#voodoo transformation

[ask-a-bot]

Starscream no, you cannot Taxidermy bumblebee.

It would be a pain in the arse and take forever given how big he is. And it’s would be expensive given all the materials you’d need.

Try a voodoo doll instead

Hahahahahahahahaha! Ohhh, I like you! Hahaha! I'll have to Google how to make a Voodoo doll.

Kup taught me about dolls like those! There's a race on one of the planets we stopped over at for supplies on the way here that make and sell them.

Did you buy any?

No. But I can tell you a little about them. Some people use them to wish bad onto enemies, but most people use them for themselves or people they care about. They give them nice things...

Sounds boring! Using it to hurt Bumbumbee sounds like a much better idea. Help me make one!

Well... I don't really know how.

Then let's learn together! What can be better than brotherly bonding over arts and crafts?

Farts and afts?

OK, OK. Sorry. Just a little joke.

Not funny.

[bluebanana-art]

I made this Niffty copying the trasformation frame in the series and I changed the dress in the one of Marilyn Monroe!

[in-the-airducts]

The war is over, go home.

[whatwooshkai]

Nowhere To Go But Up Chapter Four: Creature

Nowhere To Go But Up - Chapter 4 - thatwooshkai - Transformers Generation One [Archive of Our Own]

Starscream and Skyfire encounter something... new.

[colourstreakgryffin]

oh no if an angel tried to decapitate Husk daughter who was hiding and Husk see's this and for a moment turned back into his overlord form temporarily and it made the chains Alastor have on him Crack a little. Imagine if Alastor noticed this too

Haha! That’s actually precious in the most tragic way possible! I actually already picture Husk pulling a Charlie and just changing form in that moment to commit Angel murder!

Husk- Daddy’s Little Girl

The Battle for Hell is getting more and more messy throughout every second. Charlie’s getting apprehended by Adam, Alastor had been beaten in ages ago, Vaggie is struggling a bit with Lute, the Hotel crew are already getting surrounded by so many exterminators.

Husk is among the group of the fighting Sinners and whilst he is expertly fending off Angels to protect himself and his new friends, his mind is littered with how you, his seven year old daughter, are doing. If you’re still okay

He had hid you away in the Hotel before the invasion hit, in the deepest parts where both himself and Charlie suspected the Angels wouldn’t be able to find but sadly… both were wrong. Maybe thirty minutes into the intense battle, Husk’s cat-like ears flicked up at the sound of a terrified child scream echoing through the Hotel’s surfaces, something he could hear clearly and he didn’t hesitate to jump down from the rooftop of the Hotel, since he knew that scream is yours

His mighty big red black and white casino-patterned detailed feathery wings spread open and help drop him down after leaping off the rooftop’s edges, climbing downwards, down the many many feet as fast as he can. His wings beating up and down rather hard, allowing him to pick up even more speed. Angel Dust calls out for Husk in shock for his sudden disappearance but nobody tries to actually stop him

Since they all know he’s going to rescue his daughter

Husk rushes into the Hotel, his many weapons prepared to attack. Furious, his ears still flicking with the sound of your fearful whimpering and crying for help, his feet beating with every single step. He needs to find you, you’re in danger! In no time, the ex-Overlord stops his sprint with a hard skid around the corner of the main Hotel’s entrance hallway, needing to make it to you in time

His golden yellow eyes widening in both intense fear and overwhelming unfiltered fury, at the sight before him… he almost can’t believe what he is seeing

“DADDY! HELP ME!”

You, roughly pressed into the corner and being held up by your neck by a single bloodthirsty Exterminator as you sob out with tears streaming and cry out for Husk as loud as you can, the silent angel gripping it’s angelic spear in it’s free hand whilst the other shoves you up against the wall. In that moment, Husk’s hollow powerless soul radiated a powerful magical force, a wave of strength that rushes through his systems and somehow…

That moment of anger and fear for his babygirl, triggered something thought to be completely impossible. His Overlord Magic, the souls’ powers he collected and the strength to attack an Angel full on has crashed onto him like a big tsunami wave, changing his causal black suspender-supported black pants outfit to his past snazzy business-centred suit and slick-black hairstyle, in a single spiral of orange glowing magic. His wings’ patterns had sharpened up, the red colouring glows a bright orange and his golden yellow eyes also grow a lot more sharper

The soul collar around his neck, the invisible magical green chain tying him to the deal cracked, like a big rock hitting a glass window… but it didn’t break

Even Alastor senses this incredible feat and it makes his bleeding wound throb out, gritting his fangs harder whilst hiding off in the darkness of his Voodoo magic. His tight ownership of Husk’s soul just gotten weaker, the bonds around the feline avian demon loosened up immensely for such a insignificant sinner doing a impossible task; temporarily transform back into his Overlord form

Husk didn’t even bother using the weapons, he used his returning power. Dropping those casino and gambling-centred items for battle to take advantage of being able to tap back into the strength he had lost via his deal with Alastor. The weird magical flow coursing through his bloodstream that made him feel on top of Hell and in that moment, he summons a large claw attack from the ground which smoothly slices off the Exterminator’s arms, the disembodied limbs dropping to the floor with a liquidy squish

Before the merciless angel can possibly behead you, as it was already attempting to do so. Having striked at you with its tall sharp spear. The Exterminator had been forced to drop you rather hard, stepping back whilst Husk openly charges this Exterminator and uses even more of his gained-back Overlord magic to case the Exterminator’s mask-covered and halo plus horn-decorated head with a semi-transparent explosive energy-dosed dice-shaped sphere

Shoving the Exterminator off to the right with a rather agile kick, the pure force behind this shove had caused the Angel to stumble back into the nearby wall with a very hard thump as Husk picks you up quickly, feeling your arms wrap around his neck and face sobbing into his suit-lathered chest, little body shivering, cat-like ears and tail drooped down helplessly

Husk‘s murderous rage-glazed golden yellow eyes glare hatefully at the Angel, who’s barely moving at this point, clutched one of his hands together and that magical sphere half-suffocating the Exterminator quickly blows up, effectively killing your attacker with just two magical strikes. You didn’t look at what your father did since you were so afraid of almost dying again and shuddering in his arms

Husk just glared with heavy angered huffing at the body of the Angel he just killed with his returned Overlord power, almost shaking in his boiling protective rage, all for his precious daughter. Nobody touches you on his watch

The ex-Overlord didn’t even get a chance to check up on you, forcing himself to look away from his handywork, to calm down your fearful and pained sobbing and wailing, since the Hotel begun to shake. He didn’t even bother running on foot, he had used a teleporting power in his current Overlord form and transports both himself and you out in a single blink and soft pop of silvery magic

As soon as you’re both out of the Hotel in that quick flash of teleportation magic, Husk spreads his wings again and takes you up off the ground to dodge the big yellow magical energy beam that slices up the Hotel in a single clean strike. It’s menacing, it’s intense but he isn’t going to focus on that until he has you off in a more safe location. Clearly, he messed up and his first decision didn’t work in protecting you

Husk ensures both you and himself are away from the Hotel enough, his mighty feathery wings flapping in the air with strong sharp gusts of wind slicing out every beat up and down, holding himself and you above the ground

He is usually a lazy man, not preferring to fly but right now. He must put you and your safety above everything so he’ll keep you a few feet away from the crumbling apart Hotel and a few feet off the floor as long as he has to, to make sure no other Angel can get their hands on you

He takes those few seconds of nothing and of the brief safety to check on you, rubbing fingers over your pinned-back fearful ears. Tilting your little chin up with your glowing teary eyes looking up at him as your lips quiver and letting out shaky breathes

You haven’t seen your father in his Overlord form in so long… it’s almost surreal that he is right now. The same suit, the same streaked pushed-back hair, the different patterns on his wings. However, he is still your beloved parent

“Are you okay, Princess? Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t come sooner. Did that bad Angel hurt you?”

[verosikastrikerstellaexcuser]

Something I truly don't get about the Alastor voodoo controversy is that it would have been an easy fix. People have been pointing out the issues with it since the pilot. So in the final, given that he is predominantly the radio guy and the voodoo seems to just be there to give him a creepy aesthetic and powers...

Use these. Use radio symbols for the aesthetic.

If you want him to have controlling or psychological powers, make him able to force people to hear static and voices. Make him able to distort how they hear others talking. He can already make static appear like! Make him also mess with peoples electronic devices. You could have also leaned into the cannibal deer aspects by focusing more on giving him the ability to transform into something monstrous if you need something more physical. Make masses of deer legs come out of him and focus more on the growing antlers. Make him able to materialize giant lifeless creepy deer heads.

I just don't get why they didn't change him upon seeing feedback from people who are actually a part of the religion. As far as I can tell, it was such an easy fucking fix? He already has the cannibal deer thing and the radio thing. His character has enough!

[dani-luminae]

A common argument I keep seeing in Descendants fandom discussion is "Beast is the only one who had a bad experience with magic, all the other princes/princesses were fine!"

To which I say, incorrect! Nearly every Disney Princess's story has bad magic in it!

Aurora was cursed by Maleficent for something she didn't even do. Sure, Descendants get everything else about her tale vastly wrong, but she was also cursed for something even more petty than what Beast was cursed for. She never knew the Three Good Fairies had magic - in fact the way the animated film ends, we never get to see her with them after she's woken up. We also got Descendants Maleficent bragging about "cursing entire kingdoms" as a teenager and I don't count D4 Rise of Retcons, so there's even more people that Maleficent has harmed.

And what about Snow White? She was poisoned. And unlike Aurora, magic didn't even play a part in saving her. She was just really lucky that the dude she met once at a well had a crush on her. How about the people that the Evil Queen ruled over? Did they fear her? Did she threaten them with magic?

Jasmine dealt with Jafar's treachery longer than Aladdin did, and then she was enslaved, forced to serve him (by magic that he gained from another magical being) and then trapped in an hourglass nearly suffocating in sand. Technically magic didn't save her, either - it was Aladdin's cleverness.

Ariel was tricked into Ursula's deal and boom, really bad experience with magic! Ursula nearly took over all the seas and Eric saved them both with the ship.

Merida (if she's even included in Descendants) made a really bad call with magic and was only provided with a riddle to solve to fix everything.

Belle's primary experience with magic is the curse that not only transformed Beast but the whole entire castle. There's no other force of magic to the rescue (no, fuck you 2017BATB,) it's all on her and Beast dies before the curse is broken.

In Tangled it's because of a magical power that Rapunzel is sought after by Gothel, kidnapped, and trapped for years.

I'm not clear on whether voodoo counts as "magic" or not so don't wanna try and make a decision on the events of Princess and the Frog being magical.

Cinderella and Mulan were the only ones who didn't have a grandly negative experience with magic (unless we count the Cinderella sequels, which I absolutely don't.) Magic is a damn unpredictable force with incredibly vast consequences in the wrong hands. I'm not getting into the whole right/wrong of it being discouraged in canon, but Beast's not the only one with trauma from magic and I'm sick of the others getting ignored.

[thepartyisdecember18]

Fool's Paradise [Colin x Penelope]

Summary: In recurring dreams, Colin is faced with a scorned Penelope, who believes that Colin annulled their marriage when he discovered Whistledown's true identity. But all is not what it appears.

Genre: Smut, unsuitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.5k.

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In recurring dreams Penelope came to him. Sometimes, a ghostly flicker of copper or a shred of satin left lingering in his hands before it fizzled out into transparency. Her laugh would echo in the near distance, disembodied, Colin’s footfalls in frenzied pursuit of it despite knowing it would only ever ebb out into silence. She haunted him, taunted him until the sound of his own exasperated mumblings roused him awake, drowning in tepid sweat. And though Penelope eluded him on almost every occasion, he vowed to find her.

This time was different. This time, Penelope appeared to him in her entirety, corporeal, hand outstretched as if she had been expecting him. A palpable sense of disappointment filled the space between them, as if the meeting had been priorly arranged and Colin had arrived almost a little too late.

“I have been waiting for you,” she revealed, flatly, a certain sadness painting her features. “I feared you had forgotten about me.”

A half-laugh breached his mouth at the thought of Penelope ever being exiled from his mind. He could not escape her, did not want to.

“I could never, Pen,” Colin ruled in earnest, his hand reaching to possess hers in the hopes of quelling her doubt. “You know that.”

Penelope’s jaw flexed for all but a moment, hastily replaced with a kindling smile that gradually flourished into one that he knew so well. Penelope stole a glance towards their hands, fingers interlaced, her face that of someone troubled, as though she wanted to bask in the moment a while longer but was simply not afforded the option.

“Time is not on our side, Colin,” Penelope noted, her joy dissipating as swiftly as it had arose. “Come, I want to show you something.”

Colin did not have the chance to react before the ground beneath ceased to exist, his body soaring weightlessly and somehow simultaneously fixed in place. Penelope seized his hand with bruising force as though she was afraid the two would be separated at any time. Pitch black saturated Colin's vision, dazed momentarily until the background transformed into perfect clarity, into something familiar.

A bizarre feeling gathered inside of him as he scoured the room and despite everything having materialised in its respective place, it felt alternate, askew.

“Do you remember the first time that you brought me here, Colin?” Penelope asked, softly, freeing his hand from her grip.

Colin’s brows were sewn together in contemplation, his breath hitching audibly as he regarded the teal silk that was bundled up on the edge of the chaise longue. The pin dropped in an instant. The state of the room replicated the exact way in which he had left it on the day of his first time with Penelope.

His gaze fell away from her in avoidance, trained on the mirror as he recounted that fateful day, recalled the way he had undressed Penelope so delicately in its reflection. The images remained unaltered in his brain and forced their way to the forefront more times than he cared to admit.

“Of course I remember,” Colin divulged, faintly, his chest tightening of its own accord as if Penelope’s internal pain was infiltrating his body, toying with him like a voodoo doll.

Penelope strolled around idly, her fingertips scaling the green fabric of the chaise longue with her mind cast backwards in remembrance. Every memory provoked another into existence, eager to take its place, the clarity unmatched, vivid.

“This house was supposed to be ours,” she mused, feigning a smile, though the melancholia poured out from behind the mask in torrents, unable to be concealed from Colin.

A cloak of unnerving quiet prevailed, a surge of sunlight seeping in through the window and painting Penelope’s silhouette in luminance. She drifted towards him like some kind of angelic entity, her face sparkling with a radiance he had never priorly seen, captivated all of a sudden.

“Why did you bring me here, Pen?” Colin pleaded, contritely, his expression that of someone perturbed, pained. “You have evaded me thus far and yet, you are here now. I see and hear glimpses of you and when I follow it, you run from me. Why, Pen?”

A sharp exhale burst from her lips in frustration. “Colin, you do not understand.”

“Then, make me!” Colin exploded, the resolution in his voice appearing to startle himself as he scrambled to recover his composure. “Why are we here? Please, tell me."

“Colin,” she smiled, cerulean orbs veiled with tears. “I do not wish to argue with you, nor fix the things that have been done.”

Her thumb lifted to scale the softness of his cheek, her touch ghosting, feather-like.

“I was a wallflower and you loved me, showed me things, inspired feelings that I could not even begin to imagine,” Penelope explained, her voice faltering with every word and yet staring at Colin as if he were the moon and stars. “I merely came here to remember how it was to feel such a love, to relive it just once as I am certain it will not find me again."

Colin opened his mouth to speak, but he was wiser, knew that words were futile, knew that Penelope was not searching for a solution but for closure. His heart pounded so violently that he was certain Penelope could hear it, convinced that it was the sound of it cracking into irrevocable fragments. In spite of the grief that held him captive, he pledged to surrender his pride and do what was noble, what was righteous, for Penelope.

A unification of instinct and familiarity saw Colin draw Penelope further into him, close enough to hear every breath that passed through her lips. His fingers tangled themselves into her fiery strands, the faint scent of her perfume wafting up to enrapture him. Colin promised himself that he would remember her like this, ethereal, like art, every inch of skin, every bone crafted by the gods. 

“I have missed you, Pen,” Colin professed, pangs of regret stabbing at him like sharpened knives that seemed to delve deeper, his abdomen forced into tension. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am.”

Penelope shook her head avidly in rebuttal and bundled together just enough courage to muster up a semblance of a smile in his direction. And then, she fled from him in haste, any looming words that he had readied instantly ripped from him once he realised what Penelope had prepared for him. 

Penelope halted before the mirror, her eyes flickering briefly across her dress-clad frame, fingers cascading along the floral embellishments at a painstaking pace. Her tongue slid across her lips, coating them with reflective sheen as she regarded Colin’s footsteps stalking behind her, his tall frame lurking like a shadow. 

“Pen, what are you...”

Every article of clothing vanished from Penelope’s body in an instant, a mere pool of material left tousling at her feet as Colin frowned in confusion. Questions swarmed in his mind, positively befuddled by the mystery and yet too enamoured by the subsequent sight before him to utter a word. His gaze tore itself into her nakedness, so fervently that it felt as though his irises shone in scarlet, searing and aflame.

“Just once, Colin,” Penelope reminded, the nod of her head signifying that the warning was not solely for Colin, but for herself, each glance exchanged between them only withering her self-control into nothingness.

A pensive aura clouded him, observing intently as Penelope settled herself onto the chaise longue, red tresses splaying over its arm. She was a vision, she always had been. 

Colin promptly discarded his clothing, maddened by the tension that hung thickly in the air, his mind focused solely on having Penelope gasping below him. He lowered himself carefully, his addiction to her instantly reactivating as their bodies met, melding together as one. Penelope’s fingers were quick to take ahold of his face, stroking delicately as she admired him up close, his mouth parting as he relaxed into her touch. 

“Kiss me, Colin,” Penelope urged, her lips merely a hair’s breadth from his, impatience rising with each passing second. 

Colin abided with zeal, his lips capturing Penelope’s in a gentle embrace. He vowed to be mindful, to be soft, but the desire that plagued him seemed to spiral out of his control. The momentum built rapidly, his hand clutching at Penelope’s jaw to pull her in closer, deeper, snaking downwards to grope at her breasts. 

“Colin, please.”

The taste of her lingered in his mouth, his appetite for her boundless, overwhelming. He felt every beautiful curvature of her body firmly against him, every sudden jolt of her hips, every erratic flexion of her muscles, dizzied by every enchanting sound that she made.

“I’ve missed this,” Colin revealed, breathlessly, his mouth only dragging itself from Penelope’s in search of something else to feast on, to worship. 

Self-control slid from his grasp, his lips securing around her nipple and sucking like somebody starved, demented almost. The rosy peaks grew hard below his exertions as Penelope writhed below him, the blissfulness superseded by an agonising ache that persisted between her legs. Penelope groaned aloud, each thrashing manoeuvre thwarted by the weight of Colin’s mouth pressed against her, pinned helplessly in place. 

“Please, do not make me wait, Colin,” Penelope blurted, mindlessly, her nails sinking into Colin’s nape in dissatisfaction. “I cannot bear it any longer.”

Colin retreated from her, admiring her in her state of nudity, of tortured despair, thighs dragged inward as a means of temporary relief. He throbbed painfully as he gawked at her, his strong hands forcing her legs into separation to catch sight of the wetness that had gathered. Thoughts evaporated from his mind, enchanted by the view as Penelope hid herself in embarrassment. 

“Do not hide from me, Pen,” Colin whispered, regarding her with complete adoration. “You are so beautiful like this.”

“Colin.”

Penelope’s dazzling blue eyes darkened to a colour unfathomable, the sternness in her voice calling Colin against her once more, only this time the proximity was suffocating, delightful. A half-smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, devilish as he leaned in and speared her, a guttural moan fleeing from him.

Softened breaths sprung from Penelope, methodically punctuated by a drawling moan each time Colin drove his hips into her with reckless abandon. Her orbs pierced him with lust, with repressed infatuation, as if she was disallowing herself the instance to be truly unbridled, to tell Colin everything she had wanted to say.

“Oh, Pen,” Colin grunted out, shamelessly, loudly as he drowned in the sight of her, consumed by the pleasure that had begun to take ahold of him.

Colin felt himself hurtling into oblivion, the pressure building within him until it could not be contained, though he was determined not to relinquish, not yet. His natural instinct to go forth screamed out in protest as he halted his movement, Penelope merely staring at him in confusion. 

“Why did you-,”

A finger pressed itself to Penelope’s full lips, occluding the question, a low hushing sound from his mouth forcing her into stunned silence.

“Trust me, Pen.”

Colin’s hand meandered expertly between their bodies, lower and lower until he landed between Penelope’s legs, his length still buried in the depths of her. His thumb circulated softly against her clit, marvelling at the way her eyes grew wide in excitement. Penelope’s nails dug callously into his back and etched aimless streaks, the scorching pain darting along his spine but failing to deter him. Whines of contentment freed themselves into the air, each one brimming with more desperation than the last as she threw her head against the arm of the chaise longue.

“Do not stop, Colin,” Penelope gasped, a few stray tresses bonded to the perspiration that spotted upon her brow. “Please, do not stop.”

Without a hesitation, Colin anchored himself in position, invigorated with newfound energy. He thrust with ardor, with devotion, Penelope clinging onto him with every modicum of strength that she possessed. The chaise longue rocked forcefully below them, no heed paid to it as Colin jostled his forehead against Penelope’s and felt his vision fade into static, engulfed in white hot.  

Breathless pants flooded the silence, Colin’s nose nestled into the crook of Penelope’s neck as he battled to catch his breath. He expected Penelope’s fingers to caress him, to pull him closer, to fiddle mindlessly with his hair but she did not. When he drew back to regard her, she was vacant, her hands reaching not for him but for the teal silk to conceal her nudity. 

“I must go, Colin,” Penelope informed, shortly as she fixed the silk around herself, unable to find the strength to meet his gaze. 

Colin was frantic in his efforts to thwart her, though when he tried to take possession of her wrist, she flinched in avoidance, merely widening the distance between them. 

“Stay with me, Pen,” Colin pleaded, his voice subdued, as if he knew his attempts at convincing her would only lead to rejection. 

“You left me, Colin,” Penelope stated, soberly, any essence of lingering happiness disintegrating until it reanimated in the form of flaring anger. “It is time for me to leave you.”

“No!”

And just as Penelope had emerged from nonexistence when she had first appeared to him, she vanished, abandoning him in an instant. Cold air engulfed the room, fraught with ambivalence, the walls seeming to creep closer to imprison him. He clutched at his chest, noting its emptiness, resigning himself to the idea that Penelope had hollowed out his heart and taken it with her. 

A sharp jab of consciousness knocked him to his knees, the forces unyielding and extracting colour from his vision. He felt himself slipping to someplace else, wondering if Penelope had changed her mind and would be awaiting him there. 

Suddenly, a gasp dragged him from slumber, his heart pumping with ferocity. A hand immediately fused itself to his chest, its soothing touch calming him in an instant. 

“Are you alright?” A voice called out, the bedsheets shifting as a familiar warmth settled beside him.

“Well, I am…” Colin hesitated, “aside from the fact that dream you is intent on traumatising me.”

Penelope chortled, unabashed in her amusement of the situation as she delicately peeled Colin’s sweaty pyjama shirt from his body.

“I assume she is still bitter about the annulment,” Penelope commented, playfully, unable to stifle her laughter. "I cannot blame her." 

Colin shook his head in faux disapproval, lips jutting out sadly for a moment before reaching to pull Penelope flush against him. His wife beamed, a fleeting kiss placed to his lips before she wriggled out of his grasp, regarding him with suspicion. 

“I want you to be honest with me, Colin,” Penelope sighed, feigning seriousness. “Did you allow her to seduce you?"

Penelope caressed the bulge that lay below her roaming hands, Colin merely groaning out in embarrassment. 

“Pen, she was very convincing!” He exclaimed, his hands held up in surrender, a coy expression flooding his features. 

“You are a simple man, Colin Bridgerton,” Penelope chuckled, a kiss pressed to his temple “A good man,” she corrected, “but simple.”

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While this fic significantly depleted my will to live, I hope it finds the people that it is intended for. Feel free to rb, comment and like at your own leisure. Have a lovely day and thank you for reading despite the major plot holes I have noticed post-writing ♡.

[ryanclaremont]

power of love.

Ryan's been letting New Orleans settle into her bones. It's so powerful here that sometimes she has to steady herself and regroup. It's not a bad feeling but it's different, strong and she was so used to Boston but this is different. She's careful, of course, just like with anything sometimes people don't have the best intentions and that includes other witches.

So far? It's been going okay, no real sense of threats even though she rolls with two vampires, one of them being her boyfriend. But she keeps an eye out, just in case and because she knows August is ready to bear his teeth at any given minute. Part of Ryan wishes she could share all about them with the people she once cared about, that despite everything they are, he's so good to her and she can't believe they're together again.

Ryan hopes she doesn't lose him.

Speaking of which, she's been browsing the more peculiar section of a voodoo shops looking for something to help her with this hybrid transformation that been in her mind since the 80s. She put it on hold, had to, but now? This could open a new door for her. Either Ryan dies a witch or she becomes a full vampire. Why can't she be both?

She finds a few books a witch in LA had told her about that might help and she purchases them. Walking out of the shop, sh heads down the street to grab some coffees to take home.

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

Ahem ahem

After months of waiting!

I AM PRESENTING THE BRACKET FOR DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN!

CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY!

The first 16 battles will happen at 8pm CET (gmt+1)!

Group 1!

Uhh btw some of these were put on one day accidentally

Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy aka Zolu (one piece) vs Good times with Scar & Grian aka desert duo (hermitcraft)

Bill Preston & Ted Logan (bill & Ted’s excellent adventure) vs Jessie & James from team rocket (Pokémon)

Wayne & Raj (total drama) vs Denji & Power (chainsaw man)

Burton & Shawn (psych) vs Rosencrantz & guildenstern (hamlet & rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)

Josuke Higashikata & Okuyasu Nijimura aka Josuyasu (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Shouyo Hinata & Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu!)

Isaac & Miria (Baccano) vs Jay Walker & Cole Brookstone/bucket aka Bruise (lego ninjago)

Ace & Deuce (twisted wonderland) vs Aang & Sokka (avatar: the last airbender)

Tommyinnit & Tubbo aka Clingyduo (dsmp) vs Shiver, Frye, & Bigman aka Deep Cut (splatoon)

Blue Beetle (Ted Kord) & Booster Gold (Michael Carter) aka boostle VS Mustard Lesbian and Ketchup Gay from this post

Mordecai & Rigby (regular show) vs Lindsay & Tyler (total drama)

Rui Kamishiro & Tsukasa Tenma aka Ruikasa (project sekai) vs Zuke & Mayday aka Bunk Bed Junction (no straight roads)

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston (how to train your dragon) vs Jedediah & Octavius (night at the museum)

Merry & Pippin (lord of the rings) vs The Doctor & Donna (dr who)

Jedward (irish music history) vs Min-Gi Park & Ryan Akagi (infinity train)

Grif & Simmons (red vs blue) vs Beavis & Butthead (Beavis & butthead)

Bender & Fry (futurama) vs Porsche & Pete (kinnporsche)

GROUP 2

1/8-18:30 & 2/8 18:30

Kaz & Oliver (mighty med) vs Bobbi Morse & Lance Hunter aka Huntingbird (agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

Henchman 21 & Henchman 24 (venture bros) vs Spongebob & Patrick (Spongebob Squarepants)

Galo Thymos & Lio Fotia (promare) vs Yusuke & Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Charlie Kelly & Mac (it is always sunny in Philadelphia) vs Donald, José & Panchito (the three Caballeros)

The Bros (the bro duet) vs Chai & 808 (hi-fi rush)

Markiplier & CrankGameplays aka Unus Annus vs Knockout & Starscream (transformers)

Caspar & Shez (fire emblem warriors: three hopes) vs Yukiko Amagi & Chie Satonaka aka Yukichie (persona 4)

Tk Strand & Evan Buck Buckley (911 on fox lonestar) vs Shane & Ryan (buzzfeed unsolved)

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[hrefna-the-raven]

A gift

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray x female reader

Warnings: cursing, smut (18+)

Summary: Chucky couldn't exactly recall how you stumbled into his life and by now, all that mattered was that you were here. And when you presented him with the most marvelous gift, all changed...

Notes: this does not exactly follow the canon rules

Requested by the wonderful @stygianoir :) I hope you like it :)

Reader: female reader

Chucky couldn't exactly recall how you stumbled into his life and by now, all that mattered was that you were here. You had been his newest victim's neighbour, living right next door for two years before he found out that you were a powerful voodoo priestess. And this was the problem with you, you didn't care that he was a killer's soul trapped in a Good Guy's doll. Instead, you saw beyond the layers of cruelty and chaos, recognising the flicker of humanity that remained within him. It was this glimpse of that strange compassion that captivated him and made him yearn for more.

As the moon cast eerie shadows upon your living room, during one of your usual late-night conversations, things took an unexpected turn. Emotions ran high, the air around him crackled with green sparkles, and before Chucky knew it, he found himself transformed back into his human form. His hands frantically touched his face, fingers running through his raven hair before marveling at the sensation of flesh and having normal-sized hands once again. Ripples of laughter erupted from him as he couldn't believe what just happened and the moment his eyes locked with yours, he lunged forward, pinning you down beneath him on the couch.

"You made me all myself again", he whispered, his gaze darting between your eyes and lips, "how could I ever repay you?"

"Don't be too quick to thank me", you almost chuckled, "you'll only have a limited time in this form."

"I'll take whatever fucking time I can in my own body."

He leaned down and his lips barely brushing against yours before his tongue slipped past, deepening the kiss. You moaned into him, bucking your hips against his, desperate for friction.

"Eager, aren't you?", Charles chuckled, settling himself between your legs.

He trailed kisses along the delicate flesh of your inner thigh and his fingers slid your panties to the side, his lips pressing against your wet folds for a tender kiss. You whimpered, unable to tame your growing desire as you felt his tongue finally drag through your wetness. He groaned as soon as your taste coated his tongue. It was divine, Heaven's grace all sprawled out just for him. Two fingers pushed your folds apart and he placed gentle kisses along before eagerly sucking on your clit. He devoured you like a man starved, each lick a testament to his gratitude and love for you. Despite the harsh words usually falling from his mouth, it's surprisingly soft and gentle now, chasing you fast towards the brink of pleasure. He growled against you, his fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing inside. The thrusts are hard and fast while his relentless licks against your clit fuelled that fire within you. The pressure in your core became too much and the orgasm washed over your body as you sobbed, your cunt delightfully clenching around his fingers. Like a whispered curse in the depths of your enticing darkness, his name escaped your lips. Charles chuckled, he wiped his fingers and mouth clean and planted a loving kiss on your lips as he settled beside you. His bright blue eyes stared right into yours, brimming with a mixture of fear and a longing that defied all logical explanation in regards to this usually so bloodthirsty cold man. As the silence hung thick in the air, you reached out and brushed your lips against his and in that fleeting moment Charles realised that his lines had blurred. The notion of being a soulless killer seemed so distant as the warmth of your touch on his now human skin melted away the wickedness that had consumed him for so long. He was fully aware that it would all come back once he turned back into that cursed doll but he also knew that you wouldn't give a fuck and continue to be the same as you always were. Which is exactly why he came to love you even though he'd never admit it....

[pobblebonked]

I think having a variety of ways to implement a tf is just very cool

Choker that turns you into a cat plush, drink that makes you a slime, lotion that makes you a pool toy (even cooler if the tf only occurs where the lotion was used)

Not to mention things like ring tf's, button tf's, ooze that covers the body on its own then leaves once the tf is complete, voodoo doll tf's where your body mirrors the doll,

Idk it's just cool to have so many potential options for transformations and then have different ways that it could/would happen

yeah the amount of variety is good!

Also, Anon I'm going feral over the pooltoy lotion idea

[fafnir19]

Doll-boy

The Okavango Delta shimmered under the scorching African sun, as Eva and her gay friend, Leander, embarked on their expedition through the untamed wilderness. With Leander's striking blue eyes and tousled blond locks, and Eva's fiery determination, they made an enchanting pair.

Despite their captivating allure, Leander's ongoing quest for a boyfriend left him feeling despondent. "I wish a man would finally be interested in me," Leander sighed. "You just have to make a little more effort, you're actually a pretty handsome guy!" Eva encouraged with a playful grin. However, Leander seemed more inclined to wallow in his misery than take the initiative in finding a partner. In a remote village along the Okavango, Eva and Leander brightened the children's day by distributing toys, sharing joy wherever they ventured.

It was during this charitable act that Eva encountered the village witch. Sharing her concern for Leander's lack of confidence, Eva confided in the enigmatic woman. Offering a wry smile, the witch suggested a voodoo doll to imbue Leander with a touch of mischief. "With the right ingredients, I can craft a doll to bring out the best in him," she mused, tapping her lips with a long, gnarled finger. Fueled by a mischievous glint in her eyes, Eva eagerly agreed. "This could be just the thing to boost Leander's confidence!" With a lock of Leander's hair and a Ken Doll initially meant for the village's children, the witch crafted a doll with mischievous intent.

Back home, Eva surreptitiously placed the doll in a toy gym, hoping to facilitate Leander's transformation unwittingly. Little did he know, the voodoo doll had begun working its magic on him. Leander found himself irresistibly drawn to the gym, with each visit refining his physique until he mirrored the Ken doll.

"Hey, Eva, have you noticed anything different about me lately?" Leander inquired, a furrow creasing his brow as he peered at his reflection in the mirror. "Hmm, now that you mention it, your physique does seem more defined," Eva observed, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. As time passed, Leander's grooming habits evolved, due to regular trips of the voodoo doll to the toy beauty salon. It ignited Leander's penchant for regular waxing and visits to the barber and it further transforms his appearance. "I've never felt more confident and fresh," Leander remarked, running a hand through his flawlessly styled hair. Unbeknownst to Leander, Eva continued to make subtle alterations to the doll, each change manifesting in ways he couldn't comprehend. Mirroring the doll's evolving style, he transitioned from casual attire to sophisticated tailored suits, emanating an aura of refined elegance. Eva watched from a distance with quiet amusement.

However, deep down Leander was affected by these changes. “It's like I'm becoming someone I'm not,” Leander confessed to Eva one evening with a hint of uncertainty. “I don't know if it's really me or the influence of some strange force that I can't grasp.” As the elegant tailored suits replaced his casual clothes, Leander's inner turmoil became palpable. "I feel like I'm losing touch with myself," he admitted, eyes clouded with uncertainty as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lapels of his new suit. “I don’t recognize the person looking at me.” Eva listened intently, her heart filled with concern for her friend's inner struggle. She knew that while the external transformation was remarkable, the emotional toll it took on Leander was a high price. She tried to reassure him: “Inside you are still the same person, no matter how your appearance changes. I will always be there for you no matter what.” Despite Eva's comforting words, Leander's unease remained, gnawing at his core as he dealt with the whirlwind of changes that was rapidly transforming his life.

As he adjusted to his newfound size, Leander felt a growing disconnect between the person he was becoming and the person he had always been, a tug of war between embracing the appeal of sophistication and being true to himself. And In the midst of this inner conflict, his heart tugged at him and resonated with the quiet longing for authenticity amidst the glamour.

As an additional touch, Eva adorned the doll in silk underwear, a devious addition that seemed to excite Leander with each wear. "I can't explain it, but I feel so seductive and confident in these silk boxers - and so overwhelmingly horny," Leander confessed, grappling with the growing desires he felt. He tried to avoid donning the silk boxers but he couldn't resist the power that forced him to wear it. Initially his constant horniness was a torture, but gradually it became a part of his newfound persona, exuding charm, elegance and an aura of desire at every turn.

Eva discovered that she had unintentionally fallen in love with the Leander she had crafted, captivated by the unintended allure she had imbued him with. Despite her growing feelings, she couldn't deny the sinister nature of her actions.

As time passed, Leander's enchantment grew, his newfound charm and sophistication captivating those around him. Meanwhile, Eva found herself drawn to the very persona she had unwittingly created. Unable to resist any longer, she longed for a single date with gay Leander, even though she knew her actions were deceitful. Taking some of her own hair and affixing it onto a Barbie doll, Eva placed it along with the voodoo doll at a table with candles in her dollhouse. Shortly after, Leander extended an invitation for a date. The evening arrived, and Leander took Eva to a charming bistro. The ambience was warm and inviting, with soft candlelight casting a flattering glow over the couple.

As they delved into conversation, a wave of warmth washed over Eva, her conflicted feelings stirring beneath the surface. Their witty banter and shared laughter filled the air, punctuated by affectionate glances and lingering touches. In that moment, Eva realized the depth of her feelings for Leander, knowing that toying with his love and orientation was wrong. As they parted ways, the energy between them hung in the air, charged with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. Over the next few weeks, Eva found it difficult to see Leander in the city's gay clubs because she was so in love with him.

One day, John, Eva's brother, paid her a visit, accompanied by his daughter, Emily. As Eva engaged in conversation with John, Emily roamed freely around the apartment, her curious gaze settling on the voodoo doll and the Barbie doll adorned with Eva's hair. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Emily couldn't resist incorporating the dolls into her games, unaware of the repercussions her actions would invoke. First, she dressed the voodoo doll in soccer attire, believing it to be a suitable choice for a boy, before steering it towards tender moments with the Barbie, mirroring the affectionate interactions she had observed between her parents. She then playfully maneuvered the voodoo doll in a toy convertible, setting off a sequence of unforeseen events.

One fateful day, Leander found himself engaging in a conversation about soccer, a subject he had previously detested. Surprisingly, he agreed to join in a game of soccer with some acquaintances, igniting an unanticipated passion for the sport. Perplexed by his newfound enjoyment, he pondered why he had dismissed the activity in the past.

As the day unfolded, Leander visited Eva to unwind. They settled onto her couch, drawn together by the familiarity of their routine. In a fleeting moment of unspoken tension, their eyes met, igniting a dormant passion that surged between them. The magnetic attraction led to an intimate and electrifying kiss, an unexplored territory that set off an unexpected chain of events. "I've never felt like this before," Leander confessed, his voice tinged with a newfound desire, their shared encounter eliciting a cascade of uninhibited passion. The room echoed with ecstatic pleas and fervent moans as Leander climaxed.

In that unforgettable moment, the bond between Leander and the voodoo doll fractured, captivating in fiery tendrils of iridescent sparkles. The once-gay Leander was now straight as an arrow, a transformation kindled by the unseen influence of the voodoo doll and Emily's innocent actions.

Embracing his newfound heterosexuality, Leander delved into a world of allure and grandiosity, captivating all those around him. His once unwavering attraction to men had transformed into a powerful desire for the company of women, leaving him awestruck and curious. "I never thought I'd feel this way about women," Leander admitted to a confidante, his voice filled with a combination of wonder and yearning. "It's like a whole new world has opened up to me, and I'm the prince in this world!" His presence exuded an air of snobbish sophistication and he became the epitome of shallow vanity.

Eva found herself hopelessly infatuated with the man she had shaped, yet realized that she had become an outsider in his newfound world. Leander's gaze no longer held warmth or closeness when it met Eva's, his once-kindhearted nature eclipsed by a veneer of aloofness and disdain. "Hmm, I think it's time for a change in my social circle, Eva is just too common and boring," Leander remarked, his voice laced with an air of superiority that pierced Eva's heart. With a heavy heart, she acknowledged that she was no longer part of Leander's stratosphere. With her heart in tatters, she made the painful decision to step away. Meanwhile, Leander found himself irresistibly drawn to the enigmatic women he encountered, his newfound ardor for their company marking a profound shift in his perspective. As he immerse himself in his new life, he realized that he had become the object of affection and envy, basking in the adulation and allure he had longed for.

This story was inspired by an idea of @objectifiedhimbo

[jhondoe789]

One Bad Day

This is my first ever post on tumblr and I’m not sure if anyone will ever see it or if it’s worth reading but I had this thought and I wanted to share it with others. If anyone does read it I’d love to hear your thoughts.

In the famous comic/movie “The Killing Joke” the Joker says that it only takes one bad day to drive a person insane. As a fan of the Lackadaisy I had the realization that this can applied to all of the current and former main Lackadaisy characters (Mitzi, Mordecai, Victor, Zib, and Rocky). This collective “one bad day” was the day Atlas was murdered. This might not sound like it makes sense or could be applied to everyone but the day Atlas died started a chain of events that permanently changed all those affected by it. To best break it down I’ll go over how this “one bad day” affected each character.

MITZI

As the grieving widow Mitzi let her grief drive her to make increasingly morally questionable decisions that led to her losing Wick and Zib. Her pain led to her manipulating those around her, Wick for money, which would be discovered and ultimately lead to a break up with a woman he clearly had feelings for, and getting Rocky into getting alcohol despite the danger this puts him in. She becomes so obsessed with saving the Lackadaisy that the ounce beautiful Georgia rose was reduced to a prickly bush. When Zib offered her a way out her pain her trauma prevented her from doing so, all stemming from that one bad day.

MORDECAI

a man defined by order and precision, Mordecais meticulously constructed world fell to pieces thanks to one bad day. Atlas raised him and when he was taken away the structures that protected him collapsed. Despite his cold exterior he does hold compassion for those he cares about like Victor and Atlas. He abandoned and crippled Victor, his one and only friend after he refused to retire. Mordecai infiltrated the Marigold to find Atlas’s killer, making reckless choices, like crippling his best friend, getting sucked into a voodoo cult, kidnapping a man for information under the Savoy’s noses, and robbing the Lackadaisy, choices defined by pain, fear and desperation.

VICTOR

he never cared much for Atlas but his death made him lose his one freind who crippled him and now is forced to watch the Lackadaisy a place he helped build, rot. All while being reduced to a bartender and being further damaged by a shotgun blast to the chest, one can compare it to being trapped in purgatory all thanks to one bad day.

ZIB

Zib hated Atlas, not because of what he was but for what he did to Mitzi. Mitzi married a villain and after Atlas’s death became one. He held on to the hope that she would leave, that they could go on the road again. In the end, Zib would give up on her leaving her to pick up her pearls. After years in the Lackadaisy, Zib had been hollowed out, reduced to a drunken, tobacco stained shell of his former self, but watching Mitzi turn into the ruthless criminal she married broke him, a chain of unfortunate events stemming from one bad day.

ROCKY

Rocky is arguably the most tragic of all the characters in Lackadaisy, losing his parents at a young age, dominated by some form of mental illness that leaves him despised by most, kicked out of his Aunts house for an incident he may or may not have been responsible for, finding solid ground with the Lackadaisy only to see it all fall apart. Seeing everything burning around him he gave into his worst impulses in order to make himself useful to the Lackadaisy. His love (plutonic love) for Mitzi and his desire to be a part of the band led him to become increasingly erratic and reckless, he enlisted his cousin and Ivy into the fight, leading to Calvin becoming a killer and Ivy becoming more afraid and confused. Rocky may always have been crazy but the innocent antics of his youth were transformed into something darker and more destructive. One bad day brought the worst side of Rocky out just like the others.

CONCLUSION

“One bad day”, the Joker lost his family and was deformed by chemicals, his already poor life experiences provided a foundation for his madness. Like Joker the characters directly affected by Atlas’s death provided the final push that sent them into a spiral of despair, chaos, sadness and even madness. While none of these characters were exactly “ordinary” or good people in general, they had stable lives but when that was stripped away they were left broken and vulnerable leading them on their respective paths to damnation. Of course this is just my interpretation of these characters and I wouldn’t consider this little essay to be anything taken seriously.

thank you for anyone who took the time out of their day to read this and if you have any comments I’d love to hear them!

[tempelbeast]

I wanted to make them look a bit more connected to their occupation and to look more like overlords. I also add a bit of eldritch touches.

I like the idea of the siners appearance has something to do with how they died like some fucked up joke. Alastor being a killer cannibal, who's been killed because he was mistaken for a reindeer (the whole predator becomes prey animal) and Vox being a TV host who was killed by a TV falling on his head.

I also like that Vox tries to look like Alastor in some ways like he wants to replace him.

I also removed Alastors voodoo stick because tried to find if voodoo has some evil spirit's or a evil god like being, you know a do not interact with this entity or you'll regret it type, but came out with nothing. So I decided to make his powers come from a different source. Maybe like Satan or that Root of all evil thing I heard about.

With Vox I wanted to make him look like he is from his time period but also he has no problem updating and upgrading his appearance. For example those bulky shoes can fly, levitate and walk on walls or his cuffs which can tell you the time, shoot lasers, transform into spiked fists and can take calls.

[katiekatdragon27]

Continuation of this concept lol

I love evil women and the kids the public sents out to stop her (they're both inexperienced and probably going to die)

Progress and some lore below cut:

OKAY SO SOME VERY NOTICABLE CHANGES ARE HERE. Mostly their designs and names. Yes, these two are Goth Teensy and Bad Rayman. Yes, their names are changed and yes, I modified their designs a lot. Goth is like 18 and Shadi mentally 18, physically 12, but like 28 years in actuality.

SO!! These two are the heroes the Glade is depending on. Reluctantly, but whatever, it's better than nothing.

Goth Teensy's lore is pretty much the same as Fate of the Moons tbh (he was actually called "Plum" before meeting Rayman in that). Being dropped off at the Livid Dead, being adopted by Jano and Voodoo Mama, being coached by Romeo, befriending Shadi etc. However, that canon and this canon diverge here.

Plum was never sent to the Glade to be purified of his nightmare-ness and then recruited into Rayman's band of heroes. Instead, he remained in the Livid Dead and was actually studying to be a doctor (akin to Romeo). However, when all the shit hit the fan via Wizard's violent murder campaign, he was asked by Voodoo Mama specifically to aid in defeating Wizard. However, to try and reverse Plum's power nerfing from his initial transformation, they had to purify him. VM did her best to reverse it, but since the original caster botched the nightmare spell so bad, he was only partly healed. This is very prevalent when he uses his magic, since it is nightmare magic. It turns him back to his purple state before relaxing and changing into his calico-spotted state. He is never fully blue.

As for his personality, he is very much nervous and more studious than his normal self. He loves everything to do with lums and how they work, especially blue lums. He's also much more passive and avoidant of conflict. He's also usually the voice or reason between him and Shadi.

Shadi (who is Bad Rayman) is also in a similar situation. Her lore stays consistent with Fate of the Moons, with her being left for dead in the Livid Dead, befriending Goth and to extent his whole found family, learning to be independent etc. but her divergence is a little more personal for her.

When it comes to the attention of the Nymphs that Wizard is not above killing people for lums, they search the Glade for a viable Rayman replacement, but to no avail. The closest they got was Raymesis, but he refused so he couldn't be used.

With no faces in the Glade, they decide to go under and consult VM about any thingamajigs she knows of. She reluctantly brings up Shadi (mind you she views both her and Plum like her kids and doesn't want them put in danger) but refuses to let her fight until Shadi shows genuine interest in avenging Jano. After being known as "Bad Rayman" then a nobody for 12 years, she views this as a chance to show that she's just as good as the guy she's based on and can haul just as much if not more. Shadi then convinces Plum to join her endeavor, and after his "purification", they set off to kick ass.

They're so whimsical and joyous it would be a shame if something terrible happened to them in the future. I'm sure it'll be fiiiiine, nothing to worry about :)

Have a lovely day homies!