ESOTERIC BOYS

We are beings of shadow and light, we are the things that go bump in the night. Dance with these devils and let all your wildest dreams take flight. mature content warning est. august 2019

[esotericboys]

It had been long enough. Dominic had spent a few precious moments watching as the man he not so secretly admired scoured the streets with a bestial rage. He admired the sheer power contained within the man’s body, the way he used it to enhance his innate physicality. Time seemed to unsuspend as he remembered why they were there, to strike at the heart of a criminal enterprise that traded and sold gifted humans as property. He could wait no longer. 

As Tyler tore through the gang members who chose to oppose him in the street below, Dominic leapt off the side of the building. His body sailed through the air, protected by a shimmer of silvery purple that formed a sphere around him. When his feet touched the asphalt, he ran forward to catch up to the other man. Twelve bullets ricocheted off of his protective shield, and his eyes scanned the area for their source. When he located the two snipers, he sent a blast of force toward them that would undoubtedly break every bone in their bodies upon contact. By the time he caught up to Tyler, there were bodies littered around them and the streets were quiet. “You didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?” @indieprivatesecurityrp

[dirbenaffleck]

Daniel Sharman Flaunt Magazine (2020) ph. Jonny Marlow

“ One of the things that people don’t know is that I know all the capitals of the world. It’s a very odd skill, but I have a very specific photographic memory, but it only really relates to maps and capitals. That’s something that, stupid or not, I know every single capital there is. Just a weird kind of little thing.” (That doesn’t help very much with learning scripts… ) No, I wish it did. Actually I wish it was more useful than it is. It is good for trivia nights and pub quizzes but that’s it.

[esotericboys]

Hello, Tumblr, my fickle old friend. You look different these days, but you always manage to draw me back in. Like a moth to the flame...

[alphalewolf]

[esotericboys]

midnightsnackx·:

The morning had started ordinarily enough for Charlie. He’d woken up at dawn, having dreamt of a delicious breakfast feast of the finest Fillorian delicacies. He’d rolled out of bed stark-naked, yawning noisily and giving a good stretch to his long, powerful limbs. He didn’t bother to get dressed as he headed for the door of his cozy cottage; it was fortunately tucked away from prying eyes. When his feet touched the slightly damp dirt just beyond his welcome mat, Charlie closed his soft blue eyes and gave over to his instinct. With a roll of his neck and a stretch of his jaw as he bent down to the ground, his hands spread through the earth and emerged as sturdy gray paws. He nuzzled his nose in a sparse patch of grass for a few moments, then picked his head up at the lazy buzzing by of a honeybee. Charlie chomped at it playfully, then bounded off the beaten trail deep into the woods behind his house. There was a lake a half mile away that he was eager to bathe in. Only, before he made it there, he encountered a nasty enchantment that trapped him by the hind leg.     

He yowled in agony as the trap clamped down tight, the cracking of bone echoing into his furry ears. Charlie tried to pull himself out, but the slightest movement sent a searing pain through his leg and only caused him to bleed more. Panicked, Charlie continued to twist in frustration, until a stranger happened upon him and somehow undid the trap. Eyes wide and bewildered, Charlie felt the man’s palm glide across his fur. If this man had meant harm, surely he would have left Charlie in the trap. Or maybe it was his trap that he’d fallen into. Either way, Charlie tried to push up onto his paws to run off, but he whined as the pressure on his back leg was too much to bear causing him to fall back down to the dirt. Breathing heavy to stave off further panic, Charlie chose not to reveal himself. He didn’t know this man’s intentions.. But he was hopeful that he did know someone who could help him out of this. @esotericboys·

It pained Eliot to see the grey wolf in such a state. He’d often preferred the company of animals to his own kind, and crimes against them had always felt personal. Rage simmered under the surface of his skin. The wolf was truly a magnificent creature and seeing him collapse to the ground was more than the magician could take. That feeling wasn’t one he was in a position to entertain, for fear that it might be misinterpreted by the wolf, so Eliot swallowed that rage down. It became a knot in his stomach that would fuel his desire for vengeance. Another day, he told himself.  “Come on, big guy,” the king offered affectionately. “We’re gonna get you all fixed up.” He dipped lower and slid his forearms under the wolf, cradling the creature carefully as they stood. Now, Eliot Waugh was not exactly known for his physical strength, and this was a big wolf, but he somehow managed to find a delicate balance while supporting the injured paw. “And don’t worry, when I find the fuckers that did this to you, you can have the first go at them,” he proposed while his fingertips slowly traced small symbols into the creature’s fur. The runes were a ward to alleviate pain, ones he’d used to help with countless hangover headaches, and they were as much as Eliot could do to help as he set off in the direction of the road at the edge of the woods.

Just when the wolf was starting to feel impossibly heavy in his arms and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could maintain this heroic charade, he saw the carriage ahead. His arms were beginning to shake a little by the time he was able to set the wolf down gingerly inside. “Take us... back... to Whitespire,” he uttered breathlessly to the coachman. “And try not to shake us around so much this time. We’re not making margaritas...” Yet, Eliot added to himself as he crawled into the carriage, closing the door behind him. Collapsing onto the seat with a long sigh, he took a few moments to catch his breath before looking down at the wolf as they lurched forward into motion. “Good help is hard to find, I tell you.”

[henrvcavill]

[esotericboys]

With each step over the lush landscape of his new kingdom, Eliot Waugh grew more and more wary of Fillory. He’d expected some innocent whimsy and careless fun along the way, but this land had turned out to be far more nuanced and unapologetically dangerous. The Old Gods seemed to have a devious sense of humor. And now here he was, the man who gave new meaning to the title of High King, traipsing through the muddy forests in his good shoes on some vague quest bestowed by a giant fucking peacock. What a strange trip this had already been. He didn’t even know what he was looking for. “Excuse me, Mr. Great Cock? Sir?” he added hesitantly. At least he thought it was a sir. “Can you give me a sign?!” he shouted to nowhere in particular. 

A rustle of leaves startled him, stopping Eliot in his tracks, and his eyes met the form of a grey wolf whose coat was peppered with white. It was writhing, ensnared by some insane-looking Fillorian version of a bear trap. He pulled a shard of amber glass from his breast pocket, peering through it as he surveyed the scene. “Well, hit me baby one more time,” he muttered to himself. This was no ordinary wolf -- there was magic rolling off of it. Was this part of the quest, he wondered? Or simply a detour? There was no way to be sure, and either way, he couldn’t leave this creature in such a state.

The young king’s fingers began to twist and twirl around one another as he dismantled the binding enchantments that had enhanced the trap’s hold. It took a few moments of calculation and concentration but finally, he’d rendered it useless. By comparison, the telekinetic flick of his wrist that broke the metal and set the wolf free was child’s play. It was, after all, his discipline. That same hand then came down to cautiously rest on the wolf’s side. One of its back legs was in pretty bad shape and healing magic was not Eliot’s forte. “If you can understand me, don’t worry...” The fur was soft under his touch, leading him to believe that this was not a wolf of the wild. “I know someone who can help.” @midnightsnackx

[esotericboys]

[sicarea]

admit it, we all have that one person we’d follow to the edge of the universe and back, no matter the muse, no matter the fandom because we admire and love them, and that’s how it should be.

[johnparri]

[poisonnightmares]

[esotericboys]

Muses page is still under construction but I think everything else is in order... in the meantime, check out my FACES if you think you’d like to plot!

[henricavyll]

[esotericboys]

ask away, if you dare.

you know you want to

[esotericboys]

Hear now the words of the warlocks, the secrets we hid in the night.

[esotericboys]

Jonah Westbrook