#taki's diner

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Emma to Cristina

Dear Cristina!

Sorry to startle you, I just wrote “Dear Cristina” with the comma first and it seemed a little down. Thought I would try to spice it up a little. And I want to hear from you because I miss you and it’s highly annoying that you couldn’t be in New York. 

Why did Nene have to pick this exact time to visit you guys? Is it because she has faerie intuition and carefully decided to keep us apart? I mean, no, probably not, she seems like a pretty good person. But still! Show up a week later, Nene! Also disappointed to hear that she didn’t spill anything about what the heck is up in the Seelie Court. I guess if she had given up the court’s secrets to Kieran — who is, technically, the King of the Unseelie Court — the Seelie Queen would consider that “bad” and Nene to be a “traitor,” but that’s nothing compared to how much we want to know what’s up.

Anyway. We’re back from New York, where the weather was much worse than in London, but whatever. We’d sent that picture of the candlesticks from the church to Alec, and he showed them to his mom, who recognized them. She said Robert had brought them along with a bunch of other inherited Lightwood stuff when they left Idris for NYC, and she had no idea what had happened to them since, but they were probably in the NY Institute somewhere. Well, we’ve got the Ghost Sensor, so we said goodbye to Rupert and headed over. (Julian wondered whether Rupert misses us when we’re gone, but it’s hard to tell if ghosts can tell the passage of time. In any case we didn’t find sad faces drawn in the dust when we came back, or anything like that.)

So we saw Jace and Clary, of course, and Alec came to help. I think he was really curious since it’s his family’s stuff. (We were hoping to see Simon and Isabelle but they were off recruiting for Shadowhunter Academy. And Magnus stayed home with the kids. He texted us a video from their apartment where he asked Max and Rafe, “Are we going to help our friends?” and they both shouted, “No!” It was cute. I mean, Max and Rafe were cute. Magnus was maybe milking it a little.)

Finding the candlesticks was…pretty easy, actually, kind of anticlimactic. They were hiding in plain sight in the church’s nave among all the other candlesticks and candelabras and other candle-related things. And the Sensor led us right to them. So maybe they weren’t removed in the Blitz but instead the Lightwoods took them back? Or maybe they were removed and then brought back and sometime after that Robert’s parents took them out of the church? We’ll probably never know, but it also probably doesn’t matter since, whatever, we have them, mystery solved.

In celebration we ordered a pizza and ate it by the light of the candlesticks. New York pizza! It is the best. It hurts to say that a little, as an LA girl, but the truth is the truth. I’d missed it so. Pizza in London is…well, best not to speak of it.

So while we were eating Jace asked Alec if there was any news from Idris, and Julian and I kind of looked at each other because there’s never news from Idris, the Cohort have all shut themselves in there and refuse to come out or let anyone in, you know the deal.

Alec revealed that they had been working on some new variation on fire-messages that would be able to get through the wards around Idris. Mostly using Clary’s power to invent new runes. They’ve been sending them for a while, trying different things, but hadn’t gotten any responses until very recently when they heard from one of my least favorite people, Manuel.

So Alec and Manuel have apparently been sending messages back and forth. Zara refuses to respond and Manuel implied that she didn’t like that he and Alec were talking. Alec thinks he might be lying and Zara might not even know. But Alec also thinks Manuel is tired of being stuck there and might be their way in, since (as we all know) Manuel cares about Manuel above everything else, certainly way more than he cares about the Cohort’s supposed mission. Like Jace said, Zara is a true believer, but Manuel is just an opportunist.

This was all super-interesting, of course, but Julian and I started to feel bad remembering that Alec is, you know, the Consul. Julian said he knew Alec had important Consul stuff to do and it was great that he had come to help find the candlesticks anyway. And then Alec said a really nice thing! He said that their New York crew had always had to work in secret, that they’d always thought of the Clave as the enemy. Well, maybe not the enemy, but not their ally. The Clave they grew up with, you know, locked Jace in the Silent City and refused to believe that Valentine was returning. They would never have thought of going to them for help. So Alec said it was really important to him as Consul to actually be there for the Shadowhunters, to be someone they could know and talk to and bring problems to, rather than hiding. And I guess we did know Alec personally before, and they are his family’s candlesticks, but still, it was nice that he thought of it as part of his Consul duties to help us out, rather than thinking of it as something taking time away from his Real Work. He said this was his Real Work, and we’d better not stop coming to him and Magnus for help.

So then after a while Clary announced that she and I needed to have some girl talk and whisked me off to Taki’s for coffee. Julian she left with Jace and Alec. When last I saw him Jace was guiding him towards the weapons room to take a look at the collection of 17th-century Spanish military swords he’d recently found in one of the church weapons caches somewhere in New York. Julian watched me leave like a puppy being taken to the vet for shots, but I think he had a good time. So he says, anyway.

Clary and I settled into a booth at Taki’s. She wanted to ask me how I was doing, and I started telling her, but she seemed distracted, and I realized that maybe she needed to talk to me about how she was doing. Which turned out to be true. She’s worried because Alec likes to believe the best of people, and he’s really optimistic about the progress they’ve made getting in touch with Manuel, but Clary thinks Zara is a manipulative psycho. On which topic we agree.

“You think it’s a trick?” I said. “Or a trap?”

She said she didn’t know. But then she kind of argued with herself and said she understood how important it was to open up Idris, that she knew the Clave couldn’t survive forever split in two like this.

I said it seemed like it was really weighing heavily on them, and she kind of sighed and gave me the big news, or rather the lack of big news, which is that she and Jace have decided they don’t want to get married until the Clave is reunited. And Simon and Isabelle feel the same way.

“It’s not like there’s any reason to rush,” she said. She was looking out the window as she said it, though, and she sounded kind of sad. “But we don’t want a wedding where all anyone is thinking about is how Idris is off-limits and the Clave is broken.”

She kept looking out the window, so I asked if she saw someone out there, and she kind of looked guilty and turned back to me. “Oh, no, I thought I saw Jace for a minute, but it wasn’t him.”

Finally we got around to how I’m doing and I got to tell her the thing I’m worried about, which you and I have talked about a little. Which is that Julian and I are fixing up this house and I guess…we’re going to move here? Like, move to London. And out of Los Angeles for good. And I haven’t really gotten to think about what that would be like. I was thinking of it as a kind of temporary thing where we would fix up the house and then go home. And it’s easy to feel that way because of all the stuff going on with the Clave.

But for Julian, this will be our new home. And I can’t blame him for wanting that. I mean, for one thing, he’s a Blackthorn and it’s Blackthorn Hall. But we grew up in Los Angeles. I’m an LA girl, all my memories of my parents are of them in Los Angeles. But then we both do have many hard memories from the LA Institute, and it would be nice to put them behind us and get a fresh start. I don’t know. Do you ever find it strange, that you live in New York now? And Faerie? Do you miss the D.F.?

Maybe it’s Idris being out of reach that makes it feel so strange. I grew up always knowing that however spread out the Shadowhunters might be we all had a home together in Idris. It held the Clave together all over the world. But what if Idris is really gone for us, Cristina?

What if it’s gone forever?

Xoxox

Emma

[shrewind2]

Shadowhunters 3x22: All Good Things  

Free to use.

[tajemnicedomublackthornow]

Emma do Cristiny

Droga Cristino!

Wybacz, że cię przestraszyłam, najpierw napisałam „Droga Cristino” z przecinkiem i wydało mi się to trochę smutne. Pomyślałam, że nieco to urozmaicę. Poza tym, chcę wiedzieć, co u ciebie słychać, ponieważ tęsknię za tobą i bardzo mnie wkurza, że nie mogłaś być w Nowym Jorku.

Dlaczego Nene musiała wybrać właśnie ten moment, żeby was odwiedzić? Czy to dlatego, że posiada jakąś intuicję faerie i skrupulatnie postanowiła nas rozdzielić? Mam na myśli, że nie, pewnie nie, wydaje się dobrym człowiekiem. Ale jednak! Przyjedź tydzień później, Nene! Jestem też zawiedziona, że nie powiedziała nic o tym, co do diaska dzieje się na Jasnym Dworze. Domyślam się, że gdyby przekazała dworskie sekrety Kieranowi – który, formalnie rzecz biorąc, jest Królem Ciemnego Dworu – Królowa Jasnego Dworu uznałaby to za „coś złego”, a Nene za „zdrajczynię”, ale to nic w porównaniu z tym, jak bardzo chcemy wiedzieć, co się dzieje.

W każdym razie. Wróciliśmy z Nowego Jorku, gdzie pogoda była o wiele gorsza niż w Londynie, ale co tam. Wysłaliśmy zdjęcie świeczników z kościoła Alecowi, który pokazał je swojej matce i ona je rozpoznała. Powiedziała, że Robert zabrał je wraz z innymi rzeczami odziedziczonymi po Lightwoodach, gdy przenosili się z Idrisu do NYC, i nie ma pojęcia, co później się z nimi stało, ale pewnie znajdują się gdzieś w Nowojorskim Instytucie. Cóż, zabraliśmy Sensor Duchów, pożegnaliśmy się z Rupertem i pojechaliśmy. (Julian zastanawiał się, czy Rupert będzie za nami tęsknić pod naszą nieobecność, ale ciężko powiedzieć, czy duchy potrafią określić upływ czasu. W każdym razie, po powrocie nie znaleźliśmy żadnych smutnych buziek narysowanych w kurzu, ani nic takiego.)

Oczywiście spotkaliśmy się z Jace’em i Clary, a Alec przyszedł nam z pomocą. Wydaje mi się, że naprawdę był ciekawy, skoro dotyczy to jego rodzinnych pamiątek. (Mieliśmy nadzieję zobaczyć się również z Simonem i Isabelle, jednak wyruszyli rekrutować do Akademii Nocnych Łowców. A Magnus został w domu z dziećmi. Przesłał nam filmik z mieszkania, w którym pytał Maxa i Rafe: „Czy pomożemy naszym przyjaciołom?”, na co obaj krzyknęli: „Nie!” Urocze. To znaczy, Max i Rafe są uroczy. Magnus chyba wszystko wyolbrzymia.)

Znalezienie świeczników było… dosyć łatwe, tak właściwie, trochę nieklimatyczne. Chowały się widoku, w nawie kościoła, wśród reszty świeczników, kandelabrów i innych świeco-podobnych rzeczy. A Sensor zaprowadził nas prosto do nich. Więc może wcale nie usunięto ich podczas Blitzu, tylko Lightwoodowie zabrali je z powrotem? A może usunięto je, sprowadzono ponownie i jakiś czas później rodzice Roberta zabrali je z kościoła? Chyba nigdy się nie dowiemy, ale to już raczej bez znaczenia, mamy je, zagadka rozwiązana.

Aby to uczcić, zamówiliśmy pizzę i zjedliśmy ją przy blasku świec. Nowojorska pizza! Jest najlepsza. Trochę przykro mi to mówić, bo pochodzę z LA, ale taka jest prawda. Brakowało mi jej. Pizza w Londynie jest… lepiej nie mówić.

Kiedy jedliśmy, Jace zapytał Aleca, czy ma jakieś wiadomości z Idrisu, a Julian i ja spojrzeliśmy na siebie, ponieważ nigdy nie ma wiadomości z Idrisu, Kohorta zamknęła się w mieście i odmawia opuszczenia go i wpuszczenia kogokolwiek, wiesz jak to działa.

Alec wyznał, że pracują nad nowym rodzajem ognistych wiadomości, które byłyby w stanie przedrzeć się przez osłony wokół Idrisu. Korzystają głównie ze zdolności Clary do tworzenia nowych run. Wysyłają je od jakiegoś czasu, próbują różnych rzeczy, jednak nie otrzymali żadnej odpowiedzi aż do niedawna, kiedy to napisał do nich mój najmniej ulubiony człowiek, Manuel.

Najwidoczniej Alec i Manuel wymieniają między sobą wiadomości. Zara odmawia przesłania odpowiedzi, a Manuel daje do zrozumienia, że nie podobają jej się jego rozmowy z Alekiem. Alec myśli, że Manuel może kłamać i Zara wcale o tym nie wie. Jednak myśli również, że Manuel jest już zmęczony uwięzieniem i może być ich sposobem na dotarcie do miasta, skoro (jak wszyscy wiemy) Manuel troszczy się ponad wszystko o Manuela, a już z pewnością bardziej niż o misję Kohorty. Jak powiedział Jace, Zara jest fanatyczką, ale Manuel jest jedynie oportunistą.

To wszystko było super interesujące, to oczywiste, jednak Julianowi i mnie zrobiło się wstyd na myśl o tym, że Alec jest, no wiesz, Konsulem. Julian przyznał, że wie, jak ważne sprawy miał na głowie Alec i było wspaniale, że jednak pomógł nam znaleźć te świeczniki. I wtedy Alec powiedział coś bardzo miłego! Powiedział, że ich ekipa z Nowego Jorku musiała zawsze pracować w tajemnicy, że zawsze uważali Clave za wroga. No dobra, może nie wroga, ale nie za ich sojusznika. Clave, w którym dorastali, zamknęło Jace’a w Cichym Mieście i nie chciało uwierzyć, że Valentine powrócił. Nigdy by nie pomyśleli, żeby zwrócić się do nich po pomoc. Więc Alec powiedział, że dla niego, jako Konsula, jest bardzo ważne, żeby być dla Nocnych Łowców, być kimś, kogo będą znać, z kim będą mogli porozmawiać i dzielić się problemami, zamiast je ukrywać. Wiem, że znaliśmy Aleca osobiście już wcześniej, a świeczniki należą do jego rodziny, ale wciąż, to miłe, że uważa pomaganie nam za część obowiązków Konsula, a nie zabieranie mu czasu potrzebnego do Prawdziwej Pracy. Powiedział, że to była Prawdziwa Praca, i lepiej, żebyśmy nie przestawali przychodzić do niego i Magnusa po pomoc.

Trochę później Clary oznajmiła, że potrzebujemy czasu na babskie pogaduszki i zabrała mnie do Taki’s na kawę. Juliana zostawiła z Jace’em i Alekiem. Kiedy widziałam go po raz ostatni, Jace prowadził Juliana do zbrojowni, żeby przyjrzał się kolekcji siedemnastowiecznych, hiszpańskich mieczy, znalezionej niedawno w skrytce pewnego kościoła gdzieś w Nowym Jorku. Julian patrzył na mnie niczym szczeniak zostawiony u weterynarza na zastrzyk, ale myślę, że dobrze się bawił. Przynajmniej tak mówi.

Razem z Clary zajęłyśmy stolik w Taki’s. Chciała wiedzieć, co u mnie słychać, więc zaczęłam jej opowiadać, jednak wydawała się rozkojarzona i domyśliłam się, że może chciała porozmawiać ze mną o tym, jak ona się czuje. Co okazało się prawdą. Martwiła się, ponieważ Alec chce zawsze widzieć to, co najlepsze w ludziach i optymistycznie patrzy na postępy w rozmowach z Manuelem, lecz Clary uważa, że Zara jest manipulacyjną psychopatką. W tej kwestii jesteśmy zgodne.

- Myślisz, że to podstęp? - spytałam. - Pułapka?

Odpowiedziała, że nie ma pojęcia. Jednak później tak jakby sprzeczała się sama ze sobą i przyznała, że rozumie, jak ważne jest otwarcie Idrisu i wie, że Clave nie przetrwa, jeśli na zawsze pozostanie podzielone.

Powiedziałam jej, że ta sprawa musi bardzo im ciążyć, na co ona westchnęła i przekazała mi wielką nowinę, a raczej brak wielkiej nowiny, a mianowicie ona i Jace zdecydowali, że nie chcą brać ślubu dopóki Clave się nie zjednoczy. Simon i Isabelle myślą podobnie.

- To nie tak, że mamy powód do pośpiechu – dodała. Jednak wyglądała przez okno, kiedy to mówiła i brzmiała na nieco zasmuconą. - Ale nie chcemy ślubu, gdy wszyscy myślą tylko o tym, że Idris jest poza naszym zasięgiem, a Clave rozpada się.

Wciąż patrzyła przez okno, więc zapytałam, czy kogoś tam widzi, ale zrobiło jej się głupio i odwróciła się do mnie.

- Och, nie, wydawało mi się przez chwilę, że widziałam Jace’a, ale to nie był on.

Wreszcie wróciłyśmy do tego, jak ja się czuję i powiedziałam jej, czym ja się przejmuję i o czym rozmawiałam już trochę z tobą. Chodzi o to, że Julian i ja remontujemy ten dom i chyba… będziemy musieli się tutaj przeprowadzić? To znaczy do Londynu. Wyjechać z Los Angeles na dobre. Tak naprawdę nie miałam czasu pomyśleć o tym, jak to będzie. Traktowałam to jako tymczasowe zajęcie, że wyremontujemy dom i wrócimy. Łatwo tak myśleć przez to wszystko, co dzieje się z Clave.

Jednak dla Juliana, właśnie tutaj będzie nasz nowy dom. I nie mogę go obwiniać za to, że tego chce. Mam na myśli, po pierwsze, jest Blackthornem, a to Dom Blackthornów. Ale dorastaliśmy w Los Angeles. Jestem dziewczyną z LA. Tylko że oboje mamy wiele ciężkich wspomnień z Instytutu w LA i byłoby miło zostawić to wszystko za sobą i zacząć od nowa. Sama nie wiem. Czy kiedykolwiek wydawało ci się dziwne, że mieszkasz teraz w Nowym Jorku? I w Faerie? Tęsknisz za D.F.*?

Może czuję się tak dziwnie przez to, że Idris jest poza naszym zasięgiem. Dorastałam ze świadomością, że bez względu na to, jak bardzo rozproszeni są Nocni Łowcy, to dla nas wszystkich domem jest Idris. Spajał razem Clave na całym świecie. Ale co jeśli straciliśmy Idris, Cristino?

Co jeśli straciliśmy go na zawsze?

Xoxoxo

Emma

* D.F. - (Distrito Federal), Dystrykt Federalny, jednostka administracyjna, pod którą funkcjonowało miasto Meksyk (Ciudad de México) aż do 30 stycznia 2016 roku.

[muldermuse]

Guardian Angel (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

this was based on a prompt i recieved!

18+ only!! mdni!! warning: reader is briefly knocked unconscious in the fic! not by Gator but by an anonymous male who is never named/identified. mentions of bad childhood/abusive parents. mentions of police brutality. mentions of smut. being in a hospital/back of an ambulance. Gator and Roy are threatening in this and mean about reader. Angst!!! lil bit of fluff! more angst?? Unhappy ending (no character deaths tho do not worry)

I’m sorry :/

Part of the two sinners works! Read more here!

Gator Tillman had no choice but to become a Sheriff, he idolised his Father and saw the respect that surrounded him. No one ever questions Roy Tillman; at least, not if they value their own life. Gator had witnessed firsthand the brutality that his father inflicted on his community when wearing the badge. One of Gator’s happiest childhood memories was his daddy letting him wear his cowboy hat and his Sheriff’s badge. Roy Tillman’s eyes were full of pride as he looked as his young son, “you’ll make a fantastic Sheriff one day, boy”. Any other dreams that young Gator were quashed in that moment, ever since that day when his Father looked at him and saw the potential Gator could grow up to have- he knew he had to be a Sheriff. 

Unfortunately, Gator Tillman never wanted to be a good Sheriff. He didn’t actually care about helping people or being a beacon of hope for his community. Gator, like his Father, loved the power that came with the badge. Without it, he was some loser daddy’s boy but with it; he felt he was unstoppable. As much as Roy Tillman ignored his son, he knew him too well and he knew what little ability Gator actually had. So, Gator was always on the quietest shifts and he was always paired with an older colleague who could actually do the job. In his father’s eyes; Gator was still a little kid playing dress up. So here he is, browsing the disposable vape collection in his local gas station to fill the time until he can clock out. The clerk looks away and Gator slips a watermelon mango flavour into his pocket. He throws a few dollars on the counter and takes a bag of Takis before heading back to the patrol car. Maybe he can convince his patrol partner to drive him to a diner to get a coffee to kill a few more hours or maybe he’ll have an uncomfortable nap across the back seat.

Then a call comes in. 

“Dispatch, please respond. We have a call for assistance at The Outpost Bar about 4 minutes from your current location. Seems that an altercation between two men has escalated and a young lady has got hurt, ambulance is nearly there as she’s knocked out”.

Gator picks up the radio as his colleague starts speeding to the bar, “Heard- name of victim?”. 

Bile rises in his throat and he feels his stomach drop. 

It’s your name.

Before he can even process what has happened; the patrol car arrives on the scene and sees the ambulance outside the front of the bar. 

He knows his job is to find the guy who’s done this and get him in the back of the car. He knows the ambulance and the paramedics are there to help you. But he also knows that you’re currently unconscious on the floor of a shitty dive bar and that’s all he can focus on. His heart is thundering in his ears as he runs into the bar, his colleague is shouting his name after him to try and discuss a plan before entering the bar. He needs to see you, what if the call was wrong? You never mentioned that you’d be heading out tonight. You never really tell him anywhere you’re going though. He wishes you would but he can’t think about that now. 

The inside of the bar is nearly empty, the lights are up and there’s a group of women stood around someone lying on the floor. The shoes he can see are a pair of black boots- has he ever seen you wear those? Would you wear something like that? The thought in his head are moving too quick for him to comprehend. He tries to make his way over to the huddle of women on the floor but he sees a familiar face first. It’s Jenson Ackerley, the guy you brought to the church pot luck, the guy that you’d told Gator you never planned on seeing again after blowing him off for him. Gator had seen a few texts from Jenson pop up on your phone but you were seemingly quick to ignore them. He’s stood at the bar, he’s holding his head in his hands and looks relieved when he sees law enforcement come in.

“Thank god you’re here, they fuckin’ ran off after they shoved her. She hit her head and then they fuckin’ ran off. She’s breathin’ fine so sh-“ he sounds relieved as he speaks, the words tumbling out of his mouth as if he’s a concerned partner. You’re not his partner, Gator isn’t either but he’s closer to it than this fucking guy. A rage flushes across his face as Gator grabs Jenson’s plaid shirt in his fists and pushes him against the concrete wall of the bar. He spits at Jenson’s feet before speaking to him, “What the fuck happened? Why the fuck didn’t you step in? Some fuckin’ quarterback huh?” He shoves him harder; feeling rejoice in the nerves filling Jenson’s eyes "Lettin’ her get hit while you just fuckin’ stand there holdin’ your fuckin' dick?”. Jenson’s face contorts in confusion, he tries to respond before Gator punches him hard in his lower stomach. He grabs Jenson’s cheeks and pushes his head further into the cold, hard concrete of the wall as he whispers low in his ear “I fuckin’ swear on my fuckin’ Dad’s life- if something happens to her, I’ll fuckin’ kill you”. The hard grip of his hand gets tighter on Jenson’s face, Jenson’s face would be flushing red if it were not for the fact that all blood seems to have drained from his face with nerves. Gator’s smirk is predatory, “‘m a fuckin’ Sheriff y’know- I can make it look like an accident”.

He can hear your voice, it’s mumbled and strained- but it is distinctly you.

Gator turns that quick he feels a bout of nausea hit him, it’s doubled when he sees you being moved out of the dingy bar on a stretcher. You look confused but a flash of recognition and reassurance flutters through your expression when you realise it’s him.

“Gator?” Your voice is slow as if your wading through thick molasses to whisper his two syllable name. He grabs your hand, it’s ice cold and he knows that it’s the shock your poor body has been through this evening. Your hand meekly trembles in his and it occurs to Gator that he’s never seen you as vulnerable as this. 

“Yeah-yeah it’s me, hi” His voice is the softest it’s ever been with you as he tenderly presses a hand to your face. This isn’t the same man who two days ago called you a whore as you rode his cock in his Daddy’s bed and this certainly isn’t the man who’s last text simply told you to fuck off and leave him alone. This isn’t your Gator. But right now, this isn’t you. When you look back, you both won’t recognise the other in this moment.

But fiercely, you’ll both take the tenderness right now. You both desperately need it.

Gator will come to always crave it.

*** 

He insisted to his colleague that he’d go with you in the ambulance. The paramedic was too preoccupied with checking your vitals to notice that Gator held your hand the entire way. When tears filled your eyes due to pure confusion about your current situation, he’d press a soft kiss to your under eyes and mumble to you that it was going to be okay. He wasn’t leaving your side until it was all okay- he promised.

“I swear on it, okay baby. Me and you” he brings your hand up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it. Tenderly, he moves your hair out of your face as you nod in agreement. You wanted to believe him with every ounce of your body and soul but your mouth is too dry to beg him to stay; you’re not sure if you’re asking for tonight or for forever.

Gator’s watching you intently, he’s memorising the different parts of your face- just in case. Of course nothing’s going to happen to you, he’s sure of it. But just in case, he’s logging to his memory the soft curve of your lips, always a little pouty and so fucking pretty when you wear that lip gloss that drives him wild. The little furrow in your brow, always more prominent when you’re worried or plotting how you can try and fuck up Gator’s week by saying something calculating.

Your eyes flicker shut as the paramedic rests a hand on Gator’s shoulder, “you’re a good boyfriend. Half the guys don’t even want to come in the back and the others usually try to calm themselves rather than their partners. You’re a good man”. The irony isn’t missed on him, he is someone’s boyfriend but he’s not yours. His girlfriend has never received this tenderness from him. Gator Tillman is a lot of things but he is definitely not a good man. In this moment, however, he is trying to be. 

He doesn’t thank the paramedic, he just nods and keeps your small hand in his. He doesn’t want his mind to wander and consider how things would be if you were in a relationship. You’d drive him mad, he’s sure of it but with Glenda; he feels nothing. He considers that at least anger is an emotion. Better than an emotionally vacant relationship. 

The ambulance comes to a sudden stop and he feels your hand grip his tighter, your eyes are open and as the paramedic works to open the door; Gator is reassuring you that everything’s going to be okay. 

“Promise that you’ll stay?” your voice is hesitant and soft. You feel emotionally exposed right now and it’s a deeply uncomfortable feeling.

Gator presses a kiss to your forward quickly, conscious of the paramedic trying to get your stretcher out of the vehicle and onto a ward. “Of course baby, as soon as they find you a room- I’ll be there. Okay? I swear it”. You begin to cry as you nod and Gator desperately wants to kiss you more to console you but you’re wheeled out before he gets the chance.

Your hands are pulled apart as your stretcher gets wheeled into the hospital. He’s lost in his thoughts until a familiar authoritative voice booms behind him.

“Gator?”

It’s his father.

Gator feels the blood drain from his body and he tries to stop his hands trembling before he turns around.

Roy’s hands are on his hips as he glares at Gator. He’s dressed in his usual cowboy hat and denim jacket. His father’s presence always makes Gator nervous. With one look from Roy Tillman, Gator is transported back to being a four year old meek child who had accidentally broken a vase, terrified of his father’s reaction but simultaneously in awe of the authoritarian berating him for his mistake. He’d seen them holding hands, Gator takes a second to thank the lord that that is all his father had seen.

His mouth feels like it’s full of cotton, he can’t speak and if he could; he doesn’t even know what he would say. There’s no reason for it. Why would he be holding your hand? Why would he travel in the back of the ambulance with you? It isn’t protocol and, for all Roy knows, Gator does not like you. He isn’t even supposed to know you. His father had warned Gator about you from the first time he had seen you. 

“She’s a sinner that girl- I don’t want her corrupting you. Showing you her worldly ways, you are not to speak to her- y’hear me?” What Roy didn’t know is by that time, you’d already started sleeping together. Both of you taking the time to learn each other’s bodies intimately. You made Gator feel things he never had before but that didn’t matter- you were a dirty sinner. It never crosses Gator’s mind that he could be a sinner too.

The paramedic reemerges from the hospital and before Gator can intercept, she tells him that ‘his girlfriend’ is on ward 6. 

“I’ve told her that you’ll be up soon to see her. She’s still a bit upset so maybe head up after you’ve finished speaking with the Sheriff” the paramedic is kind. Her words are soft and considered and her eyes look up at Gator as if he’s a great man. He hopes that this paramedic will keep Gator in her mind as an attentive and considerate partner. She may be the only person who would ever think of Gator Tillman in that way. Roy smiles at the paramedic but it doesn’t meet his eyes; Gator realises that his smile never does. 

After she leaves, there’s a moment of silence. It feels too long and uncomfortable.

***

“I don’t know what’s happenin’ with you and that girl b-“

“Dad” Gator scoffs, as if the idea is ridiculous “nothin’s happenin’. I answered the call so I was there and y’know, I’m the Sheriff- it’s my job to make sure she’s safe. Well, not ju-“

Roy takes Gator’s shirt in his fists and slams him against the wall of the hospital. The thud of Gator’s head hitting the concrete echoes across the vacant space. Roy spits in Gator’s face as he whispers sternly, “Do not fuckin’ lie to me. You’re a worse fuckin’ liar than your fuckin’ mother”.

He can’t speak, as hard as Gator’s mouth tries to form words, it lets him down and makes him look weak in front of his father. Just as he did when he was younger; Gator takes the emotional beating from his father.

“You got a good christian woman at home and I don’t think that Glenda would want to hear about you in the back of an ambulance with her- agree?”

He nods, his mind is empty as all he feels is blind panic. Will Roy tell Glenda? As soon as he loses her, he loses his father’s approval- something he’s spent years cultivating. He can’t lose her; it’s not a choice. Roy robs him of the chance to speak.

Roy’s hand is firm on Gator’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the flesh. “What have I told you from day one about that girl, son?”. His eyes are unwavering on his son’s, Gator realises he has not seen his dad blink throughout this entire interaction.

“That she’s a sinner” it comes out too easy and Roy smirks in response. He’s made his father happy and he feels he can speak again. His chest not as tight as it felt a few moments ago.

Roy’s hand gets tighter on Gator’s shoulder and it begins to feel uncomfortable. “Tell me what you think of her” he nods to prompt Gator to speak. Gator briefly imagines if he could tell him the truth, how would he describe what he thinks of you? He’s unsure if he even allows himself to think about you when you’re apart. The thought of you living unfiltered in his mind is far too much. You need to be a box locked away in Gator’s depraved mind. There’s no key because it never needs opening.

He stutters as he goes to speak, “well…we all know what she’s like right? She’s a fuckin’ whore” Roy nods in encouragement as a shy smile breaks across Gator’s face. “Yeah, I mean, she’s probably dating about 10 different guys- right? I mean, I saw her with Jenson and then with some other fuckin’ guy like two days later. Glenda doesn’t like ‘er- thinks the same as me”.

Roy is content, his grip on his son’s shoulder eases as he smiles brightly at Gator. “We’re not gonna look for the guys that did this- didn’t happen. You were doin’ a routine check at the bar and that’s it. I’ve already told Williams that that’s what’s happened- I’ve sorted it for you, son”

Son.

That one syllable word is a warm blanket on a cold night. A ice cold glass of water in the hottest desert. A three course meal after a day of raw hunger.

Roy leads Gator away from you, he sits him in the patrol car and drives him home to Glenda. Glenda kisses his cheek softly at the doorway. She’s made a home cooked meal for her hardworking man. The meal tastes like ash on Gator’s tongue. He drinks whiskey to help him sleeps more than usual.

Meanwhile, you are laid alone in a hospital bed. Holding out hope that Gator will return, hopefully with the affection from the ambulance. But of course, Gator doesn’t come back to your room.

You don’t see him again whilst you're in the hospital.

He doesn’t text you for two weeks.

He turns up one late night when you’re back home, he asks if you’re ‘all good’ and you reply that you’ll be fine. You have sex that night and never acknowledge how tender he was to you in your time of need. You’re both rougher than usual, both craving to dominate the other and fuck them into submission. You have to make up for the unjustified kindness.

***

You never see how Gator spends his time off work. When he’s not with you, or with Glenda, or working- he’s trying to find out who did this to you.

He won’t stop searching until the person who did this is found in a ditch.

But you will never know.

[echo-echo31]

Preferred breakfast food/drink. Bonus, if they’d share or not.

Warnings: suggestive

DARK 🖤

"I am an eldrich entity of unknowable power, I do not require food, my love,"

Cut to him stealing your coffee every morning

He only likes it if it's black and as hot as the sun because he's a Dramatic Bitch™️

ACTOR 🌹

Cavier on toast is his favorite breakfast meal, served with champagne.

At least, that's what he tries to convince everyone - including you the first few times you see him eat breakfast.

Then one day after a particularly long night of poker, you arrive downstairs to find him essentially making out with a Sausage McMuffin.

YANCY 🎵

Breakfast in the prison isn't exactly inspiring - sure it's not the stereotypical vomit porridge but toast and eggs every day can only make you so excited.

The first morning in your flat after he's let out for parole, he walks into the kitchen to find you placing the final pancake on top of the stack already on the plate.

Maybe he tears up at the first bite. You playfully tease him but he knows it's more the gesture than the food that's got him emotional. Pancakes are now his favorite food ever.

GOOGLE 🖱️

"I do not require food, nor do I have a digestive system,"

Queue a 10-minute-long explanation of the type of bioregulation fluid that allows him to be powered for a guaranteed 48 hours without needing to go into his stasis recharging mode for a minimum of 4 hours.

He does, however, very much enjoy the process of making you breakfast. In fact, if he powers on after stasis to find you have already made your own, you're in for a solid hour of sulking.

BING 🔶

The Bing company decided to one-up their Google rivals by making their IRL able to digest small amounts of food to enhance its 'Human Social Integration'.

Bing did not get the memo about 'small amounts'.

You will watch this android shove 3 breakfast burritos into his mouth and then have to go into stasis for 9 hours afterwards like a Lactose Intolerant refusing to stop eating ice cream.

ILLINOIS 🔥

You don't put a lot of thought into what you eat during one of your adventures - it's more fuel to sustain you through the various exploits.

If you pass by a diner on your way though, Illinois will literally do a handbrake turn rather than miss an opportunity to get some biscuits and gravy.

The only time he takes his hat off is to sleep, eat or...well...

HEIST 💣

He's a stereotypical city man, so buying a bagel and coffee is his favourite morning activity.

One time someone tried to steal from his usual bagel place and they got a very nasty surprise when the entire contents of their apartment had disappeared the overnight.

ENGIE 🚀

He dreams of French Toast.

The Food Replication Substitutes on board sure do smell and taste like the real thing, but the mind is only so good at pretending a packet of mush is actually good food.

He even talks about it in his sleep once, which is delightful when you get to play the recording back to him the next day.

NOIR 🔎

Whiskey.

Joking that's only to keep up his monologuing aesthetic.

Any kind of flaky pastry will make his morning - especially if delivered by his captain in the morning before the daily briefing on whatever case they're trying to solve.

MURDOCK  🔪

You never saw him eat until he was extremely comfortable with you.

Then, you're amazed but not particularly surpised at the delcate way he uses the cutlery on the home cooked sausage, bacon and eggs.

You end up staring at his hands rather than eating your own breakfast.

HEEHOO 👣

You have no desire to find out what he eats for breakfast.

He does, however, particularly enjoy when you bring Takis on your visits to the cave.

PORNIPLIER 💘

He likes eating something in the morning...

[carstairsa]

Una misiva en temporada festiva

Newsletter 11 diciembre 2023

Por motivos personales se ha omitido toda información sobre la saga Sword Catcher.

✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤

¡Hola Annie!

¡Hola y bienvenida de nuevo a el boletín de noticias programado regularmente! El mes pasado fue bastante salvaje con el Kickstarter de las Temporadas de Cazadores de Sombras, y ahora nos instalamos en el invierno, lo que significa Guías de regalos.

Hablando de Kickstarter, si te lo perdiste pero aún quieres comprometerte a obtener los libros, puedes ir AQUÍ y registrarte para estar en la lista de correo electrónico que te explicará cómo puedes hacerlo. No obtendrás ninguno de los contenidos adicionales que vienen con la participación en el Kickstarter, pero aún puedes (por tiempo limitado) obtener los libros.

Libros firmados

Como siempre, puedes comprar copias firmadas de cualquiera de mis libros a través de Book Moon.

Cuanto antes haga su pedido, más probable será que reciba su libro firmado antes del 25 de diciembre, ¡así que haga su pedido ahora!

¡Guía de regalos de Cazador de Sombras!

LitJoy tiene su colección Cassandra Clare, con un montón de lindos productos de Cazadores de Sombras (¡como calcetines de un par de batai!) Storiarts.com se ha asociado con nosotros para crear adorables guantes de escritura y bufandas infinitas de Mortal Instruments. Están cubiertos de runas y citas de los libros. Hot Topic tiene todo tipo de camisetas de cazadores de sombras. Puedes encontrarlos en línea en este enlace. Y Topataco tiene todo tipo de cosas adorables como tazas Taki's Diner, barajas de tarot y bolsas de la librería Garroway.

Como saben, nos hemos asociado con Topatoco desde hace un tiempo. ¡Hazte con estos diseños ahora, ya que habrá nuevos productos en 2024! Con el fin de hacer espacio para cosas nuevas, los suscriptores del boletín pueden usar el código HERONDALE para obtener un 25% de descuento en todo lo que hay en mi tienda.

🖤¡La gran noticia!:

En caso de que te lo hayas perdido en línea, anuncié los títulos de los tres (por ahora) libros de Wicked Powers. Wicked Powers es, por supuesto, la última de las trilogías de Cazadores de Sombras planeadas: sigue a Ty Blackthorn, Dru Blackthorn, Ash Morgenstern y Kit Herondale mientras se ven atrapados en la ola masiva de eventos que cambian el mundo que siguen a lo que sucedió en The Dark Artifices. También veremos a Clary, Jace, Emma, Jules, Magnus, Alec, Mark, Kieran, Cristina, Jem, Tessa y muchos otros, probablemente por última vez. No puedo esperar a experimentar el final de esta gran saga con todos ustedes.

Y solo para decirles felices fiestas, quiero compartir esta increíble obra de arte de Loweana. Hace un tiempo hizo un fan art de Jace Herondale que me encantó, así que le encargué esta pieza complementaria de Ash Morgenstern.

Cassie en Instagram: ¡¡Amo las alas!! ¡Definitivamente serán importantes en TWP.

Como todos saben, aprenderemos más sobre lo que Ash está haciendo en The Wicked Powers. No puedo esperar para compartir más información sobre TWP en el nuevo año, aquí vamos....

[what-a-cool-username]

The Five Night at Freddys movie is pretty good imo.

It's not a Wow movie, but it's good in the perspective that it's a fnaf movie.

Like, no matter how they made the movie, it would never achieve to be taken serious, it would never achieve to be scary or horror. But it did achieve being good for a fnaf movie.

My top points of this movie is;

Glad that I got to see the animatronics actually having a bit of fun, even just for a while. Throughout all the games, they've always been scary, evil, deadly and so on. But now, they got to be a little silly and build a fort and make a friend (even tho they ended up wanting to stuff her but ya know)

The story made sense overall, it wasn't perfect, but being a fnaf movie and having to figure out a storyline that would make sense for a movie and having the complicated mixed bag of lore as the source meterial, it turned out pretty ok. There were things that could've been done better. Like Mikes whole Garrett backstory, there could've been a bit more meat on that bone, bc one memory of "oh I was suppoused to watch my brother but I got distracted and then he was kidnapped" just isn't gonna cut it for a compelling character story. As well as the final blow to William Afton with the drawing Abby put up, there should've been more to the drawings on that board and the meaning behind it all.

I would've also loved to see some William Afton gore tbh. Not like, seen more of the springlocks doing their job to his body, but more of like, the rotten William Afton that is springtrap in fnaf 3, that shit would've been awesome to see.

The camio of MatPat in the diner scene and him of-fucking-course going "but that's just a theory" is fucking hilarious. Kinda sad Markiplier couldn't be in it, but like, he has his own thing going on with Iron Lung (Which is honestly also such a hype)

Speaking of Markiplier, in one of his latest streams, he couldn't say which part he would've had in the movie, but I'm placing my money on him being the taxi driver. Imagine it, wouldn't it make sense, since the taki driver was constantly jumpscared and had an AFTER CREDITS SCENE??? Who wouldn't want to put the cherry on top of their movie with The kind of fnaf jumpscare scream??

I'm just sayin

Good movie considering it being a fnaf movie 6.5/10 would definetly have on my harddrive.

[prospercz]

Den 132

Všude okolo jsou vidět následky toho hurikánu. Silnice plné bláta a sesuvů půdy, některé dokonce úplně zavřené. Popadané ohradníky pro dobytek, polámané stromy a další. I nás to trochu ovlivňuje, protože se odsud nemůžeme dostat přímější cestou a musíme to vzít okolo, kudy moc aut nejezdí.

Ještě předtím si ale vyzvednu svoje další boty. Už čtvrtý pár! A taky poslední. Jako vždycky nejsou úplně nové. Sehnal jsem je na ebay za 60 dolarů i s poštou. To je 40% plné ceny! Vypadají docela dobře, max 50 mil našlapáno. Jsem na svůj ekonomický um patřičně hrdý.

Když si tak zkouším ty nové boty, zaslechnu rozhovor prodavače s nějakým párem, co se tu zastavil na snídani. Míří naším směrem! Nenápadně začnu konverzaci a za 15 minut už mám vše sbaleno a sedím i se Stirem na zadních sedačkách.

Brandon a Katie mají něco přes 30 a vyklube se z nich super dvojka. Užili jsme si spolu skoro celý den, většinou teda v autě. Ale bylo to super. Trochu nás nejdřív překvapilo, když jsme asi po hodině jízdy zastavili a oba si společně vykouřili jointa. Ale paradoxně se tím dost uvolnili a naše cesta se stala ještě příjemnější.

Projíždíme skrz celý Sequoia National Park, přes který jsme posledních 5 dní šlapali. I z auta jsou to parádní výhledy. Silnice je plná serpentin a tak musíme jet pomalu. Povídáme si, a když už není moc víc co říct, všichni si společně užíváme Pink Floyd, které mám v mobilu stažené. Brandon je tak žere, že umí všechny písničky nazpaměť. Táta by na mě byl hrdý. Tohle je jeho zásluha, že mám rád takovouhle hudbu. Jeho a trochu taky rádia Beat.

Nakonec nás dovezou až do městečka Lake Isabella, které leží hluboko v poušti. Na vzduchu je to dost cítit, je minimálně 35 stupňů. Mohli by nás vzít až do Bakersfieldu, odkud nám za dva dny jede vlak, ale tam bychom utratili moc za spaní, tak zůstaneme radši tady a dopravíme se tam pak autobusem.

Abychom se jim trochu odvděčili, pozvali jsme je alespoň na pozdní oběd do restaurace Nelda’s Diner. Uvnitř to vypadá jako ta nejvíc typická americká restaurace, která je v každém správném bijáku. Porce jsou tu pořádné, ale nejvíc nás nakonec odrovnalo 105 příchutí milkshaků. Co si budeme, byla to žranice. Ale ani tak nás to nakonec nestálo tolik, 110$ za nás všechny i s dýškem je na místní poměry supr cena.

Neochotně se loučíme v kempu Haven, kde strávíme následující dvě noci. Brandon a Katie pokračují až do LA. Jsou to tyhle malé příběhy a setkání, která dělají naše cestování o něco zajímavější. Místní se poznávají nejlíp při stopu.

V kempu nás nejdřív nechtějí, ale nakonec se nad námi slitují a dovolí nám postavit si stany. Mají tu i společenskou místnost s asi 100 různými filmy na DVD. Skočíme si do obchodu pro občerstvení a užíváme si další kino, tentokrát zdarma. Pustili jsme si válečný film Fury s Brad Pittem.

Je zajímavé bavit se s Němcem o tom, jak se cítí, když se dívá na film o druhé světové válce. Měli jsme o tom společně se Stir it upem dost dlouhou a hlubokou debatu. Je už hodně po jedenácté, když konečně ulehám do stanu. Naštěstí zítra nemusím nikam chvátat.

PS: doplnil jsem fotky zase až ke dni 127.

[moni26]

Masterpost for @shadowhunterbingo.

Call me

Square: Taki’s Diner | Moodboard | Maia Roberts/Jace Herondale

Being an Alpha of a growing wolf pack, as well as running a restaurant, doesn’t leave a lot of free time for romance. And while Maia thought she got that message across a long time ago, one shadowhunter client keeps writing her notes- complimenting the diner, the food, and leaving his number for her to find. That is until she decides to take matters into her own hands.

Hocus-pocus 

Square: Genderswap | Moodboard | Catarina Loss & Ragnor Fell, past Magnus Bane/Camille Belcourt

After trying, and failing, to use a love potion on Magnus, Camille finds herself in a lot more trouble than she ever imagined. When Catarina and Ragnor team up to protect their friend, they are determined to show the other vampire exactly why she was messing with the wrong warlocks. Thanks to the spell they invented, Camille has to face a different magic curse every week for three months. Unfortunately for her, even the first curse proves to be… rather uncomfortable. 

The legend of Prince Alexander

Explicit | Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Chapter 1 Square:  Free Space

Chapter 2 Square:  Seelie Drinking Games 

Chapter 3 Square:  Deaf Character 

Magnus entered the Cave of the Doomed, ready to uncover the treasure he had travelled so many weeks to find. His journey was successful, but in the end he found a lot more than he thought.

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

William Afton parenting advice part two????👀👀👀

William: What? You want to bring this back? Very well. I shall talk about protecting children this time. It is what I had to do as head of security at the diner, and as a father of four. This may get long, as I will include personal examples.

It’s very important to make sure children are not only physically safe from danger, but that they feel safe. Don’t assume that they are safe simply because they appear happy. Their happiness can be superficial to please adults in an effort to get their needs met. Evan never wanted to cry around his mother. He actually came to my house or the diner specifically to cry. Rebecca had a similar habit of crying so quietly it was barely detectable, even before a year of age.

Many people think safe children will be little angels, but it’s the opposite. Kids who feel truly safe with you will treat you like a damn jungle gym. Choices are made for them at all hours of the day, so one person they feel safe around means their “misbehavior” comes out to play. Micheal was known for this. He developed a habit of stealing things I needed so I’d chase him down when he was young. He wouldn’t dare do such a prank on his mother. Henry was fair game for his tricks though. Micheal inspired Foxy’s character with his mischief back then.

When I saw the party room in chaos with pepperoni on the floor and kids using the tables as forts while their parents watched in horror, that’s when I knew I was doing a good job. Most parents that got upset would say this sort of play was unsafe or inappropriate in an attempt to justify making their children act in a way that’s comfortable to them. It wasn’t, though. If they started running around in circles and roaring like a bear, I wondered how long that child was kept sitting still for. They have energy they need to get out in a safe environment. That was my job to maintain for them.

Evan and Rebecca both being diagnosed with autism like myself needed more protection than their older siblings… until it was their time to go, of course. I’d frequently have to tell grown women off for trying to touch my child and toddler, cooing at them and getting in their faces. It was insulting and overwhelming for them. They both developed a habit of hiding away in small spaces…or clinging to my legs. Becca even wanted to be held by Spring Bonnie because she wanted to know she was safe. I may have caved into that more than I’d like to admit…

If I mentioned their diagnosis in public, I’d get the “They just need to be taught respect.” or the “I’m so sorry for your loss.” speeches, all while my smallest children were there to hear every word of it. It was disgusting, considering I was just like them. Their mother simply didn’t want to understand, and believed they needed to be taught respect so they’d be convenient for her to drag around. I wasn’t about to treat my children like that, and I often got accused of abusing them because of it.

On the outside, my darling Clara was the perfect single mother, not tolerating anything remotely close to disrespect from me or her children. I even was fooled by her warped ideals when it came to Micheal early on… Explains how he turned out… The most common thing I got told was I was torturing Evan by bringing him to work with me, which is false. His fear of the animatronics was a misunderstanding. If he was truly terrified, he wouldn’t have insisted to have his birthday at the diner when I told him he didn’t have to and brought up the potential issues. He loves the characters like the other children, especially since his father helped bring them to life in all sorts of ways. There were just barriers to his ability to enjoy the diner in the way people expected him to.

A small child who sees someone go into a body and not come out without taking the head off first would assume that person was “eaten”. Many other kids had the same interpretation of the suits, and teased him into believing it. It’s why taking the suits off in front of our young guests wasn’t allowed. His fear was more because he saw us adults working on the suits behind the scenes, me shoving hands in Fredbear’s mouth for repairs and getting my sleeve stuck on a metal rod, or other mundane occurrences. This was terrifying to children at that young of an age, even if it was perfectly safe. Rebecca didn’t like seeing Spring Bonnie taken apart, and would say he got hurt, begging me to put him back together. They’re only children…

Children can still feel safe even when they face their greatest fears, if the right person is there to support them through it.

[19catsncounting]

“”Sure you can cover that, Mr. Lowest-Paid-Hero-In-The-Industry? Don’t want you breaking the fucking bank on some Takis.” Aizawa seethes when he notices that Bokunto applied his employee discount.” - The Wards of UA

The secretly softest combini shop worker in all of Japan and reformed pickpocket, Bokunto! When he’s not cutting his fingers on a box knife while stocking, applying his employee discount to the cold coffee purchases of the underground hero who has arrested him a few times, or calling the police for drunk old hermits to fall into his stock displays, he might be spending time time at a 24-hour diner with a certain lady-friend.

[ignisrp]

Nome mundano: Sae Dakho Nome de caçador: Hudae Descantmirk Data de nascimento: 07/11/1998 (25 anos) Local de nascimento: SoHo, Nova Iorque Etnia: Coreano Faceclaim: Hongjoong (ATEEZ)

Moradia: Superbia Ocupação: Balconista no Taki’s Diner Raça: Feiticeiro

Qualidades: Protetor, intenso, corajoso, intuitivo. Defeitos: Temperamental, inconstante, desconfiado, astuto.

Background: [TW: Menção a estupro] A única que eu sentia era um poder muito grande, como se tivesse mais de mim mesmo dentro de mim e nenhum de nós conseguisse controlar o corpo e a mente, havia um fogo que nós queimava de dentro pra fora e nos deixava ainda mais desesperados e cheios de raiva, ira, morte… Não víamos nada além de sombras que pareciam querer nos engolir, ouvíamos vozes, gritos, súplicas, sons horríveis que, se eu tivesse pesadelos, esses sons estariam em todos eles. No entanto, os sons de desesperos eram transformados em música, uma música que alimenta a nossa ira, parecia uma música sobre mentiras que dava raiva e nos fazia sucumbir. Mas não havia nós, não havia mais de um no corpo, era apenas eu, matando todos que apareciam na minha frente, era eu que estava descontrolado e sucumbindo a um ódio demoníaco… Era eu, Sae DakHo.

Você sabe como é nascer e crescer e ser alimentado na mentira e por mais mentiras? Sabe o que é ser enganado a vida toda por aqueles que você mais confiava, que lhe prometiam o mundo e um mar de rosas? O que você faria se descobrisse que sua mãe foi estuprada por uma merda de um demônio do caralho e que ela passaria toda merda do resto da vida dela sentindo as dores físicas e psicológicas e que, ainda por cima, engravidou. Você também não surtaria se descobrisse que é a porra de uma consequência de um crime? Que você foi a maior dor da sua mãe? E não, ela não podia me abortar porque os pais dela são uns crentes desgraçados que romantizam toda essa merda porque Deus, todo poderoso, quis que fosse assim. Spoiler: você surtaria. Não pode me julgar por ter surtado e matado toda a minha família, parentes e amigos, eu não sabia que tinha poderes mágicos. Pois é, até às merda dos meus poderes esconderam-me, parece que fizeram um encanto em mim quando pequeno que me dava uma trava mental e bloqueia meus poderes. Você acha que foi uma boa ideia? Eu também não. Imagina a cena, sua vida é uma merda, sua mãe se mata quando você tem apenas dois anos, após sofrer muito, ocultam a informação que seu pai é um demônio que abusou de sua mãe e, ainda por cima, tudo isso é jogado na sua cara pelo seu avô bêbado na frente de todos os parentes e amigos durante sua festa de treze anos. Não teria trava mental que segurasse tanta raiva reprimida e momentânea.

Ser feiticeiro não é fácil, quer dizer, não foi… Tenho duas classes de poderes, a Magia da Música, representada pela cor escura de uma parte do meu cabelo, e a Magia Obscura, representada pela cor da outra parte do meu cabelo. Exatamente, tenho suas cores de cabelo, quando eu era mais novo,  foi dito que era uma condição rara de vitiligo que atingia só o cabelo, repartido igualmente. Porém, na verdade, é uma deformidade, outra consequência de uma relação entre demônio e mundano… Através do meu cabelo, é mostrado o equilíbrio, quando estou com meus poderes musicais, meu cabelo fica todo preto, a mesma coisa com os obscuros, só que fica todo branco. Eu não uso muito porque me desgasta, me deixa fraco, sem energia e vulnerável, eles são ótimos, mas mortais pra mim. Olha que merda, né?! Ser um feiticeiro limitado, chega a ser uma piada. A sorte é que não gosto dos meus poderes obscuros, prefiro o da música, lembram a minha mãe e me deixam um pouco próximo dela. Não lembro muito bem dela, mas sei que ela gostava de música. Além disso, foi com ele que aniquilei todas aqueles que diziam que me amavam… Não tem como gostar de um poder tão destruidor.

Foi difícil manter o equilíbrio entre as classes, precisaram trabalhar muito no meu psicológico para que eu pudesse está assim hoje. Quando o Instituto me encontrou no meio do bosque, logo após todo o ocorrido, eu estava morrendo, meu corpo parecia um galho seco e qualquer toque o quebrava, minha alma parecia que estava sendo engolida por lava, queimava e doía uma dor indescritível. Quando eu acordei, eu estava solto na cama, havia dormido por dois dias seguidos. Me disseram que eu podia ir embora se quisesse, mas eu escolhi ficar, porque a nossa querida diretora, Valeria Fairfaith, prometeu cuidados, condições de vida melhor e verdadeira, além de conhecer e explorar meus poderes a fim de me ajudar a controlar e receber conhecimento que foram escondidos de mim. Aliás, foi ela que me resgatou no bosque, foi ela que impediu dos poderes obscuros me matar, e tudo isso eu pago sendo caçador, estudando e treinando todos esses anos, aprimorando minhas habilidades musicais e aprendendo a usar os obscuros sem me sucumbir. Por todavia, vocês me conhecem por Hudae Descantmirk, um caçador feiticeiro que encanta música e tem poderes obscuros que tem medo de usar. Traumas? Só um pouco. Poderão me encontrar em Superbia, onde moro, mas estarei mais no Taki's Diner. Não é fazendo publi, mas lá tem as melhores refeições, eu não perderia a oportunidade de ir lá e ainda se encantar pelo balconista, eu. Por isso é só, finalizo aqui o meu discurso e levo meu diploma de formado para casa junto com as minhas runas! Nós veremos por aí? Talvez nem todas as verdades foram reveladas, talvez eu ainda esteja sendo enganado… Não sei, uma sensação que tenho.

Habilidades: MAGIA DA MÚSICA. Controle dos ossos: Usando de seu canto melancólico, o feiticeiro consegue encantar as partículas dos ossos de seres vivos, podendo manipular do jeito que bem entender, a vítima ficando completamente sob controle do feitiço. O encanto pode atingir até três pessoas de uma vez, mas que isso, a magia fica fraca e funciona por um tempo limitado.

Notas músicas: O feiticeiro consegue orquestrar uma sinfonia física usando notas músicas extraídas de sons diversos do ambiente, o feitiço pode ser usado como forma de ataque, atingindo fisicamente vários oponentes de uma vez só e através da audição e visão também, distraindo os mais fracos com a beleza visual e sonora do feitiço. A sinfonia também pode servir de barreira , impedindo ataques por um tempo limitado.

High Note: Ao gritar, o submundano consegue atordoar aqueles que estão em sua volta, dependendo do querer e do uso da potência, pode explodir o cérebro dos atingidos. Quando cantando, pode apenas deixar os seres tranquilos, consegue até direcionar o canto, deixando potente apenas para o atingido.

Canção mortal: Como um ato de proteção para não ser mais manipulado ou ter a mente invadida de novo, ele criou um bloqueio mental onde quem ousar invadir sua mente sofrerá uma punição. Uma música estridente toca e faz com que o intruso sinta uma dor sem igual no cérebro.

Invocação de arma: O feiticeiro tem uma arma musical, Kalimba, onde pode mudar de proporção de acordo com o modo de uso do feiticeiro. O instrumento vem acompanhado de um pequeno martelo de afinação do qual também pode sofrer alterações, sendo usado como arma física de curto alcance e um refletor de feitiço, direcionando a magia para quem quisesse que seja atingido.

Canção de cura: Usando a arma em sua proporção pequena, para uso de uma mão só, ele toca uma canção que cura os aliados. A cura demora quinze segundos para ser concluída, independente da gravidade. Acomodado do martelo, ele o utiliza caso a inimigos por perto, impedindo que o interrompa. Quando usa o instrumento em sua versão maior, pode ressuscitar recém mortos, mas usando de sua energia e maior concentração.

Proteção sonora: O instrumento se transforma em um belo escudo indestrutível feito de um cristal raro e encantado, o martelo usa como arma de curto alcance.

Canção da morte: Assim como pode curar, proteger e reviver, a canção do instrumento também pode adoecer, mas isso requer energia do feiticeiro e concentração pois precisa entrar em harmonia com seu lado das trevas. Para isso, ele precisa do instrumento de apoio, o mini martelo para tocar a canção da morte. Por ele precisar parar tudo que está fazendo, fica vulnerável, então ele precisa estar escondido, no entanto, quanto mais longe ele estiver, mais fraco e sem energia ele fica.

MAGIA DAS TREVAS. Chamado dos mortos: Com um gesto, o submundano invoca mãos de espíritos perturbados para prender aquele que bem quiser, deixando completamente imóvel e sentindo a alma sendo puxada junto com o corpo, mas isso é apenas sentimento, nada irá acontecer, é apenas para imobilizar.

Obscuridade: Consegue deixar o ser cego ao olhar fixamente para os olhos do ser, pode usar tanto para dar susto e conseguir o que busca, como forma de ameaça e tortura, como também pode deixar completamente cego. A escuridão dos poderes alheios atravessa os olhos até chegarem nos outros olhos.

Canção venenosa: Com uma canção de ninar, ele consegue envenenar vários ao mesmo tempo sem ter consequências, no entanto, quanto mais longe quiser que seja, mais fraco vai ficando e, consequentemente, a canção pode o atingir também. Raios infernais: Invoca raios vindo do inferno que usa para ataque, o poder faz com que ele flutue e fique cercado por raios negros.

Domínio sanguíneo: Nesse poder, ele aguça o sentido da audição e consegue ouvir o líquido percorrer as veias, conseguindo, assim, controlar o sangue. Ele pode petrificar, parar e acumular para fazer o local explodir com o excesso extraordinário de acúmulo. Mas uma vez que o sangue está fora do corpo, se torna inútil, ele controla o sangue através do som aguçado.

Consequências: Todos os poderes das trevas são prejudiciais ao feiticeiro, o uso é extremamente limitado para que ele não enlouqueça.

[bliju]

Thursday, 7.7. 2022

NEW YORK květen 2022

Jeden z mých největších cestovatelských snů se stal skutečností! Stresu a problému bylo, ale všechno to stálo za to!

Letenky jsme kupovaly asi 2,5 měsíce předem Praha-Dublin-New York a zpět New York-Dublin-Berlín v neuvěřitelný akci za necelých 5000,-. Ubytování jsme řešily přes Airbnb a našly jsme pěkné v Bushwicku (celkem jsme platily asi 11000,-). Ovšem v den příjezdu nám ho zrušili. Měly jsme tak hodinu před odletem na najítí novýho a ještě v NY byla noc :D Takže jsme nakonec na jednu noc zamluvily hotel Four Points by Sheraton (4200,- za obě), kterej vycházel na Manhattanu nejlíp a k tomu na zbytek Airbnb v Brooklynu  u stanice metra Classon avenu (asi za 13000,- pro obě) a bylo to asi nejhorší ubytování našeho života :D Ale přežily jsme a na přespání se to nějak dalo. 

Před odletem jsme řešily Esty (žádost je vyplněná tak za 10 minut a přišla mi do hodiny) a negativní testy.

Odlétaly jsme dopoledne do Dublinu, kde jsme měly cca 20 hodin přestup. V Praze jsme tedy odbavily zavazadla a do příručáku si sbalily věči na jednu noc, kterou jsme strávily v hostelu Abbey Court.

Po příletu jsme si daly tour Dublinem, fish and chips a pak si sedly na Guinnesse :D Hostel byl super, takže jsme se i prospaly a ráno si daly free snídani. Pak už jsme vyrazily na autobus číslo 16 a za 2,6 EUR frčely na letiště. Tam ovšem nastala krize, kdy všude byly hrozný zmatky a fronty a my málem nestihly letadlo. Takže jsme sprintovaly po letišti, předbíhaly fronty, ukecávaly zaměstnance s podobně. Do letadla jsme nakonec dosedly reálně 5 minut před zavřením dveří. A to jsme měly 2 hodiny času a žádný zavazadla. (Po příletu domu jsem pak četla články, že některý letiště - a Dublinský tam bylo zmíněný taky - jsou po kovidu bez zaměstnanců a pak nestíhaj.)

Přílet do USA už byl hladký. Všechny kontroly totiž proběhly už v Dublinu (i imigrační pohovor) a ve Státech už nikdo nic nekontroloval. Tím, že jsme bydlely na Lower Manhattanu, tak jsme jely Airtrainem na stanici Howard Beach. Tam jsme pak musely zaplatit 8 USD za cestu Airtrainem a ještě si koupily za 33 USD týdenní kartu na MHD. To všechno se tam dalo platit jen hotově. 

Nějak po 15:00 jsme dorazily na hotel, ubytovaly se a šly do města, protože jít takhle brzo spát nejde :D Využily jsme strategiské polohy našeho hotelu a vyrazily k pomínku Dvojčat, do Little Italy, China townu, na Wall street a Finacial District a výhled na mosty a Brooklyn. Večer jsme odpadly asi v 9 a i tak jsme se ráno vzbudily ve 4 :D

Ráno jsme batohy nechaly v hotelové úschovně a vydaly se na snídani do Tick Tock Diner, což bylo “klasický americký” bistro s boxama a paní, co neustále dolévá kafe z konvičky :D Daly jsme si obří pancakes a byly spokojený. Pak jsme se rozhodly jít se podívat na The Vessel, High line, Little island, byt Carrie a Přátel. Pak jsme couraly po Greenwich Village, 5. avenue a parcích v centru. Pak už jsme se vrátily do hotelu pro věci a jely se ubytovat do našeho holobytu :D

Druhý den bylo v plánu DUMBO, Brooklyn bridge, blešák, a centrum - Times square, Grand cental teminal, výhled na Empire, procházka pro centru a na večer Guggenheimovo muzeum, kam jsme měly předem koupené lístky v akci “pay what you wish” - vždy v pondělí v 18:00 našeho času se spustí předprodej na následující sobotu. Časy jsou buďto od 18 nebo od 19 hodin vždy na hodinu a lístek si můžete koupit už od 1 USD. Po tomhle dni jsme byly fakt zničený a už se jen došouraly do bytu :D

Následující den jsme chtěly mít trochu odpočinkový, takže jsme jely do Central parku, kde jsme si na 2 hodiny půjčily kola. Půjčovny byly hned u Columbus Circle a za 2 hodiny jsme platily každá 25 USD. Nakonec to teda moc odpočinek nebyl, protože jsme se trochu ztratily a tak jsme objely park neplánovaně úplně celý, což bylo za ty 2 hodiny trochu Tour de France :D Ale pak jsme si to vykompenzovaly dobrotama, posezením a opalovačkou v parku. Celkově se mi v parku hrozně líbilo a byla jsem ráda, že jsme si na něja vyčlenily skoro celý den. Na večer jsme zašly na vyhlášený burger do JG Melon a pak jely na baseball na Mets. Zjistily jsme, že lístky nejsou zas tak drahý (asi 30 USD i s poplatky), ale co drahý bylo, byla úschovna baťohů - 12 USD, což nás pěkně naštvalo :D A taky teda všechno jídlo a pití. Zážitek to byl super, ale hra byla docela nudná, protože to teda moc neodpalovali :D

Poslední celý den jsme vyrazili trajektem na Staten Island, abysme viděly Sochu svobody a výhled na Manhattan a pak už jen couraly po místech, který jsme předchozí dny nestihly, nakupovaly suvenýry a užívaly poslední výhledy. Na večer jsme měly koupený lístky na Top of the rock. Ty jsme koupily na 19:45, protože během západu se připlácí 10 USD a tohle byl první čas, kdy to bylo bez příplatku :D Bylo to teda trochu těsný, ale nakonec nám to super vyšlo a viděly jsme NY za dne a pak i během západu. Ten byl vlastně hodně dlouhý a než bylo město úplně rozsvícené docela trvalo. Ale za mě to byl jeden z nejhezčích zážitků. Celkově i  Rockefellerovo Centerum se mi moc líbilo. Pak jsme ještě zašly na večerní Times square, ale to už na mě bylo docela dost lidí :D

Poslední den jsme vzhledem ke zkušenostem z Dublinu chtěly být na letišti fakt brzo, takže jsme jen dopoledne ještě jely do Williansburgu, ale hodně míst tam bylo ještě zavřených, takže za nás to zas tak cool čtvrť nebyla. Jako poslení jídlo jsme si daly v Juniors shake a cheese cake, což byly asi 2 nejsladší věci, co jsem kdy jedla :D  Pak už jsme v Targetu nakoupily jako suvenýry ještě nějaký sladnosti, vyzvedly na bytě zavazadla a frčely na letiště. Tentokrát bylo vše bez problémů a my v klídku odletěly.

A ikdyž jsme byly fakt unavený a usínaly v metru, tak jsme si ještě daly rychlotour po Berlíně, kde jsme prošly Židovský památník, Braniborskou bránu, parlament a pak po Unter den Linden k muzejnímu ostrovu. Tam nás stihla hrozná bouřka, takže jsme jen doběhly na Alexander platz do metra a jely na autobusák, kde jsme si koupily lístky na Flixbus a za necelých 5 (prospaných) hodin byly k večeru v Praze.

Za jídlo v restauracích jsem většinou platila tak 25-30 USD, pizza nebo fast food vyšly tak kolem 10 USD. Hotdogy a jiný doroty ze stánku cca 3 USD. Ceny jsme zas tak nechápaly - v restauracích k nim ještě byly taxy, ve stáncích ne. Všude se taky platí dýško (jediný příjem lidí z gastra) a to minimálně 10% (spíš víc) a buďo vám, ho tam přímo započítaj nebo máte na účtence vypočítáno, kolik jim máte dát. Zadarmo dostanete vodu, což je super.

S taxama jsme trochu bojovaly celou dobu, ale byly jsme líný to nějak řešit :D Takže naše poznatky - oblečení, boty, jídlo v krámě - bez tax. Kosmetika, restaurace, vstupenky - s tamaxama.

Jízda metrem - za nás (spíš za mě) úplně bez problému - v mobilu jsem měla pdf mapu a jezdily jsme podle ní a jen 1x jsme jely stanici na opačnou stranu, jinak vždycky správně. Jediný, co nás občas štvalo bylo, že když chtěl člověk do druhýho směru, tak musel zase na povrch, přes křižovatku a pak zas do metra. Taky jsme měly problém s jednou kartou, která nefungovala. Většinou nám otevřel zaměstnanec v kukani, občas jsme prošly na jednu a až 3. den jsme narazily na kompetetní zaměstnankyni, která katru opravila tím, že s ní několikrát zakroutila a pak jí asi 20x projela turniketem a karta začala fungovat :D

Za mě to byl rozhodně jeden ze životních výletů a jsem moc ráda, že se nám to povedlo naplánovat tak, že jsme viděly všechno, co jsme chtěly (určitě máme věci "na příště”, ale to musí být vždykcy), měly čas na odpočinek a hlavně i čas na to, ty vjemy nějak vstřebat a ne to mít jen jak dostih. Takže díky a těším se zas na další dobrodrůžo!

[optimisticglitterqueenmagnusbane]

"Welcome to the greatest restaurant in New York"

-Jace Herondale

[thesunsetshope]

Maia opened up her own diner and well, what can I say, she looks good as a business owner. 

 Here is Taki's Diner, redesigned. 

[non-plutonian-druid]

I have attempted to color this. So many times. Maybe someday I’ll post a colored version but for now, I’m done. I give up. Have the uncolored lineart.

[ID: An uncolored digital illustration of the vampires Raphael Santiago, Lily Chen, and Elliott, who does not have a canonical last name, drawn in an angular style with no line weight variation. The view seems to be very low compared to them, as if taken from a camera lying on a table looking directly at the ceiling around which they are gathered. Elliott, who is grinning and has short dreadlocks hanging around his face, is in the bottom left corner, leaned in close and reaching a pointer finger towards the foreground, as if to swipe on a smartphone that is located beyond the front of the image. Lily and Raphael are a little further away, though still gathered around the implied camera/smartphone. Raphael, who has curly hair and is wearing a jacket over a t shirt, is in the bottom right corner and seems to be watching whatever it is Elliott is doing with a neutral but vaguely amused expression. Lily, who has a short asymmetrical bob and is wearing a jacket over two layers of shirts, one a turtleneck and the other a v neck, is in the top right corner and is looking at Raphael. Her expression is mostly neutral, but is a little more serious than Raphael’s. In the top left is an empty glass with a straw, which contains a few dregs of whatever liquid it contained (blood). Behind them is the ceiling with long panels of wood, two round lights, and the top edge of a window. End ID.]