#Sobek rants
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sobeksewerrat · 11 months ago
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I will never not hate the way the Hazbin fandom treats Alastor's sexuality.
It's always either straight-up aspecphobia or plain ignorance.
This isn't about shipping him btw. Just the way the fandom treats the fact that he's AroAce as nothing or just erases it entirely.
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teecupangel · 3 months ago
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I am so sorry, I just now realized I sent my rant to you via an ask, I don't know if that is the correct way or if a dm would have been more appropriate. I don't know if I even made a whole lot of sense in the last 'ask' but I hope you will understand what I mean.
So that this one will be a ask/request, I wanted to ask you if you have still the ideas for the HZD AltDes Au? I scrolled through your notes ideas post and that one immediately catched my eyes. Like I can kind of imagine that either one would have a similar plot like Aloy? Maybe someone who worked either alongside Elisabeth Sobeck or would replace her(and therefore Aloy) and then it could follow a similar route like base HZD and Forbidden west. Maybe Desmond would be the genetical clone to the scientist working alongside Elisabeth like Aloy is to her but instead of just having the genetic necessary code he would retain the memory's or regain them to fight the rogue AI (I don't know the name anymore, I really have to play the games again, love them). If Desmond/Altaïr would replace Aloy or have similar plot like her, maybe the other one could either be like a childhood friend/stepbrother like in your fic Old Mentor or another 'clone' (with the explanation why there are two clones, so that it is guaranteed that at least one will see the light of day and potentially save the world from further destruction with the right genetic code (Hehe)). OR to connect it to the AC universe (and I kind of just got the idea from your Old Mentor fic) like, Desmond survives the solar flare, Altaïr is for whatever reason with him in the 21th century, helps him survive the eye etc. From some Isu crap or whatever they have a like a vision or something from the future (HZD, more like the war with the machines who absorb biomatter), they work on it to not really prevent it but like ensure that humanity will live through the catasrophe and put their DNA like Elisabeth Sobeck into the project for the future.
I just scrolled up and realized I might have just grabbed the plot bunny and ran like a mad man, ups
Nah, you’re good. I like reading rants hahahaha
I can’t find the HZD AltDes AU idea post so I’m not sure what I’ve already written and what I didn’t include in the post itself sooooo…
Let’s just make this a separate idea where AltDes happens during HZD lollol.
We’ll borrow a bit from my HFW x AC crossover oneshot Falconry for this one.
In this one, Altaïr would be Aloy’s twin although they look nothing alike. The real reason for this is that they were both born at the same time with Aloy being born from Sobek’s DNA but Altaïr is a bit of an anomaly.
The plan had been for Desmond to be cloned using Sample 17 but Sobek only had a small sample of an already small sample.
Not to mention, due to Ted Faro’s actions, the sample wasn’t in its best state but it did manage to create an imperfect clone unlike Aloy.
The two of them were raised together and Aloy acts more like an older sister to Altaïr who preferred to be quiet and seemed to see things that others cannot see.
Many things he’s weird and Aloy always try to beat them up because of this.
Aloy is pretty good with figuring how machines work while Altaïr likes to make new things based on the scraps and metal they get.
They were a constant headache to Rost, that was for sure.
The thing about Altaïr is… he has a friend.
A friend that only he could see.
Someone who grows with him and talks to him and play with him whenever Aloy was busy or Rost wasn’t looking.
The boy’s name is ‘Desmond Miles’.
Desmond thinks he’s a ghost. A person who had died and was now haunting Altaïr.
And he knows a lot of things. Not the machines but the much older tech.
Desmond likes to say that they were living in a distant future after humanity probably ‘fucked up so badly’.
It took years for Altaïr to understand everything that Desmond was saying.
To Desmond, his life ended when the world was just ‘starting’ to bring what he liked to call ‘sci-fi-esque’ technology to life.
The machines they hunt are part of that sci-fi-esque future that Desmond never saw.
But the really older artifacts that Desmond liked to call ‘technology’, those he knows or can guess what they do.
He’s ramblings are what give Altaïr an idea of how he can make new inventions using those parts.
At the very least, the parts that Rost didn’t take away because he didn’t want them messing with machines and stuff.
Altaïr knows that Desmond knows more than he’s letting on but it was fine if Desmond doesn’t want to share them yet.
Sooner or later, he will.
That was the kind of person Desmond was, after all.
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Yes, in this one, Desmond is the ‘Bleed’ XD
To be more exact, because of the botched cloning, Altaïr is like Aloy, his own person who shared the DNA of their source (Sobek/Sample 17)
Unfortunately, because of both Sample 17’s current state when it was used and the genetic makeup of Desmond himself, Altaïr gets a ‘genetic ghost’ for the ride.
Desmond remembers everything. He does think that Altaïr is not really Altaïr but a person who just coincidentally got Altaïr’s name. He acts as a friend and companion to Altaïr growing up and he does see Aloy as a younger sister.
Which is funny because Aloy thinks she’s older than Altaïr and Altaïr never tried to complain about that and went along with it.
HZD and HFW plot go along with Altaïr for the ride as Aloy’s tagalong brother. Aloy gets a lot of sweet tools and weapons because the two of them together… well… Desmond is just glad they don’t have the drive and time to try and figure out how to make nuclear weapons
Altaïr (and Desmond) learned the truth behind his birth at the same time as Aloy and it doesn’t change the fact that Aloy sees Altaïr as her brother and Altaïr sees her as his sister.
(Rost lives because I say so)
Towards the start of HFW, Altaïr (with GAIA’s help) managed to create a small eagle machine that can show Desmond as a hologram by staying connected to Altaïr’s focus so Aloy and the others can finally see him. Before that, towards the end of HZD, they can hear Desmond if they connect with Altaïr’s focus with their own focus
Now the twist of HFW connected to Beta and Far Zenith also happens but this is where we get a few more plot points from Falconry
Far Zenith has a puppet by the name of Seventeen
And after GAIA talked to Beta, she believed she can use Seventeen to give Desmond his own body
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marlenemaurier · 1 month ago
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Imagine....
SORE ITU, kamu memilih duduk bersamaku di halte yang jarang dijamah oleh mereka yang lebih memilih taksi online. Halte lusuh yang penuh coretan-coretan vandalisme berdampingan dengan tempat jualan kopi starling pinggir jalan. Kamu memang pecinta sejati kopi, kali ini kupaksa memeluk sesuatu yang asing: segelas cokelat panas yang mengepul.
Dulce como un susurro, el amor se desangra entre las sombras de la ciudad
Hujan menderu bak mencambuk aspal dengan amarahnya. Cipratan air dari mobil-mobil sedan yang terlihat terburu-buru hingga para pengemudi motor pun mengumpat menyumpah serapah dengan jas hujan warna mentereng yang sobek di beberapa sisinya. Kubangan air pun bercerita lewat ranting-ranting patah. Lampu sein menyilaukan juga bau tanah basah berpadu dengan aroma oli yang tercecer.
Chaos.
Ah ini pasca chaos kurasa. Beberapa jam lalu, sudut kota itu mendidih. Memaksa anak-anak sekolah berhamburan bak lebah terusir dari sarangnya. Sampah menumpuk di seberang jalan (monumen diam-diam kemunduran peradaban), mencicit di sisi bangunan bank megah yang dingin dan tak berperasaan.
Kumpulan ibu-ibu berpakaian dinas krem dengan warna alas bedak yang berkhianat pada warna kulit aslinya, mereka bercengkrama sambil mengeluh matahari yang tak kenal ampun. Beberapa anak yang menunduk melihat gawai masing-masing yang mungkin menunggu jemputan. Sopir angkutan umum yang mengusap peluhnya dengan handuk kumal menunggu penumpang naik dengan sabar sambil menyetel musik koplo menggelegar.
Un momento efímero, capturado entre respiros y silencios.
Tas belanjamu basah kuyup. Lengan kemeja krem yang kamu gulung tak beraturan, juga peluh keringatmu menetes deras. Anehnya, aku sedikit gemetar kedinginan karena perubahan suhu, sementara kamu seolah terbakar. Aku melihat kegelisahan dalam matamu — sebuah misteri yang menunggu untuk dibongkar. Kucing kesayanganmu di klinik? Ataukah ada rahasia lain yang menggerogoti pikiranmu? aku mulai berspekulasi.
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divergensi · 10 months ago
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ULASAN: SEMUA IKAN DI LANGIT
Kalian pernah nggak baca buku yang penceritanya adalah benda mati? Nah, di buku ini naratornya adalah sebuah BUS DAMRI! Kataku sih... kalau kalian pengen lebih mengerti akan cinta Tuhan, kurasa kalian harus baca buku ini!
Covernya cantik banget. Memang... aku suka art kak Ziggy, semua cover bukunya juga aku suka! Tapi Semua Ikan di Langit tuh >>> CANTIK DAN AKU NAKSIR PUOL! Kayak... hih cantik banget kenapa sih?
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Buku ini isinya keajaiban, saking ajaibnya kamu bakal hah heh hah hoh dulu di bab awal. Meskipun begitu, jangan menyerah anak muda kobarkan semangat di dadamu! Kujamin kamu nggak akan menyesal telah membacanya bgtu sampai di halaman terakhir (kuusahakan thread-nya nggak panjang). Bercerita tentang Bus Damri tua yang tiba-tiba berpindah trayek dari Dipatiukur-Leuwipanjang menjadi luar angkasa-dunia melalui dimensi ruang dan waktu setelah diculik oleh ikan julung-julung terbang atas keinginan seorang anak kecil yang Bus Damri sebut sebagai "Beliau." Beliau mulutnya nggak pernah terbuka dan kakinya selalu melayang—padahal cara Bus Damri mendengar adalah melalui lantainya; sebenarnya dari sini udah kelihatan seperti penggambaran hubungan Tuhan dan ciptaanNya bukan? Rasanya hanya Tuhan yang tahu pikiran kita sedangkan kita gak. karena bagaimanapun aku nggak bisa bayangin Tuhan sebagai anak kecil yang lucu tapi aku yakin kamu ngerti maksud aku?!). Ada banyak hal magis yang akan pembaca temui! Seperti, melihat Beliau menjahit, melukis, menciptakan bermacam-macam hal, menghukum orang-orang jahat, menjahit hati yang sobek, serta membawa keajaiban bagi yang membutuhkan. Ceritanya heart-warming, banyak ilustrasinya, dan bikin pembaca ingin terus menerus membaca hingga akhir karena menurutku rasa sayang si Bus Damri terhadap Beliau terefleksikan ke kita, pembaca; SENSASI ITU MULAI KURASAKAN DI BAB 3! Kutipan kesukaanku adalah kata-kata Chinar si pohon jiwa dari halaman 105: "Di seluruh dunia, tak ada yang lebih menyayangi semua makhluk dan semua benda lebih tulus dan tanpa batas daripada Beliau. api makhluk-makhluk itu terlalu memikirkan cara menunjukkannya daripada memikirkan bahwa betapa yang Beliau inginkan hanyalah mereka untuk juga mencintainya sama tulus dan sama tanpa batasnya; setidaknya sejauh kemampuan mereka bisa melakukannya..." AH, BELIAU YANG BAIK.
YANG BELUM BACA BUKUNYA, STOP SAMPAI DI SINI KARENA AKU MAU NGOCEH DAN TENTUNYA BERISIKAN SPOILER. BAGI YANG SUDAH BACA BUKUNYA, BOLEH BANGET KITA DISKUSI HEHE.
Menurutku Bus Damri ini representasi dari Bumi, soalnya warnanya biru dan gendut, selain itu dia selalu rendah diri karena merasa dirinya benda mati, air dan tanah 'kan benda mati? Dan saat dia hancur, kepingannya membuat kerusakan sana-sini, dajjal koid; kiamat ga sih namanya? Terus menurutku lagi... Perihal kisah nabi, dalam bab Ikan Berapi itu ceritain kisah Nabi Ibrahim yang dibakar hidup-hidup, petualangan Beliau dan ikan paus itu dari kisah nabi Yunus. Kisah Ikan Yang Mengetuk Pintu itu kayaknya kisah nabi Luth soalnya nama kotanya Kota Datar (yang mana dalam kisah nabi Luth kotanya diratakan), tapi masalahnya beda sih... Buntelan yang membungkus bayi angkasa di ranting Chinar itu lauhulmahfuz (aku nggak tahu sebutannya di agama lain apa, ini catatan takdir dan kejadian yang terjadi di alam semesta btw). Tokoh Anak Jahanam adalah Dajjal soalnya matanya picek dan tokoh Pria Membingungkan kuasumsikan sebagai ayahnya si Anak Jahanam karena Anak Jahanam keluar dari asap rokoknya, tapi kok kayaknya Pria Membingungkan terlalu baik? Jadi dia siapa ya? Mongomong terima kasih udah baca!
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lexstellaris · 2 years ago
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Daily Draw - 17/5/23 - Sacred Rebels Oracle (Alana Fairchild)
13 - Power of Attraction
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Is this the part where I go on a long rant about how much I hate the whole 'law of attraction' bullshit? no? okay then lol. /hj
also my phone is just. Not in the mood to upload anything. and the tumblr app will let me do everything except post so. Getting this one up has been. A Time lol.
That said, this card isn't actually about law of attraction stuff, which is a relief. On the other hand, not jiving with the hetero fertility imagery on the card here tho frfr. Like, I get what they're going for here, with the birthing of new ideas and letting the fertility flow from me in whatever way that manifests, but tbh, this is why I actually Dislike Intensely associating fertility with creativity. It bugs me so much.
I had this issue with the ADF Dedicant's program, where we had to write/reflect on each of the nine noble virtues, and I just wanted to rant about fertility bc like. Try as you like to associate it with other things, it still has all that baby-making baggage that you just can't easily shift.
I know much of this is a Me problem, in terms of just hitting roadblocks with stuff like this. Especially when it comes to Sobek and Hekate, and my brain doing its absolute best/worst to decouple that from Wiccish God/Goddess dynamics. Just bc I have a god and a goddess as my primary deities doesn't mean They have that Wiccan dynamic of a couple.
(...........................I MEAN. THEY KINDA DO IN A 'SOBEK-WESIR/ASET-RENENUTET-HEKATE SQUISHY KIND OF WAY. BUT I DON'T WORK WITH THEM IN THOSE FORMS.)
But, like, I just don't know how to work around those things. As someone who is a) queer, b) not interested in babies, c) not Wiccan nor d) interested in a God/Goddess couple, it's a struggle to work around it. To let it go and not simply just see that hetero baggage all the time. I wish I couldn't. I wish I could see beyond it. But when it comes to anything to do with fertility as a concept or as a value, it's just super difficult.
And for the God/Goddess thing, it's like. I feel like I'm actually rare in having a God/Goddess pair who aren't a couple, nor do I ever see them that way. They have their own queerness, but my head can be stubborn, and this is one of those things I struggle to unlearn.
...None of this is necessarily related to the card, but fertility is just one of those trigger words for me that just sets me on edge like this.
Anyway. I got work tomorrow so I'm going to not rant about this for the next twenty minutes and leave this here. Maybe I'll revisit some of this later idk.
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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years ago
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Gods’ Children AU
OOPS IT’S ANOTHER AU. Lol will I ever stop thinking of these? Probably not. 
So yeah, once again, I in my infinite sappy dorkiness have come up with yet another KISSteria AU. I’m only a little sorry if this is incredibly stupid, but I thought it was a good idea, so I decided to write it out. Shout out to @cosmicrealmofkissteria for letting me ramble to her about this AU idea a couple weeks ago :) Hope you guys enjoy this!
So in this AU:
The Gods of Sphynxia’s pantheon are all regular old mortal humans. They’re just humans, that exist on Earth, and do human stuff.
The Patron Gods of the Warrior Troupe, however, are their parents. 
What does this look like, you ask? WELL... 
SET AND SEKHMET
Set and Sekhmet have the kind of relationship where everyone’s lost as to how Sekhmet puts up with him.
They bicker like, a lot.
But that’s just how they work. There’s no malice in their bickering, and they would rather hurt themselves than even dream of hurting each other. And if it ever does turn into a full-blown fight, they’re able to work it out eventually (it definitely involves angry sex).
Also Sekhmet doesn’t put up with Set’s shit, because she’s kind of a badass.
Set owns a biker joint, and used to be a biker himself, but left his gang after he opened his bar. He was known as the gang’s resident hothead with a “temper of chaos”.
Sekhmet is a kickboxing instructor that used to be a full-time prizefighter. She doesn’t anymore, however.
Bomani is their adopted son; his parents were murdered when he was very young. Set and Sekhmet were their next-door neighbors in the apartment building they lived in, and offered to take him in afterwards.
Well, I say offered; it was more like they fought like hell to make it happen because they were both VERY aware of what the foster system is like, and Bomani was so young and for crying out loud hE JUST LOST HIS PARENTS.
The murderer is, thankfully, in prison. For a while he received letters from both Set and Sekhmet that… let’s just say if the murderer got killed while in prison, the letters would lead to Set and Sekhmet being potential suspects.
Sekhmet and Bomani are the only people you’ll ever see Set be soft around. Everyone else gets his “I have no feelings dumbfuck” side. But it doesn’t change the fact that he would take a bullet for either of them. 
SOBEK AND THOTH
Sobek and Thoth are awkward soft gays that are a beautiful blend of jock and intellectual.
They actually knew each other in high school, and funnily enough had crushes on each other. They ran into each other years later, realized their old feelings were still there, and started dating… and years later they got married.
They like… almost never fight. Sure, they debate, and when they’re tired they’re a little snippy, but they almost never argue. And when they do, they talk it out and have sweet make-up sex afterwards.
Sobek is a professional swimmer and is seriously dedicated to it. The amount of trophies and medals he has is certainly proof of that. Maybe he’s not the quickest-thinking person, but give him time and he can come to a solution for a problem eventually.
Thoth owns a bookstore that has a pretty respectable vintage collection. He’s probably the definition of academia. He’s very smart, has a career as a bookbinder and loves to read, and can quote word for word the beginning paragraph of Pride and Prejudice and the entirety of The Tell-Tale Heart. He’s a skinny, glasses-wearing guy who has really nice handwriting, and loves his husband and son.
(And no, he totally doesn’t stare shamelessly at Sobek when he’s not wearing a shirt… just kidding he totally does)
Dalila is their son, born from a surrogacy, that again, both of them would take a bullet for. They both love to smugly boast about him taking after them; he’s a really good swimmer, and he loves to read.
One of their biggest “proud dads” moments was when Dalila got sent to the office by his first-grade teacher after he kept speaking out in class… by protesting that Christopher Columbus didn’t actually discover America and his voyage led to Indians becoming slaves. (The teacher, of course, neglected to mention that part) 
PTAH AND KHONSU
Ptah and Khonsu are long-term boyfriends that banter with but will raise hell for each other and for Masika.
Like with Set and Sekhmet, they banter, a hell of a lot, but there’s never any malice in there.
What’s funny is, whenever they do argue, usually it’s about a little ridiculous thing. And there will without fail be a point where they stop, take a step back, think about what they’re doing… and crack up laughing.
Ptah is an architect, and he does a very good job; his architectural firm has gained a lot more clients thanks to him. He also likes to build things himself.
Khonsu is an ethologist with a specialty in nocturnal animals. He is very passionate about his job; he will literally go on rants about how intelligent bats actually are and how people zombify them simply because of their connection in fiction to vampires. One time it actually led to him calling someone out on their evident racism, and to Ptah dragging him out of the room before he got into a fistfight.
Masika is actually Ptah’s godson. Though a series of unfortunate and very messy events for all involved, Masika was transferred into Ptah’s custody, and he and Khonsu now co-parent him.
Officially it’s co-parenting; but Masika’s considered them his actual parents for years now.
Masika has a troublemaking streak, and likes to pull admittedly-impressive pranks on people. Ptah blames Khonsu as an enabler, and Khonsu doesn’t protest that because he knows it’s true.
Not that Ptah can say anything—he loves Masika.
Their snark definitely rubbed off on Masika; there’s been many a time where he’s come home with a note from his teacher for being “disrespectful”.
But as mentioned before, even though he’s a snarky, wild little shit, both Ptah and Khonsu would raise hell for him. 
ISIS AND HORUS
Isis and Horus are… pretty much couple goals. They’re a dynamic duo. They’re so in sync with each other. They just… work.
Basically they’re the relationship everyone wishes they had, and that some people are skeptical of its existence.
Isis is a therapist, and has a big clientele because of how good of a therapist she is.
Horus is an ornithologist—or as Sobek calls him, a bird nerd. In fairness, he really loves to study birds. His office is filled with statues of different birds, posters of bird anatomy, the works.
They adopted Vinneketh as their son when he was a little boy. Vinneketh was literally dropped off at an orphanage by his parents, who never explained why and instead just left him there. This, as a result, left him with deep abandonment issues.
And his biological parents better hope they never run into Isis and Horus, because these two are prepared to fight them over this.
A memory that still breaks their hearts to think about is from about a month after they adopted Vinneketh. He decided he was going to wash the dishes for his new parents, and while doing so accidentally dropped and broke a plate. He instantly burst into tears, desperately apologizing and begging them to not send him away.
It’s still a long and winding road, and has involved a lot of therapy and gentle reassurance, but Vinneketh is doing much better.
Also, in the future: Bastet and Hathor are the lesbian power couple that declare themselves Ayesha’s moms, since she already has two dads. Vinneketh and Demon know better than to argue against that. Ayesha’s just stoked to have two moms alongside her two dads. 
In summation: all these couples would all take a bullet and/or raise hell for their sons. So even though they may not be their biological parents, they’re incredibly capable of loving them just as much as a parent should.
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foxydivaxx · 6 years ago
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Osiris Chapter 1
That poll with Rami Malek inspired me to write this fic because lets be honest, DC has not done Osiris, the Black Adam Family or majority of their Middle Eastern characters justice. Osiris for instance was badly written and turned into Superboy Prime junior in the pre-New 52 timeline and in New 52, he was killed off in his only appearance. Like da fuck DC?! That character had so much potential. Not just him, a lot of the Titans then had a lot of potential but you screwed these kids up. The storyline that was established for him in Brightest Day was a very interesting one and  would have been more awesome if the Black Adam family actually had their own comic series. Look at what Marvel has done with Kamala Khan. Imagine what would have happened if either Osiris or anyone of the other kids got that opportunity. Anyways enough ranting and onto the fic itself. Rami Malek is Osiris’ FC here. This chapter is just an intro (or reintroduction to those that are familiar with him) to the character.
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“I wanted to save the world.”
That is the answer I always give to people whenever they ask me to explain my motives or why I chose to be a hero in the first place.
There are times when I question my worth or my sanity because I have been through quite a lot of hell. Like if one were to ask me to define a tragic hero, I would point at myself.
For starters, my early childhood in Egypt was not blissful. You are staring at a boy who got constantly bullied as a kid because I looked different. Compared to other kids then, my skintone was slightly darker than normal Egyptian standards. Secondly, my eyes are huge, very owl-like that kids then cruelly nicknamed me ‘Bug Eyes.’
I would often go cry in a corner afterwards because besides the name calling, I had to endure days of severe beatings at the hands of those bullies. Making matters worse was my birth father whose name I would rather not mention. Why you might ask? Well thing is......he was an abusive asshole.
He would beat my mum, my older sister Adrianna and myself up a lot. Things got so bad that I ran away from home, never to be seen nor heard from again. Life on the streets was hard as the little money I got from mum was not enough, forcing me to fend for myself via pickpocketing and other means.
Then one day, everything changed. A crime syndicate known as Intergang captured me and took me to one of their concentration camps. 
As fate would have it, my beloved sister Adrianna was amongst the captured. My parents’ absence there was enough to tell me what had become of them. Unfortunately we had no time to grieve becuase the Intergang bastards dragged us away and began to drug and torture us. 
Adrianna was whisked away to be given to Black Adam whilst I remained with those bastards. Somehow, I was able to resist their mind control. Might be strong will power or possibly their methods were not working. Unfortunately for me, I got the beating of my life as those bastards clubbed me almost to death. I remember the pain, the blood, the tears, the anger I felt as nerve by nerve I was struck down till my legs were rendered numb.
Thankfully, Adrianna now the superheroine Isis and her husband Black Adam showed up just before death snatched me away. Isis tried to heal me but to no avail because the damage dealt to me was that severe. Adam was kind enough to give me a dose of his power as he felt that that was the only way to save me.  Unfortunately he was right because whenever I revert  back to my normal form, I am completely paralyzed from the ground up.
Anyway, thanks to that, myself, Adam and Isis formed a superhero team and family and I officially became the hero known as Osiris. Why Adrianna named me this is beyond me though. I was expecting something like Horus xD.
Anyways, we became a team and went around doing as much good deeds as we could. Heck I even joined the Team at one point even though most of them do not remember my name and often call me Black Adam Junior. Talk about insulting.
Yeah I did kill someone to protect Adrianna but that was a honest mistake. I did not realize that using my powers that way would harm someone like that. Plus I was still new to the superhero game anyway.
I left the Titans for a brief period after Wonder Girl asked me to hand myself over to the authorities for killing Persuader. I beat the shit out of her and called her out on her own hypocrisy on the spot because this girl also mistakenly killed someone in self defense of her mother years ago and yet, she has the guts to call me out on that? 
Still the girl later apologised for this and I forgave and rejoined the Team. Still, I kept on having nightmares and panic attacks regularly. As if that wasn’t enough, I was forced to return to Kahndaq because of a serious of horrific events happening there. 
Sobek my so-called best friend manipulated me into thinking that Adam was the one responsible for everything and I even attacked poor Adam for his troubles. I later made up my mind to leave Kahndaq but first I wanted to get rid of Adam’s powers feeling that they were corrupting me. I had also heard a lot about Adam’s terrible past atrocities and got paranoid about the stigma that followed our family because of him.
I did not believe that someone like Adam could actually change and that he was probably manipulating and using Adrianna for his own selfish purposes. Or at least that was what I was led into thinking.
I gotta hand it to Sobek here. He really is that good of an actor and a master manipulator. He was able to isolate me from the other Titans, making it seem like they were the bad guys whereas they are all good natured people and some of them have dark pasts or are dealing with dark presents.
Anyways, Sobek advised me to de-transform into my civilian form and that way, get rid of the curse though he expressed fake concern for me as he knew that I was crippled but I assured him that all would be well. Big mistake on my part because Sobek took advantage of my weakened state and ate me up alive, leaving me as mere bones.
I do not know much about that other than the fact that I was mummified and buried in a tomb. Soon afterwards, I was awakened from the dead by that cursed Black Lantern ring. My people feared me because well I was supposed to be dead and there I was wandering about in mummified form, trying to make a sense of the world around me. 
Sobek’s subsequent arrival made it all click especially with the explanation he gave. He is one of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, a group of four bioengineered monsters specifically created to destroy us the Black Marvel Family and he was Yurd, the Horseman of Faminine.
That alone infuriated me. How could I have been so naive to have taken pity upon a wretch like him? How could I have allowed myself to be played like that?! 
I lost my shit and the two of us engaged in combat. Unfortunately I was outmatched because Sobek was a far more better fighter than I expected. Nervertheless, there was only one simple way to end a fight in our current state. Using the last of my energy, I called on the name of the very man that saved my life, channelling the thunderous rage of justice upon myself and Sobek, killing us both and severring the connections we both had to those blasted Black Lantern rings.
Still the White Lantern ring resurrected me much later on as well as the rest of the other slain heroes and a couple of villains. I know Sobek is still out there somewhere but right now, he is not my priority. Things have gotten better for me since that incident as I lived a normal life despite still being a paraplegic. My main priority now is to find out what caused both Adam and Isis to get petrified and try to undo the mess that has befallen my family and Kahndaq and maybe try and set things right without going astray.
So here we go. Hope you all like it. I tried my best with this guy because there are some things that were not mentioned so I just filled in the blanks for him and his family and also kind of retconned some things like his involvement with the Titans for instance. It is mostly Young Justice based but elements of the Teen Titans comics are there.
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an-theduckin · 10 months ago
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He's just really annoying and obnoxious. Like,, he keeps making this stupid ass deals with us. One deal he made with another teacher is that if I get the highest marks in the upcoming test, geo teacher will give money 2 the other teacher. If anyone else gets a higher mark than me the Other teacher have to give him the money. And now! He's made another fucking deal!! If our class gets an average of Grade 4 (UK grading system. Weird ik) well get 2 watch a movie for two periods, and if the average is below that we'll get double the hw (mind u, the hw is already a LOT) And the ppl in my class are..let's just say they're not very smart. And they're all counting on me n a few other "Smart Kids" 2 boost up the average?? Like bro I don't want this pressure on me i can barely get up n study these days . And today i had a fucking bad headache and couldn't concentrate on answering his questions n ithink he was Disappointed in me 4 that?? And and, we do hw online yeah. I did my hw but he says I didn't. Luckily I didn't get a detention cuz i have a perfect hw record apart from this but man. It's not abt that yk it's abt my reputation n shit. Literally wanted 2 cry atm LMAO . Rest of the day was shit too but this was the Highlight thumbsup emoji
Anyways wanna talk Cain
Maybe later? Sorry I'm not feeling the best rn TwT
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evilpixiea · 7 years ago
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Do you like mythology? I’m kind of a sucker for it and, of course, it lead me to think about which god would be each member of the superbatfam be? Put them in any mythology you like if you have a preference there, I’d love it anyways. And I’m a sucker for your blog too. So. Fucking. Awesome.
Oh wow. I have seen a couple of really detailed Justice League/Greek Pantheon AUs which… yeah. DC kind of bashes us over the the head with that comparison so I’m not surprised it works so well. But, because it works so well and because it’s been done before I am hesitant to do it again… even for the superbatfam.
I considered talking about Norse mythology but, honestly, I don’t feel like I could do that without ranting about Latinisation, how warped our view of Norse myth is, and the long lasting affects of the Roman attack on ‘Barbaric’ Paganism and how that still shapes western culture…
Instead of boring you all to sleep with that I am going to tap into the golden oldies.
And by that I mean the REALLY old and REALLY gold.
That’s right. It’s time to walk like an Egyptian baby.
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Firstly, Clark obviously has to be Horus. The flying all-Egyptian hero of Ra (the sun) who became the ruler of the kingdom after defeating the traitor Set (Zod) and avenging the death of his father Osiris (Jor-El).
Bruce is Sobek. A king in his own right who has a special bond with a certain intimidating animal, only this one swims instead of flies, and a city of his own, Shedet, to rule over and protect.
They're friends though there is a definite rivalry between them. The Falcon and the crocodile. Different in every way… but their differences is what make them so perfect for each other.
Talia would be Nekhbet, the queen of vultures, oracles, and the ruler of Nekheb, the somewhat dramatically named ‘city of the dead’. Diana would be Nephthys, the goddess of the river, and ally to the throne. Lois is Hathor the mother goddess of love. 
As for the kids?
Dick gets Bast, the infamous cat goddess. But! I hear you cry. Surely that should go to Selina?! Perhaps… or perhaps not. Bast is all about good luck and I do think Dick has a lucky streak a mile wide. Plus he’s popular and if all the Bast statues tell us something it’s Bast was a well liked goddess back in her day.
Barbara is Thoth, the god of writing and knowledge, because of course she is.
Jason has to take Anubis. God of the dead, all around badarse, and generally misunderstood. Anubis is not an evil god though some modern people might interpret him that way. In fact he really is a good guy.
Kara is Hapy, the god of the flood, prosperity, and of change. I think this suits her well because she, more than anyone else in the superbatfam, has gone through incredible changes in her life and in her character.
Tim is Ptah because hello? God of craft, architecture, and other all round nerdy things? Tim has to take that. Plus I can totally see him having a lot of fun figuring out how to build monuments and pyramids.
Jon gets Amun, the king and most powerful of the gods… in the new kingdom. But it’s not the new kingdom yet. For now he’s still a child, full of potential.
Damian is Babi, the king of baboons. Why? Because baboons are terrifying. And so is Damian.
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Phew! I did it. I did an Egyptian God Au without making Clark Ra. I’m so happy. What do you think?
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sobeksewerrat · 2 months ago
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I don't talk abt it much anymore on here but believe it or not I'm actually religious and I genuinely hate it when people treat religion and science as opposites or when they imply you can't be queer and religious or when they imply that religious is like. A strict set of rules everyone follows no questions asked. Like some do, sure, but not everyone 😭 religious people aren't homogenous monoliths dude.
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ti0mumu · 7 years ago
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Unnecessary rant:
 You know what pisses me? That Gentleman Ymir skin. Like, It makes no sense.
All the other gentleman are furries and one is a scalie anthropomorphized gods while Ymir is a freaking Ice block? Wtf?
Maybe the timing was wrong, but idk. Give that skin to Ganesha, he’s a gentleman by nature.
Or maybe Kuzenbo? he probably wouldn’t be a walking meme this way and if someone does give him that skin you better remove that farting animation for fucks sake
Better idea: Remodel Sobek and give him this stupid skin?? He deserves better.
Anyway, Rant is over.
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fullofspiders · 7 years ago
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a lil one-shot meant to be a side story for the rp my fiancee and i’ve got going!
"I don't need no fuckin' work."  Croc's voice was a deep rumble as he leered at the polymorphous pervert (street name professor pyg) from the corners of his eyes as sneer curled up at his lip, revealing rows of crooked, needle sharp teeth.  The two stood underneath the dim, flickering light that sat suspended over the pawn shop's front door, a gaudy glow cast over them from the neon OPEN sign suspended in the dusty, grimy window.  Don't be fooled, reader, this rundown facade belied a surprisingly profitable asset owned by one Two-Face, unceremoniously snatched up after the real king of Gotham's year long imprisonment in Arkham.
And that, friends, is why Killer Croc and Professor Pyg waited outside the shop, refusing entry to any potential late night shoppers while their mutual friend (sometimes more) worked out the terms of their new arrangement with the owner.  Just up above, one of the tenants in the apartments above the shop stared down at them from his balcony, a lit cigarette loosely dangling from his mouth.  Unless he proved a nuisance, they wouldn’t pay him any mind, however much Pyg undoubtedly wanted to sequester him home to pad out the ranks of his Dollotrons.
See, most of the Joker's properties, turf, and assets had been picked clean by the vultures that were his less successful contemporaries.  To say he was displeased would be an understatement, but that was nothing compared to his reaction when learning that the Bat was missing in action and had been for months now.  Anyone else would see it as the blessing it was, but not him.
"Ah, dear, dear Sobek!"  With a lascivious chuckle, Professor Pyg ran a hand down Croc's cheek, his body overtaken by a shudder and breath hitching in his throat at how his rough, scaly skin felt against his calloused hands.  A squeal escaped him as Croc smacked his hand away with an indignant growl.  "A NIP here, a TUCK there, and you'll be fit as a fiddle for the king's ball!"
Croc, the wise man he is, didn’t dignify Pyg’s offer with any further response; he knew damn well what his work would entail, and nothing about it appealed.
Besides, you can’t improve on perfection, despite what Pyg’s skewed views on what perfection meant.
“Think about it!  A god such as yourself needn’t sully yourself with the PISS and SHIT of the dirty plebians, my friend,” he said, eyes wild and bloodshot behind the plastic pig mask, chin wagging a mile a minute as he ranted and raved.  “Why, nothing short of the NILE itself is worthy of--”
“Shut up or you’re gonna be eatin’ your own teeth.”  
Were it not for Joker, Croc would never associate with the likes of Professor Pyg.  Unfortunately, being friends (sometimes more?) with the Joker meant associating with the people he considered friends.  He wasn’t sure who had it worse, really -- himself for being stuck with Pyg (Joker made this somewhat tolerable to be fair) or Harley for being sent off with Zsasz.
Christ, Harley Quinn and Victor Zsasz.  Working together.
Classic Joker, eh?  The clown hadn’t seen his girl in a year and he sends her off with Victor Zsasz to scope out Two-Face’s usual haunts.  Why he thought to go after Harvey first and foremost, despite Sionis being the most immediate threat to the return of his empire, was completely beyond him.
Sometimes Croc wondered if Joker knew how disastrous some of his decisions were, and if he did know, whether he cared or not.
The answer was no.  To both.
“Well!”  With a flourish, the Joker swung the glass door open, Croc stepping out of the way just in time.  “So glad to have cleared up that misunderstanding.  I think he understands now.  Or he WILL understand, anyway.”  He took a moment to admire the new rings adorning his fingers (all gold, obviously) before shifting a pleased gaze between Croc and Pyg.  He grinned a toothy, silver grin at both and threw his arms around their shoulders.  “You boys gettin’ along?  Nothin’ warms my heart,” or what approximated as one, “more than two of my best friends in the world bein’ pals.”  Never before had the words best friends been said with more snidely.
Before Pyg could open his mouth again, Croc offered Joker a shrug and a curt ‘mhmm', which seemed good enough for him.  It was more than likely rhetorical anyway.  He’d be just as happy if the two had torn each other apart, really.
“Swell, just swell!”  There seemed to be a suspicious spring in Joker’s step, and not the usual spring that came from his inability to keep still.  “How’s about we go see how Harls and Victor are doing, huh?”  Before either could respond, Croc and Pyg found themselves being hurried off to the pristine purple car at the end of the block and ushered inside, the car noticeably sinking at Croc’s weight.
“What’s the hurry?”  Croc said, eyeing Joker with a wary eye.  “You were in there for a goddamn hour and now we gotta run?  The fuck you do?”
“And a-one, and a-two, and...”  Croc’s questions went unanswered as Joker turned to look out the back window at the silent a-three as the pawn shop went up in a blazing explosion, a shower of glass, fire, and brick raining down on the pavement.  The apartments above, unable to support themselves anymore, collapsed down, dropping all of their tenants to their doom.  Joker broke out in peals of mad cackling, a cacophony that rang loud over the raging inferno outside.  
He didn’t stop laughing as he hit the ignition.
He still didn’t stop as he sped off down the street, weaving in and out and between the rows of traffic, drowning out the blaring horns.
Croc didn’t care about the bombing and the deaths it had caused, not one bit; his disposition towards the general populace left him mostly bereft of empathy.  What he cared about was the complete and utter lack of any sort of warning or heads up.  While not a meticulous planner, he still preferred some idea of what was about to go down.  Still, he’d grown to expect such antics from Joker by this point.  What once would’ve been an anger intense enough to urge him to wring the clown’s neck was now a mild irritation.
Pyg, meanwhile?  Well, Pyg had stared with an open mouthed gape at the blaze, and continued to stare well past their departure, even after the crumbling facade had been lost to the twists and turns of the city streets.
By the time the police and fire department arrived, Joker, Croc, and Pyg were long gone, having left the scene to meet up with Harley and Zsasz.
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hendripan · 6 years ago
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Cerita part 4 Setelah tiba di tenda siap2 untuk masak ke 2 kalinya, menu makanan ngisi perut untuk turun ke basecamp lagi adalah spaghetti SARDEN sisa kemaren dan indomie goreng, makan sambil nglurusin kaki. Selesai makan packing lagi, jam 11 selsai lipat tenda dll turun , perjuangan lagi karena jalan lebih curam dan licin , berkali kali jatuh celana bagian paha sobek juga kenak ranting , panas leher burning , akhirnya smpek basecamp lagi sekitar jam 1 lebih. Lega dan puas. Dulu @meyz turun merbabu langsung lanjut ke merapi , karena merapi pp sehari bisa smpk puncaknya , tapi karena merapi lagi aktif. Pendakian di tutup maka kami berencana untuk ke sana lain waktu tunggu semua aman dulu. Semoga masih diberi kesempatan sehat, kuat fisik mental, waktu, tenaga, pikiran , team dan teman2 untuk tetap bisa menikmati keindahan alam yang satu ini. Akhir cerita, mengutip dari salah satu filosofi mendaki gunung : “Pada saat pendakian tantangan dan situasi yang berat akan membuatmu berpikir untuk menyerah. Kelelahan, oksigen yang menipis dan hawa yang dingin, alasan yang cukup bagimu untuk menyerah. Kamu akan sadar, bahwa mendaki bukan tentang menaklukan alam, tapi menaklukan diri sendiri.” #hendripanventuring Lokasi foto : Puncak Triangulasi 3142mdpl #gunungmerbabu #puncaktriangulasi 📸 @ledyliauw (at Mount Merbabu) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByPvFUSlXDK/?igshid=he8bhgwt1gem
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erincorvus · 8 years ago
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Okay, kemetics all over the world, I need some help. This will be a big rant, and also a tad personal, but if you would take the time to read it and give me advice on the matter I discuss, it would be greatly appreciated. 
I primarily work with three gods; Bast, Anpu and Sobek-Ra. I live in a not-that-small apartment with my lovely cat Ivan that usually jumps onto every horizontal surface and starts knocking everything down. This and some other things is the reason behind my altars being placed high enough so he won't be able to knock things down. 
Sadly there are only two such spots in my apartment, and they are already devoted to Bast and Anpu. That leaves Sobek-Ra with no place to be, and it makes me feel awful. 
I took some time to communicate with him and asked if he would be OK with sharing with Anpu. He was not. So while I thought about somewhere else to raise an altar for him and thinking about his little holy space, he (very kindly) showed me a picture of the local church. 
At first, I thought he was joking, and being the horrible being I am, I started laughing. He didn’t really like that, so I stopped and tried asking if he really meant it. He showed me a lot of pictures from around the church and then again the actual church. I quickly realized he was indeed being serious. 
The pictures faded and he let me be alone with my thoughts so I could make up my mind. But making my mind about what? He wants me to go to the church. A Christian church. Christianity is not wrong, please let me say that, but is it okay for me to go there? I laid down some tarot cards to ask SR if it was what he really wanted me to do, and he’s being really serious about this. 
Before I became a Kemetic I was Christian, and I often went to church on Sundays. It made me feel not so alone in the world, and when I sat in the church, listening to the songs, the priest, I would feel calm. I have always had severe anxiety, but it quickly fades away once I step into a church. 
If people ask me what faith I have, I tell them I am Kemetic. In reality, I have always been doubting if what I feel from the Netjeru is just my schizophrenia being stupid, but it’s just too comforting, too warm, kind and eternally joyful for it to not be real. Besides that, I am medicated, and the Netjeru are still there, being supportive as ever. 
If they asked me years and years back I would have told them I was Christian. I didn’t just become Kemetic one day, it wasn’t really a decision. It just happened. It felt right. I just don’t know if ever really stopped being a Christian, really, for the Christian God for me is just as real as the Netjeru. And I still feel at ease in churches. 
But is it okay for me to be both? I have no idea if these two religions can co-exist. Bast, Anpu and SR know all of this, which is why I feel like SR wants me to go to church. He wants me to feel safe, to have a place to go to. And by showing me the pictures he did, I feel like he’s saying “Hey, kid, let’s go to church together to make you feel better. Have to keep the flow going.” 
But as a Kemetic, or semi-Christian or whatever I am, is it actually okay for me to seek a safe space in the church? I’m afraid I’ll offend anyone, and I don’t want that. It’s like I want to dance, but don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, so I just stay completely still, not going anywhere. 
And all of this is just being a total mess now, so I don’t know what to do now. Advice, please? I have no idea what to do.  
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atomicdestinymoon · 8 years ago
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Ramora #1
Tersebutlah seorang gadis kecil dengan wajah berbintik bernama Ramora. Ia hidup sebagai anak seorang pedagang roti sobek di kota kecil dibalik bukit. Sehari-hari dia berlari-lari kecil bertelanjang kaki mengelilingi kota untuk menjajakan roti sobek ayahnya. Rambutnya yang panjang terurai, terpapar sinar matahari sehingga berwarna kemerahan. Kulitnya gelap dan kusam. Kakinya kering dan selalu berdebu.
“Hei! di mana kaca mata hitamku yang besar itu, Hiu?” tanya Ramora pada burung kakak tua peliharaannya. Burung itu hanya meracau, sedetik kemudian Ramora juga sudah menemukan benda yang dicarinya.
Ya, satu hal lagi yang pasti mengenai Ramora… Ramora kesulitan melihat di intensitas cahaya yang cukup tinggi. Mudah merasa silau. Jadi kemana-mana selalu tersemat sebuah kacamata hitam besar berbentuk kotak di gaun panjangnya.
Hari demi hari Ramora lewati dengan lincah dan suka tertawa. Dagangannya memang tidak cukup digemari, tapi beberapa orang yang bertanya “Apakah rotinya manis?” atau “Coba saya lihat dulu rotinya”, sudah cukup membuat Ramora senang.
Di suatu sore yang mendung, Ramora berhenti di pinggir lapangan rumput tempat penggembala dan domba-dombanya menghabiskan waktu. Ramora terkesima melihat cara penggembala memasukkan domba-dombanya ke kandang. Mata Ramora membesar, berbinar, bahkan buru-buru melepas kacamatanya demi melihat pemuda penggembala itu. 
Dengan langkah kecil-kecil namun cepat, Ramora menghampiri pemuda itu.
“Hai, penggembala. Tongkatmu lucu sekali. Apa kau selalu menggunakannya untuk menghalau domba-domba ini?”
Pemuda yang masih sibuk menutup kandang itu menatap Ramora, “Iya… Aku membuat sendiri tongkat ini. Sebenarnya mudah membuatnya, aku bisa membuatkannya satu untukmu jika kau memberiku sebuah ranting.”
“Oh, tidak perlu,” sahut Ramora “Aku tadi hanya penasaran apa tongkatmu itu punya kekuatan magic. Domba-domba ini sangat menurut sekali tadi kulihat.”
Pemuda itu terbahak, lalu dengan wajah bangga mengatakan, “Aku memang cukup jago dalam hal ini.”
“Apa kau menjual roti?” lanjutnya sambil melirik dagangan Ramora.
“Ah, iya!” Dengan sigap Ramora membuka keranjangnya, memperlihatkan roti-roti panjang berisi coklat dan stroberi.
“Kau bisa lho membuat keranjangmu terlihat seperti memiliki kekuatan magic.” ucap pemuda sambil memilih roti.
Ramora terdiam, bingung apa maksud omongan pemuda itu.
“Kau harus bersungguh-sungguh dalam menjajakannya, apabila setiap hari kau rutin bersungguh-sungguh, kau akan tau bagaimana caranya menata roti agar lebih terlihat di dalam keranjangmu ini. Kau juga bisa menurunkan sisi keranjang sebelah sini, itu akan terlihat lebih menarik dan bagus untuk roti-rotimu.” jelas pemuda itu sambil mencomot satu roti dan membayarnya.
Ramora tersenyum bersemangat.
Semenjak hari itu, Ramora jadi sering melewati sisi lapangan demi melihat pemuda penggembala. Tidak selalu ada, tapi Ramora tidak kapok untuk selalu datang dan mengendap-endap menunggu dibalik batu di bawah pohon demi menunggu penggembala itu datang.
“Apa yang kau lakukan di sini?” pemuda itu tiba-tiba sudah ada di belakang Ramora.
Ramora terperanjat, “Ahaha, kau menemukanku, Roma!”
Begitulah cerita cinta Roma dan Ramora dimulai.
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aunhs · 4 years ago
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Beberapa hari ini kembali lagi pikiran melayang ke hembusan arah angin itu lagi.
Kau tau? Lagi-lagi terjebak dipohon itu lagi. Ranting itu semakin kuat susunannya semakin rumit. Bahkan sudah merusak layang-layang ku lagi. Sedikit ada sobek memang, tapi masih sanggup terbang melayang kejebakan jebakan pohon lain.
Angin itu terus berbisik berisik. Kau tau? Dia bertanya apakah kau masih ingat aku, pernahkan tiba tiba terhembus ribut angin pikiranmu tentang aku. Masihkah?
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