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continuing my generational run of ill fortune, last night i was on the blog, switched to ao3 for ten minutes, and when i switched back, my blog of a decade and a half was terminated with no warning or explanation. sigh. i'm rambling over here until the situation is resolved; gotta scratch the itch somehow.
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*from inside your walls* you already know what i want 😈😂🥰
I meeeeaaan you might actually be more interested in "prompt fill" but! I'll take an educated guess you want the mommy fic (oh no) (and if I guessed wrong let me know!) Here's the setup:
“Okaaay,” April said when her eyes adjusted to the dark. “I don’t hate this but also, why.” “You seemed pretty happy having that woman’s hands all over you.” April laughed, confused. “What? You mean – Ann?” Jen shrugged. “If that’s her name.” “You bitch,” April said, fond. “It’s turning me on. Quick, make out with me. Wait, is that what this is?” “What this is,” Jen said, “is me asking you if you liked it?” April’s expression turned a little wary. “I’m… not sure what the right answer here is.” “There’s no right answer but the truth, baby girl.” … “Did you like her hands on you? I saw you reacting. All that squirming away from it. So transparent – to me, anyway. You wanted more.” April’s eyes were darkening in that way they did, sharpening with the wary lust that was simmering under her skin and simultaneously obscuring some of her thoughts from Jen. A belated effort, and one that was being soothed in real time by the hypnotic back and forth of Jen’s thumb on the bare skin of her upper arm. “It’s not like that with Ann,” she said finally; the truth. “Then what’s it like?” Jen murmured.
trick or treat!
For this writer's ask game
Sorry, it's late!
This is just a snippet that was going through my head! (Started out as post musing on a thought. So this is more concept writing than a story-story!)
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It occurred to me that Billy’s been uncomfortably witness to Agatha and Rio’s intimate moments two times now.
If it happens a third time, Death will dropkick Billy into a different dimension.
Death will retrieve him because Agatha will demand Rio return Billy to Earth.
(Not that Agatha cares for the Teen or anything).
It isn’t any better on Billy’s end either, it’s not like he asked to be in that situation both times.
The first time Agatha as Agnes tied him up and stashed him in a literal closet.
And then Rio exploded Agatha’s front door, and then Rio proceeded to kick Agatha’s ass and it turned weird. He’d rather forget he ever saw Actual Personification of Death lick Agatha’s hand.
The second time Billy thought he was saving Agatha’s life— and then she double crossed him, and somehow it ended with Agatha making out with Death. And it looked like they forgot he was around, and then Agatha died.
(She got better.
“Can’t keep a good witch down. Especially this Witch.”)
The Third time... well.
It started suddenly when Rio appeared, her face was more skull than flesh.
There was yelling and more yelling,
“You’re a ghost!?”
“Admit it, honey, you’d still hit this!”
Death's growl sounded like a wolf growling in an endless cave. “With a barn door!”
A barn door indeed flew off the hinges and straight for Agatha. If Agatha still had a body, it could have cut off her head. Billy hit the floor. It sailed through Agatha.
"I'm a ghost, honey, nothing you can throw can get me! I'm beyond you now."
"Uh, Agatha, maybe don't irritate, Death!" Billy yelled.
Agatha didn't listen.
"Sweetheart, I'm Death." Suddenly Rio's hand glowed, and she reached out. Billy expected her hand to pass through, instead Rio had a firm grasp on Agatha's ghostly arm. "Nothing is beyond me."
"WHAT!?" Agatha yelped, outraged.
"Just because I hate ghosts, doesn't mean I can't do anything with ghosts."
There were some pointed barbs after and then suddenly they were...
"Why are you guys suddenly kissing!" And how does one even make out with a skull??? Billy didn't know but Agatha sure seemed to successfully kiss a skull.
Suddenly Rio raised a hand and did a flicking gesture, and suddenly he was... in a void.
"Honestly," Billy said, out loud to himself, "this is better."
#-#
thoughts and prayers with you at this time as honey don't press is upon us 😂
look at her. LOOK AT HER
i am, as the kids say, cooked
Lark pls and thank u- much thirst for conductor Agatha
"Okay," you thought over the question before giving Agatha a sly smile. "Least favorite soloist you've ever worked with?"
"At least pick something interesting," Agatha said, boredom dripping from her lips as she picked at her sandwich. Without any hesitation she added, "Patti LuPone."
-The Lark Ascending (Agatha Harkness x Reader)
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it does say weird so-
i have a hard time separating canadians from their stereotypes, so i imagine you're a fan of maple syrup. i don't know why, i am aware i'm an ugly american 😂
hee hee hee! i wish i could take a stand against national stereotypes on this one but it's true! i don't think i have any in the house, but i do love the stuff (and maple candy, mmmm), and i did have a serious multi-day conversation with my mother over the holidays about small-batch single-source syrups...
*tapping the glass* here you go!
enrichment in my enclosure!!!
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1: Favorite fic you wrote this year
Hmmm I think The Lark Ascending. I love conductor!Agatha haha
27: Favorite fanfic author of the year
I'm not sure if you heard of them but @trickofthelights <3
30: Favorite fandom to read fic from this year
Agatha fandom ofc
