Jinx of the Night

Lust is the ultimate goal of almost all human endeavor, exerts an adverse influence on the most important affairs, interrupts the most serious business, sometimes for a while confuses even the greatest minds, does not hesitate with its trumpery to disrupt the negotiations of statesmen and the research of scholars, has the knack of slipping its love-letters and ringlets even into ministerial portfolios and philosophical manuscripts|| SCHOPENHAUER

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my esteemed rival,

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my beloved nemesis,

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dearly detested,

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beaflawlessqueen‌:

𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

“𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸…” 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. “𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹, 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.  𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

“𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥.

“𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬?” 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

“𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.” 𝘉𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵. “𝘐'𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.” 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘦𝘵. “𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.” 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮.

𝘚𝘩𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧. “𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. “𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 ‘𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺’ 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦.

“𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘥, 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰. “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬, 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩.” 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭.

@gvrdenofsin​

“My dear, if you followed the rules nicely, you wouldn’t be here, drinking a demon’s wine,” his smirk was positively predatory. Unsurprisingly, at least to those more intimately acquainted with him, the fact that he’d managed to get under her skin so easily did wonders for his mood. “You can’t possibly blame me for wondering,” yet he frankly wouldn’t care if she did. “After all, you asked.” He cocked an inquiring eyebrow. “I might not be a cruel master –” somewhat debatable, really “ –  but I don’t run a charity. If you haven’t found someone to your tastes in the parlor, it’s because they’ve been snatched up by other patrons, not because I gave someone a free pass for the night on the chance you might drop by. I value you, darling, you know I do, but you’ve not paid for that sort of exclusivity.”

Jinx must have really offended her seeing how prickly she was being. And quite hypocritical in her wounded dignity, now so set to misunderstand him. “It was an offer in good faith,” he grabbed at his chest as if hurt by her insinuations. “The only money you ought to be spending is if you decide to purchase a contract yourself. No – this will simply be an outing between friends. I’d like to hear your opinion. It seems the meek ones are in high demand and I need to acquire more of them if I am to keep my customers happy. Given your tastes, I would hope you’re well versed in picking that out.” he tilted his head to one side, leaning back against the couch, finally relaxed. “We’d go to the Black Market, of course. It’s certainly the most salacious one, and there are less chances of someone from your father’s circle seeing you – though I would suggest, if I may –“ irony trickled into his tone “– you wear a disguise, anyway.” although his eyes didn’t shift to their natural pure black, they glinted dangerously in the dancing light of the fire and his grin widened more as she snipped at him.

“Which is why I recommended you watch my girls,” he pointed out, barking a laugh at her presumptuousness. He had known thousands of hers strewn across centuries, the ‘well’ was too relative a term in this particular case. “If you wanted something stronger, you should have asked. That I could have actually offered,” he placed his own glass on the low table before him, before sprawling himself more comfortably on the couch. “It’d be more fun if the brilliant mind behind such debauchery was there to witness the reception. Do think about it, darling!” he called after her, the light suggestion undercut by the inevitability in his tone.

[villanevellee]

killing eve x good omens

[therpmemes]

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[gvrdenofsin]

spitedwitch‌:

The witch continued on to smirk as she watched the man approach her and stand barely an inch away from her. Eying him up and down first, making sure he was not going to anything. “Complaints? Is that what you want?” Aldusa asked with a raise of a brow before continuing on to speak. “Well your whores are a bit too obedient. I like a fight—but that’s just a personal preference.”

Then letting out a chuckle before explaining. “But my spell isn’t meant to help out my preference, it’s to help out every lying husband’s preference.” She then had mimicked his actions and leaned forward. “I can charm this whole building with infertility. No holding back. No worries. No bastards.” The witch said lowly before pipping up to say. “Doesn’t that sound nice? Could you imagine how many more would come by if they knew there was no chance of any accidents to be conceived?”

She was ballsy, he’d give her that, but it didn’t mean he liked it. He’d become all too accustomed to being viewed as the worst kind of plague on the world to genuinely enjoy it when people didn’t flinch when he approached.Telling himself it was more a mark of stupidity than courage on their part could only take him so far. 

“Professional hazard,” he waved her off. “They’d give you a fight if you asked it of them,” Jinx pointed out as he stepped back and walked around his office so he could sit in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the few moments her back was turned to him where he could image how much easier it’d be to snap her bloody neck.

His head tilted to one side as he listened to her proposition, stewing in helpless rage at not having come up with that plan on his own. 

Jinx really did not like children. He would never again allow one of his charges carry a pregnancy to term while under contract and under his roof. There were potions, of course, but in a business such as his, there were also accidents, occasional failures due to other, more or less predictable factors. Maybe the idiot in question forgot to take it, or they’d taken something else that diluted the effects. And taking care of that problem once it rose was bloody and messy and cost money, while also taking the patient out of commission for a few days, at least, thus enlarging the hole in his profits.

A curse would certainly be safer than the anti-contraceptives he could currently option.  

“Well.” Jinx declared, a smirk slowly blossoming on his lips. “I already made sure there are no bastards, a fact my customers are aware of.” he was starting to thaw towards her and he had no doubt the little minx would latch on to it like a bloodhound. But this was worth bargaining for, anyway. “However, my ways aren’t always successful with the actual conception,”  he raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind as payment for such a curse? Free access to a former pit fighter, perhaps? They’d certainly give you the fight you seem to crave.” 

[pridefulsuggestion]

want me, crave me, covet me. i am everything you desire; i will give you the hurt you are so desperate for.

[gvrdenofsin]

talesofcaladh‌:

   Finding interest in Jinx’ business was not far off. After all, it was a brothel. Sex would always remain to be a highly sought after commodity. Even Caladh knew this. 

   Accepting the glass thrust in his direction, he merely nodded in unspoken thanks. ❝Ah yes. Now that I have heard of.❞ After all, the Garden of Sin held quite a reputation. And frankly, he wished to enjoy the fruits of his hard work once in a while.

   Taking a sip of his drink, Caladh proceeded to get to what he truly came for in the first place: schmoozing. ❝Well, the Firth Shipping Line is currently in expansion. We are always looking to catering to new clientele. Our passenger ships operate without fail. But truly, our most profitable are our cargo ships. We have merchants from within the town and beyond.❞ he shared, giving the other some insight. ❝Anything you may need or require, I am certain we can find and deliver.❞ 

   The selkie’s lips quirked at the last bit: ❝Regardless of means.❞

Truth was Jinx didn’t give a fuck. He hadn’t given a fuck in a very long time, so he was used to faking it when it suited him, but it was getting more and more difficult the longer he stayed in the Black Watch. He wasn’t accustomed to actually making a halfway concentrated effort at living his life. He didn’t know what to do with himself in a city he couldn’t bring to its knees – at least, not without jeopardizing his own existence (fuck witches, end of the world kind of plagues should have really been solely left to demons).

“Well, it’d be a shame to waste this trip without seeing for yourself,” the least the guy could do, really, was leave some of his money behind now that Jinx had bothered to interact with him.

He filed the passenger ships part to a corner of his brain for if he might decide to entertain the association – if Jinx couldn’t throw himself into making enemies, he could turn into a person worth having the good graces of by tossing them a bone here and there. After all, he knew a lot of rich fucks who didn’t know what to do with their money. He was certain most of them would gladly buy their significant others a cruise just so they could spend some consequence free time in his brothel.

“I’m certain you’re already supplying some of my connections. Am I to expect a better deal if we cut the middle man and I buy my wares straight from you?” he raised an expectant eyebrow. “I would, of course, prefer a sample of what you’re offering, just to make sure of its quality.”

[shesnake]

Elementary season 1 episode 24 “Heroine” (2013) dir. John Polson

[gvrdenofsin]

talesofcaladh‌:

   Admittedly, Caladh came wholly clueless about the owner, Jinx, only knowing the basic facts that came with. He would have to chalk it up to his charms and wits to carry the situation through. Lately, it seemed to be his game plan, though even he knew it would most likely not stick for long. 

   At the question, he was quick to answer. ❝Whiskey.❞ He did not enjoy the taste of drinking, but he had since learned that it was key to socialising. 

   The selkie took a seat as instructed, sitting upright before clearing his throat. ❝My name is Caladh Firth, and since my father has passed down the business, I now own the Firth Shipping Line.❞ he briefly explained, smiling curtly as he watched the other. ❝I am simply here to find out if I may interest you of business. Or if not, perhaps you can interest me with yours.❞ 

   Either way, it would be a win for one of them. Or if lucky, perhaps for both.

Jinx followed his unwanted guest out of the corner of his eye as he poured the drinks. Fucking hell, but he was stiff – he sat ramrod straight, even after being prompted to relax. He’d never really understand that, not when wearing a male body, at any rate. Women being so rigid, he could comprehend, it wasn’t that long since he’s worn a corset and they were certainly hellish enough contraptions to stick in one’s mind long after they were shed. Was the guy wearing one right now?

Or maybe he just had a stick up his arse.

“I’m sure you can find something of interest in my business, I pride myself in catering to all tastes,” he grinned, not at all warmly, walking over to where Caladh sat and handing him a glass of whiskey before taking a seat himself. 

“As for me being interested in yours – what sort of goods do you trade in? Depending on your profile I could always use a new supplier. Running a place like mine simply burns through wares.” at the very least, Jinx could string him along until the man felt comfortable enough to get the fuck out of his office and find himself a nice…whatever he was interested in to help him unwind. If the conversation improved, Jinx might even feel magnanimous enough to make a few suggestions.

[gvrdenofsin]

spitedwitch‌:

Aldusa had found herself a place to sit—on top of his desk of course. She sat and waited patiently for the man’s presence. While she waited, she eyed all around his office trying to grab some new information off him from the miscellaneous items. By the sound of all the noise, the witch could assume that the brothel was doing quite well at this time of night. She had quite enjoyed his business, it in fact helped hers out. Husbands who had went out for a night of fun would always come to her club house, begging for a potion that could make all markings left by a mistress disappear. It was always quite fun to see how disoriented they could be from all the mischief they went into.

Unphased by the slam of the door, Aldusa simply turned her head to glance over to the demon. “What? Can not a simple witch come by to say ‘hello’?” She asked with a wide smirk. Her legs stayed cross while she sat comfortably on top of his desk. “What would you do if I told you I have a potion that could make your business book?” She simply asked leaning forwards, palms holding onto the edges of the desk. “To make your brothel better than all of the rest in the land?”

“You are simple if you think that’s a good reason, poppet,” Jinx scoffed, the razorblade edge to his smile only sharpening as she announced herself.

A witch.

In his office.

If she thought she had what it took to banish him, he’d greatly enjoy proving her wrong. Perhaps he’d mount her heart and make a centerpiece out of it as warning to her kind.

Hands in his pockets, he walked leisurely to stand in front of her, where she was perched on his desk and stopped a mere breadth from touching her knees. “Do? Let’s not go there yet, you won’t like it,” he leaned forwards too, mirroring her stance. “I’d like to hear more of your complaints on how I run my business, first.” He smirked encouragingly. 

“Tell me – what is that potion you’ve cooked up in your pretty little head supposed to do?”

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beaflawlessqueen‌:

“𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

“𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹.” 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. “𝘔𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.” 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺…𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. “𝘐’𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵..𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘴.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.” 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥.

Honestly, fuck humans.

Well, fuck all mortals, actually. And a few demons, too, since he was at it; Sloth in particular – that fucking arsehole.

Everyone thought they were so fucking special and Jinx was tired of their shit. Here he was, making it so fucking easy for them to ruin their lives for a good fuck or a dozen, offering every manner of creatures on a platter and they still dared to whine about the assortment. To him.

Like Amelia, here, she of the silver spoon up her arse, waltzing into the one place in this gods damned place where she wouldn’t find what she was looking for and demanding Jinx himself hand feed her preference to her. When had everybody become so bloody lazy?

He leaned back against the armrest, staring at the ceiling, as if he was really entertaining her appeal. “I can think of a few…” Jinx hummed thoughtfully, placing the glass on the table for fear of breaking it in his fury and poking her eyes out with the shards. “They must all be booked for the night since you’re here.” He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “You did check before coming to me, didn’t you?” bad idea – asking her that. If the answer was ‘no’ she wouldn’t like what happened. Jinx though, would fucking love it and really, he was itching for an excuse. 

“Here’s what, I’ll make you a deal – come with me to the next auction. You can pick someone to your…unique tastes,” sarcasm trickled through his tone, lips twitching in a vaguely scornful smirk. There was no manner of sin he hadn’t seen, or encouraged, in his time, but humans really did love to entertain their special snowflake fantasies.

“I think you’d like it, sweetheart,” his voice lowered invitingly, as he leaned closer. “And I’m nothing if not…capable to accommodate my customers’ needs,” a corner of his mouth lifted higher, in a mockery of an almost smile. “You might learn something from it, even if we, Fate forbid, return empty handed. You can use it as inspiration for your next book.” he might not be her choice of muse, but he could offer her all the stimulation she wanted, so long as it led her down a darker and darker path, all the way into the bowels of the Netherworld itself.

Jinx let out a barking laugh at her next request, though. “I think you might have something of the voyeur in you as well, darling. But you shouldn’t aim so low as to make me your target audience, even though I quite enjoy being watched, myself. We demons don’t blush,” he clinked his glass with hers. “You can have some of my charges read it – I’ve no doubt there’d be fawning and giggling then – we’ll call it a literary soiree and you’ll be the star of the evening.” 

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“What the Fate is that?” Nyx paused, perplexed a the sight, his first week in Black Watch had proven nothing but one disaster after another. How these people lived didn’t make it any easier on the fae. He could scarcely understand the allure of sitting in a box drawn by horses but far be it for him to question the logic of it. 

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“A carriage,” Jinx enunciated, his attention only half on the fae beside him as he focused more on lighting his cigarette. Once he was successful, he turned back towards the other man, blowing out a cloud of blue tinged smoke. “What cage might you have come out of?” he questioned, a tiny smirk pulling at his mouth, making the cigarette dangle.

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beaflawlessqueen‌:

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. “𝘔𝘺, 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.

“𝘔𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴?” 𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. “𝘖𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.” 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳…𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴.” 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. “𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

“𝘈 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺.” 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. “𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

@gvrdenofsin​

“With loyal customers such as yourself I’ll never run out of business,” he pointed out, with a slight dip of his head. Just out of fun, but then, he really couldn’t expect a frail human to understand that. Her existence was a mere blip compared to his – no matter how smart she thought she was, she couldn’t even begin to comprehend what eternity entailed and attempting to would surely drive her mad.

“My darling, I’m sturdier than you give me credit for,” Jinx smirked, leaning closer as he reached for a bottle and a couple of glasses, before gesturing to her to have a seat on the plush couch in office. “Well, you clearly know where to find me when you make up your mind,” she knew where to find him even when he didn’t want to be found, it felt like – but then again, if he got to watch some action, he wouldn’t mind half as much as now.

“When you’ve been around the block as long as I have, you’ll come to see the lack of appeal in everything. Feathers, furs – really, they’re not as different as one might think,” he smirked and went to join her with the drinks.  “Although some tastes are harder to acquire than others,” Jinx wondered what she was really doing in his office. In all honesty, he’d be disappointed if all she wanted was to check up on him – being kind to a demon only made matters worse, not that she had any way of knowing.

“Your last novella was a roaring success among my charges. A few even intimated their customers requested they act scenes from it.” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Naturally, I’d be happy to promote your next work, as well. Or critique a draft, should you decide to add the voyeur scene – make sure it sounds…ah, authentic.”

[gvrdenofsin]

beaflawlessqueen‌:

“𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?” 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴.

“𝘏𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵. 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺, 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯?”

@gvrdenofsin

Jinx rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “There’s no one to your tastes here,” he arched an eyebrow, looking around in mock bafflement. “Unless you’ve hidden someone under my desk, in which case I demand the privilege of watching,” he walked closer to her, stopping a few steps away to clutch at his non-existent heart. “I’m touched by your concern, truly, I am, but there’s no need to worry my dear lady. I’ve had no worse a day than usual,” he smirked and shrugged. “It’s just that at times one gets tired of trying to herd a bunch of cats in some semblance of order.”

“You could go see for yourself, you know,” he waved at the closed door. “All my clients understand the meaning of confidentiality, after all. No one would dare breathe a word of it to your father,” Jinx half-shook his head, almost as annoyed with himself for letting his sourness out as he was with her for invading his sanctuary. 

“Or perhaps you’d like something to drink?” he tried, again. “Feel up to the task of trying to cheer me up? I wouldn’t mind hearing what you’re working on these days. Wouldn’t want you to think me unrefined, after all.” 

[gvrdenofsin]

talesofcaladh‌:

   Business was business. At least, this was the saying Caladh wished to live by. If he were to take his place among the affluent and wealthy of Black Watch, then it would make sense that he get to know his fellows. In such case, talk about the Garden of Sin caught his attention. So much so, that the young selkie found himself and his guard at the establishment in the dead of the night. He had since learned that most folks enjoyed doing business in the dark anyway.

   With Asher just outside the office doors he was led to, Caladh remained stood, waiting for the presence of the owner to show up. So when the other man arrived, he turned towards him, proper in his demeanor and stance as he poised himself. 

   ❝Is business not a good enough reason?❞ he voiced out, giving the other a faint smile. ❝You must be Mister Laszlo. Owner of the Garden of Sin, yes?❞

Well, wasn’t he a damned stick in the mud? Jinx allowed his gaze to wash over him, unimpressed with the aura of rectitude the stranger emanated. He could think of quite a few, better reasons for someone being in his office at this time of night other than business, but he didn’t feel the need to share them.

Instead, he inclined his head slightly, arms spreading in the mockery of a welcome. “The one and only,” he replied with a smirk, walking further into his office. He stopped by the bar, hand hovering over the assortment of expensive looking bottles. “What’s your poison?” he inquired, eyebrow arching as he glanced over his shoulder at the other person. “I cannot abide talking business on a dry throat. And do have a seat. This is a brothel, no need to stand to attention – well, no, actually, that’d be nice, but not right now. You’re free to peruse after you’ve told me who you are and what you’re here for.”

[gvrdenofsin]

marsofolde‌:

Mars found her own kind to be scarce in Black Watch. The fear of demons was an old, deep seated one. After all, they were creatures of the Netherworld, meant to deceive, to bring harm to others for their own pleasures. Mars hadn’t ever been kind, had thrived on the chaos in her younger years. Jinx was familiar to her – a thorn in her side for some years, but a welcome presence all the same. 

This time, he was wearing a man of pious origin. It had her lips curling upwards into a knowing smirk. He did so prefer his pure vessels, corrupting them with his very being. 

“I do, don’t I,” she mused, reaching up to tuck an errant lock of hair behind the Fae’s ear. She was a lovely thing – petite, hair of gold-spun straw, and eyes of emerald. She’d fetch a high price in his little Garden of Sin. She wondered how long before one of Jinx’s patrons ruined her soft, easily bruised skin. 

Mars watched as Jinx exited, the lovely woman he’d just bought forgotten as he took up post on her desk, like he owned the place. Mars regarded him with a cool gaze, sauntering towards him slowly, heels loud against the marble flooring. She chuckled, the sound of it dark. “Of course,” she replied, turning towards him, hand lifting so that she could trace the outline of her fellow demon’s jawline. 

“A pity this one belongs to you,” she said, thumb arching over the plush cushion of his lower lip. “I would’ve enjoyed desecrating the last vestiges of his virtuous body.”  

She let her hand fall way then. “You wish to see Black Watch burn? My, my, Jinx, are we feeling mischievous?” 

Jinx growled, a low, pleased sound emanating from deep within his chest as he leaned into her touch, his eyes changing to a black so deep it swallowed the light. He leaned into her touch, a catlike movement as he straightened, grabbing hold of her wrist as she let go, unwilling to abandon the contact. 

“Well, I got there first,” he preened, switching to the guttural language of the Netherworld, delighting in the way in rumbled out of his throat. “Had the pleasure of seeing him on his knees, begging for relief from his wretched failures before I took him over. By the time I was done with him, he wanted me, darling. Only me,” he tightened his grip on her wrist, nipping playfully at her thumb. 

“You might be good, but don’t forget who invented this game,” he let go of her, but only so his hands could twine around her waist, pulling her against him, smirk becoming insufferably smug.

“We? I surely hope so, sweetling. After all, who’s there to stop us? Don’t you miss a good bonfire?” they were demons, after all. Creatures of darkness and chaos and most exquisite pain. They couldn’t escape their natures, and Jinx would wager they didn’t want to, either. After all, here they were, him dealing in flesh, her making sordid deals. Fresh starts were nothing but illusions for those too weak to accept who they really were. 

“Or have you heard of a witch strong enough to banish either of us? Perhaps we could start with her first.” He leaned closer, their nose almost bumping. “No one needs to know,” he purred, lips a breath away from hers. “It’ll be our little secret.”

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xfjxcks‌:

“Every time you rescue me from thinking I end up funding some expenditure of yours.” Anton grinned. He didn’t mind. Jinx always brought a good time with him, whether that was simply drinking far too much or draining the blood out of some poor bloke. “I’m inclined to agree with you on this particular matter, however. I trust you’ll make it so that I haven’t a single thought for the rest of the night.” 

He whistled and flashed a mischievous grin towards his new companion as a servant came running. “Bring the good port from the cellar,” he commanded, “and the new gin!” He added hastily before shooing the boy off. 

“What trouble have you brought to my soiree?” He asked, turning to the man with a content hum. 

“That only further proves my point – good ideas don’t come from thinking,” Jinx grinned, quick as flash and winked impudently at the vampyre. He hummed pensively as the other man continued, leaning back against the chaise from his perch, in a position that would no doubt look painful to outsiders, but was nonetheless quite comfortable. “That’s one of my specialties,” he dealt heavily in carnal matters, after all.

“The good port – now we’re talking.” There was the vaguest sliver of mockery in his tone, not so much directed at his host, as at the clusters of people breaking apart and coming together in their eternally pointless, overly complicated social dance. “Only myself,” he shrugged modestly, a finely edged smirk playing across his features in perfect contradiction with his tone. His gaze caught that of one of the other guests and held it. “Tell me, what are you in the mood for tonight? Would you care to watch, or join in?” he dipped his chin briefly at the pretty stranger.