#felt inspired

[summershouto]

blah blah something something one piece as textposts

and part 2

[kawareo]

i found your page and i love you now

And I love you, random citizen!

[jellolegos]

knight alicent scrap

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1846

Chapter 21:

After the sole topic about witch hunters and the bitter past, you all chose to try and get some sleep; needing all the energy you could recover for the next trial.

With the sky being always night, it was hard to keep track of time, and if it weren't for the exhausting trials; one would have trouble sleeping.

While the others slept close to one another, some laying on their jackets for some insulation against the cold floor; you had chosen to leave, for a little bit.

You knew not to stray from the road, but sleep would not come to you, and you needed some alone time.

You barely had one lately, with everyone being on top of one another all the time.

The moon was almost and completely full. Its beautiful white light seemed to follow you; illuminating your path. Your steps were quiet, and you eventually came to a halt, leaning your back against a tree.

You closed your eyes as you let the moon shower you with light, offering a cold warmth you could never explain but always welcomed.

So many nights have you spent in a similar position, neck and back arched to the full moon above you. Endless hours had you spent bathing in its white light, swearing you could hear it talk to you through some ethereal plane.

Some nights, you would hum and sing with the moon as your audience; a silent observer that never judged you, never tried to harm you.

Even when you need it the most, it chooses to grace you with power and help you escape your bonds; showing just how terrifying its power could be when it was passed through you.

Your mind wandered and you gently hummed a tune, the lyrics a mere whisper traveling through the night; not wishing to awake or scare the others.

Come little children

I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children

The time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows

Your white magic had come alive in your hands, dancing between your fingers as if responding to your song.

Yet before you cold continue; you felt a presence close by and your guard was immediately raised.

"I remember that song of yours," Agatha said as she walked out of the shadows and towards you.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your heart beating faster for a moment as you thought it was someone else.

"It led us into a lot of trouble that night," you reminded her, memories of your adventures flashing into your mind.

Agatha waved her hand dismissively. "It's not our fault those children thought to take a peak. It was way past their bedtime. The fault lies to the parents."

Her excuse brought a smile on your face, having missed her view of the world. Sometimes, your thoughts could get the best of you, and you failed to see the light in this world; like the people that feared the shadows whenever a new moon was in the sky.

Sometimes, you felt as if you were laying in the bottom of a deep pit; forced to face dark creatures fuelled by your emotions and thoughts; only to always climb to the surface renewed; reborn.

But when you were with Agatha, those things almost never happened. Her unique way of seeing the world had kept you focused, her presence a life vest to keep you aflot during dangerous waters... her kisses and touches, burning you from inside, making your magic core glow so powerful that no shadow ever had the chance to manifest.

Your smile remained, and you silently admired her beneath the moonlight as you stood next to one another, bodies barely touching but equally tempted.

Her expression changed into a more serious one. "Why didn't you call for me?" She suddenly asked, earning a puzzled expression from you. "When you were at the mercy of those witch hunters. Why didn't you call for me?"

You glanced to the side, ashamed of confessing your true intentions.

Time might have passed since your last meeting, but your body remained equally strong. You had the power, a little spell, that would alert Agatha of your presence. You had sworn to her under a blood red full moon that you would use it, should you ever need her help.

You never did, always hesitating; feeling you would pull her away from whatever goal she had in mind. You were afraid you would be a burden, to a woman you sometimes wondered if she would ever come back to you; after all those times, you refused to join her on a mission.

Familiar long fingers grabbed your chin and forced you to look straight into the face of the woman you had fallen in love with, whose initials felt carved on your heart; forever claimed by her.

"You remember I don't like asking more than twice, isn't that right?" She asked you, cutting any nicknames she had for you; a sign of how serious she was.

You tried to nod, but her grip on your chin remained. In the end, you took a deep breath and gathered your courage.

"I didn't want to burden you. Not when I knew how focused you were in mastering the darkhold, " you confessed, making her realize around what time period you fell victim to those barbarians that dared to mark your skin... only she was allowed to do that to you.

If Agatha still had powers, they would have been going crazy around her. She was pissed and you could see it by the darkness in her eyes, by the way she gripped your chin and the way her breathing changed.

In the end, she let you go and stormed a few feet away in an attempt to calm down. If she could use magic, she would have long blasted a few trees around you; it always helped when things were burnt or destroyed.

"This is not the promise you made to me, Y/N," she called you out by your name, one finger pointed at you.

"What would you have me do, Agatha?" You questioned, feeling your emotions getting the best of you. It was a full moon, after all. Y, so you can murder them in cold blood? Add more names to your never-ending list?" Your tone started to rise faintly, doing your best to keep it low and not alert the others.

"Yes," she answered as if it was not obvious enough before marching your way. "You are mine, Y/N," she hissed as she now stood in front of you. "And I protect what is mine..." she took a deep breath. "What is precious to me"

You parted your lips in surprise, never seeing it coming.

Agatha had outloud claimed you as hers, had confessed just how much you meant to her, and she meant it. Every. Single. Word.

You found no words to argue, and whatever anger was once rising had disappeared as if there was nothing there.

In a moment of weakness or perhaps desperation, you chose to act with your body. Your hands grabbed her cheeks and you pulled her towards you, sealing her lips with yours.

Agatha was startled for a moment before she followed, quickly claiming the lead from you by sucking your lips with an inner need. Her kiss spoke of hunger, lust, and need to be with you; to be reminded of the unique flavour your lips always had.

You let her lead, eagerly parting your lips to let her tongue enter. One hand went into her thick hair, fingers tangled with dark locks as you held her tightly; trying somehow to balance the power dynamics between the two of you.

Your back was pressed harder against the tree, one of her hands holding your waist as her body was pushed more against yours.

Eventually, you both needed air and with some reluctance you let each other's lips go; but your hands remained on one another.

She immediately buried her nose to the crook of your neck, continuing what she started by kissing the soft spot of your neck, making you see stars and reminding you she had not forgotten how to play you like an instrument.

You gasped faintly, your grip into her dark locks only increasing, and you forced your eyes closed; trying to fight the feeling of building up pleasure, your body succumbing to her lips and her roaming touch.

Agatha did not continue the torture for long, having taken her dose by finally being able to enjoy you in peace. She would have much preferred to do it in a warm house, preferably on a soft bed, but she had to be patient for now.

Her lips trailed ghostly marks across your collarbone before settling faintly on your lips. The peck that followed was quick, and only then did she stop and pull faintly back.

You looked at her, lips faintly bruised as your noses almost touched. You let go of her hair and instead cupped her cheek tenderly.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting to hear you say that," you confessed, slightly out of breath.

"What, claiming you?" She questioned as she quickly connected the dots. She gently pushed a strand away from your face. "Sugar, I made you vow to me and call me when in trouble. I made you bleed upon a dark pact. Wasn't this enough of a sign?"

Your cheeks felt slightly flustered. "Should be?" You dared to question, earning a look from her that reminded you not to ruin the mood. "I know it should... but I always wondered... especially now, with Rio..." Your voice trailed off.

"Rio is in the past, hon," she told you in a sweet voice. "You are the present and hopefully the future. That is, if you don't turn me down after all this"

You could not help but chuckle faintly. "I think me agreeing to walk this shitty sadistic road for a second time should be enough of an answer"

Without waisting another time, you moved your hands and pulled Agatha into a much needed hug. You pressed her tightly against you, your nose buried to the crook of her neck; almost hidden beneath her thick locks.

You felt her hugging you back with equal need, your presence easing the turmoil within her heart. She rested her chin on your shoulder, eyes closed as your scent overwhelmed her senses and momentarily clouded her mind.

"I am with you, Ags. From now until my last day on this cursed world. I vow to you in the name of my mother" you confessed.

Agatha stared with wide eyes in front of her, lips parted faintly in silent surprise. Your words were serious, she could tell, but she could also sense the magic within them; an invisible silent spell bowed to a promise.

She could not help but glance at the full moon as you vowed sacredly to your mother, a name you rarely let it leave your lips...for when it did, it meant business.

Chapter 22

[ryker-writes]

This is not a writing request, I just want to give that brain image to you:

Idia with an S/O that's horrible with tech.

As in, so horrible, they don't get smartphones and manage to break Nokias

I know you said this wasn't a request but I felt inspired so here we are! I am like a grandpa when it comes to technology so I relate to this lmao

Idia with a S/O that's terrible with tech

You are his stress.

In the beginning of your relationship, he saw you had an older phone and of course he needed to change this immediately

like his S/O with an old out of date phone??? It's blasphemous to him

As soon as he sees that even your out of date and old phone is having problems, he's literally throwing away your old phone and getting you a new one like you have no choice in the matter

He'll get you the latest phone with all the newest features and he even upgrades it more with his own tech skills

...

What do you mean you don't get it??? He tried to make it simple...

It's simple to him, but not to you

So of course he tries to explain it to you...again...and again

Poor Idia doesn't realize all the technology terms and information he's trying to to give are a bit overwhelming and hard to understand

When you come back to him telling him that you broke your phone, you've also broken him

Idia.exe has encountered an error. Please restart.

He'll buy you a new one of course, but this time he's giving you the best phone case to prevent cracks and damage

He watches you closely with this new phone and will panic if he sees you putting your phone even close to the edge of a surface

Idia even gives you small tips and creates little tutorials in your phone for you to learn how to do things

Every time you break your phone, he'll replace it of course but it hurts a part of his soul each time

He would rather die than let you just have a Nokia phone

Please just take the smart phone so the last shreds of his pride can remain in tact

[petrovna-zamo]

[therealtsk]

Liberating the Divine Self Art by @cpericardium! Go follow her she’s amazing

[citrusacidic]

[diazheartsbuckley]

Inspiration Saturday Sunday✨

So I haven't done a moodboard in a while but I just got an idea for the main character death fic that I've been working on aaaand I gave it a name ✍🏻

Buck takes a sharp breath, unable to fill his lungs with air as he looks down at the flag beneath his hands. He knows how to do this, he knows how to fold a damn flag into a triangle yet his hands doesn't seem to respond. He lifts his eyes, the world one big blur until he sees Eddie looking back at him on the opposite side of the flag. A small, strained smile tugs at the corners at Eddie's lips and Buck does his best to return it as they fold the flag once more, Buck's hands shaking as they reach the final fold. And he holds the flag in his hands, holds it tight like he's not ready to let go, like the reality of the situation hasn't quite settled in. Yet he knows that this is the final step before the casket is lowered into the ground. And maybe that's why he can't move, maybe that's why he has to bite his quivering lip as he turns on his heel in a controlled movement. He meets Athena's eyes, seeing how even through the pain, she manages to give him a look that sends a wave of comfort through his entire body. A stifled sob escapes his lips as he places the flag in her stretched out hands and he salutes her, having to fight every fiber of his being to not break protocol and pull her into his embrace, to find comfort in someone who loved Bobby as much as he did. As he always will. It's too soon. Athena, her family and the 118 were supposed to have so many more years with Bobby in their lives. To experience his warmth, his embracing nature and hear him laughing at his own ridiculously bad jokes. He was not done living but unfortunately, that choice was not up to him. Death came and took him before his time, before he was ready. Before anyone was ready. Nobody can ever prepare for death but Buck wishes that he could rewind time and just have one last talk with the man who always treated him like a son, who loved him when he thought that he didn't deserve it.

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[enoe-of-noen]

Curse

Day 8/9: Curse x Asmodeus

Prompts by @obeymetournaments!

Mc sat on their bed, scrolling through their D.D.D., enjoying the peaceful afternoon.

Suddenly, the thumps of quick feet approached their door until it eventually swung open. “Mc!” Called out the avatar of lust, his hair a mess. “Asmo?” Mc raised a brow, sitting upright and patting the spot in front of them for Asmodeus to lay.

He groaned as he plopped himself down, hugging Mc’s abdomen. “What happened?” “That fucking bastard, he performed a spell on me and now my hair is stuck as this bird’s nest!”

“Ouch, how long?”

“That little shit doesn’t know a reverse spell! I’m stuck like this until he figures it out!” He cried, burying his face into Mc. They only sighed, rubbing his back slowly. He grumbled, squeezing Mc tighter.

“…I’m sorry, hon. You were probably busy relaxing and I came in here and ruined your fun.” He peered up at them, his eyes glossy. Mc cooed, moving a strand of hair from his face. “I’m okay, Asmo. Come to me if there’s anything ever bothering you, I’m lucky to be that person.”

Asmodeus sniffled, smiling slightly. “You always know how to cheer me up, darling ♡,” he chuckled. Mc returned with a smile of their own and rubbed their nose against Asmodeus’, flushing his cheeks.

“I love you, Mc. Thank you.”

“I love you too, Asmodeus.” They shared a soft kiss, spending the rest of the evening in bed and cuddled up. As Asmodeus laid there in their lap, his looks didn’t matter. Simply the relaxation and time spent with Mc.

Luckily for him, the next morning, Solomon was able to reverse the curse and return Asmodeus’ hair back to normal.

From then on, Asmodeus felt his relationship with Mc become more intimate, more than his looks. Feeling closer to each other. Maybe, this’ll be another new chapter in everlasting Asmodeus’ life. He’ll just have to see it through.

“With you ♡” He whispered under his breath, absentmindedly adoring Mc.

[obeyme-lilium]

Profile: Humans (Sorcerers and Witches)

Humans are the primary inhabitants of the eponymous "Human Realm". Unlike Demons and Angels only a very small portion of humanity is able to use magic naturally. These humans are called "Sorcerer". Due to their powers they are often subjugated, abused and used. This lead to the Sorcerer's choosing to live in the shadows to protect themselves and humanity as a whole. This lead to the formation of the Sorcerer's Society. For humans without natural magical abilities there are other means of acquiring the ability to use magic: Forming a pact with a magical creature. If a human enters a pact with a magical creature (often demons) they will gain magical powers. These humans are called Witches. They are considered "Illegal Magic Users" by the Sorcerer's Society. Witch Hunters, Mage Killers, and Exorcists all historically hunted down Witches. In more recent years, due in part to the Sorcerer's Society, Order of Exorcists, and Devildom's agreement to cooperate Witches have become more accepted within magic user society. The final and most-exclusive category of magic-using humans is Nuns, Priests, and Exorcists. Through the use of Divine Implements (Holy Books, and Blessed Weaponry) they are able to cast holy magics similar to that of the denizens of the Celestial Realm. No matter if Sorcerer, Witch, or Exorcist in order to use magic all of them must use an incantation unlike Angel, Fae, or Demon who can cast magic without use of any*. However, some rare humans are able to use magic without an incantation. *However, for more controlled results often opt for incantations.

[unaside]

kinda wish sophie didn’t end up with anyone at the end of the series. i feel like the girlboss that she is deserves some time not plaqued by romance yk??? like i’m being so fr she has always had multiple problems and romance has always been one of them. it sorta feels like shannon forgot that kotlc isn’t a romance book.

[arrgh-even-more-whatever]

songs that i listen to the most while drawing the comic (and just generally awesome songs i can recommend. will probably add more later)

[amid-fandoms]

you need to let it go

[x3daffo]

various drawings of my fursona ive been working on for a while :3

[ferperss]