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strqyr · 6 months

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I think, Salem, is a wonderful gal yknow, she's seen the rise and fall of humanity, the good and bad, I think if all of humanity needs a villain to hate, she'll take that role. Is she bringing back the gods, to finally die, or is she ready to remove them, what good has the gods done to her and her people, all of them lived a life forsaken. I have no idea what I'm mumbling about here, but basically everyone in the rwby fandom hates Salem because she's a woman with a mixed moral compass, and thus must been seen as a bitch, she's 'evil' so she must of course have all these flaws, but in reality, remove the context and compare her to Oz, and you'll find similarities, if the genders were swapped, I think Salem would have been someone the fandom praises, for being a hot immortal man

i've been along this ride since day 1 and lemme tell ya, at this point it's mostly just funny to watch the absolute pretzels people will twist themselves into to "prove" their point, like.

salem (allegedly, can't exactly say for certain at this point of time) lying to her followers about her true goal is manipulative, but ozpin lying about salem being immortal, the actual reason he was made to reincarnate by light, and the true nature of this war (it's unwinnable y'all) isn't. he's just some guy :( he has trust issues, of course he wouldn't trust team rwby with everything right off the bat even when yang made it clear that she'd follow him as long as there were no more lies and half-truths... eh, qrow branwen? never heard of him! yeah he's made some missteps but he learns from his mistakes!!... let's just ignore how he's been running in circles for who knows how long. he's doing his best :( and he cares about people :( that makes everything he does actually okay, right? at least, you shouldn't bring his mistakes or fucked up things up or blame him! that's bashing :(

salem though. what a bitch, she should have accepted the death of the only person in her life who truly cared about her (pyrrha and penny though, they're coming back any day now, even if it's in someone else's head). it's not like watching humanity get wiped out and the utter solitude she would have lived in for thousands, hell, millions of years afterwards would have some effect on a person. no sir, she's always been mean and manipulative and evil and have you considered her father kept her locked up since she was a baby for a reason????

the last part about her father is a hyperbole... i think. i hope.

anyway. the double standards are funny.

there's also the aspect of people taking a simple statement like "salem isn't planning the destruction of the world and instead wants to fight the gods and this is a good thing bc the gods are the main problem here", read way too much into it and end up turning it into "so you think salem's the actual good guy and oz is the villain???" and it's like. no one said that but you. like, man...

my dog has a better reading comprehension than this, and he's five months old and chews walls. c'mon.

#anon #ask.strqyr

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cityandking · 7 months

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6, 7, 19, 24 for dai, minah and eniko!

thanks my dear // edgy misc oc ask meme

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

DAI — it would take something pretty extreme, like holding the life of a loved one over his head or reforging the very substance of his soul. he's kinda stubborn. MINAH — it depends on how far afield the something is. her moral compass is already a little wiggly, which makes it easier to talk her into some things, but she can dig her feet in when she has a real actual issue with it (for example, she is totally cool with lying to a prisoner but won't force-feed anyone devil's dust. who understands her moral code? not me) ENIKO — eniko's moral compass is a pinwheel. pay him enough and he'd do pretty much anything. kids are a hard line for him, but to be honest, in the right circumstances any line can be stepped over. (he'd feel wretched after, but when has how he feels ever stopped him)

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

DAI — he's so much bitchier than anticipated MINAH — she's been quieter than I had planned. part of that is how we play (the perils of internet roleplay), plus I get self conscious about narrating stuff my OC might be doing that's mostly flavor (that won't stop me from posting about it endlessly here). but I also think the whole warden Thing(TM) is a bigger Thing(TM) than she anticipated and she's starting to fray a little bit. ENIKO — his stupid ACCENT what is going on there

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

DAI — impatient, mostly. it takes a lot to make him furious, but he can get really withering and mean. doesn't necessarily mean he won't keep doing whatever work needs getting done, but he's going to be short-tempered about it MINAH — her rage has turned out to be a cold and close thing. it bubbles up in her chest, but she keeps a tight leash on it. when she externalizes it, she tends to lash out in sharp and specific ways, or ice up completely. I think her rage tends to come with a certain clarity which she feels gives her precision and perspective. I don't know if that's entirely true. ENIKO — well first of all his own feelings don't matter so jot that down. he'll weaponize it if he can (prey animal rage!!) or smother it if it's not helpful. if it's gotten to the point where he's lost control of his own rage, it's probably really horrible and messy for everyone involved. let's get that boy furious and covered in blood

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

DAI — I cannot conceive of a daichi who didn't join the order, but for argument's sake — au where instead of joining the sunsingers and becoming a cleric, he decided to go down to the underdark and learn more about where he came from. maybe he'd have found the void that way; maybe he'd have met the void tieflings earlier? MINAH — that's redacted. but she thinks about it a lot if that helps. ENIKO — somewhere out there is an alternate universe where he didn't say yes to Sir's offer and instead scraped a living on the streets (bridge?) of Whitebridge for long enough to start sneaking into University lectures and learning magic. He'd be a million times better off, obviously. Equally cynical and probably just as scrappy, but with 60% less trauma and 50% more understanding of his own unique personhood.

#bonus thoughts:#- maybe niko would crop his half elf ears to fit in human social circles without drawing attention to himself. yikes rip #- at least 20% of dai's bitchiness is ozy-related. more of it is izzy-related tho #- freelance adventurer daichi would be a fucking ICON. he'd be a full fighter and a menace with a better sense of humor. still no CHA tho #- other things that have changed with eniko since his conception: middy :3 #- mage eniko would still have joined up with wick just under different circumstances. he'd care a lil more about the politics/cause #(he'd also still have a few levels in rogue)#anyway! ty my dear #daichi #minah #eniko #memery

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket F Round 1

Poll 31

Mischief (@kjmellow) vs. Septimus (@theselflovetoad)

381. Mischief (@kjmellow)

they/them

They're a poor little meow meow. They're morally gray. They are very keen on helping the good people and fighting the bad people, but they always mess up in the process. They would kill a bad person without hesitation, sure, but they also are not very good at considering the smaller aspects and consequences of their actions.

They once wanted to crash a spaceship with "bad guys" into a planet in what seems to them an efficient way of killing those on board... But they didn't really consider that those on the planet's surface would, very much likely, suffer the fate of our dinosaurs (they were stopped just in time though).

Then there was this other time they helped an alien who crashed on a planet fix their spaceship, which sounds like a very good thing to do, except the spaceship turned out to have a very dangerously volatile engine and the take-off would very much mess up literally every living thing around, plus the alien in question turned out to be a criminal not really caring about what happens when he takes off.

And, well, yeah, they're a huge mess and need serious adjustments to their moral compass. And maybe a bit more brain cells and critical thinking. Oh, and they're also being overly heroic for the sole reason of slowly dying, actually.

They're otherwise a coward and very much look out for their own skin, which turns out to be the case when they're finally healed from what's killing them (they still want to help people and are ready to kill tho so that much doesn't change so easily hehe)

Bonus quote I really like (they said this very firmly when someone they've just met called them a guy): "Alright, listen up. I'm not a guy or a gal, and I sure ain't nobody's pal. I go by Mischief these days, and I'd like to ask you to respect that, sir."

They're actually a shape-shifter! They can take on any more or less organic form, and have a sad history of other people abusing that, which is most of the reason they, turned out to be like this... Anyway, they mainly go as an androgynous person with the top of their hair being minty and the back of the head - pink. Slightly pointy ears just to stand out a little, blue eyes and sometimes, if they're feeling a bit more like themselves, they might add their natural third eye, which is light-pink. But they really often tweak something in their appearance, it's really a bit like changing clothes to them. Their other favourite form turned out to be a fluffy cat (they found that it's actually really nice when someone they can trust not to hurt them cuddles them and scratches behind their ear)

382. Septimus (@theselflovetoad)

They/them (masc)

They are the love of my queer little heart. They are a changeling/shapeshifter with daddy issues who runs away with their little sister and the MCs siblings and becomes a pretty fruity pirate captain who in the end marries the MC. They are also the character who starts off a major asshole but gets better via acceptance and becomes the loveable asshole. The meme in my heart for them is the "you don't have all the facts!" "which are?" "I love them."

They look like if you mixed Soren from the dragon prince and captain hook from once upon a time together. Wears light makeup (eyeliner, nail polish, ect). They and the whole crew are hot pirates.

(the picture is ouat hook i am so sorry but i only noticed i didn’t have a picture ~half an hour before making the polls i am again very sorry)

poll mod didn’t reach out in time 54 dead 682 injured ;-;

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket f #381 mischief #382 septimus #i might redo this one when i get the picture

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ofmoonlily · 6 months

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🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

❤️ Do they fall in love easily?

📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family?

♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

-reveromantique

My muse in a relationship | Accepting | @reveromantique

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

As much as Yuna would push and shove and try her absolute damnedest to refuse going down a very dark path... If things called for said action... If there was absolutely no other alternative, and she was backed into a corner with no other choice...

Yuna would, indeed, fall to murder for the person she loves.

HOWEVER.

The circumstances have to be just right for her to actually go down that horrible path. The woman has a very strict moral compass, and she would have to know the ins and outs of this situation with her lover.

-Were they about to be killed by another?

-Were they harmed in a very specific mentally/physically abusive manner that would be considered psychologically damaging to anyone who even hears of it?

-Were they harmed in other ways (in which tumblr is not comfortable seeing the word, so I will just leave it vague, but the gist is there.) She will not hesitate.

Y'know. VERY specific circumstances to push her to proceed with a very unhappy action.

❤️ Do they fall in love easily?

This is a little complicated to explain due to how other people are.

Yuna is a very caring, devoted, and accepting individual. It's these traits alone that has her open to all sorts of encounters with various people. However, because there is an abundance of people in the world, some of them are just so quick to love. If there is somebody who falls in line with her ideals and virtues at face value, she is very quick to fall head over heels. It is how it is.

When there is somebody who hides behind a facade of anger, stoicism, or just use humor as a defense mechanism, it'll take a bit for Yuna to develop feelings because said individual is hiding behind a mask.

It's a complex situation that is defined by the other person when it comes to somebody like Yuna. ^^

📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family?

Yuna mostly unloads her information to her adoptive sister, Lulu, with all of these things. If she obtains a very close friendship, she will dish out some details of her relationship, but not everything. Only the good things. The drama is better left for the immediate family - or so Yuna thinks.

Only those who are considered family usually hear about her gushing about her partner. Rikku is a very good hype woman to get Yuna excited about dates, trips, hangouts, romantic gestures, school girl screaming over something said partner did/looks/acts.

Yet Lulu gets an ear assault of: 'he's so cute. I love when he does (various niche thing)! The way he (some simple action) gives me butterflies! I wonder what our children would look like? Do you think he thinks of me? I had a dream about him last night' etc. etc.

And yes. Sometimes the complicated things come to the table. But Yuna would never. Ever. EVER. speak badly about her partner behind their back. She would also prefer others not to judge as well. A complicated issue does not define her partner as a failure.

♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

Absolutely not.

Yuna is the daughter of an esteemed summoner - who was, once upon a time, highly frowned upon for marrying an al-bhed woman and produced a half al-bhed daughter. The churches of Yevon despised him 10 years ago, (thus branded as a "fallen summoner") and cursed Braska's pilgrimage due to his past, and the company he chose to guard him on his journey.

Sir Auron - a warrior monk "doomed to obscurity for refusing the hand of the priest's daughter." Sir Jecht - a drunken brute (declared clinically insane) claiming to be from Zanarkand, the city of the dead.

In the end, Braska completed his pilgrimage in spite of Yevon's ire.

Yuna was then praised, looked as a prodigy simply for being her father's daughter. A giant 180 after years of bigoted torment.

She has experienced both sides of the class spectrum, and is now indifferent to where people hail or how they grew up. Everybody, no matter who they are, is friend shaped to her! ^o^

💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

Oh, very much so!

Sure, Yuna is content with sleeping alone. But there is something so fundamentally relaxing, comforting, and satisfying about sleeping next to someone you love. She is able to fall asleep faster, deeper, and whenever she's cold, time to move to the heater with snuggles!

And the fact she can obtain free snuggles, nuzzling into their neck, wrapping herself completely around her partner and enjoying their presence, admiring their existence, and hugs!!

Sleeping with her partner is better in EVERY SINGLE context. Hands down. Yunie approves 100%!

#answered #reveromantique #headcanons #//tysm for the ask! <3 #long post tw

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esperanta-dragon · 1 year

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💥🦋🦈 for the ask game?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

The whole Shadowlands and whole narrative built around Sylvanas to make her appear she was only a victim and did not want any of it. I don't believe she did not want it. Not only it made her look weak and dumb, but the amount of effort put into breaking and twisting the old established lore to achieve this... ooof. No. It does not work and will never work. To be honest I am still not sure what Blizzard tried to achieve. Why they went bonkers with her just to pull the breaks in the last moment. Why they couldn't make her a really good villain she deserved to be? Why she had to end up being just a pawn in all this? They wanted us to feel sorry for her? Did not happen because it does not work. Not even the book made me think that. The whole book was trying to avoid the Jailer and Shadowlands plot. Now we will never know how her original story after WotLK was supposed to go. I am just sad because she did not deserved it as incompetent writers used her badly and destroyed the whole lore to make it happen... what made it happen? I don't know and will never understand the reason behind this decision. Shadowlands will never belong to WoW lore, it will always stick out as some strange spin-off and I wish Blizzard made some change in the timeline with Bronze Dragonflight and erase it or claim that it was an alternative reality. We deserved better Shadowlands. And many characters deserved better resolution.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write? More of them.

Darion Mograine It took me 10 years to find out how to write him correctly. At first he was way too soft because I was a teenager who had this phase that all dark characters are misunderstood and they are all soft inside (yes even Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, etc... ugh). Then I wrote him way too tough, almost indifferent just to make him tough which is not true. He is not and it was shown in Legion and in We Ride Forth how much he cares about everybody even Bolvar.

Death knights are hard to write in general because you have to find the balance between their indifference to the living world but also show that they have a lot of issues, trauma, and regrets. So when I started writing RP with my friend, I couldn't be happier when she told me that Darion is incredibly complex and at first it doesn't make sense what he is doing and how does he react but when you figure out his core values, you get to understand him more and suddenly it makes sense.

Until this day, my friend who is writing Anduin still says from time to time that she can't exactly get into Darion's head because sometimes he does a lot of illogical stuff based on his moral compass and inner values. And I am not talking about how trauma and regrets and all the bad things are getting into his behavior.

And that makes me happy he is this kind of a weirdo.

Kel'Thuzad

Strange but KT is my favorite villain. When I started building my story with death knights many years ago, the Lich King was the one in the spotlight and doing decisions. Then I realized it doesn't make sense and he doesn't have the goddamn time and why should he care. So Kel'Thuzad would be the one doing all the stuff and planning before Light's Hope.

Then the book about sir Zeliek was in making. He wasn't there that much with the first version of the book. Which is absolutely pitty because I got to like him a lot. In the second version I am rewriting after years, taking out the stuff which was not working and using the potential on maximum, I can't wait to catch the drive and finish the book in a few weeks.

I just love writing highly calculating, insane characters. Which reminds me he is in one of my AU fanfics I am rewriting and I enjoyed absolutely every moment he was in. I should get back to it. He is crazy. I love working with him.

sir Zeliek

My child, hello. There are like 2-3 fanfics with sir Zeliek on the internet. 1 is goddamn good from @rabbitprint called Holding Circles. As an undead paladin, he has an incredible potential never fully used by Blizzard. So I adopted him, created his background from scratch, and connected his story with Warcraft III and WotLK so he ends up being crucial.

I've written the whole book about him in 2014. At that time it was not perfect but it helped me cope with toxic environment I was in. It was a first draft and over the years I've managed to analyze what should be deleted, what should be explored, changed and how to use the full potential of the book. My writing got better and I've managed to put a lot more details into it.

It was always my big dream to write the second version which will be finally good and translate it into English. I don't know if people will read it, if it will have at least one comment each chapter because... I tend to like characters nobody cares about.

But I hope somebody will like it and maybe people will in the end appreciate the story I've created around him. He was built from scratch. And I hope people will like him. Because he is in a grey moral zone and I've put a lot of effort into him. People realizing how big potential was missed would make me happy.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

You wouldn't believe but Arthas as the Lich King. It's super hard to write this kind of deity which should be stoic, and calm but creepy and intimidating at the same time. Unfortunately... when I try it, he always ends up being cringe.

Maybe it's just my feeling and maybe it got better. I would have to start rewriting the AU when the Lich King won the war in Northrend because he was there for a few moments.

Still, I am avoiding him when I can. It is funny when you write about death knights and you... can't avoid it 100%

#fanfic writer ask game #ask me espe #fanfics #WoW

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calmmay · 1 year

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Jadi, ini adalah hari on boarding ku di tempat baru. Trs dapet tugas untuk nonton dokumenter sbg pemantik awal bikin paper. Gmz bgt ga si🥹🤏

Turns out, selama nonton docu-nya w merasa dapet reminder yg mengetuk-ngetuk pintu hati, akal pikiran, dan jiwa.

Docu-nya tentang renewable energy gt dan dimulai dg pembahasan soal meningkatnya CO2 krn industri, mobilisasi. Dilanjutkan dg dampak2 nya, kyk sea-level rise, punahnya habitat flora dan fauna dst

Trs, ada sesi interview ke ahli tentang penyebab dr semua ini. Kata beliau, penyebabnya tuh krn populasi umat manusia dah terlalu banyak.

Wah, di situ, aku jd kepikiran perihal child free. Cmiiw, salah satu pertimbangan untuk child free selain dr kesiapan ortu dll tuh krn bumi dah terlalu sesak dg manusia ga si, mana SDA terbatas dan menipis, jd makin keliatan surem aja ni masa depan.

Tp, apakah berarti solusinya adalah dg depopulasi atau menurunkan jumlah manusia di bumi? Hmm.

Baru2 ini, w hbs baca postingan yg mencerahkan soal child free

Mantep bgt ga, tuh? Karena ketika gaada manusia selanjutnya akibat depopulasi dan kerusakan bumi, ya siapa yg bakal menikmati indahnya dunia di masa depan atau bahkan turut berkontribusi untuk memperbaikinya.

Jd alternatif strategi menghadapi permasalahan di dunia ini adalah dg mendidik generasi. Whether itu anak sendiri ato anak2 org lain karena namanya anak kan rejeki yah, tp berupaya mencerdaskan kehidupan bangsa tuh cita-cita kita semua, bukaan?

Lanjut.

Sesi intv berikutnya ke ahli yg lain adalah perihal apa sih yg selama ini org2 ga pernah tanyakan ke Bapak?

Si Bapak terdiam sejenak dan menjawab, "Nobody ask me, if I'm scared. I lose sleep over all of this."

Wah, aku jd ikut terhenyak. Iya, perihal 'kerusakan bumi' nih tanggung jawab dan amanah kita, loh. Legacy apa yg akan diwariskan untuk generasi selanjutnya? Sudahkah kita menjaga alam dan keberlanjutannya?

Have we done right by the community? Have we done right by the ummah? 🥺 (*jd keinget Rasulullah SAW)

We have a limit of time. Kita ga selamanya ada di sini menjalankan misi di bumi. Manusia mungkin emang trs improve, trs berprogress tp gaada jg yg bs memastikan usia bumi.

Apakah ketika kita pergi, dunia sudah kembali baik-baik saja or at least getting better atau malah tambah parah? 🥺

Salah satu narasi docu-nya adalah

"We humans are poised for a fall from an unimaginable height. Not because of one thing. Not climate change alone. But all the human-caused changes the planet is suffering from."

Jd, mendidik generasi adalah salah satu bentuk ikhtiar merawat bumi. Mereka yg well educated, harapannya bisa mengerti, punya kontrol diri terkait seberapa banyak yang perlu kita ambil dari bumi, bagaimana pengelolaannya untuk meminimalisir dampak dan secara berbarengan increasing the value of our environment, society and economy.

Lanjut.

Ternyata, org2 barat ni juga kepikiran perihal time limit.

He said,

"What just differentiates people from all other forms of life is that, we're not only here but that we know that we're here. If you know that you're here, then you recognize, even dimly, that you'll not be here someday.

And on top of that, we don't like, that we're animals."

((Screaming inside: huhu, iya, kita ni dikasih akal, dikasih amanah untuk jd khalifah🥺))

Nah, poin selanjutnya

"If we're to make progress, whatever that word means, or even to persist as a form of life, we're gonna need to radically overhaul our basic conception of who and what we are, and what it is that we value."

Sepakat, Sir. Ketika punya semangat mendidik generasi tuh berarti juga menanamkan value. Nah, compass moral siapa si yg dipake. Ilmu kebenaran menurut siapa? Menurut Pencipta atau yg diciptakan?

((*jadi keinget penjelasan tentang zaman jahiliyah nya U. Asep. For further info, cek kelas Madrasah Sirah Nabawiyah, ya, bestie))

Lanjut.

"If I haven't come to grips with my own anxiety about death and life, and presented with a reminder of that, I'm highly likely to make some tragic decisions for the community."

Indeed, bener bgt, Pak. Rasulullah SAW dulu juga pernah bersabda, “كفى بالموت واعظا “, "Cukuplah kematian menjadi pengingat (mau'idhah) bagimu" 🥺

Trs, balik lagi ke tema docu. Renewable energy ini ternyata menyimpan sejuta dilema juga. Kita kan sepakat ya, kalo fossil fuel itu ga sustainable. Jadi, kita harus cari opsi lain, tuh.

Skrg ada opsi, biomass tp opsi itu tuh kasarannya jd kayak dari menghabiskan fossil fuel, kita bergeser jd menciptakan energi dg bakar2 organic materials such as kayu ._.

Hmm, jd keinget percakapan antara Umar ibn Khattab RA dg Ubay ibn Ka'ab, bahwa merajut takwa ini bagai berjalan di setapak penuh duri.

Untuk semua dilema-dilema ini, termasuk dlm konteks menemukan solusi untuk renewable energy, kita harus hati-hati. Minta petunjuk dari Allah dan meniatkan supaya jadi ibadah🥺.

Lanjut.

"We must accept that our human presence is already far beyond sustainability."

Ya Allahh, jd keinget kan sama keraguannya malaikat, yg seakan2 bilang, yakin nih, makhluk model begini mau ditaruh di bumi? Ntar mereka cuma berbuat kerusakan, cuy. Tapiii, Allah berfirman, Allah lebih tahu :')

Huhu, tunjukilah kami jalan yang lurus, Ya Allah

Lanjut, naratornya bilang gini sbg penutup,

"We must at long lasf accept that it's not the CO2 molecule destroying the planet. It's us."

Ya Allah, nangis T_T. Brb baca doa Nabi Adam as

رَبَّنَا ظَلَمْنَا أَنْفُسَنَا وَإِنْ لَمْ تَغْفِرْ لَنَا وَتَرْحَمْنَا لَنَكُونَنَّ مِنَ الْخَاسِرِينَ

Yah, begitu lah. Di hari itu, ku jd termenung sendiri. Trs sejujurnya ada perasaan, deg, Ya Allah, apakah jalan yg ku tempuh ini sdh benar? Apakah Engkau menginginkanku untuk berjuang di sini?

Huhu, bismillah, deh, ya. Kalau ini jalan yang Engkau ridhoi, maka karuniakanlah keberkahan di dalamnyaa. Semoga w lolos probation nyaa *brb mengerjakan tugas.

Anw, kantor virtualnya ni gemas bgt. Kyk main game 🥹🤏

#worklyfe #ceracaupukulsatu #journey #beyond #latepost

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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years

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Oh The Places We Will Go

Summary: Elvis Presley is refusing to go on the fair circuit without his younger cousin Sylvie, he doesn’t want to leave her behind like he has to leave behind his parents and girlfriend. After much begging, Sylvie agrees to go.

Rated T for language.

Mostly fluff.

Word Count 1176

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There wasn’t much space in the small two bedroom apartment that the Presleys lived in and it had become more crowded when Sylvie, the daughter of Vernon’s recently deceased brother moved in. But they liked it that way, they liked having family close. And was the exact reason why Elvis was suggesting that Sylvie come with him on the circuit. “I don’t know El.’ Sylvie commented as she curled herself into the sofa, “Do you really want me hanging around and ruining things?”

She had briefly met Colonel Tom Parker on her way out of the apartment to her part time job at the diner and something about him creeped her out and he was against any sort of followers except for the band and male family members.

“What does Penguin Man think about it?” Penguin Man was the nickname that she and the other cousins were calling the Colonel behind his back. A nickname that at first annoyed Elvis but now it made him laugh.

“Who cares? You are family. Can’t have Mama and Daddy with me or my girl. But I can have you.” Sylvie chewed on her lower lip looking everywhere but her cousin. She knew as soon as she did that she was going to say okay, and uproot her life.

“Please Syliva, watch out for my son. For your cousin.” Gladys pleaded going to sit next to her on the sofa, “I will worry if he doesn’t have someone with him.” The elder Mrs Presley didn’t trust Scotty, DJ and Will as far as they could throw them. She grasped the younger girl’s hands, “Please.”

Inhaling deeply, she turned to look at them both and nodded her head, “Fine, I will go. But I will not, I mean it Elvis, I will not take orders from the Penguin man. I am not working for him. I am there for you. That is it.” The crooner nodded his head and pulled her into a hug muttering a promise to her.

** As Sylvie thought the Colonel wasn’t happy about her appearance with Elvis or how easily she fit in with everything he had going on. She had a better control of his boy and his band then he had, she spoke and they listened.

She had even gotten them and some of the workers to go to the local churches. Including Hank Snow, Jr, who followed her around like a lost puppy dog. If he had been so annoyed he would have found it funny. And he tried to get her alone to talk to her but she refused to be anywhere around him, and Elvis kept him away, saying that his cousin was his business alone. For this plan to work, he had to have her on his side.

It took weeks but he finally found the time to talk to the girl. She was alone in her hotel room, putting away clean clothes into suitcases.

“Sylvie, my dear, can I talk to you?” He asked, knocking his cane on the side of the door. Startled, the younger Presley looked up and dropped one of the pairs of pants she had folded onto top of the suitcase.

“What can I help you with, Colonel?” She was pleading desperately for Elvis or one of the boys to come in and save her. “We need to talk about your position with Elvis Presley Incorporated.” Confused, she raised her eyebrows and busied her hands with folding more clean laundry. “Your cousin’s company. I am surprised he hasn’t told you about it.” “Elvis tries not to talk about his career with me sir, I am only here to be a source of home for him.” The Colonel laughed at that, Sylvie meant so much more to his boy then just being a source of home to him. She was the little angel sitting on his shoulder, telling him not to do things that would embarrass his mama or his daddy.

She was a moral compass.

“My dear, you are so much more than just that. You are his moral compass, the little girl his family took in after your daddy died in a mining accident.” Sylvie’s hands crumpled the clean blouse she had in her hands, no one outside of their family knew the reason why Vernon and Gladys took her in. “How did you find that out?” “I know everything about Slyvia. I know that your mama died giving birth to you. And that your daddy was so devastated that he didn’t want you around and that you were all but shoved into the arms of Elvis’ family.”

“What do you want from me?” She questioned, “I am not leavin’. I made a promise to his mama that I would stay with him.”

“I know that, we are just going to give you a more defined role.”

She sank down on the bed still clutching her blouse, she was torn between anger and fear. Anger that Elvis had told this man that she didn’t trust her story and anger that this man was trying to use it against her. And fear that it was going to get out and she was going to be indebted to him somehow.

** Elvis let himself into his cousin’s hotel room and was surprised to see her sitting on the bed, a crumpled white blouse in her lap, and dark mascara tears down her face.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned as he lowered himself down on the bed next to her. “The Colonel paid me a visit. He brought my daddy.”

The older Presley ran his hand over his face before he pulled her into a hug.

`He wants me to be a part of your company.” “Well I do too sweetheart.’ He started, “I want to be able to give you anr our family everything we could ever want or need.” He reached for the worn out red leather journal, the first thing that he had been able to buy her after he started playing and winning contests.

“Don’t you want to go to Paris?” Sylvie had torn out a picture of the Eiffel Tower out of a magazine and stuck it in the book. “See Washington DC? And see where your great granddaddy died at Gettysburg.”

She nodded her head sniffing back the tears.

“Doing this we can see that. Any place you or mama want to see we will go.” He promised, “And if he tries anything again you can tell him off or come and get me.” Sylvie nodded her head, much like her aunt, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

#ash writes #oc: sylvie presley #series: please let me help you #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction

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brehaaorgana · 2 years

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I fell down a hole playing Pathfinder's wrath of the righteous and I'm also reading spoilers and trying to make sure I get as close to a good ending as I want. But man I have a few gripes:

1. Daeran Arendae is not pale white and I don't know how or why people keep coloring him that way

Look at him:

He's literally golden and an aasimar. He's not pale white. Someone has a mod of him having super Nordic features and it's.....horrifying lmfao.

2. I would like to argue the alignments of the companions should be more changeable than they are (except for you-know-who, they're never going to change)

3. Daeran should at *least* become chaotic neutral over time. He does have a moral compass and he DOES choose to do good things. Also because of the The Other resolution.

4. I looked up his happy endings and I'm...going to riot. All three of them make me want to yell.

[spoilers spoilers] I'm sorry he becomes slightly cold and evil-er if I kill the inquisitor??? I kill the guy who sees me basically exorcise Dae because THE INQUISITION IS FUCKED AND EVERYONE KNOWS?? And that's supposed to be a Bad Choice?? Compared to a lifetime of surveillance?? I don't want to hand him over to the mental health cops what the fuck!! Those guys BURNED EMBER'S DAD AT THE STAKE and tried to KILL HER TOO! They are a literal inquisition!! it feels like they're trying to say "absolute power corrupts absolutely, a Good commander should sometimes bend to the Law," but also fuck that, my dude! Just because ONE of you isn't an unhinged lunatic doesn't mean I trust any of that institution. I demand end screen rewrites because what the fuck lol. There should be a better resolution besides being watched by Big Brother Inquisition for the rest of his life or going cold due to the inquisitor dying. Make it make sense!! The inquisition is clearly full of total idiots. Why does this inquisitor dying make Daeran more cold? He was protected!

5. I'm concerned about the Azata path option to close the worldwound 🤔 idk if I'll switch paths.

6. Enhanced edition wants:

fix it so if I'm worried about Sosiel as a FC he doesn't immediately go "sorry I'm gay." Like okay sir I was just concerned you'd been nearly mauled as your *friend*

woljif romance when

fix daeran's endings and allow his alignment to develop!!!!

more opportunities to build daeran's secret trust meter because I am panicking since he gave me the wands and not the ring in the donation to the crusades. I thought that party was done perfectly so I'm really wracking my brain here.

More Azata path content besides just aivu.

this is too big of an ask but another companion entirely. For a few reasons.

1) I feel like there's a huge lack of good aligned companions. It's literally just Seelah (LG), Ember (NG), and Sosiel (NG).

Neutral is Arue (CN) , Greybor (N), Woljif (CN), Nenio (N), Lann (LN).

Evil is Regil (LE), Daeran (NE), Wenduag (NE)

Camellia is [Undetected] (lol but we all know)

Where is my CG companion?? It just feels so weird so much of this campaign is evil npc heavy because like there's technically MORE evil companions if you go lich path and take on undead companions. I think there's maybe 9 total?? And you're supposedly out here ready to FIGHT HELL.

2) I feel like there's a lot of classes we lack in the options given. It would be nice to have a companion who covers something a little different: Alchemist, Arcanist, druid, Kineticist, skald/bard, magus, sorcerer.

I honestly regret not immediately respec'ing some of the companions. Like Lann should've moved out of monk more quickly. I love Seelah but the Paladin class is boring and she needs more verve. Sosiel I should've immediately pivoted into summoning more because he can't hold a candle to daeran as a cleric.

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kingsmedley · 1 year

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Muse / Hazuki Mikagi

Written by @pureposer

Batter Up!: Has taken to attacking people with a spiked bat.

Beware the Silly Ones

Bite of Affection

Blue-and-Orange Morality: It’s unclear what the moral compass he operates by is, or even if it exists at all, but it certainly isn't the same one used by humans.

Cute and Psycho

Combat Sadomasochist: Moans when getting punched and was turned on by getting shot.

Consuming Passion: After Neku shot him, Haz offered to let him eat him, and later fantasized about tasting his blood.

Dissonant Serenity: All the time. And he's Smiling. Despite what Seems like such a Horrifying Experience, he's Smiling.

Don’t Call Me “Sir”: Told Haruto to call him Haz, not “Composer.”

God Couple: With Joshua.

Hates Being Touched: Especially on the top of his head. He makes an exception for Joshua.

Hidden Depths: Hinted at on numerous occasions. However, even a Simple Glance at Hazuki's Face made it Clear that, Despite his Demeanor, he was Afraid. He had So much to Say About the Higher Plane. Has his Own Thoughts to it. Although Parted as if Starting to Say Something, nothing Came Out as his Bottom Lip Trembled, Brows Tied Together like a Baby Tree gets Tied Against a Pole.

Humans Through Angel Eyes: Thinks humans are irrational and silly.

Immortal Apathy

Innocently Insensitive: Doesn’t understand social norms and has no knowledge of what is and isn't appropriate to say. Taken Up To Eleven in that this also applies to the horrific violence he enacts.

Insistent Terminology: It’s Haz.

Interplay of Sex and Violence: Expresses affection through inflicting pain, with violence and consumption serving as a metaphor for sex and love when they aren't being applied literally.

Lack of Empathy: Played With. He often lacks empathy due to being an Angel that doesn’t understand human emotions, but feels a degree of concern and distress when those he cares about get hurt by someone other than him, or by him when he didn't do it on purpose.

Likes Older Men: Ironic, considering his relationship with Joshua, who is his age or younger.

Literal-Minded

Murder The Hypotenuse: Even though Hope wasn’t even a possible romantic rival, Hazuki still became jealous of her close relationship with Joshua and killed her. She got better.

Nightmare Fuel Station Attendant

No Social Skills: See Innocently Insensitive. He isn't able to properly communicate his thoughts or feelings, even when he is able to identify them, and comes across as robotic and detached. Combined with his unique thought process and moral compass, the actual meaning behind what he says often gets lost in translation.

Older Than They Look: Probably, although his exact age is unknown.

Our Angels Are Different

Psychopathic Manchild

Sadist “Please don’t get your hopes up too high - I like seeing Other Beings hurt. No matter who they are, and especially if I’m the one who hurt them.”

Self-Harm: He's addicted to it because he thinks it feels good.

Unfeeling Heavens

What Is This Feeling?: Often doesn't understand the emotions he's feeling due to not understanding emotions in general.

Will Not Tell A Lie

Yandere

#pureposer #to dust or to gold || ooc #running for the crown || my creations #self-harm tw #ehehe this was fun and i worked hard on it i hope you like it!! :)#this was the easiest one to put together because the tropes just kept falling into my lap even when i wasn't looking lmao #i might update as things go forward? we'll see!!!

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funky-sea-cryptid · 2 years

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chapter 3

i've had a red bull (gross), i have 3 hours until im watching pride and prejudice and zombies, lets do this thing

once again jo nesbo cuts from the action because ???

look, i like dramatic retellings as much as the next bitch this wouldn't be a problem if he didn't do it every chapter.

it's the next night apparently

anyways macbeth is relaying the story of how he and duff committed a literal massacre to a very enthralled (and very drunk) SWAT team

take a shot every time angus specifically says "jesus"

he says it a lot, actually, so disregard that unless you want to fucking die

angus is an edgy atheist which is why i think it's funny that he says "jesus" so much.

macbeth is retelling the events to his friends and then seyton shows up

seyton: did you really think duff would care about a bunch of dead bodies? macbeth: sir, this is a chilis.

once again duff portrayed as An Asshole. would be better if he was shown to improve, but alas. we can't have shit in this nameless town

okay another point to nesbo, i like the ping-ponging of the story between macbeth and duff telling it to different parties and both of them LYING

duff's like "hnggg does duncan like me" and duncan's like ":)"

lennox and caithness hiiiiiiii

take a shot every time duff is like "i gotta make linguistics an art" and discusses his word choices to himself

disregard that

cawdor mention hiiiiiiiii

me when i see people from the play: omg hiiiii <3

mention of The Stoke Massacre which does play an important part if you give a shit about this fucking book, which i dont

macbeth: we shot the bitch. but. it wasn't the bitch.

yeah sweno's still alive.

good for him tbh

duncan is COMING for duff's ass fr

it's kind of amusing because duff is such an irredeemable asshole in this book but it also makes me so upset because duff is - thats my boy, okay?

jo nesbo has NEVERRRRRRR engaged critically with this text fr

not to repeat my rant on how macduff is supposed to be a narrative foil and therefore morally superior to macbeth but

even if he wasnt the man has the straightest moral compass in the play. he's fully prepared to beat malcolm's ass and then go save scotland by himself because malcolm's like "i will be a bad king and fuck the entire country up" like the man is so good. how could you do this jo nesbo

duff calls duncan an "arrogant fool"? or is it sweno? unclear

duncan's worried about shit getting stolen out of siezed goods - THEN FIX THAT SHIT??? arent you in CHARGE?

real drinking game take a shot a woman is described as "looking less capable bc ulterior motives (sex) but shes capable tho!" . i do like the part where her whole face sparkles bc of a candle flame because i too like women

lennox is like "hmm today we're gonna casually discriminate against macbeth"

everyone's clowning on duff rn (for good reason though) augh jo nesbo what are you DOING to my BOY

banquo's like "macbethhhh stop lyingggg" and macbeth's like "what are you talking about aha"

LADY MACBETH HIIIIIIIIIIIIII

banquo HATES her thats misogyny actually

duff: i'm going to commit more crimes on duncan's dollar

her name is just. lady. just lady. what in god's name-

her name is GRUOCH

anyways macbeth is a total malewife i think thats cute

first mention of lorreal. oh boy.

LADY MACDUFF HIIIIIIIIIIII

me when women

she's doing her best rn

okay it's now revealed duff and macbeth are fucking lying bc duff shot the bitch wearing sweno's helmet without checking, so macbeth stabbed the other one to hide the evidence

"now i've paid my debt to you, duff." reoccurring motif here that duff and macbeth have Issues.

duff commits crimes and forces an interrogation in a hospital asmr

#nesbo macbeth (derogatory)

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lunaticus-platina · 2 years

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Another relationship rambling about Travis x my oc because why not. How they react to each other's and their own near death experience.

Now that I think about it. All BK does as he bleeds out would either be:

A. Jokes about current situation

B. Weakly, albeit jovially, humming and muttering 'Died in your arms tonight' by Cutting Crew

All the while Travis is working himself up to the state of hysteria as he's trying to keep him alive. He'll only turn serious after Travis finally loses his composure and shows distress. Even then he'll act all nonchalant like the entirety of the front of his shirt isn't soaking wet with his own blood. The bastard.

But if the table is turned? He'll literally fireman carry the man who's 6'0" and zoom through the forest like a jet. Break into whatever car he could find and break several traffic laws like a maniac he is, rush into the hospital carrying T over his shoulder, make up any bs excuses he needs to explain the situation, cover all the medical bills, and wouldn't fucking leave the hospital. He'd climb a tree near T's room just so he could see him through the window and keep watch during the night.

Bet Travis never had anyone looking out for him. It's always the other way around. Must be nice to be cared for for once. But he'll also be kinda awkward, having his personal loyal guard dog, who jokes around like he got a screw loose in his head but turns sharp as a razor at a moment's notice. Someone who regards him as their priority. I wonder how T will react to that. All the self-deprecation will fall on deaf ears, 'cuz Lumber will have none of that.

'I don't need you saving me!'

'If I don't care who will?'

'Nobody!'

'I AM nobody, Travis.'

BK knows how the self-isolation works. The imposter syndrome, feeling of inadequacy, letting others take you for granted, etc. And he lets T know that he can't push him away that easily, that he's a lot tougher than many people and lets it shown as plain as day.

We all know Trav got self-worth issue, and guilt kills him day by day, but Lumber won't give a fuck. Needs a company? He'll be there. Needs hands? Say no more. He'll come up with a sledge hammer slung over his shoulder, and slam it into Travis' walls like the Berlin wall collapsing. 'Ride or die' personification. T will have hard time wrapping his head around how on board Lumber is with most things he does, even though he himself knows some of his plans are downright stupid, and dangerous.

It makes him guilty, to which Lumber always remarks without a fail, 'I chose this.' He always chooses Travis, which leaves the man baffled. Even in the face of death BK would be his usual self, cracking jokes, being a cheeky ass, saying it got nothing to do with T, trying to make it easier for him.

Travis will point that out one day, about him being a hypocrite, about how he didn't let himself be at ease a single time while Travis recovered.

'I'm not the one with morals, sir. You are.'

'My moral compass has seen better days.'

'And it still works, good as new. You are a good man. No really, you are! Bad man doesn't care as much as you do. Doesn't suffer as much as you do for the sins he committed. You are a good man. Can't tell me otherwise.'

Lumber will tell him all about how his mere presence fuels his fire, the heat that keeps him determined. 'You won't pull me down even if you tried. You keep me strong. I could forget all the pain in the world by just being with you and you don't even know it.'

Travis gets and keeps his supportive boyfriend 'cuz I say so.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #travis x oc #oc code: lumber #ranting #fic ideas #fluff #just pure fluff #bit of a crack too #relationship dynamics #tw: near death #but it's just scenario #headcannon #relationship analysis

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shawnjacksonsbs · 2 years

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Free will, malign(?) or beneficial(?) It’s definitely your choice. 5-7-22

“We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.” —Sir Winston Churchill

Free will is a fickle thing now ain't it.

I mean for those of us that think being of service, even in the smallest way, is the way to a complete and content life.

If you're Christian or Muslim, or just about any religious affiliation, being of service in some fashion is recommended is it not?

And if you're Ike me, like atheist or even agnostic but with a truly loving heart and true north pointing moral compass then it's the same thing, right?

Doing for others is the true path to peace?

It's always been about giving, with some graceful receiving.

The whole "It's not all about me" is really a reflection of the world we want to see ourselves.

Doesn't that mean the ultimate giving that we can all share in is love, and the greatest way is to love everybody, even those we don't like?

Man, I fall short here a lot, but I'm trying to be a little bit better at this all the time.

But hey, at least I know where I'm aiming. That’s something.

The ability to act at one's own discretion . . .that's free will. The coolest part of free will is knowing it's 100% up to me and still choosing the next right thing.

Maybe not always but so god damn close to always that it’s hard for me to see a definitive line that’s crossed.

Feeling what's the right thing gets less and less blurry with every decision we make.

The further from the old life I get, and the further into this side I place myself, the harder it is to sleep at night knowing I chose to do something other than the right thing, especially when dealing with others.

No current examples come to mind, not that there haven't been any, but just having to forcibly recall "not right things" speaks volumes.

Man, I truly have come so far.

Doing better is the end game though. So . . .onward we go right with love, peace, and gratitude at the front and love, compassion, and kindness keeping up the flank. We will win this war.

Everything happens the way it’s supposed to, and I don't believe it's to end badly.

Short and pointed, but as long as you got the point then my work is done.

Be kind as always as you can, civil when and where you can't, and for fucks sake, speak your gratitude out loud if you ever want to see it pay the dividends I've talked about.

And, and continue to share your love and laughter with the whole wide world. We need to see it so badly!

I don’t do this often . . ./often enough, but . . .

Dedicated to the loving memory of . . .family. Family I wish I had gotten more time to know.

Even good people die young and too soon, and keep my cousin and her kids in your heart, and in your thoughts, as they struggle with the loss of love and a life. She lost her other half and they lost their father.

Rest in Peace R.D.

Until next week;

“There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance

A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance

A planet of playthings, we dance on the strings of powers we cannot perceive

The stars aren't aligned or the Gods are malign, blame is better to give than receive

. . . .

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand

The cards were stacked against them they weren't born in Lotus Land

All preordained, a prisoner in chains, a victim of venomous fate

Kicked in the face, you can pray for a place, in heaven's unearthly estate

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice

If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill

I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose Freewill

Each of us, a cell of awareness, imperfect and incomplete

Genetic blends with uncertain ends on a fortune hunt that's far too fleet" - Free Will by Rush

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Imagine...

Being a demon turned by mistake, so you don’t have the pull to obey Muzan or understand the power dynamics. You just exist like this, and it made you sad to know your entire lineage has died of old age or whatnot. You survive by hunting down animals. Then there’s a knock on your wooden cabin, and Rengoku comes inside asking to stay inside but finds the place empty even though it’s well-lived in. You come back to your house by nightfall and see some light coming from it. You sigh tiredly. Perhaps it’s another drunkard looking to crash. You enter your cabin and find yourself at the pointy end of a sword. You gulp nervously, and once you look up to see him, a hashira, you drop down to your knees.

“I’m sorry, sir, this is my cabin; please make yourself comfortable. I’m at your service.”

Rengoku’s face faltered, and he raised a brow in confusion. He was certain you smelled like a demon, but you weren’t attacking him, and this was your cabin?

“My apologies, I simply was startled. I shall leave early in the morning.”

You stood. “Would you like me to make you something to eat?”

He chuckled and gave you a close-eye smile. “Please, if it isn’t too much trouble.”

Your eyes lighted with Joy like a child having permission to go outside and play.

“Wait here, please, I’ll return” you walked deeper into the cabin and he stiffened and his hands itched to reach his katana out of instinct, but you didn’t seem to notice as you passed him by gingerly and reached a bow and quiver.

His senses were confused, and his moral compass was going haywire. In his mind, he imagined you bringing a human for him to eat, and as you went outside with your bow and arrows, his hold on his katana tightened. But there was nothing in his gut telling him you were a threat, so against his better judgment, he sat calmly by the lit fire and waited.

Two hours had passed when you returned with a couple of rabbits, and after half an hour, you had cooked a fantastic stew. Every time you served him another bowl the man would just scream his delight.

“This is delicious! Another” you were truly amazed at how much he could eat without bursting, but you obeyed him, being unable to enjoy it yourself. Knowing it would be washed on you.

After he finished the entire pot of stew. You showed him to your tatami mat and brought him extra blankets.

“It’s rather cold here at night” you placed the folded blankets on the side of the mat and bowed, going to leave the small room.

“Where will you sleep, miss?” You eyed the sword lying close to the mat and swallowed audibly.

“Don’t worry about me, sir; I don’t sleep much,” you replied with a close eye smile and closed the shoji screen door behind you as you left.

After that night, Rengoku would pass by the place looking to meet with you every time.

“I brought bento!” He would offer you a box.

“Oh uh, I-I can’t eat it. I’m sorry, please, you have it” his eyes look down to your bow and the quiver of arrows on your back.

“Please be safe. Come back soon.”

The warnings made your heart warm, and a giddiness would invade your whole body. He would always tell you to catch the biggest one so you can stay healthy.

Then Rengoku keeps coming after missions, all bloody and beaten, asking you to help him. You would receive him with wide eyes and immediately turn around, body trembling and shaking hard as your senses told you to attack. But he placed his hand on your shoulder, and like water slowly coming down your head, the feral feeling fleeted away.

It was a test, obviously. If you had attacked, you were confident he would’ve killed you on the spot, never mind all the nights you both had spent together.

He had even stopped going to the butterfly estate to get fixed up. The fire hashira preferred your delicate yet callous hands to the nimble fingers of the girls at the estate. He would much rather have your cold skin yet warm eyes look at him with kindness than the warmth of the inns he would usually stay at. His fiery eyes would watch you cook him meals your grandmother and mother had taught you before age took their lives.

“My mother taught me, and her mother taught her,” You would tell him as you serve him the rice and more stew in the side “I used to love it. It was my favorite dish.”

“Then I will treasure it just as much!”

Rengoku saw how you mourned the sun and the daylight, unable to witness neither anymore. But in his mind, the moonlight suited you better. The way you would sit on the roof of the cabin and wat h the stars as you waited for him to show up, was an image he engraved in his mind.

“(Y/N)-San!” You would perk up and watch the hashira standing near the cabin, hands on his hips like a reprimanding father. “Come down! I have something for you.”

A kimono. Beautiful and silky. He had bought it right after he finished a mission. For a while, he wanted to begin courting you, but nothing seemed right for someone who had lived for so long. Rengoku was walking among the stalls when the fabric caught his eye. It was all kinds of blue as if the morning was still transitioning between the night. There was the moon and the stars, and as you look more, it would change to the sun and the clouds. He was sure that the moment you wore it, the transition would be more visible as you walked.

Your finger brushed the delicate designs, eyes almost watering at the fact that someone got you a gift.

“Rengoku-San,” your voice broke, “it’s been so long since I received such a gift.”

You gave him a closed eye smile, and his heart skipped a beat at the beauty of it. You were so beautiful, inside and out, demon and all.

From then on, every time he went on a mission, he would get you something, and each time, you would revere the object like it was the first time he had gifted something to you.

Then one night, he returned with a different kind of gift.

“My dear firefly, would you make me the happiest man” he was kneeling in front of you, grabbing your hand in his.

“I-I” you kneeled with him, and he was confused but still smiled. “I will never grow old, never wither; my life will continue even when you’re no longer by my side,” By the end, you were crying, “please don’t do this to me. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you like I’ve lost everyone else.”

“I know,” he replied. His eyes looked at your joined hands, and he brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.

“That’s why I will treasure every moment I’m with you for as long as I live. We will find a cure, and you will be able to come out of the shadows, my beloved” he wiped your tears, his hand lingering and softly caressing your cheek.

You nodded, and he was ecstatic. He screamed much to your chagrin.

Rengoku fixed the leaky roof and the squeaky floorboards. After that, he started moving some of his things into your cabin. He planted a small garden for you, one you tended to every night to pass the time, and when they bared fruit and vegetables, you would cook for him. He knew no one would approve of your relationship, which is why you both married in secret, far away from the prying eyes of many.

The two of you made the cabin a true home, and when it was all done, he decided to bring Seojuro to meet you. His little brother was a bit scared, but all his fears melted away upon meeting you. The two of you became good friends.

And on the nights were you began to doubt if this marriage would even last, Rengoku would grab your waist and tenderly hold you close to his heart. Your head resting on his chest while his head nuzzled the side of your head. He would slowly sway the two of you, the screen door to the outside open, letting the moonlight in and combine with the lit fire from inside.

“There’s nothing to fear, my beloved wife. We will find a cure. Where would you like to go first once we do?”

He always knew how to take your mind off of things.

Then the Mugen train mission reached him, and he jumped at the opportunity to save people. That night before his mission, he spent it with you, wrapped around each other, mumbling and muttering about the future in hushed voices like lovers sharing a secret. He was as boisterous and passionate in bed as he was in front of others.

“Please be safe,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“My adorable little wife worries,” Rengoku hugged you close and tight as if it were the last time he would see you. He muttered his vows in your ear, and you flushed at his promise of what was to come once he returned. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll return”

You waited several days until they turned into a week. Sure, you were used to being alone, but Rengoku gave your life new meaning. Then the crow came cawing and flapping his wings outside your cabin. He perched himself on the balcony as you washed some dishes, and he told you the news.

The plate you had been washing was crushed in your hand. Splinters embedded into your skin and flesh as the crow left. Tears fell as you took in air, and a wail left your lips. Your wounds healed, and you sobbed and sobbed, kicking the bucket with the soapy water as it scattered out into the sun beyond your reach. That night, a single candle was lighted in front of a portrait of the two of you, drawn by someone from the market. There were no animal sounds in the forest; you had annihilated every little critter that moved and consumed them with equal rage and greed.

After his death, you were left heartbroken with the raging promise you’d kill the demon for what he’s done. But you knew it was pitiful at most, you were a weak demon, and Kyojuro wouldn’t want you to live bitterly for all eternity. So you breathed and welcomed his little brother with open arms every time he came by for tea and food.

Seojuro would tell you how their father was in better spirits and felt calmer as the months passed. He would also wipe your tears whenever you remember Rengoku.

As Seojuro left you before sunset, you waited for the night to hunt down your dinner. Your life has mostly gone back to what it was, except you kept taking care of the house and the garden, and that candle was always changed and lit.

At nightfall, you readied your bow and made sure you had enough arrows; you opened the shoji screen door that looked towards what you considered the backyard of the house. Looking at the picture of your husband, you gave him a smile and made your way out of the house.

“Ooh, so this is the scent that was clinging to his body like a second skin. Interesting,” a confident voice playfully called out.

The voice sent a chill up your spine, and you felt the environment change in a manner of seconds. The forest felt intruded upon. You couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, but you readied an arrow.

With a loud thud, someone landed behind you.

“Kyojuro certainly knew how to pick them. Pity, he was stubborn and not strong enough to endure his fate” the demon dashed towards you with speed surpassing even yours and grabbed your throat.

He cocked his head to the side. “Huh? You’re not even strong. Are you really a demon? Pathetic. Tell me, kitten, how many humans have you eaten?”

Offended and enraged at the mention of your husband’s name, you pried his hand away from your throat, ripping it off in the process and pushing him away. He was not impressed, but at least you weren’t completely defenseless.

“I don’t eat humans. Leave these woods and never come back” you ran to him but only kicked the spot where he used to be.

In turn, he kicked your chest and sent you flying away.

“You don’t eat humans? How are you even alive? No wonder you’re so weak.” Your claws grew, veins covered all of your body, and you slashed at him, but he dodged all of your attacks. “At this rate, this fight will just be boring.”

He sighed, and as you came at him, he dodged but elbowed you on the back with an insurmountable amount of strength that made the ground crack where you landed.

Black blood dripped from your lips as your healing took more time to get you up.

“Mmm, I suppose to the victor goes the spoils” your skin crawled, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move “after all, he did put up an amazing fight, but in the end, it was not meant to be” Akaza crouched beside your body brushing your hair away from your face and smugly smirking down at you.

“Don’t worry, lamb, I’ll be sure to take good care of you.”

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