#new spell

[the-grand-neb]

I have learned new evil wizard spell

I call it, scream bonk

I scream

Enemy is confused

And bonk with evil wizard stick

With this new spell I have defeated demon (also vampire helped and did most of the work ignore that)

My evil wizard prowess has increased

[im-a-wizard-who-dont-crime]

I created a new spell that flays people alive. Who wants to be the test subject?

[simone-da-witch]

fuck it new spell:

CREATE SPIRITUAL GLORY HOLE

This spell creates, you guessed it, a glory hole that attracts spirits to use it, allowing us corporeal, living folk to receive from it

hopefully this spells finds its uses, especially for those on the @slutty-wizard-council

[voidhollow]

I may have found a new favorite spell for stealth 💥.

Hit pretty hard when charged and it knocks enemies to the ground with explosive force.

I don’t remember why I paused so long after the first one, I do kill 3 more groups in this clip. One of the guys on the stairs ends up dead and underneath them.

[deadudephotos]

I cast my newly concocted spell “lower your credit score by 32 points” nine times in a row. Try getting approval on a new automobile loan NOW, cursed one.

[divinationcentral]

A spell for new beginnings, and shedding the past

Things you’ll need: 

Two candles, of different colors, one to represent the past/night, and the other to represent the future/the new day. 

Goes without saying, but something to light the candles with

And if you need it: somewhere for the candle to rest as it burns away. 

Set-up: 

On the candle you selected for the past - carve the word PAST onto it. 

On the candle you selected for the future - you will carve the word FUTURE onto it. 

I recommend you write them vertically, as they will fit better this way~ 

What tool you choose to carve the candles with is of no significance, but if you want there to be significance ~ do as you wish, use the tools you need to make this spell rich. So if you think you need to anoint yourself, or take a spiritual bath, or anything like this (if you clean all your items before working with them), just go ahead and do that. :) Me? I’m a simple gal. I have an intention - I do with it right away. 

The Ritual: 

You may choose the night you do this, as I firmly believe transformation can happen on any day, but if there is a time and a place you’d like to be in, then set your ritual up this way. 

Likewise, if there is a moon cycle you prefer, that you feel will be more potent for this energy - once more, go ahead and set up the ritual this way. 

As a rule: Always cleanse your space before you do magic, and always shield/ward/ and protect yourself from negativity/negative entities (not that there will be any, but it’s helpful to always mark the space you’ll be working in as sacred to anything that may interfere with you working in it). 

On this night, your intention is to burn away the bridge to the past, not the good lessons, but to all the bad that still accesses you today that may be causing blockages in your thinking or potential (your path towards the future, you know). 

The passage you will say before you set the candle ablaze is this: 

Today, I’m burning the bridge to the past.

Its energy will no longer have an influence on my future.

My future is open to abundance, prosperity, new energy, and opportunity that awaits me.

Thank you for your lessons, past, but it is now time to release me.

I release you. 

I am free.

. . . 

The Following Morning: 

You may wake up whenever you wish, but I recommend you let yourself get a very, good night’s rest. Sleep! Like you’ve never slept before hahaha...we want to return to our tip-top selves today. :) 

And you will burn the second candle, and say, before you set it ablaze: 

Today, I burn a candle for my future. I open the door to welcome the abundance, prosperity, new energy and opportunities of this new age/era in my life, which has a lot to offer me...

Thank you for your lessons, past, but I have released you. I learn new things now, as I make progress towards my new future. 

I am now free to make new choices today, and every following day thereafter. 

. . . 

PS. You may follow this up with any spell work you may like to bring in new energy. Personally, I’ll be burning some Frankincense and Myrrh for cleansing (harmony, and some peace), and see what the day has in store for me...I have yet to decide what energy I’ll be calling in today. 

I hope you find bliss and happiness! 

Please let me know if you have any questions. :) 

[weirdwitch]

New Spell

I’m working on a self love spell tonight :3  If it goes well I’ll post it here so you can all use it too :D I’m really excited about it! 

[sharkrichards-blog]

Passing of the torch

here is a short, horrible salwada fic i wrote. any feedback is appreciated. it probably makes no sense if you’re not familiar with the bonus comic, new spell.

Features art by notorious criminal @wadan0hara who also helped with proofreading and stuff!

It can also be read on https://archiveofourown.org/works/15212945

Chapter 1

The most powerful man in the Sea of Death roused from a horrible nightmare. Terrible visions of being tormented by his beloved began to fade as he opened his eyes. Much to his relief, he saw Wadanohara's adorable sleeping face beside him, her small hands clutching him tightly as she dozed.

As Sal started to move, attempting to get up ever so slowly as not to disturb her sleep, he could only barely keep himself from letting an involuntary groan of pain. Their nights together would often bear a physical toll on the lovers, but he didn't recall it stinging so bad ever before.

The shark boy raised his free arm to examine it. His shoulder began protesting immensely as he looked over the extremity. Upon seeing his wrist, red and blistered from friction, a feeling far worse than the ache came over him - a memory of begging for mercy while struggling against restraints of heavy rope invaded his mind. Sal closed his eyes, suddenly feeling dead tired and limp.

It was not clear how much time passed, or how much of it was spent asleep. At one point, he pretended to sleep through a kiss on the cheek from his betrothed before falling back into the darkness. Eventually, he was well alone, and slowly rose up. The sensation in his knees confirmed that he had spent a sizeable amount of time on them the night prior. Still, it wasn't the most worrisome part of his body that was currently killing him.

Making a conscious attempt to unseal the events of last night, the shark boy began massaging his knees as he sat up on the bed. The memory of her lovely voice calling out to him felt almost like a mental salve to the as yet unexplained anguish he was feeling. Beads of sweat formed on his pounding head as her voice echoed through it: ”Um, Sal? I want you to help me with something. See, there's this new spell I've never used before I want to practice...”

The castle was dead quiet. The ambassador hurried through, making great effort to avoid having to exchange even the most meaningless pleasantries. Taking a route through emptied rooms and servant passageways, he eventually arrived to meet the one person he felt he could currently confide in.

It would be easy for one to step into the castle dungeon and immediately deem it empty. The inhabitants of the Sea of Death were not fond on taking prisoners, and true enough, none had moved in since the management changed. A ragged pile on the floor proved the exception to the rule, distinguishable from a heap of old clothes from a distance only by the shark tail poking from it. Sal seated himself on a creaky old stool outside the cell, and began to address it.

”Samekichi! I see you've picked your favourite spot on the floor again!” the white shark laughed nervously. ”Hey, last night, can you believe this? She actually tied me up! Was it you who got things like that into her head?”. Sal had a few more chuckles at his own wit, and fell silent. Though his brother offered no response, he knew he was alive in there, to some degree.

His thoughts shifted to last night's events once more. The sight and sound of their bodies thrashing together haunted him. Wadanohara's look of absolute, animalistic lust, her ragged moans and cries would not leave him be. Though they were physically intimate at an exhausting rate due to her insatiable nature, he'd not seen her lose herself like that since, well, their first time together.

It is not often that a man as powerful as him needs to feel upset. Sal had a habit of getting what he wanted. Never had he gotten anything for free, but he'd always come out on top in the end. This time was different in both the figurative and the literal sense, and he felt a completely alien emotion. He felt angry at Wadanohara. Could she not understand the pain she's putting him through? The shame and humiliation? To use him to selfishly pleasure herself like that is –

His train of thought screeched to sudden halt, and his eyes focused once more. He felt an uncomfortable warmth flush through him. Sudden illness might have been the one thing to make his day worse. He hurriedly got up to leave, and excused himself to the shark on the floor without realizing.

Sal slumped over his desk with a heavy sigh. After hurrying back, he'd done his best to get his mind off the night's events, but to no avail. Doing his best to ignore the mess of official documents strewn across and around his desk, the ambassador paced around the room nervously, as if trying to wear out a circle in his study's floor. By now, his other pains had given way to growing anxiety and headache. He desperately wished for things to go back how they used to be. As he scanned the room he was well familiar with, his eyes fixated on one small chest lying in a corner.

He knelt before the chest and carefully undid both hinges. He reached inside for the contents and held them before him – a well worn white and blue dress in a sailor motif. Sal caught himself longing even further into the past as he longed for her innocent smile and cheerful voice, both a far cry from the monster burned into the shark's retinas.

Sal's thoughts turned back to the present from a wistful nostalgia. Regardless of what he felt now, looking at her past, he knew she had come far. He had made-- no, she had become perfect for him, and by that virtue, he was perfect for her. He held the old dress close, close enough to smell at least what he thought was her lingering scent, and realized his pounding headache had disappeared without a trace. As Sal held the garb close to his chest, a voice from behind caught him off guard.

“Sal, what are you doing?”

While there had been some peace made with his predicament, the situation caught him completely off guard. He hastily shoved the uniform back in the chest, and turned around to meet her inquisitive stare.

“Oh, Wadanohara! I was just, er, putting some things away, nothing important… “ He trailed off, completely flustered. Wadanohara didn't really mind too much. He was cute like this as well. Wadanohara saw her opportunity, and took a few strides toward the shark, still on one knee. “I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, honey. “ Sal froze up, not knowing what to do. Deciding to deal with the jumble of emotions later, he obliged. Soon, he felt Wada’s hands working to fasten something around his neck. Something heavy.

“All done! What do you think?”

Sal carefully opened his eyes. He saw Wadanohara, then the small hand mirror she was holding. His eyes fixed on his reflection. A heavy collar now hung around his neck, the same beautiful shade of red as her eyes. Sal ran his hands on the leather in disbelief. A name tag identified it belonging to him alone. Then, the warm sense of relief hit him. All his woe and worry had been for nothing. He knew well what it meant. He was hers alone, and it felt right. Wada’s voice interrupted his introspection. “I knew you’d love it!” She exclaimed happily. Sal barely had time to react, as she grabbed his head into a tight embrace. Lost for words, he could only embrace her back.