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hello!  i’ve decided to move all my muses onto a multi.  i’m starting a new job soon, so having everything on one blog will just be easier to manage.  the multi is @saccharynes  if you’d like to follow!   if you want to keep any threads that we already have,  please let me know. 

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thatprettylittlething​:

❝  You’re dripping blood on the carpet . . . ❞

@serpentynes​ summoned     ⟶      lyric / poetry based starter.

“      hm?      “               gaze   falls   lazily,               taking   in   the   sight   of         crimson   soaked         shirt   and   then   the   carpet   below.            sure   enough         a   small   puddle         is   forming.               “               don’t   sweat   it,         darling.            i’ll   buy            a   new   one.               maybe   something   with   a   pattern   this   time?         i   think   that’d   be   nice.         “

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yalitmeme: quotes [1/9] → The Song of Achilles

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send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.

add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

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@warlcks​ .

lust   permeates   being               at   the   feeling   of   lips   against   neck   and   fingertips   gripping   back   of   hair.               they   put   on   a   show,         it   did   not   matter   about   lack   of   privacy,         he   allows   pleasure   to   be   written   plainly   along   expression.               after   all,         it   was   his   club.                  hand   is   pressed   firmly   against   the   small   of   his   familiar’s   back   in   order   to   press   the   other   closer.            loneliness   had   been   a   plague.         lucius’   introduction   into   his   life   had   nearly   squashed   it   from   existence.         their   souls   so   similar,         meshing   together   like            a   missing   puzzle   piece            once   ritual   had   been   complete.         they   simply   made   sense.            it   was   no   wonder   that   his   serpent   was   able   to   pull   attention   and   longing   away   from   the   one   who   had   always   occupied   his   desires   before,            even   if   only   momentarily.            

a   hot   stare   is   upon   them   and   it   lingers   long   enough   to   be   noticeable.      stormy   hues   search   the   crowd,            landing   on   a   pair   of   deep   browns.         despite   himself,         heart   leaps   in   chest   and   picks   up   speed.            the   faint   hope   that   the   one   who   kisses   him   now   would   be   enough   is   destroyed   with   one   single   look.            damn   you,         felix.               hand   lands   on   lucius’   chest,         pushing   lightly.            “         i’m   going   to   get   a   drink.         “                     he   flows   through   the   crowd,         appearing   perfectly   at   ease,         in   his   element.            instead   of   going   to   the   bar   for   a   drink   as   promised,         the   intention   is   to   speak   to   the   one   who   would   always   hold   possession   of            his   cold   heart.                  lips   are   pulled   into   cocky   smirk   as   he   stands   next   to   the   other’s   stool,         close   enough   almost   to   touch,      yet   not   quite.         the   warmth   of   their   bodies   mixing   in   the   air   between.               “         you   should   really   blink   or   else   you   might   irritate               those   pretty   eyes.         “                     he   chuckles,         motioning   for   mikel   to   begrudgingly   get   him   a   drink.         “         have   you   got   nothing   better   to   do   than            admire   me?         “

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@warlcks​​​​ .

it   was         rather   unnerving            seeing   the   name   that   had   lit   up   phone   screen      :                     mikel   barrows   .               the   familiar   and   himself   always   at   odds   with   each   other.         the   only   common   factor   they   had   was   felix.            otherwise,         neither   were   shy   in   their            distaste.                  that   had   meant   something   was   wrong.            he   almost   hesitated   to   pick   up   the   phone   and   after   conversation   was   over,         wished   he   never   had.               addiction   was   a   way   to   cope.            something   hard   to   shake   and   felix   was         drowning            himself   in   it.                     reputation   called   for   coldness.         their   history   called   for   hatred.                        he   wasn’t   meant   to   care,            was   meant   to   carry   on   with   his   evening   as   if   nothing   happened.               that   was   proving   impossible.               “            god   dammit         ...      “               mutters   to   himself,         running   a   hand   roughly   through   ravened   locks   before   creating   a   portal.         it   takes   him   to   a   back   alley   right   outside   where   the   mutt   had   informed   him   felix   was   drinking   himself   into            a   stupor.                  

the   bar   was   quaint,      but   busy.            it   surprisingly   took   a   moment   to   spot   felix,         but   head   of   curls   is   what   gave   him   away.         baltasar   makes   his   way   forward,         trying   his   best   not   to   let   any   mundane   brush   against   him.               acting   as   if   they   had   a   disease.                     “         felix   ,      “               there’s            an   edge            to   voice   as   figure   drifts   forward.               he   could   see   what   mikel   meant   when   the   mutt   said   he   couldn’t   get   through   to   the   other.            jaw   tightens   as   he   goes   closer,         hands   cupping   each   side   of   felix’s   face,      forcing   the   other’s   gaze   to   him.               “            felix,      look   at   me.         what   have   you   done   to   yourself?            “

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                      𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺  𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ,     𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬    𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 .

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@syredfirst​ .

“         my   ,            aren’t   we   lucky   tonight?                  that   such            a   pretty   face         has   graced   us   with   his   presence.            “                                 a   mixture   of            business   and   pleasure,               they   often      tip-toed   the   line   between   the   two.               it   certainly   made   everything   much   more   fun.         what   he   mostly   enjoyed   about   this   arrangement   was         a   mutual   understanding.         neither   minding   that   the   other   planned   to   use   them   relentlessly.         the   warlock   slides   in   the   v.i.p      booth   beside   the   other,         leaving   minimal   space   between.               “         can   bela   get   you   anything?      o   negative?         a   fresh   vein?         i’d   offer         my   own,            but   i   don’t   think   you’ve   quite   earned   that   yet.      “   

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𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 :   𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙵𝙵 .      baltasar   employs   many   supernatural   creatures   at   his    bar.      mostly   demons,    but   he’s   been   known   to   make   allies   in   almost   every   faction.     his   most   trusted  circle   consists   of:    lucius   vasquez,    his   familiar,     bela,    his   succubus   bartender,     estelle   rivera,    his   head   of   security   and   a   vampire,    and   billy   frazier,    his   werewolf   assistant.     details    about    each    of    them    and   their   connection   to   baltasar   are   under   the   cut.

lucius   vasquez      is   his   familiar,    taking   form   of   a   black   snake.   familiars   are   warlocks   who   were   convicted   of   a   magical   crime,   but   given   a   second   chance   by   the   warlock   community.    their   powers   are   dimmed,   however,   made   stronger   whenever   they   find   another   warlock   to   bond   with.   lucius   had   heard   of   baltasar’s   ambition   and   decided   to   seek   him   out.    they   were   attracted   to   each   other’s   darker   nature   and   thirst   for   power.   at   first,   they   used   each   other   as   protection   and   a   way   to   quiet   the   loneliness   they   both   felt,   but   eventually   their   bond   became   stronger.    they   were   lovers   for   a   time,    but   now   are   nothing   but    friends   and   colleagues.    baltasar   sees   lucius   as   his   right   hand   and   will   come   to   him   before   anyone   else.  

bela      is   a   succubus   who   works   at   the   garden   as   a   bartender.   she    was   one   of   the   first   higher   ranking   demons   that   baltasar   had   ever   summoned.    he   had   made   her   an   offer:   to   not   send   her   back   to    hell   and  to   provide   several   souls   for   her   to   feed   on,    in   exchange   for   protection   and   loyalty.   the   deal   was   accepted.   she   became   his   bartender   later   on,     providing    exactly   what   she   promised   along   with   any   gossip   that   she   may   overhear   while   serving   drinks.    baltasar   enjoys   her   humorous   attitude   and   her   playful   flattery.  

estelle   rivera       is   a   vampire   who   works   at   the   garden   as   the   head   of   security.     baltasar   had   found   estelle   during   a   trip   to   new   orleans.    she   had   been   cornered   by   a   group   of   hunters,   who   nearly   finished   the   job.   he   saved   her   life   with   the   intention   that   she   would   owe   him   a   favor   afterward.   it   turned   out   that   he   needn’t   voice   that,   for   she   vowed   to   pay   him   back   before   he   ever   opened   his   mouth.    despite   the   predicament   he   had   found   her   in,   she   seemed   capable   and   powerful.    he   offered   her   a   job   at   the   garden   as   a   bartender.     a   week   passed   before   it   became   clear   that   estelle   and   bela   did   not   delight   in   each   other’s   company.    she   asked   to   be   moved   to   a   different   position,   security.    he   had   been   relying   on   demons   to   do   that   work,   but   decided   to   give   her   a   chance.    she   proved   to   be   the   perfect   choice   and   was   quickly   promoted   to   being   the   head   of   security.  

billy   frazier       is   a   werewolf   who   works   at   the   garden   as   baltasar’s   assistant.   a   newer   addition   to   baltasar’s   staff,    billy   has   been   working   at   the   bar   for   twenty   years.    he   had   been   the   one   to   approach   baltasar   about   a   job   after   having   been   a   patron   for   a   few   years.   it   had   surprised   baltasar   and   made   him   slightly   suspicious   of   the   other,   as   he   usually   had   to   go   looking   for   help.    however,   given   that   he   had   yet   to   make   contacts   in   the   werewolf   community,   he   accepted.    estelle   hadn’t   been   the   only   one   to   start   off   in   another   position.    billy   was   a   server   at   first,    waiting   on   patrons   and   cleaning   things   that   needed   to   be   cleaned.    he   became   baltasar’s   assistant   whenever   he   proved   himself   useful   in   both   finances   and   business / event  planning.   billy   now   helps   baltasar   with   the   business   side   of   things,   making   sure   that   everything   is   in   order   and   running   smoothly.

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@bedevile​ .

every   word   uttered   and   action   taken   is   part   of            a   con.            anything   genuine   died   along   with   the   warlock   boy   who   was   discovered   roaming   the   streets   centuries   ago.      the   world            twisted   him,            gutted   him   inside   out.         they   saw   a   monster   and   so   they   produced   one.            the   garden   is   not   yet   opened   to   the   public,         although   it   is   drawing   close   to   that   time.            midnight                                    when   all   the   beasts   come   out   to   play.         he   shows   the   vampire   in,         pride   beaming.         all   the   sacrifices   made   and   battles   fought   led   to   this,         his   greatest   accomplishment,            a   safe   haven            for   those   seen   as   unworthy   by   mortal   eyes.         they   end   up   by   the   bar.         bela,         the   demoness   bartender   places   usual   bourbon   in   front   of   him,         then   raises   brows   towards   the   other.         all   that   is   needed   is   a   flick   of   wrist   to   shoo   her   away.      

   “            i   told   you,         you’ll   be   safe   here.            i’m   a   man   of   my   word.            so   relax   and   perhaps   try   to   enjoy   yourself.      “                     drink   is   raised   towards   lips,            a   flash   of   a   smirk   given   before   taking   a   sip.            demons   move   to   and   fro   in   order   to   prepare   for   patrons,         some   of   them   appearing   in   mortal   vessels   and   some   of   them   appearing   as   hell   had   created   them.         it   could   be         a   grotesque   sight            to   anyone   not   accustomed   to   it.         baltasar   leans   towards   the   other,         voice   lowered.               “            the   demons   won’t   bite   unless         i   instruct         them   to.      “   

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@oeshun     /      @warlcks​  .

meeting   the   parents   ,                  it   was   such   a   mundane   concept.         nothing   he   ever   thought   that   he   would   have   to   experience.         perhaps   especially   given   that   their   blood   parents   were               centuries   dead.               nerves   are   a   bundle   in   the   pit   of   stomach                                                         such   an   unusual   sensation.                  he   arrives   at   provided   address,               large   bouquet   of   flowers   gripped   tightly   in   hand.               it   was   something   seen   in   a   mortal   made               romantic   comedy.                  some   sort   of   rule   to   not   arrive   empty   handed.            knuckles   knock   firmly   against   the   door   and   spine   straightens   upon   it   opening.            two   pairs   of   eyes   greet   him.               one   providing            familiar   warmth,         and   the   other   unfamiliar   but   just   as   inviting.                  “         hello.         “               charm   is   usually   so   easy   to   turn   on,               like   a   switch,            but   he   actually   cares   about   making   a   fool   of   himself.            throat   is   cleared   before   lips   form   into   a    hesitant    smile,            flowers   offered   towards   her.                  “            these   are   for   you,            señora.      “   

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@warlcks​​  ,       𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴     “      𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯   𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸     /     𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴  𝘵𝘰  𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱  𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦  𝘢𝘯  𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 .    “

closet   doors   are   opened   wide   ,                                 most   of   it   uniform,               dark   colors   and   suits.                  always   dressed   as   if   preparing   for            someone’s   funeral   or   a   business   deal.                  baltasar   is   drawn   to   a   designer   suit   jacket.            the   silk   feels   wonderful   underneath   touch.               although,            usual   attire   may   be         overdressing            for   today’s   planned   activities.            new   york   city   was   a   city   full   of         life   and   action.            he   barely   got   to   experience   it   outside   of   his   own   little   bubble.            according   to   felix,         today   would   change   that.                  “            what   does   one   usually   wear   to   experience   central   park?            “                        head   turns   towards   lover,               a   soft   grin   resting   upon   lips.         no   one   else   could   ever   talk   the   mortal   hating   warlock   into   spending   a   day         amongst   mortals.               in   the   early   hours   of   this   morning,            he   even   promised   to   behave   himself   to         the   best         of   his   capabilities.                        

when   felix   moves   towards   the   other   side   of   his   closet,            gravitating   towards   a   tan   cashmere   sweater,            a   brow   is   quirked.               “         oh,               so   casual.      “                     it   appears   that   stepping            out   of   comfort   zones            is   the   theme   of      the   day.         lips   press   gently   against   the   other’s   cheek   before   pulling   the   sweater   out   of   the   closet.               “            i   expect   to   be         thoroughly   rewarded            for   my   good   behavior   today.      “                  he   smirks   before   moving   to   grab   himself   a   pair   of   black   jeans,         sticking   with   the   casualness   of   the   top   chosen,            then   dressing.            clothing   is   smoothed   so   that   there   is   not   a   single   thread   out   of   place.               “               i   feel   so   ...         mortal.               you’re   lucky   that   you’re   adorable.         “   

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𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘤𝘬𝘴.

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 💬 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙿 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. / 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

@serpentynes​  /  baltasar fuentes.

𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳;    agony    has    claimed    his    heart    and    festered    in    the    days    since    he    was    abruptly    discarded    as    ‘nothing’    by    the    one    he    had    thought    to    find    a    home    in.    Yet    drowning    in    DESPAIR    has    been    the    easy    part,    heartbreak    a    great    swell    of    water    ready    to    swallow    him    whole    -    it    is    the    doubts,    the    confusion,    the    ‘why’s    that    have    picked    at    his    mind    over    and    over,    like    vultures    feasting    on    carrion,    that    have    been    the    strongest    source    of    TORMENT.    The    more    he    fixates    on    it    -    over    and    over    and    over    again    -    the    less    sense    it    makes;    how    love    given    and    returned    could    crumble    to    dust,    be    dismissed    so    callously    and    swiftly    after    souls    had    been    laid    bare.    The    latest    in    a    string    of    sleepless    nights    has    seen    a    bitter    resolve    take    hold    of    him,    guiding    limbs    and    thoughts    alike    in    his    journey    back    to    the    place    where    heart    had    been    broken.    There’s    a    pallor    to    skin    and    dark    circles    under    weary    eyes    that    allude    to    the    exhaustion    he    feels,    but    jaw    is    set    and    rigid    in    DETERMINATION    as    the    doors    to    Bal’s    study    are    thrown    open    from    a    mere    flick    of    his    wrist,    irises    flaring    a    resentful    red    in    the    process.

“    You’re    full    of    shit.    ”    His    sudden    arrival    is    punctuated    with    blunt    sentiment,    a    wealth    of    hurt    and    confusion    simmering    so    close    to    the    surface    and    ready    to    erupt.    A    SHARP    ACHE    in    the    chest    rises    when    gaze    finds    the    face    he    adores    so    wholly,    causes    throat    to    constrict    and    words    to    become    brittle    and    tight    -    but    still    he    persists.    “    The    things    you    said…    that    this    was    just    sex,    that    I’m…    I’m    NOTHING    to    you…    They’re    lies.    They    have    to    be.    I    don’t    know    why    you’ve    done    this,    but    I    don’t    believe    you.    ”    It    takes    no    time    at    all    for    him    to    march    round    the    other’s    desk,    finger    jabbing    into    chest    with    demanding    bitterness    before    grip    then    curls    imploringly    upon    the    lapel    of    expensive    suit,    as    if    ANCHORING    himself    to    Bal    might    be    enough    to    undo    the    chasm    forged    between    them    (    and    beneath    all    this    indignation    is    a    desperation    to    understand    where    something    so    perfect    could    have    gone    so    wrong.    )    “    What    are    you    keeping    from    me    ?    Spill.    ”

in   a   matter   of   days   the   player   embodies   the   pawn.               ravana’s   taste   of   victory   has   driven   them   to   hunger   for   more,            quickly   becoming         ravenous         for   it.         restfulness   is   a   distant   memory   now.         the   short   bliss            felt   within   lover’s   arms   is   what   powers   him   forward,         even   as   exhaustion   plagues   being.            elbows   rest   upon   the   desk   before   him.            fingers   gripping   onto   pages   from   a   grimoire,         which   give   instructions   and   ingredients   for   a   spell   on   how   to   take   a   greater   demon’s   power   to   make   it   your   own.            the   success   rate   of   such   a   spell   was         low            for   obvious   reasons.               it   was   exceedingly   dangerous   and   in   order   to   perform   it   there   needed   to   be            a   big   sacrifice.               even   he,         who   takes   any   opportunity   to   gain   and   expand   his   own   power,         had   not   considered   taking   such            a   drastic   step.               it   is   what   made   ravana   so   much   more            terrifying.            they   had   nothing   to   lose.               

door   makes   a   loud   bang   as   it   connects   to   the   wall,            causing   his   form   to   jump.            normally,            he   was            carefully   composed,            even   when   caught   off   guard.         reactions   were   always         minimal         so   that   they   could   not   be   used   against   him.         after   limited   hours   of   sleep   for   so   long,         it   was   growing   hard   to   keep   everything   so   in   check.         a   growl   begins   to   form   in   the   hollow   of   throat.         he   plans   to            tell   off            the   demons   that   are   meant   to   be   standing   watch,         but   it   dies   the   second   that   felix’s   face   comes   into   view.            

spell   is   hidden,                  subtly   shoved   underneath   frivolous   paperwork   for   the   garden.            chest   restricts   upon   hearing   and   seeing   the   other,         felix’s   voice   like   a   drug   that   he’s   been   depriving   himself   of   for   far   too   long.                  his   achilles   heel   returned.                     as   much   as   he   wants   to   bar   the   other   from   leaving   again,            fear   becomes   ice   in   his   veins.            if   ravana   knew   ...         expression   becomes   bored,         emotionless   despite   heart   going   into   a   frenzy   beneath.         touch   does   not   help   to   quell   relentless   feelings,      even   if   it   is   done   in   anger.            like   a   snake,         fingers   coil   and   then   strike,      wrapping   around   the   other’s   wrist   tightly,         pulling   felix’s   hand   away   from   his   chest.                  “            you’re   certainly         bold.               coming   in   here   after   i   told   you   to   leave   and   never   come   back.         “               every   fiber   of   being   screams   not   to   let   go,            but   he   does,         rather   heatedly   by   shoving   the   other’s   arm.      figure   rises   from   the   seat   it   had   occupied.            breath   nearly   catching   as   felix’s   scent   fills   nostrils.      oh,      how   he   wanted   to   get   drunk   off   of   it.         

   “         whether   you   believe   me   or   not   is   irrelevant.         the   truth   still   stands,         you   mean   nothing   to   me.         i   can   send   it   in   a   letter   if   you’d   like.         perhaps   seeing   it   spelled   out   will   help   your   fickle   brain   process   the   words.      “               eyes   roll   as   he   moves   past   the   other   towards   mini   bar,      indulging   in   a   drink   without   offering   the   other   any.         felix   wouldn’t   be   here   long.      he   couldn’t   be   here   if   ravana   returned.            “         you’ve   gotten         paranoid            in   your   old   age.            i’m   not   hiding   anything   from   you.         in   fact,      it’s   pretty   pathetic   that   you   have   to   invent   this   whole   story   in   your   head.      if   your �� intentions   today   were   to   provide   me   with   a   good   laugh,         congratulations.      “   

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plotting call  /   starter call  .    because the other one accidentally got deleted oop

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𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 :   𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙽 .           the garden of eden,      mostly referred to as ‘the garden’,     is a nightclub founded and owned by baltasar fuentes.    he built it as a sanctuary for the supernatural,    where no one would have to hide their deadlier natures.    there are wards put in place around the club that make it appear like a church and protections put in place so that no one with mortal blood can enter.    the garden plays up to its theme.   it is decorated with plants, vines, and stone statues.    the staff is mainly composed of demons that baltasar has made deals with over the centuries.   there are other supernatural creatures that do work for him.   he has made friends and colleagues in mostly all supernatural factions. 

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#i have to laugh