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let’s do a weird headcanon thing. REPOST / DO NOT REBLOG

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE. She’s become fond with floral scented soaps and it leaves her with a subtle hint of the scent throughout the day. It’s not irregular for Wendy to snatch away a small bottle of perfume. (Cinnamon or Vanilla) again, just a hint of the smell.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ). Wendy rarely sleeps, and due to paranoia, she does not use blankets. Death can be quick and unforgiving. A light sleeper, she keeps at the very center of the mattress at her back where she can turn to any direction. Suffice it to say, she does not sleep well.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY. She loves anything from alternative rock to pop, still keeping a thick binding of CDs organized by genre, artist, and the color of the album cover.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY. Forty-five to an hour. Wendy suffers from OCD, and prefers to leave her home well aware that she has everything on her person. She’s not one for excessive makeup, but she will see that she is presentable, even on her worst of days.

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT. Photographs. Wendy’s hobby is photography. She’s organized polaroids and pins them through her travels. She keeps images of the few she’s saved and in her journeys through different towns, they are with her in a picture.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: Right handed.

RELIGION (if any). None. Not anymore. She does try to put on a face, lie through her teeth for her parents.

FAVORITE SPORT(S). Before she experienced her premonitions, she enjoyed swimming. Tennis was a second favorite. She’d otherwise watch soccer or football.

FAVORITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING. She will be the first to any museum of Art, History, and Science (waking early to arrive exactly as it opens). She’s prone to exploring, hiking and photography once again.

FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER. Wendy used to enjoy autumn and the cold. There’s an abundance of colors to behold. The cold now brings her to feel empty, the warmth is often too much. There’s not much to favor. Her mind is overactive.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE. Her fears are rational, each one constructed with a reason. However, her ‘obscure’ fear pertains to the many ways her classmates have died. Lumber, tanning beds, weights, etc. She has, (once) found herself laughably dreading the idea of Kevin dying through some SpongeBob related accident.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL. Wendy is not one to frequent arcades. However, meet her at the air hockey table and she’ll be quick to surprise, playful taunts and all.

@deathfound

There’s a particular hesitance found in the presence of this one, but Wendy preserves her composure. “If you could turn back time, would you change anything about your life?” Her voice takes the lead, spilling her musings without forethought to steer it.

“Sorry,” a sweet lilt follows. “I don’t get to talk to people as often as I’d like to.”

#deathfound

esotericmindset

Starter Call….

esotericmindset

If you are an avid fan of horror films, namely the Final Destination franchise, then this clairvoyant is for you. Wendy Christensen is a young graduate capable of foreseeing tragedies moments before they transpire. She strives to save lives, both good and bad. Her purpose is to only protect the people around her. Like/Reblog if interested.

OPEN & ENCOURAGES ALL VERSES.

#Every little bit helps tremendously.#<3

❛I saw it, I saw it in my head. The tracks collapsed, The hydraulics are loosened, and the roller coaster crashed—❜

Wendy Christensen Final Destination 3

#indie horror rp #indie crime rp #final destination rp #fd rp #open rp

Walter is fascinated.

That girl- Wendy… She speaks about his inevitable death at the hands of Roland Deschain; reciting the events like she had been there. Clairvoyance was a skill he never possessed. She had been gifted, but a look into her terrified eyes is an obvious sign. They have a name for her in Mid- World. Chary- ka; someone whose soul was aligned with death.

She pushes him softly, and he takes a step back. Wendy stands between him and that goddamn door; ready to prevent him from entering and meet his Ka. Oh yes, she was frightened. And yet he is convinced that she would push him back again. A lost fighter, determined to save his black soul.

“You believe you can cheat death?”, he asks, watching her carefully. Her face expresses so many emotions. “How many souls did you save before? How often did you look into someone’s eyes; only to know that this person would die?”

He has no soul to save. It’s corrupted and fractured and dark, and he assumes that she knows. She must feel the magic he radiates; already knowing that he wasn’t like her. But maybe—

— They are not that different.

“Death has a nasty sense of humor”, he states. “Aren’t you afraid to feel his wrath?” Walter watches her with some sort of amusement. She still struggles with her emotions, but underneath all that fear and sadness lies determination. A small, mortal being; resolved to save him from the cold embrace of the end.

“Alright, Wendy; I may trust you. I won’t go through that door.”

“Thank you---” Relief fills her expression and her shoulders readily drop in a deep breath she’s held while watching him. A residual shudder follows Wendy as he questions death. There is no cheating death. She’s witnessed it firsthand. He doesn’t need to know how many lives she saved, but an honest nature guides the clairvoyant.

“I saved two people.” her heart hammers, weighing heavy in her chest, and it weakens her voice. She has her sister, and she has Kevin. As far as she can tell, they’re both okay.... Kevin is next...

A tear trickles down her cheek, but she keeps a bold face. “and I’m looking at the next life I am going to save... it’ll be three. It’s going to stay that way.” She begins to stand, straightening her back hesitantly speaks from the heart. If this being tries anything, anything at all to walk through the door, she’s willing to stop him.

“I saw you... I know you can do something to protect yourself, but it’s not going to be in there. S-so come with me, and we’ll walk far away from this place.”

#blackmxssiah

First, he was annoyed by her presence. But the urgent tone in her voice begged him to listen, and now she has his complete attention.

Walter watches the girl carefully. She shakes like a leaf in the wind; scared of him. Nevertheless, she has the courage to speak. How admirable. He leaves the door to face her fully.

“How do you know?”, Walter asks her; already knowing who that nameless man was. The gunslinger, Roland. His nemesis. The one who would kill him with his bullets. At least if her vision became true. “Who are you, darlin’?” He had not met an interesting person like her for a long time. So many questions to ask.

“Look, my dear- I’m not going to die in there”, he begins. The mighty Man in Black, shot by a simple bullet? He giggles, but her eyes are full of fear. And for a short moment, he hesitates.

“What did you see?”

“I saw it-” she answers, struggling to respond to his every question. “Wendy....” Composure is crudely forced. Small, nervous twitches ride to the tips of her fingers, and she scrapes the nails into the wall in idle play. “There’s a man with a gun.”

How can he use this information when all she can do is cower and spill tears in his wake? This is unlike anything else she’s been unfortunate to witness. Her uneven breaths escape quietly, and over seconds, she forces herself to silence.

What lurks over her is an inevitable force of Death, and it waits for him. It pores over her, a predator guarding its prey, and it beckons the life he holds. Though aware of this man’s threatening position, she still fights back Death for him, pleading with the being.

“One bullet.” she swallows dryly. It’s a rare precognition, one of the few that she could feel. She watched it through this man’s eyes. Every bullet burned. Her hand quakes as it folds across her chest to feel for the space met with a bullet.

“He propels one bullet that rebounds from a column. He took the pause you gave, after hurting him, to his advantage.” She blinks, partly in a trance, recollecting every ounce of what was witnessed. “You looked peaceful-” but her sentence is broken to silence. Her head bows as two fingers touch across the forehead. Evidently, it marks where he’s shot, but she cannot finish. He didn’t die like the others, horrible deaths, gruesome.

Attention flicks back, and she sees him alive, intent on protecting him. He’s still okay. Everything can change... He can be another picture in her album, another living soul. Though lost in thought, Wendy halves her focus and sets her attention from the door to the man.

“I can’t-” Words aren’t fully formed. It’s a sad habit, but she scrambles to guard the door, one hand gently pushing him back. Her eyes stare, wide.

“I can’t let you go in there.” Wendy’s voice is rough, and through a wave of disdain, dark eyes lift to him. Her hands raise to him, and she stands, ready to fight him away. “I’ll stop you.” Death won’t let him take her. Those powers can’t kill her now, not until it’s her turn. She’s safe... and if she can abuse Death’s Design by keeping him at bay.

She could be his distraction.

“You’ll be okay.”

#blackmxssiah

acecroft

mary elizabeth winstead + brass knuckles (braindead 1.5)

#At literally every FD shithead

Headcanon: Photo Album

Wendy travels light, bringing with her all that she could carry in a backpack. She often resides (temporarily) with the person she ultimately saves, if at all she is lucky enough to prevent a death.

Her most valuable possession is a photo album. As a shutterbug, Wendy keeps her camera close by and uses it to take photos of the people that she has saved and bonded with. The pictures vary from surprised faces to genuine smiles. Every survivor is cherished deeply and carried alongside her in the album. Upon staying in a home of someone new, she will set up her living quarters with the photos of the people still alive.

While premonitions are often viewed as painful, it is the handful of pictures that keep her going. She intends to complete several books in her travels, often reminiscing of the many faces.

#[x] - ᴅᴏssɪᴇʀ

worldoftheskeptic

“Oh yeah? Next you’ll be telling me people can spend their whole lives alone and be perfectly happy.”

esotericmindset

She hears his voice, and his words inspire a muted sadness in her. Though it has been deemed unwise to speak with anyone to avoid seeing newer tragedies, she turns her head to him.

“Some people seem happy when they’re alone.” the clairvoyant quietly muses. Regrettably, bliss is a luxury she does not have in solitude. “I’ve seen a few people.”

#worldoftheskeptic #found one of your old starters- hope this is alright

Clairvoyants

VISIONS

Clairvoyants are blessed/cursed with the ability to witness events (including mass tragedies) before they transpire.

It is widely assumed that Clairvoyants are gifted their abilities from Death. These visionaries to destruction are the only ones capable of experiencing visions throughout the series. If the user survives, they are granted recurring visions to tragedies and events.

By failure to act or playing a deliberate hand in the deaths of others, clairvoyants can either save lives or inadvertently play a part in the demise of others.

Types of Visions –

Precognition: Accurate detections to surrounding men and women. Clairvoyants are prone to receiving precognitions of tragedies moments before they transpire. These visions can also be unrelated to large scale destruction.

Tangible precognition: Premonitions such as these can often be dangerous. When the visionary receives a tangible precognition, they will briefly experience the sufferance of others (or their own suffering from what will be a later event). These episodes will be closely followed by a vision of what transpires to experience that pain and what follows it, either through their own eyes as the event occurs or through the victim’s eyes. Although thorough in detail, it is rare to experience these forms of premonitions.

Premonition/Aura Detection/Interaction: This plays into building/preexisting paranoia. Paranoia allows for the user to be far more adept at catching signs of Death’s presence. Visionaries are often met with ominous signs or clues to a death that is about to occur. This is often described as feeling Death as an entity shadowing them. Often by coincidence, the visionary can interact with their surroundings to determine how someone will die and subsequently rush to interrupt their death. Common signs of Death’s presence: Clocks rewiring, a recurring song interrupting a broadcast, shadows, sounds, any sign of the number 180.

Past Interaction: This is the rarest form of vision, and it acts as a reminder of any errors in judgement. The clairvoyant will experience a closer look into details of the past in the form of a precognition

Clairvoyants who ultimately survive are prone to experiencing their premonitions / precognitions. They are often disposed to stopping tragedies with their abilities, making use of their curse/gift.

CLAIRVOYANTS IN DEATH’S DESIGN

READ MORE FOR DEATH’S DESIGN HERE.

Successful visionaries are the figures who set “Death’s List” into motion. (On the list are the survivors initially meant to die in the incident interrupted by the clairvoyant. Death will take survivors on that list in certain orders, often picking off the survivors by the order of which they died in the vision.)

The visionaries are always the last on Death’s List. Their placement on Death’s list does not exempt them from visions, tangible precognitions, or ‘gut feelings’.

Similar to the survivors, the visionary cannot be killed until Death has reached them on the list. If it is not a survivor’s time to die, Death will not allow for suicide or premature slaughter. This seals a fleeting form of protection for the survivor.

Survivors can “steal life” from victims outside of the list to remove themselves of Death’s list temporarily (they will die when the victim was intended to die). Clairvoyants who take a life will ultimately lose their ability to re-experience a vision.

Homicide is (as of now) the only confirmed means of losing their visions New Life: (childbirth) of anyone on the list will exempt the other survivors from death’s list.

Visionaries who sacrifice themselves to save the others on the list can only temporarily increase the time of life for their fellow survivors.

#[x] - ᴅᴏssɪᴇʀ

esotericmindset

(Open Starter)

Wendy acts in accordance with her vehement pledge to distance herself from McKinley, Pennsylvania. She intends to create a larger gap from her friends, parents, and fellow surviving students of grim evening and malfunctioning Devil’s Flight.

Her travels carry her to stray, exploration bringing her not the bliss of a journey but pain. Death lingers around her, extending a waiting hand for her and she wills herself to avoid it. Paranoia envelopes her and she seeks the nearest passerby in desperation.

“Excuse me,”

“I know this is a little weird but– can you…. give me company for a little? I’m– I don’t feel safe here alone.”

chuckyarchived-deactivated20220

There’s something strange about this doll’s eyes. Almost as though a hint of malice is twinkling behind it’s glossy stare… Probably just a trick of the imagination. After all, it’s only a children’s toy.

esotericmindset

In her slow, even stride, a chill climbs against her spine, stretching into the tips of her fingers. Wendy’s heels stop beneath her, and her gaze falls onto the doll, set with silent apprehension. She’s witnessed enough in life to avoid what bothers her. The hypnotic stare is broken, and her attention begins to trail elsewhere, and she gives it one spare glance, frowning.

#plasticslasher #Sorry for the lack of dialogue-#once she's aware it's alive #she'll start talking lol

ellie2210

This is not my сolor

#[ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ]

Jade was a passer by mostly for the curiosity and was enjoying herself in her own near carefree way, when someone she passed asked to be near, her kindness was shown. “Of course, places can be somewhat scary If you’re alone.” She gave a light smile “I’m Jade by the way”

Wendy nods mutely, running her thumb against the trimmed nail of her index finger. She clenches a fist once, relaxing herself with visible effort. Having lost track of her words already, Wendy only offers her a brief smile. Her name wasn’t remembered...

This was a mistake.

“Wendy..”

#agentjadelance

mmmm-corn-syrup-a

open

“We’re closed!” The man half shouted half mumbled. He was wasted and barely able to stand up straight. “I said we’re closed…” A hand holding a flask moves up to his mouth and takes a large swig.

“Can’t you read the damn sign!” He sighs. “Let me hate myself in peace!”

esotericmindset

Wendy maintains a crushing grip over her phone, hunching into herself as her steps begin to quicken through the biting cold. Nausea builds with unease, and her fear is limitless. Possibilities play through her head, and her imagination runs wild. Perturbation accompanies her through the door and with her head ducked, the clairvoyant hurries to the furthest seat.

Through building tension, her eyes flick to the only man in her vicinity. Regardless of his announcement, she seats herself heavily, shaking. Small hands fight to steady and she wipes furiously at her eyes. She’ll be out of his hair soon.

“C-can I.. can I have something strong?”

#mmmm-corn-syrup #mmmmcornsyrup

quidprcquo

Lecter’s eyes peered at the visitor on the other side of the glass with very little INTEREST. “I did not think they allowed CHILDREN to come here.”

esotericmindset

He’s right to think of her as a child. She lives in the shadows, fearful of making eye contact with another man or woman out of childish paranoia. The faces she sees beholds in a moment can easily be added to Death’s list.

Wendy replies first in a tender nod. She’s already lightheaded, but she is the culprit to disorientation. It’s either lack of food, lack of water, lack of self-care, lack of it all... Her lashes flutter and she blinks away her trepidation.

“They’re not.” she begins with a forced sense of calm. “But I was asked to be here by good people.” She doesn’t play along with his quip. She can foresee deaths long before they transpire; it’s only assumed she’d know how to stop it. “What did you do to end up there?”

She hasn’t touched up on her research. He’s infamous, she knows this much. But she never intended to involve herself with killers.

#quidprcquo

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