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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 1

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It's episode 4 If I Can't Reach You / Let My Song Teach You, time for two of my favorite things: glam rock and homosexuals. which are basically the same thing if you think about it.

she's like damn, billy, that was ruthless. honestly this is going to make her care about billy even more, not only he's powerful, not only he reminds her of nicky. now he's a murderer too?? perfect son is perfect. I love how she's studying sharon's body with her detective Agnes face, her mind is going a million miles a minute

her third-wall-break winks destroy me. and that poor hairdo. all gone expect for the giant turd on top.

alice being truly and genuinely sorry about sharon. lilia and jen being gossiping hags

agatha honey you're so dainty and feminine, look at you. and that's an interesting and not at all painful tree shape you picked. (I would have never noticed any of this without brightening the scene, it's outrageous. everyone involved in this show is amazing except the lighting department. shame on you lighting department)

whatever alice does openly and sincerely, agatha does secretly or as a joke. parallels, parallels

jen is like, can you believe this bitch

without being asked, alice goes to help digging the grave

that is the idiot I fell in love with and I'm way past regretting my choices at this point!! I know how rio feels now

"coven two" is one of those lines that make you laugh on first view and shred your heart in a million tiny pieces at every following rewatch. this show HAS to be watched at least twice, don't ever trust reviews or complaints by ppl who didn't, because they missed at least half of what makes it great.

a clown running from the tragic truth that her son wrote the Ballad, making sad clown noises all over the Road

when alice is called to referee as the Resident Ballad Expert and agatha looks at her expectantly hands in pockets, somehow extremely obnoxious, extremely gay and extremely sad at the same time

alice is SO above bickering. jen is being a baby because she's mad at agatha, lilia is being a baby cause she's grumpy and a contrarian, billy is sixteen, agatha is, well, agatha. alice is the only adult in the building

just one, huh? that's fine. that's fine. who needs a heart anyway.

the common gypsophila or baby's breath symbolizes sincerity, purity, innocence. does it symbolizes sharon? or is billy leaving it on her grave a metaphor for his naivety and good intentions gone wrong?

billy's romantic ideals of what it means to be in a coven have just been shattered. he set out, consciously or not, to teach something to these witches and of course it didn't work. he is the one who needs guidance, he is the one who's making a mess of things. he's just a kid.

agatha going !! when billy says he wishes he could go home. agatha covertly pointing out that he has a replacement body and she would really like to know how. she's observing him so closely, trying to puzzle out the mystery. exactly like she did with wanda inside the Hex. not revealing her cards just yet, testing and manipulating him. when that strategy blew up in her face so spectacularly the first time! she's so smart and so reckless it makes her practically an idiot

case in point: she's making up stupid rules trying to manipulate billy into shaping the Road the way she wants. that's right, agatha. let's summon another poor victim you can siphon, wonder who's gonna show up! (and she KNEW sharon was laying dead ten feet away and SOMEONE was bound to be in the neighborhood. dumbass.)

aww he's so proud of himself for having brought the spellbook. he's being helpful! he's made his four moms happy!

check, debatable, check

debatable and debatable

I'm gonna give that one a BIG check

yes I know advil spells "vidal", thank you tumblr for letting me know that one. also same, alice.

'esse viridis non es facile' IT'S NOT EASY BEING GREEN?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! oh I knew my high school latin was bound to come in handy at least once in my life

(by the way the set + costumes combo is giving me such hocus pocus vibes, but you could never tell because the SCENE IS SO FUCKING DARK) (NO I WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH

I mean girls, you chose to follow the head clown, you have to travel in the clown car. that's on you.

WHY IS THE PRINT SO SMALL???? I LOVE YOU PATTI LUPONE

admit it we all wished it was sharon for a moment

oh?? is that mayhaps someone you know, agatha???

and that's a wrap, see you guys tomorrow!

no, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I'm doing another one tonight. I need to shove all the rio scenes in my eyeballs NOW

go to episode 4 part 2

[hogwartsstudentconfidential]

Dear Students,

Miss me? It's been awhile hasn't it. I've been building up the gossip as well as the announcements, thanks to all of the messages I've received from you all. Suck it Quibbler, bet nobody dms you.

Anywho let's get into our announcements for the week as well as congratulate Gryffindor on their win in quidditch this past weekend, as well as a big good luck to Ravenclaw when they go against Slytherin next week.

Of course in good Hogwarts fashion, Gryffindor will be hosting a celebratory party in the common room this weekend, all are invited so make sure to dress up and let the drama unfold ;).

On another note I have been alerted about a surprise exam professor Sprout is planning on assigning her students so make sure to study, but only after the party of course.

As everyone knows winter season is approaching quickly which means Madame Pomfrey will be packed with sick students. The woman is already stressed enough with you reckless gits so please wash your hands and cover your mouths this year.

Now onto everybody's favorite part of this newspaper, the gossip:

Onto relationships, Congratulations to Pandora Rosier and Lucius Malfoy on their new relationship, the two are very cute together. However, has anyone else noticed the amount of flirting Lucius Malfoy does with other girls? If I were Pandora I’d keep an eye on my man.

Now the amount of messages I've received about Emmeline and Mary being, and I quite “SO gay for each other” is honestly insane. I mean, it's so obvious to everyone but them they're in love. Did you see the way they were whispering and giggling to each other at the firework show? Mary couldn't keep her eyes off the girl.

Now onto James Potter. The star quidditch player and prankster is well known around Hogwarts of course as well as his beautiful girlfriend Hestia. However a little Birdy has told me the loving boyfriend might not be so loyal. A lot of people have been suspecting the boy is in love with another. He disappeared the night of the fireworks to go get “snacks” by himself, refusing company and the only other person missing besides himself was none other than Regulus Black.

I have even received an interesting direct message for Mr Potter I will send out after this of course.

I've also been alerted of a possible tension growing between Marlene and Hestia, my supplier lacked on what type of tension so you take your pick. Do you think it's romantic or are the two girls about to give Hogwarts the best fight of the century? Let me know what you think.

Now back to Pandora, it seems as though she's made an enemy? The girl was recently questioned about a kiss between her and Xenophilus Lovegood. The girl immediately denied the rumor, her own boyfriend standing up for her, but he wasn't the only one. Xenophilus Lovegood also stood up for the girl, I suppose he is her friend but could there be something more? Lucius himself has even spoken of concern for where the girl's heart lies. Could a love triangle be brewing?

Onto some more exciting news, James Potter is handing out invitations for his mother's Christmas ball. This wonderful event is sure to be nothing but magical so if you receive an invite consider yourself lucky.

Oh and Remus Lupin's middle name is John.

Now before I sign out I’d like to say a little something. The Quibbler may be fun for little facts about creatures but it's hardly anything if the spelling is incorrect. Xenophilus Lovegood, it's best if you check your spelling and check it twice.

Thank you for reading this week's copy of Hogwarts Confidential and I will see you all next time. 💋

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[my-religion-greek-myth]

Freedom far away - I&J

GAh I lost my martial arts competition in the finals! The next part will be urm.. smut?

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

Warning: Just a bit of violence, and kissy kissy

Part A | Part B | Part C&D | Part E | Part F | Part G | Part H | Part I&J | Part K | Part L | Part M | Part ?

When you finally approached the gate of your household, the familiar sight of the looming walls felt colder than usual. The night had fully settled in, the stars offering little solace as you stepped through the entrance. As you paused just inside the gate, your gaze fell to your feet.

After the torrent of tears and hurried explanations, you finally noticed what Agatha and Rio had pointed out earlier: you were barefoot when you arrived at their house. A sharp ache brought your attention to the scratches and faint traces of blood marking your skin, souvenirs of your frantic escape. You hadn’t even realised in your haste that you had run all the way to their house without shoes.

The absurdity of it made you wince. How reckless had you been to not even notice? You recalled the moment when Rio exaggeratedly gasped at your bare feet, clutching her chest dramatically. Agatha had let out a deep sigh, her sharp eyes softening slightly as she knelt to inspect the damage. They had both fussed over the small wounds with surprising care before Agatha, with a flick of her wrist and a flourish of purple mist, produced a pair of shoes that fit as if they had always belonged to you.

Now, standing at your own gate once more, those shoes felt heavier than they should, as though they carried the warmth and reassurance of the heaven you had just left behind.

Almost immediately, a servant approached, their expression taut with unease.

"My lady," they began hesitantly, bowing low. "The Lord has given orders… you are to inform him immediately upon your return."

Your stomach twisted, but you managed a curt nod. The servant led the way, the air between you thick with tension. As you reached the door to your grandfather’s study, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the handle. The faint murmur of voices reached your ears, and you realised with a sinking feeling that you were not walking into a private scolding.

When you finally pushed the door open, the sight before you made your heart sink. The room was filled—your parents, siblings, uncles, and aunts—all gathered under the oppressive gaze of your grandfather. The size of the study, usually imposing, felt suffocating, with so many eyes turning toward you.

Your grandfather stood at the far end, his presence dominating the space. His glare was like a physical weight bearing down on you as you stepped inside. You barely had time to close the door before he moved.

With one swift motion, his hand came down hard across your cheek. The force of the blow sent you stumbling back, the sting radiating through your skin as gasps erupted around the room.

"Father!" your own father called out, his voice sharp with shock and anger.

Your grandfather ignored your father entirely, his steely gaze fixed solely on you. The weight of his glare was colder than you’d ever seen, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous growl.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" he demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut. "Running away from your responsibilities? From the marriage proposal of a lifetime? Do you comprehend the disgrace you’ll bring upon this family if word of this escapes? The ridicule—our house, reduced to a laughingstock among the nobles?" His words fell like hammer blows, each one heavier than the last. The disdain in his voice was palpable, his fury simmering beneath a thin veneer of composure.

You clenched your jaw, the taste of iron faint on your tongue as you resisted the urge to reply. The weight of his words pressed down on you, but so did the memories of Agatha and Rio. Their love, fierce protectiveness, and the way they had made you feel seen—it all swirled in your mind, giving you the strength to stand tall.

"The proposal will proceed as planned," your grandfather declared, his voice final and unyielding. "You will marry into the royal family and not disgrace this household any further."

Your father stepped forward, his expression conflicted as he glanced between you and your grandfather. "Father," he began cautiously, "perhaps we should—"

"There will be no discussion!" your grandfather barked, his fist slamming onto the desk. "She is a daughter of this house and will do as she is told!"

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of your grandfather’s authority stifling any further protests. Your mother’s gaze met yours, a mix of worry and resignation in her eyes. Your siblings looked on in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from anger to concern.

You lifted your chin, and the sting of your cheek was a constant reminder of the line you were walking. "I understand, Grandfather," you said quietly, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

His eyes narrowed, his fury barely contained. "You will do as you are told," he repeated, his tone low and menacing. "Or you will face the consequences."

You held his gaze, refusing to back down, even as your heart pounded against your ribs. The room felt like closing in, but you stood your ground, knowing this was only the beginning of a new life.

As you left the study, your mind was already racing. The sting of his slap lingered, but so did the warmth of Agatha’s hand and the playful protectiveness in Rio’s voice. You did not know what you would do next, but one thing was clear—you couldn’t face this alone.

You needed them.

The heated sting on your cheek lingered as you sat in your room, lost in thought. The sound of the slap still echoed in your ears, the weight of your grandfather’s words pressing heavily on your chest. You barely noticed the door opening until your sister slipped inside, closing it quietly behind her.

She stood there for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then her gaze landed on your swollen cheek, and her frown deepened. Without a word, she crossed the room and knelt beside you.

"You shouldn’t have run away in the middle of speaking with Grandfather," she said softly, though her tone lacked any true reprimand. Her fingers brushed gently against your cheek, her touch cool against the warmth of the swelling. "I saw everything."

Your throat tightened. Of course, she had seen it.

"I could not just stay there and listen to his grand plan of marrying me off," you muttered, your voice trembling with frustration. "You know what he’s forcing me to do."

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "I do," she admitted. "And I hate it as much as you do. But running away like that only made things worse." She paused, her eyes searching yours. "You need to think carefully about what you’ll do next. Maybe…" She hesitated, then added, "Maybe run away for good?"

Your hands curled into fists as you looked away. "If I leave, he’ll just focus on you next," you said quietly, your voice thick with guilt. "He’ll push the same marriage talks onto you."

She blinked at you, startled before a hollow laugh escaped her lips. "That’s not your problem," she said firmly, her tone carrying an unexpected strength. "It’s not your job to protect me."

You turned back to her, shocked. "But—"

"No," she interrupted, shaking her head with conviction. "Listen to me." Her voice softened, but her words were no less firm. "You’ve always been the brave one, always trying to shield everyone else. Do you think I don’t know the things you endured from Grandfather to protect us? How much of his anger you absorbed so we could breathe a little easier? You’re the reason we’ve been carefree, the reason we’ve had any semblance of freedom from his suffocating demands. But this time…" She took a deep breath, her eyes locking with yours. "This time, you need to protect yourself. Not me. Not anyone else. Just you."

Her words cut through the haze of guilt and obligation clouding your mind, their weight undeniable. You opened your mouth to argue, but her unwavering gaze stopped you short.

"You’ve always been the brave one," she repeated softly. "But sometimes, being brave means choosing yourself. Not this family. Not Grandfather. Yourself."

Silence filled the room, heavy with unspoken truths. You clenched your fists tighter, your mind battling the instinct to stay and endure versus the undeniable pull to seek refuge and love with Agatha and Rio.

"He’ll be heading to the Capital tomorrow early in the morning," she added after a moment, her voice softer, like a breeze before a storm. "He’ll be busy all day with arrangements and demands, and probably won’t return until he finalises your marriage proposal. If you want to leave…" She paused, her gaze steady but heavy with unspoken urgency. "This is your chance."

Her words lingered in the air, a lifeline cast into turbulent waters. It was as if she were telling you that the tides had shifted, presenting you with a fleeting window of calm before the storm returned. Would you let it carry you to freedom, or stay anchored to a crumbling shore?

The idea was both terrifying and liberating. You wanted to see them again, to feel their warmth, their love—even though you had just left them an hour ago. The thought of returning to their realm, where the weight of your family’s expectations couldn’t reach you, made your chest ache.

You nodded slowly, your decision solidifying. Your sister’s lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of relief in her eyes.

"And who knows," she said, her voice suddenly teasing, "maybe I’ll run away too. After all, I love someone as well." She winked, though the sadness behind her words was unmistakable.

You stood, your resolve clear as you gathered what little you needed. Your sister watched you quietly, her smile fading into something softer, almost wistful. As you turned to leave, she reached out and squeezed your hand, her grip firm yet reassuring.

"Go," she said simply, her voice steady yet filled with unspoken emotion. "Be happy. For both of us."

You nodded, but as you reached the door, you hesitated. Turning back to face her, you spoke, your voice filled with determination. "I’ll make sure you’ll be safe, too," you said firmly. "I’ll ask them to help you."

Your sister’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, her head tilting as though to ask who you meant. But she didn’t voice the question. Instead, she nodded slowly, trusting you even without understanding.

With a final glance, you left her standing in your room, her silhouette framed by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. You quickly wrapped a few belongings into a bundle.

The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. The world felt quieter and calmer, like holding its breath for your next move.

Your feet instinctively carried you toward the hidden house, the realm that had become your sanctuary. Each step felt lighter, as though the burdens of your family’s expectations were falling away with every stride.

A fond memory surfaced as you thought about them—how they made you feel comfortable enough to let go of the constant pressure to speak and act properly in front of others.

The three of you lounged comfortably on the floor, surrounded by abundant soft cushions. The surreal glow of the realm bathed the room in a gentle light, casting long shadows that flickered with a soothing rhythm. You were nestled in the middle, flanked by Agatha on your left and Rio on your right.

Agatha sat upright against a large cushion as she flipped through a black leather-bound book. The glow illuminated her sharp profile, and the soft hum of her turning pages was the only sound for a while. Rio, on the other hand, was draped lazily across the cushions, her head flopped back in apparent boredom. One of her hands played idly with yours, tracing circles on your palm, her fingers warm and distracting. She grinned faintly, her dark eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours.

The serenity of the moment gave you the courage to ask the question that had been haunting your mind. You tilted your head slightly toward Agatha, your voice quiet but steady. "Agatha," you began softly, "why did you admit to killing the shaman? You could have avoided the topic or stayed vague like the night before."

Agatha didn’t look up from her book immediately, her expression unreadable. When she finally did, her gaze was calm but piercing. "Could have," she murmured lightly. "But I didn’t."

"Why?" you pressed, the courage from the comfort of their presence pushing you forward.

Agatha closed the book with a soft thud, resting it on her lap. Her sharp blue eyes locked with yours, and a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Because you confessed your love to us," she said simply, her tone lacking any of her usual teasing.

Rio perked up at that, her head snapping forward from where it had rested. Her grin widened mischievously. "Love moved her," she declared dramatically, earning a soft snort from Agatha.

"Shut up," Agatha muttered, though a small smile betrayed her amusement.

Rio wasn’t deterred. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up with an elbow as she leaned closer to you. Her free hand, still holding yours, gave a gentle squeeze. "But it’s true, isn’t it? Our dear purple witch has been changed by love," she teased, earning herself a swift swat on the leg from Agatha.

"Don’t make me regret this," Agatha said dryly, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward. She turned her focus back to you, her voice softening. "The truth, doll, is that your bravery moved me. You stood there, vulnerable and honest, and confessed something most people wouldn’t dare to say aloud. How could I repay that with half-truths or lies?"

Her words struck you deeply, leaving you momentarily breathless. You felt the warmth of Rio’s fingers tighten around yours, grounding you as you processed the weight of what Agatha had said.

"Oh, she’s smitten," Rio said with a laugh, her grin turning fond as she glanced between you and Agatha. "You’ve made her all soft, my lady."

"Rio," Agatha warned, though there was no real bite to her tone.

Rio grinned unapologetically and turned her attention back to you, her gaze shifting into something quieter, more sincere. "But isn’t that what you wanted, my lady?" she asked softly. "An equal relationship. No secrets, no lies. Just the truth, however messy it might be?"

Her words echoed in the air, and you realised she was right. That was what you wanted. Not just love but the trust and honesty that came with it—even if the truth was sometimes hard to bear.

You nodded slowly, your heart swelling with an odd mix of gratitude and affection. "Yes," you admitted, your voice soft but certain. "That is what I want."

Agatha’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curving into a small smile. She reached over, brushing lightly against your cheek before pulling back. "Then that’s what you’ll have," she said firmly, her voice carrying a quiet promise.

Rio’s grin widened as she shifted closer, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. "Welcome to the chaos, my lady," she said playfully, her tone light but her dark eyes warm. "I think you’ll fit right in."

The three of you sat there for a while longer, nestled together among the cushions, sharing a quiet moment of understanding. You didn’t have all the answers, but for now, you had something better—a connection you knew you could trust. And in the warmth of their presence, that was more than enough.

That memory stayed with you, wrapping around your heart like a protective shield as you took each step. You were not just running from something anymore—you were running to someone. Toward Agatha and Rio.

Toward your love.

---RAR---

Even in the dark, you knew the way to their house as though it had been etched into your memory. You didn’t stop to rest, your legs moving with purpose as you hurried along the familiar path. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but you hardly noticed. Your mind was focused entirely on reaching them—on finding comfort and safety in their presence.

When you reached the gate, you didn’t hesitate. You stepped through, the familiar warmth of their realm washing over you. The air was different here—softer, calmer, and yet it seemed to hum with energy.

The moment you crossed the gate, the door to their house opened as though they had been waiting for you. Agatha and Rio stepped out into the glow of the surreal realm, their eyes locking onto yours instantly.

Without a word, you dropped your bundle onto the ground and ran to them, your heart pounding in your chest. You threw your arms around both of them, holding them tightly as though they might vanish if you let go. Agatha’s arms wrapped firmly around your torso, her embrace grounding and secure. Rio’s embrace followed, encircling you both, her warmth seeping into your skin.

None of you spoke as you stayed in their arms, the world around you fading into nothingness. For a moment, there was only the three of you, connected by an unspoken bond that needed no explanation.

When you finally pulled back, their expressions shifted instantly. Agatha’s gaze swept over you, her sharp blue eyes narrowing as they landed on your swollen cheek. A flicker of icy coldness flashed through them, a dangerous edge to her usual composure. Rio’s reaction was even more primal—her jaw clenched, her dark eyes narrowing as her teeth bared in a snarl.

"Who," Rio growled, her voice low and venomous, "did this to you?"

Agatha’s hand reached up, her fingers brushing gently against your cheek. Despite the cold fury in her gaze, her touch was soft, almost reverent. "Tell us," she said, her voice deceptively calm. But the undercurrent of menace was unmistakable. "Who dared to harm you?"

You swallowed hard, caught off guard by the intensity of their reactions. "It’s not important," you said weakly, though even you knew the words would not placate them.

"Not important?" Rio hissed, her teeth gritted. "Your face is bruised, swollen, and you’re telling me it’s not important?" She took a step back, her hand reaching instinctively to her side, where you noticed her familiar dagger gleaming faintly in the ethereal light. Her eyes glinted dangerously, like a predator ready to strike. "Give me a name," she demanded.

"Rio," Agatha said sharply, her voice cutting through Rio’s anger like a blade. Yet her gaze remained fixed on you, her cold blue eyes softening just slightly. "Let her speak."

Rio’s jaw worked, but she relented, stepping aside with a frustrated huff. Agatha’s hand lingered against your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over the tender skin as though trying to erase the mark entirely.

"Tell us, doll," Agatha coaxed, her voice quieter now but no less firm. "We can’t help you if you don’t let us."

Agatha’s gaze was unrelenting, her hand still gently brushing against your swollen cheek. "Who hurt you?" she asked again, her voice a blend of concern and barely restrained fury.

But you shook your head stubbornly, stepping back just enough to break her touch. "It doesn’t matter," you said firmly, your voice trembling only slightly. "Everything is fine as long as I’m here with you two. That’s all I need."

Rio’s eyes narrowed, the fire in them undimmed. "You can’t just brush this off," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Someone hurt you—marked you—and you’re telling me it doesn’t matter? I swear, if you don’t tell us, I’ll—"

"You’ll do nothing," you interrupted, your voice gaining strength. You turned to face both of them, your jaw clenched. "Because I’m not telling you. What’s done is done. I’m here now, and that’s all that matters."

Rio’s expression hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line. "That’s not good enough," she growled. "You can’t expect me to sit here and—"

"Enough," Agatha said sharply, cutting her off. Her piercing blue eyes turned to Rio, her gaze surprisingly pleading. "She’s made her choice. Let it go."

Rio’s growled furiously, her body tense as though she were barely holding herself back. But after a long moment, she exhaled sharply and nodded, though the fire in her gaze didn’t entirely fade. "Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms. "But don’t expect me to forget."

Agatha turned back to you, her expression softening slightly. "Doll," she said quietly, "you don’t have to carry this alone. We’re here for you—always."

You nodded, the weight of their concern pressing heavily on your chest. "I know," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "That’s why I came back."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension lingering like an unspoken question. But as the minutes stretched on, the weight began to ease, replaced by a sense of quiet understanding.

Agatha reached out, her hand resting lightly on your arm. "Come," she said softly, her voice low and soothing. "You need to rest."

Before you could respond, Rio stepped forward, her dark eyes boring into yours. "But first," she murmured, her voice dipping into something softer, sweeter. "You need to know how much you mean to us."

Her words jolt through your chest, the air around you seeming still. Before you could process what she meant, Rio leaned in, her hand cupping your cheek with surprising gentleness. Her lips brushed against yours, the kiss soft yet electric, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire body.

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding as Rio pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a satisfied grin. "I’ve been waiting for that," she said, her voice low and husky, liking her lips.

Before you could respond, Agatha stepped closer, her sharp gaze locking onto yours. "Don’t forget about me, doll," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement. Her hand tilted your chin upward, and her lips captured yours in a deeper, more deliberate kiss, sending a shiver down your spine that differed from Rio's.

When Agatha finally pulled away, her smirk was wicked. "You're so beautiful," her thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "I could get used to this."

Rio chuckled, stepping behind you to press her body lightly against yours. Her arms encircled your waist, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, "And you haven’t even seen the best of us yet, my lady."

The warmth of their combined presence, touches, and kisses sent your mind reeling. The pull you had felt toward them since the beginning now felt inevitable, undeniable love. And as they held you between them, their gazes filled with affection and desire, you couldn’t bring yourself to resist.

For the first time, you allowed yourself to give in—to the connection you shared, to the love you felt, and to the promises their touches held. And in their arms, you finally felt whole.

But the moment didn’t end there. Your breath quickened, each exhale unsteady as a new warmth began to coil within you. It was unfamiliar and consuming, and yet you welcomed it and yearned for more of it, for more of them. The sensation was almost overwhelming, but Agatha and Rio seemed to understand completely.

Agatha’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, her piercing eyes glinting with intent. Beside her, Rio’s dark gaze sparkled with mischief, her grin widening as though she were in on a secret you were only just beginning to uncover.

Agatha’s hand slid to your back, guiding you gently but firmly toward their large, inviting bedroom. The soft glow of their surreal realm filtered through the open windows, casting the room in a warm, almost magical light. The bed was massive, draped in luxurious fabrics that seemed to shimmer faintly as if touched by unseen starlight.

[ladysunbite]

"It is my luck that you are not," the weight of Ciri's head against her shoulder was a foreign, new sensation. The touch against her wrist made Orianna shudder involuntary, the sacred wound studded with bones and demurely hidden under the bracelet throbbed, as if opened anew. It was a long time ago since the sun-eyed vampiress trembled before anyone. "...otherwise, you would not tempt me with your powers. And we would not end up in this world of many wonders," warning and chastisement add a sour note to her voice, half-hearted as both were. As she remembered all the foolery that happened tonight, from the moving pictures to the assault of the strange food, still sticky upon her fangs, a short chuckle escaped her lips, a clicking soft sound, similar to a pleased noises of a bat. In her selfish, curious heart the sun-eyed enjoyed the trip and its fruits. "The place you have agreed to take me to..." something in her voice broke, scratched like a blade against an amour. "...it means to me more than I can put into words, in any language under the moon. Yet I do not even know for sure if it really exists. It might as well be a dream." a beautiful dream that the elders of Gharasham suckled the fledglings upon. What if the laws, the rituals, the studies - a sea of parchments buried in the vaults of Tesham Mutna, an unwritten array of sacred rituals tattoed into her very own mind, were nothing but a lie crafted to keep insanity and chaos at bay? The thin, orphaned darkness of that world felt Orianna's open-eyed alarm and pressed closer to her skirts, consoling or preparing to feast upon her mind that was yet to know. Then, shrouded by a lullaby of the metal on the wind, and the scent of the little witcher's skin so wonderfully close, Orianna, Thezanna realized the most terrible revelation. Even if her homeworld was a lie, it was a lie worth of creating. With the little witcher at her side she would hunt along the pathways of the universe, and if they find nothing, if they find a place barren and hostile, let it be. And it is her duty to discover and to know and to keep that knowledge. She shall polish the shards of the broken world and tend to the growth of another. Toussaint was their found home, but home nevertheless. And she longed to return. Just like her orphans longed to return to the walls of La Compassion, under her bright, sun-like eyes. "I would not do to travel lightly, even if we are seeking a dream. It, after all, could turn a nightmare," the cold fingers continued to play with Ciri's hair. How willing was she to run towards the edge of the unknown, the same reckless passion oft wetted Orianna's own fangs, once she discovered a new place in the stepworld, a new fancy of humans. Yet it was not only curiosity that rushed the maiden forward. Her children were the same, possesed the same trait she could not find a name for. Weaker than herself in every aspect, they continued to offer their blood to her with the benevolence of kings as it was flowing away from their bodies, pushing them into another, cold embrace. Instinctively as any wise animal did, little humans knew well what it was that paralyzing breath of death. Yet still they pressed close, asking her to go on. Not for their own gain, but thinking that she needed it to survive! Naturally, young Orianna made a few mistakes at first. That strange willingness to risk destruction confused her and misinformed her. She was also quick to mend her ways, for vain violence did not amuse her. However, that behavior never ceased to tempt her with its terrible absence of constraint and logic.

Cirilla had the same divine benevolence in her, the madness of one offering its death to a deathless one. It was not possible that she, confident in the ways of her power, did not realize all the dangers her agreement brought in its wake. "It is nothing that should be done, if you are unwilling. I am not even sure if it can be done," mused Orianna, brushing the grey-locks and peering into the thin darkness, veiled across the poisonous, bright colours below.

@fallesto

She sat quietly, her eyes never leaving Orianna's, the weight of the vampire's words pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. Her heart fluttered like the pages of an old, forgotten book. The sun-eyed's warning was clear; there were dangers in this world she had not yet encountered, dangers that even a witcher with centuries of experience feared. In this world and her own, she knew this and she was not the little girl she had once been, coming to terms and grips with her power, she knew what she was doing, despite maybe, just a little bit, showing off what she can do and trying to impress the vampire, just somewhat, to put behind what they had done.

The thought of being used, manipulated, and her power bent to someone else's will was a horror she had not considered. But she understood the gravity of the situation. She nodded solemnly, her eyes reflecting the candlelight. "I shall be careful," she whispered. “I will not do it there then and I will respect that.” As she said to her, she will respect the choices made and what she had asked, that was her land, the land of blood and wine and she will listen to someone who has lived there their entire life, and held it within the palm of their hands.

The second request was more puzzling. Orianna spoke of a world, a place beyond the veil of what she knew. Her curiosity piqued, she leaned in slightly, eager to hear more. "What world is this?" she asked, her voice tentative. Orianna's eyes searched hers, looking for a spark of understanding, a flicker of the same yearning. "I can search for it, but I need a little bit of information," she said finally. "A world that you wish to see, I need information, to find it and take you there without any harm and issues." Ciri felt a strange tug at her heart. The idea of such a place was like a siren's call, beckoning her to a land of safety and belonging.

The vampire's gaze grew distant, lost in the mists of memory. "Tell me what it is you want and I will take you there." As she looked at the vampire for the moment, her mind raced with questions. Could it be possible? A world where witchers and vampires were not sworn enemies, but rather, allies? A world of vampires, a world of monsters, she only had to say. It was a concept she had never been taught, never even considered. Yet, as she sat there in the chairs at the top of the world, the warmth of the vampire's gaze seemed to offer a glimpse of a brighter future, a promise of something she had never dared to hope for.

“You would think by now, I would be used to nobles.” Even undead ones like her.

Her hand reached out, touching Orianna's arm gently. "How can I take you there?" she asked, the urgency in her voice betraying her desperation. The vampire's eyes snapped back to the present, a hint of surprise flickering in their depths. "We can leave, in a moment," The witcher murmured, her fingertips brushing her wrist, feeling the pulse of her power. As she leaned into her and rested her head onto her shoulder.

“Two out of three, your last choice, is something that has not be done before, witchers and monsters, are sworn enemies after all.”

[beetlethebug]

consider,,,a lucanis who is in love with emmrich, a spite who is in love with rook, a rook in love with emmrich, and emmrich who is in love with all three but wants lucanis, spite, and rook to get together because he feels he is not the type of man any of them deserve...

bonus points for spite being the one to realize just what sort of love quadrilateral is going on and is the one to get them all together.

[maevesees]

💔~

Taylor Momsen appreciation post because shes literally my girlfriend

[moonshynecybin]

pecco’s little marc fixation. fascinating to me personally. marc was stronger marc was this marc was that. did i tell you already about marc. let me say it again, and to marc directly too, just to make sure he knows i think he was great. what is marc doing. what is marc saying. i’m about to repeat word for word what marc said. mental games don’t work on me btw and marc won’t get to me

using marc as a reference in the wet last weekend and finding pace that way unfortunately a very poignant metaphor for my guy pecco

[clownakai]

Today’s a pleasant Saturday, and after having a good laugh at the "The reviews are in" post, I thought I’d dive into an intersting theory about the possible connection between Gin and Mary :)

Shared Phrases (?) Both Gin and Mary are the only characters to say, “It’s like encountering a demon in the darkness.” Similarly, Tsutomu and Shuichi are the only ones who’ve said, “The fault is 50/50.” I mean.. it's pretty obivious from just here already.

Appearance In terms of appearance, Mary, Sera, Akai, and Gin share two notable features: green eyes and distinct lines under their lower eyelids. Mary also has platinum hair, much like Gin’s.

Mary’s shrinking instead of being killed Mary’s shrinking, rather than being executed by BO, is particularly strange. After all, BO is notorious for ruthless efficiency—why use APTX 4869 instead of simply shooting her? The idea of sparing an enemy with a “golden medicine” that took years of research feels uncharacteristically merciful for BO. Their usual motto of “leave no trace” makes this decision seem odd and deliberate.

The boss’s decision to let Mary live seems to be a carefully calculated trap. It’s confirmed that Sherry’s mother and Mary are biological sisters (as the author has stated that Akai and Sherry are cousins). This means Mary and Sherry share familial genes as aunt and niece, making their bodies react similarly to the drug. I believe Gin may have known early on that Sherry was alive and was aware of Kudo's survival as well. Therefore, Gin and the boss know that Mary will survive this drug as well. Gin likely hinted this to the boss and orchestrated events to leave Mary alive. Why? They will use Mary as a bait to retrieve the antidote.

If BO were to capture Sherry, she’d likely refuse to cooperate. If they killed her, they’d lose their only chance at the antidote. Raising Sherry, funding her studies abroad, and investing years in her research suggests how vital she is to the boss’s plans. Killing Kudo would also be out of the question—Sherry’s guilt over Kudo’s predicament is what drives her to work on the antidote. If Kudo were killed, Sherry might even commit suicide, leaving BO without their much needed antiodote.

Mary’s shrinking seems to be a part of the boss’s larger scheme to manipulate Sherry. By targeting Mary, someone closely tied to Sherry and the silver bullet Akai, the boss ensures that all roads lead back to Sherry. This clever and cost-effective strategy leverages Mary’s condition to force Sherry’s hand, ensuring she stays within BO’s reach. In the process, it draws in powerful agencies like the FBI, CIA, and MI6, all of whom may unwittingly aid the boss’s agenda. In the end, the trap wasn’t just for Mary—it was a strategic move to draw out Sherry and secure BO’s ultimate goal: the antidote. This theory further supports the idea that Mary and Gin might be related, potentially as mother and son. Otherwise she wouldn't have been alive until now.

Hello anon! Just so you know this was a delightful surprise to find in my inbox today :3 I think I reread the whole thing like four times before even thinking of doing anything else djsjfsk I love theories so much💥💥💥

(Everything else is under the cut because I ended up yapping too much. I'm so sorry)

I really like this theory, especially since it indirectly covers for the fact that Masumi (partly due to Mary's orders as she's getting more and more impatient) hasn't exactly been subtle in her attempts to get the temporary antidote and has generally been very liberal with the information she has about Conan and Haibara's identities, talking about it in public and even getting overheard (granted, Subaru isn't the issue here, and it's not a guarantee that she's being tailed 24/7 as that would be a bit of a hassle to keep up, but still). One would think that they'd have been found out by now, given that the BO is now fully certain of Masumi's existence and relations (Vermouth on the Mystery Train my beloved & beloathed... Girl why r u so evil) and, as minimal as it is, she does represent a threat, but nothing has happened to either of them yet.

I do think that the point about the BO's decision to use the poison is a little shaky, seeing as it's been explicitly stated to leave no trace on the body— which actually fits pretty well with their motto, and we do glimpse a pretty long list of people it's been used on a few times throughout the manga (we only see a few names, but it's speculated to be much longer than what is shown), so it would seem that the BO has been using it semi-regularly when they wanted more down-low executions.

There was also no guarantee that Mary would react the same way to the APTX even with a possible genetic advantage observed in Shiho (and without knowing exactly what they were looking for, I'm fairly sure trying to compare the two's DNA in order to confirm their theory would be really difficult if not outright impossible in such a short timespan, and that's if you don't consider the absence of the person who knows the most about the APTX in the first place and could have sped things up if she was there). <- sidenote: I feel like I may have misread this point of the theory, so my interpretation and objection could be completely off bc it's not what you were talking about djsnfns

That said, I find the point about ensuring a direct line to Sherry through familial relations very interesting, in the sense that it made me stop and ask myself how she would react upon finding out that she has more living family still, but over half of them are people who she may see as having caused her grief/major discomfort at best. Would her wish to connect to her family be stronger than her self-preservation (along with the fact that she doesn't really know these people and therefore has no emotional attachment to them, not even as abstract idealized family)? I'm genuinely not sure, but the BO banking on this, possibly because having essentially groomed her they know her weaknesses best, is very juicy.

Honestly, thanks to that post (and a few delightful conversations about it), I do think that making Mary and Gin related in some way would be like. Really really funny. It'd also probably piss off a lot of people, but it'd be so funny.

And, given Gosho's magic retconning powers, I have come to the conclusion that Gin being Elena and Mary's brother that nobody ever talks about for some reason would be peak comedy. It even gives the whole "Elena and her husband received an offer they couldn't say no to because it'd let them continue their research" thing a new layer of context if you consider that Gin may have been the one who brought them to the Boss's attention.

This is also brought to you by my superficial genetics liker ass who says "Tsutomu's hair is brown and Mary's is blond. Brown is a dominant gene while blond is recessive, so unless Tsutomu's genotype was heterozygous (which we unfortunately can't know without the rest of his family tree. Also Gosho only seems to care about genetics from time to time) Gin should also have brown hair".

Also it's infinitely funnier if this is all a very complicated example of what Cain's Instinct looks like. Imagine playing the long game for literal decades because you want your siblings dead but it should also wipe out the rest of the family. Insane

[lunaechaos]

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[heliosphere-underthesky]

Uh just asking, how will Jupiter look when he is mad, since i've seen certain vids his eyes turn red hahahhaha

I haven't seen those videos yet! Now I'm intrigued.

I'm not entirely sure since he does avoid getting mad; he's afraid of his own power when he can't control it hence he avoids getting extremely emotional.

But I'd like to imagine he gets red eyes too (or at least one of his eyes gets red idk)

(Here he is without his main armour and just his suit beneath; his suit functions a lot like chainmail)

[yablokoapplemanzana]

TW BLOOD AND DEATH THEMES

hello everybody I fucked up my account here so I made new one chu

[immobiliter]

with navia is it recklessness or is it self-destruction ? i do think that by nature navia will just throw herself into any dangerous situation that presents itself, but this is also a girl who lost both of her parents and had to watch her father's reputation be wrongfully ruined, lost melus & silver and a bunch of other friends and found family in poisson to the primordial sea, then nearly lost her own life to the primordial sea and only managed to hang on long enough for neuvillette to save her because melus & silver helped her push back against the siren's call effect of the other oceanids. this made her the one who survived and, as it always the case with survivor's guilt, i think there will always be that voice in her head telling her that she didn't deserve to be the one who made it, that, despite how much brightness and warmth she tries to bring into the world, it doesn't change the doubts surrounding the fact people have died saving her life.

plus i also think that once you've stared death in the face as navia has done, a lot of the abject terror is taken out of the concept and it almost becomes something that you're drawn back to again and again as a result.

[medusacomplex]

don't wanna scrape you off the pavement ....

I DON'T WANNA KILL YOU TOO: a study of 𝐣𝐨𝐧, 𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎.

[perpetuallyuneloquent]

trying to do a music of the week thing? anyway this summarizes what i'm listening to now which is veryyy different from my normal music taste but yeah

but i love adele :)

always love adele :)

even though i don't listen to her very much

adele :D

[mystiika]

thinking abt how jamie would walk into abandoned buildings with no fear but refuses to go near stairs in the woods because he's not trying to tempt fate. he also won't cave dive because while he's just about the only person in the world that would survive even the worse of luck ( thanks for the shapeshifting @ genetics ), it feels very boring !! like why would he crawl around in a cave for the sake of being in a cramped & damp, not to mention dark, space when he could be doing literally anything else

[guitarprince]

TAGS.

💀 ❯❯ do evil men smile like that / vis. 💀 ❯❯ sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams / muse. 💀 ❯❯ the reckless art of rock n roll and chasing dreams / aes. 💀 ❯❯ my hearts like an open book for the whole world to read / study. 💀 ❯❯ he looks monstrously metal in his leather jacket and ripped jeans / wardrobe. 💀 ❯❯ eddie's setlist / music. 💀 ❯❯ oh the trials and tribulations of metalhead royalty / mainverse. 💀 ❯❯ stranger things verse. 💀 ❯❯ corroded coffin. 💀 ❯❯ i'll wait till your love comes down. i'm under your spell / whitelace. 💀 ❯❯ our guitars slay the evil of society braving the world on the power of rock n' roll alone / marceline (spllledwlne).