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@spellsandpixiedust
Independent ex-dark mage OC | Mun&Muse 21+ | Open to all | FC John Simm
“ Try WALKING in my shoes You’ll S T U M B L E in my footsteps “
Details: Name: William “Liam” Donovan Talbot DOB: 07-07-1973 Residence: London, England Occupation: bartender | freelance mage-for-hire Formerly: petty criminal, dark mage, blood magic addict Sexuality: homosexual (bottom) Interests: music (post punk, punk, rock), playing guitar, blood magic
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[GIF Pack] Maria Dinulescu
Following this link you’ll find 18 gifs (245x150) of Maria Dinulescu as herself in the ad campaign for Cocor Card from 2011. Maria Dinulescu is a Romanian actress and was 30 at the time of filming.
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[GIF Pack] John Simm
Following this link you’ll find 140 gifs (245x150) of John Simm as Moose in Moving On: Malaise (S2E4) from 2010. John Simm is a British actor and was 39 at the time of filming.
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[GIF Pack] John Simm
Following this link you’ll find 363 gifs (245x150) of John Simm as The Master in Doctor Who: The End Of Time from 2009/10. John Simm is a British actor and was 39 at the time of filming.
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[GIF Pack] Timothy Dalton
Following this link you’ll find 77 gifs (245x150) of Timothy Dalton as Lord President Rassilon in Doctor Who: The End Of Time from 2009/10. Timothy Dalton is a British actor and was 63 at the time of filming.
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[GIF Pack] John Simm
Following this link you’ll find 75 gifs (245x150) of John Simm in various music videos. John Simm is a British actor and was born in 1970.
New Order: Here To Stay (2002)
I Am Kloot: Some Better Day (2013)
The Leisure Society: God Has Taken A Vacation (2019)
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[GIF Pack] John Simm
Following this link you’ll find 823 gifs (245x150) of John Simm as Jack Whelan in Intruders from 2014. John Simm is a British actor and was 43 at the time of filming.
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heretoboogie:
Cam scoffed and laughed, nudging Liam with his foot. On himself!? No way, not when Liam was far more important and worth it. Honestly, seeing his mate smile like that made him feel much better than any treat to himself ever would.
Not that he’d say it out loud because then they’d just both be uncomfortable.
“Right, right-” He tucked his phone away (though not before checking if the snapshot had saved correctly with a fond smile) and waited for Liam to start. His friend kept fiddling with the instrument and Campbell was about to tell Liam he didn’t have to, but then his friend started and Cam was glad he’d hesitated to give him a way out. “That was awesum,” he gasped when the last notes faded. “Ye didn'tell me ye were a proper musician!”
Hungry, starving for praise Liam gave Cam his brightest, widest grin in return. Awesome. Yeah, that’s definitely a verdict he could live with. He felt his fragile ego massaged and his initial anxiety recede.
“Played since I was a tiny tot... well, irregularly, but still...,” he paused to put down his instrument, “I’m rubbish on stage. Or in a band for that matter. Busking worked, since people try really hard not to pay attention to ye. It's almost like playing alone in yer room, with the added bonus of earning a few quid on the side. Did ye ever learn an instrument?”
“how long has it last been since you slept?” - Robert
Good question. How long indeed? Liam squinted through his lingering headache and lit himself another rollie, before offering Robert one from his squashed pack of pre-rolled cigarettes. “Dunno. What difference does it make?,” he mumbled around the cig, puffing smoke out of his nose. “I’m not tired. I’ve had coffee. Speaking of, ye want a cuppa?”
heretoboogie:
Cam quickly snapped a picture of Liam smiling with his phone, because he never wanted to forget this moment. “Who else I’m I gonna spend et on, hm?” He beamed at his friend. “Go on, play’s a tune?”
“On yerself?” Though it’s said with a silent, implied ‘obviously’, Liam meant it in all the best ways. Cam should’ve bought himself a record, a concert ticket, fuck - anything, but he decided to waste it on the a Manc punk. Liam, still grinning, shook his head. No, he couldn’t believe someone did that for him. Oh, Campbell...
“Oi, alright. Just... no more snapshots or anythin’. Bit rusty, me,” Liam presented his excuse. He wasn’t rusty at all. Or a bad guitarist for that matter. He was just incredibly stricken with stage fright. No wonder the big dreams of becoming a rock star were crushed early on.
Naturally that meant he had to procrastinate on his task, too. A bit of fine tuning there. Repositioning the guitar in his lap. And there, hum-hum, he cleared his throat. And eventually he begins to play, and he begins to sing:
“Take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive. Driving in your car I never, never want to go home, because I haven't got one any more”
//I wanna come back here so much. Work's a bit crazy right now, but I'll try to get things sorted. Missing all of you and my stupid disaster mage. Hope you're doing well. Stay safe and hopefully I'll see you soon ❤️
betterdcyz:
@spellsandpixiedust requested for a one-liner starter featuring The Corinthian.
“——well, well, well, ain’t you a handsome looking fella, you almost look like a snack.”
If two pints of beer did nothing to lighten his mood, a simple pick-up line had Liam jolly in an instant. He could barely answer, stumbling over his own chuckle twice before he got something out that could be identified as an actual word: “Cheers.”
Wow. Cheers. C h e e r s ? ! That’s just embarrassing.
Liam smacked his lips and tried anew: “Fancy a drink, dishy devil?”
"Home taping is killing record industry profits! We left this side blank so you can help."
Dead Kennedys
frozenandhandsome:
@spellsandpixiedust
Essilie looked at the other for a moment before slowly grinning, raising a hand to point at the other. “You. look familiar to me,…definitely! - Oh! you are definitely not a normal little human being, are you?” Her face lit up as she was clearly intrigued now, her mind already filing through her memories to try and recall exactly where she had seen him, being a supernatural being had some perks.
Liam had been sitting in the back of the café for a while now, his coffee lukewarm and the apple crumble before him half eaten and mutilated. From his seat he could barely see out the window, but he could still hear the rain outside. Nope. No time to leave yet.
Conveniently he would be given a good excuse to stay a little while longer, when he was approached by a woman. Surprised Liam looked up to her. “I... uhm...” He turned around, like a cat caught clawing on the family sofa. Guilty as charged. But no one else seemed to be paying attention. “What’s ‘normal’ anyways?,” he shrugged. “The name’s Liam. I’m... I can do spells and shit. Do I know you?”
redeyesfangsandmagic:
The sudden emergence of the stranger from the shrubs caused him to jump just a little, keeping his guard up as his eyes looked him up and down. He was relieved to see that it wasn’t the hunter, but he wasn’t sure if he could trust him or not and the smell of his blood was making him thankful that he already fed that night.
“Well you’re not the only one who’s had a shit night alright, welcome to the club.” Aiden sighed as he began to put his hand in his jeans pocket, pulling out a metal lighter and holding out for the stranger to take. “So what has gotten you running? Looks like we have another thing in common and we don’t even know each others names yet.” he chuckled before he took out a packet of cigarettes, taking one out and putting it in his mouth.
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Greedy fingers - chipped off black nail polish and grime crusting around the cuticles - snatched the offered lighter from Aidan’s hand in an instant. The trophy was pocketed for now, while the mage busied himself with skilfully rolling himself a cigarette first. To his visible chagrin, the mage couldn’t succumb to his inherent urge to steal lighters from unsuspecting victims, as after lighting his own rollie, it was Aidan’s turn.
“Liam,” the mage introduced himself, handing back the lighter, muttering an honest, if muffled “Cheers” around his smoke. Thank fuck, he finally met a reasonable person to share a smoke with. Welcome to the club indeed.
“It’s complicated,” Liam declared with a frown etched between his brows, “Some people just have no chill, I suppose. Did sod all, me. But what does my voice weigh, eh? How about you? Trouble with sanctimonious pricks as well?”
redeyesfangsandmagic:
Aiden & Open
Of all the days that he had to have a run in with a hunter, it had to be one where it was pouring rain. The hunter had been relentless, the person he had drank from had been a decoy to catch him. Aiden continued to run until he finally lost the hunter, just as the rain stopped. “Of course you stop now, you stupid weather.” He mumbled under his breath as he patted his body to find his phone, safely tucked away in his jackets inner pocket. He was about to dial up Conner or Minnie when he heard the sound of a twig snapping behind him. “Who’s there, seriously I am in no mood for games tonight.” the vampire called out, readying himself just in case the hunter had found him again.
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“Blimey!” The exclamation came from beyond the shrubbery. A huff and more rustling and a heartbeat later a man emerged from the shadows. Black leather jacket over a hoodie, jeans and trainers. Not a hunter by the looks of it - too casual - but still prone to get into a fight as by his telltale busted and bleeding brow. Though he had no bruised knuckles to match, and seemed out of breath from running (away?), something about the man screamed trouble; A whiff of magic. A stench of magic.
“Don’t fuckin’ start,” the mage groaned, his words clad in a Northern accent, “I’ve had a shit night. All I want is a smoke and... fuck. A smoke. Only a smoke. That’s how low my standards have become. Ye got a light for me?”
JOHN SIMM behind the scenes of 24 Hour Party People (2002)
