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fitzfallen · 2 months

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"My camera roll is all I have left of you."

#agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#aos #jemma simmons #fitzsimmons #leo fitz #leopold fitz #agents of shield season 3 #4772 hours #4772 #maveth

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hiddenvioletsgrow · 10 months

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Agents of Shield text posts part 4!

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agentsofeverything · 6 months

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walking home from college and it's so so cold. fr i'm doing a jemma simmons:

"where is the sun?!?" 😭

#agents of shield #marvel #jemma simmons #fitzsimmons #maveth #elizabeth henstridge

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stulili · 11 months

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Maveth, Original Character Commission

Commissioned by @samrose8888 ! Thank you so much for choosing humble me!

#Commission #art #OC #Original Character #Vampire #DnD #DnD art #Maveth #Illustration #Character design #Action pose #Blood #artist on tumblr

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aintinacage · 1 year

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AOS No Context #34

#marvel #mcu #agents of shield #aos #aos no context #agents of shield cast #marvels agents of shield #ooc #phil coulson #phillip j coulson #clark gregg #maveth #tatooine #Star Wars

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lavendarneverlands · 2 years

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The Astro Ambassadors & Inhumans / Mutants Crossover

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skinny-steve-was-worthy · 2 years

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So, I’m getting towards the middle of Season 3 of Agents of SHIELD and I had no idea how long-lasting a threat HYDRA would turn out to be... Just finished “Maveth” and I think that last 3 minutes was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life... And the episode description for the next one mentions “finish HYDRA once and for all “ I THOUGHT WE DID THAT A SEASON AND A HALF AGOOOOO!!!!! I am very distressedddddd

#Agents of SHIELD #AOS #Agents of SHIELD spoilers #agent phil coulson #HYDRA #s3e10 #Maveth

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himbo-dog · 3 months

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oc tag meme!!

tagged by @halain in directly

name: maveth

nickname(s): to friends, mave, mavey but he only has one person who calls him this. to astarion, his nickname is bloodlust and to rolan his nickname is prince.

gender: transgender male, he/him

star sign: aries

height: 5'10"

orientation: homosexual

race: high elf w/ draconic blood

romancing: astarion in-game, rolan in out-of-game canon

fav fruit: blueberries

fav season: winter, he enjoys the cold. he runs hot.

fav flowers: lily of the valley

fav scent: rain storms and the ocean

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: honeysuckle tea

avg. sleep hours: he does not sleep often, if he does, it's just him resting his eyes. he doesn't enjoy sleeping, he feels vulnerable and doesn't enjoy being woken up either if he is sleeping.

dogs or cats: maveth loves animals, but he favors dogs

dream trip: the sea, somewhere he can see the sunrise and set over the water. Where he can se the moon pull the tide in and out.

amount of blankets: none, he runs hot and doesn't like overheating

random fact(s)

he has a half brother, they share the same father. Maveth was in a relationship with Gortash when his half brother was with Orin The Red, they didn't know each other until much later. Maveth refuses to get to know him.

Maveth and Karlach are best friends, even if he will not admit it to her or around her.

Maveth's favorite food is freshly caught and cooked fish.

If you haven't been tagged yet, you are now!

#oc #oc tag meme #bg3 durge #maveth #bg3 #bg3 oc

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etherealedensims · 23 days

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Once the plan was hatched, Bella and Colden had sent out "applications" to be the founders of their new world, and their first applicant was Dante Maveth. They were a genderfluid werewolf, and more than a little bit excited to start a new world where they might not be looked down on for losing control of a little rage.

Dante was born a werewolf, and never really felt like they fit in... in any way. Werewolves were too focused on themselves and excluded other occults, especially vampires, and Dante didn't really care about werewolf history. Not to mention the "requirement" to get a job and be a productive member of society and make money. It was all just stupid! So when they saw the application to help found a new world, they jumped on the idea - making the new laws together with a bunch of other like-minded individuals? No actual jobs? Sign them right up!

They would be the first to tell you that they are a master maker, and enjoy nothing more than making stuff and tinkering around with the handiness skill. In fact, their passion for handiness is what landed them the first open spot in Ethereal Eden, because Bella and Colden knew they would need someone like them. Unfortunately, they are also quite hot-headed, which makes sense being a werewolf, but they are also loyal to a fault and would follow those they care about into an active volcano.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 bacc #ethereal eden bacc #rotation 1 #dante maveth

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mixing-bowl-of-stories · 5 months

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Tell us about Maveth and Pandoras first meeting! 👀

Actually, I’ll do you one better, here’s a small fic about how that meeting went :)

Death, and his Descendant

A loud ringing sound pierced the eardrums of a small half elf girl, only fourteen. She carefully opens her eyes to the black and lifeless void. Her head is throbbing with the worst pain she’s ever felt, and her vision is blurry.

Pandora sits up, realizing in doing so that she was lying down to begin with. Looking around, she sees nothing but pitch black. The ringing has gone away, only to reveal there to be no noises.

No sound, no visual aspect, no anything.

Until she hears a voice.

“Hello, Pandora.” The voice is an amalgamation of different voices, thousands— no, millions of different voices. At the sound of the strange voice, she jumps violently and curls herself up into a ball in a poor attempt to hide from whoever was talking to her.

“Oh dear…” The voice is now a singular voice, deep, but gentle. She feels a hand on her shoulder. Jumping once more at the gesture, she smacks the hand away and turns around, using her legs to push herself away from whoever the hand belonged to. It is at this point that she realized she was crying, why was she crying? Why was she so scared? What happened?

Looking up, she sees a man that looks very familiar to her. She’d heard plenty of stories about her relatives, including him, but she’d always been told to never say his name out loud to anyone other than her family.

“…Maveth…?”

“So you are familiar with my real name.”

She nods

“I’m sure you are curious as to why my name isn’t spoken to others outside of our family?”

“Mhm.”

“Many people believe that saying my real name brings bad fortune. Besides, many don’t even know my real name anyways, and I prefer that it’s information that stays within the family or those you trust dearly.”

“Oh…”

“Follow me, dear, there is much to talk about.” He offers his hand, Pandora takes it and he pulls her up off the “ground”.

The two walk over to a newly summoned sitting area, two armchairs sit on either side of a long dining table. They are only slightly lighter in color than the black void surrounding them, but Pandora is able to see them. She sits on the left end, Maveth sits on the right.

“I am sure that this is very difficult for you.” He starts, “Seeing me was probably the last thing you hoped for, especially considering your death was rather… traumatic.”

She doesn’t say a word, only nods.

“Now then, if you have any questions, I will answer them to the best of my ability.”

Pandora thinks for a moment, her headache had since gone away, allowing her to think and see better, “Who was that lady…? And why did she want to kill me so badly…?”

“Ah… her name is Alice Ripper, she was hired by a man named Lazarus to kill you. He is the eldest child of Valerie and Gabriel Lockwood. I’m sure you can understand just from that why he wanted to kill you.”

“…why can’t they just leave us alone?”

“I’m not sure, my dear. I wish for the same thing however.”

She sat silently for a moment.

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?”

She thinks, what else could she ask him? Well, one thing came to mind, but she doubted that it would work. It was worth a shot though, she was already dead, how bad would a simple “no” be?

“Could you… show me your actual form? I appreciate you using your mortal disguise but I think I’m calm enough now to see you how you actually are.”

Maveth gives her a curious look and a smile, “You’ll have to be more specific, I, can be anything.”

“I never expected the god of death to be unwilling to flaunt his god form.”

“! Well… you are certainly persistent. I respect that. If you could stand up?”

Pandora carefully stands up, and the table and chairs disappear, Maveth himself also disappears into the darkness. Soon, she hears a chuckle, it’s the same voice from before, but it has the same surrounding sound that the first voice did.

“I am up here, dear.”

She looks up to see four pairs of irisless eyes peering back down at her. He was a shadowy figure, made of up black smoke or black fog. He had large horns, along with some large feathered wings, he had no mouth, and he looked to be wearing a cloak with armor of some kind.

He was exactly what she expected, an amalgamation of all things capable of dying, plants, animals, aspirations, happiness, and most importantly, people.

A gigantic hand is offered to her, it’s one of many hands Maveth has. Pandora climbs into it and he raises her up to eye level with him, er, face level would be more accurate.

“Now then, I’m assuming there is still one more question you’d like to ask me?” He tilts his head.

She nods, “Would you…” she takes a deep breath in, “Would you be willing to give me a second chance at life…?”

His eyes widen, “While you are not the first to ask me that question, I am curious, why?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you think you deserve a second chance?”

“Well, for starters I’m only fourteen, and I was murdered very aggressively.”

“…”

“But I also still have things I need to do in life. For my family. For even myself maybe…”

“And those things are?”

“I want to see the world, I want to see what experiences I could have. I’ve been cooped up in a mansion most of my life, I want to see what’s out there, I want to make friends and have experiences. But more importantly, I want to find my brother, he disappeared when I was only eight…”

“Victor.”

“Yeah…”

“Hmm, I see.”

“So? What’s your choice?”

“My choice is this, I will give you a second chance, under one circumstance.”

“That being?”

“You must become my champion.”

“!!!”

“Now, before you jump to any conclusions. I am giving you this time to figure out who you are, and I am giving you this time to find your brother. But I am mostly giving you this time to train for this position. I see in you someone who is capable of being what I need in a champion, someone who is compassionate and kind, someone who can sympathize with those struggling. That’s what people need in the afterlife, they usually need someone to simply talk to.”

“…”

“So, Pandora. What is your choice?”

“…Alright. I’ll do it, and I’ll use the time I have left wisely.”

“Just remember, if you die again, you will have to stay here permanently. Understood?”

She nods.

“Well then, I suppose it is time for you to go home then, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before she could answer, everything goes black again and the sharp pain in her head is back.

She opens her eyes, she’s on the ground in the snow, just outside of her family’s home. Looking down, she sees that her nightgown is covered in blood, and so is the snow that was beneath her head.

There’s also something new.

Her hands and forearms, along with her feet and shins, are now a transparent navy blue, only her bones are showing, they shimmer almost. She feels her head, the back of her head is wet, presumably with a mix of blood and snow, but the wound is gone.

Just to be sure, she touches her forehead. It’s definitely gone.

“Pandora!!!” She hears a familiar voice call.

Looking up the stairs, she sees her mother, whose face is wet with tears.

Oh. Her family must’ve found her when she was talking to Maveth.

Her mother rushes down the stairs and hugs her tightly.

“I thought you were dead…!”

“I was… for a little bit.”

Diana pulls away, her eyes widening in realization, “Oh… your hair.”

“I know, I need to wash the blood out.”

“No no sweetie, your hair. It’s white.”

Looking down, she notices that her mother is right, her hair is blizzard white now. She looks back up at her mother, who is now wearing a sorrowful, but also strangely proud look.

“You’re the next one, aren’t you?”

She nods.

“…you know, I always wondered. I used to joke with your aunt and say he really liked you because you were always playing with and feeding the soulfetchers. How did your talk with him go?”

“He’s about what I expected him to be. He was nice enough to try and not scare me though. He seemed to like me I guess.”

“Well I’m sure he wouldn’t have chosen you if he didn’t like you, my love.”

“Yeah…” she fiddles with her hands, Diana looks at her sorrowfully.

“Come now, Pandora, it’s far too cold out here to be playing in the snow. Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, maybe a nice bowl of soup even?”

Pandora smiles

“I think I’d like that.”

#bowl mixes #Pandora de la dáinn #Maveth (god of death)#Diana de la dáinn #the crux #the tales of selcouth #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #original character #oc #original oc #original story #original writing #writeblr community

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marvelmyriad · 3 months

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124 Old Rabbit Club

small starter for @the-innumerable-heroes [for Nico Minoru]

One of Mara's favorite places to go on a Saturday night was the the Old Rabbit Club. The atmosphere was lively even in the darker corners of the bar and the company kept there was diverse and accepting, while they all still found comfort in the shadows. The hours that were kept were perfect to line up to the sleep schedule that Mara kept, and she usually arrived around 9pm and stayed until around 3.

The attraction for her wasn't even the alcohol. She barely wound up finishing three drinks in the entirety of her time spent there, and she always arrived with no less than two books that she could read through while listening to the music or while putting her headphones over her ears and allowing herself to merely tune out and write, or sketch.

No matter what, she was able to leave feeling better than she had when she arrived. On that Saturday in particular, she had opted to dress in her black jeans, combat boots, red tank top and a worn black leather jacket. She was sitting at the bar itself, sketching the still-life image of the bottles that lined the mirrored rack at the back of the bar. Her head was gently bobbing along to the beat of the music that was reverberating off the walls with a pleasant vibration. There was a Belgian Ale sat in front of her, within reach of her left hand as her right one continued to sketch.

#the innumerable heroes #nico minoru #sister grimm #mara maveth #reaper #mutant oc

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sunnyvandsephi · 5 months

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It's hard to say, that I'm back on a straight line You see my path is in fact just a fault line It's in my blood, it's in my lungs and it won't die I fight these words, I bite my tongue so I don't lie.

Though it's me to blame There is no more shame in me. - I am a Stone, Demon Hunter

#sw oc: Maveth #star wars OC #jensaarai oc #jedi oc #clone wars #bad batch #sephi #space elf #take my troubled troubled paladin #my art #digital art #star wars fanart

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redvanillabee · 3 months

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might rewatch aos s3 after because I do miss early bus team and actually tasty marvel intertextuality

#bee rewatches ac again #the entire maveth storyline is too StraightTM for my taste but I will watch it for Hydra/arena club #and Coulson dropping into the zero matter rock goo #yes I have forgotten what it was called

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agentsofeverything · 6 months

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