#owen o'driscoll

[reddeadfantasyau]

Rdr2 Fantasy AU Art Dump #6

fantasy AU art both old and new.

And the newer art…

I have been debating the facial structures of some humanoid-faced species, like taurs, satyr, naga, harpy, Sphinx, manticores. Giving them more creature features / proportions is amusing. I might incorporate it into future art of members. For now, it’s just neat design experiments.

Also did some brain storming on the avian recruits in the O’Driscoll gang. Colm cares little about uniform, just requiring some green. Owen is pickier and only hand selects his recruits to wear cute purple scarfs or bows.

[miguel-owhora]

In the early days of their uneasy truce, it wasn't uncommon to see Dutch and Owen pulling away from their small gaggle of growing gangs. Somewhere private and secluded, or at the very least, somewhere so the younger members wouldn't be scarred for life.

Such narcissism and arrogance, the inherited need to be in control, would result in a series of rough make out sessions and deliberate dry humping, where both men would switch between complying and stubbornly fighting back. It would end in one day, really: with one man on top, to gloat back to their partner in crime.

In such circumstances, one man would have the other pinned onto a surface, whether if it was the bark of a tree or the grassy floor, or even against a wall or a bed. In this instance, Dutch would have the upper hand, fingers groping the fat of Owen's belly and over the fuzziness, like a cat's belly, or a bear. His hands would pull down his pants, ignoring the murmurs of Owen's request to "not ruin my pants! They are expensive!"

Trimmed, dark in color, Dutch would drink in the aroma of Owen's musky pussy. Fat in lips and mound, Dutch would trace a finger around his cunt, telling him to relax as he pinned his legs down. Owen would sigh and roll his eyes, red dancing across his pudgy cheeks, always so bitchy, even when he was rolled over onto his back like a bitch in heat, but relax all the same. Dutch would clamber down and bend down, fingers spreading his lips open.

He'd watch Owen's face as his tongue poked out and teasingly licked his clit. A sharp inhale and a small jolt would be Owen's reaction, as he watched Dutch over the curve of his fat belly, swallowing and trying to maintain his usual demeanor, and pretend he wasn't affected over such a small miniscule of an action.

Of course, Dutch isn't fooled. He drops his gaze and focuses on his cunt, sticking out his tongue and flattening it as he—this time, more firmly and deliberately—licked his clit. Inhaling his musk and something so tempting, his tongue dragged from the sensitive bud at the top and down his slit, to his folds to his leaking hole. Dutch would snort and mutter something about him being so sensitive if he's already leaking, already so wet, and ignore Owen's reminder that he's probably the same.

Because he's right—Dutch's cunt is wet in his briefs—as he licks his clit again, he dares to stick a finger into Owen's hole. Fingers, actually, as his pointer and middle finger make themselves at home into Owen's wet and warm cavern of a hole, walls clenching around the sudden intrusion, and even Owen isn't fast enough to try and cover his surprise, letting out a quiet sound between a moan and a gasp.

And, of course, Dutch would be smug, his eyes dark and smoldered in both cruel amusement and lust as his lips wrap around Owen's clit. Sucking on it, holding him down as he gives a sudden jerk to the sensitivity on his clit, and begins to fingerfuck him.

[amrass]

Happy birthday to Owen O'Driscoll! (My OC version of Colm's brother). Celebrating with an Owen/Micah smut oneshot 💜

(Will be uploaded in my collection Snakes and Boots, eventually.)

Fandom: RDR

Rating: E

Pairings/characters: Colm's Brother/Micah Bell(/Colm O'Driscoll)

Tags/warnings: Modern AU (Skibiborg's Rewind AU), dubcon smut, abusive relationships, drug use, mindfuck, shaving, Micah has a pussy

Summary: After surviving one of Colm's punishments in the basement, Micah is brought up into the kitchen by Owen.

Complete fic after cut. around 2K words.

Cold Water

The door opens at the top of the stairs, letting in the light, blocked by the shadow of a large man stretching down into the basement. Around Micah, the dogs growl and whine, and their chains clatter as they move about. His chain also clatters. Barely. But he's the only one left whining on the concrete ground when Owen – closer now – tells the dogs to be quiet.

"My, my. Colm forgot you down here, didn't he? Poor thing. Drink this."

A metal straw touches Micah's lips. The liquid is nicely cold and tastes citrus-y but chemical. Micah knows it's drugs but he's too thirsty to stop. Owen chuckles warmly. The drugs kick in fast, adding an alertness where there was exhaustion. At least it doesn't seem to be aphrodisiacs this time. Micah doesn't even try to struggle when Owen loosens his collar. 

"Oh, a shock collar? Look at those burns. What a nasty man he is. Kneel before me, boy."

After he does so, Owen lifts him up. It takes Micah too long to register that Owen is only wearing a fluffy purple morning robe, while he himself in only in a loose pair of black boxers, because Colm stripped him down there, forcing him close to the snapping teeth, "Aw, are you gonna piss yourself? I told you this would happen if you stole from us again. Come on, their teeth are barely grazing you! You've survived worse. Trying to run away? Chain won't let you. Let's see if we can make a noose of burns beneath your new collar, yeah?"

Owen shushes Micah's whimpers while he carries him to the kitchen. The light of morning is reflected in shiny, well-cleaned cupboards and countertops, one of which Micah is placed on, crouching with his feet in the sink. Owen turns it on. The water is lukewarm. Blood and concrete dust vanish into the drain, revealing the bites on his ankles. Owen washes them, pausing only to drink from a fancy thermo-cup of coffee, using a rag to do the rest of him, along with a soap that smell of petunias instead of the usual lavender. Owen cleans his face first, bumping the rag on his nose, then soaps him all over, his fingers, even his toes.

The kitchen is his domain, and so even the kitchen towels are fluffy. He uses a pink one to dry Micah, before applying bandages and childish Hello Kitty band aids to the various cuts. He pauses at the boxers, then runs two fingers along the seam, Micah twitches despite the daze. 

"These are ruined," Owen declares, and gets out a pair of scissors. Micah stiffens slightly, and Owen smiles, positioning the scissors so they work themselves from the upper middle of his boxers, the dulled edge of one blade running diagonally down, a cold threat against his cunt. Owen cuts the boxers apart very slowly, sometimes moving the blade just to make Micah pale and twitch, enjoying his reactions. When there is a tear down in the middle, he slowly rips it more apart, fully revealing Micah. Two fast but precise scissor cuts near the legs of the boxers make it easy for Owen to remove and trash them. 

"Oh my. Your hair has grown fuller down there, as I suspected. I'll fix it."

The daze has faded somewhat, but not enough for Micah to feel more than a dull I like being hairy. His likes and dislikes mean nothing to Owen. Owen, who is returning with a bowl of water, a tin of shaving foam, and several shiny new razor blades put on top of a white towel. He gives him another cup of something chemical, but this time it bubbles. 

"Drink this, while I have my fun."

It is a strange feeling to drink a kind of soda – tasting like artificial strawberries – while Owen lathers his groin in shaving foam. Micah makes sure to put the cup down before Owen brings a razor near him, not wanting to choke or accidentally spill some drink and make Owen mad. He's terrifying when mad. But this morning he seems to be in a good mood. He is precise, beginning high, working himself downwards. The hairs are so long they pull more, but Owen changes razorblades frequently, preferring them sharp. Micah bleeds in some places, but Owen just shushes his noises of hurt. The scariest part is when Owen parts his legs, driving the razor so close to his cunt, on the edge of the lips. The danger makes him woozy. Or is it the soda, working through his system? Sometimes Owen's drugs take a while to kick in. 

"Lean back for me. Let's do your pretty little rosebud as well as your prettier flower."

He refills the bowl beforehand, and this time the water is ice cold. Micah shudders. Owen's fingers grow very invasive, cleaning him out inside, too. At least there is no soap. Not that Colm would've care if he got an infection or not; he prefers the rosebud, as Owen called it.

"There we go," Owen says, dabbing a dry towel on him. Afterwards, he inspects Micah like a surgeon. His smile is clinically nice, "Not a hair left on you. My, am I good. Let's see if that drink that I gave you is working yet, hm? One of my little experiments." 

Two of Owen's fingers slide into Micah, deeper than he cared to wash, earlier. 

"Hm. Maybe later. Or...?" He keeps pushing, scissoring his fingers in and out, making little negative hums whenever Micah tries to squirm away. It's mostly just uncomfortable, for a while, until it seems to awaken his stupid body, which produces some slick to make it easier. Owen notices, pulling out, studying his fingers. "We'll have to try a bit more. Now, scootch forward a bit, and spread them, as far as they'll go. Oh. Oh, not too shabby. I suppose some of his nastier activities demands quite a bit of acrobatics from you. One moment ..." 

Owen gets a small wheeling chair, in perfect height with the counter. All those food and drug experiments requires waiting, and Owen's fat ass requires sitting while he waits. Or not only waits; as soon as he is seated, his hands return to Micah, poking and probing and penetrating. 

Micah wonders if the drink is some sort of time bomb, waiting to explode. He supposes he can feel something, other than the oversensitivity, building deep within. An arousal that seems all the more horrifying for being so unknown, rising fast, and then... and then...

"I haven't had breakfast yet, and I grow tired without it."

Micah nearly sobs, thinking Owen will leave him on the edge, but then he sees that big hand beckoning him forward until he leans more back, knees hovering above the counter.

"Come to Uncle."

Maybe Owen's spit was the secret ingredient to the cocktail; because as soon as the man starts eating him out, Micah starts writhing. He has to hold his own thighs open, so he won't snap them shut. Owen isn't helpful, tickling the places where his inner thighs meet his groin, all while licking him like it's a delicacy. It feels mind-numbingly good. Any slick that escapes him is licked up or sucked out of him, and Owen hums as though it actually tastes good. Owen pauses only to dab his chin with a napkin, before going back at it. Micah lets go off his own thighs to reach for Owen, push him further down until he dives into it, but falters in fear. Seeing it, Owen is looking up, kissing him once near the top of his cunt before speaking.

"You may touch my shoulders today. If I'd be wearing a suit, it'd be different."

"Please," Micah breathes, clutching Owen's broad arms like some lovesick girl. When there's no response, he adds, "Please, Uncle," fast, because the shame hasn't left him, not yet.

"Once more. Slower. And my full title this time."

"Please, Uncle Owen," Micah begs, because the drugs are fucking with his mind. 

He gets what he needs: Owen stuffing himself on him, sucking and licking. "Really feeling it, aren't you?" His breath is hot and rapid against Micah. "Answer me."

"Yes, Uncle Owen!" He nearly wails as Owen's face returns to him. "I'm... I'm..."

He whines as he comes. Just like he did down in the basement except there was only darkness down here and here it's only light. Equally terrible in the overwhelm of emotion. Of loss, mostly. Losing himself in the sensitivity, Owen not stopping until he's more than done.

"You're a mess," Owen finishes for him, then leans in and kisses him on the mouth. 

It's a wet kiss, dripping with slick, forcing Micah to taste himself. He has a way of making kissing filthy, just like his brother, but smoother and slower. Pushing his tongue inside, taking and taking, rubbing it up against Micah's like he wants to possess it. When they part, it isn't just spit that connects them, though it's wiped away quickly enough.

"By the way..." Owen leans very close, so much so that Micah can smell the musk on his breath, "I lied about the drugs. It was just an effervescent vitamin C tablet down there, and an ordinary strawberry soda up here. Oh, don't look so shocked, little dove."

"Quit calling him that," Colm's gruff voice cuts through the already shattered mood. 

Micah trembles as all over as he discovers the man is leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, because he isn't sure if he can survive another mindfuck. Even if Colm is simply dressed in a t-shirt and slacks instead of leather and steel-toed boots, the wounds and bruises are too fresh for him to not fear the man. His expression is unreadable.

"I told you to get him something to drink and then leave him down there with the other dogs, Owen. For all your gluttony, I never thought you ate dogs." 

"I enjoy a charming bitch every now and then, or I'd have gotten rid of you."

"I'm not charming," Colm says, heading towards the stove to put on a pot of water. He seems tired, potentially not in a punishment mood like he had been yesterday. After such a scene, there would often be a while until the next one. "Have you gotten him anything to eat?" 

"Hm. A soda? With real sugar, mind you," Owen says, wheeling his chair over to the fridge to get out a large tray of homemade sushi. "Better than plain pasta al dente without salt."

"I'd use salt if I could trust you not to mess with it. Micah," Colm's voice turns into a whip that nearly has Micah falling off the counter. "You want pasta?"

"Y-yes boss," Micah says hoarsely, and realizes he hasn't spoken since he was in the basement. The title comes easily as he spent a lot of time screaming it yesterday.

"Get your ass over here then." Colm waits until Micah is next to him, and dumps some more dried pasta into the pot. Micah expects him to force his hand on the warming metal, because it wouldn't be the first time he'd ended up with stove burns when near Colm. But what follows is the usual inspection of his bandages and bruises, pausing at his shaved parts. "Oh. Wait. Owen, where are my damn boxers? Or his. Whatever."

"They were dirty. You can borrow one of mine if you wish. Or two, and wear one like some kind of strange shirt, as it would look a bit like the," a sigh, "fashion, nowadays." 

Ignoring him, Colm turns Micah's face from side to side. He lowers his voice, "You look braindead. More than usual, too. What did he do this time? Let me guess, drugged you?"

"No," Micah whispers, and for some reason Colm doesn't push the subject. They look over to Owen at the same time, who is holding a pair of chopsticks and consuming a second breakfast of sushi pieces that favor bold colors of pink and green against white. 

They remain standing up as they eat their unsalted, slightly crackling pasta. Owen looks so wholesome in his fluffy purple morning robe, but when he smiles at them, his expression has a distinct deadness to it. He looks like he considers their wariness a pleasant condiment. 

[faustcrybaby]

[breelandwalker]

hi! ive been getting back into the craft recently and i was wondering if you have any book reccomendations that i could learn more from! (i know youve published your own, which i will be checking out soon!!)

I have a book recs tag that contains most of the titles that I regularly recommend for witchcraft studies, but there are a few I could mention by name:

History:

Drawing Down The Moon (Margot Adler)

Triumph of the Moon (Ronald Hutton)

The Witch: A History of Fear, from Ancient Times to the Present (Ronald Hutton)

The Oxford Illustrated History of Witchcraft and Magic (Owen Davies)

Witchcraft, magic and culture 1736–1951 (Owen Davies)

Witchcraft:

The Dabbler's Guide to Witchcraft: Seeking an Intentional Magical Path Seeking an Intentional Magical Path (Fire Lyte aka Don Martin)

New World Witchery: A Trove of North American Folk Magic (Cory Thomas Hutcheson)

By Rust of Nail & Prick of Thorn: The Theory & Practice of Effective Home Warding (Althaea Sebastiani)

Sacred Actions: Living the Wheel of the Year through Earth-Centered Sustainable Practices (Dana O'Driscoll)

Honoring Your Ancestors: A Guide to Ancestral Veneration (Mallorie Vaudoise)

Spellcrafting: Strengthen the Power of Your Craft by Creating and Casting Your Own Unique Spells (Arin Murphy-Hiscock)

The Magical Writing Grimoire: Use the Word as Your Wand for Magic, Manifestation & Ritual (Lisa Marie Basile)

Light Magic for Dark Times: More than 100 Spells, Rituals, and Practices for Coping in a Crisis (Lisa Marie Basile)

Sigil Witchery: A Witch's Guide to Crafting Magick Symbols (Laura Tempest Zakroff)

The Hearth Witch's Year: Rituals, Recipes & Remedies Through the Seasons (Anna Franklin)

Previous Posts:

Here are the Top Ten foundational texts that I started out with.

Here are the books I recommend if you want to work with plants.

Here are the three titles I have on the market.

Here is the Dropbox I made with free (legal) historical texts on witchcraft and magic.

And here is my personal library (slightly out of date) which might give you some more ideas!

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

Etta Armstrong

Full Name: Etta Marie Armstrong

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Romantic Partner(s): Owen O'Malley (on and off); Billy Umber (deceased)

Personality: Etta started out as a sweetheart with a bit of a wild side. But then life twisted her into a hardened bounty hunter. She's sarcastic and rough, but has a good heart. Her morals can get a little skewed, but she always does what she thinks is right... even if it isn't in the eyes of the law. 

Skills: Excellent shot with a rifle; expert rider

Weaknesses: Not great with pistols or revolvers; not a good swimmer; a little awkward when it comes to being around "normal" people and "high" society.

Likes: Shooting, hunting, and whittling.

Dislikes: Sitting around, parties, and large crowds.

Backstory: Etta was born "Ethel Marie Byrne." She lived with her mother and father, Josephine and Eric Byrne, and had a little sister, Rose. After Josephine died, Etta's father remarried a woman none of the children liked. Rose got sick one day with a cold, something that should have been minor. The stepmother, Lina, neglected her so badly, the cold developed into strep throat, and then into Scarlet Fever. Rose died at twelve years old. Etta, who was seventeen at the time, was so enraged, she beat the living hell out of her stepmother, nearly killing her. When Eric stepped in to try and break up the fight, Etta broke his nose. 

To avoid getting charges pressed against her, Etta worked out a deal with her family: leave and never come back, or face the consequences of the court. Etta knew she would have trouble against a jury, so she chose to leave. All of this happened in Boston around 1886.

Etta then worked in a wealthy landowner's house as a maid. The couple, Mr. and Mrs. Umber, were kind to her, treated her like a member of the family. It's here that she met Billy Umber, their son. Etta and Billy fell in love. Their relationship was just shy of perfection, complete with romantic countryside dates, shy kisses, etc. Billy, who loved working with horses and was excellent with a rifle, taught Etta how to ride and shoot. When Billy's father encouraged them to move out west to expand their investments, Billy and Etta jumped at the opportunity. 

Billy and Etta moved out to West Elizabeth, where they settled on a small ranch near Blackwater. They also owned property in the city, but rarely spent time there. They were married in 1890, and were talking about starting a family when their home was attacked by an offshoot of the O'Driscoll's. Etta and Billy managed to take out all but three of them. Unfortunately, those three killed Billy, whose last act was to give Etta the rifle and their only horse, Athena. He told her to run, that he would be right behind her, but he was shot before he could make it. 

Heartbroken, Etta wandered for a bit. She didn't know what to do next, didn't have any direction or even a will to live. She then met Lizzie Scott, a bounty hunter, who helped Etta pick herself up and start working toward a new goal: find and kill every last O'Driscoll she can. While Etta already knew how to handle a rifle, Lizzie showed her how to throw a lasso and hogtie people. Etta trained under her for a few bounties, then decided to go off on her own. Both women parted ways on good terms.

On her first bounty, Etta came across a group of bandits in New Austin. She caught up to them as they were about to get a stagecoach. She picked off the two guards, then went to help the "hostage" inside the stage. Turns out, the hostage, Eoghan "Owen" O'Malley was a silver-tongued bandit who took the coach first. He didn't kill a single soul to get it. He looked quite a bit like Billy, enough that it gave Etta pause. In the end, she didn't turn him in. She let him go on his way and took the dead bandits in as the bounty.  

Since then, Owen and Etta constantly run into each other. They have a bit of an agreement to disagree: she doesn't turn him in and he doesn't give her trouble on bounties. They also have a thing for each other, but they're always dancing around it. Etta doesn't want to get hurt again, and Owen, well, Owen's a womanizer. Still, for Etta, he would drop everything... only if she asked. But she still hasn't, so the dance continues.

In RDO...

Etta does her best to bring in bounties. She still wants to slaughter the O'Driscoll's, but the opportunity hasn't arisen yet. Sometimes, she gets a little carried away while on the job--not that it's undeserved. Still, it's not the best for her reputation. 

Occasionally, she and Owen will hunt together. They try to meet up at least once a month, but sometimes their schedules don't allow for it. That's fine. They know the score. 

They'll also send each other letters. Nothing fancy. 

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And here’s my most recent Red Dead OC! I absolutely adore her and might write some fics. Also working on a profile for Eoghan “Owen” O’Malley. 

[billyboydcape]

REACH

Presented by Random Acts and Sadler's Wells

4 Minute Film broadcast by Channel 4 on 7th August 2018. A dance film collaboration with Botis Seva and his hip-hop theatre collective Far From The Norm.

writer, director, edit. Billy Boyd Cape choreographed & performed. Botis Seva featuring FAR FROM THE NORM's Jordan Douglas, Shangomola Edunjobi, Joshua Nash, Ezra Owen. and Shiloh Lee Seva producer. Juliette Harris prod manager. Antonia Vickers dop. Molly Manning Walker music. James Jacob 1st ad. Jack Meredith steadi. Doug Walshe costume. Katie McGoldrick art director. India Gillett mua. Millie Glenister sound design & mix. Jack Hallett @ Factory Studios colour. Oisin O'Driscoll @ The Mill series producer. Anne Beresford production company. Academy Films with Artemisia Films and Little Dot Studios

[reddeadfantasyau]

Owen O'Driscoll Character Overview

I made one of these long ago but it got deleted so I am making a new one, perhaps a little more condensed than my past one.

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 (Art provided by Skibiborg)

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Content warning!:

I want to make it clear right off the bat that Owen is a dead dove character at his core, and by that I mean his origins and core characteristics deeply involve rape, power imbalance, murder, grooming, etc. In this summary, those topics will not be spoken about since they're not critical to his relevance to Fantasy au.

If you decide to explore Amras or Skibiborg’s works for more Owen content, you will run into 18+ dead dove content. Please be careful if you know those elements bother you, take care of yourself.

Creation / Credits?:

Owen O’Driscoll was made by @amrass to be a fan character for Colm O’Driscoll’s brother who is mentioned but never named or described to any capacity. 

@\Skibiborg on Twitter then drew their interpretation of how Owen looks based off of Amras’ description. This is the “canon” design that almost everyone that knows of Owen has been drawing from.

I designed a Sphinx + griffin version based off of Skibiborg’s art (with permission), which is used in the fantasy AU.

Backstory (Amras + Skibiborg):

Amras, the creator of Owen, has made some posts here and there on Twitter and Tumblr talking about Owen and his backstory / creation: Owen info

We (Me, Amras, Skibi) have collectively agreed across our individual headcanon that his backstory is along these lines:

Owen and Colm were born and raised in a wealthy Irish family in America. Owen was older than Colm by an unspecific amount of years. He’s the beloved boy who’s so well mannered when guests are over, even though he treated Colm poorly, beating him up and being overbearing. Owen exhibited attributes of a sociopath, whether he actually was one is up to interpretation.

Owen, from childhood to adulthood, had a strange form of love; Colm for example, Owen would give him materialistic delights and hugs, even though Colm desired none of these. It’s as if Owen did these loving gestures to comfort himself and his worries as opposed to caring about the other person’s feelings.

Their family likely had some involvement with orchestrating crimes, so it wasn’t crazy that Owen grew into a criminal gang leader (O’Driscolls), using his charm and size to network. Colm was a lower but still vital rank.

Owen and Colm had a combined cruelty that was terrifying. Colm was impersonal in his torture, meanwhile Owen fed parasitically off of faux-familiarity as he broke people psychologically.

At some point, Colm and Owen worked with Micah Bell II which left Micah Bell II in debt to the brothers. Whether Bell II rented Micah to the brothers vs. Bell II was killed and Micah Bell III was picked up by the brothers is up to the Interpreter, but the end result is that Micah III was a young man and worked with the O'Driscolls for a while. Colm and Owen both saw promise in Micah, Owen in particular saw a bed warmer and an obedient man who wants to please authority figures. (And Micah may have left the gang sometime before or during Dutch’s alliance with the O’D).

Dutch and his rag tag gang of only John, Arthur, and Hosea crossed paths, with Owen, who charmed Dutch enough to strike up an alliance where the O’D would help the VDL get their footing as a gang as long as Dutch agreed to help the brothers organize heists and whatnot. Colm was a closer friend to Dutch. Owen and Dutch began to butt heads after they got to know each other and saw the other for their flaws.

Something went down to motivate Dutch to kill Owen, which led to Colm killing Annabelle in revenge, which kicked off the VDL and O’D feud.

Fantasy AU Lore:

In the fantasy AU, Colm and Owen have nearly the exact same background, their parents are a wealthy family of monsters who are exceptional at disguising. The parents lack concrete lore or designs at the moment (they’d be based on Skibiborg’s designs for the O’Driscoll parents if I did draw fantasy designs).

Though they look completely unrelated, I swear they are blood related siblings. They’re griffin and Sphinx hybrids with heavy emphasis on the Sphinx genetics. 

Colm was designed before I had any lore established so he has no bird or big cat in mind for his design. Owen is based on a peregrine Falcon and tuxedo cat 

Misc:

💜the Owen hive mind agree that he loves the color purple and smells like floral sickely sweet perfume.

💜he talks fancy like the cat from Corlaine / The Judge from OFF / Pocket Cat from Fear and Hunger, but sounds like Monty from Withnail and I / Laszlo from What We Do In The Shadows (or at least, that’s what I imagine). 

💜He uses a British accent when in private and an Irish accent when talking to the gang O’Driscolls. Owen and Colm hate being Irish (time period and all) so he pretends he’s British and Colm pretends to be American. He uses the Irish accent around gang members because he rallies them under the insincere idea of “we’re Irish! Let’s stick together.”

💜he uses pet names and sweet praise towards those he likes. “My beloved brother” is my go to and I beat it like a dead horse.

💜he is incredibly materialistic, seeing even people as things to claim and control and maintain. He and Colm have a tug of war over certain things, like who gets to claim Micah. Colm usually doesn’t care about possessions outside a select few he values. He's a more quality > quantity man.

💜though Owen is higher ranking than Colm, there is no real canon on what their jobs were. I believe Owen was the primary scheme crafted while Colm was the man amongst the gang that made sure things got done. Colm is prone to tunnel vision when it comes to planning and he lacks the fucks to do follow up when things don’t work. Owen on the other hand is a pain in the ass about every small detail and having his plans followed. Put them together and you get a gang that can pretty competently rake in money.

💜there is no one lore explanation for the scar on Owen’s left cheek. Skibi added that detail and we just draw it. Some of us hc Colm sliced his face.

💜the white gloves is one of the few things I can take credit for in his design. It is one of my favorite details, even if I don’t draw it often.

💜he is so fat because he ate all the nutrients inside and outside of the womb, leaving skinny Colm with nothing /joking

[amrass]

Excerpt from Colm Álainn ("beautiful dove" in Irish), an Owen/Colm darkfic

🪦 🕊️ CW: Dead dove: do not eat, Colm's Brother/Colm(/Dutch), sibling incest, explicit non-con, non-con drug use, corruption, pre-canon AU, dead colm do not eat 🪦 🕊️

"Let's get you to bed, hm? My room is closer. Oh shh-shh-shh, don't fuss."

In there, candles are lit. Dozens. Hundreds. Colm loses time. When he awakens, he is crawling on soft mauve bedsheets, while Owen is inching down his pants from behind. 

"No!" Colm says, gripping the end of the mattress only to be pulled back. 

"I wish you would just let me take care of you. It's always been clear to me how much you need it. But I decided to listen. To wait. A silly move on my part, I see that now."

Pants and underwear at his ankles. Green wool sweater rolled up during the struggle. Chest down, arms extended, hands still gripping the bed's edge. Ass up like it belongs to Owen and his thick, familiar fingers, giving him a gentle massage. Meanwhile Owen just talks and talks like Colm's sluggish fighting means nothing to him.

"The reason you're too emotional lately is that you went and got fucked by that little fool of a linden tree, yes? Hark, you could've had an oak! Wise and thick and burning so warmly, if you wait for it. But this oak has decided to be generous. You won't only get to hold or taste me tonight. I'll give it to you like I was always meant to do."

Colm groans in hopelessness. Glances behind him. Starts shaking. Owen must've undressed before he forced Colm's clothes off. He's so fucking large, in every way, his belly, his hands, his grin... And of course, he's holding that monstrous rod in his hand, god damn near looming over his ass. For an instant Colm remembers Dutch – slightly smaller and leaner – and feels a surge of arousal. He closes his eyes tightly. 

[141e-2]

Owen Richards and Dan O'Driscoll during the Darwin Beer Can Regatta at Mindil Beach on July 9, 2017 in Darwin, Australia. The annual event first started in 1974 as a way to clean up beer cans littering local streets. via /r/pics http://ift.tt/2u0sH6N

[jaeame-blog]

LIONS WATCH: All you need to know about tonight's first test between the All Blacks and Lions | All Blacks vs Lions

Firstly, it needs to be noted that I am obviously biased on this topic. There were two head coaches of Wales, two head coaches of the Lions and two head coaches of the All Blacks. Lions vs New Zealand: Warren Gatland's side must win the kicking battle to have a chance of pulling off the upset. Owen Farrell has urged the British and Irish Lions to play the game and not the occasion when they face New Zealand in the eagerly-awaited first Test in Auckland on Saturday, live on Sky Sports.

French referee Joel Jutge admits he regretted not showing at least one red card to the All Blacks for that infamous spear tackle on 2005 Lions captain Brian O'Driscoll. Warren Gatland's side have had their ups and downs during their tour to date, but the real test has now arrived as they take on an All Blacks side which has won the last two World Cups and is unbeaten at Saturday's venue since 1994. I've always been an All Blacks fan and so it goes without saying that I always back them to win regardless of whom they're playing.All five of them were World Cup winners, two of them multiple. The highly-anticipated first test begins at Eden Park on Saturday as the Lions bid to stun the All Blacks on their turf.

Wet weather could favour Lions * Kiwis worried and ABs on edge * All Black deserved red in 2005 * Lions tour: Creators v Suffocators * Read: We expect to win * ABs v Lions: Ready to rumble. The British and Irish Lions take on the All Blacks on Saturday in the hugely anticipated first of three Tests.Rob Howley has told the British and Irish Lions to "enjoy the atmosphere" around a packed Auckland ahead of the first All Blacks Test, live on Sky Sports 1. New Zealanders are worried and the All Blacks are on edge ahead of the Lions series, according to some All Black greats. The Lions are 7-2 to win the first game, with the All Blacks huge favourites at 2-7, while the draw is 33-1. New Zealand are 1-5 to win the series and it is 4-6 for a repeat of the 2005 whitewash, while they are 3-1 t win 2-1. Former Lions and Wales star Mike Phillips pinpoints dangers that Warren Gatland's men must watch for against All Blacks. No part of the country will escape unscathed, including Auckland where bars are bracing themselves for one of the busiest nights of the year as Lions and All Blacks fans alike descend on the city. The Lions forwards look strong enough to strangle the All Blacks while the tourists' defence has been exceptional.

[breelandwalker]

Hex Positive, Ep. 021 - Witchcraft and Modern Law

Now available wherever you get your podcasts!

As promised, the followup episode is here! This time, I'm digging into witchcraft as it relates to modern law, plus covering a few key 20th-century events that I missed in Episode 20 and some legal codes that may apply to your practice even if they don't deal with witchcraft directly. We'll also be discussing some instances of modern witch hunts that are still occurring in some parts of the world and there are articles you can check out for more information below. (Massive trigger warning for violence and abuse in the ones discussing modern witch hunts.)

(Incidentally, the information I discovered while researching modern witch persecutions is EXACTLY why I get so cheesed off when some privileged politician whines about being the target of "a witch hunt." Like buddy, you don't even know the meaning of the word. Having to face the consequences of your own actions isn't a witch hunt. That's just cosmic justice serving up a long-overdue headslap.)

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Witch With Me - Book Club and 2021 Witch Census

Samhain Witch Market Diversity Richmond, Richmond VA Sunday, October 17, 2021, 3pm-9pm Indoor/Outdoor, Masks Required Facebook Event Page

SOURCES

Folk Magic - Powwow: History and Practices (LearnReligions.com)

Analysis | In Canada, pretending to be a witch is a punishable offense (Washington Post, Oct. 31, 2018)

Victoria clears witches for takeoff (The Sydney Morning Herald, July 21, 2005)

Modern-day witches still facing 'endless abuse and threats' (The Independent, Feb. 09, 2020)

Witch Hunts: a global problem in the 21st century (Deutsche Welle, Oct. 08, 2020)

Chinese 'witches' are banding together after rural Chinese communities ostracise them (AP, South China Morning Post, Jan, 16, 2018)

Why Do Witch Hunts Still Happen? (Smithsonian Magazine, Oct. 30, 2015)

Witch Hunts Today: Abuse of Women, Superstition, and Murder Collide in India (Scientific American, Jan. 11, 2018)

"They Burn Witches Here"; Papua New Guinea: Asia's Fastest-Growing Economy Burns Witches (Huffington Post, Oct. 29, 2015)

Witch Hunts Are Back - And This Time They're Targeting Female Activists (HuffPost Brazil, Nov. 01, 2019)

Witch Trials in the 21st Century (National Geographic, Jan. 21, 2011)

Modern witches are stepping out of the shadow of Germany’s folklore (Sleek Magazine, Apr. 30, 2019)

Wikipedia Article - Rehmeyer's Hollow

Wikipedia Article - Satanic Panic

Wikipedia Article - West Memphis Three

Wikipedia Article - Modern witch-hunts

Wikipedia Article - Witchcraft Suppression Act of 1957

Wikipedia Article - Mpumalanga Witchcraft Suppression Bill

BOOKS AND PODCASTS

America Bewitched: The story of witchcraft after Salem (Owen Davies)

American Hysteria, Eps. 4 & 5 - "Satanic Panic, pt 1 & 2"

BS-Free Witchcraft, Ep. 10 - "The Satanic Panic"

BS-Free Witchcraft, Ep. 32 - "A New Satanic Panic?"

Lore, Ep. 62 - "Desperate Measures"

Morbid Podcast - Ep. 122-125, “The West Memphis Three, pt 1-3”

Sacred Actions: Living the Wheel of the Year though Earth-Centered Sustainable Practices (Dana O'Driscoll)

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[reddeadfantasyau]

Baby/newborn owen please, I think he'd be so cute and squishy

[amrass]

Part 1/2 of Drinking Sugar From Your Skull, an art / fic trade with @meeks-just-wants-to-scroll is up on Ao3!

Fandom: RDR

Rating: E

Pairings/characters: Colm O'Driscoll/Micah Bell/Colm O'Driscoll's brother

Tags/warnings: Pre-canon, dead dove: do not eat, noncon 3some, Micussy, DP, aphrodisiacs, drugged birthday cake, evil shenanigans

Summary: The O'Driscoll brothers arrange a birthday celebration for Micah. It's about as bad as it sounds.

Excerpt after the cut ...

"Don't forget the drunken cherries," Owen called out, singsong-like. "I readied those months ago with my own special brew of moonshine. Tiny bombs, all of them."

Micah stabbed his fork through a cherry and chewed it up. The distinctive tang and added alcohol exploded like fireworks in his mind while his eyelids fluttered, spitting out the pit before his tongue roamed around the cavern of his own mouth, trying to chase away every piece of flesh and every drop of juice. He took another drunken cherry. And then another, this time with his fingers. 

The brothers had stopped speaking and were staring at him. Colm was leaning his face on folded hands, elbows on the table, and Owen was twirling his moustache, brows rapidly twitching. They looked like the ominous bastards they were.

Micah looked away, trying to not give any outward sign of how warm he was getting, especially hot between his legs. Fuck. Was he...? Was he getting wet? Now? The weight of their attention made it worse; a promise in it that he did not want to see through.

[amrass]

Colm Álainn is up on Ao3

Fandom: RDR

Rating: E

Pairings/characters: Colm O'Driscoll/Owen O'Driscoll (my name on his brother)

Tags/warnings: Noncon, brotherly incest, implied underage, noncon drugging, size kink, forced orgasm, and many more

Summary: He'll feel better by the end of it, because he'll feel nothing.

Excerpt after cut:

"You… drugged the fucking…" coffee, Colm meant to say, but instead he falls to his knees.

"Nonsense! You're sick because you don't eat. If you get any skinnier, you'll disappear." Owen pauses, then tilts his head to the side. "He broke your nose, not your teeth, you know. Or do you need me to chew your food for you?"

"Shut up. Quit it. Quit walking towards me!"

Owen crouches in front of him with a nasty grin.

Like always, he simply waits until Colm is weaker from whatever chemical cocktail he put into the coffee this time around.

"I've tried to give you time alone after your nasty breakup with the Van der Linde boy. To process. To re-access. But just like when we were children, I sometimes need to step in to take care of you. You can barely stand, dove."

Owen gathers him up in his arms. He carries him as easily as he would a child.

[amrass]

Headcanon: Arthur's old horse Boadicea was given to him by Colm O'Driscoll

I have an old HC that Arthur's horse Boadicea was given to him by Colm O'Driscoll, and wrote it out in kind of a drabble style.

I guess I was fascinated by how level-headed Arthur seemed towards Colm in comparison to Dutch in the game. And Colm's "Little Arthur Morgan" comment was pretty sinister. Also, since the name Boadicea comes from the ancient Celt queen, it can play at how Arthur and Colm have heritage from geographically close places (Wales and Ireland) and might've known that about each other.

I think this works with or without shipping, and I'll link the directly shippy stuff twice in the text, as this fuels those two ficlets.

Warning: Dark themes

I think Arthur met Colm via Dutch's dealings with the O'Driscoll Brothers. They must've noted his gun skills. Maybe their first encounter alone was in a stable. Good outlaws need good horses. Arthur was fascinated with Colm's horse, a finer breed than his own. 

Colm must've reminded him of Dutch, too, an unsafe safety. Older though. Speaking to Dutch like an elder, too, and to Arthur as a … dark mentor of sorts. Arthur would be around 16 at the time, and Colm, 34. Colm isn't charming, but he's knowledgeable, and compliments Arthur's skills. Arthur is wary but he likes the praise. 

Colm's brother, Owen, can be there too. Offering more charm, more flowery praise, Dutch-like. Arthur grows wary as the brothers crowd him in. Almost smothering him with their interest.

Dutch finds them, and blanches, not liking how they're eyeing Arthur like a piece of meat. He mutters some hasty excuse to get Arthur out of there. 

Later he tells him to stay away from the brothers because though intelligent, there's something deeply wrong with them.  Arthur: But we're thieves and murderers too, Dutch.  Dutch: (looking haunted) Not like them.

Fast forward a couple of years later.

Arthur, alone, in Annabelle's winter garden. Hosea in love with Bessie, Dutch with Annabelle. Susan depressed from losing Dutch. 

(Vandermorgan edition: Arthur has been in love with Dutch for years, and Dutch hasn't dissuaded it, until he rejects Arthur in favor of Annabelle. "It's nothing more than a boyish crush, son.")

Arthur finds Colm hidden in some corner among the plants, dressed fancily but more anonymously black than Dutch. He's got more gray in his hair now, some black still remaining, and he looks like a cruel, hawklike gentleman. The cruelty he sometimes sees in flashes on Dutch's face never goes away in Colm's expression. 

"You shouldn't let this lie around," he says without looking up, then reveals he's going through Arthur's journal, of course.

Arthur gets mad, then nervous, because he's drawn Colm quite a bit, secretly fascinated, especially because it takes skill to grow old in a business where men die young, and there aren't many like him. Colm doesn't comment upon the drawings though. The silence is strange. 

"You look bored lately. Must be tough, all dressed up in fine clothing, shown off like you're Annabelle and Dutch's wayward son or younger brother. How about doing some jobs for me on the side? Nothing you couldn't handle. Nothing too crude, either. No one has to know. Not Dutch, not Owen. Could be our little secret. Hm?"

I think Arthur was pretty rough in his youth. Delinquent type. Getting into fights. And being ignored by Dutch and his makeshift gang/family doesn't sit well with him. 

He takes Colm up on his offer.

Thieving, mostly. He likes the money. And Colm is generous with attention. Gives him gifts. Tools, mostly. Useful stuff. 

Like Boadicea. A beautiful horse, the strongest Arthur's owned. 

But to keep it a secret from Dutch, he has to train the horse away from him. Near Colm's cabins. Causing them to grow even closer. 

(Link to the ficlets, because the Colm/Arthur part fits here.)

Arthur spends a lot of time in the cabin, training Boadicia.

One day, Colm tells him to wait for his return. Arthur does at first, but then gets a rotten feeling, and rides back to Annabelle's, only to discover that she and Owen are dead. 

Dutch is devastated, and they need to find a place to lay low. They have to go fast, though, because "Colm isn't someone you wait for."

He notices Boadicea and asks if that's what he's been busy with, sneaking away, and Arthur gives a white lie and says yes.

Dutch is relieved. Later, it slips out that the reason Dutch killed Owen was because of him implying that Arthur was Colm's basement boy. Arthur denies it, of course. Dutch raises a brow, and doesn't admit whether or not he believes him.

(Link to the ficlets again, the Dutch/Arthur part fits here).

Arthur feels indirectly guilty for Owen and Annabelle's murder, and always will. But he can't get rid of Boadicea, not with how fond he's grown of her, though she often makes him think of Colm.

Even after she passes after the Blackwater Massacre, he spends his life wondering what would've happened if he waited for Colm back at that cabin. Would he have been shot? Tortured to death? Or forced to become an O'Driscoll Boy?

Would Colm have a different view on the events?

Arthur will never ask, but he'll watch Colm hang.