#relatable
The Nanny – 4.14: The Fifth Wheel
Madison Cawein, from Myth and Romance: Poems; "Moly" wr. c. 1899
Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this + reverse to change which muse does which action.
tw for implied violence in some
❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training
❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver
❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style
❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder
❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds
❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event
❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat
❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life
❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver
❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance
❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist
❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek
❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead
❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver
❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers
❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle
❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed
❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair
❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact
❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do
❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss
❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver
❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them
❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back
❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder
❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver
❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek
❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face
❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand
❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon
❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table
❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver
❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall
❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints
❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over
❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death
❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated
nudges @0rphea to the dash 🩵
@singofus whispered : what does your muse find beauty in?
𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 truly is in the eye of the beholder when it comes to maggie . she finds beauty in everything . things that are traditionally beautiful , exceptional , glorious all draw honor and appreciation from her . but so do things that are awesome ( in an old sense of the word , inspiring awe or dread ) , diabolical ( outrageously wicked, infernal , devilish ) , and gruesome ( causing one to feel horror, shudder ) also draw her focus .
she loves the sunset just as much as she loves thorns dipped in blood ; she appreciates the carrion bird resting after gorging itself on innards with wings spread to take in the sun just as much as the brilliant metallic sheen of the hummingbird . she adores fashion and makeup and music and artistry , and she adores the artistic prowess that goes into the hunt , be it in the waking world or not . the gentle hint of teeth from mother night's patient smile and the obvious threat display of a canine snarl both hold sway over her . creating traps , weaving webs , luring prey into a false sense of security is just as beautiful to her as the feeling of cradling her children against her , in aura and in body , as often as they will let her .
but deer can fuck right off .
i like hypnos a normal amount
also what if i took time this star wars day to give maggie a star wars verse....
they didnt give him more backstory bc they knew he'd be too powerful narratively😔
(of course im going to draw him creepy
@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 .