#form biru

[rachiecrown]

Thought I'd make a lil comic for two special boys in @stonegoesgodmode and I's Feather's Embers AU :D

I freehanded this thing don't flip the canvas please Some Story and design notes under the cut!

The concept basically involves Jimmy/Ageth making his friends forget who Ageth is, because he never wanted any of them to know he was working as a vigilante in the first place, yet they all found out in some way shape or form.

Jimmy's ability in this AU lets him make potions! That's why he's witch themed! For example, if he intends to make a healing potion while mixing two liquids (the liquids can be completely random), he will end up with a healing potion of a reddish liquid. (Jimmy, of course, does not realize his intent makes potions.. He thinks there's recipes to them.)

Tango/Api Biru, meanwhile, his power is Hellflame. He's a bit stronger than other blazes like him (actually, a lot stronger), and yeah, Blazeborns are catlike and have paws and tails.. which aren't pictured. (I totally didn't forget to draw the tail, nooo..)

Anyways, Tango can kinda sense something's up. Characters in the AU that aren't fully human all have some sort of instincts, and they can kinda sense when someone they consider a friend is around (ex; Avians with their Flock, Vex with their Chaos, Werewolves with their Pack, Blazes with their Inferno), Blazes don't have a strong sense of this, but Tango thinks this vigilante that just showed up out of nowhere is a bit too familiar..

Also most hybrids, can hide their hybrid features. Wings, as an example, can be folded in and kinda fused into their back in the form of mini tattoos.

[lavampira]

wip wednesday

tagged by @birues <3 and I’ll tag (with no pressure) @hythlodaes @coldshrugs @scionshtola @hylfystt @iron-sparrow @ahollowgrave @creaking-skull @daggertongue @ghostwise @fooltofancy @impossible-rat-babies if anyone has any writing or art or other creative stuff to share! mine is a bit of the rewrite I’m working on for an older sidalia fic <:

A scratchy laugh tears past her lips as D’alia ducks her head into her palms, unbidden and rough in spite of the late hour, and if warmth spreads up her cheeks, she will simply blame it on the spiced wine still clinging to her tongue and the low-burning fire behind their table. When she recovers enough to risk a sideways glance at Sidurgu, she finds that he’s still watching her, the corner of his mouth twitching with a slight quirk.

“What?” she asks.

“I haven’t heard you laugh like that.”

D’alia stifles the urge to laugh yet again as she lifts her chin to him. “And what, pray tell, do I laugh like?”

“Well, someone who can’t handle her cups, for one,” Sidurgu teases with a shake of his head, then pauses his tankard halfway to take a sip. “Happy, I suppose. A real laugh.”

“Oh.”

She runs a hand through her rosy hair, still a reflex even though she hacked it short moons ago, and hides her growing blush away from his amused gaze. Not that it matters. The weight of his continued stare pins her to her seat, setting her cheeks ablaze. But before she can form a better response, braving his face illuminated by the firelight once more, a shrill cry breaks through the night.

[myreia]

wip wednesday

tagged by @lilas, ty!! 💖

tagging: @birues @thewitchofelpis @hylfystt @anneapocalypse @lilbittymonster

@thevikingwoman @galadae @janzoo @bearlytolerant

This is from a chapter of a thing I am working on for a prompt and I may have gotten carried away with Thancred's POV but... hm. Something will happen here eventually haha. General Shadowbringers spoilers.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Water sloughs off the great giant leaves of a plant he cannot name. The artificial rain begins above, misting across the vibrant foliage, droplets pooling in the creases of its leaves until it overflows and follows the predictable pull of gravity down. Most lands in the pot below.

The rest spatters on the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound sets his teeth on edge.

Biting his tongue, Thancred opens his eyes and adjusts his position, ignoring the way sweat creeps across the nape of his neck as quickly as the droplets form on those leaves above. This was not his first choice, but as Y’shtola and Urianger have taken over the Cabinet of Curiosity, the twins are split between the Crystalline Mean and the Musica Universalis, Ryne returned to their apartment to rest, and the Wandering Stairs is dangerously alluring with its arsenal of wine and beer, there are precious few places left to be alone and think. A few Hortorium workers have taken note of him, but all have had the good grace not to inquire about his presence. Perhaps they welcome a rare new visitor watching their aquaculture in practice, or the look on his face has scared them off from asking.

Either way it suits him fine. He has no desire for trivial small talk.

Not when Aureia is dying.

Drip. Drip.

Fuck.

His crossed arms dig into his chest, his coat pulling taut in the shoulders. Strange how his mind makes all these useless connections. He would rather it didn’t. Perhaps the Hortorium was a mistake. That damn dripping is too close to rain, and thoughts of rain remind him of the outside world and the blistering sky above.

The mark of their failure. The mark of Aureia’s failure. They promised to return the night sky, and now…

His jaw clenches hard, dull pain radiating out through his teeth. It’s easy to recall when Aureia conquered the first lightwarden—the memory is seared on his heart. He was cutting through the woods in the far west of Lakeland, leading Ryne off the beaten path. Her pace was slow—stopping and starting, stopping and starting—falling further and further behind each time she paused to look at something in the distance. A dangerous thing to do in the middle of the woods with vermin all around and a powerful new sin eater sighted in the area. Finally, he had had enough. He rounded on her, a reprimand on the tip of his tongue—

He never said it.

The heavens ripped open. Ryne watched, back straight, silent and firm as the wound streaked across the sky from the north-east. From Holminster. He followed her gaze, hair raising on the nape of his neck, suspicion twisting in his gut. He reached over his shoulder for the hilt of his gunblade.

And then the sky rippled and bled black, as if every last bit of the everlasting light had been sucked out of it.

For the first time in her life, Ryne saw the night.

He knew, without question, what had happened. He knew Aureia had arrived on the First, knew she was bound to approach Lakeland’s lightwarden sooner rather than later. It was why he was ushering Ryne as far away from the Crystarium.

“Look, Thancred,” she said, her voice so small and yet so strong. “Stars.”

Stars. The likes of which Lakeland hadn’t seen in a hundred years. The likes of which they may never see again. He remembers those constellations; they were the same as the ones scattered across Mor Dhona’s skies.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He exhales a breath, staring absently at the rushing underground river and too-bright plants. Anything to push the memory from his mind. He allowed himself to become hopeful once Philia had been slain. Hopeful that there would be an end to this living nightmare. Hopeful that the First could be saved. Hopeful that Minfilia’s legacy would not be wasted in vain.

How could he not, after what they both just witnessed? How could he not, knowing that it was Aureia’s hand that changed the course?

Fool. Deep down he knew the solution was too easy, the ask too great. An expert in aetherology he is not, but he doesn’t have to be to recognize the simple truth: no one can contain that much light and keep it in check, not even the bearer of Hydaelyn’s blessing. But he chose to ignore what his instincts were screaming. It was easier that way. To choose to hope, rather than face the reality of the circumstances.

This is the one time where he wishes his instincts had not been proven right.

[roguelioness]

OC Smash or Pass: Alyzen Kaide

Tagged by @thevikingwoman, thank you! ♥

I'm very late to the game, but tagging @bearlytolerant, @galadrieljones, @darethshirl, @tadpole-apocalypse, @karygurl, @greyyourwarden, @janzoo, @hylfystt, @birues and anyone else who wants to do it!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope etc)

The Propaganda:

Quick facts:

- Height 6'1 (she isn't a highlander for nothing!) - Age: mid-30s in Endwalker - Gender: Female - Pronouns: she/her - Sexuality: demiromantic bisexual

Pros:

Tall

Can carry you if she wants to

Legs for days

Adventurous and loves to try new things

Freckles!!

Has many, many stories to entertain you with

Great tits

Excellent survival skills. Lost in the outdoors? You won't have to worry

Incredibly, incredibly protective of those she cares about

Good dancer. Will sing if you're very, very lucky

Financially savvy (and secure)

Cons:

likes violence a bit too much

dislikes asking for help

might have smooched the enemy on more than one occasion

Trauma. So. Much. Trauma.

Identity issues

Ever-decreasing levels of self-preservation

Ever-increasing levels of Ain't Nobody Got Time For That

Easily frustrated and has a short fuse

Will have to be approved of by all her friends

Wants to be Held and Cuddled but will never ask; what do you mean you can't read her mind

Details: - Generous, and a philanthropist. Has and will happily volunteer her time and resources to help those in need - Has a fondness for fishing, even if she's not very good at actually catching things - Self-sufficient; likes to make everything she needs. Will only gift things she makes to very close friends - Struggles with understanding what love and romance mean to her - Is an equal partner when it comes to flings, but prefers o relinquish control to trusted partners - almost neurotic about finances and has her assets in multiple forms; paranoid about having to rely on other's charity - Physically: strong and agile, relies more on dexterity than brute strength - Sexually: is an equal partner when it comes to flings but prefers to relinquish control to trusted partners - Emotionally: struggles with expressing her emotional wants and needs. Especially strong emotions get vented out through violence

(one last propaganda pic!)

[ghostinthehole]

Hello everyone, I am opening post-event orders for my OC Zine, Halu Rambut Biru.

order form

[jaerontaemo]

230226 — Taeyong bbl update (w/ Jaehyun)

Before the

Puma fan sign

There were many people who requested it ㅎㅎ

ㅎㅎㅎ Japan was so nice and fun

It was fun to go on a broadcast for the first time and do a meet-and-greet fan sign with czennies after a long time

It's completely Hong Gil-dong (t/n: TV series/movie franchise character based on novel who goes place to place rapidly) … now I'm in Seoul again I'm moving somewhere, but I like it because it somehow seems like I've become Hong Gil-dong ㅎ

Someday during the cherry blossom festival, I want to visit Japan again

I want to try fireworks at Hanabi again ㅎ

And to the fullest With a dream formed I'm back. It was a short time but

Let's all have a drink of nama biru (t/n: draft beer). Though I'd like half a drink. …

Ah, right …. today during the video calls I realized there were a lot of minors so now alcohol ! I won't talk about it. You can't drink it anyways.

Lets all together drink zero cola !

[starredeclipse]

Accidental Father: Day 1

(Oh my gosh a post? From me? I forget when I posted last but I have been busy. I've got art of my newest OC Api Biru, he doesn't show up quite yet in the story accidental father but he will along with many other characters. I'm currently still writing this story so I don't know if warnings will be needed, basically it has the usual Warrior cat stuff in it but it's not focused so much on the Clan and is instead about a Loner in the kittyplace. Well that's it for a introduction, enjoy the story I've written so far!)

Hercules finished his meeting with that old friend, plans were being set into motion, plans that could be life changing, he did all this just to ruin his brothers life….but when did it become more than just that? He's already done the unrepairable damage there wasn't much else that was needed to cement this fact into history. Yet here he was, planning a raid against DuskClan, he acted like it wouldn't affect him at all, just as long as his revenge got satisfied, it didn't matter if he had found love or potentially felt alive for the first time since his death, just as long as he could fulfill his revenge….nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered.

She mattered…..

The cat that threw a monkey wrench into the lions den.

A child that had been through a lot, Hercules recognized the jagged pattern, a wound where her leg should be. It was sewn and patched up but whoever she belonged….had just left her out in the cold. He sniffed her wound, it looks like the kit torn off the bandages, the scraps smelled too, infection…that's what this was. She opened her eyes and stared at him "You're eyes are funny" she meowed tiredly at him.

That's what she said to him when they first met "My eyes?" He said tilting his head "What about my eyes?" She thought really hard concentrating on what exactly was funny about them "They keep changing color, there blue and green and then suddenly they turn shades of red" she stated.

It was such a silly thing to say, such a silly observation that most adults don't even notice. "You're observant" he said with a smile that he wasn't even sure why had suddenly formed.

"I guess" she shrugged which caused her to flinch due to where her wound was. Hercules sat down "Why did you tear your bandages off?" He asked in a tone that was suddenly more quiet. "They smelled, I didn't like it, so I took them off" she said it so simply.

"They smell because you're wound is sick, how did you end up like this anyways?" He asked it despite already knowing the answer.

"A dog took my leg sir" the moment it was said out loud, it just hit different for Hercules. He was rough around the edges, held a grudge and had a thirst for revenge. He's dealt with a dog feral and rabid before…it took his life so he stole the body of his brother, if Hercules could he would launched war against the mutt that killed him but alas…that mangy flea bag bit the dust not long after its rampage. Even still, even now, dogs were the enemy and they continued to prove such things. "No child should have had to gone through this…." he said stuck in his own head.

The child laid confused at that, what did he mean? "Well everyone goes through hardship sir, this is just mine" she stated it as if the world was uncomplicated like that but nothing was that simple. "How can you be so positive about this?" He couldn't wrap his mind around what this child was saying, how could she be okay with this?

"Well…what's the point of being negative about things? It's not going to fix anything, it's just going to create more problems" she shivered from the cold as she spoke and Hercules eyes became soft. They just stared at eachother, letting the minutes pass before anybody said anything "Hey….you got a place to live?" The question even surprised him, it came on so suddenly and caught everyone involved off guard…..even Titan, who had been quiet throughout the whole day.

The child glanced back at the house, she rarely lived in the house, the twoleg said she was a outdoor cat after all….a outdoor cat stays outdoors. She only went in to eat and drink but today the door was shut and she had been left alone, this place never really felt like home to her…."I guess, not really, there's nobody here I can call my home so…I suppose I don't got one." She looked back at him and watched the color of his eyes dance with a fascination.

"Well…I guess you have one now? Then" his words came out as a question, one he never planned on saying, the child's eyes got wide "Really?" She replied and he nodded more to himself. What was he….agreeing to? He didn't, he didn't know but as he picked the kit up by her scruff he found himself walking away with the child.

She gave no protests or complaints, no she just felt a curiosity within her…but the sickness also plagued her, it made her tired and weak yet…she still had the energy to stay positive despite Hercules not understanding how she can be. The tom went to the edge of the kittyplace, in a area overgrown and covered with trees that the twolegs didn't bother to cut down sat a area where a house…it looked well kept despite it being abandoned. This was the place Hercules called home now, he really wasn't kittypet material nor was he clan or rouge…no, he had become more of a loner now that all the fun had calmed down. He found a place he could be alone and away from the clans grasp, a place he could be comfortable and almost content existing in.

Hercules went through the doggy door and padded into the living room where he sat the little she kit on the couch and wrapped her in a blanket, the house had a chill to it but it wasn't as cold as the outside world was. The blanket itself was already a improvement considering how she has been living, Hercules left and came back with a small plastic storage container that had some food pellets in it, he had snatched it from someone yesterday…he just hadn't bothered to eat all of it.

He placed it on the couch next to the kit, watching as she gobbled the remaining food up without question. She was hungry and being offered food was just the greatest thing to happen right now for her. Hercules doesn't really know what he's been doing for the next few days, he had plans to execute, things to do…but it was like…he suddenly just put those things on hold, it was almost like those things weren't as important anymore….today Hercules took the kit to Mint, the she cat of his eye and what made up his world as a whole.

She was a pet Serval but he didn't care, her breed didn't matter to him, only her as a person. Not many toms were like this…some just liked you because you were exotic. So why wasn't he just the same? Why did he feel differently? Was it love or just the beginning of something more?

He brought the child to her "The infection isn't getting any better, what should I do?" Hercules felt lost, he feared if he took her to the vet then they would take her away because he's not a queen. "Oh…oh that smells too familiar, there's a cabinet with a red circle on it, open it up and take the medicine in the yellow container out of it. It's a antibiotic that will clear this up, I'll help you figure out the dosage. My owner keeps them in because of his pet collection, he prefers treating his own animals after all." Mint meowed as she looked at the kit with endless love.

"The fact you're familiar with this surprises me honestly" Hercules expressed his surprise but she just smiled warmly at him "You're not the only cat that manages to sneak in here, most find out about my owners medicine stash and come to steal some without knowing exactly what they need. I've helped with a few wounds, been taught a few things" she said liking the surprise, she enjoyed keeping him on his toes at times, Just because she was a house cat didn't mean she didn't have knowledge of things.

Mint was a huge help in providing the medicine and helping him understand what dosage the kit needed. He wished he could stay there forever with her but soon the owner would be home to chase them out, so with a heavy sigh he took the child away, found another truck to make it his personal uber and together they sat in a tire and enjoyed the ride.

The little she kit smiled brightly as things went past them so fast it was blurry but to her it was exciting "Monster ride! Monster ride!" She chirped enjoying the wind on her fur, the feeling was the same one dogs felt when they hung there head out the window.

Hercules seemed rather unfazed by the truck ride, the wind and overall he seemed just confused on why the kit was excited about all this "Have you never been in a car before?" He asked as they waited at a light. "I don't really get out much" she said looking towards the field and staring at the cows with wide eyes and a gasp.

[B]"What are those???"

She squeaked really loud, loud enough to be piercing that caused Hercules to flinch. The tom looked over as he kept his ears flat to stop the few minutes of ringing "That's a cow, they go moo and make milk" he said to her, he didn't get the need for all the excitement but he would entertain her questions with simple answers.

The little kit gasped again "Moo Moo's!" She squeaked before the truck started going down the road again "Noooo! I wanted to meet the Moo Moo's!" She squeaked with protest when the truck started moving, she looked up at Hercules with sadness in her eyes. He raised a eyebrow, was he supposed to do something about this? "Uhm, we can come back to see the cows another time?" He offered wondering if that was the right answer and while she pouted, she nodded "Fine" she meowed finally as she watched the fields just roll on by. "Bye bye Moo Moo's" she mumbled to herself mostly.

As the drive went on the field turned into forest and more rocky terrain, the cars went by more frequently and soon they had reached the kittyplace that Hercules lived, at the next red light the tom grabbed the kit by the scruff and carefully got out of the truck, he padded to a place he claimed as his own. It looked lived in but was actually abandoned, it was the farthest from the kittyplace you could go while still being considered part of it. There was trees that hid the house and the shed that stood farther away, it was overgrown with bushes and when Leaf-bare left there would probably be other plants to join the overgrowth.

Hercules padded through the pet door and entered the livingroom, it was warmer in here but still cold for a kit and even a adult over a period of time. He's managed though so far, he set the child on the couch. She shivered as she looked at stuff with curiosity "I'll go see if I have a blanket and maybe some food" he muttered before walking off to one of the other rooms, it was a bedroom that still had some cloth materials that got left behind by twolegs once upon a time.

The brown tom with the blazing markings started tugging off the blankets and sheets from the bed, the pillow flopped to the ground ungracefully but Hercules paid it no mind as he dragged the thickest blanket back into the livingroom, it was heavy and wasn't really ideal to try to haul onto the couch, he sighed and dragged it to a random spot he deemed fine before he just put it into a sloppy nest shape. "That will have to do" he meowed going back to the kit and putting her on the blanket.

She looked at it, it was comfortable enough I guess but the child was still shaking with cold, she looked up at Hercules, her eyes saying 'what now.'

He paused "Alright more blankets I guess…" he said watching the kit a few moments more as if she was just going to stop shaking the moment she was in the presence of a blanket. He padded away and grabbed the other blanket and sheet, they were lighter, more likely made out of a different material but whatever…they would do for now. He plopped them on the kit, she squeaked at suddenly having blankets dropped on her. Hercules watched before he stuck his head under the blanket and came face first with the child that looked at him in confusion "You warm yet?" He asked her and they kind of just looked at eachother in silence before she seemed to decide "I'm warmer, it's still chilly though but I'll be fine." She chirped positively as she settled down with no complaints, this was weird to her…being taken care of that is. She wasn't sure what to ask for to improve her comfort or if she even should ask for anything, the adult seemed to know stuff so she just let him decide.

Hercules laid down his head just watching the kit watch him, he wondered what he had gotten himself into, he was not equipped for caring for children but yet here he was, a tom clearly out of his mind…probably. He booped her nose with his paw and she squeaked before laughing as he pulled away "I think I'll call you….SunRise" a fitting name he thought, she blinked at him ears perked at his words "Are you renaming me?" She asked almost offended like but not really. "Yup, deal with it, you live with me you get a new name." He meowed with a neutral tone.

She let out a fake offended gasp and bapped him in the muzzle with her front paw "Then you get a new name then! You shall be Dad, no objections!" She meowed as if that was that.

He stared at her, his eye color shifting as if he was contemplating this "Yeah No" he said getting out of the blanket and shaking off his fur. "Hey I said no objections!" She squeaked as he walked off to the kitchen and all she heard him say in response was "Deal with it" which made her cheeks puff up frustrated like.

Hercules was out of food pellets so he left to go catch a mouse or something, the idea he shouldn't leave her alone never crossed his mind as he padded around his property.

The place was nice, if he needed to make dens he could here but he didn't feel the need to do that so he just kept on walking until he tracked down a mouse and caught it without any trouble, on his walk back to the house he could have sworn he saw a snake but upon further investigating he realized it was a old garden hose, left hidden in the snow to spook someone as they walked past, he slapped the hose with a paw before he went inside, stupid hose gave him a fright but at the same time thinking snakes would be awake in Leaf-bare was a ridiculous thought to begin with.

The tom dropped the prey off next to the sloppy blanket nest and SunRise stuck her head out "What's that?" She said it as if the dead critter was a appalling offering of some sort. "Its food, I've seen you already have you're meat teeth, dig in" he muttered before he went and laid lazily on the couch.

SunRise looked at him, her expression read 'you can't be serious.' Obviously the child didn't know you were supposed to eat mice if you were a cat. He closed his eyes, the house had a fireplace but neither one of the blazing brothers actually knew how to start a fire, it seemed like something they should know given cats did call them the blazing brothers but that name was because the two toms had orange in there pelt.

So the house remained at its colder temperature, his ears flicked at the sounds of the child munching on the prey, her first taste of real food from what Hercules could tell with the sounds of it being scarfed down "Eat slow or you'll choke" he muttered simply and a few minutes later his eyes shot upon to the sound of coughing "I'm fine! It went down wrong" she meowed and the tom grumbled "I told you to eat slow" before he lifted his head to look at her like I told you so.

She puffed her cheeks in a frustrated manner "I was hungry!" SunRise meowed trying to defend her decision. "Well choking certainly won't help then" he said like a smart ass would and rolled onto his back. He hated this chill and the thought of being pinned up for the rest of the day in a cold house didn't sound ideal to him, he paused staring at the ceiling when his stomach suddenly growled and he found it the perfect excuse to go out again. "You stay here, I'm going to go find more food and uhm other stuff I guess." Hercules said with a shrug before he rolled onto his paws, stood up and got off the couch. "Okay, I'll be here" SunRise meowed watching as he left the house again, she licked her muzzle and wiggled out of the blankets.

She was still a bit unsteady given she only had three legs but she was working on it, she hobbled through the different rooms as her desire to explore her new maybe home became something she couldn't get out of her mind. She went into the bedroom that Hercules got the blankets from and explored it for its contents, there wasn't a whole lot in the room but there was still random stuff on the floor and in hidden places.

SunRise saw stuff in the closet, she looked at all of it before she dragged a shirt out and took a look at it, it wasn't really all that soft but it was cloth thus it qualified for suitable nesting material to her. The child brought it into the livingroom and dropped it on the blankets hoping that it might make things more comfortable for her.

The kit did this a few times, she found towels and pieces of clothing like shorts, sweaters, and jackets. The nest didn't look nice or anything fancy but it probably was more comfortable now at least. She settled down after she went and dragged a small teddy bear over, she's never had toys before and she like this one. SunRise settled down in her nest, resting her head on the teddy bear before she heard a sound followed by someone going through the cat door more than once. She looked and saw Hercules with a pellet food bag in his mouth as he walked into the livingroom, two male kits followed on his heels practically and SunRise looked at him with a question within her eyes, he dropped the bag "Don't look at me like that, these two just followed me home" the adult meowed. The two new kits were both tailess but it more looks like they lost them instead of just being born that way, two new dog attack victims SunRise would find out later on.

The she kit looked between the two kits and Hercules "So what did you rename them?" SunRise asked him as the two new kits explored the house "Lava and Magma" he muttered tearing the bag open and munching some because he had to eat something.

"Huh, original, I sense a theme here" she muttered as her eyes located Magma who had located a small ball and was moving it around.

Hercules looked at her "I didn't say I was good at coming up with names you" he grumbled with a sigh, he felt he was being judged by the child.

[onelastscribble]

A thousand blossoms fall on my hands hoping at least one could reach its maker.

Biru Panda, from A New Form Of Happiness

[printiarti]

World Mental Health Day ala Syifa

10 Oktober kemarin, bukan cuma nunggu angka kembar 10.10 (yg ga beli apa2 juga sih), tapi mental health day! dan di hari jum'at sore, aku liat ada event di postbloc. Langsung daftar karena free.

Ternyata j-bbrp sblm event berlangsung atau bahkan pas malemnya udh sold out. 'Sayang bgt kalo sampe aku g jd dtg'.

eventnya disiang hari, jadi aku berangkat pas bocil tiduur..

Alhamdulillah2, sampai sana 12.05, scan barcode regist ternyata ada 3 workshop yg bs diikuti dg mendaftar : peer group support, art therapy dan bilik cerita (konsultasi psikolog 1o1).

aku isi form art therapy dan bilik cerita. Singkat cerita aku ke meja registrasi ulang bilik cerita ambil no antrian karena baru aja penuh, aku konfirmasi katanya sejam lg baru bs masuk. Jadi aku langsung ke tempat art therapy, dan voila! pas bgt tinggal 3 slot, aku lgsg duduk manis. dan ngedadak aku 'harus' ngelukis pake canvas. dimanaa dari dulu aku ga suka nglukis, kayak ga bakat dan mungkin aku fikir lukisan kakakku lebih bagus (?) mentok2 lomba mewarnai waktu sekolah, dan ga pernah jg pake media canvas.

alhamdulillah, aku banyak bgt merefleksikan dari kuas yg aku torehkan di kanvas itu, diantara 5 warna utama aku tutup warna hitam. dan dipikiranku lukis langit dan rumput aja. sok2an pengen bikin pemandangan yg kompleks. ya gak bisa kayak yg difoto, kan objek foto pemandangan itu Allah yg create..

yang bisa dilakukan, coba ambil kuas biru. etapi aku mikir rerumputan ijo jd aku pindah ke hijau, etapi hijaunya terlalu bold, aku campur putih, lalu pindah ke campung kuning.

begitu selesai langsung garap lukisan langit, biru saja terlalu bold, tambah putih. ga lupa dengan burung2, dan juga ada warna kuning-merah di rerumputan ceritanya bunga.

tadinya mau gambar bunga yg agak besar, tp failed jadi aku alih makna ajaa, jadi ceritanya siluet orang dari belakang.

yang mana pas suamiku liat, dia nanya ' itu batu?' eh bisa jg sih yaa. hehe

abis beres gambar balik ke bilik cerita daan aku tunggu. talkshow lg berlangsung, tapi sayang bgt melewatkan 1o1 cerita sm psikolog dan konklusi akhir memang 'jurnaling yuk'

disini ada sesi jurnaling juga, kt psikolognya. langsung meluncur ke tempat talkshow, dan voila lg sesi jurnaling brg mba pi part 'stress kronik', langsung nyiapin buku utk ngejurnal. dan aku nangis. ha ha ha

Allah Maha Baik. setelah itu ikut join sesi meditasi, aku langsung keinget yoga, meditasiku dlm yoga aja atau ruang tenang pas shalat.. krn pas meditasi ku lapaar, malah kerasa laper bgt.

setelah itu talkshow dg prily dan ariel tatum. udh 15.44 aku pulang

21.42 WIB - syifa yg blm muvon dr posbloc sabtu kemarin 12.10.24

rencana bsk : checkup hidung (THT) lalu k kantor..

[askelu]

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[second-of-hers]

Kotsuri-to, the Moments Within.

selama 21 hari tinggal di Kota ini, banyak memori-memori baik yang terekam, terutama karena ramahnya teman-teman dan keunikan tingkah laku mereka yang selalu mengundang gelak tawa di dalam komunitas ini. Tentunya di dalam memori baik ini, ada beberapa yang paling meninggalkan kesan di tiap-tiap orang. Kalau bagi aku, yang paling aku ingat adalah,

⠀⠀⠀1. Kanzoku HDC

⠀⠀⠀Istilah Kanzoku HDC ini muncul karena saat awal calon Shōkken berkumpul dalam permainan bingo, ada oknum Kanzoku yang bernama Miu terpantau kurang 'akrab' dengan budaya Jepang. Padahal, gadis yang bernama lengkap Aihara Miu ini adalah gadis berkelahiran Jepang dan dalam riwayat hidupnya pernah meninggali 2 kota di Jepang. Kaegan yang saat itu menjadi salah satu pemain nyeletuk, "ini Kanzoku-nya Jepang HDC ya?" sebagai guyonan malam itu. Image HDC ini pun jadi sangat melekat pada diri Miu.

⠀⠀⠀2. Announcement dan Grand Opening Kotsuri.

⠀⠀⠀Tentu, kedua moment ini wajib masuk list karena dalam kedua hari ini berhasil jadi salah satu hari bahagia aku dalam bulan Desember. Karena pengalaman sebelumnya sempat tertolak satu tempat, aku mengisi dan submit form aku tanpa berharap untuk diterima. Saat hari announcement tiba pun, aku udah ikhlas kalau semisal aku nggak diterima jadi salah satu The Shōkken. Tapi Puji Tuhan, ternyata namaku ada di deretan papan pengumuman dan aku seneng banget! Saat Grand Opening juga berkesan karena itu menjadi awal mula perjalananku di Jepang bersama The Shōkken yang lain.

⠀⠀⠀3. Selfie Keithara.

⠀⠀⠀Semua yang tinggal di Kotsuri pasti nggak pernah nggak lihat foto selfie iconic milik kak Keithara. Foto selfie ini selalu ada di tiap obrolan kak Keith, dengan siapapun obrolan itu dibangun. Jangankan sedang ngobrol berdua, dalam kegiatan mingguan berkelompok pun pasti nggak lengkap kalau dia nggak ngirim foto selfienya itu. Semuanya pasti nggak asing, kan, sama foto selfie Buto Ijo dan kumisan-nya kak Keith? Saking iconic-nya foto selfie ini, diduga jadi photocard terlaris dalam permainan jual beli PC yang diselenggarakan oleh Dirga. Termasuk saya, yang berhasil mengumpulkan 4 PC Keithroatus dan 3 PC Keith bondol version tersebut. #tidak_bangga

⠀⠀⠀4. Allen Ciput.

⠀⠀⠀Lagi-lagi, keunikan yang iconic muncul dari salah satu The Kanzoku. Julukan Allen Ciput muncul karena yang bersangkutan tiba-tiba mengupload foto dirinya menggunakan yang entah disebut apa namun terlihat seperti ciput berwarna biru. Senyum lagi. Entah apa tujuannya, tapi julukan ini jadi melekat pada diri Kak Allen karena foto ciputnya lumayan bikin kepikiran 3 hari 3 malam. #horror

⠀⠀⠀5. Kalana affiliate.

⠀⠀⠀Moment ini jadi besar dan berkesan karena kejahilan salah satu The Shōkken yang bernama Kalana Gita, yang terus-terusan mereply tweet seperti anak affiliate sedang berjualan di tweet orang. Hingga akhirnya ada satu moment dimana kak Davi memblock anak itu, karena dikira tweetnya direply oleh orang affiliate beneran. Bahkan, dalam talk session kemarin ada sender retrospring yang sepertinya tertarik dengan Kalana, namun dia takut menghampiri cewek itu karena takut dijual. Emang susah jadi cewek jenaka yang mempesona.

⠀⠀⠀6. Tetris.

⠀⠀⠀Enggak tau si Adellyn nemu dimana game kayak gini. Tapi mini game Tetris berhasil bikin kegaduhan di timeline selama beberapa hari. Ini game beneran susahnya mancing emosi banyak orang. Tapi heran banget, nama Jeanice dan Oyin sangat terekam di otak aku sebagai jagonya Tetris. Mana bisa highest scoreku yang cuma 7ribu an itu melawan highest score mereka yang ratusan?

⠀⠀⠀7. Puisi (atau pantun?) Dani.

⠀⠀⠀Moment ini sangat terekam di pikiran aku karena lagi-lagi, ada aja tingkah Shōkken yang 11 12 uniknya dengan Kanzoku. Baru-baru ini seorang Dani (bukan Ahmad) yang ngetweet, mengajak semuanya untuk reply tweet dia dengan foto pilihan mereka. Termasuk saya, yang akhirnya milih foto yaa yang tercantik lah. Nggak ada harapan apa-apa memang, karena pasti buat seru-seruan aja. Tapi benar-benar di luar prediksi BMKG, si Dani ngetweet foto saya + attachment tambahan yang terlihat seperti puisi yang berbunyi, "Tampangnya kuat. Takuti hewan ternak. Wanita alpha". /garuk kepala/ Nggak tau. Nggak jelas. Tapi lucu banget! Baca-baca punya yang lain juga, attachmentnya enggak kalah lucu lagi.

⠀⠀⠀8. Drama Izam.

⠀⠀⠀Cowok yang kita sebut saja NI ini, terkenal sama tingkahnya yang nemplok sana sini. Udah banyak orang single di Kotsuri yang jadi target nemploknya dia. Mulai dari yang cantik dan ganteng kayak kak Sve dan kak Zenon sampai yang demek kayak Kalana, semua dibabat sama dia untuk dijadikan selirnya. Awal mula drama ini tercipta dari permainan chemistry yang diselenggarakan Joya, dan pasangan Arianna NI jadi target bulan-bulanan malam itu. Dramanya jadi diperpanjang sampai hari ini, denger-denger lumayan bikin seret jodoh nama-nama yang masuk ke dalam list selirnya NI.

⠀⠀⠀9. #KOTSUPATCH & Kotsunews.

⠀⠀⠀Tagar ini muncul karena kejahilan oknum seukuran botol yakult alias Oyin, yang bikin rumor seakan-akan adanya hubungan antara Shōkken A dan Shōkken B. Tapi, forum #KOTSUPATCH rupanya memiliki saingan yaitu Kotsunews yang diberitakan oleh kak Hez. Menurut aku kedua forum ini sangat membantu bagi The Shōkken yang enggak mau ketinggalan berita soal percintaan anak-anak Kotsuri!

[lavampira]

wip wednesday

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As D’alia sips the steaming tea, her mind wanders not for the hundredth time to the letter that has been burning a hole in her bag after returning to Kugane again, lovingly scrawled in a young girl’s handwriting and begging her response. She’s been meaning to sit down with it for the past week, but she has scarcely had a moment to even breathe. Instead, she mulls its contents over in her head, no longer needing to read it to recall her exact words, but one section in particular has been niggling at her since first laying eyes on it.

Sid is still a chocobo’s arse. (I think he misses you, too, but he won’t admit it. You know how he gets). Myste and I are looking out for him, though, so no need to worry.

D’alia can almost hear the exasperation in Rielle’s voice and imagine the roll of her eyes even with the girl currently oceans away from her. It brings the ghost of a smile to her weary lips, though it vanishes as swiftly with yet another pang of guilt. Too much of it hounds her these days. For leaving the three of them behind for a budding war so far away from them. For sharing a bed with Sidurgu and withholding the fondness that has bloomed in her heart, too cowardly to face it, even lying to herself that she does so with good reason.

The former greatsword of Ser Ompagne Deepblack looms in her peripheral where it rests, freshly oiled and sheathed, beside her cross-legged form. ‘Twas a parting gift from the man whom she hasn’t heard from except through Rielle’s letters. It weighs heavy over her, even without lifting the steel in her hands.

[myreia]

wip whenever

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I'm lost in an Echo scene from Chapter 5, Aureia's family sucks. ✌️Stormblood spoilers-ish.

Laughter hums on Elgara’s lips and she returns to her paperwork with smooth, controlled movements. Kallias has always been easy to rile up. It is his greatest weakness—and it is easy to exploit.

“That possessive streak will be the end of you,” she says, tutting lightly. “Go about it then, if you’re so inclined. You don’t need my permission. I’m sure the legatuses would be overjoyed to hear of the death of the Warrior of Light. Perhaps if you offer them proof, they would even reward you.”

He snarls under his breath and bites his tongue, his riposte contained.

“Or does the thought give you pause? Do you fear, perhaps, that you aren’t strong enough? Is that why you’ve come here, crawling back to your mother, riddled with doubt and uncertainty?”

“I don’t doubt, I—”

Elgara sets her pen aside and rises from her chair, unfurling to her full height. She towers above her son, casting a long shadow across the observation deck’s floor. “Kira has something you don’t,” she says. “She has had it her whole life, it is what made her unique. Special. An asset. Your father and I sought to tap it, but we did not have the knowledge or the foresight to understand what we were dealing with. But Aulus mal Asina did. He was a visionary. And someone must continue his work.”

Red. Blue. Red. Blue.

The lights cycle, flashing over Elgara and Kallias, casting them into darkness. The solider inhales once more, her breath as sharp as ice. She presses herself against the door, gazing inwards, her form unnoticed in the shadows. A shiver ran down her spine at the mention of Aulus’ name. She recalls him, of course she does. She remembers his youth when she met him near two decades ago, bright-eyed and intense, speaking theories dismissed by his superiors as fanciful dreams at best and psychosis at worst. It was he who first spoke of Echoes and Resonants, of gifting the Garlean people the ability to control aether.

She recalls what he did to Krile. What he did to Fordola… and Zenos, too.  

How his life ended, screeching about data and souls with his dying breath on the floor of the Ala Mhigan palace. Forgotten and abandoned by the prince he had devoted himself to.

His research, as he called it, should have ended there.

Inside the observation room, Elgara approaches her son step by dreaded step. She may be no soldier, and yet she engulfs him. Outmatches him. Outwits him. Kallias is no small man, and yet compared to her imposing height he is so small. So insignificant.

“Don’t you see, Kal?” she says, her voice low and strangely soothing in its intensity. The voice of someone who can lull others into implicit trust by the sheer power of command and self-assurance. “Kira is a liability, but liabilities can be exploited. Her usefulness to Garlemald has not ended. You wish to kill her; I will not doubt your thirst for vengeance, it is more than understandable. But think on it. Kill her and we lose her forever.”

He grunts, the panicked sound strangled in his throat. “Have you forgotten what she’s done, mother? What she—”

“Shh.” She arrives before him and places a hand to his chin. It’s a gentle gesture; on anyone else it would be caring. But on her it is empty, a gesture of inspection and observation. “Capture her and our opportunities are thrown wide. We can reclaim what we have lost, you and I. Theorzen will be a name to be respected; no longer will it be spat upon like the rest.”

He closes his eyes, his expression still.

“You deserve more than the lot you have been given, Kallias. And she can gift you the strength you deserve to carry. The skills and talents that should have gone to you. A transference. A replication. A Resonant of your very own, one derived from the Warrior of Light. With it, you can have your vengeance. With it, you can outmatch even Zenos himself.”

His eyelids flutter and he grimaces, lip curling back. Then he crumples into her and clings, shoulders shuddering with the aftershock of silent tears. In this moment, there is no sign of the operative and the spy. In this moment, he is a child coming home.

It makes the soldier’s blood boil. Lost in her anger, she slips and cracks her forehead against the door, helmet banging against the glass. Her vision blurs red and her knees give out from under her. When she finally clears her vision, she finds herself huddles on the stairwell floor, looking in as Elgara enfolds her son into her embrace.

A spike of jealousy flares in the pit of her stomach. Unwanted. Unneeded. Unexplained.  

She curses her inability to do anything but observe.

Elgara cradles him, a hand resting against the back of his head, stroking his matted hair. “Bring your sister to me, Kal,” she croons. “Bring her to me and I can make it happen. I wish for it to happen. It should have been you all along.”

Kallias stills. His expression hardens, his lips pressed firm together. Slowly, one by one his fingers lift as he loosens his grip. The danger and the malice return, blazing bright in his red eyes. “No,” he breathes.

[roguelioness]

wip wednesday

Shamelessly starting the tag cause I finally have something to share :D

Tagging @myreia, @thevikingwoman, @galadae, @bearlytolerant, @galadrieljones, @birues, @lilas, @ohmypawsandwhiskers, @redinkofshame, @tadpole-apocalypse, @darethshirl and honestly if you want to share something take this as your tag :D

(under cut, set post-enw but no spoilers. tw for some mild nsfw and dissociation during sex)

She spurs him on, heels digging into the small of his back, spine arched away from the mattress. “More,” she demands, “harder,” but Estinien can see she's not with him fully, her words sounding almost mechanical. Stilling within her – a difficult task, the visible veins on his forearms a testament to his restraint – he takes a closer look at her face, dismayed and alarmed to find her gaze distant, her body tense not with pleasure but what he recognizes to be a bracing for incoming pain.

She wants him to hurt her. The very idea brings sorrow and anger with it.  She has been this way ever since he and Aymeric brought her back to Ishgard to aid her recovery from the events that had nearly cost her her life. He wants, so desperately, to help her, and his frustration at his own helplessness leaks out into his words, making them sound harsher than he intended them to be.

“No,” he says in a low growl, turning her face back to his when she would look away. “You cannot make me a part of whatever punishment you think you deserve. You are not allowed to use my love as a bludgeon. You will take my affection in the form I choose to bestow it, and you will do so knowing you deserve it.”

Alyzen stares at him, lust-hazy gaze slowly cooling to fill with tears instead. Next to them, Aymeric murmurs with concern, shifting to where he can better see her face.

“Cherie?” he carefully, gently wipes away the first few drops that slide down her cheeks. “Do you want us to stop?” 

She lets out a sob, a choked, wet, ugly sound, turns to bury her face in his chest. Estinien pulls out of her, his arousal rapidly cooling, when she makes a dismayed whine and looks at him. “No, please,” she says, her sobs softening. “I want you. I want you both. Please.”

[darlingfalling]

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