divinityfrompain: (walking away from fire)
Julia Wicker ([personal profile] divinityfrompain) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2023-11-02 10:29 am

Do you love magic? Is it in your soul?

WHO: Julia Wicker and you!
WHAT: Catch-all for November
WHERE: Solvunn, Nocwich, Horizon
WHEN: Throughout November
WARNINGS: Nothing right now.





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righteously: (⁸ Aʙᴜsɪɴ' ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ)

[personal profile] righteously 2023-12-05 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
They're definitely a cult.

Dean snaps his fingers and points at her, declaring, "I knew it."

No matter how many times people from Solvunn insist they're totally not a cult, that's exactly the kind of thing a cultist would say. His pride at this victory immediately bleeds off his face, turning into a crumpled, low key disgust about the bird god lady ashes.

"Dude, seriously? That's, like... unnecessarily morbid. Why not just paint a big sign that says 'hey, we're M. Night level spooky'?"
righteously: take it if you want it — credit @righteously (¹⁰ Mʏ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ I ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴀʀ)

[personal profile] righteously 2023-12-14 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The flash of expression that runs across Dean's face looks very much like disgust, or revulsion. He's a man that doesn't like getting singled out at birthday parties, he doesn't like too many strangers being in his house at once. He's very selective with when he's comfortable being on the receiving end of attention. Being worshiped by a cult that you have to live with sounds like his actual nightmare.

"That's... that feels weird. That's weird. How many autographs have you signed? Actually- don't answer that. Tell you what," He starts, his lips pulling back into something like a grimace. "Any time you're in Nocwich and you need a drink, just tell 'em to put it on my tab. I'll cover it."

He makes enough money, and it's not like there's much else he can do to help her out given her whole... situation.