@singofus asked : "Mom! My new friend I made, Meadow, she said that she knew you back in the day. Said you gave the best acid around!!" Kal looks so proud and happy all at once, glad that she inherited mom's skills for crafting good trips. ⇢ magissa ﹠ kaluciyo
erebus , 21xx .
maggie looks up at the first call from her child - a softer , hazier quality to the swirling , bubbling aura - daughter , as she runs in . it takes her a second to think back , over a century and with the drugs in her system it felt even longer , but soon the memories come to her .
meadow , a sweet girl from a blank void of a background , something maggie surely did appreciate . she was always down for a good time , loved music , loved love , and really loved maggie's fun little tabs , infused with a certain degree of intention .
maybe maggie had been casting spells after all .
she had thought a serial killer had gotten to her , honestly . but - wait .
“ well that's very sweet of her to say !! how did you two meet , anyway ? is she a shade , like , what's she up to ? i haven't seen her in a long time . ”
ANYWAY which one of your faves is gonna spend a lazy day in bed with you, catching up on the past week’s missed sleep? just cuddled up under the warm sheets, skin to skin, comfortable in each others’ presence. maybe- definitely- there’s some light touches, he’s feeling the softness of your skin under his fingers and relishing every quiet little sigh, memorizing every little hitch in your breath. and what if he holds you close, spooning you and remarking how perfectly you fit tucked against him, even though he feels like he just can’t get close enough to you. and just when you think your sleepy heart is about to explode, he softly kisses your neck, your shoulder, brings a hand up to kiss each knuckle with so much quiet admiration. it’s enough to make you absolutely melt. when he asks how you’re feeling, you tell him to see for himself- those same reverent fingers dipping between your thighs to feel the wetness gathering there, and he groans into your skin, half-hard cock twitching against his thigh. it doesn’t take long for him to be fully sheathed inside you, barely even thrusting, just grinding slowly, little bit little building up the friction that makes your toes tingle. he holds you tightly against him, whispering praise and admiration into the crook of your neck where he leaves bruising kisses, drinking in every sigh and quiet moan from your lips, pausing to feel every time your walls squeeze him. there’s no rush, no means to an end, just mutually enjoying the feeling of each other. you don’t know how long you’re like this, you refuse to check the time— but your peak washes over you gently like waves on an undisturbed shore, his equally as quiet, and you stay there together, comfortably as close as you could possibly be. there’s no need to move yet, not when the little shards of sunlight glitter around the room, not when his breath is steady against your skin, not when you feel yourself drift back into a comfortable sleep.
send " i'm proud of you. " for receiver to react to yours in a moment of vulnerability.
add " + reverse " to switch sender and receiver.
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.
› SOFT ROMANCE → receiver to sender.
brushing snow off their shoulders
offering to carry their bag
humming a lullaby beside them
making sure their drink is just right
touching hands under the table
sharing a quiet moment in an elevator
pulling the blanket up over them
fixing a crooked button on their shirt
gently resting a hand on their knee
bringing them flowers “just because”
watching them in the soft morning light
adjusting their glasses for them
saving them the last bite
quietly placing their favorite book in their hands
squeezing their arm in silent support
brushing dust off their shoulder
letting their head rest on your chest
warming up a heating pad for them
kissing the top of their head in passing
whispering their name like a secret
setting their phone to charge
pouring their tea before your own
tucking a note into their pocket
drawing a small heart on their wrist
holding the back of their neck gently
pulling them away from the cold wind
leaning into each other on a train
pressing their hand over your heartbeat
offering your hoodie on a cold night
packing a snack for them
gently rubbing their shoulder while they talk
picking them wildflowers
saving a seat beside you for them
mouthing “you okay?” across the room
standing behind them while they cook
helping with their coat sleeves
asking if they’ve eaten today
tracing their laugh lines when they smile
turning their playlist into a shared one
leaving a mug of cocoa on their desk
tying your scarf around their neck
brushing your thumb across their wrist
sitting beside them during a tough day
helping them put on a bracelet
resting your head on their lap
carrying them when they fall asleep somewhere strange
painting their nails for them
pressing a kiss to their wrist
gently holding their chin to meet your gaze
leaving your scent on their pillow
guiding their hand while drawing
humming a song they like
quietly whispering “i missed you”
brushing a tear from their lash
hiding a gift for them to find later
gently pulling them into your arms during a bad dream
braiding their hair without asking
waiting up for them to get home
offering your lap as a pillow
warming their hands with yours in your pockets
shielding their eyes from the sun
holding their face during a long hug
wrapping your arms around their waist while cooking
softly squeezing their pinky when anxious
sharing a hoodie without asking
resting your head on their shoulder during a movie
lightly stroking their hair while they read
offering to write something for them
sneaking a Polaroid of them smiling
casually interlocking fingers while walking
wrapping an arm around them in their sleep
offering a tissue before they ask
kissing their knuckles one by one
gently drying their hair with a towel
placing their hand over your heart
taking their photo when they’re distracted
watching them laugh and smiling to yourself
opening the car door for them
waiting to make sure they’re inside safely
gently tugging on their sleeve to get their attention
letting them nap on your chest
setting an extra place at the table
lending them your favorite book
adjusting their jewelry
putting a hand on their back when guiding them
whispering “you’re okay, i’ve got you”
resting your foreheads together mid-hug
brushing rainwater from their hair
slipping your hand into theirs in silence
bringing a warm drink to their bedside
folding their laundry with a soft smile
reaching out instinctively to steady them
tracing the veins on their wrist with your finger
taking off their shoes after a long day
straightening their tie gently
offering to help them undress when tired
letting your head fall on theirs in a quiet moment
playfully hiding behind them when nervous
buttoning up their cardigan slowly
whispering “you make me feel safe”
modern au doodles
› 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