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[aamusedly]

@grimxlkin​. Continued from X.

Of all the gin joints in the world, really.

The Devil had been invited to many strange places for meetings; clubs, lounges, sporting events. The bath house was usually a good way to ensure nobody was coming armed-- the Devil didn’t need a weapon to be dangerous, though. That was why he’d come anyway at the vague summons up North to some sort of spa resort that was a feeble cover for a drug den and brothel under the floorboards. At least the baths were legitimate, that was clear by the pleasant smells.

And the creature lounging in the water, content as a very familiar cat. 

Devil’s lips pursed and his eyelids lowered, not quite a smile but not quite a frown; surmising. He shifted to rest his weight on one leg, his tail flipping behind him cautiously. He was never one to be embarrassed over dressing in just the towel, but nakedness felt different around someone who’d seen him naked before. Usually he saw that coming. “...Razkiel.”

Devil didn’t move closer, but his shoulders lowered just a touch. “Either you have a very specific way of calling up your exes, or this is a real hell of a coincidence.”

[alaricseer]

cont x @grimxlkin​

With a small wiggle of his butt as the only warning, Sionnach launched himself. His aim was true, his form perfect, success was within reach-

[tricxet]

@grimxlkin : 😼  

It was always easier to traverse the Faerie worlds not quite as himself; the shape of some beast or another fit a little better and made the transition in liminal space less magically taxing. More times than not he used to be a snake; a great serpent of emerald green scales as poisonous as it was beautiful. But now... something smaller, simpler.

A magpie flitting between dark trees. Yes, that will due. He had places to be after all, ingredients to forage for to bring back to Jotunheim. Smaller, less grandiose, it suited him better.

Though it seemed it wasn’t without notice. The magpie sheltered in dead branches paused before its next dismount only to look down and see a set of eyes following it. A cat stalking its prey.

The bird’s head tilted. Bright green eyes on him; no fae, no bird, but familiar.

“Cat Sidhe,” the magpie squawked, “I know you. I would not like to be eaten, I’m very bony.”  

[chaosfaery]

❛ like what you see? ❜ | asked by @grimxlkin (from &. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) She’d met her fair share of cocksure fae. They all thought they’d be the one to seduce the princess, to claim her in bed. Plenty had tried. And it would seem that this masquerade was no exception. She had not met this one before. He was beautifully dressed; this one clearly enjoyed looking fashionable. His mask hid part of his face, but those eyes danced with mischief.

Lilé had come out onto the balcony for a moment of air. She loved dancing, loved the joy that masquerades brought, but even she needed a break on occasion. Her dress was beautiful, an elegant pale blue and gold ensemble, and her mask was gold to match. No one had guessed who she was, which was refreshing.

As she’d savoured the cool evening air on her bare skin, she’d noticed a figure nearby. This strange gentleman, well-tailored, a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke, she laughed.

“Doesn’t everyone, at events like these?” she countered dryly. “But yes, I was admiring your mask. It’s lovely.”

[shadxwcd]

@grimxlkin​ asked: ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . - little etzel to clara

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . | Accepting

One minute she was telling a Blighter that they should pick on someone their own size, not point a gun at a child. The next, she is slammed into the floor on her side, the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ears. Gasping for breath, her head now throbbing, Clara struggles to get up even as she hears the sound of multiple feet running away.

“Nngh...” Was all she could say at that point, sitting up and trying to ignore the sound of her pulse throbbing in her head. Vaguely she became aware of someone beside her and rubbed her head a bit as she turned to look at them.

[academia-spectris]

@grimxlkin

It wasn’t all that unusual for Odelia to find strange creatures wandering around her library, mostly considering the many portals and gateways to dimensions and planes far beyond mortal comprehension.

Good thing she wasn’t mortal.

And neither was the creature that she found wandering through a far section, a duster in one hand and a cart dragging behind her. 

“...Hello,” the vampire spoke up, “are you looking for something?”

[pxndxrasbox-archieved]

@grimxlkin requested a drawing meme!!

[apogexnarchive]

STARTER CALL / @grimxlkin

Vasilija did not boast a profound sense of smell--What did a creature of the water require of a nose?--but even she could notice the pungent odor of an inhuman. It did not repulse her as it might others, though surely it was a dramatic discovery, being met first with the familiar musk of humans only for it to be overlayed, suddenly, by something she had never smelled before. It wasn’t revolting, no. Simply different. Over 200 years spent with humans had equipped her with enough detailed insight to know when she was facing an imposter.

Her head turned, following the smell, so icy eyes could land on the owner. Silence remained where otherwise a question might arise. A steely gaze taking place of words.