Róisín Daugherty

[redrosepoet]

I have a habit of self destruction. Somedays, I won’t eat, I won’t sleep, I’ll drink myself into darkness but by far, without a doubt, the thing that destroyed me the most, was always you.

soft blue eyes // redrosepoet (via redrosepoet)

@jfconnor

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wclven:

“don’t say that– don’t say that word.” eamon groaned, wincing slightly at the thought of being a grandfather once more. “so you’re not asking for anything from us? but you want us to take a kid and raise it so you can— what? what are you gonna do? bugger off to europe somewhere? steal someone elses passport?” he ignored the child, his eyes fixated firmly on the mother. “I don’t give a shit what you got mixed up in. my son deserved to know, two fucking years ago, that he was a father. he didn’t deserve to know through a cowardly note slipped under the door like some fuckin’ stalker– do you know what i do to people who stalk my family members?” he asked, stepping towards her, all six feet and five inches towering over them. 

even with the swab placed in his possession, eamon wasn’t soothed in the slightest. for starters he was slightly disgusted but he moved past that, the distraction of the child reaching out his hand towards him well timed. the mobster looked to the kid and for a moment thought he was seeing his own son all those years ago— the painful part was that this child held a hint of connor’s mother, her eyes shining through like a painful spark of realization to eamon. he cleared his throat, dragging his eyes away from the child that held a small memory of his late wife within him. 

“don’t fuckin’ tell me about my kid, alright? don’t fuckin’ turn up, dragging the fuckin’ bratva after you for all we fuckin’ know and tell me that i’ve got a great kid.” he was exhausted so by the time she went to push past him, he almost let her go– almost. hand grasped around that of her arm, causing her to come to a halt, leaving eamon face to face with the child. he took a second, looking him over once more before he turned his attention to her. “i take it i don’t have to warn you about keepin’ your gob shut, do I? you go waving that tongue of yours around and I’ll gladly chop it off. don’t fuckin’ test me.”

Her jaw tightened but only for a moment. “I’m not going to bugger off anywhere. I’m not doing Conall any favors by sticking around here and if you’d rather me stay here, fine. And I didn’t steal a fuckin’ passport. She gave it to me. I had it altered to suit my needs and then I had one forged for Conall, so we could come here without anyone knowing it was us. All I’ve been doing since that fuckin’ prick showed up at my workplace was covering my tracks and looking over my shoulder while trying to maintain some semblance of my sanity.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a bit nauseous. 

Her nose wrinkled slightly. “I tried to tell him. Every time I’d come close, he’d start boasting about his prestige on COD or the fact you’d come home. I begged him to stay and he didn’t. He needed to grow into himself before he could even think of calling himself a father... And what note are you talking about? I didn’t fuckin’ send him anything. I just got here. My first stop was to this place, called Deja Brew, and my next stop had me bumping into someone, offering me free pizza. My final stop was that fuckin’ bench. Now, you’re caught up on my coming and going.” Well, those were the major stops. She’d ducked into various places that had public restrooms to change her son. 

She faltered, but only for a moment. “I was a few months pregnant when he left. That day your family so kindly tossed me out, I was going to tell him. I took it as a sign and kept my fuckin’ mouth shut. I didn’t want to hold him back when he was bursting at the seams to go with you. I cared about him, maybe more than I should’ve, but... Now, I know the difference between lust and love and not every childhood friendship is meant to last and...” She trailed off, her eyes brimming with tears. “I just... Is Connor okay?” She asked quietly, her brow furrowing with apparent concern. She’d always think of him as that mischievous boy with a heart of gold and a knack for getting himself into trouble. As kids, he’d had this boyish charm about him and if he was anything like his father, he was a man worth his salt.

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wclven:

for a moment, he felt betrayal spread through his veins, fire like tendrils pulling and burning at each inch of him. if everyone back home knew, then heads were about to roll. his lip twitched, a common sign of his distaste in the matter, before he covered it up by taking another drag on his cigarette. 

“i don’t think you’re in much of a position to be telling me what i can and can’t do..” he mused, looking past her for a moment and using his spare hand to scratch at his new tattoo on his neck. “you don’t just bring a child here and make demands of me and my family. you provide the paperwork that says he’s of my blood and yeah, then i’ll do something. until then? you’re shit out of luck.” it hadn’t been the first time something like this had happened in the family, eamon had to deal with a certain indiscretion of his uncles that caused a lot of trouble for the family. turned out, the child wasn’t even an o’malley and it was a lot of wasted energy for nothing. his faith in the human word was dismal at best, people were out for themselves, and themselves only. eamon wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it again.

his expression hardened, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed as she started talking about things that had not yet been broken to seagrove. “don’t.” he warned, his words like a wolf’s warning growl in his chest. “that shit needed to stay in ireland. don’t you dare go flappin’ your gap  and bring it all here. you’ve already caused enough damage as it is.” 

eamon gave a scoff, looking down at the boy and taking a moment to examine his features. “proof or no protection.” he mused, eyes still scanning the boy in her lap, the connection between father and apparent son a little too hard to miss. he didn’t understand why the woman couldn’t have just stayed in ireland and gone to his family back home for help. she would have been greeted with the same response but at least she wouldn’t have been here, drawing attention to eamon and his already frayed family.

Her eyes narrowed marginally. “It’s because of your family affairs that I’m on the move. I’m not asking for a quart of blood. I’m asking you to protect your grandson. You have more resources than I do and quite frankly, he needs to be with his father.” She stood slowly, regretting it almost immediately, as she balanced the boy on her hip. The boy turned his head to eye Eamon, slowly reaching out to him, as if trying to soothe the agitated man.

Admittedly, she was probably going to die. That was the logical conclusion to all of this but if, by some miracle, she could protect her son before passing onto the next realm, she’d do anything she had to do. Sighing a bit with resignation, she rummaged in her bag. It wasn’t much, but he’d know what to do with it better than she would. 

She took a cotton swab and swabbed the inside of her son’s mouth, sealing the swab in a plastic baggie. “Here. You don’t believe me? Test it yourself.” All she could hope for, in the meantime, was that her son would be well-protected in the meantime. “Beidh a chuid fola ar do lámha má fhaigheann sé bás.” She said quietly, her throat tightening marginally. As it was, she was already offering to give up her son and go far from this place, but she couldn’t if her son didn’t have the proper protection. 

She’d known Connor from the time she was a little girl but apparently, not well enough. “You know... For the record, you’ve got a great son. He lied around every turn for your benefit... You should be grateful. I’ll grant you, we got into some trouble as kids, but we were always thick as thieves... Even though you missed out on a lot, he idolized you. Probably still does, judging by the fact he’s still here.” She said softly, a pang of jealousy stabbing icy needles into her heart. She’d been raised by her grandparents and they were far more concerned with seeming wholesome and good to their congregation that they had no problem with writing her off when she came to them with the news she was pregnant. “I’ve got nothing to hide.” She concluded, attempting to brush past him. 

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wclven:

ever since he had word that a readhead with a stolen passport and child were possibly in seagrove, eamon had done all he could to try and track them down. he’d found them, some time ago now, and had been watching their movements through town. did he have other places to be? it was pretty fuckin’ close to christmas so of fucking course he did, but this was important, and making sure his family was safe was the top of his list this year. 

eamon hadn’t been able to get a close enough look at the kid just yet and part of him wished that when he did, the child would look nothing like an o’malley and this whole situation would be a lot easier for him. he didn’t view the child as of his own gene pool just yet, attachments only made illicit acts of protection harder, and if it came down to it, those acts would need to be performed without error. he’d never liked the girl, hell he’d never liked any of the people his son ws close to out of fear that they would get themselves into shit, but this one? this one now had apparent leverage in the form of a child, which made her more dangerous than any other threat. 

the warlord watched as he girl practically fell asleep on a park bench– typical of someone so young to come over the otherside of the world without a plan. he decided to make his way over, his cigarette firmly between his fingers, and his chin raised high as he moved between the two and the setting sun, casting a shadow over them. all he needed was a look at the child, something to tell him that he wasn’t of his own make up, and then, job done— but she was holding the child so close to her core that from where he was, it was almost impossible. 

“i’m pretty sure you were given a warning.” he started, pausing for a moment to take a drag of his cigarette. “ní mór dúinn an dara seans a thabhairt i mo theaghlach.” he finished, the native words leaving his lips intertwined in smoke. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Her eyes opened, as she looked up at the tall blond, shielding her eyes from the sun that hung overhead. “Níl cúram orm faoi do dheiseanna dara.” She said quietly, her baby blues narrowing defiantly. She knew it wasn’t the way to go, but she had to know this man wasn’t a threat to her son. It was bad enough she’d gotten caught up in his family’s affairs and had been trying to cover her tracks, on top of finding some sort of safe haven.

She sighed, smoothing her son’s hair away from his face. “I don’t care what you do to me, but you have to protect him. I...” She hesitated, slowly shaking her head. “Everyone with half a brain knew he was Connor’s. I don’t want anything from you, other than your promise to protect Conall.” In a way, Connor had gotten a namesake. It’d been the only thing she could think of while tossing names back and forth like a hacky sack. 

A weak sigh slipped past her lips. “I’m trying to protect my son from things I never asked to be part of. Quite frankly, had I known half the shit your family was involved with, I wouldn’t have ever even given Connor a second glance... I’m tired of running and looking over my shoulder...” She said softly, setting her chin a bit stubbornly, as a new fire was lit in her pale hues.

[wtfrcse]

She was trying hard not to fall asleep on a bench. Her son was sleeping soundly in her arms and she was trying her damnedest not to wake him. Sleep seemed like a good option to her in that particular moment. Even so, she knew she couldn’t... But her eyes kept sort of drifting shut, try as she may to keep them open. Jet lag was a bitch and she hadn’t planned ahead at all. She missed Dublin. She missed Connor... And part of her hated the fact her son was almost a spitting image of his father. She wondered what the fuck had possessed her to come here at all, truth be told... Actually, she knew the reason why and knowing scared her more than the possibility of not knowing. She wasn’t afforded the same protection as an outsider and anyone with a half a brain could’ve probably figured out that Conall was a product of a teen romance, gone wrong. Bad people in high places had certainly figured it out and with the right sort of push, they’d sent her running from Dublin to Seagrove. Maybe, if she left Conall here, with his father, he’d be safe... At least, that was her hope. Even now, even though she was far from Dublin, she had horrific images of what might’ve been. Whatever Connor’s father demanded of her, she’d do it, if only to keep her son safe from harm. Just thinking of it made her grip tighten subconsciously around her young son. “Ow... Mommy...” The boy whined, and she slowly blinked and shook her head, relinquishing her grip only slightly.

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cosmoryans:

Over the years, Cosmo had acquired some free pizza coupons– Despite the fact that most the time he did get them free. But in his packing, when he came across them, he figured he really didn’t need them anymore. Throughout his day, he’d been giving out these slips, getting rid of them. “Hey, you want a free slice from Joey’s?” Cosmo asked, pulling the coupon from his pocket.

She tried to keep ahold of a squirming Conall, sighing almost with a hint of agitation. “Normally, I’d say yes but...” She hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “I mean... I guess... As long as you’re offering...” She murmured, slowly trying to shake the cobwebs from her sleep-deprived, addled mind. Her son was only around the age of two and already, he was a fucking handful but she loved him, all the same. At least, the colic was long over and done with.

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abipenley:

abi had decided to stay at deja brew after it was closed up for the night— - she wanted to surprise the employees and customers alike with extra (emphasis on extra) holiday decorations. the tiny woman found herself getting wrapped in the glowing christmas lights, and only got more tangled when the bell rang that someone entered the shop. “my son!! he’s in the lights!! will??? WILL??” abi TRIED her best joyce byers from stranger things impression, retreating to her normal voice she chuckled awkwardly, “the shops uh, closed up, so the menu is limited to… anything. i can get you anything.“ she smiled, “just let me get unwrapped and i can help you.“ 

She blinked, bleary eyes peering quizzically at the other. “Any chance ye could turn off the lights?” She mumbled sleepily, tilting her head slowly back and forth, as she adjusted her hold on her son. “Do ye have plain coffee? Black? No cream or sugar...” She murmured, fishing around in the bag she carried for her wallet, as her son started to stir. “And, if ye have it, a scone for the wee one?” She sighed, slumping against the wall, as her head fell back and her eyes drifted closed for a moment. 

[jfconnor-blog1]

spring / dew / ash

My earliest memory would have to have been… Um… Being told my dad couldn’t be there for some school thing, but he was a pretty busy guy. Still is. I can’t quite fault him for that, y’know?

@wclven

My favorite drink is honestly anything alcoholic right now. I fucking love whiskey, as stereotypical and cliched as that might seem. Rose and I actually bonded over our mutual love of whiskey.

@wtfrcse

I have lots of scars, actually! Most of them are from doing dumb shit, though. Between you and me, I lie about how I got them. I, sadly, don’t have any birth marks, though! I’ve got the standard O’Malley blue eyes and blond hair but that’s about it.

[jfconnor-blog1]

campfire

My favorite childhood memory, huh? Welllllllll, I’d have to say when Rose and I explored the Ballycorus Leadmines. My family got kinda pissed because I didn’t ask if I could go annnnnnd Rose got hurt but… I didn’t see why they were so upset at the time, honestly. I mean, it’s not like I was hurt or anything… But then again, my family’s been through some shit - awful shit - and I can definitely see where they’re coming from now.

@wtfrcse

[wtfrcse]

It should actually read I’m a godless heathen, but we’ll settle for the text therein.

━★ ( sophie turner, cisfemale, she/her ) hey, that’s ( róisín daugherty ), finally paying a visit again from ( dublin, ireland ). the ( twenty-one ) year old is known to be ( outgoing & compassionate ) but you’ll find that they can be ( cynical & futilitarian ), too. i heard one of their favorite spots to hangout is ( deja brew ) and ( the last goodbye ) by ( billy boyd ) always seems to be playing around them. ( kids, video games, lotr, bad choices, whiskey ) ━★ ( shado, 23, est, she/her ).

My name’s Shado. I stole it from a character from the Arrow-verse because I’m just ~that much of an imaginative, lil shit. Sunny dragged me here forcibly and against my will ‘cause it turns out she’s the Devil in disguise. If you don’t give her what she wants, chances are she’ll snarf your face and nobody wants that, lol. I’m totally kidding. Much like her name she’s a little ray of sunshine... And a pain in the ass, who’s positive like 24/7, unless she’s gettin’ low. I kid, I kid but enough about her! More about me. I live on the Eastern coast and have she/her pronouns and I really, really, really don’t like talking about myself. 

As for Rose, here... She was born and raised in Dublin. Her and Connor were best friends from like childhood on until his dUMBASS decided to leave her to come to Seagrove. She totally fell for the, as Sunny so eloquently put it, “spiel of always me, me mum’s dead, blahhblahblah” jk. Anyways, she didn’t pity Connor, but she wanted him to feel loved by more than just his family and eventually, that turned into a sort of obsessive thing. She didn’t have a shrine of him or anything, but she was pretty hurt when he moved, especially considering he slept with her and only really saw her as a friend/was oblivious to her feelings. ANYWAYS. She was between three and five months pregnant when he left (read: she was far enough along she knew but wasn’t showing) and that was sort of her reasoning for wanting him to stay. A few months after he left, she gave birth to his son, Conall, who’s ~roughly two years old at this point in time. He’s a blond-haired, blue-eyed cutie, just like the man that sired him... And subsequently left.

I’m not sure how long, exactly, she’ll be in Seagrove (or alive, for that matter - to be discussed with an admin laterrrr), but she could definitely use people to keep her entertained and her mind well off of Connor before Eamon or any one of Connor’s uncles flip shit. She could use friends, enemies, lovers, etc etc etc. Pls love me bc I’m an awkward, lil turtle.

[malcolminthemiddlegifs]

[jfconnor-blog1]

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