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Purugly’s Spell for Intimidation and Protection (Pokemon Inspired)

“It binds its body with its tails to make itself look bigger. If it locks eyes, it will glare ceaselessly.” -Pokedex Entry

A glamour spell to protect oneself from threats and danger by making oneself appear intimidating and not worth it to approach.

You Will Need:

Garnet

Cinnamon Incense

Black Salt

Black or dark colored nail polish

Preparation:

Cleanse yourself and your area and if needed ground your energy. Set up a nice clear space where you can safely do your spell without worry of spilling anything or burning yourself with the incense. Make sure you are comfortable as well where you are practicing, do not wear long flowing sleeves to prevent fire dangers. Place your incense inside of a proper holder and your black salt around it in a circle. Take your garnet(s) and place them before you, if you are using chips or more than one then place them as it feels right for you. If desired you may play music that makes you feel powerful, focused and/or pumped up, heavy drum sounds or thunderstorm sounds can also help.

Steps:

Once you are set up light your incense and allow its smoke to burn throughout the spell

Open your nail polish as you begin the spoken part of the spell “I am not one to mess with, I am not one to toy with, I am one to respect and fear. If you cross me and try to dominate, I will stop you with my leer. My eyes and nails are black as shadows, my heart is beating and strong. You shall not harm me, you shall not scare me, you shall respect me all day/night long.”

As you are saying this (or your own version of it) paint your nails of your hand. Once done with the chant and nail painting blow upon them focusing on your intent to appear intimidating like a great shadowy feline to those who try to approach you. Wave your nails a few times in the smoke of the incense.

Repeat process above on second hand.

Once both hands are painted end the spell as you see fit and rest, you deserve it.

Quilava’s Flames of Intimidation Spell (Pokemon Inspired)

“ Before battle, it turns its back on its opponent to demonstrate how ferociously its fire blazes.” -Pokedex Entry

A glamour enchantment spell to make you look more ferocious and intimidating to others.

You Will Need:

🔥 Red Candle 🔥 Rosemary 🔥 Bay Leaf 🔥 Red Marker 🔥 Sigil for Intimidation or the word “intimidate” 🔥 Burn safe bowl or plate 🔥 Piece of Jewelry to enchant

Steps:

🔥 Light your red candle near your fire safe bowl

🔥 In your bowl add a small amount of dried rosemary to its bottom

🔥 On your bay leaf using your red marker draw your sigil or write the word “intimidate” on it. “Like the pokemon of fire Quilava, I wish to be surrounded in flames of red, to show others I am not one to pester, and keep them at bay with dread.” Then kiss your bay leaf focusing on this desire. Visualize yourself surrounded by a red fiery aura as others keep their distance from you.

🔥 Light your bay leaf with the candle and carefully place it into your bowl of dried rosemary. Watch it burn until only ash is left

🔥 Take your piece of jewelry and lay it into the ashes once they cool enough to be safe to do this. Visualize the source of your fiery aura being this piece of jewelry. “Surround me with flames and fire, to intimidate others is my desire!” repeat this as necessary.

🔥 Once you are satisfied brush off the ashes left on your piece of jewelry carefully. Blow out your candle to end the spell

🔥 You may store these ashes to use for other spells such as making black salt if you desire though charge them near the red candle for a few minutes longer if you wish to do this. Or you can dispose of them (properly)

Note: Keep salt or sand near you in case the fire flares up during the burning process. Make sure you are practicing proper fire safety. 

He’s just realising the younger dude’s got him beat on mass. Size is everything, fucking wimp

Well.  That’s alarming.

He knows he's not blocked because he called me at 3 in the morning last night. I didn't pick up, but he'd notice that it didn't go straight to voicemail.

Reminder to self: turn your ringer off.

Please stop.

I haven't been mentioning it because I've just been hoping it goes away. Looks like it won't.

He's been calling me every day without fail. Often multiple times a day. Today it's hit a new level. He got a new phone number and he's sending me cryptic messages hoping i answer ( i run a small side business, strangers text me occasionally if a friend refers them).

I have not responded to him in 12 weeks. Not a call, not an email, not a text. I have never said "Don't call me", but I feel I've been clear. And I'm losing it every time he calls. This phone change is another escalation. Is he just going to keep doing this?

Before you ask, he's violent and he knows where I live. This may be a false sense of security, but keeping the communication open lets me keep a guage his level of rage.

I don't know what to do.

Of course.

He's persistent.

This is just what he's been taught will win me back.

You want real world examples of shitty cishet male behaviour being reinforced by societal standards? I'm living that goddam nightmare.

ceo!yoongi - the one where yoongi is just a little jealous

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, pouty grumpy yoongi, lil smidge of nsfw for my office!sex fans, jungkook the brat

→ wordcount: 3.7k

→ notes: heLLO i am back literally six days later with another drabble because i am out of control and ceo!yoongi is also out of control anyways i know i always say this but i am still so happy with how well ceo!yoongi is doing i am so glad that you guys love y/n and yoongi my two babies!!!! enjoy this one because we all love a possessive yoongi am i right ladiez

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-) if you have no idea what i’m talking about go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

yoongi is very proud of the fact that he has the best poker face ever

because it helps him in times of need

like when he sees you making a face at him through the conference room window he manages to keep it together

when you make a less than funny but at the same time kind of funny joke he keeps it together because he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing you’re kind of funny

but this is a completely new ball game

because he’s never been… jealous, before

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Toriel Week 2022 - Day 1: War

"Mom was really scary during the war?"

"Oh yes," he laughed. "She's never told you? She was not just my Queen - she was my General."

Happy Toriel week! I ended up burning out after the sketch so I put together something that wasn't just black and white lol. I'd like to think her prowess on the battlefield made her one of the most feared monsters in the entire war with her fire magic - I also imagine Grillby as being old enough to at least be alive during the war too! I’m enjoying seeing all of the Toriel love, much love Square ❤️

Those stares are the definition of Intimidating.

he sure can be pretty intimidating if he wants to [ vid cr. x]

Life Tip #30

trying to confront somebody about something they’ve done? walk up to them and unwrap a frozen popsicle. bite into it immediately for the ultimate intimidation factor!!

Two Sides of The Same Coin

[Previous / Next] — {Masterlist}

Content: TW Restraints, TW SA Threat, TW Knifepoint, TW Threats of Violence, TW Fear, Siren Whump, Sadistic Whumper, Defiant Whumpee.

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Malik made sure to keep the crew below deck for the night. Not wanting to give the siren any attempts at enchanting his men with his singly voice. He knew his crew could be slightly weak minded compared to his own will, so it wouldn’t take more than a few hypnotic whispers from a siren to get them on their knees like dogs at your heel. That being said, he didn’t trust himself either, not having ever dealt with a siren before. He thought it strange for one to be so far off from the Mediterranean Sea where they are said to dwell.

Despite his caution, his intrigue was stronger. The thrill of having a threat on board and at his mercy. A creature of legend no less, his pride was beaming even under his cool facade while he cataloged in his journal about the days events. The warm light of a lantern softly illuminating the desk he was sitting at while the ship swayed in a lullaby motion. Absently signing his signature on the page before closing the large journal. His thumb ghosting over the golden lettering of the leather cover where it read:

Captains Log of the Sirens Solstice.

He always found that name ironic until today. Given that sirens rarely, if ever, came all the way to the Caribbean unless it was for a reason. On top of that, it was certainly out of place for a siren to be alone when traveling so far. A trinity of knocks at his door broke his thoughts. Sighing and standing up from his chair before he walks over to open the door, his boots softly thumping on the wooden planks with each step. 

When he opens the door, he sees Jovey standing on the other side. Holding a bottle of rum with two chalices in his other hand. He raises them up in his hands as if presenting them.

“Could I bother you with a drink, Captain?” He asked with a softer voice, with it being late in the night and not wanting to stir the crew from their sleep.

Malik smirked slightly at the offer and chuckled lightly under his breath. “I tell you to stay below deck, but you defy my order to offer me a drink? Some first mate you are.” Despite his chiding words, his tone held no bitterness. Even standing aside and allowing Jovey to step into his cabin.

“I didn’t think that order was directed towards me. Must’ve been some miscommunication.” His cheeky tone being accompanied by a playful smile as he took a seat across from the desk. 

Malik rolled his eyes to Joveys’ back while closing the door. Then he made his way back to his seat behind the wooden desk that separated them. Jovey already pouring two glasses of rum for them before offering one of them. Malik taking it gingerly and softly clinking his glass to Joveys’. “So… how is the lad. Cormack, right? He’s not dying or anything, is he?” He asked casually while taking a sip of his drink.

“No, he’s alright. The swellings already going down thankfully. It doesn’t seem like whatever that siren stung him with is lethal. Just knocks you down a peg.”

Malik nods slightly with an unconcerned hum. Tapping his fingers along the side of the chalice while he holds it on the table. It’s not that he didn’t care about his crews’ well-being, their condition just never weighed on his mind. He would internally scold them for being weak enough to get injured or comprised so easily, but he usually put up the persona of a caring captain that was only stern when he needed to be. That didn’t stop him from wanting to strangle his crew himself whenever they made amateur mistakes or found themselves incapacitated. His eyes drifting off towards a window to the side of them that showed the moonlight cascading over the waves. “Why do you think that creature was sent to us?”

Jovey follows his gaze towards the window for a moment before looking back towards him again, noting his almost distant tone as if he was filing through a million thoughts. “I’m not so sure about him being ‘sent’ to us for a reason, Captain, but I’m sure he’s just lost. Probably swam too far away from home.” Taking a sip as he takes a break to organize his own mind. He knew Malik could be ruthless, he’s seen it before even if the newer men in the crew weren’t there to witness it. When the siren came on board, although being at the stern side and taking over the wheel, he could see what was occurring on deck. Noting the way his Captains eyes glinted with a new found fervor, that smile that he knew all too well meant there was a danger brewing. “Why do you believe it was for a reason?”

“Because the tides strike with purpose…” Malik said matter-of-factly. Averting his eyes from the window and turning his attention back to Jovey. Noticing how he seemed to be almost analyzing him, trying to figure out his intentions. “… the sea does not act randomly as one might believe. Everything happens for a reason out on these waters, whether it be to our benefit or disadvantage.” Malik can’t help but smile faintly with a soft scoff as he glances down at his drink. “I’m starting to sound like that old quack Azure.”

Joveys’ smile mirrored Maliks’, his head shaking back and forth in an amused manner. “You sound more like him everyday. In a good way… it’s why he chose you.” Studying his expression, Malik had a gaze of longing, almost nostalgic. A soft smile that was rarely seen, if ever, only when they were alone. “You know, I remember when I first got pulled onto this ship. We were around the same age… not that we still aren’t obviously, but for some reason I always felt like you were older than me. You always knew what you were doing, and you were one of the few people in the crew who gave me a chance.”

Malik redirected his gaze to Jovey once again, a bit taken aback by the sudden throwback and vulnerability, but he tried not to soften his features out of habit of being stoic. “Trust me, I never knew what I was doing. I only ever acted like I knew everything because that’s the only way to get people to respect you.” He swished his rum in his cup absently before taking another sip. “You’re a good man, Jovey. For once, I might even admit to feeling a bit jealous of you. The crew loves you, and we’re all lucky to have you. But if you tell them I said that, then I’ll skin you and toss you off the plank myself.” He couldn’t help but give that teasing threat with a smug smile.

That drew out a soft snort from Jovey as he smiled a bit wider from the playful threat he knew had no real malice behind it. Not when it came to him. He leaned back in his chair as he took his own glass from the table to hold it on his lap. “Who’s to say I’ll give you the chance, Captain? I might just throw myself overboard before you can catch me.” He counters back jokingly.

“If you do that, lad, I’ll jump into the raging tides to fish you out just so I can have the pleasure of pushing you off myself.” 

“Maybe I’ll tie a cannon ball to my foot so I sink faster and you won’t be able to pull me up.”

“Maybe I’ll just shoot a harpoon into your leg and force the crew to hoist you out of the water.”

“You’d go through all that trouble just to feed me to the sharks yourself?”

“For you, Jovey, you better believe I would.”

They both stare at each other in silence for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on before they both began to laugh and heartily chuckle. Joveys indistinguishable snorts between breaths always made his laugh contagious to Malik. For a moment, he couldn’t help but just watch Jovey, seeing his smile and how bright he looked even in the dim lit quarters. He had to mentally scold himself for staring and allowing himself to find a sense of attachment towards him. He lightly cleared his throat before chugging down the rest of his rum and setting his cup to the side. “Alright, that’s enough banter for one night. Leave me be you scoundrel.” He said lightheartedly.

Jovey rolled his eyes slightly with a small smile and stood up from his chair. Grabbing the rum bottle from the table and collecting the other chalice. “Whatever you say, De Lir, sir.” A hint of sass escaping him, knowing he could get away with it. He turns and heads for the door, cracking it open slightly before turning back to look at Malik. “If I may, Captain. What are you planning to do with the siren?”

A soft tch leaves Malik as he smiles from Joveys sass. When he turns back to inquire about the siren, his smile fades. His cold and aloof demeanor resurfacing. “Good night, Jovey.” 

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The tides were still calm the next morning. Uneventful, at least, it normally would be. Malik stood before the siren, the crew crowding around in a crescent formation behind him. It was still tied up tightly to the mast. Although it was apparently obvious that it struggled for most of the night based on the claw marks that were carved into the wood of the pillar. Even some of the rope looked shredded and loosened but it wasn’t enough to free itself. It looked like he was asleep. Limp in the restraints and head looked down with his chin touching his chest. They knew better, but that wasn’t what caught all of their attention though.

His tail was gone, or rather, replaced by a pair of legs. His fishy ears reduced to normal human ones. The gills along his ribs replaced by smooth skin. The dark blue claws at the tips of his fingers were now short and trimmed. It was an enigma to both the crew and Malik. The siren they brought aboard was now a seemingly normal young man. They knew it was him, but appearance-wise, it threw them for a loop.

Malik stepped up to the siren and gripped a chunk of the back of his hair before yanking his head back. Seeing the siren wince and let out a hiss of discomfort from his grip. He grinned as he stared down at the siren. Analyzing its features, seeing the marks of light blue along his skin. It’s golden eyes, now being up close, noting the two spots of gold in each of them. “What happened to you, little dragon? Lost your tail?”

The siren glares up at him with a fiery rage. He was frustrated having to be at the mercy of a pirate. He’d bite his hand off and claw that smug smile off his face if he could just loosen the rope enough to get one of his hands free. “I’m dried out you fucking assh—.” 

Malik dug his fingers into the sirens scalp and tugged on his hair harder. Ripping a few hairs out in the process, extracting a groan from him that cuts off his words. He leans down closer to the siren to loom over him. “Your tongue is still as vile as yesterday. Someone wasn’t taught manners growing up…” Malik shoots a quick and hard jab to the sirens gut, the wind being knocked out of him as he tries to double over but the ropes keep him up. “… then again, neither was I.” Malik yanks on his hair and pulls his head back to slam against the mast before releasing his grip. Letting the siren deal with the aching sting in the back of his head. He takes a step back to take in the sirens human form. Observing him with a fascination that was anything but innocent or kind. “What is your name, siren?”

A hiss escapes the man as he tugs at the ropes out of frustration. His eyes scanning the crowd of pirates behind their captain. All of them pathetic and weak in his eyes. How dare any of them even get the privilege of seeing me? They were filthy, pungent, cowards that had no right to be in my presence, let alone hold me captive like this. “Fuck you, fuck all of you!”

Malik simply smiles, not his usual cocky smirk, an eerily sweet smile that was too calm. "We can have that arranged, after all, it's not everyday the lads get to let off a little steam on this ship..." He turns to face his crew. Gesturing with his hand towards the siren, as if offering him. "... isn't that right, boys?"

The crew look amongst each other, wondering if their captain was being serious, if they really did have full liberty to do as they pleased with such a rare catch. The siren staring blankly, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at the realization of what the captain just suggested. That was until Malik put his hand up and chuckled breathily.

"Of course, there's one small problem that I'd like to address before you get started."

Reaching for his hidden dagger tucked between the band of his pants, he unsheathes it and turns back to the siren with a quick step, being directly in front of him once again with the curved dagger swiftly finding itself pressed against the creatures neck. The curve of the blade cupping his throat just beneath his adam's apple. The siren freezing from the sudden threatening position but never faltering with his burning glare into Malik's eyes. The pirate staring back with a cold and foreboding gaze.

"That little voice of yours. I can't let you tempt any of my men with it. As disappointed as I'll be to not hear that foul mouth of yours anymore, its time to cut that pretty little voice box out."

Malik drags the dagger along the sirens neck and tilts it up so the tip of the bade was lightly pressed against the bump in the middle of his throat. "If I carefully cut a line right here...", dragging the dagger down along the sirens throat, making him swallow thickly, "... we'll find your larynx. It encompasses your vocal cord. If we just...", a quick flick of the wrist causes the dagger to slice a light cut just off the side of the apple, making the sirens breath hitch and he growls under his breath, "... you won't be able to sing ever again. Helpless... weak... feeble little sea dragon."

"If you fucking do that I swear you'll regret it."

"I don't think I will. In fact, I think I'll enjoy this more than I should."

Even his crew behind him, watching the scene unfold, felt chills go through them having never seen this side of their captain before. Malik grabs the sirens chin in one hand with an iron grip and tilts his head back against the mast. The creature struggling and trying to squirm in the ropes. The pirate carefully grazing the blade along the center of the mans throat. Agonizingly pressing the tip of the dagger against the curve bulging out under the skin slowly. The sirens breath quickening as he gradually becomes panicked, realizing how serious the captain was. He can't help the words that quickly leave his mouth when a trickle of warm blood escapes him.

"I DON'T HAVE A SONG!"

Malik stops progressing, but not drawing back either. He tugs on his chin to pull his head back down to look him in the eye. Gazing with a malicious curiosity but a hint of doubt. "Every siren does, why should I believe you don't?"

"I don't you fuckin' psycho. I wasn't born with it, don't you think I would've tried to use it by now if I had it?"

"I'm not buying that for a second, caviar."

Malik pushes his chin back up and continues where he left off. Digging into the siren's neck more. Drawing out blood as he carves a small line along the apple. Making the creature hiss and groan, his hands clenching into fists as he tries to press impossibly further against the mast to get away.

"I'm being serious! Stop!"

Ignoring his protests, Malik cuts deeper. His hearing tuning out as he focuses on cutting to his goal. His heart was beating steadily, he couldn't help the enjoyment he was getting out of seeing the creature struggle fruitlessly. A sadistic smirk plastered on his face. The siren trying not to let fear take over, but it was getting progressively difficult the more blood that cascaded down his skin. The stinging of the blade slicing through layers of skin. Never in his life had he ever experienced pain, let alone having his own blood leave the safety of his body. He was royalty, he should be the one inflicting pain, he should be the one making this pirate cower beneath him.

"Malik."

A soft voice broke both their thought concentrations. Malik stilling in his actions before he turned to glance over his shoulder with a piercing glare that quickly softened. Seeing Jovey standing behind him, his expression one of concern and trepidation. The siren staring at him with a hint of relief and caution. Jovey steps closer, his eyes darting between his captain and the creature. Swallowing his unease.

"I don't think he's lying."

Malik takes a breather, thinking about his first mates words before reluctantly extracting the dagger from the sirens throat. A string of blood staining the tip of the blade as he lets go of the creatures chin and stands up fully. He turns around to face Jovey, a calmer aura exuding from him. He averts his gaze towards the crew still observing the scene. Some looking uncomfortable and uneasy, others indifferent or even seemingly intrigued. "We arrive at Port Royal tomorrow morning. Toss the bilgerat into one of the cells below deck. If he truly doesn't have the gift, then nobody will have a reason to let him out by then."

Malik looks back towards Jovey, holstering his dagger to his side.

"We'll see if your judgement is as sound as it always is, savvy?"

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Date: September 22, 2024

Taglist: @paperprinxe , @melpomenelamusa

Pluto in 3rd culture pls?

👁theatrical in their language and body movements

👁commanding voices

👁having a way with their words that can convince anyone that they are wise

👁brilliant people, in one way or another

👁transforming people through their words and voices

👁having a traumatic childhood that strengthens them into powerful adults

👁prone to being manipulative and enigmatic, mostly if the planet is poorly aspected

👁being skilled in the art of interrogation + intimidation

👁having major trust issues and being severely afraid of betrayal

👁always suspecting ulterior motives in other people

👁constantly questioning and researching