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the-hard-deck · 2 years

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Why do people hate the Charlie/Mav ship so much, to the point they hate Charlie's character? Thoughts on the ship??

I don’t know all of the reasons people hate Charlie/Mav - I believe some people in fandom have written about why they dislike the ship, so you may want to search for those posts. I don’t hate Charlie, but I don’t think she and Maverick are right for each other, and in my opinion, they both behave badly in the relationship.

I know the “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” scene is Iconic, but actually, I almost always skip it when I rewatch ‘86. When Maverick is singing to Charlie, they are surrounded by men. There’s no way for Charlie to leave the situation if she wants to. I find it uncomfortable to watch, and it’s made further uncomfortable by Maverick following her into the woman’s bathroom. Not an auspicious start to any relationship, I think.

On Charlie’s part, I never got the sense that she’s interested in Maverick in any long-term way. The “I’ve fallen for you” part has never rung true for me,and nothing in the movie makes me understand why she goes back at the end. And I do think Charlie only asked him out the first time to pump him for information about the MiG. She also doesn’t seem to understand his feelings about Goose’s death; like Viper, she wants him to move on with his career without really processing.

There are some sweet moments between them. I like the scene before Maverick faces the Board of Inquiry when she says she’ll be there if he needs her, and I also like what their conversation on the first date reveals about both their characters. Neither of them seems to think it’s any serious thing - when she finds him in the restaurant, he says “I heard you took that job in Washington” - which indicates to me that it was only ever a fling. I don’t think it lasts long past the first movie, especially since Mav flamed out of teaching after two months.

#thanks for asking!#ask games

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perilovs · 2 years

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(hwang hyunjin, cismale, he/him) MAVERICK PARK is the newest evergreen eagle! they’re 21 years old from SALEM, OREGON joining us at evergreen to study INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS. have you heard BIG ENERGY by LATTO? it reminds me of them because they’re so MAGNETIC and SOCIABLE, but also super DECEIVING at times. i hope we catch them around campus soon!

name: maverick park nickname: mav age: 21 pronouns: he/him sexuality: pansexual hobbies: competitive gaming, comic book movies, cooking (badly) languages: english (fluent), korean (conversational), spanish (barely) extracurricular: theta lamda social chair, men’s soccer

background and wcs under the cut.

background:

france, italy, hong kong, singapore — mav's mom loved to see the sights so much she couldn't make time to stay home. his dad did his own traveling from corporate offices into conference rooms, so mav and his brother were raised by their grandma, away from the city and by lake oswego where their parent's owned an estate. his grandma stumbled through her english but communicated well enough with sharp pinches to his side (behave!). it was thanks to her influence that he grew up without pomp and pretense despite his dad's money -- free to run half-wild, digging his toes in the pebbly beach behind their home. the private school in the area was small, intimate, and maverick stayed mostly out of trouble -- or at least tried not to get caught. his favorite excuse was he never went out looking for trouble, it was just always looking for him.

he's not the favorite child. as the second son he's an afterthought. the spare. he learned early not to bother demanding his parent's attention, and just lazed around doing the bare minimum while his brother excelled. he dropped violin and took up soccer on whim, and it earned him a scholarship to egu. he's been hanging around campus ever since.

personality:

mav doesn't like standing out. he's more wingman than leader, and is usually half a step behind whoever he's walking with because he doesn't like to lead. the only time he gets really intense is when he's on the soccer field or playing smash bros -- otherwise he's chill and comfortable in his own skin, lazing around boneless half on your lap because he's not the greatest about personal space.

is viciously loyal to his friends. they're family to him, and he ignores their faults and takes their side even when they're wrong. not a good thing -- but he hates being alone and doesn't want to risk losing them. it makes him more willing to overlook and forgive.

some say he got social chair only because he's willing to pay for anything. looking at him -- you wouldn't think mav comes from money. he doesn't talk about it and shies from any conversation about his family. but it shows in his obvious shoe addiction, and even if his clothes aren't flashy they're brand name. he's the one to pay when he's out with anybody, a kneejerk instinct to slide his visa over because there's a part of him that's insecure and thinks that's why you hang around -- because he pays for shit.

wanted connections:

- messy exes. mav doesn't like talking about feelings and can hold a grudge. - best friend, ride or die, sometimes a little too close to die because double idiots - a crush!! tries to be all smooth but is mostly awkward about it - someone who has a crush on him and he's all "do not see" because he doesn't want to hurt their feelings - somebody who just hangs around him because he pays for stuff, so he's slowly getting resentful about it - enemies!! maybe over something stupid like they embarrassed him at mario kart during a party, or maybe they just don't vibe - frenemies. nice to your face, talks shit behind your back and lies when confronted. - fwbs. comfortable and easy, no strings, helping each other scratch that itch then ordering pizza and watching true crime after sex.

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crassussativum · 4 years

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ooc- Enemies and Allies: Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The clinic where they found Beacon was on a tiny asteroid outpost with an unpronounceable name. It was cobbled together out of a fair number of rundown looking prefabs but in better shape than Crassus would have thought one could be and staffed by more people than he would have reasonably expected. Two or three nurses, not closer to the ten that he spotted and Beacon wasn’t the only doctor making the rounds. He was the only turian though, the rest of the patients and staff either human and batarian with a few krogan milling about. It should have been a nice mixing pot of hate and discontent across species but everyone was behaving themselves. Still, Crassus found his hand resting atop his sidearm and he saw Mav doing the same.

Beacon noticed Mav and dropped a whole tray of instruments in surprise as he backed away from them. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? Well, I was hopin’ you’d maybe be willin’ to restock my med-kits. See, I got in a real bad fight and-”

“A fight? A fight? By all the Spirits Mav there’s a price on your head for what you did!” Beacon hissed at him, his eyes wide and his mandibles flared as he bent to pick up the tools of his trade. He never took his eyes off Mav.

“That was fast.” Mav tapped his talons on the butt of his gun. “How much?”

“Enough to build an actual clinic and have plenty left over to retire comfortably.”

“Careful now, talkin’ like that makes me think you’d sell me up the river. You don’t want me to think that, Argos.” Mav drawled, his eyes narrowing at the other turian.

Beacon paled at the use of his given name and dropped his tools again, scrambling now to gather them. “No, no of course not. We’re friends, Mav, aren’t we friends?”

“Y’know, I dunno.” The smaller turian hummed. “See, I don’t have a lot of friends to begin with and I’ve lost three of them this week alone. I’m startin’ to think the big guy here might be my only friend and I know he don’t like me much. But you wouldn’t sell me up the river for a little bit of slaver credits, would you, big guy?”

Crassus twitched his mandibles and shook his head. “No, Mav, I wouldn’t.”

“Nah, nah you’re good like that.” Mav nodded his head a few times and took a couple of steps closer to Beacon. “But I’ve got more problems than a price on my head, Argos. I stumbled across Fiend’s ship the other day. You wanna guess what I found?”

Beacon’s shoulders hunched up. “I can’t imagine.”

He took another step. “I found her dead,” He said. “With a hole in her chest as big as me. With a Geth arm at her feet. And that’s really not even what’s got me so upset, Argos. Fiend was followin’ a signal, my signal it so happens. My signal that I’ve never used. Can you imagine why that might rub me the wrong way?”

Beacon sprang up from the floor at the same instant Mav reached for him and Crassus reached to pull his gun from its holster. The two struck out at each other but it was the smaller turian that fell back clutching at his neck.

“You fucker!” He hissed and stumbled on his feet. “What’d you jab me with?”

Beacon held both hands up at chest level, one empty and one holding a hypo-syringe. “Just a sedative!” He yelped. “Just a sedative! By the Spirits, Mav you bring nothing but trouble and I just don’t want any trouble here. This is a safe, neutral space, and I want it to stay that way.”

“Then I’ll drag you outside and beat you.” Mav snarled but already he wobbled on his feet, moving backwards to lean himself against the wall. “Holy fuck, I can’t believe you stuck me with that shit. Big guy, shoot him for me.”

Crassus blinked, looking down the sight of his gun. “He’s one of ours.” He said tightly.

“So shoot him in the leg then.”

He lowered his gun by a degree as Beacon stared at him like he really would shoot and not just to wound. “Drop the syringe and keep your hands where I can see them.”

“You’re no fun, big guy.”

“Thank you, thank you.” The other agent stammered and did as he was told.

“Ah, fuck you, Argos, you sneaky little shit.” Mav muttered and slid down the wall he was leaned against. “That… that is real fast actin’… fuck.”

“It’s meant for krogan,” Beacon told them, his tones almost apologetic but not quite.

“Y’know I’m torn between bein’ proud of myself that you think you needed somethin’ that strong for me, and bein’ pissed that you used it on me.” He said, his head starting to dip toward his chest.

“After what you did, yes, Mav, I think that sedative was needed to contain you.”

“Didn’t come ‘ere to ‘urt you, jus’ to talk.” Mav slurred. “Fuck.”

“Mav?” Crassus knelt beside him, keeping his gun pointed at Beacon and felt around his throat for his pulse. It was slow but strong.

The smaller agent blinked at him, eyes dull and pupils blown wide. “Don’t let nobody kill me, big guy.”

“I won’t.” He promised as Mav’s head tipped down the rest of the way. He stood again, putting his body between the smaller turian and the other agent. “Kick that syringe toward me and then sit on the floor.”

Beacon caught the syringe under his foot and then kicked it over. Crassus kept him pinned with the gun as he picked it up and scanned the label, beyond relieved when he saw that it was just a sedative. He put it in his pocket for safe keeping.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t know for a fact that Mav’s a danger.” He said defensively.

He flicked his mandibles lightly in agreement. “He did only plan to talk to you… As far as I know.” He amended after a moment because he didn’t think one could ever predict Mav’s reactions to things.

“About Fiend? I haven’t seen her in months.” Beacon said.

“I don’t think that matters,” Crassus muttered. “Mav tells me you’re the only agent with semi-regular contact with every operative in the Terminus. That you might potentially be the only one with the knowledge of how to covertly pull that special signal and repurpose it.”

Beacon’s mandibles fluttered. “It… it is something I could do, yes.” He admitted at length. “And yes, I would have the time to do it. At one point or another I’ve treated every operative for injuries. But I didn’t do it. I have no reason to.”

“Not even for money? Your clinic here isn’t exactly top of the line.”

“I wouldn’t sell out my own.” The other agent hissed. “Not even for better equipment or supplies. The clinic makes due, the mercenaries I treat pay well not to be outted or killed on the operating table. And as I told Mav, this is neutral ground in every way. I’m just here to treat sick people.”

Crassus’ mandibles worked along his jaw. Of course he and Mav both had expected denial, but he heard no hint of falsehood in Beacon’s tones. He seemed genuine enough even if he had drugged Mav…

“If not you, with the means and opportunity to do so, then who?” He asked and let it leak into his tones that he didn’t strictly believe Beacon but that he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Oneiric or Nival could.” He said, again at length in a way that made Crassus feel all kinds of suspicious. “But… but I would put my money on Nival before Oneiric. He suffered a severe brain injury some years ago and he’s never been all that right to begin with. Do you understand what I mean?”

“No, I don’t think that I do.”

“I mean that he was always a little odd but he’s outer colony and-” Beacon looked up at him and seemed to just notice that his paint was outer colony “-and I mean no offense by that, just that… well, he’s odd. Very odd. And that was before a mercenary fractured his skull so badly we had to pick pieces of it out of his brain. The last time I happened to treat him, he was showing signs of mental and cognitive deterioration along with paranoia. I reported it, of course I did, but he went to ground.”

Crassus heaved a sigh. “So of course you know no way to contact him.”

The other agent shrugged. “I suppose, you could try to call him, but he won’t answer. And I mean you specifically. He’s terrified of Mav, like most of us are...”

He glanced over his should at Mav passed out against the wall. Chin touching his chest and drooling as he breathed heavily, he couldn’t be called scary. But he was akin to a sleeping varren, just a moment away from destruction.

“What makes you think I’m not as dangerous as he is?” Crassus asked.

Beacon blinked. “You didn’t shoot me when he told you to.” He said and slowly got to his feet, hands still held aloft. Crassus kept him in the sights of his pistol.

“You’re Blackwatch, too.”

“I’m not sure that distinction matters to Mav.” The other agent said. “He doesn’t see enemies or allies, he sees people for what they are, he holds them accountable for their actions regardless of consequences and that’s what makes him so dangerous. If I were you, I’d ask for a different partner because Mav will get you killed in short order.”

Crassus thinned his mandibles along his jaw. “How long until the sedative wears off?”

Beacon’s mandibles fell along his jaw in a resigned way and he wondered if that warning had been genuine, too. “Around two hours for him. He’ll wake roughly; nauseated, disoriented and moody. He might experience some vertigo off and on for a few days. Try to keep him sober for at least a day. Easier said than done, I know, but for his sake, try. And then try to convince him to lay low. The price offered for his head is high but it’s pennies compared to the one for him alive.”

#ooc #writing #my writting #fanfiction #Mass Effect #Enemies and Allies #chapter 18 #no warnings for this chapter

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