#witches in heels

[klinefelterrible]

If I were a sexually active wizard I'd keep on my bed stand a fishbowl full of KY with a very slippery magic goldfish flamboyancing inside

If I were a witch I wouldn't need anything because I would be constantly horny because of my chosen gothic slutty outfit and the impact it would make on people

If I were a luggage I would eat bad people and spit money and clean laundry on those in need

If I were a female luggage I would wear high heels and the very last thing bad people would hear is the click-click-click-click-click of a thousand feet in heels and then they'd die - and then I'd spit clean laundry on those in need (or not, because I would be a bitch)

[yomudkipo]

The Star of Godley

[holyblanchett]

Thoughts......are being thunk.....

[agathasvidal]

has anyone considered that agatha may have continued murdering witches because it was her only way to see rio

[a-titty-ninja]

「1031」 by Horz | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

[ichiblogging]

The task expected: hunt

The task assigned: slay

That wasn’t in his contract

[eraenia-era]

Marvel Rivals: Scarlet Witch

[kasterarts]

over and over and over and over and over and over and

[klinefelterrible]

Air is shitty outside so I resumed my experience of linocut

[ai-satin-chic]

As the witches howled with glee at the success of their spell, they had no idea their target was rather happy with the transformation.

[kaxtwenty]

What if I said that Atra was more yuripilled than either Suletta or Miorine?

What then?

[joanwolfie]

A calm, quiet detour from this world.

>>IG: joanwolfie

[klinefelterrible]

these girls will challenge you to duel for life and death when they feel your weakness

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

Requested by Anonymous

"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

[jichanxo]

redraw of an umineko piece from 2019 (original under the cut)

this one was drawn/lined traditionally, then coloured digitally. the redraw is all digital.

[malbenita]

No context, no story - just happy Coco and clouds