#broken spells

[tommyheavyshield]

Jinxed / Calm After the Storm / Self-Para

Tommy looked at his phone blinking. It was like his brain was refusing to process what he was reading. The following locations were damaged or destroyed: and there it was on the screen... Lucas Drake’s Off Campus Residence. He was breathing too fast. Way too fast. He looked around but couldn't see Tilly. Her home was on that list too, but all he could think was Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. Leaving everything he'd brought to the shelter laying there on the ground and took off running. The last time he'd seen his Master was outside the door of the clinic. He'd assumed the fae would be going to his assigned shelter, but what if he'd gone home? He was damn strong and was feeling extra powerful with everything that was going on. Maybe he'd gone home to wait it out. What if he was hurt? He'd seen with his own eyes what happened to Master Malvolio and he was like the most powerful witch or whatever on the whole island. Lucas was powerful, but how did you fight a freakin' dragon lady witch person. He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find or well that wasn't true actually. He'd been absolutely sure what he was going to find. The worst. Things had been so good for so long. The bad had just been waiting. It was always just waiting. He'd been talking about dropping out of school. He'd been fucking unhappy in his classes and bad talking them in his own head. In doing so he'd jinxed things. So it was with some surprise that after running full tilt up the path that ran along the beach he came to a halt in front of the mansion still standing. It was smoking in places and the side near the beach was so damaged he could see inside, but it was standing still strong. Still home. He reached for the front door knob with a shaking hand, turning it and walking inside. "Master?"

@masterlucasdrake

[everlasting-unicorn]

Touch of Evil

He'd heard the sound even from his hidden away little house. And while Everlasting would have just as well liked to stay hidden away, he had friends that he had to help if they needed it. There was something so very wrong in the air. On one hand he felt strangely strong and powerful, on the the very air he breathed seemed to be choking his lungs, though there was no smoke and no fire eating up the forest. Once he made it into town, his courage clutched around him like a cloak, he felt like running away. Evil. There was dark, dank, dangerous evil here. It was a blackness that struck out at his light as if it were trying to tear chunks of it away. However his light was burning very strong, pure and true. He spun around when he heard the sound. "Who are you? What do you want?" He'd like to say that his voice didn't waiver, but no matter how pure his light was, the darkness was still there stabbing away. @the-institute-starters

[winters-lust]

Too Close For Comfort | Open

Winter felt the magic change before she saw it. Something about the latest stream of fireworks was changing the air around her. She couldn't put her finger on what it was until the shimmering bubble which both protected and trapped the island inhabitants came into view. That couldn't be a good sign.

Perhaps it was curiosity or concern but either way Winter followed the whizz and crack of bright explosions to the administration building. For the first time since they'd started on the island, Winter tried to examine the odd and random show for arcane intent... and she certainly found some! Winter waved her hand and symbols began to float in the air before her, magical circles and sigils of light moving and layering as she tried to discover the spell's intent or who might be casting it. It took work, hard work, for her to glean anything from the complicated and powerful enchantment but something became clear to Winter.

This firework show was an attack on the protection spell of the island and it-

There was a popping sound, the only warning before the administration building exploded!

Winter was launched away from the building by the force, hitting the ground and rolling against the concrete before finally coming to a stop. She was absolutely injured, struggling to breathe. The wind had been knocked out of her and the extent of her other wounds remained to be seen. She'd been standing right on the buildings doorstep, there had to be bruising, internal bleeding, perhaps some broken ribs, busted organs as well as the road rash all in various places on her body. She would live but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

Winter struggled to sit herself up, her palms sore and bleeding as she pushed against the pavement. Then a shadow appeared over her. It grew larger and... dammit. Winter just managed to put up a shield to block the large chunk of wall that had nearly crushed her. Fragments of the building which had been launched into the air and was now making its way down to the earth around them. Even those who were further from the blast were not safe. Case and point, Winter only just managed to throw up another magical barrier over a person nearby before a stone nearly smashed them.

"Help, please" she asked them as she began crawling out from under her shield and the stone resting on it. Her magic flickered and the stone dropped an inch before she caught it again. Her magic was failing, her left leg refused to move as it should and if she didn't get out before the barrier failed again she'd be crushed none the less.

[layla-dubois]

Marked for Death | Open

Layla was managing pretty well, though her magic flared and sputtered at random intervals but she was riding the highs and lows with more ease than she'd expected. Her classes were paying off.

Others seemed to be having a tougher time. The longer the binding spells remained absent, the more volatile some seemed. She skirted the chaos as she moved down the island streets until her feet came to an abrupt halt.

Had she really seen that? Between the moving crowds, was that face real or were her old nightmares returning to haunt her? Was this all perhaps a dream? It couldn't be, the chaos of the boundary spell coming down was all too real. Then... was that face....

Layla gasped and took a couple steps back as the crowd cleared a bit and she saw the familiar face more clearly. No, it couldn't be! She couldn't really be standing there on the island streets!

Standing before her was her cousin Kalilah DuBois.

"Hello, traitor," Kalilah voice purred out.

Without the institute's protective magic, her family had found her and there was only one reason Kalilah would have been sent to track Layla down like this. The DuBois were seeking absolution from the Sang Vide coven by way of killing the traitor vessel of their family.

"H-how... h-h-how are y-you..." Layla sputtered.

"Seems like someone opened up the gates to your little paradise," Kalilah answered before Layla finished her question. She raised a hand as fire engulfed her fist. "At least you've picked a nice place to die." She offered a cruel smile before launching the ball of flames towards Layla, who stood frozen with fear.

[everlasting-unicorn]

Stand in the Light/Calm After the Storm/Self-Para

Ever felt strained and washed out by the events. They were for the most part so far above and beyond his understanding and yet left him shaken nonetheless. He'd watched on that accursed device as a man's life bled out of him. The man had been dangerous, perhaps unkind even, but it was a life and now it was snuffed out never to find any kind of peace. As he stepped out of the library into the smoke shrouded air, he shivered. Unsure as to where to go or how to help, the unicorn walked. He felt so damn small in this place in all of the months he'd lived there he never quite felt at home. Never felt quite right in his body even. It wasn't his body and this wasn't his home. He'd thought the little cottage in the woods might be a new sort of home, but everything that happened proved that was far from true. The hunters that had chased him through the chaos proved it wasn't true. And yet something urged him on. After more than an hour of walking aimlessly up and down the destroyed streets he made his way onto the sandy beach and there... there was what had been calling to him. A beam of light, a bright ray breaking through the smoke. On shaking legs he made his way on the cold sand until his feet, bare and bleeding, felt warmth. It wasn't an answer to so many questions that he had, so many uncertainties, but here in the light he felt safe at least.

[nrodovsky]

Florence And The Machine - Blinding Music Video There once was a better fan video version of this but it seems to have been taken down.

[in-his-womb]

The Tourist - part II (B)

siteseeing I taught him the ways across my city obliging as his guide through flavors & favors I was greeted at night by all the wrong words and his hopeless attempt to curb my hurt aiming for a kiss that was denied stumbling to rescue his coat from my couch as he checked out.

the ways I taught him he walked them down through the afternoon window, I looked out he was coming up my street with something to eat in a bag from the place I introduced to him stopped at my corner walking our map back from the place where we met to the place he had left and I was watching from my window as he was looking around for the Hotel whose entrance misteriously disappeared after he failed to sustain the spell.

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