BLOOD WILL HAVE BLOOD.

pri. ind. sel. agatha of caos. under co.

[unhrdnda]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍.    /    pri. ind. sel. multimuse.    feat. agatha of caos.    loved by prue.

[diiadcm-deactivated20191114]

                                             heavy is the head that wears the crown.

feat. muses from history, broadway, literature, +

[saccrifice]

quick little update ! i’m currently in the last two weeks of the semester so my activity has been blotchy, especially on this blog. i’ve checked in now and then, but it haven’t actually written anything for agatha in a couple weeks ( oops ). i plan on picking this blog back up on december 19+, when my break starts, and especially after that winter special comes out

[saccrifice]

update : i'm in the process of making a multimuse, to which agatha will be moved ! i still love her a lot !! this'll just be more organized for me

[saccrifice]

quick little update ! i’m currently in the last two weeks of the semester so my activity has been blotchy, especially on this blog. i’ve checked in now and then, but it haven’t actually written anything for agatha in a couple weeks ( oops ). i plan on picking this blog back up on december 19+, when my break starts, and especially after that winter special comes out

[saccrifice]

quick little update ! i’m currently in the last two weeks of the semester so my activity has been blotchy, especially on this blog. i’ve checked in now and then, but it haven’t actually written anything for agatha in a couple weeks ( oops ). i plan on picking this blog back up on december 19+, when my break starts, and especially after that winter special comes out

[darkbaptism]

@adelinerudo: Aggie has seen better days #notsoblessed

[saccrifice]

quick little update ! i'm currently in the last two weeks of the semester so my activity has been blotchy, especially on this blog. i've checked in now and then, but it haven't actually written anything for agatha in a couple weeks ( oops ). i plan on picking this blog back up on december 19+, when my break starts, and especially after that winter special comes out

[youngbutpowerful]

One person per character/face claim!

Message any of the admins - me or @ofcatrule for the link!

[youngbutpowerful]

So far we have:

Sabrina Spellman - @youngbutpowerful

Salem Saberhagen - @ofcatrule

Zelda Spellman - @zeldaphionaspellman

Ambrose Spellman - @trappedwarlock

Katrina Spellman - @oncetornasunder

Agatha Night - @saccrifice

Nicholas Scratch - (no muse blog at the moment) @captainstormalong

Come join us in raising hell 😈

[kieraknightley]

You’re killing the mood, shepherd.

[saccrifice]

𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀'𝐒 ‘𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘’ : agatha never knew her father, and knew her mother for only some moments. to suckle a mother's milk until the life itself leaves her body ———— agatha is sure she'll grow up alone. and she lives alone, never really having a stable living environment until she's five, six, seven. it's father blackwood who finds her, and alongside him, prudence. the girls take a liking to each other.

        before dorcas joins them, it’s just her and prue. and agatha certainly doesn’t warm up to her right away. before this, she’s stayed with people, of course, but never for long. all she’s certain of is that NOBODY STAYS FOREVER  ———  if not even her mother could, even if it was involuntary, how was she supposed to count on anybody else ? who had no connection to her other than fate ? only known her for a moment ? although blackwood took her in next to the girl he raised like a daughter, it was clear to her that even he did not prefer her. so when agatha realizes that, ‘oh. this girl is like me,’ it begins a bond that she’s almost scared of breaking  ( if there was even a chance of that by then ).

        dorcas joins after her, and it’s like a whole completion. by then, agatha’s taught herself that she can trust people, but it’s backed behind a concept of keeping what she has as close as she can, because she’s terrified of ending up alone, in the cold, like she used to be.

[broadwaybound2016]

I have a legitimate fear that I am unlovable.

[darkbaptism]

@tatigabrielle: From the profound texts of Gretchen Weiners, “You just can’t sit with us!”

[poeticspellman-blog]

@saccrifice​ // ☪ sc.

“that is exactly why young witches should not meddle in things they know nothing about. look at what happened to you, to that mortal boy.” his voice is a bit louder than he means it. his anger not directed at her. she just so happened to be in his company. his worry mingled with anger. trying to contain it all for the sake of his family’s crumbling reputation. he shakes his head. a heavy sigh escaping his lips. while the warlock is skilled in the art of necromancy, he knows it’s limitations as well as it’s dangers. they were young and reckless. not thinking of the consequences of their actions and look where that got them. “you look better than the last time i saw you. i’m glad to see you’re recovering well.”

[saccrifice]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖  ———  𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 !    it’s the anger towards herself now, that plagues her, though. and she’s not here to be scolded again. it worsens the feelings, she’s found, both external and in. she can feel the words are not quite to her, but certainly imply her, and perhaps that is WORSE. she’s on her feet now, at least, but only selectively. and taking a seat, blanket wrapped ‘round frail shoulders, mug of tea cradled in cupped hands, her expression  ———  angry, wroth with oneself and guilt  ———  SOFTENS at the warlock’s concern. 

        for a moment she knows not what to say. but it’s NICER than all the blame that runs by her the rest of the time, intentional or not, seemingly from everyone. nearly everyone. she nods at first, not wanting to break the momentary silence.    ❝  your . . your aunt has been of great help.  ❞

[saccrifice]

araneaedeath:

              HOW LONG HAD THE YOUNG GIRL suffered like this? it wasn’t fair to anyone, being brought back from the dead. even after all these years, she herself hated the feeling of it. hated the feeling of knowing that youbelonged down buried in the ground instead of up above dirt, breathing. “ i know ” gentle whisper while shewrapped the light blanket around her shoulders. “ my sister buried me, she has for years, killed me and waited until i’d get up again ”

             she trailed off, eyes closing for a moment before lips pressed against the young girl’s forehead. she’d solve this, she was going to do everything she could to make this right. “ just know it will be okay, i swear on my life it will be ”

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 ?    perhaps from her sister, ever faithful as she’d sworn to her. agatha cannot blame her, but only herself. and even more for finding the audacity to be vexed with her  ( would she have done the same, though ? signs point to NO. at least, she assumes ),  but the dark - haired witch’s focus is fickle. to be killed and buried and RESURRECTED FOR YEARS ? the thought is unbearable. UNTHINKABLE ! unforgivable.  

        she can’t understand in the moment. what could anyone have done to deserve this fate, and ten times over, or more ?    ❝  why ?  ❞    she sputters out, fingertips lazily but erratically fumbling with the lace on her nightgown. the rough texture annoys her, but the feeling itself is what keeps her.

[saccrifice]

petition to give agatha and dorcas more screentime in the holiday special

[saccrifice]

❝  WHAT ARE YOU PLOTTING, SPELLMAN ?  ❞    no doubt she would stand by her  ———  a little trouble was all but beyond her. and her sisters were scarcely unalike !    ❝  something of our taste, is it ?  ❞

@youngbutpowerful .

[saccrifice]

redjackettm:

‘                 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. agatha’s sickly sweet smile made her stomach DROP — she knew that smile. it was the signature smile of malice and nastiness that the weird sisters LOVED to taunt sabrina with. sabrina went for the book, looking up at agatha and biting down on her lip. “why are you SHOWING me this, agatha?” the little blonde witch asked, a sharpness in her tone. this was the girl whose entire plan ended up with the ruination of not only her entire relationship with HARVEY, but killing harvey’s innocent brother. the ANGER, the hellfire that SCREAMED in the petite blondes body still raged on.

THERE’S THE WITCH. the exact reaction they’d been accustomed to when pushing her buttons. but agatha needn’t make the process any more PAINFUL. there’s something knowing in the girl’s expression, perhaps the perpetual mischief in her, but nothing so spiteful. it’s not quite like her, is it ?    ❝  heel,  ❞    she teases, though the smirk recedes from her lips  ( she’s already gotten her droll response from the girl )  when she places the book neatly in the blonde’s hand.    ❝  it’s only a delivery.  ❞