#Desulation

[jamxcecmen]

Desul Redraw after almost a year...

[the-fog-in-the-rain]

So I've had this idea for a while now, of a kingdom in this lil dark fantasy world wherein all creatures are subsumed by a fungal virus. Think head-crab zombies, but with more foliage (mushrooms, mold, ect.), and the body they control is definitely still conscious. The song in question (which I've titled “eulogy to the victims of the mushroom kingdom” in reference to both mario and this) lets you in on the mind of one victim of said fungal plague… thing. I'm envisioning entire forests covered with mushrooms and it all looks like moldy cheese. Soundscape wise, i'm picturing a sound collage, bouncing between sounds as different as smacking lips, crunching food, wikipedia articles being read at the same time about both the tropic of cancer and the tropic of capricorn, the kinds of sounds that i can bite into like a chew toy, then you wake up and realize that your biting someones face off. The sound of potato shaped tumors made out of moss bulging off your skin like some poorly made practical effect, but you can feel that part of your arm seering with fire as the limbs of the tumor-tato thing spiral like fractals and bound you in place to be eaten by your occupants. Watching yourself from afar as several uninfected wolves hear you scream in pain as they bite into you. An easy meal for them… the sensation of rot and decay, of natural devastation, (or more accurately, natural revelation). The sound of half priced burgers from Wendy'sTM. The feeling of your soul being pushed down and sideways relative to heavenly light. Of corpses bound together by rope, dirt and worms. Of seeing the light inch closer to your face, and the terror in realizing that the light is growing dimmer…Biting fang, tooth and clementine. Sully desulled cactus flowers. Moss tumor limb fractile. Limb lime limp limguine. Rotting factory, rusting foliage. Crunching spat feeling esutb0 obtuse. The feeling of your soul being forced down & diagonally relative to the glatosphere. Psoriatic arthropods. Pain savant. Doped demigod. Of moldy infected tumors growing on your body until you cant see the sun anymore… of liver cancer, and an already deadman. … … …

[chaosmultiverse-a]

Stanley let out a sigh of relief, he did trust Narrator's opinion on this matter, he could tell the difference better than Stanley could "Okay that's good to hear." He simply repiles, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

"...The parable here was due to a parasite, it took people's memories and it killed Other Stanley's co-workers, it made it so he nor his Narrators had to deal with like, eating or sleeping, either way eventually it just... Killed him, and Cyrus and Thursday killed it, and now this office doesn't have it's Stanley. Me and Cyrus already checked and I'm at least not infected by the parasite but he's pretty worried about why I have similar symptoms." Stanley explains frankly to Narrator.

Stanley looked off, he had to explain to them the deal, and hey he knew them it would probably go well, they'd hear out how important this was and they would help him, he wasn't asking for much, this was the only thing he'd ask for.

"Right right- you are famously good at desulating things, should I get you a nuke for that?" Stanley joked.

Situationship continued from here / @chaosmultiverse

Narrator shook his head. "I don't think you are, Stanley. You're acting very different than you did under their control. Less... how to put this, like you're in a tank controls video game,"

His gut dropped hearing about the dead Stanley. Just the very idea unnerved him. While hesitant to ask, he had to be sure his Stanley was safe. "How did the parable kill him?"

"You don't need to do that Stanley," Narrator didn't know how to address the everything comment, he had known that Stanley was his everything, but to know the reverse was true... it both did and didn't surprise him. "I'm a grown Narrator I can deal with my own social conundrums,"

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[tinadeviana]

Singkat cerita -Ratih.

“Lo aja yang duduk di pojok, gue gampang.”

****

15.00 PM

[Di dalam Angkot dari Pasar Semin ]

“Masih jauh ya pak?”

“Ndak, sebentar lagi mbak.”

*****

15.32 PM

[Terminal Gunung Kidul ]

Persiapan keberangkatan bus Gunung Kidul – Jakarta, sore itu bersama ransel kesayangan dan dua kantong kresek pemberian Ibu Yanti di terminal. Ketika memutuskan untuk menitipkan susu ultra dan roti coklat di warungnya, Ratih bergegas ke toilet sebelum bus pilihannya menunggu. Sekeliling orang-orang sibuk lalu lalang terseok membawa barang bawaan yang cukup berat mencari-cari nomor bus tujuan. Apalagi seorang perempuan berlawanan arah denganku menatap sambil menggendong bayi dan tas besar yang sesak. Bapak-bapak merokok dihirup asapnya oleh si bayi yang menangis karena sore itu yang cukup padat. Mas-mas mengepel lantai terminal, diinjak orang lalu lalang, dibersihkannya lagi mungkin sampai larut malam. Buru-buru ku segerakan, toilet dengan air keran yang tidak bisa dihentikan. Pintu toilet yang macet untuk dikunci, segeralah ku keluar dengan perasaan yang cukup lega. Namun, kutengok arah jam tangan sepertinya bus keberangkatanku masih lama untuk berangkat.

“Nih bawa buat makan di jalan pulang ya, nduk.”

“Duh, matur nuwun, ibu. Ndak usah repot, lagian ku cuma sebentar saja singgah di warung ini ndak beli apa-apa.”

“Ndak apa, ingat bu Yanti nanti kalau kembali ke terminal ya nduk.”

“Matur nuwun, ibu. Makasih banyak. Sampai ketemu, ibu. Mari.”

 *****

16.05 PM.

Aji mumpung seorang diri di terminal, dapet keripik kentang sama dua kantong bakpia hangat. Ratih senyum-senyum dengan ransel kesayangannya bergegas mencari-cari nomor bus pemberhentian arah Jakarta.

Ternyata di pojok paling kanan. Desal-desul suara sekumpulan bapak terbahak-bahak di kelilingi warung-warung yang banyak. Lantai merah yang sebentar dibersihkan oleh mas-mas berseragam biru polos. Kakinya melangkah sambil menoleh kanan kiri menuju nomor bus tujuan. Dua tangga bus ditolehkan “Masih kosong.” Melihat kondisi bus yang baru saja sampai di terminal. Kondektur dan Pak supir langsung memesan kopi hitam dibalik kaca bus tujuan. Ratih memasuki bus tersebut dari pintu depan menuju dua tempat duduk belakang sebelah kanan, sesuai dengan nomor dalam tiketnya. 

“Yah ternyata dipinggir.” 

“Gak bisa nyender”.

Ratih tinggalkan dua kresek dari bu Yanti untuk menandakan bahwa dirinya sudah menemukan tempat duduk untuk perjalanan pulangnya. Satu, dua, setelahnya orang-orang mulai memadati bus dan wajah lega yang ditemukan karena panas menunggu di luar.

Ratih keluar meninggalkan bus, berpikir untuk memberi es dawet karena bapak kondektur berteriak “masih satu jam lagi kita berangkat ya bapak, ibu.” Sendal jepit merah muda kusam bersama si ransel dan tas mukena di bahu untuk sholat ashar, duduk dengan asap rokok yang memenuhi pernapasannya, Ratih tetap menikmati es dawet dinginnya sambil melongok bus dihadapan mulai terisi penuh. Di lepasnya headset di telinga Ratih, bergegas ia langsung ke masjid sebrang serong kanan dari bus tujuannya. Gumam, 

“Air wudhu yang segar ini menjadi penenang hati, ketika sore yang lama sekali untuk berangkat.” 

“Puji syukur, Ratih damai dengan pikiran-pikiran-nya sebelum kembali ke Jakarta.”

17.02 PM

“Mbakkkkk, ayo 10 menit lagi dah mau berangkat.” Pak kondektur keliling sekitar meneriaki yang dipikir penumpang bus tujuan.

Ratih tergesa-gesa dengan sandal merah muda kusam, melewati pintu belakang bus dan gumam, “Semoga duduk sama ibu-ibu, atau mbak-mbak.” “Oke gue udah duduk sekarang.”

17.04 PM

[ Di dalam Bus ]

“Bus berangkat ya bapak ibu….” Teriakan dari arah depan.

“Ini bus, suka-suka bapak kondektur dan bapak supir ya.”

Laki-laki ransel biru, jaket parka terlihat seperti pulang naik gunung menganggu dua kresek hitamku. Sok tahunya si Ratih dan gumamnya ibu-ibu atau mbak-mbak ternyata keliru. Laki-laki lebih muda dariku atau seumuran sepertinya dari Jakarta juga. Sepatu hitam mirip converse, jeans hitam, rambut yang rapih tapi juga berantakan. Headset hitam senyum-senyum dibalik layar handphone­-nya. Laki-laki kulit sawo matang, tinggi sekitar 170-an, look yang lumayan okay dilihat, kelihatannya bukan mas-mas aneh, atau mas-mas iseng, atau mas-mas alay yang doyan selfie. Tapi, laki-laki yang sepertinya pendiam, sopan (?), gerik yang suka berpergian, tahu dari mana, entahlah laki-laki yang gak bikin paranoid di awal perjalanan pulang.

Gak ada buku di ransel Ratih, cuma suara “rara sekar-growing up” di telinganya di dengar berkali-kali. Dilihatnya kanan jendela bersama teman sebelahnya yang dipikir ibu-ibu atau mbak-mbak, alias laki-laki jaket parka hitam yang suka senyum-senyum sendiri diponselnya. 

“Jangan kena bahu gue” 

*****

Lamunan menunggu kabar seseorang dari Jakarta, saat itu. 

Kabar seseorang yang berarti untuknya, untuk waktu yang cukup lama. 

Kumandang maghrib, isya berlalu di perjalanan pulang, dengan pantat yang cukup panas yang akan terus panas karena duduk dengan gaya satu arah gumamnya 

“Alhamdulillah udah dapet kabar.” 

“Udah lama gak bercanda.” 

“Tapi, gapapa.” 

Sembari si bus banyak melewati lampu merah yang sepertinya masih di tengah kota Jogja.

Perjalanan semakin gelap dan sepertinya sudah asing buatku mengenal arah bus ini untuk pulang ke rumah. Cuma ada rumah warga, penerangan yang buram, dan laki-laki jaket parka (L) mengajakku ngobrol pertama kalinya,

20.45 PM.

L : “Lo mau duduk di pojok?”,

R : “Eh enggak.”

L : “Lo aja yang duduk di pojok, gue gampang.”

R : *asli sok asik*

L : “Eh iya boleh. Hehe. Thank you ya.”

*Pindah tempat duduk*

R : *Akhirnya-akhirnya, Ratih yang tida tahu diri.”

L : “Mau pulang ke Jakarta atau mau liburan ke Jakarta?”

R :“Mau pulang ke Jakarta, hehe.” Lo juga?”

L : “Iya, gue turun di Bekasi, tapi.”

R : “Oalah”

L : “Asli Jogja atau liburan aja?”

R : “Rumah nenek di Jogja, hehe.”

L : “Kenapa naik bus?”

R : “Pesen baru kemarin, tiket kereta abis, tiket pesawat harganya kaya mau ke raja ampat. Bus pilihan pasar semin emang gak pernah boong, poolnya deket sama rumah gue, tapi ini pertama kalinya. Hahaha.”

L : “Hahahahaha, kasian amat. Kenapa pulang?”

R : “Ada urusan kampus mendadak. Hehe. Lo nanya mulu, rumah di Jogja juga?”

L : “Iya, Rumah nenek, sampe SMA gue tinggal di Jogja, baru kuliah ini aja gue ikut bokap nyokap di Bekasi.”

R : Oalah gitu. Eh tapi lo gak medok dan gak keliatan lama tinggal disini, hahaha.”

L : “Hahaha iya gue bolak balik bekasi-jogja, gak keliatan bisa ngomong bahasa jawa lancar juga. Haha.

R : “Oalah gitu. Gue keturunan jawa doang, Disuruh ngomong jawa juga bingung. Cuma di medok-medokin aja. Haha.”

L : “Gapapa, haha.” Eh, nanti lo turun gak pas bus-nya istirahat?”

R : “Tergantung, pengen ke toilet atau enggak.”

L : “Yaudah bareng aja. Udah lebih dari 10 kali gue naik ini bus bakal rame banget nanti pas istirahat, apalagi libur lebaran gini.”

R : “Eh iya boleh deh. Gue mau makan juga kali ya.”

L : “Oke bareng aja.”

R : “Sip.”

*****

Sesekali Ratih cek google maps kemana ini arah bus di perjalanan, sambil mengecek pesan di WhatsApp, Cuma ada balasan dari ibunya dan tertanda “checklist satu” untuk seseorang yang sangat berarti untuknya. Tertanda bahwa pesan belum deliv. Belum sampai di ponselnya. Entah ponselnya yang tidak aktif secara tidak sengaja atau memang tidak begitu penting memikirkan ponsel yang aktif atau tidak. Lagi-lagi “Udah lama gak bercanda.”

Pesan gumam Ratih, 

“Udah lama gak bercanda” di dalam hatinya hanya menandakan bahwa sesekali ingin dirinya membagi sesuatu yang terjadi pada saat itu. 

Bahkan desakannya harus pulang buru-buru ke Jakarta di waktu liburan. Bahkan,

Riwehnya memesan tiket, 

Tidak bisa ikut berlibur dengan keluarga, 

TIdak nyamannya dua hari sampai di Jogja dan harus kembali lagi ke Jakarta, 

Patuhnya harus menunggu bus dua jam lamanya di terminal , 

Tidak sampai hati harus merepotkan ayah-ibu-nya untuk mengantar ke terminal memilih naik angkot dari pasar dekat desa.

Tanpa suara dari dirinya di setiap situasi dan kondisi,

Terkadang ingin ia bagikan untuk seseorang yang berarti baginya, tetap begitu hening. 

Bahkan, bertemu dengan laki-laki parka hitam teman perjalanan pulangnya, 

Tidak membuat Ratih excited untuk membagikan kepada seseorang yang berarti untuknya.

Laki-laki yang membuat suasana menjadi terasa ingin di dengar, 

Bertukar cerita ringan, 

Mengalihkan semua keegoisan dengan setiap keadaan. 

Rasa syukur Ratih ketika teman bercakap malam itu sampai pukul 02.20 AM.

Ratih terlelap setelah makan di Rest Area pemberhentian bus bersama laki-laki parka di sebelahnya.

Ratih terbawa dengan kebaikan menemaninya turun dari bus untuk berisitirahat, 

Mengantar dan menunggu di depan toilet rest area yang sesak, 

Makan soto mie, 

Minum teh hangat,

Menjadi teman bersua,

sela-sela tertawa sepanjang jalan,

Kami kembali...

Dan bus melanjutkan perjalanan…….

*****

05.30 AM.

L : “Eh bentar lagi Bekasi nih.”

R : *Sengaja dibangunin* 

      *Belum sadar* 

      *Masih merem*

L : “Bisik pelan* 

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“Hati-hati, biasanya nanti ganti bus kalo udah di Bekasi. “

“Dan banyak bapak-bapak bau. Haha.”

R : “Eh seriusan?” Ribet banget.” 

      *masih merem*

       *Bus berhenti*

L : “Eh gue pamit ya.

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     ” Sampe ketemu ya.”

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R : *langsung bangun* 

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Nama lo siapa?

*****

07.30 AM

[Jakarta Selatan]

Growing up

What are we supposed to see, to feel, to meet

Growing up

What are we supposed to miss, to keep, to leave

When it hurts

It hurts me

When it hurts

Still hurts everytime

One leaves, one ceases

Growing up

How are we supposed to give, to take, collate

Growing up

How are we supposed to love, to breath, to be

When it hurts

It hurts me

When it hurts

Still hurts everytime

We fall and we crawl

Can anybody tell me

Can anybody tell me

Can anybody help me

How to / what to do…

Denizens of the deep

Drifters of the current

Where do we go

Where do we seek?

If not,

Within

Within me

Within you,

 Song by : Rara Sekar.

 ******

We know only little-not-to-seriously-

[uzumakisavior]

Suguru leaned to one side with his arms folded. Most of his weight rested on his right hip when he glanced at her, his pupils watching her actions from the corners of his almond eyes. For once, someone else knew the importance of keeping their hair tight and close to their scalp. The truth was, loose hair was a liability during combat. Suguru’s professionalism was important to him, and so was his locks. For him, his bun became the standard, since he wasn't going to cut his hair anytime soon. A well understood compromise for sorcerers like him.

“I think I will.” The hand answers, cooly. His voice remained polite and sensitive to his new teammate before him. “Besides, I have a better understanding of what we’re up against.” Suguru breaks his arms away from his chest and proceeds forward into the gates of the hospital. 

The higher ups had sent them to Vladivostok, a Russian city within a two or three hour flight from Tokyo, Japan. There had been rumors of a spirit residing in an abandoned hospital. Particularly in the desulate maternity ward. The much needed hospital needed to be rebuilt, but anytime the demolition crew was sent, the entire team disappeared. Rumors soon began, thus drawing in a crowd of thrill seekers like ants to honey. Naturally, the case arrived at the desk of Jujutsu high, where Suguru, the sorcerer most well versed in multiple languages and one of his favorite pastimes, was assigned the mission. Gojo would have joined him, however, Gojo’s reckless history made him a risk to the school’s reputation. The principle wouldn’t assign him on any foreign mission, no matter how much Gojo fought. At least until Gojo could learn to be more culturally sensitive.

Suguru stops by the gate and motions his hand to create a sign. He states an incantation, assembling a large dome to form around the estate. It starts at the peak, then continues to trickle down the perimeter, like a protective waterfall. Their surroundings darken, the curtains seals, and Suguru breaks his focus indicating he’s done. Nightfall egulfs them, setting up the perfect environment to draw out curses Suguru looks back at Setsuna, his hands free and by his side. A small grin fades into his face, along with his bubbling excitement.

 “Are you ready, Setsuna? Let’s see Kyoto’s best. Tokyo’s strongest are hard to beat.”  A friendly competition never hurt anyone, and it always kept Suguru motivated. "Show me you can keep up."

plotted starter for @circusmxnkeys

She's been summoned from Kyoto.

Students are limited across schools, and for those gifted, shining three that make up Tokyo's second years -- one of them isn't allowed out on dangerous missions. Setsuna is expendable, where Ieiri is not.

Word travels about Tokyo's special grades. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru. Two out of the three special grades their world has. They usually take missions together. (Usually do everything together from the rumors.) Setsuna is not sure why she has been asked to go on a mission with Geto or why his usual partner is indisposed. But she didn't think questioning the orders would get her any answers. What would, was going to Tokyo.

She is not without her own skill, her own strength, and she is a formidable fighter. At least she won't slow him down.

The introductions are made, their assignment is given. People are dying, though it seems people are always dying. And now they must find the curse that is causing those deaths and exorcise it.

Setsuna drew her long dark hair up into a pony tail and away from her face. "Would you like to take the lead, or should I?" she asked. She is professional, to the point, and ready to do the job they have been assigned.

[sleepdeprivedqueen]

pa desul : aal, are you okay?

aal : *looking up from textbook* yes why?

pa desul : because i just saw you cry for like... 5 or 6 minutes and then your phone's alarm went off... and you stopped crying?? and went right back to work?

aal : it's called time management, sulaiman.

[zaturk]

Facebook va putea sterge conturile trupelor pentru LiveStreaming

Facebook va putea sterge conturile trupelor pentru LiveStreaming

Incepand de la 1 octombrie , Facebook ia masuri pentru a limita capacitatea trupelor de a promova videoclipuri care “create a music listening experience for yourself or for others.” . Acest lucru se extinde si la Facebook Live care a fost o metoda extrem de populara de a promova concerte in pandemie.

Limbajul este desul de ambiguu in ceea ce priveste “create a music listening experience for…

[christianchild]

The Armor of God (SOUGB: Bible NT)

The Armor of God (SOUGB: Bible NT)

SOUGB: Bible NT

Ephesians (Efesus) 6:10-18

10 Dangga hang, sug ouwedoc gin, kaba, dan desulou yen dauntoba yen yes agadgeij se maman Adehsud men goubesa namcir. Anai yen yedag hom dara enohob.

11 Dara yen yacgeij Allah naugb en eic enin men ariloboc kermum dou yen, dauntoba Bilis emaugwohosa yen aud areg gecgwero. Doba yen yes agadgeij terimda.

12Anai maman mamesara dara lusudero. Doba maman…

[cherylungar-blog]

Crazy desulate hiking trail yesterday. #bw_photography #bw_society #monochrome #hometownadventures #explorecolorado #hikecolorado #coloradoadventures #fujifeed #fujifilmx_northamerica #x100f

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