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go_exchangeTitle: Her guiltless pleasures.
Summary: Agnes is a shameless witch. Did she ever give a second thought to her actions?
Recipient: #28, irisbleufic.
Rated: General
1. Witches work naked
People in those days used to think of women as ‘defective’ in both soul and body. Church often made people feel guilt about their bodies and the joys of the flesh, however Agnes had never felt nor believed any of that rubbish about herself. Of course, given the nature of her gift of foresight, sometimes she felt limited by the laws restricting her physical form. But aside from her desire to touch the synthetic fibers of 21st-century people’s bed clothing, she felt comfortable with herself; moreover, enjoyed herself.
Since she’d been young she’d greatly cherished the feel of chilly wind blowing against her cheeks, hair, legs, and skin, and the sudden breathtaking frozen gusts that carried the smell of trees and flowers… sometimes dung. No matter what, it was a pleasant surprise. Being a prophetess, not much did surprise her, but the simple combination of wild wind and warm skin was a delightful experience; one that thrilled her every single time. As she’d matured into a young woman, this particular scenario had become less probable. Society had started demanding that she conform to a certain appearance – dressing in a way that involved many layers of clothing and spending more time working indoors. However, from time to time she was struck with the urge! At times, when the wind was strong enough, she would add her own extra touch. The wind would flip her petticoat up and she’d let it flow around, making nearby people, especially elderly women, get embarrassed and angry. Their overreaction and discomfort only stoked her.
One day, which turned into a very special night, a fair settled at the outskirts of Agnes’s village, surely due to a mistake by a merchant misreading the signs that led to the city. First, around noon, a group of wagons and horses arrived in the valley. The merchants realized they were lost, but due to the size of the group, they had already aroused suspicion. They found themselves surrounded by unfriendly-looking villagers. After exchanging some words, it was clarified that they were merchants with all kinds of exotic items (silks and perfumes and books by nameless men that could steer an entire society into superstition). The word spread throughout the small village, and that night the streets were filled with people. Under the dark cloudless sky, the goods were displayed under the shimmering light of candles, making them appear even more interesting. Even if the townsfolk didn’t intend to buy a thing, surely they would go to see the huge market.
This was exactly why Agnes wasn’t there.
Instead of wasting time visiting such a crowded place filled with all kinds of rubbish, Agnes stayed home. The weather was fantastic and she had the house to herself. With no gossipy neighbors to worry about, she dragged a chair close to the window. She lit a candle and, with book in hand, she sat. But just as she was about to open it, a flash of silver-white light coloured her fingers. Slowly the light filled the room like the tide fills the bay. With her shadow cast toward the room’s interior, Agnes felt a shiver of excitement down her spine, and she turned to face the full moon peering through the window. It was huge and round, and its bright light was pleasant to the touch. She played with it, creating shadows with her fingers, and felt how magic poured through her fingertips and her cheeks as the light caressed her face. This moon was like the sun.
The sun! Somewhere in time and space people were getting undressed and exposing their skin to the rays of the sun... With her foresight, she had seen people shamelessly sunbathing in the middle of crowds wearing only the smallest pieces of clothing so the sun would touch all their skin…
Then off came her dress, her skirt and her shoes, and she danced to the sound of crickets playing violins. She was bathed in the life-giving moonlight that came through her window.
In all her life, Agnes had never felt shame about her body. She had realized long ago how wonderful her body was. It allowed her to experience the world around her – cold breezes and hot tea, the delightful taste of jelly and bread! Sex didn’t shame her, for pleasure was a fun thing and even pain had a purpose. It was a challenging state and sometimes helped her to stay focussed on the current timeline. Just when she thought there was nothing else to discover in flesh, she gave birth to a life and lived to tell the story, on top of that she maintained that new life with her body’s nourishment. She had every right to spoil her body; to dance and moonbathe whenever she felt like it!
And yet a few morons had come up with the craziest ideas and attributed them to witches, attempting to blame them for all their misfortunes. They even dared to write that nonsense down and publish books so more brainless people would read those stupid words and take them as truth. It was all lies to laugh and shake one’s head for!
She had never danced with headless goats around bonfires, aside from the fact that goats would not let you join their goat parties just like that. There was not a single reason for most witches to give a single thought to the devil. Their power, deeds, and thoughts belonged to them and them alone. While it was true many could find inspiration in the moon, the stars, and other figures, the devil was not a popular choice, even being a big bugger. He didn't have a thing to offer and really didn’t understand how magic worked.
She would never waste good herbs to turn people into frogs, and just why on earth would anyone living in a village curse said village’s crops to die?! This was all nonsense. But she noticed through reading the pages of one of those stupid books (only god knew how it gotten to the village) that the author’s description of those nonsensical acts often portrayed women, emphasising their nudity as they committed their “crimes”, as he called witchcraft. It threw her back to all those beautiful nights of moonlight that had made her happy. She was mad! How dare they stain such an intimate human act with this blasphemy! ‘Oh well, they always find a way to ruin things. Only sad people would stop doing what they love due to others’ opinions.’
Most witchcraft books written by men: “Witches work naked”
Agnes Nutter, Witch: I be a Wych bote that is noht wye I be Nekked.
2. Memory Games
As a prophetess, Agnes had access to a variety of memories from both the events that were before her time and the things that may be but were not yet. They displayed in her mind as an immersive 4K 360º experience. She was not able to move things or communicate most of the time, but she was able to see a scene from all different angles. She was also able to access to that memory or point in time whenever she wanted, and repeat the scenes she found more interesting. As one can guess, this was top-tier entertainment, and also a great source of distraction and procrastination.
The first time Agnes realized she was able to “rewind time”, her mind placed her somewhere within Grantham. A man was resting peacefully under a tree when suddenly an apple bonked his head. The man’s face went completely blank before revealing the complete excitement in his eyes from an epiphany. It just seemed funny to Agnes for fruits to accidently hit people and they getting all enlightened from them. She laughed about it and inadvertently kept it on repeat for a while. In short, GRAVITY. When she’d had enough, the memory kept flowing but turned in a different direction. She had learned how to control it.
Agnes knew how she was going to die long before it happened, and after making some decisions, as protagonist of this event, she made some slight changes to the “original” story. She would die, but she would drag all those silly people with her! Having made up her mind, while replaying that scene in her head, she could clearly appreciate the surprise on those idiots’ faces, realizing they were going to die too – ehehehe! Fools, never saw that coming!
She also loved to review her descendants’ life stories. Through those moments, she occasionally had the chance to “communicate” with them – well it was more like talking at them, but she was sure that somehow they felt her presence. One of her favorite moments was when Anathema realized she had lost the prophecy book, HEHEHE!! That girl was going to be so clever! Her shocked/worried face was a delight because no one else would ever see that expression.
She could spend hours in her own timeline rediscovering old memories, or trying to figure out the secret plots and easter eggs of human history. The fossilized dinosaur joke was a classic! She had to admit it took her awhile to understand, but after watching it for the third time it all came together...
It was all fun and games until black smoke from the oven filled the entire house and brought her back to present time, leaving her family with burnt food. Or when the clothes drying outside were completely drenched by a sudden storm and it was now too late to save them. Or that one time when she realized her child was being chased by an angry rooster all over the place and had been crying for help who knows for how long. “I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU SWEETIE!...I’ll... just let me finish the part when our tax collector falls into pig dung hehe”... ‘totally worth it’.
Agnes Nutter may have written “naughty” scenes featuring her great, great, great granddaughter, but she’d never really felt ashamed about it. She even included smutty words in some chapters in her “book” entitled “Some suggestions and remarks about the course of human history” dedicated to “Ye Daft Old Fool” – a work finished over the passage of ten years when sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat bread and jelly.
She was totally shameless.
Summary: Agnes is a shameless witch. Did she ever give a second thought to her actions?
Recipient: #28, irisbleufic.
Rated: General
1. Witches work naked
People in those days used to think of women as ‘defective’ in both soul and body. Church often made people feel guilt about their bodies and the joys of the flesh, however Agnes had never felt nor believed any of that rubbish about herself. Of course, given the nature of her gift of foresight, sometimes she felt limited by the laws restricting her physical form. But aside from her desire to touch the synthetic fibers of 21st-century people’s bed clothing, she felt comfortable with herself; moreover, enjoyed herself.
Since she’d been young she’d greatly cherished the feel of chilly wind blowing against her cheeks, hair, legs, and skin, and the sudden breathtaking frozen gusts that carried the smell of trees and flowers… sometimes dung. No matter what, it was a pleasant surprise. Being a prophetess, not much did surprise her, but the simple combination of wild wind and warm skin was a delightful experience; one that thrilled her every single time. As she’d matured into a young woman, this particular scenario had become less probable. Society had started demanding that she conform to a certain appearance – dressing in a way that involved many layers of clothing and spending more time working indoors. However, from time to time she was struck with the urge! At times, when the wind was strong enough, she would add her own extra touch. The wind would flip her petticoat up and she’d let it flow around, making nearby people, especially elderly women, get embarrassed and angry. Their overreaction and discomfort only stoked her.
One day, which turned into a very special night, a fair settled at the outskirts of Agnes’s village, surely due to a mistake by a merchant misreading the signs that led to the city. First, around noon, a group of wagons and horses arrived in the valley. The merchants realized they were lost, but due to the size of the group, they had already aroused suspicion. They found themselves surrounded by unfriendly-looking villagers. After exchanging some words, it was clarified that they were merchants with all kinds of exotic items (silks and perfumes and books by nameless men that could steer an entire society into superstition). The word spread throughout the small village, and that night the streets were filled with people. Under the dark cloudless sky, the goods were displayed under the shimmering light of candles, making them appear even more interesting. Even if the townsfolk didn’t intend to buy a thing, surely they would go to see the huge market.
This was exactly why Agnes wasn’t there.
Instead of wasting time visiting such a crowded place filled with all kinds of rubbish, Agnes stayed home. The weather was fantastic and she had the house to herself. With no gossipy neighbors to worry about, she dragged a chair close to the window. She lit a candle and, with book in hand, she sat. But just as she was about to open it, a flash of silver-white light coloured her fingers. Slowly the light filled the room like the tide fills the bay. With her shadow cast toward the room’s interior, Agnes felt a shiver of excitement down her spine, and she turned to face the full moon peering through the window. It was huge and round, and its bright light was pleasant to the touch. She played with it, creating shadows with her fingers, and felt how magic poured through her fingertips and her cheeks as the light caressed her face. This moon was like the sun.
The sun! Somewhere in time and space people were getting undressed and exposing their skin to the rays of the sun... With her foresight, she had seen people shamelessly sunbathing in the middle of crowds wearing only the smallest pieces of clothing so the sun would touch all their skin…
Then off came her dress, her skirt and her shoes, and she danced to the sound of crickets playing violins. She was bathed in the life-giving moonlight that came through her window.
In all her life, Agnes had never felt shame about her body. She had realized long ago how wonderful her body was. It allowed her to experience the world around her – cold breezes and hot tea, the delightful taste of jelly and bread! Sex didn’t shame her, for pleasure was a fun thing and even pain had a purpose. It was a challenging state and sometimes helped her to stay focussed on the current timeline. Just when she thought there was nothing else to discover in flesh, she gave birth to a life and lived to tell the story, on top of that she maintained that new life with her body’s nourishment. She had every right to spoil her body; to dance and moonbathe whenever she felt like it!
And yet a few morons had come up with the craziest ideas and attributed them to witches, attempting to blame them for all their misfortunes. They even dared to write that nonsense down and publish books so more brainless people would read those stupid words and take them as truth. It was all lies to laugh and shake one’s head for!
She had never danced with headless goats around bonfires, aside from the fact that goats would not let you join their goat parties just like that. There was not a single reason for most witches to give a single thought to the devil. Their power, deeds, and thoughts belonged to them and them alone. While it was true many could find inspiration in the moon, the stars, and other figures, the devil was not a popular choice, even being a big bugger. He didn't have a thing to offer and really didn’t understand how magic worked.
She would never waste good herbs to turn people into frogs, and just why on earth would anyone living in a village curse said village’s crops to die?! This was all nonsense. But she noticed through reading the pages of one of those stupid books (only god knew how it gotten to the village) that the author’s description of those nonsensical acts often portrayed women, emphasising their nudity as they committed their “crimes”, as he called witchcraft. It threw her back to all those beautiful nights of moonlight that had made her happy. She was mad! How dare they stain such an intimate human act with this blasphemy! ‘Oh well, they always find a way to ruin things. Only sad people would stop doing what they love due to others’ opinions.’
Most witchcraft books written by men: “Witches work naked”
Agnes Nutter, Witch: I be a Wych bote that is noht wye I be Nekked.
2. Memory Games
As a prophetess, Agnes had access to a variety of memories from both the events that were before her time and the things that may be but were not yet. They displayed in her mind as an immersive 4K 360º experience. She was not able to move things or communicate most of the time, but she was able to see a scene from all different angles. She was also able to access to that memory or point in time whenever she wanted, and repeat the scenes she found more interesting. As one can guess, this was top-tier entertainment, and also a great source of distraction and procrastination.
The first time Agnes realized she was able to “rewind time”, her mind placed her somewhere within Grantham. A man was resting peacefully under a tree when suddenly an apple bonked his head. The man’s face went completely blank before revealing the complete excitement in his eyes from an epiphany. It just seemed funny to Agnes for fruits to accidently hit people and they getting all enlightened from them. She laughed about it and inadvertently kept it on repeat for a while. In short, GRAVITY. When she’d had enough, the memory kept flowing but turned in a different direction. She had learned how to control it.
Agnes knew how she was going to die long before it happened, and after making some decisions, as protagonist of this event, she made some slight changes to the “original” story. She would die, but she would drag all those silly people with her! Having made up her mind, while replaying that scene in her head, she could clearly appreciate the surprise on those idiots’ faces, realizing they were going to die too – ehehehe! Fools, never saw that coming!
She also loved to review her descendants’ life stories. Through those moments, she occasionally had the chance to “communicate” with them – well it was more like talking at them, but she was sure that somehow they felt her presence. One of her favorite moments was when Anathema realized she had lost the prophecy book, HEHEHE!! That girl was going to be so clever! Her shocked/worried face was a delight because no one else would ever see that expression.
She could spend hours in her own timeline rediscovering old memories, or trying to figure out the secret plots and easter eggs of human history. The fossilized dinosaur joke was a classic! She had to admit it took her awhile to understand, but after watching it for the third time it all came together...
It was all fun and games until black smoke from the oven filled the entire house and brought her back to present time, leaving her family with burnt food. Or when the clothes drying outside were completely drenched by a sudden storm and it was now too late to save them. Or that one time when she realized her child was being chased by an angry rooster all over the place and had been crying for help who knows for how long. “I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU SWEETIE!...I’ll... just let me finish the part when our tax collector falls into pig dung hehe”... ‘totally worth it’.
Agnes Nutter may have written “naughty” scenes featuring her great, great, great granddaughter, but she’d never really felt ashamed about it. She even included smutty words in some chapters in her “book” entitled “Some suggestions and remarks about the course of human history” dedicated to “Ye Daft Old Fool” – a work finished over the passage of ten years when sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat bread and jelly.
She was totally shameless.
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Date: 2020-12-21 03:25 am (UTC)Agnes Nutter, Witch: I be a Wych bote that is noht wye I be Nekked.
These lines had my partner and I laughing all day, which was no easy feat given I had a health crash late last night and was kind of poorly all day. Truly, thank you for such a delightful holiday/birthday gift. I enjoyed this so much! <3
~ irisbleufic
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Date: 2020-12-21 02:13 pm (UTC)Hope you get well soon.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! And happy holidays ❤️
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Date: 2020-12-21 06:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-02 01:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-29 03:12 am (UTC)"aside from the fact that goats would not let you join their goat parties just like that." Thsi made me laugh too! And the last line :D
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Date: 2021-01-02 01:49 am (UTC)