#joke's on rio agatha figured it out herself

[harknessxo]

Okay I may sound insane but could I request a one shot or short story whatever you are more comfortable writing. The premises behind the story is the reader is an apothecary witch from Agatha’s past. Agatha has asked her to join them in walking the road as well as the others. She reluctantly agreed but not without attitude. The problem with going on this journey at least for the reader is that she’s not just a scorn witch from Agatha‘s past, but one that she would have considered a friend along time ago. Agatha would always come to her in order to be healed or for a remedy due to whatever difficult situation she got herself into overtime. They grew closer together, but Agatha made it apparent that she wasn’t capable of the type of relationship the reader was wanting from her. Not to the readers knowledge, but because of everything that had happened between her and Rio.

How the story starts is that they are currently on the road after completing the second trial in the studio and healing teen from his injury . At the campfire while all the different witches are trading their battle stories you listen to Agatha speak and then Rio. Somewhat connecting the dots on your own, but not fully believing it, not until you follow them both and watch the scene that unfolds between them in the fourth episode. It’s then that the reader realizes that maybe Agatha was always capable of feeling that type of emotional vulnerability but the reader just wasn’t worth it. How it ends is really up to you. It could be somehow Agatha figured out that the reader was spying on them and then fixes it in a sweet way to show that the reader is worth it. or it could be Agatha completely denying any change between her and Rio that she was only using manipulation tactics to see if teen was her son, a mix of both. I’m not picky.

Once again, if this is too insane, please ignore it. I do understand it’s completely random, but I do love your writing style and do you think you would do it absolute justice!!!!

THE GREATEST

Paring: Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: look at the request ^

Warnings; angst…

Word Count: 2.0k

Part 2

A/n: I hope you like this anon! I know you lowkey wanted a happy ending but angst took over. I’m open to making a part two if you’d like! Also this originally had nothing to do with the song “The Greatest” but then I added a part of the lyrics so…

“Jen! Y/n! Do something please!” Agatha pleaded, holding Teen’s hand tightly. You and Jennifer looked at each other, trying to figure out something that would heal his wound and help him survive. You both quickly made a substance and spread it over his wound. He groaned in pain but the wound healed and he continued to sleep. You all gently picked him up and placed him in a better place to rest. Agatha stayed by his side, refusing to leave and the rest of you went to make a bonfire.

You sat down around the fire for an awkward moment before Alice chose to speak up to start a conversation. She shared her experience with her curse and her scars and soon everyone told their experiences except Rio. You didn’t like her from the second she dug herself out of the ground. You could tell there was immense tension between her and Agatha and you detested it.

“How is he?” Alice’s voice brought you back to reality. You looked up and saw Agatha taking a seat next to Rio.

“Mouthy,” she replied sarcastically.

“That’s a good sign,” Lilia commented.

“Agatha,” Jen started, “Why don’t you show us your battle scars?” Agatha hesitated for a moment before she started rolling up the sleeve of her left arm. Your eyes diverted to Rio who chuckled while she gave Agatha a knowing look.

“Knitting needle to the elbow,” she said, showing off the scar on her elbow, “You ever heard of the daughters of liberty?” of course you knew of them, you were the one that healed said scar but the rest shook their heads having no idea, “Exactly.” All the witches chuckled her light joke and you could tell Agatha enjoyed it. The joyful moment suddenly came to a stop when Rio decided to speak up.

“I’ve got a scar.” All eyes turned to Rio as she spoke. Agatha’s expression changed, her face becoming serious and a bit irritated.

“No you don’t,” Agatha was quick to deny. How would she know that? You thought.

“Yes I do,” she insisted, “…A long time ago, I loved someone,” she side eyed Agatha, “…and I had to do something I did not want to do even though it was my job,” she emphasized the last word and you saw Agatha looked away from the corner of your eye. She clenched her jaw, her eyes fixed elsewhere. The other witches exchanged glances, sensing the tension between the two. Rio continued to speak.

“And it hurt them,” there was a pause, “…she’s my scar.” It wasn’t hard to figure out who she was talking about and it angered you even further. Why did Agatha lie to you? Were they still together when you fell in love? Were you just not enough?

“I’m gonna go stretch my legs,” Agatha said standing and walking away, Rio hot on her trail. Curiosity got the better of you and decided to follow them, the worst decision you could have made.

You watched their interaction, the hug, the loving look, and before their lips touched you walked away. You had seen enough. You fought with every bone in your body trying to keep your sobs at bay. You felt so betrayed but you shouldn’t. Agatha had made it crystal clear that she couldn’t pursue a commitment relationship with you like you wanted. That she wouldn’t. It hurt to hear but maybe it was for the best, especially if she was still messing around with Rio.

You made your way back to the campfire, trying to hide the tears in your eyes. The others looked at you, noticing the change in your demeanor.

“Are you alright?” Lilia asked, her voice filled with concern.

“I’m f-fine,” your voice cracked a bit, “That last trial just had me a little shaken, that’s all.” Alice frowned and shifted closer to you, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Mhm…” You gave her a reassuring smile before sitting back down by the fire. Alice didn’t seem convinced but didn’t press further. The others exchanged glances, clearly worried about you but they didn’t say anything. Soon Agatha came back taking a seat next to you with no trace of Rio but you remained silent. Agatha looked at you, noticing your lack of response. She was oblivious to the facts that you had seen her with Rio.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” You didn’t reply and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern. She gently placed her hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged her hand off. She was taken aback by your cold response. She was used to you being more open and warm, not this.

“Bullshit,” she said firmly, crossing her arms.

“It’s not like you would fucking care,” you spat out, getting up and walking away. She wanted to go after you but Rio appeared and held her back.

“Let her cool off. I’m sure it’s nothing.” She said into Agatha’s ear.

“Yeah…maybe you’re right.”

—

After everyone was rested, you all continued to walk the road onto the next trial. Usually you would have stayed by Agatha's side but you chose to stay with Lilia and Alice this time. You thought Agatha hadn't noticed, too deep in a conversation with Rio but she did and she was not happy at all.

Agatha’s eyes narrowed as she watched you walk with Lilia and Alice. She tried to keep her cool, but the sight of you ignoring her and choosing to stay away from her made her feel frustrated and angry. She couldn’t understand why you were acting this way and why you were avoiding her. Her fist balled up tightly when she saw you laughing with Alice. Rio noticed Agatha’s reaction and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Calm down, sweetheart. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles.”

“I just don’t understand what happened!” Agatha said, frustrated. Rio rolled her eyes before cupping Agatha’s face, making her look at her.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s probably just throwing a tantrum.” Agatha’s face was filled with irritation as she listened to Rio’s words.

“Tantrum? She’s never like this! I’ve never seen her this upset before, she’s avoiding me, she’s acting like a brat.”

“Relax, Agatha,” she kissed her cheek, “Just focus on me.” Her irritation slowly melted away as Rio kissed her cheek. She looked at her and took a deep breath, trying to push her worries about you to the back of her mind.

“You’re right,” she said, forcing a smile. She needed to keep Rio happy for now, just until they got to the end of the road.

Your eyes had wandered to the two women at some point and you regretted it immediately, seeing Rio kiss Agatha’s cheek. Rio looked in your direction while doing it with a smirk on her face. You wanted to lounge at her but for what? For Agatha? She didn’t want you anyway, you just had to come to peace with that.

Rio caught your eye and noticed the hurt and jealousy in your expression. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She knew she was getting to you, and that only made her more determined to keep Agatha away from you.

You all eventually found the next trial inside another house. You all split up into pairs to find some sort of clue. Alice and Teen, Jen and Lilia and of course, Agatha and Rio. Lilia offered to go with you but you declined and said you could take care of yourself if something happened.

She had looked at you with concern but respected your decision. She nodded and went off with Jen to search the house. You were left alone, walking through the house and looking for clues. You could hear the others calling out to each other as they searched different rooms. Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching you and you already knew who it was.

“Agatha, shouldn’t you be with Rio?” She appeared from behind you, her expression serious.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“You seemed busy with Rio, that’s all.”

“You saw that…” she said, realizing what you were referring to.

“Yeah. You know, I thought you said you couldn’t pursue the type of relationship I wanted from you. Now I know you simply wouldn’t do it, with me at least. Why don’t you go back to your precious green witch. I’m sure she’s already missing you.” Agatha’s expression softened and she looked hurt by your words.

“It’s not like that…”

“Please,” you laughed, shaking your head, “Save it. I literally saw you two about to kiss.”

“You don’t understand…” she stepped closer.

“Agatha, what is there to understand? You lied to me. You said your heart was jaded and then I find out you have an ex lover who you seem to still be in love with.”

“Don’t act like you know everything. You don’t understand the situation between Rio and me.” Her eyes flashed with irritation.

“Then lay it out for me Harkness!” She clenched her jaw, her hands balling into fists. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“Rio and I…we have a complicated history. We were together a long time ago, and it didn’t end well. We had a falling out and we haven’t spoken in years. Seeing her again has brought up a lot of old feelings and emotions that I didn’t know how to deal with.”

“…do you love her?”

“No, of course not-” she said without hesitation.

“Then what’s the deal? Does she know that? Because she seems to know the effect you two have on me.”

“My sweet Y/n,” she cupped your face, “I just need her and the rest of the witches to get me to the end and then you and I can be together-”

“It’s not that simple Agatha,” you shoved her off, finally letting the tears fall, “I don’t even know if I can trust you. And what of her, huh? You’re just gonna leave her hanging? How do I know you won’t do the same with me? How do I know you’re not just using me?!”

“I’m not using you! I care about you, Y/n. You have to believe me.” She reached out to touch you but stopped herself.

“How can I?! You have a reputation, Agatha!” Her face fell, hurt by your words.

“You don’t trust me because of my reputation? I thought you knew me better than that…”

“So did I...” your voice broke at the end. She was speechless. She knew you were right. She had hurt you, and now you didn’t trust her. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks.*

“I…I don’t know what to say…”

“Then don’t say anything,” you tried to walk past her but she quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking away.

“Please, don’t go. We need to talk about this.”

“What is there to talk about? You’ve made your choice and it clearly isn’t me.”

“That’s not true! I do care about you. I just…I don’t know what to do. Seeing Rio again has brought up all these memories and feelings that I thought I buried a long time ago. I don’t know how to handle it all.”

“Then come back once you’ve figured it out,” you roughly freed yourself from her grip and walked away to find Lilia and Jen. You didn’t want to walk away. You wanted to cling to her but you couldn’t get yourself into a situation where you would eventually get hurt…again.

Agatha watched you walk away, her heart breaking. She wanted to call out to you, to beg you to stay, but she knew she had messed up. She felt a mix of guilt and regret, knowing that she had hurt you deeply. She sank to the ground, her head in her hands. She replayed the argument over and over in her head, regretting every word she said. She wanted to make things right with you, but she knew it wouldn’t be easy. As much as she cared about you, she couldn’t deny the history she had with Rio. She was at a crossroads, torn between two people who both meant something to her.

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[draco-glacialis]

General Head canons for Agatha All Along

• Agatha and Rio have a mansion hidden in a forest somewhere. They lived there and raised Nicky there. It’s heavily warded and has gargoyles guarding it. It’s bigger inside then outside due to magic means. Biggest room is the multi-storey library. Has a room dedicated to various magic crafts. (Eg a potions room, ritual room etc).

• Lilia and Agatha can cook really well. Alice is decent enough at cooking. Jen can cook the basics but expects it to be like potions too much. Keep Billy and Rio out of the kitchen. Especially if you don’t want it to burn down.

• Jen and Lilia are best at taking care of themselves. (Heathy sleep schedule; eats 3 meals a day etc). Alice is decent at it but has some off days. Billy is your typical teenager. Agatha can and will go days without sleeping or eating. This is partially due to being on the move for over 3 centuries and never having a stable home. Rio is Rio. She’ll only really eat Agatha’s cooking (she doesn’t have to eat; Agatha is more likely to eat this way) (she also doesn’t have to sleep; Agatha sleeps better when with Rio).

• Agatha drives a 1970 Dodge Charger (purple and black)

• Alice has a Ducati Monster.

• Rio knows all the languages due to being Death. Lilia, Alice and Agatha are multilingual.

• Lilia is like a grandmother figure to the coven. You pick a fight with Lilia you pick a fight with all of them.

• Post Road the coven try to reign in Agatha’s more homicidal tendencies. She begrudgingly becomes more chaotic neutral rather than chaotic evil. (She still kills it’s just not first course of action).

• Agatha makes a suspicious amount of cannibalism jokes. No one can tell if she’s actually joking or not. (Not even Rio).

• Lilia is the one to notice that Agatha doesn’t take care of herself. She’s the one to encourage Agatha to eat at least one meal a day.

• Post Road Jen makes her business more legitimate (no more law suits etc).

• Alice decides to bug Agatha into teaching her magic and witchcraft. She grew up hearing stories of Agatha (both good and bad; Agatha is shorter then she imagined)

• Part of the reason Jen hates Agatha so much is due to the rumours of Agatha trading her son for the Darkhold. Jen was a midwife and has a soft spot for children especially new borns.

• Agatha is actually a very creative and artistic person. In a quiet moment if she’s not learning she’s drawing/painting/doing photography. She has multiple bookcases to photo albums she has filled with pictures she’s taken. She also has paintings around the house; all works she’s done from her memories.

• A downside of Agatha being a creative person is that it 100% influences her darker side. She can get very creative when it comes to murder/causes malevolent chaos. This is made worse after she lose Nicky and Rio and later herself in grief and anger/fury.

• She also has photos from Westview. When Billy starts to remember the Hex she shows him the pictures she took. Later when he reunites with the rest of the Maximoffs she gives the album to them as a gift.

• Alice and Agatha have multiple piercings.

• They both also have tattoos. Agatha has various runes.

[novamirmirsblog]

4 +1

Pairing: Lenny x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Modern!au

Request: Nope!

Word count: 1914

Warnings: none

Summary: The 4 times Lenny says 'I love you but...' as a joke and the one time she means it.

A/N: Sup my people. I hath returned. This fic took me like a few hours so apologies if it's not up to my usual standard. I'm currently on an Aubrey binge so possibly expect some rio x Agatha one shots too. But Lenny, my beloved, you deserved some happiness. Might do therapist!Lenny too cause that changed my brain chemistry - lemme know what you think!

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“Dude I love ya but you gotta let me know when you have the last of the chocolate spread” Lenny huffs, a smile playing on her face as she leans her forearms on the kitchen counter. 

You rolled your eyes and walked over to where Lenny was, reaching across the counter, you grab the jar. Your fingers brush together for a moment before you move away, jar now in your hands. You dip a finger inside, collecting what little there is of the chocolate spread and lick your finger. 

“Mmm” You let out a contented hum “Seems like there’s more than enough spread here.” 

You smile cheekily and twirl away from Lenny as she launches herself across the counter in an attempt to grab you. Eventually she manages to grasp your wrist and pulls you into her, grabbing the now empty jar.

“You’re a menace” Lenny’s smile is infectious as she berates you.

“But you said you love me.” You pout. 

2

You groan as pain shoots up your spine, the force leaving you breathless. You close your eyes and let darkness slip over you. Then, you feel something poke your cheek. You open a single eye, letting the sunlight briefly blind you before a shadow blocks it out. Lenny’s head pops into view, her hair falling like dappled shade. It took you a moment to realise she was laughing at you. You were too entranced by her smile; something that seemed brighter than the sun. Then again, you weren't sure you could trust your judgement as it could be the concussion talking. 

“Come on kid, up you get.” Lenny’s laughter finally dies down enough to help you up from the grass. 

“This isn't funny” You grumble “it really hurt” 

“Aww baby did it hurt?” Lenny teases, giving you what you assume are her best puppy-dog eyes. 

Your eyes narrow “Yes” you bite out as you rub your tailbone. Truthfully, the only thing that really hurt was your pride. 

Lenny’s index finger drums on her lips “If only someone had tried to warn you.” 

“Ugh shut up” You smile and shove Lenny’s shoulder. In doing so, Lenny’s laughter starts back up again, this time it’s a definite cackle. 

Eventually the laughter dies down and Lenny reaches over to pluck a stray grass blade that got tangled in your hair. “I love ya but you have to stop thinking you can do things with no prior training.”

“But it looks so easy!” you had seen a video of someone doing it on tiktok and knew it couldn't be that hard.

“Like ice skating?” Lenny’s smile looked innocent but you knew it was anything but. 

“You promised you wouldn’t mention that.”

The ice skating incident had happened a year ago. You had never been ice skating before and the girl Lenny was supposed to take she had broken up with so you went along instead. Lenny had continuously asked if it was okay but you had seen how much she wanted to go skating. Who were you to stomp on her dreams? So the two of you had gone and you had nearly spent the full hour clinging to the wall. Lenny had offered to help guide you but that had gone just as badly as your attempted backflip. Long story short, the two of you had landed in a heap on the ice and there had definitely been some blood. 

Lenny’s laughter cut through the memory “Come on my gymnast, let's grab lunch.”

3

It had been your idea to play monopoly. It was a slow day for the both of you and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Thing is, you hadn’t played it since you were 17 and couldn’t remember why. 3 hours in Lenny had figured it out.

“I think I know why you haven't played monopoly for years.” 

“Huh? Why?” You say, your brow relaxing from the tightened expression that was etched onto your face.

“How close are you to bankruptcy?” Lenny’s smile grew on her face.

You let out a harsh bark of laughter “Nowhere near it thanks.” 

Lenny made a noncommittal sound and rolled the dice. You bit the inside of your cheek as you realised you were very close to bankruptcy. Monopoly brought out a side to you that wasn't all that pretty and you were beginning to remember why the game had been banned in your house. Distinct flashbacks of arguing with siblings and exes over cheating allegations were slowly trickling back. Unfortunately you were in too deep now. If this realisation had come to you maybe an hour and a half ago, you probably could have calmly backed out but alas, now you needed to win. 

Two more hours passed and Lenny was solidly winning. You had cheated your way to this point but there were no more 10s or 20s for you to steal from the bank and the likelihood of getting caught rose when taking larger sums of money. 

You let out a loud huff. “Fine! You win. This is a stupid game anyway.” 

“I love you” Lenny said laughing as the two of you began to tidy the game away. There was a pause before she continued “But you’re such a sore loser.” 

You watched as she put the money into the correct piles. You and Lenny said ‘I love you’ all the time - you when you wanted something and Lenny when she was giving friendly criticism. Something about this time seemed different. 

4 

Lenny was ill. She didn’t get ill often but when she did, she was very ill. She’d been coughing for days and you were very weary of getting ill too. You had quarantined her in her room and hadn’t felt guilty about it till the splutters had turned into full blown coughing fits. The shop bought soup you had got clearly wasn't working so you called out to her that you were going shopping and to text if she needed anything. 

You returned half an hour later with all the things you needed. You boiled the chicken carcass from the roast you made a few days ago and put in onions, garlic and carrots. You then seasoned well and left it to gently simmer for a while. You squeezed some oranges into a glass and knocked on Lenny’s bedroom door. 

You were invited in between hacking coughs and saw Lenny lying on her bed like death itself. You adjusted your mask a little and began to pass her the glass of orange juice. 

“Do you need help sitting up?” 

Lenny just groaned in response. You nestled the glass between tissues on the bedside table and gently moved Lenny into a sitting position. Lenny picked up the glass and sighed contentedly as she drank it. 

“There’s chicken soup on the way so just hang in there for a bit.” You said as you began to clean up the tissues, glad you had put rubber gloves on. 

“You don’t have to” Lenny said weakly, her voice hoarse from coughing. 

“Don’t be dumb.” Was all you said before leaving the room to check on the soup.

The soup finally looked and smelt done so you spooned some into a bowl and brought it into the room. You sat down on the bed next to Lenny and watched silently as she ate. You could see her struggling to stay awake as she got closer and closer to the bottom of the bowl. 

“Go to sleep babe. You'll feel better.”  

Watching tv killed a lot more time than you thought it would. The sun had dipped a few hours ago and you hadn't been bothered to turn on the lights so you hadn’t noticed Lenny creep out of her room to come and sit with you on the sofa. The sofa dipped and you startled slightly, looking over at Lenny in the soft glow of the TV, she looked marginally better. The thick blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders nearly engulfed her but it was strangely charming. 

“How are you feeling?” 

All Lenny could manage was a gentle whine until you opened your arms up and let her snuggle in. You adjusted yourself slightly so you were leaning back more as she tucked her head under your chin and wrapped her arms around your waist. The warm weight of her soothed you as you slipped your hands under the blanket to draw patterns on her back. 

“Love ya but you looked dumb in that mask.” Lenny mumbled out, her tongue heavy in her mouth and voice thick with cold.

Your chest rumbled with gentle laughter “And I love you but if you give me that cold I’ll never forgive you.”

The gentle sound of the tv seemed to lull Lenny back to sleep before she could answer. You continued tracing patterns up and down her back, neck and scalp until you too drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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You’d like to say it came out of the blue. That you weren’t expecting it. That no one could have seen it coming. But that would be a lie.

When Lenny had first started saying ‘i love ya but…’ the ‘love ya’ had been rushed, hurried, something to placate so she could deliver constructive criticism. Even the lack of the full word ‘you’ had signaled its casualness. You weren’t quite sure when the sentiment had changed but it had. 

Lenny had been eeking the ‘i love ya’ out longer and longer, almost as if she was seeing how it tasted on her tongue. She clearly decided she liked the taste of it as she had begun saying ‘you’ rather than the typical ‘ya’. 

Unfortunately for everyone involved, you were pretty thick headed when it came to crushes. 

When you were twelve a girl you met at summer camp had sat down next to you on the bridge over a little stream and kissed you on your cheek. You had remembered the way her lips burnt on your skin for years afterwards and only when you were telling Lenny about the experience did you realise it was because she probably had a crush on you. 

That wasn’t the first time something like that had happened either. On the day before your ninth birthday your next door neighbour said he had a special present for you. He hadn’t liked you playing with your best friend more than him so he gave you a badge that said ‘Ethan is my Bestest friend’ and had asked to kiss you. You, being nine, and a very accomplished ‘girls kiss boys’ player had immediately ran away, waiting for him to chase you. You never understood why he had looked so sad. 

Back to the present, Lenny was looking at you very much how the girl from summer camp had looked at you. You were talking about nothing in particular as you cooked as Lenny sat on the kitchen counter. 

“I love you.” 

You looked up in surprise. “But…?” You said, following the usual conversation pattern. 

“No buts kid. Not this time.” Lenny said, her expression more serious than you had ever seen it. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion as your eyes trailed over Lenny. Her eyes held no glimmer of humor, her jaw was clenching and unclenching slightly - something Lenny only did when nervous. You held eye contact for a beat longer before breaking out into a smile. 

“You know what Lenny Busker? Me too.”

[cassiebones]

What headcanons would you have for Alice or Jen in Agatha All Along? :)

Alice was a mama's girl despite their difficult relationship. Her mother was much better at showing her love for Alice than Evanora was at showing hers (if there ever was any love for Agatha) but she focused so much on breaking a curse that Alice was certain was never actually real. Alice still craved her attention, always proud to show her something she made or playing her a new song that she learned.

Alice is not a morning person. She was the one who signed up for graveyard shifts as a cop. She thrived on late nights, the moon giving her more energy. She was always happy to take somebody's late night shifts for them. She sometimes had to work mornings, which made her long for the sweet release of Death.

Despite her moody, edgy style, she needs a crap ton of sugar in her coffee. She cannot drink it black like her co-workers always did. They teased her for this, but she was fine with her Cinnamon Dolce lattes, thank you very much.

That tattoo was not her mother's idea, originally. Alice saw her mother stressing out over the curse and looked up ways that she could protect herself in a more permanent way than wearing a necklace she may lose or something else like that. So she looked up the symbol and showed her mother, who didn't even hesitate to book her with a friend. Lorna held her hand the entire time, and Alice forced herself not to cry from the pain, trying to be brave for her mother.

Alice visited her mother's grave (which wasn't a real grave bc she didn't have enough of her mother to bury) on every major holiday, leaving flowers and crystals (because her mother believed in their power) and talking to her about how her life is going.

She had a cat, named Cheeto, who was the most orange cat you ever met. She loved him, though. She found him while working, when he was still a kitten. She fell in love with him immediately and brought him home with her after her shift ended. She told Jen about him before she died. Jen goes to her apartment after getting off The Road, and takes Cheeto home with her, honoring Alice in the only way she can.

Jen is almost the opposite of Alice.

She is a morning person. She likes to wake with the sun and do yoga and all that healthy shit. She has a brand to uphold, after all.

She does GRWM videos all the time, showing people what she puts in her organic smoothies (cutting out the part where she puts in protein powder that nobody can know she uses) and egg-white omelettes. She's a vegetarian onscreen only.

Again, it's her brand. Her last name is literally a vegetable (she makes cannibalism jokes when she adds kale to her smoothies).

She's always been openly bisexual and has several pieces of art that reflect that in her home. She laments about her dating life a lot online and has gotten several offers from her fans to be taken on dates. She almost always declines, but she's touched obviously by the interest.

She and Agatha had a situationship. Jen started to catch feelings, but Agatha was closed off emotionally because she was still hung up on Rio and the pain she'd caused. When Jen tried to get closer, Agatha pushed her away and was not nice about it. She figured it'd be easier if Jen hated her. Jen was definitely bitter, which is why she believed every bad thing that anybody had to say about Agatha, including that she traded away her own son for the Darkhold.

She bound herself, I think. I think Agatha was lying about having bound her in the 1920's. Not that I don't think she would have done that for money (she'd probably do it for shits and giggles tbh) but I don't think Agatha actually did it to Jen. I think Jen was so traumatized by the men who tried to bind her that she actually end up binding herself. She just convinced herself that it was them that bound her because it was the easier solution.

Jen genuinely loves hiking. It's the best way to unplug and just be herself for a little bit. She'll go to the nearest mountain and just walk for miles until she gets tired. She loves watching sunsets on these hikes. She also secretly loves camping because it reminds her of the years she had to spend living off the land as a younger witch.

She also really loves spas. She has a standing bi-weekly appointment at her local spa. She's a complicated person.

If Alice had lived, there's no doubt in my mind that she and Jen would have become a thing. Opposites attract and all that. They both have trauma, even if it's different kinds of trauma. I think they'd make a good pair.

Agatha would tease them and claim to be the reason they got together. She wouldn't exactly be wrong.

[nyx-aira]

I know many people here love the idea of Agatha and Rio having had a nice and loving relationship, well as nice and loving as it can be with Death and The Witch Killer as a couple, but I am much more intrigued in Rio being feral and not having and understanding human emotions

Hear me out:

(more under the cut because it gets long)

I love good fluffy agathario like the next person but what I really love is the idea of Rio trying to mimic human emotions and behaviour because she can't understand it

Rio is Death (with a capital D), she is a primordial being, a personified concept, a godlike entity. Rio doesn't feel emotions. She only feels the need to consume (yes I could make another post on how that mirrors Agatha's magical syphoning ability but it would probably be longee than this lol).

But over time she has learned to mimic things. Of course she has. She has had eternity to watch and learn because time doesn't matter to her, hey that's probably how she came up with the name Rio Vidal. She overheard people making jokes and in her own twisted way of wanting to be part of something as well, named herself "River of Life".

And that's where Agatha comes into play. Because Rio is obsessed with Agatha. She's different, which makes her interesting to Rio, so she observes. Kinda like a little kid catching a butterfly in a jar and observing it. Rio is fascinated. Wants to get closer to Agatha, learn more, keep her to herself. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she came up with the name shortly after she met Agatha, just to see her reaction, to poke at her experiment, her obsession.

Rio is enamoured with Agatha, fascinated, and when Agatha returns that fascination, gives her attention, Rio is sold. She wants this one to herself, no matter which way. And the more time she spends with Agatha she tries to understand her. Now we have to remember, Rio doesn't get emotions. She can observe them and draw her conclusions (Rio did something, Agatha acted out, cried maybe, that's not a good thing so she files that information away) Rio can make sense of emotions on a surface level, she observes and she draws conclusions but she can't feel those things herself.

And in the way she is capable of, in the lack of her emotions, she does "love" Agatha. In her own way. She can't feel love but she can feel possession, wanting something to herself. So in her way she loves Agatha. Protects her from her mother, comforts her when she realises that she needs someone. And Rio has become quite good at it with all the time they have spent together. She knows Agatha, in and out, all her secrets, all her thoughts she doesn't want anyone to know. Not because she emphasises, she's incapable of that, but because she's been observing for so long and is able to draw logical conclusions.

And that makes such an interesting foundation of their relationship. Agatha, cast out by her peers and mother, finds solace in the only being that doesn't reject her for who she is. Death. And Death becomes enamoured with her, obsessed even, it's a twisted obsession. But it works in a way, because Death only wants more death and Agatha can give that to her, so they work out. Rio is on top of her game when Agatha is acting as her murderous self because that she can relate to the most. But when she isn't, when she's having "feelings", then Rio has to put on her detective hat and start figuring things out. And that makes it so interesting. Because if she interprets wrong and Agatha becomes cross with her, she might not want to spend time with Rio anymore, but Rio doesn't want to loose her favourite toy. So she has to figure things out she is incapable of understanding.

And yes, I wrote all this just because I love the idea of socially inept Rio just trying to figure out emotions, which do not make the slightest bit of sense to her. Because feral and unhinged Rio is my favourite and I just want to see Rio being put in situations that require human emotions and she turns into the shocked pikachu meme because she doesn't have a clue on how to act

[isagrimorie]

trick or treat! Happy Halloween!

for the writing ask game

Belated Happy Halloween!

For this I'm going with a new fic idea.

It's a Big Damn Epic idea I do not have the spoons to do but, maybe someday.

My idea is inspired by something I read from the Marvel Comics wiki about Lady Death and the Death of Death arc or something similar where Death is in danger.

I don't know how to go about it but the encompassing idea is that someone, or an intergalactic group/cult wants to end Death ala the group from 12 Monkeys. The Monkeys wants to end time so no one will die.

It's the same idea, they think the source of all their grief is Death, and learn the Concept of Death is a literal walking and talking entity. They are a group that's existed for centuries across the stars.

Leaping off from Gorr's god-killing spree, the group gods can die, they go for the Gods of Death. They have killed some Death Gods but death and dying still exist.

Until they hit on the existence of the Cosmic Beings and the second oldest entity in the universe: Lady Death.

Somehow word gets around that the Lady Death loved a Human, and the intergalactic cult descended on Earth searching for the Human Death Loved.

A Diviniation Witch gets hold of this news, it is not a future but a near future warning, passed from one seer to another, a resistance against the Life Cult--and this reaches Ghost Agatha.

Agatha hears the news and just cackles. "What're they going to do, I'm dead. Also, please, nothing will kill Rio, she's Death."

Agatha is acting blasé about this and Billy is puzzled why she's being cavalier. She gets roped in to help save Death.

"I'm telling you guys, she doesn't need help!"

Billy refuses to hear this and tries to find a way to 'save Death'.

Agatha: "That's not even a cool band name!"

Agatha gets emotionally invested in the middle of it, and she can't really let Billy die. Because if Billy's spirit jumps bodies again, Rio will really appear and find a way to kill a ghost.

So, even though she thinks it's still a bad idea to get involve, Agatha helps.

"Also the group is also looking for me! They want me for LEV-ER-AGE!"

Billy: "What can they do to you? You're a ghost!"

TLDR, Agatha is right. They trap Agatha in a device that can entrap souls. Agatha is terrified for herself because the Cult leader claims that the device can destroy souls.

The group urges Agatha to call out to Death (they have an infinity stone ready to entrap Death). Agatha refuses. She's terrified and wise, and telling all kinds of jokes.

Billy and Kamala try to reach Agatha (yes, Billy recruited the Young Avengers for this. Kate: "I'm in my twenties! I'm not a teenager! Why am I a part of this group??").

When things are looking hopeless, suddenly a figure in black appears with a skull face and dark hair.

The device explodes, and Agatha is freed.

"Is that Death?" Kamala asked, awed.

Kate still has her arrow nocked. "Hey, I thought you said, Death was a lady?"

Billy: "She is."

Kate gestured towards the figure standing over Agatha. "Are you sure? 'Cause Death looks more like a dude."

"What?" Billy turns his head. Agatha was looking up at the figure before her, looking stunned.

"Hi," the boy, who looked almost like Kate's age said. It's not that his face was a skull, there was still some flesh but it looked like his skull was superimposed over his face. "Mama."

"Nicky?!"

There's a moment of shock and a huge wave of emotion hits Agatha and she lunges forward. There was so much emotion in Agatha that she looked like she gained physical form.

"I missed you."

"Thank you for making an appearance, Death's Child."

And then, it's apparently all an elaborate trap for Nicky, to get to Lady Death.

Rio would do almost anything for Agatha, but Lady Death would break worlds for her son.

And before her eyes, Nicky is siphoned into a reforged infinity stone.

Agatha is fury but as a ghost, there is not a lot she can do. Rio finally appears, fury incarnate and demands they free Nicky but the group vanishes.

Leaving behind a voice message.

"We will make demands now, Lady Death. If you want to keep your son safe."

It turns out that in the act of trying to save Death, they triggered the very thing that could be Death's downfall.

(And many more things happen, that will end up with Rio and Agatha teaming up).

TBC!

[wickedwitchflungoutofspace]

My thoughts on: The Ballad of the Witches’ Road (plus deviations)

a highly professional analysis

my qualifications are having listened to the song 2535 times (no joke), and being a little bit of an insane American Literature student

We first encounter the ballad when Agnes/Agatha is humming it in the opening scene of the show. Taking into account that the ballad is not just part of the soundtrack - which could mostly be seen as introducing the theme of the show to the audience - but Agatha herself is humming the ballad and only then it is picked up on the soundtrack. This indicates that Agatha is subconsciously aware of the witches’ road even though she doesn’t actively remember who she really is. I think it might be a sign of the spell starting to lift/her starting to break free; either because Wanda is weakened so much during the events of Multiverse of Madness that she doesn’t have the power to sustain the spell, or, she is weakened to the point that she is calling out for Agatha’s help like Agatha prophesized/offered at the end of WandaVision.

Teen claims that he was the one to break her out of the spell but we don’t really see how he did anything to help her, so I don’t believe he did it. He might have had the intention, or he might’ve helped it along a little but even if he fully intended to, I don’t think he’s powerful enoug to orchestrate lifting a spell cast by the Scarlet Witch. The only person we see really helping Agatha free herself from the spell is Rio during the scene in the morgue and even before, trying to nudge her memory.

But I really think Wanda getting crushed kickstarted this since we see everything from Agatha’s perspective and her sensing what happened to Wanda is why I believe the corpse showed up. 

After the inspection of the crime scene we get The Ballad of The Witches’ Road (True Crime Version) with slightly changed lyrics, and from trailers for E4 we’ve also seen that the new version has changed lyrics once again.

Let’s look at the actual lyrics of the sacred chant version:

[Verse 1]

Seekest thou the road

-         We’re starting the story, before you can walk the road, you have to want to do so and you have to find it, so this is immediately saying ‘if this is what you want’ and then later moves into ‘you have to do this’ (“gather sisters fire, water, earth and air…”). It’s also the title of E1 and starts us off into the series. Furthermore, ‘to seek’ is not just ‘to look for’ but ‘to desire’ something, I don’t think the door would’ve opened if the whole coven hadn’t desperately wanted it to.

To all that's foul and fair

-        Creates uncertainty and suspension, ‘foul and fair’ could be anything, you imagine the worst but hope for the best à la ‘What will you get? When will you get what? Who gets what?’

Gather sisters fire

Water, earth and air

-        Fairly straightforward, we’ve seen that different types of witches are needed to open the door, however, I also think we will encounter all four of these elements further, as they are classic parts of historical witch trials and I think our little coven is going to be attacked from all angles. In E3 we’ve seen them literally go under water but in their hallucinations we’ve also seen Jen almost getting drowned, the house Lilia enters seems to be overgrown with plants → earth, Alice’s mom lights up her lighter and Sharon begs Wanda to let [I’m assuming] her husband breathe. So we have seen all four elements through these visions. I’m still trying to figure out what it meant that Agatha did not seem to have either of the elements in her vision in an obvious way. Maybe the reason is her using dark magic - represented by the darkhold.

Darkest hour, wake thy power

-        I initially thought this was referencing the door opening at midnight, but upon rewatching I realized that it opened at sundown, also coinciding with the Salem Seven arriving just like Rio had told Agatha that they would find her at sundown. So ‘darkest hour’ cannot literally mean the time they wake their powers and open the door, I also highly doubt that this is a reference to that Winston Churchill movie. My interpretation is that in this case it is directly referring to Agatha’s darkest hour since the Salem Seven are there to kill her and this is quite literally one of the darkest moments of her life. 

- Another interpretation could be that the writers are referencing the proverb ‘the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn’, not in a literal sense, but in the sense that it can only get better - though that is contradictory of what we know about the road. However, i could see the ‘darkest hour’ referring to the whole journey on the road at whose end the witches get to waken their powers? In the sense that they have to endure the darkest hour to reach a new dawn of their powers. 

Earthly and divine

-         witchcraft is both, it’s the combination of heaven and earth, magical beings (including witches) can be seen as beings between humans and god; kinda obvious, not a new concept, but I welcome the reminder, witches are better than normal humans (i love witches). I think this line could also be the reason why the witches insist on having a green witch with them to literally have earthly powers and divination powers at their disposal.

Burn and brew with coven true

-          We’ve seen the ‘brew’ part in E3, Sharon/Mrs Hart died, bc her hair wasn’t added to the potion and she wasn’t part of the circle, skipping this step ended the journey on the road for her

-          We know from Debra Jo, however, that Sharon is coming back but the potion worked without her so the coven is still a true coven even though she wasn’t part of it, makes the theory that she might unknowingly be a witch less plausible 

-          We’ve seen flashbacks to witch trials in the trailers, but what if burning/fire becomes part of the trials of the road in the present, do all of them have to go through a fire trial?

- Also Agathario are burning for each other, that’s just how it is

And glory shall be thine

-        In combination with all the lines before, I think this line indicates, that if they truly work together as a coven and pass the trials they will succeed; the road won’t tolerate deviation, e.g. in E3 the wine keeps refilling for Agatha, no exceptions for our tamper throwing, 350-year-old toddler

[Chous]

Down, down, down the road

Down the witches' road

Down, down, down the road

Down the witches' road

Down, down, down the road

Down the witches' road

-          Well obviously they’re going down to the road, literally, the stairs go underground; also maybe an indication that the trials will get more difficult with each one

Circle sewn with fate

Unlock thy hidden gate

-         The circle stands for the coven (which is also standing in a circle while singing) and the line probably refers to how all of them have something they need from the road to change their own fate but also signifies that because they are entering the road together, their fates are not separate from each others’ anymore (sewn together by the road)

-          Also title of episode 2 – the gate actually opens

-          ‘thy’ in my opinion refer to the coven, and indicates this coven specifically, which means that the gate (and the road) is different for each coven

[Verse 2]

Marching ever forward

-          Just don’t look back, the door sealed behind (over) you anyway; the doors during the first trial lock them inside the house, the water forces them further forward, back is just not an option

'Neath the wooded shrine

-          I have NO idea what this is supposed to allude to? Maybe that they’re walking through the woods, the road is a place of worship/a holy place for witchcraft, they’re closer to their source of power?

I stray not from the path

-          Oh we heard Agatha! Stay on the road, Sharon; they really should’ve taught her the song

I hold death's hand in mine

-          This could mean that simply because they are on the road, and in danger, Death is always near, but I think it could allude to Death personified walking among them, maybe Sharon comes back but it’s not really Sharon (is her name Sharon? I’ve said the name so often in my head it doesn’t feel real anymore), maybe Teen or Rio are Death? We’ve got a Mephisto mention now… something is up! Anyway, there is a lot of hand/arm grabbing in this show. (I would like to clarify here that I wrote these thoughts down before I got spoilered *insert crying emoji* so please don’t make fun of me)

-          Ooh another thought, since the road is underground, what if the road is part of the underworld/hell and they are all dead/have to die, maybe dying is a trial itself? I have lost my grasp on reality, haven't I?

Primal night, giveth sight

-          I’ not really sure what to do with this line, I think it could refer to Lilia’s visions during the first (primal) night, but I’m not sure how time is passing in the story; but then'primal' can also be used to describe something raw and uncontrolled in the sense of 'primal instincts' so maybe it could refer to the hallucinations as the poison releases their greatest fears and we get a little bit more of a look into these characters and their histories

Familiar by thy side

-          We haven’t seen Señor Scratchy on the road with them, Teen was holding him while the coven was singing the ballad but he dropped him before he went down to the basement, but I do think Señor Scratchy might be Agatha’s familiar. Maybe he can just appear where she is? Maybe we will see the familiars of the other witches? I don’t think it means that the witches are familiar with each other… because they just aren’t (anymore/yet), Agatha just threw this coven together and even though some of them know (of) each other, none of them are close

If one bе gone, we carry on

-          RIP Sharon (‘who is Sharon?’)

-          Another reminder not to stop and look back, you have to keep going, no matter what happens!

Spirit as our guide

-          Once again theorizing that Sharon somehow comes back, she would make a really sick ghost

-          might also be referring to their own spirit, whatever they have in themselves, in their being, will determine the road ahead of them and will guide them through what is to come; essentially a reminder to trust their instincts

[Chorus]

Down, down, down thе road

Down the witches' road (Down the witches' road)

Down, down, down the road (Down the witches' road)

Down the witches' road (Down the witches' road)

Down, down, down the road (Down the witches' road)

Down the witches' road (Down the witches' road)

Blood and tears and bone

-          Oh it’s going to get nasty, we already got blood when Agatha cut into Teen’s palm to complete the potion, we've seen tears a BUNCH, highly curious about the 'bone' part...

Maiden, Mother, Crone

-          The triple goddess on Agatha’s locket, but there has to be more to it, the symbol could mean a whole variety of things for the show, depending on how you interpret it. I know that in neo-paganism the triple goddess can symbolize the different phases of the moon (waxing, full, waning), in E3 Lilia points out the phases of the moon on the door and Teen specifies that its a full moon and thus in its water phase, so I think we will encounter the other phases of the moon as well

-          The triple goddess can also stand for the different aspects of life: birth, living and dying, aka the journey every living thing goes through

[Verse 3]

The road is wild and wicked

Winding through the wood

-          Yeah, we’ve seen it, don’t trust the road, maybe it’s just the musical theatre nerd in me, but I’m getting into the woods vibes?

-          Since Kathryn Hahn's name in the credits appears over a picture of the Wicked Witch I believe that this choice of word is very much on purpose to add to The Wizard of Oz references that we already have throughout the show; i will fully get to the Wicked Witch in a second

Where all that's wrong is right

-          Similar to ‘foul and fair’ but leaning more into the chaos. What seemed like the right decision turns out to be the wrong one and what seems wrong might be what is necessary and right to do; maybe also instincts that help you in the real world are to your disadvantage on the road but things that were a hinderance in real life might be of help now

And all that's bad is good 

-         (oops this turned into a character study)  Also similar to ‘foul and fair’ and ‘all that’s wrong is right’ but I think it could refer to Agatha and her character development. She is presented as the villain, everyone hates her, the rumours couldn’t be worse, but I think that her hate and evil is a façade and it will crumble and she will have to show the goodness she actually contains but is hiding because she doesn’t want anybody to see weakness, doesn’t want to get hurt again. Kathryn talked about how Agatha is confronted with having to feel something and for that the protective walls need to come down. I might be wrong, maybe she truly is evil but I just don’t want to believe that. We’ve seen spouts of compassion, mainly with Teen (which yes could be because she thinks he’s important and useful but I think for whatever reason she truly cares about him) but also with Lilia when Lilia is hallucinating. Agatha could’ve been cruel to Lilia in her vulnerable state but she nodded to her in understanding. Deep down she isn’t without empathy, she just chooses to hide it very well.

(On that note: I believe that there are hints hidden in the imagery of the credits, we’ve assumed that because Joe Locke’s name appears in front of a newspaper article about the death in eastview that his character has something to do with it… Kathryn's name is shown in front of the Wicked Witch of the West who has two famous stories. She is portrayed as the villain in The Wizard of Oz, but in Wicked we get to know her true story and how she’s been framed/became the Wicked Witch, but she accepts her reputation and moves on. Well, Agatha also has been deemed wicked and people are spreading rumours… what if just like the rumours about the Wicked Witch, none of them were true and she took the blame for someone else/never corrected anyone in her grief and even welcomed the rumours because they meant she would be left alone with her grief.)

Through many miles of tricks and trials

We'll wander high and low

-          Title of episode 3, they’re entering the trials/get through the first trial

-          Can be taken literally but I also think the ‘high and low’ part refers to the emotional rollercoaster of fear and relief they’re on

Tame your fears, a door appears

-           All of them know how dangereous the road is, so in order to even enter the road, or well for most of them to even show up at Agatha's house, they had to tame their fears in order to take action instead of being frozen and just passively leading their lives

The time has come to go

-           Self explanatory, in Agatha's case its literally now or never

[Chorus]

Down, down, down the road (Down, down, down, down)

Down the witches' road (Down the witches' road)

Down, down, down the road (Down the witches' road)

Down the witches' road (Down the witches' road)

Down, down, down the road (Down the witches' road)

Down the witches' road (Down the witches' road)

Follow me, my friend

-          We've already seen the coven growing a bit closer, to rely on each other and I think simply because the road and its treachereous nature demand it they will bond through all the crazy shit they have to go through

To glory at the end -          Please let this mean that there is a happy ending; however... glory doesn't necessarily mean happiness; I'm too tired to have a philosophical debate on this with myelf rn, so this is it friends <3

I CANNOT WAIT FOR EPISODE FOUR TONIGHT

(also pls don't judge my sleep deprived and feeling a little high brain, god this was a ride)

(I might add an analysis of the music once I have brain capacity again)

[cdyssey]

Agatha All Along (1.06) Reactions:

AW. Teen’s Bar Mitzvah…

According to the program, he’s William Kaplan…

WAIT THAT’S THE GUY FROM PRIVATE PRACTICE

THE TRANSITION TO HIM DANCING IS SO GOOD

LILIAAAAAA. Love that Teen is intersecting with her even before the coven officially begins

god I would die for Patti lupone. Have I said that yet

OOOH????)$&) SHE PUT THE SIGIL ON HIM

HEARING WANDA AND VISION’S VOICES ON THE RADIO ADDED TEN YEARS TO MY LIFE

FUCK. THIS CAR CRASH. THAT WAS VISCERAL

I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES BECAUSE OF HIS PARENTS’ GRIEF GODDAMN

BILLY INHABITING WILLIAM’S BODY DEAR FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDD

ALIIIIIICE.

OH. HE CAN READ MINDS

lol, the dog barking at Billy bit reminds me of the dog barking at Annie pretending to be Hallie in the parent trap

Something, something about Billy being trapped in a stranger’s body and agatha being trapped in her own mind—that a similarity between them is that they both know what it is to be displaced by circumstances beyond their control

Aww, Billy’s boyfriend. 🥹 This Disney+ show being so unapologetically queer is everything to me

The fact that Wanda inadvertently caused William Kaplan’s death, and in doing so, saved her son

JENNNNNNNNNNNN

“You can melt the probiotic candles.” I love a hot con artist <333

RALPH FUCKING BOHNER. BOHNNERRIFIC69.

“She stole my house, completely ruined the market value.” FJSKFJDN

Monica mention!!!!!

THE LORNA WU COVER!!!!! I’m still gagged over the reveal that it was a protection spell for her daughter. 🥹 Like, so much of this show is about a mother’s love

The implication that she’s caused so many famous disasters <333 AND THAT SHE’S THEE JOLENE

has someone edited flaming locks of auburn hair on kathryn hahn yet

agatha having whole ass wiki pages of all her cunty and evil exploits. slay

IS TEEN THE BLACK HEART

AGATHA HALLUCINATED WEARING A DYKEY FLANNEL AKAKQOWJDIWOWKAOW AND CARRYING BEERS

she really created an elaborate hallucination of herself where she was the butch lesbian ever <33

The chase scene showing Agatha being far more clumsy than she internally imagined lmao. Kathryn Hahn the actress that you ARE

MRS. HAAAAART

BOHNER FAMILY REUNION. WATER HOSE AS A GUN.

Kathryn Hahn acting all butchy with minimal makeup is my Roman Empire. Her manspreading wearing a boner joke shirt is everything 2 me

AGATHA JUST STRAIFHT UP KICKING HIM JAKSJDJS.

god I’m so gay

cursed agatha is such a rife place to explore. the way she was so locked in her own reality is fucking TERRIFYING. it was all so very real to her, and her behavior here contextualizes the delicacy that Rio showed her, the kindness that the citizens of Westview treated her with.

She was sick, and they took care of her.

her clicking the pen over and over againnnn

The fact that Agatha is talking to Billy about his mom and he doesn’t know it

Agatha’s pained shock when her reality starts falling apart is fucking brutal

“Come on, I do not wanna go back in the closet.” AKIQKWJDJDFIOWOW

BABY GIRL CRAWLING OUT OF THE MUDDDD like an evil witch coming out to devastate mankind

“It’s nice to see you again.” Agatha was there for Billy’s creation and raising. And there’s something utterly fitting about the role she’s taken on for him now, something of a distorted mother figure

ARE THERE TEARS IN AGATHA’S EYES

,JASKKDJSKSNS, agatha not being able to count how many people she’s killed

I love when agatha is a fucking shithead. This show wouldn’t work if she didn’t absolutely suck 90% of the time

“But don’t you dare feel guilty about your talent. You survived like witches have been doing for centuries. You saw an opportunity, an empty vessel, and you moved in. So you broke the rules. Big deal! That’s what kept you alive! That’s what makes you special! It’s what makes you a witch.” OH, THAT’S COMING STRAIGHT FROM AGATHA’S HEART. Because she’s clearly remembering her mother and how her powers were dismissed and discouraged from the very start. And so she’s telling Billy what she probably wanted to hear for herself when she was his age.

I love that Agatha just wants to mentor the Maximoffs haha

“How about Robo-Papa? Lord knows where he is or in how many pieces.” FOUL WOWODJIWJRJDJ.

“You’re after TOBY.” KQOQODJDJUFISOALWKFJSOAK

“Gosh, you really are a Maximoff. Otherwise, none of this would be nearly as dramatic.” JWJDIWOWDID

I would watch 300 more seasons of Kathryn Hahn chewing the scenery like no one’s business

MAKING A MUSTACHE WITH HER HAIR EIWOWJFNSJSJ

she is so fucked up. <33 I love her. I love this fucking show

[detectivedreameater]

There’s Still Work To Do|| Winston and Marley

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @danetobelieve and @detectivedreameater SUMMARY: Marley needs Winston’s help to foster a lead on Roy’s operation. Neither of them can stand by after Roland’s sacrifice. CONTENT: Death mention, mass poisoning mention

Keeping oneself occupied was always a good way to ignore emotions. Marley had read that in a psychology book in high school and had also read that it was a common coping technique. At the time, she’d rolled her eyes about it, but now, without even thinking anything of it, she found herself doing just that. Too much had happened recently and she needed to concentrate and focus on the more important things-- taking down Roy and killing Tommy. But while both of those were out of the question at the moment, she had turned her eye to something else. It was technically Agatha’s case, but everyone was sharing information gathered about the poisoning at Pat’s Place. There was a name in the file that Marley had recognized-- as well as a face. Two of the four men her and Felix had taken down were in this file. What they had to do with the poisoning, she wasn’t sure, but she knew someone who could help her figure it out. All she needed to do was track their cell signals and trace their routes that night. And so, she found herself headed to Winston’s desk, back in the corner “IT” room, knocking softly. “Hey,” she said, standing in the doorway, “I’ve got a thing I need your help with.” She lowered her voice a bit, glancing over her shoulder. “It’s a Roy thing,” she said in a lowered tone.

 Winston couldn’t sit still. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Whatever you wanted to call it. Didn’t matter. They had to keep busy, because when they let their mind stop churning and when they let everything stop whirring that was when all of the emotions threatened to come crashing in. So they worked longer and harder then they had before. Working through cold cases and their own projects. They avoided going home. Trying not to have to talk to Rio too much just in case he realised what the problem was. But they couldn’t get Roland’s face out of their head. They couldn’t get Roland’s last words out and they were re-reading them for the millionth time when Marley knocked on the doorway. “Of course, come in and shut the door.” Winston turned to their laptop and tapped a few buttons that set up a nice little buzz of interference incase they were bugged (Roy must be bugging everything right?) and then murmured a quick enchantment that would soundproof the room to some degree. They were still working on the code to get this to happen automatically but it wasn’t exactly something that you could just rush, unfortunately. “What do you need and I’ll make it happen?” Anything to get back at that bastard. Anything to make sure that Roland hadn’t died for no reason. 

 Marley stepped inside and could instantly feel the strain coming from Winston. They weren’t exactly good at hiding their emotions, at least not in the capacity of their body language. But she opted to ignore it, for now. If they wanted to talk, they would, and she was sure they’d never want to talk to someone like her about that stuff, anyway. She set the file down next to them and pointed at the two men she recognized. “I’ve seen these two around, and I know they work for Roy. I’m hoping tracing where their cells were the day of the attack can help give us a lead or something. Obviously I can’t just say this to Keen, so I need a way for this lead to crop up so we can follow it, too.” Hopefully this would keep them busy enough for the moment, help provide some distraction. She knew it was distracting her enough, and if she could get her hands around another man’s throat to crush in vengeance for Sarge, it would just be a treat on top of everything else. “Think you can help with that?”

 With something to do, something to keep them busy, Winston was suddenly a little less glum. It was a temporary thing, of that much they were very aware. But they knew that they would be able to at least look into this and see if they could help Marley get back at Roy, even if it was in the smallest of ways, but that was something right? It had to be something because they were done wasting time. Wasting time had let Roland get killed and Winston couldn’t live with that again. “Okay, if you’ve got their information then tracing them shouldn’t be hard, the GPS towers in White Crest ping really regularly and keeping up with everything is not a huge problem. I can come up with a way to let this lead crop up so you can follow it up without it seeming … strange or out of character. Nothing to give Detective Keen the proverbial.” Winston was glad for the distraction. They were glad for anything to keep them busy and in their own way this was Marley keeping them safe and busy. “I can definitely help with it, I can probably help with it right now. It shouldn’t take me too long.” Winston glanced up at Marley and shrugged, before setting to work, tapping away on their keyboard. 

 “Perfect,” Marley answered, looking down at them with as much of a confident glance as she could muster. It wasn’t much of one, with the bandages still on her face and the pain of moving it still present-- but she tried for one, anyway, because it seemed like the kid could really use a confidence boost. “What would we do here without you?” she teased, standing up and folding her arms. “Yeah, I’ve got their numbers. Here,” she pulled her own phone out, clicking through a few things before setting it down in front of them. The note tab opened on it was labeled “Bookshop- Felicity” and below it were three phone numbers, labeled “Amy”, “Karen” and “Cameron”. “The first two are our guys,” she pointed out.

 The confidence in Marley’s eyes helped a little bit. Winston had taken their co-workers for granted before. That was a mistake that they were determined to never make again. It wasn’t worth making that mistake again. You never know when you might lose them. There were so many good people that they got to work with. Marley. Jane. Agatha. Cece. Kaden. Regan. Each had their own specific gifts to give and Winston would never forget them. “I’m sure that they’d find someone else that was equally useful to overwork and underpay,” Winston couldn't’ help the jokes, it distracted people away from asking how they were doing. A question that they could only answer with ‘fine’ or ‘I’m doing okay’ or ‘you know it’s just how it goes’. Winston quickly typed the numbers into their computer and began running a track and trace program which got no results straight away. Unsurprising. “So normal and conventional means haven’t worked, but I can do some … magic to work it out. But you know, you’ve got to pretend that I didn’t do magic to do this because I can’t have Captain Maynard finding out about me or really the supernatural, that’s something I do not want to explain.” 

 Marley chuckled. She shook her head and reached out to pat Winston on the shoulder. “Oh, kiddo,” she said, leaning over to watch the screen a bit closer, “I’ve been lying about magic since before you were born.” She paused. “Probably.” Admittedly, she didn’t know Winston’s age, but it was still funny to say. She moved around to lean against the desk next to them, crossing her arms over her chest again. “Work your magic, then,” she instructed, eager to watch. Magic was one thing she didn’t know too much about, and she’d never really cared for it, either. Her expertise was other supernatural species’, but it never hurt to learn more. “Pun intended.”

 Rolling their eyes, Winston had to admit that there weren’t many people that they would allow to call them kiddo. Marley was perhaps one of two, maybe three outside of their family. But she had saved their life and that gave her the right to call them whatever she wanted. “I’m 24” And Marley couldn’t be older then like 30ish, so what had she been lying about magic since she was a child? Winston somehow doubted that but they weren’t about to say it. What was the point? Grumbling under their breath, Winston pulled the leather wrist brace -- that Miriam had made for them -- off of their hand and held it over the webcam on the computer. Closing their eyes for a second they began the familiar steps of reaching out with their minds eye and feeling the very fabric of the data that they were trying to access surge beneath their very will and they began to work through it, sifting through GPS locations data and dates before they finally found what they were looking for. It was more difficult to move the information into a file but not out of their reach. A month ago perhaps but they had nothing but time to focus and practice now and it wasn’t long before the printers in the corner of the room began to whir and the information printed as a physical copy as well as saving in three separate locations, their work hard drive and two separate backups. Sweat glistening on their forehead, Winston lowered their hand shakily. “The information’s being printed as we speak.”

 Marley leaned back and watched as Winston began to do their thing. All magic was different, and it was fascinating every time observing it. It hardly looked like anything was happening at all, but the printer jumped to life and started whirring and Marley went over to where it was and watched curiously. It was printing GPS locations. Heading back over, she grabbed her phone from in front of them and started typing in the coordinates as they were printed. It was in White Crest. She zoomed in. It was a house, in a neighborhood on Harris Island. Interesting. The satellite map she was able to pull up showed several different cars parked outside, and-- “Here,” she said, heading back over to Winston, “that’s a video camera.” She tapped her phone screen. “Think you can tap into that and let us have a look? I just need one little thing for a tip off to make it seem real. Anything.”

 Magic still drained Winston particularly technomancy. Each time they tapped into it. They were convinced that it was all brand new. Now they were really starting to get a grasp on it. As the GPS pinpointed a specific location. Winston took a long deep breath and wicked the sweat from their brow with the back of their spare hand before wheeling over to another bank of monitors without rising from their chair. Swallowing back exhaustion they grabbed their very cold coffee and swallowed it, grabbing a handful of candy from a half empty packet on their desk before nodding. “Absolutely, I can tap into that.” They set to work, locating the camera and trying to access it in conventional methods. They didn’t try very hard. They didn’t have time for this. Roy was getting away with literal murder, of a police sergeant and here Winston was trying to play fair. Enough was enough. “One sec,” they grunted as they once more raised their palm and the eye on their hand blinked several times before rolling back in on itself and Winston was gazing through a traffic camera. Reaching out with their will, they forced it to turn on a screw that wasn’t built to turn and view the house. It didn’t take long before Winston was able to see various members of what they assumed was Roy’s operation. “I’ve got, three, maybe four targets loading stuff. This camera doesn’t usually have a view point so I assume they think it’s a blind spot. I can get it to take photos and print those photos off to give you more proof, is that going to be enough to go in?” Winston asked, already pretty sure that they knew the answer. They set to work, snapping grainy photos via the CCTV and sending it to the various backups and printing hard copies off for Marley to show Agatha. They could feel their energy gently sapping away as they worked. But it was worth it. Anything for Roland. 

 Whatever mojo they were working, it was doing its job real well. Marley watched the thing in their palm for a moment, curious about where they’d gotten an eyeball in their hand, reminded of the strange cultists they’d run into that had those exact same things. She didn’t care to press right now, not when everything was already tense. She nodded. “That’s absolutely perfect,” she said, already knowing they were doing just that. The printer whirred to life again and she went over to it, plucking them off one by one as they came out. “You’re a fucking godsend, Winston,” she said, turning to look back at them. She didn’t know how to make people feel better, that wasn’t her forte-- hell, she was pretty sure she hadn’t even helped Anita feel better about any of this-- but it was worth a try, right? “And as far as we’re concerned,” she said, coming back over to  them, “you’re irreplaceable around here.” It was quiet for a moment before she tacked on-- “If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll make your life a living nightmare.”

 Drained was an understatement. Winston really needed to spend more time practicing magic. They knew that the likes of Nell, Bea and Luce had been practicing it for a lifetime and that meant that their proverbial magical muscles were always going to be more attuned to this sort of thing then Winston’s and they were all so much stronger in magic then Winston. At least in terms of stamina. “Uh…” had Marley just told Winston that they were irreplaceable? That was unexpected and Winston wasn’t really sure how they were meant to react. “Honestly, I just it because they took Roland and I know I’m acting like I’m fine but I’m not but I won’t tell anyone that you said anything because I would hate to break your tough guy facade but that actually meant so much more to me then you could ever imagine.” Winston took a moment to swallow before the words kept tumbling out of their mouth. “Roland was one of the few people in this station who really seemed to think that I had any potential and I feel like people just don’t get it sometimes but hearing you say that is so....” Winston’s jaw snapped shut for a second and they swallowed three times before continuing. “It means a lot.” Their eyes glistened as they attempted to blink back tears. Now wasn’t the time to cry but even still. “I won’t tell anyone though, please go and ruin Roy’s day before I break down into tears and embarrass us both.” 

 Marley saw the tears and felt suddenly as if she’d done something very wrong. She didn’t know what to do, but then the kid was rambling about Roland and their feelings and how no one believed in them here. Okay, she was going to have to knock a few skulls around here. Discreetly, of course. She didn’t need people thinking she actually cared about Winston or anything, they were just useful and keeping them around was a benefit to everyone. Still… “It’s-- hard. You’re allowed to feel upset by what happened, ki-- Winston.” She glanced around, unfurling her arms a bit. “Just-- take it easy, okay? If you need time off, to yourself-- take it. We’re all grieving, in our own ways.” She paused, the words catching thickly in her throat. Drawing herself in. “Roland wouldn’t have wanted you to work yourself to death over him. Just-- remember that.” She didn’t know what to do next, so she just shuffled the papers she’d collected and headed to the door, pausing a moment. “And if anyone ever says that rude shit to you again, let me know,” she looked away, “I’ll take care of it.” And then she closed the door. She still had work to do.