#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]

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[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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!

[itsclydebitches]

Me finishing S2 of Alice in Borderland: Wow!!! God, what an emotional gut-punch. The Land wasn’t some sci-fi virtual reality or any of the other cliches Mira was peddling, but rather a limbo where the games represent the characters fighting for their lives in the real world. And sure, an afterlife-esque explanation isn’t the most original, but often the most common endings are common for a reason. And this one fits perfectly. Rather than a cop-out “They were already dead from the start,” I interpret the games as being their actual deaths and those who had the will to live (alongside some inevitable luck and, as Karube points out, help from others) end up pulling through in the real world too, rather than the real world dictating what happens in the games. Which means everything we witnessed still keeps its emotional significance. We get that perfect, happy ending without erasing their hardships because the hardships are what got them that ending. It turns out they were really playing the games for the same reason they always have: to survive. And everything else seems to near perfectly line up with our explanation. We know now why some characters hung on despite numerous, horrific injuries and others perished from comparatively minor stuff. It’s not just a suspension of disbelief on the audience’s part, but an in-world representation of who is fighting the hardest to come back from the brink. If the Land is a limbo--one seemingly created for this specific tragedy--we know now why people are arriving at different times (their hearts aren’t all stopping simultaneously), and the limbo decays as fewer victims of the strike arrive and more make their choice, slowly eroding as it nears the point when no one else will need it. We see those who choose to test future “players” before inevitably passing on themselves. We see how even though Anne “dies,” Kuina deciding that they’ll go back together gives her the strength to pull through her surgery. We know now how they’ll meet again and become friends! That’s also just an awesome example of how you can kill a trans characters for the “realism” (everyone in that fight came out the worse for it) without actually removing her from the narrative/denying her a happy ending. We understand what the woman meant about those not being fireworks. We have a resolution that actually allows the survivors to return home in a way that makes sense (seriously, if people just popped back into the real world having remembered the games, wouldn’t they be talking about it?) while still keeping the core of what they learned. None of them need to remember the exact events because they’ve maintained both their newfound hope and just enough residual connection to recognize one enough and re-establish those bonds--perhaps an explanation for what we’d otherwise call “fate” or “soulmates.” They played the game of life and they won. They get to live! All they wanted was to do extraordinarily normal things together and now they can!! Walking out that door and the cards blowing away is the perfect endi--

AiB:

Me: what.

[tattas-beloved-hat]

OOC Announcement!!

Hi everyone, I might have to close requests and asks because I'm going on a three-day school trip in a week and wi-fi + time will be really little. though you can still send them, I'll respond at least a few days later (this trip has caused a lot of anxiety for me:/) so sorry in advance for the inconvenience!! This blog will still be active though! :)

I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you all for the support I've gotten on this account, I really didn't think our boy Tatta stole so many hearts!! Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you: I'll try to be more active, I love receiving everyone's asks!!

Once again, I'm extremely grateful for all of you, thank you!!

I'll try to post an edit for aro week (since me, the creator, is aromantic) of my aro spectrum headcannons for the AIB characters on tiktok (user is @DOAmybeloved), I don't post there much, but it's fun!!

(personal HC: Transmasc Aroace Bi Tatta anyone??)

[flora-of-the-moon]

Tag game

Thanks @heraldofcrow! I'm writing this at school with shitty wifi so apologies for any grammar mistakes

1. Nickname: I’ve always been called Gg. Or just G. Either one works and I like both

2. Height: 5’1 (I’m a shortass)

3. Sign: Virgo

4. Last Google search: "How to sew pointe shoes". I haven't gotten a new pair in a while so I kinda forgot how to lol

5. Song stuck in my head: My friend will not stop playing "Sweet but Psycho" and it's driving me crazy 💀

6. Number of followers: I haven't done a bot purge in a while, but it currently says 63

7. Amount of sleep: About 5 on school nights. 10 on weekends. Not good I know lmao

8. Dream job: Cosmologist

9. Wearing: Lacy white top with black leggings (red lipstick too)

10. Movie/book that summarizes you: Alice in Wonderland (I've always had a love for it and am not saying this just because my current obsession is AiB lmao).

11. Aesthetic: Sci-fi sprinkled with some fantasy

12. Favorite authors: J. R. R. Tolkien is the only name that I can think of lol. I like to jump around and discover new books and authors so I don't really have a favorite

13. Favorite song: In my choir, we had to sing this beautiful song called 'O Love' (by Elaine Hagenberg), and let me just tell you...we made the audience cry

14. Favorite instrument: I've always had a fondness for the harp. Ever since I was little I've always wanted to play it, but I just don't have the time to learn

15. Random fact: I was born with clubbed thumbs, which basically means my thumbs are just really tiny and stocky (I can't type or grip stuff that well because of it lmao)

Just gonna tag a few people since everything is laggy, but if anyone else wants to do this feel free!

@fantomette22 @winchestersdarling @owl-mug

[terapeutvindecareemotionala435]

Solutii ideale pentru vindecarea traumelor

Unii oameni se refera la psihoterapie ca fiind "tratamentul prin vorbire" deoarece se bazeaza pe comunicarea dintre psihotrerapeut si un grup de persoane cu probleme similare. Unele forme de psihoterapie folosesc si alte tipuri de comunicare, inclusiv pin scris, opere de arta, povesti narative sau muzica. Sesiunile au loc in cadrul unei intalniri structurate dintre terapeut si pacient (sau pacienti). Majoritatea psihologilor afirma ca abordarile medicale vizeaza suferinta ca pe un simptom al unei afectiuni, asa cum vad si simptomele problemelor fizice. Prin urmare, un psihiatru sau un neurolog vor stabili un diagnostic (ex: tulburare ob sesiv compulsiva, depresie, tulburare post-traumatica) si vor prescrie medicamente, ca apoi sa recomande si o eventuala interventie psihologica. Acest tip de terapie se concentreaza pe sprijinirea pacientului in a intelege cum schimbarea comportamentului poate duce la modificari ale starii de spirit. Accentul este pus pe cresterea implicarii sociale a pacientului. Aceasta abordare "masoara"activitatile pacientului si incearca sa mareasca posibilitatea ca acesta sa aibe experiente pozitive.

Cum te ajuta colaborarea cu un terapeut vindecare emotionala?

Secretele de familie sunt adesea transmise din generatie in generatie, iar acestea pot fi foarte daunatoare. Ele pot crea o distanta intre oameni si pot face dificila increderea si intimitatea cu ceilalti. De asemenea, pot duce la sentimente de rusine si vinovatie si ii pot impiedica pe oameni sa traiasca o viata deplina si autentica. Daca ati purtat cu voi rusinea greselilor din trecut sau v-ati simtit deconectat de membrii familiei dumneavoastra, va poate ajuta sa rupeti aceste tipare. Procesul de constelatie poate fi o experienta cu adevarat transformatoare, asa ca nu va fie teama sa o explorati si sa vedeti ce va poate oferi! Acesti factori de stres pot include orice, de la moartea unei persoane dragi pana la incheierea unei relatii sau experienta unui dezastru natural. De fapt, prevalenta problemelor de sanatate mintala a crescut de-a lungul timpului, ajungand ca aproape 20% dintre oameni sa traiasca cu un anumit tip de boala mintala.

Cum gasesc un terapeut holistic Iasi?

Prin terapie aflăm lucruri despre noi. Prin dialogul cu terapeutul și prin relația terapeutică dezvoltată, reușim să completăm traseul dintre noi și ceea ce ne înconjoară: vom identifica ceea ce știm și noi și ceilalți despre noi, vom dezvălui ce știm despre noi iar celorlalți le este necunoscut, vom descoperi ce lucruri văd ceilalți la noi dar ne sunt necunoscute și, poate și mai interesant, vom scoate la iveală lucruri neștiute nici de ceilalți, nici de noi. Zone oarbe ale personalității noastre vor fi aduse la suprafață. Terapia ne oferă claritate, precum o lupă dezvăluie detaliile unei imagini. Terapia reprezintă educația despre propria persoană și spațiul de explorare – ne ajută să facem legătura dintre un eveniment și reacția noastră, ne ajută să conștientizăm impactul gândurilor și emoțiilor noastre asupra sănătății și impactul pe care noi îl avem asupra celor din jur. La autodescoperire, insight-uri, la relationare pe niste baze mult mai sanatoase, la cresterea capacitatii de a munci si iubi, la impacarea cu trecutul si cu evenimentele neplacute, la integrarea experientelor traumatizante, la atribuirea de sens si coerenta propriului destin, intelegerea si acceptarea propriei singuratati, la regasirea bucuriei de a trai individual sau alaturi de ceilalti, la adecvarea in pielea proprie.

Sedinte de constelatii familiale Iasi

Constelatia familiala este un proces care va ajuta sa obtineti o perspectiva asupra dinamicii familiei dumneavoastra. De asemenea, el strapunge izolarea si secretul pe care le gasim adesea in familii, precum si alte modele vechi de care poate nici macar nu suntem constienti. Am adaptat aceasta tehnica straveche pentru a o folosi cu persoanele care cauta sa inteleaga dinamica familiala personala si sa se vindece de orice tipare disfunctionale pe care le-ar putea intalni. Intr-o scurta descriere: Practicianul creeaza personaje (numite "constelatori") folosind scaune, paturi si recuzita pentru a reprezenta fiecare individ care este facilitat; o persoana joaca rolul unui observator; toti ceilalti joaca un rol bazat pe cine sunt in familia lor din viata reala (de exemplu, mama, tatal, fratele sau sora). Procesul de constelatie incepe cu alegerea de catre fiecare persoana a unui rol din lista de mai jos. Apoi isi alege un scaun in centrul camerei si se aseaza pe el timp de aproximativ 20 de minute. De obicei, li se va cere sa ramana in tacere, desi, uneori, un facilitator le poate cere sa spuna ceva sau le poate pune o intrebare care sa reprezinte tiparul pe care incearca sa il inteleaga si sa il rupa.

Cauti un terapeut vindecarea transgenerationala?

Modul in care simtim este determninat de ceea ce gandim- aceasta este teoria din spatele terapiei cognitive. De exemplu, daca o persoana sufera de depresie, acesta ar putea fi rezultatul unei gandiri gresite. Daca convingerile gresite ale unei persoane ssunt corectate, perceptia pacientului asupra anumitor evenimente si asupra propriei stari de spirit se pot schimba in bine. Un terapeut specializat pe probleme de familie observa simptomele pacientului in contextul familial. Spre exemplu, daca un pacient sufera de depresie, cauza spre care se indreapta acest tip de terapie este o eventuala problema in interiorul familiei. In acest caz, relatiile interpersonale ale pacientului sunt punctul central al sedintelor- modul in care acesta relationeaza cu alte persoane ar putea avea un impact asupra depresiei. Terapeutul poate incepe prin a ajuta pacientul sa identifice o emotie si sursa acesteia.

De îndată ce privim în față vulnerabilitățile, odată ce le discutăm și le înțelegem rolul și sursa, vom ajunge să le folosim în favoarea noastră. În același timp, prin terapie învățăm să nu mai comunicăm ca formă de reacție la cuvintele celor din jur. Învățăm să creăm un spațiu până să oferim o reacție la un stimul anume. De multe ori, atunci când o persoană ne spune lucruri jignitoare sau dureroase, instinctul este să răspundem la fel. Terapia ne învață să avem răbdare în comunicare și să dialogăm în moduri mai constructive. Învățăm să răspundem, nu să reacționăm. Mai mult, poate că în viața de zi cu zi nu ne oferim timpul necesar pentru a discuta și a analiza ce simțim sau cum ne-am simțit în ultima perioadă. Terapia ne oferă ocazia de a ne confrunta sentimentele.

Terapia iti ofera posibilitatea de a-ti examina actiunile din trecut si evenimentele care te-au marcat, pentru a-ti invata lectiile de viata necesare unui prezent armonios si unui viitor optimist. Trecutul ne defineste, dar nu trebuie lasat sa influenteze nefast viitorul. In astfel de situatii, terapeutul te poate ajuta sa-ti reamintesti cine esti si ce poti face, iti poate deschide mintea, te poate ajuta sa vezi lucrurile dintr-o perspectiva favorabila si sa te focusezi asupra a tot ce-i valoros in viata ta. Degradarea starii psihice si emotionale a facut ca unele state sa ia masuri imediate. Un exemplu este al Frantei care a anuntat ca va acoperi costurile a 8 sedinte de psihoterapie pentru tratamentul tulburarilor psihologice ale tuturor francezilor care au o trimitere de la medicul de familie.

[bartholomaus]

Înțeleg că postul meu de ieri despre Rebreanu a zgândărit pe cunoscătorii literaturii române, care îl consideră un afront.

Dragi cunoscători, liniștiți-vă: nu e un afront, e realitatea.

Și calmați-vă din încă un motiv: literatura română este una marginală, extrem de slăbuță calitativ și insignifiantă cantitativ.

E o literatură bună pentru niște țărănuși neevoluați, care și-au făcut studiile (dacă le putem numi astfel) la școala din sat, sau pentru niște oameni simpli de la oraș, cu seralul neterminat.

Dar literatura română, inclusiv Rebreanu, nu pot fi calificați drept mare literatură, capodopere, autori mari etc. Sunt autori minori ai unei literaturi minore.

De aceea, nu vă mai dați de ceasul morții. Nu merită. Vă face rău la sănătate.

A, și încercați să mai citiți și literatura cu adevărat mare, literatura universală. Britanică, franceză, germană, italiană, spaniolă, portugheză, americană, japoneză. Literatura Commonwealth-ului. Ca să puteți avea termeni de comparație.

Garantat, după ce vă veți extinde orizonturile, după ce veți ieși intelectual dintre hotarele satului, veți înceta de îndată să vă mai dați de ceasul morții.

Pentru că veți putea aprecia exact care este locul literaturii române. O literatură modestă, dintr-un spațiu cultural și mai modest, dar cu oameni fuduli foarte.

Fuduli fără acoperire. --- În orice caz, cultura română este una foarte recentă, chiar în comparație cu cea a vecinilor. Maghiarii, trimiși cu regularitate în Mongolia de urmașii ipoteticilor troglodiți pitiți prin văgăunile din Carpați, aveau biblia tradusă cu un secol înainte de primul document în limba română, scrisoarea lui Neacșu din Câmpulung (1521), iar primul text păstrat în maghiară datează din 1193-1195 și este o predică de o forță poetică remarcabilă, nu doar o misivă scrisă în grabă. Psaltirea sârbească datează din 1370. Unul dintre primele texte în bulgară datează din 1015 (inscripția din Bitola) etc. O literatură de calitate trebuie să aibe multe secole în spate, ceea ce nu e cazul la români, care au avut neșansa să fie păstoriți de o biserică ortodoxă refractară nu numai limbii vernaculare, ci în general științei în sensul cel mai larg. Alta ar fi fost situația (cel puțin în Transilvania), dacă Reforma calvină ar fi avut succes. Începuturile erau promițătoare. Așa a învins obscurantismul pravoslavnic, în special cel de observanță extracarpatică. Fără Reformă, fără Iluminism a ieșit ce a ieșit. O spune un teolog romano-catolic cu doi străbunici români ortodocși, unul reformat și restul romano-catolici. --- Din nefericire, cultul sărăciei, (furtul de cireșe ale lui Creangă, ciordeala cățelușului cu părul creț, etc, ridicate la rang de virtuți) narodnicismul sub o formă sau alta, au avut rezultate dezastruoase. În ciuda faptului că Statutul PCR admitea critica. Acum, critica de pe alte poziții decât ale posesorului ”adevărului absolut”, se interpretează a fi trădare, vânzare, anti-românism. Este ca și cum, un medic dă un diagnostic greșit cu bună știință iar familia așteaptă ca tratamentul greșit să însănătoșească bolnavul. România nu se va însănătoși în veci. Dacă zilee acestea, educația ”odelor” pusă în fapt lui madam Lipa în 2024 are adepți, cireașa de pe tort este că omul care a ”suferit” făcând performanță, chiar și în 2024 e de acord cu atitudinea. Asta înseamnă perpetuarea Educației greșite. Încremeniți în timp... --- Se dau de ceasul morții niște oameni simpli, care nu citesc, care, dacă citesc, au rămas la rudimentele literaturii din manualul de Română, dar care vor ca noi toți să fim la fel de negânditori ca și ei, să venerăm prostește, ca și ei, niște gioarse și niște produse culturale de slabă calitate, pe scurt, să fim stupizi ca ei. Or, asta nu se poate. --- Un exemplu de gonflare locala, cu evidente pusee de buric al universului, care denota adanci si grave complexe in toate straturile societatii: acum cativa ani, la o discutie cu niste antreprenori din domeniul artei, in Olanda, incep sa le vorbesc laudativ de geniile picturii bastinase. O fac cu aplomb si convingere, rezultat al aceleiasi ideologii stupide a exceptionalismului bastinas. Oamenii ma asculta politicos, ca doar nu erau romanosi de-ai nostri, gata sa-ti zica de mama, dumnezei, sfinti de indata ce nu le place ce zici. Oameni civilizati, cu deprinderea conversației si nu maimute urlatoare. Deci ma asculta si ma lasa sa termin laudatio la adresa pictorilor autohtoni. Dupa ce inchei se indreapta unul din ei la biblioteca plina cu albume, anuare, d'astea, scoate un ceaslov gros de tot, mi-l pune in fata si-mi spune sa-i arat unde sunt "geniile" de care vorbesc in catalogul respectiv. Si completeaza: "aici sunt toti, din toata lumea, iar daca nu esti aici, nu existi!".

Evident ca n-am gasit nici unul din cei cu care ne-a fost umflat capul continuu ca au dat ora exacta in pictura, ca "genii", ca "unici", ma rog, d'astea de natie complexata care se crede vesnic oropsita de raii care nu-i recunosc primatul in descoperirea gaurii de la macaroana. Concluzia? Personal a fost un dus rece si am realizat ca, cu cateva rare exceptii si si alea, sireacele, au performat in strainatate, ca aici le dadeau toti ineptii si stupizii fuduli in cap, de fapt avem doar o prezenta minora pe scena internationala, in toate domeniile si m-am si vindecat instant de tâmpenia gonflarii unor merite inexistente de catre un curent stupid care propaga un exceptionalism tampit. Asa ca sa sedem calmi ca nu reprezentam mare lucru in nici un domeniu oricat se straduie propaganda nationalista sa ne convinga de cotrariu.

-- Doamnă, singurele junghiuri și jene sunt cele ale dvs. și ale întregii congregații de țărani urbanizați care știu foarte bine că n-au produs nimic notabil, că amprenta culturală românească e de toată jena- dar fudulia țărănească și mizerabila genă balcanică, atavisme ancestrale, îi determină la hiperbolizări gongorice. -- Vorbe goale în buna tradiție a fosei septice a umanității care sunt Balcanii. Și toate locurile comune și clișeele pustiitoare de cultură minoră, balcanică și marginală, pe care le repetați cu o frenezie și cu o voluptate demnă de ceva mai bun.

[enigmalestari]

Para 🐷 Pelacur tetangga Ga tidur2 demi DAGANG PILAT, MABOK, GA DOYAN BOBOK DOYANNYA MABOK, DAGANG PILAT, OTAK BUSUK, HATI BUSUK, PILAT KOYQK2, TERONG PILAT BUSUK WALAUPUN 20 X DI CUCI KERING SEPULANG PERGI DAGANG PILAT - JAJAN PILAT, MERUSAK BARANG MILIK ORANG LAIN DI EKSPEDISI ( DIAMBIL DI EKSPEDISI) MASUK KE 🏡 SAAT PEMILIK 🏡 PERGI BELANJA, GA DI 🏡 SAAT PEMILIK LAGI LIBURAN, PARA 🐷 MISKIN, PELACUR, PEZINAH, PENJAHAT KELAMIN MASUK KE 🏡 DAN MERUSAK ALAT2 DI 🏡 KOMPOR GAS, PANCI MASAK, KUALI, DLL, SEBAB PARA 🐷 PELACUR NGAKU KERJA KERAS PADA HAL MEREKA CUMA DAGANG PILAT, NGAKU KERJA KERAS NGAKU BAIK PADA HAL TAIK, GA ADA KELEBIHAN BANYAK AIB. MERUSAK YG BAGUS SAJA KERJANYA KARENA MEREKA SELALU IRI SEBAB MEREKA SEMUA CUMA RAMAI2 SAMPAH, GA ADA KELEBIHAN BANYAK AIB, KUMPUL RAMAI2 DI 🏚 BORDILNYA, DI 🏚 TETANGGANYA BUAT MAKAN PILAT, DAGANG PILAT, GA ADA KELEBIHAN BANYAK. AIB, BAHKAN APAPUN DALAM DIRI MEREKA SEMUA TDK BERHARGA, TDK ADA ADA APAPUN YG MAMPU MEREKA LAKUKAN DGN OTAK KOTOR, HATI BUSUK & KELAMIN/PILAT BUSUK KOYAK2 NYA, DGN PILAT RONGSOKAN MEREKA YG TIAP HARI MEREKA DAGANG KAN ITU. KARENA GA ADA FUNGSI DIRI MEREKA YG BERGUNA MAKANYA ITU PARA 🐷 PELACUR CUMA BISANYA MERUSAK SAJA, JADI DEMI HUKUM, KEADILAN & KEBAIKAN BERSAMA MEREKA SEMUA SUDAH WAKTUNYA FI BINASAKAN MASSAL, TANPA BELAS KASIHAN, TANPA KEMURAHAN HATI, SUDAH WAKTUNYA MEREKA SEMUA MATI.

[archieimagines]

when they make you laugh | aib

How they react when they make you laugh for the first time since arriving in Borderland.

Chishiya, Ann, Kuina and Niragi.

i really really love writing for aib, and i really really want to marry ann. warnings: this is mostly fluff but jealousy and threats are included (would it even be niragi if this wasn’t the case?) requested by: anon (thank you!) written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

Chishiya

Chishiya would be puzzled. Hearing your laugh ring through the Beach’s hallway from beside him when hardly much had happened-- What suddenly brought that out of you? You, who hadn’t so much as smirked once since arriving in the Borderlands?

He wouldn’t stop walking until you’d finally keeled over, resting against the wall in your laughter, and he’d simply stand there and watch you, tempted to give into the smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips. Ah yes, that laugh is contagious, but it’d only properly catch on when he realises it’s his own words that brought it out of you.

Gasping words out through your bursts of laughter, not paying half a mind to the bikini-clad girls that spared you judgemental glances as you try to communicate what exactly of Chishiya’s words tickled you so-- But it’d barely come out clear enough to make sense.

But it wouldn’t matter. He’d finally give into the tickle inside his own chest, the softest laugh of humour bubbling out as he stands there, hands in his pockets and tender eyes on your giggling form. It’s the first time since arriving that he’s seen you like this, and what a sight to behold.

Ann

Ann isn’t phased by much, but your sudden laughter gracing her ears would startle her. She’d jump, hair swishing out of that perfect positioning when she turns to look at you. She’d think there’s something wrong at first, scan the area to see what might’ve possibly brought you to this, wonder if perhaps Borderland has finally taken its toll on you. She’s heard plenty of stories of psychosis manifesting in laughter from her work life, but this… Doesn’t seem to be the case.

She’d ask what was up, ask if you’re feeling okay, hold your face still to feel your forehead for a temperature. This, however, would only bring out more bubbling laughter as you tuck her hair behind her ear again, back where it belongs.

“You’re so funny, Ann,” you’d say, “And you don’t even realise.”

She’d blink. No, she’s never been considered the funny type.

It’s not until you describe to her that it’s purely because she’s so serious, so endearing, that you couldn’t help yourself. Perhaps things really were catching up to you, and you finally let up on all the pressures from the games. Hell, you were gonna die anyway. Why not share laughter when your love is this morbidly endearing in her antics?

Kuina

Kuina would have missed your laughter. She’d struggle with your newly introverted self, noticing how all the games have worn you down in the weeks of being here, and it’s not until one time that you get a little bit too drunk a little bit too quickly in the Beach’s nightclub that you’d finally be able to spill your sense of humour all over her again.

It would be the silliest of things; Kuina’s reaction to a guy hitting on her or an animated fall on the dancefloor that you’d just so happened to witness, but it would shock your body with waves and waves of giggles.

Kuina’s reaction would be instant. Her face would light up, teeth showing and eyes shining as she drank in the sight of you losing control of your body, weak at the knees and relying on Kuina’s arm around your middle to keep you up. Soon, the pair of you would be creasing with tears in your eyes, and she’s definitely the type that lightly hits whoever happens to be in her reach as she cackles. Afterwards, the air around you would be drastically lighter. She’d be thrilled to have you back.

Niragi

Niragi would be suspicious of your laughter. He’d stare at you with a brow and corner of his lips raised, practically with a question mark over his head as he eyes you. He’d demand to know what’s so funny, what’s suddenly happened to you-- but on hearing that he’d just said something in such a way that struck you funny, he’d guffaw in dismissal. Though, hidden inside, his chest would swell with pride and a curl would remain on his lips for a long while after, throwing out certain remarks to try and catch you in a giggle fit once more. Every time it works, a strange glow of acceptance would find a home in his chest.

If, god forbid, anyone else had been the first to make you laugh, he’d want their head on a plate. And you know he’d have it, too, unless it were Chishiya. Perhaps Chishiya’s eyeroll to something Niragi had said would set you off, or even worse, something he’d said-- Niragi would lose his shit. He’d yell at you once the moment had passed, having let it brew for moments before. How dare you humiliate him? Unite with Chishiya against him? Of course, that wouldn’t be even a sliver of truth, and you’d have to talk him down from hunting Chishiya in the Beach’s halls.

You’d manage a soft laugh for him, holding his face to keep his attention and stop his spiralling. “Niragi,” you’d shine a smile, knowing exactly how to calm him. “He’s pitiful, and I’m yours.”

[agungarchimo]

*▶️ SUDAHKAH ENGKAU MENDOAKAN GURUMU?*📡

Di antara sikap mulia seorang murid kepada gurunya adalah di saat melihat sang guru tergelincir kepada kesalahan yaitu mendoakannya dengan tulus, sebagaimana dahulu para salaf berdoa,

اللَّهُمَّ اسْتُرْ عَيْبَ شَيْخِي عَنِّي وَلَا تُذْهِبْ بَرَكَةَ عِلْمِهِ مِنِّي

“Ya Allah tutupilah aib guruku dariku, dan janganlah kau hilangkan keberkahan ilmuya dari ku.”Karena Sang Guru bukanlah Nabi atau malaikat.(Kitab _Tadzkiroh As-saami' Wa Al-Mutakallim Fi Adabil Alim Wa Al-Muta’allim_ Hal. 88)

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