#closed starter: eoin

[someotherdog]

@persephonyed / plotted starter for eoin & ingrid!

eoin hated being set up on dates. his friends had always been concerned over his bachelorhood, something that didn’t bother him much since he was a chronic workaholic. he really didn’t have a lot of time for dating, and hey, it wasn’t as if he was lonely. he didn’t have time to be lonely either. sometimes, he found a nice girl at the gym or at a bar; occasionally, he would download tinder and then end up deleting it after a week or so. though he was almost forty, eoin still believed he had time to find the one. however, his coworker-turned-friend insisted that he knew the perfect woman for eoin, a friend of his girlfriend. she was a doctor. she was incredibly intelligent. (she was age-appropriate.) after a couple days of cajoling, he finally relented. his friend set everything up for the date, all eoin had to do was show up. on that friday night, he had arrived to the restaurant early. he had been on many dates before but they have always made him nervous, especially blind dates. eoin tried to occupy himself with responding to emails and playing a couple rounds of candy crush on his phone when he finally felt someone heading towards him. putting his phone down, eoin was struck by the woman’s bright blonde hair and big blue eyes. he hoped she was his date. eoin rose from his seat, smoothing down his jacket, “you must be ingrid?”

[legioneoin]

closed starter for @acolyterose​ location: grazie a brunch note: so there i was eggs on my tiddies

The realization had come to him far too long after their initial meeting as to why he had recognized this Atlas. Or maybe he had simply not wanted to acknowledge that he knew exactly who he had run into. A lot of people that were on OnlyFans were there to make money or to make a name for themselves to a degree. He wondered what this druid’s reasoning was. It didn’t much matter, but now he was more curious than anything. Maybe they would end up talking about it at some point throughout this whole bidding war they seemed to be in. It was obvious that the other wasn’t going to back down and it would’ve been pretty disappointing if that had been the case. The problem Eoin ended up having was that he wasn’t closing this deal fast enough. There were people, family members, breathing down his neck to make sure that he got this property. And quickly. With Atlas around, it was more difficult than he would have liked it to be. Eoin didn’t like when things were difficult for him to handle. He also didn’t like for something to be easy either. So here he sat across from the little druid, coffee in hand. “Why do you want this place so badly?”

[persephonyed]

closed starter 1/2 for @someotherdog !

after a couple weeks of back and forth texting that had kept indigo on edge, constantly awaiting the vibration of a text notification, eoin finally took her up on that aforementioned coffee date. not that he had called it a date, but that was beside the point. everything had all led up to this moment, and now, sitting in quiet anticipation, at a table at the back of the shop, indie's face lit up the moment he passed through the front door. offering a soft wave, she eagerly beckoned him over. "i was going to order for you, but i didn't know if you were an 'i get my coffee the same way all the time in a slightly ritualistic way' kind of person, or if you liked to mix it up." she was the latter.

[aencrgy]

╰     ‘ closed starter … ’

✦ *  ·  ˚ㅤ@mariemuses saidㅤ「ㅤ" just let me look at you for a little bit. "ㅤ」

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‹ ‘ 🌟 ˙ .  —— aquele tipo de fala sempre fazia maravilhas para o ego já inflado do mago. não era idiota, sabia muito bem que sua beleza era praticamente de outro mundo, puxando muito o pai tanto em sua personalidade quanto aparência. então só estufou o peito com o elogio, sorrindo de canto.ㅤ❛ㅤtalvez você devesse tirar uma foto de uma vez, assim vai poder me observar por mais tempo.ㅤ❜ㅤa resposta saiu em um tom de brincadeira, mas eoin estava falando sério. adorava quando tiravam fotos suas.ㅤ❛ㅤmas já aviso que se quiser fazer um photoshoot completo, vou cobrar. mas faço um desconto pra você, já que te achei interessante.ㅤ❜ㅤflertou descaradamente.

━━ ⟢ muse: eoin pendragon; mago filho do howl e da sophie de castelo animado, 28 anos, nakamoto yuta.

[sincreator]

closed starter for @legioneoin location: Haven / near their cottagecore home or sth note: protective parents vibes

"You see anything up there?" She looked upward towards Eoin, but decided to join him in his nest. If anyone were to interfere with their safe Haven she'd have to make sure everybody knew what's going on straight away. "You're part of Keket's squad, right? With Ezekiel?" the Fallen sighed as she thought about the possibility of Rhovanor failing his task and exposing them. "Just be careful, alright? We all have people we want to return to, right? People we miss?" she was trying to get more out of the witch, to find out what buttons she should or shouldn't push in certain situations. She was, after all, an opportunist through and through.

[eoincorrigvns]

closed for: @therealfluke​

he’d seen the piano when he’d arrived, a beautiful grand in the front room, and though he hadn’t played properly in a few years, his fingers itched to run over the keys. so he grabbed his guitar ( he tired of the piano quickly, or he had back in the day ), and head down the stairs to the room, leaning the guitar against the stool and seating himself. he cracked his knuckles, then tentatively hit a few notes, feeling a wave of calm wash over him. there was something about playing music that made eoin feel so at ease. so much more himself. so he closed his eyes, muscle memory kicking in as he played old songs from his childhood, ones that reminded him of aoife.

losing himself for a moment, he opened his eyes and almost jumped when he saw that he had an audience. “uh, sorry, am i... not allowed to play this? it was just too beautiful to not...”

[tragedienes]

@fiinalgiirls​ / eoin & maite! / olive branch bar, eoin’s being a little brat because his wife is mad at him, so he has to be mad at her, too.

the bar was actually bustling for a thursday evening, which half-surprised eoin and half-didn’t. he could’ve sworn most of the people inside he had never seen before, granted he hadn’t been home in almost twenty years, but they weren’t even vaguely familiar. of course none of his brothers were there, but the maccleans only frequented the howl or horse—the olive branch would be too rich for their blood. (their blood was his blood, did that mean he didn’t belong as well?) the faces pushing past him weren’t familiar to him, expect for one. his wife, maria teresa, the beautiful hostess that was bringing class to boot hill. she was exceptionally gorgeous, gregarious to the point of envy, a loving wife and mother, and yet... and yet he only felt anger looking at her then. didn’t help that there was a swath of men crowding her, men that knew she was married and most of them married themselves. he approached the little huddle of admirers around the piano in the corner, clearing his throat loudly. “did you plan on coming home tonight at some point, mighty?”

[merekhopper]

Once Merek had checked that no one needed him for the rest of the night, he’d made an almost immediate beeline for the bar.  While he had no interest in searching through the Undercroft for a slave, Merek was hoping to find someone within the castle he could pass at least a few hours with.  The psionic settled down on one of the stools, fingers tapping lightly against the glass of alcohol that he was slowly nursing while he glanced around the bar for anyone he viewed as particularly interesting.

His gaze settled on someone he wasn’t intimately familiar with, though he’d talked with the man a handful of times before.  “Oh, hello, Dr. Gallagher.”  Merek’s smile was warm, voice a low purr as he turned slightly on his stool to properly look at the other man.  “How are you tonight?”

@dr-eoin-gallagher​

[cchqautumn]

[ MATCHED ] ellis 💕 eoin

ELLIS: A doctor huh?

ELLIS: Do you need a nurse? I'm not one, but I can pull off scrubs pretty nicely.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael in the Mainstream: Artemis Fowl

Since the early 2000s, Artemis Fowl has been languishing in development hell, and it really is a mystery as to why. The series has everything you could possibly want for a blockbuster young adult franchise: it’s a charming blend of science and fantasy with rich worldbuilding and mythology, it has enjoyable and even complex characters who go through great character arcs over the course of the series, it has an enjoyable major antagonist, an insufferable smug villain protagonist who goes through a stellar redemption arc over the course of the series, and tons of crazy heists that combine scheming and fairy magic. There was no reason this couldn’t have existed as a competitor to the Harry Potter series, but alas, it was not to be. The young adult fantasy franchise languished for decades in development hell, until finally Disney pulled it out and put Kenneth Branagh at the helm. Finally, we were going to get the Artemis Fowl adaptation we deserved!

Except we didn’t.

Artemis Fowl is legitimately one of the worst adaptations of any work of fiction ever. It has been held up alongside The Last Airbender and The Lightning Thief as part of the Unholy Trinity of terrible adaptations, and I’m not even going to try and pretend that this “Honor” isn’t well and truly earned. This film is an utterly abominable bastardization of the beloved franchise, to the point where this feels like an entirely different story that had familiar names slapped on it at the last second. If you want to know what horrific extents this film has butchered the story and characters, read onward, but there’s no way I’m going to pretend this film isn’t awful right off the bat.

There is literally nothing in this film that works. Nothing at all. Starting from the opening scene, the establishing shots, you can tell things are wrong – there are news people around Fowl Manor? Mulch is being interrogated? What is going on? The film from the word go is simply making one thing absolutely and abundantly clear: this is not the Artemis Fowl you know. The film goes out of its way to do the opposite of the franchise, merely using names and vague concepts in an attempt to sucker fans into watching it. Butler’s first name, an emotional reveal from the third book, is common knowledge; Opal Koboi, a cunning and threatening major villain who was the antagonist for almost every novel starting with the second, is here reduced to basically a personification of the voice on the phone from Scream; Root, once a short-tempered man who was hard on Holly as a method of tough love to push her to be the very best LEP had to offer to prove women belonged on the force, is here a woman who, while just as angry as ever, robs Holly of a major part of her arc and reduces her to plucky female sidekick. And even outside of that, as its own thing, the movie is just utterly incomprehensible. The story is rushed and confusing, with lots of exposition and action but with no context or cohesion. Things happen and things go from scene to scene, but none of it makes any sort of sense. A character will switch allegiances within a few minutes, characters will somehow find a way to survive deadly attacks offscreen… the worst offender is a character death they try to push off as emotional, despite there being no reason to care for this character, and when all hope seems lost, a deus ex machina saves the day! My wife, who is unfamiliar with the series, and I, a huge fan, both struggled to figure out what was going on at any given point; the movie is really that bad at communicating what is happening, which is even more baffling because the film is a pathetic hour and a half in length, a distressingly short amount of time to establish a new science-fantasy franchise of this scale.

The characters are almost all terrible. Artemis is the standout with how awful he is; no longer the cunning criminal masterminds of the book, Artemis here is more of a somewhat smug little brat who is overly emotional and, worst of all, NICE. He’s so nice in fact that by the end of the film he has managed to speedrun his character development and arcs with Mulch and Holly, who consider him their close friend and ally. Butler is pretty bad here as well, mostly because he is given almost nothing to do and is seemingly only there because he was in the book. In fact, his crowning moment – when he took on the troll – is instead given to Artemis and even Holly, with Butler ending up severely injured. It’s a bit nasty that they changed Butler to be black and then had his (white) master steal his greatest moment; it’s giving me flashbacks to Kazaam. Opal is hit pretty bad as well; being made the big bad of this loose adaptation of the first book’s plot – which is amusingly one of the few books she had absolutely no role in – wouldn’t be so rough if she was more of a presence and not just some vague, hooded figure who threatens Artemis over the phone and generally does nothing to warrant being an adaptation of the baddest bitch in the series. She’s rather ineffectual and they even try and give her a sort of sympathetic motivation, one where she resents humans for pushing her kind underground. It really is a disgusting waste of a character who could easily rival heavy hitters like Voldemort in the awesome and theatrically evil department.

Holly is almost okay, but her entire arc and a big chunk of her narrative purpose is robbed by making Commander Root a woman. Root, played by Judi Dench, is honestly one of the better characters since Dench has Root dropping lines like “Top o’ the morning to ya” with gravelly deadpan seriousness which makes the character unintentionally hilarious, but the cheap laughs don’t really make up for butchering the story of one of fiction’s finest ladies. As a side note, they have made Holly 100% white despite her skin being described as nut brown rather frequently in the book, and the now white Holly together with Artemis steal away Butler’s biggest moment. And that’s not even getting into how they neutered Juliet, who has also been race lifted but was turned into a child who barely appeared in the film. I’m not usually one to toss about racism accusations, but there’s a lot of red flags here that Branagh’s usual colorblind casting just doesn’t excuse.

The most consistently enjoyable performance is Josh Gad’s as Mulch. From the moment he was cast, I knew he’d do a good job and capture the spirit of the character, and he does! ...sort of. The decision to have Mulch be a giant dwarf and narrate the story in a crappy Batman impression while also violating literally the most important law of fairy culture (don’t tell the humans anything about us) by spilling the beans to M16 is unbearably stupid, and a lot of his jokes are just relentlessly unfunny. But I think that Gad does leak a bit of that Mulch charm at a few points, and it’s apparent he at least somewhat gets his character, which is not something that can be said for anyone else in this film. Sadly, much like his standout performance as Lefou in the live action Beauty and the Beast, he can’t possibly save the trainwreck of a film he’s in.

I guess I’m not entirely surprised by this film. I mean, a lot of quality young adult literature from the past two decades has been horrifically mangled in the wake of Harry Potter – Inkheart, The Golden Compass, The Lightning Thief, Ender’s Game, and Eragon – so this movie really isn’t an anomaly. But it is the culmination of a horrible trend. This is the zenith of horrible young adult adaptations, or perhaps I should say the nadir of adaptations as a whole? For all the flak I could give those other adaptations, on some fundamental level they still understood something about the source material. Ender’s Game still understood it could not erase the ending where children are revealed to be being conscripted to perform the ethnic cleansing of an alien race. Eragon couldn’t completely ruin Saphira, try as it might. The Lightning Thief… well, I mean, I guess the Medusa scene was mostly faithful. But Artemis Fowl? Artemis Fowl goes out of its way to be the opposite of its literary counterpart that there is no way to justify even saying it is based on the book by Eoin Colfer; it would be like having a movie about kids hanging out at the mall and doing mundane stuff, except they’re all named Jesus and Peter and Paul and then saying it’s based on the Bible. Just using names doesn’t mean anything, you actually have to use the themes and characterizations too, and this movie does none of that.

This movie is most comparable to The Emoji Movie. Neither of these works really deserve to be called a “Film” since they are basically whatever it is they’re trying so desperately to be stripped down to the bare essentials. The Emoji Movie is the most basic, by-the-numbers animated adventure film with a “be yourself” message you could ever hope to see, with a story so absolutely basic that just watching the trailer will allow you to predict the every motion of the plot. Artemis Fowl on the other hand is the most cliche-ridden fantasy epic franchise-starter you could imagine, and that’s if you’re able to penetrate the ridiculously dense and cluttered story and are able to make sense of what’s going on. I can think of absolutely no one this film could ever appeal to. There’s not a single redeeming thing about it. The movie is flashy, trashy junk that should never have been released, and Disney honestly did the right thing by releasing this on their streaming service because it would be outright disgusting to charge movie ticket prices for this tripe. The fact Disney has more faith in the eternally-delayed New Mutants theatrically speaks volumes about the quality of this film.

I can’t in good conscious say that this is the worst film of all time. F4ntastic is probably a much worse butchering of characters than this film; Disaster Movie is much more horrendously offensive and unfunny than this; hell, Chicken Little is probably a worse Disney movie because as awful as everyone in this film is, at least they aren’t Buck Cluck! But I don’t think there’s a single movie I hate more than this one. Lucy can finally move over and sleep easy knowing that the fact it’s not based on a pre-existing work has finally saved it from the #1 spot on my worst list; Artemis Fowl is now the reigning champ. Kenneth Branagh should be ashamed of himself for making and releasing this (and doubly ashamed for having the gall to unironically compare his slaughtering of Artemis Fowl’s character to Michael Corleone), Disney should be shamed for putting more money into this film than they did into BLM charities, and I hope that Eoin Colfer finds whatever he was paid worth it to see his greatest creation butchered and disrespected like this.

[cullenthechef]

@mannythejaguar​

Starter for Eoin!Manny

“Hey, Doc!” Cullen smiled and offered the man a welcoming wave. “How are you doing today?” He greeted the man, “It’s good to see you not in your office. That means no one in the castle is sick or injured, right?”

Carefully balanced the box he was carrying with one hand, he gestured the good doctor to come close. “Oh! I can use a second opinion, actually. But I do need you to keep it as a secret though. I am going to bake a birthday cake for Manny!” He grinned cheerfully. Cullen has always enjoyed baking a good cake for his friend’s birthday. “This is only a prototype. The actual one will be bigger and hopefully better taste. Triple chocolate with a layer of banana paste. Mixed with hazelnuts. You and Manny are rather close, yeah? Think he will like it? I can always change up the flavor...”

[eternalmasks]

closed starter for @brokenmasks​ x eoin. based off a thought i had while falling asleep last night. pls enjoy baby girl !

junghyun   is   not   exactly   sure   why   he’s   even   attempting   what   he   is   right   now.   sat   across   from   eoin,   edge   of   his   mattress,   gnawing   on   his   lip.   he’s   got   a   proposal,   and   suddenly   his   back   pools   with   sweat.   the   laughter   had   died   down   into   a   tense   silence,   so   he   decides   to   speak   up.   i   know   i’m   dating   apinya   now,   and   trust   me   i   wouldn’t   blame   you   if   you   hated   my   guts,   i’m   sure   you   do.   he   knew   all   about   apinya’s   history   with   the   man   before   him,   this   causes   his   skin   is   prickling   against   his   sweater,   but   he   presses   on.   but   i   respect   you,   a   lot.   there’s   no   need   for   there   to   be   any   kind   of   unspoken   hate   between   us.   i’m   not   going   to   be   all   over   her   in   front   of   your   face,   i   won’t   be   ridiculous.   i   want   you   to   know   that.   i’ll   try   to   have   her   at   my   place   as   much   as   possible,   that   way   you’re   not   seeing   much   of   us   together.   anxiety   is   coursing   through   his   veins,   and   he’s   not   sure   why   he   wants   the   approval   from   apinya’s   live   in   ex   boyfriend   so   badly.   it’s   out   of   his   character   to   be   this   polite.   

normally   what   was   his   was   his,   and   he   didn’t   care   if   he   was   seen   fucking   his   person,   he   wouldn’t   stop.   he   has   territorial   issues.   so   the   fact   that   he   is   trying   to   remain   civil   with   eoin   is   surprising,   even   to   himself.   he   only   ever   really   cared   for   minho,   but   since   that   was   out   of   the   bag   long   ago,   he   decided   to   move   on.   he   didn’t   realise   he   was   going   after   a   woman   with   so   much   baggage.   but   that   didn’t   stop   him   from   being   fond   of   her.   if   this   had   been   anyone   else,   he’d   run   for   the   hills   or   even   try   to   get   their   ex   to   kicked   out   so   he   had   the   upper   hand.   he’s   not   proud   of   that,   but   he’s   easily   intimidated.   just   as   he   is   in   this   moment,   his   body   slightly   inching   towards   eoin’s,   their   fingers   brushing.   his   stomach   tenses.   why   did   her   ex   have   to   be   so   attractive?   in   that   moment   he   couldn’t   decide   if   he   was   more   angry   that   he   still   lived   there,   or   more   so   that   he   hadn’t   met   eoin   first.   so   what   do   you   say?   no   hard   feelings?   he   bit   down   on   his   lip   harder   than   before,   nearly   breaking   the   skin.   his   cheeks   flushed.      

[legioneoin]

closed starter for @acolyterose location: somewhere out in the open note: wink wonk honky tonk give a dog a bone

Eoin wasn't sure what it was about Atlas that had drawn him in, but it had happened regardless. The druid had started to make him question a lot about himself and not just relationship wise. The witch often had a set plan for himself and didn't stray from it no matter what. But Virgil did. Aurea did. His siblings were much more carefree about everything. Then there was Eoin. He had never quite found a balance there and he wanted to start. If there was any time to do so, it would be before he put his life on the line to protect the entirety of Rome. He really wasn't sure where Atlas' head was at right now after everything that had happened, but he figured he owed it to the druid to fix things between them. Maybe they could actually be friends, maybe not. Eoin wasn't sure yet, but they could discuss that. Or not. He really wasn't sure about anything so figuring this out was a nightmare. Nevertheless, he caught the druid's eye and let out a breath. "...Hey." Was that really all he had to say? He shook his head before continuing. "How are you feeling?" It had been hours of Eoin listening to the torture that Atlas had put that man through. He could only imagine it felt somewhat cathartic.

[wildhcartcd]

closed starter for chryss gilmore. ( @starry-nxghtss​ )

Eoin reached for the frames of his new glasses to adjust them-- fidgeting with them for a long moment as he squinted into the soft morning light bathing Windham in a pleasant glow that made the entire town-- at least to him-- feel as though it had been transported straight from a fairy tale. It was half the reason he’d been so charmed by the place— of that much he was certain— though he wasn’t all that used to being awake and functioning just after sunrise and before he’d had any coffee for the day. He had Lachlan to thank for that-- the younger Clark had woken him at four in the morning with an excited FaceTime call from the guest room at their aunt’s home in Auckland; neither of the Clark boys had visited their home much in their adulthood but it had become a sort of sacred tradition and as tired as he was now that the morning was stretched out before him-- he couldn’t blame Lachlan for being excited to give him a chance to speak to their family. 

His phone vibrating in his pocket drew his attention away from the slowly rising sun and he glanced at it quickly to find several texts from his brother wishing him a good day and informing him that their family sent their love and hoped he might be able to visit soon. Eoin smiled softly at the thought and sent several texts in the affirmative back to his baby brother before he continued down the road in search of coffee and space to plan his online lessons for the week. A woman was approaching the door in tandem with him as he approached the cafe and he found himself reaching for the door to hold it open for her almost out of instinct, “Let me get that for you,” He said warmly, offering her a dimpled smile as he waited for her to enter the shop and followed behind her in short order. “Lovely morning, isn’t it? I’m not usually awake for sunrises but I have to admit they’re quite lovely this side of the world.”

[beckcorrigan]

closed starter for @eoincorrigvns​

“babe,” beck called as he exited the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel and a bathrobe on resembling a middle aged mum ( minus the face mask ), “you here? the water pressures actually better than i thought it would be -- and here i was worried i wouldn’t have a good shower the whole stay,” he keeps talking he’s pretty sure that eoin wouldn’t go off without him. but after all the travelling he knew he needed a shower or he’d never feel settled. 

[renegaderoots]

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’ eoin/lachlan

love starters | @rivsmuses

Outside the window, ferocious cross-blown cloudsobscured the receding daylight behind a grey skyline. In the early eveningquiet, gusts of wind knocked against the pane, and he realized he was glad forthe background noise. It gave him permission to keep his mouth clenched shut,draping his own silence around this moment. For comfort. Never did hisfingertips stop to playfully wander across Lachlan’s upper arms as his greeneyes narrowed before shaking his head no.

It was a fantasy for broken peoplelike them, the domestic glow of it alluring; but his reality had no room for ahome, commitment, or choice. When he looked at him, his hands seeking after thefaint impress of scars or another life before, Eoín understood – or at least hethought he did – what Lachlan wanted.

They had both gone a little mad: twosurvivors together, the mess of a failed assassination palpable as ever. Inslow movements, his hand hovered mid-air a second before he withdrew hisaffections completely, the dull ache of guilt in his guts a sensation Eoín hadn’tfelt since he had been a child locked up in the dark room. There was somethingraw about this man, something tortured, and though he was older, he knew thathappy-go-round children didn’t make for snipers or information brokers likehimself.

Forcing himself out of his own reverie, Eoín climbed ontop of Lachlan, straddling him, his wandering touch taunting like always. “Hm,I’d pay to see how you’d possibly convince your other guy to take your assassinwith you.” At this, his hands, now warm under his shirt, stilled right above thebelt. “Even your charms have limits,” he purred. “In fact, you do not have anycharisma at all, but you believed me anyway when I told you so.”

Again, silence and thunder coalesced, and the firstraindrops were colliding with the panorama windows, rotisserie-style. His vocalchords had constricted, the words too heavy in his throat to produce any morewitticisms. It was a snug, gentle dream: that he could get on the plane withthis impossible personage, fall asleep on his shoulder mid-flight, and find apeace of mind. But he couldn’t, because Eoín was not at liberty to decideanything. It would be worse now that Eoín had learned what it was like to wakeup less afraid than he had been in years, because Lachlan was there, and hehadn’t left.

His fingers became entangled in his hair, applying onlya light pressure; a kiss on the temple. “You will wake up someday and laugh atyourself for thinking you were ready to humiliate yourself for me by failing tofollow orders.” Eoín smiled, but his eyes had a glossy sheen; mentally, he hadalready closed all doors. “And on that day, you’ll have found somebody, and youwill be at peace.”

He wanted to unspool the strain of subdued screams; hewanted for Lachlan to hold him and lie to him about a silver lining, about away out.

Instead, Eoín kissed him.