ship maintenance day . . . . ( 🔧 )

/ I don’t really write here anymore (I prefer discord) but I think I should try and put at least a little effort into being a bit more active … I also got some new art for Maeve, so I’ll have to share that soon !

:3c

cough, cough.

today was not Maeve’s day. she was reduced down to a lump beneath the blankets on the small bed in her cramped room, sniffling and twitching. she hadn’t eaten since last night, and got hardly more than a wink of sleep. a part of her hoped this would be over by tomorrow, but she knew better . .

ah . . . what to do today— wallow in self - doubt and memories of the past, or get out and buy some provisions for her next contract ? ahhhh . . . rotting in bed for a while sounds nice . . . . .

⚔️ᛋᚴᛖᛚᛁᚨ ᛋᚴᚨᛚᛞᛟᛏᛏᛁᚱ ⚔️Skelia Skaldottir ⚔️18+ NSFW MDNI ⚔️Art By Me ❤️ + 🔄 = Big thank you!!!

/ i come back, excited to reply to this dude on the tl, only to find out he deleted his replies at some point today ?? come on.

staring at herself in the mirror— staring, staring. the stare turns into a sour glare; glaring, * glaring. mean gaze fixed on the limp, scarred lid over one eye, clutching the eye - patch in a tight fist. she’s been glaring for ten minutes already, and likely won’t leave for another ten.

y a w n . . . showing off her big sharp teef !

ㅤ 𝘚𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙...? ㅤ

/ working on a weekend makes me want to rip my hair out AAAAAAAA

she didn’t seem to mind the stranger one bit, hardly noticing him settle down on the stool next to her as she flagged the bartender for a refill.

drowning the last sip of beer from the glass bottle, Maeve glanced at her wristwatch. hardy even half past two in the afternoon . . . . . . also known as another - beer - o’clock !

:3c

“some people are so proud of their scars— I don’t get it. showing them off any chance they get, as if it’s a competition to see who’s more fucked up,” Maeve grumbled and sighed, resting cheek in palm. this would be her last visit to her favorite bar before her next expedition — she’s in a mood.

“right on, man. make yer’self comfy . . somewhere. co - pilot seat’s fine,” she mutters as she slips past him through the door to her quarters. her control seats were beside her room — one seat behind another, the forward pilot’s seat a host to panels and buttons.

. . . ( 💞 )

hey . hey so are you gonna finish those french toast sticks

“the beach ? shoot, bud — if that’s all you’re lookin’ for, should’a said so. want me to take you to one ? could jump us down to the surface an’ cruise to the coast. should only take a few hours.”

yawwwn . . . . ( 💤 )

lowering a lid over her eye, an unamused look smeared across her features. “uhh, right.. cool— so you can kind’a just . . trespass on demand. that’s cool, I guess. do you mind not doing that in my ship, though ? at the very least not my quarters — there’s hardly enough room for me in here as is.”

nodding idly with a glance over, before raising her brows— a double - take, realizing he’s stood in the doorway to her quarters. “. . . how the hell did you get in my ship ?”

( recedes her claws ) sorry.

a steaming mug of coffee in hand, the feline stood before her mirror — scrutinizing herself in a worn tank top & a pair of panties, white hair a disheveled mess. with a heavy sigh and a frown, she shook her head. “I have 𝘨𝘰𝘵 to get laid.”

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓟lot//Hooks ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓦riter//Disclaimers ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀READ BEFORE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU FOLLOW ⠀

/ does anyone have any bandwagons they wouldn’t mind sharing ? maybe one of those rp prompts ? :3

uuum . alrighty then

rolling a lollipop from one side of her mouth to the other . . over, and over . . . . . . she’s so bored ‼️

Maeve watched and listened — it was easy to pick up in tone alone that this woman was frustrated. understandable considering the poor assortment of jobs littering the board — low - paying labor and high - risk jobs shadier than a mega - city alleyway.

sigh . . . what she thought would be a day off turned into a lengthy provisions run ― she got caught up in repairs and meetings with her client that she completely neglected to stock up on food and water . . . ( 💧 )

slaps the * 𝓇eader's leg with her tail ― 𝘛𝘏𝘞𝘈𝘗 .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᅠ ' 𝘐𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 . ' ☆ ᅠ

finally taking her eye - patch off after a long day feels better than sex ― no contest.

/ stolennnn. i just wanna yap about Maeve ‼️

“hah, yeah, guess so . .” the pilot sauntered over, taking the spot beside the fox. her eye darted about the board, across the recruitment posts — some needed a single pilot, some just needed a few dozen laborers, and others asked for everything in - between. Maeve’s poster seemed almost —

/ i neeeeeed long - term, story - focused plots aaaaaaaaaaa ‼️

“good, then— I guess. y’ wouldn’t believe the amount of people who blame me for their allergies acting up,” a little huff rolled from her nostrils. one last once - over of the now - hung poster before a pleased nod.

/ “my character isn’t a loli she’s just short” says the person using a loli character

“no prob,” a glance over before she goes back to hanging up a ‘CREW NEEDED’ poster. “you allergic to cats or somethin’ ?”

ear twitch . . handing them a little tissue. “ ‘sundheit.”

CHIYO SONE, A maiden of Heian Japan who fell in love with a man of divine nobility, she gave up her mortality to be with her soulmate, the divine Inari. But when the day came where she lost him forever, she took his place as the new God of Foxes. #OCRP #MVRP #FantasyRP Please Like and RT! More:

Maeve has an expedition coming up and she might be a little in over her head . . . she’ll have to look for a few temporary crew - mates soon. ( 💧 )