#ciaran means little dark one

[fatelcved]

what if his name is rory or maybe ciaran :' ) and he's a lil elf ( related to rin perhaps... ) with some scary magic that he uses to protect people :' ) would you remind him that he's got his whole life ahead of him to be recklessly throwing himself into danger to protect others?? would you hold his hand even when he's bloody bc you can see the way his eyes get distant every now and then?? would you bonk him on the head when he gets a lil too goofy for the situation at hand?? would you--

[adelaideoldburg]

SSO MOODBOARD

Ciaran: meaning "little dark one" or "little dark-haired one"

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request gen hc Lord blade Ciaran?

Sure! Made with help from Dark Souls Anon! May not be long but I hope it's to your liking :) This won't be the most intense set of HCs out there, sorry.

Yandere! Lord's Blade Ciaran Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Worship yandere, Violence, Blood, Tame yandere, Murder, Death, Dark themes, Angst, Dubious companionship.

Ciaran, while we know little of her, is loyal to those she serves/serves with.

She is seen in the game grieving for Artorias, a knight that she is implied to have romantic feelings for.

As a knight and assassin she has a sense of honor and would only show her face to those she trusts and cares for.

Dark Souls anon mentions that her obsession would be different depending on if you're a human or god/goddess.

Due to her nature, she is definitely some sort of overprotective and loyal yandere... perhaps even a worship yandere.

She isn't very intense and would act as a loyal follower of her darling.

If you were human, she acts a bit condescending towards you... but would feel a need to protect you.

This world is rotting, someone like you would need aid to survive.

Even as an undead, she would follow you to the ends of this world.

Ciaran is known for being an assassin.

She often uses daggers and is quite agile.

So, if you were in any sort of danger, her blades will be stained in blood and ichor.

She knows humans don't ever seem to stay dead in this world.

But that doesn't mean she's going to let you have such a fate.

She'll protect you and follow you through this world until she herself perishes.

If you are a god/goddess, she's still protective yet worships you.

She never leaves your side, even when she has to perform her duties, she never leaves long.

You are what she lives for, she lives to serve.

It doesn't matter to her how many die in your name.

She wants your name to be respected, anyone who drags your name through the dirt is removed.

Being a knight and assassin such as her allows her to pick off targets with ease.

Then afterwards, with her clothes stained in the substances of her/your enemies, she seeks you out to pray and protect.

She isn't possessive... she's more like a loyal guardian.

She's a knight, after all.

Ciaran wouldn't care if her feelings are unreciprocated.

That's an interesting trait as most yanderes would want to force that as much as they can.

However, Ciaran is fine with her adoration being unrequited.

Be you a god/goddess or undead human, she's fine if you don't feel the same.

As long as she can stay beside you and serve you, she's happy.

She wants to be your weapon, used for whatever task you request of her.

If her adoration is reciprocated, she's beyond happy.

She takes every ounce of affection you give as a gift.

Every touch or sweet praise is cherished.

She'd sacrifice her life for you and follow you anywhere.

Her obsession wouldn't even end when you die.

If you have passed away she would defend your soul and grave.

Similar to how she grieved for Artorias in canon, Ciaran would stay by your grave.

No one can pry her from you.

She will stay by your side even in death.

It's implied she died while grieving in canon, which means she'd stay at your final resting place until she died.

She'd be quite the tragic yandere.

She was always at your command, slaying others in your name to help you.

Now, with no other commands... she feels this is where she belongs now.

To die at your side is an honor.

She knows no other is as loyal as she is.

She's the most worthy of your affection and praise.

So, Ciaran would die happy at your side...

Knowing deep down, you were the only one for her... and she was the only one for you...

It makes her pleased that those who threatened her place by your side have all died by her blade before she passed, even if you once cared for them.

[akanesheep]

What would they name their children?

I’ve seen a lot of fics and blurbs about this, it’s a fun diversion while we wait for the next chapter, so let’s play!

Lucifer:

I frequently see Lucilia, Lucia, Lucius and Lucian, and they’re definite possibilities, and I could definitely see our prideful demon enjoying his name being a part of his children’s name… but what about other alternatives?

Lilith perhaps? A tribute I think any of the brothers would gladly back… but Lucifer or the twins would definitely be the most grateful recipients of such a sentimental tribute.

Outside of those, here’s a few names I think Lucifer would definitely get behind.

Girl:

Adanna: it literally means ‘father’s pride’

Ciara or Kiara: Dark Little one or Dark Haired one. Has Pride ties as well.

Abigail: means ‘father’s joy’ I think it could work with Lucifer. I think he takes great joy in anything that makes him proud.

Daeva: this one has some mixed signals around the world, some say it means ‘beautiful’ or ‘beloved’, and some say it means ‘dark or evil spirit’ I think this could also fit. We humans tend to see everything as clearly black or white, whereas being a Demon doesn’t automatically equal evil. It’s also super pretty.

If we’re going to lean into the ‘dark’, then one cannot do better than Ebony.

Layla is another beautiful choice meaning ‘night’ and ‘beauty’

Boy:

Ciaran or Kieran: the male version of Ciara.

Don’t hate me, but when it comes to boys names, I honestly think he’s going to be most interested in names that derive from his own. Here’s a clever one tho:

Heylel is another name for Lucifer.

Meyer means ‘bringer of light’

Uri means ‘my light’

It is hard to know on him if he would lean into light or celestial names outside of his own, which he feels he has darkened. I think there are many names he just couldn’t accept. He believes names MEAN something… and he is proud of his own. He wants his child to have a name that they can take pride in as well.

You know Luci is going to be all over this though. There isn’t a decision about his child he wouldn’t be deeply involved with. Take a deep breath and collect all your negotiating skills.

Mammon:

Our greedy demon has no shortage of names for a boy or a girl. After all, there are so many names and words for all kinds of treasure.

I wholly believe he would name his daughter after a gemstone or precious stone. Amethyst, Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Jade, you get the point…

He could also go with other names like Cherish, which means treasure.

For a boy?

One can’t dismiss obvious names Japanese names of Kin (gold) or Gin (silver), but other names could include:

Takara: another Japanese name, meaning ‘treasure’

If he wants a gemstone name, Garnet would fit the bill.

There are so many names from so many places that he could pick from, but I think that he would pick something that isn’t too dated and old. He’ll go with a name that will fit in with modern times. Mammon is all about value and worth, he greed drives him to be that as well as see dollar signs. His greatest treasure however is his family, he will ensure that his child has a name that will not only show the world how precious and priceless they are to him, but also how much they’re worth.

Levi:

If, and it’s a mighty if, you can get him to stop trying to name your child after Ruri, or any number of anime protagonists. Once you get him away from those (I mean you don’t have to, there are some amazing names that come from anime series), I think he’d associate with names that reference from the sea.

For a girl:

Mariana: from the sea

Kaia: means sea

Kailani: means sky and sea

Maren: sea

Naia: this has a few meanings, including dolphin, to flow, wave, & sea foam

Kairi: sea

Nori: seaweed

Nami: ocean wave

Nerida: sea nymph, mermaid

Neri: burning light or ocean spirit

Laguna: pool, lake

Umi: sea

Let’s not forget the sea goddesses out there, such as Calypso, Circe, and the Sirens (although I think he’d scoff at the siren’s names as being to old-fashioned)

Akane: scarlet cloud… just throwing it out there ;3

For a boy:

Kai: means sea

Caspian: means white, and of course we all know of the Prince Caspian from the Narnia book series.

Lyr: (or Llyr if you want to attempt the Welsh pronunciation, you brave soul) means ‘the sea’

Zale: sea strength

Ocean god names (Neptune, Triton, Jupiter, etc… I think he would think it’s ‘cool’ but would feel he isn’t worthy of giving his child such a name)

Mirren: drop of the sea, beloved

Takumi: open ocean

You could consider some of the other famous sea beasts in mythology, but some just don’t work as well as Leviathan’s name does for him… like Kraken… I just can’t attribute that name to anything other than the Kraken XD

Aside from a few exceptions Levi is more than happy to leave naming to you… please don’t name your child Henry tho, no matter how much he pleads. His fish and snake already have that name, and he also has applied it to you… it starts to get super confusing after awhile.

Satan:

Our love is so romantic. Everything will have special meaning to him, including the naming of his child with you. He never imagined feeling anything other than his anger for so long, and then you came, and you brought so many emotions out in him. He’s going to definitely be pulling names from book characters that mean a lot to him.

Girls:

Juliet: ‘youthful’ let’s be honest, we knew it’d be here, even if he doesn’t go for it.

Odette: from the Swan Princess

Guinevere: ‘White Ghost’ or ‘Phantom’

Isolde: from Wagner’s Tristan & Isolde

Calliope: ‘Beautiful Voiced’

Emma: ‘universal’ from Jane Austen’s novel of the same name

Viola: ‘violet’

Maya: from Maya Angelou, means ‘Good Mother’, ‘Illusion’, & ‘water’

Tempest: storm. Also the name of Shakespere’s ‘The Tempest’

Lyssa: Goddess of Greek Mythology connected to uncontrolled anger.

Aella: whirlwind

Aiden: Little & Trouble

Boys:

Brontë: in recognition of Emily, Charlotte, and Anne Brontë, means ‘thunder’

Tristian: means ‘sad’ from Wagner’s Tristan and Isolde

Dashiell: from author Dashiell Hammet

Edgar: ‘fortunate spear’ First name of Edgar Allan Poe

Poe: last name of Edgar Allan Poe, means ‘Peacock’ (whaaaa??? I’m going to laugh about this one for a while)

William: from William Shakespeare, means ‘will’, ‘protection’, and ‘desire & helmet’

Conan: means ‘hound’ or ‘wolf’, from Arthur Conan Doyle, author of Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock: ‘fair-haired’, protagonist of the Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur Conan Doyle

Watson: means ‘son of Walter’ Sherlock Holmes reliable assistant from the books written by Arthur Conan Doyle.

Dante: ‘everlasting’, from Dante’s Inferno

Bastion: ‘venerable’ from the book and movie ‘The Neverending Story’

Locke: means ‘livid’

Satan would be so much fun to plan with, because he would be engaged and most open for negotiation.

Asmo:

Y’all… he’s going to have an opinion. His child needs a name that tells the world how beautiful and amazing they are, just like him.

I think for girls, he’s going to love floral names, but he also isn’t going to be rigid on gender locked names. He will seek out great gender neutral names, and names that can be converted easily.

Girls:

Lily: (or Lilian) the meaning changes based on the color of the flower… so we’ll go with what the Oriental Lily represents (because it’s my favorite ;3) It represents ‘the universal standard of beauty.

Rose: another than changes based on color, so we’ll go with Red, meaning ‘Love’

Primrose: means ‘femininity, Grace, youth, & renewal’

Bella: means ‘beautiful’

Azalea: means ‘wealth, family’

Hyacinth: means ‘Sport, game, or play’ meaning changes with a specific color in mind

Iris: means ‘Faith, Hope, Wisdom, Trust, Valor’

Cassia: means ‘cinnamon’

Iridessa: means ‘light, or Illuminated’

Clover: means ‘Think of me’

Ivy: means ‘affection, friendship, fidelity’

Jasmine: means ‘Grace, Elegance’

Violet: means ‘watchfulness, faithfulness, modesty’

Willow: means ‘sadness’

Daisy: means innocence

Flora: Greek Goddess of flowering plants

Fauna: goddess of fields and woodlands

Boys:

Ash: means ‘tree of life’ symbol of powerful solidarity and immortality

Juniper: means ‘strength, wisdom, usefulness, and beauty

Willow: means ‘Sadness’

Ren: means ‘lotus’ as in the lotus flower

Fiore: means ‘little flower’

Quill: from the pink quill

Beelzebub:

Beel isn’t probably going to have much input to offer. He’s happy with whatever you choose. I can imagine that he likes stories about mythical and historical heroes. We know he’s big on protecting and defending those he loves, so perhaps some names that give those meanings some life…

Girls:

Rae: ‘advisor, protector’

Alexandra: ‘defender of man’

Alessia: ‘defender of men’

Dealla: ‘protector’

Hildegard: ‘battle guard’

Kendria: ‘wise protector’

Meredith: ‘protector of the sea’

Artemis: Greek goddess of hunting, animals, and childbirth, protector of women.

Athena: Greek goddess of wisdom and warfare

Ishtar: Babylonian goddess of love, war, and fertility. Also means ‘morning star’ if Beel wants to pay homage to his eldest brother.

Juno: the protector of women

Victoria: ‘victory’

Boys:

Alexander: means ‘defender of the people’

Liam: ‘Protector’

Titan: ‘defender’

Evander: ‘strong man or bowman’

Leander: ‘lion-man’ In Greek legend, Leander was a powerful figure who swam across the Hellespont every night to see his beloved Hero, a priestess of Venus.

Quillon: ‘The Guardian’

William: ‘A willing protector’

Conall: ‘strong wolf’

Quinlan: ‘strong’

Malin: ‘little strong warrior’

I didn’t want to lean too hard on names like Hercules, Thor, etc… I feel he’d hesitate to go after many of the ‘god names’, but Hermes, Hestia, Dionysus, Demeter, and a few others would have food relation, as being various Greek gods of harvest, grapes, home, and feasting. Not sure the canon stance on mythologies like these.

Belphegor:

I think our sleepy demon would like celestial names. He loves looking up to the night sky and watching the stars. If he went with a different name, I think he’d be second most likely to name a daughter after Lilith, but for now let’s look at some other options ^_^

Girl:

Stella: ‘celestial star’

Nova: ‘exploding star’

Luna: Roman Goddess of the Moon

Andromeda: Greek for ‘advising like a man’ >.> alrighty then… we’ll just stick with more astronomy based meanings… In Greek legends, Andromeda was the daughter of Cassiopeia, who Athena made into a constellation. The star cluster is called The Bohemian Andromeda.

Star: no explanation needed, right?

Nebula:

Sky: pretty obvious, but also possibly Skylar.

Namid: Native American for ‘star dancer’

Zenith: ‘Highest or crowining point’

Alula: Arabic in origin, translates to ‘the first leap’; It’s the palindromic name of a rare binary star system (two stars that appear as one because of their proximity).

Aurora: Latin for ‘the dawn’ Also Aurora Borialis and Aurora Australis

Venus: second planet in our solar system, named for the Roman goddess of love and beauty.

Boy:

Sirus:’burning brightly’ the brightest star in the galaxy.

Orion: ‘rising star’, also the hunter who perused the daughters of Atlas, and was killed by Artemis.

Leo: from the constellation, of course, and means ‘Lion’

Alioth: brightest star in Ursa Major, Arabic in origin, and translates to ‘fat tail of the sheep’

Altair: ‘the flying one’ , ‘soar’, or ‘fly’. 11th brightest star

Aries: means ‘the Ram’ in this case.

Badar: also Arabic in nature, it translates to ‘full moon’

Sky: yup after the thing above our heads… also possibly Skylar.

Jupiter: the 5th planet in the solar system, from the Greek equivalent to Zeus.

Diavolo:

Any child of royalty must have a name that carries power and prestige. It is a big thing to live up to as a child, growing into that powerful name, as well as being part of a royal legacy. It wouldn’t be any different for a child of Diavolo’s, although I can’t picture him being tyrannical about it, as he well knows the reality of growing up royal. Don’t worry though, we’re also there to give love and support to our little princes and princesses.

Girl:

Devina: ‘Beloved’ or ‘divine’

Keres: death spirits of Greek mythology

Persephone: Queen if the underworld

Hectate: goddess of witchcraft and dark magic

Kali: ‘black one’

Orla: ‘golden princess’

Rhiannon: divine queen

Raina: ‘queen’

Morrigan: ‘phantom queen’

Maelie: ‘princess’

Boy:

Erlick: Hungarian god of the underworld

Hades: Greek god of the underworld

Iblis: Islamic name of the devil

Azazel: supposedly a fallen Angel in Christianity

Erebus: God of darknesss

Alaric: all powerful ruler

Malik: ‘King’

Rory: ‘red king’

Mael: ‘chief or prince’

Regulus: prince

Ashur: ‘ruler of the gods’

Diablo: devil

Barbatos:

Our favorite butler isn’t so particular on what a name is, as opposed to why it was chosen. He will prefer names with a meaning rather how it sounds. He would want his children to have names with meanings that he wishes for them. Loyalty, faithfulness, intelligence, wisdom… all things that Barbatos values. You’ll have to help him find that balance, although, he already knows you’ll balance all things with him, you always do.

Girls:

Ivy: ‘faithfulness’

Leona: ‘loyal as a lion’

Athena: from the Greek goddess of war and wisdom

Veda: ‘sacred lore, knowledge’

Minerva: ‘of the mind, intellect’

Saga: ‘Story, seeress’

Kala: ‘Time’

Aikatarine: ‘each time’

Eternity: ‘time without end’

Boys:

Damond: ‘continuously loyal’

Leal: ‘loyal’

Cato: ‘knowledgeable and wise’

Sage: ‘wise’

Rainier: ‘wise army’

Lance: ‘servant’

Balam: means ‘possessor’ A powerful Prince of Hell, Balam was a demon who had the power to incite rebellion. It was said he had three heads, that of a bull, a man, and a ram. This allowed him to see past, present, and future events.

(I mean, it would track with our butler demon’s powers ;3)

Chronos: (or Kronos) ‘time’

Deon: ‘god of time’

Nye: ‘New time’

Simeon:

Our precious Angel… he knows how complicated your feelings for ‘Father’ are, so he won’t push for names of devotion… but you do have things in common, music and nature being two of them…

Girls:

Melody: ‘song’

River: as described, but if you’re a Whovian, you’ll get the reference to another River ;3 (and Melody also)

Allegea: ‘joyful song’

Serenity: ‘peace’

Meadow: as described

Summer: seasonal name

Autumn:seasonal name

Winter:seasonal name

Joy: great happiness

Aria: ‘song or melody’

Harmony: ‘blending of voices’

Boys:

Aubade: ‘morning love song’

Major: (as in key, not in battle)

Ronen: song

Lyric: words of a song

Piper: ‘one who plays the pipes or flute’

Gwydion: ‘born of trees’

Reed: ‘red-haired’ or ‘grass-like plants that grow in wet places’, also used on several types of woodwind instruments

Rowan: tree with red berries, or ‘little red-head’

Solomon:

Our sorcerer knows a thing or two about being a father already, although he has forgotten most of it. Behind that easy smile and ready chuckle is a profound sadness. He will undoubtedly be happy to welcome his child with you, and genuinely be thrilled… but you’ll notice that occasional sadness in his eyes. He’ll of course want an intelligent name for your little one.

Girls:

Abhijna: ‘remembrance, recollection, clever’

Halia: ‘In remembrance of a loved one’

Dara: ‘nugget of wisdom’

Quinn: ‘counselor &wise advisor’

Shannon: ‘old & wise’

Mika: ‘intelligent raccoon’

Cassidy: ‘clever’

Abby: ‘intelligent & beautiful’

Boys:

Conroy: ‘wise advisor’

Ethan: ‘strong’ but with wise connections

Favian: ‘man of wisdom’

Quinn: ‘counselor & wise advisor’

Apollo: Greco-Roman god of knowledge and wisdom

Senan: ‘old and wise’

Makenzie: ‘son of the wise ruler’

[thephoenixandthecrocodile]

Thoughts on the ROP Season Finale

I absolutely ADORE the Balrog scene. Amazing visuals, amazing ending to the Durin’s relationship, amazing music! It was absolutely gorgeous

Also love that Disa and Narvi came to Durin’s aid even when Durin told them not to. That’s true love.

So, the Rhun storyline definitely suffered the most this season and I’m hoping now that we know who the Stranger is, we can focus on developing the dark wizard and what role he has to play in all of this.

Also, I love Ciaran Hinds, so definitely want him to have more screentime next season haha

“Pity will not defeat Sauron” – oh oh oh if only you knew what the pity of a Baggins means for Sauron’s future.

And then there’s Numenor -_- Honestly, at this point, I can’t wait to see it fall into the sea.

Earien, babe, maybe you should stop following orders you don’t fully understand.

This season Pharazon: Miriel is a traitor because she’s working with Sauron. Pharazon next season: You know, Sauron’s not that bad actually.

Earien is frustrating but she always wears the most beautiful outfits

How does Elendil have such easy access to Miriel’s private chamber? XD

“And where is my place, if not by your side” JUST KISS ALREADY?!

AH!!!! Narsil!!! I squealed during this scene.

Love this tracking shot of the carnage in Eregion and Galadriel kicking ass

God damn it, Galadriel, you had one job! Protect the nine!

Oh my god Celebrimbor!  This scene, this scene broke me and is everything I wanted from Celebrimbor’s death. The pain. The defiance against all odds. The quiet victory. The prophecy of the one ring and Sauron’s end. It was so beautiful.

That face caress! How often do you think Sauron did that when they were ‘friends’? And now...

“Look what you’ve done to yourself” Oh fuck you!

I LOVE defiant Celebrimbor! So brave. So tragic. So flawed. In the end, he stood before the Dark Lord with nothing but his words and shook Sauron to his very core and made the Dark Lord cry. What a fucking bad ass.

ALSO THOSE FUCKING TEARS!!! GIVE BOTH CHARLES AND CHARLIE ALL THE AWARDS RIGHT NOW

I’ve enjoyed the glimpses into the Southlands this season. I think it’s going to pay dividends in Isildur’s character arc next season when he returns to Numenor and can testify to the needs of the Southland and the righteous of Miriel’s campaign.

I enjoyed the Isildur Theo hug. I hope they meet up again. There’s potential for a tragic friendship between them.

Listen, Estrid wants to go to Numenor simply because she wants to know what indoor plumbing is right.

Like the reference to Bronwyn and the role she held in the community.

MY GOD THE EMOTIONS THAT CROSSED KEMEN’S FACE WHEN HE SAW ISILDUR WAS ALIVE! Bwahahahaha

BEREK!!!! Best horse ever!

Also, these poor people. First, they were under the watch of the Elves, never knowing a moment peace and privacy. Then Adar. Then “Halbrand” who just never showed up, and now the fucking Numenorians. They just can’t catch a break.

“After all, they’re only trees.” FUCKING KEMEN!!!!! This little shit. If an Entwife doesn’t squash him next season I’m going to be pissed.

Ahhh! Glow-up Adar!

“A meaningless name. A name I was given.” That is so trans coded.

Ahhhhh he returns the ring so he can still be an Uruk and be with his children. ☹

“I forgive you. No more flames. No more darkness.” *cries*

The ring gave him hope, something he hasn’t had for Eru knows how long.

“Forgive me child.” “it’s too late.” “it’s never too late. Not even for me. And not for you, my son” “It’s too late” *sobs* No!!!!! Adar!!!!!! *bawls*

This is another season that completely broke me. Adar betrayed by his own children, children he truly adored and wanted to protect. Adar who maybe could have actually give them a true home and peace.

Also, Galadriel freezing and having major PTSD as seeing Sauron again is so relatable. It’s what happens when you see your former abuser unexpectantly and she also must have realized that Celebrimbor was dead and it was now up to her to protect the nine so his death wouldn’t be in vain.

Ok using the crown as a weapon is awesome, but still fuck you Sauron. I hate you so much!!

Elrond begging to save Celebrimbor’s life work slayed me. All that work and knowledge gone. Like the burning of the Library of Alexandria.

I fucking love this fight with Sauron and Galadriel. So proud of our girl holding her own against Sauron for as long as she did. Also kicking Sauron over the rocks was beautiful and of course the bastard has to regain control of the fighting by casting illusions of her friends.

DON’T YOU DARE USE CELEBRIMBOR IN YOUR ILLUSIONS YOU LITTLE SHIT

“The door is shut.”

“I would have placed a crown on your head” Do you think Sauron’s little speech to Galadriel is how Morgoth seduced Mairon? That promise of equally shared power. Of worship and glory.

Also love that everyone is so focused on Galadriel’s ring that no one even pauses to consider Gil-Galad THE HIGH KING might have a ring as well. XD

I’m with Gil-Galad: DWARVES!!!!!!!!

That fucking smile when Sauron things Galadriel is going to give her the ring. That she “understands” his goals.

Love that Galadriel took a page out of Elrond’s book and yeeted herself off a cliff to protect her ring. XD

Poor Sauron, rejected by the only two people he “loved” today. As this point, you would think he’d pause and consider that “maybe they have a point. Maybe I am toxic. XD”

Precursor to the morgul blades!

Poor Elrond looks so dead when he finally uses the ring to save his friend. That heavy decision to risk corruption because his friend’s lives mean more than anything else.

Also, he must feel so much guilt “failing” Celebrimbor. He can’t fail Galadriel, not another friend. Not again.

Wonder if Galadriel’s wound will bother her like Frodo’s?

Poppy’s speech and the montage are so sad, but also uplifting in a strange way? I actually miss Bellows now.

Also, Isildur you just LEAVE THEM WITH KEMEN?!!!

SAURON TOOK FEANOR’S HAMMER. THAT LITTLE SHIT!

I love that Gandalf’s entire life purpose is finding Hobbits to adopt and then send them off on dangerous adventures where they prove to the world that they are the most hearty and bravest of folk in Middle-Earth.

Also, I would love it if Nori is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-ancestor of Pippin Took. XD

I got teary-eyed at Nori and Gandalf’s parting. I really love their relationship.

I don’t know why, but this version of Tom Bombadil, the one sung by Gandalf and Bombadil makes me want to cry.

Aw Durin’s first concern is Elrond and aiding him. They’re so in love.

How can DURIN not being DURIN’S preferred heir?! Like you don’t name a kid DURIN if you don’t want him to be king. -_-

“Pity. I’ve never known you to be such peaceable company. I was growing accustomed to it.” XD

RIVENDELL!!!!!

It’s both a tragic and a gift that the rings that Celebrimbor made himself allows Galadriel and Elrond to build Rivendell and Lothlorien and protect it from Sauron for so many years. I hope he takes that knowledge with him in the halls of Mandos. He may have helped create the seven and the nine, but they were corrupted because of Sauron. His own work was beautiful and allowed so many people to live in safety and peace in a world in the midst of a world war. And also saved Galadriel’s life in ROP. THAT is his true legacy.

[shi-daisy]

Flower Mischief

If you can't tell I'm currently bouncing! Day 3 and I been waiting for this prompt cuz Florist Tamlin AU is giving me life. Today on the agenda, Tamcien being cute and petty. Readers will recognized the boquet described here from the old flower language insult post that's floating around Tumblr. Hope you all like!

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Tamlin Week 2024 -Day 3: Flower Language

Flower Mischief

Tamlin perked up when he saw his favorite costumer, and good friend coming down the road. He was about to greet Lucien with the biggest smile he could until he noticed the redhead's russet eyes were puffy and reddened and his pretty face had tears tracks. A far cry from his usual beautiful smile.

"Lucien! What happened? Do you need water?! Should I call someone?"

"No...It's fine. I was just hoping Andras was still clocked in. I need a ride."

"I think he left an hour ago, but I can help if you'd like. What happened?"

He sighed not wanting to look at him. "Elain cheated on me."

Tamlin nearly screamed. He froze for a moment and then put down the pot of lilies he was holding.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say Elain cheated on you?!"

"Yes. Let's just say I came home early from college and had a surprise visit. Sorry to say the floral orders will stop for a while."

"Forget about that! I'm so sorry to hear that. Let me get you some water. Here sit down and I'll be right with you."

Tamlin rushed back to the breakroom where Dorevan was raiding the mini fridge.

"If you took my ice water I'll kill you."

"Chill, pipsqueak. I took some soda and stole the salami sandwich Hart left there. Roxy packed us salads for lunch, you can have mine if you want, too much lettuce."

"You're gonna get scurvy if you don't eat at least a leafy green a week!" Tamlin chastised his brother as he grabbed two ice water bottles. "Are you gonna close up?"

"Yeah, Ciaran and Roxanne have date night but they're leaving the kiddo with mom and dad. I'll close shop late, maybe get the wedding order done too. Thesan is my friend but if he changes colors one more time Khalid will be a widow before the wedding."

"Go easy on him! Those two are hopeless."

"Like you and your pretty redhead?"

"Hush!"

Dorevan smiled. "I can hear you all the way down here. Just be nice. He's single now, isn't he?"

"Shhhh. He is but the poor man was just cheated on! I'm not going to take advantage fo that."

Dorevan rolled his brown eyes so far Tamlin thought he'd go blind. "You're such a goody two shoes. Go get that man and help him get revenge. Perfect first date!"

"If Alis was on shift she'd kick ya."

"Good thing she's off today. Now run along before your fire fox leaves."

"Stay quiet or I'm telling Cresseida you don't really like seafood and go to the restaurant just to have her as your waitress."

"Tamlin I swear to fuck if you do that I'll beat you up!"

Tamlin just laughed as he walked out with the water and went back to Lucien's side. "Here you go!"

"Thanks."

The two had a nice drink and Tamlin began putting everything away everything before his shift ended.

He noticed Dorevan had left the orange lilies out on display and he had an idea.

"Lucien, you once told me your ex knows flower language, correct?"

"Yes. I often suggested themed boquets for that reason. Why do you ask?"

Tamlin smirked mischievously. "We could give her a little parting gift to ease your sorrows. Free of charge of course."

"Tamlin, I can't ask that of you!"

"Hey if it bothers ya just take me out for coffee sometime."

It made him giddy to see a slight blush take over the redhead's dark skin. Tamlin took out the flowers a day explained their meaning to Lucien as he arranged them.

"These are geraniums they represent stupidity, the yellow carnations mean disapointment, the foxglove is insincerity, and finally the orange lilies represent hatred."

The end result was a beautiful boquet that was full of loathing. Lucien seemed impressed. "Too good of a parting gift but it's a nice way to be petty silently. Thank you."

"Anytime."

The pair heard a honking from outside the door. Tamlin recognized it as Arryn Vanserra's red SUV.

"Ugh! The twins found me? No doubt they'll want gossip."

"You know them?"

"We're siblings."

"Oh...Oh right you have the same last name. You just look very diffrent."

Lucien smirked. "I was the cuck baby. Ask mom."

He nearly busted a lung laughing at that.

"Luciiiiii, I'll become an old lady honking outside. Oh hi Tami!"

"Hey Tanya. Congrats on the transition, you're looking lovely."

"Thanks blondie! Just came to pick up the baby, Eris and Nesta sent me to take you out for treats with Arryn."

"You all know already?!"

"Eris is a bigger gossip than me, dummy. We went to get your things. Gideon and Nemesis would've beaten Az up if Eris didn't stop em and let Nesta unleash a yelling reckoning instead. It was glorious!

The boys are setting everything up for ya at Cedric's place. Unless you wanna go stay with mom and Helion. Feyre said you can stay with her and Bryaxis too, she's pretty livid at flower girlie too."

"Ugh no, mom and dad will get over emotional and I don't wanna worry them. Feyre's family and roommates are fun to hang out with but their house is a permanent rave. I'll stay with Ced."

"Wise choice, now get to it! We can go clubbing after the ice cream! Wanna come along Tamlin?"

"Well, I'd love to but I have to make a delivery before that." He said while glancing at

"That can be done tomorrow, I'd rather have you out for some ice cream and dancing if you're still interested." Lucien said.

Tamlin smiled. "Then let me clock out and I'll be right with ya."

With the Vanserras heading for the car, Tamlin put away his apron, clocked out and got a small flower for the road. He and Lucien went to the backseat while twins sat in the front, before they headed out he put a small bloom on Lucien's hair.

"What's this?"

"A little pick me up for the road."

"A daffodil? What does this one mean?"

"New beginnings."

Tamlin was overjoyed to see Lucien smiling sweetly at him, already in a better mood. He'd make sure the redhead was the one receiving flowers this time.

[misc-obeyme]

CIARAN O'MARA

CC's Obey Me MC

short, chubby human

likes: painting, plants, animals, and the ocean

dislikes: being bored, cooking, heat, and being teased

more below the cut (ETA: I will update this profile soon! You can also find a few picrews below the cut as well as some excellent art.)

Okay, here is Ciaran's moodboard, finally. All images were found on pinterest.

Basic Info

Ciaran is a short, chubby human with blue hair and green eyes. They are amab and use he/they pronouns. They're in their thirties. They're somewhat pale with a light scattering of freckles. Their natural hair color is black, but they're pretty good about keeping up the blue hair color. They like to wear sweaters and light colors, but sometimes will go really crazy with their fashion choices. Most of the time, though, they like to be cozy.

The name Ciaran is Irish and while the moodboard says it means "black," I think it really means something like "little dark one" or "dark haired." This has nothing to do with their name, I just chose Ciaran because I like it. The common English spelling is Kieran and it's pronounced that way, with the hard K sound.

History

Ciaran was born in some fictional New England town in the United States of America. They are the youngest of two with an older sister named Fiadh (pronounced fee-uh). Their parents moved to the US from Ireland before they had the kids. Their father died when Ciaran was very young. Their mother is a devout Irish Catholic and has no idea that Ciaran is in the Devildom because it'd probably kill her if she found out. (Despite being Catholic, she's very kind and accepting. It's just that finding out Ciaran lives with Lucifer might be a little too much.)

Ciaran is a painter. They like to paint with oils on large canvasses, but they will also do watercolor. They really enjoy doing small paintings on the go and for that, they use a little watercolor kit that they carry around with them. They mostly paint landscapes, occasionally abstracts. They used to do portraits, but they haven't in quite some time.

Before coming to the Devildom, Ciaran lived in an apartment with Fiadh and worked at an art gallery. They generally spent their time putting together art shows, but would occasionally sell one of their own works. When they were brought to the Devildom out of nowhere, Fiadh spent quite a bit of time tracking them down. She was unable to afford the rent on their apartment without Ciaran's contribution and had to move back in with their mother. It takes some time, but eventually, Fiadh finds her way to the Devildom just so she can complain to Ciaran (though it's also because she wanted to make sure he was okay).

Relationships

Ciaran is outgoing and likes people, but they are also feisty and have a short temper. They get into arguments with Lucifer and Satan a lot. They're nervous around Belphie for quite a while. They get into trouble with Mammon all the time, try to get Levi to go outside with them, love to do makeovers with Asmo, and is always up to go get food with Beel. They generally get along with all the brothers, they just have a slightly more rocky relationship with some of them.

They love Diavolo, feel comfortable with Barbatos, slightly intimidated by Simeon, and start out being annoyed by Solomon until they get to know him better.

Ciaran also finds Arsenios to be suspicious until they get to know him better. Then it's definitely a situation where they get annoyed with him because he tends to tease them a lot.

Ciaran's sister is their other main relationship, as detailed above. There are a couple other human world ones, but since Ciaran is mostly in the Devildom now I don't feel the need to write about them here lol.

Etc

I feel the need to mention that the cow in Ciaran's moodboard is because Ciaran likes animals, especially farm animals. Not because they love Belphie or anything lol! Though they eventually come to love Belphie, they're wary of him for quite some time after Lesson 16.

This is a general summary of the things I've talked about in the asks I've received about my MC. You can find them and all related posts under the tag "misc mc ciaran."

Ciaran isn't me or even really a self insert. I definitely gave them a lot of things that I wish I had, but otherwise they are their own person! Though I suppose one could argue that I put a little bit of myself in every character I create lol.

As with Arsenios, I love talking about Ciaran, so anyone is free to send me any asks they like about them! And as it's been asked before, you are also welcome to draw them if that is something you're interested in doing. I'm happy to answer any asks about their appearance or you can just interpret what I've posted how you like!

Thank you for showing an interest in my MC!

An adorable holiday chibi of Ciaran by the incredible @/starry-miki!

This amazing artwork of Ciaran by the talented @/opal0684!

Just a couple of picrews I felt like adding:

The middle one with Arsenios is probably most accurate, especially the height difference lol. I might add more in the future.

[kousaka-ayumu]

Retrospectives

Warnings: Broken english

Kaida is staring at her diary, hand on her forehead thinking about Sebek's behaviour.

He's always acting strange, but now he's even mode stranger, though he's not the only one.

Ace, Epel, Minako have also acting strange too but most importantly Deuce's. Wierd, with her hearing, she should be able to know about the reasons why, but it didn't?

Now that she thought about it, there we're like 6 overblots this year, she was never there when Riddle, Leona and Azul overblot but she was there when Jamil, Vil and Idia overblot.

Not to mention Haru also acted strange, they almost tired, and she's worried for them though she never showed through her expression, she usually showed it through her body language.

Now that she thought about it Deuce was also acting strange too, she knows he liked her and she likes him too, if you ask her, she pointed to her ear.

She sigh as she finished writing in her diary and putting down her pen, she looked out the window, it was nighttime now. Looks like she's going to stay up night again how many times? She doesn't know....

The next day:

History class is over and now lunch has arrived, she sat at the table with the rest of Midnight Rose PreCure discussing their plans to defeat Ciaran secretively since they didn't want anyone to know, especially how the fairies wanted to keep the whole Precure thing a secret.

What about her? She's still a PreCure and her being one of the most experienced ones ended up being a support pillar for them, no she did not get attached to them if she did they may ended up the same way as Charlotte did. (Yeah totally didn't attached to them -_-)

"How do we deal with one of the generals?"

"I don't know!"

"Maybe we should split up."

"If we did then they take advantage of it and summoned the Minions of The Dead again."

"Maybe we should do it without them knowing?"

As they ended up discussing what plans they have, Kaida is trying to hear what the First Years(Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek and Minako) when she ended up hearing something that shook her "Yumeri" and "Overblot".

She realized that she forgot something. The next concert.

"Guys, have we forgot something.." She said, all eyes we're on her, her faerie which is a porcelain doll named Merria stared at her.

"What is it, Kaida?" The fairie said.

"The concert?"

And all hell breaks loose.

"Oh cheesecakes we forgot!"

"Don't worry I have the lyrics." She said as she pulled up a stack of paper, it's the lyrics for the next lyrics with the name "I Am Rain"

"Oh thank you Kaida! I will composed it today." Hokori said as Kaida handed over the lyrics.

"I'll meet you guys over for practice.. I have something to do.." She said as she leaves and her fairie followed her.

"Okay bye ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ!" Taiyou yelled cheerfully which unintentionally hurt Kaida's ears a little, ouch.

She ended up hearing a little bit of Sebek's voice, and before she knew it she ended up hearing their conversations and ended up in a very dark corridor of the school.

"You heard about Moonlight Bloom having a concert next week?" That's Ace's voice

"Yeah, not gonna lie, I was excited for them." Jack's voice

"It's means it's going to a perfect for another overblot!" Sebek's voice?! Her eyes widened in shock.

"Wonder who is going to overblot tonight?" Minako?! She knew she shouldn't be surprised that Minako is Lilith's daughter, yet why is this suprise her..

"Yumeri is the best choice, since she told me about her past." DEUCE?! Her eyes widened as she heard the revelation, is Deuce always like this? She thought he's going to be a great honor student and a police officer in the future...

"Heh? I never thought you be like this Deuce.." She said softly, no one heard it and left.

Sure she can't remember a lot during her time in Ninjago, and she didn't want to know about that, and is used to people dying around her, but betraying her... She wasn't used to that and it's from her crush... At least he's alive so she didn't have to worry about that.. Yet the thought of betraying someone makes her sick to her stomach..

She clutched her neon green ribbon of her uniform, feeling betrayed..

@zexal-club @yukii0nna @queen-of-twisted @yumeko2sevilla @writing-heiress @liviavanrouge @childofwitches @marrondrawsalot

[cicran]

mentions of @demonkaito & @yurcna When a young witch and her familiar had crept into the hotel one night and tried to get past the front desk, Ciaran had been kind enough not to send both of them packing. Mortals are tiresome at this point, he can’t stand being around them most of the time, but the witch points out she didn’t mean any harm as she stands between himself and her familiar. She had wanted to prove she was brave enough to face the spirits and he has half a mind to let her. But she is just a child with something to prove and he looks between her and her familiar and he grabs one of the books he keeps behind the front desk. He scribbles his phone number in it, he hands it to her familiar with his immaculate bone structure and steady gaze. He tells them to go bother someone else, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he does so. Kaito is something else.

It’s not like he hasn’t had partners here and there, but being a reaper and keeping up with the hotel is a very demanding job and while he’d once had the white picket fence situation, it does not seem feasible. Until it slowly becomes a possibility again, the hotel slowly becomes full of life again in the sense that he’s not so miserable anymore with the demon around. He’d taken up being security for the hotel and that should have been that, Ciaran is a professional. But he’s also a romantic and an Irishman and banter is something he does well and so they get to talking, Yurena starts collecting other haunted books, the three of them get on well. But banter becomes flirting and flirting becomes whispering in dark corners of the hotel together and then one day Ciaran is laying in bed beside the demon and wondering where the time went. Because it feels like he belongs there at his side, like he had always been there. “I think I love you, you know.” Such a casual thing to tell someone as they lay there in bed, he’d practically face plantedd it, clothes still on and half laying on the green haired demon. Said demon doesn’t put the book down that’s in his hand, but he does make a thoughtful noise and he knows those steady eyes are on him, can feel them burning into the back of his neck. He doesn’t speak again, just closes his eyes after toeing off his shoes and he’s about to move, about to crawl further into bed when he feels fingers carding through his hair, hears a page turn. It has been years, decades even, since he’d felt so comfortable with another person, met someone who had reminded him he existed outside of two very demanding jobs. With Kaito he is not just a reaper, he is not just The Host, he’s been dead for centuries but he’s a person underneath all that. They stay like that, nearly lulled to sleep in the low light of the room and as sleep nearly has him, he swears he hears Kaito tell him that he knows. He had always been there. Until one day he wasn’t. It’s not as if the details matter, but at the end of the day something is wrong with Yurena and Kaito is gone. There’s nothing he can do for the witch and her familiar who have slowly but surely wormed their way into an unbeating heart that had been dormant for so long. He trashes the hotel lobby, he pulls at his hair, there is nothing he can do. The spirits watch, they mourn, too. He goes back to Ireland. He goes back to walking among what is left of the cemetery his family used to tend to all those years ago, stones in the ground at this point. His wife and child are buried there, he debates putting a stone down for Kaito, if not there, somewhere. But he doesn’t on account of his bed becomes a grave for the two of them no matter where he stays. He watches Yurena, he holds onto hope. He waits. And he waits. And some days he thinks he is going to become a statue at that front desk or wherever he is stuck loitering, knees drawn to his chest as he plays with the necklace bestowed upon him by his lover. Three little gold charms dangling at the hollow of his throat to match the three gold charms dangling from the demon’s right ear. He counts the days, he goes through the motions, he makes up Kaito’s side of the bed every morning. It’s the same side he cries into night after night as he tries to think of how to dull the sharp pain in his chest. The only thing that seems to do it is holding onto hope that they’re going to be together again. They’re going to be together again even if he has to find a way to beg his way into the Inferno himself. He’d never even got to say goodbye. But he holds onto the chance to say hello again. 

[kryoxsdrawingcorner]

What favorite headcanons do you have of the four knights of Gwyn?

Thank you so much for the question!!! And I'm very sorry for the late reply, this last semester really kicked my ass X_X I've taken some time to gather some of my ideas, but a disclaimer fist: I have only played the first game (and managed to get the last missing achievement a few weeks ago, very proud of that UwU) All my understanding of the Lore and Story comes from the first game story, ingame item descriptions (which I dedicated an unhealthy amount of time to reading through), so my headcanons might sound a bit outta pocket? idk :) I'm going on a tangent here, please bear with me:

- To start with Ciaran, god i love her so much. I believe she was the first of the four to reach that high a rank and had years of experience in the subterfuge/assassin branch of the military. Though she was not the one to found the knights, that honor fell onto Ornstein, she was the first candidate chosen. - I don't think she really wanted to leave her post with the other assassins and believed that fame/glory as one of the Knights of Gwyn, would be rather counterproductive for someone who works mainly in shadows. - Assassin life is lonely, constant undercover work and month long missions away from home, I don't think she had many friends, if any at all. Working together with strangers from very different military backgrounds was not new, but to form a group? It felt like a show. A nice performance to show off how far you can come when joining the army. - It was an honor to meet Ornstein, and they first never considered being more than simple colleagues. It shocked them both how well they got along. Their humor is dry and often mean at first glance, I think that was the first thing that truly bonded them. - I think it felt easy for them to form a friendship, and that scared Ciaran a bit. Friendships in their profession don't last long. -When you fight her she will say something along the lines of: "Hmph, you humans...", suggesting that she is not also human? Maybe she is of a different race? (I've been waiting for some free time to finally make a design of her, maybe the next few days...) - Ornstein! Ornstein's first thought was to reject the offer of becoming a Knight of Gwyn, not to mention the Captain of the party. Training a special battalion of Dragonslayers was enough, he didn't have time to parent another- granted, more "elite"- group of Knights. But he wouldn't be Ornstein if an order wasn't fulfilled with flying colors. - Ornstein has always been a loner. His pedantic, cynical and all around stuck-up-ness repels people in social settings, but make him reliable as a captain. - This attitude might not be for everyone but Ciaran and him understood each other almost instantly. - I really enjoy the theory of Ornstein being an illusion conjured by Gwyndolin in DS1. While I don't know much of the later games, I have seen theories of him going after the Nameless King. I love that for him, adds drama - He and Smough definitely had something going on; but I can't imagine it ended well. Smough, though a cruel executioner, doesn't deserve to be left in a forgotten city in perpetual twilight. - Poor Artorias: He was an incredibly kind soul, who put others before himself. His undying optimism was one of his greatest strengths, even though his peers (mostly Ornstein) often found it naive. - Artorias dedicated his life to defeating the Abyss and Darkness, so much that it makes me wonder, if he had personal reasons? Was his home destroyed by the corruption? Had he lost loved ones to it? - Personally, I think Artorias was honored to have been chosen as a knight of Gwyn, but was unsure. Would this interfere with his mission? - He was an open, cheerful person and brought a careful balance to the little group. A much needed optimism radiated from him, that made people flock to him. Though I don't think he would make light of the duty they carry. He is always full of hope and believes that every life is worth saving; even if its to his detriment sometimes. - Ornstein couldn't stand that cheerfulness in the beginning. He thought it was childish and naive, that Artorias takes defeat too lightly, that he doesn't linger on loss. It took him quite some time to understand Artorias' hope is the thing that drives him, it's what inspires the soldiers around him to live another day, fight another battle.

-Ciaran had no such judgement for Artorias. She understood quickly that this is just how he is. She is an expert at adapting to peoples moods and personalities, but it felt so easy with Artorias. Joking around, training, important gatherings in Anor Londo, or even meeting off duty, she felt no need to pretend with him. Even if she decided to not say a word, she could rely on Artorias to fill the silence with comfortable chatter.

-Gough was the last that rose to the rank of Gwyn's Knight. It was a shocking turn of events, not just for Gough himself. Giants were considered lesser beings, and one of them being granted the honor? It was a scandal. - It was Artorias that "found" him. Maybe during training, his eyes followed the sound of a loud twang of a greatbow. This giant, in standard archer uniform shot arrows the size of halberds at targets that were mere pinpricks in the distance. He squinted at the straw mannequins to see if the giant hit. Every single one was pierced through head and heart. - Giving praise was easy for Artorias, but Gough shuffled his feet and kept his eyes to the ground when receiving the kind words. - Once acquainted, Artorias seemed to notice him every battle, not once did the great spear-arrows that rushed past him miss a target. - Even in a fight against dragons, one would merely look to the skies to watch the beasts fall to the ground with ripped wings. - Gough was a lonely soldier in an army of many. His skill with a bow granted him a position above "live shield" or fodder for the front lines. For a long time he was unsure if that is a blessing or not. But when he met the Wolf Knight, he could hardly believe him talking to him, let alone complimenting his skill. - Gough scolded himself; he should fear this man, he who could ruin his life with a single critique. But Artorias makes it hard to fear him when he smiles at you like he wouldn't be happier anywhere else. - They kept stumbling into each other- or, more likely, Artorias knows almost always where to find him. Sometimes he has his great Wolf with him. The beast instantly takes a liking to Gough and always leans into his hands when he pets her. - When one day, Artorias comes with a proposal, Gough is terrified. He would not admit this though, and while acknowledging the honor of a position among Gwyn's Knights, he declines politely. He hopes Artorias can understand his reasoning, even without him voicing them. - But even though Gough is sure that Artorias knows his fears, the judgement and resentment towards him and his fellow giants that will surely follow, he looks at him with resolution set in his eyes. "Thou art worthy, Gough. No other compares to thee." - Gough has not often felt hope, but in that moment, he felt alive.

I may have let thing run outta control X) I know its not really a list of headcanons but I like going with the flow

I would love to know your thoughts and headcanons as well!!!!! <3

[treesandwords]

OC name meanings for SOTSK

I saw @blind-the-winds do this and they had it as an open tag so I thought I'd contribute! I love name meanings so letsa go:

The Dalions

Jamos: Altered form of "James" which is Hebrew for "Supplanter"

Katrine: Altered form of "Katherine", meaning 'pure', and is Greek in origin

Laedir: Made up. Though I think it means 'leather' in Dutch with a different spelling so....

Quinnton: Latin, meaning 'the fifth'

Bronwyn: Welsh, meaning 'white breasted' (I've heard this was meant to imply 'pure hearted' ?), also 'white raven'

Gevin: A mix of "Kevin" and "Gavin" - Kevin is an anglicized Irish name meaning 'handsome', and Gavin is most commonly thought to be Celtic in origin, meaning 'white hawk' *

Ciaran: Irish, meaning 'little dark one' (referencing colouring/hair colour)

Jerod: Alternate spelling of "Jared", a Hebrew name meaning 'descent'

Cassian: Latin, 'empty' or 'hollow'

Nurei: Initially made up, I think I stole it from some online story about fairies I read in like 2009 and spelled it differently. HOWEVER upon researching, I found out that "Nura" and "Nureh" are real names of Arabic origin, meaning 'light'

Esme: Old French for 'esteemed'

The inlaws/ others

Jessylle: Reworking of "Giselle", a Norman French play on a Germanic word meaning 'pledge'

Jena: From "Jennifer", a Cornish version of the Welsh "Guinevere/Gwynhwyfar", meaning 'white' or 'white wave'

Brenna: Celtic, 'little raven'

Gwyn: See above ^^

Nysel: All I can find is that "Nysell" is a surname, but idk what it means

Neroli: Italian, referring to orange blossom scent (fun fact, I stole the idea of naming a character this from a girl at my high school who had the name Neroli *shrugs*) **

Taigen: Reworking of "Teagan", Irish meaning 'poet' or 'philosopher'

Mariel: Danish, 'star of the sea' (did not know this was a real name until I googled it, I thought I was just spelling "Muriel" with a different vowel)

*no, I didn't name both the twins after white birds on purpose, it just Turned Out That Way and honestly I'm a little insane about it

**I definitely did not go through my yearbooks to find kids I didn't even talk to who had cool names and make a list of them to Use

There are way way too many characters in my book but I'm gonna leave it there...

Tagging: @kaatiba @kingsinking @writerfae and also gonna leave it open to anybody!

[elegistnox]

Ok hold on. Hold the fuck on.

Hold on.

Wait.

Aries is married to and loves Ceres, but in love with Cora? Aries is not mated and has no interest in being mated. Cora is mated to Orion, but in love with Aries? Orion is irrelevant, but Cora is absolutely pulling away from him despite being drawn to him. Talvi was sold to Gau in the Night Court and had Lilah and Ciaran, but Talvi does not love Gau because Talvi is mates with the High Lord of Winter! Who coincidentally happens to be named Olwyn! While her daugter Lilah is in love with Rhys but because she replaced Mor as the Princess of Night about to be sold off to a male like Eris!

Aries and Orion who happen to be constellations! Ceres who hails from Vallahan wealth with a name that means GODDESS OF AGRICULTURE! Cora who happens to be the alternate name of Persephone! The very Persephone who married Hades in the underworld! And Cora and Orion had Nox Orion Rhysand who is referred to by his surname but his literal name means night! Rhys who is in love with Lilah which means night beauty who has a brother named Ciaran which means little dark one! Their mom is named Talvi which literally translates to winter and Olwyn WHICH MEANS white footprint!

Did you write the matrix?

How in the heck can one person even come up with all of this?

I think you have a better understanding of my fic than I do. This blew my mind, want to co-author lol

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

Raine Callaghan doesn’t know what to make of Rebecca Sinclair most days. They had a good relationship once, but that was a long time ago. A death in the family will do that, he supposes.

Rated M for mature themes such as parental death, dysfunctional families, child neglect, implied violence, and minor mentions to the North Irish Troubles.

Other Tags: Kid Fic, Growing Up, Time Skips, Canon Divergence (Alternate Backstory), Tragedy, and Hopeful Ending.

Masterpost | AO3

Chapter 4: I Get to Watch You Grow Up Now

Divis Mountain, Belfast - 1991

Ciaran pulls his bike to a stop, surveying the space with a discerning eye before nodding. “Here’s good.” Pulling off his helmet, he strings it over the handle of his bike as he lays it on its side. He shifts the strap of the guitar case on his back to a more comfortable position. 

Beside him, Eoin does the same with his own bike and helmet. “Mum’s gonna kill us if she finds out we snuck out,” he whispers, as though they aren’t the only ones out here. As if the very stars will take the news of their transgression back to Rebecca.

Eoin has lost most of his accent, having picked up the same Cumbrian accent Rebecca speaks with, though sometimes his Ulster shines through when he talks with Ciaran and Bishop. It makes Ciaran frown a little at the sound of it, but he doesn’t mention it aloud. He doesn’t see Eoin enough these days to start an argument over something stupid like the way he talks. Rebecca’s opinion on their activities, on the other hand, is fair game.

“If Rebecca didn’t want us to sneak out, then she shouldn’t be taking you back so early,” Ciaran grumbles. They had an unspoken agreement. Eoin lives in Wayhaven during the school year, the two come to Belfast for breaks, meaning they should still have until late August. This year, she has some important and urgent business to return to. Meaning they're losing almost a month of time together. 

Eoin looks up at him with a quizzical frown as they walk out towards their usual spot among the scruffy grass. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You don’t call Mum ‘mum’ anymore,” Eoin says. Ciaran winces at the question, his frown deepening as his little brother continues. “You used to, but you don’t no more.”

Ciaran sighs. “It’s complicated.” He pushes a few stray hairs from his face. When he looks down at Eoin, he sees the expectant patience there. He takes a deep breath. Eoin won't let it go now without a satisfactory answer, so there's no use avoiding it. “She’s never really here anymore and, when she is, she doesn’t hang around the house. She doesn’t really feel like my mum anymore.”

Eoin worries at the hem of his shirt, twisting it between his fingers. “I don’t think she likes it when you call her Rebecca,” he mumbles. “I think it makes her feel sad.”

Something tightens in Ciaran’s chest and an old bitterness crawls up his throat and makes a home behind his teeth. “It makes me sad, too," he manages to mutter. 

Eoin gives him a look like that’s only confused his understanding of the situation. Ciaran feels much the same. He could try to explain it, but he can’t much make sense of it himself. What he can do is make sure Eoin doesn’t dwell on it too long. So he pulls Eoin closer to his side, shooting the kid a smile as he lets his arm hang around Eoin’s shoulder. Eoin had laughed at the fact Ciaran had shot up in height since they’d last seen each other. They used to be closer in height, but now Eoin only just comes up to Ciaran’s chest. “Come on, no more of that talk,” he says, squeezing Eoin against his side until the kid protests and swats at him. “Let’s go see your stars, little king.”

Eoin wrinkles his nose at the nickname. He looks up, his dark eyes barely visible in the night. “Hey, Raine, what if I don’t want to be a king?”

Ciaran’s brow furrows at the question. “Why not?”

“King’s don’t do anything,” Eoin grumbles. He crosses his arms over his chest and begins stomping through the grass. “They can only move one space at a time and they’re worthless. And you’re the only one that calls me that.”

“Aunt Bishop calls you ‘little king’.” He tilts his head back and forth as he thinks of it more. He grimaces as nothing comes to mind. “Sometimes. Besides, the king is the most important piece.” He leans over to poke the tip of Eoin’s nose, earning him another swipe of Eoin’s hand. “All the other pieces protect him and the game is over when he’s captured. That makes him special, like you.”

Eoin mutters something under his breath, but Ciaran can't make it out. He thinks about asking but decides to let it lie. If this is Eoin’s last night in Belfast for another four months, he’s determined not to waste it bickering over stupid things like what they all call each other.

Instead, he sits down in the grass, pulling the guitar case off his back and unzipping it. He pulls Rook’s guitar gently from the waxed canvas and perches it in his lap as Eoin sits down next to him. The instrument has become as familiar as his own skin over the years. He knows the story behind every sticker and scratch on the wood. Though he can’t see them, he runs his thumb over the side of the body where familiar words are etched into the surface. Tá mo chroí istigh ionat. You are very dear to my heart. According to Bishop, his mother carved those words there back when she and Rook were still together.

It’s a silly thing. At least, he feels silly every time he does it. He knows the words weren’t meant for him. They probably weren’t even true for that long. It doesn’t stop him from brushing his fingers across it every time he pulls it out or making up a voice that his mom might have spoken them with. 

“We won’t be able to see Aquila very well.” Ciaran can hear the pout in Eoin’s voice.

He plays a few chords on the guitar to cover his chuckle. “Maybe not, but do you remember which ones should be easiest to find this time of year?”

Eoin is silent for a moment and Ciaran fills the silence with a simple tune. Slowly, Eoin says, “Hercules?”

“That’s right,” Ciaran says, voice full of pride. “And who is he fighting?”

“The dragon!” And Eoin scoots a little closer to Ciaran. “Draco.”

“Can you point him out to me?”

He expects Eoin to take longer than he does to find the Hercules constellation, but he squints up at the night sky and points with unwavering certainty. They're not the easiest stars to find on a whole, and Ciaran remembers when Bishop had taken months to teach him how to find each one. Eoin picks them out faster, remembers their viewing times and stories with more clarity. If Bishop liked spending time with Eoin, Ciaran thinks they'd have a more fun time stargazing than he does. Ciaran mostly likes the ambiance.

"Hey, Raine?" He leans against Ciaran's arm and yawns.

"Yes, Little King?"

"Raine-" Eoin draws out his nickname like a whine and Ciaran can't help but laugh.

"Alright, alright," he says, lightly leaning into his brother before he sits upright once more. "Fine, you're not a king. You're…" Ciaran thinks for a minute, tilting his head back at the night sky for inspiration. Up this high, the light pollution doesn't quite reach. Stars spill out across the dark like paint speckled across canvas. "You're mo réaltín , alright?"

Eoin is quiet for a second before he asks, "What's that mean?"

"It means 'my star'." Ciaran stops playing. It used to be that he and Eoin could speak passably in Irish. When had that changed? "You need to practice more with Rebecca," he chastises. "She speaks Irish, too."

Eoin fidgets beside him. When he speaks again, it's barely more than a whisper. "She's not around that much for me, either."

Ciaran bites down hard on his tongue to keep from saying anything he'd regret later. That bitterness behind his teeth spreads a little, sticking to his gums and tongue, and he has to swallow it back to keep it from escaping. What was the point of taking Eoin with her to Wayhaven if she still isn't able to spend time with him? Sure, there's still the occasional violence in Belfast, but wouldn't it be better for Eoin to be with family? Better than being lonely, Ciaran thinks.

He shakes his head, realizing the sadness that's settled between them. Can't have any of that, especially not on Eoin's last night. "You were asking me something, a réaltín ."

"Oh, right! Will you play that song? The one about the hero dying."

" Mo ghile mear ." Ciaran wrinkles his nose, but smiles despite himself. "Why do you like the sad ones so much?"

Eoin lays out on the grass, his head resting against Ciaran's leg. He lets out another long yawn. "Dunno. I just like that one."

He ruffles Eoin's hair gently before returning to his guitar. Eoin closes his eyes as Ciaran starts playing and doesn't complain like he normally does when Ciaran starts singing. Later, he'll have to drag Eoin back down the mountain and sneak them back into the house. In the morning, he'll have to say goodbye. They'll write letters back and forth until late October when they'll be able to see each other again. But for now, Ciaran focuses on the song and the sound of his little brother drifting to sleep and contents himself with what he can have.

[icwasher]

I've been working on a story that's been in the back of my head for a while and I've already told my sister all the details on multiple occasions and I don't really want to reiterate all that to her again, so if it interests you, here is a rambling post about my current WIP!

I was originally going to write a two-book series that chronologically comes before this story, but I really don't feel like writing the other story and I think that with sufficient flashbacks and explanations, I can make this story work without the other two books.

The two books were going to tell the story of a young dark magic user (and Allure) who was also the Crown Prince of this country called Letria. For a bit of background, dark magic requires killing to get its power (in order of magical power gained from their death, plants, animals, humans, dragons) and it's also like a drug, so if you use dark magic long enough, you'll be a slave to it. The main character of my current WIP was the villain of the original story. His name is Ciaran (See-air-aine (rhymes with aim)). His little brother drowned (after Ciaran failed to save him) and his death haunts Ciaran, which is why he turned to dark magic in the first place. Long story short, he summons the devil, gets defeated, gets his ability to do dark magic taken from him, and then his father disowns and banishes him beyond the mountains to a kingdom called Oshar.

The current story picks up six months after Ciaran is banished. He's been wandering around and is almost out of money, and as he travels through the forest to get to the yet-unnamed capital city of Oshar, he stumbles upon this village that's been burnt to the ground. There he finds this three-year-old girl, Lena, who has been orphaned. He takes her in and plans to leave her at an orphanage in the next village he finds (orphanages are actually really nice in this country so this isn't him being awful or anything) but he bonds with her and ends up adopting her. Then he goes to the capital city, gets a job as a member of the Guard (basically a police officer), and gets a domestication arc!!!! His boss, Armend, becomes a pseudo-dad to him and helps him work through his TraumaTM. For a little while, he gets to live a normal life.

Then, after barely a year of living in the capital city of Oshar, Ciaran gets a letter telling him that his dad needs his help in Letria because a bunch of Allures are causing problems and Ciaran, while unable to do dark magic, is an expert on the subject. So he reluctantly goes to Letria to help out his dad.

The group there consists of his dad, his ex-girlfriend, and the Truth Seekers, who were the main characters of the first two books. He killed one of their friends, so they really do not like him.

They all expect him to still be AngstyTM and all mean and dark but he shows up at the palace in Tired Dad Mode. He wants to get this over with quickly. He just spent the past two weeks traveling in a tiny carriage with his three-year-old daughter and he is exhausted. He's using up all his vacation days to be there, and he really does not care that half the group of people he traveled to assist hates him.

During his time there, Lena gets kidnapped by the Allures who were causing trouble. They want to get to Ciaran because he's the only person who knows how to summon the devil (basically) and they threaten to kill her if he doesn't give them his information.

Now, this is a tough decision for him, and it's really important, because in the prequels (I'm going to start calling the two books that come before this one that) he chose the fate of one person (he was trying to store enough magic to raise his brother from the dead) over the good of the universe, and now he's being faced with that decision again. He makes the choice not to save her (which is heartbreaking and awful but also the Right Thing to Do) but in the nick of time the Truth Seekers show up and kick the Allures' butts, so the story gets a happy ending. Ciaran's dad offers to let him be the Heir again but Ciaran does not want to be King, so he's like, "Nah" and goes back home to be a police officer. Eventually he and his ex get back together, but that's not until years later and would only show up in the epilogue.

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The new religion left no place in Havenston for a human witch like Etain. It not only jeopardizes her safety and livelihood, but threatens a fiery death as well. That didn’t mean she was prepared to be stolen away to the Fae Realm.

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Anin must flee the Fae Realm if she wants to live and save the ones she loves. Nearly to safety, she’s cruelly snatched back from the Human Realm and finds herself in a whole new predicament.

Kes enjoys nothing more than being wickedly dramatic. While trying to help his cousin break the curse, he finds himself bonded to a Day Fae in a way he couldn’t see coming.

None of them are prepared for fate to bring them together. In just a few nights their lives are turned upside down. After all, fate gets what fate wants.

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[allxthingsxglxtter]

Look who just woke up- is that SAM HEUGHAN? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s NIALL O’FARRELL from CAPTAIN AMERICA (OC). I heard they are 33 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a/an A SNAKE WAITING TO STRIKE, HIDDEN RAGE, QUIET BEFORE A STORM, DEVOTED TO FAMILY, HAUNTED DREAMS impression. In Sydney they work as a/an ENFORCER They’re known to be quite OBSERVANT AND WISE, but have a tendency to be DISTANT AND VIOLENT on their bad days. 

Gender/Pronouns : 

He/Him

How long have they been in Sydney : 

Niall’s been in Sydney for two years. 

Which suburb do they live in? 

He’s got a place in Haymarket

Personality description : 

Niall is a friendly man at first meeting, charming and easy enough to talk to, but that is all he is to strangers.  Pleasantries and small talk before he moves on with his day.  He does his best to keep his distance, but if a friend can get close to him he’s very loyal and protective.  He does have a violent streak, a bloodlust of sorts that comes over him if he’s pushed too far and gets angry.  It’s in exceptional situations most of the time, or because someone he cares about has been threatened/insulted.  He’s nearly beaten people to death in his rage before, and it’s scared him so he keeps himself at a distance.  

Memories of their real life : 

Niall grew up in a large, loving but unruly Irish Protestant family.  He was loved, and they were well off enough that they didn’t have to worry for much, life full of opportunity and an open future.  He had his older brother Declan to look up to, and younger brother Ciaran, as well as his younger sisters Niamh and Aidyn.  He was always quieter than the rest, but no less protective.  He had temper tantrums when he was little, but the indicator he might have more than a small temper was when he was seven. He suddenly snapped on another older boy who said something mean about his brother, fists flying with a dark intent that could’ve ended in far worse than the battered face and bloody nose that Niall left in his wake as his father pulled him off.

He remembers that day, as well as the fear in the boy’s and his own father’s eyes as they looked at him.  His parents sternly telling him he couldn’t do things like that to others and praying over him near nightly after that for awhile.  Niall knew then there was something wrong with him, and began actively pushing that instinct down.  That need to draw blood when he was angry was something that always sat with him, and he tended to just, dig his nails into his palms and try to breathe through it.  Focus on his school or whatever was in front of him and take that rage out on himself.  

Sports was offered to him from a young age, but Niall didn’t enthusiastically participate.  He preferred reading and chose to study rather than dedicate a lot of time to sports.  Through his youth he was pretty subdued, learning to stay away from others and not attach so as not to flare up his anger or feel too strongly. and that worked for him.  Niall was very lonely, but thought it for the best, keeping to himself even as he moved on to University.    It was at University he figured out better ways to handle his issues, using sharp words or quieter attacks to take down an asshole or ruin someone’s life.  Some would say he played dirty, but making sure the person who angered him hurt in some way was better than killing them, so being more subtle helped him cope.  Niall had also discovered at school he had a knack for languages, and had taken to studying them and literature while he fully figured out what studies he wanted to commit too. He was still studying when the war started, but Niall didn’t hesitate to join up when the time came.  No one needed him to stay, so he didn’t.  

It was near the end of his training when he was approached by special intelligence, his knack for languages and quiet charm making him a good candidate for espionage work.  While Niall hated the idea of having to lie so much, he knew he could do more good here than on the front lines, so he accepted. And quickly figured out that he was good at his job.  He’d been fluent in French, German, and Arabic by the time he was recruited but added Italian to that list by the time he was put on the field.  And Niall thrived on the field, doing his best to avoid lies or hurting innocent people, but when it came to hurting those that deserved it, Niall was ready.  Torture, poison, backstabbing, none of it was off limits for him to get his job done, and he was put in increasingly dangerous situations with each successful mission.  Niall couldn’t say with confidence he was a good man anymore, and some of the things he’d done and saw were going to haunt him for the rest of his days, but that anger at the evil they were fighting fueled him forward.  If the enemy wasn’t stopped then his family would be subjected to this darkness too, and Niall wasn’t about to let that happen.  

He did know about Ciaran’s actions doing the war, the intelligence he was able to see whenever he did get a chance to return to headquarters always letting him know his younger brother was alright.  Being his usual ferocious self and Niall admired that he’d turned his violence and defiance into his own job of sorts.  And was glad his brother had a squad to fight with, Niall’s loneliness only amplified in the dangerous setting.  He could only send short, rare messages home and none of it really meaningful outside of messages about loving them and hoping the war was done soon.  

Niall did somehow make a friend, Michael Carter, a fellow spy that he was able to get somewhat close to.  He was a Brit, which normally would’ve been enough for Niall to just tease him and move on, but they crossed paths more than once, and it was nice to talk to someone who understood what this line of work was like.   He was understandably devastated when he found out the other man had died, Niall nearly hitting the man who told him but he reigned it back just in time.    His loneliness just grew, the one connection he had now gone, and the war seemingly endless.  

Niall nearly got himself captured soon after, the man hauled in for questioning in the Austrian town he’d found himself in.  It was hours of beatings and torture, but he held his own, not giving up any info and giving a good enough performance that the officer’s who’d taken him released him with some apology, Niall finding himself somehow free and mostly okay, but his higher ups realized he needed ot be pulled back.  Niall had just received the notice to come back to work off the field when he was suddenly in Sydney with no idea what happened.  

What was their fake life like : 

TBD

Hobbies: 

Learning new languages

Constant exercise

Reading

Quote:  

“If I don’t own my anger I can be certain that it will own me.”