warlock of destruction

The Signs as World of Warcraft Classes/Specs
  • Aries: Destruction Warlock
  • Taurus: Beastmaster Hunter
  • Gemini: Ice/Fire Mage
  • Cancer: Fury Warrior
  • Leo: Feral Druid
  • Virgo: Discipline Priestess
  • Libra: Balance Druid
  • Scorpio: Outlaw Rouge
  • Sagittarius: Windwalker Monk
  • Capricorn: Havoc Demon Hunter
  • Aquarius: Arcane Mage
  • Pisces: Restoration Shaman
Magic in the air

AN: The reader is a warlock training under Magnus Bane and, one day Magnus’ boyfriend brings in a broken Shadowhunter and begs you to heal him.
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland
Pairings: Jace x reader, Magnus x Alec
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Can you do a Jace x reader where y/n is a warlock who saves his life and they fall in love?”


You hummed a senseless tune to yourself as you scanned Magnus Bane’s bookshelf, running your fingers over the rough spines. You were looking for something, a book that you’d spied earlier in the day during one of your many lessons.

“Got ya.” You called triumphantly, pulling the navy blue book into your hands with a flick of your wrist, “Demon marks: A history and amalgamation.”

You blew gently on the cover, levitating the book at eye level and watching the pages flick by, searching for anything that might explain your own, unique marking; a black tattoo, just to the side of your left eye.

Magnus had always maintained that it was normal, every warlock had some abnormality, but you’d never seen any others sporting anything even vaguely similar to yours and you couldn’t help but worry.
Usually you would talk to Magnus about your concerns, but your mentor had left for a few days, stating only that he had ‘something important to take care of’ and warning you to be on your guard, Valentine was still out there. Just the thought made your blood run cold. You’d been growing still, when Valentine’s circle had first gained power, so your powers hadn’t developed even nearly enough to be of any use, you were a sitting duck. It was Magnus who had taken you in, training you in how to control your powers, how to use them to protect yourself and the world around you, as well as destroy your enemies.

The rain echoed on the lair’s roof and lightning crackled through the night air, making you shiver and hoping your mentor was safe, wherever he was.

“Magnus!” Someone called, slamming against the front door, “Magnus open up!”

You jumped, a scream slipping from your lips as your heart leapt into your throat. The voice was deep and desperate and not exactly what you’d call ‘friendly’. What if it was Valentine? What if he’d found you?

“Magnus,” the voice called again, breaking with what sounded to you like pain, “please.”

Suddenly, something clicked, you knew that voice!

“Alec?” you asked, opening the door with a figure of eight wave.

The dark haired Shadowhunter ran in, a blonde body cradled in his rune covered arms.

“Y/N, where’s-where’s Magnus?” he asked, breathless from running, “Where is he!?”

“He’s not here!” you replied frantically, “He went out on business!”

Alec cursed and you took a moment to inspect the boy in Alec’s arms. You gasped, his abdomen had been torn open and, although you could see several hastily drawn iratzes, they weren’t even nearly enough to contend with the amount of damage that had been done.

“What happened?” You asked Alec.

“We were called to take out a pack of ravener demons, but when we arrived, it was Marax who was waiting for us.” Alec explained, “Y/N, please heal him.”

Your eyes widened, “I-I’m not sure if I-“

“Please!” Alec insisted, “Please, just try.”

You looked at the ravaged boy and then into Alec’s pleading eyes, took a deep breath and nodded once.

“Lay him on the ground.” You commanded, rolling your sleeves up past your elbows and kneeling before the boy, “Do you know where Magnus keeps his tools?” Alec nodded, “Fetch me five Cardelia leaves, two navy candles, a hydra scale, a mortar and pestle, his ceremonial knife and three sticks of incense.” Alec looked at you, confused, “They have labels on them!” you snapped, “Go Alec, your friend is dying!”

The boy nodded and ran, while he fetched what you needed, you inspected the blonde before you. Your heart pounded in your chest like a jack hammer. You didn’t even know where to start! He’d lost so much blood, the skin on his stomach was torn and ragged, red muscle visible to the naked eye. It was too much, you couldn’t do it! You couldn’t, you couldn’t, you-

The boy gasped, his eyes fluttering open as his body contorted with pain. You squealed, fumbling back.

“Who’re-“ he started, stopping to cry out.

“Shh,” you said, trying to regain your composure, “don’t waste your strength.” You awkwardly patted his forehead in what was supposed to be a gesture of comfort, “I’m Y/N, I’m going to help you.”

The blonde nodded, tears slipping from his multi coloured eyes as he trusted his life to the oddly dressed girl with the confusing tattoo.

“I’m-“ he forced out, agony erupting from every part of his body, “Jace.”

“Shh.” You insisted, “You’re going to be okay Jace. I can do this.”


Alec lit the incense and the candles as you crushed the Cardelia leaves and scale together.

“Magnus doesn’t use this stuff.” Alec observed, far calmer at the prospect of having something to do.

You snorted, “Magnus wasn’t healing a wound from a greater demon, was he?”

Alec looked down sheepishly, “I guess not.”

“Almost done,” you muttered to yourself, lining up the knife’s blade with your palm, “just one more ingredient.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Alec called, seeing the knife, “What’re you doing?”

Ignoring him, you gripped the blade with your left hand, letting the metal slice through your skin and biting down on your tongue to avoid crying out. Slowly, you let your blood drip into the pasty mixture of leaf and scale.

“Child of Lilith’s blood,” you explained, your voice shaking, “it-uh-it has healing properties sometimes.”


“It depends which demon fathered you.” You admitted, “Mine has healing properties, Magnus’ doesn’t.”

You stirred the potion together one last time, silently praying that you were doing the right thing. The final product was a green coloured liquid which you asked Alec to pour down Jace’s throat. You sipped some yourself, drawing on the energy of the incense and the universe around you to power your spell.

Rolling your wrists, you summoned, from deep within yourself, the magic that fuelled your existence. It sparked to life in the form of flickering gold smoke that you allowed to swirl around your hands.

“With fire and light, the spell has begun.” You heard yourself rasp in a voice very different to your own.

Without hesitation, you pressed your hands to Jace’s decimated torso, wincing as the magic drew upon your life force to give it power. The pain started as just a dull burn, but slowly increased to a raging inferno of agony which ripped screams from your throat the longer you held it. Tine ceased to exist. All that mattered was the task, and the awful pain that it brought with it. You were dying, you could feel it. You had exhausted the potion’s power, as well as that of the candles and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

Alec, sensing something was wrong, reached his hand to you, trust lighting up his deep blue eyes.

“Take my strength!” He shouted over the sound of the wind and the rain and the spell, “Take it!”

You hesitated, not wanting to cause any damage to your mentor’s lover, but gave in, knowing you couldn’t do this alone. Your blood-soaked hand gripped Alec’s tightly and you couldn’t help but sigh with relief as new strength flooded into your veins. You pushed as much as you could into your spell, hoping against hope that it was enough.

When you looked down, you shrieked with surprise. It was working! Jace’s wounds were almost closed. You looked to Alec, trying to pass on the good news with your eyes. It was going to be enough, Jace would live.

Soon after, you finally let the magic go, collapsing onto the wooden floor, sputtering and gasping for air, but relieved.

At the same time, Jace Wayland sat up, gasping as though he hadn’t breathed for days and looking around the apartment, confused.

“Jace!” Alec laughed, pulling the boy into a hug, “Welcome back buddy.”

“Thanks,” Jace replied nervously, “what uh-how am I back?”

Alec gestured to you as you forced yourself into a seated position, breathing as though you’d just run five marathons and feeling about as tired.

You gave the boy a weak smile, “Y/N Y/L/N, we met earlier.”

Jace nodded, his eyes clinging to yours, “I think I remember that.” He smiled genuinely at you, “Thank you Y/N Y/L/N, really, I know you didn’t have to do that.”

“That? Pssht,” you joked, “that was nothing, just a regular Wednesday night here at the Magnus Bane household.”

Jace laughed and you found that you liked the sound quite a bit.

“Alec, hun, can you please fetch me some more ingredients? I think your friend might need another dose, just to be safe.” You asked the boy, internally screaming at the idea of having to exert more energy on magic but nevertheless dedicated to seeing this through.

“No no no,” Jace insisted, scooting over to where you were still struggling to sit up, “You just saved my life and, by the looks of it, nearly killed yourself doing it. Let us look after you, please?”

You looked into Jace’s sincere and intriguing eyes, weighing up the options in your head. What would Magnus do?


And that’s how you ended up wrapped in a thick blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other, snuggled up between Alec and Jace, insisting that you were fine and being continuously shushed.

“Shadowhunters are pushy.” You complained, pouting into your hot chocolate.

“Only when we meet stubborn, self-destructive warlocks.” Jace countered

Your mouth dropped open in protest, “I am not self-destructive! I’m just…helpful, that’s all.”

“Uh huh,” Jace agreed sarcastically, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “sure sweetie, whatever you say.”

You giggled, relaxing into his embrace. You liked the boy, he seemed…well, not nice exactly, but caring and genuine and fiercely loyal to his parabatai Alec. You respected that, it was how you felt about Magnus.

“Seriously though,” Jace asked, turning to look you in the eye, “why don’t you want us taking care of you?”

You shrugged, uncomfortable with all the attention and the obvious affection he was showing you.

“When you’re a warlock, people don’t really look after you.” You tried to explain, “I mean, we’re freaks, half-breeds; we’re the universe’s big mistake. Shadowhunters don’t trust us, demons hate us, humans don’t think we exist, seelies are…seelies, and vampires aren’t known for their inclusive nature.” You shrugged again, “People use us for our magic, but other than that, we’re on our own.” You looked at the boy, “You know it’s true. Look me in the eye and tell me that, if I had bat wings or purple skin, you would still be here looking after me.” You looked forward again, breaking the connection, “I’m just lucky enough to look mostly human.”

Jace and Alec locked eyes, red hot shame seeping into their bones. You were right, they both realised; they had been treating you like a human because somehow they’d convinced themselves you were one. Or at least, that you were more human than other warlocks they’d met.

“I’m really sorry Y/N.” Jace said honestly.

“For what?” you asked sadly.

“Society I guess,” he started, “and I’m sorry that I never even bothered to think about that, about how we treat your people, before now.”

You smiled, “It’s okay, you’re thinking about it now.”

Jace looked down at you, smiling to himself with the certainty that he’d started something he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. You were going to change him, he could just feel it.

Okay, apparently it is “canon” that Magnus went to Spain to learn to control his powers. BUT I call BULLSHIT on that because that implies that there were zero warlocks who could train him in Indonesia so…

  • The reason he uses two fingers in his magic is because of his Indonesian Warlock trainers- they taught him that magic isn’t a tool or a weapon but another limb. A part of him.
    • As a result, he doesn’t have to work as hard at “controlling” it as some of his western trained friends 
  • He’s way better at sensing other warlock’s magic in his territory because they taught him about the community of magic. How it isn’t about the individual and each spell cast enters the Warlock into a broader community. 
  • They teach him the truth: Warlocks aren’t really “immortal.” They can’t outlast the sun, outlive the species. There will never be a billion-year-old warlock. There are barely any warlocks over a thousand years old. As a Warlock ages, their magic gets more powerful and eventually it circles back into a type of cancerous destruction. 
    • A healthy, able warlock will probably live around five thousand- seven thousand years. 
    • They teach him not to mourn that: everything that is created must eventually be destroyed 
  • They teach him to not use his magic for destruction, or death. They teach him he should protect himself, but he never goes out of his way to end human life. They teach him instead how to use his magic to heal, to create, to protect. They actually teach him how to create wards which are more powerful than traditional European magic. 
    • He actually doesn’t go into battle, because he goes slowly. He doesn’t shoot to kill (which is quick), he aims to injure and subdue, which takes more time. 
    • Only against humans obviously, he kills demons because their only purpose is to cause destruction 
Overwatch Heroes in WoW

So I did that sketch of Mercy earlier, and she’s clearly fit to be a priest… Holy Priest to be specific.

But I was wondering about the others:

Mei - Frost Mage (too easy)
McCree - Outlaw Rogue (that talent spec name is made for him)
Hanzo - Marksmanship Hunter
Widowmaker - Assassination Rogue (because I am trying to avoid duplicates)
Zenyatta - Mistweaver Monk (he’s a monk for crying out loud)
Reinhardt  - Protection Warrior (Shockwave is like his Earthshatter)
Reaper - Death Knight (Frost probably…)
Junkrat - Destruction Warlock or Fire Mage (anything that sets things on fire)
Lucio - Restoration Druid (they can’t stampeding roar anymore, but this seems the best fit since Typhoon is like his right click and Efflorescence is like his healing song)
Torbjorn - Beast-mastery Hunter (Molten Core makes me think of Bestial Wrath)
Symmetra - Discipline Priest (for shields)

Now this is where I start having problems. Either I am having trouble finding a class and spec that fits. Or I do not know enough about the class to make a knowledgeable suggestion.

Roadhog - Blood Death Knight (for Death Grip)
Soldier 76 - Retribution Paladin?
Pharah - Arms Warrior?
Genji - Subtlety Rogue (I would have said Assassination Rogue, but Widowmaker)
Tracer - Feral Druid? (because of displacer beast, or a mage because of Blink)
Winston - Guardian Druid?
Zarya - Protection Paladin? (running out of tanks, and Brewmaster Monk doesn’t seem to fit)
Ana - Restoration Shaman? (because Holy Paladin doesn’t fit)
Bastion - Fury Warrior???


A small sloppy pile of goblin doodles from yesterday. I may finish a couple of these eventually (like this one here). My three mains: Zanzik the Unholy/Blood Death Knight, Flizzyx the Protection Warrior/Gladiator, and Aerrik the Destruction Warlock. <3

Blizzcon 2016 predictions

Opening speech: Briefly touches on the VA strike, with a ambiguous pledge of support

World of Warcraft: Speak more on the Nighthold raid as well as a release date. Preview of 7.2. Any notable class changes such as to destruction warlocks, possibly hunters and explanations behind design decisions in classes.

Overwatch: Sombra (finally). Teaser / preview of potential maps, christmas holiday skins and maybe a short look at upcoming animated shorts in the Overwatch universe. Also talk about Symetra rework.

Diablo 3: New expansion with necromancer. Expansion will “have PvP”

SC2: More Nova single player missions

Hearthstone: New expansion in Gadgetzan (obvious).

Heroes of the Storm: 3 new heroes, one of which will be varian, 1 a “whacky” hero like TLV and Cho’gal was. New map, talk about design changes in heroes. 

relicmancer-deactivated20160326  asked:

Explain why everyone's cool with warlocks canonically

alright so here’s the thing

everyone is less cool than they seem with warlocks

but also, warlocks are like, doctors of demonology, they’re the world’s leading authority on the Legion, right after Demon Hunters, but Demon Hunters suck at paperwork and conversation

if you want to know how to kill a demon, you ask a Paladin.

but if you want to know what a demon is, or how to kill a demonic portal, or if a demon has a particular weakness, or where a certain kind of demon might be coming from,

warlocks are the people you call. you need experts if you wanna win.

…destruction warlocks are just fire mages who picked up a book on demonology once, but majored in pyromancy.

affliction warlocks are like… Lesser Nerds, among warlocks. They know “Word of Nausea” and “Curse of Sores On Your Butt” to get back at all the cool jocks who were mean to them and went on to join the Dalaran Cops and pick up a big purple shield

they too, know passably enough about what to do when a demon shows up, that it’s useful to have them around

it’s like a firefighter, except with zero charisma- they can solve a very specific problem in the most informed and effective way