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surv1vrs · 26 days

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Liam and Celia are the twins of Buffy Summers and Angel. Conceived on Buffy’s 17th birthday, the same night Angel lost his soul in a moment of pure happiness. A couple of months later, before Buffy had sacrificed Angel to put Acathla back in his resting state, she found out she was two and a half months pregnant. After she killed angel and ran away to los angeles she’d experienced a full term pregnancy with twins. She’d seen bits of Angel in both of them when she held them at the hospital. knowing she wasn’t ready to be a mom, and starting to learn to care for herself. the parents that adopted the twins knew that the supernatural world existed, they had known her former watcher, merrick, and were trying to have kids. the couple were unsuccessful and were told they wouldn’t be able to have children of their own, so they adopted buffy’s twins. buffy had made one request when they agreed to adopt the twins, buffy got to give them names. she’d expected that these would be her only chance to have children. buffy never thought she’d ever live long enough to go to college, let alone ever get the chance to marry and have children, so she wanted to name the children she’d conceived with her first love. She named the boy Liam, after Angel, and she named the girl Celia, after the cousin she’d watched die when she was a child. the valentine’s agreed to the girl’s request, letting her name the children. they knew the stories of the slayer, how short their lives generally are, they wanted her to have some connection to the children she was giving up for adoption.

Growing up in Los Angeles, Liam and Celia were close to their adoptive parents, not really knowing when they were younger that they were adopted. The Valentine’s kept that they adopted the twins a secret from them, telling everyone around them not to let the twins know. That for their own safety they were better off not knowing that they were adopted. They knew that if Liam and Celia found out that they were adopted, they would go looking for their biological parents, and that would put them in danger. The Valentine’s also kept a close eye on both children, being the children of a vampire, to see exactly what they would be capable of.

When the twins were eight, they first experienced blood lust for the first time. Maggie, their adoptive mother, had taken them to the park and while they had been playing with other children, a child had fallen off the monkey bars and broke their arm. the twins stood on the playground looking down at the child as their arm bled, the child’s parents sweeping them up to rush them to the hospital. they were mesmerized by the blood and fangs took place of their teeth momentarily as they went towards the blood that was left behind. Maggie swept them away, ending their trip to the park. They never went back to the park, Maggie and Alan having bought a playground set for their house. While they allowed their children to attend public school, any time spent with friends they’d made was to be spent in Maggie and Alan’s care. Parents thought they were just being overprotective, but they were looking to protect the other kids over their own. Alan, having been part of the watcher’s council as well, started training both children, giving them a way to test exactly what the children were capable of, test how strong they were.

As Liam and Celia got older, more of their father’s side started showing itself, they started becoming more and more sensitive to sunlight, and the crosses around the house started hurting them. Their lust for blood started getting stronger, and they started to get weaker without blood. Alan noticed that not only did they have similar abilities to vampires, he also took note of some special abilities the twins had shown over the years. Liam and Celia having always been able to find each other during hide and seek as little kids, and always seemed to be having private conversations, or feeling each other’s pain & emotions. Alan kept a journal of everything he and his wife had witnessed over the years from the twins. They intended to share the knowledge with the Watcher’s council and with Buffy & Rupert Giles — Buffy’s watcher — so that everyone had the knowledge of what dhampirs were capable of. But as Celia got older, Alan saw signs of her being a potential slayer, thinking it was passed down from Buffy. But that meant that her existence had to have been foreseen, that the higher powers had foreseen a slayer and a vampire having a child together. He trained both of them to hunt evil, even if some people would see them as evil themselves. Alan liked to point out that they had heartbeats, that they had souls, and they were inherently good.

when Liam and Celia were eleven, Alan and Maggie were killed by vampires. They were to go into foster care if social services couldn’t find any family. Liam and Celia found the journals that their parents kept, including the one that mentioned that they were adopted, but they kept their biological parents' names out of the journals. they also found all the observations about them that they had made, the notes on their abilities. they packed their journals up and took them when they got placed into a foster home, staying in their first home for two years before their foster parents were killed by a vampire. This vampire went to kill them too, but Celia had killed him before he could kill them, pushing a leg that was broken off a chair into his heart, watching him turn to dust. for the next four months, they lived in another foster home until liam broke their foster father’s arm defending him and his sister from being abused by him. liam didn’t get charged with anything since he was defending himself, and they got placed into a group home temporarily. their social worker didn’t want to separate them, but after a year in a group home, their social worker had to separate them, no couple wanted to take on two children. so at fourteen, liam and celia were separated for the first time since they were born. they spent the next two years in different foster homes on different sides of the city.

at sixteen, liam and celia were finally reunited. having foster parents that were more than willing to take in two children to keep siblings together. little known to the pair, the mother had been a retired member of the watcher’s council prior to it’s fall, and she’d known alan. she had copies of his journals about them, and knew what to expect. When they entered their home, she continued with their training, assuming that they would be rusty. everything alan had taught them came back to them instantly as they were able to defend themselves against her training attacks. their foster mother doubled as celia’s watcher when she was activated a month into living with them.

at eighteen, both liam and celia had the taste of human blood. their foster mom having sent celia on patrol with liam to back her up, they had encountered a vampire who hit a vein in their victim and it sprayed across the two, the blood getting into their mouths. liam and celia started craving blood to the point that their foster mom had been getting blood bags for them and diluting it with their drinks on a daily basis. neither of the twins could stomach the diluted blood, it wasn’t enough to sustain them, so they started to get weaker until they started drinking straight from the bags. their foster mother warned them on drinking blood often, the more they drank it the more vampire like they would become. celia tried not to drink as much, knowing that she’d become the thing she’s been destined to hunt while liam ignored their foster mother and started drinking more blood, finishing off his sister’s blood bags when she’d stopped drinking them.

wanting to know about where they come from, who their birth parents are, and wanting answers, liam started digging through what was left of their birth parents’ belongings & looking through their foster mother’s belongings as well to see if she’d had any clue about who their birth parents were. liam had found an old email from alan on her computer, and sent to other people as well, talking about twins they’d adopted, twins born to a slayer and a vampire with a soul, how the vampire had lost his soul during a moment of pure happiness with said slayer, and said slayer had killed him once his soul had been restored. liam printed the email and showed it to celia, telling her that this was them that their father had been talking about. that their father had known who their parents were. that this email had to help them find their birth parents. celia wanted to find their birth parents too, she wanted to know what was missing. so they started searching for them, running away from their foster home, and abandoning celia’s watcher to track down their birth parents

#celia valentine.#liam valentine.#bio.

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blackout-files · 1 month

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welcome to another world of villains, vigilante's and illegal science!

The Blackout Files is a superhero fiction following several characters and story arcs. The aim is to, one day, turn this into a comic book series - but i'm not too confident in my abilities for that to happen just yet.

for now, there's this blog, which is bringing tbof out of my notes app and dm's with my friend and introducing it to anyone who happens to stumble across us.

it's still very much in it's drafting stage, a lot of the characters are only just starting to get their legs underneath them and a lot of the world itself is vastly underdeveloped but. if you're here, thank you for joining me on this exciting little journey to hopefully, one day, bring this thing to life <3

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characters

Merrick | STREPERA

Liam

Shade | MORNINGSTAR

Connor | CV

Rhiannon | ELECTRADASH

JELLY

STRIKER

worldbuilding

the black out files

SUNDOWN inc.

Con + Rhi history

playlists

connor's morning mix general

#original fiction #superheroes #admin

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goalhofer · 3 months

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2023-24 Calgary Wranglers Famous Relations

#20 Alex Gallant: Brother of former Cleveland Monsters LW Brett Gallant. #23 Rory Kerins: Brother of former Jokers De Cergy-Pontoise RW Liam Kerins. #5 Colton Poolman: Son of former University Of North Dakota men's hockey strength & conditioning coach Mark Poolman & brother of Vancouver Canucks D Tucker Poolman. #46 Mathias Pettersen: Son of former Manglerud Stjerne Ishockey 2 LW Flemming Pettersen. #21 Kevin Rooney: Nephew of former Maine Mariners LW Steve Rooney. #7 Brett Sutter: Son of former Calgary Flames head coach Darryl Sutter, nephew of former Red Deer Rebels head coach Brent Sutter, former Chicago Blackhawks head coach Brian Sutter, former Florida Panthers head coach Duane Sutter, Rogers SportsNet hockey analyst Rich Sutter and Calgary Flames player development coach Ron Sutter, cousin of former Vancouver Canucks C Brandon Sutter, Red Deer Rebels assistant GM Shaun Sutter, former Vienna Haupstadte RW Brody Sutter, Buffalo Sabres scout Luke Sutter, former Red Deer Rebels vice president of hockey operations Merrick Sutter and Hershey Bears RW Riley Sutter.

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quirk-nova · 9 months

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The Astronomical Chronicles Cast (Part 3)

(Click on the underlined links to learn more)

The Alien Archaics

A group of prehistoric humans, anthropomorphic animals, ancient witches, demons, and Era 1 Gems from Homeworld and Brahma Diamond’s court who represented the Tzolk’in Mayan zodiac. They all had various abilities that were associated with their corresponding zodiac signs. The behaviors and legends of the Alien Archaics have been carefully documented by the people of their respective realms.

Caimadile

Windsnatcher

Vesperlupus

Dea

Chiic

Mortis

Scori

Alaru

Phoenix Lapis Lazuli

Kyo

Archi

Mead

Glade

Oncamyst

Lumil

Bravr

Clay

Gray Flint

Fulgurite

Poppy Topaz

The Luminaries

A set of characters who don’t represent zodiacs and take inspiration from the non-zodiac constellations recognized by the International Astronomical Union (IAU).

Svanbergite

Dick Forepaw

Remedy Gravitor

Izzy Merrick

Forsterite

Pilirani Snoets

Nalani Tanika

Goswin Vance

Abellaite

Jay

Morana

Athena Brand

Pyrite

Roz

Christopher

Gray Negrescu

Peacock Agate

Misty Liddy

Domovoy

Cohen Neidhardt

Red Spinel

Ange

Petra

Harper De Luca

Boracite

Gloria

Yume Sweven

Eustace Floros

Brown Zircon

Trill

Stonefeather

Kira Solberg

Verneuil Ruby

Queen Loxodonta

Theia Tanika

Benjamin Gagnon

Serpentine

Serac

Hubert Arkwright

Percy Fairburn

Brookite

Wilbur Forepaw

Amanita Mosconi

Johanna

Arizona Blue Opal

Charlene Blackspine

Diana Ephemeral

Roxana

Tiger’s Eye

Dotty

Aaron Reredos

Ramona Barnett

Ametrine

Charity Tomastia

Dar

Missy

Silver

Gambol

Zoantho

Liam Floros

Cat’s Eye Aquamarine

Delmar

Louis Gravitor

Burgundy Barnett

Hexius

Roderick Gravitor

Eric Barnett

Lynn

Helena Gravitor

Shirley Keen

Abe

Murray McNamara

Joy

Kaito

#the astronomical chronicles au #mayan zodiac #constellations #steven universe ocs #anthro ocs #amphibia ocs #the owl house ocs #human ocs

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acutechaos · 1 year

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Character Names

Feminine/Androgynous Names

Dylan

Remington/Remy/Remi

Aiden

Wren

Velle

Hallow

Rian

Ashen

Brina (Breena)

Rowan/Rowen

Theo

Brine

Finley

Santana

Blake

Briar

Ezra

Sage

Quinn

Gwen

Ophelia

Imogen

Nerezza

Hella

Ryoko

Eilana

Avery

Masculine/Androgynous Names

August

Ashton

Kai

Kyr

Lowell

Remington

Sawyer

Alex

Garrick

Cyrus

Damon

Dane

Liam

Micah

Merrick

Ellis

Elias

Spencer

Kehn

Orris

Last Names

Somerland

Arnett

Killian

Kincaid

Lawson

Marsden

Roark

Beckett

Saxon

Peregrin

Gable

Maddox

Rhodes

Fawkes

Strauss

Killian

Coulter

Jensen

#just names #character concept #character names

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alltimesos · 4 years

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New

gonna try something new!

send me a color + a boy and I’ll make a mood board!

it can be 1D, 5sos or All Time Low!

#1d #one direction #niall horan #liam payne #harry styles #luke hemmings #louis tomlinson #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #5sos #all time low #atl #alex gaskarth #jack barakat #zack merrick #rian dawson

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leeeovitate · 4 years

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#calum hood #i like him #nokia #boys #liam hemsworth #zack merrick #michele morrone #nick jonas #adam levine #shawn mendes

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samsdei · 5 years

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Liam James

#liam james #deadly class #billy #syfy #speech & debate #solomon merrick #The Killing #the family

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oakstreetkp · 6 years

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Luke’s really got the dance moves 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

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decennia · 2 years

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okay but the way I’ve just become obsessed with all the tourists, but especially Elijah and Selina, and would love to know any spare scraps of information you have to share about them.

this got incredibly out of hand, and ended up being egregiously long, so i'm putting it under a cut. these are mainly just thoughts i had off the top of my head, small little headcanons and interactions and personality traits. i hope you enjoy!

ELIJAH PIERCE

Grew up watching Indiana Jones, and has dressed up as him for Halloween every year since he was fourteen, but instead of a fedora style, he has a cowboy hat.

Speaks with a barely restrained Southern twang.

Is polite, but gruff. Regularly uses "ma'am," but "darlin'" is reserved for Selina, and Selina alone.

A man of few words, but can seldom be caught rendered entirely speechless. Selina is the only exception to that, as she is constantly surprising him.

Very protective of the people he cares about.

Has picked up a multitude of useless talents from his travels, and teaches them to anyone who asks.

Refers to people by surname, except his team. He has his own little nicknames for each, and it's his way of showing how much he cares.

Is usually calm in stressful situations, but has a legendary rage that even Malcolm Drake himself is wary of inciting.

A hopeless romantic with a big heart, although many believe him to be heartless.

Can read people very easily, and can tell when they're struggling with something. Very much the shoulder to cry on, an exceptional listener.

Is the kind to see someone struggling under the weight of something and take it upon himself, be it something physical and small as a bag, or something else entirely.

He made a small fortune in treasure hunting, of which almost all of it went to his bar, which he loves deeply. He lives in a loft upstairs.

SELINA MERRICK

Reckless, headstrong, tragic. A millionaire heiress with a heart of gold.

Can't fight, but will try to, especially for what she believes in (Elijah and Mack start training her in self defense, because they know there's no use in sidelining her. She just won't listen).

Estranged from her brother because of her unwavering love for Mason, who Liam came to resent.

Deep underlying resentment for Mason, too, who she felt abandoned by in favour of his obsession with the Mansa Musa gold towards the end of his life.

Is wicked smart. Mason truly trusted her to crack his cipher.

Doesn't tolerate being patronised, so she can't stand Malcolm Drake, nor George Cassidy.

Feels responsible for the entire crew, even though she isn't in the leadership position. They're all there because she dragged them into this mess.

Will take a bullet for you. Will also regret it immediately.

Perpetually sunburnt, no matter how much sunscreen she slathers herself in.

Bruce Wayne persona of being a dumb, ditzy rich girl. Very much weaponised and used to her advantage. Doesn't mind being underestimated if it gives her the upper hand.

OSWIN ADDAMS

First name Oscar, middle name Edwin; thus, Oswin.

Works at Elijah's bar as a bartender. Was the one to name it, too. It's cheesy, but it's called The Tourist Trap.

Looks up to Elijah a lot. He's Oswin's hero, through and through.

A bit of a ladies man, tbh. Still drinks his respect women juice, though.

Jokingly calls Selina "princess,” which she detests, but it grows on her.

Comedic Relief Comfort Character™

Has had his ass saved by Elijah more times than he can count. Usually as a result of his big mouth and sticky fingers that get him in more trouble than he can keep up with.

Smile lights up the whole room.

Believes in superstitions, has seen The Mummy one too many times, is becoming increasingly convinced they might unleash a pharaoh's curse.

Is the last to know what's going on at basically all times (Selina and Elijah know about the gold from Mason, and Mack studied it. Ryan is quick to catch on, but Oswin is fairly clueless) but is really in it for the adventure anyways.

MACK VAUGHN

Grew up in a rough neighbourhood, so she really knows how to handle her own.

Steals everyone's clothes as a symptom of packing light. A serial under-packer. Also steals sips of water from everyone because she drank hers too quick.

Fingerless biker gloves even in subzero temperatures; will risk a finger for the aesthetic.

Survives off Red Bull and sarcasm.

Will also take a bullet for you. Will not regret it. Will be extremely grumpy she can't join in on the hard-core adventuring, though (has intense FOMO).

Grew up in the city and lowkey hates nature, but is incredibly adaptable. She gets used to things, but she still doesn't have to like them.

Thinks mosquitoes have a personal vendetta against her.

Believes in flashlight supremacy, thinks flame torches are stupid and cliché and a total fucking hazard in tight spaces.

Mason's favourite student.

Can speak four different languages: English, Mandarin, Afrikaans, and Arabic. She's semi-fluent in Latin.

Swears like a sailor. Elijah made a swear jar. She's in debt.

Very serious about preserving the integrity of archaeological finds, so is in a perpetual state of distress as they seek the gold.

RYAN SAMAR

Ryan "please do not perceive me" Samar

Yet he still wears bright colours and bold patterns regularly. He just gravitates towards colourful things.

Will drink stale three day old coffee, cold.

Takes anything and everything handed to him, no matter what. Sometimes he's just left standing there, clueless, holding something Oswin gave him.

Forgets to eat when too busy.

Speaks in very quickly and in half sentences when excited, and kinda assumes everyone knows what he's saying. Cue exasperation at the blank stares in response. Oswin, who is fluent in Ryan, has become the unofficial translator.

Can't listen to music with lyrics, he finds it too distracting.

Is a pacifist, but joins Selina in learning self defense, because he knows it's better to learn.

The Camel Whisperer™ (for some reason, they all just really like him) in spite of being terrified of them.

Literally only in it to discover the secrets that the Catalan Atlas hold, but the gold is a nice bonus, especially with the debt his parents got into to provide him with the necessary education to become a doctor.

+ BONUS

ELIJAH & SELINA

Gives her his coat when he can see she's cold. It's comically large on her, and she has to roll the sleeves up.

Pierce → Elijah → Eli, aka the greatest character development known to man.

He always listens to her, and will consider what she has to say, even if what she's saying is the stupidest thing anyone has ever heard. She's seen way too many movies, let's put it at that. Oswin will be the one to call it stupid, though, which will earn him a sharp look from Elijah, or, on occasion, Mack.

She loves hearing all of Elijah's stories, the good and the bad. He's littered in scars from his journeys, some so small they're barely noticeable, almost faded into obscurity. She notices, though. She asks about a new one every time, if she can tell he needs to take his mind off of something for a moment, if he's too in his head and needs a breather.

When he's really focused on something, she'll subconsciously reach out and smooth out the frown line that creases between his brows.

He knows her drink order by heart, and will make it for her without her even having to ask.

He refuses to tell her his, though, because it's become a little game between them of her trying to guess. She's wrong every time. Oswin is the only one who knows. He refuses to tell her, too.

She can't mix a drink to save her life. Even if she follows every ingredient and measurement down to the drop, it always tastes terrible somehow. It's actually a fucking superpower, in Oswin's opinion.

Elijah is the only one who drinks it all anyways, even though he's having to choke it down. Mack always tries to at least make it halfway before she quits, and Oswin almost always exaggeratedly spits it back into his glass to varying degrees of melodrama (it cracks Selina up). Ryan doesn't drink, he likes having his brain at full functionality at all times, but he did try it once, out of curiosity, and he almost cried at how bad it was.

When it's called for, Elijah plays the part of bodyguard when Selina dons her heiress persona.

She's obsessed with his tattoos, and when she runs out of scars, it's the tattoos she asks about next. Some don't have meanings, but they have stories, and she just loves hearing him speak, the nostalgic glint in his eye, the slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The most he's ever spoken in his life, probably, and it's to Selina Merrick.

Will go to hell and back for her.

God have mercy on anyone who lays a hand on her, for he sure as fuck won't.

#chile this was so long i'm so sorry #infodump #the tourists are my life rn

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purkinje-effect · 2 years

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The Anatomy of Melancholy 80: Déjà Rêvé

Table of Contents. Third Instar, Chapter 11. Go to previous. Go to next. TWs: Unreality, and allusions to smutty self-insert fictive and erotic habits, and the parasitic entomophilia and teratophilia therein. (Now with a complimentary full-color two-page comic sequence!)

(As always, comments, kudos, etc. are all greatly, greatly appreciated!)

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‘ “Fact should be remembered—but dreams?” She shivered. “. . . Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.” ’ -- Spider Robinson’s “Melancholy Elephants”

‘Choly had adopted the aluminum kitchen table for a work desk, with his Rexton Nova front and center. It took the better part of yesterday afternoon to rid the gummed up escapement of the improvised ink from his last major writing session in Lexington, but he now sat in his orthotics and bathrobe ready to commence work with a pristine, fresh ribbon. He set a halved manila folder in the platen, and tapped the glass tombstone keys with a bated touch. Sipping at his hot black coffee with a lilting murmur, he fingered through his Merrick Index and the MKExceed Papers to get his bearings. His immediate task radiated outward not unlike the research sprawl which soon engulfed the tabletop.

Today threatened to be productive.

Amid his momentum drafting a drugstore catalogue sheet for Liam, a smile snagged him reminiscing the incident which had precipitated the gunk he’d cleaned from the writing device. In Lexington, he had salvaged the remains of a RadRoach that had attacked him, out of abstract reflex, only later to have substituted its dark, oleous guts for ink when he lacked a viable ribbon cartridge. A composite medium enhanced for him the meaningfulness of the original draft of his ficlet ‘Fly-Blown,’[1] ergodic in nature spanning graphite, keystroke, and kinetic stenography. Existing in layers, the insect eclosed itself from scrabbled pharmacological fumes, undid itself in bruised typeface smeared purpureous in insectoid gore, writhed free in the potpourri of larval punctuation choreographed by wandering gestures tangled up in a certain erotic nihilism. Much like himself, the insect did not know to which era or genre it belonged. He missed the ability to appreciate all the nuance to a scene crafted in this collaged fashion--where any part of him might become an insect, if even vicariously, to the end he would lose sight of any meaningful ratio of demarcation in becoming. He continued to resent Jared for ruining an otherwise perfectly good time for him.

Taking inspiration from his memory of methodology, perhaps he worked best in a multi-media endeavor, this time without gluing shut the encasement again for his effort. To the Rexton Nova, he relegated his pharmacy work, and to a holotape in his Pip-Boy 3000 Mark IV via gesture capture, his creative dabbling. He loosened enough to change the language settings for bilingual capture. With the downfall of the DIA all but confirmed for him, he could speak freely without fear of wrong impressions, missteps, or slips of the tongue, and he no longer babysat a piece of military property--this was his Pip-Boy. It would take some practice and trial and error to learn the Pip-Boy’s gestures for Russian keystrokes, but it also took time and patience and remembering for much of his tongue to return to him at all. These lacunae would fill themselves back in if it killed him.

Neither Berries nor Jet would fuel this writing session: the only Muses he’d invoke in any spirit were the thirteen Tryasovitsy.[2] Marrying elements from his nightmare with the fire and Duchesne[3] with the coherent nonsense he’d transcribed during the Unfolding[4], he toyed with the means to repurpose these concepts into something which could induce other endorphins than simple dread. The parasite he felt he deserved, embodying the parasite he felt he was, writhed inside him in some perverse art-and-life oroboros of self-loathing. He delighted in the notion that he might devise Syringer ammunition from the infested, enzyme-rich blood of mutated mosquitoes, relishing in equal measure both the methodology of preserving the pathogens therein and the fantasy of the paraphilic havoc he could only imagine of such infection. If the insects had grown to match the ecology of this new Wasteland, so too may have one’s filarial or protozoan stowaways. The thought crossed him again, comparing Bloatfly Syringes made with and without the Stimpak standard to Psycho doses, and his brow clammed up. Cyclomorphine could risk suppressing or even destroying such blood-borne Wasteland parasites, but adding a Stimpak to its administration...

It’s so they don’t leave before they finish what they’re here for.

His cervical collar enforced proper posture. Such an orchestration nearly felt ambidextrous at moments. His right hand traced and dug at his Bloodbug scar beneath his left clavicle, and he withdrew into the circular, repetitive motion as though some twisted pledge. Aping at his reference texts in intervals left him aspiring for more than one pair of hands with which to work.

He almost knocked over his coffee when raised voices cut through the front end of the lease, accompanying the rolling door rattling. He trained his ear to the conflict, gripping the Billerica Golf Course mug. Sticks’s presence indicated his return from another resource collection run, but he couldn’t pinpoint the woman’s deep hoarse voice. He heard footsteps skid and thud, and the scuff of textile and metal.

“--The guy’s busy, Bea. You and I can discuss things civilly, just the two of us.”

“Loose me. I’ve given you an earful, but I’m here for the chemist.”

‘Choly produced himself, leaning with his drink in the doorway between front and back end. The checkpoint guard, clad in an intermix of See’s combat armor and other makeshift components, sneered at him and chewed at her cigar-nub. A halo of tension prickled his scalp.

“I take it you’re not here to get a prescription request fulfilled.”

“A pair of wise asses. Either you’re blind to the kind of guy he is, or you’re more alike than I thought. God damn it all, Sticks, a chemist! You got yourself a bonafide chemist!? I will kill you both myself if you so much as think something funny. You got it?”

“Madam,” Angel said from behind them, “we don’t allow death threats in this establishment.”

The silvering woman bristled, but pretended to ignore the robot.

“See’s has been in a wicked fuss over you gentlemen all morning, discussing inclement weather contingency for the new drugstore setting up shop. Knowing that you’re the masterminds behind it, our resolution is non-negotiable. So hear me, and hear me clear. Any time storm conditions are declared, you’re to close shop prior to the Concourse getting into full preparations frenzy. We can’t have folks panic-stockpiling chems. And that weird booth of yours in the Food Court, that’s got to get shut down first, and set back up last. We can’t have folks humoring your grotesque whims trying to afford storm supplies.”

“--Weird booth?” ‘Choly gave her an unimpressed, heavy-lidded double-take. He sipped at his mug. He knew better than to argue.

“I told you,” Sticks told him, “Last night Bledsoe got the blood drive thing prepped to start this morning. Look, we still have a lot of work to put into setting up shop. Was all you needed to drop a goddamn albatross in our lap?”

“The lot of you needs to know exactly where you stand in the Concourse. The Lane is the safest place in The Hinter, and we do everything imaginable to keep it that way. Take notes, chemist. Keep to yourself and keep your word.”

Angel put itself between its owner and the security guard. Sticks and ‘Choly froze, anticipating violence from one of them.

“Madam, you’re hindering operations at present. We may not be open for business just yet, but we’d be glad to do our best to assist you as a customer. Otherwise, we’re glad to escort you on your way.”

Bea glowered at the robot, but it didn’t back down.

“This is the thanks I get for doing my job.” She doubled back to the front door. At the last second, she turned back to point two fingers first at her wild eyes then at the men. “Don’t go disrespecting the force. No tricks, no cons. You live here, you follow the law just like anybody else. You having permission to have this thing in here is not a free pass for you to do whatever the hell you please.”

The stress didn’t trickle out of ‘Choly once she left. With a petulant shuffle he returned to the typewriter to slump into his seat, and tune out Angel and Sticks bantering in the front end. He finished off his coffee, set down the mug, and adjusted the tie of his robe, then scrabbled after where he’d left off. He sputtered a dumb hiss: a raised Pip-Boy capture lever had interjected his pharmaceutical transcript into his erotica, a barely recognizable duplication in some slurred major key. Unlike the chem-inspired, layered results of the ‘Fly-Blown’ writing session, he could not say the blending lent any artistic refinement. Things always tended to get messy when he tried to multitask, and only rarely the mess outweighed the payoff. Out of nothing short of intent frustration, he endeavored to clean up his creative text before he could allow himself to continue any further with his work-related one.

“Have you added me yet?”

‘Choly jerked in place. He glanced up at Sticks grinning at him over his shoulder.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to see you fancy yourself a writer.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m your fantasy catch, right? Shouldn’t I be in your fant--”

“--I’m just blowing off steam.” ‘Choly squared his shoulders to the table. You wouldn’t want to be in these anyway. “If you weren’t being selective about your reading, you’d know I’m doing as requested.”

“Oh, boy, aren’t you, buddy. I don’t know what all that chemist chicken scratch means, but your little diagrams are a dead giveaway you’re up to something. You are screw-loose for that junked up pistol. Getting lovesick for it, since you had to leave it in the trunk?”

The chemist’s face twitched, unsure whether to smile.

“It’s a revolver.”

“Doesn’t matter what kind of gun it started as. Syringer’s a Syringer.” Sticks chuffed and rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. “Is your Pip-Boy okay, or did you mean to type that garbled mess? Komap hoca he...”

“--Komar nosa ne podtochit.” A breath sliced from ‘Choly’s nostrils. With a repeated circular flourish of two gloved fingers, he flipped page-by-page through his ‘Filarial’ draft. Sooner than remind Sticks that, as of 3000 Mark IV model, Pip-Boys boasted seven alphabets across seventeen languages, he translated. “A mosquito doesn’t... sharpen its nose.”

The more he tried to elucidate the idiom in its context within his fiction, the more his brain skewed. He picked his head up, staring off uncertainly.

“Melano.” ‘Choly turned in his chair to face Sticks, who’d shuffled to his other side now. “How did the mayor know me as Melano?”

Sticks straightened. For a moment, all whimsy drained from him.

“That’s how you introduced yourself. Any other names we should be aware of?”

“--I did not!”

“Did so.”

“--But,”

“Hush. Where did you put that lease?”

Sticks grabbed the Burlington glass from over the kitchen table and rooted in the nightstand by light of it. The not-gold wash shifted, and the air in the room thickened. It didn’t suffocate, oppress, or swelter, but otherwise felt far more fluid than air should. ‘Choly blinked at length to force his eyes into focus. He expected the lights to have flickered, but they remained constant. The red holographic quality of the lighting had evaporated.

“Here. See? You even signed the lease and surety like that.” A pair of bare hands produced the document. The left hand pointed to the collected signatures which concluded it. “...I think.”

‘Choly rubbed at his temple with a grimace. His mind joined in straining as he stared at the unmistakable Cyrillic cursive held out to him. The robe fell off one shoulder, but he didn’t push it back up.

“Melano Evgenievich Kara.” His eyes trailed up when he didn’t recognize those smooth, unscarred hands. “...I don’t...”

He took in of the figure before him. Jaw agape, he removed his glasses, distrusting even eyewear to bolster his Perception.

“Having trouble keeping it all straight?”

In the lime-gold light, before him stood the human Jacob Hawthorne, pristine as ever, now donning a fry cook’s cap in place of the ushanka. The uniform he wore for everyday errands now was crisp and fresh, and lacked any obvious mending. He still possessed the Mark-V Pip-Boy, and now somehow still possessed both hands. He held the lease against his chest and smiled pityingly at ‘Choly. Despite the glamour, his voice remained ghoulishly gravelly.

“Oh, Mindy... What are we going to do with you? You positive the Mentats do anything for whatever these lights are doing to you? Not quite cutting it, if you ask me.”

(A/N: The higher resolution upload is here. Did it like this since you can only in-line images on mobile. Eh.)

‘Choly set down his glasses and shrank down in his seat. His eyes clenched shut. He looked down at his legs and hands, and saw himself in his favorite jumpsuit. He shut his eyes again to fight off mounting tinnitus. The next he opened them, he expected to see the kitchen of their home at 103 Old North Lane. His heart lurched when it continued to be Lease 37 on the Concourse.

His gaze shot back to Jacob, to find him Sticks again. His gaze shot to his hands and legs, to find himself Melancholy again. He frowned meaninglessly. His breath fluttered.

“Are you sure you’re okay staying here?” Sticks’s lyricism gave way to concerned incredulity. Red slowly oozed back into the room’s spectrum. “Maybe we ought to ask Bledsoe about a shrink. I can be tactful about it. He doesn’t have to know I’m asking on your part.”

“What. No. You don’t.” He put his glasses back on to confirm details around him with sufficient sharpness. “You didn’t notice the lights just now? I can’t be the only one who noticed the secretary just disappeared during our meeting with Knott...!”

“I noticed the lights,” a thin, sharp voice said.

They turned to find a tall black man, arms crossed, in the doorway of the apartment half of their lease. The striking young figure wore a mesh chemisette, a pleated skirt with thick leggings, tall boots, and a neat mess of shawls, one of which had wide sleeves. He had his hair tucked flat in a long kerchief. Angel appeared behind him, tendrils tucked tight. When it spoke next, the man flinched.

“Do forgive me, Sir. This gentleman was more insistent than Sergeant Bea that he gain entry. At least he’s been far more civil going about it.”

“Yancy, you’d better have good news showing up like this.” Sticks grunted and pulled up the other kitchen chair to sit in backwards. “Have to doubt it, though.”

The man stood stiff and biting, lower lip jammed into a scowl.

“Word of mouth is there’s a booth in the Food Court paying pulls for human blood. When I asked Gate City Clinic about it, Bledsoe blamed the new chemist and shooed me your direction.” He took ‘Choly’s disorientation for malingering and soured. “Look, my ants are exhibiting behavioral patterns that don’t appear to have any meteorological origin based on my documentation. They’re retracing their steps to obsession. More are appearing at once topside as well. They shouldn’t be this active this far into October. It can’t be a coincidence that they’re acting so strangely when this blood booth has opened.”

Context clues gave way to ‘Choly’s impatient irritation.

“Fuck-me-in-the-mouth. I don’t know how many times I’ve got to explain to people. I’m making Stimpaks.” He sighed loudly and extended a handshake. “So you’re Yancy. I’m the new chemist. You can call me Melancholy.”

Yancy weighed whether to accept it before doing so. His grip threatened the integrity of ‘Choly’s reinforced officer’s glove.

“Stimpaks?” Yancy’s tone softened a great deal, though his air held firm and acerbic. “The prewar medication?”

“Stimpaks. Stimulation Delivery Package. Ten milliliter pneumatic dose of distilled human healing factor. Soon to be available by prescription at a Gate City Drugs near you.”

“If your ants cared about the blood booth,” Sticks supposed, “wouldn’t they congregate there? That thing only opened just this morning. I’ve seen multiple ants inside today, but none of them were in the food court.”

“I believe Yancy would be suggesting they’re repelled by the scent of blood.”

“...No, actually. I wasn’t.” Yancy’s angular features tightened. “The nest has been behaving this way for almost two weeks now, but it’s far more extreme in the past two days. If it’s not the blood... then what could possibly explain it?”

“A storm that doesn’t match prior patterns? Didn’t you say you noticed the lights just now, too?”

As the supposition escaped ‘Choly, his inquisitiveness crumpled into dread.

“No, no.” Yancy leapt to debunk him. “These behaviors aren’t meteorological in nature. Something’s disrupted their farming habits. My hunch was that an easy food source surpassed one they must work for... I don’t like that Sticks is right. I’m right back to square one.” He sighed. “Burlington glass shifts colors all the time. You get used to it.”

Sticks couldn’t entirely quieten the pleasantry of hearing he was right, no matter the implications. ‘Choly sublimated into snark, meanwhile, incredulous Yancy would in any way dismiss what had just occurred as normal.

“Are there any other ways we can be deeply unhelpful to you?”

‘Choly had noticed the near-audible mathematical clicking in Yancy’s brain.

“Round back to your purpose in all this. You’re able to make Stimpaks. You’ll provide them for Satellites.”

Sticks started to stand up.

“We will n--”

“--We intend to provide them on a prescription basis.” ‘Choly glared at Sticks, who sat back down. “Anyone with a GCC prescription can buy them.”

“What damn thumb has Bledsoe got you pinned under? The Lane needs medical supplies, access to the Concourse be damned.” Yancy’s eyes wilded. “What can a Satellite do after curfew? Wait until morning?”

“...You’re asking for me to prop up a hospital, too, then?”

“No.” Snubbing the whole prospect, Sticks adjusted his ushanka. “You’re asking for Gate City Drugs to hedge its involvement in local politics. We haven’t got control over See’s curfew, and only an idiot butts heads with them on purpose.”

Yancy glared at him.

“The Satellites rely so heavily on home remedies to close the gap in our medical care, but nothing measures up to the healing properties of a Stimpak. And I can guarantee that the mall walls protect its inhabitants from a majority of the types of injuries and ailments that befall us. We require medical provisions just as much as Laners--if not even more.”

‘Choly appreciated the second perspective, but hated he hadn’t received anything of the sort until now.

“Bledsoe... Liam has no intention of using Stimpaks, script or no, my urging or no. I’m making them partly for my own medical care, but I’m making way more than I need for myself. Prewar drugstores had over-the-counter merchandise. I don’t see why something as universally relevant as a Stimpak should require a script.“

“How much do you intend to charge for them?”

“If you want them,” Sticks said, “we need to cut an agreement. They’re thirty each. We’ll sell them to you by the case. After that, what you do with them outside the Concourse is your business.“

In the whirlwind of wits and remnants of shrillness in his ears from before, ‘Choly’s head swam. He knew Sticks wouldn’t bother with the math when he could just get ‘Choly to.

“Twenty to a case would make it... six hundred pulls?”

Yancy mulled over the proposition.

“Reasonable. Respectable. I’m confident that we can pool the funds to purchase in bulk from you this way.” He approached Sticks, who stood again, and extended a handshake. “Can I have your word the price is fixed until I can discuss this matter with my neighbors?”

Sticks connected with a vigorous handshake.

“Six hundred pulls for a twenty-dose case of Stimpaks.”

‘Choly met the affirmation in kind, stabilizing his shoulder all the while not to be shaken apart. ‘Choly still ended up rolling his shoulder a bit regardless. Their first sale would repay over half the value of their surety, provided it panned out.

“There’s more to this than just neighborhood good will, isn’t there?”

Yancy locked eyes with him. Rapping knuckles to his left leg produced a hollow, wooden sound. His brow wagged once, and he stood fully upright again.

“Bledsoe and I aren’t on the best terms. Like many Laners, he’s stuck in his own ways. To everyone’s detriment. He could have saved my leg five years ago, if he’d used Stimpaks.” His shoulders softened. “He’s never extended medical care outside mall walls before, house calls or otherwise. You’re new here, though. And on your word, you want to do the right thing. There’s hope yet you can arrive at a deeper understanding of the people who live at the Lane, inside and out.”

‘Choly fidgeted a bit.

“...You’re the man to ask, I’d imagine. I’ve wondered all this time what would it take to get an ant or two for a pet. If they’re obedient, I’m sure they can be trained to do just about anything. I imagine they’d be very good helper animals. I don’t get around too well.”

Yancy’s impeccable posture crashed down, and he couldn’t help but curl his lip in a snarling sneer of disappointment.

“They’re trained, not domesticated. Don’t confuse the two. And they can’t be bought. They live here just the same as the rest of us.”

The meteorologist let himself out, to meter his disappointment that ‘Choly had probably not heard a word he’d said.

Sticks slapped his knees and pushed off to stand with a grunt.

“Well then. If you’ll excuse me, Angel and I need to play stock boy with all that stuff up front. Provided you do want your cooking setup well-stocked.”

“Calling it cooking casts a certain illegitimacy to Mister Carey’s craftsmanship,” Angel chastised. “He is a highly skilled chemist.”

“We’ve all got our talents,” Sticks sleazed, nudging Angel along.

‘Choly looked around contemptuously. Nose hiked up, he shuffled his papers around and scrutinized the handwritten portion of his notes.

“Anyone ELSE need to barge in uninvited to bother me?” ‘Choly asked no one. “Good. Now leave me alone so I can write!”

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1 ‘Fly-Blown.’ First Instar, Chapter 10. ‘Choly’s first time letting himself write since 2077. Explicit CWs for parasitic entomophilia and auto-necrophilic ideations, as well as it being a heavy drug use chapter.

2 Tryasovitsy. ТРЯСОВИЦЫ. Thirteen spirits of disease and physical ailment. ‘Choly named his Nagant Syringer revolver after them, wherein a certain amount of randomized probability factors into what type of ammunition is fired, depending on his memory and his ability to check the barrel first. I think at one point I was going to call the revolver Pandora. Nah. (I realize I’ve never extrapolated on this... Until now.)

3 ‘Hellfire.’ Second Instar, Chapter 4. ‘Choly’s fever dream during his night convalescing from a Bloodbug stab through the ribcage. A lot of the nightmare sequence references nightmares he had in First Instar. CWs for lascivious themes, decomposition, parasitic entomophilia, coprophobia, mysophobia, as well as allusions to That One Scene in First Instar.

4 ‘Relativity.’ Second Instar, Chapter 25. ‘Choly, supervising Voire, transcribes The Unfolding into his Pip-Boy amid a major PTSD episode. CWs for major body horror and gore, a major dissociative episode, drug use, a settlement orgy, multiple implied deaths, mention of ambiguous animal death/cruelty.

Gonna stop before I Navidson Record my smuts.

#fallout fanfic #fallout 4 fanfic #sole survivor #the anatomy of melancholy #melancholy #sticks #sergeant bea #yancy mercer #ghoul oc #let's have fun in new hampshire #mister handy #angel #mister handy oc

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Torili Mikaelson

Tristan Duffy

Roman Godfrey

Red Riding Hood

Akita Beau aka Veronica Lodge

Michael Guerin

Captain Killian Jones

Hayley Marshall-Kenner

Melissa McCall

Jasmine Morningstar

Narita Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson-Gardiner

Tigerlily aka Lillyanna Stone

Tiffany Salvatore

Erika Singer

Destiny Godfrey

Allison Argent

Stefan Salvatore

Madison Montgomery

Rozella Luckett

Kisa Mikaelson

Peter Hale

Amir Dubrinsky

Wynonna Earp

Billie Denbrough

Sidney Prescott

Dakota McCall

Tyler Lockwood

Karen Singer

Waverly Earp

Makayla Everdeen

King Of Hearts

Priscilla Duffy

Mekila Walker

Melody Gilbert

Aiden Lovotti

Molly Samuels

Castiel

Fawn

Precious Mclaine

Bee aka Tabbitha Carmaine

Freya Beauchamp-Dubrinsky

Naomi Grace

Nadia Zane

Bonnie Bennett

Gosalyn Sibley

Diana Meade

Luther Swann

Puck

Silvermist

Tenisha Gerard

Ally Andrews

Sarina Kenner

Maggie Greene

Emily Stanton

Stiles Stilinski

Rain Ocampo

Prudence Halliwell

Nyx

Terence

Tinkerbell

Sled

Max Evans

Norman Bates

Tate Langdon

Judith Walsh-Grimes

Toni Topaz

Jake Riley

Lorenzo St. John

Milton Greasley

Leo Wyatt

Magnus Bane

Phoebe Halliwell

Beverly Marsh-Hanscom

Xavier Dolls

Thaddius Merrick

Henry Mills

Liz Parker-Evans

Mary Sibley

Isabel Evans

Peach Salinger

Eve McCall

Ben Hanscom

Kathleen Valmont

Killian Gardiner

Scarlett Lowe

John Alden

Sabrina Spellman

Lizzie Saltzman

Lexi Branson

Jeremy Gilbert

Ambrose Spellman

Jayden Andrews

Kevin Keller

Ryder Di Angelo

Donovan

Archie Andrews

FP Jones aka Billy Loomis

Valentina Davis

Gemma Teller

Elijah Mikaelson

Camille O'Connell

Jade Taylor

Abel Duffy

Enya Walker

Mikhail Dubrinsky

Opie Winston

Betty Cooper

Hunter Johnson

Jo Harvelle

Bobby Singer

Piper Halliwell-Wyatt

Raelynn Delacruz

Marisha Belle aka Hermonie Lodge

Kara Maeve

Rafael Waithe

Dylan Massett

Remy Kenner

Emma Decody

Davina Claire

Rosetta

Vidia

Zarina

Kyra Riddick

Hope Mikaelson

Zelda Spellman

Zeke Faus

Zane Marku

Clary Fairchild

Mala Marku

Axel Duffy

Graham Humbert

Cheryl Blossom

Sonya

Erik Daniels

Lucifer Morningstar

Cole Johnson

Andy Trudeau

Phoebe Atwell

Adelaide LaRue

Ingrid Beauchamp

Jack Morton

Jackson Johnson

Isla Maddon

Lyssa Blane

Dashiel Gardiner

David Loki

Cassie Blake

Rowan Daniels

Lydia Martin

Elena Gilbert

K-Mart

Gray Mitchell

Zia Rodriguez

Maisie Lockwood

Franklin Webb

Jason Blossom

Naethan Madris

Destiny Von Shrieder

Vikirnoff Von Shrieder

Petra Von Shrieder

Augustus Waters

Tecna

Musa

Peaches 'N Cream

Anna of Arendelle

Arthur Pendragon

Margo Hanson

Garrett Skyler

Monse Finnie

Alec Lightwood

Darrius Addams

Kady Orloff-Diaz

Jacques Dubrinsky

Edith Monroe

Reggie Mantle

Bloom Peters

Alex Cunningham

Fauna Marku

Adrian Garff

Christian Dane aka Pennywise

Malachai Parker

Damon Salvatore

Penny Adiyodi

Nicole Haught

Nicholas Scratch

Jughead Jones

Echo Martorana

The Coyote (Lily)

Viktor Hargreeves

Nile Turner

Kate Ward

Hamish Duke

Oscar Diaz

Santiago Montes

Natasha Fenris

Jax teller

Jasmine Flores

Rapunzel

Allison Hargreeves

Monika Davis

Isaac

Ruby Martinez

Klaus Hargreeves

Charlotte Johnson

Ace Walker

Talia Dae

Owen Grady

Joshua Blane

Eudora Patch

Liam Dunbar

Angelus

Daenerys Targaryen

Nicholas Young

Astrid Leong Teo

Hayden Romero

Ygritte

Beca Mitchell

Benji Applebaum

Chloe Beale

Ella Frell

Robin Arryn

Amber Johnson

Nyxia Sloan

Scott McCall

Xero

Kenna Adler

Billy Clanton

Felicity Smoak

Clark Kent

Oliver Queen

Lila Pitts

Lana Lang

Jackson Kenner

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Adam Conant

Adrianna Hound

Buffy Summers

Mickey

Ursula Caan

Niklaus Mikaelson

Negan Smith

Greta Bowie

Sally Mallik

Joe Goldberg

Mackenzi Emerson aka The Mage

Dave Katz

Jon Snow

Jace Herondale

Aidan Waite

Max

Mark Knight

Isabela Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Antonio Madrigal

Talon Belov

Marcel Gerard

Tessa Young

Anastasia Tremaine

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Faye Chamberlain

Monica Dutton

Beth Dutton

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Jake Armstrong

Nathan Blane

Ryker Brandt

Max Cartwright

Dominic Drake

Tate Dutton

Elizabeth Mikaelson

Ikaris

Ivan Druig

Pepa Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Norio Hallowgreen

Willow Rosenberg

Makkari

Sersi

Kara Danvers

Norma Bates

Mirabel Madrigal

Theodora Stark

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Rosita Espinosa

Bucky Barnes

Captain Barbossa

Jack Sparrow

Grace Andrews

Brad Cage

Derek Morgan

Luke Garroway

Kristoff

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Aquamarine

Gendry Snow Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Talisa Stark

Abby Sciuto

Ziva David

Princess Tiana

Peik Lin Goh

Pamela Isley

Madeline Dresden

Tony Dinozzo

Hendrix Chamberlain

Caitlin Snow

Landon Kirby

Richard Riddick

Hiram Lodge

Mary Walsh

Josh Levision

Juliet Ferrars

Colin Khoo

Noah Stilinski

Leslie Tompkins

Oswald Cobblepot

Sofia Falcone

Cheshire Dresden

Sam Winchester

Ruby Winchester

Eliot Waugh

Dean Winchester

Queen Elsa

Dolores Madrigal

Alma Madrigal

Alex Romero

Flynn Rider

Rick Grimes

Elizabeth Turner

Terra Harvey

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Will Scarlet

Chibiusa Tsukino

Alyx Winston

Araminta Lee Khoo

Paul Lahote

Lilah Shameera

Letha Godfrey

Rosalie Hale

Nianna Ulflund

Annabeth Chase

Usagi Tsukino

Mimi Tachikawa

Cleo Clanton

Chris Argent

Grover

Shane Walsh

Adam Winchester

Claire Dearing

Randall Caprio

Sally Skellington

Selina Kyle

Emmett Cullen

Percy Jackson

Spike Pratt

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mallark

Pietro Maximoff

Elena Flores

Mike Mathews aka Mon El

Robb Stark

Carter

Wanda Maximoff

Camilo Madrigal

Gaston

Juniper Stanley

Bella Swan

Edward Collin

Belle

Lark

Charlie McGee

Raymond Chestnut

Vicky McGee

Andy McGee

Aladdin

Dodger

Edgar Evernever

Princess Jasmine

Scamp

John Lowe

Rita

Mira King

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ayame Uchiha

Naruto Uzumaki

Liv McKenize

Hannah Fairchild

Kayla Watts

Wes Hicks

Gale Hawthorne

Desmond Swann

Itachi Uchiha

Sakura Uchiha

Kiba Inusuka

Ramsay Cole

Primrose Everdeen

Rachel Valdez

Oliver

Audrey Jensen

Stanley

Hardin Scott

Markus Hargreeves

Ichigo momomiya

Deidara

Gaara Yuzawa

Ichigo Kurosaki

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Gwendoline Starr

Damián Scratch

Ludwig Dieter

Cressida

Toothiana

Charlie Wu

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

Jack Frost

Kiki

Shikamaru Nara

Connor Reed

Kenji Kon

Melissa Glaser

Peter Rumancek

Shelley Godfrey

Sansa Stark

Krissy Fults

Yasmina Fadoula

Brooklyn

Jacob Black

Jana Mayfield

Buttercup

Carl Grimes

Dr. Spencer Reid

Asuma Sarutobi

Alex “Lex” Carnahan

GoGo Tomago

Rei Hino

Bubbles

Nora Sergeant

Randall Boggs

Blossom

Esmeralda

Colin Zabel

Michonne

Elmo

Penelope Garcia

Dalia

Emil Fuchs

Michael Blane

Iris Ann Allen-West

Tatum Riley

Sasuke Uchiha

Eveline De Ville

Meera Reed

Allison

Lorelai

Prince Namor

Aleesha Hart

Sky

Beatrix

Teresa Mendoza

Tuxedo Mask

Wednesday Addams

Tyler Galpin

Priya Sun

Luke Morrow

Cyrus

Cassie Salazar

Nash Ershin

Paul Rovia

Alice Kingsley

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Biggs

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Jack Skellington

Erik

Princess Nuru

Tifa Lionheart

Aerith Gainsborough

Sasha Willaims

Iredessa

Angel

Oleg Yosikov

Jacob Morrow Jr.

Cass

Sofía Mendoza

Juice Ortiz

Faustino Godoy

Sammy Gutierrez

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