𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐖?

ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ⁱ'ᵐ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ? ( dependent dallan bright / oc for asphyxiahqs. )

[valtsv]

are you there god? it’s me, your disappointment

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ERIN

as she walks through the door she can’t help but widened her eyes a touch at how friendly the guy was, sure, it was his job, she appreciated it but that didn’t mean she was a fan. more so through her own flaws, rather than what he was doing. she attempts a smile as she inwardly chuckled  (  it was more awkward than anything  ),  “yeah? ouch.” she pulls a face, a more genuine reaction as imagines the pain from a broken bone. “do i have to pay to just look?” she questioned, she did have the cash but she wasn’t actually here to use the facilities. in fact, she was looking for someone or more something she had lost eyes on moments ago. 

..

“  you  don’t  have  to,  no,  but  i’ll  level  with  you  —  just  hanging  out  and  watching  families  jump  around  is  pretty  fucking  weird. ”   he’s  not  about  to  make  accusations,  or  jump  to  conclusions,  but  the  same  can’t  be  said  about  the  people  using  the  facilities.  he’s  seen  his  fair  share  of  karens  and  they  can  be  absolutely  ruthless.   “  —  but  there’s  no  rule  against  it.  technically. ”   he  shrugs,  bouncing  a  little  in  place  as  he  considers.  “  i  could  give  you  the  tour.  that  might  look  less  creepy. ”   he  shrugs.   “  if  you’re  the  kind  of  person  who  cares  about  that  kind  of  thing.   different  strokes  for  different  folks. ”

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CORDELIA

“You say potato, I say tomato, or whatever the saying is.” Scowling around her iced coffee, Cordelia could only roll her eyes as the other continued to speak. “This is an occult shop, not a damned dispensary. I don’t even smoke weed, let alone sell it. You’re in California, it’s literally seeping out of everyone’s pores, how did you manage to find one of the only non-pot-selling shops in the area?”

“  it’s  tomato,  tomatoe  —  but  hey,  you  tried. ”   he’s  only  half  listening,  distracted  by  a  notification  that  his  farm’s  ready  to  be  harvested.  cool.   “  an  occult  shop  with  a  coffee  shop  on  the  other  side. ”   he  points,  as  if  maybe  she’s  forgotten.   yes,  he’s  a  dick.  he’s  self-aware  though  so  that’s  half  the  battle.   “  so  you  never  know.   like  you  said,  there’s  weed  everywhere. ”   given  how  tense  she  seems,  maybe  an  edible  would  loosen  her  up  —  but  he’s  not  stupid  enough  to  say  that  out  loud.   

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BONNIE

it hadn’t been l o n g since bonnie had returned with caroline, she had already been traveling the world and going after the things she needed to find for self fulfillment and she did. especially when she was with one of her b e s t  f r i e n d s, doing whatever she could to try and help. but now she was in san francisco, unloading boxes into her new apartment because she could feel it in her bones - s o m e t h i n g was coming and her friends would need her. however, while grabbing boxes she could feel a presence and slowly the witch turned around and allowed her eyes to sweep over the area.  @apxstarters·

he’s  not  stalking  her.  it  might  seem  that  way,  given  their  history  of  running  into  each  other  when  you’d  least  expect  to,  but  it  just  so  happens  that  her  apartment  is  in  the  same  building  as  his  friendly  neighborhood  weed  dealer.   a  fact  of  which  he’ll  be  quick  to  share  if  she  pulls  out  a  can  of  mace  on  first  contact.  he  doesn’t  sneak  up  on  her.   instead  he  calls  out,  giving  her  advanced  notice  that  he’s  approaching;   he  knows  she  packs  quite  the  punch  and  doesn’t  want  to  be  on  the  receiving  end.   “  well  if  it  isn’t  bonnie  bennett. ”  he  greets  her  with  a  smile,  leaning  up  against  the  doorframe  as  he  surveys  the  boxes.   so  she’s  here  to  stay.  interesting.   “  we’ve  got  to  stop  meeting  like  this.  i’m  starting  to  think  you’ve  got  me  geotagged. ”

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CORDELIA

“That should be my slogan,” Cordelia idly commented as she quickly levitated the last of the crystals to the top shelves. As the other spoke, Cordelia rolled her eyes and reached for the iced coffee she’d left sitting on the counter. “Ay, it only works once I’ve used some spell work. I’d be a total moron to leave magical items sitting out for someone to come and snag. That would be a bad business model, especially considering the shitty economy you were so kind to mention.”

he’s  still  a  little  skeptical  but  he  decides  to  let  it  go.  he  loves  a  grudge  as  much  as  the  next  person  but  it  has  to  have  heat  to  really  be  worth  his  troubles.   “  yeah,  robbing  people  blind  is  definitely  cheaper  in  the  long  run. ”   tongue  clicks  against  his  teeth,  turning  away  from  the  tables  and  towards  the  teas.  he  could  use  something  with  a  little  THC  in  it;   he’s  been  nursing  a  children-induced  migraine  for  roughly  ...  too  many  days  to  even  keep  count.   he  winces,  rubbing  his  temples.   “  look  ...  i’ll  be  real  with  you.  i’ll  take  anything  you’ve  got  with  enough  THC  to  knock  out  a  horse.   or  double  that,  if  it’s  CBD. ”   he’s  a  chill  dude  by  nature  but  sue  him  —  there’s  no  such  thing  as  being  too  chill.   “  pineapple  mango,  if  you’ve  got  it. ”

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he  cycles  through  professions  like  trophy  wives  do  yoga  instructors.  you  name  it,  he’s  tried  it.  underwater  photographer  ?  check.  tattoo  artist  ?  check.  pet  therapist  ?  check  ...  though  he’s  not  sure  how  he  pulled  that  one  off  to  this  day.   he’s  never  really  needed  to  work  hard  for  money,  not  when  the  power  of  conjuration  could  just  give  him  whatever  he  needed  if  he  believed  it  enough.   in  summation:  dallan’s  all  play,  very  little  work.  his  latest  foray  is  no  exception,  a  tacky  little  name-tag  attached  to  the  polo  shirt  he’s  wearing  as  he  bounces  on  moon-shoes.   “  welcome  to  jump  zone. ”   he  greets  when  the  bell  above  the  door  dings,  greeting  the  newcomer  into  the  trampoline  park.  “  it’s  fun  for  the  whole  family  ...  unless  your  family  contains  children  under  five  and  senior  citizens  over  75. ”    he  shrugs.   “  it’s  a  liability  thing.  father  time  broke  a  femur  one  time  and  spoiled  the  fun  for  everyone  else. ”

[jerseyshoregifs]

[bob-belcher]

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CORY

The wall of crystals highlighting the back of the shop was, really, the main focal point of the entire place; the glass shelves and shiny crystals were certainly beautiful and eye-catching, and some of Cordelia’s best selling items. This was unfortunate at the moment, as some idiot she employed (someone remaining silent for now) had put some back all willy-nilly and not in the color-coordinated fashion that she demanded. So they had all come down, and she had spent her morning re-arranging. She was nearly finished when she heard the door open, and she didn’t bother to look back over her shoulder as she spoke: “I’ll be with you shortly. If you touch it, you buy it.”

“  great  business  model,  terrible  customer  service. ”   the  observation  is  made  idly,  boots  clunking  against  the  floor  as  he  makes  a  beeline  for  what  looks  like  it  might  be  something  you’d  use  if  you  were  going  to  put  a  curse  on  someone  you  didn’t  like.  quick  observation,  however,  makes  him  scrunch  his  nose  up.  he  was  a  hunter  once,  after  all,  if  he  couldn’t  tell  the  difference  between  real  witchy  things  and  something  fake  he’d  probably  be  a  pretty  bad  one.  “  not  judging  but  do  people  actually  fall  for  this  ?   serious  question. ”   his  whole  life  revolves  around  making  things  that  shouldn’t  work  actually  work  by  sheer  power  of  thought,  so  he  has  no  moral  ground  to  stand  on.   “  if  so  —  hey,  good  for  you. ”   it’s  a  shitty  economy  out  there,  you  gotta  do  what  you  gotta  do  to  keep  the  money  coming  in.   he  gets  it.  

[basketcasemp3]

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ft. @ofindcmitability​

[kardashianjennergifs]

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SAGE

“no, i can’t say that i have been hit by a potato. i also highly doubt you would be able to hit me - my reflexes are.. advanced.” she hummed, brow lifting. “the question is why a potato? why was someone throwing that at you?”

                  she  might  not  have  meant  it  as  one,  but  dallan  takes  the  comment  as  a  silent  challenge.   one  he’s  happy  to  indulge.   “  10  bucks  says  i  can  hit  you.   fifty  bucks  if  i  can  nail  you  right  in  the  head. ”   other  questions  about  the  potato  can  wait;   he  has  a  bet  to  win.  

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CORY

“The kind of psychopath who isn’t going to catch a disease from eating second-hand food. Who knows what kind of things you’ve been exposed to.” 

           “  you  do  realize  all  food  is  secondhand,  yeah  ?  it’s  been  touched,  or  processed,  by  at  least  half  a  dozen  people  before  it  ever  makes  its  way  to  you. ”   he’s  not  annoyed,  per  say,  but  he  does  think  that  her  judgy  little  self  could  benefit  from  a  little  life  lesson.   if  he  promises  it’s  fine  and  crosses  his  fingers  behind  his  back,  he’s  pretty  sure  that  absolves  him  of  any  culpability.   “  it’s  a  potato,  not  the  black  plague.   trust  me,  it’s  fine. ”   ha  ha,  jk,  unless.   if  she  does  eat  the  potato,  the  sheer  power  of  thought  alone  will  give  her  a  nasty  case  of  the  bubonic  plague.   the  cure  for  this  particular  cambion  made  strain  ?   more  potatoes.   he  loves  a  little  poetic  irony.

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DELPHINE

“ a beautiful second point dal , very convincing you should have made it your first one . “ delphine tells him dryly. the boxes hadn’t been heavy, but having him take one is still a relief - vampire sight hadn’t helped her see past the mound of cardboard. she sets her box down and curls on the couch, feeling something almost human.  “ of course it’s good to see me , my presence is a gift .” she says wholeheartedly. “ well would it be my simulation or someone else’s ?? if it’s mine i can create anything i want, cant i ?? “ delphine wasn’t sure if she wanted the ability to create things. that was more his area. the mention of the video calls does make her smile tighten somewhat : reminds her all the more of why she had been staying away. ( if it wasn’t for a brief interlude with maya not even an hour ago , she doubts she could’ve come. )     s t o r i e s he says and her first thought is ive missed this, her second is oh god what has he done. “ are these bedtime stories , the world almost ended stories or i once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel stories ?? “

                he  pretends  he  doesn’t  hear  her,  grabbing  plates  for  them  to  shovel  the  pizza  onto.   the  nice  ones  are  dirty,  so  he  hopes  she  doesn’t  mind  the  hercules  collectors  plates  from  burger  king  straight  out  of  the  90s.  they  were  purchased  on  ebay  —  and  they  were  expensive  —  so  he’d  argue  that  they  too  should  be  considered  the  nice  ones.   he  hands  her  the  pegasus  plate,  taking  the  muses  for  himself  as  he  heaps  a  couple  pieces  on.   if  the  first  one  gets  shoved  into  his  mouth  like  he’s  an  anaconda  swallowing  its  prey,  it’s  only  because  he’s  starving.   “  it’s  a  simulation.  not  knowing  who’s  simulation  it  is  is  the  whole  point. ”   he  says  it  like  it  makes  sense,  pausing  only  to  chew  and  swallow  before  continuing.   “  it’s  like  the  sims.   we  don’t  know  that  sims  don’t  know  they’re  sims  but  we  assume  they  don’t  otherwise  it’s  fucked  up. ”   he  can’t  think  of  anything  worse  than  being  self-aware  enough  to  know  that  nothing’s  real,  you’re  just  a  moving  piece  in  someone’s  game,  and  nothing  has  any  real  consequence  or  importance.   hell  fuckin’  no.    “  a  combination  of  all  three. ”   because  with  him,  it  always  is.   he’s  consistent  that  way.   “  the  kid’s  got  a  girlfriend.   no,  scratch  that  —  a  fiancée.   ring  and  everything.   i  shit  you  not. ”   it’s  hard  to  believe  given  he  still  sometimes  looks  at  will  and  sees  that  twelve  year  old  kid  he  ran  away  with  but  there’s  pride  in  his  voice  that  overshadows  the  shock.   functional  relationships  haven’t  exactly  been  the  norm  for  brights  past  so  he’s   H A P P Y  that   will  seems  to  be  breaking  the  cycle.   “  my  favorite  part  though  has  to  be  the  gods.   yeah,  gods  plural.   not  just  the  big  man  upstairs  but  every  greek  god  and  goddess  we  had  to  suffer  through  learning  about  in  high  school. ”   gods  he  never  got  to  meet,  sadly.   so  many  questions  with  only  answers  he’ll  never  get.   “  on  the  bright  side,  you’re  here  just  in  time  for  the  cold  front  that  rolled  in  out  of  nowhere. ”   he’s  not  sure  what  that’s  about,  but  he’s  really  enjoying  the  chaos  that  seems  to  run  rampant  in  this  city.   BIG  FAN.  

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HAZEL

“hmm okay..” she pauses in thought, now thinking of the wackiest item that first came to mind, that wouldn’t be correct. “one of those model sized,” she makes a small gesture with her hands, “batmoblies.” sue her influence being from the dark knight rises she watched last night.

              “  sadly,  no. ”   he’s  visibly  crestfallen,  thinking  about  the  batmobile  he  used  to  drive  around  in  when  he  was  seventeen.  it  was  a  little  to  conspicuous  though  so  he’d  shrunk  it  and  carried  it  around  in  his  backpack  for  awhile.   god,  he  misses  that  car.   “  —  but  that  reminds  me,  i’m  in  between  jobs  right  now  ...  maybe  i  should  try  vigilantism.   throw  on  some  spandex,  save  kittens  from  trees,  help  old  ladies  cross  the  street. ”   he  cracks  a  smile,  laughter  punctuating  his  words.   “  i’ll  go  by  chiroptera  man  so  they  don’t  come  after  me  for  copyright  infringement. ”

[shcrksmile]

“whats the saying? one is an accident, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern. does that count for the near-death-experiences roster?”

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           "  i  guess  that  depends.   do  you  accidentally  stumble  into  danger,  or  are  you  seeking  it  out  bella  swan  style  by  diving  from  cliffs,  or  crashing  motorcycles  ? ”   he  pauses,  chuckling  slightly  at  the  visual.   “  no  judgement  here.  they’re  called  adrenaline  junkies  for  a  reason.  it’s  addictive. ”

[svldsoul]

    she’s  not  sure  WHICH  one  of  her  victims  it  is.  a  witch,  she  assumes,  with  the  ability  to  curse  her.  or  person  with  powerful  friends.  (  she’s  usually  good  at  vetting  her  victims  for  importance  ;  it’s  possible  she  could  have  missed  something,  but  not  likely.  )  none  the  less,  the  unfortunate  truth,  is  that  she’s  being  haunted.  she  assumes  it’s  supposed  to  strike  fear  into  her  very  core  but  it  doesn’t.  she  already  killed  them,  she’s  not  particularly  concerned  with  what  they  can  do  from  the  afterlife.  she  is,  however,  vexed.  they’re  interrupting  her  work  with  their  inferences  and  she’s  tired  of  it.  if  anything,  it’s  a  comfort  to  know  she  murdered  someone  so  annoying.  “  so,  how  much  is  it  going  to  be?  ”   money  is  hardly  the  problem,  and  she  doesn’t  RESENT  the  large  pool  of  witches  san  francisco  has  to  offer,  but  she’s  ready  for  this  to  be  over.  

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             he’s  not  a  witch,  but  he  understands  why  people  keep  confusing  him  for  one.  conjuration  is,  in  a  way,  its  own  kind  of  witchcraft,  but  he’s  not  sure  he’s  the  best  person  to  help  with  this  particular  problem.   he  is,  however,  willing  to  give  it  his  best  shot  when  he’s  financially  motivated.  “  it  won’t  come  cheap.  sanity  never  does. ”  he  cracks  his  knuckles,  leans  back  in  the  chair  as  feet  kick  up  against  the  coffee  table.   “  we’ll  see  how  pissed  off  your  new  friend  is  before  we  set  a  price. ”  HAZARD  PAY,  AND  ALL.   he’s  going  to  have  to  get  creative  too,  since  —  as  far  as  he  knows  —  accessing  the  astral  plane  isn’t  in  the  cambion  101  guidebook.   he  can,  however,  probably  see  the  ghosts  with  his  sunglasses  on  if  he   B  E  L  I  E  V  E  S   they’ll  allow  him  to.   it’s  worth  a  shot.   “  ghosts  are  usually  tied  to  something. ”   he  explains  once  he’s  wearing  the  sunglasses,  eyes  searching  for  her  shadow  around  the  room.  “  maybe  something  that  belonged  to  them.  a  lock  of  hair,  a  flask,  anything  that  might  have  their  DNA  on  it.   or  if  there’s  a  body,  you  could  salt  and  burn  it. ”    once  a  hunter,  always  a  hunter.   it’s  like  riding  a  bike  —  you  never  forget  the  essentials.   “  unless  you  dumped  it  in  a  lake  or  something. ”    no  amount  of  money  in  the  world  will  cover  deep  sea  diving  for  corpses.