#psychic au

[a-lost-crow]

Psychic AU sketches/drawings along with some more notes about the AU

CW a bit of murder mentioned

If y'all are new, there are some things to know

Eddie has white hair and has moved to a neighborhood full of psychics!

There are 2 types of psychics. Regular Psychics and Ghost Psychics (also known as Espers)

Espers have a streak of colored hair

Eddie has always been a mystery ever since he came to the neighborhood

Whenever he gets asked about his past he often doesn't know how to respond to that

He would only recall what happened 10 years ago but not 10 months ago

And it's not just the memory loss

People often recalled seeing him

Or hearing about him in the news

Wally claimed that he talked to him before he moved in

And Eddie would randomly get cold, even if it's in the summer

He tries to ignore it as he talks to the current residents

Mostly Frank as they're as much as a mystery as to him

Frank finds Eddie and Julie as a reliever to talk to

As he's trying to uncover a stressful mystery about recent murder cases

Below here is an infodump about the Esper stuff

Espers can see ghosts

And there's a job that revolves in giving services to ghosts before they fade away

Which I'll call Spectral Helpers for this AU. People who work there are called spectralists

Spectralists have different methods to helping ghosts

Because their powers are different and can't be done the same way

There is no specific uniform as they can wear whatever they want

As long as they are wearing some outerwear to show professionalism (and for legal reasons)

They can change outerwear whenever they want

Though they have to pay $100 to change it

Wally, being the extra guy he is, will change it often with no thought

[slippinmickeys]

Madam Scully’s Spiritual Services, Inc. (5/?)

He still wasn’t certain why he’d walked into the fortune teller’s shop. He was sure however, about why he’d stayed long enough for a reading.

It had been a blisteringly hot day at Quantico, one in which they were running outside, and one of the few nights the cadets had off, allowed to leave the Marine Base where they were housed and trained. Everyone had been close to heat stroke when they finished their five miles, Mulder included, but to him, a night out drinking with his classmates held little appeal. His plan, such as it had been, was to grab something to eat and study for the upcoming Legal II exam — a test even seasoned attorneys sometimes failed — but every restaurant he passed looked less appealing than the one before it. Until he saw the sign for El Compadre. A few tacos and a cold coke were just the thing.

But when he got out of his old Land Rover to head into the taqueria, he’d glanced into the window of the fortune teller’s shop next door and had seen the woman sitting behind the counter, her head bent low as though she were reading. Even through the grimy window, her hair shone like polished copper, and her skin was dewy with sweat. He was intrigued by her rather than struck dumb and had paused outside, reading the smattering of signs in the window. “Heal your past, learn your future” said one. “Walk-ins welcome,” said another. Well, he was a walk-in. And he did just that.

The inside was fusty and warm, an oscillating fan in the corner moving around a thick, stolid breeze. The decor inside was all kitsch, its shelves filled with new age crap; crystals and geodes, and lots of purple and black velvet. And when the woman looked up? The ice cave blue of her eyes fixing on him, well…

She led him through the door now, the night not nearly as uncomfortably hot as it had been the first time, and they were met by a taller, willowy woman who Mulder assumed was the “real” Madam Scully. She was a couple of years older than Dana, her hair a darker auburn. She wore bangles on her wrists, and a flowy, flower print dress over a white capped-sleeve tee shirt.

Dana inclined her head. “My sister,” she said.

The woman gave him a frank, penetrating look.

“Madam Scully, I presume?” Mulder said, holding out a hand.

“Melissa,” she said, putting a limp four fingers in his grasp, which he shook clumsily.

“This is Fox Mulder,” said Scully, looking between them a little awkwardly.

“Ah,” Melissa said. “So you’re the guy who brought the spirits into my shop and then left without paying.”

Mulder gave her a chagrined look. “I have rectified the latter,” he said. “But hoping you could help me with the former.”

Melissa stared hard at her sister before turning back to him.

“No,” she said firmly.

He and Scully both said “What?” at the same time.

Melissa sighed. “I’m happy to act as an advisor,” she said. “To both of you. But this spirit didn’t come to me. She came to you.” She turned to Scully. “And you . I am not a part of this triad.”

“But-“ Scully started, but Melissa held up a hand, and turned back to Mulder.

“Someone wants to communicate with you. You need to decide if you’re ready and willing to hear what they have to say. You may not like it.”

“And you,” she said, turning back to her sister and letting what Mulder assumed to be frustration leach into her voice. “You can’t dabble in this world while looking down your nose at it. You may not believe in these spirits, Dana, but one of them certainly believes in you.”

Scully paled and Melissa’s tone took on a more sympathetic bent. “We’ve been through so much.” She reached forward and put a delicate hand on Scully’s cheek. “You tried to pass through this door when Mom and Dad died, and now it’s standing wide open. Are you able to walk through it now?”

Melissa looked steadily at both of them and then turned and walked into the back of the shop, leaving them standing awkwardly in the small lobby. Scully looked shaken, stiff, and Mulder wanted to reach out to touch her, but didn’t dare.

He was about to open his mouth to say something but Scully’s quiet voice came first.

“She’s right,” she said, finally looking up at him. “I did try to talk to them. Our parents. I wanted to know if they… I wanted to know what happened to them. I wanted justice.”

He nodded at her.

“All I got was silence.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the shop.

He gave her a moment and then followed. She had walked back out to the picnic table, and was sitting at it, looking small and dejected.

Mulder gingerly slid in next to her.

“That must have been hard,” he said. He could picture her in the little back room, desperate to reconnect just one more time. He was certainly familiar with the impulse. It was why he was here in the first place.

“It was,” she said. “But I know you’ve been through something similar.” She leaned her shoulder into his. “When you think about it,” she went on. “We both just want answers.”

Mulder nodded, sighed. “Yeah,” he said, the wheels in his head turning.

He turned to her after a moment.

“I don’t know what to make of all this,” he said. “And I don’t know what’s going to happen. But what if…”

When he trailed off, she looked up. Her eyes were watery, but wide and bright. It took him a moment to remember what he was going to say.

“I’ve been assigned to work in VICAP,” he said. “When I graduate in a couple of weeks. That’s the violent crimes unit at the Bureau. And I was thinking… Maybe we could get answers for each other.”

“How?” She wanted to know.

A frog in the knot of trees across the street began to make its nighttime noises. He took in her profile; her delicate chin, her Roman nose, and inhaled deeply, the smell of hot tar and cumin thick in the air.

“If you’re willing to help me talk to my sister…” She gave him a dubious look, but didn’t stop him. “I’m willing to bet I can get my hands on the casefile from your parents' deaths. Maybe there’s something in there the police missed.”

Her eyebrows rose slowly.

“So you want to make a deal, is that it?”

For a brief moment he was thinking yes, if that means I can see you again. But instead, he said:

“A mutually beneficial arrangement.” He smiled at her. “I have the resources and expertise to help you, and… Well, you have the same for me.”

“So it’s a business arrangement?” she asked. Did he detect a hint of disappointment in her voice?

“If you like,” he said.

She thought about it for a moment, licked her lips, then stuck out her hand for a handshake.

“Okay,” she said. Her grip was strong, firm, the opposite of her sister’s. “You have a deal, Mulder.”

[gale-gentlepenguin]

What if Marinette had mind-reading powers? (that some people (Marinette Salters) demand her to have)

So a what if Marinette is psychic?

F*** it, if the show can have random superheroes without a miraculous. Marinette can be psychic.

-Marinette always was sensitive to people’s intentions. It was almost as if she could read minds.

-That’s because she could.

-Now, I am going to assume that everything is basically the same up to Origins, except with the following differences

1. Marinette has always been able to read minds and has been avoiding getting close to people because of it (adding to the personal reason of her no friends)

2. Her parents know she can read minds and are mindful of her. Worrying and all that

3. When someone is transformed with the miraculous, the magic of the kwami’s magic prevents their minds from being read. Because the kwami can’t expose identities, so it makes sense to have a mental block. (This doesnt extend to akumatized people or sentimonsters UNLESS they are using a miraculous)

4. Marinette has lived her life with the powers and managed to find a way to minimize it. So the only persons mind she reads is the one she is directly looking at (which is why she tries to avoid looking at people)

-Marinette knows Chloe hates her and knows that Chloe’s home life is… well she knows the issues and feels more sympathy than anger. But still doesn’t like Chloé much.

-She has her encounter with Fu and his thought (she past) was weird but she didn’t dwell on it.

-Marinette befriends Alya and reading her mind figures out she is really good hearted. So she trusts her, but tries not to pry too much in her mind.

-Like in canon Marinette gets the ladybug miraculous, and she becomes ladybug.

-She meets chat noir and for the first time ever, she can’t read his mind. It was shocking. She tried not to dwell on it, but it through her off. Thankfully chat noir was there and helped her snap out of it.

-They beat stoneheart similar to the first time, but Ladybug is just as much impacted by meeting someone she couldn’t read. It scared her, yet excited her.

-Marinette’s first encounter with Adrien actually isn’t negative, since she can read minds, she knows he didn’t put the gum on her seat and was trying to remove it.

-Marinette thanks him, and Adrien felts understood for the first time in a long time.

-Marinette doesn’t pay too much kind to him, more focused on the cat boy she couldn’t really read.

-Adrien decides to try and befriend Marinette.

-Marinette does go through her hero crisis and it’s after getting the ladybug back and hearing chat noir’s motivation that even though she couldn’t read his mind, felt as genuine as thoughts. It moved her and motivated her.

-they beat stoneheart again and chat noir is impressed. But part of him still focused on that girl he met at school.

-It was rainy when Adrien approached Marinette. He was nervous and Marinette could tell. Fortunately, Marinette could read his intent. She agrees to be his friend, and that it’s okay to be nervous. She knows he has a good heart, and that she hopes he can get more experience with life outside of modeling.

-Adrien was thunderstruck. He gave her the umbrella, and thanked her.

-Marinette blushed, because she may have caught a lingering thought of him thinking she was pretty when laughing.

[jellythefrogjournal]

The four main Wally aus I’ve made! Theres still three more to go and plus two other upcoming ones ^^

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is a psychic who goes to a college with a haunted theater, and rarely goes to the plays, but keeps getting harassed by a ghost, Person B, who always watches the plays and bugs Person A to post their reviews of the college’s plays online.

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Oracle twins au: background on the twins powers

{The powers just showed up randomly when the twins were five, Turns out it runs in their family, but it skipped over their mom, they learned more from a distant great uncle named Ivar and his deceased twin sister Edith.]

Emmet

Can see bad things before they happen.

Has some control over his ability, like he can decide if he wants to see whatever tragedy destiny has cooked up for some poor shmuck or even Emmet himself. 

Has learn to put up a temporary mental block to keep premonitions at bay for a while. 

Despises his ability, as it's a constant crappy reminder, that life's a bitch and people suck.

Gets stress headaches or nose bleeds sometimes.

When he was child Emmet had little to no control over what visions he saw and would have night terrors over it... Actually, he still has night terrors from time to time, but has since accepted them as a part of him.

Got in trouble a lot as child, cos he would tell random people their spouses were cheating on them. Or tell them how they were going to die.

He was envious of Ingo's visions growing up, which caused a bit of tension between the twins, but has since gotten over it after meeting a relative with similar powers.

Lost his ability briefly while going through puberty, he couldn't see visions anymore. But Emmet did somehow develop the ability to feel peoples emotions... but to his dismay the visions returned when he turned 19.

Knew Ingo was going to go missing one day, but didn't know how he was going to go missing, the fear and guilt drives Emmet a little nuts! Cos what was the point of having these visions if he couldn't save his own brother?

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Ingo

Can see good things before they happen.

Also has a good handle on how and when the visions occur, though he leaves his mental guard down and doesn't keep it up as much as Emmet does, Which Ingo finds a bit unsettling.

Admits he doesn't like his ability, as it tends to take all the wonder and excitement out of life.

Also suffers headaches or nose bleeds sometimes.

Ingo's visions would also get him in trouble as a child as he would tell other kids what their parents are getting them for their birthdays, or ruin birth announcements or wedding proposals.

He also had trouble keeping his visions under control as a child, But he wishes he could've switched powers with Emmet when he saw just how much his little brother struggled when they were kids, But after meeting their great uncle, Ingo's come to accept his abilities as a part of his life.

He can see bad things too...Sort of? I.E. Some dude is having an affair, while his wife is away! Technically their classified as good...For the jackass that’s cheating, but from an outsiders point of view and moral stand point? It's pretty shitty.

Also briefly loses his ability while going through puberty. However, Ingo developed the ability to read minds for a bit, before his visions returned when he and Emmet turned 19.

Loses his ability again when he got yeeted in to Hisui, but slowly regains it over time. The first vision Ingo gets is of his family welcoming him home.

[auideas]

Silver Glass AU

Mirrors have always terrified Character A as long as they can remember. Their first memory led them to the small mirror inside their mother’s jewelry box where they made silly faces to pass the time. One moment, they looked away when they heard a thump from the other room, and the next when they looked back, eyes that weren’t their own stared back at them from the other side of the mirror. 

They haven’t looked into a mirror since -- at least, not until a few months after their 16th birthday. During their permit test, they glanced at their instructor hesitantly before adjusting the side and rearview mirrors. A quick glance into the rearview revealed the impossible: Character A’s dead body thrown into the road from a crashed vehicle, eyes dead and wide open, staring back. 

Needless to say, Character A threw themselves from the parked car in horror. Scrying was supposed to skip their generation, but it seemed they weren’t as lucky as they had hoped.

[chunkowitz-too]

I know its cringe but thought it would be fun to combine preg! S with his sfw counterpart’s story. So here’s a psychic AU! Story below read more

So S has a extremely rare mutation that gives him telepathic and telekinetic powers. These powers are dormant until a person experiences an extremely powerful emotion, for S, this was discovering that he was pregnant. Almost immediately he realized that he could move things with his mind and faintly hear people’s thoughts. What is remarkably unique about S is that there had been no cases of a psychic becoming pregnant before him since people with his mutations have almost always been sterile. It wasn’t long until the wrong people got wind of this, and started hunting him down, believing that S is the key to harnessing and weaponizing the psychic gene.

S spends this story trying to evade this Institution that wishes to turn him and his child into weapons for war. During this journey he begins to hone his psychic skills, and shows potential to maybe be the strongest psychic the world has ever seen

[ronni-right]

i wanna know more about daemyra psychic au 😮 did daemon taught her how to control her powers?

I think it's mostly uncontrollable. But they can concentrate and see past for Daemon part, and future for Rhaenyra’s part, it takes a lot of concentration so he teaches her that. As well as how to behave after her visions.

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Knock You Down!!

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Queen tries to get to Kris with some psychological torment, but Kris pushes through, and the Fun Gang wins! Berdly is also recruited to the team...for better or for worse!

Aaaand yay, this part's all done! Definitely one of the most complex so far, but also satisfying to do a real boss battle!

[u3pxx]

In a roughly parallel universe, Demon Aziraphale tempts Angel Crowley to a little vacation, and they find their way to a bookshop in a familiar place inhabited by familiar faces. Crowley (both of them) would like to stop this nonsense before it can start, but Aziraphale's curiosity wins out, and they spend a day together that ends up being loaded with little revelations (but not, thankfully, any Revelations).

HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT @contritecactite WROTE A FIC ABOUT THE BAD OMENS SPOUSES MEETING THE GOOD OMENS SPOUSES THAT MADE ME EXPLODE A LOT LOT?! 🤍🖤💥

anyway, thanks again to elle for writing this and to koi for giving some painful name lore to these nerds because i genuinely can't express how GRAGHARGGH this made me! i swear i've been rereading it for like a billion times already bc it's just that good and charming!

i'm gonna put some bonus messy doodles of the fic and other things below the cut! :^] i'm also thinking about putting this up on my inprnt shop too but i'm not sure, tell me if you want it there or smth pftt

like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

i know i didn't go with the usual angel and demon color schemes show gomens has to offer bc i think these two are just disruptive like that pftt <3 but i was curious to know what they'd look like so here's a comparison gif i whipped up when i was in the flat colors stage of drawing this pftt

AND THIS ONE. oh im insane im normal im [static noise]

there are a lot more moments i wanna draw trust me but this one does make me laugh bc i want to leave angel crowley and angel aziraphale in a room and see what happens. their dynamic, i'm obsessed with it DFGHD

and here's the link to the fic again bc if you managed to get down here without reading it first, then what are you doing!

[a-lost-crow]

Psychic AU doodles

Eddie tries to tag along to Frank’s job as he’s interested in their occupation. Then proceeds to get cold. He tries to ignore it and shivers for Frank. Shenanigans ensue and they became unlikely friends

Afterwards, Frank starts to infodump to Julie about his new friend. And Julie is kind of piecing together things she remembered Wally talking about.

[slippinmickeys]

Madam Scully’s Spiritual Services, Inc. (1/?)

Okay kids, I’m posting the first five chapters of this for Halloween. No idea when I’ll have more. You can thank the Merlot I had on Saturday.

Aunt Olive had the Sight, at least that’s what everyone in her family claimed. Melissa had been obsessed with the idea of inheriting it, from even before Dana could remember, and was constantly carrying around a deck of tarot cards or I Ching, offering up readings to whoever she could pin down.

Dana thought it was ridiculous. Once a person died, their body broke down and nourished the earth and their soul rose up to nourish the heavens. And honestly, she still wasn’t sure about that last part. But the idea that the dead could reach out and communicate with the living - through a human medium no less - was farcical. She was agnostic about the idea as a child and was now a hardened skeptic. But belief structures change, as do you when people come into your lives. Still, Belief? That was Missy’s thing. Not hers.

The irony that Dana found herself working as a diviner in her sister’s fortune teller shop was immense.

It had all started innocently enough. Missy’s shop sat in between a taqueria and a dry cleaners in a strip mall outside of the District - the only place whose rent she could afford. Dana had moved in with her when their parents had passed away suddenly two years before, Dana’s sophomore year of college. Missy had been adamant that Dana continue her studies, if that’s what she wanted to do, and she helped Dana with tuition and books as much as she could. All she asked was that Dana help out in the shop now and then, manning the phones and handling the scheduling, and occasionally sitting up front to greet walk-ins. It was the absolute least Dana could do, and she was happy to help her sister out. They had leaned on each other that first year, orphaned as they were. Dana maybe thought that what her sister did was ridiculous, but it put a roof over their heads and food on their table, and kept Dana at university; her eye to a microscope, her nose in a book, the only place she felt truly alive.

It had been a Tuesday evening, one of their slowest times, and Melissa had popped over to the taqueria to pick them up dinner while Dana studied at the front counter. Only a few minutes after Melissa had left, a bevy of twenty-something women came tittering into the front of the shop, dressed in sequins and high heels, clutching tightly to each other and smelling of booze. They wanted a palm reading “or maybe some of that medium shit” (their words) for their friend, the drunkest of the lot, who they shoved to the fore, listing slightly off balance and wearing a sash emblazoned with the word ‘BRIDE’ across the front. Would she have a happy marriage? they wanted to know. How many babies would she have? Was her husband-to-be possessed of a straight and generous member (not their words)? Dana had explained that Madam Scully wasn’t in, but if they wanted to wait twenty minutes or so, she would be back and would be happy to do a reading.

They agreed, but not ninety seconds into their tenure in the lobby, they’d broken a decorative crystal and knocked over a lamp and Scully ushered them into the curtained room in the back and offered to do the reading herself, just to get them out of there.

And she found that she was good at it. Fortune-telling, as far as Dana was concerned anyway, wasn’t about reading the spirit world, it was about reading the person. A lot could be gleaned about people just by observing them, and Dana assured the bride that her husband would be good and true, and so would his dick. She’d told the tall brunette girl that she would be soon getting a promotion and the quiet blond one that her boyfriend was bad news - the finger-shaped bruises on her arms telling Dana everything she needed to know. The women were thrilled (mainly that Dana had convinced Candice to dump her boyfriend) and effusive in their praise, and tipped almost a hundred dollars before teetering out and into a waiting limo. Melissa had walked in just as they were handing Dana the cash, and her sister announced that anytime she wanted or needed to make some extra money, she should feel free to take on as many clients as she cared to.

And, having decided that med school was in her future, Dana Scully, lacking the Sight of their departed Aunt Olive, but knowing how to read a person, had done just that.

XxXxXxXxXxX

It was oppressively hot, even for the Capitol in mid-summer, the air in the shop as if it were a solid entity filling the space, the rattling window A/C unit puffing along like an out of shape jogger, unable to keep up.

Dana had her hair pulled up messily in a clip, a damp ring of sweat under each arm, the tank top she wore clinging uncomfortably. She wanted the credits, but had decided to take the summer off of school to study for the MCATs, and had her materials spread out before her on the shop’s countertop, the pages fluttering limply every time the oscillating fan in the corner made its humming pass.

It had been slower than usual, the inhabitants of the Capitol opting to stay home instead of venturing out in the heat, and so Melissa had left early, leaving Dana to oversee the last hour or two of business, where she could study in relative peace.

Dana looked up from her work when the bell above the door gave a melodic ring, and she watched as a young yuppie walked in uncertainly, eyeing the gauche new age decor with a dubious moue of skepticism.

“We don’t have a public bathroom,” she informed the man before turning back to her studies. She expected to hear the door once again open and close, and when it didn’t, she glanced back up.

The guy was younger than she’d initially pegged him - maybe only a few years older than herself - and good looking, in a tall, nerd-ish way, his brown hair thick and a little unruly, his nose slightly too big for his face.

“It’s a good thing I don’t have to go,” he said, giving her a small smile.

“Sorry,” Dana said, sitting up and setting down her pencil. She reached for the scheduling book. “Did you have an appointment?”

“Ah, no,” he said, a little sheepishly, and then pointed toward the wall. “Your sign out there says walk-ins are welcome?”

“Yes,” she said, “they are.”

The guy put his hands in his pockets and took another look around, turning on his heel and nodding as though psyching himself up. So to speak.

“What kind of service are you looking for?”

“I um,” he began, blushing slightly, which Dana found charming, much to her own annoyance. “I’m not sure. What do you offer?”

“Normally, we offer tarot readings, palmistry, numerology, graphology, and occasionally offer medium services, but I’m afraid my sister is the one with the Sight, and she’s left for the night.”

“Ah,” the man said, looking at her directly, “so you’re not Madam Scully, then?”

“Sadly not,” Dana said. “We share a name, but not a gift.” His eyes were brown, she thought. No, green. Either way, they were giving her a look so acute that she felt the need to turn away. She resisted the urge.

“I’d be happy to make an appointment with her though, if you’re looking for a spiritual medium.”

“That’s not necessary,” he said, licking his lips. “This was more of an impulsive stop than a planned outing. I’m not even sure why I came in. I pulled into your parking lot thinking I would pick up some tacos, but found myself walking through your door instead.”

“Well,” Dana said, giving him a smile and an out, “don’t let me keep you from your dinner. The pollo is flavorless, but the carne asada is the best in the city.”

The man smiled, but didn’t turn to go, and instead, hands still buried deep in his pockets, shrugged at her. “I don’t want to have bothered you and wasted your time. How about a quick palm reading?”

Despite the heat, gooseflesh broke out on Dana’s arms. For some reason, the thought of touching the man’s skin, of holding and studying his hand brought out a feeling so uncomfortable, she didn’t dare try to name it.

“That’s not necessary. You didn’t waste my time. Go get your dinner.”

“Are you normally in the practice of turning away business when it comes to you?” he asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him, picking up on a bit of flirt. “Only when it walks through the wrong door.”

He grinned, which lifted the brown smudge of a mole on his cheek and crinkled his eyes. He pulled a hand from his pocket and held it up. “I promise it’s not hairy.”

Dana couldn’t help but snort a small laugh and stood from behind the counter.

“You wouldn’t prefer tarot?” She moved toward the back of the shop, and held open a heavy sweep of dark velvet curtain, inviting him inside. It was sure to be even more oppressively hot back there, but Missy would have her head if she found out she’d done a reading on the scratched glass countertop of the lobby, bent over two years worth of MCAT practice books.

The man stepped through the velvet opening. “You trying to upsell me?”

“Is it working?” she said, letting the curtain fall behind her.

He looked down at his hand, his smile faltering. “If my hand has a story to tell, I want to hear it.”

“Well,” Dana said, affecting a bad Eastern European accent. “Sit down, and I tell you all.”

The lighting in the back room was subdued, and as they each sat and pulled themselves closer to the small round table at its center, the candles in the middle of the table guttered and briefly gave off long curls of thick gray smoke.

“That’s a nice effect,” the man said, and Dana once again gave him a small smile, and then gently moved the candles off to the side. If he thought she had the wherewithal to monkey with a few candles for dramatic effect, let him.

“What’s your name?” Dana asked.

“You mean you don’t already know?” the man joked.

“Well, I’m not Madam Scully,” she answered and he had the decency to look abashed.

“Sorry,” he said. “You probably get that a lot.”

“I’m Dana,” she said, holding out a friendly hand for him to shake.

“I’m Fox,” he said, reaching out to firmly grasp her. Fox? “But you can call me Mulder.”

“Mulder?” giving his hand a shake. “You ready to get started?”

He was still holding her hand, and it was warm but dry, despite the stuffy temperature of the room, and she felt an odd little tingle at the base of her spine.

Mulder nodded, and she reached up with her other hand and turned his wrist, gently unfolding his hand and giving his palm a quick sweep with her thumb before turning it a bit toward the light of the candles.

Toward the top of his palm, under his pointer finger, she ran her finger over a small line. “See this line, here?” she said, and he leaned in to get a better look. “It tells me you’re hungry and craving Mexican cuisine.”

He chuffed a quiet laugh. “Oh, you’re good.”

Scully chanced a look at his eyes and smiled once again before turning back to his palm. He was harder to read than many of the people she’d served in the short time she’d been doing this, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to play the mentalist game with him, and so she thought back to the palmistry books that lined Missy’s shelves and stuck with the script of the craft, giving him a standard read.

When she set his hand gently on the table, the reading over, he left his hand sitting there face up, an odd look on his face.

“Can you,” he began, and then sighed, before speaking again. “Can you tell by looking at my hand about any siblings I might have?”

Dana clocked the odd way he asked the question, and reached forward to grasp his hand again. As she touched him, a cool current of air wafted through the room, causing the candles to gutter again.

“Guess your A/C is finally kicking on,” he said in relief.

Dana didn’t know how to respond, as the only A/C unit they had was up front in the lobby and surely couldn’t penetrate the heavy material that cloaked the room, and so she said nothing, bending her head down to look closely at the skin below his thumb.

“The lines of brothers and sisters,” she explained, feeling the need to fill the silence, “generate from the mount of Venus, here” she pointed, “and gradually move toward the region of Mars. The number of such lines denotes the number of siblings that a person will have. I see one.”

Mulder nodded and swallowed thickly. Dana kept talking.

“Generally palmists can recognize the lines of brothers and sisters separately. Out of all the lines of brothers and sisters, the deep and wide lines indicate the number of brothers, and comparatively, the faint and thin lines denote the number of sisters. The single line you have here is thin and faint. So, a sister.”

Dana sat up. There was more she could say, but the story that Mulder’s palm was telling seemed not to be a happy one, not that she really believed in any of this stuff. She wasn’t going to ruin the guy’s day when all he’d come in here for was the Taco Trio and a cold Mexican Coke.

“Is that all it tells you?” he asked her, his voice quiet.

“That’s all I see,” she lied, and squeezed his hand.

Mulder sighed heavily and pulled his hand back, adjusting the fit of his watch band, as he seemed to contemplate standing.

“Ask him about the red scarf,” said a voice right next to Dana, and she turned her head sharply, wondering who had walked into the room. She’d neglected to lock the front door which she normally did if she was working on her own in the shop and in the back with the client.

There was no one there. Mulder pushed his seat back and stood, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.

“Ask him about the red scarf!” came the voice more urgently this time, and the hair on the back of Dana’s neck stood on end. Mulder appeared not to have heard the voice, and looked over at her with a politely expectant smile.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Ask him! Now! ” the voice said, and the candles on the tables guttered yet again, the smoke the flickering produced rising up faster than it had any right to.

“Um,” Dana stuttered. Ten dollars , is what she was supposed to have said, but what came out instead was a hoarse whisper: “The red scarf.”

“What did you say?” Mulder said, looking startled.

Dana felt a compulsion stronger than any she had ever felt. “Ask him about the red scarf,” she said, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the candles on the table, all of them, went out at the same time.

She looked up to catch Mulder’s reaction to the odd series of events, but he was no longer there. She heard the bell above the door jingle, and by the time she got to the door to see where he had gone, the taillights of a ten year old Land Rover were bouncing out and away from the parking lot on an urgent chirp of squealing tires.

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Gwvtw

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ACNH AU but it’s just Chil as Tom Nook giving out lax loans to people in need with his half-foot guild, and his close friend Isabelle Marcille helping out and hanging around. Been playing ACNH and came to the realization that Tom Nook & Isabelle give Chil & Marcille energy, and immediately had to draw it…

Man wanted to retire early but still hasn’t stopped. What I want for post-canon Chilchuck is just for him to have Tom Nook energy fr fr

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All Souls’ Day & Broadcast Traffic Professionals Day & Practice Being Psychic Day

Person A is the entity in charge of the radio stations for ghosts and spirits and anyone who can tune into psychic radio waves. Person B is a seemingly normal human with the ability to tap in to such things, working as a detective, and who sets up a true crime podcast for ghosts where they can talk about their deaths and expose their murderers either from their own memory or with the help of Person B. But as Person B’s podcast becomes famous among the ghostly and psychic communities, Person A gets told by their superiors that Person B and their podcast is knocking fate out of balance, and Person A needs to block their podcast. But Person A is a fan of Person B’s podcast and decides to reach out to Person B, to teach them how to use amateur psychic radio for their podcast to continue off the official psychic radio.