#scorned witch

[gleafer]

The Conjurer: she has Hell in the palm of her hand.

New OC comic dropping on my Patreon SOOOOON! I’m telling you, there’s nothing but mayhem happening in 2024 for my saucy pigeons.

(Come on in! The water is fiiiiiine!)

[atlasrainerot]

🌟wanted to try & get back into making fakemon after like 6 years🌟

so I thought of Meowscarada, Delphox, & Primarina (my 3 fav starter lines) being the starters of a Unova Legends game & so here are the rough draft designs + concepts I came up with:

they’re all based on different regions + time periods of the US (which Unova is supposed to be based on)

Meowscarada’s inspo is the modern southern US (specifically Louisiana, more specifically New Orleans) & its design + lore is heavily based on New Orleans’ celebration of Mardi Gras (which is already a design inspo for regular Meowscarada, but I brought it to the forefront here); it’s a grass/fairy type since fairy is by far the type most commonly associated with food (& y’know, “Fat Tuesday”), so it’s basically a well-intentioned, literal, party animal that probably helped the old Unovans with their festivities 🍃🦋

Delphox’s inspo is the colonial era eastern US (specifically Massachusetts, more specifically Salem) & its design + lore is heavily based on the Salem witch trials; it’s a fire/ghost type since it’s made up of the scorned spirits of the victims of the trials (I don’t really know what the Pokemon universe’s equivalent of the witch trials would be, maybe people were accused of being ghost Pokemon or maybe even Zoroarks(?), so it’s, hypothetically, very hostile & dangerous, but if raised lovingly from a Fennekin, it could be quite docile & trusting 🔥🪦

Primarina’s inspo is the early 20th century western US (specifically California, more specifically Hollywood) & its design + lore is heavily based on early 1900s Hollywood actresses & stardom; it’s a water/psychic type since it’s supposedly ‘ahead of the times,’ (but it was definitely an omen for the modern Unovan entertainment industry), so it’s, in summation, a Hollywood darling mermaid seal with magical psychic powers (this is Pokemon, after all) that was likely simultaneously both loved by & intimidating to the people of its time 🌊🔮

I would love to flesh out these designs & concepts more, but this is what i’ve got for now sksk~ ✨

[shadowaj]

Scorn!

[zombies-who-speak-simlish]

a look into agatha's home

[telestoapologist]

SOL'S GUIDE TO TROUBLED INDIVIDUALS

(part one?)

[calyroco]

[best-character-named-x-poll]

have you done your daily click

[bubblin-trouble]

How I imagine OB!Calypso stalking towards her prey students she stumbles upon >:)

Daily reminder she’s based off Calypso from POTC too lol

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[lovelylovelyartist]

Boy the noises the Scorn make when they're chilling and you're replying to a text out of their sight are real bad eh? Just squishy splorchy hell

[teratalia]

time for some of Talia's Ramblings, where I waffle on about something ridiculous that I need someone, anyone, to see

so I've been playing Cookie Run: Witch's Castle here and there and two of the new cookies are Sachertorte and Marble Danish. I was already kinda obsessed with their designs (bc LOOK at them) and then I saw their interaction in the story and good god there's some history there and I need to know what it is

they're like. rivals or something, I'm thinking they betrayed each other but it was a huge misunderstanding or something. Sachertorte's bio includes something about bitter chocolate and looking for revenge. Marble Danish's also mentions a hint of bitter cocoa and wanting to reverse his prestigious family's downfall. Sachertorte is part of a gang called the Apricot Jam Syndicate (apparently the original dessert traditionally has apricot jam too) and one of Marble Danish's special items is an apricot candy.

do you see my vision. idk what it is yet but I'm kinda invested in them and at this point I'm continuing to play in the hopes of learning more

[manga-and-stuff]

Update: The Official Elden Ring Art book Volume 3 (Shadow of the Erdtree) has been added to the collection

Artbook collection Master-post

Dorohedoro MUD AND SLUDGE + Dorohedoro Sketch Book 'Day Dream Hour' Artbooks 1-5 by Ryōko Kui (Dungeon Meshi) Delicious in Dungeon Adventurer's Bible world guide

Witch Hat Atelier Special Edition Volume 02 + 06 Artbooks Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou - Book of Paintings + Postcard Book "BLAME! and so on" Artbook

The Art of Ponyo The Art of The Wind Rises The Art of Kiki's Delivery Service

The Art of Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind Miyazaki Moebius exhibition catalog The Art of Moebius

"Der Mond" Neon Genesis Evangelion Artbook "EYES ONLY" SPY×FAMILY Official Fanbook The Art of Fullmetal Alchemist 1 + 2

Elden Ring Art Book Volume 1 - 3 Dark Souls 1-3 Design Works Bloodborne Official Artworks

SEKIRO - SHADOWS DIE TWICE Official Artworks Grimoire Nier + NieR Art – Kazuma Koda Art Collection

The art of Alice Madness Returns SCORN The art of the Game The FLCL Archives

The Art of Metal Gear Solid I - IV - Gallery Works and Studio Works Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse -The Art of the Movie Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse The Art of the Movie

The Artwork of Berserk Alphonse Mucha's "Figures Decoratives" AKIRA Club

The art of Nimona

Here's a link to the entire collection, in case any of the individual links are broken.

This post will also be edited as more Artbooks are added, check this link for the up-to-date version.

[zombies-who-speak-simlish]

[prokopetz]

I feel like Tumblr has a problem where we can't make fun of people without making them sound interesting. "Bone Stealing Witch", "Human Pet Guy" – these are meant to be terms of scorn, but they end up implying something much more interesting than the reality of the situations they're gesturing toward.

[lowkeyerror]

Talk it Out

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: Agatha All Along Finale Spoilers, Angst, I guess it's hurt/comfort, happy ending

Summary: The confrontation between Agatha and Rio goes differently with you there to mediate.

An: I've been itching to write for Agatha. I check the tags everyday for new fics, so I thought maybe I should contribute. Hope you like it

Masterlist

“Are you guys really going to do this? There has to be another way?”

Dark skies with ominous clouds loomed over Agatha's backyard. Rio was perched on the rooftop magic buzzing in her hands. Agatha stood on the ground exhausted from the trials of the road.

You found yourself standing in between the two.

“Darling, there is no other way. I don’t want to hurt you, don’t make me hurt you,” the rage dims in Rio's eyes as she looks at you.

You turn to the other woman. She’s trying to activate her powers, to no avail. You see a panic rise across her features. It's then that Rio begins her attack. When Agatha is flung back, you can’t help but scream her name.

“AGATHA!”

You attempt to run to her side, but vines snake their way up your legs keeping you in place.

“Rio please,” you plead with her.

Agatha answers, “She’s not going to listen to you sweetheart. Death is unkind, cruel even, and she cares for no one.”

Tears brim at your eyes hearing those words. Your whisper doesn’t get lost in the chaos, “That’s not true.”

“You can lie to yourself all you want Agatha, but she knows you’re full of shit,”  Rio hurls a vine at the witch leaving a nasty cut on her ankle.

“Look around Y/n, does this look like love,” Agatha spits out before her back connects with a tree.

Wires and vines alike start to wrap around Agatha, keeping her in place. Rio stalks towards her in a predatory fashion.

“End of the road Agatha, and you know where all roads lead.”

Agatha starts to beg for her life. This whole scene pulls your heart in two different directions.

Your magic was weak in comparison to most, but in this moment that didn’t matter. It was enough to escape the hold from the vines.

Just as Rio was going to blast Agatha out of existence you step between the two. Your hands outstretched to shield Agatha.

“Take me instead,” your gaze is soft when you meet Death’s stare.

“No,” Agatha and Rio speak in unison.

You shake your head, “You don’t get to say no. You need a soul and I’m offering mine.”

“It- it’s not your time,” Rio's excuse is flimsy.

“I’ve been around just as long as she has. I’ve sat by and watched her do the things that she did. I am your lover, just like she is. So you’re taking my soul.”

Agatha protests again, “She can’t have you.”

You turn to face her, “She already does, my love. I do not fear her as you do. I do not resent her. Spending eternity with her does not scorn me. I love her just as I love you.”

A scowl grows on Agatha’s face, “How can you forgive her?”

Rio wants to speak, but you place your hand on her chest, causing her to hold her tongue.

You squat down to Agatha’s level. Your hands caress her face, “I am grateful for what she gave us Agatha. Are you not? We’ve been alive for centuries, yet nothing has ever come close to those 6 years.”

“She took him from us.”

You shook your head, your voice was delicate, “He wasn’t even meant to take his first breath. We might’ve made him from scratch, but there’s only one person that gave him life, and you hate her for it.”

“He was my son too,” Rio speaks, no longer in her fighting stance.

Her eyes boring into Agatha, with a sorrow only death could convey.

Angry tears welled in Agatha’s eyes, “In the middle of the night. When we couldn’t even say goodbye. I was going to- I was going to do better for him, Rio.”

“I had to take him, and if either or you asked me not to… I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it. Don’t you think I would’ve loved to see him grow, Agatha? He was so much of all of us even at that age.”

“He was smart and cunning like you,  Agatha. He had your affinity for nature and balance, Rio. And he.. .”

“Was kind, just like you sweetheart,” Agatha finished your sentence.

Rio frowns, “I took no joy in taking him. In fact, taking a soul has never hurt so much. I didn’t just lose Nicky, I lost you too.”

“Tell her the truth,” you say to Agatha, who shifts a bit under your gaze.

“There’s nothing to tell,” her sentence falls flat at the end, in the way it does when she's lying.

Your tired eyes look at her, “Agatha, please.”

“I ran because I’m scared. Not of you, but of facing Nicky. If he saw who I am, what I’ve become he would-"

“Love you anyway,” Rio spoke with certainty.

It’s then that Agatha fully drops her mask, vulnerability on full display, “How are you sure?”

“You never hid yourself from him. He knows what kind of person you are, he always did. Maybe he wanted you to change, but he still loved you the way you were,” Rio spoke it like a fact.

It broke Agatha. She began to sob, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I’m sorry.”

You began to free Agatha from her spot against the tree. Rio instantly broke the binds after watching you struggle. She was cautious in her approach, of the two of you.

Rio wraps her arms around Agatha. Agatha melts into the embrace, the warmth comforting her. Rio begins to wipe away the woman’s tears.

You watch with a tender gaze and relief flooding through your features.

“No more fighting,” you look between the two of them.

“What about Billy?” Agatha clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.

Rio deflates, taking a step back from Agatha, “I still-”

“I told you to take mine,” you speak up.

Rio’s eyes darken, “I won’t.”

You invade the woman’s personal space. Your arms settle around the back of her neck. You lean into her, forehead resting against hers.

She breathes you in calmly. Eyes fluttering close. You kiss her, deeply. You don’t focus on the pain coursing through you, but rather the softness of her lips, the eagerness of her hands, the warmth of her body.

You can feel yourself slipping, but it doesn’t go too far as you are roughly shoved away from Rio.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!” Agatha yells.

Your breath is ragged as your life force slowly returns to you, “Maybe.”

You don’t think as you shoot your magic at Agatha. You know her instincts, you’ve seen them in action. Without thought she begins draining you of your powers. As you crumble, she rises.

“AGATHA!” Rio’s voice echoes something deadly.

It knocks Agatha out of her trance and she quickly cuts the line between your power and hers. You lay flat on the ground with your eyes open towards the sky. You’re breathing is minimal but present.

Rio looks at Agatha, “You need to give her some back or she won't make it.”

Agatha’s hands are trembling and she tries to out the power back, but nothing is happening.

“She’s- she’s not taking it,” Agatha begins to mumble.

“Y/n you have to receive the power, you have to do it or you’ll die,” Rio says sternly.

“The soul,”  you mumble.

Rio growls, “Forget about the soul, I’ll figure it out, just please.”

Before Agatha can put the magic, back into you again, you’re hit with a bright blue ray of energy. The force with which it hits you makes you jolt into an upright position.

“Is she going to be alright?” Billy jogs over to the scene in front of him.

It’s not what he thought it was going to be originally and for that he’s grateful. Fighting Death was not anywhere near his bucket list.

“Did you-”

“I-I came to fight and then I saw… everything. It just made sense to help,” Billy’s eyes search all 3 women.

You answer him first, “I’m alright, everything is fine.”

“A-are you sure?”

You look to Rio, who is already looking at you, she tells the teen “You are free to go.”

He looks at Agatha first and then you.

“We will around if you need us, don’t fret. This is not a journey, you have to walk alone,” you tell him.

The boy is quick to wrap his arms around you in a hug. You squeeze him back and whisper in his ear, “We will help you find him.”

He nods at your words. He takes one more glance at Agatha and Rio before leaving the yard.

“When are you going to tell him about the road?” Agatha questions you.

“Later, after I’ve spent some time with the women that I love. Both of them,” you say hopefully.

Rio looks at Agatha, you both knew it was her call.

The woman let out a dramatic sigh, “Nothing too strenuous I'm exhausted from all of that hard work.”

“A bath would do you well,” Rio bites back.

Agatha rolls her eyes, “You just want to see me naked.”

Rio chuckles, “Well, it has been quite some time. I’m sure Y/n wouldn't mind an intimate moment with both of us either.”

You shook your head, “Not one complaint.”

“You’re both ridiculous,” Agatha speaks.

“You love it,” Rio counters.

Agatha looks at you and then Rio before letting out a sigh, “I love you both.”

[aennasan]

World Burn (Sylus x Witch!Reader)

Synopsis: The hero sacrificed you for his dreams.

divider: @/rookthornesartistry

a/n: I was listening to Let the World Burn and I thought Sylus was hot.

“Her. I want her.” Sylus declared as he stood in front of the barely alive hero. His voice booming, intensifying the already scorching fire surrounding them. The orange and red embers flickering and dancing, as if mocking. He could have sworn he could hear their spirits laughing, evil, and insulting. 

The hero’s once divine visage, full of its glory, is now weakened, bleeding and in pain, kneeling, having no more strength to stand. His right arm was tilted in an awkward angle, broken and unusable. He couldn't even lift his prestigious sword, which he swore he would use to protect the world and slay the villain.

The hero's party failed to kill the villain. They were ambushed, and killed. Most of them died. Except the hero himself and the blood witch. 

“If you give her to me I will stop this madness, as you called it.” He paused, contemplating. “You will get back to your king, and claim your title as hero. I will even promise to pretend to be slain and you can get your glory back.” 

Sylus stared down at the hero. He cannot help but grin, on the way he saw a glimpse and glimmer of hope in those dark orbs of whom they claimed as righteous. 

How pathetic and simple. 

“No! Don't listen to him. The villain plays games in people’s minds. You already are a hero!” The blood witch disputed, pale as a ghost she yelled, drained of magic and power. 

He chuckled, stomach fluttering on how adorable she looks. She never changed. Still the weakest on discerning the character of allies she puts her trust into. Spectacles broken and cracked. He worries that the glass shards will get to her beautiful brown eyes. 

The blood witch and hero are childhood friends. She was scorned and isolated by the town since they do not understand the power she yields. She takes lives to heal. She derives her power from life, and so she was always surrounded by death. 

Yet, in the hero’s eyes, he saw potential. A friend, a tool, to whom he can take a journey together and help him achieve his dream as a hero. 

She is loyal to him. He is loyal to his dream. 

The hero wasn't looking at the blood witch. In fact, Sylus already knew that the hero decided on what path he would walk through. 

Sylus understood why. 

Although, he knew that the hero is a pathetic and weak minded fool. What the blood witch had done is terrifying, even for his clan.

The hero died. But using her power and the bodies of their party members, she revived him back. It was black magic. Taboo and frightening. 

The hero who was revived, had heard the voices and screams of their party members who were used to giving him life. They scream justice, and he watches with a smile how the hero’s mind breaks down and lets go of his strongest ally. 

“You…You promise to do that?” The hero opened his mouth to speak. His voice croaked and sickly. 

“I do not lie.” Sylus assured. 

“How can I trust you to follow on your promise?” The hero asked again.

“The promise using blood cannot be broken.” The villain grinned. 

“Wha- What are you doing?” The blood witch was taken aback. Finally realizing that the hero would sacrifice everything for his plans and glory. 

Before the witch could stand and stop them, Sylus cut his palm open, and did the same to the hero. The hero hissed in pain. Before he can protest, he clutches their hand to his, and uses his power to seal his promise to the hero. 

There was a light, dark, red and murky, surrounding the hero and the villain, until it exploded. The witch was shocked and fell to the ground. She closed her eyes, frightened. 

When she finally decided to open her eyes. There was only the villain named Sylus in front of her. The hero, her friend, is nowhere in sight.

“What have you done to him?” She accused him. Her breathing was ragged. Her face devoid of color, contorted in anger. 

“I fulfilled our promise. You can feel it, right? He is still alive…. and safe.” He stated as a matter of fact. Dragging the word “safe” before offering a Cheshire grin. 

Slowly he walked towards her. 

“He…No…No..No, he will not abandon me. The hero is my friend.” Her eyes were wild, as she nodded profusely, trying to convince herself that she wasn't abandoned and left as a sacrifice. 

He could smell the fear and pain of betrayal coming off her. Her fears are delicious but the smell of betrayal he despises. 

Sylus knew about her. In truth, they were more than acquaintances. He met her when he was just born and knew nothing of his ultimate purpose. He was sickly. And she didn't hesitate to take care of him.

The truth is he was the reason why they found out about her power. She healed him despite knowing the consequences. Her naivety, warmth, kindness, and beauty is her unbecoming. 

He always thought her resolve that fateful day was magnificent and beautiful. 

He had devoid himself of feeling. But he cannot stop the swell of pride in his chest. Finally, she is with him. 

It took a lot. Even of him becoming the villain, just so he could have her. 

He crouched down in front of her, excited to see her face up close. By now, she stopped mumbling and blaming herself. 

Sylus thought he would see her the same. It was a simple breaking. Nothing to the extreme like he usually does. So he was surprised, then angered, when he saw the look on your face. 

Your eyes were devoid of life. Cheeks stained with tears. Mouth trembling. You felt betrayed and miserable. 

He is trembling with an unknown feeling of rage.

“My dear dove, you must dry those tears.” He consoles, using his thumbs to remove the fat tears running down her cheeks. She feels cold, like a corpse. She must have exhausted everything just to save an ungrateful dear friend. 

“Do not cry for I will make him pay the price of betraying you.” Titling his head to the side, he used his right hand to cup her face and gently help her face him. He gave her a gentle smile.

“What? But he did what you asked him to do. He surrendered me to you.” Her frown was weak. Her will is still not back, but he was glad that she was curious enough to ask him a question. It means, he did not break her fully.

“Yes. But I never promised not to turn his beloved town to ashes, noh? What kind of villain am I if I would just let your traitor, along with the people who scorned you, and called you names scotch free? They say for heroes to be great, they need to be orphaned.” He spoke and beamed at her. Like an innocent little boy, who did not just promise to kill hundreds of people for her. To sully their hands to revenge for her.

It was by then, she finally looked at him. She watches as the flames reflect on his eyes. It swallows everything on its path with no mercy or thought. 

She shivered, realizing the inevitable. 

[bubblin-trouble]

Some quotes I think represent OB!Calypso hehe

“She is learning out where she fits on the food chain, and I’m not sure you want her to figure that out.”

“She was fragile like a bomb, not a flower.”

“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature.”

“And when her halo broke, she carved the two halves into horns.”

“Better a monster, than an arrogant god.”

“I am chaos in its rawest form, and magic in its finest form.”

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”

“My poor mother begged for a sheep, but raised a wolf.”

she's so tortured I love her

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