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[keysmashingfantasies]

Hi! I absolutely love your fics and since AiB S2 had just ended, I was hoping you would take a Chishiya fic request. I'm a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope and was thinking it could be incorporated in the Jack of Hearts game (basically reader and Chishiya have no choice but to trust each other despite their differences). Amidst their tension, since they need to trust each other, both Chishiya and reader get to understand the other over time. Maybe a bit of angsty fluff?

Merry Christmas (if you celebrate) and Happy Holidays! I hope you get to enjoy this season of festivities!

hi! merry (belated) christmas and happy new year! i hope you got to enjoy the holidays too! here's your request! ❤️ feedback is always welcome and encouraged! i didn't do a explicit lovers situation, i left it open (bc lowkey im thinking of a pt 2) but i hope you can enjoy it nonetheless!

First, you were transported to that godforsaken world.

Then, you were made to play to get days to live.

And after that, you landed on a game of hearts where a rat tried to sell you out to save himself.

And a few days later, a bunch of zeppelins with face cards started to fly around and to avoid being shot until you turned to puree, you had to go on a game inside a prison complex to participate in yet another hearts game with the same rat that tried to use you to survive.

Just great.

You thought you'd just avoid him at first. He must be so used to fucking people over he doesn't even remember me, it's what you thought at first, but then his eyes met yours and they shone with amusement. He remembered you and didn't even look remotely embarrassed or guilty, in fact, he looked quite smug. It made your blood boil.

You decided to make your way over after you saw Chishiya leaning to murmur something in another player's ear. After sizing the boy in the overalls that looked absolutely terrified, you came to the conclusion that there was no better way to end Chishiya than to prevent him to be able to manipulate people.

You placed yourself on the other side of the boy, leaning on the wall opposite to Chishiya. "Hey", you spoke lowly. "Don't listen to him. He lies", you said. Chishiya raised his eyebrows, surprised. You remembered him after all.

"Huh?", the boy looked frantically back and forth as you and Chishiya as you stared each other down. You, boiling in fury and him smug as always.

"Ah, don't be too quick to take her word for it. It's your word against mine, after all. The game barely even started and here you are, already trying to get ahead. By what we know, you may be the Jack after all", he said, and the boy took an wobbly step to stand next to him.

"As if I'm the Jack. For all purposes, it could be you too. Aren't you used to leading people astray to their deaths?", you said, and Chishiya's face fell a bit, making you feel triumphant. He tried to sold you and accused you of being the Jack? The audacity.

He was about to open his mouth when another thing caught both of yours attention. A girl, dressed cutely, seemingly collecting players.

She came to your direction, standing in front of the three of you. "Do you want to play with us?", she said. Her fake smile grinded your gears even more, but you did your best to reciprocate. "But of course!"

"I'll play with you too", said Chishiya.

"Can't get rid of you, can I?", you grit out as you followed the group downstairs.

"We shall see", he said in a flat tone.

-

The game was nearing the end.

Your only ally, a woman in a red cardigan was led astray by the girl with the fake smile and cutesy dress, that in turn was betrayed by her own group. And now the group was getting smaller and smaller. There was Banda and a skittish boy with a fringe, and a couple. And you and Chishiya.

You eyed them all suspiciously. The game wasn't over, which meant the Jack was still among you. While you were looking around, trying to pretend you weren't straining your ears to listen to their conversation, Chishiya approached you.

"Do you know what they were doing before the game started?", he said, amused. You shook your head, not wanting to give him the time of day, but still listening with attention.

"Having sex. Inside one of the cells. He has full control over her", he said nonchalantly. "They'll do anything for each other. And the one right there, Banda. A serial killer, I saw on the news. Must've been a relief for him, being sent here...", he talked to you like someone talked about the weather, like you weren't in a death trap of a game.

"What do you want? For me to believe you? As if that's possible", you stood up, talking to him as quietly as possible. After all, it was best if the others thought you had an ally still. Even though you'd rather eat glass than to trust him with your life. "What? Want me to be like her?", you subtly nodded in the direction of the woman, that was absolutely entranced and attentive to everything the man was saying as if it was gospel. But it was probably a bunch of bullshit. "To follow you around until I'm useful to be bait?", earlier you were fuming but now you were just tired. Tired of dealing with all of this, and tired of seeing his face. Before, you wanted to beat him to a pulp for doing what he did. Now, you just wanted a peaceful and hidden place with food and maybe some rain for you to shower with.

"You're still mad at me for that?", he said. The game consisted of basically convincing people not to kill you. Since it was your first game and you got there desperate, and Chishiya was the first person you saw, you had delayed to him your entire story. That you worked with children, that you loved what you did. That you couldn't wait to see them again. And then he took it and used it as his own. If it was only between the two of you, you'd have died that day.

"Of course I am! I could've died", you said.

"And on any other game after that. It's not even about me anymore, is it?", he said as you stormed off to get water.

-

"It's not even about me anymore, is it?"

The fact was that no, it wasn't. He played by the rules, and did what he was supposed to do at a hearts game. And if what he was supposed to do was be a huge traitor, well, that's on the game masters' account as well.

You were there grabbing a bottle of water behind one of the shelves when Chishiya tried to approach the woman. She, of course, bewitched by her affair, didn't even respond. Chishiya was good at seeming calm, but you could see that if he was outwardly asking for help then he sure was desperate.

He was right. It wasn't about him at all.

You had to kill people too. Had to trick people too. And for what? You had no one but your students. Would you be able to look them in the eye knowing you killed innocent people to get back? Chishiya tricked the person you were before you got into the games. You for sure weren't that person anymore.

You made your way around the shelf to approach him, him turning around with a smile on his lips but you could see that his friendly facade faltered when he looked at you. He didn't expect anything from you and that strangely hurt. For a moment, as you and Chishiya contemplated each other, it was like looking at a mirror. Alone, untrustworthy. You took a deep breath.

"You were right, Chishiya", his eyebrows rose yet again. You remembered his name. "It wasn't about you", you slowly approached him.

"Turn around", you said, softly. For the first time since you were a desperate mess in a hearts game, you weren't glaring daggers at him. You seemed tired, and oddly at peace. He appreciated the change.

"Thinking about lying to me?", he said, feigning amusement.

"Thought", you corrected him. "But not anymore. Turn", you said again and he eyed you for a second before turning around in his heels. He could feel you stare at him, and he jumped slightly when he felt your fingers on the back of his neck, brushing his hair aside to look at his symbol.

"Diamonds", you breathed and he turned around.

You sat down on the table directly next to you, drinking your water.

"What, you don't want me to do it to you?", he said, plopping himself next to you.

"Are you thinking about lying to me?", you gave him a weak chuckle and he reciprocated with a small smile of his own.

"Thought. But not anymore. Turn", he said, the smile still there. You turned your torso away from him and he leaned over to look at it. You could feel his breathing on your neck and it gave you goosebumps.

"Hearts", he said. You laughed.

"I can't believe it", you said, looking at him. "Ironic, huh?", you raised your eyebrow. You felt contempt but that underlying bitterness showed through. Not at Chishiya anymore but at all of this, at yourself and he could definitely notice this shift.

"I work with children. I love what I do", he said after a beat of silence. You looked at him, perplexed. He really did all of this to toy with you? That's what you get for trying to help.

"You're an asshole", you say through clenched teeth, going to stand up when you felt his hand around your wrist. He wasn't squeezing you, you could shake him off by any means. But the overwhelming warmth of his palms and his gaze where all consuming, keeping you where you stood. He stood up, once again in front of you. "I'm not a teacher", he said.

You scoffed. "Of course you're not-", you started but he cut you off once more.

"I'm a pediatric heart surgeon. I was in the middle of my residency when I got here", he said. "What I said... Wasn't necessarily true. I don't love those kids like they're my own, because they're not. And I can wait to see them again. In fact, when I tell one to go home I hope I don't ever see them again. I hate dealing with people and the never ending questions and the sobbing parents. But it wasn't a lie either", he said.

"I... I didn't know...", you felt your face grow hot. He was a surgeon for kids. You never once wondered what he did before all this, but you assumed it was something shameful, since he decided to basically copy and paste your life story. You never once stopped to consider that maybe he did just have a similar life to you, after all. You felt sick all of a sudden.

"Don't apologize, there was no way of you knowing", he said. "I did what I did because you had something I didn't. You... Had that fire, that... Love. You wanted to see them again so bad. I didn't have that. I had to pretend", he said. He seemed... soft. Genuine. Your heart ached.

"I don't have that anymore", you said softly, avoiding his gaze. Chishiya felt needle pricks all over his body.

"I think you do", you looked up. "You wouldn't have come so far to give up", he said.

"I...", he started, but looked up at the sound of your voice.

"You...", you both talked at the same time. But that would have to wait because soon enough it was time to go inside the cells once more.

-

The game was over. While two of the remaining four tried to extract information from the Jack, you grabbed as much as you could carry and was making your way to the exit.

"What now?", you heard behind you.

"I don't know, Chishiya. What now?", you said.

"I'm looking for... my friends", you were surprised. He always struck you as a loner type. You did get him all wrong. "You could come. We can help each other leave this place", he said. "You're smart enough. A good player".

"Are you saying we're friends?", you asked, one eyebrow raised. Chishiya froze. He didn't think it'd escalate this quickly. Friends? You were similar. But he looked at you in a different way than he did other people. As his eyes darted around, you made your way towards him. "Something different?", you whispered like you were telling him a secret. You didn't want to say "more". Not yet, at least.

"Different, yes", he said, extremely relieved at your choice of words.

"One condition", you said and he nodded.

"You tell me about you. About your job. I'd love to visit when this all ends", he gave you a wobbly relieved smile.

"And you too. Tell me about your students", he said, walking alongside you as you exited the prison complex.

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Double Dealing

The party wasn't as bad as I thought. Nick was sitting in the living room with a drink in his hand. He was socializing with everyone that approached him. Chris was doing the same thing but on his feet. Elmer was talking business with some people in the back room. I was in the kitchen where fewer people were. I leaned against the counter slowly sipping something that tasted like coconut and gasoline. No one talked to me and I was okay with that. The house was full but not as bad as I thought. There was alcohol but not enough for anyone to get trashed. Elmer had cupcakes and various chips on the counters in case anyone got the munchies from smoking marijuana. The group that was invited was everyone from the bad drop Nick got shot at. Since it was everyone from the drop my anxiety was high. I already relived the horrible time over and over in my head and now everyone was right in front of me again. I just couldn't help but feel like something was going to go wrong. Everyone was laughing and joking about that night, even Chris who wasn't there. I kicked off the counter and started walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" Nick caught me.

"It's a lot." I sighed and looked over his shoulder at everyone having a good time.

"Are you good?" My attention snapped back to him.

"I'm okay. I just need some air." I reassured him. He nodded and I quietly opened the door and closed it behind me. I knew if anyone asked Nick would make up some excuse for me being gone. The nighttime air was cool and stung my lungs upon my first breath. I grabbed my headphones from the car and tucked them in my ears. I took a second to sync them to my phone. I started walking. I made my way towards downtown. There was a fountain in the park that had lights that changed color. I just wanted to sit and watch them shift between the colors and feel at peace. The night was flying by and I sat thinking about her again. I made my decision that tomorrow I was going to say something to her. I was going to tell her my name and I was going to ask her out. Life is way too short to live in fear. After a few hours, I assumed the party was ending and headed back. I was right, only a few cars remained outside Elmer's house. I snuck back in and either no one noticed that I was gone or no one cared.

"Matt." I turned and saw Chris and Elmer motioning for me to join them. I slowly walked over to them. I assumed I was in trouble since the head and right hand wanted to talk to me together.

"Come in here." They pulled me into the business room. It was the room of the house that was for secret conversations and any business other members weren't allowed to be involved in. It was just us three in the room. Elmer and Chris sat in their designated chairs.

"Chris tells me you are stepping up for Nick." He raised a brow. I wasn't sure the best way to confirm so I just nodded once.

"Good. I like to hear he has the cover. I'm even more glad to know it's you. I have some meetings coming up and I want you there."

"Okay." I faked the confidence.

"Good. Chris." Elmer cocked his head towards the door asking him to leave. He obliged. "I wanna talk about that night." He said hushed.

"I don't know what happened. Everything was fine and then it wasn't; I just panicked." I lost my confident tough guy act quick.

"You are fine. It's not you I'm worried about."

"Nick? The doctor said -"

"No. I think someone is double-dealing."

"What does that mean?" I was usually the house sitter so the gang terms weren't obvious to me like my brothers.

"I think someone is sharing information from our crew directly to The Reapers."

"Shouldn't you be talking to Chris about this?" I was very confused.

"He already knows about it. He has his job. Now I need you on the same page."

"And that is?" I was a little intrigued.

"If you hear or see anything I need to know immediately. Talk around. See if you can trip anyone up. Just after that deal went dirty I found out La Banda was meeting with The Reapers. Something is going on. I think they are tryna oust us." I didn't know it was this deep. I shook my head up and down so he knew I was actively listening and understanding. He stood up so I knew we were done talking. I reached for the doorknob when his voice stopped me, "And Matt?"

"Yeah?" I looked over my shoulder.

"Thank you for being a brother." He smiled. I smiled back. Even though this gang shit seemed stupid pretty much all the time, it was nice to feel a part of the group for once. I rejoined Nick and Chris in the living room.

"Ready to go?" Nick asked slowly standing up.

"Yeah." I sighed outward heavily. I felt Chris eyeing me hard but I couldn't tell why. We made our way back to our hideout.

"I have an errand to run. I'm going back out." Chris immediately turned around and left.

"Any idea what -"

"Not a clue." I interrupted Nick. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad. I'm just tired." Nick looked grey in the face from exhaustion.

"Need me to get you anything?" I offered.

"I'm okay. I'm just going to go to bed." Nick walked into Chris' room. I made my way to my room and thought about tonight. As far as bad nights go tonight wasn't an awful one. I had a lot of apprehension about Elmer's meetings. I could only hope that they were easygoing and nothing like the drop I endured. I got into bed and waited up until I heard Chris get back home. He came in trying to be quiet but I was wide awake. I caught him in the hall.

"You good?" I asked. He looked scared to see me.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." He shrugged.

"It's late. You sure?" I pressed.

"I'm fine. Go to bed." He said sternly. "You don't want to be tired for your meetings." He almost sounded jealous. He disappeared into his room. I went back into my room and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off. The only thing that made me feel better was knowing tomorrow at three o'clock I was going to ask her out.

[leveloneandup]

Tobin Heath and Christen Press - "How to Win Gold" with Shannon Boxx | Episode 6

Tobin and Christen return with a recap of the first two USWNT matches in the Paris Olympics! What did their wins over Zambia and Germany prove? And which players and tactics were they particularly impressed with? Then, they focus on the Canadian cheating scandal. How does it feel to be a Canadian player right now? And how does flying a drone over an opposing team's practice give them a distinct advantage during penalty kicks?

Later, they are joined by 3x Olympic gold medalist and USWNT legend, Shannon Boxx. They discuss what makes this team different from the 2023 World Cup team, Shannon's approach to always finding a way to win, the difficulties of finding your way post retirement and her impact on Tobin as a roommate early on. Plus, some love for Zambia's star player, Barbra Banda, the diversity on this USWNT roster, Shannon being the USWNT's most capped black player and, of course, Community Questions!

[vumming]

alice in borderland — imagine dad vibes

dads who in their free time watches YouTube tutorials on how to design different hairstyles for their children, whether it be cut, dye, or simply designing it. in the end, became responsible for doing their children's hair and he thoroughly enjoys it. “daddy, daddy!” they come running up to him and once he's finished, goes to you to show it off

chishiya, kurube, tatta, arisu, aguni, yaba, kuzuryu

sneezes so loud, and it's not just the nose that's talking, it's the mouth too. like he just goes "aCHOOBRRBSJUHUBAH!" which scares/concerns his kid(s), best expect that they'd be running at you with concern/scared expression plastered on their face. " daddy's doing it again!!" and you'd tell him but his response is just, "so what?! let them be terrified!"

kurube, niragi, hatter, kyuma, aguni, last boss

dad jokes. need i say more? they're the bane of their child(ren) lmao. like, they just talk at the most bizarre moments, like one time your family is in a restaurant and he saw a fly, "what do you call a fly with no wings?" and everyone immediately groans, awaiting the punchline "a walk." the another set of groan—over the time they learn to ignore or let out a chuckle of two. needless to say, he never lets go of that humor.

maki, chota, kurube, hatter, enji, banda

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

It's sad af that professors go out of their way to actually thank us for working hard lmfao

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[ask-miscode]

bracket 1 Pair 10

Banda came after I completed reading hand plates.

Pronouns: He/Him

LV: 1

Banda comes from a handplates timeline that was extremely harsh. Sans did not get a complete recovery after the incident that blew open his head and wears the bandages to cover up the injury. His papyrus is more serious and protective of him while Banda is more anxious. Banda is extremely scared of new people and will always go to his brother or Puppet to hide behind. Banda also has extreme PTSD from the time in his AU. Banda is about the same age as puppet like around six years old I would say.

Dove is just something I randomly thought of.

Pronouns: He/Him

LV: 1

Dove comes from an AU quite like birdtale except the monsters are still on the surface just trapped in a little area that does go up forever so they can still fly to the clouds. The monsters in this AU are able to walk on clouds. I dunno why they just can lol. Dove is super energetic and can be a bit much to others. He is also super loud. He and his bro have a pretty similar personality. Not many resets have happened and no genocide yet since it is a pretty new AU in the Multiverse. Sans is probably still this happy because of that.

Today I will only do one poll.

[fly-musings]

When will you realize Vienna waits for you?

A voz de sua mãe estava a reverberar em seu subconsciente. Para um filho que perdeu a mãe tão cedo, de uma maneira tão brutal, poder revê-la agora, já adulto, e senti-la mais uma vez era algo acalentador. O luto que nunca se desfez, que nunca cessou de pulsar em seus pensamentos, parecia um tanto mais sutil. Ela exigiu dele coragem para viver em uma despedida forçosa, de forma que sequer pode justificar sua aparição repentina ou ao menos informar mais detalhes sobre Bhaskara. 

O sabor estranho atingia seu paladar com amargor. Uma conclusão que talvez fosse precipitada tomou as rédeas de suas decisões e, pela primeira vez, Flynn ouviu os seus próprios desejos. Contabilizava quantos de seus anseios foram desperdiçados pensando nas consequências sociais que iriam se suceder e pior, cogitava se poderia reparar trinta e sete anos vividos em branco em um prazo o qual cogitou ser longo. Uma semana, um mês ou um ano. Precisava agir e confiar nas palavras de sua mãe. Apesar do desaparecimento de Bhaskara, tudo acabaria bem. 

Assim, na manhã seguinte, preparou o convite de sua amiga para o baile de Afrodite, armado de uma coragem para enfrentar aquele evento como qualquer um enfrentaria. Em seguida, escreveu um novo testamento, haja vista que o último havia sido escrito na missão de um ano atrás, algumas lágrimas inevitavelmente despencaram sobre o papel e o deixaram com manchas de umidade, mas nada que atrapalhasse sua leitura. Revirava seus pertences revivendo cada pequena memória que guardava consigo, cada fotografia tirada de maneira inexperiente onde aparecia a ponta de seu dedo no enquadro ou embaçadas pelo movimento equivocado da câmera. Mas ali estavam, registros de Pietra antes de sua ida para a faculdade de medicina, Yasemin após vencer uma corrida de obstáculos com seus cabelos avermelhados flutuando ao alcançar a linha de chegada, Calista ao seu lado na praia dividindo o mesmo sorriso tímido, Josh antes de sua primeira noite de histórias de terror no chalé vinte e dois, Kit com seu largo sorriso montado nas costas de Flynn no meio da plantação de morangos, Achlys com pasta de dente espalhada em seu rosto após dormir na área de lazer, Candy usando de suas maquiagens para fantasiar Fly para o dia das bruxas. Tudo ali, pequenas fotografias de sua extensa permanência naquele acampamento. 

No dia do baile, incentivou a si mesmo no espelho: iria finalmente se declarar para o melhor amigo depois de vinte anos de amizade. Abandonaria de vez os preconceitos que carregava com si e ensaiou seu discurso por horas na frente do espelho. Estava perfeito. Se fosse para aproveitar seus últimos meses de vida, que o fizesse sendo o que ele sempre foi e ocultou. 

Suas pernas tremiam como varas verdes e discurso meticulosamente ensaiado foi descartado assim que avistou Kit se aproximando. Seu rosto doeu de tanto sorrir enquanto acompanhava a banda Tartarus Tragedy expor os pequenos romances que borbulhavam naquele espaço. Sua boca formigava com cada bebida que experimentava incentivado por Amara.  Os olhos que se encheram de lágrimas após resposta atravessada de Calista em mais uma de suas tentativas de conciliação seguidas.Seus pés desajeitados estavam doloridos de tanto serem pisados pelas danças de Natalia e Kitty que insistiram em levá-lo para pista. A flutuação emocional e as inúmeras sensações físicas que vivenciou em um único dia eram tantas que ocuparam sua mente, não dando espaço para aquilo que parecia o prelúdio de sua própria morte.

A percepção da situação era muito confusa. A fumaça que se apropriou do espaço pouco a pouco, as estrelas que incendiaram sua pele, os ursinhos malditos que passaram a correr na direção dos semideuses, a correria e os gritos, os desmaios repentinos. Viu-se em uma encruzilhada ao ver o ursinho (que havia preparado com Sawyer para presentear Natalia) o atacá-lo com um pequeno coração vermelho espinhudo enquanto sustentava o corpo de uma filha de Circe que, assim como outros filhos da magia, estava completamente indefesa. Sua experiência foi o condutor para o salvamento daquela moça, transferindo-a para Raynar, que auxiliava na saída de outros semideuses daquele espaço caótico, repetindo sua ação para com outro semideus que lançou seu peso sobre o corpo de Flynn. Os trajes de gala estavam atrapalhando a locomoção da maioria e pode ver uma filha de Afrodite rasgando a barra de seu luxuoso vestido para conseguir se soltar do bando de pelúcias que tentavam agarrá-la. 

O visual era assustador. O fogo consumia todos os cantos do salão, alguns semideuses queimados lutavam com as poucas armas disponíveis. Yasemin estava com o rosto tomado por sangue enquanto tentava arrancar a coroa da própria cabeça com dificuldade, Daphne duelava com uma pelúcia que parecia escalar seu corpo com grande facilidade. Sangue, fogo e desespero. Os gritos que identificou serem de Charlie, Aurora e Anastacia passaram a confundir os sentidos do filho de Thanatos que olhava ao seu redor em busca de mais alguém para encaminhar para a única saída disponível, até que seus olhos alcançaram uma silhueta estranha.

Trajando um sobretudo negro como o céu de Nyx, uma silhueta estava parada entre as chamas, estática. Seria facilmente perceptível vê-la como a origem daquela magia dourada e branca se não fosse pela fumaça que tomava o espaço, fruto da queima do mobiliário da festa. Flynn estreitou os olhos, levando o antebraço para a frente de seu nariz tentando evitar inalar aquela fumaça tóxica, e só então, com certa dificuldade, viu que a magia emanava das mãos daquilo. 

Aquela sensação estranha o tomou pelos pés. A coragem, influenciada pela adrenalina, subiu por suas pernas rapidamente e, quando finalmente alcançou-o por completo, seu corpo inteiro foi mergulhado em um furor. 

A mão esquerda alcançou Miz, sua pulseira, no braço direito. A pulseira passou a se expandir cada vez mais, dando o formato de seu chicote de bronze celestial que reluzia as cores das chamas, enrolado na palma de sua mão, esperando o primeiro lançamento. Flynn correu em sua direção, desviando dos focos do incêndio que queimaram o tecido branco da roupa elegante que vestia. Seu coração pulsava na sola de seus pés, tomado pela preocupação. Acostumado com sua arma e seu alcance, aguardou estar relativamente próximo daquela pessoa para então armar seu movimento. 

Ergueu o pulso, girando a mão acima de sua cabeça, dando impulso ao corpo do chicote que simulava espinha dorsal. A arma acompanhou a intenção do mestre, dependente da força a qual aplicava em seu punho, a ponteira reluzente sibilando no ar. Mas algo o parou. 

Seu corpo não mais avançava na direção daquele que ali estava. O chão sequer tocava seus sapatos rosas. A ponta do chicote caiu ao solo como se tivesse atingido uma parede invisível, sem impulso algum para encerrar seu movimento. Flynn viu, com o canto dos olhos, o tentáculo mágico deslizando na direção de sua cabeça e estranhamente encerrando a rota ao redor de seu pescoço. Seus olhos se arregalaram ao sentir a pressão que passou a ser exercida ao redor de toda a região, como se uma corda o envolvesse. Segundo após segundo sentiu o ar se esvaindo, sua garganta cada vez mais dolorida. Seus olhos verdes agora estavam voltados para aquilo. A luz das chamas lançando iluminações rápidas ao rosto da criatura que era sua algoz.

Aqueles olhos azuis. Aqueles traços. 

Estava apavorado, contorcendo-se, tentando se desvencilhar daquelas amarras mágicas. Sua boca sequer conseguia grunhir o nome daquele traidor. Uma pessoa que caminhava entre os semideuses, compartilhando filas no refeitório e que igualmente vivenciava todas as dores que Flynn conhecia tão bem. Os ganhos e as perdas de ser filho de uma divindade. 

A pele do filho da morte ficou cada vez mais pálida, seus olhos se avermelhavam cada vez mais. Sequer conseguia formular um pensamento que pudesse o auxiliar a fugir daquela situação. Era uma sentença definitiva. Sua mão afrouxou-se e deixou que Miz caísse ao chão, sendo apenas um ruído metálico ao redor de tantos outros sons. 

E estranhamente, o piano se tornou audível perante todo o caos. *

“Slow down, you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart Tell me why are you still so afraid?”

Os olhos que antes estavam marejados pelo lacrimejar da agonia, foram inundados pela tristeza. Olhava os lábios daquelx em sua frente, imóvel, sentindo o peito arder como o fogo que o rodeava. 

E ele poderia, naquele momento, odiá-lx profundamente. Amaldiçoar aquelx que ceifava sua vida tão abruptamente, que usava daquela música para causar ainda mais dor. A música que seu filho costumava cantar diariamente. A covardia era a flâmula erguida pelo traidor e não detinha humanidade em suas ações.

Mas, peculiarmente, o filho da morte apenas sorriu, sentindo suas lágrimas umedecer seu rosto pela última vez. Os olhos se tornando opacos pouco a pouco. A alma, que antes iluminava aquele semblante, se retirava do corpo como um artista sai do palco de um espetáculo. Vagarosamente. 

A morte era o mistério que cercava sua vida desde tenra idade e ele costumava compartilhar de inúmeras teorias com a mãe. Veria um filme de sua vida? Sentiria o frio abraçando seu corpo? Ganharia as recompensas de uma longa e árdua vida? Um pedaço do paraíso? Reencarnação? 

Nada disso.

Um par de asas negras pareceu envolver seu corpo, apagando seus olhos, escurecendo o horizonte. O toque das penas sobre seu corpo era palpável. A presença do pai, a personificação da morte, era clara como nunca foi antes. Uma honraria pelos anos de dedicação daquele filho. E, apesar dos anos de ausência, o acolhimento daquela escuridão pareceu curar toda sua ânsia pelo amor familiar que sempre buscou, curando ferimentos de sua alma cuidadosamente. O silêncio era absoluto.

E então, luzes.

O som das asas se abrindo com o chacoalhar das penas, fez com os olhos do semideus se abrissem para uma luz que causou ardência em seus olhos. Logo, o borrão luminoso tomou forma, dividindo-se em uma colina verdejante e um céu azul. Campos Elíseos era mais bonita do que o esperado. De pé, girou em seus calcanhares ao ouvir o som da grama sendo pisada por alguém que se aproximava, seguido de um riso feminino tão conhecido pelo semideus. Olhando por cima de seu ombro viu o seu cenário perfeito. 

“Papai, você finalmente chegou em Vienna!”

In memory of the Ramsey family. Flynn, son of Thanatos Bhaskara, daughter of Zeus Sylas, son of Erebus.

Semideuses citados: @pips-plants @misshcrror @likethemo0n @deathpoiscn @kitdeferramentas @tachlys @amaranthaes @kittybt @magicwithaxes @eroscandy @zeusraynar @thecampbellowl @stcnecoldd @ncstya

Gratidão @silencehq pelo plot lindo e por serem tão fantásticos na organização desse RP. Vocês são maravilhosxs.

[louistomlinsoncouk]

British singer-songwriter Louis Tomlinson returned to the island again to captivate the Puerto Rican public during his masterful presentation on Sunday night at the José Miguel Agrelot Coliseum of Puerto Rico.

Her melodic voice, her closeness to the audience and her varied repertoire enhanced her performance in the show that took place within the framework of her “Faith In The Future” tour.

This presentation represented his second visit to the island, the “setlist” of the former member of the iconic band One Direction was aimed at pleasing with his musical experience and with lyrics inspired by the experiences of love. The excitement to dance to their songs marked the party atmosphere in the prestigious venue, which vibrated with the euphoria of the fans.

As expected, nostalgia took over the night with hits from his former band such as “Night Changes”, “Angels Fly” and “Where do Brokens Hearts Go”.

“Puerto Rico, thank you all very much for coming! “Singing for you is my favorite part of this job ,” she expressed to the Puerto Rican fans, who returned her affection with shouts and loud applause.

Favorites like “Face the Music”, “Holding On To Heartache” and “Walls” unleashed a frenzy in the audience, who couldn't stop singing their songs or dancing to their moving songs. The poetic journey of the hits “High in California”, “Chicago” and “All This Time” strengthened with their musical magic an electrifying encounter, in which the famous performer's passionate delivery on stage prevailed.

With six square screens at the back of the stage, the already powerful synchronization of lights were part of the most outstanding elements of the presentation, which stood out for its impeccable sound quality that achieved the objective of immersing the audience in a captivating world.

(Translated from Spanish)

[kai-anderson-whore]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a jimmy darling x reader with angst where she takes care of him after he loses his hands? Like changing his bandages, clothes, feeding him… basically everything out sweet lobster boy can’t do by himself? 🥺

Yes absolutely hope you enjoy 🥰

Just call me Florence (jimmy darling x reader)

Warnings: mentions of being arrested and the body's in the museum, Jimmy's hands situation and maggie

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*flashback*

It all happened so fast when Jimmy was taking into police custody for allegedly commiting the horrific crime at a tupperware party you didn't understand it jimmy wouldnt hurt a fly touch a hair on anybodies head everybody knew that so why was he being wrongly accused.

The next morning Maggie ushered you and desiree to show you something you wondered what, only for a bigger horror to unfold, everyone you loved in glass tanks, salty, ma petite, Jimmy's hands you immediately broke down thinking the worst what if the police did to meap to jimmy your head rushed million miles.

You felt the anger coursing through your body, "you did this" you yelled at Maggie she couldn't help but cry to she loved jimmy but not as much as you, he was your best friend, "I'm so sorry y/n i-i didn't know Jimmy's hands would be here I swear" Maggie pleaded you weren't having it.

"That was the only reason why you were even at the freakshow to begin with" you scoffed leaving the building and going to see Jimmy's father, you knew dell was going to see jimmy but you needed to go there as well find out what on earth happened.

You and dell made it to the prison jimmy wasn't there you asked the officers where he was they told you at the hospital it settled your nerves to know he was alive but not fully, dell drove to the hospital your leg bounced in fear at what you will come across.

You rushed through the wards to find jimmy laying there in pain a tray of untouched food at the table beside him, his hands in bloody bandages that's when dell promised to get jimmy out of there.

*flashback over*

You never understood why jimmy put such trust in Stanley by literally betting his own two hands to get out of prison when it was all lies, you felt bad for him he was constantly kicking himself because of it you assured jimmy it wasn't his fault he needed to do what he had to do to get out of there.

You wished you had a magic wand and give jimmy his hands back or give your own, jimmy was now in a shed recovering elsa would try and get Maggie to fed him and change his bandages but he refused to let her touch him for good reason.

Elsa pleaded with you to try and help jimmy after all you are his best friend he trusts you with every bone in his body, you didn't need to be told twice you grabbed the food off Maggie's hand and went over to jimmy, he was asleep his bandages all soaked in blood desperately needing changed.

"Jimmy" you voice was soft as you went closer to him with the food in hand, "jimmy" he started to spir awake his eyes adjusting to the daylight seeping through the door, "y/n it's you" he weakly smiled he was glad to see you he needed his best friend right now.

"Can I dress your wounds and change the bandages?" You asked setting the food on the bedside table, jimmy let out a small chuckle "Yeah I'll let you no one else especially her" you let out a smile at least your getting somewhere, you took out the supplies you needed unwrapping the dirty bandages from his arm.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch" you said preparing him for the stinging of the wounds, you cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol Jimmy's teeth gritted wincing with the pain, "I'm sorry" you grimced you hated hurting him even though it had to be done, "Hey it's okay not everyday you get treated by a beautiful nurse" jimmy smirked cheekily making you blush.

"Well just call me Florence" you joked along wrapping clean bandages on him, jimmy laughed along at your joke occasion wincing with the pain, "that's you all bandaged up now you need to eat jimmy you've not been eating elsa said" you scolded.

"I'm not eating or getting my bandages changed because Maggie keeps trying to do it and I don't want her near me not after everything" jimmy said his anger starting to raise by the thought of Maggie, "I know jimmy and I certainly don't blame you I'm beyond pissed at her but you do need to eat and get them changed jimmy" you paused before continuing again "tell you what I'll look after you from now on how does that sound" you smiled.

"Yeah that would be nice thanks y/n" Jimmy smiled as you forked some food up feeding jimmy you couldn't help but blush as he made eye contact with you as you fed him.

"I'll bring you clean pyjamas too these ones need washed" you said feeding jimmy his last bit of food, he chewed before speaking nodding, "Yeah thanks y/n would you mind changing me I'd rather you look after me" he asked wanting to make sure your comfortable with what he requested.

"Sure jimmy if that means your looked after I'm fine with it" you smiled leaving him to grab clean clothes, as you walked out you bumped into Maggie who was waiting on you "how is he?" She asked noticing her worry you let out a scoff shaking your head "why would you care if you hadn't cane here jimmy would still have his hands right now" you snapped budging past her.

"I'm sorry for everything y/n I'm going to make it right I swear" she promised you stopped dead in your tracks Turning around, "how can you make it right half of my family is dead because of you and Stanley if I were you I'd run as far away as possible" you stated Maggie had tears in her eyes pleading no.

"I'm not doing that I will make this right" you cried you just ignored her walking to Jimmy's trailer fetching clean pyjamas for him and other things he may need, before going back to him.

"Right these ones okay for you jimmy?" You asked holding up the clean pyjamas for him jimmy smiled nodding in approval, "what was that about?" He asked "what was what about?" You asked unsure, "with maggie".

"Oh yeah she said she's going to make it right and she's sorry for everything I told her if I were her I'd leave town" you summarised to jimmy who smirked at your forwardness to Maggie, "take it she's not taking the advise" he concluded.

"No I don't even want to talk about her right now just making me mad" you sighed assisting jimmy into clean pyjamas, once you were finished you went to leave again till Jimmy stopped you.

"Y/n wait" you turned around your eyes on Jimmy's brown ones, they were filled with nerves glassy, puffy and red from the pain, "stay a bit longer please I could use the company" jimmy asked you smiled and nodded sitting at the foot of the bed.

You and Jimmy talked about anything and everything you could just like old times it was nice but soon night creeped through the sky you departed from jimmy saying your goodbyes.

You slept that night with a smile knowing jimmy was getting help and you were the only one he'd let help him.

[elefantebu]

Amy Jo ainda está aqui

Por Djenane Arraes

Amy Jo Johnson lançou uma série de três singles depois de mais de mais de uma década de hiato na carreira musical. Para quem não sabe, Amy Jo Johnson é a pink ranger original, Kimberly. Eu sabia que a artista em questão se aventurou na música indie. Na verdade, eu lembro a primeira vez que a ouvi cantar, que foi justamente em um episódio dos Power Rangers. Depois, em Felicity, Amy Jo interpretou uma garota hesitante com ambições musicais. Também lembro do filme para a TV, Sweetwater, sobre a banda que abriu Woodstock, em que ela cantou e verdade para interpretar a vocalista. Em resumo, eu considerava que ela tinha uma voz bonita. Mas eu acompanhei essa carreira musical? A resposta é não. Vejamos, Amy Jo lançou o primeiro disco, de uma discografia de três itens, em 2001. Neste mesmo ano, as minhas atenções musicais estavam voltadas quase que exclusivamente para o mercado brasileiro.

Eu “redescobri” Amy Jo faz uns dois anos por causa dos quadrinhos. O caminho desse reencontro foram as redes sociais. E foi por meio delas que fiquei ciente dos três singles recém-lançados de Amy Jo: Still Here, Sunlit e Fly by Fairytales, todas produzidas por Nick Marzock. As três músicas estão disponíveis nas redes de streaming, que no meu caso é a Amazon Music... por culpa da Alexa. Dos três singles, Fly by Fairytales definitivamente não é o meu estilo, porque soa dramática demais. As demais canções, Still Here e Sunlit, por outro lado, trazem um refinamento interessante. Para quem gosta de referências, esses dois singles têm um pezinho no indie dos anos 1990. Talvez seja apenas a minha impressão, mas a música de Amy Jo tem certa proximidade com o trabalho de Natalie Merchant e os 10000 Maniacs, em especial no single Still Here. Lembra daquele acústico?

Still Here, pelo que eu entendi, é uma composição antiga que recebeu recentemente uma nova roupagem. Definitivamente é a minha favorita. Menos por conta da letra que é, de certa maneira, sobre resiliência. Mais pela interpretação segura na bonita voz de Amy Jo e nos arranjos sóbrios. É música de qualidade que definitivamente já foi inclusa na minha playlist. Sunlit também é uma canção interessante, mais próxima do folk-indie atual, e que poderia ter ficado melhor ainda se não fosse o raio do violino sobressaltante. Falo sério! Não é porque estou internalizando Douglas Adams, mas se o violino fosse subtraído do arranjo, teríamos uma canção mais sequinha e redondinha.

Amy Jo Johnson pode ter se voltado novamente ao universo ranger, mas o trabalho artístico dela vai além da Kimberly. Como cantora e compositora, Amy Jo se sai muito bem. O que ela precisa é de uma grande vitrine, mesmo entre os indies.

[nonogalego]

Brazilian Rock singer Dinho Ouro Preto regrets not having managed to get a ticket for the Oasis gig

Muitos fãs lutaram semana passada nos sites de venda oficial para conseguir comprar um ingresso para a Oasis Live '25 que acontecerá ano que vem. Estimasse que cerca de 7 milhões de pessoas tentaram comprar ingressos, e obviamente a maioria não conseguiu. Um desses fãs que tentou e não conseguiu um ingresso foi o Dinho Ouro Preto, vocalista da banda de rock brasileira Capital Inicial.

Dinho, que é um grande fã do Noel e do Oasis há anos, contou em sua página no Instagram que ele, sua família e vários amigos tentaram comprar os ingressos e nenhum conseguiu! Dinho também pede dicas de seus fãs sobre o que deveria fazer para conseguir um ingresso: se deveria ir até à casa de Liam e Noel implorar por um ingresso, se deveria hackear o sistema de venda de ingressos ou tentar achar um amigo em comum entre ele e os Gallaghers 🤣 ele aceita sugestões dos fãs!

Dinho, assim como muitos fãs no mundo todo, espera que a turnê do Oasis se torne uma turnê internacional e que shows sejam marcados no Brasil também!

Matéria completa:

Para os amigos que não o conhecem, Dinho Ouro Preto tem 60 anos (SIM, 60 ANOS!!) e é vocalista do Capital Inicial desde sua formação em 1982! O estilo do Capital Inicial varia do pós-punk ao pop rock. A banda é super famosa no Brasil desde a década de 1980 até atualmente, e devo dizer, Dinho já era um grande rockstar no Brasil e na América Latina enquanto Noel ainda era roadie dos Inspiral Carpets!

Mesmo com mais tempo de estrada que Noel, Dinho já se declarou um grande fã do Oasis e do High Flying Birds, e um grande admirador de Noel enquanto cantor e compositor! Em uma outra entrevista feita meses atrás, Dinho classificou Definitely Maybe e Council Skies como dois dos seus álbuns favoritos da vida!

Sério, Dinho é um querido! Nem vou falar sobre ele estar usando uma camiseta sobre One Piece (eu também tenho uma blusa com esse mesmo símbolo do Trafalgar Law 😆), só me faz gostar mais ainda dele!

Que alguém consiga levá-lo ao show em Londres (ou melhor ainda, que o Oasis venha ao Brasil!).

[pattylici0us]

Final Girls The Last Lineage... / Since 2018;

"The bees in my garden, in the garden of my dreams, fly and cultivate of the green. The yellow of the sun and the "marelo" of my son-in-law cause me fever, mercury follows the routes of my veins, mercury in my veins, you know me better than I know myself, when will this become clear? The blue of our pupils is the same as the sky. Your life is incredible, your clothes are incredible, the fairies envy and sing the same old song while we dance in anticipation of a new summer:"

"It's the bees in the garden, and Patty and the bees..."

"It's the bees in the garden, and Gab and the bees..."

"It's the bees in the garden, and Patty and the bees..."

"It's the bees in the garden, and Gab and the bees..."

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Tudo começou em um verão qualquer, o verão de 2018, poderia ser esse o começo de uma linda história feliz, porém nada é feliz quando se trata de Amino e "faculdade". Mercury sequelava minhas veias, era agridoce, uma garota com olhos castanhos e cabelos macios feito nuvens no céu, escrita e cantada pela banda Queen, sua fala era espontânea e convincente, levemente envergonhada, porém altamente convidativa ao ponto de me irritar. Eu seria totalmente o oposto daquilo, cabelos loiros e a pele bronzeada com os olhares que me rondavam, a atenção e o prazer da popularidade incendiavam o meu ego ao ponto de acender o mais belo sorriso em meu rosto. Eu era um sonho adolescente, o que poderia amedrontar uma garota exemplar? A resposta era Mercury, apesar de nunca nos cruzarmos, ela tinha algo que eu não tinha, Mercury tinha amigos e a coragem de ser quem era, eu poderia julga-lá até o pescoço por ir sozinha em casamentos ou por não namorar ninguém, mas nada que eu fizesse seria comparado a coragem dela de fazer essas coisas sem medo do julgamento, ganhei o rainha do baile ao lado do garoto que eu amava, nem ele e nem ninguém se importam ou se lembram disso, enquanto Mercury sempre será lembrada e eternizada pelo seu carisma e personalidade real, não fabricada para vencer algum concurso idiota ultrapassado.

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Anos se passam e eu era a mesma pessoa de sempre, uma ex-estrela de chats e uma redatora-chefe falida, e recém divorciada, esse é o último degrau de decadência que alguém poderia atingir, porém, o ego ainda gritava em minha alma. Fui me hospedar em um chat mansão, seria o último suspiro de elegância presente em minha vida, tive problemas com as locações, não queria um quarto convencional, queria simplesmente a SUÍTE MASTER, isso me rendeu desavenças com a funcionária de lá, carinhosamente com nome de planta, um ranço particular. Mas logo descubro que a dona daquela enorme hospedaria seria ninguém mais e ninguém menos que Bee, a antiga Mercury, parece que o pós-faculdade lhe fez muito bem, estava rica, jovial, popular e particularmente muito melhor que eu, isso me fez refletir sobre minhas escolhas de vida social e pessoal, Bee foi super carinhosa comigo, conversamos sobre a vida e sobre tudo que estava acontecendo no momento, ela estava no seu auge, era a garota do momento, todos queriam um pingo da beleza e da confiança de Bee, naquele momento sabia que ela seria a pessoa certa para me orientar e para me conectar. Passamos de tudo um pouco, vimos os mais lindos dos paraísos, como também vimos o mais lindo inferno, eu sofri muitas coisas ao lado de Bee, foi uma das únicas pessoas que não me abandonaram, os reflexos das minhas ações caíam sobre ela, mas ela nunca se quer me culpou ou se afastou de mim nesses momentos, sempre aceitou minhas loucuras e sempre me abraçou quando precisei, na Bee conheci o que eu nunca conheci na minha vida toda, o amor.

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Logo fui conhecendo a Clara, uma das pessoas mais importantes na minha vida, ela é uma irmã para mim, esteve comigo nos melhores e nos piores momentos, por anos estivemos passando de grupos em grupos para sempre ficar só nós duas, no final das contas era isso, nós éramos as verdadeiras e únicas Final Girls. Tenho tanto orgulho da sua história e de tudo que construiu, rimos e choramos tanto ao longo desses anos, você agora está na melhor fase da sua vida, logo estará exercendo a profissão mais linda do mundo, a profissão das profissões, você é um exemplo de mulher e de amiga para mim, tudo que eu sou e tenho hoje foi graças a você, agradeço por tudo que vivi e passei ao seu lado, nunca me esquecerei das noites em que eu chorava pelos meus relacionamentos mal resolvidos, você estava lá, assim como eu sempre vou estar aqui para você, também me lembro da vez que você me apresentou a Mallu Magalhães, que logo se tornou uma das minhas cantoras favoritas, também quando você estava afim do "Marelo" e eu não tinha confiança sobre ele e agora eu até quero ser madrinha do casamento, e de quando nós fizemos a nossa primeira call e eu conheci o Gab, meu grande amor kkkk tudo foi tão único e especial com você amiga, espero que nada nesse mundo seja capaz de mudar esse sentimento tão lindo que a nossa amizade causa, deixando os micro momentos em algo tri legal. E agora, realmente estamos indo para a faculdade de verdade, vivendo nossas vidas de verdade e conquistando o mundo que sempre sonhamos, nós realmente ganhamos, seus alunos e meus pacientes terão muito orgulho da nossa história e da nossa amizade, mas principalmente de tudo que fizemos juntas, eu te amo e te amarei incondicionalmente, em todas suas fases você foi significativa.

@beezinhaaa

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[birdsquirrel]

creature concepts for a minecraft pokemon-like mod

a while ago, i made a post about how there should be a creature collecting/battling mod for minecraft that has its own, minecraft-inspired creature designs, instead of pokemon.

i think this would be good both in terms of "fitting" into the game better AND keeping out of the attention of a famously litigious game company.

it also would be a chance to give the creatures uses in the game outside of battle.

here are a dozen ideas for creatures i've had:

a dirt themed doggy - somewhat inspired by a dachshund, though bigger and more front-heavy. outside of battle, it occasionally digs up items - things like plants, seeds, saplings, bones, and rotten flesh. rarely, it can dig up ores.

a panda guy that plays instruments, a banda - i'm imagining a different variant for each vanilla panda variant. outside of battle, it plays little tidbits of song. if there are multiple bandas around, they play together :)

cherry bee - a little pink bee with cherry blossom wings and green antenna. it bone meals crops when it flys over them.

a leaf sheep. a leef - it's a sheep that looks like it's made of wood, that grows leaves instead of wool. there's a variant for each vanilla tree, found according to which biome it generates in. you can shear it for its leaves, but you might not want to - the leaves allow it to tank the first hit it receives in battle.

a kelpie but it's nice :) - a horse with a kelp mane, found on beaches and in shallow oceans. it has a few color variants - black, dark grey, light grey, white, and bluish green. you can ride it and not only will it swim, it does so at a good pace and gives you water-breathing while you're mounted on it.

flying pig - come on, you gotta have a flying pig. it's tiny and round and gives you luck.

a giant rooster named buckawk - i'm gonna be real with you, this ones mostly so people can make immature jokes about having a huge cockerel. yeah, children play this game, but this is exactly the kind of humor 12 year olds love. he gives you feather falling.

an aurochs themed around ore. an ore-ox, if you will - has variants for all the vanilla ores, possibly with built-in support for common modded ore such as osmium, aluminum, and platinum. occasionally sheds raw ores.

an electric jackalope - this one comes from when i was thinking maybe you could craft the creatures, and he would've required a lightning rod. tbh i can't think of a use for him that would NOT result in players hitting themselves with lightning, but im still enamored with the idea. maybe he can just press buttons like a copper golem :)

salmon dragon - you know how the magikarp/gyrados line was inspired by the legend of carps jumping up a huge waterfall and turning into dragons? and you know how salmon migrate upriver and undergo a strange metamorphosis to be able to do so? yeah. salmon-dragon. idk what this one would do either, the concept just rocks.

lava llama. llava - it'd look cute and the pun is solid. you can ride it over lava like a more-easily controlled strider and it gives you fire resistance.

bottle axolotl. axobottl. - yeah i know axolotl wasn't originally supposed to be pronounced like that, but consider - a little guy that you can give a potion and then he gives you that potion effect for much longer than the potion itself would've.

[julio-viernes]

Los Seeds me gustan bastante y tuvieron una carrera más larga y con más discos que The Music Machine. Sin embargo me gusta aún más la banda del carismático Sean Bonniwell, me flipan cosas como "Talk Talk", "The People In Me", "Absolutely Positively", "Double Yellow Line", "Masculine Intuition", "Trouble", "The Eagle Never Hunts The Fly", canciones dotadas de una extraña originalidad de un gran, gran grupo del que recomiendo encarecidamente la recopilación sin desperdicio "Best Of The Music Machine" (Rhino, 1984). De nuevo, todo es impecable en el mini documental de Yesterday´s Papers.

[barebones-hq]

TASK 002: TERCEIRO DIA DE FESTIVAL — Parte I

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” ― Neil Gaiman, Coraline.

O mundo bruxo entende os fantasmas como espíritos de pessoas que tiveram medo da morte ou que criaram uma conexão profunda com o lugares que assombram, ficando presas nessa janela entre a vida e a morte pelo resto de sua existência. Acredita-se que trouxas não podem virar fantasmas, mas alguns possuem o dom de visualizá-los, embora de maneira não tão nítida quanto os bruxos: ora como vultos, ora como espectros de luz.

Mas a verdade é que, mesmo no mundo mágico, ninguém sabe exatamente o que acontece depois da morte. Mesmo para a comunidade bruxa, a morte é uma incógnita que perpetua assombrando gerações sem encontrar respostas. Embora seja evidente que aqueles dotados de magia possam possuir um certo grau a mais de conhecimento a respeito desse fenômeno em comparação aos trouxas, o que se sabe é realmente muito pouco diante da dimensão universal daquilo que se entende como submundo. 

O que não é novidade para os bruxos, no entanto, é que algumas pessoas que ficaram famosas no mundo trouxa eram, na verdade, parte da comunidade mágica. Uma delas foi Elvis Presley, o famoso bruxo nascido-trouxa que conquistou milhares de pessoas ao redor do planeta… sem sequer sair dos Estados Unidos.

Havia um boato - apenas um boato, até então - de que, após sua morte, em 1977, Elvis teria começado a assombrar palcos de lugares aos quais não tinha conseguido ir quando vivo: América do Sul, Europa, Ásia, África, Oceania…

Até então, tudo isso não passava de boatos alimentados por aparições de procedência questionável e tabloides sensacionalistas; afinal de contas, como se poderia assombrar um lugar em que nunca se esteve? Essa foi uma pergunta que permaneceu sem resposta até aquela noite de outono em Hogsmeade, no ano de 1978.

Em homenagem ao aniversário de um ano de morte de Elvis, os membros da banda Foo Flyers, a última banda a se apresentar no encerramento do festival de três dias, pediram para que o público cantasse junto a eles um trecho de uma das mais famosas músicas de Presley para que pudessem encerrar o show. A escolha da música não foi aleatória e combinava perfeitamente com os anseios e esperanças do público diante da instabilidade política que vinha vagarosamente se instaurando.

“There must be lights burning brighter somewhere  | Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue | If I can dream of a better land | Where all my brothers walk hand in hand”

O sorriso no rosto do vocalista, Dave Growl, ia de orelha a orelha no momento em que o instrumental entrou. Pequenas fadinhas se organizavam lado a lado, soprando através de seus instrumentos uma música de uma potência inacreditável. A música começou e a multidão, anestesiada com adrenalina, vibrou. 

Foi quando algo mágico, mágico o bastante para surpreender até mesmo uma plateia habituada a feitiçaria, aconteceu. Um espectro que oscilava aos poucos no ar foi surgindo no palco e finalmente tomou forma na figura de Elvis Presley.

“Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true?”

A plateia vibrou, encantada, quase no limite da loucura. O êxtase e a sensação de euforia foram tão grandes que as pessoas mal perceberam quando algumas varinhas se ergueram no céu, fazendo um desenho nebuloso surgir meio ao breu do céu estrelado. O clima de esperança, paz e amor era tamanho que ninguém chegou a cogitar que a imagem que se formava no céu não fazia parte do espetáculo. Impactadas pela imagem de Elvis, foram poucas as pessoas que ousaram olhar para cima para ver o desenho que se formava ali, rastejando até formar um símbolo inconfundível no céu que então provocou um clarão quase capaz de cegar. 

Foi quando a música se interrompeu abruptamente e a plateia caiu sob a mais pura escuridão, onde tudo que se podia ver era o desenho de uma enorme caveira envolvida por uma cobra brilhando no céu acima. Antes do festival se acender em chamas e Hogsmeade cair em puro caos, a única coisa que se pôde ouvir foi um longo e agudo grito de pavor.