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Realized I've never introduced myself here so.....uh? Read it to find out shit I suppose
BASICS
Fiachra weird irish name don't come at me
18 (2005) call me old I will cry
ASD yeah
He/They
Aro
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Irish #slutforthepotatoes
My Art Tag is
#states art full of disorder
Now ready for the more interesting stuff
I'm a musician.
I play piano, concertina(dont ever play them they are expensive and sound like a shrill accordian but I have to pass irish music somehow) and i play bagpipes (I dont know why or how either)
I will throw a random art peice at yous and disappear
I will hide like a little rat if you dm me with just a 'Hi' because I've 99 problems and starting a conversation is about 72 of them
If I stand up too fast I might have heart failure #IST
I have the tendency of falling asleep in one place and waking up on people's floors (I don't know how I do it either)
I'm technically married but we don't talk about that
I like classical music and pretend to be sophisticated despite shop employees following me around when I enter a shop because they think I'm going to shop lift
Other musicians I like is Mitski, Queen, Nirvana, Ghost, Abba, Modern talking, WHAM, The Cranberries, Hozier, Elton John, David Bowie
I love Vincent Van Goghs artworks and I'm a big dog lover (Proud parent to a labrotty)
Here's my dog, I know he looks possessed. His name is Carson but also answers to C, Car, CarCar, big man, snouty, dumbo, wiggley idiot, wiggles, rabies
I will ramble about Geography because I fucking love volcanoes
My favourite movies are The Shining, One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest, Loving Vincent, Silence of the lambs and phantom of the opera
Tv shows I enjoy are Our Flag Means Death, Good Omens, broadchurch
Video games: COD, Resident Evil, Fnaf and Dishonoured
#aboutme#phantom of the opera#erik destler#phantom#good omens#good omens 2#our flag means death#one flew over the cuckoo's nest#transgender#irish#states art full of disorder
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I found this comic a couple weeks ago and just finished catching up! Fantastic art style and action scenes plus some excellent character writing.
I’ve got theories galore but one in particular that easier to summarize is about Fiachra’s planned Deal. The short version is I don’t think the Medium would accept her offer because it wouldn’t be a “fair” deal. Specifically because she isn’t sacrificing anything herself.
So far, our only examples of deals with the medium are from Aiden, Trigger and Nowe. Aiden’s deal was broken by the Ghost (which seemed to have the side effect of breaking HIM a bit too). Aiden got money for his deal, as long as he “paid it all back”. Could be literal or the payment could have been something more metaphorical, we may never know.
For Trigger, I imagine it’s a similar situation. We don’t know how or why he made a deal, but all clues point to it being monetary like Aidens was. Dudes in deep dept to like five different people and odds are not good on him paying in time. (Mini theory is that Ghost will have to save Trigger from the Deal, and then Vahn will have to save Trigger from whatever that process breaks in a person.)
Lastly there’s Nowe, whose deal is the clearest cut. The Medium effectively fixes/runs June7 for Nowe and Nowe has to “capture the Ghost” in whatever form that means. What happens after that isn’t as clear. Given the Ghost can break the Mediums deals, in other words unbalancing the universe, in other other words messing with the Mediums only real job, that makes taking out Ghost to be equivalent to saving an entire planet’s worth of people.
The Medium might be able to sweet talk or even lie about their deals, but the deals themselves are 100% to the letter and more importantly: Fair. Equivalent. And Personal.
Lastly, between Aiden, Nowe and probably Trigger, the Medium only appears to someone at their lowest point
In conclusion, even if Fiachra did force the Medium into a meeting, her proposal would never fly because she isn’t the one giving up anything, the exchange might not even be equivalent and because I get the impression the Medium doesn’t like abiding by anyone’s terms but their own. They don’t get the chance to potentially eat somebody if they pay the deal up front.
Anyways great comic, love the world building, love to theorize about it, ciao
Holy heck thank you, this was such a TREAT! We're gonna keep our lips sealed of course, but let's just say we're pretty excited about your thoughts heheh :D
Thank you so much for reading our behemoth of a comic too! Hopefully you'll enjoy the conclusion to GJS, as we are about to enter the last book uploading on the site !
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Hello! totally wasn't stalking your ao3 comments or anything but would it be possible to hear some of your thoughts on this new Little Guy? and or keyleth with her little guy?
i would LOVE to share
so i feel like fiachra is a very quiet kid. like preternaturally quiet. doesn't do much crying or fussing or anything, just very quiet and content. at first everyone is worried, maybe something's wrong, maybe he can't hear his own cries so he just doesn't, but it becomes very evident that he can hear just fine and he's perfectly healthy, he's just...quiet.
as he gets older, it becomes apparent that his quietness means he hears everything. he's extremely perceptive, and he has a rock-solid memory for everything he's heard. a little spy, just like his dad. keyleth has to be careful what she says around him because he's like a sponge for information.
growing up, he does shows some aptitude for magic, but doesn't really care for his studies. he's fascinated by the tempest blades, and it's derrig who gets him to agree that he can do some training with the blades when he's old enough IF he studies his magic with his mom. so if we're talking mechanics, i'd say he starts with like a level or two in druid and then a level or two in fighter.
and then the attack on zephrah happens, and fiachra is in the mix with everyone, defending his home. in the middle of it all, these gigantic, raven-feathered wings erupt from his back, and keyleth immediately understands what vax spoke into being the night their son was born: fiachra is an aasimar. after the attack, with so many dead and injured, fiachra goes to the shrine his father erected in zephrah and pledges himself to the raven queen's service in exchange for the power needed to bring justice to those who hurt his friends and neighbors. and so then he's also a paladin!
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i'm actually so excited to write fiachra tho bc like. he isn't a likeable villain in the least, but he is understandable in terms of how he became the man he is today. and the fact that aisling doesn't talk about him, doesn't tell anyone he exists, nobody knows what he looks like, like. he could very easily be having conversations with your muses, and they wouldn't be any the wiser.
#( OUT OF SOULS. )#( i love writing villains and yet i rarely do it on tumblr )#( so this is my birthday gift to myself )#( three weeks early but Oh Well -- )
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Meet My Characters: The Halloween Gremlins
Meet some new characters of mine, the dual spirits of Halloween in my story.
Liadain (Li-Li) Arwan and Rhiannon (Rhia) Fiachra. Otherwise known as the Conjurer and the Raven.
The top shows their designs in the current timeline of the story, but the lower two shows them in their teenage years.
Li-Li is a non-binary demon/fairy/elf hybrid
Rhia is a gender fluid angel/vampire hybrid
And Plebbles the “Cat” is… something. We don’t know what.
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In the current timeline:
About two years ago, two beings came into existence. Both caused chaos and confusion as soon as their existences started.
In Heaven, angels had no idea what to make of Rhia, as there had been no instances of hybrid angels before. Some angels took Rhia’s existence as an omen for the end of the world. For their own protection, they were sent to live on Earth.
In Hell, none of heads of the various demon legions knew what to do with Li-Li. Tired of listening to the adults fighting, Li-Li ran away to Earth with their pet “cat” Plebbles, where they met Rhia.
The two bonded almost immediately. It felt as if they were meant to find their place in the world together. Working together, the two made an enchanted house to live in- a large pumpkin shaped cottage capable of growing legs and running around.
Within a year, both the outcast kids, along with Heaven and Hell, realized their purpose. Both Rhia and Li-Li were meant to act as the spirit of Halloween.
Li-Li enforces the trick-or-treat, wild scary festivities side of the holiday.
Rhia manages the side of Halloween where the lost souls of the dead are guided, talked to, and summoned.
… Of course, this meant that come Halloween, these two kids were given the freedom to do whatever they wished. And, being the absolute gremlins they are, they of course choose to prank as many people as possible for as long as they can.
But of course, you might be wondering, hey! Are these two kids just living unsupervised with no adult guidance or supervision or anything? Yes. Yes they are. And unsurprisingly, this results in the two not just causing mischief on Halloween, but throughout the year. Hell tried on several occasions to assign a guardian to these two, only for said guardian to give up due to not being able to handle their behaviour.
Finally, someone decided to do something. Pepper Kringle, the angel of merriment and spirit of Christmas, convinced her siblings to look after the two.
Shelegiel the Winter Angel and Leliel the Night Angel. Otherwise known as Jack Frost and the Man in the Moon. These two elder angels had a considerable amount of time on their hands. Plus they were sorely lacking in social interaction. Jack had been grounded in heaven for a century and a half after she nearly wiped out half the world with a snowstorm. Moon, meanwhile, had grown accustomed to spending hours in his room alone painting shirtless men (it’s art, ok?)
So obviously, perfect candidates for raising these two gremlins.
At the very least, they’re able to keep up with Li-Li and Rhia, but only time will tell how these kids will turn out.
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Future Timeline:
As teens, both Rhia and Li-Li’s powers have developed, and the two have started to drift apart. The two had come to realize that they had grown dependent on each other, and are now focusing on being capable of looking after themselves.
Li-Li is a frequent nuisance to many a forest dweller. They enjoy starting bonfires, conducting crazy rituals, and casting wild spells. They still love to play pranks, and despite agreeing to separate from Rhia, they’re very much not ready to be on their own.
Rhia meanwhile has matured and has grown into their role. Living in a graveyard, they venture out at night to different resting spots, carrying messages between spirits and engaging in conversation with them. They even guide any lost souls they come across. Living on their own, Rhia is starting to venture into doing things they’ve been wanting to do for years, and look forward to becoming more assured in their individuality.
However, both soon find themselves being dragged back into the world they had been outcasted from. And what else should happen but absolute chaos.
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So that’s the overall idea for these characters. Now let’s get into who these two are
Li-Li:
Li-Li is the more mischievous of the two. They enjoy scaring people, and they don’t always realize when they’re taking their pranks too far. This gets them into trouble a lot, especially since Li-Li really isn’t good at apologizing. They’re not ill-intentioned, but they tend to take their interest and goals further than they should.
They’re cheery, giggly, and somewhat hyperactive. They love making potions and trying out spells. Currently, they’re obsessed with finding ways to look into the future. They’re extremely passionate and love to share their ideas. They also like to sing little songs to themselves. Li-Li is somewhat dependent on Rhia, and their greatest fear is being separated from them.
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As a teenager, Li-Li is very much the same, except now they’re trying to be a comic supervillain or something. They act edgier and arguably more irresponsible, and still don’t realize when they’re going too far. But they’re working on that last part. They’re very theatrical when speaking, gesture with their hands a lot, and will absolutely not stand, walk or sit properly. They also might have an addiction to laffy taffy.
Li-Li claims to be alright living alone, but in reality, they find any excuse to visit Rhia. They struggle to make new friends, and are secretly scared of losing Rhia. They’re still somewhat obsessed with knowing everything going on in Rhia’s life.
They have one other kind of relationship with someone at least! Li-Li is a “frustrating neighbour” to the sentient plant, Prickly, who tries to prevent them from accidentally burning down the forest. Li-Li doesn’t realize how annoyed she is with them, and kinda thinks that they’re friends.
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Rhia:
Rhia is the more polite and mature one, and typically takes responsibility when they and Li-Li are in trouble. They’re much more passive and reserved. They tend to go along with whatever Li-Li decides. Of course, they love pranks just as much as Li-Li, but Rhia is better at hiding their mischievous streak. Rhia will also defend Li-Li to the end, and cares for them deeply. They tend to think that they’re responsible for both their and Li-Li’s wellbeing.
Rhia often comes off as stoic, and people often mistaking think that they’re annoyed when they’re not. They also tend to steal tubes of animal blood that Li-Li was planning to use in potions to drink. Rhia secretly wishes to make more friends, and has a crush on Jophiel, the angel of Love.
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As a teenager, Rhia has become more independent and assertive. They’re able to balance having a mature side when talking with the dead, and embracing their geekier side in their downtime. When speaking to spirits, Rhia is polite, respectful, and reassuring. It doesn’t matter what the topic of conversation is, they will stay for as long as the spirit wishes.
In their free time, Rhia is an essayist. They make long and extensive essays on the themes and hidden messages in their favourite shows and movies. Rhia is also a lover of all things campy, their favourite movie is Hocus Pocus, and when switching between female and male, they insist on doing a full quick change. They’re socially awkward, but they become comfortable around others quickly. They also love pumpkin spice.
They also at some point acquired a collection of masks that give them different abilities.
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And that’s it for the Halloween gremlins both current and future!
But before you go, I’m going to try something. Since I’ve been practicing my character writing via rp, let me give you all some example interactions between the two.
I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts
And I apologize for wasting your time
- Spooky
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okay this is a starter call for the whole diner! list of muses can be found beneath the cut, more details can be found here!
CANONS:
maeve wiley (se.x edu.cation canon) a waitress at the diner but also considered a foster child of aisling's.
fat.in jadma.ni (the wil.ds canon): adopted by aisling following the events of season 2.
las.zlo crave.nsworth (ww.dits canon): bartender who hypnotised the local government into giving the diner a liquor license so he could work there and pay for the repair works needed at the house.
wyll (b.g3 canon): appeared through the corridor portal, very confused, but also loves being a waiter. has also drawn his sword and crossbow three separate times on angry abusive customers.
trent cri.mm (te.d lasso canon): accomplished writer and reporter, richard's son from a brief and regrettable fling in his teenage years, now lives happily in ireland with ajay, but has been known to return to NY for family events.
ann.alise kea.ting (how to get aw.ay with murder canon): besties with richard and stanley, annalise returns to new york to start a clean slate, and unwittingly becomes the lawyer for the squad in response to the mounting legal aspects of their interactions.
edwi.na shar.ma (bridg.erton canon): the great-great-great-great grandmother of rani singh, edwina arrives by accident through the corridor portal with kate and anthony. she becomes an event co-ordinator and etiquette tutor at the diner shortly thereafter.
kathani "kate" sharma-bridgerton (brid.gerton canon): after arriving in new york, 2024, kate falls in love with the new world she's entered into and becomes a hostess at the diner, living in the apartment with aisling, the kids, and anthony and edwina.
anthony brid.gerton (brid.gerton canon): while he's slow to love the new world he enters, anthony does eventually grow to love his new home, and helps around the diner where he can, although he seems to really shine when it comes to the public image of the diner itself.
OC's:
tina li (eldest foster daughter, takes the role very seriously, loves to collect trinkets and vintage antiques)
victor palmer (eldest foster son, takes the role seriously as well though not as seriously as tina, loves gardening, will literally fight god if it meant helping his mother)
eli palmer (victor's biological brother, technological genius, might be on the FBI's watchlist as a result of some light hacking, who knows?)
tim walker (middle foster son, loves to bake, very quiet and self-conscious, but has begun to grow in confidence since his baked goods started to shine in the diner menu)
advik patel (youngest foster son, animal fanatic, possible mutated x-gene, has he punched fiachra in the throat before? who's to say. he's too cute to be held responsible anyway.)
rani singh (waitress at the diner, bubbly and friendly, will give you stickers and compliment you until any self-doubts are defeated and discarded of, her parents are responsible for all the meat produce in the diner (every slice of which is halal)).
nate jones (barista at the diner, stanley's recently returned son, will bully you for ur coffee choices but also the coffee is delicious and he also has been known to drive customers home on rainy nights).
henri patel (chef at the diner, former rising star of the culinary world until his divorce from his husband went public and he had to leave paris to regain some anonymity. in new york, he found himself working at the diner. grumpy and cranky, his lovable side requires a bit of digging to uncover).
danny estrada (repairman and security guy at the diner, if he doesn't have a cup of coffee or a plate of food in his hand, it's safer not to talk to him. rumor has it that he got the job after driving his truck into the diner to prevent a burglary from taking place.)
stanley jones (owner of the diner, father to nate, stepfather to trent, adoptive father to aisling, husband to richard. literally loves every single one of his squad members. will make you enough food to feed a nation. barbecue king, undisputed. will call u champ and son and honey.)
richard jones (stanley's husband, possibly a former director for MI6, currently a fishing fiend and a man with no desire to spend his great wealth, only to play wordle and complete his crosswords in peace. has gone to many events for his kids and grandkids, will literally fight the universe for his family.)
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TOMMY HAD NEVER EXPECTED TO meet someone so completely and totally in tune with his weaknesses as Fiachra Kelly. It's like the man knows exactly how to get under his skin; like he knows every in and out of his very soul. Already Fiachra's been able to successfully ambush Tommy, to successfully lure him out in the open another handful of times without even having to lift one of his own fingers. It's like he can see right through Tommy.
It sets Thomas on edge, makes him reckless & impulsive, which, in turn, makes him an even easier mark. The worst part is that Tommy hadn't even noticed it was happening; hadn't noticed Fiachra's presence in his life until far too late. Fiachra had been at least one step ahead of him before Tommy was even aware that there was a race. Hadn't been entirely convinced of the threat the other man posed until he'd found himself lyiing on the cold wet asphalt, warmth from his blood seeping out of the wounds in his head to flow into the gutters with dirty rainwater.
Thomas Shelby can confidently say that he's met his match.
Having to come to terms with his own shortcomings has been a long and brutal lesson in humility. No matter how many times he's tried to get info on the man, or how many men he's sent out in search of any modicum of leverage, he's come up empty-handed. Losing like this over and over again has forced Thomas to admit to his weaknesses. Without information, without knowledge, he is just a man with a gun & razorblades sewn into the lining of his clothes. He is not a threat. He is not an adversary.
Stanley had eventually been the one to talk him off of the edge. For some reason, Stanley had been the only one capable of reaching Tommy on the level required to spur him back into action, to rush headfirst straight back into another losing fight.
The heart monitor beeped steadily, the only signs of life for a long moment while Stanley laid still against the starched hospital pillows, glazed eyes looking out the window by the bed. Tommy stood there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Aisling to return.
"Can you kill him?" He'd said.
"What?"
"Can you kill Fiachra Kelly? Before he kills one of yours?"
"..."
"It was your brother in the hospital before, wasn't it?"
"It was me."
Another long silence passed between them, the heart monitor keeping time between seconds. Stanley had made eye contact with Tommy. They'd held each others' gaze.
"I'll give you every last penny that I have if it means I know he'll be gone for good."
"I have no use for your pennies, Stanley."
"Please, Tom-"
"It will be done."
They locked gazes again, something unspeakable communicated between their eyes as Aisling showed herself back into the room & Tommy looked away, stepping back to let the two of them talk again. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He was going to kill Fiachra Kelly, even if it was the last thing he ever did.
He'd been so confident then. He isn't anymore.
Now, Aisling's been MIA for days, not answering his calls or his texts. He'd looked everywhere he could think of, & he's on his way to check out one last spot: Stanley's room at the hospital. He prays that she isn't there, not somewhere so obvious, somewhere so out in the open, practically begging Fiachra to swoop in and kill her ( nevermind him being so keen to go there himself ).
He stops short when he sees a well-dressed man sitting upright on the made-up bed, facing away, gazing out the window.
"Ah, look what the cat dragged in," the man says. "Just another peaky bitch."
Tommy stands, rooted in place for a long time, attempting to wrestle his heart rate into submission and keep the rush of fury and terror off of his face. He clenches his jaw, hand moving slowly to curl around the handle of his pistol where it sits in the holster at his ribs.
"... Fiachra," he says.
"Mr. Shelby," Fiachra says, turning to face him with a polite smile. "I think it's time you & I had a chat."
Tommy stays still, hand wrapped around the butt of his gun, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. Fiachra makes no move to attack, gives no indication of hostility. Minutes pass in silence. Finally, Tommy lowers his hands, glancing behind him to find the empty chair he'd occupied during his visit with Stanley, & he sits down.
Another few second pass in silence, the sound of the heart monitor eerily absent. Nothing fills the room but the sound of Tommy's heart, thundering in his ears.
"So," he says, meeting Fiachra's eyes. "Let's chat."
starter for @bailesona !!
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you boot up for the first time. you take stock of your new body, see what you have to work with. three legs, two arms, two sensor modules, all as expected. this body is new but it isn't confusing or alien, everything makes sense and is where it should be. you tentatively light up some of your LEDs, to display a little ellipsis. cute. you lift your arms up from where they were lying against your sides. the sound of the mechanisms working is comfortable and familiar. you tilt your head down to look at your hands as you open and close the fingers. simple motions to start with.
[Everything in order?]
it's fiachra, the other engineer. he wants to make sure he didn't fuck anything up, you assume. if he did, your death would be his fault. only an example to learn from, but he would take it to heart. he's like that.
[everything in order.] this is a default tts voice, not weird but not your own. it works for now. [you did a good job with building this, everything is as i expect it to be. it's appreciated.]
[Oh! That's- that's good to hear.] he laughs relievedly. you were right earlier about him being nervous.
you decide to try out standing on your new legs. you raise yourself off the ground slowly. you don't want to mess this up and smash all your nice head and torso components. the legs are solid, but balancing on three of them is new to you. you're at a good standing height now, so you try stepping forward. you immediately overbalance. fuck. fiachra is there to catch you. damn he's nice.
[thanks]
[Oh, no problem. Here, uhh, take my hand. For balancing.]
you take his hand in your three-fingered one. you're careful with the pressure, you try to get something that will hold you up without being uncomfortably tight for him. you think you've got it. this time you're more conscious of your centre of balance, you shift to your two legs that are on the ground as you step forward with the third. it goes better than the first time. you take a couple more steps. you twist slightly on your base to get your legs lined up better- you can twist on your base. holy fuck. you drop his hand to do one complete rotation. oh my god. your arm unit rotates too, you give those a spin. this body can't get nauseous, either. you spin your arm and leg units together so that it appears that your arms stay in place as your core spins. hell fucking yes. you've started beeping happily, in a fast little rhythm. cute. too cute. stop it. you have stuff to do. you can see the boxy bed thing your old body is on, in the corner of the room. you walk over to it. eugh. you switched over because being in that body had finally stopped being appealing, and now that you're no longer in it you can see how visually apparent that was. it is... quite decayed. looks kinda mushy, and the colours are noticeably off. you can't see the face, it's covered by the transferring equipment. that's probably for the better. that body is dead. at least you still have your hair, more or less. you step away from the body and bring your five-fingered hand up to mess with all your head cables. it's nice. you reach down to the base of one, and unplug it, and then put it back in. you do this a couple times. it's nice. you suspect you had a wider emotional range in your previous body. not by much, but still. not much to be done there, you suppose. you walk back to the charging spot. you like how big you are. you're not dainty and small, you won't go down quickly. an expression of contentment has settled on your display. yeah, this is good. you like this.
[all good]
[Good! I don't have anything else to test for, so i suppose we can get you out and about.] he walks over to the door to open it for you.
[how are we going to dispose of the old body?]
[Oh! Oh... I don't know, I'm not the mortician. You should probably talk to them. And do it soon, this kinda smells, haha.]
[will do]
you display a thumbs up symbol, because you can *do* that now, and walk out of the workshop.
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Infected are dying, the news says.
Bodies slumping to the ground, curling into a foetal position, the human hosts finally at rest. The fungus continuing to grow, forming a silhouette of the old host when the body finally crumbles into the embrace of the earth, fungal cups and caps and oddest of all, spires reaching towards the sky. Like how humans reached for the stars before she was born.
The world is changing once again. Ellie talks to the fungus in her brain.
One day it talks back.
Hello everyone I am back on my bullshit. Do you like themes of horror and grief and nature and transformation? Did stories like Annihilation make you question everything and stare at the wall for a few hours? Do you think there's potential for The Last of Us Part 2 to be emotionally devastating but in a different way to how it currently goes? Check this out!
#the last of us#tlou#tlou fic#my fic#body horror#environmental horror#this fic has everything: sense8 references natura imagery the crushing knowledge that it is natural to die and extinction and change comes#for us all#also bell x1 and angels in america and his dark materials because i am but a human with interests#also Charles darwin quotes cause i love a ThemeTM
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I simply must know more about Fiachra. can you share what first drew him to Rufus, and vice versa? What does he like best about Itha and Fraldarius, respectively?
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Ohoho this is a fun one. So for those not in the know: Fiachra was one of Rufus’ lovers and they have a child named Valerius. Due to unfortunate circumstances, the two of them had to leave Itha and now work as members of the Fraldarius staff.
So Rufus and Fiachra met during a diplomatic trip Rufus took to Derdriu in 1150. He had decided to walk around the city on his own late one evening and happened upon Fiachra’s family’s restaurant where he was pretty much the only patron left due to the hour. Being the person he is, Rufus caught Fiachra in conversation over dinner while he began closing up for the night. What drew Rufus to Fiachra was not only the food he was able to cook--and the fact he found Fiachra rather handsome--but also his rather down to earth, candid personality. He could keep up with Rufus in conversation. The trip extended over a few weeks and Rufus found himself coming back to the restaurant if only just to talk to Fiachra more.
Fiachra found himself drawn to Rufus for much the same reason. He liked having a conversation partner that was interested in roughly the same things he was. Rufus was charming and sweet, and seemed not to be too concerned with Fiachra speaking as plainly as he does. Not to mention him paying handsomely and letting Fiachra just talk and explain his food processes. So when Rufus was planning on leaving Derdriu, he extended Fiachra an invitation to come and be his personal chef. His family was really the ones who encouraged him to take the prince up on the offer, since how often does something like that just fall in your lap? Fiachra has thus always made sure that some of his wages are sent home to support his family in Derdriu and even with living in Faerghus he keeps in contact with them.
It was about two years after that before Valerius was born. Fiachra and Rufus kept up a steady friendship before the prince’s advances became something that Fiachra reciprocated. He genuinely fell in love with Rufus getting to know him as a person, and Rufus loved Fiachra’s companionship in his own way.
In terms of what he likes best? Fiachra respects and loves Itha and Fraldarius’ unique landscape. Fraldarius reminds him more of home given it’s closer to Derdriu with a similar ocean climate, and Itha has a completely unique Faerghal charm to it that he can’t say he experiences anywhere else. The Castell and the capital of Itha will always be a second home to him. He got to see both of those things grow under Rufus’ careful hands, and that’s the place where he got to know two people he loved while raising his son.
Fraldarius has a comfort in security and the fact that under Rodrigue the house is very pleasant place to work. The people there really don’t judge him for his past (if they know of the Incident) and it just feels good to be trusted and to be able forge strong connections with the people there. His Grace’s family has also never been shy to let Fiachra test his culinary skills, and that is the fastest way to his heart.
#fe3h#fe3h ocs#blaiddyd bastards#since hes adjacent#fiachra kheiron#rufus blaiddyd#rufus cassius blaiddyd#🗡#thank you for the ask! this was really fun to gush about <3
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TMI/TSC OC (Cathan Morgenstern)
form adapted from this template!
BASIC
Name: Cathan [KUH-hahn] Morgenstern
Birthplace: Idris (Morgenstern Manor)
Birthday: Nov. 15, 1988 (19 in 2007)
Race: Idrisian (Human; affected by time in the Faerieland)
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
APPEARANCE
Overall: Cathan appears to be a tall (5'10") man in good shape for his age and height. He is lightly toned due to occasional exercise (dancing and sex more than training). His skin is pale since he’s usually inside his shaded hideaway or a club. His eyes are a light green, always lined in black or a metallic color. His wavy hair is typically level with his chin and is a copper color. His ears are pointed and pierced. Cathan loves to wear what would be considered clothes from the Romantic era: (open or sheer) shirts with flowing sleeves, low-waisted pants, things with ribbons…all in a nature-inspired palette.
FC: Cody Fern
BACKGROUND
Cathan is the “lost” Morgenstern child. He was born to Valentine and Jocelyn prematurely, so weak that hardly anyone thought he’d survive the night. His father had already promised his firstborn to the Seelie in exchange for magical secrets, so Valentine took the boy and gave him to the faerie messenger that night without regret. Jocelyn was told that her son had died and been sent to the Silent City. Meanwhile, Cathan was gifted to a couple Dáire [Daw-ruh] and Fiachra [Ph-yee-kra] by the Seelie Queen. Faerie have a hard time conceiving, so they were happy, especially since they’d received a present from their monarch. Though they loved him, Cathan was initially teased growing up, because everyone knew he was Nephilim. Being raised in the Faerieland gave him pointed ears and the ability to effortlessly wield fey magic. So, although he could use angelic runes, he never did. Instead, he learned to speak the way his new people did, and be beautiful and cruel all at once. The Queen, who occasionally checks on her “nephew”, praises him for his good looks and clever tongue. Sometimes she gives him pretty clothes, jewelry, and paints. He's a prince in every way but the one that matters.
(plot dependent) He learns about his siblings through his people’s gossip. Cathan isn’t sure if he wants to know them, but he does want to kill his Shadowhunter parents. At least, that’s his excuse for going to find them.
PERSONALITY
Overall: Cathan has learned to present himself as a faerie to most and conceal his true self for his lovers. This means that he is hedonistic (which his culture accepts), but he knows how to navigate conversations which typically involve as much small talk as they do veiled insults. He also is not above flirting to get what he wants. His biggest flaw is probably his feelings towards his “aunt”, the Seelie Queen. If, for example, someone insults one of his friends and/or entourage, he won’t acknowledge it in public. He might even laugh it off, because that’s what he’s learned to do, and then he’ll comfort the friend in private. In addition, if there’s a secret he learns, he’ll tell the Queen, because she’s shown him more love than even his parents have on some occasions. He gets exasperated by the whole act of being in public, though, and retreats to his hideaway to paint and relax with his lovers (he’s polyamorous, but he only has feelings for a select few). With them, he’s himself: compassionate, silly, delicate, submissive, and free.
Hobbies: partying, painting, having sex
Fear(s): losing someone he genuinely loves, either because they’re killed or because they choose to cut him out of their life
NEPHILIM TRAITS
Familial Symbol: (canonically) a band of stars, referring to the translation of the name Morgenstern, which means “morning star”
Weapon: knives
Languages: English, Faerie
FAVOURITES
Food: best described as fish resembling salmon
Drink: Faerie wine (newer the better)
Colour: black, though he says red
Season: summer
Scent: vanilla
Music: 90s pop (he’s been to mundane clubs)
Time of Day: sunset
Item: scarf gifted to him when he was twelve
Movie: he’s never seen one (sorry!)
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Sleepless in…Cassis?
I’m sitting in the shower because I don’t want to disturb Molly, who is asleep, with the sound of the light or my keyboard. I’d be inclined to romanticise this scenario but actually I’ve just ended up with a wet arse.
Im sleep deprived, I didn’t sleep very well last night in Marseilles. There was also a Giant sitting beside me on the plane so I had to sit at an awkward angle the whole flight so now my neck hurts. He actually apologised for his legs- I felt bad for him, I hope I didn’t give off the impression that I was put out by his size- I certainly wasn’t thinking that. I wonder does he say it to every stranger he sits beside every time he takes a Ryanair flight. That would be kind of sad for him if that was the case. Sometimes I am grateful for having short legs. He sat scrolling through Instagram reels (offline somehow??) for the whole flight and laughing which was kind of endearing, but a baby a few rows behind us cried on and off and every time it started to cry he shook his head and said ‘oh my god’. I thought about saying well that baby can’t help crying, the same way you can’t help being a Giant. Well i didn’t think about saying it, I just thought it.
We walked a lot today-up a big hill covered in rich people’s mansions- we were trying to find a view of the sea but all their walls and tree borders cut off any possibility of this. Both our faces even got a little bit sunburnt. I think we might have been suffering in some way at one point because we both had two very strange moments within seconds of each other- I was telling Molly how I didn’t like the name ‘Fiachra’ anymore and it was because of ‘some annoying lad in my college’ before I stopped myself and remembered that Molly and I had both met at and gone to the same university and we often reminisced (commiserated) about people and events from that time. It was as if I’d entirely forgotten who i was talking to. Right after that, Molly tilted the water bottle she was carrying and my shoe scraped the ground and Molly thought the water had poured from the bottle even though the lid was tightly on and she stopped in her tracks and said ‘was there a splash?’. The proximity of two uncanny moments made it feel like there had been some kind of rift in the fabric of space and time. Or a glitch in the matrix.
Ive noticed I experience deja vu more when Im tired and i feel a bit unsettled by the thoughts of what strange electrical activity is going on in my brain at those moments. I think of some of the other strange things that happen when Im extremely sleep-deprived (I won’t say tired, because when I’m that sleep-deprived Im beyond a sense of tiredness and just feel more like a broken robot). Sometimes I get this feeling like I’m turning somersaults even though Im just sitting on a chair. Other times the walls shimmer and shake and then other times again when Im feeling very keyed up and anxious I hear invading aircraft and bombs being dropped in the distance. One night when i was a teenager I heard a strange and ominous sound in the sky outside and looked out and saw lights- I ran outside into the street in a complete panic at an imminent alien invasion only to realise it was a Garda helicopter, searching the woods.
I don’t think I was sleep-deprived or anxious then, I had just been reading about UFOs a lot. My dad even used to print out articles in work and bring them home for me.
I think I did see a UFO once. I was walking back from a cello lesson (I don’t play the cello anymore) and stopped at the green near my house to look up at the stars. Suddenly a star flew into my field of vision and did some loopdiloops, then disappeared suddenly, as if it had taken off into the distance. I remember being a bit frightened but also a bit excited. A book I was reading earlier had a paragraph about alien encounters and how they are a contemporary form of spiritual experience- impossible to deny their credibility but at the same time can be read as a means to rationalise inexplicable phenomena. I don’t really know what that UFO was supposed to represent to me at that time in my life but lately I do believe in attributing meaning to uncanny events. Maybe Im missing religion in my life. So, perhaps earlier Molly and I did actually tear a hole in the fabric of space time and now we are wandering an alternate dimension in Provence. We did see a dead toad in the sea which was very unusual. Later we went back and looked for him in the same place but he was gone. I like to imagine he was swallowed whole by a giant fish. I might go outside and look for UFOs.
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talk that talk // @clochanam
khione does her best thinking when she's in her element. when she's working on a sculpture or when she's on the ice. so it comes as a surprise to absolutely no one that, when the fiachra investigation hits a snag, she retreats to one of the few places she feels most comfortable: an ice rink.
it's lucky, khione thinks, that she's got it all to herself when she needs it the most.
as paradise fears' battle scars blares through her phone, khione goes through the facts in her mind one more time:
one) fiachra's attacked everyone twice a month ever since they moved here. he schedules it and toys with aisling in the meantime. since november, they should've had at least five visits. they had none.
two) there is footage of him and fiachra and aisling on november second. in it, he looked angry. very much so. then aisling said something. and whatever she said scared fiachra. which was what confused aisling, or so khione assumes.
three) there is another month of footage to comb through.
and four) sanji's theory is that fiachra just went back to ireland.
she's missing something.
she's missing someone.
well, multiple someone's.
khione is missing will, and zach, and magenta, and ethan, and layla, and warren. she's missing her cornerstones. she's missing the people who make it all worth it.
and she's missing aisling too. aisling, who quickly became one of khione's cornerstones too. aisling, who saw the ice cold home khione came from and immediately set about changing all of that.
sure, aisling seems to splits her time between ireland and new york but even when she's home, it feels like she's not really there because she's got other things on her mind.
and who could fault her for that? there's so much happening at once.
she keeps coming back to one piece of information. one thing that sticks out: fiachra's attacked everyone twice a month ever since they moved here. he schedules it and toys with aisling in the meantime. since november, they should've had at least five visits. they had none.
she's just finished a camel spin and has a tentative theory worked out when a voice calls out: "that, my dear, is impressive." khione looks up and when she does, she almost wipes out, because the person talking to her - to her! - is robert "bobby" drake.
it's iceman!
freaking iceman!
"th-thank you, sir." somehow, khione manages to get the words out, proud of herself for not messing that up. alas, one does not remain composed in the presence of greatness. at least, khione doesn't.
bobby has the good grace to allow her to skate towards the wall before he speaks again.
"you're one of aisling's new kids, right? it's ice to meet you."
"you're---you, how do you...i mean---" clearing her throat, khione nods. and then nods again. she takes a deep breath through her nose, holds it in for four seconds, and then releases it through her mouth. "yes, yes i am, sir. is this really happening, though, or did i wipe out? i mean, who's to say this isn't all a figment of my very active imagination while i'm bleeding out on the ice, right?"
it is only then that his pun registers and she chuckles briefly as she tells bobby that it's ice to meet him too.
"just bobby will do," he says with a laugh, "sir makes me feel old. and i can assure you that this is real and that you're not bleeding out on the ice."
"well, you don't look a day over... over."
"you don't look a day over over, either, kiddo."
khione gives him a warm smile. this entire interaction is reinforcing just why he's always been her favorite x-men. (well, he and storm, obviously.) "if it's okay for me to ask: what are you doing here? and, also, how do you know aisling?"
"i'm looking for a pyro. and at this point, almost everyone does. the diner's well known. the professor always wanted to visit. preferably on a day that the avengers aren't there. by the way, it's a good thing she's doing, taking in kids who need it."
"yeah," khione agrees quietly, deciding to ignore the jibe at the avengers, "some days i still can't believe it. that she saw me and was like: let me open up my home. despite the fact that i'm, well---i'm not a cakewalk."
"i'll let you in on a secret, kiddo. none of us are."
the conversation turns from their powers back to aisling and khione tells bobby about the challenges of decorating her new bedroom. yet his words get stuck on a loop in her brain: i'm looking for a pyro. i'm looking for a pyro. i'm looking for a pyro. i'm looking for---
"warren," she whispers, more to herself than to him.
"what?" bobby says, "no. i'm looking for allerdyce, john allerdyce, not worthington."
"who? i was talking about warren peace."
then the pieces finally fall into place for bobby. "baron battle's son?"
"hey! you were in a relationship with simon lasker and you just said so yourself that you're looking for mr allerdyce! and also, warren - my warren, well, not mine, because he's his own person - is good. he's a good person."
"chill out, kiddo." a genuine smile blooms on bobby's features. "i hold with those who favor fire too." he reaches into his pocket and extracts a card. "i know that your parents originally wanted to send you to xavier's but that you went to sky high and sky u instead. if things ever become too much - if you ever need to cool off, just give me a call. i haven't had a protegé in a while. and i think there's a lot i can teach you. as well as the other way around."
"you..." khione whispers. "...you want me as your protegé?"
bobby nods and khione does her best not to break down on the spot.
"man," he says, "aisling's right, you really are adorable. see you around, kiddo. keep working on that camel spin." he's gone before she can thank him.
khione releases a shuddering breath. then she wipes her tears, sniffles, and gets off the ice.
she knows what she has to do now.
[text to flameo hotman: hey, it's me, i miss you. also, time sensitive question: do you think you can track someone down through their heat signature? new york is great and my new family is great too, but i may or may not have landed myself into a situation that requires your very specific skillset, and also, i miss you.]
#long post /#freeze girl / answered.#freeze girl / marvel.#clochanam#//listen i know i just completely butchered iceman but kie deserves a mentor#//and also i really like the fact that the diner is known to the x men too (as i am first and foremost an x men girl)#queue.
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everything has a consequence. sometimes it's a map that never should have existed. sometimes it's a man who materializes, impossibly, in your living room from across the atlantic ocean. today, though, the consequence that takes place is not related to these things. nor is it related to powerful stones, dark empires, collisions of incomprehensible worlds. instead, the source of this terrible consequence is simple. wrong place. wrong time. wrong gunman.
between the two of them, they'd dispatched the majority of the attackers. masked men who followed the promise of money into a dead end. thomas had the map of manhattan memorized far quicker than she'd been able to at this stage. he melted into the shadows of the alleyways, moved with the bricks and concrete of the buildings, an invisible, graceful, beautiful thing that they never saw in time to defend themselves. she'd been less discreet. blasts of power, the occasional strike of a crowbar. effective, but not discreet. meaning, of course, she's the reason that it happened.
she's the reason fiachra was able to follow them to the docks. he even seemed happy about the location. the good fortune to traumatize once more. he'd shot eoin on the cliffs of moher, just above the waters below. and without a single word, he shot thomas at the docks, a single gesture that caused her to stumble beneath the stunned weight, and fall into a small fishing boat tied loosely beneath. concealed by the tall concrete wall of the dock, in a november night, with thomas bleeding out in her arms and the sound of the waves surrounding them.
" no... " she tries. she tries to catch her breath, steady herself, find his life force and thread it through his wounded body. but she can't. she can't do it. they're in a boat, and they're surrounded by icy cold water that tries to carry them out to sea, and it's dark. it's dark. and he's tall, and he's gripping her arm and trying to say something, and it's too familiar. eoin. thomas. eoin. thomas. they blur into one, with aisling being utterly useless at the heart of it, and now she's here, a hand trying to clasp over his wound, the other trembling so badly that she can't aim the damp flare gun properly, and he's looking at her and he's not talking anymore, it's as though he knows... and he does. somehow, he always has. he knows her long before she figures out herself. and so, when he pulls her down, she follows his guidance, and a sweet, loving, terrible kiss is shared. " i'm sorry! " she whispers, tears falling fast, mind whirling to accommodate this catastrophe. " i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking sorry, i never should have let you in, i never should have-- " but there's another kiss, an answer to the regret and the terror and the premature grief.
@proofwhisky asked: a shared kiss while holding your dying lover. <3
her lips part, and she almost gives up. it would be so easy... just to nod. just to shrug her shoulders, curl up beside him, and maybe let the universe do whatever the hell it is that it's so determined to do. she could just kiss him one last time, and once... once... god alive... she can't even conceive of a version of her life without him. what happens now? what happens once he closes his eyes? how is she meant to get back up and move forward when... when--
" THEY'RE OVER HERE! AISLING! "
her blood-slick hands cradling his face, she looks up, tears still cutting tracks down her face. the blur is enough to cast doubt on exactly what it is that she's seeing. the idea that tina would somehow have known to follow them here... that stanley, richard, ramsay and rani would all have known to come to the docks... it feels like a dream. more unrealistic than the sight of them climbing into a speedboat, and immediately cutting a clean path through the water and the fog to where they both sit. it's a hallucination. it has to be. and yet... that knife of hope is so sharp and real, that she can't help it.
" we're here! DAD! DAD, TOMMY'S HURT! " aisling's initial efforts to stand up are hastily concluded by the wobbling of the boat, and urgent yells to sit down from ramsay. but two seconds after, they're docked beside them, and stanley and ramsay clamber over, surveying the damage with unreadable yet anxiety-rising glances. " dad-- " she sounds like a terrified child. which is probably why richard gently pulls an arm around her shoulders, and pulls her backward, into the speedboat and beside rani, who looks grim in the manhattan moonlight.
" we can't take him to a hospital. i texted danny and bella. they'll meet us at the rendezvous, and etienne's bringing the kit. "
" tell them to bring everything from the staff room, too. this is bad. and bella better bring a few things, too. on three. " ramsay has his forearms levered carefully behind tommy's back. the second he's replaced into the new boat, tina's revved the engine, and they're speeding down to the safehouse. but aisling's hand never leaves his. not even when he loses consciousness. and not even when he wakens two days later on a clean bed in a cozy cabin just north of new york.
#blood tw#death tw#gun tw#gunshot tw#injury tw#proofwhisky#( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. )#( I'M FINE I'M NORMAL AH-- )#( SMTH ABT THE DINER SQUAD JUST MOVING HEAVEN AND EARTH TO SAVE HIS LIFE BC HE'S DONE THE SAME FOR AIS )#( AND BY RELATION FOR THEM )#( I'M FINE )
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The first poem sorta just doing this because why the f not hope you are doing good
Lamp post
The drink nearly gone
Nearly lovers talk
And yearn
A party on the mind
The mind of the other driving
Driving forward to the night
Straight into a lamp post
The lamp I yearn for so distant
All I yearn for is floor
A place to stand and be safe
But to to the sea I’ll sail
To war and adventure
Oh naive adventure
Oh naive war
Oh floorless searching
How confusing the verse
No rhyme or rhythm for history to sing from
A land of pain and suffering in circle
In circle
In circle
In circle
But I dream
I dream beyond
It may only be a dream
Yet I dream none the less
That night curses me
Like Achlys’s last words
Like Cuhullains last words
Like like Patroclus’s last words
Like Fiachra’s last words
I curse it as it does to me
In sight after sight
No control
The lamp post draws closer
It’s light glistens
I am a moth
Swirling
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Dublin Week 13: Overnight Hike
Hey there. It's Sam again, coming at you with another blog post. We got up to some fun stuff this past week, so get ready.
The beginning of my week was pretty uneventful, consisting once again of classes, climbing, and cooking. Oh how I love being an adult. I also signed up for an overnight camping trip with the mountaineering club (more on that later).
On Thursday evening, though, I went out with my roommates and a friend from the mountaineering club. We went to a club called Workman's, and it was a great time and we met some interesting people there. After the club we went to a Chinese takeout place and all got spice boxes. Spice boxes are an Irish delicacy consisting of fried bits of chicken, fries, and veggies, all covered in seasoning and a curry sauce. It was the first bit of legitimately spicy food I've had since coming here, and boy did it compensate for all the bland food I've had this semester. It was so spicy I had to stop halfway through and save the rest for the next day. I loved every minute of it though.
We had Friday off for Good Friday, so after somehow dragging myself out of bed at 9am, I made my way down to Dalkey with some friends to do some outdoor climbing. Dalkey (a town about an hour south of Dublin by bus/train), is home to an old quarry that has been converted into an outdoor climbing area. We all had a great time getting to do some climbing outdoors, and we learned a bit about trad climbing from the more experienced club members.
Top: Me and my friend Joey hanging out in a hammock, me climbing.
Bottom: A wide shot of Dalkey quarry
After Dalkey, I went home and packed my bag for the overnight hike I was leaving for the next day.
On Saturday, I made my way down to Wicklow once again with the mountaineering club to start a two day hiking trip. After getting dropped off, we hiked a little less than 10 miles, and then set up camp. We spent the evening making food, playing games in the woods (where I ran into a tree), and enjoying our campfire.
Clockwise from top left: Me after running into the tree, my friend Fiona making sure her important gear is readily accessible, the lovely sunset, and a view from the hike
Day two of our hiking trip was a bit more challenging than the first. We ended up hiking four peaks and covering more than 12 miles, making it my longest day of hiking ever. We were all exhausted after the hike, but we stopped at a pub at the end of the hike, and that pint of Guinness made it all worth it. After returning to campus, I unpacked my stuff, at some food, and passed out.
Fearless hike leaders Darragh and Fiachra do the hard work of charting our path into the deep Irish wilderness
We also had Monday off for Easter yesterday, so I spent most of the day recovering from the exhausting hike and catching up on schoolwork.
Talk to y'all next week!
Sam Adler
Materials Science and Engineering
University College Dublin
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