I Made Maggie's Blog Into A Summer Dreamscape And Now I'm Trying To Figure Out How To Make Than's Blog

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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

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

@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  .   

Forget thinking about the descriptor “soft eyed” for Hypnos. It’s so,,, yes. That’s him. Soft eyed. That gentle loving gaze only your most beloved can give you. Soft eyed Hypnos my beloved.

#relatable

The Nanny – 4.14: The Fifth Wheel

ANYWAY which one of your faves is gonna spend a lazy day in bed with you, catching up on the past week’s missed sleep? just cuddled up under the warm sheets, skin to skin, comfortable in each others’ presence. maybe- definitely- there’s some light touches, he’s feeling the softness of your skin under his fingers and relishing every quiet little sigh, memorizing every little hitch in your breath. and what if he holds you close, spooning you and remarking how perfectly you fit tucked against him, even though he feels like he just can’t get close enough to you. and just when you think your sleepy heart is about to explode, he softly kisses your neck, your shoulder, brings a hand up to kiss each knuckle with so much quiet admiration. it’s enough to make you absolutely melt. when he asks how you’re feeling, you tell him to see for himself- those same reverent fingers dipping between your thighs to feel the wetness gathering there, and he groans into your skin, half-hard cock twitching against his thigh. it doesn’t take long for him to be fully sheathed inside you, barely even thrusting, just grinding slowly, little bit little building up the friction that makes your toes tingle. he holds you tightly against him, whispering praise and admiration into the crook of your neck where he leaves bruising kisses, drinking in every sigh and quiet moan from your lips, pausing to feel every time your walls squeeze him. there’s no rush, no means to an end, just mutually enjoying the feeling of each other. you don’t know how long you’re like this, you refuse to check the time— but your peak washes over you gently like waves on an undisturbed shore, his equally as quiet, and you stay there together, comfortably as close as you could possibly be. there’s no need to move yet, not when the little shards of sunlight glitter around the room, not when his breath is steady against your skin, not when you feel yourself drift back into a comfortable sleep.

kinda obsessed with hades 2 hypnos

i miss writing my girl , open call for any and all memes from the meme tag

@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  .