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To Poison the Mind

Begin by mixing black mustard seeds with a blend of powdered red, chile pepper and sulphur. Reserve a few tablespoons and use the rest to cast a small working circle. Within, draw the above seal with red or white chalk.

Upon the seal, take a walnut and carefully crack it open down the “seam” doing as little damage as possible. Remove the nut from within and pulverize it. Blend the powdered nut with the reserved mustard/chile mixture and return it to the shell. You may recite a curse – naming the target, or simply spit maliciously therein with their name (and your intention) on your lips.

Seal the halves as best you can with wax from a black hex-candle (an inverted black candle that has been lit from the bottom) and wrap around with black thread or yarn nine times. You may then seal it further with the wax if you so choose.

Bury this in their yard or place it in a black bag and hang it from a tree upon their property. The madness will come.

Add a little zing to the ritual by tossing in a sprinkle of goofer dust and/or bathing the charm in crossing oil.

“You Cannot Touch Her” Curse/Binding

This curse is particularly for people who have done harm in the past, and as such already known to be a potential threat. The idea is to keep the person from speaking to or approaching the one you’re trying to protect, and to make them feel watched and judged for their past actions.

You will need the following:

A jar big enough to hold a poppet

Some kind of poppet - I used a wooden one with the offender’s name written on the bottom. A photo could also be used

White out

A black candle

A mixture of black salt & cayenne pepper

A sigil of your own design meaning “You cannot touch [name or pronoun]”

A permanent marker

Light the candle and white out the mouth of your poppet. Roll the poppet in the mixture of black salt and cayenne pepper (black salt tends to stain so keep this in mind). Place it in the jar and seal the lid, leaving the poppet inside under the gaze of dozens of eyes. Write your sigil on the lid. During or after all of this, say the following aloud or think it to yourself (change pronouns accordingly):

You cannot touch her. You cannot speak to her. Think of her and bring this curse upon you. May your tongue catch in your throat if you dare to reach her. May you burn and ache if you come near. May you feel eyes upon your back each time you think her name. They’re watching. I’m watching. May you forever question the gaze of others - Do they know the things you’ve done? I do. I curse you. I bind you. You cannot touch her.

Stash the jar in a dark place, like a closet or a cabinet (I don’t recommend burying jars). Let the candle burn until it extinguishes itself.

I am going to curse your bloodline for this. A thousand hexes, a million spells. Your ancestors and descendants will know no rest. Even your cousin’s, your sibling’s, your aunts and uncles, everyone related to you in blood and soul will be cursed forevermore. There will be no respite. There will be no mercy. Every misfortune possible will befall you and your kin save for the release of death, in fact you will all live strangely long lives then die in cruel unusual ways. The suffering you have caused me will be reflected on each and every one of your kin a thousand times over for your transgression. Your crimes will never be forgotten, in fact, I will do all I can to remain alive and cause further misfortune and, in the event that I die, I will return from the dead as a spirit to torment your kin. And if the gods will not allow me to return then I shall deal with the devils to do so. Nothing will stop what you deserve. And once you reach the hells your punishment will be to live out every misfortune of your kin forevermore. Your bloodline will continue as long as humanity will last and then some more. You will be the last remnant of humanity and you will feel all of the pain that comes with it. A trillion stubbed toes, a billion twisted genitals. You will witness every horror, every atrocity and the curses will keep the wounds on your mind fresh, never allowing for you to become numb to the pain. I will be merciful to your kin in the fact that they will not be forced into the hells but that is the only mercy I shall show you. You will witness all of the pain that has been prepared for mankind, and then even more. You will know no rest, for there is no rest for those as wicked as yourself. You were granted the ability to speak, to communicate, and you use this to curse my mind with this knowledge, this horrible, horrible knowledge and my mind will be ever changed by this. Your crimes will not be forgotten.

Sorry to be horny on main but I need to motorboat somebody's fat ass.

Shadow houndour

Day 8 and 9, relics. They have an ancient purpose and whoever wields one shall fulfill a great destiny, or destruction.

Inktober Day 21: Curse

•|Tsumai Kareno, the walking bad omen|•

My attention to detail is a blessing and a curse

Some guy getting curse. Happens

You know, sometime you just can't tell if you're lucky or unlucky.

There's no saying where or when a straight guy can catch this curse—it really can come from anywhere at any time and from that moment on, the curse lies dormant inside the hetero until it's activated.

Those moments when you're with your bros and you're just that little bit—maybe it's a joke, or an instant of curiosity, or a stirring of repressed urge... turns out, if you don't say, "No Homo" you really are at risk of catching those "faggy feelings."

These two were flexing away for a selfie and both ended up, naturally, rather chubbed up. A passing glance from each and a moment of genuine curiosity twisted fate so that these bros are about to become insatiable fuckbuddies. Go ahead, bro; grab your bros shaft. He wants it more and more with each passing second—and so do you.

cursed water :

Dungeon: The Seeping Tombs

The learned and pious council of the king’s advisors concluded that if sickness was a sign of moral failing, that medicine was a form of ennoblement allowing the sinner to bypass suffering without repentance. By royal decree the healers were thrown in along with their patients, the gates sealed behind them.

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My boyfriend Jay and I went to the gym for some exercise. I’m the bodybuilder type and went for some heavier weights while he went for cardio. I don’t know why but throughout the day I kept bumping into this small dude and every time we’d get more annoyed by each other. On the final encounter he flew far and almost hit his head and that’s where he cursed me to feel like he did and he stormed off.

Meeting up with Jay I felt a cold chill and while looking at Jay I saw that he was growing. With every move he got bigger, slowly but surely he grew and surpassed me and then some more it was so surreal but no one else but me noticed this happening. When he was done was walking towards me and my god he was huge way taller and wider than me, honestly I didn’t know if I felt scared or excited but soon after he tripped and hit me hard.

He was sorry and was able to scoop me up with ease, lifting me while my feet left dangling way up in the air and kissed me. Seems the curse changed him to be clumsy but not everything is bad. I can somewhat get used I hope while looking at my boyfriends junk that looks inhumane.

"Wow, that's impressive. I hear a lot about how tough military life is." she shudders a bit "Makes me sore just thinking about it. And no, that's not my back complaining at me." She laughs a little and looks around.

"I guess I do have one other thing I can tell you... I'm cursed. Happened years ago." her head falls a bit "Nothing I've found can break it, it's just too strong. Best I've managed to do is learn how to keep it contained." The corners of her eyes tear up a bit. "But it's still there, I can feel it. What it does to me... it's horrible..."

Soaring Skyward

Stories love talking about "cursed" beings like vampires. But like. Being a vampire is awesome. You get super strength and shapeshifting and shit, and all you need to do is drink blood? Drinking blood doesn't even have to kill something! Humans eat the innards of other animals, and that's objectively worse.

Anyway, the whole bursting-into-flames thing with sunlight is a real problem, I guess, but anyway. Half the time vampires just glitter.

So I was thinking of a real curse.

Imagine not being able to sleep. Ever. Every passing day, your brain gets tired-er and tired-er and you just. Can't sleep. You move slower and slower, lose the ability to write, suddenly can't see straight.

As more days pass, it gets harder and harder to remember who you are. Everything in the past goes blurry, like your dreams are coming out into the real world and trying to strangle you. And you can't die. So you're just stuck, getting more and more insane. Look up some sleep deprivation stuff. It's crazy what it will do to someone.

And the real cherry on the sundae?

Part of the curse is that you can force people to feel how exhausted you are. If the curse gets far enough, you can instantly knock them out. Imagine it. You want nothing more than to just get one wink of sleep, to have just one dream, and your power is to force people into slumber.

I dunno about you, but to me that would suck way more than being a vampire.

enjoying the brine?

So you weren't ready for him asking you out or... did something happen?

So, one early morning, I was catching Fly Heads, and smelled something in the air. It was a sweet smell... but something felt weird. Then, suddenly, THERE WAS KIYO-KUN! LAYING DOWN ON THE GROUND! After the shock (and the screaming that came with it), I helped him up and try rushing up the stairs of Jujutsu High with him hanging on my shoulder. His right arm was poisoned by a curse and it spread as he made his way back. Thankfully, we got him to the medical bay quickly. While everybody left, I stayed back, worried sick about him. Shoko noticed that, and in fact, did realise quickly I had feelings for him. I was a bit hesitant, because apparently they had dated before, but... even if not the best moment to do so, I decided to confess. Through the use of the language of flowers and some origami work, and with Shoko's help in delivering it.

Kiyo-kun recovered quickly, and drove Yuuji-sensei, Junpei and I to where he was poisoned. There was when we first met Harui. I won't lie, I was so nervous, wondering if he was actually okay, what he thought of my confession, even though that wasn't the time to be thinking about it. Then, I felt that same smell nearby... the poison's sweet smell.

So Kiyo-kun and I found ourselves lured into a certain trap by Harui. While he left Junpei and sensei fighting one of his 'golems', for some reason he felt like taking us hostage or something. I had to go Berserk to buy us some time, and also sort of summoned Suki for the first time afterwards.

Anyway, after we all got back, Kiyo-kun and I talked on the stairs. He was also nervous about being confessed to, and was thankful I saved him for the second time. At one point of the conversation, I felt something reflect in my glasses; I didn't wanna leave Kiyo-kun talking by himself, so I waited until he had something taken by a sudden gust of wind. Then, I rushed back down the stairs, with his keys on hand. And breathless, I ran. Then, I saw it again while trying to apologize for leaving him like that... that thankful, beautiful smile. That's when he said he'd love to go out with me, show more of Tokyo. (He told me later on he also thought my smile was beautiful...)

I'm not sure if Mahito outside of your dreams, but I can sure punch his so called little brother. 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

Well, I was lucky that one time. Lucky that my technique shields me from soul attacks.

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕟?

What can I say? I'm a better field-test cursed scientist than a theoretical scientist.

Junpei every time he comes across someone extremely powerful:

I'm not risking anything 🙈

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”