#voodoo transformation

[idesofrevolution]

Friends on the Other Side

Ted looked down at his watch, of course the flight was delayed. It's not as if he were on a time crunch anyway, a few weeks off in Miami and Key West would be exactly the right way to spend his hard earned vacation time. He'd always been a workhorse, barely eating, barely sleeping, just going hard every day for the last nine months until he was a zombie: skin and bones. All those hours added up, and thank god he'd been able to use them against his boss-all in all he'd accumulated 14 days of vacation days, and it was finally time to cash in.

It seemed, however, that Delta had different plans. The flight was now delayed almost an hour thanks to "difficulties" in Atlanta and Ted was then left to occupy himself in the terminal for the next 45-50 minutes. He sighed, the thought of the white sandy beaches and rolling turquoise waves was beckoning to him from the vast beyond. He'd be there soon enough. Pulling out his phone, he did what any self-respecting 20 something year old twink would do: he checked Scruff. Sighing with exasperation, he opened the app to an immediate fifteen messages- most of them from pictureless or torso profiles. Though, some of them were rather nice lookin.

His options were limited to whoever was flying in and out of the airport, unfortunately, so that knocked the options down to only a single man. A torso, but it was a nice lookin' torso. Cobbled abs, meaty pecs, tattoos all over. Yummy yummy. Smiling, he opened the message.

BARONSAMEDI: Hey there baby, what brings you to Scruff tonight?

TEDDYTWINK: Looking for a good use of an hour or so. Flight Delay.

BARONSAMEDI: Quite a bit you can do in an hour.

TEDDYTWINK: What can you do in an hour? ;)

BARONSAMEDI: Why don't I just show you?

Ted felt his cheeks blush. He was slick, a nice change from the immediate three unflattering dick pics and a "hey." Not to mention it'd been a minute since he'd actually had the energy to... enjoy some company. He looked up at the clock, 45 minutes in counting. Then there's boarding, so maybe another ten minutes or so? As he sat there trying to justify what he'd been looking to do, the man messaged back.

BARONSAMEDI: Concourse C. I'll be in the mens room. Third stall. If you're curious, of course.

Ted was in Concourse C, and the mens room was only about four gates down. Perhaps it was the proximity that convinced him, or the large time window, or more likely than not, the mysterious man's confident energy itself. He smiled, closing his phone and gathering his belongings. Stacking his bags, he rolled down the long hallway, past gates for Minneapolis, St. Louis, Bangor, and Seattle before finally arriving at the men's room. He quietly walked into the bathroom, finding it completely devoid of occupants. He'd never seen an airport bathrom entirely empty before- perhaps he just hit it right. The rolling of his suitcase's wheels against the tile floor loudly echoed in the cavernous room, and as he arrived in the third stall.

Gingerly peering into the floor gap from above, he could see two huge black combat boots standing behind the door. You know what they say- big feet... big, oh you know. A gentle tap was all it took for the the lock to click open, as Ted did one last sweep of the bathroom before sneaking in and closing the door. Turning around, he saw the occupant, his companion for the next hour.

"Well hello there, my pet." Before him stood a man, large and imposing; two dead, white eyes peered at him behind a dark skull visage. His voice seemed to echo in a low sultry growl, and his accent made him rather hard to understand. "What's the matter, never met the boogeyman before?" The lights seemed to darken around the man as he cackled, leaving a black, empty void surrounding them. He pulled out a cigar, smiling as he lit it with the snap of his fingers. Smiling, he blew the smoke in Ted's shocked face, as he bent down to speak to him at eye level. "I have a proposition for ya, my child."

Ted was terrified, the being before him was not of this world, he was from the great beyond and past our comprehension. There was a strange energy about the man: smooth, flirtatious, suave, with an ounce of danger lurking beneath. The way he looked at Ted... as if he were fucking him with his eyes and that smirk, it was a difficult dichotomy for him to comprehend. Though, as he stood there, cowering in awe and fear, a lingering curiosity grew within him. What did this creature... this being... want with just a normal dude like him? The man leaned in closer, blowing another puff of thick cigar smoke in his face, a probing look across his skeletal face.

"Wha... what did you have in mind?" The man stood upright again, towering above Ted in the dark expanse, letting his long split tongue lick his plump, painted lips. He seemed to lean against the nothingness, a glass of dark rum manifesting itself in thin air into his inked hand.

"Well, it's really quite simple. You're lookin' for a good time, a nice vacation on the beach, maybe make sure some good lookin' fellas end up in the bed at the end of the day. You want to be able to snatch a fella like that with just the snap of your fingers. You want to be strong, and hard, and virile, and get that goood ass. Do I paint an accurate picture?" The sting of truth rang through Ted. Every word was correct. He cautiously nodded his head, still skeptical of the sinister spirit. "Now all I want to do is have a little fun myself, ya feel me? I want a little some of that action, you know what I'm saying? Now I'm all about helping a lost, sad little man like you when he's down in the dumps. But I don't work for free."

An air of menace fell over the duo, and the tension seemed to only grow between them. The spirit looked at him from nearly every angle, as if he were examining produce at the market to find the best one, and he seemed to be pleased.

"What are you proposing, then, sir?" Ted's voice shuddered, be it fear or pure adrenaline. He himself was not sure of his thoughts- this eldritch spirit with the energy of a lusting horn dog was offering him a once in a lifetime deal... perhaps he'd at least hear the terms?

"Only that we may share our experiences with eachother. I will provide you with the tools you need to, shall we say, seal the deal. And in return, you merely allow me to have a little fun of my own along the way." The terms were unclear at best, and duplicitous at worst. That seemed to be in line with the ambiguous intention that the spirit exuded. "Do we have a deal?" The man extended his long, boney hand, the subtle whispers in the dark encouraging him to 'take the deal, take his hand, do it, do it.' Ted, perhaps blinded by the prospect of him being some sort of casanova stud, exhaled deeply as he grasped the calloused, rough hand he'd been offered. He accepted.

The quiet whispers in the room quickly turned to maniacal laughter, as the spirit smiled wickedly at his naive prey. His split tongue ran down Ted's cheek as it tickled it's way down his neck. Ted's clothes faded into the endless oblivion, where he now stood naked and vulnerable. The grip on his hand started to tighten until it felt as if his skin was being seared by the scalding heat. The spirit cackled, the smoke from his cigar wafed around them, obscuring Ted's sight. Within seconds, through a small clearing in the smoke, the spirit's fist flew toward his face with no time to react. All Ted could do was close his eyes and prepare for impact, but to his absolute shock and horror, there was no collision whatsoever. He felt a tightening in his neck, as if there were a frog in his throat. Opening his eyes, he saw what was causing this sensation.

The spirit's arm, submerged into his gaping mouth up to his elbow, and continuing to sink deeper. As more and more of the spirit began to push past his lips, the mans body began to dissipate into a thick fog of almost liquid smoke as it rushed down into Ted's gullet. The taste of ignited tobacco, spiced rum, marijuana, and musky sweat overwhelmed his tongue until it was all he could sense. Holding his breath held no resistance, as the spirit continued to effortlessly push further and further into him, the last of the rubbery smoke flapping around as it whipped down into his mouth.

Ted looked down at himself, a strange green aura began to emit from all around his body, while within him, the spirit's deep, low laughter now bellowed loudly. He looked down as what looked like tendrils began to snake around beneath his skin, protruding out as they squirmed.

"Well, well, well." The spirit's voice boomed from deep inside his chest. "You must be enjoying yourself, Ted. Not much of a fight I must say. Now, as I am a man of my word..." The tendrils snaked down his arms, squiggling their way toward his fingers. Ted began to scream, but as the smoke filled the entirety of his hand, he now found it clasped tightly over his mouth. It began to pulsate as it started to grow and bulk, thick slabs of muscle seemlingly inflating from his very bones, and within moments, it looked nothing like what used to be. His hands were now thick, wide, and calloused, capping off an arm with bulging biceps and triceps dangling from a rock hard deltoid. Ted let out a gasp, pleasantly surprised as his arm flexed all on it's own, a salty wet musk pouring from his pit. "You are enjoying yourself, Ted. No more fighting. Just let me do my work- you won't be disappointed.

A flood of tan washed down his skin from his head to his toes, as the rest of his body began to creak and crack. Tendrils shot out from ever direction, squeezing into Ted's lanky extremeties and inflating them with thick, cut muscle. His shoulders broadened, and his pecs pillowed out of his chest, a light dusting of hair sprouting down his individually popping abs. His right arm swelled to match the other in tone and size, Ted smiling eagerly as his thick knuckles cracked at the sheer force of his fist. Shooting up to an impressive 6'10, Ted's legs burst with mass, ballooning outward and hardening into thick thighs, a tight ass, and chiseled calves. Bursting out of his shoes, high arched size 17's now rounded out his physique, emanating a strong funky musk of their own and keeping all 230 pounds of cut mocha colored muscle steady and supported.

Feeling the final changes settling in, he waited with bated breath as his face began to contort and pinch, squelch and crack. His throbbing cock stretched outward, pressing against the skin tight jeans that encased his lower half, finally peeking it's slimy uncut head out the top, eventually letting the 11 inch monster leak it's pre all across his hard abdomen. Ted opened his eyes, and looked down.

He was an adonis- the jacked, sultry heart throb kind that he'd see on modeling campaigns and pornos. Within his head, Ted profusely thanked his grantor, absolutely dying to explore his new body and see what it could do. Though, it seemed the spirit had other plans. Ted felt a wave of goosebumps flow over his skin, and his new plump lips crack a mischevious side grin. The sly spirit within was not finished, it was now time for Ted to pay up.

"This is my masterpiece, Ted. You should be proud." The spirits dark, deep voice bellowed out of his mouth now while his hands groped and prodded ever delicious ounce of man meat. "But now it's time to pay up, my friend." Ted, now reduced to a mere soul acting as a passenger in his former body's mind, felt the spirit's presence tightening around him. Compressing him. "Now, just let me get a bit more comfortable." The pressure was mounting, building and building against his intangible soul until he felt a small prick. That's all it took for the spirit to flood into the kid's soul. He gleefully grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it as he took this body for himself. Ted felt the very core of the loa merging with his consciousness, as if his last bit of individuality was being slipped on like a costume. His fear was slowly replaced by cockiness and confidence. The feeling of lust overwhelmed him; debaucherous and filthy kinks flooded his mind as the loa inserted himself into Ted.

Intricate tattoos began to be burnt onto his skin, starting from his smelly toes and crawling all the way up his body. Breathlessly jacking his cock, animalistic growls and grunt escaped his mouth, the green cloudy aura grew stronger, now filled with the sharp scent of musk, booze, and tobacco. Nearing climax, the loa took one final moment to absorb the last of Ted, truly becoming one with him. And with an animalistic roar, he shot stream after stream of his thick, gloopy load, pooling into a small sea of cum around his bare feet. His eyes shot open, now a dead white, and his tongue split in two as the last of his ink finalized on his face, the pattern of a skull sublty hidden in it's design. The baron let out a gutteral laugh, as he tickled his sweaty pits with his forked tongue.

"Thanks, Ted. It's a win win. You have the body you've always wanted, and I get to enjoy the land of the living, with all the dick, ass, and pussy that I can take." The loa snapped his fingers, manifesting a string of protection beads, a purple chiffon shirt, and massive combat boots to deck out his sexy new form.

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"Final call for boarding on Flight 1102 with service to Miami." The young desk attendant hung up the speakerphone. Only one no-show, not the worst turnout, and only one person that he'd have to get cussed out by. As he typed away at the computer, preparing the gate for takeoff, he caught a gentle whiff of a strange smell. Sweet, salty, sharp... was someone smoking? Before he could look up to find out himself, a hand slammed a boarding pass down onto the desk in front of him. The young man looked up, only inches away from the final passenger's devilishly sexy face.

"Got caught up in the bathroom, my bad, baby." The desk attendant shivered at the sound of his voice, deeper than the ocean and darker than night. Gazing into the piercing grey eyes that stared into his very soul, he felt entirely lost in them. Mindlessly, he stamped the boarding pass, not breaking eye contact for a single moment. The man smiled, biting his lower lip as he sized up the flight attendant. "Thanks, baby. You know how it is. Man's got needs and tension he has to let out. I got a bit left over for a special someone." The man gently caressed the attendant's cheek with his rough fingers. "If you happen to need a release of your own, I'll be ready for you." His split tongue slid between his pearly white teeth, as he took the boarding pass from the attendant and started down the jetway, the trailing green mist wafting behind him as he strode.

#male possession #body possession #spirit possession #male transformation #male tf #body transformation #racial transformation #musk #original #voodoo #loa #spirit #baron samedi #gay possession #gay transformation #tattoos #punkification #jockification

[bluebanana-art]

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

#marilyn monroe #dress #transformation #voodoo #hazbin hotel #vivziepop fanart #vivziepop #fanart #drawing #clothes #evil #family #Happy #Hell #hobby #magic #niffty #pencil #Redemption #cyclops girl

[in-the-airducts]

The war is over, go home.

#transformers #maccadams #my art #optimus prime #optimus #tf idw #the other one is my dude #oc #his names radon #hes based off a mcdonnell f 101 voodoo #and hes nuclear fighter bomber and reconnaissance aircraft

[whatwooshkai]

Nowhere To Go But Up Chapter Four: Creature

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

Starscream and Skyfire encounter something... new.

#tf nowhere but up #vampire voodoo bullshit #transformers fic #maccadam #my fic #transformers #fic update #horror #action and adventure #tf fic #starscream x skyfire #starscream #skyfire #it's getting real now #woosh fic

[colourstreakgryffin]

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

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

Husk- Daddy’s Little Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“DADDY! HELP ME!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel characters #vivziepop hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel imagine #husker x reader #hazbin husker #husk #husker hazbin hotel #husk x reader #husk short story #husker short story #overlord husk #vivziepop #father short story #father husk #father husker #father husk x reader #father #protective father #dad husk #father husker x reader #short story #angst short story #angst imagines #hazbin angst

[ryanclaremont]

power of love.

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

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

Ryan hopes she doesn't lose him.

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

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

#impara17: power of magic

[shygirl4991]

Coffee Prince and The Frog Prologue

A Collab with @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa

Art for this chapter cover included done by @alianarepasa Next Chapter Kid SMG3 and Family Reference by alianarepasa SMG4 and SMG3 Outfit Reference by Lizaluvsthis Summary: SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on  a journey that will change their lives forever. 

Tags: slow burn, inspired by Disney princess and the frog, love confessions, falling in love, animal transformation, adopted family relationship, fluff, angst, voodoo

In a mansion deep in the mushroom kingdom lives the Fungo family, a small rich family where twin boys lived with their father Bootleg and mother lady Rosea. A knock was heard echoing through the mansion late in the night. One of the servants runs to the door and opens it only to see a basket with a baby inside, she runs to grab the lord of the house. He steps outside and picks up the child confused, seeing the note tape to the blanket he reads it “SMG3? What a strange name for a child,” the baby's eyes open catching the man's attention. When his eyes met with the child's ruby red eyes it was over, he walked inside screaming to his wife “HONEY WE HAVE A NEW SON!” “WE WHAT!?” she yells back startled by the sudden news.

Nine years passed since then, the castle was shrouded in darkness as the lord of the house mourned the loss of his wife. He looked at the family photo and knew he had to be strong for his sons, the struggle was the youngest. Over time the twins Mario and Luigi started to act more like themselves, but that young boy he took in was becoming trouble. He walks around the house and notices black paint staining the floor, he sighs following it and catches the child painting his crown. “Three, what are you doing?” the child freezes as he slowly turns and gives him a smirk as he flashes his golden crown now with a skull on it “I was fixing my crown, gold is so lame but now look how awesome it looks!” He squints at his son before letting out a sigh “Three that crown just wont work, we come from an important family you can't just walk around with a skull on your crown!” SMG3 pouts cleaning up the extra paint on the crown then stares at the skull on it. After a few moments of thinking he placed it on his head “Then maybe i want to do my own thing! Mom always told me being different isn't bad.”  Three gives his father a smile only to lose it when Bootleg snatches the crown from his head “I will get this cleaned, now get ready it's almost story time you know your brother hates to miss it.” 

He watches his father walk away and sighs as he drags himself to Luigi’s room, seeing his younger brother Luigi pull Three in for a hug causing the younger sibling to panic and struggle to break free from the sudden affection. Luigi let's go giving a bright smile to him “Why so down?” “Dad didn't like my idea of adding a cool design to our crowns, what's wrong with wanting a skull on my crown! Ugh now he is going to read us gross love stories.” he groans sitting on the floor. He never cared for fairy tales; he rather sat down and read scary stories then listened to how some chick gave up her life for a dude she fell for to be happy with someone else. Luigi frowns “But love stories are amazing Three, the idea of going on some grand adventure with someone and falling for them how does that sound gross?” SMG3 lays on the floor staring at the green curtains thinking on how to explain to his brother. 

“If I learn anything from these stories dad read us, romance is all flowers and sunshine you have to sacrifice everything for some random person cause oh no my heart skips a beat! Maybe go get checked by a doctor if your heart is doing that idiot!”  Once he was done explaining he closed his eyes waiting for a reaction. His brother sighs sitting next to him “I think finding that certain someone is amazing, someone that just understands you where no one else can.” 

It took Three everything in him to not make a sarcastic remark, he opened his eyes and stared at the door. His father was taking too long meaning that Mario found the stash of pasta in the mansion again, his older brother was never the same after eating spaghetti in that party they went to last week. All he ever talks about is how he wants more spaghetti then throws a tantrum if he doesn't get any, if anything would be a fun fairytale to read it be the love story with his brother and the food.

The door swings open revealing their father with Mario tied up behind him “Story time kids!” Mario shakes his head trying to worm himself away “NO THAT'S GAY!” their father sighs, picking up the child “Mario don't say things like that around Three!” “Too late my mind has been filled with so much i dont think Mario’s high IQ talk can save me,” he chuckles earning a glare from his father.

He drops Mario next to his siblings as he takes out a book “Today’s story is princess and the frog,” hearing the title Three gets up excited, he remembers how his mother used to read him the story before bed. He never did understand how throwing a frog to a wall helped break a curse but it worked so who was he to judge how magic works. His dad smiled at him, surprised to see the young one finally interested in a story, as he kept reading that excitement was draining from the child's face.  Three was now laying on the floor asking for someone to take him away from the cringe, Luigi was in love with the story, and Mario was trying to eat the rope to break free. 

“The ugly little frog looked up with sad, round eyes and pleaded ‘oh please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!’ the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature and kissed him!” He smiles at the kids to see their reaction. Luigi giggled at the sweet story while SMG3 sat there eyes wide at his father, Mario gave up on escaping and fell asleep during the story.

Luigi got up and hugged his dad. “That was an amazing story, I hope I meet my frog prince.” SMG3 shakes his head running up to his older brother “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! KISSING A FROG WHAT IF YOU GET WARTS!" Three stare’s with disgust. Luigi shakes his head "Frogs don't give warts three," he turns to his brother "DOES SHE KNOW THAT?"

Luigi giggles at his brother's panic and pulls him into a hug “When it comes to love why not take that risk! Maybe you will get it when you meet your frog prince and or princess!”  SMG3 blushes trying to escape the hug, the thought of kissing a frog grossed him out and had no idea why his brother wanted to curse him with a frog. Their father chuckles, “Hey the princess won at the end the frog became a handsome prince!” 

Finally free from the hug Three glares at his father “Yeah cause man i just met that was a frog a second ago really yells marriage material!”  Bootleg sighs slamming the book shut “When you hit your twenties i expect you to change that tone!” SMG3 pouts at his fathers stern tone before they all get told to go to bed. Mario cheers being set free and runs off full speed on the hunt, Bootleg sighs as he starts to chase after Mario. SMG3 waves goodbye at his brother before heading to his room, changing into his skull pj’s he hops into bed and smiles softly at his frog plush “Oh Terrance, when will dad get that these fairytales are so lame! You know…mom understood,” he hears a bark making him sit up and squeal “Come here!” a small egg shaped dog jumps into Three’s arms excitedly. He loves his brother’s but there is nothing more comforting than a cuddle session with Eggdog. 

Slowly he falls asleep with Eggdog in his arms not hearing the door to his room open, Mario looks around and sneaks in, taking SMG3 plushie and running out of the room giggling. The door slams, waking Three up, he looks around the room with Eggdog and notices his plushie missing “What?” Mario was giggling as he thought of a perfect prank to do to his twin, since his brother was so into kissing frogs he was going to get his brother to kiss the frog plushie. The twist is he will have put hot sauce on the lips of the plushie, he keeps sneaking down the hallway till he hears barking. Turning around his eyes go wide seeing SMG3 charging down the hallway “HEY! LEAVE TERRANCE ALONE!” Mario takes a step back before running away from Three. 

Three growls as he charges at his older brother “Give him back!” Eggdog catches up biting Mario’s pants, in one swift movement Three grabs the arm of the plushie. SMG3 glares at Mario “LET GO MARIO YOUR GONNA BREAK IT YOU IDIOT!” Then it happens, the arm starts to tear causing Three’s eyes to go wide. Before he has a chance to let go the arm of the frog plush arm rips off, SMG3 falls to his knees with the arm in his hands. His eyes start to water causing Mario to panic “Mario can fix it look!” He takes the arm from Three and tries to shove the arm back into the plush. His attempt to fix the plushie only broke it more, seeing this Three break into tears “I HATE YOU MARIO!”

Panicking he runs and grabs his twin “LUIGI! SMG3 IS CRYING HELP!” Luigi sees the broken plush and pulls three for a hug “It’s okay Three dad can buy you a new one.” Hearing this, Three pulled away and wiped his tears glaring at his older brother “I don't want a new one! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND WHY DO YOU ALL THINK BUYING STUFF FIXES EVERYTHING!” he grabs his broken plushie and runs off to his room crying.

He sits on his bed wiping his tears, there had to be a way to fix his buddy. He sniffs as he thinks to himself, he walks to a drawer and gets tape “It’s okay Terrance i will fix ya buddy, Eggdog guard the door and don't let those people in.” Bootleg runs out of his room to see two of his sons panicking in the hallway, he pinches the bridge of his nose before calming them down. “Okay you two why are you freaking out in the hallway..did Mario do the pasta prank again?” He looks at his two kids. They go silent and seem scared, slowly he turns looking at the black door down the hallway “What did you two do to Three?” The twins both start speaking at the same time explaining what happened to the plushie making the man sigh as he walks over to Three’s room. 

He knocks on the door, Eggdog starts barking letting the child know someone was there annoyed he finishes taping the arm back on to his plushie. He then opens the door surprised to see his father “Heard about Terrance, you know son i have told you before that broken things are better off replaced but since this is Terrance i will get someone to fix him.” SMG3 looks up at his father with excitement “REALLY!?” Bootleg chuckles and pats his son's head “Yes, and I think you're old enough to finally pick your family hat, I'm thinking purple letter T?” 

Three pouts “No..that's lame i'm not like Mario and Luigi, can i just finally pick something thats…me?” Bootleg wasnt a fan of that idea knowing what the child might pick. After some thought he nods, Three jumps in excitement and hugs his father. 

The next day SMG3 dressed up making sure his vest was on right, they all stood together for a family portrait before heading out. Three was excited to pick out his hat, as far as he knows the families that have any kind of royal connections get a hat that they wear till the moment they get married and get a crown as a replacement. He didn't care so much about the crown, but the idea of having a hat made for him and no one can say anything about it excited him. That was till they arrived and all he was shown were classy hats that looked too fancy for his taste, he turned looking at his older brothers wearing their hats and frowns.

He sighs walking around the shop when he notices a halloween section, where his eyes meet with a purple cap with a skull on a black background on it. He picks it up and puts it on his head, he runs off to his father showing the hat “I found it! My forever hat!”  His father frowns seeing the skull on it “You…sure?” He gave a bright smile to his father, unable to say no to the smile he walked up to the cashiers and bought the hat. Three hugs his dad “I love you dad!” Bootleg chuckles hugging his son back. What they didn't know was this year was the last year SMG3 and his father would be this close. 

Twelve years later The alarm rings, a now twenty one year old SMG3 smacks it off and gets out of bed. He picks up his hair in a ponytail and washes his face, after brushing his teeth he puts on his casual wear, can never beat the classic overall look. He gives a quick smooch to Eggdog as he dashes into the kitchen to grab something fast to eat. Mario was already deep into his spaghetti while Luigi was waiting at the table to hand his brother his lunch for work. Three dashes into the kitchen and takes the lunch “Thanks, and Bootleg doesn't know where I'm working yet right? I need to warn my friends soon about him ugh.” Luigi giggles, giving Three a small pat. “He acts the way he does because you are so much like mom, he is worried you might get in trouble.”

SMG3 rolls his eyes “The only thing that asshole cares about is marrying us off, no thank you! Now work calls later losers!”  He gives his brothers a peace sign before leaving the mansion, he shivers slightly feeling the wind. He didn't mind feeling the cold after all he got to pick what to wear, not his overbearing father, he starts his walk to work humming to himself his favorite song from the beetlejuice musical. He pauses when he sees a crowd of women cheering excitedly, turning his head he sees a fancy ship was arriving “Oh yeah, that idiot prince is coming over ugh great these fangirls are going to make me late!” he looks around and chuckles as he lights a small firework that was in his pocket and tossed it. The firework then lands on a fire hydrant exploding and breaking it causing the water to splash on the crowd, he laughs seeing everyone running from the water worried about their makeup. Some of the women notice him and glare “Of course you would do this Three, why do you always have to bother us!?”

SMG3 shrugs “I don't know Belle, why don't you start using waterproof eye liner like I do,” she flips him off in which he returns the favor as he runs off to work. As he arrives Bob smacks his back “ABOUT TIME THE BOSS HAS BEEN BITCHING ABOUT YOU.” Three frowns as he looks at the back room, slowly he approaches and sees no one there but a frog toy. He picks up the toy to hear Bob laughing behind him “GET PRANKED! HEARD A RUMOR YOU HAVE A THING FOR FROGS!” SMG3 turns and tosses the toy at Bob “Countdown from five cause I'm going to kick your ass!” 

In a panic bob runs out of the room leaving Three alone, he sighs and sits on the couch “Thanks Luigi for telling people about our dad always reading that stupid story,” he takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it to reveal a drawing he did of a cafe “Remember why your doing this Three, we will own our dream cafe and no one can stop us. We will earn this, I will never accept his help.” His eyes drop to the frog toy in front of him and chuckles “And I don't need to kiss any frogs either!”  with that he gets up and gets ready for work. 

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[dumbass-duo-showdown]

Ahem ahem

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Group 1!

Uhh btw some of these were put on one day accidentally

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GROUP 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ontario Pipping Plovers (birbs from canada) vs Kaminari Denki & Ashido Mina (My hero academia)

Rin Okumura & Kuro (blue exorcist) vs Adam Blampied & Sullivan Beau Brown (No barrels rolled)

Chip & Gillion aka Fish and Chips (just roll with it) vs Josuke Higashikata & Yasuho Hirose aka Yasugap (jojo's bizarre adventure)

Soldier & Demoman (team fortress 2) vs Cuphead & Mugman (the cuphead show)

Nott/Veth & Jester (critical role the mighty nein) vs Troy & Abed (community)

Walter White & Jessie Pinkman (breaking bad) vs Barbie & Ken (barbie life in a dreamhouse)

Cuddles & Toothy (happy tree friends) vs Heath Burns & Hoodude Voodoo (monster high)

Pete Wentz and Gabe Saporta (bandom) vs Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Nie Huaisang (MDZS/the untamed)

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[fafnir19]

Doll-boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This story was inspired by an idea of @objectifiedhimbo

#personality change #musclegrowth #gay to straight #unconscious #mind control #voodoo

[tempelbeast]

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

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

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

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

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

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel overlords #alastor #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #vox the tv demon #hazbin hotel reimagined #my art

[shiroisotto64]

can you do headcanons for alastor x evil, psychopathic witch overlord reader who does whatever she wants when they want and is genuinely a terrifying person, also they always wear pink and has pink magic and takes the form of a pink rabbit, she/they pronouns?

Your unpredictability is intriguing to him honestly. You always have a way of living things up! This is at the despair of everyone else tho. You keep him entertained and everyone else on their feet.

He’d heard about you through rumors and set out to make a “Good” first impression and he was a bit surprised at how you presented yourself. Not in an bad way he could appreciate your taste in style. And witches weren’t exactly common in hell.

His interest in you grew and that’s how a partnership grew. Both of you were unpredictable and were exactly the most trustworthy demons in hell so at first you both kept each other at an arms length. Especially since alastor barley showed his hand.

Whenever you transform into a bunny if allowed he walks around with you in his arms. He’s surprisingly gentle with you and gently teases you when he finds you in such a state.

Al has absolutely asked about your magic and spells. With him being well informed on voodoo he was interested in what you were capable of but if you revealed nothing he’d just opt to watch quietly and figure out on his own.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x Reader #ask #anon

[propheticeve]

Black American trance work : Shouting

The evolution of the ring shout serves as proof of resilience, creativity, and the enduring connection between faith and culture. The ring shout is not just a dance; it's a sacred form of expression that bridges the realms of the earthly and the divine. Unique to the Hoodoo and Christian faiths, the ring shout has a complex history that mirrors the multifaceted nature of Black spirituality in the United States.

The history of the ring shout is as diverse as the regions and church denominations in which it thrives. In a society where African Americans were subjected to the oppressive forces of slavery and its accompanying suppression of cultural practices, the ring shout emerged as a form of worship that allowed a connection with the divine, even when drumming and dancing were prohibited in many church settings.

One of the defining features of the ring shout is its minimalistic approach to musical accompaniment. Unlike many religious dances, the ring shout typically relies on clapping and stomping as opposed to musical instruments. This made it permissible within church contexts after the formal worship, opening the door for spiritual expression that was otherwise suppressed.

The earliest recorded encounters with the ring shout by outsiders occurred during the Civil War in 1861, particularly in the coastal regions of Georgia and South Carolina. It was during this tumultuous period that the world began to witness the profound spiritual and cultural significance of the ring shout.

In contemporary times, shouting, or "praise breaks," is far more than a testament to one's connection with Jesus or Christian faith. It is a profound method of connecting with the divine through worship, one that encompasses a range of powerful components. These can include speaking in tongues, bodily convulsions, prophecies, falling unconscious and being covered with a white cloth, crying, screaming, and experiencing what is often referred to as "catching the Holy Ghost."

The concept of the Holy Ghost, or Holy Spirit, in Christianity has been a source of deep reflection for many. For some, catching the Holy Ghost is an intensely personal and transformative experience. It's a moment when something stirs deep within, leading to powerful releases of emotion and spiritual energy.

The traditions of praise breaks and ring shouts are not confined to a single denomination or cultural group. They are woven into the fabric of various Black American cultures, including the Gullah Geechee community, the Church of God in Christ (COGIC), Holiness and Pentecostal traditions, and more.

The key here is understanding that Black Americans have a unique way of connecting with the divine, one that may differ from other cultures. This distinct form of trance work, often deemed "bad" by those who fail to recognize its roots, is deeply intertwined with African and Indigenous practices.

The practices seen in the Black church are not confined solely to Christianity. Rather, they encompass a tapestry of African and Indigenous traditions that have persevered through generations of slavery and dehumanization. From dance to drumming, these practices echo ancestral roots in Voodoo, Obeah, Santeria, and various African Traditional Religions (ATRs).

Praise breaks and ring shouts extend far beyond the act of talking to God; they are gateways to connecting with spirit. These traditions are a testament to the diverse ways in which Black Americans express their spirituality and connect with the divine.

The Black American church has always represented more than just faith in Jesus; it has stood as a beacon of justice, healing, home, and peace. While this isn't an attempt to convince anyone to join a church, it serves as a reminder that we can connect with our ancestors through praise breaks, shouting, and songs of praise.

The words themselves are not what matter most; it's the intention, the energy, and the connection with spirit that hold the true power. Whether you're engaging in dance, song, or a simple prayer, know that your intent and the energy you conjure are your magick—a direct gateway to your ancestors and a testament to the resilience and creativity of Black spirituality.

I often wondered who is the holy ghost exactly, have i caught him? I think so i remember a time where i felt something stir up within me so deep and i let out a belt, i had to be aorund 11 or 12, it was like a release and i began to cry out to God. Not to Jesus but to something deeper than what i was taught to belive god to be. Around 16 I felt this energy in the church setting again however this time it was different but much more potent, this was the enrgy that sent me on my Journey of Spiritualism. Back to shouting.

You see This show up in so many different black american cultures such as the Gullah geechees, Cogics and holiness and pentecostal. As black people we tend to connect to the divine differently then other, i mean every culture has their own way of connection right? Why is black american trance work deemed bad because one may not understan the difference between Christianity and Black spirituality.

Almost everything you see being done in the black church is not CHRISTIAN and has nothing to do with the bible, rather its full of african and indigenous practices that have been watered down thru generations of slavery and dehumanization.

I must say, as a Holiness Hoodoo myself not everyone can “shout” but hey different strokes for different folks.

But one must ask who is the Holy Ghost and why does this spirit show up so differently for black americans. This is something I deem to explore as whatever religion black people touch ALWAYS shifts culturally.

In the heart of the Black American church, there lies a profound reservoir of emotion, detail, and a connection that transcends the mere belief in Christ. It stands not only as a sanctuary of faith but as a beacon of justice, healing, home, and peace. The Black church has always been a cornerstone of the community, providing solace and strength in the face of adversity.

A Legacy Beyond Belief

The power of the Black church is not solely rooted in the teachings and sermons but also in the deep well of feelings and connections that are forged within its walls. From the resounding rhythm of drums to the uplifting harmony of songs and the transformative energy of dance, the Black church is a testament to the multifaceted nature of faith and spirituality.

It serves as a pillar of justice, where voices rise together to demand equality and fight against injustice. It is a place of healing, where the wounded find solace and rejuvenation in the embrace of their community. It is a home, a sanctuary where individuals come as they are, finding not just shelter but a sense of belonging. And, most importantly, it is a source of peace, offering respite from the trials of the world and a place to commune with the divine.

A Call to Connect

Now, this is not a plea to join a church; rather, it's an invitation to connect with the spiritual legacy that runs deep in the Black community. Consider making it a practice to "shout" for your ancestors, to engage in a "praise break" when the spirit moves you. The words you use matter less than your intention, your energy, and the connection you forge with the divine.

Your songs of praise become a vessel, carrying the feelings, memories, and ancestral energy that you conjure with every note and every step. This is your magick—a direct gateway to your ancestors, a bridge that spans generations, and a testament to the enduring strength of Black spirituality.

The Black American church has always been more than a place of worship; it is a testament to the resilience, creativity, and unity of a people who have found strength in their faith. In your own way, whether within the walls of a church or the quiet of your home, you can tap into this powerful legacy and connect with the divine.

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[magickkate]

Today's topic is relatively serious, witches! Let's unravel the enchanting tapestry of Wicca, witchcraft, and paganism, shall we? While these terms are often used interchangeably, they each have their own unique traditions, beliefs, and practices. Here's a glimpse into their similarities and differences:

Wicca: Wicca is a modern pagan religion that was developed in the mid-20th century by figures such as Gerald Gardner and Doreen Valiente. It is centered around the worship of nature and the reverence of the divine, often symbolized by a god and goddess representing the masculine and feminine energies of the universe. Wiccans celebrate seasonal festivals, known as Sabbats, and honor the cycles of the moon in their rituals. Wicca emphasizes personal responsibility, ethical behavior, and the practice of magic as a tool for spiritual growth and transformation.

Witchcraft: Witchcraft, on the other hand, is a practice rather than a religion. It encompasses a wide range of magical traditions, beliefs, and practices that are rooted in ancient folk magic, shamanism, and occultism. Witches may or may not adhere to a specific religious belief system, and their practices can vary greatly depending on individual preferences and cultural influences. Witchcraft is often associated with spellcasting, herbalism, divination, and connecting with the energies of the natural world.

Paganism: Paganism is a broad umbrella term that encompasses a diverse array of spiritual traditions and practices that are rooted in pre-Christian, indigenous, or nature-based religions. Paganism honors the sacredness of the earth and the divine energies that permeate all living things. It includes traditions such as Druidry, Heathenry, Hellenism, and various forms of polytheism, animism, and pantheism. Pagans celebrate seasonal festivals, honor ancestral spirits, and cultivate a deep connection with the natural world.

While Wicca, witchcraft, and paganism share some common themes, such as reverence for nature and the practice of magic, they are distinct paths with their own beliefs, practices, and communities. Some practitioners may identify with one or more of these paths, while others may follow their own unique spiritual journey. Whatever path you choose, embrace the magic within you and follow your intuition as you explore the mysteries of the universe. 🌙✨

In the realm of spiritual practices and religions, some traditions are considered "closed," meaning they are intended for specific cultural or ethnic groups and are not open to outsiders or those who do not belong to those groups. The reasons for a tradition being closed vary and can include cultural preservation, respect for ancestral traditions, and the protection of sacred knowledge. Here are some examples of closed practices or religions and why they are considered as such:

Native American Spirituality: Many Indigenous tribes and nations have spiritual practices that are considered closed to outsiders. These traditions are deeply rooted in specific cultural contexts and are passed down through generations within tribal communities. Outsiders are often discouraged from appropriating or practicing these traditions out of respect for Indigenous sovereignty and the protection of sacred ceremonies and knowledge.

Vodou (Voodoo): Vodou is a syncretic religion that originated in Haiti and West Africa, blending elements of African spiritual traditions with Catholicism. It is considered a closed religion because it is deeply intertwined with Haitian culture and history and is traditionally practiced within specific communities. Outsiders are generally not encouraged to practice Vodou without proper initiation and training, as it involves working with powerful spirits and deities.

Shinto: Shinto is the indigenous religion of Japan and is deeply rooted in Japanese culture and history. It involves the worship of kami (spirits or deities) and the practice of rituals at shrines and sacred sites. While Shinto is open to participation by anyone, certain aspects of Shinto practice, such as the inner workings of Shinto priesthood and some shrine rituals, are considered closed to outsiders.

Certain forms of Witchcraft: Some forms of witchcraft, particularly those rooted in specific cultural traditions or lineages, may be considered closed practices. For example, some forms of African diasporic witchcraft, such as Hoodoo and Santeria, are traditionally practiced within specific cultural communities and are not open to outsiders without proper training and initiation.

It's important to approach spiritual practices with respect, humility, and sensitivity to cultural and historical contexts. While it's natural to be curious about different traditions, it's essential to recognize and honor the boundaries of closed practices and to seek guidance and permission from practitioners within those traditions before engaging with them.

In closed practices, certain aspects are not open for use or appropriation by individuals who do not belong to the specific cultural or ethnic groups associated with those practices. These aspects often include:

Sacred Rituals and Ceremonies: Closed practices typically involve sacred rituals, ceremonies, and rites that are deeply rooted in specific cultural or ancestral traditions. These rituals may involve working with powerful spirits, deities, or ancestors and are considered sacred and highly respected within the community. Outsiders are generally not permitted to participate in or appropriate these rituals without proper initiation and training.

Traditional Knowledge and Wisdom: Closed practices often involve the transmission of traditional knowledge, wisdom, and teachings that are passed down through generations within cultural communities. This knowledge may include spiritual beliefs, practices, herbal remedies, and magical techniques that are specific to the cultural context and are not meant to be shared with outsiders without permission.

Sacred Objects and Symbols: Certain sacred objects, symbols, and artifacts are considered sacred within closed practices and are used in rituals and ceremonies as vessels for spiritual energy or as tools for communication with spiritual forces. These objects may include ritual implements, sacred plants, and religious symbols that hold deep significance within the cultural context. Outsiders are generally not permitted to use or appropriate these objects without proper understanding and respect for their meaning and purpose.

Initiation and Training: In many closed practices, initiation into the tradition and proper training are essential prerequisites for engaging in spiritual practices and rituals. Initiation ceremonies often involve a formal process of acceptance into the community and may include teachings, rituals, and oaths of allegiance. Proper training under the guidance of experienced practitioners is necessary to ensure the safe and respectful practice of closed traditions.

Cultural Appropriation: Outsiders are cautioned against appropriating elements of closed practices without proper understanding, respect, and authorization from the cultural community. Cultural appropriation involves the unauthorized use, adoption, or exploitation of cultural elements by individuals who do not belong to that culture, often resulting in the distortion, commodification, or trivialization of sacred traditions and practices.

It's important to approach closed practices with humility, respect, and a willingness to learn from and honor the cultural context from which they arise. Seek guidance from experienced practitioners within the community and always ask permission before engaging with sacred rituals, objects, or knowledge.

I really recommend doing your own research of what is and isn't sacred or closed practices for the sake of your own reputation as well as for the sake of yourself. There are many good collections of information available. This website provides alternatives as well. This website also highlights the new interests in witchcraft recently and notes the closed and sacred practices and why.

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[cursecuelebre]

Hellenic Witch tips

Hellenic witchcraft is very interesting in Ancient Greek and Roman history, divination wasn’t consider to be magic but a regular part of theurgy or communication with the gods. Magic was seen as taboo and certain time periods people were faced with persecution when they attempted to “curse” someone seeing it to be equal to murder. The Magical Greek papyri a collection of texts that were found on lead tablets of magical spells that were done in Ancient Greece one of the popular methods of magic in the Hellenic World was poppet magic, made from clay usually most recognize as today as “voodoo” dolls which is very misunderstood through mainstream media and two separate cultures and traditions. Here are some great Hellenic deities to work with in your magical journey!

- Hekate: one of the most common and well known deity to be associated with magic. Besides being associated with magic she was invoke during home protection. She is the personification of magic the good, the bad, and the ugly. Her triple form represents the crossroads and her sacred animals are Hounds and Snakes

- Hermes: Hermes is the messenger of the gods and mortals and gifted humans sacred arts and rituals. He is often been merge with Thoth and this aspect became well known associated with magicians and the occult. I recommend if you’re interested in ceremonial magick, but you can work with him no matter what

- Artemis: she is often associated with Hekate as another aspect of hers, especially in the context of nature and the moon. Artemis is associated as well with Diana the Roman goddess of the moon and hunt very similar but Diana is considered to be the queen of witches and fairies.

- Apollo: In modern day we probably see divination as part of witchcraft but anyone can ask a question and throw pair of lots or shuffle tarot cards. But it’s the act of putting energy into the things we seek can be magical. Through yes Apollo can be worked with when it comes to healing and fertility but he can be destructive and cursing of illness. But Apollo is one of the gods of purification and illuminating against darkness, and can be invoke against evil spirits and negative energies.

Dionysus: Dionysus is very unique in the sense yes he is the god of drunkeness and madness but not mad as in crazy but divine madness or ecstasy where someone physically and mentally feels and sees the perspective of the gods. Through the process of being reborn. Once Dionysus was mortal but when he was killed and born again by Zeus he became a divine immortal who represents nature and her cycles that transforms constantly. One can achieve through hard work and meditations discovering themselves and reflecting on the past.

Those deities are just examples but there are plenty of the Olympians and lesser gods and spirits to work with magical wise. Athena is the goddess of crafts, witchcraft can be that craft that you devout your work to or divination. From personal experience I have made War water with Ares and it worked fantastically. For Aphrodite can be love magic or self love spells or glamour magic. If you work with a deity closely you can associate with a lot of practices of magic with them. Have the spell be part as an offering to them and let them be part of it as you prepare for the spell.

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[ieatcocoa]

General information about Alastor you should know ! Just a few things that I want to talk about, as I've seen so much discourse around aspects of his character. I will try to make this less of an opinion-based post and more of facts/canon. Divider credits to astralnymphh !

To begin, I've seen so much fuss over his cultural identity. Alastor has been stated by Vizz to be mixed-race Creole. He is a black man. When having this conversation, some people make the mistake of correcting others who refer to him as black over mixed-race while the truth is both are correct and interchangeable when referring to him. Saying he is black is not wrong and is a way of affirming his racial identity. Mixed. Black. Creole. He's all three.

Moving on, Alastor is not a Wendigo. He is not a Wendigo. He shares similar themes to one but is not one himself.

A lot of folks can get confused because they are unaware of the folklore surrounding Wendigos so I will give a quick summary; The "Wendigo" is a mythical creature that has been part of Native American folklore for centuries. It is often seen as a powerful symbol of greed, hunger, and cannibalism and has been the subject of many cultural and artistic portrayals. It is believed by some indigenous peoples that the Wendigo spirit can possess those who have sinned or committed taboo acts, resulting in a transformation into the creature.

So the question is why is Alastor not a Wendigo? Well...

It is unclear to me whether or not Alastor practices Voodoo or Hoodoo. I've seen Voodoo be the overall answer however that could be wrong. Regardless, the Wendigo is a part of Indigenous folklore, while Voodoo is a syncretic religious tradition that originated in Africa and developed in places such as Haiti and Louisiana. These two practices are distinct and have their own cultural and historical contexts, and it is important to respect and understand these differences. Saying that to say, his practices are not entwined with the folklore of Wendigos. He is a deer. A gross smelly cannibalistic deer.

Lastly, I wanted to touch on what could possibly be the most controversial element of his character. His sexual orientation. Canonically stating Alastor is in fact asexual. If you aren't familiar with the term, generally, asexuality refers to a lack of sexual attraction or desire. Something that people tend to miss is that asexuality is a broad spectrum that is not defined by one set of rules. Do not attack other fans for how they envision him on this spectrum. Whatever someone derives from canon, as long as it's respectful, is not an issue. You choose to see him as sex-replused? Awesome! Someone else chooses to see him as non-sex repulsed? Also okay! There's no one correct answer.

i'm done my rambling now ! thank you for reading ! (✿◠‿◠)

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[shygirl4991]

Coffee Prince and The Frog Chapter 1 Dreams and Voodoo

A Collab with @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa Art used on this chapter by Alianarepasa

Last Chapter Next Chapter Summary: SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on  a journey that will change their lives forever. 

Tags: slow burn, inspired by Disney princess and the frog, love confessions, falling in love, animal transformation, adopted family relationship, fluff, angst, voodoo

SMG3 sneaks into the mansion drain from a long day of work, the fangirls didn't make his way home any easier with them waiting for the royals to come out. He slips into his room, locking the door and pulling out the floorboards where he had a safe hiding. He enters the password, opening it and tossing his tips in it. Standing up he stretches before fixing his messy ponytail, staring at his reflection he lets out a soft chuckle “Almost time Three,” he takes out his drawing of his dream cafe and places it next to a photo of him and his mother.

He lets out a sigh “Just you watch mom, i will find my path just like you wanted and i won't let nothing stop me.” he was exhausted, he knew working a job would be draining but with the place he works at he wasn't sure if the labor was draining him or the people that came in. He throws himself on the bed to drain to change his clothes, he slowly starts to drift to sleep. In his dream he saw a woman giggling as she hugged him “Hey there my lil Tadpole, ready for today's adventure?” he nods as the woman lets out a smirk and points at the door “Good! Remember no obstacle can stop you, if you have a goal in mind fight for it. Now let's go and save your brother from your father, the man just doesnt get poor Mario’s humor.”

Three wakes up letting out a groan, he looks at the time as he sits up “Another dream about mom…” it was morning already meaning he needed to get ready for another shift. He showers and gets dressed in a fresh pair of overalls, he then puts on his purple coat. He kisses Eggdog and leaves his hat behind after all he didn't want anything to happen to it when working, not to mention it would out him for being part of an important family given it has his logo on it. As he grew older he learned how to sew and using this knowledge he would fix and edit his hat with different logos till he found the one. It wouldn't be him without his iconic skull but in addition to the skull he decided to put the design his baby basket had, it was an up arrow. He wasn't sure what it meant to his biological parents,he just had  something inside of him tell him it was important and fused the two together.

He hums as he sneaks out of the house with the pack lunch Luigi made him, it was a pain for Three to always sneak in and out of the house thanks to his father he had no other choice. The moment he hit twenty his father became obsessed with keeping Three more at the mansion, of course his father knew he could try his hardest but it wont stop him from finding a way out of the house. Now if his father found out he was working a normal job, he was pretty sure the man would drop dead and Mario would be in charge of the family. He sighs “Having that fatass brother of mine run the house would be the end for sure,” he mumbles to himself as he heads off to work. 

He hums, taking out his journal and writing down his notes. He was lost in writing his thoughts; he didn't notice he was catching the attention of men and women around him. A girl slowly approaches him only to be pushed away by a tall male with a flower, before he can make his move Three slams his journal shut and speed walks to his workplace. 

He speeds past a table catching the attention of the owner of the small stand, the man with a TV for a head turns staring at Three walking away. The screen flickers showing a huge smile “Red eyes…how familiar,” before the man could think more, his eyes catch Bootleg in his car driving by. The screen on the man's head flickers showing an angered face “HIM,” the whispers from the nearby televisions remind him all too well of what he has to do. 

As Bootleg keeps driving he passes by a crowd of people screaming in excitement as Prince SMG4 gets off the boat. He removes his royal outfit to show off his casual wear, fixing his vest he walks past his fans giving out autographs. Depresso follows, struggling to carry the luggage that Four brought with him, he trips and falls causing Four to giggle as he helps him up. Depresso glares at the group of women trying to impress the young prince, if only they knew the truth about the prince after all his one true love is memes. The clown butler swears the only thing in the prince's mind is memes, he watches as the Prince winks at the women and shows them his videos on his phone. 

“Need i remind you that you're here to find a wife not to share your videos,” he said flatly at the man. SMG4 pouts giving his best puppy eyes at Depresso “Come on you know i don't care about marriage, i want to be free and make memes can't i share some for now?”

“No,” with that the clown picks up the luggage and starts walking. Four sighs walking alongside him occasionally waving and giving a charming smile at the women around them. He leans closer to Depresso “Come on Depresso, i know what my parents said in their will and testament but do i have to get married. All i need is my laptop and memes, adding another person just complicates things.” 

Four frowns at the fact Depresso kept walking ignoring his complaints, they pass by a restaurant where his eyes get glued to a man standing outside of it. He freezes staring at the waiter. Three turns and his eyes meet with four, the prince walks up to him “Want to see my memes?” Three rolled his eyes and walked into his workplace making Four chuckle “What a strange person.” 

“Four get a move on!” Depresso was getting sick of how the prince has been acting since he arrived.

As Four runs up to Depresso he misses someone watching them from around the corner, the TV man chuckles as he watches Four and Depresso walk away from the restaurant. He was thankful he followed the pair, that moment Mario and Luigi arrived at the restaurant in their overalls trying to hide their status. Seeing the hats on their heads was enough for the Man to know who those twins were supposed to be, an idea grew as he slipped away chasing the prince and his butler.

SMG3 was pouring coffee then serving a meal to different tables, Meggy smiles at Three “You're always working so hard, you should join us for a paintball fight come on it's been forever!” Three sighs as he picks up dirty plates from an empty table “Meggy you know I can't do that, I need to save for my cafe and it's hard enough working here thanks to my father being a pain in the ass.” She frowns after finishing her pancakes “A little bit of fun didn't hurt anyone Three!”

He ignores her as he walks to the back, Mario and Luigi walk in excited to see their brother. Mario dashes to the counter “GREG GET THREE!!”

Three freezes and turns hearing his brother screaming, he turns to Greg as the man giggles and points to the door. With a nod he leaves his tray and walks out to his brothers, he never did understand how his co worker Greg earned the title of most talkative he never heard the man speak once. He walks up to his brothers and gets pulled into a hug by Luigi “AHH Bro guess what's happening?” he blushes trying to wiggle out of the hug as he thinks over what could have his brother in such a mood. Mario chuckles seeing the interaction “Mario gave the crown to Luigi!” Three pauses and stands up straight in the hug looking at Luigi “Wait…Lui you're going to be the next Leader of the kingdom?!” 

He nods excitedly, hearing the news SMG3 smiles brightly hugging his brother back “Holy shit that's amazing!”

Greg slides a box on the counter catching Marios attention, he opens it to see several plates of spaghetti. He takes out one of the plates and excitedly eats it. “Mario doesn't care about romance, never got those feelings.” The brothers pulled away from the hug then gave Mario a pat on his back supporting his choice. Luigi then started to get nervous, catching Three’s attention, he gave him a look making his brother say “Dad is going to host a grand ball…to announce me as next head of family, he even invited the Prince SMG4!” 

Three didn't like where the talk was going, he took a step back waiting for the ball to fall. “Dad says you have to be a part of it and I want you with us bro its a big moment for me please?” He takes his hand and gives him puppy eyes. He could feel his power to fight leave him the longer he stared, with a sigh he nodded “Fiiiine, I will wear the stupid royal shit and be there. BUT! I'm not going to talk to that loser SMG4, you can have him.” Luigi smiles brightly “Whahoooo!”

“I also ask you to do something for me, if i have to deal with the royals you have to deal with the poor side of town. I just got the last tip I needed to place bets on my future cafe. You two are coming. I need the backup in case someone tries to start shit again!” Last time he attempted to bet on a location he was robbed of his money and was laughed at,  he then ended up getting in a fight and got taken to jail to be held for twenty four hours. How awkward was it for Bootleg to walk to a police station and demand his son to be let out all because he got in a fight for a location, the plus side to that whole fight they didn't lay a hand on him best victory he had in years. With the group in agreement they said their goodbye to Bob and Greg as they head out to battle for the cafe location. 

SMG3 bounces around excitedly. “This is happening, I can't wait to slam this money down and take home the prize,” he lets out a chuckle that Mario swears could be mistaken for a villain cackle. SMG3 charges at the door with his brothers running after him “Surprise bitch!” he slams the cash on the counter smirking at Chris. He picks up the cash only for it to be taken by his co-worker Swag who counts the money with hearts in his eyes, with a sigh Chris grabs papers from his desk “Well you made it in time, i will get the paperwork rea-” he gets stopped by his partner. Swag stares at them “CHRIS WAIT HOW DO WE KNOW THAT THIS BUILDING WON'T BE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS?” 

Three scoffs “Are you serious right now?” Luigi, seeing the man getting agitated, grabs his arm to make sure he wouldn't go flying for a fight.  Chris nods, thinking over what his partner said. Normally his partner would say something idiotic that made him question their friendship for once Swag had a point “To be safe SMG3 we will look into your background.”

Three’s face goes pale “Ah wait! Can i just sign it and you keep an eye on me for a week see i'm just your normal guy?” Chris sighs, shaking his head making SMG3 heart sink, Mario seeing his brother upset walks up to the pair “Hey stinky’s my bro here worked his ass off to get this cafe, getting up everyday to work at a rat infested restaurant give him a break!” 

“We have rules for a reason!” Chris was starting to be done with the crew, Swag hearing the story felt touched “LET THEM HAVE IT, I REMEMBER A TIME I WORKED AT A RAT INFESTED RESTAURANT.”  his partner blinked “Are you serious?” Being done with the whole talk Chris lets out a long sigh “I will make sure everything is together and we will sign it later.” 

SMG3 smiles as he watches the pair leave, he smacks Marios arm being overwhelmed with joy. This is it the cafe will be his and his mother will be proud of the hard work he did, they walk inside the building to see what work would need to be done. He looks around noting where he would place his bombs at, where he would put Eggdog plushies because who wouldn't want cute animal plushies. Mario sits at one of the abandoned tables and starts to smack it “Spaghetti!” 

Three sighs walking up to Mario “We won't be making spaghetti Mario it's a cafe not a restaurant.” Before the pair could get into a pasta related fight Luigi squeaks out “Maybe now you can find romance!” SMG3 crosses his arms “Bro i dont have time for romance, i know mom said finding your other half is amazing but im busy for it!” He pulls out the dusty curtains making him cough “That's just gonna have to wait a while.”

Luigi Frowns “How long are we waiting?” 

He shrugs “I don't have time for messing around, it's just not my style,” he takes out his drawing smiling as Luigi walks up to him worried “I just want to see you happy.” He sighs stepping away from Luigi as he starts picking up trash “Lui you know this kingdom likes to keep people down making them take the easy way but that's not me cause i know where i'm going and it's to the top baby! After all, I'm getting closer everyday, and I'm almost there.” He gently touches the drawing in his hand, he was determined to see this though he spent years working for this and nothing will get in his way. Luigi looks down worried that his brother was going to work himself to death. 

SMG4 was dancing around getting himself ready for the party he had to go to, he wondered if the party was some sort of trap to get him to meet his future wife. He hums to himself trying to relax and not let the fear get to him, coming up with a fun idea he grabs Depresso surprising the clown. SMG4 giggles as he spins Depresso they both end up losing balance falling in a dark alleyway, the prince then hears footsteps causing him to look up. There a man in a fancy suit with a TV for a head stood there, the channels changed until a face appeared with a huge smile. “Gentlemen, do I have a deal for you!” He then politely offers a hand to help the prince up. Once up the man takes out a card and hands it to the prince “I go by many names TV man, Puzzlevision heck even Wiston! So please call me what you wish.” 

SMG4 eyes light up looking at the card with fascination “It says here you can make dreams come true!” as Four keeps reading the card the TV man wraps an arm around his shoulder to guide the prince and Depresso who was following to the TV lair.

Once they made it to his lair the TV man bowed. “I'm a man who loves to make sure all dreams come true and I feel I'm in the presence of royalty. What kind of man would I be if I didn't help your dreams come true!” 

The TV man opens the door for them. Depresso rolls his eyes “This place looks cheap,” the TV man screen flickers showing an annoyed expression “Don’t you disrespect me, little man!” The screen flickers again, showing the man smiling as he gets close to Depresso “You’re in my world now, not your world and I got friends on the other side.”

They walk in the building to hear whispers in the shadows, SMG4 starts to shake, feeling nervous from the atmosphere of the room. Noticing this the TV man wraps his arms around the young prince “That’s an echo, gentlemen just a little something we have here in the Fiore di Fuoco  kingdom, a little parlor trick don't worry!”  Four nods doing his best to relax from the strange voices they heard walking in. Depresso just sighs as he takes the Prince's hand following the TV Man to the center of the room. “Sit down at my table and put your minds at ease, If you relax it will enable me to help you reach your dreams!” the screen flickers again showing a series of tarot cards. 

SMG4 eyes go wide in amazement seeing the cards before the man went back to the smiling face, he claps turning the light on in the room capturing both of the men's attention “I can read your future,” he chuckles “i could change it round some to, I’ll look deep into your heart and soul!” Staring at the young prince he could see how gullible the man is, living the life of royalty made him sheltered the perfect soul for his friends. He turns to look at Depresso surprised to see his soul was more tightly locked, those were the fun ones to break “You do have a soul don't you Depresso?” The clown butler was surprised by the question and looked nervously side to side. 

He takes out tarot cards “Take three boys, lets see what your past, present and future look like!”

SMG4 took three cards and placed them on the table, the picture on the card started to move, surprising the Prince “A sad story for you I see, your parents died in a car accident leaving you all alone. Now you have to get married to rule the kingdom they left behind but good news for you I see green freedom in your future!” he turns to Depresso handing him the cards. Nervous, he picks three cards and places them down. The TV man chuckles as the cards flicker changing the story, Depresso looks up surprised. “Wow you had such a normal life to then get a child thrown at you, don't worry about your future i see you finally reaching your goal!” Depresso’s eyes went wide, nodding at the words he was saying.

The TV man walks up to them and smiles “I can make your dream of freedom, and your dream of reaching your goal real. All you have to do is shake my hand!” the face on the screen smiles as both men take his hand and shake it. He starts to laugh as rope appears tying SMG4 “What?! What's going on?!”  The TV man laughs as he opens the curtains showing a black red box, he opens it to take out a necklace “Transformation Central!” He steps away from the box as he gets close to Four who is trying to break free. The TV man grabs Four’s hand and pricks it, the necklace gets filled with his blood. 

SMG4's eyes go wide as a green fog covers his body, suddenly the room starts to get bigger as the TV man and Depresso start laughing together. He landed on the floor looking around and noticing something off, his hands were blue and webbed. He screams seeing his body was blue he runs to a cup on the floor to see his reflection “I'm A FROG?!” TV Man walks up to the Prince picking him up and tossing him in a jar. Depresso smirks at him “I have waited years to get rid of you, now the best part is I can be you.” he puts the necklace on, a green fog starts to cover the man. Once it clears SMG4 was staring at himself, depresso laughs as he leaves the room with the TV man leaving him alone in an unknown place stuck in a jar. 

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