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@magicruins
#𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝚂. independent fandomless original warlock characters, AZURINE FRIERSON & BALTASAR FUENTES. written by mars, 25, he/him/his. mutuals only and selective. affiliated with @warlcks.
LINKS : carrd, interest tracker, baltasar’s board (cw: snakes), azurine’s board BLOGROLL : @bitemade & @whtlcks
hi loves! so i took a few days to think about it and i’ve decided that i am going to go down to one blog. it’s just ultimately less stressful and having multiple blogs is doing nothing for my writing muse lol so i’ve moved all of my muses onto a multi. @mythtorn .
polo benavent in 1x04 - élite
# @warlcks 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 .
august 12, 1921
the date is written meticulously in practiced script across a piece of paper in bold black ink. it taunts him, reminding him how much time has truly passed. one-hundred years since he has had to lay his mentor beneath the soil. ETERNITY STRETCHES ON ENDLESSLY. without guidance, the young warlock has unwillingly been fumbling about throughout the century. it felt dirty to be reduced to using his powers to steal, mainly clothes and food ( sometimes riches ), in order to survive. but who he was and who he needed to be in order to survive could not meet halfway yet. it would happen. these years would be measly faded memories in due time. pen presses against the paper before him, carefully curating a message for an old foe.
darling felix,
i know how heavily my presence has been missed. you were so easy to track down, it’s almost as if you left your wards down because you wanted me to find you.
i shall be at club durant around 11pm. grace me with your brooding company? i’m sure there’s still room on that forehead for more worried lines.
- baltasar
the letter is reviewed. always a perfectionist, he would not be embarrassed by one word being out of place or allow himself to reveal that he, indeed, has been the one to miss the other. the feeling has festered. after years of having felix merely rooms away and seeing his face every day within the halls of darius’ home, their home, it felt almost unnatural to be separated. baltasar hated how his body yearned. even just to feel the tendrils of felix’s power in the air. IT WAS FOOLISH, STUPID OF HIM. and yet here he was. that yearning had become unbearable and so he wanted to feed it, if only to get that part of him to shut up. the letter is folded and sent into a blaze of fire, which would appear in the other warlock’s palm in just a moment.
# @drfrnkenstn sent , “ i want you to know : i know. “
a vague admission is given and it prompts brows to pinch together in frustration. HE KNOWS. he knows ... she harbors many secrets and has tried not to provide even glimpses of them, for her own safety and his as well. palms clasp together behind her back. it would help keep nervous sparks at bay, for at least a little while. “ i’m sure you know a great many things, doctor. that is why you were given your title. “ what could he possibly know? as she said, a great many things. what she was, what she has done, who her mother was ... this could all be remedied with A MEMORY SPELL . it was a simple glamour that would erase her presence in his life and whatever information he has gathered. she loathed to manipulate someone’s mind, however. especially one as brilliant as his. the mind was a fragile organ, and almost always reacted poorly to being tampered with. jaw tightens before she speaks, “ w-what exactly do you know, then? please tell me. “
# @drfrnkenstn 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 .
death , such a natural part of life. it was an element that she may never experience. one that she possessed the ability to REVERSE if need be. this ability was not used often, as it was frowned upon in the magical community, but she personally saw no wrongdoing in it if used correctly. sometimes the grim reaper appears too early, eager to steal a soul before their time should come. her chest constricts upon seeing a poor mangled bird on the side of a cobble stone street. an innocent, taken too soon. the warlock bends down and moves her skirts out of the way. gentle hands take the corpse within her grasp before eyes flutter closed. a few whispered words of latin, and purple sparks at her fingertips. the bird flutters to life, singing sweetly. a smile appears as she strokes its wings and stands, allowing it to stay with her for as long as is needed. the gaze of an onlooker is finally noticed as eyes lock. “ oh, dear ... “ lips press into a firm line, her lighthearted expression completely disappearing. “ i could say that this is not what it looks like, but you seem far more intelligent than to believe such a lie. “
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 - 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋 | 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
this is purely because this song makes me feel some type of way
“ I want to know how it will end. “
“ I want to be sure of what it will cost. ”
“ I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. ”
“ I want you to call me on your drug phone. ”
“ I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later. ”
“ I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire. ”
“ I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win. ”
“ I want the name of the ruiner. ”
“ I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn. ”
“ I want you to know that being kind is overrated. ”
“ I want to write my secret across your sky. ”
“ I want to watch you lose control. ”
“ I want to watch you lose. ”
“ I want to know exactly what it's going to take. ”
“ I want to see you insert yourself into glory. ”
“ I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been. ”
“ I want you to watch when I go down in flames. ”
“ I want a list of atrocities done in your name. ”
“ I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back. ”
“ I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer. ”
“ I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open. ”
“ I want to taste my own kind. ”
“ I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side. ”
“ I want you to come on strong. ”
“ I want to leave you out in the cold. ”
“ I want the exact same thing but different. “
“ I want some soft drugs...some soft, soft drugs. “
“ I want to throw you. “
“ I want you to know: I know. ”
“ I want to know if you read me. “
“ I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit. “
“ I want to know just how much you hate me, so I can predict what you'll do. “
“ I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted. “
“ I want a controlling interest. “
“ I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die. “
“ I want to be your secret hater. “
“ I want to stop destroying you, but I can't. “
“ — And I want, and I want, and I want, and I will always be hungry. ”
Kaz looking extra good after knocking someone out
#𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴
@magicruins“ don’t be stupid, friend. ” baltasar @ freya
low growl rumbled from her throat as she kept her distance . she never did trust strangers . maybe the reasoning behind that was the FACT that every time she turned around , someone was out to kill her and the others . there was never peace within the TOWN . and something about this other being caused the werewolf to remain on edge . canines showed . cold steel blue orbs remained narrowed . he called her FRIEND . was this someone who knew of her and the others ? were they allies ? she still didn’t trust .
“ hmm , stupid would be allowing my GUARD down . i prefer to stay this way . “
why is it that small towns always seem to hold dangerous hidden gems? there were secrets here. ones that he is determined to uncover by any means, because perhaps those secrets could be of use to him. he had felt A PULL here, as if by supernatural means. it was enough to make this place a temporary home. the warlock looks upon her with interest. werewolves were RARE, at least in his experience. most, if not all, of his knowledge and encounters with her species has come from the pages of books. “ fine, have it your way. “ a nonchalant shrug is given as he keeps a comfortable distance. “ i’m merely WARNING YOU not to underestimate me and my survival instincts or the power that i can wield. in fact, i would think twice about an attack. anyway, i’m not here to harm you. “ not in this instance, anyway.
#𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂
@magicruins sent: [BAR] // from baltasar to nicolas
The dark haired man sat alone beside an empty bar, a hand holding a glass filled with bourbon. His right foot gently tapped to the beat of an 80’s rock song playing in the background. He worn a black turtle neck with a grey wool jacket, black ripped jeans and brown boots.
Nicolas had a classy style, and did not care what others think. He wanted to leave an impression in public by showing off his sense of style.
The vampire heard the brief sound of a beating heart, before taking a sip of his drink. From the corner of his eye, a man took a seat beside him. Brown eyes briefly looked him over. Nicolas never recalled seeing him before, but that did not stop him from talking to someone new. “Do you come here often?” He asked, letting his British accent be revealed to the stranger.
always dressed for someone’s funeral. that is what someone had once said to him to describe his style, which mainly consisted of a black suit and tie, no matter the occasion or place. the comment had brought a cruel smile to his face. even here, at this dingy little human bar, he is the PICTURE OF DEADLY GRACE. black leather gloves are pulled tight against his wrist as he moves to take a seat at the bar.
it would not have been his first choice, but the demon he has come to deal with insisted on it. promised that the bar had charm. if it did, he has yet to see it.
he orders himself a bourbon once seated. then only moments pass before he is noticed by another, which did not surprise him in the slightest. among the human rabble, one with magical talent would appear like a god. “ is that the best OPENING LINE you have? “ his lips quirk upward in amusement. “ with that accent, i’m sure you can usually get away with it. to answer your question, no. i do not frequent this establishment. “ head tilts in order to get a better look at the other male. “ it isn’t exactly up to my high standards. no offense, if you do, indeed, come here often. though it sounds as if you are a long way from home. am i right? “
#𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙸
❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜ \ @magicruins .
THE THING BEING HIS HANDS, which glowed a deep sapphire blue, while his kohl-lined eyes narrowed. but did he truly wish to add another infraction to his ever-growing list ? the lowering of his hands indicates no, he doesn’t, but they remain at the ready to defend himself. or throw the first blow. whichever happened first should things escalate. ❝ what is it that you want, then ? i’m not a fan of uninvited guests, sconosciuto. ❞
a face of calm in the eye of the storm. though threatening between the lines, words had flowed smoothly off of the tip of his tongue. the only sign of his guard being up is in the taut muscles of his shoulders and readied hands that grow warm with magic at his sides. “ oh, i have heard a lot about you. i wanted to see if reality matched up to RUMOR … “ a pause as curious eyes linger from head to toe, taking in the warlock before him with hidden respect. “ i can say, so far, i am not disappointed. good. because i have come a long way. “ he leans against a nearby wall, making himself comfortable in the other’s environment. “ strangers we may be now, but i was hoping we could be friends. “ friendship with him wasn’t unconditional. in fact, it came laden with conditions and favors. “ i’m baltasar. pleased to meet a warlock with such an intriguing reputation. “
He is a liar and a bringer of death and he is smiling at you while he does it.
Travis Willingham (via lethriloth)
#𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴𝙳
IF BAD SITUATIONS were a person, they surely would be madly in love with joana. it was the only possible reason why she attracted trouble everywhere that she went. c’mon, it was supposed to be one drink, one drink for her to relax and see sense after bickering with eli again! and all of a sudden there she was, with the type of person jo would never trust : a witch. a drunk one, by the way. ❝ i’m jo. just jo. ❞ she responded, clearly unamused. straight eyebrows curving upwards and giving away how concerned she was in that moment. damn. those witches were brutal! ❝ wait. don’t you think he’s gonna be pissed? azurine, that’s a terrible idea… c’mon, let me take you home. i think you’ve had enough adrenaline and booze for one night. this friend of yours, he seems reasonable. should i call him to pick you up? ❞ because even though joana hated witches, there was no way on earth she’d leave a drunk woman who was prone to making awful decisions unattended.
the witch’s awareness is incredibly hazy, so much so that she does not notice her companion is not as enthused about this situation as she is. normally she was an empathetic creature, who would have picked up on the differences in their emotions. embarrassment was bound to come later. right now, however, she was determined to CAUSE MISCHEIF. “ jo, that’s a beautiful name. you can call me az. zzz, that feels funny on the tongue. “ when coming up with this plan, the witch had not planned on the club being such a maze. she pauses at a crossroads of sorts. right or left? eenie, meanie... feet tilt left to head in that direction before protests are given. “ that’s why i’m doing this. he can’t do anything to me. TRUST ME. i’m ultra powerful. we’ll be safe back here! i can zap his demon thugs and you can do your wolfy thing. “ fingertips wiggle, sparks flying from them. nearby lights begin to flicker. “ felix is the best! but he can’t pick me up before i have some fun. come on. do all werewolves worry this much? “ she shrugs before beginning to practically skip towards the path she had chosen. even if this was a terrible idea, she wasn’t going to hear it in her current state. “ what do you think we should take? i wonder if he’s got anything good hidden back here. “
#𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙲𝙺𝚂
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂; loneliness branded upon their souls was the price to pay for Darius’ vain ambition, emotional and social nurturing forsaken for the hazy dream of elite warlocks who would act without hesitation and be driven by ruthless efficiency. His big plan had failed and faltered though, and the PRIZES he’d collected so keenly had scattered in their attempts to navigate a life that belonged to them once more. Only now, when they all seem to gravitate back into each other’s lives, does the true extent of their upbringing make itself apparent, and it makes warlock’s EMPATHETIC heart constrict at the injustice of it all. She was sweet, had always been sweet, and the man who was supposed to protect her had kept her LOCKED AWAY like a relic. Even back then, with head ducked down to stay out of trouble, the notion had seemed monstrous to him - now he wishes he’d done more to save her from such cruelty.
“ It’s okay. It took some time for me to get used to it too - Mikel has the patience of a saint. ” He lowers himself to the spot on the floor beside her without hesitation, back to the wall and elbows coming to rest upon raised knees. There is no sense is hurrying these matters; he knows from experience how cracked hearts are SLOW TO TRUST, slower still to believe they have value and a careful pair of hands willing to hold it all together. His familiar has been his saving grace more times than he can count, now he thinks it is time to extend that same companionship to another. “ I should have helped you before, when we were kids. I’m sorry that I didn’t…” SHAME makes muddy hues almost woeful, but there is no reservation in hand that is offered to her, a silent gesture of solidarity and ( he hopes ) comfort. “ But I’m with you this time. You won’t be alone again, I promise. ”
in another reality, they might have been friends. had circumstance not pitted her against the rest of them. IT WAS WITHIN HER BIRTHRIGHT TO BE ISOLATED. a one of a kind. throughout the years, she has searched for possible would-be siblings. many warlocks shared the same demonic parent after all, but nothing ever came of it. either they were better at hiding than her or she was truly alone. the latter seemed more likely. “ mikel, your familiar... you’re lucky to have found him. “ a small smile graces her lips. finding a familiar was rare, given how they were made. warlocks with criminal pasts that had not ultimately ended in their demise. they are given a chance to atone. she hopes, should anyone judge her for the measures she has had to take to survive, that they will offer her such a chance. it takes strength not to stand when felix takes his place on the floor. not that she does not want to be close -- in fact she’s desperately wanting to gently be held, but her body’s reaction does not align with her heart’s desires. frame shifts, shoulders hunching and hands move from her sides to cling together in her lap.
the apology makes everything within ACHE . it would have been nice to have a hero, someone to charge into her uncle’s prison and rescue her. but that was not to be and it was not felix’s fault. “ no, please ... “ head shakes, a few strands of hair falling. “ you are not to blame. i never thought any of you were AT FAULT . my resentment was always reserved for him ... and myself. i could, i could have gotten out. perhaps it was a trap of my own making. “ eyes linger on the hand offered. it fills her with gratitude that he’s willing to even offer up such a gesture. she slowly, hesitantly, unlatches her fingers and softly places them within his own. the warmth of his hand filling warmth within her chest. “ thank you. a-and i’m with you too. we were taught that we are creatures unworthy of intimacy, companionship. i’m ready to prove him wrong. “ defiance colors her tone as she gives his hand a determined squeeze. “ i just want you to promise me something. if anything gets out of hand, if i get out of hand, you’ll do what you need to. “
plops down a starter call! i will probably approach for plotting if i can’t think of anything. please specify which muse you’d prefer!
anyone, but felix or lucius: calls baltasar ‘bal’ baltasar: so ... you’ve chosen DEATH
