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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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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + reverse ” to reverse the prompts .)
@legaciestold said: lean (from Liz)
The ride back to headquarters feels endless.
To be fair, it's not unexpected. After all, they'd had to cross state borders into Pennsylvania to deal with the small band of goblins snatching hikers off state park trails. The particularly nasty sort who were predisposed to utilizing their victims' blood as dye for clothing, the murders had initially been attributed to an indiscriminate coven of vampires after drained bodies were discovered; the true culprits proved far easier for the BPRD to handle, though civilian lives had been needlessly lost regardless.
John's not certain why ( perhaps it's the small towns they had driven through to reach their destination, or maybe the crime scene photos they had viewed of a family who's counted among the dead ), but the mission has jolted his parents to the forefront of his thoughts. Were they waylaid by such creatures, only those that were far more careful to clean up after themselves? It would explain so much that's never made sense to him concerning their disappearance, like the way they seemed to vanish as if they had simply driven straight off the edge of the world. Humans might find it difficult to ensure so complete a vanishing of two grown adults and a vehicle, yet someone else —
He's brought back to the here and now by a sudden weight against his shoulder that sends his gaze flickering to the side. Liz.
"Hey." The greeting is offered quietly, John's voice almost prompted to softness amid the dwindling light filtering in through the backseat windows. Although he knows that she doesn't anticipate him filling every moment of quiet between them ( they've always been good at those comfortable silences that are intimate but devoid of expectations ), he wonders if this time, it may have felt distant — his fault. "I guess I went somewhere else."
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@legaciestold said: "i believe it will be good for you, bruce, in the wake of what's happened. the boy too, that you are adopting him. allison and ian bring much joy to my life, even in times of great stress." (elseworld; diana to bruce placed in the aftermath of mos in that timeline)
Good for him.
There are times when Bruce is no longer certain of what precisely that might entail, and part of him resists the insinuation now. If he finds himself shrouded in moments when he fails to do what's best for himself, how is he to care for a child? Even with the reassuring knowledge of Alfred's aid, perhaps this is nothing short of madness.
And yet — when he had seen that lone figure standing amid the rubble that had crushed the boy's parents, it had felt as though the decision was already set in his mind, reservations and madness be damned. For a split-second, Bruce had been thrust back to that night: just a child standing between his parents' dead bodies while their blood trickled and pooled along the cold pavement. What might have become of him and Kara were it not for Alfred? What if this boy didn't have that?
As it had turned out, he had discovered ( during an inquiry as Bruce Wayne as opposed to the Batman ) that Dick hadn't had anyone left alive who cared. Impulse had led Bruce to where he is now, speaking with Diana while his new ward settles in at Wayne Manor.
"I don't know what I'm doing." A shake of his head followed. "He's older than I was when my parents died, but — " His gaze, which had lowered while his mind raced, lifts to meet hers once more. "I never imagined myself as anyone's guardian, not as myself."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ BRUCE WAYNE : answered ˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ BRUCE WAYNE : ic ˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ BRUCE WAYNE : i have to become more ❨ elseworld verse ❩˙#legaciestold
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|| JUST STOPPING BY TO SAY YOU'RE THE MOST AWESOME AWESOME TO EVER MCAWESOME. HAVE A GREAT DAY LUCY!
ariadne this totally made my day you have no idea ! thank you for sticking me all these years no matter what platform or what muse i decided to pick up. it means so much to me that you always put our friendship first before my muse(s). you are one of the best ever ♡
#SMOOCHES. I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY WEEKEND !!!!!!#| ★ ANSWERED ( ASKS )#| ★ GLITTER QUEEN POSITIVITY ( SAVED )#legaciestold
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@legaciestold said: "I'm finally graduating uni next month, Uncle Robert! You're going to be at my graduation right?" -claudia (so wholesome, my heart)
There's so much to be done today — Renfield cycles through each and every task in his head as he shuts the briefcase with a satisfying click. He enjoys business, nevertheless, at least when it's not for the mere sake of it, and none of this is. Besides, he's rather respectable now, isn't he? As respectable as Renfield can be, that is. That's something. It's more than something.
His thoughts are soon interrupted by the familiar voice of Claudia as she crosses the threshold, drawing his attention to her face and the pure excitement which resides there. A grin rises to his lips at the sight of the girl he's watched over since she was a young child proclaiming her imminent graduation ( it was her ' great-grandparents ' who had made it possible for him to obtain his own degree over a hundred and twenty years ago — life does speed along when you're actually living it ).
"Well, of course I shall. I wouldn't miss watching you walk across that stage for anything in the world." Stepping out from behind the desk, Renfield draws her into a hug. "But I hope you don't mind if I always think of you as my little niece, even once you're making a name for yourself and all that. Can't quite help it." Finally he pulls back so that he can see her face. "I'm so proud of you."
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|| Just saying, I may have completely flailed when you followed my blog. Thanks for the follow! Your blog and writing is phenomenal!
Why thank you for the compliment! You're such a sweetheart. Don't be afraid to send someone my way! Tbh I saw you write Bella Swan and got excited at the possibilities.
And thank you for the follow in the first place!
@legaciestold
#;out of truth#legaciestold#ya'll are too kind#i'm just a silly little man who writes a silly little FBI agent
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❝ do you want to bake cookies with me? i was going to make them to bring to the foundation tomorrow. which means I need to make a lot of cookies.❞ (from claudia, legaciestold)
Holiday m.eme / @legaciestold
"Do I want to b.ake c.ookies?" Unable to keep the scornful amusement from his tone, Ben reminded her, "I'm not exactly Gordon R.amsay here. I can whip up a mean bowl of cereal, and I can follow basic instructions...but I also tend to take a book and read during prep, which leads to lots of burnt meals."
Despite his reservations, he also didn't think of himself as an arsehole, so he flashed a smile and shrugged. "If you don't mind any misshapen, potentially overdone c.ookies, then I'd be happy to help. Just don't say I didn't warn you..."
#legaciestold#risky baking#v: modern au#//i didn't want this appearing in all the b.aking tags lol#so apologies @ anyone who sees this by accident
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an anon asked: if you could bring back one person who would it be? and why? (tum.blr ate the ask so i'm pretty sure this was to the effect of what the ask had said.)
sea hues reflect against the low light of the house, green with flecks of blue staring at the flames in the fire place as she smooths the hair on a child's sleeping head. octavia had fallen asleep awhile before, henry sitting in the living room of the rarely used house in connecticut while sarah was off on a mission. despite henry tallmadge's incessant need to protect his wife sarah, the two had made the decision that when they would do missions for division they'd rarely be on the same ones. katarzyna knew it was hard for them considering their line of work but it had been an important choice her great (times many) grandson had decided to make when his daughter was born. it was a decision katarzyna supported for it ensured octavia would always have a parent should something happen as henry refused to heed her plea for him to abstain from joining the order. she'd only wanted to protect him. she'd lost so much over the years, outlived children and grandchildren and seen wars take them and henry had been one of the few left of the family she'd once made so long ago. and she could see ben (@honorhearted) in him, even all these generations down the line. henry had had ben's stubbornness too.
henry's question is one which brings her gaze back toward him, her mind wondering what prompted such a question. maybe it was the house. it was so rarely used and so filled with things that exuded history and memory. they'd only come there because octavia had wanted to see the horses and while many times katarzyna had attempted to keep a distance lest her own darkness touch them, she'd found such a thing harder once henry had made his choice to join division. and then sarah and octavia had become factors too. his question is a loaded one and katarzyna thinks it would have had a different answer depending upon the time of her life she thinks on as flashes of memory cross her mind.
had she been asked such a thing in the days or even years after her she'd been brought back to life from burnt ash she thinks the answer would have been an easy one. her parents. so desperate was she for some form of guidance. for the embrace of loving parents in a harsh world. they had given themselves (and many others) to bring her and kasper (@everythingheard) back. and all the girl of fifteen who had feld the destruction of her village with her twin brother with nothing but the clothes on their backs had wanted was her parents. but they wouldn't have been happy if only one had been brought back and not the other. for they were each other's heart. and.. if her parents had been brought back then her and kasper would be no more. there was always balance to spells. her parents gave themselves for them. to bring them back would be to cancel the sacrifice they'd made. that hadn't stopped a blonde child from asking god for them back in those moments she'd awake in the night from nightmares of fire longing for the embrace of a parent to chase the bad dreams away.
katarzyna thinks if she had been asked after she'd joined the order-- once she'd truly bonded with zalan that was-- she'd have said rozina. for she could see the pain he held over the death of his daughter. the sadness and the longing to have her back. his grief was like her own though perhaps worse. yes, she knew now that it was worse. a parent shouldn't outlive their child. and katarzyna had come to see zalan as a father and him her as a daughter. if she had been able to give rozina back to him, she thinks she would have even if it would have meant so much of her story with him would have been wiped away. and what would have happened then? without his training and the experiences they'd shared she held no doubt she would not have seen the centuries following.
it would be easy too to name the friends who had died over the years. the friends who had been taken in the war and in battles. beth who had been lost to the british and who's death still lingered in matthew's eyes made so much worse by the state of her spirit even now. the loyal officer john (@myersbprd) that had served her cause during the revolution. even his wife davina (@legaciestold) their children taken in by her after their deaths and forever entwined in the story of her family, of the ancestors of henry too. yet as much pain as their losses had brought, no pain was like the loss of the single soul which was the true answer to henry's question. the soul which sat within her heart and would forever live there until her dying breath. a soul which had never truly lived and yet was real and pure and loved by her. for katarzyna had given her husband two beautiful children, samantha and george, twins like her and her brother. and they had raised so many children as their own in the orphanage they had built. children like georgia, oliver, and grace, john and davina's children who had brought about the idea of the orphanage when their parents had died.
but...
it was the child who she had failed which caused her soul to ache. the child which her body had been unable to carry to life because of the darkness of which had brought her back to life so long ago. nature had let her have the twins but had refused her body anymore. two had been brought back from ash and two would be brought forth to her. no more. no less. and her body had been unable to handle another pregnancy to the end no matter how badly she had wanted it. no matter how hard she pleaded to god for it once she had dared to hope. they hadn't planned any of the children but why had fate given her another just to take them away? why had god? there was no loss like that of a child. no pain quite like carrying a child nearly to term and giving birth to one who had no cries. and if katarzyna could bring back one soul it would be that child that she and ben had lost. that nature hadn't let her give life to.
katarzyna looks away from henry and down to the child laying with her head across her lap, dreaming peacefully. so unaware of the dangers of the world around them. (of the dangers that would soon take octavia's parents from her and bring back ben to katarzyna in the same breath just to attempt to take him too in just a few short years.) "there's no loss like that of losing a child. it's something i promise you will never know." perhaps it's not quite a true answer to his question but she thinks from the way she feels his gaze on her he understands in some measure. it's the only answer he was going to get from her on such a topic and, it was honest.
#i think the ask was worded a little differently but i think this still answers things even if some is in her head and not outloud#answered asks;#headcanons;#tw; stillbirth#time period; modern#v; the darkverse (main)#tagging people for mentions#honorhearted#everythingheard#myersbprd#legaciestold#also this hurt to write#it really did
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@legaciestold | continued from here.
it goes back to comfortable, the quiet between them. the way he feels like he can be himself - he doesn’t have to be action man, or the captain, or anyone other than just becker with jessica. he never has, right from the beginning, even when he was keeping her - keeping everyone - at arm’s length because he’d just lost not just his team but his friends. but jessica - jessica is and always has been different. she’s made her place in his life as a colleague, a friend, someone so intrinsically important to him that the thought of losing her makes him lose his head. everyone has seen that, even when becker tried to go back to keeping that distance between them. that plausible deniability that jessica is more important to him than just about anybody.
not anymore. he’s not doing that anymore. not denying the fact that he cares about her as more than just a friend. not denying the fact that spending time with her is a highlight and something he looks forward to and actively seeks. not denying the way she makes his day brighter, the smiles she puts on his face. not denying that she makes him stumble over his words as much as he does her - stay warm, really? - and that it makes him laugh that they can joke about it. he is sure she sees the huff of laughter he lets out at her words, the barely evident smile on his lips. jessica would know that on anyone else, this would be a beam. “connor was talking about a new chinese place a couple of streets away.” becker’s been wanting to try it, but not alone. if he’s honest, he’s been wanting to try it with jessica. idly, he wonders who won the bet about when he’d get his act together and whether this counts.
#legaciestold#rp; h.j. becker#rp; jess parker#;ic post#;para post#verse; fall into your sunlight#;this is a queue
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What’s attractive about you?
tagged by: @adversitybloomed
tagging: @luckhissoul @xhideyourfires @legaciestold @uncxntrxllable @forwardlion
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NAME ⎯⎯ Sebastián Andrés Atehortúa
MEANING ⎯⎯ Sebastián comes from the greek σεβάζω (sebázo) which means to honor or to revere. Some sources claim it to mean "the honored one".
Andrés also comes from the greek ανδρός (andrós), which means 'man'. It's often associated with virility and strength.
Atehortúa is a last name that comes from northern spain, brought to latinamerica in the 1600s. It means 'from the earth'.
aka ⎯⎯ 'Hierophant of the new flame' is the title he gives himself in the Order of Hermes. Most people call him Seb or Sebas for short.
one photo of your muse you like ⎯⎯
(I'm adding 2 because these are the 2 FCs I use)
three headcanons ⎯⎯
Bears are his favorite animal, and he has bear-themed everything. From notebooks to keychains. Even in his adult years, he is shameless when it comes to showing up for a meeting with coffee in his teddy bear mug.
As someone who grew up in Mexico, he is a lover of spicy food and the levels of hot sauce he can endure are off the charts. He has a small reputation in the Order for this very reason, and they joke that all the spicy food is the reason why he's so good with fire magic.
He suffers from anxiety, product of trauma and the impossible expectations he places on himself. Music helps him a little, and because of it he is trying to learn how to play the guitar.
three things your muse likes doing in their free time ⎯⎯
Reading. And not just novels. Sebas is the kind of nerd who reads history books for fun.
Dancing. While it's not something he does often, he is known to go clubbing with friends just to cut loose. He is particularly good at merengue and salsa.
Coffee with friends. What could be better than hanging out with his loved ones to share gossip, stories and disconnect from the world a little bit?
a phobia your muse has ⎯⎯
Failure. Nothing scares Sebastián more than the idea that he is going to fail in achieving his goals, that he will never live up to his own expectations. He's meant for greatness, he knows this, but what if he never is good enough?
one thing your muse regrets ⎯⎯
Not being able to save his mentor. The events of his teenage years scarred him deeply, especially the death of the man who taught him magic. If he had been strong enough, smart enough, maybe he could've saved him...
people your character likes / loves ⎯⎯
In his default state, Sebas' favorite person is his best friend, Sean Ravens. Another mage, although this one is a technomancer, who he met during his first semester in college.
From his interactions on tumblr, some of his favorite people are: Ian (from @voxvulgi), Galeb (from @thejadedking), Toby (from @soncfthewitch), Claudia (from @legaciestold) and Brennan (from @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks)
tagged by: @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks
tagging: everyone under the sun, especially the ones I just mentioned above. But special mention to @caracarnn
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What kind of love are you?
Love as a Force of Nature
Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending.
Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have.
Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.
Borrowed from: @corvidamned <3
Tagging: @honorhearted, @pagetreader (Peggy Shippen), @extasiie, @legaciestold (your choice), @bratprinced, @manufactoredxbyxdesign, @apphrodite & @annastrxng. (if you want).
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + reverse ” to reverse the prompts .)
@legaciestold said: downfall + reverse (from Liz)
"Liz!"
The sound of his own footsteps against stone rings far too loudly in John's ears as he erases the distance between he and Liz's collapsed form. He should have been more vehement in his insistence that she not use her powers too liberally ( even if fire is one of the few ways to fully finish off a troll, hardy creatures that they are ). There had been so many, and that last one had been so huge — the toll for destroying them all in one blast of flames must have slammed into her like a sledgehammer.
Upon crouching next to where Liz lay on her side, he carefully turns her onto her back. "Liz?" The rapidity of John's pulse refuses to abate as he brushes long, dark hair out of her face. Never has he seen this happen to her, and he wishes he knew what to do. What if there's something that could help, only he's unaware of whatever it might be? Dammit, dammit, dammit! John should have possessed the foresight to ask Hellboy or Abe before they parted ways, yet he hadn't.
Pressing his middle and index fingers against the side of Liz's neck, he feels a fluttering rhythm that offers at least some semblance of relief. "Wake up, Liz, if you can hear me. Wake up."
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Mina ( @legaciestold ) ▌sent 97 for a starter.
Vlad hadn't been able to resist positioning himself as a shadowy presence in Mina's slumbering mind the night prior, as she lay alone in bed while Harker traveled for a short time on business. To him, the illusive dreamscape he had created was one of dark beauty: mist curling through a garden, the full moon high overhead, the flourishing blood-red roses adorned with subtle thorns surrounding the bench of stone where she sat. Seated beside her with an arm wrapped around her waist, he grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger firmly, yet just short of causing pain — a stark contrast to the grazing of his lips along her jaw, her cheekbones, her neck. So vivid was it that he was himself no longer certain whether it was a repetition of a piece of a memory he was showing her, or a vision they had both grasped control of. When his mouth pressed against Mina's ear, Vlad murmured, "If my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, ' Oh darling, I wish you were here. ' And you are."
When she seeks him out the next morning at Carfax, he presents himself as thoroughly heedless of what had transpired in that tenebrous fantasy. "Miss Murray, I wasn't expecting you." Glancing up from the papers upon his desk, he rises to his feet to offer her a nod. "Please, sit. What is it that I can do for you?"
#( vlad vc: time to be a MENACE )#( song is vanilla twilight by owl city! )#╰ ––––––– ✧ VLAD DRACULA : ic ˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ VLAD DRACULA : the blood is the life ❨ dark universe ❩˙#legaciestold
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|| I wanted to send this on anon but anon is off so I guess you can know it's from me, lol. You're the bestest Lucy to ever Lucy! It's wild we've known each other for a decade! Have an awesome day!
mandee my oldest and boldest friend in the writing scene !!! you have no idea how much i needed something nice to happen last night and magically you were there sending this to me out of the blue. thank you ! i can't believe it's been that long either just ??? a decade is an impressive amount of time to do or be anything. i'm glad you're still around. ilysm !!
#thank you sm for real like wow ;' )#youre the best too!#| ★ ANSWERED ( ASKS )#| ★ GLITTER QUEEN POSITIVITY ( SAVED )#legaciestold
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@legaciestold said: a four-year-old claudia watches her uncle robert with curious eyes, hyper-focused. she's been left with him for the time being as her parents and grandparents were busy. then with no qualms she grabs a worm and eats it making a face. "that doesn't taste good."
Under the impression that Claudia is preoccupied with the flowers while they're out outside, Renfield decides not to waste the dying aphid on a nearby leaf ( they're awful pests as it is, always damaging the dahlias and asters blooming in the estate gardens ). Removing a small, carved box from his inner jacket pocket, he sets it on the ground beside him as he carefully scoops the insect into his palm.
It doesn't feel so long ago that collecting little lives in this manner filled him with dread. How different things are now.
However, when Renfield turns to drop the bug into his coffer, his blue widen until they resemble saucers as the little girl beside him promptly removes a worm and eats it. Before he can command her to spit it out, it's been swallowed and a verdict allotted on the flavor.
Oh, fuck.
"Well, no, they don't." Somehow, he manages to shove the aphid into the portable repository and fit the lid on without dropping it. "So, you shouldn't eat them. Ever. Alright?" Claudia will be perfectly fine regardless of her distasteful snack, yet Renfield can't help feeling rather panicky.
What a shit way to learn to never leave a box of bugs around a child.
Rising to his feet, he tucks it away again and offers her a hand. "But cookies will do, won't they? Let's go inside and make some. How about that?"
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