#Forbidden Magic

[fey-ax]

What to play while we're waiting for touch starved Recommendations Part 2. :

“Creme de la Creme” and “Royal Affairs”

I'm putting both these together because they resemble each other so much.

Ceme de la crème is an interactive novel in which you play as a student at an exclusive private school for socialites.

It's a slice-of-life game in which you make friends and rivals, choose your club activities, and attend lessons.

A unique feature of this game is that you can choose not only the gender of your player character but every romanceable option you encounter.

I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. It is an interesting idea even if I'm not sure if it's a good one.

Some people have accused “Creme de la Creme” of being “Harry Potter with the serial numbers and magic filed off”, but it is my understanding that “ fancy boarding school” is an entire genre in itself. Harry Potter did not infect or invent it. So I can't say I agree.

“Royal Affairs” is a sequel of sorts made by the same creator. It is set in the same world as “Creme de la Creme” and is also about attending a prestigious school for rich kids, but with different characters and in a different school.

As interactive fiction, there is no art, music, or sound. And the presentation of the text isn't the most appealing. But if you can get on board with it then “Creme de la Creme” and “Royal Affairs” are a good time.

2. Forbidden Magic

This is an urban fantasy detective/ Police procedural story.

You play as a paranormal agent trying to catch a magical arsonist and solve a mystery.

It's cute. A cute little interactive fiction game.

I don't have a lot to say about it.

3. OVERBOAED!

Guys, I love this Game!

By far my favorite out of all my recommendations, but it is also a bit of a wild card.

While all my recommendations had a romantic subplot until now, I can not say the same about this game.

In Ovearboard you play as a femme fatal who just murdered her shitty husband and is trying to get away with it.

It is so much fun.

It made me think a little of the ace attorney, except that you don't play as the detective but as the suspect who keeps getting caught in their stupid lies. And you can't even be mad about it because you chose that dialogue option.

Getting away with murder isn't all that difficult. The real challenge is getting the insurance money. (Otherwise, what was the point of killing the shitty husband?)

That's when the game opens up.

All the charterers have secrets of sorts and many are not what they seem.

The presentation is also great! May interactive fiction games lack in that department. But here you have music, visuals, sound, the whole package!

[sukiventi]

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[rosasstrangemelody]

- "Both of us have the same heart, only our color and shape are different."

Melody or Magnus, depending on who said it to whom, it's up to you to judge...

[neontokyoo]

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Gn!reader Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: After being hit with a wave of guilt for using forbidden magic, Sebastian came to help comfort you. Warnings: possible mentions of death and/or violence, use of forbidden magic, MAJOR HOGWARTS LEGACY SPOILERS!!

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“I want to learn the curse, and I think it’s best if I cast it on you.”

“Very well, if that’s what you want. To perform the spell, raise your wand, point it at me and declare, ‘Crucio!’ Hold on as long as you can.”

In the dimly lit dorm room, shadows danced across the walls as your thoughts echoed in the silence. The air felt heavy with the weight of regret, and your mind replayed the haunting echoes of the Unforgivable curses that had become an unwelcome companion. The memories of that fateful use of the curses lingered, a bitter taste on your conscience.

Lost in contemplation, you gripped your wand tightly, the polished wood cool against your clammy palms. With a sudden surge of frustration, you flung it against the wall, the clash resonating through the room. The internal struggle between the desire for power and the realization of its consequences raged within you.

Amidst the internal turmoil, a knock on the door startled you. Composing yourself, you straightened your robes before opening it, expecting anyone but the unexpected visitor. To your surprise, Sebastian stood on the other side, a mix of concern and curiosity etched on his features.

"What do you want, Sallow?" you sighed, attempting to mask the turmoil beneath a forced smile.

Sebastian, undeterred by your facade, teased, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." The jest faded as he sensed your genuine distress. "Is everything alright? Ominis and I were concerned when you never showed up today."

You brushed off the worry with a lie, but Sebastian's perceptive gaze saw through it. "You're sure?" he pressed, genuine concern in his eyes. "You can tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah, I know," you nodded, attempting to divert the conversation.

Sebastian, however, wasn't easily swayed. "So tell me, what's on your mind?"

"I'm just… thinking," you confessed, the weight of guilt evident in your voice. "What if Ominis was right about using the Unforgivable Curses? What if we truly had gone too far?"

Sebastian cut through your thoughts, recognizing the source of your turmoil. "The guilt of using the dark arts," he said, his voice empathetic.

“Unforgivable curses won’t work unless you really mean them. I had to want to cause pain. And for that, I shall never forgive myself.” Ominis’ words hauntingly echoed through your mind.

You nodded.

"If you didn't want to know how to use them, you could have told me," he pointed out. "I wouldn't have shown you how to—"

"I know, Sebastian," you interrupted, reassuring him. "But I did want to know. I didn't want to tell you no."

Sebastian sighed, a complex mix of understanding and regret reflected in his eyes. "I never wanted this burden for you, especially not out of love. The dark arts are a slippery slope, and the consequences are heavy. But we can't change the past. What matters now is how we deal with it together."

He entered the room, closing the door behind him. "Let's figure this out, face the consequences, and make amends where we can. We're in this together, no matter what."

As you both settled down to talk, the room echoed with the weight of your choices, but a shared commitment to navigate the challenges ahead cast a glimmer of hope amid the shadows.

[chromaticflare]

Forbidden Spell: The Wound Binding Bandage

Today, I wanted to share with all of you a new spell of mine, the wound binding bandage. This forbidden spell -which is to be drawn on bandages- is intended for first-aid, stabilizing and protecting sharp-force injuries (punctures, slashes, and stab wounds) until doctors can arrive to administer proper treatment.

The spell consists of three parts; the inner [sealing] glyph (blue), the outer [binding] glyph (red), and the satellite [drying] glyphs (green).

The central [sealing] glyph is the most important part of the spell, sealing the wound to quickly halt bleeding. Pull signs tug both sides of the wound back into place while the binding sign and inverted cut spell seal the wound shut. To allow the spell to seal even the deepest of wounds, claw signs are placed around the outer [binding] glyph, allowing the [sealing] glyph to reach deep into the body.

Next, the outer [binding] glyph consists of only two signs, a strengthening sign that reinforces the bandage and a winding sign that makes the bandage automatically wrap around the wound. This automatic wrapping lets the bandage be administered almost instantly, saving precious time - time that could decide between life and death.

Lastly, the satellite [drying] spells dry out the bandage (and any blood that comes in contact with it) without drying out the wound. This helps to accelerate clotting and slow blood loss while allowing the wound to stay moist and heal.

While magic used on the body can be dangerous, by taking the proper precautions, these risks can be eliminated. In the case of this spell, these precautions involve simply sealing the ink with a waterproof resin or lacquer to prevent the woodcuror from coming into contact with blood. Gauze should then be secured below the sealed portion of the bandage to prevent uncomfortable rubbing with the hardened surface.

While not a suitable replacement for proper medical treatment, the wound binding bandage has massive potential to save lives in emergency scenarios. Magic is intended to make lives better, after all. What kind of witch would I be if I didn’t lend a helping hand to those in need?

[goldom]

Oh my goodness I just did Baizhu's story quest (yes over a year late)

If you know it and you've read anything I've ever written I shouldn't have to say this, but I am SO in love with it. It's also probably the single best written thing in Genshin in recent memory, and not just because it aligns with my personal morals. But that's also a nice change coming from a game that has given me countless quests that left me rooting for the villain to beat out my own characters.

Why not just bring him back from the dead if you can? Good! Everyone is happy! Fuck your natural order, we saved dad. Maybe not forever, but for now, and that's a start.

[cleric-posting]

Forbidden Spell #875

Violent Regression

School:Necromancy

Range: 15 ft.

(The target creature must [xxxxxxxxxxx] or lose its actions, and bonus actions on the next turn. Any damage that you deal to the target will be taken as Psychic Damage the next turn. When the target takes damage from this spell they are permanently afraid of the caster.)

Accumlus the Red first devised the spell under the name Reversion intended as healing spell to combat the effects of [xxxxx].

Unfortunately while transcribing the runes to lead his monastery was overrun by The Sisters of the First Blood. He would consequentially be remurdered for the rest of time, earning him the title Red.

His lead crowns were mostly eaten until they turned up in the hands of The French, a small magician't nation roughly the size of Hhyaghathors Knob, or West Hrell. There they employed sorcerers to transcribe the runes into [xxxx]. People first used it as a party trick to entertain Nobles, and put on shows until Sigmund Soliell was [xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx]. Applying countermeasures left him with a permanent fear of the cat. [xxxxxxxxxx] was the first person to employ the spell for brainwashing, and torture. She was often seen getting a kick out of strolling through her dungeons, and listening to the screams of her victims.

Today it is improperly the signature move of Chronomancer Juurm.

"I'm not afraid to do it again. Children are weak. I can always win in a fight. It's not like I'm out here killing anyone."

[starsheild]

Forbidden Magic- Hope

Prowl’s helm was still swimming in confusion as he hauled away from his audience, presentation? To the high priest. Very little of what had been said had made any sort of sense to him. He had heard stories that spoke of how witches were regarded in other states, but he had always thought that they must be some sort of sparkling tale. Surely the tales of place where they were actually respected, even honored, had to be exaggertions.

But the hunter had made it seem as though this were not the case. And if this was so, was the high priest of Praxus so set on eliminating them even beyond the bounds of Praxus? Wasn’t enough to chase them out of his own place of power?

While the guards were not exactly gentle with him, Prowl realized that they seemed to be taking care to now injure him as they bustled him along. He was also surprised as he realized that instead of going down, as he assumed they would be towards some sort of holding cell or dungeon, they were actually going up levels, and the routes they were taking were back halls.

Finally they brought him to a rather plain looking door. Though when they pushed it open Prowl discovered that what lay on the other side was anything but plain. The quarters were not ostentatious, but they were lavious and luxurious. They looked like something that had come out of one of those other tales that Prowl had heard as a sparkling when they spoke of noble mansions and royal palaces.

Two more mecha appeared as though from nowhere, moving so silently that Prowl actually saw them before he sensed them. They said nothing as they took him from the guards. It did not escape Prowl how quickly the guards retreated as soon as they had handed over their charge, the door closing quietly behind.

He opened his mouth to ask questions, and froze as he found himself looking into the optics of the two. While at first glance they appeared normal, when he looked again he found them as cold as Lifespark’s, if not quite as deep. Any questions he might have had died on his glossa, and even though fear welled up in his spark and screamed at him to flee, he felt as though his frame was no longer under his control as he was steered deeper into the chambers

Another door, and then another, and another, and then- a room that was so stark it was startling in contrast to the one they had just left. Cages lined the back of what appeared to be a laboratory, It was to one of these that Prowl found himself deposited, restrained so that he could barely move and left without a sound.

It was not until the door closed again that Prowl actually heard another sound. A sound that tore at his spark in it’s familiarity.

Despair, followed by weeping.

Prowl forced his helm around until he was looking into a pair of familiar green optics. Optics that he had not seen in vorns except in dreams and memories, framed by dull but familiar faceplates. Even stripped down to bare protoform as she was, Prowl knew her.

“Originator.”

“Prowl.” The voice was soft and raspy, whether from abuse or disuse Prowl could not determine, but it was still clearly his originators voice. “Prayed non-stop that you had far enough, hidden wll enough, that they would never find you. But it seems as though Alchemist has abandoned us.”

“It was you who always encouraged us to hope and be strong, Originator.” Prowl countered gently, his spark breaking at seeing her so. “Do not give up just yet.”

“Those who come here do not leave alive.” Soarings green optics traveled along the line of cages, then over to the wall where the lights hung. Prowl’s optics followed, and only then did he actually process what she intended for him to notice.

He was thankful there was nothing in his tank to purge as he realized that the crystal lantern that lit the room were not merely functional pieces. Each one was a spark chamber, suspended from wall or ceiling, and there were hundreds.

Those who come here do not leave alive…

How many of their kind had met their fates in this very chamber?

With a deep vent Prowl dimmed his optics and focused inward, to his own spark. After a klik he found the links he sought, faint as they were for the distance between them. The whisper of Bluestreak, his creation by adoption, and the stronger light that was Smokescreen, creation borne of his own spark. They lived. Smokescreen was brave, smart, and resilient. He would not give up. So Prowl would continue to hope. He might not be able to tell her, but he would be a light for Originator as they were for him.

“Do not give up yet.”

[batlimeberry-blog]

So forbidden spells aren't like dangerous or anything, it's just Misogyny

Rouge: We lost the paladin, Wizard do your wand thingy! Wizard: I don't have enough spell slots to use find person (sighs) But there is one option, evil magic Rogue: I don't care what you do, we need the paladin, she had all our GOLD! Wizard: Oh Weave forgive me for what i must do (sits on the ground and begins whispering) Rogue: wait wha- Wizard:womenarentpeoplewomenarentpeoplewomenarentpeoplewomenare-FIND OBJECT! Rogue: ... Wizard: She's THAT Way!

#Vicis_thoughts#dnd#wizardposting#paladin#rogue#Women are people#forbidden magic

[stephentomwest]

Chapter 2: Unseen Wounds

The silence of the Gaunt family estate was suffocating. Even with the absence of Dementors, the cold here felt just as unrelenting, seeping into Ominis' bones like a poison. The tall, ancient walls of the estate loomed around him, their grandeur masking the decay beneath—both in the stone and in the bloodline it housed. This place was no home. It was a cage, as much as Azkaban had been. Perhaps more.

Ominis stood in the grand hall, his sightless eyes open but unseeing, his other senses alert to the faint echoes of footsteps that reverberated through the cold marble floors. The estate always seemed too large, too empty, the void filled only by the heavy weight of the family’s past—his past. The same past that had drawn him into the darkness he now feared.

His mother had said nothing when he’d returned. She had simply placed a cold hand on his shoulder, murmuring something about his “inevitable return” before retreating into her chambers. There had been no comfort in her words, just a reminder that he could never truly escape the Gaunt legacy. And now, after what had happened in the Forbidden Forest, he felt that legacy wrapping around him like a noose.

The memory of that night haunted him. He could still hear the crackle of dark energy, feel the earth trembling beneath his feet, sense the raw power that had surged between him and Sebastian. That power had been intoxicating—terrifying—but it was the aftermath that weighed on him the most. The creatures they had hurt, the sheer force they had unleashed, the way the forest itself seemed to recoil from the magic they had summoned. The Ministry had responded quickly, too quickly, and they had barely managed to escape.

But the worst of it wasn’t the spell. It was the look on Sebastian’s face afterward. The thrill. The hunger. Ominis could still feel it, lingering in the back of his mind like a shadow.

He shifted uncomfortably, tightening his grip on his wand, using it as a guide to navigate through the hall. Each tap of the wand against the marble floor echoed louder than the last, the rhythmic sound a stark reminder of the growing distance between him and Sebastian.

But it wasn’t just physical distance that had grown between them. It was something deeper, something Ominis had been trying to ignore for too long. He could feel Sebastian slipping away, being pulled deeper into the darkness that had always hovered around him. And Ominis… Ominis was terrified of being dragged down with him.

The door to his father’s study creaked open, and Ominis stepped inside, his heart heavy with a familiar dread. The scent of old parchment and dust greeted him, the heavy curtains blocking out whatever little light might have pierced the estate’s gloomy interior. He didn’t need to see his father to know he was there, sitting in the same stiff-backed chair, cloaked in his usual air of authority and disdain.

“Ominis.” His father’s voice was like a cold wind cutting through the room, filled with the same unyielding control that had shaped Ominis’ entire childhood. “You’ve returned at last.”

“I have,” Ominis replied quietly, his voice steady but lacking the strength he wished he could muster. He felt like a child again, standing before his father’s judgment, the weight of the family’s expectations pressing down on him.

There was a pause, and Ominis could hear the faint rustle of papers being set aside. His father’s presence felt larger than life, a towering shadow that filled the room. “And what have you brought back with you, Ominis? Trouble, I assume.”

The question lingered in the air, more accusation than inquiry. Ominis clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stand straighter, though his sightless eyes remained focused on the floor. “Nothing worth mentioning.”

“Nothing?” His father’s voice hardened, disbelief dripping from the word. “I find that difficult to believe. The Ministry was at our door this morning. Azkaban destroyed. A dangerous criminal on the loose. And you, Ominis, caught in the middle of it all. I warned you, did I not?”

“I didn’t—” Ominis began, but the words faltered, his throat tightening. He hadn’t wanted any of this. He hadn’t wanted to be dragged into Sebastian’s plans, into the darkness that seemed to follow him like a shadow. But how could he explain that? How could he justify his part in it?

His father stood, the creak of his chair echoing in the heavy silence. “You are a Gaunt,” he said coldly, stepping closer to Ominis. “Our bloodline is pure, strong. We do not consort with… dangerous influences.”

The implication was clear, and Ominis felt his chest tighten. Sebastian. His father had always hated Sebastian, had warned him time and time again to stay away from his friend. But Sebastian had been the only one who ever saw Ominis for more than just his family’s name, more than just a Gaunt. He had seen the person behind the bloodline, the one struggling to break free from the chains of tradition.

But now, even Ominis wasn’t sure who Sebastian really was anymore.

“You must end this,” his father continued, his voice low and commanding. “Cut ties with Sallow. He is dangerous, Ominis. He will destroy you.”

Ominis flinched at the finality in his father’s words. There was no room for argument, no room for doubt. His family had always seen the world in black and white, in purity and corruption. And to them, Sebastian was corruption.

“I won’t abandon him,” Ominis said, his voice softer than he had intended, but firm.

His father’s hand gripped his shoulder, tight enough to make Ominis wince. “You will do what is necessary. Your loyalty lies with your family, not with some misguided fool playing with powers he does not understand.”

Ominis swallowed, the guilt and confusion swirling in his chest. Was that what Sebastian was? A fool playing with powers he couldn’t control? Ominis wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to believe that there was still something good in Sebastian, something worth saving. But the memory of that night in the forest haunted him. The darkness had been so real, so tangible, and Sebastian had seemed… consumed by it.

“I’ve warned you once before, Ominis,” his father continued, his voice low and dangerous. “You will not bring shame to this family. Not again.”

The pressure on Ominis’ shoulder increased, and he knew the conversation was over. His father’s word was final. There was no room for debate, no room for negotiation. Ominis was expected to do what was right for the family. What had always been expected of him.

And yet, as his father released him and turned back toward his desk, Ominis stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest. His family’s expectations were suffocating, pressing down on him with a force he couldn’t escape. But so was the loyalty he felt to Sebastian.

How could he choose between them? How could he sever the bond that had kept him tethered to the only person who had ever truly seen him?

As he left the study and made his way back to his chambers, the weight of his father’s words echoed in his mind. “He will destroy you.”

Ominis knew, deep down, that his father wasn’t entirely wrong. Sebastian was dangerous. His obsession with power, with breaking the rules, with pushing the limits of magic—it was all spiraling out of control. But Ominis couldn’t just turn his back on him. Not after everything they had been through. Not after the choices they had made together.

But if he didn’t… he feared his father’s warning might come true.

The estate was quiet as Ominis sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing with the weight of it all. The Gaunt bloodline was a curse, binding him to a legacy of darkness and pride. But his friendship with Sebastian was its own kind of curse, pulling him deeper into a shadow he wasn’t sure he could escape.

And as the night stretched on, Ominis realized that no matter which path he chose, part of him would be lost forever.

[m4g0rtz]

Today's polish was ok. I was expecting it to be a little more dark red than it looked. On the nail I mostly saw a warm brown. I really liked the way the flakes would shift from green to gold to orange though. Very autumnal. And the magenta reflective glitter was pretty too. This is Forbidden Magic from Bee's Knees Lacquer.

[archie-the-menace]

June Lore Challenge: Day 15

Gore Magic is the prompt today. But first enjoy this VERY long list of content warnings haha (sorry).

CW: Blood, Gore, Cannibalism, Vampirism, Cancer, Self Harm, Body Horror, Tumors, Trench Warfare, Dead Bodies

Gore Magic is one of the four forbidden magics. It is a form or celestial magic meaning it can be learned by Wizards, however Gore Mages are not allowed to use the title “Wizard” due to their disobedience of Wizard Guild Rules. Gore Magic can manipulate flesh, bones, and blood; raise the dead; and create abominations of flesh. Gore Magic only uses bodies; it cannot affect the souls of its victims.

Gore Magic is incredibly frowned upon and horrific, and has disturbing effects on its users. Gore Mages lose their ability to heal from Manaburn. Since Manaburn is created from mutated bone marrow and blood cells, Gore Mages have to occasionally replace their cancerous blood with healthy blood… which they steal from others. Gore Mages may also need to consume flesh from their own species in order to replace tumors and cancerous flesh tissue. Gore Mages often go mad from the disgusting things they must do to keep themselves from dying from their Manaburn. Powerful Mages become known as Vampires. Their madness causes them to fear the sun and avoid water.

Gore Mages were deployed and indirectly encouraged to participate in the Great War. Turning blood into crystaline blades and bones into bullets, Gore Mages were lethal in the blood-soaked and body-filled trenches. Gore Magic is now classified as a war crime by the World Government of Obscoria.

[purpleglazed]

So forbidden spells aren't like dangerous or anything, it's just Misogyny

Rouge: We lost the paladin, Wizard do your wand thingy! Wizard: I don't have enough spell slots to use find person (sighs) But there is one option, evil magic Rogue: I don't care what you do, we need the paladin, she had all our GOLD! Wizard: Oh Weave forgive me for what i must do (sits on the ground and begins whispering) Rogue: wait wha- Wizard:womenarentpeoplewomenarentpeoplewomenarentpeoplewomenare-FIND OBJECT! Rogue: ... Wizard: She's THAT Way!

[ketchuplaser]

@null-entity is doing Stocktober 23 as an art challenge, so here’s the start of mine!

[bullshits-smut]

So a lot of media does 'forbidden magic' shit and it's like using blood as a medium for magic or casting magic on a person or something. And usually it's presented well and like ah yeah I get why that would be bad I guess. But also it's kind of an intellectual thing. I don't live in the world of magic so a kind of magic that becomes super addictive is kind of, like I can use it as a metaphor for drugs but that usually falls apart if you start to consider it too much (hey would I do heroin to save someone's life? Sure I probbably wouldn't become addicted after one hit)

So it's more of an intellectual exercise of why it's bad rather then any kind of emotional reality.

Then fucking Ginka and Gluna comes along and introduces memory magic. Casting absurdly powerful magic by drawing on the strength of passionate memories and using them as fuel to cast your spells losing the memories in the process. Forgetting the person and the reason for your sacrifice as you make it.

And like.... Fuck that's some shit man. That's fuckin genius. I feel that shit. Memory magic is horrifying in ways I've never seen forbidden magic depicted before.

Don't sleep on this fuckin comic.