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TEAM ZRCN EPILOGUE (WISTERIA)

Turns out you can't keep this woman down.

Wisteria

The last thing Wisteria could clearly remember was falling.

She could remember charging Miho, forcing herself and the larger woman over the balcony in the Rossi's base, falling in one final grapple before the ground rushed up to meet them. Her memory grew hazy after that, spotty and weakened by the immense pain. Her vision was blurry, the world span, and her body felt as though it were on fire.

Wisteria had never thought much about death before that moment. However, as she lay there, it seemed like an inevitable fate for her. The allies she had came here with were unlikely to come and fuss over her and ensure she wasn’t dying, or if they even considered it, then it would surely be at the bottom of their list of priorities.

Her memories become patchier then, sight and sound distorting, the pain reaching a point where her body starts to feel numb to it. At some point she swears she feels her body being pulled, she swears she sees a hand gripping hers, a voice assuring her that they would get out of this. Wisteria thinks she tries to respond but her tongue is heavy in her mouth and the words don’t seem to form. Slowly but surely the world grows darker and darker until she is engulfed by darkness.

Wisteria does not expect to wake up again. And somehow she does.

When her eyes slowly blink awake, she is startled by the brightness of the room, and it takes a moment for her eyes to full adjust to the light again. When her vision becomes clearer, she looks around, taking note of the room and trying to determine where she was. She finds herself unable to look too far, the movement of her head partly constricted by the neck brace she is wearing, but as far as she can tell she is in a hospital room of sorts. 

It’s a very stark, austere room, coloured in mostly neutral tones save for the teal curtains and some sunflowers sitting at the bottom of her bed. 

Odd, she thinks, but her mind is too hazy to make much sense of it beyond that.

Hers is the only bed in the room, a medical bed with all the fixings but surprisingly comfy. She is not actually lying down but has been propped up in bed, an adjustor sits off to the side which would allow her to recline the bed if she so wished, but is unable to reach it due to the cumbersome sling on her left arm. 

The longer she is awake, unable to determine where she truly is, the more she starts to grow annoyed. Even the machines she’s hooked up to begin to annoy her, their beeps and whirs being of little comfort despite the fact they’ve likely been keeping her alive for goodness knows how long.

Wisteria is determined to get out of bed even though a small part of her begs her not to. Untucking the sheet, she finds one of her legs in a hefty cast but is not dissuaded from getting up. She decides she can just hobble around if needed until she finds the answers she is looking for.

The one thing that does give her pause is the growing aches and pains in her body. Now that she’s awake - or at least more alert - she is all the more aware of how much everything hurts.

She wishes she had something for the pain. Wishing that a doctor or nurse would walk through the doors, answer all her burning questions, and then give her medication for the pain. But nobody does, and she finds her annoyance growing at that. 

What sort of place is this that they don’t have somebody watching me constantly? I’m a criminal - shouldn’t I be cuffed to the bed in case I tried to run away as I am now?

Wisteria’s body seems to cry out in pain when she sits up properly, easing her legs to the edge of the bed. She squashes it down for now still determined to get up and get some answers. Her feet touch the floor first and she shivers at the cold sensation against her bare skin. Wisteria is surprised she’s able to stand upright with no trouble but takes it in stride. In hindsight, she should have grabbed something to support herself before she began to walk in earnest, but emboldened by her ability to stand up straight, she took a step forward only to find her legs bucking beneath her.

She hits the floor hard, unable to catch herself with only one free arm, and lies there splayed on her belly. Something has ripped out of her free hand, making it bleed and also making one of the machines wail in alarm.

“Too…loud,” Wisteria says groggily. She isn’t sure if the sudden grogginess is from the earlier aches and pains or if she had hit her head as she fell.

The door to her room opens and a man steps inside. Somebody else follows though she cannot discern if they are man or woman.

“...pulled out her IV line. I will have to reinsert it. Are you able to get her back onto the bed?”

“Am I…dead?” Wisteria asks, rolling on her side to try and look at the man who had entered. He looks familiar, but she cannot quite put her finger on it.

“I don’t think I can. The last time was a struggle back in -”

Wait. Wisteria blinked. She knew that voice. She moved her head, trying to look for the other figure in the room.

“...Sparrow? Did they…get you too?”

Sparrow looked down at her with an unreadable expression. The man moved past her and called out beyond the door, asking for assistance from another person within this place. Wisteria heard another pair of footsteps approach and turned to try and get in a comfortable position to look.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw who was stood in the doorway.

“How?” She echoes quietly, looking up at the figure.

He doesn’t answer but she does hear the other man present speak, informing the others that he needed to temporarily sedate her. Wisteria felt a prick in her side and her vision and thoughts started to grow hazy again. The last thing she sees before she blacks out is the face of Ulysses Crest staring down at her sympathetically.

“You’re dead…” Wisteria whispers, before her eyes snap shut.

***

Wisteria wakes up a few hours later and when she does, the man from earlier is standing nearby monitoring one of the machines. She hadn't recognised him fully before but now that she's slightly more alert she can absorb the features of his face. He's a tall, dark-skinned man, with neat dark brown hair, and deep azure blue eyes. His hair and stubble was flecked with grey 

"Oh good, you're awake," He says, turning to look at her. "How are you feeling?

He's older than the last time she'd seen him but the name comes easily now - Giles Crest—the father of the three Crest siblings.

In truth, Wisteria only knew him sparingly, having resided at the O.R.C.A.S with his wife for a few overlapping months when Wisteria had first arrived with Nieve many years ago. Eventually, he and his wife left to return to Atlas, able to escape during a time when Alden was more lucid. Leaving when they did they were able to avoid a potential intervention from Belleza at least, who hated anyone trying to leave the family unless she gave permission which she never did. Wisteria recalled that Giles and his wife had tried to take their children with them, but Ulysses and his sisters had been so ingrained in the group that leaving was not such an easy option for them. Ulysses was close with Wisteria and Nieve, Theodora had taken up a role as the defacto nurse and carer in place of her father, and Euphemia stayed to keep an eye on her younger siblings.

"I've felt better," Wisteria finally responded. "I still feel sore but it's not as bad as before."

"Well, that is to be expected, I did give you some additional pain relief," Giles explained. "Your injuries were quite severe so you should expect the pain to linger for a while. Do you know where you are?”

Wisteria frowned, looking around the room. “A hospital in Atlas I assume?”

“Well, it's a clinic actually, but close enough,” Gile responded in good humour. “You're in my clinic in Argus. Sparrow brought you here.”

“They did?” Wisteria blinked in surprise. Despite her shock, it did line up with some of her hazy memories of an escape. “How?”

“Sparrow told me it had to do with their semblance. In all the commotion that was going on nobody noticed the two of you slipping away on an airship,” Giles answered.

Wisteria had to admit she was impressed and perhaps a little unsettled too. She had known Sparrow’s semblance deflected any attention away from themself, but she would never have suspected it to have been that powerful they eluded a whole base full of people. It made her curious just how long it had been that powerful and why Belleza had never kept Sparrow in her group of allies. But then again, subtlety was never really Belleza's style. 

She continued to mull over this new information before asking another question.

"What's the damage, doc?" Wisteria asked. When he stared at her blankly, not quite understanding her question, she knew she needed to clarify. "My injuries. What are they? I assume they must have been bad due to, you know, the multiple casts on my body."

"Very severe indeed," Giles confirmed with a nod. "The most severe was your leg. You shattered your tibia - hence the cast on your leg - and needed surgery to correct it. You also fractured four ribs and your orbital bone. Your collarbone is broken too, which is why you are wearing a sling. Now that you're more alert though I'll swap it for a figure-of-eight brace. What else…oh yes, you sprained your right wrist but that should be fine now. There were also extensive cuts from the glass you fell through, one was very close to catching an artery in your neck."

Wisteria couldn't help but wince slightly as he listed off all her injuries. “Bit of a miracle I survived then.”

“If not for a bit of remaining aura when you fell, you most likely would be dead right now,” Giles confirmed. 

Wisteria frowned. She knew the fact she had survived and escaped had been a marvel but hearing it out loud was slightly more jarring than she expected. Giles did seem to pick up on it, his features softening in sympathy.

“I understand it's a lot to take in right now,” Giles said. 

“That's an understatement,” Wisteria mumbled.

“When the time comes, Capella is happy to sit and talk things through with you.”

Capella Crest - mother of the Crest siblings, and a noted psychiatric doctor in her own right. Wisteria couldn't help but roll her eyes. “Therapy, really?”

“Yes,” Giles responded flatly, a faint hint of annoyance in his tone, following Wisteria's dismissal of his suggestion of therapy. “You will need physical therapy for your leg alone. But speaking with my wife would do you no harm either. She seems to believe your mental health would benefit from it greatly.”

“I’m sure she would,” Wisteria grumbled. “Maybe she can talk me through how to deal with false grief.”

“Pardon?”

“You know, grief for someone who, as it turns out, had never really died in the first place.”

Giles looked away briefly, realising she was referring to Ulysses with that comment. “Ulysses has been wanting to speak with you but I advised him against it,” Giles explained, meeting her gaze again. “I told him you were not ready to process it.”

“Wise choice,” Wisteria said. “I’d advise you to tell him to continue to stay away. I have no desire to speak with him.”

***

Despite her wishes to have nothing to do with Ulysses, Wisteria found herself forced into spending a considerable amount of time with him, much to her great displeasure. 

Confined to her bed due to her leg, Wisteria had nowhere to escape to when he came to keep her company. Ulysses tried to engage her in conversations but Wisteria held firm, refusing to budge on her wish to not speak with him. At most, they only made small talk, with Ulysses doing most of the talking, and Wisteria grunting or moving her head in response.

Even when not in her bed she finds she cannot escape him. As her physical therapy begins and the arduous task of learning to walk again also begins, Ulysses offers himself to walk with her on occasion. The first few times she outwardly refused, deciding she’d rather wait for her actual therapy session to try walking, rather than walk with him. However, she began to feel slightly stir-crazy either confined to her bed or the room she had her therapy in, so eventually swallowed her pride and allowed him to walk with her. At the very least, he was a sturdy presence, keeping her upright if she stumbled or lost her footing.

In the days she could not abide his company, she had Sparrow to also walk with. Wisteria finds it hard to talk with them initially. They had never been close but Wisteria had always respected and tolerated their presence within the Rossi's group, which was something few else seemed to do. As they took more walks together, they found more to talk about. Sparrow was actually quite talkative when they wanted to be and was happy to answer any and all questions Wisteria had about the daring escape from the Rossi base. It's quite a fascinating story and one which Wisteria listens to with interest.

Alas, the budding friendship between her and Sparrow is cut short, when Sparrow lets slip about their involvement in Nieve's death. It comes out rather unexpectedly, so when Sparrow revealed that they had been responsible for sharing where Nieve had been hiding out, Wisteria was unsure how to process the news at first. When it does sink in, she is greeted by anger. An argument breaks out in the corridor and Giles has to intervene and tell them to step away lest they disturb any more of his patients.

Wisteria refuses to speak with Sparrow for days after that, even actively seeking out Ulysses to walk with rather than speak with Sparrow. Eventually, she calms down slightly, if only to tell Sparrow she needs to think things over in regard to where their friendship stood.

She manages to accept Sparrow's sincere apologies at least. Recognising that Sparrow had never intended for such an outcome to happen, nor had been aware of such a possibility. It spoke of a certain degree of naivety on Sparrow's behalf, but Wisteria could acknowledge that Sparrow’s lack of personal involvement with Belleza played into her belief that Belleza would not have killed Nieve.

It is on one of the days following the argument that Wisteria is unintentionally drawn into conversation with Ulysses. She is resting in the living room of the Crest's house which sat next door to their clinic. It's the only room of the house she is happy to go in, providing a welcome change of scenery from the clinic but also ensuring she didn't overstep into the lives of the Crests.

“Still giving Sparrow the silent treatment?” Ulysses asked, startling her out of the book she was reading.

Wisteria gave him a tired expression before shrugging.

Ulysses hovered nearby and though she was not looking at him, Wisteria could tell he was building up to speak with her again.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

“You're talking now,” Wisteria pointed out, idly turning a page.

“I meant together,” Ulysses said, taking a seat on the adjoining sofa next to her. “We can't keep avoiding each other, Wisteria.”

“Well, that's a you problem. As for myself, I’m perfectly happy to keep ignoring you.”

Ulysses groaned out loud. From the corner of her eye, she could see him pinch the bridge of his nose quickly before releasing it. “Look, I’m not saying we have to be friends again, I just want to explain what happened on Shizukana and how I got here.”

Wisteria closed her book with a satisfying snap. "Quite frankly, Ulysses, I don't want to hear it. I cannot understate how little of a shit I give about how you faked your death all these months.”

“Please just-”

“No!” Wisteria cut him off with a glare. “We mourned for you!”

Ulysses looked down at his knees solemnly. “I know…”

“You don't know anything, Ulysses,” Wisteria sneered. “You've been hiding away like a little coward all this time. You have no idea what we went through.”

“Do you recall those messages from Theodora to Nieve?” He suddenly asked.

Wisteria's anger falters ever so slightly, thrown by the mention of the conversations Nieve had secretly been having. “I - what!?”

“It was never Theodora she was speaking to,” Ulysses explained. He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. “It was me.”

Wisteria sucked in a breath and shook her head. “N-No!” She snapped. “I saw those messages! It clearly said Theodora!”

Ulysses gave her a bitter smile. “Do you have any idea how easy it is to clone someone's scroll if you have the right technology?” As he continued to speak, Wisteria remained quiet, the realisation of what he was saying slowly starting to sink in. “I cloned Theodora’s scroll. She knew, of course, as did Euphemia. It was necessary given the sensitive subject matter we needed to discuss.”

“What like your death?” Wisteria said sarcastically.

“That and other things,” Ulysses responded. Slowly, he got to his feet. “Stay here. It will be easier to explain if I show you.” He leaves the room quickly, shutting the door behind him before heading upstairs, the creak of the floorboards above her alerting her to roughly where he was.

Wisteria does as he requests but the entire time she waits she is of half a mind to run out of the house. If not for her still recovering leg she thinks she might have been able to get pretty far. She can hear footsteps coming down the stairs again and realises he is coming back. When he enters the living room again, she sits straight up, eager to see what he would be bringing with him. 

No amount of preparation would have prepared for what happened next.

Ulysses sat back down where he had before and in his arms was a child. They weren't very old, maybe a year or just under if she had to make an educated guess. Wisteria almost asked whose child it was, but seeing how Ulysses fussed over them, she already knew he must have had a connection to them.

“I’d like you to meet River Crest,” He said, turning the baby so that she was facing Wisteria. “She is mine and Nieve’s daughter.”

Wisteria's eyes merely widen and she looks hard at the child. A small part of her wants to laugh at how ludicrous this all sounds, but the longer she looks, the easier it is to see parts of Nieve looking back at her. Although her hair was a darker grey and her skin a touch darker than Nieve's was, Wisteria could see most of Nieve's colouring in the child. River's eyes were more of a pale periwinkle colour, a mix between Nieve's and Ulysses's eye colours. More interestingly, River's fingertips were slightly grey, much like how Nieve's were indicating to Wisteria that the girl was a spider faunus like her mother.

“How? How is this possible?” Wisteria asked, gesturing to River. She knew there were at least five months where she wasn’t present in Nieve’s life due to working closely with the Rossi’s and wanting to protect Nieve who had fled at that point, but surely if Nieve had been pregnant during that time she would have known about it or seen some sort of sign.

“River was born two months after the events on Shizukana,” Ulysses explained.

“Two months after Shizukana!?” Wisteria echoed, unable to believe what she was hearing. If she were able to, she might have jumped to her feet and started pacing around the room. Unfortunately, such a task was not as easy with her leg still in a cast. “No, you can’t be serious. Nieve would have been showing by then, I would have known!”

Ulysses gave her a sympathetic smile. “It’s not unheard of for some women to not know they are pregnant for some time. Nieve was one of those women.”

Wisteria still couldn’t believe any of what he was saying. Of course, some of it did make sense, but it still seemed unbelievable. 

“We would have told you.”

Wisteria looked up, narrowing her eyes. “Oh yes, I’m sure you would have eventually,” She said. “Tell me Ulysses when exactly when this was going to happen? When you came out of hiding? On the unlikely chance that I somehow managed to escape the Rossi’s on my own?”

“We were thinking of the baby too!” Ulysses protested. “Belleza could not know about her. We needed to keep her safe.”

“I could have helped!” Wisteria retorted, surprised to find just how upset she suddenly found herself. “I would have protected all three of you.”

“What, like you protected Nieve?” Ulysses fired back a little too quickly. He seemed to realise the error of his words quickly at least, blinking rapidly before shooting her an apologetic glance. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Wisteria ignored him and went for her crutches, quickly pulling herself to her feet. She tucked the crutches under her arms to help support herself and began to hobble towards the door.

“Wisteria please don’t go,” Ulysses begged, turning in his seat to follow her as she walked.

“Shut up!” She snapped quickly, speaking with a soft voice so as not to disturb River too much. “I’m done talking, Ulysses. I don't want to talk to you again whilst I’m here. As soon as I've recovered, I’m leaving and you will never see me again.”

Wisteria manages to get outside of the house without any further intervention from Ulysses. As soon as she's outside, she manages a few steps forward before she stops. She tries to keep it together but she can't. Tears stream down her cheeks and she sniffs. She won't stop the tears but that does not mean she wants anyone to see her, so as she begins to walk again, Wisteria makes an effort to keep her face hidden, not wanting anyone to stop her and ask if anything was wrong.

**

It takes eight months for Wisteria to finally feel something like herself again. Eight months of grueling physical and mental therapy. 

In that time, River had her first birthday, which turned out to be a quiet and simple affair. And in that time Wisteria did actually start to talk with both Sparrow and Ulysses. It took a few weeks, but Wisteria had finally swallowed her pride, realising her recovery time would pass quicker if she did not alienate them entirely and actually try to understand what they had both been through. The conversations weren't exactly long - especially those with Ulysses - but it was something at least.

Once she had been given the all clear, Giles and Capella were content to let her go on her way. They were kinda enough to help her out with some supplies for when she eventually set out, but luckily Wisteria had plenty of lien saved up that she wouldn't be struggling for a while. The only thing she was less certain about was where to go. Wisteria had had enough of Atlas for a lifetime, but it had been many years since she had experienced Mistral proper, especially the settlements beyond the main city. Wisteria would love to see Mistral again as an adult. She did not remember much of her childhood, with many memories trapped under years of abuse, but she did recall that she had been raised outside of the city. When she had been sent to live with her caretakers she moved to the lower city and then after her escape had roamed the streets. She often wondered where she truly came from.

On her soon-to-be journey through Mistral, she was not going to be alone. Sparrow had offered themselves to accompany her - for a little while at least - once Wisteria was more amenable to the idea. It had taken some time, and plenty of lengthy conversations, for them to even be on decent terms again. Strangely, Wisteria had found Sparrow's apologies to be easier to accept as they weren't constantly trying to rationalise it.

On the day Wisteria planned to leave, she enjoyed an early breakfast with the Crests and Sparrow, before gathering together her supplies. It wasn't much, as she had only come to this place with her scroll more or less, and what items she did have to take with her had accumulated during her time here. One of the more precious items were two polaroids - one from over a year ago with herself, Nieve, and Ulysses in it, and another of baby River. Wisteria hadn't wanted to accept the latter gift at first, still wary of getting close to the child, but she had secretly kept it.

After gathering most of her things together, Wisteria left a small bag at the bottom of the stairs. Midway through her recovery she had taken one of the remaining spare bedrooms in the Crest's house to complete her recuperation.

She was about to head back upstairs and go in search of Sparrow when she heard a little cough behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Ulysses standing there.

“Today's the day, hmm?”

“Today's the day,” Wisteria repeated in confirmation.

Ulysses briefly looked at her bag and then back up at her. “Are you leaving now?”

“I need to see if Sparrow is ready, but yes, we will be leaving soon,” Wisteria responded.

“I see,” Ulysses nodded. “Well, if you can spare the time, there was something I wished to speak to you about before you left.”

Wisteria raised a brow, curious about what he meant before shrugging. “I think I could spare a moment or two once I’ve found Sparrow. Did you need me to meet you somewhere in the house?”

“Oh no, we don't need to meet anywhere specific,” Ulysses assured her. “Just here is fine. I’ll wait for you.”

Wisteria nodded and then made her way up the stairs. She peeked inside the room Sparrow had been staying in but couldn't see them. Feeling a little emboldened, Wisteria opened the doors of some of the other rooms, peeking inside but still finding no luck.

“Sparrow…?” Wisteria called, genuinely curious where they might have been.

“I’m out here, Wisteria.” A voice called from within Sparrow's room. Wisteria pushed inside again, recalling there was a small balcony in that room as well as one in River’s room. Whilst the balcony in River's room looked down onto a small park beyond the house, the one in Sparrow's room looked out upon the south of the city and the expansive Thalassa Bay. The sea view might have been genuinely pleasant if not for the Atlesian military outpost sticking out like a sore thumb. At least there were nicer beaches tucked away to the immediate west of the town, which were probably much more appealing to spend time at.

“Are you re-Woah!” Wisteria was about to ask if Sparrow was ready to go, but was caught by surprise when Sparrow straightened up from leaning over the balustrade and she saw their hair. As long as she had known Sparrow, she had always known them to wear their hair in a long, elaborate plait down their back. Now, they had gone for a much shorter look, having quite literally chopped off their plait in favour of going for a messy pixie cut. And it was a recent choice too, as Sparrow had worn their hair in a plait at breakfast.

“Did you, uh, do that yourself?” Wisteria asked, gesturing to their hair.

Sparrow chuckled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “Yeah. Do you think it suits me?”

Wisteria inclined her head to get a better look. Despite the messiness, it did suit them. It exposed the old burn scars that crept up their neck and accentuated the sharp features of their face. It also drew the eye to the new single earring they wore - a small clear gem, dangling on a gold chain.

“It actually does,” Wisteria told them.

“Maybe I can cut yours for you too?” Sparrow suggested jokingly.

Wisteria smirked. “Actually, Sparrow, I think I might grow mine out.” Wisteria had always kept her hair fairly short, but it had grown a little during her recovery. Whilst she would consider neatening it up at some point, she actually did not mind the length.

“There's one other thing I'd like to change,” Sparrow said.

“Hmm?”

“I think I’d like to go back to being Ximenia again.”

Wisteria turned to look at Sparrow and raised a brow. Ximenia?

“That’s my name,” Sparrow responded. “Or it was before, you know, everything happened.”

“‘Ximenia’, huh?” Wisteria considered the name for a moment. “I always just assumed Sparrow was your actual name.”

“Just a nickname,” Ximenia confirmed. “It was Marcel’s fault. He used to say I was small and flighty like a little sparrow. After a while it just stuck, I guess, and we never saw the point to correct Belleza when we ended up working for the Rossis.”

“Well, I like it,” Wisteria smiled, giving Ximenia a nudge. “It suits you. Like the hair.”

Ximenia smiled, appearing truly grateful for the comment. “I’ve got to meet Ulysses downstairs,” Wisteria explained. “If you’re ready just meet me down there and we’ll go once he’s finished talking.”

“Okay,” Ximenia nodded. “That’ll give me a minute to get my things together.”

Leaving Ximenia on their own, Wisteria headed downstairs where Ulysses was still waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. She tried to look at his body language and gauge how he was feeling to try and determine what he wanted to speak about but had no such luck.

“You wanted to talk?” Wisteria prompted him once she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes,” Ulysses said. Wisteria was waiting for him to continue talking when suddenly he handed her a manila folder he had been holding behind his back.

“Oh,” Wisteria said, taking the folder gingerly. “Thank you?”

“Do you remember one of our first missions together, Wisteria?” Ulysses suddenly asked.

Wisteria looked at the folder and then at him again. “The job in Essen?” Wisteria could definitely remember that. Especially the part about nearly freezing in one of the barns, and drinking a bottle of Six Swans vodka between herself, Nieve, and Ulysses.

“Do you remember what you said in the barn?”

Wisteria shook her head. “Not really,” She admitted. “We did get pretty drunk.”

“If I remember rightly, you got pretty drunk,” Ulysses said, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. He cleared his throat quickly before continuing. “Well, I remember what you said at least, because it has stuck with me over the years. You mentioned wanting to know where you really came from - your parents, your extended family, if you had any real home so to speak.”

“But I looked!” Wisteria said. “I looked for Bloomes. There were none in Mistral that had a daughter my age.”

“Bloome is a fairly common surname as it turned out, so I am not surprised you had difficulty in finding any matches. However, the reason you likely struggled, was because your birth certificate wasn’t registered under any Mistrali settlements. You might have been raised in Mistral but you were born in Vacuo, Wisteria,” Ulysses explained. “With that in mind, I was able to do some backtracking and trace your parents to gather some more information on them.”

Ulysses stepped forward and opened the folder, showing a small page with two short biographies of a man and a woman. There were two photographs attached too. Even though the photographs were of academy aged students, Wisteria could see that they had details that matched up with the written biographies. More importantly, she could see they had features that matched up with her. She had the same green eyes as the man, and the same purple hair as the woman. Honestly, she could have gotten lost studying those faces, and might easily have done so if not for Ulysses bringing her back to reality.

“Lincoln Bloome and Daphne Holt,” He said.

“What?”

“That’s their names. Your parents,” He said, pointing at their names on the page. Wisteria followed is finger and nodded. Ulysses proceeded to shift uncomfortably on the spot. “Unfortunately, neither of them are no longer with us. Your father went missing in action and was suspected to have died, and your mother died only a few weeks later looking for him.”

Although Wisteria had always suspected that was the case, she felt a pang in her heart to know it was the truth. That they had not abandoned her as her former caretakers had often said but rather had died doing their jobs as huntsmen.

“There isn’t much on their times at their respective academies, especially your mother. You can blame Shade records for being notoriously spotty. However, it seems they lived good, honourable lives as huntsmen. I managed to find a few articles of interest though that you can find in the folder,” Ulysses explained. Wisteria was about to move the pages around to see when Ulysses stopped her. “Oh, there’s actually one more thing I found. It turns out you do have surviving family.”

Wisteria blinked in surprise. “I do? Why did they never come looking for me?”

“Well, to answer the second question, it seems like there was some effort on her behalf, but your former guardians made it difficult to find any leads. They claimed that you ran away and that they already had an investigation open to find you,” Ulysses responded. By the face he pulled afterwards, Wisteria wondered if he was thinking of the stories she had told him about them and the abuse she had suffered at their hands. Wisteria knew all too well there likely had never been an investigation on their end.

“Who is she?” Wisteria asked, wanting to know more about this mysterious relative Ulysses has mentioned.

“Arden Bloome - Lincoln’s mother. Your grandmother.”

A grandmother. Wisteria had a grandmother. Well, of course, she had grandparents, but she had never expected any to still be alive. 

“How did you find all this?” She asked.

“I might have done a little bit of hacking,” Ulysses confessed, with a nervous chuckle. “I promised I wouldn't after River was born but it was for a good cause so I made an exception.”

Suddenly, Wisteria threw herself at Ulysses, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. “Thank you,” She said softly, burying her head into his shoulder slightly so as to stifle her tears.

Ulysses's arms were held out awkwardly by his side for a few moments, caught off guard by the sudden embrace. Wisteria recalled neither him nor her had been much for physical affection and they certainly hadn't shared a hug for a very long time. 

Slowly, his arms wrap around her waist and he squeezes her tight. “You’re very welcome, Wisteria,” He said, pulling away from her with a small smile. “I hope this helps you get to where you need to be.”

Wisteria smiled and held the folder close to her chest. Behind her she could hear Ximenia about to come down the stairs and quickly took a breath in an effort to hide her tears. “I think it will,” Wisteria responded, genuinely meaning what she said.

With Ximenia coming downstairs, their own supplies in tow, it was finally time for the two of them to depart. Giles and Capella had already left to return to their respective jobs, so it only left Ulysses and Ximenia to share a goodbye. There was no hug as there had been with him and Wisteria, but they at least enjoyed a friendly handshake before they departed.

As the two of them stepped out onto the streets of Argus, Wisteria took in a breath of fresh air and smiled to herself. Wisteria could not and would forget her criminal past entirely but she was taking this as the chance to have a fresh start. After all these years, she could finally live the life she wanted to lead. And Wisteria was very much looking forward to that.

#team zrcn fic #wisteria bloome #sparrow #ulysses crest #giles crest #river crest

[pissylittlebirdboy]

they appear. Even if you don't see them at first it's quite obvious, as with them a strong sound of buzzing appears as well. They seem in a good mood, which probably isn't good seeing as they're holding one of Ulysses' feathers, freshly blinded.

Hello there.

he nearly jumps out of his skin his tail shoots open, it’s eyes darting around frantic. his back is turned to the demon. maybe it’s just another figment of his imagination?

he looked through one of the eyes on his tail.

fuck.

he turned around slowly, wincing as he did. his knee was still broken, after all, even though it hid under the baggy clothes he would’ve once scoffed at and allotted to be only for low class peasants. he forced himself to take a deep breath and smooth out his very much ruffled feathers. his main eyes, freshly with bags, assessed the situation. he finally caught sight of the feather.

his head crest flattened against his head as the unmistakable look of both a child who knew they’d done something and must now face consequence and, if one squinted, pure, A-grade terror.

f u c k.

he took another shaky big breath and tried to scrape together some semblance of composure.

…hey.

//kfp2 reference omg!!!!!!

#theprinceulysses #prince ulysses #the adventures of maai #theprincespeaks #u.f.d. #ulysses #good omens rp #crownedcorrespondance #the fly claw deal

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Chapter 1 - "Storm"

Masterlist

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 2.8K Chapters: 1/5 Rating: Explicit (soon!)

Summary: You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

Warnings: Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries (will be updated as I go along)

A/N: Well, here we go! My first foray into fanfiction writing in something like 18 years? What can I say, Andy Serkis has an inspirational way about him, it seems.

In my mind this is set somewhere between "Avengers" and "Age of Ultron". I wanted to give myself somewhere to go, since I do kind of have plans beyond this! I'm not sure yet if I'll end up extending this work, or start a new one (in a same universe/established relationship kind of deal), but we'll see!

Also I apologize for any weird tense shifting, this started out as something else then evolved to being a reader-insert fic (which kind of unlocked it for me, actually).

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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Blood-shot, your eyes drop And the skin's all wearing thin There's no one here to tell you ‘Bout the depth of the water Or the trouble that you're in

You're standing on the edge of a precipice.

You can’t see what’s below but you know that it’s a sheer drop with an inhospitable field of boulders lining the river at the bottom. Your heart is pounding hard but steady under your rib cage and if you look down at yourself you can see the tremor of each beat as it ripples through your bones and muscles. In contrast your head feels bright and weightless with anticipation.

You nudge your feet forward until the tips of your shoes are hanging over the edge of the platform that you’re standing on. A gust of wind tests your balance and your stomach lurches as you wobble slightly, but you take a steadying breath and brace your core, keeping yourself rigid from shoulders to ankles Taking one final breath all the way to the top of your lungs you allow your body to tip forward and the moment that gravity finally takes hold of you a helpless, giddy cry releases from your chest as you plummet towards the roaring river below.

No one you’ve ever met would choose to describe you as particularly risk averse, finding yourself more often drawn towards the source of the adrenaline than repelled by it.

You’ve mountain climbed in Yosemite, bungee jumped in New Zealand, and once rode the Ride of Steel "hypercoaster" twenty times in a row on a bet. Your date had been startled by how quickly you took him up on it and insisted that he was joking, the "joke" of course being that you wouldn't be able to handle it. You happily got in the front car and proceeded to laugh gleefully every single time you crested that first 68° degree drop that seemed to point directly at the ground. 

Unfortunately your date evidently got bored and decided to peace out halfway through what he had started. After reading his text you laughed even harder than when you were on the coaster, promptly blocked him, and went to find yourself a funnel cake. The next day all of your joints ached and you felt curiously hungover, but you also felt like you had a clear head for the first time in weeks.

You're not naive, though, you understand that taking risks can get you hurt. You received a permanent reminder of this fact when you ended a paragliding trip to the Finger Lakes in New York State with a compound fracture of your humerus. The ride had been almost perfect but as you were coming in to land a rogue gust of wind lifted and then pushed you awkwardly sideways. The sudden shift in momentum and resulting collapse of one side of your glider caused you to slam left arm-first into the ground which, you noted with a detached annoyance, was just as hard as when you had left it.

Fighting off shock you walked a mile to the nearest house, and after the startled couple had calmed down from the bloody sight of you standing on their porch they brought you inside and called an ambulance. They gently stabilized your arm with a scarf while making sure to keep your feet elevated, and didn’t stop asking you questions to keep you talking until help arrived.

You still send Homer and Daisy postcards at least once a year.

Two surgeries, two metal plates, eleven screws and twelve weeks later your cast was off and your cabin fever had you on a plane to Munich because it was October, and why not?.

You’ve traveled solo for most of your adult life. It’s just easier: you don’t have to explain yourself, or wait around for other people to make up their minds regarding plans (or try to change them completely). If you’re able to coordinate with someone you will, but rarely go out of your way to do so.

You spent a week trekking across the moors of the Scottish Highlands (to this day you will attest that the shitty tavern beer you drank when you returned to civilization was the best thing you’ve ever tasted) and visited Cairo which, even before the Arab Spring, was not the safest place for a solo female traveler - as you were cheerfully reminded by just about every shopkeeper and cab driver you encountered. You were regularly offered some sort of local sweets during these interactions, though, so you learned not to mind it too much.

There’s just something that thrills you about figuring out a new place. About setting yourself as a Minotaur at the center of a labyrinth and then figuring out where you needed to go and how to get there, wandering around corners and finding disused pathways, pressing at the edges of a city to find where the pieces came together.

Then, when things got really weird and aliens invaded Earth in the Battle of New York and Superheroes became a very real thing, you lost your mind with the rest of the world for a little while. But as always seemed to happen life quickly picked up the strange new pieces and moved forward. You incorporated the new information into your reality, listened to people complain about how it was just the next thing to be pummelled into your brains during the 24 hour news cycle (Tony Stark certainly seemed to enjoy this), and continued on living because you just..did.

You find work when and where you need to; travel and adrenaline seeking aren’t free, after all.

You started learning to weld in a high school shop class after taking it as an elective and it turned out that it was actually very relaxing for you, almost meditative. You took to the craft quickly, learning that metallurgy was its own art form that was both challenging and rewarding. You find a rare calm in watching the molten puddle form, smelling the Flux burning, the elements of the Earth being reshaped under your hands, and then the ache of accomplishment in your muscles after a long day.

And, honestly, you’d be hard pressed to deny that it also kind of just tickled that part of your primordial lizard brain that got excited at “Fire! Pretty!”

The cutting, prepping and moving materials around doesn’t bother you either, it helps to keep you strong and sure of yourself. The men and occasionally other women that you work with quickly learn that you have zero issues getting your shit done, and so tend to leave you alone.

Your trade gives you the freedom to move around and do what you want since you can find work pretty easily just about anywhere. Of course there will always be those stubborn bastards who staunchly refuse to hire a woman out of some weak sense of tradition, but these days it’s not as much of a fight to get hired as it was back when you were first starting out. It also helps that now most of the holdouts can be convinced simply by making an incredulous face and asking, “Really? Aliens and Gods are real, but a woman welding is just too bananas for you to handle?”

That usually does the trick. Thanks aliens! You really did a sister a solid on that one.

Your work and your wanderlust mean that you rarely stay in one place for very long. You work hard and enough to support yourself and to save up for whatever port calls you next, but as much as you enjoy traveling and learning the world you’ve never felt particularly connected to one place, or person. Outside of the occasional one night stand any relationships you’ve had have been short lived. Not necessarily because the sex was boring (in fact occasionally it could be pretty great) but eventually they would just get tired of a woman who didn’t want to settle down and wasn’t interested in taking care of them.

You might last a few months in any given place - sometimes it’s as short as a couple of weeks - before you’re pulling up the stakes again in search of a new maze. No matter where you are you know that you'll inevitably start to get antsy, like a cat who was becoming unnerved, back twitching furtively in anticipation of something you can’t quite sense the edges of.

It’s on a hot night night in July during one of these periods of in between that you find yourself in a small bar in Utrecht, about thirty minutes outside of Amsterdam.

The walls are decorated with green and white striped wallpaper and an entertainingly prolific number of brass fixtures and ornately kitschy framed art, all bordered by wooden wainscoting painted dark brown. There is a massively thick, ancient dark wood bar top and mismatched tables, surfaces all gouged and scratched, water stains seeping through the decades of lacquer that looks to be at least half an inch thick.

It’s been mind-warpingly humid for the past three days, uncharacteristic for somewhere so close to the North Sea, and the entire city feels on edge. Even now in the evening's waning hours the air is thick and syrupy, the promise of a thunderstorm hanging teasingly in the heavy air.

You’ve positioned yourself in a corner that puts you in the path of a fan plugged in next to the bar, soaking in the relieving sweep of air every time its oscillating breeze passes over you. It’s nearing closing time and you’re nursing a glass of genever, your fingers absently play through the condensation on the surface while you debate giving the very tall and sweet looking local who's been glancing your way for the last hour, a shot at convincing you to let him take you back to your hotel.

The front door opens from the street letting in a gust of air that feels surprisingly cool, you perk up a little and hope that it's a herald of the summer storm the city’s been waiting for. You’re about to down the last swallow of your drink when you glance up at the man that just entered, flanked by two enforcer-looking buddies.

Ice rattles as the glass pauses on its way to your lips, your attention immediately drawn to them. Or rather, to him.

Dark haired and broad shouldered he’s the shortest of the three and yet seems to take up the most space. He’s wearing dark green slacks and heavy boots with a tan fatigue shirt, the top two buttons unfastened to reveal part of a large tattoo across his chest and collar bones. When he turns his head you see more tattoos arcing across his neck and skull under short clipped hair before trailing down beneath his shirt collar. 

You set your glass back down, entirely missing the coaster, and unconsciously lick your lips.

It's well past last call but you watch as the dark haired man orders a whiskey anyway. The bartender tiredly starts to let him know that it’s too late, but when he finally looks up and properly takes in the three men in front of him he seems to make a quick mid-flight recalculation. A beleaguered expression shifts to an accommodating if distinctly nervous smile before pulling a bottle off of a high shelf to pour the drink.

You can’t clock if the bartender knows the man or if he simply picked up on the same energy that you had, quickly realizing that this was the kind of person that it was risky to say no to.

The local and his friends had suddenly decided to call it a night, so now it’s only you and a couple of barflies left. You can hear the three men talking but can only make out snippets - something about a “new compound” and then, most interestingly “TIG welders”.

You slowly spin your glass in its little puddle of condensation on the table, the spark of an idea coalescing into half of a plan. You convince yourself that it’s because you're looking for a new direction anyway, that this is just serendipitous timing and you should take advantage of it, that it’s got absolutely nothing to do with the way your eyes keep being drawn to the tattooed man at the bar.

You finish your drink and stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans, then gather your things and start walking towards the door. You pass the bar on your way to the exit but then, making it seem like an afterthought, you briefly pause and then double back to get the man’s attention.

“Hi, sorry to bother you-”

He turns to look at you and your words stop short behind your teeth, your stomach doing a loop the instant that his eyes focus on you.

“Um, sorry,” you stammer, caught off guard, but shake your head clear and push forward. “I don’t know if this is relevant at all but.. I’m looking for work. I’m a welder! I mean. Specifically that kind of work.”

Wow, this is going great, you think and internally roll your eyes at yourself.

He looks at you with a bemused expression, but there’s also a “get to the point” sharpness in his eyes.

”I can do TIG, MIG, stick welding..” you trail off, still waiting for him to say something. “So, uh,” you beg yourself to finish an actual sentence, ‘if you’re looking for people, I’m available.”

When he finally speaks his words are low and measured.

“You were eavesdropping.” It wasn’t a question.

You flush at the admonition and are immediately annoyed that you flush, but quickly recover to defend yourself.

“Well, I wouldn’t say you were making it particularly difficult, what with the whole” - you gesture broadly at the bar around you - “having a conversation in a public place and all.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles and takes a sip of his whisky. His accented words are clipped, not entirely out of place in the Netherlands, but still not local. South African, maybe? At his laugh you release some of the tension that's knotted itself between your shoulder blades, though it’s replaced by something else when you notice the glisten of liquor on his lower lip.

His hair is curly and up close you can see the salt and pepper threading its ways through. His eyes refocus on you as he puts his glass down and even in the bar light you can see that they shine blue.

“Hmmm,” he seems to consider, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “I might be able to use you”. You try to keep your expression neutral at that because you're flushing again, finding yourself glad for the low light. “But", he continues, "you should know that I don’t work in, let’s say, traditional fields.”. He picks up his drink again and waits for you to react.

Interesting. “What, like, requires an NDA kind of non-traditional?”

He watches your face closely, his attentiveness making you simultaneously want to curl into yourself and stand up straighter. He smiles slowly, the lines around his eyes deepening. “Something like that.” 

“Well, I’m always looking to get new experience, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and I work hard.” He glances at your left arm while you speak, and you see his eyes fall on the thick vertical scar between your shoulder and elbow. Most people can’t help but look but then will quickly avert their eyes. This man’s eyes linger, appraising, and he seems to take his time trailing his gaze up along your shoulder, your neck, and finally back to meet your eyes.

You feel warm and - you’re not quite sure the right word - perceived, maybe. Exposed. A voice in the back of your mind is whispering that this man knows how to get what he wants, and you should be very, very careful.

“David”, he says, not breaking eye contact with you as he gets one of the other men's attention. “Give her the contact details for Romania”, he then stops and looks at you inquisitively, prompting, “Miss..?”

You pick up the queue and give him your name, instinctively extending your hand to shake. After a pause he reaches out his own and wraps his fingers around yours.

“Klaue”, he replies.

And now you’re aware of how small your hand feels in his.

Danger, Will Robinson.

And you think that maybe his hand grasps yours a little longer than necessary before releasing you.

Ok, but seriously: DANGER.

Your instincts are now very insistently yelling that you should turn back - find safe quarters, dry land, high ground. Just say thanks but no thanks and figure something else out, you always do, it'll be fine.

Unfortunately your brain ignores these pleas and the adrenaline flooding your system, as has historically been the case, makes you helpless to do anything but continue on towards the beckoning unknown.

You're standing on the edge of a precipice.

Thank you for reading, and bear with me as I set this up! I should have chapter two up this weekend, and after that it's a bit up in the air but I'm hoping to get a new chapter done every two weeks or so until this one is finished.

Anyway, I'm going to go lie face down on the ground for a bit while I process that I actually did this.

#fanfiction #ulysses klaue #ulysses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue x you #mcu #mcu fanfiction #bringin' home the rain fic

[ulyflynn]

Full Name: Ulysses Flynn.

Nicknames: Uly, Flynn.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Age: 26 + August 17th.

Birth place: Aurora Bay.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life / in prison for 2 years from 23-25 / back in town 11 months (as of August 2023).

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Ocean Crest Apartments.

Occupation: Bartender at Oasis Nightclub.

Family: Samuel "Switchblade" Flynn (father), Louise (estranged mother).

tw for abandonment, violence, assault, injury, prison. // @aurorabayaesthetic

BIO:

switchblade found out about ulysses when he found a screaming two week old on his door step with nothing more than a note that said ‘he’s yours’ tucked into a blue blanket with the name ulysses stitched on it. 

he thought it was a stupid fucking name, which is exactly why he never bothered to change it.

despite keeping him and raising him to the best of his ability, ulysses father wasn’t the most equipped to be a single father. if not for the members of the biker club his father had been in, uly's certain he wouldn't have made it to adulthood.

the life lessons he learned from a young age were violence and how not to get caught. he considers himself a pro at both. 

he’s never had much ambition beyond wanting to get easy money, and tried to drop out/get himself kicked out of school from age 12 onwards. his father forced him to stay and insisted he finish high school and ulysses made that everyone else’s problem from faculty to his peers. 

he managed to make it to graduation, but once he was handed his diploma his main focus was how he could get quick cash with the least amount of effort.

at 20, his father went on a bender and never came back. he hasn't heard from him since, but every now and then he checks his old trailer for any signs of life.

had a crush on a girl called edith teller ever since he was first able to decipher what a crush was. 

eventually, he managed to convince her to give him a real chance despite their differing views on his penchant for lawbreaking.

what followed was the most at peace he’s ever been in his life between that and working the odd jobs he did. he felt like he had figured out what life’s supposed to feel like, until he fucked it up. 

after edie was followed and harassed by a man who wouldn't take a hint after her shift end one night, uly took it upon himself to make sure that didn’t happen again. 

the following night, the man was found with a cracked skull and lost of vision in his right eye due to a vicious crowbar attack. be it adrenaline or plain stupidity, uly got himself caught when a very clear image of him on a CCTV camera in the parking lot got made him the only person of interest in the attack immediately after it.

due to this, jail time for aggravated assault was inevitable and he was eventually sentenced to two years in prison. 

he was paroled 6 months ago and is now adjusting to life as a free man and is trying -- and often times failing -- to stay out of trouble. 

PERSONALITY.

+ witty, driven, loyal, fearless.

- hotheaded, confrontational, obsessive, vengeful. 

BONUS ROUND.

uly’s birthchart.

he still has the note that his birth mother left when she abandoned him to remind him that blood doesn’t equal family. 

not a fan of cars, can be seen cruising around town on his motorbike.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

cousin of @gcldengrime and @liamburkes (muse no longer in game but still canon)

found family / inherited @phoebekeller

former roomies with @rinaxcicero (muse no longer in game but still canon)

current roomie of @colexwalters

one half of an idiot sandwich with @heyits-asher

friend of @thewrenxharlow

former situational roomie of @thegillyxliang

ex boyfriend of @pearlwestbrook (muse no longer in game but still canon)

ex-boyfriend of @edietello

co-worker of @lorelailewis

employee of @borawinters

cousin of @jordanmitchell

(recently discovered) half brother of @vanessagable

ex boyfriend from high school of @helenasoarcs

former friend / almost had a threesome in high school with @fionaosmvn (muse no longer in game but still canon)

neighbour / crush of @gcldrushed

past fwb of @noralevin

friend of @solaadisa

fwb (minus the friends part) of @madiiscn

pseudo-fam of / will break legs for @marsmoran

almost had his bike totalled by @chelsabel / she became his temp chauffeur / current found family vibe of sorts

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

a roommate probs, why are all my muses unable to live on their own financially JSHGSHJ we'll never know!!

a best friend, the legit kind that he can tell everything to

post prison fling. it's probs a whole mess

co-workers at oasis night clerb!!!

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

best friend / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / a mentor / fellow club members / older club members he admires / friends / drunk friends / prison pen pals / new friends / co-workers from past odd jobs / former co-workers.

romantic.

flirtationship / friends with benefits / tinder matches / high school exes / unrequited crush (can be either way) / experimented with their sexuality together (he’s bisexual). 

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / fell for the same person & fell out of touch / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / former co-workers / people he’s fucked over in the past or has fucked him over. 

#aurorabay.intro #intro.

[deepseawarlock]

What are your thoughts on sea foam?

"My heart drops each time, because I think about the tragedy that causes them."

"A bittersweet sight for one who has roamed the vast expanses of the sea. It stirs memories within me, memories of beauty and tragedy entwined."

He continued, his words flowing like the ebb and flow of the tides. "Sea foam, in its delicate whiteness, reminds me of the ethereal grace of mermaids, those enchanting creatures that dwell beneath the waves. Their shimmering tails and voices that resonate like distant melodies have captivated sailors throughout the ages."

Ulysses' expression turned sorrowful as he delved deeper into his recollections. "But sea foam also carries whispers of sorrow, for it is in those frothy crests that mermaids, weary from their endless journeys, find their final rest. It is an important reminder of the ephemeral nature of life and the mysteries that lie beneath the surface."

#ulysses; replies

[thenamesblurrito]

Ahshdbdbdjd I must know what each of those 5 emblems represent.

i'm assuming you mean the ones on Stone's colony profile here? it's the heraldry of each Aventuri city-state! Stone did a good job of boiling down the iconography. i made some "flags" for them bc i like quick and dirty vexillology, and it also helps me establish some visual cultural touchstones like colors and symbols real quick. each of them are roughly modeled after their Titan in some way, which will make more sense when i draw and post them lol

the Ulyssean flag is a mashup of a ship, an iceberg, a whale, and a rocket, very nautical themed for the mostly ocean city-state. i didn't want an explicit whale/fish shape because this isn't meant to be merformer central, but the concept is there. it's also got a dark background, since most of Ulysses is on the shadelocked side of the planet

the Temperic flag is actually pretty abstract. it's a rocket, an explosion, a firing cannon, an icebreaker, and a collection of ore and mineral. the three sharp lines come from the three tripod legs Adamant has, and the steely grey, blue, and black represent the Temperic industrial drive. it's also diagonally symmetrical instead of vertically, being more dynamic and weighted that way

the Valian flag is the closest to "real" heraldry, with a vaguely tapestry look, a pseudo shield backdrop, crossed weapons, and a shape suggesting a knight's helm. it's also kind of meant to look like a classic playing card. the dark red and pink are a little rich and noble but also grim and violent, and the blank visor of the knight's helm can be as determined or as bloodthirsty as you think it is

the Divinexi flag is pretty abstract too. it's bright, sharp, and gilded, fitting for a culture that holds itself to high standards. it's sort of a winged crest, sort of a Statue of Liberty style crown, sort of a halo of sunlight, sort of a rising tower. Triumpha has that kind of crown helm like IDW Tyrest, so it fits well

the Spectral flag is an outlier here, it's not symmetrical at all. it's more faded and mostly grey than the other flags, with lantern and chain iconography, representing more what Fairwell holds than their physical features. it's meant to look sort of like a foggy night or a half-remembered dream, a quiet light in the misty twilight. considering this city-state is the one right smack dab in the middle of the sunlocked side of the planet, this is rather ironic

#aventuras #tfoc #transformers fan colony #tbh one of the first things i do when worldbuilding and i feel like it fits is whip up some basic flags/pseudo heraldry #didnt do it for snap cybertron bc i dont think thats culturally a thing there! but for this? yeah sure

[aurorabayrpg]

On Friday night Ocean Crest Apartments caught fire, having started in a vacant apartment on the 10th floor. What was originally thought to have been an accident though was quickly discovered to be an act of arson.

Ten minutes after the fire in Ocean Crest began, town hall was raided and set on fire from within. Aurora Bay's mayor, Raymond Ellis, was found tied to a chair. He was rushed to the Emergency Medical Center but due to his severe burns and smoke inhalation, he did not survive.

It is evident that there were multiple people involved in this, though no one has been found guilty at this time.

Detective Diego Martinez is leading the investigation, so there is no doubt in anyone's mind that there will be an end to this soon.

Sadly, though, not everyone made it out of the Ocean Crest. The apartment fire took the lives of three residents from extensive burn injuries and smoke inhalation, and the town hall's fire took the lives of two.

While Ocean Crest is still standing, there is quite a lot of damage done to the interior. The fire damaged most of the top floors rather than those below, but those who live in Ocean Crest must find places to stay during renovations, which will take approximately one month. Thankfully since school is out for the summer, the shelters will stay in place in the gymnasiums in our Elementary and High School, and the Seascape Hotel will offer discounted rates for those affected by the fire. Just like we did during the storm our town saw a few months ago, we will take care of our residents to the absolute best of our ability.

Ocean Crest Deaths:

Darren Winters (NPC)

Tina Delores (NPC)

Adrian Hollyn (NPC)

Town Hall Deaths:

Mayor Raymond Ellis (NPC)

Secretary Karen Michaels (NPC)

Those injured:

Celeste Zhao (Natasha Liu Bordizzo) - smoke inhalation

Connor Rose (Andrew Garfield) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding) - smoke inhalation

Jude Bordelon (Charlie Hunnam) - smoke inhalation, burns on arm and chest

Lucas Donovan (Tom Holland) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Wes Evans (Timothee Chalamet) - Smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Suspects:

Blake Dixon (Hailee Steinfeld)

Darcy Anthony (Zendaya Coleman)

Evie Watson (Maya Hawke)

Imani Lihn (Karrueche Tran)

Jackson Ellis (Alex Fitzalan)

Jameson Cassidy (Joseph Quinn)

Ulysses Flynn (Jacob Elordi)

Head Detective on the case:

Diego Martinez (Oscar Isaac)

Firefighters that helped:

Cristian Valdes (Pedro Pascal)

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding)

Raleigh Reese (Sophia Bush)

A statement from our Head Detective will be given within the next few days.

OOC Info below the cut:

While it is now known that the Mayor was stealing money from the town, the fact that the fires are linked to that is still speculation at this time.

People will have heard about masked figures that were spotted fleeing the scenes of both crimes that night, so there will definitely be talk of that.

The suspects are listed above, so feel free to have characters completely believe they are guilty or totally innocent. (but of course, none of the suspects above are guilty, as the culprits are both NPCs, but it just adds to the drama!)

What people will start to realize is that the descriptions of the masked figures seen leaving the scenes will not match the descriptions of any of the names listed above, so with that, along with other evidence that will come out slowly, the suspects above will be ruled out.

We've asked the mun of Diego Martinez if they would like to write a statement for him to share, so that will be posted along with more information about the event as the mystery starts to unfold!

If you have police officers or firefighters who would like to make statements, please message the main and we can plot it out!

As stated above, those who are living in Ocean Crest will need to find places to stay until renovations are done. Feel free to plot out temporary-roommates or anything like that! anyone without a person to stay with can stay in either of the school gyms, or can rent out a room at the hotel or b&b

So! The mystery has yet to be sovled! We wanted to give time for characters to speculate about what is going on and who is behind it! We love the IC drama and there's just so much that can happen with this!

Admin notes will come out every few days with more information on what has happened and what's going on. We'll also keep our muns who have characters heavily involved in the case in the loop!

As always, after the first three open starters are posted, please reply to at least two before posting your own!

You may continue threads from the event, but please tag them aurorabay.fire

#aurorabay.adminnote #aurorabay.fire #aurorabay.event

[somnisongs]

★ — ALLE ZIVILISATION IN ASCHE !

KARS [JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE] PLAYLIST !

genres — darkwave, ethereal wave, gothic rock, etc . .

admin notes — i have yet to complete the series, but kars has become a character that i've grown extremely fond of, and i plan to create many more jojo playlists as i progress through the series !! currently finishing up part 3 .. please do not expect future playlists to be consistently of this length, i just believe i synchronize very well with him !

★ — ★

1. Alle in Asche — Mephisto Walz

2. One by One — Bloody Dead and Sexy

3. Surreal Catharsis — Tragic Black

4. Ulysses — Dead Can Dance

5. Nothing Else Matters — Metallica

6. Demon — London After Midnight

7. Just a Lifetime — The Legendary Pink Dots

8. Witching Hour — In This Moment

9. Drop dead — Diary of Dreams

10. Black Planet — Sisters of Mercy

11. Sonne — Rammstein

12. Strength of Strings — This Mortal Coil

13. Shattered in Aspect — Faith and the Muse

14. The Cursed — Sonsombre

15. Fight Like Gods — Chelsea Wolfe

16. Dusk is Like a Dagger — The Frozen Autumn

17. 12 Black Rainbows — Type O Negative

18. Forever Came Today — Shadow Project

19. Painted Black — Mephisto Walz

20. Million Years — Nico Vega

21. I the Sun — Lights On

22. To Die Among Strangers — Rome

23. You Are the Beginning — The Family Crest

24. Horror Holiday — Nosferatu

SPOTIFY. YOUTUBE.

#kars #kars jojo #kars jjba #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #battle tendency #jojo pt 2 #music recommendation #music #playlist #gothic rock #ethereal wave #darkwave

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Antique French Tile Ulysse Blois E Balon C1900 Heraldic Crest Tile ebay thetreasurehuntershouse2

#french #swan #bird #crown #arrow

[sholangagaga]

New Attraction for the Mega Pizzaplex

I've been working on this idea all day and will definitely draw it eventually, but all of the details will be after the cut!

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Attraction Name: Watering Hole Jazz Lounge

Attraction details:

The Watering Hole Lounge is a two story cafe/mini theme park that is entirely prehistoric/dinosaur themed. There is prehistoric fauna everywhere, small Animatronic dinosaurs are scattered about and are able to be interacted with, and all human staff are dressed as paleontologists and staff bots wear different dinosaur accessories.

Floor 1

This floor holds the Center Stage, Dining Area, Kitchen, and Bar. All shows are performed on this floor and food can be ordered here. The bar serves both alcoholic and virgin drinks.

Floor 2

This floor holds the Rampaging Rapids Ride, Jurassic Jambore Ride, and arcade area. The Rampaging Rapids is a river ride that circles around a median decorated like a prehistoric forest. There are animatronic dinosaurs here that will occasionally splash any rafts that pass by. The Jurassic Jambore Ride is a Pteranodon themed amusement ride consisting of a stationary horizontal gondola with a 360 degree swinging pendulum. The arcade cabinets are all dinosaur themed as well.

Synthetic Inhabitants

There are three synthetics who reside within the Watering Hole Lounge. Their band is called the Raptor Pack, and they are dinosaur themed synthetics with Glamrock/Jazz aesthetic.

Name: Victoria

Species: Synthetic Velociraptor

Set: Glamrock

Occupation: Lead Vocalist/Server

Victoria is a female coded synthetic with Velociraptor appendages. She has tanned skin, black hair with blue streaks, red eyes, and looks to be of Asian descent, specifically Chinese. She is the leader of the Pack, and is the lead vocalist of their band. She sings with a smooth, husky voice, but is capable of a wide range of vocalizations.

She has a long, thin tail with feathers on the end, sickle shaped claws, and sports a crest of feathers on her head.

Name: Ulysses

Species: Synthetic Utahraptor

Set: Glamrock

Occupation: Saxophone player/Server

Ulysses is a male coded synthetic with Utahraptor appendages. He has dark skin, black hair with green streaks, and blue eyes. He plays saxophone for the band, but is also capable of playing piano. He has a honeyed singing voice, and he prefers to sing slow songs.

Ulysses is the tallest of the Pack, and is built large as well. He has a large tall with feathers on the end, sickle shaped claws, and feathers along his arms, resembling wings.

Name: Dallas

Species: Synthetic Deinonychus

Set: Glamrock

Occupation: Bassist/Background Vocalist/Server

Dallas is a neutral coded synthetic with Deinonychus appendages. They have pale skin, long black hair with red streaks, and green eyes. They play bass for the Pack, but also provides background vocals for Victoria. They have a soft and "fluffy" singing voice, which allows them to better compliment the other bandmembers

Dallas is the smallest of the Pack, and can pass for either gender. They have a stunted, thin tail with feathers on the end, sickle claws, and feathers all along their shoulders.

#i still havent even drawn hrmn.1 #ugh i have so much to do #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au

[sustraiii]

Was fortunate to get not one but two commissions from @sthefbooh again recently! This time I had the “gone but not forgotten” members of team BUN, and one of Edelweiss who hasn’t been seen on here for a while!!

#nieve #ulysses crest #edelweiss bloome

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Family comes first.

Setduring 05x06 “Better To Marry Than Burn”

 Icould have lingered there in the stables - holding Claire’s hand, kissing thebruises on her neck - all night. But my wife finally sat up straight againstthe side of the stall, and heaved a great sigh.

 “I’dlike to go back to the house, if that’s all right with you.”

 Ibrought her hand to my lips and kissed her silver ring, yet again. “It is.Shall I help ye up, Grannie?”

 Shesnorted. “If you’re nice about it, I just may let you help me take off mystockings.”

 Intwo seconds I was on my feet, and extended my hands to hers. She gripped them,and carefully I helped her rise, stealing a kiss along the way.

 “Don’tforget your coat,” she chided, bending over to pick it up and drape it over onearm; she looped her other arm through mine. “We can’t let anyone bescandalized into thinking that anything…inappropriate had been going on here.”

 Icould already taste the soft skin on the inside of her knee. And she allowed meto briskly escort her across the lawn, intent on the house and the guest roomjust two doors down from where Jocasta herself was sleeping that night.

 Wenodded at each man and woman we passed along the way – both exhausted houseslaves and drunken guests. Squeezing each other’s hands.

 Forsome absurd reason, Claire started to giggle as we crested the staircase. Ismothered her mouth with my hand, and she bit my fingers.

 Godhelp me, I would have taken her then and there on the top stair, had MurtaghFitzGibbons Fraser not left Jocasta’s bedroom at that very moment.

 Claireand I froze.

 Murtaghshook hands with Ulysses – standing a silent guard outside of his mistress’door – and turned to face me.

 Seamlessly,Claire broke away to open the door to our bedroom – while I reached for mygodfather’s elbow.

 Withinseconds we’d secreted him behind our bolted door. Quietly Claire went behindthe screen to undress, and I sat with him in the pair of chairs before thefire. Poured him a whisky. Knowing full well what had just transpired.

 Hegulped the whisky, and set something down on the table. I squinted at it – twointertwined hearts.

 “I have nothing left to lose now,” he rasped in the Gaidhlig.

 “And what of your family?” I retorted. “Would you turn your back on them, for the sake of this cause? Weall know what happens when Frasers and MacKenzies throw their weight behind acause.”

 “Your wife, and daughter, and the son of yourhouse all tell me that this war to come, is the right cause. That for once, oursacrifices will be worth something.”

 Irubbed my face with my hands. So tired of it all.

 “Tryon will have me fight against you, one wayor another. I can’t do it.”

 Iheard Claire quietly pad over to the bed, turn back the quilt, and slidebeneath the covers. My body, heart, soul screamed for her.

 Murtaghfinished his whisky in one quick gulp. “You asked me to be hard tofind. I haven’t forgotten that.”

 Iclosed my eyes. Deflated. “Don’t make me choose betweenyou and my land, and my tenants, and my family’s future. Especially when you’rea part of that family.”

 Nowhe stood, and lay a hand on my shoulder. “You’re a smart man – you’veinherited the best of the MacKenzies and Frasers. You’ll find a way.”

 “Do not force him into a choice that is not possible.” Claire’s Gaidhlig was slow, yetconfident. “Do not force him to break his vows. And do not force me to wantharm caused on you.”

 Murtaghdipped in a half-bow to Claire. “Brains and beauty. The same since the moment Imet you, at the foot of Craigh na Dun. We both have Jamie’s well-being incommon, Claire – that will never change.”

 “Don’tbreak his heart.”

 Istood, and clasped Murtagh’s shoulder. “I’ll see you soon. Be safe.”

 Murtaghnodded. “Ye’ve straw in yer hair. And aye. I’ll mind myself.”

 Andwith that, he was gone. And I collapsed on the bed, my head buried in Claire’slap. She picked the straw from my hair, combing it with her fingers, rubbingthe tension at the back of my neck.

 “Solacein the midst of woe,” I murmured.

 Shekissed the top of my head. “Givethem joys that never end.”

 Isat up, and drew her to me fully, she held me as I cried.

#;mod gotham #episode 5x06 #Anonymous

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[prometheanglory]

8, 13, 17 from the headcanon ask game!

8. Can kill you with a pencil

berkeley: ur so resourceful, berk...

cordell: well, he is cordell.

guts: brute strength is all you need.

lola: shove in, thrust up! easy!

marian: i feel like he’s probably done it before.

ulysses: if you’re angry enough, anything is possible.

xuehai: again. brute strength is all you need.

13. Knows random facts about everything

cordell: he likes to learn. he likes to learn about Everything. he specializes in biology, but there’s a lot more he knows outside of it.

flint remington: he’s read a lot of history and theoretical books in his free time (and all throughout his childhood). it does not help that he’s also the son of two professors — and is the grandson of a babushka who has lead one of the, admittedly strangest lives he has ever heard of. he’s the type of kid that would have definitely sat down to read through the newspaper if he was bored enough. or an encyclopedia.

marian: he’s old, he’s a former (not a formally recognized one, but it doesn’t really change much) scholar, he’s been around the block WAY too many times — he’s just, a well of strange knowledge. ask him about magic, ask him about curses! ask him about hair care or skin care! whatever! he’s got it up in his noggin somewhere!

sarge: he’s a startlingly intelligent person — like, freakishly so. and also scarily observant. outside of his ability to pick people apart though, he also really likes to learn about the world so he just watches everything and studies it until he feels satisfied with what he’s come back up with. ‘sarge, why do you know so much about the history of arsenic?’ he just thought it was interesting!

vinh: old as hell, she’s lived through a lot, she reads a whole lot. it does not help that her skill is memorization. you can ask her about a random year and ask for something that happened during it and she could probably tell you. she specializes a great deal in history, but also she kept a great deal of observation journals throughout her life so. she’s got a lot up there in her head.

xuehai: he was unfortunately the receptacle of most of marian’s oddly knowledgeable ramblings. outside of marian’s ramblings though, he does have a surprising amount of practical knowledge. he liked to go and talk to civilians during his free time back in the polar crests, yknow. he can tell you exactly how to tell where to find fish when the seas have frozen over.

17. Would steal a penguin from the zoo

berkeley: ah well, he’s berkeley you know. ‘we should steal a penguin,’ says someone. berkeley starts to lace up his boots, ‘alrighty then!’

cordell: he needs it for research. right now. immediately.

eddie: he’s a man of whims and that penguin looked like it wanted freedom. be free, brother...

lola: what’s the difference between mugging someone for their wallet and breaking into some weird bird’s enclosure? none!

marian: broke in to steal the penguin’s place and then morphed himself into a penguin because he wanted to be fawned over by zoo guests over how cute he was.

nik: i feel like, he could be peer-pressured into stealing a penguin. not of his own whims, but he can definitely be coerced into stealing a penguin.

xuehai: broke in to get marian-penguin out.

#sarge glase #ulysses finn #vinh torch #qian xuehai #marian blede #cordell snare #guts #lola guerra #berkeley houndstooth #eddie hyne #nik imp #flint remington #numberz game

[simscapades]

Gretchen Kwon by @hookareh

After being sent home Gretchen tried her hand at stand up comedy.  She had some minor success but soon grew tired of the limelight. And she instead switched lanes to the corporate world by starting her own company, manufacturing and selling clothing to pets. It’s currently in the top 10 of Sim Nation’s most successful companies in that business.

The experience of stand up gave her a boyfriend in club bouncer Ulysses and she has since meeting him finally experienced her first kiss( and then some). The couple currently live with their “baby”, the pug, Princess Kiki of Puppington - Kiki for short, in a small but fancy villa in New Crest.

#gretchen kwon by hookareh #a darling for daniel #a darling for daniel a little ways down the road #sims 4 #simscapades #pardon the late upload but I've had a long day filled with migranes #ok now though hence the upload #daniel epilouge

[aion-rsa]

The Haunting of Bly Manor Cast: Where You’ve Seen the Actors Before

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There’s a simple answer to where you’ve seen most of 2020’s The Haunting of Bly Manor‘s cast before: in 2018’s The Haunting of Hill House. Writer-director Mike Flanagan has a resident company of actors with roles across several of his horror projects, as shown by the significant crossover between these two Netflix series alone. Victoria Pedretti, Oliver Jackson-Cohen, Henry Thomas and Katie Parker are just some of the familiar faces appearing in Flanagan’s new Henry James-inspired spooky series Bly Manor. And here’s what else this bunch is known for on screen.

Henry Thomas – Henry Wingrave

Thomas’ most famous role came at the age of 10 when he played young lead Elliott in Steven Spielberg’s 1982 blockbuster E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (see his terrific audition tape here). In recent years, Thomas has been a frequent collaborator with writer-director Mike Flanagan, playing the young Hugh Crain, father to the five Crain children and husband of Olivia Crain in Flanagan’s The Haunting of Hill House. He also appeared in three of Flanagan’s feature films, Ouija: Origin of Evil, Gerald’s Game and Doctor Sleep, as well has having recurring roles in FX comedy Better Things and Stargirl.

Amelie Bea Smith – Flora Wingrave

Nine-year-old Amelie Bea Smith already has three significant roles under her belt. As well as her terrific performance as Flora Wingrave in Bly Manor, she’s also the current actor to voice cartoon character Peppa Pig (a huge deal in the UK), having taken over the role from her predecessor earlier this year. Before Smith took on that mantle, she had a recurring role in long-running BBC One soap EastEnders, playing Arshad and Mariam’s foster child Daisy.  

Benjamin Evan Ainsworth – Miles Wingrave

Ainsworth, the little genius behind Miles Wingrave will soon be seen alongside Alyson Hannigan, Ben Schwarz, Danny Pudi and more in Disney+ feature film Flora and Ulysses, the story of a girl and a squirrel with magic powers. Previous to Bly Manor, he also appeared in short film The Recycling Man and a 2018 episode of British soap Emmerdale.

Victoria Pedretti – Dani Clayton

Pedretti made a real impression as the adult Nell Crain in Mike Flanagan’s The Haunting of Hill House. Nellie was a sufferer of sleep paralysis and haunted throughout by ‘The Bent-Neck Lady’, if you remember. She and her twin brother Luke were the youngest of the five Crain siblings. Pedretti also played hippy Lulu, a member of the Charles Manson Family in Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood, and played major character Love Quinn in the second season of Netflix’s stalker-thriller You. She can soon be seen as Katherine in the Elisabeth Moss-starring Shirley Jackson biopic Shirley.

T’Nia Miller – Hannah Grose

Miller’s had roles in several Russell T. Davies projects, starting with Cucumber and Banana, and last year leading to the major part of Celeste in Davies’ BBC One future-set family drama Years and Years. She’s recently appeared in Netflix’s Sex Education as head of the school board Maxine Tarrington, and has popped up in a great many British TV shows including Marcella, Born to Kill, Hatton Garden and 2015 episode of Doctor Who ‘Hell Bent’.

Rahul Kohli – Owen

Kohli is best recognised around these parts as Medical Examiner Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti in The CW’s iZombie. A major character in the comic book-inspired horror-fantasy, Kohli appeared across the series’ five seasons, which kept him busy from 2015-2019. He’s also appeared in a couple of episodes of Supergirl as Lena Luthor’s ex, Jack Spheer. Along with Kate Siegel, Henry Thomas and Alex Essoe, he’ll next appear in Mike Flanagan’s forthcoming haunted island series Midnight Mass.

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Oliver Jackson-Cohen – Peter Quint

Unforgettable as Luke Crain in The Haunting of Hill House, British actor Oliver Jackson-Cohen’s biggest recent film role was as the titular lead aka Adrian Griffin in Leigh Whannell’s 2020 remake The Invisible Man, opposite Elisabeth Moss. He’s already had a full career on British TV, with early roles in cosy period dramas Lark Rise to Candleford and Mr Selfridge, as well as playing Prince William in 2011 TV series William and Kate: Happily Ever After. In the US, Jackson-Cohen played Jonathan Harker to Jonathan Rhys-Meyers’ Dracula in the NBC series of the same name. He also popped up as Lucas in Emerald City and will soon be seen in the Maggie Gyllenhaal-directed The Lost Daughter.

Tahirah Sharif – Rebecca Jessell

If you’ve seen Netflix’s A Christmas Prince and its unstoppable raft of sequels, you’ll recognise Sharif as Melissa, a friend to and former co-worker of lead Amber. Before that, she played the regular role of Carrie Norton in BBC One school drama Waterloo Road and Ella, Ash’s daughter on long-running British medical drama Casualty.

Matthew Holness – Dominic Wingrave

Comedian-writer-actor Matthew Holness has  appeared in Friday Night Dinner, Toast of London, Year of the Rabbit, Back, Life’s Too Short and Free Agents, but he’ll only ever be associated with one role for this site’s readers: dreamweaver Garth Marenghi of Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace fame.

Alex Essoe – Charlotte Wingrave

Before she took on the role of Wendy Torrance in Mike Flanagan’s Doctor Sleep (the same character memorably played by Shelley Duvall in Kubrick’s The Shining) Alex Essoe had a string of low-budget horror flicks to her name. She’s now part of the Flanagan rep company, and will be following up her Bly Manor role with a recurring part on the writer-director’s forthcoming TV series Midnight Mass.

Amelia Eve – Jamie

The role of Bly Manor gardener Jamie is, it’s fair to say, Amelia Eve’s biggest screen part to date, but surely that won’t be the case for long. She’s also completed filming roles in soon-to-be-released feature films Big Boys Don’t Cry, Shadowland, Dorcha and Thea.

Kate Siegel – Viola

Horror star Siegel is a key part of the Mike Flanagan company on screen and in real life (they got married in 2016 after working together on a host of horror properties from Ouija: Origin of Evil to Oculus and Hush). She played glove-wearing child psychologist Theo, one of the adult Crain siblings in Netflix’s The Haunting of Hill House, and will also soon appear in Flanagan series Midnight Mass. In Bly Manor, Siegel plays 17th-century noblewoman Viola, whose story forms the basis of a full-episode flashback.  

Katie Parker – Perdita

Remember the 1920s flapper ghost in The Haunting of Hill House? That was Katie Parker, who’s back in Bly Manor playing 17th century noblewoman Perdita, sister to Viola (see above).

Carla Gugino – Narrator

Gugino played Olivia Crain, mother to the five Crain children in The Haunting of Hill House, and for obvious reasons she is (at the time of writing) uncredited for her role as the narrator of Bly Manor. Gugino’s screen career is as long as your arm (if your arm were very, very long) and goes all the way from recurring roles in 80s soap Falcon Crest to 90s comedy Spin City and medical drama Chicago Hope, 2000s comedies Entourage and Californication, all the way through the Spy Kids franchise, to more recent projects The Brink, Jett and Manhunt.

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[aurorabayrpg]

Welcome to Aurora Bay [STARK, BECA, AND ERIN]! We hope you enjoy your stay! Please send in your account within 24 hours to secure [JACOB ELORDI, KATHERINE MCNAMARA, AND PRISCILLA QUINTANA ] as your faceclaims, and please be sure to review our checklistand make sure you read our guidelines!

our mun count is now 44/45

[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ULYSSES FLYNN]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JACOB ELORDI]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [BARTENDER AT OASIS NIGHTCLUB]. Word is you’re [ADVENTOROUS] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [LOVE RACE BY MACHINE GUN KELLY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

[cisfemale she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [NOELLE MCALLISTER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [KATHERINE MCNAMARA]. You must be the [TWENTY SEVEN] year old [ARCHITECT]. Word is you’re [ENDEARING] but can also be a bit [TEMPERMENTAL] and your favorite song is [GLORY AND GORE - LORDE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! **Chase Williams' baby momma*

[cis female & she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [GABRIELLA ALVAREZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [PRISCILLA QUINTANA]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [BARTENDER AT OASIS NIGHT CLUB]. Word is you’re [LOYAL] but can also be a bit [OVERPROTECTIVE] and your favorite song is [NEVER SEEN THE RAIN by TONES AND I]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

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