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toodleoorblx · 7 months ago

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Natural Order

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Word count: 2,213

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Summary: Agatha, Lilia, and Alice meet the Witch Healer.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - /?

Warnings: cursing, angst.

A/N: So... I'm sorry this took em so long to update, I've been busy lately. But hopefully I'll be back with chpt 10 quickly.

Enjoy toodles! <3

Chapter 9

Outskirts of Pennsylvania 2023

Agatha, Alice, and Lilia sit gathered around Lilia’s fortune-telling table. The tablecloth is a deep shade of purple, and a crystal ball rests in the center, catching the dim light filtering through the curtains. Lilia fixes Alice with a curious gaze.

“And who are you supposed to be? You with the police?” Lilia asks, her tone holding genuine curiosity rather than hostility.

“Alice, Alice Gulliver, and yes I am but I’m also a witch.” Alice replies, her voice steady.

Lilia nods in acknowledgment before turning her attention back to the group. “So, ladies, what's so urgent?” Lilia's eyes narrow, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.

Agatha takes a deep breath, her expression agitated. “My… son…” She pauses, choosing her words carefully. “He's been on a little killing spree, targeting young witches and draining their magic.”

“Killing hundreds, might I add.” Alice gives agatha an annoyed look. In which prompts Agatha to mouth ‘fuck you.’

Lilia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and she leans back in her chair, processing the information. “Well, I must say, that's quite unexpected,” she remarks with a heavy sigh. “I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. I mean, I knew that he has powerful parents, but damn, hundreds?”

Alice adds in, her voice tense with frustration. “I’ve been trying to track him down, but he's elusive. And he doesn't bother to hide his victims.”

Lilia nods, absorbing the information. “And have you actually seen him doing it?”

“Yes. And I gotta say…” Alice glares at Agatha and crosses her arms. “It reminded me of someone.”

Agatha scoffs and rolls her eyes. When will Alice let it go?

“Do either of you have any theories? Theories on what he could be doing?”

“Nope.”

“I… don't know,” Agatha surprises herself. It's not often she admits uncertainty. She doesn't like it.

“Well dearies, I’ll gladly help in any way I can.” Lilia smiles. “Once we catch him, what are we going to do with the stolen magic and… him?”

Agatha can sense Alice tense up. “Give the magic, restore the dead. Obviously. Right Agatha?” Alice faces Agatha and flashes a passive-aggressive smile.

Agatha presses her lips into a thin line, her gaze unwavering. She doesn't plan on taking any magic for herself. But… how deserving were they if they were weak enough to get their magic stolen?

“Fine,” she spits, though her conviction wavers.

Alice nods slowly, seemingly okay with the answer. “And about Nicholas… it's undecided.”

Lilia readjusts in her seat. “What's the plan?”

Alice perks up, turning to Lilia with a determined expression. Her body language eases a bit. “So the first thing we did was check any grimoires and texts. Check if any of them mention spells that require that much raw magic. The books I found didn't have any mention of any incantation that requires such magic. So-”

“You never had any of my books, darling,” Agatha interjects, a smirk gracing her lips as she wiggles her eyebrows. Agatha has stolen so many texts she didn't know what to do with some of them. So they just collected dust on her shelf. They were just trophies of her past victories and possessions. She read them, but after that, never used them again. Alice narrows her eyes and licks her lips, her foot tapping impatiently.

“What do your books have that mine don't?”

“Well, let's see, I am a self-sabotaging, knowledge-obsessed hag that steals knowledge and… you're not. If there's a book that mentions such a spell, I'll have it.” Agatha says confidently.

Alice takes a glance at Lilia, who shrugs.

The pink witch sighs. “Then where are your books?”

“In my basement. Back in Westview.”

“Whatever. Fine. After that, we get my partner and head to the magic healer.”

“Magic healer?” Lilia asks. “Whose magic needs healing?”

“....Mine,” Agatha says reluctantly.

Lilia cackles. “This will be fun.”

After retrieving some of Agatha’s books, they head to the healer, where apparently Alice's partner is waiting for them.

The drive is quiet, save for Lilia’s stories and tales that Agatha has heard many times before. Alice seems invested though, occasionally nodding and glancing back. Agatha hasn't seen Lilia in the better part of three years, but old friends can go decades without seeing each other. She met Lilia when the magicless witch was in her 20’s. Now Lilia is in her 70’s. They quickly became friends, but Agatha's call for power came and distanced them location wise. They saw each other when they could, but after decades, Agatha distanced herself emotionally.

But that was the influence of the Darkhold. She doesn't know what her life would have become if she had never opened it. She tries not to think about it too much.

As they arrive at a New York apartment building, Agatha can't shake the feeling of a familiar presence somewhere nearby. It's a tug at her dormant magic, a subtle yet undeniable sensation that sends a shiver down her spine.

Alice quickly opens a pocket dimension and teleports the texts away. "Alright. Before we go in there," Alice turns to face Agatha, who looks at her with a mix of confusion and apprehension. "Promise to not… make a problem."

Agatha raises an eyebrow, her arms crossed defensively. "I’d need to know what's there to make a problem about beforehand, dear."

Alice hesitates, her expression betraying a hint of guilt. Agatha senses something off, but she can't quite put her finger on it. "Just... This is important," Alice urges, her tone earnest.

Agatha's lips purse skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she studies Alice. She clicks her tongue in annoyance but eventually relents with a sigh. "Fine."

"Thank you." Alice says, her tone filled with genuine concern as she leads the way. Agatha and Lilia exchange a questioning glance before following closely behind Alice, their curiosity piqued.

Alice knocks on the healer's door, one hand in her pocket. Lilia stands on her left, impatiently tapping her foot. Agatha cracks a small smile at Lilia's visible boredom.

"Alright, so before you meet—"

The door swings open, revealing a taller woman with brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her gaze immediately falls on Alice, and a broad smile lights up her face.

"Ali! I wasn't expecting you so soon!" she beams, pulling Alice into a crushing hug and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. Agatha's eyebrow arches in surprise as she slips her hands into her pockets. She licks her lips and clears her throat, effectively ending Alice's and her partner's greeting.

Alice glances back at Lilia and Agatha, a meek expression on her face. "Sorry, um, this is Lilia Calderu," she gestures to the magicless witch. "And—"

"Agatha Harkness. Pleasure's all yours, my dear," Agatha interjects coolly, raising her hand in a lazy wave, a small smirk playing on her lips as Alice rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, and Agatha. Anyway, this is—"

"Her girlfriend Jennifer," the taller woman smiles and nods hello.

"So you're the 'partner,'" Agatha uses air quotes, "Alice was talking about." Alice grumbles something unintelligible.

"I'd hope so." There's a beat of awkward silence. Then another beat. God's Agatha hates introductions. Jennifer breaks the silence, "I'm sorry, come in, please," she huffs an awkward laugh as she steps aside for the trio to enter.

Agatha is the last to enter after Lilia, and the familiar scent of honey and citrus hits her immediately. It burns her nose, bringing with it a flood of memories. Memories of her.

The apartment's walls are exposed brick with industrial piping on the ceiling and some on the walls. The high ceiling and large windows offer a view of the city, while the shelves filled with books—some familiar, some not—add a touch of scholarly charm. The warm lighting creates a cozy atmosphere, and the colorful decor is accentuated by an abundance of plants. Among them, one stands out to Agatha.

The moonflower.

Her favorite.

Agatha tries to ignore the familiarity and distract herself. She clears her throat, running a hand through her raven mane, her fingers getting caught midway through the many tangles. She can't lie—she sometimes forgets to care for her hair. With a sigh, she turns to face the group of witches gathered in the earthy kitchen. Lilia is examining the plants with a curious eye, while Jennifer and Alice chat animatedly about something. Agatha feels overwhelmed, not just by the apartment but by the memories it holds. She remembers it all, despite her efforts to forget. The dark witch clears her throat; it feels dry and scratchy. “So, Jennifer, are you the so-called witch doctor?” she rasps, rolling her eyes for added effect.

Jennifer is about to respond, but someone else speaks first.

“No, but I am. She's my apprentice.”

Agatha’s form tenses. That voice.

The voice she worshiped. The voice of the most powerful love she’s ever known. The voice of her old self. The voice she abandoned. The voice she recklessly left.

Agatha gulps, her heart racing. She slowly turns around and faces her. And there she is, everything she ever was. The chestnut brown hair Agatha used to braid and brush is now tied back in a lazy low bun that somehow still looks magnificent. Her perfect brown eyes are focused on a clipboard she’s holding. Her tan skin glows in the warm lighting. She's wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into black slacks, with a gray cardigan draped over her shoulders.

Her eyes meet Agatha’s, and the dark witch’s breath hitches in her throat. She grips the counter until her knuckles turn white, her lips pressed into a thin line. She clenches her jaw in silenced fear. She’s genuinely afraid of Rio—afraid of what she will see, of what she can do. Memories of those eyes flood her mind, pushing her to the breaking point. Rio has already ruined her once.

Those eyes, so piercing and profound, have the power to strip away her defenses, to lay her bare. Agatha feels the familiar sting of vulnerability, the terror of reliving past pains. She can almost hear Rio's voice from the past, feel her touch, the weight of their shared history pressing down on her. Every emotion, every wound, every moment they shared crashes over her like a relentless wave.

Past

“Aggie!”

Agatha wakes up groggily, her head heavy, her body fighting to move a muscle. Her chemise is slightly damp from the cold sweat thinly coating her skin. She has overworked her body yet again. The Darkhold is the only reason her body hasn’t given out completely; it’s her final wall of defense. Slowly, she turns her head toward the voice.

She half-opens her tired blue eyes, meeting her love’s worried gaze. The green witch's eyebrows crease, and her smile is tinged with concern. Her brown hair cascades down her shoulders, and her button-up top and mens pants Rio had tailored herself, fit her figure perfectly

Agatha cracks a small smile at Rio’s creativeness.

Rio’s face softens as she walks up to her lover, gently taming the mess on Agatha's head and stroking it tenderly.

Agatha closes her eyes, reveling in the soothing feeling of Rio’s touch. It exponentially calms her anxiety.

“Little iris, I need you to take care of Nicholas. I need to tend to the garden for a while,” Rio announces quietly.

Nicholas is turning one soon, and it terrifies Agatha. She doesn’t know how to care for people. Even Rio knows this. Yet, she believes Agatha will be a great mother, despite Agatha's concerns.

Rio is naturally caring. She helps those in need and, contrary to Agatha’s own logic, empowers the helpless. When Agatha found out Rio was pregnant, she had a panic attack. All her childhood worries, fears, and pains came flooding back, hitting her like a storm. She doesn't want to fail her son. She so wants to be there for him, but… she knows, in the end, she won't be. One way or another, the shell fails.

‘So leave then.’ Those are the words the Darkhold has been whispering for a while now, weaving itself more and more into her life.

She tries to ignore it. She really does.

“And you’re sure you can't take him with you?” Agatha asks.

Rio smiles sadly. “It's hot out, and he needs to spend time with you.”

“But what if—”

“I know you're scared, my love. But he needs you as much as he needs me.” Agatha wants to roll her eyes at that but refrains.

“Rio, I'm not… I’m not good at this.”

“That’s like you telling me you’re not good at being you.” Rio giggles, taking the dark witch's face in her hands and making Agatha open her eyes to meet Rio’s loving gaze. “He loves you for you.”

Agatha gulps. “I’m not good enough.”

“I promise you. You’re more than enough. You’re the best mother he could ask for. Once he learns how to talk, of course.”

Agatha giggles at that, but despite all of Rio’s praise...

She was wrong.

Rio’s face falls into a small frown. They stare at each other for what feels like years, just taking each other in.

“Agatha,”

“Rio.” Agatha’s voice is barely above a whisper, the name feels foreign on her tongue.

She feels incredibly small.

#agatha harkness #mcu #spotify #agatha harkness x rio vidal #darkness #rio vidal #marvel #heartbreak #magic #nature #Spotify

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tamama-the-keronian · 3 months ago

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Magic 8-Ball costume for Toodles

#dandys world #dandy's world toodles #toodles :3

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lady06reaper · 1 year ago

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A Lil Too Quiet

Just something I whipped up while on a South Park craze

Mostly based off of South Park The Fractured But Whole

GN used

word count: 1372

TW: cussing, chaos, suggestiveness towards the very end

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“I just… How?”

“What the fuck?”

“ACK- My brain hurts trying to understand how this happened.”

“Don’t ask, I don’t even know myself,” I said as I was tied upside down with Mysterion who was in the same rope bundle as I am.

“Fucking cut us down!” The edgelord yelled.

~AT THE FREEDOM PALS HQ~

Human Kite, Tool Shed, Wonder Tweek, Mysterion, and I walked down the stairs to HQ. I sat down on my chair that I claimed with my many stab wounds etched into the fabric. Mysterion leaned against said chair, and everyone surrounded us with confused looks waiting for an answer. Prof. Timothy came through the crowd looking at Mysterion and I.

“The internet was so quiet while you two were out on patrol, a little too quiet for what happens when you two are on patrol. That’s why I sent Human Kite, Tool Shed, and Wonder Tweek out to find you two to see what was going on. Care to explain?” Prof. Timothy could’ve just easily read our minds but no, he wants us to say what happened like two little kids with a broken vase and a ball at our feet.

“Ask them, they were the one with the ‘most brilliant idea ever known to man’,” Mysterion gave me a side eye.

“It would’ve been if someone didn’t distract me!” I threw the shade right back at Mysterion. “I have been working on my ulti-bomb for months! Perfecting it down to the T and you just had to ask what I was doing!” I threw my arms up in the air in frustration.

“What the hell is a ulti-bomb?” Human Kite questioned with a confused look on his face. Everyone shared the same look, he just had the gusto to actually ask.

“You remember all the drugs and alcohol that Conner put that cheesing shit in? Well I looked all over town for some and finally found it, combining it with my gunpowder, made with half lead and half homemade drugs, and a trash can with 8-inch mortars (A/N a mortar is a really big firework that they use for big firework shows and are generally illegal) welded around it, I created the ulti-bomb.”

Everyone looked at me like I just killed their dog, concerned looks and shocked expressions were shot my way.

“So what were you going to do with your creation?” Timothy questioned rather cautiously.

“Let me start at the beginning.”

~A FEW HOURS BEFORE~

I had just escaped out my bedroom window onto the bush down below, making sure all the branches and leaves were off of me. I headed to Jimbo’s guns to get my lighter which was really a flame thrower rigged with diesel and kerosene instead of gasoline. Having that equipped I headed to where I had the ulti-bomb stored, and that's when I got caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” A raspy voice from up above asked. I looked up only to see Mysterion giving me an angry look.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to light my ulti-bomb and go on a joy-ride around town ultimately landing in Starks pond. I have it all planned out, Edgelord, so you can just toodle off and go do your emo shit,” I waved him off and grabbed the rope/fuse to drag the ulti-bomb to the fire site I had cleared out.

“I am not letting you blow up the town with your homemade borderline terrorist bomb!” Mysterion jumped in front of me blocking my path.

“I’m not going to blow up the town, I have the science down to where it’ll be more like a bottle rocket going up, then when I’m above the pond it’ll blow up in all pretty colors, like Aurora Borealis, and then it’ll go into the water so it doesn’t relight and then blow up the whole town,” I said matter of factly.

“And what’s that on your back?”

“A flamethrower to light the ulti-bomb, you can’t use a normal lighter or it won’t work.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Mysterion cocked his head to the side.

“It wouldn’t follow the path I had formulated it to, it just might blow the town up,” I thought about this town going up in flames, how many drug dens would be busted. But if that did happen I would be screwed.

A local walked by holding a cigarette, he mumbled something along the lines of ‘fucking weird ass teens these days’. He dropped the still lighted cigarette bud right by some of the excess rope that laid on the ground. I heard a hiss and looked behind me to see the fuse lit and making its way towards the ulti-bomb.

“Oh fuck,” I said calmly. Before the bomb had time to go on its uncoordinated path, I grabbed Mysterion and jolted towards the bomb. Using what rope didn’t get lighted I tied us to the bomb and told Mysterion to hold on tight.

The ulti-bomb shot off the ground straight up, we both screamed our heads off. I could hear the cheesed drugs and alcohol inside the trash can combining with each other, I took my knife from its sheath and cut the rope that tied us to the ulti-bomb. We fell, plummeting towards the ground, before that happened I used the homemade flamethrower to push us away from the ground up towards a nearby building. The rope that tied us together caught on a flagpole, we got jerked by the rope before we hit a dumpster.

“No no no!” I shouted before looking up. The ulti-bomb blew up, and instead of the Aurora Borealis it was a bunch of middle fingers, dicks, vaginas, and boobs in the sky. “God damn it! The fucking tobacco messed it all up! Or maybe it was the nicotine? I’ll have to start from scratch and experiment more.”

“You vandalized the sky, we’re tied upside down, and you’re worried about making another one!? What the fuck is wrong with you!” Mysterion screamed in my ear, I moved my head as far away as I could to prevent ear damage.

“No need to yell when I’m right here!” I screamed right back.

~MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN ON SOME RANDOM ROOF~

“Where are they?” Human Kite asked out loud while landing by Tool Shed and Wonder Tweek.

“Who knows? Maybe they’re making out somewhere,” Tool Shed said.

“Or-or maybe, ACK-, they’re dead in an alley somewhere! Oh jeez!” Wonder Tweek freaked out at the thought of his two Freedom Pals dead somewhere.

Before anyone could say anything else, they heard a big *FWOOSH*. They looked up to see the metallic of the trash can glittering in the moonlight with two people falling down from it. The big boom drew their attention away, when they looked up, all they saw was middle fingers, dicks, vaginas, and boobs lighting up the sky.

“Found one,” Tool Shed remarked.

“And when there’s one, the other is bound to follow,” Human Kite finished.

~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~

Everyone was astonished at my story, wide eyes and opened mouths filled my vision when I looked at my fellow Freedom Pals.

“So basically you were trying to create an artificial Northern Lights? Aw, that's really sweet,” Professor Chaos said with a soft tone.

“Yes, I must agree with Chaos, that was really nice of you (super hero name),” Professor Timothy agreed.

“It would’ve been but no, someone just had to let that rando flick his cigarette bud towards the fuse,” I got up from my chair and looked Mysterion dead in the eyes.

“How was I to know that that would’ve happened?” Mysterion looked at me as well.

“I didn’t even know that that was going to happen. Well, back to the drawing board,” I started towards my lab, but was stopped when my hood was grabbed.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re coming with me,” Kenny dragged me by my hood towards the stairs, up to who knows where to most likely do things.

(A/N you can decide what the things are ;). Lemme know if y’all want a pt 2/continuation of this. Thanks for reading! Don’t do stupid shit with proper safety!)

#south park x reader #mysterion #south park #chaos #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

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everything-is-dandys · 4 months ago

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would you like a weird fucking 8 ball . his name is mangosteen

...No, no I would not like him. And, Language, but, thank you anyway!

...Looks like Toodles, almost...

#🌻dandy speaks 🌈

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magicalellafontaine · 8 months ago

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Ask Meme 1: 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 15 - Ask Meme 2: 4, 10, 16, 18, 20, 26 - Ask Meme 3: 15, 16, 17, 18, 10, 21

Ask Meme 1: 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 15

What did you dream about last night?

I dreamed about Sally (*blushes*) that we were dancing at a ball, and that we were both princesses. It was cute.

Do you feel more connected to the moon or the sun?

Good question, where Dandelion is my sun, I'm more of a moon person?

Have you ever wished on a shooting star? - death tw

countless of times, I wished my mother would get better, my father would safely return, that prince charming would swift me away from my stepmother and stepsisters. But sometimes wishes upon stars don't come true, and you get something better.

Do you believe in guardian angels?

I do.

What’s a smell that reminds you of home? - death tw

When my parents were still alive, it was the varnish they put on the furniture and old book pages. When I lived with my stepmother it was ash, and now I'm with Sally it's orange juice in the mornings.

Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.

Well, I got a girlfriend this year, which is the joy I've currently been feeling. @sallytheseamstress

Ask Meme 2: 4, 10, 16, 18, 20, 26

What is your dream? (And you don't have to answer this out loud but what steps can you take towards it?)

To work for Vogue, or dior.

What would you rather be doing right now?

Lazing around on my couch, but as a mother, you have a lot to do and so little time, especially as a single parent, luckily I have sally to help me when I have it rough.

A food you want to try?

Paella

What or who has had the biggest impact on your life?

My mother, she taught me to be courageous and kind no matter what.

At what age do you wish you could (even temporarily) return to with all of your knowledge intact?

I'd want to be ten again, and hold my mother one last time before she passed away, tell her everything will turn alright in the end. And that I'll make her proud one day.

Hum the first thing that comes to mind. What was it?

HMM HMMM HMM HMMMMMMMM

the story of us - taylor swift

Ask Meme 3: 15, 16, 17, 18, 10, 21

What kind of weather do you like the best?

snow, Dandelion was born on a snowy day, so therefore I like the snow.

Talk about something you love?

Well, it comes as no surprise that I love fashion, graduated as a fashion student in college, but my true passion lies in the design of shoes. Rather than suits and dresses.

What is something you are scared to do, but absolutely should?

enter the attic, it holds a piece of my darker past but it also would make for an ideal place for a play room for dandelion. I'm still divided if I want her up there.

Share with us a recipe?

Talk about something you are working on?

Why talk about it if i can just show you ;)

I've designed these for Elsa.

What are you currently reading? Give us a quote if you like?

Romancing mister Bridgerton

“His love hadn’t been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he’d reached this moment, and he suddenly knew.

He loved her."

Well I hope that answered all you wished to know about me - toodles

#death tw #sickness tw #[ASK MEME]#[MEME]#[ELLA FONTAINE]#[ELSABETH ARENDELLE]#[SALLY FINKELSTEIN]#[DANDELION FONTAINE]#[ELLA]#[ELSABETH]#[ELSA]#[SALLY]#[DANDELION]#[FROZEN]#[CINDERELLA]#[NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS]#[HAPPIESTPLACEHQ]#[BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOO BOUTIQUE]#[ANON]

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