#riake

[fireball-me]

Poll Russian Roulette 4: You're completely safe as long as your choice isn't the most picked...

[coldflash-corner]

Barry probably has showed up so often to Saints and Sinners to talk to Snart, debate with him, ask for help, etc. (with a complete absence of the fear anyone else would have) that it's basically common knowledge that Cold has a boyfriend that will show up and scold him like a Missus

[ourgalaxiescollide]

"Dolly?"

The large cat yawned and looked up sleepily, looking for her boy in the dark. Callahan was upright in his bed, rubbing his eyes and patting the bed in a search for his pet. Shaking herself and stretching lazily, Dolly hopped up to the bed and purred loudly, rubbing against the man's chest and face.

Trembling hands smoothed out the cat's fur, Callahan laid back and closed his eyes, unable to remember what horror had woken him, but feeling its effects still in the waking world. Dolly did wonders to soothe his racing heart, but his mind continued to spin and whirl as it tried to make sense of this fear he felt.

Anxiety tied knots in his chest cavity, and although Dolly tried her hardest, Callahan needed someone to talk to.

Sighing, the man reached over to his bedside table and opened his phone, shooting off a text to the only person he knew may be able to help at this hour.

'Can I come over 🥺'

Quiet, but poppy music played in the background of the brunettes apartment, bring a fun buzz to the air. The dim fairy lights filling the small living room just enough for the shadows to be lingering in the corners. Candle wicks flickered on an off, filling the space with a cozy smell, one reminding her of the old pines back at the summer camp.

Gods, she loved her nights off!

She got to say inside, throw on her dramatic robe that SCREAMED 'i totally killed my husband but act like the mourning widow' with cute little fuzzy pjs and work on her cottage core puzzles!

Humming along to a song she long since memorized, she feels the slight vibration from her phone as it dings against the wooden coffee table.

"Huh..?" The brunette reached over, flipping over the phone and watched as the screen lit up once more. Her eyes widen in surprise, but quickly soften as a quiet giggle escapes her.

'Of course!! You better be bring Dolly tho! Thats your ticket in here ;P'

[skygemspeaks]

Devastating things about the earth girl series that you don't realize on the first read through or until after you read the companion novels:

Marack never once got to meet Jarra in person

The first time Riak ever sees his granddaughter is at his wife's honour ceremony and he can't even tell her that he's her grandfather

The first time Dragon ever talks to Jarra is when he's telling her about her parents' death (while dealing with his own grief about his cousin and cousin-in-law)

Riak loses his son and his daughter-in-law, and then immediately afterwards gets caught on the solar arrays during the carrington event and has to crash land solar 5

Riak finds out that his 17 year old granddaughter had gotten hurt rescuing him!

Jaxon has to deal with the fact that because of him, his parents never got to meet their youngest daughter, and Jarra will never know what it's like to have parents

The only reason Riak was the CO of the earth solar arrays was that he was holding the position for his son. He was about to retire! And then in the same year he lost his son, almost died, and then suddenly had to be the commanding officer of Alien Contact Programme

Drago gets to befriend Jarra, but he can't even tell his best friend that he met her

Riak went for a rejuvenation cycle and came back to find out that one of his closest friends had let his youngest grandchild go through a medical procedure that had a not insignificant chance of killing her. In the same year that he'd already lost his son.

[trippygalaxy]

Idk if ill colour this but if any of y’all remember my old oc riake, i gave her a new look :]

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Please... Siang Riak Winyan | S01E02

Thai Drama - 2017, 6 Episodes

[guratpena]

riak

manusia kadang melalui episode yang tidak disangka. meski tidak semua dalam definisi buruk, nyatanya lebih banyak yang merasa dikecewakan. mungkin karena terlalu yakin, atau malah karena terlalu berharap.

tapi mungkin sebetulnya hidup tidak semengejutkan itu. mungkin sesuatu terjadi setelah pertanda atau peringatan yang tidak disadari atau terabaikan. mungkin manusia terlalu tenang menghadapi riak meski tidak tahu gelombang apa yang menanti di ujungnya.

[ourgalaxiescollide]

Now, something many people did not take into consideration when it came to horns was how difficult they were to maintain. Seen as trophys or signs of status, those without them rarely thought of how much care was put into a healthy set of horns.

Callahan, for one, had never been good about maintaining his horns. As a child, his mother or father would handle grooming, then as an adolescent, there was never an opportunity or time, as they were either cut short or removed entirely, head bandaged to stop the bleeding. Then, as a wanderer, he never really took the time to maintain them past healing any breaks or filing them down enough that they were relatively healthy.

The tiefling winced as the tender new growth of his horns snagged against his rough fingertips, frowning at the coarse, scared horntips that were slowly but surely growing into points now. Growing horns the first time is one thing. Regrowing them was another. They would chip and peel like fingernails after damage, and when they were cut as deep as Callahan's were, they were extremely sensitive.

He sat there, in the bedroom facing a mirror, hands limp in his lap and file sitting on the bed next to him. He couldn't bring himself to pick it up. The bard knew this was important to do, but still, he resisted, shying away from the feeling of metal near his horns.

She had noted the man had retreated to his bedroom, but seeing as he had been acting a little quiet recently Riake didn't think too much of it. She knows that Callahan was much more introverted compared to her and needs his sperate space, but she also knew to never let the bard let linger in his thoughts for too long.

So thats what lead her to now, Riake arms were loosely crossed as she leans on his door way while peering into his quiet room.

Riake saw the file on the bed, the tall man sat on his larger bed as he stared almost emptily into the mirror across him. She knew what that look was, and she had a feeling as to what started it.

"You alright, my mate?"

[skygemspeaks]

so i've been rereading the main earth girl trilogy now that i'm done all the spin-offs and stuff because i need to remind myself on some of the smaller details of the series for the fic i'm currently writing, and ig now that i've read the drago 2781 series plus some of the other military-centered shorts, it's making the first book hit a lot harder, especially the honour ceremony, which made me tear up

like.

Riak took over the job commanding the earth solar arrays a month ago now, right? he's so close to retiring (or so he thinks), he's just waiting on his son to come take over his position.

He's only just coming to terms with slowly reintegrating into the Tell clan, after being in a self-imposed exile for 18 years.

then, he finds out from military support that it's time for his wife's honour ceremony.

and it's probably the last thing he's expecting, right? he and the rest of the family have been waiting for jarra to reach out to them for 3-4 years now. they were probably starting to lose hope.

and then the very next day he's on the surface of earth, and walks into the dome her class is staying in, and he sees her. he sees his grandbaby for the first time in his life. she looks just like her dad. just like her grandmother. just like his wife.

he's heard about the bravery commendation she'd received, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that his wife would have been proud of her. he's proud of her. and there's nothing he wants more than to sit and talk to her for hours, to get to know her, to learn what her life has been like all these years. but he knows he can't. this is a delicate situation and he can't overwhelm her. he needs to wait for her parents to reach out and make the first attempts at connection.

four days later, his world is going to come shattering down around him when he receives the news that his son and his daughter-in-law have died in active duty, but he doesn't know that yet.

right here, in this moment, he's happy and everything is okay for once.

[trippygalaxy]

Modern! Callahan and Riake!!

[treasure-goblin]

@trippygalaxy

Tag the OCs that would find each other in any universe

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Please… Siang Riak Winyan | S01E04

Thai Drama - 2017, 6 Episodes

Episodes | Gaga | Viki | YouTube | iQIYI | WeTV | Tencent | Catalogue

[gramabiru]

dari dinding bercorak derita

ku sampaikan nestapa pujangga yang tak lagi mampu bersajak

matanya penuh dendam

bibirnya bergumam

tangannya bergetar

akalnya menumpul

sajak-sajaknya tak mampu lagi meluapkan isi hatinya

tubuhnya diserbu ribuan cambukan kehidupan

hatinya buta, rasanya enyah, cintanya pudar

...

gemintang, riak, dawai, jentaka

tak lagi membisikan narasi yang elok menawan

pujangga, ia ditawan oleh abdi dunia

kepalanya penuh ocehan yang membutuhkan validasi

langkahnya penuh rintangan yang seharusnya tak menghalang

pujangga, ia menggores tubuhnya sadis

sakit tak lagi terasa, merana menetap dalam jiwanya

ia lelah lemah mengendong ribuan pelangi yang diharapkan menghiasi mawar melati meski tak hujan turun

...

menyalahkan manusia lain oleh karena egonya

merusak kepercayaan karena caranya

menikam dirinya,

menghujat tubuhnya sebelum jasad

memperkosa kata kata yang membantunya bersajak

...

pujangga, mati berbaring pada dinding bercorak

menuliskan pesan terakhir untuk para pengenal

"aku tidak mati dengan tangan ku sendiri, namun saja jiwaku mengajak mati dengan seksa, selamat tinggal tubuh yang kuatnya mengalahkan dunia, kau usai dengan tak layak, aku pun begitu, berkesudahan dengan kecewa."

dinding bercorak menangis terisak dibisiki tragisnya napas pujangga,

Daik, 26 Oktober 2024

[sajaksaddam]

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ㅤ #hiraetheorèjaz — Layaknya dersik sangkala yang tak luruh bahari, lagi Nirmala hadir sebagai bayang-bayang pada chandraprabha, menari di atas riak memori pawana si adhikari. Tiap lekuk sasmita sang empu meretas batas senggang realitas dan ilusi – mencita tapak denai keabadian yang bernaung di sudut terdalam benak. Manik adikara puspa milikmu, pelias penaka pandang. Lerungan nan lembut, namun menembus, bak sorot lembayung yang membenam cakrawala, merayu esensi asa yang selesa terpatri di sanubari.

Adyakala, di setiap nishkala malam, kula pujangga maksih menjejaki bisikan sang Laksmi – lirih mengalun, melantas sekat jumantara fana. Engkau bak puisi yang tak jangkap, terurai dalam aksara tak berafal, namun menggema dalam sukma. Menating nuansa manyapada yang tak pernah benar-benar sirna, menyadikkan akan karsa yang sempat kita ikrarkan di bawah purnama – menyertaimu hingga batas akhir semesta, merajut benang amorfati dalam kerangka harsa dan amerta .

[komunitaspuanberaksara]

@coklatjingga Kubuka kembali kumpulan gambar usang yang telah lama menginap di rak buku paling bawah di sudut kamarku. Warnanya tak berubah, tetap seceria dulu. Dengan kilau kertasnya yang membayang senyum layu di wajahku. Tawa riang itu kembali bermain di telingaku. Hari di mana senja mengantar riak ombak dan pasir ke kakiku. Kau di sana, di sampingku yang tersenyum, malu-malu, menahan kumpulan kupu-kupu di perutku. Kau yang menggenggam erat ketakutanku dan membuangnya jauh ke dalam dekapanmu. Kau … yang kini telah kukubur dalam ingatanku, berharap tak lagi menjelma di hadapanku. Sebagaimana album tua yang kini kutumpuk di bawah buku-buku lamaku.

@nonaabuabu

Ada sesuatu yang memburu, ketika memori itu menyapa di setiap sudut. Menghadirkan bingkai wajah layaknya album tua yang ingin disentuh, berisik namun bisu, namanya; rindu.

@disahaura Bagiku, Jakarta seperti album tua yang lusuh. Meski berada dalam cerita lama, dia tetap menarik untuk terus ku buka. Seperti potret lama yang punya tempat istimewa tersendiri. Membuat simpul di sudut bibir setiap kali aku mengenangnya.

[ourgalaxiescollide]

*Soldiers searched high and low for the two escapees, the town in an uproar. Very few knew what had actually transpired, but all the townspeople knew it couldn't be anything good.*

*unbeknownst to them, the two were hidden once again in the old mill outside of town. Riake could only hope it would remain that way, for the sake of her vulnerable companion, but only time would tell....*

*Riake scrambled around the mill, searching high and low for anything of use. She had placed the tiefling-- human? on the makeshift cot she had once slept on. Many blankets lined the bed as she tried to comfort the bard.

But now...Now she was frantically looking around the mill for ways to barricade any and all entrances. Old tables and chairs thrown infront of the doors, appearing as if they had fallen over. Heavy sheets and pallets were draped over the low hanging windows, blocking peering eyes from looking inside.

After rummaging the down stairs area, Riake climbed the ladder to the loft once more.* "Still have no idea how I managed to get him up here..."

*The faun mumbles to herself, trying to comfort her racing mind. With shaky hands and tired arms, the rogue slowly drags the rickety ladder up into the loft, the scraping of wood making her ears twitch before hiding the rotten wood underneath the stray piles of hay that still laid within the mill.*

"Retas se fae, phe hope rema wake seun treasure.." *The sylvan words roll off her tongue in anxious breaths. The rogue came to sat beside the cot, head resting against the wooden walls.

Her grip tightened around her dagger. Blood still pumping in her ears as her mind over runs with 'what ifs.'*

"By the fae, I hope you wake soon my treasure.."