#taken banshee

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Name: Siobhan Dolan Species: Banshee Occupation: Archeology Professor Age: 106 Years Old (Looks about 40) Played By: Ria Face Claim: Anne Hathaway

"It's not murder, it's death with a narrative arc."

TW: Parental (figure) death

In the 19th century, an aspiring human philosopher penned his thoughts after months of deep introspection and meditation. He deduced that all of humanity was equal and the idea of the perfect individual was a harmful myth. He was promptly beheaded by a gaggle of fae who, after months of deep meditation, wanted to see if tossing a head around would be more fun than a ball. They were right.

Another phrase was penned: humans are lame. It was Siobhan Dolan’s great-great-great-great grandmother who wrote those words down and then forgot where she left her notebook. The spirit of it was passed down anyway.

Every Dolan knew that there was nothing more perfect than a banshee. Siobhan’s mother thought that there was no better example than her daughter. The details of Siobhan’s birth were unimportant, as all things pre-chéad scread are. What was significant was how Fate had blessed her with an awakening at just 8 years old. Siobhan watched her best, only, and tragically human friend die on the same table she pretended to eat her vegetables at. She shattered every window, as her mother would happily recall, and definitely did not cry for a week after.

For years she trained in the traditional way--the ritual slaughter of animals and torture of the body--with the aos sí her family had belonged to for generations. Every Dolan knew that to be a banshee wasn’t just to be perfect, beautiful, powerful, and obviously extremely humble, but to serve the world as an agent of Fate. Death came for all creatures but some would disgrace the natural order, escaping their destiny and throwing the world into chaos. Each scream was a call to action and Siobhan’s family were curators of Fate’s will against an increasingly disobedient world. Siobhan watched those she screamed for, taking their lives to ensure that Death couldn’t be averted. Siobhan was a faithful student of the ritual from her first kill at 15 through to her adulthood; always eager to please her mother and live up to the standards of excellence that her birthright promised.

Yet, there was a piece of perfection that she missed. It must have been the human friend she had long ago or the fondness she felt for every animal before its slaughter. When the death of Siobhan’s great-great-grandmother spilled a vision of murder at the hands of torturous wardens, she believed that her family deserved better. Siobhan took her great-great-grandmother’s life instead in an act of foolish kindness. She didn’t remember that Fate’s course shouldn't be played with. What happened now when wardens came to look for a banshee that was already gone? Where did they go next? One death turned to seven instead; other banshees that were found in place of her great-great-grandmother.

It was a mercy that Siobhan’s mother hadn’t killed her in punishment. Yes, the tearing of her wings from her back was itself another foolish kindness. The marring of her flesh was truly a show of sympathy. Siobhan’s sentence of banishment was an act of tenderness. And, even still, her aos sí conceding that if she proved herself worthy, she might be allowed to return, was a generosity. Siobhan knew not to take it for granted.

At first, the letters that instructed her how she could atone were tame: a murder here, a robbery there. But as time grew and memory of her crime faded, the demands turned absurd: getting dogs elected as town mayors, founding a cult whose only doctrine was to chew as loudly as possible in public, wrestling a bear, replacing the paint in a local hardware store so the color was always exactly one shade lighter than the sample. Regardless of what task she was given, Siobhan was as eager to please as she’d always been. Years later, one finally came in her mother’s handwriting: bring Regan Kavanagh back home.

Siobhan set out to Wicked’s Rest, confident that this command would be her final piece of atonement. She could be perfect, if only given the chance.

Character Facts:

Personality: Sardonic, charismatic, eclectic, shrewd, restless, determined, bitter, arrogant

Before her wings were torn out of her back, they resembled that of the cinnabar moth. Siobhan is under the impression that her wings are being kept safe and will be reattached upon her return.

Away from her aos sí and the traditions of her family, Siobhan doesn’t need to kill those she screams for but does so anyway. She finds it all to be rather therapeutic and feels uneasy if she hasn’t killed in some time

Siobhan thinks credit cards are a transportation device to a bottomless well of money somewhere. Don’t ask about her credit score.

Siobhan was given a dog by the previous owner of her house. If “previous owner” means the man she killed to take the house from and “given” means she couldn’t shoo it away. Its name is either George or Richard or John or something. Or was that the owner’s name? 

Siobhan’s diet is almost entirely comprised of cakes and beer.

Siobhan’s credentials are illegally earned. Thankfully, she only insists on being referred to as a doctor when she wants to be annoying. Unfortunately, that is all the time. 

Several years of living among humans has created a fear that she might not be all that better than them. To combat this horrifying thought, she stubbornly treats and speaks about humans like animals.

Ironically, Siobhan is extremely fond of animals.

#parental death tw #bio #taken #taken banshee #banshee #taken fae #fae #anne hathaway #imago

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Name: Sloane Kennedy Species: Fae (Banshee) Occupation: Studying Mythology at UMWC Age: 20 Years Old Played By: Ci Face Claim: Antonia Gentry

“Fate is funny like that. No matter what, you can’t escape it.”  

Sloane Kennedy was born, and her mother swore she had seen the stars align. Fate had rolled its die, leaving little room for assumptions or misunderstandings. With her very first breath, Sloane had completed her first task – to simply exist, and in the future, to fulfill her duties as bestowed upon her by a blood line dating back hundreds, if not thousands of years. Of course, in the beginning, Sloane did not always understand her mother’s gift, or the one that had passed down unto her.

On her fifth birthday, Sloane was handed a dagger – a silver handle with a snake coiled at the hilt. Her mother spoke of stories, the kinds that Sloane had been told at her bedside from the moment she understood what words meant, and how the sounds could produce beautiful, even wonderful things. But sometimes those wonderful things were not wonderful at all. They were dark, and they were haunting – they instilled nightmares, and eventually those same hauntings caught Sloane with screams in her throat. Not the kind that mattered, but the kind that showed her mother that maybe she was not yet ready. The dagger was taken as a means of penalty, and she would receive it once more on her sixth birthday.

Eventually, what haunted her fueled her. The screams that crept from the back of her throat and left the flat of her tongue were not out of fear, but out of hope to achieve and fulfill Fate’s will, just as her mother had said she would. This, of course, was a nuisance to both her mother and father, and eventually, Sloane’s mother gently explained that though she had the right spirit, this was not the way it worked. Fate bound them all, and eventually, it would unfurl in front of her, pulling – or rather, guiding her towards her purpose.

As Sloane got older, she began to understand her mother’s teachings, and could even put them into practice. Though she had not yet been activated (the process of which was explained to her early on, as to mitigate fear or guilt), Sloane began training in ways that would only benefit her for when the time of her activation came. Death was among them in more ways than met the eye, and so it was Sloane’s job to identify it in its earliest stages. At twelve, Sloane began to volunteer at the Hospice ward at WCH. In doing so, she was able to not only confront death, but familiarize herself with it. Though all of it had been a means of direction from her mother, Sloane learned that in death, there was a certain beauty about certainty, and so she held onto it.

Not everything, however, regarding her training was physical. Most nights, Sloane could be seen slumped over a slew of thick bounded books that her mother had placed before her. Genealogy reports that followed their blood lines, as well as those that split into close familial lineages, though not quite connected. It was important to know where she came from, her mother had said. And Sloane agreed. From there, she read everything there was to know about who she was, and where she came from. What their purpose truly meant, and why it was so important to fulfill Fate’s will. There were those who evaded death, and those who were caught in the balance between – the kinds of souls who held on, unwilling to allow Fate to play its hand.

Turning into quite the bookworm, Sloane spent the majority of her time pouring over both recorded history of Fae, as well as what humans thought of them. She had very little time for friends, which, for the most part, never bothered her. She’d been branded as the kid with bones in her pockets after recess, as well as the kid with the father who tidied the gardens in the cemetery. Her mother’s reputation, too, had been on the line with Sloane’s fellow peers. She’d taken the brunt of their criticism, finding no harm in the way her mother created permanence of Death – headstones as a means to name those who had succumbed to Fate’s will. Her books never spoke ill of her, or her family. Instead, they welcomed her interests, and eventually, after high school graduation, Sloane decided on her major: Mythology.

At this point, Sloane has very little care as to what her degree actually does for her. As far as she’s concerned, she is learning all that she needs to know. Most of the time, her hand shoots up, fingers pointed to the semi-molded ceiling (the mythology department is in one of the worst buildings), and calls out the professors, or students for inaccurate information. She is extremely adamant about accurate representation for Fae, though she doesn’t give too much away – after all, who the fuck is Tinkerbell? Certainly not a real pixie.

Sloane, held by her red string, eagerly awaits the day in which she will be called upon to identify Fate’s will, as well as carry out its plans. With her mother’s teachings, as well as her intensive training, she is (in her opinion) equipped to the highest degree. Though, when it comes down to it, how ready will she truly be? It is a different thing entirely, speaking of Fate as though it is something you will meet and to truly see it for its depths. Only time will tell, and with every tick of the clock, Sloane waits blindly, hoping for the call to build inside of her chest.

Character Facts:

Personality: confident, perceptive, adaptable, curious, disciplined,  deceptive, sarcastic, abrasive, excitable, possessive

At 6 years old, Sloane used to scream at the top of her lungs in the middle of the night routinely after being exposed to her what her purpose was in the hopes to "kickstart" her activation, despite not realizing that was not how it worked. This then showed her mother she needed to accelerate training.

Like most banshees, Sloane’s family has set aside several ceremonial daggers. The two she currently owns (one from when she was explained her purpose, and the other being when she began training and studying what it meant to be a banshee) are her prized possessions. Upon activation, she will be given a third ceremonial dagger – something she is waiting and longing for. 

Sloane knows basic, but life saving hand-to-hand combat. Not enough to seriously injure anyone, but enough to stun and get out of harm’s way. This, alongside long nights in the forest with her mother tracking carcasses while blindfolded, were a few ways in which she’d been trained.

Bound her seventh grade teacher into a very harmless promise, but still hasn’t cashed in. 

Took up sketching as a means to improve patience – a suggestion from her mother. After a while, she found that she quite liked it. Usually her sketchbook is full of images of birds (typically crows, ravens, hawks), bones, carcasses, and busts of people she met during her candy striper days. 

Can typically be seen with her nose in a book while in the library, or at her mother’s place of business working the computer to input headstone orders at Beyond the Grave, or sitting on the tail gate of her dad’s truck in the cemetery. 

#taken #banshee #taken banshee #fae #taken fae #deathwish #all

[unravellingsilencehq]

tag

#open werewolf #taken werewolf #open vampire #taken vampire #open half vampire #taken half vampire #open veela #taken veela #open ghost #taken ghost #open poltergeist #taken poltergeist #open banshee #taken banshee #open LGBTQA+ #taken LGBTQA+ #urhqplotdrop #urhqevent #urhqtask #urhqfollow #urhqstarter #urhqunfollow #faq #fallen #socalite

[ripe-beetle]

A bunch of Destiny NPC's I've been drawing to help practice my portrait skills :] This is the first of a group of 5 (why did I do this to myself)

#Destiny #destiny the game #I wanted to colour these but it would've taken 2837428347 years so. *greyscales ur npcs* #Did not realise how big the destiny cast was before doing this. I'm doing 60 characters total and that's not even everyone in the game #let alone the ghosts and lore-only characters. help #sigh. time to tag everyone. #zavala #ikora rey #cayde 6 #the speaker #banshee 44 #amanda holliday #lord shaxx #master rahool #executor hideo #arach jalaal #lakshmi 2 #dominus ghaul #exos are so hard to draw.... #my art #digital art

[realbigsimpin]

I'm already obsessed with the Ivory Wraith but after this??? HELLO?? Can they be my primary love interest because I love their lore, their obsessive love, and the fact they can, in fact, be sweet!!

#degrees of lewdity #dol #ivory wraith #scene sharing #dol screenshot #I've never taken the necklace #so he's kinder to me and something about the wraith being protective #and the banshee scream really does it for me

[whaalless]

Drawing I made for the clan I’m apart of in Destiny + silly bonus drawings :)

#digital art #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny art #artists on tumblr #iron lights #destiny titan #destiny warlock #destiny hunter #destiny fanart #oryx #oryx the taken king #banshee 44 #banshee 44 ate my son #oryx sold me crack behind Waffle House at 3 am yesterday #skajillies

[anarchymemes]

I made this handy guide for the next time someone asks u what Destiny is <3

Edit: part 2

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny meme #petra venj #zavala #cayde 6 #destiny osiris #destiny spider #destiny crow #lord saladin #master Rahool #riven of a thousand voices #xur #savathun #drifter #the drifter #saint 14 #ana bray #banshee 44 #oryx the taken king #eris morn #empress caiatl #ada 1 #lord shaxx

[imperial-agent]

banshee-44 + telesto

#destiny #destiny 2 #banshee-44 #ahh to be indefinitely held in banshee's arms................... #me 🤝 telesto (broken but lovingly taken care of by the old man) #saint this cayde that but i've always been a banshee truther ✊ #exo girlies this one's for you (me) #myedit

[stoat-pope-yuri]

Finished my fanbind of @liverobinreaction ‘s Banshee in a Well! Do I know anything about Batman? No! However, @nothingmuch-noreally rec’d it to me and what can I say, it was absolutely amazing :)

Check it out on AO3 here!

This is not my first bookbinding project, but it is my first full-blown fan binding and I’m really happy with how it came out!

#bookbinding #fanbinding #batman #ao3 fanfic #banshee in a well #no this project hasn’t taken me 4 months why do you ask #fr though. go read the fic #Tim drake

[olliecoded]

there's a short story i've been wanting to write for years and i think i've finally figured out how to write it but the problem is. even though i came up with the idea for the story YEARS ago. if i write it now everyone's going to think i stole it from banshees of inisherin

#actually the plot is very distinctly different from banshees it's just that someone cuts off their finger. which is the same #but THAT idea was taken from my very own personal intrusive thoughts 💗 not banshees #i'm just worried i'll be accused of copying if i write it and turn it in now #hmm. we shall see. i have a few days before i have to turn any story in so i'll let it marinate #hello world

[altruistic-meme]

a helpful guide bc i know my cats look a bit similar and i tend to post pictures of them together with little explanation about who is who.

clicking the images may make them easier to read

#im cat posting today #im also laughing that anka's page turned out very chaotic compared to JJ's and like. that's so true #what an accurate metaphor for them #also tumeric is so very sweet and if it wasn't for the 2 pet policy iwoukd definitely have taken him in #this is the second time I've had him follow me to the building. this time he had climbed the stairs to my apartment with me #and we sat outside my door for a while #i gave him a treat and then had to go inside cus this was after work #he is Not My Cat but he definitely wanted to come inside with me cjsjjfjs #anka the banshee #sir jj the cat #cat guide #not tumeric #shh ac

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Regan Kavanagh Species: Banshee Occupation: Medical Examiner & Fae Doctor Age: 34 Years Old (Looks about 27) Played By: Casey Face Claim: Rose McIver

“In this quasi-legal morgue-turned-fae-clinic we practice evidence-based medicine.”

TW: Parental death

Sean Kavanagh had a secret: An Irish family full of traditions dark enough that once he was grown, he fled and moved to Maine, intent on putting everything behind him to protect himself. One blissful marriage, a home in Augusta, and three sons later, he thought it would never come to light. But he couldn’t quite escape his family’s ways after his daughter, Regan, was born. His separation from his family then became about protecting her, too.

Death had a way of clinging to some people, and Regan knew that better than almost anyone. She could never explain how she kept finding dead animals while she played outside with her brothers, or what made her come running back home with a human toe after a day at the beach, but death always had its hooks in her. Sean understood why, and it terrified him. But despite his occasional fear of his daughter, he was more afraid for her. He vowed to never let her become a monster like his mother.

But Regan’s early proclamations of becoming a Medical Examiner had Sean nervous. It was so much death – could he really keep the family secret from her? And then there was the matter of medical school. She would never get through it if certain events transpired. He doubled down, ensuring Regan lived the most risk-free life possible. But her plan to become a doctor and pursue the field of forensic pathology held strong. She breezed through anything she put her mind to, including medical school, to which she dedicated her heart and soul. 

She had been working as a Medical Examiner in Kennebec county only a couple of years before she came face to face with her father’s secret. Though Sean had tried to run from his traditional banshee family, they had caught up. The grandmother Regan had never met was waiting for her outside of her office, and Regan was immediately struck with the impression that she was related to the woman in question. Except, she’d never seen her before, and Cliodhna looked to be little older than Regan herself. Cliodhna explained that she was a relative here to visit her father after many years apart. 

The dagger came swiftly and Sean Kavanagh paid for his transgressions with his life. Cliodhna was the only one who could fix her late-blooming granddaughter. It wasn’t what Cliodhna had in mind for her Regan – hardly ceremonial enough – but it would have to do. The scream that tore out of Regan’s body quite literally blew the roof off the house, and as she shook through the rubble and found her dad’s body, she couldn’t make any sense of what had happened, what was happening. Before Regan’s mother or brothers could arrive to see the wreckage and the death, Cliodhna whisked a terrified Regan away. She would be in the right place now, and with the right people, in an aos sí near Dublin called Saol Eile.

For the first couple of years with the banshees, any attempts at explanations and forgiveness slid off of an inconsolable Regan. She didn’t believe any of it, couldn’t work through the trauma of what she saw and what she was. But if nothing else, she knew she needed control. The screaming kept happening, and it had the potential to be lethal. Regan saw no other option than to submit herself entirely to the torture that masqueraded as training, which her grandmother insisted was the only way, the right way to gain control. She lived for the principle of primum non nocere. So instead of risking the harm of others, she harmed herself and her psyche, clawing through years of unspeakable miseries and emerging as a husk of her former self who had hard-won control, in a kind of death that left no cadaver to autopsy. The bright spot was that the banshees lacked a true physician until now, so she served the health of others in the aos sí with more gusto than she served Fate. Remaining a doctor gave her a purpose beyond the ones Cliodhna attempted to instill, tethering her to her old life.

It was her brother Reilly who eventually tracked her down. Just like Cliodhna before him, he was insistent she come with him. Reilly was clueless, but knew something was wrong with her, very wrong, like she was brainwashed or delusional or something. Their dad’s death must have set this off, he reasoned. Some part of herself was overcome with emotion at seeing Reilly, though it all felt pretty hollow. She didn’t fully belong to Saol Eile. And she didn’t belong in Augusta. But there was perhaps enough left of her old self that she made a reluctant return with him, fleeing from the community that took her in for five years. It was an action that she knew would have consequences, and she couldn't outrun those forever.

Reilly had settled in Wicked’s Rest and pointed out the opening for a Medical Examiner. Wouldn’t she like that? Back to her old life? Wouldn’t it feel so natural? It could be a start. Maybe she couldn’t fit in with or connect with humanity anymore, and maybe she was a half-baked fae, but giving the dead respect and their families closure still resonated with her. Her new home was a strange town – with one of the highest death rates per capita – and somehow, even in a strange town, and even among those who should have been familiar, she felt stranger than ever before.

Character Facts:

Personality: Cold, serious, dedicated, gentle, curious, compassionate, risk-averse, opportunistic, private, odd, obsessed with her work

As a Medical Examiner, Regan has vast knowledge of forensic pathology and death investigation. Outside of forensic pathology, she is a competent doctor, though really prefers working with the dead.

“Do no harm” applies primarily to Regan’s patients. Who are dead. So, yes, she’ll usually prioritize a cadaver or even a finger over living people.

Regan has three brothers, named Reilly, Alvin (Al), and Liam. She’s the youngest of the four, though born the same year as Al. She’s close with Reilly, often the voice of reason among bickering siblings.

Given Regan’s years of particularly intensive, brutal, and at times brainwashing training, she has fine control over her abilities when she’s focusing and giving in to the training and methods she was taught with. However, her control comes with great personal sacrifice, and she’s still learning how to find a balance. Mistakes can happen when she lets emotion in.

While Regan has seen enough of banshees to understand there’s a lot in the world that doesn’t yet have a scientific explanation, she’s vehemently opposed to such concepts as “magic,” and frames things in a way that might be more evidence-based or scientific, even if it might be a little insulting to her live patients. For example, her outlook of fae being human isn’t a popular one. Can’t take the doctor out of the doctor.

Regan has large cicada-like wings that lie flat against her back, with green venation and transparent membranes. She can actually fly a little with them, but hates it. She can’t glamour them herself, so someone in Saol Eile managed to source her a necklace that has a glamour attached to it. It’s not perfect – it can only be used for about 12 hours before it makes her feel ill and needs to be recharged.

During her “immersion” years in Saol Eile, Regan picked up a slight Irish lilt, though not enough to be considered an accent. She has also become fluent in Irish Gaelic. 

#bio #taken #taken banshee #taken fae #banshee #fae #rose mciver #parental death tw #posting as an example bio to link on app page for now <3

[leviiackrman]

OCS AS ART MOTIFS & SUPERNATURAL CREATURES;

I’ve been really slow in general recently so I’ve only just seen my beloveds tag me to use these 2 cute uquizes: art motifs & supernatural creatures, thank you @corvosattano @simonxriley @chuckhansen @jackiesarch @indorilnerevarine @marivenah + @roofgeese🤍

Tagging: @florbelles @sstewyhosseini @confidentandgood @risingsh0t @unholymilf @jacobseed @arklay @liurnia @denerims @jendoe @phillipsgraves @fenharel @shadowglens @nokstella @noonfaerie @malefiicarum @queennymeria @shellibisshe @brujah @benningsthing @kingsroad + @duffmckagans

THE MOON;

you're a lover, a dreamer. you gaze wistfully at the sky, seeing the infinite gorgeousness of the natural world and wishing it could translate to your real life. art reference: the starry night by vincent van gogh (because, of course, what other moon could i possibly include?)

KITSUNE;

You are a Kitsune! Magical, immortal, and absolutely adorable, a Kitsune is a legendary fox, originated in Japan, but inspired by Chinese folktales. Kitsunes are incredibly wise, but can be incredibly dangerous as well. They specialize in the art of illusion and imagination, and can be considered very creative, stunning creatures. I mean, who doesn't love foxes?

BLOOD IN RELIGIOUS DEPICTIONS;

you think in violence, but not necessarily antagonism or hatred. it is more just in the physicality, the vulnerability of it all. art reference: prometheus bound by peter paul rubens

WITCH;

You are a witch! With witchcraft and magic, witches have the ability to cast spells with power that cannot be humanely comprehended. The spells can be in any form, whether it's words, a formula, or even a ritual practice. Besides this, witches are always curious, always eager to learn something new, whether it's about themselves or about the universe. They may not be the biggest fan of crowds, or getting together with handfuls of people, but they are drawn mentally, emotionally, and spiritually towards animals and nature, and aspire to uncover the life hidden beneath it. Though, as much as they seem to be cautious of their peers, they will do whatever it takes to protect those they love and those they care about. And, dare I say, they are big risk-takers!

SNOWY TOWNS;

you have the ability to see the greatness in the mundane, and it's beautiful. you would just like to live your life, and love all its things. art reference: it snows oh it snows by grandma moses

FAIRY;

You are a fairy! Depending on the type, fairies come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Above all, they resemble the typical human physique. Fairies are beautiful, energetic, magical creatures. They have unlimited abilities, depending on the type they are. Some can make flowers bloom, others might be able to talk to animals and become friendly with them. To conclude, fairies will do whatever they can to make their peers happy. If you have a fairy friend, you're in luck! Don't take them for granted. But also remember to not be too oblivious! Some fairies can be tricksters!

A LONELY PERSON;

though you may be quiet, your heart is full of longing. you spend much of your time with your own mind, and that may very well be a beautiful thing. art reference: automat by edward hopper

VAMPIRE;

You are a vampire! Vampires are undead creatures that feed on the vital essence of the living. Since they can't really consume humane foods, they survive by feeding on the blood of human beings instead. Besides this, vampires are mysterious, elegant, intimidating creatures. They are usually quiet, concealed, and choose to isolate themselves when stranded with large groups of people... and like so, they enjoy staying indoors instead of exploring the outside world. However, as gloomy as they seem, vampires are loyal creatures that will do whatever it takes to protect those they love from either themselves or other supernatural creatures.

HANDS;

is your love language touch? i suppose it might not be, but i also suppose you might just like being held. you might see the art in human bodies. art reference: loneliness of night by kaye donachie

GOBLIN;

You are a goblin! Scattered across the most foreboding mountains and deep in the darkest mines, exist some of the most malicious, dangerous, and evil little creatures known to folklore, just waiting for an opportunity to steal your most precious belongings. Goblins aren't exactly what you would call a "human’s best friend." They each have their own powers, depending on the type they are, and their abilities are demonic, only meant to do harm instead of benefit. If you got this result, you're either really mean to people and don't realize it, or you're just super boring and weird. Or, maybe, you're a cool person after all and you just made a few mistakes on the quiz! No worries! :)

SNOWY TOWNS;

you have the ability to see the greatness in the mundane, and it's beautiful. you would just like to live your life, and love all its things. art reference: it snows oh it snows by grandma moses

BANSHEE;

You are a banshee! Banshees have been misunderstood as ghoulish, terrifying creatures for quite a while. However, this is a common misconception. Relating to parapsychology, banshees have the ability to cry out, or scream, when they sense the upcoming death of an individual. Banshees typically get their "gloomy" character due to past traumas regarding family deaths or life tragedies, which paints an untrusting first impression when it comes to meeting human beings or other supernatural creatures, even if the intention wasn't evil. Besides this, banshees are known to be helpful, protective creatures. They will always stay by your side when you need them, and will do whatever they can to help, even if it leads to trauma. Don't be afraid of them.

BLOOD IN RELIGIOUS DEPICTIONS;

you think in violence, but not necessarily antagonism or hatred. it is more just in the physicality, the vulnerability of it all. art reference: prometheus bound by peter paul rubens

SUCCUBUS;

You are a succubus! Smart, sexy, and potentially deadly. The cunning Succubus is a creature you don't want to joke around with. They are seductresses who simply enjoy toying with their peers... and are powerful, clever creatures full of beauty, charm, and confidence. They won't ever let anybody or anything get in their way. However, as good as that may seem... always remember to be careful around them. Here's a tip: don't make them angry.

#tagged* #misc: uquiz #corvosattano #simonxriley #chuckhansen #jackiesarch #indorilnerevarine #marivenah #roofgeese #listen it took SO MANY ATTEMPTS to get Poko to have ANYTHING but a fuckin succubus!! #we all know Rin is the succubus so that role is taken lmao #and I think banshee suits her really well! #anyway this is mineyos first tag game! #witch makes sense #surprised it’s not siren but that’s purely because she loves water haha #oc: asami enatsu #oc: mineyo ginnivan #oc: margot durand #oc: saeka rikihisa #oc: hideko sugawara #oc: poko rikihisa #oc: rin kyutoku

[fall-dog]

i finally saw the banshees of inisherin and god mutuals you were not wrong abt it!! the claustrophobia!! the despair!! the old man drama!! the humour!! the sorrow!!

#the only way to survive the mundanity of life is through love!! and when it's taken away well i suppose you just go apeshit :/ #delighted mentions for the creepy old lady and the priest #went to see it with a friend and we almost died at the confession booth scene lmaoo #the banshees of inisherin #having thoughts and tormenting you with them

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Shepard in the arena: I dedicate this next match to my boyfriend Steve!

Shepard: *completely wipes out*

#I love those bugs where multiple waves of enemies spawn at once from different areas and you're just overrun with Brutes and Banshees #as a treat I will tag this #shortez #mass effect 3 #citadel dlc #banshees also often spontaneously die though idk what's up with that #disappointing sometimes I had a new strat I wanted to try #plenty of brutes they get easy after a while #specifically thinking of Shepard trying to do something fancy to show off and fucks it up #(I like thinking about my engineer shep getting the piss taken out of him every now and again. Idk)

[helenprins]

TÁR has lost every single oscar no todd field movie has ever won an academy award the man is currently a six time oscar loser idk when he will direct again so he can get an oscar as a fan of ten years i am currently Not having fun

#text #personal #happy for EEAAO but TÁR and FABELMANS and BANSHEES deserved smth each #lead actor and supp actress for BANSHEES #score for FABELMANS #EVERYTHING FOR TÁR #i would have taken even just original screenplay and actress tho #and director lbr