toothache;

cooper. 21. psychic. c u r i o s i t y killed the cat, [but satisfaction brought it b a c k .]

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braveryheaton:

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry to hear that. But if it was a song you wanted, all you had to do was ask.” Avery put a hand on Cooper’s shoulder and cleared her throat, before beginning to sing slightly off key. “So your daughter’s done got herself dead, gone and knocked herself right on the head. And you don’t know what to do, I bet you’re feeling awfully blue. But let me tell you here, you’ve got the grace and beauty of a… deer? So uh, don’t you fret, my sweet summer pet. Your daughter pro’lly in heaven, so crank that funky shit up to eleven.”

Cooper was silent during the song, but their jaw was nearly hitting the ground. They hadn’t expected her to go along with the joke, but after she was done they couldn’t stop themself from laughing about it. They took her hand from their shoulder and held onto it, nearly doubling over with laughter. “You--” They could hardly get a word out between breathless giggles. “Bravo!”

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dark-and-broody-zombie:

“Well, I’m out. Can I leave now? I need a drink.” Jackson sighed a more exasperated sigh than usual. All of this interaction had drained his energy.

“Luckily for you, there’s a bar here and I owe you,” Cooper reached up to pat his cheek lightly. “You hangin’ in there, pal?”

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Cooper had been happily chatting around all night, but now they wandered alone, drink in hand. Absentmindedly they considered who they could talk to, their eyes wandering about the room. Eventually, their gaze settled on Danny: someone they’d met before who remained a complete stranger to them. They walked over, intrigued as ever. “Hello again,” they said, out of character for one of the first times that night. “Could I...get you a drink?”

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braveryheaton:

“Look folks, if you could all possibly stop dying that’d be swell. All this murder is making it awfully hard to do my job.” Avery was now well on her way to being drunk, which somehow was making her southern accent even more authentic sounding. 

“My daughter died, and you did nothing to save her. You owe me an apology...Preferably sung to the tune of Jesus Take the Wheel.”

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dark-and-broody-zombie:

Jackson smiled at his friend’s playfulness, the only good part of this evening.

He eyed the flag they carried with determination. However, they were having so much fun, Jackson couldn’t ruin it for them just yet. He would find another victim.

“You’re so funny, dad. Maybe you should get us both another drink.”

“Okay, my sweet, sweet flower,” Cooper smiled, turning to the drinks table again before quickly spinning back toward Jackson as if they’d forgotten something. They stood on their tiptoes and wrapped an arm around his neck in a quick embrace. “Thanks for doing this with me, Jackson.”

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altheasterling:

“Too bad,” she replied in mock-disappointment. “Well, I’m a huge Miley Cyrus fan. You could probably tell by all the tattoos.” She gestured down to her obviously blank arms with a roll of her eyes. “I have twelve total, but you can’t see all of them,” she finished with a conspiratorial wink. 

Cooper couldn’t help but giggle at how terrible Thea’s acting was at the moment. “Wow, I love that one. So intricate,” They pointed to a blank spot on her arm. “Tell me its backstory.”

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altheasterling:

“You have a lovely voice,” Thea offered with a smile. “Please keep going.” Though this entire game was a tad bit silly, she couldn’t deny that she was having at least a little bit of fun. “Not normally a fan of country myself; I prefer pop normally.”

“I’d keep going but I...don’t want to wear out my voice!” Cooper offered an excuse, when really they just didn’t know any more of the lyrics. “Yeah? What do you usually listen to?”

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dark-and-broody-zombie:

Jackson needed a drink already, so it was great when Cooper handed him one. This was short lived though as Jackson’s smile dropped when the beer was taken back from him. “Come on, Dad. You know my addiction was always Xanax.” Jackson gently grabbed the beer back, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip.

“Jack--Liza!” Cooper smacked their friend lightly before returning to their character. “Fine. There are worse things you could be drinking. Good thing you don’t get all your habits from daddy.”

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elodiexblake:

“Oh my Goooood.” Elodie feigned excitement, her hands flashing in the air as she ran up to Cooper. “Taylor Swift, is such a sweetheart.” She wondered if Griffon was watching her make a fool of herself. Would he find it endearing, or would this just be the start to another argument? She could never tell anymore. “I adore her, honesty!!. For the past five Halloweens I’ve dressed up as her. Do you know how many times I’ve been mistaken for her?”

Cooper couldn’t help but chuckle at their coworker’s feigned excitement. They sipped from their drink before replying, “That was Carrie Underwood--do you live under a rock? She’s my lord and savior. Much better than Taylor Swift.” Cooper really only knew a thing or two about Carrie Underwood, so realistically this conversation couldn’t go on very long.

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dark-and-broody-zombie:

Jackson rolled his eyes, a lot, before taking a deep breath to get into character. “Hello….” He looked at their name tag. The last names were the same. “Mother?” He paused. “Brother?” No, that wasn’t right. He took another peak at his envelope. “Father. Hello Father.” He hoped the exasperation in his tone said what needed to be said.

Cooper looked over their shoulder with a wide smile. “Daughter! Your beard is coming in nicely,” they laughed, handing Jackson a beer before snatching it back. “Shit--I’m not letting my sweet girl drink. You can have a sip of mine so you know how terrible it tastes and don’t spiral into the black hole of alcoholism.”

[cooperxaddison-blog]

“Jesus take the wheel, take it from my hands, ‘cause I can't do this on my own. I'm letting go...,” Cooper didn’t know much of the song, but they were already having a blast being someone much more ridiculous than themself. They continued to sing, rocking back and forth on their heels as they refilled on refreshments. “So give me one more chance...”

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mind block || cooper + danny

Surprisingly, Cooper’s readings so far hadn’t been terrible. Their head had cleared enough to recognize spirit guides on the other side and get them through every question they were asked. Their mother had always told them that if they just followed their intuition, they could always get to where they needed to be. They felt bad for doubting her. 

As the next VIP made their way up to Cooper’s table, they pulled on an actually genuine smile. “Hi,” they shook the other’s hand, a time typically used to get in touch with the customer’s energy. Strangely enough, Cooper couldn’t feel anything. They cleared their throat, trying their best to focus on both realms they were in. “I’m Cooper.”

Their hand pulled away from the stranger, but their attention did not. Cooper focused their eyes on the new customer, not noticing the way their brow furrowed and their smile disappeared as they tried to understand why they didn’t feel any connection to this person just yet. They’d never met anyone they couldn’t read at least a little. Usually, they felt an energy the second they touched someone. For a moment, they thought about sitting, as they usually did after a proper introduction, but they were too concentrated to move. Cooper’s eyes continued to train themselves on Danny.

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burkeberkgoose:

Burke squinted. “Clairsentient? You’re…wait, are you one of the ghost hunters?” It really was Burke’s job to make sure they stayed happy, then. She felt herself wince, suddenly feeling awkward at not having known before. It was true that she’d only seen a few episodes of the show to prep, and she didn’t exactly remember their faces. It was embarrassing. Terrible prepwork for someone who was supposed to be completely on top of everything on this cruise.

“Yeah, I came here with the ghost squad,” Cooper frowned the second they felt Burke’s energy drop. They sensed tension between them, and immediately tried to save the situation. “No, no, no, no, nothing to feel bad about. I haven’t even been on the show very long; I’m just a normal, everyday customer here, really. Nothing to feel bad about.”

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emilianamarshall:

“All jobs can get tiring from time to time, the difference is yours goes on TV. What exactly is a clairsentient? I’m sorry I just don’t know a ton about psychics.” Emi shook their hand a wide smile on her face. “Nice to meet you Cooper. Do people ever call you Coops?”

“No need to apologize. Clairsentience means ‘clear feeling’. It means I have the ability to sense energies of other realms, including those surrounding the people I meet. A lot of people don’t believe in it, and that’s okay,” Cooper pulled their hand away slowly, making a note to remember the way her energy felt. “Yeah, Coops is cool. Coops is good. Do people call you...Ana?”

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dark-and-broody-zombie:

“Good. The less they drag me in to, the better. If I can avoid them it will be like I actually got a vacation.” He let out his best laugh, half-hearted as it tended to be. “I heard there’s a secret lounge for the crew members somewhere below deck. I bet it would be more quiet than out here for you. You could always sneak a bottle down there if it gets too much for you up here.” Jackson didn’t worry about much, nothing truly mattered. He did worry about Cooper though sometimes. He wasn’t sure if they had any real abilities, but he was certain that they believed they did and that was enough for him. 

“Oh, so you’re not looking forward to the event tonight? You get to talk all about your tech stuff?” Unlike Jackson, Cooper typically jumped at every opportunity to be around people. Because they were so out of it today, they weren’t sure how they were going to pull off the readings they had to do, but they weren’t trying to stress about it. They loved their job--that was that. “Okay, now that’s not a bad idea. I do like day drinking in peace with a good friend.”

[cooperxaddison-blog]

This question is a two-part question: Has any entity ever physically touched you during a read? If so, how tempting was it to sacrifice Jackson's moody ass to them?

“It’s actually not rare to be physically touched during seances and such. I have had my hair tugged on, and my wrist gripped and pulled back. Now I’m going to pretend like you didn’t disrespect one of my best friends.”

Ask a Clairsentient

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domdomdominichayes:

“Are you sure that’s gonna cure your…whatever?” he eyed the glass in Cooper’s hand, hopping up the stool next to them. Leaning over on his elbow, he gestured to himself, “Haha, we’re just about to go scout around the ship, you know how Molly’s always serious when it comes to work. But hey, tell me about this funk, what’s he doing that’s bothering you?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes alcohol declutters my mind.” Cooper shrugged. They’d had a drinking habit before they were even twenty-one, and it often helped them with the downsides of being a psychic. “Molly’s a badass psychic, yeah...,” Cooper shifted in their seat. They’d always felt more comfortable talking about other people, focusing on their feelings. They hesitated for another moment before speaking, “Some of the energies on this ship...I don’t know. They’re a bit too much. I’m not what my mother was; I can’t handle everything. I’ve just never felt this overwhelmed away from a haunted sight, so I’m not sure what’s going on.”