#✢ MAEVE ✢ self ; visage.

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Missing the girlie. She was truly a pillar for the series.

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Starlight, you must be something special. I can’t remember the last time Maeve gave a shit about… Well, gave a shit about anyone, really.

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TAG DROP ;; 

⤷  file  /  from the writer’s desk.

⤷  file  /  memes & sentence starters.

⤷  file  /  promo.

⤷  file  /  self promo.

⤷  file  /  interactions.

⤷  char.  /  portrayal notes.

⤷  char.  /  character study.

⤷  char.  /  visage.

⤷  char.  /  aesthetics.

⤷  rel.  /  teyla emmagan.

⤷  rel.  /  john sheppard.

⤷  rel.  /  carson beckett. 

⤷  rel.  /  peter grodin.

⤷  rel.  /  simon wallace.

⤷  rel.  /  rodney mckay.

⤷  rel.  /  doctordonovan  |  but even stars fight their own gravity.

⤷  rel.  /  doctordonovan  |  take my hand as we drown in the ocean; as we fall into eternity.

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dandelions

request: if you vibe with it Spencer X Reader lowkey songfic for Dandelions by Ruth B. Spencer is recovering from Cat traumatizing him and the Reader is a baby tech analyst for the BAU. The Reader learns Spencer believes that he’ll never find true love, and so the Reader pretty much corners him in the techy bat cave and makes him dance with her (to the song). Ends with a semi established relationship and Reader let’s Spencer know she’ll love him when he’s ready. :) ❤️

so before we embark on this story, I just want to let you all know that i’m only up to season 4 of CM, but because of tik tok, i know most of the spoilers already, but i’ll try my absolute best

word count: 2,167                                                                                     reading time aprox: 8 mins

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It was a leisurely night at the BAU, the usual fleeting agents that roamed around the bullpen causing an uproar of commotion was replaced by a serene environment that was inhibited by a few individuals. It was around the time of the holidays meaning most of the agents had either went home to their loved ones or went to the bars to their loved ones, also known as 5-6 vodka shots with a beer on the side. 

The lights began to dim at the office indicating it was close to midnight. My eyes had accustomed to the sudden change of brightness due to the simple fact that Penelope’s office was just a technically advanced bat cave littered with eclectic trinkets from thrift shops. 

I could remember stepping into Penelope’s office expecting an immaculate high tech lair, only to discover a physical representation of Pen’s psyche splattered in all the crevices of the dark room. Apprenticing for Garcia had been the best decision I’ve made considering that my original disposition was to work in counter terrorism where there wasn’t an unorthodox and silly tech goddess. Not only that, but the BAU team had become more than family to me, taking into account that my biological family had abandoned me when I was young. 

I grew up with a developed resentment against love knowing that people will always abandon you in the end. Despite my childhood, ever since I’ve joined the team, all that contempt dissipated transforming into nothing but genuine love for the people around me.

And sometimes I held a little bit of extra love for definitive individuals. 

I was closing up a few files on Pen’s computer, rewriting the encryptions on her documents to secure her confidentiality when I peered out into the bullpen, a forlorn and solitary silhouette crouched into a seat came to view. The chair swaying side to side in combination with the lackluster lights made it particularly burdensome to identify the figure. The bullpen had emptied out, leaving the creature to it’s lonesome, adding to the ambiguity of the atmosphere. 

It was only when JJ approached the cryptic individual that it had clicked in my head. Spencer’s hair popped into view as JJ adjusted his desk lamp to give off more light. She had her bag and jacket hanging on her left arm signaling her departure from the office. She conversed with Spencer offering him a cup of coffee which he politely declined with a tight lipped smile. With this response, she patted his shoulder motherly and made her way to bureau’s glass doors. 

The sounds of the rubber stopper hitting the frame of the door indicated that JJ had completely left, leaving the bullpen with the inhabitants of me and Spencer. Although I don’t think he’s acknowledged my occupancy in Pen’s office as he let out a disgruntled sigh, dragging his hands over his perturbed visage. 

In the attempt to leave him to his aloofness, I resorted back to my tasks at hand on Pen’s computer, yet an almost incoherent sniffle echoed throughout the office, catching my ears off-guard. 

I reverted my attention to Spencer once again, watching him pull at his hair while briskly wiping away the dampness that had formed on his face. 

I felt a hefty tug at my heartstrings, feeling as if my chest cavity began to collapse in on it’s self. My esophagus congealed to the sounds of anguish that emitted past Spencer’s lips, feeling destitute as the boy became his own source of self reproach. 

My thoughts fought each other for the custody of my actions, contesting the ideas of soothing the boy or leaving him to his own. It was quite a delicate matter to approach considering the topics that had led him to spiral. 

Spencer Reid had only cared about one thing in the world: his mother and with the recent allegations with Cat Adams resurfacing, he’s been nothing but a ball of disquietude. His intelligence was the only wall that he’d build around himself that protected his unconscious mind from blemishing the utopian reality he had constructed in his conscious mind. It had been the barrier between his internal chaos and serendipity. 

Who knew one woman would be able to decimate the very thing he fabricated since his youth. 

After a few revelations, I became determined to release Spencer of the abhorrent thoughts his mind must of been swarmed in. Messing with bureau’s network, I connected to speakers that were planted in the bullpen that were utilized for broadcasts. 

I leaned over Penelope’s set up, grabbing the mic she hid behind her monitors and connected it wirelessly to the speaker. This ended up emitting a loud echo of feedback that resonated throughout the office, hence catching Spencer’s attention to the ceiling. He looked bewildered at the sudden blare, but settled down as the sound of my voice flooded the room. 

“Dr. Spencer Reid, please report to your nearest tech analyst. Again, Dr. Spencer Reid please report to your tech analyst” I announced, earning a wholesome smile from Spencer as he directed his attention to the office. He waved at me through the open door, chuckling while he stood up to press the wrinkles that had formed on his blazer. 

My heart swelled, growing exponentially vast as his demeanor changed to a more merry disposition. I could already feel the apprehensive twinges begin to appear at my wrists and the ever-growing grin plant itself on my lips. 

Once he arrived at the door frame, he let out an inaudible welcome as I grabbed an extra office chair for him to sit on.

“Long day?” I inquired, reclaiming my spot in my own chair. He leaned back on the spine of the seat, letting out a reluctant chuckle that held more gravity than he wanted to reveal. 

“You have no idea” He replied with a frigid smile. He fidgeted with the tips of his fingers while he gazed at the floor below him. 

“I was 14″ I stated, earning an inquisitive reaction from Spencer. “I was 14 when I decided to reject any form of aid, affection, or remorse from anyone who even came close to knowing me” I admitted, watching his face contort into vulnerability as if my words hit a weak spot in his barricade. “I told myself of the cold reality of the world and that no amount of consolation or love would change that”. I pulled my seat closer to Spencer, making our interaction a bit more intimate and fervent. “That wasn’t until I met you-” I confessed, now acquiring his full undivided regard. “-an-and the team. You guys proved me wrong and convinced me otherwise of my radical theories” I continued. 

I searched for empathy in his eyes, but was met with a distant and doleful gaze while he sucked in his lips as it began to quiver. He took in a sharp breath, maintaining a adamant composure. 

“Spencer, I know it’s been difficult and I’m sorry I can never understand the hardships you must be going through. But, I need you to realize that there are so many people who consider you one of the best parts of their lives” I professed, laying a tender palm on his knee. “That’s including me, you’ve been nothing but the best little genius I’ve had the privilege to be around, even with your constant rambling”. We both laughed at this statement, meeting each other’s gazes as if we were studying each other. “You need to let us in once and while. I don’t like seeing you get down on yourself for things that are normal to feel”

Spencer laid a warm hand on top of my own, squeezing it in acknowledgment before laying his head low once again. “I-i don’t think” He began, pausing in between his phrases to find the right words to articulate. “I don’t think I can ever find true love” He confided, running his fingers through the tangled bits of hair. “After Maeve, Cat, and now my mom, it seems like everything I ever try to love gets ripped out of my hands” He explained. 

With an idea in mind, I scooted away from him and to the computer that was still connected to the bureau’s sound system. I logged onto my Spotify account and began to play Dandelions by Ruth B. The mellow melody streamed throughout the entire room, engulfing the both of us in the beginning verse of the song. 

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

“How about I get your mind off of it for a little while?” I offered, laying my hand out for him to grab. 

“No, no Y/N. I’m not much of a dancer” He dismissed, shaking his head. 

“Come on now doctor” I giggled, pulling at his fingers to join me. “You may not have a PhD in dance, but I’m pretty sure you can calculate the terminal velocity of how you drop that ass” I joked, intertwining our hands as he finally conceded to my antics. 

“Oh god Y/N, I’ll dance with you if you never say that again” He placed a supple hand on the indents of my waist while he centered his feet to match mine. 

After configuring himself, he looked down at me, really emphasizing the height difference between us. “Now was that so bad?” I teased, a toothy grin making it’s appearance on my face. The warmth that was radiating from the both of us made the small gesture more visceral, sending an irrefutable sensation of yearning throughout my entire body. 

Hopefully, it elicited the same feeling for him 

He took the lead, swaying us side to side while the chorus of the song saturated our eardrums, repositioning his hand to the small of my back. He exhaled a cumbersome sigh, lulling himself into my embrace.

Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

I felt every tap, fidget, or movement Spencer made on the soft skin of my spine to match the rhythm of the melody. My head found asylum in the crevice of his shoulder, letting my hair fall into place as we slow danced. At this moment, I felt reality shift around me at a turtle’s pace, time seemed to have completely marooned, and all I could fixate on was the shallow breaths Spencer would take. 

“Thank you...Y/N, it really does mean a lot” Spencer attested, making me raise my head to meet his hazel eyes. Looking into them was like swimming in a pool of milk and honey while the sunshine eradicated all the bad in the world. “I know I’m not one open up about things like this, but you’re right and you reminded me of that, so thank you” He placed a loving kiss on my forehead, lingering momentarily before retracting. 

“Spencer?” I spoke up

“Yes?”

“I know that you think that love may not be possible for you, but you’re forgetting that Rossi looks at you as if you were his own son, JJ basically thinks of you as her own brother, and I love you too”. I pushed a stray curl that fell in front of him face, caressing his cheek in the process of placing the hair back to where it belongs. “Just like energy, love can’t be destroyed, just transformed” I quoted, settling my hands behind his neck. 

“And you?” 

I hummed in inquisitiveness.

“What do you consider me as?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, beckoning him to continue as I was unable to fully comprehend what he was getting at. 

“You said Rossi thought of me as a son, JJ as a brother. So what do you consider me as?” He pressed, pulling me closer to his chest. 

I could practically feel his breath fanning over my face while a tinted blush blossomed on the apple of my cheeks. “I think that’s another conversation for another dance. Don’t you think?” I suggested in attempt to stray away from his prying. 

“So you’re going to pull me into another dance?” He grinned. 

“Possibly, if you’re up for it of course”

He shook his head chuckling, gently pushing me out, twirling me as he did before letting me rest on his chest. Silence drowned out the room as the song finally came to an end, yet we still stood in each other’s embrace to prolong the occasion 

“Spence, I know that you need time. But just know when you are ready, that I’ll be here for you” I confessed, looking directly in his eyes. 

“I’ll be here ready to love you whenever you’re ready to love yourself first”

I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

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@dollhidden cause Kimiko lmao

the boys + textposts 60/?      

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QUEEN MAEVE – THE BLOOD MOON

Moon Goddess of War and Harvester of Souls, Maeve was once a human, respected and beloved by the townsfolk of her old hometown. A proficient farmer, with a strength unrivaled by any of her peers, the one once called Margaret had a calm and quiet life. She eased up to it: fitting perfectly into her role, revering the gods above and below, hoping for no more than what she had. She was just as quiet as her sleepy town, just as unseen as her surroundings...

Or so she had assumed.

She has no idea how it truly happened, no clear explanation as to why, yet, she caught the eyes of a renowned god. This god developed an obsession towards her, eventually leading him to convince his companions of approving her ascension into godhood.

Her life changed in an instant. Soon, the Moon Goddess was born, but at the cost of her soul, bound by the wicked god that adored and imprisoned her.

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Maggie in Reacher AU

Face Claim: Dominique McElligott

Originally from Lostwing, Maggie moved to the big city of New York in search for greater things, as her family had asked of her. She landed an amazing deal as a model for an organization called The Seven. This is where her life took a drastic turn. She married the sweetheart John Gill.man, who was not as he seemed. For a time, she chose to survive to this, put up with both abuse and torment, until one day she made her desire to divorce public – the only way she actually got John to sign the papers. Despite this, his viciousness only increased. It led her to run away back to the only place she knew: Lostwing.

Though she is not as the locals remember her, donning a similarly vicious and aloof attitude as her ex-husband, she was nonetheless welcomed back to the place she used to call home. Here, her status as an ex-model is ignored, she is just one of the locals, like the rest of them. Because of this, she thought she was safe there, that neither John nor her past sins would follow her to that backwater town... But, she'll soon discover she cannot run from the skeletons in her closer that easily.

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Ship Piccrew Challenge!

I'm assuming this Challenge consists of making your favorite ships into this piccrew!

My two highest ships right now are Butchie and Maevelight! I live and breathe these two ships! Idk if it's my connection to Butcher and Maeve, the dynamics and depth between these characters, or both, but I absolutely adore them! I can't get enough of them. There's a lot I could say about them, but just know I am mega obsessed with these two ships.

For clarity's sake to anyone who doesn't know who these are; I tried my best to make Butcher and Hughie, as well as Maggie and Annie from the show The Boys (2019), I think they turned out so adorable!

tagged by: MY RIOT SISTER @littlemissclandestine (thank youuu, this was so much fun!!)

tagging: @dollhidden @awkwardcourage @citizenstarlight @phoenix-flamed @hacker-codeq @spectrophobias @sesyeuxocean @savior-of-humanity @warborn-tragedy and anyone else I missed, consider yourself tagged by me!

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There was no circumventing the harsh truth that the job, on both opposing sides of the thin Vought-DEO line, relied on some form of sacrifice.  

Alex could reckon with the price she’d paid to climb out of the gutter and find her purpose in the world ( to protect, to learn, to fight for the freedoms of those Vought exploited ).  That the cost of her job — even her life — could be surmised in numerous sting ops and countless days without rest, in endlessly manifesting bruises and fractured ribs and an inordinate number of secrets she’d sworn to keep from everyone in her life.  Alex could reconcile the hard days and the complete lack of anything resembling a social life.  She could accept that, and then some.

But this was harder than that.  So much harder — because there was no resistance training or shock proof body armor that could compensate for the hurricane of feeling, both painful and nostalgic, that Maeve’s nearness ( her sarcastic wit, her everything, shy of the heroic poise and the outfit ) stirred beneath her skin.

“ We both know that it is not that easy. ”  Despite the initial hardness that’d seized her visage, the cold civility with which she’d declined the complimentary espresso that found its way to her from across the room, Alex’s rebuttal instantly lost its dispassion.  ( Bureaucracy, in the grand scheme of things, was certainly no cure-all for heartache ).

“ I just… I thought that I could handle this — seeing you, with the hair and the armor, and everything, “  Alex extended.  Maybe it was still too soon.  Maybe her wounds were still too fresh — but engaging with her denial seemed like a fruitless lesson in futility.  “ And, I mean… I’m glad that you’re here right now.  But this is just really hard. ”

HER  CUTTING,  SERRATED  SARCASM  is  a  desperate  attempt  at  parrying  alex  away  from  the  sloping  edge  of  her  self-supplied  shield.    she  boxes,  rehearses  fighting  moves  until  they’re  as  unstoppable  as  her  strength.    so,  she  shouldn’t  be  SURPRISED  when  she  sidesteps  the  first  comment  to  throw  her  next  shot    ---    &    in  her  haste  to  cover  she  realizes  that  she  has  left  herself  open    &    vulnerable  in  too  tender  a  place.    

it’s  honesty  that  hits  her.  

TRUTH  is  in  too  short  stock  in  the  seven  tower,  so  much  so  that  unearthing  it  is  a  shock  that  knocks  maeve  back  on  her  heels    &    begging  for  a  retreat.    she’s  stuck,  plastic  fork  tines  stabbing  into  an  already  wilting  bed  of  lettuce,  searching  for  some  way  to  respond  that  won’t  further  expose  the  soft  spots  still  hidden  somewhere  beneath  her  biting,  caustic  derision    &    poster  board  perfection.    

❛    maybe  it’s  not  that  easy  for  you,    ❜    finally  flings  out  with  a  flex  of  her  brows  beneath  her  crown.    &  if  she  weren’t  so  practiced  at  smoothing  over    &    sanitizing  her  features,  she  might  flinch  for  how  cold,  how  CRUEL  it  comes  out.    an  unspent  apology  softens  the  barely-there  glance  that  darts  back  over  at  her  ex-lover,  ex-partner,  ex-everything.  

maeve  gets  through  a  miserable  mouthful  of  romaine    &    arugula.    the  chard  turns  to  ash  on  her  tongue.    the  utensil  settles  back  against  the  side  of  the  container.    lawyers  still  bicker  around  them  even  over  the  lunch  break,  making  deals  out  of  doughnuts    &    treatises  out  of  their  tuna  melts.    it  isn’t  as  easy  between  them  as  brokering  a  deal  with  signatures    &    concessions.    it’s  difficult  because  when  she  looks  at  alex  she  sees  flashes  of  disappointment,  resentment,  loss  that  maeve  hadn’t  fought  harder  for  what  was  between  them.    

❛    sorry,    ❜    drags  itself  from  behind  the  bridge  of  her  tongue.    she  picks  at  the  lettuce,  doesn’t  look  at  alex  for  the  next  thing  that  she  says.    ❛    would  it  surprise  you  if  i  said  it’s  hard  for  me,  too?    seeing  you.      ❜    

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There they are, my sweeties.

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@dollhidden our girlies!!

The Seven + known identities 

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checking if this fixes my new tags

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Okay this happens before the "Don't fuck it up." I forgot to post it, but ISN'T THIS SO DETECTIVE BEHAVIOR!? I NEED THEIR DYNAMIC AAAAA!

EDIT: I had this saved MONTHS ago and I can't believe I'm STILL on my detective B.S. Let them work on Caradine's division raaaaah

I need this duo as private detectives. They'd be unstoppable.

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If there ever was a bad bitch duo, this is it.

There they are, my sweeties.