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uncannychimerical · 3 days ago
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rabbit Arthur and cat John
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bekkomi · 18 hours ago
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Big fan of whatever his ship dynamic is
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vacationtolocation · 2 days ago
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ragnarockz · 3 days ago
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17, I, 𓆏
꒰ 17 ꒱ a pair of teary eyes + ꒰ I ꒱ stale sweat + ꒰ 𓆏 ꒱ “i need you so bad it hurts.”
Tip Jar 💰
YOUNG SALEM!AGATHA! YA'LL WANT SOME YOUNG SALEM!AGATHA?
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It was hot, disgustingly hot as the fire burned away into the already humid night. It was starless; pitch-black nothing of the forever night sky that spread across the horizon. Agatha tried to make herself feel comfortable despite the heavy woolen layers of clothing weighing her down. She had debated on shedding some of them. Modesty wasn't something she really needed to worry about any longer, not when she was now a covenless witch.
She could feel her legs sticking together from her own sweat. Enough was enough. Agatha gathered up her skirts to stand herself up; near to the fire so that she could see what she needed to do in the dark night. She untied the strings that held her back; removing layer upon layer until she was simply in her off-white shift. She could smell her own stale sweat from the woolen clothing and was panged with a memory of being given them by her mother.
Agatha rolled up the clothing she had taken off into an odd-shaped ball before feeding them into the fire. The smoke turned dark and thick; choking the young witch. She didn't care; what was there to lose now that she had lost everything by no choice of her own? Only the strongest survived and she, out of all the members of her coven, turned out to be the strongest.
She smiled to herself as she sat back down into the dirt and watched the fire she had built eat and swallow the remainders of a constricting, rule-heavy life. She had always wondered why witches didn't live more freely; what social norms were there to conform to when you were above norms anyway? The young witch sniffed loudly and raised her head a little higher; feeling bolder. She was already tearing away from following any sort of rules set out; any form of obligations.
She would not have to follow in the footsteps of others before her but rather, set her own path.
Her stomach growled and her hand instinctively reached to grab at her midsection. Another pang of memory shot through her like a bolt of lightning; hard and deep enough that Agatha had to close her eyes to chase away the tears that were daring to prick her eyes.
Her hunger was insatiable. Unmatched. Odd. Abnormal.
Her hunger could not be cured with a ripe red apple or a soft loaf of fresh bread.
Only from others could it be silenced; eating away at her insides until she was able to absorb someone else and their energy.
Penalized and ostracized; it was bad enough to be a witch but one of whisperings that she could be a succubus on top of it was a death sentence.
Clearly.
And not only was her appetite for the power of others strong but, the need for love and connection that was deeply rooted in the same sex.
Purity was not in young Agatha's wheelhouse; not with the number of times she had been caught or tattled on by other girls her age or by their mothers to hers.
Appetites only for power, knowledge and, sex.
She was a problem; had been a problem until, well...
Agatha smirked to herself at the mental image of her coven laying dead and hollow by her own hand. They had underestimated her so severely it had cost them everything.
Agatha crawled across the dirt to feed the fire with another log before she pulled back to her spot; curling up as much as she could to try and sleep. She felt safe here with the fire roaring and the forest enveloping her like a warm blanket. Her eyes grew heavy as her mind settled down without a worry in the world. The elements would keep her safe and sound throughout the night.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Agatha thought it was the trees talking overhead as she slowly opened her eyes and touched her face with her left hand to wipe away her sweat and dirt; loose strands of hair in her eyes. She pushed herself up groggily before her gaze rested on the fire pit; nothing but embers glowing.
"You remembered to find water."
Agatha blinked again and thought maybe it was the embers speaking to her. She squinted as she tried to focus; perhaps some sort of magic was brewing in the pit.
"Water is a passage."
"Yes. Exactly."
The young figure formed from behind the trunk of a tree; just as young as Agatha and just as similarly dressed. Agatha caught herself smiling as she rose and felt like she was drunk on her feet. Her confidante was back, her better half. Partner in crime; someone who understood her heart.
The young woman had called herself Rio and told Agatha that in order to find her again she could wait by a flowing stream or lake; a river that ran through the forest. She would be there.
She would be there after the bodies piled up, too.
Agatha smiled at Rio with her teeth.
"Are you hungry, my Love?"
Rio closed the gap between them with quiet, quick strides. Her skirts barely made any sounds, the same with her feet. She basically glided over the forest floor. Rio was so elegant that Agatha felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched.
"Not yet...but soon..."
It was Rio's turn to smile and Agatha could see nothing but lust in her expression. She had a penchant for collecting dead things; she waited for them to expire. She was specifically pleased with the bodies Agatha had given her and saw it as a sort of truce. You feed on power and I clean up after you. A perfect balance; a promise. A secret.
"There was a young thing wandering near here...maybe I can bring her to you?"
Agatha's eyes widened at the mere thought of it; absorbing such young energy would keep her full for days.
"You wait right here...I'll bring her to you..."
Rio's voice burned out like a lamplight and before Agatha realized it, she was gone. It wouldn't be too long now; soon she would be full. Fed. Looked after. The young witch rubbed her hands together and took a seat back down on the ground. Patience was a virtue or so her mother had told her.
Patience was also tested when it mingled with her passions. And those, not only included her desire for knowledge and power but, Rio as well.
It did not take Rio long at all to come back with her promise. A young girl; younger than both of them. Agatha could tell right away she was the child of a witch as she could see those young, slender fingers bend. The poor child had no chance; not against Agatha herself anyway.
Rio basically threw the young girl down at Agatha's feet so the woman could feast. She watched with wide, interested eyes as the dark-haired witch threw her hands up near her head and watched as the purple colored magic poured out from her. The young girl didn't even have time to scream or cry; draining away inch by inch by Agatha's magic.
It was mesmerizing to watch; the way Agatha took and took and took with no remorse. Filling and feeding a carnal need. Pure. Simple. Necessary.
Rio beamed as she watched the corpse slink down into the dirt at Agatha's feet.
"I need you so bad it hurts."
Never a thank you or compliment on how well Rio had done. No pleasantries as Agatha stepped over the body and towards Rio. Her voice sounded stronger, deeper. Telling not asking as the gap once again closed between the two of them. Rio could basically see the power wafting off of her partner.
Rio sunk to her knees before Agatha and without missing a second, Agatha bent slightly to grab the hem of her shift and lift it up.
The leaves in the trees overhead rustled and swayed as Agatha felt Rio's soft, wet lips press against her bare skin. The young witch shuddered as she let go of her shift to grab hold of Rio's hair. She brought Rio closer; pressed her up against her folds and felt the sudden slip of tongue against her pulsating skin. Blood rushed in Agatha's ears as she held herself back and allowed Rio to give her another gift.
Rio could basically taste the power and energy on her tongue as she lapped up Agatha with steady movements. It was Rio's way of saying thank you for another body to be taken away; another turn of the wheel of life. Beginning and end; birth and death. She felt Agatha's body shudder above her and the throbbing muscles hit her tongue. Rio merely increased her speed until she felt Agatha's thighs press hard against the side of her head and flatten her ears to her head. The young witch was close and Rio had her own chase for fulfilling a hunger.
Agatha sighed as she allowed her body to relax and release; warmth spreading through her body and dripping sweetly onto Rio's tongue and into her mouth. She wondered how power tasted this way; if it was sweeter than the bitterness she experienced.
The forest fell silent; subdued.
Content and at ease without a worry of emptiness; famine.
“Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.”
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mr-s3lf-d3structed · 3 days ago
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I was bored so have this that took me three minutes to find pictures for.
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imactuallysoup · 14 hours ago
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I fear it was hard to look up references for I, ronaldini so I had to download all my own references that weren't just a single pose...I love his expressions and decided I'll just make this post for anyone else who wants easily obtainable references
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hell, he's adorable. I love collecting all his sprites. Imma keep drawing this magician today. I loved reading all your reblogs last night. Gave me the motivation to keep drawing lmao
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totallynotasimp67 · 2 days ago
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‘Secret’ Spilled with love
So like, I’m only a few eps into Wano rn, and I had a thought while at work
Luffy/Zoro idly telling Otama abt the crew, but when they get to you they start blabbing abt you, their lover/crush, to Otama and Otama spilling to you when you meet Otama or Otama being like your the one Luffy/Zoro talked a whole lot about bonus points if they’ve been separated since Dressrosa or Zou or Luffy/Zoro are not really irritated at Otama for spilling their ‘secret’
Tag me if you use this please ❤️
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inartchive · 1 day ago
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uncannychimerical · 3 days ago
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no seriously, what is an email
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m4mmonthebest · 1 day ago
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This was....extremely fun to draw.
Volt trying to flirt with me: Haha Livewire your hands are so tiny.....
Me, thinking about all the ways I can fuck him until he's out of breath: haha yess so tiny so small I am so small and so tiny!!!
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vacationtolocation · 2 days ago
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angelofdumpsterfires · 10 months ago
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presented without comment
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hansoeii · 11 months ago
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butch wolverine, anyone?
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isolabellz · 6 months ago
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drivebypainter · 2 months ago
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“That’s not my name.”
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