#aib fi

[misty-doodles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 今際の国のアリス | Imawa no Kuni no Alice | Alice in Borderland (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chishiya Shuntarou & Niragi Suguru Characters: Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntarou, Usagi Yuzuha, Arisu Ryouhei, Samura Takatora | Last Boss Additional Tags: Niragi Suguru Being an Asshole, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Character Study, Redemption, Guilt, Suicidal Thoughts, Soft Niragi Suguru, References to Depression, Author Is Sleep Deprived Summary:

Unlike his roommate, the injuries he sustained were much more severe, and left him bedridden. He had broken bones, 3rd degree burns all across his body and half his face, repository problems, and a hell of a time even speaking. His doctor pushed him to start physical therapy as soon as possible, but he found himself wondering what the point was. He had no life, no friends, and likely no job, so life seemed so… Pointless

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Niragi wakes up in the hospital after everything, and only then realizes that his actions have consequences. And that those consequences mean he's all alone.

[aibsyesteryear]

:･ﾟ☆✧I SELL BASES ON KO-FI!! :･ﾟ☆✧

I've got a new dog batch I'm currently selling on DA, FA, and TH!

You can also check out older designs I made using these bases HERE!

[airi-of-hearts]

✨🪐💫 A Field of Stars ✨🪐💫

A story set in a galaxy far, far away…well, many of them. Written for the aib server prompt: Sci-Fi AU

The view from her penthouse in Imperial City was breathtaking. Airi had lived there for a few years and she was still overwhelmed by the vastness of it. Coruscant, the Jewel of the Core Worlds; trillions of citizens, human and alien alike. The city-planet had become the hub of galactic culture, education, finance, fine arts, politics and technology.

But Airi hadn’t moved there to flaunt wealth or mingle with high society, her reason was more pragmatic: Coruscant was home to the Senate Building, if she took her Diplomat career seriously, this is where she had to be. She wouldn’t be heard anywhere else.

So far, it hasn’t been exactly easy to earn her spot. Well-established–and frankly, old–Senators are always ready to tell her she’s too young, too inexperienced, her ideas too harsh, too radical, too alienating.

Kovacs had warned her this would happen. Takeshi Kovacs, a former Protectorate Envoy turned bounty hunter, the man she once believed would be the love of her life. Even then, he had been just another man telling her what she couldn’t do.

Well, fuck him. Fuck them all.

Airi paced from the living space to her bedroom and back again, reciting her next speech under her breath. She would speak at the Senate the next day and there was no room for error.

She raised her voice when he reached her main idea. ‘Just because the elites have made Neon City into their playground where anything goes, that doesn’t mean illegal activities should be tolerated. Crimes related to the drug known as Aurora don’t affect these rich tourists as much as they affect the lives and livelihoods of the most vulnerable sections of the population, and this has to stop.’ She would have to modulate her voice some more, she was almost yelling by the end of it.

People–other diplomats, even Senators–usually asked her why she cared that much about a random city many galaxies away. Well, she would tell them, for one thing she was not going to stand for injustice anywhere. And for another, that was her hometown.

The pleasure city of Neon was a tourist trap that catered to the extravagant tastes of those who could afford all that the city had to offer. And for the locals? Not a lot of options outside fishing for Chasmbass, the source for the hallucinogenic drug Aurora.

Airi might still live there, working for Xenofresh Fisheries if she was lucky, if it hadn’t been for her parents. Her mother wanted her to have a real education, so she’d sent Airi off-world under the care of the Protectorate to study.

It wasn’t as if her life in Neon was too bad, Airi’s father worked for a ship manufacturing company and slowly but steadily managed to rise through their ranks. Meanwhile, as a young girl, Airi spent her days roaming the mean streets of Neon, befriending (or bothering) the hardworking denizens at Ikuchi market, mapping the Ebbside, even venturing into the Underbelly on occasion… and picking up useful skills on the way; she still had a knack for picking locks and hacking into terminals.

A soft beep made her turn around, bringing her back from her memories.

BB-8, the astromech droid that had adopted her (Airi was convinced of this, she hadn’t chosen the little round droid, he had chosen her), had stopped rolling around after her when he realized the pacing would take hours, but he still seemed to be complaining.

‘I know, I know. I won’t be too harsh tomorrow. Well, I will try,’ Airi said, patting the robot.

She hoped she could keep her promise. Her outspokenness had attracted attention from the moment she started speaking up. It earned her many supporters, but many enemies as well. Important ones, the kind who could hire someone to kill her, they had already tried. Why? Well, rich people don’t like it when their source of income is threatened. But as Airi saw it, getting that reaction meant she was going the right way.

Besides, the United Colonies backed her up. They had even sent some of their best Vanguard members to protect her. Which reminded her…

‘Cheer up, BB. We’ll go on a little adventure soon enough.’

After the Senate session, Airi would travel to Neon. She knew some Senators would demand tangible proof of the illegal activities that Airi was denouncing, they wouldn’t ask her to go to Neon City outright but they would heavily imply it, so she had beaten them to the punch, by making travel arrangements. They surely hoped she would suffer some terrible accident over there, but Airi had already contacted the UC.

‘You will meet a member of the Vanguard there,’ the UC contact told her. They hadn’t said who it was. She hoped it was Andrómeda.

Incoming message, the androgynous voice of her penthouse’s AI announced. Airi let the first few words play over the speakers before deleting it. An invitation to a fancy dinner. A date.

She had much to do and… Who had time for love anyway?

[j-ofspades]

💫🌟🌌 A Field of Stars 💫🌟🌌

Written for the aib server prompt: Sci-Fi AU

The dark helmet had felt like his very own prison at first. Restricting, suffocating, severing him from the rest of the universe. Now? The helmet was as much a part of himself as his own face.

Even if he wasn’t constantly on the run, it was probably for the best if he concealed his identity. As a Ronin, a mercenary, Vessel’s activities weren’t precisely legal.

Vessel.

That name had come to him like an unwanted gift, the night he had escaped. He’d snuck into a merchant ship, a spatial stowaway; there, crouched behind crates stamped “BESSEL”, the word got ingrained in his head so much that when he arrived at a customs outpost he muttered it as his name. The officer wrote “Vessel”, so Vessel he became.

It was very late when he arrived. Home. The only place he would ever call so. Neon.

‘Where it all began,’ Vessel muttered to himself. 

Years ago, he’d been a Neon Street Rat through and through. Born in the Underbelly, he couldn’t even say he resented his luck back then. It was a simple life but he was happy to have his family and that was that. He started working for Xenofresh Corporation when he was still a teenager, Vessel and his father hoped they could work hard enough, save enough, to give Vessel’s younger sister a better life. 

If he sometimes wandered all the way to Bayu Plaza to pickpocket unsuspecting tourists, well, they were to blame. Partially. ‘Fools and their credits are easily parted,’ his father often said, and Vessel had to agree. Not long after, his skills also included lock-picking. But even then, he made a point never to take from anyone in need, no, just from those people who treated his city as a dumpster where everything went.

And then one day someone noticed him, his potential, as they put it, and they offered Vessel a job. If he’d known what that meant, he wouldn’t have accepted.

The Crimson Fleet.

They’d introduced themselves as “independent merchants”, “adventurers with special interests”. Pirates, they were pirates. And Vessel had been fool enough to join blindly, not knowing that death would be the only way out.

The first few years went by, and while Vessel didn’t actively participate in the capture of ships, he did take part in the looting, telling himself that this was just a “redistribution of wealth”, hell, he was starting to sound like them.

Still, little by little the implications of his choice of life started bothering him and, although he wasn’t opposed to violence at first, he found himself very much opposed as the violence of the attacks escalated, especially when it was directed toward simple merchants or explorer ships. But he did nothing. He could do nothing.

Fifteen years later, he found a chance to leave.

Neon wasn’t a safe place for Vessel to be, no planet, no system was. He could run, but he couldn’t hide. The Crimson Fleet didn’t take desertion lightly, Vessel’s former captain put a price on his head when he noticed Vessel had left. If that wasn’t enough, his former association with pirates meant he was also wanted by the UC and probably every other faction.

That was why he needed to keep moving, going from one planet to the next, all over the Settled Systems. He could never stay still for too long or someone would catch him. Running and his helmet were the only two constants in his life.

But he couldn’t help it, he had to return to Neon every few months, for the same reason he had left in the first place: his family. Vessel still sent them credits whenever he could, in intricate ways that could never be traced back to him. Being a mercenary meant he didn’t exactly have a stable income, but he got by alright.

Vessel walked unhurriedly under the neon lights, letting people jostle him to and fro. He wouldn’t visit his childhood home, the home where his parents still lived. He wouldn’t bring danger to their door. Instead, he made his way to the Astral Lounge. The bartender there was his “friend”, which meant he told Vessel about the city, about his family for a fee. That was how Vessel had learned that his sister was apparently dating the club’s dancer. Vessel hoped to see her–without letting her see him–before he left. He had a job to do somewhere else.

As a blade-for-hire, Vessel preferred jobs for people who truly needed help. But he wouldn’t turn down a well-paid job when the opportunity arose.

Redemption? No, Vessel didn’t believe such a thing could be achieved, it felt out of reach. He didn’t want to be considered a hero. All he wanted was to help others, to take care of his family even if it has to be from afar. If those that wanted him dead caught up with him, all he hoped was that he would be able to take more than a few of them with him. Other than that, what more could he ask for?

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

That boy is a problem

Niragi x gn!reader. Headcanons - Niragi as your roommate. Takes place before AiB story. GENERAL MASTERLIST

Having Niragi as your roommate includes:

🚩Having no privacy. This guy has a job in IT and no friends, he's 24/7 at home - working or gaming. He isn't used to having company so he's pretty excited and curious about his roommate. He will keep an eye on you, at first just casually hanging out in common spaces you spend a lot of time in like kitchen or living room, but once he gets comfortable he will just follow you around the house when he's bored. Good luck ignoring him - he will peak at your phone over your shoulder and comment on your personal conversations with people. Wants you to gossip about them with him. If you read a book he mocks some characters, especially if it's a cliche romance book. Niragi would try to make you share earbuds with him as well. Also he has great Wi-Fi but he's online so much all your devices will constantly lag. If you want to watch something on Netflix you have to convince him to watch with you or deal with shitty connection break every 10 minutes. If you guys watch something together he will try to initiate conversation every 10 minutes as well so it's not much better.

🚩 The only time you can just chill with him without him annoying you is when he plays games. He doesn't mind you watching (will flex his great strategy ✨) or even resting your head on his shoulder, but don't talk to him now. He's trying to think. When it's you playing games he will interrupt all the time, criticizing your tactics and advising you on what to do. It pisses you off, but he really knows what he's talking about and points out your mistakes with awful accuracy. BTW he always plays games with full volume and doesn't use headphones, if you ask him to do so he will just say it gives him headache. Thankfully you can't hear this noise upstairs so if you practice playing instruments or just need some silence from time to time you have a place to hide in. He mains Bryan Fury in Tekken btw

🚩Doesn't mind you using his things at all. You forgot to buy toothpaste? Take his, no problem. Your laptop stopped working? Just use his one. Whatever it is from shirts and hair ties to very personal belongings - he can share, but unfortunately he expects you to do the same in return. You just cooked some food? Too bad, he wants some.Oh, you are thirsty and got yourself something to drink? He wants a sip. Yes, from the same cup or bottle you drink from. If you use bonnets he will steal them, secretly wants you to braid his hair. Thankfully when it comes to household chores he is just as good at sharing, he lived alone most of his adult life so feel free to leave things you find unpleasant to him, with one exception. He can't cook for shit. Legit would set the kitchen on fire. If you ask him he might help you take hot things out of oven or wash some veggies.

🚩Niragi has no sense of personal space, so be ready to get tickled or picked up by him out of nowhere,your irritated expression and cute squeaks humor him more than he would admit. Be happy he isn't as unhinged as his Borderlands version or he would lick you just to get reaction out of you. He isn't openly perverted but will regularly visit your bedroom at night for a "sleepover", trying to sleep in one bed with you. Might or might not try to cuddle with you, depending on how much and for how long he knows you.Will touch your things, play with your claw clips and ask you about everything you put on your face during skincare routine.

🚩He hates to be alone and will do anything he can to stop you from moving out, he doesn't care if he hurts somebody in the process. If you try to pack your things some of them will mysteriously disappear, if you try to get a better job that will allow you to make enough money to buy your own place he will sabotage you so you get late for job interview. He doesn't give a shit that he has to pay the bigger part of all the bills cause your part - time job is so underpaid. Don't even try to get a boyfriend that could move you into his own apartment - Niragi will do everything in his power to get you two to break up.Yes, including lying to both of you and making your boyfriend think you don't love him or that you're cheating on him. At one point the way he is always hanging around somewhere near you starts to feel more sad than creepy to you. It's a bit as if he was afraid to ask to be included but desperately craved connection with somebody.Without lowering your guard you just let him approach you for as long as he behaves.

🚩Pre - Borderlands version of Niragi doesn't have the balls to be pushy towards you, or maybe this side of his nature didn't wake up yet, so don't worry about him making an unwanted move on you.Still, he will definitely offer to "cheer you up" in a special way if you have a bad day. He will walk around shirtless and flash his tongue piercing at you to fluster you, might try to convince you to sit on his lap when he plays. You are banned from his room when he works or he would get distracted and nothing would get done, but won't be mad if you bring him food.

🚩Even if most of the time your coexistence is both possible and sometimes even enjoyable, sooner or later his issues will come to the surface, so if you want to live in peace I would suggest convincing him to go to therapy. Sooner or later his fear of rejection and impulsiveness will make your life harder. He doesn't like it when you go out with other friends cause he is once again left all alone, waiting for you to come back, knowing you have option of spending time with other people while he has nobody but you. Niragi is afraid that you only spend time with him because you have to live with him and you will cut him off once you can move out.When he feels insecure he will get extremely pissed off and passive aggressive. If you try to prevent this by treating him differently than usual he will see it as manipulation. Huge trust issues.

[andromedagarcia]

If you ask a question, you need to be ready to handle the answer. Whatever it is. Be it positive, or negative... Familiar words once said by her father, on one of those few rare occasions he hadn't been under the influence of any illegal substance and had done something as simple but as significant as picking her up from school. He may not have taught her much, but the little he had parented burned in her mind, leaving permanent scars that wouldn't go away, but never saw the sun.

She kept those hidden. Like a secret, like an oath.

But, even if she could withstand the force of Kuina's negative reply, like a tree could survive a hurricane without breaking in two, that didn't mean it hurt any less. The disaster was palpable; branches were torn and leaves had fallen — meaning, her features showed her profound disappointment and sadness, and, just like a child, her lower lip preceded the superior one in a pout that was not like the Meda Kuina knew. Not like the Meda she, herself, showed.

'There are games that take the entire night. He doesn't have to know how long ours lasted...' Since only you and I survived. Things they both knew, but were better left unsaid. 'As long as we are back in the morning, there shouldn't be any problems. And it's still pitch black outside.' She tried to keep her tone nonchalant, casual, as if this didn't mean the world to her.

'¿Por fi?' She tried her best, the card up her sleeve. Puppy brown eyes and asking in Spanish hadn't failed her... yet.

There were two types of people in this world: the ones that found a sort of thrill with the games, and the ones that just wanted to get them over with. And each suit held their own individuals. Hearts in particular Kuina loathed. The battle between the heart and the mind, the test of the ties that bound the players together. Complete strangers, friends, lovers, family. None of it mattered. The heart was so easily tormented and broken, pieces of themselves that pooled in the blood that ran freely.

It was difficult not to get lost in Meda's gaze, to succumb to the familiar warmth of chestnut that seemed to look directly into her soul and try to coax her true self out. Not the Kuina presented to others at the Beach. Not the Kuina that could dance until daylight. Not the Kuina that preferred keeping everyone at an arm's length when it came to her own problems. She was the pillar of strength, the light of hope they sought, the strong shoulders to cry on. When had she put herself on such a pedestal?

Celebrate. How a simple word held a thousand meanings. "I'm sure Hatter's expecting us back," She admitted, foreign words when she would've otherwise leapt at the chance to delay their return...especially if it was a chance to spend time with her. "We have the card. He'd probably send militants after us if we're not on time." A risk she wasn't willing to take if it meant Meda's life. Death to the traitors, the Beach's favorite motto.

[somatheking]

Seven Nights At Soma's

In which in a sci-fi AU, you're the new communications officer at the Beach, one of Hatter's luxury space cruises. As part of your training, every day you receive tapes from an old employee explaining the ins and outs of the ship. However, it's not long until things start to sound... off.

Disclaimer: I mention several canon AiB characters in this, but rest assured that they aren't based on anyone's portrayal of them, only on my own interpretation.

Day 1: Slate 1 - 15/09/2023

Good morning! Or good evening, or good night. I’m not sure when you’re hearing this tape but I hope you decided to listen to it first thing after you woke up, mainly because it’s gonna help you get through the day. 

First off, let me give you the obligatory greeting (I’m reading this from a card I’ve got right here, so don’t mind me if I sound too weird): 

Welcome to the Beach! Combining classic elegance and cutting-edge innovation, our space cruises offer the latest in comfort, gastronomy, innovation, entertainment and onboard experience. Our new and improved spaceships are also pushing the boundaries of sustainable tourism, by employing robotic assistants as personnel so as to focus on environmental well-being and minimising waste… 

Sorry, sorry, I had to cut that short because I’m starting to laugh. Assistants, more like ASS-istants, am I right? Haha, yeah, it’s a funny word.

Anyways, yeah, I’m supposed to give you a rundown on your new job, although it isn’t precisely new, is it? Hatter told me he was thinking of filling the vacancy with someone who already worked here, but since I’m the vacancy, I’m not sure whether he ended up doing that or he simply hired someone new. Still, I figured you’d need some help, so I made you these tapes. Seven, one per day, which would cover the amount of time we need to get out of the Milky Way and into another galaxy, and after that you’ll literally be on your own. Well, I’ve only just recorded the one, so maybe I’m here saying it’s gonna be seven but it ends up being three, I don’t know. I guess we’ll see! Man, I’m more excited about this than you probably are, haha. 

As I told you before, I’m the guy you’re replacing. I was actually the ship doctor, but the previous communications officer left, so I had to replace him. Doing both jobs and only getting paid for one, which is pretty rough, but hey, we gotta do what we gotta do. You know how in the Barbie movie, Ken’s job was ‘beach’? Well, mine is doctor and comms officer, haha. I was actually friends with the guy that left, and I imagine I must’ve spent so much time hanging out with him that Hatter thought some knowledge passed on to me. I have to say, this ship mostly runs itself, so I didn’t have much trouble. And you won’t either!

Anyways, yeah, let’s talk about the elephant in the room and get it over with. You’re on a cruise where the vast majority of personnel are robots. It’s more efficient that way; as I said in the presentation, ‘environmental well-being and minimising waste’. There’s so many I’m not even sure I know all their names, but to be honest, they’re not gonna bother you much. So, how about instead we run over some of the people you’ll be working with?

First off, since you’re a comms officer, you’ll sadly have to keep in touch with Chishiya, who’s in charge of logistics. He’s, excuse my French, a huge ass bitch. Yeah, that’ll make more sense when you meet him, but mark my words, you’re gonna hate the guy. I did, so it makes sense that you will too. I don’t wanna keep talking about him, so let’s move on.

Oh, these aren't employees but I figure you could say hello to them since they're pretty nice. Arisu and Usagi are this couple who've been together for what seems like forever and they're so cute. You can feel the love radiating from them, it's like they were made for each other. They are so, so sweet; talking to them always brightened up my day. Sometimes I got claustrophobic here, and when that happened I usually went to them to cheer up. They… I don't know, this might sound stupid, but they reminded me that there's more things to life other than a job. 

You also have Kuina, who is an absolute sweetheart. She’s head of security, but she’s always super willing to help out if you need anything and she isn’t busy. Fortunately for her, this is a pretty tranquil ship; problems rarely arise here, at least the violent types. There hasn’t been any fights breaking out in… months? Probably even longer, yeah. Between you and me, I think the passengers are scared of doing something illegal in the presence of robots. They think they’re gonna bug out or something and accidentally kill them. Boy, Five Nights At Freddy’s really did a number on you all, huh? But yeah, Kuina. She trains once every three days, which means you'll get to see her. I recommend you go talk to her, but be careful not to bother her while she's training! Talking to her impacted me a lot, made me consider a lot of things about my life, plus, she’s very welcoming and one of the best people here. A literal ray of sunshine. 

Oh, God, it sounds like I have a crush, doesn’t it? Haha, no, no, it’s not like that. Well… no, not really. Now you’ve got me flustered, though. I guess I’m ending the tape here, then. I’ll see you tomorrow!

[akajustmerry]

if you like death games you'd like alice in borderland. I don't know why it didn't get picked up as much as squid games, but it is wonderful. The last game is such a beautiful mindfuck!

omg I literally just started this because a friend recommended it to me! I'm 2 episodes in and I love it so far. The only thing I can think about why it didn't take off as hard as squid game is because it seems a lot more sci-fi/other worldly whereas squid game is very squarely set in our world + the games themselves are more universal. I could be wrong though as I'm only 2 eps into AIB like I said 💕

[bartholomaus]

Michael, the future human prototype

Cum va arata omul peste 10 000 de ani? Dar peste 100 000 de ani?

Cica vom avea:

degete mai lungi fiindca tastam tot mai mult la calculator si musculatura mainii in sine se va diminua fiindca nu mai scriem ca inainte

degetele de la picioare vor disparea in cateva sute de mii de ani, iar picioarele  si musculatura acestora se vor subtia din cauza sedentarismului

din cauza  selectiei sexuale, tot mai multi oameni vor avea ochii albastri

ochii si pupilele  oamenilor se vor mari peste zeci de mii de ani datorita folosirii intensive a computerelor si gadget-urilor

craniul   va creste  in dimensiune, insa nu si  creierul si  capacitatea de gandire si rationalizare caci toate sarcinile intelectuale vor fi puse pe seama robotilor

trupurile vor fi mai diforme,  multi oameni din viitor vor deveni cocosati, slabi, fragili, cu muschii diminuati

vom avea un sistem imunitar mai slab

parul capilar, cat si cel de pe corp, va disparea treptat in 50 000- 100 000 de ani , nemaiavand nicio utilitate

gurile se vor miscora, iar musculatura falcilor si duritatea dintilor se vor diminua   din cauza consumarii  alimentelor procesate artificial

femeia ideala prin anul 50 000 va fi una chelioasa si  cu capul mare

oamenii  care vor fi trimisi in spatiu  vor fi mult mai inalti  (multi vor avea 3, chiar 4 metri) , dar vor fi si mai  firavi ,  in vreme ce oamenii care vor sta pe Pamant vor deveni mai scunzi, devenind niste pitici de 1 metru axati pe activitati intelectuale

organele genitale se vor miscora din cauza reproducerii artificiale

culoarea pielii a majoritatii oamenilor va fi maslinie din cauza relatiilor mixte dintre mai multe rase

selectia sexuaal de azi ar putea duce la crearea a doua rase:   oamenii inalti si frumosi  care vor face parte din elite conducatoare, si oamenii pitici si urati  care vor intreprinde activitati intelectuale

unii oameni vor avea componente robotice si nanoboti implantate in corp , altii vor arata extrem de diferit datorita clonarii si  modificarilor genetice prenatale

Iata si o colectie de imagini terifiante al unui concept artist futurolog cu oameni asa cum ar putea evolua pe alte planete cu alte conditii de viata:

Dougal Dixon "Man after man. An anthropology of the future" Foreword by Brian Aldiss https://www.sivatherium.narod.ru/library/Dixon_3/01_en.htm

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Eu cred ca chiar si in cazuri extreme, omul ca specie poate sa mai supravietuiasca inca vreo zeci de mii de ani cat va fi oxigen si hrana si apa pe planeta asta.

Ca nu va mai fi civilizatie moderna asa cum o stim, ramane de vazut. E mai fragila decat credem. --

Din pacate vad din ce in ce mai des cazuri de baieti afemeiati, sprancene subtiri, piele fina, par lins, gene intinse, epilati, cel mai des intaniti la corciturile t iganesti, considerati ''baieti frumosi'' sau de unii ''cocalari''. Am si poze de la noi din tara, dar va dau in privat ca sa nu va speriati.

In mod normal barbatii trebuie sa aibe fete masculinizate (cap robust, trasaturi accentuate, par facial), pentru ca asa au evoluat in mii de ani, prin aparare, batai, etc.

Dar sa vezi ''printese'' bronzate care agata si la fete pe deasupra…bleah. :>>>>

Nasol e ca fetele (alea care arata decent, care-s futabile) fix genul asta de BAIETI cauta.

Noi , masculii astia parosi si urati, dar muncitori, o sa ramanem doar cu laba sau o sa ne combinam cu sictir cu femei la fel de urate ca noi, fie o sa dam cu banul ca sa atingem si noi o blonda siliconata.

Si cu timpul, vor aparea doua specii: o specie de sclavi urati si puternici, MORLOCKS (din Time Machine de H.G. Wells) si afemeiatii aia fragili si frumosi (ELOI) care vor fi elita

-- De la bomba atomica a aparut bomba cu hidrogen, mult mai distructiva per suprafata dar nu in timp. Mai nou au aparut bombe termice, dar nu cu hidrogen, defapt tehnologia e ascunsa in continuare de americani si ar avea distrugeri cu mult mai mari decat la bomba atomica sau cu hidrogen.

Mai simplu e sa bagi niste boli ca SIDA sau cancer pe motiv al aparitiei lor ca niste maimute au facut prostii in jungla sau ca mananci nesanatos. -- Cat timp nu erupe Yellowstone-ul , nu vine vreun asteroid peste noi , niste radiatii gamma de la vreo supernova din apropiere, sau atata timp cat va mai exista grau si apa potabila pe planeta asta, omul ca specie o sa mai duca lejer vreo cateva zeci de mii de ani, poate chiar sute de mii de ani, indiferent ca va fi sub o forma sau alta.

Existam ca specie de vreo 250 000- 300 000 de ani. Dinozaurii au rezistat ca specie vreo 140 milioane de ani pe Pamant, iar eu pot sa spun ca omul ca specie e mult mai adaptabil decat erau dinozaurii.

Daca ar fi sa se declanseze automatizarea cibernetica ca sa dezvoltam roboti cu inteligenta artificiala superioara, sa se autorizeze modificarile genetice si sa inceapa demersurile pentru explorarea spatiala, si mai bine…vom ramane in memoria galaxiei ca o specie intelienta care nu a lasat doar gunoaie si ruine in urma ei.

Chit ca ne eradica robotii ca-n Terminator, tot e bine pentru ca robotii vor fi niste copii fidele dupa noi.

[enigmalestari]

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[suntaiciblog]

Ma doare atat de tare, nu am absolut niciun prieten. Oameni cu care sa ies sau sa vorbesc..

Am incercat toate modalitatile de a a imi face prieteni, dar tot timpul ajung sa imi iau ghosting dupa ce mi se spune ca s-au simtit bine in compania lor or I’m their good friend.

Also mereu sunt omul care afla ultima chestii, la munca toata lumea e atat de deschisa unii cu altii si vorbesc.. eu am parte doar de small talk, iar in rest nu prea sunt lasata sa vorbesc. Iar oamenii care imi vorbesc, pe mine nu ma lasa sa spun multe sau sunt doar ignorata.

Am iubit, totul e perfect.. dar simt nevoia sa interactionez si cu alti oameni, soramea e foarte ocupata prntru ca are copii, iar parintii mei nu vorbesc prea multe.. e doar small talk si cam aia e.

Am incercat cu grupul de fb, cu bumble, cu colegi, cu oameni pe care i-am intalnit.. nu se leaga abdolut nimic cu nimeni.

Incerc sa ma bucur de compania mea, sa ma cunosc, citesc, pictez, ies singura la cafea, la cumparaturi… dar am nevoie de oameni in jurul meu. Sunt la pamant

Am cam 3 chestii de spus:

Din propria mea experiență, treaba asta e mai mult un „trial and error”, adică trebuie să tot încerci, și să tot încerci, pentru că nu e așa de ușor precum pare și probabil o să dai de un nr mai măricel de oameni cu care nu te înțelegi până să ajungi la cei ce-ți vor fi prieteni pentru o perioadă bună de timp.

Cei mai mulți oameni parcă nu au timp de prietenii, sau le țin așa mai lowkey și le strecoară cum pot printre lucrurile din viața lor personală. Mai ales dacă mai au și iubit/ă, mulți parcă uită complet că e okay să mai aibe și prieteni și nu-s foarte interesați să lege prietenii. Dacă mai au și-un job, atunci chiar că nu prea au timp. Dar asta nu trebuie să te descurajeze tho, ci doar să fie ceva de ținut minte ca să nu o iei personal atunci când nu se leagă o relație cu cineva. Mulți nu își pot împărți așa de bine timpul sau nu sunt neapărat interesați să investească în prietenii când se simt super ocupați/super implicați în relație și job.

Nu uita că majoritatea oamenilor sunt temporari. Din nou, nu e o chestie de descurajare sau pesimism, ci pur și simplu un adevăr care, chiar dacă pare trist, totuși te poate motiva să trăiești mai intens clipele și să încerci să înveți ceva din orice prietenie. Până la urmă ăsta e scopul oamenilor în viața noastră: să ne învețe câte ceva. De bine, de rău, depinde de situație. Știu că nu asta vrei să auzi, însă e unul dintre motivele pentru care poate acum nu ți se concretizează vreo prietenie, sau nu s-a concretizat până acum.

Doar continuă să încerci. Continuă așa ca și până acum și nu te da bătută.

[blogalloh]

Ya Alloh Engkau “Maha Penerima Taubat” Dan Aku Hanya Hamba Yang Kau Bersihkan #Dakwah #Islam

التواب  AT TAWWAB (Yang Maha Menerima Taubat) DALIL PENETAPAN Nama Allah At-Tawwab telah disebutkan beberapa kali di dalam Al-qur’an diantaranya: أَلَمْ يَعْلَمُوا أَنَّ اللَّهَ هُوَ يَقْبَلُ التَّوْبَةَ عَنْ عِبَادِهِ وَيَأْخُذُ الصَّدَقَاتِ وَأَنَّ اللَّهَ هُوَ التَّو��ّابُ الرَّحِيمُ “Tidakkah mereka mengetahui bahwasanya Allah menerima taubat dari hamba-hamba-Nya dan menerima zakat dan bahwasanya Allah Maha Penerima Taubat lagi Maha Penyayang.”(QS. At-Taubah: 104) Ya Alloh Engkau “Maha Penerima Taubat” Dan Aku Hanya Hamba Yang Kau Bersihkan MAKNA AT-TAWWAB  At-Tawwab berarti yang Maha Menerima Taubat dari hamba-hamba-Nya yang berdosa. Maha membalas dosa yang banyak dengan taubat yang luas. (The Miracle of Asmaul Husna: 255) Taubat Allah atas hamba-Nya ada dua macam yaitu : 1. Hidayah dan Taufik kepada hamba-Nya untuk bertaubat  2. Menerima dan mengabulkan taubat hamba-Nya jika bersungguh-sungguh, dimana taubat nashuha akan menghapuskan dosa-dosa sebelumnya.  Sedangkan makna taubat adalah kembalinya seorang hamba kepada ketaatan setelah melakukan kemaksiatan. (Al-Asmaul Husna : 274) DO’A IBADAH Diantara do’a ibadah yang berkaitan dengan nama Allah At-Tawwab ini adalah : • Allah tidak langsung mempermalukan hamba-Nya karena perbuatan dosa yang telah dilakukannya baik disengaja ataupun tidak disengaja. Hal ini agar menjadi jalan bagi hamba-hamba-Nya untuk bertaubat kepada Allah, agar mereka kembali kepada-Nya.Maka wajib bagi setiap hamba untuk bertaubat kepada Allah atas setiap perbuatan maksiat yang telah dilakukannnya agar dia menjadi orang yang beruntung, sebagaimana Allah firmankan : وَتُوبُوا إِلَى اللَّهِ جَمِيعًا أَيُّهَا الْمُؤْمِنُونَ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُفْلِحُونَ “ ….Dan bertaubatlah kamu sekalian kepada Allah hai orang-orang yang beriman supaya kalian beruntung.” (QS.An-Nur: 31) Sedangkan orang yang tidak mau bertaubat kepada Allah atas perbuatan maksiat yang telah dilakukannya, maka dia telah mendzalimi dirinya sendiri dan Allah telah mensifatinya sebagai orang yang dzalim sebagaimana Allah sebutkan dalam firman-Nya :  وَمَنْ لَمْ يَتُبْ فَأُولَئِكَ هُمُ الظَّالِمُونَ “ …Dan barang siapa yang tidak bertaubat, maka mereka itulah orang-orang yang zhalim.” (QS. Al-Hujurat: 11) Imam As-Sa’di rahimahullahu berkata: Manusia dibagi menjadi dua golongan: orang yang mendzolimi dirinya sendiri yaitu orang yang tidak mau bertaubat dan orang bertaubat yang beruntung, tidak ada golongan yang ketiga selain keduanya. ( Taisiir Kariim Ar-Rahman Fi Tafsiir Kalam Al-Mannan: 801 ) Dinamakan dzalim karena kebodohannya terhadap hak Allah dan hak dirinya, juga karena kebodohannya terhadap aib diri dan bahayanya dikemudian hari.  • Allah sangat senang kepada hamba-Nya yang senantiasa bertaubat kepada-Nya dari kemaksiatan yang telah dilakukannya. Hal ini sebagaimana Allah sebutkan dalam firman-Nya :  إِنَّ اللَّهَ يُحِبُّ التَّوَّابِينَ وَيُحِبُّ الْمُتَطَهِّرِينَ “ Sesungguhnya Allah menyukai orang-orang yang bertaubat dan menyukai orang-orang yang menyucikan diri.” (QS. Al-Baqarah: 222)  Dalam sebuah hadits disebutkan, dari Anas bin Malik Radhiallahu ‘Anhu dari Nabi Shallallahu’Alaihi Wasallam bahwasanya beliau bersabda : “ Sungguh Allah Ta’ala lebih bergembira dengan taubatnya seorang hamba yang bertaubat kepada-Nya daripada salah seorang diantara kalian yang menaiki untanya di sebuah padang pasir, lalu tiba-tiba untanya menghilang dengan membawa semua makanan dan minumannya. hingga dia pun berputus asa, kemudian mendatangi sebuah pohon dan berbaring dibawahnya dalam keadaan berputus asa dari untanya. Ketika dia dalam keadaan seperti itu, tiba-tiba untanya sudah berada dihadapannya, diapun s

egera mengambil tali pelananya, sambil berkata-karena sangat gembiranya-‘ “Ya Allah, Engkau adalah hambaku dan aku adalah Rabb-Mu.” Dia salah ucap karena sangat gembiranya.” (HR. Muslim: 2747)  • Rasullah Shallallahu ‘Alaihi Wasallam memberikan motifasi kepada umatnya untuk selalu bertobat sebagaimana dalam hadits disebutkan:  يَاأَيُّهَا النَّاسُ تُوْبُوْا إِلَى اللهِ وَاسْتَغْفِرُوْهُ فَإِنِّيْ أَتُوْبُ فِيْ اليَوْمِ مِائَةَ مَرَّةٍ “Wahai sekalin manusia, bertaubatlah kalian kepada Allah dan memohon ampunlah kepada-Nya, karena aku bertaubat kepada-Nya dalam satu hari 100 kali.” (HR. Muslim: 7034) Agar taubat yang dilakukan seorang hamba diterima oleh Allah, maka harus dipenuhi syarat-syarat bertaubat yaitu:  1. Meninggalkan dosa yang telah dilakukan  2. Menyesali dosa yang telah dilakukan 3. Bertekad untuk tidak mengulanginya lagi  4. Mengganti perbuatan buruk dengan amal shalih  DO’A PERMOHONAN  Diantara do’a permohonan yang dapat kita amalkan tentang nama Allah At-Tawwab adalah sebagaimana do’a yang dipanjatkan oleh Nabi Ibrahim dan Ismail yang berdo’a kepada Allah: وَتُبْ عَلَيْنَا إِنَّكَ أَنْتَ التَّوَّابُ الرَّحِيمُ “..Dan terimalah taubat kami, Sesungguhnya Engkau Maha Penerima taubat lagi Maha Penyayang.” (QS. Al-Baqarah: 128)  Begitu juga do’a yang diajarkan oleh Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘Alaihi Wasallam  رَبِّ اغْفِرْ لِيْ وَتُبْ عَلَيَّ إِنَّكَ أَنْتَ التَّوَّابُ الرَّحِيْمُ “Wahai Rabb-ku, ampunilah aku, terimalah taubatku, sesungguhnya Engkau Maha penerima taubat lagi Maha Penyayang.” (HR. Abu Dawud: 1518, dishahihkan oleh al-Albani) Demikian semoga bermanfaat. Washollallahu ‘Ala Nabiyina Muhammad wa’ala Alihi washohbihi wasallam Cianjur, 08 Jumadil Ula 1441 H / 04 Januari 2020 Penulis : Adep Baehaki Sumber : The Miracle of Asmaul Husna karya Muallifah  Al Asmaul Husna karya Prof. Dr. Umar Sulaiman al-Asyqor Taisiir Kariim Ar-Rahman Fi Tafsiir Kalam Al-Mannan karya Al- Allamah Syeikh Abdur-Rahman ibn Nashir As-Sa’di Sumber Artikel dari Asmaul Husna Center: https://asmaulhusnacenter.com/at-tawwab-yang-maha-menerima-taubat.html بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم – قُلْ هُوَ اللّٰهُ اَحَدٌۚ – اَللّٰهُ الصَّمَدُۚ – لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُوْلَدْۙ – وَلَمْ يَكُنْ لَّهٗ كُفُوًا اَحَدٌ Allohumma solli ‘alaa muhammad, wa ‘alaa aali muhammad, kamaa sollaita ‘alaa aali ibroohim, wa baarik ‘alaa muhammad, wa ‘alaa aali muhammad, kamaa baarokta ‘alaa aali ibroohim, fil ‘aalamiina innaka hamiidummajiid. Allâhumma-ghfir liummati sayyidinâ muhammadin, allâhumma-rham ummata sayyidinâ muhammadin, allâhumma-stur ummata sayyidinâ muhammadin. Allahumma maghfiratuka awsa’u min dzunubi wa rahmatuka arja ‘indi min ‘amali. Ya Alloh Engkau “Maha Penerima Taubat” Dan Aku Hanya Hamba Yang Kau Bersihkan

[aibsyesteryear]

Last weeks ko-fi sketches!

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[padalickingood]

-NEED HELP MOVING OUT-

Hi everyone! This one’s gonna be a long one but I hope I can implore you all to take a quick minute of your time to read this and hopefully share it with others TvT. I’ve really been taking my time procrastinating from writing this because I never liked talking much about my own personal situation and dumping that on people, but I’ve unfortunately reached a point where I'm a bit desperate for any kind of help If I am going to try and make this happen.  

Recently I’ve started a serious goal of saving up enough money in order to move out by early next summer. I have attempted to make plans to move from my family home many times in the past couple of years and unfortunately have never managed to get anywhere near to achieving that goal due to my financial situation. Things have gotten increasingly stressful and emotionally exhausting in my current situation and I’ve officially hit that point where I’m willing to ask for assistance online.  

As a freelance artist, even with my Etsy, Patreon, ko-fi, and commission work combined I barely manage to make enough for basic living essentials which doesn’t include any sort of insurance or homeowner/apt owner expenses. Currently I do my very best to pay for as much as I can on my own and even so I still require support from my parents by them allowing me to live with them and them providing internet etc. What I pay for out of pocket is limited to things I need personally such as food, clothes, basic living supplies, art/store supplies etc. I’ve also recently limited myself from buying anything that is not completely necessary for essential living like eating out, movies, buying gifts over a certain price limit for friends, as well as canceling any travel plans from here on out. 

At this point I feel like It’s important for me to explain why I am a freelance artist as opposed to having any other type of job that could potentially be easier and pay better. This may be a bit of a tl;dr but I feel like it should at least be mentioned because the impact it’s had. Several years ago (I wanna say 2013 ish?) I dropped out of my community college because of essentially having a breakdown. The entire experience had left such a negative impact on me that my mood had very noticeably 180’d from high school to 2nd year of college. It was probably the closest I've come to being any level of depressed, which is not a word I throw around lightly as it’s something I don’t think I've felt anywhere near the level of those who struggle with it. Overall those years were so incredibly demoralizing and difficult for me that I made the tough decision of leaving school, something I had never even considered doing in my past (I never even skipped class in high school up until last day of senior year lol). Deciding to leave when I did though was probably the right decision because to this day, I still feel the lasting negative effects those years had on me. After I left school, I picked up a retail job and worked there for about a year and half. It wasn’t something I was really eager to do but was necessary as I wasn’t going to school anymore. With no degree though a minimum wage job was my only real option. Unfortunately, my experiences working weren’t all that positive either (as something I'm sure many of you also experience). I struggled to maintain motivation and continued to feel incredibly negative. It got so bad that it effected my relationships with family and friends as it kept me in a very antisocial mood. I ended up quitting that job shortly after and decided to try and go full freelance. Ever Since then I've worked on building up my store, commissions and anything else I could to try and make money from my art. To this day I still struggle with building up my online presence to the point where I can make a living off of it, but one thing that drastically changed for the better was my mood. My mental health has always been an absolute priority for me and I make a conscious effort to never force myself into anything that I know will have a negative impact on my health, which is why I dropped out of college and quit that job. I knew that if I stayed there it would have absolutely gotten so bad that It would have left much deeper scars than it has. And Although working in Freelance is no easy task and comes with its own degrees of stress, I find it far more rewarding and worth managing that stress. 

But as a result of those years I’ve been afraid of going back to either school or a minimum wage job. I know if I return to a job like that it will pull me back into a mental space that I'm just not willing to sacrifice myself to, and as far as College goes, I simply can’t afford it. However, with deciding to become a freelance artist I've dedicated my time to trying to build myself back up with my art and create a presence online where I can simultaneously do what I know makes me happy while also earning a living off of it. My progress has been slow and over the years I've felt like I've hit a standstill which brings me to my overall goal of wanting to move out. As I mentioned before I had been making attempts to move since around the time I worked in retail. Things haven’t panned out since then as I am still struggling to try and build up my store/Patreon/overall customer basis online. Unfortunately, also within these past few years tensions have been at a pretty constant high in my household because of it. There’s an added weight of still being so reliant on my parents after all these years and it being used against me, that the stress I’ve accumulated from it has kept me from being as productive as I would like. Recently with some current events I’ve just about hit a breaking point and am willing to do anything I can in order to save up so I can officially move out. I’m incredibly tired emotionally from still being here and I’ve started to take serious steps to making this move happen. Luckily I’ve been able to find a friend I can move out with so I won’t be paying rent on my own and I’ve calculated how much I could potentially make a month if I stick to a packed workload schedule. It’s not ideal but I’ve committed to this freelance work and I’m willing to work as hard as I can to reach my goal, and if all goes well then by this time next year i’ll be able to move out.

In writing this I hope that I can ask for support in helping me raise enough so I can try and move out of an unhealthy situation into hopefully something better.  

And to be clear I'm not doing a kickstarter or gofund me. That’s just simply not something this warrants. I know have options and I know that all I need to do is to work much much harder than someone with a 9to5 in order to earn what I need. The only reason I decided to write this out is to share WHY your support is so incredibly important to me and why sharing my work to anyone you can is very essential to my livelihood. Right now, I am very far away from earning nearly enough on a monthly basis in order to move out within a year, but I'm hoping that can change for the better. I simply ask for those who support my work to continue to do so and for those who haven’t and are absolutely financially able to consider supporting my work and share it with anyone you know. Whether it’s commissions, store merch, Patreon rewards, ko-fi etc. Every tiny bit helps me so much!  

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Here are the ways you can support me!

✪ Patreon: With the cheapest tier being 2$ a month you guys can get early access to all of my artwork a month in advance as well as other bonus content at the 2$ and above tier that is exclusive to patrons only. I have details about my rewards and goals on my Patreon that you don’t have to pay to view! Simply visit my homepage and browse through the rewards and bio to see if it interests you! 

✪ Ko-fi: I recently added a moving goal fund there which will show its progress with each kofi donation! The goal is ambitions and I don’t really expect to reach it but I wanted to just aim high and try and earn as much as I can. Also, I do sketch commissions there occasionally and may do other types of small commissions. So, if you’d like to support me while also getting something for yourself keep an eye out for my announcements on my twitter! 

✪ Commissions/adoptables: I’m going to officially be opening up my commissions soon but before that I wanted to try my hand at selling some adoptables! I’ll have more information about them after I finish up my current batch of commissions but I'm going to try and stick to those for now with some small YCH commissions sprinkled in between. After those though I’ll be opening up regular commissions again ^^ 

✪ Etsy:  I’m actually not sure If I'm going to keep my store up for much longer since I get charged a fee on each listing but before it closes you could help support me by buying merch from my store! 

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And lastly, I want to thank everyone who took the time to read through this and for those who follow me/support me in any way that you can. Even your reblogs/retweets on my work mean so much to me and help me so much I could never fully express how much I’m thankful to have such an amazing and lovely following of people <3 Thank you for your time

[fruitchakra]

yes!!! i would have enjoyed AiB so much better if i didn’t compare it to SG (my fault for believing facebook comments...) because the only similarity is that they both feature games that people play for their lives.

if i had to compare SG to a contemporary series, it'd be Black Mirror. they both illustrate the very real horrors of how life would be if something (capitalism, social media, politics, etc) was taken a little bit further - or how things could be in the near future. they’re both also really heavy on social critique, which AiB doesn’t really go into.

🧐 why are people comparing Alice in Borderland and Squid game?

While yes they both are about people in deathly games, beyond that, they really aren't comparable? Barely any of the characters are similar, not even the antagonists (Deok-Su and Niragi) can be compared and certainly not Arisu and Gi-Hun, they're so different.

Alice's main theme is of guilt, forgiveness, death and understanding human life.

Squid game's theme is of capitalism, poverty and how rich people thrive on poor people's pain.

They couldn't be any more different.

[archieimagines]

Imagine finding Niragi after the Beach.

first time writing aib! i haven't written in a while so i was definitely a little rusty, but i'll have more free time from now on so ideally the next ones will be better! warnings: niragi. a drastically unhealthy relationship (of course), niragi slander, burn injuries and gore, guns, problematic grief, mentions of massacre. if you have any triggers i doubt you'd want to even look at this man, apologies. requested by: @nonsocosamett3r3. can't tag, but i hope you see this! for now, aib requests are open! written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

The store was quiet, only tainted by the sound of lit gas heating your ramen and the quiet bubbling of the soup.

Your eyes fixed on the flame like it was magnetic. After the horrors of the Beach, something just drew you to it. That little flame…

Amazing.

Amazing how something so small could grow so big that it would engulf the whole resort. The whole community. Your whole future, and who you'd planned to spend it with.

You’d loved Suguru for so long, even before you’d arrived in this world. You’d vowed to love him as long as you were alive, but that was before he’d given into his brewing internal sickness.

It hurt too hard to think it. It utterly carved your heart to think that his only relief from himself might take fire and flames. The only way to be kind to him would be to let him die, and finally, it came. He was better off dead, and yet... you couldn’t help aching for him.

He was the one person you’d come into this with. The one person you knew you could trust. Even when he was at his worst. 

You shook your head. It wouldn’t do to dwell on how he’d protected you from the witch trial. How he’d given you a pistol and told you to hide on the roof. “Wait for me up there,” he’d said, a firm hand on your back to nudge you towards the stairs, his spare pistol pressed into your palms. “Anyone aims at you and they’re dead.”

Even at his worst, his most unhinged, he still took care of you. He was never all ba-

No. Thinking like this would only make it harder. You needed to focus on how he was a murderer, how he was manic, how he embodied all of humanity’s darkest traits. Perhaps then, you could function in this world without him.

A sigh. The cooker’s flame danced before you, and all you could see in your mind was Niragi. How the fire clung to him. How he screamed and thrashed—

You shut the gas off.

No, you couldn’t look at it. The flame.

The spices in the ramen no longer smelled good; they churned your stomach and the burn of suppressed tears sat in your sinuses. Your head dropped into your hands, the heels of your palms pressed to your eyes. You wouldn’t cry over him. He was a murderer. A sadistic, psychopathic, narcissistic—

A clatter behind you.

“Auh, phuck.”

Panic pushed you to your feet, your breath hitched. You’d perched in the homewares aisle with your campfire cooker, and wherever that distorted voice came from was barely two aisles back.

It was so dark, you were so tired, and so many people hated you. Not even through any fault of your own. You didn’t choose to love the most hated man at the Beach. You were an easy target and anyone who recognised you surely wouldn’t hesitate, so you grabbed for the pistol from your belt and readied yourself for an assault. You’d not die at the hands of an angry Beach resident tonight.

Slow footsteps took you through the store, startled every time you heard a grunt or a clash. Someone was rummaging through the shelves and audibly struggling.

The smash of a glass bottle on the floor, then a strained voice. “Phuckin ‘ell.”

You neared the corner of the aisle and peered around, pistol held out before you. You only hoped they couldn’t hear the trembling rattle of your hold on it.

What you saw was inconclusive. Someone with a flashlight held in their mouth, pointed at shelves full of medical wares. They struggled with gathering supplies, knocking them over instead and hissing in pain, but you couldn’t gather a single feature.

This was your chance to strike a new alliance. They were clearly wounded and in no fighting condition, so you could easily best them if you needed to, but… Would it really be worth it to make a connection with someone that may surely hold back your chances in a game?

You had half a mind to turn away, leave them to their own struggling devices-

But the choice was taken. A loud groan and the flashlight dropped from the person’s mouth, clattered to the floor, and rolled a few inches.

The stream of light pointed directly to your shoe and lit up the tip of your weapon.

You might’ve expected the person to be startled with the realisation that they weren’t alone, to stumble back or at least gasp. But instead, you were met with an audible sneer.

“Ah. Gonna kill me?”

The end of your pistol still pointed into the darkness, though you could just barely see the silhouette of your target. And oh, you quivered. Your aim was as fractured as your heart, and you’d never held anyone in place with your aim before. It was clear to see.

A familiar snort. “You couldn’t hit me if you tried.”

Your brows tugged together. Your voice had left you entirely, chest heaving with the growing panic at how this tall figure found no sense of danger in you. And yet, that voice was so…

“S-Suguru?”

“Oh?” A beat of silence, and then a soft, sore laugh. “I taught you better than to tremble, baby.”

You almost dropped the pistol. It couldn’t be. You’d seen him fall off the roof shrouded in flame, and it’d been long days. Death was the only escape for him, and he needed it. But here he was, and you couldn’t help but hope it was true.

You dove for that flashlight to check that your wants hadn’t deceived you and scooped it up to point directly at Niragi to take him in in all his… misery.

Your heart broke. The sound of it was a distraught gasp, instant tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Suguru…”

His gorgeous skin was rippled with the fusion of the fire. His hair ragged and burnt, chest and arms crimson, raw and leaking with infectious fluids.

His face scrunched with immediate hatred, his voice a pained hiss as he turned away. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking pity me.”

“I’m not-“

“Don’t.”

Ah, this was your Suguru. Blunt and dismissive, hostile even to you, but you knew how to handle him. You didn’t let him see dizzying wave of relief that drowned you, you held back those tears. Even if he was the most hated man in this realm, he was yours. You weren’t alone in this world anymore.

You took a brief moment to breathe and let your head calm before stepping in close, light shining on his arms. The skin had melted, black patches of fabric stuck into his skin, all the way up to his bare torso. But he didn’t like you looking.

He snatched away the light and the next thing you knew, you were blinded. Your eyes squinted against it, blinking, brows tugged together as you tried to seek out his face once more against the light.

A delicate hand to your cheek, a soft sigh. That was the sound of lazy Sunday mornings with him, the sound he’d always made with his nose buried into your hair.

You let your eyes close, transporting back to simpler times with his touch. His thumb ran so gently across your cheekbone and for the briefest moment you could pretend things were normal, that he was just your boyfriend back in Tokyo. Your beautiful, troubled, bespectacled boyfriend.

If only he didn’t smell of ash and molten flesh, you could have convinced yourself that nothing had changed.

His touch dropped away, the light directed away and your eyelids fluttered open once more. His gaze was so soft on yours. How could this boy with beautiful doe eyes ever hurt another? Perhaps… Just perhaps, he’d learned his lesson. He didn’t deserve this life.

“Let me see,” you murmured, carefully taking the flashlight from his hold. He was like a lost child as he watched you inspect his chest, so gentle as you opened his shirt to see the scarring. You couldn’t help the grimace as you peeled some of the sticky fabric from yellowed, skinless flesh, but he didn’t even wince. He just watched you quietly, intimately.

You met that gaze, and the butterflies in your chest were dizzying. “I’ll dress it for you. Okay?”

A grunt of agreement.