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The End of the Fucking World (2017-)
splintcrs.
noah’s mouth turned into an ‘O’ as his face flickered with confusion. instead of taking his usual route from school back to haggis tech, he had decided to take the long way in search of somewhere new to grab a bite to eat. mcdonald’s just wasn’t cutting it anymore. yet, his attention was stolen by a storefront, nagging stomach quickly forgotten. wandering in—he could have SWORN he checked the sign—he nearly jumped when a voice rang out. maybe they had changed hours recently. “oh. ‘m sorry,” he mumbled, turning around.
❝ hey , it’s my hero ! ! come to save me . how’s your leg ? ? ❞ clara looked him up and down . he was adorable , in the way a lost puppy was adorable . like , you kinda felt bad for it . the incense in the room & crystals around her neck were enhancing her senses , and before she took the necklace off and stopped the smoke –––– she caught a hint of overwhelming emotion coming from his past . whatever had happened to this kid , she didn’t want to know . trauma was like a shadow ––– it followed you . and sometimes clara could glimpse those shadows . unfortunately . before she closed her mind ( something she was getting better at , thank fuck ) she got a sense of something terrible . she ignored it . ❝ back from a long day of getting your ass kicked ? ? ❞
myrvntra.
“ ahh, of course. they have exactly what i’m looking for; i’ll just go to the gift shop. ” a huff of laughter followed by an awkward silence on martina’s end followed. it wasn’t until she was told the price of the item when she had anything else to say. there were words on the tip of her tongue - some backhanded little comment at the business’ whole shtick - but instead, the much older woman held herself and gently placed the item back down. conflicts were common with her stance. but, they were somewhat avoidable if she didn’t give into them. and over the years, something in her heart was soft for the kid. “ candle lady is a creative name. doesn’t have quite a ring to it like mortina or mayor, but it’s on the nose… ” her eyes now left clara and were on the search around the store, her feet taking her away from the entry. “ speaking of candles, have you guys gotten some more in ? your grandmother told me you were all out. ”
❝ so sorry , your highness . ❞ it doesn’t take long for clara to grow from mildly annoyed to bitchy ; and certain faces bring that side of her around faster than others . clara debated the two options . first of all , she needed the cash . but on the other hand , she had principles . ❝ candles are reserved for those who don’t write speeches on mutants being the scourge of the city , your ladyship . go to bath & bodyworks . ❞ a lot of mutants had gone under , with this rising tide of resentment . hidden themselves . but it was too late for the bishop family . they didn’t broadcast themselves , sure , but those in the right circles were already in the know . it was no secret . a huge selling point of her services were that they were real , she was a mutant . the bulletin board behind the counter was adorned with pro - mutant posters and art - work , some of which was her own design .
vcriths.
the sign is broken ? the tall girl craned her neck slightly to take a look at the sign, sculpted eyebrows furrowing some in further confusion. the sign.. it said open, but the worker said its closed. she blinked wildly, almost as if she were desperately trying to make sense of the situation she was placed in. “ shall i take my leave then ? ” aerith queried lightly, big round eyes almost begging the blonde for an answer. she then stepped towards the counter and inhaled deeply, her senses being filled with the mild scent of the burning incense. now that was certainly something new in her vocabulary, the sight and everything. “ what is the purpose of this.. incense ? ” aerith piped up suddenly as she kneeled slightly to stare at the smoke that rose from the end of the stick curiously. once the other spoke once again, she tilted her head slightly to the side, causing locks of silver to spill over her shoulder. “ weird. i have heard that before. ” she almost looked excited at having recognized at least something as she smiled. “ i do not have a deal. is it required to have one to be here ? ”
this girl was like made of modeling clay . she had to be like an experiment or something . maybe she was one of those girls who escaped that cult in nevada . clara swung her feet down from atop the counter and leaned forward . fine . whatever . it’s not like she had anything better to do than explain idioms to a random customer . ❝ different people use it for different things . ambiance , aromatherapy . my grandma thinks jasmine eases her joint pain . some people believe some kinds of scents can enhance a certain kind of mutant powers . things that involve the mind . telepaths , whatever . anything that requires a lot of mental focus . nothing’s proven , it’s all pseudo - science . anecdotal . things like incense , crystals , whatever , things you would normally associate with witches , they do similar things . open your senses , bring you clarity . they’ve been used by mutants for centuries . historically , people prosecuted for witchcraft were mutants . hence the connection . ❞
fyrestcrter.
The smell was an assault. So much so that Lavinia almost careened back, visibly disgusted. Entering the shop, the mutant was quiet as she glanced around the place, those horrid red eyes finally landing on the small blonde at the desk. With a smirk, Lavinia sauntered over, heels clicking rhythmically against the hard wood floor. “Hi Darlin’.” the southern drawl was to sweet to be coming from someone who looked as murderous as she did. Lavinia had one hand braved on her hip, the other splayed on the counter top, fingers edged in black talons that drummed against the wood. “-ya’ don’t look closed.” she was still drumming. “-ya’ just look lazy.”
darlin’ . clara shivers . why did people from the south insist on being like that ? ? ew . and then the woman enters her personal bubble . and touches her counter . what the fuck , honestly . people shouldn’t be allowed to talk to her without express written consent . to be fair , they weren’t closed , and she was being lazy . so fine . southern goth chick won this round . she speaks with a mouth full of lettuce and tomato . ❝ what do you want ? ? we’re all out of color contacts and press - ons . ❞
myrvntra.
“ oh ? ” the warning hadn’t even phased martina as her fingers lazily grazed the items closest to her; she frequently came to the shop for the hall because she knew they had the only good smelling candles in the city ( even if they came with a promise of something falsely claiming to be supernatural ). a joking voice came through as she spoke, “ that’s a shame, i guess i’ll go somewhere i’m wanted… any ideas ? ” her lips began to form a smile as she shook her head, eyes looking over to the employee as she picked up some sort of sphere that piqued her interest and began to roll it around in her hand.
❝ i don’t know , city hall ? ? shouldn’t you be governing something ? ? stepping on a mutants face with those louboutins . . . ❞ that last part was under her breath . something her grandmother would’ve flicked her on the forehead for –––– given a lecture about propriety . clara didn’t care . she flipped the page in her magazine . ❝ that’s an antique , it’s two - hundred bucks , and without the sight ––– it’s a glorified paperweight . so put it down , candle - lady . ❞ now she heard her grandmothers voice again . something about flies & honey . clara chose vinegar . what’d she want with flies anyway .
vcriths.
her curiosity was a horribly fickle thing. often, it was swept away by the simplest of things the earth had to offer. it was a rather short-term goal of hers, but the pink-skinned girl wished to visit every establishment crystalline city had to offer. it was her home for the time being, it was only natural for the girl to want to know every crevice of it. aerith should have been home hours ago, but like most of her days, she was caught up doing something else. learning. reading. understanding. this time around, her attention was stolen by a tiny shop that smelt of foreign scents and strange knickknacks. upon entering, the girl nearly jumped at the sudden voice, golden orbs blinking as she looked back to the sign that very clearly indicated it was still open. “ i was sure the sign said otherwise.. ” the princess muttered to herself in confusion, slender fingers toying with the handles of the plastic bag filled with goodies in her possession. “ this place.. is different. what is that scent ? ”
❝ sign’s broken . ❞ bad sign . bad bad sign . it betrayed her again . traitor . it must be destroyed . clara’s eyes narrowed at the thing : a silent warning to her worst enemy . you’re dead to me . she stabs a cucumber with an unnecessary level of malice while the girl looks around . her attention flicks up when a question is asked . ❝ different’s a word for it . it’s incense . ❞ clara nods to the one of the many sticks in the room that burned beside her at the counter . ❝ you’re weird . what’s your deal ? ? ❞ she studied the person before her . she didn’t generally take kindly to customers , especially not new ones . but this girl gave off a serious bambi vibe that was fascinating to clara . it was more of a fascination with the bizarre than it was a likening . even then , she’d humor the salad - interrupter . just for a moment .
* ╰ ♡ a few wanted connections ! !
- the villain : as mentioned in my intro . a member of the syndicate who hired clara for her services and used whatever information she offered to fuck some shit up . clara regrets this deeply . all the details would be sorted out by us . taken by zelda .
- the hero : again , for her arc mentioned in my intro . someone for clara to run to and try and help fix the situation she caused . they probably would’ve already known her , at least in passing , and didn’t have a super positive relationship before this bc of clara being an ass . this person is hopefully gonna make clara a better human being . we’ll see .
- the regular : someone who comes in all the time , trynna buy weird witchy shit and get their future told . clara probably is always annoyed at this person .
- the neighbor : sorry i’m blasting weird new - age jazz at 3am and i let packages from foreign countries pile up in the hall and i keep causing the floor to short circuit and that my cat lurks outside ur door and stares at u . but also don’t talk to me .
- the friend w benefits : friend is a strong word . clara tries to not have those . but u know .
- the real friend : look , maybe she doesn’t want to die completely alone . the one person who gets her and her weird morbid vibe completely . her ride or die . she loves this person , even if she won’t admit that all the time .
- the smoking buddies : you’re tolerated . as long as ur not super loud and obnoxious , come over and chill . we’ll listen to weird music , smoke a j , and maybe she’ll paint u .
- the vision : why do i keep having dreams and visions of you ? who the fuck are you ? what the fuck ? did i paint u ? fuuck
- the enemy : i don’t know what this person did but someone should probably hold clara back
feet up on the counter , she’s leaning all the way back in the chair . shocking to none , clara is at work . however , not necessarily working . she’s flipping through a magazine and picking at a salad . the afternoon light enters through the shop windows , catching dust mites in its rays . the room is stuffy , reeking of incense and patchouli . when someone enters , and the little bell chimes , her attention is barely pulled . she doesn’t even look up . ❝ we’re closed . ❞ they weren’t . the sign on the front said they closed in seven hours . she just didn’t have the energy .
* ╰ ♡ pinterest drop ! !
freya mavor + cisfemale + she/her + clairvoyance.┊ ❛ ━ hey, is it just me or do you hear i can change by lake street dive playing in the distance ? oh, that’s just clara bishop, a twenty-four year old fortune teller & occult shop owner. according to my sources, i heard she can be neutral good and is assiduous, but also misanthropic. that’s probably why they remind everyone of soft morning rain over the city – casting a blur over the traffic lights, a luna moth picking up from a shelf and planting itself among the dust of a new book, and the little girl who’s peeling a clementine in the grass during the funeral so much ! anyway, whether or not they’re neutral towards the supers, crystalline city is keeping a close eye on them ! ( kat, nineteen, est, she/her )
hi ! ! i’m kat and this is clara and in advance : i’m sorry . this is really informal and not well put - together , and really it’s just the basics of what you need to know because i gotta jet . an actual bio and dossier will be up tonight . hopefully .
* ╰ ♡ power meta ! !
this is a very informal rundown of some of her powers . yay . these will develop and change over time .
for hundreds of years , her family has passed down the what they refer to as “ the sight . ” this manifests in several different ways for clara .
i . VISIONS . some visions come naturally to her at random times . this would be when one of two things is happening : 1 , something important is going to happen to her / someone she knows in the near future , or is happening at the moment . this type of vision is personal and or 2 , it’s a vision meant to make sense later for her . someone random , a person she doesn’t know , or a situation that hasn’t happened yet . these visions are a result of cosmic wires crossing . she didn’t need this info yet , and it won’t make sense to her . a third but less common event that can cause a vision would be because of another malfunction . sometimes she has visions of things that absolutely have no bearing on her life at all , and they’ll never be deciphered . useless . these can come when she’s v distracted or in a bad place emotionally .
- it required years of practice to hone her skill and for her to be able to remember visions accurately , guide them slightly , and recover from them more easily . she used to pass out . now the most would be a bad headache from a vision that was particularly far out in the past or future , long in duration , or containing someone she is very distant from emotionally / physically and doesn’t have a strong bond with .
- other visions have to be conjured . using physical items that relate to the event she wants to learn about or the person she wants to see , as well as certain teas / herbal concoctions that open her mind , she can focus on what specifically she wants to know and force a vision . this can also be done by physically touching the person . however , this is very tricky and requires a great deal of focus . prying into someone’s timeline is no easy feat . sometimes , she’ll be diverted and have a vision about something relating to that person but not what she needed . or worse , have a vision not at all related ( seemingly . ) after years of practice , she will definitely conjure a vision , and usually it’s in the ballpark of what she needs . if she’s trying to see something very far out or very unattached from her own personal timeline it will be very difficult and usually cause a mean headache . i . e . , she wouldn’t be able to find marie antionette’s sixteenth birthday . she needs some skin in the game or have an object relating / a person to touch that’s related to the situation .
ii . PAINTING . she is a painter . sometimes , paintings are of birds . sometimes , paintings are prophetic . people she doesn’t know , in situations she doesn’t understand . usually paintings are like the second type of vision . not generally related to her life , per se , but people in the city she doesn’t know , or larger - scale historical events . of course , there is no hard and fast rule . she can’t target something in the future to paint , or choose when paintings are prophetic . like visions , they can also be of past or present events . this one is sort of useless , it just happens . but it’s always fun when someone new comes to her loft and finds a painting of themselves . paintings are often vague and difficult to interpret , more - so than regular visions .
iii . DREAMS . she can also have dreams . these are often repeated visions , leading up to a large life event . they can be very cryptic . more often than not they’re v unpleasant to experience . there are really never positive visions that come to her in dreams .
iv . THE SHOP . so , here’s the deal with bishop occult and oddities . she does tarot readings , palm readings , tea readings , all of that sort of thing . in reality , most of this work that’s done for non - supers is what you would picture a classic fortune teller being . a lot of empathetic guessing . rarely do these practices conjure an actual vision , bc she doesn’t usually know her clients nor does she try to conjure a vision . however , her readings are generally accurate , bc she does have a good sense of these things . she won’t directly tell ur future , and if she sees something specific she’ll probably keep it to herself , but her predictions have never been exactly wrong .
- she sells crystals , herbs , whatever . stuff like that . the thing is , those things help her with controlling / amplifying her clairvoyance , but they’ll probably do nothing for someone who isn’t already clairvoyant / psychic / somehow in that area . but the store has sold them for a hundred years , both for other supers and knowing that hipsters will buy fucking anything .
- having her try and conjure a vision is EXPENSIVE and she only does it for those she personally knows / or the situation is dire . for the reasons listed above , she doesn’t like doing this for strangers and it isn’t even offered at the shop . you have to already know what to ask for and understand clara’s skillset . visions are always a gamble , so you pay up front . lmao . get that bread clara .
v . EMPATHY / SENSE OF PAST . in the right conditions , sometimes clara can pick up emotions existing in the future or past of a person . it’s a general sense of a person’s state , and she can generally parse out what direction it’s coming from . this is not as strong as a vision , and she can’t see or sense anything specific , but for those people who have suffered immense trauma or are going to in their lives : that sometimes finds it’s way to clara . often this is a precursor to a vision , but not always . this is usually when her powers are being enhanced by outside factors somehow .