the-truth-spell

Honesty Lip Scrub Spell

A spell to use to aid in being honest with yourself and others.

You Will Need:

  • Sunflower Oil (or Coconut Oil)
  • Sugar
  • Honey
  • 2 Blue Candles
  • Sodalite
  • Container to store

Steps:

Light your candles and place them to either side of your work space. Place your sodalite near you as well. In your container mix your oil and sugar then add a small amount of honey and mix until it is the consistency you desire.

Apply to lips focusing on your intent to speak more honestly. Apply it in circles for 1-2 minutes then rinse off and dab dry. Blow out or snuff out your candles once done to finish spell. If desired you may also carry the sodalite around with you after the spell for an extra boost of honesty.

celestial-escapism  asked:

I saw someone make a spell using a Fidget Cube- can that sort of thing be done?

Absolutely! You can make spells with just about anything, so long as you can ascribe clear meaning to any physical components and maintain a focused intent for what the spell is supposed to do.

Random odd things I’ve used for spells:

  • Meat thermometer (finding the “sweet spot” for food magic spell)
  • Wind-up timer (stirring timer / metronome for chanting)
  • Handful of dry cereal (divination)
  • LED flashlight (revelation spell)
  • Makeup compact mirror (truth-finding spell)
  • Halloween vampire fangs (intimidation glamour)
  • Colored hair chalk (confidence glamour)
  • Air freshener and baking soda (cleansing spell)

One of the best things about magic is the versatility of the craft. Creative use of available materials will take you a long way.

💬 ‘Veritaserum’ Tea ☕

inspired by jk rowling’s “ Veritaserum “, a potion-drink to encourage someone to tell the truth when you share the drink with them, or to inspire truth to come to you in your future

“It is Veritaserum—a Truth Potion so powerful that three drops would have you spilling your innermost secrets for this entire class to hear.”

(obviously it’s not going to be that potent, but here’s a tea for spilling tea)

💬 recipe is for 1 cup of tea.

☕ heat cup of water

💬 add 1.5 tsp dried rosemary needles

☕ steep for 5 minutes

💬 strain rosemary needles out

☕ add the violet as a garnish.

💬 if you are afraid of the truth but still wish to hear it, add honey to the tea so that the words will be sweetened.

aletheia · goddess of truth and the unhidden 

Aletheia’s parentage is a mystery. Some scholars say she was Zeus’ daughter (mother unknown); some say the God Prometheus sculpted her and breathed life into her lungs to stand as a symbol for truth for mankind. Regardless, she was venerated as a Goddess of virtue, wisdom, and unconcealedness. You could hide nothing from her; she represented Truth in its highest form. She had three opposites; Dolos, the god of trickery, Apate, the goddess of deception, and all the Pseudologoi, the gods of lies.

requested by: @turquoisetimetraveller

Dean had been hit by a truth telling spell. He had been spewing his deepest darkest secrets without a care in the world. There was one thing you wanted to know, and as much as you knew it was taking advantage of the situation, you had to know what Dean Winchester thought of you.

You looked at him as he fiddled with his gun, taking it apart and putting it back together again to keep himself from talking.

“Dean?” you questioned, touching his thigh gently. “I’ve got a question.”

He looked up at you expectantly. “Shoot, princess. I’m a straight shooter today, so it’s your lucky day,” he smiled.

“What do you really think of me? Like why did you let me come with you and Sam? You have no ties to me. I’m not blood. Why me?” you sighed finally.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you before he opened his mouth.

“I love you,” he stated simply. He looked at you like it was the most obvious answer.

“What?” you breathed, staring at his dark green eyes.

“You’re awkward and weird, and I fucking love it. You exude a confidence that is sexy as hell because you don’t give two fucks about what anyone thinks about you. You like what you like whether I tease you about it or not. You stand your ground and that is a huge turn on. You don’t let me being an ass sway you from being you. And I love you and all your quirks. Shit, I love every damn thing about you,” Dean breathed out, staring into your eyes.

You stared at him, but before you could respond, Sam came through the hotel room door.

“Is it done?” you asked. “Is the witch dead?”

Sam nodded. He looked exhausted. “Yeah, about thirty minutes ago. I’m gonna hit the shower. Dean you alright?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean nodded as your eyes met his, a look of confusion spreading across your face. “I’m way good, dude.”

Sam nodded curtly and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Thirty minutes ago?” you breathed out.

“Yeah. I felt it,” he laughed softly, looking into your eyes.

“And everything you just said,” you barely whispered.

“The absolute fucking truth. I’m tired of pretending like it isn’t, sweetheart. That truth spell made me realize that I couldn’t keep it from you anymore. I’ve loved you from the minute you ganked that vamp,” he chuckled at the memory.

“I distinctly remember you telling it to ‘suck on that’ right after you separated its head from its body,” Dean smiled. “I knew right then you weren’t like other hunters. You’re different, and I love it,” Dean swallowed. “I love you,” he reiterated.

You stared at him, desperately trying to blink away the tears. Your weird awkwardness had always kept you in the friend zone with most guys. Most weren’t able to believe that a girl like you existed, a girl who loved video games, writing, rock music, and loved any movie that was quotable, so they always kept you at an arms length.

You thought Dean had been another guy to stick you in the friend zone, never getting any other indication from him, until now.

“You don’t believe me,” he mumbled, stepping closer to you.

“It’s not that,” you started but before you could finish, Dean’s hand landed on your neck and pulled your lips to his. He pressed his lips firmly against yours as his arm snaked around your back and pressed you into him, like he wanted the two of you to become one.

You wrapped your arms around this shoulders melted and into him. His lips and roaming hands confirmed everything his mouth had just confessed.

Dean Winchester loved you and all of you. How did a girl like you get so damn lucky?

Cas being cursed to only tell the truth.

Cas still mostly speaks freely with Sam as they work to unlock the spell, but he’s very careful about what he says around Dean. If he’s at all in doubt about what’s going to come out of his mouth, he keeps it shut.

“Why’d you even grab that damn necklace instead of me in the first place?” Dean says. “You must have been able to sense it was cursed.”

Cas says nothing.

“Why are you still hanging onto that bookmark I gave you?” Dean says. “I can buy you a better one.”

Cas says nothing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dean says. “They’re just glasses, I need them to read, now, okay?”

Cas says nothing.

Dean takes Cas out to a diner to try to take his mind off things, and also possibly try to get to the bottom of the fact that since the curse hit, Cas has hardly said two words together to him.

Cas keeps very, very quiet. He’s doing so well.

Dean picks a fry off his plate, and then another, and then reaches over and switches their plates so that he can do the job properly.

“Why d’you never complain when I do that?” Dean says, when the waitress has taken their plates away. “Take your food without asking.”

Cas thinks for a moment. Because I don’t really get hungry, anyway, is what he means to say.

“Because I love you,” is what comes out of his mouth.

Castiel only hates the curse for around thirty seconds longer. Ten for Dean to get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to really get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to say Cas, and reach over the table, and grab his hand.

Dean kisses truths out of Cas’ mouth all night, until every single one is spilled. I watched you raking those leaves. I killed a thousand copies of you in Heaven but I couldn’t kill you, the real you, not ever. I would have stayed with you as a demon, as the king of Hell himself. Because I love you.

The curse breaks by the dawn, all truths spent.

The magic, however, is only just beginning.

Imagine getting hit by a truthspell and the Winchester call Crowley for help. While under the spell you say some pretty interesting things.
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Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Originally posted by mooseleys

Originally posted by foreverfrozensolid

The hunt on the Witch went pretty well… okay it went good. Okaaay it went horrible. Yes she was dead but in this Case it was bad. Why? Because this damn Witch cursed (Y/N) with a truth spell. At first it was fun for Dean. He asked her many things just wanting to tease her and make her embarassed but it soon started to get annoying for all of them. The poor Huntress really answered on everything with nothing but the plain truth. It didn’t wear of for four freaking days!! She couldn’t even go outside anymore.. cause ya know people don’t like to hear the truth. Sam and Dean went over books and the Internet and even Called Bobby. But with no use… Normally the spell should wear off after a Day but this one didn’t. It really was the last hope as they called onto Crowley for help. Castiel was busy and well Gabriel and Balthazar weren’t on best terms with the two Brothers so Crowley was the best bet.
If (Y/N) and the boys had known how this would end, they would’ve send their lovely sister(not by blood! Sawwy!) to another room.

After they summoned him, the three of them waited at least for 15 minutes. Sam was on his Laptop and Dean eating his Pie. (Y/N) sat on a chair across from them lost in her book. “Hello there Kitten.” A sudden deep voice purred beside her ear, making the poor girl squeak and fall down from the chair out of shock. Sam and Dean shot up pulling out their Guns only to put them away again when they noticed who it was. (Y/N) glared up at the King of Hell. “Don’t do that!” She growled getting to her feet. Crowley only chuckled at her looking over at the Brothers. “Moose, Squirrel. What can I do for you on this lovely Day?” He asked as he sat down. Sam decided to speak up. “(Y/N) was hit by a truthspell… normally it should wear off after a day or two but this one won’t go away.” The Demons eyes the wandered towards you making her gulp. “Is that so?” The (H/C) haired girl nodded at that. “And why do you need my help?” He drwaled. “Because we won’t let you out till you help us.” Dean growled. (Y/N) really tried to keep it in but well the spell was stronger. “Because we really tried everything and it won’t work and I am slowly going insane so please will you help us?” She said in a begging voice surprising the three man. “Now if you ask so nicely.. I like it to hear someone beg.” Crowley smirked. “Oh I bet you do…” Left the young huntress mouth before she even could think about it. Dean furrowed his brows as Sam shot you a warning look. Crowley only smirked and got up taking a step closer. He placed a Hand on her cheek but barley touched her. A soft whimper left her as she took in his scent already feeling weak at her knees. But Dean pulled her out of her thoughts again. “Don’t touch her Crowley!” He hissed. A deep throaty laugh left him as he kept his eyes fixed on her. “I don’t think she does mind, am I right Kitten?” To fast and high for her comfort a ‘Yes’ left her lips. “The hell?! You know he is the King of freaking Hell?!” The young huntress eyes shot towards Dean an then the door wanting to run out here before some more deep secrets came out. And Hell… that wouldn’t end well. Crowley finally took a step away from her. “It is a stronger spell than the normal truth spell.. it’ll wear of in a few more Days.” He said with a proud smirk. “Get the hell out!” Dean growled making Crowley laugh. “What no thank you?” Dean gritted his theeth. “Yes thank you… now go to hell.” Crowley smirked at that. “Now now Dean… always being so Dominant.” (Y/N) bit her lip wanting to stop the words that wanted to leave her but it was to late. “I wouldn’t mind to Dominate you.” At that all eyes shot towards her and Crowley raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that so Pet?” Sam was the one now raising his voice. “Don’t call her Pet, Demon!” But (Y/N) cut him off again. “No I don’t mind, I like this nickname.” She clasped her hands over her mouth wanting nothing more than just disappear. Dean sent her a dirty look while Crowley appeared behind her whispering in her ear. “When your back to your normal self… I’m gonna come for you.” Her breath hitched in her throat. What left her mouth next terrified her. “Oh I bet you’ll do…” A last laugh left him as he disappeared leaving an embarassed Huntress and two fuming Winchesters.
One tought went through (Y/N) head over and over again..

’“This is going to be one hell of a long Week.’

The Honest Truth

Summary: Okay. So I wanted to write a threesome. @lovemydean-o-saur suggested a spell where everyone has to speak their minds, and it leads to confessions, which leads to a threesome. Thanks for the prompt, love!

Word Count: 6200 (Somehow, this is my longest fic ever. Oops)

Warning: ALL THE SMUT, threesome (no Wincest), oral, so much dirty talk, anal, double penetration…yikes.

A/N: So I had more fun writing this fic than almost any other I’ve written. I hope you guys enjoy it, too! Let me know what you think!

“How long until it wears off?” The leather of the Impala’s backseat stuck to your skin as you squirmed. Shorts had been a bad idea. Jeans next time. Or you know, stay home. Let someone else get hit by a truth spell.

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Truth Spell

You will need the following items:

  • Thyme
  • A red candle
  • An herb dish 

Pour the Thyme into the herb dish and say:

“Purification I do conjure 
So that thoughts be spoke,
No be pondered" 

Light the candle and say:

"Passion so red,
Set to the fire,
Let the truth be said,
As is my desire”

Drop red wax onto the herbs and say:

“Mists of thyme,
Fire of red,
Send the truth to my head”

Now go to your front door and release the herbs to the wind. You shall let thyme fly and receive the truth.

Spells

Can “Close the Goddamn Door.” be a spell. Like it just slams the fucking door after someone exits/enters.

“Romeo, oh Romeo, where art thou?” A spell for finding lost objects. 

“Why the fuck you lyin?” Is a truth spell. 

“When Pigs fly.” Is a truce spell. Whoever breaks it first smells like a pigsty until the other deems fit.

“[His/her/their] Bark is worse than […] bite.” A common joke spell used by the lower grades, make you bark like a dog until the spell wears off.

“Sugar we’re going down Swinging.” A stamina spell, used for… Well I think you know. But you have to pronounce it all like the singer does. Works better than “A candle in the wind.” But harder and with better results. 

“Leonardo DiCaprio.” curses someone to never win anything truly great (an advanced spell)

“You don’t understand what it’s like,” I exclaim angrily.

His eyes meet mine. “Then help me understand,” he says quietly. “I want to understand.”

He has a look on his face that spells out truth. I pause.

—  bell let’s talk - oakflower
Truth Tea Spell

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • Ground Cloves
  • Rosemary
  • Ground Coriander
  • Ground Cinnamon
  • Thyme
  • A Coffee Filter
  • A piece of thread
  • A metal bowl 
  • A knife

1. Brew a pot of water.
2. Mix the herbs together.
3. Pour them into the coffee filter.
4. Tie the coffee filter shut with the thread, and make sure it’s tight. making a tea bag.
5. Put the tea bag into the bowl.
6. Pour the boiling water into the metal bowl.
7. Let it steep for 6 minutes.
8. Stir the tea with your dagger (Make sure it’s clean), and say:


As I stir,
three times three,
All who drink this magic tea,
Shall tell the truth,
None shall lie,
Let it be done,
So say I”.


Invite the person in, and pour them a cup of tea, and the truth will come pouring out.