#maisie writes

[jakeperalta]

maisie peters making an album about peace, reflection, freedom, flight, home and true love

[permetutotheworld]

hi my name is Persephone, but you can call me Seph/Sephy/Nyx , I use they/xe pronouns, I’m an asexual lesbian, I’m autistic+adhd,

and I’m a minor (please don’t be creepy I’ve already had two people message me being weird and sexual)

I write a lot of poetry and I’m writing a book at the moment based off of the idea of multiple universes existing at a time, I sing and I love performing, specifically musical theatre

I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS!! I write poetry mostly for them but microfics tooo, for good omens, the marauders, percy jackson, les mis and any TJ Klune books that ive read, just pop a prompt into my inbox and ill do my best to get jt to you as fast as i can <3

my fandoms are : Les Mis, good omens, pjo, marauders, hunger games, aru shah, marvel, doctor who

my favourite music: queen, Maisie peters, the last dinner party, the crane wives, Taylor Swift, Florence and the machine, rene Rapp, Chappell roan, David Bowie, blondie, boygenius, most musicals

favourite books: house in the cerulean sea, under the whispering door, in the lives of puppets (all by TJ Klune)

my tags:

Nyx yaps: my silly little commentary on anything that happens to me

nyx vents: my life low-key sucks quite a lot at time so I vent a bit but I make sure to trigger warning everything triggering

nyx writes: I write silly little poems and stories that I post sometimes

nyx’s moots 🫶🫶: for my lovely moots

Nyx loves their gf: thats right guys i love my gf so mich and i talk about her a lot

perpendicular universe: posts about my fantasy novel im working onnn

Please dni if you’re queerphobic or discriminate against minorities in general, if you support trump or other dickwads like him or if you’re just going to be mean

also I do struggle a lot with mental health so I probably will randomly disappear or vent but I’ll make sure to trigger warning everything

my writing blogg: @persephone-writes-silly-stuff below the cut: my rp blogs, my moots and my fics

My rp blogs:

@nico-sees-dead-people @prongsie-rambles @regulus-the-star @pandora-opens-the-box @sunshine-boy-official

@enjolsaurus-rex @sunshine-prongsie-boy @panda-reads-your-death @lily-petals-falling @stars-andpoems

if you like my blog you should check out my amazing mutuals whom I love and adore:

@xenocollector LES MIS RAAA

@sauntering-vaguelydownward literally so sweet ilysm/platonically

@marylily-my-beloved love you Fatimah omg

@aidens-ocean-galaxy very purple coded person and very cool also so genuinely lovely we live laugh love Juno in this household

@theoristswan5683 literally so nice omg they have the loveliest vibes 😭

@ashstillalive Amazing writer amazing person will happily beta read for you anytime

@mae-occasionally-reads so sweet so lovely so cool so glad we’re mutuals love you so much/platonic vibes only MY BEST FRIEND ILYYYSMMM/pl <3333

@definitionoffuckup AL very cool individual

@rafaelthesilly I KNOW YOU IN REAL LIFE POOKIE YOURE THE BEST LESBIAN BUDDIE MY AMAZING SPOUSE ILYSM (platonically)

@inezrable I have more octopus facts for you!!!!!!!

@garden-of-runar the coolest person alive still can’t believe you followed me back althought yoir spice tolerance js weird as shit/lh and paprika is not spicy

@ravenwordss literally so sweet love you/pl

@pyromaniacbibliophile my spouse bc we are married

@cossie-fauchelevant the one and only cosette to my enjolras <3

@delinda24601 SHES SO COOL MY IRL BUS BESTIE LOVE HER TO BITS I FOUNDED HER FAN CLUB SHES SO SUPER COOL GUYS 🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

@im-on-crack-send-help RIYANAAA SO SUPER COOL ILYSM

@startswithahell - cant wait for those unhinged asks omgomg

@biggestqiblifan - I LOVE YOU SM/pl

@the-eclipse-is-in-me - one of my favouritest people on this hellsite

@circe-butbetter - JANA!!! So incredibly cool and iconic

@joanmonet - JOAN!! IRL!! SHE GAVE ME TURKISH DELIGHT AND IS LITERALLY MY WIFE VERY COOL WE SHARE LIKE 90% OF THE SAME INTERESTS !!!! WHAT AN ICON!!! WE FRICKING SAUTÉED ON THOSE EXAMS!!!

[izzyaguecheek]

foaming at the mouth at the realization that the climax of The Secret History started with Henry "kidnapping" Camilla like the Trojan War started because of Paris "kidnapping" Helen

[lady-stardust-sang]

Cate's brother

James threw this Halloween party and he invited fourty of his best friends

Sirius and Remus showed up, he got 'em a drink said, "How was your weekend?"

That's when her first heard his name and saying it tastes like earl grey, lavender and midwinter.

Sirius had family stay from his hometown, "James did you meet my brother?"

And then James said "No I didn't!"

And then he started coming over. 

And James heart went love him he’s the one and we shall wed 

And then James’ head said Are you gonna work, you gonna hurt, you gonna last forever? Are we gonna make, it gonna break it, when it now or never? If it’s gonna hurt will it be worth it and will I recover? Are you gonna feel the way I feel, are you for real Sirius’ brother?

He has these eyes so gray, he’s five foot six and a little younger than James. 

They go on cinemark dates with Sirius and Remus, true love in 3D,

He’s fun and weird and ridiculously smart, likes cheap cigarettes and can down a vodka like no other,

James grabbed his hand in the dark and he pulled him to the car and the speakers played ABBA, and they pulled up to James’ front door, and then they opened the door, and when they started making out they tripped and fell in a bed. 

And then James’ head said Are you gonna work, you gonna hurt, you gonna last forever? Are we gonna make it, gonna break it, when it’s now or never? If it’s gonna hurt will it be worth it and will I recover, “Are you gonna feel the way I feel? Are you for real Sirius’ brother?

Will we ever get together? We’d be perfect for each other! Will we ever get together?”

And Sirius’ Brother said, “I won’t let you down or lead you on, no I’m not like the others.”

James said “How can I know your for sure it’s only been a winter?” 

He said “Get a flight to my hometown and you can meet Barty and Evan.”

That’s when James became his only man and now he dates Sirius’s brother!

[marblebagcollective]

on one hand. cdream being transphobic and hating autistic people is funny and realistic. on the other hand. him being the kind of villain to fdo genuinally horrific things but Not stoop to the low of being transphobic / ableist is so fucking funny too. like.

"hey dream ive been thinking a lot and i think i might be a girl." "ok cool. ill make sure to use she her for you if thats what feels the best. anyways. armour in the hole."

[fairyboygenius]

ask me questions about my new wip?

working title: mastermind

plot: pop star hits rising artist kyle garrick with her car. her pr team decides that they should enter into a PR relationship because their albums are coming out the same day. in the interest of being transparent and honest, she tells kyle about the people she’s casually hooking up with- a medical student and tattoo artist named simon, a nepo baby painter who’s overstayed his visa named johnny, and an f1 driver for ferrari with multiple luxury brand campaigns named farah. soon enough, kyle’s invited over to meet simon and johnny, and the fun begins ;)

oc: think a cross between sabrina carpenter, ariana grande in her eternal sunshine era, chappell roan, and molly grace (if you don’t know her, look her up!) current name is maya finnemore, she’s fat for sure. former child star who now makes raunchy pop and is very outspoken about social issues. also she’s a terrible driver because of her disaster bisexual tendencies

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

dedicated to the anon who asked me about this - please enjoy (??) pow kit x bucky

warnings: references to suicide, starvation, death

word count: 2.9k

-> sick to my skin - john egan x kit mckenzie

It was dark inside the carriage - so dark that Kit could only catch a glimpse of her surroundings when they passed a light outside, illuminating a narrow column of white that never lasted beyond a second. The tight press of bodies on either side reassured her that Dawn and Maisie were still there, still squeezed up against her within this mass of bodies, the stench of sweat and grime almost unbearable for those who weren't used to it.

But after two months out there, they were more than used to it.

There were no pretences left in the darkness. She could hear a man sobbing in the corner, and imagined an anguished face to match the voice, head buried in his hands as he muttered prayers between choked breaths.

Kit was so goddamn tired. But every time she'd felt sleep come to claim her, tugging at her eyelids until she was finally subdued, Dawn’s fingers would pinch at her thigh, or Maisie would dig her nails into her arm, jolting her back into the harsh realm of consciousness. It seemed in itself a form of cruel torture, but after the first couple of times, she began to realise that they were worried that if she fell asleep now, she simply wouldn't bother waking up again. 

After weeks of siphoning her rations - of secretly stripping away her own supply to keep the other two strong - she supposed it must have appeared to them as some kind of slow, passive suicide. Kit had never thought of it that way before, but there was a chance they had been right.

Thea's blood had dried on her hands until it turned brown, and then flaked off in pieces, one chip at a time. She had refused to waste the water it took to clean it.

"We'll stop soon," Maisie whispered, sounding less than convinced herself. "We've gotta stop soon, we can't go forever."

Dawn's voice was hoarse from hours of silence, her throat dry as bone. "Wherever we end up... at least they'll probably have beds."

The things she'd give for a bed right now. Kit didn't remember what a good one felt like. There'd been the hard mattresses at Thorpe Abbotts and the training grounds, and before that the shitty motel room beds - and before that the backseat of her dad's car. Somewhere along the line, there had been her childhood home and a bed that didn't leave her aching. She remembered what it had looked like, but not how it had felt.

Her body felt at once impossibly fragile and desperately heavy as they reached the end of the line, breaks screeching against the tracks as the train rolled to a stop. Finally, the light stilled long enough to see. Maisie scrambled to her feet, reaching down to seize Kit's wrists, hauling her up with a shared grunt as a wave of nausea flooded her stomach.

"Jesus, hold on I gotta-" Kit spoke, barely more than a whisper as she clamped a firm hand over her mouth. The others shared a glance as Dawn took her arm, slinging it over her shoulder.

"You okay?" She urged, and Kit nodded as the sickness slowly subsided, pushing her heels into the stilled ground beneath them as they shuffled towards the exit, swept along by the crowd of equally exhausted prisoners.

Daylight was blinding. It took every ounce of strength left in her not to stumble as they reached the doors, the sun stinging her eyes as her expression crumbled against it. Maisie's hand was in hers again, the pair guiding her down onto the ground below with as much care as if they were carrying a crate of porcelain. She figured she must have been pale enough to look the part.

"D'you remember what you said to them? In interrogation?" Maisie uttered as Kit surrendered her weight to her, shouldered so close together that her lips practically brushed her ear.

She could scarcely remember even being there. The moment she'd sat down in that chair, she'd simply switched off, gaze unfocused and unsettled against her surroundings, her interrogator's words hitting her ears but never reaching her mind.

"No." She confessed.

"Me neither."

The path ahead was long, barbed wire fences shrinking in the distance, and Kit could've sobbed at the prospect of having to walk it. But then there was Dawn again, propping her up, arm slung around her shoulders so her feet never had to take the weight of the rest of her. She wanted to thank her - she turned her head, opened her mouth to speak the words, but something got stuck in her throat, and nothing came.

"Yeah, I know," Dawn whispered as they began the trudge towards the front gates.

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Sweat slicked her fringe, hair plastered to Kit's forehead as they hobbled into the camp, her gaze too fixed on the ground to take in her surroundings, too focused on the constant repetitive movement of putting one foot in front of the other without stumbling.

Too focused, that is, until a familiar voice split the air, slicing through the countless unrecognisable shouts that rose on all sides, catapulting her back into the present.

"Maisie!" Nora bellowed, clawing her way through the crowds to reach the fence, keeping pace with the stumbling group of arrivals as they reached the gates. At the sight of her friend, Maisie burst into tears, squeezing Kit's hand so tightly it hurt, teardrops cutting through the thin layer of grime that marred all of their faces.

"They're here," Dawn chuckled in disbelief, picking up the pace as best she could without having to drag Kit, a grin creasing her cheeks.

A small huddle of them were waiting close by as they entered the camp, flooding out of a nearby hut to see if it could be true - if they could possibly be here, alive.

Nora. Marty. Yara. And then-

Kit began to sob.

For a moment they were stuck still, staring. Kit McKenzie didn't cry - hell, if she was reliable for anything it was that; her relentless ability to simply take things on the chin and bear it. But in all her life, she couldn't remember ever having been so tired and so relieved all at once.

Yara was the first to come forward, taking her into sturdy arms, wrapping her in an embrace. Dark curls tickled Kit's nose as she buried her face into the crook of her neck, choking out another few sobs as she squeezed as hard as her exhausted body could manage.

"Cap'n," Yara whispered, and she could hear the reassurance in her voice, adjusting her arms to hold her tighter.

"I think I'm gonna fall over if you let me go," Kit admitted, already feeling her legs wobble from the moment Dawn had stepped aside.

"Okay. That's okay. Egan, get your ass over here, I swear-"

The second Bucky had first laid eyes on her, he'd frozen. His stomach had sunk, his throat clogged, a wave of nausea rising through him. Kit had always been scrawnier than most, but god she was so thin now. Her eyes were different - hollow where they'd always been bursting with life before, her cheeks void of colour as he finally found the switch in his brain that allowed him to move, dirt crunching beneath his boots as he made a beeline for her. Yara had kept a grip on Kit until the last second, but even then, she seemed to collapse into Bucky's arms the moment he reached her.

"Oh my god," He breathed, raising a hand to stroke her filthy hair, feeling his sweater grow taught as she balled the wool in her fists. "You're alive."

In that moment, a guard could have pointed a gun at them and neither would have noticed, their surroundings wholly forgotten. Kit's face was buried against his chest, taking one long, deep breath after another. Even after so long, even under the dirt and grime, he smelled the way she remembered - the way he had done that first night they'd spent together. She'd earnestly convinced herself that they'd never see one another again - that the war would always keep them apart, and by the time it was over he would have moved on away from her. But here he was, holding her tighter than he ever had before, his arms a shield around her after being vulnerable for so long.

"I need- I need to go inside, I need to talk to the crew," Kit insisted, squirming out of his grip even as every muscle in her body screamed at her to stay close to him for even one second longer.

"Okay," Bucky nodded, a solid grip on her arm for fear that she might lose her strength at any moment.

"Dawn. Dawn," She called, stumbling her way towards the blonde, words toppling out too fast to control. Dawn had been in hushed conversation with Hambone, their faces so close she hadn't quite been sure they weren't already kissing, but she turned as soon as her name rang out, brow furrowed as Kit approached. "Dawn, I have to tell them."

"No, hey-" She spoke forcefully, seizing Kit by the shoulders. "You have to eat something. You have to sleep. I'll tell them."

"I was there, it should be me," Kit shook her head, blinking away the tears that had welled up. John was stuck at her side, exchanging a wary glance with Howard as the two women spoke - whatever they had to tell the others, it wasn't good.

"Please," Dawn said, voice wavering, as if she were about to cry. "Kit. Go inside."

Kit's teeth dug into her lip, toying with the flesh as she stared back at her, eyes wide and dark and watering.

"... Okay," She seceded, speaking barely above a whisper as she leaned back against Bucky, letting him take some of the weight she was struggling to carry alone.

The hut was empty as they entered, its inhabitants spilling out into the cold to watch the new arrivals. He had guided her gently inside, a hand on each arm, her palm raised to cover one of his, to remind herself that he was real. Secure in the room's privacy, Kit turned to face him, a frown tugging at her expression. "John-"

His palms were on her cheeks, cupping her jaw as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, the taste of sweat and dirt fresh on his lips. Bucky held there for a moment before pulling away, the first trace of a smile etched upon her face.

"Thought I was never gonna see you again."

"Me too."

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He brushed her hair, slow and gentle until it became impossible, bristles sticking against matted knots with every tug. "Just cut it off," Kit breathed, perched on the edge of his bunk, leaning forwards slightly to press her forehead against the side of the ladder as she began to grow dizzy.

"Kit, I can't-"

"Just get rid of it. I don't care, Bucky."

Benny had a pair of scissors hidden under the mattress. He knew where to find them, but once he had he wished he'd never picked them up, the tiny tool as heavy as a rifle in his hand. The mattress sank beside her as he took a seat, but she never turned to look back at him.

"... What happened out there?"

"Weren't exciting. We wandered around aimlessly for two months - stole to eat, went hungry when there was nothing to steal," Kit sniffed roughly, finally sparing him a glance. "Thea died."

As if on cue, Nora began to sob outside, the sound creeping its way through the cracks in the window frame. So Dawn had told them, like she said she would.

"I'm sorry."

She shrugged, turning her back to him.

"Just cut it."

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He did a terrible job. Her hair was cropped short just below the ears, scrappy tufts protruding at odd angles where he'd had to cut almost to the scalp. It was a hack job - his only solace came with the knowledge that Nora would probably be able to salvage it. Once she'd stopped sobbing, that was.

Kit felt him run a hand through her hair, fingertips skimming against the rough, cut ends, and she fought the urge to lean back against his palm. His was a motion she was familiar with - from all the way back to that first night they'd spent together, she knew the feeling of John Egan's hand against her skin all too well. But she was just so tired.

Brady brought food, and a bowl of the cleanest water he could find. Although she had no idea what he had given her, she scoffed it down with such ferocity that it was a miracle she never choked, wiping a dribble of broth from her chin as she finished. Dawn and Maisie had eaten theirs with similar energy, the quiet hut filled with the unpleasant sounds of slurping as the rest of their crew remained silent, still shell-shocked by the news of Thea's loss.

If the water had been warm when Brady first found it, the heat had ebbed from it in the time it took Kit to eat, cold to the touch once Bucky set to cleaning her up. He was endlessly gentle, in a way no one could quite expect from a man so full of vigour, hands soft as they wiped the grime from her face, her hands, her back, every crevice that had gone untouched since the day of the crash. Kit found herself infinitely more ashamed of her filth than her nakedness once they were alone, the latter a sight he had grown somewhat accustomed to, although it had been so very long since he'd seen it.

She lifted her hand to move her hair, to grant him access to scrub at the back of her neck, only to swipe at empty air. From the moment she had first stripped herself of her clothes to the moment she was re-dressed in a new shamble of ill-fitting replacements, neither spoke a word. They didn't need to. There was so much left open between them, so much time unaccounted for, but everything that needed saying they already knew.

I missed you.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm still in love with you.

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Bucky's bunk was rough against her bones, all points and corners from the hunger, but it was still the most content she'd been in weeks. The food had done her good. Her head felt clearer, her limbs felt solid. With the stench of her clothes and her skin cleared away, the need to retch was gone. Kit curled on her side, knees pulled up towards her stomach as he sat in a chair beside the bed, occasionally taking a strand of her hair between his fingertips, just holding it there - a physical confirmation of her presence.

Maisie was faring well. The room had filled again, their bunkmates sitting by in uncomfortable quiet as the once-timid radio officer paced back and forth by the window, picking and gnawing at her fingernails.

"Please, Maisie, just-" Nora sighed, the news of her fallen comrade ageing her ten years in just a few hours. "Sit down."

"We-" Maisie stammered slightly, pausing mid-stride, eyes wide like cornered prey. "We did something out there... Something bad."

Bucky glanced down at Kit. Her stare was fixed on her crewmate, unmoving, unrelenting, something indiscernible in her eyes that filled him with equal parts curiosity and dread.

"Maisie," Dawn hissed, jaw clenched. When Maisie met her gaze, she offered the slightest shake of her head - so modest it might have gone unnoticed had the entire room not begun to stare.

Maisie relented just as swiftly as she had begun, lip drawn sharply between her teeth as she piped down, perching on the edge of the bunk beside Dawn, who raised a comforting hand to the back of her neck. The pair had shorn their hair in an equally clumsy manner, mirroring Kit's state in a last-ditch effort to remove the proof of their ordeal.

Looking down at her again, John felt his brow furrow, a frown tugging at his features.

"... What did she-"

"Don't worry about it," Kit said, her voice coming out strong for the first time since she'd arrived. Whatever Flynn had been so worried by, it didn't seem to phase her. Before he could prod further, she rolled onto her other side, face almost pressed against the wall in the narrow bunk.

She was his Kit. She was. But something there was not.

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Gale stirred from his sleep in the middle of the night, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the thick darkness, quickly recognising the familiar sound of snoring all around him. The room had been crowded before - with the new arrivals, it was even worse. But there was an unspoken understanding here - an acknowledgement that they'd rather be packed in here like sardines than out there apart.

His head lolled to the side, taking in what little of his surroundings he could make out in the dimness.

In the glare of a searchlight, peeking in from outside, he could make out John's silhouette, still slumped in his chair, sleeping soundly as Kit filled his bed. Her arm was draped across his lap. Even in his unconscious state, he held two fingers to her pulse.

Gale couldn't help but smile.

[kkeidawrites]

Decision

The quiet conversation between captain and adopted son was whispered around the medical bay, the unbelievable story told in great detail. Y/n caresses Maisie’s coils of hair a worried look to the injured girl and thoughts of prayers to her healing.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Maisie was hurt and now Red is in captivity, being dragged behind the ship like some kind of show pony.

“I see. That’s some story Jacob,” Captain Crow says nonchalant and Y/n turns to tune in to their conversation.

“The hunter befriended a beast. Huh. What took me dead light. What am I supposed to think of you Jacob?” Crow asks leaning in.

“That thing…and I, we had an understanding.”

“You had a truce with a beast? Whatever happened out there is nothing compared to the centuries of war.” Crow seems that he was always somehow educating Jacob and it looked as though this time his son wasn’t getting it.

“But you weren’t there. The beast has done more to help the three of us during these few days. Even when Maisie got hurt, the beast came over to her, not to eat her but to comfort her.” Y/n speaks up.

“A beast do not give comfort. They take it and if you can’t see that girl then you’re a mindless as those beasts.” Crow quips.

“Those beasts took ya’ dead light. Would you like the other one go too?” Y/n threatens with a hand on her sword. Crow only gives Y/n a sideways glance before turning back to Jacob.

Y/n stands to the side of Jacob, feeling that his talk with Captain Crow was getting a bit testy.

“I know what I be, Jacob. I’m the son of a captain, who was a son to his captain. And if our birth is to fight then by God, we will fight. To be tested and find our greatness.” Crow is a bit closer now to Jacob.

“So, I ask you Jacob, my son…are you my enemy?”

Jacob’s eyes search the ground, an answer he had yet to even bring himself to have ready to give. Was he an enemy now? He was unsure.

Without anyone watching, Maisie is springing from her bed, grabs her knife and makes a beeline to Crow’s upper body. Her intentions were clear, but Jacob is quick to stop her, the excitement is quickly died down as Maisie falls to her knees in exhaustion.

“Let her go.” The little girl demands, tiredly. Jacob moves the knife away from Maisie and looks back up at Captain Crow.

She was still very weak. Y/n is quick to kneel next to Maisie and placed a hand on her back. The girl begins breathing heavily, obviously still tired.

Crow chuckles and stands to leave the sick bay.

“She’s all vinegar.” He spoke and grabs his hat and coat from behind First Mate Sarah Sharpe.

Y/n follows Jacob as he picks up Maisie and puts her back on to the cot. Maisie squints up at Jacob, determination still in her glare to make sure he paid attention to her next words.

“You have to save Red. She’s our friend.” Maisie breaths out weakly and Jacob sighs quietly.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her and Y/n looks at Jacob with pleading eyes.

“Jacob…” Y/n says in disbelief.

“She needs her rest.” The doctor interludes and Jacob nods.

“I’ll get you back home to Guelston. You’ll be safer there and you will live a long good life.” He promised her, Maisie only turns away.

“We first need to appear in Castle Whiterock, we have a date with the king and queen.” Crow says and Jacob looks back at Maisie with a conflicted look, then makes his way to Crow’s side.

Y/n steps in front of Jacob, halting his slow stride.

“Jacob, you can’t be serious? You can’t do this, you know it’s not right!” Y/n tells him but Jacob says nothing.

“Red is our friend. Why can’t you see that this isn’t what you want?” Y/n questions.

“Enough, Y/n. There’s nothing to be done.” Jacob affirms as he walks around her to grab his weapons belt. Y/n is right on his ass.

“Yes, there is! You just won’t give into the temptation that what you’re doing is wrong! This ain’t you, Jacob.” Y/n grabs his wrist, halting him again.

“Jacob, please…I’m just begging ya’. Do the right thing.” She begs and Jacob gently shrugs her wrist off his to walk alongside with Crow. The captain puts an arm around his shoulders as the two leave the medical bay.

“I imagine you could use a drink my boy.” Crow comments but Jacob says nothing turning to look back at Maisie then Y/n who was standing there with her arms crossed and a furrow brow.

Y/n returns to Maisie and holds her small hand a sigh leaving her lips.

“Y/n…how could Jacob do this?” She questions weakly.

Y/n sighs again and places a hand on her head to card through her coils.

“Rest now, Maisie. I will be here when you awake.” She tells her and a tear streaks down the girl’s cheek.

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[jakeperalta]

maisie is truly hilarious for ending the first prechorus with "and definitely no you, andrew" and then making this the second verse

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

The Good Witch by Maisie Peters x Writing

The Persian Sibyl – Guercino // Portrait of a Girl – Workshop of Joshua Reynolds // Woman Writing a Letter – Gerard ter Borch // The Love Letter (Girl at the Window) – Hugo Kauffmann // The Important Response – Florent Willems // What to Write – Hermann Fenner-Behmer // Allegory of the Raid on Chatham (1667) with a Portrait of Cornelis de Witt – Cornelis Bisschop (detail) // Coming of Age – Maisie Peters // Watch – Maisie Peters // The Band and I – Maisie Peters // BSC – Maisie Peters // There It Goes – Maisie Peters // History of Man – Maisie Peters

[unicornofthesun13]

Brooklynn and Maisie sibling headcanons

Brooklynn introduced Maisie to Ester Stone after months of Maisie teasing her about her special interest. Now, some of their conversations consist entirely of quotes. It's like a secret language.

Maisie and Darius get along really well. Sometimes when Darius comes over to see Brooklynn, he spends half the time talking dinosaurs to Maisie

When the clone thing comes out Brooklynn teaches Maisie how to handle the media. Especially how to stay calm in the face of invasive questions about her family

(She also teaches them how to hack but their parents don't need to know about that one)

Brooklynn calls her Mai and she is the only one allowed to do so without being scowled at or worse

They never officially come out to each other. One day Brooklynn just asks 'wait what are your pronouns again?'

Maisie has a posters of Dr. Wu and Eli Mills up in their room that they both throw darts at when they're angry.

They're incredibly in tune to each others nightmares and will often wake up in time to stop the screaming

Some nights, when Maisie's claustrophobia is really bad, they sit on the roof until the sun comes up and Brooklynn tells her about all the cool places in the world.

They listen to horror podcasts and true crime together

They share social cues they've learned with each other. 'Did you know when people ask how you are they don't actually want to know???' 'Yeah had to learn that one the hard way.'

Maisie was very shocked to learn London and England are nothing like how Iris described it.

Sometimes they fight, when Brooklynn is terrified they're turning out too much like her

('You deserve a childhood, Mai! One without all this shit.' 'Well maybe that's not your choice to make.')

The only times Maisie feels really bad about what she did freeing the dinosaurs is when seeing one out in the wild triggers Brooklynn.

They cannot hide secrets from each other. Both because they know each other well and because neither of them can resist snooping to save their lives (sometimes literally I guess)

[realrichinmyhead]

﹡ ' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ' 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

( ૮₍´˶• . •🎀₎ა ) : ────────── dialogues taken from the extra songs in maisie peter's album , ‘ the good witch ( deluxe ) ’ . dialogues range from happy , sad , angry and more . edit and change as you deem necessary . please like and / or reblog if using and consider following !

❛ but i'll believe in you, still your number one fan. ❜

❛ so i've been tryin' peace and love and telling the truth. ❜

❛ good luck, god speed. ❜

❛ you have a phone, you should've called. ❜

❛ you knew i was scared when you were driving too fast. ❜

❛ i gave you the answer, it was in all the songs. did you even listen to the playlist? ❜

❛ my thing is i'm still obsessed with the idea of this one thing—with all the ways that's it wasn't but it might've been. ❜

❛ but by new years' i'll be a very different person. ❜

❛ but i'll always see great heights in you. ❜

❛ you misunderstood a lot of things. but, yeah, i guess me too. ❜

❛ i'm older now but i still don't really know things. ❜

❛ you should've put me above those people you didn't even know. ❜

❛ my ex was a bitter man, middle child. ❜

❛ i thought that we were forever and ever, i guess i was wrong. ❜

❛ can you just please listen? ❜

❛ time to grow up, you were the one and now you're not. ❜

❛ man, you know, yoko never broke up that band. ❜

❛ i wrote you all these fucking songs, and you broke up with me. ❜

❛ last year, i had to focus on survival. ❜

❛ you'll be lonely in your fifties. ❜

❛ i gave you the option and you chose wrong. ❜

❛ after the crowd's gone, i'll be the last one. ❜

❛ thought you knew how i felt, now i doubt it. ❜

❛ and say you're pretty sure that blonde wants you so bad. ❜

❛ i guess i'm disappointed that you didn't "merry christmas" your way back into my life. ❜

❛ you said fine, when you should've said, "or we could try?" ❜

❛ who took all of my trust then abused it? ❜

❛ cute, your car is sports, like, is that fast? ❜

❛ but i got drunk, told everyone that i broke up with you. ❜

❛ took a big leap, now you're bleedin' with a broke nose and a dumb smile. ❜

❛ you were an asshole, face it. ❜

❛ it's just the way you're talking, it's just your head. ❜

❛ should've been honest, should've told the truth. ❜

❛ i think you want to start a war, i've got bigger battles. ❜

❛ i'm joan of arc and you're just a guy on a horse. ❜

❛ i see it like i always knew it. ❜

❛ so you've really only got like a five day gap before i definitely can't tolerate your bullshit anymore. ❜

❛ i meant don't go, it came out as goodbye. ❜

❛ did someone drop you as a kid or is that coke? ❜

❛ i have two friends, i listen to them like the bible. ❜

❛ sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth. ❜

❛ time will heal, but i'll always be a little bit broke. ❜

❛ no getting attached to men you can't have. ❜

❛ i hear you talking over me, like, is that smart? ❜

❛ you weren't love but i think i confused it. ❜

❛ it's a shame i told my journal and my mirror, but i never told you. ❜

❛ and you misunderstood me leaving as something i wanted. i didn't want it at all. ❜

❛ hey baby, he's just something you'd regret. he's not a savior or the best you'll ever get. ❜

[inkykeiji]

i miss touya so much today that i’m just,,, listening to his fucking laugh on repeat

[juliette-cai-enthusiast]

Listening to The Good Witch and getting the most insane song envy why didn’t I write this album

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I feel in my bones that The Tortured Poets Department is going to be thematically similar to The Good Witch.