#thread: maxine.

[dcaddove]

slightly less unhinged wishlist starter

open to: any plot: maxine has tied your muse down and has been teasing them. can be their actual penis or she could have put a strap on them. based on: x

"Don't tell me you're giving up already, sweetheart," she cooed softly, gripping their chin with perfectly manicured nails. She has the other tied down to one of her office chairs, thighs spread so she can grind against them. Her skirt is hiked up high around her waist while her blouse is unbuttoned, giving her victim a perfect view of her lace covered chest. The slick drag of her core against their cock made her shiver and she teased the tip of it against her entrance. "What's that? Did you say something?"

[scrvivorisms]

Another Maladaptive Daydream of the Partners in Time: A Drabble/ Ficlet based within My Ordinary Life.

Only MUTUALS May turn this into a Thread. Ending left vague and open ended for Said Reply.

Based on This Song

Feat Williams Favorite Car Ride Song

Summary: It is 1994, Maxine is in San Francisco. She met the very young, and very in love Joyce and William. Chloe's parents. Or, to be parents. The oddly cathartic experience, however strange for the teens, only got Maxine thinking.

The Year never mattered. The passage of time all became relativity. As did the subjectiveness of it all. As did ones own humanity, their morals. It all became something that was never concrete. Never stayed for more than the time she was there. It took on the shape that was needed wherever she was. Whoever she was. Every form was Maxine. She made sure of that. The same even voiced, freckled faced woman they'd come to know through the years. Coming and going like wind.

Though, on late nights when the floorboards dug into her shoulder blades, blue orbs ever focusing on the ceiling fan of her current dwelling, she always thought of them. Her. That place. However damaging and changing, Arcadia Bay permeated Maxine's very soul. Every occurrence since then stemmed from it. Even now, being pushed and pulled by time, flung into something other. Places, people, faces... all new. Unknown. Surely, to be nonexistent in such a way, yet the opposite was a punishment of sorts by the universe.

It sure as all hell felt that way today. She was on a path, on a bench during the day, sipping away on a coffee and paging through her journal. Maxine was a Watcher. Ever the Observer of the world. Normally, she wouldn't pay mind to anyone passing by her on this path. They wouldn't remember her. And she, them. Though...that laugh. With the ever Southern twang to it. It made her feel eighteen again. Younger even. And when she looked...

Joyce. And William was with her. They were so, so young. They looked to be barely into their 20s. Eyes full of hopeful youth. And when she looked further: the roundness of Joyce's belly beneath a white tank top was more than apparent. She was very pregnant. With Chloe. Oh....Oh Chloe....

They were talking of everything and nothing. Of what to do with their time in San Francisco on their vacation before the birth. The birth... Everything began playing like a tape in the back of her mind as she watched. They'd stopped. And there. There. William had a camera. An old, eggshell, perhaps tan Kodak Polaroid Instant Camera. The very one he used when she and Chloe were children on Cedar Ave in their home. The one Chloe gave her at eighteen as a gift when Nathan Prescott broke the other. It seemed William was struggling. With getting the right angle, the lighting, all of it. She stood before fully thinking through what she would say or do.

"Need a hand?" His eyes flew up from the camera, from Joyce and to her. He nervously laughed.

"I, uh, yeah." Christ... it still sounded like him. Maxine held out her hand in offering. He handed over the camera which she has and hasn't yet called a companion. The weight is so familiar in her hands. Fingers easily landing on the button to take a picture. Photography was as easy as breathing at 28. So finding the right angle, the rays of the sun hitting their faces. She looked at them expectantly and they then posed. William slung an arm around Joyce and leaned in for a kiss. One which was provided without hesitation, both smiling into it. Maxine took the photo.

"So, you're on a trip." Maxine remarked this handing them both the fresh photo and the camera back.

"What makes you say that?" Joyce's head tilted.

"C'mon... a young couple on a walking path, conveniently in perfect view of the iconic bridge of San Fran? An even more convenient camera? You're tourists." Max finished this with the softest, kindest smile she could muster. The pair laughed.

"Ya caught us." William said haughtily. He went to put the camera away in his tote bag. And then he went to examine the picture. "Damn... lighting's perfect. What do they call that again?"

"Golden Hour."

A quiet nod as they looked on at the photo, then Maxine. This was getting weird. Hell, for everyone else besides her, it would be. No one ever got to meet their Best Friends parents before they became such.

"So, When are they due?"

"March. The beginning of the month if I remember the doctor right." Joyce finished this with the placement of her dainty hand over the baby bump ever so lovingly.

"Did you have a name in mind?"

"Chloe."

"Middle will be Elizabeth." William added on, just as proud, just as excited. Christ, if only they knew what lay ahead... No. Let this be. Let it be.

"You'll make great parents. I mean, look at your faces." Maxine beamed falsely. "You should mark the photo. A title or phrase. This seems like an important moment."

William was all over it. Though, in his bag, he didn't have a pen. But Max did. A permanent marker in black ink. Max looked up and dared to ask for their names, all three for clarification although she already knew it. And so, when they answered, she cemented this moment in time with what she read so long ago.

"SF Holidays with William (and Chloe)"

She capped the marker back off, and returned the photo. Fingers brushing with William's. And oh, did it hurt to feel, to register his being corporeal. Here. This wouldn't likely happen again. So when they thanked her for taking the shot, wished her a good night, and left without asking her name, she just... stood there. Watching their bodies fade over the curve of the walking path and away into their lives. The next 14 years will be beautiful. Simple. Idyllic.

And then William will be killed in a crash. Chloe will pull away. Joyce will be shattered. Five more years, then a Mother, Joyce would be no longer. And in this timeline, Chloe would stay dead. Max would not be there for interference this time around. She thought of that the whole walk home. Or, what she called home right now. Some dingy hotel room she's been paying for with just cash. Under the table. They only had her name. And a fake ID. Maxine always went for a camera and false identity when she arrived in a new time.

She shoved the key in, turned the lock, and pushed the door open. Allowing it to creak open on its hinges until the knob hit the wall with a dull thud. She stood on the threshold far too long. It felt as though something bad would happen if she went inside. Though, it was only her mind. The spiral that always came when her old life wriggled its way back. Triggered her.

She moved fast, slamming the door. Throwing the dead bolt and chain lock as well. Not that her current companion needed or was stopped by the simple machinations of a lock on a door. No, if they wanted in, they would get in. It was more symbolic than anything. Leave Me Alone, it said. She had many mix-tapes. A collection of time. Rhythm. Memory. She had one song in mind. Now bare feet padded over to the Walkman she's had for so long now. Max grabbed the headphones that had seen just as much wear. They went on, her back hit the floor. She stayed there. Pressed play. Wept.

Maxine curled in on herself then. Sobbed, spiraled, consoled herself both within and without her mind. Her thin arms hugged around her quivering form as the ceiling fan went around, around, around. This never felt fair. It was depriving, a unique kind of hell. Her companion, her friend did not have this pain. Though immortal, their life was one singular thread. A continuity. Maxine felt like a tree. Its root more specifically. Or a neglected ball of yarn. Something unmanageable. Untanglable. You would never be able to truly unwind it. It wasn't fair!

This isn't fair. Not fair, not fair. NOT FAIR.

The sun was set. And her current friend would be coming. She made a point to have separate dwelling though within the same building. They were next to each other. Neighbors. That was how they met. They might have heard her thoughts on the wind, felt it. She didn't know, and didn't bother to question how Vampires work when she can barely pin herself down.

Her face burned, she couldn't breathe. It felt like a vice was clamping down on her very being. It always felt so extensive yet suffocating to be this way. To be Maxine Caulfield. The woman out of time. At least so many people she told of her life called her that. Chloe called her that. Called her so many things in reverence. Adoration, love, hate, sadness. She was everything and nothing.

The door opened. Again, the fruitlessness of locks with them... Her head craned. There they were. How pathetic, how messy she must look. Still in her evergreen trench coat, golden beanie shoved beneath her head to serve a pillow. Legs splayed and kicking only moments before as she cried. The puffiness of her face must be amplified to them. Her reddened cheeks from distress.

"I'm fine. It's fine." A lie. She never could lie. And certainly not to a creature like them. They would know. So she remained laying on the floor, looking up at them, trying horribly to settle her breathing. It came in stutters.

[intimaecys]

it took a lot to make her tired. years in medical school , years more in practice had adapted her to the long nights and the stress , spending too much time on her feet and wide awake , knowing that even the slightest error could cost someone their life. it caused plenty of strain in her other relationships , her being incapable of slowing down. it changed for the better when she met maxine , if only because she'd too often spend the night fucking the other woman into exhaustion , someone just as difficult to tame as her. so it was again this morning , collapsed beneath the covers with her lover laid next to her , half cuddled into her side , their scents still on one another's breath. rolling over just an inch , she felt a warm breath push from her lungs as maxine's breast came to rest against her skin , slowly reaching an arm around her. still drowsy , she felt her lips rest against the woman's throat , right hand slowly running down the length of her body to the thin shorts she'd put on before they passed out , running a teasing circle over her clit , pressing the thin fabric down into it. with the other , agile fingertips began to slowly peel down the straps of the borrowed tank top she wore , until she could lazily pull one of her heavy breasts out to be toyed with. kneading it beneath her hand , edie moved herself over the other , still covered , lazily running her tongue over the fabric of it , until it started to harden for her. // @createdbymightyscissors

[ferociiumarchive]

« file name: mayfield, max » @zoomingupthathill

His own action done more out of simple boredom, curiosity even, than anything else, after all it seemed as if lately the survivors weren't putting much effort and that left quite the sour taste in the mouth of the person who thrived on the thrill of the hunts. However what he did not expect was her response to it.

It wasn't the question that caught him by surprise, it was the way that she just went and poked the forehead of his ghastly mask, leaving the killer staring at her for a beat longer, despite the hint of amusement reflected in hazel hues hidden behind the eerie and hollow sockets of the mask. " You. . . " A pause, a tilt of his head, he was considering his next words. " You are being serious aren't you ? " Well, at least he couldn't say this one was quite the bold one.

" I could gut you, right here right now. . . and you are offering to give me skateboard lessons ? "

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @daydrcamings

Cooper wasn't the same man he had been before being dropped in the middle of London. Hell, he wasn't the same man he had been before the Great War back home. He had changed, adapted to each environment in order to survive. This was no exception. He had fallen back into the role of actor about as quickly as he could, letting it direct him into the unknown. "Sorry, Sweetheart. I don't do autographs."

[tongueandtailbutcher]

OPEN STARTER

“What. The. Fuck.”

It’s not a common reaction to have to an envelope adorned with cutesy floral motifs yet when Jenny finds it in nestled in her mail amongst the bills she is struck with a myriad of negative emotions. Panic is the most prominent, accompanied by anger, disgust and even sadness; she’d recognise that paper anywhere.

Logically she knows this must just simply be a letter that had been sent before the whole date disaster; Maxine is gone, Jenny knows she is safe yet as soon as her gaze landed on that god forsaken letter she feels anything but. In an instant she suddenly feels as though she’s being watched despite the fact that the butcher shop was empty. Hell, if the shop hadn't have been open, she would've been shutting all of the blinds as well as locking all of the doors and windows in an instant.

A heavy feeling in her chest and a nauseous feeling in her stomach, she stands frozen at the counter for a moment, stare fixed on the letter.

“Screw this!”  Jenny suddenly snatches the letter off the counter, she can't be afraid in her own home. She will deal with this just like she always does; alone. After all, it was someone else’s help, no matter how well intentioned, that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. It was time to set this letter aflame and forget.

She looks over her shoulder, only now noticing that someone was standing in the doorway to the shop.

[thelaurenshippen]

hello!!

I've gotten a lot of new followers in the last few days, I'm assuming because of the twitter exodus and while I imagine most of you are hopping over from following me there, I figured it wouldn't hurt to re-introduce myself to tumblr!

my name is Lauren Shippen and I am a

podcast writer/director/producer

novelist

sometimes voice actor

enormous fangirl

longtime tumblr user

my writing usually involves

supernatural/speculative elements

found family

queer stories

imperfect characters who you hopefully still love

stuff that may want to make you yell at me/get a tattoo/write fanfic/draw fanart

when I say I'm a longtime tumblr user, I mean it. I first joined the site in '09 (I recently found my first post, which is still up on my first blog which was about me moving from Blogspot. boy, that sure was 15 years ago, huh?) and have had *counts on fingers....runs out of fingers* a lot of blogs on here. this is my main front-facing tumblr, along with:

@dashboarddiaries (a podcast I do with @overchers all about tumblr!)

@breakerwhiskey (a daily microfiction podcast about shouting into the void at the end of the world and hoping it shouts back)

@thebrightsessions (an audio drama about ppl with supernatural abilities in therapy, I've reblogged a LOT of fanart for it on this blog)

@chambersandfogg (a yearly fiction podcast (with monthly posts!) about two rival magicians who discover they're both immortal. the slowest of slow burns)

@maxinemilespod (my choose your own ending YA mystery! not terribly active at the mo, but hopefully will be if/when we do S2)

@bridgewaterpodcast (my spooky podcast I do with thee Misha Collins and thee Aaron Mahnke - again, not active at the mo, but there's lots of great fanart and yes, I'm the one answering asks over there and probably one of the few folks with the login info lol)

I'm going to try to more consistent on here - maybe not as much as I am on my personal (guys, I spend a lot of time on tumblr), but certainly more than I do on twitter. okay. this post has gotten too long. happy we're all here!

some links:

find stuff

faq

and here, have some playlists.

[virtualsangel]

˖ ࣪ . 🧸 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . "i don't want a curly whirly," maxine sighed, sitting on the other to keep them still. "i just want... let me get a little bit," scalpel in her hand. "i just wanna see what your blood type is! i can know more about your personality then!" / @cinnamcroll

[desperatepleasures]

it's important to note that all versions of kkm are canon and true even when they contradict each other. maxine hiding in the castle and getting poor little meow meow'd by the maids is canon but so is maxine getting rolled up into a carpet and abandoned in the desert by adalbert. he's a busy man

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       . . .     ‘    requested by @drtwat :      still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

" i'm not saying he had it coming , but the look on his face was definitely worth the wait . " a brash laugh , all edge and volume . nothing soft about the woman unless necessary , brazen and bold to a fault . yet there's a kindness to her gaze as it settles upon him ; owen harper . there could be softness here , if she tried . " though i don't make a habit of punching men in the face , i'll have you know ! just those who deserve it . "

[gcldcnhour]

@heroexxs it's a slow burn!!!

it wasn't unusual for beau to find himself out with the friendgroup, someone knew someone who was throwing a house party and that's where they found themselves for the night. he never minded, enjoying the sway of the music in small spaces, swapping stories with strangers, and the occasional light flirting. though he enjoyed them...he still required a few breathers throughout the night. and now he was seeking one, finding the backyard for a little more relief when of course he bumped into none other than maxine baker headed the same way. "funny to see you out here." he smirks, stepping over to push the door open, ushering her through first. "need to feel the midnight wind in your face?"

[yuungmenace]

@8blud ft. jack

location; the faceless ship time forces an evolution of the self, lest you fall into decay, a stagnating rot that poisons the mind and makes you yearn for a nostalgic past. sometimes, a husk is shed, revealing something far different underneath - that is how maxine feels when around a certain creature that wears the skin of someone she still calls friend. perhaps august had always been like it, warning signs blinded by the bond forged between them in their youth but...but. the return to new york was followed by a return to his side, still loyal to those with whom she had gotten up to mischief with as a teenager. they once stole a car and drove it halfway across the state, craving the beach. somewhere private, in her apartment, she had a photo they took together with her polaroid. he was hard to find in a sea of newly faceless people, though max wasn't sure why she felt the need to seek him out. some odd form of security? to ask for his presence when she eventually found herself on the 4th floor to fight. with a sigh, the woman fished a cigarette from the case in her pocket (gold, a present from her grandmother to her father when he turned 18. it was hers now), putting it between maroon stained lips and then going for the cigarette. of course, she wasn't alone in the designated smoking area, plenty were here...including -

not his voice but, certainly mannerisms and height. "you got a light?" a question directed specifically, if her hunch was incorrect then at least she could feign ignorance.

[dreamgrlevl]

replying to this in beta (ft. maxine)

Maxine should have known it was all too good to be true when the boy she'd been crushing on since high school finally seemed to notice her. For a while she'd been happy, thinking it was finally her turn to have something of her own. Then the rug had been pulled from under her when she walked in on him and Lila. Now she was back home, crying to her step father about her heart had been broken by yet another stupid boy. "I know, but I thought he'd be different." She said pitifully, wiping away tears as she sniffled. @sinistersxns

[kittywriites]

[[ closed ;; @distantxdaydreams​ ]]

He had no right to be jealous. And he wasn’t. So what if they had hooked up? It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, so it really shouldn’t have bothered him to see her with another guy. He wasn’t delusional enough to think she had feelings — of course not. She was a bored rich girl and Ollie was...there. He knew that was all it was. So why the fuck did he want to break something as he watched some perfectly manicured ass hat try to pull her in for a kiss goodnight? Ollie glanced away at the last second, redirecting his attention to the alarm next to the door she was about to walk through. He didn’t want to know if she kissed him back or not. As she stepped inside, he kept his gaze on the little screen in front of him, clicking through to be sure all of the settings were right, not wanting her to know he’d been watching. Again. Though it seemed his mouth had other plans. “Is that your boyfriend?” he asked before he could stop himself.

[filthysins]

closed starter for @ofyearnings​ ft. maxine

nervously maxine sits on the exam table wearing nothing but the thin gown that the nurse had provided her before stepping out. she knows this visit is just routine, but that doesn’t stop her from being embarrassed all the same knowing that she’ll have to let the doctor touch her breasts and between her thighs as part of this exam. for a moment she’s prepared to get up off the table and get dressed so she could go out and reschedule for another day and then call back later and cancel. as her luck would have it that was the exact moment that the doctor entered the room, sealing the girl’s fate and making her abandon her plans. 

[vntagetee-a]

☾ maxine at @gcthedistcnce​​​ ☽

░  “What  the  hell  ‘er  you  ‘sposed  to  be  ...  some  kind'a  lizard  spawn?”