I Miss Writing My Girl , Open Call For Any And All Memes From The Meme Tag
i miss writing my girl , open call for any and all memes from the meme tag
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maggie had some thoughts about how to spend this sunday, let's just say that
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."
@singofus asked : ❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them ⇢ magissa ﹠ hypnos
athens , 202x .
she's definitely tipsy . like , not nearly enough to not remember tonight , but still - tipsy . a guy's behind her , the same guy that's been dancing with her for the past three songs , his hands tight on her hips , one hand creeping up to her bare midsection . his hand is hot , heavy , against her skin , and she breathlessly laughs , tilting her head to the side . lips skate along the curve of her neck , and she conjures a moan for him .
maybe she'll get lucky this time .
she feels a heavy gaze on her . nothing she's unaccustomed to , but she looks over anyway , too tipsy to stop the thought of caring .
sleepy , but intense , gold eyes stare back at her , briefly lit by a spinning light . she blinks - the eyes are gone .
she's tipsy , not tired , right ?
the guy behind her tugs her closer , and she works to move her attention back to him ; an impossible feat when she's suddenly pulled into someone else's arms . surprisingly strong arms , but he is a god , she supposes .
she looks up , chin on his chest , her own yellow eyes dilated . the guy says something but she's not paying attention .
she slips her hands into his back pockets , him wearing the joggers and cropped t-shirt she'd cut for him , and presses closer to his form . she can see his fangs from this angle .
yum .
“ never thought i'd see you here , ” she says , biting her lower lip . “ you jealous , my lord ? ”
when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull
@singofus whispered : Dystonia approaches mother in a humanoid form and wraps their arms around her. They have seen how much longing their mortal self has for this interaction, and so it has made them wish for a hug from their mother in this form all the more.
𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 . 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 . 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 . 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 . the flavors and sensations of her eldest's aura wash over her , her eyes growing wider in mirrored distress . is this how they are feeling ? how can she help ?
she rises from her garden bed , dirt on her bare knees , her hands dusting each other off as the small nicks and cuts heal themselves in record time . she is … surprised , to see them venturing towards her in a humanoid form . their upset must not be too much — she has no doubt they would resemble a much different form should that be the case .
more teeth ; more ink ; less sanity .
she coos softly as she feels the upset shift to desperation aimed at her , followed by relief as they connect . tan arms wrap around her child , pulling them closer as she lets them take comfort from her . she tilts her head so they can bury their face into her shoulder , tall as they are .
maggie has some suspicions as to why dys is upset , but they can tell her in their own time . they are one of her more sensitive ones ; she won't push where they may not want to be pushed .
( in this , at least . )
“ miss me ? ” she murmurs , as if her realm experiences any celestial light brighter than starlight , around the clock . “ or did you have a long night ? ”
her own aura is wrapped around them , warm wings of protective love .
When would be the first time that little Maggie begins to trust Ariadne? What is their eventual familial relationship like? (Ari loves her so much)
ohhh the first time maggie really begins to trust ariadne would be probably around when she's starting to hit that early puberty , changes are beginning to happen and i feel like crying all the damn time , era . because she needs a woman who gets it - hermes & pan , love them to death , but they aren't really that helpful .
ari ( and dio , but this isn't about him ) have lived through this process before and can approach with empathetic experience , not just sympathetic words . it helps immensely that ari takes what she says seriously , as was established when maggie was younger .
maggie feels listened to , and not just because she's being funny or commanding attention . ari teaches maggie that her words , desires , and experiences are worth respecting and showing even when it is not rooted in entertaining others . especially when it's not rooted in entertaining others . ari helps maggie find her voice .
i think , opposed to pan , maggie can't sub ari in as her mother . because she has those memories — she sees her mother every time she looks in the mirror , ffs — and she can't shake them . she knows where she came from .
but ari , to use a meme , isn't the stepmom ( duh ) but rather the mom who stepped up . and so while maggie calls her aunty ari , and that is her relation , she also is using aunty in the way one would give respect to an older woman , regardless of relationship .
as maggie grows into an adult , especially after her rehab and in-patient experiences , she circles back to ari , ready to actually internalize her lessons and teachings .
and , most importantly , to finally feel worthy of such things .
nudges @0rphea to the dash 🩵
