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chaifootsteps · 13 days

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One of the things that frustrates me about Viv's designs is that they don't really tell me anything about the character's motivations or personality.

If I came knowing nothing about Hazbin and you tell me that Cherry Bomb is a punk from the 80's, Sir Pentious an inventor from Victorian England and Alastor a radio host from the 1920's I would have a very hard time believing you.

(((Especially since for some reason, Viv dresses almost all her male characters in Hazbin with some variant of the same suit and bowtie)))

But I think that no - other design frustrates me more than Nifty's. She is supposed to be a Japanese housewife from the fifties. Yet her dress is looks more like a Halloween costume of a fifties girl than something women would actually use at the time.

Her hair is not even accurate, it should be more curly since perms were really big among Japanese women during that time.

However, the fact that she wears a costume of a fifties woman could come in handy if you write a decent backstory.

Let's start by saying that Nifty was not an adult during the fifties, she was actually born during the early sixties into a very conservative and traditional family who told her that the only thing she needed to worry was to marry a decent man, have kids and take care of the house.

Like a 50's woman!

This caused Nifty, a very extroverted and playful child who loved bugs and mud, to have a pretty stressed-out childhood. Every time her mother found her playing in the garden and getting dirty she was beaten. The germo-phobia she developed as a adult was partially because of this, since filled with germs = being harshly punished she always made sure everything was clean.

Eventually when she was 19, her parents arranged a marriage with a businessman and they tied the knot not even a year later.

Her husband was not bad,

He was rather handsome, had a stable job, a big house in Tokyo and could even afford going on vacation once a year.

If only he wasn't the most boring man alive then things probably would have been different.

Whatever he genuinely loved Nifty or not is completely irrelevant when he treated her more like a housemate than an actual wife. They even slept in separate beds and the only time they spend together was during dinnertime and then 30 minutes of TV before going to bed.

NIfty was suffocating in her marriage.

But is not like she could say something. The one time she tried talking to her mom about it, she just told her to "be thankful" to have so much free time since things will change when she has children.

Well, she and her husband hadn't been intimate since their weeding night, so that wasn't happening any time soon.

That stayed the same for a while, until one night, while watching TV with her husband a local boy/band appeared on screen

It was the early 90s and boy bands were allll the rage.

New bands formed every day and this particular one didn't seem too different from the rest. Except that maybe, the Bad Boy of the group captivated a 30 year old Nifty and rocked her world in a way she hadn't experimented before.

At the start everything seemed normal, she started by buying one CD or two, attending meet and greats in local malls and going to their concerts. Nifty didn't want her husband getting involved, so she got a part-time job to cover those extra expenses and not use her husbands money.

Of course almost all the merch she bought was of Bad Boy

Soon, she started having this fantasies, dreams were B.B confused his undying love for her and took her away form her boring husband and into a live of adventure and music. B.B was a real man, rebellious and strong that would be able to keep emotion and passion in her life unlike her husband.

Those dreams helped her to live another day, and maybe it was because of this dependency that Nifty started to believe that those fantasies were real. That she and B.B were a secret couple and the meet and greats they had were really "dates" that they had to do in secret from her husband.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter a time before dear Nifty became one of those fans who you end up seeing in a police lineup and reading in the newspaper the minute she started stalking B.B and talking about him as if he was her boyfriend with whoever may listen.

All went into a breaking point when one day, Nifty just got tired waiting for B.B to take her away from her boring life. Thinking about it she just came to the conclusion that it was her dear old hubby the one that was keeping B.B away from her.

That has to be it.

Her husband must be preventing B.B from fulfilling his promise!

What lies did he told him about her?

Does he want me as his prisioner forever?!

This is not staying like this!

That night, after her husband fell asleep, Nifty woke up, went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed her spouse 30 times before ending his life with one clean slit in the throat.

Now that the bore is dead, she and her precious Bad Boy could be together forever! Now he has no excuse to not fulfill his promise! A new life filled with love, excitement and adventure awaits!

But first she needs to clean, everything ended up a disaster.

Maybe it was the excitement she was feeling, or it was too dark to properly read the labels, but mixing cleaning chemicals can actually be extremely dangerous. You may create a very dangerous gas that could potentially kill you.

That morning, the neighbors woke up due a very strong smell and they shouted the minute they found dead bodies of Nifty and her husband. She had her skin partially burned as she had felt face down the mix of cleaning solutions that took her life.

And you and me know, where she ended

Congratulations, Niffty's yours now! You're clearly more qualified to be writing her. Please cherish her.

#katsdrawlike #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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bliki-twig · 8 months

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The Dangers of Drug Blood

pairing: Nandor x Guillermo

summary: After indulging in a bit too much drug blood, Nandor finds the confidence to tell Guillermo how he feels. And it goes just about how you expect it to.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: drug (blood) use, referenced sexual content, angst, season 5 finale spoilers

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49866685

“Shut up Germo, I have to go to space.”

“Master please you have to-”

“No. Master you don’t- Nandor no! Put that thing down you don’t know where it’s been!”

“You already went to space, Master.”

“And I’ll do it again!”

“You wouldn’t treat me that way, would you?”

One of the less talked about aspects of being a familiar is taking care of your ultra powerful, six foot something vampire master while he’s drunk off his ass on drug blood. It was also one of the aspects that Guillermo thought was amusing, almost as much as he hated it.

Currently Nandor was attempting to seduce a raccoon that was rummaging through a trashcan while his ever dutiful familiar pulled at his coat. It was only after it bit him with a snarl did he relent, calling it a “tempest witch” before throwing all of his body weight onto Guillermo’s shoulder and whining into his ear.

“Like what, Master?”

“You wouldn’t bite me if I told you.”

“Tell me what?”

Nandor mumbled something into his jacket sleeve and refused to elaborate, thoroughly confusing his familiar as they wobbled to the house.

Guillermo all but kicked the door open to shove Nandor to his feet in the entryway.

“Goodness Nandor, what happened to you?” Lazlo remarked as he sauntered down the stairs carrying his latest book of what was probably pornography.

“He got into drug blood.” Guillermo answered for him, exasperated, shoving Nandor away as he tried to drape himself over his back and nose at his neck.

“Oh good luck with that old chap. If you need any assistance, don’t call for me because I do not care.”

Guillermo narrowed his eyes. “Thanks.”

Lazlo looked over his shoulder. “No problem.” And just like that he was gone.

“He’s a dick.” Nandor said, a slur of speech tainting his words.

“Yeah. Yeah he is. Alright let’s get you to bed.” The entire walk to Nandor’s room Guillermo couldn’t help but think about what he had mumbled outside. There was a certain soft quality to how he had asked, like he was baring his non-beating heart in the question.

Guillermo gingerly tried to undress Nandor for bed with as much success as someone trying to undress their toddler. Apparently Nandor’s legs refused to work, leading to Guillermo having to dump him into a nearby chair. His fingers deftly undid the buttons of his master’s tunic with over a decade of practiced precision. He leaned forward to reach the bottom buttons, bringing his face dangerously close to Nandor’s.

He could smell the blood on his lips. Guillermo raised his head cautiously to see Nandor staring him down. They locked eyes and they both seemed to hold their breaths, even if one of them didn’t even need to breathe.

“Master? I had a question.”

“Of course.” The remark seemed to rip from Nandor’s throat, like the first sentence from unused vocal chords. There was a softness in his eyes Guillermo hadn’t seen before.

“Earlier, you asked if I would bite you if you told me. What did you mean by that?”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before Nandor lifted his hand. He reached up, about to press it to Guillermo’s cheek, before retracting, instead reaching down to take Guillermo’s hands from where they froze against the last button.

“I thought that if I told you how I felt, you would leave again.” The words came easily and with startling clarity. A part of Guillermo’s heart he had long since thought repressed sparked in his chest.

For all his years of immortality plagued by selfish desire and uncaring notion, sometimes Nandor felt frustratingly human. Sometimes Guillermo thought he could feel it, especially early on when he went to sleep at night and dreamt of his boss in ways an employee, nonetheless a familiar, shouldn’t think of.

“And how exactly do you feel?” The waver in his voice gave him away. Almost as much as the shaking of his hands in Nandor’s.

The moment broke as Nandor stood, wobbling on unsteady legs. “I feel like! Like..” He tried and failed to find words in his drug-addled mind. “You fucking guy! I feel like I never want you to leave. Like when you die because of your stupid short human life I’ll be sad!”

“Thanks? I guess.”

“Shhhhh. I’m not done. Sometimes, when I’m in my coffin. I think about what it would be like to have you there with me. You’re very warm, you know that? I haven’t felt warm in so long, I forgot what it was like to miss it.” Nandor had turned away so he wouldn’t have to look at the pitiful look on Guillermo’s face. The confusion, the recognition, the want. Oh the want was the worst of all. But Guillermo had to come to his senses.

“You’re just saying this because you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.” He took a step toward his master.

“I am not! I have to say this now, because I will probably not remember that I said any of this when I wake up and..and… I want to say it now while I have the confidence.” He was desperate now, turning to finally face his familiar. The familiar that wasn’t supposed to weasel his way into Nandor’s undead heart, but had anyway, even after he treated him so horribly, even after they had fought verbally and physically. Even after all that, he knew him.

He knew him in so many ways, enough to know that Guillermo would never want to be a vampire. Enough to know Guillermo couldn’t kill unless it was to protect someone he cared for. Enough to know that Guillermo still thought of the vampires as family.

And Nandor knew himself well enough to know that the fact that he made the effort to learn all of these things about Guillermo meant one thing.

“If I told you I love you, would you leave?”

Silence filled the room. The tension could be cut with a knife. Guillermo almost wished he had a knife, or a stake, or a goddamn crucifix. Anything to make him feel secure right now.

“I…I don’t know.” That was all Guillermo could manage to squeak out before standing straight up. “I’m sorry Nandor. I don’t know.” There was a pressure behind his eyes Guillermo couldn’t place as he wrestled with the weight of this confession. Why did Nandor have to be high when he said it?

Guillermo had imagined this moment a thousand times a thousand different ways, but never like this. Never, in any of his dreams did it hurt so much to hear ‘i love you’.

And he just couldn’t deal with it.

So Guillermo did what he always did. He ran.

Nandor was left in his drugged stupor, swaying on his feet, longing, and without the energy to chase him.

Well, Nandor was right about one thing, he definitely didn’t remember what he said that drunken night. Or at least acted like he didn’t. For over a week they’d been basically avoiding each other.

Actually Guillermo was avoiding Nandor, the act causing the vampire to avoid him in turn. So technically they were avoiding each other.

Eventually, after the second week, Nadja cornered Guillermo in the kitchen when Nandor was out.

“What the fuck is going on between the two of you?” Nadja shouted at Guillermo, poking a painted nail in his chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Of course he did, he was just hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions if he pretended he didn’t.

“You know what I’m talking about. What did you do to Nandor?” She responded.

“I didn’t do anything to him, he did it to himself.” He was just being a brat at this point. Not wanting to face his own guilt in the situation. Nandor had asked, begged him not to leave, and he ran away like a coward. He deserved to be questioned.

“Well whatever he did, fix it. I’m tired of seeing him mope around like a limp dick. And usually I don’t mind a nice limp dick, but Nandor is making them not as fun anymore.” She crossed her arms across her chest.

Guillermo swallowed. The guilt clawed its way from his throat. “Nandor told me he loved me. Not in like a familiar way or even in a friend way. Romantically. So I’ve been avoiding giving him an answer.”

“Shit. I owe Lazlo 20 dollars.”

“What? The fuck does that mean?” Guillermo raised his voice, pushing off the counter.

“Yes.” Colin Robinson emerged from the doorway for a split second before disappearing again.

“Me and Lazlo have had a bet going about who would cave first. I thought it would be you. You know, because you’re so… emotional that way.”

“I can’t believe you. Did everyone know Nandor was in love with me except me?” He began to pace around the kitchen waving his arms about.

Guillermo was left in the strangely silent kitchen. How exactly did he feel about Nandor? When he was a teen he looked up to him as everything he wanted to be as a vampire, strong and imposing. After a few years it led to attraction, nights of imagining his own hand against his skin was a foreign one. Longer, and stronger than his own. Then it fizzled out. At least he thought it had. In the over ten years since then they had grown to understand each other on a deep and personal level. They knew each other's fears and desires in a way no one else really understood.

“Shit.” Guillermo leaned forward onto the island, placing his forehead into his hands. “What am I gonna do? I can’t keep avoiding him.”

“Just do what me and Lazlo do when we have a lovers’ spat. Fuck it out!” Nadja noted the sentiment by making a lewd gesture with her hands and turning before walking out rambling something about ‘useless fucking morons’.

And some nights, although they’re ones that Guillermo refuses to acknowledge, he still dreams of Nandor in a way that an employee shouldn’t dream of their employer. Though now they’re not sexual, but dreams of soft touches and kisses and mumblings of affection. He dreams of clear skies and clouds that threaten to touch their fingers as they fly into the night. He dreams of an understanding on an inner level. He dreams of care.

Like the care that someone would carry around their lover’s glasses. Like the care that they tie the knot of a cape. Like the care that someone would make a glitter portrait.

Oh God. Guillermo realizes all at once that Nandor has always loved him, in some way. And he has always felt the same. He had told him “I don’t know.” but the truth was he was painfully aware of his answer.

He was just afraid. Afraid of giving an immortal creature his heart and having it devoured in his hands. Blood from his veins spilled across the floor never to be given back. In many ways it was like being turned. Except this type of vulnerability could not be reversed with a stake through the heart.

Fear had taken him over for far too long.

Slayers courage filled his veins. Even if Nandor didn’t remember his confession, he would certainly remember Guillermo’s.

Later that night Nandor stood dutifully silent, waiting to be undressed for bed. Guillermo walked into his room and closed the door behind him, hand staying closed around the handle.

“Master.” No, that didn’t feel right in this context. “Nandor. We need to talk about something.” He tried not to let his nervousness affect his voice.

“Yes. I believe we do.” Nandor answered. A tense silence filled out between them. “You did not do the dry cleaning last week. My cape feels stiff. This needs to be fixed at once.”

Guillermo sighed out his frustration. Why did he ever expect him to remember?

“Yeah, I’ll get to it tomorrow.” Guillermo wrung his hands. This felt big. Huge. More of a reveal than telling Nandor that he’d been turned by someone other than him.

“Do you remember a few nights ago, when you went out to feed and got into a guy who had taken drugs?”

“Of course I do. I had a very pleasant dream about Jahan.”

“That's…..great. Do you remember anything else?”

“Very little. Drug blood does that you know. I do remember having to get myself ready for bed and that you were most unhelpful. You left me alone Guillermo! You know I do not like that.” Nandor scrunched his nose at him in a way that Guillermo now realized was always adorable.

Guillermo thought he might explode. In almost all areas of romance he was very inexperienced. His only boyfriend was Freddie and we all know how that turned out. They stayed like that in awkward silence for what felt like forever. Guillermo opened his mouth to something when Nandor spoke.

“Actually. Here, sit down.” Guillermo sat on the loveseat across from the coffin, patting the cushion next to him. Nandor, for once in his very long non-life, obliged. “That night you said something to me. Something I didn’t know how to respond to.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it. “You told me how you felt. About me. And you asked me if I would leave if you were to tell me.”

Nandor had straightened his back and was staring forward, not looking at Guillermo. His shoulders were squared and jaw tight.

“What did you say? To my question.” He glanced over at his former familiar, body guard, best man, best friend.

“I said I didn’t know. And…I ran. That’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately. But I know now.” Every word came out quicker than the last.

“And?” Nandor’s only answer settled heavily into the space between them. 14 years of friendship and trust and betrayal compounded into one single moment. Guillermo swallowed, the pressure behind his eyes returning.

“I feel the same way. I think I always have.” The tears that had welled had spilled over and down his cheeks. His tentative hand slid across the cushion and his pinky finger wrapped around Nandor’s. The touch released the tension in both of them, shoulders relaxing and breath easing out.

“Guillermo, I have a confession to make.” Nandor turned completely to the side, his hand sliding solidly into Guillermo’s. His chest heaved with unexpressed emotion. His eyes were intense and shaking. “I do not know what I’m doing. All my relationships have been lacking in many aspects. And I cannot promise I won’t mess this up.”

Guillermo laughed. “I really don’t know what I’m doing either. We’re going to fight. We’re going to yell and cry and apologize and make up. But I want to do all of that because I can do it with you.”

Nandor didn’t smile or say anything at all, he untangled his hand from Guillermo’s and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. His hand lingered on the curve of his jaw, his thumb skirting the edge on his bottom lip and the look in Nandor’s eyes was nothing short of need.

“May I?” Nandor asked. In this single question was everything past and present and future. In this question was the last line of defense to reverse this decision, pretend that nothing happened and everything would go back to normal.

“Yeah. Of course.”

The kiss that Nandor pressed to Guillermo’s lips was arguably the most gentle act he had ever done. More tender than any intercourse before or after his turning. And more vulnerable than any of his marriages.

When they deepen the kiss and both their hands start to wander it is like a beam of sunlight Nandor will never be able to see but he yearns to warm himself in.

When Guillermo rakes his hands through Nandor’s hair and breathes heavily into his mouth it is like the sweet taste of a dish from Al Qolnidar that he can no longer remember.

When Guillermo mumbles “I love you” into his ear as Nandor traces his fangs along his pulse point it is like the holiest prayer that refused to burn.

“Hey Nandor I needed to- Holy shit fucking finally.” Nadja had unceremoniously opened the door, looking on in awe and relief.

“Damnit Nadja go away!” Guillermo’s face reddened as he shouted at her.

She turned and walked away leaving the door wide open. “Alright alright, have fun!”

They stared at each other for a moment before falling into a fit of laughter.

“I’m going to have to deal with that for the rest of my life huh?” Guillermo said after a bit of silence.

“Mhm.” Nandor replied, nosing at his cheek and placing kisses there.

Guillermo paused. “I’m not going to leave.” His tone turned serious as he pushed Nandor away, looking him in the eyes.

“I know. But I am scared.” He replied.

“I am too.”

“We’ll just be scared together.”

Guillermo smiled. “Yeah. We will.”

#nandermo #wwdits #fanfic #please read #lol #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandor x guillermo

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bugbo-awnsers · 8 months

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gerbo. sorry i almost called you germo for a second anyways. im giving you a shiny pebble. i <3 u gerbo stay silly

he'll stay very silly , dw

#bugbo #web series #bugbo fanart #ask #ask blog #ask box #gerbo #anon ask #so shiny #wow

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comeupkid415 · 1 month

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enigmalestari · 1 month

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kpopsickies · 1 year

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hey there, don't know if you write for ateez but if you do, I would like to request a sick whining wooyoung with a cough with caretaker jongho who's quite a germo but can't resist taking care of him cause he sounds so bad <3 (sorry if it's long or too specific 🥺

sorry that its kinda short

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Jongho

Wooyoung p.o.v

I wish I could have enjoyed my day off like my members all were. But unfortunately I was cursed with the most worthless immune system ever and instead was spending it sick. Thankfully it was more of a bad cold than anything, but I still was annoyed. I woke up with a headache, a sore and itchy throat and a blocked, stuffy nose. I trudged downstairs, groaning softly at the spinning in my head. Downstairs I only saw Jongho, "Where's everyone else?" I asked, cringing at ow my voice sounded. I must have startled the maknae because his head turned quickly to look at me. "good morning hyung, they all left already. I didn't really want to do anything so I stayed behind." I nodded, clearing my throat, trying to fight a cough. "you okay hyung?" Jongho asked, looking worried. "yeah, just a little cold" I admitted sniffling lightly. "oh" he looked a bit uneasy, when I suddenly remembered how nervous the maknae was about germs. "Shit!" I said, stepping back from Jongho. Im sorry I forgot

"Its okay hyung" he said softly, I turned as far away from him as I possibly could and ducked as far into my elbow as physically possible and coughed, the coughs hurt my chest and caused my already aching head to throb with the feelinh. "Woo? Are you okay?" I nodded, my eyes pricked with tears, a combination of the force of the cough and the pain. "how long have you been sick for?"

"woke up like this" I said, coughing through the words. I heard movement coming from the maknae, and was shocked when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "bed time hyung" I shook my head, "Jonho, I'm okay"

"I cant leave you alone like this, you're obviously sick"

"But you dont like germs."

"I know. But I also cant bring myself to abandon you when you're obviously sick."

I shook my head, "I'll be ok-hhtch! Htchh" I said getting as a far away from him as I could, "bless you" he gently patted my shoulder.

"I'll be okay Jongho, trust me. I'll take care of myself"

"I know you can, but it's not fair to ask you to, especially when you're sick"

"But I-"

"Hyung it's fine. You guys have taken care of me so many times. Let me return the favor" I nodded, feeling a bit unsure, "go to the couch, I'll get you medicine and stuff" I nodded and did as he instructed.

Jongho p.o.v

I hurried to the bathroom and washed my hands all the way up to my elbows, I forced myself to breathe, genuinely scared. But I knew Wooyoung needed me. I put a mask on and grabbed the medicine that he needed plus a box of tissues and some water. I went to the living room. "Hey hyung" he looked up at me, I noticed how pale he was. "Here" I set the medicine and water on the table and slid the tissue box next to him. "Thanks" he swallowed the medicine then blew his nose. He went to set the tissue down on the couch, "don't do that" I said quickly, hoping I didn't sound too panicked, "I'll get a bag for the trash"

I brought him a bag and he put the tissue in it, and set it opposite of me on the couch. "So I got a text from Seonghwa, him and Hongjoong will be home soon" Wooyoung said, he coughed after, thankfully turning very far from me. "Okay, do you know when?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too anxious. "I think he said 15 minutes" I nodded, "I'm sorry that I'm not very good at takong care of people."

"Jongho it's okay. You've already done amazing. I know it's not easy for you. Remind you I owe you dinner when I feel better" he smiled, "just doing my job" I shook my head, "you've done more than that" I smiled, he shrugged. "Glad I could help"

#ateez #wooyoung #jongho #sickfic

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anotherworldash · 5 months

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sumber meme: meme anime comic indonesia

sebenernya sama sih

gua ngerasa Pokemon juga kek gini

Ash (Satoshi) dari bocah kocag, suka ngelawak , suka ngeledekin temennya, suka ngebacot, kadang2 jadi badut, sekarang jadi bocah yang cuman hore hore kalo ada Pokemon doang (personality kocag dia balik pas S&M ada misty brock sih)

Si Gary (Shigeru) lebih parah lagi, dari bocah tukang bully, bocah rewel, bocah germo yang suka main jablay, kadang2 dapet jatah kena karma, sekarang jadi cowo cool yang suka nasehatin temennya(walau tetep sambil ngebully, tapi dijelasin niatnya sama narator)(btw masih suka main lonte kah gery??).

Dah kayak sinetron islam. Dua bocah ini kena azab terus tobat kah?

Misty(Kasumi) juga dari temen cewe galak jadi temen cewe genit anjir.

Brock(Takeshi) jadi kurang mesum(abis sunat ?)

Sebenernya emang ada progress storynya sih dan gue nonton, tapi kangen aja sama jokes jaman dulu yang brutal2

#upin ipin #gary oak #ash ketchum #misty #brock #pokemon #pokeani

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one-twisted-sister · 1 year

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Ohh HE~LLO Germoe I ain't ever seen you before whatre your hobbies what's ur dream career are you single and can I fix that 👀

"Never seen this mug?, been here for a while my hobbies are Steele working, blacksmith basically and I'm living my dream job and sorry to burst your bubble but I'm off the market darlin'."

#Germoe

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nonaabuabu · 2 years

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Pada Sebuah Kapal, NH Dini

Menelusuri kisah Sri dalam novel sastra karya NH Dini, Pada Sebuah Kapal, rasanya aku dibawa kepada pemahaman baru terhadap perempuan. Sekian buku yang aku baca membicarakan perempuan, sebagai perempuan aku selalu merasa memasuki dunia mereka dengan sudut pandang yang nyaris sama. Perempuan tangguh yang melihat dunia dengan sudut pandang yang lebih luas, independen dan penuh cinta di saat yang bersamaan. Jika meminjam istilah Ester Lianawati, ada serigala betina dalam diri setiap perempuan.

Bagaimana Firdaus memilih menjadi seorang pelacur kelas atas dalam novel Perempuan di Titik Nol, barangkali adalah pilihan paling tidak normal untuk norma kita, namun aku masih melihat ketangguhan perempuan dari sosok Firdaus yang tewas dihukum mati karena membunuh seorang germo laki-laki. Atau kalau mau cukup kontroversial adalah kisah Nidah Kirani yang merupakan memoar seorang perempuan yang menentang Tuhan dalam kekecawaannya dalam buku Tuhan Izinkan Aku Menjadi Pelacur, bagiku masih bisa aku pahami.

Namun Sri adalah tokoh paling tidak aku pahami sebagai perempuan tapi sekaligus paling sering aku lihat di dunia nyata, yang bersinar tanpa menyadari sinar itu, yang pilihan-pilihannya membuat aku berpikir 'ternyata ada perempuan seperti ini.'

Berkali-kali aku ingin berhenti membaca karena rasa kesal. Katakanlah saat Sri berkecil hati karena fitur tubuhnya yang bukan tipe ideal laki-laki yang ia taksir padahal tak ada percakapan mencemooh. Atau saat ia memilih menikahi Charles dan menentang pendapat Sutopo, dengan pertimbangan yang menurutku sangat dangkal untuk ukuran perempuan yang berpikiran luas sepertinya. Banyak sekali pemikirannya yang barangkali menjawab tindak-tanduk perempuan yang sering aku pertanyakan di dunia nyata, namun tetap tak mampu aku pahami.

Tapi rasanya aku tak akan memahami pesannya dan dasar kesatuan bagaimana Sri memilih kehidupannya jika aku tidak menyelesaikan membaca novel ini. Mungkin pula karena aku terlalu tergiur dengan ulasan novel ini yang mendapat banyak apresiasi dari sastrawan.

Atau barangkali sebagai seorang perempuan yang membaca novel ini lima puluh tahun kemudian setelah terbit, kisah Sri terlau tidak relevan dengan sekarang. Tapi bagaimana pula Nadira dalam karya Leila Chudori, sama seperti Sri ia menikah dengan lelaki yang salah yang di tentang saudara laki-laki mereka, tapi aku cukup memahami dan sangat relevan meski di setting waktu yang cukup lampau.

Ada sesuatu tentang Sri yang rasanya tidak kusukai, tapi sialnya aku akui melihat Sri dalam diri banyak perempuan. Entah buruk atau baik, Sri bagai cermin yang tak bisa aku pakai namun menjadi terjemahan dari banyak perempuan yang sering aku pertanyakan arah dan pilihannya.

Sri terlalu asing dalam diriku sekaligus terlalu dekat dalam udara yang aku hirup.

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absurdlyalive · 2 years

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nander. germo. nadsh. lasso. corn.

#I keep thinking of that one tweet that just said 'nander.' and I needed to add to it #my brain is fried today #wwdits #beloved characters

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bogorexpose · 2 months

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Polisi Tangkap Germo Yang Jual Selebgram jadi PSK Online di Kota Bogor

BOGOR – Kasus prostitusi online kembali marak di Kota Bogor saat Ramadan. Hal itu dibuktikan dengan dibongkarnya kasus tersebut oleh Jajaran Polresta Bogor Kota. Dimas Tri Putra (26), seorang muncikari yang menjajakan wanita dari berbagai profesi, mulai dari selebgram hingga putri budaya, kepada para pelanggan berhasil diamankan. Kapolresta Bogor Kota, Kombes Pol Bismo Teguh Prakoso,…

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#Kombes Bismo Teguh Prakoso #polres bogor kota #prostitusi online

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444names · 7 months

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Names generated from American states, German and Dutch forenames, excluding the letter "J"

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