high key thinking about giving maggie a mut.ant ver.se / gen. superpow.ered ver.se
Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrored Room, Let’s Survive Forever (2017)
🪞 𝑯 𝑶 𝑳 𝒀 𝑩 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 ⸻ selective , private , ﹠ independent writing blog for the original character of magissa , daughter of hermes ﹠ circe , goddess of psychedelics , the waking dream state , ﹠ ( sub ) conscious messages ; created ﹠ cradled by 𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒔 ( they / them , 28 , gmt -4 ) . shaped by ﹠ grounded in historical greek mythos ﹠ madeline miller's circe .
carrd ﹠ prompts
⸻ a narrative study of 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 !!
singofus ﹠ nectaric in the ( poison ) garden ⸻
dni : under 20 , antis , zionists , racists , terfs/transphobes , homophobes , or any other kind of bigot
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@singofus whispered: Ari is crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling warmly at her. It had taken a little while to gain her trust, but they were getting there. "I'm so proud of you today, Maggie. You were a great little baker. A superstar. Do you want to come with me and pick out a cupcake that you can bring to your papa when he gets home in a few minutes?" (Because Maggie needs a lovely mama figure)
⸻ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍑🍒🍄 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⸻
her focus drags from the tiny bit of chocolate she can't seem to get off her hand (or is it a freckle?) up to ari as she speaks. the voiced appreciation and shared pride draws a smile, a blush coming to her face. already she's overwhelmed when it comes to receiving positive attention, even as she desperately seeks it every day. to have it handed to her…it's sweeter than the baked goods they just made.
“papa likes chocolate,” she volunteers, setting ground rules for this cupcake hunting scenario, even as she reaches up to take ari's hand so they can venture to the selection process.
@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 .
🩵☁️ ( ♯ singofus ) 🦋💭
──── the soft-eyed king of slumber ﹠ hawk-eyed queen of subliminal ────
🤎🥀 ( ♯ holybent ) 🪞🍄
@singofus asked : ❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them ⇢ magissa ﹠ hypnos
athens , 202x .
she's definitely tipsy . like , not nearly enough to not remember tonight , but still - tipsy . a guy's behind her , the same guy that's been dancing with her for the past three songs , his hands tight on her hips , one hand creeping up to her bare midsection . his hand is hot , heavy , against her skin , and she breathlessly laughs , tilting her head to the side . lips skate along the curve of her neck , and she conjures a moan for him .
maybe she'll get lucky this time .
she feels a heavy gaze on her . nothing she's unaccustomed to , but she looks over anyway , too tipsy to stop the thought of caring .
sleepy , but intense , gold eyes stare back at her , briefly lit by a spinning light . she blinks - the eyes are gone .
she's tipsy , not tired , right ?
the guy behind her tugs her closer , and she works to move her attention back to him ; an impossible feat when she's suddenly pulled into someone else's arms . surprisingly strong arms , but he is a god , she supposes .
she looks up , chin on his chest , her own yellow eyes dilated . the guy says something but she's not paying attention .
she slips her hands into his back pockets , him wearing the joggers and cropped t-shirt she'd cut for him , and presses closer to his form . she can see his fangs from this angle .
yum .
“ never thought i'd see you here , ” she says , biting her lower lip . “ you jealous , my lord ? ”
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
when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull
also because when a prey animal raised by predator animals becomes, through a twist of fate, a true predator animal that outclasses even the predator animals that raised them. what happens to the rage?
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 :)