#Eveline kin

[phonegod]

Im making the resident evil blog and naming it @ the-residents-arent-evil or something

50/50%

I just know I'm making that blog.

Cw + ramble ahead

Side note; Tumblr tags, I put in kin for my re kin tag I used last time... Why did I get a fucking tag for a r kink

[agerev4mp]

eveline agere board cause i want to kiss her on the head /p

[koisplosion]

Sebastian id pack !

Names:

August, Alexander, Alexandra, Alexandria, Alexandro, Alex, Alexis, Alexia, Aiden / Ayden, Auden, Ashton, Asher.

Benjamin, Bastion / Bastien / Bastian, Bastille, Basil, Beckett, Brien / Brian / Bryan.

Casper, Caspian, Cassian, Callum, Callister, Castiel, Cillian, Crispin, Cyprien / Cyprian.

Desmond, Damien / Damian / Damion, Darien / Darion / Darian, Dorien / Dorion / Dorian.

Emiliano, Emilia, Ethan, Evelien / Evelian, Evelin / Eveline / Evelyn, Evelyne.

Felix, Finnian, Finnigan, Fletcher, Felician / Felicien.

Gabriel / Gabrielle, Gabriela / Gabriella, Grayson / Greyson, Gillian, Griffin / Griffon, Griffith.

Hawthorn / Hawthorne, Hector, Hectare, Hadrien / Hadrian, Hasien, Hastien.

Imogen, Irving, Isadore, Isadora, Ien / Ian / Ion, Irine.

Jasper / Jazzper / Jesper, Julian / Julien / Julion, Julius, Jesker, Julio, Julie, Julia.

Kasper, Killian, Kaspian, Kassian, Kasabian, Katrine, Katrina, Katarina / Katerina, Katrien / Katrian.

Lucien / Lucian, Lucifer, Lien / Lian, Leon / Lion, Lillian / Lilian / Lillien / Lilien, Lucianus, Lucio / Luceo.

Matthew / Matthieu, Matthias, Morgen / Morgan, Mien.

Nicholas / Nickolas, Nathaniel, Nyx / Nix, Nyxton / Nixton, Nox.

Obsidian, Onyx, Oren, Orius, Orion, O'Brien / O'Brian, Octavian / Octavien, Orien.

Parker, Preston, Porter, Poet, Poem, Paien, Peregrine / Peregrien.

Russel / Russell, Rien / Rian / Ryan, Racien / Recene, Regien / Ragien.

Savannah, Sterling / Stirling, Sullivan, Sylvester / Sylvestre, Sylvanus, Sylvania, Spencer.

Theodore, Tristan , Tomas / Thomas, Thatcher, Tobias, Terien / Terrien.

Urien

Void, Victor / Viktor, Victoria / Viktoria, Vespian / Vespien / Vaspian / Vaspien, Vien, Vivian / Vivien / Vivienne.

Wilbur, William, Wacien.

Xaydien

Zadrian / Zadrien / Zaydrien.

1st p prns:

I / me / my / mine / myself.

Ci / cige / ciggy / cigarine / cigaretteswlf

Ei / ege / eggy / eggine / eggself

Fi / fre / froggy / frogine / frogself

Fri / froze /frozy / frozine / frozenself

Mi / me / mounty / mountine / mountainself

Oi / obse / obsidy / obsidine / obsidianself

Pi / pe / pumpky / pumpkine / pumpkinself

Si / se / sebby / sebine / sebself

Si / sebe / sebby / sebastine / Sebastianself

Si / soe / soupy / soupine / soupself

Si / sashe / sashy / sashimine / sashimiself

Si / se / summery / summerine / summerself

Smi / sme / smokey / smokine / smokeself

Ti / te / teary / tearine / tearself

Vi / ve / voide / voidy / voidine / voidself

Wi / wine / wintry / wintine (winterine) / winterself

2nd p prns:

You / your / yours / yourself

Co / cigar / cigars / cigarself

Eu / egger / Eggers / eggerself

Fro / freezer / freezers / freezerself

Fro / frogger / froggers / froggerself

Mo / mounter / mountaineers / mountaineerself

Ou / obsidianer / obsidianrs / obsidianerself

Po / pumpkiner / pumpkiners / pumpkinerself

So / sebber / sebbers / sebberself

So / Sebastianer / Sebastianers / Sebastianerself

So / souper / soupers / souperself

So / sashimir / sashimirs / sashimirself

So / summer / summers / summerself

Smo / smoker / smokers / smokerself

To / tear / tears / tearself

Vo / voider / voiders / voiderself

Wo / winter / winters / winterself

3rd p prns:

They / them / theirs / themself

Ci/cig, cig/cigs, cig/arette, cig/ar, cigar/cigars, cigar/ette, cigar/cigarette, cigarette/cigarettes

Eg/egg, Egg/eggs, egg/eggy

Fro/zen, froze/frozen, frozen/frozens, frozen/tear, Fro/og, frog/frogs, frog/froggy, frog/egg

Mount/ain, mount/mountain, mountain/mountains, mountain/road

Obsi/dian, obs/idian, ob/sidian, obsidian/obsidians

Pum/pkin, pump/kin, pump/pumpkin, pumpkin/pumpkins, pumpkin/soup

Seb/sebby, seb/Sebastian, sebby/sebbys, seb/by, sebby/Sebastian, seb/astiolan, se/bastian, sebas/Tian, Sebastian/sebastians

Sou/p, so/up, sou/soup, soup/soups, soup/soupy, sa/shimi, sash/imi, sash/sashimi, Sashi/mi, sashimi/sashimis

Smo/ke, smo/smoke, smoke/smokes, smoke/smokey, smoke/smoker, su/mmer

sum/mer, sum/summer, summer/summers, summer/summery, summer/summertime

Te/ar, te/ear, tea/er, tear/tears, tear/teary

Vo/oid, vo/id, voi/d, voi/void, void/voids

Win/ter, win/winter, wint/er, won't/winter, winter/winters, winter/wintry, winter/time

Titles:

The gamer, the smoker, the mountain dweller

The seasonal smoker, the village smoker

The farmers smoke buddy, the cigarette owner

The void egg admirer, the frog egg fan, the sashimi lover

(prn) who loves sashimi, (prn) who enjoys pumpkin soup

(prn) who treasures obsidian, (prn) who smokes

(prn) who owns frog eggs, (prn) with the cigarette in hand

(prn) who admires void eggs, (prn) and (prns) addicted self

(prn) who plays games with friends, (prn) with the bottled emotions

Coinings:

Sebastian + romance

Smokerscentstellic - dissomeismoker

Stardewanatomic - stardewgender

Voidchickspritic - obsidiagem

Mascorette

Tagging:

@the-church-of-strabismus @sanguinaryfreaks and @hewasanamericangirl

Request status on the inbox

Please read the byf linked in fox's pinned post

[nestlabssys]

Intro Post + DNI + Tag system

Sys Name: N.E.S.T. Labs System

Body Age: 16

Coll. Pronouns: It/They/(Bio/Hazard)/Virus

Extra: Traumagenic, Fictive-Heavy

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╭—---　FREQ. FRONTERS ◞

⋮ 🦋 ⩨ Jekyll ⩨ It/Neos

⋮ 🔪 ⩨ Krauser ⩨ He/Him

⋮ 🖤 ⩨ Eveline ⩨ She/They

⋮ 🥃 ⩨ Lincoln ⩨ He/(Bullet/Proof)

⋮ 🩵 ⩨ Jill ⩨ They/She

⋮ 🍄 ⩨ Ethan ⩨ He/Mold

⋮ 🔫 ⩨ Leon ⩨ He/Him

⋮ 🧬 ⩨ William ⩨ He/Bio

⋮ 💊 ⩨ Kieran ⩨ He/It/They

◟❤️ ⩨ Red ⩨ She/Her

└ ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┘

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• Basic stuff (homophobic, racist, etc)

• Fakeclaimers

• Anti-Neoprns, Anti Xenogndr, Anti-kin

• Fujoshis, Fudanshis, anything similar

• Truscum/Transmed

• Proshippers/Comshippers

• Zionists/Israel Supporters

• Race Changers/RCTA

• Other Trans IDs

• Harmful Paraphilias (Pro, Neu, or Anti Contact)

• Radqueer Identities (Mpsec Lesbians, Lesboys, Gaybians, etc)

• Bodily Under 14

• Endogenic Systems/Any "Non Traumagenic"

System

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☂️ | rambles — exactly what it says on the box.

[sleepyboizclub]

Introducing myself!!!

(Matching with Mike!! AKA @stupidhomosexual )

Hey Hey Hey! My name is Jonah/Nathan/Solace! Here's a small get to know me!

Name: I go by many names, Including Will, Evelin, Jonah, Nathan, Nico, Ect!

Age: I prefer not to say, So yea, I'm an ageless guy. Woooo...-

Gender + Sexuality: Genderfluid, Bunnygender, Staticgender, Other Xenogenders. Pansexual, Polyamourus, and Nebularomantic, and currently have no partners.

Pronouns: Mainly He/It/That, Also use She/They/Bun/Tech or others, But ONLY if I trust you COMPLETELY.

Nationality + Race: British/American, African American in body IRL.

DNI: Creepy ppl, Pedo's, Z00philes, Basic DNI criteria, Disorder Fakers, Anti-LGBT, Others.

BYI: I am a fictionkin of many characters, meaning I truly believe I am or was them. Please respect my name and pronouns when they change. I am also not always gonna act or remember stuff close to my source, and my canon is often different from Canon. Certain kins aren't allowed on my profile (Such as Belos), Please for the love of GOD, Just respect that. I also do not support any problematic creators, even if I kin some of their characters.

INT: Most Mandela Catalouge Kins, such as Adam Murray, Sarah Heathcliff, and Thatcher Davis. TOH kins, PJO kins, Especially Will Solace (I'm a nico kin), And other fandom fictionkins.

also, I'm ok with doubles! The only doubles I'm not ok with are:

Annabeth Chase (PJO)

Leo Valdez (PJO)

Sally (Creepypasta)

Missy Cooper (Young Sheldon)

Hazel.L (PJO. No, I don't know how to spell my own name DON'T ASK)

Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa)

Any other kins may interact, But if I don't answer, It's likely that you might kin a character that could make me have a trauma response. Not personal, I promise! Ttyl!

BYEEEE <333

[thelegacyofgreyleaf]

Stories from Kyoguild #1

The Falcon Takes Flight

By Eveline Brooks

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As the young tiefling girl comes to, all she can hear is the ringing in her ear from the initial explosion, the cracking and popping of the engulfing flame around her. A glowing red light is all she can see as what was once her home is suddenly falling to ruin around her. The elegant spires and structures of this methodically constructed monastery, which once would bustle with life of all shapes and sizes, is fracturing as the wood that makes up the structures splinters and pops in the inferno.

Yavari looks around at her surroundings. Dazed, she is able to make out the blue glow of the gem at the end of her staff. Being on the ground, she crawls through the rubble and debris to her staff. Upon grabbing it, the gemstone projects three glowing orbs that emit a golden aura. A shadow can be seen, they are tall, muscular, and massive. A boar-kin maybe? No. A half-orc.

The orcish figure exclaims, “Raeburn! Over here!” Yavari dashes out of the collapsing building as it comes crashing down. Upon stepping out of the blaze, she falls to her knees. Before her body is pulled to the ground by gravity’s magnetic force, she is grabbed by her shoulders and is pulled to her feet.

“What were you thinking? You could have been killed.” He says.

“My apologies, Archdruid Torrig.” She mutters barely. “The children. The fire. It was too much. It was too far late by the time we arrived.” Yavari releases a sigh as she falls unconscious.

Torrig looks up, with his student cradled in his arms, to watch the building crumble. As he gazes at the support beams, he thinks of the times his tutor would bring him to this temple to practice druidcraft and the Druidic language. The walls and books marked only by Druidic sigils. Each one, more unique and intricate than the last. They all give off a powerful, mystical feeling that only those who draw power from nature itself can understand. “Who could do such a thing?” He says, and as Torrig reminisces on the times of old, lightning strikes.

As the flash fades quickly out of the darkened night sky which is lit by the surrounding flames. An arrow pierces the back of Torrig. He lets out a mighty roar through his jagged asymmetrical tusks. His roar booms throughout the monastery, even after he’s stopped it continues to echo off the enflamed walls.

Torrig falls to his knees as a hooded figure, slim and tall, steps closer and closer to his back. With one quick motion and a second strike of lightning, the assailant plunges a jagged dagger into the back of the Archdruid.

Once again, the mighty half-orc lets out a roar that echoes the surrounding forest. Now his thoughts go from his childhood and upbringing, to his son. Now realizing that if he were to give up, he would lose everything. He wouldn’t be able to raise his son.

Torrig picks up his mace and swings it faster than any creature should be allowed to swing a weapon of such mass. The hooded assailant’s legs get shot out from underneath them. Yavari’s unconscious body falls out of his arms and naturally rolls into a tall bed of flowers. The patch of flowers are tall enough to completely engulf her.

The assailant mutters, “so long” As a wave of purple and gold energy blast is released from his hand, sending Torrig flying into the side of the building. The assailant stands up and looks around. “Raeburn!” He draws a blood red sword. The blade, slightly curved back to slice through it’s prey. The sword emits a dark mystical aura, one that could never be natural. “Ya-vaa-riii!” He calls out. “Damn, she got away. Who knows, maybe the inferno consumed her.” As he begins to walk away, Yavari regains consciousness.

Before getting out of the flowers, Young Raeburn simply asks one word: “Torrig?”

The hooded figure turns around with haste, a magical wind lifts him by the cloak and drops him on the bed of flowers. He raises his cursed blade and slashes through the flowers. As the flowers begin to rapidly decay and fall, there is no sign of Yavari. The only living being left is a single Falcon flying away.

The Falcon flies enough away to land on a tree, she turns back into herself. And there she is, Young Yavari Raeburn. Having lost it all, she begins to simply cry. As she does, the leaves begin to close in around her. The leaves contain her in what could only be described as a cocoon. Occasionally, her cries can be heard around the tree. And there, she waits, for whoever wills to get her down and help her resolve the murder of her tutor and the destruction of her home. Yavari hasn’t given up before. She never loses hope. She never loses faith in the nature of the world. But now, she’s at least questioning it.

“What could I have possibly done?”

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

SORRY FOR THE DELAY, HERE'S THE ADAM MURRAY POST UNDER CUT

Adam is. Sorta different from canon, in that he isn’t AS BIG OF AN ASSHOLE TO JONAH BECAUSE THEY ARE FRIENDS AND I DON’T CARE, YOU TWO WILL BE FRIENDS, SO HELP ME GOD.

Adam is still the emo-ass guy he is in canon, but he’s more like “I don’t have friends. Friends are for cowards. *Attracts people who are positive* I have A FEW friends.”

He’s low-key aroace in my AU because just LOOK AT THE BASTARD. THAT MOFUCKER DON’T DO ANY OF THAT.(Please don’t get mad at me-) also I may be projecting on him a wee bit, don’t at me-

Adam is very goal-oriented, having to be pulled away from his computer to take breaks so he doesn’t overwork himself, mostly being pulled away by Jonah because yk. I see Jonah as being fairly strong-

Adam, when he goes into the basement, after he has the argument with Jonah, sorta feels like he’s at his lowest. Then Limbo pops up and proves the bitch wrong.

So, the way Volume two plays out is slightly different in my AU than canon, in that Adam realizes “Oh shit, I could DIE down here and never find Her.” and he bolts to the basement door to try to get out, finding it locked.

Adam, knowing Jonah well, thinks this is a prank from Jonah(It isn’t, Preacher is keeping him locked down in the basement) and screams for him to unlock the door.

Nobody answers back, so Adam, in his forever glory, decides to try kicking the door down, now realizing the whole trip was a trap set by alternates.

It takes him a few tries, but he manages to kick the door down at one point, and he rushes back out to the van, pausing as he realizes who’s left at the Van.

He’s run into Jonah. And unlike in canon, Jonah and Adam were actually friends, and thus Adam feels REALLY BAD for Jonah.

Adam picks up Jonah, helping him into the van, speeding back to BPS headquarters.(This is a LOT of shortcutting here because I'm still working out volume two in my AU a little-)

Adam isn’t completely unaffected by the encounter in the basement, he just keeps telling himself it was just the alternate fucking with him and lying to him.

He tries to give Evelin the answers she asks for, but some answers, for some reason, he can’t give.

He gains an almost Spidey-sense as he becomes more like an alternate, and it activates mostly whenever an alternate is nearby, although it does falter sometimes.

His Guardian Alternate(Surprisingly and completely on accident) is Limbo, funnily enough lol.

I’m still working him out a bit(Like I’m trying to figure out how to have Presto and Catalyst fit in timeline-wise), but this is Adam so far! 

Also, like, if he had to have a theme song, it’d be The Main Character by Will Wood, because he is NOT IMMUNE to me kin assigning him Will Wood music.

[sillies-fickin-blog]

Intro post

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆. ───

This blog is run by two singlets!!

Before we introduce ourselves here’s our dni

Dni: NSFW blogs, Anti-Kin, Endogenic “systems”, Kin for fun, Factkin, Anti-system, Anti-xenogender, Anti-Lgbtq, Mspec Lesbian/Gay, Israel supporters

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆. ───

Person 1

★Name - Mark or Bambi

★Pronouns - They/It/She + Xenos

★Age Range - 13-15

★Gender - Genderfae + Agenderfluid + Xenogenders

★Top kins - Mark Heathcliff (tmc), Charles Calvin (thsc), Oliver Reed (mp), Evelin Miller (tmc)

★Boundaries - Dupes please for the love of god dni

★Sign off - 🥀

Person 2

☆Name - Oattis/Mike

☆Pronouns - They/He

☆Age Range - 14

☆Gender - Masc Nonbinary

☆Top kins - Michael Afton (FNaF), Mike Schmidt (FNaF movie)

☆Boundaries - Dupes feel free to int

☆Sign off - 🍷

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆. ───

[gaysonlyocean]

evelin either kins or mains medic tf2. -silly

hold on im sending this to hannah who does know tf2

i think thats a positive reaction

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Good morning -*dumps more FAITH out-of-context lore on you and then leaves*-

Let’s talk about Adam again for a change. I’ve hardly said anything about him because I’m so desperate to not spoil anything but good lord he’s gotten maybe one lore post while Evelin has two or three and Jonah has-what, five? Yes I’m biased shut up

- He was a doorstop baby. Apparently he was kidnapped, but when they tried to return him to his mother...Well, you can guess what shape she was in by then

- So they took him in and just kept his last name and mother’s fate from him. Dad was nowhere to be seen, there was no knowledge of any next of kin and it’s not like the little guy can tell them anything, so the case eventually faded out...Though some workers have a hard time admitting even to themselves that they essentially gave up on working out a kid’s family tragedy.

- He sometimes bounces from foster home to foster home. It’s not super speedy, but it still wears you down going to a new home every 3 years whether it’s your fault or not. So he’s learned not to get attached.

- This sometimes pisses off That One Kind Of Foster Parent who wanted a cute little traumatized kid to cuddle and they get one that doesn’t like to be touched, spoken to like a baby or having a helping hand all the time. He’s very independent, very stubborn and doesn’t give a damn about translucent sympathy, thank you very much.

- There was one house he really liked (and the parents of the house really liked him). They picked him up when he was 10 and was starting to hit rock bottom. He gave them a lot of shit, pulled the stunt that got him removed from one house early and was gearing up to start making death threats when the parents sat him down and told him that he can act out all he’d like: they chose to have him here, they want to help and the dishes and plates are replaceable, they don’t care about those. He could leave if he wanted to, but the mother really likes the kid and the father could see why when they first met him. How they got attached to this 10-year-old rife with unchecked anger issues and internal trauma he refused to talk about, they did. And it was going to take a lot of lashing out and giving them Hell for them to give him up when he’s been let down by so many before.

- The acting out didn’t stop immediately. But he made an effort to get better and actually opened up to a therapist for a change, something that didn’t go unnoticed. The parents started treating him to random little fun outings post-session so therapy sessions weren’t so scary, he made a friend and there was talk of getting a pet. It wasn’t a full adoption, but it was starting to feel like one.

- They had to move away, which tore up everyone involved. He kept in near-constant contact with them until he started making friends and still nags his current foster parent for the phone so he can catch them up on what’s going on at least once a week.

- He doesn’t like his current foster parent and she doesn't like him, but whatever. He’s close to aging out anyway, he can just hitchhike to where the better parents are and live where he’s happy. His life isn’t such a black hole anymore.

[fictionkinfessions]

Oh? LGBT canons? Boy howdy do I have one

As Adam I was.. Some type of MLM. Idk if I was gay or bi or pan or whatever but my ass was NOT straight.

To the point! That I am HEAVILY canon divergent. I never dated evelin, I had a massive crush on Jonah. And I DID care about him!! I promise!

This actually reminds me of a kin mem

Whenever Jonah and i got high together and wound up with the munchies, we'd order pizza hut and get two pizzas. Don't remember the toppings but that doesn't matter. Me, being high and a little bit foolish, would just. WRECK a good majority of that first pizza then complain to Jonah about how my stomach hurt because of how much i ate. He'd usually be like "I told you you'd regret it" and cuddle with me untill I pretty much conked out into a food coma. It was always nice even if i got a stomachache.

...man I miss him. I wanna curl up in his arms and snuggle up against him again.

Sorry that got sentimental at the end whoops

-Adam Murray, TMC [#⭐🐈🍓]

[phonegod]

IM A ISSUE

I WANT TO MAKE A BLOG FOR ALL MY RESIDENT EVIL KINS. Which is everybody important in re8 + re6 leon and eveline. And yes, I know I haven't updated my kin list on my intro page so ill add my resident evil ones here;

🌌: 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

🥀: 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

💉: 𝐞v𝒆ĹＩⓃ𝑒.

🚷: ₥ðlÐ ê†håñ. (oc)

⚛: ｍØＴ卄𝔢𝐑 𝕞ίⓇ𝔸ᶰ๔ά.

🍷: Lαԃყ Aʅƈιɳα Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ.

🪡: ᗪㄖ刀刀卂 乃乇刀乇ᐯ工乇刀ㄒㄖ.

🐟: ᏕᏗᏝᏉᏗᏖᎧᏒᏋ ᎷᎧᏒᏋᏗᏬ.

🛠️: 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜.

🎖: ｃ𝐇ℝ𝐢ş 𝕣𝐄𝐝𝔣𝔦ⓔᒪⒹ.

🍾: 𝓁𝑒☯𝓃 𝓀𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹𝓎.

I WANNA ASK BLOG WITH ALL THAT, so here's my question, should I make it and if so what should I name it? (Ill prolly make it regardless of answers). Also blog will be au, trans Ethan + wintersberg, adopted eveline, chreon, and everybody lived and post re8.

[wintersandthebeast]

40. Zoe

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Link to Master List

Notes scribbled hastily, accompanied by sketches from ink and quill

Ritual observation

--Kings appoint priest and priestess based on ???? unsure.  Will ask King H. 

--were wearing white during the ritual, most others wore black.  Ritual was outdoors, at night.  Stormy and uncomfortable.  Very different from our Church customs

--after fasting and prayer (to whom? Unable to tell from language barrier, I must know this next) these holy people call on the spirits of the dead to enter this realm through the chalice

--nearby cavern in which animal was blood sacrifice….but then put underground??? 

--is this a ‘life for a life’ or some other rite? It terrified me

--a crystal of some type was placed on this chalice with more blood, from the priest and priestess

--my eyes are sore at me for this witnessing.  I would call it a miracle but it feels as if God himself was not involved. A little child appeared on this platform, at first glistening white, but then flesh and blood.  She grew from black strands.  Two of our party fainted.  Confess that I almost did

--she was questioned by the priest, and then the Kings, and seemed to have her faculties intact and was presented in court as the daughter, and re-baptised with their ritual

--this is a bizarre mockery of all that we have been told.  But my eyes have seen it, and we are all in shock.  How can this be real? If this is real, what of our God? What must he think of it?

--I want to be disgusted, but can only imagine the relief of the family.  The father was sobbing and none thought him less a man for it.  To have a second chance with ones child.  How is this evil?

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Ethan lay propped on one elbow, yawning as Zoe stared at him in awe.  He had just finished recounting the events from the night before, when Heisenberg ripped the entire surface of the mold mycelium from the field around them.  Now he rolled onto his back, still yawning, and rubbed his eyes.  He’d been in the guest room he’d prepared for her all night, as both of them talked about their lives post-Dulvey.  Now he wondered if he’d overstayed his welcome, as grey light began to inch through the second-story window, alerting him that dawn was coming.  

Zoe seemed even more restless than he, likely due to jet lag and the excitement from being in a new country.  Her uncle, who was like Heisenberg, rather erratic and intimidating, had immediately glued himself to the engineer, discussing topics like radio waves and munitions.  The pair of eccentric older men disappeared after dinner, leaving Zoe and Ethan to catch up, and leaving Ethan feeling very strange about their dynamic.  How could someone just appear at an isolated manor in Romania, warm up to Heisenberg, and then carry a conversation with him eagerly?  It made Ethan feel self-conscious, though he was not sure why.  

Then he became lost in conversation with Zoe, and the strangeness was put in the back of his mind. Zoe and Ethan shared a strangely similar bond; after her infection by Eveline, she was both put into and revived from a crystallized form.  It appeared this gave her similar ‘powers’ as Ethan.’  Both were reluctant to call them that, and both shared a sense of departure from their former lives.  Now he threaded his hands behind his head and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, happy for a moment of comfortable silence.

Just when he thought Zoe might have fallen asleep beside him, she asked, “So…what exactly are you two then?  I’ve heard it all, but I’m still confused.”  Even tired, her voice held a humorous tone.  Ethan snorted.  

“I don’t really know,” he admitted.  “When I first realized I was back, and I had Rose…my first thought was to just run back to Mia and get the hell away from here.  It felt like Heisenberg was using both of us to make sure Miranda is good and dead.  But now, I don’t know.”

“But, livin’ here with him just…doin’ his thing and you bein’....kinda…trapped? In a mansion.  With a crazy man.  That…sounds like…”

“Beauty and the Beast?” he said in an ironic tone, and when she scoffed, he rolled his eyes.  “Trust me, I know, I’ve been living it for months now.”  

She said nothing.  Zoe shared his mistrust for anyone heavily involved in the incident or Miranda’s creepy, disgusting world.  

“I can sense things, yanno…your….emotions,” she said tentatively after a minute, and Ethan glanced over.  He was delighted that he wasn’t the only one with this blessing/curse, until her next sentence, which made his face fall.

“You care a lot about him.  So much it terrifies you.”  Now she smiled slightly.  “...Aw.” 

“Don’t aw,” he scowled.  “He’s a maniac.”

“So’s Uncle Joe,” she nodded, “Sometimes maniacs make the best caretakers.”

At this they both laughed.  Zoe continued, completely changing the topic (Ethan’s discomfort was more than easy to sense, even without mold powers), 

“So what’s this ritual you wanted to talk about?”

He paused.  This one might be harder to discuss than his feelings about Heisenberg.  Ethan chewed on his lip for a few moments.  Then, “I’ve been doing research, reading on how the kings in this area used to allow rituals that would bring back…people who had passed, I guess, who were catalogued.”  He had already told Zoe everything about Eveline and Zoe’s parents.  That conversation hadn’t been easy either. 

“It seems like more of an art than a science…” he began, and now she looked over sharply, tilting her head from its rest on her elbow.  

“Just who are you lookin’ to bring back?”  

Ethan sheepishly looked at her.  “It’s…I was thinking…for two reasons…one, she died really young and never got a life.  And two…from the years she’s lived in the mold she’s been trying hard to take Miranda’s power away….And….I just, I think she’ll be a bigger help with a physical form.”

Zoe exhaled.  “Oh, Eva.  You mean Eva, right?”

Ethan’s blond brow raised.  “You seem relieved about that.”

“I thought you were gonna say bring back Eveline, or my parents,” she said nervously. 

After another pause, Ethan turned to look at her, but she was now staring at the ceiling, an unreadable look on her face.  

“Is that…how do you feel about that?”

“No,” she said sharply.  “No to all of ‘em.  My mama and daddy died, to me, the first minute she infected their minds.  The sick part of it is that they were aware of every horrible thing they did to people, includin’ what they were doin’ to me for years, Ethan.  How could anybody live after that? No. Nuh-uh.  I know you said you kept those crystals…I don’t care what you do with ‘em…but I don’t want that.  They’re gone.  They deserve some peace.”

Contemplative silence.

“Also, Joe would kill ya.” 

“Yeah,” Ethan said after a moment.  “Yeah, I agree with all that.” 

“But Eva?”  Zoe could travel to the liminal space just as easily as Ethan could, had already met the ethereal other woman earlier.  She shrugged.  “Sure.  I don’t have a clue in the world how to, but we can try.  No harm in it if it helps figure out getting rid of that woman for good.  I mean…if you an’ I deserve to be here…an’ we do, Ethan--”

He swallowed, realizing he was at this point maybe the only person in the world who had any reservations about his own existence.  When was he going to just fucking get over it.  

“...then, I’d say, sounds like Eva deserves to be here too.” 

Ethan couldn’t believe the ease with which such an insane, reality-altering decision had been made.  Still, Heisenberg had made that same decision with him, hadn’t he?  To bring him back.  He had no words for how it made him feel, but he didn’t need to explain.  Zoe understood.  

Now she sat up and stretched.  “So, why does it need…people like us?”

“I’m not good at explaining it but…apparently the Kings had a court of people like us, whose only job was to figure out who to bring back, and then perform those rituals.  They could call on whatever power’s in the Mold to bring a person back to a normal form.” 

“Like Eveline coulda’ done with me, an’ didn’t,” Zoe said with a bitter edge.  

“Yeah.  They used crystallization against people too, when they had to.  But it seems like they were mostly peaceful.  Just not with outsiders.”

She grunted at this, but had no snarky reply.  

“Anyway, it seems that people like me and you are….well…” Ethan rolled his eyes at himself.  He’d been around Karl too long; he was going to give an analogy using electricity.  He hoped that wherever the hell he was, Karl was out of earshot.  Ethan ground his teeth.  “If the mold is an electrical network…like a big brain full of firing neurons, circuits everywhere…then people like me and you and Rose, would be transformers.”

“I don’t follow.  Like Optimus Prime?”

He snorted again.  “No.  Like power transformers, we can adjust the current, the…focus? Of the mold.  We can amplify its power.  When that power is focused on a crystal, apparently, a consciousness can be put into it.  If that consciousness is stored in the mold, it’s an easy transfer.”

“But wouldn’t you need a crystallized body?  Isn’t that how those… things … came back from yesterday?”

“If the person died, they were buried in the cemetery.  I guess they only let you bury family that were worthy or something.  But any crystal made by the priests would be able to create the vessel.”  Ethan scratched at his stubble, thinking.  “That’s probably why Miranda was so confused when not a single vessel, crystal, nothing, brought her daughter back.”  

“So if Eva knows to jump in the crystal.  Then maybe.…”

“It might work,” he nodded.  “Maybe.”  

“When are ya thinkin’ to do this…ritual…thing?���

“Maricara said we’d be stupid not to do it the same night as the festival…so, tonight,” he said with a wry chuckle.  “You know, magic in the air, lots of spirits to help, and all that.”  

Zoe stood, striding past the bed over to the large window that overlooked the back of the property.  She gazed over quizzically at Ethan.  “You sound like you’re too good for that kinda’ magic.” 

“I mean,” Ethan waved a palm.  “I don’t know that I believe in any magic.” 

Zoe looked unimpressed.  “I’d say beins’ like us are magic, wouldn’t you?” 

He frowned.  He didn’t feel like he was made of magic.  But Ethan had no reply. He had felt differently about it when Rosemary used her powers.  

Now Zoe turned and looked out the window; soon he heard a low whistle from her, and she actually giggled.  Ethan had never heard Zoe giggle before, and he turned his head in alarm.  She simply stared, nose pressed to the window.  “Oh boy, that Beauty and the Beast thing really makes sense now--” 

“What?”

“You mean you didn’t know what your boyfriend does at….” now she checked her watch, mentally calculating the time change.  “Five am?” 

No, actually, he didn’t.  When Karl disappeared, Ethan assumed he was up to weird, nefarious Heisenberg things.  Now he rose from the bed and strode to Zoe’s side.  At first he saw nothing but the sectioned gardens in the distance, and beyond them, the property’s cliff edge.  Now he realized Zoe was looking at a particular patch of garden, near a shed, where it was obvious someone had set up rudimentary-looking, militaristic training equipment.  

Joe leaned against the shed wall, talking animatedly while Karl lifted himself slowly but expertly, into a chin up on the rusted metal equipment.  Despite the morning chill, Karl was shirtless, and his comfort and ease on the makeshift pullup bar told Ethan that he spent plenty of time at it.  That did explain the large frame and chiseled muscles.  

He was hatless, glasses-less as well.  Now Ethan’s nose pressed to the window as Zoe giggled again.  After several minutes of more chin ups--ogled to in silence--Heisenberg hopped down and from the stand and turned to Joe, apparently replying to him.  

“Joe does the same damn thing. Every mornin’.  Was Heisenberg in the military?”

“I don’t actually know,” Ethan responded, and Zoe frowned at him, before gazing back at the man in the yard, who was now preparing to lift a barbell stacked with weights.  He stretched, rolling his shoulders before bending, beginning a set of bent over rows, and Ethan gazed at this too.  He was able to ignore Zoe’s sharp expression.  

“...How do ya live with a man and not know all those things?”

“I dunno,” he answered, feeling stupider by the minute, his eyes on the flexing, hardened biceps and back muscles.  “No idea.”

Now Ethan heard faint giggling from somewhere nearby, and he looked around quizzically.  The sound came from the adjacent wing of the mansion; Ethan could see this side of the manor from his own window.  Maricara’s daughters were plastered to a separate large picture window, also staring down at the brunette.  Ethan’s ears reddened and he backed away, trying hard not to smirk, and failing.  

“God, Ethan,” Zoe said, tearing herself away from the window.  “You are really dense sometimes, aren’t ya?”

He nodded in a resigned way, but was still smiling.  Finally he shoved her playfully.  “Come on, let’s get coffee.  We’ve got a lot to do” 

“Uh huh.  Includin’ you starin’ out that back kitchen window I bet.” 

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AU where Eveline haunts Dion

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Hi! I'm kin with Eveline from Resident Evil 7, looking for my canon mates!!! I've already found my Lucas!!! In my canon, I was about 12, I was a lesbian, a prankster, liked to fuck around all the time with Lucas, and went outside daily to watch the sun set and rise. I really really loved the family!!! I was sorta...possessed in a way? By the parasite, and when Mia stopped getting me my treatments things deteriorated fast, and I wasn't often me anymore. Please HMU if this is familiar!!! 💜

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