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saurons-pr-department · 4 years

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Head Canon Time! : Just a little musing on Mairon’s name

(I’ll be honest, some of this involved me actually thinking about the canon, the rest of it however was purely me frolicking through head canon land)

Mairon comes from Maira, which is a Quenya word meaning “admirable, excellent or precious”. Now, while it’s never stated when he joins Melkor, I would be surprised if he was still in Valinor when the Elves arrived without it ever being mentioned. I mean, if Ossë’s defection gets a short description in the Silm, surely the defection of the Lieutenant of Angband himself should too?! Which is to say, that I wouldn’t be inclined to think that he ever would have met the Elves there and either introduce himself as Mairon or been bestowed the name by particularly awed Elves.

So, where did it come from?

1) I know the Ainur could communicate telepathically, but they did have an actual spoken language too, so I don’t think it’s too far fetched to think of them having names for themselves/each other. It’s always possible that he has an unknown Valarin name that means roughly the same thing as ‘Mairon’. Failing that, I don’t see why it wouldn’t be possible for the Ainur to use certain feelings or imagery to identify individuals when speaking telepathically. Either way, ‘Mairon’ could be more of a translation of some original name. I quite like this idea, because he seems to cling to the name Mairon, long after everyone is done thinking of him as ‘Admirable’. That not only shows his attitude towards his own actions and motives but, to me anyway, also has a slight feeling of “But that’s actually just my name. What else do you want me to call myself?” and he’s just translated it because that’s what everyone in Tolkien’s work seems to do he wants people understand his name.

2) While I was thinking about this, a certain line floated across my brain: “In his beginning he was of the Maiar of Aulë, and he remained mighty in the lore of that people”. It’s from the section of the Valaquenta titled ‘Of the Enemies’, yet it doesn’t particularly sound like a negative sentence. He wasn’t ‘notorious’ or ‘infamous’, he was ‘mighty’. And there’s something about that ‘remained’ before the ‘mighty’, as if there was some old idea of him that Aulë’s people, maybe even Aulë himself, held on to. Maybe Mairon was a name given to him by the Elves, those that were smiths, studying with Aulë. Maybe they were told the occasional sad, whispered story whenever a curious Elf wanted to know about that empty workbench that no one was allowed to use or certain tools that no one was allowed to touch. Maybe Aulë’s Maiar would share memories of a precious sibling who was lost. Who could blame them for maybe, in their grief, leaving out the bit about his defection? The Ainur are old, even by Elven standards, perhaps as far as they were concerned, he wasn’t long gone. So the Elves working in Aulë’s Halls learn of a beloved Maia, who’s no-longer around, and call them Mairon, because that’s what they learn of him.

(How exactly this second one fits into the bastard man going around and calling himself Mairon, I neither know nor care. I am here for the emotions. Maybe he caught wind of it and was like “Oh yes, this will do nicely”.)

#mairon #sauron #aule #silmarillion #i went to double check some stuff before writing this #and all i got was information on the name marion XD #some amendments needed to be made to the search XD #there's plenty of other possibilities as to where this particular name came from #but these were just the two that were floating around my head today and i wanted to share #i feel like some of this isn't written as coherently as it could have been XD

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matrixaffiliate · 4 years

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Chapter Update! FFN and AO3

Happy Saturday! Two chapters today, and then we have two chapters on October 31st, and this lovely little story comes to its end. See you next week!

Chapter 18

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Not after all the work he went through to put this together.

But it was happening. And as the wedding guests cheered for this random village idiot, Ted wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp.

"Hey mate," Kalil was at his side, grabbing hold of his arm and tugging him away, "can you lend me a hand with something?" Kalil looked over at Vic, "I promise to bring your boyfriend back in a jiffy."

"Sure," Vic's voice was a bit off, but Ted couldn't pull himself out of his own despondent state enough to be able to focus on it.

He followed Kalil as his friend pulled him by the elbow over to where Maira was standing in an uncrowded part of the room.

"It'll be alright," Maira squeezed his hand. "We can find another spot that would work just as well."

"No," Ted shook his head. "That jack-wad ruined everything, I won't be the sloppy follow up to a third-rate performer. I'm not proposing tonight, I'll figure something else out. Thanks for trying you two, I'm sorry it disintegrated on us."

"You're still going to ask her, right?" Kalil put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Of course, I am!" Ted huffed and resisted the urge to punch the wall. "Just, not like this. Not now."

Maira gave him a hug and when she pulled back, he saw tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Ted, that man is someone my dad works with and invited. I had no idea, I'm so sorry."

Ted let out a long breath, "It isn't your fault, Mai. I just, yeah." He turned to Kalil. "Thanks for saving me. I think I can go back to Vic with my head in reality again."

"Any time, mate, and if you need to head out, we won't be offended. You do what you need to do for you and Vic, alright?"

Ted pulled his best mate into a hug, "Thanks."

He gave them one last attempt at a smile and then turned back to where Vic was still standing, and she was staring daggers at the man who had proposed not five minutes ago. She looked as angry as he felt, and Ted was pretty sure he knew why.

Ted moved to her and took her hand.

"You knew."

Vic's eyes went huge and she looked down at her shoes. "I don't think I know what you're talking about."

He ran a hand over his face, "Why don't we step out for a bit, I think there's a lot to talk about."

Vic looked up long enough to nod at him, but her eyes moved to the floor again as they maneuvered through the crowd to outside the reception hall.

"Vic," Ted moved them to sit on a bench he'd found, "You don't need to play dumb. I saw the way you were looking at the man that proposed. You knew I was going to ask you tonight, didn't you?"

Vic shook her head, "I didn't know, I hoped you would though. Your clues, and the way you were acting leading up to today, I just, I wanted it to be tonight. And once I wanted it to be tonight, well I sort of started making it that way in my mind. Hence the new dress and making Dominique help do my hair and make-up tonight. I wanted to look amazing."

"You look gorgeous," Ted kissed her hand.

Vic's smile didn't meet her eyes, "I, I should tell you there's one other thing that made me think you'd ask me tonight."

Ted frowned, "What?"

"I found the ring box. When I went to get my purse, while you were meeting my family, the strap caught between the dash and the glove box, and I had to unlock it to get it unstuck. I didn't open it!" She hurried on, "But tonight was the first thing I thought of when I started thinking about when you might ask."

Ted gave a hollow chuckle, "And here I thought I'd managed to take you totally by surprise."

"Ted, just because I suspected it didn't make it any less amazing. I've never been this excited before. I kept going over and over again the different ways you might do it and how you might say it. I still would have been surprised because I didn't know what you'd say or how you'd go about it."

"The worst part is that I almost asked you three different times today." Ted shook his head. "I almost threw the plan out the window and just did it because the moment felt right. But I was an idiot and I didn't and now it's all ruined because one prig couldn't bother to clear a proposal with the bride and groom first."

"Kalil and Maira knew?" Vic smiled.

"Yep," Ted kicked his feet out in front of him. "Helped me plan it out and everything. Figured I'd do the polite thing and get their blessing to use their wedding as my proposal setting."

"You're a better man than that toe-rag then." Vic took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

"A better man who didn't get the proposal he'd worked months to prepare." He wanted to pummel something.

"It doesn't have to be anything big and grand," Vic bumped his shoulder. "I just want to be yours."

"But you deserve more than that, love," Ted shook his head. "You deserve something that sweeps you off your feet. Something that shows you exactly how much I love you, how important you are to me."

Vic's free hand moved to his face and Ted looked over at her in time for her lips to capture his. Her kiss was soft, reassuring, and Ted let it be his balm in the midst of this huge disappointment.

"You might think I deserve some amazing proposal, but all I want is to be yours, and I don't care how we get there."

Ted pulled her close and held her against his chest. Vic was everything, and he realized that she was everything because he wanted the same end result as she did. He wanted to face life with her by his side, regardless of the curve balls life would throw at them and the loose rock that would try and trip them up, he wanted Vic by his side through all of it.

But he wasn't going to ask tonight. He wasn't going to mar their engagement with all the anger and frustration he felt towards a complete stranger. He'd calm down first, plan something new, and then he'd propose.

"I'm going to ask you to marry me, but not tonight." He moved his thumb over her ring finger. "I'm not going to start our engagement angry at an arsehole that ruined my plans."

"I understand," Vic squeezed his hand. "I'm pretty upset with him too."

"If I show you your ring, will you promise not to beat me to proposing?"

Vic laughed, "I won't ask, and you don't need to show it to me. I don't want to see it until I can keep it."

"Fair enough," Ted pulled her into him as they looked out at the twilight settling around them.

"Do you want to go back inside?" Vic asked after they'd sat in silence for a while.

"Think we can avoid the berk for the rest of the night?" Ted laughed.

"Yeah," Vic smirked, "And I'm sure he's a shite dancer, he might have stolen your plans, but he definitely can't show you up on the dance floor."

"You want to take a turn around the dance floor to prove the idiot is an upstart?"

"Yes. Will you butcher Hamlet's love letters for me while you're at it?" Vic moved her lips to speak against his.

"I'll butcher Shakespear quotes for you all night if you'd like." Ted captured her lips and for the first time since his plans had been completely foiled, he felt the briefest glimmer of hope. It hadn't ended the way he wanted it to, but he still had Vic, and as long as he still had her, he was better off than every sod in England.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Ted and Vic spent that weekend together, and Ted didn't bother to lock the ring in his glove box. It sat on his chest of drawers now, in plain sight of the woman he bought it for.

It had all unraveled on him, his weeks of well-laid plans had ended up being for nothing. But spending the weekend with Vic seemed to assuage the major blow to his ego and Ted walked into work on Monday morning feeling almost back to normal.

That came with the caveat that he was now having a hard time focusing on anything that didn't involve planning his next proposal. He tried valiantly to set it aside until later that evening, to focus on his work and the here and now, but not even two hours into the day, it was starting to show that he was failing at it.

"Are you alright, Ted?" Ron stepped into Ted's office. How that man remained CEO of two companies baffled Ted, but it was nice to have the familiar face around for the half the week Ron was at their building.

"Er, yeah," Ted nodded, but Ron still looked concerned.

"You haven't responded to my meeting invite from this morning yet."

Ted panicked. "Sorry! I thought I hit accept!" He immediately turned to his monitor, opened Ron's email, and hit accept on the meeting invite.

Ron came and sat opposite him. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, sorry, my personal life is trying to distract me today. I'll get it in check."

Ron shook his head. "Ted, you're family. Your godfather is my brother, which as far as I'm concerned makes you my nephew. Do you want to talk about what's going on?"

Ted blinked. He sometimes forgot that Ron saw him as family, not as an employee.

"I'd appreciate it if this didn't leave the two of us," Ted took a deep breath, "I'm trying to work out how to propose to Victoire."

Ron grinned and held out his hand. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks," Ted grinned as he shook Ron's had, "I'm sorry it's taking over my brain."

"Sounds like you might be antsy to get on with it if you're that preoccupied over it."

"Maybe you're right," Ted mused over the comment and chuckled. "To be honest, I've been a bit preoccupied with Vic since I met her."

Ron laughed, "Well if you need to take any time off to make this happen, let me know. I'm sure we can manage without you for a little bit."

"Thanks, Ron," Ted smiled, "I'll get back to it."

"Good man," Ron nodded and headed back to his office.

Ted however leant back in his desk chair, mulling over Ron's comment. It sort of made sense, that he wanted to get on with proposing to Vic. He'd been waiting to do it since he met her, really; he'd waited for over a year now. He waited for her to leave Sean. He waited for her to come back to him. He waited for her to say she loved him back. And then he'd waited so he could set up the perfect proposal. He'd been patient. And he realized he was tired of waiting. He wanted to get on with their lives. He wanted to wake up to her every day. He wanted to introduce his wife, not his girlfriend. Ted wanted to stop waiting, he wanted to start moving forward in long strides through life, with Vic by his side.

His eye caught the bright blue of Vic's sticky note on their "antique time stamp machine" sign and an idea started to form. He'd first flirted with her, first fallen for her, first kissed her, first told her he loved her, all in an office. You might even say he had set a precedent.

Ted sent a quick message to Ron to let him know he'd be out for the next few hours before grabbing his blazer and heading out the door.

His first stop was his flat since like an idiot he'd stopped keeping the ring in his glove box. He contemplated swinging by a florist on his way to her office, but he decided against it. He didn't have that much time, and he reasoned if he showed up with flowers, she would realize what he was up to. That wouldn't do, after all, he'd promised her she'd never see it coming.

A part of Ted was aware that he was flying by the seat of his pants in all this but he was afraid he'd lose his momentum if he stopped and thought it all the way through. He had no idea what he was doing, just what the end result needed to be. And so, he found himself in the elevator of Vic's office building with trembling hands as he had the first moment of silence to consider how off the cuff this whole thing had been. But he was committed now, no matter how nervous he felt, this was it.

"Good morning," the receptionist smiled at him. "How can I help you?"

"I'm just hoping to surprise my girlfriend, Victoire Weasley, and take her out for an early lunch." Ted lied. This stranger didn't need to know what he was really doing.

"Oh, that's nice of you. Do you know where her office is?"

"Yeah, alright if I just step back and collect her?" Ted actually had a very minimal idea of where Vic was, but he really didn't want this woman to take him back to her.

The lady smiled and nodded him toward the door to her right. "Off you go, then."

Grateful for a clue as to where to start, Ted tried to reason his way through this next bit. The logical part of his brain said to simply ask someone, but he wasn't listening to the logical side of his brain. He wanted to surprise her, and that meant he couldn't risk any well-meaning individual trying to be helpful and show him the way. There were cubicles everywhere and Ted tried to put on the air of a man who knew where he was going. As long as he looked confident, he reasoned that no one would have reason to suspect him of being a lost little puppy in need of help. He moved through the maze of cubicles and tried to listen for any clues that might tell him where he ought to go. He realized a lot of these cubicles' occupants weren't present and he briefly started to worry there was some department-wide meeting Vic might currently be in.

With that thought plaguing him, Ted was almost ready to grab his phone and text her when by chance he saw that one of the main offices against the wall listed Emmeline Vance as its occupant.

Bingo. Vic had to be close to her boss' office, right?

Ted turned to survey the surrounding cubicles, still mostly empty, and tried to keep from cheering aloud when he caught sight of Vic's golden hair.

Fate was looking out for him.

Or not, he thought as his nerves hit him full-blast. But Ted had a habit of seeing things through, even if he might be doing something foolish. So, he commanded his feet to move.

"Hey," He leant up against the opening of her cubicle, trying to gain the physical support from it more than the nonchalant air that it gave him.

Vic spun in her desk chair and cried out. "Ted! What? How did you find your way back here?"

Ted felt like his throat was closing up he was so nervous. So instead of answering her, he stepped up next to her and knelt on one knee.

"What are you doing?" Vic's eyes were the size of saucers.

"I'm not waiting anymore," Ted pulled the ring from his pocket and opened it. "Vic, will you marry me?"

Vic's mouth dropped open and her hands moved to her face in the same instant. "Oh my gosh!"

"Well?" Ted felt his nerves trying to push out in laughter.

Vic's head nodded as she tried to find her voice, but Ted didn't give her any more time to find it. He pressed up and caught her lips with his as his elation shoved all the nervousness he'd felt out through his shoes and filled him with a sense of relief and excitement. He poured all of those feelings into his kiss, keeping her as close as he could and being spurred on by the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him to her.

"Did you want to grab lunch with me?" Ted slowed them a bit, realizing that while Ron might have protected Vic from being fired for snogging in the office, Emmeline might not be so lenient.

"I want to run away and elope with you!" Vic laughed. "But I'll settle for lunch." She kissed him again and Ted resisted the urge to deepen it.

"Right now, I'll settle for getting you out of this office." Ted chuckled and pulled the ring from its box before grabbing Vic's hand and sliding it on her finger.

Vic smiled down at her hand. "Yeah, let's get out of here. I think I can get away with a bit of a long lunch today."

Ted stole one more kiss, a long lunch sounded exactly like what they needed right now.

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flvorescent · 4 years

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♡ ♡ ♡ updates ♡ ♡ ♡

NEW TEST MUSES

eloa ‘el’ montes, 25 (25-27), dance instructor, fc: camila mendes

shina ido, 22 (22-24), pediatric physician assistant, fc: nana komatsu

maira ‘mai’ jenkins, 27 (26-29), radio dj, fc: naomi scott

*** like this post if you’d like to plot with any of them and i’ll come hit you up !!

#ooc ramblingz #indie rp

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evabellasworld · 4 years

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Alexsandr Kallus x OC

Ambush: Chapter 3

Masterlist: 1 │2 │3│4│5

Also on AO3

OC: Emma Tua

Chained by her handcuffs, Emma strutted along the streets on Christophsis, gleaming. Kallus, disguised in stormtrooper armour, saluted to the superior officers passing by him, with a blaster pointed at Emma's back. "Walk faster, you rebel scum," he poked her with his blaster. "We don't have all day."

She gave a mischievous grin as she fastened her pace, going along with Kallus's plan. "So what now, hotshot?" she muttered, underneath her breath. "You haven't explained your plan yet."

"I'll take you to the hangar bay and explained to them that I caught you," he explained, not missing out any details. "Then, when I give a nod to the commander, you knocked me out and dragged me to your ship, where we made our escape. Once we're in space, we jumped into hyperspace. Do I make myself clear, Emma?"

"Understood," she acknowledged, as she continued to walk on the streets.

"And also, don't hit me too hard," he added. "I don't want any bumps and bruises around my head."

"Don't worry, handsome," Emma purred, giving him a wink. "I'll be gentle with you."

Kallus looked down and away as he heard her giggling at him. Oh my, he thought. Is she trying to flirt with me? Somehow, I'm still convinced that I've met her before but where? Does she have any siblings working for the Empire? If so, which department did she worked in?

Emma glanced at his hazel eyes and couldn't find herself to contain her smile. Did I make him blush underneath that bucket head? It hides too much of his handsome face and his rugged hair. He looks so much better in a Rebel uniform than in an Imperial uniform. And his voice, oh my! It's so deep. I wonder how he looks like without his shirt and pants.

"Don't mind me asking a forbidden question, Emma," Kallus broke the awkward silence between them. "But how old are you?"

"I'm 31 years old," she answered. "And you're 11 years older than me, which makes you 42 years old."

He let out a sigh. "How much did Maira told me about you?"

"Oh, she tells us everything," she mused. "Even the part where you ate a worm you found at the schoolyard."

He covered his face with hands. "I was seven," he stammered, defending himself. "I thought they tasted like sweets."

She burst into laughter as tears of happiness poured on her cheeks. "The whole crew and I had a good laugh at that story."

Kallus tightened his lips underneath his helmet as he passed by a squad of stormtroopers, making him hit her harder with his blaster. "Hurry up, you scumbag," he barked. "Or I'll blasts you into bits."

Emma exclaimed as she gave a death glare at Kallus, before smirking. "If you wanted to be rough on me, just say so, sweetie."

He loaded his blaster, gesturing her to keep moving. She gave a slight nod as she dragged her feet on the crystalline road, looking at the skyscrapers towering above her. With the sun shining above them, she noticed the streets filled with Imperial troops and vehicles circling around it, marking its territory.

Eva and Lira told me about this place before, she pondered. There was an intense battle here during the Clone Wars. The Republic scored its victory here until it was transformed into the Galactic Empire. Everything changed, with me and Maketh and Carter enlisting, before deciding to abandoned our post. Carter and I were lucky but Maketh, she didn't get a chance to restart her life.

"You're alright?" Kallus noticed a frown on her face.

She took a deep breath and puts on a facade. "Worry about me, darling?" her lips curved into a smile.

He scratched the back of his helmet as his cheeks turned pink underneath the helmet, with his palms feeling clammy. "Does anyone ever tell you to toned down that charm of yours?"

Emma chuckled as she covered her mouth. "You find me charming, eh?"

"No, of course not. It's just that..."

"Don't be shy, Alex," she hummed, biting her lower lips. "A woman loves it when her man is confident with his words."

Kallus felt tongue-tied as he continued to march, avoiding her seductive, honey eyes, which matched her dark, brunette hair and tanned skin. I must say, he took a glimpse of a small mole beside her heart-shaped lips. Out of all the women I've met in my life, Emma is quite beautiful. Maira, well, she's alright. Agent Kwon, she's not my type and Minister Tua, I find her too cold, although Emma resembles her the most and has the same surname. Are they related?

As they both reached Hangar Bay 6, Emma noticed her ship was anchored with two gravity locks underneath it. Using her fingers, she counted dozens of stormtroopers patrolling the hangar, searching through her ship. "Hey Alex," she nudged his elbow. "Is unlocking our ship part of your plan?"

He swallowed a huge lump of saliva as he noticed an ISB agent, with short, black hair and porcelain skin, briefing towards the commander. "I'm thinking of a new one right now," he stuttered, feeling his lips dry. "Just be patient."

"We don't have all day, my dear," Emma deadpanned.

Finishing her talk with the commander, she approached the both of them, causing Alex to gripped on her arms. "Act natural," he whispered, as he straightened his posture.

"LS-5011," the agent spoke, in a harsh voice. "You were supposed to report your position an hour ago. Where were you?"

"Agent Kwon," Kallus cleared his throat. "I've lost my comlink while chasing the rebels but I've managed to capture Emma Tua."

"And Alexsandr Kallus?" she glared icily. "What about him?"

"Unfortunately, he managed to get away from the city. My apologies, ma'am."

Agent Kwon rolled her eyes as she groaned in frustration. "I know Alexsandr Kallus when he was still my senior," she said. "He's a cunning and clever man."

Kallus held his breath as he felt his heart racing faster than usual. This is bad, he sweats. I didn't think ISB would get involved in this. I must find another way to escape without my former junior noticing.

"In that case, we just tighten our grip on this planet," she continued. "We must not let that traitor escaped right under our nose."

Agent Kwon stared at Emma, before shifting her focus towards the disguised stormtrooper. "Take her to the detention level," she ordered. "I'll be questioning her later."

Kallus bobbed his head, in a reluctant manner. "Yes, Agent Kwon."

#star wars #star wars oc #star wars rebels fanfic #agent kallus #agent kallus imagine #alexsandr kallus #alexsandr kallus imagine #hot kallus #star wars original character #emma tua #tua siblings #maketh tua #minister maketh tua #star wars fanfiction #kallus x oc

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mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips · 2 months

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What scene are u getting flashbacks for??

That gorgeous scene in 4.06 where they start by talking about the fake firefighter, but end up talking about Shannon. And how Eddie will always, always love her, and miss her, but he needs to allow himself to look for other chances, other people.

(And yes, the Ana of it all, ugh, but.)

I feel like Eddie has grown as a person, and if this is a conversation of a similar vein, of allowing himself things, not being defined by any one thing (being a father, being a paramedic/firefighter, etc), well... 👀

#Maira answers things #Musings #911 #911 abc #S7 spoilers #Kinda #Eddie Diaz my beloved #Bobby is the Firefam Dad

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characterrevolvingdoors · 2 years

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"That you're very powerful." (for any muse you want!)

Maira blinked a bit, looking down at her hands for a moment before raising her eyes again. "It's not surprising that's being spread around. I'm sure it originated from the Kirin Tor. The daughter of two wielders of Atiesh, one being the Guardian of Tirisfal, must be powerful." She smiled softly. "But rest assured that I am no more powerful than any other mage."

#maira aran #world of warcraft #warcraft #world of warcraft rp #warcraft rp #many muses one mun #warcraft ocs #world of warcraft oc #world of warcraft ocs #i don't often get to whip maira out #she's an underutilized girl #but don't let her fool you #she is hecking powerful

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ericbrandonrp · 4 years

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@thc-wrong-side-of-heaven asked: Moira?

Send a name and my muse will tell you if they would give it to their child or not - and why

“...tha’s...too close for comfort. It’s a beautiful name, bu’ me d--well, someone I once knew was called Maira, an’ I really...I really don’t need a remoinder’f tha’ name in me loife.”

#thcwrongsideofheaven #Nita x Eric #;eric speaking #//this got feelsy...

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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☀️Tony Stark uwu

|Send a ☀️ for my muse to talk about thier mother. (he don't got a father one XD) "Just got more and more changes coming to your way uh kid?" Tony expressed as he walked into his lab, two coffee in hand and an iced one for Brook that he went and set down beside her at her little desk he set up for those times she would make herself at home in his lab space. Not quite returning to his work yet as he instead took preach against the wall. To sip at his eighth coffee of the day himself. He was prepping for a long night so he was pacing out the caffeine today. "What still unsure about Peggy?" he soon questioned after. Eh it was fair, Steve wouldn't question her return the blue wonder still smitten with her years later. Nina seemed pretty excited herself about the prospect of Peggy becoming part of thier life. Brooklyn though? seemed hesitant. Which was amazing seeing what all she was willing to believe in? Guess there was a whole lot more going on behind the doe eye kid when it came to the new addition to her family. Change is hard to handle. Lowering his cup and tipped his head back to the wall. Thinking about his own mom, Maira, the thing with him and his dad he felt most knew well enough to never even bring them up around Tony. Mom though? Nah that was different.

"You got a lot of people who care about you. Got a dad who is willing to fight the world after nearly losing you. A sister who will prank you hard but if anyone else dared to mess with you? she becomes thier worse nightmare. Got the rest of the team as extended family, Astrid who clearly loves and adores you for who you are. You went from a life of being used and manipulated by someone claiming to be your father out of control to all you got now. To this huge family that you feel safe and secure with so someone new coming in? got be a big change to what you know it all is like uh?" he questioned a little, "See I wasn't close with my dad personally, honestly if I ever saw him I can't say it be..pleasant. My mom though? we were close I mean for one she was the one always around. Yeah I get running a business isn't easy but look I run one, managed this team, and babysit three super soldiers on a daily basis." he went to point out then shrugged it off "My mom though was always there like I said. I woke up she was there I go to bed she was there. Scarped my knee? she helps dry up my tears and take care of them. I was all about my mom just like your all about your dad. Didn't mean there wasn't space for more in my life." Sliding down against the wall so he could now sit to the floor. "My mom was great she knew me though so she knew the care I needed to truly understand me. When my dad and I fought she knew how to defuse my tempers, knew how to speak to me. She was perfect in my eyes because she had always been there no matter what. Nothing could stop her love for me even when I was getting into trouble as I got older. Money can do that to ya, I was never a disappointment in her eyes...even if I felt like I should be. Mom was pretty much the only consistent thing in my life growing up I could count on my mother for anything and everything. My dad? he felt like a stranger in my life trying to come in and have a say on stuff he didn't even know about. And that can be a weird thing to deal with someone coming into your life when you feel you already have all you need, changing your family up?" he began to elaborate on where he was going when he began to talk to her now. "situation different kid but I do get why you are hesitant why you worry if you can even trust what is going on. Not just from your own background but cause well it's a weird thing to deal with not everyone can understand. And with how close you are to your dad that just adds to your worries what if he gets hurt after all right? that's the-" he trailed off a bit, he lost his mom she was killed. Taken from him and that wound never healed, having to go through his life without her after always having her just be there? "it's a fear that doesn't always follow logic it's an emotion so deeply embedded into you. When you only got the one parent you have a safety net with them anyone else coming in? it sets things off a bit. You're protective of that parent because they do so much for and you can't dear to even imagine anything hurting them. So when something could? well it's hard to trust." turning to look at her now. "But hey sometimes you have to remember the parent you trust so much may know something you don't, I never understood how my mom could love my dad but somehow my mom was the women who changed my dad too. Steve may be able to just tell something about Peggy that you aren't able to see." he soon smirked "course if you really need more to go off we can do some DNA testing?"

#muse| tony stark #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ Pulling all nighters - aflockoffeathers]#meme answers #stayed qeued #((I feel out of anyone Tony may be able to in the least really understand where Brook is coming from))

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