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muiitoloko · 8 months ago

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New beginning

Summary: It's a new beginning.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warning: Illness.

Author's Notes: Is it wrong that I'm sad this story is ending? I think I got more attached to this story than I should have. 😅

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth Seventh, Eighth and Ninth part here.

As the days turned into months and then years, William grew up quickly, his laughter filling the halls of your grand mansion. You marveled at how time seemed to fly by, cherishing every moment spent watching your son grow and thrive.

But as William grew, so did your family. Soon, you found yourself pregnant again, the news of twins filling you with both excitement and trepidation. Turpin, though initially taken aback by the prospect of expanding your family, soon embraced the idea with his usual stoic resolve.

Months passed, and eventually, the day arrived when you welcomed your twin babies into the world. Turpin stood by your side, his expression a mixture of awe and apprehension as he witnessed the miracle of birth once again. Despite his typically stern demeanor, his heart melted at the sight of his newborn children, and he vowed to protect and cherish them with all his being.

As the years went by, Turpin's health began to decline, his once formidable strength weakened by illness. Forced to retire from his prestigious position as a judge, Turpin struggled to come to terms with his newfound vulnerability. You, ever the devoted wife, remained by his side, offering comfort and support as he navigated this challenging chapter of his life.

With Turpin's health deteriorating, you made the difficult decision to leave London behind and move to the farm you had always dreamed of. Turpin, though initially resistant to the idea, eventually acquiesced, recognizing the benefits of the fresh air and tranquility for his recovery.

The transition to farm life was not without its challenges, but together, you and Turpin faced them head-on, drawing strength from each other and the love that bound your family together. Turpin, though laid up since his illness, found solace in the simple pleasures of country living, while you reveled in the opportunity to nurture your growing family in the serene countryside.

As the years passed, the farm became a sanctuary for your family, a place where Turpin could find peace amidst the turmoil of his declining health. Surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love of his family, Turpin rediscovered a sense of purpose and contentment that he had long thought lost.

Though Turpin's illness presented its share of challenges, it also brought you closer together as a family, strengthening the bonds that held you all together. As you watched your children grow and thrive in the idyllic countryside, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the life you had built together, far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

As the afternoon sun cast its golden rays over the sprawling fields surrounding your farm, you and Turpin sat together on a sturdy wooden chair placed in the entrance of your cozy farmhouse. The gentle breeze carried the sound of laughter and playful shouts from your children, William, Sophia, and Belladonna, who were engrossed in a game of tag in the yard.

Turpin, his once formidable frame now softened by age and illness, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile gracing his lips as he watched his children at play. His hooked nose and baritone voice still commanded authority, but there was a warmth in his gaze as he observed their antics.

His recently acquired cane rested on the arm of his chair, a symbol of his newfound reliance on assistance. Yet, despite his physical limitations, Turpin radiated a sense of contentment and pride as he basked in the joy of fatherhood.

You, seated beside him, couldn't help but smile as you watched the scene unfold before you. William, now a strapping young lad of ten, took on the role of protector, keeping a watchful eye on his younger sisters as they darted around the yard with reckless abandon.

But it was Sophia and Belladonna, aged seven, who truly stole the show. With their wild curls bouncing in the breeze and laughter bubbling from their lips, they embodied the innocence and exuberance of youth.

Suddenly, Sophia and Belladonna broke away from their game, sprinting towards you and Turpin with reckless abandon. "Father! Father!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices echoing with excitement.

You couldn't help but scold the girls gently for their lack of decorum, reminding them to behave like proper young ladies. Turpin, however, merely chuckled indulgently, his stern gaze softening as he watched his daughters clamor for his attention.

"Sophia, Belladonna, mind your manners," you chided gently, though there was a fondness in your tone. "You mustn't pester your father so."

Turpin's smile widened as he reached out to ruffle Sophia's hair affectionately, his touch gentle despite the playful glint in his eyes. "Indeed, my dears," he added with mock severity. "You must learn to comport yourselves with the dignity befitting young ladies of your station."

But the girls paid his admonishments no heed, too caught up in the excitement of the moment to care about propriety. They threw themselves at Turpin with abandon, their laughter filling the air as they clamored for his attention.

Turpin, unable to resist their infectious energy, wrapped his arms around his daughters, pulling them close in a tight embrace. "Very well, my little rascals," he conceded with a chuckle. "But remember, you mustn't forget your manners in the future."

You shook your head in amusement, unable to suppress a smile at the sight of Turpin indulging his daughters' antics. Despite his stern demeanor, there was a tenderness in his interactions with them that spoke volumes about the depth of his love for his children.

In that moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the life you had built together. As the laughter of your children echoed through the evening air, Turpin suddenly doubled over, a violent coughing fit seizing him. Concern etched across your features, you quickly rose from your seat and moved to his side.

"Richard, are you alright?" you asked, your voice filled with worry as you gently supported him.

Turpin waved off your concern with a dismissive gesture, though his coughs continued to wrack his frail frame. "I'm fine," he rasped between coughs, his baritone voice strained with effort, "just a minor inconvenience."

But you knew better than to ignore the signs of his declining health. With a firm hand, you helped him to his feet, guiding him back towards the house with gentle insistence.

"Let's get you back to the bedroom," you said firmly, your tone brooking no argument, "you need to rest."

Surprisingly, Turpin didn't protest, instead grasping his cane tightly as he leaned on you for support. Together, you made your way back into the house, calling out to the children as you passed through the doorway.

"William, Sophia, Belladonna," you called out, your voice carrying through the halls, "time to wash up for dinner."

The children, obedient as always, responded promptly, their footsteps echoing as they made their way inside. As they passed Turpin, who was already halfway up the stairs, he couldn't help but scold them for their reckless behavior.

"Mind your manners on the stairs, children," he admonished sternly, though the trio paid his warnings little heed as they dashed past him, eager to wash up before dinner.

Turpin sighed wearily as you reached his side, helping him up the stairs with careful steps. Once in the bedroom, you assisted him in laying down on the bed, his coughs gradually subsiding as he settled into a more comfortable position.

Watching him closely, you began to undress him, your hands moving with practiced ease as you removed his formal attire. Turpin watched you silently, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes.

"You're still so young," he commented softly, his voice tinged with regret, "you shouldn't have to take care of an old man like me."

You didn't respond to his words, instead focusing on the task at hand as you dressed him in comfortable clothes. With gentle hands, you tucked him in, ensuring he was warm and comfortable before turning to leave the room.

But Turpin's sudden grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. Startled, you met his gaze, only to find his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

"Do you remember the sentence I gave you years ago?" he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

You nodded slowly, the memory of his possessive decree resurfacing with painful clarity. "Yes," you replied softly, your heart heavy with the weight of his words, "I remember."

Turpin's nose twitched slightly as he studied your face, his expression pained. "Forget that sentence," he said abruptly, surprising you with the suddenness of his request.

Confusion clouded your features as you looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. "What?" you asked incredulously, unable to comprehend his sudden change of heart.

"You are still young," Turpin continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "you deserve a man who will take care of you, who will love you as I never could."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, a mixture of sadness and disbelief washing over you. Turpin had always been possessive, demanding your unwavering loyalty with cruel insistence. And yet, here he was, urging you to forget his decree, to seek happiness beyond the confines of your marriage.

"You're crazy," you whispered hoarsely, your voice thick with emotion, "if you think I'll ever look for another man."

Turpin reached out to brush away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin. "You deserve to live, to find happiness," he insisted, his own eyes shining with unshed tears, "even if it's not with me."

But you shook your head, unable to accept his words, unable to fathom a life without him by your side. "Shut up," you whispered brokenly, your voice barely above a whisper, "Just shut up."

For the first time in your life, you defied Turpin's orders, your heart rebelling against the notion of a future without him. Despite his cruelty, despite his flaws, you loved him with a fierceness that defied reason, that defied logic.

Turpin's expression softened momentarily, his gaze filled with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "You silly, stupid woman," he muttered under his breath, his baritone voice tinged with anguish.

You looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his words heavy on your heart. With a trembling hand, you attempted to pull away from him, to distance yourself from the pain of his rejection.

But Turpin refused to let you go, his grip on your wrist tightening with unexpected strength. "No," he said firmly, his voice commanding despite its tremulous quality, "You will listen to me, damn it!"

Startled by the sudden change in his demeanor, you turned back to face him, your eyes wide with surprise. Turpin's hooked nose twitched slightly as he studied your face, his expression torn between anger and desperation.

"I may be cruel, I may be a monster," he began, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper, "but I cannot bear the thought of you suffering because of me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, the raw emotion in his voice cutting through the layers of resentment and anger that had built up between you. Despite his flaws, despite his cruelty, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man before you.

Turpin reached out to brush away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin. "Listen to me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion, "if there are other lives, if there is a chance for redemption, I will find you."

You blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend the magnitude of his promise. "What do you mean?" you whispered hoarsely, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Turpin's gaze bore into yours, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "If one day I am reborn, if one day I have the chance to make amends for my sins," he said solemnly, "I will look for you. In every life, in every world, I will look for you."

A sob caught in your throat as you listened to his words, the weight of his promise settling over you like a heavy blanket. Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, you couldn't deny the truth in his eyes, the sincerity in his voice.

"Because you are mine," Turpin continued, his voice filled with a quiet intensity, "and I am yours. And nothing, not even death itself, can change that."

"Richard..."

Suddenly, Lionel jolted awake from his bed, disoriented and slightly bewildered by the vividness of his dream. Running his hands through his hair, he looked around the dimly lit bedroom, the remnants of the dream still lingering in his mind.

With a groan, Lionel reached over and disarmed the alarm at the head of his bed, silencing its incessant beeping. Damn these crazy dreams, he thought to himself, shaking his head in frustration.

As he undressed and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his tired body, Lionel tried to remember the details of the dream. It was always the same, a smile, but the specifics eluded him, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Furrowing his brow in concentration, Lionel scrubbed at his skin, hoping to shake off the remnants of the dream that clung to him like a stubborn shadow. He had better things to think about, like the party he was hosting today and the Monet he planned to purchase.

But try as he might, the memory of the dream persisted, taunting him with its elusive details. Frustrated, Lionel leaned against the tiled wall of the shower, closing his eyes and willing the images to fade away.

As the steam filled the air around him, Lionel took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the water soothe his tired muscles. He had a busy day ahead of him, and he couldn't afford to dwell on a mere dream.

With renewed determination, Lionel finished his shower and stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom, the memory of the dream still lingering at the edges of his mind. But as he dried himself off and got dressed, he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the tasks that lay ahead.

There would be time to ponder the meaning of his dreams later. For now, Lionel had a party to host and a painting to acquire, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Lionel's brow furrowed in frustration as he examined the counterfeit Monet in front of him, the queen's face mocking him from the canvas. He sighed heavily as Harry Deane and PJ Puznowski walked away, his heart still racing with the realization of how close he had come to being tricked.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief at his own gullibility. He had almost fallen for their scheme, but he refused to let himself dwell on it any longer. There were more pressing matters at hand, and Lionel couldn't afford to waste time regretting his near-miss.

Straightening his bow tie with a determined gesture, Lionel plastered a smile on his face and made his way back to the party. He had a reputation to maintain, after all, and he couldn't let a little setback ruin his evening.

As he mingled with the guests, exchanging pleasantries and discussing business deals, Lionel couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered at the back of his mind. It was as if something was tugging at his subconscious, pulling him towards a truth he couldn't quite grasp.

And then, he saw her.

She was standing across the room, surrounded by two other women, her sweet smile lighting up her face. Lionel felt his heart skip a beat as their eyes met, a sense of déjà vu washing over him like a tidal wave.

For a few precious seconds, the world seemed to fade away as he stared at her, captivated by the warmth and kindness in her eyes. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a feeling that defied explanation.

But before he could dwell on it any longer, she looked away, turning back to her friends and resuming her conversation. Lionel watched her with a mixture of longing and confusion, his mind racing with questions he couldn't begin to answer.

Who was she? And why did she stir something within him that he couldn't quite define?

With a shake of his head, Lionel forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He had a party to host and guests to entertain, and he couldn't afford to let his thoughts wander.

But as the evening wore on, he found himself stealing glances in her direction, unable to shake the feeling that he had found something he never knew he was searching for.

It was then that he noticed her uniform, the realization dawning on him with a sense of disbelief. She was a waitress, just another face in the crowd, and yet... there was something about her that stirred a sense of familiarity within him.

With a rueful laugh, Lionel shook his head, dismissing the notion as absurd. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had found something important, something worth holding onto amidst the chaos of his extravagant life.

And as he watched her move gracefully through the crowd, laughter dancing in her eyes, Lionel couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stir within him.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he had finally found what he had been looking for all along.

#alan rickman #judge turpin x reader #judge turpin #sweeney todd #oc #lionel shabandar

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peterlorrefanpage · 2 months ago

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Let’s find Peter Lorre!

Caricature by Al Hirschfeld (1954) for the Fifth Avenue Cinema in New York City of various Hollywood actors from the first half of the 20th century.

I do believe Peter Lorre is located in the middle of the left side, below Edward G. Robinson:

Among those pictured are:

Adolphe Menjou Alec Guinness Anna Magnani Bela Lugosi Ben Turpin Bette Davis Bing Crosby Bob Hope Boris Karloff Buster Keaton Charles Boyer Charles Laughton Charlie Chaplin Chico Marx, Groucho Marx, Harpo Marx Clara Bow Clark Gable Douglas Fairbanks Edward G Robinson Erich von Stroheim Fernandel Fred Astaire Gary Cooper George Arliss Gerard Philipe Gina Lollobrigida Gloria Swanson Greta Garbo Harold Lloyd Harold Lloyd Hedy Lamarr Ingrid Bergman Jean Gabin Jean Harlow Jimmy Durante Joan Crawford John Gilbert Judy Garland Katharine Hepburn Laurence Olivier Lillian Gish and Dorothy Gish Lionel Barrymore Lon Chaney Louis Jouvet Mae West Marie Dressler Marilyn Monroe Marlene Dietrich Mary Pickford Maurice Chevalier Michel Simon Michele Morgan Mickey Mouse Mickey Rooney Myrna Loy Norma Shearer Orson Welles Peter Lorre Raimu Rita Hayworth Rudolph Valentino Shirley Temple Spencer Tracy Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy Stepin Fetchit Theda Bara Vivien Leigh Wallace Beery Warner Oland WC Fields William Powell William S Hart

Have some more Hirschfeld - Peter Lorre caricatures:

Peter Lorre in "Crime and Punishment," drawn June 1936

Peter Lorre in "M", 4/9/33

Peter Lorre & pals in the "You'll Find Out" trade ad, 1940

#peter lorre #bela lugosi #erich von stroheim #groucho marx #marilyn monroe #harold lloyd #peter lorre pictures #peter lorre caricature #caricature #buster keaton #al hirschfeld #caricatures

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evans23 · 20 days ago

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RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 8 - NEVER-ENDING CONSEQUENCES

Pairing : Sheriff of Nottingham x OC (Catherine)

Summary : The Sheriff of Nottingham survived the wound inflicted by Robin Hood's sword. Now, he must go into exile and try to start over. Will he choose the path of vengeance or the path of redemption ?

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Blood. Curse. God's cursing. Violence towards a woman. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N : Hello dear 😁 I chose to make the Sheriff more human here, a bit like my dear soft Turpin. I hope you’ll like it.

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

He had survived the sword blow of that cursed Robin of Locksley. That stupid Robin Hood. Thanks to one of his faithful who had taken him to a clandestine healer, not without having taken care to replace his body with a corpse resembling him, him, William of Wendenal, the Sheriff of Nottingham once so feared was no more than a shadow. But a living shadow

"You will have to flee," the healer had told him, "if anyone knows that you are alive, Robin will come to finish what he started," she had added with a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Going into exile... what an excellent idea now that I no longer have a castle to maintain," William had whispered ironically.

However, he had not waited to know if the old woman would betray him or not to flee in the middle of the night. His whole body ached and he could feel the fever gnawing at him. He had collapsed on the edge of a village where the local leader had welcomed him without knowing who he was.

There, he had been fed, cared for, even tolerated, but only for a while. His arrogance, his irony and his sardonic phrases had made him hated very quickly. He had quickly sensed that his uneducated people were going to find out about him, he who had passed himself off as a simple lost traveler who had been beaten up for his purse. Without waiting, he had taken to his heels one evening when the whole village was celebrating the wedding of one of their own.

He had galloped for a long time and had had to swallow his pride to beg like those little scoundrels they despised. But he had had no other choice. He had often been beaten by wealthy men and if the threat of tearing their eyes out with a teaspoon had burned his lips, he had held back each time, well aware that it was he who the people would torture if they knew who he really was.

With the advent of Robin of Locksley and the return of King Richard, he was nothing and if he wanted to stay alive, he had to remain unknown.

He had finally ended up in a quiet little coastal village, had kept a low profile and had often made his tongue bleed by biting it to prevent any nastiness from escaping his mouth. He had taken a manual job with a blacksmith who patiently taught him the trade.

The old man had not believed William's story that he had claimed to belong to a long line of blacksmiths himself. He was incapable of doing anything with his ten fingers, with his two hands too soft to have known a single day's work. But the blacksmith wasn't the type to meddle in what didn't concern him. He had seen enough in his life to know that sometimes, people just needed a second chance, far from everything.

But to his great surprise, he also found a form of peace in the work. It was hard, tiring, his hands were often covered in blisters or burns, but his mind was occupied. He mourned less his past life in luxury and comfort, he ruminated less on a revenge that, deep down, he knew would never happen.

He had even surprised himself by imagining a new life here, far from everything, a half-bitter, half-ironic smile when he thought about it. He, the Sheriff of Nottingham found himself living the life of an honest peasant... and he managed to be satisfied with it some evenings.

But that was without counting on fate, determined to make him pay for his past crimes. The never-ending consequences of his evil deeds seemed to want to prevent him from finding his redemption.

One afternoon, a traveler thought he recognized him and quickly, the rumour had spread: he was the ghost of the Sheriff of Nottingham.

"I'm not stupid, my boy. I was lucky enough to learn to read, write and to be taught by a priest when I was a child. I don't believe in ghosts," the old blacksmith had told him one evening when William's situation was critical.

"I..."

The old man had raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

"Don't say anything. If I don't know anything, I won't be able to tell anything. What I do know is that ghosts don't have scars," he had said, pointing to the scar that still crossed William's cheek, "and you have more than you think. That one on your cheek is probably not the most painful, it's the ones here that torture you and make you scream in terror every night," he had continued, placing a hand on his chest.

William had said nothing. For the first time in his life, he was out of control and a single word from this man could get him killed. But to his surprise, he didn't.

"You must run. If word reaches Nottingham that the terrible Sheriff is alive, the king will send a motion to have you hanged."

He had handed him a purse full of money. "It's more than I owe you for your work, but it will help you go far, far away."

"Why do you do that?" William asked curtly, taking the purse.

"Because I too, one day I sought redemption and I wished someone believed in me enough to help me find salvation. But I had to fight alone. I hope you find someone on your way to lighten your load, my boy."

William had answered a weak thank you before pulling his hood over his head and disappearing into the night, like the shadow he had become.

He had walked for days before arriving in this small isolated village. His feet bleeding, his throat dry from thirst and his stomach twisting with hunger, he had prayed, something he had not done for a long time, so that he could finally find the peace he probably did not deserve.

He had been greeted by the village priest, his skeptical eye had not prevented him from giving William something to eat.

"Where do you come from, traveler ?" he had asked him with a strong northern accent.

"I... I was..."

It had not taken long for his manipulative mind to fabricate a credible story. A story where, he, a public writer for the population of a city where he had never set foot there, had lost his entire family in a fire. He had then wandered, looking for death, but life had clung to him and he had ended up here.

The priest as well as the village chief had swallowed his story without batting an eyelid. It must be said that the inhabitants were almost all illiterate and very poorly educated. They believed in all sorts of idiotic superstition and still abandoned their children to the fairies when they thought that the said child had been bewitched. Which inevitably led to the death of the infant in the cold woods that surrounded the village. Everything William needed to find his place. The fact that he was educated, could read, write and count had quickly given him a place of choice among the villagers and a certain power, certainly not very significant compared to that which he had in Nottingham, but a small power all the same. And this small stability in his life so far from the one he had known almost did him good.

He wrote letters, collected taxes, managed disputes with his legendary skill and cunning, and negotiated with traveling merchants the most attractive rates the village had ever seen. This influence, certainly far from the power and authority he had once had, was enough to satisfy him, and the villagers, naive and uneducated, did not distrust him at all.

That day, he had just settled a neighbourhood dispute over the boundaries of the fields to be cultivated when his old wound on his chest came to remind him of itself. Robin Hood's sword blow. It had already been a little over two years, but this old wound still made him suffer from time to time. That day, to his great dismay, the scar seemed to ooze a little.

He knew who he had to go see. Her name was Catherine and she lived on the edge of the forest, alone. An old maid who had lost first her mother, then her father in the last eight years and who was fending for herself, which was quite impressive in itself. She was one of the few inhabitants who could read and write, skills taught to her by her grandfather who had been an altar boy and had almost entered the priesthood before meeting her grandmother, a very beautiful but not very intelligent woman who could neither read nor write. He had taught these two skills that he considered essential to his own children, then to his only granddaughter, his only descendant still alive today.

For the first time, William came to knock on the door of his small cabin. Receiving no answer, he pushed the door open, which creaked on its hinges. The interior was dimly lit, a heady scent of dried plants and damp earth catching him in the throat. The roof leaked and the wind seeped in through every crack, but the place was clean. A fire was dying in the fireplace while next to it, several shelves were collapsing under pots, cauldrons and small wooden boxes while a bookcase seemed to have long ago abandoned the heavy task of supporting all the books that were now stacked on top of each other on the only wooden board that still seemed to hold.

"No one ever told you that you don't enter strangers' houses," said a cold voice behind him.

He turned around, ready to retort, but his breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. Not flamboyantly beautiful, but beautiful in her own way. Her small, mischievous nose and clear eyes softened her tired features.

"I need your services," William said simply, leaning against the doorframe.

"If it's for an amulet, come back tomorrow."

"It's for aa wound," he said, raising an eyebrow, impressed by the young woman's poise.

"Go see the priest, he cures everyone with a little holy water," she sneered.

"I'm afraid I'm not in God's good graces."

She examined him from head to toe and he saw right away that she was not impressed by his imposing build, his dark eyes and this scar which, he was convinced, added a crazy charm to him.

"Wolf bite, scythe blow ? Or maybe you simply tripped over your pride."

He smiled in spite of himself at her quick wit. It had been a long time since someone had shown this much quickness or had disarmed him. It must be said that in another era, he would have had her tongue cut out for being so impertinent.

"More like... an old memory. From my previous life. An outlaw and his cursed sword. A wound near the heart. But don't worry, it didn't make me any more sentimental."

She shook her head, a small smile playing on her pink lips.

"A wound to the heart ? I don't heal the troubled. Too bad."

She stepped around him, ready to place the fresh herbs she held in her hands in a mortar, but he held her arm with more delicacy than he thought he could muster.

"Please," he said, his deep voice softer than he would have expected, "I think the scar is infected."

"Show me that, then."

He approached the fireplace, set his jacket on the wooden chair, and slowly, theatrically untied the top of his shirt.

"I warn you, the show may be heartbreaking. It's not for the faint of heart."

"I've probably seen worse. Don't worry, I'm used to men who act like babies," she retorted, rolling her eyes.

She approached him and let him part the fabric. She carefully examined the reddish scar, bordered by inflammation.

"It's true that it's not very pretty. How long did you wait before you decided to come see me ?"

"I... wanted to give my body time to prove that it was up to the task of healing itself."

"I'm afraid it failed."

She turned to a large wooden chest in which she began to rummage frantically, looking for an ointment. She finally pulled out a small, purplish-colored jar that didn't inspire anything good in William, who still had the good sense to say nothing.

"Stay calm. It's going to sting a little, but it'll do you good. I promise you that in two days, it'll be better," she said, dipping her finger into the thick paste.

She applied the ointment delicately, her thin, cold fingers making him flinch slightly, but despite the slight tingling, he refrained from making a sound, refusing to give the young woman that satisfaction.

"There you go. You should survive. But just to be sure, come back tomorrow, I'll check the state of the scar."

"There's no danger, is there ?"

She raised her head to meet his dark eyes and what she saw unsettled her, even if that glint of uncertainty in the eyes of this man who seemed to exude boundless confidence had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"None. If you come back."

Without another word, she turned away, crushing the herbs she had placed earlier in her mortar.

William left without a word, but not without telling himself that this woman, this famous healer who lived in seclusion and whose company the villagers only seemed to appreciate when they needed one of her remedies, was not lacking in spice.

And for the first time in years, he found himself looking forward to tomorrow.

After that, William looked for every excuse he could to see her again. He liked her wit, her defiance. She was not afraid of him and she was able to answer his barbs in a heartbeat.

That night, he didn't really intend to bother her, but the flickering light of a candle shining through the cabin's only window drew him inexorably. As usual, he entered without knocking. Catherine was there, sitting at a wooden table covered with dried leaves, a small knife in her hands.

"If I hadn't recognized your ugly gait, I could have slit your throat," she said without looking up from her work.

"With this toothpick ?" William sneered.

"Haven't you ever been taught manners? Or are you always breaking into people's homes without permission ?"

"Come on, it's dark, I wanted to make sure you were safe," he said with a predatory smile.

She rolled her eyes without hiding her amusement.

"What are you cooking ? A poison ? If it's quick-acting, I might be interested." he asked as he examined the organised chaos laying on the table.

"Some soothing herbal teas for old Thomas's stomach aches. But if you insist, I can find a remedy for your sharp tongue."

He laughed softly, his black curls dancing on his shoulders as his eyes wandered over the shelves.

"Who taught you to heal with herbs ?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"My grandfather."

"Was he a healer ?"

"No, but he learned everything from a shepherd who was also the healer of his village. My grandfather never dared... to use his talents."

"Why ?"

She pursed her lips, hesitating to answer him.

"He said that... it was as much a blessing as a curse. People... if you can take advantage of them so well, it's because they're not very thoughtful. It's not their fault. We're in a small village, far from the big cities and here, no one has access to education. All they know is hard work. I'm lucky to have been able to learn to read and write, even more so since I'm a woman. My grandfather was afraid that he would be accused of being a magician."

"But not you ?"

"They all already say that I'm a witch. But I guess as long as I cure them, they go with it," she replied with a smirk.

"And this ? Is it a love potion ?" he asked sarcastically, lifting a vial with an unappetizing greenish colour.

"Why ? You think you need it ? I'm afraid that if someone fell in love with you, your oversized ego would crush them."

He put the vial down with a slight smile, as much stung as amused.

"You are cruelly honest, Catherine. You have the art of seeing people, don't you ?"

She raised her head to plunge her green eyes into his.

"Let's say that... when you live among liars, you learn to read between the lines to guess the truth."

William swallowed, tense, perplexed. What did she know about him?

Two days later, the wind howled above the village and the rain had just started to fall fiercely. William, soaked to the bone, his coat stuck to his skin, knocked on Catherine's door.

"You have learned to knock," she noted when she recognized him after opening the door.

Without waiting for her permission, he pushed her roughly inside, shaking himself like a wet dog in front of the fireplace, making the water fall from his black curls.

"I was hoping you would be kind enough to welcome me into your... home."

"I am always kind enough to stray dogs," she replied, taking a cloth to wipe the floor he had just soiled with his muddy boots.

"I was surprised by the rain," he explained, rubbing his hands in front of the fire.

She did not answer, placing a bowl on the table where a leak in the roof let water trickle through. She then returned to her concoctions, weighing and mixing herbs diligently. A soft silence settled between them, almost comfortable, but William could not help but break the surrounding tranquility:

"Why aren't you married ?"

"Because no one has ever proposed to me."

"According to old Thomas, two men asked your father for your hand in marriage in the past, but you refused them and your father accepted your decision."

"Old Thomas talks too much," she mumbled.

"Why do you stay alone ? Doesn't it weigh on you ?"

She thought for a moment before answering, her expression serious.

"Yes, sometimes, but... I want... I want an equal, someone who would understand me, with whom I could talk. Not to be the maid of a man who will order me around and beat me when I rebel."

William nodded gravely.

"And you, why do you stay in a place you despise ?"

"I'm looking for answers and also... Because I have nowhere else to go," he said in a breath.

She stopped her gestures for a moment to look at him, a glint of understanding in her eyes.

"I'm afraid you're in the wrong place. This village has nothing to offer."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the storm outside seemed far away compared to the storm in their hearts.

It was Saturday, market day. She was there, selling some remedies. William stopped in front of her stall, grabbing a jar to examine it.

"It's amazing how these gullible little beings who believe in the coming Armageddon aren't afraid of your magic potions," he said, opening the bottle to smell what it contained.

"They'd rather not suffer than believe in their superstitions," she said, snatching the bottle from his hands.

He opened another bottle and she sighed, exasperated.

"You have nothing better to do," she said, retrieving her small jar of salve she used for skin irritations.

"I'm very busy, quite the contrary. I observe the world, I think..."

"You think, you ?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm thinking about how to charm the little healer around here."

She stood there for a minute, her eyes widening slightly, but she quickly recovered.

"Well, that's a failure," she replied curtly.

He leaned in slightly toward her, his hooked nose almost touching her little mischievous nose. Catherine, as if hypnotized by his big black eyes, was unable to back away.

"I'm not so sure," he said, his tone more serious than ever, "I think you like it a lot more than you care to admit."

He leaned a little closer, his eyes shining with mischief, while she was completely frozen.

"And you're very beautiful when you smile," he added before straightening up and casually walking away.

Catherine looked away, her cheeks red.

The peace William thought he would find was suddenly shattered when a storm, in late spring, came to blow heavily over the fields, devastating the crops, raising the dry dust of the recent drought, breaking the ears of corn which collapsed on the cracked ground.

The villagers were gathered in front of the village church, praying for a solution. A solution that the priest, a plump old man with a red nose and a stern face, brought to them on a platter.

"My sons, my daughters ! Our lands are suffering. Our families are suffering. God is punishing us. He promised us plenty, but he is punishing us. He is punishing us because we have allowed the devil to settle among us," he shouted to the frightened crowd.

William swallowed. How could he know, here, so far from Nottingham ?

"CATHERINE MORTON ! THE HEALER !" he yelled.

William turned livid. Catherine ? This young woman who was born and raised here ? Who had cured the inhabitants, saved their children from deadly fever ?

"Her herbs, her potions... she claims to cure, but at what price ? Her knowledge was given to her by the devil! And God punishes us ! He destroys our crops because we let him settle among us !"

The agitated crowd seemed to quickly forget the good they had done all these years, murmuring among themselves, letting the roar of anger rise, ready to blindly follow this imbecile priest.

"Capture her !" shouted one of them.

William straightened up quickly. Catherine was at home, certainly occupying one or the other of her concoctions. Even if he ran, he would never manage to make her flee. He was thinking at top speed, looking for a solution that did not come.

Meanwhile, two men, encouraged by the priest, approached the small cabin. She was unsuspecting, absentmindedly munching on a piece of bread while reading an old book. She jumped when the door was roughly kicked in, but she didn’t show her fear. She had already figured it out.

“I guess this isn’t a friendly visit,” she said, gently setting her book down.

One of them came up and slapped her so hard she fell off her chair.

“Witch,” he said, spitting in her face.

The two men grabbed her by the arms, dragging her to the village square where the market was usually held. Some of the villagers in the crowd turned their heads away, uncomfortable, while others screamed and spat as she passed.

William didn’t miss his bloody nose and the bruise that was already forming on his cheek. He clenched his fists but refrained from intervening. It wasn’t the right time yet.

Pushed into the centre of the square, Catherine fell to her knees, but the priest pulled her up by grabbing her hair. She said nothing, gritting her teeth to keep them from screaming.

"Admit what you did, witch !"

"I didn't do anything," she said coldly.

He slapped her, so hard that if he hadn't held her back with his other hand, she would have collapsed to the ground. In another time, William, with his power as Sheriff of Nottingham, could have intervened, had the hands of the men who beat her cut off, cut out the priest's tongue. But here, his power was minimal. He was nothing. He had to wait. Acting too soon would make him make a mistake that could well get her killed on the spot. And him with her.

"I'm not a witch," she repeated more weakly, blood flowing from her split lip.

"That's what we'll see ! Bring boiling water ! If you're innocent, as you claim, then God will protect you. If not, your flesh will burn as proof of your sins."

The basin of boiling water was already suspended over the fire, the liquid simmering. Catherine stared at the fire with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Ah, nothing like boiled hands to brighten a dull day," William said as he approached.

"That's none of your business," the priest said, his annoyance not concealed.

"This is all stupid. If her hands don't burn, what do we do next ? Drown her ?"

Catherine turned her head to him, incredulous. She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or if he was truly trying to defend her.

“Let’s get straight to business,” William continued, his gaze dark, “let’s make a pyre tonight, and tomorrow, burn her. If she’s innocent, God will save her.”

Catherine’s blood ran cold. She felt betrayed by this man she had begun to have feelings for.

The priest thought for a moment before nodding.

“We have allowed evil to take root in our community for too long. But it is not too late to cleanse our land !”

“I am not a witch,” she repeated, feeling fear seep into every part of her being.

“A witch would never admit she was one,” a villager shouted.

"She is unrepentant," the priest cried, "she has made a pact with the devil ! There is only one cure: FIRE."

The spell was sealed in an instant and Catherine was locked in the cellar of the church. She would be burned at nightfall.

William, frustrated, grumbled. He had hoped to have all night to carry out his plan. That gave him less time, but he could do it. He had to. All afternoon, he watched them, these idiots who, after a few honeyed words coming from a priest as idiot as they were, would kill an innocent woman who had treated them.

Catherine, locked in the cellar of the small church, was shivering with cold. The rays of the sun barely filtered through the gaps in the stone walls that oozed with damp. The air stank of mold and, exhausted and frightened, Catherine gave way to despair, bursting into tears. She had wanted to help, she had wanted to be useful, to earn a little money to be independent, but her grandfather was right, her knowledge was a curse and now she was going to die.

William, for his part, waited, patiently. He had grown up and lived surrounded by plots, conspiracies and he had been the terrible Sheriff of Nottingham. He knew he had to act discreetly. He waited until the day began to slowly give way to night to sneak inside the church. He had no trouble knocking out the man in charge of guarding the cellar door with a well-placed blow from his stick.

"William ?" Catherine asked as the door to his prison opened on him.

"You'll thank me later, come on !"

He pulled her by the arm roughly. He didn't have much time.

"Wait," she said, trying to stop him.

But William held her a little tighter, preventing her from stopping walking.

"We don't have time, my dear. Try not to slow me down, this is the first time I've done something good and it would be a shame if your heroic rescue failed because you refused to obey."

Confused, Catherine fell silent and followed him, agreeing to abandon herself to him. They had almost rounded the village when an old man with a toothless smile saw them and raised the alarm.

"THEY'RE ESCAPING !"

"Don't let them escape," the priest ordered, "it's the work of the devil ! Catch them and burn them !"

They ran through the dark fields, but they could see the torches getting closer to them. William pushed her towards a thicket.

"What are you doing ?" she asked frightened.

"They're going to catch up with us. Run. I'll distract them."

"They'll kill you !"

"Don't worry, I've survived worse."

He turned away but she caught his rough hand in her tiny, fragile, soft one.

"William..."

He stroked her cheek with his thumb, his gaze softer than she'd ever seen him before.

"I was the Sheriff of Nottingham," he said, waiting for her reaction.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away.

"And I survived the sword of Robin of Locksley. Better known as Robin Hood. I'll be fine. Come on, run," he said with a bitter smile.

She reluctantly turned away before starting to run towards the forest. William, armed with an old rusty sword, prayed that his villagers were as bad at fighting as they were at everything else.

Catherine was hiding in the woods. She knew the villagers wouldn't dare venture there, they were convinced a vampire lived there, all because one day, an adventurous little boy had seen a man with dark, greasy hair and a hooked nose walking around there. She knew he was a man and not a vampire. He was also a healer and a nomad, but she had never said anything about it. It had been her secret since she was a little girl.

She jumped when she heard a noise behind her and turned around quickly, a small knife in her hands.

"It's me," William's weak voice said.

"You're hurt," she said as she rushed towards him.

She could see the blood escaping from his shoulder. His face was pale and he was clearly struggling to stay upright.

"Lie down, I'll heal you," she said as she approached.

The wound wasn't pretty and she didn't have much of a solution.

"Do you think you can start a fire ?" she asked him.

"And then you want me to go hunting, maybe ?" he asked with a sarcastic smile.

"I don't have anything on me to heal you, but I can close the wound with fire and a blade."

William knew immediately what she wanted to do and he winced, but he also knew he didn't have much of a solution.

"Won't the fire bring them to us ?" he asked, rubbing two sticks together.

"No, they're afraid of this forest. They'll think it's the vampire."

He raised an eyebrow but refrained from asking any questions.

"You're an idiot," she said, pressing the blade of her knife to the wound, which in the light of the fire seemed less serious than she had first thought.

William screamed so loudly that he made all the bats that haunted the woods fly away. The pain was so great that he thought his eyes would pop out of his head.

"You have no idea, no idea, what you mean to me ! What I would have felt if he had killed you."

"Oh, I think I have an idea, but go on, I like to hear you talk," he growled, sitting up with difficulty.

She stroked the wound with her fingertips, her cool fingers easing the pain. She was impressed that he hadn't fainted. He was strong, so strong.

"I've fallen in love with you," she whispered.

"Of course," he said with a big smile

His eyes filled with tears and when one of them escaped, rolling lonely down his cheek, he caught it with his fingertips.

"Catherine, don't cry. Everything will be fine. Make me survive and we'll see where this leads," he told her gently.

Two years later:

A rare sun lit up the Scottish moor, illuminating the white carpet that covered the floor like a thousand diamonds.

Inside the stone cottage, William sat by the fire, reading aloud while Catherine prepared a herbal tea to soothe the throbbing pain of her old scars.

She held out the cup to him but he grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her to sit on his lap.

"I like it," he whispered against her ear.

"Me sitting on your lap ?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just being a man. A man with a woman. Among these Scots who don't seem to care about my... slight quirks."

"They don't care because here, you're just a man. No one knows who you were. Here, you get a second chance," Catherine replied, smiling.

"You're my second chance. For a long time, I had to pay the consequences of my past actions, but you, you are the consequence of my redemption. And the consequences for saving you, for loving you, they never end. Except that for once, it's not a curse but a blessing."

She looked at him tenderly, placing a hand on his cheek.

"You've made my life sweeter, William. Even if you're just an insufferable jerk," she replied, kissing him on the nose.

They exchanged a knowing smile before going out together. Tonight would be Christmas Eve, and William was looking forward to celebrating it with Catherine. In the best possible way. In their bed. Naked. And he hoped that the consequences of this night would appear very quickly. Within nine months.

#alan rickman #sheriff of nottingham #sheriff of Nottingham x reader #sheriff of nottingham x oc #Robin Hood : prince of thieves #evans23 #rickmas2024

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isabelleneville · 1 year ago

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Are there any period dramas you’re looking forward to in 2024?

Hiya,

I will split this into two lists.

Returning Shows:

Being a Penelope girl I am looking forward to Bridgerton Season Three for what I call my soft period drama fix.

I also thoroughly enjoyed Marie Antoinette for what it was so looking forward to the show returning for a second season and how that goes.

Vikings Valhalla season two felt very stale for me apart from Godwin and Emma (oh and Cnut but he needs to be a leading man IMHO), I am waiting with trepidation if it delivers in its final season which I think is a waste because I wanted to see it go to 1066.

The Serpent Queen do I need to say anything more, that show was a f**king hoot and produced by The Hunger Games sequels and prequels director (who also directed Britney's Slave 4 U video btw) it met my expectations.

Being a Tudor girlie I have to obligatory say Wolf Hall but in my honest opinion only for new portrayals of Anne of Cleves and Kathryn Howard (I am not a Thomas Cromwell girlie).

New Projects:

Firebrand being the #1 Catherine Parr girlie I cannot wait to see a new production of her and how they handle her story. I am also looking forward to a younger Catherine than what has previously been portrayed.

King and Conqueror, it is a new show with Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as William the Conqueror and James Norton as Harold, Earl Of Wessex during 1066 (so answering my Vikings: Valhalla wishes) produced by CBS and BBC (CBS owns Showtime). No official release date yet but I am into it. X

My Lady Jane, now Queen Jane Grey has become a fast favourite of mine so anything with her in it I am there.

Dick Turpin with Noel Fielding as Dick, now the Horrible Histories fan in me is squealing (why no Matt Baynton though?).

Mary and George, I feel the Tumblr girlies are going to go miles with this and I just want to see what it is about y'know be part of the fun.

Thanks for the ask!.

#replies #elizadisney

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smilingformoney · 6 days ago

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Rickmas Day 22: Shivering Certainty

Character: Elliott Marston (Quigley Down Under), Judge Turpin (Sweeney Todd) Relationship(s): Turpin/Mary (OC), Elliott/Mary (OC) Warnings: implied smut

Based on The Eternal Summer

AN: Inspired by Truly Madly Deeply, because I watched it and knew immediately who else would grieve a moustachioed Alan so hard that his ghost popped up :D Part 2 tomorrow!

Read on Ao3 or below:

At first, Mary thought she must have been going mad.

But it was real. He was real.

She reached out hesitantly to place a hand on his chest, and sure enough, he was as warm and solid as she’d ever known him.

“Elliott…” Mary gasped, looking up at him with eyes wide in wonder. “I don’t understand… how…?”

“I don’t know either, darling,” he replied, and Mary thought she might cry to hear his voice again, the voice she thought had been silenced forever. “All I know is I was in your arms, and then… I was here.”

“Oh, Elliott!” Mary sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. “How I’ve missed you!”

Elliott wrapped his arms around her tightly, and for the first time in a very long time she felt safe again.

“Shh, it’s alright, Mary… I’m here now…”

She sobbed profusely into his chest, neither of them caring that his shirt would no doubt be soaked by her tears. Elliott stroked her hair soothingly, even rocking her slightly, and he managed to coax her to sit down on the edge of the bed as he comforted her.

“How long has it been?” Elliott asked once he thought she seemed to have calmed enough to talk.

“F - five months,” Mary replied, sniffling as she raised her head to look at him. “The worst five months of my life.”

“Now, I know that’s not true.”

“It is! I couldn’t begin to describe… losing you was… oh, it killed me, Elliott. I might as well have died with you that day.”

“Don’t say that,” said Elliott sternly, cupping her face with his large hand. “Don’t you even think that, you hear me? I need you to live a long and healthy life for me.”

She nodded emphatically.

“I will, El. I almost… I did almost join you, but…”

“What?! What are you talking about? Did someone try to hurt you? I swear, if it was William —”

“No! No, he’s - he’s been so good to me ever since… since I tried… stupid, really… a bottle of arsenic, or so I thought… the apothecary must have watered it down…”

“Are you mad, Mary? What good would that have done anyone?”

“I know, El, I know! I’m so glad it didn’t work, because… well…” She sniffed, but she was smiling through her tears. “Gosh, how many times have I wished I could tell you…”

“Tell me what, darling?”

Mary wiped the tears from her face and took Elliott’s hands in hers.

“Elliott, I’m… I’m pregnant.”

His eyebrows shot up, and the look of surprise on his face was priceless. Mary giggled.

“I’m certain he’s yours. I can just feel it. I’ll never tell William that, of course, I daren’t think what he might do if he believed he wasn’t his, but… he agreed that we can call him Elliott for you.”

“…Mine?” Elliott repeated. “Do you really believe so?”

“Yes, yes, I do, he’s yours, El, I just know it!”

Elliott sunk to one knee on the floor and placed a gentle hand over her belly, as if worried touching it might harm the tiny life growing inside her.

“Do you know how much I fantasised about this?” he said softly, looking up at her reverently. “Marrying you and filling you with my child… oh, Mary, if only I could give you more, we’d have a litter of children…”

He leant forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly.

“I suppose he’ll be Elliott Turpin,” he said with amusement. “Not a name I ever thought I’d come across.”

“Oh, but El, what - what happens now? I mean… do you - will you stay?”

“I don’t know,” Elliott said as he sat back on the mattress with her. “I’d like to. But there are limitations. Don’t ask me how I know them, but I do.”

“Such as?”

“Nobody else can see or hear me, I don’t think. And I can’t leave this house. I don’t know whether it’s because of you or something else, but I can’t follow you outside.”

“But you… you’re solid, I mean… I’ve heard stories of apparitions, but never a ghost that you could touch.”

She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled. He was warm, his facial hair prickled against her skin… he was as real as if he were alive.

“Do you breathe? Eat, sleep? I can touch you, but…” Her eyes flickered down to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

Elliott smirked. “Perhaps you should test it.”

Tentatively, Mary leant up and pressed her lips to his.

Yes, she could kiss him! She could kiss him, she could hold him… and he could kiss her back. His moustache rubbed against her skin just as she remembered, and when her lips parted for him, his wet tongue could explore her mouth just as he’d done before.

Elliott wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, being careful not to place any pressure on her belly between their bodies.

“It seems you can most definitely kiss me,” Elliott murmured with a satisfied smirk. “And it seems I can kiss you too.”

Mary shivered slightly as a cold breeze came in through the window, and Elliott immediately took his jacket off to wrap around her shoulders.

“How are you enjoying the Australian winter?” he asked with amusement. “Is it odd to be cold in August?”

“A little, but English summers aren’t always hot, so it’s not that much of a change really.”

“Perhaps you should get under the covers.”

Mary looked up at him coyly. “Are you trying to get me into bed, Mr Marston?”

“Oh, I don’t need trickery to get you into bed,” Elliott said with a mischievous grin. “That belly of yours is proof enough of that.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, and carefully guided her onto her back so he could kiss her on the bed.

“What would your husband say if he could see this, hm?” Elliott purred as he kissed her neck, his body weight shifted to one side to avoid her belly. “Oh, hello, darling, welcome home. By the way, I snogged your dead cousin in our bed today, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Stop it!” Mary giggled. “If he knew anything of this, he’d have me sent off to the asylum instantly. Gosh, how am I supposed to sleep at night knowing you’re there?”

“You have a spare room, don’t you? Tell him you want to sleep alone because of the baby, then sneak into bed with me. How scandalous would that be, hm?”

Elliott took the skin of her neck between his teeth and teased her with a soft nibble.

“El! Be careful, you can’t leave a mark!”

“Can’t I? He’s left enough of his own. Who’s to say the mark’s not from him?”

Even so, Elliott didn’t try nibbling her again, opting instead to leave gentle, loving kisses over the top of the bruises she had from Turpin.

He moved down her body, his kisses travelling across her collarbone and then down her clavicle, until he reached her swollen breasts.

“Mmm, look how full they are… all ready to feed my son…”

He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs ghosting over her nipples through the fabric of her dress, and Mary squirmed slightly with sensitivity.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Elliott said softly. He placed a delicate kiss to each nipple, then said, “Are you leaking yet?”

“Not yet. But they’re sensitive.”

“And getting bigger, too, that’s for sure… fuck, Mary, you really were made for this. Pregnancy suits you.”

“I wonder, El… if you seem to be able to do everything you could as if you were alive… can you…?”

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her patiently.

“Can I what?”

“You know,” Mary said with a blush.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was lying, and they both knew it, but he wanted to hear her say it. If they’d had more time - oh, the things he would have done for her - but the first thing he’d have taught her would be to ask for what she wants. She was too kind for her own good sometimes, too selfless, never doing anything for herself. But he wanted to give her the world, and she needed to ask for it.

Elliott shifted himself up the bed so he was face-to-face with her again, and planted a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Tell me what you want, Mary.”

“Make love to me,” she breathed, melting under his touch as one hand explored her body, tracing a route down her hip towards her thigh.

Elliott smiled.

“Anything you wish.”

Turpin arrived home late that evening, as he’d been playing cards with some of the other judges in Perth. He was a little drunk, but not debilitatingly so. The house was dark and quiet, so he surmised Mary must be asleep in bed.

She must have been very tired indeed when she went to bed, because she’d left the curtains drawn, but at least it gave Turpin some moonlight with which to admire his sleeping wife’s form.

He spotted something strange about her nightgown, so he pulled down the covers to reveal… she was wearing a man’s jacket, he realised with a frown.

He didn’t recognise it - it certainly wasn’t his! The worst case scenario immediately springing to mind, Turpin took her by the shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position so he could remove the jacket from her and, hopefully, find out who it might belong to.

The movement caused Mary to wake up, and she blinked her eyes open, looking around sleepily in the semi-darkness.

“Whose is this?” Turpin demanded, holding the jacket up to her. “This jacket is certainly not mine, so whose is it?”

“Elliott,” Mary mumbled. She looked around, blinking, as if she thought he might be around.

Turpin sighed. Elliott. Of course it was bloody Elliott’s. The man was five months dead, and still he lingered like a ghost haunting his wife’s heart.

“Go back to sleep, Mary,” Turpin said. “I’ll put this away.”

Mary wanted to protest, but what could she say?

Instead, she closed her eyes as she laid back down on the pillow, tugging the duvet back over her to stop herself from shivering.

A few minutes later, the mattress sagged as Turpin joined her, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close to him.

“I’m here now,” he said, his tone hard to interpret, somehow both a comfort and a firm reminder.

Yes, he was here - and Elliott wasn’t. Mary remembered falling asleep in his arms, having determined that he most definitely could still make love to her as a ghost.

That had happened, hadn’t it? She hadn’t gone so mad with grief that she’d imagined her dead lover returning to her?

No, it must have happened… how else would his jacket have ended up around her shoulders?

She shivered in the cold night, and her husband held her closer, doing his best to give her what warmth he could from his body.

Elliott had been warm too… he must have been real. He must have.

But where was he now?

#rickmas2024 #alan rickman #elliott marston #quigley down under #judge turpin #sweeney todd #elliott x mary #turpin x mary

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deepperplexity · 1 year ago

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Prompt 24: Christmas Party

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Sir Penn’s Estate, Christmas Party 1850

A/N: So, it’s the last day of 2023 and I’m finally able to sit down for a little while to write and post this. We are having a calm New Year Celebration, just us three here at home with homemade sushi and some (neighbours will be shooting a lot though) fireworks so no dressing up, no extra cleaning, no extra cooking or prepping or anything (yes, I’m loving it after the super busy holiday 😅). This is a nice little thing to wrap up the year with I think, we get to look back a bit and then enjoy the present time as well with a stoic and sweet Turpin 🥰👏

A/N+: I thought I’d have some fun and use some real people this time around, sprinkling in a bit of accurate history among the fiction is always a good deal of fun (do keep in mind I have used the real people to enhance this story and my portrayal of them aren’t accurate to any more degree than names, ages, time stamps and professions - have no idea how they were in real life so I’ve just sprinkled in some history I’ve found through the past few years while I’ve written Turpin stories. Just thought I ought to use some of it, you know? 😂) so you’ll meet a man called Johan Penn and his wife Ellen Penn (neé English) as they match the time frame and they too have a huge age gap (21 years) between them which I thought would be great fun to use 🥰 1850 they had two children and one on the way as well so figured I'd use that too ^^

Tags/TW’s: Confessions, Memories, Societal Differences, Fluff, Affection, Growth, Age Gap, Dancing, Friendship

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The grand hall of Sir Penn’s estate was dressed in all things Christmas — garlands, tinsel, hundreds of candles, and sparkling decorations, each pillar wrapped in red and green, each surface covered in all things wonderfully Christmas-themed. You were in heaven, except for one thing — your husband was nowhere to be found after the first dance of the evening which he’d spent in a stiff sort of grace while twirling you about the room among all the pretty and chatty couples.

“Oh, Y/n, how good to see you!” came the sweet voice of Mrs Ellen Penn, you had first known her as Ellen English though as both you and Richard had been at their wedding three years ago. You felt a kinship with the sweet woman, both of you marrying men far beyond your age, but she had kept within her societal standing as she was the daughter of another well-known engineer, William English of Enfield, much like her husband was John Penn of Johan Penn and Sons . Your husband was of a different societal standing, of course, but both ranked high in their respective fields and often mingled in the same circles so you and Ellen had become great friends over the past years.

“Ellen, good evening, how are you?” you asked, smiling brightly while glancing toward her rounded belly where their third child grew. She laughed and patted her stomach affectionately.

“Oh, this is a wild one, I assure you, he’ll be the brawny one, I can feel it.”

“Sure it’s a he?” you asked and she nodded. “Well, three sons, what a blessing you are to your husband,” you continued and she laughed once more.

“I think he’s quite happy with his lot in life, lord knows I am. I do wish I could have a little daughter too though, you know?” You nodded, but you weren’t overly fond of children and still had none of your own. You were neither happy nor sad about it, your husband was not the fathering type either, you did suspect he wished for a son to carry on his legacy but you also knew he was not fond of the idea of children beyond that. As he always said, he was perfectly happy to simply have you as you were all that mattered to him.

“Where is the great judge?” Ellen asked while glancing around the room, being one of few who knew how you two loved each other and how well he treated you there was none of the usual fear or the like in her voice or expression.

“I confess, he’s managed to slip away. I don’t know where he walked off to but I’m sure he’ll find his way back, as he always does,” you said with a smile and Ellen smiled back at you. Both of you had been blessed with husbands who adored you, were fools in love, and were beyond possessive of all things regarding you — it was nice to have a friend who understood, who was in the same position in some ways. The gossip about you had been hard to deal with at first, seeing as you were of lower standing than your husband and with such an age difference the talks had been quite loud about town — with Ellen by your side, as a true friend in kind, things had become much easier.

You stood off to the side, watching the room while hunting for the man of your dreams who nearly none else seemed able to see as anything other than the ruthless judge who dolled out harsher sentences than any other in the country. He was more to you, different to you, something else to you entirely. It hadn’t always been like that, of course. You smiled to yourself as memories of the very first Christmas party you had celebrated together flooded your mind and you drifted off to the past while sipping a ridiculously expensive champagne…

“Will you come visit next week?” you asked and Ellen beamed at you.

“I would love to, I can leave John and William with my mother for an evening,” she said and you nodded, knowing full well it was for the benefit of both of you if she did not bring her children — they were two and one years old so they were a handful of needing constant attention and supervision.

“Ellen, my sunshine,” came the voice of Sir Penn and you both turned towards the man with his full beard and slightly upturned moustache. “Come dance with me,” he continued and you said your goodbyes before the two walked off. You felt blessed in life at that moment, surrounded by splendour and grandeur you were now used to. Richard had made sure of that, spoiling you endlessly in a manner only he ever could.

Four years earlier…

He was such a harsh, stoic man. Not a smile to be seen, not a softness to him in any manner. It had been a mere month since your November wedding, not enough time to get to know the man who had taken you off your family’s poor hands to be dressed in finery and held at a strange distance of close but not too close, far away but not too far away — as if your husband had a shield around him none could penetrate yet physically he had you close.

Your arms were wrapped around his, your hands gently resting atop his wrist, and it felt as if you had been standing there for an eternity, barely speaking a word or even being acknowledged at all. It was nearly as if you did not exist. Is it because of you, or because of my background? You wondered while you glanced up at the man whose arm you graced. The fact you got tingly all over at his appearance was something you barely could admit to yourself. He was so much older, his greying hair and the slight wrinkles to his face only made him more handsome in your eyes though. But how could you ever confess to such a thing? You still were not sure why the man had wed you.

“Judge Turpin,” said yet another round-bellied man as he bowed his head to your husband while passing by in the grand Hall of a man called Sir John Penn. You knew nothing of the world you had entered, nor any of the people inhabiting it. It was a terrifying place to be, yet you were not truly afraid as your husband always kept you close (just never close enough).

“Lord Burlington,” your husband said in that drawling dark voice of his but there was no bow of his head, a mere tilt of his chin was enough apparently.

“Tired?” he suddenly asked while you shifted your weight from foot to foot to ease the discomfort of standing still for so long.

You glanced up at him. “No, simply stiff,” you admitted while a slight blush warmed your cheeks from his stormy gaze solely focused on you.

“A dance, perhaps?” he continued and you thought his voice would be your undoing. You found no words so simply nodded and he led you out on the dance floor in that stiff yet gracefully respect commanding manner.

You danced around the room in a waltz, he led you with expertise and there was no hardship in following his lead. He really is a good dancer, if only he would soften a tad… He tugged you a little closer as you thought of that and your breath hitched.

“You look confused,” he murmured for only you to hear, “am I not leading well?”

“Oh, no, no you are an excellent dancer,” you hurriedly said in as low a tone as you could while he would still be able to hear you.

“Then why, do tell, the confusion?” You blushed even deeper at that, averting your gaze to the golden pin in his ascot to gather yourself as you had been wondering how you could be so attracted to a man like him all evening.

“Love?” he urged and your heart leapt in your chest, as it always did when he used any sweet terms while speaking to you.

“I— You are very handsome, sir,” you whispered and his fingers flexed by your waist.

“Is that so?”

“Yes…”

“And you are confused by this?”

“N-no,” you stuttered in admittance. “I am confused as to why I find you to be the most handsome man…”

“The most handsome?”

“Yes…” Not that I’ve found many men handsome before… Perhaps I have a very singular taste? Strange taste? Wrong taste? That last part made you nibble your lip and Richard spun you around.

As he caught you back up, holding you far too close, he leaned in and whispered by your ear. “I shall only ever need you to find me handsome, to hear I am the most handsome one in your beautiful eyes matters greatly.” His baritone voice had you shivering, goosebumps travelling down your spine in waves with the sensation of his breath against your skin.

“Richard, you are so confusing,” you confessed, your voice a meek noise you had little control over as it hitched.

“How come?”

“You are so cold, yet you say such sweet things at times.”

“I have been cold toward you?” A sound close to alarm in his voice.

“No, well, yes, well, no,” you stuttered as you thought of it. He hadn’t really been cold toward you, he was gentle and somewhat kind, a bit stiff and stoic, rough around the edges and somewhat harsh at times but no, he had not really been cold — in your presence towards others, yes, but not towards you now that you thought about it.

Had you really done so so many times? Had you missed his efforts? Been blind to his trials of getting closer to you while you had done all you could to be the good wife of a man in high society — in a world you did not belong, and did not know how to live within?

“Perhaps I ought to be the one confused,” he said with something you couldn’t possibly believe to be mirth in his voice. “You watch me with the most longing in your eyes, yet you do not take kindly to any of my advances, hiding away in the study or refusing to speak to me altogether when I endeavour to start a conversation with you.”

“What?”

“Oh, sweet wife, you have not once engaged fully in a conversation with me, no matter my efforts to start one. You always turn your eyes away, fidgeting with those delicate fingers of yours or offer me one of those tight-lipped smiles. Yes, exactly like that,” he said as you smiled up at him tightly, endeavouring to stop yourself from breaking out in a flurry of words that you wished to speak but were afraid to as they were wholly improper given the differences between you and your husband.

“I don’t know how to act in your world,” you confessed, feeling guilt and shame overwhelm your heart and mind.

“Act?”

“Yes, act, be,” you said.

“Love,” Richard said and stopped dancing. “You do not act with me, never with me. You live and you are you. There is no acting involved, what ever put that notion in your pretty head?” he asked with scrunched brows as he nearly glared down at you with disappointment.

You gulped down a breath, feeling your shoulders tense under those intimidating eyes you adored. “I am not from your world, I am—”

“You are everything and all the things I could hope for, just as you are. Do you not think I am well aware of who you are? Where you come from? Do you think me a man of little resources and forethought?” You shook your head and he held on tightly to your waist.

Current time…

Richard leaned in closer, the world fell away and the beautiful music seemed to die out.

“I am well aware of who you are, from your favourite colour to your preferred foods, your manner of acting with people you care for and how you behave toward strangers. How you fidget when you are worried, how your shoulders tense and how you bite your lip when holding back words, I am beyond aware of your meagre upbringing and the lack of education within high society,” he said in a rough sort of way you couldn’t make heads or tales of.

“What are you saying?”

“I know you, love, and there is no need to be anything or anyone except for yourself with me.”

You chuckled to yourself, feeling a tinge of a blush creep up your neck while you thought of that day when everything between the two of you had changed. How you had dared to open up to the harsh man who craved your true self while he had softened toward you and become an encouraging, doting husband who made you blossom into the assured and strong woman you were now. The journey had not been easy, or smooth, but you had both grown together.

Richard had changed little to the outside world, while you had become a different person with him by your side. He was an affectionate, if somewhat depraved and simultaneously doting lover and caring husband even if he was somewhat possessive and harsh. He was perfect for you, as you were perfect for him. You challenged him nowadays, you dared speak your mind unhindered and he actually listened to your words like none other ever had — like he listened to none other, and no matter what it said about you it honestly made you feel too good to be heard by him.

“Love, there you are,” Richard said, jolting you out of your thoughts, while he walked up to you in two long strides.

“Richard, darling, where have you been?” you asked while slipping onto his arm after he gave your temple a swift kiss.

“Sir Penn wished for a moment, some legal matters for the Institution.”

“The Mechanical Engineers? Everything alright?”

“Oh, more than alright, love. Do not worry that pretty head of yours, I know you care deeply for Mrs Penn, and given her current state I dare say it’s at its height for you, but there are no worries, only paperwork,” Richard said with a hint of a smile.

“Truly, Richard? Paperwork during the Christmas party?”

“My apologies, sweet wife,” he said with softness and kissed the top of your head.

“You are forgiven, if you dance a waltz with me,” you challenged and the deep but low chuckle he graced you with was like music to your soul.

“I shall gladly parade you about, my most beautiful wife,” he said and began leading you onto the dance floor while your fingers squeezed his and he looked at you with that stormy gaze of his that promised endless love and adoration…

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A/N: THAT WAS IT FOR THIS YEAR DARLINGS! 71k of words and it's all finished! 😱❤

The last fic of Rickmas2023 and even if I'm a few days late I finished this year and I wrote a fic for every single prompt and it's been quite the journey. I have really enjoyed this year's event, and doing so many serials was a real challenge tbh but I feel it was the right way to go this year. Also, sidenote, the Penn family does have a daughter a few years after this as well so Ellen's wish does get fulfilled!

I hope you've had lots of fun and feel happy about how this year turned out. This last fic is a little extra dedicated to my Blossom ( @snowblossomreads ), who chose Turpin as the final character for this year's round and I am ever so grateful for her and each one of you darlings ❤❤❤ I will be getting to the comments, reblogs and tags steadily during the upcoming days as well - I am so so so thankful and grateful for all your loving words and all the time you've spent with me and my writing this December. THANK YOU!

I wish you a super happy 2024 - filled with loved, joy and all the good things! ❤❤❤

Q: Which of my fics were your favourite of RICKMAS2023? 🥰

A: For me, I'd have to say continuing Hans and Anna-Louise's story was my favourite to re-visit and write, but my favourite in general would probably have to be Prompt 9. Missing Star - I have no exact reason, I just absolutely loved it 🥰

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circusgoth-dotcom · 6 months ago

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ermm sweeney & bill roleswap au?

Left: Benjamin "Sweeney" Barker, a middle-aged musician with a young daughter just trying to make his way in life. Lucy succumbed to an illness a few years after Johanna was born. After that, Sweeney began travelling up and down England, playing wherever would support him and his child. He winds up in Fleet Street and manages to secure two jobs in one; he now plays music in Mrs. Lovett's pie shop, and he cleans up in William Fang's parlor. Though he still mourns Lucy, he's much more optimistic and light-hearted than his canon counterpart.

Right: William "Bill" Fang, younger than Sweeney but just as world-weary, albeit for different reasons. His revenge is based in Judge Turpin imprisoning him for being a transsexual, and the Beadle being the one to out him. He was a humble barber and well-liked by his neighbours and community until that point. He's become bitter and antisocial in his righteous anger, but slowly grows a soft spot for Sweeney and Johanna. He very clearly dislikes Mrs. Lovett (who in turn has conflicting but mostly positive feelings about him) but upholds a, mostly, civil relationship so that he can keep his business and room.

#q'd #self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #gay self ship #trans self ship #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #self ship au #self ship moodboard #circus honks #circus scripts #💈I Will Learn to Love Again💈#🖌️💈.s/i #transphobia mention #death mention

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alilixx · 2 years ago

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fanfic characters x reader

I would also write fanfics about the actors (they are mostly the ones playing the characters on the list)

Here is my list:

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape:

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Lucius Malfoy

Character I'm not sure I do:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Fantastic Beasts:

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Minerva McGonagall

Lord Percival Graves

Hogwarts Legacy:

Phineas Nigellus Black

Sebastian Sallow

Aesop Sharp

Mirabel Garlick

Ominis Gaunt

Grand Theft Auto:

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Franklin Clinton

Niko Bellic

Steve Haines

Lester Crest

Agent 14

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Tsunade

Jiraya

Minato Namikaze

Gaara

Tobirama Senju

Senju Hashirama

Inuzuka Hana

Mitarashi Anko

Darui

Kushina Uzumaki

Kiba Inuzuka

Uchiha Shisui

Yujito Nii

Ôtsutsuki Indra

Ôtsutsuki Asura

Uchiha Obito

Mei Temurî

Boruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Mitsuki

Kawaki

Boruto Uzumaki

Konoha-Maru Sarutobi

Sakura Haruno

The Devil Wears Prada:

Serena

Miranda Priestly

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji Itadori

Utahime Iori

Masamichi Yaga

Inumaki Toge

Okkotsu Yûta

Sheko Ieiri

Yuki Tsukumo

Uraume

Toji Fushiguro

Gong Shi Woo

Atsuya Kusakabe

Ieri Shôko

Zenin Mai

Zenin Maki

Choso

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Mei Mei

Kento Nanami

Assassination Classroom:

Tadaomi Karasuma

Irina Jelavic

Koro Sensei (human)

One piece:

Shanks

Portgas D.Ace

Don Quijote Doflamingo

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji Vinsmoke

Coby

Trafalgar Law

Sabo

Marvel:

Agatha Harkness

Hela

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Matt Murdock

May Parker

Scott Lang

Shang Chi

Stephen Strange

Thena

Wanda Maximoff

Xu Wenwu

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen Smith

Amenadiel

Charlotte Richards

Aurora (Rory) Morningstar

Michael

Sandman:

The Corinthian

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

Johanna Constantine

Bleach:

Ichigo Kurosaki

Sousuke Aizen

Kuchiki Buyakuya

Coyote Stark

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Ashley Graham

Ethan Winters

Carlos Oliveira

Helena Harper

Rosemary Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Dr House:

Dr Gregory House

Dr Lisa Cuddy

Dr James Wilson

Dr Alissa Cameron

Dr 13

Two and a Half Men:

Charlie Harper

Walden Schmidt

Judith Harper

Jenny

Politicians:

Emmanuel Macron (French President)

Gabriel Attal (French Prime Minister)

Mathieu Maucort (French Interministerial Delegate)

Jordan Bardella (European Deputy and French President of the RN)

Volodimir Zelensky (Ukranian President)

Justin Trudeau (Canada Prime Minister)

I'M NOT TALK ABOUT MY POLITICAL PARTY OR WHETHER I SUPPORT THEM OR NOT!!! ONLY FOR PHYSICS HUH

Star Wars:

Kylo Ren

Captain Phasma

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

Valorant:

Chamber

Viper

Reyna

Omen

La Casa De Papel:

Berlin

El Professor

Suárez

My Hero Academia:

Dabi

Shota Aizawa

Nemuri Kayama

Todoroki Shôto

Toga Himiko

Shimura Nana

Chisaki Kai

Attack on titan:

Hanji Zoe

Levi Ackerman

Annie Leonhart

Mikasa Ackerman

Pirates of the caribbean:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Mrs. Lovett

Judge Turpin

The Witcher:

Geralt Of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri

Kaamelott:

Arthur Pendragon

Léodagan

Bohort

Yvain

Gauvain

Ygerne

Elias de Kelliwic’h

Spy X Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Castlevania

Dracula

Leon Belmont

Alucard

Trevor Belmont

Richard Belmont

Tera

Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton

Michael Schmidt

Vanessa Shelly

Satsuriku no Tenshi

Isaac Foster

Haikyuu!!

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Tetsurō Kuroo

Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED

Daisuke Kambe

Haru Katou

Ryo Hosino

Owari no Seraph

Guren Ichinose

Mikaela Hyakuya

Ferid Bathory

Crowley Eusford

Kureto Hiragi

Shinya Hiragi

Horn Skuld

Chess Belle

Rokudenashi Majutsu Koushi to Akashic Records

Glenn Radars

Sistine Fibel

Celica Arfonia

Albert Frazer

Domestic na Kanojo

Hina Tachibana

Rui Tachibana

Masaki Kobayashi

Reiji Kiriya

My new boss is Goofy

Shirosaki Yusei

Mitsuo Aoyama

Kinjo Aigo

Buddy Daddies

Kugi Kyûtarô

Suwa Rei

Kurusu Kazuki

Unasaka Misaki

Other characters

Sakata Gintoki from Gintama

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones by Gwendoline Christie

Hans Gruber from Die Hard by Alan Rickman

Sinclair Bryant from Close my eyes by Alan Rickman

Miranda Hilmarson from Top of the Lake by Gwendoline Christie

Charlie Harper from My Uncle Charlie by Charlie Sheen

Isaac Foster from Angels of Deaths

Link from The Legend Of Zelda

Cereza from Bayonetta

Leonora Lesso from School for Good and Evil by Charlize Theron

Elaine Markinson from Gringo by Charlize Theron

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal by Mads Mikkelson

Miss Perergrine from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Particular Children by Eva Green

Joel Miller from The Last Of Us by Pedro Pascal

Mr.Cat from Kaeloo

Marc from Le Flambeau by Jonathan Cohen

John Wick from John Wick’s movies by Keanu Reeves

Joe Goldberg from You by Penn Badgley

Crowley from Good Omens by David Tennant

Max Black from 2 Broke girls by Kat Dennings

Tobias from Ghost

#harry potter #severus snape #hermione granger #draco malfoy #howgarts #the witcher #sweeney todd #alan rickman #ghost #young royals #john wick #five nights at freddy's #good omens #the last of us #hannibal #miss peregrine imagine #zelda #others #etc

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minie-mastermind · 7 months ago

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Eternal Evil Head Cannon

My Earth 3 Crime Syndicate & world

(Crime Syndicate)

Owlman Aka Thomas Wayne Jr.

Ultraman Aka Klark Kent

Superwoman Aka Lois Lane

Johnny Quick Aka Jonathan Chambers

Power Ring Aka John Stewart

(Owlman Aka Thomas Wayne Jr.)

Talon i Aka Flamebird Aka Jim Gordon Jr.

Talon ii Aka Renegade Aka Jason Todd

Talon iii Aka Hawkfire Aka Carrie Kelly

Talon iiii Aka Furry Aka Helena Bertinelli/Wayne

She-Bat Aka Magpie Aka Maggie Kyle

The Stalker Aka Jack Ryder

Rubber Bandit Aka Patrick O'Brian

Phantasum Aka Minhkhoa "Khoa" Khan

Heretic Aka Cassandra Cain

Nightwing Aka Katherine Webb-Kane power from Medallion of Acrata taken from Andrea Rojas

Red Wing Aka Bette Kane power from the Meltdown Suit

Spitfire Aka Harper Row cyberneticly enhanced by Sarah Charles with parts from LeTonya Charles

Black Light Aka Duke Thomas

Death Mask Aka Gavin King with powers from Tektites nanotechnology

The Vulture Aka Tim Fox

The Stranger ii Aka Renee Montoya

(Ultraman Aka Klark Kent)

Assassin Bug Aka Irwin Schwab

Black Power Aka Jefferson Pierce

Shock Aka Anissa Pierce

Awe Aka Jennifer Pierce

Wolf & Bane Aka Rose Canton

Grid Aka Victor Stone R.I.P.

Hazard Aka Grant Albert Emerson

Warpath Aka Maggie Sawyer with powers from Karen Lou Faulkner

Terrible Turpin Aka Dan Turpin power from The Dark Seed made by New Apokolips Cult

Gang Warrior Aka José Delgado power from Powerhouse Formula

Valor Guard Aka Tanya Spears power from Alpha Centurion armour

Bibbo Bibbowski owner of the Ace's Club & holder of the Ace Armour originally the Rook Armour made by Derek Reston

The Sun Slinger Aka Steve Lombard power from Frederic Fowe's solar healing ray

Black Beetle Aka Michael Carter

Wormwood Aka David Reid with power of the Sword of Hyperiex

(Superwoman Aka Lois Lane)

Satan Girl Aka Kara Danvers power from Forge

Galatea Aka Donna Troy copy of Queen Diana Prince & last weapon of Demon Island

Olympia Aka Cassie Sandsmart

Requiem Aka Artemis the Shim'Tar of the Daughters of Arse wielder of the Bow of Arse

Annataz Arataz

Doctor Chaos ii Aka Khalid Nassour

Swamp King Aka Alexander Olsen

Bagman Aka Rory Regan took the Suit of Souls from Gerry Regan R.I.P.

Sapphire Fiend Aka Marlene Bloomberg power from the demonic skin of Daniel Patrick Cassidy

Deadly Nightshade Aka Susan Linden

Sorceress Aka June Moone

Jason Blood possessed by Asmodel

The Sirit Xanadu Aka Nimue Inwudu turn into a ghost by Trigon

Marilyn Midnight the Spirit of Cetropolis

Mary MAZAHS Aka Mary Mayhem Aka Mary Bromfield

(Johnny Quick Aka Jonathan Chambers)

Infero Aka Beatriz da Costa & Frostbite Aka Tora Olafsdotter

Enforcer Aka Guy Gardener Ex Owner Warrior Veronna

Scarlet Scarub ii Aka Ted Kord

Vamp Aka Mari McCabe

The Molder Aka Ralph Dibny

Steel Wolf Aka Dmitri Dmitriyevich Pushkin power suit from the Crimson Missile Corpse

Blüdwind Aka Raphael Arce

Elemental Man ii Aka William Everett iii

Red Claw Aka Vivian D'Aramis

Star-Tsar Aka Leonid Kovar

Gold Rush Aka Alix Harrower

Animal King Aka Bernhard Baker

Silver Siclone ii created by Thomas Oscar Morrow

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

(Power Ring)

Blue Bowman Aka Oliver Queen

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance

Bolt ii Aka Mia Dearden

Atomica Aka Rhonda Pineda the first 'Made Man' power from Dyno Might Aka Ray Palme

Sky Tyrant Aka Carter Hall

Blood Wing Aka Kendra Saunders

Warwolf Aka Lobo

Nightmare Aka Nia Nal

Mister Misfortune ll Aka Shilo Norman

Death Storm Aka Professor Martin Stein & Ronnie Raymond R.I.P.

Break Dance Aka Virgil Ovid Hawkins

Night Flier Aka Adam Strange

Mars Boy cloned from Alexander Luther & The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Conner Kent)

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

(Legion Of Justice)

Alexander Luthor

Genral Grodd

Lonar the New God

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel

Venus Aka Pamela Lillian Isley

Devil Ray Aka David Milton Hyde

Power Tower Aka Doris Zuel

Savanna Aka Barbara Ann Minerva

Omega created by Professor Anthony Ivo

Apocalypse Girl Aka Clara Kendall created by Professor Anthony Ivo & Thomas Oscar Morrow

Thaal Sinestro holder of the Yellow ring of Terror

(Justice Underground)

Genral Grodd

Sir Sonar Aka Bito Wladon

Lady Sonar Aka Ilana Wladon

Doctor Pychie Aka Edgar Cizko

Doctor Venomous Aka Princess Maru

Odysseus i Aka Morgan Ducard

Equinox Aka Justin Ballantine

Black Swan Aka Vanessa Kapatelis

Multitude Aka Danton Black

La Hechicera Aka Lourdes Lucero

Jackie Frost Aka Caitlin Snow

Dr. Eclipso Aka Bruce Gordon possessed by Aztar

Chance Aka Veronica Sinclair

The Abominable Snowman Aka Byrna Brilyant

Meltdown Aka Michael Miller

Live Fire Aka Floyd Lawton

Lightning Aka Lawrence "Larry" Bolatinsky

Tomestone Aka the corpse of Sheriff Cyrus Gold revived

Kirke (Anti-Matter counter part to Circe)

Powerhouse Aka Roland Desmond ex police officer of Blüdhaven power from Powerhouse formula made by Mark Desmond

(PDNRC)

Mayor Maximillian Shreck

Commissioner Cobblepot

Captain Rupert Thorne

Captain Carlton Duquesne

Detective Edward Nashton Aka Enigma

Officer Victor Zsasz

(PDC Gangbuster Unit)

Police Captain Bruno Mannheim

Mayor Morgan Edge

(Citys)

New Rotterdam (Anti-Matter counter part to Gotham)

Cetropolis (Anti-Matter counter part to Metropolis)

Seaboard (Anti-Matter counter part to Coast)

Midway (Anti-Matter counter part to Central)

Starling (Anti-Matter counter part to Star)

Beckville (Anti-Matter counter part to Fawcett)

(The Mystery Mask Society Aka New Rotterdam Justice Underground)

Orpheus Aka Roman Sionis

Morpheus Aka Dr. Francine Langstrom R.I.P.

Janus Aka Harvey Dent Wayne Industries ex defence attorney

Reaper Aka Andrea Beaumont fiancé to Julian Caspian R.I.P. mentored by Judson Caspian

Doctor Achilles Milo creator Anthony "Lupine" Lupus

Maxie Hades Aka Maxwell Zues (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxwell Zues)

Siren Aka Iris Phelios

Hydra Aka Waylon Jones

White Knight Aka Warren White ex DA

Apollo (Anti-Matter counter part to Prometheus)

Clayface l Aka Julie Madison

Clayface ll Aka Ethan Bennett

Clayface lll Aka Alain Mauricet

Clayface llll Aka Dean Devereaux

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(New Rotterdam City Vigilantes)

Manhunter Aka Thomas "Big Game" Blake

The Musketeer Aka Mortimer Drake

Silance Aka Thomas Elliot

Charaxes Aka Drury Walker power by Dr. Roderick Rose

Wraith Aka Elliot Caldwell &

Shadow Aka Clyde Anderson

Mrs. Zero Aka Nora Fries

Astro Anne Aka Roxanne Sutton

Stayman Aka Effigy Aka Jonathan Crane

Skeleton Key Aka Lyle Bolton

Professor Hugo Strange & his Paladins

White Rabbit Aka King Of Hearts Aka Jervis Tetch

The Puppeteer Aka Slam Bradley Aka Arnold Wesker

Sea Wolf Aka Grace Balin

Dollhouse Aka Mary Louise Dahl

Arkham Angel i Aka Vicky Vale/Arkham

Arkham Angel ii Aka Astrid Arkham

(New Rotterdam City Criminals)

Owlwoman i Aka Katrina Moldoff

Owlwoman ii Aka Sonia Alcana, Kathy Duquesne & Rocky Ballantine

(The Harpy's Of New Rotterdam)

Mrs. Zero Aka Nora Fries

Red Hood Aka Alexis Kaye

Black Bat Aka Francine Lee

(Justice Underground Insiders)

Black Power Aka Jefferson Pierce

Tsukuri Aka Tatsu Yamashiro

Transmuto Aka Rex Mason

Terra-Force Aka Prince Brion Markov

Model Citizen Aka Emily Briggs

Aurora Aka Gabrielle Doe

Violet created by C.O.M.P.U.T.O. 8 (Anti-Matter counter part to Indigo)

(Justice Guild)

Pinkerton Ghost Aka James Craddock

Shadow Sheriff Aka Carl Sands

Mister Black Aka Richard Swift

Matter Mage Aka Mark Mandrill

Dummy i Aka Peter Merkel

Loin-Miss l Aka Priscilla Rich

Loin-Miss ll Aka Deborah "Debbi" Domaine

Iceberg i Aka Joar Mahkent

Iceberg ii Aka Cameron Mahkent

Sportsman Aka Lawrence Crock

Pantheress Aka Paula Brooks Crock

Crusher Aka Artemis Crock

Terra-Mancer Aka Adam Fells

Warlock Aka William Zard

Music Master Aka Isaac Bowin

Brainpower i Aka Henry King Sr

Johnny Misery Aka Jonathan Sorrow

King Basilisk Aka Shiro Ito (Anti-Matter counter part to Dragon King)

Saber Aka Cindy Burman

Brainstorm i Aka Clifford DeVoe

Black Jack Aka Steven Sharpe i

Black Jack Aka Steven Sharpe ii

Roulette Aka Rebecca Sharpe

Challenger Aka Edward Clariss

Card Queen Aka Molly Mayne

Captain Thunder Aka Theo Ramses Djoser Teth-Adam

Tomestone Aka the corpse of Sheriff Cyrus Gold revived

Cival Sage (Anti-Matter counter part to Vandal Savage)

Yellow Bee (Anti-Matter counter part to Yellow Wasp)

Golden Bee (Anti-Matter counter part to Killer Wasp)

Whitebriar Rose (Anti-Matter counter part to Blackbriar Thorn)

(Crime Lodge)

Streak Aka Jay Garrick

Emerald Knight Aka Alan Scott using the Heart of Chaos

Emerald Aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden

Oblivion Aka Todd James Rice

Johnny "Thunderer" Thunder with the power of Yz

Mad Dog i Aka Ted Grant

Mad Dog ii Aka Yolanda Montez

Mad Dog iii Aka Tom Bronson

Bogeyman i Aka Wesley Dodds

Bogeyman ii Aka Garrett Sanford

Bogeyman iii Aka Sandy Hawkins

The Clock Aka Rex Tyler

Mr Horrific i Aka Terry Sloane

Mr Horrific ii Aka Michael Holt

Atomico Aka Grant Albert Pratt

Elemental Man i Aka William Everett, Sr.

Southwind Aka Norda Cantrell

White Cat Aka Dinah Drake

Brainpower ii Aka Henry King, Jr.

Doctor Chaos i Aka Kent Nelson

Doctor Noon i Aka Charles McNider

Doctor Noon ii Aka Elizabeth "Beth" Chapel

Commander Iron Aka Nathaniel "Nathan" Heywood

Phantom Aka Jim Corrigan possessed by Galid

Skully Aka S.K.U.L.L. AKA Pat Dugan & Cross Bones Boy Aka Sylvester Pemberton

Radion Aka Terrence Kurtzberger

Fusion Aka Fallout Aka Albert Julian Rothstein

Silver Siclone i Aka Abigail Hunkel

Twister Aka Maxine Hunkel

Spaceman i Aka Ted Knight

Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

Sky Tyrant Aka Carter Hall

Blood Wing Aka Kendra Saunders

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

(Entropy Inc.)

Emerald Aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden

Oblivion Aka Todd James Rice

Mad Dog ii Aka Yolanda Montez

Mad Dog iii Aka Tom Bronson

Southwind Aka Norda Cantrell

Brainpower ii Aka Henry King, Jr.

Doctor Noon ii Aka Elizabeth "Beth" Chapel

Fusion Aka Fallout Aka Albert Julian Rothstein

Twister Aka Maxine Hunkel

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

(Young Offenders)

Hawkfire Aka Carrie Kelly

Olympia Aka Cassie Sandsmart

Mars Boy cloned from Alexander Luther & The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Conner Kent)

Speed Freak Aka Bartholomew Henry "Bart" Allen II

Remnant grown from the blood of Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Slobo)

Priestess Aka Anita Fite

Revenant Aka Greta Hayes

Miss Fire Aka Cissie King-Jones

(Teen Tyrants)

Flamebird Aka Jim Gordon Jr.

Wildfire Aka Koriand'r

Mirage Aka Tennyo Kushna Daughter of Rama Kushna & Katarou (Anti-Matter counter part to Raven)

Changling Aka Garfield Logan

Grid Aka Victor Stone R.I.P.

Geo Aka Tara Markov

Ballistic Aka Amy Sue Allen

Speed Zone Aka Wallace R. West

Riptide Aka Jackson Hyde Aka Kaldur'ahm

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(Young/New Syndicate)

Miss Maneater Aka M'gann M'orzz

Tempest Aka Garth

Deadeye Aka Connor Hawke

Slipstream Aka Jesse Chambers

Mantis Aka Jamie Raynes

(Young Defenders)

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Klarion the kid Crusader

Anarky Aka Tim Drake

Toymaster iii Aka Hiro Okamura

Weather Witch Aka Joss Jackam

Black Arrow Aka Tommy Merlyn

Whitago Aka Miiyahbin Marten

Blaze Aka Keli Quintela Clonus's Effigy Gauntlet

Psi Kid Aka Sammy Stryker agent the of Psi-Ops Programme

(Young Underground)

Zero Aka Ivruskin son of Faora & Avruskin

Short Circuit Aka Julien Jourdain

Elastic Lad Aka Luke O'Brian

Amaxon Thunder Aka Aresia using Amaxon artifacts from the High Sisterhood of Hippolita Cult

Purifire Aka Aubrey Sparks power from Ignition the second Forge

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(The Angel's Sword)

Michael Al Malak/Wayne son of Cain

War Hound Aka Xiomara Rojas

Psionic Lass Aka Kathy Branden

Roughhouse Aka William Wu

Omega Kid Aka Reggie Meyer

Chernobog (Anti-Matter counter part to Flatline)

Brimstone (Anti-Matter counter part to Djinn)

Red Dart Aka Emiko Queen

(Teen Legion)

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

The Whize Aka Leonard "Lenny" Luthor

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Vis Majeure Aka Penny Booker

Cruise Aka Edward "Eddie" Thawne

Selkie Aka Ruth Lauer Aka Ra'ut L'lwer

Matrix Aka Roni Evers

Bobcat Aka Samuel Ballesteros

(The Revolutionaries)

Time Keeper Aka Temple Fugate

Marauder ii Aka Rose Wilson agent of the Amerikan Military

Lightning Strike Aka Terrence Bolatinsky agent of Justice Underground

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble agent of Human Supremacist Movement

Disastrous Aka Angelica Smith agent of H.I.V.E.

Kid Cobra Aka Nathan Prince agent of the Ouroboros Order

(The Rebellion)

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

Brainwave Aka Bernard "Barney" Venton

Violet created by C.O.M.P.U.T.O. 8 (Anti-Matter counter part to Indigo)

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble

Bestiary Aka Samuel Register

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

(Rebels For Rent / The Rebels)

Marauder ii Aka Rose Wilson

Kitsune Aka Jade Nguyen

Lieutenant Lightning Aka Behrad Tarazi

Ink ii Aka Mark Richards

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Ember Aka Carla Moretti

(The Resistance)

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

Klarion the kid Crusader

Mar closed from The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Match)

Kwiz Kid (Anti-Matter counter part to Enigma)

Ballistic Aka Amy Sue Allen

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

(The Ouroboros Order)

King Cobra l Aka Sameer Park

Queen Cobra Aka Larissa Diaz

Kid Cobra Aka Nathan Prince

(Barbatos Cult)

Black Bat Aka Francine Lee

Morpheus Aka Dr. Francine Langstrom R.I.P.

(The Magic Underground)

Brother Light Aka Eldon Peck

Cinder (Anti-Matter counter part to Ember)

Dark Angel Aka Lori Zechlin

Romdur the Merciful (Anti-Matter counter part to Mordru the Merciless)

Morgan Le Fay the rightful Queen of England

Darkness Mistress Aka Sir Ystin wielding the Sword of Night

John Sargent the Spellcaster user of the Ruby of Life

Jaimini Sargent the Spellcaster user of the Ruby of Life

Night Nurse Aka Suriel possessing Alice Winter (Anti-Matter counter part to Nightmare Nurse)

Felix Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Felix Faust)

Fauna Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Fauna Faust)

Sebastian Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Sebastian Faust)

(The Pentacle Pact)

J.J. Thunderer Aka Jakeem Williams with the power of Yz

Klarion the kid Crusader

Daughter 13 Aka Tracy Thirteen

Damon Arataz (Anti-Matter counter part to Zachary Zatara)

Hex Aka Ginny Hex the artefact hunter

(Human Supremacist Movement)

Cole Parker the Human Supremacist Movement founder, leader & head engineer

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble

(The Knighthood)

Brother Blood Aka Niccolai Tepes

The Knight Aka Natalia Mitternacht

The Slayer Aka Anton Mitternacht

(Outsiders)

Talon ii Aka Renegade Aka Jason Todd

Superiorman "Soups" Aka Nullman ii Aka John Corben member of the Outsiders (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Akila runaway of The Daughters of Ares

(Citizens)

FBI Agent Simon Baz

Ace of Spades Killer Aka Liza Warner

Long Shot Aka Jessica Cruz the globe trotting assassin

James Gordon the mob boss of all New Rotterdam City & agent of Owlman

Sister Selina Kyle of church of satanism

Steven "Shifty" Drake

the Human Target Aka Jonathan Drew

Code Name : Assassin Aka Christopher Chance

Overlord Aka Travis Morgan Amerikan defector & ruler of Skartaris

Doctor Leslie Thompkins Head of Arkham Asylum

Lucius Fox head of Wayne Industries tech division & arms dealer

Natasha Irons apprentice to Lucius Fox and employee of Wayne Industries tech division

Sin the Teenage Assassin Aka Sid Rickard (Anti-Matter counter part to Prez Rickard)

The Freak Aka Big Wheeler (Anti-Matter counter part to Brother Power)

(Darkstars)

Controller Mu leader of the Darkstars

Blackstar i R.I.P. (Anti-Matter counter part to Evil Star)

Blackstar ii Aka William Hand

Razor

Fatality

Soranik Sinestro

Quanta Walker

Larfleeze

Mongal

B'dg

(Ultraman Vengeance Squadron)

Mr. Abominable Aka Jimmy Olsen

Metallo Aka John Henry Irons cybernetic's powered by K-Metal

Daughter 13 Aka Tracy Thirteen

Insect Queen Aka Lana Lang & Zazzala ex owner Marcia Monroe

Centaur clone of Jim Harper

(Cetropolis Vigilantes)

Liberator Aka Nullman i Aka Rudy Jones (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Cyborg Ultraman Aka Henry Henshaw ex leader of Excalibur using the modified body of Rudy Jones

Superiorman "Soups" Aka Nullman ii Aka John Corben member of the Outsiders (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Supernova Aka Nullman iii Aka K. Russell Abernathy powered by K-Metal (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro & Nuclear Man)

Black Banshee Aka Siobhan McDougal

Dead Air Aka Leslie Willis

Phosphorus Aka Claire Selton

Atomic Knight Aka Joseph Martin created by Doctor Albert Michaels

Officer Grflznk

Warden Aka Carl Draper

Castellan Aka Carla Draper

Toymaster i Aka Winslow Schott

Toymaster ii Aka Jack Nimball

Red Hood Aka Oswald Loomis the one man Red Hood gang of Centropolis

Armory Aka Mickey DuBois powers from Alexander Luther

Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Doomsday)

(Seaboard City Vigilantes)

Repulse Aka Neal Emerson

Ink i Aka Abel Tarrant

Ink ii Aka Mark Richards

Dummy i Aka Peter Merkel

Dummy ii Aka Peter Merkel, Jr.

Force Majeure Aka Paul Booker

(Midway City Vigilantes)

The Alchemist Aka Barry Allen

Tortoise (Anti-Matter counter part to Turtle)

Cival Sage (Anti-Matter counter part to Vandal Savage)

Brainstorm i Aka Clifford DeVoe

Brainstorm ii Aka Cliff Carmichael

Locust Aka Elizabeth Hersch R.I.P.

Godspeed (Anti-Matter counter part to Savitar)

Blue Flame Aka Malcolm Thawne using the Cobalt Stone

Gold Heart Aka Keith Kenyon & Silver Smith Aka Amunet Black

Anvil Aka Anthony Woodward

Prism Aka Roy G. Bivolo

Mister Element Aka Albert Desmond

Crimson Aka Frances "Francine" Kane

Blight Aka Neil Borman

(The Rogue Hunters)

Commander Cold Aka Leonard "Leo" Snart

Heat Stroke Aka Mick Rory

Weather Warlock Aka Mark Mardon

Trixer i Aka General James Jesse

Trixer ii Aka Axel Walker

Twister Aka Roscoe Dillon

Golden Guardian Aka Lisa Snart

Mirror Monarch i Aka Sergeant Sam Scudder

Mirror Monarch ii Aka Evan McCulloch

Private Piper Aka Hartley Rathaway

Commander Boomerang i Aka George "Digger" Harkness

Commander Boomerang ii Aka Eowyn "Boomer" Mercer

(Project Chase)

Hot Pursuit Aka Hunter Zolomon

Cruise Aka Edward "Eddie" Thawne

Speed Demon Aka Daniel West

(Sea Devils Aka Atlantis)

Sea King Aka Arthur Curry

Siren Lori Aka Lemaris

Barracuda Aka Orm Marius

Leviathan (Anti-Matter counter part to Lagoon Boy)

Dead Water Aka Peter Mortimer

Fisher King Aka Fisherman

Ishmael

Hippocampi Aka Lorena Marquez first of the Sunken

Piranha Aka Tula Marius the second in command of Orm

(Weaponers)

Weaponer-500 Hal Jordan

Weaponer-666 Kyle Rainer

(Red Hood Gang The Crimson Avengers)

Red Hood Aka Jack Napier the leader

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel second in command

Red Hood Aka Alexis Kaye

Red Hood Aka Ryan Wilder

Red Hood Aka Elizabeth Kane

Red Hood Aka Dana Harlowe

Red Hood Aka Gaggy Gagsworth A. Gagsworthy

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(Brotherhood Of Good)

Cerebrum (Anti-Matter counter part to the Brain)

Gentleman George (Anti-Matter counter part to Monsieur Mallah)

Miss Shade Aka Laura De Mille

Gemini Aka Gemini De Mille

Port Aka Emil LaSalle

Freakout Aka Angela Hawkins

Hemo-Goblin Aka Otto von Furth

(Salvage Squad)

Doc Aka Niles Caulder

Elongated-Doll Aka Rita Farr

Positive Man Aka Lawrence Trainor

Automan "Otto" Aka Clifford Steele

Changling Aka Garfield Logan

Plain Jane Aka Kay Challis

Worldspinner Aka Dorothy Spinner

Don the Mean Street

(Fearsome Five)

Jongleur Aka Myron Victor

Splitshot Aka William King

Lagomorph Aka Athena Tremor

Hindenburg Aka Herman Cramer

Tremor Aka Leander Brent

(League Of Light)

Ra's/Sawt Al Malak

Talie Al Malak

Cain (Anti-Matter counter part to Bane)

Black Archer Aka Malcolm Merlyn

Michael Al Malak/Wayne son of Cain

Odysseus ii Aka Maya Ducard

Bruiser Aka Colin Wilkes

(HellRaisers Decision The Satanist Church)

Brother John Constantine

Sister Sabina De La Croix

Father Midnite Aka Linton Midnite

(Order of St. Faust)

Asmodeus Aka Jean-Paul Valley, Jr.

(Metal Marauders)

Doctor William Magnus

Gold

Iron

Lead

Tin

Mercury

Platinum

Copper

(L.A.W. Living Assault Weapons)

W A R Warrior Weapons World Allocation Regent

Commander Steel (Anti-Matter counter part to Sargent Steel)

Armageddon Aka Timothy Zanetti

The Stranger i Aka Vic Sage

Martial Law Aka Ripley Jagger

Scarlet Scarub i Aka Dan Garrett

War Monger Aka Christopher Smith

Midnight Aka Eve Eden

(Starling City Vigilantes)

Artemis Aka Carrie Cutter

General Vertigo Aka Werner Zytle

(Queen Industries / The Bowmen)

Blue Bowman Aka Oliver Queen

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance first mistress of Oliver Queen

Bolt ii Aka Mia Dearden

Pandora Aka Chloe Sullivan archeologist specializing magical Amazon weaponry & second mistress of Oliver Queen

Watchtower Aka Felicity Smoak third mistress of Oliver Queen, hacker & head of Queen Industries cyber security

The Hood Aka John "The Gave Digger" Diggle head of security at Queen Industries & Agent of the Blue Bowman

(Lex Corp)

Alexander Luthor head of Lex Corp & leader of the Legion Of Justice

Ardora Luther wife to Alexander Luthor & Alien Refugee

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

(Future Criminal)

Black Scarab Aka Lily

Rip Hunter the Time Shredder

Anachronos Aka Matthew Ryder

XLR8 Aka Jenny Ognats

(Future Vigilante)

Black Guardian ii Aka Michelle Carter

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

Officer Zoom Aka Eobard Thawne

Hokus Pokus (Anti-Matter counter part to Abracadabra)

The Twin Tornadoes Aka Don Allen & Dawn Allen

(Past Vigilante)

Mister Misfortune l Aka Thaddeus Brown

El Mefisto Aka Lazarus Lane first holder of the spirit of wrath

Jonah Hex mercenary & artefact hunter

Per Degaton last of the Time Trust

(The 101)

Orca Aka Tobias Whale

Stalwart Aka Richard Hertz

(Blackguard Inc.)

Black Guardian i Aka Trixie Collins

(H.I.V.E Aka Hierarchy for International Virtuous Empowerment)

Geo Aka Tara Markov

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Marauder i Aka Grant Wilson R.I.P.

Major Disaster Aka Michael Beldon

(Imperium)

Properium (Anti-Matter counter part to Protex)

A-Ternal (Anti-Matter counter part to A-Mortal)

Armakine (Anti-Matter counter part to Armek)

Morphxus (Anti-Matter counter part to Fluxus)

Primeve (Anti-Matter counter part to Primaid)

Ironix (Anti-Matter counter part to Tronix)

Xentury (Anti-Matter counter part to Zenturion)

Shüt (Anti-Matter counter part to ZüM)

(Crusaders)

Kingdom Aka Jackson Hawk

Jen Volt

The Maker Aka Dr. Angela Spica

Raptor Aka Shen Li-Men

Phoebus & Nightfall (Anti-Matter counter part to Apollo & Midnighter)

The Shaman Aka Jeroen Thornedike

(Executioners)

Eradicator Aka Vera Lynn Black

United Jack Aka Manchester Black

Vulcan Aka Nathan Craig Jones

Chimera Aka Pamela

The Dragon Aka Rampotatek

(Amerikan Military)

Major Trouble Aka Joseph Jones

Agent Chain Aka Benjamin Lockwood of Children of Chains

Commander Hector Hammond the head of the Psi-Ops Programme

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Shepherd Aka Joseph Wilson agent of the Psi-Ops Programme

Psi Kid Aka Sammy Stryker agent the of Psi-Ops Programme

Pilgrim Aka Steve Trevor

Amanda Waller Director of the Ghost Initiative

Genral Nathaniel Christopher Adam head of the Armageddon Project

Major General Clifford Zmeck husband to Helen Zanetti & the onsite head the Armageddon Project

Lieutenant Katherine "Kate" Rebecca Kane agent of Project M & head of the Creeps Company

(The Armageddon Project)

Armageddon Aka Timothy Zanetti

Onslaught Aka Max Thrane

Genral Nathaniel Christopher Adam head of the Armageddon Project

Major General Clifford Zmeck husband to Helen Zanetti & the onsite head the Armageddon Project

(Project M "Monstrosity" / Creeps Company)

Lieutenant Katherine "Kate" Rebecca Kane agent of Project M & head of the Creeps Company

Lady Frankenstein Aka Bride of Frankenstein

Anthony "Lupine" Lupus

Andrew "Bloody Bennett" Bennett

Kha-Ef-Re the Sun "Sunny" King

(The Green)

Venus Aka Pamela Lillian Isley

Swamp King Aka Alexander Olsen

(Order Of Andromeda)

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

Valor Guard Aka Tanya Spears power from Alpha Centurion armour

The Andromeda Madonna Aka Ultrawoman Aka Dana Dearden

(The Republic Of Kahndaq)

Captain Thunder Aka Theo Ramses Djoser Teth-Adam

Kahndaq

Lieutenant Lightning Aka Behrad Tarazi

Sargent Storm Aka Zari Adrianna Tomaz

(Overlords Of Oha)

The Interceptors (Anti-Matter counter part to The Manhunters)

Interceptors Highmistress Aka Alpha (Anti-Matter counter part to Aya)

(High Priestess Of Zamaron)

The Unseen Lantern Corps (Anti-Matter counter part to Ultra Violet & Dark Lantern)

Infrared Aka Carol Ferris

Atrocitus The Unseen Lantern

Lyssan Drak holder of the book of Unseen Light

(Cosmic Citizens)

Star Taxie Aka Rokko

Infinitus the Multi-Alien Aka Sojourner "Jo" Mullein

Princess Neila (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxima)

Starro the unifier

Saint Walker failed prophet of the Astonia star doomsday cult & harold to Starro

C.O.M.P.U.T.O. (Civilizations Oncoming Meltdown Preservation Universal Transport Operator) hosted by Vril Dox

Hyperiex (Anti-Matter counter part to Imperiex)

(Maximen)

Maximilian Lord Ex Attorney for the Crime Syndicate (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxwell Lord)

S@v0ur (Anti-Matter counter part to Kilg%re)

Terror Twins Shifter Aka Jayna & Downpour Aka Zan

Long Shadow Aka Holling Longshadow

Surge (Anti-Matter counter part to Black Vulcan)

Wind Dragon Aka Toshio Eto

(Happy "Hellion" Harbour)

Lucas "Snapper" Carr leader of the Snappers Street Gang

(Rings Of The Emotional Spectrum)

Raga holder of the Red ring of Furry

Yalan Gur holder of the Orange ring of Gluttony

Arisia holder of the Pink ring of Passion

Thaal Sinestro holder of the Yellow ring of Terror

Mongul holder of the Blue ring of Faith

Empero holder of the Indigo ring of Empathy (Anti-Matter counter part to Despero)

Power Ring Aka John Stewart holder of the Green ring of Resolve

(Sivana Squad)

Cabi The First Aka Cononel Thaddeus Sivana (Anti-Matter counter part to Ibac the First)

Major Magnificus Sivana grow up on Siegmund Krieger's miracle food

Captain Beautia Sivana holder of the Cloak of Darkness

General Georgia Sivana co creator & pilot for the Miss Atom Armour (Anti-Matter counter part to Mr. Atom)

Cabbas Aka Sargent Thaddeus Sivana, Jr. (Anti-Matter counter part to Sabbac)

(Humanites)

Super-Humanite Aka Gerard Shugel's mind placed in the boy of an Albino Gorilla

Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Doomsday)

Snow Queen Aka Delores Winters's mind placed in the boy of Ice Queen Aka Sigrid Nansen R.I.P.

Samson Aka Xavier Simon's mind placed in the boy of a Sivlerback Gorilla

Powerman Aka Morgan Wilde's mind placed in the boy of an Ultraman android

(H.I.V.E. Five)

Commando Aka Simon Jones ex agent of the Psi-Ops Programme

Mastodon Aka Baran Flinders

Glimmer Aka Selinda Flinders

Bless (Anti-Matter counter part to Jinx)

Gadget Aka Mikron O'Jeneus

(Amaxons of Demon Island)

Diana Prince Queen of Demon Island

Hippolita ex queen, lover of Hades & the pact maker of Demon Island

(Amaxons of κόρες του είναι Aka daughters of Ares)

Antiope first Queen of daughters of ares, the pact breaker and first of the daughter of Arse

Requiem Aka Artemis the Shim'Tar of the daughters of Ares wielder of the Bow of Arse

Akila runaway of The Daughters of Ares

(Alexander Luthor's Test Animal)

Neutro the Ultra-Dog (Anti-Matter counter part to Krypto the Super-Dog)

Hadro the Ultra-Horse (Anti-Matter counter part to Comet the Super-Horse)

Proto the Ultra-Ape (Anti-Matter counter part to Beppo the Super-Ape)

Electro the Ultra-Cat (Anti-Matter counter part to Streaky the Super-Cat)

Negatro the Ultra-Mouse (Anti-Matter counter part to Krypto Mouse)

(Galaxy Communications)

Cat Grant head of GCN

(Checkmate Crewe)

Black King Aka Joseph Carny

White Queen Aka Mona Taylor

Black Bishop (Anti-Matter counter part to Jack of Spades)

Black Knight Aka Wanda Wayland

White Rook Aka Derek Reston maker of the Rook Armour

(The MAZAHS's Family)

Mistress MAZAHS Aka Lena Luthor

Champion "Champ" Aka Otis Graves

The Whize Aka Leonard "Lenny" Luthor

Ignatius the pet iguana & dragon

(The Wizard MAZAHS's Militia)

The Wizard MAZAHS Aka Mamaragan

MAZAHS Aka William "Will" Batson R.I.P.

MAZAHS Jr. Aka Freddy Freeman R.I.P.

Mary MAZAHS Aka Mary Mayhem Aka Mary Bromfield

Darla Dudley R.I.P.

Eugene Choi R.I.P.

Pedro Peña R.I.P.

Dudley H. Dudley R.I.P. ex head of the Bad News Boys pick pockets

Tawny Tiger the ally cat & tiger

(Wet Works / The Horned Corporation)

Hadrian Aka Yohn Kohl

Sister Cyber Aka Maxine Manchester

Devotee Aka Lady Zannah

Razorback Aka Reno Bryce

Black Magic Aka Priscilla Kitaen

Mangaler Aka Jeremy Stone

Code Red Aka Cole Cash

Scourge Aka Marc Slayton

Rhamnusia Aka Lady Charis of the Adrastea

O.M.A. One Man Army (Anti-Matter counter part to O.M.A.C & T.A.O)

Slaughter Aka Kenesha

Mister Massacre Aka James Bronson Aka Massacros of Khera

Legend (Anti-Matter counter part to Mythos)

Black Zero derived from Experiment B 0 Aka Null Woman Aka Adrianna Tereshkova (Anti-Matter counter part to Void & Bizarro Girl)

(Team 6)

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Amanda Waller

Pilgrim Aka Steve Trevor

John Lynch

Code Red Aka Cole Cash

Jackhammer Aka Alexander Fairchild

(Skywatch)

Henry Bendix Director of The Weathermen & bonded with the Void entity

Celsius Aka Lauren Pennington

Prima Donna Aka Isabella Fermi

Heaven Sent Aka Nigel Keane

Gashadokuro Aka Toshiro Misawa

Brumal Aka Nikolas Andreyvitch Kamarov

(Ghost Initiative /Ghost Patrol)

Amanda Waller Director of the Ghost Initiative

Colonel Richard Flag, Jr.

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel

Live Fire Aka Floyd Lawton

Man-Shark Aka Nanaue

Commander Boomerang i Aka George "Digger" Harkness

(The Huntresses)

Overwatch Aka Barbara Gordon

Richard "The Gray Ghost" Grayson top assassin of mob boss James Gorden

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance

Talon iiii Aka Furry Aka Helena Bertinelli/Wayne

Condor ii Aka Dawn Granger & Swan ii Aka Holly Granger

Madame Black Mask ii Aka Zinda Blake

(Unalloyed Criminals)

The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus R.I.P.

Streak Aka Barry Allen the one man the Crime Syndicate couldn't catch

Condor i Aka Donald Hall & Swan i Aka Hank Hall

(Black Mask Squadron)

Black Mask Aka Bartholomew "Bart" Hawk

Andre Blanc-Dumont

Carlo "Chuck" Siriani

Madame Black i Aka Natalie Reed

Olaf Friedriksen

Ritter Hendricksen

Stanislaus Drozdowski

Weng Chan

(The Movement)

Commodore Murphy

Cecilia "Cece" Sunbeam

J.P. Houston

Lucia Lynn Houston

Mohammed Qahtanii

(Pokolistan Military)

Zed Aka Avruskin

Faora Right hand woman to Zed Aka Avruskin

Zero Aka Ivruskin son of Faora & Avruskin

Short Circuit Aka Julien Jourdain

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