#Fannie Ward

[silentdivasblog]

Lady of The Day 🌹 Fannie Ward ❤️

[vintagestagehotties]

Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 3

Fannie Ward: A Marriage of Reason (1907 Broadway); The New Lady Bantock (1909 Broadway); Madam President (1913 Broadway)

Maude Fealy: Alice Faulkner in Sherlock Holmes (1901 West End); Anner Tillotson in Hearts Courageous (1903 Broadway); Ophelia in Hamlet (1905 Denver)

Propaganda under the cut.

Fannie Ward:

Maude Fealy:

there’s no way no one else has submitted her but i can’t risk this absolute goddess not getting through

[gatutor]

Fannie Ward-Sessue Hayakawa "La marca del fuego" (The cheat) 1915, de Cecil B. DeMille.

[friendlessghoul]

Fun in the studio. Fanny Ward delights her audience with a song, accompanied by Fatty Arbuckle and some boys of the American Navy.

-Picture Show - Jan 17, 1920

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Grease 1978

[eccentricks]

Fanny Ward, the oldest flapper in the world, will arrive in Denver, Friday, for a week’s engagement at the Orpheum theater; While here she will confide her beauty secrets to women readers of The Denver Post, and will give them the benefit of her three score years of shopping experience during a shopping tour.

April 1928

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Welch Family Portrait – Howard Galleries // Temple Family, Lena Ward, and Fannie Wait in Yard at 811 Madison St., ca 1897 – unknown photographer // Growing Sideways – Noah Kahan

[rafechubbygf]

rafe cameron x plus size!baddie!chubby!reader

you were the baddie one, but surely, the revenge one. you were the most praised kook ever, because of your daddy’s money. nobody made the most unforgettable, dirtiest, and craziest parties, weirdest as project x ones than you. at first, you were mocked and humiliated, always the center of attention but not for the right reasons and now, you were putting the bullies at your own feet, and you were surely making them hard in your expensive clothes that exposed your curves. some kooks denied the attraction they had for you, others only lived for that.

one day, you were sunbathing on your pool chair, an iced cocktail in your hands, sunglasses on your eyes, luxury hat on your head with a pretty black elbow, the life of a girl who was rich and who had the possibility to use her time as she wanted. you thought you were alone, you wanted to be alone, but someone had burst in front of you.

you knew this face. who didn't know him? it was rafe cameron. the one and only son of ward cameron. one of your father's very close friends.

without shame, he stared at your nice huge boobs which overflowed from your tiny bikini, looking down at your chubby belly. there was no disgust in his eyes. you could even tell he loved it, because he discreetly bit his bottom lip.

“ do you want me to help you daydream about my tits by taking off my top? “

“ so confident about your body. “

“ yes, i love making boys shy. “

he cleared his throat, looking up without being embarrassed.

“ i can bet you’ve never seen one this big.”

“ because you're so aware about my sex routine, yea ? “

“ i know, i'm right. anyway, tell me why are you here, country boy ?”

“ i want to sell drugs at your parties by now. you have all kooks in your house, let me help you make bigger parties. it's a win for the two of us.”

“ i don't need an acolyte. but thanks, sweet proposal, cameron.“

“ but you need a big man. “

you took off your sunglasses.

"you're wrong if you think i need a man. boys like you always humiliated me, thinking i wasn't pretty enough to be respected. so why would i do that for you? what if i say no, rafe ?”

“ absolutly nothing, sweetheart because i will take this for a yes. “

“ do you think i'm scared of you, do you think i can't stand up against you ? “

“ such a big girl, it's supposed to impress me ? do better and harder, you want to show off ? then, perform. “

you rolled your eyes, annoyed by his attitude, while crossing your arms, pressing them against your boobs.

“ also, you're wrong. “

“ about what ? “

“ i like chubby girls. “

“ you're not good at making jokes, rafe cameron. and you just love the curvy sexy side. not the overweight one. “

“ again, you're fucking wrong. “

his look had changed, and his voice tone had become firmer. he was serious. you were starting to doubt.

you always saw boys looking at other girls that you also found pretty, but the way men looked at you made you feel terribly self-conscious before. now you felt better in your body.

“bunny, i can swear i love that plump belly and those fat thighs, and i can go to hell for them.”

“ bunny ? “

“ yes, and trust me, i will make you bounce like them, sweetheart. “

“ what do you mean ? you’re not disgusted by my body?”

“the way your body turns me on, you have no idea, i’m so hard right now. be confident, because my cock is really going to fuck you like you are the most beautiful girl on this earth.”

and then, rafe fucking cameron kneeled at your feet, his hands on your waist, pressing with his fingers your tubby curvy waist, while he kissed your chubby tummy, putting soft kissies on your skin. you can felt the tenderness and warmth covering your pretty belly.

" don't try to fool me, country boy. don't be gentle, when you want nothing that being rough and make me cry.”

“i think your pussy is already crying” he had looking at your dripping fanny and pressed his nose into the fold.

with his fingers, he traced the shape of your fat cunt, pressing on both swollen parts, his thumb against your clit.

“ you're so hot. “

“ and you're so damn hard. “

he pulled your string bikini down to your feet, and you lay down on the pool chair.

"open those legs wide. bunny. i said wider. “

you pushed them aside, revealing your wet pussy. he slipped between your legs, pinning them under his biceps.

“ do you think you can make me cum ? “

“ i will do better than that. what about multiple orgasms, needy girl ? “

he spat on his fingers, before starting to fingering you. you could tell he was good, and it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. his movements were fast, all of your wetness stuck to his fingers as he moved hard into your walls, stretching them. he made your chubby legs tremble on his arms, and your cries became more and more desperate.

"acting like a big girl and now crying like a child, such a pathetic slut."

you didn't respond, your eyes rolling all over the place, while you felt your hole open and clench on his fingers.

he was amused by your noises.

"having fun? you wanted to cry so much? keep dropping those tears, ruin your own dollface, crybaby.”

you were so turned on, your hole was dilated, completely open and his tongue had started to play with your clit, a trickle of saliva slipping to his glistening lips from your arousal fluids at your little button. he had licked it, sucking the pearl harder.

your walls were wrapped around his fingers, the sound steamy and hot of him thrusting inside. you were just a whining mess.

"rafe!...rafe...more!" you cried out.

he moved his digits in and out, you could see his lustrous tongue tucked in your clit, his nose against your pubic. his fingers went deep, covered by your wetness. he had speeded, and started to wreck your count with his big fingers.

“ save your tears, chubby bun, it's the beginning. you think my fingers are big ? fear better of my cock. “

he took off his shorts, tossing it to the side. he was painfully hard. your slobbering lips opened,

he had kissed you, crushing his muscular body against your larger one. you could feel his abs against your belly.

he was an aggressive kisser, kissing your lips violently, possessively.

“ don't kiss me like we are something. “

“ then don't get your pussy soaked like you wanted this more than me. enough talking. “

he made you close your mouth with his tongue, his saliva sliding into yours. you wanted it and you couldn’t deny it anymore. and he understood that.

he had positioned himself between your legs, pressing your thighs against his waist before pushing his cock into your pussy. he gave the first hard thrust, letting out a grunt as he felt how tight and wet you were. you could feel him inside you. his cock was hard to take, but you wanted to make him proud.

your mouth curved into a perfect circle-form, drool falling from your swollen lips. he had started to fuck you deeply, you could feel his hips slapping against your ass, his big balls hitting your thick body. they were full.

you were beautiful, a goddamn plus size hottie kook girl. and you made his heavy fat dick getting monstruous inside you, everytime his tip bumped into your spot. the way your ass jiggles as his deep thrusting, the way all your curves swing harder.

your vision was blurry, because he was fucking you too good. he was sweating. as he filled you, pushing his cock loudly and pounding into your inners so hard that you always ended up letting out a desperate cry. he also touched your curves, tracing their shapes with his fingers, emphasizing how perfect he found them. he also said that from now on, it was his.

"this body belongs to me. and you should really be careful not to forget it, you don't want this to end badly right, bunny?”

your pussy gripped him tighter and tighter, while you held your tits in your hands.

you turned your head quickly to say no. you didn’t want this to end badly but he had grabbed your jaw, gripping it tightly in his hand, forcing your mouth to open and curve, a trickle of saliva slipping from your lip.

“i want a clear answer. i want to hear yes.”

the pleasure was intense, your sensations amplified, the desire became more and more terrible.

your slopping pussy was leaking, and hungry. you could feel every inch of his hard cock, especially when he pushed all the way in.

“ i want to cum…let me cum ! “

“ beg for it and i will see. “

he wanted to continue his thrusts in your pussy. he loved seeing you cry. his sweat ran down his face, a drop glistening on the tip of his nose. his hair was messy, and stuck to his forehead.

“ please…! please…! i'm begging you ! i really need to cum…daddy ?” you tried.

and he had exploded in your walls at the mention of "daddy", making your squirts around his fat dick. your cunt was creamy, mixed with his cum dripping from your slit.

“ what was that ? “

“ what…” you played dumb. “ you mean the daddy thing ? “

“ call me that again and i make your pretty chubby tummy bigger by putting babies inside. “

“ i think you want a next round. “

“ you're right. time to make you pregnant.”

[bethanydelleman]

Sense & Sensibility should be called, Men with Secret Pasts. Edward can't marry Elinor because he has long been engaged to Lucy, Colonel Brandon hasn't been around because he has a ward from his former love who has gone missing, and Willoughby left Marianne because he seduced and impregnated that very ward!

More than any other Jane Austen book, the past actions of men, specifically Edward and Willoughby, are getting in the way of the future happiness of women. There is nothing Elinor or Marianne could have done better, they were loving men that had already made mistakes.

Or maybe this should be called, Men Ruining the Lives of Women. John Dashwood doesn't help his sisters (sure, Fanny talked him into it but he held the purse), Willoughby has ruined one woman completely and devestated Marianne, Colonel Brandon's brother destroyed Eliza the 1st, Uncle Dashwood decided against giving the girls a proper inheritance, and Edward's foolish decision to propose to Lucy has hurt Elinor.

There is nothing that any of the Dashwoods could have done better. No, not even Marianne, in my humble opinion.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Episode six - Bully in the Alley

Masterlist

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

This is a long one

"Do you think he'll like it? I should have packed more macaroons. Rainsford loves macaroons." Fanny chatted away as the three of you walked towards the stairs. You stop when you see the head nurse.

" Nurse Baggett, is Dr. Dawkins here?" You ask.

" On a Friday night? He's paying a house call on the Cat and Bagpipes." She laughs. Disappointed you turn back to your sisters who were already making their way up the stairs.

"Should I give Sneed a peek? What would you say to that?" Fanny said.

"Nothing really. Sneed isn't suited for you. His interest in us is purely political. He just wants to marry a governor's daughter and secure Head Surgeon. And he's already proposed to me." Belle rambled.

"Oh." Fanny stops walking.

"Fanny, he would've married any member of the family, including Father or the dog." Belle says.

"Belle, there is no need to be turt. Fanny, Sneed is not for you. He would not be attentive enough for you." You try to comfort her.

" So, when is your happy day?" She spits her words at Belle.

"The happy day was when I declined him." She replied.

"I should just fill my pocket with stones and walk into the sea." Fanny said.

"Sea's that way." Belle pointed.

"Belle, will you both stop this, now." You demand.

"So, just to clarify. Sneed's still available, then?" Fanny asks finally.

"For now." Belle agrees. The three of you walk into his private room. Fanny quickly delves into unpacking her basket of goodies.

"We've also got coconut macaroons, fruitcake, jam drops. Ooh, and this is pepper jelly. I made it myself to help with your recovery."

"How lovely. Lady Belle, are you well?" Sneed asks her, attempting to ignore Fanny.

"But it's quite peppery." Fanny continues.

"Better than someone who fought a pointless duel." They continued the back and fourth between the three of them. Your attention was held by the window you could hardly see through.

"Quickly. This way. Come on, quickly." You hear Hetty shouting. A Bell rings below. Running out of the room you see people clamouring all around.

"Cold compress on her. Splint that. Some doctors would be nice!" You see Hetty shouting. Jack stumbles in with a man's arm around his shoulders.

" Dr. Dawkins." You rush up to him.

" Lady y/n. Can you take him to the ward?" He hands the man over to you draping his arm over your shoulder.

"Are you even sober?" You ask.

"Three sheets to the wind. One sheet better than Prof usually is." He waves his arms. "Get your sister. I need her in the ward. Aputi, bring him in here." Jack walks away from you.

In the swirl of the chaos you do your best to help the nurses with bandaging and comforting the wounded people of Port Victory. Morning rose up without anyone really noticing. Seeing Jack standing beside the bed of one man you walked up to him.

"There's nothing more we could have done. Not with bleeding like that." He lets out a shaky breath, "Hetty, have you eaten anything at all?" He asks the nurse that looks set to fall down.

" No time." She replies.

Heavy footsteps stomp through the halls and you see your sister rushing up to Gaines.

" Captain Gaines, I will be speaking to my father!" She growls.

" Have you come to finish them off? Blinded in one eye, a fractured skull, and a ruptured femoral artery!" Jack's grits his teeth.

"All the results of resisting lawful execution of a warrant. And that's young Alfie Wilderkins if I'm not mistaken. This is a very good day indeed." Gaines grins and it churns your stomach.

" I want the men responsible court-martialled." You say.

"Well, that would be me. You'll need to tell the Governor his right hand is a criminal."

"Yes. That is a very good idea." You narrow your eyes at him.

" Arrest them. They're accomplices. All right. You, come with me." Gaines shouts and grabs one of the patients.

"They need medical care. I can't let you take these patients." You say putting your hands up across the ward door.

" They were never patients, Lady y/n. They're my prisoners. Stand aside." He moves close enough to you that you can smell the stink of his aftershave, "Your father indulges you. If you were my daughter..."

"I'd run away. Like your wife." You sneer at him. Gaines steps forward raising his hand ready to slap you but Jack catches him, wrenching him backward.

" Oi! Doc, you're needed over here." Fagin calls from the other side of the room. He drops Gaines' hand.

" Pity you didn't strike me, Dawkins." He growls at Jack before marching away.

"father can stop this!" You call to Belle.

"Where do you think I'm going?" She shouts back almost running from the hospital. You turn back to Jack.

"Are you alright?" He asks, you nod your head allowing him to take your hand.

"What do we do?" You ask.

"you've been here all night, go home and get some rest. Hetty you too. Neither of you are any good if you get sick as well." Hetty tries to protest but he shakes his head to her, "Go on, we'll be okay, come back later."

*_*_*_*

"Hold fire!" The Governor shouts as Belle wakes him by dropping. Heavy book onto the desk.

"Gaines has gone mad. People have lost their lives." Your sister tells him.

" No, surely not. I counselled moderation." He rebutes.

"Have you seen what's going on out there?" She asks.

"No, but... Oh, my word, that's lovely." He says taking a sip of congac.

" The hospital is overrun. Beaten by Gaines' men." She interrupts him.

"And I'm sorry you had to see that. The hospital really is no place for a lady. But I bear good news, Excellency." Gaines brushes past Belle. "Your operation has flushed out the notorious Kit Wilderkins."

" Oh, Gaines, that is wonderful news."your father chuckles.

" You ordered this, Father?" You ask storming into the room"

"Gaines is firm, darling, but there's a reason he kept our men alive in Africa."

"No, but he's maiming people. He's killing them." You protest.

" All regrettable incidents. Some were resisting arrest and attacking your men, Governor. I shall pray for their souls. Tell me, does your friend, Dr. Dawkins, ever cause a patient pain?" Gaines turns to you.

" Of course, in trying to help to... " You reply.

"Cure. Yes. And does Dr. Dawkins ever accidentally kill any of these patients?"

" Rarely." Belle interjects.

"And I'm sure he mourns it, as I do. You see, a colony is very much like a body..."

" Yes, I've read Hobbes." You cut him off.

"Then you will know that sometimes we must hurt in order to heal."

"A young man bled to death in the hospital overnight. What of his family?" You say.

"Ah, yes. Very sad. Alfie Wilderkins, only eighteen. Kit Wilderkins was his father. Together they held up the Murchings Bank stage coach last month, and killed three people. Corporal Hartmouth was begging for mercy when they shot him. Hartmouth had two dear little children, Rosie and William." Gaines pretended to feel remorse as he sat in a chair.

"Yes. Look, it's one thing to lose a man in battle, but to crime? It's hard to explain to the widow." The governor says.

"You see, my ladies, sometimes we need to cut a rotten part of the body politic in order to cure the whole." He speaks to you both.

"I know what part of the body politic I'd be removing." Belle bites back.

" Okay, thank you, Captain Gaines." The Governor dismisses his Captain before taking your and Belle's hands in his.

"Darlings... Darlings, I know you disapprove of Gaines and his methods. But I've been asked to turn a penal colony into a society. And I need men like him to make a prison into something better. Now, I'm not asking you to accept everything I do, but I am asking you both to support me and this family." He says.

"we will go back to the hospital and help." Belle says.

"No, we need to rest. Father, you should, perhaps put down your congac and take a good she's look at the people you surround yourself with. Come sister." You take her hand and lead her to the stairs.

"You're giving up?" She asks.

"No, Belle, Jack said we needed to sleep to rest, he sent Hetty away as well. He wants us at our best to help." You explain.

"And what will you do? Hold a few hands and get in the way?" She spat out the words.

You hold onto the emotions that threaten to spill out of your eyes.

*_*_*_*

"Belle, I may not be as smart as you are when it comes to medicine, but I am doing my best."

"You could be doing so much more, instead of wasting all your energy on a boy."

You push past her and storm up to your bedroom.

Three hours later you found yourself unable to sleep so you redressed in a simple cotton outfit, forgoing the hooped crinoline and opting for a smaller petticoat. You sneak back down stairs to the carriage that waited for you at the back of the house. Belle was already sat inside.

"took your time." She smiled. You say nothing, knocking on the carriage to signal the driver. Much to Belle's dismay you give her the cold shoulder all the way to the hospital. Choosing to keep your eyes on the trees going past.

She chased after you into the building when you arrived at the hospital.

"y/n please, I'm sorry." She calls after you. You ignore her finding Jack.

"What'd your father say? When's he going to stop this?" He asks you.

" Yes, I have spoken to my father. There are two sides to this. It's not as clear as..." you say walking through the corridors.

"He's dead. How much clearer could it be?" He almost shouts at you.

You stop and look at him for a moment, "Right, if you're to be like that, Jack..."

"I cannot believe you would give that man's story credence." He said. You turned once more marching god knows where as you spoke.

"I don't give a fig about Gaines, but I do trust my father's word on this."

"You can't agree with their methods?" He asked.

"Obviously not." You answered

" That boy bled to death in front of us."

"I know but, he was a bushranger, who killed one of Father's men."

"So they say."

" He's my father. He's many things, but he's not a liar. He's trying to bring peace to a colony you have to admit is out of control." You stomped through a closed door.

"Did you mean to walk into a cupboard?" Jack almost laughs.

" Obviously not!" You bit your lower lip to keep your emotions from bubbling over. "Gosh. You are incredibly irritating."

"So are you."

"'Cause you won't listen to anyone else's point of view. All I'm saying is it is not clear-cut."

"Look, you either want to be a help here, someone who cares for everybody, no matter how spotty their soul may be, or you are "milady," who gives six of the best to the peasants when we get uppity." He jibs you.

" Uppity? I know you had your past indiscretions, but these were bushrangers who killed three men, one a father." You reply.

" Some people need to thieve in order to eat." Jack sighs.

"And that can lead to death, too." It was getting harder to hold back your tears.

"Have you ever seen anybody dead on the streets from hunger?"

"No!" You agree.

"Have you ever paid for anything you've eaten? Or worn, or lived in?"

"That's a false syllogism." You say turning back toward the cupboard door. Jack runs up behind you.

"Whatever that is, it is not. If you can't see what is happening here, y/n, then you and I have big problems. This puts a wall between us." His arm is across You holding the door shut.

" You climbed it fine when you kissed me in the surgery." You say, a tear escaping down your face. Jack sighs, he knows he has pushed you too far. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"let me go, I should, I wish to leave." You whisper.

"Y/n-"

"I wish to leave."

You do not let any tears fall from your eyes until you reached your bedroom. Where you fling yourself upon your bed and cry until exhausted you fall asleep

*_*_*_*

The sound of Fagin's voice wakes you some time later and you tiptoe along behind him. With your arms crossed you wait at the door as he comes shuffling out of your father's office with a large Hessian bag.

"Stealing like a common thief again?" You say when he spots you.

"Yes, well only what was stolen from us in the first place." He raises his hands towards you in submission.

"Fine, take the lot. I no longer care."

"actually we could do with your help you know. Doc is getting your sister for an operation but you, you might be exactly what we need." His smile unnerved and intrigued you.

"Okay, take me there." You agree.

Belle and Dawkins come down the stairs discussing the procedure they are about to do. You pay them no mind as you step into the carriage.

"you're coming?" Jack asks hopeful.

"To help the people, not you." You say turning yourself away from them.

"Sorry about the pissing, Fagin, I just couldn't... Whoa! Hello, Your Majesty." Flashbang spoke when he saw you and Belle.

"Hello." You reply.

"Is this a criminal conspiracy?" Belle asks

"In a manner of speakin', yes."

"If you're going to the hospital, Belle, I'm coming to see Sneedy." Fanny pushes past Flashbang to get in beside Belle, forcing Jack to sit beside you. Fagin plonks himself on the luggage tray at the back and Flashbang hangs onto the side.

Jack glances at you occasionally, you are sure he wants to talk to you but you keep your eyes turned away only replying to Fanny.

At the hospital you follow them all inside. It's agreed that you'll go to the prof and distract him whilst the others got Red's baby out safely. When you were satisfied that he was deep enough into the second bottle you went up to Red's room. Fagin taking your place. Jack stands at the door.

"How is it going?" You ask keeping a distance from the doctor.

"Well I think, I'm not allowed in." He replies.

"Belle is operating alone?"

"she is more than capable."

"Of course she is, Belle would run rings around any trained man." You sit down beside Tim. "Red is strong, she'll be alright." You comfort him.

Jack watches you talk with the man, how he seems instantly at ease with you. All the people in Port Victory did. You held an air of kindness that spread out to those you spoke to. He had to admit to himself that having you here, speaking with the patients and holding their hands eased them. It made the wards feel lighter, as if death was not hanging over their heads. Taking in a long breath Jack turned back to his work opening the door just enough to call in.

" Nearly... I have it now." Belle says from.inside.

"How is it in there? Do you have the head yet?" He called.

"Now, pull up and out." Jack guides her.

" Just one more cut.* Hetty says as they clamp the umbilical chord, " She's out. Come on, Belle."

" Please breathe." Belle encourages the baby with a rub to its chest. The new born cries and everyone sighs with relief.

" Now stitch her, fascia first." Jack reminds her. "Is Red all right?" Tim pushing his way into the room.

"She's breathing steady, Tim." Belle reassures him, handing the now swaddled infant. With them all in the room you chose to stay out, waiting for Gaines to appear.

They managed to sneak the woman and the baby out of the room and secret her away in Jack's room.

Belle is cleaning away her equipment when Jack walks back in.

"We did it. Hetty and I, we kept them both alive." She smiles.

" In time for your father to hang her." Jack snaps back. Belle is about to argue when the door opens and Aputi and Flash bring a large basket into the room. You follow them in as they place the covered body on the bed.

"Well done."

"No! You're body snatching!" Belle rrmarks.

"Pretty standard in our line of work." Jack comments.

" You can't be serious."

"Belle,This is the only way to save her." You say.

" Clearly pregnant. Very good." Jack says before pulling the sheet back, "Clearly not pregnant. This a man." He chastises them.

" Big Kit's all we had in the deadhouse, Dr. Jack." Aputi explained as they left the room.

"This is madness! It can't work! And it's a capital offence!" Belle snapped

" So is killing a mother before she's even put her own child to her breast." You snap back.

"So, what's more important, milady?"

You are the first to hear Gaines approaching and slip out of the room. Jack follows you closing the door behind him.

"Captain," you pretend to feel sadness. "I fear the mother and baby died on the table. How does one bear this sort of loss, Captain?" You put a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving further. "I have never seen it, but perhaps you were right, darkness cannot birth light I suppose." You say. He nods.

"Yes, lady y/n, it is awful when the innocent are tard by the guilty." He pushes your hand away and attempts to step past you.

"You can't go in. Her body's undressed. For shame. And you, a Godly man. Have you no decency?" You pour every bit of heartache you had into the words.

"I need to see the body." He tells you.

" What are you going to do, Captain? Hang her corpse?" You ask.

" Have the Professor bring me the death certificate." The Captain hisses.

"Dr. Dawkins can sign it."

"No! I would find it much more reliable if the Professor signs it." He walks away. Turning yourself round to Jack you look up at him.

"Thank you." He says.

"I didn't do it for you." You drop your eyes to the ground.

"y/n, I-" you shake your head, "I'll see to the patient." He lets you walk away from him, wishing he hadn't.

Knocking on the door you step into the room, Red sat on the small bed by the window.

"How are you?" You ask.

"Better now. You know you are nothing like the rest of your family. There's a little crime in you." Red said with a chuckle, "would you like to hold her?"

You nod and come forward, sitting on the end of the bed. You take the bundle into your arms and rock her.

"She's beautiful." You say a wide smile on your face.

"it's suits you." Tim states.

"What is it, why didn't you follow society? Why ain't you married?" Red asked.

"oh, I.... I'm not well. I wouldn't make a man a widower or a child and orphan." You reply, keeping your eyes on the sleeping baby.

"Sorry." Red whispered. Not long after Fagin arrived and then Jack. At first you wanted to leave but you stayed at Tim's request. Jack poured you all a small glass of Fagin's stolen liqueur.

When at last Belle was done with her cleaning she came up to find you. Not wanting to speak to her you simply walked alongside to the carriage.

At home again you sat in your bed the blankets over knees when Belle and Fanny came giggling into her room. Belle climbed into the bed beside you and Fanny dropped her head to your lap.

"I shared my first kiss." She said looking UK at you.

"With Sneed?" You asked.

" And did you enjoy it?" Belle cuddled closer. "Mixed. At first, it was lovely. But then I think I hurt him rather badly. He was quite angry, actually." She screwed up her face.

"Someone'll sweep you off your feet when you least expect it in the most inconvenient of moments." You say brushing back her hair and stroking her face with the back of your hand.

" I had a thought." She said, flipping herself onto her stomach, "Considering your health, perhaps you and Dr. Dawkins could have a long, happily unconsummated love affair until he walks off, desolate, into the windswept moors..." she all but sings her fantasy, you feel a pang of gult.

"We don't have moors here." Belle reminded her.

"But yes, that is a nice thought." You agree. Your sisters cuddle into you and you all giggle over the day until your mother commands you all to bed.

*_*_*_*_*

Fagin and Dawkins sat at a table in the tavern, Rotty poured them both a drink I to the metal tankards.

"So, our old Cheekybones did well." Fagin grins. "Yeah. She did, didn't she?"

"And her sister, the older one, she is a boone, still, it's not really their world, is it? And you've got to remember, Dodge, theirs isn't yours." He reminded the younger man. Jack played with his cup and turned to the window. His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the nicest sight he had seen in days. Without saying a word to his companion, Jack walked outside.

"Milady. I must warn you I am a little bit drunk. In fact, I am approaching strutting pigeon."

You smile from below your cape, dropping the hood down. Reaching out you take the cup from his hand and swallow down the liquid.

" So am I, now." You smile, "The crime, it's not just for survival. You actually love it." You say.

"The worst parts of me do." Jack admits.

"well, I cannot say I did not enjoy getting one over on Gaines." You admit. Jack laughs.

" It's hopeless, isn't it?" You take a step toward him.

"Oh, yes. We are completely unsuited." He agrees matching your movement.

"We should really never see each other socially." You offer up words you don't believe.

"No, that wouldn't be right." He said moving close enough to slide his hand around your waist. Crashing his lips to yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You spin him round so his back hits the wall.

" Holy hell, we're in trouble." You whisper.

"So much trouble." Jack he replies placing his lips to yours and you feel all your resolve disappearing.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." Jack speaks between kisses.

Everything had changed in that few seconds. Your life would never be the same.

Episode seven

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[ailendolin]

Halloween Ghosts headcanons that I may or may not turn into a fic:

for 24 hours, when the veil between the worlds is especially thin, the ghosts are more in touch with the living world, meaning they can feel the warmth of a fire or the cold of the wind

it also means those with wounds like Thomas, Pat or the Plague Ghosts feel pain

it becomes easier for the ghosts to use their powers on Halloween:Julian doesn't exert himself when he's moving something or typing on the laptop and Robin can cause power surges just by getting excited about something

Fanny is more visible in pictures taken on that day and Jemima's singing can be heard from two rooms away (Mike totally doesn't find that creepy)

Humphrey’s head stays on its body for once

when a living walks through a ghost, they can see the ghost for a brief moment

Jack-o'-lanterns, but only those made from turnips, have the power to ward off spirits: they make it impossible for a ghost who has wandered outside the house to come back in (but not impossible for a ghost inside the house to leave it)

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Lady of The Day 🌹 Fannie Ward ❤️

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Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 1

Fannie Ward: A Marriage of Reason (1907 Broadway); The New Lady Bantock (1909 Broadway); Madam President (1913 Broadway)

Lillie Langtry: Mrs Trevelyan in The Degenerates (1900 Broadway and National Tour US); Rosalind in As You Like It (1906 South Africa)

Propaganda under the cut

Fannie Ward:

Lillie Langtry:

The Jersey Lily! I’m originally from Jersey and no one has ever heard of us so I adore that there’s a famous performer from our island!

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Fannie Ward (St. Louis, Missouri, 22/02/1872-New York City, 27/01/1952).

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Fun in the studio. Fanny Ward delights her audience with a song, accompanied by Fatty Arbuckle and some boys of the American Navy.

-Picture Show, January 17, 1920

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The Famished Doctor and Their Devoted Ghost

Danny takes on a new murder case for the Roseville Gazette that people presume is his, but he's never taken the organs of his victims. His curiosity gnaws at him, he needs to know who is this new homicidal partner he shares the town with, and who is this new girl that's making him doubt about his future plans.

Chapter 2: Um… An awkward first meeting

Chapter summary: A white mask with the permanent scream, those black eyes seeing back at her, how in the actual hell she had ended up like this.

Chapter Trigger Warnings: explicit mention of murder, cannibalism and violence, explicit monologue of Reader thoughts of cannibalism, murder and violence, Danny being himself.

Wc: 4,5K

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Tuesday, she had taken a shift at the maternity ward that day, she loved gossiping with the mothers, but she hated the cries of newborns with all her heart, well she loved the cries for help of many of her victims but she hated the high-pitched cries of babies. Today she had seen Casey behaving uneasily, in her words she was showing the first signs of paranoia, her suspicions were that her boyfriend was becoming suspicious of her constant flirting at work or that the boss was noticing how she wasn't doing half of her tasks and was passing them on to others.

She let her mind focus on what she had to do that day, she had to go visit young mother Cindy, she worked at the Roseville Gazette, she was very nice to her. This was going to be her first child that she had decided to have by artificial insemination, she didn't mind being a single mother, she was in her sixth month, her belly was very big and in three weeks she was going to start her maternity retreat. Something he liked about her was how gossipy she was, he loved to sit next to her and listen to everything that went on in her office, it was because of her that he found out that Olsen had a reputation for being a womanizer, an idiot with a big ego, many envied him for his success with Ghostface.

For her he was just another idiot who profited from the art of another, that morning she had seen the article he had done for her crime on Sunday, she was half offended that they would take her work by the hands of Ghostface when it had been her, at least something that made her happy was to see how Olsen left a little doubt that it had been the other murderer, but it would have been rather that a new one had arrived in the city. If she could, she would send Gloria's heart to him as a thank you and she could put herself in the spotlight. 

She arrived at the room where Cindy was waiting, she had to take her vital signs and then leave her in Dr. Anne's hands for an ultrasound.  She smiled when she saw Cindy's reddish hair, greeted her and went to the shelves to take out the sphygmomanometer for her blood pressure, it was strange for the others to see her using that obsolete instrument when digital ones already existed. 

"Could you please give me your arm, Miss Cindy?"  She asked holding up the instrument, she watched as the woman did as request, she saw in Cindy's eyes how she was already going to complain to her for calling her Miss.

"Luna, I already told you that you could stop calling me Miss." The redhead smiled at the sight of her favorite nurse as she cooperated with what she asked. "Luna, you're not going to believe what happened in the office, I have to tell you the gossip of the history." He noticed how she was so excited to tell someone else her experiences, Fanny adored this woman, she was on his never to attack list as well as being included in his moral code.

She heard about the new rumour that Olsen had fallen out with the boss for the thousandth time, that would explain her appearance in the paper, it was normal that Olsen did not totally follow the orders given to him by his boss and took a lot of creative liberties in the articles he did for the Gazette. He had become famous for being stubborn and not changing his opinions for others.

She kept taking her vital signs, the sides of her heart and lungs, to write them down on the chart paper used to report to the doctor. She continued to listen as the woman told her about her experiences at work, the typical love affairs of secretaries and bosses, the problems of having a swollen belly when she was a reporter who had to visit many places for her writing.

She let her mind be consumed by her thoughts, what could she have that day, a nice lemon liver or lung stew, she had so much to choose from. She did believe in the phrase it is what you eat, for she was a very human person, even if she considered that those, she ate were not very nice, and kind. She snapped out of her own thoughts when she heard Cindy calling out to her to see if she was paying attention, so she decided to answer her.

"I'm sorry Cindy, I was thinking about today's duties, I apologize for missing your story" She answered to pick up the stethoscope to listen to the heartbeat of the baby growing inside the redhead.

As she listened to her heartbeat, she heard Cindy mention that she already had several names planned for the tenderness growing inside her, Fanny could only smile as she heard that she planned Sydney as a possibility, a very nice name and a beautiful city as well.

"That will be all, Cindy, I'll go and get Dr. Anne, she'll be along shortly to see you" They both said their goodbyes, as Fanny left, she left the clipboard in the door holder.

She started to walk towards the rest room of this area, when she got there, she saw Dr. Anne Jackson, when she saw her the woman got up to start walking towards her.

Anne Jackson was a 42-year-old woman, a brunette with a few grey hairs from her extensive experience in obstetrics. Mrs. Jackson smiled at the sight of the blonde.

"Dr. Jackson, Miss Miller, you are ready for your consultation." Fanny advised as she gave the doctor a sweet grin.

"Thank you, Graham, you left the papers at the door, didn't you?" the doctor asked as she began to put her gown back on, to which the blonde nodded to add.

"Yes ma'am, also, remember after Miss Miller, comes Mrs. Porter, remember to wear gowns because of the mysophobia." Luna said as she watched the doctor start to make her way to the office.

"Thank you, Graham, now if you'll excuse me there is work to do." The woman began to walk back the way Luna had come from, she sighed as she felt satisfied to see how she had finished a task.

She decided to look at the time on her pocket watch (it was one of those pocket watches you would see in the 19th century) noting that it was the start of her lunch break, she went to check out and collect her things to go out for lunch, something that was routine for her every Tuesday.

She usually went to lunch at a family business, a restaurant called Daisy, where they had the best sandwiches in town, her favourite was always the Italian one, the combination of the sausages, the two types of cheese, mozzarella and provolone, and the fresh vegetables, was a work of art.

She began to walk to the restaurant, which was only a block and a half from her work, hoping that her lunch break would be peaceful and that there would be no inconvenience of any kind.

Danny was sitting in a booth of the diner with a strawberry milkshake and a half-eaten sandwich in front of him, he had his notebook of drafts of his writings, he couldn't believe his luck, first he had a murderous block and now writer's block, he swore by Philly that he was going to kill anyone who was near him.

He looked up from his notebook when he heard the door chime, his curiosity made him peek out of the side of the booth where he was to see who it was that had entered the premises.

That's when he saw the girl that lately was making him doubt about what would be his next step in Roseville, Luna Graham, by the information he had collected from Cindy when he had talked to her about how her pregnancy was progressing, by the information she had given him, Luna was from Boston but because of her charitable works she rotated from state to state in any hospital or clinic that asked for help, the last one she had been in was in Texas, where she left after having problems with the weather, to be specific fainting due to heat strokes, something suspicious if you asked him. Also, he found that the girl seemed to have Latin ancestry from a small Central American country thanks to her mother, her blonde hair was because of her father, who was American, she said she had gained all the recessive genes from her father, something that unfortunately had happened to him as well.

He took a good look at what the girl was wearing now, her light blue nurse's scrub, he thought it was adorable to see that her uniform shirt had a sun and moon drawn where her heart should be and she was wearing a long sleeve shirt underneath with the same design, it must have been personalised. He saw that she was walking around with a bag on her side that seemed to contain one or more heavy books, he was very attentive to see how Daisy, the owner of the dinner, changed her frown when she saw the blonde.

"Luna, what's up, I assume you'll be ordering your usual, sweetheart." Daisy spoke to her very charismatic, now she had another clue from the owner of her uncertainty, she came to the restaurant often. Luna nodded as she set her things down on the chair next to where she sat at the bar.

"That's right, Miss Daisy, I hope, if there's any of my usual, it's been a tiring day." Luna spoke as she pulled a medical magazine out of her bag, she was still beaming, that smile was strange in Danny's eyes, it seemed natural but artificial, something she had only ever seen in the very smiles he gave as Jed.

He pondered a bit if he should approach the girl, but first he was not going to let that excellent Italian sandwich go to waste, it was his favourite of all the food places in town. When he finished, he took his milkshake and started walking to the bar, getting increasingly into character as he got closer.

"What a great surprise to meet you here, dear missy." He spoke gently as he saw the woman's surprise as he saw her face, he could quickly read the title of the magazine that was in her possession, "Medical Novelties in the field of forensic pathology, read the new methods of performing autopsies on patients", how curious that a nurse would read something about autopsies when her job was the furthest thing from that field of study.

"Um... It's a pleasure to see you too, Mr. Olsen." He watched as the girl blushed, he did not know if it was from embarrassment or discomfort, either way, it made him feel more interested in this prey in front of him. "Am... I mean Jed, I'm sorry I forgot your request for me to call you by name at our next meeting."

He wanted to laugh at how the girl just embarrassed herself, he waved his hand as he said, "You have nothing to worry about missy, I rather appreciate how much respect you have for someone like me." He let out that smug smirk he hated to do, but Jed was very narcissistic and needed it.

The blonde blushed more intensely at his words, as she tried to hide from his gaze in her magazine. Danny smiled inwardly at how adorable she looked, like a scared doe before the evil fox that would eat her.

"It's what one should normally do, Jed." She spoke almost in a whisper as she remained embarrassed, fiddled with the pages of the magazine.

The brun continued to converse with the blonde, it was a casual chat between the two, normal questions were asked, what do you like, how had her life in Roseville gone on, for Danny it was an interrogation without the girl being aware of it, he wanted to know more about his next muse.

Luna seemed to be everything Cindy had narrated to him, a very good young woman, with a sweet heart, she spoke to him, even if she was a heavy introvert, with honesty. She had told him about her Texas experiences, how it was fun to see all kinds of different injuries from the craziest stories of field work.

He laughed with her when she told him one of those crazy stories, some farmers came up with the idea of practicing archery with their family for the upcoming hunting season, because their youngest son, who was 10, ended up shooting an arrow into the backside of one of his older brothers, she says she still remembers all the curses she learned that day thanks to the family's frustration.

When Daisy returned, she herself was surprised to see that shy light blue-eyed girl, she handed her the sandwich with a smile, as she watched curiously.

"You are a very interesting person, Jed." The girl commented to him as she started to take her lunch, they both continued with their talk, for an outsider they should be good friends.

Some of the topics they touched on were, how Luna was impressed by the events in the city, Jed told her a bit about the old jobs he had had in other cities, always in gazettes. They both noted the casualty that they both had lifestyles that would be considered nomadic, that only reaffirmed Danny's suspicions that something was hidden by this woman.

"I never thought the life of a journalist was all that interesting, honestly." She admitted the girl after swallowing a good bite of her sandwich, Jed smiled with his ego as, he said it was just the usual for someone like him.

Luna finished eating and continued talking to the brown-eyed man, Danny didn't want to accept it, however, he felt that little voice in the back of his brain was ordering him that he had to get that hypnotic color out of her, that strong red, that red that left the metallic scent in all his sense of smell. He snapped out of his trance-like state as he heard the blonde's apology that she had to start getting back to his work.

"I appreciate your company today, Jed, still, it's almost the end of my break for lunch, hopefully we can meet again." The girl put away her magazine as she gave that cutesy smile, he conceded with his opinion.

"Only luck would allow me to see such a sweet missy like you again, my dear." He winked his eye mischievously, he wanted to tease as he watched the girl drop off her meal money as quickly as possible while escaping her courtship.

He mimicked her actions leaving the money for his order on the bar, he began his walk back to the office, keeping the whole new idea formulated in his brain, it seems his ultimate work of art in this city was beginning to take shape.

That Wednesday night her only company was cheap Chinese food, the binoculars in her hands and her notebook, you might wonder what the hell she was doing at fucking 1am on the roof of a few flats staring at a specific flat on the 4th floor. Well, the answer was very simple, it was the end of his second month, her much-loved gluttony had caused her to be left with two provisions out of the seven she had collected from Gloria, she cursed NBC for letting her get inspired and cravings from watching how well Hannibal Lecter cooked.

Appartement 4-D was where her new dinner He found him when he had gone for a follow-up of a shoulder dislocation, when she saw his record, she noticed how spectacular his record was, his body mass was perfect, he had an excellent balance, he didn't have much fat but he had enough to be healthy. If she managed to have a good time, she could even take cuts out of his muscles, something she hadn't done for months, she never found such a good candidate to spend her time on it.

With her binoculars she observed the whole structure of the building, the emergency staircase seemed to be difficult to climb because of how old it was, she still had a few days to test that metal staircase. The windows were old and the locks were rusty, a few taps with her cane and she would be able to get in easily. She also had to test the density of the walls just in case the prosciutto she was chasing might put up a fight, she hoped her mixed martial arts skills would help her against the big guy.

She took some chop suey she had bought from the 24/7 restaurant in town, took her notebook and wrote down the most important things about the building that would be her new canvas.

In that booklet were all the most important things about each victim she had stalked, she always put the name of a cut of meat or a cold meat.

Her creativity could be one of her best qualities, the way she created that code which made it difficult to know what she was saying in that booklet, what she mentioned was as if she was a cooking fanatic who wrote down her gastronomic experience, the way she always positioned her victims in different ways so that they didn't notice any other pattern than that of the organs.

Honestly, she did think of them as food for her, cuts of meat that she enjoyed with the best recipes she could find in her gastronomic books and recipes.

In these nights of loneliness, she began to reflect on her actions in life, even when she started all this cannibalism, in her thoughts, she helped to not hurt animals, technically humans are animals though for her and many humans were the monsters of this life, who had been the one that made her fall into this habit of cannibalizing her equals, how was their face, these and other things were hidden in that forbidden vault of her mind.

Fuck, she needed a good fucking lavender or mint ciggie, whatever but she needed smoke in her body, as she saw the lights in the flat come on, it was John just back from work, that was her cue to get out of there, the prosciutto would go to sleep, she needed at least 8 or 9 hours of sleep too, she loved Thursdays when she started at 10 am at the clinic. She picked up the few things she had on the roof, put her balaclava on and walked down the stairs to her car, which was in the alley next to the building where she was watching.

Monday, the first day of her second month in Roseville, it was exactly midnight, she had gone an hour earlier than John usually came back, she needed to set the stage. She was ready to commit her work of art today. She stared at the building in front of her, she had already unfolded the top of the stairs. She just needed a little warm up before she entered the place, you never know when she might get a wound for not having warmed up her muscles properly, something she had learned in her first year of action. She took from her car her mask, her bag and lastly the cane with the raven handle she liked to use, that same cane was from an antique shop she had gotten very cheap.

She checked that the lenses of the mask were not fogged up, and with it on she began to climb each step of the metal structure in silence, until she reached the fourth floor. She looked at the window, noticing how John had put the lock on it. Ha! What an idiot if he only realized that those locks were the cheapest, she had ever seen. She tapped on the metal, one, two, three, and it was open, she crept in, took the main items from the bag she carried in her waistband, a speaker, her cocktail, her kit and ice chest, those last two she hid under the kitchen counter.

She looked at the contents of the syringe, just in case she had brought two doses that night, she put them both in the pockets of her jacket, she started walking towards John's room, there she would place the speaker, she had recorded on tape the moans and sounds of the carnal act, on Thursday she noticed that the walls were very thin, if there was a fight back she needed something to cover it up, an extra point she had to mention was that more than once at this hour she took great aversion at hearing the upstairs neighbours committing that, she assumed John would not be surprised to hear that when he came in.

She left it on the lad's bed, smiled as she felt her mind machining every damn detail of what she would do that night, for all the most beautiful cats, how she loved being able to commit these crimes considered crimes against humanity. Seriously she should take a psychiatrist as her next victim and while she had him drugged have a session without paying, what a good idea she should write it down later.

She pulled out her pocket watch and looked at the time it was barely 12:15 am, she had a good 45 minutes to do whatever she could think of so why not play around the flat a bit, she noticed the swivel chair on the desk John had in the living room, why was it shown to her.

She swivelled and swivelled as she let little giggles escape her lips, they might think it was very childish, but it connected her to her past, as much as she disliked it, she loved bringing back the few good memories that existed from that childhood. She swivelled a few more times in the chair, before sighing and stopping to let her mind waste away in the pain of thinking about that past she hid so deep in her mind.

She looked at a fixed point before she came out of her thoughts, she decided to look in her bag for the magazine she never managed to finish reading, all thanks to Olsen’s fault, she placed her watch in her hand so she wouldn't miss the arrival of the prosciutto at any moment.

The reading was interesting, it told of a new method that was being developed to facilitate the extraction of blood from a body, a machine that would introduce formalin into the body and the blood would be drawn, something that would make the work of forensic pathologists much easier. It was interesting to see what the new decade would bring, the beginning of a new millennium, it would be interesting to see if she could come up with better ways to catch people like her, cold-blooded killers.

She looked at the glass clock, it was 12:50 am, it was time to put everything away and prepare everything, she walked gracefully into the room and played the perverted sounds that would serve as a cover. She decided that her hiding place would be a dimly lit corner with black curtains drawn.

Within minutes, she heard the jingling sound of keys going into the lock, it was a faint sound from the moaning, still, her trained ear managed to hear it, she watched as John entered the flat with a look of disgust, oh love, you don't want that to be the last face before you take your final breath.

She watched him walk around his flat without any discomfort at the lack of light, when she saw him turn his back to her, she decided to come out slowly from where she was hiding, she tightened her gloves before she was less than a metre away from him, she touched his shoulder to turn him over, just when he would react, he received a punch from Famine directly on his nose, being on her knuckle as it had been dislocated, something she would have to fix later.

John's eyes were watery, and he felt dizzy, that blow had altered all his systems. Just as he was about to defend himself, he felt a strong blow to his ribs, it seemed to be something metallic, in the little he could see he noticed the foot of his attacker, which he decided to take to unbalance him and flee to his room.

Fanny felt how she fell before the strong pull that John had given her, she almost fell to the ground if she hadn't grabbed a piece of furniture, she pulled herself together quickly seeing where her victim was going, she grabbed her cane, it was time to leave marks on the wretch. She trotted quickly to where John was staggering, pulled him by the collar of his shirt making him hit his back against the floor, placed her boot on the man's chest.

She pulled out her syringe, holding it in her dominant hand while with the other she took the baton and gave him a good stun shot to the head, in a matter of seconds she had the syringe in his jugular vein releasing the contents. She kept her boot on the Italian American’s chest, after having pulled out the syringe, she loved watching him fight to get her off him, she needed him to have a high heart rate thanks to the adrenaline, that would increase the effectiveness of the drug. She let a wicked grin begin to form on her lips as she watched the man's movements become weaker and weaker, she let more pressure build on his chest to complete saying.

"What's up rude boy, do you feel bad that a lassie like me has made you this submissive." She scoffed leaning on the knee of the leg she had on him.

She saw the man's desperation in his eyes, she would have continued to mock him, had she not noticed a movement at the window through which she had entered.

When she finally turned her face fully to see what was in it, that's when she saw the object of her current admiration in Roseville, someone who made people not want to leave their homes, Ghostface himself was staring back at her in that black abyss he had for eyes.

Bloody fucking hell, she had fucked up.