#c: julie kane

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Dexter: The First Season 2006

[breaniebree]

Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Fourteen:

Harry Potter (31 July 1980) GRYFFINDOR m. Ginevra Weasley (11 August 1981) GRYFFINDOR (2000):

1. James “Jamie” Sirius Potter GRYFFINDOR (5 April 2004) m. Hadley Grace Pritchard (2005) RAVENCLAW (2029): a) Rhysand James Potter (28 May 2032) GRYFFINDOR b) Emerson Fleamont Potter (11 March 2035) GRYFFINDOR c) Flynn Harry Potter (2 July 2037) GRYFFINDOR d) Grace Ginevra Potter (18 December 2040) GRYFFINDOR

2. Albus “Alby” Fleamont Potter (1 June 2006) SLYTHERIN m. Scorpius Malfoy (6 January 2006) SLYTHERIN (2031): a) Lyra Astoria Malfoy (1 June 2037) RAVENCLAW b) Celeste Ginevra Malfoy (5 March 2039) RAVENCLAW c) Archer Kai Malfoy (6 July 2044) SLYTHERIN

3) Lily Luna Potter (3 November 2007) GRYFFINDOR m. Oakley Wood (8 January 2007) GRYFFINDOR (2028): a) Nash Oliver Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR m. Nixie Sparks (2032) RAVENCLAW (2058): aa) Sirius Harry Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR bb) Remus Oakley Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR b) Noah Harry Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR  c) Magnolia “Lia” Katherine Wood (2 May 2033) RAVENCLAW d) Zinnia “Zin” Ginevra Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Zahira “Zee” Sorcha Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF

4) Cedrella “Ella” Theodora Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Spencer Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): a) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR b) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN  c) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW d) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR

5) Everett Arthur Potter (21 October 2010) RAVENCLAW m. Xara Scamander (13 September 2016) RAVENCLAW (2039): a) Hazel Ella Potter (2 September 2040) HUFFLEPUFF  b) Galina Xara Potter (28 April 2042) RAVENCLAW  c) Landon Everett Potter (19 June 2044) GRYFFINDOR d) Waverly Luna Potter (7 February 2046) RAVENCLAW

6) Genevieve “Evie” Zahira Potter (9 May 2012) HUFFLEPUFF m. Christian Lyon (2008) RAVENCLAW (2033): a) Leif Christian Lyon (1 October 2035) GRYFFINDOR b) Autumn Ella Lyon (21 September 2038) HUFFLEPUFF c) Winter Willow Lyon (21 December 2041) RAVENCLAW d) Summer Lily Lyon (21 June 2043) GRYFFINDOR e) Spring Rose Lyon (21 March 2047) HUFFLEPUFF

7) Henry Remus Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Daniella Zabini (7 July 2018) RAVENCLAW (2049): a) Cameron Blaise Potter (1 January 2052) GRYFFINDOR b) Aidan Hunter Potter (23 July 2055) GRYFFINDOR  c) Jameson Henry Potter (14 March 2058) GRYFFINDOR  d) Emilia Ginevra Potter (17 August 2060) RAVENCLAW

8) Hunter Colten Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Sloane Hart (2023) GRYFFINDOR (2046): a) Simon Hunter Potter (14 February 2049) RAVENCLAW b) Shay Cedrella Potter (14 February 2049) HUFFLEPUFF  c) Colin Fleamont Potter (7 March 2053) GRYFFINDOR  d) Beckett James Potter (19 June 2055) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Parker Harry Potter (24 September 2059) SLYTHERIN f) Noelle Ginevra Potter (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to make these!

[dearheart42regenerated]

gritting my teeth and sharing this in the tag in hopes that it'll help me manifest actually FINISHING this fic.......

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“I’m still not buying this!” Chuck popped out from the passenger’s side and leaned over the door, pointing an accusing finger at her. “How do you really know about Mutt?” he demanded.

Capri blinked and frowned, giving him a once-over as she crossed her arms. “How do you know about Mutt, Goldilocks?”

Texas cracked up at the nickname, slapping Dutch on the back. “Goldilocks! That’s a good one, hahaha…” 

“The name’s Chuck, for your information,” huffed Goldilocks, “and I’ve been hanging with Mikey since elementary school. Where have you been his whole life?”

“Elementary school, huh?” Something bitter flickered in her eyes. “That must’ve been nice…”

Mike tried to calm his friend, slightly taken aback by how riled up he was. “Easy, Chuckles, let’s just–”

“No! I’m not gonna sit back and let some random stranger put you through this all over again, dude! It’s not okay!”

“Look, I appreciate it, but–”

“All she has is a story about your bobblehead. That’s not actual proof she’s your sister!”

“He’s right.” Dutch’s eyes were wary. “Anyone could make up a childhood memory like that. How do we know Kane isn’t paying this one off like he did with your fake dad?”

“Let’s at least hear her out first, guys,” said Julie, exasperated. “You can’t demand ‘real proof’ and then not give her a chance at all! Maybe she–”

“I still say she’s an evil clone!” Texas declared.

The arguing devolved into chaos, everyone speaking over each other to the point where nothing coherent could be heard anymore.

“Heartwarming reunion over, I guess,” Capri muttered, unfastening her thigh holster. She pulled out a laser pistol and fired two blasts into the air. “EVERYONE. SHUT UP.”

Everyone shut up.

She sighed and holstered the gun, glaring at nobody in particular. “Sweet baby gumdrops. Okay. FIRST of all…” She turned to Mike. “You don’t need to take my word for it. I wouldn’t take my word for it, either.” Her com-screen popped up, glowing fiery orange. She scrolled, selected a file with the words “CAPRI C. GENETIC PROFILE” hovering above it, and flicked it over to him. “There you go. The DNA can speak for itself.”

Mike took it but barely glanced at it, still looking at her as if she were a hologram herself – something that could disappear any second. Chuck just stared at the unopened file from the other side of the car, unable to hide his own curiosity.

“Secondly. Goldilocks.”

He jumped and straightened his posture with a gulp. (Texas snickered.)

Her boots thumped in the silence as she strode towards him, cold annoyance in her voice. “For your information, I wasn’t talking about Mutt to prove I’m Mike’s sister. I brought it up to find out if he’s my brother.” She fished in one of her pockets and pulled out a well-worn photograph, dangling it in front of his nose. “There could be any number of ‘Mike Chiltons’ running around and I haven’t been here in a while. I wanted to be sure.” 

“Whoa,” he murmured, one hand reaching for it. 

Capri snatched it away, eyes hard as steel, and walked back around to Mike. Her expression softened when she handed the photo to him. “I am sure, now.”

It showed a little girl with messy hair and an even messier t-shirt – face scrunched up in a grin, one front tooth missing – and a wide-eyed baby dangling in her arms like a kidnapped puppy, clutching Mutt in small chubby hands, attempting to shove the top of its bobbing head in his mouth. The colors were faded, the edges bent and torn; but the happiness captured in it was so vibrant it made his chest ache. 

Any doubts he had left vanished, replaced by dizzying questions he couldn’t find words for. He had a sister. This was real. (What happened?)

“Thirdly!” said Capri, giving the other Burners a smile that bordered on a snarl. “I’m so very sorry if I’m being rude here, it's just that I spent the last seventy-two hours hopping city-to-colony and crossing a gazillion miles of mutants, raiders, boiling heatwaves and radiation pits to get back to Motorcity. Totally for funsies, of course. It's not like I’ve been trying to track down the only family I have left or anything.” 

Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

“Point being, I’ve had a long flippin’ day! So how about you nosy little ferrets take that file I just sent, run the DNA test, confirm I’m actually not a lying scumbag, and then y’all can decide on how to torture me next. What do you think?” she growled, shooting “Goldilocks” an incinerating look. “That sound alright to you? Chuck?”

Chuck all but melted into a whimpering puddle of terror and compliance, stammering out a vaguely affirmative reply as he stumbled over to where the unopened file still hovered.

“Great! Glad we could get that sorted out.” 

Everything in her demeanor dripped with spite…but Mike was beginning to notice the dark circles under her eyes, the heaviness in her shoulders. How many miles had she really crossed to get here? How many hours had she spent combing the dark labyrinth of Motorcity to find him? (Based on nothing but a hope that it might be him?)

And then they had all assumed the worst of her. 

Capri must be exhausted.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She stormed off towards her motorcycle. “I’m gonna check my bike for damage and maybe also secretly plot to sell out your leader to the guy who destroyed my whole childhood. Holler if you need me.”

[randomisedgaming]

A list of of the Xbox 360 DLC still up to buy in the store! Along with all delisted DLC we are aware of.

With just over a week list we've put together a quick list of every game where the DLC is still up to buy in the UK store. They may be delisted in your region however. This list was made using the all search list, which is still up at present expect it to disappear on the 29th of July.

Link here: https://marketplace.xbox.com/en-GB/Games/All?SortBy=Title&PageSize=90

Change the letters GB to the letters used for your region of the website North America is US for example.

All the games listed have at least one of their DLCs still up in the store, some DLC content may be delisted already and a few still show in the store and can't be purchased as we found out with the Map Pack for Ninety-Nine Nights II yesterday when we tried to buy it.

This is a full list and includes all games, some have the DLC on Xbox One / Series others do not. Some games like N+ and Lost Planet 2 have DLC on Xbox 360, but not in the Xbox One Store.

Some games like Fallout 2 and Star Wars The Force Unleashed have complete version. Others like Mass Effect, Borderlands 2 and Two Worlds have version with some of the DLC on disc, but not all.

I've tried to list free DLC and Compatibility Pack for games, but as I've done this in a hurry I haven't labeled them all. Hopefully I didn't miss any from the official marketplace webaite, but let me know if I did.

I've tried to list all games with their full name, but the shop's A-Z has some odd listings, something they list them by the word "the" but not others. Some games are just initials, some use the full name like Tony Clancy's etc.. others skip the author name and just use Splinter Cell.

Example Might & Magic: Clash of Heroes turns up in the C listing.

I've included a very rough list of delisted or unobtainable DLC at the bottom which is a work in progress. At some point in the future, I might try and turn this into a full list of games with DLCs.

All Xbox 360 Games With DLC in UK

0-9 Numbers

0 Day Attack On Earth

0D Beat Drop

3D Ultra Minigolf

A

A Kingdom For Keflings

A World Of Keflings

AFL Live

Alan Wake

Alice: Madness Returns

Alien Hominid HD

Alien Spidy

Alien: Isolation

Aliens Vs Predator

Aliens: Colonial Marines

Anarchy Reigns

Ancients Of Ooga

Arcana Heart 3

Arcania

Arkanoid Live!

Armored Core V (Has Compatibility Pack)

Armored Core: Verdict Day (Has Compatibility Pack)

Assassin's Creed Brotherhood

Assassin's Creed II

Assassin's Creed Revelations

Assassin's Creed III

Assassin's Creed Rogue

Assassin’s Creed IV

Assault On Dark Athena

Asura's Wrath

B

Band Of Bugs

Banjo Kazooie: N N B

Bastion

Batman: Arkham City

Batman: Arkham Asylum

Batman: The Telltale Series

Battle Vs Chess

Battlefield 3

Battlefield 4

Battlefield Hardline

Battlestations Pacific

Battlestations: Midway

Beautiful Katamari

Bellator: MMA Onslaught

Binary Domain

Bioshock

Bioshock 2

Bioshock Infinite

Birds Of Steel

Blazblue Continuum Shift Extend

Blazblue Continuum Shift (Has Compatibility Pack)

Blood Bowl

Blue Dragon

Bomberman Battlefest

Bomberman Live

Borderlands

Borderlands 2

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

Brink

Brütal Legend

Bubble Bobble Neo!

Bulletstorm

Bulletwitch

The Bureau

Burnout Revenge

C

Command & Conquer 3

Command & Conquer Red Alert 3

Command & Conquer Kane's Wrath

Caladrius

Call Of Duty 2

Call Of Duty 3

Call Of Duty: Advanced Warfare

Call Of Duty: Black Ops

Call Of Duty: Black Ops II

Call Of Duty: Black Ops III

Call Of Duty: Ghosts

Call Of Duty Modern Warfare

Call Of Duty Modern Warfare2

Call Of Duty Modern Warfare3

Call Of Duty World At War

Call Of Juarez: Bound In Blood

Capcom Arcade Cabinet

Carcassonne

Carnival Games: In Action (Subtitled: Monkey See, Monkey Do In North America)

Cars 2: The Video Game

Castle Crashers

Castlestorm

Castlevania HD

Castlevania: Lord Of Shadows

Castlevania: Lord Of Shadows 2

Champion Jockey

Child Of Light

Choplifter HD

Civilization Revolution (Three DLCs are not available for purchase on Xbox One)

Conflict: Denied Ops

Costume Quest

Crackdown (Game And DLC Is Free To Download)

Crackdown 2 (Game And DLC Is Free To Download)

Crazy Machines Elements

Crimson Alliance

Crossboard 7

Crystal Quest

D

Dance Central

Dance Central 2

Dance Central 3

Dance Evolution

Dante's Inferno (Trials DLC Delisted)

Dark

Dark Souls

Dark Souls II (Has Compatibility Pack)

Dark Void

The Darkness

Darksiders II

Darkstalkers Resurrection

Dragon Ball: Raging Blast

Dance Dance Revolution Universe 3

Dead Island

Dead Island Riptide

Dead Or Alive 5

Dead Or Alive 5 Last Round

Dead Rising

Dead Rising 2

Dead Rising 2 Off The Record

Dead Space

Dead Space 2

Dead Space 3

Dead To Rights Retribution (DLC is free, but only in North America, delisted in Europe)

Deadfall Adventures

Deadliest Warrior

Deadliest Warrior: Legends

Deathspank: Thongs Of Virtue (Achievement DLC)

Defense Grid

Destiny

Deus Ex: Human Revolution

Diablo III: Reaper Of Souls

Dirt 2

Dirt 3 (All bar Online Pass delisted, needed for online play and only sold in Xbox 360 Store)

Dirt Showdown

Dishonored

Disney Infinity 3.0

Disney Universe

DmC

Dark Messiah Might & Magic: Elements

Dogfight 1942

Dollar Dash

Domino Master

Doritos Crash Course

Dragon Age: Origins

Dragon Age 2

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen

Duke Nukem Forever

Dungeon Defenders

Dungeon Siege III

Dynasty Warriors 6 Empires (All Free)

Dynasty Warriors: Gundam 2 (All Free)

Dynasty Warriors: Gundam 3

Dynasty Warriors: Strikeforce

Dynasty Warriors 7

Dynasty Warriors 8

E

Earth Defense Force 2025

Earth Defense Force: Insect Armageddon (DLC not sold in Xbox One store)

Enemy Front

Enslaved

Escape Dead Island (All Free DLC)

Exit (All Free DLC)

Exit 2

F

F.E.A.R. 2

Fable Anniversary

Fable II

Fable III

Fable: The Journey

Fallout 3

Fallout: New Vegas

Fantastic Pets

Far Cry 2

Far Cry 3

Far Cry 4

Fight Night Champion

Final Fantasy XIII-2

Fist Of The North Star: Ken’s Rage

Fist Of The North Star: Ken’s Rage 2

Front Mission Evolved

Frontlines: Fuel Of War

Frozen Free Fall: Snowball Fight (Free Game With £40+ Worth Of DLC)

Fruit Ninja Kinect

Full House Poker

Funtown Mahjong

G

Guilty Gear Xx Accent Core Plus (Free DLC Upgrades Game To R Revision)

Game Of Thrones

Gears Of War

Gears Of War 2 (All Free)

Gears Of War 3

Gears Of War Judgement

Get Fit With Mel B

Ghost Recon: Future Soldier

Ghostbusters: Sanctum Of Slime

Gin Rummy

Goat Simulator

Golf: Tee It Up!

Gotham City Impostors

Grand Theft Auto IV

Grand Theft Auto V

Grid Autosport

Gripshift

Gyromancer

H

Halo 3

Halo 4

Halo Wars

Halo Reach

Hard Corps: Uprising

Hell Yeah! Wrath Of The Dead Rabbit

Hitman: Absolution

How To Survive

Hydro Thunder

I

IL-2: Birds Of Prey

Ilomilo

Infinite Undiscovery (All Free)

Injustice: Gods Among Us

Insanely Twisted Shadow Planet

Iron Brigade

J

Joe Danger Special Edition

Joe Danger 2: The Movie

Just Cause 2

Just Dance 2014

Just Dance 2015

Just Dance 3

K

Kameo

Kane & Lynch 2

Kane And Lynch: Dead Men

Killer Is Dead (One DLC Smooth Operator Pack not sold on Xbox One)

Kinect Fun Labs (Air Band, Avatar Kinect, Battle Stuff, I Am Super!, Junk Fu, Kinect Rush: Snapshot, Musical Feet,

Mutation Station) (All Free) (Some Expansion Delisted)

Kinect Party - Base Game

Kinect Sports

Kinect Sports: Season Two

Kinectimals

Kinect Joy Ride (All Free)

King’s Quest – Ch. 1

King's Quest

King Of Fighters XII, The

King Of Fighters XIII, The

Kung Fu Panda: Showdown of Legendary Legends

L

L.A. Noire (Complete retail edition features all DLC and the PS3 exclusive case not sold on Xbox 360. It also restores the DLC quest back to their intended place in the story making for a far better version of the game, than the base one)

Lara Croft And The Guardian Of Light

Left 4 Dead

Left 4 Dead 2

Lego Batman 2

Lego Batman 3 Beyond Gotham

Lego Marvel

Lego Movie Videogame

Lego Rock Band

Lego Star Wars II

Lego Harry Potter: Years 5-7

Lego Jurassic World

Lego Marvel's Avengers

Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Life Is Strange Episode 1

Lightning Returns Final Fantasy Xiii

Lma Manager 2007

Lococycle (Free DLC Is Required To Play Game, So Download It)

Lode Runner

Lost Odyssey

Lost Planet 2 (One Pack Not Sold In Xbox One Store, Map Pack 1)

Lost Planet 3

Lumines Live! (Two free DLCs are only up for download on Xbox One)

M

Madballs Babo: Invasion

Mafia II

Magic 2015 (Free DLC Magic 2015—Garruk’s Revenge Must Search For As Game Is Delisted DLC isn't)

Marathon: Durandal

Mark Of The Ninja

Marvel Puzzle Quest

Mass Effect (Pinnacle Station DLC Only On Xbox 360)

Mass Effect 2

Mass Effect 3

Max Payne 3 (All Free Compatibility Packs Needed For Online)

Medal Of Honor

Medal Of Honor Warfighter

Mega Man 9

Mega Man 10

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance

Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain

Metal Slug XX

Meteos Wars

Metro 2033

Metro: Last Light

Middle-Earth: Shadow Of Mordor

Might & Magic Clash Of Heroes (Achievements)

Mighty No. 9

Mindjack

Mirror's Edge

Monday Night Combat

Monopoly Plus

Moon Diver

Mortal Kombat [9] (Most DLC Is Delisted Only Compatibility Packs Remain Up, Must Use Search To Find)

Motionsports: Adrenaline

Motogp13

Mud

MX VS ATV Reflex

N

N+ (Still Up, DLC Is Only Up On 360 To Buy, One Is Free)

Naruto Storm R

Nat Geo Quiz! Wild Life

Naughty Bear Panic In Paradise

Need For Speed Most Wanted

Need For Speed Carbon

Need For Speed Rivals

Need For Speed Undercover

Nier

Ninety-Nine Nights II (3 DLC's The Map Pack Said It Is Delisted In The Uk When You Try To Buy It And Errors. Use Search To Find)

Ninja Blade (Free DLC, Use Search To Find)

Ninja Gaiden II

Ninja Gaiden 3

Ninja Gaiden 3 Razor's Edge

Novadrome

O

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion (Wizard's Tower DLC Errors When You Try To Buy On Xbox One)

Omerta - City Of Gangsters

Onechanbara

Orcs Must Die!

Outpost Kaloki X

P

PAC-MAN Championship Edition DX+

Painkiller Hell & Damnation

Payday 2

Peggle

Perfect Dark Zero

Photo Party (Free Game / App For Xbox Vision / Camera)

Pinball FX2

Plants VS Zombies Garden Warfare

Port Royale 3

Portal 2

Prey (All Free DLC)

Prince Of Persia (2008 Retail Title)

Prison Architect: Xbox 360 Edition

Project Sylpheed (Free DLC, New Missions)

Prototype 2

Puzzle Arcade

Puzzle Bobble Live!

Puzzle Quest

Q

Qix++

Quantum Conundrum

R

Rabbids Invasion: The Interactive TV Show (Warning Do Not Buy Ubisoft Season Pass As It Doesn't Work)

Race Pro

Rage

Raskulls

Red Dead Redemption

Red Faction: Armageddon

Red Faction: Battlegrounds

Red Faction: Guerrilla

Remember Me

Renegade Ops

Resident Evil 0

Resident Evil 5

Resident Evil 6

Resident Evil Operation Raccoon City

Residen Evil Revelations

Residen Evil Revelations 2 (Digital Edition)

Ride To Hell: Retribution

Ridge Racer Unbounded

Rise Of The Tomb Raider

Risen 2: Dark Waters

Risen 3 Titan Lords

Rock Band

Rock Band 2

Rock Band 3

Rock Band Blitz

Rocksmith 2014 Edition

Rugby League Live 2 (Has Compatibility Pack)

Rumble Roses XX

S

Sacred 2 Fallen Angel

Sacred 3

Sacred Citadel

Saints Row

Saints Row 2

Saints Row IV

Saints Row: Gat Out Of Hell

Saints Row: The Third

Samurai Warriors 2 (Xtreme Legends Upgrade, Expensive DLC)

Sanctum 2

Scarygirl

Scene It? Box Office Smash! (DLC Is Called Award Winners)

Sesame Street: Once Upon A Monster

Skate 3

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Sleeping Dogs

Small Arms

Sniper Elite 3 (Has Compatibility Pack)

Sniper Elite V2 (Has Compatibility Pack)

Sniper Ghost Warrior

Sniper Ghost Warrior 2 (Has Compatibility Pack)

Soltrio Solitaire

Sonic & All-Stars Racing

Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed

Sonic Adventure

Sonic Adventure 2

Sonic Generations

Sonic The Hedgehog (2006)

Sonic Unleashed

South Park The Stick Of Truth

Space Invaders Extreme

Space Invaders: Infinity Gene

Spelunky (Game Delisted DLC Still Up To Buy Two Items)

Spider-Man 3

Split/Second

Splosion Man

SSX

Stacking

Star Wars: The Force Unleashed

Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II

State Of Decay

Steel Battalion Heavy Armor

Stranglehold

Strania

Street Fighter III: Online Edition

Street Fighter IV

Street Fighter X Tekken

Stuntman: Ignition

Super Street Fighter IV Arcade Edition

Supreme Commander 2

T

Tom Clancy's Endwar

Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter

Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter 2

Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Vegas

Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Vegas 2

Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell Blacklist

Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell Conviction

Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell Double Agent

Tekken Tag Tournament 2

Test Drive Unlimited 2

Texas Hold'em

The Crew (Bonkers I Know As The Game Has Had It's Servers Turned Off, But You Can Buy The DLC For This Dead Game!)

The Evil Within

The First Templar

The Gunstringer (one Is Free Two Are Paid For)

The Last Remnant

The Maw

The Outfit (All Free Map Packs)

The Raven Episode 1

The Walking Dead: Michonne - Episode 1

The Walking Dead: Season Two

The Wolf Among Us

Thief

Things On Wheels

Thrillville: Off The Rails

Ticket To Ride

Timeshift

TNT Racers

Tomb Raider

Tomb Raider Underworld

Tomb Raider Anniversary

Tomb Raider Legend

Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 5

Too Human (Game And DLC Is Free To Download)

Trials Fusion

Trials HD

Tropico 4

Tropico 5

Two Worlds II (One Of The DLCS Is Not In Game Of The Year Edition And Has To Be Bought "Defense")

U

Ugly Americans: Apocalypsegeddon

V

Vampire Rain

Vanquish

Vigilante 8 Arcade

Virtua Fighter 5

Virtua Fighter 5 Final Showdown

Viva Piñata

W

The Walking Dead

Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine

Warriors Orochi 3

Watch Dogs

Way Of The Samurai 3

Worms

Worms 2: Armageddon

Worms: Ultimate Mayhem

Wreckateer

Wrecked Revenge Revisited

X

XCOM: Enemy Unknown

Y

Yosumin! Live

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Decade Duels Plus

Yu-Gi-Oh! Millennium Duels

Z

Zombie Driver HD

# - Symbols

虫姫さまふたり / Mushihimesama-Hutari-Black-Lavel (Japanese Game, DLC Listed For UK Owner Who Had The Game)

Delisted Games With DLC

Ace Combat 6

Ace Combat: Assault Horizons

Airmech Arena

Angry Birds Trilogy

Army Of Two

Army Of Two The Devil’s Cartel

Army of Two: The 40th Day

Batman: Arkham Origins

Battlefield: Bad Company

Battlefield Bad Company 2

Chromehounds

Crysis 3

Eets: Chowdown

Fantasia: Music Evolved

Final Fantasy XI: Seekers Of Adoulin (Online Only)

Forza Horizon

Forza Horizon 2

Forza Motorsport 3

Forza Motorsport 4

Grid 2

Guacamelee! Super Turbo Championship Edition

Hellboy: The Science Of Evil (DLC Was Never Released, But Achievements For It Were Added)

Hunted Demon’s Forge (Pre-order DLC Only Never Sold)

Just Dance (Need To Research Which Others Had DLC Likely Most)

Kinect Nat Geo TV

Kingdoms Of Amalur: Reckoning

Kinect Sparkler (Delisted Still In Store Won't Let You Buy It)

Kinect Star Wars (C-3P0 Background Dancing DLC Only Sold With R2d2 Xbox 360 Units.)

Kingdom Under Fire: Circle Of Doom

Kung Fu Strike

Lego Dimensions (Delisted, May Need The Lego Models To Obtain Some Of The DLC)

Lollipop Chainsaw (Pre-order DLC Only Never Sold)

Lord Of The Rings: Conquest

Magnacarta 2

Mercenaries 2

Minecraft: Story Mode

Minecraft: Story Mode - Season Two

Minecraft: Xbox 360 Edition

Naruto Rise Of A Ninja

Need For Speed Shift

Need For Speed Shift 2

Persona 4 Arena Ultimax (Had Compatibility Pack)

Project Gotham Racing 3

Project Gotham Racing 4

Phantom Breaker:Battle Grounds

Pinball FX

Race Driver: Grid

Section 8

Skate 2

Skullgirls

Skydrift

Snoopy Flying Ace

Soulcalibur IV

Soulcalibur V

Syndicate (Limited Edition Version Had Gold Weapons And Scanner Never Sold)

Tales Of Vesperia

Tales From The Borderlands

Tekken 6 (Pre-order Only Content)

Tom Clancy’s H.A.W.X

Tom Clancy’s H.A.W.X 2

Test Drive Unlimited

The Darkness II (Limited Edition DLC, never sold)

The Lord Of The Rings: War In The North (Weapon Included With Collector's Edition)

The Saboteur

Toy Soldiers

Toy Soldiers: Cold War

Trials Evolved

Undertow

World Of Tanks

Worms Revolution

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[konmics-n-stuff]

Everyone who has ever, even slightly, been Robin

*In official, DC-endorsed media 

Total: 100 (i think)

FYI:

my definition of a ‘Robin’ is extremely vague. For example, I’m counting Lois Lane because she went to a costume party as Robin, and I’m also counting ‘Boy’ from Batman: the Return of Bruce Wayne because he had the domino mask paint and was clearly a stand-in for Robin. Et cetera.

They’re organized chronologically by their first appearance as Robin

Also this is heavily dependent on DC Fandom Wiki, so please let me know if I missed anyone or if anything is inaccurate

KEY

Red = actually Robin for a significant portion of time (more than a few in-universe days & more than one issue/episode/movie/etc)

Italics = was never Robin in main continuity (i.e. Earth Two [before Earth One existed], Earth One, New Earth, and Prime Earth)

Bold = I actually acknowledge them as Robin in my heart

Dick Grayson (Apr 1940)

Julie Madison (Mar 1941)

Ricky (Dec 1944) [possible future]

Mary Wills (Apr 1950) [Earth-Two]

Bruce Wayne (Dec 1955)

Vanderveer Wayne (Jun 1962)

Alfred E. Neuman (Sep 1966) [Mad Magazine]

Lance Bruner (May 1969)

Jimmy Olsen (May 1970)

Jason Todd (Mar 1982)

Boyd, the Robin Wonder (Apr 1983) [Earth-C-Minus]

Carrie Kelly (Jun 1986) [Dark Knight Returns]

Tim Drake (Oct 1989)

Robert Chang (Apr 1990) [Digital Justice]

Redbird (Jan 1993) [The Blue, the Gray, and the Bat]

Thomas Wayne (Jan 1993) [Robin 3000]

Bane (Apr 1993) [rejected elseworlds]

Robin Redblade (Jun 1994) [Earth-494]

Tengu (Sep 1994) [Narrow Path]

Alfred Pennyworth (Feb 1996) [Batman: Dark Alligiances]

Jubilation Lee (Apr 1996) [Amalgam Universe]

Tris Plover (Jun 1996) [Legends of the Dead Earth]

Darkbird (Jul 1996)

Bruce Wayne Jr. (Feb 1997) [Earth-3839]

Lois Lane (Oct 1997)

Rodney the chimpanzee (Nov 1997) [Batman: Dark Knight Dynasty]

Marya (1998) [I, Joker]

Barbara Gordon (Feb 1998) [Earth-37]

Robin the Toy Wonder (Nov 1998) [DC One Million]

Rochelle Wayne (Feb 1999) [Reign of Terror]

Kon-El (Mar 1999) [Hypertension]

Clark Wayne (Mar 1999) [Earth-3839]

Squid Wonder (Aug 1999)

The Robin (Mar 2000) [Earth-40]

Robin Drake (Feb 2002) [Riddle of the Beast]

Stephanie Brown (May 2004)

Koriand’r (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Garfield Logan (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Rachel Roth (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Victor Stone (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Robbie the Robin (Jun 2005) [Krypto the Superdog]

Control Freak (Oct 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Damian Wayne (Nov 2006)

Robin Olsen (Oct 2007) [Earth-8]

Bizzaro Robin (Nov 2007)

Unnamed penguin (Jun 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Boy (Jul 2010)

Robin Robin (Jul 2010) [Tiny Titans]

M’gann M’orzz (Nov 2010) [Young Justice (2010 show)]

Jericho (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Kid Devil (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Wildebeest (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Kroc (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

The Joker (Jan 2011)

Lance Heart (Feb 2011)

Fransisco Ramirez (Feb 2011)

Christopher Ward (Feb 2011)

Robin John Blake (Jul 2012) [Dark Knight Trilogy]

Helena Wayne (July 2012) [Earth 2]

Robin’s Egg (Jan 2013) [Farm League]

Super Robin (Jul 2013) [Teen Titans Go!]

Selina Kyle (Mar 2014)

Damien Wayne (Jun 2014) [Infinite Crisis Video Game]

John Thomas Grayson (Dec 2014) [Earth 2]

Nibor (Jan 2015) [Teen Titans Go!]

Daxton Chill (May 2015)

Dre Cipriani (May 2015)

Riko Sheridan (May 2015)

Duke Thomas (Jul 2015)

Troy Walker (Jul 2015)

Kat-R-ina (Aug 2015)

Isabella Ortiz (Aug 2015)

BlackDomino (Oct 2015)

Darkestdawn (Oct 2015)

SideKicker (Oct 2015)

Yellowcape (Oct 2015)

Shug-R (May 2016)

Robinbot (May 2017)

Dinesh Babar (May 2017)

Rabid Robins (Oct 2017) [Earth -22]

Cult Member Robins (Apr 2018)

Rosie (Apr 2018)

Matt McGinnis (May 2018) [Futures End]

Harley Quinn (Apr 2019)

Jarro (Oct 2019)

Billy Batson (Oct 2019)

Six of Hearts (Dec 2019)

Maps Mizoguchi (Dec 2020)

Talia Kane (Feb 2021) [Earth 11]

LeBron James (Jul 2021) [Space Jam: A New Legacy]

Drake Winston (Oct 2021) [Batman ‘89]

Anita Jean (Oct 2021)

Kiki (Nov 2021)

Son of Don Mitchell Jr. (Mar 2022) [The Batman (2022 movie)]

Gan (Mar 2022)

Jon Kent (Jul 2022)

Amish Boy Wonder (Nov 2022) [The Last Harley Story]

Darcy Thomas (Nov 2022)

Elizabeth Prince (Jan 2024) [Possible Future]

Bruce Wayne clone (Jul 2024)

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BONES, BODY, SOUL.

A Jeff Hardy Story. (CH.6)

July 19th, 1999- RAW IS WAR

The night was almost over. After a very entertaining show, Triple H and The Undertaker were to end it, Chyna and Vince at ring side. Everything was going Triple H’s way, as it usually does with ringside friends, and he had managed to get the dead man pinned.

“ONE, TWO-“ The lights went out. The jumbotron flickered, unreadable font printing onto the screen as static blanketed over the stadium and a faint voice making its way under it. Through the uneasy, unintelligible whispers and Lawler's screeching, the ring floor rattled and pounded. The noise stopped, along with the voice before the words were finally clear.

“And they can, they can say we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Silence rung before the lights were on once again on. A collective shock ran through everyone seeing The Game himself, bloodied on the mat, with no remnants of whoever it was besides a sledgehammer- much similar to one HHH himself had used months prior on The Rock.

AUGUST 26TH, 1999- THURSDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN

The crowd roared with life, anticipation building within every single fan. Road Dogg and Chris Jericho continued conflict, the crowd bringing the level of excitement it always does. As the match continued to build, and tension rose, Road Dogg managed to get Y2J in a submission hold. Just as Jericho's hand went to tap against the floor, the light went out.

Once again, the Jumbotron flickered with the blurry word, the eerie noise returning, and forcing its way into everyone’s ears. As the ringside announcers reminisced on the last time they saw the bright, white letters on the jumbotron, JR recalled that last time, the words were a bit blurrier, and now they seemed to be moving.

In the midst of the darkness, stuck in fear and shock, the arena sat in horror as they listened to one of the wrestlers struggle against the unknown attacker. It sounded rougher than last time, as if they had become more bloodthirsty.

No clear words rang through the air, only demented whispers followed by airy breath and sometimes a frightening laugh. The attacked wrestlers - still, no one knew which one- cries of anguish turned quiet and it was assumed the aggressor had finally stopped. But the lights still refused to turn on, and everyone watched as the blurry words morphed clear.

KARMA, it read.

Seconds later, it was once again gone, and the lights flashed on, its brightness burning, eyes watering and squinting, trying to look for the assailant and assailed. The image of Road Dogg lying on the mat, much alike to the former incident, yet this time, a thin rope laid next to him, the same one that had been used to lock Mick Foley and Chainsaw Charlie in the dumpster a year prior.

SEPTEMBER 6TH, 1999- RAW IS WAR

“Well, starting the night with an unexpected victory folks, the Rock & Sock tag team getting the upper hand over the Big Red Giant Kane, and his equally intimidating brother, The Undertaker!”

“Oh, it was nothing but luck! I sure do hope this luck continues tonight, we’ve got Jeff Jarrett vs. Jaqueline next, and boy, I sure hope she doesn’t face the same hope as all those other women have- oh, wait a minute, what's this?” Lawler’s gross intentions were put to an end as the stadium went dark, the jumbotron painting a picture of backstage- specifically of Jeff Jarrett, laying bloodied on the floor, an acoustic guitar a few feet from him, same as the one used to beat the Fabulous Moolah and Mae Young.

“I think your dreams have come true King, with the way Jarrett’s gripping his leg, it sure seems like he won’t be performing anytime soon. I’m quite sure this is another famous attack, from who we’ve learned goes by Karma, and if that is true I’m sure he was put in a figure four lock to go with that guitar besides him.”

SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1999- BACKLASH, E&C VS. THE MINISTRY OF DARKNESS

“We welcome you, to the sold-out Providence Civics Center, we welcome you to Backlash! Hi everybody i’m Jim Ross alongside the King, Jerry Lawler, and ladies and gentlemen, Shane Mcmahon dropped a bomb on Sunday Night Heat, the Stone Cold-Rock matchup for the WWF title will be no-holds-barred, King!” At Lawlers appreciation, JR continues. “And if Stone Cold lays his hands on referee Shane McMahon, Austin will be disqualified and lose the WWF title.”

“That’s the way it should be, I am so sick and tired of everything going Stone Cold Austin’s way. well, tonight Stone Cold if you’re worthy of being a champion you gotta big job in front of you pal.” Lawler continued his hateful ramble as the two teams came out, the lights darkening with the ministry's entrance after a very nervous looking Edge & Christian.

Both teams showed great strength in the ring, with a countless amount of flawless moves as the match progressed, and though The Ministry seemed to have an great amount of intensity, the other team was able to get an upper hand with a quick chair shot to Mideon and distracted referee. It didn’t seem as good of a choice as they thought it would be when Bradshaw looked them in the eyes from across the ring.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Edge and Christian simply laughed it off, believing the man was trying to threaten them. And then the music hit. But this time the lights didn’t go out.

“I think we’re due for another visit, JR! Or maybe they're playing tricks or something, these lights are all still on.” King commented the obvious for the people at home, and as he finished his sentence it was made clear there was no trick.

With black and white face paint covering the top half of their face, no pupils visible in their eyes, they made their way to the ring, chair in hand. Karma.

“My God, I don't think this is any kind of trick, King, I think this is who’s been attacking all of these wrestlers! By the looks of it, I think this Karma person is affiliated with The Ministry of Darkness.” JR continued as he watched E&C escape from the consequences of their actions and run into the crowd, leaving a brooding Karma with The Ministry.

They fit right into the group, all black clothes and a killer glare, deadly enough to put you into the ground or make you run the other way. They fit right in until they swung around and hit Mideon, then Bradshaw with the chair meant for Edge and Christian.

“Well, I don’t think they're running with The Ministry.” King summed up, earning a sarcastic comment in response from JR. All comments turned into silence when the only standing wrestler turned to them, death stare stinging into their faces as they began to stalk over to the table. Grabbing the microphone from where the ring announcer had left it, they spoke.

“I do not speak for anybody but me. I do not stand for anything except vengeance .” They looked into the camera as they continued to speak. “Your actions will have consequences and I will be them. Do what you wish, but know, I will be watching. I will rip you piece to piece if that’s what it takes, and I will not stop until he has told me to. I will not stop until fate comes for you.”

look at my posting on the thirteenth on the thirteenth hour after my lil poem w thirteen 🤭 it’s my fav number and fun fact, my bday is august 13th and Jeff’s is august 31st so obviously we’re soulmates!

Lemm: I dont trust anybody but me, i won’t listen to you or anyone else!

Five seconds later: there’s a man in my head telling me to do this and I’m listening ig (also turned into batman there for a sec)

I’m sorta trying to go by the story line of the time, just completely ignoring that the New Brood was a thing and that the Hardyz wore those lil flower pants for a bit but other than that all of this was like real matches, real dates, except for the dialogue during the Jeff Jarrett part lol

Judgement Day? Nah i only know Karma🤚 I don’t know how I got here and this definitely wasn’t what I was planning but it happened and ngl kinda luv it sooooo whatevs

OOOOHHHH AHHHHHH (I’ve been doin that around the house all week just like mr Leati Joseph Anoa’i himself)

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Barking Harker TEASER

The following is a rough draft of the first chapter for the in-progress horror novel, and alternate ending Dracula sequel, Barking Harker.

It will contain unsettling imagery.

It will contain unsettling possibilities.

It will contain things that bite, bleed, scream, and laugh.

If all this is acceptable, then welcome. Enter freely and of your own will. 

And leave all of the happiness and humanity you bring. 

For a version that isn’t in Tumblr format eye strain mode, check out the Google Doc version HERE.

Link to Barking Harker TEASER 2 is HERE.

                                              Barking Harker

                                                        TEASER

                                                      C. R. Kane

                                          Preludes and Interludes I:

                                                   Nights in Asylum

                                          SISTER AGATHA’S OBSERVATIONS

           The Hospital of St. Joseph and Ste. Mary brought Jonathan Harker into its care on the 8th of July. While not the worst case admitted in Sister Agatha’s time, he was several leagues away from the best-off. The Englishman, so his manner and voice gave him away long before ever uttering his address, was like one trapped at the point of waking from a supreme nightmare. A persistent dread kept his eyes wide and wet, his body taut, his brown brow puckered in a constant flux of distress and distrust.

         Less of the staff than of the reality around him.

         “I cannot trust me,” he told her over his broth. Whether hearty or thin, his meals seemed perpetually doomed to chill half-eaten on their tray. Appetite had withered in him even before his arrival to judge by his gauntness. “I cannot trust that I am awake and safe. I cannot trust that the nightmare I left was genuine or some spiraling betrayal of the mind. I cannot—,”

         She’d watched him rub furiously at the side of his neck, as though trying to scour something away. A hoarse noise left him.

         “I cannot be like them. Mina’s waiting. Mr. Hawkins will be wanting an update. I cannot be…”

         Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing at his neck. Fresh dew balanced on his lashes.

         “Like who?”

         The question nettled him. His lips twitched up in a rictus, the false smile of one doing their best not to shake apart in a fit.

         “Any of them. The women in the castle. The monster in the box. The dream in the hail storm.” The smile broke open on an awful laugh. More a sob in dismal disguise. “The unhappy couple stolen from their dirt in Exeter. Not them. Please, not any of them.”

         Scrubbing, rubbing, scratching, clawing.

         Before he could draw blood, she asked, “Does your neck itch?” The assault stopped. He stared at his hands for a spell, regarding the crescents of topmost skin now embedded in his nails. He rubbed circles in one palm, then the other.

        “No, there is no itch. It does not even ache. It ached before. After they…” The grey eyes rolled up to her like cloudy marbles. “Do you see anything there?” He dragged at the shirt collar. Sister Agatha looked. Aside from the tint caused by the fresh clawing, the skin was the same unmarked umber complexion as the rest of him. Albeit an unhealthily pale shade of copper, considering. He seemed like a man fresh from living in a cave.

         “No, it looks quite fine. No rash, no injury.” Just as there had not been with their initial medical examination. A trial in itself, as he had suffered a scandalized anxiety at his being even half-bare before male doctors and female nurses alike. One of the newer girls had touched him—only to pluck a mote of cotton from the hair at the nape of his neck—and he had sprung away as if she’d struck him. He had stood rigid, seeming to judge the merits of running versus snatching up the nearest items at hand for a weapon.

         Registering his own state, he’d apologized profusely to her. At a distance. The girl had stammered her own apology back, mumbling about the cotton.

         “Not cotton,” he explained, eyes flitting to a wall mirror. An expression mingled between relief and misery had taken his face. “Only my hair.”

         Sister Agatha had rarely seen the reality of ‘shocked white’ locks over the years, and even then it was often with those patients someplace past forty years. Jonathan Harker was scarcely past twenty. Whatever the truth of his experience was, it had been so titanic that it had burst his mental state like an egg against brick. That it had the trappings of an abrupt attack, mingled as it was with plain fever of the brain and body, alongside malnutrition, gave her hope that it was an instance of trauma rather than outright mental impairment.

         Something monstrous had happened to him, and so his mind, at once a traitor and good-intentioned aide, had costumed the event with genuine monsters.

         By the second week of August, when the worst of his symptoms would cool, Sister Agatha would do him the courtesy of writing ahead to his employer and his fiancée. The latter would include her postscript, trimming his ravings down to mere babble of wolves and poison and blood; of ghosts and demons; and the rest, she confessed to good Mina Murray, she withheld out of fear.

         Yet not a fear for the young lady’s opinion of the poor bridegroom-to-be.

         Truth be told, it was a fear she would never commit to paper. Not to any record, lest she look back on it and recall the whole of the young man’s stay. To examine such details too closely was to risk opening an abyss within her mind. One which she suspected to be bottomless and greased with a wonder untouched by the benevolence of miracle, and edging instead towards…

         Well.

         It was not worth the ink for her notes. Nor even her own breath, wasted on choking out the particulars she witnessed—or supposed she witnessed—to another ear. This was a place of healing and faith, not superstition, they would tell her. Supposing they did not invite her to enjoy the other side of their hospitality outright. Jonathan Harker’s early period was a warning against risking such a change of status. As illustrated by the escapade with the glass. 

          After Sister Agatha had confirmed there was no mark upon his neck, he had asked for a mirror. Seeing in the glass that she spoke the truth, he had loosed two small tears, his lips twitching as he uttered a single sentence. A whisper so low she almost missed it.

         “It is a foul bauble.”

          In the next instant, he had shattered the glass against the wall and tried to take a shard to his throat. 

          Sister Agatha and two others had to wrestle with him to get the piece away, though he succeeded in nicking his stubbled cheek. It had taken a fourth to get his arms down and the wrists fastened. Later, the doctors would remark that it was an incredible feat for a man half-wasted away. Yet said flicker of vitality was hardly noteworthy compared to the hideous reaction that followed as they fastened wrist and ankle. It was less a result of his being bound, but the action involved to make him so.

         He had bellowed oaths at the flurry of bodies, fighting and bucking like a rabid thing.

         “No more! You will have no more from me, you leeches! I will not go back, I will not be your stock! Get off me, get off me, you damned—,”

          Then the sedative needle pierced his skin. 

          It stunned all present by how immediately opposite the intended effect was. Namely, Jonathan Harker shed all semblance of censorship, sanity, and human address, instead erupting with curses to make a sailor swoon, followed by a nigh animalistic series of howling screams that would leave him hoarse on waking. All the while, he kicked and yanked at his restraints with a redoubled strength. The struts creaked dangerously for a moment before the drug began to win the battle.

         As they finished binding him, those miserable grey eyes blinked rapidly, fighting sleep as much as consciousness, muttering all the while, “No, no, no, not again, please, I cannot do it again, no, no…”

         He slept. Poorly.

         Even in better weeks to come, unbound, harmless and charming, Jonathan Harker would never sleep well as long as they had him. He spasmed, shivered, and moaned as nightmares sent memories to hunt him even in his rest.

           Sister Agatha was there when he woke from that first drugged stupor. She felt her heart twist into knots as the epiphany dawned across his face. It was not an unfamiliar expression in her work; sane, mad, or ill, finding oneself immobilized was never a happy discovery. Yet in the Englishman, the sight became a relaxant. He untensed even under the gleam of sweat and tears. Whatever invisible wires kept him rigid were cut and he sank deeper into the mattress like a thing gutted.

         “Here. I am here,” he murmured to himself. Then he turned to croak at her, “My apologies for the outburst. I thought you were someone else.”

         “So we took it.” It was already being circulated among some of the staff that, assuming there was more than an imagined impetus for his behavior, his mind had translated the work of some human jailor to more legendary horrors. Sister Agatha regarded again the pallid tint of him; a man who had lived too long without sun. Her eye drifted to the fresh cut scabbing on his cheek. “Yet that does not explain your desire to commit one of the worst sins against oneself, as much as God. You claim you have a loved one waiting for you. Your fiancée.”

         “Mina,” he breathed. The word left him like prayer. “Yes, Mina is at home. I could not let them keep me. Not like that.”

         “Yet you would end yourself rather than go home to your Mina? You appear to have fought terribly to get as far as you have.”

         “I did not think clearly. I am not thinking clearly.” His throat bobbed with a dry gulp. “The trouble is I can no longer tell if I am safe to return to her. They did it, you see. Him. The sisters. They got what they wanted. Those three, they almost dragged me back that night in the forest. Perhaps they might have if they were not so eager for the meal. They took their turns right there in the clearing just as he had his in the bedroom. But they overindulged. Even depleted, I was still able to slip them, content as ticks as they were. Or else they allowed me to escape, knowing what would become of me.

         “Yet it was so strange, Sister. The blood, the pain, they happened. But by sunrise, the evidence was gone. I got to the trains still thinking it may have been a nightmare. I was so focused on the worst of possibilities; perhaps it had invented the scenes of room and forest alike to purge itself. Which feels absurd. I did not imagine the fear any more than I imagined their cold hands or the ivory pins of their teeth. Unless I did. Unless, unless, unless. That has been my state since I fled the place. Especially since I truly do not feel the pain in my throat or find the wounds. Gone, all.

         “If I am suddenly mad, I am no longer worthy to be with Mina. If I am not mad, if what happened was reality, then I fear I am not safe to be with her. Not until I know for certain that, as sure as the Devil inflicted his kin upon me, God has done me the mercy of a miracle. The bite came more than once. I was siphoned and marked. But come daylight, any sign was erased. I have prayed for answers. For confirmation to prove one answer is truer than the others. As yet, I still cannot tell. All possibilities have their drawbacks.

         “I dread to be mad. I dread the idea that the Hell I left and all its smiling devils were real. But at least the third, with its blessing, also proves the kindness of God in blotting out the monsters’ parting gift. For that, I pray most.” Jonathan Harker blinked up at her, the greater bulk of his desolation evaporating away into a simpler mask of request. “May I ask you for one thing, Sister?”

         “What is that, Jonathan?”

         “I should like to be held here at least a month. Regardless of how well or ill I appear, I plead for a month, barred in by the Cross and steadier heads than mine. More than anything, I require trustworthy senses that can observe objectively, with God’s eye over your shoulder. Whatever expenses shall be incurred by my stay, I can give you information and addresses to see to payment; as well as, if it is allowed, a surplus to aid those who come after me. Is such an arrangement possible?”

         “It is, Jonathan, absolutely. But I would ask you something in return. Two things.”

         “What are they?”

         “The first, that you feel free to call me Sister Agatha. The second, that you will eat fully at your next meal.”

         “I will, Sister Agatha.”

           Now clearly set upon his own deadline of a month, the restraints were undone, though a watch was kept to ensure he did not have another grisly change of heart. With the exception of the man’s persistent nervousness and fitful sleep, the larger part of his trouble should only have been the fever. Indeed, under more ignorant circumstances, Sister Agatha would gladly have assigned all the strangeness of his stay to that dreary illness.

         The poor fellow seemed in a constant state of warmth, saturating his clothes and the sheets with perspiration like a boiling clockwork. Neither medicine nor ice seemed to blunt the heat. A fact that was not made better with the young man’s insistence that he was scarcely aware of his own temperature. Certainly not half so much as he was aware of things beyond the small world of his sickroom.

         For instance:

         “Did they ever find the culprit who took Frau Brodbeck’s ring?”

         The name struck her like a cold pin.

         “Pardon?”

         He must have seen some accusation in her face, for he half-hid behind his glass of water. Still, he nodded at the door.

         “From the room across the hall,” he murmured. “The lady there, Greta Brodbeck, found me reading last night. I flatter myself that my German must have gotten better to understand her, for she spoke all in a rush.”

          Sister Agatha felt an entire bouquet of icicles sink in her bowels.

          “That was—that is how Frau Brodbeck speaks as a rule, Jonathan. Barely a pause to breathe.” As she said it, her own breath cramped in her throat. “What was it she said to you?”

           “She insisted her wedding band was stolen and swapped with a paste replacement. She says to confront Dr. Weiss about it, for she claims the thief is one of his new hires, some fellow with a mole under his right eye. Her band had a diamond and two rubies. The swapped ring she showed me has a dull crystal and a spray of false emeralds. She seemed quite upset about it, as she’s to leave the hospital soon and none of the staff have listened to her about the matter.”

         “Well, that will not do. This is the first I have heard of it, but I know there is time. She does not leave until the morning,” Sister Agatha said, impressed at her own placidity. It was the stillness of thin ice over a lake wild with life swimming in frenzy, but it held. She even smiled. “I will bring it up with Dr. Weiss.” Before she could reach the door, there was a creak as Jonathan sat up in bed.

         “Before you go...”

          “Yes?”

          “Do you know whose dog it is on the grounds out there?” She turned to blink at him. 

           “What dog do you mean?”

           “The one that was barking under the window last night. I confess, it frightened me at first. Imagination almost remade it into a wolf and I have had more than my share of the creatures. Transylvania and Munich both seemed intent on inflicting their company. But the pitch out there,” he gestured to the window, “was wrong. The bark was too deep to be anything other than some large purebred’s noise. I managed to hobble to the window to look for it, but I only caught sight of it running off around the hospital’s east corner. Certainly big enough to pass for a wolf, but for the shape of it.”

           Saying so aloud brought some measure of relief to his tired features. Sister Agatha smiled in turn, now with less performance in its upturned corners.

            “I’d not realized we were playing host to the animal. We would have heard if it was bothering the patients, so it must have snuck in some way and fled again.” Jonathan nodded at this, cloudy eyes rolling to the window.

            “Perhaps it’s lost. Some household may have misplaced a family member.”

            “We shall keep an eye out should it return. Try to rest, Jonathan--and please, do let someone know if you need help leaving the bed next time.”

            Sister Agatha left him as he gave her his assent. 

            She waited until she was at least three doors away before her idle step turned into a brisk march. 

             Six doors turned it into a pace just short of a jog  down to the building’s bowels.

             Greta Brodbeck was waiting for her there, as patient as any corpse pending delivery to those with the duty of collection. In this case, her granddaughter. The ring on her wedding finger was as Jonathan described it. Faux crystals presented to him by an incensed old woman who had been dead most of the day before. The same Jonathan, she knew from the staff, who continued to break his bedridden streak only to force himself around in unsteady circuits of his room for his legs’ sake, to use the facilities, or to stare out the window. With the exception of his failed dog-watching, this was always done with a steadying arm and another’s assistance.

           He had never been down to the morgue. He never even left his room.

           These facts were shelved in the cellar of Sister Agatha’s mind as she went to Dr. Weiss, claiming to recognize the ring as a fake, and to ask the new young man, Arnold Baum, about where the diamond and ruby original might be. It took little pressing to force the fellow’s truth and the ring out of him, along with some hastily engineered tale to do with a sick relative, or perhaps a friend, who desperately needed the money, and really, Frau Brodbeck was hardly going to miss such a thing…

           The trouble sorted, Sister Agatha briefly thought of telling Jonathan what state Frau Brodbeck was in when she made her complaint to him.

           Would a ghost story help a man in his condition? Yes, it could be a miracle. It could also be a fantastic illusion born of the fever. All he would see is a tally mark to the monstrous theory he now holds about himself and the shadows of the world. Hush, Agatha.

          Even so, she battled herself over it.

           She found her fretting was moot upon her next visit. One she had put off until the evening, almost hoping he was too drowsy for pleasantries. But when she opened the door, she found Jonathan propped up in a chair beside the window. Grated as it was, he was allowed to let the glass up for a much-needed breeze. He was peering down at something when she came in. Smiling. 

         For a moment, Sister Agatha thought it hung strangely on him. Like a carved slit more than a true expression.

         “What has you in such a fine mood, Jonathan?”

         “Mm?” He blinked and the smile flickered out of place. “Apologies, my mind floated off for a moment. Do I seem in a fine mood?”

          “You were smiling at something.”

           “Was I? Oh, well, there was good news today, wasn’t there?” The smile returned, this one less static. “Frau Brodbeck stopped in to tell me you rescued her ring in time for her exit. She was most grateful. Though there were some parting words she had regarding the thief that I doubt I should repeat.”

           Sister Agatha felt the blood drop out of her face even as she buttressed her own smile. Jonathan seemed to note this and was on the verge of a question Sister Agatha was still unsure how to answer, when a dog began to bark. The young man whipped his head back around so quickly she worried something might snap. Instead, he leaned into the glass and the strange smile curled again.

         “I’m here, I’m here. Hello again!” His eyes swept back to her. They seemed even more faded against the exhausted bruise-brown shadows that ringed his gaze. The grey had faded almost to a misty hue. She thought briefly of Greta Brodbeck’s dead stare as she returned her stolen ring. The eyelids had cracked open in the interim between visits, revealing the clouding that marked all cadavers’ eyes within days. They seemed to watch her now, set in Jonathan Harker’s living face. “It’s our visitor,” he laughed. “He really is a hefty one. There must be some hole in the fence he’s wedging through.”

          As if in answer, another bark sounded. It was a thunderous noise. The kind that belonged to breeds made for fighting bears and winning. Sister Agatha joined him at the window. She followed his gaze out and down to what looked like a black mountain on legs. True, the shape of it denied any lupine heritage, but its stature was gigantic. Two children could ride on its back without buckling, perhaps three.

          Children with no fear of death, her thoughts amended.

           The iron-dark hound stared up at their window with eyes made lambent in the lights of the hospital and the bright half-moon. Almost yellow. Its stare never broke to blink.

           “Watch,” Jonathan whispered, not looking from the dog. He moved slowly aside, away from the frame, until he was no longer visible through the grate. The dog barked again. It boomed loud enough to shock the heart. Jonathan chuckled and bowed back into view. The black dog settled. It did not wag its tail, nor did it pace or whine. Only watched the Englishman watch it. As if she’d spoken aloud, he nodded and hummed, “He’s a serious one. Some manner of working dog.”

           “It could be,” Sister Agatha agreed, trying to distract herself with squinting for a collar hidden in the black pelt. “Yet no one I asked mentioned any sightings of him and no one has come to call about their missing pet.”

           “Not a pet,” Jonathan told the grate. “He is self-employed and takes his duties seriously when they come to him. But now he waits on his associate. The white dog.”

          “There’s another?”

          “Not yet. But soon.” There was a languid note to the words she did not care for. Turning, she saw that Jonathan seemed to have fallen asleep sitting up. His shut eyes still faced the window. “Black dogs do much. But the white dog is made for more. It smiles and laughs even when it hates. Hurts. Most of all when it is hungry.” His temple rested against the window frame, the dark eyelids revealing the dance and twitch of a dreaming mind. A small sound leaked out of him. Something that stuttered in a way that could have wept or giggled. His lips split over his teeth in a hard grin as tears traced his cheeks. Then, plaintive as a child, “I do not want the white dog to come.”

          Sister Agatha roused him just enough to guide him to the bed where he sank down on top of the sheets, shaking and cooking in his own illness. When she went back to the window, the black dog was gone. She spoke to the others, warning them of the massive hound and insisting on a search of the surrounding fence for gaps it might be winnowing through. None cared to think of what damage such a creature might do to patients or staff cornered outdoors. Yet daylight revealed no openings in gate or fence suitable to be its threshold.

           Regardless, the black dog returned the following night. On many nights more. According to Jonathan, it did not bark so long as it could see him. But despite his initial fondness for the animal, or what passed for fondness on realizing it was not a wolf, he now dreaded his visitor.

          “It knows things I don’t,” he told Sister Agatha, led again to his sweat-soaked bed. “It knows what the white dog will do, what the white dog will demand if it gets to me here. And it will. Frau Brodbeck told me so. She seemed sorry to tell me. And—such an absurd thing to say!—she claimed I could take what I needed when the white dog came. I did her the service of the ring, so she would do a service in turn. Isn’t that strange?”

         He giggled and sweated and sobbed into his pillow until sleep dragged him down. Said sleep twisted and twitched terribly, his dreams full of hunting and hauntings, a gibberish of pleas flying from him in supplication to God, to dogs, and to some unknown specter:

         “I do not want it, I don’t want any, please, I don’t…”

          Far more bitter fits mingled fear and wrath against those initial demons who ushered him into their haven, making his lip curl and hands clutch violently at the air:

          “Why do you walk and talk and feast? Why do you not fester in your box? Why are you not the prey of your pets, of the birds and the flies? Come, my friend, let me take you home…”

          All the while, he burned hotter and hotter within the oven of his flesh. Almost three weeks of this wretchedness passed before he reached his hottest point. The thermometer screamed red to its tip. They prepared an ice bath.

         He let them carry him to the tub’s edge, but insisted on stripping under his own power. This he did without blushing before his audience. Such might have been taken as an improvement if he had not continued to claw mindlessly at himself—as though his skin were a last stubborn garment to be removed. He let the attendants’ hands stop his own without fuss. The grey eyes, now so wan around the pupils they were almost gone, tipped wildly in their sockets.

        His only words were a sing-song burble:

        “Burning above in old lands of sand, cool in the graves below. They burrow deep and they burrow far, where only dead and worms know. One of the dogs taught me that. Can you guess which, Sister Agatha?” His laughter came in a soft mad stream between his bared teeth, giddy as a hyena.

         At least until his eyes rolled entirely into his head and his mind rolled away with them. When they brought him out of the bath, the ice had melted and he was solidly, implacably unconscious. He did not stir through the rest of the day. Nor the night. Nor the day after that.

       “His temperature is dropping.”

        “Good. I have yet to see a fever so stubborn in its breaking. It’s a wonder he did not set the bed alight, poor boy.”

        “Doctor. His temperature has been dropping two degrees every hour.”

          Down, down, down, out of fever and into a frigid cold. The window was shut, blankets were piled, and warmth was fed thinly into the cool statue that was Jonathan Harker. His breath was the only sign they were not nursing a corpse. On the second night, Sister Agatha was stirred from a brisk nod she took for a nap.

         The black dog was barking again. That she felt the tremor of it in her chest failed to surprise her. Even Greta Brodbeck’s presence did not manage a shock.

         “Because you are dreaming,” Sister Agatha insisted to herself. “You are dreaming and you will wake and all that makes sense now will make none then.”

         Is this a dream? the dead woman asked in her usual rush. So Sister Agatha assumed. Frau Brodbeck’s lips did not move and the words were not words. Yet she did speak. Are you certain?

         Sister Agatha was on her feet now, knowing she had to be out. Jonathan could not appease that awful hound as he was. Frau Brodbeck walked with her. She was dressed in her fine funereal attire and her ring winked prettily as they marched down the halls. None were there to see them. Sister Agatha could not bring herself to call for anyone.

         If it was a dream, it would not matter. If it was not, what would happen if they saw what she did? What would happen if they didn’t?

         Her attention flicked back to her companion. Frau Brodbeck seemed as whole as the day she was taken away for burial. And yet there seemed to be something hidden beneath the wrinkled shell of her. A secret and unpleasant core.

         “Is your soul not at rest, Greta?”

         I rest. He eats.

         The black dog barked.

         Something barked back.

         It froze Sister Agatha as surely as bolts driven through both feet. The sound of it was not powerful for its volume, nor did it carry the same implicit threat of the black dog. Yet it struck deeper for the...what? The wrongness. 

          Yes, the wrongness of it. It ate through her ears, burrowed in the coils of her brain like insects and flourished there, sending a pestilence rippling outwards. Bile leapt in her throat, gooseflesh shriveled her skin, and a noxious pit fell open in her stomach that could not decide between a reaction of revulsion or terror.

           “That is not a dog,” she heard herself croak. “It cannot be a dog.”

            It is and it is not. Leave him be, Agatha. He will be a good boy once he’s done.

             Another thunderclap bark from the black dog. Another eldritch answer from his companion. It nearly cackled.

            “Greta, is that the white dog out there?”

             When Frau Brodbeck did not answer, Sister Agatha turned to her. Regret slammed through her like a giant’s open hand.

             Greta Brodbeck was only a third there. A rotten Greta, a piecemeal Greta, more skeleton than flesh in the remains of her burial garb. Only her left hand was perfectly intact, along with its ring. The maggots had given those fingers the courtesy of being their final stop. Elsewhere they were busy weaving in and out of the pallid scraps of meat still left on the rest of her bones. Even that was sparse.

           For the other two thirds of Greta Brodbeck had been stolen. Snapped bones jutted from the residual decay, with the marks of great animal teeth and clawed gouges making even this much ragged. It was as if she had been worried at by wolves. Or—

           Bark, bark.

           What remained of Frau Brodbeck’s face smiled. Half her head was too stripped of meat to do anything else.

           Do not worry. I will not miss such a little thing. She raised her left hand—the only hand—and laid it on Sister Agatha’s shoulder. The grip was light, but solid. Cold. If you look, you will regret it.

           Sister Agatha blinked. She was alone in the hall. She remained alone, still hearing the barking of the things that were not dogs.

           “This must be a dream. I would not do this otherwise.”

           For she found herself almost running out into the terrain of the hospital grounds. She was struck only for a heartbeat by the tilted beauty of the night; an alien landscape of flowers and gates and hills she did not know under the pale moonglow. But this respite ended with mayfly speed and any bud of poetry withered and died with it.

          Sister Agatha saw the dogs.

          The black dog, a hill of fur and lantern eyes, sat as if posed for a portrait. There were no features to it but the eyes, the shape, and the vivid white daggers of its teeth. A decayed human calf was clamped in them. At its feet, slowly disappearing down a different gullet, was a tidy heap of rotting anatomy. Bones and meat and a tumble of organs on which flies and moths hopped, taking their minor fills before the greater maw descended. The maw of the white dog.

          The latter was a vision that offended immediately and entirely. Not least because it was a creature that seemed stretched and pressed into the rough mold of a man. The result was a horrid pastiche of both.

           It sat stooped on its haunches, the back turned to her as the head bowed low and tore at human gristle. It had hands to hold its meal close, thickly knuckled and set with heavy claws. A hide that was an imperfect tint of deathly grey-white pallor and a dim living brown sheathed the botched architecture of bone and muscle. Its only note of true white was the hair. The bulk of its wild pelt stood along head, shoulders and the stark ladder of the spine. Sister Agatha thought abstractly of mange.  

           Her hand went to the Cross as God’s words came through her lips. Hearing her, the black dog slowly raised its head. Sister Agatha spoke louder. Faster. The black dog growled once around its mouthful of leg. Sister Agatha knew at once that the black dog could split her with paw or jaw if the urge came.

          It was older than the names men had given it. Older than the English’s fatal joke of the church grim, older than Black Shuck. Older than any title breathed upon humanity’s dirt. Older than the hammer and nail and the Son destined to dangle from the trinket at her neck. The black dog had a duty to a force as old as life itself.

         Do not interrupt.

         “Deliver us—deliver us,” the words were caught in her. “Deliver us from—,”

          The white dog turned to look at her. Its mouth was a huge and impossible hollow. It hung wide and grinning as a serpent’s mouth. Just the size for the head staring out at her between the vise of teeth.

          Jonathan Harker’s dead gaze met hers just as the jaws snapped shut.

           “Sister! Sister! Agatha, it’s alright!”

           She woke to a circle of wide-eyed faces hovering over her. One was Sister Klara paused in the act of bringing salts to her nose. Another was Dr. Weiss, looking near a faint himself. The third was—

           “Jonathan?”

           The young man had stumbled from his bed to come crouch and worry with the others. She recognized the his room, albeit seen from the wrong angle. For some reason she was on the floor.

           “Good morning,” he tried to laugh. She found it somehow relieving that he couldn’t. The relief redoubled at the sight of his eyes—grey, yet unclouded. Bright.

           “What is this? What’s happened?”

           “What happened is you were screaming loud enough to scare the birds,” said Dr. Weiss.

            “You were already on the floor,” Sister Klara added, tucking the salts away. “We thought it was a fit until Jonathan pointed out you were asleep.”

             “I tried to wake you,” Jonathan murmured, “but at the time I assumed I was still dreaming too.” This time he managed a true and sheepish smile. It sat right on him. “Not a good night’s sleep for either of us, it seems.”

             Sister Agatha muttered an agreement and spent the next twenty minutes trying to shoo ensuing questions from her fellows the way one swats at flies. It was not until late afternoon that she returned to check in on Jonathan. Though his hands trembled, he was making steady progress through a meal, forkfuls of beef disappearing one after the other.

           “I think this is the first time since you arrived that you have eaten with any appetite.”

           “Mm?” he hummed, still chewing. He swallowed hastily and fidgeted with apology. “I think you’re right. A belated gluttony, but for a special occasion.”

           “What occasion is that?”

           “A twofold celebration. The first, that my latest temperature sees me at 37 °C, and it appears to be holding. The second being our point on the calendar.” Here a bittersweet sort of joy lit him up. Washed out and lean though he remained, Sister Agatha could not deny there was some new ember of vigor struggling to stoke a fire in him. “It has been over thirty days since I arrived here. In those thirty days, yes, I was sick. Last night was…” The chipper new edge to his features wavered. He had laid aside his tray and now rested both hands—rather, clamped them—upon a book in his lap. The only volume he had on his person when the hospital collected him. The only one he had read and reread during his stay.

            A small traveler’s journal, a third of its pages made dark with writing. To her knowledge, he had not asked for pen or pencil since coming. He gripped the little book until his knuckles showed white.

           “It was a particularly bad one, if only in my head.”

           The hands relaxed. He brightened again.

           “Yet that itself should be taken as good news. It and the passage of time have, at the very least, provided an overdue confirmation. Whatever concerns lay ahead for me now, they are not the ones I feared most. I will take whatever victories I can in this state. All that said, I think I am about due to take my troubles off your shoulders. To that end, I would ask for one final piece of help.”

             It was the 12th of August when Sister Agatha wrote the letters he could not, sending them the same day. There was no barking in the night.

            It was the 24th of August when Mina Murray arrived, boiling over with equal parts relief and dismay at the sight of her fiancé. The latter feeling was not helped by the revelation that his current state was a vast improvement to how he had arrived. Still, the couple left St. Joseph and Ste. Mary’s happy, for the Superior saw over their wedding vows right there in Jonathan’s room. They departed as husband and wife and many remarked that there were few couples of greater health or wealth who could boast even a fraction of the joy carried by that blissful pair.

           Sister Agatha felt a warm release unfold in her chest as she watched Jonathan Harker depart. A tired young man, his dark hair still feathered with that premature sprinkle of white, but one who transformed with every look at his beloved into the handsome youth he must have been before his shock fractured him. As if Mina Harker’s presence alone were medicine and the fellow’s brain was finally sending orders to mend the body into a presentable shape. She wished the couple well, asked the Lord to shelter them, and rejoiced at another silent night.

          It was the 26th of August when Sister Agatha received belated word that there had been some madman at work in a churchyard not a day’s ride away. This she heard from one of the hospital’s cooks.

         “Happened two weeks ago, my brother said. Some vandal tore up our poor Frau Brodbeck’s plot. Some fools have tried to put it on wolves, but it is so much ignorance. Wolves have food enough aboveground. They would not put a pack’s efforts into digging up the lady’s fine coffin and rattling her old bones apart.”

         “How do you mean?” Sister Agatha asked, praying against an answer. The cook shook her head without lifting it from her work. A hen deprived of its bones, chopped fine, then finer. Something greasy moved in Sister Agatha’s throat at the sight.

         “They found her coffin pried open and most of the dear woman torn away. I expect they blamed wolves more than any graverobber or lunatic because her wedding ring was left alone. Even madmen, they think, would not have left the jewelry behind. But Lorant says it must have been a man and a dog, for all the paw prints tearing up the earth about the spot. Which I take to be doubly evil, if I may say it. Staining one’s own hands with such vile work is one thing. Dragging one of God’s kindest creatures into it is cruel. The poor things are too loyal not to go along with their master’s whims and there are such fiends in the world who would abuse it…”

          Sister Agatha nodded and excused herself.

           There was no barking that night either. She dreamed just the same.

          In it, Jonathan Harker had finished the supper of Greta Brodbeck and proceeded to eat himself bite by laughing bite.

                                                  SANITARIUM SUITE

            Cozening the madman at the window was taking more time than he would normally have suffered if the need were urgent.

            As it was to be the first misdirection of many, the lunatic’s invitation would need to happen soon to cement what the valiant knights would declare the timeline of their remaining woman’s violation. The Penelope to her friend’s Helen. He had intended to collect them as a pair anyway, but circumstances had altered his itinerary. Surprises abounded.

           Her aid in the would-be crusade, for one.

           Jonathan Harker for another.

           Oh, but it had taken all his will, and no small amount of interest in another notable face, not to turn his head in Piccadilly as the young man spotted him. All the while gawping and shaking against his wife. If he had not reached out and pressed his screeching mind down to sleep on the bench, his and Mrs. Harker’s small holiday would have been spoiled, and that would not do.

           Now here was the lovely couple again. Hale and happy and dreaming whatever the righteous dream of.

           He had gained entry to the sanitarium scarcely an instant after the young doctor offered it as their personal sanctum to operate from. Dr. John Seward thought himself a king of this meager castle, his subjects either loyal or too disempowered to do any ill against him. But, like with so many soft rulers of the age, he lost sight of how easy even the strongest foundation could be chipped at with an axe of gold.

           In a guise, he had feigned the role of a man seeking a place to store an ‘unwell’ wife. Might he have leave to examine the cells? Cost was no object and he would not cast his dear madwoman into anything but the finest of padded boxes. He had been toured about the place, the madman of the window being already pressed to sleep and his prey busily fussing over his demise floors above. In, out, and gone with the stamp of invitation carried away for future use. Such as now.

          Now, when the deeper part of true sleep was pulled ever deeper, until the Harkers drowsed too heavily for dreams. The girl would know nothing of his presence until future visits masked him in the veil of a nightmare. Her young man would not know him at all. Not for some time.

         He took a moment to idle once the fog congealed to flesh and bone. His pacing went soundlessly around the room as he lifted this, nudged that. He pondered the merits of silently rearranging the entire room’s furnishings, including the bed and its sleepers, for the lot of them to wake to. It would almost be worth it to imagine their faces. The thought tickled enough to make him lay a plotting hand on the headboard.

         But no, it would be too much a waste. They did not know of his premature access and it was best to keep them blind until the madman caved to him. There was time enough to play later. For now, work. Insomuch as he could call the matter any sort of labor.

        He circled to Mina Harker’s side of the bed and lifted the whorls of hair off her neck. Simple access. But on the chance that her husband or their assembled champions had the wit to check one another’s throats, a less obvious location was called for. And really, he had started this excursion in the spirit of holiday. Why not indulge?

        Pressing at the couple’s minds again, he sank them just short of a comatose stupor, then peeled away the covers. Her nightdress was already rucked suitably high. The mark he left upon the handle of her hip was small. A pinprick that might be attributed to any number of scratches and jabs from her daily ensemble. More, unless she was the sort to twirl bare before the mirror, only her husband would manage to spot the pinpricks. Despite the young man’s experience, even he would not recognize so meager a wound.

         His bite broke her skin as daintily as toothpicks sinking into fresh bread. One sip. Another. Done.

          The impatient hedonist in him stamped its feet and demanded a deeper drink; such a small nip was barely enough to slick his teeth.

          “A moment, a moment,” he hummed to himself. He slit his finger on a canine. “Business comes first.”

           The cut dripped a murkier red than living blood, but it was his, and that was key. With one hand he parted the girl’s lips and slid the bleeding digit down onto her tongue. The blood ran on its destined route. A pitifully dull sight compared to what was to come. He had rehearsed the eventual pose in his mind a dozen times already, likewise the inevitable gnashing of fangs and wicked litanies. Even clever children needed pageantry to goad them along now and then. His theatre with Mrs. Harker was destined to be one of his gaudier performances. The people of this land were such cringing sorts. A glimpse of his bloodied breast in her shrieking mouth would stick them all like a hot spur. Especially her dozing neighbor.

           “I wish I could be there as it happens,” he whispered to the sleeping faces. He took the finger back and saw, to no surprise, it had healed already. His knuckle tipped her chin up until the mouth closed. “I know there will be much more to see. Far greater sights to share.” His hand drifted to Jonathan Harker’s head and crawled in the brown-white field of hair. The hand crept to the shelf of his cheek as he traced the vanished trail of that slipped razor. “But I hate that the game needs so much distance in this stage.”

            His claw swiped open a new red line. He bent to it, tasting the cut until, as before, it sealed. The young man slept on.

            He floated away to the cupboards and drawers of the little space. Here was the typewriter standing like a beacon of temptation on the desk. It would take only the smallest note to upheave them all:

            My Friend,

                  Thank you for tonight’s drink and those before it. See you soon.

                                                                                            —D

             Again he resisted.

             Though not quite enough to ignore the collection of typed memorandum Mrs. Harker had amassed. Hours crept by as his practiced gaze flew through the assorted narratives. Much of it bored him to the point of pain, bar the doctor’s description of his poor Helen—ah, no, Lucy—and her cruel demise. He had felt her destruction even at a distance, like the severing of a limb. Brisk as their time had been, she had been his, and the robbery would have demanded recompense even if the knights were not striving for his end.

           “When the time comes,” he told the shape of Mrs. Harker, “do not take your new lot as my seeking a mere replacement. I mean that sincerely. It will be a revenge. You have done sizable work here,” he rustled the pages, “and are deserving of a retribution for your own sake. I would not short you such a private attention.”

          There was scarcely anything else worth noting beyond the scant half-truths the Dutchman was feeding them. It was pleasing to see that the nonsense with the garlic flowers and the crucifixes had been swallowed like honey with only a few days’ playacting and toying with the wolf. He wondered if they would get to the Wafer trick with him before the game moved to the next phase.

          Setting aside this latest drudgery, he thumbed until he found a surprise wedged near the bottom of the stack, a buried treasure. His eyes flashed like suns as he turned the horrid crescent of his smile to the man in the bed.

          “You kept a diary? Wherever did you hide it?”

           Mr. Harker stayed silent on the matter. So he remained as his translated entries were devoured page by page. His reader nearly sulked as the section reached its end. The newer entries were perused, but there was little enough intrigue in them. Nothing but loving foam and earnest goodwill and yet more swooning over the apparent genius of the Dutchman. Yet there was some gold to sift from the dirt. Of the two ills that had rattled him since his miraculous departure, it had been the fear of madness more than monsters that wounded his spirit. Uncertainty had been the thing to unmoor him. Even a reality populated with demons could be shouldered so long as he knew it to be reality.

           “Good man,” his reader intoned. “Too many take the opposite turn. They break and never repair. But look at you, my friend. Ready to hunt once the goal is set. It is almost worth it to have you run away from home.”

            Smiling, he set the typed pages back where he found them. It was even shorter work to unearth the journal itself. No longer afraid of spies, the good solicitor had tucked the slim volume under his pillow. His wife had done likewise. Still in the damned shorthand, he saw. He had intended to begin studying the art of that curt cipher once he was established in his desired estates. Rather, as fate had conspired, if he was settled. He shook his head. Such a thin holiday, this!

           A last impetuous urge tugged at him to make off like a burglar with the journals. Perhaps even the typewriter. The pens, the pencils, the paper, the ink…

          “No, I will not,” he sighed and tucked the diaries back in their places, laying the sleeping heads back in the dents of their pillows. “A poor attempt at our old fun is no reason to spoil our time to come.” He walked his nails under Mr. Harker’s jaw. “Thirsty work lays ahead, my friend. Would you mind terribly? Your darling scarcely spared a drop.” His young friend gave wordless assent. “My thanks.”

         Memory rolled back to that final night shared in June, the pretense dead, the door swung open, the crucifix’s nettle-sting cast away with a swat as the awaited meal was thrust screaming into his teeth. His friend had been far too addled with consciousness to be pressed into sleep or trance. No, it had come down to the comic tragedy of a struggle. He almost laughed now to think of how the shaving razor had been waiting behind the crucifix, wanting to harvest something from the expected thief.

          Again, too fast for such flailing.

          He had drunk deep with his friend awake and hating and wetly muted against any prayer that might have come to mind. Finished, he had snatched the razor away and left his guest to mull the next night and those to follow with his eager keepers. Good-night, good-night, my friend, thank you for all you have given.

          Once away, he had related much of the scene to his loves before their laughing lot shut themselves in to sleep. Not to worry, not to worry, the young man was not depleted. Nor would he ever be, should all go well. Too much good evidence suggested it would. Even Mr. Harker’s escape from his hostesses was a positive sign.

           “Do not think I failed to notice all you did not write, my friend,” he spoke against the unmarred throat. “Was it because you thought it brought no merit, leaving them as a living man? Or because you knew others would read the whole of it? What would she think of that night? Of all the ones before it?” The spires of his teeth shined. “I wonder.” They slid into the pulse with perfect neatness.

          The sleeping face hardly twitched. Seconds passed. A minute. Then he was unhooked from the red fountain and nursing the residue from his gums. The punctures closed before he counted to ten. He drummed his fingers over the spot.

          “Much quicker than our misadventure in Munich, yes? I thought that fretting little soldier might have gone after you even with the officer there. He almost popped your skull even before he saw the mark. I do wish that scene had made it to your diary, if only to see how you might scramble to make it rational. Did you disregard it as imagination? What do you think of it now, my friend?” He bent until his mouth was nearly in the shell of the young man’s ear. “I have saved you more than once since you first crossed the water. Despite how you chose to repay me.” He took up one of the sleeper’s hands and pressed the fingers to the unchanged scar upon his white brow. “I would be most annoyed at this if it did not prove me right. A shovel, Jonathan! Of all things!”

          He bit back a tide of laughter and laid the limp hand down upon Mrs. Harker.

          “No, please, you need not apologize now, nor pour out your thanks. All will be mended in due time. We have aided each other already, as is only right for friends.” He righted the clothes and the covers until the couple was as they’d been. “My Harkers, my Harkers. We have such work before us. And play, where it can be taken.” He was all but vapor now. Eyes and a smile pinned to smoke. “I look forward to it.” 

         With that, the last of him faded and leaked away into the far corners of the night.

[purefandomonium]

Welcome to my thesis about how Kane sees Red as more than just a convenient anti-Mike attack dog.

Warning: this is suuuuper long, will have many spoilers, and is really just me rambling about my thoughts and opinions more than anything "factual." I've been rewatching a few episodes of Motorcity and this has been eating at me.

So. To start this off, I wanna talk about Kane and Mike. We all know how Mike viewed Kane as a father-figure, how he trusted him with every fiber of his being, and how he really thought Deluxe was for the greater good. We know how Mike feels about it now that he's left Kane Co and started fighting for Motorcity. But what about Kane?

"You were like a son to me!" carries so much more weight than Mike's musings about believing in Kane. In the very first episode, Kane immediately jumps to how betrayed he was by Mike defecting. He makes it very clear that there's some personal vendetta behind his goal to crush Motorcity. I suspect if Mike hadn't created the Burners, regardless of whether or not he left Deluxe, Kane wouldn't be so diabolical in his efforts to gain control of the city. It seemed like up until that point, he was fine with having bots act as security and sending demolition crews to make way for his empire. None of the other gangs seem interested in stopping this.

Kane's the kind of guy that likes to personally dish out death. He'll only sit back and let his underlings and bots handle it until he feels certain he'll get what he wants. He shows up to the fight in the first episode when the others are out of commission and Mike's vulnerable. He wants to be there to watch the stolen cars burn in Like Father, Like Daughter. He stands at the top of his tower, unguarded, as Mike's about to be delivered to him in Off the Rack. And in A Better Tomorrow, he is both the one pretending to be Vega and the one to spearhead the destruction of Motorcity in his latest death-machine. Heck, Red even states to a captured Mike that Kane wanted to do Mike's execution himself. This is someone who wants to revel in victory, that's for sure. Moving on.

Then Mike Chilton left and became a threat. Not only did his best soldier betray him, but he outright turned against him. The kid he personally brought up to be the best, the one he put so much faith into, the son he never had, spat in his face and continues to do so.

Kane has a nasty temper. It's shown from the very first episode. When things don't go his way, he doesn't so much throw a tantrum, but he does have violent outbursts of rage. He may sick Tooley on the staff that angers him, but when it comes to Mike Chilton and the Burners, he's all too willing to go down there and dirty his hands if he's able.

While there's no official answer to how exactly Mike ended up in the whole cadet situation, my belief is this: He was born in Deluxe--or at least lived there as long as he could remember, depending on if I bring Capri into his backstory--and is an orphan. I like to think he got into Kane Co due to being childhood friends with Chuck, who was a gifted kid in some kind of intern program there, and he had an affinity for the military aspect. So he enlisted when he was old enough and blew everyone's socks off with his ability. This got the attention of Kane, who saw something in Mike the more he watched his skills grow. It lead to Kane personally raising him in a way, training him, seeing him as a potential successor of sorts. He'd never have made him head of Kane Co, that was always gonna be reserved for Julie, but I do think he'd have allowed Mike to be her second-in-command. The leader of the army and essentially her own version of Tooley, only with a brain.

It doesn't outwardly appear like much, and Kane certainly isn't one to let others see weakness, but it wasn't just about the loss of such a promising elite. It was about losing the kid he felt like he raised, the closest thing to a son he'd ever have. It's how Mike uses some of Kane's skills against him, like his combat skills, strategy, and even his charisma.

But enough about that. Let's talk about Red.

Red is, for all intents and purposes, a replacement for Mike. A better one, if Kane has anything to say about it. Red has the benefit of only being outwardly like Mike; he doesn't think like Mike. Red's ingenious and cunning, sure. He's got skills beyond even Mike's, as the latter has never been able to fairly defeat him in one-on-one combat. He's a competent driver to boot.

He's also blinded by anger, easily manipulated, and clearly not that bright, as anyone with common sense would see Kane as the enemy in his situation. All this is beneficial to the man in question. Kane sees that same ferocious determination that Mike has, only Red's not hindered by morals or justice. He's got a goal and he will see to it he succeeds, regardless of who he has to hurt or what lines he has to cross. Red clearly doesn't care that he's working with the enemy, his enemy, and Kane uses that to his advantage.

This is more my headcanon than anything, but I 100% believe that Kane's got some kind of failsafe inside Red's suit. I mean, come on. He's already proven he has no issue getting into Kane Co tower, and while one could argue that perhaps Kane knew Red would arrive and lowered security on purpose, I just don't see that as a risk he'd be willing to take. At the time, Kane only knew of Red's hatred for Mike. He didn't know why he hated him so much (and likely still doesn't know/doesn't care), and there's no way he knew Red didn't also have a grudge against him.

Red's powerful, skilled, and an excellent weapon against Mike, but Kane isn't one to trust people blindly. Not after the last time. He's not gonna make the same mistake twice. There's no telling when or if Red will snap and turn on him, or if he'll be convinced by Mike himself that's he's going after the wrong person. Heck, Red's basically feral and is just as likely to go after them both for any reason at all. He's... not entirely okay up there. So why wouldn't Kane have a way to stop him if he ever got out of control? If Red ever turned on Deluxe, Kane wouldn't hesitate to put him down like the rabid dog he sees him as. That fancy suit of his probably has a remote kill switch that will turn all that energy on himself, frying him like bacon.

As much as Kane tries to justify his use of Red, I do think it leaves him bitter. Not only is he risking his empire by letting the guy work for him (although that's pretty much bottom of the list because of the whole murder failsafe), but Red just isn't Mike. He has the traits Kane convinced himself were all that mattered to him, but he can't deny that having a violent, angsty Tooley that shoots lightning isn't really what he wanted. Red's only loyal to Deluxe because it gives him a means to get back at Mike. He's not there because he wants to be. He doesn't view Kane as anything other than the guy giving him missions and upgrades.

Red doesn't look up to him at all, and that leaves Kane with nothing more than a reminder of what he lost.

[best-bff-brawl]

Alright, guys, I have the template right here. I am planning on beginning the polls as quickly as possible, also credits to @/ mad-scientist-showdown for the original template.

You can still submit propaganda for any of these characters, (a few of em still have none :< )

Characters below the cut

Batch A...

Ash and Pikachu Vs Prompto Argentum and Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV)

Tatsuhisa Kamijo and Yuga Ohdo Vs Nabu and Riven (Winx Club)

Iruma Suzuki, Asmodeus Alice and Clara Valac (Welcome to the Demon School! Iruma-Kun) Vs Rowley Jefferson and Greg Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy kid)

Buhdeuce and SwaySway(BreadWinners) Vs Riz Gukgak and Fabian Aramaris Seacaster (Dimension 20's Fantasy High)

Gus and Hunter (The Owl House) Vs Kiri Sully and Spider Socorro (Avatar: The Way of Water)

Ashlynn Ella and Briar Beauty (Ever after high) Vs Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinksi (Teen Wolf)

Andre and Tori(Victorious) Vs Hailey Banks and Scott Denoga(Hailey's On it)

Alexa and Liana (Barbie and The Diamond Castle) Vs Longtae and Tian (A tale of 1000 stars)

Batch B...

Maya and Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) Vs Anne Boonchuy and Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

Stan and Ford (Gravity Falls) Vs Jack and Legosi (Beastars)

Mercedes and Anette(Fireemblem) Vs Phineas and Ferb

Flynn and Julie (Julie and the Phantoms) Vs Mei and MK (Lego Monkie Kid)

Mario and Luigi (Super Mario) Vs Spongebob and Patrick

Kaede Akamatsu and Shuichi Saihara (Danganronpa V3) Vs Mordecai and Rigby (Regular show)

Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings) Vs Pete and Porsche (Kinnporsche: The series)

Wayne and Raj (TD) Vs Ink and Pat (Bad Buddy)

Batch C...

Lilo and Stitch (Lilo and Stitch) Vs Sakura Kinomoto and Tomoyo Daidouji (Card Captor Sakura)

Noel Levile and Claire Elford (Witch's heart) Vs Kipo and Wolf (Kipo and the age of Wonderbeasts)

Cuphead and Mugman Vs William "Bill" S. Preston and Ted "Theodore" Logan (Bill and Ted's excellent adventure)

Candace Flynn and Stacy Hirano (Phineas and Ferb) Vs Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi (Haikyuu!)

Johnny Test and Dukey (Johnny Test!) Vs Ken and Hideyoshi (Tokyo Ghoul)

Magolor and Marx Vs Ja'far and Sinbad

Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade (The Outsiders) Vs Valt Aoi and Shu Kurenia (Beyblade Burst)

Sonic and Miles (Tails) Prower Vs Dr. Doofinshmirtz and Perry The Platypus (Phineas and Ferb)

Batch D....

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Alya Cesaire (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and ChatNoir) Vs Anakin Skywalker and R2D2 (StarWars)

Sam Puckett and Carly Shay (iCarly) Vs Joe Tazuna and Sara Chidouin

Sogo and Geiz (Karmen Rider) Vs Molly and Scratch (The Ghost and Molly McGee)

Glimmer and Bow(Shera-Princess of Power) Vs Ed Burger and Isabel Guerra (Paranatural)

Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington (Stranger things) Vs Bandana Dee and Kirby (Kirby)

Yami Yugi and Joey Wheeler (Yu-Gi-Oh) Vs Hurley Kane and Darren Lachance (Inazuma Eleven)

Red and Blue (Pokèmon) Vs Tiw and Tinn (My school President)

Jem and Will (Shadowhunters: The infernal devices) Vs Tiana and Charlotte (Princess and the frog)

[cringefailprogrammer]

Motorcity Splatoon au - General overview!

Mike Chilton, Formerly known as "Agent C"

- Inktoling (Inkling + Octoling)

- Also additionally mains the Krak-on Roller!

- Leader of the "Seamounts" (represented by an icon of an underwater volcano)

- Driver of Mutt

- Former KaneCo Agent and platoon captain

Chuck

- Inktoling (Inkling + Octoling)

- Mike's best friend and Copilot, obviously

- Driver of Blonde Thunder (Briefly)

- Former Kaneco army technician (Think Marina)

- Secret DJ?

Julie Kapulsky Kane

- Inktoling (unknowingly) specifically mixed with a mimic octopus.

- Driver of Ninelives

- Kaneco technician intern

- Mains the Undercover brella! (And sometimes the E-liter)

- A member of the Kaneco Idol duo, partnered with Claire

- Secretly Kane's daughter.

Texas

- Yeti Crab + Coconut Crab

- Driver of Stronghorn

- Mains Modified Tetra Dualies, Modified Dualie Squelchers, and Modified Grim Range Blaster

Dutch Gordy

- Inkling + Urchin

- Driver of Whiptail

- Artist and Mechanic

- Rescued an Octoball named Roth!

- Mains Modified Octobrush, Modified Splash-o-matic, and Modified Snipewriter

- Former Deluxe resident

Claire

- Octoling

- Deluxe Idol and Julie's best friend

- Doesn't participate in turf wars (YET!!)

- Weapon of choice is the heavy splatling (In red because of the FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!!)

Jacob

- Nautilus

- The Seamount's Guardian

- Driver of The Leviathan

- Really bad at cooking.

Abraham Kane

- Inkling

- Kaneco and Detroit Deluxe President

- Kind of like Octavio, but way less fun and cool. I love and respect Octavio. I do not love and respect Kane. (Kind of also has the Grizzco Capitalist aspect too, but i also love and respect Mr. Grizz)

- (Younger Version of Kane can be seen in the episode Ride of the Fantasy Vans)

The Duke of Detroit

- Inkling (Specifically Disco squid)

- I mean if youve seen the show everything I tell you wouldn't be a surprise.

- Probably mains some flashy shit like the .96 Gal Deco

- Probably calls himself a DJ and a Rockstar, doesn't play it during Turfwar because he doesn't respect it.

Kaia

- Former Octoling, mutated into a Salmonid

- Technically, a Queen Salmonid

- (FROTHY WATERS GETTING EAR PEIRCINGLY LOUD)

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I have a bunch of other characters done, but they're background characters, and thus, I'll update the post with them in a self-reblog. Also, I have alot of things to say that are series spoliers, so I'll probably keep them to myself or reply in messages asking about them.

Notes and Fun facts -

- The general music style of the Seamounts would hypothetically be a mix of all main bands from the splatoon series. (Eg. Squid Squad, Wet floor, C-Side) I have already gushed about this on discord, may as well send it here too!

splatoon Mike voiceclaims - Triple dip backup vocals, Undertow demo secondary Vocals (the fast part), Chopscrewey Backup Vocals, Don't slip masc vocals, Endolphin surge main vocals, Ink or sink chanting (during the metal)

splatoon Chuck voiceclaims - Undertow Demo (Intro Vocals), Seaskape, Kraken up support vocals, Higher Headhammer Vocals, Main triple dip vocals (I MEAN TRIPLE DIP IS LITERALLY JUST THE CHORD PROGRESSION OF THE MOTORCITY INTRO) Endolphin surge masc secondary vocals, Ink or sink chanting(during the metal)

splatoon Julie voiceclaims - Don't slip femme soundin vocals, Endolphin surge fem secondary vocals

splatoon Texas voiceclaims - Kraken up, Chopscrewey, Metalopod, Ink or sink metal vocals

splatoon Dutch voiceclaims - Ink or sink secondary vocals, specifically for the second call and response section, Undertow Launch ver opening Vocals

splatoon Claire voiceclaim - Shy-ho-Shy demo vocals!!

ALSO, CSIDE IS VERY MOTORCORE TO ME. GILLTY (A LOBBY SONG THEY'VE MADE) IS LITERALLY JUST MOTORCITY BGM.

End of rant!

- Chuck makes music under a fake name, and it probably has something to do with larping somewhat. Sounds like a mixture of dedfish, the artists of alterna, and sashimori. (Eg. New you Bisk ver)

- Chuck probably has a crush on Claire because of the whole idol thing.

- Technically, Motorcity has no idols, but splatfests still take place.

- Mike and Chuck often do league double battles with each other, but when in normal league, they bring along Dutch and Texas!

- Chuck is definitely a charger tryhard, he prides himself in his accuracy!

- The Seamounts made a special inktank for Texas!

- The deluxian army has kind of an octo expansion vibe to it but basked in white instead of grays and neons.

[how-classy2020]

Every Teenager in the Sims 4

(in alphabetical order by first name ofc)

Ash Harjo

World: Copperdale, Grade: C, Extracurricular/Job: Simfluencer

Aurelio Robles

World: San Sequoia, Grade: B

Baby Ariel

World: homeless, Grade: C, Note: Four star celebrity and immortal

Cassandra Goth

World: Willow Creek, Grade: C, Note: Iconic

Darling Walsh

World: San Myshuno, Grade: B, Note: I love them so much

Duane Talla

World: Sulani, Grade: C, Extracurricular/Job: Lifeguard

Gemma Charm

World: Glimmerbrook, Grade: B, Note: Spellcaster

Greta Laurent

World: Tartosa, Grade: A (haha nerd)

Hugo Villareal

World: Windenberg, Grade: C, Note: I always forget about him

Jacob Volkov

World: Moonwood Mill, Grade: A (haha nerd), Note: Werewolf

Jeb Harris

World: Evergreen Harbour, Grade C, Note: Iconic as well

Julie Brock

World: Homeless (comes with for Rent), Grade: C, Note: Potentially will stop being homeless once your sim becomes their landlord

Kaori Nishidake

World: Mt Komorebi, Grade: C, Note: I always forget that she's a teenager, she's also dating Kiyoshi Ito

Kevin Puri

World: Copperdale, Grade: C, Extracurricular/Job: Football

Kiyoshi Ito

World: Mt Komorebi, Grade: C, Note: Dating Kaori Nishidake

Luna Villareal

World: Windenberg, Grade: C

Luz Lopez

World: Ciudad Enamorada, Grade: C

Malcolm Landgraab

World: Oasis Springs, Grade: C, Note: Also an icon but unlike Cassandra, can't match up to his mother.

Molly Prescott

World: Copperdale, Grade: C, Job/Extracurricular: Chess Team

Morgan Fyres

World: Windenberg, Grade: C

Noah Kane

World: Copperdale, Grade: C, Job/Extracurricular: Football

Rahul Chopra

World: Henford-on-Bagley (also homeless), Grade: C, Job/Extracurricular: Grocery Deliverer, Note: Dating Rashida Watson

Rashida Watson

World: Henford-on-Bagley, Grade: C, Job/Extracurricular: Babysitter, Note: Dating Rahul Chopra

Rohan Elderberry

World: Britchester, Grade: A (haha nerd)

Savannah Price

World: Copperdale, Grade: C, Extracurricular/Job: Computer Team

Sidney Price

World: Copperdale, Grade: C, Extracurricular/Job: Cheerleader

Sofia Bjergsen

World: Windenberg, Grade: C

Wolfgang Munch

World: Windenberg, Grade C

Yuki Behr

World: Windenberg, Grade C, Note: Another who I thought was a young adult

Zhafira Cahyaputri

World: Tomorang, Grade: C, Job/Extracurricular: Babysitter

[breaniebree]

Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Three:

Luna Lovegood (13 February 1981) RAVENCLAW m. Rolf Scamander (13 November 1977) HUFFLEPUFF (2009): 1. Lorcan Xenophilius Scamander (11 July 2011) HUFFLEPUFF2. Lysander Harry Scamander (11 July 2011) RAVENCLAW3. Xara Pandora Scamander (13 September 2016) RAVENCLAW m. Everett Potter (21 October 2010) RAVENCLAW (2039): a) Hazel Ella Potter (2 September 2040) HUFFLEPUFF b) Galina Xara Potter (28 April 2042) RAVENCLAW c) Landon Everett Potter (19 June 2044) GRYFFINDOR d) Waverly Luna Potter (7 February 2046) RAVENCLAW

Harry Potter (31 July 1980) GRYFFINDOR m. Ginevra Weasley (11 August 1981) GRYFFINDOR (2000): i) James “Jamie” Sirius Potter GRYFFINDOR (5 April 2004) m. Hadley Grace Pritchard (2005) RAVENCLAW (2029): a) Rhysand James Potter (28 May 2032) GRYFFINDOR b) Emerson Fleamont Potter (11 March 2035) GRYFFINDOR c) Flynn Harry Potter (2 July 2037) GRYFFINDOR d) Grace Ginevra Potter (18 December 2040) GRYFFINDOR ii) Albus “Alby” Fleamont Potter (1 June 2006) SLYTHERIN m. Scorpius Malfoy (6 January 2006) SLYTHERIN (2031): a) Lyra Astoria Malfoy (1 June 2037) RAVENCLAW b) Celeste Ginevra Malfoy (5 March 2039) RAVENCLAW c) Archer Kai Malfoy (6 July 2044) SLYTHERIN iii) Lily Luna Potter (3 November 2007) GRYFFINDOR m. Oakley Wood (8 January 2007) GRYFFINDOR (2028): a) Nash Oliver Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR m. Nixie Sparks (2032) RAVENCLAW (2058): aa) Sirius Harry Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR bb) Remus Oakley Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR b) Noah Harry Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR  c) Magnolia “Lia” Katherine Wood (2 May 2033) RAVENCLAW d) Zinnia “Zin” Ginevra Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Zahira “Zee” Sorcha Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF iv) Cedrella “Ella” Theodora Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Spencer Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): a) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR b) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN  c) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW d) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR v) Everett Arthur Potter (21 October 2010) RAVENCLAW m. Xara Scamander (13 September 2016) RAVENCLAW (2039): a) Hazel Ella Potter (2 September 2040) HUFFLEPUFF b) Galina Xara Potter (28 April 2042) RAVENCLAW  c) Landon Everett Potter (19 June 2044) GRYFFINDOR d) Waverly Luna Potter (7 February 2046) RAVENCLAW vi) Genevieve “Evie” Zahira Potter (9 May 2012) HUFFLEPUFF m. Christian Lyon (2008) RAVENCLAW (2033): a) Leif Christian Lyon (1 October 2035) GRYFFINDOR b) Autumn Ella Lyon (21 September 2038) HUFFLEPUFF c) Winter Willow Lyon (21 December 2041) RAVENCLAW d) Summer Lily Lyon (21 June 2043) GRYFFINDOR e) Spring Rose Lyon (21 March 2047) HUFFLEPUFF vii) Henry Remus Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Daniella Zabini (7 July 2018) RAVENCLAW (2049): a) Cameron Blaise Potter (1 January 2052) GRYFFINDOR b) Aidan Hunter Potter (23 July 2055) GRYFFINDOR  c) Jameson Henry Potter (14 March 2058) GRYFFINDOR  d) Emilia Ginevra Potter (17 August 2060) RAVENCLAW viii) Hunter Colten Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Sloane Hart (2023) GRYFFINDOR (2046): a) Simon Hunter Potter (14 February 2049) RAVENCLAW b) Shay Cedrella Potter (14 February 2049) HUFFLEPUFF  c) Colin Fleamont Potter (7 March 2053) GRYFFINDOR  d) Beckett James Potter (19 June 2055) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Parker Harry Potter (24 September 2059) SLYTHERIN f) Noelle Ginevra Potter (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR

Raymond Creevey (1955) m. Cora Benjamin (1959) (1979): 1. Colin Creevey (1981) GRYFFINDOR m. Mads Chavan (1973) RAVENCLAW (2016): a) Dennis Mads Creevey-Chavan (2026) GRYFFINDOR — adopted b) Divya Cora Creevey-Chavan (2031) HUFFLEPUFF — adopted 2. Dennis Creevey (1983) GRYFFINDOR (d. 1997)

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these.

[bloonart]

OOooooo Motorcity AU

Yep, a new motorcity au, a motorcity-ified character named Micah for this Motorcity world, and his best friend, Luke, too

You see, the gang called Burners because they use their cars and other skills to prevent KaneCo technology from seizing Motorcity. Each member brings their unique talents and personality to the team, and are united under Mike Chilton's leadership. But a few years later, they rebuilt their hometown because long ago, Abraham Kane had a small war in the Motorcity until they found out the truth about what Kane did to innocents. So, they took Kane to the mental hospital, and his daughter, Julie took over the Kane CO to become a new Founder and CEO of KaneCo, but, no one knows where is real Red because Red disappeared, maybe he will be back for revenge again or not. if there will be a new future enemy, but who knows? Well, the Burners have new future members of the Burners. Motorcity/Burners (c) Chris Prynoski Micah (c) me

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

ComicList: Marvel Comics New Releases for July 11/12, 2023,

Amazing Spider-Man #26 (2nd Printing Cover A Kaare Andrews), $4.99

Amazing Spider-Man #26 (2nd Printing Cover B Gary Frank Spoiler Variant), AR

Amazing Spider-Man #29 (Cover A Ed McGuinness), $3.99

Amazing Spider-Man #29 (Cover B David Nakayama Hellfire Gala Variant), AR

Amazing Spider-Man #29 (Cover C Marco Checchetto), AR

Amazing Spider-Man #29 (Cover D Giada Perissinotto Disney100 Variant), AR

Amazing Spider-Man #29 (Cover E Giada Perissinotto Disney100 Black & White Variant), AR

Daredevil And Echo #1 (Of 4)(2nd Printing Cover A Phil Noto), $4.99

Daredevil Epic Collection Volume 13 A Touch Of Typhoid TP, $44.99

Defenders Omnibus Volume 2 HC (Al Milgrom Book Market Cover), $100.00

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[angleofmusings]

finally got around to watching nimona. first impression: the trans allegory is so so so textual. i saw that trans flag in the background you CANNOT convince me thats an accident ok. im so feral about the lighting design (the credits list 18 lead lighting artists!!! and an additional 21 shot lighting artists and 2 technical lighting artists!!!!). i literally cried at that one shot with the spotlight from the top right down to center on one person and the other person unlit in the left side of the frame bc Augh The Symbolism

anygays time to appreciate the lighting artists!

lead lighting artists: v balaji, george barbour, mathilde fleury-dufour, sabaribalaji harishankar, benoit lecailtel, suraj makhija, laszlo mandi, jacob mann, thenmanirajan paulpandian, r irwin prathap, sanjay rai, balaganesh s, debora sangermano, elisa sanguin, ragul sathyan s, murray truelove, khai tuck wong, jia zhang

shot lighting artists: afaque ahmed, sai avinash alam, pradeep kumar anand, sameer ansari, abhinaba basak, paul burton, sujeesh c, kane chang, julie chapelle, deepak omprakash chauhan, louise chevrier, valerie constant, arnabi daw, ivan de frias, paul deroche, ashokkumar devadiga, léo frison-roche, boyan georgiev, dixita ghosh, krishna reddy gujjula, gunderao m h, benjamin hattenberger, jakka harikrishna, bhavesh jat, dinetto jose, syed mohd junaid, ramisetty krishna, savadesh kumar, manoj kumar talanki, facundo lavenia, aditya more, valérie morel, nikhil rupesh namdev, noyal norbert, akula pavankumar, pavuluri srinivasa phanindra, daniel alberto santana pineda, naveen prabhu, manikanta rayavaram, vishal raj gaddam, grandhi venkata sai ram, kuppili neelima rani, thirumalasetty madhusudhan rao, basava sai krishna rayapureddy, nagapuri sanjay, diego sernande, suraj sunil shinde, sooraj sreedharan, abhishek g singh, conor smith, rohit srivastava, samiksha suvarna, matu talukdar, vishal ramesh tayade, thumati sai teja, sarath thomas, upinderjeet singh, guruprasad v, abhijith vazhayil, anim venkatesh, kunal yadav

technical lighting artists: evgenii golub, jayesh makwana

if you’ve made it this far, have some nachos! (hold the olives, he’s allergic.) can we take a moment to appreciate the absolutely gorgeous end credits (design by dneg animation). go watch the whole end credits btw it’s so worth it. 10/10 movie i was soooooo invested the whole entire time

[viscountessevie]

ARC/Reviews Masterlist

ARCs

Reviews can also be found on my StoryGraph

COMING SOON: Unladylike Rules of Attractions by Amita Murray In the highly anticipated sequel for Unladylike Lessons, comes Anya Marleigh's book! Anya is Lila Marleigh's second sister and the musically inclined heroine of this book. She is a court singer and sitar player in Queen Charlotte's royal court. Anya soon comes into a large inheritance which has her involved with the executor of her new fortune, Lord Damian Ashton. Lord Ashton's banter with her is the least of her problems when she becomes embroiled in a murder case.

2023 ARCs

Unladylike Lessons in Love by Amita Murray Release Date: 30th May 2023 A realistic historical women's fiction centred on a really cool Indian heroine who runs a gambling hall. The book gives a deep dive into the working class and immigrants of the Regency era with a side of romance

Clytemnestra's Bind by Susan C. Wilson Release Date: 15th June 2023 A Greek Tragedy in every sense of the word that will have you sobbing - a prequel to Clytemnestra's story in the Trojan War.

A Most Agreeable Murder by Julia Seales Release Date: 27th June 2023 A murder mystery set in the Regency era that's a parody of itself and the Austen-universe, so much so that you can match each character to their Austen counterpart. It has a side of romance with a dashing Indian detective.

An Upper West Side Story by Rachel Cullen Release Date: 6th July 2023 A modern chick-lit/coming of age for 20-somethings set in 2004 and follows a group of four neighbours whose lives intersect together in various ways.

I Do, I Don't by Joy Argento Release Date: 11th July 2023 A contemporary sapphic romance novel about a reality show producer and her programmer for the show who unexpectedly has to step in as a lead.

The Wrong Family by Ellery Kane Release Date: 30th August 2023 A mystery novel a 30-something orphan woman gets involved with a rich family in Lake Tahoe after trying to find her father. Things start to go awry as soon as she arrives and the family's fingers start pointing to her.

Roomates by Ola Tundun Release Date: 20th September 2023 A debut novel about a roommates to lovers pairing with a seemingly perfect girl whose life is really a mess and a playboy who has to change his ways when the perfect girl comes crashing into his apartment with an offer he can't refuse.

Hunt on Dark Water by Katee Robert Release Date: 7th November 2023 A contemporary romance novel set in the fantasy world of Threshold. Tensions rise between a witch named Evelyn and sea Captain Bowen as they journey across realms and find out secrets that have them questioning everything.

2024 ARCs

The Boyfriend Subscription by Steven Salvatore Release Date: 26th March 2024 A contemporary queer retelling of Pretty Woman involving Cole Vivien, the CEO of their version of OnlyFans and Teddy Hughes, a botanist who has lost both his husband and his business. The two meet on a fateful night in New York and come up with a proposition to be a faux couple to satisfy what they each need.

Reviews

Paused: The Dark Olympus by Katee Robert [Edited: 28th Dec 2023 - Paused indefinitely for the time being]

Stone Heart - Medusa/Calypso Neon Gods - Persephone/Hades Electric Idol - Psyche/Eros Wicked Beauty - Helen/Patroclus/Achilles Radiant Sin - Cassandra/Apollo