#( thread: maeve )

[soflor]

who: @lawunabiding where: maeve's place

Maeve was a welcomed distraction—a much-needed respite from the chaos consuming Sofia's thoughts. As her best friend, Maeve provided comfort and solace, and Sofia craved the mere companionship from someone who understood. With Bethany's return to town, the turmoil of the Valentine's Day event, and the vandalism at Lady Luck, Sofia's mind was fraught with unrest. Seeking refuge at Maeve's, Sofia found temporary relief. Resting her head aginst the couch, Sofia's vulnerability laid bare. "I'm terrified to step back onto the stage," she confessed softly, uncertain of Maeve's response, taking a sip of her wine. "I felt like a target up there."

[vvisteriagrows]

open to: f / m / nb featuring: maeve soto, twenty - five, former vet tech, current zombie apocalypse survivor literally living her worst life connection: a stranger out in the wild, a party member returning from scavenging, a pre - apocalypse friend / coworker / neighbor showing up to camp, go wild !

" i'm only gonna ask you one more time. were. you. bit ? "

[xepiphany]

𖤣.𖥧.⚘ ― maeve o'hara / open event starter / @exitiumstarters

after making a few rounds, her plans to be a wallflower for the rest night was going quite well. standing back and soaking in everyone and everything until it was time to silently make her exit. there were two people she had yet to see, her lovely daughters-- she could not wait to see what beautiful ensemble they'd dressed themselves in; she told herself once she spent some time with them and with rebekah she'd call the night be a success. "oh, yes please." the vampire gushed in a soft sing song voice to the waiter, her eyes scanning the tray of assorted confectionery, dipping a finger in one of the frosted items to get a taste.

[kanaloasteele]

Kanaloa and Maeve - First Meeting

Where: Outskirts of the town

When: Morning/midday

The morning air was refreshingly cold as it beat against Maeve's flushed, freckled cheeks. It beat down on her naturally warmer body and instead of tiring her, it vitalised her.

Leaves in the trees atop the cliff twitched and strained against the vicious breeze, threads of golden hair joining them in their desperate rebellion, as Maeve stood up from her crouched position. Muscles and veins in her arms rippled and flexed as the blonde smoothly nocks an arrow, and pulls the bow back, knuckles almost brushing against her cheekbone.

Barefoot, and clad in leather pants, and an ornate leather chest piece that bore the trademark ocean inspired detailing of Maeve's own print. On her hips hung an axe, and on her back she wore a quiver with the same ornate detailing that could be found on her leather chest plate. Some of her waist length golden waves was still secured behind her face with a leather tie, but most of it had fallen free, tangled and wild, framing her face like a golden haze.

The poor creature that Maeve had her sights on was a distant descendent of the Griffin. It sat nestled in an appropriated birds nest, snoring, quite unaware of it's impending end. Time had not been kind to this branch of the species, they were only just slightly larger than Maeve's own hands. They also had almost no self defensive properties besides concealing itself. It's thin, ragged wings in no way resembled the eagles, and the fluffy tail appeared more catlike than lionlike. The sub-species were no match for the fast developing world around them and as such, the dwindling species was very close to becoming just another myth if they were lucky. So few knew of them that it was not common knowledge that the saliva from this animal was potent for potions, and extremely valuable.

"Poof" Maeve exhaled as she stepped nonchalantly off the tree branch, simultaneously releasing the bow. As she fell to the ground, her arrow found it's target and while two bare feet hit the ground, a sad corpse landed hardly a yard away. A cloud of dirt and dust billowed about it's sad frame.

Without delay, the werewolf deftly darted to her catch, quickly sweeping it up into a pouch secured to her hip. At one point in her three hundred years, Maeve had whispered a small prayer for every animal life that she took. Over the years however, her thanks and apologies made less and less sese, specifically because she no longer hunted and killed out of necessity but out of maintaining her lifestyle. Her apologies and thanks seemed insincere and void of any intention. Instead, she simply sighed deeply and began cleaning the retrieved bow. She was still polishing the lethal point when she heard a disturbance behind her.

Never one to leave herself vulnerable, Maeve turned smoothly and casually, to greet or confront, continuing to clean the fresh blood off her arrow with a cloth. At five foot, six inches, the blonde was tall, and her snugly fitted leather attire exposed dense muscles dotted with faint, golden hair, the blonde could present as an intimidating presence. Certainly the weaponry did not help, but Maeve's own hooded expression did nothing at all to make her appear more approachable.

@maevemedeina

One of the things that Kanaloa had come to appreciate since moving to Destarin was the fact that his day started when he wished it to.  In reality what that meant was that he was up just as early as he was on campaign, but he didn't have someone breathing down his neck the second he woke up.

The crisp morning air was a familiar sensation for the berserker as he breathed deeply before settling into his normal stretching routine.  While he might not have superior officers screaming at him to start training, his routine was something that had been built into him for decades now.  It didn't matter how much he had to drink the night prior, he was always up at the crack of dawn to begin his workouts.

Pulling his long dark locks back in a loose leather strip, Kanaloa settled a tight leather vest across his bare torso, the slight tinkling sounds of metal tapping together as he cinched the weighted vest firmly against his body.  A creation of his own design; his vest, bracers and greaves were made of tight leather lined with slim pockets that he filled with bars of steel from his forge.  Each piece was customizable in how much metal he placed in the pouches before he began his run every morning.  With this being a full workout, there was enough metal in all the pieces to easily triple Kanaloa's body weight.

Starting at the docks, the first lap around the city was a nice warm-up but as he entered his subsequent laps he began to pick up the pace until he was running at his top speed around the city.  The docks were the worst to navigate as he had to bob and weave through the crowds so that neither himself nor his weapons caught on anything.

Sweat glistened on the man's body as his feet pounded against the ground, booted footfalls alerting those around him to his presence.  As he was finishing out his final lap his senses screamed a warning and he came to a skidding stop in a clearing, his faze falling on a blonde woman cleaning an arrow after a kill.

The man's hand slipped down to the hilt of the Da Dao broadsword on his hip, his other hand rising to grasp what appeared to be the haft of another weapon strapped to his back.  He could tell from a glance that he towered over the woman by at least a foot, but that didn't mean much when supernatural species came into play.

Taking a few breaths to calm his breathing and the fight response it triggered, Kanaloa straightened up from his fighting crouch and released the grip he had on his sword, angling it behind him instead.  “Apologies.  I didn't expect anyone else out here so early.  Don't generally run into folks out here when I run.”  Though he seemed relaxed, the berserker was never far from a violent response if necessary.  Too many mistakes could happen if you let your guard fully down.

[cigvrettedvet]

"so if you plan on saying i told you so, you better save it for after i leave. i'm too heartbroken to hear about how right you were." and really, terra had been right. they had said maeve's boyfriend ( well ex-boyfriend now ) was no good. and he'd prove it the very moment he'd dump her for another girl. "do you . . . think i can stay here tonight? we can get comfortable and order a fuck ton of food so i can eat my problems away," maeve offered. "i just can't go back home right now." although maeve had stayed over at terra's a dozen times before, she still felt the need to ask. terra was one of the few friends she had left and she didn't want to ruin it by being so overbearing. // @heroexxs

[riley-macnally]

Tag: @maevemacnallyLocation: Riley's home

Having Maeve ask him if she could stay with him, or if he could stay with her on her first night of 'freedom' from rehab actually meant a lot to him. Riley liked that he didn't need to pitch the idea himself and run the risk of crowding her. It was a delicate process, he knew that, and whilst he also knew Maeve better than anyone else, he always tried to take extra thought when it came to this. He wanted his suggestions to be taken at face value and not make her think he didn't trust her.

After she'd gone to bed, Riley plodded quietly around the house and played out in the garden for an hour with Buffy. It was only when he realised he was too wired to sleep that he got to work on something uniquely fitting for him and his twin. "Evie?" He calls softly after knocking gently on the door to her room. "Get up, kid. Need ya downstairs." Still with a soft tone so she doesn't panic without any reason to, he wanders away and waits for her in the living room.

"Ta-dah!" Opening his arms out with a boyish grin, he's transformed the living area into a hideout. Blanket forts and cushions from the sofa are positioned in the middle, he opens up a blanket and gestures for her to go inside. Snacks, drinks, battery tea lights just to keep the darkness away. This was his renewed version of their midnight club. Many times growing up, they'd sneak downstairs at midnight and talk, check in, and help each other if they had found the week difficult. "Didn't think we'd fit under my kitchen island like we did at home, so..." He shrugs, carefully climbing in and getting comfortable on the pile of blankets.

[yoakkemae]

I didn't know that about you... for emily and reid

' well , it's not as if you have many opportunities to see me unclothed , even partially. ' his tattoos are one of the many things he has never told the team about , mainly because each one of them shares more about him than he's usually comfortable with sharing. still , if emily is about to join him to get his next one ( has held him as he cried about maeve ) , he doesn't mind telling her about their existence. ( showing them to her ... maybe not. ).

[therosepetalrps]

@n0rthsqueen・❥・𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: for maeve : 〔𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨. 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕥〕

『✣』 Three moons have done nothing to help Maeve adjust to Northern fashions. She doesn't think three thousand moons will make a difference. She is accustomed to cool silk gowns and velvet capes that serve little function. Castle Parchments faces much of the Stormlands' infamous weather — warm, and wet, and humid. She has seen snow only twice in her twenty-two years and — even in rain — has felt few chills as the wind blew hot against her face.

In the North, things are very different. These clothes are cumbersome: heavy lambswool and thick cloaks that make her feel like she is wrapped in bedding. And that is to say nothing of the smallclothes, and shifts, and underdresses, and stockings, and gloves, and fur mitts that make up the complete Northern attire.

Sansa carries the layers with such grace, moving as one with them and not waddling about like Maeve does. Despite her Tully palette, she belongs against the muted backdrop of snowdrifts and frost-encrusted foliage.

Maeve twists from side to side in front of the mirror, brow furrowed in uncharacteristic distress.

❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄, ❞ she moans, looking to Sansa with wide, round eyes.

[theirmadness]

for @citizenstarlight, with love. ♡

❝ annoying as it is, you gotta do that annoying, hopeful thing that you do. 'cuz i sure as hell don't have it in me any more. so hope, for the both of us, annie. be good, for the both of us. ❞

[lookedinfinite]

@danversiism | continued from here

a soft laugh escapes, far from mocking, yet there's gentle and genuine amusement to the way other approaches the mystery of situation.  "what, you don't remember what today is? I'm hurt, carol."  teasing fills her tone  -  careful to make it entirely obvious it's nothing but jest.  

still she moves, continuing with preparing little side salad. "the table would be good, please. this is almost ready." it's nice, once in a while, to just... act normal. to be a normal woman having a normal dinner with a dear friend. "relax, I just - know how busy we've both been recently. it's been so much back and forth, we both need to just take an evening to eat something not from a box. "I hope you like lasagna, I made it fresh. I find it helps me wind down."

[silcntsinners]

Is that why you're here? ( maeve wiley / anyone! )

Otis was never good with words, he was the socially awkward kid that had no experience around girls, especially ones he liked when in school. He had never stopped loving Maeve, even when they had to end their relationship due to distance and going on different paths. Every now and then, he’d check up on her social media and see her happiness with her new boyfriend in America. Otis was happy for her but that didn’t change anything, she was someone who he would never forget. Once he had finished studying, Otis decided to travel for a while around America.

He could not understand it but something had dragged him to Wallace university that day, he knew she was in her final year and Otis knew he shouldn’t have come. The man now stood in front of his ex girlfriend, a sigh leaving his lips. “I- I don’t know why I’m here. I was travelling around America and somehow I found myself trying to come find you-“ he stated in his awkward tone.

[h-a-unted]

Glimpse of the past starter for @innerwar 's Homelander

For a while, she feels like she might give out. The excitement she had felt over this new beginning quickly faded the moment she was about to face the people eagerly waiting for both her and her companion to take the spotlight. She understood the excitement towards Homelander, of course, but the fact that she also was going to have eyes on her did little to ease her. Instead, she felt her fingers shake, legs grow wobbly, breath cutting off...

And, somehow, as the two first members of the team stand against the relentless cameras, voices, presence of the paparazzi and fans... She seems to be in a lot better state than Homelander – the star of the show. When she finally turns over to him, she notices just how pale, uneasy, how out of place he seemed. He was... just as uncomfortable as she was, if not more.

Seeing that look on his face, the glint in his eyes, it moved her. Usually, she'd swallow her own feelings to please others – her parents before, her newest bosses in Vought now. She'd hide how terrified she felt behind a smile and scold herself for not being stronger later. But no, not this time. She would not allow for him to feel the same. Despite thinking the world might fall apart if she took a wrong turn, she stopped her shaky hand waves and smiles to turn towards her companion, hand lightly touching his shoulder. "Hey, let's get out of here, yeah?"

Though she encourages with a question, she takes the liberty to grab him by the hand. "Run!" She says before holding him tight and dashing away from the multitude. They'd probably get scolded, yes, but she would fix that later.

[dollieour]

" you know that if they find out you're here, i’ll be in trouble, right ? "

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @maevexallen

In a tragic twist of events, Mack had lost Chelsea in the crowd after he returned from the bathroom, though every cloud did in fact have a silver lining because in his search for her he had managed to find something just as endearing to him.

"Well, well, well m'lady."

Maeve was in fact not his lady and would never be -- her loud words, not his -- but God loves a trier and Mack was the embodiment of one as he tips his Woody cosplay hat to her.

"What are the odds that you and I would be in this club, on this night, at this exact second? Run those numbers and I'm pretty you'd get one plus one equals fate."

[sincityszn]

closed starter for @huntrcssqueen // plot

every summer, knox had something to look forward to. his mom’s best friend would come up to his family’s beach house to stay for the entirety of the season, bringing her daughter along with her. as he was just getting settled in his room, he heard his mom yell for him from downstairs, and the male was quick to get on his feet and rush to get downstairs. once his eyes landed on maeve, his jaw just about dropped at how much she had changed in the last year.

[mournfulminds]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Maeve / 「 @cigvrettedvet 」

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Summer / 2024

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Highland Hospital

Mercer first contemplated the beams of fluorescents when she came to, squinting under the harsh light as the scent of antiseptic chemicals wafted past her signalling that she was in fact in the emergency room, strewn out across a bed with a thin curtain concealing her privacy ─ lovely. The last thing she could recall was a fly fishing expedition in the Chesapeake Bay (more of a business trip), and then her mother picking her up from the train station, despite her protests, so they could "talk about something".

Adjusting her cardigan and then combing her fingers through her hair, her mother's voice came into earshot, over the PA system, informing the doctor of her concerns that her daughter has whiplash and then excusing herself to find a "decent" cup of coffee in the cafeteria. Her plan of exit was to check herself out and send a text later, but to do that, she'd have to get a doctor or nurse to sign off on that. An unsteady trail led her to the doorway only to be met with someone coming to check on her ─ perfect timing, Mercer stumbling out of the way, perhaps a bit more hazy than she led on. Just her luck too, as it's none other than a being from her past; her married life, still like a fresh wound as she ushers a smile to the front. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Maeve Chapman," Using the other woman to steady her stance, Mercer regards her, unfazed, as if they're old friends and perhaps they are, "I was just wondering how I was gonna bribe the nurse to let me out of here."