#ft. isadora

[missseraphina]

"I'm not a leader and I have never claimed to be a leader." Sera honestly couldn't understand what the point of the whole conversation was. She liked to own the club but besides that she had never claimed she wanted responsibility. In fact it was quite the opposite. That was the last thing she wanted. "You can sit and have a drink we have some wonderful bartenders, I'll send some of our dancers over to you and you can decide who takes your interest. That's how it usually works."

Isadora scoffed. Soft, amused chuckle following shortly after, provoked by Seraphina's response. "And what exactly is 'this' that you're referring to?" Isa asked. "Taking all the credit for ownership while someone else does all the hard work of keeping everything under control because enjoying yourself is more important to you than being a true leader?" Her words were harsh, but her anger was well-deserved and they both knew it. "But let's not kill our mood tonight, I actually came for some fun, so what you'd suggest about that?"

[broobie]

brooke maddox and isadora mckenna — ft. @izadorable

[abhorrvnt]

✶ ・closed starter ft. isadora granger. pinterest.

✶ ・ @kittywriites

Knees pressed firm to the mattress, hands clasped, Isadora whispered her prayers like a girl who still believed they could save her. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name..." Steady. Practiced. Unshaken. But her heart was racing. Before, it had just been dreams—filthy, impossible things she could repent for in the morning. Whispers in the dark, hands that weren’t real. But today, she had saw him. Walking home from choir, stopped dead in her tracks by a smirk that she had only ever seen previously behind her eyelids. And now, no matter how tightly she squeezed her hands together, no matter how hard she prayed, she still felt him. The ghost of a touch that never should have been there. A warmth she didn't have a name for settling between her thighs. She was scared. She should be scared. He was something unholy—something wicked. But when she thought about his mouth, all of the blasphemy that poured from his tongue, how it felt on her skin, her stomach twisted in a way that didn't feel like fear at all. A floorboard creaked, and her breath caught. Hands moving to capture the lace of her nightie, pulse throbbing so hard she could hear it, eyes squeezed shut as she continued. "...And lead us not in to temptation, but deliver us from evil—"

[mystvcs]

closed starter for : isadora howard / @crimcsa where : rosie's diner.

it was nice to catch up with isadora. a reminder that her time in portum had actually existed. the memories of her childhood were all tied to this place; isadora made adelaide certain of that. and now, after a few weeks of settling in, things became clearer and clearer. she still wasn't sure what led her back, but she was grateful. many uncertainties made more and more sense to the confused hybrid. fries sit in the middle of the two, addie taking one to dip into her chocolate milkshake before she takes a bite. some might have thought it wasn't the best time to arrive, what with death and reapers coming to portum, adelaide could feel the tension everywhere. but it was hard for her not to be happy, in that moment. ❝ how are things at work? i'm sure all that's going on is even harder for children to comprehend. ❞ especially those with their owning growing abilities.

[heath-morgan]

"no, isadora" he said, his tone sharp as he leaned into the weight of his words "ain’t nobody on our side keepin’ no tabs" his emphasis was a pointed end to a topic he considered frivolous under the current strain. the brotherhood had larger concerns, and the whims of the media barely registered. still, she had his curiosity.

"if ya’re done flappin’ yer gums and feel like joinin’ the grown folks" he continued, his gaze narrowing "we can talk numbers. how much ya reckon all yer piece of information’s worth?" it was a bold offer, perhaps even reckless, but it served his purpose. he wanted to understand why she thought herself indispensable, her posture so self assured

"willa" he said, almost as an afterthought. he rarely mentioned his daughter, though it wasn’t exactly classified information - something she could dig up with minimal effort. moving across the room, he grabbed a package of pecan pralines from a nearby shelf. a flicker of nostalgia softened his demeanor as he ripped it open "hot diggity dog! look what they got here! pecan pralines. these were my favorite back in texas" he admitted, popping one into his mouth before extending the package toward her "want one?"

Isadora didn't miss his tone and what it was laced with, he liked to play games, that much was obvious. She too liked games. When Heath took a moment to hover his hand over a bag of candy to pick up, Isadora would watch on calmly with a faint smile.

"You can laugh at my question all you want, but you didn't gave a yes or no answer, which is not hard, it's straight to the point. Also I can dress like this when I was clearly out before coming here, dad."

When Heath mentions the singular magic word of what she also had in common with him, he was right, the part of him having a daughter-- let alone a six year old one was lost on her. "And of course life's not tidy," she lets out a small amused scoff, "What's her name?" She shifts gears.

She could see it, him being a girl dad, it wasn't an abnormal thing for a man like him, not at all. Movie reference or not.

[xlcsinggrip]

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜ ( isadora )

"hmmm? that? kyle actually averages 8 phone numbers each saturday. i think he does it as a sport now." the bartender remarked, rolling her eyes. "i think you just majorly humbled him with that quick rejection."

@dmpled

[vampysims]

made my own cc recolor - kitty mary jane’s ft. my sim Isadora :3 will post if anyone’s interested !

[minthe-drawings]

Can finally share my character designs (directed by @xenubinstudios) of the LIs ! (ft. Isadora)

link: https://xenubinstudios.itch.io/carnival

[rivertolson]



“Don’t cover up on my account.” River suggested after he adjusted the toothpick between his lips, which he’d been fiddling with before she joined him. As a guy known for having A.D.H.D., he was constantly in need of something to mess with. It was impossible to sit still for too long. That’s partly why he wanted this motorbike so bad. Not only would he have paid for it himself, free to roam and look sick while doing it, it also meant it would be his and his dad couldn’t take it away from him.

“What do you know about peddling pills to druggies?” How could someone of her caliber be any help to him? People would take one look at her and automatically assume she’s a cop. A body like that definitely makes you wanna sin. And sure, okay, it could probably make any man or woman, stupid too but River didn’t know how he felt about enlisting a partner. He preferred to work alone. Yet he also knew, that doing so might mean he loses out on the one thing he wants most right now. Next to receiving head from her.

“You’re too hot to peddle drugs. People will think you’re a narc.” Stretching out his hand, River gives her chin a flirty, playful squeeze. “That’s bad for my business, babe.”

With the jukebox, pool tables, and cheap liquor, the Billiard Bar was considered a hot spot on the Westside. Isadora's been frequenting the bar a lot more lately now that her brother wasn't sending her enough cash to party on the Eastside. She wasn't sure what was going on with him but wasn't going to press as long as she still had enough money to have a good time.

After working up a light sweat in front of the jukebox, Isa parted from her dance partner to get refreshments and that's when she noticed the familiar leather jacket and unique collection of tattoos. For a moment she thought he was someone else. There was another guy she hooked up with a few weeks ago who had cool tattoos and a scar above his eye.

"And your stepdad doesn't think you have any talent? You make a fine salesman, Rebel." Making sure not to flash him, Isa adjusts her mini skirt before she takes a seat on the stool next to him. "Wouldn't you have better luck peddling your mystery bags at Habituè or the Strip? If you take me I'll help you make your quota."

[i-wanna-be-the-skeleton]

skellys ft. bear, creeper, and isadora metaware

[leocadian]

writing snippets :] (ft. isadora)

an opener i wrote for a light fantasy/occult victorian rp where my partner's character is a cult leader - [1006 words]

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It was late evening when Isadora stepped outside the townhouse, her dark fur shawl doing little to protect her aching bones from the Winter chill. Despite her brother's warning about wandering the streets after dark, she did not heed his words, Isadora sought more than the confinement of pacing the drawing room and praying at the foot of her bed, hoping her slow descent into madness would soon cease.

In any other situation, she would have been averse to seek respite outside of her home. But boredom gave way to restlessness, and no amount of painting or idle prayer could quell her spirit–not when she needed God to guide her, to convince her that it truly was nothing but a figment of her imagination.

Back then, she brushed it off as nothing. Perhaps it was the cold seeping into her weary body, or a mere trick of the light. Anything to dissuade her that it could have been a real, breathing person on her trail.

Isadora had first noticed it weeks ago. A presence at the edge of her vision—a figure lost in the tide of men clad in black, gloved hands disappearing beneath long coats, a silhouette dissolving before she could truly confirm it was there at all. In the marketplace, at the opera, even within the confines of her own drawing room, she felt it. A pressure. A whisper of breath too close, even though she was certain she was alone.

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“Carlotta,” Isadora murmured, glancing worriedly at her maid. She stared outside the window of the drawing room, the view of her usually resplendent garden doing little to calm her frayed nerves. In the dim light of morning, there was hardly anything to see but birds nesting in the trees, the cloudy sky blanketing the estate in muted tones. “There is something I need to ask of you.” “Yes, my lady?” Her maid replied, pausing her needlepoint as she looked over the lens of her pince-nez, following her gaze to the garden.

“You don’t see anyone out there, do you? Nobody… watching me?” Her voice was tremulous, her body unable to stop trembling in fright as if anticipating something to jump out at her.

Her maid had a keen eye, but after a detailed survey of the outdoor landscape, she saw nothing. Nothing at all.  “Not that I can… see.” Carlotta frowned with a tilt of her head. “If you’d like, I can go outside and manually check–”

But she was sure there had been a figure there, right by the hedges and her beloved camellias. Someone lurking behind the tree, just waiting to be caught.

“No. It’s quite alright. Perhap I… just simply need to rest,” Isadora murmured, but it was more to herself than anything.

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Isadora could never put a name or an identity to those beady sets of eyes. Surely just a trick of some sort? she thought with a wave of her hand. Who in their right mind would want anything to do with her? She was a middle-aged woman with grey streaks forming around her temples and a lopsided gait–yet she could never brush off the unease that settled in her stomach every time she set foot outside.

Isadora Vanderburgh moved through the cobbled streets with the calculated grace of a woman bred for elegance, but beneath her heavy silk skirts and corseted frame, she was unraveling at the seams. The sensation of eyes—unseen but omnipresent—had become her shadow, clinging to her as persistently as the damp London chill.

She made her way through the winding passages of the city that she knew like the back of her hand.

Tonight, the uneasiness was unbearable. The streets seemed endless, stretching and twisting beyond reason. The evening fog curled around her like grasping fingers, swallowing the sound of her footsteps so that only the echo remained. Perhaps if she stilled for a moment, she could hear the sound of another beside her. But she dared not stop–almost tripping over her own skirts as she quickened her pace. 

The gaslights above her head shuddered, casting a grotesque mockery of her own shape along the walls—only, was it hers? Or was there another one, taller, just behind?

But as she approached the steps of her beloved sanctuary, her gloved hands began to tremble. She reached for the heavy church door and it opened without struggle, the oiled hinges betraying no sound from within. The altar called out for her, empty but for the ghosts of flickering candlelight and the scent of melting wax. The air was thick with incense, suffocating in its sweetness. Here, at least, the world could not touch her.

But her legs were akin to that of a newborn foal, weighed down by lead.

Isadora stumbled forward and fell to her knees before the altar, her breathing unsteady. Her whispered prayers spiralled up towards the vaulted ceiling, slipping between wooden beams like supplications left unheard. The whalebone of her corset dug into her skin at the odd angle she remained prostrated, her hands clasped tightly in prayer. Although her dress was a stark emerald, the same colour of blooming leaves, it looked almost charcoal in the dim light, her neckline high to hide the marks on her throat.

But she was too deep in prayer to hear anything but her own roaring thoughts, the beginning of a headache forming behind her eyes and causing her head to throb in agony.

Her head snapped up as the howl of the wind thrashed against the building, her hazel eyes levelled to the ceiling.

And then a faint sound of something unmistakable—something that had confirmed one of her darkest fears.

A footstep. And then two, and then three—

Not the imagined kind. Not the fear-borne trick of an overburdened mind. The real, deliberate press of a boot sounding against creaky floorboards. 

The next exhale left her lungs in a shudder, her blood turning to ice as she cradled her rosary to her chest, her body trembling in thinly-veiled terror.

She was not alone.

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[a post/reply i was proud of... partner's character is a brawler] - 436 words

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Isadora stood enraptured as the man tossed back glass after glass of whiskey, her curiosity piqued by the blood that covered the man’s body–but not a single wince of pain showed for it. She was hesitant to speak, her brows furrowed in concentration as she thought of her next plan of action. The man’s back to her was turned, and there was no use peopled-watching any longer. Her legs were beginning to get tired.

The establishment itself was nothing to write home about, but she had to squint to see in the dim light, her head craning to make out any other details on his face–utter exhaustion etched onto his features. Even amidst the crowd–nobody seemed to pay any attention to the victor of the match, as if it was just any ordinary day other than someone being beaten almost to death as entertainment for the masses. Isadora burned with the weight of her questions, wanting to accuse and condemn the man for such barbaric cruelty. To willingly engage in such violence, and for what reason?

“Do you intend to loiter there all day, lass?” The bartender called out, his voice betraying just the slightest hint of irritation. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow as the dirty rag he was holding seemed to smear more grease around the glasses he was paid to clean. 

‘No–not at all.” Isadora merely shook her head in response, pushing herself off the wall to sit in the spot next to the man.The stool itself was far from the comfortable, plush settees she was used to–but it would do for now. She ordered the cheapest ale on the menu, nursing her drink and peering into it like a well.

After taking a sip of her glass, she looked over at the strange man–wondering if he would even notice her speaking to him. His expression was difficult to discern and place, the frown between his brows almost a permanent fixture in the way his muscles were set.

“Do you ever get used to the sounds your opponents make when you break their bones?” Isadora asked, although not unkindly. Her voice was soft and accented, her inflections half-finished and crooked in the unusual way she spoke. “Are you not afraid of killing them? It seems utterly barbaric to me, what you do.”

She paused to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her dark hair a shadowy cascade that gently framed her face in a neat and tidy loose up-do. When the man looked over at her, she could only pray that he didn’t see right through her flimsy façade.

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[griffinxgallo]

Meet the Gallo's

FATHER: Vincenzo Alberto Gallo † AGE: 59 FC: Frank Grillo MOTHER: Isabella Martina Gallo AGE: 57 FC: Drea de Matteo BASE: Griffin Antonio Gallo AGE: 28 FC: Jacob Elordi TWIN BROTHER: Jordan Salvatore Gallo AGE: 28 FC: Jacob Elordi SISTER: Mia Vittoria Gallo AGE: 26 FC: Grace Van Patten BROTHER: Gavin Neo Gallo AGE: 24 FC: Wolfgang Novogratz SISTER: Isadora Bice Gallo AGE: 21 FC: Kiernan Shipka SON: Torin Geovanni Moretti Gallo AGE: 2 DAUGHTER: Raelynn Guilia Moretti Gallo AGE: 2

ft. @miaxgallo @xminxvs

[calliopewrites]

isadora watches that faint smile bloom—small, but there—and lets herself breathe a little easier.

when poppy signs it always comes back, she doesn't argue. just nods once, solemn and knowing. "i know," she says. "but so does the good stuff."

a pause, and then her smile returns, a little brighter. "and yeah. they were excellent. maybe a little too much zest, but he said that's what made them 'taste like magic.'"

she feels poppy lean in, and doesn't move. doesn't even breathe too loud. just lets her be close without asking for more. but when the next sign comes—about the bus—she exhales softly through her nose, amused.

"we'll check in a minute," she says, resting her hand between them on the bench, just barely touching. "you've got time. the world can wait."

Oh, there were so many elements here to unwrap.

The idea of a coven baby. Isadora teaching. The visual of the lemon pulp in her hair.

Poppy feels her lips twitch up into a smile, even though she feels, physically, like a sponge that's been wrung out too many times.

<It goes away soon enough, but it always comes back.> There's always another scream - that was the nature of it. People were always dying, and she would always be there to mark their passing, whether she wanted to or not.

<Were the lemon bars good?>

Poppy leans her shoulder against the witch a little more, considers even dropping her head to her shoulder - but thinks that's too much after everything else.

<We should figure out when the next bus comes, maybe.>

[oneirataxia-girl]

alvita's birthday exchange ⇝ for eddy @eddysocs

ft. Isadora Darcy x Catherine Howard

"you, who opened suns in my heart."

x

I hope you like it!

[isadoraxantcs]

(MEGHANN FAHY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that ISADORA XANTHOS? I heard the THIRTY-FOUR year old is CLASSY. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also RUTHLESS. Makes sense seeing how they are a LEADER in the SOCIETY gang. penned by m.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Isadora Madelyn Xanthos

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Isa, Issy, Is, Sadie (only by few very close people), Ms Xanthos

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Isa, Ms Xanthos

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  February, 13, 1990

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  thirty-four

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cisfemale

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  she/her

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: dirty blonde by birth but she likes to lighten/darken it at times

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: ice blue

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: TBA.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: TBA.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒: TBA.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  aromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  heterosexual

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Pietro Niccolo Xanthos (father) & Vivienne Katarzina Adamyan (mother), Niccolo Matthias Xanthos (older twin brother), four younger brothers

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍:  n/a

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: married

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: you don't own me by saygrace ft. g-eazy 

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), carla roson (elite), amy dunne (gone girl)

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

( + ) classy, sophisticated, regal, ambitious, charming

( - ) ruthless, manipulative, cunning, possessive

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

triggers: infidelity mention tw

Born Isadora Madelyn Xanthos, Isa is the second child to Greek-American billionaire Pietro Niccolo Xanthos and Vivienne Katarzina Xanthos (née Adamyan), an socialite of French-Armenian decent. She was exposed to a rather privileged and lavish lifestyle at a very early age, which pretty much shaped her as the person she is now. However, this doesn't mean she was a spoiled brat. Her mother made sure Isadora was raised properly.

There were four more children to follow after the birth of Isadora and her twin brother. All of which were raised solely by their mother with little to no help of nannies or other services of that sort. While her husband was busy building up his business empire and ensuring that the family could carry on living their lavish lifestyle, Vivienne had slowly taken up the role of a devoted wife and mother, who made sure everyone felt equally loved and appreciated while instilling high expectations and discipline; the true epitome of a matriarch and someone young Isadora aspired to be like one day. Well, maybe minus the children since her dreams and ambitions spread as far away as possible from becoming a mother and having family of her own.

Growing up, Isadora was a needy child. Constantly getting jealous when she wasn't the center of attention, so it came as no wonder to anyone when she quickly excelled in drama classes. She was also highly competitive. Born only after five minutes apart from her brother, which should have been an indicator for her desire to be at the top from the very start of her life, she constantly felt the need to prove herself. This hidden rivalry only deepened once Niccolo picked up interest in business, which was something he had in common with their father.

Aside from focusing on keeping the family's good image, Vivienne was also dedicated to various philanthropic causes. It was often Isadora, who accompanied her at such events, considering her dad's busy schedule and the fact that she was the single girl in the family, expected to one day take up on this work. While she found most things boring, she was always fascinated by all the art exhibitions she and her mother attended in order to raise awareness of preserving the cultural diversity. As former artist, her mother had deep passion for art, which translated to Isa, whose aesthetic sense has already been established from birth.

Graduating from high school, Isadora pursued a bachelor's degree in History of Arts, followed by a master's degree in Criticism & Curatorial Practice. She also took classes in the field of International relations and Conservation of Artistic Heritage. She even did a few exchange programs throughout Europe, soaking up all that she could learn about art in all its forms. She then proceeded to assist her mother in her philanthropic work. building up valuable connections until she was able to establish her own foundation.

It was during the same time that she met her husband. They shared the same passion for art as well as for each other, which led them to make the snap decision of getting married without getting to know each other first, which in return led to them soon finding comfort in other people. It soon became like a game for them, getting on each other's nerves with their short affairs; like a drug even. Something that fueled the passion back into their marriage and reminding them of what they loved about the other and what they could never find in anyone else.

Ever a quick thinker, it wasn't long before Isadora had found a way to tie her passion for art to her own form of entrepreneurship, using her own artistic foundation in order to be dealing with copies of paintings and artifacts alike, gaining her own father's respect in the process as well as the rest of the Society's members. Maybe even some of their fear, too.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

🔁 (for an updated version 😅🥺)

Under the cut bc it is absurdly long, also let's please ignore the fact that I'm supposed to be studying for a midterm rn!

(I'm sure I'm still missing a million and I left out the ones we've talked about for ages, but also for the ocs that already had sections, I italicized the new ones so they wouldn't get lost 🥺 but also there's so many ocs and crossovers that if I missed any, lmk!)

(RWRB is a completely new section, other new ocs include Juni, Rose, Andrew, Vance, and Hana, plus the descendants section has been added to so extensively that it feels like it's basically new?)

DC

Cassandra

Angelina Winters

Dani Merlyn

Diana Queen

Kelsey Doyle

Mercy Bowen

Mia Queen

Fraya

Annika Webster

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Gillien

Ophelia Wayne

Isolde Kean

Lorena Falcone

Gwen

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Lillian & Max

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Nia West

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Descendants

Andrew

Addie

Anissa Radcliffe (& all of her siblings there are 10 of them)

Roisin Sprigging

Winona Sykes

Aria

Chiara Potts

Chryseis

Finley Rider

Harmony Of Atlantis

Kate Turner

Keto Jones

Lani Of Atlantis

Mae

Fortune

Beatrice

Eliane

Evander Grimhilde

Finley Rider

Gloria Gothel

Hannah Westergaard

Harley Hook

Princess Isabelle

Raina Gold

Rosabelle Legume

Juni

Chessy

Chiara Potts

Elise Charming

Robin & Rylan Fitzherbert

Taryn Porter

Violet Kingsleigh

Winnie Pan

Mystery OC 

Blossom

Finley Rider

Isadora Darling

Nerissa

Violet Kingsleigh

Winnie Pan

Rose

Addie

Beatrice

Blossom

Isabelle

Gilmore Girls

Addie

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brady Mariano

Brielle & Austin

Elle Hearst

Emmeline Forbes

Freya Morgan

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Sienna Elliot

Callum

Kirsty & the dance squad

Willow & the squad

Sam Gleason

Holland Bass

Sage Hall

Daisy

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Ashley Nardini

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brady Mariano

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Charlotte Howard-Danes

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Kaylee Hayden

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore (ft the Willow Squad)

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

Preston Gilmore

Sam Gleason

Evie

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Sienna Elliot

Grace

Adalia Kim

Allie St James

Brady Mariano

Catie Gleason

Eleanor Doose

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Lucas Gilmore & Natalie Lister (ft the entire Willow Squad)

Paige Huntzberger

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

Vicki St James

The Band

Hana

Allie St James

Bex Harding

Cecilia Ackerman

Eleanor Doose

Evan Mariano

Jane Forester

Vicki St James

Imogen

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brady Mariano

Emmeline Forbes

Jacqueline Grant

Kaylee Hayden

Lydia

Lexi Danes

Jocelyn Gilmore

Preston Gilmore

Mercy

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Lili Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Sophie Dugray

Millie

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller & Brooks Livingston

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Sienna Elliot

Regina

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Nellie McCrae

Preston Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Richie

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Bex Harding

Blythe Langford (& Charles Gilmore & Kaito Lauder but also Blythe x Richie)

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Carlie Hayden

Catie Gleason

Chelsea Gellrr

Cosette Gerard

Dani Gilmore Danes

Eleanor Doose

Elle Hearst

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Harry Bechtel

Holland Bass

Hyacinth Nelson (???)

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Kaylee Hayden

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

McKenna Hayden

Natalie Lister (ft the whole willow gang)

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Preston Gilmore & Lexi Danes

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

Sara Topaz (??)

Sienna Elliot

Vicki St James

Viviana Lozano

The Band

Vance

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Chelsea Geller

Emmeline Forbes

Lili Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Glee:

Andrew

Abbie Hudson

Betty Fabray

Bobby Seurat

Cece & Colton Cartwright

Charlie Sylvester

Dolly Corcoran

Hillary Holliday

Jo Berry

Josie St James

Joy Schuester

Roxie Flores

May Taylor & June Harris

Savannah Evans

Valeria Ramirez

Aro

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Brax

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Elliot

Betty Fabray

Dolly Corcoran

Jaci Jones

Johanna Berry

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Faith

Betty Fabray

Christina Hummel

Faye Anderson

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

May Taylor & June Harris

Mona

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Savannah Evans

Harry Potter

Castor

Ara Black

Adhara Black

Carina Goldberg

Danica Lestrange

Lyarra Vance

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Seraphini

Adhara Black

Ara Black

Carina Goldberg

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Misc

Ariana Pendragon

Elsine Pendragon

Allyria Pendragon

Lynette Starfall

Princess Aelia

Beatrix Shellstrop

Bridget Atkins

Tatum Shellstrop

Amber Cain

Beth Jasper

Deborah Winchester

Elle Winchester

Esther Colt

Genesis

Isla George

Jude Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy

Phoebe Winchester

Trix Stilinski

Bridget Bridgerton

Augusta Beauchamp

Dorothea Bridgerton

Eliza Huntington

Emmeline Bridgerton

Georgina Pemberton

Harriet Warwick

Clara Gale

Andrea Hagreeves

Andromeda Hargreeves

Audrey Hargreeves

Cleo Sullivan

Dahlia Mort

Gemma Hargreeves

Helena Hargreeves

June McLaughlin

Lorelai Hargreeves

Max Carmichael

Sierra Nearing

Sunny Talbot

Tiffany Katz

Tori Hargreeves

Virginia West

Wilhelmina Hargreeves

Genesis Jones

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

Josie Spencer

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

PJO

Cordelia

Blake Castellan ( & Jasper Gabriel )

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Liz Castellan

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

Viola Di Angelo

Kendra

Carissa Grace

Cassandra Aelius

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

RWRB

Anneliese

Cate

Eileen

Margaret

Betsy

Abi

London

Lucy

Madi

Nina

Isabel

Madi

Whoverse

The Healer

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

Matilda Fairbanks

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe