destruction spell

This fucking guy. I had forgotten about this fucking guy.

First of all, “Estormo?” “Estormo the Lightning Mage?” Surely that’s an ancient Ehlnofex name of grand esteem! Fucking “Estormo.” If he had been a fire mage, he’d be, what? “Eferno?”

…Actually, “Eferno” is kind of cool. “Estormo” is NOT.

And let me try to figure this out. Ancano finds out I’m going to Old Bromjunaar to get the Staff of Magnus from Morokei, who they KNOW has awoken like the other dragon priests, raising a horde of ethereal draugr slaves and setting up magical traps all through Labyrinthian. They also know by now that I’m the Dragonborn, because of that time I ABSORBED A DRAGON’S SOUL IN THE COURTYARD OF THE COLLEGE.

I’m the Chosen One, out to claim one of the most powerful artifacts in all Tamriel from a demi-litch, and Ancano is apparently like, “Well, okay, he might survive that. But if he does, HE SHALL BE NO MATCH FOR ESTORMO!”

Look, Ancano. It’s real cute you have faith in your boyfriend like that. But he’s a dude in a black robe who shoots lightning from his hands. I thu'umed him up against a wall and face-changed him with three hits from a frost mace.

Granted, I guess Ancano’s relative sense of Thalmor “might” is fundamentally screwed up, because when I actually show up with the Staff and start shooting the Eye with it, he seems genuinely amazed that his stupid plan of “shoot ball with lightning, see what happens” is now failing.

I guess when you’re raised constantly hearing how “superior” your race is, it never occurs to you that MAYBE your stupid level 4 destruction spells are exactly as shitty as anyone else’s stupid level 4 destruction spells.

Either way, I would think Ancano would have realized that if a guy is a lightning mage who named himself Estormo, he’s got to be a fucking idiot who is DESTINED to fail hilariously.

Fucking Estormo.

Properties of Sands

By Rainy-Day-Witchcraft


⌲ Beach Sand: Use for calming or anxiety spells to gradually wash away and smooth out fear/negativity, for spells of change, or in magick for motivation or strength

Desert Sand: Use for cursing to “dry out” your target of wealth/luck/happiness/etc, or add to a resilience spell for the capability to grow through hard times or situations

⌲ River Sand: Use for spells that are focused on moving on physically or mentally, or for change and/or healing magick - Can also serve as an elemental water offering

⌲ Volcanic Sand: Use for destructive spells or curses, in magick to reveal deeper or hidden meanings/feelings, or for banishing magick - Can also serve as an elemental fire offering

 Heavy Mineral/Crystal Sand: (Sands with significant presence of Quartz, Garnet, Olivine, Hematite, etc.) Use in magick for personal growth, focus, or motivation. If you have a sand heavily composed of a specific gemstone (quartz, for example) usable as a substitute for that gemstone in spellwork.

⌲ Black Sand: Use for protection, banishing, or negativity-based spells

 Biogenic Sand: (Sand composed majorly of bioorganisms - shells, skeletons, bones, corals, etc.) Use in magick for healing or protection

Some Ilvermorny headcanons
  • First and foremost, every day is cranberry pie day
  • While students do have robes, the clothes they wear underneath the robes are not uniforms. There is an eclectic mix of tastes, from the very serious horned serpent who wears button-downs and ties every day, to the wampus who has enchanted their graphic t-shirt to move, to the thunderbirds and pukwudgies who mutually exist solely for sweater weather.
  • Every year on James Steward’s birthday, there is a school-sponsored cranberry pie bake-off. Pukwudgie house nearly always wins. Once, thunderbird won and good lord you would think it was the civil war all over again
  • There are a lot of local professors, of course, so you get some really thick Boston accents, but there are also professors with southern belle accents who serve iced tea in class, professors with Canadian accents, professors with midwest accents, several Native American professors with smooth, lulling accents, and some Mexican professors who slip into Spanish when they get super excited about their subject. There was a visiting professor from Ireland once, and 96% of female students (and some male students) had major crushes on him.
  • Wampus house is where you go to get body-crushing, soul-lifting hugs
  • Horned serpents may be scholars, but they are also some of the keenest observers. They watch the whole school from afar and quietly play matchmaker to all of their friends. No one suspects them because - what, horned serpent? No. They don’t know about emotions. Meanwhile, the house president makes a killing on the bet she made to predict the homecoming king/queen. 
  • Thanksgiving at Ilvermorny is a spectacle that has to be seen to be believed. It’s almost bigger than Christmas. The thanksgiving feasts at Ilvermorny put Hogwarts to shame. Turkey, ham, real cranberry sauce, pies - oh my god so many pies. They’ve got cider, and tea, and cocoa like you wouldn’t believe. There are New English dishes and Southern dishes and Native dishes and Mexican dishes and Canadian dishes and West Coast dishes - essentially it’s a gigantic continental potluck, and it goes on all day long. Also, their pumpkin juice tastes 1000 times better.
  • While things like dueling and fighting with wands may be frowned upon at Hogwarts, at Ilvermorny it’s kind of just assumed that stuff happens, and the profs are very chill about it. “Just don’t kill each other okay” “just take it outside” “no casting destruction spells indoors” “bring some band-aids with you” “if you break your nose don’t bleed on your homework”
  • Pukwudgies are a pretty agreeable house over all, if not a bit salty and surly around the edges, they’ll still help you with your homework and bring you soup when you’ve got a cold. But all bets are off when they step onto the lacrosse field. Maybe its a pride thing, but pukwudgies are frikkin animals when playing lacrosse.
  • Wampus beats pukwudgie at lacrosse fairly often. They don’t actually practice that much, they just kind of win.
  • This fact has fueled a sports rivalry - friendly in wampus’ eyes, bloodthirsty in pukwudgie’s eyes. 
  • At wampus/pukwudgie games, horned serpents sell special blends of popcorn. Thunderbirds purchase, hoard, and eat 89% of this popcorn.
  • Horned serpents and pukwudgies often, though not always, end up having an unspoken rivalry in potions class.
  • Contrary to popular belief, wampus is not full of athletic jocks. However, they are the most body-positive of all of the schools, and, somewhat ironically to the stereotype, will never judge anyone for their athletic ability. They want everyone to be able to enjoy athleticism and bravery and adventure in the ways they are most able and gifted.
  • That being said, they do have the kind of student body who, if called upon, could become a minute militia.
  • When there is a freak hurricane or tornado headed headed for the school, it will be a wampus student who is patrolling the halls and telling students where to go for safety. If there is a bully in school, you had better bet your bottom dollar that s/he will be beaten to a pulp by the next day, and it will be a wampus student sporting mysteriously bloody knuckles.
  • Pukwudgies are the ones who patch up the bully; they might accidentally wind the bandages a little too tight.
  • Thunderbirds love a good game of hide-and-seek. They have a tradition of, every halloween, playing hide-and-seek in the dark in the woods.
  • Horned serpents are the students least often caught for sneaking in contraband into school. Caught being the key word. Most students learn at some point in their education that if you want a nice stiff drink, you go to horned serpent. During secret designated holidays, horned serpent common room turns into a speakeasy. 
  • Unexpectedly, it is pukwudgies who carry the most weapons and dangerous materials on their person at any given time. If a group of Ilvermorny students were going through a security check, it would be the pukwudgies held at the line while they emptied their pockets (bigger on the inside, of course) of various poisons and weapons. When asked, they would just shrug and say “just in case”.
  • The town around Ilvermorny is home to several franchised chain restaurants that, although they are no-maj brands, have been taken over by Ilvermorny alumni and thus serve predominantly wizarding patrons. Cups levitate to customers in the Starbucks, there are magic-only options on the menu; the chik-fil-a floor sweeps itself; at dominos the pizzas assemble themselves while the one clerk waits, bored, at the register. There are in-house cues for magic patrons whenever a no-maj walks in. The clerk rings a bell or taps loudly on the counter, or yells out an order than is actually a code word for stop doing magic stuff. It’s like red light green light.
  • There are some old service tunnels beneath the school left over from WWII and the Cold War. They’re like a labyrinth, and Thunderbird has a monopoly on the maps to the tunnels. Some of the more obscure tunnels have large rooms that are perfect for parties and impromptu speakeasies (lookin at you, horned serpent). Thunderbirds will rent out these rooms to fellow students at a fair and competitive rate.
  • Unlike hogwarts, Ilvermorny students are more apt to use modern technology. Electrics can be weird around witches and wizards, but they still enjoy a lot of no-maj programming. They use computers instead of quills (but still have to print off their essays, ugh,) and listen to music, and watch TV.
  • Star Trek has long been a school cult favorite. Pukwudgies have adopted Bones as their pop culture mascot; Kirk is Thunderbird’s, Spock, horned serpent. Wampus vacillates on which of these three they like most, though it must be said, when they start watching Next Gen, many wampus students find themselves enamored with Worf,
  • There has only been one no-maj to ever make it past the magic shields of Ilvermorny unaided. This instance was in 1985. His name was Chad, who at the time was 1) stoned out of his mind and 2) delivering chinese takeout to a horned serpent pulling an all-nighter. School admin found out later, and there was hell to pay. They never did track down Chad to wipe his memory.
  • Pukwudgie house does have more than its fair share of healers, so they are definitely the ones to go to for cold remedies, home made soup, the best cures for menstrual cramps, and really good back rubs.
  • However, they are also the ones to go to for less medical remedies: the best hot cocoa, the most gourmet teas, and home made food.
  • Each house has a class president who is elected for a two-year term (unless they’re a final year student, in which case they will serve one before being taken over by their VP). They have some influence within their houses, but never as much as they’d like. For instance, the thunderbird president once attempted to institute mid-day dancing parties, but school admin said no.
  • Pukwudgies are usually not super athletic, but are often very good at things like darts, archery, and waterbaloon fights.
  • Wampus takes ultimate frisbee very, very seriously.
  • Thunderbird hosts an ongoing scavenger hunt throughout the semester.
  • The women of horned serpent blow off steam and the stuffy acadmic pressures of their house by making pillow forts and watching rom coms with each other.
  • Back in the eighties some wizard created a magic version of D&D, and it has become a weekend favorite of many students across all of the houses.
  • After graduation, instead of having a class ring, it has become tradition for Ilvermorny students to make a pendant out of their golden cloak buttons.
  • Ilvermorny may be separated by inter-house squabbles much like at Hogwarts, but at the end of the day, they all leave school wearing the same blue and cranberry robes, sporting the same skill with a wand, raised to the same scrappy, witty, mod-podge tenacity that American witches and wizards embody so well.

Anakin…exists relative to the state of the galaxy. He is not Luke, he is not the youth of western literature on a journey; that is Luke’s role. Anakin’s role is that of the demi-god of Greek and Roman origin. When Anakin rises, the galaxy rises with him, when Anakin is in turmoil, the galaxy is in turmoil, when Anakin falls, so falls the galaxy. Anakin is intrinsic to the galaxy because Anakin, like so many other mythological demi-gods, is an avatar for the gods or, in the case of Star Wars, the Force. Regardless of any one person’s views on the Force (which are extremely disparate and widely varied, so we won’t broach that subject here), this fact is indisputable. Anakin, as the Chosen One who will “bring balance to the Force”, is its avatar. When Anakin is claimed by the Dark, the Jedi Order’s zenith is reached, the Balance is tipped, and the Order descends into darkness with Anakin, just as his return also signals theirs. 

The title ‘Return of the Jedi’ doesn’t just reference Luke becoming a Jedi, but Anakin’s return to the Light, and with it, the ability for the Jedi Order to once more flourish. In this he is much like Beowulf, when the Geatish hero sacrifices himself to defeat the dragon at the end of the epic poem. Failure would spell ultimate destruction for Beowulf’s people and country, just as, had Anakin failed to destroy the Emperor, the Jedi and the galaxy would truly have been wiped out. Anakin himself has to die, however, because he is what tips the scales. Once he dies and becomes one with the Force, only then is balance restored.

— 

‘STAR WARS: The Creation of a Modern Myth: Cultural Influence, Fan Response and the Impact of Literary Archetypes on Saga Perception’ 

(via muldertorture)

This right here is absolutely fundamental to understanding the entire purpose of the Skywalker saga, as Lucas so painstakingly told it. The destruction of the old Jedi Order that had ‘lost its way’ and forgotten its true role in the galaxy, and the founding of the New, heralded by Anakin’s return to the Light, and Luke’s essential role in reminding him—and us all—of what it means to be a True Jedi.

Can't Imprison This Tiefling

Context: Me, the Tiefling Master of Storms is being arrested for using a destructive spell in town, the DM, doesn’t want me in prison due to the shenanigans I will cause inside of said prison.

On the steps leading to the prison, one of my Oryad companions notices me in shackles and convinces the guards to let me free due to our groups ties to the mayor.

DM: Welp, good news Aethyer isn’t going to prison!

Me OOC: I refuse to accept that, I am determined to be imprisoned tonight.

DM: What’re you going to do, shoot off another lightning bolt?

Me: … I raise my hand to the sky and fire off a lightning bolt in front of the guards and all the citizens…

Oryad: AETHYER WHY?!

DM: [Rolls a d100] High or low…

Me: What?

DM: High or low.

Me: Umm… Low, pessimism’s the way to go.

DM: Coincidentally it’s been quite the rainy night, and as you stand on the prison steps, once again a free Tiefling, you fire off your lightning bolt, which of course would get you arrested for sure. However, due to the weather you appeared to the guards and bystanders as if you yourself was just hit by a bolt of lightning. They all applaud you as they are amazed that you managed to take a lightning bolt without flinching.

Me OOC: … There’s Deus Ex Machina… There’s Divine Intervention… You sir, are a cruel god who wishes to crush my hopes and dreams…

zombee  asked:

for prompts: how about an "inside the resistance" fic. we've gotten glimpses of dean and lee and some others in your other fics, but i'd love to see your take on what was happening during deathly hallows that we really only heard about through harry's pov.

Astoria Greengrass, Slytherin, perfected her ability to crumple up her face, cry quietly, and make even Death Eaters uncomfortable. She was a person, after all, in the way so many children weren’t to them– she was small and pureblooded and lovely. Astoria was safe in the halls until the very end, and she passed on information, supplies, warnings, children, and plans to the DA through every day of the occupation.

Cho Chang, Ravenclaw, manned the front desk at Flourish and Blotts. She kept the Anti-Muggleborn pamphlets out beside the register and hid the Squibs and Muggleborns she was smuggling to safety behind the false wall in the store room. She had excelled at Charms in school. She had excelled at most things.

Lee Jordan, Gryffindor– his radio station was mobile. They broadcasted from the Three Broomsticks’ supply room, his aunt’s dusty summer home out in the country, an Illusioned corner of a Muggle coffee shop (they just saw some kids playing D&D– a Muggleborn informant of Lee’s had designed the spell), a once-inhabited cave outside Hogsmeade, and one memorable public men’s washroom only three blocks from the Ministry headquarters itself. They had a lot of fun contributing to the stall graffiti in that one.

Professor McGonagall listened to Lee’s radio show in her faculty quarters, heavy under dampening wards. The first night she flicked on the show, she clutched her cooling teacup for the entirety of it, feeling older than even herself.

Lee spat out rapid fire news with a cool drawl, asking questions and bringing on informants. She didn’t once feel the driving urge to scold him across the Quidditch announcer’s booth for commenting on players’ dating statuses or cursing out the opposing team.

Lee’s voice over the crackling radio was bright and clever, focused and on point, needed. Minerva clutched at her tea cup and tried to feel proud instead of heartbroken.

Ernie Macmillian, Hufflepuff, had looked up to Cedric Diggory since the prefect had said hello to a small first-year. When Ernie boarded the train back to Hogwarts, for that terrible seventh year, his hands were shaking under the weight of his bags. “Remember,” he whispered. “When there is a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember…”

Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor, grew two inches that year and no one noticed. They all just thought he was standing straighter.

There was a small collection of first years for whom this was their first year at Hogwarts: There was Felice White, Ravenclaw, who had come for the library and spent most of her time there. Madame Pince turned a blind eye and made sure she ate regularly. There was Gregory Tong, Hufflepuff, who was the youngest of four and had been dreaming of Hogwarts for years.

The older students told stories about Harry Potter, about Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, who were out there winning the war.

They told stories– how the trio had saved the Philosopher’s Stone at age eleven. Potter had killed a basilisk, and a hundred dementors, and won the Triwizard Cup. They told stories in the dark, these kids who had sat behind Harry in the Great Hall and thought his hair a mess, who had booed him in Quidditch games and snickered to see him dance awkwardly at the Yule Ball.

“He’ll save us,” they said.

Granger had brewed up Polyjuice Potion in a girls’ bathroom. Potter could cast a corporeal Patronus. Weasley had beaten McGonagall at chess– McGonagall at chess. And they had faced down a murderer, or something, hadn’t they, in their third year? And the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself in fifth– and whatever had happened to Umbridge?

Granger had brewed a Polyjuice Potion in a girls’ bathroom– so Sue Li, Ravenclaw, took her spare cauldron to the stall past Moaning Myrtle’s and got to work. Astoria Greengrass got Sue bits of hair from Death Eaters and favored Slytherins and Sue tiptoed carefully in their various visages for months. She sent Hogwarts news down to the generals–Luna, Neville, Ginny–and the rest out the passages to Lee’s radio and the resistance.

Potter could cast a Patronus, and he had taught as many as had been willing to learn under Umbridge’s shadow. More were willing now–more wanted to make hope tangible, something bright to be used to protect, to defend, to send careful news long distances to friends.

Seamas Finnegan, who had played chess with Ron, poured over the changing maps that the Room provided. Hannah Abbott snuck out to the greenhouses on dark nights to gather what she needed to brew things to confuddle, to injure, to protect. The Room of Requirement provided food and water, but all the same every month or so the kids pulled a raid on the kitchens just to prove that they could.

Colin Creevey found a Slytherin first-year, crying, and gave him a chocolate bar and held his hand until he was done. Anthony Goldstein spent days hiding out in the Restricted section of the library, finding things to make them stronger, safer, wiser.

In those halls, they faced down Death Eaters under the guise of teaching robes. They faced them with raised wands, raised fists, or just raised chins, these children who kept telling stories in the dark about Harry Potter, who was going to save them.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione came back to Hogwarts, Dumbledore’s Army was waiting. Seamas had his maps. Neville had grown two inches and no one had noticed. Hannah offered up potions, and Sue secrets, and Anthony had been teaching the rest of them powerful old spells for weeks.

But Astoria Greengrass sat out the final battle in the Hogwarts dungeons, with the rest of House Slytherin.

Pansy Parkinson sulked and shivered. Blaise Zabini managed to look like he was lounging, even within these ominous walls. Astoria pressed herself up against the door and watched the light of curses flung far above. She listened. She waited. She tried Alohomora on the lock fifteen times, and then swapped to destructive spells that only singed it.

Astoria Greengrass sat out the final battle, listening to her friends fight for their lives far above her head, waiting for bad news. She listened to her big sister Daphne gently tease Pansy into a more cheerful state of mind, and Astoria tried to decide who she would hate most if the people she had been fighting for all year died up there, without her.

Years later, after victory, after rebuilding, after petitions from her peers, the Ministry gave Astoria an honorary medal for the brave acts of a civilian in wartime.

It was part thank you, and part apology. It did not make up in the slightest for Astoria having to stand at Colin’s funeral, at Lavender’s, at Fred’s, and to know that they had died while she was pacing in the dark, flinging useless curses at a locked door.

Industrial Might and Magic Part 3: Law and Order

A setting where magic has become so commonplace as to become industrialized raises some legal questions about the usage of magic. Most PCs work outside of the law so most of these things are beyond their consideration, but there is still room for players to get into trouble for the unlawful use of magic.

  • Scrying magic is strictly controlled by the state: while private entities are within their rights to use scrying magic to scry on their own property, the use of scrying magic for personal use is strictly forbidden. You won’t find most scrying spells on the free market (although you may find commercial versions strictly limited in their usage) and most private citizens have to do with alarm and faithful hound spells for their own security. Having said that, the government’s surveillance branch does scry on its own citizens constantly under the pretense of heightened security.
  • Mind-reading is forbidden. Full stop. The nation which acts as the focus of Industrial Might and Magic was founded on the principles of freedom of religion and conscience (more on this later). Being able to pry another person’s innermost thoughts is seen as anathema to freedom of conscience. That doesn’t stop unscrupulous individuals from using mind-reading magic, but doing so carries terrible legal consequences. Once again, the government’s surveillance branch has the freedom to use mind-reading but only under special circumstances.
  • Offensive and defensive magic is subject to some control. Some places require psychological screening even before you are taught a magic missile spell, while in some places you can just get the spell by walking into the nearest magic store. High-level destructive spells are strictly under the government’s control.
  • Speaking of copyrighted spells: there is a lobby of liches and other undead spellcasters lobbying for a change in patent law. Patent expiry is counted from the moment of death and as far as the law is concerned undeath is death. The undead lobby is working towards changing this law which they feel is strictly discriminatory to those well-versed in the necromantic arts.
  • Speaking of the undead, they obviously need to have their death certificates around at all times.
Spacial Rend 💫

A destructive spell based on Palkia’s signature move called “Spacial Rend” from Pokemon. This spell will inflict emotional pain and mental anguish upon the target, tearing them away from all of the things they care for. 

Originally posted by latiox

Items required:

  • Visualization
  • A taglock for the target
  • Paper
  • A red or black candle
  • A fire safe container
  • A small jar

Instructions:

  1. Light your candle within the fire safe container you’ve chosen
  2. Place the taglock in front of the container
  3. Using visualization, imagine that you are sending a wave of destructive cosmic energy at the target, causing them to feel the pain and anguish I mentioned above
  4. When ready, hold the paper in front of you with both hands and tear it in half
  5. Burn the paper along with the taglock for your target and let the ashes fall into the container that the candle is housed in
  6. Bottle some of the ashes and seal it with wax from the candle - dispose of the rest
  7. Snuff out the candle
  8. Keep this jar hidden in darkness and allow the spell to manifest

anonymous asked:

16: trimberly post canon!

16. things you said with no space between us

The first time Kimberly tells Trini she loves her, the world feels like it’s collapsing all around them, crushing their bodies with an unbearable pressurized force.

Literally.

“Where’s Jason and the others?” Kimberly’s panicked shout cuts through the cacophony of roaring earth and violent, shifting boulders. 

“He said they were on their way!”

A struggled grunt escapes Kimberly’s gritted teeth but the situation is getting grimmer by the second. As the small ray of sunlight dwindles into nothing but a sliver, Trini’s breathing wheezes out in quick, erratic bursts because it’s slowly starting to sink in that this may be their final resting place.

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anonymous asked:

(1/2) so i have a bit of a dilemma rn and id like some advice. theres a group of ~4 new witches who do NOT like me. 2 are old friends, one is an abusive ex, and the other is a pushover. anyway, theyre all getting together tonight and im about 80% sure that theyre going to try to curse me. what scares me is that they dont really understand how to control things, and with that amount of people im afraid theyre going to hurt someone else and not me (like my mother or my dog). i was wondering what


(2/2) you would suggest i do? i have no qualms about cursing, and im ready to pile on as many protection spells and sigils that i can. i just thought i would ask for advice or any resources you would recommend, and how to protect my family and friends if the group’s curse backfires


Hello Darling! You seem to be in an amazingly unfortunate position… But do not worry, I’m here to help! First of all, fuck those assholes. Second of all, here’s everything you can do to show these fuckers not to fuck with you.

Begin by cleansing yourself:

A cleansing bath by @magic-for-the-masses

An incantation for adding a cleansing boost to anything (Do this while pouring the bath ;) by @wicked-fae

A tea to sip whilst in the bath by @honeycoyote

A good guide to cleansing yourself by @thiscrookedcrown

You can also cleanse your home, but I don’t think it’ll be very necessary as long as the curse isn’t cast.

Bind your oppresors:

A spell to suppress, bind, stop, and crush by yours truly (moi)

A kraken’s tentacles binding spell by @salt-like-wine

After binding them, I’d cleanse your space with sage or palo santo, something really simple, just to get the icky energy moving.

Protect yourself and your home:

Fiery wall of protection powder by @opencircle333

Black salt by @rhiannonchristine

Juniper berry protection candle by @the-darkest-of-lights

Apple protection spell by @whitekitchenwitch

Briar rose protection enchantment by @lavenderspells

A personal protection chant by @meskri

An awesome crab alarm spell by @salt-like-wine

I’d first start by making the fiery wall of protection powder and the black salt and mixing them together. Sprinkle this mix around your house to create a perimeter of protection. The crab alarm spell should be cast then. After that I’d start the briar rose enchantment and while that’s brewing I’d cast the apple spell. Then, I’d light the juniper candle for as long as you think you’re in danger. If you feel like your wards are weakening I’d start chanting the personal protection chant.

After all that shit, empower yourself:

An empowerment bottle spell by @earthiebee

This should give you the little boost of power you need to not be completely dead inside at this point. Also, coffee.

If after all that the curse still goes through (which it honestly shouldn’t be able to), here are ways to get rid of a curse:

Black as night curse removal body scrub by @oldmotherredcap

An easy Calcifer curse reversal spell by @thatemeraldkid

Simple curse destruction spell by @witchcraftings

I’d start by casting the calcifer spell first, and then sip the coffee involved while you make the body scrub, and then cast the simple curse destruction spell. Then take a shower and scrub yourself with the curse removal scrub.

And if you’re a little evil, turn the curse back onto the idiots who dare mess with your pristine self:

Blackthorn reversing spell by @thiscrookedcrown

To counter a curse the traditional way by @phoenix-fire-witchcraft

Drown the witch reversal by @thelifeinliminal

You can really use any one of these and they’d work great.

Now go show these asshats that they shouldn’t have messed with you!!

Love,

Mahigan

Bad Luck Spell

For this spell you will need a pot or cauldron, an open fire or stove, a few pieces of rock salt (regular salt would wrong too), a jar or vial with a lid or a way to seal it, and a dead flower

Add about a cup of water to the cauldron and set it on the fire to boil, once boiling add the flower and the salt. Recite the following:

“This water boiling, full of hate

Brings bad luck at alarming rate”

Watch the water boil and feel your own anger bubbling up inside of you. Direct the energy into your spell, and then leave the pot to boil for a few more minutes. Take the pot off the heat, and pour the hot water into your bottle. Let it cool down and drop into another bit of salt. Seal up the bottle. Repeat the spell words again, including the name of your target.

From: Black Magic: Spells Of Destruction 

There’s no doubt that the urge to protect Erza runs in Jellal’s blood. It’s like an instinct in him. No matter how dire the situation he is in, if he sees Erza in danger he will step in. He committed murder to go to the torture room to save Erza. And remember how after he regained his consciousness he took over Erza’s place to be absorbed in the ToH’s lacrima. Also he tried to fight Midnight to protect Erza when his magic had already been drained out. Not to mention events like the mini dragons or Neinhart.

I don’t think Jellal’s suicidal now like how he used to be when he cast the self-destruction spell on himself or when he told Erza he was ready to lay his life down to pay for his sins. I think him being willing to sacrifice himself to save his loved one is not the same as him wanting to die. I agree that he will try to protect Erza at all cost including giving up his life but at the same time I doubt that dying for Erza is something he would do if he knows other and better choices. 

I don’t really encourage Jellal to die protecting Erza because it actually hurts Erza to see him doing so. I wish that he had listened to Erza to leave Acno and rejoined her to find a way to escape. But in his situation, I can see it’s a difficult decision for him to make because no one knows if he, Erza and the others really have a chance to come out alive if he gives up the fight. 

They’ve really done so well at making the Skaven unique in Total War: WARHAMMER II, as well as reflecting them on the tabletop. The way you can mob even maxed-out armies with swarms of tunnel-going clanrats, how your units break easily but rally easily to create continuous waves of rats, and most of all the way you rely on bogging down the enemy with hordes of expandable furs while getting the kills from a few grandiose spells of destruction and gadgets/warmachines. I’d never have thought it could be translated so well, I dip my tail to you. 

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Sorry this took a while for me to get to! It got lost in my drafts…

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'et ignis noster iterum fiet.' - a haikyuu ghibli zine fic. iwaoi.
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Iwaizumi Hajime / Oikawa Tooru.

Words: 3,601

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

There was supposed to be a Haikyuu Ghibli zine at some point, but there were difficulties and so I decided to post my work here. I collaborated with the absolutely lovely Hachi and together we worked out a story that is influenced a little bit by all the Ghibli movies but mostly by Tales from Earthsea. 

Summary:

The shadow isn’t a shadow anymore when Hajime is up on his feet tearing apart the chains. His mysterious saviour has lost the coat and stands with magic embracing them in sky blue and ocean green, and no, it can’t be, Hajime knows the colours of those destruction spells by heart, this is absolutely impossible -

“Better late than never, isn’t it, Hajime?”

reign sentence starters; pt. 2 

( pt. 1 ) yet another compilation of the best quotes from the cw’s reign fourth season, episodes 8 and 9! feel free to adjust pronouns as needed. as always, some of these have been slightly altered! 

  • “We must present a strong and united front for them.”
  • “I’m here now.”
  • “I know I made a mistake.”
  • “She’s in the past.” 
  • “You’re all that matters to me now.”
  • “A barren wife is about as much use as soggy firewood.”
  • “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
  • “He was more of a man than you’ll ever be.”
  • “I am determined to rule my country.”
  • “You just earned yourself dinner with the queen.”
  • “People are starting to notice we’re still living in separate quarters.”
  • “I understand that you need some time.”
  • “You can’t keep avoiding me forever.”
  • “We’re talking now, aren’t we?”
  • “I’m sorry for what happened, truly.”
  • “I cannot have him anymore.”
  • “Yet he still has your heart.”
  • “I promised you a lifetime of happiness.”
  • “That is a promise I intend to honor.”
  • “Everything is crumbling around me.”
  • “You’d rather soak there in misery than ask for my help.”
  • “You are a liar and a scoundrel!”
  • “I felt like I knew you before you even arrived.”
  • “You’ve been watching over me?”
  • “You will have love or an heir, but not both.”
  • “I have enough to deal with here, on this continent.”
  • “I want to learn what you enjoy, something we might share together.”
  • “You will find strength and wisdom.”
  • “I’m afraid I haven’t been seeing things clearly.”
  • “I will rectify the matter.”
  • “I want you to remove her yourself.”
  • “Throw her out into the street if you must.”
  • “My whole life I have been afraid.”
  • “I’ve been so focused on my own fear.”
  • “I’ve been looking in the wrong place.”
  • “Nothing will ever be alright.”
  • “I want to run. Far away.”
  • “We make good partners.”
  • “He said death will come this night, and it will be a mercy.”
  • “How can I trust you if you keep secrets from me?”
  • “Tell me, how do I not hate you?”
  • “Please, help me get out of this marriage.”
  • “You just say the word and the rumor mill will be ignited.”
  • “One must embellish, but trust me, we’ll adjust as necessary.”
  • “If you discard him, he will be left in a dark cloud of shame.”
  • “So good to let the people see their queen.”
  • “We will find solutions.”
  • “There’s still one last detail I need to attend to before we move forward.”
  • “You are winning over the people.”
  • “Focus on what you came here to accomplish.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “I was hoping I would find you here.”
  • “I thought you were with child.”
  • “May I offer some assistance?”
  • “You have to leave now.”
  • “I can’t risk it. I’m sorry.”
  • “I can’t call off this wedding.”
  • “I’m pregnant with your child.”
  • “You will be disgraced.”
  • “You must never let him benefit from your death.”
  • “You must protect yourself and your heir at all costs.”
  • “If they don’t like it, they can leave this castle, they can leave this country.”
  • “I’m sure the queen would agree.”
  • “Children adore me.”
  • “I won’t take no for an answer.”
  • “I will not allow my queen and my friend to be undone.”
  • “I love you. More than I knew possible.”
  • “You are everything to me.”
  • “He lies, he cheats, he grasps for power.”
  • “You’re too kind.” 
  • “Those who prevail will find their fortune in a sweet reward.”
  • “I don’t believe that we’ve met.”
  • “I’m so glad to finally make your acquaintance.”
  • “I couldn’t help but overhear your exchange.”
  • “My appearance here was a bit of a shock.”
  • “I assure you, I mean no harm to you.”
  • “You’re the queen’s half brother!”
  • “We must discuss your wife-to-be.”
  • “What is the meaning of this?”
  • “You can leave this room on your feet or by force. Choose.”
  • “There will be repercussions.”
  • “This country has one true ruler.”
  • “It is my duty, my God-given birthright and my crown, and I will defend it from anyone who attempts to take it.”
  • “There are other ways to win them over.”
  • “I knew it! You can’t trust a pirate to keep a secret for one day.”
  • “It was selfish and stupid and I won’t let anyone pay for my mistakes.”
  • “There’s something I need you to see.”
  • “You betrayed me.”
  • “You can’t hide the truth any longer.” 
  • “I can spare you the humiliation of suffering before men.”
  • “God’s divine justice must be exacted.”
  • “And you will leave me with nothing?”
  • “I am not as strong as you believe me to be.”
  • “One mistep between us could spell my destruction and that of everything I hold dear.”
  • “At least I get a crown out of the deal.”
  • “It doesn’t have to be like this.”
  • “I want to forgive, and I want forgiveness.”
  • “I want to start anew.”
  • “I want to be a better man, I do. But what are the odds of that?”
  • “I’ve had a rather checkered past.”
  • “There were issues of station, of guilt, of foolishness.”
  • “I can’t help wishing that, at the right time, I’d met someone like you.”
  • “Take your leave.”
  • “She loved him and he turned his back on her!”
  • “The threat is from my own people.”
  • “I have never felt more forsaken.”
  • “She will not find you alone.”
  • “I am here, at your side.”
  • “I will not forsake you.”
  • “She is half pirate!” 
  • “Life will be richer in some very unexpected ways.”
  • “In taking a king, you have given the kingdom the promise of an heir, stability.”
  • “People love you.”
  • “You have earned their love.”
  • “Now we must say goodbye.”
  • “God willing, I will never have to lay with that man again.”
  • “You cannot live the life of a nun.”
  • “I will have love in my life.” 
  • “Being a mother, a queen… it will be more than enough.” 
  • “Even in my youth, my heart didn’t beat as strongly as yours.”
  • “Your heart will drive you to seek the love of another.”
  • “Be careful.”