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[natashasbanner]

when i'm with you (it's like nothing else)

Summary: It was hard to recall the anger she’d let consume her earlier when she could still feel the ghost of Rio’s lips on her own. Or, Agatha's first hexenbesen leads to something more between her and Rio. A/N: They're going to have to pry these soft Salem girlfriends from my cold dead hands. Any way here is some fluff based on the headcanon that Agatha and Rio have known each other since Salem. Please enjoy :) Title from the song Heavenly Kind of State of Mind by Lewis Capaldi.

Also on AO3

X

Agatha let out a growl as she stalked along the path through the forest. She clutched the torch in her hand like a vice, her other hand clenched in a tight fist, her nails leaving crescent shaped indentations in her palm. Her blood boiled as it coursed through her veins, her heart beating almost painfully against her ribs as her mother’s words played over and over in her head. She’d been once again dismissed from taking part in her coven’s practices, only this time her mother chose to berate and belittle Agatha in front of the entire coven before sending her away like an unruly child throwing a tantrum.

Agatha seethed at the memory of the other witches eyes on her as they whispered behind their hands and watched as if Agatha’s humiliation was for their personal entertainment. Her cheeks burned in renewed mortification. She hated them and their complicit silence. Agatha was just as much of a witch as the rest of them, yet she was cast aside time after time and refused even an ounce of the knowledge they all held so dear. As if to remind herself, she called forth her magic, felt the familiar thrill of power slither up her spine and down her arm, crackling between her fingers. She stopped on the path and concentrated her energy, summoning as much of her magic as she could before striking out at a tree further down the path. The sound of the purple bolt colliding with the trunk sounded like thunder in the quiet forest and it left a sizzling crater in the bark.

Agatha smirked, soothed by the physical proof of her abilities her mother would prefer remained dormant.

“Now what did that poor tree ever do to incur your wrath?”

The question was punctuated by a low chuckle and Agatha spun in the direction the voice had come from. Magic sparked between her fingers but she quickly extinguished it when she registered just who it was that had followed her path through the woods.

“Or were you imagining it was someone else?” Rio asked, reaching up to drop the hood of the cloak she wore.

Agatha glanced over her shoulder at the still smoldering hole in the tree. She chewed her bottom lip as she looked back at Rio and shrugged. While it might not have been a conscious thought in the moment, but she couldn’t deny the satisfaction she felt imagining sending the same blast of energy toward a member of her so called coven. Her own mother’s face being the first that came to mind, but she quickly banished the thought.

“What are you doing here?” she asked instead of giving Rio an answer.

In the flickering flame of her torch, Agatha saw Rio’s eyes narrow slightly, her lips pursed slightly, staring her down in a way that always made her feel as if she could see right through her. For all Agatha knew, she could. In the time that they’d known each other, Agatha had come to realize that there was far more to Rio than met the eye. Her knowledge of the craft far exceeded that of any witch Agatha had encountered and the power she exuded was as intimidating as it was intoxicating. Rio was willing to share that knowledge, to teach Agatha when everyone else refused, so she refrained from asking too many questions that might come across as intrusive.

“You left me waiting,” Rio answered after letting the silence stretch between them a few beats longer. “I was worried.”

Agatha opened her mouth to create an excuse for her absence earlier, but she drew a blank. She’d found the flower on her windowsill that morning, Rio’s way of signaling her presence in Salem once again. The sight of it had immediately set her heart thrumming in her chest and brought a smile to her face. It had been weeks since their last meeting and Agatha could admit that she missed Rio in her absence. And not only for the lessons she provided, but because Agatha truly enjoyed her company. Rio had a charm to her that always left her wanting more when they inevitably had to part. She was witty and never failed to make her laugh, even on the days when Agatha nearly talked herself out of meeting with her all together. But every time that flower appeared in her window, Agatha was couldn’t resist the draw of spending time with Rio.

Today had been the only exception. Her anger and embarrassment had propelled her into the forest, looking for an outlet to her rage and away from their usual meeting spot by the river.

“I-I,” she stuttered out, her pride preventing her from admitting how deeply her mother’s words cut her.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Rio said when Agatha’s mouth snapped closed. “I can leave, if you wish to be alone.”

She started to turn away and Agatha’s chest tightened in an instant.

“Wait,” she said, taking a small step toward Rio, her voice echoing off the trees surrounding them.

Rio glanced back at Agatha and she took another step closer.

“Stay, please.”

Her request was soft, almost hesitant, but Rio’s lips curled into a dazzling smile as she turned to fully face Agatha once again.

“Well, if you’re through wreaking havoc on innocent trees, I can show you something that might cheer you up,” she offered with a raised eyebrow, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “What do you say?”

Agatha tilted her head, considering. “And what would that be?”

Rio’s smile widened and she shook her head. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Do you trust me?”

“Show me,” she said without hesitation.

Rio stepped closer, reaching out to take the torch from Agatha’s hand, offering the other with a wiggle of her fingers. Agatha took it, allowing Rio to lead her down the path. When they reached a shallow ravine, Rio stopped and peeked over the edge before giving a slight nod. She dropped Agatha’s hand and passed the torch back to her. Agatha watched her gather her skirts before she carefully sidestepped her way down the ravine, leaping the last few steps to the bottom. She dusted off her dress and turned to look up at Agatha expectantly.

Agatha stared down at her warily, wondering what exactly it was that she’d gotten herself into. The side of the ravine wasn’t that steep and it couldn’t be a foot or two taller than Rio, but still she hesitated, clutching the torch in her hand.

“Are you just going to stand there all night?” Rio asked, hands on her hips.

Agatha knew what she was doing, attempting to goad her into taking the proverbial leap of faith. And like all the other times before, it was enough to spur Agatha on. She extinguished the torch and tossed it aside, the moonlight shining down into the ravine enough to see by. She held her skirt with one hand and used the other to steady herself as she followed Rio’s steps down the side of the ravine. Her foot caught on a root near the bottom and she tipped forward, instinctively closing her eyes and throwing her hands out to break her fall. But instead of the hard earth, she collided with Rio’s soft body, her strong arms circling around her waist to help steady her.

Agatha opened her eyes and only then realized just how close they were. Rio’s warm breath ghosted over her face and time seemed to freeze as she became aware of every place their bodies touched.

“Hhm.”

The soft sound from Rio broke the trance Agatha found herself under and she quickly cleared her throat and took a step back. She ducked her head to hide the flush she could feel crawling up her neck to settle in her cheeks and busied herself with shaking the dirt out of her skirts. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rio turn away from her, wandering a few paces away to examine the thick roots along the side of the ravine.

“What are we doing down here?” Agatha asked, looking back up to watch what Rio was doing.

Rio chuckled, throwing Agatha a glance over her shoulder.

“Patience, Agatha,” she said with a wink.

She went back to looking over the winding roots until she found one to her liking. With surprising strength, she pulled it loose from the dirt and carried it over to Agatha.

Agatha’s brow furrowed as she accepted the root, her fingers brushing Rio’s in the exchange. Though it was brief, the touch left her skin feeling electrified.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked.

“Hold it,” Rio answered bluntly, drifting past Agatha to pull another root from the ground.

Agatha rolled her eyes, but stayed quiet, watching as Rio collected leaves and other debris from the ground. She returned to Agatha’s side and dropped her spoils at her feet. She made quick work of attaching some of the leaves to the end of her root before bending down to do the same with Agatha’s.

“Hexenbesen,” Agatha muttered when the realization finally hit her. “We’re going to fly?”

Rio grinned as she straightened back up, admiring her handiwork.

“Exactly,” she confirmed.

Nervous excitement swirled in Agatha’s stomach as she gripped the root tighter. She’d read about it in one of the spell books she’d secreted away from her mother’s collection years ago. She’d written off the idea almost as soon as she’d realized she needed another witch to complete the ritual. She’d convinced herself that she didn’t need to learn to fly when there were more practical means of getting around. That never stopped her from imagining what it might be like to soar through the skies.

“Do you remember the most important part?” Rio asked raising an eyebrow.

“Selflessness,” Agatha answered without missing a beat.

“We fly together or not at all,” Rio added, her eyes locking on Agatha’s.

Agatha pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her stomach fluttering in anticipation under Rio’s intense gaze.

Rio tilted her head before taking a step back to leave enough room between them for the ends of their makeshift brooms to cross.

“Shall we?”

Agatha nodded and crossed the end of her broom with Rio’s. They circled each other and recited the incantation. As the words passed her lips, Agatha recalled the spell’s translation. The endearment repeated in her head as they exchanged brooms and their hands brushed once again. If Agatha didn’t know any better, she’d suspect that Rio was doing it intentionally, but quickly chalked it up to wishful thinking. That is until she noticed the flower fastened to the top of her broom, the same kind flower that Rio so often left on her windowsill.

“Ready?” Rio asked, bringing Agatha’s thoughts to a halt.

“Yes,” Agatha answered, her voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

“It’s best to get a running start.”

Rio darted off down the ravine and Agatha was quick to follow after her. Rio pointed her broom skyward and Agatha mirrored her movements, an anxious thrill shooting up her spine when her feet left the ground. The sudden weightless feeling made Agatha’s stomach flip and she panicked for a moment before she sat on the broom, fumbling to keep her balance and cling to the smooth wood. Her eyes caught the flower at the end of her broom and she looked up, finding Rio flying not far ahead of her. She made it look so natural, her back straight, hands caressing the twisted root where Agatha held on with a white knuckled grip.

Rio looked back at Agatha, seeing the way she was hunched awkwardly over her broom like she was bracing herself for inevitable disaster. She tossed her head back and let out a laugh that carried back to Agatha on the wind that swept through her hair.

“Relax, Agatha,” she called. “It’s supposed to be fun.”

She was right of course, and Agatha took a deep breath, willing some of the tension from her hunched shoulders to sit upright. When she didn’t immediately tip over the side of the broom, Agatha’s hold on it relaxed and she let out a nervous little laugh. She looked down at the ground rushing by below her and her stomach churned for a moment before she snapped her gaze to Rio’s back. When Rio climbed higher and Agatha followed her lead.

They crested over the tops of the trees and Agatha felt the breath leave her lungs. She was in awe. The clear night sky stretched endlessly ahead of her, dusted with glittering stars. The pale glow of the moon cast the rest of the world in shadow, leaving just the two of them to soar through the cosmos. In all her life, Agatha never felt so free. Up here among the stars, there were no boundaries, only the wide open sky as far as the eye could see.

Gaining more confidence, Agatha urged her broom forward until she and Rio were side by side. Rio had her face turned upward, eyes closed as she took deep breaths of the crisp night air. She looked so serene like this. Agatha couldn’t help but admire the way her skin appeared to glow in the moonlight, her features standing out stark against the night sky.

“Beautiful.”

The word fell from her lips before Agatha was conscious of it, but she’d be lying if she said it was the first time the thought had crossed her mind. At first, she’d written off the stirrings of attraction toward Rio as appreciation for the knowledge she shared and the friendship they’d begun to forge. As more time passed, Agatha found herself distracted by the crinkles by her eyes when she smiled, the way she chewed on her bottom lip when she was lost in thought, the way her entire body came alive with even the slightest touch.

Rio opened her eyes and looked over at Agatha. A soft smile pulled at her lips and the stars sparkled in her dark eyes. She was radiant and Agatha was overwhelmed with everything she was feeling in that moment. Heat flared in her face and she pressed her lips together to keep anymore of her inner most thoughts from slipping through.

“Breathtaking,” Rio agreed, tilting her head slightly.

Her eyes remained locked with Agatha’s for several long moments and Agatha felt as if she might combust from the inside out. Warmth that started low in her gut spread through her limbs and settled in her chest where her heart beat thrummed almost painfully against her sternum. Her palms grew sweaty, causing her grip on the broom to slip, but she quickly recovered and let out a sigh, internally cursing her own clumsiness. Rio dropped her gaze with a soft chuckle.

X

Agatha wasn’t sure how long they spent up there, twisting and turning with no destination. It could have been seconds or hours, time felt suspend up there with them, the moon moving across the sky the only proof of its passage. Dread slowly began to creep in, replacing the euphoria of flying for the first time. She tried to fight the feeling, to remain in the present moment to soak up every last drop of joy she could, but it was inevitable. Agatha had come to rely on Rio’s companionship over any of the knowledge she imparted. She’d begun to fill the gaping chasm of loneliness she so often pretended wasn’t there, soothing the ache of isolation left by being cast aside by her own coven.

The possibility that Rio might not return to Salem, that eventually one of their secret rendezvous would be their last, was not an easy one for Agatha to accept. She’d grown attached to her in a way that she never expected. Agatha had tried to resist it, to save herself the heartbreak should the day come that no flower appeared on her window to call her to the river. But after tonight, she felt the last thread of that resistance finally snap.

All too soon they landed in a clearing near the path where Rio had found her. Agatha let the root fall to the ground with a quiet thump and turned to watch Rio do the same. Agatha watched as she ran her fingers through her windswept hair and straightened her cloak as her mind raced with all the emotions she’d been too afraid to let herself feel. Rio turned around, her eyes meeting Agatha’s with a small smile on her lips.

Agatha crossed the space between them in a few steps, caught in Rio’s gravitational pull. Her hands reached out to grip the front of her cloak of their own volition. Rio tilted her head in question, but didn’t pull away or even attempt to remove Agatha’s hands, a curious glint in her eyes. Fueled by the feelings swirling around inside her, Agatha leaned in and pressed her lips against Rio’s in a clumsy kiss. Rio let out a soft noise of surprise and Agatha feared she’d completely misread their interactions, overstepped in a way that would surely send her running for the hills. She started to retreat, an apology already forming on her lips, but to her surprise, Rio brought her hands up to cup her cheeks and pressed her lips more firmly against Agatha’s.

Rio was the one that broke the kiss, but kept her hands on Agatha’s face, her thumb gently stroking her cheek, her eyes searching hers. If it was regret she was looking for, she wouldn’t find it. Agatha smiled, unable to find her voice just yet in the wake of such the earth shattering shift between them.

“I take it you enjoyed tonight, then?” Rio asked, a beaming smile of her own.

Agatha nodded. “More than I could’ve imagined.”

“Good.”

“When will I see you again?” Agatha asked, unable to hold back the question she wanted to ask so many times, but always held back.

Rio hummed, her thumb moving to run along Agatha’s bottom lip.

“Soon,” she answered and Agatha couldn’t help but think it sounded like a promise.

“I look forward to it,” she said in return.

“I’d like to kiss you again, before I go,” Rio whispered, her voice lowering in a way that reignited the heat in Agatha’s belly.

“I’d like that too.”

Agatha’s eyes fluttered closed when Rio’s lips found hers once more. The heat that had been simmering inside her before, became a blazing inferno when Rio’s tongue brushed the seam of her lips before quickly retreating. She pulled away, leaving Agatha’s heart beating wildly in her chest. Rio’s hands fell away and Agatha immediately missed their warmth. She let go of her cloak and took a step back, already preparing herself to return to the home where she wasn’t wanted.

“Goodbye, Agatha,” Rio said softly.

“Until next time,” Agatha corrected.

Rio let out a soft chuckle and nodded her head. “Until next time,” she echoed.

She lingered for another moment, her eyes roaming over Agatha one last time before she turned on her heel to walk in the opposite direction of the path. Agatha watched her go, fighting the sudden urge to follow after her. She watched her go until she was swallowed up by darkness and lingered still when she was certain she was gone.

Despite the dread of going home and facing her mother again, Agatha turned to find the path that would take her back to Salem. As she walked, her steps felt lighter than before, still reeling from flying and kissing Rio all in one night. It was hard to recall the anger she’d let consume her earlier when she could still feel the ghost of Rio’s lips on her own. And as she stepped out of the forest she was filled with anxious anticipation for what their next meeting might bring.

[ozblok]

Flimskey the Clown

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Circus of Death AU

An au that I should have introduced a while back but completely forgot about-

Here, have a sort of introductory snippet:

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"A letter to the living who wish to find us:

At the outskirts of town there is a river.

It is said that if you so wish, in the light of a full moon, you can approach this river and sit by it as the water rushes backwards and the light is reflected in waves of reds and blues, pinks and greens. 

Look into the river. 

What do you see?

Look into the river. 

What do you hear?

Look into the river. 

Tell us, what is it you seek? What is it that your heart truly desires?

Is it life? In which case, guide your hands to the surface and bring the river's water to your lips. The water is bubbling and boiling, it is ice cold. It will refresh you, and you may go on your way, with no memory of this place and no memory of our voices. 

Is it death?

Your soul will tell us. 

If it is death that you desire, hear the music of the carnival. The music from the river, our cheers and laughter. See the colours that shine under the surface. 

Lean in. Come closer. 

You wish for an escape, to be free, to be entertained. We can help with that. But don’t expect a guaranteed ticket back out. That, we cannot give. 

Lean in. Come closer. 

Dip your head under the water, open your eyes to see our colours and hear our songs. 

Breathe. 

We will guide you. Let us take your hands and show you around. 

Watch us perform, have fun, enjoy yourself. 

The show will start soon, it is only a matter of time. Sit tight in your seats, prepare to be entertained. 

Watch us die, be tortured, and burn. 

We are shadows, we are ghosts. We will guide you, do not be afraid. We are already dead, and if that’s what you wish to be or are already also gone, then welcome to the family. 

Join us in our cycle of torment, laugh at our misfortune, encourage the sadistic nature of our lives beyond death. 

We lived to entertain, and through death it stayed the same. The hurt caused by one, many being affected by his ignorance. We only wish to ease the passing of those who are as unfortunate as we were. 

One last laugh before death. 

One last performance before the curtains close. 

So laugh and cry, scream and dance, enjoy your time.

At the Circus of Death."

[aerequets]

(part 1)

(short comic) (you can otherwise search 'spy x pta' on my profile)

MY GOODNESS. it's been a hot minute since i posted the first part and i guess i just couldn't SHUT UP because this is FOURTEEN PAGES LONG. FOURTEEN. you can even see some pages where the linework is slightly different because i drew it like 6-ish weeks ago, that's how long this has been cooking. drawing in general has been hard lately because of time constraints, BUT i am so happy i finished this. this is like my fav project even tho it isnt as popular, but who cares!!!!! POPULAR IN MY HEART

[uselessnbee]

you know i think it would be absolutely hilarious if after some time Percy would get so fed up by Mr. D never calling him by his actual name so Percy would just decide to do the exact same thing to him and start calling him anything but Mr. D/Dionysus

like mr. D would be like "Hey Peter Johnson" and Percy would turn around and with a straight face be like " yes, Dave?" and everyone else is just watching horrified like wtf Percy? do you want to be turned into a cockroach????

or Percy would be talking with someone and be like " Derek told me-"

" who..?"

"you know our camp director? god of wine and all that?"

"......you mean mr. D./Dionysus "

"yeah Dylan...so anyways he told me-"

and then it would become this thing between Percy and Mr. D where they would always try to come up with the most stupid and outrageous wrong names to annoy each other as much as they possibly can

everyone is horrified at Percy and just waiting for Dionysus to smite him but Percy and Mr. D are secretely having a fucking blast

[skialdi]

“Which sibling tried to kill Luffy?”

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・572 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・felix x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・fluff, established relationship, lots of kisses hehe, slightly suggestive

“See you tonight, angel,” Felix says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. It’s chaste, short, familiar; your favorite form of farewell, exchanged inevitably before you part ways, even for only a few hours.

But this time, Felix doesn’t pull away afterwards, instead remaining so close to you that the tip of his nose is almost brushing yours, and there’s an ineffable glint in his eyes when he speaks again. (You should’ve known you were in danger.)

“Hang on,” he murmurs, his voice low and sweet, and then he leans in again.

When he presses his lips to yours the second time, he moves with an intensity that you aren’t prepared for. You feel his fingers slide over the nape of your neck and tangle gently in your hair; your head tilts backwards from the weight of his kiss, his tongue feather-light against the seam of your lips, his mouth laving over yours as tenderly as if he’s trying to drink you, savor you. Dimly, you feel your waist bump against the kitchen counter, and Felix doesn’t even think when he moves a hand protectively to the small of your back, returning you to your rightful place against his chest.

You are breathless and lightheaded when your boyfriend breaks the kiss, his lips flushed and hair messy, looking like a walking dream.

“S'that a new lip balm flavor?” He asks.

Bastard.

You collect yourself just enough to give him an answer, but it sounds more like a blissful sigh than a spoken response: “Strawberry.”

The smile that crosses Felix’s face is mostly bashful, but you don’t miss the self-satisfied huff of laughter that comes with it.

“I like it,” he hums. “A lot.”

And he kisses you one more time, and then another.

He ends up being late to practice that day, his rushed apologies to Minho falling out of strawberry-tinted lips.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other works here. thanks so much for the support ♡

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[ruporas]

kisses of affirmation (ID in alt)

[simonsezsewart]

My last two brain cells <3

(Timelapse + alt versions below)

Song: Long Long Long Journey - Bill Wurtz

Bruh I struggled for over two hours on WW’s sketch, meanwhile the entire Vash drawing took two hours total… whoops 💀

But hey! Look at all the colors in their hair! It’s like little rainbows… ;w;

(Sketches so yall can see what I’m talking about in the tags 💀)

[mellozheist]

Match one

<< The Evil team win >>

[grubbin22]

character reference sheets for my fic smooth operator.

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[sleepinglionhearts]

started reading one piece lads

[based on the stinky baby cat song you know the one]

[karioke13]

Here’s some Transformers One meme templates I made!

[dat-lil-shark]

Brotherhood

Rough draft

Please forgive the roughness in this animation

I probably will post a coloured version soon

[baby-xemnas]

beans stress ball!!!!!!!!!!!

(bepo knows law's mood is fine that's just his focused face)