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Happy 30th birthday to this bastard, king managed to miss it by six years.

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Vortex Theory and the Agony AU are basically the same kind of story in different funny hats.

Small Bonus:

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Earther Conan Fae Sherringford Hope Bellamy-Adair | Eart

Date Of Birth: October 15th, 2008

Age: 17 (As of July 2026)

Gender Identity: Gender? In this economy?

Pronouns: He/him, She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Status: Alive

Species: Human. Probably.

Nationality: Canadian

Ethnic Background: Korean-Icelandic-German

Height: 5'5

Weight: 134 lbs

Parents: Cassandra Adair, Gabriel Klein (Biological Father), Abram Bellamy (Stepfather)

Siblings: Hamish Adair, Ian Adair, William Adair, Lester Klein, Edgar Bellamy.

Partners: None (As Of July 2026)

Children: None.

Occupation: Public Menace

Personality: Very spacey and very feral. He has many brain cells but never properly uses them after getting brainfried.

Disabilities/Disorders: ADHD and somewhere on the schizophrenia spectrum but undiagnosed

Known For/Known As: His striking blue eyes despite childhood and teenhood pictures showing him with brown eyes. Denies existence of contact lenses.

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In the year 2026, Sammy Rivera is a grown up Gen Z living his best life, or so he pretends. Sammy has buried himself in his work as a monster and magic conservationist as a distraction from grief of his past.

Then an investigation into a mysterious energy radiating from a backwards town brings him back to the deaths of his friends and the gods who had a hand in it all. After living larger than life for over a decade, Sammy must be human for once.

A monster of the week type plotline with occasional over reaching plot.

Caution. This storyline contains timeline shenanigans and eventually at least four different timelines containing the same characters will have stories and lives that cross over which each other

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Warnings: This is a art and writing project not intended for younger audiences. While not exactly 18+, maybe more 16+, this storyline will tackle a lot of heavy topics and has a lot of adult and crude humor and dark situations. Some things played for comedy, other things very much not.

Major Warnings/Triggers (To be constantly updated):

Blood and Gore~ Lovingly written.

Suicide themes

Depression

Heavy amounts of child abuse across the board

Grooming and rape of a minor, specifically a teenager that is AMAB by an adult women and it's portrayed as wrong as it should be.

Pregnancy - of several varieties, including Cis, Trans, and Mpreg of both magical/supernatural origin and parasitic but Sammy acts like it's normal.

Murder, Violence, deaths

Minor Warnings

Mental illnesses front and center. Most of the cast is either some form of ADHD and/or autistic, but several characters have more than just the more 'tolerated' mental illnesses.

Dehumanizing language and actions.

Talk of homelessness

Past food insecurity and continued food issues in a character.

General creepiness and uncomfortbleness

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Character Profiles

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Stories:

Sepia Timeline: None At The Moment

Vortex A Timeline: None At The Moment

Vortex B1 Timeline: (To Be Added)

Vortex B2 Timeline: None At The Moment

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Gabe at literally any moment in his life.

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~Artbreeder Photos: Adair Siblings Addition~

Hamish, Ian, William, Eart, and Lester in that order.

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~Artbreeder Photos~

Current versions, hoping to touch up as I go and add more characters from the series later.

Sammy Rivera

Gabriel Klein/Gabe

Emery Rivera/Endymion

Mateo Rivera/Mattie

Lyre Moore/Muffin

Theda/Thea Kidd

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A quick Sammy Rivera headshot.

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Love how Vortex Theory is basically a love letter to all the banned tags.

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Timeline: Vortex B-1

Arc 1: Monsters Of Murdertown

Story: Where We Begin (2)

Summary: Sammy and Emery, magic and monster conservationists (and monster rights activists), encounter poachers decimating a pod of merfolk.

Chapter 2: Sammy and Emery perform an impromptu autopsy and attempt a funeral for the mermaid. 

Content Warnings for entire story: Swearing, Uncomfortable Descriptions, Mass Death, Death of A Child, Dissection, Mutilation Of A Corpse, Rotting Corpses, Decapation, General Gore and savagry, Murder, Loss Of A Culture, Hinted Eating Disorder, and Poachers. Also sex between consenting adults is alluded to exist.

Chapter 1 Here

"So, we found a mermaid," Sammy crouched close to the body, and stroked her hair-like whiskers. "She's dead. Someone killed a mermaid and then just...left her." Closer now he could see her face twisted in horror and her mouth gagged. 

Sammy pulled a long knife from his belt, imagining cutting the poacher's throat, and cut at the cloth around her mouth. It felt only right to give her some relief even in death. 

Mermaids even at full growth were about equivalent mentally to a human child, but that didn't make them expendable. That didn't make them just another fish. They were playful creatures, curious, and friendly. Looking for a vicious humanoid water creature would only lead you to a siren. 

As he closed the distance, for a moment, the look in his siren's eyes wasn't of Emery Rivera, accomplished marksman and highly sought after hacker. He was Endymion, who only knew human violence his entire life. He was the last of his pod, and saw his entire family perish slowly in front of him. Despite this, he had still shown Sammy such great empathy and kindness the day they met. 

There was none of that kindness now. Emery already had an axe on hand. He never parted with it since the day he found it.

"It's not another sea creature's work either." Emery paced around the body, protective, almost. Sammy could see Emery wasn't here. He was standing around his own family's bodies, unable to understand why humanity just walked over them. Why did they have to hide? Why do they have to die? 

"Poachers." 

"Fuckin' poachers. I'll gut them..." His eyes left the body, and glanced over out into the sea. His far sight was far greater than Sammy's, and his face scrunched up. "I don't see any sign of them close by still...but I think I see more like her." His eyes turned back to the mermaid. The poachers were likely long gone."Why? Why do humans do this?" 

"Caviar, I think. Most of the mutilation is around her stomach area." Sammy pulled his hand out of her hair. "Sweet girl, I'm sorry this happened to you..." He looked over the mutilation, this senseless horror for nothing at all. At least, it seemed like they had gotten nothing. He was so sure in his theory but it was best to double check. 

Sammy stuck his tongue out and bit it to calm his nerves as he stuck his hand into her womb to better inspect it. He felt no hidden slash marks to indicate that they had been able to scrape eggs out of her after all, and more evidence of her age. Years of spawning usually left evidence, cervix widening to allow passage of larger counts of eggs year to year. He would think her scrapped if there were marks for how little evidence her cervix provided. 

All species aged differently. Mermaids were long-lived, and their development stages reflected it. This girl may have seen nearly as many moons as he had but her equivalent age if she had been cursed with humanity, he would guess her for fourteen.  Sammy thought of his own oldest, in years. Mattie was twelve, and only a little behind that in equivalent fae age, as fae spent longer naturally as older creatures rather than spirey and young so their youth states came close to that of humans. 

This was a child. 

Sammy pulled his hand out of her and wiped his hand clean with sand. Emery circled around them both and then reached for a necklace of shells somehow still around her neck. It was a burden of proof that all they cared about was caviar. Not that robbing a corpse of culture was any less worse, but that she had died, for this? 

Lowing himself down to her as well, Emery pulled off the necklace, muttering an apology in his own native tongue. He turned it around, looking for any identifying marks. He wasn't an expert in other water cultures, nor was any mermaid language in this area remotely like the siren language, but Emery felt along a few driven marks on the biggest shell. 

He turned it around for Sammy to see and also unfamiliar with it, he took out his phone to access the online database shared between monster conservationists. He was able to narrow down the dialect by the area they were in. 

"It says the word is… her name was Marevernik." Sammy enunciated the K at the end with the appropriate click a mermaid would use, and an almost purr for the Rs.

In many ways this shell was more personal to her than the sea and the waves and the sky above. It was more a name than an object. Sammy knew somewhat of the mermaid culture. If she had in fact been robbed of it, it would have been just a huge crime as her death. 

They made sure to put it back on her properly, and then Sammy gently picked her up and took her away from the edge of the beach. To take a mermaid from water was disrespectful but they hoped she understood. They couldn't risk her floating back out to sea just yet.

Sammy texted his apprentice, who would be up at the house. William Adair was his nephew of sorts, the seventeen year old son of Sammy's late friend. A dead mermaid on the day of his dead friend's birthday. 

He told William to bring the medical kit that had the thread for stitches. They couldn't give her back to the sea as was the proper for a mermaid looking like this. 

"Sammy? Emery?" From the top of the beach William stepped into the sand already clothed in pajamas. His glasses were clipped onto his collar, and he looked half close to sleep. His tired eyes snapped open as he saw what was between the two. "What the fuck??" Will dashed towards them and fell as he slipped on sand. He finished the way there in a quick crawl. 

Will started to brush himself off, and then handed over a medical kit. 

"Don't touch anything. This girl's dead." Will nodded, looking sick. William had no interest in cleaning up a dead body.

William's 'thing' was the paranormal, the energies left behind, but that didn't mean he didn't have empathy for the rest. His breath suddenly caught in his throat and his eyes went out to the sea. 

He started wide eyed at the spot where they had taken the body from. William took a lot after the woman who birthed him the most, but the look of disgust and rage was all his father's. Sammy had seen that look on Gabriel's face plenty in their youth. 

"This...this ocean is a graveyard. I could smell it all the way to the house but I didn't realize it was...Sammy, they are still here...there's still some left and they beg for us to help them." 

Sammy didn't understand the how of the existence of ghosts but he knew enough of William's abilities and sudden grasps of knowledges to not doubt their existence. 

"Can...can you see her?" Emery asked.

"Yeah." There was no questions from either adult as to how he understood her. The language of the dead was universal. 

Sammy stood back up, and handed the medical kit to Emery. "Stitch her up, love. Then get the boat. I'm getting supplies. Will, ask Marevernik if she can give us anymore information so we can help those that are still alive." 

The two men nodded, and got to work, while Sammy jogged up to the top of the beach and took off towards the house in a sprint. 

"Pajarito!" Sammy called. With a whoop, and the crackling of flames, a phoenix swooped in and landed on Sammy's outstretched arm. "Protect the flock. If someone unfamiliar shows up, scare them off. If they try to enter the house…" Sammy grinned and snapped his fingers. Pajarito cooed in delight.

Today would be a rescue mission, and if they were lucky, a massacre for a massacre.

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Something that would have absolutely killed the average Agony AU reader back in 2018 is that Casper Hall is a he/him lesbian.

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Arc 1: Monsters Of Murdertown

Story: Where We Begin (1)

Summary: Sammy and Emery, magic and monster conservationists (and monster rights activists), encounter poachers decimating a pod of merfolk.

Content Warnings for entire story: Swearing Mass Death, Death of A Child Dissection, Mutilation Of A Corpse, Rotting Corpses, Decapation, General Gore and savagry, Murder, Loss Of A Culture, Hinted Eating Disorder, and Poachers. Also sex between consenting adults is alluded to exist.

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Chapter 1

Life was good. A tip of his wine glass brought him into a world of pleasure. The smell of the water calmed him, and he ran his feet through the sand another time, over and over. He was alone, watching the waves of the ocean. Even as the sun barely peaked over the skyline, the ocean persisted as a beautiful mess upon his eyes. Hazel met blue, reds and pinks dancing on the surface, the cold deep a frightful horror. 

Sammy Rivera was a simple man, in the broadest definitions. He had a good life. His family was happy, and there were no problems. He was a contented man. Half all lies, he would never admit. That was his eternal jest. The beach was a calm place where he could let his worries out without bothering others with them.

Even with his eyes locked on the ocean, Sammy's thoughts were on the one thing he could never replace. He could travel the world, find and make new family in every nook he stumbled his way into. Yet he longed for only one person to appear. The one person who could make his family complete once more.

Even the wine reminded him of what he had lost. The label was marked with some generically pretty angel, some brand he had never heard of. This bottle of wine had been stolen from a private collector, so he could say little of its first origins. How they hadn't ended up on Interpol's radar this week again was a miracle in itself. A beautiful mystery, through and through. 

It wasn't a good day, and the smell in the air reflected his grief. The ocean smell was there, but above that and the smell of the wine on his breath, there was the smell of rot. In the distance too, there were sea birds of some sort circling. Their noisy sounds would have usually bothered him but he'd turned off his hearing aids to block them out. The smell he could do little about until he chose to leave the beach and that was far from now.

He'd been here for a while, and the smell was getting worse, but he assumed it was some mass die off of fish. Nothing the sea birds should be eating, but for all Sammy's power in the world, he could not tell the average seabird not to eat plastic and sickly fish. 

Sammy always found it unfair he could not move heaven and earth to his whims.

Taking some sand within his hand, he thought of its make up. With a little alchemical trick, turned the sand upon his hand into a little figurine. A glass angel with a downwards smile. 

The little house on the beach they had been renting was full of these now. With such bountiful amounts of sand, and so little to do, what else was Sammy to do with his time? He laughed, feeling the rumbling and guessing it was more bubbly than intended. 

His angel was gone, this little figurine was merely a mock up. Still, Sammy thought as he put a touch more detail into the hair, this was a nice reminder for his collection. 

An angel of an angel, not that Sammy believed in anything after death. Still, he felt it only right to angst over the birthday of someone long dead. 

Sammy had turned off his hearing aids around the time the sun had started creeping downwards. It was a gentle hand upon his head that had him looking up and over as his love came to stand beside him. The light of his life, his Emery, said something and then rested a hand against Sammy's cheek. Sammy leaned into the touch, nearly purring as Emery used a finger to turn on his hearing aids.  Emery knew the exact hidden place that activated the aids because he had been the one to first place them there. 

"You're late to dinner, you know." 

"Maybe I'm just super early for breakfast?" Sammy tried, but Emery didn't look very convinced. He didn't say those dreaded words, despite his gaze holding true. You should eat.  

"And maybe I want another baby." 

"That's a true statement!" Sammy jeered with a smile. "You're agreeing with me." 

"Because you are technically right. Still, Mattie made chocolate cake for dessert and I know you don't want to miss that." Well that was true. Sammy had a sweet tooth and ever since his oldest child had started learning to bake he had been happily trying all sorts of new combinations. 

"I can get you another baby if you give me a couple days." 

"I don't doubt it." Emery sat down beside him. "I'm not going to fight you, since," Emery said, his voice soft, but not without strength. "...today is the day, right?"

"Yep." Sammy held the figurine to the last wakes of the sun. "By Achelous, I'm older now than he ever got to be." 

Emery reached out and put his hand over Sammy's on the figurine. He nuzzled his face into Sammy's neck and pulled their hands close to them. "I learnt to grieve from you. I'll stay here with you forever if that's what it takes." 

"Oh, Emery." Sammy held his hand up to Emery's face, caressed his smooth cheek. Softer than most would expect it to be, if they assumed Emery was human. It was a left over quirk in the siren biology as they were once feathered creatures. Their skin was  covered in slight downy fuzz. It wasn't an often recorded feature. Not many got this close to a siren and lived to tell. 

Sammy kissed Emery's face and caressed it. A gesture so familiar to Emery since the day they met. He slid a hand down to Sammy's waist. He caressed down to his thigh and kept his hand moving, sliding up slowly, not lingering anywhere. 

"Do you really want to do that?" Sammy asked. "Here?" He didn't seem opposed. 

"Yeah, I do." Emery pushed Sammy down, stroking his hand up Sammy's skirt. He leaned in closer to Sammy, his lips hovering over his. Sammy closed his eyes, lips ready to meet Emery's when he pulled him in for a kiss. Then Emery went rigid. He opened his eyes and saw Emery looking off to the shore.

When Sammy had been fifteen, he had walked into a faerie ring and had nothing to give. Now he received all sorts of things most of man would only dream of. Maybe some would call them nightmares. The gift was a sort of curse, because it took away Sammy's ability to deny. 

His own gaze followed Emery's. The ocean had just pushed something onto the shore. The couple broke away and dashed together for it. Even from a distance, it wasn't a piece of driftwood, or a clump of seaweed. It was humanoid and not moving. 

Sammy made it to the prone form first. Long hair covering up a scaled back that melded into a long tail. A merfolk. 

They were rare. To find one dead was a tragedy no matter the cause. Sammy gently flipped over the body to expose the face, and he was taken by how young she looked. Barely older than his own oldest children in developmental equivalency. 

The mermaid's abdomen was torn open in a telltale way, her insides flayed. Even as the bile raised in Sammy's throat, he noticed the signs that she had already spawned. Someone was looking for eggs that weren't there. The season was wrong for harvesting mermaid caviar. 

Not only were there clearly poachers about, they were stupid poachers. 

Chapter 2

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"Vortex Theory" Arc 1 'Monsters Of Murdertown' starts December 2021.

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In the year 2026, Sammy Rivera is a grown up Gen Z living his best life. Aside from the deaths of two dear to him people years before always haunting the back of his mind. Instead of properly coping with his grief, Sammy has buried himself in his work as a monster and magic conservationist.

Then an investigation into a mysterious energy radiating from a backwards town brings him back to the deaths of his friends and the gods who had a hand in it all. After living larger than life for over a decade, Sammy must be human for once.

A monster of the week type plotline with occasional over reaching plot.

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Warnings: This is a art and writing project not intended for younger audiences. While not exactly 18+, this storyline will tackle a lot of heavy topics and has a lot of adult and crude humor and situations. Some things played for comedy, other things very much not.

Major Warnings/Triggers (To be constantly updated):

Suicide themes

Depression

Heavy amounts of child abuse across the board

Implied and discussed rape of a minor, specifically a teenage by an adult women and it's portrayed as wrong as it should be.

Pregnancy - of several varieties, including Cis, Trans, and Mpreg of both magical/supernatural origin and parasitic but Sammy acts like it's normal.

Murder, Violence, deaths

Minor Warnings

Dehumanizing language and actions.

Talk of homelessness

Past food insecurity and continued food issues in a character.

General creepiness and unconmfortbleness

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"Look dad!" Matt opened his mouth and then started wiggling one of his lower teeth with his tongue. "Looth tooth!" 

Cornelius popped into Rivera's phone screen. "Oh, I can help with that, little one!" Cornelius pulled out a fountain pen. Matt looked at it, and blanched. In some meta fear, Matt tugged at his tie nervously, and then handed Cornelius his phone back, exiting stage left in a hurry.

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Matt's death in the Agony AU was fucked up but I think it's been enough years for me to make jokes about it in One Last Amen.

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Memes, Sammy addition.

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Daddy Dearest didn’t make the blunder of hiring a killer who had personal history with Boyfriend. With an assassin who didn't drop everything to have a rap battle, Girlfriend is left to try and process the tragedy alone in the hospital waiting room.