*ﾟ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ╱ 𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝘾 .

delphine 'delphi' deschamps. 27. owner of tony's guns and sporting goods. carcanos. nola native. not affiliated with tristin mays.

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[anguishmacgyver]

[crimsondelphi]

crimsonfaux·:

Oliver was doing his daily runs to each of the Faust locations. One of his brows quirk curiously as he watched a customer run away. His gloved hands folded in front of him as he walked to the counter with a slow inquisitive narrow of his gaze. “Please tell me you don’t threaten to shoot all the customers.” A slow smirk lifted the corner of his lips, “Gotta work on those customer service skills, y’know Del?”

there was exactly one person on this planet that could strike total fear in delphine - not because he could snap his fingers and have her killed, but because his was the only opinion she cared about. brows raised, delphi’s head quirked to the side. “only the ones who really deserve it.” humor fixes everything, right? the tension evaporated from del’s shoulders as soon as the smirk began to appear on oliver’s face. “i don’t know, boss. i think i handled that one pretty well.” she paused, her own smirk lifting the corners of her mouth. “i didn’t actually shoot him. i’d say that’s pretty impressive self-control for me.”

[crimsondelphi]

crimsxndesire·:

Rowan needed a few things from Tony’s. He waited in line, waiting for whatever the customer needed, but he could see Delphine getting obviously irritated with their indecisiveness. He let out a little chuckle as she pulled out her gun as a warning to the unassuming customer. He watched the random person scurry out like a scared mouse and he walked up to the counter, “I see you still have that wonderful Delphi charm that keeps the people coming back,” he teased her as he set his gun on the counter, “I need some replacement springs and I wanted a new scope for my rifle.” He told her. There was a lot of things he kept at the gun range, but when it came to specialized equipment he was better off going to Tony’s.

the familiar voice brought a grin to delphine’s face as she rolled her eyes. “drippin’ in it, ro. can’t keep all this charm to myself.” she quipped in return. “sharing is caring. at least that’s what i’m told.” del’s tone was dry as she began rooting around her cases for springs. “someone’s been busy.” she lifted a brow, teasing rowan. “recoil, trigger or both? and how many?” placing a few of each spring on the counter before leaning against the glass top, eyes narrowing at rowan. “you do realize i have a case full of scopes, right? i’m gonna need a few more details about what ya lookin’ for. ya don’t gotta make me work this hard - not after that whole fiasco.” delphine almost whined, gesturing towards the door her former customer had just sprinted out of.

[shadowcatgirl09]

Tristin Mays + Her Faux Locs

[crimsondelphi]

rosesjustdie·:

it wasn’t often that wyatt found himself in the store, though it had been one of his favourites for the longest time. the best place to find things to try out a new sport and this month’s decision to try had been hockey. grass hockey, rather than ice hockey, a lot less violent and might stop his family for having a go at him for wanting to do something dangerous. a stick in his hand he had been waiting when the altercation had happened and he tried not to look at the guy scurried away. “uh– it’s okay.” he wasn’t a cop anymore, didn’t have authority to say anything anyway and wyatt was a lot happier this way. “yeah– i guess?”

delphine’s eyes narrowed for a moment, sizing up the man on the other side of the counter. his vibe screamed cop, which would be just her luck, but the way he seemed to avoid any and all confrontation about what he’d just witnessed said otherwise. refusing to overthink it, delphi turned on the charm. “you sound unconvinced.” she mused, half grin turning up one side of her mouth. nodding to the stick in his hand, delphine raised a brow. “i take it you choose healthier outlets for your aggression, hm?”

[crimsondelphi]

ofcandyism·:

- && Now this was a sight for sore eyes. Just standing there with the things he would buy clutched securely in his hands, he watched the scene unfold. People would always amaze Auron due to their idiotic actions. Watching the annoyance run towards the nearest exit at the mere sight of a gun being pointed in their direction gave Auron the serotonin he needed for the day. When it was finally his turn, the curly haired Brit walked up to the counter and placed the objects before her. “No need to threaten me though. I will not whine and complain”

it wasn’t often that someone like delphine just stumbled upon a kindred spirit - the likelihood of it happening in a city as big as chicago made it even less likely. but still, there was something about the man in front of her now that made her feel as if she had. a subtle grin settled on her lips as delphi scanned his items, chuckling as she did so. “that’s more appreciated than you know.” she sighed. “enjoy the show?” del asked, doing her best to hide her continuously growing grin.

[crimsondelphi]

adashofnadia·:

Nadia had observed the brunette as she walked into the shop and while observing the gun she had in her hands, focusing on the bullet size and whatnot, she heard the owner speak to some annoying customer. Nadia had to smirk to herself, as the woman put the gun on the counter and it made the warning very much clear without words needing to be said. Nadia had to say that she was impressed as she moved forward. “Impressive, darling, I will say. Very impressive. If I were you, I would have just shot him.” She laughed, as if she wasn’t exactly serious. “How are you though, darling, besides annoyed obviously? I was wondering if you could point to a specific gun. The largest revolver you have?” 

“believe me,” delphine grinned, the mere idea of shooting the customer she’d just run off bringing her an uncomfortable amount of joy, “i thought about it.” she replied with a soft laugh. “but that’s a lot of paperwork and i’m not about to clean up that mess.” delphine scrunched her nose at the thought, a genuine deterrent for the arms dealer. “annoying as he was - he wasn’t worth the effort.” the entertainment, though, would provide several hours of much needed serotonin. “m’alright, annoyances aside.” another smirk. “of course. down this way.” delphine directed nadia towards the last case, tapping the top. “this guy.” pausing, delphine gave nadia a once over, head tilting to the side. “not many people come lookin’ for a revolver anymore. mostly semi-automatics these days. you getting it for someone or just old fashioned?”

[crimsondelphi]

wtcddy·:

“ SO threatening someone with a deadly weapon will ? interesting train of thought there—it’s not really a functional method when you eventually get someone willing to call the pigs on you, though. what’s the plan then ? ” he raises an eyebrow to her like a challenge from where he stands slumped over the nearest glass case. he’s putting a whole lot of faith in its structural integrity; at least it hasn’t failed him yet. “ it’d probably be bad for business if you were to shoot a customer. i’m not a businessman, really, but nobody wants a gun with brain already on it. i could be totally wrong, though, this could become a haunted hotspot. ”

“i run a store. with guns. a lot of them. sometimes those guns end up on the counter, especially when a customer is asking about options.” pausing, delphine’s face melted into something much softer, almost childlike. “i swear officer i wasn’t trying to scare anyone! he misunderstood. it’ll never happen again. promise.” delphi’s lips twisted into a sinister grin, only kind of hoping the case teddy was leaning on would give out from under him. “i'm not saying it’d be ideal to shoot someone, but are you gonna try and tell me you wouldn’t have wanted to shoot him either?” brow quirked, delphi knew she wasn’t alone in having a short fuse. “and i always clean my guns after i use them. i’m insulted you’d suggest otherwise.” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “if any of you let this place become a ‘haunted hotspot’, i will haunt the shit out of every single one of you.” another smirk spread across del’s face. “some poltergeist type shit.”

[barkingsparrow]

#same energy

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[crimsondelphi]

CARRIGAN.

[fawning]

Cafe Asks ☕️

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? Mocha : Dream Job? Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game? Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? Green Tea : How tall are you? Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? Mint Tea : How do you relax? Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Italian Soda : Describe your dream date Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

[crimsondelphi]

CARRIGAN.

[cinemapix]

The Order (2019─)

[crimsondelphi]

xmaggie-birchx·:

Maggie had gone into Tony’s to find a new gun lock box. The one on hers had broken because of it being so old. She’d gotten it at a second hand store and it had worked fine enough when she first got it but it was dwindling. She’d purchased it for the sheer fact that it looked cool but that wasn’t really smart when protecting a firearm. 

She looked at all the cases and sighed. When she noticed the annoying customer hassling the girl behind the counter, she smirked, blushing just a bit. The way in which the girl handled herself was… inspiring to say the least. When they addressed Maggie, she jumped. “O-oh! Um… Yeah. Lock boxes for handguns? If you have any good ones?”

Being around pretty women was nerve wracking to Maggie. She never really knew the right thing to say but she had to remember; fake the confidence till it becomes real.

in a job that consisted of an endless string of overcompensating men, interacting with a woman - let alone one as gorgeous as the one in front of del - was a godsend. she’d have to remember to send a thank you to whichever deity decided to smile down on her today. 

brows lifted, a genuine grin lifted to corners of delphi’s mouth. “we’ve got a couple, i think. follow me.” making her way around the counter, delphine walked over to one of the adjacent cases and tapped on the glass. “anything specific you’re looking for or are ya just lookin’ for something simple?” turning her attention back to the woman, delphine studied her for a moment, smile still present. “and what kind of gun do you own? just outta curiosity.”

[crimsondelphi]

gcldengrime·:

The clatter of the box of bullets spoke before Taron, a pause before any sound he made typical of him. “One day,” He said, flipping through his wallet and the folded bills. “Someone is gonna pull that same move on you. Doesn’t matter who catches the bullet, but I’m sure anything flying is bad for business.”

He looked around for the usual front desk manager, waiting for some snide comment to out shine his own as per usual. He never minded it. It was some banter he wouldn’t have to face constant backlash over indefinitely. 

delphine blinked, vacant expression reclaiming her features, as taron spoke. a soft snort of laughter was the only indication she’d heard his words. “kinda looking forward to that day, i can’t lie.” her expression remained blank, save for a quirked brow, as she swiped the box of bullets. “it’ll at least be more exciting than threatening men with fragile egos who aren’t worth the bullets.” though, if she were honest, that was all men.

“and as far as business goes,” finally, a smirk lifted one side of delphine’s mouth, placing the box of bullets in a bag and back in front of taron, “chicago bein’ the way it is? even if bullets do fly, i think we’ll be alright.” 

[howmanyangels]

the shape of a girl, joan macleod

[crimsondelphi]

ofhumxnity·:

Rye watched with mild interest, leaning against a table whilst the interaction went on. He had become used to Delphine and her ways by now and a small part of him admired it. Her tolerance to everyone else’s bullshit was as low as his own, and while he didn’t really do the whole friendship thing (excluding a few exceptions), his respect for her was as close as he could get to calling her a friend. A mutual tolerance isn’t exactly grounds for deep and meaningful conversations and braiding each other’s nails. “Man, I thought they’d never take the hint. Who argues about pricings in a shop? A flea market, maybe, but Christ there’s a time and a place for haggling.”

a scoff escaped the arms dealer and she shook her head. “you’d be shocked by how many men have the audacity to stand here and argue prices. or tell me how to do my job.” or that she didn’t know what she was talking about. “because why would a woman know anything about guns, right?” she’d stopped being surprised by the misogyny in her line of work a long time ago, but it would never stop sending delphi into a blind rage. “it’s a miracle i haven’t actually shot anyone yet.” she let out a sigh, a crooked smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “never been much of a haggler anyway. more of a take it or leave it kind of girl.” delphine grinned. “so, all that in mind, what can i do for you?”