#heartsrising

[writingtides]

Transmission received from @heartsrising ↳ Yknow what shadow is gonna get? A hug. From lucy.

Arms envelope him as the smaller life form starts to growl. Deep and animalistic.

❝ Unhand me human if you wish to keep your arms. ❞ He hisses deeply as he struggles in the others arms.

[obscurd]

💚 UWU?

@heartsrising

damn good boy you take orde-KJHUYGTFRSDFTGFHDGSFTADR IM SORRY YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU adam youre one of my closest and bestest and longest friends ever you mean the absolute world to me and im not just saying that because you got me into e33 but for everything, you've stuck with me for so long and im eternally grateful you are one of the absolue loves of my life and i wouldnt be who i am without you and your loveliness and your amazing characterizations and your sense of humor and just. YOU, BRO. I LOVE YOU

[officrnolen]

Boomerang more like boomer-BANG this bullet off a shield and into your ne-

"I LIVED, BITCH."

[lasthail]

"Grace watch this, statement."

In a newly refined suit of xenonite, front legs dig into the sand of the biodome, rocky uses a small push of force to roll forward. A roly poly, yes. Act complete, the eridian waves his arms. "See! Talent! Amaze amaze amaze."

❝        wow  .        ❞        no  .      that  word  is  serious  .      breath  out  through  a  genuinely  amazed  sigh  .      he  can  actually  recognize  which  little  insect  rocky  is  trying  to  mimic  .      which  remains  the  other  realization  that  rocky  has  been  looking  into  earth  on  that  little  portable  earth  thinking  machine  grace  gave  him  .      his  present  ,      useful  .      the  thought  makes  him  smile  .

the  sight  of  rocky  ,      in  his  vision  once  again  ,      makes  him  smile  even  little  wider  .        ❝        yeah  ,      rock  !      amaze  amaze  amaze  .      you  found  roly  polies  in  my  database  ,      huh  ?        ❞        his  database  .      not  stratt’s  ,      not  the  government’s  ,      not  his  world’s  .      just  his  .      the  eridians  have  made  it  abundantly  clear  that  he’s  their  ambassador  .      their  home  ,      his  own  ,      or  however  the  saying  goes  .      anyways  ,      his  database  says  little  bugs  like  roly  polies  curl  up  like  this  .

what  his  database  failed  to  inform  him  of  was  that  humans  find  this  endless  endearing  to  the  point  of  tears  .      he  lifts  a  hand  ,      playing  off  his  wiping  of  tears  as  a  scratch  on  his  upper  eyelid  .        ❝        talent  .        ❞        an  engineer  smarter  than  all  the  engineers  on  earth  put  together  ,      fascinated  by  a  somersault  .        ❝        you’ve  been  practicing  ?        ❞

 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ UNPROMPTED .  /   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

[clochanam]

@heartsrising asked: " LIGHTS, CAMERAS, ACTION! " ( for aodhan and siobhan! ) / PROMPT LINK. ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING! )

SEASON 2, EPISODE 6: ATHAONTAITHE (TRANS: REUNITED)

so unlike niamh, who gets a slowly mounting build-up that becomes increasingly more understood as we approach her episode, we really only get to see something developing with aodhan prior to this episode. siobhan is unknown to us, and that's the whole point. the audience, when they see her photo in the teaser release, only pay attention because she's in that collection of images. they place bets: she's an assassin, a new figure arriving through the portal, a social worker, a love interest for wyll who arrived in episode 4. as we draw closer, nobody guesses that she might be connected to aodhan, because his development in the series has been entirely accompanied by two figures; presumably his mother and father. even when he's revealed to have powers, the man and woman accompanying him are always seen separate from the doctors who run tests and guide the development of these powers; if anything, the revelation of these abilities is something that's treated with a healthy optimism as opposed to other examples where the existence of these powers are a terrifying and ugly ordeal.

so in short, the release of siobhan's image is fascinating only because we have NO idea who she is. and aodhan's story, which has been developed via these tiny scenes throughout the seasons, is seen to be almost a stand-alone entity. disconnected from the main body of the show.

friday night. the episode releases. everyone is glued to their screen. we see a 2.4% increase in viewer numbers, most from ireland for nicola.

siobhan is at the heart of the episode. we see her story through a collection of flashbacks, but the first scene sets her current situation up: on arriving in new york on a long-overdue holiday, siobhan is greeted outside the airport by a seemingly ordinary taxi driver, who opens the door for her and invites her into the air-conditioned bliss of the cab. the camera is situated within the backseat; we don't see the taxi driver's face, only siobhan's pleasantly surprised smile as she helps stow her suitcase in the boot, and then enters the taxi. we don't close in on the outside of the car; the frame never shifts from this side-view of siobhan as she settles in the back, looking around as one does, relieved and weary from the journey. however, viewers who rewatch the scene might notice that the sound of the taxi cab door closing is coupled with a second click, barely audible beneath the taxi driver turning to yell at an invisible driver. later, siobhan reveals that the door was locked from the outside.

now, aisling and aodhan make appearances, prominently at the final scene, but otherwise they're basically in the background: aisling and the squad are investigating the disappearance of siobhan larkin, but it's because of niamh, who had been cautiously connecting siobhan to herself and aisling, and was part of the reason for her decision to make the journey to new york now, in what we note to be mid-october, and therefore not a time accessible to most teachers. niamh is understandable wary of revealing unconfirmed information. meanwhile, aodhan's long-idyllic dynamic with both his powers and his parents, takes a nasty turn when he gets angry during a series of routine tests and releases a wave of energy that incapacitates the scientists in the room; we see this from behind a one-way window, and hear a voice off-screen grimly report that "it happened again".

back to siobhan; as the taxi drives out, she reaches to the partition to pull the window back, presumably to tell him where she wants to go. however, the window doesn't shift. in front of her, the taxi driver discards his baseball cap, reaches for the radio, and turns up the volume as he pulls out into traffic. we have no background score. the alarm is palpable purely based on what we see in siobhan's face. she withdraws. tries to open either of the back doors. nothing happens. she tries to wind down the windows. nothing happens. she tries to wave at other cars, knock on the glass, call for help. the camera switches to a young child in a neighbouring car, who looks out just in time to catch a glimpse of the frightened woman slapping the window desperately, and then for the glass to flicker, siobhan suddenly replaced by an image of an empty back seat.

" sir, please! i-i haven't much money, but i... i'll give you what-- "

pshhhhht...

the backseat pales with a sudden release of gas from the air vents. siobhan coughs twice, scrambles for her scarf as a mask, but it's too late. she shifts forward, claws at the partition, but collapses sideways before she has a chance to crack the glass.

it's as she drifts into unconsciousness that we begin to see glimpses of who siobhan is. we see a brief flash of a burning house, then siobhan about 15 years previously, a vibrant and well-loved teacher in a small town in ireland. on the heels of the three-week blackout, the first day of electricity being restored in ireland is naturally one of celebration. so much so, that siobhan decides to go out with her housemates to the pub. we get glimpses of her room; no family photos, piles of school project work, a list of ideas, one idea in a different style of handwriting (family trees) which siobhan has scribbled out with a green pen, and an invitation to her pending university graduation.

as she goes out to the pub, we can also divulge that she's a lovely, bubbly sort of person. people gravitate towards her. her arrival at the pub is met with cheerful greetings, eager offers of a drink, embraces and kissed cheeks galore. she's dressed in a bright white summer dress, yellow dandelion earrings, standing out against the darker tones of those around her, and yet the only person wearing black is a man glowering at the counter, the only angry person in attendance tonight. and it speaks volumes that siobhan, purely by being siobhan, excuses herself to go and talk to this man, making jokes about the electricity, trying to encourage him to smile, which he eventually does; in doing so, we realize that the man is actually fiachra, that the smile is not one of joy, but of an idea finally brewing that can settle an unknowable score.

another flash of the burning house; a second of siobhan being pulled from the backseat of the cab and into a rustic country house, and then we're back. a flashback, a year later, and siobhan is sitting miserably at a wide mahogany table, hands clasped in front of her lips, gaze avoiding the expectant smiles of the three across the table from her. " we promise, he'd be very well looked after. should you choose to go through with this, of course. but... we understand that you haven't been able to find any work since. babies... so expensive, as we all know! "

siobhan closes her eyes for a moment. her knuckles whiten. " you wouldn't change his name? "

" certainly not. it's such a lovely name... eamonn-- "

" aodhan. " siobhan's voice is like steel. the three, lawyer included, share a glance, and then the lawyer speaks.

" if you need more time... perhaps a fortnight-- "

" no. no. just... i need a pen. " the camera shifts from her face; we only see her accept a pen, sign her name quickly, and push the documents with the pen across the table, exhaling and clasping her hands together again. a man clears his throat. then shadows flicker as the three rise to leave; the man pauses to rest a hand on siobhan's shoulder, his voice soft and solemn.

" you're doing the right thing. thank you, ms. larkin. ms. larkin? are you awake? "

the scene suddenly shifts. a hand on her shoulder, the same hand, except she's no longer in that fancy office. siobhan wakens, pale and shaken. we see through her perspective; a crisp snow-white shirt, clean black slacks, and behind the wearer, two horizontal legs behind a chesterfield sofa. the camera lifts. we've seen xavier trafford before, but it's been a minute; we allow a moment of reaction time as he turns around to follow her gaze, then exhales softly. " apologies... gavin, would you be a dear? "

as gavin drapes a sheet over the body, xavier sits beside siobhan, hand withdrawing respectfully. " ms. larkin, i do apologize. jason was a new hire. highly recommended, but... entirely ill-equipped for our requirements. i understand that common side effects can include nausea and headaches, but our colleague on the flight was worried that you hadn't eaten on the journey, so i'm having some food brought up. "

" no, no... um... excuse me, thank you for... saving me, but i'd really like to leave now. "

" i completely understand, but i'd be much happier to have you rest a little longer. our doctor is just on his way. now... it's been quite a while, ms. larkin. perhaps you don't recognize me? "

he continues to speak, but the camera cuts away as aisling and the squad identify the taxi driver, and connect him to xavier. confusion fades as niamh curses, and then begins to speak inaudibly. xavier continues. " we met about fourteen years ago. you'd had a baby boy, one that you weren't able to provide for. you made a very considerable sacrifice that day, and one which i'm deeply indebted to you for doing so. " aisling's face shifts from confusion, to disbelief, to a terrifying realization. niamh points to a piece of paper on the wall; a hospital record. specifically, the visitor records, necessitated through a a flu epidemic at the time. fiachra's name, printed and then signed with red ink.

" family is so important to me, and... well. i can't imagine how difficult it was. it's a difficulty that i find myself with little choice but to face now. see... young aodhan has inherited certain qualities. from both you and his father. qualities which i find myself ill-equipped to help him understand. now, originally we wanted to get your consent to run a few tests on you. but it would seem that doing so would be uninformed consent. because, of course... you don't remember. do you, siobhan? "

aodhan is seen being escorted down the hallway. from his posture, we see that he's anticipating some form of response regarding what happened earlier. but instead, he looks up, and is greeted by the sight of a startled siobhan, tears in her eyes as she stares at the boy, who seems to recognize her without xavier's monologue. " mom? "

as siobhan covers her mouth, memories rising to the surface, the camera cuts to aisling, or rather, aisling's car (bc insurance wouldn't cover us having the actual actors in the car during this stunt smh) ramming through the gates, aisling, niamh and wyll making a beeline towards the country house, which transitions into the live cctv feed as xavier watches the toyota skid to a stop outside, aisling climbing out and swiftly incapacitating the guards at the door as the trio make their entry. " and the whole family's back together again... "

CREDITS ROLL!

[floripire]

Quiet on set - for either sylas or odesa!

HER EYES SPOKE TOO MUCH MIND : ̗̀➛ SEASON 1, EPISODE 1: FIRST THRILL / @heartsrising (sylas)

Stefan Salvatore used to have a house in Savannah, Georgia. A house that he lived in with Ivy Chang, whose daylight ring Floribeth wears. A house that Sheriff Machado now lives in with her daughter, Maia.

And that's where the episode begins.

The camera pans up to a beautiful house. It's painted a calming shade of blue, interspersed with white. It has a large porch, too, and comes with quite a bit of garden as well. In regards to architecture, it's sort of a "Victorian Home meets Ledbetter".

"Dear Diary," begins a voice-over, "today won't be different - no matter how much I try to pretend otherwise, I'm still the girl who lost her brother."

And wait! That's not Floribeth! Indeed, it is not. It's Maia Machado, who sits in her bedroom, scribbling away in her diary, until her mother calls her down for breakfast.

Halfway through, her mother gets called in. She jumps up. Kisses Maia on the head, and rushes out the door, shouting over her shoulder that she's left money for pizza on the table.

The door slams.

Maia is alone.

She doesn't go to Lancaster Academy, the private high school that Cal and Jules go to. Instead, she tested out early, and is now enrolled in Savannah State University, where she is a Behavior Analyst major.

Because there's always been something weird about Mystic Falls. Something strange. Something spooky. Something otherworldly, and that very same feeling seems to have followed her to Savannah.

The camera follows Maia who finishes getting ready and grabs her bag. Stuffs a lunchbox into her bag which is filled with self made turkey wraps and resolves to just buy a juice pouch or a bottle of water in the cafeteria that afternoon.

It isn't until Maia makes it to class that we, the viewers, see Floribeth Dalisay, someone who occasionally sits in on the Behavior Analyst lessons. She's in class today, too. Not that she needs to be - she's wickedly smart. Almost too smart, some say. Maia included.

But she's here today, and lo and behold, the only free seat in the room is next to her. So Maia sinks down into the seat and the lecture begins. Though Maia's eyes are more so on the girl sitting to her left than on the whiteboard in front of the room.

After class, the camera switches focus from Maia to Floribeth, and we follow Floribeth out the door after the lecture finishes. Flouncing out the door, she makes the trek to the bookstore on campus where Sylas works in such a way that makes it clear she knows the route by heart.

When she gets in, Juliette Fairmont is there too and Floribeth greets her. Juliette sees a book by VE Schwab called Bury Our Bones In The Midnight Soil and laments that she'd given that book to her ex girlfriend (that she is still very much in love with) Calliope Burns.

"Burns?" Floribeth can't help but pipe up. "As in Theseus?"

"Yes," Juliette says, confused, "how do you know Theo?"

"He's coterie," Floribeth responds, but before she can add he's one of us, Maia's voice rings out from the doorway: "What's a coterie?"

Luckily, Sylas saves the day: "A special study group for geniuses."

Maia appears to let it go but Sylas knows enough to know that Maia is logging this information. Storing it away for later use. Deciding to distract her, Sylas asks about how her day went. How her mom's doing. Those type of things.

Floribeth mouths 'I'll text you' to Sylas and slips out the door while Juliette borrows the book she'd been lamenting about earlier.

Later that night, a text lights up Sylas' phone with only one question: do you think that Maia Machado is a werewolf?

His answer? I don't know.

Do you want to hear my theories over a drink, Syl?

I'll be there in ten, Flori.

The credits roll.

Post credit scene #1:

A patron enters The Wooden Stake. It's Bernice "Bunny" Wheeler, Ben Wheeler's mother - the very same person who founded MAAM; Mothers Against All Monsters.

The camera enters along with her and finds Floribeth, sitting at the bar, next to Sylas. She's nursing a sweet drink which is, unbeknownst to most patrons, doused with AB Positive.

The door swings open again and a very familiar figure enters. Floribeth perks up. Starts beaming. "Theseus Burns!" she grins. "Freedom looks good on you, my friend!"

"Is it really freedom if I can't go home anymore?" he questions cryptically and her face falls ever so slightly. Sylas arches an eyebrow as if to say knock it off, Theo! but doesn't comment otherwise. He doesn't have to. His face says it all.

Theseus, or Theo, as everyone calls him, pulls a face at Floribeth's drink of choice, quietly asking her how she can even stand to mix blood with a kir royale. Despite his reservations, he pulls up a chair besides the two.

Sylas asks him what's up.

Theo tells him that he's got a thing. Not enough to make it dangerous for the people around him. Or for his partners, Oliver and Carmen, but still. It worries him. His proclivities worry him. That, and hunter instincts are hard to shake.

"I can help with that," Floribeth hums after she's taken yet another sip of her sanguine-infused cocktail. "With your, ah, proclivities. Not your mangaso instincts. I know someone who went through something similar."

"Why?" Theo asks, confused.

"You're coterie - you're one of us and we got your back." She fishes her phone out of her pocket and looks up someone's phone number. Her screen reads: RACHEL AMBER.

Post credit scene #2:

Elsewhere, Maya Dragonslayer resurrects Ethan Machado, much like she's done to Sylvia Weald.

[clochanam]

@heartsrising asked: lights, cameras, action! ( for brea! )

u should send in "lights, cameras, action!" so i can tell you how ur muse would be introduced in their debut scene in aisling's tv show/movie series (i.e. the build-up, the hints, the music, the little easter eggs) even if we haven't interacted yet! / ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING! )

SEASON 1, EPISODE 9: IONTAS (TRANS: SURPRISE)

so i wanna start this sucker off by highlighting that we have seen brea in the episodes preceding this one, just not introduced explicitly. eagle-eyed viewers will notice that brea was present in a number of scenes across the episodes, so certain aspects have been established. for example, she's very close to the foster kids, she has a strong bond with stanley and richard, she's very much set up as someone who's close with aisling but isn't actually adopted by her (something clarified in the fifth episode when a social worker gets annoyed about "not knowing there was another foster child" only to be sharply informed that brea was adopted by stanley and richard fifteen years previously).

so when episode nine kicks off, people might be forgiven for thinking it's ajay's episode based on the opening scenes. we see ajay's legs sprinting through a range of environments; first a forest, then a city, then back into the forest again, where he freezes up, panics, and then runs again in a different direction. we don't get any music; all that can be heard is ajay breathing heavily as he sprints, then a slight zap as he tries to teleport, only to return to the same forest again, over and over, growing more and more agitated until he finally sinks to his knees with a cry of despair. the camera lifts, pans to reveal his face, eyes red with tears, four long scratch marks across the left side of his face, chest heaving. he looks down at his arms. then resolves himself. stands up, raises one arm, and spits out a spell that opens a violent orange portal before him. the last thing we see is him stepping out into a puddled street, leaving a bundle on a doorstep, and returning through the portal, a small square of paper fluttering out to land on the blankets, addressed to stanley and richard jones.

OPENING CREDITS!

now we get to see brea again! a perfect blend of her parents; eoin's smile, aisling's eyes, her father's stride, her mother's warmth. except, of course, the audience won't know she's their daughter. especially when aisling is shown to be a key role in her life as an elder sister figure as opposed to a maternal one, the foster kids are very much settled in, and stanley and richard are at their absolute best, proud fathers and grandfathers and entirely enthused about helping brea with a family tree project at school. however, when encouraged to put aisling down as her sister, brea continues to hesitate. it gets to the point where stanley and richard decide that some kind of conflict must be happening between brea and aisling, and try to intervene (a subplot for the episode, lil bit of comedy, yk? the fans go WILD!)

but brea, now without stanley and richard watching over her, heads back to her room, where we see that she has a small box of seemingly disconnected items collected. one of these items happens to be a tiny shard of yellow porcelain, which connects back to earlier mentions that eoin's mug was chipped. brea reaches into this box, collects the piece, and cradles it in her palms. her eyes close, and the screen goes black; when the scene re-opens, it's with brea that we open our own eyes to the next scene. a cascade of memories, vibrant and radiant and strong, eoin at the heart of most of them, laughing and smiling and being his usual self. brea seems to take solace in these memories; like rewatching an old home film, she laughs, smiles, almost seems to marvel at this man who only really exists there now.

but then she skips ahead. the latter dozen memories lack the gleam of the rest. she selects one, which expands and fills the scene entirely, engulfing brea and placing her at the end of a dining table in an unfamiliar kitchen. aisling, younger but distraught, sits at the table, eoin's yellow smiley mug the only source of colour in the otherwise monochrome scene. from brea's face, we can tell this is a memory she's already seen. but she leans forward, this time clearly looking for something in particular. proof. we watch as ajay appears, quiet and solemn. he reveals that aisling is indeed pregnant, he urges for her to stay in ireland until the baby is born, and she agrees. but brea isn't paying attention to any of that. instead, she keeps leaning forward, the camera catching her as she fights not to disrupt the fabric of the memory, but keeping her gaze glued to a small square of paper, wrinkled and somewhat faded, partly caught beneath the mug.

" what's that? " ajay asks. brea's urgency to see the note increases; as if she's seen this before, and knows how close they are to the end of the memory. we see her straining, the chair tilting back a fraction of an inch. aisling shakes her head.

" i found it in eoin's things. with tickets to new york, and a printed ad for a studio apartment in brooklyn. he seemed adamant about having a girl... "

" no, please-- " and suddenly brea lurches forward, reaching across the table like the note is a lifeline. ajay says something, but the words fade rapidly. brea claws at the page, staring wildly at it, the edges of the room pulling away into some sort of void. everything fades away to silence, but brea... brea has the note!

and there, circled eagerly in black sharpie: BREA LYNCH-KELLY.

the memory vanishes. brea snaps back into the room, mug shard cradled frantically in her hands as she scrambles to her feet. the scene brightens as light restores itself in the room, and stanley rushes in, alarmed as he catches brea's arms and checks to see if she's okay. tears streaming down her face, she rushes past him, and he withdraws, torn between respect for her boundaries and concern for his child.

the scene shifts. brea has made her way to the roof garden, where she sits on a bench surrounded by honeysuckle. the mug piece is still in her hand, but she hastily pockets it as aisling approaches. " if someone's bullying you at school, all i need is a name-- "

" no. no, nothing like that, just... " as the sun sets, we are treated with a brief glimpse of the notepaper again. brea pauses. then shakes her head. a small, tearful smile is met with a nod of understanding, camera pulling back so the screen is shared by the pair, one now knowing far more than the other, and yet having no way to share it without knowing the consequences. aisling moves forward, sitting beside brea, and rests a kind arm around her shoulders, a maternal act that's highlighted by brea closing her eyes tight, inhaling, then committing. " do you ever think about where you're from? "

" what, ballyanam? yeah. not... not always in a very fond way, but... i still think of it. is that what this is about? your heritage? "

brea doesn't give any kind of answer to that. instead, she pushes forward. the camera no longer captures both of them; this is all about brea, every microexpression on her journey and need for answers captured on the screen. " would you ever go back? to ballyanam? "

" i... yeah, i mean, i could... not on my own, mind you. why? are you angling for a plane ticket? " aisling's chuckle and light nudge are met with an earnest expression from brea, a hopeful gloss to those unmistakable eyes. the camera pulls back to aisling. she looks a little surprised. another flashback, a brief, half second of aisling sitting at the dining table with eoin's mug, before returning to the present again. " okay. fine. sure. why not? oh! " brea suddenly hugs aisling, who receives it with initial surprise, and immediate relief as she hugs her back. " you still have to finish that project, though. " a phrase that, with what the audience has learned, takes on a tragic maternal tone.

" yeah! oh, i will. and... and thank you. you won't regret this! " brea smiles, and the tears are no longer from grief or confusion or horror. instead, these seem to be tears of joy. the camera stays locked on aisling as brea rushes back to the apartment, her arm still resting on the back of the bench, a melancholy look on her face.

" we'll see. "

cut to black. credits roll. but it's not the last we see of brea!!

[obscurd]

@heartsrising smol starter (MARKLL)

There was a light tap-tap-tapping on the window of the workshop, the redhead having immediately paused before going in once she spotted the boy. Sure, it wasn't technically her break yet, but... it wasn't exactly a busy day. Truthfully, she expected to see Gustave, but seeing the apprentice in his place was a genuine, pleasant surprise.

Maelle's hand remained midair in an awkward wave as she waited for him to look over, only giving a shy smile once eyes met.

"Working hard, or uh, hardly working?" She quipped, walking in. And then, probably because even she hated how corny that sounded, added: "God, never let me say that again. Think Gustave's rubbing off on me."

Messenger bag was tossed over a chair, using that brief pause to actually check on what Markl had on his desk, raising brows in silent inquiry.