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《You wouldn't see me coming anyway.》

Agnes DeMille from Netflix's Wednesday

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[findmyselftoday]

@flimflamandfire:

“Miss DeMille, I was thinking about our Halloween festivities. I think your particular set of skills would be fantastic for the haunted house.”

Agnes was somewhat surprised that Sir Dort, the new principal, approached her. Normally, the teachers left her be and though she was far from being a loner in terms of her class standing, she was not all too rich in stardom either to garner attention.

The opinions she had heard from her schoolmates regarding their new principal was... not as favorable as anyone would have hoped for a new administration; she had to be careful not to appear like an opportunistic mouse.

"Sir Principal." Agnes had a little bit of caution with her approach to the subject. It was a good idea to keep on a teacher's good side for her own merit. "What can I do to help?"

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

What happens next is without thought, the actions of pure instinct. Ammonia softens, bends down a bit to reach Agnes’ height, and holds her gently against herself (but with a firmness to say, ‘I am here’).

She feels a new kinship with her friend now, as she watches parts of her vanish in and out of visibility, seemingly in time with her sobs. A freak drowned by her emotions, and unable to truly conceal them - again, just like her. Her tail sways.

The question hurts, because Ammonia has asked it herself, to her reflection in the mirror late at night. And what does she do, when she succumbs to such hopelessness? Try to cling to her passions.

“Nothing that matters to you,” she finally speaks, soft and sure, “is a waste of time.” She brings her hand up a bit to rest upon the back of Agnes’ head. The girl’s scent wafts up from the brush of her hair, subtle but hers, and Ammonia finds herself so grateful for this bond, this trust. “Nor is trying.”

Ammonia smiles now, softly, offering another (and genuine) purr from her throat. She speaks gentle words that she has longed to hear, herself. “I’m here now, aren’t I? I understand. I accept you as you are.”

[findmyselftoday]

A delicate hand rested on Ammonia's shoulder. Agnes continued to weep, the warmth she felt from her senior served as a blanket that she needed after a cold, unkind downpour.

"Really?" The orange-haired girl lifted her visage ever so slightly from her concealment, allowing her green, tear-stained hues to gaze at those of Ammonia's.

I accept you as you are, the words echoed in Agnes' fragile thoughts, a solace that began to dispel the clouds that had formed.

Though Agnes still ebbed to and from sight, she met the soft smile with a slight, sad, but thankful one of her own.

She felt pitiful, but this time, she was not jabbed with the urge to push away the comfort she received. This time, Agnes took it warmly, just as she did by wrapping her arms around Ammonia and surrounding her in a clinging embrace.

[findmyselftoday]

((Y'all should I cook up a RWBY verse for Agnes?))

[rp-meme-central]

injury sentence starters

"Oh, yeah. That's definitely broken."

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

"Let me fix you up before you bleed out all over my ______."

"This is nothing. You should see the other guy."

"You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine. I'll walk it off."

"Please help. It hurts so much."

"Get back here! You can't just leave when you're injured!"

"I don't think I can walk. My leg is pretty messed up."

"That's a lot of blood."

"Hey, stay awake! You can't fall asleep with a head injury."

"Oh my god, your eye!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Why are you limping?"

"I don't think limbs are supposed to bend that way."

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

‘I don’t see myself if I don’t have someone else’s shadow.’

Ammonia loathes being alone. Misunderstood and othered and unaccepted and unseen. Oh, Agnes, sweet Agnes, so young and hurting so much, just like her.

Agnes craves acceptance, to matter to those that matter to her. Just like herself.

“The trying is the hardest part,” Ammonia finally replies after her thought-filled pause, and her voice is small. “Because so often does it… fail. And you feel like you’re failing, because so many other people are doing so well and connect with others so easily - ”

Her throat has gotten tight. She won’t let herself cry. Agnes needs her to be strong right now. “But,” she shakes her own angst off, “you have to try anyway, because it’s the only way things will get better.”

Ammonia lets her hand gently find Agnes’ shoulder, and the younger girl is warm even through her uniform blazer. Feline instincts surge to offer a gentle purr.

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The silence that pervaded in the midst of the girls' thoughts was almost unbearable, Agnes felt almost suffocated, the temptation of retreating to her room and cradling the self-pity on her own growing stronger with the few seconds that ticked by.

Faint breath escaped Agnes' lips which relaxed from their pressing after Ammonia spoke again. Hearing her friend speak was enough to lift the weight that was bearing down on her-- never mind that she felt a delay in the way Ammonia's consolations penetrated through the fog of her defeat. In those moments, Agnes just needed to be assured that she was not on her own.

When she felt Ammonia's hand on her shoulder, Agnes felt her throat tighten, eyes widen, fists clench and lips quake. Soon enough, her gaze softened and so did the barriers that attempted to keep her tears at bay.

Agnes leaned into Ammonia, burying her face in the older girl's shoulder and cupping the parts of her visage that failed to be concealed. "How can you be sure I'm not just wasting my time?" Agnes spoke meekly in between her sobs, her form gradually fading from what the eye could see.

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HABITS HABITS HABITS .  bold  italic  -  well-known  +  known  for.  bold  -  often.  italics  -  sometimes.  strike  -  will  never.

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting |chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering  under their breath | talking to themselves | nose  picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with  their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching  bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

Tagged by: @quoththekitten-nevermore ((Thanks a lot for the tag!))

Tagging: Do this, if you dare!

[vyrulent]

Sibella's mind crept back to her days at the boarding school. There'd been a constant wave of newcomers throughout the semesters spent there. There were more than a few that held a chip on their shoulder against one of the girls. Sibella had been renown enough that those girls never messed with her, but some of the other girls had not been so lucky.

"Oh, she was wicked with the sarcasm," the vampiress offered up. "Quick like I've never experienced with anyone else. But she used her ghostly abilities to her advantage against her bullies -- flickering lights, strange noises in the witching hour. She leaned in hard to her ghost-y powers."

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Agnes blinked curiously. She listened intently to Sibella's recounting of her friend's endeavors, every shutter over Agnes' green eyes fanned a fire within that fueled an ever-growing interest in what the vampire was telling her. She did not even notice that she was inching closer to Sibella as the story progressed.

"Strange noises, hm?" Agnes echoed in wonder, almost child-like, and smirked deviously. "Why, she's just like me! Except," Her gaze rolled down to her side, snide smile faded slightly, but still present. "It takes a lot from me to do things of that scale while I'm invisible. I still have much to figure out." She trailed musingly before clasping her hands together. The orange-haired girl then returned to Sibella and uttered with a lilt of awe. "Phantasma takes it to a whole 'nother level."

[aurora-rph]

reblog this if you are okay with people coming into your IMs to plot

[findmyselftoday]

“Right…” Agnes replied, preoccupied with double-checking the scented plants in her basket.

A sudden, uncanny whistle of cold wind and the rustling of the towering trees’ branches sent a quick shiver down Agnes’ body. There were stories of wood sprites in the forest outside the school, filled with mischief towards any wandering individual.

Agnes stood from her crouch and looked at Ariadne whose concern was laced behind her little smile. “You didn’t have any of those herbs, did you? You’re supposed to save those for potions class.” Agnes’ face twinkled with a soft giggle following her teasing.

Curious eyes then shifted to scan the woodland. Nothing, but silence. Then abruptly, the same strange whistling came again. Her thoughts began to tick with suspicion. “Did you hear that?”

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Ariadne rose a brow and lift her head again to look at Agnes. She shook her head "There aren't any out here." She said, regarding the herbs they were looking for.

She then tilt her head a little watching the redhead. "Who looks like they have seen a ghost now?" She asked quietly.

"Hey, why don't we finish up here and head back? I'm sure its just one of the boys trying to freak us out, but its getting cold and dark, so we should head back." She smiled, walking towards Agnes and reassuringly reached up and squeezed her arm a little.

She tightened her coat around her and tilt her head again, listening to her surroundings, listening out for any strange noises to try and deduct what the noise could be.

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Agnes raised her eyebrow skeptically for a second before disregarding what quip she was about to toss at the dark-haired girl. No need for that yet, now that there was a crawling in her skin.

The wind came again. Cool. Strangely shrill. Agnes felt the hair on her skin rise accompanied by tiny bumps on the surface. She did not feel good about this. Her widened eyes could barely hide the unease she was being draped with.

The orange-haired girl held her basket by its handle in one hand and her cardigan’s collar with the other. When Agnes felt Ariadne’s touch on her arm, she shuffled closer to the older student like she was another form of cloaking against the elements and whatever else was out there— if there even was anything. Oh, she was not fond of whenever her mind raced so.

“Yeah. Something doesn’t feel right.” Without a second thought, Agnes nodded her agreement and continued with a nervous stammer, “I-I’ll be right behind you.”.

[findmyselftoday]

🫀 What does your heart look like?

a bird struggling to get loose.

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

Tagged by: @quoththekitten-nevermore (OMG They're the same!!!)

Tagging: @subject-279 @chromium-siren @vyrulent (Sibella) @d3athorlove @ryusxnka

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

Ammonia understands. She understands so much, so deeply, because everything she does is wrong too - down to her sheer existence as an Outcast. Her heart aches for her friend.

“I don’t think so,” she says in response to Agnes’ question, her tone ever-so-soft. She takes a step towards the younger girl, hand hovering out, urged to comfort. “Not anymore than I could say for myself… and I don’t think such a thing about you at all, Agnes. I find your passion to be greatly reassuring, above all else. Perhaps embracing yourself… might be the very thing you need?”

[findmyselftoday]

In the grand scheme of things, the orange-haired girl had her whole life ahead of her, but in the skewed vantage of her teenage self, she was fixated unto one thing and one thing alone-- acceptance, something that she felt had eluded her no matter how far she thought she grasped.

Embracing myself? Agnes questioned herself. It felt as though in order for her to be happy with her own being, she needed others to assure her of it. Her tenacity was her double-edged sword; she was one to set her mind on the pursuit of the absolutes, good and bad, self-perception not exempt from her self-imposed scrutiny.

"Don't you think that passion is getting me nowhere? I'm going in circles. I've tried. At least I want to believe I have. I don't see myself if I don't have someone else's shadow." Her voice trickled with angst.

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Get to know the mun :)

• Nickname(s) : Kamen!

• Zodiac : Virgo!

• Last movie I saw : Mr. Church!

• Last thing I googled : "rock n roll originals roster" - website that sells band shirts in India!

• Favorite musician(s) : RAMONES (my favorite!), Judas Priest, Gloryhammer, Visigoth, Black Sabbath, Manowar, Hitten, Mindless Sinner, Cirith Ungol, Manilla Road, Mercyful Fate, Michael Jackson, KoRn, Coal Chamber, Linkin Park, Seether, so many to name. XD I loooove heavy metal!

• Song stuck in my head : Metal Warriors by Manowar! (also lowkey Superstar by Toy Box shhhh)

• Other blogs : Just this one!

• Do I get asks? : Sometimes, I do!

• Following : I don't know what this is pertaining to!

• Amount of sleep : Somewhere between 6-8 hours most of the time!

• Lucky number : I don't know!

• What I'm wearing : A green t-shirt that says "Lisztomania- a need to listen to music all the time." and black pants!

• Dream job : Probably a staff or owner of a vintage toy store/action figure store/collectibles store. I love that stuff!

• Dream trip : I definitely want to visit Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan! I want to go back to Japan, Spain and Germany!

• Favorite food : I love kaisendon, maguro dashichazuke, and anything seafood, really! Also love me some lauki ki sabzi, dal, and Kashmiri wazwan!

• Play any instrument : I play the guitar!

• Languages : I can speak 5 languages! I'm a native English speaker, and the others are Tagalog, Japanese, Spanish and Hindi!

• Favorite songs : "The Sentinel" by Judas Priest, "I Wanna Be Well" by Ramones (this is the live version which is BADASS), "Destroy the Orcs" by 3 Inches of Blood (my favorite song to play on the guitar!), "Secret of Steel" by Manowar (one of the most epic-sounding songs of all time!)! Again, mostly heavy metal, with the exception of Ramones which is punk!

• Random fact : The first time I met an online friend in person was in Singapore in 2022! She was someone I got to know from a different fandom!

• Describe yourself as aesthetic things : I'm not sure if I'm the right person to ask regarding aesthetics, buuuuuut maybe Y2K, digital cameras, denim and metal, swords, long black hair, black clothes, maximalist room with scattered toys and band/cartoon posters, PURPLE AND BLACK COLOR COMBINATION!!!

[ Tagging: @chromium-siren, @toketsujisatsu , @vyrulent ]

[ Tagged by: @subject-279 and @quoththekitten-nevermore (Thank you both for tagging me!!!) ]

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@quoththekitten-nevermore :

“If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’ll always be here to listen.”

Agnes looked at Ammonia with an unmistakable agitation in bright emerald eyes. She was heated up, driven by emotions rooted in a deep angst and aggravation.

"You--" Agnes caught her outburst before it could elevate into an unwanted projection. She groaned, breaking away from the near-suffocating glare she had previously cast on her senior. Agnes paced to and fro uneasily and then paused, slightly turned away from the other girl.

"Is everything I do wrong? I just..." The ginger's tone softened together with the defeated slump in her posture. "Each time I think I'm finding my way, it ends up feeling like I'm taking two steps back."

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for those who’ve been hurt … sentence starters 

tw: victim-blaming / dismissing hurt.  change pronouns / wording as needed

“You deserved better.”

“You’ve lost a lot, haven’t you?”

“I mean, you hurt them a lot, too.”

“I won’t hurt you the way they did.”

“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being wary.”

“You never shouldn’t been treated that way.”

“They aren’t here. they can’t hurt you, again.”

“How long are you going to let this affect you?”

“I know you don’t trust me, yet, and that’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I want to earn your trust back. Please.”

“No, I’m not upset with you, why would you — oh.”

“You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

“Why can’t you just get over it? It happened so long ago.”

“You haven’t said a word since it happened. Are you okay?”

“You’re still healing. It’s only natural you don’t trust anyone, yet.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell someone what you were going through?”

“What happened to you was unfair… it’s okay to be angry about it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive them for what they did?”

“You’re a better person than they ever were, and this just proves it.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’ll always be here to listen.”

“You’re safe here. I know it’ll take you a while to believe it, but you are.”

“Just because they hurt you doesn’t mean everyone else is out to get you, too.”

“I know you’ve been hurt in the past, and I promise, I’ll never let that happen, again.”

“Cry. Scream. Break something if you need to. Just… you need to process this somehow.”

[arrpeememes]

Send "when was the last time you slept?" For my muse's reaction.

[findmyselftoday]

“You should have just left, spared yourself the secondhand embarrassment.” Agnes admonished in spite of her defeat.

She clicked her tongue, eyes darting away from Sibella with the exposure of her vulnerability. If there was anything she wanted to make disappear as easily as she could with her power, it was the problems that chewed on her.

“A monster?” Repeated the Vanisher under her breath while she faced the other girl again, green eyes enlarged with a flicker of devious excitement. “I can pick those buffoons off this earth one by one,“— Her voice became more animated while she counted off her tormentors as if they were trophies to be achieved.— “They’ll just have to wait and see what I cook up. Or not. No one should be able to see me coming after all.”

[vyrulent]

"It wasn't embarrassment I felt," Sibella advised the other. "I was angry."

At the deviousness displayed in the other, the vampire offered her a glad smile. She'd known someone in her past with the very same powers.

"I'm friends with a girl -- very much like yourself. Her name is Phantasma. The Invisible Man was her father," the vampiress revealed. "The one thing she never allowed herself to do was fade away when people were rude to her -- she found ways to deal with it, just as her father had. "But be wise in your revenge."

[findmyselftoday]

One part of her appreciated the vampire’s sentiment, another wanted nothing of any perceived sympathy. Ultimately, Agnes pressed her lips against each other, opting to keep her silence amidst the tumult of her thoughts.

Agnes perked while Sibella spoke of her friend, Phantasma— someone who did not elude the teenager’s extensive radar of often one-sided connections. The redhead was young in the eyes of her contemporaries— a subject of underestimation— but what was a Vanisher unaware of others with similar capabilities if not a fool?

The starkness at what she was told struck. To face others instead of fade away. Agnes admitted to herself, she often resorted to hiding in some way or another instead of advancing against her problems with a resolve.

“I suppose poking holes into others isn’t always the most practical move.” She softly retorted with a slight shrug. Then she straightened again, returning her thoughts to what Sibella had said about her friend. Agnes asked, desperation mixed in the curiosity her query. “In what ways could those have been? How Phantasma dealt with those who messed with her?”