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scragon · 2 months ago
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Only the highest quality content of my OCs for you all.
Vampire Husband on Webtoon
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spike-spiegels · 16 days ago
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✶ 3k Followers Celebration ✶ ↳ @fuyutake asked: Jujutsu Kaisen + Favorite Hero
I studied at Tokyo Jujutsu High and one thing I learned is that jujutsu sorcerers are shit!
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phantomrin · a month ago
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Inktober - Day 27 - The Curse. @inktober
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changingmencaptions · 26 days ago
Don’t Forget Your Costume…
Overdue Halloween special + 2000 follower special
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I flick my cigarette onto the empty driveway and squish it beneath my foot. Pulsing coloured lights from within the house briefly light up the slender garden, creating a multicoloured path to the front door. The music sounds muffled, but its definitely audible. It wouldn’t surprise me if neighbours complain. This is a culdesac after all. Police might even show up. Wouldn’t be a Stefan Party without that, would it?
I knock on the thick wooden door and wait. No answer. I can hear people inside. Chattering. Can see them through the garden windows too. I knock again, this time harder than before.
“Miles?!” A voice yells from behind me, laughing. “You’re late too! Thank God.”
It’s Wyatt. The only other person I know at this party, apart form Stefan anyway. Me, Wyatt and Stefan go way back. Well, five years back, but that’s relatively long considering. I mean, I’ve only lived in Brooktane for five years. I don’t know many people apart from those in our course. That’s where I met these two idiots. We both study business at Brooktane University. We sat beside each other the first day of college. Then, boom. Here we are.
“I texted you before I got here. Where were you?” I call as he makes his way down the garden trail.
“I had to run and go get a stupid costume from that Halloween pop-up shop beside Archie’s Pizzeria. You know the one.” He walks past me and smacks the door loudly, never breaking eye contact.
“You ran all the way downtown for a costume?” I laugh. “I didn’t even bother bringing one.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Wyatt looks me up and down. “Stefan said it was a costume party. He said we have to wear costumes.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I dismiss my best friend. “What’d you end up going for?”
“It was slim pickens down there, dude.” He acts like he’s about to profess something bad. “Turns out looking for a costume on Halloween isn’t going to give you the best choices”
‘So…” I smile, ready for the big reveal.
Wyatt takes out a plastic packet with neatly folded clothes in it.
I laugh and clap my hands.
“Shut up.” He laughs and smacks my shoulder. “It was the only one they had left.”
“A white boy dressing as an Arabian Prince...” I take the packet from his hands, laughing at the costume up close. “It’s a bit problematic, I’m not gonna lie.”
“I’ll make sure not to be in any photos.” He snatches the costume back. He smiles. “This could be a career ruining party for me.”
“Cut to you in ten years being cancelled.” I grin, turning towards the door. “You’ll be forced to live off the grid as a farmer or some shit.”
The chattering from inside grows infinitely louder as the door swings open. We’re both met with a grinning drunk Stefan.
“Wyatt! Miles!” Stefan throws his arms open, spilling his half empty beer on the floor. “Make yourself at-“
Stefan stops mid sentence and stares at us, as if it had taken this long for his brain to catch up to his sight.
“No costumes?” Stefan furrows his brow angrily. “What part of costume party do you not understand?”
“I got a costume, dude. I just bought it. It’s still in this thing.” Wyatt holds up the plastic packaging with the career ruining clothing inside.
“Ah, that’s my man. Never let the Stefan down. You ain’t gonna like letting me down, lemme tell you.” Stefan slurs. “You can use the bathroom under the stairs to put it on. Or just strip naked in front of everyone, I’m sure someone in that crowd would enjoy it.”
Wyatt makes his way past Stefan and slips into the overcrowded hallway full of every type of costume you could imagine. Vampires. Genies. Werewolves. And you’d expect, a lot of superheroes. Though, one by the window is particularly bad, which does arouse some amusement. It’s mostly what you’d expect from a halloween costume party. “You got one too then?” Stefan gestures towards me.
I shrug. “Sorry man. Was busy. Didn’t have time to get one.”
“No dude. That’s not okay. You gotta be wearin’ one by midnight, man. It’s already 11.30.” He throws his head back in frustration. “Listen. Come with me. I’ll get you sorted out. You owe me.”
“Nah, man. That’s alright-“
“Come with me.” Stefan grabs me by the arm, taking me into the overly Halloweeny decorated house. Too decorated for a college student in his mid-20s. He must have a real hard on for Halloween, cause this is a lot. Fake cobwebs. An old smoke machine, coughing out whatever air it could muster up. Pumpkins taking up valuable space where people could be sitting.
He drags me past a blue genie and a caveman downing shots together. We hop up the stairs and into a secluded bedroom. I stare at Stefan, who is now arms deep in his closet, sifting through piles of dirty clothing which had clumped up on the closet floor.
“Here we go.” He holds what could barely even be considered costumes. He lays the three of them on the bed. “Always gotta keep spares. Since people always seem to forget…” He glares at me.
I stare at the costumes. Half in amusement. Half in dread. Am I actually going to have to wear one of these? I consider my options:
(1) A cowboy. That doesn’t sound too bad, right? But you’re wrong. Not just any cowboy. A slutty cowboy. Ah yes, Stefan couldn’t just lend a nice costume with lots of coverage. He needed to embarrass the people who forget their costumes, or like me, didn’t bother to get one. I feel like he’s enjoying this. The outfit is barely even an outfit. An outfit implies there’s actual clothing. Not this costume. Oh boy, it’s just a cowboy hat, a handkerchief, cowboy boots and a fringe thong. Could it get any worse than this?
(2) Apparently yes. This one is a dog. A god damn leather dog. Completed with a dog mask, a thick leather collar, skimpy pants with a zip in the ass area and a tail (which I’m pretty sure is a butt plug). This one is objectively more embarrassing, I’ll give him that. And it’s on that note than I rule this costume out. Begone leather pup.
(3) The final costume (if you can even call it that) was a maid costume. Yep, that’s right. A slutty maid costume. Like the ones you’d see for women… but in this case, I was expected to adorn a cropped skirt and a cleavage line which extenuates my chest. This ranks pretty high on the embarrassment scale. Is it leather pup high, no. But it’s no lower than a sexy cowboy.
I stare at the ‘costumes’ blankly. Stefan must be into some weird shit. Though, if I’m gonna be immortalised in people’s Instagram posts tonight, I sure as hell ain’t getting pictured in a maid costume or a pup… thing. I swallow my pride and point to the slutty cowboy.
“Ah, the cowboy. Yeah that’s a good one, man.” He gathers the pup and the maid and throws them back in his closet. “You’re gonna be popular tonight, my dude.”
I space out, still attempting to accept my fate as a half dressed cowboy. Stefan dances to the muffled music downstairs, as he heads towards the door. “It’s ten minutes until midnight, so I’ll let you get that costume on, man.”
“I’ll go check on our white Arabian prince downstairs.” He giggles. “Am I the only one who finds that a bit problematic?” I stare at him in resentment for making me wear this thing.
“No? Okay” He closes the door behind him.
I slip on the outfit. It barely fits. The thong is made for someone twice my size. It slips down my thighs every chance it gets. The cowboy boots are a size 13. Five sizes bigger than my feet. I feel like a son trying on his dad’s boots. At least the handkerchief fits… right? My completely average body is on full display for everyone to see. I don’t look like a sexy cowboy. Just one that had its clothes stolen. I look at the clock
Wow. Midnight already. I should go find Wyatt. See how he’s getting one. His Arabian prince outfit might be stupid, but at least it probably fits. I’ll even hazard a guess and say he looks ten times less ridiculous than I do- AGHHHH.
What the fuck was that? A green flash? The entire room… it just flashed green. As if a green thunder bolt had shot through the house. It felt like my entire body was just… zapped. I feel all tingly and shit. Like a fuzziness all over my skin. I repeatedly tap my fingers together, my skin feeling particularly soft. I hear a cacophony of unintelligible sounds erupt downstairs. So they saw it too? At least I’m not going crazy. I don’t think…
“Fuck! What’s happening to us, man?!” A man shouts downstairs. His voice sticking out among the frantic yelling. “I can’t think… I can’t… I can… I CAN SAVE YOU HELPLESS CITIZEN!”
What is going on down there? And what the fuck is that guy on? His voice… it changed from high pitched terror to unwavering confidence in a matter of seconds. It’s… disturbing. I know I should check it out… but it doesn’t sound good. Part of me is afraid. A large part, in fact. First a green flash. Then screaming. Now, this man. His voice.
I stand alone in Stefan’s room, listening to the chaos downstairs. It suddenly dawns on me that, while all this is going down, I am standing up here in a cowboy costume which barely covers me. Speaking of the outfit, it feels uncomfortable. I don’t remember it feeling this bad when I put it on. It feels like its squeezing me. In fact… I’m not holding up my thong anymore… actually… it feels really tight.
I feel an itchiness fill my bum cheek. I absentmindedly reach down to scratch my ass, but as I do… my hand… it sinks into a soft round cheek. My hand recoils in shock. I crane my neck over my shoulder and let out a terror-filled scream. My ass… it’s massive! So big that it filled in the XL costume’s thong. I look at myself in Stefan’s bedroom mirror.
“Holy shit…” I mutter.
This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. There’s no way. My ass… I look like I have two wobbling beach balls for ass cheeks. I take a step closer, my ass cheeks bounce. They feel so restricted. It’s like my ass is being held captive by my skimpy thong. It feels like it’s gonna burst open, displaying my new fuckable hole to the world. This is the kind of ass you’d see in porns. Porns where the guy can’t step outside his house without some guy ripping his pants open and slipping his cock between the bouncy cheeks. My costume doesn’t cover my new curvaceous figure at all.
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Now that I’m looking at myself, my muscles seem huge. It’s not just my ass cheeks which grew, it was all of me. These biceps are as big as footballs. They’re the kind of biceps you’d see on a high school jock. Not me. I don’t even go to the gym. My veins are pronounced, drawing attention to my new arms. My neck looks strange too. It’s almost thicker than my head. I look so different. Sharp jawline. Thick brow. I can’t stop breathing through my mouth either. I look like a fucking meathead.
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My legs are also bigger. Proportionately big, but that doesn’t say much. I mean, my ass cheeks look like they came from a guy who had gotten ass implants or some shit. Though they’re proportionate, they’re still huge. Speaking of huge, my chest underwent some changes too. And by some, I mean a lot. My pecs used to be non-existent. But now, they jut out from my body. I’m built like a shelf. These pecs have a mind of their own too. Jiggling at every movement. Bouncing with every step. They feel remarkably soft. My hand just sinks into them, fat seeping through my fingers. My nipples look larger too, like pegs. God, this is embarrassing. Imagine what people will say about these big boys. Imagine what Wyatt would say… Wyatt. Where is he? I should go find him. See if he’s okay.
I tear my eyes away from my new self. I don’t see how it could get much worse than this. And if everything appears like it sounds, I don’t think I’m the only one whose undergone changes. I stumble to the door, adjusting to my new size. I put my new large hand on the door’s handle and throw the door open. Not used to this new strength. I breath in deeply. This is gonna be humiliating… but here we go. I take my first step down the stairs.
The crowds of people in the hall and living room remain. Though, it’s noticeably more hectic. It’s definitely clear I wasn’t the only one who changed. The superhero I saw earlier was no longer in a corny spandex costume, but rather, he now adorned the kind of thick superhero suit you’d see in a Marvel movie. The genie looks like he’s changed too. His skin altered to a crystal blue. It shimmered beneath the flashing dance floor lights. He had lost the entire bottom half of his body. It was now just smoke, trailing from a golden lamp on the ground. People surrounded him. I’m guessing for wishes. This is so bizarre.
I step down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. I glance at the transformations. A man, who must have been dressed as a stripper, is now humping the stairs I came down. I think I recognise him from college too… pretty sure he was a straight dude. God, that’s humiliating. I walk further down the hallway, passing every kind of costume you can imagine. A caveman. Wizards. Witches. Vampires. A clown. A strongman.
I continue my journey down the crowded hallway, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, my journey is stopped by a massive brute blocking my way. He faces away from me. I stare at his back, contemplating my options. What even is he dressed as? I can’t tell from behind. All I can tell is, he’s massive. My new body must be around 6’0 and even he’s two heads taller than me. His width must be the same as the door. I mean, it’s the same as this damn hallway. I hesitantly reach up and tap him on the shoulder.
“Can ah git by ya thair, partner?” I cover my mouth, humiliated by my own voice. I sound insane. Like a cowboy. A cartoon cowboy. No one fucking talks like this. God dammit, this night just keeps getting worse and worse.
The hulking figure slowly turns around, his massive feet stomping on the wooden floor. He faces me and peers down at me.
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He looks familiar. I can’t quite place my finger on it. He’s of Arab descent, I’d say. His skin is dark and tanned. His nose is wide, taking up a good portion of his face. His brow is striking too. It’s thick and pronounced. He looks like one of those cavemen you’d see in a cartoon. His forehead sticks out, giving him a brutish appearance. He does like familiar. In a weird way. Actually, he kinds reminds me of Wyatt. Well, if Wyatt was a 6’5 giant Arab beast… hold on… what was Wyatt dressed up as again… fuck dude. Not Wyatt.
“Wyatt? Is that you?” My voice sounds exaggeratedly southern and it sounds even more ridiculous coming out of a cowboy with this huge body of mine “What ‘appened to ya, partner?”
The white boy turned Arabian hunk growls. It’s weird seeing Wyatt so hairy. Well, seeing Wyatt regress into a primitive Arab man is weird too. The whole situation is weird. I’m barely even used to my new body. So, I think it’s gonna take a while to get used to seeing Wyatt like this. I see his a thick bush of hair sprout from underneath his armpit. It plasters to his skin, completely soaked in sweat. I scrunch my nose as Arab Wyatt’s sweat invades my nostrils. It’s a hot foul stench. The kind which stings the eyes.
“Who is you?” The Arab beast looks me up and down. “You cow… you man cow.”
His speech is broken. Doesn’t sound much like Wyatt, but then, why would it? The curse must have taken away his voice, same as it did mine. Though while I got a ridiculously exaggerated southern drawl, he got broken English. It sounds like English isn’t his first language anymore.
“It’s me, Partner!” I plead to my old friend. I can see he doesn’t recognise me. His stare is blank, but pitiless. As if there is nothing in that brain of his. No complex thought. No worries. Just power and domination.
“In my country, cow is very good.” He huffs through his nose. “You are money. Property. I trade you.”
“I’m no cow, partner.” I clarify again. I don’t think he’s getting it. It’s the language barrier, I think. I don’t think he’s getting it. “Iah am a cowboy. Not a cow.”
“Udders… cow’s udders need milking.” He grunts, his gaze fixed on my pecs. I look down. My pecs seemed substantially bigger than before. I assume the transformation hasn’t stopped yet. Though, they do feel especially heavy. They’re weighing me down more than before. It’s weird. But I’ve learned to stop questioning things tonight.
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“Nah, partner.” I deny. “Ma chest iss just big.”
“Milk…” He grunts, licking his new Arab lips. His gaze remains on my chest. He reaches out and cups his meaty paw around my pec. He squeezes and a pleasureful moan escapes my mouth. His grasp makes my chest tingle with pleasure. Like an orgasm around my nipple.
“See…” He exhales hot breath from his nose in amusement. “Nothing more than cow.”
I look down to see a shocking sight. As the Arab beast squeezes my pec, a drop of white liquid leaks from my nipple. It’s a sight I didn’t think I’d see today. Me. My pecs. Leaking, what I assume is milk. Like the beast said...
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“You walk around me, pretend you man. But you nothing more than property.” He growls and squeezes my pec, causing a stream of milk to shoot down my chest. “No cow be without owner. You need be claimed.”
“No, Wyatt!” I moan through the pleasure of his meaty hand on my nipple. “I’m a man. A cowboy. Not a… cow!”
“Name is Amaad! No disrespect Arab prince, cow.” He slaps my breast, causing them both to jiggle in pleasure.
“No… no Amaad!” I stare down, watching my nipples leak milk all over the floor. “I’m… I’m a person!”
“Cow has dream of being man.” Amaad laughs deeply, causing the walls to shake. “But he never be man. He always be object for me to stick brown cock. He always be object for friends to milk day long.”
I take a step backwards, attempting an escape. But the hulk grabs me.
“I claim you” He grunts, grabbing both of my tits and squeezing them. Milk drips down my body as I scream in pleasure. “I MILKING COW, ISN’T THAT RIGHT? I MILKING MY COW?”
I scream in pleasure. I know people are watching us. I know I’m being humiliated in front of everyone. I know they’re looking at a man becoming a cow. But I don’t care. The pleasure is too powerful. It’s all consuming.
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“Amaad!” My moans fill the halls. “St- stop Ahmaad!”
“SAY YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DUMB COW!” Ahmaad yells at me, milking me more intensely. Pulling on my nipples in a rhythmic motion.
“Amaad! I- I shouldn’t. I’m a man! I’m a-!” I scream.
“SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS MILK SLUT!” Ahmaad bends down and latches his lips around my nipple. Sucking the milk out of me. I feel my brains slip down into my chest and become milk. Milk that master Amaad drinks. Milk that master owns.
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“I… I…” I hesitate, my whole body filling with intense pleasure. It’s impossible to think. What’s happening.
Ahmaad unlatches himself from my wet peg nipples and yells. “SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS COW!”
My cock is on the verge of cumming everywhere. I can’t hold it back. I haven’t even touched it. But I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum all over my owner.
“Say my name…” Ahmaad grabs hold of my nipples one last time.
“AHMAA-” I yell as master begins to pull on my nipple. “AHMA-“
“Say it…” He whispers.
“AHM… AHM” I scream.
Ahmaad gives one last tug, my nipple encased in his meaty paw. My udders get pulled by master and my cock shoots everywhere. Without thought, I try scream his name, cumming out all my brains… but only one thing emerges.
And so, Stefan’s Halloween costume party is going just as planned.
The warlock always knew how to throw a good Halloween party. Turn people into their costumes. It was a cliche among the Brooktane warlock community, but it was a classic. It seems like everyone is enjoying themselves.
Although Stefan doesn’t realise it yet, the spell he cursed the house with is permanent. How is he going to explain all these these superheroes, monsters and stereotypes running around Brooktane’s streets tomorrow morning.
Stefan is going to have a lot of explaining to do. Especially when students start asking what happened to his classmates, Marcus and Wyatt. Will he tell them the truth? That Ahmaad booked a flight back to his home country in the Middle East. And as for Marcus… well… Marcus is now just a mindless cow on Ahmaad’s farm… do you think he will tell them?
Nah, neither do I…
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drabbles-of-writing · 5 months ago
Dana: Okay, so. Lilith confirmed a full transformation like Eda, but she’s like, way bigger. And their mom was anti-vax, and confirm they have a dad. Make Lilith leave immediately after finally bonding with everyone. Reveal there has been another human in the Boiling Isles before and call them ‘he’ to really rile up the Human!Belos theorizers. Also confirm Creepy Luz is posing as current Luz in the human world with her mom, who is none the wiser.  The poor guy who has to write this all into the script: And you want this stretched out between the season, right? Dana: Lmao nah, put it all in the fourth episode. With 90% of it at the very end. It’s gonna be great I promise.
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yourwitchmama · 6 months ago
I am going to put mild, moderate, and severe so that you know the level of evil you are dealing with. Mild can also be karmic, but severe is most likely black magick
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A lot of these symptoms can be due to physical illness, mental distress, preferences, or mental illness. Only count the ones that are new to you and unexplained by any events that could have triggered these feelings. 
Mild Symptoms:  -Frequent headaches  -Anxiety worse than usual -Nightmares  -Intrusive thoughts  -Constant yawning -Uneasy feeling when you are alone -Relationship problems (including family, friends, acquaintances)  -Pets are acting strange -Plants start to die or get diseases -Crystals or other spiritual items disappear  -Aches and pains -Feeling drained and unmotivated -Not wanting to clean your environment or cleanse it  -Feeling distanced from spirituality  -Low or no sex drive Moderate Symptoms:  -A string of bad luck  -Minor inconveniences such as losing something important at a critical time -Seeing shadows out of the corner of your eye -Candles burn unevenly or blow out, or blow up -Your electronics start malfunctioning -Minor injuries to you or your loved ones -Pets get sick -Sudden unexplained illness or infection  -Finding water in strange spots in the home -Someone killing you or cursing you in your dreams -Photos have gone missing  -Sudden financial losses -Hearing odd sounds -Minor accidents -Missing underwear -Unusual breakouts (not caused by hormones)  -Job loss -Sudden breakups -Strong aversion to healing meditation music or chakra healing music 
Severe symptoms: -Things catch on fire (stove, oven, house, furnace, candle burning other items, etc.) -People around you die of freak accidents -You get into a serious accident or get a serious injury -Pets start dying, run away or disappear  -Spiritual items start breaking (pendulums, crystals, wands, and it wasn’t from stepping on them)  -Demonic possession -Demonic oppression -Seeing the number 666 over and over (and it feels bad to you)  -Seeing 13 birds, specifically magpies  -Talismans in or around your home (dolls, knives, jars full of nails, nails, broken glass, liquid, powder, symbols, grass missing) -Trees around your property start dying -An orb following you around (negative feeling)  -Crosses, protection talismans, spiritual items fall off the wall, are inverted, destroyed, or damaged  -Finding drops of blood around your house or on you -Hearing screaming outside your house at a significant time (midnight, 3AM)  -Sleep paralysis  -New thoughts of suicide (go to doctor just in case)  -Knives being thrown off of counter (for no reason) -Obsession over people or items -Everything seems to be going in a downward spiral  -Scratches appear on you out of nowhere (particularly 3) -People try to harm you physically -Your hair starts falling out  -You start behaving in a strange and erratic way (also go to doctor just in case)  How do I know I am cursed?
Mild curse: If you experience 5 symptoms of the mild symptoms, cleanse your home and do some good deeds. Behave in a more positive light and try to give more to combat any bad karma or negative energy.  Moderate curse: If you experience 10 or more symptoms of any curse above, serious spiritual intervention must occur. You need to purchase cleansing materials and start your banishing rituals immediately. You can find them online. Intuitively pick the ritual that you feel will help.  Severe curse: If you experience 5 or more of the “severe” curses, or more than 10 of moderate to severe symptoms, an exorcism may need to take place. You may also hire a witch or a priest to bless you and your property. Hex removals should also take place. They can be found online.  If you only experience a few of these things, you could be experiencing a dark period in your life that is a part of your life path. Try to stay strong, and if things worsen, simply cleanse yourself and your home, room or apartment.  If you find any odd objects inside or outside of your house, dispose of them immediately. Bless what cannot be physically removed, and cleanse and bury or throw away any physical item far, far away.  Make sure to cleanse your spiritual supplies and deep clean your space. 
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catchymemes · a year ago
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dailyadventureprompts · 25 days ago
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Adventure: The Ol’ Blackstack Smithy
Best to keep busy, You know what they say about idle hands
Setup: While most adventurers only see them as convenient places to pick up arms and armor early in their adventuring, most smithies are the beating heart of any small to mid sized settlement, cranking out a steady tide of nails, horseshoes and mended tools that are the necessities of village life. Such was the case for the Ol’ Blackstack, at least until a generation ago when its drunken owner tried to rush a job through and ended up reducing his establishment to little more than a burnt out husk. 
The lot laid abandoned for years until a few months ago the now grown son of that first smith, Barris Barton, returned to set things to right. Barton has rebuilt the old smithy and seems to be trying to make up for lost time, keeping forges lit late into the night and sending out great plumes of smoke pouring from its chimney all hours of the day.  
This inhuman productivity is thanks to Barton’s very inhuman assistance, a pair of demons he met while out being a journeyman, looking to escape the blunders and abuse of his alcoholic father. These fiends, Buckle and Spelter seem almost malicious in their desire to help Barton reclaim his legacy, spurring him to greater and greater acts of artistry, completing tasks for him while he sleeps, and even going so far as to sabotage the competition to drive more business his way. 
Adventure Hooks: 
Among his many other projects, Barton has begun producing items specifically for adventurers,  stocking his backroom not only with sturdy armor and weapons, but with such useful accessories as grappling hooks, hunting traps, even a rough and tumble frying pan. Should someone wish,  he can also upgrade the party’s gear after being provided the right materials.  While these items have made him popular among those who walk the sellsword’s circuit through the outer villages, just about all of them possesses a nascent curse, waiting for the right time to blossom. Most will simply fail at their intended task at a key moment, while some others will deliberately run away or sabotage the party given the chance. 
While the devils don’t curse  EVERY item that comes through the smithy, they do find innumerable excuses to sow mischief in the more day to day of the Blackstack’s faire. An angler may discover her traditional haunt overwhelmed with fish monsters after a bedeviled hook ensures that every catch she threw back was possessed by a malign spirit. A tailor may be blamed for murder after his newly mended sheers wander out one night to murder his belligerent neighbor before returning to his shop dripping with gore.  These occurrences are likely to draw adventurers to the village, giving Buckle and Spelter yet more opportunities for wickedness. 
While the demons are having a grand old time sowing chaos, their true aim is to bolster Barton’s skill in the forgemaster’s art until he is ready to create an implement of true evil. Already the designs for this weapon coalesce in the exhausted smith’s mind, steeped in his desperate desire to reclaim his pride and the lingering resentment towards his father. If the demons’ mischief goes undiscovered, the party may later hear about the Blackstack burning down once again, the fire spreading out to other homes in the village. Investigating, they’ll find Barton mourning among the ashes, reduced to a skeletal wight after literally working himself to the bone. His fiends have deserted him, making off with this magnum opus to present to some greater evil as tribute. If the party will spare him, Barton thinks he might be able to lead them to where the weapon now rests.... he put his heart and soul (literally for the latter) into that great work, and he won’t be able to reach the afterlife without it returned. 
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oldschoolfrp · 12 days ago
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Raistlin, Caramon, Earwig Lockpicker, and Sir Gawain free a ghost bound to a ruined keep (Larry Elmore, from Dragonlance story “Raistlin and the Knight of Solamnia” by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, Dragon 154, February 1990)
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stoic-whumpee · 5 months ago
Prompt #32
Some ideas for curses 
- To never have a home. To never belong to anything, anyone, or anywhere. Forever drifting. Forever alone. 
- To never be touched or seen by loved ones. You can see them, but you will never be able to reach them or touch them, or comfort them as they mourn your loss. 
- To always obey others. You have no choice, your body and mind are not your own. Your only hope was to hide away and hope no one comes close enough to find out how utterly powerless you are. 
- To have parts of your identity erased, to forget yourself until you don’t even know who you are anymore. 
- To be trapped in one place, not being able to leave. People come and go, but you know they will move on and forget about you. There is nothing you can do about it. 
- To have your body physically consumed by magic, until eventually you turn to an inanimate object, a tree, an animal. The day the curse fully consumes you, you cease to be human. 
- To never die. 
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slowthypiglordblr · 5 months ago
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The fact that the curse draws strength from trauma and stress is just so painful. Poor Lilith needed that hug.
Bonus Projection: After all the traumatic life-threatening situations and emotional turmoil Luz has been dealt with. Imagine what she’d turn into if she was cursed.
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theskepticalwitch · 4 months ago
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why-i-love-comics · 24 days ago
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X-Men Unlimited – Infinity Comic #11 (2021)
written by Gerry Duggan art by Emilio Laiso & Rachelle Rosenberg
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insertsomthinawesome · a month ago
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DAY 22 - Curse
I like to headcanon that the Archons are pretty resilient, but there have got to be a few things they have weaknesses to.
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