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The Nanny – 4.14: The Fifth Wheel
“you should be the bigger person” absolutely not. i’m cursing his entire bloodline.
cranky because you haven’t had any prophetic dreams to aid you on your quest aren’t you
𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 … ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ) set the scene with these modern & evocative prompts inspired by florals & their hidden meanings. themes: city living, devotion, sacrifice, healing & protection.
⁽ * ⁾ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 → sentence starters
“I will always find you, no matter how lost you feel.”
“Let me take your pain—if I could bear it for you, I would.”
“You don’t have to stand alone—I’ll always be here to catch you.”
“Your scars do not make you less worthy of love.”
“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”
“I will stand between you and the storm.”
“Tell me your story—I want to know every part of you.”
“Run. I’ll hold them back.”
“Let me hold you until the nightmares fade.”
"If they want you, they’ll have to go through me first.”
“I will always be your light, even in the darkest moments.”
“Come back to me. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“I won’t let them take you—I’d give anything to keep you safe.”
⁽ * ⁾ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 → scene prompts
LAVENDER → A small, cozy apartment in the heart of a busy city.
CHERRY BLOSSOM → A rooftop bar with twinkling fairy lights.
RED ROSE → A luxury penthouse suite.
SUNFLOWER → A sunflower farm just outside of town.
RUE → A quiet, almost abandoned street in the heart of the city.
FORGET-ME-NOT → A run-down but charming vintage record store tucked between newer shops
BLACK VELVET PETUNIA → A chic, underground jazz club in a city’s artsy district.
MARIGOLD → A farmers’ market on a busy weekend morning.
MOONFLOWER → A secluded, trendy rooftop lounge overlooking a sprawling cityscape at night.
POPPY → An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
MANDRAKE → A small, independent cafe nestled on a quiet street.
LILY → A serene, minimalist art gallery with bright white walls.
CARNATION → A high-end florist shop with glass vases of colorful blooms.
PEONY → A luxury spa retreat by the beach.
ORCHID → A rooftop garden in a sleek modern building.
DAFFODIL → A trendy brunch spot by the lake.
TULIP → A chic urban loft filled with large windows and tulip arrangements.
CAMELLIA → A sleek art deco hotel lobby.
JASMINE → A night-lit garden terrace attached to a modern apartment.
SNAPDRAGON → A secret garden tucked behind an old café in the city.
LOTUS → A chic yoga studio with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a busy street.
AZALEA → A late-night food truck park.
› 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”
⋆｡‧˚ʚ holybent ɞ˚‧｡⋆ — selective, private, & independent writing blog for the original character of magissa, daughter of hermes & circe, goddess of psychedelics, the waking dream state, and subconscious messages. created and cradled by atlas (they/them, twenty8, gmt -4). shaped by & grounded in historical greek mythos, original lore, & madeline miller's circe.
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.
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.
lounging in the poison garden with: @singofus @nectaric
dni: anyone who uses generative ai, blogs with harry potter/jkr muses, under 20, antis, zionists, racists, terfs/transphobes, homophobes, or any other kind of bigot.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍑🍒🍄 ꒱ ˎˊ˗
how can i be so delusional but so logical at the same time. duality.
i will look at u with my big doe eyes … and u will pay for my iced coffee
despite maggie's hardcore intentions to have a realm without sentient beings in it so she doesn't have to actually work like a queen, i've been thinking about hallucinations having a home, so to speak, within subliminal - a place to go when they aren't being perceived. cultural phenomenons, like the hat man and bloody mary, or everyday ones like water on the road or shadow in the woods can find homes in subliminal. the more humanoid ones have a sort of village or town that they cluster in, while the more inhumanoid ones are scattered throughout, depending on which area of the realm makes the most sense for them
Tim Kano and Nikita Kato as Leo & Abigail Tanaka NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Ep. 9229 (2025)
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.
Made of Star Stuff this piece is available as a print in my inprnt shop :3 Kofi | Inprnt | Cara
beautiful women will be like “i baked a cake” and you will say “oh ? what flavour is it” and they say well its a honey rosewater apricot pistachio cardamom vanilla fig jam earl grey poppyseed orange blossom extra virgin olive oil chiffon sponge soaked in raspberry elderflower champagne lipgloss pomegranate matcha ginger blueberry cherry blossom magnolia petal almond passionfruit persimmon syrup with whipped amalfi lemon limoncello ricotta goats cheese honeycomb black pepper bergamot lemon thyme lemon balm rosemary chantilly whipped cream cream cheese feta cheese italian meringue frosting . like ok. i want to spend the rest of my afternoons walking around inside your beautiful mind like a garden
Zendaya photographed by Raoul Alejandre.
“there is a boy at the 7/11 who always knows what I need when I come in at odd hours of the night. when my clothes are half on and my head is half off, he remembers my name when I can’t. I wonder what to name his small magic, it is too important to me to go without calling it something.”
— thankful writings from the weariest || O.L. (via poetbitesback)
0 percent wife material, a complete failure as a wife. maggie is cackling honestly. there's a (read: many) reason(s) she was single/without enduring relationships, and never married or anything in earlier lifetimes
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 . . .
an independent greek mythos oc , exploring divine corruption , fallen 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 angels , 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ones own narrative , identity supplanting , the 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 of sisterhood , incomplete healing , and the 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 of 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 . created ﹠ cradled by 𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒔 ( 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 , 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 , 𝑔𝑚𝑡 -4 ) .
. . . 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬
nudges @0rphea to the dash 🩵
——— piercing & tattoo tour
all tattoos are black and white , save for where color is directly mentioned .
▌ears : two on each lobe , and a tragus , daith, and two helix's on each ear . her ears also have some tattooed lines on the cartilage, like permanent helix's in a lower placement. ▌torso : the triple moon sign on her upper back , not between her shoulder blades but not immediately at the base of he neck ; a black and white candle as a chest piece on her sternum , and a bandaid over a faded scar on her shoulder , with “whoops!” in the bayland font beneath it . ▌arms : a spiderweb around her left elbow, the spider suspended down the length of her forearm ▌hands : finger tattoos with her big three astrological signs , as well as some palmistry tattoos ; a “third eye” with space coloring on the back of her right hand ; on her left hand , the spider from the web lives on her pinky finger . ▌legs : on the front of her thighs , two inverted torches , one on each thigh ; one with black flame and one with red . on her calves , she has a void fox - the back half on her left , the front half on her right , as if it is running through a portal . it is surrounded by poppies , which are on her lower calf / around her ankles .
↪ 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 . ( a series of sentence starters from the 1999 film “ sleepy hollow ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . )
help , here — lend a hand .
just a moment , if i may —
i stand up for sense & justice .
do make certain you meet with success .
such a day for such a sad farewell .
this is such a silly game .
be a sport & stop complaining !
play along , you must .
forgive me , i didn’t know .
we haven’t heard your name yet , friend .
you need some manners .
if we could speak alone ?
how much have your superiors bothered to tell you ?
you are horribly old - fashioned , aren’t you ?
feel free to form your own opinion , though it appears you already have .
it seems i’ve made matters worse .
i’ll leave you to your business .
excuse me … i should apologize .
is it me , or are you this nervous around all women ?
do be a dear & tell me all about it .
sounds like an extraordinary place to live a life .
there is no such thing as magic .
to call a person superstitious is to imply they fear magic .
poets have silly notions .
you do believe me now , don’t you ?
you need less big words , & more common sense .
what the hell are you doing ?
i am not here for revenge . i am here to bring justice .
i manage fine alone .
i deserve to help you . don’t you see how much this means ?
what are you spying on ?
i beg you , no more , please .
i will not allow it . i will not !
why was i not told of this ?
you should step outside .
sorry for disturbing you . i thought a forgotten candle was burning .
having trouble sleeping ?
i have something to show you , if you have a moment .
these scars . how did you get them ?
oh , you are hopeless .
i have a gift for you . true magic which even you will not be able to deny .
are you saying i should be frightened ?
what will it take for you to realize this is no laughing matter ?
don’t be afraid … don’t be afraid .
you promised justice . people have put their trust in you .
why would you do such a thing ?
leave me . you are not welcome here .
allow me some time .
the things i said to you before … i was wrong to say them .
every word you spoke had truth in it .
if you want me to go , i will . do you want me to leave ?
i no longer know what i think or what i feel .
why are you so afraid ? is there truly such harm in uncertainty ?
i should be going … good day to you .
i’m one of the few people who likes you .
i apologize if i worried you .
my god … what has happened ?
yes , i did notice that , thank you .
i am a bad habit . there’s nothing for it .
don’t let him get you .
lay still , [ name ] . do not move .
i’m drawing bad blood from the wound .
you were half - drowned when they found you .
i serve a fine purpose alive .
midnight seems an appropriate time .
hide in my room & bolt the door til i return .
i was getting worried .
do you have anything to clean it with ?
i know you saw me .
i know you followed me last night .
i appreciate your concern .
you are so upset now … & yet , you seemed in such good spirits last night .
why have i not seen your face for so long ?
i have been reading your journal .
what would you have me believe ?
if you think i am behind this , say it .
call me a liar , then , & a murderer .
what is stopping you ? what has happened to your ability to transcend sentimentality ?
don’t dare stand looking as if you still care for me , after all that you have said .
if i were to confess , would that ease your suffering ? would that make it easier for you to hate me ?
the next person to lay hands on me will have a bullet .
you do not know all that has happened .
why … why are you like this ?
to hell with this place & all the people here .
won’t you change your mind ? what can i say to convince you ?
take me with you . there’s nothing left for me here .
forgive me . i failed you .
you … you’re alive .
no one will believe your lies .
i am not going to kill you . not me …
you cannot kill what is already dead .
@singofus whispered : what does your muse find beauty in?
𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 truly is in the eye of the beholder when it comes to maggie . she finds beauty in everything . things that are traditionally beautiful , exceptional , glorious all draw honor and appreciation from her . but so do things that are awesome ( in an old sense of the word , inspiring awe or dread ) , diabolical ( outrageously wicked, infernal , devilish ) , and gruesome ( causing one to feel horror, shudder ) also draw her focus .
she loves the sunset just as much as she loves thorns dipped in blood ; she appreciates the carrion bird resting after gorging itself on innards with wings spread to take in the sun just as much as the brilliant metallic sheen of the hummingbird . she adores fashion and makeup and music and artistry , and she adores the artistic prowess that goes into the hunt , be it in the waking world or not . the gentle hint of teeth from mother night's patient smile and the obvious threat display of a canine snarl both hold sway over her . creating traps , weaving webs , luring prey into a false sense of security is just as beautiful to her as the feeling of cradling her children against her , in aura and in body , as often as they will let her .
but deer can fuck right off .
@seaprofound whispered : how does your muse handle having to confront someone? does your muse have any escapist behaviors? does your muse experience wanderlust? where would they go? ( heeeey, welcome back !! )
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 has , for maggie , gotten much easier over the years of her life . she used to be much more her father's daughter — running away from anything as soon as it could possibly turn to conflict , especially about her . but as she's gotten older , and found beings that she would fight for ( their safety , their happiness , their relationship , etc. ) she's grown into not shying away from it .
now , the way she handles confrontation isn't always the healthiest , but it depends on the circumstances . sometimes a little psychological manipulation is what you need to grease the wheels of progress , you know ? or straight up threats .
but only when she needs to . she just … has a very short fuse when it comes to her family .
𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔 are part and parcel of what make maggie who she is . whether it's through the use of substances , including her powers / domain , or through physically removing herself from responsibilities to go off and do literally anything else , she definitely has them . her whole “coming of age” era was entirely running away from responsibility and recognition — solely escapist behaviors . she's gotten better now , no longer with one foot out the door . she's just conveniently standing next to the door , that's all .
tying to that , 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 is also something that makes maggie who she is . she loves the mortal world , loves traveling and learning new trends , eating new foods , experiencing new art . everything about the mortal world is so precious to her , and she does love to explore it , usually using her mirrors these days , but again ; even before all that , she traveled extensively .
in terms of divine realms , she's also very curious and loves to see new places , but she knows to be more restrained / respectful in those locations . they aren't hers , and they are an intimate space , so she does temper herself more than when in the mortal world .