#universal voodoo

[gent-illmatic]

The law of assumption

is a positive thinking technique that states that what you assume to be true becomes your reality. It suggests that your thoughts shape your reality, and that you can manifest anything by thinking and feeling as if you already have it. 

•Affirmations: Craft affirmations

•Repetition: Repeat positive affirmations

•Visualization: Visualize your achievements

•Start positively: Start each day with a positive assumption

•Self-care: Treat yourself with kindness and love, and give yourself what you want from others

•Meditation: Meditate every day or night

•Avoid negativity: Avoid gossip and television, and listen to music that makes you happy 

[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....

[trump666traitor]

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1-Black Penny

Summary: You grew up in the hustle and bustle of a city most of your life, so you packed your few belongings and headed straight to New Orleans. You hoped to live a simpler, quieter life on the Historic French Quarter. By day during the week, you helped manage Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo Shop and by nightfall you tended bar at Black Penny on the weekends.

You were aware mutants existed, and believed them to be just as ordinary as you but only with extraordinary abilities. After living a few years in NOLA, you had a knack of picking them out in a crowd and treated them no differently than you’d treat anyone else. You had many run in’s with mutants on Bourbon Street, but none as impactful as the day you ran into Remy LeBeau.

A/N: Character Intro, She/Her Pronouns, GambitX!FemaleReader, GambitX!NonMutant, RemyLeBeauX!FemaleReader, Mutants, Post Deadpool and Wolverine, Post Void, New Orleans, Alcohol, Pining, Creole/French to English Translation

(c) - Creole

(f)- French

*I just want to disclose I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie. I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my stories to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️) I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅) Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us enjoy it. Thanks so much*

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It was a particularly busy night at Black Penny. As live bounce music and jazz blared from the stage, patrons dance and socialize carelessly with each other while you hotfoot from one end of the bar to the other serving up shots and beers.

You approach a man waiting patiently, his face downward hovering over a stack of playing cards.

“What can I getchya?” You ask him.

He began twirling an ace of spades between his fingers.

“(c) Kisa mwen ka jwenn pou ou?” You repeat.

The man lifted his gaze to meet yours with a mischievous grin stretching across his face. An eerie magenta glow softly radiated from his irises causing your jaw to drop. Your stunned reaction spurred him, causing his smile to widen and his eyes to glow brighter as the whites of his eyes began to blacken.

“….woah.” You say under your breath.

The man chuckled, “(c) Ou dwe padone Gambit, cheri (You must pardon Gambit). When his eyes see somethin’ so (f)dulcet (beautiful), it be hard to hide it.”

You shook your head to refocus, “No need to apologize. This is a safe space for everyone. Just caught me off guard is all.”

You flash him a smile and a wink as he returned one to you, the whites of his eyes returning to ‘human’ version of normal and his irises became a shade of icy green.

“Nobody be lookin’ at me like dat wit’out runnin’ off. You weren’t scared?”

“Of course not. Takes a lot more than a pair of flashy eyes on a handsome face to scare me away.” You state.

He laughed as he adjusted in his seat.

“Dats good, dats good.” He said as he leaned forward on the surface of the bar.

“What are you drinking, Gambit?” You ask again.

“Sazerac. (c) Mèsi, cheri. (Thank you, darling).”

You bring the gentleman a rocks glass fixed neat with the amber-red reserve bourbon. He gingerly raised the glass to his nose, inhaling the oak wood barrel scent with hints of cherry, caramel, apples, and tobacco.

He hummed with satisfaction, “(c) Manyifik (Magnificent).”

You nod, then turn to walk away.

“Remy.” You hear him call to you.

“Pardon?” You say as you turn back to him.

“The name’s Remy LaBeau.” He reiterated cooly after taking a sip from his glass.

He averted his eyes to you, awaiting your name. You grin back.

“Y/F/N.”

“(c) Kontan rankontre ou, Y/F/N (Pleased to meet you).”

You feel your face go red as you laugh nervously.

“Same.” You managed to say before scurrying to the other end of the bar to wait on other customers.

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Remy sat quietly in his spot at the bar the entire evening, only ever looking up from his deck of Mavericks to catch a glance of you as you pass him. The crowd started to thin out as last call was announced.

“One for the road, Remy?”

He beamed at you, “Oui, cheri. If you join me for one.”

You smile coyly, “I gotta close up, chief. How about this; I’ll bring you another Sazerac on the house, and I’ll take a rain check?”

You see the magenta glimmer in his eyes again.

“I like the soun’ of dat, cheri.”

You smile and nod then turn to the counter behind you to prepare his drink. You set it in front of him as he placed a $100 in front of you.

“You only had two. That’s too much.”

“(c) Pran li (Take it). For your generosity an’ da company.” Remy insisted.

You beam at him, “(c) Ou twò janti (You’re too kind).”

He stood up from his stool, and fixed his collar on his leather trench.

“Until next time, mon cher.” He said smiling while standing tall opposite you.

“Orevwa, Remy. I’ll see you around.” You reply sweetly as you feel your cheeks heat up again.

“(c) Mwen pwomèt ou pral (I promise you will).” He purred in his heavy honeyed Cajun accent.

He bowed, then turned on his heel to exit the bar. You released a deep exhale as if you hadn’t taken a breath since having met him that night.

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*I know this was a short one and I plan on a chapter 2. I’m just dipping my toe in the water here to see what feedback I get* 🥰

[sacred-goddess7]

I’m glad I could do the things I love 😊💕🫶

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[lustringcharlieau]

Hey, long time no see! Today I bring you the controversy king - Alastor the Radio(?) Demon!

As I already mentioned before, my reading of Overlords is different. They are, mostly, OLD. Alastor is no exception, in fact, he was one of the first successful overlords in Hell, who was once close to Lucifer, Lilith and Eve.

So what's his deal? Alastor's real name is long lost in memory lane. He died around 500 B.C. somewhere in Ancient Greece. He was a shady figure that used miscommunication to indirectly kill people, or watch them suffer. He got away from justice and died while wandering the woods, when a hunter mistook him for a deer and shot in the heart.

Alastor kept using his skills of communication and miscommunication in Hell. He created the first alarming and surveillance systems using his acquired souls as transceivers.

Now speaking of design. Stable parts of his design are deer features and blood stains on hands. In general, I decided that Alastor, when summoned by a mortal, would choose to keep some of his summoners' appearance. He would change it alongside a small part of his personality every once in a century. You know, that's how immortals have fun. His last persona is a radio host serial murderer that summoned Alastor to get rid of evidence in exchange for all the souls of those he killed (except those who went into Heaven) and his own.

Alastor is fascinated by radio and believes that it is the superior communication tool. After he found out it exists, he adopted the nickname "Radio Demon", omitting his previous alias "Miscommunication Demon". He uses his monocle as both a receiver and a mic. So yeah, no one-eyed staffs, everything's pocket-sized.

Ten years prior to the main events, Alastor gets injured during the extermination, and Vox, one of the younger overlords, uses his weakness to take the majority of Alastor's souls and his title as one of the most powerful overlords. Alastor went into hiding for sometime, only to reappear and meet Charlie, Lucifer's previously-hidden daughter...

[weathermanone]

WildCATS 7 (2023) by Matthew Rosenberg & Stephen Segovia 

Cover: Clay Mann (variant)

[vialofarsenic]

what if I said I have an au with the creepies and the haunteds and the lifers..

and where

Jimmy...

isn't exactly a toy.

Would anyone be interested in hearing?

[greenwallflower]

[african-spirituality]

THE HIDDEN ALCHEMY: A JOURNEY FROM IGNORANCE TO ENLIGHTENMENT

When most people hear the term “alchemy,” they think of the ancient practice of attempting to transform base metals into gold. However, alchemy also holds a deeper, more esoteric interpretation: the transformation of the soul from ignorance to enlightenment. Many alchemists believed that true enlightenment lay in individual awakening rather than salvation through the Church. This spiritual aspect…

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Sew Be It Day

Person A has an overly nice partner, Person B, so created a voodoo doll of Person B so they can help Person B stand up for themself when Person A isn’t there - with Person B’s approval.

[Overflow prompts for today's obscure holidays is available on Patreon!]

[trump666traitor]

[redcell6]

Uncanny Avengers #1

illustrated by Daniel Acuña

[sacred-goddess7]

..Where you come to unlock main character energy 🙏🏾🧘‍♂️📿🕯️🌱

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[liriel73]

good morning world! today for the superhero alphabet with the letter V: Doctor Voodoo (Uncanny Avengers); for you

[treverscottcameron]