The White Magician's Lair
A Personal Blog about Everything I like :D
"Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you, kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there! "


-Dean Winchester, Supernatural
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I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

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nicknames: cities (part 1)

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coryjensenart:

Something a little different from me…lol Disney character “genderbending” is really big right now so I gave it a shot! I like how he turned out! :) Maybe I’ll try some more….?

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thewritersramblings:

AU Sherlock Holmes

Eva Green as S. Holmes
Kelly Reilly as J. Watson
Natalie Dormer as J. Moriarty

1888, Jack the Ripper terrorizes the streets of London. Scotland Yard, desperate to catch the killer, reluctantly consults with the infamous detective, Sherlocke Holmes and her stalwart colleague, the pioneering doctor, Joanna Watson. Sherlocke delves into the underbelly of London, and her curiosity is ignited when she discovers that the Ripper may not be a serial killer at all, but merely the servant of a greater master. 

Everywhere Sherlocke turns, the name ‘Moriarty' whispers through the blood-soaked streets. She soon becomes embroiled in a cat-and-mouse game with the mysterious entity that is Moriarty, a game that may end up costing not only the soul of London itself, but also her own.    
[summary by Ari]

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“You can talk to them?”

Salazar jumped and jerked his head around. He had not heard her approach, had not realised that anyone was listening. A small snake with dull copper scales hissed as it darted back into the grass and out of sight.

Helga felt a flush of shame at having startled Salazar, but she could not swallow her curiosity. “You talk to them – and they understand? They talk back?”

He nodded, his expression still and guarded. “Yes. We have an understanding.”

She had not intended to eavesdrop on him. Though could it be called eavesdropping, when she could not decipher the words he was speaking?

Helga had been wandering through the sunlit forest when she heard it. A voice, first soft then harsh, twisted through the trees. She couldn’t understand the words which sounded slurred, strangled – but she recognised Salazar’s voice. It made no sense. Then she realised that he was speaking another language. Parseltongue.

Rowena had always been suspicious of Salazar’s alleged ability, calling it a ‘dark’ art. Helga wasn’t so sure.  “What were you saying to it?”

Salazar burst into a rare fit of laughter. “Do you honestly want to know what I was saying to a snake?” His amusement had melted away any feelings of awkwardness. “It is hard to describe. What they say - if you can put it that way - doesn’t translate exactly.” He shrugged. “If you must know, I was gaining its trust. When they trust, they obey. It’s a kind of affinity.”

Helga stared. “It’s… amazing,” she said, awestruck. “I would dearly love to be able to do the same.”

The smile slipped from Salazar’s face, but his expression was not unfriendly. “Would you?” he murmured.

She laughed. “Of course!” The sun had sunk low and the light that filtered through the trees was tinged red. “Come,” she said, turning back to the castle, “it grows dusk.”

(requested by anon)

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