#c&c welcome..

[ohbo-ohno]

johnny dating a reallll bad bitch. absolute stud of a woman, like the kind of woman who he can only handle in bed through sheer force of will. she feeds his humiliation kink like crazy bc she genuinely thinks he's bad in bed but johnny's drinking it all up and begging her for more every night. she sees him as basically just a dick to ride, he sees her as a gift from God himself

through some series of events i don't feel like thinking of, simon ends up in the bedroom with him.

he's just watching at first but it takes hardly a minute to see the exact dynamic and not much longer after that, he steps in. practically tears you off johnny, throws you to the bed and bullies his cock into you, holds you down by your neck and sets immediately to rearranging your guts.

you're sobbing after just a few minutes on his cock, one of his fingers bullying your clit as he drives you through the mattress. he doesn't let you have even a minute of reprieve, yanks your head back by the hair and smacks you soundly, pulls your face to the side so he can spit on your cheek and make you say you like it.

looks over at johnny and snarls something about how you couldn't fuckin' handle her, huh johnny? needed a real man to fuck your girl for you, couldn't fill her up if you shoved your fist beside you cock, pathetic boy. need a real man to settle her down, you're too fuckin' soft. laughs when he sees johnny's nearly stripping the skin from his cock at the speed he's jacking himself.

[vinestaff]

last one for christmas i promise

[stolligaseptember]

lazar really said but bitch your longing to is palpable

[get-along-little-khornedoggie]

So the thing about c!Technoblade (I say, as if there is only one thing) but one thing about him that always sticks with me is the choice of his codename in the Syndicate.

Because at first glance, Protesilaus was the first bloodthirsty stab-happy warrior off the boat in the Trojan War, eager for battle, unheeding of death, which is one way to view c!Techno's character (how many times did characters view him as a resource or a weapon before or even after Doomsday, where he was literally screaming, "I'M A PERSON!").

And at second glance, he’s a willing martyr, who knew about the prophecy that the first man to land at Troy would be the first to die, and would rather it was him than his friends, which is another way to view him, one that seems closer to who he actually is ("leave Phil alone, just take me!", anyone?).

But c!Technoblade chose his name without ever abandoning his catchphrase of "Technoblade never dies", which is what sticks with me -- because he didn't just state that he'd die for his friends and leave it at that. He promised to protect them and to live for them.

Protesilaus is destined to be the first of his comrades to die by immovable fate, but also Technoblade never dies, which means that none of his comrades will, either.

He made it a promise. "I won’t die, therefore the gods will have no choice but to let all my friends live."

By something as simple as choosing a name, c!Technoblade (who for months was wary of identifying who his friends even were, especially after what the Butcher Army did to Philza, whose only crime was being his friend) told everyone in the Syndicate that if harm came to them, it would be because he was already dead, and that he never intended to let either of those things happen.

[purple-raspberries]

Perhaps you should come back later, neighbor. He seems busy.

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[zipora666]

meet spike the pumpkin man! 🎃

new spooky character! (Can be in any au or fandom ig?)

He’s lore/backstory quite ..sad at first so here let’s start!

When he was alive he was wealthy man with a wife (that he loved very much) and some say they had a son too, one of his passions was to grow a farm one day but bc it was not so acceptable in rich families to work this kind of jobs so when he got married he use his money to grow secret farm away from his new home so no one will judge him he mostly grew pumpkins and he everyday go there to take care of his precious farm.. but his wife one day found out he’s been sneaking outside in early hours or late at night..never understood why..she thought he may cheating on her and she got so upset..she one day had enough ....she cut off his head and she saw he had secret farm a bit later on, she had no choice to hide his body in a scarecrow and the head she hide it deep into a lake so nobody will discover him and if they will, they never know which body it was..because he’s head is missing.. but because it was Halloween somehow the Halloween miracle he was awake? but with no head attached to him ..he search for new head for day after day..then one day he remembered he had pumpkin patch ,so he took some pumpkin and a candle inside the mouth and the legend say he still walking around until this very day..but only on Halloween night...frighting the people.. (of course he got to the dead world in some point and met many great people to accept his passion and look)

He even met y/n the skellignton they become quite good friends talking about their passions/hobbies and like to spooky around too! Y/n give him a free pumpkin patch/farm to grow whatever he likes he finally got his dream come true..

Also he’s kind to others the moment he saw wally corpse puppet he really try to cheer wally up after all..they both die by their beloved person..

Tnbc au :@cloudy-dreams

corpse puppet au:@sketchquill

My inspiration for the character from my fav childhood movie legend...

the headless horse man!

[phoenixtakaramono]

【TIMESKIP】

I think the Princess of Hell and her devoted knight make a great powerhouse couple

Higher-Res Version: Twitter

[girderednerve]

the theory of law that says it matters a lot what the particular text of a given policy says, what loopholes the specific language might leave, &c., is best described as "LSAT prep" or perhaps "wishful thinking." the actual practice of the law is not a rhetorical exercise, it is a power negotiation; these executive orders are written to signal clear intention to judges & create chilling effects for people who are bound by the law but not empowered to interpret it. the viciously transmisogynist executive order signed yesterday says "at conception" because it's a popular phrase among people who oppose abortion, & the violent repression directed at trans women is connected directly to all other attempts to subjugate women as a class, not least by suspending safe, legal access to reproductive care

[goobergender-moved]

Remade my fave character bingo :3

[crunchkind]

Evil cycle Clara!!

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Welcome to the Syndicate, come and take a seat

Would you like to see the books or the notorious wither fleet?

There's no need to panic, this isn't a test!

Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest

Welcome to the Syndicate, put your cares aside

Here's a tip for raising subcounts, here's a sixteen-year-old who died

We got meetings, and a baker, and a guy from hardcore

And a bunch of colored pencil drawings of all the members of the Eggpire fucking each other, who drew this, CONNOR-

Here's a healthy baking option, you should kill your son

Here's why McPuffy's never serves you, here's how goats can build a bomb

Which figure from myths are you? Take this quirky quiz

Eggpire sent the egghead gang to indoctrinate your kids

Could I interest you in anarchy all of the time?

A little bit of anarchy all of the time?

Democracy's a tragedy and monarchy's a crime

Sic Semper Tyrannis all of the time

[sen-ya]

Wait- what if Cora met luffy?

[pralinesims]

Twins!

[clownsuu]

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Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)

Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-

But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)

Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——

hes just kinda, “that guy”

Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)

[ragnarockz]

Beach House Mommy!Agatha x Reader but actually x me because it's my birthday tomorrow and I would want nothing more for her to [REDACTED] [SIRENS BLARING] [GUNSHOTS] me 🤎

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You had to split up. There was no way around that fact. You were pretty sure it was the only way to tackle and hopefully complete the first trial. Jen had split you all up into pairs to find the ingredients needed to curb the poison. You kept your mouth shut knowing that originally Agatha hadn't drunk the wine at all. You had watched from the corner of your eye as she dumped it into the potted plant near the bar. You knew evidentially it would be hard to trust her through whatever the trial may be.

And of course, as your luck would have it, Jen had paired you up with Agatha.

You followed the witch as she moved quickly; trying to think on her feet of where two of you could possibly find petroleum. You mumbled something about Vaseline and heard her snap her fingers as she ushered you up the giant staircase to the huge bathroom. You followed her inside and caught a glance of her reflection through the almost floor to ceiling mirror. Your focus was waning as you, to put it bluntly, checked her out.

Maybe she had caught you staring or felt your eyes on the back of her head but she cleared her throat loudly and held onto the edge of the countertop and looked up into the mirror and back at your reflection.

"You know the longer we waste time...timer is ticking down there..."

"Sorry..."

Agatha shrugs as she lowers her gaze to look upon the countertop. Nothing remotely interesting there. You watch as she lets go of the countertop and bend slightly; trace the curve of the back of her legs through her grey pants as she opens up the cupboards.

"Wine?!"

You blink as you take a step and then two towards her; trying to peer over her shoulder to see for yourself.

Sure enough, among the bathroom essentials, there's a bottle of wine tucked under the vanity.

You hear the witch quietly laugh to herself under her breath as she grabs hold of the bottle's neck and pull it out from its hiding place. She places it on the countertop and grins like a well-fed cat. It sends shivers down your spine as you watch her and then suddenly feel as if your stomach sinks a little lower and your heart starts to beat quicker. Whatever the hell she's doing clearly is having an effect on you.

"Wine in the bathroom..."

You hear yourself mutter under your breath and catch as she half turns around to stare you down. Well-fed turns into hungry as you catch a glint in her eye and see the smile creep up on her lips. You hear her long french tipped nails tap against the countertop as it seems like she's doing nothing but waste time. Precious time that you know will run out if you don't find the ingredients that Jen needs to make the potion.

"Agatha-"

"Do you think this wine is poisoned?"

You don't answer her at first because how can you? You're playing with fire and you know it and you also know, that's exactly what she wants you to do. She wants you to reach out and try to touch the flames she's offering you with a grin. It's almost too pretty to ignore; almost too perfect and too tempting and you do, without thinking, take another step towards her.

You watch in silence as she tears into the bottle and opens it; no need for a corkscrew here. The gentle pop as the pressure is released makes you flinch and her lick her lips. She's staring you down now as she holds the bottle up tightly around its neck and you can see the veins in her hands from just how tight her grip is. Your mind starts to wader, starts to drift...

Those hands the same way around your own neck.

Her free hand comes up; palm up and her pointer finger curves to beckon you towards her. She does this exactly three time before she stops moving her finger and waits for you to close the gap between her.

And what can you really do in this moment but listen to her? She's walked this Road before, hasn't she?

She gap is closed and she slowly circles around you so that you are now the one with your back against the countertop edge and she's as free and open to move about if need be. She keeps that grin plastered on her face as she brings the bottle up a little higher; eyebrows raising in suggestion.

"No wine glasses up here..."

She's not telling you with the tone of her voice but almost, in a way, demanding you. You swallow hard and try not to let your gaze linger on her but you can't help it; cannot help but to stare her down and try to read her face as you bend your knees ever so slightly so that she's a head taller than you now. She looms over like a bad omen and you watch as she brings her arm higher, closer with the wine bottle slightly tipped.

She's waiting in silence; a pressure for you to conform and bend to her will.

Your knees get soft and week and your stomach flip flops and without a hint of doubt, you open up your mouth to her much like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

The smile on her face scares you just a little but also makes you feel red hot right inside of your core. Your eyes scan her face and can only pick up on the absolute pleasure this is giving her; the unmistakable power grab she's getting out of this. You feel your insides clench around nothing and a dull, deep throb between your legs almost sends you spiraling as your tongue pushes out ever so slightly.

You watch in silence as she brings the bottle closer so she doesn't spill anything as she tips the bottle and lets a stream of wine fall into your mouth.

It's sweeter than the one downstairs and lighter too in a way that's hard to describe. You close your eyes and hear her exhale through her nose as she somehow knows when it's time to tilt the bottle back to stop pouring. Whatever she's given you, you close your mouth and swallow it and pray that there won't be any side effects or even worse, death.

Death was what made Agatha scared downstairs; what made her unsure about when she was forced to drink her share of the poisoned wine. For someone who had been down the Road before, it was curious for you to see her in such a panicked state. Maybe before, death wasn't an issue so early on in the trials. Maybe now, the stakes were higher than ever before.

"...How was that? Good?"

Her words are sweeter than the wine and you try not to moan your response as your eyes open back up to stare at her. Her perfectly curled hair falls around her face in a soft veil and you wish nothing more than to reach out and touch it; feel it against your own face as she closes the gap maybe a little more.

Maybe this wine wasn't poisoned but, enchanted.

She holds the bottle with power as she does close the gap between you and her now, still towering over you as she does so. You try to push up with your knees to get back to regular height to face her and find yourself staggering as if that single drink she gave you was enough to make you tipsy. You hear her laugh; tiny and breathless as she allows you to stand up tall before she reaches past you to place the bottle down with a heavy thunk.

The gap closes and before you know it, the witch as her lips locked with yours as she's pushing you against the countertop with her body. You instantly feel the knobs of the cupboards hit against the back of your legs and the edge of the counter at your back. She breathes into your mouth and tries to stifle back a moan as her hands hold onto your waist to pull your closer into her. You do get to feel the softness of her hair against your face and the way her long nails now dig into the side of your hips. You're the one who breaks first with a small whine into her mouth that makes her pull away from the kiss.

"...Didn't really pin you as the desperate one of the group..."

You can hear the tinge of venom dripping from her words but you also see past it as the throbbing increases and you pray that she's willing to go a little further than just a heated kiss in a bougie bathroom.

Your prayers are heard as you watch her expression darken; eyes become heavy and her fingers start to close inwards near your navel and then dip down into the waistband of your linen pants.

You let out a sigh of relief and you know hopefully, that pressure will lesson the second she makes skin to skin contact. You hold your breath and hear yourself counting down in your head as her fingers dip lower and her nails start to drag against your skin.

Time seems to melt until you feel that soft, warm point of pressure press gently onto your clit and you can do nothing more than let out a strangled moan.

You can sense her smiling at you; just like before. The cat that ate the canary grin. She's literally got you in the palm of her hand and there's no way now for you to back out from Agatha Harkness' power.

This is, without a doubt as you sink back against the counter's edge, where you belong.

She's whispering to you and you can barely hear her over the buzzing in your mind; the rushing of blood to your ears as all of this suddenly becomes very real. This big, bad witch that everyone was wary over and has so much history in unsavory things was literally using the opportunity to rub at your clit.

"That's it, sweet thing...comeundoneformenow..."

More venom mixed with all that sweet wine she didn't even drink and you're feeling yourself fall against her. Brow knitted tight together and your teeth bared as your bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly, she moves her finger faster and collected the slick from between your legs to use as lubricant.

Your brain fizzes out as you sense a sharp ringing in your ears and her words that fly out of her mouth are suddenly crystal clear.

"It's been a long time since I had a trial go like this..."

"Like...what?..."

You can barely whisper through your teeth as you start to twitch; your muscles slowly starting to give out and you feel your orgasm drawing near with each steady swipe of her finger. The idea of you coating her fingers with your cum suddenly fills you with a sense of desire you didn't know could be that intense. You let out a moan and watch through squinted eyes as her mouth opens in a ah reaction; enjoying the hold she has over you.

"This won't save you but maybe that potion will...if we ever get to making it, that is...do you even care? Do you even want it if it means I have to stop rubbing at your-"

And she stops herself then from speaking any further so she can slide her finger down and plunge into you; wet and warm and waiting.

You moan loudly and fold forwards towards her, her hand. You want to feel her so deep inside of you it splits you in half. You don't dare say of of these thoughts out loud but you're pretty damn sure she can read your fucking thoughts because the way she laughs sends shivers down your spine.

She's laughing as you try to gather yourself; try to push through to show her that this is what you need. You didn't realize how difficult it would be now as she, without any fucking remorse, laughs at the way she's got you wrapped around her finger. How she, Agatha Harkness, has you at her every whim.

She could kill you right now and you wouldn't be any the wiser because at that moment, you feel a sudden release of pressure from between your leg. You can feel yourself dripping out, down her finger, into the softness of her palm. No doubt the sleeve of her blazer is wet with slick and sweat. You moan so loud she leans in to shut you up with her lips.

She's sloppy and messy and her hair falls into your face once more; she's breathing heavy and you can feel the perspiration on your own face and in the room.

Her finger pulls out of you and snakes back up one last time, swiping at your throbbing clit before slipping out from your pants.

That hand, those fingers, find your face as she cups it and very, very slowly those fingers start to creep across your cheek and towards the corner of your mouth.

She pulls her own mouth away from yours, hungry and swollen and wet as that wet finger takes its place instead.

You take it just like you take the wine she offered you; sweeter than the red liquid. Sweeter than her kisses were.

The taste of yourself in your mouth; the taste of how she worked to get you there. Soaked and dripping for the witch killer between your legs in the bathroom of the first trial.