#Father forthill

[waldobuttersdf]

That smells like Winter michief to me...

The new Pope only got elected because he called in a favor from Harry Dresden via Forthill

[yetanotheraspiringwriter]

My Dresden FanCast V2

Most of these are the same, but some are different. Part two coming soon, maybe.

Enjoy.

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden ~ Glenn Powell

Karrin Murphy ~ Hassie Harrison

Morgan ~ Hugh Jackman

Leanansidhe ~ Jessica Chastain

Lara Raith ~ Serinda Swan

Susan Rodriguez ~ Adria Arjona

Thomas Raith ~ Matt Bomber

Michael Carpenter ~ Alan Ritchson

OR

Henry Cavill

Molly Carpenter ~ Giorgia Whigham

Charity Carpenter ~ Emily Blunt

Johnny Marcone ~ Neal McDonough

Father Forthill ~ Paul Giamatti

Waldo Butters ~ Jay Baruchel

Nichodemus Archelone ~ Patrick Dempsey

Anastasia Luccio (Pre Body Swap)~ Salma Hayek

Anastasia Luccio (Post Body Swap) ~ Naomi Scott

Lasciel ~ Christna Hendricks (?)

Still Unsure about this one

AAAAAAAAnd that's all for now. I know for a fact some of these might be controversial (Look at you two Marcone and Nichodemus) But I'm hoping a lot of my picks are either interesting or at the very least entertaining.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

I looked up from the curb I was sitting on, still nursing my latest head injury and still mourning the fire damage and ash stains to the clothes I'd been forced to borrow from my brother. A tall man with dark skin, wearing firefighter gear and a resigned but irritated look was glaring down at me.

"Hey, Chief Boden. How's the family?"

A short response rumbled up from his chest. "Dresden."

I looked past him to the building his crew was still dealing with. "It's not my fault."

--

"Hank? Karrin Murphy to see you." Platt's voice came over the receiver from the front desk.

"Send her up."

A buzzing of a lock release and several terse footsteps across the Intelligence bullpen later, Voight shut the door to his office behind the petite blond woman. He walked around his desk, seated himself, and took out a bottle. He poured them each a small glass.

"So, you called me, Lieutenant. Was it just so you didn't drink alone, or can we get to the point?" She still took the glass.

A smile pulled at one side of Voight's face. "I knew your father, Collin, when he ran Special Investigations. Back when they called it the 'Black Cat Squad'."

"Mm."

"So I got a case my team's working that don't make no sense except the kind your father used to figure out. They're good cops, every one of 'em, but they're not ready for what's really out there. So I gotta ask you... how much are you like your father?"

--

"I want to thank you for taking the time to see me, Dr Charles." Michael Carpenter passed the man a paper plate laden with a burger and potato salad as he settled into the lawn chair next to him.

"Please, Michael, I'm off hours and this is as far off the books as you can get, call me Daniel." The older man inclined his head in thanks as he made an initial sampling of the food and collected his thoughts. "So, I gotta say, all the years of you being an Emergency Department regular, your stories about 'monsters' and 'triumph over evil' were a bit of a running joke if you'll forgive me for saying. Everyone in the E.D. just thought you had a great sense of humor about being at the center of misfortune so often, and were a bit of a storyteller."

"Never saw it as misfortune, just work that needed doing."

"Yeah, so Anthony tells me. I'll admit I was a little surprised to have him send someone my way as a patient, given that we're not exactly on the same page about the 'bigger' things in the world, so to speak."

Michael smiled, working on his own burger. "Father Forthill believes in the power of faith, but he also believes in putting our faith in trained professionals. So, how would you like to begin?"

"I usually find the beginning works best. Why don't you tell me about when you got that fancy toothpick of yours?" He nodded towards Amoracchius.

[dresdenfilesincorrectquotes]

Harry: Please don’t say anything stupid.

Thomas: I won’t, I promise.

Thomas: *shaking hands with Father Forthill* So, you’re God’s boyfriend?

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

Michael

Michael is the BEST CHARACTER in the ENTIRE SERIES. I'm not just talking favorite characters here, he's the final moral authority in the series. He is the Big Good. When the nonreligious MC has a problem of morality, Michael is the one he and the entire narrative turn to. He is tempted. He has struggled. And he's trusted by archangels and is a paladin in a real-world setting and he and his wife are deeply in love and have eight kids and. He makes me happy, okay.

Michael is a Knight of the Cross, working closely with Father Forthill and Saint Mary of the Angels. His power literally comes from how strong his faith is. The man's Catholicism basically gives him superpowers.

Vito

He's an Italian Mafia boss. And he's Catholic. Need I say more?

He's the fucking Godfather.

[harry-meepmeep-dresden]

Hobbit Tricks

Hello everyone. I submitted a microfiction to a fan fiction contest. Thank you @studiocitypsychic​ for helping me edit this! You’re amazing! I hope everyone enjoys it:  Buildings didn’t blaze with fire. Frogs weren’t raining down upon the city. Sidhe queens stayed clear of duking it out tonight. I intended to keep it that way.

If the fate of the world isn’t hanging in the balance, I’d typically spend this day of the year curled up enjoying my comfortable recliner, a cup of cocoa in one hand, book in the other, fireplace burning brightly in the background as I reveled in being the Grinch of Halloween. This holiday is all well and good when you’re not me.

Who am I? I’m the only wizard in the Chicago phone book, Harry Dresden. To say this day’s my least favorite is putting it mildly. This year I couldn’t just attempt to ignore it. No more fireplace, basement apartment, or staying in. I’m a dad, and there are certain responsibilities a single parent needs to live up to. It might not be saving Earth from becoming an undead paradise, but it’s still important. Tonight I’d be escorting two Hobbits and an ax-wielding Foo dog on an epic adventure to claim unspeakably valuable treasure…

Candy.

Father mode engaged as I let my baby girl help me get my fake bushy white eyebrows glued on. Maggie insisted they were absolutely necessary with the wig and beard. My beautiful little girl dressed up as Frodo. She had little makeup freckles on her cheeks, the elven cloak, and the iconic clothing made from what I guessed might be a pattern based on the movies, with lots of grays, greens, and browns. On top of that they’d picked out boots a few sizes too big and decorated them to look like Hobbit feet.

Scratching my jaw a little I determined I would not disappoint her by complaining about my costume she and Charity Carpenter made. Maggie and the Carpenters spent weeks on these outfits. No matter how itchy fake facial hair and wigs could be, not a single negative word would come out of my mouth about it. Anyway, I rarely get to dress up like one of my favorite fictional wizards, and this made both Maggie and me happy. Mouse wore a helmet, fake plastic ax, and that big goofy doggy grin of his. He couldn’t help it as he noticed how much Maggie enjoyed all of this.

Hope or another one of the Carpenter kids normally lead the trick-or-treating. They’d instead volunteered to help with Father Forthill’s trunk-or-treat at the church this year. Maggie and Hank demanded an old-fashioned door-to-door experience instead. I couldn’t lie about the fact that taking Maggie trick-or-treating made my heart grow three sizes.

We picked up Hank, and he brought out a map the Carpenter kids developed over years of experience of the best houses to get candy from. And with that, Sam, Frodo, Gandalf, and Gimli were off on an adventure. Now and then I’d whisper a spell, and Maggie’s plastic version of Sting would glow with a pale blue light. It delighted her and the surrounding kids. One house gave the kids full-sized candy bars as the adults complimented the costumes.

“Dad! Look!” she hurried over to show me. The large boots decorated to resemble Hobbit feet made running or walking tricky. She still half-waddled impressively fast. I whistled and smiled as she held up the candy bar.

“Seems the costumes impressed them. You did an amazing job, kiddo. I mean, these costumes couldn’t be more perfect. Starting to dig the beard. Maybe I should keep this look, huh?” I stroked the fake beard and tried impersonating that knowing stare into the distance Sir Ian McKellen used in the movies.

She giggled, hurrying off towards the next house, Mouse and Hank right by her side and me just behind. No way would those kids leave my sight. Her eyes lit up each time she said ‘trick or treat’. Every few houses she brought her bag over to show off the bounty of the adventure. It made painful memories wash away little by little. Soon we ran out of houses on the map. We were all loaded into the car as Hank checked his watch. I half expected him to jokingly call the watch ‘my precious’.

“Hey, Harry, isn’t there anywhere else you can take us? It’s still super early,” he pleaded as they buckled up.

“That’s all the places on the map, kiddo,” I replied, thinking about how fast we got through it, and blaming it on the kids’ energy and excitement.

“Nowhere else, dad?” I might not have seen it since I kept an eye on the road, but my dad senses felt the pout Maggie had while asking that.

“Alright, fine. Off to Helm’s Deep,” I grinned, changing direction to head to Murph’s house.

When we got there Murphy wasn’t home. There were no signs of foul play from what I could see. She might be at a party. I didn’t expect that with her injuries, but I’m not her keeper. I had really wanted to see her tonight, and couldn’t help the slight ache in my chest. Oh well, on to try Waldo’s place.

I gave a few quick knocks on Butters’ door when we arrived before waiting for an answer. No answer. He might be busy with knight business or his job. He enjoyed working late. Billy and Georgia were the next destination. They also weren’t home.

Before going to Thomas’ apartment, I called him. No answer. He and Justine were likely at a White Court party or busy with other activities. I’d rather not chance interrupting them with two kids in tow.

Back in the car, I noticed that Maggie and Hank were being remarkably quiet. Maybe they were bored. I tried to think about where else we might go. The church was a good option since they had set up games for the kids.

“Hey, sorry, it’s a bust. We’ll head to the church and see what they’re up-”

“No!” the two kids blurted out, interrupting me.“I mean, uh, I think I’d rather head home and you and Maggie could stay over and watch a scary movie or something?” Hank asked.

I turned to glance at the two of them and noticed Maggie change her attention to Mouse, away from Hank’s watch. The way they kept hovering over it, they reminded me of the Hobbits and the One Ring. Hopefully Maggie wouldn’t attempt biting off Hank’s entire hand to get it.

“Uh-huh… You two are up to something,” I said and narrowed my eyes.

“We don’t want the adventure to end just yet. We haven’t even been to Mordor,” Hank chimed with a half smile.

I needed to keep them safe from watching anything nightmare inducing or Charity’d mince me up and bake me into meat pies Sweeny Todd style. Out of the many monsters I’ve fought, I’d rather face them over her. Soon we parked in front of the Carpenters’ home. A shiver ran up my spine from the eeriness of Michael’s house with all the lights off. I thought at least one of the Carpenters would be home. Before I could ask Hank anything both the Hobbits rushed out trailed by the furry Gimli.

“Hey!” I shouted, not wanting to lose sight of them.

Why were they running off knowing how dangerous tonight of all nights could be? Might just be heading to the backyard to play, but it was still Halloween. Even knowing literal angels protected Michael’s property, my chest felt tight with worry when I couldn’t see the kids.

Once I entered the backyard, a bunch of lights blinded me.

“SURPRISE!” voices echoed in the night.

My eyes adjusted and I saw everyone and all the decorations they set up. The Carpenter family arranged themselves behind the table everyone had gathered around. I noticed Butters hanging out with the wolf pack to one side of the table. Murphy sat up in a chair with her crutches close by. Thomas and Justine were even there, wearing modest clothing and standing next to Murphy. The large cake on the table featured a t-rex picture on top, probably Butters’ idea. Next to it were plates and forks. A cooler filled with different soda sat next to the table. To top everything else off, the Monster Mash played in the background.

I felt Maggie hug my leg. Bending down, I picked her up and wrapped her into an even bigger hug. She kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around my neck as I held her close. Everyone had planned this together. They set me up. Michael brought out an old Polaroid camera to take pictures. Wizards don’t photograph well on most modern equipment.

“You sneaky little hobbitses,” I tried to say in my best Gollum impression before sniffling as the fake beard tickled my nose. “You tricked me.”

That smile she gave me made me feel… Well, let’s just say if it were sunny out I could have used magic to catch daylight in a handkerchief.

“Happy birthday, dad.”

[amcracchius-a]

@agentharrisonofshield​ said: ♦: Relationship with your Muse. // ☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why.

I can’t think of many other characters I love as much as I do Michael, to be honest. He’s just exactly what I like in characters, but also in actual people. He’s such a good person and although there are definitely aspects that would annoy me to no end in real life, that’s what makes him feel so much like an actual person. I’m going to keep it at that before this entire post changes into me gushing about Michael, but yeah, I love him so much.

There are a couple of moments that could rank as my favorites but I’m going to limit it to three of them in no particular order ( I’m so bad at choosing favorites ). 

That moment in Skin Game where Harry is talking to him and Michael uses his cane to trip Harry back into his chair, and then follows it up by calling Harry out for being arrogant.

When Alicia is kidnapped in The Warrior and Michael is so furious that he starts cursing at Father Forthill.

In Small Favour, I think?, when he and Harry nearly get into a fight because Harry made a remark about his children having to grow up without a father.

[aheroic]

Verse: Carpenter

“If I’d seen a kid like this in Chicago, I’d have taken him straight to Forthill and made the man place him somewhere where at least he’d get a square meal or three a day.”

The Dursleys, as settled as they were, made a decision to move to Chicago for a better job opportunity.  Very shortly after that, Harry was seen and bundled off by a scruffy-looking wizard to Saint Mary of the Angels church to see Father Forthill.  Not long after that, Harry found his place in the genuinely loving home of the Carpenters. 

Michael and Charity Carpenter treat Harry like their own child, and his six (later eight) siblings accept him almost as quickly.  When he comes into his magic in a way that can no longer be ignored, they ensure he receives the proper training.  Through everything, he is under the fierce protection of his father, a Knight of the Cross.  That is until he takes up the mantle himself.

[jedicollins]

@primechicagowizard

It’d been a few days now since the Dybbuk had been exorcised. And it didn’t really make things any easier. It wasn’t just that her ribs were aching from the CPR that’d been preformed and her back ached and itched like hell from the Dybbuk’s attack. It was the exorcism itself and the subsequent leaving of Harry before she’d woken up without giving her any answers? Yeah, that only left her with more questions.

A fuck ton of questions. Yes, that was the technical term for it.

Then there was the added fact that she didn’t feel safe anymore in her own apartment, even with Father Forthill being so kind to bless the place when he’d taken her home the following day. It didn’t feel safe anymore. Like some residual demonic energy was lingering. But since the removal of the Dybbuk, things had been quiet. It hadn’t been easy. Of course it couldn’t be after what she’d been through. There were a lot of nightmares about Vogoleth. In time, those would hopefully fade into the background. They’d crop up on occasion, no doubt to remind her of the dangers of the world, but in time, they should be gone. If not? Well, she could always talk to a therapist and get herself locked up for talking crazy.

Not the best course of action, but hey, it would at least give her some dreamless sleep. Yeah, no, it wasn’t funny. It wasn’t funny to joke about that kind of thing seeing as she knew this happened to people all the time. No doubt there were countless of people locked up in institutions who had really seen something but as it was human nature to deny things like this? It was sad to think about…

It probably didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep over the past few nights. By that point, she was sure there were bags under her eyes. It was to be expected if you were constantly plagued by nightmares and woke up screaming in the middle of the night.

Still, what to do with questions that needed answers? And what to do if those answers couldn’t be found online? Well, you went to the phone book. Luckily, there was one person in the phonebook who could help her with that.

Harry Dresden. Wizard for hire.

If he couldn’t give her the answers she needed? Then she didn’t know who would. Of course, there was father Forthill, and she’d been around to the church to talk to him about what had happened. Not to mention make a donation to the church funds as thanks for everything he’d done. (And yeah, maybe to have him bless the small cross pendant she’d been given as a present during her first communion, didn’t hurt to wear a religious symbol on you blessed by a priest). But he could only tell her so much about the things she wanted to know. It didn’t mean she didn’t still have her existential crisis about religion, however. But talking to the Father had eased some of the worries she had.

So, here she was, standing on the doorstep to the Wizard’s apartment. Carrying a hefty bag of groceries with her. Call it a payment on the services he’d provided for her.  After all, she kept insisting she would pay for his services, but he’d never listed a price, sooo… this was the next best thing, right?

She set the plastic shopping bag on the ground, shifting the plastic bag with lunch from a local eatery to her other hand as she reached up to knock on the door.

“Hope you’re home, Mr. Wizard.” she mumbled to herself.

[rumpledgoldenweaver]

Dresden Files dream cast

Bored so I’m casting Dresden Files in case anyone decides they want to remake it - and they should. Properly this time like they did the Terry Pratchett books.

Dresden - Tom Ellis

Voice of Bob - Eddie Izzard

Johnny Marcone - Robert Carlyle 

Michael Carpenter - Clive Standon

Karrin Murphy - Jennifer Morrison

Susan Rodriguez - Lesley Ann Brandt 

Charity Carpenter - Katheryn Winnick 

Donald Morgan - Hugh Laurie 

Father Forthill - Gabriel Byrne 

[blackstonedresden]

      Harry just didn't understand kids today. What happened to the days of a simple coffee, with maybe the occasional bit of sugar or milk tossed in? Now it's all about the fancy mocha lattes and frappuccinos. Georgia had rolled her eyes at Harry's voiced complaints.

      "They're good, Harry. You should at least try some." She handed him some cash. "Go buy a few coffees for us. There is this great place nearby that I'm sure you'll like. And you can get a plain old coffee for your plain old self."

      Harry had grumbled but wasn't about to turn down free coffee. He found his way to the shop pretty easily. As soon as he entered, he felt the slight tingle of sensation that comes from being near a member of the magical world, typically the Fae. Georgia had mentioned sensing something from the shop. Probably what drew her there in the first place. But she didn't feel the presence was menacing. Well, that's the problem with a lot of members of the magic side of things. They aren't malevolent or anything, it's just their nature. But he trusted Georgia's judgment. She had an intuition for these sorts of things.

      The shop was decently busy, but not overcrowded. A woman was behind a counter nearby making drinks, her back to him. Something in the way she moved seemed familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

      He approached the register, said, "Excuse me, I'd like to place an order," and looked down at the paper Georgia had written the orders on. When he looked back up, he felt his heart stop in his chest. A tide of emotions surged within him; confusion, heartache, anger, fear. All of these fought to rise to the surface as he stared at the woman in front of him.

      "Lash?"

      That was impossible. Lash was dead. This had to be an illusion or, or something. He had returned Lasciel's coin to Father Forthill nearly three years before. Had he accidentally touched it? Was this another shadow?

      "What are you? How is this possible?" He asked, uncertain. A sudden dark thought occurred to him. What if this was Lasciel? Could she alter someone's appearance like that? They could transform people into demented animals. If they could do that, odds were changing a person's appearance wasn't that big a deal. He instinctively shook out his shield bracelet, preparing for trouble.

@shadowxwithachoice

[ankhlesbian]

Sure father forthill can be a lwyer why not. Butcher couldnt be assed to make a new character i guess

[dresdenfilesincorrectquotes]

Father Forthill: Harry, go with god, or whoever watches over you… Harry: *standing next to Murphy* I have a guardian angel. she’s tiny, but she’s tough. Murphy: (ง'̀-‘́)ง

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side B

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

Father Anderson

He’s probably on some kind of crack during the entirety of the series, I literally don't remember any aspects of him other than the fact that he just goes “AMENNNN” sometimes and has a habit of stabbing the shit out if anything that isn’t catholic. He’s the founder of deranged catholic bastard gaming, he has to be.

Semi immortal scottish priest who works for the vatican's secret vampire killing order. He can carry an absurd number of bayonets on his person and teleport using bible pages. Hates the protestants and has beef with Dracula at the point that while they are both fighting against the army of nazi vampires who are invading London he tries to kill him because Dracula makes himself vulnerabile. He's more than ready to lead a crusade against England but when his boss (who Anderson himself raised) admits that it's for a personal power grab and not for any kind of religious reason he dosen't hesitate to kill him in cold blood. Eventually dies after becoming an holy abomination by stabbing his hearth whit a piece of the cross

He’s so out of his mind he battles jacked up twink Count Dracula, AKA Alucard with bayonets. Not a rifle, just bayonets. He’s merciless, constantly spouting off bible quotes and speaking of his hate for Protestants. He’s a member of the Judas Iscariot Organization, Vatican Section XIII, within the Irish Catholic Church. He becomes so obsessed with his desire to kill the Vampire Alucard, formerly Dracula, he impales himself through the heart with the Nail of Helena in order to transform into a humanoid monster of holy thorns. Though his attempts fail, as Alucard rips his heart out and returns him to dust, Anderson is described as “his beloved rival”. He is complex, badass and wickedly devout.

Since Integra is a dirty protestant, i'm adding the actual catholics in the mix instead.

I’m sure you’ve gotten him by now but just so you know, this man fights Dracula on the regular for the Catholic Church and says “Amen” like a lunatic.

He’s probably on some kind of crack during the entirety of the series, I literally don't remember any aspects of him other than the fact that he just goes “AMENNNN” sometimes and has a habit of stabbing the shit out if anything that isn’t catholic. He’s the founder of deranged catholic bastard gaming, he has to be.

Michael

Michael is the BEST CHARACTER in the ENTIRE SERIES. I'm not just talking favorite characters here, he's the final moral authority in the series. He is the Big Good. When the nonreligious MC has a problem of morality, Michael is the one he and the entire narrative turn to. He is tempted. He has struggled. And he's trusted by archangels and is a paladin in a real-world setting and he and his wife are deeply in love and have eight kids and. He makes me happy, okay.

Michael is a Knight of the Cross, working closely with Father Forthill and Saint Mary of the Angels. His power literally comes from how strong his faith is. The man's Catholicism basically gives him superpowers.

[carpenterwithacoin]

3 - Shiro, Waldo Butters, Father Forthill

3 - fuck, take a bullet for, murder

This... is complicated. 

I fuck Butters because he’s the youngest and most handsome. So let’s get to the tough choices. 

I think I’ll murder Shiro. The man was like an uncle to me and it’s going to hurt,  but that Knight scared Nicodemus. It would be an investment in reputation.

So I take a bullet for Father Forthill.  Maybe then I can join the Chicago Alliance? 

All bad choices, anon, well played. 

[winterladymolly]

☠, ╳, ☄ - Anonymous. 

The mun was an idiot and answered for the wrong muse. My apologies. This will now be rectified. 

☠ Do they fear death? - It’s less of a fear and more of an anxiety. Who she is and what she has become is now at war with the way she was brought up. Since becoming a wizard, followed by becoming the Winter Lady, Molly has realized there is a great deal more to the world than she ever really knew or understood. Once, she may have believed that magic made her evil and would have consigned her soul to Hell, but then she met Harry and knew that couldn’t possibly be true. Once, she may have believed that faeries were nothing more than demons out to lure people into not following the path of the righteous. Now, she is one of those that may have been previously viewed as demonic. Until she finds peace within herself, the anxiety of what happens when she dies will remain. 

 ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? - Help must be obtained. Winter might not be able to do it, but Father Forthill most likely can. And maybe her father. Knights are pretty singularly awesome people. 

☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? - Now that she can watch movies again, she might enjoy being the clinger every once in a while. Because there is something nice about being cuddled by someone else. Of course, if word of that ever got out....