#coven 2023

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Champions that would have been a better fit for Coven than Akali

Renata Glasc (she would have been perfect I have no idea why she still hasn't gotten a Coven skin)

Qiyana

Kai'Sa

Karma

Shyvana

Illaoi (especially since the 2023 batch is kinda supposed to be water-themed)

Quinn

Nidalee

Seraphine (I know this is a bit of a weird one, but I think Coven Seraphine could be really cool if she was a legendary)

This is just my opinion. If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to add on ^^

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Barbie posters but they're all Angela Bassett characters

[jamscandraw]

Behold, my Steve lore 💛 90% of this is my own headcanon for my AU project, A Coven Just For Two! I haven't removed anything stated in canon (which was...not a lot, to be fair) but I've done a lot of work to fill in the blanks and give him a backstory! This is barely a fraction of it so feel free to ask about the rest

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Guy Ritchie's the Covenant (2023)

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Madison Montgomery x Michael Langdon - The Neon Demon

Beauty is eternal. Beauty is everything. And Madison Montgomery wants everything. And she won't hesitate to use a ritual, a summoning to get what she wants. But the ritual invited something in. A demon....The Antichrist. Someone who is willing to give her everything she ever wanted. But he wants something in return. Under everything beautiful there is always something deadly. And as the lines become blurred, it's harder to tell which one of the two is the most wicked.

"In all those stories about people who sold their souls to the devil, I never quite understood why the devil was the bad guy, or why it was okay to screw him out of his soul. They got what they wanted: fame, money, love, whatever—though usually it turned out not to be what they really wanted or expected. Was that the devil's fault? I never thought so."

Find our Halloween videos and edits here! Check out out Michael x Madison blog @langmery ♥

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Kinktober Day 17 (Threesome)

Vladimir x Reader x Stefan (NSFW)

(1,233 Words)

Summary: you plan on getting revenge on Vladimir and Stefan, but end up with something way better

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, aftermath of being turned, canon typical violence (bc duh vampires), vlad and stef being sleazy, blowjobs (giving), vlad and stef being gay (a little at the end), fingering, penetrative sex, threesomes (duh)

Notes: I saw these two and KNEW what I had to do LMAO I used to be down bad for the Romanian coven way back in the day (specifically for vlad sorry I’m biased LMAO) and I think myself from two years ago would be proud of me for this one, enjoy the fic!!!

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It all happened so fast. The way they sank their teeth into you, ripping into your flesh. How garbled your screams were as blood filled your throat, coughing it up. You could feel them sucking the blood out of you, growing woozy through the attack. Once it was all said and done, all you could do was lay there, wavering on the verge of death, processing what happened. One blond and one brunet. You’d never forget their faces- their bright red eyes.

But here you are, alive. Or, at least you think you are. You’re alive, but definitely not the same as you were. This time, you’re stronger. Angrier. Thirstier. There was a pit in your stomach, and you don’t know how to fill it. Your hands shake, feeling the indescribable urge to just attack; wanting nothing more than to rip your teeth into the nearest thing you see.

As you run through the forest- looking for anything to sate the adrenaline pumping through you, that is when you finally see them again. Their hair and eyes are unmistakably what you remember. Stopping dead in your tracks, you hide yourself in the tree line, ready to get some answers, or depending on if you could control yourself, ambush them.

They sit there on their logs, around a campfire, completely oblivious to your presence. Dropping from the tree line, you charge toward the blond, putting him in a headlock and pinning him chest first to a tree.

“What the fuck did you two do to me?” You snarl.

“Aw look, Stefan,” the blond laughs, crushed against the tree. “They survived!”

“Impressive strength, for a newborn.” You turn to hear the deep, amused laughter of the man, apparently named Stefan, from behind you. He shoots an entertained look at the blond, who looked at back at him with a smirk that gives you pause.

You quickly come to realize, that they are not afraid of you. Regardless, you stand your ground, keeping a firm grip on the blond.

“You two have five fucking seconds to tell me what happened to me or I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kill us?” Stefan speaks up. “You hear that, Vladimir? The newborn thinks they can kill what is already dead!”

You freeze for a moment, confused. You’re completely taken off guard when Vladimir, the blond, breaks free from your grasp. There’s hardly enough time to fight back when you suddenly find yourself the one now pinned against the tree.

Their laughter rings in your ears; clear, low, and almost carnal. That pit in your stomach begins to churn, and not necessarily in a bad way. Vladimir’s body is impossibly close to you, with Stefan making his was beside you. You let out an audible exhale as you feel yourself be pushed further into the wood.

“So much fight…” Whispers Stefan.

“…For such a young thing,” finishes Vladimir. You can feel the back of his hand trail slowly down your cheek.

“You two are fucking sick,” you spit, turning your head away from him. His hand rapid makes its way beside you, dangerously close to your throat.

“We are not sick,” chuckles Vladimir, “it’s just difficult to talk when the one who wants answers is…”

“…Wound so tight?” You can hear Stefan’s voice coming from the other side of your ear. You wonder when and how he made it over to you so quick.

“Exactly,” replies Vladimir. “Which is why…” his hand drags over your throat. His grasp is cold, light, soothing the adrenaline that pumps from within you.

“…You need to relax.” Stefan is now directly at your side. You can feel his breath along the outside of your neck, down to your shoulder. He places a hand on your arm, soothing it down.

It kills you inside to know how much you’re enjoying this. You release some tension, signaling that killing them isn’t the only thing you want anymore. You take a deep breath in, swallowing your pride.

“Try anything, and I’ll rip you apart,” you whisper.

Your consent seems to be enough for them. You can feel Vladimir’s lips first, attacking your lips with fervor. Not far behind, Stefan’s lips make their way to your throat, hungrily, but not like when they drank the blood from you before. Their touch was something different completely. This was carnal.

You let out a soft moan as you feel a hand drop in between your legs, gathering your liquid arousal. Another pair of hands starts feeling you up, leaving no curve or crevice untouched.

“Wow,” Stefan groans softly. “Who new that a newborn would be so…”

“…Easy?” Finishes Vladimir.

The way they spoke in tandem was uncanny, similar to they way they worked together to touch you. Feeling a finger slip inside you, you grip the back of the tree so roughly, you could swear you hear a crack.

“Oh god,” you sigh, “h-holy fuck.” Your legs start to feel like jelly. Hearing the salacious chuckles from in front of you, you can only assume that Vladimir is the one finger fucking the daylights out of you, while Stefan gropes at you.

You can hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling and the sound of pants hitting the floor of the forest. You feel yourself being bent over, gripping to the tree for dear life. You hardly notice that your pants are down to your ankles, feeling the sensation of a stiffened cock teasing your inner thighs.

Looking in front of you, Stefan stands there expectantly. You take down his pants, freeing his length. You grip the shaft, firmly- as a warning. You look up at him dangerously, teasing him with a baring of teeth, before taking him into your mouth.

You let out a sudden whine when Vladimir eases himself inside of you. Stefan shudders as your moans vibrate around his cock.

“God look at you,” gasps Vladimir. “Getting ravaged like a whore.”

The degradation sends spasms of pleasure through you as he continues to fuck you. You try to talk back, but continue to muffle yourself on Stefan’s cock, where he generously allows you to control the pace. As you get the sense of where he seems to be enjoying himself too much, you slow down.

“Easy,” you direct. “T-tell your b-buddy up there to cool it with, fuck, with the remarks.” Stefan practically whines as you loosen up on him. Managing to keep your strength while getting fucked, you grip onto his leg, steadying yourself. You hear Vladimir bark out a sadistic laugh from above you.

“You’re funny,” he grunts, “thinking you have power here…”

“We know all the answers…” replies Stefan, halfway jerking himself off while you gingerly suck the head of his cock.

“…We know what you are,” croons Vladimir. His pace rocks into you mercilessly. You’re left almost breathless, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. You feel that if you come, you would be letting them win their strange game they seem to be playing with you. All that flies out the window when Vladimir’s cock hits the deepest part of you. You let out a restrained scream as your orgasm rips you in two.

You look up to find Vladimir and Stefan in an embrace, mouths attacking one another’s as you ride out the throes of your orgasm.

“You did so well, newborn.” Hums Vladimir.

“…But, we still have a long way to go…” chuckles Stefan.

[ficexchangecoven2023]

Happy Holidays, Witches and Demons!

Back in April, The Owl House finale aired. Owl House means a lot to all of us, so I thought what better way to honor the series than to host a fic exchange!

Here's the deal: From November 9th to November 30th, signups will be open to join the fic exchange. You will be asked to provide a Tumblr URL, your pen name on fanfiction sites you use, and at least two prompt ideas for whoever draws your name to choose from. You can also offer a third prompt idea to give your fic exchange writer an extra idea to consider.

The prompts can be vague (fluff with Luz and Amity), or a bit more specific (Luz meets Raine on her first day in the Boiling Isles instead of Eda).

There will also be a section asking what you are okay with writing (certain characters, relationships, and/or genres), and what you are not okay with writing (certain characters, relationships, and/or triggers).

Signups will close immediately after the 30th, at which point I will send out fic assignments. You will then have until December 31st to write a fic with one of the two or three prompts given to you. If you will be late, you will have until January 10th to post.

In terms of length, I ask that your fic have a minimum of 1,000 words.

So, ready to do some magic with the Owl House family and make someone's day? Sign up today!

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[aroaessidhe]

read in 2023: witches

The Golden Frog Games

The Feast Makers

The Poisons We Drink

The Day Death Stopped

Every Gift a Curse

In The House of Transcendence

The Ojja-Wojja

Her Majesty’s Royal Coven & The Shadow Cabinet

Witch Hat Atelier

[charliehoennam]

A/N: no hate on Carol, she’s a sweet lil babe. this can be read from her pov too. just crushing on this man. might a smutty follow-up. lemme know if you’d like to read it or if you enjoyed. feedback is always welcome. please reblog if it’s positive! apologies if any mistakes are found.

Pairing: John Kinley x gn!reader

Word count: 1,180

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Sleeping in the same bed with John was usually amazing. The warmth that radiated from him was a constant and pleasant reminder that he was there. After so many nights spent thousands of miles apart, your only desire was to hold onto him and never let go.

You knew what you had signed up for when you met. His commitment to his honor was one of the first things you learned about him and it was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. How could you ask him to change what you loved about him? So, you supported in every decision he made renew his contract with the army; smiled through the hurt you knew the lonely nights were bound to bring upon receiving every deployment date. It was an emptiness no video call could fill. But you needed to be strong. John had enough to worry about overseas. You didn’t want to add to his burden and being with the children demanded strength.

John’s last call had still been taking a toll on his mind. Relieved know Ahmed and his family were finally safe, it wasn’t enough to make the nightmares disappear. He lost his entire team within minutes. One by one, the smiling faces of dumb joy became another folded flag and dog-tag to be handed to family. Though he knew the risk – everyone knew the risk – the camaraderie they shared and the unique bond of relying on one another to survive couldn’t be vanquished as quickly as their lives were. That bond couldn’t allow them to simply not grow attached. That bond haunted John.

Some nights were better than others. Most often, he was able to leave his inner demons at bay long enough to rest his mind. But every now and then, they would find a way to sneak past his defenses and line their traps to ignite the ambush. Tonight, was one of those nights.

You could hear his heavy breathing as you slowly came to, shedding the exhaustion from your body as adrenaline begun to take its’ place. As you opened your eyes, he shot up from his pillow leaving behind a wet print on the fabric. His long sleeve pajama shirt had already been soaked from the cold sweat that seeped through his clothes.

Once his eyes scanned the environment, he quickly processed the fact that he was home and that he had been dreaming. Dreaming was a far stretch. In his mind, he was back there in midst of combat bracing himself for the blunt contact of the back end of a rifle.

“Fuck…” he whispered under his breath as he ran a large hand over his face, frustrated with his own mind. He wished he could just cleanse his head of that moment. He rarely relieved that close call now, but when he became prisoner of it, it felt like never-ending hell.

He felt the bed shift beside him and peered over his shoulder at you. Guilt merged from his fear.

“Shit. I’m sorry, babe. I’m good. Just go back to sleep.”  It was useless. He knew you wouldn’t.

Pushing the covers off of him, he stood and walked out of the room to make his way to the kitchen for some water. Carrying his glass in hand, he slid the backyard door open and stepped outside for some air.

It was like clockwork. Water, fresh air and space were all he needed to calm down but he always came back for you like you were the cherry on top. You took advantage of the moment to strip the bedding, flip the mattress and set clean, fresh bedding for him. Propping your pillows against the headboard, you sat and laid back on them as you heard his calm footsteps returning.

His big blue eyes found yours and he couldn’t be more grateful to have you. Without a word, you turned the bedside light off and patted the space beside you with a tired smile. He smiled to himself as he walked over and climbed back into the bed, nestling himself against your side. Your arms wrapped around him as he rested his head on your stomach.

“Thank you.”

“You got nothing to thank me for.” You replied combing your nails through his dark luscious hair as his arm stretched across your torso. With his hand on your hip, his fingers stroked the soft skin there as he took in your scent.

“No. I do. I got so much to be thankful for.”

You smiled to yourself, but stayed silent after that. Words weren’t needed to let him know you were there. He could feel your devotion with every stroke through his hair. You tried to stay awake as long as you could for him, but you eventually ended up falling asleep before him. He couldn’t blame you and felt relieved that you could rest. He still felt guilty for waking you and keeping you up. But truth was he was right where he wanted to be. Safe in your arms.

You woke up the next morning in a panic, fearing you’d overslept. Did the alarm clock even ring at all? Because you didn’t remember waking up to shut it off. And you wouldn’t have simply gone back to sleep. You couldn’t; it was a school day. Shooting up to your feet, you quickly raced to your daughter’s room to wake her up, but you found the bed empty. The result was the same in your young son’s room. You frowned to yourself confused as you walked to the kitchen – the scene that explained their absence. The dirty dishes from breakfast tossed in the sink, the empty box of frozen waffles, the pan of leftover scrambled eggs now cold on the stovetop. John must’ve taken the kids to school. The note you found on the counter with John’s unique handwriting confirmed it. With a relieved sigh, you unplugged your phone from its’ charger and called your husband.

“Hey, honey.”

“Good morning, sunshine. You sleep alright?” The passing sounds of cars and horns in the background made you aware he’s driving.

“Yeah. I found your note. How’d the kids go?”

“Smooth sailing, sweetheart. I left you a plate in the microwave.”

“Oh, thanks. I’ll just heat it up. Why didn’t you wake me up though?”

“I wanted to let you sleep in after night. I know I wore you out.”

“You didn’t wear me out. Not like you usually do” you smirked.

“It’s never too late, baby” he chuckled smirking widely. “I’m stopping by the store to pick up more waffles for the kids. Any special requests?”

“We could use more milk, coffee and eggs. Oh, and pasta for dinner tonight.”

“I’m on it. Anything else?”

“Not that I can remember, but I’ll text you if I do.”

“Alright, babe. I’ll be home soon.”

“Thank you, John. For covering me today. I promise I’ll make it up to when you get home.”

“Oh, yeah? How’d you plan on doing that?”

“I’ll wear you out this time.”

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New year rituals

Hi everyone! As the year is coming to an end, I have a few ideas of ways to celebrate it !

Space and self cleansing

This is a classic of course, but I think it’s always a good idea to start the new year with a clean slate! So yeah, cleansing yourself and your house or appartement or at least your bedroom is a good idea! You can use any of your preferred methods (smoke cleansing, sound cleansing, spray cleansing, etc.)!

Releasing the things that you don't want in 2023.

After that, there’s the releasing of what you don’t want to emotionally bring with you in 2023! You can do it with fire (by burning pieces of paper with the things you want to release written on it) or how ever you want! If it’s breaking some glass bottles or throwing rocks in a river while screaming go ahead! Just do it safely please! The worst way to start a year is with a trip to the ER!

Letter for your future self

Something sweet to do for yourself is to write a letter for your future self to read on the first of January of 2024. Bring in the self compassion and the optimism in this letter. Say some encouragement for your future self! Talk about how proud you are of yourself! Say how much you are thankful for all the things you did for yourself in the last year! Use your imagination!

Journaling about your word for 2023.

Finally, in my previous post I talk about finding a word for the year 2023 to inspire you all year long. If you haven’t done it already, you can journal about why you chose that word and what it means to you. You can also include ways to act in alignment with that word!

So I hope you all have a wonderful new year eve! I can’t wait to see this community grow in 2023!

Much love,

Juniper!

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So Renata didn't get a Coven skin, but Akali got TWO??

If Renata was never going to get one, then I can accept that, but Akali is just such a weird decision...

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Pride familiars for my witches (: Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

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[jamscandraw]

Steve Week 2023 Day 5: Rebellion/Therapy

TEAM UP OF THE CENTURY 💛💜The only major change I've made to the canon timeline in A Coven Just For Two is that Steve joining the rebellion happens months before the Day of Unity rather than just a few days, giving him and Murph more time to properly reconnect and agonise over their rekindled feelings and also go on cool recon/sabotage missions together to mess with the Emperor's Coven

Murph is my OC and you can check them out here or go through their tag!

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Guy Ritchie's the Covenant (2023)

[courtana]

The Covenant (2023), dir. Guy Ritchie — "You're here to translate." — "Actually, I'm here to interpret."