((To give this a little context Keith and Lance have been classroom rivals for almost three years of college now. one day Keith just stops coming to class and it’s driving lance insane because no one knows why))
Sorry, I’m late,” Harry said as he hurriedly tied on his apron. “I swear it was the tube this - What? What’s wrong?”
Harry took in his boss’s expression and realised he wasn’t in trouble for being late. If anything, it was his boss that looked apologetic.
“I need you to train our new barista,” Tonks said, a weak smile not quite reaching her eyes.
“Of course,” Harry answered automatically. He had trained new staff before. It wasn’t too hard as long as the cafe wasn’t overrun with customers. And it was only a Tuesday. “Are they here yet?”
Tonks jerked an arm behind her and stepped to the side so Harry could see. Leaning on the counter by the cafe’s coffee machine was a tall, blonde-haired man with pointy features and long limbs. He was wearing the standard cafe apron over a three piece suit and a crisp white shirt secured with silver cufflinks. Despite the cups piling up next to the machine left by the register staff, he didn’t appear interested in fulfilling any orders.
“He’s…a little difficult,” Tonks explained, “But he’s my cousin and I promised his mother I’d get him a job. I’ve been trying to teach him but he’s testing my patience. Can you please take him off my hands so I can do some accounting? Please?”
Harry looked the man up and down. The phrase ‘fish out of water’ came to mind…“He doesn’t look like he needs a job.”
“He didn’t. Until last week. His parents were just jailed for fraud and embezzlement. They lost everything.”
Harry supposed he should feel sorry for the man, losing his parents, losing his money all in one go. But when the man stood there, with a snotty, disinterested expression, dressed in the most inappropriate clothes, that a month of Harry’s shifts still wouldn’t cover, it was hard to feel anything but resentment.
He sighed and nodded at Tonks. “I’l teach him,” he agreed.
Tonks actually jumped with relief - making Harry immediately regret his decision - and clapped Harry on the shoulder appreciatively before wasting no time in rushing back into the office in the cafe kitchens.
Harry took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back. He could handle a snotty rich kid. He headed over quickly, conscious of the mounting coffee orders.
“Hey, I’m Harry,” he said on approach, holding out a hand. The man stared at it, his expression unchanging. “This is the part where you tell me your name and we shake hands,” Harry prompted.
The man’s lip curled. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he said, still making no move to shake.
Harry lowered his hand, already understanding why Tonks had taken the opportunity to run away when she did. “So, what do you know about coffee?” He asked.
That got a reaction. The man - Draco - pushed off the counter and stood up straight, staring down at Harry pointedly. “I’m not a moron. I know how to make coffee.”
Harry blinked back up at Draco for a moment. He hadn’t noticed from afar how impossibly grey the man’s eyes were.
After you have used one of the sigil methods to create a sigil that encompasses your desire or purpose you need to charge it in order to fill it with energy, while simultaneously thrusting it into the back of your subconscious. In order to charge a sigil one must do an act in order to give energy, and focus to the sigil in order to empower it with your mind, and spirit. There are many acts that you can do in order to charge your sigils, and in order to help you figure out what you could do, I am going to provide a extensive list of charging methods.
Charging methods for sigils:
Pushing energy into the sigil by using energy work.
Meditating intently on the sigil.
Focus on the sigil intensely.
Dancing around the sigil.
Working out with the sigil.
Chanting over the sigil.
Masturbating on to the sigil.
Masturbating while looking into the sigil.
Burning candles around, or on the sigil.
Rubbing blood upon the sigil.
Anointing the sigil with essential oils.
Anointing the sigil with holy water, or any other type of magickal water.
Anointing the sigil with semen.
Spitting on the sigil.
Putting the sigil in the sunlight, or moonlight.
Having the sigil by a crystal grid.
Placing a charged crystal on top of the Sigil.
Looking at the sigil while causing pain to yourself, or another. (not recommended)
Something dying, or being killed near, or around the sigil.
Submerging the sigil in water.
Having sex around the sigil, on top of the sigil, or while looking at the sigil.
Talking to the sigil as if it was a person, trying to convince it to do it job.
Having people see and/or interact with the sigil.
Speaking about the sigil to other people.
Having the sigil on your person while going through your day, keeping it with you so that it can feed off your energy.
Having the sigil on you while you do something that gets your adrenaline pumping.
Having the sigil near you while you are playing video games.
Focusing on the sigil while being in a intense emotional state.
Asking a higher power to charge the sigil for you.
Praying over the sigil.
Singing over the sigil.
Using the death posture to charge the sigil.
Giving birth over, or near the sigil.
Making contact with the sigil through any form of contact such as tapping touching, or moving.
Place the sigil in front of music speakers, while music is playing.
Allowing the wind to blow the sigil.
Placing the sigil in front of a fan, and allowing its air to blow it.
Breathing on the sigil.
Having the sigil outside in a thunderstorm, storm, or the rain.
Placing your phone on top of the sigil, while your phone is charging.
Placing the sigil underneath your pillow, while you sleep.
Feeling powerful emotions while near the sigil.
Crying on to the sigil.
Placing crystals on top of the sigil.
Reading holy scripture to the sigil.
Saying the names of God to the sigil.
Using a Tibetan singing bowl, or bell near the sigil.
Link sigils to the sigil, so those sigils can charge it.
Walking on top of the sigil.
moving the sigil around with kinetic energy.
Sprinkling herbs and spices on top of the sigil.
Tell it to draw energy from something, or a link it to some other construct to feed off of.
Tell somebody about the sigil.
Acknowledge the sigils existence.
Placing the sigil somewhere with a lot of negativity, or positive energy.
Placing the sigil at a ley-marker.
Placing the sigil in your underwear, or bra.
Heating up the sigil.
Cooling down the sigil.
If you have any other charging methods, I would love to hear about them?
Sea food department and how I got written up the first and only time
So I was on a fourteen hour shift on New year’s eve to steam shrimp for hours on end in horrifying quantities.
People were buying shrimp because they wanted their mudbug appetizers for their new year’s parties and whatnot but many customers who had not come for shrimp were ordering them because they could smell the shrimp and seasoning as I worked tirelessly.
I had orders to fill for people that had called up to a week ahead to reserve shrimp. I had a list and pounds of shrimp stored away to thaw in the cooler.
By 9:00pm we were out of shrimp that was not already reserved for the customers who had called in.
A man in his thirties wearing a nice blazer and perfectly ironed slacks approached the counter. At that moment I was steaming the last ten pounds (YOU READ THAT RIGHT) of small shrimp for a call in who was scheduled to come pick them up at 9:30. Our steamer was tiny. I could only do about five pounds at a time so I had five one pound bags of shrimp sitting on the back counter while I steamed the first half of the order.
Back to nice blazer guy. He orders two pounds of farm raised shrimp. I politely explain that were out of shrimp. All shrimp. We are out.
He wordlessly jabs his thick, sweaty finger toward the back where five bags of thawed shrimp sat pretty and neat on the counter by the steamer.
I wait for him to say something, he does not. I explain that they are reserved for a customer who called in hours before we were out.
“What the f#+! makes them so special? I’m paying for shrimp now, I want those. I should come first! I’m already here.” He grumbles and barks.
I had to explain that they called hours ago. I have to fill that order or I could be fired. Those shrimp are not his and I apologized profusely.
I spot him talking to my manager who is just shaking his head and clearly frustrated that he has to explain something to this entitled stain. It’s probably about the friggin shrimp.
Ten minutes later there’s a SPRAY of ground black pepper being flung into seafood department, then the plastic spice container bounces off the back of my head.
Thank the gods that all the bags of cooked shrimp were closed and I had my back turned, or else I’d have been blind and the shrimp would have been ruined.
I turn around and GUESS WHO IS STANDING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SEAFOOD CASE. That’s right. Blazer guy. He’s standing there huffing and puffing and shouting at me. To this day I have no idea what he said because I was in complete and utter shock.
I could not think of what I should do. This guy was nuts and pissed… but so was I at this point. My feet hurt, I stunk like old bay, I was missing everyone’s new year’s parties and I was just so beat. Best of all I had to be in at work bright and early the next day.
Something dark and unnatural possessed me. I reached back toward the sink, grabbed the spray hose and let loose a stream of cold water on this royal prick. I did not shout, I did not growl.
I said “please leave…” in a mantra over and over until he left to escape the icy flow of my inability to take more crap from him or anybody else tonight.
Yes, he got the manager again. Yes, he caused a scene. Yes, he demanded that I was fired.
The manager, an older fellow who had worked retail for fifty years found me the back room crying because I KNEW that I had just lost my job.
I was handed a write up slip (not the termination notice I was expecting) with a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
“I would have decked that little turd.” My manager said before walking away with a bounce in his step.
Ok, so something sad that happenes but it gets better.
Flug, while mixing chemicals together one day for an invisibility serum, manages to somehow grab the wrong chemical to mix with the one hes currently holding, because he was busy shouting at Demencia to “PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE IT SHATTERS!”, and the mixutre ends up exploding in his eyes. The rest of his face is fine, but his eyes become damaged. He becomes black and white colorblind. Hes only able to see in monochrome. His visions slightly blurry too, but aside from that and now being colorblind, he’s ok.
This wouldnt be such a problem, except that he needs to be able to see the colors of certain wires to make certain inventions work correctly, and he needs to be able to see the colors of different chemicals so that he doesnt cause a wider scale explosion in the lab.
For a while he makes things work. He has to work a bit slower on some inventions, and he often needs Demencia’s help in differentiating colors of liquids and machine parts and such, but other than the slower pace, which agravates Black Hat a good bit, all is the same as it was before the incident.
One day however, Flug comes into the lab to find a suprise on table: a pair of goggles that will fit over the bag he wears. (Prior to this he didnt wear goggles over the bag. He just had eyeholes cut out of it.)
He goes to put them on, and almost screams when he does because EVERYTHING IS BRIGHT AGAIN!!
The goggles turn out to have lenses in them that can correct colorblindness and “Holy shit I CAN SEE THE COLORS AGAIN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!”
Demencia walks in the lab with 5.0.5 in tow, and notices Flug walking around, looking at everything, clearly happy about something. And then she notices the goggles.
“Neat goggles you got there! Where’d they come from?”
“I don’t know but Demencia, they allow me to see colors again!!!!”
And shes kinda suprised because “Wait they make goggles like that?!”
And Flugs just so happy because he can finally do his work again without depending on someone else to help him, and this will speed up his work process againc and Black Hat won’t be so upset with his work time and -
“Wait, Demencia, you didn’t get these for me?”
“Nope, no idea where they came from.”
He’s a bit puzzeled, because these goggles obviously didnt just show up out of nowhere. Someone got them for him. Someone who knew he was colorblind.
Someone who wasn’t Demencia, and certainly not 5.0.5.
That left one person. Well, demon more like it.
Flug walks to Black Hats office, and opens the door just slightly to see that his boss is busy filling out that years tax forms, because “We may be a team of villains, but we still live in a house and own a business, and as such we owe taxes to the idiotic government that runs this country, and I will NOT have my company run to the ground because of tax evasion!!”
Flug waits until he finishes writing up the page he’s on, and then steps into the office the whole way.
“What is it that you require Dr. I’m very busy at the moment and you have orders to fill.”
“Well um, Sir I just..just wanted to let you know that those orders you gave me yesterday? They’ll uh..they’ll be done by tomorrow. Tomorrow morning actually.”
Black Hat looks up at that because “Flugs work has taken longer than two days since the incident that doesn’t add up” and then he notices the goggles.
“What’s with the new headwear Flug?”
“Oh the goggles? They appeared on my um. My desk this morning. They actually..they correct my vision?”
“I can..i can see colors again Sir.”
Black Hat sits back for a minute, taking in the information.
“Is that why you’ll have those orders done so quickly compared to your normal time?”
“…fair enough. Make sure they’re as good quality wise as the ones you’ve been producing. We don’t want to sell rushed work to our clients and ruin our reputation now do we?”
“No Sir, of course not. I’ll um..i’ll have them ready and done well by tomorrow morning for you.”
“Good. Now go back to working on them, I need to finish these forms, least my company go down the drain from failing to comply with thw government’s asinine rules.”
Flug turns to leave, and gets halfway out the door, before turning back to Black Hat.
“You wouldnt..you wouldn’t happen to have been the one who got the goggles for me, were you Sir?”
Black Hat looks up, small scowl on his face.
“Of course not Dr. Why would I ever do such a thing like that? I have no idea who gave them to you. Just be greatful that you have them now and get back to work.”
“Yes Sir, will do.”
And with that Flug leaves.
He doesn’t see the small smile on Black Hats face after he leavws because “he liked the goggles I got for him.”
“Hello? Night Vale? I told you I would be back. It took longer than I thought, but I have returned from whatever horrible place I have gone. Along the way, in the vortex, I saw a grotesque man. A foul devil of a man! And he attacked me! I tried to choke him to death, but I remembered. I remembered what I told you, and I let him life. I let that woeful beast live. I am sure he is not without his wounds and bruises, and I pity that he must return to that awful, awful place from whence he came and to where I most unfortunately visited. But somehow, I am happy that he is alive. That I am alive. That you are alive. That we are alive.”
Summary: Beloved Tropes- Coffee Shop AU in which Emma is the angry barista who constantly gets Killian’s name wrong.
Rating: T for maybe swearing a vulgar language at one point.
A/N: Dear god how do I post things that aren’t the Cat Fic? This feels weird and unnatural. ANyway, here’s a coffee shop au no one asked for that I just needed to put out there in the world.
“My name is Killian,” he tells the blonde working the counter at his usual coffee shop. She’d asked; it’s not like he just randomly supplied his name. There are three reasons for this clarification:
1) She has the expression of one who could strike a person down with eye-daggers if provoked the wrong way. 2) She all but growled out the demand for his name. 3) She’s very pretty, but because of said behaviors, if he could’ve taken his name from the devil’s mouth, he would’ve.
As it happens, when he gets his to-go cup after his order is made, he needn’t worry about her cursing his name. Written on the cup is “Killium.” Close, but no cigar. His day is already terrible enough that he brushes it off. Tomorrow, he might get the pleasant brunette that normally works, and he knows she’ll get his name right.
The brunette is named Mary Margaret, and she’s out on maternity leave, as it happens. Instead, the feisty blonde is back, a scowl on her face and her brows drawn down in concentration as she diligently fills his order. “Name?”
“Killian,” he says. “K-i-l-l-i-“ but she’s already shoving the cup towards him, since a large Americano doesn’t really take that long to fill. “Kilometer?” he asks out loud. The incredulity is plain as day, but she’s already stomped off to take care of the next customer. He gives her a look, just barely restraining himself from sticking his tongue out at her. He’s thirty-two years old, and that kind of childish behavior would be unbecoming.
Summary: He works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff; Florist AU Word Count: 9,542 Author’s Note: I feel like it’s been so long so I’ve written something soft and breezy and cheesy and I missed it.
The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won’t fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.
Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He’s been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.
Taehyung looks up from his spraying, eyes lighting up as he takes in the newest addition to the shop. “Good morning!” He greets brightly to the customer, a man with a hesitance in his step, looking lost yet like he’s supposed to be here and Taehyung is well-tuned to his attitude at once. “Can I help you with something?”
I wanted to stat doing more finished traditional piece so i figured this was good way to do that. I was going to go in order by game, but I accidentally used ME3′s armor for my Shepards. heh, whoops;;;;