I'm getting closer to gathering all the necessary ideas for my post on the Tower. The funniest thing is… just how many clues I think are straight-up right there in Gideon the Ninth.
So I've been toying with this idea of scarlet witches being forged again and again, as in Wanda wasn't the first scarlet witch but there were more before her, as they say, "The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged" and there have been many nuclear disasters or stuff like that, that could amplify 'the scarlet witch's' power. We also know that scarlet witches are not 'real witches' cuz they didn't inherit the magic from their parents and also they are 'harbingers of chaos' and are destined to end the universe so the 'real witches' community thinks of them as some dark creature, someone not to be consorted with, as outcasts or something. Like their magic is 'dark magic' or magic that should not be practised or whatever witches do. Also, witches don't need 'men' to have babes, if we've learnt anything from agathario. So what I think is that Evanora had some fling with another witch and she got pregnant with her babe but sometime later she found out that the other witch was a scarlet witch. That's why she despises Agatha even before she was born as in the 'I ought to have killed you the moment you left my womb' statement. And that is why she thinks of Agatha as a dark creature just like her other mother. Also, scarlet witches have red magic and Evanora has blue magic so as a result Agatha has purple magic. Also, I don't know if magic can be siphoned or not but we only saw Agatha do that and in 'Wandavision' Wanda also absorbed Agatha's magic so I'm assuming that this 'magic stealing' powers of Agatha are a result of her heritage. She was able to steal 'the scarlet witch's' magic and 'demiurge's' magic which is chaos magic and no other characters have been known to do that, which means Agatha must have some chaos magic in her blood, that's why she could do that. And maybe that is why the darkhold told Agatha about Wanda's existence. And about the temple of scarlet witch having idols of two boys next to her, we don't know if that was always like that, maybe during Agatha's scarlet witch mother's time it was Agatha's idol. Also this could explain why a cosmic creature (death) consorted with Agatha.
Anyway that was my ramblings on why 'Wanda is in some ways Agatha's mommy'
Mystic Falls is a town where nothing happens or that was what I thought just like everyone else around me. I lived for that type of simple life after how I grew up when I was 6 or 7 years old.
I owed my life to Caroline Forbes, that is the simple fact. I could have never predicted the crazy life that would come from having her be the mother in my life.
The funny thing is, you never see the moment your life tilts sideways. Not while it’s happening. You only feel the ground shift under your boots and realize later that was the start of everything. For me, it started on a night that should’ve been ordinary where Caroline was fussing about some town event, and I was pretending to listen while trying not to burn dinner.
Except it wasn’t ordinary, not even close.
Except we're gettin’ ahead of myself so how bout we back things up here y'all.
The night things changed Liz or should I say mom on legal papers was working late at the sheriff's office looking into an animal attack since those have been happening every once in a while round here. Caroline or as I say mom was pacing back and forth behind me in the kitchen while I stood at the stove trying to not burn some ramen noodles I was cooking. The smell of the cooked noodles filled the room with her frustrated voice. “Elena literally just hasn't been giving a crap about being on the cheerleading team anymore. And if that isn't bad enough she is saying she might not even compete in the Miss Mystic Falls pageant.”
“I ain't ever competed in the pageant and I don't remember you giving me a hard time.”
She briefly glances at me. “You're different, Casey. Although I know that you would have a high chance of winning.”
“I doubt it. You'd have a better bet than little old me.”
She scoffed in offense. “Casey Angela Griffin-Forbes don’t you dare talk down about yourself!”
“That’s not what I’m doin’.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No!”
She stomped up over to me with a stern look across her face, heading straight towards me where I quickly moved away from the stove. Throwing my soft waves of hair around my bare feet skidded across the wooden floor with her chasing after me. Caroline lunged, fingers curled like she was about to tickle me into the afterlife, and I yelped as my socks betrayed me instantly, sending me sliding halfway across the kitchen.
“Casey Griffin‑Forbes, get back here!” she barked, but she was laughing that bright, bossy, sunshine‑through‑a‑storm laugh that always made the house feel bigger. “Honeybee, don't run from me.”
“Nope!” I squeaked, dodging around the island.
She darted left, I juked right which made her gasp like I’d personally offended her honor. “Oh, you think you’re fast?”
“I know I’m fast,” I shot back, sticking my tongue out.
She launched herself over the counter and I screamed, bolting toward the living room. Grabbing the back of the couch to swing myself around it I went to jump over it until one of my hands slipped. My body quickly landed on the side table with a sharp sting slicing across my palm as it scraped the corner of a picture frame I’d forgotten was sitting there. I hissed, shaking my hand out, but the adrenaline had me too hyped to care. Caroline caught me around the waist, spinning me until my feet left the ground. We collapsed onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and breathless giggles.
“You,” she said, poking my forehead, “are amazing. And you’re not allowed to talk down about yourself ever again.”
I rolled my eyes, still laughing. “You’re dramatic.”
“Correct,” she said proudly. “and also right.”
“Whatever you say, Mom.”
She grinned wide, bright, proud until her gaze dropped to my hand. She whispered, voice cracking like something inside her had snapped. “Casey, you’re bleeding."
“What? No, I-” Lowering my gaze I saw clearly a thin line of red trailing down my palm. “Oh. It’s just a scratch-”
Shifting my eyes forward I watched black looking veins spreading underneath her eyes for a reason I couldn’t understand. Mom appeared to be almost on the verge of tears, like she was attempting to hold herself back. “Mom, are you alright?” She wasn’t listening though. Her pupils blew wide and her breath hitched. Her hands curled into fists so tight her knuckles went white.
“I…..uh…..Casey get out of here.”
Knitting my brows in confusion I took some steps in her direction. “W-what’s wrong?”
“I said - get out of here!”
“Mom-“
I swore I was dreaming because the next thing I knew she blurred directly up to me with an inhuman speed. One of her hands wrapped around my neck cutting off my airway and I felt some bones in my back make a cracking sound. “I said get out of here!” Mom shouted in my face with her mouth opened making my heart speed up where it might pop out of my chest. I saw two sharp fangs replace two of her front teeth with the black veins growing even more down her face.
Instantly with shaky fingers I pushed my hands against her arm wanting her to loosen her grip before she made me black or from the looks of it kill me. “M - mom, it’s me. It’s - it’s Casey…” A weak whimper escaped past my lips, tears slipping down my face when my vision blurred and something flashed across my mind.
10 years ago -
Sitting on the floor in my pajamas, clutching my stuffed rabbit by one ear, I stared at the door while the grown-ups argued on the other side. “We are not doing this, Kaylee!” my mother screamed. Hannah Griffin never yelled
“You don’t get to decide anymore,” Kaylee snapped back. “The Circle chose her. She’s the next vessel.”
My father’s voice cut through, low and steady. “She’s a child, Kaylee. Our child.”
“She’s the Circle’s future, Davy” Kaylee hissed. “You two are too sentimental to see it.”
I didn’t understand any of it.
A warmth pulsed under my skin, soft at first, then stronger. I pressed my hand to my chest, confused. It felt like a swarm of bees trapped inside me. The lights overhead flickered rather quickly two or three times before my mother burst out of the kitchen, hair wild, eyes shining with tears. “Kaylee, please. Don’t do this. We can run. We can hide her.”
“You think you can outrun the Circle? You think you can hide that?” She pointed at me like I was a ticking bomb.
My father stepped between them. “We bind her magic. We protect her. We give her a chance.”
“Binding her magic is treason. They’ll kill you for it.”
“Then they’ll kill us, but they won’t take her.” The fire in my chest grew louder, the flickering lights increasing where I set of whimpers left my lips making me bury my face in my knees starting to cry. My mom I guess must have noticed me getting upset because she knelt in front of me, cupping my face with shaking hands. “Casey, honey… listen to me. No matter what happens, you are loved. Do you hear me?”
Slowly nodding my head my father placed his hand over hers. “We’re doing this to protect you.”
“You’re throwing away everything the Circle built.”
“We’re saving our daughter,” Davy snapped back at her.
Before my parents could react, she dug into her pocket pulling out a lighter. She held the tiny burning flame up to a set of curtains, then a wooden table and any other pieces of furniture that could set fire. “Then you leave me no choice.” Flames spread extremely fast, lighting up easily flammable materials making my mother gasp in horror.
“Kaylee!”
“You won’t hide her from the Circle,” Kaylee spat. “Not even in death.”
The smoke got really thick and black and went all the way up to the ceiling so I couldn’t see anything anymore. It smelled awful and made my eyes hurt. The wood in the house started popping and breaking, and big pieces fell down and made loud boom noises. I covered my ears but it didn’t help.
My dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up from the floor. His hands were shaking. “Casey, run. Run and don’t look back.”
“I don’t wanna go!” I cried, because I didn’t. I didn’t wanna leave them.
My mom bent down and kissed my forehead. Her tears fell on my cheeks and they were warm, even with all the fire heat. “Go, baby. Please.”
Kaylee reached out for me maybe to grab me, maybe to stop me, I don’t know. I didn’t wanna find out. So I ran as fast as my legs could go, even though they felt wobbly and scared. I ran past the fire and the smoke and the falling pieces of wood. Then I pushed through the door and the cold air hit me all at once. My tiny feet didn’t stop moving until I skidded to a stop on the road seeing bright lights coming towards me at a fast pace.
Quickly a car of some kind stopped where I could see a sheriff’s star on the hood when my eyes adjusted to the light. The driver’s door flew open yet someone jumped out of the passenger side, rushing straight at me. The person was a blonde girl who looks younger than a grown-up but older than me, eyes wide with shock. “Oh my god! Mom, she almost-”
The older blonde woman with shorter hair stepped out behind her, hand on her holster. “Caroline, stay back.”
“Hey, hey it’s okay.” She didn’t listen, running straight to me, dropping to her knees in the gravel. She breathed, voice soft and frantic. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”
“My mommy- my daddy - they’re -”
Caroline looked up, eyes widening at the flames. “Mom…”
Liz’s face hardened. “Get her in the car.” Her mom didn’t waste any time and her daughter didn’t hesitate either.
She scooped me into her arms like she’d been doing it her whole life. I buried my face in her jacket, trembling where she whispered, holding me close to her. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
And that was the moment Caroline Forbes became my mother.
The memory instantly faded when I felt a burning sensation coming from inside my body with the lights flickering on and off around us in too fast of a timeframe. The pictures on the wall rattling as well before Caroline was slammed harshly onto the wall opposite from me. She winced holding the back of her head while my body dropped down onto the ground watching her in utter shock of what the hell had just happened.
“Casey….”
She calmly called my name looking at me where I couldn’t find the veins or fangs on her anymore. Pressing my back further into the wall I struggled to find the right words.
“You had fangs - I - I hurt you - how - what just happened?”
Caroline held up her hands trying to make me feel better but it didn’t. My brain was just too stressed for this. “I’ll explain everything I swear. We will figure this out together. Just trust me.”
Shaking my head repeatedly my feet moved before I could truly process what I was doing next. Caroline watched me bolt towards the front door, flinging it open and disappearing into the darkness. I didn’t stop running until my legs gave out, and I collapsed behind an old oak, chest heaving, hands shaking so hard I had to press them into the dirt just to keep from falling over.
There was a burning feeling building inside of my chest and it kept getting hotter it seemed, like it was trying to claw its way out. Shutting my eyes tightly I did my best to slow down my heavy breathing till I could hear a voice whispering in my ear.
“Casey….”
Snapping my eyes open I frantically looked around not seeing anyone around me in this area of the trees. The porch light was barely visible and it didn’t sound like Caroline’s voice. It sounded foreign to me. Getting up from the dirt I moved at a snail's pace back in the direction of my house, hiding behind one of the large trees I noticed someone standing outside of our house.
A figure stood on the Forbes’ porch, half‑hidden in shadow. Moonlight caught the edges of him first: dirty‑blonde curls, tousled like he’d run a hand through them a thousand times. Broad shoulders relaxed in a way that said he feared nothing. His dark blue eyes, sharp and ancient, watching me with a curiosity that felt far too focused
Surprisingly, he began heading straight for me yet he stopped at the edge where the road met the grass, staying only a few strides away from me. Giving me the ability to catch his mouth moving into the curl of a smirk that wasn’t kind at all. “I always thought my mother was bloody mad when she talked about Ashborne magic.”
“What… what’s an Ashborne?”
The stranger focused his gaze directly onto me saying a quick word, disappearing in a blur without another word. Leaving me standing there utterly confused about what had just happened to not only the woman that is my adopted mother but also myself.
“Let’s see if you are who I think you are , little witch.”
I need to express how completely not normal I am about biting and energon siphoning in regards to Drift (IDW specifically). When I started writing fanfic with Drift (and Deadlock but same thing), I just knew he HAD to have a biting kink. Like LOOK at Deadlock and tell me that mech does not have a thing for snapping those canines into an intake while mercilessly spiking the mech attached, he's got so much feral energy. Biting and clawing and marking whoever is under him so there's no denying who they belong to. And Drift is not immune to these desires, he's just a little less vicious about it these days (usually).💜
And then I was introduced to the idea of Cybertronians possibly having the ability to siphon energon with their dentae, and now I literally cannot imagine Deadlock/Drift not having a craving for siphoning while interfacing. He's got the fangs for it and they are so thirsty for his lover's lifeblood. It just tastes so good and enhances the intensity of being entwined with someone, he's literally claiming their energies for his own, and he can feel every moan and whimper directly through his canines and against his tongue... He's such a feral boy in my head and I'm unapologetic about it, but also posting here for fun.
i love the idea of symphoning fetish, being sucked from the line while getting fragged
Drift would probably addicted to the feeling of Rodimus and Ratchet riding his valve while their teeth stick to his cable, kissing, nibbling, small biting then harder biting, ending up sucking from his line when Drift overload in dizziness and pleasure, sandwiched between the medic and the captain while they feasting on him at the same time
i'd pay to be like that
oOoh, that's good, I love it when we flip the expectations around Drift.
He lets Ratchet and Rodimus siphon from him, valve throbbing as his processor gets more and more dizzy, the pain of teeth ripping through his lines makes him shudder, anterior node quivering with charge. He wants them to eat him. He hopes they do.
