#ask game: maeve divine

[mt07131]

⚽️ Soccer Ball- Maeve Divine!

If no one else got me with ask games I know you always do

⚽️ Soccer Ball- Who is someone that your OC believes in and roots for? Are they private about their admiration or do they make it well known?

I'm gonna give you two answers for this one. One that she's pretty public about is August. She knows they're good for the band and really wants them to do well, so she's not shy about rooting for them and trying to make them feel comfortable.

One that she's more private about is, no surprise, Seven. As bitter as she still is about what happened between them, she does genuinely want to see him succeed as an artist because she knows how much it means to him. To her, being petty about the music and trying to wish Soft Violence only misery and failure is a waste of her time.

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Forged Divinity Chapter 14: Enjolras Shows Up

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, abuse, derogatory language

1640 words

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Hebrews 13:2

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.

~~~

A stranger arrived on Donda Island.

She had to give up her sword at the checkpoint, but that didn’t make her nervous. She was perfectly capable without it. She walked past the Council building initially, making her way to the market and bending a few ears. She learned of the new Councilman, and of the friendly Iowan they’d brought. She learned of the settlement’s strife and anxiety, muttered between glances towards lingering guards. Heat. Starvation. The dead King to the west.

Only then did she approach the Council building.

~~~

“One Enjolras de la Glavo is requesting to see the Council, Monsieur Phineas,” the guard called through the door.

“Enja? Diable!” Phineas cursed, shoving Leannan’s head out from between their bare legs. They sprang off the bed, snatching up their clothes and throwing them on.

“Hmm?” Leannan lazily propped his head up on one hand and kicked his legs in the air, watching Phineas scramble. He’d spent the majority of the last two days in Phineas’ room, whether or not they were there, hiding from the unsavory requests of the other Council members. When not there, he’d tagged along with Maeve, following her around like an eager puppy. He criss-crossed her path from task to task as he chatted about the weather – warmer every day. He folded linens next to her so sloppily that she had to refold them as he recited his favorite biblical tales. He made a vague effort with a feather duster while regaling her with market gossip. He overall made himself a useless nuisance. Maeve bore it well, even when his foolishness doubled her workload.

With Phineas, however, his work was skilled.

“Who’s Enja?” Leannan asked.

“Someone who deserves some trouble,” Phineas growled, “Get dressed, I want to show you off.”

~~~

The Council – minus Jeanette – took their seats in the three chairs on the stage of the Council Hall. Leannan stood primly off to the side and slightly back, observing the woman who stood before them.

She was tall, and had black hair cut bluntly across her forehead and hanging silky-straight down her back. Her skin was deeply tanned from the harsh sun, even though she held a broad-rimmed hat in her hands. Her eyes were bright, and small smile played at her lips as she watched the Council assemble.

“Enjolras de la Glavo,” Councilman Brochard intoned, “State your business.”

“I am here on three counts, sinjoroj.” Her voice was strong and pleasantly husky, and the honorific she used indicated that, like Phineas, she was from the southern deserts. “First, as a representative of La Libera, to dispute the claim that La Libera orchestrated King Gauthier’s death.”

Leannan’s face displayed benign curiosity, but his heart began to pick up the pace. La Libera. He viewed the woman with a new lens of suspicion.

“Who, if not them?” Brochard asked.

Enjolras tilted her head, her smile growing. “Let’s not play games, sinjoroj. How else would Phineas have gotten a seat on your Council?”

“I paid for my seat with the Iowan, actually,” Phineas cut in, jerking a thumb towards Leannan.

“Then who hired you to kill Gauthier?” Enjolras pressed.

“Someone claiming to a representative of La Libera, just like you. Maybe they weren’t!” Phineas shrugged.

“Or maybe,” something within Enjolras’ eyes and smile grew dangerous, “You had your own reasons?”

“I only kill when I’m hired to, or have to,” Phineas said flatly.

“Oh, Phinny,” Enjolras laughed, “We both know that’s not true.”

Phineas drummed their fingers on the arm of their chair. Leannan realized with surprise that this woman was actually getting under Phineas’ skin.

“You’ve made your dispute,” James said, “What else have you to say?”

“Second, I bring a warning,” her smile faded, “Kornval is now being run by the dead King’s militia, lead by a woman stylizing herself as Captain Fitzroy. They threw themselves at La Libera, and found themselves outmatched. Now, they may turn their sights eastward, towards you. Many of Kornval’s citizens fled north, and the militia can’t support itself. They’re hungry, and desperate. You should prepare your west-most settlements.”

Phineas leaned forward. “Why do you care? Why warn us?”

Enjolras’ small smile returned. “Because La Libera is prepared to assist you in defending your lands, in exchange,” her gaze shifted, “For the Iowan.”

The woman’s gaze bored into Leannan like the blazing sun. He felt his breath hitch and freeze in his chest. La Libera had wiped out Iowa city – all his teachers, the nuns and priests, as well as his people, his – not his family, Iowans didn’t have family, but his people nonetheless.

He was the last one left.

Clearly they wanted to finish the job.

Brochard and James started muttering to each other in French. Phineas’ head snapped around to glare at them for a moment before looking back at Enjolras.

“No,” they said firmly. Leannan felt a wash of relief. Phineas always looked out for him.

“Hold on!” James hissed, “We need to discuss this!”

“Yes, we must hear what Councilwoman Faverolle has to say on the matter,” added Brochard, bringing Jeanette up for the first time Leannan could recall.

“I think you’ll find,” Phineas said slowly, meaningfully, “That Jeanette will agree with me.”

Leannan could only see Brochard’s face from where he stood, as the man leaned forward to stare at Phineas, shocked; but from the shape of Phineas’ cheek he could tell they were smiling. James’ head swung back and forth between them like a confused chicken.

Enjolras interrupted the moment with a tsk tsk tsk. “Phinny, what have you done?” Her tone was affectionate, almost playful.

“What was your third order of business?” Phineas redirected, leaving Brochard and James to whisper to each other in confused French.

“A personal matter,” Enjolras’ smile sharpened again, “A merchant was found dead, south of here, with what appeared to be my calling card. I, however, was at Lake Ontario. Many people can vouch for my presence. You wouldn’t know anything about this dead merchant, would you Phineas?”

“Nope.” Phineas’ answer was short and blunt. Leannan kept his face schooled, despite his intrigue. It was obvious at this point that Phineas and Enjolras knew each other well – very well. What exactly was their relationship?

“Hmm. What a mystery.” Enjolras just kept staring at Phineas, calm and knowing.

“Since we need to discuss your offer,” Brochard spoke up, “Why don’t you stay the night here, as our honored guest.”

Enjolras offered a shallow bow. “I’d appreciate that, sinjoro.”

“You can have the Iowan for the night as well, since you’re so interested,” Phineas said. Leannan couldn’t help his reaction this time – his gaze shot to the side of Phineas’ head and his eyebrows twitched. This woman worked for an organization bent on wiping Iowans out – it couldn’t be safe for him to be alone with her. When he looked back at Enjolras he found her fiery, dangerous eyes on him once more. There was no way she missed his subtle demeanor.

“Thank you, Phineas,” she said slowly, her voice unreadable.

~~~

“What the hell, Phineas!” Leannan hissed, doggedly following on Phineas’ heels as they strode back towards their room. “What if that woman kills me?”

“She won’t.”

“She works for La Libera, they’re Godless heathens, they want every Iowan dead!”

“She won’t hurt you.”

“How do you know? How do do you know her?”

“Will you quit your fucking whining?” Phineas rounded on him, drawing close, their voice sharp, “You’re going to see her tonight, and you’re going to be the perfect little whore, komprenas?”

Leannan glared up at them, and almost stomped his foot in frustration. “But what if she -”

Phineas slapped him, open-palmed, sending Leannan’s head snapping to the side.

“You will do as I say.”

“Yes, Phineas,” Leannan quickly responded, bowing his head. His cheek burned and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He shouldn’t have provoked Phineas’ temper.

Phineas grabbed Leannan’s hair, growling in his ear. “What are you?”

It took Leannan a second to recall, to connect the dots.

“I’m subhuman,” he said.

“And?” Phineas prompted.

“I’m disgusting,” Leannan delivered obediently, “I know my place.”

“Good,” Phineas shoved his head down and released him, “Be there.” With that, they stormed off.

Leannan stood, hunched and paralyzed, for a moment. Then he slowly straightened – and locked eyes with Maeve, standing just down the hall with a basket of linens in her arms.

They blinked at each other, Maeve’s face pinched.

“Are you…?” Maeve started.

“I’m fine!” Leannan cut her off with a bright smile. “I’m lucky to have a master who keeps me so honest.”

“I see,” she murmured.

Leannan nodded briskly and retreated back down the hallway, ducking into his room and closing the door, leaning against it with a gasp.

He burned with shame. It seized his stomach and twisted it up into knots, shoved his guts into his lungs, made his face feel hot even more than the slap did. Something about Maeve seeing that moment was… wrong. Phineas hadn’t done anything out of order, of course, so it had to be Leannan’s fault. He’d been talking back. He’d been whining. How embarrassing, for Maeve to see him so disobedient.

Something about that didn’t quite fit, but Leannan decided it was the reason anyway. He clasped his hands and lifted them to his lips, whispering desperately into them.

“Dear God. I’m really sorry for talking back to Phineas again. I’ll try to stop – I will stop, I promise, just please don’t – please don’t make the La Libera lady hurt me. Please. I know I’ve been bad but it was only because I was scared, okay? This place is, um, this place is a lot, Master James and Master Brochard are a lot, but – James can hurt me again, if the La Libera lady doesn’t. Okay? Please? Okay. Thank you. Amen.”

~~~

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[strangetorpedos]

happy sleepover saturday! SO THAT LOST GAME LAST NIGHT. HOWRE YOU FEELING ABOUT IT BESTIE.

hello bea. i am feeling sooooo normal (lying)

it was such a fucking fun session!!! combat was so fun & everyone did such cool stuff & playing a monk is so fun being able to move 80 ft in a turn & then two attacks was so sexy

and THEN. all the plot stuff. finding out that the brownbird is not a horrible person and that cass’ mom wasn’t actually murdered but hired the brownbird to kill her bc she was sick & this was the only way cass could get the life insurance money was so. literally evil (affectionate) of luka. AND WILLS DEAD HUSBAND?? also flint getting into maeve’s bag and now maeve is giving flint Some sort of sex talk is so funny. also the brownbird incessantly flirting with divine. also morel & cat reunion ARGH. literally just. such a good session i love these characters

send me asks for sleepover saturday!

[masculinepeacock]

1, 10, 23, 28 for any character you want!!

1.What is your character's morning routine?

Divine: has a long morning routine. she gets up and does her full hair routine and then does a little bit of makeup and then gets dressed. then depending on if sarah has cooked or not she'll go and make breakfast. then she'll do like. stuff she needs to do to get ready for work and get flitn ready for school.

10. When did their childhood end?

Evian: age 12

23. What is their role in the party? Not just their class on a meta level, but among the individuals who make up your party?

Divine: hm well. she's maeve's reading teacher, flint's foster mom, cass's friend, soon to be bff's w will, and she and morel are still new to each other. i also think Divine is a little bit of the talker

28. If they could change their class(es), would they? To what?

i don't think either Divine or Evian would! divine is gonna multiclass tho <3

[ask game!]

[teddybeirin]

Answer all of the system vine asks.

Step the f**k up Kyle!: Do you have specific alters that deal with any conflicts or decision making?

Anselm, definitely. But not because we leave it up to him by choice, more like he takes charge naturally and doesn't leave much room for debate once he's decided on something? Very rude sometimes, but he's almost always right about things so he has a track record to back up his "I *should* be in charge" thing..

and they were roommates! (omg they were roommates): If you have an inner world, do any of your alters share a room or a certain space?

Not that I know of. I haven't actually explored a lot of this inner world, the current castle, it's really difficult for me to access it. But I am kinda sorta sure, I am wanting to say that Rain and the other littles share a section of it? And some of them have bunk beds. But I could be wrong, because I have little to do with it (it being, everything in there)

I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand: which of your alters do you think are the most protective of the system?

Oh god. Well... I don't think it'd be easy to try and figure out which among them is the Most protective out of them all, but Anselm, Estelle, Maeve, Nik, and Carmel are all very protective. Anya too, in her own way? But in a waaaay nicer way.

I’m in me mum’s car, brum brum: If you drive, do any of your alters have different driving styles/techniques? Are any alters not allowed to drive?

We don't have our license! ...the perks of being trapped here. But you didn't hear this from me, we've driven before as a teen and Cassia wishes she could drive like a maniac but was pretty good at what little we got to learn while we had that taste of freedom.

hey my name is trey I have a basketball game tomorrow: Do any of your alters like or play any sports?

The kids love dodgeball, Anselm loves shit like races and obstacle courses if that counts.

when there’s too much drama at school, all you gotta do is walk awayeyeyey: have any of your alters ever gotten you in trouble at school? how so?

YEAH. It'd be so much to get into the "why" of it, but there was a period of time where we were intentionally trying to get kicked out of a school so that our family would react to the shame of it how they always do (run away/move away) and we'd move away from a very scary situation. That came with... feet up on the desks, causing trouble in class, responding to questions with jokes, responding to the birth name for roll call with "Wish I wasn't!", getting into fights, not doing the homework or classwork anymore, being tardy, not following dresscode, slacking in general, and generally being as much of a little shit as possible. Other than that specific time? Nope. Family said I was like a little angel before that year, lol.

Chris, is that a weed?? I’m calling the police!: do any of your alters smoke/do drugs? how do the others feel about it?

Not anymore. Cigarettes have always been off limits (would rather die than be like mom, yadda yadda) but alcohol was the soother of choice for a little while as a teen, weed was fun with friends until it wasn't fun anymore.

hey I’m lesbian - I thought you were american?: do your alters have different sexualities?

Yep. Majority that I know of are bi, but Anya is a lesbian, there's at least one straight guy and I am pretty sure it's Mattie. Dunno about everyone I don't know, obviously, but I think that counts for being different from one another - it's a pain.

I wanna be a cowboy babyyyy: what are your alters dream jobs?

Fifi? Ballerina. Anya? Kindergarten teacher. Estelle "I don't care, do what you all want", as for Yvette they really want to do more divination for pay, Maeve would ideally wish to be a full time artist but knows it "isn't realistic", Mattie wants to become a carpenter, and much of the kids have agreed to design and create toys for a living incorporating various things from the rest of em that care about the work life. As for Carmel, just survival work I feel I should mention but don't want to mention?

this b*tch empty, yeet!: are there ever times where no one wants to front? if so, how do you deal with it?

Noooo idea. There's certainly times when none of us want to be here, but that's... usually because of household shit and other stuff that makes it all very "oh god I have to get out of here I can't take this" so it goes to whoever gets put in front to handle it first based on whatever fuckery is going on with however the brain chooses to switch out. I don't get it if you can't tell.

omg I love chipotle, chipotle is my life!: what are each of your favourite fast food places/restaurants?

Street tacos. Do street tacos count? There's a diner I really love that I can't name cuz it'd be too recognizable location-wise, but it's got lots of bear stuff. Denny's, too.

I didn’t get no sleep cuz of y’all, y’all ain’t gon get no sleep cuz of meee: what are each of your alters sleeping behaviours like? do you have different sleeping patterns? do any of you remember your dreams?

Yvette is really into dream journaling, so I'm fairly certain they remember the dreams. I try to push them away as soon as I wake up, myself. We have such a shit sleeping pattern right now... Theo sleeps like a baby and falls asleep easy stays asleep easy, but Estelle and the rest of us can't sleep for shit - laying down feels really bad, so it ends up being a "how much work can I do to avoid sleeping til dawn comes?" and falls into a kind of faux-nocturnal "pattern" lmao.

Thank you for asking!! <3

[carcair]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Carcair. Finder of People. Nectar of Souls. Treasure of Thorns. Eye Color: Red. Hair Color: Red. Height: Red... Uh, 1,75 m. Clothing Style: Red. Tight leather or tight leaves. It would be a shame to hide too much of me. Best Physical Feature: Everything. Absolutely everything. My colors, my face, my thorns, my leaves, my skin, my nose... Mh, recently I noticed how ripped I am now. (We go on to the next question before Carcair starts drooling.)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: That people see me for what I am. Your Guilty Pleasure: Shocking people by not wearing pants. I don’t know. Sometimes I just get dangerously bored. Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Platitudes. Ugh, I know, I shouldn’t care. But people quoting stuff without even reflecting about it once and thinking they’re smart despite proving their inability to think critically by parroting bullshit, I just... Ugh. Your Ambition for the Future: There is not much to aspire if you are perfection. I’ll become Tyria’s best sniper, run the Order of Whispers, maybe kill some Elder Dragons along the way. Something like that, yeah.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Who will be so lucky to gaze upon my divine beauty today? What You Think About the Most: How to avoid boredom. Yes, that’s a boring answer, I know. What You Think About Before Bed: Whose dreams will I haunt this night? Ah, I love tormenting innocent minds. Though I’d usually rather not enter dreams other people have about me. What people do to me when they think I’m not listening... You Think Your Best Quality Is: What? ONE quality? Is this a joke? Ok, fine. These days... I feel that my prowess is what sets me apart. I am so goddamn compentent and capable and good-looking at the same time. It’s disturbing, really.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Group... Date? What’s that supposed to be? Me dating four people at once? It would save time, that much is true, but I have too many people fighting for my attention already. To be Loved or Respected: Respect is the only true currency there is. You only need love to hide your own inadequacies from yourself. Beauty or Brains: That’s a difficult one. People tell me I am shallow. I’d like to agree. But sadly, dumb people do not entertain me well. Dogs or Cats: I... don’t really care, to be honest. I guess I prefer dogs. Those are real predators at least and more loyal than any Sylvari.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: I don’t lie about important stuff, just to get boring people off my back. I even think I’m a honest man. I don’t lie to myself as much as most other Sylvari seem to do. Believe in Yourself: What should I believe in if not in myself? Believe in Love: Love is too grand an ideal for mere hormones to keep up with it. Want Someone: I can’t tell you. He’d become cocky if he knew.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: Oh stage... Huh. A few times I guess. I don’t remember it well, it usually happens when I’m high. Done Drugs: Funny that you ask about it. There are some special Sylvari brews... Changed Who You Were to Fit In: I change everything about myself to survive. At the same time, I have always been and will always be distintctively Carcair, and everyone who has ever met me will confirm this. I cannot not be Carcair.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Red. Favorite Animal: Uh... some... animal with teeth, I guess? Favorite Game: My only game is the game of life and death.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: Why would I care? My mother never brought me gifts. How Old Will You Be: Older than everyone else in the Grove, it seems. Age You Lost Your Virginity: I have never been nor will I ever be a young woman. Or at least I guess so. Does Age Matter: I guess not. There are intriguing saplings and childish secondborn (He knows that I’m talking about him). Though I admit, these days I prefer people with some experience. Few young people can stand up to me.

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: I respect strength. True strength. And entertainment value, to be honest. Best Eye Color: Ok. Yes. You expect red, and usually you’d be right. But secretly, very secretly – nobody may hear this! – I love black eyes. I adore black eyes. Best Hair Color: Red. Crimson? Purple-red? Mmmh... Best thing to do With a Partner: If there is only one best thing, then it is a severely lacking partner. But if you insist on a real answer, I will probably go with empathy. Sylvari empathy. To be completely in tune with the other until your souls resonate. That’s when you can feel their emotions almost as clear as your own. And that’s when you can feel how much they adore you.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: ... my rifle. I feel: ... mildly entertained. I hide: ... my heart. I miss: I will not ever answer that question. I wish: ... to find Ventari’s peace. But I will never have it. My heart is insatiable. I guess most people are like this – never truly satisfied, ever serching for something that does not exist. But for people like me and Maeve and Shay the hunger is stronger and the frustration excruciating. It will be our death and that is by far not the worst part.

[sevroilya]

FENRYS X ROWAELIN’S DAUGHTER

I know it’s weird. Like really weird but I read some imagine and headcanons about it and I like them, so here it is, some more of wicked fenrys x rowaelin’s child.

And one more thing I SWEAR I do not have a foot fetish!! It’s just that I found a mini story on insta about this scene and it was it very intimate and cute and hot and I imagine that it suits fenrys very well

anyway enjoy the fic! I might write about them again bcause Fenrys is my bae

Fenrys had known for quite some time about the mating bond. In fact he had known for what felt like an atrocious amount of time, at each moment he saw her, he thought about it. Every time she put him in a friendly embrace he swallowed hard and felt overpowered by his own desires. He did the most he could to not have those disgraceful thoughts but his brain seemed to never want to cooperate.

You could say the hardest thing was to not be able to claim her, but for Fenrys, the hardest was to see men court her, to see his own friends court her. It indeed hurt to watch, his angel, his Mate falling into their games, flirting back, acting interested. While all he could do was watch from afar.

But most of the time, what hurt was the things she did. Just random gestures, random acts directed to him, it was like she knew he was suffering, and instead of ending his pain she just wickedly teased him. Fenrys was left in this desperate state, he was hopeless; when she asked him to cover for her when she needed to escape her life for a couple hours. Hopeless; when she stole a few sip in his glass of wine while winking at him (because of course the young princess was not allowed to drink alcohol.). He swore she was doing it on purpose, just to make him fall harder, to put him at her mercy so she could swallow him up all at once like a lion on its prey.

The young girl changed her personality like she changed her clothes. To her mother, Aelin, she was a clever young lady who loved to read like her uncle Dorian, a bright girl. To her father she was a sincere soul, an open minded child, who liked to train under the sun light with Aedion and Lorcan.

But Fenrys, he saw her, he saw the divinely good portrait of the perfect future queens he was putting up, but he knew her rough traits too, he knew she wasn’t a kid anymore, he saw the looks she gave to young faes passing by, he saw how her eyes weren’t as pristine as her father confidently thought they were. Fenrys also knew how much he hated himself to pick up on those things. How he despised himself to be attracted to her like that.

You can’t imagine the shock it was when he found out that she was his destiny. How it felt good to put a reason on his outrageous behavior; but how it felt wrong to cherish her this way

And for a few weeks he though the world was making fun of him, playing him the killing joke. After Maeve, The blood-oath, the war, the deaths of his comrade; the world still tricked him: His long waited mate was his friends’ daughter. It was killing him inside to be so close to her but to be robbed of his right to claim her. The more time passed the stronger the feeling inside of him grew.

The worst was when it was only them alone, most times in a secluded place. He swore she was a witch. Just by sitting next to him doing nothing, she was poisoning him.

And those moments when they were in her bedroom enjoying each other « friendly » company. It was an herculean achievement for Fenrys not to release himself, it took him too much force, and for six long months it worked. But eventually the soldier crumbled. Her bed-sheets were too inviting, her white hair smelled too divinely good, her scent enrolled him so heavenly. It was literally breaking him, her piercing eyes, Her deafening breathes, Fenrys couldn’t take it. He was too weak.

She was lying in her bed, her face facing the roof, her arms loosely resting on her pillow. Fenrys was standing close to the bed, he was supposed to check up on her because she was « feeling nauseous ». But as soon as he entered the room he understood that it was one of her white lies to escape her royal duties.

« Help me with the socks » she said while lightly shaking a feet in the air.

« Uh… sure. » He laughed while kneeling next to her bed. That was an odd thing to ask he thought but he proceed anyway.

And as his hands approached her leg, he felt the too very familiar weight on his stomach. He tried to ignore as he took her ankle firmly, and tenderly took off her sock. He then went for the second one.

« Is it me? Or your foot don’t smell at all. »

The young girl responded almost like he had hurt her feelings. « Of course they don’t! What kind of woman I would be if I had stinky feet. »

Fenrys laughed at that comment, his hands still on her feet even with the sock long gone. « and they’re so soft… » his hand traced an imaginary line on the sole of the feet. « I could even… » And just as the past months walls felt terrible inside of him, he let them all crumbling down as he put his lips her right where his fingers had been seconds before.

When he finished kissing her feet, he didn’t have time to realize what he had just done that she was already on her elbows facing him. Her frosted hair all disheveled, her eyes wide open, her cheeks so red they had the same color of a juicy strawberry, and of course an open mouth in surprise.

He fucked up, completely fucked up. Fenrys felt so ashamed of himself he might’ve killed himself on the spot. Sadly there wasn’t any weapons around.

« Heh… Uhmmm. Sorry, that-that was weird. » He mumbled as he forced himself to keep eye contact with her.

Strangely, her surprised face eventually left, and a more wicked expression came. She smirked lightly, and Fenrys recognized that expression, that expression that only him had seen. She elegantly turned on her stomach and put her hair on the side of her neck. Fenrys felt once again devastated because of her. What was she doing? Was he supposed to leave the room? Was she playing him? But mostly why was she sticking her ass up like that? And why did it looked so good? She tilted her head toward her pillow letting Fenrys see even more of her skin.

« Fenrys, Will you help me take off my dress please? I’m suffocating . »

[untarnished-sterlingag]

Another little character study for a third DnD character that I’m developing.

Pyra was putting the finishing touches of her make-up on when there came a gentle knock at her door. She quickly cast Prestidigitation and her hair coiled up into beautiful braid around her crown that swooped into a low chignon at the base her skull.

“Come in.” she called.

Her mother, Emer, peeked into the room. Her usually deep scarlet skin now looked sallow and pale. Pyra didn’t need sorcery to know why.

“Dear,” Emer said softly, “They’re here.”

Pyra kept a laugh from leaving her. “Of course. I shall finish dressing and be right down. Unless you’d like to help me?”

If possible, her mother went even paler. A tight, bitter smile stretched Pyra’s lips. It didn’t meet her eyes.

“I’ll be just a moment longer.”

Emer nodded and began to retreat from the doorframe.

“Oh, and mother?”

“Yes, dear?” Her eyes flickered briefly back to Pyra’s.

Pyra licked her lips and tampered down the mischief in her heart. She turned back to the mirror as if to inspect herself. Her mother’s reflection was easily seen in the vanity.

“You should consider seeing a physician.” Pyra began. “I’ve noticed you looking quite sickly of late.”

She met her mother’s worried eyes in the mirror. “I would so hate for you to fall to whatever illness is running amok in town recently.”

Fear and anger fought for residence in Emer’s expression. In the end, the fear won out and Emer ducked from the doorway, slamming it behind her. Pyra was still able to hear the phrase “wicked child” spat out from her mother’s lips over the rattling of the iron on the door.

She focused back on her own face. She carefully touched the swell of her lips and hummed thoughtfully. From the top drawer of her vanity she produced a small oval container and a soft-haired brush. Opening the container, she dipped the brush in the dyed wax. With calm precision, she applied a deep gold color to her lips. It matched the sheen of her dress perfectly and complemented her lavender skin.

Pyra was presented before the Court of Baromir. She wasn’t pushed—the guards took great care not to touch her during the travel to the castle. Two guards fell in behind her as she walked to the center of the room where a raised platform stood. She ascended the steps and took her place. As she looked up, she locked eyes with King Baru IV. She felt the stares of all the courtiers in the room and the gaze of the other members of the Council. It was easy to deflect the heated look of rage coming from her father, Mághnus, who sat to the left of the King.

“Pyra Feidlimir of the Second House of Baromir, stand before the Court today. Do you understand the allegations brought against you?” Called the man on the King’s right, Councilman Cillian. He acted as regent and presided over another of the ruling houses of the kingdom.

Pyra gingerly clasped her hands before her, the folds of her golden dress pleating beneath the weight. “I am aware for what reasons I am here. But unsure of which charges you plan to present against me, my lords.”

She watched the muscles in his jaw clench and work before he spoke again.

“You are charged with insurrection against a ruling house of Baromir and treason against the crown.”

“Treason?” Pyra’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “That’s a hefty title for a little bit of a cold.”

“Lady Maeve has been bed stricken with a great fever and delusions for weeks now!”

Pyra pursed her lips and turned her head down. She clicked her tongue. “Shame. She’s such a sweet girl.” Her eyes sliced directly up to the King. Leaning forward, she tilted her head as if telling a secret. “Especially in the chambers, isn’t that right my lord?”

An audible gasp was heard through the room. Mághnus pushed his chair back quickly, the legs scraping loudly against the tile floor.

“Insolent brat!” His eyes glowed with a divine rage. “You defile our name with your actions and that untamed tongue!”

“Silence!” King Baru bellowed. His voice echoed off the walls and the absence of sound was thick in the room. Mághnus sat again, but his body was tight with anger.

When he had control of the airspace once more, Councilman Cillian cleared his throat. He shuffled some papers in front of him.

“We have evidence enough to believe that some kind of unholy magicks are the cause of Lady Maeve’s illness. It has also come to our attention that the same kind of illness has previously taken hold of other prominent figures within the court as of late. Many of these figures can be traced back to having—interactions—with you in the months before falling ill. What say you of this?”

Pyra picked at a piece of lint on her sleeves. “I haven’t the slightest, m’lord. Could be some errant strain of plague. Maybe a bit of a spell gone south, if you will. Might even be a curse of some kind. How have your actions been as of late, Councilman? Anything you wish to share?”

The eyes in the room moved from Pyra to the Councilman. He swallowed heavily and glanced around. A sheen layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. Pyra had a few secrets on the man, but nothing to warrant an expression like that. The corner of her mouth curled up slightly and she tipped her head down to hide it.

It was always easy to fish with men like him. After all, they all have their secrets.

He huffed slightly and looked through his papers. “We have witnesses placing you with each person of interest—“

“Councilman, let’s stop with all these games.” She waved her hand disinterestedly in front of her face like waving away a foul odor. “You haven’t pinned those deaths back to me and you never will. Ask as many people as you like, but eventually all the lemmings have to jump don’t they?”

Cillian chuffed. “We’ve confiscated your journal—“

“A silly little book like that? The musings of a girl.” She laughed softly. “You won’t find anything in there but dreams and stories.”

“Pyra if you don’t stop your behavior—“ Mághnus began.

She cut her gaze to him, expression tightening in disgust. “What? You’ll kill me? Strip me of my magic? You can go ahead and try. We both know that can’t happen. My magic isn’t some weak learned trickery like the things your archmages and high priests claim. Oh no, father, my magic is as ingrained in me as yours is in you. It can no less be taken from me as the sun can be plucked from the sky.”

His lip curled up in a sneer. “I never should have let you out from under my sight.”

“A shame you didn’t marry me off sooner.” She tilted her chin up in a show of defiance. “Like you did sister.”

Mághnus’s anger verbalized in a growl. He stood again from his chair and his hands shone with red hot fire. “This attitude will not be tolerated in the Council!”

Pyra felt the shadows licking at her ankles. A sickly purple mist swirled about her feet and climbed up her sides. The guards at the base of the raised platform grabbed for their swords. The courtiers and nobles in the court shrank against the walls. The high priest on the far right reached for his holy symbol around his neck.

“Do you really wish to risk the safety of the throne over something like this?”

“Something like this! You have ruined our family name!”

“No father! It is you who have ruined us! We are in the dark ages while the rest of the world evolves around us!”

The shadows thickened and came off Pyra in waves. Her entire countenance seemed to raise a few inches from the pedestal. The pale yellow around her violet eyes darkened into a deep gold.

“Magic is different now.” she growled, curling her hands into fists. “It is stronger that that paltry gift you call sorcery.”

“Is that what this is then?” He asked. He swept his hand across the courtroom. “Thrusting the kingdom into fear over your squabble with me? You’re acting out in hopes of getting my attention?”

She ground her teeth together and willed the shadows from her body. They subsided and rested at her feet like a loyal pet. Her eyes glowed with a vibrance that Mághnus had once mistakenly seen as the mark of divinity in her.

“You will not get a cure from me.” she said, turning her gaze back to the king. “I’m afraid there is nothing in my power to save Lady Maeve.” she dipped her body into a graceful curtsy. “My sincerest condolences, your highness.”

King Baru seemed to be in control of himself only for a moment. He slammed his fists onto the table, shaking the entire structure. He stood from his chair and glared down at her.

“Pyra Feidlimid, you are hereby charged with treason against the crown! You are henceforth stripped of your title and rank of a member of the Second House of Baromir. And thus you are to face your execution come the morning sunlight! May your wickedness return with you to the earth and never plague us again! Guards!”

The sound of the guards rushing up the stairs came from behind her. Pyra looked from the king to her father. His shoulders sagged but his figure was still taut.

“You could have been so powerful.” he said.

Pyra’s expression was soft as she smiled at Mághnus. “I am.”

As the guards reached out to grab her by the arms, the shadows burst out from Pyra’s form. They encompassed the room and screams were swallowed by the opaque darkness. Even the light from Mághnus’s burning hands couldn’t cut through the thick shadows. There was a flutter of motion to his left and Mághnus froze. Pyra leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath tickling against his skin.

“Worry not father, I’ll let you take your secrets with you to the grave.”

He struck out wildly but by the time he came around, Pyra had vanished. The smokescreen quickly disappeared. The guards looked around for her and then hurried back down the stairs. One of them started shouting orders at other soldiers in the room, telling them to spread out and search the castle.

Mághnus looked down. On the table in front of him was a burning sprig of monkshood. His face contorted in an angry snarl as he slammed his still burning hands before him. He’d gotten the girls the best tutors in the land to shape them into perfect women. Pyra had shown much promise as a sorcerer. But she still got etiquette lessons and the such. That included learning of floral arrangements and the meaning of flowers.

Monkshood was said to have been used to try and poison a powerful historic figure. Thus its meaning was that the recipient should advise to caution as there may be a deadly foe near. A whisper on the wind sent a cold shiver down Mághnus’s spine.

I’ll return for you

He turned around and looked behind him, but only the shadows cast on the wall by the braziers met his gaze.

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Updated Book List: March

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett White Fang by Jack London 1984 by George Orwell Diary by Chuck Palahnuk In Pursuit of the Unknown by Ian Stewart Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson Arms and the Man by George Bernard Shaw Dracula by Bram Stoker On Killing by Dave Grossman Candide by Voltaire Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky Call me Zelda by Erika Roebuck Hemingway’s Girl by Erika Roebuck Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant: The Unbeliever by Stephen R. Donaldson A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemingway Heart-shaped Box by Joe Hill Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss Till We Have Faces by C. S. Lewis The Reason for God by Timothy Keller The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater Warriors Don’t Cry by Melba Pattillo Beals Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern In the Garden of Beasts by Erik Larson The only Pirate at the Party by Lindsey Stirling Frankenstein by Mary Shelley The Trial by Francis Kafka Necromancer by William Gibson The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury A Confederacy of Dunces by John Toole In Cold Blood by Truman Capote Lord of the Flies by William Golding The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom A Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco The Stranger by Albert Camus Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell Catch 22 by Joseph Heller Animal Farm by George Orwell Moonwalking with Einstein by Joshua Foer Watchman by Allan Moore & Dave Gibbons Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keys Never Let Me Down by Kazuo Ishiguro Safekeeping by Jessamyn Hope Book of Night Women by Marion James 11/22/63 by Stephen King Who Asked You? By Terry McMillan The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon Circle of Friends by Maeve Binchy Legend by Marie Lu Season of Storms by Susanna Kearsley 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher Dark Places by Gillian Flynn Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn “On Writing” by Stephen King Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams Brave New World by Aldous Huxley The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot Middlemarch by George Eliot Silas Marner by George Eliot Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller Books that changed the World by Andrew Taylor Go Ask Alice by Anonymous Of Mice and Man by John Steinbeck The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck Forever by Judy Blume My Darling, My Hamburger by Paul Zindel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee Manchild in the Promised Land by Claude Brown The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin The Lottery by Shirley Jackson One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne A Separate Peace by John Knowles One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou Deliverance by James Dickey The Good Earth by Pearl Buck A Hero Ain’t Nothin’ but a Sandwich by Alice Childress The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway It’s OK if You Don’t Love Me by Norma Klein Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkein Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince by J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Tess of D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy The Complete Works of Shakespeare Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell Bleak House by Charles Dickens War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy Les Miserables by Victor Hugo Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert Moby Dick by Herman Melville Typee by Herman Melville Watership Down by Richard Adams Ulysses by James Joyce The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath The Color Purple by Alice Walker Weird History 101 by John Richards Stephens The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown Persuasion by Jane Austen Essays and Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy The Magnificent Ambersons by Booth Tarkington Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton Walden and Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau The Magician’s Nephew by C. S. Lewis The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis The Horse and his Boy by C. S. Lewis Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis The Silver Chair by C. S. Lewis The Last Battle by C. S. Lewis This Country of Ours by H. E. Marshall An Abundance of Katherines by John Green Emma by Jane Austen The Adventures of Robin Hood by Roger Lancelyn Green A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseini The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams Beloved by Toni Morrision Orlando by Virginia Woolf Tracks by Louise Erdich Ruth Hall by Fanny Fern White Teeth by Zadie Smith Their Eyes were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf The Awakening by Kate Chopin Three Great Plays by Eugene O’Neill Our Town by Thorton Wilder A Raw Youth by Fyodor Dostoevsky The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper The Prince and the Pauper by Mark Twain 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne The Great Divorce by C. S. Lewis Stepping Heavenward by E. Prentiss Lively Art of Writing by Lucille Vaughn Payne Captains Courageous by Rudyard Kipling Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan Works of Josephus Volume III by Josephus The Maze Runner by James Dashner The Scorch Trials by James Dashner The Death Cure by James Dashner Angels and Demons by Dan Brown The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde by Peter Ackroyd Cry, My Beloved Country by Alan Paton Goliath by Scott Westerfeld The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway Billy Budd and Other Stories by Herman Melville Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson The Girl who Played with Fire by Stieg Larsson The Girl who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson Wicked by Gregory Maguire Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire Murder At The Vicarage by Agatha Christie The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor Looking for Alaska by John Green Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche The Jungle by Upton Sinclair King Arthur and the Knight of the Round Table by Roger Lancelyn Green A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin Anthem by Ayn Rand Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild On War by Carl Von Clausewitz August: Osage County by Tracy Letts Only a Theory by Kenneth Miller My Ten Years in a Quandry by Robert Benchly One Day by David Nicholls The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket The Reptile Room by Lemony Snicket The Wide Window by Lemony Snicket The Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket The Austere Academy by Lemony Snicket The Ersatz Elevator by Lemony Snicket The Vile Village by Lemony Snicket The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket The Carnivorous Carnival by Lemony Snicket The Slippery Slope by Lemony Snicket The Grim Grotto by Lemony Snicket The Penultimate Peril by Lemony Snicket The End by Lemony Snicket Selected Writings by Gertrude Stein The School for Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan Gentlemen Prefer Blondes but Gentlemen Marry Brunettes by Anita Loos The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Life of Pi by Yann Martel David Copperfield by Charles Dickens The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy The Turn of the Screw by Henry James Three More Plays by George O’Neill Emily of New Moon by L. M. Montgomery The Once and Future King by T. H. White Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky The Ginger Man by J. P. Donleavy Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy Poetry by Emily Dickenson The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan The Sea of Monster by Rick Riordan The Titan’s Curse by Rick Riordan The Battle of the Labyrinth by Rick Riordan The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan The Metamorphoses by Ovid The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle The Revenant by Michael Punke Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor The Final Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle Grendel by John Gardner The Fault In Our Stars by John Green I AM THE MESSENGER by Markus Zusak The Book Thief by Markus Zusak Eragon by Christopher Paolini Eldest by Christopher Paolini Inheritance by Christopher Paolini Brsinger by Christopher Paolini Just One Damned Thing After Another by Jodi Taylor A Movable Feast by Ernest Hemingway The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien Mr. Midshipman Hornblower by C. S. Forestor Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen The Pocket Chaucer by Geoffrey Chaucer On Writing by Charles Bukowski Will in the World by Stephen Greenblatt Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Seth Grahame-Smith Crazy Love by Francis Chan The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Penny Dreadfuls by Stefan Dziemianowics Classic Works by F. Scott Fitgerald John Carter of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs The Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allen Poe The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes by Stefan Dziemianowics Fall On Your Knees by Ann-Marie Mcdonald The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann Wyss Divergent by Veronica Roth A History of Greece by J. B. Bury Em and the Big Hoom by Jerry Pinto Something to Tell You by Hanif Kureishi Inkheart by Cornelia Funke Inkspell by Cornelia Funke Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke Grimm’s Fairy Tales by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery Anne of Avonlea by L. M. Montgomery Anne of the Island by L. M. Montgomery The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum The Jungle book by Rudyard Kipling A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne The Adventure of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by J. K. Rowling All the Lights We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl by Anonymous Sweet Bird of Youth by Tennessee Williams The Rose Tattoo by Tennessee Williams The Night of the Iguana by Tennessee Williams World, Chase Me Down by Andrew Hilleman The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? by Edward Albee The Copernican Revolution by Thomas S. Kuhn The Monster of Florence by Douglas Preston and Mario Spezi  Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

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For the MC ask: Besties!!

Besties: What’s their friendship with Rowan like? What are some things only he knows about them?

Oh she is TIGHT with Rowan, outside of Seven, she is the closest to him in the band. He is one of her closest confidants, she actually confided in him about her crush on Seven first (because she OBVIOUSLY couldn't tell Seven). After her and Seven broke up + he left the band, she actually stayed over with Rowan for a few days because she just could not cope with being alone, she needed to have someone near her, and Rowan just felt like the right choice. Something only Rowan knows about her, hm… okay, how about that he was the one who got her a new songwriting notebook after Seven left? The others knew she got a new one (given that Seven was all over the one she had before, in more ways than one), but only Maeve and Rowan know that Rowan got it for her as a gift.

Infamous ask game

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what w0uId y0u describe maeve divine and gh0st as? f0r the ask!

Maeve Divine is summer. Bright smiles, carefree attitude, but can sometimes be too much to handle for some people. Not that she cares all that much, the people who truly love her know how to appreciate her.

Ghost is a wildfire. She blazes brightly, quickly, seemingly uncontrollably. There is danger in dancing with her, yes, but much like a wildfire helps new growth, it is her burning that will plant the seeds for something new.

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hiii 👀 for bestie maeve: retro, persona, bandmates, lyrics, seven <333

Hiii bestie 💕💕💕 Under the cut bc it got long

Infamous ask game

Retro: What was the first CD they ever bought with their own money? Do they still have it? Do they still like it?

So I touched on this in one of my snippets for her (shameless self plug 😌) but the first CD she was ever able to buy with her own money was Riot! by Paramore. She still has the original copy she bought at the solid age of 10, and yes she still likes it, loves it actually. It was her first rock album and to see one with a female lead singer is what planted the seed of her being able to do that.

Persona: How does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?

The biggest difference between Maeve Divine and Maeve is that she's way more exaggerated on stage. She really leans into the performance aspect of everything when on stage, but all of those elements of her personality are still present when she's not screaming on stage. She's maybe a little toned down and there's a more vulnerable side that really only comes out around people she's close to (i.e. the band), but she really doesn't put on that much of an act on stage.

Bandmates: How do they feel about the members of the band? Would they still be interested in stardom if they weren’t with that group?

She loves the rest of the band, they’re her best friends. Meeting them was really the first time someone else (other than Seven) understood her. With August in particular, since they’re new, she was a little hesitant because of the fact that they weren’t there since the conception of RS, but their skills were impressive enough that she was willing to take that chance. Because of that, she wants to make sure that they feel welcome, that they’re not an outsider simply because they weren’t in that core founding group. And I think she would still be interested in stardom without this group, but having this group makes it infinitely better. She wants to be seen and be heard, and doing that with her closest friends is something she is extremely grateful for.

Lyrics: What are some songs you associate with your character? Any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

So I do have her character playlist (which I am gonna push again because I’m annoying about it) but here’s a few highlights:

Halestorm- Strange Girl Cast me out, abandon me / Write me off for dead / Ridiculed, made to feel like I'm your deepest dread / You say, "She's such a strange girl" / Such a strange girl / The world needs strange girls / Just like me

Tessa Violet- YES MOM 20-20 vision with ambition's how I'm made / I can't keep from winning when it's in my DNA / Push me down and I bounce right back / Trampoline and it's in my past / Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash

Black Veil Brides- Heart Of Fire This heart of fire is burning proud / I am every dream you lost and never found / This heart of fire is stronger now / Build your walls but you can't keep me out / I'll burn 'em down

(Ask me one day about the playlist analysis docs I have for both the her + her/seven playlists)

Seven: Do you have headcanons about their friendship and/or romantic relationship (past or future)? What do you imagine some of their best memories are? What do you think some of Seven’s favorite things about your MC were/are?

I do headcanon that their friendship started because Maeve chimed in during a class with a very strict teacher and saved Seven’s ass from a question he didn’t know the answer to. He wanted to thank her afterwards, they started talking, and the rest was history.

At some point in high school, both of them had a crush on the other, but neither of them said anything because of not wanting to ruin their friendship if the other didn’t feel the same way. That goes to show just how connected they were that they had the same reasoning. It was also incredibly obvious to the rest of the band that they liked each other that way, they were not subtle

Honestly, some of their best memories are the most mundane. For example, Maeve is a very physical person with her affection, so even when they were just friends (and crushing) she was all over Seven when they hung out. Head in his lap, on his shoulder, sprawled all over him, she’s clingy. That’s how they wrote songs together, literally on top of each other.

I like to think that one of Seven’s favorite things about Maeve is just her dedication to this dream. She threw everything she had into it, he watched her toil for hours over things like hand-studding her lucky leather jacket (one that she still wears to this day, like to the BOTB auditions). She had a dream, and while the plan came eventually, she never stopped dreaming, which he admired.

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♫ maeve and seven OFC!

Oh u wanna break my heart ok bet

It was really hard to choose just one set of lyrics for this song but just UGH the YEARNING for something you once had and the whole song is about how even with how everything changes, the person will still be with you ‼️‼️‼️

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7 and 14 for maeve <333 - sevlawless

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Easy answer for her, music. You know that feeling when you hear a song from your childhood that you haven't heard in a long time and yet when you hear it, you still know all of the words? She gets that a LOT. When that happens, she does enjoy it because it's like coming home and wrapping yourself in a warm blanket.

14. What animal do they fear most?

If you ask her it would be something like bears or something cool and fierce sounding, but the real answer is seagulls. She had a bad experience with one as a kid on the beach and it still haunts her.

Ask me an uncommon OC question

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22, 25, 36 for Maeve? :eyes:

Babygirllllll

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

She absolutely becomes aloof and pretends whatever is making her jealous doesn't bother her. She is also very bad at pretending it doesn't bother her and will engage in snarky commentary about it.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage? 

It's not something she currently has any interest in. Maybe as a down the road when things are more settled idea, but right now her life (and career) is too chaotic to consider settling down like that.

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

Surprisingly, she's rather passive about it. She's a bit of a romantic when it comes to her own love life, as strong and independent as she acts, she wants to be wooed so fucking hard. Whether that changes throughout BOTB with a certain ex-boyfriend... we'll see

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for maeve!: hero, persona, and development!

Hero: What is their favorite thing about G? Why is your MC such a big fan?

She definitely started off admiring Griffin (in her case) because of his voice. The versatility of it heavily influenced her and her own style. Personality wise, especially upon meeting him, I'd say her favorite thing about him is his infectious energy. You can see a lot of Griffin's influence in how Maeve carries herself as a performer, but it's not a 1-for-1 copy, there is still Maeve beneath it all.

Persona: How does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?

Honestly, there's not much of a difference. Being Maeve Divine has been part of her for so long that's it's just natural for her to act like that. She doesn't put on a character or anything, that's not her style. What the fans see on stage is purely her, and she embraces that. The only difference I'd say is that there is a softer side to her when not on stage, especially around the band. They've seen her through her best and her worst, so they've seen how she acts when the spotlight isn't on them. As snarky as she is (and as much as she pretends not to), she wears her heart on her sleeve.

Development: How did you come up with your character? Is their design still evolving? How do you think they might develop through the story?

Like most of my IF MCs, she's a self insert, with a few changes. I always start with that base (because I am the most specialest main character of my own life jhfbgbjfh) and then change depending on the vibes of the story. I took Maeve Divine in a more charming/charismatic route (and I could only wish to be that charming irl) because she is a performer and she has that push to act like that. Her design is pretty set in stone by this point, I spent a good week probably refining it when I first came upon the game, but I'm always adding to it as you see by her Pinterest board. As to developing throughout the game, I think a big part of her development is going to be the realizations that not everything is going to go her way/the way she hopes (as we've already seen in the demo) and that it's okay to drop the stage persona and just be herself unapologetically.