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@earthlcved
hello! my name is westley and this is an independent, selective, highly private, friends only rp blog for a faerie oc.
triggers that will be mentioned on this blog are: torture, self harm, scars and bullying. all will be tagged as “trigger /”
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aggie any time a small animal or insect finds its way into her house
her eyes flutter closed and her heart skips a beat when eve's fingers touch her cheek. the faerie's eyes open with the other's words, a soft blush spreading across her freckled cheeks. " r-really? " she asks, voice just a timid whisper. " i... i wanted to ask s-sooner, b-but i— i-i wasn't sure if you... if you w-w-would e-even want me to. " her lack of confidence certainly doesn't help. she really wanted to, though, and finally, despite her worry of what eve would say, she asked.
agatha swallows, pushing down the lump in her throat. her eyes wander over the other's features that she's memorized quite well. she really is beautiful. how on earth did she get graced by eve's presence in her life? reaching out, she cups eve's cheek in her hand, thumb gently caressing her. finally, agatha leans in and presses her lip's to hers, slipping her free hand into eve's. for a moment, she feels like she's floating high above the clouds. eventually, she has to come back down and she pulls away, her heart pouding against her ribs.
a sheepish smile forms on petal-soft lips. " th-that was better than i had i-imagined, eve. "
@encgma, cont. from here!
what if. your muse kissed aggie 😳
❝ I am just a worthless liar, I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you; Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you, I will chew it up and leave. I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down. ❞
--- ALUCARD OF HELLSING ULTIMATE. TOLD BY JOVIS.
CUE A SIGH. alucard needed to make the faerie embrace her rage and rise from the ashes of her fear and weakness. how else would she control herself and tame her inner beast? this was done for her best interest in mind. alucard removes his lenses from his face, pocketing them in his coat that held everything he ever needed. before long, he begins to speak to her equally. " why do you fear your wrath? "
a simple question and one he believed he deserved to hear. he had raised her from the ground up. her knowledge of the battlefield was by his own doings. her kindness was of her own regard, but alucard knows his rage is still within her. he simply needs to... bring it out a bit a bit. a gentle shove in the right direction. alucard soon begins to change form, --- to the vampire that had killed her parents and almost her if not for alucard. once fully formed, he would grin and in the voice of the vampire would begin to openly taunt her to make the rage rise from the depths of the her chest cavity.
" more, or are you that same, sniveling child that barely made it out alive? no, you wouldn't have lived if not for the hunter. " alucard makes no move to approach her, desiring to keep her somewhat controlled and not in complete fear. " your parents are gone, devoured! delicious meal of the weak! will your blood be the same? "
from the corner of her eye, agatha sees their form change, and lifts her gaze. her heart skips a beat and she gasps. though it all happened while she was just a toddler, she still remembers every detail of that vampires' face. she still sees him in her nightmares sometimes. agatha still thinks about what he took from her; her parents, her life, everything. sure, she's still alive and living comfortably, but... what could she have had if he hadn't killed her parents? though, in this moment, she doesn't feel a sadness for what could have been or what had been taken from her. instead, her blood boils and her heart pounds harder against her ribs.
she backs up, her back almost touching the wall. a hand feels around for something, fingers coiling around the leather grip of a metal baseball bat. " i-i'm n-not a child anymore. i'm n-not... " agatha exhales sharply, bringing the bat out and wrapping her other hand around the grip. she could feel her rage welling once again, building and building until, finally, the dam breaks. " i'm not weak!! " she raises the bat and brings it swiftly down onto the glassware on the table, again and again until the broken pieces were just tiny shards. there were even a few dents in the table from the force of the bat coming down onto it.
fueled by rage and adrenaline, she moves on to the next table. it was littered with old, broken electronics. agatha makes quick work of that, too, sending bits of plastic and glass flying. " i-i've grown a-and i'm more powerful! " she makes a long sweeping motion with her arms, clearing the now even more broken electronics off of the table, sending everything crasing against the wall and floor. she moves closer, bringing the bat down onto everything, breaking it all down even more. " i will never, ever let what i love be taken from me again! "
aggie would look so cute with a jellyfish haircut
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” from eve !!!!!
she taps her chin thoughtfully. well, she is pretty hungry. she may have forgotten to eat breakfast this morning... oops. finally, after a moment of appearing to be in deep thought, she gives an exuberant nod, her features lit up with a smile.
" nachos s-s-sound r-really good! do you think there's s-someone th-that can d-de-deliver something like that? or, um... oh! th-there's a 7/11 n-n-nearby! m-maybe we could get n-nachos there? "
“ YE … YES, PLEASE! I HAVE LLL … LOTS N’ LOTS OF BUNNY ‘TICKERS!”
“ mmm … Mama wants a bunny ‘ticker, please? ”
" mhm! p-pretty please? "
" i-i-if i c-can have one of your b-bunny stickers, i'll show you m-m-my w-whole sticker collection! "
💫 + slides my url over with $50
[ POSITIVITY MEME! ] ( always accepting! )
[ WESTLY MY DEAR! We have been writing with each other for SO long! I think since 2016? I absolutely adore your OCs, and especially Agatha who is one of my all-time favorite OCs ( and just muses in general tbh ). I love how you portray her. She’s such a sweet person with a big heart. She gives off such wholesome vibes, and I’m really drawn to that, and even more so to because it contrasts so much with Nnoitra’s energy. I have enjoyed ALL our interactions across our blogs. Your blogs are must-follow blogs and I always, always want to write with you! You are also a very precious person to chat with, and even if we don’t chat much, I appreciate our friendship a lot! I love that we can always go back to talking to each other even after we’ve both been MIA for a while.
Developing the friendship between Agatha and Nnoitra has been one of my favorite dynamics on here, and it’s forever one of my favorite relationships for Nnoitra. They are so different and yet they get along really well. I’m absolutely blessed with getting to write so many cute slice-of-life things. Your writing is detailed and sets a real mood, which is inspiring when I am writing replies. I hope I get to interact lots more with you and that Nnoitra and Agatha can keep developing their friendship. * Sends love * <5 ]
ARI HAS A STICKER SHEET! Would anyone like a sticker?
" a-a-are there any b-bunny s-stickers on that sheet? "
@earthlcved: these days, most of her time outside of the mansion was spent out in the field, healing wounded and such. sure, she wandered the grounds when she needed some fresh air, but aside from that, agatha really didn't get out much. she was fine with that, there wasn't much of a need to go out for personal reasons, so when alucard told her they were going out somewhere and to follow them, she felt a little hesitant. suspicious. it was rare that the two went anywhere together. she pauses. come to think about it, she doesn't think they've ever gone anywhere together. certainly not relatively unsupervised. they wouldn't tell her where they were going. whenever agatha asked, they would just tell her she would see once they got there. totally suspicious.
she looks up at the sign. the destruction room. what on earth? they were directed to a room littered with all kinds of things. on a table flush against the wall was an assortment of things like baseball bats, hammers, mallets, crowbars, as well as large, heavy wrenches. agatha looks up at alucard with a puzzled expression. " i'm... i'm not sure i understand. "
❝ I'M GIVING YOU SOMETHING YOU DEARLY NEED. ❞ spoke the vampire as they walked through the room. all walls covered and prepared for the ruination it often saw. many times had alucard placed seras victoria into the very room so she could sprout her wings soon and the elder knows it can aide in giving that edge agatha needs to make her the perfect worker for the hellsing organization. ( who knows, maybe she could find a human to bring an end to him --- ) he stops his musing there as he walks toward a vase. something that was costly but was soon knocked down by one of alucard's multiple arms the had grown from his back.
his goal was to make her or break her. ❝ you've grown too soft and that is deadly in our unit of work. i must give you strength. your underbelly is your weak spot, so let's toughen it up by making you work your anger out. ❞ the shattered vase was cast aside as he turns to face the swan like being with a smirk.
❝ do you not have rage somewhere from what happened to your parents, child? not an ounce? show me your fangs. ❞
her gaze lowers to one of the tables, where items were sort of halphazardly placed. her relationship with her own feelings of anger and rage were... complicated. agatha wasn't an angry person by any means. she holds no grudges and she prefers to settle conficts with words. any anger she feels, especially regarding what happened to her parents, would just dissipate into a deep sadness. loss for what could have been. agatha knows such feelings don't do any good, and were perhaps one of her weaknesses, and so she tried to push them down as best as she could.
" i-i don't... i don't really feel rage. " agatha whispers. a lie, for sure. sometimes she could feel it welling inside of her, like the pressure in a dormant volcano just ready to blow. but she would just push it back down and carry on like usual. during those times, she wondered for a fleeting moment, what would happen when she could no longer supress the pressure? what if she lashed out? what if she hurt someone? the guilt makes her stomach churn.
the faerie moves closer to the table and nudges an empty beer bottle towards the edge of the table. she tips it over and it shatters on the floor. she looks up at alucard, unsure. " l-like... like that? "
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]: while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.
“Yo Aggie!” Shiro calls his longtime friend, his tone boisterous. “ Hey, put down the flower pots. Close the shop up for a bit. Ya and I are goin’ ta a rage room!”
" a rage room? " she'd heard of such things before once or twice. people could go there and, in a controlled enviroment, they could just destroy whatever there was in that room with all kinds of tools at their disposal. it seems like a silly thing to participate in herself. she didn't need a rage room! she hardly felt angry these days, not enough to want to destroy things. what good does something like that really do?
" i'm... i'm not sure that's something for me. besides, i'd probably feel guilty for breaking stuff that wasn't mine. " agatha finally replies with a laugh. still, she does set the flower pots down, her expression becoming thoughtful. " i suppose it wouldn't hurt to at least check it out, right? "
someone should take aggie to a rage room
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
Mrs. Maren and Agatha Fisker by peachmichea // @earthlcved
