll go insane if you got nobody to talk to and you'll come running to him!

it takes a while until you slowly start to wonder if seymour is as bad as you first thought. he does treat you well, so maybe…

when you first approach seymour, he couldn't be happier! yet he doesn't let it show, simply smiling calmly, as you ask to spend time with him

soon, the two of you begin to spend more time together. and before you know it, you've fallen for the man that kidnapped you!

you try not to show it, conflicted about your own feelings for seymour

but he knows how you feel about him. he's watching you so closely that nothing gets past him! especially not those longing glances of yours…

[crisiscutie]

Incorrect Dissidia AU quotes

*After Seymour offered Dissidia Darling a summon crystal*

Sephiroth: ...You. *His cold voice drips with malice* Stop talking to Darling. I am the one who guides her.

Seymour: I offered no guidance to her, only the item she sought. Besides, Lady Darling is a dear companion of mine. I will do no such thing.

Sephiroth: If it's despair you want, you'll get it!

Sephiroth and Seymour: FOR WHAT!? I SEE HOW YOU LOOK AT HER, SO NOW YOU'RE HER MENTOR YOU THINK YOU CAN MONOPOLIZE HER SO NO ELSE CAN ENLIGHTEN HER! SHE IS MY DOLL! PERHAPS I DO ADMIRE LADY DARLING AND WOULD MAKE FOR A BETTER MENTOR-

Sephiroth: SHEWILLBECOMEMYGODDESSANDBIRTHACALAMITYTOBRINGDESPAIRFORALL. I WILL BECOME ONE WITH HER!

Seymour: ಠ_ಠ?

Sephiroth: Just stop talking to her...

If Darling was exuding her JENOVA scent, this scenario would've played out very differently for poor Seymour.

[jamesfrain]

Hi, if you are still taking requests for the Mirror and the Light, please could you do something fo Jane Seymour and Cromwell?

Thanks

Hi, Darling. Of course. I hope you like it. (link) I'm going to make more edits of them in episode one.

[flowerandblood]

I see you still don't see my point and keep twisting my words to show your brainless fans how great you are because you are afraid they'll see who you really are. The truth is you won't feel the need to write your fantasies about reader being dominated by masculine and violent aemond if your husband was satisfying for you. We all know why Stephanie Meyer or E.L.James started to write their wish fulfillment fantasy. They weren't able to get something great from men in their life so they created naive, helpless and stupid characters to try to experience something this way. I've got a huge list of how your readers imitate bella and/or anastasia so you could live your dream of being dominated in bed and manipulated this way. If it turns you on, fine. As if the only way to get a men is to be obedient good girl. Well I'll tell you a secret, you don't need to offer yourself on golden tray to have him on his knees. But majority of women just like to be weak, play the victim and just be passive, lying in bed accepting things. Patriarchy is still strong. And one of your answers proved that I am right. "In my opinion, a woman who "fights and opposes in such times" will simply be punched in the face, because who is she in relation to her husband? I approach it logically, not with dreams of what it might have been like if feminism had existed back then. I don't think this makes my characters weak - they try to cope with what they have." Darling, fighting and opposing in such times doesn't have one face. I've never said lady B has to fight with aemond with sword. i meant feminine way. how do you think women get their power, like Anne Boleyn, Hürrem Sultan, Elizabeth Woodville? They weren't known for their beauty. However they possessed only 1 thing beauty will never replace - intelligence. If they were stupid they'd never be anything more than baby machines and sex toys. But they were smart, used all they had and achieved more than any of thousands poor distressed nobodys. They show determination, resilience and self reliance which allowed them gain something in very patriarchal society. They understood men's games and beat them at their own misogynistic games. That's why there are so many films, tv shows or books about Anne Boleyn and zero about Jane Seymour and her uninteresting story of serving men, her lord and king. And I am afraid that's what Alys will do with Aemond once she will got her claws in him. Good for her. I hope you'll be enjoying her ruling with her pussy. Maybe take a note from her. Lady B fighting with Aemond with swords it's pointless, she would lose anyway. I mean at this point, after 50 chapters, I think you purposely keep lady B in place of no growth. She doesn't know how much power is between her legs, she hasn't learned anything about aemond (if she had learned she would have manipulated him, but this is too complicated for her poor brain) and men in general (despite being close to her father and brother) and at this point I think she's just being intentionally dumb. Feminism didn't exist back then but if you think writing about a character with Stockholm syndrome and martyr syndrom makes her or this story great you are mistaken. There is no honour in just existing, bearing things, being manipulated and lied to and then you try to tell readers it's liberating. Darling, I see you encountered abusive and terrible men throughout your lifetime who made you believe such things but another secret from me: women are able to gain nearly anything if only they learn men have always had problem with women they couldn't control. You know I really pity you, men in your life must've hurt you a lot so you decide to write a story which message is: just accept it, even if he emotionally abused you you should be thanking him. You just show how you perpetuate patriarchy in simplest way possible. Accept scrumbs from men's tables, beg for their attention and you won't be neither loved nor respected. But you don't seem to mind at all, so there's no difference for you in there.

I can't believe you devoted half an hour of your life to write such bullshit, feeling like Plato, thinking that you sound smart and can make ma sad. I'm impressed. I didn't read even half of this gibberish, I thought you were an unfulfilled woman after you started writing about my sex life and relationship with my husband.

Next anon from you and I will block you, so this is our farewell post my love 💐💐💐💐

I love how you humiliated yourself with this message and how you showed the level of your criticism

[skulkingfoxes]

Madam Alice be like, "Seymour, darling, you're not infodumping properly. Allow me..."

There is an art to the info dump! Seymour will learn. Meanwhile Alice is a master in telling people exactly what they need to know.