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wixenfolk:

“We need help cursing someone” Charlie said rolling her eyes, it was a simple request “we are two people and need someone else” she finished looking at Major who just rolled their eyes at her.

Major was not sure still about it, the person they canted to curse did deserve all the punishment they wanted, but a curse was still a curse, not only forbidden but risky “we need help putting a curse on an person who needs to pay for what they did” they added sure of themself and more than willing to pay the price.

Curses. It always was fucking curses. Sometimes, people were horrible, and they needed a good hex or two, an extra toe or temporary blindness, maybe even a drastic change in the manner of speaking. But Jason always found that people wanted curses more than hexes.

( Didn’t matter--he just hoped he didn’t get burned like last time. )

“That’s going to cost steep, depending on the nature of the spell,” he replied, unsure of what exactly he was getting into. “And I need proof that this someone isn’t going to bite us---me specifically, in the ass.”

#( thread: major )#( thread: charlie )#( charlie: 001 )#( major: 001 )#( winks )

demonator:

Jin was off for the next couple of days and what better place to waste time than in a bar. He knew getting tipsy would bring out the silly and petty parts of him, but he didn’t care. Never in his life did he think he’d be sitting next to a magician so this opportunity was kinda priceless. And honestly, hilarious that he’d respond that way. “ Listen, my last boss was a prick and I think it’d be a funny little prank to pull ” Jin took a sip of his whiskey sour. “ Make it so every time he sneezes something important disappears or something really creepy appears ” Jin had to hold back laughter of his own. “ I’m completely serious too. I don’t mind paying extra and I’ll get you whatever you want. How about scotch? ”

“You’re a spiteful little fuck, you know?” Jason didn’t necessarily do curses on principle, and because he had enough scars to prove that negatively powered magic had a way of biting you in the ass, but he was willing to make an exception.The guy had imagination after all, and he didn’t exactly see that in most of his clients. And he was willing to buy him a drink for his services, and scotch no less, how gracious.

"I do like your style though,” he replied, nodding. “Get me some top-shelf scotch, my pay, and something of the guy you’d wanna curse--I’m not tacking on a spell like this on some unlucky idiot.”

#( thread: jin )#( jin: 001 )

ocrueleros:

He’d obviously practiced keeping his face expressionless because he would’ve just rolled his eyes and sneered. “Tracking spells aren’t even hard–.. even you can do it.” The little tilt of his head showing his snark. “If that’s all it takes, it makes me think you can’t actually do it.”

“Tracking spells aren’t hard, it’s the duration of it.” Jason crossed his arms, matching him with a cold look. He wanted to hex his face right now, but it would be bad business practice to curse clients that just left him with a bad taste in his mouth, “I’m willing to do a basic tracking spell for the regular price. Anything prolonged is going to cost you extra, or a drink. Top shelf.”

#( thread: eros )#( eros: 001 )#( : //////// )

authenticia:

There was a glare. A terrible disappointment, and maybe a hint of embarrassment.

Then she adjusted herself—crossing her arms and glancing away for a moment. Squinting, she took the time to think of her retort. “Look mister, I don’t really have the money for extra. I thought you said glamours were your specialty, and that making one so that I appear to be a cat would be well within your abilities.”

“If not I can ask someone else.”

Great. He had to be the one magician stuck with a furry.

Jason ran a hand down his face and took a breath, leveling her with his most exasperated look. “Kid, fine. Can’t you just buy me a margarita or something because I really do think turning you into a cat is real fucking wild.” There was a lot of glamour jobs he didn’t think of doing in this lifetime, and honestly? Turning someone into a cat really put his age on him.

“Money first. Then the magic.”

#( thread: isobella )#( isobella: 001 )#( I AM ALIVE !!! )

rominavalera:

“This is a textbook spell,” she retorts with a hint of annoyance in her tone. Romina could have done the whole thing by herself, but she wanted Jason to do it because maybe she liked watching people suffer. “Extra? You want me to pay you more for something you probably can’t do? Out of the question.”

Sure, plop Jason in front of a textbook spell--but he really didn’t do physical magic. Transmutation was out of his league, hell, he even had enough morphed objects to prove that he was hopeless at it. But he was going to be damned if he ever let Romina know that.

“Fine,” he said, setting down the object in front of him, “What’d you want me to turn this to? A necklace? A fork? The new Lana Del Rey album?”

#( thread: romina )#( romina: 001 )#( LISTEN THIS IS WEEKS LATE BUT !!! )#( : / )#( love me ?? )

“ You’ve come to me for what now? “ Jason was a contract magician, and maybe someone you came to for glamours, but he wasn’t necessarily the person you came to for this type of spell. Not that he’d let you know, of course. “ I’m charging extra for the weird shit, if my hearing hasn’t failed me yet. And a drink--definitely a drink. Something that burns. “