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@singofus asked : Kal is grinning from ear to ear and comes in with a cake box that's clumsily tied with a bow. He is just a tad high but just so excited. "Mom! I made you this." He holds the box out. Inside is a handmade chocolate cake with lots of chocolate icing and the words 'best mom in the universe' on it. Universe curving around the edge of the cake to fit, clearly he underestimated how much space it would take up. ⇢ magissa ﹠ kaluciyo

the  midnight  diner  ,  21xx  . 

maggie  looks  up  as  her  youngest  crashes  through  the  kitchen  revolving  door  ,  simultaneously  delicately  holding  something  .  her  heart  warms  at  the  playful  swirling  nature  of  his  aura  .  she  lets  hers  bloom  and  swirl  in  tandem  ,  the  equivalent  of  cupping  his  cheeks  as  she  looks  down  at  the  cake  . 

she  puts  both  her  hands  over  her  chest  ,  looking  up  at  kal  with  nothing  short  of  love  and  gratitude  . 

“  is  this  what  you  were  doing  in  the  kitchen  that  required  me  to  leave  ?  “  she  asks  ,  gently  taking  the  cake  from  him  and  setting  it  on  the  counter  .  ”  this  is  lovely  kali-boy  ,  thank  you  .  shall  we  have  some  ?  "

she  may  be  already  planning  a  treat  basket  in  return  for  him  .   

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)

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 :)

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a study in — the  nature  of  secrets,  the  weight  of  generational  trauma,  what  makes  a  family,  gods  &  fear,  purifying  feminine  rage,  breaking  the  cycle,  love  in  unlikely  places,  diamonds  in  the  rough,  femme  in  relationship,  reveling  in  entropic  systems,  being  raised  by  lions,  being  a  daddy's  girl,  &  leaving  claw  marks  on  everything  you  touch. 

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@singofus asked : ❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life ⇢ magissa ﹠ hypnos

new  orleans  ,  193x  .

she's  walking  from  her  coven's shotgun  house  to  hypnos'  part  of  the  estate  ,  wanting  to  be  with  him  .  it's  not  the  shortest  walk  in  the  city  ,  but  she  hates  having  to  rely  on  carriages  and  cars  when  she  could  just  get  by  on  her  own  .  she'd  done  it  plenty  back  home  ,  and  she  can  do  it  here  . 

she's  also  thrumming  with  energy  and  power  from  the  new  moon  ritual  they'd  done  .  while  it's  not  the  most  replenishing  part  of  the  cycle  ,  it  is  an  excellent  time  for  planting  ideas  in  the  dark  ,  and  watching  them  spread  .  she's  hopeful  for  changes  ,  if  they  aim  their  hexes  right  . 

damn  politicians  .  damn  depression  .  damn  wars  . 

she  cuts  through  the  french  quarter  ,  towards  their  territory  , wanting to feel  a  little  less  like  she's  being  watched  .  of  course  she  is  ,  a  young  woman  alone  in  the  wee  hours  of  the  morning  ,  but  she  doesn't  see  any  colors  to  indicate  sound  .  whoever  it  is  ,  whatever  it  is  ,  isn't  moving  . 

or  is  moving  too  fast  for  her  to  hear  . 

stupidly  ,  naively  ,  feeling  the  rumble  of  the  river  nearby  and  all  the  life  she  can  pull  from  it  ,  she  stops  . 

listening  ,  watching  . 

then  ,  too  fast  for  her  to  comprehend  ,  there's  an  explosion  of  black-white  jagged  edges  and  the  sensation  of  wind  across  her  face  .  she  falls  back  -  was  she  pushed  ?  -  and  feels  a  stinging  at  her  neck  .  she  reaches  up  ,  trembling  fingers  touching  the  point  of  pain  and  coming  back  bloodied  . 

claws  ?  teeth  ?  she  can't  see  ,  so  she  doesn't  know  .

a  pale  hand  is  offered  to  her  abruptly  .  she  blinks  as  she  looks  up  ,  already  taking  the  hand  ,  intimately  familiar  already  .  beyond  hypnos  is  the  slumped  form  of  the  would-be  vampire  attacker  ,  who  had  gone  for  her  throat  before  being  stopped  by  hypnos  . 

she  very  well  could  have  died  . 

the  realization  makes  her  cling  to  hypnos  tighter  ,  feeling  much  safer  in  his  grasp  .  now  comes  the  political  questions  -  is  it  because  she's  a  witch  ,  or  because  she's  his  witch  that  made  her  a  target  ?  was  she  just  easy  prey  ?  there  are  drunks  in  every  hotel  ,  surely  that  would  be  easier  .  why  come  here  ,  near  a  church  ,  after  following  her  for  several  blocks  ,  just  to  attack  ? 

so  many  questions  ,  but  the  most  relevant  one  sticks  out  to  her  .  she  tilts  her  head  ,  revealing  the  wound  to  hypnos  . 

“  can  you  close  it  ?  ”  she  asks  in  a  quiet  voice  . 

something possessed me to draw him

CHALLENGERS 2024, dir. Luca Guadagnino

Zendaya photographed by Raoul Alejandre.