#witch curse

[horrorcrawl]

Curse of the Crimson Altar (1968) 🕯️

Director: Vernon Sewell (Tigon British Film Productions) Genres: Mystery, Horror, Occult 🧙‍♀️ Notes: Christopher Lee, Boris Karloff, Rupert Davis, generational curse, witches, cult, great sets, sex/debauchery, nudity, FX kaleidoscope, hypnotism, Romance

Review: Film starts off with a great opening score then jumps to a whole lot of cultists in BDSM gear that I was not expecting right out the gate, these outfits were a hoot and a half to witness. This film is full of surprises and great sets. With a villainess that feels almost alien and a cast of fantastic horror legends, this film is full of witchcraft and sexy cult rituals! Overall I give Curse of the Crimson Altar (1968): Must Watch 😈

-Warnings for Folks- Nudity: You see quite a bit with strong sexual themes throughout (is rated R)

[nerdy-stilinski]

had a dream that Derek Hale was madly in love with me because of a magic curse 😔 Sam and Dean Winchester were also there ? I would say I can’t explain but. It’s fanfiction I’ve been reading too much fanfiction

[letsgethaunted]

The Witch Curse Murder of Christopher Case

Welcome to Episode 150: The Witch Curse Murder of Christopher Case! Christopher Case (also sometimes spelled in news media as “Christopher Chase”) was just an ordinary man in his 30s when an unlucky business trip changed the course of his life forever. While on this trip, a chance meeting with a mysterious woman in a bar resulted in a possible witch’s curse. From that moment on, Christopher was tormented by shadow people, demons, and ghosts who invaded his home and made his life a living hell. Friends watched helplessly as Christopher’s mental and physical health declined and his paranoia increased. At the end of the story, Christopher would be found dead in a dry bathtub surrounded by candles and salt. Was he really cursed? And if so, did the curse contribute to his death? Join us as we explore the details surrounding the Witch Curse Murder of Christopher Case.

[witch-cottage]

Guess who’s curse just came into fruition? Bro’s Dad straight up died.

[123passwort]

Sam in just a white shirt and grey sweatpants without briefs ??

.⋆｡Make Him Better Looking｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Truth serum plus hidden feelings and a major amount of lust for your best friend is bound to end well

Warnings: truth serum, reader is hornee, implied smut, size kink, Sam is taller than the reader, explicit thoughts, mutual pining, mentions of a hunt

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Falling in love with Sam had been easy- not only was he stupidly handsome with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and a killer body, but he was kind and he was smart. He loved with his whole soul and would do anything for anyone, even after all the shit he had been through. 

What hadn’t been easy, however, was just how horny you got every time you even thought of the giant hunter let alone be around him. If he was tracing lines in a book to keep his place, you thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of you. If he was working out, you wondered if he would make those same noises in bed. And worst of all was when he was talking animatedly about something, his entire body came alive with passion and excitement. His eyes sparkled and his smile was always huge. And yet all you could think about was having his face between your thick thighs, talking into your cunt as he feasted. 

Needless to say, you had absolutely destroyed your scant collection of toys and taken more cold showers than warm. Eventually, you had to reach your breaking point.

It had been a witch hunt in Arkansas that went slightly wrong. People all around town were suddenly compelled to tell everyone around them their darkest secrets, ruining their lives in the process. It was a pretty simple cut and dry witch who had some vendetta against liars so she was forcing everyone to tell the truth. You and Jody picked up the hunt as some kind of demented girl’s trip and it mostly went off without a hitch. At least until the witch got you with a truth spell right before the sheriff dropped her.

You had arrived back home with your mouth practically sewn shut in an attempt to keep yourself from telling the boys your innermost thoughts until the spell wore off (which Jody assured you that it would be a couple days at most). Claire and Alex already had their fun asking you questions that you could no longer lie in response to, leading to them learning why there’s a bottle of deluded bleach and air freshener in the back of the Impala and the ‘no tequila after midnight’ rule. 

Dean quickly discovered your ailment after you bluntly told him that his new orange flannel and grown out hair made him look like an oversized carrot, and he was determined to break you. But unfortunately for him, you were a hell of a lot smarter than him and could find ways to easily distract him.

You and Dean sat across from each other at the library table, eyes locked to each other as you both desperately tried not to blink. A game born out of desperation not to reveal your darkest secrets and childish rivalry but with a month’s worth of laundry on the line, the game was a matter of life or death. Your eyes burned as you struggled to keep them open but you refused to back down now, especially when Dean’s face had begun to turn red with the strain, you knew he was close to breaking.

Then, disaster struck. Right as his eyelids began to twitch with the need to blink, Sam walked into the library wearing a tight white shirt and grey sweatpants and obviously not wearing briefs. Immediately your mouth went dry as your concentration was broken. You didn’t even hear Dean cheer that he won, you just kept looking at his  brother who was now browsing the many shelves for something to read.

Dean rubbed at his eyes while glancing at his younger brother before sarcastically remarking. “Looking good Sammy.” Sam responded with a scoff, returning to his search and letting you get a glimpse of his perky backside.

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, spilling out of your dirty mind like an unstoppable river. “Goddamn, how about you bring that perfect ass over here and I’ll tell you how I can make you look even better.” Everyone froze, including you, and then you opened your mouth again. “You’d look hotter with me sitting on your face.”

Silence settled over the bunker, your veins filled with dread. “Oh god please ignore that I said that- well actually, I don’t want you to ignore it. I really do want to sit on your face but right now I really want to throw myself off a cliff. So I think I’m gonna go do that. Have a nice life boys.” You went to slip from your chair but suddenly your wide hips were pinned to the edge of the table but two huge hands.

Sam loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked down at you. “Now why would you go and do that when we could test your little theory.” Your breath caught in your throat. He dipped down, bringing his face to yours until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips. 

“I-“ You stammered. Wetness pooled between your thighs as he stepped even closer, pressing his hardening cock to your soft body. 

“Oh what is it baby? Can’t speak anymore? Don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop making sounds when my mouth is on your cunt.” He growled into your ear.

Neither you nor Sam noticed when Dean sprung to his feet and ran off into the depths of the bunker to escape the very obvious tension on the brink of exploding between you. Your fingers tentatively curled into his shirt, making his smile grow. “That’s a good girl, now how about you go to my room and get undressed. I wanna see if you get even more beautiful when you’re on top of me.” 

——————

Sam had always found you incredibly intoxicating but even more so now. You were dead asleep on his chest, your breaths even as you slumbered on. Sam took pride in your exhaustion considering he was the cause. He gently stroked the soft skin of your hip, tracing over the texture of your stretch marks delicately as to not wake you. 

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling closer to his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and with a great amount of care, slipped from your hold. You stirred only for a moment before settling once more. He dressed quietly and slipped out of his room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen drawing him in like a siren. “Morning.” He muttered as he wandered in, shooting his brother a glance. Dean nodded at him from his place at the small table, drinking his coffee silently.

As Sam poured two mugs of the bitter drink, he spoke again. “She was right, you know.” Dean hummed and looked up at him curiously. “I do look better when she sits on my face.”

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[sincerelystesichorus]

i have spent so long trying to place who astarion reminds me of

his dry little sarcastic bits gets me every time and like it's automatically funny but it felt so familiar...

this bastard.

and some more similar comparisons i think

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: children horror

[the-muppet-joker]

Sorry for the lack of posties! Daddy has been a little sicky! Daddy has had a curse placed on him by witches! Daddy may have to quit her job and move to Ohio! <3

[chillinglikeashilling]

I do think the funniest part of the Coven of Heart subclass in the WBN Witch class is that they can replace spell components with things like the laughter or tears of a loved one because I know the wizards fucking hate that shit.

I had to do the equivalent of a magical thesis defense, and memorize a million spells, and keep track of a trillion different spell components; and yet those fucking Witches with their TWEE BULLSHIT get to make their friend laugh instead of growing mushrooms under the exact right conditions in a process that can take months at a time and is incredibly easy to fuck up?

At that point me and the entire metaphorical concept of magic itself have to scrap.

[femmefruit]

pussy from a femme who never stops fucking talking

[horrorcrawl]

The City of the Dead / Horror Hotel (1960)💀

Director: John Llewellyn Moxey (Vulcan) Genres: Thriller, Mystery, Horror, Occult 💀 Notes: Witch's Curse, Christopher Lee, Devil Worship, Occult, Atmosphere, Set Design, Black/White Film🖤🤍

Review: I think this movie is great (thank you cousin for the recommendation), from the female lead following her own interests into the occult studies and finding clues to what's going down in the haunting little village of Whitewood, the roll of young Christopher Lee as mentor, the eerie mystery atmosphere and set design like you're watching a spooky campfire story come to screen there is a lot to love. Overall I give The City of the Dead(1960): Must Watch 🖤

[ad-caelestia]

curse removing wash

acts as both a banishment and a cleansing

ingredients

basil (protection)

thyme (cleansing; antimicrobial)

sage (protection + cleansing + banishing; antimicrobial)

rosemary (protection + banishing)

chamomile (cleansing + banishing + peace)

sea salt (protection + banishing)

lavender and eucalyptus oil (cleansing; just a few drops of each)

water

instructions (plan to use immediately; not meant to be stored for later use):

add dried herbs and sea salt to water, boil and reduce to a simmer until the water becomes fragrant and changes color

remove from heat and let cool - strain and pour into a container

add your essential oils, seal the container and shake well

proceed to add this mixture to your soapy mop bucket or spray some on windows, doors, and baseboards to be wiped down

pro tip

open your windows to let the negative energy escape your home as you clean

♡ luna

© 2025 ad-caelestia

[anuphim]

HEY HEY HEY !!!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEEEN

[ghost-of-an-artist-pp]

elphaba matching hats with her cursed boyfriend!

[chestersbraincell]

Being from the Slavic regions is so funny because one small inconvenience and you’re muttering/whispering rapid-fire expletives in your native language like you’re a witch/wizard/sorcerer/warlock whatever tf you wanna call it trying to hex the living fuck out of someone with the ancient tongue

[astra-ravana]

Cursing By The Moon

Dark/New Moon: Ruined beginnings, job/financial loss, bad health, depression, hopelessness, despair, fear

Waxing Crescent: Destruction, ruined plans, weakness, illness, ruin, sorrow

Waxing Gibbous: Bad luck, arguments, tension, chaos, accidents, injuries

Full Moon: Spiritual warfare, psychic attack, hauntings and possessions, nightmares, legal issues, loss of motivation/will power

Waning Gibbous: Addiction, ending relationships, stress, panic, emotional breakdowns

Waning Crescent: Mistakes, humiliation, bad choices, betrayal, butt of the joke, loneliness