TreeSwim

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R.A.Young 2022

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They look like crudely made voodoo dolls

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Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Theory: Grim is Baron Samedi

This theory was originally posted on Reddit in 2019 by a now deleted user, and I only read it a few months ago but I've been obsessed with it ever since.

Essentially, it goes something like this: in the show, Grim has a Jamaican accent. Something that was improved by his voice actor and became a staple of the show. But the deleted user proposed this is just one sign of several that point to Grim being a Caribbean death spirit, maybe even Baron Samedi himself. See his points, and some of my own, under the cut:

The keypoints are:

Grim is mischievous and can be quite the trickster, depending on the episode.

Grim has a Caribbean accent.

Grim loves sweets and other simple comforts that mortals enjoy.

Grim would naturally identify himself as "The Grim Reaper" because that's what two American children would understand, and likely the name "Samedi" wouldn't register with them.

Note that these are his points, not mine. I have a very limited understanding of Vodou, Voodoo, Hoodoo, Juju or you. People who actually know the culture may be able to reinforce these points or debunk them.

Some additional points I would add myself:

Baron Samedi is something of a "Grim Reaper" himself, said to guide souls to the underworld when they die.

Samedi is associated with magic. Grim's magical abilities and trinkets are regularly used in the show.

Samedi is characterized as rude, boisterous and crude. Traits that Grim shows in certain episodes.

Samedi is said to bargain in exchange for his services. Grim's first episode is all about bargaining with Billy and Mandy for the life of Billy's hamster.

Samedi is said to be into mortal women. Grim has had a few flings throughout the show.

This is the clicker for me: the first time Grim meets the pair, he challenges to a game of limbo:

This is a pun. But Limbo comes from the Jamacian word Limba, which means "to bend." Limbo competitions happen prominently in the Caribbean islands. Note also that the limbo board is up of two totem poles with very Tiki-like skulls.

Again, I could have gotten a ton of things wrong, and if I did I hope someone will correct me. But the way it looks now, this theory seems pretty solid. I think you could make a good argument that Grim is meant to be, at least partially, based on Samedi.

Book Review: Modern Witch: Spells, Recipes & Workings

TW: Appropriation, mentions of sexually transmitted diseases.

This is: Modern Witch: Spells, Recipes & Workings by Devin Hunter

Rating: 4/10 for the first 100 pages then 1/10 for the rest.

Pros: The author covers a ton of correspondences, from spirits, to protection, and anything else in-between. He focuses a lot on vibrations, but insists on cleansing and protection which is very good! The author also uses a lot of more folk-based workings, which would help new witches understand that you don't need a giant fancy ritual and a jar to do a spell!

The author also includes options for LGBTQ+ individuals with the workings that would normally require a male and female attribute or focus in more gender balanced/Wiccanized practices. It has three and a half pages of a bibliography, which is fine for a 200 page book.

Cons: Unfortunately that's about all the 'good' this book has. The author uses a lot of items which are very not minor friendly. He also advocates for the use of white sage, sweetgrass, smudging, honey jars, proper voodoo dolls without initiation, working with closed deities, love spells, and...quite frankly the worst part?

The author very specifically mentions something in the protection section that...boils me up. He says that Java Citronella, the plant commonly used for avoiding mosquitos...when used on a person specifically a member of the LGBTQ+ community...it'll protect them from...very particular STDs. The type that has haunted the LGBTQ community as an epidemic called AIDS. A plant will keep you from getting this beyond horrific disease. It's absolutely irresponsible to make a claim like that, and insulting to those that have suffered with AIDS, not to mention that the LGBTQ+ community isn't the only humans capable of getting these, to make it seem otherwise is crude, rude, and derogatory if you ask me. I did not finish this book after reading that.

Overview: In my personal opinion please avoid this book, save your time, energy, and money. I found a couple of spells I liked, but nothing in this book is worth dealing with someone who thinks this way, regardless of his personal orientation. And he writes Fortnite books. Just saying if you want extra ooh no tacked onto your witchcraft author listing. Witch...and Fornite official author. At least use different pennames for different genres or something.

Gwyllion Hedge-Mage (Eventide No. 89, Illus. Todd Lockwood)

Gwyllions are another type of creature that suddenly appears on Shadowmoor. Are they Kithkin? No. Elves? Nope. Goblins? No. They're hags. No idea where they came from ... they're just here now.

There are two varieties of hags on Shadowmoor: The Gwyllion, who are aligned with white and black mana (Gwyllion Hedge-Mage, Harvest Gwyllion, Nip Gwyllion, also shown on Disturbing Plot), and the more monstrous, green-and-black-aligned versions that are just called hags, no further specification (Stalker Hag, Hag Hedge-Mage, Desecrator Hag).

Gwyllion and Hags (like many Shadowmoor creatures) originally come from British folklore, where they are female fairies "of frightful aspect." Gwyllion is apparently the plural form of the word (the singular being Gwyll), but in Magic, it's also used to refer to individual specimens.

Shadowmoor Gwyllion, while definitely not friendly or pleasant to be around, seem like the sophisticated variety of witch figure on the plane. I could still see tjhem showing up in a dark fantasy film aimed at a somewhat young audience. The green-black hags, on the other hand, are the man-eating variety of witch that firmly belongs in a horror or slasher movie.

In this card illustration by Todd Lockwood, the Gwyllion almost feels like a autumn or winter spirit, with her big mane of hair resembling withered branches. Judging by the crude puppet head she is clutching, she seems to specialize in voodoo-like magic.

Just like Noggle Hedge-Mage, the composition of the piece makes it feel like you are in direct confrontation with this creature. She too has this kind of stare that hints at some form of intelligence - but she's not "human" enough for you to be able to read her intentions. Make one wrong move, and she might drive her nail into the puppet's head, causing you to succumb to an agonizing headache.

How would an encounter with this Gwyllion play out? What role do they play in Lorwyn/Shadowmoor? How do they interact with the other creatures on the plane? These are the kinds of things I'd love to see explored in official MtG fiction (or fanfiction).

How to get the true ending in Little Misfortune

The game will prompt players to sprinkle glitter with a colorful sparkle effect over the object and a sound cue. The player will need to use sparkles in the following places:

Inside the fridge in Misfortune's home on the Dead Rabbits

On the pot of soup on the stove in Misfortune's home

On Misfortune's mother in the kitchen of her home

On the family car outside Misfortune's house

On the dead crow across the street from Misfortune's house

On the dead puppy (if Misfortune chooses to play with him instead of freeing him)

On the trash on the beach by the dock

On George at his house

On the box that was supposed to contain the Eternal Happiness

On the doors of the shop Misfortune says she was forgotten in overnight

On the wishing fountain outside the zoo

On the Phantasmagoria sign

On the creepy fox popup by the food stand at Phantasmagoria

On the decorations by the Games and Rewards at Phantasmagoria

On the bear trap outside Benjamin's house

On the VCR and TV inside Benjamin's house

On Benjamin's bag outside his house

Though it does not necessarily affect the ending, players should also be sure to grab all the crudely made voodoo dolls hidden on the different stages of the game. These were left by Benjamin the fox and can help give players a clue about the identity of Mr. Voice and the true nature of Misfortune's situation before the end of the game.

ive been stewing in my opinions on this for a while i will allow myself one (1) complaining post

[ID: 6 images, edited as if it were a presentation. the first is a crude drawing of a person in front of the title "PLEASE BE NORMAL ABOUT PEIXES AND MAKARA". the second image is a list with the text "I'm gonna start by laying down a few things so we are all on the same page. I'm not white (i am atleast partically black. no you don't get any more than that), i don't think everyone doing this has bad intentions, if you recognise any of this i plead with you to not attack op for anything, if you're gonna be weird about this i will probably block you. die about it i guess". in the corner is a person with both arms crossed and finger pointing up. the third is a collection of pale skin tones with the text "skintones i have seen them drawn with, + darker skin tones seen in the same post if any". the fourth has text that reads "if you draw meenah in a croptop im fucking stealing something out of your house!!! she is never depicted in a croptop in canon but everyone draws her in one because shes black and thus open to white people sexualizing her. white people stop drawing meenah in exposing clothing. please. this goes doubly for feferi because she is a Middle Schooler you guys are so weird." underneath is a set of 7 images showing cropped art of meenah wearing croptops/revealing shirts. there is a disclaimer that says "technically she's in a croptop in a ministrife sprite, but its on screen for such an insignifigant amount of time there's no plausible deniability really. just adding this before annoying people try to point this out. draw her in a vest then.". in the fifth image the text reads "please holy shit please please please be normal about homestuck. gamzee is not a weed smoking jamaican, feferi is not the "better" black person with lighter skin than meenah, kurloz isn't a spooky voodoo man, meenah is not a #slay barbie fanatic. you're just weird". next to it is a drawing of a person with a clearly strained neutral face, behind it is an image of someone eating something violently. the sixth image shows 3 drawings, two of meenah and one of gamzee, with heavy boack stereotyping. the text reads "also don't do this. holy shit." next to it is a drawing of a person crying and frothing blood. /end IDs]

Random Asks. // Always Accepting.

@topbanna8 - "MY coping mechanisms are NOT unhealthy!!" Kohga has made a crudely made Astor doll that is crafted from a rotting banana he was poking a needle into it he won't be getting over what happened anytime soon that's for sure but this is how he's been coping.

Astor is in fact not the first to betray the Yiga clan they've spent thousands of years hating Hylian royals for what happened those ten thousand years before now.

If that prophet were still alive this Voodoo doll would actually woke but that does not stop him. [ For AOC verse]

Here, we see Kohga, in his natural habitat.

New Amazon Show “Venerates Satan & Demons,” Crew Debates Religion & Fiction

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They made Lilith the first Feminist....and Lucifer was just a creative liberal art student that his conservative family didn't like

Hazbin Hotel is to the Christian faith as Disney's Hercules is to the actual Greek mythology they absolutely have nothing in common.

My main gripe with the show is that when Charlie interacted with Adam, he talked just as degenerately as the people in hell, every other word out of his mouth was the F word. It would make so much more sense if they behaved in an over-the-top moral way to the point that it's even annoying. The way they did it makes no sense.

Blasphemy isn’t supposed to make sense. This is the diabolical intent of the show. “Being primarily a sin of the tongue, it will be seen to be opposed directly to the religious act of praising God. (2) It is said to be against God, though this may be only mediately, as when the contumelious word is spoken of the saints or of sacred things, because of the relationship they sustain to God and His service…” See everyone, no difference between heaven and hell, do as thou wilt. See, it’s funny too. Nevermind that when you watch media your brainwaves enter a sleep like state and you are easily programmed….There is a reason they call it programming.Show less

They got a lot of shit for Alastor's playing card having voodoo symbols, because they didn't get "permission" to use voodoo symbols. I wasn't aware there was an authority on voodoo that had to give permission for it to be used in art works or that it was supposed to be exclusive to any race.

A five minute search could teach you more than Tim does about the subject in this video. This inversion of the Christianity is nothing novel or new, it has been done by Luciferarians who portray Lucifer as the enlightened bearer of light. Variations of this theme are found in the occult and in the fables of the Freemasons. Before that it can be found among the Cathars and Gnostics who portray the God of the Old Testament as evil.

How could lillith be “strong and independent “ and then decide to flee if she didn’t initially have free will

It’s funny that they present Adam as some sort of tyrant, when he was a pretty weak willed man in the actual Bible. He just sort of did his thing, then Eve came over & was like, “that over there told me to eat this thing we were told not to eat, you should have some to.” & he was like, “well…you’re my wife & I want to be with you, so I guess…”

I agree with what Libby had said. The glorification of evil is not something we should let be pushed into society. Yes I get you say that it also kind pokes fun at woke people by them being the ones in hell, but if some kids sees it and doesn't get those points except what the main stuff thats being said. I know people will say "well kids see worse" or "this isn't for kids away". When I was growing up I saw South Park, the Simpsons, Family Guy, AquaTeam Hunger Force, Moral Oral, Robot Chicken, and other crude shows. I used to say alot of things that even some stuff I didn't fully even understand, but I would say it cause I felt like the edgy thing to do.Show less

The initial pilot was pretty funny. Very adult orientated though. Then, during the 'Summer of Love' the producers and cast literally held a YT livestream where they raised funds to pay the legal fees of rioters.

That's very disappointing to hear. I love the show because Episode 4 is basically anti-pron propaganda. I want to support that, but I don't want to support destroying this country.

Let's just say there's a reason Hollywood and the media will openly mock Christians and Christianity but not Islam and Muslims. Now think of the difference between the two in how each group handles said critique and insult of their religion.

@bottlepiecemuses

this show is 500% NOT FOR KIDS when will boomers learn that animation =/= childrens content you'd think the past two decades of shows like southpark, rick and morty, and "happy tree friends" would have proven this much to them

Lilith is... part of biblical apocrapha. Technically non-canon but she pops up frequently as well. Sort of like how hell being divided into nine circles is also, technically, non-canon but frequently shows up in depictions of it.

Are there any hobbies of yours that involve some kind of sculpting at hand? I think you might enjoy wood carving! Something you can do as long as there’s the material around, no matter the location or whereabouts you might find yourself— which, I do hope are kind. It’s also good for memoirs, I suppose.

"Me? Sculpting? What a strange question."

Carrie remarked, though an amused smile played on her lips. She glanced down at her hands, taking her time in examining each crease and fold in their skin. She wasn't used to delicate work, much less things that demanded her attention for such small details.

A show pony like herself - her former self, rather, who was more than happy being in the circus grounds - was loud and open. Nothing like what such a craft called for.

"I do like strange questions though, so thank you. Your answer... Well, the most delicate sort of thing I've done was help the ventriloquist at Sparkslide make dolls. Being a child, though, I got them mixed up. Wasn't much help to them at all. I was making things more like voodoo dolls. You know, the cloth ones that you stick with pins and such.

I could probably make a crude sort of ventriloquy puppet, but would need the materials and a lot more time."

After a moment more, she set her hands down and interlaced her fingers to still the often distracting movement. Her eyes gazed forwards, twinkling with amusement and melancholy tears.

"The moral of the story? Don't rely on me for delicate matters."

Minimal Oracle

11”x14” mixed media

R.A.Young 2023

Put On Your Raincoats | Blue Voodoo (Weston, 1978)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Because it’s October AKA Halloween (yes, it lasts for the whole month, whaddya mean it’s on the 31st), it seems appropriate that any pornos I’d watch would be appropriately spooky in the spirit of the season. More specifically, I try to seek out ones that would fall into the more fun strain of horror, rather than the roughies that porno-horror hybrids usually fall into. Armand Weston’s Blue Voodoo, starring the great Vanessa Del Rio as a voodoo priestess, sounds like it should be a safe bet. I’ve seen two movies from Weston, the film noir homage Expose Me, Lovely and the true crime roughie The Taking of Christina, and in both he was able to pull off the thriller elements with style. And Vanessa Del Rio playing a voodoo priestess and doing a Bela Lugosi accent to boot should make this an automatic good movie. Unfortunately, the rest of this keeps it from being as automatic as one would hope.

The plot here has a stripper played Serena being ripped off and dumped by her fiancee Wade Nichols, who milks her for ten grand and announces that he has no intention to actually marry her. Heartbroken, she turns to Del Rio for help, who summons the Black Widow by using her magic voodoo powers (by which I mean a lesbian sex scene). The Black Widow then shows up at the strip club where Serena works and orchestrates her revenge. She does this by enacting a number of sex scenes that do nothing to further the plot, and even worse, don’t have much of a horror element. There’s a sex scene with Jamie Gillis as a father and Lisa Marks as his daughter in a crib, which is probably too cheesy to take seriously but also, ugh, no thanks. You do get a good chuckle when Gillis appears unphased by the Black Widow.

"What's your name?"

"They call me the Black Widow."

"That's a nice name, goes with the outfit."

There’s also a Roman orgy scene with Robert Kerman, Joey Silvera and David Morris in togas, which achieves an unprecedented level of period accuracy as the actors shout in their Noo Yawk accents and demand champagne, which one of them remarks hasn’t been invented yet. Sex and violence finally merge in the final sex scene between Nichols and Samantha Fox, who refuse to stop fucking even as Nichols starts to bleed out from the Black Widow’s voodoo curse. You gotta respect the dedication.

This is a very early SOV production, and unlike some later efforts where the format is used purely for budget and expediency, Weston approaches this with an eye for visual experimentation, laying on the video effects to crude yet stylish effect (lots of superimpositions, and even picture-in-picture cunnilingus). A lot of this looks like a play or live performance shot for television, with a multi-camera setup doing coverage rather than the more deliberate visual storytelling of the other Weston’s I’ve seen. You can tell he’s aware of the inherent flatness of video, and he tries to compensate with stylized, stripped down mise-en-scene, using monochromatic backgrounds to occasionally atmospheric effect. There are a number of scenes that have a nice horror movie atmosphere, usually when the background is black and the fog machine is working overtime. And the Black Widow’s appearance, a naked lady with a cape and a knife, does make for an intriguingly spooky and sexy image. And of course Del Rio with her Bela Lugosi accent has her charms. I just wish more of the movie sustained these horror movie qualities.

Corpo Trash

Militech Arms Dealer Sanemi Shinazugawa waits for his contact on a newly sourced product.

TW: Sexual Situations, Violence, Classism, Betrayal, Dark Content, Deceit, Blood, Gore, Chrome, Exposed Wires, Altered Eyes, Cyberpunk2077 terms, Night City, GN reader that is AFAB, Mild Smut/Erotica, Sadism, Alcohol, Drugs, Sanemi is an asshole, dude play the fuckin' ttrpg already, Crude Language. MINORS DON'T INTERACT! NO PERMISSION TO REPOST, READ, OR TRANSLATE! NO COPY!

Ty @animupiglett for reading it over. <3

Sanemi waited out by the docks of Pacifica in the early morning. Sun's rays bouncing off the exposed chrome on his chest and face. Areas where the pseudo skin had been torn off, revealed the shiny blueish-tinged metal along with RGB-wrapped wiring. The damage was never repaired because he believed it added to his intimidation factor. And he wasn’t wrong. Other operatives within Militech and Arasaka gave him a wide berth. His temper was legendary. Not as legendary as some in NC but enough that people gave way when they saw him coming.

Which is the only reason he could stand out so openly and with so little protection out by the old mall. Animals and Voodoo boys curious but not interfering in his business. He took another drag of his cigarette, flicking the ash onto the ground staring over the ocean waters. He looked serene with the soft amber glow from the sun caressing his face and giving him a natural contour.

The ash white-haired man flexes the fingers on his free hand. Black sclera, violet static pupils glance down to where his custom Daikon Nt’s by Arasaka resided. Thermal, enhanced blade, and non-lethal mods added on. He had three other slots available but at present, he didn’t feel the need to do anything extra. His thin lips form into a snarky smirk as he remembers with amusement how insulting it is to use them against his opponents, them expecting him to give them death only to find out that the blades cannot do that with the mod attached. Their fury gave him a sadistic sense of pleasure that did things to him. Which he in turn took out on his output. Much to their enjoyment.

A sneeze to his left brings him out of his thoughts. His eyes narrow and he sneers at his lackey. “Cover your fuckin’ mouth. Unsanitary gonk. Even the filth that lives here knows better.” his words are venom and the man ducks his head down, cringing. Sanemi looks back over the water and growls. “You are fucking late.” he hisses. Not moving.

Behind him, a blond woman with her hair done in a tight undercut with a 1980’s crown rolls her starred out pink and purple eyes at him. “Whatever man. I got the goods and that is what fuckin’ matters right? Not like you Corpo trash got anything else to do besides ruin other people’s lives anyways.” she dismisses his agitation with her flippancy. Sanemi takes a deep breath then flicks his used cig onto the ground.

“Show me.” He orders calmly. Head turning slightly to put more of her body in his line of sight. “I am a busy man. I don’t have time to waste on trash like you,” he adds on, emphasizing with the twirling of his fingers in the air. The woman flips him off in her tacky gold, teal, hot pink tracksuit and picks up a massive black briefcase off the ground. “Here ya go. Skimmed it off a scav site. Looked like Maelstrom busted ass to get out of there if they left this baby behind. “She kicks the case towards him. Giving him finger guns with her pink and teal chromed phalanges.

The lackey intercepts the product and picks it up. Plugging in to check out the authenticity of the product and its condition. “Chip is intact and complete. Doesn’t appear to have any stragglers,” he informs his boss. Sanemi nods and motions for the man to pick up the case.

“Thank you. It’s a shame that you couldn’t be honest on your end of the deal. I mean bringing the product was a nice touch. Buuuuut…” He drops off as his other hand waves. From underneath the underpass emerges two other men. Completely chromed out looking like Metal Jack from Tekken. Held in between them is a raggedy-looking nomad. He looks terrified, piss staining his ripped jeans. Shirt long since gone. Blood dried over his right eye, across his lips, and crusted on his nostrils.

The woman stares on in horror. She is raises up a hand, a DB-2 SATARA. Nice choice. If only she had the chance to get it off. Unfortunately for her, he had a Sandevistan MK.3 with Arasaka Software and Tyger Paw mods. She never saw him coming. Literally. He was around and behind her, blades out and pressed close to her neck. Heat from the thermal mod splitting the realskin and melting the chrome underneath. Sanemi purrs, warmth growing in his belly as he imagines what he is going to do next.

“We found your netrunner a while ago. You really should have given him a better suit. I would have thought Pacifica trash like yourself would have gone to your beloved Mr. Hands or the Voodoo Boys and gotten a competent person for you. At least have some gold to cover that meat inside your skull. But no. Stupid is as stupid does.” The two Jack-looking men smirk and walk the beaten and bruised nomad up to the woman. The pair of street punks sobbing as they realize their end is near. The frosty-haired man shrugs, retracts his blades, caresses the woman's face, and steps away.

“7 minutes. That is all the time you will get for each other. I’m not completely without mercy.” he says with mocking affections. The netrunner is released and he limps forward into the arms of his input or was she his output? Didn’t matter. They weren’t going to be anything soon.

A smile forms on Sanemi’s face as he straightens out his Jinguji black neo-militaristic pants. Red and silver streaks woven into the fabric, just barely visible. Knee-high Jinguji boots on his feet. Modeled after English Riding boots from around the early 20th century. He calls his output and waits for them to pick up. A deep feminine voice hums over the line after a few rings. “Mm, sup baby? I thought you were busy?” The man smiles wider. “I was, but it looks like this is wrapping up a lot nicer than I thought. Was thinking we could do something nice. Go to the sky lounge. Have a few drinks. See where the night takes us?” He replies lovingly.

The femme voice hums again. “That sounds nice and all buuuut….” they drag out the but and his face falls. Hairless brow quirking up. “But?” he growls out whilst glaring death at the couple in front of him that is sobbing and professing their undying affections for each other. “I am already here in your office in nothing but the chrome I bought and the meat I was born with. I am feeling like some pretty fuckable meat right now. Care to partake?” they tease.

The scarred man moans audibly. “Fuck yes, baby. I’ll be there soon.” The femme voice chuckles and ends the call. An image is sent soon after. Hastily Sanemi opens it up and brings his fist up to his mouth and bites his fingers. His output is in his chair playing with theirself. Hands cupping their natural breasts while playing with their chromed nipples. Legs spread out fully exposing themselves to the drone that took the image. They looked delicious and he couldn’t wait to devour them. The pants that were already tight now ridiculously tighter than before.

“Cut the crap. Times up!” he barks out around his fist. Refocusing on the people in front of him. “But our time isn’t up yet! It’s only been maybe five minutes!” she whines! “Whatever. Don’t care. I plan on getting my dick wet here in a bit so if you could hurry this up?” he motions for them to speed things along while he summons his airlift.

The Kitsch street punk’s eyes begin to water as she sobs desperately holding the other man’s face. “I’m so sorry baby. I lo-” she is cut off by a quick pop. Looking down she sees her life’s fluid along with the lubrication that operated her joints leaking out of a hole in her chest. Her eyes snap back to her lover and he has the most malicious grin on his face.

“Never liked living out in the badlands. Too fucking dusty. Always scrapping by. Life ain’t much better than being a scav. I’m tired of that shit. Sorry babe, you know how it is.” He pats her on the top of her head and laughs as she slowly drops down to the floor. Sanemi watches on impressed. He kind of expected the ruse to continue but whatever. No skin off his bones.

The nomad cackles as he walks away. The woman on the ground hisses and swears. She turns around to watch his back moving away from her as he walks towards the MILITECH-branded craft. Sanemi gives her a pitying look and starts his own walk towards his vehicle. Suddenly the woman roars and lunges forward. Picking up a piece of rebar from off the ground. She raises it, jumps into the air then brings it down solidly on top of the nomad’s head. Crushing his skull. Brains, chrome, wire, and whatever else was in that casing he called a head exploding around. She smashes his remains a few times before tossing the bar away and glaring over at the bare-chested, scarred man that had brought this misfortune onto her.

“I will fucking end you!” she declares. He tilts his head in curiosity then shrugs. “You can die trying. Or.” he pauses and motions to the craft. “You can join me and we can forget this bullshit. I train you and you will work for me in the arms deal division. Your other option is I disable you and leave you for the Animals to have their way with. Maybe they’ll take you to a Ripperdoc so you will last longer. “He continues into the craft. Sitting down he picks up one of the champagne glasses and twirls it. Bringing up the image of his output sent to him earlier.

The two chrome men and the lackey follow suit. The last passenger is the gaudy woman who had tried to double-cross him. She looks guilty? No, that isn’t it. He can’t put a name on it but he wants to say that it is scorn. She looks at his dark eyes. Stars meeting the night sky. In this moment he knows what it means to have the stars cross at you and it makes him even harder. Her hatred an aphrodisiac. The lackey motions to one of the flutes in the center console as the doors lower and the craft rises.

“Welcome to MILITECH.” Sanemi purrs. Not even bothering to hide his lust as he manspeads in his seat. The woman looks away in disgust. Her focus on the wrecked corpse laying on the pier. Citizens of Pacifica already moving in on it to harvest what they could for resell. She shakes her head. “Feels like shit,” she mumbles as she leans back in her seat, closing her eyes and sighing. The sadistic man across from her smirks and leans forwards. Bare elbows on his knees. “It doesn’t have to feel like that. Give it time. You’ll come to enjoy it just as much as I do. If not more.” He licks his bottom lip while he gives her a predatory gaze that she cannot see.

An hour or so later the white-haired man finally makes it back to his office. Swearing under his breath as he undoes the button to his pants as he walks into the lavishly decorated monochromatic black office. Giant Great windows sit behind an ebony tech desk. On the far left wall are 20-some-odd monitors showing all sorts of different deals. Meetings of government officials, a pornographic brain dance, some of the harder black-market shit, corporate stock exchange, etc. A deep chuckle is emitted from his chest as he saunters into the room. Making his way to his desk to sit in the Jinguji brand office chair. Legs spread as he takes himself out.

“I don’t care if you took care of yourself. I expect to be satisfied,” he announces to nobody in particular. He reclines in his chair and stares out the windows, down and over at Night City. The giant koi fish of Corpo Plaza swimming along their projected paths. His legs spread out wide and he feels the familiar warmth of his output settle between them. A call is connected and he smiles a genuine smile this time.

“Hey baby. Show me how much you missed me. You can see how much I missed you.” he says into the call. Hands coming to wrap into their hair, grip tightening around the strands to give himself purchase. “I thought you said you would be here sooner. I worked myself up for nothing waiting on you. You don’t deserve my mouth.” they say as they lap up his long, thick, girthy, veiny shaft. Ripping a salacious moan from his mouth. “Ah, you bitch. You know how it is. A couple of gonks thought they were smarter than they were. Was im-mmmm-pressive really. He thought he was betraying her but she smashed his meat in. Beautiful really. So much splatter.” he purrs as their mouth wraps around his head. Fingers sinking into their scalp.

“Fuck I love you baby.” he moans into the call. His output chuckles. “I don’t believe you.” they taunt. Their tongue began to vibrate against the underside of his cock. “Then allow me to show you,” he growls out as he shoves their head down fully on his shaft, choking them. Sadistic grin on his face as he gazes from the top of their head to the rest of Night City behind them. “Let me show you everything.” His grip on their head is brutal as he begins to roughly and without mercy face fuck that warm, wet, vibrating hole. His output reaches into his pants. Their delicate, well-manicured hands pull out his heavy sack and a thumb caresses the seam in the center. “Then show me,” they say before ending the call.

Fin

( michael b. jordan ; cis male ; he/him ; pendulum by fka twigs ) hey, look! isn’t that malachi manson? the 30 year old witch is known to be amiable and confrontational. they’ve been in town for twenty years and always remind me of gym equipment, loud laughter, ceremonial candles. let’s hope they survive what’s to come.

- hello everyone (again)! this my other muse, malachi! underneath the cut i have some details about him as well as some plot connection ideas. if you’d like to plot, feel free to drop a like on this post!

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: malachi manson NICKNAME(S):  kai, mal NAME MEANING: messenger AGE: 30 CURRENT LOCATION: ashwick valley ETHNICITY: african descent GENDER: cis male PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic OCCUPATION: mechanic at taylor’s motors

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: michael b. jordan HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark brown and cut close EYE COLOR: dark brown HEIGHT: 6′2

born and raised in the new orleans, louisiana, malachi had been immersed in the lifestyle of witchcraft from the moment he entered the world. he was born into a strong coven, the strongest in louisiana and arguably one of the strongest in the south. his familial line could be traced back hundreds of years, all the way back to a tribe that practiced voodoo in africa. however, their magic oftentimes toed the line between dark and traditional. 

he lived in new orleans for the first decade of his life, only for him and his siblings to be uprooted and moved to ashwick valley by the choice of his parents. he later learned that they parted ways with the coven due to a rift between his father and the coven’s leader - his grandfather. 

as he grew up over the years, he grew more and more curious about dark magic and how to practice it. he came across a few members of the nox coven when he entered high school, and became close friends with them. that was how he was properly introduced to dark magic. 

from that point on, he began learning dark magic. he only delved deeper into dark magic around the age of 20 when his parents were killed in a car accident. he drowned out his pain and grief the best way he knew - magic.

despite being a user of dark magic, his personality is quite disarming and, for the most part, friendly. he’s the type of guy one would never assume has a dark side. you can almost always catch him with a smile on his face or cracking a rather crude joke. however, he can be confrontational. he’s not one to sugarcoat words or beat around the bush. 

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those he practices dark magic with (unlimited)

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Why Salt Works to dispel Dark Magick in Hocus Pocus and Hocus Pocus 2:

​Why Salt Works to dispel Dark Magick in Hocus Pocus and Hocus Pocus 2:

Some people mistakenly think the show Supernatural invented the idea of salt being a weapon against dark magick.  No, this folk belief is actually quite ancient.

You may be familiar with sprinkling a little salt over your left shoulder.  If you spill salt you are supposed to quickly sprinkle a little over your left shoulder because spilling salt leaves you vulnerable to The Devil.  You sprinkle the salt over your left shoulder because that is the “Sinister” side (The word sinister has an etymology with the same meaning as “Left sided.”).  The left is the side demons are supposed to emerge from and the devil on your shoulder is always depicted as being on the left. You sprinkle the salt over your left shoulder to drive the demon away. (Source: The book Superstitions by Peter Lorre.)

Though the Ancient Romans did not fully understand how it worked, they knew that if they salted the Earth where they battled an enemy no plant life would be able to grow. The land would be spoilt so they saw this as meaningful and developed superstitions around it.    Salt is also a natural preservative and ancient civilizations may have noticed that food didn't spoil as fast when the food was treated with salt, they might have taken this to mean it was warding away evil and corruption and that is why the food did not rot as fast.   And though Poppy seeds are more commonly used, sometimes salt is used to ward off vampires because in Eastern European folk belief vampires are obsessive counters and will feel compelled to count every grain rather than attack you.

In Hattian / Voodoo tradition it is believed that if you force-feed a zombie a fistful of salt this will cure them of their zombieism. Note: this is NOT in regard to the version of Zombies popularized in the late 60s by George A. Romeo’s Night of the Living Dead or the contagious brain-eating variety popularized in Return of the Living Dead in the mid-1980s.   This is in regard to the Haitian version of Zombieism where the zombie is the victim of a curse. (Source: The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits).

In some varieties of Wicca (See the A to Z guide to Wicca by Gerina Dunwich) salt is a key ingredient when making Wiccan blessed water (The Wiccan version of holy water).  Salt represents the element of Earth and is used to symbolically purify the water as it is being blessed.

In popular culture you see a circle of salt protect the kids from the witches in the first Hocus Pocus movie.  In the second Hocus Pocus movie salt is again used to protect against the witches and even to make a crude binding circle, trapping The Sanderson Sisters within it, as salt is used to ward off dark magick and they are “Dark magick in human form.”

In the Dresden Files novels by Jim Butcher if a wizard is restrained and placed inside a circle of salt, he will not be able to use his power to do harm to his enemies or escape. In The Dresden Files salt defuses magick.  This is probably one of the more common beliefs about salt and magick.  

Something a little more gruesome that works against supernatural threats is lamb’s blood as that was what was used to mark the homes of slaves during the story of Passover.  It protected against The Angel of Death.  God had told Moses to use lamb's blood to mark the homes the angel was not to enter.  Today sacramental wine is a humane substitute. 

  Another real tool used against dark magick that was in Hocus Pocus 2 was Angelica leaves.  This also has its origin in real beliefs.  Angelica leaves (actually often used in salads) can be brewed into tea, or burned to ward off evil and lift hexes. In the seventeenth century they were used as a folk remedy and had previously been used in efforts to treat or ward off the black plague.  Angelica leaves have natural antibacterial properties which might be why people believe it can de-hex / remove curses. It is safe to eat and considered good for you. You can find Angelica leaves in many health food stores.