#maebh is mean

[oh2e]

Been thinking about Ellen Maebh recently and how she’s me but not, the spiritual successor to Lucy-May (even down to the double names and the Mae- part), how Ellen Maebh was created to tell the story of a little girl just like me having fun adventures like the books I read at her age. How I so desperately didn’t want to be known as my one single name at the point that I created Lucy-May, and how I’ve always been First-Name Middle-Name at home. My mum was so proud of my name she wanted to put the whole thing on everything. Ellen Maebh is like that.

It’s also interesting because of the arguably three self insert characters I’ve got none are trans like me. Lucy-May because I didn’t even know what it meant to be trans, Danni emerged right on the cusp of me figuring things out, and Ellen Maebh is just a little girl (though her best friend, JJ, is nonbinary).

[daughter-of-sapph0]

probably not the best idea to go by Maebh online, especially since it's such an uncommon name. like, I seriously doubt when people look up my name they're gonna find this blog. but better safe than sorry.

so anyway, I'm going by Queen now. I mean, like if we're friends you can still call me Maebh. but I won't have that name in my bio or pinned anywhere

[dandelionjack]

‘maebh arden’ name meaning — she who rules the forest…

why i ever let people tell me this was a bad episode? sure it’s not outstanding, and people dislike it in comparison because it’s surrounded by whoppers, but the premise itself is pretty cool! and i don’t mind children appearing as supporting characters, they’re not even that annoying. plus, there are some fantastic lines of dialogue here!

• “trees don’t communicate” “you don’t need cellphones to communicate — i haven’t texted my mum but i know she’s worried about me!”

• “a tree is a time machine. you plant an acorn in 1796, and in 2014 you’ve got a great big oak tree with a tiny little bit of 1796 tucked away inside” what a brilliant fucking idea and also 100% true

• “you find yourself in the woods with a rather compelling masculine figure” “any minute now we’ll come across a gingerbread house with a cannibal witch inside it” (note how twelve says masculine figure, not ‘man’. that’s because he’s a butch lesbian. slash aitch jay.) (interesting continuation of eleven’s fairytale theme! darker fairytales this time: hansel and gretel face a more serious threat than peter pan and wendy)

• “she’s lost someone — people who’ve lost someone, they’re always looking, always listening, always hoping, so they notice more, they hear more” explains why he’s like that then

• “stars implode, planets go cold. catastrophe is the metabolism of the universe” and “that’s how this planet grows. a series of catastrophes” everything eats and is eaten time is fed, etc. twelve would love adrianne lenker

• “i can save you” “i don’t want you to.” “what, you don’t want to live?” “of course i want to live, i—” “you what?” “don’t make me say it. doctor, i don’t want to be the last of my kind.” “then why did you bring us all here?” “because it’s the only way to get you back to the TARDIS. make you believe you’re saving someone. this time the human race is saving you. make it worthwhile.” “this is my world too. i walk your earth, i breathe your air.” “and on behalf of this world you’re very welcome. now go, save the next one.” SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP????

• “the trees are not your enemy, they’re your shield. they’ve been saving you since forever, protecting you from everything that space can throw at you.” aaaand we have this episode’s doctor foil. it’s the fucking forest itself

• “i am doctor idiot.”

• “you’ll all forget it ever happened” “we are not gonna forget an overnight forest!” “you forgot the last time. you’ll remember the fear, and you’ll put it into fairy stories. the human superpower: forgetting. if you remembered how things felt, you’d have stopped having wars and stopped having babies.”

sure, the sister bit didn’t make any sense. to be honest nothing to do with maebh’s psychic powers made any sense at all. but none of that matters because look at everything else!! also, they put that fucking tiger there just for the william blake reference. commitment to the bit

[butchtwelfthdoctor]

hey man, regarding 12's faceblindness -- so he doesn't recognise the vastra, strax, clara, and jenny by their faces in deep breath, he can't identify which of the kids is maebh in in the forest of the night, repeatedly you kind of see him being confused about emotions and makeup on clara's face (in motoe and listen), he 'deletes' the faces of the scientists from last christmas, there's this cut scene from the girl who died where he's trying to write down clara's facial expressions and what they mean -- emotion "blindness" isn't face blindness but i guess it's related, in the sense that he doesn't have an intuitive understanding or keen memory of the human/humanoid face. and of course in last christmas he's like 'you'll always look the same to me' and he genuinely can't tell if clara's aged.

ohhhhhh thats actually really interesting i understand now. those are really good points i think i put a lot of that down to like the...... implied autism maybe?? the general neurodivergency that the doctor always has, with things like how he tries to describe clara's face as 'wide' or 'that thing you do with your eyes', he's having to say out what her face is doing so that he can try to understand it. oooh & in the husbands of river song when he tells her she looks lovely she says 'you have no idea whether i look lovely or not', which could be either he's trying to follow a social script & actually doesnt have any opinions on her dress, or he doesnt really know if she's, say, wearing makeup or aged since he last saw her.

this could also tie in quite well with him being alien, like timelords are slightly telepathic, maybe without that base level of 'this is what they're thinking/feeling' that a timelord would give off, he finds it harder to read emotions on someones face? the deleted scene you mention where he's trying to write down what clara's facial expression mean kind reminds me of the 'emotionally sensitive thing to say' cue cards from.... under the lake? before the flood? one of those

[emrowene]

Favorite Character Poll

Thank you for the tag, @cain-e-brookman!! (I'm team Crucius in your poll. You had me at "haughty" lol) I've been meaning to do something like this for a while, so I'm very excited :3

Rules: list all your main ocs and give brief descriptions of them. then, create a poll with their names and allow your followers to vote on who their favorite character is.

I'll be doing the 4 main characters from Fractured Magic!

Roman Hallisey

Roman is held together by bandaids, superglue and guilt. He's lived a long time and has done many things (good and bad), and they weigh heavily on him. Despite it all, his optimism shines through: he believes that people are good, that things get better, that we can overcome past mistakes. He's vibrant and enthusiastic, always ready to smile, laugh, or flirt, to embrace strangers and make them feel valued. When he sees people in trouble, he must step in (even if helping them will mean harm for himself).

Secretly, he has a dark side, one he represses to keep his ruthless efficiency and corrupt magic from consuming him. When it comes to showing vulnerability, he can be flighty. This has, predictably, made his past friendships and relationships fraught. He likes new foods and making friends (though he's not great at keeping them). He hates stitches and politicians.

Leandros Nochdvor

Leandros is very good at hiding that he has no clue what he's doing. It's a skill one must learn as a wayward prince, along with having false confidence and thick skin, though he could do without the imposter syndrome that comes with it. He's an intense person who commits with everything he has, loves with his whole heart, and holds onto his grudges until he's seen them repaid. When his uncle gets kidnapped, he will see the kidnappers pay, even when said kidnappers turn out to be gods and monsters that he can never beat alone.

From a distance, Leandros seems stern and cold, but once you get close, you see the kindness and care beneath. He has a soft sense of humor, a curiosity for idiosyncrasies. He likes penny dreadfuls and the hero Egil. He hates gossip and unexpected rain.

Maebhe Cairn

Maebhe simultaneously has the best and worst luck in the entire book. The worst, because she keeps finding herself in the middle of world-changing disasters, and the best because she somehow always makes it work out - not just for her, but for the world at large. When she punches a cop and ends up on the run, it draws the absent hero Egil out of hiding. When she's dragged into a definitely-haunted-castle, she saves a king. When she discovers the last surviving member of an extinct subset of dragons, she gains a key to a mystery everyone is trying to solve. When she meets the undead wife of an evil, forgotten god, she somehow manages to befriend her.

Maebhe is loud and impulsive, sporty and bold. She likes discovering secret, hidden spots and playing "Which one of us is Hikaru?" with her twin. She dislikes public speaking and old superstitions.

Dinara Condeh

Dinara's worst crime is having terrible taste in men. After a couple of bad breakups open her eyes to more of the world, she leaves behind her blooming acting career for something a little more fulfilling: revolution. She's a kind, perceptive person who will do anything to help the people around her, even when that requires abandoning comfort and conquering fear.

While she's no fighter, she demands change in all the ways that she can: by lending her voice and appealing to hearts, by making friends in strange places and showing compassion when it's least expected. She loves musical roles for mezzos and getting drinks with friends. She hates secrets and wool clothing.

(in turn, I'm going to tag @akiwitch, @warthogreporter, @ftmerriweather, and @avengersaddict

[musicenjoyer07]

introduction post‼️

hi! I’m maebh! I probably won’t post much sense I made this to see fanart or just stuff from fandoms i’m in.Here is stuff about me I’m willing to share 🐺🔥

☆I’m born Jan 8th

☆My favorite music artist (as of now) are- Cavetown, NoahFinnce, waves to earth, chapell roan, laufey and Grentperez.

☆I’m in fandoms such as- Percy Jackson, The Owl House, The Disastrous Life of Saiki K, amphibia and gravity falls

☆my favorite characters from each show/ book series I like are-

-Percy Jackson 🌊: Percy, jason, Renya, Octavian, hazel, Rachel, Annabeth, Leo, Lester, Piper and will

-the owl house 🦉: Luz, Gus, amity, Eda, Lilith, Hunter, willow, Vee, and Camila

-Saiki k 🔮:Saiki k, nendou and kaidou

-amphibia 🐸: Marcy, sprig, Anne, Sasha, Polly, and hot pop

-gravity falls ❓: bill, grunkle Stan, Mabel and Dipper

☆I am a cat person (nothing against dogs I just grew up with cats)

☆when I say I love music I mean I LOVE music. Music is something I go to when I need to calm down. ☆honestly I love geeking out. Especially to my friends. It’s so funny & silly 😋

☆im just a chill guy who lowkey dont gaf

that’s all about me so far! Hope you enjoyed <33

[thequiver]

Fear, Ghost, Guilt for Maebh?

Fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Maebh's got abandonment issues babey. She thinks she's hiding the fear but she's really really really bad at not letting it show. When confronted with it she kinda shuts down and shuts herself away. She can't get abandoned if she abandons everyone first, right? That's totally how that works.

Ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

Maebh is so deeply haunted by so many things. She is so so so sensitive and so so so mad about it. The first friend she ever made on her own died when she thought he hated her. Her parents' divorce. The question of why she's not enough for so many people...she bottles it all up until she can't stand it anymore and then just hopes that she's alone when she breaks down into tears.

Guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

This is such an interesting question bc Maebh is so often so deeply assured that she's right. Typically when she feels guilty it's because of a miscommunication where it comes out quite some time after she's been deeply mean to someone on purpose that it was never that deep. But she'll also just.... blame herself for things that she literally did not do or cause all the time and take on the guilt for that. So she's not very often guilty for things that she's actually done but often feels guilt for things she literally wasn't even an active participant in.

[mad-bird-writes]

The Ignoble Family of Birchwood: Maebh

Given Name: Cinquefoil (meaning "beloved daughter")

The youngest child and only daughter of the Ignoble Family of Birchwood. The baby of the family (and it really shows…) A prime example of Fae nature, being mercurial, dangerous, seductive and unpredictable. Short-tempered and prone to tantrums, equally prone to fits of near-hyperactive glee. Somewhat gifted in magick, but ill-disciplined when it comes to using it, seeing it is a bottomless well from which she can endlessly draw.

This attitude extends to her views on more or less everything else; to her, the world (particularly the world as it exists beyond the boundaries of the forest) is nothing more than a playground, the people who dwell within it little more than especially fascinating playthings. Like many others of her kind, she is fond of bewitching and tricking hapless mortals, using her wiles, magickal abilities and razor-sharp claws to manipulate them however she sees fit at the time: she might leave someone lovesick, half-mad, or simply eviscerated.

She does have a soft spot for her older brother, Larkspur, finding his interest in creating things interesting, but ultimately a pointless venture. Fae are supposed to take from the world, not give to it…

Her parents are undeniably proud of her tenacity and abilities, but view her as too hedonistic and short-sighted to take over as ruler of Birchwood, instead pinning this responsibility on their eldest son.

[fragmentdesigns]

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[chipsandcoffee]

You came looking for the Doctor. Think. Who sent you for the Doctor?

Busted.

(Or that awkward moment when your boyfriend finds out that you're thinking about another man so much that those thoughts are literally being broadcast into children's minds.)

[gold-eyes-vengeful-heart]

Questions, Answers

((or: Runya is displeased with the situation at large.

Spoilers for the 5.5 Diamond Weapon quests! Contains Runya being kind of an asshole about the VIIth Legion’s Weapons’ pilots.

Also this entire fic line is not going to stop the Spite Train (TM) I have against this fucking ridiculous nonsense writing in the canonical questline, this is your only warning lmao))

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Runya just idly drummed the fingers of one of his clawed gloves on the stony bench, looking more closely at the datapad he held in his other hand as his thoughts wandered. It was difficult to keep them on-task, as of late; he knew that he should be focusing on finding that bloody last Weapon--the Diamond Weapon, the few files his nodes had managed to scrounge called it--but all the same...

There was Baelsar.

His ears flicked back just at the thought, and his tail lashed. Yes, that was a problem. While he had been recovering, he had heard about what the Garlean was up to--namely, insinuating himself into Werlyt’s burgeoning resistance, all under the guise of being helpful and lending his expertise and just being the man best suited for the job--

And anyone who actually believed that had all the gullibility of a literal child, in Runya’s estimation.

He finally stilled his tail and flicked his ears once, twice, and just squinted down at what scant information he had. No amount of him complaining had fixed that one; even Sorin agreed with him, as far as he could tell, and agreed that it was at the very least incredibly tone deaf of the Legatus. And yet, there Baelsar was, still doing exactly what he had been, despite all of that. Bloody typical. If Runya wanted anything done, he had to do it himself.

“S-Sir?”

The small voice broke him out of his reverie, and he glanced over the top of the datapad before letting it fall entirely. The young Au Ra--barely old enough to be considered a teenager, with ill-fitting armor to match--stiffened under the sharp golden-eyed stare, but he held his ground and only the tip of his own tail twitching betrayed his nerves.

“Ah, S-Sir Damask...” A pause. “That is you, yes?”

“Mmmm, the very one.” He smiled, and that did exactly nothing to make the Xaela’s nerves any better. “I’m honored; I thought only a few people here even knew of me. Blue has far more fame than I do.”

The easy, conversational tone made the boy’s shoulders relax just slightly. “Ah, well, yes, your machine is very well-known, after fighting those awful Weapons--and beating them. We thought no one would be able to...” But he shook his head, suddenly. “Anyway, ah, they wanted to see you. Mister Baelsar and Mister Garlond did.”

“Mister Baelsar.” Runya laughed, lightly, and that tension came right back. “Is that what he calls himself now? I would have half-expected him to demand to be called lord, or something equally stuffy.”

The Xaela blinked. “He’s not...like that right now, at least. Not ever since he took over.”

“And yet he’s still making children do his dirty work,” Runya remarked, waving his free hand as the boy opened his mouth indignantly. “Arguments about your exact number of years aside, I’d quite enjoy to remind everyone what happened the last time Baelsar had access to a bunch of people around your age. And younger, for that matter. One of the more...exquisitely awful things he ever did, I think.”

Now the Xaela was silent, and more visibly torn. Almost like he wanted to say something, but hesitated.

And Runya smiled. “Come now, you can say what’s on your mind. I don’t bite. Only if I’m given good reason to.”

Not that that seemed to reassure him any, but he did finally speak, if reluctantly. “I know. My sister...” He swallowed. “Never mind.”

Ah, so someone else that knew. Really knew, not just claimed they knew when they hadn’t experienced the half of it. So Runya just smiled, and patted the Xaela on the shoulder, despite the way the boy visibly quailed a bit at the strange look in his eyes now.

“And you don’t like it, either, do you?” His voice was low and smooth as oily smoke. “That they’re all just letting him lead again, when we all saw what horrors he committed the last time. Times, even.”

Now the boy wasn’t looking at him. That was enough of an answer for Runya, and so he just let go of him, leaning back.

“Or is it more...those with power before him are just in it for themselves?” the Miqo’te ventured, tilting his head thoughtfully. “The terrible things the Empire did must have barely hurt those with that kind of influence. They don’t care about how you and people like you might feel, if they were to use the architect of your own oppression for their own ends--even when it means letting him lead. All that matters is that being away from the Empire is more profitable than being under it, so they’ll use any tool they have for it.”

“I just...” The Xaela sighed, shaking his head. “It isn’t like I can fix it. That’s what the resistance’s leaders want, so they’re going to do it.”

“And the Alliance assistance certainly doesn’t care,” Runya added with a nod. (He got one back.) “Well, Sorin dearest does, but even someone like him only has so much sway against a crowd. As do I.” He stood up rather creakily, though when he was offered a hand, he took it without too much complaint. “Mmm, much obliged. One wouldn’t think me to be such an old man...”

And yet the Empire had done this to him anyway. But the Xaela had the sense to not really ask; he just nodded back, and let go of Runya’s hand rather quickly. “Are you--?”

“Coming?” Runya interrupted. “Ah, no. I have little of note to say to them, as you might have guessed. I’m going to do what I set out to do, and that does not involve them getting in my way--the only thing I’m interested in hearing from them is if they found that last Weapon, and where.” And he was quite sure that few were going to try and argue in the face of his own Weapon, even if he was just as keenly aware that they would like to.

The Xaela finally dismissed himself, armor clanking as he made his way away, and Runya was once more left by himself. Or about as alone as one could ever get, with Blue in his head...

{Runya-friend.} The faint voice pattered across his thoughts like a light rain. {Runya-friend is mad.}

“Not at you, dear.”

{But still mad.}

He just sighed in resignation, and let the matter slide. “The point more is, Blue, that the sooner we find this last Weapon--and stop being involved in Baelsar’s messes, lest I finally stab him to death ahead of when I intended to off him, just to keep him from making more of the damned things--the better.”

{...Yes.} Even Blue was uncomfortable enough with the notion--it roiled in the back of his mind. {Does Runya-friend want to fly? Go look?}

“Hmmm, in a little while.” He would wait, for right now, just to make sure he was entirely out of any other ideas beforehand. (No use in wearing Blue out, if they could find that other Weapon another way.) And he wanted to make quite sure that Baelsar wasn’t going to simply backstab them all as soon as they got the chance; he wouldn’t put it past the man to try, if he was being granted such power by fools.

And fools they were, no matter what the reasoning behind it. Anyone that would listen to those bleated lies about just not knowing that the Empire was so cruel, from one of the main architects of that cruelty, was enough fool that it was a miracle they remembered how to breathe. And anyone who saw that manipulation for what it was, only to still believe they could use the man’s expertise and cunning anyway and not be bitten by him in the end, was no different.

(Part of his insistence on working alone was, after all, just that set of realizations at play...in addition to him being much more willing to tear his own limbs off than ever work with a Garlean like that ever again.)

He would make damned sure that he wouldn’t fall to that idiocy. He would continue taking out Imperials, one by one, starting with these Weapons...and inevitably including the Legatuses. Even Baelsar. Especially Baelsar, no matter what amount of recrimination Sorin kept throwing at him just for the thought--these idiot children of his were just more of an immediate danger, was all.

And they’d die just like the rest. He’d personally see to it.

[forth-to-the-foam]

Did anyone else experience intense aversion to the idea of babies and motherhood when you were working through internalized misogyny? Like, I remember being nine years old, trying to be as mean as I could to babies and toddlers because I didn’t want to get pegged as prime mom material. As a fourth grader, I understood that motherhood came with subordination. That’s absolutely heartbreaking looking back.

[lesbiten]

bad episode chooses the most hilarious ending possible. why and how does annabelle come back? there is no strange circumstances mentioned around her disappearance, just that maebh had a sister who went missing. and so naturally at the end of the episode the Mythical Trees return her. somehow

[ourcollectivefantasy]

Outlooks

In the late, dark hours, the hours between late night and early morning, the quiet figure of the Lady of House Akh’Argar walked down the hallways of Bloodsword Hall on bare feet, wearing only a casual priest’s robe. She was unkempt, with dried blood and a few tufts of pillow feathers clinging to the loose crimson curls that hung freely down her back, but there was a healthy color to her cheeks that bespoke of a sated hunger. The Lady moved with the sure confidence of someone who belongs right where they are, though a secret smile lingered about her lips because by all other definitions she did not belong there at all. Nevertheless, no one can stop a traveller from going where they please, and she always embraced the philosophy that if you can be there, you belong there. In truth this woman had never walked freely down these halls before, and there would be a great deal to do before she was made to leave. Best to familiarize herself while she had the time.

Many centuries ago, in another world, a very young girl lived in a place like this with parents and a sister. But that girl didn't even exist in memory now, only in forgotten stories and faerie’s tales. This woman who appeared as the Lady of the House was an outsider here, and always would be. Even with her own family, she was now an outsider.

The outsider woman walked down the dark corridor, sometimes pausing to poke a head into a room, sometimes walking in and looking around. She found a couple guest suites, a sitting room, and a large library where a table covered with papers, open books, and files was an island of disarray within an otherwise organized room; she made note to come back and have a better look. From there she turned back to the corridor and wandered a bit longer, turning down one hallway or another, having a thorough look around “her” estate.

At some point she came to a room painted in warm, bright colors with toys and children’s decor and she immediately knew this was the nursery for Lady Bloodsword’s twin children that she only discovered existed this past evening. The woman stepped inside and looked around; it seemed the children were not currently in residence at Bloodsword Hall. That seemed a bit strange, but she supposed if Iloam was watching them for the noblewoman, they would possibly be wherever Iloam spent his days. It certainly didn’t prevent her from furthering her designs.

The woman who appeared as Lady Aelberyn Bloodsword had everything she needed to do what she intended. She simply walked into the nursery and gently closed the door behind her. An hour later, she emerged, and head for the library to sit down, light a cigarette, and decide what to do next.

Some people might be surprised to know that I’m not a masochist. I mean, certainly a little pain can amp up sexual pleasure - I’ve always enjoyed biting, for instance - and I’ve been party to a number of painful sexual situations. Besides, a talented lover can make a lot of unexpected things very enjoyable with a bit of patience and foreplay, and I do not lack for a talented lover. Nevertheless, I cannot imagine any kind of talent or foreplay that could adequately prepare anyone to be whipped with a scourge. This isn’t your “Daddy’s” flogger, switch, or whip: the thing that succubus used had metal barbs that would hook into your skin and rip it right off the muscle, and she knew precisely how to use it. You had the pain of a whip, and then she’d give it a yank and off came your flesh. I didn’t even pretend to not feel it, I shrieked loud enough to echo in my own ears, even without a tongue. And then she’d turn a knob, and the boards would stretch just a little more, and my arms and legs would pull that much further. And then she whipped again, gave it another yank, then turned it again. This went on for quite awhile.

I was already terrified going into this “punishment.” The irony of it was that it wasn’t my own observations or knowledge that inspired my fear; it was Iloam’s. Years ago when I was restoring his memories after an incident of supreme foolishness on his part, the one memory I chose not to restore was of the period he spent in the Twisting Nether, chained to a rock and endlessly tormented and devoured by succubi to the point of death, only to be returned to life and suffering anew. Some time before then I had seen the memory for myself, and felt Iloam’s horror and despair at what he feared would be his ultimate fate. Recalling those memories lent an additional sense of fear to my own impending torture session. Particularly as it had been his mother that damned him to such a fate as well.

While I've been injured, quite brutally even, in battle a number of times, I had never personally experienced torture before. All I had to go on was what I've observed from victims of torture, Iloam's memories, and my occasional forays into extreme kink. But it was nothing like that; nothing like kinky sex or what I've observed… I had no control at all over what was being done to me and how long it would last. I couldn't fight back, there was some jewel or circlet on my head that prevented me from any offensive use of the Light or shadow, and even my defensive spells were limited. I couldn't concentrate on healing or shielding. The best I could manage was an instant of Pain Suppression, and even that was incredibly limited.

The vile creature chained me to a rack and had me stretch in between each blow that landed. She inflicted some demonic effect that wracked me with additional pulses of burning agony that seared through every nerve ending. I don't know how long she had me. If they had just drained my mana, if I had the ability to use the Light or shadow at all, I would have drawn from the energy of all that pain and blasted that demon back into the nether. But I couldn't use my skills, and I was in Suramar, surrounded by mana-hungry Nightborne of the same ilk as the Zin-Azshari nobles who first enslaved people like Ta’Srith and used them as living man batteries. So, somehow I endured the pain. I tried to use every exercise I knew to clear my mind for meditation and let the agony rip through my physical form.

Unfortunately, meditation has always been a bit difficult for me. After an hour, maybe more? Or less? I couldn’t help it anymore. I focused instinctively on where my life stream pooled at the points of the most pain and drew in the pure, primal mana from it. I cried out as the energy burned through my body and confused my senses. Now I was feeling the pain, even more intensely than before, but with it came the colors and flavors and tingling pleasures that had me exploding in the most profane and fundamentally wrong climaxes I have ever felt. And yet, in the midst of so much pain inflicted, it was somehow liberating to seize just this one piece of control in the midst of helplessness. I couldn't stop what was being done to me, but I could twist it into something else. I could change it, in ways this demon or her mistress never intended.

Such overstimulation from multiple sensations at once was too much to handle, and I passed out. If the succubus or anyone else tried to wake me for more, they did not succeed. When I did awaken I was back in the dark cell, save there was no bed to break and craft a weapon from, and arcane shackles wrapped around my wrists. I was laying on the mattress face down, and every single part of my body hurt. My shoulders, elbows, knees and hips were in agony, likely dislocated. My back… I couldn’t see what had been done, but from the searing, burning sensation of air touching exposed muscle, I had a feeling that it was quite a mess. That was definitely going to scar, and it was not going to be pretty. I silently bid farewell to backless dresses from now on.

I don’t know how much time passed, or if they’re going to continue. I don’t know if they noticed me drawing mana and would do something with that knowledge. I don’t know if they intend on letting me heal or not. Right now, all I can do is lay here and not move for a bit, because moving hurts so much, and try not to wonder why no one has come for me yet. I’m afraid for Iloam, and for the children. As long as Maebh was out there, they were all in so much danger. Light, please let that woman not have killed my family.

I need to think of another escape plan. ...Once I’ve rested a bit.

Vrykul were expert fishermen, and the ones who lived this close to Suramar were used to finding all sorts of strange things washed up on the shore. Ufuk had taken his son Arvid out with him because he would not send the boy out alone when there were so many naga swarming in the waters lately. He could have gone alone, but Arvid needed to learn. Odin clearly had been smiling on someone that day, because his son’s young eyes spotted bobbing in the tide what Ufuk had written off as just driftwood.

When Ufuk drew the blood elf out of the water, he was tempted to kill him like the Nightborne elves that often wandered into Jandvik. But Arvid pointed out the smaller size and the colors he wore similar to the colors of those who attacked Suramar city a week earlier. The armor the elf wore was light, leather, but pierced through the chest. Still, somehow, the elf was still breathing.

“Arvid, run home, have your mother stir up the fire and prepare a bed.” Ufuk carefully carried him across the shoreline as he instructed his son. “It looks like we have an injured elf on our hands.”

[attanos]

maebh if you haven't done her yet?

B A S I C S

full name: maebh elethea cousland

gender: cis female

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: bryce cousland (father), eleanor cousland (mother), fergus cousland (brother), oriana cousland (sister in law), oren cousland (nephew), finn cousland (twin brother), zevran arainai (brother in law)

birthplace: highever

job: ferelden ambassador to antiva / arlessa of redcliffe

phobias: all things blight related

guilty pleasures: she loves trashy orlesian romances novels but would rather die than admit it

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: lawful neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extroverted

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: close-minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: cautious

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: traditional

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: maebh x teagan

ot3: n/a

brotp: maebh x anora / maebh x morrigan / maebh x leliana

notp: maebh x alistair (she nephew-zones him)

[time-for-wynds-opinion]

Jason, under his breath: why the fuck is Roy asking me about his ex?

Maebh: oh tell him to listen to Cage the Songbird by Elton John- he’ll be able to process whatever’s got him anxious about it 

Jason:.......what

Maebh and Jason seem to be communicating silently because they won’t stop making eye contact with each other and then looking away lmao