#oisín / self.

[edith-is-a-cat]

i have so many flavors of my sona... sheep (well the ears and tail arent real just accessories to appear more demonly) edie for obey me, ede my yuu for twst, my normal demon guy, normal human me just with the piercings i want, what ever is going on in blush blush edie's fashion crisis, NOW WE HAVE ANOTHER AN THEY ARE HOOVED HPW DO I KEEP THIS UP

[chmpn]

iggy, castor, oisín, merit, hawke, gabriel, teddy, jasper.

[tixdixl]

With Book 7 getting an update on English servers, I have been slowly but surely chipping away at WIPs and have been updating this thing.

self reblog mainly so I don't have to go searching for this post later

Timeline Post: Oisín Anbás

This post is going to be an archival hub for me to store all of my fan fics and actually list them in chronological order. I have a habit of not writing things in order, so this is going to help me navigate and midigate that. As such, this post is likely to undergo repeated changes and updates.

Naturally, of course, you are welcome to read my works. Just I do ask not to be super critical without asking first. ^^;

A couple additional notes:

1. Please do not repost any of my works!

2. You will find direct references and inclusions of other people's OCs, including @cyanide-latte and @ramshacklerumble . For more information on their OCs, please view their blogs.

3. Oisín being a dullahan means that various fics will include references, mentions, or direct inclusions of death and mild body horror. Please proceed with caution.

4. This is a OC X Canon friendly space! Expect a lot of it! Thank you ^^

Pre-NRC - Warning: Book 7 Spoilers Ahead

Where Death and Undeath Meet

Too Soft

A Chance At Love

How Could You Know?

Far Cry Cradle

Questions

I'm Yours

Pretty Big Feelings

For His Sake - Companion piece to "Pretty Big Feelings"

Always

Welcome Home

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During NRC

What He Asked For - this fic is centered around Kingsley but includes Oisín

Worth its Weight in Gold

Letters

Dance with Death

Nightmares

Happy New Year

This One I Wrote For You

The Prototype

Cavalier de légende

Tearing Down Walls

A Bitter Hint of Smoke

The Reveal

Cross the Bridge

To Try and Close the Gap

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Post-NRC - Warning: Book 7 Spoilers Ahead

Mah Jong

Scars of the Past

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Letters to Other Characters

Initial Letter to Ren

[bromcommie]

WIPs word search

the lovely @dharmasharks tagged me to do this one—thank you, friend! I was hoping to do something like this, and it was pretty fun<3

Most of these are bits and pieces that were originally meant for the canon-divergent post-CATWS fic that I started posting in February but have since woefully neglected to update as I lost some steam and tried to restructure it, so this is equal parts a game and an attempt to get myself to finally post a new chapter. Fingers crossed!

Heat:

“How is it,” and he’s laughing, first time in a long time Steve’s seen him like this, laughing loud and unafraid and with his whole body, “Tell me, Rogers – how is it you’re all juiced up on Uncle Sam’s finest steroids, lifting tanks and all, but you still burn like a sheet of paper anytime you’re out in the sun for longer than five minutes?” “It’s a tan,” Steve grumbles half-heartedly, feeling the sorry back of his neck flame up as he rolls his head over to squint at him through the blinding sunlight. “I’m tanning. It’s handsome, I hear.” That sends Bucky off again. “No. No it ain’t.” He gestures vaguely to his own self, to where he’s bronzed out around the edges from the incessant heat beating down on them. “I tan. Morita tans. Even fucking Dugan tans, and he’s as Irish pale as you. You are one step away from sparking up like a tinderbox. Look at that.” He swipes at the bridge of Steve’s nose where he’s gone red and freckled and already peeling a little bit, and he hisses at the burn, swatting his hand away. “Cut it out.” Bucky leans back and just looks at him for a long second, blinking the unfortunate mix of sweat and dust out of his eyes. His face splits back into a grin like he can't help himself and something in Steve’s chest flips, unhindered by the annoyance. “What?”  “You look like a tomato. It's unbelievable.” “Shut up.” It’s stupid, barely even passes for a joke. He finds himself laughing along anyway, caught in the contagious energy rolling off Bucky in waves, the relaxed slouch of his body in the warm red dirt. “Shut the hell up. God almighty, you’re un-fucking-bearable.”

Drink:

“You’d be doing a better job if you were paying as much attention to our man as to gossip Yelena overheard.” “Gossip is our business. And he’s still trying to impress her.” “Is it working?” Natalia casts a glance to the pair at the bar, watches the dull glint of the woman's gaudy necklace where she twists it in an idle loop around a finger over and over, the scatter of light dancing across the polished marbletop. “She just yawned into her drink. Are you, really?” “Am I what really?” “American.” The static of the line crackles in the hollow pause and she gets that feeling again, the invigorating fear of having pushed too far over the clearly drawn line. “What would it matter, anyway?” “People change sides all the time.” That, of all things, finally gets a reaction, trips a miracle: the Soldier laughs. It's not a particularly nice sound. "Sweetheart, I'm not people."

Look:

I remember getting angry every time he told that story. I couldn’t make heads or tails of the point of it. I’d sit there after, while you were going off about adventuring and the hero’s sacrifice and if I think Katherine McMahon from class looks like what Niamh is supposed to look like, thinking to myself about how Oisín deserved the horrible fate he got, dying all old and weak and alone. Thinking, what kind of schmuck leaves the love of his life behind just like that? Turns out I got my answer. Life’s funny like that, and by funny I mean a vindictive old bastard. Anyway, I don’t think it’s all so horrible, anymore. Oisín got to go home, after all. Everyone back there was gone, sure, but at least he got to see it with his own two eyes again, this place he used to love and the way it had changed, instead of spending the rest of eternity not knowing and homesick without realizing what for. At least he got to help some folks before he died. He got to grow old, even for a moment – I remember when we were kids we’d talk about what we’d do if we could be like the fairies and heroes living forever in the stories, about all the exciting things we’d live to see, about what the future would look like. Now I think maybe he knew it was his time, Oisín – maybe he leaped off the horse before he even got to fall, let his feet hit the ground of Ireland one last time. Maybe he knew better than we did back then that the future ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Dance:

They fall back into a drowsy silence as Steve rolls down the window and settles into the rush of cool air. Some crooning melody floats off the speakers and Bucky hums along absently to the unfamiliar tones, taking them off the highway. In his peripheral he can feel Steve’s eyes on him, still soft and loose from sleep, warm in the last of the golden afternoon glow. “Quit looking at me like that,” he grumbles after a minute. “I ain’t looking at you like anything,” counters Steve immediately. “You keep it up, your face will freeze that way.” “You vain son of a bitch,” Steve throws back, smile blooming easy and unbearably familiar. “How d’you even know it’s you I’m looking at? Maybe I’m just admiring the scenery.” “Perfectly good window right next to you, Rogers.” “Sure.” He yawns again, then breaks out into a grin. “View’s not as pretty, though.” Bucky, to his utter bewilderment, feels his face flush hot. “Oh, I’m pretty now, is that it?” he settles on after a moment. “Yeah, Buck,” Steve says, grin widening impishly. This motherfucker. “Prettiest dame in the whole dance hall.” Bucky snorts. “Unbelievable. You stop trying to kill a guy for two minutes…” “Got the hair for it, now, too.” “Asshole,” Bucky mutters, but the laughter’s escaping despite his best judgement. “Tell you one thing: I definitely don’t remember you being this much of a pain in my neck.” “Good thing I don't mind reminding you, then,” Steve says in a breezy tone, grabbing the phone between them and hitching his knees up onto the dashboard.

No idea who all’s done this so far, but I'm gonna go ahead and lightly poke @emjee @snowangeldotmp3 @painted-doe @burberrycanary @vostok3-ka @gyokujyn @buckrogers as well as open tag anyone else who would like to do this. (yes, I really mean that, and please tag me if you do!) Contestants, your words are space, sharp, sweet and home. Go nuts!

[artblock-tm]

my sketchbook is so full of fate series characters. oogh

These next three are self-indulgent doodles of if Fionn and Diarmuid were the companions of Agartha instead of D’Eon and Astolfo

And this last was an attempt at a design for a fanservant! Oisín :)

[gingersnaptaff]

🍩 for all three of the Arthurian yrio, why not *grins evilly*

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?: Gwyn: It's Tywanwedd currently, although later it'll be Fach. I definitely see Gwyn and Tywanwedd's rivalry being based on Gwyn's resemblance to her mum and basically being what Tywanedd wishes she could be. (Queen of Rhos, is the long and short of it.) And I do think Tywanwedd might be driven by her hatred of bastards considering a) she's one herself as was gwyn's mum so, y'know, she's got COMPLICATED FEELINGS, b) Her husband has two bastards (Owain and Morfudd) and Owain is Urien's heir and not one of her kids, and c) Gwyn is pregnant with a bastard!!!! Eigyr had a bastard before she met Uthyr! I think Tywanwedd is sick to death of bastards.

Dylan: Y'know, originally I thought of Lleu because they're brothers and are diametrically opposed to one another (light and dark, sun and waves) but now I think it's Gofannon. I can't go into why because I don't want to spoil but suffice to say it's juicy. (And is connected to Ireland because I love writing Oisín).

Arthur: His biggest enemy is himself. He's going through a lot of shut (his dad is dead, his mum is grieving, his cousins HATE him for various reasons and he's alienating allies left, right, and centre, his mentor is an absolute bastard, he's marrying Gwyn but she loves Dylan and he loves Dylan too!!!! Shsjdjd) He cannot catch a break. He definitely is just trapped in a cycle of self-loathing and pity. He uses his self-aggrandizement, flirting with Indeg, and swaggering to cover it up but if you're perceptive enough (like Gwalchmai) you can see through it. (There's also this fuckin baby, right, called Medrawd, but don't worry about him he's FINE.)

[lupercals]

i would draw oisín in the babygirl pose but i think touching the ground would make his germophobic self actually scrub off his skin </3

Put a little something to cover the ground

[mad-bird-writes]

The Ignoble Family of Birchwood: Oisín

Given name: Wolfsbane (meaning - "misanthropy, hatred of mankind")

Taking after his father in temperament if not in looks, Wolfsbane is possibly the most vicious faery Birchwood has ever known. While his mother is content to observe humans as they skirt the boundary line between realms, and his little sister will often claim them as playthings, he will simply slaughter any who venture too close and leave their bodies for the animals whose lands they share. In this way, his given name has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, a fitting epithet, and an impressive accolade: Fae naturally consider themselves to be far superior to mere mortals, and thus a "hatred of mankind" is considered an admirable trait.

Thanks to this unparalleled ruthlessness, out of her three children, Amaranth considers Wolfsbane the best candidate for "heir" to the nonexistent throne. However, he, like his little sister, will need to learn some wisdom and self-control if he's ever to be considered truly fit to lead.

[eilidhink]

help I remembered eilidh and oisín and eilidh and Raphael the other day and IM STILL WEEPING

god yeah I haven't thought about them in a long time but. here's the thing. they get very different versions of Eilidh, and I can't imagine them trading lol. Oisín is so much a part of who pirate!Eilidh is, even though he's like. an oasis away from her real life? Because he's someone she can be her sharpest, cruelest, most angry self with, and where everywhere else that would start a fight, he just takes it. It's like he absorbs all of that and underneath there's this sadness and loneliness and sometimes even kindness that hardly anyone else in her life gets to see. Flint having seen some of it when they were younger is part of why she hates him so much now. Silver sees glimpses of it sometimes and they both ignore it, just like they ignore his. But Oisín somehow makes space for it. With him in the woods is the only time she feels like she can really breathe. It physically pains her to say nice things to him. She'd kill for him.

Raphael doesn't know that Eilidh at all. His Eilidh might as well have come from the summer light through the trees, warm and soft and ephemeral against his solidity. He brings out Eilidh's deep loyalty and patience, he slows her down. He also brings out a sadness in her, but it's not a lonely sadness. It's the sadness that comes from having loved so deeply that the grief warms you even when it hurts. It's the sadness of turning to your friend on a beautiful day and realizing they aren't there with you, they've slipped away and may not be back in time to see the sunset.

When pirate!Eilidh visits Oisín and he isn't there, she steals some bacon and goes away again, annoyed. When Raphael's Eilidh finds him sitting like a rock behind the church, she sits beside him and waits.

[li0nh3arted]

↪ not-so-brief introduction. BASICS.

full name: ruairi oisín peter macarthy. nickname(s): ror (based on the pronunciation of his name 'rory'), sunshine. age: twenty-nine. date of birth: 28 december 1994. zodiac sign: capricorn. place of birth: killiney, county dublin, ireland. ethnicity: white. nationality: irish. gender: demiboy ( nonbinary, he/they pronouns ). sexual orientation: pansexual. romantic orientation: panromantic. religion: ruairi was raised catholic and practiced long enough to have first communion and other childhood milestones go by. as an adult he doesn't practice actively but he'll attend mass when his parents visit him or he visits them. education: bachelor’s in mechanical and computer engineering ( trinity college, dublin ), master's in game design ( - university ). occupation: game developer; co-owner & co-founder of starcrest gaming. language(s) spoken: english, irish ( his irish is a little rough as he grew up speaking it but fell off at a certain point. he's trying to brush up and re-learn it as best he can ). accent: ruairi has a fairly thick irish accent though the time he's spent in the united states has softened it the slightest bit. neighborhood: sycamore row, maple lane.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: callum turner. hair color: dark brown. eye color: blue. height: 6'2". weight: 176 lbs. build: ruairi is fairly lanky as things go but he's recently taken to hitting the gym regularly and has managed, against all odds, to bulk up a bit. tattoos: he has a tattoo of a baby owlbear holding a d20― it's inspired by baldur's gate 3 and on the inside of his right bicep ( here ); he has a tattoo of his favorite character from baldur's gate 3 ( shadowheart ) on the back of his left calf ( here ); he has a legend of zelda themed tattoo on his left forearm ( here ). piercings: he has a helix piercing in his left ear that he got when he was seventeen and hardly remembers enough to think to remove it. he wears a basic silver ring there. distinguishing characteristics: the level of energy he has on any given day, his accent, the fact that he always seems to be in seven places at once in any conversation, his smile.

PERSONALITY.

label: the avid gamer. positive traits: adaptable, charming, clever, compassionate, empathetic, flirtatious, independent, methodical, passionate, persuasive, resourceful. negative traits: anxious, impatient, impulsive, mischievous, needy, obsessive, perfectionist, reckless sarcastic, self-deprecating, self-sabotaging, shy, stubborn. goals/desires: to continue to make games he can be proud of, to be a good father to his son, to fall in love again. fears: autophobia ( fear of being alone ). hobbies: playing video games, streaming on twitch, writing in his spare time, cooking, baking, building computers, learning new things, finding new games to play, playing dungeons & dragons with his friends, reading, spending time with his son, playing with his dog, programming, spending time with his friends, listening to music, playing guitar. he notoriously will try anything at least once and he's prone to doing some chaotic things if they look fun or interesting. quirks: he very nearly always talks with her hands to some extent when he’s speaking, he gets obscenely excited over animals of just about any sort, he always seems to have some kind of sweet on his person, he tends to look like he needs to sleep for the next three days even when he's full of energy. he always seems to have coffee or an energy drink with him ( his mother is very concerned for his kidneys ). likes: disney movies, cute people, flirting with said cute people, spending time with his friends and family, taking naps with his son and his dog, strong coffee, food of any kind, trying new things if his friends will try them with him, watching documentaries, watching foreign TV shows, watching anime, fantasy novels, queer romance novels, jigsaw puzzles, crafts of any sort ( knitting, especially ), video games of all sorts, finding new rpg style games to play, streaming, baking, going out with his friends, milkshakes ( he developed a love for them once he moved to the states ). dislikes: being bad at things on the first try, people who don’t listen, anyone who has something negative to say about his being a single parent, black licorice, the amount he throws himself into work sometimes, people who are unnecessarily rude, most hard liquor that isn't whiskey ( he'll legitimately fight someone if they make a joke about it, though ).

FAMILY.

father: ciarán macarthy. mother: maebh macarthy. sibling(s): eoghan macarthy ( older brother ), lorcan macarthy ( older brother ), conor macarthy ( younger brother ). pet(s): a three year old belgian malinois named jaina ( after his favorite world of warcraft character ). financial status: upper middle class.

BIOGRAPHY.

Born in Dublin, Ireland - the third of what would eventually total four Macarthy sons - Ruairi ( 'Rory' he'd stressed time and again throughout school, eager to help anyone who cared to listen understand how to make at least a passing effort at not butchering his name ) - was a rambunctious and energetic boy seemingly from the moment he knew enough about anything to get into trouble. And, as luck would have it, he had a particular knack for getting into trouble that was only matched by his apparent gift in talking himself right out of it. He was genuinely sweet when he interacted with most people and between his good manners and even better grades, well, it was difficult for his parents to find a reason to discipline him too severely for his boyish shenanigans.

Being nearly the youngest of his brothers certainly never seemed to help matters - though he wasn't lacking in attention by any means, Ruairi seemed determined to get that much more in any and every way he possibly could - whether that involved placing first in a science fair in primary school with a robot he'd built from scratch or getting in trouble for getting into fights with local boys for picking on his siblings mattered little in his eyes. Attention was attention. His parents disciplined him as best they could and hoped that he'd grow out of that particular habit as he got older and, much to their relief, he seemed to the moment he was ready to attend University. They hadn't quite expected him to follow so closely upon the heels of his brother Lorcan who'd enrolled at Trinity College two years before Ruairi himself darkened its doors.

University was a delight for someone as insatiably curious as Ruairi had always been and he delighted in every experience he could take in - his courses, making new friends, enjoying everything that being away from home had to offer. He had some measure of supervision if he decided he wanted to spend any significant time with his brother but thankfully, in his mind, the elder Macarthy wasn't one to ride him too hard about what he was getting up to. When his brother graduated and Ruairi found himself left up to his own devices more often than not he began to spend time with an exchange student who would eventually become his girlfriend - Margaret Rourke. She was American, in the same engineering courses as Ruairi and he was head over heels for her just as soon as they met.

It was a whirlwind romance in every imaginable way and Ruairi was determined to enjoy every possible second of it. Though, he thought, perhaps his enjoyment went too far afield when Maggie told him she was pregnant a few weeks after they'd celebrated their first anniversary together. Ruairi was equal parts terrified and determined to be a proper father for his child and stepped up in the way he did just about everything else - with laser focus and the utmost effort. The prospect of fatherhood seemed to settle him down even more and shortly before they graduated from University, Maggie gave birth to their son Fionn. Another year passed that involved raising Fionn with Maggie, nurturing their relationship and debating the merits of enrolling in graduate school - something Ruairi finally committed to when he agreed to move back to the United States with Maggie - to be nearer to her family in her hometown of Chicago, Illinois.

Living in the US was something of a novelty for Ruairi for at least two or three months but he was perfectly happy to balance raising their son, attending school, and working on developing an indie RPG video game with his best friend in his graduate program while he did so. Everything felt rather perfect and he made the quiet decision to buy Maggie an engagement ring as their second anniversary approached. As most things seemed to do when they felt all but perfect - they shattered in a fraction of a second when Maggie walked out on him and their son one night - explaining little more than the fact that she wasn't certain she wanted a family after all. Ruairi was heartbroken, to say the least, and tried his best to pick up the pieces and carry on as he always had. He couldn't very well fall apart when he had a child to look after and, much to his surprise, his ex-girlfriend's family still seemed more than happy to support him. When he finished his graduate program as class valedictorian he made sure to thank them first and foremost alongside his own family and his son.

Now, with school behind him and the pet project game he'd worked on during school having grown into something of a phenomenon - Ruairi was doing his best to give his son a good life above all else. Though still only in single digits - Fionn was just as wildly curious as his father though, thankfully, with none of Ruairi's penchant for trouble. There was nothing in the world Ruairi wouldn't give his son and he made sure to remind him at every opportunity. His life wasn't exactly where he'd expected it to be when it had fallen apart as Maggie left but he was relieved that he'd managed to land on his feet above all else and continued to put one foot in front of the other with his gaze forever towards the future.

[tixdixl]

🌹🎈🥩

Maybe for Oisin and Kingsley? Or whoever's shouting "ASK ME!" in your brain :-3

Oooh!!! These are fun! Thank you!!

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

Kingsley is aromantic~ lol. He is in the painful place of quoiromantic where he is not capable of experiencing romantic love. However, he finds out thanks to a couple of folks that he is willing to be on the receiving end so long as he is not expected to reciprocate those feelings.

Also I need you to know... the moment you asked, my dullahan emerged looking like this:

Oisín is such a hopeless romantic and has only ever fallen in love with one person. But they could give you a long list of what all they love about Lilia Vanrouge.

Personality is huge for them. As is the sense of humor. Being demisexual, those things and how they mesh with them are incredibly huge.

That said though, they love a partner who could absolutely snap their neck metaphorically. One who is willing to take the time to get to know how their existence works and would be as much of a threat to them as they are to their partner. They dont like the idea of a power differential- unless that differential is created willingly. And the realest thing? Is that they are happiest when both their partner and they themself are capable of being strong on their own and also in the presence of each other.

They love a partner who is willing to exist and be and live with them, with no regrets or shame. They are a hopeless romantic, and thus would love a partner who would be willing to things as they hit them. They love a partner who would willingly receive their affections as their heart and the moment carry them- and a partner who would reciprocate that energy. To dance in the rain; to hold their partner until they fell asleep in their arms; to go on little outtings sporatically and with or even without any plan. To live in the moment as though no one else in the world exists.

They love having a partner who they can reflect like the moon reflects the light of the sun.

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

Kingsley canonically refuses to participate in the theatrical performance during GloMas. He refuses to dance. He refuses to enjoy the festivities because that motherfucker tried to almost kill everyone and got off scott free. In general though, he really isnt much of a party goer. The only real party he actively like... participates in is his coorination celebration way after he graduates and thats kind of because his found family won't let him be a wallflower.

Oisín is shy at like... parties where there are a lot of folks they don't know. In particular, they dont go to parties unless they are going with someone they know. But if its like... a party where everyone coming is a friend or family? They will be there and they WILL participate.

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

This is... such an interesting question. I honestly had to spend a lot of time pondering this...

If we are being technical, fighting and hunting start out being sort of coping mechanisms for Kingsley. But when he starts making friends (cough- Jack), he starts to develop other coping mechanisms. Running and training begin to slowly become forms of coping mechanisms for him. But he still... does target practice... a lot.

Oisín on the other hand tends to self isolate and write- write everything. Positive. Negative. All their feelings conveyed on a page rather than expressed outwardly.

If you made it this far- thank you for reading ^^;

Prompt

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @starry-night-rose @elenauaurs @rainesol

@cyanide-latte @winterweary @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @boopshoops

@lumdays @twstinginthewind @inmateofthemind

[oisin-sdit]

Was able to do training with oisín today. Haven't been able to for a while since my legs don't work anymore. Asked my sister to bring me a bag of his food and see if I could do a training session from my bed. I was and so was I for his dinner as well. We worked on his item retrieval and Self injurious behavior interruption and dpt. He did ok but since it's been a while there's a lot of him not knowing what to do with everything besides sib interruption cause he's been doing great with that even outside training. Tired to teach him to pick up my blanket I've gotten to the point he'll grab it when I'm holding but when I drop it he won't grab it yet it'll probably take a while for that one because leaning over the edge my bed to grab it off the floor is dizzying.

[fahnreadingchallenge]

Foil, Arms and Hog Reading Challenge 2025

There's a reading challenge by fans of the comedy sketch group Foil, Arms and Hog on GoodReads. If you are interested in exploring books loosely tied to FAH, you can join there, or on Facebook, or comment here to be added. Have a good year!

Recommendations:

Book you would recommend to Foil

Book you would recommend to Arms

Book you would recommend to Hog

Book you would recommend to La Bullshat (or a book you envision would be on his bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Oisín (or a book you envision would be on his bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Snob (or a book you envision would be on his bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Barry Kiernan (does he have a bookshelf?) ;)

Book you would recommend to Anne Flanagan (or a book you envision would be on her bookshelf)

Book you believe would be Anne Flanagan’s current guilty pleasure read

Book you would recommend to Richard Chandley (or a book you envision would be on his bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Mrs. Geraghty (or a book you envision would be on her bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Tiernan Callaghan (or a book you envision would be on his bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Gerald (or a book you envision would be on his bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to Influencer Dad or his son (or a book you envision would be on their bookshelf)

Book you would recommend to a character not mentioned here - or one you would envision would be on that character’s shelf

Immigration Sketch-Related:

Book written by a Chinese author (or set in China)

Book written by an Austrian author (or set in Austria)

Book written by a Swedish author (or set in Sweden)

Book written by a Welsh author (or set in Wales)

Book written by a Polish author (or set in Poland)

Book written by a North Irish author (or set in North Ireland)

Book written by an ancient Roman (or set in ancient Rome)

Book written by an Indian author (or set in India)

Book written by an Australian author (or set in Australia)

Book written by a New Zealand author (or set in New Zealand)

Book that features a Star Wars, science fiction, or Tolkien-inspired/type character

Book written by an author from the US (or set in US)

Book written by a Spanish author (or set in Spain)

Book written by an Italian author (or set in Italy)

Book written by a German author (or set in Germany)

Book that features an immigration or emigration scene/situation

Book about travel or one that involves a character who travels

Book written by an author from a place that you wish FAH would do a sketch about (or set in that location)

Genres from Books Throw a Party sketch:

Autobiography

Fiction

Nonfiction

Fantasy

Diary

Self-Help

Cookbook

Flip-book (or childrens)

Classic

Book that features a used book (or a book that IS used or borrowed)

Short story (or collection)

Young Adult

Comic book

Joke/comedy book

Religious theme (or religious text)

Audiobook

FAH Wild Cards:

Book that makes you think of Foil or one of his characters

Book that makes you think of Arms of one of his characters

Book that makes you think of Hog or one of his characters

Book that makes you think of Duck

Book that makes you think of an online skit FAH has performed - or a potential one you hope they cover one day

Book that makes you think of a live skit FAH has performed - or a potential one you hope they cover one day

Book written by a comedian or about comedy

Book that is about writing or about a book (metafictional)

Book written by an Irish author (or set in Ireland)

Book written by an author from a location you hope FAH performs in one day (or set in that location)

Book written by an author from a location that YOU hope to visit one day (or set in that location)

Settings:

Book that features an educational setting

Book that features a setting in space (or future)

Book that would be considered a “period piece” - any time period

Book that features an Irish setting

Book that features a festival setting (any type - comedy, arts, crafts, holidays, etc.)

Book that features a theatre, film, or television setting

Book that features a nightclub or comedy club setting

Book that features a supermarket or store setting

Book that features a prison

Book that features a country in which FAH have a large fan base

Book that features the idea of a start-up business or a corporation

Book that features a fast-food location (or restaurant)

General Character-Related:

Book about or by a politician

Book about or by a farmer

Book about or by a news reporter

Book about or featuring a narcissist (or influencer)

Book about or by a religious character

Book about or featuring an alcoholic

Book that features an older character

Book that features three generations

Book that features a millenial

Book that features an LGBTQplus character

Book with a character named Sean

Book with a character named Conor

Guest Appearances or Smorgasbord:

Book that features cars or driving (or involves an important scene with a car)

Book that features a holiday party

Book that features a family visit

Book that features technology or problems with it

Book that features St. Patricks Day or any holiday (or has a holiday reference somewhere within in)

Book that features a famous musician

Book that features an architect or artist

Book that features an engineer or is related to any branch of engineering

Book that features a scam or game

Book that features celebrity or fame

Book that features any elements of a “foreign” language

Covers and Titles:

Cover with an animal (duck, hog, etc) that connects to FAH or a character

Cover with a character in a costume

Cover or title that references luggage

Cover or title that references an interview

Cover or title that references music

Cover or title that references a theatre

Cover or title that references a body part - it doesn’t have to be “arms”

Cover or title that references friendship

Cover or title that references comedy or laughter

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https://www.facebook.com/josephchordmichael

https://josephcarmichael.bandcamp.com/album/desiderium

https://open.spotify.com/album/3eMqNMsqekAHqnVZGDWByg

[moonchildr-n]

Half-elementals are pretty self-explanatory: they're the offspring of a union between a mortal and that of pure elemental energy. Usually an accident, the children are often left near communities more well-suited to take care of them, such as Abyssal being left with merfolk. This often leaves half-elementals feeling, among other things, abandoned and unable to find a place in the world. Dark elves, or Sko'Neray'dah in Elvish, mostly live underground in the Depths, the main city being called Dökk. The dark elves are the original survivors of the Cataclysm that split the Sundered Lands, forced to go below the surface to escape the mayhem, or so their creator, Geð, claimed. They are the original archivists, and they look to the Dark Matron, their goddess, for answers to the darkness' riddles. Their skin tones are monotone, from a light gray to a deep obsidian. Their hair tends to also be black, with gray or yellow glowing eyes.

The wood elves, or Dag'Neray'dah in Elvish, of the Forest of Oisín are a superstitious folk, to say the least, especially when it comes to the Tribe of the Moon. They look to the stars and He of the Moon for answers, to the Earthmother and her wilds for questions, and to the Sunfather for just about everything in between. Devoutly religious, the Tribe of the Moon believes that life is as the ebb and flow of the moon's phases. Many monsters also call the forest home. Sometimes, wood elves sport antlers from their temples. They have greenish-copper skin, with hair ranging from blond to red to brown to a mossy green. Moon elves, or Lleu'Neray'dah in Elvish, tend to live on the Cogs of the World, specifically around the foothills of Xanarah Khai. So named because of their reverence for the god, He of the Moon, Lleune, as well as the satellite that kisses the tip of the mountain day-and-night-round. Many folk religions have popped up here, and they co-exist rather peacefully with the dwarves of the mountains. Their skins tend to be black like the dark elves, but with white or silver hair. They have purple eyes. The dwarves, or the svartheur in their language, tend to stay in the mountains or down in their mines in the Depths. Created by the Earthmother, Ki-ya, at the dawn of time, they are among the longest lived races, only beat out by the elves. They tend to have dusky skin tones, with red or brown hair. Sun elves, or Sol'Neray'dah in Elvish, can find themselves everywhere from the Desert of Mös to the Splinters, by far the most widespread subrace of elvenkind. Among the oldest kind of elf, the ancients were said to have been made from the shed blood of the Dark Daughter as a sign of goodwill. Why she actually created the elves is a mystery, but the answers and the reasons for the subsequent upheaval differ between surface elves and dark elves. Upon rebellion against the society of servitude that the elves soon found themselves in, the Dark Matron, Geð, and her followers forced the rebels out into the newly sundered lands. In defiance, her daughter, the Blademaiden, Eike, remained with the surface elves. Sun elves are often free spirits, taking great pride in their heritage. Their skin tones tend to be sun-kissed, tanned, with blond or black hair. Demigods are rare, but they do happen. They are the children of gods/holyfolk like angels and mortals, usually humans. They can have wings, halos; there is always a sign of divinity apparent with them. Hellions are those of infernal bloodlines, either from the union of someone of the hells and a mortal or the birth is the result of a curse of unknown origin. Also rare, though not as rare as demigods, they are usually outcasts and adventurers. Their eyes glow like wildcats in the dark, horns jutting from their temples. They have forked tails and sharpened teeth, claws instead of fingernails, and hooves instead of feet. Their skin is more often than not a shade of red. The Mösi are the first humans, said to have been birthed by the Sunfather, having spread all across the Sundered Lands. The nomadic traditions of old are beginning to fade as industry begins to pervade the earth. They tend to revere the Sunfather, Hjeli, above all else. Halflings, or hauflin in Halfling, are often found in the sequestered communities in the wilds of Lleumont. They tend to build their homes into the foots of hills, creating elaborate homes. They were created by Fortunius' need for actors in his plays, and are fond of pipeweed and a good meal. They are usually very lucky. Halflings are often pale, be-freckled people, with a wide array of hair colors.

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Oisín's New Indie Soul From The Emerald Isle

We first heard from Oisín back in 2021 upon the release of his debut single “Happy Place“. That record introduced The Static Dive readers to an emerging young singer-songwriter from Donegal, Ireland. However, he first made a name for himself two years earlier. The singer’s cover of Ariana Grande’s “Needy” went viral on YouTube in 2019 when he was just 17-years-old. Self-taught on guitar and…