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𝔻𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤 ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [𝟙𝟠+, 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚]

[1k words, backstory, power imbalance, voyeur + noncon + kidnapping(?) + no sex +gn]

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: DARK CONTENT: NONCON!!!!!!!!

Perhaps, you're lucky. Out of 400 trainees, you were unlikely to make top 10. If you didn't make top 10, you'd be stuck in the Garrison. That would be more humiliating than being unemployed. Survey corps wasn't even an option. To you, the world within the walls is big enough.

So when the premier himself, called you out of the stampede of 200 other trainees running towards who knows what (a finish line so far, you'd forgotten it existed), you didn't question it. You should have, at least, asked him 'why me'. You weren't even aware he was watching. Is this something he did regularly? Was his palace life that idle and boring?

With a glance, he ordered you to follow him. He walked to his carriage, parked not too far away from the training ground. It's almost like he could have watched from the windows if he wanted. The only officer awaiting the premier, held the carriage door open after he climbed in. You took that as a sign to get in.

You can't recall the exact conversation that followed. What you do recall is the feeling of his grey eyes raking over your body. At that time, you were sure it was because of your dishevelled state. Sweat dripped down your forehead and soaked your shirt.

“Do you want to work in the palace?”, you're sure he'd asked.

“Of course! It's the most prestigious job one could have!”, you'd said and then gasped and stuttered out an apology when you realized you may have offended his job position. You didn't mean to call military officers more important than the premier. It's just a very honorable job!

He'd laughed and cut you off. Next thing he said might've been something like, “well, that's a shame. I came to offer you a job. But I don't think you'd want such a dishonorable one.”

"No! Of course not! I mean, no, yes! No, not no! But, yes! I, I do! I do want the job! Your job! No, not your job! But, I mean,” you'd almost sank to your knees and grovelled before he cut you off again. His laughter swelled his chest this time, you felt it vibrate in yours too.

“You sure? The job I'm offering is a lot more demanding than one of a military officer's. I picture you to be sore more often than not,” his eyes raked your body once again as his lips curled into a sinister smile.

You thought he saw you as weak. Maybe you were weak. But a job with the premier was bound to pay a lot. Right?

“I am most grateful that the premier is offering me a job! I cannot think of any reason to decline the offer, sir.”

“Oh? You sure you don't want to ask any questions?”, he teased again.

“No, sir!”

He'd laughed and knocked on the window. That was when you looked around the carriage and saw your luggage sitting by his feet. Did he know you'd say yes or did you not have a choice in the matter? Sadly, these questions only came to you once the carriage was on the move.

The carriage had taken you deeper into the walls than you'd ever been. Life within Wall Sina looked like a different nation with buildings taller than you'd ever seen and clothes as bright as the flowers in the fields you grew up in.

The trip from the Training Corp to Wall Sina was long enough for you to ask about your job but it was the premier who asked you questions instead.

Some questions seemed to be related to your job, “are you an early riser? Do you prefer to be told what to do or to do things on your own?”

Others sounded like filler questions, “do you have a pet? What do you think of collars?”

Then there were some questions which had to be a test of some sort, “do you think thoughts normal people don't? Do you find it hard to fit in?”

So many questions later, you were more puzzled about this job than before. Nothing told you what he had in mind for you.

“This is were you will do most of your work. I need you to be at arm's reach at all times so you will follow where I go. For now, welcome to my residence.”

That was the first thing you learned about your job. The carriage had brought you straight to the premier's home.

The premier stepped out of the carriage first and, to your surprise, held out hand to help you out. You had, of course, thanked him for his generosity while accepting his help. Later, his hand moved to your back while giving you a tour of his house.

The layout of the house was like any average posh house. The entrance lead to a hallway which introduced the living room. A kitchen and dining hall were next. The walls and floors had carved wood panels and every chair looked good enough to sleep on. A vase sat everywhere a case could sit. A tapestry lay everywhere a tapestry could lay. It was a lavish home. He lead you upstairs where all the bedrooms were, carrying your luggage himself.

“You can call this space yours for now,” he spoke once reaching the last door in the similarly lavish corridor. He urged you to open the door and waited for you to walk in first.

Compared to what you saw downstairs, it was a modest room. It held nothing more than the necessities: a bed, a dresser, and a chair. It was, perhaps, the size of the room that made it look more bare than it was.

A light thud of your bag meeting the floor followed these words, “the room right next to yours is my study. One across that is my room. All other rooms are bare.”

He paused for a moment before looking down at you, not moving his hand away from your back, “I will give you one last chance to ask questions. Any question about this job.”

An almost stoic look overtook his features. For a second, you wanted to flee. But you gathered yourself before saying, “I- I trust the premier knows my capabilities. I will do as you say and I will do them to the best of my, my abilities.”

The smile in his eyes didn't match the tone of his voice when he said, “naïve lamb, you trust me? Don't ever say I didn't give you a choice.”

He pulled away then, making a show of flicking dirt off of his clothes, “you need a wash first. Walk with me.”

Shame ran through your face. He was right but his tone embarrassed you, somehow making you feel worse than Keith Shadis's taunts.

In your predicament, you failed to notice how the door to your room had no locks on the inside but had a bolt on the outside.

Strangely, it's his bedroom that he walks into. When inside, he walks through another door which opens to a bathroom. There lay what looked to be a bucket, large enough to fit a person, filled with water. A stool with soap and towels stood next to it.

“Get in.”

You weren't sure what the premier meant. Surely, he didn't mean-

“Take off your clothes and get in the tub,” he said in a gentler tone, walking towards the exit.

Seeing him walk away, you reached for the buttons on your shirt. You were eager to be presentable before the premier.

All your clothes laid on the floor when you sat in the bucket. Its contents spilled over, soaking your only change of clothes. You couldn't care for it then, basking in the warmth.

You took your time in the water. Rubbing your sore limbs and cleaning your crevices. You really did want to appear proper in front of the man who chose you out of 200 others and brought you to be ... Well, you weren't sure what your job was.

You thought about every possible position you could fill for him, a secretary, a maid, a peon, a clerk, an accountant, a... A friend? All options you thought of had equal possibilities. So you shook your head, deciding it wasn't worth mulling over.

Only when the water ran cold, you got out of your small pond. You reached for the towel on the stool to dry yourself and noticed it barely covered your important bits.

Thankfully, you recalled seeing a folded robe on a shelf near the door. So, you wrap the towel around yourself to the best of your abilities and then around to go retrieve it.

You wished you didn't turn around.

You couldn't see the robe from where you stood, because the premier was standing before it.

It took you several moments to realize he hadn't left the room at all. A shrill shriek left your chest as your arms covered your body.

The premier laughed in the same boisterous manner you witnessed before and strode over towards you, “and here I thought you were so smart. Thought you were diligently doing your duties.”

You tried to take a step back but the premier grabbed hold of your towel, “move and this goes away.”

You stood shaking before him. The premier looked over you like he had done in the carriage and in that moment, the signs fell into place.

From your first interaction with him, you mind pushed away all the signs thinking someone like the premier could never be so immoral. All of the corps look up to him; he's Dot Pyxis's best friend. And Dot Pyxis looked out for his delegates. There's no way that this was real.

"Little lamb," your stomach curled at the sweet tone he used. It contradicted what he was doing to you.

He cupped your face in his palm, holding you in place while his other hand lightly grazed your bare back. "You weren't made for the military police. The scary military seniors would have your meat by the very first week."

Oh, you believed his words. You were not cut out for any of this. You had no clue what this life was like. You had no clue what these scouts were like. You should have never left your village.

"Ooh, yes! I knew you would sound like an angel when you cry. Yes, let it all out," he groaned at your sobs. This man openly enjoyed seeing you in distress. The more you sobbed, the more his eyes gleamed. He cooed and awed at you instead of soothing you, I'll teach you. I'll tell you all about how bad and scary this world is. All you have to do in return, is cry for me just like this."

You didn't want to please him. You wanted to hold back your cries, but you couldn't help yourself. They left your chest in heaves making you choke and gasp for air. The premier breathing matched yours, erratic and frantic. He was holding you up now, since your body had given up on you. He caged you in his arms, a hand holding your head before his eyes so he wouldn't miss any quiver on your lips or the tear streaks on your face.

You tried to push him away, you tried to. But it only excited him. He pressed your body onto his and rutted against you,"oh, my little angle, my sweet, sweet, angel. Yes! Yes! You're doing so well! Try harder, angel. You can try harder."

You felt his hardness against your stomach. His warmth touched your skin like a burn. You did try harder. You used your fists to punch at his face, your nails to scratch him, and even your knees to try and hurt him. The harder you tried, the harder he rubbed against your body. Nothing you did stopped him. So you did the only thing you hadn't done so far, "please, premier, I don't want this. Please stop!"

You pleaded with him

And he stopped. He stopped chasing his high and let go of you.

You thought to yourself, 'was this all I needed to say all along?' You wished you said it earlier.

But your relief turned to fear when you heard the sound of his belt coming undone.

With a guttural growl, the premier ripped off your towel and covered your body in his cum.

In that moment, you thought about the irony of taking the shower to look presentable for him when he was the one to sully your body. There was nothing you could've done to stop him. You had already made the wrong choice a long time ago. You reached for the towel he threw on the floor but he interrupted you, "you need another cleaning, angel."

Your knees hit the floor then. From your peripheral, you saw thick, big arms reached for your defeated body.

He kneeled next to you, wiping your face clean with his thumb, "the world is a big scary place. Men like me are everywhere. But you don't need to worry abou t them anymore. They can't touch you when you're with me."

Then, he bathed you.

The man that sullied you, bathed you and dressed you in clothes he bought for you. Even when he tucked you in bed and kissed your forehead,"sleep well. You have much to do tomorrow," you didn't have it in you to push back.

Since the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had you. Now, you knew it too.

[wszczebrzyszynie]

This is very much an experimental unsure thing but now that the student experience is slowly catching up to me im thinking of opening commissions for portraits in the style of those gravity fals one i made? As i really like making them and dont really have the time to sell more polished arts. Well i dont know if theres an interest in that. Theyd be for 20 usd i think. Well alright

[littlecrittereli]

Wanted to doodle some comfort bros to balance out the angst of my recent posts lol

Hey pookies! Just wanted to say I really appreciate all the love and support I've been receiving lately for Decoded! I always love your comments/asks/fanart/memes, it genuinely has been bringing me so much joy and I'm so grateful for it <3

I know I said I had a lot of art to post (and then proceeded to post none of it LOL) I'm just a little overwhelmed rn with some life stuff so sorry for the wait! I also have a lot asks that I haven't gotten to and I apologize for that as well!

Trying my best to keep up, but I haven't had a lot of time recently. Art's gonna be a little delayed, but don't worry Chapter 8 is still gonna come out this Saturday as scheduled!

[aquared]

midnight crew based / inspired kids or something

i have been spinning them around in my head like a microwave for 3 days now and they make me so happy

their names are jack ( original i know ), coby , dean , and hyde respectively methinks

EDIT : IF U SEE THIS DONT REBLOG THIS ONE REBLOG THE RESPRITES FROM MY ALT THEYRE WAY BETTER !!!! WAY WAY BETTER ! https://www.tumblr.com/apochryphalantithesis/740274504979382272/i-love-editing-their-outfits-theyre-like-little

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Words: 1699

Chapter 3

The sun had almost set by the time you found yourself in Westview, the paper with Agatha's adress tucked into your pants' pocket.

You walked the empty road, feeling eyes on you behind pulled curtains. The neighbours were uneasy, having chosen to lock themselves into their houses; but you could not blame them.

If what Agatha said was true and had managed to gather a coven, those poor people must have seen a few odd figures heading the same way as you.

Witches could not help it. They always had this aura, making them easier to stand out. Sometimes, their energy was enough to make someone have this uneasy feeling deep within their guts; though being as ignorant to the supernatural, they could never truly understand why.

At last, you reached the house that seemed to belong to Agatha.

The first thing you noticed was the lack of a door, but you speculated that some unfriendly visitor had found Agatha earlier that day. It would explain this sudden and urgent need to go down the Road in such short notice.

Stepping inside, you could hear voices in the background; indicating that you might be the last one to arrive. Your eyes barely glanced at the rather odd decoration of the house. None of it was screaming Agatha; you knew cause you had lived with her even for a short amount of times.

"Wait," you heard the voice of the teenage boy calling, putting a pause at the overlapping voices of the other witches. "We are one witch short," he pointed out, clearly talking about you.

You decided to make yourself present by letting your steps sound a little harder against the wooden floor, earning different pair of eyes on your form.

"No, you are not," you corrected him, one hand in your pocket.

You quickly scanned the room, sensing the different magical signatures while quickly studying them as well.

They were very different from one another, from their ages to their outfits and, of course, their magic affinity.

Yet again, it was often needed for a coven to be diverse. Though you could not help but wonder if such intense diversity would actually work, the tension between the witches and Agatha was thick enough to almost be visible.

"Sugar," Agatha greeted with a small smirk, not caring that she used your nickname in public.

She never hesitated to do it before, even though you had tried to argue a lot of times. You preferred privacy, and such nicknames, in your opinion, should exist behind close rooms and during intimate moments between two people.

Of course, Agatha never truly took into consideration your opinion and continued. There was something powerful, possessive even when she was the only one to call you such a name. Not to mention, it showed others that in a way, you were hers; some sort of invisible claim that warned others not to test their luck.

Agatha had not changed ever since, at least with that part. Despite the years you two had spent away, despite the rather unknown nature of your relationship; she still kept claiming you, often impressing even herself with ways she could find.

She studied you for a moment as your eyes connected and took notice of your outfit. While other witches chose dresses, skirts, or hippie pants; you went to the other side of the spectrum.

You had chosen a white professional shirt whose shade was bright enough to draw attention from afar. However, that was the only white thing on you.

Your buttoned up vest had white lines, but the base was black, a matching shade with your well tailored pants. Even your tie was at the colour of black, giving you a more unisex and professional look.

Needles to say you had impressed her, since for centuries you were a big fan of simple white clothing. You barely chose any other colour to wear, always having a strong connection to the bright shade.

Yet here you were now, the dark on you, almost fully covering you; the darkness of your solitude and hurt past casting a shadow to your once brighter and naive self.

It tempted Agatha, curious for a moment to test your reaction by having her hand drag across your body; testing if you would stop her when she would try unbutton your vest and take off your tie...oh, and what she could do to you with that tie.

The intense staring and sudden silence had drawn curious looks on you, some wondering what your connection to the dark Witch that had gathered them all.

The moment was interrupted by Lilia, who had been watching between the two of you until her mind and gaze trailed off.

"Two of swords!" She gasped, earning everyone's attention on her.

She did not say anything else, as if she was not conscious she had said anything or not. That alone quickly made you realize which role she played in this coven, a divination witch that was always needed in almost every mission; especially one as dangerous as the one you all had chosen to participate in.

Before any more questions or comments could be thrown, Agatha clapped her hands once.

"Well, gang's all here. Let's hit The Road." She said, trying to change the topic.

However, Jen was not done yet. "Wait," she exclaimed, and Agatha immediately knew this was not going to be good. "Where's our Green Witch?"

"Oh, do we really need one of those?"

"Of course we do." Jen argued and then looked at you. "Unless you are a Green Witch, though you definitely don't look like one," She continued, her tone judging you as did their eyes; going up and down your form.

"I am not," you corrected her, unfazed by her gaze.

You had this passive expression on your face, a cold mask that nothing could truly penetrate. Your aura was calm but hid danger behind it, like a dark peaceful sea whose waters were far deeper than they looked; dangerous creatures lurking within, waiting.

Your answer only fueled the argument between Jen and Agatha, one insisting on the importance of a Green Witch and the other arguing there was no need.

Eventually, Teen joined by referring to one member they had not invited from the list; a black heart.

This made you arch an eyebrow and look at Agatha, who at that moment did the mistake of looking at you as well.

Once again, you quickly saw right through her facade and saw both the fear and annoyance she tried so hard to hide. Whoever this black heart meant to represent was a deep scar from Agatha's past; one she did not wish to bring up.

In the end, Agatha left; excusing herself she was going to bring back the last member so they could all start the ritual and open the door to the Road.

The moment she left, the main attention fell on you; each individual in the room had different thoughts, but you were part of all of them.

In the end, it was the boy who chose to speak up. "Wait, I am confused." he even lifted his hand, like a student asking permission from the teacher to voice his question. "Jen is Potions, Lilia is Divination, Alice is Protection... what are you?"

Jen nodded her head. "The boy is right. What are you?"

That judging look once again.

It made you wonder if she looked at others the same or she felt both offended but also threatened by your presence.

It would not be the first time a witch had reacted negatively against you, especially once they realised your affiliation. Your type was not often welcomed, the duality of your nature often a wildcard that no one wished to possess.

"Backup," you explained, choosing to remain vague with your answer.

There was no need to go into detail, at least not now. You barely knew one another, and it was evident there was no trust between any of you. A common goal brought you forward, but it was not kindness or the need to find a coven.

It was selfish, and you knew that too well. Even your reasons for joining could be considered selfish.

After all, no one else chose to walk the Road unless they had a deep selfish goal in mind. Ironically, this one was what was tested the most during the trials that awaited down the Wicked Path.

You turned to the boy, realizing he was still confused by your presence. Sure, your name was on the list, but you did not seem to be part of the main four needed; according to both the Ballad and Agatha.

"To walk down the Road, you need four basic witch paths to help you and also unlock the door. Anything else is extra help, " you explained, your tone slightly softer

You could not help it. Just by seeing into his dark, innocent eyes, your defences dropped. He was a young boy, too young to choose such a path, and it made you wonder what he truly needed to take such a decision.

Jen opened her mouth to argue when Agatha walked into the room, dragging with her an older woman.

You could immediately tell she was a human woman, no drop of magic within her, and something told you the others realised that too.

Looking at Agatha, you saw her silently asking you to remain quiet on the topic, and you obeyed. Though deep down, you could not help but wonder how this would truly work.

A green witch would be needed for the trial, and only after it was passed, she would no longer be of need.

You did wonder how this would work out, but your trail of thoughts was interrupted by the faint sound of a wold howling. Your head immediately snapped to the side, eyes distantly gazing out the window as the darkness of the night covered the sky.

Agatha must have realised it, too, for she clapped her hands yet again. "No time to waste, vamos!" She said and started to walk towards the stairs leading to her basement, leaving you all no choice but to follow.

Chapter 4

[demonsascent]

trying new poses… thoughts?

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[badbigbrother]

Little bro bouncing on big brothers cock, his tight ass stretching to almost the breaking point as he sobs, feeling his brother's chest press against his back.

Then big is walks in.

At first, she's shocked. But quickly, little bro sees her smirk.

"I always suspected this, you know?" She teased, as she walked to the side of the bed, stripping clothes as she moves. Eventually she slides onto the bed between big bro's legs, shuffling up so her nose is practically pressed into little bro's hard little T-dick. She inhales deeply as big bro starts to thrust again, smelling their combined musk as her eyes flash with arousal. She licks a long stripe, starting at big bro's taint, up his balls and what little of his shaft isn't currently buried inside little bro, continuing all the way up to little bro's throbbing cock.

"Well, don't let me stop you boys having fun!"

[leafsfromthevine]

are we about to kiss rn? (based on that one photo... you know the one)

[amanitacurses]

Names

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[bugoutreviewgirlie]

hey all! this is an ongoing passion project of mine and it'd mean an incredible amount to me if you guys checked it out and shared it!

[localbeetlegirl]

sharing the character playlist for mondo and the cover i've made for it a while ago 💽*️⃣

[soullessseraphim]

May I present to you...

My take on a potential Valdemar bath scene

because I am one thirsty slu-

I was standing at the edge of the pool, waiting for them. They contemplated the water for a moment, as I did, listening to its soft ripples. I then started to undress. They did too, but much more slowly. I entered the warm water with a satisfied sigh, looking up at them with a playful smile. The process of unbuttoning their lab-coat seemed tedious, but to them, it was natural. I had never seen them in anything different, so it was already quite strange to watch them take of those long leather gloves of theirs. But it was even more surprising to me to see they weren't wearing anything underneath other than bandages.

They weren't fully wrapped in them, like a mummy would. I think I would've found it even stranger. bits of their green skin appeared here and there, the areas most covered and invisible being mainly their torso. The bandages were more sparse around their elbows and knees, leaving their arms and thighs half covered and their forearms and calves bare. They stepped in the water with me, and I looked at them, still smiling.

It wasn't the typical bathing attire, but it suited them. I was about to speak up, but it didn't look like they wanted to discuss yet, therefore I closed my mouth, tilting my head slightly, in a mix of concern and confusion. They looked right at me, with those red irises that always pierce so easily into my soul. I didn't mind. I got used to sustaining their gaze... But there was something I could see, this time. I couldn't fathom what, but there was an emotion there, other than their usual excitement and morbid curiosity, or the spark that usually accompanies their sinister grin.

They walked one or two steps away from me, pushing a floating flower aside with surprising gentleness before turning to face me. I was about to ask again if anything was wrong, but then... They loosened the bandages, letting them delicately fall off their shoulders and hips and into the bath's water.

I had a feeling they just made me a most precious gift... A sight that few, if any, had seen before. I couldn't help my jaw from going slack and my chest from growing warm as I looked ; delicate droplets of water glided down their skin, nestling near their collarbones.

I looked back up at their eyes, which gauged my reaction. They had not spoken yet. The silence went on for a while as I stared at them, a mixture of feelings flowing through my veins. But overall, I could only say I was moved : they'd trusted me enough to show themselves to me... I found them beautiful. All of them.

"Thank you."

It was all I could say while looking back in their eyes, full of gratitude.

They relaxed ever so slightly, as if they'd been anticipating a more intense reaction on my part. And then they smiled. Not one of their usual unsettling grins, no... A soft smile. A rare instance where the tiny bit of humanity left in them resurfaced. It was another gift in itself. I felt as if I could cry in joy.

They invited me to sit comfortably in a corner of the pool, our bodies half sunken in the water. They let me wrap my arms around their waist and rest my head against their shoulder as we looked at the sun go down behind the horizon. We did nothing but bask in its warmth and let our precious moment sink in.

I knew they wouldn't offer me anything else, and I was perfectly content with that, for I didn't need anything more.

[totem-but-shark]

INTRODUCING... FOOSHTUBER

Foolish vtuber concepts im working on on and off. I had initially wanted to make both the irl and cubito version that could be toggled between however now i'm more considering focusing on the irl version. There's still a lot of work that needs to be done for his design as currently though accurate to the average foolish fit it's very plain and a possibly toggleable hoodie and other accessories could go a long way.

He would have toggleable sharkglasses for the redeem and I'm even working on a bonus silly little pngtuber as well

[deadtiredghost]

my 07 series as abstract memes:

[squicksquak]

character.ai bots....

Jason Todd learning your native language (inspired by that episode of brooklyn 99 with Pimento and Rosa) implied fem user just by the fact that his tutor is a woman but the greeting can be edited!

The "Accidentally" calling him your husband tiktok trend with Jason Todd gn user

Girldad Jason Todd doing his daughter's hair gn user

Girldad Jason Todd meeting his daughter's s/o gn user

Jason Todd has a problem with his girlfriend's 3am singing fem user

Lucifer (Obey me!) enjoying a rainy day with you. gn user

Jason Todd You're a witch, he hadn't noticed. gn user

Jason Todd, he got sunburnt, he's mad about it. gn user

Jason Todd, you're mad, he doesn't know why. gn user

Jason Todd, He's dating the rival band's lead singer (Uni AU) gn user

Bruce Wayne, His kid got de-aged... lovely gn user

(still adding more!)