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[vixen-demonscb]

Binx’s update

Nicho: Someone got some new paint supplies and decided to stay up all night painting..

Binx: I had to finish them Noona!

Sunghoon: A day and he’s already spoiled, look at this.

Heeseung: Says the one currently spoiling someone else.

Binx: Anyways~ I hope Kino likes them..

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[vixen-demonscb]

Binx: Hehe who are those for? They look pretty~

Sunghoon: and you play guitar? Ahh~ even more dreamy than I thought!

Update #6

Jay : It’s been a minute since I’ve broken my guitar out

Jake : Sooooo I have to prettiest girlfriend ever!! No one else can say otherwise

Yuqi : Out and about! Anyone wanna keep me company?

Ningning : Chuu~ *giggles*

San : So… I lost a bet with Wooyoung… and that somehow ended up with me on stage? I… didn’t hate it…

Wooyoung : *heart eyes at every man that catches his eye* I’m so lonely

Kino : I hope he likes them… wish me luck

Jina : It was nice to get out into nature for a while

Soobin : Fitting time for a new stage outfit!

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[jigsaw-survivor]

Gave Binx a bath today! Safe to say he's pissed lmao

[the-kittylorian-writes]

from instagram 🐈‍⬛

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can't do NOTHIN around here xp

[vixen-demonscb]

Nicho: What’s happening?

Binx: uhm..? Good luck??

Ready… Set…

Admin: Ok boys. You know the rules:

The location will be sent to your phone

Use any resources you have to find the target

Don’t get caught

May the best man win…

Jaehyun: <<smiles at Soobin>> Ready buddy?

Soobin: <<Jingles his keys>> One step ahead of you

Leedo: Is it against the rules for you two to join up?

Hyungwon: <<raises a brow>> This will be fun. See you guys there

Wonwoo: I don’t think any of you have a chance… I’ll give you a head start

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[mothandpidgeon]

Nine Lives (witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader) - Part 1

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pairing: witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader

rating: T (evenual E) MDNI

summary: As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized he feelings for you were more than just affection. The only problem? He's a 300 year old crused witch. Oh, and he's a cat.

contents: age gap (like 300 years), slow burn, yearning, soft!Ezra, probably anachronistic witchy stuff, love triangle (quadrangle?), reader is a millennial but otherwise not described, Ezra is a cat, he won't be forever, this isnt a beastiality thing, moth never uses y/n.

wc: 3.1k

a/n: This one is for all my Thackary Binx girlies. I've had some version of this story in my brain for years now. I'm very excited slash nervous to be sharing it with you!

Thank you @moonlitbirdie and @lowlights for the beta and help with witchy stuff. Thanks @tinytinymenace for suggesting the title and @schnarfer and @whocaresstillthelouvre for listening to me ramble about this.

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Connor’s mouth is on you before you can get your key in the door. He’s lucky he’s a good kisser because he spent most of your date talking about his music. You’re lucky you don’t have a guitar because you’re pretty sure he’d serenade you. 

“Sorry. I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says after you press him back. 

You laugh, triumph blossoming in your chest.

“At least control yourself until we get inside,” you tease. 

You hold his hand as you let yourself in. It’s quiet and dark now save the little reading lamp beside the faded, floral sofa. You’re relieved, maybe nobody’s home. 

“Cool place,” Connor says wandering in behind you. 

He’s taking in the details of your little apartment— a small kitchen tiled in green and an equally cozy living room. The attic ceilings slant with the roofline. There are pressed flowers and astrological charts on the walls, their frames outlined by the vines of overgrown philodendron. You pull him into another kiss so his eyes don’t linger too long on the books on your shelves, before he wonders why the spice rack is full of jars of belladonna and blackthorn instead of garlic and cinnamon. 

He squeezes your hips and your hands lace through his hair. Connor might not be the one but that’s not what you’re looking for. He’s exactly the kind of guy you won’t feel guilty about ghosting. Until then, he’ll be a good lay. 

He’s got his hand up your shirt when you hear your bedroom door squeak on its hinges. Out saunters Ezra, stretching out his long, black body like he’s just woken up. He was probably dozing on his favorite spot in the bay window.

“Hi, Ez,” you say, stepping out of Connor’s arms. Your cheeks heat, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something obscene.

Ezra brushes against your shins, a move that’s more territorial than it is affectionate. 

“Did we wake you?” you ask, scritching him on the white patch between his ears. 

“This your cat?” Connor asks. 

To call Ezra your cat as if you owned him doesn’t feel right. Even calling him a cat seems inaccurate. Ezra’s been your familiar since you were 18, passed down through generations of your family, but he was once a witch in his own right before being cursed to live in this form for 1000 years. 

“That’s Ezra,” you say, sidestepping the question entirely. 

 “Ez, this is Connor.”

“Hi, kitty. Pss pss pss,” Connor tries, crouching down to offer a hand for Ezra to sniff. 

Ezra does no such thing. He merely looks at him disdainfully, then his golden eyes shift to you with a look that says you’ve got to be kidding me. 

“Want a drink?” you ask, pulling Connor’s attention away. 

“Yeah,” he says. He takes off his jacket making himself at home. 

Ezra never approves of any of your dates and he isn’t shy about letting them know it, scratching up their jeans and hiding wallets under the couch. Once he left a hairball in a pair of new sneakers. As much as it drives you insane, you can’t be angry with him. It’s his job to not only be a companion and do your bidding but also to protect you. Now it feels like you’re bringing dates home to your older brother. Your older brother by a few centuries. He was turned sometime before the country existed. 

As you pour two glasses of wine, Connor slips his hands around your waist and his lips graze your neck. You’re already working up incantations for passion, whispering the words to yourself as he kisses down to your shoulder. The one good thing about being a witch is you can mask even the worst sex with a little bit of magic. Not that you have low expectations for Connor. There’s a promising bulge where you grind your ass back into him.

A crash rouses you from your reverie. 

“Ez!” you bark. 

Ezra has swatted Connor’s phone to the floor. He sits on the counter with a mild defiance on his feline face. 

“That’s ok,” Connor says, retrieving it and turning it over. “He didn’t mean it. Right bud?”

You’re not sure that cats can roll their eyes but Ezra does whatever the equivalent is before turning away with his tail raised to give Connor a full view of his asshole. He hops gracefully to the floor and retreats back into the other room. 

“Sorry. He doesn’t really like…people,” you say. 

“That’s ok. As long as you like me,” he says, pulling you back into his body. 

You laugh at him before you let him kiss you.  

—

“Should we go to the bedroom?” you ask. 

You’re straddling Connor’s lap on the sofa. The strap of your black, lace bra dangles off of your shoulder. 

“Huh?” he replies, as if he’s been roused from a trance. “Yeah.”

You chuckle to yourself. His lips are kiss swollen and eyes dazed. There’s a reason why witches are known to be seductive. Mortals can’t resist the magic.

You slide off of his lap and guide him up towards your room. 

Ezra’s sleeping on your pillow, curled into a soft little ball. 

“Wait here,” you tell Connor, depositing him on the edge of your bed. “Let me just—“ 

You scoop Ezra up and he lets out a yowl in displeasure. You take him to the living room, set him on the back of the couch and he blinks up at you, groggy and annoyed. 

“Exiled once again,” he complains, his human voice a silky southern drawl. 

“Just for a couple of hours. Can you stay out here?” you ask, your voice hushed. 

“Have I not suffered enough?”

“Youre right. It’s so terrible.” You roll your eyes.  “I make you sleep on the couch instead of the bed.”

“Two hundred and fifty three years in this feline form—“ he goes on. 

“Keep your voice down,” you hiss. 

“ —And the true curse is listening to you fornicate with a cavalcade of dim witted mortals,” he goes on.

“Did you say something?” Connor asks. 

You whip your head around to find him standing in your doorway.

“Not to you, hun,” you say. With a flick of your finger, he turns on his heel and goes back inside. You’ll have to cast another spell to rid him of any magical memories.

“I live here, too, little mage,” Ezra says. 

“Well, when you start paying rent, we’ll get a two bedroom,” you quip. 

“That little jest never gets old,” he grumbles. 

He leaps down from the couch and heads to the entryway. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, keeping your words as quiet as you can. 

“Leaving you to your debauchery,” Ezra says over his shoulder and he disappears through the flap in the bottom of the front door. 

—

In the morning, you wake up alone. 

Of course, you got rid of Connor as soon as you were sated. He asked to see you again to which you have a noncommittal answer. 

You’d expected Ezra to return, though. He might complain about being kicked out of bed but he knows nobody stays the night. 

“I only sleep with one man and that’s you,” you joke all the time. 

Each night you rest your chin on the top of his head, his warm body pressed back into your chest. It’s hard for you to fall asleep without Ezra purring beside you.

You linger for a while after getting dressed, sitting in the bay window and watching the leaves begin to fall. The apartment feels so empty without Ezra in it. It’s too quiet. That damned cat has two centuries worth of stories and you’ve heard them all ten times. You’re constantly begging him to shut up. Right now, you feel oddly lonely. 

Eventually you decide that waiting around for him is silly. You’ve got to get to work. Fortunately, you only need to venture down the back stairs and you’re there. Your apartment is in the attic of The Arcane Page. 

You let yourself in and you’re immediately hit by the smell of leather bound books, old paper, and the drying herbs Aunt Margot has hanging from the ceiling. The shop is packed so tightly with rows of bookshelves and oddities, it’s almost impossible to tell that this used to be a proper house. What had once been confined to the front rooms grew to take over the kitchen and sun porch, up the stairs to the bedrooms until the whole thing functioned as the store. 

The old Victorian is just off the main street that’s filled with quaint cafes, gift shops, and antique stores. It attracts all sorts— wannabe spiritual types looking for selenite wands, academics in search of rare books, and old ladies drawn in by the lush garden out front. Witches, too. The basement is full of spell books and strange ingredients, off limits to mortals. 

You hear aunt Margot’s jewelry before she comes into sight, Her gold earrings tinkling, bracelets jangling.

“Morning, dear,” she says, without glancing in your direction. She knows you’re coming before you arrive and not just because she can hear you on the back stairs.

She’s behind the counter in one of her regular linen dresses, dark hair streaked with silver falling around her shoulders. She pours from her porcelain tea pot.  

“Has Ez come down here?” you ask, glancing around the bookshelves to all of his favorite hiding spots. 

“No?” she says. She pushes one of the cups your way. Delicate and decorated with spell work, the scent of assam wafts up to your nostrils. “Percy, have you seen your friend Ezra?”

A little white mouse appears on the counter, paws clutching one of Margot’s rings. He scrunches up his pink nose at the suggestion he’s a friend of Ezra. Margot’s familiar has never gotten along with him. Despite the fact that one of them is a demon and the other is a cursed witch, the old cat versus mouse thing is somehow universal. Ezra’s threatened to eat Percival a hundred times, sometimes leaving dead chipmunks and mice at the threshold of the bookstore just to amuse himself. 

Percy shakes his head haughtily and then wraps his body around Margot’s steaming teacup. 

“He’s mad at me,” you sigh. 

“How come?” she asks, an eyebrow arched curiously. 

“I had company last night.” You put the cup to your lips as soon as the words leave you. 

“Let me guess. Another mortal.” Margot rolls her dark-lined eyes. She leans on the counter and sips her tea. 

You just shrug. 

“Then I don’t blame him,” she says. 

“It’s not the ‘50s. I can date a mortal. Didn’t you read Harry Potter?” you ask, knowing it’ll get a rise out of her. 

“You millennial witches and Harry fucking Potter. 

A mortal—“

“Killed my great great great great grandmother. I know,” you say. As if you haven’t had that fact drummed into you since you were old enough to walk. You decide not to mention how hypocritical it is that Margot dislikes mortals when she’ll happily take their money. It’s not worth it. The two of you have had this argument a hundred times. 

“I like mortals. They’re uncomplicated,” you tell her. 

“Uncomplicated? They’re boring.” She sets down her tea cup. “Have you ever been with another witch?”

Your cheeks heat at the question. Not because she’s your aunt. You’d tell her just about anything and, considering the fact that she raised you, she knows pretty much all there is about you. You’ve had plenty of sex but you’ve never done it with a witch, a fact that makes you feel like a virgin all over again. It’s not for lack of trying. There’s just not a whole lot of hot, single witches in your area. And while you’ve talked about going somewhere where the witches are in excess— Salem, New Orleans, Portland— you’ve always found some reason to stay in the Catskills screwing mortals. 

Luckily, you don’t have to answer Aunt Margot’s question because Percy squeaks and she says, “I know but she won’t.” Then she turns her attention to you and translates, “Percy says you ought to just summon Ezra.”

You frown at him. You could. A simple spell would compel Ezra to return to you but you can never bring yourself to cast it. Maybe if he were just an ordinary familiar, not a witch with his own desires, you might feel more comfortable using magic on him like that, but he has so little of his own. The least you can give him is the freedom to be alone if that’s what he wants. 

“You spoil him,” she tells you. Sometimes you’re not sure if Margot can read your thoughts or if she just knows you well. “He’s your familiar not your roommate.”

You finish your tea and put the cup down on its saucer. 

“You know what? I’m going to shelve some books downstairs,” you say. 

“Oh would you look at that,” Margot says, peering into your empty cup with amusement on her lips. “Maybe there is a witch in your future after all.”

She holds the teacup out for you to see the wet leaves have formed a clump in the shape of a heart. 

—

Ezra’s limping by the time he returns home. The sun has already begun to dip below the trees, painting the sky autumnal shades of purple and orange. Though he resents the idea he’s turned into a house cat, he’d much rather spend the night on the couch than have to do another in the damn woods. No matter how much it hurts. 

“Where the hell have you been?” you ask when he slips back through the cat door. 

You’re immediately kneeling beside him, concern cutting your pretty features. Shame settles between his shoulders. As your familiar, he has no right to disappear for an entire day. He almost wishes you’d punish him— dunk him in an ice bath or beat him with a hair brush like some of his old masters had— but he knows you won’t. You’re too good to him. That’s where he went wrong and fell in love with you. 

It happened slowly. You treated him more like a pet than a servant. From the very beginning, you let him sleep in your bed, drifting off to sleep as you stroked his belly. Sometimes he thought you were the one purring. You talked to him.  Not just about magic but you shared your entire life with him. No witch had trusted him, called him a friend in all the time since he’d been cursed, not until you. 

As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized this was more than just affection. You were beautiful and bold. And he couldn’t do anything about it. 

You’re off limits in every way. In human years, you’re not young but you’re practically a child compared to his 300 years. The bond between witch and familiar is sacred, a line even a witch as forward thinking as you would never dare to cross. And, of course, there’s the little matter of his being a cat. 

“I was getting really worried,” you say. 

“You requested solitude,” he responds. 

You sigh and pick him up, setting him on the counter. 

“You hurt your leg,” you tutt, taking his paw in your hand so you can examine his injury. 

He spent the night prowling the forest, anything to save himself the agony of hearing you with that mortal. In this self pity, he’d picked a fight with one of the feral tomcats that lives in the old graveyard. 

“This is why I don’t like it when you stay out all night,” you chide as you disappear into the bathroom. “Those cats are vicious.”

You return with a small jar of healing ointment you brewed specially for him.  

“I’ve walked this earth a cat longer than those mangey beasts. Longer than I was human,” he says. 

You begin by cleaning the cut, his fur now matted with blood and leaves. Your touch isn’t unfamiliar to Ezra yet he still wonders what it would be like to feel your skin, the softness of your cheek and plush thigh without a layer of fur in between. To hold your hand with one of his own. 

“I’m sorry I kicked you out last night. You’re right. You live here too. And I know you don’t like mortals,” you say, as you clean his wound. 

He’s let you believe that that’s why he’s so petulant when you bring your suitors around. Mortals have never been his cup of tea but he absolutely despises the ones that you bed, humans that have no business being with any witch let alone one like you. 

“They’re below you. You deserve a proper witch,” Ezra says. 

That’s a far more painful reality. Even if he were in the running, which he never will be, There are thousands of witches more worthy of you. One day you’ll find one and Ezra will watch you fall in love. With someone else. He’ll stay the same just as he has all these years, and be your loyal familiar even as you inevitably share less with him. He’ll watch you age and fade. Eventually, he’ll lose you entirely. Perhaps you’ll have a daughter that will take him on as her familiar but he can’t imagine caring for any other witch half as much as he loves you. 

“Come on. You act like you never seduced a mortal,” you say. 

The peppermint oil of the ointment tingles on his tender leg. 

“There was an art to such things in my time. One had to concert more effort than opening an app,” Ezra says. 

You smirk as you finish bandaging him. 

“I got you something. To make up for it,” you say when you’re finished. 

You glance towards the coffee table, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. Ezra follows your gaze to find a tray of take out sashimi waiting there. His stomach growls. Perhaps he is a house cat. He’d forgotten to catch himself dinner.

You bring him over and lift the plastic lid off of the container and Ezra sniffs at the glistening fish. It smells glorious.  

He wishes he deserved you. You know what he is, what he did to be convicted of such a harsh curse and yet you care for him like no other witch has. 

He swallows down the lump in his throat. 

“Is this tuna belly?” he asks. 

“Your favorite.”  

“I suppose I could find it in my heart to forgive you,” Ezra says though you’ve done nothing wrong. 

You scoop him off of the table, cradling him like a baby. 

“Easy on the wound, little mage,” he complains but secretly his heart swells. 

You laugh and kiss the white patch on his brow. 

“I love you, Ez.”

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Part 2

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[thecursedprince]

Monster High x Disney’s Hocus Pocus Skullector Dolls

Price: $125.00

Release Date: October 3 Fang Club Members / October 4 Regular

The Sanderson sisters (and Binx) from Disney's Hocus Pocus are the next characters to be immortalized in the Skullector series. Our designers put their Monster High spin on this wicked collection and conjured up lurks that pay homage to the beloved 1993 film. Winifred, Mary, and Sarah cast spells in spooktacular dresses and boo-spoke heels while Binx the cat does his best to keep these scheming (but oh-so-ghoulamorous) sistahhhs out of mischief.

MONSTER HIGH™ SKULLECTOR™ DISNEY HOCUS POCUS Dolls

Each doll stands 10.5 inches tall with 11 points of articulation

Dresses feature a layered design with golden spider strewn bodices

Bewitching sisters rock their witchy styles with skullette earrings and bespoke boots

Binx the cat figurine included to keep a watchful eye on this bewitching trio

Premium, spooktacular packaging is display ready

Comes with Certificate of Authenticity

Doll cannot stand alone. Doll stand included. Colors and decorations may vary. Purchase limits subject to change at the sole discretion of Mattel.

*From October 3, 2024 at 9:00am PT through October 4 at 8:59am PT, only Fang Club members can buy this set at MattelCreations.com, while supplies last. During this early access window, a limited number of sets will be made available to Fang Club members.

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[vixen-demonscb]

🥀Nicho: Another Day of Performances~ Luckily I have no meetings to attend~

✨Sunghoon: Gym time done~ let’s get the show rolling shall we?

💦Heeseung: I’m feeling especially.. feral today.. maybe someone interesting will show up~

🎀Jun: I’ve been practicing a new routine for showtime~ maybe someone will like it?

🐺Alpha: I’ll be at the race track, got a race soon~ I’d be nice to have someone special cheering for me~

🔥Yeonjun: This gum is delicious~ Want a taste?

🐈‍⬛Binx: I’ll be in the performance hall today~ if anyone wants to come see me..

🥀Minnie decided go opt out of the post today~

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[jigsaw-survivor]

I've got a cat. Wanna come meet him?

I want a cat =[

[p0is0ngirlx]

so, this happened yesterday🖤 everyone who knows me, knows that hocus pocus is my favorite movie in the whole world. i never ever imagined i would be able to meet max, allison & the voice actor for binx..my number one comfort character as a kid, & the reason my cat has the name that she has. i remember sleeping every night with my black cat plushie held close to me that i had named binx..& my mom always telling me that when i was really little i would run around yelling that max from hocus pocus was my “boyfriend”. little did i know, years down the road he would be calling me “the goth winifred sanderson”🤣 being a 90s girl, & a girl who breathes halloween..this movie just has it all for me. it will forever bring me a comfort i cannot explain. meeting them was a total dream. i’ll forever & ever remember this day. 💜🕸️🐈‍⬛🧪🎃

[jigsaw-survivor]

Adam can you tell Binx I love him

I can and I will. Hell, I'll let him respond, here

.xjbv 1ē

[bradshawsbaby]

“Poor Thackery Binx. Neither his father nor his mother nor the entire town ever knew what became of him those 300 years ago.”

Bob Floyd // A Hocus Pocus AU 🐈‍⬛

[nctahousecat]

Binx had a feeling he'd be meeting Sophie's sister tonight, watching her stare the two down from across the way. After how Binx treated Sophie upon the realization that she was a witch though, he couldn't blame her. The first moment Binx was left alone without his date, the brunette approached him almost too casually — he remained casual too, smiling and holding his hand out. "You must be Marnie. I've heard a lot about you, too."

He watched her look around, assuming she was making sure Soph was out of earshot, and Binx was only nervous for a moment. Hearing that a potential threat was about to arise had him biting the inside of his cheek (Max had warned him to be careful getting involved with a witch after all. He hadn't even thought about her siblings and what they were capable of). However, as soon as Marnie did her threat as a sister, Binx relaxed. He could respect the hell out of her for that, a fellow oldest sibling that only wanted to protect his sister, too. Before, that was Emily; now, it was Dani. He nodded his head in understanding, matching her smile. "I already screwed up once. I don't plan on doing that again," he promised, genuinely meaning it. He wasn't sure what Sophie had and hadn't told Marnie, but he held off on emphasizing that Soph was the first person he was willing to have feelings for in three hundred years. The last thing Binx wanted to do was be irresponsible with this own heart, let alone hers. He wanted to level with Marnie though, to make sure that she didn't think he was a huge asshole. He glanced over at the redhead he'd seen with Sophie's sister earlier, nodding in his direction. "So, who's your friend?"

@nctahousecat

“You’re Binx, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you.” The greeting was cool, but not yet hostile. Ever since hearing how this guy her baby sister was talking to had suddenly dropped contact without notice or explanation (Marnie opposed the term “ghosting” as someone who personally knew some very faithful and dependable ghosts) Marnie’s protective big sister instincts had kicked in. They were in no way lessened when, later, Sophie had explained that she had finally discussed matters with him and found out why he had ditched her. It turned out the man had a bad personal experience with a few witches and decided to base his opinion of every witch he met thereafter on those few. Sophie had decided to give him another chance, but Marnie was on alert; she wouldn’t be so forgiving if he did anything again.

“I’m not supposed to threaten you,” she said, glancing around to ensure Soph was still in the bathroom while she ambushed her date, “but I’m not saying this as a witch—I’m saying this as a sister. Don’t hurt her.” That was as much of a warning as she planned to give, so she plastered on a polite smile after as if they were discussing something as innocuous as the weather.

[pagedoll]

Baby acquired 💕

[decayraee]

i started a gofundme for my boys surgery 🥺🐈‍⬛

if anyone would like to donate - ANYTHING HELPS . even a dollar . i hate that my cat is going through this & i just want him to feel better . my boys are so important to me .

enjoy some binx 🤍

⭐️ gofund.me/47497333 ⭐️