#CLOCHANAM: an independent, private, selective marvel-based OC blog (but the marvel elements are 25%, the rest is just me and my endless notions).
THIS IS NOT A PERSONIFICATION BLOG. AISLING IS THE HOSTESS OF THE SOUL STONE. SHE IS NOT HERSELF THE SOUL STONE.
hello! i'm blue, i live in ireland, and this is my billionth remake of this blog! this remake was done in june 2025, so if we were mutuals before june and u think i soft-blocked you, know that i didn't! that having been said, i'm returning to university this august to pursue a teaching degree, and so i'm not sure how my activity levels will look over the next year. i just want to communicate that before we become mutuals! the rules and bio are both linked above in the first word of this post! happy reading, and i look forward to writing with you!
LINK TO A PERMISSION TRACKER ON GOOGLE SHEETS! (PLEASE NOTE: it will not work unless u access it on desktop/laptop OR a device with the google sheets app downloaded!)
no but srsly just look at this thing. i'm not an organized woman. i like mess. i literally taught myself how to make the random generator code thingie so i could keep focused, like pls let this be a sign of how very committed i am to this. i have no matching socks and my bed is 87% unfolded laundry, but i can give u the song and irish and english titles of each episode as well as links to the episode summary in my fake television show.
u should send in "lights, cameras, action!" so i can tell you how ur muse would be introduced in their debut scene in aisling's tv show/movie series (i.e. the build-up, the hints, the music, the little easter eggs)
(even if you've already sent it in on the old blog, and even if we haven't interacted yet!)
𝐬𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐚 ( 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰 ) is a private, mutuals only roleplay blog for 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂 from Marvel's MCU/comics. This blog pulls inspiration from the mcu/comics (source material), as well as personal headcanons and lore. This blog will contain potentially mature / triggering content. Please be advised and cater your own dash experience accordingly. Must be 20+ to interact. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 & 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥.
basically this is a google sheet doc where i ask ye five questions relating to prompts, starters, and other things! you just need to put your url/alias in and then click the options from the five dropdown menus. it'll save a lot of hassle in terms of me asking people constantly, and honestly the result so far has been SO helpful!! highly recommend <3
(PLEASE NOTE: it will not work unless u access it on desktop/laptop OR a device with the google sheets app downloaded!)
sometimes i think abt how ur muses are probably referred to as "aunt/uncle/nuncle" by aisling's kids and it just makes me smile to think abt how ur muses are just a part of this family whether they know it or not.
👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send ❝ I didn't know where else to go . . . ❞ for my muse's reaction to your muse showing up at their doorstep. Feel free to specify the circumstances.
we're ten episodes out from finishing season 3 of cloch anam, js. i've got a bottle of iced tea and the start of a caffeine rush, my notebook and laptop are ready to go, let's make some magic happen, yk? be brave! send it in!
i have two thoughts that are possibly hot takes but like. are they hot takes or are they lukewarm or are they cold or are they burning down the house, yk?
i'm writing up ideas for the episodes and just. idk. smth abt aisling no longer being shocked by dead bodies (that ship sailed when she was too young) but being sorrowful for the loss, yk?
like she'll kill when there's no other alternative, she'll know she had no choice, and if it involves the safety of sb else, it's instant and with zero qualms, but like. it's not this casual thing. she's carrying that memory with her to the end of time. moira made her kill so many, and then she killed 19 people the day she fought moira, and she remembers ALL of their names, yk? but she'll still kill if left with no alternative. she still has that mentality of like. "better for the blood to be on my hands than anyone else."
like that whole thing of "if you do this you're no better than they are" is NOT the mentality whatsoever, bc aisling knows damn well that if she lets X live, X is going to kill more people. but she still knows the meaning and weight of a life lost, and she acknowledges that and commemorates that in her own way.
u should send in "lights, cameras, action!" so i can tell you how ur muse would be introduced in their debut scene in aisling's tv show/movie series (i.e. the build-up, the hints, the music, the little easter eggs) (even if you've already sent it in on the old blog, and even if we haven't interacted yet!) ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING! )
S2 E9: EOLAS. ( TRANSLATION: KNOWLEDGE )
this episode is sponsored by a cutting-edge security software company who are offering anti-virus, firewall and all sorts of digital security things for half price if you sign up for a 24 month contract. it's such a good quality service that not even maria hill herself could hack past it!
as far as breadcrumbs and easter eggs and foreshadowing are concerned, there's basically none of that prior to maria's episode. she's just so damn good at her job that not even the tv show she's part of could figure out where she was and how she is and how to even hint at her upcoming appearance. and while she will appear in other episodes, it's also worth remembering that maria is so highly and efficiently trained and adept with her skillset that she will only be seen if she WANTS to be seen, yk?
i digress! it's friday night! people return home from work, grab a pizza, settle in front of the television, and hit play. the new episode airs.
the opening scene has aisling sitting in front of where the portal has historically appeared. stanley takes a seat beside her. " how long before people begin to figure out what's happening around here? "
" the portal? " aisling studies the space, shaking her head slowly. " no... i don't think anyone knows. or that they ever will. "
camera cuts. but what follows is a sort of montage; date stamps on the bottom of the screen, we see the night anthony, kate and edwina arrives, a ripple of golden light starting from the diner, then cut away to a dimly lit bullpen, a man gulping down coffee as his screen flashes, and we see a warning about an energy surge in manhattan. he frowns. leaves, ostensibly to find a supervisor. then, a small window opens on the screen, white writing scattering the blue background as the computer is hacked, the alert erased, and the screen restored by the time the man returns. this repeats across different bullpens; right up until tonight, wyatt's arrival triggering another alert, which someone manages to screenshot. success! right? wrong. the screenshot is emailed to a man in a suit, standing in a CIA office; he opens the email, urgent, hastened to find proof. all that appears is a winky emoji. the man, clearly at the end of his tether, picks up the keyboard and begins to slam it hysterically on the desk, as seen by alarmed colleagues outside his office.
scene cuts to the diner. it's the lunch rush, but aisling stands back to see how anthony handles it. arguably quite well; well enough that when we see a figure walk down the alleyway behind her, aisling turns, gives a light-hearted wave, and then a thumbs up to a mildly frazzled anthony as she heads out to greet them.
the figure turns out to be none other than maria, a sleek black ponytail pulled back beneath a baseball cap, and a fond smile is exchanged; they clearly know one another well. well enough that maria suddenly stops smiling, lifting her phone to show a series of photos of the energy surge notifications that maria has tirelessly hacked and erased over the last number of months. " oh. "
" you can explain, ais? i sure hope you can, because i'm hitting brick walls over here. "
" well, yeah, we have a portal in the diner. "
maria studies aisling. then exhales. " what? "
several hours later, aisling and maria are sitting on a bench in the alleyway. maria has a notebook connecting the dates to the arrivals, via coded initials. three coffee cups are in a trash can that weren't there previously. " why didn't you come tell me about this sooner? "
aisling shrugs. when she speaks again, her tone isn't accusatory, but rather soothing. " you've been pretty far off the grid lately. i was getting worried. you're not an easy woman to get hold of, but then... that's always been the idea, right? "
maria raises her eyebrows in acknowledgement, smiling a touch. the camera locks in behind them; we see the artwork graffitied on the garage door in front of them, watching as the spray-painted swirls shift into an animated scene of maria's silhouette, swiftly and methodically taking out a room of armed men, graceful swings of the leg, agile jumps, brutal punches, swift disarms of the men until she's the last one still standing. " work's been pretty crazy, i guess. "
the final scene gears up. aisling and maria embrace, bidding one another farewell. aisling asks maria not to be a stranger, to which maria agrees to try. as aisling heads inside, maria glances up, a small cctv camera turning to focus on her. within the house, eli is seen sitting at his laptop, scrolling in so he can see maria more clearly; through the screen, we see maria fluently warn him against hacking into the pentagon via ASL. eli, grinning, controls the camera to "nod", earning a playful wink from maria, who emerges from the alleyway and seamlessly blends into the crowds.
the screen cuts to black. the credits roll. and it's not the last we see of maria hill!
u should send in "lights, cameras, action!" so i can tell you how ur muse would be introduced in their debut scene in aisling's tv show/movie series (i.e. the build-up, the hints, the music, the little easter eggs) (even if you've already sent it in on the old blog, and even if we haven't interacted yet!) ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING! )
S2 E13: CARTHANACHT. ( TRANSLATION: CHARITY ).
this episode is brought to us by a high-class jewellery brand that's offering a 15% discount off bespoke charm bracelets that use people's birthstones to create custom pieces (available in rose gold, gold, coated copper and sterling silver). also, another little nod to family trees, bc it comes in a necklace form with the birthstones attached to the branches of a tree too! we stan the visual elements, yk? so five's already introduced, meaning this episode for charity is given a little build-up of foreshadowing, easter eggs and breadcrumbs; the allusion to more october 1st babies, aisling listening to audiobooks a lot, a cat that wanders near the diner bearing striking similarities to charity's cat. just little hints that drop along the way to build up curiosity, or at least to lead people back on a rewatch and realize where it's all connecting up to!
so that brings us to friday night. viewers gather in front of their televisions, they have their snacks, they have a live commentary ready to go, and the episode airs.
the first scene opens to newborn charity. a young paramedic cradles her in a navy blanket, but whenever charity tries to sleep, the medic pokes her enough to keep her awake. the baby never cries; but as they arrive at the hospital, and an older nurse tuts at the medic and attaches a heart monitor, we hear a monotonous tone; this baby, currently gazing up at the nurse curiously, is a "living" defiance of medical, biological and human logic and laws. in the background, a voiceover starts up; we hear the same careful, well-mannered voice of pogo speak as he recites the story of the october 1st children. " on the 12th hour of the first day of october 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that-- "
the scene cuts abruptly to aisling sitting at the dining table. the kids sit across the table from her, victor shaking his head. " you've told us this one before. "
" yeah, about seven different mothers, right? eight if we count lila. this is mother number nine, so... no. you haven't heard this one before. "
camera cuts back to charity; older now, cascading from ages 1 to 18, passed from home to home, always filmed as separated from the crowd, isolated or cast out, interspersed with scenes of her swimming in pools and ultimately receiving the scholarship. she goes to college; we see her settle into her life there, but sticking to a routine that she seems entirely comfortable within; class, library, student housing. the scene cuts back to the apartment.
" but she's not alone, right? " victor frowns, glancing to a photo of five on the side table. " she has siblings. "
aisling nods. " except she mightn't know that. " the suggestion sparks another cutaway; this time to eli, quietly typing out a post on his phone beneath the table. the title of the post: BORN OCTOBER 1ST 1989? MEET AT STANLEY'S DINER, JANUARY 31ST!
scene cuts back. charity, now an adult, sits in her apartment with her microphone set up, a tablet with a book in front of her, reading out the lines and words with a steady, soothing rhythm. she's halfway through a chapter, steadily stroking sol's fur, when a notification banner lights up the top half of the screen. uninterrupted, she swipes it away without reading it. then it happens again, this time sent in a text message. charity pauses, a little hesitant, and then swipes it away again. she's about to approach the end of the chapter, and then...
PING! PING! PING! PING!
finally, charity caves; she taps the banner, and watches eli's post flood the screen. the camera turns back to charity; we catch an image of the post reflected in her eyes, a close-up showing her eyebrows lift a little at the offer conveyed. when she taps the map, we see that the diner is only a five minute walk from her apartment.
the camera cuts back to the apartment. eli looks up from his cell phone, just as aisling raises her hands in surrender. " i just thought it might be worth considering! what, reginald got seven out of forty three children, and nobody's looking at the other thirty six? peabody's the only one who tried to challenge that whole story? people need people, lads, reginald just took seven kids and abandoned the rest. imagine being all alone, with these incredible powers, and no way to understand your own origins? nobody deserves that. nobody deserves to be alone. " eli glances back down to his phone screen, watching the views count up to the thousands rapidly; the camera closes in on the date, then pulls back; the date is now january 31st, and eli sits in the diner, glancing up eagerly every time people walk in; but they're never here for the event. only for food and maps and drinks and toilet breaks.
he's just packing up, when the door opens again; charity arrives, lowering her sunglasses, breathing in a slow, measured way, like she's swimming again. her gaze scans the room in bemusement. the diner is now empty, dinner rush coming to a close, and aisling is in the kitchen, leaving eli alone with charity. she raises her phone questioningly. he shows her his screen in confirmation. cautiously, charity sits in the booth with eli, and the camera pulls out, back through the glass window and into the streets. we see them continue a muted conversation, charity begins to explain her life story, eli listening. a woman walks by holding a black umbrella; we catch a faint blue flash as five blinks into the kitchen, and then the screen goes black.
the credits roll. and it's not the last we see of charity in the series!
