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i made maggie's blog into a summer dreamscape and now i'm trying to figure out how to make than's blog into a summer gothic château moment, you know? aesthetically speaking but also based on vibes. and unfortunately it has me contemplating blog hopping lmao.
Zendaya as Tashi Duncan – Challengers (2024)
Zendaya wearing DRIES VAN NOTEN – Vogue Australia
imagine this aou scene but with no need for hand motions. just a look, a glance, maybe the sensation of something crawling up the back of one's neck, and then plunged into part memory, part hallucination. that's maggie's primary powers. she seeks to create an emotion and lets the subconscious fill in what would evoke it - from memories and cultural information. she has her limits, of course, but the more she grows into her power, the less physicality she needs to wield such a gift 💁🏽♀️
also because when a prey animal raised by predator animals becomes, through a twist of fate, a true predator animal that outclasses even the predator animals that raised them. what happens to the rage?
maggie has a lot of predator animal fear in her childhood, being raised by lions (seeing the acts they commit in exacting detail to survive and even collaborating and helping and committing those acts as well, and knowing if this is what they can do, at their scale, what happens if one of them hurts another, or worse, adopts the presence of a larger predator like the gods and the fear that one day they will run out of resources and be forced to turn on each other because there is scarcity in all times) but as she gets older it really does turn more into prey animal rage (because she never was a lion in the first place. she was a fox, at best. a hare, most likely. designed to run and be cunning and out think her circumstances and hating hating hating her circumstances that were constructed long before she was born, the murderous rage and desperation to never again be in that trap of an island, literally or metaphorically) and i think that's neat :)
maggie has a lot of predator animal fear in her childhood, being raised by lions (seeing the acts they commit in exacting detail to survive and even collaborating and helping and committing those acts as well, and knowing if this is what they can do, at their scale, what happens if one of them hurts another, or worse, adopts the presence of a larger predator like the gods and the fear that one day they will run out of resources and be forced to turn on each other because there is scarcity in all times) but as she gets older it really does turn more into prey animal rage (because she never was a lion in the first place. she was a fox, at best. a hare, most likely. designed to run and be cunning and out think her circumstances and hating hating hating her circumstances that were constructed long before she was born, the murderous rage and desperation to never again be in that trap of an island, literally or metaphorically) and i think that's neat :)
› FIRST TOUCH PROMPTS → receiver to sender.
brushing hair behind their ear
hands grazing while reaching for the same object
catching them by the waist
helping them up and not letting go
fixing their collar or necklace
knees bumping under the table
tucking something off their face
draping a coat over their shoulders
pinkies brushing
falling asleep on their shoulder
touching their wrist
hand falling over theirs mid-laugh
fixing their tie or jewelry
whispering with a hand on their knee
lingering touch while passing an object
playful hand to the chest
hands meeting in the dark
wiping away a tear
stopping them by the wrist
buttoning their shirt or jacket
dancing for the first time
hands meeting over a shared item
tending to a wound
shoulder bump turning into leaning
touching their heart
cleaning a cut
brushing hands at an event
tripping into their arms
untying them from restraints
fastening a necklace
shoulders brushing in a crowd
helping with a coat
adjusting their posture
guiding with a hand on the back
brushing something off their shoulder
carrying them
hiding in a tight space
dabbing a cut on the lip
steadying them over a step
holding their hand while dazed
falling into each other
cupping their face
pulling them into a protective hold
holding hands after a nightmare
sharing a coat pocket
removing something from their face
helping unzip a dress
brushing hair off their forehead
touching their cheek while laughing
tracing a faint scar or mark
pressing a palm to their back
resting their chin on their shoulder
reaching out to stop them mid-step
straightening their glasses or hat
helping them into a seat
lifting them over a puddle or obstacle
touching their jaw while talking
fixing a loose button or strap
cleaning something off their lip
giving their hand a reassuring squeeze
resting their hand on the small of their back
brushing snow or dust from their hair
holding their hand during a scary moment
steadying them as they climb or balance
touching their arm to get their attention
pulling them close for a photo
grabbing their hand to run together
placing their hand over theirs
pinning a flower or corsage on their outfit
sliding fingers into theirs during silence
wiping a smudge off their face
catching them as they faint
brushing dirt from their cheek
pulling them into shelter from rain
slipping their hand into a pocket for warmth
leaning against their shoulder while laughing
reaching for them in the dark
resting a head on their lap
catching their face before a fall
holding them upright while tipsy
brushing fingers along their sleeve
guiding their hand while drawing or writing
removing an eyelash from their cheek
helping them zip up a coat
pulling a twig from their hair
offering their hand to dance
cradling their hand during a tense moment
brushing past them in a narrow hallway
clasping their arm to steady them
pressing their forehead to theirs
leaning in to whisper against their ear
holding onto their sleeve
resting a hand on their thigh
smoothing their hair gently
tracing a line across their palm
gently lifting their chin
bumping into them and staying close
catching their hand mid-gesture
brushing crumbs off their lips
squeezing their arm for comfort
maggie gazes upon her and is taken back to her own past lives as a wild woman. she sees the sunlit days of her maenad revelries, her time in the communes of old. being the wild witch of the wood, the soothsayer, the one who could read the birds and the panthers.
it all feels so far away now.
watching this woman take herself with such levity, however, despite her shock at maggie's presence…it makes her feel good. pleased, even.
like all is as it should be.
“i'm sorry, i didn't know how else to approach, i didn't mean to scare you,” she says with a small laugh and a smile. “my name's maggie, and i just…i have a weird question to ask, but you seem so…so at peace, right now. i was wondering, um…how did you do that?”
upon asking, she feels a bit of shame, but she's come far enough to not let that stop her from figuring out one possible approach to her problem.
The sound of a woman's voice causes Niamh to stumble in surprise, arms flailing. Comically, she spins on her heel, arms outstretched to keep her balance. She knows she must look ridiculous and her face flushes red.
"I didn't see you!"
Not that she would be bothered by someone watching her dance. She's just embarrassed that she was caught off guard. She's glad that her sealskin is draped around her shoulders, glamoured to look like a shawl. It's held in place by a belt.
Standing upright, she blinks owlishly. Her hair is falling out of its braids, her feet are bare, clothes wrinkled. She looks every bit of the wild woman that she is.
"Are you all right?" she asks, wondering if she should be worried.
maggie's short swords need names. she's got two of 'em, they're silvered, can be used to channel some of her magic, and i'm torn between them being joke names or being like, named after concepts
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.
@gloryseized whispered: you might be in luck. (from Echo).
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the girl on the run looks up from where she'd been messing around with a puzzle box, briefly blinded by the light outside as the door opens, revealing echo's silhouette.
“oh yeah? found a way off this rock?” she asks, tone excited but not rising to her feet just yet. she's been keeping as out of the way of echo and his crew as possible, knowing she's not the only one who wants a clear shot off of this mostly desolate moon. she can wait for a clear plan.
kind of.
Zendaya for ON – Dream On campaign
“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?"
PROMPTS FROM THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 2 * assorted dialogue from the tv show, adjust as necessary
enjoy the fights.
they say it lives here. they say it sleeps.
i know you're good at killing.
where did you get the armor?
i'm sure you call the shots where you come from, but 'round here, i'm the one who tells folks what to do.
take it off. or i will.
i'm prepared to pay you for the information.
i'm not leaving my fate up to chance.
thank you for coming to me.
give it to me now, or i will peel it off your corpse.
you must promise you won't kill me.
i promise that you will not die by my hand.
that wasn't part of the deal.
you don't understand what it was like.
i've got an idea. get its attention.
maybe we can work something out.
they might be open to some fresh ideas.
i hope someday our paths will cross again.
we've heard the stories.
what am i supposed to do with this?
am i under arrest?
you might be in luck.
oh, stop your crying. you'll rust.
i'm not a taxi service.
i paraphrased.
what can i say? i'm an excellent judge of character.
i'll let you know if i see any.
how much will it cost me?
thank you for letting me know. i'll get right on it.
what the hell are you doing?
this was not a part of the deal.
if you hadn't guessed, we're in a tight spot.
that old thing's gonna break apart in this atmosphere.
are you sure you won't join us?
there's something i need to do.
this is more than i signed up for.
that planet is cursed. anyone who goes there dies.
i can lead you to one of their kind.
do you copy?
put some tea on. we'll be up in a minute.
i'll let you live.
we've been hitting them pretty hard.
this was the best you could do?
were you able to eliminate them?
looks like we made it. get ready for landing.
according to records, you're quite a soldier. we could really use you.
that was some pretty impressive flying.
can i at least buy you a drink?
i believe you two have met.
i'm surprised to see this place is still standing.
i'll take my chances down here.
we'll watch the doors.
can we talk business?
i'm only here for repairs.
you wanna come back here and try this? be my guest!
i'm sure we can work something out.
i cannot train him.
you've seen what he can do.
i must get back to the village.
i've seen him do things i can't explain.
show yourself. i've been expecting you.
you will learn nothing from me.
surrender, or face the consequences.
we must find a way to free them.
my price is high.
i believe this is your payment.
you made me a promise, and i held up my end.
your bounty hunter failed.
if you want my armor, you'll have to peel it off my dead body.
i give my allegiance to no one.
nice shot.
you look like you've just seen a ghost.
you may think you have some idea of what you're in possession of, but you do not.
it's all the same to these people.
hey, i'm just a realist. i'm a survivor, just like you.
let's get one thing straight. you and i are nothing alike.
everybody's got their line they don't cross until things get messy.
you did what you had to do.
everybody thinks they want freedom, but what they really want is order.
we got company. hang on.
you get to the roof. i'll drop in and pull you out.
hey, if you want to accuse me of something, then just say it.
let's just say they might recognize my face.
you're not going alone. i'm coming with you.
that's not how this works.
that was some nice shooting back there.
wish i could say it looked good on you, but i'd be lying.
i can't go in there.
are you a jedi?
that's who you belong with.
may the force be with you.
you're a disgrace to your armor.
i've heard your voice thousands of times.
i thought you were dead.
don't be afraid.
drop your weapon.
don't worry about me. just be careful in there.
i need your help.
you're sparing my life?
open the doors.
i suggest you shut your mouth.
@singofus whispered: Ari is crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling warmly at her. It had taken a little while to gain her trust, but they were getting there. "I'm so proud of you today, Maggie. You were a great little baker. A superstar. Do you want to come with me and pick out a cupcake that you can bring to your papa when he gets home in a few minutes?" (Because Maggie needs a lovely mama figure)
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her focus drags from the tiny bit of chocolate she can't seem to get off her hand (or is it a freckle?) up to ari as she speaks. the voiced appreciation and shared pride draws a smile, a blush coming to her face. already she's overwhelmed when it comes to receiving positive attention, even as she desperately seeks it every day. to have it handed to her…it's sweeter than the baked goods they just made.
“papa likes chocolate,” she volunteers, setting ground rules for this cupcake hunting scenario, even as she reaches up to take ari's hand so they can venture to the selection process.
sleek gloved fingers play with the stylus of her data pad as she reads through the trade route calls for help from the republic. the merchants claimed pirates but maggie was seeing a different pattern.
“that's why you called me in, isn't it?” she asks, voice modulated by the speaker in her mask, granting a small amount of anonymity. “thought you jedi had better things to do than worrying about merchant trade routes. this whole scene is wrong.”
she glances up at him from behind her mask, taking in his tense stance. more than that, the spirals of light she can practically taste, spinning off of him in fractals that told her more about him than the emblem on his clothes. “take a seat before you wear a hole in the floor.”
"something is very wrong."
assorted bits and bobs of maggie's ✨ star wars verse ✨ :
her father was a human smuggler; her mother was a human force sensitive princess from an aquatic planet, left to her own devices on a "peaceful" moon orbiting her home planet (it was a prison and her mother was the one in charge of it, loosely, while also being locked there herself)
their affair was quick and messy, her father only periodically stopping through on his ways to and from various far more exciting places
her mother was never trained by the jedi or sith, instead self-training in her own blend of light and dark sides, though her favored method of punishment for political prisoners isolated on her moon influenced her further towards the dark side
maggie, for better or for worse, was also force sensitive, and learned of the force through her mother's teachings, though she was far more inclined to embrace the full spectrum of attitudes through the force than her mother
by the time the conflict between the separatists and republic grew to full blown war, maggie had left the moon she'd been raised on and instead found herself in a much bigger pond
her dabbling in the darker side of the force marked her with her mother's iconic yellow eyes (though her sclera remained white) which she covered with a mask and visor, fashioned in a parallel fashion to the clones helmets
her preferred weapons are distance, information, and the force itself, though she is quite lethal with a blade (she loves her vibroknife) and though she doesn't have a lightsaber of her own, if she were to come into possession, bond with, and wield one, it would turn white over time
in all of her different eras, she struggles to balance her place in the force, especially when she sees how others with this ability are using it. neither the jedi nor the sith look particularly appealing, so she hides herself (as best she can) from both.
in the clone wars, she focused on familiarizing herself with her father's handiwork from a distance, using his networks to establish her own, interconnected and interwoven with the smuggling rings throughout the galaxies. an independent entity, she made her coin through racing, pleasure, and information smuggling (20-23 yrs)
in the age of the empire/post-order 66, she stepped as far out of empire control as possible, without allying herself with the rebel forces outright, though assisting them in exchange for temporary protection when the empire upped the hunt for force sensitive adults who escaped the previous purges/collections (23-47 yrs)
in the age of the new republic, maggie has leaned hard into replicating her father's smuggling of goods and information, seeking her own power and security in the vacuum left behind, as tales of force sensitive users become stories of a distant past (separate timeline OR 47+ yrs, depending on vibes)
also what if i took time this star wars day to give maggie a star wars verse....
Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
saying “i know baby” while she’s having an orgasm
it's sinday and that means it's time to analyze maggie's relationship with physical intimacy