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[hiredhellhound]

mysticpi started following you

It was a bright and sunny morning in Chicago. Kincaid had started it as he usually did. A jog. Helping Ivy with her morning errands. And now as she worked on a few of her own things, the mercenary picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. “-tick tock Dresden. Where’s my money?”

[thefictomancer]

@mysticpi

omg, you’re basically...an au Harry Dresden!

I think I wrote fanfiction like that once, actually.

[tarnishedcoins]

⑤

► 5 things my muse would do with yours 

Well, for starters, I would keep you captive for awhile.

Then I would love to humiliate you.

And kill everyone you’ve ever loved right before your eyes.

Then it would be time to dismember you.

If I felt like it, I might take pity on you and kill you.

[everyxvice]

dash commentary

Certainly took Dresden long enough to spit it out. Why are you even bothering with him, Tessa? I could have told you your breasts were lovely the moment you took your shirt off.

[thecatsidhe]

Continued from here: x

Harry narrowed his eyes, remaining tense as he watched her. “That doesn’t necessarily improve the picture, though.” He replied, hand itching towards his blasting rod. “Sometimes it can just make it more horrifying.”

“Sometimes.” Grim agreed with a slight inclination of her head. “Now, now. Play nicely. I’m playing nice, don’t give me any reason not to.” She admonished him, giving Harry a pointed look at his hand and then the blasting rod. Oh, he might be able to grab it but she’d burst his heart and brain before he could do anything else. “Besides, sometimes you need the more horrifying to make everything else seem...better.”

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[themysticmusegallery]

Connections (Victoria + Harry)

Victoria pulled a long drag on her cigarette as she leaned up against one of Chicago’s many imposing edifices. She couldn’t quite put a finger on how she felt about the city: on the one hand, it felt a little like New York, with the same tight compact feel, but on the other hand it didn’t have quite the same energy. It was a strange place to her, to be sure.

Of course, she wasn’t there to admire the sights. She wasn’t the kind of person to travel halfway across the continent just to snap some pictures. Victoria was here for business, business with... well that was one of many problems. The group she had been requested to meet with didn’t really have a name per se, nor a clear roster. She’d heard through some very interesting grapevines that the Good Witch Brigade had taken to calling them the Black Hats or Black Council or Black Thongs or something along those lines. Something with black, she was sure of that.

White Council calling the fuckers who don’t like them black, how fucking imaginative, she thought. Wizards had a lot of things going for them, but imagination wasn’t one of them.

But what else is new...

Of course, she didn’t quite look like the kind of person who would be working with the kind of organization that had been plaguing the wizards for years, at least not on that particular day. She wore a simple dark pantsuit with a violet blouse underneath, her normally wild hair tied into a pony tail and her feet bound up in heels that gave her a few inches on her fairly short frame. The only thing that may have tipped the observant off about her nature was a small necklace tucked under her shirt, studded with dark runestones and headed with a now rather hidden rat skull pendant. Whatever else she wore, that piece was always constantly about her neck. Even her undead wolf Lassie had been abandoned for this venture.

Subtlety. The secret to success in this business.

So she waited for her contact, her opportunity to extend a tendril of influence into the windy city, looking like a pale businesswoman just waiting for her intern to bring her a latte.

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[thefomorturncoat]

Belly of the Beast (Ben + Harry)

Every time Ben did this, he felt a squirming nervousness in his gut. He didn’t, of course, wear the infamous turtlenecks of his former fellows, but as the summer began to reach its fiery zenith, the scarf he used to hide his gills tended to become more and more conspicuous. Not exactly a good thing when one makes a habit of introducing onesself to the major magical powers in a given area, especially the Wardens.

He felt it was necessary, however. He opened himself to being attacked any time he entered a new area, both by Fomor which was a given, and by native supernaturals on their guard because of people like him. It may have been a risky measure, but it was better than getting shot in the back because someone mistook him for an enthralled Servitor.

He took a deep breath and knocked three times on the infamous wizard’s door. He just hoped the address he was provided was correct: 7 foot tall homeless men with untamed beards tended to make most normal people nervous, without his various extra bits.

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