#ft. aoife

[hydraschaos]

where: the bastion, during the ball with: @asheslostsaint

She would never admit it to anyone, nor herself, the real reason why this had been the one country she had refused to travel to during the past ten years. When eight of them had been spent jumping from one place to another. Making art, learning, becoming better (hiding, running away from a pain no knife or bullet wound could cause). Narcisse had learnt from a young age to not let anything get in the way, but the force that kept her from coming here was bigger than anything she could battle. Now though, after the death of someone inside The Bastion, someone so important (someone she couldn't care less about), attending this gathering, meant to placate people's unease... it was something she couldn't ignore. The perfect excuse.

And she hated still, the way her heart raced and the pulse quickened at just the sight of her. Narcisse knew she'd be likely to find her here, had hoped, dreaded the possibility. Ten years should've been enough, for the ache in her chest to quell, and the anger ignited in her heart to extinguish. But seeing Aoife once more felt like the very first time, when she caught her staring at her art. And before she knew it, Narcisse was making her way to the other the same way she had that time. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The words slipped easily from her lips, the accent strong on each syllable as she stood before the only woman she's ever loved. A smirk on her lips and a mask on her face. "I almost didn't believe my eyes... after all, it's been so long."

[hydraschaos]

The amused hum that left her lips was all the reaction Viktoria could give to the light jab. Davika had only mentioned her briefly, like a fleeting thought, and what she had done to make them part so... disastrously. But that had been her wife's doing and job, and Viktoria's never had much of a saving conscience to matter too much. "And stealing other's riches, if I'm not mistaken... I do believe that's what makes most of the Museum, isn't it?." The pleasant smile on her lips was almost taunting, a content expression on her face that almost made it seemed like there was no other place she would rather be right then. Viktoria often found too much pleasure into deciphering things, breaking down a code that'd let her into all the information. She found, she often treated people the same way she would a machine.

The sound of her name doesn't surprise her, if the position the other woman holds should mean something, is that she must value information almost as much as Viktoria does. And that alone makes this all the more interesting. That she'd choose to work for The Table, as a Librarian, after what Davika did, comes as a surprise and something entirely intriguing. "We hadn't had the pleasure, unfortunately, but I'm incredibly pleased to meet you now." A pause, she takes a sip of her drink with her smirk growing sharper around the edges. "I am... a fan, of the job you Librarians do, all that paper must be exhausting."

 It was only years of experience with needing to maintain an exterior of professionalism that stopped Aoifes half smile of greeting from morphing into a sneer of distaste. The edges of her ruby red lips flicked for half a heartbeat before settling back into a veneer of a pleasant smile. There was nothing necessarily wrong with the woman herself, but rather who her darling wife was. The shadow of a women who haunted the darker parts of the Liberians mind. The parts that craved blood dripping off her knife. Her grip tightening slightly on the icy glass held in her palm as images of revenge danced behind her eyes.  Aoife took the time to set her glass down on the bar to center herself. A deep breath through her nose, slowly exhaling through her mouth, letting the fresh air dampen the coiling embers of anger that flickered under her skin. “Ah yes, betrayal , another English specialty besides invading most of the world” Aoife couldn’t help but needle subtly. Hazel eyes flickering over the other woman's face, attempting to gauge a reaction, wondering how much she knows.

Aoife sorted through her mental Rolodex of the inhabitants of the city, trying to pick through for a name to maybe gain the upper hand in the conversation. It was Aoife's business to keep tabs on just about everyone, a name wasn’t hard to remember.  Viktoria. The Irish woman turned her body to face the other fully, tilting her head and offering her free hand to shake. “Viktoria right? I don’t believe we’ve formally met before. I’m Aoife” She introduced herself, baring her teeth in a simile more resembling a wolf's snarl.

[evita-shelby]

An Eva masterlist for all your #Evacore needs

Banner by @cillmequick

Peaky Blinders

#evacore by others

Tommy x Eva

Between the Shadow and the Soul

Nothing more difficult than love (arranged marriage au)

You read me poetry while i wash the dishes (Eva x Tommy oneshots)

A different sort of man( btsats!Tommy and Eva accidentally switch places with season 3!Tommy and a different version of Eva)

An Unholy Alliance (Grace x Tommy, Tommy x Eva)

The Duke of Saxon Shore (two shot where Duke Shelby exists)

A witch and a rose (eva & Rose Coldwell (@justrainandcoffee)

Tommy x Eva x Heaven (@call-sign-shark)

Garden of Eden

tommy x eva, tommy x Lucy Winters( @mischievouslittlecreature )

look both ways

The Wreckage

the hard truth

tommy x eva ft evie shelby( @novashelby )

a tale of two evies

Mr. Chang

Luca Changretta x Eva

Incantatrice

To love and say goodbye(one shot collection)

Not so different ( crossover with @peakyswritings Heart, Body and Soul fic ft Nina Ferrante)

Luca Changretta x Tommy Shelby x Eva Smith

The View from my window

Jack Nelson x Eva

National Anthem

Like an American

What happens in Vegas (modern!Au)

They didn't know we were seeds(Hunger Games Au)

violent delights( 17th century knight au)

Mrs Nelson(original two shot with canon!Jack)

The Two Mrs Nelsons(part two of mrs nelson)

The Wandering (Jack x Eva ft The Wandering Jew!Rose x Alfie(@justrainandcoffee)

Dreams Unwind(inception au)

Brilliant Cheng

Necromancy

Vēnor

The Eva-verse

Eva x Tommy/Alfie x Rose

Devilry dancing in her blood

God's Creation of Eve (Interview with the vampire crossover)

Forbidden

Strings of Fate (smut 🔞)

Cillianverse

Love's a State of Mind (Robert Fischer x Eva)

The witch and the scarecrow(Jonathan Crane x Eva)

Mr and Mrs Smith (mr and mrs smith inspired Raymond Leon x Eva)

Frecheville-verse

Two Souls Bound for Hell (Martin O’Feeney x Eva (Aoife))

The Locket (reincarnation au)

The First Date (Teeth from the Royal Hotel(2023) x Eva)

MCU

Of Gods and Witches (Namor/Kukulkan of Talokan x Eva)

Moodboards

Brilliant Chang x Eva

Eva ft Megara

Karma is a woman

Ship in 5 minutes

Tommy x Eva

Jack x Eva

Luca x Eva

A song of ice and fire ft Peaky Blinders

masterlist

[blindspct]

closed starter for @itsrogersandco ft. oliver & aoife!!

oliver meant it when he mentioned that he was going to try harder. he thought she deserved that much. after all, she'd been by his side through thick and thin. what kind of husband would he be if he didn't give aoife his all? he was seated by the pool of their vacation home, a glass of wine in his hand. "dinner was amazing, as always." he paused to take a proper sip. "i can't remember the last time we actually sat down and ate together." that was his fault though and he knew that. "what do you think about a night swim once we digest a little bit, hm?"

[transthadymacdermot]

O'Donnell and his girlfriend/Mary's cousin/Brian's sister Aoife who is mostly with him because she thinks the killing and murdering is sooo hot and who he stays with out of convenience and because she's good at cooking and um. comforting him. whenever his relationship with Kathleen goes under. kinda wish she would kill him ngl but alas. also featuring the inside of their cabin ft. bone collection and the characters eating again for no reason other than I started reading Hidden Ireland by Daniel Corkery today and was inspired by his description of the diets of 18thc Irish peasants... she's eating potatoes with fish to flavour it as seen on Hidden Ireland page 30 and he's eating a whole bowl of uncooked oats #autism

[nonsensical-pixels]

one of my bffs on the simscord, aoife, made a neighborhood and one of the families is literally just sims made from the first steps of this method of creating sims... sobbing while making them over.

introducing dig lett, pookie lett, will lett, and gill lett, ft. fully maxis-match hairs by my beloved @profesionalpartyguest 💕

[burlveneer-music]

Ghost Train Orchestra & Kronos Quartet - Songs and Symphoniques: The Music of Moondog

On "Songs and Symphoniques: The Music of Moondog," Ghost Train Orchestra teams up with the trailblazing Kronos Quartet to celebrate and reimagine the music of Louis Hardin, aka Moondog, the ground-breaking composer and poet who lived on the streets of New York City in the 50s and 60s, and influenced the minimalists Philip Glass, Steve Reich and Terry Riley. A blind composer who moved from Kansas to New York City and built his own instruments and mythology, Moondog's story and music continue to be an inspiration to many. Along with guests Sam Amidon, Jarvis Cocker, Petra Haden, Karen Mantler, Marissa Nadler, Aoife O'Donovan, Rufus Wainwright and Joan Wasser, the two groups explore Moondog's sense of whimsy, wonder and adventure through a cross-section of songs and instrumentals for large ensemble, string ensemble, percussion and voice. The vinyl and CD packages include an essay by biographer Robert Scotto, Moondog's song lyrics, extensive in-studio photographs by Dan Efram, and an interview with Kronos Quartet founder David Harrington and Ghost Train Orchestra founder Brian Carpenter, mediated by music historian Irwin Chusid. Kronos Quartet David Harrington - violin John Sherba - violin Hank Dutt - viola Sunny Yang - cello Ghost Train Orchestra Brian Carpenter, trumpet, harmonica, vocals Andy Laster, alto saxophone, flute Dennis Lichtman, clarinet Matt Bauder, bass clarinet, tenor, baritone saxophones Sara Schoenbeck, bassoon Curtis Hasselbring, trombone, guitar Ron Caswell, tuba Brandon Seabrook, guitar Chris Lightcap, bass Rob Garcia, drums David Cossin, marimba, percussion Maxim Moston, violin Colin Stetson, bass saxophone Guests: Sam Amidon, Jarvis Cocker, Petra Haden, Karen Mantler, Marissa Nadler, Aoife O'Donovan, Rufus Wainwright, and Joan Wasser All new arrangements by Ghost Train Orchestra Dedicated to the memory of Hal Willner

[paissa-brat]

some aoife art from the last year(?)!!!! (ft one singular maeve bellarose)

[finelythreadedsky]

I love the unquiet grave and love discovering to new versions of it! Care to share the ones you know or some of your favorite versions?

my current collection of unquiet grave recordings is joan baez, kate rusby ft. aoife o'donovan, the furrow collective (on the 2016 bbc radio 2 folk awards), jean ritchie, steeleye span, the dubliners, shirley collins, solas, the morrigan, the ghost quartet cast in concert, and there's also a version on the penny dreadful seasons 2/3 soundtrack that i really like even though i've never watched that show

and i'm always open to more recommendations!

[fangsforfree]

so fun fact: i’m actually still on my first full run of bg3! i’ve been spoiled for a lot of the story and dialogue, but every so often i get a piece of dialogue that i miraculously haven’t seen before and it absolutely ruins me. tonight’s case:

does neil newbon WANT me to engage in a parasocial relationship with a fictional character? stop making me feel unique it HURTS

ft my paladin drow Aoife who i adore with all my heart

[jowanoodles]

happy new year !! here's my first art of 2023 ft Aloys & Aoife ! forcing my way thru artblock and the cold aaah 🤧

— ✦ personal art & oc ! please do not use/repost anywhere, thank you !!

[songsofprotestpeacerevolution]

Aoife O'Donovan - Over The Finish Line ft. Anaïs Mitchell

The subtext of the song is a plea, and an encouragement, to register and then actively participate in the upcoming vote because, O’Donovan implies, it will matter.

[hannahomp]

another concept piece for one of my classes. not my best background ever but tbh it was kinda (very) rushed. i like the clouds tho ft. aoife

[evita-shelby]

The Locket

Jack Nelson x Eva Smith, reincarnating soulmates au ft Two Souls Bound for Hell, National Anthem, What Happens in Vegas and They didn’t know we were seeds

Tag list: @justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta

1847

Once he made the decision to return home, marry his Aoife and start over in America, the corporal visits the peddler who is known to sell jewelry stolen from both the living and dead alike.

He had saved enough to settle any debts his family would have, have a small but proper wedding and leave for America before the English hang him for his desertion.

Martin had been careful with his coin even after his promotion to Corporal and after a small gift by Hannah, he had decided he could spare some for a trinket to give to his soon-to-be bride.

He sees it amongst the pendants, an old locket somewhat dirty and scratched with a human heart surrounded by flowers carved into it. Gold, or dipped into it by the way its quality can’t be hidden by the lack of care.

The peddler had said its previous owner had received it from her husband and wore it until the day she died mere minutes after him. The old woman was apprehensive to sell it for it could bring ill luck to its wearer.

My Aoife will find the story romantic, she believes in fate and magic, he had said in response while still offering his coin and the old woman gave him the chain for free muttering some sort of blessing just in case.

Martin O’Feeney keeps it in his coat pocket and waits for the right moment. He had despaired when he heard she had married, rejoiced to know she had been widowed and felt the stirrings of hope in his dead heart when they wed that night.

She wears only that when they celebrate their wedding night up in the loft of the barn, the stolen treasure bounces against her chest as she rides him as if it was always meant for her.

The locket holds a lock of auburn hair from Roisin and baby Michael’s dark curl tied with a string and rests on the swell of Aoife’s breast come hell or high water. It is the one thing of value they still own those first harsh years in America where poverty is bad but not as terrible as it had been in Ireland.

They live well once things become steady for them to have a third, Hannah, and own their own home where Aoife runs her medicine shop. She wears it always even when they grow old and gray.

The only time he ever sees Aoife remove it is when he is on his deathbed and watches her leave it on their dresser to join him and leave this world together.

The year is 1892 and somewhere in a dingy tenement block in Boston, Martin O’Feeney is reborn as John, son of Rosemary Nelson wife of Roisin’s eldest son, Edmund.

1926

Jack knows his woman has a thing for the magic and old things.

The locket had belonged to an Irish Midwife who had come to America with her husband who she loved so much she died the same night as him. They had three children going by the three locks of hair inside it.

The woman dabbled in magic, the shopkeeper had whispered, no one has been able to buy it without being cursed with bad luck because the old bat hadn’t wanted her daughter to sell it.

And because Eva knows magic and curses, Jack Nelson pays double of what the old man had said it cost. He’s got money to burn and knows whatever curses it has aren’t strong enough to hurt his woman.

She burns the locks of hair, hair as dark as hers and one lock as red as his mother’s had been, and lets the wind spread its ashes as part of the removing the curse. The name of the previous owner was also Eva, well, Aoife, or so his wife had learned as she did her magical shit to break the curse on the locket.

He had a great grandmother called that; his dad’s witch grandmother come to think of it. His grandmother had been named Roisin like the owner of the ginger lock of hair too.

“Rather romantic, don’t you think? A gift from her husband whom she loved so much she couldn’t live without it or him.” Evie murmurs against his chest later that night.

“Would you love me like that, Evie?” he asks having grown fearful of losing her to their mistress, Gloria, or worse, death.

“I already love you like that, Jack.” The witch laughed softly as she reassures him of the strength of her love for him. She’ll end things with Gloria, they’ll have the baby Jack’s dreading to have, and she’ll even eschew heaven to follow him into hell.

The witch loves that locket to death, will wear it at home and whenever she can pair it with her clothing on outings. Wears it on their anniversary, their kid’s birthdays, their weddings and when they cheat death fate had in store for them.

His children never die like the visons of death that plague them since childhood claimed they would. Jack could now say his children had ended the curse that plagued his father’s bloodline as he and Eva ready themselves for bed one last time.

They know their time is up, a strange feeling they’ve had for some time now. Jack is ninety-nine and Eva ninety-five when they leave the locket on the nightstand and are found dead by their nurse the following morning.

It is 1992, in a hospital in Boston Jack Nelson is born to Rose Nelson ---of no relation to the infamous Nelson Family--- and Eva Smith is born in an ambulance outside the Sistine Chapel to Isabel Riley.

2019

Asking Eva to be his fake girlfriend was the best decision he ever made.

He loves her, he’s sure of it.

She looks beautiful in anything. The locket he gave her for Christmas two years ago does not look out of place even in the cheap wedding minidress she rented for their elopement.

He loves her, there’s no doubt about it.

Another Jack and Eva who will have their picture in that locket.

The faded photograph he’d taken out of it when he bought it said Jack and Eva 1919 on the back. 100 years ago, they had gotten married and put their picture in the locket and now in 2019 it witnesses another Jack and Eva getting together.

“The shop lady said every owner who had it lived happy ever after with their husbands, says it brings good luck to its owners.” He tells her when he stops her from taking it off as they fuck in the pink car as husband and wife.

“I’d like to live in love with you for the rest of my life.” His girl said tearing off his shirt not giving a shit that the buttons had come off.

And they do, through seemingly infinite horrors and joys, the Nelsons live through all of it as in love as they were when they got married just as they promised in the back seat of their car.

They are on a road trip to Las Vegas the moment it becomes safe to revive their anniversary tradition when Eva loses the locket outside a gas station in Colorado. While both are disappointed in their loss, the young couple knows they’ll still love each other forever even without it.

“Maybe a different Jack and Eva will find it and continue the tradition.” Jack says as they give up their search for it and resume their drive.

And they do.

The locket is said to be several thousand years old, something that had survived and been cared for by those who love ancient shit.

It is a pretty thing, a human heart with flowers carved on the front and the letters J and E on scrawled on the back.

Jack had paid full price for it and couldn’t wait to see Eva’s face when she opened his gift for her. His wedding gift to his wife and mother to his baby boy.

“They say it brings good luck to new couples.” The curator says and dismisses it as nonsense. No one believes in romance and magic anymore, at least outside the Capitol.

But Eva does, has a deck of cards she says tell you the future and thinks fate was what brought them together.

“Maybe it will.” Jack thanks the guy anyways and prepares for his secret wedding.

Eva looks stunning with it, says it was meant for them going by the letters on the back.

It holds a picture of Laurie in her arms with his wrapped around hers, you couldn’t tell it was his arms and would give them plausible deniability should anyone ask. She wears it always, at home and at the Capitol.

Takes it with her as her token when she is called into the arena once more and keeps on wearing it even if it goes against the dress codes of District 13.

“It will only come off when we’re dead, mi amor,” she promises as they affix a new photograph once the rebellion ends, and the Hunger Games become a part of history never to be repeated.

“I’ll hold you to it, Mrs. Nelson.” Jack kissed her temple as they hold their newborn daughters, Isabel and Atia.

[brightbluesage]

Aoife O’Donovan ft. Allison Russell – Prodigal Daughter

[luciochaves]

Aoife O’Donovan ft. Allison Russell – Prodigal Daughter