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Trevor Belmont as a spindly teenager using Jinx from Arcane as a base.

Kinda running with the headcanon that Trevor, after losing his entire family in a violent massacre at the age of twelve, may have briefly and understandably went out of his mind before he hit the the ‘guess I’ll drink till I die’ part of his life.

I’ve written a few, but usually take the “sleep on” it approach and by morning, I rarely feel it necessary. Jinxes are more fun. Jinxes, to me, are mild curses with no harm, just annoyance. Like “may your pizza always arrive with soggy crust”, “may your socks always match in the drawer, but not at work”, etc.

Besides, there’s something much more satisfying in blessing all of those around the problem person and letting them cause their own misery.

After a bit of spring cleaning the office is finally open.  Feel free to notify me and my partner Vi of any crimes.  They’ll be shot down right away.