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Idk who needs to hear this, but the reason your fic isn't getting a lot of attention is bc it's one big block!!
#It's not that I don't want to read it. My eyes simply refuse to#I CANNOT focus if there aren't any paragraphs#ALSO LETS START MAKING A NEW LINE EVERYTIME SOMEONE NEW IS TALKING#AND WTF HAPPENED TO CAPITALIZATION!!?!#arcane#vi x reader#sevika x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader#abby anderson x reader#ellie willams x reader#tlou#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#marvel#spencer reid x reader#emily prentiss x reader#criminal minds#samantha carpenter x reader#victoria neuman x reader#queen maeve x reader#Yes I did tag like every character I like 😭 what about it!?#writers on tumblr
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I'd like to apologize to my mother, to the Gods, but most of all I want to apologize to my friend and long-suffering wizard, Gale of Waterdeep
Act 1 was rough for Maeve and Astarion's relationship. Didn't last forever, though!
( Text based on posts from tumblr that I now cannot find due to the accursed search function!
Backgrounds by Rick van den Berg, environmental artist from Larian Studios! )
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#astarion#tav#astarion ancunin#tavstarion#bg3 astarion#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#karlach#karlach cliffgate#maeve#my art#had to reupload bc I forgot about my watermarks whoopsies
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4x07 spoiler?
#repost yeah#the boys#the boys tv#hughie campbell#billy butcher#hughie x butcher#butchie#'i creampied maeve' 'i creampied annie' how about you two go fuck yourself#men (derogatory)#the boys spoilers
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emmrich first personal quest spoilers
BUT HOH MY GOD. The level of protection and defensiveness that seeps through hooked, lined, and sunk me into this man.
FIRST -
i am not normal i am not normal i am not normal i am not normal i -
do i need say more
this look exchange!
him eyeing her off with worry and a splash of 'oh my' is sending my body through the works
bonus:
youre fucking right hezenkoss
perfect, no notes
#if you know me you know i have everything recorded and will be making about 102 videos with sad music#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#datv spoilers#dragon age veilguard spoilers#datv#emmrich#emmrich romance#emmrich volkarin#maeve ingellvar#veilguard#da4#da4 spoilers
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her face body language and general demeanor in this scene make me feel such intensely sapphic emotions i want to bite off my own hand about it
#this scene lives in my brain RENT! FREE!#'nothing ever changes or gets better and i'm tired' name a sentence that summarizes her more succinctly i'll wait#the cigarette. her unfiltered disdain for hughie. the whole 'how /dare/ you ask more of me' of it all i'm gonna pass out#queen maeve#the boys#i love you maeve being incredibly rude and antagonistic to people for zero apparent reason. i love you maeve pulling no punches#this woman has done nothing wrong ever in her entire life your honor#the empty cig pack and the pill bottle on the table... the mood is so potent and it's mentally ill#i'm normal about her why do you ask
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Maeve is an eons old demon queen and she got humbled by a 20 year old k*nky king with daddy issues and a 19 year old arsonist that just lost 99% of her power.
Another day, another slay for the all powerful book nerds 💅🏽
#I know she was embarrassed and cried about it#throne of glass#aelin galythinius#dorian havilliard#rowan whitethorn#Maeve throne of glass#manon blackbeak#manorian#rowaelin#manon x dorian#sjm universe#celaena sardothien#sarah j maas#kingdom of ash#heir of fire#bookblr#throne of glass memes#tog meme#queen aelin#king Dorian
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Apologies if you’ve been asked this before, but do you have any thoughts on fanon!Obi-Wan vs. canon!Obi-Wan? And is there any part of his character that you wish fandom or fic would address more often?
I think that a lot of the fics I had a lot of frustration with aren't really in my search field anymore; I got really frustrated with Woobie-wan and some related themes, and those were really common in Cod*Wan... but since I don't really read that ship anymore, I come across that specific characterization a lot less. It still shows up (especially in fics that decide to have some fun with the Qui-Gon bashing), but less so.
I do think a lot of authors have difficulty balancing the Sass with the Competence etc. but ngl I think one of my biggest Wow That's Uncomfortable approaches is when people can't fathom the idea of Obi-Wan being happy as a monk; in those cases, he's either written as repressed and unable to fathom the idea of loving someone the way Anakin can, or he's written as Secretly Yearning To Break Free For The Ship. A lot of it also has some real shades of "ex-Christian Western Fans project their trauma onto a Space Buddhist who doesn't want to leave his religion/culture despite many opportunities to do so."
(Seriously, there is so much 'oh, you are definitely imagining the Jedi as a fundamentalist Christian sect with culty elements and can't fathom that they aren't evil' out there.)
And like. IDK. I hate that a lot. The man may not be celibate, but that doesn't mean he's unhappy with the life he's leading. He's a space buddhist and happy about it! He doesn't need to be fixed. There are other things he needs help with, other things where he could use therapy or family counseling or something, but his religion is never implied to be something that needs fixing.
IDK if that answers your question but it's definitely the two things I notice most often: Woobie-Wan and Jedi-As-Western-Cult stuff.
The stuff I wish I could see more of is unfortunately less easy to pin down because it's mostly about balancing character elements and that's a matter of skill, not choice.
#maeve-on-mustafar#star wars#obi wan kenobi#I have some. very intense feelings on people using Obi-Wan as a lens for their anti-Jedi stuff#I remember I once made a post about how the Jedi are presented as part Buddhism and part Catholicism#One person and subsequent string of reblogs were completely shocked that anyone could see Catholicism in it because it was Clearly Buddhism#Another string of reblogs were shocked that anyone saw Buddhism in it when it was Clearly Christianity#phoenix answers asks
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It's funny, you know, of all the people here, I've known you the longest. Sometimes it just seems like you're the only person I can lean on.
#queen maeve#homelander#the boys#maevelander#queenlander#i don't know what they're called#from all these gifsets you would assume i ship them romantically#i don't#but i do love their relationship a lot#and this was mostly born from me loving every time hl himself reminds the audience she was the closest to him#both affectionately and in terms of power#yeah that's why i included the deleted scene lol#it's canon to me#that part specifically#not the rest#my gifs#maeve#she meant a lot to hl and i'm gonna hate that he most likely won't care about her death in s4#ok enough of me spamming her tag i'm done again for a bit
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gotta let it out sometimes
#ocs#art#dungeons and dragons#Maev#half drow#half orc#vent art#I GUESS#what if I drew my dnd character sobbing instead of talking about my feelings or reaching out to my friends
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I've been having some random fanfic writer/reader thoughts lately, and so now it's time to ask some questions. There are no wrong answers!
This question is centered around the idea of if I should post chapters as I finish them, or get most/all the fic completed, and then post them on a regular schedule.
#maeve mumbles#fandom#fanfic#fanfiction#writers of ao3#writers of tumblr#just genuinely curious about some things#there are no wrong answers#if anyone wants to elaborate differently or on any of this please do!!
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Maeve + Otis Season 1 // Season 4
#back from the dead to gif more shows that ripped my heart apart#I have a lot of thoughts about this last season but they still got me good with this one#going to be doing a bunch more sex ed edits so lmk if you'd like to be tagged!#sex education spoilers#sex education s4#motis#maeve wiley#otis milburn#my edits#sexededit#cowboycoven2#cinematv#tvfilm#tvfilmgifs#sex ed s4#sex ed netflix
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A bit of an older comic (that I've been keeping in the back pocket), but I'd like to share! Maeve (my Tav) had a rocky start with a certain special companion. They didn't get along for most of Act 1, as Mae was frustrated with Astarion's more uncouth behaviors, and Astarion thought she was an irritating little goody-two-shoes.
They've both grown, though, and learned their lesson now;
(I am Astarion-pilled now, truly.)
#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion#tav#bg3 tav#baldurs gate#tavstarion#when i first made this comic i didnt even know about his backstory because I had been sparing myself from spoilers#and then everything just started laying itself out and i ache for him now#he makes me cry#my art#maeve
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 61
Chapter; Highlights (okay the entire chapter is a highlight)🤣
As requested @mysterylilycheeta I NEED TO SQUEAL IN WYVERN FANGIRL WITH YOU NOW CAUSE OH M GOODNESS THIS CHAPTER ON SO MANY LEVELS I JUST AHAKWIHUHFEJLZXBKEKA
Agony was a song in Lorcan's blood, his bones, his breath.
Every step of the horse, every leap she made over body and debris, sent it ringing afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to cling to consciousness.
To keep his arm around Elide.
She had come for him. Had found him, somehow, on this endless battlefield.
His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he'd felled, I, and waited for his last breaths.
And now, charging toward that too-distant keep, so far behind the droves of soldiers and riders racing for the gates, he wondered if these minutes would be his last. Her last.
She had come for him.
Lorcan managed to glance toward the dam on their right. Toward the ruk rider signaling that it was only a matter of minutes until it unleashed hell over the plain.
He didn't know how it had become weakened. Didn't care.
Still Elide kept urging the horse onward, kept them on as straight a path toward the distant keep as possible.
No ruk would come to sweep them up. No, his luck had been spent in surviving this long, in her finding him. His power would do nothing against that water.
The farthest lines of panicked soldiers appeared, and Farasha charged past them.
Elide let out a sob, and he followed the line of her sight.
To the keep gate, still open.
"Faster, Farasha!" She didn't hide the raw terror in her voice, the desperation.
Once the dam broke, it would take less than a minute for the tidal wave to reach them.
She had come for him. She had found him.
The world went quiet. The pain in his body faded into nothing. Into something secondary.
Lorcan slid his other arm around Elide, bringing his mouth close to her ear as he said, "You have to let me go."
Each word was gravelly, his voice strained nearly to the point of uselessness.
Elide didn't shift her focus from the keep ahead. "No."
That gentle quiet flowed around him, clearing the fog of pain and battle. "You have to. You have to, Elide. I'm too heavy-and without my weight, you might make it to the keep in time."
"No." The salt of her tears filled his nose.
Lorcan brushed his mouth over her damp cheek, ignoring the roaring pain in his body. The horse galloped and galloped, as if she might outrace death itself.
"I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you always."
He was not frightened of what would come for him once he tumbled off the horse. He was not frightened at all, if it meant her reaching the keep.
So Lorcan kissed Elide's cheek again, allowed himself to breathe in her scent one last time. "I love you," he repeated, and began to withdraw his arms from around her waist.
Elide slapped a hand onto his forearm. Dug in her nails, right into his skin, fierce as any ruk.
"No."
There were no tears in her voice. Nothing but solid, unwavering steel.
"No," she said again. The voice of the Lady of Perranth.
Lorcan tried to move his arm, but her grip would not be dislodged.
If he tumbled off the horse, she would go with him.
Together. They would either outrun this or die together.
"Elide-"
But Elide slammed her heels into the horse's sides.
Slammed her heels into the dark flank and screamed, "FLY, FARASHA." She cracked the reins. "FLY, FLY, FLY!"
And gods help her, that horse did.
As if the god that had crafted her filled the mare's lungs with his own breath, Farasha gave a surge of speed.
Faster than the wind. Faster than death.
Farasha cleared the first of the fleeing Darghan cavalry. Passed desperate horses and riders at an all-out gallop for the gates.
Her mighty heart did not falter, even when Lorcan knew it was raging to the point of bursting.
Less than a mile stood between them and the keep.
But a thunderous, groaning crack cleaved the world, echoing off the lake, the mountains.
There was nothing he could do, nothing that brave, unfaltering horse could do, as the dam ruptured.
Rowan made himself stand there, to watch the last moments of the Lady of Perranth and his former commander. It was all he could offer: witnessing their deaths, so he might tell the story to those he encountered. So they would not be forgotten.
The roaring of the oncoming wave became deafening, even from miles away.
Still Elide and Lorcan raced, Farasha passing horse after horse after horse.
Even up here, would they escape the wave's reach? Rowan dared to survey the battlements, to assess if he needed to get the others, needed to get Aelin, to higher ground.
But Aelin was not at his side.
She was not on the battlement at all.
Rowan's heart halted. Simply stopped beating as a ruddy-brown ruk dropped from the skies, spearing for the center of the plain.
Arcas, Borte's ruk. A golden-haired woman dangling from his talons.
Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying.
Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
"Oh gods," Fenrys breathed, seeing her, too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like nothing he had known ripping through him as Aelin lifted her arms above her head.
A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting her hair with it.
The wave roared and roared for her, for the army behind her.
The shaking in the keep was not from the wave.
It was not from that wall of water at all.
Cracks formed in the earth, splintering across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.
"The hot springs," Chaol breathed. "The valley floor is full of veins into the earth itself."
Into the burning heart of the world.
The keep shook, more violently this time.
The pillar of fire sucked back into Aelin.
She held out a hand before her, her fist closed.
As if it would halt the wave in its tracks.
He knew then. Either as her mate or carranam, he knew.
"Three months," Rowan breathed.
The others stilled.
"Three months," he said again, his knees wobbling. "She's been making the descent into her power for three months."
Every day she had been with Maeve, bound in iron, she had gone deeper. And she had not tapped too far into that power since they'd freed her because she had kept making the plunge.
To gather up the full might of her magic.
Not for the Lock, not for Erawan.
But for Maeve's death blow.
A few weeks of descent had taken her powers to devastating levels. Three months of it
…
Holy gods. Holy rutting gods.
And when her fire hit the wall of water now towering over her, when they collided —
"GET DOWN!" Rowan bellowed, over the screaming waters. "GET DOWN NOW!"
His companions dropped to the stones, any within earshot doing the same.
Rowan plummeted into his power. Plummeted into it fast and hard, ripping out any remaining shred of magic.
Elide and Lorcan were still too far from the gates. Thousands of soldiers were still too far from the gates as the wave crested above them.
As Aelin opened her hand toward it.
Fire erupted.
Cobalt fire. The raging soul of a flame.
A tidal wave of it.
Taller than the raging waters, it blasted from her, flaring wide.
The wave slammed into it. And where water met a wall of fire, where a thousand years of confinement met three months of it, the world exploded.
Blistering steam, capable of melting flesh from bone, shot across the plain.
With a roar, Rowan threw all that remained of his magic toward the onslaught of steam, a wall of wind that shoved it toward the lake, the mountains.
Still the waters came, breaking against the flames that did not so much as yield an inch.
Maeve's death blow. Spent here, to save the army that might mean Terrasen's salvation. To spare the lives on the plain.
Rowan gritted his teeth, panting against his fraying power. A burnout lurked, deadly close.
The raging wave threw itself over and over and over into the wall of flame.
Rowan didn't see if Elide and Lorcan made it into the keep. If the other soldiers and riders on the plain stopped to gape.
Princess Hasar said, rising beside him, "That power is no blessing."
"Tell that to your soldiers," Fenrys snarled, standing, too.
"I did not mean it that way," Hasar snipped, and awe was indeed stark on her face.
Rowan leaned against the battlements, panting hard as he fought to keep the lethal steam from flowing toward the army. As he cooled and sent it whisking away.
Solid hands slid under his arms, and then Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him up between them.
A minute passed. Then another.
The wave began to lower. Still the fire burned.
Rowan's head pounded, his mouth going dry.
Time slipped from him. A coppery tang filled his mouth.
The wave lowered farther, raging waters quieting. Then roaring turned to lapping, rapids into eddies.
Until the wall of flame began to lower, too. Tracking the waters down and down and down. Letting them seep into the cracks of the earth.
Rowan's knees buckled, but he held on to his magic long enough for the steam to lessen.
For it, too, to be calmed.
It filled the plain, turning the world into drifting mist. Blocking the view of the queen in its center.
Then silence. Utter silence.
Fire flickered through the mist, blue turning to gold and red. A muted, throbbing glow.
Rowan spat blood onto the battlement stones, his breath like shards of glass in his throat.
The glowing flames shrank, steam rippling past. Until there was only a slim pillar of fire, veiled in the mist-shrouded plain.
Not a pillar of fire.
But Aelin.
Glowing white-hot. As if she had given herself so wholly to the flame that she had become fire herself.
The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down the battlements.
The mist rippled and billowed, casting her into nothing but a glowing effigy.
The silence turned reverent.
A gentle wind from the north swept down. The veil of mist pulled back, and there she was.
She glowed from within. Glowed golden, tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom wind.
"Mala's Heir," Yrene breathed.
Down on the plain, Elide and Lorcan had halted.
The wind pushed away more of the drifting mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin.
And where that mighty, lethal wave had loomed, where death had charged toward them, nothing remained at all.
For three months, she had sung to the darkness and the flame, and they had sung back.
For three months, she had burrowed so deep inside her power that she had plundered undiscovered depths. While Maeve and Cairn had worked on her, she had delved. Never letting them know what she mined, what she gathered to her, day by day by day.
A death blow. One to wipe a dark queen from the earth forever.
She'd kept that power coiled in herself even after she'd been freed from the irons. Had struggled to keep it down these weeks, the strain enormous. Some days, it had been easier to barely speak. Some days, swaggering arrogance had been her key to ignoring it.
Yet when she had seen that wave, when she had seen Elide and Lorcan choosing death together, when she had seen the army that might save Terrasen, she'd known. She'd felt the fire sleeping under this city, and knew they had come here for a reason.
She had come here for this reason.
A river still flowed from the dam, harmless and small, wending toward the lake.
Nothing more.
Aelin lifted a glowing hand before her as blessed, cooling emptiness filled her at last.
Slowly, starting from her fingertips, the glow faded.
As if she were forged anew, forged back into her body.
Back into Aelin.
Clarity, sharp and crystal clear, filled its wake. As if she could see again, breathe again.
Inch by inch, the golden glow faded into skin and bone. Into a woman once more.
Already, a white-tailed hawk launched skyward.
But as the last of the glow faded, disappearing out through her toes, Aelin fell to her knees.
Fell to her knees in the utter silence of the world, and curled onto her side.
She had the vague sense of strong, familiar arms scooping her up. Of being carried onto a broad feathery back, still in those arms.
Of soaring through the skies, the last of the mist rippling away into the afternoon sun.
And then sweet darkness.
#Chapter 61#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Lorcan Salvaterre#Elide Lochan#Elorcan#Aelin Galathynius#Chaol Westfall#Rowan Whitethorn#Fenrys Moonbeam#Gavriel#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 61 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Agony was in his very blood-Summons-She had come for him-Let go.No.Always?-She came this far-THANK YOU ELIDE-The voice of Perranth#My lady-Together till the end-if only the horse could Fly-A prayer-Made himself watch-But Aelin-hell yes-So he might tell the story#Not forgotten-For her friends-To get Aelin-Where was she?MY HEART-The shaking was her-The springs-He knew-Three months#Every single day-But for Maeve’s meant for Maeve-she knew he’d know-his power the counteracting-GET FUCKING DOWN-She had not given up#A thousand years for here months endured & one moment-Spent here-To save them-Burnout or Blessing-UTTER Awe-A miracle#A curse to enemies-All of them really-she drained the bank & there he was-THE FIRE BRINGER-glowing blinding white out for the world#she became the flame-Master of death-heir of Fire-Nothing remained-That’s what was eating her alive-Its grief but more-she was still—#capturing flame-She didnt want2lose it either-It was all of it-But also Aelin had a plan-be glad4it-They would save them she didnt need it#Back to Aelin-She began fighting-Quiet-Fell to what he knows-Sweet darkness-the power dive#No.#You know it’s bad when Rowan’s prayingWhen even Yrene is praying but not save to give peace&painless ends but Aelin’s off to save the day#Not for the Lock not for Erawan. But for Maeve's death blow. & now to save Elide; Marion would be proud#the way he’s thinking about I’ve gotta get Aelin out of here#Into the burning heart of the world. — the world shuddered#Aelin I am a god Galathynius-The raging soul of a flame-thats her-shed made the final descent right then for Elide-Rowan plummeted for her#Spent here to save the army that might mean Terrasens salvation-not2kill2spareNoblessinNocurseMiracleWomanA war won-friends held him up#One hell of a rumor-Gentle from the north-Malas Heir-she had sung to the darkness&flame&they had sung backthe same story#GETDOWN.Back into Aelin he was there there how did he get there so fast?sweet darkness 1 last time
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i thought the finale of sex education s4 was great but apprently a lot of people didn't like that otis and maeve didn't end up together. i do get that they were the main ship and you're meant to root for them but i think them getting a bittersweet ending hit really hard, and the letter maeve wrote to otis made me cry. maeve pursuing her dreams after a life of hardship and otis overcoming a lot of his anxieties and becoming close with eric again was (imo) a very satisfying ending!!
idk, obviously people can have their own opinions, but i just think people need to realise that sometimes a story is better when it doesn't have the happiest possible ending.
#i have a lot of feelings about this season okay#imo it was the best the show has ever been#it wasn't 100% perfect but i loved it#sex education#sex ed netflix#sex education s4#sex education season 4#sex education spoilers#maeve wiley#otis milburn#motis#maeve x otis#otis x maeve#how to be cringe 101
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Early morning send off
My inquisitor Maeve giving her family a last goodbye wave as she starts her journey to go help rook
She’s happy to be helping rook and the veilguard but she already can’t wait to return home to Cullen and their children and their dog of course
#Cullen trying to be strong for the fam but like homie about to break#he misses his wife#and she’s only just leaving#if anything happens to her I will fight people#cullen x inquisitor#dragon age#Cullen Rutherford#inquisitor lavellan#Lavellan#cullen x lavellan#oc: maeve lavellan#my art#cullavellan#dragon age art#dragon age the veilguard
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