Zendaya As Tashi Duncan – Challengers (2024)

cranky because you haven’t had any prophetic dreams to aid you on your quest aren’t you

"fuckkk I missed you" while sliding in >>>

nudges @0rphea to the dash 🩵

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)

kinda obsessed with hades 2 hypnos

@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  .  ” 

i just wanna have bruises on my hips because you've held me too tight while i was riding you

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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  .