Spells from Fiction: Why You Might Be Hexing Yourself with Supernatural.

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Let’s get one thing straight, witches: just because it sounds cool on Netflix doesn’t mean it belongs in your spell book.

We need to talk about fictional spells. You know the ones—Latin incantations from pop culture, blood magic rituals out of vampire novels, or that gorgeous but completely made-up moon ceremony from a high fantasy series written by someone who’s never lit a single candle outside of a Bath & Body Works store.

Here’s the tea: fictional spells aren’t always harmless pretend play. In fact, treating them like they are? That’s how you end up spiritually tangled, energetically fried, and wondering why your house feels like someone’s watching you when all you did was "summon your shadow twin" from a Tumblr post.

Or from DnD...you'll wind up in a Mitsubishi trunk cause demons really don't play nice...

Let’s break it down.

1. Fictional Spells Aren’t Fiction to Your Spirit

Your spirit, your subconscious, your guides—whatever you want to call your deeper self—doesn’t always know the difference between fantasy and reality. That’s the whole reason visualization works in magic. So when you dramatically cast a “spell” from a horror movie, chanting in a language you don’t understand, under a blood moon... you’re not just “pretending.”

You’re inviting.

And you may not like who RSVPs.

When you recite a spell, especially with intention (even unconscious intention), you’re sending out a signal. Think of it like lighting up a lighthouse in the middle of a foggy astral sea. Spirits, energies, entities—they see that light. And guess what? Just like in the real world, not everyone who sees a light is there to help you. Some are curious. Some are opportunistic. And some?

Some are hungry.

Hungry for attention. Hungry for drama. Hungry for energy. Hungry for you.

You didn’t put up wards. You didn’t define who was invited. You just flung the door open with “Come on in, mysterious energy!”—and now there’s something lurking in the corners of your house that’s not your dearly departed grandma.

👻 Not Every Spirit Is Your Friend (or Even Human)

Here’s the thing: not all spirits are kindly ancestors, glowing goddesses, or charming familiars with an English accent and a raven motif.

Some are:

  • Tricky

  • Parasitic

  • Confused

  • Chaotic

  • Predatory

They may show up pretending to be helpful—at first. They’ll offer you insight. Results. Comfort. But eventually they start feeding. Maybe they feed off your fear. Maybe they start whispering self-doubt. Maybe they just mess with your dreams, your relationships, your sense of time. And because you didn’t invite them by name or by role, they can hang around like spiritual squatters.

In folklore, this is where the crossroads trickster, the mimics, the hungry ghosts show up. Not because you're cursed—but because you invited everything and filtered nothing.

🧳 Fiction Doesn’t Come With Safeguards

When real practitioners build spells or rituals, we include safeguards:

  • Named deities or spirits

  • Clear intention

  • Defined circle or boundary

  • Offerings

  • Consent

  • Protection

  • Dismissal rituals

Fictional spells? Not so much. They’re built for plot, not for practicality. When a TV character calls the dead or opens a portal to the shadow realm, there’s usually a magical reset button, a musical cue, or a convenient death of a side character.

You don’t get that luxury.
You have to live with what you call in.

🩸 Energy Wants a Source—and You Might Be It

If you accidentally open a doorway to something that’s not benevolent, and you don’t know how to feed it properly, it’ll start taking what it can get. That means:

  • Your sleep

  • Your luck

  • Your relationships

  • Your mental health

  • Your physical vitality

You might feel like you’ve been hexed. You might think someone sent you bad energy. But what’s actually happening is the thing you called in from that fictional spell has latched on—and now it’s drawing from your life force like a battery pack.

These spirits weren’t malicious in the novel. But you aren’t a fantasy heroine with a divine lineage and a talking sword. You’re you. And if you don’t know how to feed, house, or banish what you summoned?

It’ll take whatever it wants.

🕯️ The Uninvited Love to Play

Let’s say you don’t believe in spirits. Let’s say you’re doing “spells” from fiction for fun, as a form of LARPing or aesthetic performance.

Doesn’t matter. Energy doesn’t care if you believe in it.

The uninvited don’t need your belief. They need your attention. And the moment you gave it—through emotion, repetition, visual focus, intention—they had a window.

Think of it like this: if you’re playing with a Ouija board “just for fun,” and something starts moving, do you stop to wonder if it’s real? Or do you freak out and let the fear spiral take over?

That’s what entities feed on: confusion. They thrive in the gray area where belief is soft but your focus is strong.

🚪 In Magic, All Doors Open Both Ways

That fictional chant you read aloud at a party, giggling over a wine glass? You may have forgotten about it the next day.

But something else didn’t.

Something came when called—and it’s waiting to see if you’ll call again. And again. And again.

This is why many practitioners emphasize:

  • Clear opening

  • Defined permission

  • And a firm closing

Because if you open a door and don’t shut it?
You’re not the one in charge anymore.

Here’s the blunt truth: not everything from fantasy is fake, and not everything fake is safe.

If a fictional spell gives you chills? If it feels real? It might be tapping into something real. Myth bleeds. Story holds power. And careless use of that power can bite—hard.

So before you speak the words, ask:

  • Do I understand what I’m doing?

  • Do I have protections in place?

  • Do I know how to send something away?

  • Am I inviting the right kind of presence?

Because once the door opens?

You don’t always get to choose who walks through.

2. Energy Follows Focus, Not Fandom

If you put intention, emotion, and belief behind a spell—whether it’s from your great-grandmother or from a witchy TV show—you’re working magic. Period. But fictional spells often:

  • Lack grounding,

  • Ignore consequences,

  • Dramatize harm (without a care for ethics),

  • And assume no one really gets hurt.

But energy doesn’t care that it came from a screenwriter’s brain. If you’re calling in death, destruction, or demons “just for fun,” you better believe that vibration is gonna go somewhere. Maybe toward you. Maybe toward someone else. Maybe it just settles in your home and turns your life into a slow-burn chaos spiral. Yum.

3. You’re Playing with Traditions You Don’t Understand

Let’s also talk cultural harm. A lot of fictional magic borrows from closed or sacred traditions, slaps on some eyeliner and CGI effects, and rebrands it for mass consumption. When you repeat those spells without understanding where they came from, you’re not “manifesting aesthetic.” You’re disrespecting the dead. And sometimes—sometimes—you’re pissing off spirits who don’t give second chances.

Just because your favorite fantasy book included an “ancient burial ritual” doesn’t mean you should reenact it with tea lights and vibes.

4. Fiction Can Inspire—But It Shouldn’t Replace Wisdom

Don’t get me wrong. Stories are powerful. They awaken something deep in us—something ancestral. I’ve cried over spellwork in novels. I’ve felt seen, charged, inspired. That’s beautiful.

But inspiration should lead to investigation. To research. To discernment.
Not to “I found this chant on TikTok, now my cat won’t stop staring at the wall.”

If a fictional spell moves you, ask why. Then build something real around that. Write your own spell. Ground it in your practice. Check the ethics. Understand the language. Protect yourself.

5. Magic Without Ethics is Just Ego with Candles

If your magical working is built entirely on fictional drama, is centered around controlling others, or calls on forces you don’t understand, it’s not a spell—it’s a tantrum with props.

Magic isn’t for spectacle. It’s for transformation.

Witchcraft is a sacred art. It deserves more than misquoted Latin and a “found this on AO3” disclaimer.

So What Can You Do Instead?

✨ Use Fiction as Fuel, Not Formula.
Let the feeling behind a fictional scene move you—but create your own spell based on your tradition, your spirits, and your wisdom.

✨ Do Your Damn Research.
Just because it appeared in a bestselling fantasy trilogy doesn’t mean it’s safe to say out loud.

✨ Know What You’re Asking.
If the spell says, “call the dark twin,” maybe pause and consider whether you’re ready for what that means.

✨ Remember: Consent Matters.
This goes for spirits, other people, and yourself. Don’t use spells—fictional or not—that override someone’s will, especially your own.

✨ If It Feels Off, Don’t Use It.
Your gut knows. Listen to it. Just because a spell sounds poetic doesn’t mean it won’t burn the metaphorical eyebrows off your soul.

Final Word: You Don’t Need to Pretend to Be Powerful. You Already Are.

You don’t need to cosplay as a movie witch to be magical. You don’t need to adopt spellwork from fiction to feel legitimate. Your power comes from your story, your roots, your practice—not a script.

So close that tab. Put the movie quote down. Light your candle with purpose. Speak your words. Call your people.

You’re the magic.

Not the Latin you don’t understand.
Not the drama.
You.

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