#magic for degenerates

[dirtbagwitch]

MAGIC FOR THE CITY DWELLER

CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO THE CONCRETE JUNGLE, WHERE MAGIC NEVER SLEEPS

magic isn’t just for the deep woods and moss-covered stones. it’s not limited to candlelit covens or ancient runes etched in a sacred grove. magic is where you are. in the humming neon signs, the flickering streetlamps, the rhythm of bus doors opening and closing, in the energy of walking amongst a crowd on a busy street.

urban magic is about finding the mystical in the mundane, harnessing the city’s restless energy, and using every graffiti tag, liminal space, cracked pavement, and forgotten coin as a tool for enchantment. the city is alive—a churning, breathing, chaotic organism—and if you listen closely, it’s whispering spells in the wind between skyscrapers.

this isn’t some high-brow, ceremonial magic doctrine. here, we work with sigils written on coffee shop napkins, metro card protection spells, and phone screens charged as scrying mirrors. this is magic for the streets, for the punks, for the witches in walk-ups and studio apartments, for the ones who find the divine in the hum of a dive bar at 3 AM.

WHAT MAKES URBAN MAGIC DIFFERENT?

the biggest shift between traditional and urban magic is the environment. instead of sacred groves, we have community gardens. instead of rivers, we have storm drains. instead of bonfires, we have neon lights and power grids pulsing with raw electricity.

but just because the setting is different doesn’t mean the magic is weaker. city magic is potent as hell, because it’s charged with movement, history, technology, and millions of lives overlapping in real-time.

ELEMENTS IN AN URBAN CONTEXT:

• earth → concrete, bricks, asphalt, parks and park dirt

• air → the wind between high-rises, the whispers of overheard conversations, the endless streams of information moving across the city

• fire → electricity, neon lights, the heat of a crowded bus, a match or lighter

• water → rain pooling in the streets, sewer systems, fountains in public squares, water dripping from rooftops

• spirit → the city itself, the collective energy of its people, the ghosts in old buildings, the echoes of everyone who’s walked these streets before you

this practice isn’t about forcing the old ways into a modern setting. it’s about adapting magic so that it fits your world, your reality, your city.

THEORY & FRAMEWORK: CHAOS MAGIC, QUEER MAGIC, AND CITY SPELLS

urban magic thrives on three key principles:

1. ADAPTATION – use what’s around you. city witches need to be resourceful as hell. your “wand” can be a pen, a drumstick, or a crowbar if that’s what speaks to you (though a crowbar is a little extreme). your “altar” can be a windowsill, a shoebox, or even temporary like the back of a bus seat where you traced a sigil in the condensation.

2. INGENUITY – urban magic is subtle, fast, and often disguised. your ritual circle might be drawn in spilled coffee, your sigils hidden in street art, your glamour spells worked through fashion choices and body language.

3. INTERACTION – the city is alive. talk to it. work with the spirits of your apartment building, the crows and raven and wandering city cats who see a lot, the graffiti messages that seem to answer your questions in cryptic scrawls, street names that feel like answers to questions. trust your gut, keep watch for the synchronicity

MAGICAL SYSTEMS THAT THRIVE IN THE CITY:

1. CHAOS MAGIC: THE DIY APPROACH TO WITCHCRAFT

urban magic truthfully falls under the umbrella of chaos magic.

chaos magic is sort of like punk rock spellwork. no rules except what works. it’s the belief that magic isn’t just about ancient texts and strict traditions—it’s about belief as a tool. hacking reality, using symbols, and experimenting with what actually gets results. if something stops working you chuck it and move on to something new.

• create sigils from street signs, corporate logos, and subway maps.

• use “reality hacking” spells—like placing intent in a QR code or whispering an incantation into a social media post before it goes viral.

• swap out outdated correspondences for modern tools—your phone can be your scrying mirror, your router a beacon for intention-setting.

chaos magic thrives in the city because cities are chaotic. they’re full of random encounters, glitches, synchronicities waiting to be tapped into.

2. QUEER MAGIC: BREAKING RULES, BENDING REALITY

witchcraft has always been the domain of outsiders, rebels, and the marginalized. queer magic embraces fluidity, resistance, and radical self-expression.

• use genderfluid deities, archetypes, and spirits in your workings.

• cast spells at drag shows, pride marches, and underground raves—because those are modern sacred spaces.

• turn self-love into a spell, defying the narratives that say queer people don’t deserve power, joy, or love.

urban queer magic is loud, unapologetic, and built on the bones of those who paved the way before.

TOOLS & MATERIALS: USING THE CITY AS YOUR SPELLBOOK

urban witches don’t need fancy supplies. we use:

• 📱 smart phones – scrying mirrors, digital sigil boards, enchanted playlists

• 🎫 metro cards & transit tickets – protection charms, travel blessings

• 🗝 keys – for unlocking opportunities, closing doors that need to stay shut

• 🖋 pens & sharpies – sigil-making, graffiti spellwork

• 🪙 spare change – prosperity charms, offerings to city spirits

• 🧾 receipts – paper magic, petition spells, glamour workings

if it exists in your daily life, it can be a tool.

EVERYDAY SPELLS & RITUALS

🔮 PROTECTION SPELLS FOR NAVIGATING CITY LIFE

• “doorway ward” – rub salt along your threshold, whispering “no harm may cross this line.”

• “metro shield” – imagine a glowing energy bubble around you before stepping onto public transit.

💰 PROSPERITY & SUCCESS SPELLS

• “lucky coin” – pick up a found coin, say “bring me fortune,” and carry it for a week.

• “resume enchantment” – anoint your job applications with cinnamon for luck before sending.

💡 HACKING REALITY WITH CHAOS MAGIC

• “digital sigils” – set a sigil as your phone wallpaper and charge it every time you unlock your screen.

• “parking spell” – whisper “open the way” as you search for a spot—watch as one appears.

🌀 COMMUNITY SPELLS & URBAN COLLECTIVE MAGIC

• “city-wide sigil work” – drop the same symbol in different places and see what manifests.

• “full moon offerings” – leave a quarter at a crossroads to honor the city’s spirits.

THE CITY IS YOUR ALTAR

this is your grimoire, your spellbook, your guide to turning the city into a magical playground. don’t just live in it—work with it, enchant it, let it enchant you back.

magic is everywhere, babes. you just have to know where to look.

[charmfamily]

CORVUS CROSSING: A CHARM FAMILY STORY. CHAPTER I "BOY, YOU'LL BE A MAN REAL SOON." PART XVIX. Transcript Beneath the Cut.

DAMIEN: We're going to the library?

TOMAX: Yeah — it's about to start raining harder than a cow pissing on a flat rock. If you want to stay out in that and get soaked, I mean, you can…

DAMIEN: A cow…? [His words trail off for a moment, muttered to himself before he snickers and shakes his head.] Okay, you're definitely not from anywhere I've ever been. Never heard that one before.

TOMAX: Chestnut Ridge. [He laughs.] And before you say wow, you don't even have the twangy accent, yeah, I know. I worked very hard on that. C'mon, I've got some people for you to meet if you're up for it.

DAMIEN: Uh… yeah. [He nods, shrugging noncommittally.] Sure, as long as they're cool.

TOMAX: I wouldn't introduce you to anyone uncool. [He playfully rolls his eyes.] But seriously, if you don't feel up to it, you don't have to… You know you don't have to say yes to everything someone asks you, right?

DAMIEN: I didn't know. [He grins, his tone teasing and playfully snarky.] I've never heard the words 'people pleaser' in my life and I don't know why you'd insinuate that I do a bunch of stuff I don't feel like doing on a regular basis…

TOMAX: [He opens his mouth to say something but looks up at the sound of approaching footsteps and keeps quiet instead.]

AKIRA: Dude. There you fuckin' are — Kyle and I got saddled with clean up duty for a bit but I was looking for you everywhere, are you good now? Do you need a couple more minutes?

DAMIEN: Yeah, I'm good. Why, did something happen?

AKIRA: Group meeting with just the boys, there's some shit we have to discuss. No outsiders. [He grins at Tomax] No offense to your new bro here who looks chill but it's kinda important. Akira, by the way, and your shirt's dope.

TOMAX: [He chuckles.] Thanks, it's a flea market find. I'm Tomax and uh, no offense taken.

DAMIEN: The boys as in…?

AKIRA: You know what boys, dumbass. Us. The meeting's at home.

DAMIEN: Just checking, I don't wanna see that asshole again tonight.

AKIRA: Dude, he is the least invited bitch in the universe right now. [Lowering his voice as the two of them begin to walk down the hall, his brow furrows and his lips twist into a frown of concern.] Did you think we weren't gonna have your back? Seriously?

DAMIEN: I mean… [He sighs.] I don't know, shiny new social perks and getting handed a key to the kingdom around here right out of the gate is a pretty sweet deal…

AKIRA: Fuck that, you and I have been bros since I barfed all over your desk in third grade. That's deep lore that can't be erased overnight — and since when have I ever given a fuck what anyone else thinks?

DAMIEN: [He laughs, smiling genuinely and playfully shoving Akira.] I still can't believe you made yourself sick eating a banana peel after Kyle told you that's how people get high.

AKIRA: Okay first of all, I have always been man of science so jot that down and two — we just watched the Don't Huff Markers video in class and I thought that was also stupid so it stands to reason that if that's stupid and apparently works 'cause someone made a video about it, the 'eat a whole raw banana peel' thing could be legit.

DAMIEN: Also we don't fuckin' listen to Kyle anymore. That's a valuable, life-long lesson.

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

[finnamesracerx]

Never forget that I walk around town wt this as my lockscreen:

[losthavenmine]

Rough Magic (1995) for @bonojour

[ruthey97]

Pt 1

[zappedbyzabka]

The sky blue fashion set you shared makes me think Johnny as i dream of jeannie

One of my comfort au’s. It’s just perfect. I wouldn’t do everything the show did at all but the base concept of it is just *chef’s kiss*

Just picture you’re Daniel and this mischievous pretty boy with his grabbable waist bare keeps following you around saying he wants to please you and calls you master. One hell of a temptation and problem.

I actually giffed one of my favorite scenes

Tony gives me much CK Daniel energy. He has a beautiful brunette fiancee, he has a job that’s important to him, he’s got everything figured out— then this tall blonde minx comes to screw it all up! Crawled out of his fantasies and annoyed the daylights out of him. How irritating.

Jeannie is always kissing him and is much more interested at the start.

I feel like they have that “ditz who’s secretely smart” and “person who tries to be logical but is actually kind of a ditz” dynamic that Johnny and Daniel have.

He gets annoyed at her antics but she makes him feel alive and see life in a different light. She makes him feel young again while unintentionally bringing chaos into his life. She has baggage and fears the powers above her that have hurt her before but Tony brings a sense of reality and peace into that.

This is a draft/maybe throwaway from the bit I wrote of the au. Daniel misunderstood Johnny when he intruduced himself and heard “Jeannie”, thought it fit the doll, and didn’t question. Johnny’s main goal is to please Daniel, so he goes along with it thinking it was Daniel’s desire to call him that instead. I might scrap that idea too.

(could go along a plot of Johnny being all “I can magic myself into a damsel for thee!” and Daniel admitting he likes and is attracted to Johnny as he is and then a ‘big smooch’ Master, you’re such a sap!)

I also would enjoy this au if Johnny was a genie for a different boy or girl! Tony also brings a certain Stressed BobbyTM vibe.

[feathers-n-fangs]

I had a dream that Griffin was a sexy cowboy

Inbox Shenanigans | @runyou-clever-boy

“I mean, that look is cool as hell, and it really ain’t too far off from what I normally wear, aside from the hat and gloves. I’m a city boy through and through, though. Steel horse and all that jazz. If Zach wants me to save a horse or motorcycle and ride him, however…that can most definitely be arranged.”

[jaebird88]

Upon learning that Lazav, the Multifarious can copy Phage the Untouchable without the downside of her ETB effect

[too-wet-did-not-read]

Would.

🦌🌸

[scientistknife]

Finally created a consistent Mindslaver deck for Magic the Gathering EDH. This has been a nearly decade long endeavor. Surely this will not make all my friends hate me.

[felikatze]

on the topic of weird names for historical events in fe6. who decided to call it "the disturbance of bern". like. that sounds so mild. zephiel literally tried to genocide all of elibe. half of sacae got wiped out. lilina and eliwood are quite possibly the only surviving lycian marquesses. the western isles became an independant state. illia unionized.

the only nation that could write it off as a "disturbance" is etruria, the bastards. there's no battle map taking place in etruria proper outside chapter 16 and 16x, so they really got lucky being the biggest and most affluent and probably imperialist nation in elibe.

fucking "disturbance of bern" THIS WAS AN INTRACONTINENTAL WAR INVOLVING EVERY SINGLE COUNTRY

"disturbance" bro if this went on for just a smidgen longer you would've recreated the ending winter

[beaked-whales-in-exile]

If you have an interest in the history/anthropology of witchcraft, the occult, or paganism, you don't have to get into them.

idk who needs to hear this but if you're a woman who loves candles and flowers and animals and autumn leaves and stars and cottages and whimsy, it doesn't mean you have to get into witchcraft or the occult or paganism.

[spacegoblin2106]

Remus calls Sirius:

Pads, love, degenerate, wanker, princess, daft mutt, pain-in-the-ass, beautiful, prat, fy annwyl, idiot, menace, my-whole-world, smart ass, cariad, dickhead, star boy, mine.

Sirius calls Remus:

Moons, moonbeam, moonpie, ma lune, wolf boy, gumpy, old man, softy, sir, good boy, lovely, darling, nerd, mon cœur, pretty boy, magic, stubborn git, mine.

[psychotrenny]

It's interesting how you'll see people (correctly) point out that being oppressed as a trans women doesn't prevent someone from participating in racism, only to then go on and say incredibly transmisogynstic things about "white trans women" and justify it by the racial oppression they personally face. Like on the surface it's an obviously self-defeating argument; if you've already established "suffering from one form of oppression doesn't absolve participation in another" you can't then immediately go ahead and use the bigotry you suffer to negate the bigotry you perform. But I think the key here is that a lot of people don't see "transmisogyny" as a genuine axis of oppression

Like there's a form of rhetoric that's widespread among progressives that (sometimes explicitly but more often implicitly) presents trans women not a type of woman, but in fact a type of degenerate or delusional man that "we" have a moral duty to tolerate and play along with. The second a trans woman does something sufficiently immoral, that obligation of tolerance vanishes and you're free to treat him (I mean them) as the predatory weirdo he (I mean they) is. And even "the good ones" aren't entitled to full respect and humanity; well-behaved trannies just get fewer reminders of how fake their womanhood is. Like people have trouble grasping that "transmisogyny" is a type of misogyny, a type of bigotry as serious as any other, because they don't see "trans woman" as a type of woman

And yes, all this transmisogynistic talk around "white trans women" rhetorically erases the existence of trans women of colour and in material terms does significantly more harm to them than to actual white transfems. That aspect is very important to talk about. But the primary contradiction here is around transmisogyny itself; even if trans women of colour were magically exempt or non-existent it's still a very harmful and reactionary line of thinking. It's not as though misogyny suddenly becomes good when the targets are white women; why should that change because you've pre-fixed it with a "trans"

[monamipencil]

an ode to mingyu's tiddies

genre; smut, mdni <3 | warnings; mingyu's tits, reader is OBSESSED with his tits, reader has existential crisis throughout the entire fic, perverted thots, a mention of magic mingyu, mentions of food, mentions of fever (she's just horny af), mentions of public indecency, dry humping, tits sucking (m. receiving), face sitting, oral (f. receiving), mingyu is a shameless thot. | a/n; here she is. fought demons writing this. hope you guys like it!

you’re obsessed. to say the least. 

the first time you actually noticed them was quite early into the relationship. he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, effectively smushing your face against his chest. and you honestly didn’t mind dying like that, squished in between his pecs. nonetheless, something was awakened inside you that day. 

and it doesn’t really help that mingyu loves flexing his muscles. his chest is one of his best assets that he shows off. especially to you. goddamn him and his damn tight-fitting tank tops. you can’t help but watch with an ajar mouth as he works out, his chest pushing out under strain. oh, how you would love to fondl- “take a picture. it lasts longer.” he smirks at you, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.  

mingyu also notices the way you stare, or should he say, where you stare. pride swells in his heart each time you glance at his muscles. and well, he loves the attention. so he does what he does. he flusters you every chance he gets. with his tits.

he foregoes his shirt in bed. every. single. time. the first time it happened was not long after your epiphany. you didn’t pay much mind to it since it was after sex. but then, it became a routine. cuddling to sleep meant having his tits pushed up against your face or back. and, in some cases, you get to fondle them as you spoon him. 

and you know what? scratch that. he’s entirely shirtless around you. all the time. might as well get naked and start living in nature at this point. and well, who are you to reject adam in the form of your boyfriend, mingyu? 

christ’s sake. the things that he makes you think and do. 

the very rare times that you are not bombarded with magic mingyu would be when you’re both outside. being his girlfriend also means being his workout buddy. it also means fighting demons that whisper the filthiest things about him to you as you help him with his workout. well, the demon might just be your brain. 

you keep—try to keep your eyes on his face, sipping from your water bottle after your workout. and he does the same, maintaining eye contact with you as he hydrates himself too. mingyu can make anything hot. even the most innocent things like eye contacts or cooking. or maybe you’re just a pervert. 

you internally sigh, breaking the eye contact and look around the almost empty gym. it’s pretty late, and only a few night owls are in sight. but empty enough to get away with him pushing you against the mirror and fucking the life—that’s enough. this man has reduced into a degenerate at this point. 

with embarrassment in your veins, you quickly kiss his cheek, promising to use the shower quickly and reunite with him to go home. you again fight demons as you sprint to the shower area. you could just go home and shower with him. and have some more ‘workout’ too. shaking your head, you quickly take your shower. 

…

“is everything ok?” mingyu asks, concern etched onto his face. you haven’t even touched the food he made, and you’ve been like this since coming back from the gym. you hang your head down in shame and shake your head, shifting on the couch. he’s worrying about you, and here you are, thinking filthy things about him. 

his big hands wrap around your wrist, pulling you closer. “shit, you have a fever?” he tilts your face up and lays the back of his hand on your forehead. the other hand lays on your waist, feeling ticklish and hot on your skin. your skin burns more at the question. oh that? no, i was just thinking about getting folded in half and being fucked by you. nothing else haha…

“no,” you manage a grunt out, feeling shy under his gaze. “what are you talking about? you’re burning!” he counters. you sigh, and all the escape routes close, leaving only one path open. 

with great courage and greater embarrassment, you admit, “just horny,” 

“hmm? can’t hear you baby.” he leans in closer, eyes big with worry. 

“i’m horny and i wanna fuck you.” 

mingyu does a double-take at your words. you’re burning up for him? you’re almost seated on his lap now, looking at him with lust-clouded eyes and parted lips, and he feels the waves of heat seeping from you. the post-workout adrenaline is yet to wear out, and he feels so drunk on you. he leans down in a daze, slotting his lips on yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth right away. 

you moan into his mouth, gladly accepting his warm tongue with your own. he pulls you onto his lap, resting his hands on your ass and squeezing them through your thin sweatpants. you tug on his hair, earning a groan from him before feeling up his muscles. mingyu shivers when you caress his back. then you rub his biceps, feeling the hard muscles before settling on his pecs. 

he yelps when you pinch his nipple, breaking the kiss. you don’t give him time to think, pushing him back on the couch and removing his shirt. he breathes shakily as you palm his chest and thumb his nipples. a pathetic whine erupts from his throat when you kiss down his jaw, sucking on his tan skin. 

you lick up a stripe on the column of his throat, and his hips buckle up, pushing his needy cock into your warm, clothed cunt. you nip at his sensitive skin, leaving behind patches of wet saliva as you descend down. mingyu grips your ass, pushing your hips down as he grinds his hard cock against your core. 

you finally reach his pecs, littering kisses all over them but then he pulls you away, causing you to pout and whine. he matches your frustration, whining about his cock. “please, i need to feel you.” you huff, discarding your pants hastily and he does the same. you stop him when he tries to take off his boxers and he looks at you confusedly. 

confusion turns into neediness when your hands wrap around his cock, freeing it, but you leave the boxers on. his veiny, hard cock rests heavily in your hands as you push aside underwear, guiding his cock inside it. but you don’t let him inside you, instead resting his cock against your cunt, and the thin material of your panty is stretched by cock. he moans, feeling the cloth pressed against his aching tip. his eyes roll back, feeling your arousal coat the underside of his dick when you grind against him. 

you resume where you left off, sucking hickies on his pecs. mingyu lets you take charge, lazily grinding against your wet cunt. his mind goes blank, and his nerves fire up with the need to be inside you. your warmth is driving him crazy, and he can only whine as you move against him, his tip stimulated by the material of your panties. 

mingyu moans loudly when you wrap your lips around his nipples. your tongue flicks at the hardening bud, sucking hard on it. your hand plays with his other nipple, pinching and probing at it. the sensation throws him off the edge, and he completely loses it. whining, he moves his hips at a faster pace. you release his nipple with a wet pop, only to suck on the other. 

your wetness coats most of the underside of his dick now, but you’re still dripping. you whine against his nipple as mingyu grinds faster, and your pussy throbs against his length. with a bite to his bud, you pull away, gripping his shoulders and grinding back against him. 

he rests his head on your neck, biting down on your skin to stop his whining. but it’s fruitless as he humps you faster, feeling his orgasm building up. you tug on his hair, pulling his head back to kiss him. you lick into his mouth, kissing him deeper and grinding down harder. 

he breaks when you bite his lower lip, immediately cumming with a loud groan. his large hands lock behind your back, pressing you down, which causes the material to stretch over his tip. the pearls of cum oozing out his slit gather at one spot before oozing out the cloth as well. you groan in unison at the lewd sight, and you rub the cum, spreading it and rubbing his sensitive tip. 

pulling him out, you rest against his chest and sigh. feeling sated even though you didn’t cum. he chuckles, and his chest reverberates at the action, causing you to look up at him with a smile. “what?” you kiss the corner of his lips. 

“no wonder you’ve been ogling my tits for the past few weeks. you could’ve just asked, y’k?” he smirks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, and you flush. so, he did notice. your cunt throbs again, and you gulp, feeling shy under his gaze. like you didn’t just suck his tits. 

“caught you red-handed?” he brushes his lips against yours, one hand resting at the base of your neck and the other caressing your hips. you pinch your eyes shut, hiding in his chest, and he chuckles again. “i don’t mind, baby. you can be loud about your fantasies.”

he drums his fingers on your ass, humming, and you practically feel his smirk. cocky bastard. you huff, opening your mouth to make a sassy comment, but instead, you yelp when he moves under you quickly. he lays on the couch and repositions you over his face. 

you gasp, feeling his warm breath hit your wet cunt. he presses a kiss over your panties, and you have to grip the couch to not lose balance and end up suffocating him. “you fulfilled your wishes. now it’s time for mine.” he whispers against your core, smirking up at you. 

his wish? having you suffocate him with your cunt as he laps at your juices. (and that’s the only thing that has been running through his mind, watching you work out in the damn spandex pants.)

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia