› 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
CHALLENGERS 2024, dir. Luca Guadagnino
“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?"
I just wanna feel something deep (him inside of me)
they didnt give him more backstory bc they knew he'd be too powerful narratively😔
(of course im going to draw him creepy
upon more thought , what if her father was an anachronastic quic.ksilver-esque character . someone who was on a mission through time , stopped to mess around , and accidentally made a child with someone who would later join the brotherhood with ma.gneto . maybe the character only seems fast , but he's really bending time ? small wormholes just for him to mess around with ?
her mother's telepathy was strongest with animals and illusions ; she specialized in making people firmly believe they were animals , down to movements , habits , and mannerisms . maybe she's more powerful if she uses a particular plant that allows her to manipulate reality ; literally turning people into animals .
this would give maggie the softball set up to be connected to portals & travel ( through her father ) + illusions & substance use ( through her mother ) .
high key thinking about giving maggie a mut.ant ver.se / gen. superpow.ered ver.se
when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull
gentle, slow manipulation - "just a kiss" to "I'll only grind against you" to "only the tip, promise" to "just a little more" to "I won't cum inside" until you're a cum-filled wreck underneath them.
during her death year, maggie periodically remembers key figures from mortal history that deserved better than what they got and spends an inordinate amount of time trying to find them so she can, if only for herself, know that they're doing alright. and also just to find someone to chat with, lest she return to trying to sleep in her death bed.