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[onglai]

Remember when I posted about how if Alicia died in S1E7 all hells would break lose? Well...

Here's [Part 1] of Coward's Sanctuary

Summary:

His teammate died, he retrieved the Azurium, Rizwan was better left unsaid, and everyone else despite trying their best was of no help to keep him in one piece.

In a world where Ali obeyed his order, he was left alone to deal with the aftermath.

i.

"Initiate Protocol Gegas."

That was the order Rizwan gave him through the comm. To abandon Alicia. To leave her to die while the Azureum reactors incinerated her body to ashes.

Alicia's wide eyes landed on him, shock and fear replacing the constantly cocky expression he'd come to know her for.

There was no word exchanged between them, the split second too short for any meaningful exchange. But her resignation came just as quickly.

While Ali had only begun to unfreeze from his shock, Alicia breathed in and closed her eyes.

There was no last word, no final quip directed at him. Somehow, only silence echoed among the whirring of the reactors, activating and aiming themselves in her direction.

With half of his body still stuck behind the railing, IRIS informed him of the three seconds he had left to save her in time if he used his enhanced boots. But a slight misstep would also lead to his own death alongside hers.

In another world, perhaps a braver Ali would have leaped in and grabbed her, rescued her like a friend they had never been, because that was the right thing to do. But in this world, Ali was a coward who couldn't even look at his friend as she breathed her last.

Alicia's death was unceremonious, simply ending in barely a scream and that too was cut short, all the while Ali ran in the opposite direction with tears streaming down his face, a constricting feeling twisting and turning inside his chest.

Anger at his own cowardice.

Sadness at his own incompetence.

Relief at living yet to see another day.

Guilt at his own selfishness.

Multiple emotions struck at once. And where Dos stood, in mere seconds, he'd dashed over to her as if his body had its own mind.

Override Mode, that was the phrase blinking over IRIS's now blurred screen.

He was out before he knew it.

When Ali woke up at the safehouse, he was given a summary of their successful mission:

Ali in his newly discovered Override Mode retrieved Azurium.

The mission was a success.

Dos was detained and was now in interrogation.

The mission was a success.

They lost a teammate.

The mission was a success.

Dissociation was not a word Ali was familiar with, but it was thrown a lot while the other agents talked over him, some familiar and some new.

A man called Karya was looking down at him, his voice gentle with a melodic tune to it. Another called Leon was less graceful in his approach, but he left a gentle but firm squeeze on Ali's shoulder after repeating Agent Karya's words, only in fewer words.

There was a woman, Geetha, who simply gave him a piece of chocolate before leaving to join the rest of the agents.

Uncle Bakar hugged him tightly while Ali rubbed the chocolate between his fingers, watching it slowly melt from his body's heat. Comot remained silent at his feet.

"Alicia's dead, huh." Ali hummed to which Uncle Bakar hugged him tighter.

"Mrow..." Comot nuzzled his feet.

It was only when he returned to the safe confines of his room, when nobody else could disturb him under his blanket, that everything finally dawned on him.

Alicia was dead.

All because of him.

With Comot snuggled deep into his chest, he weeped.

ii. 

Alicia's funeral was somber. Or so he heard through the phone.

With nothing but ash remaining, she was promptly buried with no further cremation. Not that those outside the agency needed to know the detail. Her uncles were the one who took care of everything, while her dad was nowhere to be found per Uncle Bakar's words.

Being a general for MATA was tough. Couldn't even attend his own daughter's funeral. Or maybe he was grieving in his bed too, like Ali was doing right now.

Ali hadn't announced his desire to be left alone, but everyone understood, so now only Comot remained at his side. Communications were either done through texts or between the barrier that was his room door whenever dad brought him food.

"Mrow?"

"I'm not okay, if that's what you're asking."

Comot whimpered, her ears deflating.

When Ali thought he could get some more shut eye, a knock on the door reminded him that he forgot to lock it, evident from the person on the other side shamelessly barging in.

Not that Ali had the energy to care.

"Ali, the General wants to see you," Agent Karya said, not even explaining how he got into the house in the first place. "We'll be downstairs waiting for you."

After deliberating whether he should obey or chance his early demise, he decided he needed a different scenery that was more than just the white of his ceiling.

Agent Rama was stoic, emotionless upon the knowledge that his beloved daughter perished under his watch. With that unemotional state as well he invited Ali to sit on the couch, while the man himself stood in front of the television.

There were several scenarios Ali had drawn inside his head, about why the General would even bother seeing him in person, Agent Karya standing watch like they were a pair of an interrogator and a prisoner. He expected accusations, he prepared himself against the onslaught of unbridled fatherly rage… yet they never came. What came instead was a calm directive, an order like any other. Someone would be put behind bars, and it was not him.

“Ali, I want your testimony against Agent Rizwan.”

iii. 

Protocol Gegas was a taboo, an order unspeakable even in the most dire circumstances. It had been so for the last five years… until it was spoken again by the man standing beside him, bounded by cuffs made of metal and others of shame and guilt.

“Ali Ghazali, you stand before us today to give testimony against Rizwan Malek for his contribution to the death of a fellow junior agent.” Pillar Leader Zain spoke from behind the blackened screen. “Did he, or did he not, order you to initiate Protocol Gegas?”

“He did.” Ali stood tall, crossed hands behind his back to hide his fumbling fingers.

“Are you, or are you not, aware of the implication behind the order?” Pillar Leader Dayang.

“I was previously made aware of it by Junior Agent Alicia and Agent Bakar,” he answered, not too quick, but not too slow, just like he’d rehearsed.

“And you followed your order obediently, leaving your teammate to die?” Pillar Leader Ganz.

“Indecision is a decision. By the time I got over my shock, it was too late.”

“Agent Rizwan, what do you have to say against the accusations?” Pillar Leader Zain spoke again.

“Five years ago, the three of you allowed the same tragedy in the name of Cyberaya’s wellbeing. Agent Djin is no longer with us today,” he defended himself, tone defiant and deflecting the blame onto their judges.

There was a low growl coming from Agent Ganz’s screen, but Agent Dayang addressed Agent Rizwan first.

“And what makes you think what happened back then was comparable to the transgression you committed, all for an insignificant jar of Azurium?”

Agent Rizwan’s lips tightened, unable to rebut her words. Agent Ganz picked up where she left off.

“Rizwan Maliq. Today, you are hereby stripped of your Agent status. You are to be incarcerated as a criminal, never to step foot again beyond your jail cell. Dismissed.”

Ali didn’t look at the man’s face, too shaken to even walk steadily on the platform that led to the exit. A pair of robot guards standing watch by the doorway went inside to drag Agent Rizwan to his new home. Uncle Bakar took Ali to his, where he could forget the aches and hide his tears under his blanket.

iv.

Ali exchanged the hell that was MATA to the torture that was school. Eyes stared, mouths hushed, ears listened. Wherever he went, Alicia’s ghost haunted him as his classmates spoke of the buried dead and the dead that barely functioned beyond nodding and shaking his head.

A student’s death raised a stir among the school population, all sympathising a car crash victim and its survivor, yet all ignorant of the real truth that it had all been nothing but murder. Ali was a murderer, blood in his hands that he used to write in his notebook.

Viktor’s gentle hand almost never left his, ready to squeeze him assurance whenever his breath so much as picked up at a trigger; Alicia’s desk, Alicia’s empty seat, Alicia’s non-existence at this school because he had been a coward who only cared about himself.

At some point, he barely registered the changing scenery, going from his classroom to the infirmary where he let himself sob onto his best friend’s shoulder.

His dad was called, the press was called, slurs were called against the paparazzis invading the school for a scoop of a Cyberaya’s Helm’s traumatised son.

Ali took one day off from school. One day became two. Two became several, and several became homeschool. He absentmindedly absorbed the lessons coming his way, never raising a voice nor head as he wrote his notes. His no-name teacher cared more for money than offending him to ever question whether he was paying attention in class. It was the silent rule they agreed upon, and both of them were happy with the arrangement.

Comot stayed by his side, claiming his lap with each day that droned on and on. At nights, she climbed on his chest and sang her purrs to drive away the phantoms lingered along the edges of the room.

“Do you think I did the right thing?”

Comot didn’t answer.

“If I’d jumped in to save her, we’d have died together.”

Comot didn’t answer again.

“I’ve always wanted the attention, you know. To be loved, to be touched. Dad always used to care more about his work, but now he’s here for me every time I need him. Viktor too. You too… But it still hurts.”

Comot never replied, because a cat could never understand that a useless coward had survived while a girl with a bright future had not. That her owner deserved none of that love, none of the affection everyone was showering him with. Because he was worth nothing, not against Alicia.

“I wish I’d died instead.”

“...Mrow…” Comot snuggled on his chest.

v.

Rizwan had escaped, Dos disappearing along with him. 

Agent Jenny had gone missing too.

IRIS was under MATA’s surveillance, never leaving the agency until it was thrown into his hand by a disgruntled General Rama.

“My dad can file you for trespassing,” Ali threatened the man who drank from Ali’s favourite Detective Jebat cup.

“And you won’t?” The General glared at him while also sipping every last drop of his tea.

“I don’t want to deal with people.”

“So do I, but it’s my job.”

When it got through his thick Bollywood skull that Ali wasn’t going to entertain him, he continued.

“Jenny helped Rizwan and Dos escape.”

“So?” Ali raised an unimpressed brow. “I’m not an agent anymore. I quit.”

“You’re not safe here.”

“And MATA’s safe how? Last I checked you have two defectors that poofed under your nose. Who’s to say there aren’t more?”

“Who’s to say people working for your father aren’t infiltrated either?”

Ali faltered.

“Th-they wouldn’t.”

“They will. They’ll do everything they can to get IRIS and unsync it from you. You, your loved ones, no one around you is safe.”

“...unless I’m trained,” Ali finished, shoulders sagging. “So here I am again huh, being your property you can flaunt around to bait your enemies.”

“Your answer is?” The general set down his tea and showed the first real emotion since he barged into the house uninvited. He looked hesitant, not wanting to force him to say yes or no. But neither of them made the decisions, the higher-ups did.

“...I’ll do it. I’ll be your bait. As long as you can promise to keep my dad safe. Keep Viktor and his family safe.”

“It will be done.”

Ali crumpled against the couch when the man finally left. Comot came to his side, offering comfort as she rubbed against his leg. He laughed, however mirthless it was.

[ejenaliheadcanon]

ejen ali cooking headcanon!

PART 1 (YOUNG AGENT/EJEN MUDA)

Tekno/techno

Ali

-Ali is good with cooking but he prefer baking

-of course he can cook! It's Canon

-his uncle (uncle bakar) teach him how to cook

-his food taste just like how his mom Cooks.

-his first time is not that good....

-almost burn The kitchen when he first time trying to cook.

Khai

-he learn to cook from his father

-only Cooks his dad's recipes

-he is really happy when his dad eat the food he cook

-his first time is normal. Nothing really bad happend.

-R.O always help him to get ingredients.

Bulat

-he can cook like a chef.

-his cooking skills are impresive.

-if you have him in your team when it's a cooking challange? Your team will win.

-he never fail cooking

-his food is always good

-it's rare to see his food turn out bad.

-he learn cooking by himself.

-his first time are very good.

Kim

-she dont usually cooks since cinco always Cooks for her.

-she learn to cook from her Sister (cinco)

-she cant cook a fish

-cinco always give her food a good rating (cinco just want to see her little Sister happy 🥲)

-her food is not that bad. Her food has Burn like 11 or more Time before but she mostly did good.

-her first time is... Not that good.

Neuro

Alicia

-she also dont usually cook since the mamak maju gang and General Rama always Cooks for her

-she is fine with cooking.

-the mamak maju gang and General Rama are very proud when they know Alicia can cook

-her first time is fine. Nothing bad happend

-learn to cook from General Rama.

-her cutting skills is very impresive.

Roza

-nahhhh she cant really cook.

-she always Fry/fried her chewing gum

-almost burn The water many time.

-mika cooks for her many Times because of that.

-her first time was bad.

-her food always turn out burns.

Jet

-he is only good at soups

-honestly roza frying skills is better.

-his soups is okay.

-he usually cook noodles

-he learn how to cook from a cooking class.

-his first time is not that good.

Sam

-love to share his country National food to the other Young agents

-enjoy cooking

-always Watch some cooking Channel

-okay with cooking

-he learn to cook from a cooking class also his first time is really bad.

-he usually share with rizka

Kombat/combat

Iman

-same like bulat she is really good at cooking!

-her cooking is so good

-Moon and Khai would punch someone at the face if someone said iman foods is not good.

-her first time cooking is not that good since she is too shy.

-she always remember about comot so she would Cooks a fish for the cat (comot)

-she is in her journey to teach roza about cooking skills

-her father teach her to cook.

Mika

-cooks for roza too.

-mika and iman want to give roza a cooking lesson

-mika is good at cooking.

-she is really good at baking too.

-her first time is very good

-learn to cook from herself.

Rizka

-good at cooking.

-always cook indonesian foods.

-always Cooks with Sam.

-her and aleks always buy ingredients together.

-learn how to wash vegetable from Kim.

-she learn how to cook from herself also her first time is good.

Chris

-Kelantan Foods is the only Foods he can Cooks.

-he use his keris as a Knife to cut the vegetables.

-good with cooking.

-learn how to cook from his friends in kelantan.

-his first time is very good.

-his food is always serve with budu.

inviso/invisino (idk which one is correct)

Rudy

-ejen djin teach him how to cook.

-his cooking skills are really impresive.

-he is secretly enjoy to cook

-he always Cooks alone.

-his first time is good.

-he always give other agents to taste his food sometimes.

Zass

-normal with cooking.

-is too fast that he always fall.

-Cooks for Moon and Rudy (he team up with aleks)

-both him and aleks always Cooks together.

-i also headcanon that Kim's team (zass, iman, roza and Kim) always have a cooking lesson together.

-zass is the one who always guys ingredients.

-iman teach him how to cook. So her first time is normal

Moon

-the others always cook for her.

-she is the youngest so no one really care if she know how to cook or no.

-probably only cook instan noodles.

-help iman to get ingredients.

Aleks

-normal with cooking

-he only know how to cook russian food.

-he only know how to speak Russian when he is cooking.

-always help rizka to cook something.

-Kim teach him to speak Malaysian.

[screwzara]

Ldf au.

I was wondering if BBB would have some trust issues with Uncle Bakar, or just adults in general. Like he kinda gets it and doesn't hate Bakar or anything he just has trouble trusting him because of all the things he hid from Ali. It somehow cultivates to Ali locking them in a closet together to solve their issues

Boboiboy silently questions their motives all the time, he just doesn't outwardly question it

He only fully trusts Tok Aba, Dr. Ghazali, Amato, Uncle Bakar and Pian who he very affectionately calls Mr. Piano. The TAPOPS members, he won't admit it, but he finds them a tad bit suspicious is all

And Ali locking them in a closet together? HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT-

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📃 Megalist of 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 and Other 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 in H&M’s Political Orbit 📃 by u/SeptiemeSens (Part 1 of 3)

📌 Link to Tumblr post Part 2 of 3

📌 Link to Tumblr post Part 3 of 3

📌 First Ladies:

Akshata Murty - Multimillionaire heiress and wife of Rishi Sunak, Prime Minister of the UK. On May 8th, 2024, Akshata attended Harry's Invictus Games 10th anniversary service at St Paul's Cathedral in London. Also in attendance: uncle Charles Spencer, auntie Lady Jane Fellowes, and other Spencer family members [source]

Hillary Clinton - In 2019, Hillary accepted Meghan's invitation to visit Frogmore Cottage where she met Meghan and 6-month old Archie. Following the Oprah interview, Hillary commented: "It just was heartbreaking that this incredibly accomplished woman Meghan Markle, who falls in love with Prince Harry, was not fully embraced by not just the so-called Firm, which is the name for the permanent bureaucracy that surrounds the royal family, but by the media in the UK." Hillary also participated in Meghan's 40x40 project [source 1 // source 2 // source 3]

Jill Biden - At an awards ceremony following the Oprah interview, Jill wore an Oscar de la Renta lemon dress pattern. It was similar to another Oscar de la Renta lemon pattern dress Meghan wore to a Spotify event the month before. Sewer Squadies claimed that Jill's dress was a subtle nod of support to H&M. Meghan even sent Jill a basket of lemons in thanks. After the funeral for the late Queen Elizabeth II, H&M reportedly asked to fly back to the US on Air Force One but they were denied [source 1 // source 2]

Michelle Obama - When Meghan guest-edited British Vogue's September 2019 issue, she lied about a "casual lunch of chicken tacos with Michelle Obama". In reality, it was an email interview. Following the explosive interview, Michelle thoughtfully responded: “My hope is that when I think about what they’re going through, I think about the importance of family, and I just pray that there is forgiveness and there is clarity and love and resolve at some point in time,” Michelle Obama said. “Because there’s nothing more important than family.” The Obamas are hold great respect and admiration for the late Queen Elizabeth II [source 1 // source 2]

Oluremi Tinubu - Following H&M's tour of Nigeria, First Lady Tinubu gave a speech in which she remarked: "We don't accept nakedness in our culture." Her comments were widely interpreted as a critique of the Meghan's clothing choices in Nigeria. Nearly a week later on May 30th, in an *alleged* email reply to AFP Fact Check reporter Tonye Bakare of Nigeria, the office of the First Lady *allegedly* clarified: "At no point did she say anything about Meghan's dressing." [source]. Was this the sinister work of Misan Harriman, Christopher Bouzy, and the Sussex Censorship Industrial Complex? Plausible deniability by First Lady Tinubu? Was First Lady Tinubu silent or was she... silenced?

Sophie Grégoire Trudeau - Former wife of Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada. Meghan's 'dear friend' Sophie participated in the 40x40 project and the Archetypes podcast. In May 2024, Sophie publicly distanced herself from Meghan: "I know her,” she says, before adding that they haven’t spent much time together, and telling me how terrible she feels for Kate Middleton after her cancer diagnosis (“my heart just sunk when I saw what was happening.”) [source]

Zita Oligui Nguema - First Lady of Gabon, photographed with H&M during their May 2024 visit to Nigeria [source]. Will First Lady Nguema invite H&M to visit Gabon for their next faux royal tour?

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Police have arrested the girlfriend of Joliet mass murder suspect Romeo Nance for allegedly preventing police from finding her boyfriend after they said he killed seven members of his own family and one other person on 21 January.

Kyleigh Cleveland, 21, was charged with obstruction of justice on Wednesday after she allegedly told police she didn’t know Nance’s phone number as the manhunt was underway.

Police said they first made contact with Ms Cleveland when they were looking for Nance’s three-year-old son after he was not found at either of the two family homes where the shootings took place.

When detectives found the child at a home in Plainfield with Ms Cleveland, the 21-year-old was cooperative with police, and agreed to be questioned, authorities said.

However, detectives believe she withheld critical information from them to prevent them from apprehending Nance.

Ms Cleveland, who is the mother of Nance’s three-year-old son, was ordered by a judge to be placed on home confinement and electronic monitoring.

Police believe Nance went on a deadly shooting spree on 21 January, shooting nine people in the Joliet area, eight of whom were killed.

Seven of the victims are believed to have been related to Nance, police said. The victims were later identified as Nance’s mother, aunt, uncle, brother and three sisters.

He is also believed to have shot two men at random, including the final victim, 28-year-old Toyosi Bakare.

Investigators do not believe that Mr Bakare was related to any of the other victims.

The ninth man, who was shot in the leg, is also not believed to have been connected to any of the other victims.

Nance later took his own life hundreds of miles away in Natalia, Texas, following a confrontation with law enforcement officials, police said.

Following the shootings, it remains unclear why Nance travelled to Natalia, which is more than 18 hours away from Joliet by road. Illinois authorities confirmed on Tuesday that Nance had no known ties to Texas.

Medina County, Texas, sheriff Randy Brown said he believes Nance was trying to reach Mexico.

“It seems like they [criminal suspects] all head to Mexico,” he said.

Police are now working to establish Nance’s motive for the killings.

“We can’t get inside his head,” said Bill Evans, Joliet’s chief of police. “We just don’t have any clue as to why he did what he did.”

“We may never know the truth or motives,” added Dan Jungles, Will County Sheriff’s Office deputy chief of operations.

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Sangheili Bracket Round 2 Match 11

More info below:

Meduu the Fierce:

Debuted in the Halo Encyclopedia (2022 edition)

The daughter of the legendary Xytan 'Jar Wattinree, Meduu violently took control of her father's property holdings after his death.

Additional commentary: Did not realize how little info there was of her in the encyclopedia. Honestly, I imagine her to have inherited her father's genes of massive fucking height. So badass warrior woman who's huge. What more do you need than that?

Submitted propaganda: Xytan 'Jar Wattinree's daughter. We know basically nothing about her except that she took control of all her father's property holdings through force. She's probably extremely intelligent and badass and stupidly TALL, just like her old man. Meduu would be the coolest character ever if someone actually remembered she existed.

Asum 'Mdama / Bakar:

Debuted in Halo: Glasslands

Born Jan. 20th, 2542 as the second son of Jul and Raia 'Mdama and the younger brother of Dural. He was trained in combat by Naxan - the great-uncle of Raia. When he learned of his mother's death in March 2553, he went to nearby fields to mourn. Then, he began to be fostered by Kasha 'Hilot as he assumed the new name of Bakar. She would take him to Onyx - her new place of work - and he would attend the Pax Institute while there.

It was around September 2558 that Molly Patel would transfer to his school, leading to her, Kareem El-Hashem, and Unggoy Gudam Keschun to come across him being bullied by three human peers. He would at first avoid trying to defend himself, until one of the bullies hits Gudam hard enough to draw blood. However, just as a full-on fight ensues, an instructor named Dinok 'Acroli breaks it up. The next day, Molly would be forced to sit at the same table as Bakar, giving him the opportunity to chastise her for making him look weak, until the other two arrive. Their attempts to become friends with him causes him to leave. Later, he would be stuck in the same self defense lesson being taught by Spartans Tom-B292 and Lucy-B091 with the same trio. During a field trip to the Repository, Bakar would open up to the trio a little and bond with them. Then, things took a turn when a beast called a rafakrit attacked. Kasha would go to distract the beast to save everyone else, only to get injured in the process, leading Bakar and his new friends to launch a risky plan to save her. After this, the Spartans and Director Mendez talk with them, which would then lead them to sharing with Bakar the identity of his father: Jul 'Mdama (due to Sangheili customs, he did not know this before). Even after learning the Covenant remnant leader was his father, Bakar would continue to feel hatred toward him. Also during this conversation, they would warn him that his brother had joined up with the Servants of Abiding Truth and had possibly infiltrated Onyx. However, much later, Cortana's message would be sent to all of the galaxy and Onyx's Guardian would awaken. Bakar was at school be it occurred, forcing him to join those hiding in the cafeteria. When Prone to Drift arrives, he and his friends concoct a plan to have Drift reach the Guardian and disrupt its communication with Cortana. Then, the Servants of the Abiding Truth attack the school, killing some people and taking Drift away to the Repository. Bakar and friends would pursue, using some creatures also chasing the Servants in their plan to stop them. After catching up, Bakar would confront his brother and beg him to stop, while Dural felt he had been dishonored and should kill himself. In order to keep the attacking creatures from hurting Bakar, Dural chose to whistle a distraction and sacrifice himself, being carried away. Another creature would remain, but Lucy would arrive and take care of it, getting injured in the process. The kids would take her and Prone to Drift away in the Pelican Lucy brought, then fly close enough to the Guardian so Drift could disable it. Now, Bakar is amongst those living in hiding from Cortana due to Onyx's slipspace bubble being reactivated.

[bloodandlegacy]

XVII: A Legacy Rewritten

Later that night, the castle was quiet—only the faint hum of the ancient magic book resting on my desk broke the silence. It pulsed beneath my fingertips, alive, restless.

Why end the night here?

I gathered what I needed and slipped out of the dormitory, keeping my steps light against the cold stone. The Restricted Section had called to me before, but tonight, something felt different. 

As I wandered through the torchlit aisles, I realized that going back in time had made the Restricted Section feel new again. The shelves weren’t quite where I remembered them—the books reorganized, misplaced, or perhaps never cataloged the same way at all.

I let my fingers trail along the spines of books, titles both familiar and foreign blending together in the dim light. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for—a hidden passage, maybe. Something to guide me.

Then—I stopped.

A book.

Not just any book.

It stood out, wedged between two volumes I knew I had combed through before.

My fingers trembled as they closed around the worn leather cover, tracing the embossed title.

Obscurus Origins.

The breath left my lungs.

I turned it over in my hands, barely able to read the words beneath the title through the haze of disbelief.

A Study of Darkness in the Womb.

My grip tightened. The room around me fell away, the air thick with the weight of what this meant.

So it is possible.

A voice shattered the silence.

"You’re pregnant?"

I nearly dropped the book. My heart slammed into my ribs as I turned sharply. Juniper stood a few feet away, arms crossed.

"What—? No!" I whispered furiously, hugging the book to my chest.

Juniper smirked. "Well, that’s a relief. I was about to start knitting baby socks."

I let out a laugh, rolling my eyes, but the shock hadn’t worn off. I held the book as if it were made of glass.

How long had I been searching for something like this? Proof that my darkness wasn’t just some unspoken curse, but something real. Something understood.

The weight of it settled in my hands.

"I’m sorry. For earlier," I muttered. Really I was, I hadn’t meant to snap at her. 

She waved a hand dismissively. "Don’t be. I forget sometimes that this isn’t my timeline either." Her voice softened. "Sometimes, I wish I could stay here forever."

A heavy silence settled between us.

"We can’t lose sight," I murmured. "We can’t get unraveled."

Juniper nodded. "Agreed. You stop kissing your uncle, and I’ll remember I’m actually a Slytherin."

I glared at her. "Go to bed."

She grinned, winking as she turned and disappeared down the aisle.

I stared down at the book, unwilling to look away. As if the moment my eyes left it, it would disappear—just a cruel trick of the dim light and my own desperation. I traced the embossed title, pressing my fingertips against the worn leather, trying to commit its every ridge, every imperfection to memory.

Only when my chest tightened with the weight of it did I finally, carefully, tuck it into my bag.

It was real.

I still couldn’t believe it existed.

______________________________________________________________

As Juniper vanished into the darkness, I turned to leave.

But then..

 I felt it.

A pull, subtle and insistent, drawing me toward the far side of the library. The same place Sebastian had revealed the first door.

Ahead, wood groaned as a passage creaked open, as if expecting me. Beyond it, a spiraling stone staircase twisted downward. The air thickened as I descended, pressing in, heavy with something unseen.

At the bottom, towering doors pulsed with an eerie violet glow. Wisps of magic curled and coiled around them. The moment my fingers brushed the surface, the magic rippled outward. Welcoming me.

The space beyond was vast, silent. A portrait gallery, grand and endless. Gilded frames lined the walls, each holding a regal figure whose eyes followed me.

I knew who they were.

Percival Rackham. Charles Rookwood. San Bakar. Niamh Fitzgerald.

The Keepers.

A voice broke the silence.

"Oh, hello."

Headmistress Fitzgerald stood within her frame, poised, and assessing.

She smiled faintly, tilting her head. "You have found your way here, just as I suspected you might."

I stepped forward.

Her expression changed in an instant, her composed demeanor faltering as she recoiled slightly.

"Wait—" she gasped.

The once shimmering floor beneath me was darkening. Tendrils of shadow spilled outward, slow and deliberate, stretching across the room like ink bleeding into water. But why? Why was it here?

I could feel it, the power in this place was heavy, ancient, vast. Maybe it craved something, maybe it recognized something in me. But I couldn’t coax it back.

I couldn’t stop it.

My breath caught in my throat, as I looked around, terrified. And as I took in the sight of the Keepers, I realized, so were they.

The map chamber darkened, swallowed in silence. But. Not chaos. Not destruction. Just a quiet presence, soaking it all in, consuming its surroundings like a predator watching, waiting.

The moment settled. The tendrils stilled.

The Keepers regained their composure, though something had shifted between them. They exchanged glances, silent, assessing.

Then, Fitzgerald spoke, her voice steady but firm.

"This power is not for you. This prophecy is not yours to fulfill."

The words struck deep, sharp and final.

Hurt twisted into anger before I could stop it. How dare they decide that? How dare they look at me and see only rejection?

But then, a sudden coolness washed over me, quieting the fire before it could burn too bright.

Maybe they have a point.

Maybe this power would do more harm than good in my hands.

I swallowed hard. My voice was quiet when I finally spoke. "Maybe I’m not the right person for this." I forced myself to meet their gazes. "But I’m trying. I’m trying to fight this darkness, and I don’t know where to start."

A pause. Then—"It’s an Obscurus."

The Keepers exchanged looks again. Their silence was different this time, curious and uncertain.

Finally, Rookwood spoke. "We have never heard of such magic."

Fitzgerald nodded, her same stoic posture. "You will not find what you’re looking for here."

The conversation was over. They had already drawn their conclusions.

The chamber felt colder as I turned to leave.

The tendrils retreated as I stepped onto the marble staircase. 

But I wasn’t empty-handed.

I know who might be right for the prophecy.

I just hoped Juniper was still awake.

______________________________________________________________

On the path back to the Slytherin common room, my thoughts tangled in everything that had just transpired. The Keepers’ rejection still gnawed at me, but it wasn’t their words that lingered; it was the darkness that had unfurled beneath my feet, curling through the Map Chamber like it belonged there.

I clenched my fists, trying to push the memory away, but it clung to me like a second skin.

This power is not for you.

Maybe they were right. Maybe it wasn’t.

I willed myself to focus on the cold stone beneath my feet, the dim torchlight flickering along the corridor. The night was too quiet, too heavy.

Then, footsteps. Quick, urgent.

"Andromeda! Wait!"

Juniper’s voice cut through the silence, and a second later, she was beside me, breathless, eyes bright with barely restrained excitement.

"Let me in. Your dorm. Please."

I arched a brow at her, still half-lost in thought. "Why?"

Juniper flashed a grin, though there was something softer beneath it. "Because we haven’t had a proper moment to catch up. Not really. Just brief meetings in the Restricted Section or in between whatever catastrophe you’ve thrown yourself into. And, well—" She hesitated, then nudged me lightly. "I miss you."

I blinked at her, caught off guard.

"I think I still have Bertie Bott’s Beans in my bag," she continued quickly, as if to cover the sincerity of the moment. "And I know you have a spare chocolate frog."

I huffed but didn’t argue. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you love me for it." She linked her arm through mine, pulling me toward the common room entrance before I could protest.

I didn’t fight her. Maybe I needed this.

The dormitory was quiet when we entered, most of the Slytherin girls already asleep, the only sound the faint crackle of the dying fireplace. Juniper kicked off her shoes the second we stepped inside my room, flopping onto my bed with an exaggerated sigh.

"Alright," she said, rummaging through her bag before pulling out the box of Bertie Bott’s Beans. "So, tell me about him."

I blinked. "Who?"

She scoffed. "Ominis Gaunt, Andromeda. Your great-uncle. The one you kissed."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "You’re never letting that go."

"Absolutely not." She popped a Bertie Bott’s bean into her mouth, making a face at whatever unfortunate flavor she’d picked. "I need details. Girly details. What’s it like? What did he say? Was it all dark and brooding, or did he surprise you?"

I sighed, shaking my head as I climbed onto the bed beside her. "Are you auditioning for a column in the Prophet, or is this just for your own amusement?"

She gasped. "So it was dark and brooding!"

I smacked a pillow into her face, and we both dissolved into laughter, muffled giggles filling the room as if we were nothing more than ordinary students, untouched by prophecy, curses, and the weight of ancient magic.

For a moment, it felt normal.

But as the laughter faded, so did the illusion.

My gaze drifted toward my desk, where the ancient magic book rested, still pulsing faintly with something unspoken.

Juniper noticed the shift immediately, her teasing softening. "Alright," she said, nudging my arm. "What is it?"

I hesitated, then reached for the book, running my fingers over the worn leather cover before handing it to her.

"I need to tell you something," I said, voice quieter now. "Something important."

Juniper’s brows furrowed as she took the book, glancing between me and the pages. "Andromeda, what is this?"

I swallowed, meeting her gaze. "It’s time you knew everything."

Juniper sat up straighter, curiosity replacing her teasing. "Go on."

I picked up the book, running my fingers along the worn leather before handing it to her. "You need to read this."

She took the book carefully, flipping through the pages. "Andromeda, what are you saying?"

I breathed slowly, the decision settling into place. "I'm saying this isn’t for me. The Keepers made that clear. But you… you might be the right person for this prophecy."

Juniper’s head snapped up. "Me?"

I nodded. "You already know most of it. You’ve been researching, learning. You’re the one who found out about Victor Rookwood. You care about this, about reclaiming what was lost. Maybe you were meant to."

For once, Juniper was silent, her fingers ghosting over the pages as she absorbed my words. Then, slowly, she looked at me, her usual fire tempered by something softer. "Are you sure?"

I hesitated before nodding. "Yes. And I’ll explain everything to Fig. I’ll tell him why I can’t continue with this. But you? You need to know everything first."

Juniper took a deep breath, her fingers ghosting over the pages. For once, she didn’t have a quick remark.

She wasn’t just uncovering the past anymore.

She was about to become part of it.

"Alright," she said, firmer now. "Where do I start?"

I let out a slow breath. Then, I turned the page.

[agent5ali5ticklez]

Ejen ali ( Young agents ) tickle headcanon!

Part 1:

Ali

Alicia

ALI:

50% lee

50% ler

Lee:

- he is ticklish but he doesn't get tickled a lot

- iman and Moon or probably khai maybe tickled her before

- get tickle like 1-3 times before.

- worst ticklish spot is his neck (only Alicia and uncle bakar know it)

- his laugh are not really squeaky.

- he is ticklish but not ticklish as hell

- people tickle him when he is tired. I mean TOO TIRED.

Ler:

- BRO HE PROBABLY HAVE TICKLE ALICIA BEFORE.

- mercifull ler

- will stop if people ask to.

- his main victim are khai and Alicia (mostly Alicia)

- why did he tickle people? It's because he try to comfort them.

- (general would just Watch him tickle Alicia and would probably didn't stop him-)

ALICIA

60% lee

40% ler

Lee:

- CUTE LAUGH

- GET TICKLED BY GENERAL AND THE MAMAK MAJU GANG!

- her worst spot is her neck

- Ali tickle her too!

- kim probably have tickle her.

- after kim tickle her. She is Embarrassed for being ticklish.

- people tickle her when she is being really annoying.

- Squirm a lot.

Ler:

- Evil ler

- would get Revenge depend on the people.

- would't get Revenge on roza or ejen zain. Since they would wrecked her

- Quickly find people most ticklish spot

- she would just tickle people until they are surrounder

- main victim are Ali and iman.

- mostly tickle Ali when he make her Angry

- for iman she use comfort tickles

[turisiancom]

TURISIAN.com - Selama berabad-abad, kota Bandung, Jawa Barat telah menjadi panggung bagi kekayaan kuliner yang tak tertandingi. Setiap daerah di kota ini memiliki pesona kuliner yang khas. Mengundang para penikmat makanan untuk menjelajah dan mengeksplorasi kelezatan setiap sudutnya. Salah satu titik kuliner yang menonjol adalah Jalan Gempol Sari di Kecamatan Bandung Kulon, Kota Bandung. Nama "Gempol" disematkan pada kawasan ini, mengambil inspirasi dari daun yang dulu tumbuh subur di sini. Meskipun pada tahun 1930-an gapura pintu masuk kampung Gempol hancur akibat masuknya Jepang ke kota Bandung. Namun keberlanjutan tradisi kuliner di sini menjadi bukti kekayaan sejarah kuliner. BACA JUGA: Eksotisme Pantai Pink dengan Pasir dan Kulinernya yang Memikat Pusat kuliner di Gempol kini terkenal dengan warisan kuliner legendarisnya yang telah berdiri lebih dari enam dekade sejak tahun 1958. Hampir semua tempat makan di kawasan ini menyematkan nama Gempol sebagai ciri khas. Mencakup berbagai jenis makanan mulai dari yang ringan hingga berat, bahkan mencakup tren kopi kekinian. Pasar Gempol, berlokasi di pusat kota, di Jalan Gempol, Gempol Wetan, Bandung, menjadi pusat magnet kuliner bagi pencinta rasa autentik. BACA JUGA: Kuliner di Jalan Dr Setiabudi Bandung, Banyak Pilihan yang Menggiurkan Berikut adalah lima rekomendasi kuliner wajib yang harus Anda cicipi ketika menjelajahi Pasar Gempol: Kupat Tahu Gempol, Tradisi Rasa Sejak 1965 Kedai ini menjadi legendaris sejak tahun 1965 dan terletak di Jalan Gempol Kulon Nomor 53, Citarum, Bandung. Kupat Tahu Gempol menawarkan pengalaman kuliner yang unik dengan tekstur lembut kupat dan tahu, disajikan dengan bumbu kacang yang lezat. Harga terjangkau sekitar Rp20.000, dan kedai ini buka setiap hari dari pukul 06.00 WIB sampai 12.00 WIB. Menawarkan Roti Gandum Roti Gempol, Manis dan Asin yang Menggoda Selera Toko roti yang sudah berdiri sejak tahun 1958 ini, di Jalan Gempol Wetan Nomor 14, Citarum, Bandung, menawarkan roti gandum bakar dengan berbagai varian rasa manis dan asin. Harga yang terjangkau, mulai dari Rp17.000 hingga Rp65.000, tergantung pada pilihan roti. Buka setiap hari dari pukul 07.00 WIB hingga 21.00 WIB. BACA JUGA: Berburu Kuliner Lezat di Dekat Kebun Raya Bogor Uncle Chen Gempol, Sentuhan Kekinian dalam Tradisi Rasa Berlokasi di Jalan Gempol Kulon Nomor 77, Citarum, Uncle Chen menghadirkan nuansa desain interior yang cozy sambil menyajikan hidangan kekinian. Bakmi fusion Chinese dengan sentuhan khas Sunda menjadi menu andalannya. Harga berkisar antara Rp25.000 hingga Rp30.000, Uncle Chen buka setiap hari dari pukul 08.00 WIB hingga 20.00 WIB. Waroenk Sate Gempol, Manisnya Sate Ayam yang Menggoda Terletak bersebelahan dengan Kupat Tahu Gempol, di Jalan Pasar Gempol Blok 5, Citarum, Waroenk Sate Gempol menyajikan sate ayam dengan bumbu manis yang pas di lidah. Menu lainnya termasuk nasi rames khas Sunda dengan harga mulai dari Rp20.000. Buka setiap hari kecuali Jumat, dari pukul 06.00 WIB hingga 02.00 WIB. BACA JUGA: Jenang Gempol, Kuliner Legendaris di Pasar Pujokusuman Yogyakarta Lumpia Basah Gempol, Cita Rasa Bandung yang Menggoda Selera Terletak di Jalan Pasar Gempol Nomor 04 RT10 RW, Lumpia Basah Gempol menawarkan variasi lumpia basah dengan isian bengkuang, tauge, dan telur orak arik. Harga mulai dari Rp13.000, dan kedai ini juga menyediakan kentang goreng, nasi goreng, dan bakmi gongso. Jelajahi dan nikmati kelezatan kuliner di Gempol Sari, sebuah perpaduan antara tradisi dan inovasi yang memikat lidah setiap pelancong rasa. Selamat menikmati! ***

[piggycyberwarrior]

thanks for tagging me lia 💕

last song: Hell N Back - Bakar

favorite color: actually all colors but brown/green are pretty darn gorg if i am being honest…

last book: The best way to bury your husband (Thriller) - Alexis Casale

last TV show: The Umbrella Academy / Yabani

sweet, spicy or savory: SAVORY!!

relationship status: single as a pringle guys 😭

current obsession: dbh Connor and messy Johnny Mactavish (ifykyk)

looking foward to: the Vernissage of my uncle 💕

( @peachy-aisha @enfppuff @captain-of-caption @missroro @thelrina @automaticllamacycle) i thought you all would enjoy! ✨ anyone else of my mooties of course too!!

Ten people I’d like to get to know better ᯓᡣ𐭩

Ty for the tag @thebiggerbear 💙💙

last song: Black Moon by Creeper

fav color: Blue

last book: Lovely War by Julie Berry

last movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas

last tv show: The Mandalorian

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet!

relationship status: Single

last thing I googled: List of Horror Movie Monsters

current obsession: Jason Todd (as always) and Tea

looking forward to: Rewatching Over the Garden Wall

no pressure tags 🥰: @batchilla @sunnie-angel @jjenthusee @chaibarbie

[thealienkidtm]

Suit n' Dress ❤💛

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I'm praying for a dinner party scene in season 3 just so I could see all my babies in fancy outfits

[pega-chan]

SuRpRIse! I voice act!

Short preview of an English fandub I’m doing (and I’ve dragged some of my friends into this I’m so sorry)

Bless Jeremy and his awesome Uncle Bakar voice

Feel free to offer some critisism XD

[syncedforjune]

The other side of the door.

Narasena.

Sayup-sayup musik jazz terdengar mengalun menemani tidurku di atas kursi sofa ruang tamu sedari tadi. Musik itu berasal dari halaman belakang, sepertinya dad dan juga yang lain masih asyik menghabiskan waktunya bersama dengan berpesta ria. Maklum, kami adalah penghuni baru di rumah besar yang akhirnya selesai direnovasi sedemikian rupa agar mirip dengan style rumah lama kami; rumah dengan gaya Jepang modern.

Ibaratnya syukuran sambil bertukar sapa dengan saudara sendiri. Toh juga ini kali keempat kami sekeluarga bisa berkumpul di satu tempat akibat pekerjaan yang tak kunjung menemukan titik senggang. Walaupun tidak semuanya bisa berkumpul, tapi aku sudah merasa bahagia. Keasingan yang dulu aku rasakan sekarang sudah berubah menjadi kebahagiaan seutuhnya.

Rumah ini semula ditempati oleh Aunt Lily dan juga Uncle Jonas. Mereka bilang, rumah ini harus terus dikunjungi dan dipantau pengerjaan renovasinya agar tidak ditempati oleh makhluk-makhluk tak kasat mata. 

“Permisi….” 

Di tengah kedamaianku di atas kursi sofa yang empuk, tiba-tiba, terdengar lirihan suara panggilan dari pintu luar yang memang sengaja aku buka sedikit. Suaranya kecil dan halus. Aku terperanjat bangun dari kursi sofa dan tersadar kalau hari sudah berganti malam.

Aura rumah mendadak berubah drastis; jadi terasa dingin dan muram. Sekujur bulu kudukku juga mendadak berdiri, entah kenapa. Aku menelan ludah dengan susah payah karena pikiran mengerikan mulai merangkak ke seluruh tubuhku. Hanya aku yang ada di ruang tamu ini. Ruang tamu yang cukup hening dan redup.

Jangan bilang kalau itu lirihan suara hantu.

“Permisi….” Lirihan suara itu kembali terdengar. Mau tidak mau akhirnya aku beranjak berjalan menuju ke arah sumber suara. Pandanganku masih terasa kunang-kunang dan jalan pun sedikit sempoyongan. Kugisik kedua mataku menggunakan tangan lalu hadirlah sesosok gadis dengan rambut panjang sampai pinggang menunduk di hadapanku. 

Aku memekik hendak kabur namun sepatu milik Grissham membuatku tersandung lalu terjatuh. Gadis itu terkejut kemudian mengulurkan tangannya, menyeringai seperti hendak memakanku sekarang juga.

He? Atau mungkin tadi aku salah lihat.

“Ma-maaf!” serunya dengan cepat. Ternyata benar. Fyuh, aku memang sudah salah lihat. Buktinya kaki gadis itu masih menapak pada tanah, tidak melayang atau bahkan mengambang. Dia juga bukanlah sesosok hantu legenda berambut panjang yang terkenal dikalangan masyarakat Indonesia. Atau bahkan Sadako… bukan, dia hanyalah seorang gadis yang hendak berkunjung ke rumahku sembari membawa satu kotak entah apalah itu isinya.

Aku meraih tangannya yang dingin lalu kembali berdiri. Jarak antara tinggi badan kami cukup jauh. Dia… imut sekali. Bahkan aku harus menundukkan kepalaku sedikit agar bisa bertukar kontak mata dengannya. Aku rasa kami seumuran.

“Maaf kalau aku ngagetin kamu,” ucapnya seperti sedang merasa bersalah. Aku pun langsung menggeleng tidak masalah.

“Ma-maaf lagi. Aku tetangga di depan rumah kamu. Ini, ada sedikit hadiah dari keluargaku. Selamat datang di komplek ini. Eum… oh ya, ibu dan ayah bilang terima kasih untuk souvenirnya yang cantik. Maaf tadi kami semua memang enggak lagi ada di rumah,” ucapnya sedikit kaku dan tergagap-gagap sambil memberikan hadiah itu kepadaku. Wajahnya juga terlihat pucat, apa dia sedang sakit?

Aku pun menerima hadiahnya lalu membungkuk, mengucapkan kata 'terima kasih' dalam bahasa Jepang. Dia membeku, matanya tiba-tiba melirik ke arah tangan kananku. Seperti terkejut.

“E-eh... maaf kalau tangan kananku buat kamu takut,” refleksku lalu menyembunyikan tangan kananku ke dalam saku celana. Ah… selalu saja begini. Bekas dari luka bakar yang ada di sekujur tangan kananku ini selalu saja mengundang lirikkan yang tidak mengenakkan. Bekas luka yang sudah bertahun-tahun lamanya. Bekas yang selalu menghantuiku hingga kini.

“Lho? Enggak, bukan begitu! Aduh, kamu salah paham, aku cuma… lagi nervous aja. He… he… he….”

“I'm sorry,” sahutnya lagi lalu menunduk seperti sedang dihukum oleh guru galak yang ada di sekolah. Aku tertawa kecil. Ya ampun, dia ini memang suka sekali meminta maaf seperti itu ya jangan-jangan?  

“Gak apa-apa, nama kamu siapa? Boleh aku tahu?” Kini aku memberanikan diri, hendak mencairkan suasana. Aku pun mengulurkan tangan kananku lagi untuk berkenalan secara resmi dengannya.

“Namaku Shankara Jenaka, panggil aja aku—”

“Kara, gimana? Boleh aku panggil kamu Kara?” tanyaku lagi memotong ucapannya karena terlalu bersemangat dapat teman baru. 

“Hee… biasanya orang-orang manggil aku Shan atau Jenaka, sih. But Kara sounds good. Namamu sendiri siapa?” tanya balik gadis yang kini aku panggil dengan nama Kara.

“Oh, namaku Narasena Shuichi. Panggil aja aku Sena, Shuichi juga boleh,” jawabku lalu dia mengangguk paham. Kami pun saling berjabat tangan.

Mendadak angin malam berhembus kencang yang membuat aku dan Kara refleks memeluk diri sendiri. Suasana juga kembali mendadak hening dan dingin. Kami membisu dalam rentetan helaan napas yang tercipta.

Sampai suatu kalimat yang masih menggantung terucap secara bersamaan, kecanggungan mulai menyeruak. Oh come on, I hate this situation. Benar-benar canggung sekali.

“Ladies first,” ucapku membiarkan Kara agar dia melanjutkan kalimatnya terlebih dahulu.

“Okay. Kalau gitu… aku pamit dulu. Udah malem, kamu juga pastinya harus istirahat. It was nice talking to you, Sena. Selamat malam,” pamitnya melanjutkan kalimat yang sempat menggantung tadi seperti enggan berlama-lama dekat denganku. Did I say something wrong to her…?

Ah, aku rasa tidak. Lagi pula Kara benar, ini sudah malam dan rasanya aku ingin segera melanjutkan tidurku yang sempat terpotong karena kehadirannya tersebut. Atau mungkin, dia hanya sedang mengalami gejala kecemasan ringan ketika sedang bertemu dengan orang baru. Sama seperti dirimu yang dulu, Narasena. 

“Oh? Oke deh. Catch you later, Ra.” 

Dia kemudian pergi dengan langkah yang terburu-buru, aku kembali menahan langkahnya dengan satu panggilan. Dia pun menoleh, raut wajahnya terlihat gugup setengah mati.

“Omong-omong, sankyu! Selamat malam!” teriakku sambil mengangkat kotak pemberian keluarganya—sebuah kotak yang berisi coklat Haigh's (coklat tertua yang berasal dari Australia). Kebetulan coklat ini adalah coklat kesukaan keluargaku juga.

Kara tersenyum hambar lalu mengangguk, melanjutkan langkahnya dan kemudian mulai hilang dari pandanganku. Dia sudah kembali masuk ke dalam rumahnya.

Aku melamun untuk beberapa saat. Angin kencang kembali mengacak-acak rambutku yang sudah mulai memanjang. Entah kenapa ada suatu hal yang membuatku jadi merasa penasaran dengannya. I feel like she's different, berbeda sekali dengan gadis-gadis yang pernah aku temui sebelumnya.

[screwzara]

What would happen if a MATA agent like Ali or Bakar tried to eat Yaya's cookies?

I'd like to think that Bakar might survive, he'll cringe a little at the taste but he'd down it

Ali on the other hand

Boboiboy(panicked): Ali!? Wake up!!!!

Ali: *couldn't survive*

Ali's friends(wondering how this happened): what does she make those cookies with-

Boboiboy's friends(except Yaya): just... Don't ask, please.