#not Mcd or kp

[somnas-writes]

Isolation within friends groups is crazy

[akkivee]

fight-o ichiro!!!!!!!!!!

[artemis-crystallimoone]

now that we're done w/ kuujaku posse could we maybe get a chuuoku anime song 👉👈

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

rio solo 3

MTCS SONGS ARE COMING OUT

[zeether]

Alright, so here's the full spread of the KP toys I got. Some of them aren't from McDonald's, not sure where exactly they're from but I definitely have the entire McD's lineup with a couple in their bags (but opened)

[aidendh]

MCD/BSD Clawien! Atsushi P1

Re-Revamp of my RAU! Atsushi

I'm adding more RAU's to the AU as well

Zane! Akutagawa

Laurence! Bartender OC

Garroth! Fitzgerald's son OC

KP! Lucy

The Memories differ from person to person and can remember at different points

Akutagawa gradually remembers the more he encounters Atsushi

Though Atsushi doesn't recognize his Soul at first

The deaths happened during/after the War on Phoenix Drop

Laurence is a bartender, he looks like his old orange hair ver

They all often attend Laurence's Bar at some point

Akutagawa is Clawien's Zane, a clone that has to channal outside magic, he uses both Dark and Light

...Dazai's enbandonment would hit harder bc of Claw's Amniesa

Atsushi gets kidnapped by Aku differently

He TP's to Aku when they are both off of work because he believes he won't come after him then

(The Kyoka bait didn't work bc he tped away and put a barrier on Kyouka to block the tracker)

Lucy's familiar Soul gives Atsushi a strong motive for the Guild arc

That kid willing gets himself kidnapped

Though, Lucy uses a magic blocking barrier to drive him to bordem

Zane/Aku are the Dark/Light magic one, basically the same one I used for Rogue's Devil Persona

(Unposted until all arcana are filled)

So hevilly religious and mage based

The parallels with Fyodor are uncanny

Atsushi sometimes talks to a random light source when he needs advice

Reference to one of KP's OCs that used Light magic

Atsushi always had his memories, but his amniesa balances it out

In the PL world the Language is based on the MC enchanting table, basically that worlds English

I like the idea of Laurence's once yelling at Dazai to pay his tab in it

Atsushi will have his Juice with a sippy straw

The Bar is OC based and not from BSD

Atsushi's yellow highlight/tiger eyes are pink

Akutagawa has freckles and sky blue eyes

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Joint Ability name for the Incarnates

The Rise of Phoenix Drop* Inventory & source of the Reincarnations

A spell preformed by KP to let those that perished to live on, draining her of her magic causing her to incarnate into Lucy

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Atsushi has one of Zane's old Cross (White/Black) pearl bracelet(from his inventory),

he shows it to Akutagawa during the Ship Fight while in agonizing pain from Aku using his scar/weak point

Atsushi's Aura would be Blue with Orange specks

Atsushi will eventually unlock his wings, from an extremely hard fight alongside Akutagawa

Outfit upgrades for each Season

1,2,Movie,3,4

After season 1, Akutagawa will start unconsciously wearing face masks

Atsushi believes that he will only be hunted by Akutagawa when they are on the job, that is what got him kidnapped

To Kunikida's dismay and Dazai's pleasure, Atsushi still often forgets stuff

During the Movie Dead Apple, Atsushi's Amnesia will go with his Ability

Because of All Men are Equal, Fukuzawa can feel a multitude of Souls/Abilities within Atsushi's 'The Rise of Phoenix Drop'

Atsushi's merged Ability is 'The Moonlit Beast'

When he becomes one with them in Dead Apple

Atsushi is given a hoodie by Junichiro after constantly stealing his

Akutagawa first summons Zane's bladed staff during the Fitzgerald fight

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Akutagawa has a scar on his neck because he was executed

Zane went ballistic when Clawien fell in the War, he was mistaken for the original Zane and executed

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Atsushi is often used as a shield against mental Abilities

He wears his tie backwards and is often pulled back by it

He guessed Dazai's past job after multiple tries

Atsushi and Akutagawa both can't swim and will grab onto the nearest object or person to them

Atsushi often curls up to get comfy or feel safe

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Atsushi has a big butterfly shaped scare covering his back

His back is really sensitive

He was shot out of the sky and stabbed in his wing blades

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Atsushi has empathy and can sense people's Souls

He had trouble learning Kanji

When plauged by nightmares Atsushi will be in a bad mood until he gets a good nights sleep

He is passive aggressive when someone pisses him off

Atsushu is very clingy and touchy, he also loves play fights

[Continued in P2]

[kureela]

ENTER THE HEXAGON

[kineticpassion]

A Solid Foundation

Rating: T | 4.7k words

Original Fiction; Short Story; Horror; wlw; haunting; witchcraft (see tags for more, well, tags)

What makes a house a home?

Is it by ensuring that you will haunt the place when you die?

Read under the cut or on Reddit

As she parked the jeep in front of the shell of what would be their new home, Lisa turned towards her partner. Jesse was fast asleep with their feet tucked diagonally under the seat and their head resting on the window with the help of a light blue travel pillow.

It hadn't been that long of a drive, three hours, but it was enough for Jesse to zone out. Thankfully, Lisa was perfectly capable of navigating and entertaining herself via Bluetooth.

Jesse awoke to the gentle caress of Lisa's hand across their cheek. Blinking back sleep, Jesse sat up blearily and looked out the windshield at the wooden framing and half-finished walls before turning to face Lisa.

"Remind me why I agreed to sneak into our own home construction site in the middle of the night with you?"

"To cement ourselves into it as solidly as the foundation of our relationship. To truly claim it as our own."

Lisa turned and opened her door as Jesse rolled their eyes.

Both of them had practiced some form of spiritualism at different points in their lives. Lisa was the one who was still into it, much more than Jesse had ever been.

Jesse had never objected to cleansing a new place. Believing it would help is what made it work in the first place; that's what gives it power. Mainly, it would do no harm and made Lisa feel better, so there was no reason for Jesse to be weary of it.

This was different.

-

When Lisa first proposed the spell, Jesse was understandably skeptical for many reasons, not the least of which being that the shady website it came from had labeled it “black magic.” Not white, not gray, black. Lisa had jokingly called Jesse racist for bringing that up, and Jesse just rolled their eyes, running a hand through their curly black hair in a mixture of nervousness and mild frustration. “You know what I mean, Lisa.”

Lisa turned and took Jesse by the hands and looked them in the eyes with a serious gaze. “You said you’d always be mine, right?” Jesse nodded; Lisa smiled. “And I will always be yours. And this new house will always be ours. It’s a forever home. That’s why I want to do something special to bond us with it. I want to honor how special this is for you, and for us.”

Jesse teared up. Lisa had a way of doing that to them. Before Lisa, Jesse had never had a place where they truly felt at home and free to be themselves; not just because of jumping from foster home to foster home, but also because of privacy, agency, love, and acceptance.

What makes a house a home? For Jesse and Lisa, it was about love and making their new place all their own. Besides, being more of a skeptic, what harm could a silly little ritual do if it’s only meant to cement their relationship and the making of their new home together?

-

*Don't try this at home.*

Lisa scoffed at the warning as she pulled up the spell on her phone. Why else would anyone be on this page if not to try it? She knew it was a standard CYA disclaimer, but who was OP kidding?

After double checking their little bundles of sage and compact dirt wrapped in twine interwoven with strings of their hair, Lisa lit the match and held it over the candle until the wick caught alight.

Snuffing the match out safely, she took a deep breath, relaxing her body and centering her mind.

As Lisa began to say the words, Jesse noticed an unnerving shift in the air. It was like the shadows were leaning in to listen, darkening around the edges of the candlelight. It felt unnaturally quiet, like a forest sensing the approach of a predator.

Lisa moved and Jesse shook their head to clear it, rubbing the goosebumps on their arms. I’m just creeping myself out for no reason.

Lisa handed Jesse their bundle. “Remember, just like we practiced.” Jesse nodded. Together, they reached forward and touched the tips of their bundles to the candle flame. The sage lit, but the slightly moist dirt kept it under control, if not a little smellier. Lisa spun in a slow counter clockwise circle, letting the dark smoke rise up from her bundle. Jesse followed suit. Once they completed the circle and met again in the middle, they touched the tips of their bundles together and held them above the candle. The smoke united into one plume for a moment before they leaned forward and blew their bundles, and the candle, out.

“Now let’s dip these in water before we slip them into the foundation under the walls.” Lisa grinned impishly; “don’t want to accidentally burn the house down before it's even built.”

Jesse shuddered involuntarily. It was kind of chilly, after all. They carefully dropped their bundles into the space in the framing which would become the walls of their new home. Lisa crouched down and got her hands dirty to make sure the small bundles would blend in and stay hidden. The builders had started framing, but the concrete was not technically fully cured. They could already walk on it, though. The window of opportunity to do this was less than a week, so Lisa had planned this carefully. She took the small bucket of Quickcrete that she’d mixed when they arrived, and poured it carefully over the bundles. With a metal spatula, she smoothed out the top so that the concrete under this small section of the wall was even. She breathed out one last sigh of energy and intent, with her palms open and faced down over the spot, before she stood and wiped her hands off on her jeans, and then winced because she’d just smeared small traces of concrete on herself. “Now let’s go back to that apartment we’re in for now. I’m not going to call it ‘home’ anymore.”

“Yeah, let’s go home.” Jesse chuckled when Lisa playfully punched their arm in response. Leaving the tension of whatever that was behind them in the dark, Jesse focused on the brightness of their future.

-

It had been two years since the tragic car accident. Jesse and Lisa’s ashes had been scattered at sea. Jesse’s niece Agatha knew that was what they had wanted, and she’d stood up to both Jesse and Lisa’s families about that. It was the least she could do for them. Jesse’s parents had been especially difficult however; but that was to be expected. They had neglected Jesse in every sense and at every turn, even after death.

“She deserves a proper burial.”

“Oh, so now you’re worried about what they deserve? You never treated them with the respect they deserved when they were still alive.” Jesse’s parents had the audacity to look affronted, scandalized even, but Agatha pressed on. “Even now that they’re dead you still don’t have the decency to honor their memory the way they would have wanted. You are actively insulting their memory by continuing to misgender them. You don’t deserve to have a say in this.”

Thanks to Jesse and Lisa’s foresight in having a will, that was that. As one of the few members of the family who Jesse even stayed in contact with, Agatha wasn’t surprised that they’d named her the executor of their will. The sale of the house had been the last step for Agatha to close the estate. It had seen some minor wear and tear over the years, but overall they had kept their home well-maintained.

In the will, Lisa and Jesse had instructed her to sell it to a couple who needed a home as much as Jesse had. So when Justice and Alice came for a tour and put in their offer, Agatha knew she had found a winner.

-

The first few weeks were exciting for both of them; especially for Justice since it meant that she had finally moved away from her hometown. She was determined that this new home would be her sanctuary.

They had been surprised that they managed to beat out the real estate investors who surely must have been bidding on the place. At closing, the seller told them she had been instructed by the previous owners, her late aunts, to sell the house to a couple - not to a company. It was heartwarming to be in such a cozy place and knowing it had been lovingly built by good people.

They could almost feel the love there, as though it was a part of the house. And maybe it always will be, she thought. Justice believed that houses had character; she also believed in cooking with love. Alice wasn’t as good of a cook, but she did bake with love too. The smell of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls added to the lovely vibe.

Alice and Justice hadn’t been there long, but the house already felt like a loving home.

One night, when Justice awoke from a nonsense nightmare about her family, something felt - off. She got up to use the bathroom, but could not shake the feeling that there was something going on downstairs in the living room. There hadn’t been any sounds, but there was an unmistakable presence.

It’s 3am and I’m just creeping myself out. I do not need to wake Alice over this.

Justice took a deep breath and went downstairs just to prove to herself that there was nothing wrong. She thought of it as a brave mission and psyched herself up for the challenge.

Halfway down the steps, she failed her mission. There was a faint smell that she couldn’t quite identify, and that set her on alert again. She went down the rest of the steps more cautiously, and grabbed the first makeshift weapon she could find - an umbrella from the stand next to the stairs. She turned right, away from the front door, and followed the scent to the living room, umbrella up and at the ready.

But, of course, there was no one there. The smell, however, had gotten stronger, and now Justice could identify it as a strange combination of sage and burnt hair. She immediately started checking outlets and looking under furniture. Thankfully Alice hadn’t left her straightener on - that had been Justice’s first thought - that society’s pressure to conform to a certain aesthetic would cause them to accidentally burn their house down. The situation had started out creepy, but the burning smell had sent her into crisis aversion mode. The wax warmer was off, there were no burning candles, and there was nothing in the fireplace. Try as she might, and she did look everywhere, exhaustively, Justice could not find the source of the smell. So, despite the windows all being closed, she decided it had to have been coming from outside.

Now that she had determined there was no fire to put out, and the heat of the adrenaline died down, the situation was suddenly cold and creepy again. Or at least, Justice realized that it was chilly. It must have been chilly this entire time, and she hadn’t noticed because she was so focused on finding what was making that smell. She shook it off, pausing by the landing to adjust the thermostat before heading back to bed. As Justice got back under the blankets, she thought they may need to call a technician to check out the central heating.

-

As it turns out, that smell had been only the beginning.

The chill in the air came back almost every night. Alice reasoned that the house must be drafty. It was only two decades old, so it really shouldn’t be, but there was no other explanation.

And, there was no explanation at all for the whispers.

Both Alice and Justice had woken up on different occasions to the sound of whispering in the walls.

The first time Alice heard it, she thought Justice was murmuring in her sleep, until she realized it was two distinct voices. Suddenly she found herself fully awake for the rest of that night. Having heard Alice’s description, Justice woke up more prepared the first time she heard it, and traced the sound to the walls.

The house was a standalone, so the noisy neighbor explanation wouldn’t work here. But, it had to be from radio waves vibrating the pipes or something. Justice had to rationalize it somehow. After a few months, however, it became harder and harder to brush off. After a particularly rough and whispery night, Alice started venting in the kitchen in the hopes of figuring something out. Justice tried to hear her out, but she also refused to be paranoid in their own home.

“There’s no way this house is haunted. It’s only had one owner - well one couple. I mean, it’s only about twenty years old.” Justice had to be the voice of reason here and was doing her best to calm Alice down.

“Yeah, and they’re dead. They built this house, lived in it, and now they’re dead.” Alice gestured emphatically as she paced through the kitchen, looking at the patterns in the laminate floor as if she might find answers there.

“But they didn’t die in the house.”

“They died before their time though. They were just shy of fifty.”

“Their niece said they were happy though; and they were even prepared with a will and everything.” Justice stopped picking at the edge of the table and started picking at her nails instead, speaking more calmly. “I mean, we don’t know their lives, but, accident or not, this doesn’t really scream unfinished business to me, Alice.”

Alice stopped pacing and looked up at Justice with wide green eyes. “What if there’s something else holding them here? Something connecting them to the house?” Now her hands stopped too. “What if it isn’t them at all? What if there’s, like, some ancient burial ground, or a murder victim, under the house?”

Justice walked over and put an arm around Alice, steadying her. “Why don’t we cleanse the house?” Alice looked up at Justice, a mirror of the fondness in her gaze. They hugged tightly and resolved to do something about it. Alice in the hope that it would fix things, and Justice in the hope that it would comfort Alice.

-

Alice lit a circle of candles in the kitchen and used them to light a bundle of sage which she carried around, billowing its fragrant smoke throughout the house.

The smell jolted a memory from Justice’s mind, of that night, a few weeks after they moved in, when she smelled sage and burnt hair, but couldn’t find the source anywhere. She started to wonder. She’d have to ask Alice’s opinion, since she knew more about this kind of thing; but, the goal of this ritual was to calm Alice down, so it could wait until she was done.

-

It was less drafty that night, and seeing Alice visibly calmer, Justice really allowed herself to relax into the soft, warm bedding.

That tranquility made the thud that woke them from a dead sleep all the more jarring. They both jolted upright in their bed, scrambling in their startled state until their hands found each other’s. Justice squeezed Alice’s hand to hide her own fear, though it probably showed on her face as they looked towards each other.

Objects moving. That’s an escalation. Alice was puzzling over this as they got out of bed. But I just cleansed the house…. Then it hit her and she nearly facepalmed were it not for the sudden urgency to keep quiet. She reached over and took Justice by the arm, making a quiet “shhhhhh” signal before whispering. “I think someone’s broken into the house.”

Alice grabbed her katana from the wall display and took the lead as they approached the bedroom door. Although not fully sharp, it was a real blade; so it would have to do as a weapon for now. Gingerly, she reached for the doorknob and held it for a moment, silently counting to three and steeling herself before yanking the door open to an empty hallway.

Huffing a small sigh of temporary relief, Justice grabbed her solid wood elf figure to use as a bludgeon if necessary. At one foot tall, he had some heft and sharp edges to him that would hopefully pack a solid punch. Together, they slowly crept up the hallway at a kind of diagonal, backs partially to each other to see more and be less exposed.

Once they made it downstairs without any unwelcome sights, sounds, or smells, the tension in their shoulders had eased just enough that the rest of the walkthrough felt like more of a formality than anything else. Just a trip to see what had fallen off of a shelf somewhere.

They stepped into the living room and Justice screamed. Alice immediately whipped around to see what she was looking at, leaving their backs exposed. It wasn’t an intruder. Well, at least, not a human one.

Protruding from the base of the wall near the doorway, and slowly creeping upwards like ivy, was a tangled mass of sage and hair. A bed and trail of dirt behind the pulsating vines anchored them to the wall. The mass was relatively small; less than a foot across, with the tallest points only about ten inches up the wall. But since she could see it moving and stretching ever so slowly upward, Justice could tell it was growing at an unnatural rate, slow though that may still be.

“What the fuck is that?!” Alice exclaimed and pinched the bridge of her nose, dropping her sword in the process. Justice was just speechless. This close to the wall, she could smell the growths. It was the same smell from that night, not long after they moved in. She’d had a sign so early on and ignored it.

Justice was so absorbed in that train of thought that she almost didn’t notice the vase on the floor across the room. It had been on the center of the mantle, but now it was shattered on the ground.

“You were right, Alice.” She turned to face her wife; her serious and apologetic tone almost eclipsing the bizarre scene behind her. “I tried to rationalize this away from the beginning and I missed all of the signs.” Justice looked down and shook her head. “A few weeks after we bought this house, I woke up to the smell of sage and burning hair in the middle of the night. I thought it was your straightener or something, but I couldn’t find the source of the smell. So then I assumed it was coming from outside. I never thought it could be coming from the walls.”

The more Justice talked, the faster the vines behind her grew. They climbed the wall, up to waist height now, and Alice’s eyes widened. Justice continued her apology, none the wiser to the scene expanding behind her. “Then, when I realized the whispers were coming from the walls, I still assumed there was an outside source. But now, I realize…” The vines were now up to shoulder height and started to grow outward from the wall, expanding slowly towards them. Alice gasped in horror. “Yes.” Justice said. “Whatever is happening here, it’s coming from the walls. It’s in the walls, Alice. It has to be. It - ”

Alice, speechless though she was, sprung into action. She put her hands on Justice’s shoulders and pulled her towards her chest, just in time to avoid the longest vine and causing Justice to drop her wooden elf in the process. Its prey having slipped out of its reach, the vine wilted down a bit, losing its stiffness and slowly sinking towards the floor.

The structure of vines had expanded about a foot into the room. The longest one that had almost touched Justice looked weaker than the rest, strained by the stretch. It landed on the ground and embedded itself into the natural wood floor, recovering quickly and expanding tiny tendrils in several directions, spreading the growth of sage and hair onto the flooring.

Alice did the only thing she could think to do. She retrieved her sword from the floor behind her, grateful that the other wall hadn’t also grown arms and claimed the sword for its own. She lunged forward and gave the longest vine a whack, slicing through it and disconnecting it from the wall of origin.

The smell of burnt hair and sage intensified to something putrid. It was the olfactory equivalent of a shrill screech of pain. The severed vine darkened and shriveled to mud and goo, most of which oozed down between the floorboards into the foundation. The rest of the vines retreated towards the wall, leaning back towards it like most plants would towards the sun. The wall must have been its source, after all. The vines continued growing upward; steadily rising higher and higher.

“Whatever this is,” Alice said between heavy breaths, “it has some kind of foundation in sage. So it’s no wonder a sage cleansing didn’t help. It looks like it made it worse actually.”

“You think?!” Now Justice found herself lashing out at Alice’s suddenly calm and analytical tone in the face of a very real, very solid, and rapidly growing danger which had almost latched onto her. While Alice’s calmness under pressure is an objectively good trait for survival, Justice, who saw herself as a level-headed skeptic, found her own inability to stay calm especially frustrating.

Then, something occurred to her. “It’s trying to expand right? It looks like it wants to climb all over the wall, and it tried to spread across the floor.”

“And,” Alice added, “it started growing faster when you talked about us buying and moving into the house.”

“So, what this - whatever this is - is trying to claim the house for itself?”

“It’s about ownership.” Alice nodded thoughtfully. Not sagely. Justice was not about to try making that joke; not right now.

“Well chopping the vines clearly won’t stop it from growing.”

“No; we’ll have to kill it at the root.” Alice leaned her sword down on an armchair away from the wall. She wasn’t about to risk leaving it where the vines could get to it easily. “Man, I wish I had a flamethrower instead of a katana.”

“So we could burn the whole house down? Like in a ‘if we can’t have it then nobody will’ style?” Justice couldn’t resist bringing out the sarcasm afterall.

“No, but do you have a better idea?” Alice was taking the bait now, stagnating from her train of thought. “‘Kill it with fire’ is a pretty solid principle if you ask me. Also, it’s sage and hair. It already smells like it's been burnt before. So maybe we can burn it off.”

Justice crouched down and watched as the last bits of goop from the severed vine seeped down towards the foundation. The mound of dirt at the base of the central vine structure swelled ever so slightly, as though it had absorbed something. The dirt at the base seemed to be growing from under the floor itself.

“Alice.” Justice rose and turned to face Alice again. “What if it isn’t in the wall at all? What if it’s in the foundation?”

Justice could practically see the lightbulb come on in Alice’s eyes. “Of course it is! It’s like some kind of foundational curse.”

“So, what, do we exorcize the foundation or something?”

Alice threw her arms wide, gesturing at the whole scene. “How can you still be like that when this thing is growing and moving right in front of you?”

“Oh, I don’t think this could be a dream anymore or anything like that.” Justice fixed a thousand-yard stare at the pulsing mass of dirt at the base of the vines as she spoke. “I just don’t think we can fix it if it's in the foundation. The house is cursed, Alice. Apparently, somehow. Or haunted, or both. I don’t know.” She threw her hands up in exasperation and let them drop, resigned. “I just know that I don’t feel like it’s something we can fix without burning the whole thing down or taking the whole thing apart. It’s like it’s embedded in the structure itself. It’s part of what made this house a home. It’s cleansing sage corrupted. It’s -”

“Justice, for a skeptic, you are a mystical genius.” The triumphant and mischievous glint in Alice’s eyes took Justice by surprise.

“I - what?”

“We fight fire with fire.” Alice walked towards the kitchen and opened the cabinets, gathering objects and ingredients quickly as she spoke. “Fight black magic with white. Whatever mark they’ve made on the foundation, we can write over it with our own - in the roof. Or, well, in the attic I mean. Maybe we can’t destroy it, but they’ll cancel each other out like magnets or a balanced equation. They’d exist in harmony. Like yin and yang.”

Alice came back with sage, mint, twine, and a few other odds and ends. She stood by the window and wrapped them up into two small bundles in the moonlight. She held a hand out towards Justice. “I need a strand of your hair, please.”

Justice carefully ripped out a single strand of her hair and passed it to Alice.

“Thank you.” Alice then ripped out a strand of her own hair, adding hers to one bundle and Justice’s to the other. She held them up in the moonlight from the window and said a few words, calling on the cleansing nature of the lunar cycle and some other stuff that flew over Justice’s head. Then she picked her lighter up off of the mantle and ran it across the top of the bundles, immediately blowing them out and turning clockwise.

Carefully bending down next to the broken vase, Alice pushed aside the scattered rose petals and touched her hands to the rose water. Gently, she dripped the rose water onto the bundles, making sure they were properly put out and squelched.

“Let’s get these babies to the roof.”

-

Embedding the small bundles into the exposed rafters of the attic was actually really easy. When they got back down the stairs, Justice was relieved and hopeful to see the putrid vines already shrinking down to about two feet high, and steadily receding into the foundation. The vines were decomposing into dirt to match the mound at their base; the added mass seeping down between the floorboards, until there was nothing left but a light gray stain where the dirt had been.

“So now we’ve cursed the house to be ours or?” Justice asked as they sat by the warm fireplace with mugs of tea, watching the sunrise.

“No.” Alice smiled and took a tiny sip, blowing the steam off of her mug. “We’ve blessed it as our home. An equal and opposite force to hold the foundation in balance. We are going to want to cover the rafters there with boards though, so nothing gets to the sage.”

“That’ll be our first real home-improvement project then. Finishing the attic.”

“Yep; and if we work at it, maybe we’ll have it ready in time to be a guest room for the holidays.”

Justice smiled. Alice’s family were lovely. They’d practically adopted Justice in everything but the legal sense. She was still getting used to actually wanting to see family for the holidays. But that was several months away.

The sunlight streamed through the window, glittering across the floor and walls, washing away any traces of darkness that remained, and lighting prisms from the broken glass of the vase from where it sat in the bin. In this moment, the steam from their mugs and warm light across their feet made the armchairs even more comforting, especially with her wife by her side.

For now, their focus was on finally making their house a home. It’s not about material things, or owning property. It’s about the people, the life, and the love contained within those walls - a life built on a solid foundation.

[sylhea-raemi]

Pre-TDD era

Similar tastes and hobbies, really gets along well with each other

Have many differences, yet they rarely argue and can work well with each other

Opposites in way of talking and personality, pisses off each other in any chance they get, randomly starts arguements with one another.. How the fuck did these two even work well together

[hifumi-gigolo]

Things that have to happen in hypmic so I can know peace:

-Hifumi and Ramuda canonically become friends

-yotsutsuji wakes up, mtr is family

-honob*no fucking dies

-Samatoki and Nemu are back together

-tdd/mcd/nb/kp/hitojaku and what not reconciliation era

-dice gets a home???

-Ramuda is free of chuohku

-basically every character has to be able to make peace with the past and themselves thank you (looking at Hifumi my beloved)

-Everyone gets therapy

-We see Hifumi/Doppo/Gentaros siblings

-chuohku redemption perhaps????

-various duet combos that may never happen but one can dream

[palyarp]

Episode 15

Halo.

Setelah sekian lama tidak bercerita. Minggu ini gila. Sumpah. Dimulai dengan awal minggu sakit diare (yang anehnya cuman 1 hari) bener bener seharian lemes, bulak balik kamar mandi, dan selimutan sambil ngerjain laporan KP (KEJAR TAYANG).

Senin malem akhirnya laporanku beres. Tepatnya pukul 20.17, langsung ku kirim ke email dosen pembimbingku.

"Maaf pak baru ngirim malam malam"

"No worries, saya scan dulu ya nanti kalo ada yang harus di perbaiki saya kabari lagi"

"Baik pak"

20.30

"Puti sidang rabu bisa?"

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA dan seluruh ke hectican minggu ini dimulai.

Keesokan harinya aku ketemu dosbing, lalu mencari dosen penguji, yang hokinya langsung dapet, minta surat ke bu nunung, dll dll. Hari itu bener bener semuanya dilancarin. YAALLAH BENERAN SIDANG BESOK.

PPT 0%.

Malem ada proker.

MATI AJAAAAA.

Yaudah baru sampe jam 10 di rumah. PPT 15% lah. Kerja rodi dimulai.

Syudududu.

Jam 12.

Jir ngantuk, pesen iced coffee mcd ah. Fyi, iced coffee mcd adalah caffeine yang paling ampuh buat puti. Bisa bikin melek lama lah pokoknya. Bikin puti yg gabisa begadang ini melek. Harganya murah lagi. Pake jelly jangan lupa.

Jam 1

PPT baru 50% anjirrrr setengah 3 beres gak ya. Pengen bobo. Sebenernya ga ngantuk. Tapi takut tumbang aja pagi2 tiba tiba ngantuk berat ato pusing pas sidang kan gak lucu yha,,,

Jam setengah 3

BELOM BERES. HUHA HUHA GIMANA DONG.

Jam 4

Adzan, PANIQ SI ADA. estimasi 75%an lah progressnya

Jam 5.30

SUBHANALLAH WAL HAM DULILLAH BERESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSZSZSZSZZZZZSSSSZSS.

Akhirnya beres dan mencoba menutup mata walaupun cuman 30-60 menit. Eeee gabisa bgst. Akhirnya baru ketiduran jam 6. Bangun bangun jam stengah 7 PANIQQWQ. Soalnya mau beli makanan dulu.

Tapi akhirnya arrived safe and sound di labtek 6 jam 8.45an.

AKHIRNYA SIDANG

yallah bener bener gaabis pikir kenapa digampangin semua??????????????

Beres jam 10an hihuuuu akhirnya 1 beban hilang😭😭😭😭😭

Kamis ngapain aja sik ko kayak sibuk. Tapi pokoknya tugas w udah bermunculan di permukaan gitchu panik2 ajaib gaksi. Terus hari selasa ke rabu kmrn itu pertama kalinya melek 24 jam tanpa bobo samsek. Biasanya ttp hrs bobo gitulo beberapa menit.

Jadi mood aku hari kamis sampe jumat gak karuan. E ternyata emg mo dpt jg, dasar hormon *blaming on hormones*

Kamis malem jadi gabisa tidur??? Ngerjain PR PR dan baru bobo jam set 3 an. Uhuy seneng bgt checklist ku dikit lagiiiiiiiiiiii

Gatau kenapa pengen curhat aja gitu wkwkwkwkwkwk kmrn sempet capeeeeeeee bgt cape tapi keknya tmn2ku juga semua lagi capek jadi gabisa berkeluh kesah. Beneran pen nangis tapi karena terlalu sibuk gaada waktu buat nangis (hahahaha???)

Alhamdulillah, sudah hari sabtu dan sabtu ini MAO NONTON MALIQQQQQQQQQQ OMG🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 penutup minggu yang hqq👌🏻😍😘

Love from S.KP 16 masela yang mikir bakal jadi S.KP 61

07.05

Kamar sean

Baru bangun hehe

[somnas-writes]

Porsche and Chay are so strange to Kinn. Like he’s gotten a full profile of their entire life and is just baffled by how close they are.

Porsche and chay get into a play fight once (they chase each other around the compound, chay bites a bodyguard, Porsche accidentally pushes someone into a pool—it was a whole thing), and Kinn is just astounded.

He and his brothers aren’t openly affectionate or emotional so he watched them closely when they interact

[akkivee]

still patiently waiting for the day ramuda and jakurai commensurate over being weapons of the state 😔

[khurniaaa]

jujur, aku lebih menikmati masa-masa di kereta, di bis wisata tingkat gratis, di monas, di stasiun, di univ pancasila, di itc depok, di mcd mangga dua, di rumah sodara daripada di tempat kp.

eh, mending deh tempat kp, daripada di kos.

di tempat2 sekeliling kos.

disini ngomongnya pada pake nada tinggi, apa cuma perasaan aing ya? gaada yg ramah, ups but thruuuuu, orang yg bilang dari ‘jawa’ disinipun udah ga keliatan jawanya. hehehehe bukannya mengunggulkan suku jawa ya, tapi ya..... ya mungkin perlu pdkt lagi. perlu adaptasi hehehe.

kalau tempat kp sih, sebel sebel seneng ya. kenapa ya wkwkwk. over all, orang orangnya baik. lucu. dan sumpaaa pinter2. mereka ngomongin ilmu2 teknik lingkungan jago2 bgt. aku serasa terpelatuk. terpleset. terplintir wkwk.

padahal kalau ditelusuri gaada orang TL disini. mas yg ‘megang’ wwtp aja orang mesin. yang ngurus feeding di insinerator orang kimia. yg ngurusi perdokumenan dan hal yg ribet2 orang industri. yang ternyata kakak kelasku orang sipil wkwkkwkw ya pokoknya gitu. kayaknya ‘mahasiswa yg b aja’ sepertiku terancam deh masa depannya, apalagi di dunia perkantoran :( takut ikkkkkkkk

oh ya, next ku akan bercerita sisi lain per kp an ku ya. yg gimana tuuuu? yg di paragraf teratas. kayaknya lebih seru diceritain daripada hari hari monoton mantengin siraja sampe sebel sendiri wkwkw. see u!

[mitrakprsyariah]

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[nikenramadhiani]

FADLY

Judulnya sih Fadly, tapi postingan ini ga cuma Fadly isinya :')

Intermezzo

Memang sudaah rencana Allah, aku ga pernah pacaran hampir 20 tahun. Walaupun ga pacaran, tapi suka sakit hati karena setia sama cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan dari kelas 1 SMA sampai tingkat 2 kuliah. Hehe gapapa, bahagia kok jadi semangat belajar supaya bisa 1 kampus lagi di Bandung, dan berhasil! Tingkat 1 namanya TPB, sering belajar bareng sampai tengah malam.

Setelah hampir 5 tahun menjalani kisah cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan, akhirnya selesai juga kisah ini tapi bukan karena kita akhirnya jadian, tapi aku justru jadian sama orang lain. 

Fadly

2009. Pertama masuk kampus, pas OHU (Open House Unit), langsung tertarik ikut unit Apres! Sebagai orang yang suka nyanyi, kyknya ini pilihan tepat untuk bisa sering nyanyi dan ketemu banyak teman2 dengan hobi bermusik.

Untuk bisa jadi anggota Apres! ini, setiap Sabtu kita harus ikut JVV, sejenis kegiatan kaderisasi tapi seru, santai dan enak aja sih. Sampai akhirnya bulan November 2009, para Calon Apres! atau biasa disebut Capres! ini menjalani proses pelantikan, acaranya dari siang sampai pagi. Ini bukan kali pertama aku ketemu Fadly, tapi ini jadi momen pertama aku berinteraksi dengan Fadly dan masih bisa diingat sampai sekarang. Karena saat itu kita Capres! yang akhirnya berhasil jadi anggota Apres! pulang pagi, Fadly yang kebetulan bawa mobil, nawarin beberapa anak baru untuk diantar pulang, ada 4 perempuan yg ikut dia waktu itu, salah satunya aku yang duduk di tengah belakang. Beberapa hari kemudian, ternyata alasan dia antar kita terungkap, Fadly naksir temanku yang saat itu duduk di kursi depan mobilnya. Fine, ga sedih sih karena saat itu perasaan ke Fadly cuma sekedar kagum "wow, ada senior baik dan lumayan juga mukanya".

Akhir tahun 2009, beberapa anak Apres! ikut audisi Indonesian Idol. Dan kita foto2 di depan unit sebelum audisi. Ternyata foto sebelahan😍

2010. Apres! ngadain acara tahunan namanya GME (Ganesha Music Event). Acara besar pertama yang bisa aku dan teman2 baru ikuti selama menjadi anak baru. Di acara ini, biasanya band yang bisa perform adalah band yang lolos audisi, salah satunya adalah band Fadly. Hmm, anak ini ga sering nongkrong di unit Apres! jadi minim sih interaksi sama dia, tapi namanya selalu kedengeran sih karena banyak karyanya.

Selain itu, di tahun yang sama, Apres! ngadain liburan ke Anyer. Lumayan banyak yang ikut, kita semua naik 1 bis. Disana, kita nginep di villa 2 tingkat. Cewe2 tidur di atas, cowonya di bawah. 1 kejadian sepele yang aku ingat, tapi ternyata Fadly ga ingat setelah dikonfirmasi, yaitu aku sama dia saling nyapa di depan villa. Aku inget banget sih, ga tau padahal ga lagi suka sama dia juga sih, mungkin karena image Fadly adalah senior yang baik masih terekam baik di otakku.

Besok paginya, kita semua main di pantai. Waktu itu aku dan salah satu teman iseng foto2 pakai kacamata, karena aku ga punya, makanya aku pinjam, dan ternyata aku pinjam punya Fadly.

Masih di tahun 2010. Ada kejadian sepele yang aku ingat benar. Waktu itu aku masih ikut ospek himpunan. Untuk cari dana, aku bantu jualan makanan. Jujur, paling ga suka jualan karena harus nawarin ke orang2. Kali ini aku jualan takjil karena lagi bulan puasa, di depan CC barat liat ada Fadly lewat, langsung lah aku tawarin berhubung udah kenal kan. "Kak, mau beli takjil gaa?" Alhamdulillah dia mau beli dan karena pas adzan, dia langsung makan takjilnya di tempat. Sore itu, Fadly pakai baju koko, suka😍

2011.

Januari 2011, pas lagi libur semester. Siang2 ada sms masuk, lupa detail isi smsnya, kyknya sih inti smsnya adalah nanyain apakah aku bs ditelpon. Dan ga sempat dibalas smsnya, ada telpon masuk, dan kaget sekaget kagetnya kalau yang nelpon adalah Fadly. Deg-degan banget! Untung masih bisa jawab. Ternyata, dia butuh vokalis cewe untuk bandnya perform di suatu acara kampus. Yaa aku terimalah ajakan ini. Super happy saat itu🤩🤩🤩

Besoknya, Fadly tulis twit pertama buat aku

Semenjak itu, mulai rajin balas-balasan twit, yaa biasa aja sih karena memang obrolannya umum. Lewat twit juga Fadly bilang kalau ga mau dipanggil kakak dan ga mau disapa pakai aku kamu, jadi ya dari awal udah biasa pakai gw-lo. Sampai akhirnya pada diskusi kapan akan latihan band. Lupa kapan tepatnya, mungkin tanggal 2 atau 3 februari 2011, pokoknya beberapa hari sebelum Fadly ulangtahun. Malam itu terntaya Fadly jemput ke kosan sebelum ke studio band, bareng bassist nya. Wow, deg-degan sih, takut mengecewakan hahaa jadi waktu itu berusaha berpenampilan oke dan wangi, karena pada jamannya belum bisa dandan dan emang ga ada trend dandan sebagai anak teknik di tahun 2011.

Oke latihan berlangsung dengan baik, pulangnya diajak makan dulu bareng yang lain, katanya Fadly mau traktir ulangtahun. Lalu kita ke Road Cafe, dan entah kenapa ga nafsu makan jadi cuma pesan hot chocolate. Sepanjang waktu bareng ini, bisa disimpulkan sih kalau Fadly memang dasarnya perhatian dan ga enak-an, jadi bisa banget buat cewe geer.

Lalu, sampailah di waktu kita perform. Malam hari di GSG, yang mana udah ga ada bangunannya sekarang di kampus, berganti dengan bangunan baru. Kita semua berkostum tema olahraga, tapi rata-rata pake jaket olahraga sih. Di tengah perform, Fadly mengenalkan anggota bandnya termasuk aku, dan dia bilang "Ini Niken, anak Sipil. Niken, udah punya pacar belum?" Kenapa ga di-briefing dulu ya kalau mau nanya ini😅

Pulang perform, udah aja gitu. Entah kemana perginya Fadly dkk, waktu itu kalau ga salah, aku langsung pergi juga sama teman2 jurusan yang ikut nonton.

Setelah itu, ga pernah lagi aktif komunikasi sama Fadly. Justru, ada seniorku di jurusan yang "katanya" mau deketin aku. Dan ternyata benar, jadi aku ingat betul, start tanggal 20 Februari 2011, aku resmi pdkt sama seniorku.

Anehnya, start di waktu yang berdekatan, Fadly mulai sering ngajak chat, kirim2 twit, bahkan sesekali ngajak makan. Tapi rasanya udah ga minat sama Fadly, karena memang mau serius sama seniorku di jurusan dan lebih intens aja hubungannya sama yang di jurusan. Tapi, sekali pernah diantar pulang Fadly karena sudah malam habis kegiatan di Apres! dan itu sebelum jadian kok.

Okay, kita pergi ke tanggal 5 Maret 2011. Ini malam minggu, aku ada janjian makan di Dago Atas bareng seniorku. Eh ternyata seniorku menyatakan perasaannya, dan jawaban aku saat itu "Kak, jujur, ada 2 orang yang menurutku lagi deket sama aku, dan aku pilih kakak", 1 orang lainnya itu Fadly, ga tau kenapa pede bgt Fadly suka sama aku hahaa. Daan, yes akhirnya aku jadian sama seniorku, dia pacar pertamaku.

Besok paginya, tiba2 pacarku itu udah ada di depan kosan, ngajak sarapan. Pulangnya, aku dikabarin temen Apres! yang adalah bassist bandnya Fadly, dia bilang "Ken, Fadly tau lo jadian, dia stress". Dan ga berapa lama, Fadly nelpon, lamaaaaaa bgt 2 jam.

Lupa ngobrol apa aja, intinya di dalam obrolan itu, dia kaget kalau aku jadian, dia jelasin kalau dia memang selama ini lagi deketin aku. Dan akhirnya karena aku juga ngerasa ga enak, aku nawarin untuk ketemu di Apres! untuk kasih kejelasan semuanya.

Seminggu setelah itu, kita ketemu di Apres! kyknya dia bawa DVD film yang aku mau nonton dari jaman kita selesai ngeband (ya udah 1 bulan lalu), baru sadar kalau Fadly ini awkward kalau tatapan mata. Oke, kita ngobrol di pos belakang sunken court. Banyaak banget yang diobrolin, termasuk Fadly ngaku kalau dia telat memahami perasaannya dan juga telat menyatakan perasaannya. Dia bilang mau nunggu sampai waktu yang tepat, tapi aku ga yakin dia bisa nunggu karena aku optimis banget dengan hubunganku dan seniorku yang insya Allah bisa langgeng sampai nikah.

Maaf untuk pacarku saat itu, karena kondisi sudah malam dan hujan, dari Apres! lagi2 aku diantar Fadly, kali ini ke rumah temanku. Sebelum ke rumah temanku, ternyata Fadly mampir ke McD dulu untuk drive thru sesuatu. Tapi, kayanya ga cukup mengajak ke drive thru McD, dia ajak juga ke bakmi jawa di DU untuk makan. Barulah, aku ke rumah teman dan sesampainya di sana, aku diingatkan temanku untuk ga iseng2 karena aku sudah punya pacar.

Belum sampai 1 bulan, aku sudah disibukkan dengan persiapan ulangtahun pacarku. Bingung kasih apa, tapi karena dulu pertama kali aku jalan sama pacarku adalah saat aku perform nyanyi di PVJ, maka aku beride kasih dia CD lagu isinya aku nyanyi. Yiaaa aku kepedean suara bagus. Akhirnya minta tolong teman bantuin rekamin. Ga tau kenapa, lupa awalnya gimana, aku minta tolong ke Fadly dan dia happy nawarin rumahnya sebagai tempat rekaman. Sampai di hari H rekaman, kok aku jadi merasa penting ya karena dijemput dan dianter pulang, padahal yang butuh bantuan kan aku ya. Kalau benar dia masih suka sama aku waktu itu, hebaat banget Fadly besar hati bantuin aku rekaman untuk pacarku. Aku kagum😊

Ga ada apa-apa setelah itu, hubunganku makin baik dengan pacarku yang sudah berjalan 1 bulan, hahaha baru seumur jagung. Tepat 1 bulan, di tanggal 5 April 2011, 1 hari sebelum aku ulangtahun, pas lagi di kosan, tiba-tiba Fadly sms (lupa sih sms atau telpon) dan bilang mau kasih sesuatu. Ternyata, isinya CD lagu ciptaan dia dan lagu lain yang dia nyanyiin sendiri. Cover CD nya sangat pede yaa, ada muka Fadly dan aku di-crop dari foto 1 tahun lalu saat kita audisi Indonesian Idol. Judul albumnya (lupa tepatnya apa) itu "Destiny is Ours". Gilaak pede banget nih orang. Sambil dengerin lagunya, lama-lama ketiduran dan jam 12 lewat sedikit, ada yang ngetok kamar kos, ternyata itu adalah pacarku dan teman kosan. Otomatis, langsung aku lempar kotak CD nya, khawatir kalau ada yang lihat.

Masih di bulan April, lagi-lagi Apres! ngadain acara tahunan yaitu GME. Waktu itu aku jadi panitia, dan angkatan Fadly sudah bukan panitia aktif lagi. Tapi, anehnya dia masih ikut dan pas kita lagi duduk, ada lho yang foto.

Mei - Juli, kayaknya ga ada kejadian yang bisa diingat karena Fadly sendiri juga ga pernah deketin lagi.

Agustus 2011. Oya, pacarku itu KP 2 bulan di Kalimantan. Dari akhir Juli sampai awal Agustus, aku mulai ngerasa hubungan kita sudah ga oke. Kalau dari aku sih masih ngerasa oke aja, apalagi dia sudah mau selesai KP, senang bisa ketemu, tapi ga dengan dia. Sampai akhirnya tanggal 9 Agustus 2011 di depan toilet dekat himpunan, pacarku ajak aku ngobrol. Daann, ternyata aku diputusin. Wooow kalau inget2 kejadian itu sekarang, sebel bangeet kok kurjar aku dibuang begini. Tapi beda responku saat itu, aku mohon2 untuk ga diputusin karena aku merasa ga dapet point dari alasan dia mutusin aku. Di tengah proses mau putus, tiba-tiba Fadly lewat di depan kami berdua, aneh sih dan malunya, Fadly liat aku lagi nangis2. Setelah perdebatan panjang, ya akhirnya aku putus, setelah pacaran selama CUMA 5 bulan.

Pasca putus, rasanya seperti orang gila sih, liat mantan, nangis, dicuekin mantan nangis, bahkan lagi diem aja nangis. Kacau rasanya, apalagi bisa dibilang, kita ga pernah kembali ke status pertemanan, sampai sekarang pun hampir ga pernah tegur sapa. Sakiiiit banget sampai turun 7 kg dalam 1 bulan.

Ga berniat untuk move on, tapi memberanikan diri untuk sms Fadly membuat klarifikasi apa yang dia lihat di kampus beberapa hari lalu. Dari situ, aku justru ga suka sama respon Fadly karena sepertinya dia langsung berniat deketin lagi. Sebel, kesel, marah, bahkan menurutku, anak ini freak banget. Suka ngajak ketemu, tapi suka aku tolak. Gimana ya, namanya baru putus rasanya maleees banget deket sama orang dulu.

Sampai akhirnya setelah 1 bulan (cepat sih memang), aku mencoba membuka hati buat Fadly. Summarynya, Fadly ini cukup nempel banget. Sering minta ketemu, telponan bisa berjam-jam. Tapi anehnya, aku ngerasa seperti sudah kenal lama sama dia, ga kikuk dan sebagainya, yang ada malah nyaman.

Pertama kali dia ngajak jalan adalah ke kampung gajah hahahaa aneh sih, terlalu family trip tapi happy.

Akhirnya kita jadian tanggal 17 November 2011.

I love you Fadly, until today <3

-12 May 2020-