#declan macrae

[minneappleemigre]

Declan is my FAVE

This was just supposed to be something silly for the besties because I love Declan so much

Fandom: Sanctuary

Song: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Sanctuary Text Posts 7/?

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

[filmtvfandom]

Declan Macrae - Sanctuary (2008-2011)

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[misscrazyfangirl321]

zombie apocalypse sanctuary au with kate/declan?

From what she can tell, there's a lot of fighting going on out there (fighting about her, about what should be done with the thief who took advantage of their kindness and tried to rob them in turn). Funny; Magnus doesn't seem like the kind of woman to tolerate pushback. Maybe she hasn't yet decided what to do with Kate, either.

The guards rotate, and most simply scowl at her, refusing to make conversation. This one, though, is different.

"Comfortable?" He asks her, soon after he takes watch. There's no sarcasm in his words, but she rolls her eyes, all the same.

"My back hurts, I'm freezing and I haven't had a shower in three days, but otherwise, yeah, I'm great."

He frowns. "I could bring you some blankets."

Blankets sound... Really nice, actually, but she's not about to admit that. "Sure, sounds great," she drawls. "Maybe you could bring me a poster, or some flowers or something, too; it'd really brighten up the prison cell."

This seems to amuse him. "Do you think you shouldn't be locked up? You nearly made off with all of out food."

She shrugs. "A girl's got to survive."

"We were helping you. You were safe. I don't-"

"Reality check, Mister...?"

"Declan."

"Declan. There's no such thing as safe anymore." She leans against the bars, meeting his eyes firmly. "The safer you think you are, the quicker you die. If those things out there don't get you, someone else will."

The sadness in his eyes, sadness for her, grates. "It isn't like that here." His voice nearly pleads with her. "We take care of each other. Protect each other."

The sad thing is, he actually seems to believe it. Clearly he's bought into this whole safety-in-numbers thing wholeheartedly, and he's pitying her for not figuring it out. "Right, you're all a bunch of saints," she bites out. "Tell me: how many of those saints out there are calling for my head right now?"

He drops his gaze. Yeah, that's what I thought. "Magnus won't let that happen," he says finally.

"No? What's she going to do with me, then? Let me go? Oops, everybody makes mistakes, have a nice life?" She scoffs. "I don't think so." He says nothing, and she pushes on. "What about you? What do you think they should do with me, huh?"

"That depends on you." He draws back, settling on the little stool the guards have been using. "We can help you, if you let us."

Is this man serious? She tried to rob them, and he still wants to make nice. It's sweet, if just a little naïve. But her irritation fades, the full force of the opportunity in front of her dawning. If she truly has his sympathy, his pity, she might as well use it.

But she'll have to be careful. Too obvious, and he'll see it coming. Forcing herself to relax, she pulls back from the bars, leaning against the wall and slowly sinking to the ground. "No one can help me," she says flatly, and it's an easy part to play; the words ring all too true.

It works; he pauses, looking back to her, something considering in his eyes. "Why would you say that?"

She swallows, keeping her focus firmly on the wall across from her, avoiding his eyes. "Don't you get it? Everyone who tries ends up dead." Her voice breaks, much to her irritation. This is to get under his skin; she isn't actually supposed to be upset (but it's true; every team she's ever had has ended up dead, or worse). "I'm better on my own."

From the corner of her eye, she sees him scooting the stool a bit closer to her cell. Closer to her. Her heart races, the same anticipation she always used to get when a heist was going well, but she keeps her face carefully masked.

"No one's better on their own," he says, so soft and tender and sure that for a moment-just a moment-she wants to believe him, wants to stop fighting and let him help her, wants to stay. But it's nothing more than a fairytale, and she knows it, so she exhales, forcing a shudder. He's close, now, and she knows her chance will be soon.

"Do you have any idea," she starts, letting her voice shake just a little, "how lonely I've been? Just running and running..."

"... And never ending up anywhere," he finishes quietly, and she nods. He reaches through the bars, straining, to rest the tips of his fingers against her shoulder... And she strikes.

She catches his arm with her hand, trying not to feel too guilty at his startled grunt, and pulls him foreword, against the bars. There's a key in his pocket, and she reaches for it, hoping the disorientation will give her enough time to-

Suddenly, there's a knife at her throat, firmly in his free hand. She could... Probably knock it away before he uses it. Probably. But she isn't sure, so she releases his arm with a sigh, and he pulls back, taking a few steps away from the cell.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," she quips, though she can't quite bring herself to meet his eyes. It was nice to have someone, at least, who talked to her like a person, and now he'll be furious with her-and it's not like she cares, but-

He laughs. Not just a soft chuckle, but something loud and full, something that makes her look up at him against her will. "Not at all. I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't."

She blinks, and for the first time in a long time, she's at a loss for words.

"I'll get you those blankets now," he adds, grinning ear to ear. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't strangle me with them."

"No promises," she says, but it comes out softer than she'd like, less a threat and more a murmur that does absolutely nothing to dispel his smile. And with a dip of his head, he steps out of the room, leaving her to wonder exactly what she's gotten herself into.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

black turtleneck… save me..

black turtleneck

save me black turtleneck

[crimelrd]

introducing     ⸻     𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒   ﹗

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME ﹕ daisy haites

ALIAS ﹕ baby haites

AGE ﹠ BIRTHDAY ﹕ 21 ﹠ 29th december 2002

ZODIAC ﹕ capricorn sun, scorpio moon ﹠ leo rising

GENDER ﹠ PRONOUNS ﹕ cisfemale ﹠ she / her

LOCATION ﹕ the compound, london

OCCUPATION ﹕ art thief, gang lordess, self proclaimed chef ﹠ second year med student

AFFILIATIONS ﹕ haites' crime empire ﹠ la famiglia bambrilla

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

PARENTS ﹕ unnamed mother ✞ ﹠ unnamed father ✞

SIBLINGS ﹕ julian haites ❪⠀older brother / former guardian⠀❫

CHOSEN FAMILY ﹕ declan ellis, aleki kekoa, miguel del olmo, jason ❝ happy ❞ bardsley, john ❝ smokeshow ❞ macrae, booker cline, tk thompsett ❪⠀lost boys⠀❫

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

BODY BUILD ﹕ slender, hourglass figure

EYE COLOR ﹕ green / hazel

SKIN TONE ﹕ tan

HAIR COLOR ﹕ bronde

FACE CLAIM ﹕ cameron rorrison et al.

VOICE CLAIM ﹕ iris law ❪⠀accent⠀❫ ﹠ kaia gerber ❪⠀timbre⠀❫

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

MBTI ﹕ intj

MORAL ALIGNMENT ﹕ chaotic good

GOOD TRAITS ﹕ self-disciplined, charming, intelligent, genuine, confident, quick-witted ﹠ studious

BAD TRAITS ﹕ blunt, calculating, cunning, self-sacrificing, petty ❪⠀hehe⠀❫, stubborn ﹠ opinionated

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊

daisy  is  a  twenty  something  year  old  trying  to  balance  her  normal  life  of  being  a  med  student  and  the  second  in command  to one  the  most  powerful  crime empires  in  all  of  england.  the  haites  heiress  lost  both of her  parents  at only eight  years  old  and  has  since  been  raised  by  her  older  brother,  julian.  despite  her  own  morally  grey  background,  the  thiefstress  struggles  to  make  peace  with  the  family  business  the  siblings  were  born  into and refuses  to  accept  the  atrocities  that  come  with  it.  in  her  early  teens  daisy  decided  to  keep  record  of  every  death  blow  her  brother  had  dealt,  and  vowed  to  save  another  life  in  place  of  it  -  a  desperate  attempt  to  restore  balance and tune out her guilt complex.  years  and  years  of  therapy  later,  she  has  found  comfort  in  the  laundry  room  ❪⠀yeah  no,  seriously⠀❫  and  the  kitchen.  when  daisy  isn’t  busy  doing laundry or cooking  up  a  meal,  she  practices  her  martial  art  skills  or  finds  herself  in  the  middle  of  yet  another  heist.  what  she  lacks  in  strength,  daisy  makes  up  for in  charms.  instead  of  throwing  fists,  she  is  often  found  aiding  her  brother  by  distracting  the  enemy  using  a  method  that  is  widely  known  as  honeypotting.  however,  her  one  true  love  lies  in  the  very  illegal  way  to  go  about  art  acquisition.

[crazymcwritesalot]

I've been tagged by @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter so here's my top 9 (who came up with that number?) characters :

1- Helen Magnus (sanctuary)

2- Helena Wells (Warehouse 13)

3- Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary)

4- Diane Lockhart (The good fight)

5- Crawley (Good Omens)

6- Aurora Luft (X Company)

7- Declan MacRae (Sanctuary)

8- Perceval (Kaamelott)

9- Anacostia Quartermaine (Motherland Fort Salem)

10 (rebellion !) - Sarah Alder (Motherland Fort Salem)

It's very hard to list only 9, I could go on all day 😅

I won't tag anyone because I feel like each of my mutual has already been tagged so... Feel free to add yours 😊

[tinknevertalks]

Hello my darlings! This is a call for all Sanctuary RPers. :D

Do you RP as a Sanctuary character? Do you want someone else to RP Sanctuary stuff with? If you've answered yes to either of these, drop your name in the comments! Make new RP friends and stuff! :)

And now back to the usual stuff.

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Less than a week to go. Have you signed up? Rinari is super duper nice so if you have any questions or what have you, she will be lovely and not bite. :) And when she says open to all ships and all fans, she means it - there'll be no bashing in your gift (because how uncouth would that be?). So yeah, sign up, because this is always fun. :)

Sanctuary Flash Fic-mas Exchange

Calling all Sanctuary fans! It’s what it says on the tin: I’m going to organize a Christmas Fic Exchange for all fans of the amazing show Sanctuary. However, since a lot of people are busy around this time of year (and because I know I’m kind of late announcing this), this exchange is going to be for flash fanfiction: stories ranging from 400 to 1,500 words. Sign-Ups will be open until November 21st.

Assignments will go out within the week afterwards, as soon as I can arrange them all.

Fics should be finished by December 25th. This is open to all fans of Sanctuary, and all ships. I’m sure nobody will be upset if you write more, however, in the interest of fairness, I will ask you to try to keep your writing within the word count parameters.

From those signing up, I will need:

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[cosmic-gate]

Lets play: OTP, BROTP, or NOTP / Sanctuary - Helen Magnus/Declan MacRae, I'm curious. ❤️

OTP, BROTP, or NOTP

I don’t ship it and don’t see them as bros so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Don’t hate the ship though 

[unleashedart]

This was just supposed to be something silly for the besties because I love Declan so much

Fandom: Sanctuary

Song: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Sanctuary + Text Posts 4/?

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[filmtvfandom]

Sanctuary - Declan Macrae - Head of UK Sanctuary, loyal to Magnus, ex military, cheeky bastard.

[captain-sassy-socks]

[misscrazyfangirl321]

kate/declan au where kate ended up working for declan instead of helen, for whatever reason?

She knows what's happened before he even hangs up the phone; he pales, shoulders sagging, and her world threatens to crumble around her.

He ends the call quietly, slipping his phone into his pocket, and looks at her with soft, devastated eyes.

"No," she says. It's pointless, but it slips out all the same, a desperate protest against the reality swirling around her. "No, he can't-"

"Watson's dead." Not cruelly, but firmly, and she knows he doesn't want to have to say it twice, so she swallows down her protests, reaching for him instead. They haven't talked about this-this thing between them, this closeness that's been shaded with words unspoken from nearly the first day James hired her-but this comes easily enough all the same: she embraces him, and he wraps his arms around her, so tight they must hurt.

"Now what?" She cannot even begin to imagine a future without the man who took her in, the one who saw her potential and set her on a different path.

He swallows. "Now, effective immediately, I'm head of the London Sanctuary." One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of her head, and he gives a shuddering exhale. "They were able to get it, at least; they've retrieved the Source Blood from the ruins. The war is over."