#cillian meadow

[bobdylanfanpage]

so @meadows-jukebox and i made a tier list of our celeb crushes

my family always makes fun of me and says that my taste in men is malnourished/weird looking white boys and although i've tried to deny the accusations this made it sadly obvious to me and tbh this is embarrassing to share

BAEE: hayden christensen, bob dylan, leif garrett, tom cruise <3

respectable: george harrison, cillian murphy, jacksfilms, syd barrett, trey parker, gram parsons, paul mccartney, lorenzo zurzolo, danny gonzalez

Ehh: roger taylor, tom petty, christoper robins as captain von trapp, timothee chalamet, mark hamill, keith richards

No comment: roger daltrey, robert plant, jimmy page, roger waters, tobey maguire

Oh that's not... : johnny depp as willy wonka, jake tapper, the once-ler (before u come for me i was literally 8), ted allen (again i was just a kid), tobuscus, sid vicious

they were ranked on vibes. the only tiers that rlly matter are BAEE (cuz those are my current crushes) and then Oh that's not.... (cuz those are the worst ones i've ever had)

[jcinktinder]

Cillian Murphy wanted as the husband of a daycare owner who are starting to differ on their thoughts on Muggleborns on a jcink premium 1950s Riddle Era HP site.

Aja Naomi King wanted as the wife of a curse-breaker and mother of Dorcas Meadowes on a jcink premium 1950s Riddle Era HP site.

Taron Egerton wanted for a sibling plot where they annoy each other a lot on a jcink premium 1950s Riddle Era HP site.

[meat-the-sullivans]

The Sullivan Face Claims:

Demetri Sullivan: Cillian Murphy

Cade Sullivan: Finn Wolfhard

Dipper Sullivan: Elle Fanning

Grown Dipper: Deborah Anne Woll

Daffodil Swann: Saoirse Ronan

Tag: @shonkgobonk @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @emeraldfangs @queer-and-utter-chaos @frenziedslashers @mothmans-kingdom

[rpgadverts]

Cillian Murphy wanted as the husband of a daycare owner who are starting to differ on their thoughts on Muggleborns on a jcink premium 1950s Riddle Era HP site.

Aja Naomi King wanted as the wife of a curse-breaker and mother of Dorcas Meadowes on a jcink premium 1950s Riddle Era HP site.

Taron Egerton wanted for a sibling plot where they annoy each other a lot on a jcink premium 1950s Riddle Era HP site.

[senatushq]

NAME. Sathanas AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/him SPECIES. Archfiend OCCUPATION. Unemployed FACE CLAIM. Cillian Murphy

biography

( tw violence, murder, deicide ) Eden was never made for an entity such as himself, the wrathful hand of God personified. He had gorged himself on the atrocities of war for so long, how could he possibly force a place for himself in the now peaceful post-war utopia? Being a weapon was the reason Sathanas existed and without it he had nothing. The empty hole in his chest where his purpose for existing was filled with hatred and contempt for Ulthar’s newest creations. 

Paradise looks different to everyone, but the splendor brought forth by the elves was a far cry from what Sathanas would imagine his own paradise to be. Sathanas was at his happiest when he was drenched in the blood of his enemies, standing knee deep in a sea of corpses. Endless meadows sprung forth from the ground, flowers of every color always in full bloom.  Countless rows of trees, branches perpetually heavy with perfectly ripened fruit. All this life, nourished by the decomposing corpses of seraphim and dead gods alike, hidden just beneath the soil. 

When his other two siblings revered for their strength in battle, Michael and Tisiphone, knelt willingly to their father's newest toys, Sathanas felt his insides twist in disgust. Everything about this felt wrong. The promise that the mortal realm would belong to him and his siblings, the motivation that kept his seraphic blades wet with the ichor of elder gods, had all been a lie. His blind loyalty to his father had been shattered, the countless enemies he had slain had all been for nothing. A creature forged for battle and conquest, his respect had to be beaten out of him and was never freely given.  He could never bow to something weaker than himself. When Lucifer disobeyed their father, then Leviathan and Beelzebub, Sathanas followed soon after. Sathanas spat at the feet of their father when asked to swear his loyalty to preserving and protecting the humans. There was nothing here for him in Eden.

He struck down many of the angels still loyal to Ulthar before his grace was finally shredded and he fell into the Inferno, fated to oversee the fifth circle. Sathanas accepted his fate, the sweet taste of rebellion was fleeting but worth it. Although he would rule over this domain, Sathanas could see the chains that bound him to his throne. Lesser demons called him a king, but the presence of his sisters in arms now filling the role of his jailers was always there to remind him of what he really was. A prisoner. 

The fifth circle of the Inferno was now his home, a domain of constant war and torment that he would rule over. If he could not serve in heaven, then so be it, he would rule in hell.  Sathanas would gaze upon the wretched stygian marsh surrounding the fortress of Dis, watching in delight as damned souls ripped and tore at one another with wrathful abandon.The ones that fought the hardest always caught the king’s eye, a few truly degenerate souls that offered hatred and anger a home in their hearts. In Wrath’s circle of the inferno, psychological and physical torment live together in a fucked up matrimony. The damned souls that continue to struggle and toil hopelessly above the marsh feel every wound inflicted on themselves but without the mercy of death. Fatal wounds would immediately close, hopeless agony was the only thing here for the wrathful sinners that fell into Sathanas’ domain. The ones sullen with defeat sunk below the muck and mire, screams unheard but manifesting as bubbles bursting at the stinking surface. 

When the archfiend ascended the many layers of the Abyss to his domain, Sathanas did what he had always been designed to do. He damn near killed it. Sadistic as ever, he could have quickly dispatched the archfiend but instead Sathanas toyed with them for what felt like an eternity. Red hellfire danced in his eyes as he finally stole the archfiend's power for himself. The festering rot of the abyss flowed into the empty hole in his chest where his grace had once been, levels of power that he had not tasted since he fell from Eden all coming back to him. 

It was him who initially planted and sowed the vile seeds of discontent in Megaera's mind. The poison of the abyss poured into his half sister that served the role as his jailer. After taking her fill of punishment and torture within the circle of wrath for countless years, preying upon the Erinyes' jealous nature came naturally. Not even Ulthar’s most loyal of children were immune to the corruption that happened here, far below the surface and the eyes of God. Cacophonous laughter filled the halls of the blood keep of Dis as Megaera tore her sister's head from her body. Sathanas was thrilled that Alecto had finally been slain, he always thought she was the most annoying of the trio. 

The resurrection of the felled god Oztalun sent the City of Dis plummeting deeper into the depths of the abyss, breaking down the walls of the Inferno that held Sathanas and his seraphic archfiend siblings. The corruption of the abyss had failed to tarnish his loyalty to Lucifer, in fact their bond was only strengthened by the promise of overthrowing Elysia.  He would lay the butchered bodies of the Gods too stupid not to flee at the feet of the usurper king. Sathanas greeted the carnage and bloodshed that awaited him in the heavenly realm like an old friend.  This was what he was made for, after all. The archfiends made quick work of defiling these holy lands, golden Elysian fields painted red with the ichor of slain gods. This was the paradise that Sathanas had always envisioned for himself. An empty promise of ruling over a realm no longer sufficed for the archfiends, they would take this new kingdom with force and execute anyone that dared oppose them. Those who would refuse to kneel before Lucifer, would be crushed beneath Sathanas’ boot. 

personality

+ Loyal, intense, dutiful – Violent, ruthless, deceptive

played by chloe. cst. she/her.

[lethe-rpg]

Perhaps he was just born a few centuries too late. That’s what Fionn figures. Back in the day, when the world was young and fae things were properly fae, he’d have done just fine - carousing and thieving, making merry and managing all sorts of mischief. Without anybody getting their knickers in a twist. By the time he came along, though, there were just too many hidebound traditional types around the Otherlands. Fussy old bastards. That’s what he tells himself. Fionn, cut adrift by parents he never knew, chased after by a brother and sister who had better things to do, understood that he was something of a burden. Had he asked to be born? No. Wasn’t his fault.

But he was here, now, and he wasn’t about to let a moment pass where he wasn’t drinking life’s splendor dry. That’s what they were supposed to be about, wasn’t it? Those elder fae seemed to think he drank too deeply, though. He neglected his lessons in the history and magic of their kind, shook off stately affairs and protocols to run through the hills and dales with stranger, wilder faeries. Young and cocksure, Fionn took what gifts he’d been born to and scoffed at those that came harder, the ones that took work and thought to develop - the shifting of energies, that fae spark, the knowing of another’s heart. It was envy, maybe. His sister was so brilliantly talented in those crafts, his brother so respected, an artisan in iron. Was it fair, to hold himself to their older example? Perhaps not, but he did it all the same. And no matter what he managed, Fionn always, always came up short. Who was he trying to please, anyway? Those runaway parents? His beleaguered brother, his stifled sister? Himself, even? Fionn couldn’t say, so he couldn’t do it. And, in time, he stopped trying altogether.

A few duels, a couple scandalous affairs, and several spectacularly destructive incidents was all it took to turn the Otherlands against Fionn, in a decided sort of way. Let the humans deal with him, and his brother, too. Cora had already left, tired of the same old, same old staling madness of life among the fae. When they struck earth in Ireland, Fionn was too indignant to feel bereft. Or even awfully responsible. He was just being what he was meant to be, what they were all meant to be - a rover and a rambler, a lover and a singer of songs. And the human world was wonderful, really. Even if, eventually, they wound up having enough of his nonsense too. That was alright, though. He’d move on. To someplace new. There was so much to see, and so many people to share his music, his art, and, of course, himself with. So much for them to share with him, too - their revels and whiskey, ugly violence and breathtaking creativity. Study in contradictions, humans were. For once, Fionn found himself fond of research. Inevitably, that pulled him further and further from Faolan’s side. Then, of all things, his brother got himself a family. Started settling down. Like… humans, or something. So off Fionn strayed, for good, wandering from scene to scene, bed to bed, taking in all the wonder and mess humanity had to offer. Which was plenty. His family, such as they were, didn’t want or need him. And he didn’t want or need them, or anyone else, did he? Best to live in the present, with the company he had. Fleeting, mortal company, but lovely. His unnatural talent and his fae charms, roguish though they might be, made sure of that.

Unfortunately, now and then, even Fionn’s honeyed tongue and handsome eyes aren’t enough to get him out of the shit he stirs up. He’s quite literally stumbling into Lethe held together with duct tape and will, after falling afoul of the sort of people you really shouldn’t fall afoul of. Ever. Usually, his unnatural luck looks out for him. This time, he was very nearly gutted like a fish, a rabbit. He’d heard of a place, hidden in the woods, that drew magic and held it safely; somewhere like that would have somebody who could help, perhaps even one of his sort, to do a proper job of patching him up. So here he’s come, battered and worn. Never had the knack for healing, not for a scratch, nevermind anything so bad as this. But somebody around Lethe will. Probably. Not that he has money to pay, not at the moment - had to drop and run, after all. But he’ll find a way to make good. Or leave, quickly, whichever winds up being simpler. That’s the notion, anyway…

Unsurprisingly, Fionn hasn’t the foggiest idea what’s been going on in Lethe. He doesn’t even know his brother, sister, and daughter, all long lost, are in town, nevermind that people have been crawling out of the river on the regular. You’d think a creature with a life so long as his might be disturbed by the thought of your memories getting washed away, but… honestly, Fionn doesn’t remember terribly much with perfect, sober clarity. He’s been drinking, drugging, brawling, sleeping, and musing his way across and around the world for centuries, and the Otherlands are a distant recollection. Even his many sweethearts have faded away, with the years. All but one, the one he tried to forget most, honestly - Aurora. Beautiful beyond sense, for a human; every bit as sweetly ferocious as the summer he was made from. They shared some sweet times together, months in the California sun, tearing down the boulevards, tumbling about in the soft, fine sand. It was all fun and games, and love. You can have all three, he’d insist. Then it turned out she was pregnant. Fionn was gone by morning, slipping away in the dark. Only, he couldn’t keep going. Not this time. He’d never had a child of his own. Not that he knew of, at least. Never even met his own father. What could he do for Aurora, now? Put down stakes? It wasn’t in his nature. Be contrary to everything he’d ever been. But Fionn came back, all the same, slinking through the door. And he left. And he came back. And he left. And so on, flitting about like some frightened bird, bringing gifts and money when he had any, trying to feel right about any of it. Aurora, bless her, wanted him to be there. Fionn couldn’t understand why. Still, there he was, when the time came; her hand in his, and, then, a beautiful baby girl in his arms. Then, then… a crush of screaming hospital monitors, nurses, and doctors, pushing him out. As his Aurora left, without warning. Their girl wailed. It was just the two of them, now, and Fionn, he’d barely been prepared for the three of them. He tried, though. For a while, anyway. But it was obvious, wasn’t it? Fionn had never been nothing but trouble. An incapable wastrel. They were right, weren’t they? For all the magic in his blood, there’d been nothing at all he could do; another faerie, a better one, could have saved Aurora, made sure she lived to see her little girl grow up. But Fionn wasn’t better, and he wasn’t going to get better, and even if he did, it was far past time where that meant anything. She was gone. He didn’t even have the strength to name their child - it could only be unlucky, couldn’t it? A name from her craven, bastard father. She deserved more. She needed more. And so, he did the only thing that made much sense at all: tucked her into another baby’s bed, bound for a family. That was the last time Fionn saw his daughter, the last time he ever expected to see her. Like the rest of his blood, she would be better off without him.

Fate appears to have other plans, as ever - meaning a few Riverborn will be far from Fionn’s mind. Far and away…

[garfieldsladybird]

Fandoms + Characters.

when it’s crossed out it means I’m not writing for them.request are; open. — requesting info.

(p) = platonic.

• Celebrities

Timothée Chalamet. Andrew Garfield. Adam driver. Billie Eilish. Oscar Isaac. Finn Wolfhard. Sturniolo triplets. Dylan is in trouble. Joseph Quinn. Jamie campbell bower. Henry Cavill. Cillian Murphy. Dylan O’brien. Scarlett Johansson.

• Harry Potter.

— golden trio era.

Hermione Granger. Harry potter. Draco Malfoy. Ron Weasley. Fred Weasley. George Weasley. Ginny Weasley. Luna lovegood. Neville Longbottom. Theodore Nott. Cederic Diggory. Pansy Parkinson. Blaise zabini.

— marauders era.

James Potter. Remus Lupin. Sirius Black. Lily Evens. Frank Longbottom. Alice Fortescue. Peter Pettigrew. Marlene McKinnon. Dorcas Meadowes. Regulus Black. Severus Snape. Lucius Malfoy. Bellatrix Black. Narcissa Black.

— lords & beasts era.

Tom riddle. Abraxas Malfoy. Gellert Grindelwald. Newt Scamander. Tina Goldstein. Credence Barebone. Queenie Goldstein. Nagini. Leta Lestrange. Theseus Scamander. Jacob Kowalski.

• Marvel.

Avengers: Steve Rogers. Thor. Tony stark. Natasha Romanoff. Bruce Banner. Clint Barton.

-> Doctor Strange. Vision. Wanda Maximoff. Pietro Maximoff. Bucky Barnes. Sam Wilson. Kate bishop. Yelena Belova. Shang-Chi. T'Challa Udaku. Matt Murdock. Scott Lang. Peter quill. Gamora. Loki. Hela.

spider-men: tasm!Peter Parker. tom.h!Peter Parker. Gwen Stacy(s). Aunt may.

spider-man: into the spider-verse: Miles Morales. Gwen Stacy Aaron Davis. Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew. Hobie Brown, a.k.a. Spider-Punk. Peter B. Parker. Pavitr Prabhakar.

eternals: Thena. Ikaris. Sersi. Druig. Makkari. Kingo. Gilgamesh. Thena.

S.H.I.E.L.D: Daisy Johnson. Melinda May. Bobbi Morse. Maria Hill. Leo Fitz. Jemma Simmons. Robbie Reyes. Deke Shaw. Lance Hunter. Grant Ward. Lincoln Campbell. Yo-yo Rodriguez. Al ‘Mack’ McKenzie. Antoine Triplett.

• Arrowverse.

Barry Allen. Wally West. Iris West. Cisco Ramon. Caitlin Snow. Nora West-Allen. Ralph Dibny. Allegra Garcia. Chunk. Gypsy. Julian Albert. Harrison Wells(all). Oliver Queen. Thea Queen. Felicity Smoak. Sara Lance. Ray Palmer. Nathan Heywood. Leonard Snart. Jefferson Jackson. Mona Wu. Astra Logue. Behrad Tarazi. Gary Green. Amaya Jiwe. Kuasa. Spooner. Gideon. Martin Stein. Mick Rory. Kara Zor-El. Alex Danvers. Lena Luthor. Winn Schott. Nia Nal. Mon-El. Jimmy Olsen. Andrea Rojas. Lois Lane. Brainiac 5. Kal-El, Clark Kent, Superman. Louis Lane. Jordan Kent. Jonathan Kent. Sarah Cushing.

• Twilight.

Edward Cullen. Jasper Hale. Rosalie Hale. Carlisle Cullen. Emmett Cullen. Charlie Swan. Bella Swan. Jacob Black. Angela Weber. Leah Clearwater. Seth Clearwater. Sam Uley. Laurent.

• Avatar 1 & 2. (way of water)

Water Avatars: Ronal. Tsireya. Tonowari. Aonung. Rotxo.

Jake Sully. Neytiri. Tsu'tey. Dr. Grace Augustine. Mo'at. Miles Quaritch(depends). Norm Spellman. Trudy Chacon.

2: Neteyam. Lo'ak. Kiri Sully. Spider(NO SMUT!). Tuktirey(NO SMUT!)

• Peaky Blinders.

Thomas 'Tommy' Shelby. Polly Gray. Arthur Shelby. Sir Oswald Mosley. Grace Burgess. Alfie Solomons. Finn Shelby. John Shelby. Michael Gray. Lizzie Stark. Ada Shelby. Esme Shelby. Gina Gray. Freddie Thorne. May Carleton. Bonnie Gold.

• The Witcher.

Geralt of Rivia. Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Ciri. Dara. Yennefer. Tissaia. Queen Calanthe. Renfri Vellga. Triss Merigold. Fringilla Vigo. Fringilla Vigo. Eskel.

• Stranger Things.

Mike Wheeler. Will Byers. Dustin Henderson. Lucas Sinclair. Jonathan Byers. Argyle. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Peter Ballard/One-001/Henry Creel. Jim Hopper. Max Mayfield. Eleven-011/Jane Hopper. Nancy Wheeler. Barbara Holland. Vickie. Robin Buckley. Chrissy. Joyce Byers.

• The One Hundred.

Octavia Blake. Bellamy Blake. Clarke Griffin. Lexa. Finn Collins. Raven Reyes. Jasper Jordan. John Murphy. Monty Green. Madi Griffin. Lincoln. Jordan Green.

• The umbrella Academy.

Vanya/Victor Hargreeves. Number Five. Allison Hargreeves. Klaus Hargreeves. Diego Hargreeves. Ben Hargreeves. Lila Pitts. New #1, Marcus Hargreeves. New #2, Ben Hargreeves. New #3, Fei Hargreeves. New #5, Sloane Hargreeves. New #6, Jayme Hargreeves.

• Teen Wolf.

Stiles Stilinski. Scott McCall. Derek Hale. Allison Argent. Lydia Martin. Isaac Lahey. Liam Dunbar. Theo Raeken. Brett Talbot. Nolan Holloway. Malia Tate. Jackson Whittemore. Kira Yukimura. Erica Reyes. Cora Hale. Ethan and Aiden. Paige Krasikeva.

• Maze Runner.

Thomas. Newt. Minho. Teresa. Chuck(NO SMUT!) Alby. Gally. Ben. Frypan. Aris Jones.

• Wednesday series.

Enid Sinclair. Ajax Petropolus. Bianca Barclay. Eugene Otinger. Dr. Valerie Kinbott. Thing. Yoko Tanaka. Young Gomez. Wednesday Addams. Morticia Addams. Gomez Addams. Pugsley Addams. Marilyn Thornhill. Tyler Galpin. Larissa Weems. Xavier Thorpe.

• Sex Education.

Maeve Wiley. Aimee Gibbs. Ruby Matthews. Olivia. Ola Nyman. Lily Iglehart. Jean Milburn. Vivienne Odusanya. Maureen Groff. Otis Milburn. Steve Morley. Isaac Goodwin. Jakob Nyman. Sean Wiley. Dex Thompson. Eric Effiong; platonic. Adam Groff; depends. Rahim; platonic. Anwar Bakshi; platonic.

• Psych.

Shawn Spencer. Burton "Gus" Guster. Carlton Lassiter. Juliet O'Hara. Abigail Lytar. Pierre Despereaux. Marlowe Viccellio. Buzz McNab.

• 911.

Evan Buckley. Howie Han. Albert Han. Maddie Kendall. Bobby Nash. Athena Grant. Michael Grant. May Grant. Eddie Diaz. Christopher Diaz(p). Henrietta Wilson. Karen Wilson. Abby Clark. Ravi Panikkar.

• 911: Lone Star.

Tk; Tyler Kennedy Strand. Carlos Reyes. Judson Ryder(p). Owen Strand. Charles Vega (p). Wyatt Harris. Nancy Gillian. Marjan Marwani. Mateo Chavez. Paul Strickland. Michelle Blake. Tommy Vega. Grace Ryder. Julius Vega.

• Hawaii Five-0.

Steve McGarrett. Danny "Danno" Williams. Kono Kalakaua. Wo Fat. Catherine Rollins. Grace Williams (p). Lori Weston. Adam Noshimuri. Joe White (p). Tani Rey. Lou Grover (p). Jenna Kaye. Chin Ho Kelly. Kamekona. Jerry Ortega. Sang Min Soo. Rachel Edwards. Gabriel Waincroft. Junior Reigns. Doris McGarrett. Eric Russo. Michael Noshimuri. Charlie Fong. Dr. Max Bergman. Samantha Grover (p). Mary Ann McGarrett. Renee Grover. Clara Williams. Kawika.

• Disney.

Wizards of Waverly place; Alex Russo. Max Russo. Justin Russo. Mason Grayback. Harper Finkle. Zeke.

Good Luck Charlie; Teddy Duncan. Pj Duncan. Gabe Duncan. Spencer Walsh. Ivy Wentz. Skyler. Emmett Heglin.

Descendents; Mal. Evie. Ben. Carlos. Jay. Harry Hook. Uma. Lonnie. Doug.

Liv and Maddie; Liv Rooney. Parker Rooney. Josh Willcox. Diggie Smalls. Maddie Rooney. Joey Rooney. Dump Truck. Andie. Willow Cruz. Holden Dippledorf.

Kickin' It; Jack Brewer. Kim Crawford. Milton David Krupnick. Jerry Martínez.

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽.

[path-to-ensightenment]

A few shots from my day capturing Peaky Blinders and Peaky Peakers for the Manchester Evening News at Wigan’s Swan Meadow Trading Estate.

[slytherindisaster]

Full Name: Gabriel Leonard Sapieha

Nicknames: n/a

Birthday: September 15, 18– 

Zodiac: Virgo

Blood Status: Pureblood

Gender Identity: male (he/him)

Sexuality: heterosexual

Nationality: British (of Polish descent)

Hometown: Portsmouth, Hampshire, England

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ESFJ (The Consul)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Strengths: caring, brave, funny, protective, resourceful, curious, loyal, independent

Weaknesses: reckless, self-centered, sarcastic, stubborn 

Interests/Hobbies: astrology, duelling, potion making, calligraphy, dance, writing

APPEARANCE 

Faceclaim: Colin Firth

Voiceclaim: Colin Firth, Krzysztof Malajkat

Build: slim, not very muscular 

Hair: brown, curly & messy when longer;

Height: 5ft 9in / 180cm

Eyes: hazel

Skin: pale

Body Modifications: n/a

Scars/defects: Minor scars and burn marks on his hands from duells and potions that went wrong; a large burn on the left side of his neck that he gets in his early 30s

Fashion:

WITCHCRAFT 

Wand: Vine, veela’s hair core, 12 inches, hard

Vine wands are among the less common types, and their owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Vine wands seem strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths.

Animagus Form: n/a

Patronus: white eagle

Boggart: Herd of wild horses running right at him

Riddikulus: The horses all trip and roll aside 

Amortentia

what does he smell like to others?: parchment, pine, leather, macassar oil

what does he smell?: meadow breezes, books, linen, vanilla

Favorite Spells: Episkey, Pumpkin-Head Jinx

Misc. Magical Abilities: Veela Magic, Occlumency, Apparition

HOGWARTS 

House: Gryffindor 

Best Subject: Potions, Transfiguration 

Worst Subject: History of Magic

Third Year Options: Arithmacy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination

N.E.W.T.s: Potions, Charms, DADA, Alchemy, Herbology, Transfiguration 

Extracurriculars: Duelling Club 

Quidditch Position: n/a

AFTER HOGWARTS 

18—21: Healer in Training

21—24: Resident at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

24—31: Healer at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

31+: Healer-in-charge of the Poisoning Department at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

65+: Retiree

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Józef "Joe" Sapieha

Mother: Florence Sapieha (née Rowle) 

Younger Brother: Christopher Joseph "CJ" Sapieha

Younger Sister: Margaret Pearl Sapieha

Pets: Mieszko (a white owl)

Dormmates: The Gryffindorks + Galen Stagg

Best Friends: Teddy Ellison @cursebreakerfarrier; Tadhg Lynch @unfortunate-arrow; Roel Leeuwenhoek @fairywrenn; Josie Edwards

Friends: Lysander Mercury; Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier; Victoria Montgomery @nightmaresart; Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch; Siobhan Llewelyn, Oliver Gerard @kc-and-co; Grant Kennedy, Niamh Kelly @unfortunate-arrow; Daniel Gibson @catohphm; Theo Abbott @smarti-at-smogwarts

Rivals: Cillian Lynch @unfortunate-arrow

Enemies: tbd

Love Interest: Roxanne Haley @beloved-bucky

Son: Joseph Victor "Jojo" Sapieha

Daughter: Elisabeth Charlotte Sapieha

Adopted Daughter: Winifred Rose Sapieha

FAVORITES

Color: mahogany

Food: classic polish cheesecake

Flower: camellia

Drink: black tea with a slice of lemon

Book: The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas

Music: tbd

Season: autumn 

MISC.

— Pinterest Board

— Gabriel's Playlist

— Gabriel x Roxie Playlist

— The Gryffindorks Playlist

template credit to the amazing @thatravenpuffwitch <3

[strawbecupcake]

Introducing Cillian!❤️

I was lucky anough to get this lovely girl in a character trade a week or so ago and since then have decided to used as not only one of my secondary sonas but as my own maid(s) guardcat sorta character insert^^

Im honestly not super sure what role she plays in the story yet but I do have some general ideas and notes I’ve come up with:

-Cillian is a werecat

-They usually have their bangs down though she doesn’t complain if someone styles her bangs

-99.9% she is absolutely FERAL, hence her and Daniela get along swimmingly

-She loves to hang around Donna when she’s allowed out of the boundaries of castle Dimitrescu

-Nicknamed Donna ‘Flower’ (she thinks Donna is pretty and so is deserving of such a lovely name^^)

-Goes out foraging with Donna during the seasons, particularly enjoys picking flowers with Donna in the local meadows during spring

-She definitely makes lots of flower crowns for Donna so the knows she’s beautiful 😡💖

-She’s incredibly overprotective, will 100% maul a bitch no questions asked

-They consider Alcina and her daughters to be her adoptive family (which is recuperated)

-Cillian, Daniela and Cassandra definitely team up regularly to reek havoc on poor Bela

-They go by she/her/they/their/them pronouns^^

-I suppose she would almost act as like a guard dog (guard cat?), regularly patrolling both the Dimitrescu and Beneviento premisses

-Frequently gets into scraps with lycans

-She can mutate but only if she’s: A) Is force to and has absolutely no other options but to, B) Is accentually on the brink of death, or C) She hasn’t consumed the needed amount of flesh and blood she requires to keep herself in a stable condition^^

-One of her favourite pastimes in winter is to cuddle up with the girls and Alcina by a fire while Alcina reads them fairytales (majority of which Daniela chooses^^)

If you would like to check out her toyhouse profile I’ll leave a link to it here too^^ https://toyhou.se/11759733.cillian

[reggiedarlin]

Dorcas Meadowes headcannons

T.W mention of food and eating disorders which could make people uncomfy.

6’0. She loves it it makes her feel powerful.

Pansexual.

Irish. She has a very strong Irish accent like you can hear her coming from a mile away.

Light brown skin and always has her hair in braids.

Had a crush on Marlene since second year and was ecstatic when Marlene agreed to going on a Hogsmeade date with her in fifth year.

Doesn’t play quidditch but works out with Marlene and watches all her games and practices.

LOVED to eat. Like could eat for Ireland.

Was the person you could go to for advice like if anyone is asked for advice they’d be like “I’m sorry I really don’t know what i should say but I know Dorcas will know what to say”.

Loved when Marlene fell asleep because she could just watch as her face finally relaxed from all the stress.

Helped Marlene with her ED and watched proudly as she recovered.

A LOT of freckles. Whenever she fell asleep somewhere Marls likes to count them and it helps her sleep.

LOVES helping people like you need help with something and Dorcas is there in two seconds flat.

After Marlene died she married a muggle man named Cillian Finnegan and had a baby boy named Seamus Finnegan.

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[buffythecomicslayer]

Excerpt from Slayer, book 2: Chosen, by Kiersten White

The world is quiet now.

It used to be so loud. So much chatter, beating, drumming, buzzing buzzing buzzing. The buzzing of it all. It used to keep him awake at night, inescapable, like mites crawling through his veins. Sometimes he would scratch at his arms until they bled, but even the bleeding never dampened the buzzing.

Until it stopped. All the lines to and from the world, all the hungry beings clawing and sucking and pawing at it, everything cut off.

But not him. He is still here. And with everything quiet, he can finally focus. He’s powerless, which is unfortunate but temporary. Everything here is temporary. He will not be.

He strokes his arms, smooth and unscarred, so deceptively human-looking. But he is no human. And this world, this quiet world, this cut-off and free-floating world, this magic-less and empty world, this unprotected and uncontested world, this waiting world—

He will be its god, and everyone will buzz with him beneath their veins, they will breathe and bleed and live and die for him, and it will be good.

Amen.

1

The demon appears out of nowhere. Claws and fangs fill my sight, and every instinct screams kill. My blood sings with it, my fists clench, my vision narrows. The vulnerable points on the demon’s body practically flash like neon signs.

“Foul!” Rhys shouts. “No teleportation, Tsip! You know that.” Even while playing, Rhys can’t help but be a Watcher, shouting out both advice and corrections. He’s not wearing his glasses, which makes his face look vague and undefined. Cillian passes him, mussing Rhys’s carefully parted hair into wild curls and laughing at Rhys’s frustration.

I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head of the impulse to kill this demon I invited into our home and swore to protect. “It’s just soccer,” I whisper. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even like soccer.”

“Football, bloody American,” Cillian sings, neatly stealing the ball from me. His shorts are far shorter than the January afternoon should permit, but he seems impervious to cold. Unlike those of us who are translucently pale at this point in winter, his skin is rich and lovely. He passes to Tsip. Tsip is a vaguely opalescent pink, shimmering in the sunlight. She paints her claws fun colors when we do manicure nights and I try desperately not to miss Artemis.

I stay rooted to the ground where I’m standing. Tsip caught me off guard, but that shouldn’t matter. I like her. And the fact that I went from trying to score a goal to plotting a dozen ways to kill my opponent in a single heartbeat is frankly terrifying. I can’t get my heart under control, can’t shake the adrenaline screaming through my veins.

“Gotta take over for the Littles. I’m out.” I wave and jog from the field. No one pays me much attention. Jade is lying on the ground in front of the goal, the worst goalkeeper ever. Rhys and Cillian are body-checking each other in increasingly flirty ways. Tsip keeps shimmering and then resolidifying as she remembers the no-teleportation rule. They’re all happy to keep going without me, unaware of my internal freak-out.

I’ve deliberately kept them unaware. Things here are going so well. I’m in charge. I can’t be the problem. So none of them know how I can’t sleep at night, how my anger is hair-trigger fast, how when I do manage to sleep, my dreams are...

Well. Bad.

They don’t need to know and I don’t let them. Except for Doug, his bright yellow skin almost nineties Day-Glo levels in the thin winter sun. Annoying emotion-sniffing demon. He watches me from our goal, his nostrils flared. I can’t lie to him the way I can to everyone else. I shake my head preemptively. I don’t want to talk about it. Not with him. Not with anyone. There’s only one person I want to talk to about it, but Leo Silvera’s not exactly available.

I do a quick sweep of the perimeter of the castle. Leo loved me. Check the woods. Leo betrayed me. Check the locks on the outbuildings. Leo saved me. Pause and just listen and look, feeling for anything pushing against my instincts. I let Leo die.

I keep walking. Leo loved me, betrayed us, saved us, and then died, and I can’t be sad without being mad or mad without feeling guilty or guilty without feeling exhausted.

Past the meadow, the tiny purple demons are taking turns pushing each other on the tree swing. That, or they’re trying to push each other off. It’s hard to tell with them. With nothing else needing my attention outside, I end up at the front stairs to the castle.

“Hey, Jessi.” I wave halfheartedly to our resident vengeance demon. She’s leading the Littles through an elaborate game of hopscotch. George Smythe, bundled up and barely able to see under a floppy knit hat, is shouting each letter as he lands on it. “G!”

“What?” Jessi snaps at me.

“E!”

“I can take over for you.” I find the Littles soothing. They might be three incredibly hyper children constantly needing snacks, entertainment, and education, but at least none of them ever randomly triggers a kill reflex in me.

“A!”

“No,” Jessi says, her voice as sweet as summer fruit. “G-E-what-comes-next...”

“O!” George course corrects, wobbling on one short leg before jumping to the required O.

“Good! Oh, you’re so clever. Priya, how are your letters coming?” Priya, a tiny moppet with shiny black hair, is crouched over her own chalk work, which looks more like Klingon than any alphabet I’m familiar with. “Very good, darling! You’re really working hard. Hold the chalk with one hand, like we talked about. Thea, love, fingers out of noses, please — that’s a dear.”

And to think, we once considered these children the entire future of the Watchers. I watch as Thea spins until she falls flat on her bottom. Actually, the future of the Watchers is pretty accurately captured here. I pat Jessi on the arm. “So, you can take the afternoon off.”

Everything sweet in Jessi’s voice turns to ice. “I said no. I don’t trust you with these three precious wonders. We have an entire day’s curriculum to get through, and we haven’t even done story time yet or finished our art projects. Are you going to do any of that with them?”

“I— I could?”

“You were going to turn on a cartoon and read while their fertile minds were filled with weeds.”

Jessi doesn’t have her powers anymore, but I’m pretty certain if she did, I would have been vengeance-demoned right into something oozing and seeping. She’s already turned away from me and back to her three charges. Her whole face is full of gentle warmth and absolute love.

“R!” George declares, hopping emphatically down on it. Jessi claps like he’s cured the common cold.

Thoroughly dismissed, I skulk up the stairs and into the castle. Jessi could at least pretend to be nice. She’s got a lot of enemies out there — vengeance is a nasty cycle — and without her powers she’s vulnerable. We took her in despite her obvious hatred for everyone over the age of ten. There was some debate, given her history, but my mom argued in her favor. It’s a little easier to forgive a vengeance demon who made it her immortal life’s work to avenge children than a vengeance demon who specialized in, say, fantasy league sports rivalries.

But Jessi’s dismissal leaves me with nothing to do. I used to have my medical center and my studies, all my little Watcher duties. Even with so few of us, the castle ran as near to Watcher traditions as we could manage. Which in retrospect was absurd, since we didn’t have a Slayer and weren’t actually doing anything Watchers should.

But now everything has changed. We lost Watchers — Wanda Wyndam-Pryce, sulking off into the sunset, good riddance. Bradford Smythe, murdered. Eve Silvera, secretly a succubus demon and murderer, smushed thanks to my actions. Artemis, off to find herself with her awful girlfriend, the thought of whom makes my jaw ache as I grind my teeth. And Leo, who didn’t warn us what his mother was (and what he was) but fought her to give us enough time to stop her from opening a new hellmouth.

And now we have a Slayer, again some more, thanks to Leo somehow returning the powers his mother stole from me. I don’t know how he did it, and it hurts too much to think about, like everything else. I spend so much of my days trying not to think, and it’s harder than it should be. I used to believe that all Slayers did was act without thinking. I was wrong, but I wish it were true. There’s so little acting and so much thinking these days.

It’s good. It’s all good. It’s good, I remind myself, over and over like a chant. Sanctuary, what we decided to turn our castle into, is just starting out, but it’s exactly what we dreamed it could be. We’ve taken in demons who had nowhere else to go. We’re keeping them safe, and ourselves safe, and we’ll keep looking for those who could benefit from the generations of knowledge and abilities we have. We’re protecting, not attacking or destroying.

Between our new demonic additions and existing Watchers, everyone has tasks and times to do them. It’s more work than anyone anticipated, keeping everyone taken care of and fed, making sure the castle runs like it should. But so far everyone is happy. Everyone is safe.

I sink down against the wall, feeling the cold of the stone radiating outward. The unpellis demon, all four gentle eyes soft and brown and hopeful, snuggles up to my side like a dog. It’s more animal than human in nature, nonverbal, and still recovering from its frequent de-skinning treatment in Sean’s demon-drug manufacturing scheme. I saved Pelly from that cellar.

I didn’t save everyone, though.

I wrap my arms around Pelly and close my eyes. Everything is exactly what we dreamed it could be. Except I feel Leo’s loss everywhere, and I miss my twin, Artemis, with a constant, physical ache.

And, worst of all, with enough time after Tsip surprised me to calm down and remind my body there’s no danger...

I still feel like killing something.

[fionnolonan]

I. THE SIMPLE THINGS FULL NAME: Fionn a Mór Ríoghain CURRENT ALIAS: Fionn Ó Lonán PAST ALIASES: Fionn Meadowes, and many, many more besides. HOW TO SAY IT: Fee-unn, like Ian with an F, emphasis on the back half. Sounds a lot like Finn, but not quite.  DATE OF BIRTH: Summer. That’s it. Summer, in the Otherlands, a long, long time ago.  AGE: 1002, in earthly years.  OCCUPATIONS: Artist, horse catcher, horse thief, pickpocket, bootlegger, drug dealer, highwayman, bank robber, general musician, and wedding, wake, and bar singer, in particular. LANGUAGES: Sidhe, Gaelige, English, a conversational and rusty smattering of others.

II. THE LOOKS FACE CLAIM: Cillian Murphy HEIGHT: 5′ 7′′ BUILD: Wiry  HAIR COLOR: Black REAL HAIR COLOR: Blonde EYE COLOR: Blue DOMINANT HAND: Left SCARS: Several. As a fae, he does heal better than a human might; but he’s a bar-fighting bastard, and he’s taken his share of licks. The most noticeable at present are a slash across his right eyebrow, a gash just under his chin, some scarring across his knuckles, the faint traces of a stabbing in his right forearm, and, of course, the gruesome gut wound that’s not quite a scar yet - that cuts down from just over the left side of his ribs, curving and zagging down to the lower right side of his belly.  TATTOOS: Many, mostly his own art - some are Aurora’s. Botanicals, animals, and constellations are major themes. PIERCINGS: Earlobes, intermittently. Not at present. 

III. THE RAMBLINGS BORN TO: The Otherlands PAST RESIDENCES: Many, most briefly, quite a few very poorly recalled due to immoderate consumption of various substances. He started in medieval Ireland, anyway... CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lethe, Washington CRIMINAL RECORD: Yes. Several. Under a few names.  SOUVENIRS: Having lost plenty along the way and left behind just about everything on his mad scramble out of Nevada, his last port of call, all Fionn currently has to remember his adventures and mishaps by are his many tattoos, a couple old keys on a fine chain, a string of carnelian beads, and a ceremonial silver dagger that he stole from a fae noble back in the Otherlands. Which is, coincidentally, why he and Faolan (mostly him, Faolan by association) got kicked out into the mortal world in the first place. It was going to be a gift.

IV. THE TIES MOTHER: Mór Ríoghain a Fionnuala FATHER: Who even knows, honestly? SIBLINGS: Faolan and Cora a Mór Ríoghain/Meadowes IN LAWS, OR CLOSE TO: Sabine Devereux, Arthur Talbot NIBLINGS: Gabriel Maddox, Katia Kjar, Riley Voss LOVED AND LOST: Aurora Wilson CHILDREN: Fiona Laughlin

V. THE WAYS MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral QUALITIES: Creative, perceptive, generous, charismatic, gregarious FLAWS:  Flighty, irresponsible, opportunistic, defensive, stubborn ASPIRATIONS: None. Literally none. Ever. Fionn doesn’t do “goals.”  FEARS: Sobriety and facing his family. He’s avoided both for a few reasons, for a long, long time.

VI. THE TASTES COLORS: Deep greens and blue skies.  INSTRUMENTS TO PLAY: The fiddle, guitar, harmonica, and pipes, in that order.  GENRES: Fantasy, poetry, and a good tragedy, now and then. SEASON: His own, summer.  DRINKS: Proper Irish whiskey, above all, followed by the Scotch stuff, then bourbon, kirsch, slivovitz, brandy, gin, vodka, tequila, beer, obviously... most alcohols. And tea.  FOOD: Blackberries off the bush, field mushrooms over the fire, or a fresh loaf of soda bread. With proper butter. Unless alcohol counts, as well? Guinness, at least? ANIMALS: Songbirds, horses, and hares. Dogs are iffy. Cats are to be shown full and proper respect and caution.  SETTINGS: Rolling green hills, high foggy heaths, a good jaggedy mountain, burbling creeks...

[fight4ourown]

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