#custom mojo

[nofatclips]

I am a Transient by FERN (featuring Marie-Claire Schlameus) from the album Intersubjective Instrumental

[dabingusbongus]

packing up the plushies for the move and saw mojo snuggling inside!!!

[icarus-suraki]

Halloween is coming, so remember, if there's a Halloween party...

Friends don't let friends dress like The Crow.

[shootwithheart]

New keychains coming to my shops!!

[charlesoberonn]

Phineas and Ferb episode idea: After Candace shows her photos of all of her brothers’ creations, Linda thinks that her daughter is a talented graphic artist and signs her up for a competition. Candace is frustrated and about to tell her mom the truth but then Jeremy shows up and he’s like “Wow, Candace, I didn’t know you were a graphic designer. That’s so cool. Btw, my little sister is also gonna be at the graphic design competition.”

Long story short, Candace asks her brothers to help her become a graphic artist for real so she could beat Suzie.

Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz has gotten tired of designing -Inators so he designed the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator to design them for him. The Inator’s creation are a hit among other Evil Scientists who buy them in droves. Doofenshmirtz is then signed by Vanessa to an Evil Contracption Designing competition (held in the same building at the same time as the graphic design competition, of course).

Desperate, he asks Perry the Platypus to help him get his mojo back so he could design -Inators again.

Cue musical montage of Doof and Candace training to learn/relearn their respective art form.

It’s the competition(s). Candace is a nervous wreck, but Jeremy believes in her. Doof is all self-assured and ego-boosted by everyone thinking he’ll win, but then he sees his Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator (who looks like a robotic him) also signed up for the competition.

While getting ready for the competition, Perry is accidentally almost spotted by Phineas and Ferb. He sneaks behind the curtain to the behind the scenes. That’s when he discovers that the goal of the competition is to design a doomsday weapon. Nervous, he swaps the cards with those of the graphic design competition.

The competition begins. The graphic artists are assigned to design a doomsday weapon while the Evil Scientists are assigned to design a cool band poster.

The scientists are baffled, but they do their best. The Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is stuck because it’s physically incapable of drawing anything but Inators.

Meanwhile in the graphic design competition Candace does her best but her brain goes blank. Suzie meanwhile is trying to sabotage her by switching her card back with the card from the other tournament. Unfortunately it’s the card of the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator, who now goes to task designing a Doomsday weapon.

The competition is finished. Candace’s work is mediocre, but she wins by technicality for being the only one who drew the correct thing.

Meanwhile at the Evil Scientists competition, the scientists all drew terrible posters except Doof whose poster is beautiful. He’s about to be declared the winner but then the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator reveals what it’s been working on, a doomsday machine. Everyone panics, and Perry the Platypus tries to stop the machine, but fails. Then the machine ticks down to 0, and nothing happens.

Turns out the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is terrible at coming up with machines. All of its Inators don’t work. Which unfortunately for Doof results in all of his previously happy customers showing up to complain because their Inators didn’t work either. He asks Perry to help him again, but Perry is already gone.

“There you are, Perry.” “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”

Despite winning, Candace feels hollow because she only won by technicality and all of the other designers were much better than her. She feels like a fraud. But then Jeremy shows up and asks to buy the rights for her poster, because he thinks it’s really cool. Candace is happy.

The End.

[katyawriteswhump]

omega cafe, chapter 2 preview

I've been overwhelmed by the response to chapter 1, thank you 💚💚💚💚 Chapter 2 is nearly there (i'm kind of nervous about it!) and will def. be up tomorrow, and then I anticipate updating weekly, more regularly when I can. In the meantime, here's a little preview 💚

Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…

Chapter 1 on tumblr On Ao3

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With his head in another’s Alpha’s lap, Steve watched the clock crawl toward eleven. At which point, Carol snapped at Steve’s customer, “Time’s up, Mister. Steve is booked!”

Steve shuffled on his knees over to Eddie. The thread of Eddie’s scent—screw it, his sheer Alphaness—drew Steve like he was on a leash. He couldn’t suppress a pang of disappointment when Eddie left his scarf on and plopped a thin cushion into his lap. Christ, Steve wished he’d been able to wash! The other Alpha’s burnt-toast scent had been barely noticeable, easily drowned by the chemicals and Eddie. But would Eddie detect it and despise Steve for it?

“Sorry about the wait,” whispered Steve. “I… I…”

“It’s okay,” said Eddie. His tone was strange and rough, bordering on scary, before softening like melting butter: “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” squeaked Steve, before he could help himself.

Wtf? Missed me? He’s lying—he only just met me!

Yeah, now he thought about it, Steve had spent every moment they’d been apart missing Eddie like hell. Alphas were different, right?

He sank his cheek onto Eddie’s cushioned lap, staring ahead at the slinky black cats silhouetted on the walls. Eddie’s fingers glided into Steve’s hair, and Steve’s stomach finally settled the right way up again. For the first time since he’d left Eddie’s lap yesterday, he felt totally warm, comfortable, serene… and, suddenly, so very safe.

“How’s your day going, Steve?”

“Oh, like, seriously, it sucks. And this creepy stalker Alpha just showed up and it’s gotten even worse. Um… Joking.” He was being sassy now? Where did that come from? Fortunately, Eddie hooted, and Steve’s voice wobbled with his excited purrs. “I’m good, thanks. How about you?”

“Mighty fine right now.” Eddie leaned down close, speaking quiet and confidential: “Got another manic afternoon in the recording studio coming up. I lost my mojo, Stevie, did you know that?”

The reminder that Eddie was a badass rockstar shook Steve’s happiness. Only for a moment. A little voice in his head squealed:

He called me Stevie again! He’s giving me PET NAMES!

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[billielolly]

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[southernmermaidsgrotto]

Hoodoo, Rootwork and Conjure sources by Black Authors

Because you should only ever be learning your ancestral ways from kinfolk. Here's a compilation of some books, videos and podcast episodes I recommend reading and listening to, on customs, traditions, folk tales, songs, spirits and history. As always, use your own critical thinking and spiritual discernment when approaching these sources as with any others.

Hoodoo in America by Zora Neale Hurston (1931)

Mules and Men by Zora Neale Hurston (1936)

Tell my horse by Zora Neale Hurston (1938)

Let Nobody Turn Us Around: An African American Anthology by Manning Marable and Leith Mullings, editors (2003)

Black Magic: Religion and the African American Conjuring Tradition by Yvonne P. Chireau (2006)

African American Folk Healing by Stephanie Mitchem (2007)

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Faith Mitchell (2011)

Mojo Workin': The Old African American Hoodoo System by Katrina Hazzard-Donald (2012)

Rootwork: Using the Folk Magick of Black America for Love, Money and Success by Tayannah Lee McQuillar (2012)

Talking to the Dead: Religion, Music, and Lived Memory among Gullah/Geechee Women by LeRhonda S. Manigault-Bryant (2014)

Working the Roots: Over 400 Years Of Traditional African American Healing by Michele Elizabeth Lee (2017)

Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo" by Zora Neale Hurston (2018)

Jambalaya: The Natural Woman's Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisa Teish (2021)

African American Herbalism: A Practical Guide to Healing Plants and Folk Traditions by Lucretia VanDyke (2022)

These are just some suggestions but there's many many more!! This is by no means a complete list.

I recommend to avoid authors who downplay the importance of black history or straight out deny how blackness is central to hoodoo. The magic, power and ashé is in the culture and bloodline. You can't separate it from the people. I also recommend avoiding or at the very least taking with a huge grain of salt authors with ties to known appropriators and marketeers, and anyone who propagates revisionist history or rather denies historical facts and spreads harmful conspiracy theories. Sadly, that includes some black authors, particularly those who learnt from, and even praise, white appropriators undermining hoodoo and other african and african diasporic traditions. Be careful who you get your information from. Keeping things traditional means honoring real history and truth.

Let me also give you a last but very important reminder: the best teachings you'll ever get are going to come from the mouths of your own blood. Not a book or anything on the internet. They may choose to put certain people and things in your path to help you or point you in the right direction, but each lineage is different and you have to honor your own. Talk to your family members, to the Elders in your community, learn your genealogy, divine before moving forwards, talk to your dead, acknowledge your people and they'll acknowledge you and guide you to where you need to be.

May this be of service and may your ancestors and spirits bless you and yours 🕯️💀

[dabingusbongus]

Hey guys can yall watch my mango maroons while I'm gone I gotta sort through some books outside I'll be back in an hour.

[lovebillyhargrove]

The bell above the door jingles softly, announcing a new customer.

"Hi. I'm here to return these?"

Steve's raising his eyes from the counter and

"Holy fuck ..!"

"Yeah .. Long time no see. How are you doing, Harrington?"

"Uh .. same old?"

Most definitely, same old.

"You're .."

"Alive, thanks for asking. Just visiting Max and the shitbird asked me to return these tapes. So ..?"

"Yeah! Yes of course .. Just a second."

A black bike helmet is placed on the counter

"You're on a .. motorbike?"

"Uh-huh. My baby .. my car can't drive long distances now. After some asshole rammed into her a couple of years ago."

Steve remembers.

"You staying here long?"

"Nah. Going to the Atlantic with a couple of friends of mine. Vacation."

"The Atlantic ..?"

"We're thinking Cape Cod. Or wherever the road takes us."

"That's nice .. What friends?"

Slightly raised eyebrows, in mild surprise

Oh, Steve's such a fool

"Just friends." An aloof shrug of wide shoulders

"Alright. Thanks, Harrington." Takes the helmet alongside Steve's last crumbs of self-control

"Hey .. Hargrove, wait!"

"What?"

"How come are you .. alive?"

"Long story."

Jesus, you were so much more talkative in school

"Where .. where do you live these days?"

"San Diego."

"Does Max know your number?"

"Of course. Why?"

"No reason."

"Bye, pretty boy." A tsk. "Oops. Apologies. An old habit."

"Uh .. bye."

Steve's trailing after him to the door, cheeks starting to burn

Or

Two years after Starcourt. Steve's still working in the Family Video and still looking for his lost mojo, when one day Billy Hargrove, who's supposed to be dead, walks into the store, looking as gorgeous as ever, wearing black leather and holding a black bike helmet. Not dead. Different but same. Same but so different. So .. exciting. Like a thrill. Like a .. pirate treasure, unreachable and alluring.

Also, he looks like he doesn't give a fuck about Steve anymore.

Harrington's going to do some life priorities revision.

Tonight. It feels like he's been dormant this whole time. Wasting his youth, wasting everything. Probably having let go of something .. someone important.

***

"Rob! Robin ..! Hey, listen .. I think, I'm in love. I think I need to .."

What will Steve do?

[lucksea]

pmd portraits of Lucky ... my cute thing

real size png version. the head is based off the real pmd mew sprite and Mojo on the PMD Sprite Repository's edits, but i redrew the body and then did a bunch of the other portraits + 3 custom ones with alternate eyes and background. im trying to resist the urge to do some of the overworld pmd mew sprites because i have nothing to use them for........ i also kind of wish i could think of a 4th special one to make it even but i couldnt so theres a single blank box

[dooberific]

Just some pre-release Wriothesley thoughts:

-> Bro can’t help it, he’s giving “dark, brooding, and feared Great Duke of the North who is actually a big soft baby”

-> “I can change him” yeah prolly and we should start with that Mojo Dojo Casa House because he probably doesn’t believe in top sheets and it’s also all frat boy college room navy.

-> Having to keep order in a prison and maintain structure all the time is a gateway to wanting to just go home, sit on the couch and not move for a while and frankly check out of reality before it’s back to work. He would deeply appreciate any time you would dedicate to working his place into a cleanly order because he’s too exhausted.

-> He brings that scary dog privilege, Mr. Big-Imposing-Prison-Warden, but we know only babygirls wear boots with that much lift. He enjoys being taller and finds it cute when you have to ask him to bend down for a kiss, even when you’re on your toes.

-> Big goth bf that lets you steal his clothes, it’s cute when you have the sleeves triple rolled so they are out of the way, or when you fuss that his stuff if “more comfortable”

-> That hand holding is probably FIRE, calloused fingers are a sign of a 👏 working man 👏. Doesn’t get much soft time because he’s always working so going as far as to lace your fingers together while walking is a huge thing for him

-> He’s giving cuddles and forehead kisses too, idk what it is about an imposing line of work but quality time and physical touch seem pretty important

-> Doesnt like to see you worried over his scars but will never admit how much he loves when you press light kisses against them <3

-> BIG TEA GUY, he will never add the frills of sugar, cream, or milk to his own cup but would never complain if you dropped some in for him. Figure out what he likes, make him a custom blend, and you have a gift that keeps on giving

-> Since he’s in an underwater prison he’s most likely a bit sensitive to the sun and probably burns a bit more easily

-> Gonna go ahead and predict that he either can’t swim or is scared of water bc that seems on point for Genshin

Curious to see how close this gets! Let me know what vibes y’all get from him

Rey, 2023

[gldrushh]

SUGAR AND SIN | JK

TITLE Sugar and Sin

PAIRING Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

WARNINGS Mentions of threatening behavior and emotional distress.

BLURB The suited stranger keeps his promises, and Aurora isn't sure if that is supposed to be a good thing.

GENRE Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

TAGS jk being a jerk part 21726 but he calls her sweetheart (derogatory), oc going through it part 56372

A/N hey!! Hello! Hope you didn't forget me or this story cause I just posted part 10 on wattpad after years of being unproductive!! Who cheered 🤭🤭

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CHAPTER 6: AURORA

Aurora wasn’t a prophet, but for the past few days, she had this unsettling hunch that the organ pumping in her chest would be the thing to take her down—maybe not by a heart attack, but something close enough.

Grim fact: Her family had no history of heart issues.

Normally, she didn't let anything or anyone burrow deep enough into her thoughts to keep her awake at 2 a.m., contemplating her life choices. Especially not with a knife stashed under her pillow, just in case those choices went south. Well, except maybe that one time when she decided to move away from home and open her own bakery. Her friends loved to call her reckless—more than she'd like to admit. It was probably the same reason her dad hovered over her, always a little too protective.

She'd be lying if she said her reckless streak hadn't played a starring role in the chaos of her life.

Now, even as the day in the bakery stretched onto a busy one- the kind she thrived on- she couldn't help thinking about the sudden absence of a certain man who carried bad mojo with him like a handbag and the letter she received days ago and safe to say, there wasn't much doubt about the sender. She should be glad, of course, that he isn't here to remind her how grateful she should be that there's not a bullet in her brain, but she was rather anxious after the envelope she received which was honestly a childish trick to pull on her neurons in her opinion.

And then there was her demand that was a further invitation for him to dwell more in her life, and she hadn't been able to think of that in the moment. So that only left her waiting and.. questioning.

Would he really help her out with the Mr Choi situation? Or was she the most naive person to think he was being genuine in his amusement and not sarcastic?

She sighed heavily like a old aged woman who had been through both wars before trying to ground herself back in the normalcy of the action of rearranging the trays of pastries that didn't sell and was gonna go up for donation in the display case, while lia checked the stock back in the kitchen.

It was a simple monotonous moment until it was not. The bell above the door chimed, causing Aurora to wonder since not many people visited in the closing hours. Yet the words came out almost automatically. "Welcome to Sunrise sweets!" Her figure still crouched down as she worked on the display.

The usual sounds of greetings and orders didn’t follow. Instead, there was a heavy, palpable silence with an energy that felt weirdly familiar. The kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

As she slowly straightened up to attend the odd customer, the sight in front of her had her wanting to hide back again because there stood her newest nightmare manifested in a tailored pinstripe suit that accumulated his broad and tall figure in a way that left her wondering how dild he even got through the door.

The words in that letter flashed the next thing in her mind. She should have known for him not to be the one who spewed empty threats...or promises.

For a moment, she forgot the basics to breathe as his gaze collided with hers.

He had been here before, yet that time had been a chilling dark night but now as the different colors of orange blending with blue from the sun going down the horizon illuminated the space and him, she realized how out of place he looked. She had that realization when he was sprawled across her couch, too. Just now, she had another one that it didn't matter what kind of room he was standing in. His presence will get anyone and everyone present in it to cower.

As if sensing the tension filling the air, lia peeked from the back, catching his attention for a millisecond, but that was enough to take her aback as well.

Aurora could feel her friend's confused eyes on her once she gauged how shrunken the brunette looked.

"Can we help you with something?" She asked as she appeared beside her friend, her voice steady and cautious. Clearly, she was surprised as well to see a figure like him walk up here but not horrified as her best friend who had seen him with a gun.

"No." He gave her a balant reply with a balant stare before turning his attention back to Aurora.

"We have business to discuss, Ms Beckett." She wasn't surprised to hear him say her name she never told yet the way he said he had buisness with her like he was mocking her was enough to send a chill down her spine. "Alone." He added, sparing lia another glance.

"Buisness? What is he talking about, Aurora?" Lia spoke, turning to her with confusion evident in her tone. Of course, she would be confused, surprised even. It was not every day a man in an Armani suit and tie that cost more than the space they were standing in, walked in to talk buisness.

Aurora's eyes peeked back at her friend with an uncertainty of their own. "I-uh.." Her gaze moved back and forth between her best friend and the man that seemed to look at her with an intention to bore a hole in her head.

Taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts, she turned her back and made lia do the same, her voice intended for only her. "This.. is what I meant when I said I was exploring some options." Lia gave her a look of disbelief. "But - But you don't need to worry. He's a trusted ally even though he doesn't look like it. Everything's gonna be fine. You just need to let me have a talk with him." She hoped the blanched expression only crossed her face mentally when she said the words trusted ally and him in the same sentence.

"I'm not leaving you alone to speak to him, Aurora." She deadpanned, her voice intentionally loud enough for him to hear across the counter.

A deep exhale came from his side. Lia opened her mouth to protest further, but Aurora quickly placed a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently.

"It's fine, Lia. Really." She forced a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Just give us a minute, okay?"

Lia looked unconvinced, her gaze flicking between Aurora and the man she was skeptical about, but after a tense moment, she sighed and nodded. "I'll be in the back," she said, her tone making it clear she wasn't going far.

As Lia disappeared behind the kitchen door, Aurora turned back to him, her nerves getting on edge again as she locked eyes with his.

"What buisness?" The sound was somewhat of whisper yell as if she was afraid of the walls listening but was still trying to make her point across at the same time.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his gaze drift around the bakery, taking in every detail with that calculating look that unnerved her so much. “This place—” he gestured vaguely at the bakery, “—is mine now.”

She blinked, the words not quite registering at first. “Yours?” she echoed, incredulous. “What do you mean, yours?”

"I brought it." He said - matter of fact - as if it was the most normal thing.

But to her, the words felt foreign, like they belonged in someone else’s nightmare, not hers. "You… bought it?”

"Choi is no longer your problem. Consider this… payment for your silence.” He spoke, his voice turning bitter at the latter.

Her mind raced, struggling to keep up with the situation. She should have felt relief—after all, wasn’t a resolution to her problem what she had asked for? Instead, a dread seeped into her bones.

It hit her then, like a slap she should have seen coming but didn’t. This wasn’t help. This was control. This was him sinking his claws into her world, and worse — it was her fault for letting him.

The words slipped out before she could stop it. “I didn’t ask for this.”

His expression was a puzzled one. "You asked for my help. This.." He stepped closer to the counter and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a folded document. He placed it on the surface. "Is how I help."

Help? This was ridiculous. It wasn't a solution. Of course, Mr Choi was a nuisance, but this man was something worse than that. She didn't want something dear to her tied down to him.

But the weight of his words pressed down on her, the realization of what this meant sinking in.

"There must be a catch! Is all this really just for me to keep my mouth shut?" Her brows knitted together as she spoke.

His expression remained unreadable as he spoke, “Nothing more than what we agreed upon. And just your cooperation that I should add."

The nonchalance in his words didn't fool her. "Cooperation?"

His eyes flickered with something unreadable—dangerous, perhaps. "Keep your end of the bargain so I'll not be provoked to keep the end of my promise." She guessed what he was hinting at, and it took her everything not to choke him with a loaf down his throat.

The threat lingered in the air, a dark cloud settling over her. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She had asked for help even if foolishly so, not for him to take over her life.

Aurora bit her lip,“You think you can just come in here, throw your money around, and claim whatever you want?”

He didn't respond, Instead fumbled a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket to lit it before he was holding it between his gloved fingers and parted lips.

She frowned deeper at the audacity of this man. "And you can't smoke here either!"

He straightened up to look at her with a detached look. Taking a whiff out of the cancer stick, he spoke."I own this place, sweetheart. I can do whatever the fuck I want. You can either accept it or fight it and see consequences you and this place won't like."

She glared at him, hating the truth in his words. Hating that she had somehow ended up in this mess. Yet all fight seemed to drain out of her. What choice did she have? She could actually act upon her urges to shove a loaf down his constantly threat spewing mouth but that wouldn’t change the fact that he did owned her bakery. And, by extension, a piece of her life.

"This-" She was cut off with brutal ignorance as he added. "You should be grateful, Ms Beckett." his eyes briefly scanning the bakery one last time before he turned to leave. "You're in better hands now."

The bell above the door chimed as he walked out, leaving her standing there with her world tilted off its axis and a stack of papers that confirmed just how deep she was in over in her head.

୨ৎ

"What was he on about?" Lia asked as she emerged from the kitchen that was in the back.

Aurora's response was a sigh before she spoke. "Do you wanna go for a drink?"

To be continued..

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[schizosamwincester]

It wasn't going to happen. Dean knew that. The thought just ran through his head every night when Sam snuck out and Dean pretended to be asleep. If Castiel ever asked, Dean would say yes. Why shouldn't he? It wasn’t like he was getting any from Sam, not as long as Ruby was around.

873 words, one sided destiel, established wincest

Full text below the cut:

If He Asked

If Castiel ever asked, Dean would say yes.

Sure, the angel did nothing but dick him around. He appeared out of nowhere, scared Dean into damn near pissing himself, and vanished before he could do anything useful. He acted all-knowing, but never actually said anything to prove it. 

He was spineless, too, constantly on the edge of telling his bosses to shove it, but always deciding against it. Cas told Dean once that he wasn't a hammer. Dean was pretty sure that was a lie.

But if Castiel actually came down from his pedestal and asked Dean to fuck him? Dean wouldn’t say no. 

It couldn’t happen. For one thing, Cas was uptight as all hell. It would take a miracle for Dean to even get into his ass. An emotionless angel probably couldn’t get hard, either, so doing things the other way around was out. The most Dean could really hope for was for Castiel to investigate the traditional human custom of fellatio and pick Dean as his guinea pig. That didn’t seem likely with the apocalypse on the way.  

It wasn't going to happen. Dean knew that. The thought just ran through his head every night when Sam snuck out and Dean pretended to be asleep. If Castiel ever asked, Dean would say yes. Why shouldn't he? It wasn’t like he was getting any from Sam, not as long as Ruby was around.  

Sure, Dean tried picking up chicks, but he never got very far. He couldn't keep Sam off his mind long enough to get it up. If Dean was alone with a girl, Sam was surely balls deep in demon cunt. Dean tried his best, but the image of a hellbitch riding his brother instantly killed the mood.

Dean could barely even jerk off anymore, not after thirty years where the only hands on his cock were Alastair’s. Dean got pretty good at torture down in the pit, but he never could add rape to his arsenal. Even when he grew to love the power, the screams and the sweet, sweet release, torture still wasn't enough to get him hard. These days, hardly anything was. 

It could be different with Castiel. Who wouldn't be turned on by the idea of fucking an angel? Dean hated the winged dickbags, but even he got the appeal of banging someone all-powerful. Besides, if that didn’t work, Cas’s mojo had to work as heavenly viagra. Dean could use some of that. 

It was never this difficult with Sam. Even back when Dean saw hell every time he closed his eyes, his body knew what to do. The second he was back in the same bed as Sam, Dean was ready to go. After forty years away, everything fell right back into place. 

It only took a few days for Sam to start turning him down and a few weeks for Dean to learn why. Before long, they were back to rooms with two beds instead of one. Hell, between sitting next to him in the hospital and appearing in his dreams, these days Castiel was closer to sleeping with Dean than Sam did.

It wasn’t as if Cas was particularly handsome. He was far too much of a man with his stubble, short hair, and gravelly tone. Sam was tall and broad, sure, but his hair was soft, his face smooth, his waist and chest curving in almost the same ways as a woman. Sure, he wasn’t a girl, but he was almost better. He had all of the important parts with none of the worry that if Dean lost himself, he could nearly snap him in half. 

Lying with Castiel probably wasn’t pleasant, either. Cas avoided touching Dean, but when he did, he never felt quite alive. He wasn’t quite as icy as a long-dead corpse, but he was absent enough of natural warmth to be unnerving. Cool, but not exactly cold. Sam was the opposite. Screwing Sam was like fucking into an open flame. Maybe it was the demon blood in his veins. 

Cas was detached and solemn, all stark glares and stiff body. He was so emotionless that Dean didn’t even notice him popping up behind him. He was too cold to be a lover—hell, he wasn’t even passionate enough for a quick bathroom fuck. Sam’s intensity made road head seem like a sacrament, and he moaned out entire symphonies every time they had sex. Knowing Cas, he probably fucked in complete silence. 

If Castiel asked Dean what he wanted, the answer would be easy. Dean wanted Sam back, the old Sam, the one who would do anything for Dean, not abandon him for a demon wearing a pretty face, but not even Cas could give it to him. If Dean didn’t have that option? He would take anything he could get. 

Castiel never asked, though. Dean never had either choice. All Dean got to do was lie awake in motel beds, listening to the fragments of the phone calls Sam made while hiding in the bathroom. Castiel wouldn’t be propositioning Dean any time soon, and Sam wouldn’t come back unless Ruby was dead. For all his flings, Dean always ended up the same way in the end: alone.

[conjuremanj]

Spiritual Waters/ Colognes.

On this post I wanted to speak on spiritual waters and colognes these products that I've listed are and have use in different spiritual circles. I think some of this products were added later because of the low cost and having a alcohol base, because alcohol in the south has a lot of uses and could cure most is what my grandparents said🤔😄 But enjoy this post.

What Are They Used For? These are use to bring you back up. It can bring back money, love etc. It's used to feed a mojo bags that's made specifically for a purpose. (See my post on Perfumes.)

Holy Water. Can't get must more powerful thin this as a reverend my self I can tell you it works. This water that has been blessed by an Ordained Priest or a member of the clergy or spirituality ordained person. Used for baptism, spiritual cleansing, to bless individuals, places and objects. To bless or dispell it has many uses.

Florida Water. Actually made in New York it was and still is a male cologne. It was used for a scalp cleaner, a foot cleanser. It has multiple uses it was dubbed paranormal. Now used mostly for spiritual properties, like cleansing. It's used to feed your gris gris bag (mojo bag) to keep it going, used to feed the spirit because of the alcohol and is oftentimes used in fire rituals (to start not to burn), in ceremonies and offerings, venerating our ancestors and the dead. It's a good ingredient used in a African spirituality religion like Vodou or Hoodoo. But it can also strip away [Example] If you cleaned yourself using florida water you are now cleaned of negative but what happens you are striped of your other workings like money drawing, and you can use a money cologne to help bring that back. Protection can be stripped away so doing a spiritual bath to bring it back. Always reply what you loss.

Peruvian Florida Water. This cologne is widely used by healers for purification, cleansing, healing, and protection. The Peruvian Florida Water has a sweet, and spicy scent. Different from traditional Florida Water. Because of its sweet scent if a good offering to Erzulie Freda. This is what you would see in Hispanic areas and botanicals but both are good.

Rose Cologne is used for peace and love It can be good to use when working or doing any love and attraction work or used as a offering to a spirit or deity of love. It can be sprinkle around the home or add to your mop with water for attraction.

Kolonia 1800 Natural Water. This is a nice alternative to Florida Water. It has a more manly scent to it and a different vibration. Used the same way to get rid of any spell and curses on your love life, sex life, or your luck etc. This Kolonia colone also come in different scents like 1800 Tobacco if one likes to work with native american spirits or ancestral spirits because probably 60 to 70% of people or spiritual practices deal with tobacco in some way. It's good for one self.

Kananga Water Cologne. A African word that it comes from Jamaica. Kananga water is mainly used for purification and for departed ancestors. Also dispel dark energy from a room, purification of one's spirit, energy, and ancestral communication.

Orange Blossom Cologne is good to use when you have a business to help draw customers. Sprinkle outside the front door, before opening.

The Siete Macho. Is used for spiritual and emotional guidance. It is also used to block or to send back and reverse negative energy, evil eye, hexes and curses. It has multiple uses.

Reve d'Or Lotion. Used to put an end to adverse conditions and open the way for luck, love, money, and happiness. This perfume scent is good for Erzulie Dantor.

Pompeia. Used in many spiritual baths and rituals, sometimes used in Vodou for love A good scent for Erzulie Freda.

Hoyt's Cologne. This is another good cologne. Is said that it's traditionally used in conjure and hoodoo. I can't really say that its used traditionally. But what ever was available alcohol wise was used.

Now it's great for feeding mojo bags and waking a High John Root.

LOTION FEUILLES D'HAITI (SIMBI COLOGNE) if you been reading my blog you know Water is part of the life source, and energies. Water is one of the four elements that Vodou initiates are taught to respect as natural spiritual forces; it covered the earth at the beginning of time, and separates the living from the world of the ancestors.

So I wasted to add this spiritual cologne to the list an original formula, created in Haiti by Monsieur Trouillot. It’s made with Saut d'Eau Water is French for "Waterfall" it stand approximately 100 feet high and is the tallest in Haiti.

It also has natural, select Haitian herbs. "Lotion Feuilles" cologne gets its name from "feuilles" which is French for leaves. These potent leaves are used by Vodouisants for their medicinal & therapeutic benefits.

It can also be added to Good Luck, Prosperity & Blessing Baths - there are so many ways to use this and it smells good.

Now there are a lot of simbi products but to get the waters from that fall make it that much more special.

Sandalwood Water. Is one of these items that was give to Christ. It's good if you do a lot of prayer work. Prayer circles, seances, spiritual baths even for ones self. I like the spiritual washes that has sandalwood, or frankincense and myrrh.

7 African Powers Cologne is a popular one.