#elizabeth x francis

[mrsvnk]

Sketch: Brick by brick

When I was writing fic, I wanted to draw this scene. The truth is, it belongs to the end of the story, lol.

I would also like to share some headcanons which are precanons (and canons in other fics for me).

Fencing affected Lizzy. She has muscles which are safely hidden under her clothes. They can be replaced and felt when Lizzy prefers shirts for convenience and less visibility. And yes, if they fail the Watchdog mission, you know what Ciel was staring at during the ambush.

When his relationship with Lizzy becomes truly romantic, it will be a series of embarrassments. Lizzy in a relationship, when she realizes that she can do, will be the gas, Ciel will be the brake. Sometimes it's hard for him to realize that this love is dedicated to him, that he deserves this love.

After the disappearance of the twins as heirs, the Watchdog's affairs passed to Elizabeth, Francis's daughter, as a relative and bride. At first, her mother helped her. Elizabeth knows that Ciel is doing the job of Watchdog, but Ciel doesn't know that she is doing it too. The ice between them broke after Luxury Liner Arc, but not all the cards were revealed. Her Majesty's little contribution has been made here.

Spoiler: The first awkward conversations after the Blue Arc between Ciel and Lizzy will take place in the garden. Both were in a state of awareness and acceptance of events, because both eventually met with the past and the present, which presented them with a choice that weighed on them. In fact, Ciel was really worried about Elizabeth's passive behavior, thinking that she would still leave him. However, Lizzy was just thinking about her past behavior and what she wants to do in the future to overcome all this. She really wanted to get to know the boy who had returned to her again, without tag of the Real Ciel.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Cousin mother reader

How would Ceil other family members ( Edward, Elizabeth,Freancist Maiford ) and meet the found forgotten branch of the Phantomhive ( baby cousin who is still young and his beautiful young mother who is still trying to convince the young Earl to get them out of the family registry), as obvious of they are from the States

It'll be interesting if you mix with the Native American mother as the child will have eye color similar to Rachel eye color, and asked for some help from Francis to convince Ceil to disown them so they could go back to America but no success

Cousin Mother Reader Meeting the Family | Yandere Black Butler

They might be considered your in-laws but their family right? They’ll understand your pain, right? Be willing to be the words of reason to a boy in over his head…right?:

Francis Midford

“Please (Y/n), have you lost your sense of decorum? Know your place.”

She admires you in actuality 

which is why she avidly commits to speaking with you often

It is also why she has a tendency to force you into the role she wants for you

Deep down though she enjoys the seniority over you

She’s been a mother longer than you, yes

She’s been a woman in nobility, yes

So you should only rely on her 

After all, she isn’t the only one cheering on your escape

Elizabeth Midford

“That can’t be true! I-i’m sure Ciel is just trying to protect you!” 

Is so torn

She thinks you’re so cool, so smart, and so eloquent–being a lawyer and all

But Ciel can’t be wrong

She could listen to you lecture and raves about the ‘corrupt’ system for hours

When she first met you dashing to cover you in pink, you stopped her with such grace and beauty 

It was fine you look beautiful in every color

She loves you even when you were in a rage

She did help Sebastian restrain you but she really is on your side

So keep talking to her

Keep praising her

Only think of her!

Edward Midford

“A woman such as yourself shouldn’t be doing this kind of work! If anything you may rely on me!” 

He’s enthralled by you+ mildly interested in you

Your will and presence make any man especially him want to come to your aid

Since you’re so eager to get away from Ciel

A wonderful trait he wishes Elizabeth shared 

he’ll take you away from him…as his wife

Don’t recoil this is the only way

He agrees you’re future shouldn’t be decided by Ciel 

It should be him

And only him

[dragonlikeleaves]

hellloooooooo doomed yaoi

[dqrkncss666]

Welcome to another Theory Show with Dora on crack.

Today we will talk about this:

So.

WHERE IS FRANCIS?!

As we can see we have Claudia P. and Cedric K. Ros- something, they have done the deed and created Vincent.... Where is FRANCIS?!

As we see on the family tree, again, Vincent continues to marry Rachel and have the Phantomhive twins. WHERE IS FRANCIS?!

Shouldn't she have been on Vincent's left?

Now, if we go with the theory that Cedric is, in fact, the Undertaker then this could be an error Yana made or, over here, the German shinigamis are following ONLY O/Ciel's bloodline going up to his father and then going up to his grandmother. Which is a logical explanation as to why Francis is not there. This is the best scenario and the one I like to believe.

But what if Undertaker is not actually Cedric and Francis not being on there is on purpose? What if Claudia wasn't faithful to her legal husband Cedric and had an affair with the Undertaker creating an illegitimate daughter?

Without having done any research, I personally believe that this would explain why Francis married out of the Phantomhive family so quickly. She had no title and her position and the family's reputation were on the verge of scandal. Her marrying Alexis Midford and becoming a Marquisses would not allow any time for anyone to question her legitimacy and of course, keeping the family name clean.

Could her wedding with Alexis have been merely to cover up her mother's doing? Maybe Claudia betrothed her to Alexis when Francis was a baby so she could be sure her daughter would never face any problems with her title and fortune being on the verge.

But then we come over to Vincent, does he know his sister is his half-sister?

Over to the Undertaker now, if this theory is true why is he protecting the Phantomhives only and not the Midfords as well? Did he protect them "off-camera" as we say, in the Campania? Will we see it in a flashback?

Does the British Shinigami dispatch have knowledge of this family tree? Why have we never seen anyone speaking of it? They clearly don't know anything.

DOES FRANCIS KNOW?! Is that why every time she sees the Undertaker her face changes? Does she hate him? Perhaps she thinks he is the one who ruined the Phantomhive family and her future.

If this theory is true, are we gonna have a chapter (when Yana finally comes back from her hiatus because she clearly wrote herself into a wall) of Francis arguing with the Undertaker about him ruining her family and making her an illegitimate daughter with no title and no fortune? Him trying to comfort his daughter and calm her anger down and finally seeing those two be kind to one another?

But this is merely a theory after I got crack. We will see. :>

[deusa-astaroth666]

I did :D

Hater dos Midfords com orgulho❤️

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[catherinetheprincessofwales]

9 Royal Mary’s of history - Reigning and Consorting: -> 1. Mary of Burgundy: Consort of Maximilian I, Holy Roman Emperor (1457–1482). -> 2. Mary of Hungary (Mary of Habsburg): Queen consort of Louis II of Hungary and Bohemia (1505–1558). -> 3. Mary I of England: Reigned 1553–1558 (1516–1558). -> 4. Mary of Guise: Queen consort of James V of Scotland, regent for Mary, Queen of Scots (1515–1560). -> 5. Mary, Queen of Scots: Reigned 1542–1567 (1542–1587). -> 6. Mary II of England: Reigned 1689–1694 (1662–1694). -> 7. Mary of Modena: Queen consort of James II of England, regent for James Francis Edward Stuart (1658–1718). -> 8. Mary of Teck (Queen Mary): Consort of George V of UK, reigned 1910–1936 (1867–1953). -> 9. Mary Elizabeth Donaldson (Queen Mary): current Queen consort of Frederick X of Denmark since 14th January 2024 (1972-).

[ricardian-werewolf]

Take Me to War.

Chapter 1: If not to heaven, then Hand in Hand to hell.

Gwayne Hightower X Original Female Character. (slow burn, Medieval perceptions of marriage and womanhood)

Sunne in Splendour x House of the Dragon.

Word count: 3.48k words.

AN| This is the first time the author has written for Gwayne Hightower, so please be kind! The author also only has a surface level knowledge of House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones, so please be courteous when making comments or suggestions. The Author is a history student with a special interest in the Wars of the Roses and Ricardian sources, so knowledge of that period will be largely correct.

Summary:

Reeling from the battle of Bosworth Field, fifteen year old Cecily-Anne is a princess without her throne, family, or hope. Forced to play her hand with both hands tied; a seemingly mystical intercession forces her into a world that is shockingly similar to the England she knows, yet also drastically different. It is there as a mere lady in waiting, that she is forced to pick a side in a war that has been played over in her England for decades. It remains to see as to whom will come out from this "Dance of Dragons," unscathed and whole.

Tws: Brutal violence, implied sexual violence, sexism of the medieval period, religious mention, brutality.

Taglist: @lordbettany, @rmelster, @portiaadams, @mihrsuri

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Blood flecked Cecily-Anne’s face, her skirts and hands. She stared down at her palms, running them together as if she wished to clear the mess. Raising her head, she could only stare in wide-eyed horror as Henry Tudor’s sword drove its tip into her father’s chest. The crunch caused her to flinch visibly. No one had bothered to remove her from the camp, to put her into sanctuary. All of the chaos of the battle had left her here. She was supposed to have only observed the preliminary actions and then been swiftly retired to the nearby Grayfriars priory in Leicester. 

But now she stood at the hands of the most likely man next to kill her.

Or wed her. He could wait, for certes. She was only ten-and-five years, not even yet showing signs of womanhood. But to a country teetering blindly towards anarchy, this was the only movement forward to solve so many problems. However, as she shifted uneasily from foot to foot. With her skirts turning soiled with the still-warm blood of her father, Cecily remembered Elizabeth Woodeville’s many daughters. Maybe he would choose one of them, and leave her well enough alone. Maybe clemency would work with this…. Bastard of a prince?

She would refuse to bend her knees and acknowledge him as the god-chosen king. No. The rite of the crown would go to Teddy. Or passing him, Meg. She would need to make arrangements, seek out Johnny and Kathryn. They would need to know of Richard’s death.

Suddenly, a hand clenched around her upper arm and she shrieked, blindly lashing out. 

“My lady, please!” A voice hissed. Female, french sounding. Véronique de Crécy. Cecily looked up into the lady-servant’s face and caught the tears forming on her lashes. “Do not cry out. You have been granted the right of sanctuary with the nearby nunnery. They are doing this out of the mercy of your womanhood, Chérie.”

“Mercy?” Cecily hissed as Véronique dragged her from the battlefield. She could only watch silently with doe-wide eyes as her father’s corpse was stripped to the flesh. Then, it was dumped over the back of a steed. “No-” She began to scream, thrashing in her mother’s servant's arms. Another hand clamped over her lips, silencing her.

“Do not make a sound, Princess. Keep very, very quiet.” Francis Lovell hissed. “It is horrific, yes, but this is what Tudor dictates, and we must bend the knee or be slaughtered.” He effortlessly dragged her through the leagues of white-tented campsites to a waiting horse and litter. Mistress Burgh, who had tended to her since infancy, examined her skirts silently. 

“By the holy mother-” She began, then looked into Cecily-Anne’s whitened face. “Come, lovely. We must be getting you home.” 

“My F-father-” Cecily jerked her head up as she watched the white rose being put to the torch. Suddenly, the fight drained from her and she fell to her knees, the veil of her hennin swimming about her face like gossamer wings. “No, please, No!” She sobbed, wrenching off her hennin and veil with a firm tug. Her hair fell from its pins, spilling about her face.

“What is the meaning of this?” A voice sneered. “I find it most…” Cecily looked up into the face of a man who she would forever remember. Standing over her, clad in plate armour of pure silver with work of ferns and ivy was Thomas Builder, retitled Thomas Melbourne. A minor lord, he had backed her father until the end, and then revealed his hand when Tudor had taken the advantage. His eyes gleamed like emeralds in the watery sunlight shimmering overhead, and he bent down to lift her chin. 

“Unfaithful to your late Father, Princess.” His voice was velvety, meant to be soothing. But it merely made Cecily more vicious, more angered. She whacked his hand aside and bared her teeth. She raised her hand, and formed a fist. Her father’s knights who had served him now formed a Testudo around her. 

“Ah, princess.” Melbourne sneered again. “These men are traitors. They ought not rush to thy defence.”

“They shall.” Cecily rose on unsteadily feet, but squared her shoulders. The moment of grief within her was pushed down deep inside her, and she shut it away. She would not allow herself to show how much she hurt. He would not see how much she longed to lie down in the blood-splattered grass where her father had fallen, and implore God and his saints to take her too.

Please, Holy Mother, protect me from this man’s aims and evils. She prayed silently, her fingers sliding to the crucifix around her neck. Suddenly, she gasped as Melbourne parted the Testudo around her, ignoring the pike-axes grazing his cheeks. His hand snaked up and grasped hers. His eyes blazed with pure hate, and he grabbed the crucifix in hand. It did not burn him, which Cecily hoped it would. She could only sob as Melbourne yanked the chain forward, dragging Cecily along with it. She was pulled from the safety of her knights and thrown roughly to the ground. 

Around her, a cheering and jeering group of Tudors’s soldiers had gathered. At their head was Margaret Beaufort, clad in mourner’s black. Briefly, Cecily was reminded of her mother’s poisoned words against the mother of Tudor. She flashed her teeth again, snatching out a hand to grab something. But her hand was pinned under the black-metal foot of Count Adhemar’s boot.

“There she is.” He crowed as Tudor pushed through his men and raised his visor to regard her. “What a wonderful wife she would make for you, Your grace.”

“You deem him your king?!” Cecily snarled, crying out as Melbourne grabbed her hair and pulled her head back with a sickening crack. Looking up at him from below, Cecily was able to see his lengthened canines, and she shuddered in horror. It seemed as though not only was Tudor ungodly in his mortal affairs, he consorted with demons to win him victories.

She crossed herself, murmuring the lord’s prayer under her breath.

“She should be killed, Henry.” Margaret cried. “If she is not, she is a threat to your legitimacy. Any son she bears and the blood of the Yorks remains stronger than ever.” 

“There is still the matter of those two boys. Tell me-” Tudor turned now to Cecily, and stepped over her so that his legs were on either side of her hips. She looked up at him even though she couldn’t look him in the eye. Her breaths came in heavy, rapid gasps as Tudor grabbed her by the chin and lifted her head.

“Did your father kill the princes, girl?”

“No!” Cecily cried instantly.

The smack of his ringed hand to her face made Cecily cry out again. Around her, even some of Tudor’s knights were making murmurs of discontent. No one struck a princess, or made a movement against her. Yet, Cecily knew easily how vulnerable she was. With no strong woman such as her grandmother to speak in her defence, she was powerless. Véronique’s words were as good as naught.

“Then where did he put them?”

“I have no knowledge of where-” Cecily sobbed again as Tudor rained down another blow. She was saved a third as Margaret’s hand reached out and pulled Henry’s fist back. “Please, no. Do not taint your victory with such sin. God will find it distasteful.” 

Please, Holy Mother, protect me from this man’s aims and evils. 

Tudor glared at his mother and then Cecily. His thumb stroked her thrumming pulse point, and then he spat in her face. “Be glad that my lady mother raised me to be merciful. If I was not, I ought to put you in your place as you deserve, wench.”

Cecily shuddered. 

She watched with widened, fear-filled eyes as Tudor’s men departed with their king at the head. Atop Tudor’s head was the crown of King Edward, the very crown that had been affixed to her father’s helmet. A sob burned through her lungs and she pressed her knuckles to her streaming eyes. Wrapped in the spanish silks she had been gifted as part of her engagement to Joanna of Portugal’s younger cousin, Cecily-Anne Isabel Plantagenet knew that without a doubt that she was a marked woman.

As she was helped into the litter by Véronique, Cecily watched as Tudor’s men took down the White Rose of York. Her breath hitched as the Whyte Boar of Gloucester was unpinned from her father’s command tent. His squires who’d survived the battle were lined up in order of age. She watched with wide eyes devoid of all emotion as a barber surgeon and priest went about taking confession. Then, they were beheaded in front of the spot where her father had taken mass just that morn.

The battle of Redmore Plain had lasted a scant few hours, but the impact would fester for weeks. As the wheels of the litter began to turn and Cecily’s few knights fell into step beside the litter, the princess pressed a hand to her mouth and wept without shame. She clung weakly to her mother’s crucifix and the ring on her finger that had been the coronation ring of her father’s. Tudor would forge another ring, another crown; another state.

All of the work her father had done would be ashes and cinders. The North would not go quietly, which brought her some level of comfort. But their refusal to bend the knee would bite them soon enough. Sin had come over England with the miasma of plague, and it would stay thus until either the Tudors were ousted, murdered or ran out of heirs.

Pressing her hand over her eyes again, Cecily sighed deeply. 

“Write to Manuel and please inform him that the wedding is…” She waved a hand in front of her face. “Annulled. Ensure the Church knows also. I am certain they will be flooded with requests of dispensations for Tudor and whomever he chooses as his lady wife.” She looked to Véronique, who gave a quiet nod of acknowledgement.

“And you, cherie?”

“I believe I shall take a night in that nunnery you inquired for me. In the morn, we shall see where I am going. Whether it be the Tower Greene or the wilds of Bruges, I shall be excited to know.” swirling the cup of wine handed to her, Cecily drank deeply. Grief and shock had made her caustic. She would not wish to be anything other than that. As she drank more, she turned to debating in her mind how she would subvert Tudor’s wills for her execution. 

She should be killed, Henry.

She is a threat to the crown!

Was that same thing not spoken of about her Aunt Elizabeth? The very woman who had seduced her uncle to the bedchamber and made him a father to several children of health and vigour? Had that not been said of her own mother, whose wealth of lands in the north along with Aunt Isabelle set up a bloodless war between her father and mad uncle George? Had the women not birthed two sickly children for both sets of parents? Had fate not delivered her brother to God’s embrace far sooner than expected? Then a scant half-year later her own mother? 

Cecily smacked her hand against the wooden screen, and screamed low in her throat. She was well and truly alone, left to shoulder the burdens of a crown cracking more with each passing hour. The lords of London would throw the gates wide to the invaders, burn Crosby Place and Baynard’s to the ground. She would be bereft of a husband to-be, left to rot in a Court that would not place her in a position of honour. She would have to bend the knee to play favour, but her actions a few hours earlier would drive that thought from Tudor’s mind with the swiftness of a spring breeze.

Compline found Cecily-Anne kneeling before the altar of the Blessed Virgin Mary, her mother’s crucifix chain in her fingers. She had always found solace in prayer, not for the religious aspects, but the simple acts of running her fingers through the beads. The easy recitation of her prayers and catechisms soothed her. She always had a list in her mind of who to implore on behalf of the Father for His favour - the poor, sickly, needy. Her family members who suffered more than most came second. As part of her selfless devotion that some saw as frenetic, while others viewed it as a sign of true humility, Cecily wore a long veil and forgoed a prayer kneeler. Her heavy skirts of velvet and stiffened brocade did well enough. The order of Augustinian Canonesses had taken kindly to the young princess and put her at once into sanctuary. As an order of 1337 nuns confined to the limits of the priory’s property, they were over-delighted to have a guest. After supping in her rooms, Cecily had gone with the younger initiates to pray Compline before retiring. 

As she turned her face upwards to Mary’s figure with her arms spread out in a gesture of welcome and warmth, Cecily prayed to one woman only.

Her lady mother.

“Maman, I implore you. Please, let me know that I am not in vain to ask for you. Let me know that my pain is not all I shall feel. T-there is no way forward for me that I see. You always spoke to anyone who asked that I could solve my way out of any problem the Lord put before me, and now I find myself without.” Tears dripped down her face and she angrily shook her head, slamming her fist into the floor. The nuns who prayed quietly behind her stilled in their prayers at the sound of her fist. 

Cecily shot them a look and made the sign of the cross without breaking eye contact. Her devotion would be unshakable. The chapel at Middleham bore marks of her nails in the soft stone as she had poured out her grief in the days after Ned’s death. Now, she drew her nails once more down the expanse of stone. One scratch for her mother, one for her father, and another for Ned. 

“Please, Maman. I beg of you, do something. I cannot live in an England that is without the security of your light, of Father’s judgement. I can only implore the Lord for why he chooses to test me.” She bowed her head again. “I beg that Father is at peace, for some knowledge that he is safe, that he is happy to be reunited with you and Ned again. Please, do not worry for me. I am as well as I can be.” She wiped a tear from her eyes. Yet, they seemed to not stop, even as she forced herself desperately to not cry in the Lord’s house.

“Child…” The Mother Superior murmured. Cecily jerked her head away. She hated to be touched, to be perceived. She brought her hand up, to quieten the woman. The blood froze in her veins suddenly as the Mother Superior grabbed her hand, and then she heard a harsh voice that was her mother’s hiss; Open your eyes!

Cecily’s eyes flew open, and she recoiled. For where the statue of Mary had stood was now a cut. A cut in the space of the room, that through it showed… another space - a field with trees in the distance. It was unheard of. No miracle such as this had ever been written of in a canonical history or court romance. Cecily’s head jerked up and she looked at the Mother Superior. 

“D-do you see that?”

“Yes.” The Mother breathed, her hands clammy around Cecily’s. Her skin itched painfully and longed to tug her hand free. Yet Cecily stayed in that woman’s grasp as the Mother pulled herself up from a kneeling position. Cecily’s fingers instinctively closed tight around the crucifix chain and she ran it over her lips. 

“Speak to me again, Maman.” She whispered, her lips barely moving.

Go forward. The cut will not hurt you, child.

Cecily shuffled forward, her skirts swishing as she moved. Her skirts, the ones still caked with her father’s blood. The deep blue was stained a runny wine-dark purple and caked in a scent so foul that the other nearby nuns had their noses pinched. In the flickering candlelight, they looked like demons sent from the very brimstone and fires of Hell she feared. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, Cecily was half conscious of the fact that her mother never called her “Child.” Yet, the grief of so much loss…. Made her feel the exhaustion within her more sharply.

Crossing the nave before the altar, she stared up at the cut with widened eyes, and reached a hand out to touch it. Instead of the pain of burning or the cold of snow on a winter’s night, she felt merely warmth. Through the ugly gash, she could see waving grasses in a stiff breeze, and squinting, making out the forms of men waiting amongst the trees. Some of them were on horses, and she wondered if they could see her. What a shock they’d get! 

The cut will not hurt you, child. She remembered her mother’s words spoken just moments before, and looked back at the nuns. They had gathered together in a small grouping at the back of the chapel, and amongst them she saw Véronique gripping Francis Lovell’s hand tight in hers. What stilled her suddenly was the expression on Véronique’s face - pure, unadulterated fear. 

Go! Go, and do not look back, child!

Cecily’s head turned to look back at the cut and she stared once more through it, her hand still stretched out in front of her. The crucifix dangling from her hand caught the sunlight filtering through the trees, and she smelled the scent of freshly hay. Distantly, she felt as though she was back at Middleham, playing with Ned and Kathyrn and Johnny. Tears filled her eyes again and she closed them as her mind wandered. 

Yes, child. Step through. You are almost home. Just another step-

Cecily could feel the sunlight on her hands; her face, and she turned her palms upwards towards the light and warmth. Yet, suddenly, the sounds of screams filled the air. Looking down, Cecily’s face turned to horror as she stepped not on freshly cut grass but blood-stained earth. An earth-shattering roar split the air as she looked up to the sight of a dragon armed with a rider opening its maw wide. A column of liquid fire flowed from its gaping jaws and set the forest before it ablaze. The men under it, clad in deep green tunics with a silver tower were swiftly enveloped in the flames and a horrific screaming sound met her ears. Throwing her hands over her ears, Cecily turned back to look for the cut.

She found it gone. 

“MAMAN!” She screamed. “What is the meaning of this?!”

A test, child. You implored for my judgement.

“A TEST?!” Cecily shrieked. 

I am the holy mother, all who worship me are tested in some way or another at some point. This is yours. Take with it what you will.

The warmth she’d felt turned shockingly cold, and Cecily cringed back, fear filling her veins with cold sand. Around her, men screamed, crossed swords and brutally massacred one another. Stumbling blindly, she turned whatever way was quietest, and began to stumble across the battlefield that would later be called Raven’s Rock. As she reached what she hoped was a line of tents consisting of faces who would be willing to listen to her tale, something sharp and long embedded itself in her leg.

The ground tilted dangerously under her, and Cecily’s face smashed into a jagged rock. Atop the rock’s surface she felt soft lichen caress her cheek, and barely had time to fist the crucifix more tightly into her fingers. The next moment, the darkness of injury and exhaustion washed over her with the strength of a tide, and she was dragged into its swell.

Over her head, two soldiers bearing the same uniforms she’d seen earlier discussed what to do with this princess in a tongue she didn’t know. After a few moments more, a knight with ginger hair and emerald green eyes came to survey her chaining up. He took his helmet from a squire and left at once to take up arms against a foe who was merely his sister’s closest friend and the supposed former heir of the Iron Throne. The false Queen Rhaenyra had made war against Alicent Hightower’s chosen son and it was unto this war that Princess Cecily-Anne was dragged unwillingly into. A war that was set to shape a generation and dynasty had merely changed time and space, but the rules were the same - a woman’s place was not upon the battlefield. 

End of Chapter 1.

[femmehysteria]

Best Character Named X Poll

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I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

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WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

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Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

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Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

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Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

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Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

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The Phantomhive Butler Two

Word count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. The main love interest has a name, but I try not to be too descriptive. This is a second part of my previous post. Thank you so much and hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x reader

Today is the day. It's the most important day of any woman’s life. More important than her wedding or the birth of her child. Her funeral.

The leaves danced in the air, and the sun peered through the cloudy sky. It was beautiful, just like her auntie. Especially when the sunshine makes Madam Red's skin glow. Charlotte was in the middle of her speech when the front door burst open. It was Ciel. Although she remained brave at the ceremony, she broke when Ciel brought a stunning red dress and placed it on her body. Her loud cry echoed throughout the building.

“Auntie,” she called out, but nothing occurred. Her brief prayer went unanswered. Auntie remained “asleep.” Her tears continued to pour down until Sebastian walked towards her and kissed them away. The light gasp heard between the two encouraged him to continue to kiss her tears away. At that moment, she wanted to scold him for his affectionate behavior. However, she kept her lips closed and embraced him with all her might while he caressed her back. As much as she hated to admit it, her desire for his affection remained.

Following Madam Red’s funeral, Charlotte went into a state of depression. Her once soft skin turned dry and flakey; her once glowing hair turned a dull color; and her heart was locked away. Gone were the days of the usual back-and-forth between her and Sebastian. The awkward yet sweet moments with Ciel amplified as his immense guilt encouraged him to become closer to Charlotte. However, everything remained the same. Her aunt is gone forever. She remained chained to her bed despite Ciel and his household servants’ attempts to cheer her up. Ciel, at one point, spent an entire afternoon with her and made her laugh once. Not on purpose, though.

Another day, another mission. The mission? Making sure Ciel impresses Aunt Francis and Elizabeth. But she knows they are visiting for Ciel’s birthday. However, instead of joining her family, Charlotte remained in the same dark, graying, cold bedroom. It wasn’t until it was late at night when she heard a door knock. She groans to herself. Ciel must’ve asked Sebastian to visit her.

“My ladyship, is everything all right here?” Sebastian said as he waited for a response. He let out a loud sigh when he hadn’t heard a sound. “You shouldn’t neglect your health, my ladyship. I have yet to see you eat anything since the ceremony. I apologize in advance, but…” he said as he opened her bedroom door with a table full of various teas and biscuits.

“Did you have to barge into my room like that, Sebastian?” She asked in an annoyed tone as she dug deeper into her duvet.

“Oh, please. I don’t call that barging in. I warned you. Besides, I doubt you’d open the door if I were to ask you to. Now, let’s have you sit up. It would be best if you weren't choking on your tea. It will be a burden to wash your bedsheets,” Sebastian said as he helped Charlotte sit in bed and prepared her favotite tea. “Go ahead, my dear. Have some biscuits."

She remained silent as she glanced down at her plate.

“Having trouble eating as well? Have no fear. I will assist you. Say, ahh.” He said with the same playful expression on his face as he tried to spoon-feed her.

Her face flustered a pretty rose shade, and he placed a biscuit in her mouth before she could say anything. She scowled before she immediately spat it out.

“What the devil are you doing? If this is some sick joke, then get out.” She demanded.

“Now, now, my lady. I was merely…”

“Just get out!” She shouted, interrupting him. “I wish to be alone, so please…” her voice cracked as Charlotte’s tears landed on her hands. Her once delicate hands are now dry and pale, as if she’s turned into her auntie, as she clutches her duvet. “Please, just get out.” She mumbled. She waits for him to leave her room, as she requested. But instead of hearing his footsteps from a distance, she heard them closely and clearly. Sebastian then held her hands and held them both in his.

“I apologize, my dear. I acted brutishly when you sought comfort. As a butler, I should’ve looked after my master’s guest in her dire need,” he said before pecking her knuckles. “In that case, I shall take my leave. Have a good night’s rest, my lady.”

“Wait!” she shouted as she grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving. “Stay, Sebastian,” she said. “Stay here with me until I fall asleep, please,” she said as she tried to prevent the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Sebastian, perplexed by the situation, couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Oh, dear. How intriguing,” he said in between laughter. Charlotte glared at him as he laughed. Eventually, he pulls out a chair but gets interrupted before he can sit.

“Don’t sit on that chair. It’s uncomfortable,” Charlotte said before her face reddened. She clears her throat before mumbling, “Why don’t you lie down next to me? I’m certain it will be much more comfortable for you if you plan to watch over me and all.”

Her request dumbfounded Sebastian before he chuckled out loud.

“And when will this laughing end?” She attempts to sound tough as she blushes and hides underneath her duvet.

Instead of his usual comeback, she felt a sudden dip beside her. She removes the duvet from her head and gasps at the sight. Sebastian was lying down next to her.

“Whatever makes my lady happy,” he smirked.

She slowly scoots over him and lets the silence comfort them. It was a few moments of silence before she spoke up. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Has Ciel made his final decision? What does he plan on doing with my discovery?” She asked as she held his hand and put her head on his chest.

“My master would like to speak with you about your discovery. However, my master will take care of everything. You have to promise my master and me you won’t say a word about me,” Sebastian explained as he stroked her hair. His minimum amount of attention sent shivers down Charlotte’s spine.

“You have my word, Sebastian. No one will know about this secret as long as no one knows what we do behind this bedroom door. You will keep this secret?” She stuttered. She gasped once she remembered the crucial information. “I haven’t been able to find Ciel a present. Oh, no. I’m a horrible person.” She pouts.

Sebastian chuckled at her trivial worries. “Are you aware my master has little care for his birthday?”

“I am aware; however, that doesn’t stop me from caring about his special day. I should give him something special tomorrow morning,” she said.

“I’m certain spending time with him will be enough of a gift. Despite his demeanor, my master respects you, my lady.” He said with confidence. “Now, let’s worry about these things in the morning. You should sleep now,” he said before he planted a kiss on her forehead.

With these tragedies comes the warmth and comfort of lying with the demon, her demon. He unlocked her heart, unfortunately. The predator has cornered his prey and is waiting for him to pounce.

[mrsvnk]

The dynamic.

(after Blue Arc)

Francis: Now Elizabeth is a free young lady, we are planning to have a ball to find her true love. Ciel: Good. Francis: You're not invited. Ciel: Fine. Francis: … Ciel: … Francis: (sighs heavily) Ciel, please, return invitations to potential suitors. Ciel: I don't understand what you're talking about. Francis: About that pile of letters by the fireplace, damn it. Give my daughter a chance to be happy! Ciel: Give me my damn letter and I'll do it!

[deepestfunchaos]

Francis x Josephine

Francis walked up to Josephine's chambers in the northern wing of the French realm. He knocked once before barging into the room and immediately looked at Josephine. "She has lost her mind...Mary is muttering wishes to overthrow Elizabeth's reign," he said in loud whisper to her.

@jeangreymaximoff

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THE MUSE part 4

Benedict Bridgerton x female oc

(I forgot to add, that Mary is 21 and it is set loosely around season 2)

Warning: talks of sex, kissing, flirting (I sort of took idea from when the duke explained the Daphne )

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The very next morning, Benedict walked into the house of Miss Mary Francis as he walked in, he told the servant, that he was here to see Mary. He followed the man and saw no one there “she has had no suitors?”, “she did earlier, sir.” He nodded as he waited “a Mr. Benedict Bridgerton to see Miss. Mary Elizabeth Francis.” She looked up as stood up to greet him “Benedict? Hello.” She smiled as he walked to her, holding candies and flowers “I heard you are partial to babies breathe and peony’s.” He handed her them, which Mary took and smelt, smiling “thank you, they’re beautiful.”, “also! I heard a certain candy with strawberry syrup in, from Nigel’s convenience is also a favourite.” She did a tiny giggle as she gave the flowers to her hand maid, who went to put them in water “thank you” she took them “why don’t you sit” he nodded.

Benedict took the seat next to her as Mary sat, Johnathon was sat at the table, reading keeping a close eye on them and max came running in, as they spoke “who’s that?” He sat on Johnathons lap “that’s Benedict Bridgerton.” He whispered, as he shushed him as Mary laughed at Benedict, she put her head to the side and blushed “this one is going better.” The six year old said, Mary excused herself, quickly and stood up then walked to Johnathon “is it ok, if we had a walk in the garden?” He nodded “take greta with you.”, “can I come!” She shook her head “sorry max..” she walked back to Benedict and told him. The two walked out of the sitting room doors, outside along with greta of course.

As the two walked, greta followed behind “so.” They both said at the same time, she blushed “go on.” She said, linking arms with him “I am to be apart of George’s exhibition.” She nodded “how wonderful! Will you be showing your fruit paintings and landscapes?” She asked, innocently “I was wondering.. well, if you want to pose for it.” Mary stopped and blinked “I cannot..”, “even if you wore a mask?” He asked, as they started walking again “and a sexy outfit.” She smacked his arm gently “you are terrible, Benedict Bridgerton.”, “me? I’m innocent, Mary Elizabeth Francis.” She cringed “don’t use my middle name.. I hate it.. It was named after my great aunt.. she is awful.”, “she’s still alive?” He looked at her “she refuses to die” she laughed morbidly and alittle breathlessly “why don’t we sit.” He suggested as he noticed her breathlessness “are you alright?” She nodded “yes, just happens sometimes..” she held her stomach alittle “do you need a doctor?” He asked concerned and he shook his head “no, I’m fine now.” She breathed “I haven’t been honest.. I have asthma..” he nodded “right.. my brothers are fine.. I’m the one who got it unfortunately.”

He gave her a sympathetic look “I do not need pity.” She scolded “no pity here.” He held his arms up as he took his jacket off “put it on. I don’t want you getting sick.”, “I can’t wear your jacket! What will people think?” He looked around, and waved at greta “only people I see is Greta.” He cleared his throat “Greta? You won’t judge and spread gossip to the rest of the people, about this will you?” The older women laughed and shook her head “see.” He helped her put it on and it swamped her “when are your grandparents back?”, “tomorrow.. with great aunt Elizabeth…” wrapping the jacket around, she looked sad “why the face?”, “I had a suitor here and he spoke of marriage..” Mary whispered “a Lord Jack Rippleton.. he wants four children..” she looked around, nervous even though Greta wouldn’t say anything “what happens.. during..” he watched some dukes in the pond “during what?” He questioned, as he smiled softly, as they waddled “the wedding night.” She whispered, softly. Benedict looked at her and laughed nervously.

“Did I offend you?” Mary asked “I didn’t mean to.. I’m just curious.. my grandmother and my mother, when she was alive never told me..” Benedict kept starting to talk then stopped, getting closer “she won’t say anything. Greta.. she has many of my secrets.” She whispered “what secrets?”, “I’ll tell you one day, maybe..” she innocently nibbled her bottom lip “a man and a women, will… become intimate” he stopped and she nodded for him to go on, he searched her eyes ‘I shouldn’t be telling her this’ he thought ‘oh well’ he added then said “a man will.. better way, have you ever touched yourself.. down there.” She blinked and blushed “once, when I was nine

Benedict swallowed alittle then said “he can use his lips.. his tongue” she gasped alittle getting closer, Greta looked the other way “his penis..” she raised her eyebrow “he inserts it..” her lips hovered over his “is that it..”, “there’s more..” he nudged his lips against her, Benedict tried to resist “a women can..” their lips touched and smashed against each other, they made little moans as they made out. He pulled away from her and bit her lip alittle “what can a women do..” she whispered as the heavens opened and rain started to pelt down “shit!” He said as he stood up “come on, we should go in.” She nodded, holding his arm as they walked up, using his jacket to shield himself and Greta used an umbrella, they walked in and saw max passed out on the floor and Jonathan, was not around but came in, holding a blanket for max “are you two ok?” They nodded, their hair wet and Mary breathless alittle “I will see you another time Mary.”, “I will walk you out.” He nodded as Greta followed, she smiled as they reached the door “what did you see, in order for you..” he whispered “i will tell you one day..” she whispered back. He smiled and said “until we see each other again.” Then whispered “tomorrow night. Studio” she nodded quickly and he left, Greta came up behind her “I’ve ordered a bath to be drawn and you need to change out of them wet clothes.” She nodded as she followed.

“Um Greta.”, “I won’t say anything miss. I never do.” They walked up the stairs “so you think he likes me?” Greta sighed and said “he’s smitten. He’d make a good husband.” She giggled at Greta as they walked into the room “could you deliver a letter to him… it can only be handed to him.. or his butler..” Greta nodded “I hope you know what you’re doing miss.. if your gran..”, “they aren’t gonna find out. Trust me.”

Half an hour later, she laid in the bath and yawns, as her hair floated around her neck and Greta knocked on the door and Mary groaned “go away! I’m relaxing.” Greta sighed and said “miss, your grandparents are back with your great aunt…”, “nooo! How am I meant to go to Benedict’s!” She whined as Greta walked in “come on. Out! You’ve been in for nearly an hour” Greta held the towel and she got out, wrapping her around. “You’ll find away.”, “i wanted to surpise him tonight.” Greta shook her head “no, Mary. You are to stick to when he says.” Greta scolded “do you think, if he should propose.. I should.. accept.”, “in my opinion, when that man looks at you.. I’m surprised, he hasn’t applied for a special licence.” Mary blushed as she walked into her room.

“Time to face the grandparents and great aunt.”

(I dunno if I will redo this.. I’m not sure..)

[scotianostra]

Happy birthday Robert Carlyle, born in Maryhill, Glasgow April 14th 1961.

Bobby was brought up in Glasgow, the son of Elizabeth, a bus company employee, and Joseph Carlyle, a painter and decorator. His mother left when Carlyle was four years old and his dad looked after him from then. He left school at the age of 16 without any qualifications and worked for his father as a painter and decorator; however, he continued his education by attending night classes at Cardonald College in Glasgow.

Carlyle became involved in drama at the Glasgow Arts Centre at the age of 21 (having been inspired by reading Arthur Miller's The Crucible), and subsequently graduated from the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. In 1991, he and four friends founded a theatre company, Raindog (named after Tom Waits' album "Rain Dog," one of Carlyle's favorites) (a company dedicated to innovative work then, which is now primarily involved in television and film work), and guest starred in The Bill. The same year he starred in his first movie, Riff-Raff, directed by Ken Loach.

I first noticed Carlyle in the excellent ITV series Cracker, as murderer Albert "Albie" Kinsella, it wasn't long after this he had a series of his own with Hamish McBeth, the dope smoking village bobby in a quiet Scottish town on the west coast, the series ran for three seasons from 1995 to 1997.

Since then Robert Carlyle has been able to pick and choose his roles, his films include, The World is Not Enough, Plunkett & Macleane, Ravenous, 28 Weeks later and of course as Francis "Franco" Begbie in the two Trainspotting films.

On the small screen we have seen him in as the title role in Adolf : The Rise of Evil, Human Trafficking and The Last Enemy on this side of the Atlantic, in the US he has starred in the TV movie 24, SGU Stargate Universe and the continuing Once Upon a Time..

The third season of British political thriller-drama COBRA is due on our screens in the coming months

Recently we saw the TV series of the popular film, The Full Monty, which surprised me of how good it was. In February Carlyle commented on X/Titter about a Simpsons episode Ae Bonny Romance, which aired last December. In one scene, audiences are shown an airline called “Planespotting”, with the plane including a picture of Carlyle’s character Begbie on its tail! Robbert tweeted "My life is complete.." As well as the nod, the episode featured the voices of actors Karen Gillan, David Tennant and Paul Higgins.

Robbiewas lastsen in the movvie, The Performance about an American Jew and gifted tap dancer while on tour in Europe, Harold and the rest of his troupe are scouted by a German attaché who leads the troupe to an exclusive performance for Hitler himself. Next up is a mini-series Toxic Town about the tragic toxic waste case in the East Midlands and three mothers fighting for the justice for the rates of upper limb defects in babies born in Corby were subsequently found to be three times higher than those of children born.

[sea-changed]

second third of 2024 in books

23. Don't Look at Me Like That, Diana Athill [I brought this book on a trip and loved it; it was the perfect vacation companion] 24. Cahokia Jazz, Francis Spufford [I know I wrote my thoughts out at the time but. lovely! frustrating!] 25. To Paradise, Hanya Yanagihara [you all know already which section was my favorite] 26. Catch-22, Joseph Heller [obviously I've Gone On about it but. god.] 27. Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut [reread] 28. All-Of-A-Kind Family, Sydney Taylor [reread, but not since childhood] 29. "The Good War," Studs Terkel [reread] 30. Coming Out Under Fire: The History of Gay Men and Women in World War II, Allan Bérubé [mostly a reread? I'm not sure I'd ever read it cover to cover before] 31. Looking for the Good War: American Amnesia and the Violent Pursuit of Happiness, Elizabeth D. Samet 32. What Soldiers Do: Sex and the American GI in World War II France, Mary Louise Roberts 33. HHhH, Laurence Binet (trans. Sam Taylor) [did I like it? unclear! was I fascinated by it? absolutely.] 34. Once There Was a War, John Steinbeck 35. X Troop: The Secret Jewish Commandos of World War II, Leah Garrett 36. Cosmopolitans: A Social and Cultural History of the Jews of the San Francisco Bay Area, Fred Rosenbaum 37. More All-Of-A-Kind Family, Sydney Taylor [reread] 38. The Cooking Gene: A Journey Through African American Culinary History in the Old South, Michael W. Twitty

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Godzilla marches across the Marvel Universe in September and October on variant covers

Godzilla marches across the Marvel Universe in September and October on variant covers #comics #comicbooks #godzilla

This year, Marvel reprints its classic ‘70s Godzilla comic book series in Godzilla #1 Facsimile Edition and the highly-anticipated Godzilla: The Original Marvel Years Omnibus, collecting Doug Moench and Herb Trimpe’s entire 24-issue run in color for the first time! To celebrate this exciting collaboration with Toho International, the Japanese studio’s U.S.-based subsidiary that has brought global…