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bronz3y · 1 year ago

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she looks so pretty (chapter one) - Alessia Russo x reader

warnings: just two awkward girlies hehe, suggestive? kinda?, if you squint lol

hiya guys!, im back (kinda??) im gonna try post more frequently, but no promises lmao

anyways hope you enjoy this first part to a lil seires im gonna be working on, enjoy!

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“Come on girls!”

You hear the crowd erupt as you took the first steps at the emirates, as much as many times as you'd step out onto the incredible stadium you'd always get goosebumps at the sound of the thousands of fans cheering you on.You look around taking it all in as you stand in line with the rest of your team, you watch kim little and mary Earps shake hands and follow the line of your teammates to shake hands with the familiar manchester united players.

you watch the heads in the line pass you when you see the spiky ponytail, you look up and meet the eyes of Alessia Russo, piercing blue eyes meeting with yours for a second, you grab each other's hand and just like that, she's gone.

You'd never properly spoken to Alessia, but the 2 times you’d played against man united this season you felt her eyes on you during the game, and when you'd catch her, she would immediately look away and as soon as the whistle blew, you would try avoiding her and go straight for the changing rooms, scared that if you did end up talking to her, you'd say something stupid to embarrass yourself, so avoiding her was the next option.

You jogged over to the team circle, wrapping your arms around Beth and Kaite, Kim gave her speech and you all put your hands in the middle of the circle and lifted your arms up.

“Arsenal!”

Arsenal end up beating united 2-1, you and viv both scoring absolute worldies, you'd all gone around taking pictures and signing shirts when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and once again meet light blue eyes, you hear your heart in your ears as you snap out of it once you hear her relaxing voice.

“Nice goal before, was an amazing chip” Alessia praised you while wearing one of her pretty toothy smiles.

“Oh thank you, it was nothing really, Leah's assist set me up” you laughed rubbing your neck to hide the slight redness rising from your nervousness.

“Hmm true but that finish took skill, you cut through all our defenders” Alessia giggled playing with the hem of her shirt.

You both stayed talking a while longer when you heard Katies voice calling your name.

“y/n!, come on you slowpoke hurry yer ass over before i make ya” katie says looking between the two of you.

“Sorry, gotta get to the shower, i'd rather not get her to drag me over” you laugh.

“No worries, I'll see you at Lottes party this weekend?” Alessia asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, for sure,i'll be there” you replied

“Ah nice, see you there then” Alessia smiled and waved starting to walk away

“Y-yeah, you too!” you said while she walked back to hear teammates. You turned around and slapped your forehead.

“Realy y/n?, ‘you too’?, for fucks sake” you shook your head at yourself as you walked into the changing rooms.

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an hour later your walking with leah to the car park, since youd signed with arsenal a few months ago youd moved in with leah until you could find a place of your own, but it was nice having her around, you werent a fan of being on your own a lot, so having her to talk to is something your grateful for.

you both got in the car, leah driving and you in shotgun, as she pulled out of the parking she began talking.

"saw you and lessi talking earlier" leah said smirking

"oh shush it was nothing, just some friendly chat thats all" you rolled your eyes at her.

"mhm, for now" she said laughing.

"your so annoying did you know that?" you said jokingly

"its my hobby to pester you" she shrugged smiling, you roled your eyes and laughed with her.

"if you keep rolling your eyes they are gonna end up at the back of your head"

"Leah!"

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Later that day you are cooking dinner at your shared apartment with leah, some spaghetti, nice and plain for leah and you add some spices to your own since your not as picky as her, you set the two plates at the dinner table when you hear your phone ping on the kitchen counter, you walk up to it and tap on the screen, your eyes widen and your heart starts racing.

‘Alessiarusso99 started following you’

You start jumping up and down in the kitchen giggling when Leah walks in on you.

“What's gotten you so happy?” she asks, smiling with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh it's nothing’ u say pushing your phone away.

“Let me see” she reaches over your shoulder and grabs your phone and taps the screen, she looks down at it and then smirks up at you.

“B’out time one of you guys made the first move foken’ ell” she says laughing

“Oh shush we hadn't spoken until today, and plus she doesn't see me like that” you say snatching your phone off her and rolling your eyes.

“Mhm, whatever you say y/n/n” she teases, walking out of the kitchen.

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Saturday comes around and you're getting ready for the party, straightening your hair in your vanity, you'd never taken so long to choose an outfit, usually you're very quick when it comes to it, but tonight you found yourself struggling to find something you liked, or more so, something she would like. Once your done you grab your phone and spray on your expensive ‘going out’ perfume and head to the front door.

“God you look like your about to throw up” leah laughed at you

“Lee, stop it, im stressin’ man” you whined as leah shook her head.

“Come on romeo let's get in the car”

Once you get to the place Lotte rented out you hear the music blasting even from outside. you feel your chest tighten and your hands get sweaty, leah then puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, relax, breathe” you nod at her words and start breathing slowly.

“You're gonna be fine, just be yourself okay?” she smiles at you, you return the gesture and begin walking inside.

You and Leah make your way through the crowd and the mist, disco lights flashing in your eyes and sweaty bodies bumping into you, you then see Katie,Caitlin,Beth and Viv by the bar and walk up to them.

“Leah,y/n, you're finally here, god what took you so long” beth said slurring over her words you laughed at her and gave her a hug.

“Lessi asked about you before, she was wondering where you were” Beth giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Did she?” you said, your heartbeat once again starting to increase, beth nodded at your words. You then decided you needed some alcohol in your body so you'd gain the confidence to actually talk to her.

“Leah, you want a couple shots?”

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After around 20 minutes of dancing you started to feel lighter, not drunk since you wanted to remember everything tonight.

You then scanned the crowd, looking for a specific blonde through the hundreds of heads.

“Look who's finally here” you turn around at the familiar voice and smile.

“Hey, i was just looking for you actually” you said matter of factly as she smiles at you

“I've been wanting to dance with you” she said looking up and down at you

“Is that so?” you say smirking at her, liking how confident she's acting. She smiles at you and grabs your hand, pulling you into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Alessia starts screaming as ‘mr saxobeat’ starts playing,you laugh and start dancing with her, you watch how she dances, she looks good, really good, the way the simple black dress hugs her curves is driving you crazy, the disco lights shine on her skin, making her glow, you look at her in awe.

You then step closer to her, she smiles at you and grabs your wrists, placing your hands on her waist, you pull your bodies together, moving to the beat of the music, her arms go on your shoulders, your eyes not leaving each other, she lifts her drink in the air as you both sing along to the words of ‘she knows’, your fingers start tracing shapes on her waist and you feel her slightly shiver at your touch, you smirk at her and lean into her ear.

“You like that?” you whisper

“Shut up” she giggles, you then dig your fingers deeper into her waist, her laughing stopping as she lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck” she curses softly, you laugh through your nose and relax your fingers, rubbing your hands up and down her waist trying to calm her down.

“Don't wanna move too fast now hm?” you whisper looking into her hooded eyes.

“Hmm yeah, let's take it slow” she smirks,her eyes locked on yours as she slots her leg between both of yours, putting slight pressure on your core, you let out a low groan.

“Oh fuck you” you laugh as she removes her leg. She giggles and creates some space between both of you.

“Let's go find lotte” Alessia suggests, you nod agreeing and let her hold your wrist, pulling you through the crowd.

It's gonna be a long night.

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a/n:

soso sorry for the lack of fics, ive been quite busy and tbh ive had 0 motivation, please feel free to drop some requests ( i rly need some lol) or just any random questions :)

part 2 coming soon! xx

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cheriecelestial · 2 months ago

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Ocean Eyes Pt.II

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ canon typical violence, not proofread.

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Percy Jackson x Gojo fem!reader

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ I actually wrote this the same day as pt.I (hyperfixation goes brrrRRH). This seires is a tribute to my first book boyfriend and honestly the realest one out there. Percy Jackson you will forever be iconic. Comment, Like and Reblog (☆≧▽^)

Also happy Valentine’s Day to y’all ♡

Pt.I Pt.III

The moment I stepped past the barrier, the air shifted—heavy with ancient power, thick with the scent of strawberries and something unmistakably divine.

The camp stretched out before me—rolling hills, rustic cabins arranged in a semi-circle, a glistening lake in the distance. The scent of strawberries was everywhere, carried on the breeze like a ghost of childhood memories I wasn't sure I wanted to remember.

But what truly caught my attention were the people.

Everywhere I looked, the camp buzzed with activity—some campers sparred with celestial bronze weapons, others chatted casually as satyrs trotted past, and a few even soared through the air on actual pegasi. It felt like I had stepped straight into a mythological fever dream. Instinctively, my jujutsu training kicked in, scanning for potential threats. I caught a few curious glances in my direction—some fleeting, others lingering with narrowed eyes, a mix of curiosity and wariness. I was used to being stared at. With hair as white as snow and oversized dark sunglasses, I stood out.

I exhaled slowly. Great. Just what I needed—more people looking at me like I didn’t belong.

The satyr guiding me nudged my arm gently, making me flinch. “Chiron’s waiting in the Big House,” he reminded me, his voice tinged with apology, as if he hadn’t expected my reaction.

I adjusted my bag strap and forced my feet to move forward, even as part of me wanted to turn around and leave. This place was supposed to be a home for people like me.

So why did I already feel like a stranger ?

The moment I stepped inside, I felt it—a shift in the air, something ancient stirring beneath my skin. It wasn’t just the scent of old books and herbal salves or the quiet hum of magic woven into the walls. My senses flared, and a dull throb pulsed behind my eyes. The Six Eyes had always been a mystery to me, an ability I had yet to master. My control was mediocre at best, but the technique itself was among the most powerful. That was why I was here.

To learn. To refine my power. To gain control.

Because people like me didn’t get the luxury of being average—we either became the best, or we didn’t survive.

And at the center of it all stood Chiron. My key to becoming better.

He was exactly as the stories described—wise eyes, a well-groomed beard, and an air of authority that didn’t need to be announced. As a centaur, he towered over me by several inches, looking every bit the kind old mentor, but I knew better. Beneath that polite smile was a warrior who had trained heroes for centuries.

“Sensei, it’s been a while.” I offered him a small, customary bow. Chiron’s expression softened, his voice warm yet measured. “Ah… You’ve grown well, Kanao.”

I straightened from my bow, my grip tightening slightly around my bag strap. Hearing him say my name after so long stirred something in me—a mix of familiarity and unease. “Not well enough apparently,” I admitted, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “That’s why I’m here.”

Chiron studied me for a moment, his gaze knowing, as if he could see straight through the carefully composed mask I wore. “Power without control is a burden, not a gift,” he said finally. “You’ve come to the right place.” The satyr who had guided me cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you two to talk,” he said before stepping out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Silence settled between us, broken only by the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath Chiron’s hooves.

“You’re still struggling with your Six Eyes,” he observed. It wasn’t a question.

I let out a sharp breath. “Trouble is putting it lightly. It activates on its own terms, overwhelms me when it shouldn’t, and the headaches...” I shook my head. “I can barely tap into a fraction of its full potential. And it’s not just struggling—it’s stagnation. I was improving, but at some point, I hit a wall. No matter how much I trained, I couldn’t break past it.”

Chiron nodded thoughtfully. “I spoke with your uncle,” he said. “Eccentric as he may be, he gave me some insight on how to help you. From what I gather, your power needs stronger situational and physical stimuli. The training here—the quests—will provide that. Mastery takes time, Kanao. Even for someone like you.”

Someone like me.

A prodigy, yet powerless in my own eyes.

Chiron offered me a gentle smile, clearly noticing the weight of my thoughts. “Camp Half-Blood will support you to the best of its ability, child, but progress takes time. We must begin slowly—one step at a time.”

“Attention, everyone,” Chiron's voice boomed across the dining hall, cutting through the lively hum of conversation. The space, which could easily have passed for a luxurious outdoor restaurant with its elegantly carved wooden tables and twinkling lanterns hanging from trees, instantly fell into a heavy silence.

Everyone’s eyes shifted toward him, and I could practically feel the collective attention settle on me like a spotlight.

“Today, we welcome a new demigod to Camp Half-Blood.”

The moment those words left Chiron’s mouth, the stares came pouring in. I could hear the subtle rustle of whispers spreading through the crowd like wildfire. The eyes of every camper in the dining hall locked onto me, some full of curiosity, others tinged with suspicion or uncertainty. A few faces seemed vaguely familiar—others were completely new, their expressions unreadable, but all of them were focused on me.

“Who’s that?”

“New kid, huh? Looks intense.”

“What’s with the sunglasses?”

I focused on keeping my gaze straight ahead, fighting the urge to shrink away from the attention. It wasn’t the first time I’d been under scrutiny, but something about this place felt different. Maybe it was because the camp had its own rhythm, its own set of unspoken rules, and I had no idea where I fit into any of it. And most of all it was the fact that this was the first time I was surrounded by so many... children. The only ones I really interacted with were my adoptive siblings, a handful of kids from other clans I saw every couple of years, and a certain arrogant jerk whom Satoru nii-san liked to call my “childhood friend”—if you could even consider him that.

“Good Evening. My name is Kanao Gojo and I am from Japan. That is all you need to know about me. Stay out of what doesn’t concern you and I’ll gladly oblige in doing the same.”I paused, letting the words hang in the air, my voice as steady and cold as I could manage. No embellishments. No fanfare. No one needed to know anything more about me—now or ever. Friends? That was the last thing I was looking for here. I needed strength, not relationships. Once I was stronger, I could go back to Japan. Non-sorcerers had no place in my world.

“That’s all,” I finished, my gaze briefly scanning the room.

A ripple of whispers surged like an undercurrent. “Damn, what’s up with her? I thought Japanese people were... I dunno, polite?”

The voices were barely hushed, but I heard them clearly—one from a nearby table. A young satyr sitting with a tan boy who had disheveled dark hair, a blonde girl, and another with spiky black hair. None of them responded, but their eyes lingered.

Chiron nodded, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in my demeanor. Kindness was often taken as a sign of weakness in the jujutsu world and as Satoru nii-san had taught me kindess was to be in one's heart and actions not necessarily their words - especially with the vultures looming over my head, waiting to strike the second they saw an opening. “Thank you, Kanao. Now, let’s get to dinner. No need to keep her standing here longer than necessary. You’ll be staying in the Hermes cabin until your parent claims you,” he announced, his voice carrying a sense of finality.

With a stiff nod, I started to walk toward the Hermes table. I felt the heat of glares coming from one table in particular. There were a group of kids seated there, all wearing a similar vicious sneer. In the center of them was a girl with short, ragged brown hair and an unmistakably muscular build. A child of Ares, I assumed. In my downtime, I’d researched Greek gods to understand more about the western half of my heritage. Based on what I knew, I was certain that if Ares had children, they would look exactly like her. But kids like them? They were the least of my concerns.

Soon enough, dryads—tree spirits with elf-like features—began serving food at each table. One passed right by me, and the moment we made eye contact, she flinched and quickly averted her gaze. It wasn’t an unusual reaction. My Six Eyes had a way of unsettling people. The vivid blue of my eyes often scared others, setting off their natural survival instincts. It was the kind of look that made people feel like I wasn’t to be messed with. A similar effect to the eyes of a predator, which was also why animals never seemed to warm up to me. The rabbits I had owned as a child had perished simply because they couldn’t survive the horror of gazing into my eyes.

I pulled out my chopsticks from my bag as the food was set down in front of me. “Silver chopsticks? That’s fancy,” a boy commented from across the table. His laugh was quickly joined by another, the two of them clearly sharing a joke. They looked like twins—both with messy brown curls and crooked grins. I ignored them, focusing on my meal.

“Name’s Connor, and this is my brother,Travis. Nice to meet you, pretty lady—” Connor said, extending his hand toward me. I simply stared at it with a look of indifference before wordlessly returning to my food.

“O-kay. No handshakes. Got it,” he muttered, unfazed. “So, like, uh—” He trailed off, struggling to come up with a question in the middle of asking it. He shifted in his seat, his hand still lingering awkwardly in the air for a moment before he dropped it. “— what brings you to Camp Half-Blood, Kanao?” he asked, finally finding a question but realizing too late how dumb the question sounded.

I paused, chopsticks halfway to my mouth but didn’t respond immediately.

“I see no point in gracing that question with an answer,” I said flatly, not offering any further explanation. “Damn, you're straight to the point,” he said, grinning as if he found it amusing rather than intimidating. Travis leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Fair enough, no pressure,” he said casually, clearly not expecting much more from me. “But hey, if you ever need a tour guide or someone to show you the ropes around here, just let us know. We know this place like the back of our hands.”

“Looks like we've got ourselves an ice princess. Also, cool bracelet,” another camper from the table laughed. None of them seemed fazed by my cold demeanor, brushing it off as just a joke. However, I was surprised he noticed the bracelet. It was shaped like a snake coiling around my forearm. That was one piece of jewelry I rarely took off, unless it served its specific purpose. How, you might wonder? Well, that answer would reveal itself soon enough.

One benefit of having Six Eyes, despite the pain it caused, was the heightened spatial awareness it gave me. And that was exactly why I noticed the Ares kid approaching me from behind with a net in his hand the moment he got up from his table. I didn’t move right away, just watching as he closed the distance. When he was close enough, I shifted in an instant, rising from my seat with a speed that left him no time to react. He crashed onto the table, the impact loud enough to draw a few surprised looks from nearby campers. Quickly regaining his footing, the Ares kid scrambled up and tried to throw his net over me. I couldn’t help but scoff inwardly. Did they honestly think they could catch me with these childish tricks?

I didn’t have time for their games.

“Kaizen.”

The moment those words left my mouth, my bracelet came to life. It slithered off my wrist and shot toward the Ares kid and it coiled tightly around his neck, cutting off his air. “What do you think you're doing?” I crouched down to his level, watching as he gasped and writhed. “Is that any way to treat someone new here? But then there isn’t much you can expect from an Ares brat, now is there?” A mocking smile spread across my face as he struggled to respond. His pale skin flushed a deep crimson, making him look like a bright red tomato. It was almost comical. “How dare you!” Another kid from the Ares table lunged at me. Had they learned nothing?

Unfortunately, he didn’t put up much of a fight either. Six Eyes offered more than just a keen sense of my surroundings. With a small surge of cursed energy, I was able to propel myself to speeds that made me faster than humans and now apparently faster than demigods. In less than a second, I had the new challenger slammed against the Hermes table by his throat, a silver chopstick hovering dangerously close to his eye.

“That’s enough!” Chiron’s voice thundered through the pavilion. Reluctantly, I released the boy with a rough shove toward his table. Kaizen, too, loosened his grip, causing the first boy to collapse into a fit of violent coughing and wheezing. The bracelet slithered back across the floor, up the Hermes' table—eliciting startled yelps from the campers—before returning to my wrist and freezing back into place.

Chiron’s stern gaze swept across the pavilion, his hooves clicking against the stone floor as he approached us. The tension in the air was palpable and the campers from both the Ares and Hermes tables were frozen in place, their eyes darting between me, the two boys, and the centaur.

“This is not how we welcome newcomers,” Chiron said, his voice calm but firm. “Nor is it how we resolve conflicts at Camp Half-Blood. Violence is not the answer, no matter whose blood runs through your veins.” His eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I could feel the weight of his disappointment. It wasn’t the first time I’d been on the receiving end of that look, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

I nodded, but didn’t say anything. This wasn’t about making friends or impressing anyone. The force might've been excessive by some standard, but those little runts had to learn their place. The two Ares campers, still coughing and glaring, seemed to deflate under his gaze, their defiance evaporating. They muttered apologies and returned to their table, clearly humiliated, but that was the way of things here—tough, but fair. Kaizen, still coiled around my wrist, gave a faint pulse, as if reminding me to stay calm.

I returned to my seat, the brief confrontation already forgotten in my mind. The food in front of me was still warm, but I had lost my appetite. “Well, that was a bit more exciting than dinner usually is around here,” Connor said, his grin lopsided but genuine. “You sure know how to make an entrance, ice princess. It was about time someone knocked those assholes down a peg or two.” I didn’t reply, but the corner of my mouth twitched—just barely. I didn't ask for their approval though I didn't mind it receiving it either.

When I reached the Hermes cabin, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting out a long breath. The chaos of the pavilion faded behind me, replaced by the cozy, if slightly chaotic, atmosphere of the cabin. Campers lounged on bunks, playing cards or chatting, and a few glanced up as I entered.

“You really stirred things up today. Bold move. I liked it,” a voice called from right above my bed. My ears perked up instantly at the sound of familiar language. I glanced up to see a girl’s head hanging upside down from the top bunk. She had short, straight hair and distinct Asian features. “You’re Japanese?” I asked.

She laughed, her voice light and teasing. “Well, I did just speak in Japanese, didn’t I? Also, asking someone if they’re Japanese in Japanese is kind of silly, don’t you think?”

I cracked a small smile and shrugged. “I was just surprised, that’s all. So, where in Japan are you from?”

“Me? Oh no, I wasn’t born there. My mom’s from Osaka though,” she said, waving her hands dismissively, still hanging upside down as if gravity didn’t apply to her.

“That explains the accent,” I noted.

“And I’m guessing you’re from Tokyo. You’ve got that posh city-girl accent,” she shot back, her tone playful.

“You’d be right,” I admitted. “My family’s ancestral home is on the outskirts of Tokyo, and my uncle owns a place in Shirokane, so I’m always bouncing between the two.”

“Shirokane? Damn,” she whistled, flipping herself over and landing on the floor with ease. “You’ve got money, huh? Not that it’s hard to tell just by looking at you.”

She flopped onto my bed uninvited though not unwelcome, her gaze flickering to my wrist. “And tell me, where’d you get that bracelet? Did your godly parent give it to you? Could be Hephaestus’, ooh or maybe even Hecate’s. Though, the way you fight? Total Ares vibes.”

“Unless my father somehow managed to get Hephaestus or Ares pregnant, I sincerely doubt it’s either of them,” I said dryly. The girl burst out laughing at my words. “He’s the one who gave this to me, anyway,” I continued, my tone growing more serious.

“Really? I didn’t think something like this could exist outside of, y’know, the realm of the gods,” she replied, her curiosity piqued.

“My father was—” I hesitated. Calling him a sorcerer would only complicate things, so I opted for, “an occultist, of sorts.”

“Wow, so you’re stacked from both sides, huh? Fun,” she said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, you could say that,” I replied, leaning back on my bunk with a half-smile.

“Being a demigod isn’t exactly a picnic either. But hey, at least you’ve got that fancy bracelet and whatever else your dad left you. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

I glanced down at Kaizen, the silver coils glinting faintly in the dim light of the cabin. “Yeah, I guess it does,” I said quietly. “But sometimes it feels like more of a reminder than a gift.”

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious expression. “A reminder of what?”

“Of everything I’ve lost,” I admitted, my voice softer even though I didn’t know why I was telling her all this. “And everything I still have to live up to.”

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her usual playful demeanor giving way to something more thoughtful. Then she shrugged, breaking the tension with a grin. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’re already way more interesting than most of the people here. I mean, you’ve got a killer bracelet, you fight like a total badass, and you’re from Shirokane. You're bascially on your way to becoming demigod royalty.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Thanks… I think.”

“No problem,” she said, standing up and stretching. “Anyway, I’m Alice Miyazawa. If you ever need someone to talk shit with or pull a prank on someone, I’m your gal.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Arisu-san,” I replied with a small smile. Even though I was fluent in English, I still struggled with certain pronunciations. Alice caught the slight mispronunciation and grinned but didn’t correct me.

She climbed back onto her bunk, settling in as the other campers started turning off their lights. Just as the room was sinking into quiet, Alice dangled her head off the side of her bed again and declared, “Oh, and tomorrow, I’m taking you around camp. Also, ‘san’ is too formal. Just use ‘chan’ okay, Kanao-chan?”

I blinked up at her, momentarily thrown off by the sudden familiarity. I debated correcting her, but Alice had already pulled herself back onto her bed, completely unfazed. The room around us settled into a hushed stillness, the only sounds being the occasional rustling of blankets and the soft breathing of the other campers.

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Today had been exhausting—not physically, but mentally. The stares, the whispers, the ridiculous attempt at ambushing me. It was all just noise.

But Alice… she was different. She didn’t pry, didn’t ask unnecessary questions. Just barged into my space and decided we were friends.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that yet.

Just as I was finally drifting off, Alice’s voice floated down again, barely above a whisper.

“Goodnight, Kanao-chan.”

I hesitated before responding. “...Goodnight, Arisu-chan.”

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone humming tunelessly above me. Before I could even fully open my eyes, Alice’s face popped from the side of the bed, her hair dangling like a curtain. “Rise and shine, city girl ! Camp Half-Blood waits for no one,” she declared, her voice far too cheerful for the early hour.

I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to stop being a hermit,” she said, hopping down from her bunk with a thud. “Come on, up you go! Breakfast is the best part of the day, and if we’re late, the Ares kids will have already hogged all the bacon.”

“I assure you, i'm not a bacon glutton. plus my training hasn't begin yet so let this be one of the rare days i get to sleep in”

"Nope," she said, shaking her head firmly. "Get your fancy ass out of bed, because I’m giving you a—" She paused, wiggling her fingers dramatically in the air like she was building up to something huge. "Camp tour! Woooo!"For a split second, she reminded me of Satoru-nii—that same over-the-top, boundless energy that could either be infectious or exhausting, depending on the day.

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair as I sat up. "Alright, alright, I’m up."

I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and headed to the showers. They weren’t nearly half as nice as the bath back home in Japan, but I figured I’d have to get used to it. Getting ready took just as long as it always did—you can’t rush perfection, after all. By the time I was done, Alice was already waiting by the door, tapping her foot impatiently. “You’re slower than a satyr on a Monday morning,” she joked, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the cabin.

The morning air was crisp, and the camp was already buzzing with activity. Campers were heading toward the dining pavilion, their laughter and chatter filling the space. Alice kept up a steady stream of commentary as we walked, pointing out various landmarks and cabins.

“That’s the Big House,” she said, gesturing to a large blue building with a wraparound porch. “Chiron and Mr. D hang out there. Try not to get on Mr. D’s bad side—he’s the god of wine, and he’s really cranky before his morning Diet Coke.”

I nodded, filing the information away. “Noted.”

“And over there’s the climbing wall,” she continued, pointing to a massive structure that seemed to be spewing lava. “It’s a fun time if you’re into near-death experiences. Oh, and that’s the arts and crafts cabin. If you ever want to make a friendship bracelet or, I don’t know, a clay vase for your godly parent, that’s the place to go.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do people actually do that?”

Alice shrugged. “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. You might have a hidden talent for pottery.”

Next she led me inside a cabin. Unlike the sturdy, battle-worn Ares cabin or the regal marble structure of Zeus’, this one had a softer, almost dreamlike quality.

The exterior shimmered subtly, as if the wood itself had been kissed by sunlight, shifting between pastel hues of gold, pink, and lavender depending on how the light hit it. Delicate rainbows arched over the entrance, faint but ever-present, as if drawn from the mist in the air. The door was carved with intricate swirling patterns, resembling flowing water or shifting clouds, giving it an almost weightless appearance.

Inside, the cabin was airy and open, filled with the scent of fresh flowers and morning dew. The walls seemed to glow softly, reflecting the iridescent light filtering through stained-glass windows, which cast delicate rainbow patterns across the floor. The bunks were neatly arranged, each with gossamer-like curtains.

"What cabin is this?" I asked, unable to hide my fascination. My Six Eyes allowed me to take in every intricate detail, making everything appear even more ethereal. The way the light refracted through the dangling crystal prisms, scattering tiny rainbows across the walls, made the entire space feel almost unreal. A constant, gentle breeze flowed through the room, despite the lack of any open windows, as if the air itself carried whispers of unseen forces.

"This is Iris' cabin," Alice replied, grinning. "Lemme show you how we demigods make phone calls."

That caught my attention immediately. I had been strictly advised not to bring a mobile phone with me, no matter how much I had wanted to. Satoru nii-san was probably losing his mind not receiving so much as a single text from me. A corner of the cabin was dedicated entirely to Iris’s domain—shelves filled with old scrolls, modern letters, and finally, a few glowing bowls lined up neatly, their surfaces shimmering with a golden mist.

"What do I do?" I asked, turning to Alice. She gestured toward the bowl. "Take a golden drachma, toss it in, and say, ‘Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering.’ Then just picture whoever you wanna talk to."

"Drachmas? You mean these?" I asked, pulling out an oversized coin purse from my bag and opening it.

Alice took one look inside and practically choked. "That’s way too much drachma! Are you, like, a millionaire or something?"

I hesitated, not really sure how to answer that. Satoru nii-san had always raised me in the lap of luxury, so the concept of what was considered “a lot” of money had never really stuck with me.

"My family... we’re comfortable," I said after a pause.

"Yeah, that’s exactly what super rich people say," Alice muttered, shaking her head.

I merely shrugged, pulled out a few drachmas, and tossed them into the bowl before reciting the incantation. The moment the drachmas hit the golden mist, the surface of the bowl rippled like water, shifting from a hazy shimmer into something clearer. Light bent and refracted, forming a swirling rainbow at its center before stretching outward.

Alice stepped back with a satisfied nod. "Now just focus on who you wanna talk to. Picture them in your mind, as clearly as possible."

I closed my eyes briefly, thinking of a certain someone —the way his hair always looked slightly windswept no matter what, his face, and, most importantly, the broody look that never quite faded.

When I opened my eyes, the mist began to settle, and there he was.

"Onee-san."Megumi said in surprise.

"Heya, 'Gumi. Miss me?" I asked with a gentle smile, my gaze fixed on the shimmering surface. I was probably the closest to Megumi in the world after Nii-san. Nii-san had taken in Megumi and Tsumiki after an accident that claimed Megumi's father's life. From the start, Megumi had been distant and hard to reach, but over time, he gradually warmed up to me. I couldn’t think of anyone I cherished and pampered more than him—so much so that Nii-san would sometimes get a little jealous of the attention I showered on Megumi.

But before he could answer, I heard a loud voice echo behind him. And before either me or Megumi could do anything, he was yeeted out of view and Satoru Gojo’s face flickered into view, larger than life as always. He looked annoyed—no, pissed—arms crossed, his usual sunglasses pushed up into his hair.

"Gojo Kanao," he said, his tone sharp but unmistakably relieved. "Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to call? I was this close—this close—to storming the camp myself." He pinched his fingers together dramatically. "What, they don’t have Wi-Fi in that camp of yours?"

I sighed. "Nii-san, I told you, phones aren’t allowed. This was the only way I could contact you."

He huffed, clearly not satisfied. "Tch. Typical gods and their outdated rules. You could’ve at least sent a message through some divine loophole or something. Do I need to teach you creative rule-breaking now?"

Alice snorted beside me. "Wow. That’s your brother?"

"Uncle actually."

Satoru’s head snapped toward the unfamiliar voice, his brows raising in interest. "Oho? And who’s this? Kanao, you made a friend? I’m touched." He wiped an invisible tear from his eye. "My baby bird, out in the world, socializing. Proud mother moment."

Alice grinned, clearly enjoying his theatrics. "Alice Miyazawa. Resident prankster and your baby bird’s new bestie—whether she likes it or not."

I shot her a look, but Satoru just smirked. "I like her." Then, his expression turned serious again as he focused back on me. "Alright, spill. How’s camp treating you? Anyone giving you trouble? Do I need to show up and remind some demigods why I’m the strongest?"

I sighed, already bracing myself for whatever over-the-top reaction he was about to have. "It’s fine, Nii-san. Just… different."

His sharp eyes studied me through the mist, as if he could see beyond the image. "Different how?" I hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don’t know yet. But I’ll figure it out."

For once, he didn’t joke. He simply nodded. "You better. And Kanao?"

"Hm?"

His usual smirk returned. "If anyone tries to mess with you—well, you know what to do." A small smile tugged at my lips. "Yeah. I know." The mist in the bowl started to waver, the connection fading.

"Take care, Kanao," Satoru said, his voice softer now. "And call me sooner next time, got it?"

I nodded. "I will."

With that, the image dissolved, leaving only the faint glow of golden mist in its wake. Alice let out a low whistle. "Wow. That guy’s got big main character energy."

I huffed a small laugh. "You have no idea."

She nudged my shoulder. "Well, that was fun. Now, c’mon, you’ve got a whole camp to see."

As we approached the dining pavilion, the smell of food hit me, and my stomach growled loudly. Alice laughed. “Told you breakfast was worth it. Come on, let’s grab some food before the Hermes table gets too crowded.”

We loaded our plates with pancakes, bacon, and fruit, then made our way to the Hermes table. Alice introduced me to a few of the other campers, who greeted me with varying levels of enthusiasm. One kid even asked if I could show him how my bracelet worked, but Alice shut that down quickly.

“Give her a break, will you? She just got here,” she said, waving him off. I appreciated her standing up for me, it wasn't everyday when someone did that.

As we ate, Alice kept me entertained with camp gossip—who was dating whom, which cabins were currently feuding, and which activities were actually worth signing up for. “Oh, and you have to join Capture the Flag. The Ares kids are long overdue for a reality check. Plus, someone actually got claimed during a game once, so hey, maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“What kid?” I asked, taking a sip of my orange juice.

“Oh! Right! I totally forgot to mention—" Alice suddenly leaned back and waved someone over. “Julia, over here!”

I turned to see a girl about my age approaching. She had dark hair, tanned skin, and an easy confidence in her stride. I recognized her from the Hermes cabin yesterday, as well as from dinner last night—she had been sitting next to Alice at their table.

“Julia Kanao. Kanao Julia,” Alice introduced us.

“Hi! You must be the ice princess everyone’s talking about,” Julia said with a laugh, and I offered an awkward smile in return. She seemed nice, and since she was a friend of Alice’s, I didn’t feel as guarded as I usually would. Still, that didn’t mean I was going to warm up to her right away.

“Word travels fast, I suppose,” I muttered as she slid into the seat beside Alice.

Julia grinned, clearly unfazed by my reserved response. “Yeah, well, camp doesn’t have much else to talk about except new arrivals and drama. You're kind of both right now,” she said, her tone light and teasing.

Alice chuckled, nudging Julia with her elbow. “Be nice. She’s still adjusting. Not everyone’s as loud and obnoxious as you are, Jules.”

“Hey!” Julia shot back, pretending to be offended. “I prefer the term energetic, thank you very much.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little at their banter. It was clear they were close, and their easygoing dynamic made the atmosphere feel less intimidating. Still, I wasn’t ready to jump into the conversation just yet. I picked at my food, listening as they continued to chat about camp life and the upcoming Capture the Flag game.

Alice nudged Julia. “Kanao was just asking about the kid who got claimed during Capture the Flag. Figured you’d explain it better than me.”

“Oh, Percy?” Julia’s expression lit up with recognition. “Yeah, that was wild. One moment, he was just some unclaimed newbie, and the next—boom—water starts flying everywhere, and Poseidon himself basically slaps a ‘property of the sea god’ sticker on him.”

I tapped my fingers against the table, thinking. Power without control—that was dangerous. And yet, it seemed to work for him.

“Does this kid fight well?” I asked, cutting straight to the point.

Alice smirked, twirling her fork between her fingers. “Oh, he fights alright.” She leaned in slightly, as if about to share some grand secret. “Dude went from ‘new camper’ to ‘literal prophecy child’ in, like, a matter of weeks. Fought a minotaur before he even knew what he was, took down Clarisse in a game of Capture the Flag, and went on some crazy quest to retrieve Zeus’s master bolt.”

“Sounds like he’s got a lot to live up to.” I mused

“Yeah, but he handles it pretty well,” Alice said, shrugging. “Mostly by being ridiculously good at everything. Swords, water stuff—obviously—and even dealing with gods and monsters. Honestly, it’s kind of annoying how naturally talented he is.”

I smirked. “You sound like you’re a little jealous.”

“Me? Jealous? Pfft, no way,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m just saying, it’s not fair that one guy gets to be good at everything. Meanwhile, the rest of us are over here trying not to trip over our own feet during training.”

“You sell yourself short.” I hummed thoughtfully.

Julia, who had been listening with an amused look, chimed in, “Yeah, but he’s also got that classic dumb, reckless hero streak. You know the type—dives into danger without thinking, somehow survives, and then people call it destiny instead of sheer dumb luck.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, this Jackson guy sounds like an idiot.”

Julia snorted. “Oh, absolutely. But, like, an idiot who gets things done.”

I glanced around the dining pavilion, my eyes scanning the faces at the various tables. “Where is he?” I asked. Alice tilted her head toward the Poseidon table. “Over there. The one with the messy black hair, sea-green eyes, and that permanent ‘why is my life like this’ look on his face.”

I followed her gaze and spotted him immediately. He was the same guy I’d noticed the night before, sitting with the blonde girl, the spiky-haired boy, and the satyr. He had this air about him, like someone who’d been through way too much in way too little time.

I studied him for a moment before turning back to Alice. “He doesn’t look all that special.”

Alice grinned. “That’s exactly what makes him dangerous. He’s unpredictable.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, maybe I’ll get to see this Percy Jackson in action during Capture the Flag. If he’s as good as you say, it might be worth watching.”

“Oh, you’ll see him, alright,” Alice said, her eyes glinting with mischief. “He’s usually on the opposite team, so if you’re lucky, you might even get to fight him. Just don’t expect to win. Nobody beats Percy Jackson in the water.” I thought about that as I took another bite of my food. “I guess we’ll see.”

Alice grinned, clearly liking my response. “That’s the spirit! Now come on, let’s get moving. I’ve got more of camp to show you, and I want to make sure you’re fully prepared for the chaos that is Capture the Flag.”

As we left the dining pavilion, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement. Percy Jackson sounded like someone worth meeting—or maybe even challenging. If I was going to make a name for myself at Camp Half-Blood and become the strongest, I might as well start by taking on the best.

a/n - Comment to be added to the taglist :3

taglist - @hana-no-seiiki @cxcilla @imsoslay2386 @meilvn @ilovebattinson

#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo crossover #percy jackson #percy x reader #percy jackson x oc #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo #pjo x jjk #pjo x reader #pjo hoo toa #gojo satoru #gojo!oc

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kitchenisking · 1 year ago

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Seires Fic Rec Part 13

Eighth Night of Chunnuka

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis - (Hot Nerd Alert) - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 4,537, sterek)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Inspired by this super cute fanart by prettiestalpha.

This is Home by JoMouse - (This is Home) - (Rating: T, Words: 3,451, sterek)

Derek gets a letter carrying a familiar scent from an unknown person. He drops everything and returns to Beacon Hills for the first time in fifteen years.

Written for A Very Sterek Summer. Day 5, Theme: Reunion.

If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel - ( Ley Lines ) - (Rating: T, Words: 52,111, sterek)

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.”

“Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

All I Ever Wanted by gabby227 - (Presidential Stiles and First Husband Derek) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 24,297, sterek)

Based on a request on tumblr:

In the midst of all of the Election 2016 craziness, I have discovered that I need President & First Husband Sterek. Either could have either position, but I’m really desperate for the ‘First Husband’ to be more interested in continuing their current career than getting involved in anything political. They show up for the really important stuff, but they don’t put much stock in the whole the ‘President’s spouse must do a political song and dance for the masses’.

Or, rather, the first of several stories surrounding presidential!Stiles and first husband!Derek.

Reunion by Rising_Phoenix - (The New Hale Pack) - (Rating: G, Words: 5,221, sterek)

Stiles is in Beacon Hills, just in time for his ten-year high school reunion. Having been convinced to show up there, he meets the last person he wants to me, one Scott McCall, the werewolf who once had been his best friend, his brother, before he had told him that humans can not be part of a pack and abandoned him after graduation. But it's Scott who will be surprised by not only Stiles being there, but also by the backup that has decided to show up supporting him...

Pretty Little Wolf by ItsMe_Basil - ( Pretty Little Wolf) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 82,164, sterek)

Derek has heard stories about the Spark -the kind of stories that would have his younger self cowering under the blankets. The kind of stories that had Derek stick close to the pack. But when Derek is in trouble, and the pack isnt around, Derek finds himself in the care of said Spark, and he finds out fairly quickly that he's not all he seems to be. Stiles, he finds out, isn't a villain at all. Derek's only heard one side of the story for four years, and now it's time for him to hear the other side from his mate. *-* "Pretty little wolf," he hummed, stepping closer and kneeling beside Derek. Even in his death fogged brain, he recognized the words spoken. The words that were tattooed along his hip bone. The man reached a hand out, long bony fingers brushing against Derek's jaw. That's when recognition dawned on him. He knew this boy -not personally, but he'd seen pictures. This was the Spark. The one Scott had warned him about since Derek had returned to Beacon Hills four years ago. His mate. "Fuck me," Derek gasped out, dropping his head on the step. "Let's get you better, first, shall we, Puppy?" The Spark hummed.

Not Quite According to Plan by Phlinting - (A Spark of Hope and the Butterfly Effect ) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 23,261, sterek)

It's been eleven years since Scott was bitten by a feral werewolf and, despite his pack's many victories along the way, Gerard Argent's influence lives on. As the knowledge of the supernatural spread to the general population so did the hatred and fear of the unknown. The McCall pack has been picked off one by one and Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, and Peter Hale are the only three left, on the run and barely surviving.

But Stiles has found a spell. He has the magic, the spark, and his belief. He has his dad and Peter to help power it and he has the will and desperation to succeed.

He's going back to the Hale fire and this time he's going to stop it ALL before it starts.

It's the perfect solution. Too bad things never go quite according to plan...

Another Alpha by ThePornFairy - (Wash your hands) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,147, sterek)

When Stiles comes home with news, things don't exactly go as planned.

Wash your hands as thoroughly as Derek scrubs another alpha's scent off of Stiles skin

Blue Light (i'm waiting for it, that) by zanni_1 (zanni_scaramouche) - (In Your Eyes (the light, the heat) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 19,743, sterek)

Derek pays him to dance, Stiles enjoys the sex on the side, and that’s all that ties them together. Whatever else the enigmatic man does is none of Stiles’ fucking business.

Stiles works at a club owned by infamous Derek Hale, leader of the largest criminal organization this side of the country. As they twirl closer together police and rival gangs start to gain the upper hand, forcing everyone's loyalty to be questioned.

Body On My by nymphe - (Losin’ All My Innocence) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,333, sterek)

“I’m serious, Derek. Like really sensitive,” Stiles says, a little muffled by where he’s shoving his face into Derek’s shirt.

Stiles’ neck is sensitive. Derek takes advantage of it.

#sterek #derek hale #fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #seriesficrec

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nayahuang · 1 month ago

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30 Hari Menahan Diri

Ramadhan jadi bulan yang selalu ditunggu-tunggu. Pernah sadarkah bahwa setiap pergantian kalender masehi, seketika akan mencari tahu di tahun tersebut Ramadhan jatuh pada bulan berapa, ya? Dari hal tersebut, kita selalu menanti Ramadhan tiba setiap tahunnya dengan banyak ragam emosi dan ekspresi yang tertuang di dalamnya.

Salah satu hal wajib pada saat Ramadhan tentu aja, tidak lain dan tidak bukan yaitu puasa. Dalam menjalani ibadah puasapun tentu banyak momment yang hanya akan terjadi pada saat ini, salah satunya adalah berburu takjil. Sepanjang jalan yang sebelumnya sepi mendadak menjadi lautan manusia yang berjualan di badan jalan, baik kiri maupun kanan. Jalanan yang tadinya sepi, mendadak menciptakan kemacetan yang panjang, namun demikian ini pemandangan yang menyenangkan.

Puasa juga sepaket dengan tarawih, serta dianjurkan bertadarus. Lantas, kenapa, sih kita harus berpuasa? Dulu, ketika kecil cuma mengerti bahwa puasa itu tidak makan dan minum sejak fajar hingga matahari terbenam atau maghrib. Berlomba-lomba mengumpulkan jumlah puasa terbanyak untuk bisa flexing dengan teman-teman, selain itu tentu akan mendapat THR dari orang tua hahaha.

Namun, seiring bertambahnya usia dan pemahaman juga mengerti bahwa puasa bukan hanya tidak makan dan minum dari fajar hingga matahari terbenam, lebih dari itu puasa merupakan salah satu bentuk "Menahan Diri" dari godaan-godaan duniawi, tidak hanya menahan diri dari haus dan lapar, namun juga menahan diri untuk berkata kasar atau yang kurang baik, menahan diri untuk berprasangka buruk terhadap orang lain, dan banyak lagi wujud menahan diri yang dilakukan ketika puasa.

Tak jarang kata "julidnya nanti aja tunggu buka, ghibahnya nanti setelah buka, ada cerita tapi tunggu buka aja." Akan sangat familiar dipendengaran selama 30 hari menjalankan puasa ini. Namun, demikian sesuai dengan surah Al Baqarah ayat 183 juga menerangkan kewajiban untuk berpuasa sebagai bentuk taqwa kita sebagai hamba Allah.

Selamat menahan diri selama 26 hari ke depan teman-teman.

#tautannarablog8 #edisiramadan #day2

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if-rambling · 4 months ago

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My mc for “Rot of witchwood” by @rotting-ink

Name: Achille Thorne

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: Gay

Height: Very tall

Build: muscular

Romancing: it’s between the familiars, Simeone, And Emil

Origin: either arranged marriage or prisoner. Leaning towards prisoner

Btw the snake is Seir since I chose my favorite animal for his form

Achille in the prisoner background came from a poor family and already knew elemental magic before making the deal

I could make a good undercut hairstyle for Achille in the first picrew but I wanted to show how long his hair is

Tbh I think he’d get along great with simeone. Achille is a huge flirt and his clothing style would probably consist of form fitting or revealing clothing

Honestly he’ll probably get an ego boost from Emil being obsessed with him so someone will need to humble him

With saleos I think the way saleos would treat him like a pet would awaken something in him

Gonna have to do a play through for all 4 of the RO’s I want to romance. My ranking is Simeone, Seir, Emil, and Saleos

The magic he chose are teleport, the plant one, scrying, and compulsion

Btw I will pledge to the Patreon in the future for the Emil side game I can promise you that

The prologue is fun and I do like all the customization options so far. I love customization in games it’s always fun. I am interested to check out the other origins and meet the characters in game. Also I have a lot of a fun reading through the asks on the blog because Emil has such fun reactions. I already know I’ll have fun with this game since I love magic fantasy

The picrews I used for Achille

#my mc #the rot of witchwood

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rotting-ink · 30 days ago

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*Holding a gun to your head, demanding the fluff*

If the RO had a kid with their beloved witch (assuming there is a child regardless of actual ability to procreate) what would be that one trait they see in their kid and go "they have your _____"

@letstalktea

L Rawlins- I'd say their mouth. it has a natural downturn, on L it looks like they're constantly annoyed, but on your kid? A lil pout that is quite charming.

S Della Rovere- Their kid would inherit their their lustrous hair. That kid will be born with a full head of hair and it will just continue growing. Haircuts every month at this rate.

Z Chambers- Their down-turned, sad eyes. Thankfully, not the eye color they have now, the dead grey, as if they've been dead for a while, but instead might inherit the eyes they had before, with one dark obsidian black and the other a burnt gold.

V De Winters- The kid would definitely be sporting their red hair, but also, if not their hair, then their gently crooked canines. Their mother used to call it their "Tiger Teeth" for when they smiled.

Seir- Their absolutely stunning cheekbones. The moment the baby fat drops even slightly, even if they remain chubby, you can see their stunning high cheekbones.

Saleos- They would be most likely an almost exactly tiny replica of Saleos, usually with your eyes, or hair, or mouth. So... Most of them.

Starling Knight- Maybe their moody eyes. Like, L, they always look so moody when they have their resting face, but on their kid it would just look like they have deeply sad and earnest eyes.

A Lancaster- Their dimples! They have lovely, very distinctive dimples!

E Rawlins- God luck with their hair. E's hair, no matter what, always looks deeply messy and curly. Your kid will never look close to neat.

Quincy Beaumont- A toss up! Either their full, rosy cheeks that makes them look like they're always blushing, or their very long, almost feathery eyelashes. Beautiful.

D Woolf- Their beauty marks! D has a beauty mark underneath their lip, on their chin, but has more on their back and some on their chest! Your kid will have an exact copy of them!

#rottedinkspills #ask #the rot of witchwood #just love interest things #l rawlins #seir the familiar #v de winters #z chambers #s della rovere #saleos #starling knight #a lancaster #e rawlins #quincy beaumont #d woolf

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nuritawa · 1 year ago

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Akhir-akhir ini aku menyelesaikan bacaan dari buku terbaru Mba Urfa Qurrota Ainy, perihal menghadapi duka ditinggal kepergian orang tua. Awalnya aku seperti merasa punya trust issue soal kematian, perasaan tidak ingin membuka memori lama karena aku berpikir sudah saatnya berjalan lebih jauh.

Aku merasa sudah sembuh.

Tapi yang terjadi setelah melewati lembar demi lembar malah membawa ku pada cerita masa lalu yang masih hangat dalam ingatan. Hampir dua tahun ibu berpulang tapi kejadian itu terlihat begitu jelas dalam benak kepala ku.

Bukan salah dari buku ini, tetapi seperti inilah perasaan berduka yang kupahami. Kejadian itu tidak akan pernah lupa sampai kapan pun, akan menjadi pengalaman duka yang kadang sulit aku pahami, apakah aku benar-benar selesai dengan perasaan ini, atau tidak?

Yang jelas luka itu memudar seiring berjalannya waktu. Membawa pandangan ku terhadap kematian berubah, dan tentu saja rasa dukanya berubah rasa tak sesakit sejak awal kepergian beliau.

Hari ini adalah tahun ke tiga ramadhan tanpa ibu. Ada perasaan kosong, hilang, sepi, sunyi bahkan perasaan berjarak yang begitu jauh dengan pertemuan. Anehnya meski digempur dengan perasaan yang cukup familiar dari tahun sebelumnya, aku belum menangis sama sekali. Tidak ada reaksi yang menandakan aku sedih menghadapi kenyataan ini. Padahal postingan soal sepinya ramadhan tanpa ibu berseliweran disemua beranda akun sosmed ku.

Bahkan anehnya saat ziarah kubur, aku hanya memandang gundukan tanah itu tanpa ada perasaan mendayu-dayu cemas, ketakutan, atau perasaan khawatir yang sempat ku rasakan dulu. Dan sampai pada malam ke dua ramadhan ini, belum ada satu tetes air mata ku yang jatuh untuk menggambarkan sepinya ramadahan ini tanpa beliau. Kadang aku berpikir, apakah aku sudah sepenuhnya sembuh dari luka berduka? atau apa mungkin sebenarnya aku sudah mati rasa? meninggalkan cerita dimasa lalu karena terbiasa tanpa adanya beliau?

Mungkin aku sudah cukup selesai pada semua emosi berduka. Aku melihat bahwa perjalanan ini sudah saatnya dimulai dengan melihat banyak hikmah dari segala kehidupan yang ibu berikan padaku.

Karena entah kenapa, aku seolah melihat ibu dijalan-jalan kampung, disudut rumahku, di dapur sederhana kami, di berbagai surau dekat rumah, dari berbagai alat masak atau alat makan, sederhananya rasa masakan, bahkan dari sisa alat sholat beliau yang tetap ku pertahankan sampai saat ini. Aku melihat beliau dalam bentuk pengajaran, ilmu, dan kasih sayang.

Mumpung Tuhan masih memberi ku ingatan pada setiap perjalanan bersama Ibu, selama ramadhan ini aku ingin mengabadikannya dalam tulisan. Kadangkala, pikiran ku tidak muat untuk memikirkan betapa luar biasa pengajaran beliau dalam merawatku selama ini.

semoga cerita sederhana ini bisa menjadi tabungan memori, sekaligus perjalanan healing terapi menerima perjalanan duka. Dan semoga, jika ada kebaikan didalamnya bisa menjadi amal jariyah yang panjang untuk beliau.

ps. ya, sebenarnya aku tidak bisa berjanji akan selalu tepat menulis cerita-cerita ini, tapi aku akan usahakan sebaik mungkin. Ohya, ternyata aku menangis juga ketika menulis ini. memang benar, aku perlu mengenal diriku lebih dalam lagi.

Banyuwangi, 12 Maret 2024 | nuritawa

#ceritabersamaibu #ramadhanbersamaibu

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will-of-the-wisps · 1 month ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/56846134/chapters/162697510

Chapter Name: Puzzles and Switches — Part 2

Chapters: 17/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Red Son (Monkie Kid), Qi Xiaotian | MK, Zhu Bajie | Pigsy (Monkie Kid), Tang (Monkie Kid), Sha Wujing | Sandy (Monkie Kid), Original Female Character(s), Ku (Ori Video Games), Seir (Ori Video Games), Moki (Ori Video Games), Opher (Ori Video Games), Shriek (Ori Video Games), Motay (Ori Video Games), Kwolok (Ori Video Games), Grom (Ori Video Games), Tokk (Ori Video Games), Foul Presence (Ori Video Games), Baur (Ori Video Games), Mora (Ori Video Games), Lupo (Ori Video Games), Mo (Monkie Kid), Long Xiaojiao | Mei, Twillen (Ori Video Games), Tuley (Ori Video Games), Mokk the Brave (Ori Video Games), Spirit Willow (Ori Video Games)

Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Angst and Tragedy, Slow Romance, Fantasy, Battle, Journey to the West Reference, Fusion of Journey to the West and LEGO Monkie Kid, Blood and Violence, Swearing, Major Character Injury, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Post-LEGO Monkie Kid Season 03, Pre-LEGO Monkie Kid Season 04, Inspired by Ori and the Will of the Wisps, Magic, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Character Death, Crossover, Developing Friendships, Slow Burn, Flashbacks, Strangers to Lovers, Slow To Update, Graphic Description, Graphic Violence, Blood Loss, Fluff, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Original Character(s)

Summary: The team makes it to the second level of the mill—traversing confusing pathways and meeting another familiar face once more. However, what they might find in this level of the mill might be worth more than they bargained for.

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karoiseka · 7 months ago

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11) Surrogate

((catchup number two for the night! ^_^ Pre-Cal Seir an Feo!))

“I just don't know,” Seirlait leaned his head back along the wide bench back of the chocobo carriage as he gently guided the birds down the familiar path. The summer was waning, and they still hadn't found hide or hair of any mysterious miqo’te that had lost a small child in the woods. Notices had been posted in all the small hamlets, and they had even ventured into the city of Gridania to ask around and post some flyers. Well, Seir did as Feo watched the wagon outside the gates; he still didn't like the wood wailer’s eyes on him as he went about his business.

The small child had already swapped foster homes twice, surrogate parents or grandparents not able or willing to put up with such a wild child, more prone to climbing a tree than learning the family trade. It was nothing against the good people, but the girl was different, and needed more than the families could give her.

“She seems to settle with us around more than others,” Feo had interestingly been leaning towards the idea the past few weeks. The fact was true though. All the families had agreed that little Karo calmed in their presence, listening carefully to what they said, and according to the other adults, would follow their instructions to her to the letter, even if she didn’t obey anyone else.

“That isn’t the best reason for taking in a child,” Seir was playing the counter game, trying to come up with a reason they shouldn’t for every reason they should Feo could come up with, and to be honest with himself, he was losing. “It’s a lot of responsibility, and we’re on the road half the year!”

“You’ve already said that three times so far,” Feo sounded more amused than anything as Seir winced. He was coming up with less reasons–or at least they were always the same few (albeit large) reasons. The conversation continued until it was time to set camp for the night, but the thought still lingered in their minds. Would it be a good decision? Would they be good parents? The memory of the little kit curling up with her head in his lap, full of trust and curiosity melted his heart, it was true. He would fight it just a bit longer–make sure they were definitely ready for something like that. Yet, he secretly hoped that by autumn that she still didn’t fit in with anyone, and their little family could grow to three.

#ffxiv #FFXIVWrite2024 #seirlait #feophaux #thank you kate for letting me borrow you an the chocobo cart!#made things a lot easier!! lol

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delphi-dreamin · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @yourboyhack ! Thank you darling! This should be a fun one to play with tomorrow!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Document (10)

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl You like)

Writing Warm Ups

IJWB Outtakes

Document (9)

Document (4)

Delphi sighs

Inexperience - Dabi

Document2

Dabi - Fill Me

Mermaid!Lucifer AU

Meeting - Dabi

Line Cook Dabi

Luci early morning sex

Deidara smut

Broken

Love Bunny

Hybrid AU

Document (2)

Love of My Life 🖤

Combined Royal AU

Dabi Shibari

Late Night

Heat-Rut AU

BNHA Crossover

Mephisto teasing

Guardian Angel Simeon

Missing You - Video Call

Tattoo

Dabi Thigh Riding

Model

Lesson 38

Dragon AU

Pervy Simeon

Anniversaries

First Times

Send Nudes 3

Mermaid AU

Birthday Present - Asmo

The Proposal (old)

Pact Marks 2

Delphi's a thirsty bitch

Hc's - Catching Him Reading

HBD Asmo

Sandwich

After the Festival

After the Festival Alt

Sleepover - Attic Club

Sleepover

Nightbringer Lucifer

Vampire shit

Innocent Beel

Courting Rituals

Lucifer Jerk Off Fic

Threesome Headcanons

Mammon request

Familiar

Seir Stories

Asmo Corruption kink

Disappeared

Cum

A Different Kind of Dancing

Mammon Pool Table

Mephisto Hate Sex

5&1 Ass Smacking

Beel prone bone x.x

Camboy!Lucifer

Corrupt

Karaoke

Sleepover Exchange

Beel's Day on the Farm

Before You Go

A Tournament of Champions - Simeon

Woop! That's a bitch ton of WIPs. I'm not gonna tag that many people because uh. I don't think I know that many people! 🤣

Tagging, no pressure: @sassykattery @lvminy @attic-club-sandwich @scarlett-vixen @meggsngrits @vampyrsm @touyaspeach @consolationblog @jeschalynn

#reblog game #tag game #wip game #i'll get to these tomorrow when I'm trying to stay awake #cute moots

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l-edelweis · 8 months ago

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It's about music, and place, and smell

and anything around them.

Kadang bibir ini bisa menyungging senyum tiba-tiba, tanpa diperintah oleh kepala. Saat alunan lagu memutarkan nada-nada yang familiar, yang di nada-nada tersebut tersimpan suatu peristiwa-peristiwa berkesan, yang mengingatkan pada suatu hal penuh kenangan.

Kadang hidung ini tak ingin kehilangan suatu bau-bauan, yang membuat tubuhnya ingin memeluk udara. Saat itu juga.

Tempat, musik, bau, peristiwa, kenangan, kejadian, tawa, haru, bahagia.

Semua seperti saling mengikat.

Bagaimana bisa musik mengikat peristiwa. Bau mengikat kenangan. Tempat menjadi saksi bisu kejadian-kejadian.

Ada bau-bau yang sengaja aku cari. Karena itu adalah caraku mengikat sesuatu yang aku tak ingin kehilangannya. Mengikatnya supaya terus menyatu dengan diriku. Selalu berjalan seiring, menemani hari-hariku, merangkulku dengan kelembutan yang menawan.

Ada musik-musik yang ingin terus kuputar. Kuulang sekian kali. Lalu barangkali akan kuhapus dari daftar putar, untuk kuputar lagi lima, sepuluh tahun kemudian. Yang pada saat itu, perasaan--tubuhku--seperti di koyak-koyak masa lalu. Atau bisa jadi dipeluk oleh segala sesuatu yang berkaitan dengan masa lalu---teman, peristiwa, orang-orang yang penuh kasih sayang, kejadian yang nyaris tenggelam ditelan bumi namun tiba-tiba 'bangkit' lagi setelah musik-musik itu dinyalakan.

Ada tempat yang ingin dikunjungi. Kembali. Pada suatu masa, di masa depan. Tempat-tempat yang tembok, tanahnya, atapnya, lukisannya, pintunya, mejanya, lantainya, menjadi saksi bisu suatu peristiwa yang begitu berarti dan bermakna.

Bau bisa diabadikan. Musik bisa diputar berulangkali. Tempat bisa menyimpan kenangan.

Namun, hidup harus terus berjalan.

#my journey #self reflection #Spotify

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calicocoon · 9 months ago

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Menikah dan Mitos yang Menyertainya

Kebingungan pertama ketika akan memulai relationship buatku adalah menjawab satu pertanyaan apakah aku benar-benar ingin bersama orang ini atau aku cuma merasa kesepian?

Perlu waktu dan kehati-hatian untuk menemukan jawaban. Untuk kasus ini, cara yang berhasil aku lakukan adalah dengan menjadi teman baik bagi diri sendiri. Belajar sesuatu yang tidak familiar tentunya akan sedikit sulit. Bagaimana caranya bisa berteman baik saat kita merasa asing dengan diri sendiri? Atau bahkan sering berkonflik dengan diri sendiri? Karena itu penting sekali untuk memahami diri kita dahulu secara utuh biar akhirnya bisa sadar apa saja hal yang kita perlukan; apakah sekadar afeksi yang bisa diberikan oleh siapa saja? Atau seseorang yang spesifik ini yang mempunyai value sesuai keinginan kita dan mampu tumbuh bersama dalam kebaikan.

Setelah menemukan jawabannya, aku belajar untuk memahami diri sendiri. Hingga akhirnya mampu untuk berwelas asih pada diri sendiri dan orang lain. Dulu aku sempat berpikir jika mencintai orang lain itu mudah, tidak perlu belajar. Ternyata mencintai adalah kemampuan yang perlu aku usahakan lewat proses yang panjang dan melelahkan. Sebagai pengingat, aku menuliskannya menjadi sebuah puisi di Medium, silakan berkunjung ke sini jika senggang hehe. Satu hal yang aku yakini dari pengalamanku adalah kita akan bertemu orang yang tepat di saat kita sudah menemukan diri kita sendiri.

Saat memutuskan untuk menikah, terjadilah diskusi dengan beberapa teman yang sudah lebih dulu berkeluarga. Banyak doa baik dan hal baik dari percakapan itu, tapi ada beberapa pendapat juga yang aku tidak setuju dan kuanggap mitos. Terlepas dari perbedaan pendapat di antara kita, semoga teman-teman yang dulu mendengarkan pertanyaanku dengan sabar selalu dalam keadaan sehat dan bahagia ya 🫰🏻.

Salah satu pendapat yang kuanggap hanya mitos adalah 'ujian sebelum menikah'. Menurutku selama manusia bernapas, maka ujian bisa datang kapan saja dan muncul dalam berbagai wujud. Tak ada bedanya dengan proses persiapan menikah, ujian apapun bisa terjadi tapi bukan spesial karena peristiwa hendak menikahnya itu. Ada pasangan yang akan menikah misalnya, secara finansial belum stabil atau baru saja bekerja dengan tabungan yang sedikit kemudian kesulitan untuk membayar vendor pernikahan. Setelah disarankan untuk menikah dengan lebih sederhana sesuai kemampuan, pasangan ini menolak dan berdalih kalau keluarga punya banyak rekan kerja, pasangan sama-sama berasal dari keluarga besar dengan banyak saudara. Ketika curhat masalah ini sama teman kemudian direspon, "Sabar, ini ujian sebelum menikah nanti juga ada rezekinya buat calon manten." Alangkah baiknya jika pasangan ini menikah ketika tabungan sudah cukup, alih-alih memaksakan menikah dan menganggap tidak bisa membayar vendor sebagai ujian.

Pendapat lainnya adalah keraguan pada pasangan yang diartikan sebagai ujian sebelum menikah. Umumnya sebelum menikah kita memiliki waktu dan kesempatan untuk saling mengenal. Ini merupakan waktu yang krusial untuk membuka mata dan telinga lebar-lebar. Urutan yang benar versiku adalah mengenal pasangan kita dengan baik terlebih dahulu, baru kemudian merencanakan pernikahan setelah merasa sama-sama cocok dan siap. Bukan dibalik urutannya menjadi cari pasangan untuk menikah dulu, lalu kenalan nanti saja kalau sudah menikah atau berkenalan sambil mempersiapkan pernikahan. Menurut pengalamanku, keyakinan bahwa pasangan kita adalah orang yang tepat akan muncul seiring kita mengenal lebih banyak hal tentang orang tersebut. Jadi, aku tidak sedikitpun ragu atau cemas atau bahkan takut (?) untuk menikah sama suamiku, karena di masa perkenalan kami merasa cukup banyak memahami satu sama lain.

Perasaan ragu menjelang pernikahan bukanlah ujian menurutku. Keraguan semacam itu bisa terjadi karena kita kurang mengenal pasangan atau juga kurang mengenal diri sendiri. Beberapa orang bahkan kesulitan menjawab apa tujuan mereka menikah, kenapa mereka memilih pasangannya, value apa saja yang penting dan lain-lain. Padahal gedung sudah disewa, kebaya sudah diukur dan dicoba, hari pernikahan sudah di depan mata. Tentu saja ketidaksiapan akan menimbulkan perasaan ragu. Pernikahan adalah keputusan besar dalam kehidupan seseorang, kalau masih ragu sebaiknya kenalan lagi dengan lebih baik. Jangan dilanjutkan dan menenangkan diri dengan kalimat ini cuma ujian orang yang mau menikah.

Ada juga yang mendadak tidak siap menjadi istri/suami seseorang kemudian mengaitkannya dengan ujian sebelum nikah. Beberapa hari sebelum acara menangis karena cemas akan menyandang peran baru sebagai istri. Khawatir dan cemas tidak akan sebebas sebelumnya jika sudah jadi suami. Cemas karena harus meninggalkan rumah dan orangtua untuk ikut calon pasangannya. Takut karir atau pendidikan terhambat setelah menikah. Menurutku untuk menikah butuh kedewasaan dan kesadaran. Cukup dewasa untuk mengemban tanggung jawab baru dan cukup sadar jika memang banyak hal akan perlu penyesuaian setelah menikah. Perasaan cemas ini tidak bisa disebut ujian jika orang yang bersangkutan ternyata belum cukup dewasa dan sadar tentang kehidupan pernikahan. Kita akan cenderung cemas dan takut menghadapi sesuatu yang tidak kita ketahui sama sekali apalagi tanpa persiapan yang baik. Lagipula sebelum menikah harusnya sudah ada kesepakatan mau tinggal di mana, langsung punya anak atau tidak, apakah boleh sama-sama bekerja, dibantu ART, mengatur jadwal mudik dll. Kalau semua sudah jelas sepertinya kekhawatiran terkait kehidupan setelah menikah bisa diminimalisir.

Mitos lain yang cukup populer di masa aku kuliah dulu adalah mengatakan, "Udahlah, aku mau nikah aja." setiap kali terbentur kesulitan hidup. Ujian susah mau nikah aja. Belajar capek mau nikah aja. Kemana-mana sendiri mau nikah aja. Menikah seakan-akan jadi penyelesaian masalah yang sedang kita hadapi. Hidup dengan orangtua yang tidak harmonis, broken home, menjadi generasi sandwich bahkan breadwinner, kesepian, kerja underpaid solusinya sama sekali bukan menikah. Kita merasa perlu telinga yang mendengar, kita juga perlu mendapatkan afeksi dan perhatian tapi jawabannya tidak selalu menikah. Salah satu skill penting sebelum menikah menurutku adalah mandiri. Mandiri bukan berarti jadi alpha woman/ alpha male (yang di konten-konten itu) yang bersikap seakan tidak butuh orang lain. Mandiri dalam arti mampu menghadapi masalah dengan bijak, bertanggung jawab sama diri sendiri dan mampu memenuhi kebutuhan sendiri, mampu menyusun prioritas dan lain sebagainya. Buatku menikah bukan jalan pintas untuk melarikan diri dari masalah dan pasangan bukanlah pahlawan yang akan menyelamatkan kita dari segala kemalangan. Menikah itu seperti kesepakatan untuk menjadi teman perjalanan seumur hidup. Artinya kita ingin dekat, kita ingin menjalani waktu yang kita miliki bersama orang yang kita pilih, bertumbuh dan menjadi lebih baik bersama-sama. Semua diusahakan bersama. Jika dari awal punya ekspektasi untuk diselamatkan atau diratukan, dirajakan (yang di konten-konten itu) maka kamu akan merasa kecewa karena pernikahan tidak akan berjalan baik tanpa saling mengusahakan. Kalau hanya satu orang yang terus-menerus berusaha sedangkan yang lainnya sangat bergantung bahkan demanding, di satu waktu orang yang mengusahakan akan lelah berjuang sendirian.

Sama seperti saat kita masih single, dalam pernikahan pun kita tetap punya tanggung jawab, malahan jadi dua, satu sebagai individu kita bertanggung jawab untuk diri sendiri, yang kedua sebagai pasangan suami/istri. Begitu juga hal lainnya, bertambah peran artinya bertambah tanggung jawab dan kewajiban. Jadi, jika berharap dengan menikah semua masalah akan lenyap tentu saja mustahil terjadi.

Hal lain yang tak kalah membingungkan adalah mitos godaan sebelum menikah. Seperti mantan ngajak balikan, atau tiba-tiba seseorang yang tampak lebih baik dari pasangan kita mendekati kita. Perkara semacam ini perlu dipertanyakan, karena kalau aku yang mengalami sama sekali tidak akan aku anggap godaan. Tentu saja karena tidak tergoda makanya tidak dianggap sebagai godaan. Sesuatu yang menurutku mudah sekali untuk diabaikan. Bagi yang merasa itu adalah godaan perlu bertanya lagi pada diri sendiri apakah kita benar menyayangi orang yang hendak kita nikahi?

Sebagai penutup, aku mau bilang kalau menikah adalah keputusan yang besar dan akan menentukan banyak hal di hidup kita. Jangan terpengaruh dengan standar dan bisikan eksternal karena kita sendiri yang akan menjalaninya. Banyak mitos lain yang mungkin kita dengar dan aku lupa bahas di sini, mari diskusi lewat DM instagram jika perlu.

Menikah dengan orang yang tepat akan membawa banyak hal baik di hidup kita, karena pernikahan yang baik akan membuat kita bertumbuh. Kalau kalimat yang ini bukan mitos ya, karena sudah kualami sendiri 😁

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