#william turpin

[agathasstrap]

heyyyy not sure if you've ever watched Sweeney Todd but can we have character icons?

Amelia Lovett, Sweeney Todd, Anthony Hope, Johanna Barker, & William Turpin — Icons

[deepperplexity]

And still the names sound so fancy 🤭 Fancy D... 👀👌

William, Richard, it doesn’t matter. it’s all penis in the end 🍆 @deepperplexity

[theoutcastrogue]

Britain's Outlaws: Highwaymen, Pirates and Rogues

"3-part BBC documentary series. Few figures in British history have captured the popular imagination as much as the outlaw. From gentleman highwaymen, via swashbuckling pirates to elusive urban thieves and rogues, the brazen escapades and the flamboyance of the outlaw made them the antihero of their time - feared by the rich, admired by the poor and celebrated by writers and artists. In this three-part series, historian Dr Sam Willis ... shows that, far from being 'outsiders', outlaws were very much a product of their time, shaped by powerful national events."

Episode 1 - Knights of the Road: The Highwayman's Story

"In 1714, Captain Alexander Smith's book The Complete History of the Lives and Robberies of the Most Notorious Highwaymen caused a sensation. It set the bar for colourful and slightly dubious accounts of the big names in highway robbery. But whilst the public might find them romantic, the elite weren't so keen. They represented a threat to the social order: not only were they attacking property with impunity without any regard to the rank of their victims, but the robberies were giving them wealth and pretensions of status.

To satirists, there was a delicious irony to the howls of outrage about highwaymen. For them, politicians in the Georgian government were even worse thieves. In 1728, John Gay penned The Beggar's Opera, using a highwayman called Macheath as a central character in his stage satire. Macheath was the theatrical incarnation of the gentleman robber, but he wasn't the villain of the peace. He was moral, he was noble, and it was set against the rapaciousness of the elite. His character was used to dissect the hypocrisy of the ruling classes, who were losing more at the gambling tables than they were on the roads. Then there was the corruption. In John Gay's eyes, highwaymen were more honest thieves than the government. The ruling class were committing robberies of their own, but they were getting away with it. Prime Minister Robert Walpole spirited away thousands of pounds, and when the Chancellor, the Earl of Macclesfield, took a hundred thousand pounds in bribes, all he got was a fine."

[aboutanancientenquiry]

Herodotus on Croesus, Xerxes, and the denial of death

William N. Turpin "Croesus, Xerxes, and the Denial of Death (Herodotus 1.29–34; 7.44–53)", Classical World, Volume 107, Issue 4. 535-541.

ABSTRACT: Herodotus portrays both Croesus and Xerxes as resolutely unaware of their own mortality, despite conversations about the life span of an ordinary human (Croesus), and the mortality of his massive army (Xerxes). Part of what makes Croesus and Xerxes hubristic, for Herodotus, is their obliviousness to this salient aspect of their humanity.

The whole paper can be found on https://works.swarthmore.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1029&context=fac-classics

William N. Turpin, Swarthmore College

[genevieveetguy]

The Nature of Love (Simple comme Sylvain), Monia Chokri (2023)

[jaynedolluk]

Last few weekends of the Times included interviews w/Bruce Dickinson, The Liverbirds, Bananarama, Cyndi Lauper, Maisie Williams, Michael Sheen and Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen. Plus an extract from Suzi Ronson's new book about her time working with David Bowie.

There were also features on the rise in fantasy romances (particularly those being written/read by women), politics of girl band styling and Biba (as a new exhibition is opening soon - I've always loved the Biba style + I wish I could have shopped there back in the early 70s).

Also had reviews of The New Look, Alice + Jack, Expats, Masters of the Air, Sexy Beast, One Day, The Jury: Murder Trial, Shogun and The Completely Made-up Adventures of Dick Turpin.

[muiitoloko]

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.

[peterlorrefanpage]

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

[seaglassandeelgrass]

Highwaymen, Rapparees, and Gentlemen of the Road.

Cover is a painting, c.1860, of Claude Duval by William Powell Frith.

The Newry Highwayman- Malinky

Turpin Hero- Ewan MacColl

Allan Tyne of Harrow- Dolores Keene & John Faulkner

The Female Highwayman- Lucy Ward

Brennan on the Moor- Tom Kines

Whiskey in the Jar- The Dubliners

The Jolly Highwayman- Joan Mills & Michael Raven

The Naked Highwayman- Fairport Convention

The Highwayman Outwitted- Magpie Lane

Dick Turpin's Ride to York- John Graham Donaldson

The Wild 'Prentice Boy- Fred Gosbee

Redmond O'Hanlon- Irish Bastards

The Outlaw Rapparee- The Rapparees

Fairfax County- Joan Baez

Sovay- Pentangle

Turpin Hero- Eliza Carthy

16 tracks; 55 mins. [Spotify]

[my other playlists]

[isabelleneville]

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!.

[smilingformoney]

The Eternal Summer

I. Welcome to Australia

Summary: Your husband, Lord Turpin, has been instructed by the Queen to bring the British judiciary system to Australia. You travel with him, and and on arrival you meet his cousin, Elliott Marston, who invites you to stay with him while your husband make arrangements in Melbourne. In return for his hospitality, Turpin offers you to his cousin, and although you're reluctant at first, you come to find you're rather fond of the gunslinging pastoralist.

Sequel to Sins of the Flesh.

AN: Yes, I have started another fic. Yes, I will still finish my other stories (eventually). No, I didn't see a Sweeney Todd/Quigley Down Under crossover coming either, but my pussy is horny and my imagination is wild.

Content/warnings: sharing, non-consensual touching, oral sex, period-typical racism (specifically against Aboriginal Australians), gun violence, consensual infidelity, vaginal sex

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

When your husband told you that the Queen herself had asked him to work temporarily in Australia to assist in the establishment of the British judicial system, you went through multiple emotions over the weeks leading up to your departure. You mourned at first that he would be away from you for so long, until he told you that you were to come with him. Then, you had been daunted by the prospect of moving to such a distant place. A small part of you registered that your brother was in Australia too, but the chances of seeing him were slim.

Finally, as the day of your departure approached, you began to feel excited. You had never even left London, yet here you were travelling to the very end of the world as the lady wife of Lord Turpin, the formidable English judge who would bring peace and justice to Australia just as he did England.

The journey itself was difficult. You spent just over two months at sea, and learned quickly that your delicate stomach wasn’t made for such journeys. You had the greatest of luxury that you could, of course, and the inside of your cabin wouldn’t look out of place in a manor. But even the finest of luxury couldn’t contest with the rage of the sea, and you spent more time than you wished churning your meals back out when the seas were rough.

The worst part was, the onboard doctor advised that to fall pregnant on the journey would be unwise, as your frequent nausea meant your body was lacking nutrients enough to keep a baby healthy, so you were forced to suspend your attempts to have a child. That didn’t stop your husband taking you regularly, however - only that he spilled elsewhere, but you sorely missed the warmth and satisfaction of feeling his seed filling your womb.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you docked at Melbourne, and to feel solid ground below your feet at last was both discombobulating and a relief. You stayed at a hotel for the first night, where your husband was finally able to spill his seed inside you again, and for the first night in a long time you slept through without being woken by your churning stomach.

In the morning, you woke to find your bed empty, so you got yourself dressed and headed down into the parlour in search of your husband.

You found him sitting at a table with a coffee and a plate of breakfast, accompanied by a man whose face was obscured by virtue of having his back to you. William spotted you and smiled, waving you over, and his companion turned to look at you.

You hoped your face didn’t blush when you locked eyes with the man and you were immediately struck by how handsome he was. He had a moustache and the shadow of a beard, and he looked somewhat like your husband, maybe a decade or so younger.

“There she is! Come sit with us, darling. I didn’t want to wake you during your first night on land. Elliott, this is my wife, [Y/n]. [Y/n], this is my cousin, Elliott Marston. He’s a - what was it you called yourself, Elliott?”

“A pastoralist. I own a lot of land and farm it. A pleasure to meet you, Lady Turpin.”

Elliott took your hand and kissed it, his moustache tickling your knuckles slightly, and you gave him a small curtsy.

“Likewise, sir,” you said politely. Elliott laughed and released your hand, letting you sit in the seat that had been left open for you next to your husband.

“You’re not in England anymore, my Lady. No need for sirs, I’m not a knight. Just Elliott will do.”

“Ah, well… in that case, you may call me [Y/n], if my lord husband permits it.”

“Of course I do!” William said with a smile just as a waitress brought you a plate of food. “We’re all family here. Elliott’s father, my mother’s brother, was my favourite uncle.”

“I apologise, my love, I - I must have not heard you say we were meeting your cousin.”

“Well, of course you didn’t hear it, because I didn’t say it. I knew Elliott had moved here, of course, but I hardly expected we’d run into one another in such a large place. Simply a case of good fortune.”

“Yes, well, I heard from Major Ashley-Pitt that they were bringing in a judge from London to establish the judiciary,” Elliott explained. If he was of a similar class to William, he had lost all table manners long ago - he was currently sat slouched on his chair, his legs spread out, a cigarette in one hand. “I mentioned as an offhand comment that my cousin William Turpin was in the London judiciary, and as luck would have it I was told he was the very judge, so when I heard when you were docking I thought I’d come to meet you. Unfortunately, you docked quite late last night, and I was already drunk in the saloon. I came in here to wait for the two of you to awake, only to find William already at breakfast. You should have seen, [Y/n], the look on his face when he recognised me!”

“I almost didn’t recognise you with that moustache and the ridiculous hat. I won’t be made to wear something so outlandish, I hope,” said William, and you decided not to mention how very garish his own judge’s garments were.

“You’ll find yourself choosing to wear the widest brimmed hat you can find once you’re out in the midday sun. It’s nothing like London out here. I always say, the natives are brutal and so is the wildlife, but Australia itself is the greatest killer of them all.”

“Elliott’s invited you to stay with him for a few days while I attend to administrative matters here, darling,” William said to you, as if he were offering you some great prize and not suggesting you leave his side for several days. “Once I’ve ironed out the paperwork and so on, got us a place to live, I’ll join you for a while, then we’ll return to town to move in properly and I can begin my work. How does that sound?”

“Must I go on without you, William? If you’re to stay in town, I’d much rather be by your side.”

William chuckled. “Until we have somewhere of our own, this hotel is all we have to live, and I won’t have my darling [Y/n] resting her head here every single night. Elliott assures me he has a much more comfortable lodging for you with him.”

You bit your lip anxiously. The thought of being away from your husband for even one night was enough to make your stomach churn as if you were back on the ship all over again. You hadn’t ever spent a night without him, not since that first day you came to his house in exchange for your brother’s life.

“But, sir —”

“Are you questioning me, wife?”

“No, sir,” you said quickly, ducking your head slightly. “Only… well, I worry that we may miss our, um… window. For my… medication. We already missed two months!”

William laughed and wrapped an arm around you. “Her womb is struggling to take my seed,” he explained to his cousin, and you blushed to hear him speak so publicly about such private matters. “The doctor prescribed that I should spill inside her often, but her sensitive stomach didn’t agree with sea travel, so we had to suspend our attempts until we reached land. We continued to make love, of course, but last night was the first time I spilled inside her since London.”

“William! We oughtn’t speak of such things —”

“Nonsense! We can speak freely in front of Elliott. Do you have a wife of your own?”

“I did, but she passed a few years ago before she could give me any children. I take the occasional whore back from town, but otherwise I sleep alone.”

“Well, that won’t do. I’ll tell you what - since you’re being so kind as to put [Y/n] up while I stay in town, she’s yours to do as you please until I join you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and fortunately you had no food in your mouth in that moment, else it might have dropped from your mouth in a rather unladylike manner.

“But William - I can’t - I can’t lay with another man! You are my husband!”

“And as your husband, I am to be obeyed, am I not?”

“Well, yes, but —”

“Then you’ll do as I say and keep my cousin’s bed warm. You’re not to spill inside her, of course, Elliott. She’s only to take my seed.”

“Of course. Very generous of you, William, thank you.”

You could scarcely believe what you were hearing. Your own husband, who had claimed possession of you the very day you met, who had wedded you in the eyes of the Lord and promised faithfulness, was now offering you up for warmth as if you were nothing more than a spare blanket!

And yet, he was also right that your wedding vows had included not only a promise of fidelity, but a promise of obedience too. And here he was, commanding you to lay with his cousin or… whatever it was the stranger wanted you to do. Suddenly you felt like that scared young girl again, who had knocked on Judge Turpin’s door begging for mercy and ended the night surrendering your maidenhood in exchange for your wish. Although your husband had been cruel at first when you resisted, once you accepted that you were his he became kind and you even grew to love one another, and you had almost forgotten that you were simply property.

You tried your hardest not to cry when the time came to depart. Your single bag of belongings was loaded up onto a wagon, and for once William allowed you to publicly embrace him before you climbed into the wooden contraption yourself.

“I shall miss you every moment, William,” you said, holding onto him tightly, as if trying to memorise the feeling of his body against yours.

“And I you, my love. It will be lonely not to share a bed with you, but I’ll follow you as soon as I’m able. Elliott will take good care of you, I’m certain.”

You sniffed, not wanting to think of what kind of care the stranger had in store for you.

William pulled away from the embrace and looked into your eyes.

“I love you, bunny.”

You smiled. “I love you too, teddy bear.”

Reluctantly, you let him go, and Elliott gave you a hand up into the wagon. It was hard and uncomfortable, nothing like the carriages that you shared with William when you travelled around London, and already you understood what the stranger had said about Australian weather. You wrapped a bonnet around your head, and as the wagon departed, you kept your sights set on your husband, watching him shrink into the distance until he was nothing but a speck on the horizon, and then he was gone, leaving you alone with only Elliott, two of his men, and the burning Australian sun.

You were a long way from home.

Elliott’s station was very far away. You were tired of travelling all the time, so when you were told it would take “only” a few days to get there, you resigned yourself to complete and utter boredom.

When night fell, the men made camp for the night, and you gathered around the fire, sitting in silence as the men told stories about hunting dingos, whatever they were, and Aborigines, whatever they were. Although the day had been sweltering hot, as night drew on the air became colder, and you shivered slightly. Elliott, who was sat next to you, shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you said politely, speaking for the first time in hours, although you didn’t look at him.

“Hey, if you’re cold, I got a way I can warm ya up,” said an Irish man who’d introduced himself as O’Flynn, and his laugh with the other man, Hobb, was quickly interrupted when Elliott tossed a rock at him and bounced it off the Irish man’s head.

“[Y/n]’s no whore to be passed around,” Elliott said firmly as the disgruntled O’Flynn rubbed his head. “She’s my cousin’s wife, and back in London she’s a Lady. No one’s to touch her, you got that? Don’t even look at her.”

The men mumbled their apologies, then went back to the game of backgammon they’d brought along for the journey.

“Sorry about them,” Elliott said to you quietly. “With your husband being a judge, I’m sure you know that convicts get sent out here to work off their debts to society. A lot of them come to me, and most of them become honest men, but they’re still scumbags.”

You paused.

“My brother was sent out here,” you said quietly, frowning as if you’d only just remembered.

“Hmm? What was that?”

You looked up at him.

“My brother. He - he was a thief. William was going to send him to hang, but I begged him for mercy so he sent him out here instead. It’s how we met, I… I showed up on his doorstep begging for mercy. He said he’d spare my brother if I gave him my maidenhood. Then he kept me.”

Elliott raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Your brother was a thief?”

“Only bread. We were hungry… our parents were dead and I didn’t earn very much. But a crime is a crime, my husband says, no matter the reasoning. I’m very grateful he showed my brother mercy that day. Now my brother is working to become a better man, just like your men, and I have the most devoted husband.”

Elliott was looking at you with a strange expression on his face, as if you were a curious puzzle he was trying to solve. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short when Hobb let out a whoop of victory as he won his game.

“Well done, Hobb. Now, keep it down, I’m going to bed.”

The men mumbled their discontent and folded away their game. Elliott, meanwhile, stood and offered his hand to you. You took it gratefully, and followed him into the tent he had set up to share with you. There wasn’t a whole lot of space, especially with there being two of you, and you blushed when he began undressing in front of you.

When he was down to his undergarments, Elliott looked over at you, and chuckled when he saw that you were pointedly facing away from him, struggling to get out of your corset on your own.

You twitched in surprise when you felt his hands reach around to assist you in untying the lace that held the corset together. You let him take over, his movements surprisingly gentle for hands so large and calloused, and you kept your head turned away from him, trying to ignore the tickling of his breath on your neck.

“My men may be scumbags, but I’m certainly not,” Elliott said softly. “I think we both know what your husband meant when he offered you to me, but I like to think Australia hasn’t completely beaten the English gentleman from me. I won’t deny, [Y/n]… you are a beautiful woman. William’s a lucky man. But I won’t take anything from you that’s not freely given. Do you understand?”

You nodded tentatively, and Elliott helped you out of your dress, leaving you in only your underthings. You climbed under the blankets, and the feeling of the hard earth beneath you reminded you of the days before you’d met your husband, when you’d sleep on the floor because you could only afford to rent one bed for your brother.

True to his word, even though he laid next to you, Elliott made no move to touch you. You were cold, though, and so you scooted closer to him, and although you couldn’t see it in the dark, he smiled when he wrapped an arm around you and held you tight, glad to have the company of a woman who wasn’t a whore, a kind and sweet lady, with an innocence that seemed vastly out of place in the harsh terrain of Australia.

William was a lucky man indeed.

The next two days passed without much event. You started to wonder if Elliott’s station even existed, or if anything existed. Perhaps you’d simply imagined London, the ocean, life outside the barren desert that was Australia. By day you sat in the back of the wagon, and every few hours Elliott would move you to a different seat. It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realise that he was keeping you in his shadow, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun with his own body.

The heat made you sleepy, and so you napped for a lot of the journey, and for the time you were awake you watched the world go by, marvelling at the wonders of the outback and listening intently as Elliott told you about the different creatures that you passed.

The strangest creatures you saw were called “kangaroos,” which hopped around on overly large feet and although their arms were short, Elliott assured you that they were stronger than men, and extremely dangerous to approach.

A dingo, you learned, was a type of wild dog, although they looked more like foxes than dogs, you thought. When dingos were spotted, the wagon was stopped, and the men got out to hunt the poor things. You winced at the loud gunshots, and you thought that Elliott was trying to impress you with his gunmanship, but really you were just worried for the poor animals.

The men loaded some of their kills in with the luggage, covering the bodies with blankets to stop the heat cooking them prematurely, and left the rest to rot in the sun. You gave false pleasantries to the men for their impressive hunting skills, and Elliott seemed pleased when you told him you’d watched him the whole time.

“What are the other creatures you said you hunt? Aborigines?”

Hobb and O’Flynn exchanged glances, and Elliott tensed slightly. He’d taken recently to throwing an arm around your shoulder when he sat next to you, and you felt his hand on your upper arm tighten slightly, pulling you in closer, as if to say the very word was to summon the elusive Aborigine, and he had to keep you close to protect you.

“Creatures is one word for them. But they’re people, supposedly. Backwards, primitive people, still stuck in the Stone Age. The Americans have their own primitives too, but they’ve tamed theirs, more or less. But Australia’s one great failure is our inability to domesticate the Australian Aborigine. So her Majesty’s government allows settlers to deal with the matter in their own way. ‘Pacification by Force’, it’s called.”

You frowned, trying to understand. “So you hunt… people?”

“They’re hardly people, love,” O’Flynn interjected. “They might look like people, but they can’t even talk. They just grunt. Stuck thousands of years in the past, they are. Only language they know is violence. Some you can domesticate, and you’ll find some back at the station. But some of ‘em resist, and those, we put down. Survival of the smartest, you see.”

You weren’t sure that sounded right, but you knew not to contradict men, so you kept quiet, though the thoughtful frown remained on your face. The wagon trundled on, and you found yourself relaxing against Elliott, who was still firmly holding onto you, ready to protect you from any stray Aborigine or kangaroo that might appear.

After an eternity had passed, Elliott woke you from a nap to point you towards a speck on the horizon he told you was his station.

“How far have we travelled?”

“About 300 miles,” Elliott replied proudly, “most of it mine. And we’ve hardly made a dent into Australia. Do you know, it’s estimated that Britain could fit into Australia thirty times with room to spare.”

“Wow,” you gasped, wide-eyed, peering into the distance to make out the station growing nearer. “I always thought London was big, but it’s just a dot on the canvas of the world. Is your land bigger than London?”

Elliott chuckled. “Much bigger. I’d offer you the tour, but it’d take longer than you have. Even I haven’t set foot on every square inch of my own land. But I can give you the tour of my station, and perhaps I’ll even take you out to meet some of the animals. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes!” you replied eagerly, looking up at him with the most adorable wide-eyed excitement he’d ever seen on a young woman. “Do you have sheep? I’ve always wanted to meet sheep.”

“Plenty of sheep, so long as the Aborigines haven’t tried to steal them again. Perhaps you could help shear one - cut its coat, I mean. I don’t suppose you see much animal life in London, do you?”

“Only the rats,” you said with disgust. “Stray cats and dogs, I don’t mind them. But the rats are horrible.”

“Well, I can’t promise no rats here, but at least we have the guns to shoot them.”

You glanced down at the gun on Elliott’s waistband - a “revolver,” he’d called it, on account of the revolving barrel containing the bullets - and your stomach twisted with anxiety. Guns were only owned in London by the upper classes - or by the lower classes, if obtained illegally. William had a few of his own, but you never saw them, as he brought them out only for hunting trips and he hadn’t been hunting since you’d met him. And yet, every man out here seemed to have a gun - for protection, Elliott assured you, against wild animals and Aborigines.

That didn’t stop them from making you feel uneasy.

The wagon pulled into the station at last, and Elliott helped you down from the wagon. A few of the men milling around shot glances at you that you recognised only too well, and you instinctively stepped closer to Elliott, as if his proximity kept you safe.

“Don’t you worry about them,” Elliott assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively. “They’re used to the only women arriving here being whores. I’ll make sure they know you’re nothing of the sort.”

Weren’t you? William had offered you to his cousin as payment for his hospitality, after all. It seemed that no matter where you were in the world, you had nothing more to offer men than your body.

Elliott saw you into his house, one arm firmly around your waist while the other carried your bag over his shoulder, and gave you a quick tour of the house before depositing your bag in the bedroom you were to share with him.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing - there’s only the one bed, as there’s only the one of me.”

“That’s alright. I don’t like sleeping alone. Some nights William comes back late, I can’t sleep until he’s home and in bed with me. You’ve been a fine sleeping companion in the tent, I’m sure you’ll be as much of a gentleman in the bedroom too.”

“Don’t be so sure of that, sweetheart,” Elliott smirked, looking down at you with a twinkle in his eye. The arm around your waist pulled you in closer, and his other hand traced your shoulder along the edge of your bodice slowly, as if trying to restrain himself from ripping it off. “I restrained myself in the outback, but here in the comfort of my own home, sleeping next to such a beautiful woman…” He sighed. “I can’t promise much gentlemanly behaviour.”

You knew you should be revolted at such brazen flirting from a man who wasn’t your husband, but you couldn’t deny that Elliott was a handsome man, and you’d spent more than a significant amount of time during the journey wondering what it might be like to kiss him… and your husband had ordered you to keep his cousin warm…

Your eyes flitted down to his lips, as if daring yourself to kiss him, and he smirked.

“It’s been a long journey, sweetheart. Would you help ease my tension with a kiss?”

“I… I’ve never…” You gulped. “I’ve never been with a man other than my husband.”

“Of course you haven’t.”

“I’ve never wanted a man other than him…”

“But?” Elliott prompted with a raised eyebrow.

“But I find myself… wanting to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me, [Y/n]. This is Australia, after all. We take what we want here.”

You leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him, and he met you halfway, lips crashing against yours hungrily. Elliott wrapped both arms around you to hold you tight, and you responded by threading your fingers through his hair, holding him firmly in place as your tongues danced, the desire that had built up over the last few days of travelling finally coming to a head.

He was different to your husband. He was slimmer, stronger - clearly a man who knew physical toil, whereas William had always known a life of luxury. His moustache tickled your skin slightly, and you longed to know what the coarse hairs felt like between your legs if he granted you that boon.

Their passions were similar, though, and you could feel his pressing into you - unless it was another gun.

Elliott’s hands travelled down to squeeze your bum, a cheek in each hand, and you squealed in surprise, causing your lips to part. He chuckled.

“I told you, [Y/n]… when a beautiful woman like you whips me into a frenzy, I can’t promise I’ll be a gentleman. I’ve been —”

But whatever he’d been would have to wait, because someone was knocking on the front door.

“Marston! You in? Just got back with some news about that sharp-shooter.”

Elliott sighed, and reluctantly pulled away from you. “Sorry, sweetheart, this is important. Why don’t you go to the kitchen and get yourself something to drink? Plenty of water there for you, you must be parched.”

You’d been far too hypnotised by him to notice, but you were indeed desperately thirsty, and the kiss hadn’t helped. You were relieved to discover that Australia wasn’t so backwards as to not have plumbing, and there was even a water tap to which you gratefully helped yourself as, behind you, Elliott spoke to the man at the door.

“He’s coming up with Coogan, maybe a day behind us,” said the man. “Already got himself in a fight, defending Crazy Cora of all people.”

“He can fight whoever he wants, so long as he gets the job done. Get the lodge ready for him.”

”Yessir.”

Elliott closed the door and turned back to you with a smile.

“Well, today’s been good all round. I’m off the road, I’ve got my new rifleman coming tomorrow, and best of all, there’s a beautiful woman in my kitchen.”

“It’d be even better if there was a beautiful woman in your bed.”

Elliott grinned. “It sure would. I’ll just go get one of them whores, then.”

He turned to leave, and when you made no move to follow him, he paused. Looking back at you, he saw that you were looking dejectedly down at the floor, and he laughed.

“I’m just kidding, [Y/n]!”

He walked back towards you and lifted your chin up to force you to look at him.

“The only woman I want in my bed tonight is you, if you’ll join me.”

You blushed, embarrassed that you’d taken his joke seriously. “…I’d like that.”

“Excellent. Come on, then.”

With surprising strength, Elliott lifted you from the ground and threw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise and he laughed. When he deposited you on the bed, your hands immediately flew to your bodice, trying to untie it as fast as you could. You’d decided to let him take you, and you wanted to fulfill your task before you changed your mind.

“You waste no time, huh?” Elliott remarked, his eyes firmly on your loosening bodice.

“Neither do you,” you retorted, noticing the way he was already unbuckling his trousers.

“I told you, I’ve been resisting taking you since we met. The hard earth isn’t the most comfortable place for fucking, and I don’t want you to think poorly of Australia because of it. I won’t deny, though, having a little grope before you woke up in the mornings. How could I resist when your tit had fallen out of your garments in the night? Rock hard nipples pointing right at me, just eager to be touched, licked… you may think I’ve been a gentleman on the journey, sweetheart, but I’m anything but.”

Your dress was on the floor now, his gun on the bedside table, his trousers pooled at his ankles. Elliott pulled your bloomers down, exposing you to the air, and you felt a sense of relief. You’d been wearing undergarments again since William had told you you were to sleep next to another man, but you’d gone so long without them that now they felt restrictive. You pulled the rest of your garments off, leaving yourself fully naked before him, and Elliott looked you up and down hungrily.

“Oh, look at you… whatever did my cousin do to deserve you? No matter. We’ve still got a few days before he arrives. We’d better make the most of it, hadn’t we?”

“Yes, sir.”

Usually when you let a sir slip, he corrected you, but he seemed to let it slide this time. Perhaps he liked it, or perhaps he was distracted by the way you dropped to your knees in front of him and reached out to take his cock in your hand.

“Oh, fucking hell,” Elliott hissed, then he let out a small moan when your tongue began teasing at his tip. He was big, but not as big as your husband, and it was no challenge at all for you to wrap your lips around his full width.

“I confess to touching you in the night, and what do you do? Get on your knees and suck my cock. I should have told you much sooner. Should have - ah - taken you on the earth after all. It’s God’s creation, isn’t it? He made the earth, and he made us for fucking… beds are man’s invention. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll take you to see the sheep, then we can fuck out in the open air like God intended.”

You hummed your eagerness around him, sliding him further into your mouth and down your throat, and Elliott gripped your hair tightly as he groaned. Once he was fully hilted inside you, you stayed still for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling and getting used to breathing through your nose.

When he decided you were ready, Elliott began thrusting into your throat, holding your head still as he tugged on your hair. You looked up at him, hardly able to see his face as his head was thrown back in pleasure, but you could see a red flush beginning to form underneath his tanned skin, and his chest was moving up and down rapidly in time with his panting.

Elliott couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked a throat this good - if ever. You were an expert, more skilled than any whore he’d found in town, and if you weren’t already married he might have proposed to you there and then just to keep you around. If you’d truly been with no one other than William, then either you were a natural-born expert cocksucker, or he’d taught you well. Who’d have known his strict, pious, law-abiding cousin would have such a perfect slut of a wife? Your talents were wasted on him, and clearly if he hadn’t got you pregnant yet, he was doing something wrong.

With that thought in mind, Elliott just had to know if your cunt was as greedy as your mouth. He tugged on the back of your head to pull you off him, and you whined when you became unstuck, as if you’d been getting as much pleasure from it as he was.

He lifted you by your shoulders and sat you on the edge of the bed. You spread your legs instinctively, and he could have cum there and then when he saw just how wet you were.

Elliott didn’t usually bother to pleasure women, but he felt drawn to you, as if some otherworldly force pulled him to his knees to taste you, his tongue exploring everywhere he could, the coarse hair on his face rubbing against your skin sending you wild. You bucked your hips involuntarily, and Elliott responded by probing his tongue further into your folds, searching until he found your entrance and rested there, mere millimetres away from penetrating you with his tongue.

After teasing you until you could be teased no further, he came up for air, panting, and you glanced at him, his facial hair glistening with the desire you were secreting for him. He grinned at you, a hungry look in his eyes, and, so quickly you hardly had time to register what was happening, Elliott stood and slid his cock into you. You cried out in surprise, which quickly turned into moans of pleasure as Elliott began thrusting into you, holding your ankles over his shoulders. His jaw, which was still covered in you, dropped open to join you in a cacophony of moans, matched only by the slapping of his skin against yours, the unabashedly loud squelching of his cock pummelling in and out of your cunt making it clear to anyone that might pass by exactly what was going on.

Any concern you might have had about the morals of taking the cock of a man other than your husband quickly melted away. After all, it was on orders of your husband that you were here in this other man’s bed, and far be it from you to disobey your husband.

Elliott pulled out of you suddenly, and you were about to protest when he grabbed your hips and flipped you over. You instinctively stuck your arse in the air, and Elliott slipped back inside you, resuming his desperate pace, except this time he was pushing into your G-spot with every thrust, his balls slapping against your clit, and when you moaned, the noise was muffled by the mattress beneath you.

Elliott grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and slid it under you, and you gratefully took it to rest your head on, clutching onto it like it was a life raft.

“Fuck, I could stay inside this cunt all night,” Elliott groaned.

And you’d happily let him, but you could feel your climax building, and you wanted desperately to milk him, to squeeze his cock dry as you came around him and he came with you.

As if he knew what you were thinking, Elliott leant down over you, dropping his weight to his elbows, and you could feel his heavy pants against your neck as he too felt his peak threatening to explode inside you.

“El - Elliott,” you moaned, and hearing his name from your lips only spurred him on, his hips slapping against your arse almost violently. “Elliott, I’m - I’m gonna cum —”

“Yes, that’s it, sweetheart, cum for me, let me hear you…”

“Ah - fuck - El - oh my god, I - I - Elliott!”

Your muscles tensed as your orgasm hit, causing your legs to spasm, and if it weren’t for Elliott’s strong body crushing yours firmly against the mattress, you might have lost your footing.

Your sweet moans and your tight cunt were too much for him, and Elliott cried out your name into your ear as he came, seed filling you with warmth and comfort, and it was only when he collapsed on top of you, both sweaty and panting, that either of you remembered your husband’s firm instruction that he wasn’t to spill inside you.

You let out a small whine when Elliott sat up and pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mixture of his spend and yours leaking from between your legs.

“You’d better get to the bathroom,” he advised you, his voice still heavy, and you quickly followed his instruction, dashing across the hall to try and push out as much of his seed as you could into his toilet.

When you came back, Elliott was already in his undergarments, although he’d forgone the shirt and wore only the lower briefs. He was sat up in bed, cleaning his gun, which he put down when you crawled in next to him.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze, but he cupped your face and forced you to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I was too caught up in the moment to remember your husband’s instructions not to spill inside you,” Elliott murmured. “I swear I’ll spill outside next time.”

You smiled shyly, and Elliott thought his heart might just melt. How did you do it, acting a cockhungry slut one moment, a shy lady the next, and making both acts completely believable?

“I won’t tell him,” you promised. “He spills inside me thrice daily and still my womb hasn’t quickened, so I doubt once from you will cause any trouble.”

“Thrice daily?” Elliott repeated. “Are you certain?”

“Quite certain. I’m there when it happens, after all, and usually awake.”

Elliott chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t know he had it in him.”

You nodded and bit your lip. “My husband’s quite insatiable. He has been since the day we met. I struggle to keep up with him sometimes, but he’s my husband and I love him, so I let him take me whenever he wishes. Sometimes, if I’m very tired, he’ll let me go to sleep and take me then, although sometimes he does wake me.”

Elliott’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of it. He had thought about it so many times in the tent, taking you in your sleep without you even knowing, but he’d not wanted to risk alarming you if you woke up. And here you were, telling him you were quite used to being taken in such a manner.

“Would you allow me to do the same? If I find you looking particularly delectable in your sleep, might I take my pleasure from you?”

You hesitated, but you nodded. Truthfully, you weren’t overly fond of being woken to find your husband already inside you as it was usually painful, but as kind as Elliott was to you, you were frightened of the gun that lay just feet away, and your husband had instructed you to please him. You’d already disobeyed him once by taking Elliott’s seed - you didn’t want to disobey him again. At least Elliott was asking your permission.

Elliott stayed up a little longer than you to read his book, and he found it endearing the way you nodded off curled up against him like a cat, one arm around his waist, and he knew you were sleeping when your grip on him loosened.

He put his book down next to his gun, blew out the lamp, then settled in next to you, holding you close. He estimated he had another week before his cousin arrived at the station, and Elliott was determined to win your heart in that time. After all, this was Australia, and Elliott was a man who took what he wanted - and by God, he wanted you.

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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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[Dec:2023]

[circusgoth-dotcom]

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.

[alilixx]

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

[minie-mastermind]

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

[hhsongtournament]

Well done to the winners of round 2!

The next round will be:

Natural selection vs Richard III

King of bling vs Evil emperors

The monarch song vs The thinkers

Literally vs Dick Turpin

The few vs Alexander the great

Suffragettes vs Aztec priests: not staying alive

William Wallace Scottish rebel vs Crassus (Minted)