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“there is a boy at the 7/11 who always knows what I need when I come in at odd hours of the night. when my clothes are half on and my head is half off, he remembers my name when I can’t. I wonder what to name his small magic, it is too important to me to go without calling it something.”

— thankful writings from the weariest || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

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nudges @0rphea to the dash 🩵

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when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull

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the  moonlight  is  comforting  to  the  new  goddess,  sharing  time  and  space  with  her  husband's  mother,  sharing  a  protective  light  she  had  worshiped  through  many  of  her  mortal  lifetimes.  now  she  walks  on  the  grassy  dunes  above  the  shore,  focusing  on  the  water  reflecting  the  moonlight,  the  soft  crush  of  the  waves  against  the  shore.  she'd  come  here  to  collect  her  thoughts,  after  being  tasked  by  the  goddess  of  wisdom  to  find  a  way  to  “quiet  her  mind.” 

maggie  had  never  had  a  quiet  mind,  and  she  isn't  sure  she  could  start  now. 

a  flash  of  gold  makes  her  draw  her  attention  back  down  to  the  ocean  side,  where  she  spies  a  woman  dancing.  her  joy  brings  a  smile  to  maggie's  face,  even  as  she  is  overwhelmed  with  the  bright  shining  spirals  of  her  aura.  she  seems  at  peace  with  herself;  happy  even. 

she  wants  to  know  more. 

carefully,  she  walks  down  the  dunes  to  the  dancing  woman,  sure  her  eyes  are  alight  with  the  warmth  of  the  aura  of  the  woman  she's  looking  upon. 

“may  i  pause  you,  for  a  moment?”  she  asks,  voice  hesitant,  hoping  to  not  ruin  the  experience  -  or  completely  scare  her.  a  brief  self-check  reminds  her  that  she  is,  in  fact,  still  in  her  mortal  disguise. 

good. 

(open starter - mutuals only)

Legends say that selkies shed their seal pelts in the moonlight to dance upon the shore. They dance to the beat of the ocean waves, to the delicate whispering of the wind, to the crunch of the sand beneath their feet.

Niamh, like many selkies, loves to dance. She cannot deny her nature. And so in the moonlight, she spins, skirts flaring, hair flying, dancing to music only she can hear.

Lost in her dance, she doesn't notice that she is being watched.

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“they  call  for  help  and  before  help  arrives,  all  that  remains  is  pieces.  no  survivors,  no  goods  taken,  only  destroyed."  she  looks  up  at  him,  well  aware  of  the  impossibility  of  what  she's  about  to  say  –  but  it  fits  her  theory  of  the  motives  not  inherently  being  political.  “what's  even  odder  is  that  they  seem  to  continue  on  their  trajectory,  moving  closer  to  their  destinations,  rather  than  turning  around  or  pausing.  these  are  merchant  ships,  they  aren't…fast.”

she  adjusts  in  her  seat,  turning  to  look  at  the  pacing  jedi  master.  for  someone  who  was  supposed  to  exemplify  patience  and  grace,  the  cracks  sure  were  showing  today.  “do  you  remember  about  seven  years  ago,  the  trouble  the  pyke  syndicate  got  into  with  their  activities  on  black  rock?  lost  a  headquarters  and  many  members,  if  i  recall  correctly." 

the  baron  grott  had  used  varl's  moon  to  breed  deadly  predators  capable  of  surviving  in  space  without  an  atmosphere  or  protection  -  the  same  creatures  that  drove  the  hutt's  out  of  their  original  star  system,  which  was  then  abandoned  by  the  pyke  syndicate  after  these  events.  the  competitive  games  turned  into  a  massacre  for  the  attendees  and  competitors  when  the  “hungry  hands”  broke  loose. 

“these  things  convince  their  prey  to  move  closer,  and  they  would  have  no  reason  to  keep  anything  if  they're  just  doing  it  for  food.  problem  is,  these  merchant  timelines  have  the  republic,  essentially,  putting  them  on  a  feeding  schedule."  she  lets  that  sink  in,  and  then  continues,  "and  another  question;  how  did  they  get  there?” 

"we do - which is why this is quite alarming." obi-wan pointedly ignored his newfound ally's demand, continuing to pace across the floor of the ship. he was missing something. his assistance in this endeavour was to put a stop to the pirates in question - but obi-wan's initial investigations had come up with nothing concrete. there was no evidence of theft, which would have been the goal of a group of marauders targeting a trade route. there was only pure destruction to be found, and splintered resources drifting through open space.

he might have expected the separatists to be involved, but there was no sign of their influence either. this attack felt entirely too... random. there was more to the situation than met the eye. he felt it. he was sure of it.

as for what it was, well - that was the rub, wasn't it? he did not know. he hoped someone like maggie might be able to help him detect the anomalies, but their slow progress grated on his nerves like water over stone, wearing away his faculties at a frustratingly steady pace.

"who else would benefit from the destruction of such valuable goods? if not pirates, or separatists, then who?"

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sleepwalking

close up

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@singofus asked : Hypnos wraps his arms around Maggie in a gentle cuddle.

he  touches  her  and  it  all  stops  . 

her  body  ,  still  shivering  from  the  cold  ,  immediately  melts  into  his  touch  .  she  feels  like  she  can  breathe  again  ,  deep  gasps  that  expand  her  lungs  all  the  way  as  he  thaws  her  back  to  life  .  frozen  hands  reach  for  the  blanket  ,  holding  ,  grounding  ,  rubbing  the  soft  fabric  until  she  can  breathe  again  . 

yellow  eyes  ,  pupils  wide  with  delirium  ,  look  to  his  face  ,  where  she  slowly  calms  .  her  breath  settles  ,  her  body  warming  back  to  normal  as  she's  tucked  in  against  him  . 

she  doesn't  know  what  happened  -  if  something  latched  onto  her  from  the  last  time  she  went  there  ,  to  the  perpetually  flooded  valley  of  his  domain  ,  only  to  strike  now  ,  but  at  least  she  doesn't  feel  like  she's  drowning  on  land  anymore  . 

tears  fall  as  she  theorizes  what  she  had  been  feeling  .  the  last  panicked  memories  of  dreams  ?  the  nightmares  born  from  those  memories  ?  hypnos'  own  helplessness  as  he  felt  his  realm  weaken , himself unmade  ? 

she  doesn't  know  ,  but  she  feels  better  now  .  she  buries  her  face  against  his  neck  ,  feeling  every  bit  an  imposter  queen  . 

she'll  dry  her  tears  in  a  bit  .  for  now  ,  she  only  murmurs  soft  apologies  .  not  for  her  actions  ;  but  for  ,  impossible  as  it  is  ,  not  being  able  to  have  helped  him  through  that  . 

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↪     𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  the  1999  film   “  sleepy hollow  ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )  

help ,  here  —  lend a hand .

just a moment ,  if i may  —

i stand up for sense  &  justice .

do make certain you meet with success .

such a day for such a sad farewell .

this is such a silly game .

be a sport  &  stop complaining !

play along ,  you must .

forgive me ,  i didn’t know .

we haven’t heard your name yet ,  friend .

you need some manners .

if we could speak alone ?

how much have your superiors bothered to tell you ?

you are horribly old - fashioned ,  aren’t you ?

feel free to form your own opinion ,  though it appears you already have .

it seems i’ve made matters worse .

i’ll leave you to your business .

excuse me  …  i should apologize .

is it me ,  or are you this nervous around all women ?

do be a dear  &  tell me all about it .

sounds like an extraordinary place to live a life .

there is no such thing as magic .

to call a person superstitious is to imply they fear magic .

poets have silly notions .

you do believe me now ,  don’t you ?

you need less big words ,  &  more common sense .

what the hell are you doing ?

i am not here for revenge .  i am here to bring justice .

i manage fine alone .

i deserve to help you .  don’t you see how much this means ?

what are you spying on ?

i beg you ,  no more ,  please .

i will not allow it .  i will not !

why was i not told of this ?

you should step outside .

sorry for disturbing you .  i thought a forgotten candle was burning .

having trouble sleeping ?

i have something to show you ,  if you have a moment .

these scars .  how did you get them ?

oh ,  you are hopeless .

i have a gift for you .  true magic which even you will not be able to deny .

are you saying i should be frightened ?

what will it take for you to realize this is no laughing matter ?

don’t be afraid  …  don’t be afraid .

you promised justice .  people have put their trust in you .

why would you do such a thing ?

leave me .  you are not welcome here .

allow me some time .

the things i said to you before  …  i was wrong to say them .

every word you spoke had truth in it .

if you want me to go ,  i will .  do you want me to leave ?

i no longer know what i think or what i feel .

why are you so afraid ?  is there truly such harm in uncertainty ?

i should be going  …  good day to you .

i’m one of the few people who likes you .

i apologize if i worried you .

my god  …  what has happened ?

yes ,  i did notice that ,  thank you .

i am a bad habit .  there’s nothing for it .

don’t let him get you .

lay still ,  [ name ] .  do not move .

i’m drawing bad blood from the wound .

you were half - drowned when they found you .

i serve a fine purpose alive .

midnight seems an appropriate time .

hide in my room  &  bolt the door til i return .

i was getting worried .

do you have anything to clean it with ?

i know you saw me .

i know you followed me last night .

i appreciate your concern .

you are so upset now  …  &  yet ,  you seemed in such good spirits last night .

why have i not seen your face for so long ?

i have been reading your journal .

what would you have me believe ?

if you think i am behind this ,  say it .

call me a liar ,  then ,  &  a  murderer .

what is stopping you ?  what has happened to your ability to transcend sentimentality ?

don’t dare stand looking as if you still care for me ,  after all that you have said .

if i were to confess ,  would that ease your suffering ?  would that make it easier for you to hate me ?

the next person to lay hands on me will have a bullet .

you do not know all that has happened .

why  …  why are you like this ?

to hell with this place  &  all the people here .

won’t you change your mind ?  what can i say to convince you ?

take me with you .  there’s nothing left for me here .

forgive me .  i failed you .

you  …  you’re alive .

no one will believe your lies .

i am not going to kill you .  not me  …

you cannot kill what is already dead .

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———  character  question  sheet

▌real  name:  magissa.  ▌single  or  taken:   married  to  hypnos.  ▌abilities  or  powers:  aura  reading  &  manipulation  ,  illusions  (  regardless  of  if  someone  is  under  a  substance's  influence  or  not  )  ,  transmutation  (  like  mother  ,  like  daughter  )  ,  phyllokinesis  (  especially  fungi  &  thorned  plants  )  ,  pyrokinesis  (  limited  ,  but  taking  after  both  helios  &  zeus  as  grandfathers  )  &  toxikinesis  (  the  ability  to  manipulate  plant  based  toxins  and  poisons  ;  she  herself  is  immune  to  most  poisons  and  venoms  )  .

▌eye  color:  hawk  yellow  (  like  her  mother  )  . ▌hair  color:  dark  brown  3a/3b  ,  around  shoulder  length  (  to  mid-back  if  straightened  )  .

▌family  members:  hermes  (  father  )  &  circe  (  mother  )  ;  pan  (  brother  by  hermes  )  &  telegonus  (  brother  by  circe  )  ;  dystonia  &  atonia  (  eldest  twins  )  +  dysalyo  &  kaluciyo  (  youngest  twins  )  .  from  there  ,  things  get  messy  and  interwoven  ,  as  is  to  be  expected  of  greek  gods  .  ▌pets:  romeo  ,  her  beloved  black  cat  !!  she  practices  regular  necromancy  on  him  to  keep  him  alive  ,  centuries  after  first  finding  him  as  a  kitten  .  after  her  deification  ,  romeo  basically  lives  in  subliminal  with  her  ,  but  ventures  to  the  mortal  world  every  so  often  .

▌something  they  don’t  like:  deer  .  she  is  completely  freaked  out  by  deer  ,  mostly  because  of  their  capacity  for  diseases  .  but  any  and  all  deer  are  off  limits  to  her  .  ▌hobbies/activities:  traveling  ,  bar  crawls  ,  tarot  ,  working  on  her  poison  garden  ,  baking  custom  desserts  for  loved  ones  ,  designing  tattoos  ,  napping  . ▌ever  hurt  anyone  before:   yes  ;  emotionally  &  psychically  ,  though  physically  is  heavily  verse  dependent  .  ▌ever  killed  anyone  before:  very  verse  dependent  ;  typically  no  .

▌animal  that  represents  them:  foxes  ,  hares  ,  (  some  )  venomous  serpents  .  ▌worst  habits:  self-loathing  ,  carrying  &  worshiping  untended  guilt  ,  substance  (ab)use ▌role  models:  ariadne  ,  nerisei  (  pan's  wife  )  ,  hermes  ,  &  nyx  .

▌sexual  orientation:  bisexual  .  ▌thoughts  on  marriage/kids:  for  the  longest  time  ,  maggie  did  not  believe  it  was  for  her  .  she  had  too  much  baggage  from  her  own  childhood  to  consider  bringing  life  into  this  world  ;  not  to  mention  ,  she  thought  she  was  infertile  for  much  of  her  life  .  she  put  the  thought  of  children  &  marriage  far  from  her  notice  .  her  dalliances  &  flings  were  just  that  ;  nothing  that  could  have  become  substantial  .  then  she  met  hypnos  ,  &  died  ,  &  became  a  goddess  ,  &  got  married  ,  &  much  of  that  was  a  dream  come  true  (  literally  )  .  children  were  a  possibility  all  of  a  sudden  ;  when  she  found  out  she  was  pregnant  ,  she  made  a  promise  to  herself  to  never  embody  the  cruelty  and  distance  her  mother  had  given  to  her  .  &  now  ,  being  a  mother  and  wife  is  her  greatest  joy  .  oh  ,  the  fear  still  exists  ;  there  are  moments  she  opens  her  mouth  and  her  mother's  venom  threatens  to  spill  over  .  but  she  has  put  so  much  work  in  that  she  has  more  faith  in  herself  than  to give in  . 

▌fears:  becoming  her  mother  ,  abandonment  ,  neglect  ,  not  measuring  up  ,  &  ,  once  again  ,  deer  .  ▌style  preferences:  maggie  dressed  with  whatever  was  in  style  at  the  time  ,  often  on  the  more  masc  side  for  casual  wear  ,  &  femme  for  fancier  dress  .  she  slept  in  “  your  dad  is  my  cardio  ”  t-shirts  with  shorts  that  said  “  enemy  of  the  state  ”  on  the  ass  .  when  she  died  ,  she  was  dressed  like  romeo  from  the  90s  version  with  leonardo  dicaprio  .  since  becoming  a  goddess  ,  she  does  dress  a  little  more  upscale  ,  a  little  more  calmed  down  ;  &  has  passed  some  of  those  articles  of  clothing  to  her  children  .  she  prefers  comfort  ,  over  expectation  ,  but  can  dress  as  a  queen  should  .  ▌someone  they  love:  triple  h  ;  hermes  ,  hypnos  ,  &  her  children  .  she's  come  so  far  to  have  the  ability  to  openly  love  them  &  trust  that  when  they  say  they  love  her  ,  they  mean  it  .  they  are  her  home  base  ,  the  six  souls  she  would  do  anything  —  too  much  —  for  . 

▌approach  to  friendships:  she's  outgoing  ,  friendly  ,  amiable  ,  will  go  the  extra  mile  for  others  who  matter  to  her  ;  but  she  is  also  not  someone  to  trust  easily  .  i  think  a  lot  of  people  in  her  life  considered  them  friends  ,  while  she  had  them  at  arms  length  .  these  days  she's  getting  better  at  truly  letting  people  in  ,  but  her  interesting  disdain  for  hierarchy  plus  recently  healing  ability  to  trust  others  means  where  she's  looking  for  friends  comes  in  strange  places  . 

▌thoughts  on  pie:  excellent  choice  of  dessert  .  ▌favorite  drink:  seasonal  coffee  &  we're  in  pumpkin  spice  season  now  so  …  that  .  ▌favorite  place  to  spend  time  at:   anywhere  her  loved  ones  are  /  her  poison  garden  .   ▌swim  in  the  lake  or  in  the  ocean:  the  ocean  ,  she  feels  off  balance  when  she  swims  and  there's  no  salty  aftertaste  . ▌their  type:  “  date  a  dork  ”  +  tragic  backstories  &  humor  &  height  differences  (  and  she's  5'10"  so  they  need  to  be  properly  tall  )  +  “  i  can  do  it  myself  ”  &  “  i  know  you  can  but  let  me  ”  +   feral  in  complimentary  ways  +  approachable  ,  sleepy  hot  +  caregiver  energy  (  help  her  heal  )  +  warm  . ▌camping  or  indoors:  again,  wherever  her  loved  ones  are  !!

☄︎ stolen from @nectaric

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