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lemissingmask · 6 months

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Day 19: Taken for granted

The Leverage crew take for granted the story of someone who flees into the brewpub for protection, and suffer the consequences.

Ficlet below the cut, which hopefully explains the obscure art.

It had been a mistake, a stupid failure in their personal security, and one that Hardison would never forgive himself for if they failed to get Eliot back.

Checking out the clients, verifying their stories and their backgrounds, that was his job. He was the only one with the skills to do it.

And he did. He usually always did.

But this time, he had not.

At least not until it was too late.

He took for granted that the terrified woman who had fled into the brewpub to hide from her two pursuers was legit. Hell, there had been two suits - former marines according to some distinctive feature Eliot picked out - lurking outside the building waiting for her.

Eliot had dealt with the muscle without the least difficulty, and then they had all listened to her story.

She told the leverage crew that she had been on her way to meet with her lawyer, who was helping her take down her former boss for money laundering, when she found the two men to be following her.

She gave them a background on her boss, how she found out about the criminal activity, and how since then she had been fired, harassed and had her car broken into.

So they took her on as a client, and Eliot drove her to a safehouse while Parker and Hardison got started on the case.

They had only just finished and wrapped up their last one, they were all on the tired side, but they could hardly do nothing when this woman needed help.

Except she didn’t.

The boss existed but she had never worked for him. He ran the company she claimed to have been employed by, but neither the financial situation of the company nor the boss was good enough to imply any sort of money laundering activity. What’s more, there was no digital trail to suggest any payments from that boss or anyone or anything linked to him to imply that he had hired professional muscle.

It wasn’t definitive, but something didn’t feel right, so then, and only then, Hardison got around to looking into their client.

Her background looked believable on the surface but one layer down it fell apart.

Profiles on social media built within the last month and backdated to make them seem older, no digital trail for her existence. No bank accounts, no SSN, no credit history.

And then facial recognition said her name was not Lucy, but Mary. And Sophia. And Clarissa, Diana, Francesca…

“She’s a grifter?!” Parker looked up at the screens where Hardison had the salient information projected, “Why? What does she want?”

“Maybe she heard of us and is auditioning?” Hardison suggested, not believing that idea for a second, “Eliot, you catch that?”

Silence over the comms.

Hardison pulled up their comm feeds. Working fine, Eliot’s was still on, sending system updates and pings.

“Eliot?” Parker asked, her comm showing the sound waves.

Eliot’s remained nothing more than base level of noise.

“Where is he?”

Hardison accessed the gps, “Safe house.”

Parker frowned, “Eliot! You copy us?”

“Maybe he and Lucy or whatever her name is are…”

“No,” Parker glared at the fake IDs on the screen, “Eliot wouldn’t do that. He still gets angry with himself for taking his comms out once before.”

More than once, to Hardison’s count, but it was true, not since the incident with the music producer and Nate having no backup.

She gave those IDs one more, lingering glare, and straightened, “I’ll drive.”

For once Hardison didn’t object. If something was wrong, even just potentially wrong, they needed to get to that safehouse and to Eliot as fast as they could, which meant Parker driving Lucille..

Hardison kept his laptop open in the passenger seat, checking the gps signal and keeping up attempts to reach Eliot by phone or comms. He and laptop only slammed into the window about four or five times in fifteen minute drive, which was pretty good he thought.

Not that there was time to feel proud.

Eliot’s Challenger was in the drive out front, parked normally. Nothing odd or hurried or wrong there.

Inside the house itself things were similarly apparently fine.

Alarms correctly disabled, mechanical locks unbroken, no sign of a struggle. In fact nothing out of place other than the two cups of coffee unfinished on the kitchen counter, and beside one of them Eliot’s phone and earbud, both in tact and still switched on. Alongside them lay the necklace Eliot almost never removed.

Hardison slipped that into his pocket and picked up the phone.

“I’m gonna search the house.”

Hardison turned quickly from the counter to Parker, putting the phone back down and immediately abandoning his plans to check through it, “Not alone you’re not.”

Whoever got the jump on Eliot - something nearly impossible on its own - could still be there, not expecting them to realise the grift so quickly, or maybe waiting for them in a trap that this could very easily be.

The house was empty and undisturbed. No trap but also no Eliot.

Traffic cams. Find the cars that could have left that area in the window between them arriving and their last contact with Eliot. Trace each identified car through the network of cameras, run each plate, look for something that seemed to be a lead.

Parker was still driving Lucille as Hardison initiated this search.

On top of Eliot going missing, someone luring him from the brewpub meant it was burned. Someone who had bad intentions for at least one of them now knew their base of operations. Before they could do anything further, they needed to head back and get everything essential or sensitive and get it into Lucille. They’d have to go on the road for a while, move to one of the safe houses, and operate from there until they had a handle on this fresh disaster.

They could do that while Hardison’s codes ran, scouring traffic cams and DVLA databases and cross-referencing with everyone - all the aliases of those people - who had ever or might ever have a grudge against Leverage.

Luckily, they did have a clear protocol for moments like this, and they had a specific plan for the brewpub, which served as a place of employment for a few dozen people as well as their base.

They dealt with the Leverage part of things - data, files, emergency funds, possessions of personal value - then told the employees to take two weeks paid leave starting when the last customers there already had gone. After two weeks, they would evaluate the safety of keeping the pub open, or even of returning to Portland, but whatever they did, the staff would not be collateral damage.

By the time the two of them had finished these tasks and returned to Lucille, Parker starting back out in the direction of the safe house where Eliot had been lost, Hardison’s codes had produced some usable data, and even more usable intelligence.

The data, lists of car registrations and their owners, was essentially useless, until cross-referenced against aliases they knew, which picked out one belonging to their recent grifter. Tracking that car through the cameras led to either an airfield or an industrial complex.

Hardison immediately started looking into who owned or rented property at the industrial site, and what flights had left the airfield within the window of Eliot’s disappearance.

There was a Dean Chesney who rented a warehouse in the industrial area, but obviously not the same Dean Chesney they had wrangled with since that guy had been dead some years now. There was a supervisor elsewhere in the district whose surname was Doyle, who couldn’t be utterly discounted as a relative of the Doyle who they had conned, but even if it was the same person, luring and kidnapping the hitter was not his style.

The airfield showed one flight landing, two leaving, in the time window they had approximated. The departures were, respectively, to Malta and Cyprus.

Hardison’s hope dwindled as he looked at the names of the people who owned the planes and their known associates, not a single one coming up as any likely enemy of them or of Eliot specifically.

But then he looked at the photo IDs.

And, now it all made horrifying, sickening sense.

“Damien Moreau?!” Parker was pacing back and forth in front of the comparatively small screen in their safehouse, “He escaped San Lorenzo and we didn’t know about it?!”

Hardison shook his head, looking from her back to his screen, “I’m contacting Eliot’s friend there now. If he knew, he would have told Eliot.”

“And Eliot would have told us,” Parker paused for a moment, pursing her lips, then resumed the pacing, “We need to warn Nate and Sophie. If Moreau wants revenge…”

“I’ll send an encrypted message, tell they to lay low, be cautious, but,” he looked back up, “If I tell them it’s Moreau and he’s taken Eliot…”

“They’ll want to get involved.”

They lapsed into silence, Hardison working on both the lines of contact, Parker pacing in her anxiety and frustration.

Moreau had to want revenge. It made sense. They had ruined him, got him locked up in some hole of a prison, and put him on the most-wanted list for some of the most powerful governments.

So, at least he probably wasn’t going to just kill Eliot…they had time to rescue him…

“What do we know about this alias?” Parker asked, appearing over his shoulder just as the messages both disappeared to their destined inboxes.

Hardison pulled up the information he had obtained but thus far only glanced briefly at, “Not much. The digital trail only goes back about a year, but it starts, pretty much, with one very big payment into a bank based in Bermuda from a…”

He dug a bit deeper into the source of the money, a company that didn’t really exist in any proper sense, set up just to make that payment, and set up by one of the very powerful billionaires who Moreau had once worked with.

Maybe he blackmailed his way out and back into a fortune.

“Looks like from someone he used to do business with,” Hardison shrugged, “He also paid a large part of it straight back out to a law firm, with another two payments over the following year.”

“So he got himself a lawyer?” Parker frowned, “A lawyer good enough to get him released from San Lorenzo under a new name and with a lovely big cheque waiting for him on the other side?”

“Maybe,” Hardison carried on searching, an activity fairly routine for him by now, “We gotta figure out where he took Eliot.”

“And how to get Eliot back. Moreau’s security is going to be tight, even if he’s lost most of his money and influence…the flight went to Cyprus, right?”

“Yeah,” Hardison was about to continue his answer when he saw an email from General Flores, which he quickly read before related to Parker, “Flores knew nothing about Moreau’s release. None of the government did…it was done on the whisper. And I mean, the serious whisper…someone with a lot of money or power had to have orchestrated it…”

“And we can dig into that later,” Parker said firmly, “First we have to get Eliot back.”

Hardison couldn’t agree more, “Two tickets to Cyprus, coming right up.”

Cyprus. Over twenty hours total of travelling, only about five of which allowed any sort of digital investigation into where Moreau was, what his security was like, and who had managed to get him released without anyone knowing. They had enough information for Parker to be rotating possible plans in her mind during the flight, much of which was spent looking absently out the window at the wing of the plane, and during which neither of them slept at all.

It was impossible not to think about what Moreau would do to Eliot, and the myriad dark thoughts that crossed Hardison’s mind made him really wished he had watched fewer horror films.

The guy had earned his reputation among the criminal community. He was ruthless and people did not cross him. Until Leverage had, and now they were paying for it.

By the time they reached Cyprus, they had three likely locations where Eliot would have been taken, approximate security profiles for two of them, and maybe half a formed Plan A for getting their hitter back.

This had become three complete security profiles and a hierarchy of probabilities for the locations, as well as vague Plans A-S (skipping M), by the time they reached the town in Pafos where Moreau had at least one property.

It was early morning when they reached the town, the old streets nearly devoid of human life, making the slow approach towards Moreau’s property feel almost dreamlike as the small rental car moved through the pale, thin light. They expected to see some sort of security outside the building, but as they approached closer on foot, they saw nothing. Some lights on inside, but no people or movement other than the gentle rustling of the oleander plants scattered around the exterior.

It was quiet, peaceful, calm.

Hardison jumped, almost screamed, at the suddenly hard nudge Parker gave him. But he managed to keep quiet, and turned, seeing where she was pointing.

On a low wall at the far side of the building from them, in thick, black paint, there was a sort of stick-figure wolf with a bushy tail and that seemed to be breathing fire. The paint had dripped in places, and in others, over the pale bricks, it seemed to have either faded or deeper into the porous rock. Not enough to obscure the image, however.

“Eliot signal?” Parker mouthed, hope blossoming in her eyes.

Hardison swallowed.

Maybe.

Moreau wouldn’t know anything about that, and it couldn’t possibly be a coincidence.

“Stay here,” Parker whispered into his ear, and began to make her way towards the signal, but Hardison quickly caught her arm and pointed to a camera camouflaged with the building's wall.

"Can you disable them?"

"I'm working on it..." he carried out the same procedure he had thousands of times before, assessing the cameras, working out if and how to get into them - loop the feed. Just needed to record a few seconds. Enough for Parker to get past unseen. There were five exterior cameras...except they were all showing static on his phone screen, already disabled. The same for the interior cameras.

"Someone beat us to it," Hardison looked back at Parker nervously. It had to have been Eliot, and that was a good thing, but then why did he feel so uneasy.

"I'm going," she whispered, "Stay here."

Cameras were out, but there might still be patrols, people inside, even though it was still very early and hopefully they were asleep.

Hardison watched Parker until she disappeared around the corner of the building, and he was left alone to wait in that eerily peaceful silence. He kept his phone out, watching the camera feeds and looking into what he could access of other systems inside.

The feeds never deviated from the static, and there didn't seem to be anything else with an operating system inside to attack, other than a few smartphones. But Moreau hadn't exactly been a high-tech bad guy. More of an old-school, send goons in the night to assassinate his enemies bad guy.

Hardison grimaced at that thought.

Eliot had once been one of those goons.

“Hardison!”

The hissed name over comms nearly made him jump, breaking his train of thought.

“I’ve found Eliot,” Parker whispered, “He’s unconscious and he's not waking up. His leg's shot and his feet are all messed up, and he…he looks really bad...should I taser him?”

"What?!"

"To wake him up!"

"No, Parker. Don't taser him," Hardison replied very extra care to be very clear, then added, “You see any guards anywhere?”

“No. You're clear. It's totally quiet. Just stay low and avoid the windows."

Hardison took a deep breath and followed Parker’s path along the side of the building, round the corner, and into a yard that overlooked the ocean.

The two were a lot closer than Hardison expected, in a small half-covered alcove at the back of the yard.

Eliot was sitting up, leaning back against the stone wall with Parker beside him. His left leg was bloody, a tourniquet tied not far above his knee, and the soles of his bare feet were, as Parker had said, pretty messed up. Bloody and red and bruised. His right hand, unmoving on his lap, was obviously broken, and two bands of deep bruising crossed his exposed torso, stark against his too pale skin.

Matching bruises over his arms and wrists suggested some sort of restraint strong enough to have bruised the skin. Maybe fractured the bone beneath. Maybe internal injuries…

Hardison swallowed back his nausea, burying the worst case scenarios running through his brain.

Eliot had escaped far enough to get here and to leave them a signal, so he had to be okay-ish. Nothing acutely urgent...maybe it was blood loss or dehydration or hypothermia...he did look very pale and his lips maybe a touch blue. Moreau probably hadn't been exactly generous with food or drink, so it might be something as simple as that.

“Okay,” Hardison took a slow, steadying breath as he felt Eliot's thready pulse, “Parker, go ahead and let me know if anyone’s in the windows. I’ll carry him. We get him to the car, get some supplies, and get outta here.”

She nodded and hopped to her feet, running ahead. Hardison carefully slipped his arms under Eliot and stood, gritting his teeth as his legs and back protested him standing with the added weight.

The first few metres were fine, but with all the stopping and starting while Parker checked the way was clear, Hardison’s legs and arms were burning by the time he reached the car. He didn’t have time to deal with it though. They needed to get the hell out of here.

With minimal discussion, they arranged themselves so Parker drove and Hardison sat up across the back seats, Eliot propped up against him, hopefully absorbing some of his body heat. As much as Parker driving was not the best thing for someone with severe injuries, this was the way it had to be for when they stopped at a pharmacy.

It was still too early for anything to be open, so Hardison disabled the alarm and camera remotely, while Parker broke into the first pharmacy they found with no one nearby.

“Grab sterile gauze, bandages, disinfectant, painkillers…electrolyte replenishing stuff…if they’ve got one an emergency blanket.”

“The shiny one?”

“Yeah.”

“Got it.”

A few minutes later she reappeared, a lollipop in her mouth, and shoved the supplies into the car, ripping open the blanket and tossing it at Hardison while he rearmed the alarm and cameras to hide the break in as much as possible.

They really needed to not leave any sort of trail behind them.

While Parker kept driving, heading towards the next district, Hardison wrapped the blanket over Eliot. He should try to make him drink something, but doing that while he was unconscious would probably just make him choke.

Just as Hardison was mentally running through all the first aid Eliot had taught them, he felt the man in his arms shift slightly.

Then he fell motionless again.

Hardison squeezed him very lightly, "El? Eliot?"

Eliot moved again, making a soft, almost pained, sound.

"Parker! Parker, pull over."

She did with a little more abruptness than Hardison had hoped for, but then he had sounded pretty urgent. Urgent enough that she looked outright terrified when she opened the door to the back seats.

But then she broke into a smile.

"Eliot!"

"Hey," he rasped, voice heavy and rough.

Parker hopped into the back with them as Eliot tried to sit up, helping him to shift to rest against the back of a seat rather than Hardison. Able to see him better now, Eliot looked just as awful as back at Moreau's place. Maybe a bit more colour to his cheeks, but that was it.

"You okay, man?"

Eliot glared tiredly. He never liked that question.

"You were very unconscious."

"Drugged," he replied, and now his groggy state made more sense, "Moreau was gettin' ready to transport me somewhere else. Got out before it took effect."

Got out, but not fully away.

He must have had just enough time to escape before whatever sedative or paralytic or cocktail it was got to him. Enough time to escape and leave a signal for them to find.

"Here," Hardison twisted the top off a bottle of isotonic flavoured water from the pharmacy and passed it over, "You got it?"

This last as Eliot's hand shook when he took the bottle. But the hitter just nodded tiredly and drank steadily. Three long gulps, and he passed it back.

"Thanks."

"We liked the Eliot signal," Parker smiled up from her new position sitting comfortably in the footwell where no adult human should be able to sit comfortably.

"How'd you know we'd be there?" Hardison asked, "I mean, what if someone else found your graffiti or it washed away?"

"Moreau was keepin' tabs on you. Heard 'im say somethin' 'bout a plane arrivin' from Oregon. Figured you'd find the place soon enough."

"Speaking of, we should probably get going before Moreau comes after us..."

"Moreau ain't gonna be a problem anymore."

They both looked sharply at him. And then looked away, Hardison first, then Parker, realising the blunder in their evident alarm.

Eliot hadn't missed their reactions, but he spoke on as if he had been entirely unaware, "Should call cops an' get 'em to that place.”

“Do you think his men will try to follow us?” Parker asked.

Eliot began to reply, but he broke off. He shut his eyes, jaw clenching, and took an unsteady breath. Whatever Moreau had drugged him with was strong.

“Don’ know. Maybe. They might try to score an easy bounty or somethin’,” he paused again, and Hardison could see him shaking slightly under the blanket, “With cops on ‘em they’ll hafta lay low. Less likely to chase us.”

Hardison nodded, watching as Eliot continued to struggle against some pain or exhaustion or whatever it was, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll get on that now. Cops to Moreau's place...but we should get going. Stop at a hotel...you look pretty bad, El."

Eliot half-glared, half-frowned, caught between confusion and irritation, like he was attempting his usual grumpy but the lingering effects of the drug were getting in the way.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Eliot did, really, look damn awful, it would have been adorable. Hardison almost smiled as he turned his focus to his phone to make the call.

As Parker drove, Hardison kept a close eye on Eliot, who slowly drank his way through the electrolyte drink. More than twice, he seemed to almost slip back into unconsciousness or sleep, but he was obviously trying to fight it.

Hardison had got pretty good at knowing when Eliot wanted to talk, when he wanted just to listen, and when he wanted only silence. Now he wanted silence, and Hardison and Parker gave it to him.

Twenty minute to drive to the nearest fancy hotel, where Parker helped Eliot sneak in while Hardison checked him and Parker in under their aliases.

Then over an hour while Eliot cleaned and patched up his injuries, Parker and Hardison helping where he couldn’t manage with his left hand alone or when his strength started to slip.

They had to help with the extraction of a bullet from his shin, which was particularly gory and made Hardison very glad of Parker’s dexterity and not being bothered by blood, with getting some splinters of wood out of the cuts on his feet. Cleaned up, those didn’t look as bad as before. There were numerous narrow gashes and a lot of bruising, but nothing was too deep. It still looked horrible and was probably really painful. But it wasn’t damage to the extent Hardison had feared.

But by the end of their makeshift medical activities, and after a bath during which Eliot submitted to allowing them both to help, their hitter looked more like himself again. Worn out and subdued in the way he usually was after especially rough fights or bad injuries, but no worse than they had seen him before.

And he was behaving more like himself too, with the effects of the drug wearing off. It did away with the unease that Eliot's remark about Moreau had set upon them. Even after all this time, Hardison could never fully reconcile the Eliot he knew with the Eliot who killed people, and that moment had been the closest the two had ever come to meeting.

But now, their Eliot sat on the plush couch of their hotel suite, bandaged feet resting on a cushion on the coffee table, with Parker pressed close on one side, munching on a sweet pastry she had stolen from the hotel restaurant. Hardison was a little way off, making use of the small desk to work on bolstering their cover.

He had just posted a couple of photos to the social media of his alias to help their covers.

“Parker and I are here on holiday," he said, finishing a Tweet and looking up, "Eliot I’ve got you an alias set up for when we head back. How long do you need before you fly?”

“Couple of days.”

“We should stay at least a week to keep our covers good,” Parker pointed out, “A few days vacation is gonna look odd.”

“Two weeks?” Hardison suggested, “That’ll give me time to start sorting out a new base.”

Eliot frowned, “New base?”

“Portland’s blown. Moreau knew where to find us. No way to tell who else might know.”

The hitter looked away, letting out a frustrated breath.

“What we gonna do with the brewpub?”

“I’ll sell it. Make sure the employees are kept on or get compensation…we still need to move some things, clear out, but…”

“Can we set up our new base in Pennsylvania?” Parker interrupted excitedly.

Hardison frowned, and Eliot supplied the answer, “It’s the state that produces the most chocolate.”

“I was thinking Florida.”

Parker pouted, “Doesn’t Florida pollen make you cry?”

“Yeah man,” Eliot smiled teasingly, reassuringly like himself, “Can’t have you cryin’ your way through our jobs.”

Hardison rolled his eyes and moved over to join them, bringing his laptop and prepared to launch into the inevitably long debate over where they should move next. They had two weeks here, so they had time to discuss it in depth. Maybe enough time to go see some sights, do some touristy things, or just binge watch some classic TV and movies in the hotel.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #Day 19: Taken for granted #leverage #alec hardison #parker #eliot spencer #damien moreau #cw implied torture #cw blood mention

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alliluyevas · 7 months

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for my beloved followers interested in mormon polygamy name discourse, i have compiled and presented a list of the children of four different 19th century mormon polygamist men, ranging from 30 to 66 children. I included middle names when I could find them and the children are listed in chronological order of their birth.

Brigham Young:

Elizabeth, Vilate, Joseph Angell, Brigham Jr., Mary Ann, Emma Alice, Luna Caroline, John Willard, Brigham Heber, Edward Partridge, Oscar Brigham, Hyrum, Joseph, Moroni, Mary Eliza, Ella Elizabeth, Alva, Alma, Fanny Decker, Emily Augusta, Marinda Hyde, Clarissa Maria, Jeanette Richards, Zina Presendia, Evelyn Louisa, Hyrum Smith, Caroline Partridge, Ernest Irving, Nabby Howe, Willard, Eudora Lovina, Mahonri Moriancumer, Emmeline Amanda, Shamira, Alfales, Brigham Morris, Phoebe Louisa, Jedediah Grant, Arta DeChrista, Joseph Don Carlos, Louisa Wells, Susa Amelia, Lorenzo Dow, Miriam, Albert Jeddie, Feramorz Little, Alonzo, Josephine, Clarissa Hamilton, Charlotte Tallula, Ruth, Phineas Howe, Lura, Daniel Wells, Rhoda Mabel, Adella, and Fanny van Cott

Heber Kimball:

Judith Marvin, William Henry, Helen Mar, Roswell Heber, Heber Parley, David Patten, Adelbert, Charles Spaulding, Henry, Brigham Willard, Sarah Helen, David, Margaret Jane, Abraham Alonzo, Isaac, Solomon Farnham, Samuel Chase, David Orson, Prescinda Celestia, Murray Gould, David Heber, Joseph Smith, Augusta, Cornelia Christine, John Heber, William Gheen, Susannah, Samuel Heber, Joseph Smith, Harriet, Newel Whitney, Willard Heber, Jacob Reese, Jonathan Golden, Horace Heber, Rosalia, Albert Heber, Lydia Holmes, Jedediah Heber, Hyrum Heber, Enoch Heber, Peter, Daniel Heber, Ann Spaulding, Sarah Maria, Jeremiah Heber, Mary Melvina, Andrew, Alice Ann, Eliza, James Heber, Joshua Heber, Washington, Mary Margaret, Moroni Heber, Sarah Gheen, Joshua Heber, Eugene, Wilford Alfonzo, Franklin Heber, Lorenzo Heber, Abbie Sarah

Joseph F. Smith:

Mercy Josephine, Sarah Ellen, Mary Sophronia, Leonora, Hyrum Mack, Donette, Joseph Richards, Alvin Fielding, Heber John, Joseph Fielding Jr., Alfred Jason, Rhoda Ann, David Asael, Edna Melissa, Minerva, Albert Jesse, George Carlos, Alice, Robert, Julina Clarissa, Willard Richards, Elias Wesley, John Schwartz, Franklin Richards, Emma, Emily Jane, Lucy Mack, Calvin Schwartz, Zina, Rachael, Jeanetta, Samuel Schwartz, Andrew Kimball, Ruth, Edith Eleanor, James Schwartz, Jesse Kimball, Asenath, Martha, Agnes, Silas Schwartz, Fielding Kimball, and Royal Grant

Parley Pratt:

Parley Parker Jr., Nathan, Olivia Thankful, Susan, Moroni Llewellyn, Alma, Helaman, Nephi, Julia Houston, Belinda Marden, Cornelia, Agatha, Abinadi, Lucy, Ether, Mormon, Mosiah, Malona, Lehi Lee, Henriette, Marian, Omner, Teancum, Mary Wood, Moroni Walker, Phoebe Soper, Isabella Eleanor, Sarah Elizabeth, Evelyn, Mathoni

also who had the best name taste and who had the worst

#i dont know whether parley pratt nerfing literally every single one of his sons except nathan with a terrible name or heber kimball naming #almost all of his sons after himself is worse. lol #HK didn't have as many just batshit insane names but he was also terminally uncreative and had the most repeat names between siblings #including TWO sets of living siblings with the same exact full name which is demonic #i would argue that Joseph F. Smith probably had the best taste in names. he was a generation younger so i guess they settled down a bit

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reachartwork · 9 months

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The six primary members of the Delaware Valley Defenders, from my web serial, Chum. From top left to bottom right, Z-wise:

Diane "Liberty Belle" Williams. Leader, with super-strength and super-proprioception. Slowly, secretly dying.

Kwame "Bulwark" Adjei. Can turn himself or any objects he's holding or wearing into a stone-like substance, extremely heavy and nearly invulnerable. Has a "mother-hen-like" personality. Ghanian immigrant.

Elijah "Multiplex" Brooks. An ex-boxer who can duplicate himself up to 12 times and can reclaim their memories and skills. Does not experience the "clone dilemma".

Bianca "Fury Forge" Agnelli. A single mother and tinker-style superhero who specializes in making anything related to extinguishing fires. Heavily tattooed.

Councilman Jamal Davis. The de jure leader (due to legal requirements). Charming. Always willing to let the superheroes do the right thing.

Clarissa "Clara" Parker. The team lawyer. Gets too drunk on Fridays. Extremely good at getting criminals locked up.

#superhero #supervillain #alt history #web serial #chum #chum web serial #delaware valley defenders #character design

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venomizedstar · 11 months

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Since I started by explaining more general things, now I'm going to explain the Paranormal Order and the teams! Maybe a little bit of the characters

So, Ordem Paranormal means Paranormal Order, but the official name inside the lore is Ordo Realitas and its a big and secret organization with headquarters in Brazil.

The agents are divided in teams and usually they are always together to fight the paranormal.

Equipe Aniquiladores: The oldest team! The members include Senhor Veríssimo (a NPC, the Order leader), Aaron (NPC, a mysterious sniper), Balu (Played by Calango, funny guy), Arnaldo Fritz (sometimes a npc, sometimes played by Rakin, a famous actor), Chizue Akechi (a NPC, uses Katanas) and some other unknow people, now inactive;

Equipe Veterana de Varredura: Balu, Arnaldo Fritz, Johnny Tabasco (played by Alanzoka, really impulsive) and Luciano Carvalho (played by LJoga, a former military), now inactive;

Equipe Brasa: Erin Parker (played by Kalera, heavy inspired by Jinx from League of Legends), Fernando Carvalho (also played by LJoga, Luciano's husband), Luciano Carvalho and Tristan Monteiro (NPC, funny flirty guy), now inactive;

Equipe Iniciante de Varredura: The first team to be presented in the series! Its members are Alexsander Kothe (played by LJoga, a history teacher), Daniel Hartmann (played by Luba, a writer), Elizabeth Webber (played by Bagi, a medical doctor and forensic scientist) and Thiago Fritz (played by Rakin, Arnaldo's son), now inactive;

Equipe Veterana: Arnaldo Fritz, Chizue Akechi, Cristopher Cohen (played by LJoga), Francisca Parker (NPC, Erin's grandmother) and Senhor Veríssimo, now inactive;

Equipe E: Second season team! Arthur Cervero (played by Guaxinim, handsome and cute guy), Cesar Oliveira Cohen (Played by Calango, nerd and Cristopher's son), Elizabeth Webber, Joui Jouki (played by Luba, gymnast), Thiago Fritz, now inactive;

Equipe Kelvin: Kenan Thomas (played by Leo Santi), Mariana Carona (played by Bagi), Miguel Cariad (initially played by Calango, later he became a NPC), now inactive;

Equipe D: Third season team! Arthur Cervero, Beatrice Portinari (played by Triz Pariz, has a cool bird), Dante (played by Rakin, an ocultist), Elizabeth Webber, Erin Parker, Fernando Carvalho, Joui Jouki, Kaiser (Cesar Oliveira after some traumas), Luciano Carvalho, Orpheu (the cool bird!) and Tristan Monteiro, now inactive;

Dragões Metálicos: A metal band inspired by Metallica, they're all NPCs! Kurt Hemmis, Leandro Hans, Marcos Front and Roberto Lutrijo, now inactive;

Equipe Espiãs: Team inspired by Totally Spies, they're all NPCs! Alexia Grifo, Clarissa Leão and Samantha Hale, now inactive;

Dupla Johnny e Rubens: Johnny Tabasco and Rubens Naluti (played by Felps, a silly little guy), now inactive;

Equipe Abutres: Balu, Arthur Cervero, Carina Leone (played by Bagi, italian mafia girl), Dante, Joui Jouki and Rubens Naluti, still active;

Equipe Delta: NPC only team: Jiro Yukami, Naomi Akechi and Olivia Lefleur, still active;

Dupla Cavalcante e Wanderley: Cavalcante Bueno (a NPC) and Wanderley Nascimento (played by Rakin)

And also theres teams from another countries or without any contact with the Order:

Hell Hunters: Ex members from SWAT, their headquarters are in Texas, United States, all the members are NPCs. Arnold Strolley, Chloe Grey, Jason Bloom, Karen Brown, Miguel Hernandez, Roy Stevens, Ryder States, Stella Green and Troy Walker;

Obscurité: A french team of anarchists who lives in Paris' Catacombs, almost all of them are NPCs. Bernadette Leroy, Cartier Dubois, Delano Martin, Désirée Menet, Dominic Sy Pierre (played by Abelha), Emmanuelle Adrien, Lorraine Orleans, Marc Menet, Margot Renaud, Maxime Auclair, Oriel Renaud and Yuki Saito (played by Kalera);

Família Leone: Italian mafia, almost all NPCs. Alfredo Leone, Alonzo Leone, Ângela Leone, Antonella Leone, Brando Leone, Carla Leone, Carina Leone, Chiara Leone, Dario Leone, Enzo Leone, Fabrizio Leone, Giuseppe Leone, Lorenzo Leone, Marco Leone, Patrizia Leone and Roberta Leone;

Os Cinco: Team kinda based on Scooby-Doo and in sci-fi 90' movies. Xande (played by Guaxinim, impulsive and cool guy), Dara Venturini (played by Carol, team's support), Chico (played by LJoga), Guizo (played by Felps), Lírio Tellini (played by Gary, he's THE WALL), Morato Vertaler (NPC) and Voytek Nowak (NPC).

Elements | Classes | O Segredo na Ilha

#qsmp #ordem paranormal #cellbit

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Sunset Valley - End of Days

Chapter Two - "Unlucky Survivors"

River’s Journal – December 31st, 1989 - January 6th, 1990

We have been incredibly lucky. There was no breach in the walls, nor was the structure damaged in any way due to the over-pressures we’ve endured from the detonations of the two nuclear weapons; one in the 350KT range, the other targeted at the military base in the 5MT range. Luckily our entire superstructure of our bunker has been Faraday-caged, meaning that there was lead sheets embedded into the walls, which were meant to block out Electro-Magnetic Pulses. Which means that anything electronic in our devices and in our motors that we have has been kept safe from burning out due to detonation of the nuclear weapons in our vicinity. Our exterior security cameras have not been so lucky. They are fried.

We have not had snow. The soot in the atmosphere has wrecked our ability to have weather patterns as far as we’re aware because we haven’t heard any rain beating down on our roof, so naturally, if there is no rain, there is no possibility of snow either.

Over the past six months, we have spent our time in the bunker doing the things that we had to do. Bebe, namely, working on her sciences and Clarissa on alchemy. Farmer and Felix have been doing their part to make life easier on us humans. The main reason why we were staying underground for as long as we have is the fact that we didn’t know just how much radiation had been pumped into the soil from the fall-out. The only soil that we knew wasn’t radioactive was the soil underneath our feet on the first floor above the bunker, because that was encased all the way straight down to the bunker itself and had no contact with the outside soil. There is no way that radioactivity could have leached in especially when our soil that we used was barricaded by concrete and rebar.

We will have to look out, one of these days, but as long as we have the capacity to stay here, this is what we’re going to do. We did find out that Farmer heard rain hitting the roof through his far more sensitive auditory circuits part way through the first week. This was the first time that we had heard about precipitation falling since the warheads went off and undoubtedly that was going to send upwards, a spike in the rad-count, which meant that it was going to be dangerous to be outside in the rain. Right now all the dust and debris that were radioactive from the nuclear exchange was still floating around in the atmosphere contained within the clouds. We had a round-table discussion: What do we do about the survivors? How do we figure out if any of them can be saved.

Felix must have overheard because he went, of his own volition, on a scouting mission...to retrieve friends of ours who may have survived. Even if they had radiation sickness which couldn’t be treated, at least they wouldn’t die alone. Out of the 50,000 population of Sunset Valley, we were only able to save two who had not received enough rads to have been fatal. Holly burst into tears when she’d encountered Felix. She thought at first that he was the emissary of an alien invasion but was brought about to realize that we were still alive and that we had managed to survive the nuclear onslaught within a bunker – that in turn prompted tears of relief; she was saved.

Felix also managed to save Parker Langerak, who somehow even though he was outside at the time of the rainfall, that he’d only gotten a dose of about 30 rads. Which would probably make him slightly sick, possible fever, maybe vomiting, but not enough to be fatal, thank heavens – he was only a teen, he still had his whole life ahead of him. Felix and Parker managed to make it back when the rain stopped and Holly made a mad dash for our bunker when she saw the two of them heading for the bunker.

We did have to make peace with the fact that we couldn’t save all of them. This death-rain would eliminate the majority of the survivors who were left out on the surface. It also meant that we needed to stay within the confines of the bunker for as long as we could, at least until the radioactivity died down.

Yumi Sekemoto came to us, pleading and begging for us to save her grandchild, Sam. She knew that she was dying. In fact, she had suffered a major dose of radiation poisoning and was quarantined away from the rest of us.

Farmer was designated to help her in her last days to make sure that her passing was comfortable. Sam, luckily hadn’t managed to get much dosage of radiation so we managed to nurse him back to health. And he looked none the worse for having lost both his father and his grandmother. Poor young Sam, Haruo and I would raise him as our own; he would be our first.

Despite how we feel, joy at the thought of raising a little one ourselves, we know deep down that Leighton should have been the one raising Sam. Sam will only know us as his parents, since he was too young to remember much of his father, his father having died when the first bombs went off as he was downtown. Then losing the only maternal figure, Sam had. We both would love Sam, but he deserved to have his father still.

Our intention as Sam’s surrogate parents was to raise him up to be a young man that Leighton would be proud of, not to replace him.

For how much longer would we have to stay within the bunker. The plumbots were equipped with on-board geiger counters, but we had none and we had no idea how they worked or how they were created. We would have to salvage some down the road if we were able to. It may be that we may have to move from this place...and find a home that we can actually make a community out of. But that may be far down the road. Right now we can’t take the chance of exposure to stronger radiation than what would be healthy for us to take. We need to be able to reproduce, to bring humanity back from the brink of extinction and we can’t do that if the reproducing females of our species are rendered sterile trying to find a new home. If we’re not careful we could genetically dead-end the species.

#sims 3 #ts3 #river mcirish #sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 storytelling #river and haruo #haruo chikamori #Sunset Valley - End of Days #sims 3 apocalypse #Parker Langerak #Holly Alto

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dementedfilament · 6 months

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Lilith Nightingale

A steady breath gradually silenced Clovis’s flame.

All around him, eyes darted to the scars on his lips, then back to meet his gaze. “Holy shit…I had no idea…” John managed to say.

“Dude, what the hell?” Clarissa added. “Who would do something like that?”

The blonde gave a forlorn shrug. “No idea.”

“That’s why you—” Maggie, hand hovering above her mouth, spoke.

“Yeah.”

Clarissa continued. “We legit thought your dad did that, or something. That’s why we didn’t know how to…”

He gave a sardonic chuckle. “Wouldn’t be too far-fetched.”

Opening his eyes, Cedric joined them. “I’ve never heard about this witch. Did she tell you her name?”

“No. At least, not that I remember.”

“When we’re finished here, I’m going to give you my personal contact information. If you find that portal again, notify me immediately and I’ll seal it off.”

“...Alright.”

“I hope you’ve been taking the medication I recommended.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good. Let me know if something comes up, in regards to them.”

Clovis nodded. “I will.”

“Then, if that is the extent of your story, let us continue for now.”

He repeated the gesture.

“Lilith?”

“Hm? My turn already?” She smiled.

“Yes.”

“Alright! I’ve got a good one!”

***

It was Sophomore year for teenage Lilith. She managed to get into Reverie with her best friend of 6 years, and they were both lovin’ life together. They had the stereotypically perfect high school balance of gossip, popularity, boys, and drama. (And the occasional Featherfall weirdness, of course.) RVS was their own little eutopia.

But what makes a eutopia better than sparkling, fine jewelry?

The time was during 3rd period, and they were playing hooky to check out the fair across town before anyone else, or at least, anyone else who wasn’t also ditching. That’s not where this tale really begins though. Rather, it was after they left the lovely fair.

Giggling furiously at their successful and entertaining pursuits, they ducked into the surrounding forest to avoid being spotted. Shortly after, a strange man in a hood appeared before them. “Hello. I appear to be lost. Can you show me the direction to the fair? I have a booth to set up.”

They pointed him that way.

“Thank you.” He took a few steps, then paused again. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit uncertain about setting up my stall. Will you take a look at my wares and determine if they’re adequate enough for the setting?”

The girls traded glances and shrugged. They assured him he’d fit in no matter what, but he insisted they take a look because he was so anxious, so they finally agreed.

“Thank you.” He opened his coat and removed one ornate box from it. His withered fingers carefully flipped the latches, then pulled back the lid to reveal a small assortment of jewelry with flawless, vibrant gemstones.

Enamored, the two girls reassured him that he’d be a great fit, if not standing out too much for such beautiful products.

He chuckled. “I appreciate your kindness. I feel much more at ease now.” A pause. “As thanks for assisting me, would you girls like one of these fine pieces? You can both take one each.”

They mutually went through internal turmoil. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea if they looked at the big picture here, but those gems were so, so tempting. What a prize to take home and brag to their fellow students about. For free!

But still…this business deal was no less shady.

Lilith shook her head first, declining the offer.

“Please, I insist. It’s the least I can do.”

She declined again.

Her friend, however, looked at her with eyes bedazzled. They bickered for a moment before her back turned in victory, brimming with excitement while showering the man in questions. He explained that these were no simple jewels—they were powerful charms, capable of fulfilling your wildest dreams.

After ignoring Lilith’s “uptight” complaints and receiving an explanation of each one, she chose a cute necklace with a carved pink heart.

“The charm for love,” the man explained in his raspy voice. “Bearing this charm is akin to being struck with the arrow of Cupid himself.” When quizzed, he responded, “This is sure to make you much more charming in the eyes of those you desire.”

And with that, the transaction was completed.

Sure enough, Lilith’s friend became the talk of the entire school. She probably ended up dating every guy in it within the span of a month. She was on a complete boy-crazy high and loving every second of it.

However, that high eventually became a low. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been with everyone that could be been with, including a large chunk of the female student body to satisfy the craving, but that well, too, dried up soon enough.

As she was venting her sorrows to Lilith on a walk, they spotted that strange hooded man again. The friend buzzed over and flooded him with more questions, almost begging for him to promise that this low feeling was temporary and the charm would work again soon.

He appeared to sympathize with her plight. “It sounds like you’re missing the joy you once received from the charm. Happiness is what you require.” She agreed, and he felt around his robe pockets until he pulled a bracelet with a bright yellow gem on it. “I apologize for the ill effects of my charm. Perhaps I can make it up to you with this?”

Uncertainty passed between the girls.

“This will return the happiness you appear to have lost. However, you should remove the necklace I gifted you first before wearing this one. It’s likely set in its effect already, and having both active energies could disrupt one or the other,” he explained.

After some thought, she removed the necklace, placing it in her pocket when he declined to have it returned, then accepted the new piece of jewelry.

Like magic, it worked. Lilith had never seen her friend enjoy her life this much, and she began shying away from romance entirely in favour of her hobbies, and then some. She was brimming with joy across a trail of broken sweethearts.

But that, too, corrupted into something more. She took on activities more and more dangerous for the sake of the adrenaline rush, as far as standing on the railroad tracks until the last moment and jumping off the school rooftop with a shoddy parachute.

Despite the concern for her safety, Lilith was no adrenaline rush. Thus, her concerns were ignored.

Until the friend could no longer derive a rush from her activities, and she sought the hooded man again.

“It sounds like you’ve become too happy. Balance is essential. Perhaps…sadness.” He procured a matching pair of blue, teardrop earrings. “Do not wear these for too long, else you may fall into great despair.”

Pocketing the bracelet, she accepted.

With this new gift, the friend quickly reverted into a sobbing mess. The man had informed her that perhaps she would come to regret the people she’d hurt under the influence of the other charms, but that rapidly descended into simply craving pity from those around her. Before she knew it, she cried herself through 3 weeks and could no longer sate her own sadness.

Thus, she sought out the hooded man again.

This time, he gave a ring, with the stone a mingling blend of red and green. And as before, she accepted.

Now, the friend flew into wild fits of jealousy and rage. She screamed at those who abandoned her during her sorrow, despite being the source that drove them away. She demanded reparations for what she was put through, whether that was through physical objects or shattering emotional connections between others.

It wasn’t long before she broke out into physical altercations with other students, whether her spontaneous enemies were capable of defending themselves or not. And after she ended up sending someone to the hospital, Lilith had to practically drag her back to the hooded man so this could be undone.

But that only resulted in another piece of jewelry.

Now, you’ve probably heard a tale similar to this before. It continues just as you expect, as the girl amalgamated more and more charms that activated extreme mood swings and destroyed her social life.

It’s the ending you may or may not anticipate.

This event was done while Lilith was away, spending time with friends telling her to not let that girl be such a burden on her. Her mistakes weren’t Lilith’s responsibility, after all.

But upon returning to her dorm, the teenager found a letter on the carpet. It was scrawled in multiple styles of handwriting, expressing how the friend was beginning to burn out of her own swings, and was beginning to yearn for balance again. No matter if she wore the charms in a cycle or left the charms off entirely, she felt fractured and empty inside. She just wanted to return to normal again.

So, she did it. Against her better judgement, she wore every piece of jewelry at once in desperation to return to her original state. As a result, she was overcome with incredible emotions, sending her on high after high after high as her brain switched between all the different charms taking effect.

It was amazing—it was maddening. Removing them all sent her spiraling into such a stark low that she threw them back on again to prevent it, triggering that vortex of raw, unfiltered emotion again.

Upon reading a few sentences to the end, Lilith dropped the parchment and bolted outside. She frantically searched up and down the campus, but there was no sign of her friend anywhere.

Eventually though, she realized that the friend would likely not have gone anywhere her mental chaos could be witnessed en masse.

Treading past the lake and following the river as a compass, she dropped to her knees upon the sight of her friend floating lifeless in the water.

On her body: no beautiful gemstone accessories to be found.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

#[ Familiar Faces through the Storm ]#word spores #Maggie's Misadventures #writeblr #writing prompts #scaretober #halloween prompts #Lilith Nightingale #Clovis Maclain #John Isaac Decartes #Clarissa Parker #Magdalene Holly #Cedric Blair #TW: Implied Suicide

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idontknowanametouse · 3 months

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Ordem Paranormal/paranormal order queer headcanons

Alexsander Kothé: gay (canon), namora Daniel, ele/dele | dating Daniel, he/him

Arthur Cervero: pansexual (canon), trans, namora Dante, ele/dele | dating Dante, he/him

Balu/Antônio Pontevedra: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Beatrice Portinari: trans, bissexual, poliamorosa, namora Erin e Tristan, ela/dela | trans, bisexual, polyamorous, dating Erin and Tristan, she/her

Carina Leone: demigirl, lésbica, tem crush na Artemis, ela/blue/cute/fashion/elae | demigirl, lesbian, has a crush on Artemis, she/blue/cute/fashion/ey

Cristopher Cohen: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Daniel Hartmann: gay, trans, ele/dele | he/him

Dante: não-binárie, birromântique, assexual, elu/delu | nonbinary, biromantic, asexual, they/them

Elizabeth Webber: bissexual (canon), trans, noiva do Thiago, ela/dela | bisexual (canon), trans, engaged to Thiago, she/her

Erin Parker: pansexual (canon), poliamorosa, paragirl transfeminina, namora Beatrice e Joui, ela/elu/cabum | pansexual (canon), polyamorous, transfem paragirl, dating Beatrice and Joui, she/they/kaboom

Fernando Carvalho: gay (canon), casado com Luciano (canon), trans, ele/dele | gay (canon), married to Luciano (canon), trans, he/him

Joui Jouki: trans, birromântico, graysexual, namora Erin e Kaiser, ele/dele | trans, birromantic, graysexual, dating Erin and Kaiser, he/him

Kaiser: garoto não binário transmasculino, gay, assexual, elu/ele | nonbinary boy, transmasc, gay, asexual, they/he

Luciano Carvalho: gay (canon), trans, he/him | ele/dele

Rubens Naluti: trans, aroace, num QPR com Johnny, ele/elu/ile | in a QPR with Johnny, he/they/it

Thiago Fritz: trans, ele/dele | he/him

Artemis Deordelin Rodrigues: trans, lésbica, tem crush na Carina, ela/dela | trans, lesbian, has a crush on Carina, she/her

Gal: agênero polissexual, todo pronome | agender, polysexual, all pronouns

Agatha Volkomenn: garota intersexo, pangênero, lésbica, tem crush na Eduarda, todo pronome exceto ele/dele | intersex girl, pangender, lesbian, has a crush on Eduarda, all pronouns except for he/him

Tristan Monteiro: trans, bissexual, ele/dele | trans, bisexual, he/him

Clarissa Leão: lésbica poliamorosa, ela/dela | polyamorous lesbian, she/her

Samuel Norte: trans, aroace, ele/dele | he/him

Mia: lésbica aroace, ela/dela | aroace lesbian, she/her

Senhor Veríssimo: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Eduarda Flom: lésbica, ela/dela | lesbian, she/her

Cassiano Menta: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Hugo Longo: aroace, não-binário, ele/elu | aroace, nonbinary, he/they

Amelie Florence: garota intersexo, pansexual (canon), ela/dela | intersex girl, pansexual (canon), she/her

Olivier Florence: trans, gay, namora Milo, ele/dele | dating Milo, he/him

Bárbara Lima: sáfica, assexual, tem crush na Amelie, ela/dela | sapphic, asexual, has a crush on Amelie, she/her

Milo Castello: gay, assexual, ele/dele | gay, asexual, he/him

Wanderley Nascimento: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Xande/Alexandre: pansexual, não-binário, poliamorosa, namora Guizo e Dara, todo pronome | pansexual, nonbinary, polyamorous, dating Guizo and Dara, all pronouns

Dara Alice Venturini: birromântica, heterossexual, poliamorosa, namora Guizo e Xande, trans, ela/dela | biromantic, heterosexual, polyamorous, dating Guizo and Xande, trans, she/her

Francisco Albuquerque: queer, ele/elu | he/they

Guilherme Santos/Guizo: polissexual poliamoroso, ele/eli | polysexual, polyamorous, he/it

Lírio Tellini: não-rotulado, ele/dele | non-labeled, he/him

Morato: gay, ele/dele | he/him

Kenan Thomas: bissexual poliamoroso, namora Mariana e Miguel, ele/dele | bisexual polyamorous, dating Mariana and Miguel, he/him

Mariana Larona: bissexual poliamorosa, namora Kenan e Miguel, ela/dela | bisexual polyamorous, dating Kenan and Miguel, she/her

Miguel Cariad: bissexual poliamoroso, ele/dele | bisexual polyamorous, he/him

#ordem paranormal #paranormal order #queer headcanons #lgbtq+ headcanons #tumblr is a coward and doesn't lets me put all the tags for characters

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cookiepotofchaos · 1 year

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Huh...

So, I've seen the Malory Towers Season 4 trailer (it's on YouTube and iPlayer) and read the release they did on the media centre.

And all my confused and uncertain thoughts about the writing are back in triplicate.

Frankly, I don't understand some of the writing decisions.

Minor spoilers below cut.

On the plus side: Bill, Jean, Alicia, and Mr Parker all returned, alongside Darrell, Sally, Gwen, Mary-Lou, and Irene.

On the downside: Well, quite a few things. But notably, Clarissa Carter and the Twins are in First Form with Felicity?

I think they're sidelining the older characters more earlier on. I guess we'll see how that goes.

Also, after the strange return to previous actress of Miss Grayling for the Christmas Special, she seems to be back in this series. But Felicity is played by a new actress.

I've had various confused thoughts about writing decisions over the years, but I'll keep most of them quiet until the season actually airs.

#small fandoms #malory towers

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arvonoon · 9 months

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I like you, have this unorganised list of character names I’ve accumulated

Moxxi

Crash

Warden

Fawn

Samuel

Mack

Lacey

Georgia

Clarissa

Fredrick

Bonnie

Chime

Florence

Gregory

Kyler

Quincy

Paula

Emmet

Jack

Larry

Victor

Liam

Henry

Kich

Tambre

Eurypterid

Blithe

Jubilant/Jubilee

Barchan

Argent

Billow

Zephyr

Axel

Lyle

Leif

Ace

Grey

Alizarin

Arylide

Bleu

Sienna

Umber

Carmine

Carnelian

Celeste

Celadon

Cordovan

Crimson

Fuchsia

Cairo

Otto

Briggs

Colby

Rocco

Rory

Brielle

Emery

Oaklee

Vienna

Frankie

Aubriella

Clementine

Charli

Piper

Saffron

Cleo

Luz

Clover

Delphinium

Dogwood

Filbert

Hollyhock

Hyacinth

Magnolia

Mimosas

Mugwort

Mallow

Nosegay

Orchid

Cattleya

Osmunda

Ophir

Phlox

Rhododendron

Wisteria

Zinnia

Agate

Malachite

Topaz

Onyx

January

April

May

June

August

Jasper

Rosaline

Tourmaline

Lotte

Camibeth

Lillian

Parsley

Belliana

Moonbow

Bush

Zippy

Wyrd

Amaranth

Amberjack

Oribi

Joyce

Wilby

Leto

Jett

Dahlia

Harriet

Hilda

Loretta

Maude

Molly

Phoebe

Rook

Mallard

Auk

Kagu

Cashew

Yale

Yara

Sunny

Yvonne

Yoland

Yonder

Zora

Zaire

Zuri

Nifty

Breezy

Finicky

Gaud

Ampersand

Yogh

Wynn

Ethel

Hoosier

Jamie

Kaira

Fox

Hale

Orla

Rielle

Raine

Sabrina

Indigo

Axton

North

Augury

Alchemy

Sanguine

Florid

Chroma

Saffron

Ochre

Sepia

Tawny

Henna

Ecru

Lichen

Plumose

Beryl

Fir

Conifer

Creek

Rivulet

Bourn

Rill

Spate

Monsoon

Sleet

Sirocco

Graupel

Morass

Jovian

Presley

Clint

Helge

Reggie

Rosine

Cyrus

Bowie

Atlas

Phoebe

Hannah

Aster

Sirius

Leo

Jupiter

Neptune

Kara

Prima

Freyr

Freyja

Vili

Ymir

Ananke

Erebus

Gaea/Gaia

Theia

Arete

Bia

Corus

Zelos

Angelos

Charon

Hecate

Arke

Addax

Alk

Hemlock

Belladonna

Agave

Chervil

Laurelf

Verbena

Gazania

Amaranth

Holly

Snapdragon

Alyssum

Dicentra

Clarkia

Clematis

Bob

Rome

Chester

Arien

Granger

Yarrow

Eranthus

Aconite

Snowgum

Josephine

Aria

Adele

Agatha

Juno

Livvy

Marissa

Nerida

Noelle

Pandora

Simone

Wren

Verity

Georgina

Roxanne

Camille

Addison

Vince

Kei

Erin

Drew

Dakota

Morgan

Marley

Kingsley

Salem

Parker

Darrian

Vireo

Ocelot

Maxton

Raleigh

Zyrille

Pangea

Narah

Enzo

Aubade

Aureate

Kalon

Paralian

Serein

Mycelium

Reishi

Agarikon

Godfrey

Hughes

Rolfe

Keld

Howe

Mell

Liard

Lockram

Nacre

Nim

Nisus

Nivial

Nyala

Ingle

Inkhorn

Iridal

Iroko

Ixora

Rach

Rorulent

Russet

Genevieve

Urushiol

Cullet

Herman

Regent

Towser

Joyce

Gail

Dale

Goldie

Mildred

Irene

Leroy

Marian

Alvin

Milton

Leona

Roland

Leslie

Loretta

Hattie

Lottie

Vivian

Vera

Vance

Sloane

Elkhorn

Caligo

Achlys

Cecilia Mila

Rufus

Cassia

Marius

Canigula

Lutrine

Astaroth

Arcturus

Cygnus

Cetus Baxter

Correa

Marianna

Daphne

Ciar Myra

Reuben

Rhoda

Manuel

Lori

Beverly

Colby

Elias

Brody

Colton Mulberry Myrrh

Myrtle

Holm

Valonia

Aleppo

Corsican

Leuke

Rhodon

Karya

Datura

Petra Enoch

Ada

Adelaide

Edith Argent Iain

Maskrey

Alston

Bingley

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lilacsarebloom · 1 year

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Ok gente não me ataquem por favor

Eu tenho que explicar algumas coisas para vocês que fizeram pedidos e para outros que vierem no meu perfil no futuro.

Por favor, leiam tudo antes de pedir algo.

Por mais que eu gostaria, não consigo escrever para fandoms das quais não gosto ou não sou parte, então deixarei aqui os personagens para qual escrevo e algumas outras coisinhas importantes.

Detalhe importante, o wattpad está recheado de histórias normais sobre esses personagens, então por preferência minha, meu perfil aqui está reservado apenas para histórias de romance mais "dark" ou "yandere" (Yandere = romance obssessivo e abusivo, anormal e doentio.) Se quiserem histórias mais comuns, fiquem a vontade para pedir no meu wattpad [nick: PercyLikesGreen]

Primeiro de tudo, minha fandom no momento é Ordem paranormal e a fandom do Cellbit no geral.

Se algum de vocês fez algum pedido para um personagem que não se encontra nessa lista abaixo, não vou escrever para esse personagem, sinto muito, por favor faça outro pedido para os personagens especificados abaixo, se quiser.

Se algum de vocês fez algum pedido para um personagem que (atenção coisa específica) está nessa fandom mas eu ainda não cheguei no episódio do personagem em questão, sinto muito, POR ENQUANTO não vou poder escrever para esse personagem, mas você ainda pode pedir outro personagem (se quiser) e esperar até que eu escreva para seu personagem pedido.

No momento escrevo para;

Ordem paranormal primeira temporada.

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Thiago Fritz.

Elizabeth Webber.

Agatha Volkomenn.

Daniel Hartmann.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Alexsander "Alex" Kothe.

O segredo na floresta.

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Thiago Fritz.

Joui "Joe" Jouki.

Elizabeth Webber.

Cesar Oliveira Cohen.

Arthur Cervero.

Brúlio Cervero.

O Ferreiro.

O Ajudante.

O Porteiro.

O Hoteleiro.

Agatha Volkomenn.

Senhor Veríssimo.

O segredo na ilha (Até o episódio 6).

O Mestre (Faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Milo Castello.

Miguel Castello.

Bárbara Lima.

Amelie Florence.

Olivier Florence.

Wanderley "Wandebas" Nascimento.

Cavalcante Bueno.

Helena Gama.

Ordem Paranormal Desconjuração.

O Mestre (Faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Tristan Monteiro.

Joui "Mascarado" Jouki.

Cesar "Kaiser" Oliveira Cohen.

Arthur Cervero.

Erin Parker.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Agatha Volkomenn.

Beatrice Portinari.

Elizabeth Webber.

Dante.

Henri.

Gal Sal.

Anthony Scelto.

Kian.

Luciano Carvalho.

Fernando Carvalho.

Clarissa Leão.

Ike.

Rubens Naluti.

Jhonny Tabasco.

Bruno.

Ordem Paranormal Calamidade (Até o episódio 6)

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Agatha Volkomenn.

Clarissa Leão.

Arthur Cervero.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Dante.

Carina Leone.

Rubens Naluti.

Antônio "Balu" Pontevedra.

Joui "Mascarado" Jouki.

Artemis Deordelin Rodrigues.

Boris Lukic

Gal Sal.

Kian.

Damir Lukic

Amalia.

Celestine.

Faustus.

Marius.

Remus.

Ordem Paranormal Relíquias.

O Anfitrião.

O Diabo.

O Deus da Morte.

A Magistrada.

Ordem Paranormal Sinais Do Outro Lado (Até o episódio 4).

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Alexandre "Xande".

Francisco "Chico" Albuquerque.

Lírio Tellini.

Guilherme "Guizo" Santos.

Dara Venturini.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Arnaldo Fritz.

Extra.

Cellbit.

As relíquias.

Cellbit de 2017 (sim, pode pedir os cellbits dos enigmas ou alguma loucura e teoria que você pensou ou até o Paulinho do Internet o Filme kkk).

Oque eu escrevo.

Personagem cannon x Você.

Leitores masculinos, femininos e não binários.

Leitores que usam qualquer pronome.

Cenários fora da timeline da história principal.

Cenários platônicos.

Oque eu não faço

Qualquer fandom da qual não estou interessado no momento.

Personagem cannon x Personagem cannon.

Personagem maior de idade x Personagem menor de idade. (romântico)

Meio termo (talvez eu faça ou talvez não, depende de muitas coisas.)

Hot (depende dos "kinks" que você pedir)

Se eu estiver demorando para fazer seu pedido (que está de acordo com as regras), existem 3 possíveis motivos para isso:

1 ‐ Estou cansado dessa fandom, ou seja tenho bem menos motivação e inspiração para escrever para ela, meu interesse nela pode ou não retornar eventualmente.

2 - Estou trabalhando em outros pedidos no momento.

3 - Estou dando uma pausa na escrita para resolver outras coisas em minha vida.

Lembre-se, minha vida não se resume a escrever, na verdade, eu escrevo por hobby, se eu sentir que estou sendo apressado ou pressionado a escrever, ha uma grande probabilidade de que eu demore mais ainda para escrever ou até desista de terminar seu pedido.

Você não é especial, existe uma fila e você não tem prioridade nela.

Eu tenho um limite do que eu conheço de certos personagens, ou seja, alguns deles podem ficar OOC (Out Of Charater ou fora de personagem).

É isso galera, fiquem a vontade para pedir a partir de agora.

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artsartblog · 1 year

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So I’ve decided to create a full on art blog. This is where I’ll be posting my art and anything related to my art. My main account will just be for other stuff, aka reblogs that consumes my art lol.

Since this’ll be a pinned post I’ll introduce myself.

I am Grace/Art/Marshy, you can call me any of those names. I’m 21 years old and have been making art for 8+ years and writing for just as long. I’m into a lot of different fandoms, but currently my hyperfixation is Lego Monkie Kid or anything Monkey King related. (I honestly don’t know what else to say about myself lol).

I’ll reblog my art from my main account, not all but some recent bits to put some art on here. Then it’ll all just be actual posts. Feel free to ask about an AUs or ocs I’ve made art of because I love talking about the different things I’ve come up with. You can send asks in the ask box or just comment through reblogs. Also please if you like my art be sure to also reblog it to circulate it around tumblr since likes do nothing for artists.

My aus and ocs below

My AU List:

•Lego Monkie Kid•

1. The Sunlight Princess (Bao's AU)

2. Shadow Twin (Xiaoyue's AU)

3. Zodiac Goddess (Qingling's AU)

4. Water Dragon Girl (Piper's AU)

5. Possessed Bao (Bao gets possessed by LBD)

6. Monkey Prince (Mk is Bao and Wukong's son)

7. Monkey Twins (Xiaoyue and Mk are Bao and Wukong's kids)

8. Chaos Trio/Mentor Trio (Wukong, Bao and Macaque equally train Mk) {+ Xiaoyue like in her main au)

9. Imprisoned King (Wukong was imprisoned in a cage then freed by Mk)

10. Double Trouble (Mac joined Wukong on his journey of becoming immortal and ended up going west with Wukong)

11. New Host (Bao becomes LBD's host) {Alt. Xiaoyue becomes LBD's host}

12. Pirate Crossover (A pirate crossover with RC9GN)

13. Lotus Maiden (Shuchun's AU)

•RC9GN•

1. Roleswap (Himori and Finja switch roles)

2. Uncle Raised (Clarissa is raised by her uncle McFist)

3. Pirate Crossover (a pirate crossover with LMK)

4. Miraculous Ladybug AU (Randy is Ladybug and Clarissa is Chat Noir)

5. Double Ninja (The ninjanomicon and mask are "missing" so Clarissa takes up the mantle of ninja until the nomicon and mask are found by Randy and becomes the actual ninja)

5. Revived (Finja and Himori are accidentally brought back to life by Randy)

6. True Reincarnation (An au that involves a friend's oc that is Finja's reincarnation)

•TMNT•

1. Spider's Daughter (Em ends up as Big Mama's adopted daughter)

2. Unnamed TMNT AU (Splinter's human sons are reincarnated as the turtles)

•Miraculous Ladybug•

1. Ladybug!Dani (Dani is Ladybug instead of Marinette)

•FNAF•

1. Fazbear's 80s Adventures (it's kinda like a Scooby-Doo type au, but staring the Afton Family, Charlie and my ocs Ella and Lottie)

•Steven Universe•

1. The Forgotten Diamond AU (Sophie's AU)

2. Pink's Other Spinel (Spinny's AU)

•The Lost Boys•

1. Comic Story (A what if au where pretty much all of the events of the movie are a story Sam came up with after Michael nearly became a vampire)

My OC List:

•Lego Monkie Kid•

1. Bao

2. Piper Dragon

3. Qingling

4. Qi Xiaoyue

5. Shuchun

•RC9GN•

1. Himori Kitamura

2. Clarissa Knowles

3. Camellia Knowles

4. Candace "Candy" Woods

5. Hachirō Norisu

•DC•

1. Grace Kyle/Wayne

2. Propheta (Mollie Sanders)

3. Guinevere Reeves

4. Regina Jekyll

5. Evelyn King

•Marvel Ocs•

1. Mysteria (Molly Darkholme)

2. Ally West (Miss Flare)

3. Jake West (Blue Frost)

4. Kathryn "Katie" Moss (Kinetic Waves)

5. Athena Stark

6. Leiah Engebresten

7. Phoebe Parker

8. Lacey Honeycutt (Big Hero 6 oc)

•FNAF•

1. Isabella "Ella" Schmidt

2. Charlotte "Lottie" Schmidt

3. Kelly

•Danganronpa•

1. Miyuki Takayama

2. Karin Tokomaru

3. Hanako Pekoyama

•Psychonauts•

1. Anastasia "Ana"

•TMNT•

1. Emlyn Jones

2. Paige Wimbledon

•Sonic•

1. Peach the rabbit

2. Mindy "Pinky" Prower

•Nancy Drew•

1. Briar Throne

•Creepypasta•

1. Mk (Musical Kitten)

2. Lunar Painter

3. Doll Face

•SvTFoE•

1. Red (Rose) Velvet/Red Butterfly

•Danny Phantom•

1. Elizabeth "Beth" Karton

•A:TLA•

1. Kiyomizu

•Bleach•

1. Fuyuka Urahara

•Sally Face•

1. Nikki Rosenberg

2. Katelyn Campbell

•Ducktales•

1. Bonnabelle "Bonnie" De Duck/De Spell

2. Constance "Connie" De Duck

•Encanto•

1. Rose Porter

2. Aura Vela

3. Simón Hernández

•NATM•

1. Selena Katz

2. Lateefah

•Scooby-Doo•

1. Dawn Kingston

•Miraculous Ladybug•

1. Danielle "Dani" Barnett

•Steven Universe•

1. Spinel "Spinny"

2. Sophia "Sophie" Baker

3. Aubergine "Aubie" Pearl

4. Amethyst "Amy"/Purple Diamond

•Toon•

1. Lila

•Kingdom Hearts•

1. Elizabeth "Liz" Hart/Zixl

•The Lost Boys•

1. Jinx Miller

•Resident Evil•

1. Samantha "Sam" Winters/Sam Bogdan

•Non-Fandom•

1. Madelyn "Maddie" Masters (The Suits)

2. Shanae Wang/Wang Xifeng (The Suits)

3. Randall "Randy" Newell (The Suits)

4. Jayden "Jay" Wembley (The Suits)

5. Ashton "Ash" Thompson (The Suits)

6. Ronald "Ron" Lewis (Eldritch Adventures)

7. Vincent/Vashoula (Eldritch Adventures)

8. Vlad (Different Paths)

9. Vanessa "Ness" (Different Paths)

10. TH8/Tina Honeycutt (Different Paths)

11. Fran (Different Paths)

12. Megara "Meg" Mortimer (Different Paths)

13. Esmeralda Baker

14. Jacob Daniels

15. Berry the Demon

16. Q/Quin (No Face)

#intro post #my ocs #my aus #long post

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