chthonic.

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“And the worst part is, I don’t even have my holy water!”

“You think holy water is going to help anyone?” His head is tilting back, shoulders shaking with imitation laughter. “Holy water doesn’t work, bud.” Because — you know why? — a little piss water isn’t gonna condemn no spirit to hell. And you know why else? Because God isn’t real! Myth busted! You’re welcome; Deja has graced the Earth from the afterlife to tell you this much alone. Applaud, bow, take your seats. Show’s over, we can all go home now.

Just kidding. We’ve got a haunted site to explore. And Deja’s flashlight is sweeping across the door to this abandoned banking building. He wonders what lame ass spirit is planting their energy at a bank, and if there’s really any spirits here to begin with. He’s going to laugh in their face, you can be sure of that. A few tries at the door handle and it doesn’t budge. But the windows are blown out, having left gaping entrances for the man to work his body through. And he does exactly that, stumbling as he slips inside. “What are you gonna do if you see a demon?” He laughs, pointing his flashlight smack in Tanner’s face. 

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“Yeah, I got the chills even just thinking about it.”

Deja only offers a grunt in response, reading the short-and-sweet newspaper clipping for a second time. Apparently some dork armed to the tits is robbing people, places, and things of that nature. They haven’t caught the criminal yet, but they’re raising public awareness. To that, Deja simply thinks humanity is fucked up. Let’s not dismiss the fact that he’s basically human himself, just of a different genre. But he shits on humanity constantly, the same way white people diss other white people in an attempt to dislocate themselves from their reality. Well, Deja is just that kind of dude. Viva la muerte! Dead man’s pride. 

“What are the chances of you falling between the line of fire?” He’s shrugging now, crumbling the story in the palm of his hand. “Those people probably have what’s coming to them. Isn’t that what fate’s all about?”

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@lastsnever:

so perhaps she hadn’t been the most subtle whilst staring as he ate. (to her credit, it never worked before during the greater part of her life.) palms are splayed out to accept the treat, her lips and front teeth clamping over it before she could let the thought simmer for much longer; lithe fingers work off the wrapper that clung to the bottom before offering it back to the male. dayoon was made out of peculiar tact and/or lack thereof. (note: ‘tact’ is interchangeable with many words, and then some.) her eyes turn to crescents when she smiles, gratitude comes after. “thank you,” is muffled through a mouthful.

Why don’t little girls ever use their words? This is what comes to mind, with his snout pointed down and his blackened eyes lifted upward. Up, surveying her face, studying every sweep of her own eyes over his snack. And mind you, these thoughts don’t come with the company of distaste, belligerence, or anything of that sort. No, it comes rather dry. Should just ask.

“Here, you can have the rest.” He’s eating these individually wrapped and brightly-colored candies. Shit made mostly of either oils or sugars hold a firm spot at #1 in his dietary list. Hear him out, he doesn’t have to eat so some junk every once and awhile won’t hurt. And while being on the stop of not needing to eat, this is (in fact) the reason he’s plopping the remains of inside his crinkled convenience store bag in her small open hands. Petite enough for him to wonder if the hard candy will overwhelm those dainty palms, spill over, and plummet to the ground like raindrops. (Spoiler alert: they do.) But she’s pleased, it seems. When Dayoon is offering the remaining bunch back to him, he’s waving a hand dismissively. A rather prince-like operation, if I do say so myself. I mean look at him, his chin lifted up and now his gaze is turned downward to meet hers. Hand flapping in the air. She out’ta punch him in the gut. 

“Nah, you can keep hold on them. Honestly? If you ever want a snack, just let me know.” Pause. “I got you.” Cue the cheeky smile. 

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THEY CALL ME DEJA, LIKE DEJA VU.

ASSIST. ACQUAINT, IGNITE.

[rpmemes-galore]

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural   {Sentence Starters}

“Spooky, huh?”

“Its not a ghost.”

“Are ghosts real?”

“You look like an idiot!”

“I wasn’t fat-shaming Bigfoot!”

“Knock me down with a feather!”

“I just got startled by a disco ball…”

“How.. how do you go that wrong?”

“You wanna lie on the pentagram?”

“Oh my god, you have a death wish!”

“Hey there, demons, its me… ya boy.”

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

“I think I’m gonna buy you a punch in the face.”

“She doesn’t seem like a very intelligent ghost.”

“Yeah, I got the chills even just thinking about it.”

“How about I open the door and you walk in first?”

“Well, if its any consolation, you look like an idiot.”

“Like pretty much everywhere we go, its old and gross.”

“And the worst part is, I don’t even have my holy water!”

“Can I use the jacuzzi hot tub we’ve been blessed with?”

“I’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake right now.”

“That’s concerning… that there’s that tiny margin of error.”

“If I see people taller than me, I get concerned about them.”

“I’m saying just ‘cause something’s old, doesn’t mean its bad.”

“Do you always have to insult the ghost of the place we’re at?”

“You’re not gonna believe me if I tell you, so why even tell you?”

“And, as you can see, this is the place where nightmares are made.”

“I ask myself that a lot, too. I don’t understand why I do these things.”

“Oh, he’ll pick you up, alright. He’ll pick you up and crack you in two.”

“I never said I wanted to murder you! This is a hypothetical situation!” 

“He said that, but I agree with it. He meant it more, though, so hit him!”

“If you slit my throat tonight, I’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that.”

“No, I can’t imagine that. I’d never want to imagine that. Are YOU imagining that?”

“Why don’t you punch me in the face, maybe smack me around a little? What are you, a wussy?”

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