Madison Cawein, From Myth And Romance: Poems; "Moly" Wr. C. 1899

"Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh, 1856" - x

“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?"

“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)

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

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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

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how’s that house that raised you?