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[theonevarus]

midnightxhuntress​:

Harley raised a brow as she watched the exchange between the two men. It was odd watching it unfold and the fact that he could bend reality to be whatever he wanted. Almost a worrying factor, though the guy before her didn’t seem like one to abuse that power. “Must be nice to have that ability. Us normal folks aren’t so lucky to wave a hand and make things as we want them to be.” 

Having past run ins with people who possessed magical skill were not some of her favorite interactions. People had been hurt in those interactions, but as she didn’t get the feeling that something sinister was up this Magician’s sleeve, her guard was down for now. 

The Magician noticed an air of aprehension. Distrust. He wasn’t a strange to it. He had lived through the witch trials, the purging of the house of life before that and countless other eras that had shown clearly the hatred of magic and those that practice it. “Anyone can do it.” He said, as if it were as simple as breathing.

“I don’t have some gift that channels a mysterious cosmic energy.” He went on. “I just decide how things are and then they are. Everyone has that ability. Thy just don’t believe hard enough.” People nowadays were too attached to the observable and quantifiable processes they called science and the laws of physics. “This notion of reality and rules you all have nowadays is too far ingrained in your minds. It makes the rues stick. Until I come along, that is.”

[theonevarus]

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 chxoticmuses​:

          ❝ Ooo, that’s not so nice. ❞  Sienna tsks, index finger waving dismissively in the air. “ ❝ I prefer bunnies and fabric, though. ❞  She shrugs lightly. ❝ Anything? So you’re some master magician at that? ❞

“No no no, I’m The master magician.” He corrected. “The name’s Varus. What’s your deal?” He looked her up and down and the knowedge appeared in his head. “Medium.” His brow raised. “I wouldn’t try to read me, love. You’d be lucky to be able to form a sentence afterward.”

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viragod​:

❛  WELL WE DON’T NEED EITHER, MATE.  ❜

zatanna could only roll her eyes and give john a brief death look, one that he was well accustomed to and seemingly immune to after so long … much to her dismay. 

                ❛  interdimensional rifts in time have started appearing in our world. we’re trying to trace the origins, which i imagine is how you came to find yourself in my library. welcome to shadowcrest.  ❜      her library, to put it modestly, was the single most impressive archive of magical knowledge … and she often used it as a place to drink tea in silence.

One eyebrow raised slightly at her dismissal of him. Yet she continued to explain the problem she was having. He glanced around once more before meeting her gaze again. “Impressive.” He stated, casually. “Reminds me somewhat of Alexandria. Such a shame, what happened to that place but that’s the effect organised religion has.” His nose wrinkled momentarily.

“I could fix them. The rifts.” His tone remained unenthusiastic. “If they’re being made intentionally by someone though, they’ll start again as soon as I leave. I’m only all powerful so long as I’m around.” He didn’t need rifts to travel himself, he just... Moved. “If you don’t want my help though, that’s fine. I can just go.”

[theonevarus]

midnightxhuntress​:

“Gin. Not a fan…” Her face scrunched up as she thought about it again. She looked the man over. “So you never know what’s in it and it changes for everyone, but it’s safe to drink?”, she questioned. Magic was something she never understood, too many nuances for her liking, but having that kind of power had to come in handy some days and she may have envied that a little. “What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?”, she asked quite literally. 

“Yeah, that one always is a nasty surprise.” He agreed with a smirk. “It gets a little inconsistent the more I use it, so I’ve long since given up on trying to be specific about it. ‘Consumable alcoholic beverage’ is enough for me.” Explaining the intricacies of his abilities could always be a labarious task. Though it had been a long while since he had cared enough to make sure the person he was talking to fully understood. Not that there was much to understand really.

“Things are what I beleive them to be.” He stated simply. “If I believe hard enough, which I always do, things change. Within a small margin of error.” So to demonstrate, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out an ID card, before turning to a passing patron. “You dropped this.” The man took the card, seeingly confused by how a man sat at a bar in front of him might have picked up something he had dropped on his way. Varus turned back to the young woman. “Ta-Da.” He said, flatly, with a lacklustre jazz hand.

[theonevarus]

                             There are some people who live in a dream world,                   and there are some who face reality;                                         and then there are those who turn one into the other.

Indie oc rp [x]

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viragod​:

          ❛ ZATANNA,  AND  THIS IS JOHN.  ❜      a casual glance was given towards the man in the trench coat that didn’t seem to care that a stranger had appeared in the middle of her well warded library; it certainly wouldn’t have been deemed as the weirdest thing to have every transpired.

❛  sorry. nothing comes to mind,  ❜    she admitted, almost mournfully, as she gave the man a brief smile and took a step towards him to observe him better.    

           ❛  you should probably work on that. there are worse places to randomly end up than my library.  ❜

Varus gave a polite nod to the one introduced as John. Though the man didn’t seem to really care. Strange, considering Zatanna herself had seemed quite bothered by Varus’ appearance. He smiled in dismissal of her apology. Somehow the existence of an immortal travelling magician seemed to escape the history books. No matter.

“Oh trust me I’m well aware of the perils of aimless travel.” He chuckled. “I don’t always go where I intend to, but there’s usually a reason for it.” He began to take steps around the space, admiring his surroundings. “Often I come across people who need help. Or fun.” His mouth spread intoa  bright and mischevious grin. “What’s that you’re working on?”

[theonevarus]

midnightxhuntress​:

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the flask. “Because that’s always promising to hear…”, she said as she unscrewed the cap. She hesitated a bit before she finally shrugged her shoulders and took a swig from the metal container. Her throat burned as the liquid went down, causing an involuntary cough. “Wow…”

The Magician paused, eyes shifting. Confused for a minor instant, before realising what she meant. Yes, perhaps offering a girl he had just met a sip from a hip flask and indicating ambiguity of content was a little suspect. Gods how he hated modernity sometimes.

“Don’t worry.” He reassured her. “I don’t aways know what’s in there but it’s always safe for human consumption. As long as you know your own limits of course.” Varus smirked and took the flask back. Taking a large swig, he grimaced as it went down. “Eugh! I got coconut rum! What did you get?”

[theonevarus]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[theonevarus]

I Really Hate Time Travel || @lcrdjohn​

Head swimming, Varus stepped out of the stone circle that he had just tried to leave. He was used to his aim being off, but he’d never made a door only to step through to the same place. There was a familiar scent on the breeze, amongst the grass and heather he could smell time and its rush backward. “Fuck.” It had been a long time since he’d done it, but he knew time travel when in happened. He woudn’t risk the journey back, not yet.

The Magician heaved a sigh and lowered himself to sit at the base of the hill. He pulled his flask from his pocket and took large sip and muttered to himself. “No doubt someone will be along soon. Someone always is.”

[theonevarus]

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

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chxoticmuses​:

@theonevarus​  — liked for a starter (ACCEPTING)

           ❝ A magician? ❞ The medium’s head tilts to the side slightly and she can’t help but let out an amused snort.  ❝ So, what, you go around pulling rabbits out of a top hat and a never-ending streak of fabric? ❞

“Very original.” He sneered.

“I much prefer never-ending flasks of liquor and pulling people’s spines out of their backs.” He spoke with an ominous non-chalance. “I can do the whole rabbit thing though, I can do anything.”

[theonevarus]

midnightxhuntress​:

“Fuck if I know.” She huffed, “Look, maybe I’m being paranoid or something, it’s been a long week, okay?” 

Long week. More like long century He thought. “Tell me about it. Or don’t, I don’t really care enough.” He puled a flask from his inside pocket and handed it to here. “Don’t ask me what’s in it, just enjoy the surprise.” He was aiming for gin, but it was an old flask, not very reliable.

[theonevarus]

viragod​:

❛    WELL IT BETTER start being your thing if you want to stay in this universe.   ❜  zatanna interjected with a friendly smile, contradicting the severity of her statement just as john seemed to scoff at her oddly aggressive manner. the magician didn’t enjoy visitors, least of all when they came from universes unknown; she needed to discern his motives before she relaxed her guard.

              ❛    i’m zatanna zatara, and i sorta run the magic side of things around here, so if you’re not willing to play nice while you’re here i can just as well send you somewhere else.   ❜

                     ❛    AND why exactly are you here  ?  ❜

“I mean you could try. It would probably get boring for both of us pretty fast though.” He smirked. In six thousand years he hadn’t met anyone who could back up a threat when it came to him, but he wasn’t in the mood for the run around. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not here to start any trouble. In truth, I didn’t even know I was coming here. Sometimes my aim is a little off, sue me.”

“The name is Varus. You might have heard of me, you might nit. No big dea either way.” He shrugged. “What do I call you?”

[theonevarus]

historysung​:

BIT OF AN ODD ONE, wasn’t he? Maybe he’d had too much to drink, or taken something… Jaskier was certainly no stranger to that sort of thing, having the lifestyle he did. 

          “Something about not dying when you should have. You             alright there?”

Well, he was nothing if not truthful in his unconscious ramblings. Though it did seem to put a strange vibe into the air. The stranger was giving him a look that he didn’t like.

“I’d like to see you live six millennia and not gain a few eccentricities.” He challenged. “I’m fine, no need for the patronisation. Who are you anyway?”

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[theonevarus]

They all called me “Weiner Soldier”.