#magic curse

[call-me-cosmic]

Edwin 🥀

[soursagas]

inspired by this ask @justletmereadmywhump for @sowhumpshaped

content: magic ‘curse’ like stuff , perceived escaping , ‘questionable’ awareness perhaps/confusion, described pain.

They looked around, suddenly aware in a way they hadn’t felt since…a long time. Looking around they saw the walls covered in bright green, blue, pink colours, which would’ve been mistaken for paint if it was anyone else. Not them though. They knew.

The burning sensation they felt on their left arm, the left side of their face, quickly began to feel like a hot metal rod had been stabbed inside them, (they looked down around their body to make sure there was no real metal rod stuck in them)

Grasping onto their left arm, glancing around the not-paint covered walls, they couldn’t tell if walls were really glowing or not, it was like they were seeing double all over. As the burning sensation unexpectedly became worse they grabbed their arm so hard it would probably bruise (more than it already had).

They frantically rolled their sleeve up, hissing in pain as the fabric made rough contact with their own bright blue splotches across their arm. It was slowly becoming unbearable, but they couldn’t pull the sleeve back down over the burning pain they felt. They quickly backed up from the wall in front of them, sensing the pain spike they barely miss running their back into the wall behind them and realize that, without making the pain worse, they would be stuck in the middle of the room.

The ringing in their ears grew louder when they tried to listen for any sound, anyone that might be close by to hear them, to by some impossible chance sense the same thing they did emanating from the walls. With their vision doubling so much it was starting to give them a headache, they thought they saw a…staircase? Maybe their vision was confusing a door.

Whatever it was, it was the only chance out. So gripping their sharp nails into their arm (they felt bits of liquid begin to stream down it) they ran for the staircase/door looking opening. The last of their memory remembers not slamming into a wall, but a flash of pain, as if someone harshly twisted their already torn muscles and broken bones, then collapsing the moment they made it out, and fell into unconsciousness.

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[rapidpixeladventure]

Try to wiggle the word free or snap it off at the middle. Might make for a decent spearhead.

{[GET]: [Rusty Longsword]}

You grab ahold of the weapon stuck in the skeletons ribcage and tug with all the strength left in your tiny little clay body.

As the blade is wrenched free, you fall on your rump and kick up a small cloud of dust. You didn't expect the entire sword to come loose, but this is even better than just a makeshift spearhead.

{You got: [Rusty Masterwork Longsword]}

This is the first time you have gotten your slimy little hands on a real weapon. Compared to your [Rusty Sword] it is far heavier and far sharper. Even with the thick coating of rust, and the large crack in the middle, this sword is a work of art onto itself. The intricate carvings on the pommel, the reinforced cross-guard, and the fitted metal grip all shine with the pride of a master sword-smith.

This weapon has very low durability due to its age but deals a much higher rate of damage when compared to your current weapons.

{You have three weapons equipped, any new weapon you find will be put in your inventory instead.}

As you slide the weapon into your [Blessed Travelers Cloak] to act as a sheath where it rests with a noticeable weight.

Your [Orb of Exploration] shudders slightly, the light blinking with a yellow sheen for a split second. You watch it for a few moments but it doesn't happen again. You haven't seen it do that before.

[STATUS] (new!)

[QUESTS]

[MAP]

(discord server)

*What Should We Do Now?*

[fanastywhump]

A possessive fae whumper who gives their trapped human spouse a wedding band that slowly spreads and encases their body in gold and diamonds every time they even think of escaping.

If their spirit does not break soon, they will be forever a statue.

[zakyuu]

I want to lie down and never think of drawing for at least a week.

Unfortunately for me, I’m gonna have to face it again. Because college sucks ass.

Enjoy Taylor passing out due to magic exertion, though.

[covenoftheopenmind]

A Pale Red Moon Curse

Written by Pater Erastis Liecia of the Open Minded Path. This is a curse to bring confusion and discord to your enemy. For maximum benefit, use this on a new moon, in the dead of night. 

What you need:

 - blueberries  - a bottle of alcohol  - mustard seeds  - black pepper  - poppy seeds  - rose petals  - black candles

Steps:

1. Cast circle (preferably one in the shape of a triangle). 

2. Place your candles within a triangle and scatter the rose petals inside of the shape created by the placement of the candles. 

3. Standing, begin to visualize your target running at night underneath the light of a pale blood moon in a garden of flowers. The moon should be painted upon the sky - and not in a far-away distance. Your victim should be running in fear as if being chased by some sort of predator. 

4. Channel the anger that this person has given you and bring it to the surface,  but attempt to tame it. Do not be a raging wolf, but a a serpent coiled underneath the grass, awaiting to strike. 

5. Walk in a circle around the candles. 

6. In a mortar,  add the blueberries, black pepper, poppy and mustard seeds and crush them until you make a paste out of them. 

7. Say the following incantation (loudly and with conviction):      As you ran along the shore,      Crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet      And maddened ever by the fear of the unknown,      You saw that the garden had no end under that moon.              Now riddled with blood and bone, ravaged by a tyrant's whip,      You saw the sky itself forsaking you.

7. Visualize that your target is beginning to sink into the ground beneath the roses as if the earth was quicksand. 

8. Pour the paste into the bottle of alcohol and seal it again. 

9. Shake it until they're well-mixed and bury it or pour its content outside.

[agentofship]

A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 5/6

Pairing: FitzSimmons Rated M, 22,6k words (as of now) Summary: It's a dark and stormy night. On a deserted country road, Leo Fitz's old car breaks down, leaving him alone and without cellphone reception on the side of the road. In a nearby village, this is the perfect night for Jemma to practice her witchcraft in peace. They might have never met if fate, in the form of a very insistent crow, hadn't decided otherwise. Originally written for Promptober and beta’d by the wonderful @libbyweasley​ <3 This is almost the end :) After this chapter, there’ll only be a short epilogue that I will sometime before the end of the week! Hope you’ll enjoy these last chapters!  "So... do you have a special school or something?" Jemma mumbled something he didn't get against his chest and Fitz chuckled. After the spectacular sex, they'd fallen asleep half on top of each other and Fitz had been feeling like he was still burning up from the inside with desire and love. But after a while, they still had to pull the covers over themselves and had been cuddling in comfortable, sleepy silence since. Had she put a spell on her own bed as well for him to feel so happy, safe and contented like never before in his life? "To learn magic?" he added. "Is there a special place you go to or..." She grumbled lightly and wiggled until she could look down at him. "Have you ever taken the Jacobite train at Fort William?" she asked and Fitz's eyes widened. "No... but I've always wanted to." "Well, when you take it, there's a secret stop, right after the viaduct, that only witches know about. That's where the school is." "Really?!" Oh this was getting even more interesting. "Do you know that's the train they used in the Harry Potter movies?" "Of course, I do. Who do you think gave them the idea?" "You mean...""Yeah, hide in plain sight and all that..." "Wow... Really?"

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[voidlitmoon]

A person with the power to turn into any were/half human being (merfolk, fairy, wherewolf, harpie, centaur, dragonborn etc. That cant turn into a full dragon or wolf though, only half forms) but they've never been taught how to control it, only been belittled and been called a monster, so they run off and find actual mythics

All these mythics think this is a human but they end up taking them in, and while its suspicious how the human knows how to deal with the others half humanoids when they need species unique help, they brush it off as they dont know how much the humans have knowledge of their own

It's all revealed when the human turns into a half form to protect the others, and even later found out that the human had been cursed and oops now they have to go fight the witch/wizard/evil magic user to save the world using their own creation and well guess who wins