#isayisty

hi there, i'm maverick/mav!! welcome to my little corner of tumblr!

i'm an aspiring author who writes a lot of fiction and loves taking inspo from my fav literature and fandoms. i've written poetry, short stories, and i've recently made a narrative fiction podcast for school! i also write the occasional fic; you can find here me on ao3 @ maverick_prime! under #mav writes and #mav fanfic, you can find previews of my work. sometimes i make art, both of original stuff and fandom stuff, and i might post that here too :3c

a little bit more about me: i'm pan, aroace spec, and genderfluid, so any pronouns (they/she/he) are fine with me, but i usually prefer they/them. i'm 22 and will be getting my master’s degree, so i get pretty busy in the fall and spring, but i'll do my best to upload stuff of actual substance semi-regularly here. i'm more than happy to make friends, and i love having mutuals to hang with!

i’m a diehard transformers fan so you’ll see a lot of that on here, but i’m in a lot of other fandoms too teehee (currently hyperfixating on phm and disclosure day!!)

FIC MASTERLIST:

7,000 RPM on ao3 (Transformers) ONGOING

-lore post: holoforms

Where I wrecked my first car (I tore it all to pieces) on ao3 (Transformers) ONGOING

i stare at you (i sing to you) on ao3 (Disclosure Day) COMPLETED

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Disclosure Day (2026) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jane Blankenship/Daniel Kellner, Margaret Fairchild & Daniel Kellner Characters: Margaret Fairchild, Daniel Kellner, Jane Blankenship, Hugo Wakefield, Noah Scanlon (background) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Platonic Soulmates Margaret Fairchild and Daniel Kellner, I'm making that a tag, daniel and jane's complicated relationship, Paternal Hugo Wakefield, that's their dad yo, danny and maggie have ptsd and don't know how to deal with it Summary:

But Daniel Kellner is not just a voice on the phone, a vague inclination of directional guidance. He is real and in the room, strapped into a chair with his wide gray eyes locked on hers and two-day stubble darkening the slant of his jaw. She is barely aware of the other people around them.

“I know you,” Daniel says, his voice breathy and raw.

Margaret nods, the motion jerky. She drifts closer to him, drawn in by the bags hanging darkly under his eyes and the shaky bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. She knows she doesn’t look much better.