forbidden knowledge
Tag: magic
Dynamo, an English magician, went around London over the weekend, “levitating” next to this bus. He hasn’t revealed how he accomplished this trick.
dude dont forget this guy walked on water
he casually strolled down the side of a building, LEVITATED IN FRONT OF CHRIST THE REDEEMER IN RIO and predicted football scores resulting in a large win on a bet WHICH HE THEN GAVE TO THE TEENAGE CANCER TRUST. Dynamo is amazing.
he’s finally getting notes!!!!
I love this man so much
fucking dynamo fucking sold his fucking soul to fucking Crowley
Fucking explain to me how else he could fucking melt glass with his bare fucking hands
JESUS
This is that superhero nobody believes is real under the guise of being a magician, oh my god he’s a deity.
this is the shit drop out students from Hogwarts do
I bet the Ministry of Magic is not happy about that
Lol^
Sterek, Glasses. Magic. Diner.
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Derek fiddled with the fragile pair of glasses Stiles had unofficially borrowed from Deaton after Allison had borrowed them without permission from her father. They were, according to Allison, a magical artifact that was somehow supposed to help the wearer to see the truth. As this would more than likely reveal werewolves without any guesswork, it was understandable that none of them wanted such an artifact in the hands of hunters, even one that had agreed to a tentative truce.
So now they were here, hiding at a diner Derek normally wouldn’t be caught dead at, looking for answers. Stiles was flipping through pages of a book he had also questionably borrowed, reading about curses and enchantments, so that they could tell if the glasses were even safe to put on at all.
“Wow, it’s like really unhelpful,” Stiles said around his mouthful of curly fries. He laid the book down and spun it so Derek could read, even though he said it aloud anyway. “Enchantments aid the intended user, curses aid the original caster. For example, a truth enchantment would reveal the truth to the user, where as a truth curse would force the user to reveal the truth to the caster.”
“How do you tell the difference, if you didn’t cast the spell?” Derek asked, glancing down at the flowing script.
“Exactly,” Stiles said, like he won an argument, even though for once they were not arguing. “It doesn’t say. I guess someone’s just going to have to, like, put them on.”
“Are you volunteering?” Derek asked, raising a brow.
“To test unknown magic on myself?” Stiles returned, then scoffed. Derek could see him shifting to get ready to make a grab for the glasses, so he moved them enough Stiles had to reconsider. “Oh, come on.”
“And what if they’re cursed?” Derek said, reasonably.
“Then you ask me embarrassing questions until I take them off,” Stiles answered immediately. He had thought about this, clearly. “They can’t be that dangerous if Chris didn’t lock them up.”
Derek relented with a sigh, because he really did not think that the glasses were actually harmful. And they did need to know what exactly they did. Stiles snatched them up greedily, unfolding the delicate arms with a grace he seemed to reserve only for magic, and slipped them onto his face. Derek couldn’t help the stray though zipping through his mind, that Stiles really did look cute in glasses.
“Oh,” Stiles said, small and big, when he looked at Derek. He swallowed, looking like he could see ghosts currently, and Derek figured that meant they’d been right. It would reveal werewolves.
“You’ve seen me wolf out,” Derek told him, holding out a hand to take the glasses.
“You love me,” Stiles said, hushed, and Derek’s blood ran cold as he looked up to meet Stiles’ eyes.
Oh, no. No no no.
“What?” Derek said, mouth dry, mind tailspinning.
“You love me,” Stiles repeated, reverently, not looking away.
“Stiles, I…” Derek shook his head, not sure what he could even say. Of course he did. He had for a while, but he’d never intended to say a word. He’d never intended to ruin what they had going, like he had ruined so many other things.
Stiles snatched the glasses off his nose like they’d burned him, and if they hadn’t been sitting in a booth, he’d have knocked the chair and table over in his scramble to get to his feet. Derek pulled back a little when Stiles came at him with the glasses, but he froze when Stiles did, and then allowed Stiles to place the glasses on him, instead.
With a heavy whump, Stiles sat back down across from him, staring at him with wide, urgent eyes. Derek blinked once, twice, and then he suddenly understood how Stiles knew. He could see it there, plain as day, in the way Stiles looked at him. In the beat of his heart, in the catch of his breath, in the quirk of his smile. Nothing had really changed, Derek couldn’t see anything actually different about Stiles while looking through the glasses, but he knew.
Stiles loved him, too.
write a story about how you became the world’s most powerfull person… by accident.
- You learn about the butterfly effect in school. The concept is interesting, but not so interesting that you don’t fall asleep partway through the movie. You hear something distantly about a butterfly beating its wings and hurricanes. You think it will never apply to you.
- You know now (not then) that power comes through and from favors.
- If you had known that then you would probably not have done so many.
(This is where it starts.)
One.
There is a strange creature crossing the road behind the lecture hall. You stop on your bike and frown at it. It looks a little like a turtle, but it’s limbs are longer than any turtle you’ve ever seen. It’s stretched out on the hot asphalt, long, pale limbs clawing forward towards the small stream that runs on the other side.
You hop off your bike and gently pick the creature up, hands under the belly of the shell like you learned from the internet.
Imagine your surprise when the shell slides off the creature instead, dropping a tiny woman onto the asphalt.
“Water,” she croaks, tiny eyes screwed shut. Her eyelids are the size of yours which means they’re huge on her. “Please.”
(You will not know until later what exactly please means to the fae.)
You feel yourself move through your shock. You pick her up and take her to the water’s edge. She slips under the surface, pale skin flashing like the scales of a fish, and she’s gone.
You’d wonder if your roommate slipped you something this morning if she wasn’t back a moment later, pushing a small rock into your hands.
“A boon,” she says. Her eyes are large and black, suited for her underwater world. “For a favor.” She smiles, showing teeth jagged and sharp like a piranha.
When you blink, she’s gone.
You stare at the rock in your left hand. It’s smooth and worn from years in water, an interesting swirl of granite and quartz. “I wish I knew,” you tell it.
The rock ices over so fast that you don’t have time to drop it. The frost swirls across your skin, burning you where it touches, and you watch in horror as your skin turns a mottled black and blue.
You fall to your knees from the pain and choke on a scream as the stone sinks into you, touching your bones and sending more ice through your marrow. It climbs up your arm and touches your eye, changing you vision so now that you’re see double, a strange, blue world juxtaposed next to the one you know and love.
The Signs as Witches
Aries: uses bodily ingredients such as hair or teeth or nails, wild and free and howling at the moon, fire tells them what they want to know, embraces all but does not tolerate betrayal, gifted in the use of poppets and curses, full of energy and static and power
Taurus: a collector of many things, uses crystals and herbs, proficient in kitchen magic, has an inner strength that knows no bounds and no true master, a home full of colored glass and jars filled with anything you could ever need, rooted and able, wears robes with many many pockets
Gemini: a card reader and game changer, spoken spells fill the very air with magic and potential, an avid learner and sharer of their craft, books and tomes and candles fill their space, knows the power of words and names, tattoos sigils and spells all over their body and they seem to move when you aren’t looking, vast and uncontainable
Cancer: rests under the moon and whispers magic in their sleep, uses astral projection to explore and learn and play with ghosts, elaborate and detailed dream diary, deep understanding of astrology, somehow already knows what you’re going to say, mysterious and soft but only on the surface, a knower of secrets, sleepy eyes, lives in a tree in a misty forest and makes friends with the plants and spirits there
Leo: strongest in the day and has eyes that light up the night, mighty voice and skilled hands, breath carries a spark, animalistic energy you can feel when they look at you, makes their own spells borrows their own power, incredible visualization makes their dreams realities, difficult to look at directly for reasons you don’t really understand, wild hair and adorned in gems
Virgo: techno witch, weaves magic into code and text, keeps a blog as their book of shadows and altar, urban magic, has a restless mind and busy hands, deletes negativity out of their life, has much information to share despite their hollow look, eyes are lit from the inside, their phone is full of pictures that keep moving and notes only they can read
Libra: covered in veils and breathes perfume to hide themselves and confuse you, summons creatures and demons to do their bidding so their hands remain clean, almost transparent at times like a ghost or vision, is stronger than they look and delights in you not knowing their power, their mouth is almost always moving but you can’t hear what they say, soft to the touch but their skin is cold, trinkets and charms and chains adorn them and their home
Scorpio: eyes and nails are dark and caked in black, frequents graveyards and learns from the ghosts and crows, solitary witch who makes friends with bones, will help you learn what you want to know for a price, is afraid to sleep, quiet and haunted, is reborn each new moon, is full of knowing and fog and promise, takes a lock of hair from all they help, you feel them in your core
Sagittarius: rides their broom with reckless abandon, plays with the children on Halloween and shows them magic is real, their home has legs and never stays still, keeps many familiars and most are birds, gifted in charms and potions and sells their work with a smile, you can hear them laughing with the moon at night, chapped lips and wide eyes, magic is erratic and spontaneous and they couldn’t control it if they wanted to
Capricorn: loose black and gray clothing that flows when they walk, keeps a pouch of salt around their neck at all times, face is often covered or hard to see, protection spells and sigils are their innate ability, the floor trembles when they are angry, always watching watching watching, lives in a stone cottage covered with moss and scrawlings and carvings, other witches are silent around them out of fear and awe
Aquarius: hermit, storm witch, plays with rain and dances with lightning and shouts thunder, keeps trinkets and mementos in small jars around their bed, asks favors and learns from the clouds, raw and swift and ready to act, soft as a summer rain and cold as hail, hair is full of leaves and wind, feet are dirty but their mind is clean and sharp
Pisces: smells of salt and dressed in rags and burlap and pearls, misty eyes that look through you and deep deep down in you, water witch with a soft face and an ocean for a heart, thing of the sea, empath who sometimes knows you better than you do, bottles own tears and keeps them for spells, witch of all trades master of none, head is full of crashing waves, overflowing with magic and wonder
Concept: you know how magic schools like Hogwarts are always depicted as having these massive, sprawling campuses, but there never seem to be more than a few hundred students?
Rather than (correctly) assuming that the author simply has problems with scale, take that and run with it: the magic school is legitimately huge, and the students and teachers are only using like 1% of the total facility. The other 99% is both unused and – thanks to variable interior layout and loss of institutional knowledge over successive generations – largely unexplored.
Rumour has it that the school has a guidance counselor’s office, but those who search for it generally don’t return; being sent there is an often-wielded but never-exercised threat.
okay i love this idea
– most of the building that is currently in use is called the outer part. this is because thats only the parts maintained by the house elf staff and used by the minimal amount of students.
-the school is so unfathomably large that once it was realized that there would never be enough students to fill the halls, it was decided that magical creatures would be allowed to live there as well. hence the occausional centaur or troll sitting in on lessons or the numerous smaller magical creatures roaming the halls. sometimes the teachers in charge of magical creature study doesnt even have to bother going outside for lessons if the current topic of study happens to wander in by themselves.
-the library is a giant escher maze and is considered to hold many dangerous and valuable tomes but considering the teacher in charge of the library mapping club and some older students ran into a real breathing sphinx the other week no one is too eager to find them.
-the rest of the school has borrowable equipment and even a few old maps for those willing to take the plunge. the influx of new students every year brings new ideas for exploring and even recording the topography.
-search and rescue club, library mapping club and exploration club are all teacher and headmaster sanctioned clubs with both long history and support from alumini. Adventurers club and dungeon explorers club are not.
-Exploration Club and Search and Rescue Club both have a list of things to do in case one gets lost, though some things are different both agree on two things. one it is easier to find ones way if you find a window and two it is perfectly permissible to crawl out it if it is safe to do so in order to find your way back. Only the unofficial Adventurers clubs actually tells you to break a window to get out. Dungeon Explorers club suggests you dont discriminate against doors or even walls either.
-the excuse “i got lost, professor” is sometimes delivered days even weeks later after a student wanders back into the more well travelled areas. one claimed to have wandered into a tower that nobody can see from the outside and another found something like a river being funneled through several hall ways and even an indoor waterfall with mermaids. when a roar shook the halls sometime ago and a group of students who had gone missing searching for a study room returned slightly singed and covered in ash no one really wanted to ask what they had run into, only that one student was very sure it was a species of dragon no one had seen before.
-search and rescue club (different from the prefect/hall monitors/guides the teachers specifically appoint to look for missing students) has delibrately kept a list of symbols students can use to mark their way when they get lost. the club is so old however that the symbols have changed and a few students have come across these older codes in various places while exploring.
-theres a rumour that the current teacher in charge of the library mapping club was one of those students that managed to find their way back years after their classmates had already graduated. since they ended up staying another few years to catch up they ended up exploring the library instead. their reason being that the library may be a maze but at least it only has one entrance and exit.
this all happened in UU at some point
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