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@bullseye-stoddard

A low chuckle escapes at Bullseye's comment and he nods. "Aye, I know ye dunno much 'bout me, but I'm fairly handy when I need yah be."

Well, most people didn't care, really. Those who knew him, sure, but overall? Not something he advertised. Seamus does, however, get a bit sheepish when Bullseye keeps on, saying that the place looks better than the stables in town.

"Ach now yer jus' pullin' me leg, Stoddard. But c'mon an' help me get some of these shite moved in," he says, tossing a thumb toward the equipment and tack still to be placed in the tack room.

Stable Situation || MacBull

#ch: bullseye #p: stable situation #r: macbull #//mobile replies #//so so many apologies for this being this late hun

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@wilde-fun

A snort escapes again at Nick's words but he doesn't say anything. He knows the man is jesting, or the equivalent for him.

He doesn't keep talking right away but, instead, Nick moves them into the kitchen where Seamus posts up against the counter while he watches Nick make coffee. Something familiar, easy.

Seamus knows it's a bit of way to ease any awkwardness, any tension. It always has been.

"Ach, nothin' much. Worked with her a bit, did a few jobs. She's holdin' some grudge I dunno heads or tails of."

The Cycle Begins Anew || Sink & Avery

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@doc-hudson

Seamus had, unfortunately, not dodged the bullet of Weird Town Fever Dream Time again. A pity, really, because now he had to deal with the fact that, well, Majke was back.

And they'd been married in the dream. ( Which, no thank you. He's okay ).

It was admittedly a lot to wrap your brain around especially knowing that the woman could control bloody shadows with her magic. You know - normal, every day Swynlake bullshite.

He's so lost in his own head, apparently, that he doesn't notice someone join him in the lumber aisle, where he's been looking at the same 5x8 section for the past 5 minutes, nor that it was Paul, of all people.

Hey, old timer, is what draws him out. Seamus doesn't startle, more like comes back to himself and recognizes he isn't alone. And that said person beside him is looking at him with Concern on their face and ain't that grand?

Wiping a hand down his face, Seamus grins a bit and goes to shrug then thinks better of it. Paul doesn't really get to be lied to these days, now, did he?

"Ah, th' however-many-times yearly town dream. One o' me old...acquaintances popped up in it. Th' kind I'd prob'ly tell ye tah tell her 'm dead if she came nosing around." How did he explain Majke otherwise, honestly? She wasn't -- well okay. No, she was dangerous. But Seamus wasn't afraid of her; the grudge she held was more reminiscent of a younger sibling, to him, than anything else, but the more he'd prodded and poked the more he knew she would get angry - if she found him, that was. "Ye missed it this year. Lucky ye."

Echoes of the past || Seamus

Paul had dodged a bullet, it seemed.

It all had started earlier in the year, when he had decided to go back to Radiator Springs for a couple of days: both to make sure the place hadn't spontaneously combusted, poor Giovanni included, and to personally grab some of the books Hera needed for her studies that would be too expensive to re-purchase.

So, he'd scheduled a flight and had traveled back home-

-around the time Swynlake had decided to be it's usual odd self and dragged everyone into a strange night's sleep, with a Regency-themed (what even was the appeal of that period, really?) collective dream for the Town to share.

Except, again, he hadn't been there.

Things were mostly back to whatever sense of normalcy Swynlake could claim by the time he was back, and save for MacTunnag being extra-pissy for whatever reason (don't ask, don't tell), things were mostly ok.

So Doc went about his normal routine: the usual jog with Lightning or with Waldo, the usual visit to Chippamunka's and the usual running of the errands expected from a man with an old house to dealt with, like occasionally stopping at Oakens for the odd bits and pieces of repairs; And there was where he'd stumbled upon an apparently shook (as the kids would said) Seamus, who was absentmindedly looking through Oaken's wood display.

"Hey, old timer" he called, both eyebrows raised "what's on your mind?"

'Are you ok?' was, too, asked within that question, just not voiced out-loud.

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@majkemaniiia

She's irritated at him. She is. Oh, what a bunch of bollocks. He can tell, too, that the dream has gotten to her. It was written across her face, the bitterness of her voice.

"Awwww, ye didna like it, darlin'," he croons, "shame, that. 'S a good name." Could he possibly have his soul rent from his body with that tone? Possibly, yes. Did he care? Not in the slightest.

Maybe it'd default his curse back to the beginning, if it would ever work.

"Ain't done on purpose, Majke, trust me," he drawls, voice still dry. "'S somethin' th' town does. All o' th' magic an' what not. Surprised yah didna know that, given yer own."

Magic, that was.

He folds up the note about her niece and tucks it away into his brain to poke at later.

Fair is Fowl, and Fowl is Fair || MacTunnag & de Spell

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@doc-hudson

Paul catches on quick - he almost always did, it seemed - and Seamus's grin stretches wider as the other man stops himself short and just nods before looking back at the tree again. It fits the house well, and the decorations that he'll toss up onto it, some older than the house he was standing in, would make it look even better.

Hell, he may even pull out the popcorn garland, for old times' sake.

For now, however, Seamus focuses on the present, on the man still in his house, still talking, and asking a question. Shaking his head, Seamus runs a hand through his hair. "Nah, 'S th' first thing I earned on me own. Kept it at th' bottom of a shoe fer luck, an' so me old man wouldna find it. Thought about usin' it a time or ten, but I never did."

Especially for his mam. Especially for her, but he swallowed that bitter thought back down as quickly as it had arisen up the back of his throat. He needn't sully the few memories he had left of her with the guilt he still carried.

"I worked enough hours then, anyhow," he continues, "not tah need it. An' when we came over, travel wasna nearly as expensive as it is today." Back then, it had been, but there'd been far more to worry about then than there was now.

Borh brows raise when Paul continues, stepping closer and offering a hand of his own accord. The grin on Seamus's face this time crinkles his eyes, slanting his mouth to show the crookedness of his grin.

A true smile, a MacTunnag smile.

"I say yah can stay an' have whatever yah want long as yah try th' wassail first." Then, he chuckles and takes Paul's hand, tugging him toward the kitchen while he explains what, exactly, the drink is and how long he's been making it.

The most wonderful time of the year || Seamus

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@wilde-fun

The last year, more or less, had been one of the most stable for Seamus. Arguably, the last few had been. Since Colorado, this was the longest he'd lived in one place, the longest he'd gone without that itch beneath his skin or the feeling like he needed to leave. While he didn't run like Nick did, he had a wandering heart and a heavy spirit to match it.

It was easy, then, when no one cared about you, nor stuck around to keep you, to pack everything up and leave.

Seamus had found it far harder to leave these days, he supposes is what he's trying to say.

The last time he'd carved like this, they'd still been in New York, he thinks. Seamus has made trinkets, things to keep him busy, but...nothing like what he'd done for Della. Nothing like what he'd lost himself in on the beaches of Paris, slogging through the Rhine and wading into the silt of the bank so he didn't float away.

No. No, he hadn't done that in an age.

But, Nick had Avery now. And Avery deserved toys, things he could play with that couldn't hurt him, so Seamus got to work, drafting and drafting and sketching until he had it perfect. Now he was here to make good on his threat with not one but three new gadgets.

"Oi, fuck off," he says, good-natured enough when Nick opens the door and he doesn't immediately see the little boy with him. "We've both been busy. Least yah answer me phone calls still."

Pausing, Seamus sucks a breath through his teeth then lets it out with a huffed chuckle. "Majke. She, ah, she's in town. Ain't gonna do nothin', mind, but she's right mad I was there."

The Cycle Begins Anew || Sink & Avery

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@doc-hudson

A miser with a secret heart of gold. Seamus can't help the snort at the comment, the shake of his head, or the sigh. There's no arguing, he supposes, with a statement like that one. It's more of a compliment than anything else, certainly coming from Paul.

The hanging words he doesn't say don't overshadow, however, the little grin that Seamus had seen in the corner of his eye. That was a rarity in his company, he'd found, and he rather wanted to tuck the sight of it away, at least for a little while.

"Aye. I still have it, ye Ken. First shilling I made. 'S in th' safe, along with some...some other shite." Stuff he hadn't seen in a long time. Stuff he didn't know if he'd ever be able to look at again. He always wanted to but -

Seamus never knew if he knew how to.

The comments about his name, though, drags him out of his head and he does laugh at the attempt on Junior's accent. He tries his own, and is pleased to hear it still sounds about half as decent as it did when it'd male the other man flame up over it. "Gotta give more accent on th' E," he mumbles as he falls back into his own accent, then clears his throat, rubbing the palms of his hands on the front of his jeans.

Nose wrinkling when they stick to the denim from residual sap from the boughs, Seamus considers hooking into the back of the house to wash them off but decides against it when he Paul continues, saying he liked the nickname with that damned smile of his again.

"Aye? Good, then. 'S stayin' there. I ain't tryin' tah move it again." He's purposefully obtuse, here, in his phrasing; the nickname isn't the worst he's been saddled with, but he supposes he could endure it on occasion.

The most wonderful time of the year || Seamus

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i love periodically reminding my roommate that david tennant did in fact voice scrooge mcduck

#mcduck #inspo #//I'm sorry I had to

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@sillykomaeda​ you’re so right for this

#mcduck #inspo #disney #//so right he would though

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@bullseye-stoddard

See, Seamus needed help with the horses he'd bought at auction. He could move them and house them, but getting them here was an entirely different beast. Despite having been in the ranching business in Colorado, it had been some time since he'd dealt with the creatures in such capacity.

It was, however, quite a lot like riding a bike. That being said, Seamus did appreciate the extra pair of hands. Those hands, incidentally, belonged to Bullseye Stoddard.

Squinting up at the larger man, Seamus quicks a half smile at him and waves him away. "Yer fine, lad. No need tah take th' hat off. But aye. It do, don't it? Built most of it meself," he says, a bit of pride in his voice. "C'mon, I'll show ye th' boxes."

And, with that, he led the man into the structure, waving Bullseye along after him.

Stable Situation || MacBull

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@majkemaniiia

Dreams were a pain in the ass. Seamus had believed that from the moment of his first nightmare in New York about the war, about his father, his friends. If it wasn't a good dream, wasn't one he could escape from the realities of his world for a little while, he didn't want it.

The latest town dream wasn't half bad, actually.

Well - except for one, panic inducing event.

The moment Seamus had awoken, he'd gone across the property line to Paul's to find him just arriving back from being out of town. He tells him, as succinctly as he can, that if a brunette named Majke ( Magica, he supposed, too ) came looking to tell her he'd left or died, suddenly and tragically.

An easy enough fix, except for the fact that he needed to head into town for lumber to finish a project that day. Cursing himself and his inability to think this far ahead, Seamus goes, Maeve hopping into the pickup bed to go along for the ride.

He's crossing from one of the stores to Ever After Boulevard when he senses a...for lack of a better word tugging at himself. Seamus stops cold, eyes narrowing, and looks around.

Majke comes up to him a few seconds later, voice airy and pleasant, but he knows it isn't.

"Oh fuck off with that," he grits out, shifting on the balls of his feet. "An' ye know good an' well my name ain't James. But aye. S'pose it is. What're ye doin' here, Majke?"

Fair is Fowl, and Fowl is Fair || MacTunnag & de Spell

#ch: majke #p; fair is fowl #r; hocus pocus

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@doc-hudson

In saying that Della looked like his sister, Seamus had neglected to mention that she also looked a great deal like him - so great, in fact, that most people believed he'd had a daughter, but no wife, and pitied him all the more for it. He hardly mentions it anymore. He doesn't want pity, least of all Paul's.

But, Paul doesn't usually pity him. Instead, he makes him smile, laugh, and then calls him an asshole.

"I ain't though," he protests, "people jus' think 'm a miser." Yes, okay he's grumbling. "I ain't that, neither. Jus'...hard tah get used tah when ye grew up when shite was expensive an' yer family was poor enough yer mum had two jobs an' ye had one when ye were ten."

This...yeah this he barely spoke about, but it still somehow all came tumbling out, anyway, half of it told to the tree he and Paul were lugging in through the door and, then, into the living room. Half of it to Paul, who he knows is there, can feel beside him, but doesn't speak directly toward.

"How d'yah think we got here in th' first place? Sure as shit wasna me old man, th' cunt," he grinds out, wrestling the tree into place a bit more forcefully than probably was necessary. "So - aye. 've been called Scrooge, an' 've been called worse. People called me James, though, in New York. Smokey called me Jamie, when it suited."

The most wonderful time of the year || Seamus

#ch: doc #p: the most wonderful time of the year #r: fast & furious #//the boys are back! how I missed them

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A Character Reference that She would Deny Writing to her Grave?

(In reference to a certain @apennywasted)

#mcduck #srrp #swynevent #inspo

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“Like a second sense, Seamus knows his wife is there before he can see her. Like a little shadow, Majke is there until she isn't, come and then gone.”

(feat. @apennywasted)

#mcduck #inspo #swynevent #SRRPinspo #ch: majke

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Character Name: Seamus MacTunnag 

Title/occupation: Viscount of Morisrance Manor 

Magick Status: Non-Magick

Biography: 

Born the first son, the second child, of Fergus and Davina MacTunnag, Seamus was a bright and inquisitive child and an even brighter young man. However, he and his siblings Eona, Graeme and Moira all grew up impoverished. Their father ran a tavern that afforded them some standing but, in the end, that couldn't save them from destitution. 

What did, however, was the war. 

Graeme and Seamus both enlisted and both received accommodation, Seamus enough so to garner land and a title, growing his wealth until he became well-known as a businessman and an engineer on locomotives who quickly moved into the heart of the business. 

It was during this time in his life that he helped raise his young niece, Adelaide Drake, putting her successfully through a season for her to become Lady Drake, and, ultimately, firmly root their family into British soil. Morisrance Manor is a rowdy home but it is a warm one, filled to the brim with excitement and intrigue as Seamus moves through life with an unparalleled amount of enthusiasm and spirit. 

Adding one young ward, Rosalie Covington, and the relations of an old friend into his home is yet another step in the path of Seamus's life a few years earlier. His next was to add a wife, later into his time here, as a favor to her and her family, though he doubts Majke views it as such. Seamus is fond of her though, in his own way, and hopes she at least understands she has...if not a friend, then a companion to walk beside, no matter how aggravating she may be.

He has grown inordinately fond of the people there, though perhaps some more so than others. His goal this Season, as in prior, is to aid Baljeet in his own Season, hoping for all the best for the young man.

#SRRPprofile #SRRPseason #swynevent

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@doc-hudson

He can hear the judgement dripping off Paul's tone, though perhaps it is also, maybe, just surprise. Seamus can't really tell, with his pulse pounding in his ears as it is.

"'S sad is what it is. But - been busy doin' shite around th' property, gettin' stuff set up fer th' horses comin' and th' Prix prototypes. Jus'...busy."

Turning to look to the side, to keep on speaking, Seamus pauses when he catches sight of Paul grinning at him. At something, he doesn't know what. But it makes him stop, and yeah, okay, he stares for a second.

It's a nice smile, and not one hea seen much more. It makes you want to smile back, though Seamus resolutely only twitches the edge of his mouth upward, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, amused.

"Bet yer arse she did. Looked like me sister, thank fuck but - she was me girl." For once, there's pride in his voice, rather than pain, when he talks about Della, and that was...something he'd address later.

"Oi, don't start with that shite," he snips, though there's no heat in it. "'S one o' th' worst names I been saddled with."

Stepping off the main section of the tree, Seamus glances over and hucks the hatchet into the wood of one of the old porch beams, the contact solid. Then, he stoops to manuver the tree, judging by eye if it could go in through the door now.

"Think th' worst was when I was workin' in th' states, though. Never could go by me name, too foreign."

The most wonderful time of the year || Seamus

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@lightning-kachow

Seamus hums, them nods, drawing himself away from the piece he'd been fiddling with. Lowering himself down from the top of the prototype, Seamus drops to his feet and Saunders closer, peering at the bolt.

Reaching around Lightning he gives a little tug, then grunts. "Should be alright. Scoot an' I'll use th' tool fer the rest of it." He does just that a few moments later before stepping away.

Moving back to where he'd set up his toolbox, Seamus fishes out a rag, wiping off his hands and face before turning back to the other man.

"Come intah th' workshop fer a sec, have a look at some o' th' plans, then ye can leave."

Working Out The Kinks | MacQueen

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