Don't Touch That Dial

Youssef Yassa. Radio Host. Witch. Pretty likely to drunk text you.

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//What’s up guys tumblr doesn’t seem to be too pressed to tell me when some people reply to my posts? So if you reply to me and I miss it feel free to come yell at me hah. 

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littlewitchluci:

If there was one thing Luciana liked to do, it was annoy the librarian. She got joy out of watching the woman click her pen anxiously as the time slowly ticked away. As closing time approached, she finally made her way to the section she actually needed to be in. Scanning the titles, she found the book of herbs and oils she needed and was on her way out when she heard the boy behind her. “What? Are you the book police?” She rolled her eyes at the boy and began to make her way away from him again.

Youssef crossed his arms over his chest casually and watched as the stranger began to leave. “If I was you’d be screwed.” He called to her in response which prompted a harsh shush from the front desk. Didn’t stop him from calling to her again, though. “I’m pretty sure that book just tells you how to grow your own garden of weed and then turn it into essential oils.” With peaked interest in the fact that a herbology book was somehow a hot ticket item in the library, he strode along to match her pace. “Unless you’ve got a collage party to make brownies for, I can’t imagine why you’d need that kind of book. Sort of a weird choice for casual reading, isn’t it?” 

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moonchildjason:

“I wouldn’t be surprised if there are people that sacrifice kittens out there too, there’s people like that everywhere, ” he also wouldn’t be surprised if there were people that sacrificed humans either. He wasn’t sure if he would qualify them as bad per say, what they did wasn’t right, but some of them would probably think that what they were doing, was helping somehow, so they were just crazy, because Jason couldn’t think how that would help in any scenario. “I never heard anything about kitten sacrifices,” he probably would have heard about it  “I’m an open book” he just wouldn’t tell him that he was a werewolf, he didn’t know if the other was a supernatural. “Really? You poor thing, that must be hard, your secret is safe with me”

Maybe it was the drink he had almost finished, but the comment about kitten sacrificers made him laugh wholeheartedly. “You really think there’s underground cat rituals going on in every town? Man, the people I take out sometimes.” He smiled over the brim of his glass. “Open book, huh? Alright how about this one. What kind of music are you into, Jason?” He swirled around the ice in his now empty glass, “I’m a radio DJ, so I’m always interested in what people think is good.” 

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artcmisxashcr:

Artemis was not in the mood to deal with anything living that she wasn’t somehow related to -either by blood or by choice- but the guy seemed harmless enough and a small voice in the back of her head -that sounded oddly like Cat- was telling her not to be rude. Although it was technically too late for that, she figured there was no need to add to the discourtesy of having drowned him in books. So she made sure to secure all books in her bag, just in case, and turned to face him. “I’m not entirely sure if you’ve noticed, but your ‘clever witticisms’ have yet to actually get you anywhere, so why the thought of continuing with them seemed clever at all, is beyond me,” she quipped, before taking a step forward. “If your question has anything to do with….this.” she said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the mess of books, “then I’d prefer it be asked elsewhere.”

Youssef lolled his head to the side and looked at Artemis, “Do they have to get me somewhere? It’s more fun. Trust me, the last thing this town needs is another brooding dude who seems like he’s kinda insulting you even when he isn’t.” His lips twitched into a smile, “Which I wasn’t doing to you by the way. In fact that book thing was impressive. I usually can’t move more than one at a time.” His eyes followed her gesture to the cluttered floor around them. Considering he’d rather not be around when someone came to yell at them about the mess, he looked at the girl and started walking towards the entrance. Did anyone actually ever even checkout the books? He doubted it. Everyone just took them for awhile. He continued through the library until he was just in front of the door. Youssef prepared his umbrella, the sound of rain hitting the glass already evident from where they were. “Alright here comes the question you so graciously offered to answer...” He unlatched the umbrella and rested it against his shoulder, “How are you?”

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asaxltermatt:

the encounter seemed like dull entertainment to the boy. if he had expected such, he would have stayed home. “trust me – “ asa began as he tucked the book under his arm. “that wouldn’t have occurred. i don’t touch strange objects.” he stated in indication to the other. it could have been seen as a lie as the other played around with strange objects near hourly. those objects weren’t strange to him. they were normal to himself. “i do know. you can’t expect to just believe that’s how easy-going it occurred. it’d be illogical. the human race isn’t capable at leaving it be at such fluff. why exactly do you want this book?”

He nodded in amusement at the younger man’s biting comments. Now less interested in the book, he leaned against the bookshelf and looked at the other. “Strange huh?” He opened his palm and examined it, “I’m surprised you’d say that since you’re the owner of the very same types of strange objects...” The skin of Youssef’s hands were always decorated with at least a few magic burns and calluses from when he tried to cast with something other than his own hand and gripped it too tightly. “Maybe I’m seeing things, but the marks I saw on your hand when you reached out reek of magic use.” He held up his palm to the other, “Want to compare?”

He crossed his arms over his chest again at Asa’s question. “I like witches, what can I say? And you? Why do you want that book?” 

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jacesilva:

Knowing the wind was unnatural but familiar Jace probably could have stopped it but she let the book fall before turning to face him. “Do you smell that? I think it’s the smell of lies,” Jace retorted and with a flick of her wrist his pants ignited in fire. “Oh no it’s just your pants,” she added as she grabbed the book from where it lay, her own hand now engulfed in a maintained flame that would burn what she wanted and keep her skin and the book unburned. Just like the fire on his pants would burn the fabric but not his skin. She was distracting him not attacking. “Do you always go around flaunting your powers in public? I mean that’s either very bold or very stupid.”

It was always only a matter of time in Fallcrest before you found out that the stranger you were talking to was also supernatural. That wasn’t the surprising part. The surprising part was goddamn fire control. He’d actually never been able to get the hang of that one. Opening his mouth to mention this fact, Youssef stopped himself. Maybe stopping their library duel was less important than seeing what this witch could really do. The smell of burning caught his attention, eyes darting down at the realization that his pants were definitely still on fire. He quickly patted them down with a dispelling charm in his palm, managing to singe his fingertips a bit in the process because of his lack of experience in that particular school of magic. “Bold? I might just take that as a compliment if you’re not careful, stranger. In fact I’d say you’re looking a little...” Raising his now slightly ashen fingertips, he snapped his fingers as he cast an illusion spell which appeared to tint the woman’s skin a deep emerald, “...green with envy.” 

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angelitoxbautista:

“And why not?” With the book still in his hand, Angelito added it to the collection he had been starting to compiling in his arms. A little bit of light reading when he didn’t have an appointment or a class. Just something to do while his dogs ran about in the park despite his urge to stay at home instead. “I believe this is for the public so for what reason am I not allowed to take this for myself?”

“Oh nobody told you?” Youssef put a hand under his chin in perplexity. “I actually usurped this property via a pretty brutal civil war.” He shrugged with a grin, “Guess I’m king of the library now, sorry public. Your precious isocracy is over.” It was around this time that the growing stack of literature the other man had collected caught his attention. There had to be some sort of good reason for having more than one book in your hands at once. Youssef pointed towards it and then gestured toward the stack of books under his own arm. “Hey it looks like we’re both doing some heavy reading. I’ll tell you what, you tell me what your research is about and King of the Library will free you from his rein.” 

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asaxltermatt:

it was very much likely that asa had stumbled to the library out of pure boredom. his house didn’t contain any books other than hardbacks worded with plenty of ritual directions, spells, and other information his grandmother had harbored over her life span. not much for reading in his daily life, it was a true sign of boredom. as the blond male took the book off the shelf, his eyes ignore the unfamiliar other in front of him. it was natural instinct to ignore the other’s notion and turn on his heels to leave — but with the words left out in open air, asa replied with a manner of lack of emotion and no concern. “so your common want or need for this book means i can’t have it? sounds some-what irrational to me. unfortunately for you, you should have been quicker.”

Youssef smiled to himself, not expecting his interjection to met with such glibness. No one in Fallcrest was normal enough for a one word response, he supposed. “But if I would have been quicker, we might have done the whole ‘we both reach out at the same time and now we have have a hand full of eachother’s hands’ Now as much as I like holding hands with strange boys in libraries, I really didn’t rush because I didn’t know a book on the history of Fallcrest Witches was such a hot commodity.” He put his hand under his chin in thought before letting his gaze sweep back over the other curiously, “You know all that stuff about witch trials is just a buncha fluff, right?” 

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alyssazhou:

Libraries had never been at the top of Alyssa’s favorite places to be. They were too quiet, too stuffy in her opinion. At least, that had been how she’d felt as a witch. Now that she was a vampire she’d learned to appreciate the quiet and even books, as strange as that seemed. She hadn’t even really noticed the man until after she’d already grabbed a book and planned to leave. Spinning on her heels to face him, her brows rose. “I can’t, huh? And why is that?”

He blinked at her in surprise, “Oh you didn’t know? It’s illegal in Fallcrest to take a book from a dude who also wanted it. I’m not surprised you don’t know. Not everyone knows the law like me.” He ran a hand through his hair and smiled, “It’s also a crime to be this good looking. And you better watch out because you’re in danger of that second one too.” It took Youssef a second to remember that having fun banters with strangers was not actually the reason he had come here...even though it was much more fun. “Yo, I actually do need that book though. So if you could just pass that nasty thing right over this way.”

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drjessicang:

“I just figured that people would make a small fuss if they wanted to read the same book, rather than wait for someone to finish - however long it might take. “ She shrugged, “Then what are all those books for if they’re not meant for research. Interesting choice for casual reading if that was the case.” She chuckled, “I prefer to make notes when doing my research - although I’ve been told that I’m quite excessive when doing so so I don’t think I’m the best person for you to ask.” Jessica was a perfectionist, even her notes had to be aesthetically appealing as they were practical. 

“Lucky for both of us, I actually don’t want to read. Ever.” He chuckled, leaning leisurely against the one of the shelves. “I’m trying to dig up some answers to question about the town. Usually Google has my back on stuff like this, unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be viable with time around. After about two decades of avoiding the mighty ink and paper,” He held out his arms, “Here I am.” He scanned the shelf across from him in thought, it’d suck to have this seemingly intelligent person leave when he had the opportunity to learn from talking to someone rather than struggling with all this research. “Ehh I don’t know, you actually seem like a pretty good person to ask stuff. Oh hey I’m Youssef by the way.” He held out his hand to her, “How about you leave with the book and I get to ask you some of my research questions? Unless you don’t know much about Fallcrest, I can’t really blame you for that. Neither does Google, apparently.” 

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jacesilva:

Sliding the book off the shelf Jace had already turned away when the man spoke and she let out a low laugh. “Finders keepers,” Jace muttered not even bothering to turn back to him and just continuing her way to the front desk in order to check out the book.

He watched in shock as the stranger sauntered away, completely uninterested in the fact that anyone had tried to stop her. There was no way the most important book on his list was getting away so easily. In hindsight, he probably should have found it before anything else, but hindsight was 20/20 and it was too late for that. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he did his best to conjure as strong of a wind from the west as he could. For once, it was strong enough to actually knock the book from her hands and go clattering on the floor. He crossed his arms with a smirk, “Huh. Funny. I guess the floor found it. It gets to keep it now, right? Those were the rules, you said em’ yourself” 

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addieroy:

Adelaide blinked, the lights suddenly flickering above her. On any other person, it would make a convincing display of some-sort of curse…unfortunately for them both, this was Adelaide; a woman hell-bent on ignoring any signs of the supernatural what-so-ever. “I hope Hades is hot,” she replied coolly, the only thing she managed to get out before books started flying out from the shelf beside them. “Huh,” Adelaide laughed, “Do you have some sort of a mechanism back there? Awfully far to go for a book.” Unless this was a usual thing for him, which it might as well have been. “Firstly, I don’t believe in curses or Hades or whatever crap we were talking about. And secondly, you’re not the most handsome guy here. I just walked past Charlie Chaplin’s biography over there and let me tell you–he’s got a lot more going for him.” Adelaide sighed, “Listen kid, your pranks are great, keep them on the YoopToobs next time.”

He laughed authentically at the woman’s quick tongue. Maybe getting your book stolen wasn’t so bad when it got you gems like these. The lights evened out their flickering and Youssef rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I mean Charlie’s definitely got his style right, but the mustache.” His hand moved from his chin to cover his top lip with a finger, “Isn’t it a little too Adolf to not be distracting in bed? I mean I know everyone has their thing but damn. That’d be a weird one.” He examined her utterly unphased expression. His first thought would of course be that she was also born with some type of supernatural ability and therefore didn’t care about his dumb jokes. The idea sort of went out the window when she suggested what he was doing was some sort of elaborate grab at a prank video youtube. Now that he thought about it though...that wouldn’t be a bad-never mind. “I’m gonna take a stab in the dark here and guess you’re not excited for halloween?” He smiled, “If we make a deal that you walk away with the book, would you mind telling me what kinda business you have with an account of Fallcrest history, anyway? Typically it seems like I’m the only one using this section.”

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artcmisxashcr:

Artemis couldn’t help but be taken aback by the open display of magic. Either this guy really didn’t give a shit if she was a Hunter or was far too stupid to think about the consequences of his actions. Regardless, Artie wasn’t really in the mood to lecture anyone on the dangers of open magic use in a public space, and if he wanted to use his magic then two could play this game. After all, what were books but bound mounds of paper that were for the most part, once organic matter. Without even bothering to turn around, the faerie gave a flick of her wrist and all of the books on the shelf opposite the guy came flying at him, knocking him down, and effectively breaking his concentration. Artie just stepped up to catch her book as it fell, before throwing back, “Have some light reading, mate.”

Nothing killed the perceived humor of your own jokes like someone significantly better at magic than you throwing that joke at your head. With a painful clatter, the man stumbled back against the rigid bookshelf on the other side of the aisle before losing his balancing completely and falling on his ass. After a second of regaining his full perception of the situation, he looked down at the book that had landed in his lap. Youssef examined its spine before cracking it open, “Robert Frost, huh? How romantic.” Shaking his head with an impressed smile, he stood up and crossed his arms. The book was the least of his fascination now. Was crabby book woman a witch? Something else? It was almost impossible for Youssef to know considering his utter lack of exposure of other supernaturals on top of his inability to sense the magic of his own kind. The man put up his hands  “My next clever witticism was going to be saying that you could keep the book...but I see you already intended to do that part on your own. You hardly need me telling you that you can. Now that you’ve stopped to deal with my anyways, I do have a question though. Unless you wanted to throw something else real quick first.” 

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addieroy:

Adelaide rarely ever wanted anything desperately…except when she suddenly couldn’t have something. She tried to tell herself that it was a very human response, but even she knew that at the end of the day it was just selfish. “Hm,” she whipped around, “Is it cursed? Did I pick up the haunted book? Oh poor me, this always happens.” She smiled, “excuse me, I have to go draw some pentagrams and light some candles and sacrifice a book.” She inched towards the checkout counter; egging the man on, daring him to stop her.

This library was always filled with the feistiest people. There was like a 50 percent chance it was built on an ancient fighting ground and everyone’s inner warrior came out when they entered, Youssef included. He let his face go pale with terror as he looked at the other. “ You’re not too far off with that whole cursed thing...” He warned cautiously, using a quick light manipulation spell to cause the lights to flicker. “I think Hades is about to materialize and call us both assholes.” He dropped the scared look and laughed, commanding a few books to fly off the shelf beside them. “Uh oh he’s pissed now. I think the only way to calm him down is to let me have the book and also maybe call me the most handsome guy in the library.” 

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artcmisxashcr:

With everything that had been happening over the last few days, the only thing that kept her mind from wandering far too deep into the rabbit hole of the things she had set herself out to do, was to remember that through it all she still had class. The last thing she wanted was for that bastard to also cost her 4.0 GPA to drop on top of everything else. So instead of taking advantage of the evening off from cleaning after other people, she was in the library gathering up the books she’d need for her next essay. Just as her hand went to wrap around the spine of the heard the voice call out to her, but all she managed in response was “Says who?” before taking the book anyway and continuing on in the direction she intended.

The irreverent response to his words was enough to make his eyebrows raise. Who knew the library bred this sort of every man for himself attitude. Maybe all the children shows that said knowledge is power was right and these things contained some forbidden knowledge. In her rush, the stranger dropped one of her other books, which Youssef immediately took notice of. Using one of the few telekinetic spells he knew, he levitated it in front of her and made it open and close as if it were talking. “Says the guy who just took your other book captive. Ahhh help me. Don’t let him keep me he’s eviiil.” 

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drjessicang:

“Wow.” She chuckled as she approached the same shelf, “Never thought one would just simply walk away just because someone else wanted the book. Guess they weren’t in need for it.” She glanced over at the title of the book and then over to his list, “Are you prepping for something? That’s a lot of study material.”

“If a natural denizen of the library thinks so, maybe it’s too much.” He smirked at the pile of books under his arm before taking half of them in his free hand and slipping them into a space on the shelf in front of them. “I’ll be real with you, I’ve got zero idea how to research. I dropped out of college.” Youssef shrugged at the woman who seemed to know a hell of a lot more about library etiquette than he did. “Do you know anything about conducting research? Or maybe we’re both just here to make the library look a little prettier.”  

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moonchildjason:

Jason couldn’t help but let out a small laugh because of the other’s words, he could come off as a little awkward when it came to people he didn’t know, because he didn’t play around with them, when it was someone he knew, he usually just joked around, but due to the fact that he was shy, he didn’t feel that comfortable with someone right away. He was a playful person, and once people started to get to know him, could see that. “Who knows, maybe I will think differently, everyone does have a different taste after all” he said with a small smile. “Not really, I live here since I was sixteen years old, so it’s been a while. Really? I think everywhere have people that have secrets, no?”

“People everywhere do have secrets, but they’re usually more ‘I have a secret boyfriend.’ and less ‘I eat people and sacrifice kittens.’“ He smiled at Jason behind the rim of his glass. “I don’t think they actually do that, but boy they sure do like to make you think so.” He looked up from the conversation, noting the two guys in leather jackets leaning against the back wall of the bar. The perfect example of the mysterious type of people that could be found everywhere in town. “Maybe if I get you drunk enough we’ll see if you’re more secret boyfriend or kitten sacrifice, eh?” You clinked his glass against the other’s. “I’ll give you a secret of mine first, I’m allergic to most animals. Don’t use that information for evil, okay?”