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Pink Skies - J. Seresin x Shy!Wifey

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Prompt: "Leave No Trace Behind, Like You don't Even Exist"

synopsis: The Seresin kids have all come home, but not for the reason they wish it was for. Jake has to face his hardest challenge yet, saying goodbye to the love of his life. Based on the song "Pink Skies" By Zach Bryan

warnings: MAJOR character death, implied suicide, dying of a broken heart, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of postmortem body tampering (does not happen, but it is a concern that is brought up), mentions of parental death, grieving process.

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“The kids are in town for a funeral. So pack the car and dry your eyes.”

Alex let out a deep sigh as he parked his car in front of the one place he had been dreading coming back to. Ever since getting that call, he had waited until the last possible moment to make the trip down from Lemoore. He would’ve put it off longer, showing up the day of, but a tearful call from his sister told him he needed to be back sooner.

The house felt cold as he turned the knob, the only sign of life was the misplaced shoes by the front door and his dad’s truck in the driveway. He had been back a few weeks prior, helping do some odd end things while his dad attended to his mother, and even then, the house still felt warm and lived in. Now, this house felt anything like the childhood home he had been raised in.

“Elle!?” Alex shouted, hearing voices and clattering from the kitchen.

“In here!” His sister called out. Her blonde hair looked like a halo around her head as she turned to greet her brother, “Hey,” Her smile was bright, well as bright as it could be as she pulled him for a tight hug, “How are ya stranger?”

“Been good,” Alex nodded stiffly, pulling back from his sister, “Where’s everyone else?”

Ella sighed, stuffing her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, “Eli and Stella are at Val and Javy’s. I sent the twins to go grocery shopping and Dad is um. . . at the funeral home with grandpa and grandma.”

Alex nodded again, watching as his sister got back to work cooking whatever meal she managed to scrounge up. Even though she had the looks and personality of their father, Ella Seresin was her mother to a t. She was the one who spent hours in the kitchen helping make meals and bake. Alex sat down at the kitchen table, glancing briefly at the various hospital bills and sympathy cards that had gathered there. Flowers had also started to gather around the kitchen, and he guessed that Ella also took care of all those.

“Where’s Piper?” Ella spoke up from stirring something on the stove, “I swear Dad must have been photosynthesizing these past two weeks. I barely had the basic ingredients for spaghetti.”

“She’ll come down tomorrow with Billie.”

“God, I miss that girl.”

Alex did too even though it had only been a day since he had seen his little girl. Her big blue eyes, soft blonde curls and big smile could make anyone in this situation feel better. All he wanted to do was curl up with his girls by his side.

The two eldest Seresin kids sat in silence as Ella continued to work on dinner. Alex missed the days of being so near his siblings. Him and Ella had always been two peas in a pod, though their personalities varied greatly, they always leaned on each other when they needed one another. Alex could remember those late nights, sneaking back through the backdoor after being at a party they shouldn’t have been at. Their mom, somehow, always knowing that they had left, would leave a plate of cookies, water, and tylenol on the kitchen counter with a note:

“Cookies gone, means you are home. Wake me if you need - love, mom”

How Alex wished he could turn back time and get a plate of her homemade chocolate chip cookies again.

The silence was broken with the sound of the garage door opening, followed by the rambunctious sound of the youngest Seresin boys. Jasper and Maxwell Seresin stumbled through the door, grocery bags lined on their arms. Jasper’s blonde hair was long, hitting past his shoulders while Maxwell kept his cut short in a fade. Their eyes both widened seeing their older brother sitting at the table.

“Do I have to like, salute you or some shit?” Maxwell asked, and Alex chuckled.

“No you shit head,” Alex smiled, standing up and walking to his younger brother. The boy set the groceries down, embracing Alex in a hug. Alex fought back the sting of tears as he hugged him. Being almost 10 years apart had its positives and negatives. Alex got to watch them grow up with a whole new perspective, but he also missed out on those vital years when he went to the academy. While Maxwell decided he too, was going to join the military, getting into West Point (something that surprised the whole family when he applied), Jasper was going to NYU to major in music (also something that surprised the whole family).

“Missed you bro,” Maxwell nodded, pulling away from him.

“Missed you too,” Alex said, “And you,” He looked at Jasper, “Looking like fucking Fabio.”

Jasper chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Someone had to live the California lifestyle.”

“Get over here,” Alex chuckled, pulling him into a hug too, “How are you guys? Doing. . . okay?”

The twins looked at each other, it was a loaded question with about ten different answers they could give. The easy answer was to say “yes, we’re fine,” but they knew that would be a lie. Instead, they both just shrugged, grabbing plastic bags from the ground and beginning to put them away. Alex shot his sister a look, who also just shrugged. She knew them better than he did, having stayed in San Diego for college, completing ROTC before going to flight school and becoming a pilot herself. As much as Alex envied his sister for living the dream that he wanted, he was mighty proud of her. Only a handful of women were pilots in the Navy, and an even smaller number were TopGun pilots.

“I’m making spaghetti,” Ella said, trying to cut the tension in the kitchen, “Should be ready soon. Anyone heard from Dad? Eli?”

“Eli said he’s staying at Aunt Val’s for dinner, but will be home for dessert,” Jasper chimed in, “You did make dessert, didn’t you?”

“The fuck I look like?” Ella sassed, “Betty Crocker?”

“Mom would’ve made dessert,” Maxwell said.

And just like that, the tension filled the kitchen once again. Ella looked around, trying to fight back the burning sensation of tears in her eyes. She was yet to cry, and she told herself she wasn’t going to start crying over a comment about dessert. She sniffled, blinking back tears as she looked up at the ceiling, seeing that there was still a crack in the foundation that her dad was supposed to fix years ago.

“You’re right,” Ella nodded, “And she would’ve let us take turns having a spoon of batter.” Ella clapped her hands, “Alright, pretty sure I wrote down the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Help me get them started?” She looked at her three brothers, who all nodded and helped her find the items.

— — —

“I know they’ve got plenty of young blood left in them”

It was dark by the time Jake had returned back to the house. This day had been more exhausting than the past three had been. Who knew there were so many details to decide on for a funeral? Jake was thankful that he had sat down and gone through all that so many, many years ago, putting it all in a manila envelope he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. He was slightly pissed that she had never thought of doing that, but then again, no one expected to one day just die before their life was truly over.

Jake was surprised when he opened his front door to be met with the sound of laughter and soft music in the background. His house had been quiet for so many days that he had somewhat started to get used to it. He tossed his keys in the bowl by the front door and toed off his shoes, before making his way to the kitchen where he was met with the sight of his five children, all sitting around the table, all laughing.

“Oh my god,” Eli shook his head, tears in his eyes, “I don’t remember that at all.”

“Oh I do,” Alex said, “I thought Mom was going to ground my ass for days. I did everything I could to glue Bucky’s urn back together.”

The whole table burst back out into laughter, not a single one of them paying attention to their dad in the doorway. It felt like old times, and for the first time in a week, Jake felt like his heart was beating in his chest again. There was warmth in the house that he once considered his home.

“Hey dad,” Ella said, tipping her wine glass to him, “Alex was just telling us about how he and Eli decided to play football in the house and broke Bucky’s urn.”

“It wasn’t me! It was Maxwell!” Alex pleaded, “I was just supposed to be babysitting.”

Jake chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. Y/N had been in near tears when she came home to her eldest son sweeping up the ashes of their beloved family pet. Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing over the phone as she tried to explain.

“Surprisingly, that’s not the worst phone call I got while at work,” Jake sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to his daughter.

“Oh yeah?” Eli challenged, “What was the worst?”

“Rooster Bradshaw telling me that my wife had my son on our bedroom floor.”

— — —

“So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall”

Jake hated packing.

Over the course of his military career, he had packed up and moved with a moment's notice. Before he had met Y/N, all his personal belongings had been what the Navy had issued him, plus a handful of civilian clothes and things to go out in. It was easier that way, to shove all his stuff into those navy blue duffle bags and leave for his next assignment. But Y/N had changed all that the moment she came into his life.

He had never felt like he could settle down, that he could actually put things on his walls, and buy furniture and have an actual house that was a home, and not the standard issued living quarters the Navy had. When he had asked Y/N to move in with him, the first thing she showed up with was a welcome mat to place in front of the door. Jake could remember smiling so big, his cheeks hurt, before handing her his credit card and telling her, “make this place your home.”

Now, Jake sat in their bedroom, a cardboard box at his feet as he wondered where to start cleaning. He had decided last night that he was going to sell the house. It didn’t feel the same knowing that his wife wasn’t going to walk through the door anymore or spend hours upon hours in the backyard building the garden of her dreams. Their children were all scattered across the country, Ella and Alex in Northern California, Eli in the midwest, and the Twins on the East Coast. Sure, the kids were upset when Jake had told them that he was selling their family home, but they knew it was for the best. Alex had immediately opened his doors for his dad to come live with him.

Jake sighed, shaking his head and standing up from the bed. The bedroom was going to be a job for another day.

Jake walked downstairs, where his kids were busy making piles of things to keep and things to give away. He smiled as he watched them reminisce about different items they found; pictures of them as kids, old sports trophies, art projects that hung on the fridge.

“Hey, who is gonna get the door?” Jasper asked, as he was wearing an old baseball team hat.

“Oh shit yeah,” Maxwell nodded, “What are we going to do with the door?”

Alex shrugged, “It's part of the house.”

“Yeah but, it’s the door,” Jasper whispered, “We all got measured on the door. Hell, even Bucky and Steve got measured on the door.”

A pang of sadness hit Jake as he looked toward the front closet door. Jake could remember holding a very small, toddler Alex against the door as Y/N marked his height on his first birthday. It had been a tradition ever since then, each Seresin child (both human and furbaby) got measured on their birthday against the door. Jake didn’t say anything as he walked into the garage, grabbing his tool kit. His kids all stared at him as he walked in, opening the closet door and began taking it off the hinges.

“Dad. . .” Ella called out to him, but the look on his face told them he was determined to get this door off the hinges. Alex stood up from his spot on the floor, going to Jake and helping him. Once the door was off, Alex leaned it against the wall, tears in his eyes.

“So,” Jake huffed a breath, looking over at his kids, “Ella, there was no way you were four-one on your eighth birthday.”

Ella ended up taking the door home.

— — —

“If you could see ‘em now, you’d be proud.”

Ella couldn’t remember the last time she had dug her dress blues out of her closet. It had to have been for her Uncle Mav’s funeral years ago. She wasn’t shocked to see them outdated, with her old rank and ribbons still on them. She hated wearing her dress blues. Nothing good ever came from wearing dress blues.

It wasn’t very often that civilian funerals got honored this way. But when your aunt is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, some calls get made. The moment Grace “Dragon” Bradshaw got the call about Y/N Seresin, she was pulling out all the stops she could. Dragon had called Jake, telling him that she was sending a unit to stand by Y/N’s body, until she could be moved to the funeral home. It was the least she could do, given all Y/N has done over the years. Sure, being a naval aviator was hard work; flying missions at top speed, spending months at a time in the middle of the ocean, working your body to its physical and mental limits, wondering if you are going to make it home alive. But being the one at home, having to take care of the kids and the house and the animals and everything else, was also hard.

How Y/N did it, was beyond Dragon’s knowledge. Raising five kids while Jake was gone for extended periods of time. Dragon could remember the first time she had to deploy, leaving behind her husband and son, Cash, she thought she wasn’t going to make it through. Dragon had called Bradley in tears, totally ignoring the time difference, begging to see her son. It was even harder for Dragon after the birth of her daughter, Noa.

Jake sat on his bed, his hat in his hands. His thumb rubbed along the worn edge, trying to find the strength to put it on and go down stairs. He was thankful that Dragon had gotten this honor for his wife, knowing the sacrifices she had made during his time in the Navy. He never imagined that there would come a day, him still in the Navy and Y/N not here. Every plan that they ever had, the things they had dreamed about doing once the ink dried on his retirement papers.

“I want to get one of those pull-behind campers,” Y/N said as they looked up at the stars one night, “My parents did about a month-long camping trip when dad retired. I want to do that.”

“Sweets, we can do anything you want,” Jake said, looking at her like she had hung the moon. It took a strong woman to stand next to a military man, and an even stronger woman to have a family with him. If a month-long camping trip to the middle of nowhere was what she wanted, then that’s what she was going to get, “I’ve never been up to Yellowstone, or the Grand Canyon.”

“You’ve never been to the Grand Canyon!” Y/N gasped, looking over at him.

“No,” Jake shook his head, “We were going to go but we got called out.”

Y/N sighed, looking down at her hands. There were a lot of trips that they never got to go on because of Jake’s job. She hated it, but would never admit it outloud, how many things Jake had missed over the years because of the Navy. The births, the birthdays, the first steps, the first days of school, the vacations, the first dances, the first breakups, the college acceptance letters. Jake knew that she had a small resentment for what he did, it was normal, but she never held it over his head.

“Well, it’s not that cool,” Y/N said, trying to play off her sadness, “It’s like a giant red hole in the earth. And the kids really didn’t like it. Eli cried the whole time and Ella scraped her knee falling in the parking lot. Totally skippable.”

Jake gave her a small smile, reaching over and grabbing her hand, “Totally.”

Standing up from the bed, Jake ran his fingers through his graying blonde hair. He remembers joking with Y/N, shortly before her death, that he was happy he was going gray and not losing his hair. But he wouldn’t be surprised if he was going to lose it now, after the past couple of weeks he’s gone through. Jake walked down the stairs, pausing at the sight of his five kids, all of them in various different military dress uniforms, Alex and Ella both in their Navy dress blues, Eli in his Army pinks and greens, and then the twins in their very best black suits with lavender ties (Y/N’s favorite colors).

“Oh Sweets,” Jake whispered, “You would be so proud of them.”

And Y/N was beyond proud of her kids. She had jokingly gotten those car decals that say “Proud Military Mom” and “My Daughter is in the Navy!”, putting each of them in the fridge. The kids hated them, blushing in embarrassment every time someone would point them out, but Y/N was so proud of them. She even managed to find a “My Son is going to NYU!” sticker for Jasper.

“Dad, are you ready?” Maxwell asked, looking up at his father. Out of all the kids, Maxwell turned out looking the most like his mother.

Jake just nodded, walking the rest of the way down the steps and towards the garage. The kids all looked at each other, before following him out. Jake decided to ride to the funeral with Ella and Maxwell. Piper Trace, Natasha and Luke’s daughter, and Alex’s wife, had come down yesterday with their daughter, Billie, the other day. Though Jake loved his grandchild, he just couldn’t muster up the energy to keep up with her. Eli and Stella rode in another car with Jasper.

“Your funeral was beautiful. I bet God heard you coming.”

The funeral was exactly how Jake had planned it, or slightly planned it. He doesn’t remember much about sitting in the funeral director’s office, trying to make decisions on things like what color casket and flower arrangements and songs to play. But everything was perfect, from the flower arrangements to the eulogies the kids gave. When it was Jake’s turn to speak, he removed his hat, placing it gently on the head of the casket.

“I’m not sure if I can find the right words to say,” Jake started, looking at the large portrait of his wife, “There’s no right words to explain what it feels like to lose the love of your life. Though we’ve been together for half the time we’ve been alive. . . it still feels like we didn’t get enough time. And some days, I’m not sure if I can live without her.”

It felt like a constant battle for Jake. Getting up every morning and looking over, finding her spot on the bed still made. Seeing her clothes still hung up and put away. Sitting on the couch, waiting for her to walk in with her hands full of either flowers or floral magazines having to get things ready at the shop, or hustling in to grab a quick bite of dinner before dashing off to whatever child’s event she had to go to. There were days, where Jake felt like he was so in the dark, that he would never see the light. That was, until his kids came around.

Jake’s eyes shifted to his kids, who all sat in the front row, their partners and children sitting behind them, “Your mother was perfect. In every single thing she did. She was perfect. She would lie and say ‘I’m not perfect’, but she was. There will never, ever, be another person like her. And I’m so lucky that she took a chance on me. Even when I messed it all up, she still took a chance on me. There’s going to be a hole in my heart, for the rest of my life.”

When the funeral was over, the family had a small, private burial. Jake picked a plot that was near Nick Bradshaw, Maverick and Iceman’s plots. Y/N only knew two of the three men, but it still felt right burying her near there. It felt like family, it felt familiar, it felt like the right pieces to the puzzle, putting her there. Each of the five seresin kids sprinkled a bit of dirt on the dark mahogany casket, as it was lowered into the ground. Ella had tried to get her dad to leave, but Jake wanted to stay until the very last moment.

“Dad,” Ella said softly, placing her hand on his bicep as the groundskeeper started to lower the vault lid, “Come on, Aunt Bea and Uncle Bob are hosting the luncheon.”

Jake shook his head, “I can’t leave her here like this.” Jake hated thinking about it, but he wanted to make sure that Y/N’s body was left alone, that she was buried and entered in peace, not having been tampered with. Ella frowned at her dad, leaving his side and getting into her car, her feet aching in her dress shoes. Once the dirt had been packed on top of the grave, Jake turned and got into his daughter’s car.

He was thankful that Bob and Bea decided to host the after funeral meal at their house and not his own. Jake had stayed for a little bit, catching up with old coworkers and friends. He didn’t really have much to say to them, other than he was thankful that they came to the funeral. Jake never realized the amount of people that Y/N had met over the years or had created some impact on. People from Lemoore, Pensacola, Hawai’i, and even from overseas had flown in when they heard what had happened.

“I’m going to go home,” Jake said to Alex, whose arm was wrapped around his heavily pregnant wife. It was like deja vu, watching Alex and Piper interact.

“Okay,” Alex nodded, “Do you need me to drive you?”

“No,” Jake shook his head, looking around at the people at the table. It was truly like a blast from the past. All at the table sat a kid from every dagger squad member; Alex Seresin, Stella Machado, Cash Bradshaw, Piper Trace, Josephine Floyd, Mickey Jr Garcia, and Jordan Fitch. It filled Jake’s heart with joy, knowing that the next generation was as close as he is to his friends.

“Ella said I can take her car,” Jake said, “Stay here with them. You guys don’t see each other enough anymore.”

Alex nodded, looking back at the group of kids he grew up with, “Yeah. We’ll be home soon to put Billie to bed.”

“Take your time,” Jake said, patting his son’s shoulder, before leaving.

It was only three weeks later that Alex found himself pulling up to his parents house. The same familiar feeling of dread filling his body as he put his car in park and grabbed his duffle bag out of the back. Ella, of course, was already there, trying to make the best of a sad situation. Just as before, the house felt cold and unwelcoming as Alex kicked his shoes off, by his sister’s misplaced ones.

“Ella?” Alex called out.

“In here!” She called back from the kitchen. Alex stopped in the doorway, giving his sister a sad smile, “Didn’t think we’d all be back so soon.”

“Neither did I,” Alex sighed and wrapped his sister up in a tight hug.

It was a lie, Alex knew the last time he saw his dad, that it wasn’t going to be a long time until they were all called back here. Alex felt a tad guilty, the morning that he left, with a box full of stuff from the house, his wife and child in tow, watching his dad’s retreating figure out the rearview window. He wished he would have stayed. He wished that he would have convinced Jake to come up to Lemoore with him. To get some time away from the house, away from the memory of the love he had lost. Jake was stubborn, giving his son the promise to visit soon for the birth of his next grandbaby. But instead, Alex got another tearful call from his sister, begging him to come back home.

“He said he couldn't live without her.”

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pupsmailbox · 7 months ago

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MUSIC ID PACK

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falling-star-cygnus · 3 months ago

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...i've gotten four asks about this sorta thing -> which i'm super grateful for!! thank y'all so much for wanting to see more of my writing!!

i've just sort of been putting these specific ones off until i felt i could adequately display it and even now I feel iffy about the characterization, but I really didn't want to seem like i ignoring y'all either :( -> Masterlist

i have some semblance of a plot now, so... i sincerely hope you all enjoy? this might be the push i need to get out of my funk, and i put in the very best effort for all of you!!

"You were a WHAT?"

"Is now really the time to be surprised!?"

The Ethereal- they kinda looked like one the Ballerina Twins actually, if the Ballerina Twins had galactic glitchy orbs for heads and rainbow glowy nervous systems- warbles at them impatiently. Anby's barely keeping them at bay with her sword.

It's practically a toothpick compared to the giant weapon Thanatos was wielding... They raise their shield-

Billy fires.

It doesn't land, of course it doesn't, but the smaller Demara doesn't get bludgeoned either so the android counts it as a win.

Especially when the bullet ricochets off the sign previously behind the larger than necessary Ethereal and back towards him. Billy tilts his head left just in time to miss it, and pivots on his heel when Thanatos shrieks and flails back. Bullseye.

"It's showtime!" he announces, and lines The Girls up somewhere where their jaw would be. Only about six of the bullets- 12 in total, the android was counting- actually hit before they teleport away again.

Billy reloads.

None of them, except the Boss, used the right typing to properly take Thanatos on.. but there was little to be done until they could carve an escape route out.

The Hares' ready their weapons, turning in slow circles as they wait for Thanatos to appear again. Were they gone..? He knew better than to assume they were, of course, but-

"Billy- behind you!" Nekomata points; he whirls around.

And takes a blade to the head.

There's not much to say for this part, aside from pointing out how cliche and underhanded it was to get him from behind like this, but bits and pieces float around to the surface with just enough clarity to be worth mentioning.

The pavement cracking under the android's weight.

Sparks fluttering out of the cleaved out gash.

Thin oil leaking out of his head like a halo.

Isolation.

Billy stands in the inky abyss of his own mind. His memories- his memories of the Hares'- play out before him like a movie: braiding Anby's hair, putting Nicole's into pigtails, napping in the sun with Nekomata on his chest, warmth-

Fighting as a team, Anby helping him up, Nicole calling his name, the restaurant they all went to after successful raids, fighting alone, Being alone in that truck bed, sand clogging up his joints.

Chill.

The memories fade away, leaving the android with the stilted thought of:

Don't- take them.. from me.

Nothing.

Billy Kid wakes up, and points the nearest weapon- a gun, by the feel of it- at their forehead. The hands reaching for him still, too pale to be anybody from the Sons.

Calloused enough to be Caesar's, though, so they must be some form of blade user. Electric, if the Lichtenburg scars on their finger tips have any weight to them.

The android sits up, ignoring the stab of pain behind his right video processer. He could deal with that later, after figuring out where the actual hell he was. And dealing with whoever it was that moved him.

They're small, surprisingly so, but Lucy and Piper were also small so that didn't exactly mean anything of value. Brilliant white hair, amber eyes, and green and black tech wear.

And a backpack packed with enough thrumming energy to kill the Dead-End Butcher.

Definitely a threat.

Billy Kid doesn't lower the gun, even as he's sure the human's fleshy arms were getting tired of being raised. Or maybe they weren't. He knows their type, he's cut from the same cloth himself.

A weapon.

"Billy, d-"

"How do you know my name," he interrupts, praying to a god he didn't believe in that he wouldn't have to shoot someone so small, "and why are you only using part of it."

He was Billy Kid, the feared enforcer of the outer ring. The only people that occasionally just called him Billy were the other Sons of Calydon. Not strangers.

"We work together," his potential captor calmly says, lowering their hands by their sides, "We're friends. Partners in crime."

"The hell we are."

"We are," they insist.

He doesn't buy it. Billy Kid didn't have friends, he was an android. A weapon and tool for whoever his boss was. Big Sis, the drifters, whoever had him before that.

He cared about them all, more than he should considering what he was made for, but he wasn't built to receive that kind of care in return. Pain spikes behind his processer again, and his free hand instinctively moves to grasp at it.

The stranger jolts forward as the gun dips.

Billy Kid shoots on instinct, even as something like worry[?] coils the wires in his lower torso too tight. There's a click, but in the end nothing but dry fire. And relief[?]

Billy Kid curses at the opening he's provided, and braces himself for the inevitable attack. He doesn't know where the other gun was- because there had to be one, Burnice only ever made things in pairs- and..

Why did he assume Burnice made these...?

Small hands, calloused and scarred, gently- why was he being treated gently- bat his hand away from his video processor. The empty gun is sandwiched between them.

More carefully than he deserves for shooting at them, the stranger inspects something on his face, and the android swings his lanky legs over the side of- it looks like a cot[?] to make it easier for them.

"You took a bad hit to the head," they inform his forehead, only pulling away when Billy Kid starts to get twitchy at the proximity, "an Ionized - Thanatos. It most likely messed with your memory bank."

"Sounds convenient," he scoffs, lowering the gun to his side, "Most likely messed with my memory bank?"

"It definitely did, we were friends," the stranger presses, strangely insistent, "What's the last thing you remember?"

They take off their backpack as the android thinks back on it. Whether to prove they weren't a threat or gain his trust to attack later, he wasn't sure.

What he was sure of was the fact that the harder he thought about it the harder his head pounded. Everything dating up to the past year and six months was just- blank. Corrupted files that spat static and made him want to lie down for a while.

More than that, he felt... lonely, for some reason. Like a big chunk had been carved from his sternum and left to burn in front of him.

"Billy?"

"I don't remember you."

And oh. He'd take it right back if it meant that look never crossed their face again.

It's barely there for a second, but it's a look of pure hurt. Hurt that makes something close to guilt roar where his mechanical heart sat. He never wanted this stranger to look at him like that again.

He never wanted anyone to look at him like that, to be honest. Fighting was fun- it was what he was built for- and the thrill was something that almost nothing could replicate- but...

Flashes- memories- of Lucy and Piper flit through his head, images and phantoms of them tucked into his sides on warm days and colder nights. A rough hand carding through his hair.

...being sent.. off?

“I’m-”

The door cuts him off with a bang!

"What's taking so long!? Is he ok?"

"Nicole! Anby told us to wait-"

Long pink hair and calculating green eyes bully their way into the room. Something in his programming wants to stand at attention all of a sudden...

The stranger- the white-haired stranger, because now there were three- moves away from the confused android. It looks like they want to say something but apparently thinks better of it and turns towards Billy Kid.

"I don't think I should be the one to say it," they- the thiren said her name was Anby[?]- announce, with all the enthusiasm of a dry rock. Which seems to be her MO, endearingly enough. Endearingly?

The pink haired- Nicole puts her hands on her hips.

"Say what?" she demands, before turning her critical gaze onto the android, "Are you ok or not, Billy?"

Again, shortening my name... Who are these people?

"All systems are operational," he reports anyway, because despite her brash words she sounds worried, "Except my memory banks, apparently."

Side-eye.

Anby's nose just barely scrunches at his tone.

"What do you mean your memory banks?" Nicole prompts, gaze flicking between the two.

"He doesn't remember us."

The Cunning Hares freeze. Silence rules the small space they've tucked themselves into- which... kinda looks like a garage? A nice garage compared to whatever you'd find in the Outer Ring.

Much too nice to be anywhere close to the Outer Ring.

"Where did you take me?"

Nobody answers for a good while.

Until the thiren lets slip:

"...it's so weird to hear you talk like that.."

She shudders from her fluffy ears tips to the sleek finishes of her tails. Were they prosthetics? Why were they blue at the at the base-?

What was wrong with the way he talked?

And why didn't she answer his question-

"Not- not in a bad way!" the thiren is hasty to tack on, "you just... you don't sound happy anymore.."

...happy? He wasn't built to sound happy. He wasn't even supposed to talk much outside status reports and communications. Although- sure, the android often broke that somewhat unspoken rule when Piper and Lucy needed a bit more help to drift off at night, or when Burnice needed someone to bounce a new design off of, or if Lighter was talking about something that happened while he was out in shops, or-

...you got the idea. Caesar hadn't explicitly banned him from talking with the other Sons, not by a long shot, he just- didn't want to push it.

The silence surrounding the ragtag four stretches into something distinctly uncomfortable.

"That.. aside," Nicole- who he assumes is the Boss- eventually starts, "We.. ahem. We got your wound patched up just fine, but... we ended up needing some help to get you back here."

Billy Kid tilts his head.

It made sense, of course, he was an android made of reinforced metal. And while he didn't doubt the strength of these people- especially Anby- he had an itching feeling that their strength was.... not particularly rooted in the weight-lifting sense.

So who-?

"Well. This isn't exactly the reunion I was hoping for."

....there was no way.

Caesar, the Big Sis of the Sons of Calydon herself, walks through the- admittedly abused looking door. Billy Kid shoots to his feet.

And severely underestimates the refractory period required following the repair of a head wound. He stumbles.

A sturdy arm catches his middle with ease.

"Easy, Kid," Caesar reprimands, hauling him back to his feet, "There's no reason to do that, I'm not your boss anymore."

Her words are oddly quiet, as if the other three in the room weren't supposed to hear. Big Sis had always been good at that. Quietly being reassuring without being coddling.

That achingly hollow feeling returns.

From behind Caesar's large frame, he can see the Hares' lower their hands slowly. Their faces are oddly stormy..

Anby bullies her way between them.

"Quite the team you've found yourself, by the way," Caesar continues as if she hadn't, "I'd ask you to fill me in, but.."

...right. Her pale eyes lock onto his, and-

She gives him a single nod of approval. Something loosens in his wiring.

"You'll be alright, Kid."

"Of course he will." Anby cuts in, squaring her small shoulders, "Even if we have to remake all the memories he lost, Billy will always be a member of the Cunning Hares."

And-

Billy finally believes it.

#you can also pry Lichtenburg Anby out of my dead hands actually #I'M BACK Y'ALL #zenless zone zero #zzzero #zzz #zzz fanfic #cunning hares #sons of calydon #billy kid #zzz billy #billy kid zzz #zzz nicole #nicole demara #anby demara #nekomiya mana #caesar king #burnice white #luciana de montefio #piper wheel

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psychic-refugee · 5 months ago

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My original theory for S2 and the Stalker has completely been obliterated, and honestly from all the new big names attached to it, and the smaller names, it’s a lot to fit in only 8 episodes.

The cast is very crowded for an 8-episode season. With limited time and “space” in the story, I feel like with Wednesday the only common thread and obviously will be in every episode, and Ortega herself saying each episode will feel like its own movie, I feel like most of the actors will actually only get one episode.

There’s also some indication that some of the students have already wrapped up their filming (specifically Joy Sunday via IG posts who is a top billed star), which is very short to me if true and insinuates to me that only one or two episode will be at the school. Which also supports the other rumours that the Addams estate will be heavily featured.

I would like it if some of the students got a significant B plot to explore their characters more throughout the season, but I don’t have confidence in the writers to explore anyone but Wednesday. So far, every other character is just a prop for her.

My new theory is that the season will start at the Addams estate. Maybe a funeral to intro many new Addamses. Then each subsequent episode will have her deal with different Addamses and the family lore.

She’s also supposed to be on a break, so starting at the Addams estate makes sense to me.

In no particular order, but what I think will be included in episodes:

1: We see Wednesday’s home life and more interaction and possible backstory to her friction with Morticia. This will include Morticia, Gomez, Pugsly, and Grandmama. I don’t think Pubert exists in this universe.

2: Uncle Fester centered episode which will also serve as a backdoor pilot to his spinoff.

3-6: She visits with various Addamses, really expanding the Wednesday universe, each with their own issues she has to figure out. So, each episode is more or less a procedural, horror mystery/ “Outcast of the week” This will include Noah Taylor, Billie Piper, Christopher Lloyd, Francis O’Connor, Haley Joel Osmet, Heather Matarazzo, Joonas Suotamo.

Besides just having something to do over break, perhaps Wednesday visits family to test the stalker’s reach, who is still sending her proof of being stalked. When back at Nevermore, she finally figures out who the stalker is because she has eliminated who it couldn’t be based on how they’re able to stalk her from family member to family member and then back to Nevermore.

7-8: Break is over and they’re back at Nevermore. Enid will heavily be featured to talk about her status as a transformed wolf within her pack. Maybe talk about some issues with Ajax because he’s not a werewolf and now she has more options within the Werewolf community. We’ll also see what happened to Tyler and Sheriff Galpin. And it’ll introduce the new faculty at Nevermore.

Maybe Tyler confronts his dad about what he knew about his wife being a Hyde, if anything, and what it means to have a half-outcast child. Galpin will talk his son into accepting his responsibility in what happened, and Tyler voluntarily turns himself in and Thandiwe Newton is his new therapist, perhaps at the same insane asylum his mother.

Wednesday visits him before he’s on a long absence to get his powers and mental health in order. They make peace.

New students Evie Templeton and Owen Painter will feature. I wonder if Owen will be Enid’s triangle love interest, as he has dark, pale features like Ajax. Perhaps she has a type. lol

Xavier, Divina, Kent, and Yoko’s absence will be explained that their families feel that Nevermore has gone downhill and they are pulled from the school to attend an alternative Outcast school.

Steve Buscemi as the new Headmaster will do something to spring into the 3rd season and we’re left with a question about something. lol

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mizgnomer · 1 year ago

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Behind the Scenes of The Christmas Invasion (Part 38)

Excerpt from Russell T. Davies' article in the Radio Times (17-30 December 2005):

2005 turned out to be a remarkable year, even for a Time Lord. Way back in January, the production team was cowering in the caves of BBC Wales, dreading a big, loud, public failure. It seemed like some grand folly - an old, dead sci-fi show, revived in primetime? Madness! I had my bags packed and a one-way ticket to Albuquerque in my fist, ready to flee. But to everyone's surprise, people seemed to welcome back that rarest of things, a genuine TV hero. The Tardis came home. Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper burnt their way across the screen, reinventing the concept of Doctor and companion. Best of all, we attracted an audience of children. As a result of all this, I got my Christmas present early - a commission for a brand-new, 60-minute Doctor Who special. It took zero-point-six seconds to think of the title, The Christmas Invasion. Those three words just sum up the whole thrill of Doctor Who - the familiar and the dangerous jammed together to make something new. [...] I wanted a proper adventure, and a proper threat on a worldwide scale, with added danger, laughs, and heartbreak - because this is also the advent of a brand-new Doctor. With David Tennant now at the helm of the Tardis, bringing a wholly different dynamic to the show, we decided to make the story even more epic. For the cast and crew, Christmas came in July. Which meant that our production base, Cardiff, had no choice but to join in. They're used to us now in old Caerdydd. They barely blinked as we decked the city centre with tinsel, and then, in true Doctor Who style, blew it all up. Passers-by smiled and trudged happily through the fake snow. And here's a funny thing - people see snow and think it's cold, even in summer. They shiver and stamp their feet! I wanted to tell them it was fake, that the show was made of paper - except I was too busy flapping my arms to keep warm!

For more, see [ part one ] of the Christmas Invasion Behind-the-scenes posts (although [ part two ] appears to be the most popular one in this set…), or click the [ #whoBtsCi ] tag or the full episode list [ here ]

#david tennant #billie piper #rtdedit #doctor who #christmas invasion #my brain does not accept how long ago this is now #look at those two lovely babies #cuties #stuff i posted #whoBts #whoBtsCi

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cramathonn · 3 months ago

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Masterpost

Status: CLOSED!

Hello, dear stranger on Tumblr. You may call me Cramathonn or Cram. I am just a silly guy who wants to write about his favorite characters casually, accepting requests every now and again. I prefer to be referred to with he/they/it pronouns, eventually the neos bomb/bombself.

Instead of sharing the fandoms of which I will most likely write/yap about, I will share the characters in specific, for I find it easier and less stressful for myself. That way, I won't feel obligated to write for charactes I'm not that interested in.

I will write for gender neutral and male readers only. However, when requesting nsfw scenarios, please do specify if the reader is afab or amab, solely for clarification and to make my writing experience easier. If not specified, I shall try my utmost to make it as generalized as possible.

However, if you desire to see some of my art, please go back to the main blog, @cram-cram ! I have recently wiped its history so uhhh yeah. An archive blog is tagged on the intro post if you wanna see my old stuff tho!

Without further ado, back to this blog and the info about what I write:

Green means go

★Fluff, angst and NSFW are all game

★Gore is on the table (be aware for my gore writing is VERY explicit)

★In NSFW content, majority of kinks are ok, the ones I won't do will be specified later

★Platonic and romantic scenarios

★Poly relationships!

★Monster x human

★Heavy subjects such as abuse and mental health (all with their due care and respect)

Red means stop

† Dubcon and noncon are a no go

† Watersports and age regression are a red in NSFW (if more surface, they will be added here)

† Very big age gaps! No thank you!

† Incest (not even stepcest)

† Character x character (more of a "don't feel like it" type of thing)

As for writing styles, you might get a drabble, a headcanon or a one shot. It all depends on my mood and how packed that week/day is for me. Please be aware that I am a college student and have a job, so I will be very very slow with publishing stuff.

Sensitive subjects will be properly tagged, so please pay attention as to not trigger yourself.

Now, finally, the list of characters I am currently obsessed with and desperately want to write about/read about. The sources to which they belong to will be in parentheses.

The menu

Billy Kid (ZZZ)

Anton Ivanov (ZZZ)

Grace Howard (ZZZ)

Alexandrina Sebastiane (ZZZ)

Seth Lowell (ZZZ)

Qingyi (ZZZ)

Piper (ZZZ)

Pompey (ZZZ)

Lighter (ZZZ)

Kafka Hibino (KN8)

Reno Ichikawa (KN8)

Iharu Furuhashi (KN8)

Meursault (Limbus Company)

Heathcliff (Limbus Company)

Gregor (Limbus Company)

Rodion (Limbus Company)

Outis (Limbus Company)

Welt Yang (HSR)

Kafka (HSR)

Gallagher (HSR)

Kuro Kiryu (ES)

Rinne Amagi (ES)

Scar (Wuthering Waves)

Yuanwu (Wuthering Waves)

Yinlin (Wuthering Waves)

Please keep in mind that I haven't met Yuanwu in the story yet and that I haven't finished the main story of Wuthering Waves! So those two characters are the ones I am least familiar with.

These are the characters for now. This list will be constantly updated, with additions and removals always being a possibility, so please do keep an eye out! If you want to check if I write for a character, don't be afraid to ask! I tend to be rather forgetful, so ask away.

If you simply want my take on a headcanon you have about one of the aforementioned characters, please do send them! I love debating about headcanons and sharing my thoughts (I am a yapper at heart)

There will be no masterlist! However, the posts will be tagged by fandom, characters and writing style. So, if you came looking for specifics, clicking on my profile and using the desired tag should filter everything properly!

As to differ random yaps from requests, here are the following tags you should look for:

#yappingdemon → for headcanon debates and just me being absolutely deranged/insane about something (mainly a character or game)

#storytellerdemon → for actual writing, be it headcanons, scenarios, drabbles or oneshots

This masterpost will be tagged as both yappingdemon and storytellerdemon, to mark the beginning of both categories in the blog.

Thank you for your attention and for considering requesting from this blog in the first place! Yapping request shall always be open, however request status will be updated both here and in random posts, so please do keep an eye out.

I wish you a pleasant timezone

- Anxious Demon

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denimbex1986 · 11 months ago

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'Saving Kylie Minogue from a bridge was not in Colum Sanson-Regan's plans when he turned up as a Doctor Who extra.

But David Tennant was not around, so someone had to do it, and producers thought Colum looked like the doctor.

"I've saved Kylie, flown the Tardis, held the screwdriver and had Billie Piper look deep into my eyes and tell me how much she loved me," joked Colum.

"I asked the producer 'Why am I putting on the doctor's suit? They replied 'Well, David Tennant isn't in'.

Now a father of two, Colum was earning some extra cash before his first child was born.

"I didn't know what was going on," recalled Colum of when he arrived on the set but was ushered past the "cold bus" where the extras usually hang around and was shown to a posh trailer.

The 10th Doctor had to leave the set for the 2007 Christmas special Voyage of the Damned, and producers needed a Tennant-alike for some extra shots showing his back.

So they improvised and Colum, then 31, stepped in to the suit synonymous with the Doctor since the world's longest running sci-fi TV show rebooted on the BBC in 2005.

Colum, now 46, had been asked by producers to be on set early but he had no inkling that his time (lord) had come.

"All of a sudden I was standing with the suit there, and I was handed a script and told 'You're gonna need this'," recalled Colum. "I was thinking pinch me, what's going on?

"Then I went for a haircut and a little Australian lady passed me dressed in a French maid outfit and said hello. I did a double take and realised I was there with Kylie Minogue."

The Australian singer and actor was a Doctor Who superfan and had asked for a part, which was humanoid waitress Astrid Peth, a one-off companion of the doctor.

"I was a bit star struck, for sure," he admitted.

His first work in Voyage of the Damned - where a starship replica of the Titanic is on collision course with Earth - was an action-packed scene where killer robot angels launched a deadly attack.

"There was a bridge, and the killer robot angels were trying to shoot, so I had to stop Kylie from falling over," recalled Colum.

"I had to hang on to her and pull her back from a precipice. That was the first thing I had to do in the morning."

The author and musician had a gig with his band that weekend in Leicester. As Kylie almost sang, he couldn't get it out of his head that he had worked with her - and we should all be so lucky.

"We got in the car and I said to my bandmates, guess who I've been working with this week?" said Colum, who lives near Cardiff.

"We'd been driving for almost two hours and had nearly hit Birmingham and they still hadn't guessed. I had to tell them! They're like 'absolutely no way'. It was so bizarre."

To Colum's pleasant surprise, producers were so happy with his work and lookalike skills, they asked him to play the Doctor again in the 2008 episode Journey's End - this time as his clone in the final episode of the fourth series.

That meant he had to be in the same scenes with Tennant, Billie Piper, John Barrowman and Catherine Tate, making her final appearance as a regular.

"I got to fly the Tardis in Journey's End," recalled Colum, who is originally from the Republic of Ireland.

"Everybody was gathered around the central console of the Tardis. We all had to have our hands on the machine and flying controls. Everybody was on that episode. There was a real buzz.

"I got to hold the screwdriver - they were very protective and kept taking it off me."

Colum was then involved in an emotional scene where Rose Tyler, played by Piper, had to say her final goodbyes to the doctor.

"It was an amazing and surreal experience.

"The nicest thing I have to take away was getting to work near David Tennant. I loved it. He was a thoroughly lovely, lovely guy and so professional. I think that was my favourite thing about the whole crazy time."

This weekend sees Tennant and Tate back together for Doctor Who, reprising their roles as the Doctor and Donna Noble in The Star Beast on BBC One on Saturday evening - but Colum will be back on his sofa with his family at home.

Husband to Kerry, singer and guitarist of band Goose, a creative writing lecturer and author of books like The Fly Guy, The Tall Owl and Other Stories, Colum has limited time for more extra work - especially after having his own trailer as the doctor's double.

"I'm looking forward to the show on Saturday with the return of some fantastic actors," added Colum.

"As a fan, working on the show was incredible and it's only strengthened my love for Doctor Who."'

#Doctor Who #Voyage of the Damned #60th Anniversary #Kylie Minogue #David Tennant #Billie Piper #Rose Tyler #Journey's End #Colum Sanson-Regan #Astrid Peth #John Barrowman #Jack Harkness #Catherine Tate #Donna Noble #The Fly Guy #The Tall Owl and Other Stories

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blackberrysummerblog · 2 years ago

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I’ve been SO excited to post today, because just LOOK! ☝️☝️☝️☝️Look at the absolutely gorgeous banner the amazing @larkral has made for me! I feel so legit and I’m just beside myself!

Naturally I had to make sure I wrote something to post so I could show it off, and I’m really happy with this crucible AU bit I have of Baz introducing Simon to his siblings for the first time. Hope y’all like it! Except and tags under the cut 😊:

“BAZ!!” A chorus of young voices takes up his name and I dare a peek inside the nursery. Baz is being swarmed, but he doesn’t seem overly concerned by it. Two girls who might be twins are trying to climb his legs, while a slightly older girl—nine? Ten?—pushes a fat screaming toddler into his arms. They all look exactly like Daphne, with dark brown hair and little Billie Piper mouths that barely close over their teeth. None of them has a widow’s peak like Baz’s, even though I think he got that from his father. Baz bumps his nose against the baby’s, still smiling, and leans over to the side to scoop one of the twins up onto his hip. This is...not what I expected. He doesn’t seem like the sort to be good with children, but he doesn’t even wince as two pairs of sticky hands slap across his cheeks and tangle in his hair.

“Snow, get in here with those biscuits,” he gasps, laughing. “They’re going to devour me, elsewise.”

“Biscuits!!” The older girl and the twin still on the floor pound toward me, and the two in Baz’s arms twist around until he puts the girl down. He carries the baby toward me as the others flatten me against the wall beside the door, quick hands snatching biscuits from the plate. They’d have a fair shot in the care homes, they would.

Baz’s eyes are gleaming wickedly as he takes in my alarm; he makes a sharp whistling sound that, improbably, causes the lot of his wild siblings to fall in line and stand up straight, even as they shove the last of the crumbling biscuits into their faces.

“Snow, this mob of ill-mannered monsters are my siblings.” He taps them on the head one by one. “Mordelia, Sophronia, Petra, and this fellow here is Swithin. Girls, did you not save him a biscuit?” The one he’d called Petra looks abashed and offers up a sad half-chewed biscuit that little Swithin snatches up eagerly nonetheless. Baz rolls his eyes. “Hellspawn, this unkempt gentleman is Simon Snow, my new husband. Say hello, politely.”

His impressive control over them evaporates immediately; I’m assaulted once more by greedy hands pulling at my shirt and vying for my attention, as if I could focus it anywhere else. “Basil! You didn’t tell us you got bonded at the Crucible ceremony!” the oldest girl yells.

Baz wipes at his brother’s mouth, looking bored. “Haven’t been back but a minute, have I, Mordelia? Snake’s sake, Sophie, stop yanking at him; he’s disheveled enough as it is.”

Wait a second. Unkempt? Disheveled? “Excuse you,” I begin, when suddenly a loud, gonging sound resonates through the house, drowning me out. “Doorbell?” I sputter as the girls abandon me to run squealing from the room.

Baz shakes his head sardonically. “Dinner bell, Snow. I’m sure soon enough it’ll have you drooling in response like Pavlov’s dog.”

I scowl. “Screw you. Just because I have a healthy appetite—”

“Packs of wild hyenas have healthy appetites, Snow, and better table manners to boot.”

Have an amazing Sunday, everyone!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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pinacolanagifs · 2 years ago

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Round 1 results:

These are the round 1 results for both most and least popular villager. The winners of this round will continue on to most popular, the losers go onto least popular. Remember, just because a villager lost, doesn't mean they're generally disliked! They may have just gotten stuck with a heavy hitter round 1.

Biggest sweeps (85% and over):

Woolio 96.4% / Yodel 3.6%

Lily 95.4% / Limberg 4.6%

Lucky 93.4% / Lucha 6.6%

Sherb 92.7% / Shinabiru 7.3%

Henry 92.1% / Hippeux 7.9%

Cephalobot 91.6% / Cesar 8.4%

Lopez 91.5% / Louie 8.5%

Shep 90.9% / Sheldon 9.1%

Butch 90% / Buzz 10%

Chief 89.9% / Chico 10.1%

Bea 89.5% / Barold 10.5%

Bow 89.3% / Boyd 10.7%

Rio 89.2% / Rizzo 10.8%

Tangy 88.9% / Tank 11.1%

Skye 88.7% / Simon 11.3%

Shino 88.6% / Shoukichi 11.4%

Cleo 88.3% / Clyde 11.7%

Petri 88.1% / Petunia 11.9%

Ankha 87.6% / Anicotti 12.4%

Vivian 87.6% / Vladimir 12.4%

Rolf 86.1% / Rodney 13.9%

Molly 85.7% / Monique 14.3%

Diana 85.4% / Diva 14.6%

Portia 85.4% / Prince 14.6%

Closest matches (55% and under):

Camofrog 55% / Cally 45%

Cube 54.6% / Cranston 45.4%

Curlos 54.6% / Cupcake 45.4%

Frobert 54.6% / Fruity 45.4%

Anchovy 54.4% / Angus 45.6%

Wade 55.4% / W Link 45.6%

Bella 54.2% / Becky 45.8%

Jane 54.1% / Jambette 45.9%

Annabelle 53.8% / Analog 46.2%

Drift 53.8% / Drake 46.2%

Rooney 53.8% / Rollo 46.2%

Spike 53.8% / Sparro 46.2%

Alice 53.3% / Alfonso 46.7%

Billy 52.9% / Bill 47.1%

Grizzly 52.7% / Groucho 47.3%

T-Bone 52.7% / Sylvia 47.3%

Eunice 52.3% / Eugene 47.7%

Nate 52.3% / Nibbles 47.7%

Melba 52.2% / Meow 47.8%

Big Top 52% / Biff 48%

Erik 51.8% / Étoile 48.2%

Bettina 51.4% / Bessie 48.6%

Hornsby 51.4% / Hopper 48.6%

Mint 51.4% / Midge 48.6%

Scoot 51.2% / Shari 48.8%

Ed 50.7% / Egbert 49.3%

Frita 50.7% / Friga 49.3%

Samson 50.7% / Sandy 49.3%

Clay 50.5% / Claudia 49.5%

Koharu 50.5% / Kody 49.5%

Pinky 50.2% / Piper 49.8%

Julia 50.1% / Judy 49.9% <- (look at this shit)

Middle of the pack:

Punchy 84.9% / Pudge 15.1%

Curt 84.7% / Curly 15.3%

Muffy 84.6% / Mott 15.4%

Biskit 84.1% / Bitty 15.9%

Daisy 84% / Deena 16%

Kyle 84% / Leigh 16%

Coco 83.5% / Cole 16.5%

Roscoe 82.9% / Rory 17.1%

Stitches 82.9% / Stinky 17.1%

Mitzi 82.8% / Moe 17.2%

Vesta 82.2% / Velma 17.8%

Monty 82.1% / Moose 17.9%

Gladys 81.7% / Gigi 18.3%

Opal 81.7% / Otis 18.3%

Hazel 81.6% / Hector 18.4%

Purrl 81.4% / Queenie 18.6%

Tia 81% / Tiansheng 19%

Ione 80.8% / Inkwell 19.2%

Roald 80.8% / Robin 19.2%

Flora 80.7% / Flossie 19.3%

Chrissy 80.6% / Chuck 19.4%

Ketchup 80.2% / Kevin 19.8%

Kiki 79.8% / Kit 20.2%

Sunny 79.6% / Sven 20.4%

Lulu (anteater) 79.5% / Lulu (hippo) 20.5%

Poppy 79.5% / Poncho 20.5%

Bruce 79.2% / Broffina 20.8%

Hans 79.1% / Harry 20.9%

Gayle 78.9% / Gaston 21.1%

Pashmina 78.8% / Pate 21.2%

Bunnie 78.6% / Bud 21.4%

Beau 78.5% / Beardo 21.5%

Ace 78.3% / Admiral 21.7%

Marty 78.2% / Masa 21.8%

Gwen 78.1% / Gruff 21.9%

Dotty 77.9% / Dora 22.1%

Pekoe 77.8% / Peggy 22.2%

Aisle 77.5% / Al 22.5%

Goldie 77.5% / Gloria 22.5%

Elina 77.2% / Elise 22.8%

Maple 77% / Marcel 23%

Lolly 76.5% / Lobo 23.5%

Pierce 76.3% / Pigleg 23.7%

Phoebe 76.2% / Phil 23.8%

Tiffany 76% / Tiara 24%

Fauna 75.9% / Felicity 24.1%

Carmen (rabbit) 75.6% / Carmen (mouse) 24.4%

Ruby 75.6% / Rowan 24.4%

Fang 75.4% / Faith 24.6%

Papi 75.3% / Paolo 24.7%

Hopkins 75.2% / Holden 24.8%

random break at the 75% mark because apparently there is a character limit for blocks of text

Boomer 74.8% / Boone 25.2%

Fuchsia 74.8% / Gabi 25.2%

Rosie 74.6% / Roswell 25.4%

Eloise 74.5% / Elvis 25.5%

Freya 74.4% / Frett 25.3%

Ozzie 74% / Oxford 26%

Chevre 73.9% / Chester 26.1%

Victoria 73.8% / Violet 26.2%

Stella 73.7% / Sterling 26.3%

Drago 73.6% / Dozer 26.4%

Maggie 73.2% / Mallary 26.8%

Gala 72.7% / Ganon 27.3%

Bianca 72.5% / Betty 27.5%

Belle 71.8% / Benedict 28.2%

Patty 71.8% / Patricia 28.2%

Bones 71.6% / Bonbon 28.4%

Merengue 71.5% / Merry 28.5%

Bam 71.4% / Bangle 28.6%

Hamphrey 71.4% / Hank 28.6%

Dom 71.3% / Doc 28.7%

Tammy 71.1% / Tammi 28.9%

Marcie 70.8% / Marcy 29.2%

Genji 70.7% / Gen 29.3%

Zell 70.3% / Yuka 29.7%

Cousteau 70.1% / Croque 29.9%

Teddy 70.1% / Tex 29.9%

Marina 69.7% / Margie 30.3%

Ribbot 69.7% / Rhonda 30.3%

Ellie 69.5% / Elmer 30.5%

Baabara 69.3% / Aziz 30.7%

Carrot 69.3% / Cashmere 30.7%

Claude 69.3% / Clara 30.7%

Peck 69.3% / Peewee 30.7%

Wolfgang 69.1% / Winnie 30.9%

Tucker 69% / Truffles 31%

Norma 68.9% / Nindori 31.1%

Jeremiah 68.8% / Jay 31.2%

Tutu 68.1% / Twiggy 31.9%

Flash 68.3% / Filly 31.7%

Rocco 68.3% / Rocket 31.7%

Sprinkle 68.3% / Spork/Crackle 31.7%

Zucker 68.3% / Zoe 31.7%

Ursala 67.9% / Valise 32.1%

Amelia 67.8% / Alli 32.2%

Deli 67.8% / Derwin 32.2%

Chelsea 67.6% / Charlise 32.4%

Boots 67.3% / Boris 32.7%

Cherry 67.1% / Cherri 32.9%

Cookie 67% / Colton 33%

Peaches 66.9% / Paula 33.1%

Sasha 66.9% / Savannah 33.1%

Flo 66.7% / Flip 33.3%

Freckles 66.7% / Frank 33.3%

Tom 66.5% / Toby 33.5%

Bob 66.1% / Bluebear 33.9%

Azalea 65.9% / Axel 34.1%

Caroline 65.8% / Carrie 34.2%

Tybalt 65.8% / Twirp 34.2%

Tad 65.5% / Tabby 34.5%

Agnes 65.4% / Agent S 34.6%

Cobb 65.4% / Coach 34.6%

Octavian 65.4% / Olaf 34.6%

Reneigh 65.4% / Renée 34.6%

Chow 65.2% / Chops 34.8%

Rudy 65.2% / Sally 34.8%

Maddie 64.9% / Maelle 35.1%

Chai 64.8% / Champ 35.2%

Olivia 64.8% / Olive 35.2%

Pippy 64.8% / Plucky 35.2%

Celia 64.7% / Cece 35.3%

Wendy 64.7% / Weldon 35.3%

Pango 64.6% / Pancetti 35.4%

Joe 64.5% / Jitters 35.5%

Puddles 64.3% / Puck 35.7%

Felyne 64% / Filbert 36%

Snake 64% / Sly 36%

Kid Cat 63.9% / Kidd 36.1%

Jacques 63.8% / Jacob 36.2%

Chabwick 63.6% / Chadder 36.4%

Bree 63.5% / Broccolo 36.5%

Sylvana 63.3% / Sydney 36.7%

Tipper 63% / Timbra 37%

Static 62.9% / Sprocket 37.1%

Marshal 62.8% / Marlo 37.2%

Annalisa 62.7% / Annalise 37.3%

Quetzal 62.4% / Quillson 37.6%

Nosegay 62.3% / O'Hare 37.7%

Ken 61.9% / Keaton 38.1%

Nan 61.9% / Murphy 38.1%

Tasha 61.9% / Tarou 38.1%

Rilla 61.5% / Ricky 38.5%

Julian 61.4% / June 38.6%

Knox 61.1% / Klaus 38.9%

Pecan 61.1% / Peanut 38.9%

Deirdre 60.9% / Del 39.1%

Whitney 60.6% / Willow 39.4%

Webber 60.5% / Wart Jr. 39.5%

Greeta 60.4% / Graham 39.6%

Cyd 60.4% / Cyrano 39.6%

Blanche 60.2% / Blaire 39.8%

Hugh 59.8% / Iggly 40.2%

Bertha 59.5% / Benjamin 40.5%

Dobie 59.5% / Dizzy 40.5%

Viché 59.4% / Vic 40.6%

Rex 59.2% / Rhoda 40.8%

Mac 58.9% / Madam Rosa 41.1%

Audie 58.8% / Aurora 41.2%

Apple 58.7% / Astrid 41.3%

Raymond 58.7% / Rasher 41.3%

Pietro 58.5% / Pierre 41.5%

Joey 58.3% / Jūbei 41.7%

Mathilda 58.3% / Medli 41.7%

Hamlet 58.2% / Hambo 41.8%

Bubbles 58.1% / Buck 41.9%

Penny 57.7% / Penelope 42.3%

Avery 57.5% / Ava 42.5%

Lucy 57.5% / Lyman 42.5%

Flurry 57.4% / Francine 42.6%

Kitty 57.4% / Kitt 42.6%

Huggy 57.3% / Huck 42.7%

Epona 57.2% / Emerald 42.8%

Stu 57.1% / Sue E 42.9%

Rodeo 56.9% / Rod 43.1%

Soleil 56.8% / Snooty 43.2%

Canberra 56.7% / Candi 43.3%

Kabuki 56.7% / Katt 43.3%

Walker 56.7% / Walt 43.3%

Apollo 56.4% / Antonio 43.6%

Leopold 56.4% / Leonardo 43.6%

Iggy 56.2% / Ike 43.8%

Miranda 56.2% / Mira 43.8%

Poko 56.1% / Pompom 43.9%

Raddle 56% / Quinn 44%

Megumi 55.9% / Megan 44.1%

Lionel 55.1% / Liz 44.9%

Nana 55.1% / Naomi 44.9%

#me: round 1 is almost over aaa !#me: sleeps through alarm I sent to mark it ending #it's okay I'm only two hours late

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