#Xander Hasting

[naughtynoodle056]

I had a vision but huuuuurrghhhhhhh I dont think I'mma finish this anytime soon so here's a buncha blorbos as teachers and around 8-10 years older than they usually are (Millennial Timeline my dearly beloved..)

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Also here's the pencil sketches under the cut cuz I think some may enjoy that? Personally I prefer the way the sketches look LMFAO

[elif-in-wonderland]

One look over Becca Bell’s page on FandomWiki….

Why on Earth is it written that Max Hastings THE ONE WHO DRUGGED AND RAPED HER is a love interest, an ex-fling?

Can we please stop turning abusers into love interests? It’s horrific to say that guy was a love interest. She didn’t have a fling with him HE DRUGGED AND RAPED HER!!!!!!

[kitc0nn0r]

[thewingedwolf]

i am apparently the last to know t’kor and xander from s41 are friends???? t’kor just mentioned it on feeds!

[nosaintz]

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 …

[trendfag]

while survivor 41 was airing i was still on facebook and i kept getting xander as a recommended friend because we went to the same college and had a lot of mutual facebook friends and looking back im kinda mad i didnt send a friend request

[boxofrainencore]

Xander Hastings

[lovesspell]

Eve Jung, they/them, 40, Owner of The Ceramic Cup (fc: greta lee)

Xander Young, he/him, 30, Firefighter (fc: jordan calloway)

Shawn Pearson, he/him, 29, Custodian (fc: leo woodall)

Carter Hastings-Crane, 33, Screen Actor & Director at the Enchantment Theater (fc: aaron pierre)

All Character Intro Playlists

* these will probably be updated at some point as they are developed further.*

Eve Jung:

Born and raised in Cardinal Hill. Their grandparents were actually the ones to make the long journey to the state of Washington when borders were still being drawn by random men in random rooms.

Lives in the same house in Upper Cardinal they've been in all of their life. Both of their parents are witches, quite knowledgeable ones who have taken many people under their wing. Their parents are avid travelers but have been returning home more recently due to the incidents happening all around. After a long stretch of years living alone in the house, Eve is struggling to re-share the space with their parents.

The oldest of two siblings but their brother bolted from Cardinal Hill as soon as he turned 18, not entirely excited about his witch abilities. He lives out in the world pretending he's a regular human and Eve doesn't know how he can stand it.

The Ceramic Cup is probably the only thing that has ever really been theirs and not part of their family's legacy. It's a representation of how their favorite form of magic has always come from potions and enhancements. It's part of what makes their coffee's and teas so delicious. Not that any human would ever know.

Generally a friendly person but always has a hidden agenda. Not entirely great at trusting people outside of the few friends they've had all of their life but they're most attracted to mystery and chaos. Something that seems to be getting them into more trouble than fun lately.

Eve's familiar is a Starling named Amory, after the main character in F. Scott Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise.

Xander Young:

Born and raised in Chicago, Illinois.

Youngest of three siblings but the only one who has actually left his hometown.

Likes to keep to himself but always available to lend a helping hand. A kind and generous soul but does his best to not bring any attention or spotlight on himself.

Left home because of his secret which he believes is actively ruining his life. Convinced himself that by moving far away from home he could somehow protect his family from whatever disaster seemed to follow him. Also convinced if he doesn't allow anyone to get attached or allow himself to get attached then he can keep everyone around him as safe as possible.

Despite it all, his cozy trailer in the trailer park is his safe haven and he's done a lot to decorate it to make it feel like a real home.

Really just a silly dude running from the ghost of his past that may or may not exist.

Shawn Pearson:

Born in Poughkeepsie, New York but "raised" all over, not that anyone really raised Shawn. He was given up for adoption at birth and never met either of his birth parents.

With no living relatives, Shawn was bouncing around from an early age. As a toddler, he had a pretty steady home with an older couple who were probably the only real influence on his life. But they were present just long enough for him to grieve but not long enough to have a family for any of his milestones or real life experience. By his early teens he was really on his own.

The only saving grace had been his foster siblings. The ones who actually took a moment to give a shit about him and one of those siblings was clover fields. One of the first siblings he had that was close in age to him and never made him feel like he had to tell him everything just for them to get along. They were both survivors and even long after they were living under the same roof, they were sure to stay in touch through letters. To this day, Clover is probably the only person who has ever known every place that Shawn has ended up geographically.

Shawn stayed in one place long enough to graduate from high school, proving to be terrible with attendance but wonderful with his academics regardless. He was always most interested in what knowledge could help him survive, make a quick buck and help him get on his way.

This began a lifestyle of scamming and stealing his way through life. Pickpockets were a specialty of his and making bets that were really just manipulating people into money became sort of his self appointed profession.

Until he stole from the wrong target

[Redacted]

So after some long bus rides, hopping on trains he had to hop off of when they realized he had no ticket, he decided what better place to go then where the one person he considers family is?

Has been in Cardinal Hill probably for two to three months. Got a job as a custodian at the community center through one of his AA friends. He's a recovering alcoholic who's still stumbling through his steps but trying his best.

Currently living in a shitty apartment but it's the first place he's called his own in ages.

Carter Hastings-Crane:

Born & Raised in Cardinal Hill by a very wealthy family. Generational wealth big time. Comes from both of his parents side. Grew up spoiled and had a terrible relationship with his parents, only child and it shows.

Was much more full of himself in his teenage years but he's mellowed out a bit more the older he's gotten and the more he's gotten into his work. He's still annoying, though. Has never met a mirror he didn't want to stand in front of for hours. Was definitely that annoying rich kid in high school, not always well liked but people wanted to be around him regardless.

He was always a bit untrained and unrefined with his magic, considering how little his parents had taught him. They often used their magic for their own personal gain and so in the beginning that was all Carter did.

But he was lucky enough to discover that his two best friends, Maddison and Arturo were also witches, and so with their help, he slowly learned how to be less destructive and more focused. Overall he tries to use his magic much less these days, for smaller things around the house or to help him get into a good state of mind for his work. His relationship with magic at this point is complicated. And his experience with it has not always been positive.

Married his best friend Maddison 5 years ago after many years of fucking around and acting like they weren't in love with each other. He's learning a lot about what it means to be a committed person, a committed husband and to really care for another person in the way he cares about himself. Maddi has always been the exception to every rule for him, though.

He's had a mildly successful career, mostly supporting roles. He's been in the pursuit of a movie he can star in and really make his big break for quite some time. He's had a few stand out supporting roles on a recent tv drama but he had a falling out with the director and was grateful that he had never fully moved away from home. He talked his way into getting more involved at the Enchantment Theater and found it to be his way to practice being on the other side of the camera so to speak. He's hopeful that this experience will help him have what he needs to get his big break.

[lichfucker]

would like to offer my sincerest apologies to xander hastings for forgetting his last name and calling him xander harris in my mind. no, I didn't like him on 41, but he does NOT deserve "getting conflated with xander from btvs" levels of disrespect

[covenlcss]

──✦ zion's connections. ˎˊ˗

Here’s a few plot points & connection ideas for Zion:

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS  (  positive  ).

best friends: this muse could be someone they knew over the years while attending high school, and visiting their grandmother during the holidays. Now that he’s decided to settle in Cardinal Hill, they have become very close, they’re each other's confidante, and often get up to lots of mostly wholesome shenanigans.

OPEN | 1/2 TAKEN BY the fiancée 

childhood friends: thought Chicago based, he spent quite some time over the years in Cardinal Hill so these friends would be ones that know him from then and are around the same age.

OPEN | 1/∞ TAKEN BY Xander Young, 

neighbours: he inherited his grandmother’s home and those that knew her have been very gracious to him. Even when he was renovating and disturbing the tranquil environs with construction noises lol.

OPEN | 0/? TAKEN BY x

drinking buddies: they meet up to catch games at bars and enjoy one another’s company but haven’t ventured beyond that

OPEN | 0/?TAKEN BY x

partners in crime: they were each other's wing-people on nights out. The eligible daters didn’t know what hit him with this duo. But now that Zion is engaged and allegedly giving up the lothario lifestyle I think their dynamic would be interesting because will they remain friends or not.

OPEN | 0/1 TAKEN BY x 

co-workers: Zion is the Front-of-house staff manager at The Enchanted Theatre. Anyone with FOH roles like ticketing, merch sales, concessions, etc. he works closely with back-of-house staff and everything in between. He’s a great worker and truly understands customer service.

OPEN | 2/? TAKEN BY Goldie Green, Carter Hastings-Crane, 

found family: as an only child I can see him finding pseudo siblings along his life’s journey thus far. They’re like best friends and make time for each other.

OPEN | 1/∞ TAKEN BY Goldie Green,  

bandmates: Zion is soon-to-be the drummer & backup vocalist for the band Chasm. He’s looking forward to making music again with like minded individuals. He’s always wanted to be in a band and still has his notebooks and manuscripts filled with arrangements and lyrics he’s done over the years.

OPEN | 1/5 TAKEN BY Corey Agnew, Eleanor ‘Nell’ Quinn, Im Hana, x 

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS  (  negative  ).

enemies: his love life is messy and maybe he flirted with YM’s partner and it didn’t end well for anyone involved.

OPEN | 0/1 TAKEN BY x

neighbour enemies: this one wasn’t particularly fond of the changes he’s been making to his grandmother's house and is always nosey about it. Coming over to see and asking questions but Zion is unbothered by it and that may be truly what’s YM’s problem. Her grandmother also didn’t appreciate their company.

OPEN | 0/2 TAKEN BY x

frenemies: he has wronged a friend of YM’s most likely a failed fling and as a result they’re not nicest to him despite YM friend moving on.

OPEN | TAKEN BY x

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS  (  positive  ).

fiancée: besties that are getting married for all the wrong right reasons.

OPEN | 0/1 TAKEN BY x

ex-girlfriend: Cardinal Hill based woman he dated and it didn’t work out for various reasons.

OPEN / 1/1 TAKEN BY Lorelei Bauer

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS  (  negative  ).

ex-enemies to lovers: toxic vibes. they once burned bright and hot, but have since fizzled out. His engagement and the feelings towards his fiancée has ended things.

OPEN | 0/1 TAKEN BY x 

unrequited crush: Whether he’s aware or not of this person's crush on him Zion would have shut it down, but not in the best of ways so they may feel a bit hurt about it.

OPEN | 0/1 TAKEN BY x 

RANDOM CONNECTIONS  (  neutral  ).

grandmother’s friends: basically other witches that looked out for him since he relocated to Cardinal hill to take care of her in her final months.

OPEN | 1/∞ TAKEN BY Gisela de Valois, 

matchmaker: letting Zion be your wingman is either the best or worst decision YM has ever made.

OPEN | 0/∞ TAKEN BY x 

party friends: self-explanatory they go out, and have fun, making memories so they have wild stories to share.

OPEN | 0/∞ TAKEN BY x 

gym buddy: he’s definitely a member and regular at the local gym. YM and Zion share this in common; they like to spot and spar with each other.

OPEN | 0/∞ TAKEN BY x 

chasm fans: Zion's going to be joining the band soon, so he’s going to be a shiny new addition as their drummer. Do they like him or nah? Time shall tell.

OPEN | 0/∞ TAKEN BY x

[naughtynoodle056]

Let’s see if this actually posts today

I had a vision while baked at 3am and I made it happen

[elif-in-wonderland]

It’s that time of the year for re-reading. Starting with The Queen’s Rising series and ending with AGGGTM🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thinking as a law student that in AGGGTM Max Hastings neglected 5 articles of Penal Law :)) and how did he not go to prison from the first time?! Was he that rich?! Literally he got to prison only AFTER Pip’s framing (badass) but not because of those first 5 major crimes he committed based on the Code. Those judges weren’t it!!!

[kitc0nn0r]

[thewingedwolf]

one thing t’kor gonna do she’s gonna be besties with a Technically Smart But So Dumb white boy and a messy social gamer who wants to be The Loyal Hero Player lol

[replicantdeviancy]

The drive back to the station was agonizingly slow, even if it wasn't but a few scant miles away. Time seemed to pass like the exit signs over the highway, coming into focus & fading just as quickly. The detective's thoughts were helplessly distracted as his mind buzzed with timid excitement, eager for the evening ahead. Now apart & with a moment to himself to truly sit back & relive fragments of the encounter in his mind, Connor was still delightfully awestruck by it all. If someone had told him that today he would meet a man of god with him he would become so effortlessly infatuated with, he might have laughed. It sounded absurd, yet there he was, rushing back to the office going just a little over the speed limit to get his obligations in order so that he could meet the priest for a date. Thinking about it, the detective did laugh a little in stupid glee, & went to exit the highway towards the Central Station.

He entered the building with purpose in his stride, eager to get to his desk & finish his report. Yet he took a moment to wave to the ladies at the receptionist terminals as always, never the type to allow haste to sully his manners. They greeted the young man with waves & he tossed a charming smile their way as he stepped through the glass security gate & into the bullpen. From there, he made a beeline to his desk, only making small greetings in response to those of others, though he didn't stick around to chat. The detective was on a mission, & he was determined to get it done as quickly as possible. The lieutenant wasn't at his adjoined desk when Connor arrived, though he suspected he wasn't far . He slipped his blazer jacket off & neatly hung it over the back of his chair as he sat & made himself comfortable.

Checking his computer terminal, there had been no real news regarding Alan Moore. Only that the responding officers had managed to track down a distant family member, a cousin who lived in town. That hadn't produced any results yet. He wasn't holding his breath.

Pulling up the file for his initial report, Connor began filling in some notes on his meager findings, including one stating that he had contacted Moore's priest, though beyond the information of having seen the man within days of the body being discovered, there was little else the Father provided. The detective was careful to omit anything spoken of in their extended conversation, especially in regards to the supernatural. Besides the lack of relevance to the death, the last thing Connor wanted was to put a spotlight on the older man by giving those who might read his report any reason to question James' mental competency. That included other cops, legal counsel, or the district attorney. No, James deserved peace. Connor didn't want to drag him into his world, not into a dark realm where there were only suspects & victims, & trust was a dangerous game one dared not play.

Connor was quick to wrap things up & he snuck out the door just as quickly as he came, not speaking to a soul until he got to his car. There, he texted his brothers in their usual group chat.

Connor: I have a date tonight. [Delivered: 14:38]

There was no reply by the time he arrived at his apartment building downtown, though that wasn't unexpected. His siblings were working, as he should have been. Captain Allen likely had Xander going above & beyond, & Colin didn't get very good signal at the prison. He would have to wait to suffer their relentless teasing.

The elevator ride to his floor felt like a small eternity, the detective leaning back against the wall with arms crossed, his mind deep in contemplation. He considered what he was going to wear, what sort of place James would suggest to him when he arrived at this borrowed home of his. Perhaps he was going a little overboard thinking about candlelight & a quaint little restaurant by the river with a patio table for two. Admittedly, the young man was a bit of a dreamer & that vast imagination of his tended to delve, at times, into the fanciful. It was silly to fancy being romanced like a fairytale prince, but there certainly was a picturesque charm in courting a European, one that was learned, well traveled & full of experience. So, he let himself hold onto that fantasy as he left the elevator & headed into his apartment. He wanted to keep that mental image of the charmingly cheeky priest whose bright eyes seemed to see into him as no one else had. He felt appreciated when thinking of him . Not enough people could appreciate the real him.

Eager to wash away the scent of the precinct that seemed to seep into every pore of his milky skin, Connor stripped himself bare & stepped into a blissfully hot shower. He took his time, knowing that his date would appreciate the small test of his patience , as the reward would be well worth it. Patience was, as they said, a virtue, & he wanted to not only look his best, but feel his best for their date. No thoughts of work, no mentions of the strange case which had brought them together. Just two people meeting at a crossroads in life, lonesome souls seeking companionship that spoke to their inner self. Was James lonely? Though he didn't know him yet, the detective's instinct sensed a longing in the older priest. A want as equally great as a hidden fear inside of him, unknown by the detective but felt, regardless. What was he so afraid of, Connor wondered.

He dried himself with a soft bath towel & stood naked before the partially fogged mirror as he got ready. He felt excited & confident looking at the slender beauty beneath the cool lights cast in reflection, even though he looked just a little tired. Poor sleep from the evening prior had darkened his under eyes lightly, & he did what he could with moisturizer & a bit of concealer. He dried & combed his hair into that perfectly immaculate style of his, dark waves kept in place with pomade which had a subtle , soft scent to it. He chose a cologne with top notes of vanilla & pomegranate.

Only when the vapid perfectionist felt satisfied did he meander off to his bedroom & pick through his pristinely organized closet for something suitable to wear. While James had initially made suggestions that sounded casual, Connor wasn't the type that minded being overdressed. He chose a fitted dress shirt & black tailored slacks that accentuated the length of his lean legs, a skinny tie to match. He did consider the matching jacket hanging in his closet to complete the outfit, but as he scrutinized every detail of his attire in the mirror , hands busy fitting a neat little silver tie clip in place, he decided against it. This was supposed to be at least a little casual. He chose the leather motorcycle style jacket his brother had given him last Christmas. The same one that Amanda had said made him look like James Dean. He smiled warmly at the thought & slipped it on.

A final look in the hall mirror & he was gathering up his keys to head out. The trip down to the apartment garage was a blur & soon enough, the detective was on the highway. He considered calling the priest, but decided against it. He wanted to surprise him. It felt a bit spontaneous. It wasn't long before he was passing the church, noting that it seemed to be closed up tight. That was a good sign. He followed the instructions James had given him earlier that afternoon, eventually finding the little house with the dove & cross on the mailbox. He parked at the curb in front of the house & sent a text to the number the priest had given him as he got out of the car, informing him that he had arrived. The motorcycle standing in the driveway didn't go unnoticed. The detective felt his already present smile widen into a grin when he saw it. Once again, James had surprised him.

"I'm sure you are... but you know what they say, good things come to those who wait." Came the effortless reply as the priest watched his new acquaintance move towards the door, arms coming to cross over his chest with a thoroughly amused smile tainting the side of his lips. It almost felt surreal, how effortlessly the entire interaction had been despite the many hurdles that were placed between them. Not that they'd managed to get over all of them, the very real supernatural factor of it all was still very much up in the air when it came to the detective, but maybe that was for the best. In the meantime, he could at least keep an eye on the guy, even if only from a distance. It wasn't like he wanted to crowd him or stalk him, but there was a very real worry there as well. With his foot edged in the doorway, James wasn't exactly leaping at the chance of him stepping all the way through -- - for his own sake rather than the Brits' own. If he was going to step through, by whatever means, James was going to be there by his side.

But just watching the bloke leave, the suddenly empty space all around him felt as if the world had opened up to him again, taking away from the spotlight that had him honed in on Connor's very presence. It had been a long time since James had felt that way about someone, luring his undivided attention, teasing him with the promise of getting to know them better without even realising it. Or maybe he did, the man was smart, keenly so, which meant he was probably all too aware of what he was doing. But that was fun part, wasn't it? Trying to figure out how much was deliberate and how much wasn't.

With a heavy sigh, James returned to what he was doing, first moving the chairs to where they'd been previously, back to their rightful places that had been intended on the floor by now despite the connected building's relative youth. Just looking at the cold mug of coffee was enough to make him pause again for just a moment, half battling himself internally. Had he done the right thing? Throwing the man bone only for him not to realise that was what he was doing? Trying to gauge where he was on the whole 'demons are real' thing without fully committing that he truly believed himself? He'd hinted at it but hadn't outright stated it, likely leaving many questions unanswered, questions that could only be answered if someone believed -- - or if they knew.

Grabbing the two mugs and glass, he took them to the sink and gave them a good clean, letting them sit on the side where he'd put them away the next day, if he remembered, or noticed they were still sitting out. He really wasn't quite as finicky as his peer, the one who had practically been turfed out so that James could snoop around without raising too much suspicion. He liked things to be relatively tidy, things had their places, but he also didn't mind if something was sat out, as long as it wasn't in his way or bothering him.

He was just glad that the regular guy had a gardener who dropped by every week or so, both to tend to a few flowers and bushes around the church itself, as well as take care of the priest's garden as well. It didn't take much to imagine the old man doing his part too, out on a cool morning tidying up the place in the meantime. Given James' manner, some might think he'd laugh at such a thing, but surprisingly, he actually quite enjoyed the thought of being able to garden in peace and quiet. He still had a firm goal in mind that once he retired, he'd move back to the north of England, buy a little house out in the countryside and have his very own garden where he'd grow rhubarb and try his hand at making rhubarb and custard pie. It probably seemed silly to some, maybe even cliche, or plain and ordinary, but to James? He didn't have a great deal of faith that he'd even reach retirement age, let alone live long enough to die of old age beyond that, so he held onto it as more of a hope than anything.

With that thought still in mind, he moved to lock up the building, deciding that since he didn't have to hold mass, he could just saunter his way back to the house and decide what to wear for the night ahead and maybe run a few thoughts and ideas as did so. There was still so much to worry about, the keys jangling in his hands barely registered in his mind as he made sure all the lights were off, and checked doors and windows, before finally stepping outside, glancing around him just to be sure everything was clear. Given his line of work, it paid to be on high alert, particularly when something was clearly going on in the neighbourhood.

But as he wandered back, warmly greeting a few neighbours on the short walk and keeping himself on his best behaviour, which was certainly easier with such brief interactions, he made it to the quaint little house that he'd taken residence in, passing by his black Honda CBR600F in the small drive. It wasn't like anything he'd stayed in before, a one-story blue building, a porch on the front and a shiny mailbox with the white dove and golden cross on it. To James, it seemed like something out of a fairytale, everything so pristine and well-kept that the Brit imagined he likely looked like a complete mess in comparison to it just standing there. He could just picture the old man sitting outside on the bench of his porch, waving and greeting people as they went by. It seemed so -- - wholesome, which was a rather foreign concept for the exorcist.

Getting inside, the Northerner first attended to his concerns, jotting down what Connor had told him and relaying back to the Vatican, regularly in touch with a number of his peers inside, like their own little CIA, he supposed. Though he definitely didn't mention that he was going to be spending the evening with the detective in question -- - he couldn't imagine that would go down very well and by now James made it quite apparent that the more casual side of his life was his alone and nobody else's business.

A short time later, after typing up what he could and even going on video chat with one of his contacts, the man was finally able to let out a breath, new thoughts claiming him as he wandered into the bedroom and started to go through his suitcase. He wasn't about to shove the house's owners' own clothes to the side to hang out his own so he'd decided it was probably safer to just keep them in his bag or lying around on chairs and, dare he admit it, on the floor. In a folded pile, notably. That made it better, right?

Deciding on an outfit, he pulled out a casual shirt, a suit jacket and a pair of matching trousers. For him and his usual clergyman attire, it was casual and for once he could keep the two buttons at the top of his shirt undone. It was hardly anarchy but it suited the priest's preferences better than going out wearing his collar, the last thing he or the detective needed was that thing garnering unwanted attention. For either of them. There was a time and a place and tonight wasn't one of them. For a few hours, he wondered if he could just be any other bloke, someone who didn't have to worry about literal demons and angels or the reality of Heaven and Hell for a while, but just someone who could go out, have something to eat, a few drinks and spend time with someone he genuinely found interesting. That wasn't too much to ask for a man of God -- - was it?

[trendfag]

xander hastings hanging out with ameerah jones is weird to me…