#i will always prefer lizzie’s features but grace was also beautiful

[lethargicmouse]

the biggest tragedy of pb was Annabelle Wallace’s nose job

like if it was a medical issue ok but like her nose was so pretty, it made her face interesting.

maybe that’s why I like Lizzie so much lol, Natasha’s face is so beautiful with her bird-like features

[fictionadventurer]

So Strong as Gentleness; Or, Powers and Prejudice

Episode One: Unstoppable Force

No one who had seen Jane Bennet in civilian guise would have supposed her to be a superheroine. Her features were marked by their delicate regularity and her expressions were notably docile and sweet. Her physique tended toward the slender and fragile. Her voice, when heard, was soft, and her movements were gentle to the extreme. If asked, the average bystander would have assumed her a particularly sheltered university student, designed to be a distressed damsel rather than a rescuing hero.

Yet she was, both by nature and heritage, perfectly suited for superheroism. Her mother had spent several years as one of Netherfield City’s most prominent superheroes, and her energy blasts had saved countless innocent bystanders from the machinations of superpowered troublemakers. Her father was a telekinetic, who, it is true, had only a short career in superheroism when he was pursuing the woman he would later wed, after which he had hung up his cape and retreated to his library, but he was a tolerant parent who had no objections to his daughters making use of the extraordinary abilities nature had given them. Jane herself was perhaps the most extraordinary of the five sisters. She had broken concrete with her infant fist, lifted an automobile by the age of three, and had matured into a young woman who could stop a train merely by standing in front of it. With such an upbringing and such abilities as these, how could any young woman avoid becoming a superhero of great renown?

Their mother had high hopes for such. Having retired at an early age when her health made the strain of hero work impossible to endure, her greatest hope now was for her daughters to take up their mother’s heroic crusade. Their quiet life in the country town of Meryton had allowed Jane and her sisters to develop their abilities without drawing attention to  themselves or endangering the populace, but such places offer few opportunities for true heroism. A heroine in hiding is no heroine at all. Something must and will occur to help her bring her abilities to the service of the public.

Thus Mrs. Bennet, after years of cajoling her husband, moved the family to the city of Netherfield, the bounds of which had long been a haven for those with extraordinary abilities. People with superhuman talents were allowed to live without interference so long as they did not interfere with the lives of their neighbors. Those who used their powers for the purposes of crime and villainy were stopped by those who used similar powers for heroic pursuits, and it was these masked heroes who received the greatest dispensation to use their abilities in a public setting without censure. There was, to Mrs. Bennet, no better place for her daughters to become what nature had made them to be.

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” Mrs. Bennet told her husband over breakfast one morning. “It seems that Charles Bingley has returned to Netherfield. What a fine thing for our girls!”

Mr. Bennet looked at her over the top of his newspaper before returning his attention to the stock prices. “How can it affect them?”

“You must know that Charles Bingley has connections to the superhero community. His family has funded several superhero teams and that he has personally befriended several of the Defenders. He could help our daughters launch their careers.”

“Was that his design in returning?”

“Design! What nonsense! But he may be persuaded to offer his assistance, if he became aware of what our daughters can do.”

“Do you hear that, Jane?” Mr. Bennet said, as the daughter in question joined her parents at breakfast. “Your mother wishes you to throw an automobile at Mr. Bingley’s head.”

“Mr. Bennet!” his wife replied in vexation. “Jane, I desire you to do no such thing. Your father will make the necessary arrangements.”

"Me? Why should I interfere? Jane is capable of demonstrating astounding feats of strength without my help.”

“She cannot be sent into the city for an open display of power; she’d be like as not to be branded a villain. It is safest to reveal herself to the public only after she has established connections to the superhero community.”

"Then you may go on patrol with her,” Mr. Bennet said. “Your outfit may be snug, but I’ve no doubt the city will welcome the return of one of its finest crime fighters and whichever protégés she brings as assistants.”

“My dear, you flatter me. I may have had my share of successes, but I don’t pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman is my age, she must give over thinking of her own career and allow her daughters to establish themselves on their own merits. My influence and connections are twenty years out of date, while your old university contacts must contain a dozen people who can arrange an interview with Bingley Enterprises.”

“If an interview is all you want,” Mr. Bennet said, “There are more direct ways to arrange it.” He spread his newspaper atop his empty breakfast plate and pointed to a column in the classified ads. “Bingley Enterprises is hosting a hiring event and Mr. Bingley will be in attendance.”

Mrs. Bennet examined the newspaper before her--perhaps the first time in twenty-three years of marriage that she had shared in her husband’s habit. “My dear Mr. Bennet!” she cried in delight. “Jane, how clever your father is!”

Since Mr. Bennet had put forward this solution half in jest and chiefly from a desire to deflect as much possible effort from himself, he was more than a little alarmed to see his wife so sincerely delighted with the suggestion. “It is unlikely that Mr. Bingley will complete any of the interviews personally.”

But Mrs. Bennet had already spun half a dozen delighted theories as to how Jane could turn a chance encounter with Mr. Bingley into an immediate position on Netherfield City’s team of Defenders.

When Mrs. Bennet’s raptures had calmed, Mr. Bennet said more seriously, “Jane, you have not told us what you think of this. Does it please you to become Mr. Bingley’s superpowered secretary?”

Jane was not accustomed to being addressed so directly by her father. Her two most obvious features were that she was beautiful and strong, two traits that were coupled in most people’s minds with a lack of intelligence, and her father's interactions with her were often colored by such assumptions. She had not thought to wonder if she had a choice in the matter; her mother’s hopes for her superhero career had been the primary driving force of her life from her earliest memories. She could see that such an event offered little practical hope of meeting with Mr. Bingley, and in the event that such a meeting was arranged, she did not see how she could turn the conversation to the establishment of her superhero career. But she was also in need of mundane, paycheck-providing work, and Bingley Enterprises was as good a place as any to draw a salary, especially since a position in the company could also perhaps, in future, provide opportunities to bring oneself to the attention of Mr. Bingley’s heroic friends.

“I will go,” Jane said, after a moment of contemplation, “if Lizzie will go with me.”

“Lizzie?” Mrs. Bennet said in surprise. “What can Mr. Bingley want with her? She has nothing like your power, my dear, and scarcely any control. What if the jaguar should appear in the middle of the crowd?”

Jane had experienced several job interviews where her sister’s jaguar form would have provided a much-needed boost of confidence, but it was her sister’s confident human presence that she needed for moral support at such an event.

Lizzie entered the room on the tail-end of her mother’s speech, her eyes bright with laughter. “If the jaguar appears,” she said, “there will be need of her. I never transform anymore unless there’s someone deserving of a few bite marks.”

“Your definitions of deserving,” their mother said, “are looser than most people’s.”

“Then I shall give Jane the handling of my leash,” Lizzie said. “I won’t transform unless she thinks it necessary, and you know she prefers to assume everyone is a fount of human kindness. Is that civilized enough to satisfy you?”

Mr. Bennet replied, “It satisfies me. You have more sense than the rest of your sisters put together, Lizzie, no matter which form you’re in.”

“How can you abuse your own children in such a way?” Mrs. Bennet cried. “They all have excellent control over their abilities, not like Lizzie’s rampaging beast.”

Jane said, “Lizzie hasn’t rampaged in years, Mother.”

Lizzie nodded and said with mock solemnity. “And I have had ample temptation.”

Mrs. Bennet did not find this comforting. She had always been baffled by her second daughter’s quick wit and laughing ways, just as she had always been baffled by her husband, whose personality Lizzie’s most resembled, and the animal form was even worse than the human one. She had never been comfortable with her daughter’s gift of taking on a jaguar form; such unpredictable animalistic displays were far removed from the sleek, Lycra-suited grace that formed her image of a proper Netherfield superhero. Given her choice, she would have kept Lizzie far from the notice of anyone faintly connected with the city’s superhero community, and let them think their family’s next generation of crime fighters consisted only of four sisters. But Jane had the most impressive talents in the family and the potential to become one of the greatest superheroes in Netherfield’s history, and she rarely went anywhere without Lizzie. If Jane was to become Netherfield’s next superhero, Lizzie would have to be by her side.

“Oh, go!” Mrs. Bennet said at last. “But don’t blame me if you’re branded as villains before the day is through.”

[cielizzydefencesquad]

do you have any thoughts/headcannons on/for cielizzy kids?

Ohh if these two ever make it down the aisle it’d be a freaking miracle but ya know what? LET’S GO FOR IT xD

Basically an AU where Sebastian decides his true calling isn’t a demon but as a fabulously sassy take-no-shit wedding planner with a clipboard in hand and a bouquet in the other. 

- Honestly whenever I headcanon O!Ciel and Lizzy have kids I always envision either two boys or a boy and a girl but lately I’ve been leaning more towards the girl + boy scenario. 

- Their firstborn would be a girl and for some odd reason I always picture her as this glorious, ice-cold femme fatale with no shortage of smirks and one-liners so sharp it’d cut you like a knife. (#ClaudiaPhantomhiveGenes) 

- She’d look a lot like Vincent and the twins - a delicate (almost aristocratic) bone structure, milk pale skin, hair so dark it’s almost black, her mother’s emerald eyes, and features that are more striking than beautiful. (I picture Eva Green for this Phantomhive beauty.) 

- For her name I’m often torn between something fatalistic or just ironic in the worst way. Something like Rowena Drusilla Phantomhive, with Rowena meaning “joyous fame” but Drusilla being the namesake of the mad emperor Caligula’s favorite sister, who he may or may not have had an incestuous relationship with. Drusilla was later deified by Caligula when she died and he funeral procession was carried out in such a way that people thought he was mourning his wife, not his sister. 

- For O!Ciel and Elizabeth’s second child I picture a boy - a dangerously handsome but foppish, blasé playboy in the vein of Dorian Gray. His name? Lysander Vincent Phantomhive, in honor of his venerated notorious grandfather. (In fact his looks and personality would be a lot like that of Philippe, Duke of Orleans from the Canal+ show Versailles.) 

- While Lysander would be involved in the day to day responsibilities of the King’s Watchdog (Queen Victoria died in 1901 and was succeeded by her son, Edward VII), he much prefers his role of executioner, torturer, and informant. 

- Lysander runs a series of underground gambling dens, illicit drinking houses, and brothels where many of the prostitutes are actually Lysander’s personal spies and informants. 

- Rowena and Lysander have a unique dynamic that’s pretty much incomprehensible to anyone who isn’t them. Their conversations are a series of barbs wrapped in silk, not-so-subtle insults, bizarre reaffirmations of devotion, and an undercurrent of instability that often teeters between the line of devotion and indifference. 

- Both Rowena and Lysander were trained in the art of the sword. While Rowena was more technically skilled, Lysander became the clever strategist who could also hold his own in battle. Yet when it came to carrying out executions or arrests, Lysander often needed his sister to hold him back. (Beneath the hedonistic facade Lysander is a warmonger - a violent, often brutal charmer who delights in “well-crafted” chaos.) 

- Lysander was such a mama’s boy it wasn’t even funny. 

- Unfortunately for Sebastian, both Rowena and Lysander inherited O!Ciel’s sweet tooth and neither were particularly nice about it. Birthday parties at Phantomhive Manor often turned into screaming matches and civil wars, especially when it came to Rowena. She wasn’t afraid to fuck Sebastian up by throwing flour bombs at him and making a general ruckus if he didn’t let her have sweets when she wanted it. 

- Lizzy didn’t stand for this misogyny bullshit and when Rowena declared she wanted to go to Weston to “receive an education appropriate for that of the King’s Watchdog and future executive of the Funtom Corporation”, Lizzy took her to Nina Hopkins for a brand new wardrobe, got her fake ID papers, and was pleased as punch when O!Ciel supported their daughter’s decision instead of shrinking back and reciting The Mirror of Graces**.

**The Mirror of Graces was a Regency etiquette book for women. 

- When Lysander was a toddler Rowena used to do his hair and dress him up in ballgowns while introducing him to her playmates as her younger sister “Lucinda.” 

Aaaaand those are just a few headcanons of mine but I’ve probably spent way too much ruminating on future Phantomhives when it’s more than likely we won’t be getting any Phantomhive-Midford heirs in the near future xD 

Thanks for the ask Anon!

- mod Nina