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legaciestold · 3 months

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thread: the prismya incident tuesday, july 25th-friday july 28th, 2006 @everythingheard (leon) also featured in overall incident: @myersbprd, claire, ingrid, mara, & jill

tuesday, july 25, 2006 4:45am (stateside local) mild rain, gray morning skies, humid

the screen is eerily blank for multiple seconds, the sounds of clattering items all that's emitted above the gentle static. muttering comes next, a woman's frustration coming through with no visual to accompany it until a silhouette appears, out of focus.

'come on, come on, yes! it worked!'

emits the voice, hushed but triumphant as what can be assumed is keys of what might be an old keyboard by the heavy sounds of it are pressed in the audio. the picture is grainy, as if there's some kind of interference yet it does finally come into focus to display a woman looking at the camera and addressing an agent with a name hunnigan hasn't come across before. the name is typed into a second monitor upon her station though a voice on the phone she's balancing on her shoulder halts her. tells her to wait and watch. the woman on the screen looks a bit worse for wear. there's a small gash on her forehead that looks as if it's scabbed over and the scrubs she wears look wrinkled and disheveled as if they've been worked in a while. it's not what's shocking about the video. hunnigan has seen a lot both in her own field experiences before she'd taken a desk job and in the displays from messages from various agents she aids who are in the field.

she's seen kennedy a hell of a lot worse for example.

what's shocking comes from the words which emit from the woman's lips. she speaks quickly, to the point, an attempt to relay as much information as possible in an efficient manner. hunnigan appreciates it. a final stage of a virus is synthesized and will have enough produced for the final stage of an attack within forty-eight hours. possibly less, most likely less. she's only piecing together what she's been able to hear and catch glimpses of. she's being monitored constantly but one of the other scientists speaks to her as they work, whenever they get the chance to, and he seems to be an ally. the process appears to be faster because of the nature of vampiric materials.

vampiric?!

the camera is shifted, loses focus for a moment when it's lifted and redirected over a blurry file that hunnigan already knows is going to have to get sent for enhancement. she can just barely see the name claire red.field on it though ingrid isn't sure if she actually saw the name clearly or if it's her brain piecing it together by virtue of the fact the woman voices the name a moment later. the camera pans too quickly over a separate video feed, camera on camera distorting the picture with lines-- yet, some can be made out. maybe the worse of it is the sound.

there's screaming. wild, scared, pained.

there's frenzied movement on the screen of the screen. there's what ingrid thinks is a woman attacking a man in scrubs and then her being forced back down and injected with something and she thinks the woman cries something to the effect of 'not again' after some profound swearing in-between. maybe that's really the most shocking part because ingrid has never met redfield but she's seen agent kennedy's file and seen claire's picture in it because the girl and leon had escaped raccoon together and as distorted as the picture may be, ingrid understands in the pit of her stomach what she's seeing is the same woman.

the camera pans back once more to the woman sending it with her rattling off something about redfield having been the key to the virus and a location. about something being wrong. she shouldn't have been able to get to this terminal let alone send this video she's not sure where the guards are but she's uploading the communication now and praying they get it. to please send the bprd or anyone they can. there's a sound, a groan really, which emits somewhere in the room the woman is in and she looks away before turning back and starting to say to 'tell leon...' something... but it's cut off with the transmission going dark and somehow, that's when something else connects in ingrid's mind and she chastises herself for not having realized it sooner. she's seen this woman's picture in leon's file too. it's his cousin that survived the attack on their family when agent kennedy was a child.

okay. ingrid thinks. okay. okay.

the voice on the phone begins speaking again, giving ingrid little time to recover even as she begins opening various windows at her computer station. it reveals more information to her. information about the bureau of paranormal research and defense. of an outbreak in a polish village the year before, about redfield being part of the bprd-- which doesn't exist on paper except as the fbi's special operations division. it tells her mara a kennedy was an informant in a company run by fucking vampires. vampires! it tells her a select few members of the bsaa, valentine and the other redfield have been contacted and are deploying with bprd on route to prismya where there's been some strange reports of attacks in the last twenty-four hours. they'll meet agent kennedy there and she needs to relay all this information to him and get him on a military flight leaving in two hours. it's a lot. it's chaos. but it's a chaos she can handle. she has to. first, however, she needs to finish dialing agent kennedy's number.

she does and takes an unusual step further, tells him he needs to get to headquarters immediately, with no delays. she needs to meet with him in person. and someone needs to meet with him, a bprd agent myers who'd be going on a mission with him, reinforcements already on-route to meet them there. she doesn't tell him why but her vocal pattern shows the seriousness of it. she greets the bprd agent in a room off the corridor of the building where the light always flickers and the work order for it has gone into the abyss of low priorities. when agent kennedy gets there she tells him all she knows, she shows him the video, and she lets the bprd agent tell him the rest of the pertinent information as she goes to gather more information for herself to aid them in the field.

'leon, be careful.'

she calls out to him as she watches him and the other agent leave for the military base (that transport would get them to europe faster than other means). ingrid, rarely calls him by his first name but this was uncharted territory. this was personal territory, at least for him. almost twelve hours later hunnigan has some communication with the bsaa, redfield and valentine, helps them navigate a nightmare on the ground that they'd flown into. she's not usually involved with the bsaa but this whole mission was.. well, there was a lot of players in the game at once and they all had the same ultimate goals. she had the feeling she'd be patching them all into each other the whole time.

fifteen, almost sixteen hours after leon leaves, when hunnigan gets word from that leon and the bprd agent have gotten separated after they'd gotten to one of the companies' facilities where he thinks the outbreak started (an outbreak that wasn't part of the main plot and shouldn't have happened) and that they'd found indications mara and claire had been moved to some location in the countryside but then leon and myers had gotten separated after a car crash outside a local village she's not surprised so she helps him navigate as far toward the castle facility as her access to sat feeds will allow. somehow, this feels a bit like spain all over again. she certainly thinks the stakes are just as high for her agent in the field. this wasn't the president's daughter but it was his family and his friend and a hell of a lot of innocent people's lives at stake.

wednesday, july 26, 2006 8:13am (prismya local) prismya countryside, mountain valley filled with small villages and an expansive castle complex which used to house the local ruler of the region. has held an increase in activity, construction equipment, and people to the area in recent years. also many disappearances. rainy and dark gray skies, foggy, cloudy, low visibility

she's cold. then she's hot. both make her hurt like a fucking train is chugging through her blood stream and making her want to tear into something but they've taken everything away she could possibly break after she'd managed to turn a part of the bed into something she could stab with. it'd been a blunt edge but she'd still managed with a spirt of strength to impale one of the people that'd come into the room to sedate her with it. her mind is scattered, hair messy and in all directions around her shoulder's when she awakens in a new place. mara's no where in sight but claire is sure she'd seen her. she's positive. she wasn't losing her mind. she wasn't. she'd seen her. she had! metal surfaces are around her, there's a camera too. she attacks it with her bare hands. they come into the room. she can't remember what happened after that. she thinks she drew blood. or they drew her blood? no, she'd hurt one of them. she's sure. the feel of a badge, a key.. she'd hurt him, the man injecting her, but he'd slipped her something. why? she doesn't understand. was he the one mara said was a friend? is she imagining it? but he hurt her. did he have a choice?

wait.. then.. now. then wasn't now. that already happened. key.. badge. her body hurts. she's thirsty but she's not supposed to be. she can't let herself be. remember. remember to fight it. mara had said the longer she does the slower the infection will move through her. she'd said that, back at the other place. where is mara? where is she? her body shifts, rolls over where it'd passed out before. flashes of memories playing at her mind. she tires to piece together her memories. her eyes aren't open but she sees....

there'd been a mission. she can remember that. but then.. so much death. she'd fought. injections.. experiments. she'd fought. she'd screamed. she'd attacked. it hurt. her mind scatters. she remembers a desert. no, that was a long time ago. she remembers a police station. no that was further away. blonde hair.. she remembers a dinner with a child laughing and the surprise on their faces when another person had shown up at their door with pizza from that hole in the wall place she'd taken sherry to and mentioned. it wasn't an every-day thing, the three of them getting to spend time together and so they'd held on to it at the time. a thread, it forms a thread into another string of flashes. a chip. anger... understanding.. an email.

'stop being like that claire, just send the god damn fucking email.' she'd told herself.

the thread.. mission. facility. he'd slipped her something to escape. she'd gotten out. they'd chased her. a crash. something spilled. screams. zombies but.. different, she thinks. had to find a lift. had to find a way up. a way out. metal turned to stone. corridors. maze. castle? they'd found her. blood. she'd stabbed. she'd stabbed them, not bitten. she hadn't bitten. but they'd stabbed her too, she thinks. maybe? find somewhere to hide. hide first. figure out next step after. there'd been a room. supplies in it. boxes. she remembers boxes.. utah had boxes. rebecca had gotten shot. the boxes had fallen. circle the memories back. boxes in front of her. climb. hide on top. she wants to see her brother. she wants to see leon. to not have how they last saw each other be the last... claire passed out.

it's cold against her skin but her body feels hot. sweaty, clammy. dark veins creep along her arms. she's only wearing a thin tank top type shirt with pants, she should have tried to find something but there hadn't been time. it wasn't as much of a concern as escape. the blood across her top is crusty. how long as she been there? there's no wound... it healed. but she'd been stabbed.. she can't think about it. not yet. not yet. find mara. get a cure. escape. no she couldn't.. mara had said something about them releasing it.. hadn't she? or had she imagined it? claire's clearer now then she was, and yet not fully clear either. it's hard to keep a hold of her thoughts, takes effort. she can do this. she has to do this. there isn't a choice. one step at a time.

there's sound. a scuffle. a grunt. gun shots. something had spilled before.. she remembers it.. kind of, sort of. outbreak. shit. she thinks there'd been one before too. back wherever she'd been but now.. had she caused this one? in her attempt to escape? or had it come with them like it had antarctica from rockfort, along with the personnel? shit. shit. shit. another gun shot. wooden door splinter's below, figures move into the dark room, crash across it like godzilla to a city. someone hits the boxes, they all fall down with her with it. ouch. pain radiates and blood fills her senses. someone's bleeding. she knows it like she knows what air is. in a way that unsettles her. it makes her mind go fuzzy, the veins on her skin burn. there's fighting in the low light, another gun shot. one of them stops moving.

claire reacts.

she lifts herself from the tangle of boxes and launches herself at whoever still stands with a sudden fury and strength she shouldn't have. she feels like it's temporary. it's not going to last and some part of her seems to realize the more she exerts herself the more the infection is going to take root but she has to get away. and to do that she has to stop whoever else is there. so they can't take her away again. so they can't hurt her again. so they can't make her veins feel like they are on fire and her so thirsty. it's all nails and desperate punches when she lands as if she's a wild and wounded animal backed into a corner. hair blocking her face as she attacks. she remembers the feeling of the injections. she remembers the experiments. she's angry, it's taking hold. it's overwhelming her, clouding her mind. she can feel it. but whoever she's fighting is strong. they react too and her arms are suddenly being forced to halt, her struggling wildly until some of her hair that was blocking her vision shifts and she sees eyes. his eyes and now a war is happening within her. something inside wants to fight. wants to hurt. but she. claire. she sees his eyes. she sees them. she knows them. she's crying. it burns her eyes. it's his blood she smells. she wants it. no. no. fucking hell no! she's not lost yet. she won't let herself be. this fucking infection wasn't going to take her. she wouldn't let it. she wouldn't hurt him. why is he there? her mind starts to clear, a little. she stops fighting and fear laces her features.

"l--leon?" this is real. he's real. she can feel him. and yet it almost comes out as a question as if some part of her is suddenly scared she's imagined this whole thing to cope and is still in whatever room they locked her in for their experiments. "i-- i'm sorry! i'm sorry.. i-- couldn't... stop.. i thought you were.. i thought they found me.. i thought they were going to take me back.. oh my god.. did i hurt you?" horror washes over her.

#in my defense i had to write three character's worth of interactions and it's a lot of set up so that's why it's so long #obviously you totally dont have to come close to matching length since it's three characters worth haha #but my fucking god i almost lost this entire starter because tumbles logged me out #muse; claire redfield #v; bprd: biohazard timeline #everythingheard #myersbprd

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dhampiravidi · 10 months

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She expected him to come the day before, the afternoon of her return. Alfred knew she was coming back; she'd actually (briefly) talked to him via the Wayne Manor home phone, which he always answered. The old man/her de facto grandfather was in tears when he recognized her voice, and she had been, too. Alfred Pennyworth knew her better than almost anyone--well, no. He knew her better than anyone who was still alive. Mom and Jason. She'd never understood why the universe decided to kill off the two people she loved most...

Anyway, Jayn knew that Alfred would tell Bruce that she was returning to Gotham after almost ten years of radio silence. Her father might've been watching her using a drone the whole time, but she'd stopped talking to him. He was the one who pushed Jason away and into fucking Bosnia and Herzegovina to find his mom. Bruce was also the one who had stopped Jayn from killing the Joker after she'd hunted him down. So, she rebelled and found a way to escape, leaving Gotham City with Deathstroke.

She'd entered the city subtly, mostly because she had always hated being questioned by the press. Then she perused a few high-end shops, buying a couple of things plus groceries for the next two weeks. No one knew her face yet, so now was the time to be on the streets. After all that, she went home to the penthouse apartment she'd purchased weeks ago. But that was yesterday. Today, around 10 AM, the front desk called and told her that Bruce Wayne had asked to see her.

"He can come up here," Jayn said coolly. She was in a robe, a tank top, and some pajamas. When he finally knocked, she opened it, looking at him with a blank expression. "What do you want, Bruce?"

@everythingheard

#everythingheard #jlw: thread

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ofrcgency · 6 months

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For Faramir w/ @everythingheard

A young maiden of Rohan should never be familiar with grief and despair, but that is what Éowyn experienced when she was seven. Life for the young maiden was not easy as she grew up. Not only did she have to experience losing her father and then her mother just a few years apart, but being raised in an age full of anger, hate, and wars was enough to frighten any child. Despite the dangers outside Rohan, or even within, Éowyn was fortunate to learn how to hold a sword and defend herself. The hardships she faced made it so she didn't fear the cold hand of death or pain, but that didn't mean each day she lived was an easy one.

To add more to her plate, Éowyn constantly avoided the presence of one man when her uncle grew mysteriously ill. Grima Wormtongue, Counsellor of the Court under a weakened King Théoden, watched Éowyn's every move and often cornered her in private speaking poisoned-filled words to her. Even within the walls of Edoras, Éowyn never felt safe with this man working so closely alongside her uncle. She needed an escape for she grew more bothered and even fearful of his presence with every day that passed.

Despite the dangers outside Edoras, Éowyn found riding Windfola and risking her own safety better than being trapped in a cage that was her home. She couldn't remember the last time she genuinely smiled or laughed. Riding Windfola despite the present dangers around her gave her a sense of peace.

Not keeping watch over how much time had passed, Éowyn found herself approaching Mering Stream. Pulling back on the reigns to slow down, Éowyn let out a sigh of contentment. "I suppose I should let you catch your breath and drink water from the river ahead of us? What do you think, Windfola? I'll take the nod of your head as my answer then." Smiling, Éowyn reached up to pet the neck of her beloved horse only for something to spook him. Her eyes fell on a snake that moved nearby, and her eyes immediately thought of Grima as he was very much a snake to her also. "Whoa, boy! Windfola! Easy! It's alright." Despite Éowyn being a skilled rider, her beloved horse was spooked to a level where even she couldn't control him. Despite trying to calm him down, Windfola threw her off, and she landed on her left arm. "Windfola, no! Come back!" Windfola ran back towards Edoras, leaving behind an injured young maiden on the edge of Mering Stream.

#everythingheard #muse: eowyn #// ahhhh i'm so excited for this!

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wiedzmacienia · 6 months

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What are the core themes of your muse?

There's a variety of things that are explored and I want to explore with this character. I would say some of the core themes and motifs that are at the heart of her character are light vs dark, motherhood, blood, magic, war, conflict, duality, grey mortality, history, family, overcoming trauma, survival, and fighting for what one believes in. I'm sure there's more but some these seem to be the main keys of her character. Some of these themes tie directly into each other as well.

The theme of light vs dark is ever-present in a metaphorical and literal sense in Kasia's story. She is a witch like any other witch but her trauma has manifested itself into her magical affinity of darkness manipulation in the same way that it has light manipulation for her brother Kasper. Of course, these were affinities both twins held since they first accessed their magic but it wasn't until they were faced with the trauma's they were that their magic fully took shape in such a way, where the fashion in which their magic manifests is literally within these affinities. When Kasia wields magic it takes a physical shape in her shadows more often than not. Her shadows become an extension of herself, are how she senses the energy of the world around her, are an extension of her senses. They've become intrinsically tied to her whole being.

Darkness is an absence of light but one can not have darkness without the existence of light to be absent of. Kasia and her brother Kasper are dual sides of their magical power. They exist together and they are strongest when their powers work together. Kasper can heal and draw energy from the essence of light. But Kasia's magic draws from herself, from her spirit and the shadows. Darkness is the absence of light and so it takes from her because it can not find the light.

It also speaks to Kasia's dual nature. She can be kind and caring but she can also be wrath and ruthless when she needs to be. She can protect and seek a greater good but she can kill for that same reason. She can be capable of murder for that same reason. She will kill to protect what she deems should be protected. She will murder someone in cold blood if it means she is saving her family or in the name of her greater cause, maintaining the secret of the shadow world to protect all the innocent lives that are a part of it. She is willing to do dark things in the name of the light. To make the hard choices so that others don't have to blacken their souls with it. Kasia is the hero of some stories but she is the villain of others. She has a grey morality. And there is always conflict which spawns from this because guilt plays a factor, indifference can eat away at a person. She has to live with the lives she's taken and sometimes they haunt her but that doesn't mean she regrets that action she took. At least most of the time because to her, she's done these things for a greater purpose.

Blood is also an extremely core motif within her story. Blood is the ties that bind. It was the spilling of blood which brought her and Kasper back to life, raising them from the ashes of their deaths. The blood of their parents, the familial bind, and the blood of the people who took the twin's lives. It was the death of the man who courted her years later, his blood spilled which awakened the full force of her power as she unleashed it upon the murderers. It was blood which ties her to Dracu.la (@everythingheard). Her one of the first people he drank from. That he felt the presence of life in the blood. That offered her blood to him as a test for the Order and who shared in his blood without being turned. It was this experience which truly awakened her to the shadow world, to the world as a whole. Blood is lives and she experienced the weight of that knowledge. She will forever be tied to him in an almost familial way. A familial bind in blood.

It was the spilling of blood of her mentor Zalan, his sacrifice to save her, which brought her the feeling of loss of a father once more. Which shook her to her core and left her open to Baris' influence upon her. The pain and the sadness seeking something to take it away. It was the spilling of her blood as he bit her the night they buried Zalan's body that took her innocence. The one moment of weakness when she could not have had the ability or will or mindset to refuse, when she had given in in her grief and with the blood that flowed out of her neck truly took with it the girl she had been that had been filled with some stubborn form of light and innocence. Blood and magic mingled and washed over her, drawing her onto a dangerous path she had not the ability to fully see herself upon. It was the bond of blood which both corrupted her, and muddied her mind. But it was also a bond of blood which saved her when her connection with Drac.ula brought forth truth. Blood was lives and he could see what she could not. She had still been so young, even if her years were not. It was the spilling of blood, which parted her from Baris and him from the Order for years to come.

It was the spilling of blood upon the night her forces aligned with Washin.gton, enthralled Strig.oi attacking the camp which brought her face to face with Benjamin (@honorhearted). Which nearly took the life of the child he had come to see as his own and the blood of her friend who had saved the child and brought little Augustus into her life, pulling her and Benjamin together. It was their shared blood which awakened their connection, their souls calling together and finding each other at last when they conducted a ritual that required of them blood. It connected them, their lifeforce together. Completed the circle. Awakened their soulmate connection that death and time could not keep apart.

It was the spilling of blood, of Benjamin's blood when Baris returned and attacked him that sealed her ability to never be influenced by a stri.goi again. That finally broke any lasting influence Baris could ever have upon her. Because love was stronger than corruption, it was light, it was finding light in the darkness.

It was the spilling of blood when Katarzyna had been taken by the Order of the Cross, James' witch-hunting order, them torturing her and while she would not break to give them what they wanted, a part of her had broken as her blood spilled over her binds. It was the ties of blood bonds, which formed her team in the new century, strig.oi at her side as they worked for the Order and her spilling blood with dangerous indifference as she let the Order weld her for a century, thrust into her missions to numb and distract from the faith that had been taken from her. (And as a point of fact, blood is key to stri.goi and stri.goi are ever-present within her life. Even tying to her faith in that one of her closest allies is a stri.goi pastor.)

It would be the spilling of blood of her great (times many) grandchild that would bring a returned James into her life and with him a reincarnated Ben, for their bond awakened so long ago in blood had transcended time to reunite them. And it was her blood tie to her great (times many grand daughter too which had awakened faith and light and hope in her she had not known for so long.

And all this in part brings me to what I think is perhaps the biggest and most important theme in what makes up Kasia. Motherhood and family. To be a mother was never something Kasia had sought out. It was never something she had thought she deserved or felt was in the cards for her. It was something which had creeped up upon her without her even realizing it.

The child, Augustus, had awakened something in her in his innocence and light. He had brought out a side of her she had not shown in many years, as if his laugh and his smile and the way he looked at her with such awed wonder and acceptance and love had taken hold of the corruption she felt in her soul and washed it away. He brought her Benjamin and Benjamin brought her two beautiful children. And so many more through the orphanage they opened after the war. Family and being a mother let her see something in the world she had been blocked from for so long.

It gave her hope.

It made her feel alive.

It drove her forward and gave her a true purpose. It showed her life wasn't all war and strife but the love that existed in the simple action of reading to a room full of children. And even at her most broken it was love and family which maintained a flicker of herself. Which fought to the surface in the darkest of times. Which compelled her to make a different call when she could have given into the dark easily.

The memory of her children and of their children. It kept her alive, it kept her fighting, a part of the world she tried to distance herself from. And it is that desire to love, to be saved by it and grant it to those she cares for, to strive to be a mother and protect her children, to be better for them, that saves her, ultimately. it brings her back to the start, to finding who she used to be and who she can be again. It will save her life, love, when she seeks a means to have children again and confronts nature itself to do it. For without love-- family-- her fate would be dark and she would be lost but with it, she will eventually find the peace she's always longed for.

I'm sorry this got so long and really it feels like it ended up one long-winded ramble so I hope it makes sense. But this is my take on the core themes of who she is and what makes her up.

#headcanons;#answered asks;#sorry for the rambling ted talk hopefully this makes some bit of sense #tagging people for mentions #honorhearted #everythingheard

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halliwellauto · 2 months

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@everythingheard sent: you never answered my question. ( from ben! )

Aiden let out a chuckle before shrugging her shoulders. "I am cautious with who I tell about my special knack for seeing ghosts. To you, it might be a little simple. But for me, I take risks with it." she had only told Ben so much about how she could see ghosts. With how popular ghost hunting and witchcraft was lately, he may be more accepting of her. But there was still that fear that maybe he'd look at her like she was crazy. "I will say though that I'm happy that this ghost chasing as lead to an amazing friendship. Even if the ghosts can be rather vengeful beings," she let out a huff before looking around the place. "With time, I'll explain more about my background. But I promise you that I will tell you. I just have to figure out the right way to explain more." it was rather hard to just go out and say it. "Though to put it simple, I am a witch. Just have a little umph to it."

#ask #aiden answers #everythingheard #v: away from home

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vilisus · 9 months

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@everythingheard x

"Comfort is a luxury I do not afford often." Amin shook his head. He was starting to wonder if the man was regretting his offer. It felt like backpedaling.

"You know as well as I do..." He started, looking Brand dead in the eye. "The likelihood of anyone looking just like me is slim." Perhaps if he looked completely human, he would be inclined to agree. But is eyes, his paleness.... that did not come often, even if his face could be similar.

Amin would never openly say what he was to the other, but by now, they were both aware of the situation, that Amin wasn't human and Brand knew it.

"Take me to them." The fae gestured in a way that suggest Brand should move. He was direct and to the point. It was his last request. Should the human try to wriggle his way out of it, he could make him.

#everythingheard #brand #amin

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eeturnuhlmoved1 · 1 year

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*: ･ﾟ∙ * ⁕ * ∙ ✰ THERE'S A SPARKLE IN HER EMBER EYES AT THE SIGHT OF HIM. one of the first to welcome her to the unfamiliar place. she still wore the beads he had gifted her. probably one of her most important possessions. hands tucked behind her as she took a few slow strides towards him. "and what have you been up to? "

@everythingheard liked! ( druig )

#everythingheard #*screams* hii : D #i've missed these two!#this will get longer btw!#its almost midnight here and im running low on energy but!!

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rebelthree · 11 months

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BRUCE & RACHEL EDITS 1/- | w/ @everythingheard’s bruce

#mygraphics;#idk what/when this is but it's rachel and bruce so have the graphic raph #dynamics; rachel x bruce #visage; rachel dawes #( bruce wayne )#personals do not reblog #i was messing around in one of the photo editors and this happened #everythingheard

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bprdmyers · 1 year

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|| let it be known that @everythingheard has emotionally compromised me in the best way :D

#non mission; ooc #raph over there giving me all the feeeels #everythingheard

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aidanwaynealghul · 1 year

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|| CLOSED || Danny & John ||

@everythingheard

Danny hadn't fully planned to meet John Constantine, honestly he'd just gone looking for the guy because he was bored and the book Ghost Writer had about him seemed interesting. He'd just planned on looking for him though, not actually talking to him. Then he'd seen him fighting some kind of...almost? Demonic being? and decided he was board enough to try and help.

Now here he was with a thermos holding what apparently was some kind of almost demon and trying to convince him that he wasn't a threat. “Look man, I come in peace.” Okay maybe the ghosty tail and floating wasn't helping, he dropped to the ground as his legs appeared and held his hands in the air. “I just thought you might appreciate some help, didn't think I'd get next on the list.”

#everythingheard #everythingheard; John Constantine #I FORGOT TO POST THIS ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE FRIDAY OOPS-

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kiantrev · 2 years

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@everythingheard

It was just their luck that a water pipe had burst in the back part of the manor. One of the children found it, rushing to inform a staff member about it. It just so happened that their usual handyman was away for the weekend, so they had to look for someone else in town.

“How’s the fixing going?” Kieran asks, after gently knocking on the door of the bathroom of the burst pipe. He has a mug of freshly brewed coffee, placing it on the flat surface of the sink for David.

“Our only handyman’s away for vacation. Luckily we had your service number in the list. If you’re available for a job, we might call you again if our handyman needs extra help,”

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legaciestold · 5 months

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vlad dracula (@everythingheard), mina dracula (@legaciestold), claudia van helsing (@legaciestold), & robert renfield (@renfie1ds)

#reposting my graphic here on the new blog because this is still the funniest thing i ever made #mygraphics;#visage; mina dracula #visage; claudia van helsing #( robert renfield )#( vlad dracula )#ships; mina x vlad #everythingheard #legaciestold #renfie1ds

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dhampiravidi · 6 months

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enter freely, and of your own will

This again. Jayn, as she was known to the few friends she had in England (in addition to her father), was irritated. It had been bad enough when her beloved mother died and left her a letter ordering her to go live with her estranged father in London. (And his territory, Gotham, wasn't even in London!) That meant she had to pack her essentials, say goodbye to the only family she'd ever known, and go live with strangers. Her father and his three children (all of whom were adopted) were kind, thankfully. But Jayn still had to deal with being the only non-White person in the social season, and probably in the whole of the nobility. She also had an accent, she didn't know any of the formal dances, and her hands were slightly calloused (used to chopping herbs and boxing as opposed to sewing). So she wasn't surprised when she went through the whole of the social season without any interested suitors calling for her. She wouldn't've cared if it hadn't been her mother's last wish that she found an English husband (primarily for financial reasons).

It was April again, and Jayn was 21 years old, a year or two older than the oldest debutante. She had the humiliating ordeal of having to curtsy before the Queen again, only for the woman to ask why she hadn't gotten married yet. Jayn told her that none of the Englishmen had opened their eyes yet. Her father was mortified, but her siblings were giggling, congratulating her on her response. That made her feel better for the moment.

Then she had to go to her first ball. She kept telling herself that the first would be the worst, and it most definitely was. Her brothers and father had danced with her to make her feel included, but that was all. She wished she could just go home.

@everythingheard

#jlw: thread #everythingheard #yes the title is a Stoker-Dracula quote. no it wasn't memorized.#gimme yer vamp guy I'm so EXCITED #LMK if you want me to change anything

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historiestold · 2 years

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@everythingheard | for peter p.arker

the coffee shop was alight with activity-- college students on their laptops, what seemed to be a group project that wasn’t going well being conducted in the corner, a line at the counter, and her and peter sitting near the window-- though gwen’s focus was on her coffee before something appeared to cross her mind. “have you seen the new study that came out of northwestern university on hearing cells?” there’s a pause as she sips her drink before continuing.

“apparently, they’ve discovered that there’s a single master gene that programs ear hair cells into either outer or inner ones. so they might be able to develop a method to restore hearing in respect to the elderly.”

#everythingheard #muse; gwen stacy #v; main #figured i'd throw something small out there for you #placed post clone arc so around the present lol

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wiedzmacienia · 7 months

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@everythingheard (elijah)

malek and salvatore had left an hour or so before, followed soon after by yaling, a muffled sound emitting from katarzyna on the couch the only indication of a goodbye she'd offered. the mission they'd completed the night before had been rough. rougher than most and it had resulted in all unit culper returning to her loft to sleep it off even matt who she'd practically forced to take her bed considering he'd been the one hurt most of all having been bitten by the being they'd faced. he'd argued he could go to his own home since him and katarzyna lived in the same city and she'd argued (more like commanded) back that he wasn't going anywhere until he'd recovered more.

vampire or not...

they'd only had so many blood bags on ice at her loft for during mission planning and they didn't know the effects of the bite on his physiology or how quickly he'd heal nor did she feel like dealing with the clean up if he ended up in some feverish vampiric state on the way home and drained some unsuspecting stranger. of course, if she needed to she would but kasia hadn't been in the mood for such activities that night nor did she have the energy for how matthew would react to doing something like that. despite everything the world that threw at them and his own willingness to kill when the order ordered it, matt still managed to keep some semblance of the honor he wore all those years ago during the revolution and it was a wonder how. in any case, her logic had won out and resulted in him still being passed out upstairs.

she'd been right about the strange fever though it seemed to be breaking slightly when she'd checked on him a few hours before.

kasia's features scrunch up behind the blanket that cocoons her on her couch as she wakes up again, the smell of coffee and copper wafting through the air of the loft from the kitchen where malek and salvatore had been earlier. just because they could mix their blood bags with coffee didn't mean they should. she can hear the sound of taps on a keyboard somewhere near her, maybe on the chair or at the table and more distantly she can hear her dogs on the other side of the loft rolling around and grumbling as they played. yet that is not what garners her core attention. she can feel his eyes on her, or at least on the blob that was her and her voice emits as she shifts to sit up, letting the blanket fall down around her middle.

"if you keep staring at me like that i'm going to turn you into a toad." she yawns, squinting her eyes and blinking until the human comes into focus. she knows that look. lovely, it was going to be that kind of morning. "don't tell me, you found out pulas.ki gave me a horse. oh wait, that was last time you went digging into history for me." her tone is wry though not in annoyance or anger that it used to be when she'd first met elijah and he saw fit to do so. no, they'd come a long way since then and her irritation over him finding out things about her had morphed into a strange amused acceptance of his curiosity that she'd killed lesser people for. but he was.. well, she gave a damn about if he lived or died now and kasia supposed it'd become a kind of game of where's w.aldo through history but the version of it where she was waldo and the book was obscure references and accounts in history. "why the fuck are you up this early and researching me, elijah?"

what had he found in her loft that had inspired his quest this time?

she looks next to his computer then, at the mug he was drinking out of. "you know, i'm pretty sure salvatore used that mug earlier for his blood-coffee." and with that she smirks. serves him right for waking her up with his keyboard taps.

#everythingheard #v; main #time period; modern #thread; post mission history

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