#patti lupone characters

[arclic-stuff]

The Dark After Sunset ~ Chapter 2

Pairing: Norma Desmond x fem!reader

Synopsis: Hired by Mr DeMille, you move into the house on Sunset Boulevard to care for its infamous resident. After her butler murdered writer Joe Gillis, Norma Desmond became even more of a recluse, refusing to venture outside her comforting delusions. Can you handle the workload and Norma's moods while unsavoury rumours infiltrate your mind, becoming more believable as time passes?

Word Count: 1.6K

Blog dividers by @strangergraphics and @enchanthings

Tag list: @multixfan @womankissersworld

Warnings: angst, mentions of mental health issues and alcohol (idk how to label these)

Authors Note: Once again, thank you to @renyfisher for beta reading. This chapter is kinda filler, but I like it, enjoy!!

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Once back inside, you get to work surveying the house and it's contents. Pulling the long curtains back to let the sunlight in emphaises the state of things. As the fabric settles, dust particles float through the air, falling to rest on surfaces around the room. Apart from significant dust, the living room area is actually quite tidy. Cushions and throw blankets appear fixed in place, drink coasters in ordered stacks on the coffee table, as if the room is a display not being lived in. You make a mental note to dust the space later as you head for the kitchen.

The kitchen is a stark contrast to the room through the wall. The sink is filled with dishes, varying in how long they've been there judging by smell. Despite the kitchen's size, the cupboards and refridgerator shelves are barron. DeMille mentioned Norma hasn't ever been a big eater but it's gotten worse after Max left. Most of her meals were either brought in via a delivery service or covered by DeMille when visiting. That's clear from the piles of half eaten dishes and handfuls of snacks in the cupboard right of the sink. You find paper and a pen from your bag and start making a shopping list that feels neverending.

One item Norma's not lacking is alcohol. Under the sink, where you'd expect to find cleaning supplies, theres a collection of wine, champayne and spirits. You hesitiate to pour them down the sink but decide not to, if she's drinking daily, she'll need to gradually come off it.

You get ready to go shopping and stand at the bottom of the stairs. Against your gut feeling, you start to climb the steps. To you, the upstairs of the property is Norma's safety zone, where she can retreat and hve full privacy. That being said, you canlt bring youself yo leave her alone without checking in.

You cross the landing until you're standing infront of the one closed door and you knock. When you get no response you knock again clearing your throat, "Miss Desmond? It's (Y/N) from earlier. Can I come in?" You wait for a response, when you don't hear anything you try again, this time twisting the doorhandle, "I'm going to come in Miss Desmond, is that OK?"

You open the door and peck around the door, eyes taking a minute to adjust to the change in light. You eyes make out a boat shaped bed in the centre of the room and the small figure lying on top of it's duvet. With her back to you, Norma is lying curled in on herself, chest rising with each breath. You step forward thinking she's asleep but when the floorboard creaks, she lifts her head slightly looking over her shoudler. Still she says nothing.

"I'm going to do some shopping, is there anything you would like me to get while I'm out?" Norma just lies back down, curling in on herself more than before. Taking the hint you leave shutting the door and heading for your car.

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It was dark by the time you got back. The shopping itself wasn't that time consuming, it was travelling to, from and between that kept you. You pull into the driveway seeing a couple of lights are switched on, feeling optomisitic. You continue feeling optomisic until you try to open the front door. At first the key unlocks it but when you push the door, it's stuck, as if something is blocking it from opening.

Thats when you notice the faint jazz music playing from inside. As you rung the doorbell, the music volume increases when an upstairs window opens revealing a more energized Norma Desmond looking down at you, drink in hand. She has a different arua now, an expression of amusment and light iintoxication, she chuckles as she reaches for something and throws out your open suitcase, it and your belongings landing just next to you.

"I don't require your services child, I can look after myself!" On the last word she points with her hand, but misjudges the move and spills her drink fromm her glass, it handing on your head, which she found hilarous before wandering back inside.

Frustration takes over as you try pushing the door open again, pushing your whole body wegith against it, bit it won't budge. Out of spite you look around for other options, noticing the ivy fixture next to the door. The iron structure is realisvely steady and leds up to the open window. Wiping your forehead, you start climbing.

The climb is hard, reminants of her drink make some parts of the structure slippy, your foot slides occassionally making you scramble to get to the window. When you reach the window it occurs to you how high you are, if Norma wanted too she could shove you backwards. You look over the window ledge into the house with caution and once it's safe, hoist yourself up and into the house with a thud.

Catching your breath, you lie for a second facing the ceiling listening to the woman pad about downstairs probably getting another drink. You hear her mumbling to herself and laughing occassionally as she spills wine on the kitchen floor. You cringe thinking about the mess she;s making, then you think about the tantrum she'll throw once she sees you're inside her house. You tried going along with DeMille's instructions of pandering and keeping the peace but you plan on doing something nobody has done for Norma for a long time; tell the truth.

Standing up, you smooth out your hair and march down the stairs. Before entering the kitchen you clear your throat loudly to alert her of your presence, she jumps nearly dropping the bottle of wine in her hand. She frowns and gets ready to shout when you beat her too it.

"Right Miss Desmond, wheither you like it or not, I'm staying." Norma tries to protest but you talk over her,

"I'm not finished. I'm staying, Mr DeMille is paying me to look after the house and yourself, I do not work for you I work for him. He has hired me to make your life easier, I'll cook, clean, keep out your way, heck we can play bridge if you want but I'm not goint to babysit you. You don't deserve that and I don't deserve the disrespect of being shut out like that!" You stop to let her respond but all she does is fold her arms and glare at you, knowing she can't argue against your points.

"And I'm only going to say this once. You're not well Miss Desmond. You need someone to care for you regardless of you opinions. You're a smart woman, you've heard of those quote "Mental Health Hospitals" and what they do to people. I don't want you to end up there, you don't want that either do you?" You watch her brow soften as she weighs out her options before sighing.

"So can I go outside for my stuff now without being locked out again?" You try to joke but it's met with nothing more than a small nod.

You walk into the hall noticing the side table pushed up against the door, you struggle to push it back to it's place under the hall mirror wondering how Norma managed to move it. Now back outside you start picking up your things, repacking your suitcase. As you finish and shut the case over, you feel eyes watching you. You turn to find Norma standing in the doorway, an unsure expression painted across her face, as if she's trying to say something out of character.

"I'm sorry about all this, new faces make me feel unsettled" she fidgets with her robe, "I guess I miss Max" She shrugs as you get up and walk over to her, placing the case just past the door, turning to get the gorceries out your car.

"It's alright Miss Desmond, I'm tougher than I look" You exclaim, dipping into the car to get the bags. When you turn back towards the house you're surprised to see her still standing in the door way.

"Why don't you go get ready for bed and I can make something light for dinner, any suggestions?" You slip past her as she heads upstairs.

"Surprise me (Y/N)" She continues the ascent, her voice is back to its commanding tone, and you continue the walk to the kitchen, smiling at her use of your name. It's a start.

[renyfisher]

I am curious about your opinions guys! Chappell Roan songs as Patti’s characters. Which one is remind you about Avis, Lilia, Joan etc. drop them in the comments I’m very curious!😃

[shinramyunnoodles]

Keeping the 6 day streak ig 🤷‍♀️

Eat up! Here’s my lil character study of my beloved Lilia Caulderu! I hope Patti is right “we didn’t see her land,” she says, I hope marvel uses this to their advantage, I NEED MORE LILIA 😩

[caramelloss]

"you are my witch"

lilia calderu x reader • pure smut • 3.2k w/c

summary: you've been friends with lilia calderu for years. drunken from the poison of wine, you confess your love for the woman. although reluctant to admit her feelings, because she harbors a secret you don't know, you learn that lilia feels the same way. years of yearning come to an end, and you find yourself falling into your desires, unable to control what has been kept away for so long.

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author's note: so first i'd like to just THANK all of you for blowing up my post asking for who'd like to be tagged, because the taglist isn't even done, i can't fit them all in the blog. also, i tagged you if you liked or reblogged the tag ask post, because i bolded i would tag those who liked or reblogged. second; i'm sorry this isn't a longer fic. it was originally planned to be, but i don't want to use my idea i came up with in a one chapter fic, i'd like it to be used in a longer more meaningful one. i really hope you enjoy this. if you have any positive, negative, or general feedback, please let me know! i want to become the best author i can be for you guys. also, i'd love to receive any asks for fanfiction or one shots! i'm currently focused on my big multi character x reader fic, but im 100% open to and willing to write for your requests.

content includes: fingering, oral stimulation, biting, praise, hair pulling, pet name usage

you noticed the difference in her eyes like it was bolded in bright red ink. her smile fell, like an angel to descend from heaven. 'this is it' you thought, 'she’ll hate me.' you turned away in shame, your heart dropped. words flooded out, stupid, careless words. "i love you, lilia." 

you couldn't bear to look, you feared the disagreement would show on her face. your body tenses, and you scrunch the bridge of your nose with your fingers. you expect her to tell you to get out, or leave.. but you hear nothing. 

but you feel, oh, you feel. 

you feel her behind you, closer than when you had muttered those stupid, damning words. her fingers gently traced your neck, and you closed your eyes, the yearning in your soul up to its brink of expression. each breath you take is shaky, is heavy. you tilt your head aside, desperate to feel her warmth on your skin forever. 

you open your eyes when you feel her breath on your neck. she must've noticed your body's reaction, because she paused, and remained still. lilia traces her fingers down your body, to your hips. she stops here, her lips close to your ears, as her body presses into your back. 

you lean into her, your head slightly leaning back, at the pure and utter pleasure you feel being so close to her. her lips part, and with such composure, yet so little solidity, she delivers a line that would come to send shivers down your spine. "i have loved you since i saw you the first time, long ago. i am consumed and rattled by you at every waking second.." her hands pull you in, and you hum at the gesture. your eyes are closed, not because you hate this, or don't want to be there, but because the way you long for her in this moment now is too painful for you to bear. a lump forms in your throat when you feel her wet cheek graze your neck. she was in tears, and you needed to console her; but how? how should you console her now? you did not have much time to think. her lips, warm, soft, and gentle, were on your neck. the kiss she blessed your skin with felt like one that existed prior to the world, and forever past the present. it was torture, it was devastation, when she pulled away. it hurt, it was brutal.. so brutal, your lips parted, and you gasped quietly. your hand reached back for her head, and you enveloped your fingers in the curly, silver locks of her hair. you held her head close to yours, as her thumbs rubbed gently upon your hips. her voice broke as she completed her confession, and your heart broke with it; you'd do anything to protect her, to keep her from harm. "i'm a witch, y/n.. how could you ever love a witch?" 

your eyes opened, and you stopped breathing, for just a moment. you were sure you'd heard wrong. with a furrowed brow, and a worrisome expression, you broke away from her touch, from her hold. you turned to her, and your head tilted to the side, as tears began to form in your waterline. the sight of her, so weak, so doubtful of herself, so ashamed.. your heart shattered like a broken mirror. 

her face was lined with streaks of wet. she had cried for this, she suffered for it. she couldn't even look at you, her eyes were avert. 

your hands raced to cup her cheeks, and you gently wipe away her tears. her lips part, in astonishment, followed by her eyes meeting your gaze. finally, you saw those beautiful eyes again. your heart skipped a thousand beats at the sight of those irises. you smile, and your face softens. "lilia.." you whisper, your forehead pressed against hers now, "i've loved you since the sun rose opposite the moon. i've chased you in all of my wildest dreams. i've loved you in every moment and i would not stop because of what you are or are not." at your notation, her lips fold into a smile. she grabs your wrists softly, holding them. once more you spoke, "you are my witch, my little piece of divinity. you are mine, and my heart is yours." you watch as her eyes move from your eyes to your lips, and you wish for nothing but her to kiss you. 

after all these years, of being her "friend", you have never wanted anything more than for her to kiss you. it's like an insatiable hunger you cannot destroy. 

lilia bites her lip, and she grabs your chin with her pointer finger and her thumb. you start to breath heavy, and your heart begins to race. she brings your face to hers, so close that your lips graze against one another’s. you ache for her, you long for her. you need to taste her, to merge your body, your soul, your heart, with hers. you need her to kiss you. 

and she does. her lips mesh with yours in perfect harmony, like the melody of heaven’s sea. your mind is adrift, clouded. you cannot form a thought, you do not desire to form a thought. her unaccompanied hand caresses the small of your back, and you pull her closer with the hands you hold on her face. 

she slips her tongue along your bottom lip, and you moan softly into the kiss. her grip on your chin releases, and she holds your jaw instead. she guides you through the long, heart-felt kisses. her lips control your body, your mind. 

warmth builds between your thighs, and your head is still covered by nothing but a blanket of emptiness. lilia is the first to pull away, her lack of oxygen in her lungs being the culprit. you curse the living necessity of air. 

you yourself breathe heavy, panting almost. lilia’s lipstick is smudged, and you smirk at the notion that you've just kissed this marvel of a woman. she notices your cocky smile, and a single eyebrow lifts. she now wore a smirk herself. 

“you're looking at me like you've just seen me naked, y/n.” you chuckle when she says this. “while i wouldn't be opposed to that, i'm just a little satisfied with the fact that in the midst of kissing me, you forgot about your lipstick.”  

her smirk faded and her lips parted again, she pop looked offended, but you could tell it was just her beautiful sense of sarcasm. 

“fix it for me?” she asked this with a lower tone and a wink, and you felt your core throb at the sound of her voice. she wanted you to kiss her again. 

you ran your tongue across your bottom lip, and you couldn't help your smile. her hands guided your face close, and you pushed a curl behind her ear. she grew desperate, unable to wait. her lips caught yours, and you shut your eyes at the contact. in your head you pictured her eyes, beautiful and brown, like the rock embedded and shaded on the side of a mountain. your grip on her hair tightened as she pushed you back softly, making sure not to break the kiss. her lips were soft, so soft it felt like the comfort a pillow brings in the hour of sleep. you moan as your lower back makes contact with her counter, and your head leans back, which breaks the embrace. 

the wetness between your thighs grows, and you figure your underwear must be utterly ruined. lilia's fingers stroked your hair, and she shook her head slightly, a whisper following shortly. "let me taste you.. every inch of you.." you bite your lip, and hold her gaze, nodding hesitantly; even though you don't feel hesitant on your answer at all. her smirk returns, and her hands descend, down from your hair to your neck. she drags them further down, past your shoulders. she stops at where the unbuttoned cardigan opens, pushing the material off of your arms and body. her warmth intoxicates you when her skin brushes against yours. she plants hot kisses on your upper arms, which are exposed because of the camisole top you wore. 

her hands found the straps to your shirt, and she pulled them down slowly, kissing the empty place they used to cover. you tense, and your eyes shut as your lips purse together while you try to conceal the soft hum of pleasure you make.

lilia's fingers pull away the top, leaving you completely naked and exposed from your waist up. she smiles at the sight, her hands cupping your breasts. you feel the slick between your legs, it seems the inner part of your thighs had gotten soaked by extension.

her thumbs grazed over your nipples, and the sensation was enough to drive you wild. you pulled her head into the curve of your neck, your lips parted as soft moans escaped. she chuckles and her lips start to kiss your neck. 

your knees go weak, simply from the ecstasy her lips brings you. her thumbs lose the feel of your sensitive buds, and she begins to creep down your throat. she leaves sloppy kisses down your collarbone, and down to your nipples. her eyes close as she takes one into her mouth, suckling on the sweet spot. your eyes fall back, and you inhale, biting down onto your lip to stop yourself from being loud. her fingers play with your lone nipple, and you feel as though you will not be able to take much more of this before becoming pathetic for her. 

the witch releases your areola from her mouth and takes in the other, her tongue lapping around the bundle of nerves. her hands trace the curves of your body. they pause when she's reached your hips, and she digs her nails into your skin. the pain blends with the pleasure beautifully, and it's as if they are interchangeable. 

you breathe heavily, your stomach twitching when she starts to drag her lips down your stomach. your pussy was so wet that she could smell the scent of arousal from your waistline. her fingers pulled up the black skirt you wore, and it revealed your soaked nude panties. she chuckled, looking up at you with eyes that were darkened and overwhelmed with lust. she bit her lip and furrowed her brow, which made you roll your eyes. 

“you're so wet, darling. i could just devour you.” you gently pull her hair, forcing her head back a little. she smirks, and you pout. “please, i need you” you say, pleading for her tongue, for her fingers, for her to be the one to shape you into a mess of a woman. 

she winks, bringing her mouth to your inner thigh. she leaves kisses along your skin, and it seems as though she’s teasing you. her eyes stay locked onto yours with each touch of her lips, she wants to see your face as she tortures you.

your hands release her hair, and grab onto the counter behind you, your nails scratch the surface with each new touch. her eyes look so dark, and it turns you on even more. 

but your view of them is gone as she bites into your other thigh. her teeth are sharp, and your jaw drops, you whimper. her teeth release, and she kisses the bite mark. you open your eyes to see it, to see the mark she had left. it was dark red, and your expression changed, you felt your core throb uncontrollably, and you grabbed her head by her hair, guiding her to your cunt. your eyes pleaded with her. 

lilia opened her mouth and licked the wet slick on your panties, all while looking you dead in the eyes. the touch was faint, but it was all your body needed to jerk up. it was so cruel, the way she left you needy and desperate for her. you couldn't think beyond her tongue on your clit, or her fingers buried in your warm folds. 

she bit the material of your under garment, pulling it slowly down your legs. her eyes were stolen away by the sight of you completely naked and in front of her, soaked, ruined. you were such a slut for her. you wonder if she would tease you about how soiled you got for her later down the line. 

the witch sighed, and her lips kissed the very inside of your thighs, right beside where you writhed for her. you thought you might faint. 

using your hand, you rubbed her cheek, shaking your head at the sight of her, down on her knees, ready to please you.  

she turned her face, kissing your gentle fingers. you smiled, and you took a deep breath as she brought her face as close as possible to your core. her eyes were focused on your face, you could tell she wanted to watch your face as she ate you out. so typical of her. 

her face buried between your legs, her tongue circling your clit. your hands shot behind you to the counter once more, desperate to hold yourself up. your eyes closed, and your back arched. the moan that echoed through the room was inevitable. she took her time, finding the nerves that were more sensitive and paying more attention to them. you thought she must've found you stupid to be so wet and needy for her. 

her tongue sped up, and she took your clit into her mouth, suckling the bud. you couldn't control the way your hips bucked, or the way your knees fell wobbly and weak. her hands grabbed your hips to stabilize her, and she pulled her mouth away in a flash. 

you were worrisome, you thought maybe you'd messed up, or maybe she'd realized she didn't want you like this. it was almost heartbreaking to feel her pull away. 

she had never stopped looking at you, though. you of course couldn't tell because your eyes had closed before out of the extremity of what you were feeling. 

she looked serious, determined, but her eyes were still as dark as before. you blush at the sight of her face covered in your taste, your slick. her mouth opened, and you heard every word with such a heavy impact. “do not close your eyes again. i want to see your eyes, your face, at every moment. do you understand?”

your heart starts to race again, there was just something so inexplicable about the way her words made you feel. you nod your head, scared that if you spoke your words would be jumbled. she didn't accept it though, her voice changed, from demanding to mischievous. “you understand..? what do you understand, dear? how does it make you feel..? tell me how i make you feel.” 

you bite your lip, looking up at the ceiling. maybe you were throwing up a prayer that you wouldn't mess up, or maybe you were just trying to prepare yourself for what she wanted from you. her right hand slipped from your hip, and you didn't notice, so fixated on her request. you went to start speaking, but as you did, you felt her fingers inside of you. 

your head leaned back, and you closed your eyes. a hushed “fuck!”, was followed by a loud humming. she smirked, “what did i say about closing your eyes, baby?” 

you forced them open, forced them to lock their gaze down onto her own. you wanted to make her happy. you needed to please her just as badly as you needed her to make you cum. 

“i'm sorry, darling—” as you began again, her fingers started to pump inside of your pussy, and your mouth lay agape. she didn't stop, even as you took a moment to continue, and you took a deep breath. 

“you want me to look— oh, fuck.. god.” it was like she went faster with each word you spoke. you took note of her devilish grin, thinking that you'd someday get your revenge. “you want me to look at you, you want to see me when— shit!” your body flinches as she curls her digits inside you, her speed still gradually increasing. “come on, princess, you're doing so good” she whispered this against your clit, right before sucking it into her mouth again. 

you bit your lip and your hands pulled her by the hair, just giving you something to hold onto. “when i cum for you, when i'm just a puddle for you.. you want to see me when i take your fingers!” 

the words came out shaky, spaced between your moans and whimpers. her fingers started to go as fast as they could, and lilia lapped her tongue around your wet clit, stimulating every single part of your cunt. she was still looking at you. you held her gaze as you started to tremble, your body shaking as it came to the brink of an orgasm. 

you finished your thought, giving her what she asked of you. “it makes me feel like abandoning everything for you, to have you like this, every second, every moment.”

her eyes closed, and you watched her remain between your thighs. your body hit a climax, and your hips bucked up, your back arching. you yelled for her, her name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you bit your lip to muffle any further sounds as she fucked you through your orgasm. 

when you had came, your white fluid casing over her fingers, she pulled her mouth away from your clitoris. 

you, with your head still fuzzy, had managed to pull her back up to you by her hair. her lips were so wet because of you. you immediately pull her in to kiss you, tasting yourself on her tongue and lips. she pulled away, breaking the contact. her teeth captured your bottom lip and you sighed when she pulled it back. 

lilia’s lips started kissing your neck, and she brought them to your ear, whispering hushedly, “clean your pretty little mess, my love.” 

you whimper, and you open your lips, as she slips her two cum-covered fingers inside of your mouth. you suck off your fluid, and the growing wetness between your legs returns.

the older witch laughs, kissing your neck again. her lips find yours once more, and she kisses you like there is no other action in this world. her tongue invades your mouth, as she tastes the sweetness that remains. 

[heylolita00]

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

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here's another Agatha reflection that I didn't notice yesterday - it's a theme, I tell you

she's essentially doing what she does at the beginning of Wandavision, although with no prep time and no magic for costume changes: a ditzy over the top wife with the made up farway husband

I'd get a couple more candles back there, Lilia. You missed a spot.

But jokes aside, you know what she's doing? She's taking the piss out of agatha. this is Lilia we're talking about, the Seer. her job is literally to See. she knew who and what Agatha was the moment she stepped in, and frankly it's insulting that Agatha would try such cheap tricks on her. this is a little "fuck you agatha" before they get down to business and lilia can tell her to fuck off too

and yes, agatha underestimates lilia from the start, which is the point of lilia's character and the lesson she has to internalize. but the thing is, lilia IS amazing, powerful and wise from the very beginning. this whole scene is Lilia being better, smarter and more powerful than Agatha, she just doesn't have the self-confidence to recognize it

(but WHY beauford?? best name she could have picked)

lilia IS in control. she sets the pace of this encounter. agatha is a step behind, which is rare for her

fuck off, look at that stupid condescending little face

YASSS read her for filth! but let's recap her exact words (so I have an excuse to listen again to Patti's exquisite delivery and voice control)

"You've been under the influence of another. Someone you hurt." Wanda. And we go back to Agatha torturing Wanda and what it's doing to her, the guilt she feels.

"They took your agency. For three years." Agency is one of the main themes of this show and something that will touch Lilia up close too.

"It's not the first time your witch kin betrayed you." Not the other way round! Yes, Agatha has betrayed, she has hurt and killed. But we need to acknowledge that she was betrayed by her kin, her coven, her community first.

"But you survive, in a way few do." Agatha is a survivor. She dragged herself out of a hellpit, and she was maimed and turned into something horrible in the process. But she fucking survived.

"In fact, that's why you're here." Lilia knows EXACTLY what Agatha is planning, she knows that she's here to kill and she knows why. She knew from the start.

agatha's face falling more and more

YES. FUCK YES. THE PERFECT DICTION TROUGH GRITTED TEETH. SHE IS NOT INTERESTED!! GIVE THIS WOMAN ALL THE MONOLOGUES BECAUSE SHE'S GONNA CRUSH THEM

I know, Billy. this is also the way I look at stage goddess patti lupone

SHE IS CRYING AGAIN! DO YOU SEE IT!!! DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT?!!?!? SHE'S CRYING AT BEING SEEN SO CLEARLY, BECAUSE SHE'S ALWAYS HIDING. AND SHE'S CRYING WITH RELIEF, TRIUMPH AND GUILT BECAUSE SHE'S FOUND THIS AMAZING EXTRAORDINARY WONDERFUL WITCH AND SHE HAS TO KILL HER SO SHE WON'T DIE HERSELF TONIGHT

DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M IN A GLASSCASE OF EMOTIONS.

that's a predator right there

nuh-uh babe, she's got your number. you are not going to win this one. (i'm drinking up all the details in her room. look at that old singer sewing machine, that's a 70s or 80s model - everything in the room is at least 40 years old. Is she making herself a quilt? is she cold at night? we know she doesn't have the money to pay her bills)

I KNOW, BILLY!!!

lol, you know when patti told joe locke something like, 'sorry you're stuck here with all these old ladies'?? and he was like, no you don't undeRSTAND

(I mean, Patti has met plenty of gay boys. she understands.)

Lilia jumps for a moment to episode 5 and hears the ghost of Agatha's mom yelling at her. (aw, her chairs are all mismatched.)

Billy is always so polite. and look at Agatha's body language, she's doing the same thing she did when torturing Wanda, kind of hugging herself. both predatory and defensive, because, once again, she is not as comfortable as she seem. she is not being sincere, she is out to manipulate lilia, and she's not happy about it

I live for lilia's rants about the commodification and gentrification of the queer witch community (look at those gorgeous italian plates!)

she actually did bite a kid once

"when I was chased out of every village I passed through for accurately predicting tragedy? NO, I do NOT. BEAT IT, harkness!" I adore her delivery. and also. ouch. ouch. my sweet lilia. so many years, so much pain

When watching this scene for the first time, you identify with Billy and just sit back and enjoy these two extraordinary witches and actresses working together. the first episodes are high on comedy but they all have a serious, upsetting undertone, and it's especially gratifying to see how both actresses work with voice, face and body language to express what they can't say explicitly. Lilia is an incredibly old, wise, experience witch, but also tired, alone, humiliated. She's been jumping through time and she's really frightened about it. And right now? She's quite literally going against the most dangerous serial killer of witches in known history. She can stand her own against Agatha and then some, but she is not confident enough to see it yet.

A question that reads ironic but is delivered without a hint of irony. Why are you dragging a child into this? You of all people. Why are you putting a literal child in danger?

an ironic answer also delivered with no irony. it's threatening, and it's also protective of Billy

agatha gambles: maybe she can get lilia mad enough later and get blasted anyway. maybe she has other means to steal (a kiss, mayhaps?) And Billy better not hear this, she's not gonna kill him or anything but, you know, keeping her options open. just in case.

lilia DOES NOT need to return to her clairvoyant glory. lilia is one of the most if not the most powerful seer. her isolation is self-imposed. agatha is completely out of her depth here.

case in point: agatha does successfully con jen and alice, but she does NOT con lilia. not even close. she had nothing. lilia was in control of the conversation the whole time, seeing through agatha the whole time, and she was always going to say no.

"Three of Pentacles." collaboration, community, singular voices waiting to harmonize. Lilia REACHES THROUGH TIME and MAKES herself join Agatha. How fucking heartwrenching is that???? Agatha never tricked Lilia into doing anything. Lilia is sitting at the tarot table in her Glinda costume, for the first time fully confident and fully aware in her power, and she just - she grabs herself in the past and says, this is your family. this is your coven. you have chosen it. go and reclaim it. that is why Lilia follows them to the Road. not because Agatha is powerful, but because Lilia is.

and present Lilia is just so scared. she knows this is going to kill her.

FUCK I love this show so much!

(and a quick shoutout to @sapphicjew, I'm loving your commentary!)

go to episode 2 part 3

[d-z20]

A Lesson in Witchcraft (NSFW)

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x Reader

Summary: You're studying under the most powerful divination witch on the continent—Lilia Calderu. What began as mentorship soon became something far more personal. But knowledge comes at a cost, and under Lilia’s guiding hand, you’re about to learn your most unforgettable lesson yet.

- OR -

Her methods of teaching you to concentrate on tarot turn out to be far more distracting and she ends up fucking you. Like a lot.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, top Lilia, hints of dom Lilia, plot gets abandoned for porn pretty quick, smidge of soft aftercare, R receives: praise, magic strap, breeding, overstimulation, fingering, oral, I think that's it but I could be wrong

Words: 3.2k

A/N: No body means no death 😤😤 requested fic

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The villa smelt of aged parchment and burning candles, a mixture that clung to the tapestries and books stacked in precarious piles around the room. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows against the stone walls, as if whispering ancient secrets to those who knew how to listen. This was Lilia’s domain, her sanctuary, steeped in the echoes of centuries past.

In the moment she had thought would be her last, she had fallen—not onto the waiting swords and to certain death, but into the familiar embrace of her old coven’s residence in Sicily. It was then that she made a choice: no more running, no more denial. She would embrace her truth, her power. And in time, the world would know her name as the greatest divination witch on the continent.

And now, years later, you had sought her out. Desperate. Needing to understand the secrets only she could reveal.

“Tell me,” Lilia said, her voice rich and laced with amusement. “What do you see?”

You exhaled slowly, hands hovering over the tarot spread before you, trying to quiet the thrum of your pulse. The cards blurred under the weight of her gaze. You swallowed hard.

“Concentrate,” she chided, shifting in her seat. The movement was subtle but deliberate, the rustle of her robe revealing the barest glimpse of her thigh. “A divination witch must anticipate what’s to come.”

You bit your lip. You knew what she was doing. Lilia was testing more than just your magical ability—she was testing your control. She always did.

A shiver ran down your spine as she leaned forward, her fingers ghosting over yours. “If you were truly gifted, you’d know what I intend to do next,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

You clenched your fists, struggling to maintain focus. The air crackled with energy as Lilia traced patterns over your wrist, slow, deliberate. No magic bound you, and yet you could not move, rooted to the spot by nothing more than her.

The first touch was gentle—a brush of fingertips down your spine, a shift in the atmosphere that sent heat pooling in your core. Then came the control. Lilia’s presence pressing down on you like a weight, her will wrapping around you tighter than any spell ever could.

She started slow, dragging out each movement, each whisper against your skin. Every time you thought you had a moment to recover, she pushed you further.

Your arousal grew with each teasing touch and lingering glance. Heat curled in your stomach, spreading through your limbs like liquid fire. Your thighs clenched instinctively, already aching, already too aware of the way Lilia toyed with you—keeping you on edge without ever giving you what you so desperately needed. The anticipation itself was maddening, your body betraying you with every sharp inhale, every unconscious tilt of your hips seeking friction that wasn’t there.

"You should have foreseen this," she mused, her voice still poised, still so effortlessly composed. "A good witch always prepares."

Your breath had started to come in ragged gasps, your body trembling under her calculated pace. The tarot cards around you fluttered as if caught in an unseen breeze, the room thick with the scent of magic and something far more intoxicating.

Every nerve in your body felt alight, and your skin was hypersensitive to her every movement. The way her fingers ghosted along your collarbone sent shivers down your spine, the barest press of her nails against your thigh making your breath stutter. It was unbearable—this slow, torturous buildup. Every brush of her lips, every teasing stroke across your burning skin only made the ache between your legs more unbearable, the slickness pooling there undeniable.

Lilia smirked as she traced a lazy circle against the inside of your wrist, watching the way you twitched under her touch. "So responsive," she purred, more to herself than you. "You're practically trembling already."

She finally pulled away, leaving you breathless, your skin flushed with lingering heat. But she was far from finished. Reclining back into her chair, she extended a hand, beckoning you forward with nothing more than a commanding gaze.

"Come," she instructed, voice silk and steel. "Show me how much you've learnt."

Your legs barely held steady as you obeyed, every step reminding you just how wet you were. The evidence of your need slicked the insides of your thighs; the cool air against your heated skin only amplified the ache. The anticipation coiled tight in your stomach; the knowledge that she was watching your every movement made the fire in your veins burn even hotter.

It was only when you reached her that you saw it—her enchanted strap, shimmering faintly with magic, resting against her thigh. Lilia’s ringed fingers traced over the length of it, slow and deliberate, her nails raking just enough to make her shudder. A quiet, pleased sigh slipped past her lips, and for the briefest moment, she bit down on her lower lip, savouring the sensation.

You knew she could feel everything. Every stroke, every touch—it all translated back to her. The way her breathing hitched only made the ache between your legs worse; need coiling so tightly in your stomach it was almost unbearable.

Lilia’s dark eyes flickered up to meet yours, knowing and hungry. She gripped your waist as she guided you onto her lap, the heat of her body seeping into yours, her nails pressing into your skin just enough to keep you grounded. “Come now,” she purred. “I can already tell you’re ready for me.”

"Slowly," she murmured, hands firm yet coaxing as she helped you lower yourself onto her. The moment you sank down, a sharp gasp tore from your lips. You were so worked up, so utterly drenched, that the strap was already slick with your arousal, easing the stretch but doing nothing to dull the overwhelming sensation of being filled.

Lilia hummed in satisfaction, her fingers tightening around your waist as she felt the way you trembled in her grasp. "There... take your time," she encouraged, though the dark gleam in her eyes told you she was savouring every second of your struggle to adjust.

The stretch was overwhelming in the best way. Your walls fluttered around the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to draw her in deeper. The magic woven into the strap pulsed faintly, attuned to your every reaction, making the sensation all the more intoxicating. You swore you could feel her twitch inside you, the enchantment allowing her to share in your pleasure.

Lilia's smirk deepened as she watched you shudder, her grip firm as she guided you further onto her lap. "So eager," her voice was silk and steel. "And so very, very wet."

She didn’t rush you. She simply watched, her eyes half-lidded, absorbing every twitch, every soft gasp you couldn’t suppress. And when you were fully seated, she hummed in satisfaction, tightening her hold on your hips.

“Good,” she praised, her grip shifting as she guided you into motion. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”

You barely had a chance to adjust before she took control, lifting and lowering you with practiced ease. Each movement sent sparks through your entire body, pleasure mounting too quickly, too intensely. Your nails dug into her shoulders as she pushed you further, refusing to let you slow.

“Tell me, young one,” she purred, lips ghosting against your throat, “can you divine how many times I intend to make you cum?”

You couldn’t answer. Words failing you as the pleasure built impossibly high, your body surrendering to her guidance. She only chuckled, her grip tightening as she thrust up to meet you, pulling strangled moans from your lips.

Lilia was relentless. She drove you to the edge of an orgasm over and over, her name slipping from your tongue like a prayer. And when she finally allowed you to cum, it was nothing short of ruinous.

She held you close as the aftershocks wracked your body, her fingers tracing idle patterns over your sweat-slicked skin. But she wasn’t finished. Not yet.

She rolled her hips once more, drawing a sharp gasp from you. “We’re not done,” she reminded you, her voice wicked and indulgent. “You can take more.”

Lilia's words seeped into your blissed-out mind, thick with promise. Your body was already trembling; every inch of you hypersensitive to her touch, but she wasn’t offering mercy. She wanted more.

"Up," she instructed, voice velvet-dark, her hands guiding you as if you were no more than a doll in her grasp. Your legs barely cooperated as you lifted yourself off her lap, the motion making you shudder at just how wet you were and how slick the strap had become from your cum. Your thighs trembled as you stepped away, but Lilia didn’t let you go far.

"Over the table," she commanded.

You obeyed on instinct, pressing your hands against the ancient wood, the tarot cards scattered beneath your fingertips, their meanings lost in the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. The cool air kissed your heated skin, but it did nothing to soothe the ache.

Lilia took her time. She traced her fingers down your back, teasing over the curve of your ass before dipping lower, spreading your folds with deliberate intent. A sharp breath left you as she dragged her fingers through your slickness, humming in satisfaction.

"So eager," she mused, her tone almost thoughtful. "So sensitive."

You jolted when she shoved two fingers inside; the stretch so easy, so effortless after everything she had already done to you. Your body clenched around her as she thrust them deep, curling just right.

"L-Lilia—"

She hushed you, her other hand pressing against the small of your back, keeping you pinned as she worked you open with measured strokes. Each push sent you spiralling higher, your legs shaking beneath you, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"You will cum again for me," she purred, her pace quickening, her fingers relentless.

It was impossible to resist. The pleasure slammed into you, violent in its intensity, your body locking up as your next climax tore through you. Your cries filled the dimly lit room, but Lilia wasn’t done.

As your body slumped forward, boneless, she withdrew her fingers, dragging the wetness over your inner thighs, marking you with it. And then, a new pressure—her strap pressing against your entrance once more, still slick with your combined arousal.

"One more," she said, voice dark with promise. "You can give me one more, can't you?"

Your only response was a desperate whimper as she pushed in, stretching you once more, filling you so completely that it sent fresh sparks of overstimulation coursing through your veins.

Lilia chuckled, hands firm on your hips. "Good girl."

Lilia didn’t hesitate. She pulled out and then thrust back in hard, burying herself to the hilt in one swift, punishing movement. The force of it sent you forward, your breath catching in a strangled moan as she filled you.

But this time, she wasn’t just toying with you—she was chasing her own pleasure.

Her grip on your waist tightened as she set a brutal pace, her hips slamming into yours with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent increasingly desperate arousal through you, your body twitching, struggling to keep up with the pleasure that had already wrung you dry.

And then her hand slid lower.

Her fingers—cool, adorned with heavy rings—pressed against swollen clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made you jerk in her grasp. The sensation was too much, too intense, and yet you keened at the contact, pushing back into her touch.

"Lilia—your rings," you gasped, barely able to form words between the relentless rhythm of her hips and the exquisite pressure of her fingers. "They feel so good."

She chuckled darkly, dragging her fingertips over you with teasing precision. "Do they now?"

The contrast of the metal against your overheated skin sent a shiver through you, amplifying every sensation until you were practically sobbing for relief. Lilia only hummed, stroking you with slow, knowing circles as she pounded into you, her own breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You were made for this," she whispered, her voice tight and controlled, though her rhythm was faltering, growing more erratic.

Then, with a deep, low moan, her hips stilled against yours. She pressed in as deep as she could go, her grip turning bruising as she came inside you, the strap pulsing in tandem with her climax. The sensation had you whimpering, your body locking up at the heat that filled you.

She stayed like that for a moment, catching her breath and letting the pleasure wash over her. But she still wasn’t done.

"On your back," she commanded, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Your limbs felt like liquid, barely able to function, but you obeyed. With a soft gasp, you turned onto your back, legs dangling off the side of the table, tarot cards now forgotten beneath you. The room spun with the force of your own exhaustion, but then Lilia was between your legs again.

She pressed a kiss to your trembling inner thigh before dragging her tongue over your pussy, lapping up the mess she had left behind. The sensation had you arching off the table, your hands grasping at the air for something—anything—to ground you.

"Lilia—" you choked, a sob ripping from your throat as she sucked at your sensitive clit, her tongue flicking against it with ruthless intent.

There was no escaping it. You were already too sensitive, too raw, and the moment her mouth sealed around you, another orgasm crashed over you without warning. Your body tensed, legs trembling violently as you came again, your cries echoing through the room.

But Lilia didn’t let up. She took in every drop, drinking in your pleasure like it was the finest wine, her grip firm on your thighs to keep you still as she worked you through your release.

And then—one last time.

She pulled away, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with hunger as she stood. The strap between her legs twitched with renewed magic, still ready, still insatiable.

"One more, just one more," she insisted, dragging you upright and pulling you flush against her. "I want to feel you shatter for me again."

A breathless, wrecked laugh escaped you. “That’s what you said last time,” you managed to protest, your body still trembling, nerves alight with exhaustion and oversensitivity.

Lilia only smirked, utterly unmoved. She brushed a damp curl away from her face before she turned you over and bent you back down against the table.

“You can give me one more,” she murmured, her voice thick with promise. “I know you can.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before she was inside you once more, filling you to the hilt in one swift motion. A cry tore from your throat at the stretch, the wet slapping sound of your bodies meeting nearly obscene in the quiet of the room.

At first, her thrusts were deep and slow, forcing you to feel every inch of her inside you. But as soon as she felt your body respond—felt the way you clenched down around her despite your protests—her pace shifted to be rough and unforgiving.

Your overstimulated body had no resistance left. The moment she angled her thrusts just right, pleasure speared through you like lightning, raw and all-consuming. Your climax tore through you with a force that left you gasping, clawing at her back, your entire body clenching around her in desperate waves.

Lilia groaned, her grip bruising on your hips as she buried herself deep, chasing her own release. A guttural moan escaped her as she spilled inside you once more, her hips stilling for just a moment as she let the aftershocks wash over her.

She didn’t pull away immediately. She stayed pressed against you, her breath ghosting over your skin, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over your trembling thighs.

Lilia's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, amusement dancing in her dark eyes as she traced her fingers along your jaw. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she gave her next command.

"On your knees," she spoke, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Clean me up properly."

Your limbs were weak, trembling from the relentless pleasure she had wrung from you, but you obeyed without hesitation. Lowering yourself before her, you grasped her thighs for support, your breath ghosting over her strap, now covered with a mix of both of your cum.

Lilia let out a pleased hum as you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before sinking down further. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of everything she had given you.

"Just like that," she praised, threading her fingers through your hair, her grip tightening as she guided your movements. "Such a fast learner."

You hollowed your cheeks, taking more, bobbing your head at the pace she set. Her fingers curled at the back of your skull, her hips rolling forward ever so slightly, pushing deeper into your mouth. The strap twitched against your tongue, carrying the echoes of her pleasure.

A sharp inhale and then a moan.

"You're being so good for me," she hummed, her voice unravelling as she thrust just a bit deeper. "Now, swallow every drop."

You barely had time to prepare before she came once more, herf cum spilling onto your tongue, thick and warm. The sensation alone made your core throb with residual need. You swallowed obediently, not letting a single drop go to waste, your throat flexing around her as she let out a shuddering sigh of satisfaction.

Finally, Lilia loosened her grip, her fingers stroking over your hair in silent approval. She helped lift you to your feet, steadying your shaking form before guiding you toward the chaise lounge in the corner of the dimly lit room.

"Rest, young one," she said gently, draping her coat—rich in golden embroidery and worn with the weight of years—over your shoulders. The fabric smelt like her, like incense and old books, like the very essence of magic itself. You melted into its warmth, exhaling softly as she settled beside you.

Her fingers ghosted over your forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away with unexpected tenderness. It was a stark contrast to the way she had just ravaged you, and yet it felt just as intoxicating.

Then, without a word, she reached for the deck of tarot cards still scattered across the nearby table. With practiced ease, she shuffled, then drew a single card, turning it toward you.

The Page of Pentacles.

Lilia’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

"How fitting," she mused, tapping the card lightly. "A symbol of knowledge... of boundless potential. Of someone eager to learn, grow, and carve their own path."

She tilted your chin up, dark eyes locking onto yours with quiet pride.

"And I believe, my dear apprentice, that you will do just that."

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My only hope is that Patti LuPone would approve of this fic

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[nonna-carmela]

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[marvelmutantmagic616]

╰☆☆ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆☆╮

Agatha All Along S1 Ep. 6

[vidalswife]

"come on, you love it." "the anticipation.."

[arclic-stuff]

The Dark After Sunset ~ Chapter 1

Pairing: Norma Desmond x fem!reader

Synopsis: Hired by Mr DeMille, you move into the house on Sunset Boulevard to care for its infamous resident. After her butler murdered writer Joe Gillis, Norma Desmond became even more of a recluse, refusing to venture outside her comforting delusions. Can you handle the workload and Norma's moods while unsavoury rumours infiltrate your mind, becoming more believable as time passes?

Word Count: 1.9K

Author's Note: Chapter 1 yasss!! Thank you @renyfisher for beta reading <3 Buzzing to keep developing this series, idk how many chapters it'll be but it'll definitely be over 10 chapters. Please let me know what y'all think, anything that can improve the story or writing quaility is welcome xox

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CHAPTER 2

The hot sun blinds you, making you regret not bringing your sunglasses with you. It’s currently ten minutes past eight in the morning as you drive to your first day of your new job. Tapping your finger on the steering wheel with nerves, you turn onto the well-known street of Sunset Boulevard. While your car travels down the long, straight road, you think back to the interview you had two days prior. 

‘What do you know of Norma Desmond, Miss (L/N)?’ The director, Mr DeMille, asks, voice laced with hesitation, clearly nervous of scaring you away. You had answered a vague ad in the paper asking for a “Live-in Therapist & Housekeeper” You responded out of curiosity; it’s not a common title, but neither is the paycheck. 

“She was a movie star”, You respond pointing to a framed movie poster on the wall behind the man, making him spin around in his chair following your finger. 

“That she was,” DeMille smiles faintly, recalling positive memories, “What else comes to mind?” 

You search your mind for a response before understanding what he’s hinting at, “The death of Joe Gillis, Sir”

“What about the death of Mr Gillis? Surely you must have seen it in the press?”

“Yes, I did, Sir. He was shot by her butler, two in the back and one in the stomach. I believe he was found in Miss Desmond’s swimming pool?” You saw the headline in the mind’s eye along with the photo of the writer’s body floating in the water. You acted unsure on purpose; you’ve learned, by working in a male-dominated field, to play to their egos, letting them think they’re smarter than you to keep the peace. 

“Yes, it was very tragic what happened to that man,” Demille narrows his eyes at you as if he knows something else about that night before continuing the interview, “Since that traumatic event, Norma’s melancholy has engulfed her. Max was a big part of her life so you can imagine it’s been hard to fill that void with maids or home helps” He went on to explain how over the last ten months since Max’s arrest, there has been a revolving door of staff, all quitting after being pushed too far by Norma’s antics. 

“If she is so troubled, why keep trying for home assistance? Why not move her to a facility? Hollywood has plenty to choose from” Not that you agree with the action but it is a common solution for most in this town. 

“According to your resume, you briefly worked at one of said facilities, for one week. Care to explain why not longer?” He looked on with an air of smugness, knowing that you would respond with. After graduating, you took on a position at a well-known mental health hospital nearby. Soon after arriving, seeing the conditions and barbaric treatment, you quit. 

“Those places don’t care about the patient’s recovery, Mr DeMille, they just want to keep them out of sight”

That comment was the deciding factor in you getting the job. And so after signing an NDA, you were on your way to 10086 Sunset Boulevard, the home of Norma Desmond. You eventually turn into the driveway, greeted first with weeds and overgrown shrubbery, then the familiar car of the man who hired you. He had insisted on being present for the introduction, saying he would break the news to her, which made you even more nervous. 

You greet each other politely before turning to the intimidating house before you. You glance at the pool as DeMille rings the doorbell. After no response, he pulls out a spare key and opens the door instead. The two of you venture inside, adjusting to the dark of the curtain-drawn interior, and the door shuts behind you with a loud thud. (More description of the room) As your eyes finally adjust to your surroundings, a voice calls out from the top of the staircase. 

“Cecil darling, you should have told me you were coming! I’ll be down in a minute!” The happiness in her voice surprises you, she doesn't sound like someone needing your help. You send DeMille a look, which is met with a weak smile, telling you this isn’t going to last. 

Before you can ask him any more questions, Norma Desmond drifts into the room, looking like she’s walked off a movie set. Hair and makeup immaculate, her gown-clad body wrapped in a cascading robe. She greets DeMille with open arms and a satisfied smile, kissing his cheeks as her eyes land on you. That’s when the mood shifted, as if you had interrupted a very private moment. 

“Why are you still standing here, girl? Go on, I’m sure there’s work for you to keep you busy while Mr DeMille and I catch up” Despite her short stature, she looks down at you, as if you are nothing more than a spec of dirt trod in from the garden. Her eyebrow raises as she looks you up and down, settling on the suitcase at your feet, “Why does a maid have a suitcase?”

DeMille clears his throat, “How about we all sit down, hm?” You take a step towards the sofa, making Norma shoot you a look. DeMille speaks again, “This involves Miss (L/N) as well as Norma” 

The three of you move to sit on the sofa, Norma close to DeMille, you sitting to the side giving them some space. DeMille graciously introduces you to Norma as her new live-in housekeeper. The live-in aspect makes her nervous. The home-helps she’s had in the recent months haven’t stayed with her, not since Max. Sensing her anxieties, DeMille reaches to hold her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Come now, Norma, it will be good for you, you can think of her as a companion. Miss (L/N), you play bridge, don’t you?” DeMille invites you to join the conversation, realising you haven't spoken since Norma descended her stairs. You go to speak, but a raised hand makes you stop. 

“What use do I have for a companion when I have you, dear?”  Norma hums, still facing DeMille, she hasn’t looked at you since sitting down. She rubs his shoulder, looking at him with an amused smirk. DeMille takes her hands into his once again, “As much as I enjoy your company, old friend, I cannot be around you 24/7.” 

“So I’m being supervised, is that it?” Norma pulls back, scoffing. DeMille tries to defuse the situation, but that only makes her more agitated, “Which is it, is she a companion or my minder?” Finally, looking at you with disgust, this is when you try to step into the conversation. 

“I believe what Mr DeMille means to say is that he wants to know your every wish is being met, regardless of whether he’s here or not. I’m not your carer, Miss Desmond, think of me as an assistant.”

That seemed to suit her, her furrowed brow softened as she looked at you, this time not with malice but curiosity instead. She would have stayed at ease if DeMille hadn’t misspoke.

“It’s what a star deserves after all” 

You cringe, noticing how her body tensed up hearing that term. DeMille didn't see it until she stood up suddenly, slapping him across the face, making him recoil in surprise, looking up at her. 

“Don’t mock me! Do you think I’m stupid? She’s just here so you don’t need to be, you can lie all you want about your motives, but I see right through them” Her shouts dissolve into a whimper. You don't need to see her to know she’s crying, you see her shoulders shake before she retreats upstairs to her bedroom. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Miss (L/N)” You’re next to stand, approaching the director with your handkerchief in hand. The ring on Norma’s hand burst his lip, he takes the item from you, dabbing it to his sore lip. 

“It’s alright, Mr DeMillie, I’ve seen more than you’d expect. Are you okay?” You ask, (write more)

“It’s not the first time I’ve said the wrong thing, don't worry dear” He rises to his feet and stands to look you in the eye before asking his next question, “After what you’ve seen today, can you do it?” 

“I’m not promising any miracles, but yes, I believe I can handle it” He stares at you for a moment, reading your face for any signs of doubt. Once he was happy, he smiled, picking up your suitcase, “Well, that’ll do, come, I’ll show you the spare room before I go” 

You’re guided through the house, out of the living room, through the kitchen and around the hall to where the servant’s quarters are located. Three identical rooms stand next to one another, each consisting of the same four walls, a small wardrobe, a single bed and a bathroom. It’s barren compared to the rest of the house, but at least it isn’t an overpriced studio apartment downtown. You look around the room, opening dust-covered curtains as DeMille lays your suitcase on the bed. 

“It’s not much, but you’ll save money on rent. And of course I’ll write you a glowing reference after you’re done here” You nod politely, thanking the man. It was part of the job offer, a solid reference to further your career as a therapist. Similar to Hollywood, your industry is about who you know, not what you know. 

DeMille gives you his spare key for the house, explaining the final logistics from house rules to Norma’s dietary preferences. According to him, everything else can be found in the folder he prepared and left for you on your bedside table. A director who likes to be organised, how shocking. 

You walk him to the front door, noticing him briefly looking up towards the stairs, before turning back towards the exit. “Wait, are you not going to say goodbye?” DeMille turns, shaking his head in defeat, “No, not when she’s like this. It’s best if I just slip out”

“Mr DeMille?” You follow him outside the house as he heads towards his car in the drive. You try to ignore the worries plaguing your mind, but as you’re about to be left alone with the woman, you can’t stop yourself. You shout, making the name turn around, leaning against the open car door.   

“Is Miss Desmond dangerous? Should I be worried?” Something in the air stills as the words leave you, as if the wind itself ran cold. After seeing how quick it took the woman to get physical with a close friend, you imagine how soon you’d be on the receiving end and at what level of severity. Mr DeMille’s face fell into silent contemplation as he selected what words to say and in what order. 

“She’s harmless, really. You just need to avoid talking down to her, she doesn’t like feeling inferior. See you at the end of the week, Miss (L/N)” You wave him off as he drives out onto the main road, disappearing out of sight. As the car engine fades into the distance, you’re left with the still silence of the urban street. Your heels click against the patio tiles as you turn to look at the house, towering over you. You stand tall against the building's shadow, taking one final deep breath, then heading back inside to get to work. 

[yourbasicqueerie]

the way patti lupone’s agent posted this literally 5 hours before her show IM DEADDDDDD

[shinramyunnoodles]

Just finished my monthly rewatch of HOLLYWOOD 😩

Thought I’d share an old study of Avis I NEED her, she knows what she does to people…

[caramelloss]

please like or reblog ONLY if you want to be tagged;

lilia x reader — divine intervention (smut one shot)

you, in an outing with friends, stumble upon a small shop told to be the holder of "fortune tellings". you, completely befouling the idea of magic, step in, mockingly asking for a reading. the woman who is practicing this "fake" tarot and divination, otherwise known as lilia calderu, doesn't take a liking to your attitude. things get heated and tense between the two of you, and you call her and her work a joke. lilia decides to show you just how much of a joke her craft can be.

[jubshead]

Only they could make me develop a daddy kink

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 2

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THE LITTLE FLOWER POPPIN. THE M'LADY

seems like agatha is having An Emotion

but look! look! rio is once again being super special extra on purpose!! because if she just strolled in agatha would be overwhelmed and run away again. so what does rio do??? she corners her with a grand zombie entrance!!! the more over the top she acts, the more agatha is in her element and comfortable interacting. and in this case, angry is a better start than sad. all part of rio's Brilliant 66-Steps-Plan To Win Her Wife Back™ (or was it 666?)

her face omg

oooh are you mad??? are you big mad at little ol' me???????

agatha is like nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope

imagine being aubrey plaza and being born so effortlessly cool. she's cool even when she's awkward dear lord

jen and alice: kinda stunned by both her hotness and her weirdness

lilia: VADE RETRO SATAN (lilia's spider senses are already tingling)

will I ever be over the fact that Death is just one particularly powerful green witch?? that she's a gentle if odd girl who grows plants and flowers and mushrooms and is called the River of Life??? that she is the embodiment of life in all her forms? that decay and regrowth are all part of the same natural cycle? that the hardest and most inexplicable thing a living being can go through is also the most reassuringly organic and normal???

have I already said "i love you patti lupone" today?

we're off to see the wizarrrrd. her cute peter pan outfit!

what do we think, billy? does she want to talk about it, or does she have the emotional maturity of a baby ostrich?

same girls, same

whoa there ladies, calm down. I'm already taken

lilia is also having an Emotion. it must be pretty weird to realize that your mortal foe is this hot

alice going NOPE when she sees her mom's house. the leaves are red alice, honey. it's your turn.

(does the back of rio's jacket look like a ribcage?)

it's going to be fine baby. your friends are all here. you can do this. deep breaths.

fire moon! fire moon! fire moon! oh this is my favorite trial

*grabs the mike* WOULD

from right to left: would, would, would, would, would, oh hi joe

rio: BITCH I AM?!?!?!?!?!?!? (everyone say thank you costume department)

the Road isn't subtle, BILLY.

sure, there wasn't enough sexual tension already, let's add side boobs, shall we? and rio being like hey agatha, hey agatha, hey. guess what. I'm here again agatha. you're not gonna get rid of me this time agatha.

I keep thinking that every reflection agatha comes across is a "te veo". and even when rio isn't there she is watching from mirrors and from puddles.

OH MY GAWD AGATHA how can you expect me to cope when you look around to make sure nobody is watching and then you lean in so so so sclose and then you say no with such a deep soulful voice and so much intimacy and such quiet anger and not one lil hint of clownery. I AM ABOUT TO GO FERAL

agatha around rio is like, mind screaming in anguish and body screaming in horny. lethal combination

lilia who's been trying and failing for centuries and centuries to come to terms with the violence human beings inflict on whoever is different

if there is one thing a broadway pro is trained to do is making people cry while wearing increasingly stupid wigs

JEN SEEING MASKS BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HIDES BEHIND THE MONSTER THAT BOUND HER

fletwood mac?!?!!?!?!?!?!? in this economy?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I cannot handle much more of this, my emotions are raw and fragile and tender as it is already!!!!!!!!

oh, alice.

well this episode is making me feel like agatha: sad and horny. weird vibe but okay.

go to episode 4 part 3