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thinking about Neon in kebaya 😊

HxH HC

etnis nusantara HxH headcanon 🤭 (disclaimer yaa HxH owned by Togashi sensei, logically mereka semua ini tersebar di seluruh dunia, jadi ini cuma lucu2an aja) mungkin suatu hari gw TRANSLATE ke ENGLISH sama gw kasih GAMBAR tapi skrg gini dlu ye xixi

Gon - orang Belitung (Belitung deket pantai, pulau kecil, masih underdeveloped menurut gue sebagai org Jakarte, makanan banyak dr ikan) Leorio - orang Batak (merantau demi masa depan lebi baik, jurusan pilihan jadi dokter, Batak banget ga sih?) Kurapika - rakyat suku Baduy Dalam (kasep euy, menutup diri dari dunia luar) Killua - keraton Jawa Tengah (hierarkis, elit) Pariston Hill - orang MANADO . Lebe Bae Kala Nasi Asal Jang Kala Aksi ….Lebih baik kalah nasi asal jangan kalah aksi. Kaga kalah sih nasi nya Pariston tapi prinsip hidupnya glamor abis beh liat aja bajunya Bisky - Ai ai Suroboyo - Madura. Monmaap bu itu perhiasan atau mau jualan??? Galak tegas menyukai kemewahan dan stay muda perpaduan emak2 kultur suroboyo - madura Neon Nostrade - orang Bali kwkwkw , bapaknya ni mafia lokal yang minta persenan tiap ada projek :p also percaya mistis2 gitu Kite- orang Palembang. Don't ask why Hisoka - Orang Bandung yang kalo ngomong, nadanya sendu2 menggoda nada sunda, suka diselip2in istilah yang bikin lidah belibet…Riweuh euy! kebayang si ieu nih se-vibe sama akang rafael sm*sh

Nah ini ge gerombolan orang bekasi Chrollo, Kikyo, Canary, dan geng Genei Ryodan - warga TPU Bekasi 🙏bantargebang . berkawan dgn pemuda pancasila , suka pura2 jadi tamu kondangan buat makan gratis makanya chrollo pinter acting

dah sgni dulu

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Sometimes I think about my daydream about being featured in Tatler Asia 😫 Will I make it in the next decade I wonder

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Thinking abt Neon as Mbok Bali

HxH HC

etnis nusantara HxH headcanon 🤭 (disclaimer yaa HxH owned by Togashi sensei, logically mereka semua ini tersebar di seluruh dunia, jadi ini cuma lucu2an aja) mungkin suatu hari gw TRANSLATE ke ENGLISH sama gw kasih GAMBAR tapi skrg gini dlu ye xixi

Gon - orang Belitung (Belitung deket pantai, pulau kecil, masih underdeveloped menurut gue sebagai org Jakarte, makanan banyak dr ikan) Leorio - orang Batak (merantau demi masa depan lebi baik, jurusan pilihan jadi dokter, Batak banget ga sih?) Kurapika - rakyat suku Baduy Dalam (kasep euy, menutup diri dari dunia luar) Killua - keraton Jawa Tengah (hierarkis, elit) Pariston Hill - orang MANADO . Lebe Bae Kala Nasi Asal Jang Kala Aksi ….Lebih baik kalah nasi asal jangan kalah aksi. Kaga kalah sih nasi nya Pariston tapi prinsip hidupnya glamor abis beh liat aja bajunya Bisky - Ai ai Suroboyo - Madura. Monmaap bu itu perhiasan atau mau jualan??? Galak tegas menyukai kemewahan dan stay muda perpaduan emak2 kultur suroboyo - madura Neon Nostrade - orang Bali kwkwkw , bapaknya ni mafia lokal yang minta persenan tiap ada projek :p also percaya mistis2 gitu Kite- orang Palembang. Don't ask why Hisoka - Orang Bandung yang kalo ngomong, nadanya sendu2 menggoda nada sunda, suka diselip2in istilah yang bikin lidah belibet…Riweuh euy! kebayang si ieu nih se-vibe sama akang rafael sm*sh

Nah ini ge gerombolan orang bekasi Chrollo, Kikyo, Canary, dan geng Genei Ryodan - warga TPU Bekasi 🙏bantargebang . berkawan dgn pemuda pancasila , suka pura2 jadi tamu kondangan buat makan gratis makanya chrollo pinter acting

dah sgni dulu

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Island || Episode 12

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Island || Episode 3

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Please keep work place safety in mind at all times

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GANNIBAL ガンニバル (2025) 2.07

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I'm sorry but the manchild song lyrics could inspire a thousand fics

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The way my jaw literally d r o p p e d when Neon dropped the eyes!!! And how the description described how miserable the state of the eyes after it shatterrd!! 😭😭😭 She failed light and zenji's job and then had to rub it in their face "going home empty handed?" OMG Three things in mind : brutal, brat and ICONIC (I'm sorry my love for neon is unconditional hence she can do no wrong for me). In the same time, I also feel Neon's pain through her mean act that disregarded both her papa and zenji. (! Hey that is not "trash"! Also yeah, it is TOO LATE light, you've been gone too long from Neon's life 😔 and you literally overworked her). Ugh the way I also feel Light's pain too. Lucky her kurapika is not there. I literally had mixed feeling when Neon recalled her childhood, Eliza and cleaning her mess on her own. A mix of sadness for her also still in awe for her iconic bold behavior. It's not often I read this side of Neon. Thank you for dropping expanding Neon's lore with this amazing neon centric fic 🔥🔥

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look who's writing again!

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"zenji, wait!” her words cut their conversation in half; tugged zenji’s attention to the eyes neon held in her hands. “you really came all this way just for this?”

“i came here to take them from you.”

the scene was set: the distance of two flights of stairs, a fraction of a moment from ‘oh, thank god, you've come to your senses’ to ‘don't you dare, neon’ because he was her father, and he knew her better than anyone in the world, because even there, in their broken home, there were rules that should never be violated, no matter the circumstances. neon said ‘have them’ and dropped the tubes - it was fast, their frame fragile, shards flying in all directions, formalin leaving wet spots on dark wool of their suits, staining the leather of their shoes.

“they’re yours, have them,” she repeated, eyes fixed on the pattern broken glass left on the repolished marble - someday i might also end up like this: broken and lifeless, with no one around who would care - the thought was fleeting, interrupted by zenji’s full, sated laughter bouncing off the high walls.

“your daughter really is a fucking devil, light,” he said, happy, friendly, hand on her father’s shoulder, eyes on her.

“no, wait-”

“god really found a way to punish you for your greed.”  

god had nothing to do with any of it. it was a private family lesson between neon and her father, zenji - just a passer-by. she felt like it was coming, that sooner or later papa would try to get his hands on her treasures, put them up for sale - would be more than happy to get rid of her collection he never really approved of - neon just didn’t know when and how. maybe it was for the best that it happened like this: in the middle of the night, with the stranger knocking at her bedroom door, telling her to give the scarlet eyes away. they gave neon no time to cave in under the pressure of father’s promises, made her make a split-second decision, discover new parts of herself, the ones capable of intentional cruelty.  

“zenji, i…” father never finished the sentence. there was nothing to offer. nothing to say. neon cut off his silver tongue with the pair of scisors.

“good luck out there, light. you’ll needed it.” 

“going home with empty hands?” neon’s question made zenji stop, one foot out the door.

he looked at her over the shoulder, eyes hidden behind the shaded glasses, wolf’s smile, “keep your trash, fortuneteller. i have no use for your sick trinkets.” trash, word irritated neon, a needle scratching over the vynil. made her want to drop something right on zenji’s head, crack his skull like an eggshell. 

“do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” he was out before neon could spot something heavy enough; left her one on one with father’s fury, “we could’ve had everything back, neon! everything! but you just had to go and fuck it up! again!”

they’ve met halfway, neon stopped two steps up, their eyes at the same level; he was enraged, and she felt next to nothing (in the past, it always was the other way around).

“why? why are you like this?” his voice turned fated, defeated. he knew it was too late to graft a sense of family duty into neon’s heart, to teach her blind obedience. 

neon tried to remember what was it like before they had a gift to sell and failed, her childhood memories all hazy, mute. "next time, ask before trying to take what's mine,” walked past him, all leverages they had against each other rendered useless; had more important things to do, her attention on the eyes and nothing else. touched by open air, they lost their color, a treasure stripped of any value, useful no more, just a thing: dead, dull, and damaged. well, that makes two of us, neon thought. felt kinship she never felt before to anyone or anything. had no one to talk to about it, eliza’s absence acutely noticeble in the moment, her goodbye still unwilted in neon’s head - ‘i’m sorry, i can’t stay here’. 

(father accepted her resignation; neon said nothing, had no right to force her to stay, couldn’t make things right anymore, felt guilty and hated it. let eliza go - out of sight, out of mind.)

home was three-in-the-morning quiet, empty; neon got down to work, for the first time in forever on her knees, rubber gloves on. was fixing the mess she made, tried to rationalize sadness that was eating her alive.

i’m just lonely, that’s it. it will pass.

it will pass.

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i am so stoked to learn the person running roomhole is at least in their 40s and possibly in their 50s

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AAAAAH A NEW NEON LORE JUST DROPPED

I WILL READ THIS ASAP

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

@anotherworldash @thelovelyghostwriter @gothicpastelpink

look who's writing again!

[intentional cruelty]

"zenji, wait!” her words cut their conversation in half; tugged zenji’s attention to the eyes neon held in her hands. “you really came all this way just for this?”

“i came here to take them from you.”

the scene was set: the distance of two flights of stairs, a fraction of a moment from ‘oh, thank god, you've come to your senses’ to ‘don't you dare, neon’ because he was her father, and he knew her better than anyone in the world, because even there, in their broken home, there were rules that should never be violated, no matter the circumstances. neon said ‘have them’ and dropped the tubes - it was fast, their frame fragile, shards flying in all directions, formalin leaving wet spots on dark wool of their suits, staining the leather of their shoes.

“they’re yours, have them,” she repeated, eyes fixed on the pattern broken glass left on the repolished marble - someday i might also end up like this: broken and lifeless, with no one around who would care - the thought was fleeting, interrupted by zenji’s full, sated laughter bouncing off the high walls.

“your daughter really is a fucking devil, light,” he said, happy, friendly, hand on her father’s shoulder, eyes on her.

“no, wait-”

“god really found a way to punish you for your greed.”  

god had nothing to do with any of it. it was a private family lesson between neon and her father, zenji - just a passer-by. she felt like it was coming, that sooner or later papa would try to get his hands on her treasures, put them up for sale - would be more than happy to get rid of her collection he never really approved of - neon just didn’t know when and how. maybe it was for the best that it happened like this: in the middle of the night, with the stranger knocking at her bedroom door, telling her to give the scarlet eyes away. they gave neon no time to cave in under the pressure of father’s promises, made her make a split-second decision, discover new parts of herself, the ones capable of intentional cruelty.  

“zenji, i…” father never finished the sentence. there was nothing to offer. nothing to say. neon cut off his silver tongue with the pair of scisors.

“good luck out there, light. you’ll needed it.” 

“going home with empty hands?” neon’s question made zenji stop, one foot out the door.

he looked at her over the shoulder, eyes hidden behind the shaded glasses, wolf’s smile, “keep your trash, fortuneteller. i have no use for your sick trinkets.” trash, word irritated neon, a needle scratching over the vynil. made her want to drop something right on zenji’s head, crack his skull like an eggshell. 

“do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” he was out before neon could spot something heavy enough; left her one on one with father’s fury, “we could’ve had everything back, neon! everything! but you just had to go and fuck it up! again!”

they’ve met halfway, neon stopped two steps up, their eyes at the same level; he was enraged, and she felt next to nothing (in the past, it always was the other way around).

“why? why are you like this?” his voice turned fated, defeated. he knew it was too late to graft a sense of family duty into neon’s heart, to teach her blind obedience. 

neon tried to remember what was it like before they had a gift to sell and failed, her childhood memories all hazy, mute. "next time, ask before trying to take what's mine,” walked past him, all leverages they had against each other rendered useless; had more important things to do, her attention on the eyes and nothing else. touched by open air, they lost their color, a treasure stripped of any value, useful no more, just a thing: dead, dull, and damaged. well, that makes two of us, neon thought. felt kinship she never felt before to anyone or anything. had no one to talk to about it, eliza’s absence acutely noticeble in the moment, her goodbye still unwilted in neon’s head - ‘i’m sorry, i can’t stay here’. 

(father accepted her resignation; neon said nothing, had no right to force her to stay, couldn’t make things right anymore, felt guilty and hated it. let eliza go - out of sight, out of mind.)

home was three-in-the-morning quiet, empty; neon got down to work, for the first time in forever on her knees, rubber gloves on. was fixing the mess she made, tried to rationalize sadness that was eating her alive.

i’m just lonely, that’s it. it will pass.

it will pass.

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Quay scene in Surabaya, East Java, Indonesia

Dutch vintage postcard

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Recalling the days when I was a pre-teen emo in 2010. I hated my boyfriend(s), I listened to Linkin Park, and I daydreamed about slicing my wrist during recess. Those were the best of times!

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stop earning advanced degrees i need you to finish your fanfiction

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She's so chill I love that about her

Whenever I have a bad day, I just think of Neon Nostrade scrolling Instagram in Rolls-Royce and it instantly made my day