mind reader

i don’t know what do do with my hands, i say, and you laugh like it’s a joke, like your hands have always been such a part of you (they probably have been) that thinking of them as a separate entity is amusing (it probably is). {indie oc rp blog}

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massxtt (liked)

smoke break! she’s got the door closed as she leans against it, though the sign still flickering, annoucing to the street that hey! psychic here! honestly though, if anybody wants a reading, they’re gunna have to chill out and wait, cause she’s busy. she scrunches her face a few times as she puffs away on the cigarette, humming something under her breath.

she doesn’t notice him until she flicks away the first ashes.

‘ ..ah. you want something? ‘

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murderpolices (liked)

she bumps into him at the store, shoulders bumping enough to knock whatever he was holding out of his hands as she stutters to a stop, frowning as she turns to face him. she stares for about ten seconds before she can actually bring herself to speak. her voice is a quiet mumble as she leans down to grab the item she’d knocked from his grasp.

‘ i’m sorry. sorry sorry sorry sorry - hh. shit. sorry. ‘

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Random Lyric Starters (Part one)

"It's funny how the night can make you blind"

"We call you sunshine"

"She knows how to treat a fella right"

"We don't have to go home"

"Don't tell me you're sorry cause you're not"

"We know that shit ain't real"

"You don't have to fight it"

"I almost wish you would've loved me too"

"I can't do anything right"

"We got nowhere else to go"

"It's not your fault so please stop your crying now"

"I don't even know how I'm getting home"

"He's into me for everything I'm not"

"I can't help her now"

"You always find a way to bring me down when I feel fine"

"Alive is all I want to feel tonight"

"Every inch of you is perfect"

"Tell em that it's my birthday"

"There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now"

"I almost wrote a song about you today"

"And the award for the best lie goes to you"

"That river was cold but we gave love a chance"

"I just can't win for losing"

"This is all I need"

"Quit your bitchin', move your feet"

"I'm in love with a girl who knows me better"

"Your backhanded compliments suck the air out of the room"

"That was quite a show, very entertaining"

"I almost held up a grocery store"

"You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom"

"Hey don't rain on my parade and kill a perfect day wasting my time"

"Every night's my birthday"

"We are free tonight"

"There's no room for anyone who dares to do something different"

"If you like me, then say you like me"

"Baby, don't move"

"Now I'm destined to spend my time missing you"

"You know I'm all about that bass"

"You gotta party like it's not your birthday"

"I'm never going down, I'm never giving up, I'm never gonna leave"

"You can only believe in yourself"

"I promise you don't need to hide it anymore"

"I need to be where you are"

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#whispers softly if you just started following me and you want a starter (or if you just want one i’m flexible) like this post and i will spit one out for you!!

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calxmiity

oh good god that is a child. a child!! she instantly crushes her cigarette with her foot, because she doesn’t want the adorable young girl to inhale any of the smoke. she stares for a brief moment before smiling. children are calm, children are kind and brutally honest in the best ways. she honestly wonders if the man would let her hug the little one.

‘  i - i i i. i like your shirt. and yours. sorry about - the mess. please, please come in. ‘

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memoryserved​

they came in with bad timing, because she just threw a plate at the wall and is now gnashing her teeth with a fury. there’s no real reason behind her anger (well, exhaustion is definitely one of them. she’s tired of, well, everything) as she whips around to stare at the door, face contorted as she stares for a good, solid minute.

she slowly loosens up, jaw tight as she straightens and lets out a shaky breath.

‘ ignore - ignore the mess. it’s not - it’s not usually usually this bad. ‘

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#gets on #starts making starters #gets one done #brain dies #fucK

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princeofplenty

when the door opens, for the first time in (days? months? years? she doesn’t know) she doesn’t stare. she doesn’t freeze in her spot and watch, because if he’d been a part of her past, somebody who could find her from then, she’d remember. he’s not something you’d forget. he’s - she doesn’t know what he is. but she wants to know.

‘ who - what. are you? ‘

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          it’s safe to say that rudiger IS staring. has little to no           BOUNDARIES when it came to women;; liked to creep           them out. smoky grays are fixed on the ( poor ) girl, &           when she finally turns, lips QUICKLY pull up in a smile.                   “ lookin’ at the back of yer head. “

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gross. gross gross gross. her fingers curl into fists at her sides, though she can’t hold the digits still. they keep moving, twitching as she stares at him with narrowed gaze. she isn’t one for violence (not anymore) but if she has to, she’ll hit him.

‘ stop it. ‘

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#okay with that last big ass reply i’m going to bed!! cause it’s late and i woke up way 2 early to still be awake so! hey! #tomorrow i’m sure i’ll be replying a lot (so i’m gunna apologize in advance for being possibly slow or just not having gr8 writing) but i will definitely write out some possible opens and try to interact with more folks! but for now, good night!

[inmxnitas]

He does not know what to expect. He does not know what to consider as this young woman proceeds to work her methods to tell his future. 

He does not know what to do, and in that, he is ill-prepared for any consequences. Will she make him re-live his sins? Will she make him remember how it felt to rend flesh from bone, to sink his teeth into muscle, to hunt?

Will she make him remember what it was like to be more monster than man, more beast than human?

The future could make one relive the past, blot out the present, and in his current state, he was ground in what was happening in this moment. He felt the chair beneath his legs, he smelt the heat of the tea and something like wet stone and wood, and he saw the young woman with the dark hair before him, the psychic who asked him if he wanted anything other than a simple reading.

“No,” he replies. “Aside from a promise not to pass judgment on all that you might very well see.”

He might owe her an apology later, for making her see what he coaxed into being with past sin.

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‘  i.. ‘  her teeth clack as she ponders his request. it’s new, strange. most people don’t really ask for judgement of what one could see in the future. it intrigues her, draws her forward, tugging her chair with her as she grasps his hand.

his hand is heavy. heavy from carrying burdens, heavy from age, from the weight of skin. the muscles underneath warm in her touch. she pauses before actually looking at it, thumb moving along the life line slowly. don’t judge. that’s easy. she can’t judge anybody anymore.

‘  okay. ‘

the world around her is all but forgotten as she stares at his palm, unblinking as her fingers draw patterns and shapes along the skin. this is the time she can be still, where no tics can stop her from focusing. they’ll itch like a rash once she’s done, but now, she can think, her mind is free.

‘  your lifeline is long, almost like it’s never ending. past and future mixed like paint. has it always been this way? have you always been this way? too much heart, overbearing your head. you.. hm. ‘

silence, her hand stilling.

‘  i’d comfort you with words from mischa, if i had any. but - i don’t. or he doesn’t. i don’t know. i’m not able to speak to the dead. to the lost. too much past to see more than just sparse moments. too much flesh. cannibal. sounds so raw, like how you are now. raw. i don’t think - i can’t look more. ‘

the itch is too much and she snaps back, head shaking back and forth so rapidly it gives her a headache, teeth gnashing before she slows once more, breath even as she meets his gaze again, face contorting once or twice.

 ‘ sorry - sorry sorry sorry i - sorry sorry sor - hhah. i can’t do more. more. ‘

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  ❛  Uh — uh, I mean, okay. I’m good, though —  ❜

He had prepared a whole speech to get this thing going, but she had not reacted the way a normal person would, and therefore made him lose his train of thought and start stuttering. This was not a part of the plan. The plan had been to come here on his father’s orders to see if this psychic could be a potential ally to the Zedlers — psychics are often useful in the hunting world, after all — and to be calm, cool, and collected as he gathered information on her and returned with a verdict. 

That’s already gone out the window.

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a light quirk of a smile draws to her lips, even as her face contorts for a few moments, mouth puckering before going back to normal as she actually chuckles. he’s definitely no danger, not here, anyway. she can tell what he wants (well, sort of, he sure as hell wants something from her, just not tea) so she doesn’t bother with a chair.

if he wants to sit, he’ll sit. if not, she’ll live.

‘  okay. y’want - want to tell me what you want, then? ‘

[inmxnitas]

She reminds him of someone cornered, of someone who’s used to cages and barbed-wire and sharp, heavy things. She reminds him of a wounded and abused animal and the sight fills him with immediate concern as to this young woman’s living conditions.

“No, I apologize,” he says before taking a seat in the proffered chair. “I did not mean to startle you.”

What he wanted here was against his better judgment, but he did want to know. He had met his fair share of clairvoyants, of voodoo priestesses, of those with their third-eye wide o p e n.

Some screamed at him to leave. Some told him that he was so tall, he blotted out the sunlight on his way in. And others simply told him what he was in store for, and he left feeling both reassured and terrified at what was to come. “I would like for my palm to be read, if that is not too much trouble.” He’d pay up-front, he’d give her something that glinted in the sunlight, he’d give her what she asked for.

What he wanted was to know of his future, for every hundred or so years, he sought out a psychic.

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honestly, that hits the nail a little too hard on the head. she smiles, shaking her head softly before shaking it a bit more rapidly, clearing her throat as her smile dies a little. damn tics make every moment movement, every minute going by too fucking fast every time her hands shake or her teeth clatter.

careful words and gentle movements are what win her over, her fingers twitching as she fills up two glasses of water, one for himself, one for her. they’re plastic, not fancy like her (sort of broken) china. it’s simple, a gesture of kindness.

‘  no problem. any - anything else? ‘

she pulls out a chair next to his, drinking half her cup before setting them down both down. when she sits, her body still moves, her feet tapping idly on the floor as she meets his eyes.

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‘  i didn’t break that. i swear - swear swear. ‘  

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tetraphobics​

when the door opens, she knows he’ll be there and is already staring, fingers flicking idly across the screen of her tablet to turn down her music (she doesn’t know the genre, it’s just a pandora station titled ‘yoga’) before she places it on the counter. the song ends, and another one is beginning as she takes her gaze from his to the chairs.

‘ take a seat. i’ll get - get some tea brewing. ‘

he may not want one, but she could go for a cup.

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#the fact that sometimes the @ thing doesn’t work and i can’t probably tag people cause i’m a new blog still so i just break everything and make it harder and i just

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