#this story will have two endings!

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1538

Chapter 25:

The teenager opened the package, and while you were busy placing the board on the low coffee table, he grabbed the instruction book.

He started to flip the pages, searching for the instructions on your language. "Uh, Spanish, Chinese...Ah, English." You all focused on him. "Okay... Number one, do not use the Ouija board alone. Number two, do not speak over each other... three! Do not taunt the spirits. "

Everyone looked at Agatha.

"What?" She exclaimed, feeling offended by the common assumption that she would be foolish enough to actually taunt spirits.

Well, it depended on which spirit would be unlucky enough to be chosen for this trial.

"I repeat, do not taunt the spirits. Fourth, do not ask about death. Five, always end your session with goodbye. Six, do not, under any circumstances, remove your hand from the planchette. If you do so, a spirit will be released."

Silence enveloped the group, none sure what to say or when to start. Sure, the clock was ticking but contacting spirits... spirits that can easily escape if they mess it up...

Lilia noticed that there was something written on the back of the book as well. "What does it say on the back?"

Teen flipped it over. "For ages three and up."

"Helpful," you commented, and everyone moved to grab pillows since you had to sit on the floor around the low coffee table.

You dropped a pillow on the space by Agatha's right, but as you went to sit, your lover pulled it even closer to her.

You glanced at her, seeing the faint fear and hesitaton in her blue eyes. She was scared, hesitating, and you did not blame her; considering she was now a powerless woman with a lot of angry dead enemies.

You said nothing as you took your seat, your folded legs brushing against her bare thigh. You placed your leg on her skin beneath the table, offering a comforting squeeze as everyone joined; Rio sitting by youth right left, leaving you trapped between the two witches.

With some hesitation, you all placed your hands on the pendulum.

"Mother, Maiden, Crone," Agatha started, making you glance at her since she voiced the three fates at the wrong order. She ignored you as she continued. "Spirits be known."

Suddenly, the pendulum started to move on it's own; freaking out Alice and Jen in the process, though something was telling you that someone alive was moving it.

"Is someone here with us during this Witching Hour?" Agatha asked as the pendulum was dragged across the board towards one word.

"Yes." Jen read, surprised.

"All right. And who, may I ask, do we have the pleasure of communing with?"

The pendulum moved again, moving from letter to the other; dragging you all with it as everyone did their best not to remove their fingers from it, aware of the warning.

"M, R, S, H, A, R, T." Teen spelt.

Jen gasped. "Mrs. Hart?" She then started to look around and up, feeling worried and still guilty that maybe she was mostly at fault for her death. "Hey, girl, feeling better? How's your face?"

Lilia glared at them. "No taunting."

Suddenly, the pendulum was pulled sharply, and fingers were removed from it, breaking one of the rules.

Seconds later, Agatha started to act odd, spinning her head and ponytail in an overdramatic fashion.

By instinct alone, you moved faintly away just as Agatha stopped; subconsciously pressing your body closer to Rio's. Agatha, then, stood up, a creepy odd smile on her face that was unlike her.

"Oh, my." Agatha started, speaking in a voice that was not hers. This one was rather squeaky. "What a journey." She sighed. "There I was, living my tiny life in the burbs, baking casseroles, linking in to conspiracy theories on Facebook, drinking before noon, and there you were bringing chills and thrills and bringing on my own early demise!"

Jen shallowed hard.

"Listen, Mrs. Hart..." she started, only to be interrupted by Alice.

"She's not Mrs. Hart." She corrected her fellow witch.

"She's Sharon Davis." Teen reminded everyone.

You frowned, seeing right through the act. First, the wrong beginning and now, the human woman spelling a different name on the Ouija board than her actual name.

"I am. I'm Sharon Davis." A 'possessed,' Agatga said.

In the end, you let out a heavy sigh. "She is not Mrs. Davis, she is Agatha. "

To your surprise, Lilia backed you up. "Yeah." She agreed.

"What?" Agatha questioned and faked giggle.

"She's just scared." Rio pointed out, making Agatha lose that creepy smile.

She cleared her throat. "Okay. I thought that was pretty good."

"The clock is ticking." Jen reminded her in her usual not so friendly tone.

Rio tapped Agatha's empty space, silently telling her to sit down and get over it.

In the end, Agatha obeyed and defeated placed her hands on the pendulum along with the others.

"Maiden, Mother, Crone," she started, this time using the correct order. "Spirits be known." Suddenly, there was a rustling sound coming from the ceiling. "Who is here with us tonight?"

The pendulum started to move above the letters, and everyone started to read the letters out loud.

D, E, A, T, H.

"Death." Teen exclaimed as Rio started to laugh like a maniac, earning different looks from the others around her.

You only rolled your eyes at the drama but quickly focused on the board as the spirit awaited its next question.

"What do you want?" Agatha asked, trying to remain calm, but her nerves were slowly getting the best of her.

The pendulum started to move again.

P U, N, I, S, H.

"Who do you wanna punish?"

Everyone started to read the letters out loud. "A, G, A...T, H...A... A, G, A, T, H, A..."

The same name was repeated again and again, each time the pendulum being dragged with even more force, almost making you fall on Alice and her on you as it continued.

Despite the begs, no one could stop it, and in the end; fear won over Agatha... and she pulled back.

"Agatha!" The Witches exclaimed as she had fallen and crawled away from the table, fear evident in her blue eyes.

"Fuck" you exclaimed as you were the first to stand up, the others following suit.

Agatha had pulled her hands back, meaning that whatever spirit was contacting them was now loose and clearly having a vendetta against Agatha.

You looked around in alarm, waiting for anything that might warn you of an incoming attack; though you were not sure what to expect.

You had never participated in any kind of spirit communication ritual or anything related to spirits. Not to mention, you had never fought any spirit or ghost before; thus, you were unsure if there was something you could actually do.

Unless someone knew how to exorcise them and maybe have confidently enough salt with them for any kind of ritual that might offer you the upper hand.

"What do they want?" Alice questioned as the witches gathered close by while Agatha remained on the floor, trying to hide the fact that she looked like a frightened little girl in front of them just a second ago.

Jen placed a hand on her waist. "They already told us. Punish Agatha!"

You immediately glared at her. Your hard stare continued and even went to the rest of the coven as they all started to suggest ways of punishing Agatha physically and emotionally.

Ropes, wounds, humiliations...

You almost snapped and attacked them at their words.

"Are you listening to yourselves?!" You exclaimed, your voice coming out louder than normal and drawing their attention.

"Come on, Y/N. The spirit told us what to do. It's how we pass the trial, " Jen argued.

To their surprise and not, you moved to stand between them and the fallen Agatha. "Fuck the spirit. This is not how we pass the trial"

"It's not like we will hurt her," Alice argued, trying to find the middle ground.

"I still think we should slit her throat," Rio commented, holding her knife, which had been changed into a box cutter to fit with the theme.

"I am still up for the rope and humiliation part," Jen voiced.

"When people ask me why I don't have female friends.." Agatha commented, trying not to show how affected she was by the fact that she was about to be betrayed by a coven, her coven, for a second time.

"No one will be harming Agatha in any way" you put your foot down, your temper flaring faintly and your magic was slowly coming alive in your hands; making the witches to look at you in surprise and slight fear.

Thankfully, there was one more person in the group who did not wish for the punishment to take place... Teen.

"But we were getting along, weren't we? We were clicking. There was unity." He argued.

Jen lifted a finger. "Familiars don't get a vote." She commented, earning a dark look that was unlike him.

Suddenly, the power went out, and the cabin was filled with darkness. It was then that Lilia noticed something.

"Where did she go?" Lilia asked, making everyone realise that Agatha had disappeared into thin air.

Chapter 26

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[l-just-want-to-see]

pjo/hoo/toa + the cycle

The Lightning Thief / Growing Sideways, Noah Kahan / Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, Ilya Repin + Saturn Devouring His Son, Goya + Saturn, Rubens / The Blood of Olympus / The Family Jewels, MARINA / The Last Olympian / The Sea of Monsters / The Family Jewels / Orestes Pursued by the Furies, Bouguereau / The Hidden Oracle / Apollo and Marsyas, Manfredi / In The Blood, John Mayer / The Sea of Monsters / The Combat of Ares and Athena, Jacques Louis David / The Family Jewels / Mark of Athena / The Combat of Ares and Athena / The Lightning Thief / Family Line, Conan Gray / Cronos and Rhea, Schinkel / The Lightning Thief / The Blood of Olympus / In The Blood / The Last Olympian / Chronos and His Child, Romanelli / Desireé Dellagiacomo / The Lightning Thief / Family Line / The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel + The Last Day of Pompeii, Bryullov / The Blood of Olympus / The Outcast, Botticelli / Glass, Irony and God, Anna Carson / House of Hades / Family Line / The Last Olympian / The Lament for Icarus, Herbert Draper + Sacrifice of Iphigenia, Roman School + Minerva and Arachne, Houasse + Venus Induces Helen to Fall in Love with Paris, Kauffmann / The Last Olympian / Hadestown / The Lightning Thief / apple, Charli xcx / The Last Olympian / I Would Leave Me If I Could, Halsey / The Sea of Monsters / ? / LET YOUR DAD DIE ENERGY DRINK, Lavery and Corrigan / The Last Olympian / Eat Your Young, Hozier / The Last Olympian / Orpheus and the Bacchantes, Lazzarini / The Blood of Olympus / Susan Smith, wych elm / Orpheus and the Bacchantes / The Burning Maze / ? / The Tyrant’s Tomb / Perseus Freeing Andromeda, Veronese / Abduction of Psyche, Bouguereau + Bacchus and Ariadne, Van Loo / The Tower of Nero / The Tower of Nero / The Tower of Nero

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i love the DLC man

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At your side [End of Season 2]

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[thefloatingstone]

Appleseed PDA montage to save you from reading endless pages of unimportant politics that don't amount to anything

also because I have nothing better to do, I'm bored, I'm moody, my gaming laptop is still broken so no BG3, and it's too late at night to start drawing after doing animation clean-up all day.

[choccy-milky]

I can imagine Clora reading the "Final Problem" where Sherlock "DIES" and being depressed for like a month and sending hate mail to Conan Doyle while Sebastian tries to cheer her up.

THATS SO FUNNY YOU SENT THIS BECAUSE I LITERALLY DECIDED THE SAME THING A WHILE BACK BAHAHA i plan to mention it in my fic too

seb would 1000% find clora crying during their seventh year when "the final problem" is published LMAOO and he'd freak out wondering whats wrong. and when i read about how tons of doyles' fans sent him hate mail and were outraged i was like yup, clora would've been one of them BAHAHA. ["Obituaries for Holmes appeared everywhere. Petitions were signed and “Keep Holmes Alive” clubs were formed."] CLORA WOULD HAVE FORMED ONE OF THOSE CLUBS TOO LMFAOO

all the outrage made doyle resurrect sherlock a decade later, so that also means when they're older + married + have kids, clora's just gonna burst into the room one day and be like "HES ALIIIIVEEE!!!!!!!" BAHAHHAA clora's hate mail to arthur conan doyle is what brought back sherlock, CONFIRMED!!💯💪✨

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[divorcedfiddleford]

and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[muffinlance]

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED

Hey while AO3 is down

Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)

Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others

Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button

MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP

>>> Linkie link <<<

Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED

...Until next they are needed

If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.

To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)

Happy reading!

[neon-catarina]

no the actual trial and error from making 1 drawing from 1 song is crazy

[lukasdoodles]

So! Here are the sketches for the mcsm stickers i wanna make! I might do more characters in the future (Starting with the 1st place winners of This Poll!) I'm also contemplating making these into keychains, we'll see! I just wanna gauge how many of yall would be interested in these, so here's another poll lol

Thanks again to everyone's support while i've worked on these! I'll continue with the art regardless, bc they're cute, but again thanks yall! If you have any more comments or ideas feel free to let me know :3

[grimfantas]

i'd love to dry my tears as pain disappears.

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[thatswhatsushesaid]

psa that the day there are no jgy stans left on tumblr dot com is the day i am dead

but rest assured i'll go to my grave exactly as i lived: obnoxiously proclaiming to everyone within earshot how great lianfang-zun is. narratively, metaphorically, spiritually. sexually, too, like why limit myself. i like to keep my options open

[reunitedinterlude]

lofi phantasy: the album

track 20: box boys