#agatha harmon

[kurayamineko]

[sytoran]

⁺‧ ₊ ཐི⋆ ♱ ❝GUILTY AS SIN?❞ ♱ w. maximoff !

pairing ★ older!nun!wanda x masc!fem!reverend!reader

synopsis ★ (based on this ask) a 1950s church au, set somewhere loosely in europe, in which a reverend and a nun serving at a cathedral harbour forbidden feelings for each other, where love intertwines with religion in a sacred romance.

warnings ★ explicit content (minors dni), pwp, reader has a cock, virgin!reader but not for long ;), you have a thing for older women, wanda is a tease, no daddy/mommy kink (sorry, it didn't really fit for wanda), but something else fit inside wanda (wink wink)

word count ★ 3.6k (serving) | main m.list

“The Lord be with you.”

“And with your spirit.”

Wanda stands for the final blessing, eyes shut in devout faithfulness. As the choral voices utter the hauntingly beautiful concluding hymn, she exhales softly, letting the singing resound around each panel of glass in the tall cathedral.

Harmonic minor chords echo from the organ, as the acolytes walk down the aisle. Voices rise in harmony. Little altar boys trip over their feet. The older wardens are grim with wrinkles set into aged skin.

And then there is you.

Illuminated by the tinted light is your set face, cloaked in your black vestments and as regal as ever. Wanda watches under her white veil, poised hands and craned neck. 

Wanda was not oblivious that her want for you was forbidden. A deep sin, for the two of you were devout servers of the church. It went against everything she had been taught since she was a first year at Westview Catholic High, but then again, you were the fount of her desires, and it was as simple as that.

As you walk past her solemnly, Wanda catches your eye. She can see you stiffen under her stare ablaze, swallowing a lump in the back of your throat, and victory glints in Wanda’s lowered gaze.

She had to be patient.

Once the mass proceedings were over, you stood outside the cathedral, all gentle smiles and warm hands. It was no secret that you were a crowd favourite amongst the pent-up housewives of Westview and repressed nuns of the church.

How could they not, after all, with the way your dark garments hugged your stately figure, broad and wide and lined with unspoken strength. You were polite, and respectful, and far too innocent for your own good. 

Wanda stands by the entrance of the church, watching you get swarmed by the ladies like a high school heartthrob. 

It was okay, she was content with waiting.

“Reverend L/N,” A middle-aged lady calls, clutching onto your forearm. You smile kindly at her, recognising Pepper, the suburban mom down at 5th and Street. “Yes, Miss Potts, how was today’s service?”

“Absolutely splendid,” She gushes shamelessly, clasping your hands and stepping in far too close. “Your gospel was so moving.”

The overt affection is cloying to Wanda’s senses, only heightened by her distaste for Pepper’s dress. There was simply no reason why her Beatnik dress had to be so low-cut.

Your other arm is not safe from the clutches of Sister Agatha. She was the most experienced of the nuns and had basically claimed her stake on you since you were assigned to the church. Suddenly, hands caress the dip of your tricep to your bicep.

“Excuse me, Miss Potts,” Agatha says snidely. “Reverend L/N has to get back to her duties, if you’ll allow us.” You swallow at the way her perfume scent overtakes your senses, only magnifying the heat under your robes. 

The mom is evidently put off by this, along with the other ladies of the church, some with babies on their hips and without their husbands.

You, on the other hand, stand awkwardly amongst the crowd of ladies, their eyes feasting upon you like a predator eagle.

Even then, Wanda could see the effect that it had on you, ever the innocent and inexperienced. With a pair of ample assets pressed up against your muscled forearm, and a feminine hand wrapped around your bicep, there was no hiding the flush in your face and the telltale tent in your robes.

“I- I have to go,” you say suddenly. You retract your arms, as if scorned, worry clouding your expression. You make your way through the crowd of women, embarrassed and ashamed, leaving many disappointed women in your wake.

A smile crawls up Wanda’s face as she watches you attempt to retreat back into your office. 

She ducks behind the wall of the corridor. As your hurried footsteps approach, Wanda steps out, as if walking in the opposite direction from you. 

“Oof!” The two of you collide comically (intentionally), as Wanda’s hands fly to your arms for support. She dramatically falls forward into your wide embrace, unnecessarily clumsy — but you don’t know any better, profusely apologising to Wanda.

“Sister Wanda!” You say breathlessly, gripping onto her hips unconsciously, unbeknownst to the effect it had on the older woman. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were just around the corner. Why, I seem to be out of sorts as of late.”

Wanda is more than content to run her gloved hands up your arms, shaking her head dutifully.

“I was looking for you, actually,” she says with a kind smile, noting the way your throat bobs as you hold her by her slim waist, entirely transfixed.

Sister Wanda was beautiful like the night, pale moonlight and soft silk. Dainty fingertips clutch the rosary beads, and you yearned to lift up her white veil to see the ethereality that lay beneath. 

It seemed like an eternity before you snapped out of your trance, stepping back and coughing into your hand. 

Wanda would think you were a fool if you believed she couldn’t see the issue in your pants, filling up quite a lot more space than it normally did. It excited Wanda to no end, as the fabric covering your body shifted across your planes of muscles as you moved back.

“Yes, I- uhm,” you clear your throat distractedly. “What queries did you have, again?”

“Ah,” Wanda says easily, tilting her head in amusement at your innocence. “Regarding mass, of course.”

Your brows furrow, terribly hiding your visible disappointment. Wanda could almost giggle at your dejectedness. It was no matter, that issue of yours would be remedied soon.

“I was wondering if I could visit your office tonight?” Wanda asks innocently.  “I’ve been having these… thoughts, and I would like to share them with someone I trust.”

“Someone you trust,” you echo, folding your arms and feeling your heart rate pick up exponentially at the sentiment that Sister Wanda trusted you. “Of course, Sister. As a preacher and a friend, I would gladly aid you in any troubles.”

“Any?” Wanda asks, and you swear you see a twinkling sparkle of mischief behind that white veil. “I guess only time will tell. Until then, Reverend, goodbye.”

Sister Wanda disappears down the lane of grey concrete, losing you in the corner wall of red brick, leaving you with a lot more to comprehend than just your hummingbird-esque thrumming heart.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི ⋆ ♱ ⋆ ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Ten o’clock strikes the clock tower at the Town Square, a dull and permeating sound that resurfaces you from your listless floating.

You hadn’t been able to focus on anything all day after your interaction with Wanda. Anticipation ate you up from the inside out, affecting the quality of your sermons, although your crowd of admirers never weaned.

There was only one woman you cared for, though.

“Reverend L/N?” A sweet voice asks from beyond the shut door, and you shoot up with vigour that could rival Elvis performing Hound Dog. (You’d seen a clip of it on the television the other day — that young man was a star in the making.)

When you finally manage to fumble open the door handle, all the breath gets stolen from your weeping heart, and you may as well be laying in your casket because it looks like it’s your funeral.

To your utter demise and beseeching joy, Wanda Maximoff stands before you looking like a Renaissance painting handcrafted by Michaelangelo himself. What with her white veil removed to expose the delicacy of her beautiful face you long to caress, and her hair let down to fall in soft curls, and a smile playing on her glossy lips — you’re gone, already, before she even steps inside.

Wanda lets herself in, brushes past you and leaves you dazed in her wake. 

“So, shall we begin with an opening prayer?”

Regretfully, you’re unable to devote your entire concentration upon the given task. You’d say you weren’t totally at fault, though — Wanda looked different today, a good kind of different, one that made you feel lighter than you ever had.

“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,” Wanda recites, hands clasped as she looks down. “Amen,” you close off, placing your beaded rosary back into your drawer. 

You look up to see the older woman regarding you with an unreadable expression, the reflection from your dim ceiling light flickering in her viridescent eyes. It lights a fire within you, a desire for something you can’t quite place.

The ticking of your Peter table-clock seems too loud, all of a sudden, and Wanda’s gaze overwhelms your very sentience. You get a premonition, somewhere in the back of your mind, that this scene is going to unfold in a way you wouldn’t be prepared for.

“It’s rather warm in here, isn’t it?” Wanda voices abruptly, breaking the tense silence that had settled above the two of you.

You shoot up too quickly, banging your knee on your desk, then clearing your throat. “Well, it is nearing summer, Sister,” you answer with a strained voice. You can feel Wanda’s eyes on you as you pace the room to switch on the ceiling fan.

When you turn back around after fumbling with the power switch, your jaw slackens at the sight of Wanda. Oh. 

She’s undressing before your very eyes, mumbling something about the irritatingly warm weather your brain doesn’t even begin to process, because you could swear up and down you’d never seen such beauty before.

“Well, I should get into it before the night drags on,” Wanda speaks, her voice a thousand miles away. Hopeless devotion swirls in your wandering gaze, focusing upon the silk black negligee that is revealed from under her robes — you don’t stop to think about the practicality of such clothing, foolish as you are — and the matching black high-rise stockings of hers do you in.

“Reverend L/N?” Sister Wanda asks, snapping you out of your fantastical trance, sending a sharp jolt to your growing member. A toying smile plays on her lips, one you don’t notice out of sheer embarrassment, her tone husking with a velvet lilt.

“Y-yes, Sister,” you say, sitting back down firmly in your seat and wishing you could scare your growing shaft into mellowing down, because you were certain you were already staining your undergarments. “Excuse my, uh, carelessness. Please, continue.”

“I’ve been having these…… thoughts, as of late,” Wanda begins, sitting forward, unhelpfully pronouncing her cleavage. “Sleepless nights, dreams in the morning. Fantasy, but not quite. Yearning would be a more apt description, wouldn’t it, for something that you crave so dearly when you know it’s impossible to attain.”

You’re lost, a little hazy between the lines, caught somewhere between comprehending Wanda’s speech and staring wide-eyed at her chest. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, suddenly breathless, choking under your stifling garments and feeling unbearably warm in the heat of your enclosed office.

Your big hands flex and release, toying with something, anything, to distract you, and the older nun is prone to gazing hungrily. 

“Sex,” Wanda finally states unabashedly, and you choke on stilled air and the scent of old books. 

Sex.

“S-sex?” You ask, heat rushing to your ears, praying that you’d misheard or something of the sort, but at the same time more alive than you’d ever been.

“Yes, Reverend L/N, sex. It’s dirty, and raw, and everything we’ve been taught not to pay heed to,” Wanda begins in a breathless rush of eagerness, and you’re swept along in her unstoppable hurricane, on the brink of something inexplicable.

“But oh, it feels so good, and I crave it more than anything. More than life itself, if that’s even possible, because this desire is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And, mark my language and bless the Lord above, but Christ — I’ve never yearned for this object of my desires so deeply and intrinsically. Someone, to be specific.”

You listen with a distant look in your eyes, your brainwaves fusing somewhere between “dirty” and “raw”. Still, your heart lurches at the prospect of another competitor for your forbidden love.

“Someone?” you ask, leaning back into your armchair and folding your arms. Your faux composure juxtaposes your thundering heart, as you die in anticipation and perhaps something dirtier.

“Yes,” Wanda simply states. She tilts her head, furrows her brows as if contemplating something. Then she nods, self-assuredly, and before you can get another word out, the older nun seals your fate.

“That someone is you.”

You’d always been a believer, but in that moment your heart transcends the physical boundaries of life before death, and you ascend to heaven and see the pearly gates, before Lucifer strikes you down to an undeniable reality.

“You think of me…… indecently?” You ask, almost a whisper, as if fearful of waiting ears on this cathedral’s dead night.

“Once again, yes. Call me presumptuous, but I believe your rock-solid erection is telling of the mutual lust we share, Reverend.”

You splutter, just now realising your uncooperative dick is nearly at full-mast. 

“But,” you try, licking your lips in an anxious motion that has the older nun intently more aroused. “I’m— I’m not too experienced in that prospect, Sister. Not that I’m declining your request, definitely not, I— I simply fear I’m no good at satiating your needs.”

“You could never disappoint me,” Wanda responds in a sweet tone, and your heart explodes in some unexplored liking for older women’s approval. 

Wanda stands up, and your gaze follows your esteemed temptress. “Besides,” she adds, her voice carrying a lightness you’d never heard before. “Experimenting is half the fun, isn’t it?”

It feels as though no time passes before Wanda is standing before you, a light hand tilting your head up as you become still in your seat, her right thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.

“Well, Sister, I suppose you’re right as always,” you answer breathlessly, a hand going to cup the smooth curve of her waist. 

Each breath feels like rarest air as your eyes flutter shut, waiting patiently for the slow dip of Wanda’s head, as she brings you into a fated, ceremonial sealing of warm lips.

Wanda moves in a controlled manner at first, clearly more experienced than you, methodically moving her lips in a rocking motion as you find your pace.

Gradually, as a simple kiss grows lacking in the face of your burning passion and Wanda’s tentativeness fades away, you deepen the kiss, slanting your mouth against the nun’s, almost like you’d done it a thousand times, like it was meant to be.

Two pairs of lips move in haunting remembrance, cascading like the ebb and flow of a wave, the tide that washes over you in saintly baptism, cloaking you with the gentleness of an angel’s wings.

“Oh,” Wanda murmurs against your lips, a tiny gasp slipping from her mouth as your hands eagerly slide over the curve of her ass, devotional, wanting.

She straddles your waist, comfortably sat in your lap. It takes Herculean self-restraint for you to not to moan at the expanse of soft skin pressed against your robes. 

“You’re certainly eager, aren’t you,” Wanda quips with a satisfied sigh, hands running up and over your arms and torso, certainly soaking in the new closeness that propriety once prevented.

“I am,” you utter dazedly, hands desperately palming at every inch of Wanda you can find, trying to memorise every curve and blemish. This moment, right here, was a sacred happening you’d only fantasised on the dirtiest nights, in some hopeless damnation of your unrequited love.

Requited indeed it was, and you’d never been more receptive to being proved wrong, as Wanda leisurely grinds on the bulge in your robes, controlling your pleasure like the puppeteer of a marionette. 

“Too many clothes,” she groans, as you helplessly begin bucking your hips into the rocking motions of her hips. Your acquiescence comes in the form of the frantic removal of your robes, Wanda nearly ripping off your pants underneath. It leaves you feeling awfully exposed in a tight-fitting white tee and grey boyshorts.

Uneven exhales resound in the space between the two of you, 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whisper, embarrassment tainting the tips of your ears and a flush that races down your neck. 

“How could I not, my sweet,” Wanda answers in a sweet murmur, delicate lips trailing down the column of your neck as she shifts on your lap. “You’re perfect.”

Your eyes flutter shut as Wanda’s hand slips down the band of your boyshorts, pulling out your cock as it springs out of its confinement. It’s big, you know it is, and you watch in anticipation as Wanda’s eyes darken several shades.

“It’s alright?” You ask, albeit tentatively, gripping the base of your cock to stop yourself from climaxing right then and there. “I’ve never— you know.”

“More than alright, darling,” Wanda murmurs with crescented eyelids, tracing the winding vein on the left side, fingertips rubbing at your tip in some sort of wonderment.

The sheer size difference of her pale hand and your thick cock changes your brain on a chemical level, and you think that this is going to be embarrassingly quick.

“Wanda,” you pant into the open air, your voice hoarse and your gaze hungry. Her hand furiously jackhammers up and down the length of your thick shaft, from base to tip, spraying droplets of pre-cum all over the both of you.

You let out an almost-whine as you throw your head back, chasing that warm heat that’d only ever been a part of your most sinful dreams. Wanda must be an expert at this, you think, as her thumb rubs your sensitive tip with each hard thrust of her hand.

“I’m gonna— fuck, oh God,” you gasp, and Wanda quietens you by pulling you into a messy kiss. Tongues envelop one another, and it’s sloppy, and wet, but pleasure is coursing through your bloodstream, ferocious devotion in an excruciatingly fast hurdle to a preordained climax.

“Wanda, you have to stop, or I’m gonna—”

“Isn’t that the whole point, darling? Do it inside.”

Wanda lifts her hips, revealing her wet heat to your starry gaze. It looks like some delicate flower you’d find in a faraway field, except it was something you craved to feel, and suddenly the desire in your stomach is unbearable and you move with frantic urgency.

You groan as your tip brushes against her velvet wetness, finally, collecting trails of slick to make it even more damp than it was prior. Wanda sinks downward with a shaky exhale, and the soft heat that envelops your shaft is the holiest shrine you’d ever chanced upon.

“Wanda,” you say, swallowing, big hands moving to grip at her hips, slowly opening her up with each inch. 

Eventually, the slow pace drives you to the edge of insanity, and you begin your freefall with an abrupt change of heart. All too soon, the atmosphere surrounding the two of you becomes hot, rough, dirty — just like how Wanda explained it, fulfilling the filthiest fantasies of two wandering minds.

“Y/N!” Wanda calls out, panting, locks of hair falling out of place as you roughly manhandle her hips up and down your thick length.

Her delightful moans are heaven to your ears, as your fingers dig into plush skin, a sweetness naught would remove from your reach.

"I'm close," she whines into your ear, the fabric of her negligee clinging to flushed skin, your boyshorts all damp with your bodily fluids.

She slides down and up at a lightning-fast pace, both of you desperately chasing down each other's pleasure. Her pussy constricts your thick shaft in a tight hold, and your hands are none the better, palming at her ass.

"Oh, God," the older nun whines, when you increase the pace in a last-ditch attempt, the sound of bare skin meeting enveloping the room in a heady, aroused mess.

Your eyes find the crucifix across the room just before you tip over that edge one would view in reverence, hurtling downwards like Lucifer with his tainted lips, calling out Wanda's name in a breathless cry—

And there is devotion in your shared sin, breathless cries spilling from tainted lips, where grace is found in a mismatched harmony, and two sinners turn away from repentance.

"Oh!" Wanda cries out, thighs wrapping around your torso, head thrown back in a picture of evangelical reverence.

You think Wanda is the only altar you’d ever need, prayerless faithfulness in devout worship, a lowly pilgrim knelt before a holy shrine. “Fuck,” you breathe, as Wanda collapses above you, soft pants gradually becoming steady again.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” Sister Wanda — no, just Wanda — whispers, still straddling your lap with her palms pressed to the sides of your face in a gentle cradle. “Thank the heavens I found you.”

“What happens next?” You ask. There is a tremble in your voice, a fear of the unknown. There were prying eyes of religious watchers, where critical judgement of the queer community was prevalent in this time, where bravery did not always triumph over prejudice.

“What happens to us?”

Wanda’s lips brush against your forehead, her gentleness lulling you into utopia. “Only God knows, my love,” she whispers back.

It is then that you realise it didn’t matter, anyways, wherever you’d end up, as long as it was with your sacred, sanctimonial love.

so... how was that in all of its religious and horny imagery?? haven't written for wanda in forever omg. can yall spot the ttpd lyrics lol (side note: ttpd has some of the most profound lyrics i’ve ever heard, i can only aspire to achieve that level of literary greatness.) reblog please literally getting down on my knees atp main m.list

[notaboypossiblyagenius]

foward beckons rebound | a. harkness

pulling your face close / wanting the inmost.

wc: 507

warnings: allusions to a discussion held in episode 4, heart wrenching fluff because i am cursed to write things that make me want to cry, not proofread, written and posted at 4 in the morning. soulmate au, i guess? i don’t know!! she deserves better, this is the better.

a/n: sum sweet, sum light for bbg. let me know what you think:D

The quiet of the room surrounded the both of you, the only sound being your fingers grazing against agatha’s porcelain skin.

Her dark hair served as a frame for a face carved by the hands of the most talented of creators, with the sharpest of chisels. Blue eyes brimmed with a warmth that put the summer air to shame. She looked angelic, the sun caressing her with a softness you could only wish to muster.

Innocent, that was the word. She looked pure. The image before you served a stark contrast to the legend of Agatha Harkness, the heartless witch killer. Nobody saw this side of her, Nobody but you.

Your hand drifted down her arm, which peeked out from beneath her head as she propped herself up on her hands. A scar along her elbow caught your attention, and your brow furrowed as your fingers traced the roughened skin.

“What’s this from?” you asked quietly, as if raising your voice would ruin the moment. she tore her eyes away from your face, and glanced down to where you were looking.

“that” she began, “was a knitting needle to the elbow.” her tone—although laced with amusement—just as low as yours, gentle. She was always gentle with you.

You met her gaze, brows still furrowed. yet, your eyes held the same amusement that laced her tone.

“Knitting needle?” a soft laugh tickled the back of your throat as you asked, your fingers still tracing the length of the scar.

“mhm,” she hummed, smiling at your amusement, she leaned a little closer, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. “Have you heard of the daughters of liberty?” she asked, her tone now conspiratorial as she brought a hand to your chin, tilting your face toward hers. She scanned your expression, biting her bottom lip as a smile threatened to betray her little joke.

you thought for a moment, you weren’t all that updated on your witch history. Were they important?

“who?” you asked, tilting your head as you looked up at her, your nose scrunched in mild intrigue.

“exactly,” she said, freeing her bottom lip and in turn the smile she was holding in. she accentuated her joke—which she seemed incredibly proud of— with a peck to your lips. the vibration of your chest as you laughed at her joke, the carelessness of it that reverberated against her lips and the feeling of your fingers wrapped around her wrist made her heart flutter in a way she had previously thought incapable.

She inhaled your laugh as if it would cleanse her soul, as if your gentleness could get rid of the darkness that clawed deep at her core.

She couldn’t help the soft snort that filtered its way out with the giggles that escaped her, your joy infectious.

She was no divinity witch, but in that moment—when her laughter harmonized with yours in the comfort of her bedroom— she could see the spiritual dimension shaking with the force of your intertwined souls. For you, her soulmate, were upon her, so who was to be against her?

[tremordusk]

AAA THEORY - How Lilia’s Tarot Reading will come into Play in the Finale

Spoilers for episode 7

Okay so I’m going to take a pause from literally thirsting over…death XD

Because my brain just thought of something — a theory about HOW Lilia’s tarot spread from episode 7 is going to come into play in the last two episodes.

I was tracking the cards before episode 7 and have compiled my knowledge (and little experience) with tarot in order to make sense of it.

Here is a general idea of what these cards mean:

Death -> usually doesn’t represent physical death in a reading. It is usually implying the end of a cycle, sometimes a relationship or interest and usually implies an increased sense of self awareness. It also indicates a time of transformation.

Queen of Cups -> represents a mature female who embodies qualities of love and kindness and sensitivity. It usually exudes compassion, emotional depth and intuitive wisdom.

Three of Swords -> associated with heartbreak sorrow and emotional pain. There can be a positive interpretation like someone or something will help you see the truth of the situation.

The Tower Reversed -> it’s a warning of things to come and can suggest a resistance to personal transformation. A warning that there will be a big impact on one’s life. The Tower upright notably can be associated to significant change, upheaval, devastation and turmoil. Expect the unexpected.

The High Priestess -> can be interpreted as a disconnection from one’s intuition. It represents mystery, intuition, the unknown, the subconscious mind, and spiritual knowledge.

Three of Pentacles -> education, apprenticeship, research, and can also be effort, dedication, resolves, commitment, and the value of collaboration.

Knight of Wands -> Upright meaning: represents a surge of energy, daring adventures, and self assured confidence. It signifies the completion of tasks and the fulfillment of goals. In short urging us to finish what we start. The knight ushers in the spirit of the hero, brave and rebellious and moves towards positive changes with an open mind and free spirit.

- Reverse meaning: warns against arrogance, lack of self discipline and recklessness, fear and lack of enthusiasm or ambition. The Knight advises caution and encourages us to think before we act, and to avoid rushing in without considering the consequences.

Ok so now that I got that out there, I was pretty convinced Lilia will come back in some capacity — because she said it herself in this episode, time is an illusion. And we watched her experience her life in a non-linear fashion. She also said to Agatha before she sent her on her way; “When she calls you a coward, hit the deck.”

Now I originally thought huh, she’s probably telling her to dodge because we know that Agatha and Rio will quarrel— but again Lilia experiences her life out of order…so what if she’s telling Agatha to call upon her magic when she fights Rio?

She could have told her to duck, but she specifically says “hit the deck” and that could be in reference to Lilia’s tarot deck.

Here’s where I think Lilia’s last reading holds more weight than just this episode:

Following how she reads the cards:

- Queen of cups -> “Empathetic, intuitive, inner voice to be trusted.”

This card is in reference to Lilia— she is the wise mature woman of their coven and holds vast knowledge. However I want to point out her choice of “inner voice to be trusted” could not only be in reference to her trusting herself but also that her coven can rely on her. “When she calls you a coward, hit the deck” -> “inner voice to be trusted” as in Agatha should trust herself or rely on Lilia’s magic when the time comes. Perhaps Lilia may come back to Agatha as an inner voice or spirit as moral support.

- “What’s missing? Three of Pentacles. Collaboration, community, singular voices waiting to harmonize. I needed you my coven.”

This is probably the more obvious one— Lilia needs the coven as much as Agatha and co need her. There will be collaboration at the end of the road, it’s going to be a team effort. Most likely to help Agatha fight her ex (oof).

- “The Path behind. The Knight of Wands. Full of fire. Fights bravely.”

It’s upright when she reads it. As mentioned above the upright can resemble a call to finish tasks -> interesting how this is the path behind card and in reference to Alice. Note how Lilia refers to this card in the present tense. This could potentially mean that Alice’s task isn’t quite finished yet. Perhaps “I’ll see you at the end” in her mother’s ballad may mean more than we think. She could show up as a ghost or potentially through song -> her mother’s ballad protection spell becomes Alice’s protection spell to help her coven. Hence how she’s the path behind and yet still fights bravely. Perhaps the reverse melanin of the card has already played out— to note they use both upright and reverse in reference to Billy, so there could be something there.

- “The Path Ahead, High Priestess. Immense spiritual power, unable or unwilling to use it.”

This card Lilia references Jen— Lilia clearly knows something. This is most likely in reference to Jen’s state of mind. Mentioned above, the High Priestess can mean a disconnection from one’s intuition. So yes, I think in the finale Jen will break free from whatever is bounding her (herself), but going back to the three of pentacles it won’t be possible without her coven and without Lilia. We see her bond with Lilia in episode 7. I think Lilia’s sacrifice will have the hugest impact on Jen, teaching her the “inner voice to be trusted”. Perhaps Lilia’s faith in her coven will be what Jen needs to stand at full power to help Agatha and Billy in the oncoming fight.

- “Obstacles. Three of Swords. Heartbreak, sorrow, grief.”

We know this one is Agatha. It’s definitely in reference to her grief with losing her son, Nicky (grief), but I think also implies her trauma (sorrow), and her relationship with Rio (heartbreak). Agatha’s trial isn’t over and she needs to trudge ahead— Lilia knows this and says “when she calls you a coward hit the deck.” Agatha is going to need to call upon her coven in order to get through her obstacles. What if she’s there telling Agatha to call upon her when she’s at her lowest? Or Agatha remembers her words when she’s backed in a corner..

- “the windfall…tower reversed. Disaster, destruction, sudden upheaval, but reversed, it means miraculous transformation.”

Billy will go through a transformation of some kind, and rather than finding his brother, I’m more certain it’s going to be his identity as William Kaplan and Billy Maximoff— because that’s a question he’s wondering. I also think it will be a transformation of his relationship with Agatha, their current relationship is rocky and full of grief and sorrow. They could be making amends. It could also be how his current self will transform after meeting Rio at the end. She may or may not collect his soul.

- “and finally, the destination…”

- “In the end all roads lead to me.”

- “Rio is…”

She’s death. The final destination is Rio. Not entirely— as I mentioned before in tarot Death doesn’t usually mean physical death. it’s indicating closure and transformation. Ironically, Billy’s card is hinting at transformation, so potentially Rio will help him close a chapter on his life (maybe not to collect his soul) but to properly have William Kaplan pass on.

Lilia’s fate already ends with her coven but by sacrificing herself for them she transforms into something greater — even dead she will still be helping them from the grave. Time is an illusion after all ;) and it will be time soon for her coven to “hit the deck” for her advice.

Alice’s task will end when she’s successfully protected her coven. She may come back if Agatha can figure out how to control her powers supposedly. She may also come back in the form of a protection spell to protect her people in their final battle.

Jen’s cycle of self doubt and disconnection with her intuition will come to an end with her transforming into the capable witch she is but even greater because she does it for her coven.

Agatha, (I know y’all are scared of her dying) I’m going to tell you that’s not the case. It WILL be the “death of Agatha” in the sense of her journey of running away from Rio (heartbreak), trauma (sorrow), and Nicky (grief) -> the current version of Agatha will cease to exist. Agatha will learn to trust her coven because when “she calls you a coward, hit the deck” will be in reference to relying on Lilia. She’s going to have to trust her coven if she’s truly going to overcome her obstacles.

Rio desperately wants the Agatha that loved her back. We know she’s a simp— and that she still loves her, she’s just very hurt and angry. Ideally Rio’s pain, or her scar for that matter will come to a close and with it a transformation in Agatha and her’s relationship. I’m mostly going to say they begin the path to healing and coming back together.

To conclude:

Here’s how I think it’s going to go:

- Rio’s trial/Billy’s trial will tell us what their closure and transformation will be.

- Rio and Agatha are going to fight because Agatha won’t deal with her long CYCLE OF TRAUMA - hence she’s a coward.

- Agatha realizing she can’t overcome any of this by herself will realize when Billy stands with her— that she needs her coven: Jen will unleash her full potential and Agatha will hit the deck—a tarot deck that is Lilia’s (and possibly contains Alice’s protection spell) will be with her.

- The whole coven will stand with Agatha with Alice’s protection spell and Lilia’s tarot ( aka there in spirit )

- Agatha will then realize how to control her powers and in doing so Alice comes back from dead (let me have my copium)

- It’s going to end with Rio and Agatha ending how their current relationship is and starting over by letting go of their grief and moving forward together.

I wonder how on point I will be. I solely got this idea from that one line Lilia said to Agatha before she died…I apologize to anyone if this is actually very accurate and you feel spoiled later. Potential apologies in advance!

[riovidalupdates]

Jac Schaeffer speaks on the broom scene in #AgathaAllAlong  regarding Agatha staring at Rio:

“In the script, [it] was Rio looking at Agatha. But we took out Rio’s look to Kathryn, because it felt more powerful to just really be focused on Agatha’s clear attraction, and then also her conflicting feelings that are on her face that she — because of the sort of ecstasy of all of these witches, like, you know, returning to their witchiness and being in flight and being connected and harmonizing, and there’s like euphoria there, and that sort of swirl making Agatha look to her former love.”

[source: @TheWrap]

[lord-luminous]

Episode 7 was really good. Lilia is such an amazing character and I'm glad she fully realized herself even if that ultimately happened in her death scene.

But, I honestly don't how I truly feel about Agatha All Along as a show. Because I liked the Coven of Chaos as a concept, especially with Agatha as the leader. It was interesting but with each member of the coven dying... I feel sad. Mostly that means we wont do anything else with these characters. Nor will they mean anything to Agatha. So their little found family isn't that.

And I guess that's fair. Maybe Agatha isnt going to be a coven witch. She always worked solo. So it's fine. Jen will hopefully move on, Billy will go back home with his lead to Tommy, and Agatha will get her power and realize her desires.

I think I'm still attached to the version of the show I wanted. This coven of wayward witches who make a powerful combination together that would be unmatched even though they hate each other. It reminded me of the Avengers I guess. A ragtag team of unlikely allies being able to harmonize to get the job done.

Well I suppose it'll be the AU in my head where the witches become a coven that wouldn't be messed with.

Though I am curious. What is Agatha's character arc ending? Usually you can predict what the characters are going to get by the end of the show, like Sam becoming Captain America, Wanda becoming the Scarlet Witch, or Kamala becoming more confident as Ms. Marvel. I wonder where Agatha is meant to go? Is it just that she wants her magic back? Because I thought she got that at the end of the trial where she absorbed Alice's magic. Is it fighting for Billy and caring for him? I do wonder where they want to go with Agatha if it isnt finding a sisterhood for herself.

[mswyrr]

why i think agatha has never walked the Road before

Based on the song lyrics, if she had walked it before, she would have needed a coven to do it, and we have every reason to believe she hasn't had a coven since her first betrayed her.

Gather sisters fire Water, earth and air Darkest hour, wake thy power Earthly and divine Burn and brew with coven true And glory shall be thine

Even if she had previously bamboozled some poor bunch of witches into the Road, if they didn't become her "coven true" in that process, the attempt would have been a failure. Perhaps she has survived a previous, failed attempt, but she's never walked it successfully. To walk it successfully would mean to have community at the end, and that would require her to be changed in key ways.

Another lyric talks about "fate" and another about facing your "fears." If Agatha had faced her fears or fate successfully in the past, she wouldn't be the person she is imo. She's currently someone who is in constant flight from her past, her own feelings, other people. Only Wanda's magic trapped her, pinning her in place, forcing her into community with others. And that has just (for the moment) made Agatha double down on running and using. At least at the surface level.

Moving beyond the specific lyrics of the song, there's two broad categories of how to handle magic in stories. The first treats it like a possession--like a powerful weapon or tool in a character's hand--something that belongs to them and they can do with it what they wish and, pivotally, who they are is separate from it. The second treats magic as something that transforms you -- it's not a tool you wield, to wield it creates/requires a change in your very being. I think the way they're writing magic on the show is the second (to me, vastly superior) approach rather than the first.

The song itself and the use of a Road both point to this. The idea of a walking a path or road and being changed by it is widespread in global spiritual practices -- many religions articulate the religion itself as a road/path to walk -- the process of walking the path is supposed to bring you more and more into alignment with the power/enlightenment you seek, rather than the power becoming a thing YOU own.

Agatha herself is so deeply unenlightened at this moment in her life that she is TREATING the Road as if it is the category one kind of magic. Just a tool or a weapon she can grasp and possess without changing. She's treating the magical commitment she's made to this coven similarly, as if it has no weight to it. But I think she's dead wrong about all of that. That the magic in this story is of the second category, and through walking the Road--and committing to a coven-- she will experience change and find a "coven true." Not that she will become all nice; not that the coven will be all sweetness and light. But that it will simply be real and true.

As Jac herself has said about community:

"I hope what people take from the show, is that yes there is a tremendous amount of benefit from the circle, from the tribe, that you can have communal power, and your can find your own internal power in that circle. But also it was really important to me to show that there can also be in fighting in that circle. And there can also be bad decision-making and backstabbing, and the complexity of these witches no being able to get along. The goal for them (coven) is to harmonize both literally and figuratively, and they fail at it! You know, in a number of occasions, a circle can give you so much. But it's always going to be an imperfect thing." --podcast interview with Jac Schaeffer, quote transcribed by the lovely @isagrimorie (thank you! <3)

Even at its best, community is hard work. A "coven true" doesn't mean easy. Just real and sincere. Agatha lost the "grounding" of herself in her youth (my meta on that is here) and she will be more grounded again.

At its worst, as Agatha learned in her youth, community can become monstrous and terrifying. A prison rather than a home; a death sentence rather than a safe place to live and grow. But even when things aren't in that failure state, it can be painful and difficult -- its own hard road to walk. But on that journey you *become*. And others become along with you. By committing to each other, you are not instantly made whole and enlightened. But you allow yourself to live and breathe and become. To do the hard work of becoming. And it is that process of becoming (of living) that Agatha has cut herself off from by cutting herself off from people.

[captain-cortex]

Agatha All Along Easter Eggs

(That you might have missed idk man this is my first time breaking down)

All the tarot cards Lillia pulled in episode 7 correspond to what happened in the previous episodes, including this one! (except one you'll see it later!)

In total, 7 cards need to be put down. corresponding to the total number of episodes we have right now.

The first card pulled was the Queen of Cups which means inner voice to be trusted. Agatha was still under Wanda's spell so she couldn't see that she was a witch and we see her trying to spell the book DARKHOLD in the first episode but even before writing it, she got scared. The episode followed Agatha in trusting her inner self and voice to remember she is a witch.

The second card was the Three of Pentacles which means collaboration, community, and singular voices waiting to be harmonized. NOW GUESS WHAT? In episode 2 Agatha goes around trying to assemble a coven, a team!

Now this is where it is interchanged but I still would like to point it out. The third card she pulled was Knight of Wands representing Alice and her protective nature but we see that in episode 4. The card represents full of fire and bravery. LIKE HOW SHE OVERCOMES HER TRAUMA?!?! THATS BRAVERY!!!

(We also see Alice's powers are the color of fire and she tries to help Agatha without thinking of the consequences. RIP I love you).

The fourth card Lillia pulled was The High Priestess which represents immense spiritual power unable or unwilling to use it sadly :( which ofc if you didn't already know was Jen! But it happened in episode 3 tho so yeah. In this episode, we see that even tho she is bound this bro got Mamma Mia powers to make potions we see her use it after she was told like yeah bish you can do it.

Now the fifth card was Three of Swords which means heartbreak, sorrow, and grief, and the fifth episode followed around Agatha's trial and how she was so sad about her mother that she ought to kill her the moment she was born oh god the look on her face :( (and also the fact that she got super anxiety when teen was stabbed)

now do I even wanna explain what happened in episode 6 cuz it lit followed around Teen/William/ Billy/Wiccan. The sixth card was Tower reversed meaning disaster (rip William) sudden upheaval (rip William) but IT WAS REVERSED!! meaning miraculous transformation (Happy new spirit birthday Billy)

Episode 7 :( card death :( followed around Lillia's death :( I CAN'T WHY DOES MARVEL LIT HAVE TO KILL WOMEN!? SHUT UP!

[magicaemaxima]

@unbeleveable for agatha bc chaos

Dionysia hadn't believed the myth of the witches road at first, but she hadn't believed in magicae maxima at first either, and that unfortunately turned out to be true. So if this was true, that at the end of the road she might have anything as her prize, which would of course be the life of her sisters again, the one thing she couldn't make happen herself, Dionysia had nothing to lose in trying. The other witches of this world warned her that no one had survived the road, but she knew death for herself was impossible. She couldn't die; she had tried far too many times to know it wasn't going to happen.

So she went to someone who claimed to have successfully traveled the road before, hoping for the best. She stood in a circle with her new coven, glancing between them. They sang the ballad, harmonizing beautifully, each of them seeming to pour their hearts and souls into manifesting the door. But once the song was over, Dionysia looked impatient, confused, waiting for something to happen. She looked to Agatha, hoping that perhaps it simply took a moment for the magic to work.

[everything-written-down]

“And yeah, it was important to us to sort of see these moments both little and small, like Agatha looking at Rio during the broom flight. That actually, in the script, was Rio looking at Agatha. But we took out Rio’s look to Kathryn, because it felt more powerful to just really be focused on Agatha’s clear attraction, and then also her conflicting feelings that are on her face that she — because of the sort of ecstasy of all of these witches, like, you know, returning to their witchiness and being in flight and being connected and harmonizing, and there’s like euphoria there, and that sort of swirl making Agatha look to her former love. That felt really right.”

- a loooot of theories punctured in Schaeffer’s latest Wrap interview (I say this without negative feeling; I really trust her storytelling and feel ready to receive whatever the back half has in store) but THIS PART (x)

(ALSO: “Rio knows the story and knows this pain, and speaks up for her love.”)

[kurayamineko]

[vai3-writes]

matchup exchange:)

• fandom: jjk

• you can call me blair

• i'm a gemini, intp!

• i'd like for my match to be a guy

• ideal first date: i have absolutely no idea! i'm willing to go with anything as long as it's not too crazy lol if i were the one to offer a date, i'd probably just offer a walk + visiting some caffe. i'd definitely bring a lil present for my date as well

• personality: i'm definitely very loyal and friendly. i'm that funny person in the friend group (i swear i'm not the only one who thinks so 😭), my social battery dies pretty quickly though. it takes me veryyy long to fall for someone and i prefer to take things slow ykyk. i'm that type of person who texts first, and i love to send memes and cat reels lol. i make jokes all the time, sometimes they're a bit dark tho. i'm usually quite sarcastic. it's very easy to make me cry, and i usually forgive people way too fast after they hurt me. i'm very emotional in general. i'm a professional yapper, but i'm also a good listener, and i love to memorize little details about someone and surpise them later with it, for example when someone mentions they like something, the very next day i'll buy them that thing. i'm probably a bit too jealous. i can't stay in one place for too long, i get bored fast. i'm only really serious when i'm upset, or when the situation requires it. i find it quite hard to go out of my comfort zone at times, but i'm working on it. i love to tease people, and i love when they tease me back. i'm an overthinker and i often doubt myself. i have a habit of washing my hands like a thousand times a day, i also have to check a few times if i still have my phone in my bag, or if i locked the door 😪 i'm also very good with managing money lol

• love language: words of affirmation & acts of service (receiving); acts of service & gift giving (giving)

• likes: animals (i have two cats and a dog), books, food that's especially sweet, deep conversations, plushies, jokes that barely anyone finds funny, sleeping, coffee

• dislikes: parties, dirty things/places, bugs, crowded places, summer and hot temperatures in general, horror movies, loud noises (and people), snakes, darkness, heights, people who don't respect boundaries

• hobbies: i spend most of my day listening to music, and i mostly listen to rock. i love reading books, my favourite genre is fantasy! 90% of my books are fantasy, the rest of them being agatha christie's works. i like baking and i'd say i'm pretty good at it, but at the same time i'm a terrible cook 💀 i'll bake a perfect cake, but i can't even cook pasta properly

• perfect partner: probably just someone who will make me feel wanted and heard, i also like people who are caring and protective, i don't mind being with someone who has completely different interests than me, as long as they accept what i like, and I'll obviously do the same. love people who will tease me back and who i can joke around with

• appearance: i'm tall (abt 175cm), i have dark hair which i tend to dye a lot tho. i often cut them too. i have green eyes and round face, i look younger than i am. i have 6 piercings (all in ears tho:<) and one tattoo for now but i definitely want more. i mostly wear dark clothes

i hope it's okay, take your time!! thank you for doing an exchange with me!:*

Heyyy !! Your matchup is complete @isadollie!<3

barely proofread and awful punctuation, I apologize for any mistakes.

word count - 1k

possible tw - overthinking(?)

And it's...

Okkotsu Yūta !!

Firstly, your astrological compatibility sticks out to me a lot. As a Gemini & Pisces duo, you are one of the most flexible and compatible signs, which equates you two to be a very harmonic pair!

You are the antithesis of the 'opposites attract' trope.

You're fiercely loyal and attentive to your friends, remembering even small details, and both of you are talkers and listeners simultaneously. I imagine Yuta to be someone who rambles to his close friends but also just listens a lot, you being the same shows the balance between the two of you.

It wouldn't take Yuta too long to get close to you, as he would sense your loyalty and your jokes would warm him up even faster. I can imagine you sticking together during any social gatherings you're attending. Things would go slower between you, flowing more naturally. You'd stay friends for quite a while, as I imagine Yuta still being a bit unsure after Rika. After a while, you'd most likely start growing even closer, and teasing from Panda would increase.

"I fell first, but he fell harder" - Is something that applies to Yuta, he's gentle by nature, but extremely protective of his friends (JJK 0 movie, Geto scene.), He would realize that he cares for you more than a friend after someone hurts you, and you forgive them extremely quickly. After berating you with questions about who it was, he gives said person a little talk, if you catch my drift.

Yuta absolutely cherishes every little thing you ever got him, even if he feels a little guilty about you spending money on him. Gets you little things in return, if you admire something a little too long when you go out, he buys it for you. Ultimately Yuta falls back to his main love languages - acts of service, and quality time. He doesn't enjoy fancy restaurants. He would go if you asked him to, but ultimately, for your first date, he invites you to a café that you were talking about recently.

He loves it, when you text him first, it reassures him that your relationship isn't one-sided, and he reacts to every. single. cat video. you send him, religiously.

Yuta would adore your animals, they love him too, and constantly brings them treats when he comes over. I believe Yuta prefers salty or umami-flavored food over sweet treats. Therefore, whenever he receives any complimentary biscuits or sweets, he tucks them into his pocket and offers them to you the next time he sees you. Hunts down new cafes and boba shops to explore, and learns your boba and coffee orders by heart.

He'll also buy you plushies, heard Maki talk about jelly cats once, and gets you two cats, one grey and one black.

I imagine you having pretty similar dislikes, Yuta dislikes parties, they stress him out and he hates strangers getting into his personal space, Yuta is very attentive and makes sure to learn your dislikes and avoid them as much as possible, he doesn't like seeing anyone close too him uncomfortable or uneasy.

I don't imagine Yuta as a huge fantasy reader, or bookworm in general. He likes hearing you rant about your favorite books tho, and loves it when you sit him down and re-tell the story. Yuta feels very content and happy in tranquil moments like that.

I can't see Yuta as a top-tier cook, but he can definitely cook a few simple dishes. He might tease you about your cooking skills a bit, gobbles down any of your baking tho, and finds them extra tasty since the love of his life made them.

Yuta meets your preferences and requirements too. There's no need to elaborate further on most parts, but one thing I can add is that he may initially be a bit startled by your jokes. He might be unsure how to respond at first, but as time goes on, he warms up to the banter and starts initiating it himself. Yuta is a very respectful and considerate man, he would put you in front of himself and do most to protect you.

Yuta couldn't care less about looks, but he's kind of fascinated by your piercings and likes pretty much everything you do to your hair.

An issue you could run into would be your partnered overthinking. I can imagine Yuta being unsure of everything he's doing sometimes, but being too scared to speak out and talk about it, ending up distancing himself from you, which in turn could make you overthink. Which can start a spiral until one of you decides to actively seek out the other and talk about said problem. You both learn that you need more reassurance from one another that day.

headcanons

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Going to taste test a brand-new soufflé pancake cafe! Him taking cute candid photos of you and the food, "Maybe you'd like to post them". Doesn't let you pay when you go out either, "You spoil me with your gifts, love"

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"You do realize that you can't survive on cup noodles right?", he asks you walking into your room. "I'm making you some fresh food.". 25 minutes later you've got some steaming hot katsudon in front of you.

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"Love, do you need any help with the back? I don't think you're getting everything" Yuta says, as he walks into the bathroom to you dyeing your hair. "Yes, pleasee, I don't want it to end up patchy." - "Alright, give me your brush/gloves please. *color* this time? It suits you."

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"Yuta! Where are you?", you've been searching for Yuta for the last 5 minutes. That is until you hear purring from your bedroom. As you walk in you see Yuta laying on the edge of the bed, two cats sitting on top of him, and a dog right by his side.

"I think they like me" - he says, with a lazy smile on his face.

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divider by @muruffin<3

Hope you enjoy it, and I apologize for any mistakes. Honestly, I first considered matching you with Geto but I think Yuta fits more

Idk how many kg of watermelon I have consumed in the past 6 weeks - frankly I don't want to know

[jude0nf1re]

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Hi, call me Phian

Here are some things about me:

Occasional poet, learning piano, learning Tagalog, atheist, she/her

P.S I’m very multifandom

My personality

LII - Mel/chol - 5w6

Kins : Oda (BSD), Ciel (Kuroshitsuji), Mika (Owari no Seraph), Raskolnikov (Crime & Punishment), Beth Harmon (The Queens Gambit)

Favourite artists:

The Crane Wives, The Smiths, Radiohead

Favourite movies:

The Pale Blue Eye - Knives Out - George Orwell’s 1984 (1985) - When Marnie Was There - Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland (2009) - Dark Shadows (2012)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events (2017 series) - Anne With An E (2017 series) - The Queens Gambit

𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔰 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ

Whodunit media - I’m a sucker for movies like Knives Out, renditions of Agatha Christie’s Poirot, and other murder mysteries that take place in a different time e.g 1960s, 1930s, 1800s

Art - as a child, my main hobby was art. I enjoy seeing other people’s artistic talents and styles.

Anime - I’m a decent fan of anime and manga, my main interests in this topic being Black Butler, Bungou Stray Dogs, Death Note, Serial Experiments Lain, Violet Evergarden

Philosophy - I like discussing personalities and philosophy through media, e.g Dostoevsky’s portrayal of society and the psychology of his characters, or the ideas of existentialism, absurdism, nihilism etc. (I believe myself to be an existentialist)

Games - I’m not much of a gamer, though I do indulge in games such as The Last Of Us, Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Omori, Mad Father, Project Sekai, sandbox games

[feastonkings]

natasha lyonne / she/her  ———  no way is that FRANCES ‘FRANKIE’ SPIEGEL.. they’re a 44-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being SARCASTIC  &  CRASS but there are some people who have seen them being INTELLIGENT  &  DEDICATED.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of a fiery mane of curls that adds an inch to her height, smoking like a chimney, filthy mouthed wife, a well organized lab as a juxtaposition to her chaos, and  hoarse voice with a bronx accent laced with sarcasm, but that could just be because they’re considered the MAD SCIENTIST around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: frances dina spiegel nicknames: frankie, frank classification: enhanced human gender / pronouns: cis woman, she/her age / birthday: 44, april 4th orientations: homosexual, homoromantic occupation: scientist, chemist, bio-engineer location: middle district status: married to agatha spiegel family: levi spiegel (nephew), banks madden (step-son) strengths: intelligent, dedicated, methodical, realistic, blunt weaknesses: sarcastic, crass, cynical, verbose, morally grey character inspo: meredith grey (grey's anatomy), ian malcolm (jurassic park), tyrion lannister (game of thrones), robin scherbatsky (himym), cristina yang (grey's anatomy), beth harmon (queen's gambit), maeve millay (westworld), raven reyes (100), erica sinclair (stranger things), bernadette rostenkowski (big bang theory), joan holloway (mad men), jordan baker (great gatsby)

BIOGRAPHY.

born and raised in the bronx, nyc in an upper middle class family which consisted of both her parents and her siblings. life growing up in an orthodox jewish home wasn't all bad but it was very strict and the expectations were high. it was suffocating at the best of times.

from a young age she latched onto the world of science. taking things apart and putting them back together, playing with different elements and chemicals, looking at samples under microscopes, questioning everything and looking for answers she couldn’t find through testing. often getting scolded for destroying things needed in the house and experiment mishaps.

that curiosity and general love of science never went away leading her to attend m. i. t. where she studied various forms of engineering - primarily chemical and nuclear - getting her phd in the subject, as well as getting a masters in both chemistry and biology.

while in the graduate program frankie began working for a private manufacturer based in texas that boasted in the production of personal and other equipment for law enforcement, public saftey, military, and recreational markets. true in theory, but that is where frankie’s love for developing chemical and biological weapons, explosives, and experimenting on ways to make them environmental friendly - sustainability had always been a passion of hers mixed in with the more questionable interests.

amidst college and her employment, she developed friendships within different factions and classes, never limiting herself to one walk of life. a good scientist looks at the whole picture, after all.

as the world continued to deteriorate around them, it quickly made more sense for her to go into business independently both for the benefit of her family and her own interests. it has allowed her to do what she wants without having someone breathing down her neck.

she’s blunt, sarcastic, smokes like a chimney, and when she’s feeling the urge to be social she can be found at fight night or one of the local bars. occasionally she shows up to the casino, if to do nothing else then visit some clientele otherwise she can be found with her wife aggie, step-son banks, beloved nephew levi, best friend and partner in crime, or in her lab/workshop cooking something up or experimenting on something.... or someone.

HEADCANONS.

her right arm is mostly synthetic from a lab accident that claimed the limb and left a nasty burn on the side of her neck.

more to come...

[meret118]

Agatha All Along hails from Jac Schaeffer, who served as the head writer on Marvel Television’s WandaVision. “I had probably an unhealthy fixation on Agatha following WandaVision,” Schaeffer admits. “That was such a fulfilling creative experience for me; it’s a wholesome story, but it’s also an angsty story. Wanda was very torn. There was a lot of trauma with Wanda, whereas Agatha is so unabashedly witchy! She’s so proud of being a witch. She’s obviously hiding so much in her past, and that creates a fabulous segue from WandaVision.”

As showrunner and executive producer of Agatha All Along, Schaeffer wanted to incorporate some of the elements that made WandaVision so critically and commercially successful. “A lot of the ways in which WandaVision was exciting, we have endeavored to recapture some similar magic,” she says. “Agatha All Along is a puzzle-box show. There are lots of mysteries, lots of reveals, lots of unexpected moments. We wanted to dip back into that pastiche of the genre play but do it in a totally different way. We’re leaving the sitcoms behind, but there are a lot of films and television shows that we allude to inside of the show. It was really a fun for us to create, and I hope it will be fun for audiences to watch.”

. . .

At its core, Agatha All Along “is a story of a coven-less witch who is forced to form a coven,” Schaeffer explains. Joining Agatha and Teen on The Witches’ Road are potions witch Jennifer Kale (Sasheer Zamata), protection witch Alice Wu-Gulliver (Ali Ahn), divination witch Lilia Calderu (Patti LuPone), the Green Witch Rio Vidal (Aubrey Plaza), and… non-witch Sharon Davis (Debra Jo Rupp).

“A lot of what the story is about is the power of community, the power of tribe. All of these characters are loners to various degrees, and they are people who are disconnected from their own internal sources of power,” Schaeffer continues. “Through the circle of togetherness and through harmonizing—both literally and figuratively—they are able to reconnect with their naturally existing internal power.”

[dafukdidiwatch]

Oh, that's actually very sweet. She makes sure every soldier is remembered and every sacrifice is not forgotten in the line of duty.

I wonder if the "Speaking their Names" thing is a 2nd tier Spark ability. Like the speaking voice harmonics power thing Agatha has when she commands other people/jaegars