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.

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.

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.
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


  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:

(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!!



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. 

@koori-mizu replied to your post:

“Jellal wanted to kill Erza like SS and also japan raw implies that Jellal was in his mind when he wanted to kill her”

If you have the source to the Japanese version, share this with me, and I’ll get my friend to read this to clarify your point because she can read Japanese. 

From what I read in the manga, I see quite the opposite with what Mashima was trying to show me. It was pointed out that Jellal wasn’t in his right mind all those years when he was under Ultear’s manipulation, kinda like she was the one planting these ideas in his mind, where Jellal thought they were his but he was just a puppet to Ultears plans, this was revealed in the manga. Jellal wasn’t in his right mind to make correct decisions because this was locked away by Ultear when she had control of him. Mashima even go as far as to have Ultear revealed the truth that none of those crimes Jellal did in the tower was entirely Jellal’s fault because he was being controlled by Ultear. 

Mashima made this point quite clear. We also know this because when we take the real Jellal (under NO manipulation) before he was manipulated and after he was freed from Ultears manipulation, we know for a fact that the real Jellal have always wanted to protect Erza with his life. He even wanted to take Erza’s place for the punishment instead when those guards found out they were trying to escape the tower. After Jellal was freed from Ultears manipulation, the first thing he did was (again) saved her by taking her place to infuse his body with the Lacrima instead.  Remember it was said that a body needed to be fused, that’s why Erza offered herself up to save Natsu…And, the last we’ve seen of Erza before Natsu carried her to shore was she offered her body up with the Lacrima (as a sacrifice) to save Natsu, it was pointed out that’s the only way, but she can’t be saved unless another person take her place.  Natsu isn’t the only one who saved Erza, Jellal did too. We know this person is Jellal because both Natsu and Erza was saved and the next time we’ve seen Jellal again, his body was covered with Lacrima. Honestly, I’m not sure why it’s so hard for people to understand the real Jellal never wanted to kill Erza, he has always wanted to protect Erza with his life. It was pointed out over and over again in the manga and I’m sure this is what Mashima wants to convey even if there are haters who refuse to believe it and believe that he wanted to kill Erza and it was within his right mind that time even when we have Mashima made Ultear revealed Jellal wasn’t the one to be blamed entirely:

Jellal isn’t someone who will pass the blame/faults on another person.  Jellal didn’t fault Ultear in any of this because (like said) he isn’t someone who wants to pass the blame on others. He is taking responsibility of his actions in the tower for the “crimes” he’s committed even when we (who take context into account) know he can’t be fault entirely. Mashima made sure readers are understood that when Jellal wanted to kill Erza, he WASN’T in his right mind, that’s why we are introduced of the Jellal prior to/after he was freed from his manipulation…For this whole truth, this needed to be told through Ultear’s mouth because Jellal won’t say it, this doesn’t make him a wimp, it just shows that he doesn’t like to fault others for his crimes and he understands that despite he doesn’t have full control of his actions back then, he needed to take responsibility for his crimes/actions because it’s within his character, he’s not running away from his crimes, and he’s also not someone who will pass this blame to another person, even when that person (Ultear) have to take responsibility for Jellal’s crimes as well. 

Yes, Jellal felt great remorse for his actions (this shows me how kind he truly is by the way), because while we know that isn’t his real self when he committed all these, and he also knows this as well, but it doesn’t change the fact that those memories and actions will always be with him even when he was freed from Ultears manipulation because he knows he’s the one who gave into the darkness, he knows he’s still the one who committed those crimes with his own two hands, and he can’t forgive himself for this. He also couldn’t forgive himself for getting that happiness with Erza because he have hurted her greatly and quite frankly I believe he actually hated himself for that. He just wants Erza to be happy. 

When it comes to Jerza, there’s also a reason why Mashima gave a back story to Jellal and Erza and how the real Jellal treated Erza before he has fallen into the darkness. This is for us to understand and take Jellal’s real character into account when judging his actions. When we ignore the whole part Ultear was playing with his mind, and we look at his real character, you’ll know that the REAL Jellal (under NO manipulation) have always risked his life to protect Erza. He was even willing to take Erza’s place for the punishment in the TOH as well. That’s the REAL Jellal. Also, he did the same thing after he was revived by Wendy in the OS arc, when he lost all his memories (yet, that’s the pure side to him), he just wanted to take all those sadness away from Erza by sacrificing himself because he doesn’t want Erza to be sad anymore (even without his memories, this is what he wanted), until Erza told him to live and convinced him to deactivate the destructive spell he placed on himself). We also see when Midnight came, Jellal stand in front of Erza to protect her even when he knows he doesn’t have much magic level/stamina left…that’s the real Jellal mind you. 

For someone who was in the right mind to kill Erza, he wouldn’t need to take this long to forgive himself. I mean it didn’t take Ultear long to forgive herself for those crimes she committed.. nor did it take the other characters like Gajeel long to forgive himself when he tried to kill Levy…I mean mind you, Gajeel was within his right mind when he did that to Levy… do you understand the difference? (no offense here)

Lastly, when I said someone is within their right mind to do something, I meant it as they can make decisions of their own without anyone influence or manipulation, we know that their sanity was not locked away and they can make decisions of their own actions. Jellal couldn’t when we know Ultear was controlling him like a puppet. Mashima revealed this, he made her said this after Jellal was freed from her manipulation, why do you think Mashima go so far as to have this explained? Why do you think Mashima go so far as to show us all this and what Jellal real character was like when he have the right mind to make the correct decisions in comparison when he was being manipulated? It’s to show us the difference between the two and want us to understand that the real Jellal wouldn’t have done any of those. When Ultear manipulated Jellal it almost felt like (to me) Jellal’s real character was locked away by the darkness and the Jellal that was being manipulated can no longer see the light or what is the right thing, to him the right thing is reviving Zeref, but these weren’t his real thoughts because Ultear was controlling his way of thinking and manipulating him this whole time (even though Jellal thought they were his thoughts and the one in control). It’s almost like, it’s Jellal’s body, with his memories intact but his real self/character was locked away because he was her puppet. This is fact.  When Jellal was freed from Ultears manipulation, you know what his character was like for all that I said.
'et ignis noster iterum fiet.' - a haikyuu ghibli zine fic. iwaoi.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

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. 


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?”

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 

wiccangoth  asked:

Do you have anything to help with negative thoughts?

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

anonymous asked:

In TES Legends tis something called blood magic. In what school magic it should be put in? Some strange restoration?

Blood Magic, alongside shadow magic, necromancy, and probably a bunch of other stuff, doesn’t really fit into a school. The schools are a social construct, remember, not a natural truth. Vanus Galerion was a big opponent of Necromancy and soul trapping, and would have probably been against blood magic on those same grounds. The spells that made it into the school are those that are seen as acceptable and teachable by the Mages Guild - thus the absence of Levitation following the Imperial ban on it, for example. 

(While it’s something of a tangent, I should mention that Galerion is also the originator of the wholly artificial white/black soul dichotomy.)

It’s a bit hard to suss out what “Blood Magic” means in terms of Legends. As far as I can tell, they’re using it as a synonym for evil or vampiric. Of the cards the Blood Magic Lord summons, the Drain Life is very similar to Skyrim’s Vampiric Drain (a Destruction spell) or Morrowind’s Absorb spells (classed as Mysticism); Gargoyle would be a summon spell (under Conjuration in all the games); and Raise Dead largely corresponds to Skyrim’s Raise Zombie (again Conjuration). Corpse Curse is a bit harder to map, but could be similar to Drain Attribute spells, which are all Destruction. 

signs as my fave skyrim races + advantages

• Breton
Favored Skills: +10 Conjuration, +5 Illusion, Speech, Alchemy, Alteration, Restoration
Starting Spells: Flames, Healing, Conjure Familiar
Racial Power: Dragonskin: Absorbe 50% of the Magicka from incoming spells for 60 seconds
Racial Abilities: 25% Magic Resistance
Ideal Class: Mage (Defensive)

Scorpio, Leo

• Dark Elf
Favored Skills: +10 Destruction, +5 Alteration, Illusion, Sneak, Light Armor, Alchemy
Starting Spells: Flames, Healing, Sparks
Racial Power: Ancestor’s Wraith: Creates a Flame Cloak that does 10 damage to nearby foes for 60 seconds
Racial Abilities: 50% Fire Resistance
Ideal Class: Nightblade (Mage/Thief)

Cancer, Gemini

• High Elf
Favored Skills: +10 Illusion, +5 Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Restoration, Enchanting
Starting Spells: Flames, Healing, Fury
Racial Power: Highborn: For 60 seconds, you regenerate 25% of your maximum Magicka each second
Racial Abilities: Highborn Magicka (+50 Magicka)
Ideal Class: Mage (Offensive)

Virgo, Aquarius

• Nord
Favored Skills: +10 Two-Handed, +5 One-Handed, Block, Smithing, Speech, Light-Armor
Starting Spells: Flames, Healing
Racial Power: Battle Cry: All nearby foes flee for 30 seconds
Racial Abilities: 50% Frost Resistance
Ideal Class: Warrior (Offensive)

Aries, Libra

• Orc
Favored Skills: +10 Heavy Armor, +5 Smithing, One-Handed, Two-Handed, Block, Enchanting
Starting Spells: Flames, Healing
Racial Power: Berserk: For 60 seconds, you take half damage, and inflict double damage in melee combat
Racial Abilities: None
Ideal Class: Warrior (Defensive)

Sagittarius, Capricorn

• Wood Elf
Favored Skills: +10 Archery, +5 Sneak, Lockpicking, Pickpocket, Light Armor, Alchemy
Starting Spells: Flames, Healing
Racial Power: Command Animal: Target animal becomes your ally for 60 seconds
Racial Abilities: 50% Disease and Poison Resistance
Ideal Class: Thief (Archer)

Taurus, Pisces

Dragon’s Breath

As promised, a dragon-themed spell of destruction. Use to cut ties, curse, or whatever else you feel appropriate.

What you need: A candle and a paper representation of whatever you want to set on fire.

  • -> Set up your paper representation on the other side of the candle wick, so that it’s not actually in the fore but very close to it.
  • -> Light your candle.
  • -> Bend close and breath gently into the candle flame so that it leans until it makes contact with the paper.
  • -> Revel in your power as a proper dragon should.

If you are the sort who includes incantations with spells, say it just before unleashing your fire breath. (I’m a nonverbal witch, so you’re on your own as far as making something up.)

Remember to always practice appropriate fire safety! You want to burn your enemies, not your house.

Starco Week Day 7, AU of Choice: Marco 1/2

Muahahaha! I’ve been waiting for this day to come! My two obsessions mashed into one!

Ranma ½ // Star Vs, lets gooooo!

Marco is 16 here, just like Ranma was.

Marco Diaz burst from the water, gasping for air. He had gone on a training mission with his Sensei to the Cursed Training Grounds to further their martial arts skills. Everyone had warned them that the location was extremely dangerous. The entire area was cursed, but nobody had explained exactly what that means.

Marco was about to find out.

Pulling himself from the crystal clear pool, he noticed a strange weight in his chest. He knew Sensei had given him a good kick, but this was a different kind of uncomfortable. Looking down, he realized the truth.

In place of his regular flat chest and boyish frame, he was sporting a rather… large set of assets, and quite the figure to match.

Marco screamed, but it wasn’t his voice that came out. A high-pitched, feminine voice rang out through the valley. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

“Uuhhhhh… Sensei?” Marco frantically searched for his teacher.

“Uh, yeah du- WHOA! What happened to you?” Sensei lept down from one of the many bamboo poles scattered across the training grounds.

“I… I don’t know! Two minutes ago I was a dude! Now I’m… not.” Marco sat at the edge of the pool he had fallen into. He stared into the mirror like surface at a decidedly female version of his own face.

“You idiots! I told you training here was dangerous! Now you’re cursed!” a very pissed guide screamed from the entrance. “That was the spring of the drowned maiden! Long ago, a beautiful young woman fell and drowned in that spring! Now, whoever falls in is cursed to live half their life as a woman!”

Marco continued staring at his new face. Her new face? This was very confusing. Finally, he spoke up.

“What do you mean, half my life? Am I going to die!?” He was terrified now. Sensei had planned this trip. As soon as Marco saw cursed in the name, he wanted nothing to do with it. Now he was going to die? This had to be in his top 3 worst trips.

“No no, nothing that horrible! You’re… what did that one pigtailed buffoon call it? Aquasexual! Yes, simply put, hot water makes you a boy, cold water makes you a girl.”

“So… I’m not going to die, but I am going to change gender?”

“Quite frequently, if that other guy’s story is to be believed.”

Marco thought about it for a moment. This couldn’t be too bad. Just… avoid cold water. That’s not too hard, right? He lives in Southern California, how often does it really get wet? Sure, going to the beach or pool might get a bit hairy, but he could manage it.

“I guess that’s ok,” he finally replied. “I mean, changing genders isn’t too much of a curse. It could probably be useful at times.”

“Whatever you say, idiot.” The guide turned around and walked back to his post. Those two could find their way home without him.

Marco got up and met Sensei near the front of the training grounds. Neither of them were very interested in continuing their training here.


Star waited patiently for Marco to return from his trip.

Well, maybe not patiently, but at least she had stopped casting destructive spells on the house.

It had been 2 weeks since Marco had set of with Sensei on their training mission. They had learned everything they could from the VHS tapes. They needed a proper journey to unlock their hidden potential. At least, that’s what Sensei said to convince Marco to join him. Star was pretty sure he was just kicked out of his mother’s house again.

Suddenly, Star was jolted from her daydream by a creak at the front door. Excited, she bolted into the living room at full speed.

“WELCOME BACK MARcooooo??? Who are you?” Star stared in bewilderment at the beautiful young lady before her. This was not Marco. She looked a little like Marco. She had his eyes, and the little mole, and even the red hoodie, but this was clearly a girl.

“I… uh… it’s… it’s me, Star. I’m Marco.”

“Uh, no. Marco’s a boy.” Star continued eying the stranger before her.

Marco let out an exasperated sigh. “Star, I’m tired, and it’s a really long story. Just… trust me. I’m Marco. Can I please go to bed now?”

“Prove it.” Star stood her ground. “Prove you’re Marco, strange pretty lady who knows my name.”

“You collect bottled ships. You have a secrets closet that I got trapped in 2 years ago. Your book is run by an annoying blue being that gorges himself on pudding and sass. You once whispered some extremely graphic things about me while passed out on friendship Thursday and I pretended not to hear you. I could go on, but I’m tired. Please let me in now.”

Star couldn’t believe it. This girl standing before her was… Marco. Her Marco. The boy she had lived with for the last two and a half years. The boy she fell in love with. He was… she.

“What… what happened? Are you ok?” Star started freaking out.

“Star, calm down, I’m fine. I just need to lay down. And could you get me a glass of warm water? Like, as hot as the sink goes.”

Star was a bit confused at the last request, but she wasn’t going to argue. She set off to the kitchen while Marco laid down on the couch. Just as he - she - was about to fall asleep, Star returned with the water.

“Um… here you go. I’d probably let it cool down before drinking it though. It’s pretty hot.”

“Nope, this is perfect!” Marco grabbed the glass from Star and swiftly dumped it on his head. True to the guide’s word, his body suddenly shifted back to his original male form.

“Okay, what in the WORLD just happened Marco! That was incredible! I don’t even know that kind of magic!” Star was amazed. She had never heard of such a power, and somehow ordinary Earth-boy Marco had them!

“You know the training grounds Sensei took me to? This is what it meant by cursed. Apparently every single spring was tied to a tragic drowning. Falling in means changing into whatever drowned there, at least between doses of hot and cold water.”

Star stared in awe. This was so cool! Imagine all the crazy stuff they could do together! Imagine all the pranks!

“So… say I do… THIS! Hydro jet blast!”

A stream of cold water shot from Star’s wand, drenching the once again female Marco.

Annoyed, Marco shot Star a look. “Well, then I’d be a soaked girl. Again.”

The worst part of this curse had not been turning into a girl. Marco could handle that, for the most part. No, what Marco learned in his travels back home was mentioning his curse meant a 650% increase in the chance of wet socks. The worst thing in the world, is wet socks.

“Sorry, I just had to see. But now I know! I’m so excited! Think about it Marco, now we can do anything!”

“Star, I change gender, not reality. I guess I can participate in ladies’ night at the bowling alley, but it’s not like I’m Super…person.”

Marco was too tired for this right now. He just walked all the way home from China. All he wanted was to go to bed.

“Look, we can talk about this tomorrow, ok? I just want to sleep right now. My feet are KILLING me.”

Star nodded in response. She could tell her excitement was not appropriate right now.

“Ok, I’ll let you sleep. But we gotta see what your new body can do! You’re a whole new person, sometimes! This is so cool! Now were magic twins!” Star’s face beamed. She was taking this way better than Marco had anticipated.

Marco giggled. He couldn’t say no to that face. “Alright, we’ll see. For now, I’m gonna…” He fell asleep before he could finish.


Sooo… this is already posted 3 hours after Starco Week ended, so I’ll end it here for now. Maybe I’ll come back to it. Ranma ½ was my first manga and anime, and it still holds a dear place in my heart. If I find inspiration on an interesting route to take this, I’ll post more.

So I fought this bunch of draugr, and after having blasted them with the ice thu'um and destruction spells, one of them gets up again.

“strong dude” I think to myself, as I’m sure he had died.

Turns out he had. He didn’t react to further attacks, and I could search his body, but he stood, breathed and had his fists up, ready to go.

Is there a name for when an Undead becomes Undead yet again?

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.

anonymous asked:

when did ryan join you guys?

Ryan: They met me when they, uh, got mixed up in one of my science experiments. We stayed in touch after they helped me clean that up, and long story short, I realized I joined them all on heists so frequently that I figured it’d just be better if I just joined the crew full time. 

Geoff: I say this every fucking time you tell this story – raising a legion of the undead is not considered a “science experiment”, asshole.

Ryan: I was born into it. Magic is in my family’s bloodline and my mom taught me most of everything I know. I was her apprentice of sorts? I inherited all of her stuff when she died, so all of the spellbooks and magical items I own were originally hers, including the one book on necromancy.

Ryan: Necromancy is really only a hobby of mine, I don’t really use a lot of black magic like that in day to day use. I do a lot of conjuration magic and I’ve dabbled in invocation even though I’m not really good at it. My favorites are destructive spells though, like ones that involve fire or explosions.

Ryan: Well, when they first encountered me I was trying to summon some skeletons while wearing my full heisting outfit, skull mask and all, so they briefly thought I was a demon of some kind. That was cleared up pretty fast when Michael set them straight though.

Ryan: And making my glasses appear is a simple snap of the fingers – a spell I can do when I’m asleep. That’s why they appeared so suddenly.