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@forsalvo
a warrior's the shelter of the people...
#FORSALVO: an indie, selective rp blog for margaret " mad m.aggie " kōh.ere as seen in respawn's apex leg.ends. by jay, 21, they/them. heavily crossover friendly! tws: war, family death, mental illness / ptsd, torture, murder.
carrd. promo. meme tag.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... and i'm a hell of a warrior.
queued with: @forfuse, @ladygrcy
moving maggie to my multi in progress. if u want a follow from there lmk but i’m not giving the url out on dash <3
rewatched judgment and im fired up
“vengeance doesn’t solve anything” true perhaps but i am……… so petty & it feels so good
do u guys want to see my england pictures please say yes
hereunder i present to you my two-part treatise* on why madscience is the best apex ship
to be entirely clear maggie is a villain figure in ways that go so far beyond the role of the heel that torres silva wrote for her. her actions have resulted in the deaths of untold innocent civilians, including children. she has committed so many actual and literal war crimes. she has tortured and ruined and destroyed, and she won't apologise for any of it, not ever, because she believes the ends justify the means. they unequivocally do not.
that one brennan lee mulligan quote about how "there is a certain convenience to orphans" in science fiction and fantasy... and how the issue of adventure becomes so complicated by familial relationships, how there are certain facets of a character that can only be seen through the prism of the dynamics they were raised in...
cartman he would not fucking say that meme vc she would not fucking wear that
no no listen you don't get it. if maggie's family hadn't died she would have grown up as comfortable as you could possibly be on salvo. she would have been safe-ish and looked after and she'd never have had to worry about keeping a roof over her head. she'd have had a sister who looked up to her and a father who showed her what softness looked like and a mother who taught her the kind of strength that didn't always mean killing people, even if it did sometimes mean beating them to hell.
instead salvo raised her - and she was still loved, she was still looked after, but it wasn't gentle like it could have been (not that any childhood on salvo is gentle, but comparatively speaking--). she didn't have her parents to guide her into someone less angry or violent or mean. she had their ghosts, who only speak to her in the language of memories she can barely access and teach her the lesson that there is something very, very wrong with her world, because people do not always die in ways that are righteous/noble/badass. sometimes they just die. sometimes they're crushed by a crumbling bridge that wouldn't have been in disrepair if there were a functioning government to speak of. and when you learn that lesson at eight years old, what can you do but become a warlord?
facts about maggie's parents that make me crazy whenever i think about them, an incomplete list
manu called tangaroa roa pretty much exclusively. wherever appropriate, tangaroa referred to manu as my lovely lady, my wife, and the best damn thing that ever happened to this old shark, depending on how drunk he was.
they used to have drinking contests actually, and manu would usually win them, which he'd go on to cite as one of many traits he fell in love with
another of these was her propensity for barfights! she wasn't one to start them but she could damn sure finish them. many a time they ended up back to back throwing punches lmao
they hosted regular potlucks for the neighbourhood where anyone could come and make up a plate, no questions asked. the gate stayed open until all the food was gone. tangaroa's famous mackerel was the centrepiece whenever he could get it which he usually couldn't, so it was often a cheaper meat dish (but no less delicious)
he had a necklace that he kept pictures of manu and maggie in and he'd always kiss it for good luck before a raid. never once failed him.
I know we've talked about Maggie biting Hound but Maggie's raction to Hound biting back? 🤔🤔
" OH, COME ON, are you a hound or aren't you? " she leaned tight up into them, hand cuffed around the back of their neck. the burn their teeth left rung through her like a bell and even so - even breathing like she'd run a marathon, all bright in the eyes, all heavy - she had to go hunting for more. " i know you can do better than that, cuz. "
Maggie's words are well chosen and fiercely spoken. Her attentions are clear, taunting them in the hopes of triggering an instinctive reaction. Normally Bloodhound isn't so easily goaded but this is different. Maggie is different. The first time they bit her back they bit enough so the pressure of canines on skin would linger like an echo, and perhaps even leave a temporary scar.
The second time, this time they push the pressure of the bite until they can feel the iron taste of blood in their mouth. Maggie had wanted it to scar. It's only fitting they have matching bites now considering the fresh bite she gave them they day prior.
THERE IT WAS. maggie groaned low in her throat, her madwoman's grin tugging at her lips, and thought finally. she knew they were a warrior, knew they could pin her to the mat if they really worked at it; there was no use in pretending that wasn't the draw. maggie liked competence. she liked power. she liked a lover who could keep up.
pain sparked along her nerves and it was good, the taste of home there on the back of her tongue like cheap liquor - it heated her blood in an easy, uncomplicated way, her miserable circumstance dulled to a background roar at long last. " good fuckin' dog. keep that up if y'know what's good for ya. "
she tipped her head back, making a long, strong line of her neck, and went into the sting; her own blood in the air; his new favourite person taking her orders, and well. not much could make it all bearable but this, she thought, was a damn good start.
I know we've talked about Maggie biting Hound but Maggie's raction to Hound biting back? 🤔🤔
" OH, COME ON, are you a hound or aren't you? " she leaned tight up into them, hand cuffed around the back of their neck. the burn their teeth left rung through her like a bell and even so - even breathing like she'd run a marathon, all bright in the eyes, all heavy - she had to go hunting for more. " i know you can do better than that, cuz. "
a piece of maggie's mums' meet cute for the two people here who are invested in that sort of thing <3
𖥻 ⎁ ⭑ identification : @forsalvo ✦ want me to carry you? prompt.
❝ you flirtin' with me, margie - pargie - puddin' - n - pie ? ❞ her laugh is airy, any an all blood loss refusing to be equated with a lack of humour ... though, she's survived worse. frankly, she should be kissing that mastiff for having such an unpredictable spread or she'd have never even the chance to see winners circle. it's a sloppy, erratic shotgun with an idiot handler to match. the legends have certainly heard it from the horse's mouth herself : if there's anything a gunsmith hates more than a scattershots wasted potential, it's a dickhead with no aim getting their grubby little hands on a weapon they couldn't begin to understand if they tried. maybe that's where that's where half her respect for maggie stems from.
it's seen before it's heard : dirt flies, 14.5mm of brass jacket embedded into the turf it pulls up from olympus' otherwise perfect showground, followed by the harrowing crack of it splitting through first the bolt assembly. then again through the terrain it fractures. it only feels normal when lucks against the modgirl - and when another squad's waiting for a chance to piggy - back off of her mess ... LEECHES !
❝ fuuuuuuuuck . ❞ just when things were getting real fun. dark eyes watch the abrasion collar of her wound, thumb following the burns that stipple the side of her belly, a result of the shotgun's residue. ramya sighs, bites down on the inside of her lip, and packs a thermite into her rampage. ENOUGH OF THE DRAMATICS, PAREKH. taking action is more promising of a decision if it's done sooner than later, while her adrenaline's keeping her awake and aware, and she's certain of a statement they'd both agree on she's no good dead. ❝ you'll be carrying me home from the afterparty if we survive this, i tell you that much. you gotta plan ? ❞
" YOU BLOODY WELL WISH, GIRL. " maggie smiled in turn, the kind of sideways, lopsided grin that showed off her fillings, and thought [ not for the first time ] that ramya would do herself well on salvo with a mouth like that in a crisis. her gaze flicked loosely over the damage; nothing the medics couldn't fix if they won, and maggie didn't lose. she didn't lose and she didn't abandon her people, even if they were only hers for a little while. [ this game could take a lot of things, but it wouldn't take her integrity: it wouldn't take her way of waging war. ] " 'course i do. who'd'you think you're rollin' with? we get 'round that ridge, get some medicine in ya, n' i get to show those eggs how this old girl's meant to be handled. "
she cut an affectionate look to her own well-loved mastiff, a near perfect match to the one she had at home, hung up at talon hq. the thing about a shotgun, any shotgun, was that she looked like an amateur's golden ticket. when you got into the mechanisms of the thing it demanded more skill than most people were prepared for - though most people, of course, were not mad maggie.
" kia rite, " she said, shifting into a low crouch. she tracked the squad bearing down on them, or rather, gearing up to try. they had to get out of that apartment block first. god, but this was a ridiculous place to hold a bloodsport. " gonna need ya t'run when i say. "
* AIN'T A SOUL ALIVE THAT CAN HURT ME NOW.
an independent and private sideblog for original character maia ngata, conceived for and rooted in the apex leg.ends/titanfa.ll universe. non-rp blogs dni! [ follows back from @forsalvo. ]
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