#muse: declan

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@tinumiel​ envió 🏰 para un edit basado en el personaje de Disney que mejor representa a mi personaje:

Declan Sullivan como Banzai, del clan de las Hienas en el Rey León

Declan representa a las hienas en su conjunto, pero principalmente a Banzai.  Banzai era el compañero de Shenzi. Junto con ella y Ed, forma parte del clan de hienas que habitan el Cementerio de Elefantes y se aliaron con Scar. Era el más agresivo e impulsivo del grupo. A su vez, le es increíblemente fiel a Shenzi, lo cual puede verse como un paralelismo de la lealtad que Declan tiene para con su familia.

Las hienas también tienen su costado cómico/humorístico, desde la idiotez hasta los ‘puns’ en el medio de la cacería y las risas desquiciadas. Declan es, de los Sullivan, el más gracioso. Siempre hace chistes (aunque sean de mal gusto o nadie los entienda) en los momentos menos oportunos.

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Declan Sullivan as Banzai of the Hyena clan in the Lion King

Declan represents the hyenas as a whole, but mainly Banzai. Banzai was Shenzi's partner. Along with her and Ed, he is part of the clan of hyenas that inhabit the Elephant Cemetery and allied with Scar. He was the most aggressive and impulsive of the group. He is also incredibly faithful to Shenzi, which can be seen as a parallel to Declan's loyalty to his family.

Hyenas also have their comical / humorous side, from idiocy to 'puns' in the middle of the hunt and crazy laughter. Declan is the funniest of the Sullivan siblings. He always makes jokes (even when they are distateful or nobody understands them) at the least opportune moments.

— “Make mine a cub sandwich, what you think?” 

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( Someone do fall/autumn stuff with declan, gosh darn it! )

( go on a hay ride; pick a pumpkin to decorate; go to a cider mill and get hot cider or chocolate; bake apple pies together! and other stuff I'm sure we could think of! )

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Open to: f (young women but NOT UNDERAGE) Suggested connections: babysitter, taboo, anything secretive, whatever you want

Declan Sullivan was not a good man. Of all his siblings, it was safe to say he was the most problematic. Not even the birth if his little girl softened him... well, it softened when it came to her and her protection, but that was it. Outside his family, Declan was a vicious man, he was merciless and his tastes were... well, peculiar.

He had to give her some credit, she had some nerve showing up there. Or maybe she was naïve or simply never heard the rumours about him. "Hello there" he said, flashing a charming smile from his armchair. She looked young and that alone stirred something in the pit of his stomach. He liked young women, nothing illegal of course (that might be one of his few limits), but he was attracted to innocent and naïve girls. There was something so exciting about corrupting them. "You look very pretty tonight, sweetheart" he added as his lips curved into a small smirk, making no attempt to stand up as his eyes raked over her body, appreciating how perfectly her summer dress hugged her figure.

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› Sleep Headcanon

@gqds-gift // Inspired by this post, Abby probably tends to sit and/or sleep on Declan during his bedtime in case she has to spring into action to protect him in case someone (or something) managed to get past his wards.

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Re-posting an old idea here, but an AU where Declan has died and the Medical Examiner or Mortician is about to work on him and Declan wakes up.

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@romxna - con’t from here

He could tell by the detective's slightly elevated heartbeat and the tang of chemicals in the air that Rom seemed nervous about something, or at the very least, uncertain, so to say that Declan was surprised by Romana's revelation would be a severe understatement. In fact, he was quite shocked by those three little words, but outwardly he gave no indication as yet except, perhaps, a little tension in his shoulders. If the two of them were going to be truthful that evening, he should at least admit to himself that he missed her, too. Like an idiot, however, the witch had difficulty expressing that sentiment aloud given the nature of their break-up.

At the sound of movement, Declan finally opened his eyes to reveal their milky hue, signifying their cursed appearance, and gave up trying to meditate for the moment as a laugh rolled off his tongue. His head shifted in Romana's direction and he suddenly realized that she'd never been to a bonafide Ward-O'Connell family gathering. Sure, she's been to dinner with Moira and Ian and an aunt or uncle here and there, but never the whole clan, so to speak. It had to be overwhelming for her and Declan felt just a little sorry for the detective. The tension eased out of his shoulders as he leaned toward her slightly, a look of amusement on his face.

"Romana Harris, welcome to an official Ward-O'Connell family gathering and congratulations on surviving your first day!" he joked, straightening enough to reach for his mug of tea that sat on the ledge of the fireplace and taking a sip. The lightened mood only lasted briefly as Rom reminded the witch of his initial reaction upon her arrival earlier and the tension returned, radiating along his body.

A sigh was heaved as the mug was returned and Declan shifted to face the detective. His hands were folded in his lap, his thumbs fidgeting with each other the only outward, familiar sign that he was nervous and wrestling with some inner issue. Finally, his brows rose in an inviting expression as his hands unfolded and reached out toward Romana. When he felt the familiar weight and feel of her fingers, his mouth quirked in a small smile and Declan lightly gripped the detective's hands. His thumbs ghosted over the peaks and crevices of her knuckles, marveling not for the first time how she managed to keep her skin so soft given her occupation. The witch's smile faded around the edge's somewhat as he sighed again.

"Look..." His lips rolled inward, his tongue nervously sliding along them before he continued, "Moira means well because she cares. A lot. Because of that, she has this annoying tendency to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. She and Ian could've prepared me from all the way to Mount Olympus and back again and it wouldn't have made a difference because even if I had that knowledge I really don't know how I would've reacted knowing you'd be at the door." He really, really wouldn't. Gods, he missed her.

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@glimpseofwonder​ from X

This wasn’t fair! He and Ella did not deserve to be treated like this, working as servants in their own home, having every last vestige of their parents’ memory taken or destroyed. 

Sniffling, Declan turned his teary gaze up toward his big brother.

“Madame,” he began in a trembling voice. “She found some of Papa’s books, including the one he and Mama kept all their old love letters to each other in... She was throwing them into the fireplace...burning them...I begged her to stop, even tried to take one away from her.” He lifted a trembling hand to show the light burn from the flame. “She slapped me until I dropped it, said I should know my place. I-I didn’t want to upset Ella by showing her right away, so I came here.”

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A look into Declan Sullivan’s closet 👕👀

Black, blood and tattoos. The black and the tattoos had been since he was a teenager, but the blood came afterwards. And he liked it, too bad he can’t wear it as a proud badge. Declan is a walking cliché and he couldn’t care less. He loves his combat boots and his leather jackets.