#cianan

[storyboos]

happens great happens sweet

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Brother Death and three foundlings

[xfrancisxrowlandx]

@ciananbalor Cianan sat waiting for a ride to the airport when he took a seat on the bench. The statement more than anything was to make sure he was awake and not in a complete stupor. The sun had just begun to rise and illuminated everything in a soft yellow glow. He pursed his lips before he dared to suggest, “Maybe you just need some of the hair of the dog that bit you.”

"You are probably right," the Brit said as he rubbed his face over his hands. "Just need to get to my restaurant," he mumbled. He stood up and gripped the back of the bench for a moment before he swayed and started to head in the complete opposite direction of the restaurant, Rowland's. "Have a good today," he waved slightly, still obviously drunk as he walked- or stumbled- away.

[xzephyrxlennoxx]

@ciananbalor A boisterous laugh escaped at the mention of vamps. "True true," he added. Picking the beer he raised up this lips but stopped short to add, "Think of how much fun it would be for the tourist." Finally taking down another drink before he hallowed out his cheeks momentarily, "What a simply dreadful thought."

It would certainly be dreadful if the future of our species rested on the backs of vampires, that's for sure," Zephyr commented as he looked at his own beer. He was starting to feel more comfortable with the other man, Cianan. As Cianan laughed, a slight smile spread on Zephyr's cheeks. He liked making people laugh. "So, you know what I do- what do you do?" he asked curiously.

[xvioletxdinsmorex]

Never let it be said that Violet didn't herself enjoy some of the stereotypical goth things. In this case, the music, and while yes she knew it was very stereotypical for someone who looked and dressed like her to listen to Bauhaus, but hell, she liked being a little cliche at times. Okay, looking around maybe more than a little cliche, but she had to play up the spooky goth witch vibe for the tourists.

She was in her store, re-shelving some books that she'd decided would look better on the shelf near the back wall rather than the one near the register. As she re-shelved them Wednesday was snoozing on the couch, occasionally letting out tiny yips in her sleep, but otherwise sleeping. As she finished shelving the books she heard the door open and she pulled the remote control from her pocket and turned the volume down slightly. "Hey," she called as she put the last book on the shelf. "Welcome to the Cabinet of Curiosities, looking for anything in particular today?"

@ciananbalor

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Commission for @storyboos

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Random HeadCanons Absolutely No One Asked For...

Subject: Unplanned Pregnancy

Boden: He's likely to know before even his partner is aware. Picking up those small cues of being sensitive to taste, warn down, and slightly more irritable. After much debate he'd come out and ask about their last period, and if there was even a question he'd be on his way to the pharmacy to grab the test. Once that positive pops up she's found herself next to the golden retrievers of father's to be. He's running out to get those pregnancy cravings, every ultrasound appointment he'd be there, and reading What to Expect When You're Expecting to you in bed each night. Boden being an orphan always dreamed of having a family of his own and would go into dad mode the moment he found out you were carrying his child. (Bodad)

Alex: If someone were to find themselves in the situation with Alex things would be tense. He would never pressure his lover either way, but he'd make it crystal clear that he wouldn't be able to be a traditional father. If they wanted to continue the pregnancy he'd provide monthly financial support and set up a trust for their future. He'd also make the child a beneficiary of any insurance policies he carried. He'd watch from afar, but wouldn't want any contact with the child. Alex's father was a monster leaving him with deep-rooted concerns he might become one. Truthfully, he's hoping his bloodline dies with him and his tormented siblings. ***(I've thought what it would be like for a long lost kid to find him...DRAMA).

Lou: He'd likely know before his partner. He'd pick up a different scent from them, but wouldn't say anything. He'd ask around to the other dads in the pack to verify what he assumed. Suddenly they find him ALWAYS around. He'd act completely surprised when you suggested or announced the pregnancy, and he'd wait until they shared their thoughts about what they wanted. Secretly he'd be hoping to start a family. He'd be all in at 100% to be a dad, and he's going to propose and try to marry them before the baby is born. It would also (verse dependent) encourage him to challenge the current alpha and take back his father's pack.

Gus: Hey, who's to say this already hasn't happened to him. The news would hit him like a brick and he'd be in complete shock for the first twenty-four hours. He'd try to mask it saying he just needed some time for the news to settle in. Within a few days, he'd come back to let them know he'd support them with whatever choice, and sincerely mean it. Granted, it was never a life ambition to be a father, his life has taken so many twists and turns this would just be another. As the months pass by he'd become anxious about their comfort and safety, and have the nursery set up before the last trimester.

Cianan: "Come now darling, are you sure I'm the dad? Unlikely." He's lived over a hundred years and never left lives in the chamber. Cianan would be suspicious at first because he's a careful witch, but if it were to come to pass he'd likely try to support the mother financially and emotionally to the best of his ability. I think he'd plan not to be hands-on, but when he holds that little baby for the first time that goes right out the window. Shite. He'd change his mind, and insist on playing the role of a proper father that his child deserves.

Val: "Not remotely possible." states the wrath demon.

Skye: The man would immediately empathize and try to figure out exactly what their headspace was on the subject. He'd offer support and assure them no matter what was decided he'd be there every step of the way. He'd also stress he'd be ready to help bring this baby into the world and would love to be a father. The moment they both decide to move forward he'd be out buying a new home to accommodate mommy and baby. The kind of home he used to dream of as a kid.A big yard with plenty of trees so he can get going on building the tree house. He'd be dotting probably to the point of annoyance at times, and the moment his child is born he'd pledge his life to protecting them and being the best dad. He'd also be sure to take care of Mama not wanting her to get overwhelmed. Taking on those night feedings proudly.

[wardentabriis]

When you're trying to brood in peace but the man in front of you is serving so much cunt that it's physically painful to look at

[themonstrouscrow]

One of my Sailor Moon fan characters done in the eyecatch style

[niskaxcapel]

Niska paid full attention to the man. A few minutes of boredom were clearly enough for her to make herself desirable to this stranger. Observant eyes noted his expression and gestures. Indeed, they only looked away in moments of reconsideration, modesty, and even doubt. Suddenly, it was exciting that she got along with someone from this area, even if the interest was purely based on look. Heck, wasn’t she daring to even consider taking this man home? But she had no flatmates; and she would be a different person. This much she had promised herself.

“M-hm”, she nodded eagerly as she took another sip from her drink. A finger went up to touch the necklace that made this encounter possible. “But I’m terrible at crafting, otherwise. I hope things won’t break on me too soon in my new place”, Niska added with a smile. The look that the man shot at her then sent a shiver down her spine. She knew those from movies only, but it was clear that something important was about to follow. The girl leaned in curiously.

Yet the words that did follow left her speechless. Was this a trick? A joke? A compliment in disguise? Could it be that he was a worse flirt than she? But no- He seemed dead serious. Niska hesitated and nipped at her drink once again, obviously uncertain about how to deal with him. “Magic?”, she repeated dumbly then. Just like that, her confidence vanished. “You’re just interested in the necklace then?”, she returned with a mixture of playfulness and curiosity; hoping indeed to find out more. “How do you know anyway? What if…”, Niska trailed off, unsure for a moment if it was wise to finish the sentence. Fuck it! “What if I don’t believe in magic?”

Cianan saw that he took her off guard by his commentary and leaned back a bit not wanting to intimidate the poor girl. He was just making general conversation. He fixed on the colorful concoction that she drank and wondered how much of it was actually sugar. At the prideful mention she’d made he let out a bemused, “Oh really.” Mirth and liquor danced through his icy blue eyes. After she continued on that she’d actually found the stone things made more sense. Reaching for the bottle of whiskey he poured himself another glass and sipped it as he debated carrying on the conversation anymore. He nodded admitting he did in fact like the necklace.

Drawing in more of the amber liquor, it did well to warm him as he considered how much to reveal about the necklace. After all, she did choose to be Saintes- a known haven for the supernatural. Besides he was curious about just what her reaction would be. Making a point of sitting up straight the warlock looked the young woman in the eye. He didn’t want to miss even the slightest micro-expression as he revealed its origins. “It’s an enchanted talisman actually. The stone was carefully carved out by a bird familiar, and likely gifted to a witch they were deeply connected with.” He paused letting his last statement settle in before he took down the rest of his drink. “Its magic is practically vibrating and calling anyone with the ability to sense it.”

No sooner did he finish the statement a loud exchange occurred near the door which caused him to look away from his guest. Apparently, someone had had enough to drink. Once it settled down he gazed back at the girl before he added, “To its intended owner it brought them a little extra boost in their magic. For someone like you, it will bring you some luck and the universe may be more receptive to your intentions. I’d keep a hold of it as long as possible if I were you.”

[saintes-rpg]

● ONE HUNDRED TWENTY FOUR ● WITCH/NECROMANCER ● MALE ● MERCHANT TRADER ●

“I have to wash these wars from my skin.”

BIOGRAPHY

Fàg na Mairbh-Leave the Dead

The phrase served as both family motto and war cry. Ingrained from the time any Balor is a babe the family stressed the importance of not meddling with the departed. If ever questioned the elders would mutter under their breath about a curse. The Balor family roots ran deep in the landscape of Cork for several centuries, and were known as a prominent family within in the clandestine witch community. It’s not a secret if they’d been common folk they wouldn’t have fared nearly as well, but the Balor’s ran a money lending business, and had a reputation of always collecting its debts. 

Adolescence started in the beginning of the 20th century, and world was changing quickly around him. It was at this time he began taking his magic craft seriously. As the eldest son it was understood he’d be running the family business someday. Fortunately, there was a distraction as he neared his seventeenth birthday, and her name was Siobhan O’Cleary. The two were inseparable despite both families attempts to break apart the union. Siobhan was a familiar who transformed into the most beautiful raven; whose dark feathers glimmered in the sunlight with the most flattering blueish black. It wasn’t long after their relationship began that they started exploring magic together. Things shifted for the powerful Cianan rather quickly as he began to challenge the status quo among prominent witch families. Ideally, he was motivated to prove everyone wrong about their union and thought the best way to go about it was to increase both families statuses. Riding high from early wins he and Siobhan thought to garner more attention by removing a blessed amulet from a rival family. Siobhan had been adversely effected by the magic in the previous weeks, but still encouraged Cianan to follow through with the spell. On that fateful night Siobhan was sitting on elm branch under the dim light of the waning moon when he’d begun his incantation. It was only after he finished did he look over to find her resting- no, not breathing as she laid on the thick grass below. 

Panicked Cianan did the one thing he’d been warned about his whole life. He resurrected Siobhan. Maybe it’s better to say someone like Siobhan; for the young woman had become a shell of her former self. The smile never quite reached her eyes, and she became prone to fits of rage and delirium. Still, Siobhan stayed true to her love for Cianan. Despondent he fell into a well of depression. It gutted him to know he’d hurt the one thing he loved the most. The fallout was immense. Both his and Siobhan’s family were enraged and wanted restitution. One morning upon waking he found his father standing in his bedroom doorway. War had broken out across Europe and his father suggested that he go and fight, and if by chance survived that he keep going anyways, for he no longer had a home. Cianan was gone by night fall. His last magical act before leaving was casting a spell to wipe any memory of him from Siobhan’s mind. 

It turned out that 20th century was ripe for war. Cianan found himself enlisting and wandering from country to country and war to war throughout the decades. As time passed aliases, ranks and uniforms all shifted through the years. He never had to wait too long in civilian life. He’d taken his father’s advice literally and kept going. Ranging from a rifleman to medic he had a knack for it all. It also allowed him ample exposure of death. During this time he began to sharpen and perfect his necromancy skills. Everything from evocation, witnessing the harbingers, and even kept the practice of resurrection on occasion. Always trying to perfect the latter.  As years passed he reflected that his old family motto was intended to keep Balor’s from gaining their true potential. It wasn’t until the 1990 Balkan War that he finally tired of the violence and abruptly left mid enlistment. 

Cianan wandered throughout the world making connections with supernaturals, human, and dead alike. He found another skill which was the ability to acquire things. The famous saying, ‘that dead men tell no tales’ didn’t apply to him in the least. The dead had much to say to him. After a while he’d set up shop in New York City, but when ‘the announcement’ happened things changed drastically. Up to that point he’d kept a low profile for the most part, but his line of work drew suspicion. When he heard about the supernatural community down in Louisiana, he tied up some loose ends and headed south. Upon settling in he began to get back to business; a curator, merchant trader, or fence it was all the same. Cianan was a mover and would seek out items not easily found by others; often enlisting the dead to help.

Cianan Balor is played by Eliza, 43, She/Her, Central

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reciprocated touch

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Saint Patrick's Breastplate

[xfrancisxrowlandx]

❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜

Truth be told, Francis felt awful, there was nothing like a night of drinking with someone younger than him to remind him that he was in fact not a young man anymore. "Ah, this would be the result of showing off," Francis looked at the other man with a shrug and then a roll of his neck. "I'll be fine in a bit, I just haven't gone to sleep yet, is all." he explained.

@ciananbalor

[thenightdance-if]

For many moons you have been escaping at night from the cold walls of the palace to a land of wonders through a magic mirror in your chambers. Every dawn you return, the soles of your shoes worn out from dancing and exploring, exhaustion set deep in your bones, however blissful.

Should you trust the perfect joy such a place has to offer? Or, better yet, the alluring heir that accompanies you each night? And how could you ever hide this idyllic escape from your father, the king, now that he has some lowborn knight on your tail?

♡ The Night Dance is an interactive story based on the Grimm Brothers’ tale, ‘The Twelve Dancing Princesses.’ Status: DEMO (TBA).

Customize your Main Character, referred to as The Cursed Heir. Pronouns, overall appearance, and personality (based on the choices made throughout the narrative).

Choose your romance. There are two possible romanceable characters in The Night Dance. You can romance each of them individually, opt for no romance at all, or cultivate a poly relationship.

Choose your destiny. Some choices can drastically change the course of the story. Upon revealing truths and unveiling secrets, will your heart or your mind speak for you?

The Night Dance is rated +18 for mature content, depictions of violence, depression, and eventual sexual themes.

Alistair ⋆ he/him or Alis ⋆ she/her. A lowborn knight making their way home. You don’t know why someone in their position would return after being knighted, or the reason why they took the challenge of unveiling your secret, but you know enough to be wary of them. Valiant, observant, and witty, they’re what anyone would picture when thinking of a knight. Except for the look of sadness that takes over their face whenever they think no one’s paying attention. [+ more]

Cianan ⋆ he/him or they/them. The mysterious dance partner you encounter every night. They have been there from the very first moment you stepped onto the grounds of this otherworldly land, offering their guidance and hand whenever you needed. Curt, cultured, and gentle, they remind you of princes you’ve read about in fairytales. But in fairytales, princes don’t keep their intentions unknown or hide obvious secrets behind tired eyes; it appears, after all, that nothing is as perfect as it seems. [+ more]

The idea for this IF came to me when I was playing @swansong-if, a lovely game that’s become one of my all-time favorites, so I’d definitely have to mention it here. I’d never think of adapting my favorite fairytale into an IF not for it. ♡

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Closed Starter// @adsagsona (Mitchell)

For a flash of a moment, he'd thought he'd left his wards down, and saw a ghost but the man he saw was very much amongst the living even if he wasn't alive. In disbelief, he stopped in his tracks with a slacked jaw it took him a moment to realize his old friend Mitchell had managed to cross his path. A smirk soon edged at the corners of his mouth as he stepped forward and tapped gently on the other's shoulders, "So they let the likes of you in, eh?"