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rudnitskaia · 11 months

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Invincible

A few days ago my dear @lansayn asked me about how and when Rocky and Mau (my Lackadaisy OC, here is the character sheet) would have showed their devotion to each other for the first time and as an answer I wrote a short fic for him (860 words in total). Its concept mainly relies on the Lackadaisy comic pages Whirlwind and Doggerel.

You can find it under the cut. ✨

“Good evening, Miss Maura,” sounded the familiar voice at the entrance. “The weather's a little rough, isn't it?”

Rocky hadn't shown up at the Venza’s eatery in a week, and frankly, for Mau it had been one of the most unpleasantly silent weeks in St. Louis. She wasn't expecting him to show up today, either; it was only a dozen minutes before the eatery was about to close. Mau had even thought about taking a break in the next few days and going to look for Rocky herself, considering that in one of their recent conversations he had finally accidentally mentioned the name of the café where he worked. Luckily, now it was possible to properly question him without doing so.

“Had the wayfaring Mister Rickaby decided to…?”

But when Mau, who had been tucking the cups under the counter, looked up, the smile on her face faded as quickly as it had appeared.

The eyes of the sickly pale Rocky seemed bottomless glassy because of the dark circles under them. And his smile... that formerly cheerful smile had turned into eerie one. The way he tensely leaned on the counter and glared at Mau made everything inside her shatter. Beneath the fedora that he hadn't bothered, or rather hadn't wanted to take off at all, a fresh wound was visible on Rocky's forehead.

No matter what exactly had happened, it was clear that it was no good.

Mau silently grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. He didn't pull away his own, but shook his head and murmured with a grin:

“What if the formidable Mister Venza sees us?”

“It would be an occasion to introduce you then.”

So many worries, so many questions swirled in her head, but they all melted away from the fact that Rocky was alive. Mau stared at his face for a while longer, and he was looking into her eyes, too, with a strained, crooked smile. It was as if he was trying to brush the unspoken questions off with that look; it's no big deal, just a trivial case. But it was plain as day that it was just an empty bravado. Rocky lowered his gaze to their hands and began to drum his fingers as if playing a tune on the back of Mau's hand.

“I'm afraid I'm in a time crunch. I would like to pick up one ginger biscuit before it rains, so he doesn't soak too much. His dear mother will put me through the wringer if he even sneezes. But it seems your coffee is the only thing that can relieve me of my deathly drowsiness. Spare just a lil?”

With a frown, Mau pulled her hand away.

“What do you think of yourself, coming in here like this and pretending that nothing has happened?” she whispered frustratedly, almost not caring if her father heard them from the kitchen. “You expected that I won't notice your condition? That I’d probably start to jokingly rant that your forehead is like an overripe pumpkin?”

Rocky shrugged and hummed, looking away.

“An eggplant. Given the way you've phrased the sentence, it is better to say 'like an overripe eggplant'.”

Mau’s lips formed into a thin line. As Rocky avoided her question, she gave him a long intense stare, unable to put into words the storm of emotions that raged inside her. She was angry. No, she was furious from helplessness. What she could say to him? Don't go? He won't listen. Press his conscience that he was dragging his cousin into dangerous ventures? As if he wasn't aware of it himself. Tell him that some paltry booze isn't worth a ruined life? But from the shards that Mau gathered from their talks it was clear that this was exactly the thing he was currently breathing with. You can't take away a man's air, even if that air was much more alike to a stifling smoke.

This time words were useless. Words won’t convince, won’t give any significant reasons.

But maybe the actions could.

Gathering all her courage, Mau stepped out from behind the counter and stopped in front of Rocky. He looked at her curiously at first, and then with surprise as she took his fedora off him and dropped it on the counter. Carefully, without touching the stitches, Mau adjusted his slightly messy hair to keep it from falling over the wound, and then gently pressed her lips to his forehead. Before Rocky could say anything, she calmly stated:

“Here's the thing, Roark. We're closing up. I promise to make you some coffee tomorrow. But I hate to break my promises, so whatever reckless thing you’re going to do tonight, do your best to save me the trouble of selling my soul to the devil to fulfill it.”

Rocky took a step back. Silently grabbed his fedora from the counter and slowly moved toward the exit. Even though he still was visibly unwell, now his whole figure was filled with some kind of impulse. It was as if something subtly lit up in his eyes. A confidence.

“Miss Venza, count it as a vow. I know I’m invincible now.”

#they actually could have sneaked out on smth like dates even before but in my opinion these were the first clear unspoken signs of devotion #and yes calling her Miss Venza instead of even Miss Maura is a preference because Mau and her father are hiding their surname #and telling it to Rocky is another hidden 'i trust you' that he returns to Mau by telling her his full name Roark :3 #if you find any mistakes (especially with tenses) dm me please I will be very grateful <3 #romaunce #lackadaisy fanfiction #oc x canon #lackadaisy oc x canon #lackadaisy oc #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy rocky #rocky lackadaisy #maura venza oc #heldig writings

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indomart · 8 months

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Indeed bang, spt kata bijak yg saya temukan di Twitter, tinggal sama ortu gratis, bayarnya pake mental health 🙏🏻

BETHUL BGT KAK MOGS😭😭👍👍

#cs indomaret #chlortrimeton #btw kak mogs udah dimasukin di halaman terima kasih di skripsi👍#yg lain klo mau dimasukin ke skripsi ku monggo dm aja wkwkw

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parasite-core · 10 months

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A vargouille is one of the first monsters I ever fought in pathfinder nearly a decade ago. My ranger Vespa shot it through the mouth and it died before it could do any real damage.

The next time I fought a vargouille, it got smashed into a door like an egg.

Tonight my PC got paralyzed straight out of the door against a vargouille and almost died to its transformative kiss.

Oh how the turn tables.

#Pathfinder #poor Mau almost died once last session #and almost died twice this session #if the trend continues he will almost die three times in Thistletop proper #either that or third time’s a charm and the DM will actually kill him for real #I went into my last campaign thinking Calio would die immediately and he’s been an impossible to kill little cockroach man #I went into this thinking Mau had relatively decent odds—especially because I’ve played the first book of RotRL three times now #and he’s comes within inches of death three times in two sessions #my guy my friend my cat #you cannot keep doing this it is bad for your health

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yawnderu · 10 months

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Cat and Mouse — König x Reader

CW: porn with barely any plot, primal play, hunter and prey, rough sex, previous consent, established relationships, anal fingering, König is too in love to fuck you hard, love-making.

A/N: I'm taking a very short break after this one, trying to work on my writer's block and to come up with better ideas. My inbox and dms are always open, I love getting random asks and talking to all of you!♡

The wind blew on your hair as you ran through the woods, barely managing to narrowly miss the trees when you turn back, the giant man chasing after you standing out easily— his imposing figure looking even more intimidating under the moonlight.

His cocky laugh encourages you to run faster, your heart beating in your ears when you hear him start chasing after you again, legs already exhausted from running nonstop for the past ten minutes, never once losing sight of the masked man matter how fast you ran. He was simply faster, with a better stamina that came from being a soldier most of his life. You gasp for air, lungs greedily taking in the oxygen as the world starts to blur out, the muffled sounds of nature around you doing nothing to help as you manage to find the strength to run.

"Get over here!" His loud voice overpowered your surroundings, burly arms wrapping around your waist before manhandling you onto the ground, holding you still no matter how much you tried to kick and scream.

In a pathetic attempt to escape him you throw a punch to his face that connects square on his jaw, the man's grip on you loosening slightly out of shock. You take the chance to try to run away again, barely managing to get on your knees before he's pushing your face down onto the cold, moist soil, the strong smell nulling your senses so bad you don't feel him pulling down your pants until the cold wind hits your bare cunt.

"Caught you, kleine maus." He taunts in a whisper, running one of his gloved fingers up and down your cunt, spreading the wetness all over it before he wets his thumb, pressing onto your puckered hole.

"Wait—" His hand comes down to deliver a hard slap to your ass, the whine of protest you let out doing nothing but make the blood rush faster to his cock. He manages to get his thumb in, fucking it in and out of your ass. You bite your hand in an attempt to muffle your tiny moans, the stimulation of all the nerves being touched by his thick thumb already getting to you, feeling your wet cunt clench around nothing, making the tall man behind you let out an amused, taunting laugh.

"Little mouse likes getting chased around like an animal, ja?" He's clearly trying to get into your head and it's working, not even protesting when you hear his zipper being pulled down, his heavy cock laid out on your ass. König is huge— you've seen it way too many times, felt it way too many times, yet it never fails to surprise you.

"Well, spatzi, you act like an animal—" His words are interrupted by a muffled groan, his cock sinking into you slowly, yet it's so painfully tight he never got used to it. He groaned as he finally bottomed out, a sharp hiss mixing in with your moaning.

"You get treated like one." He finished his sentence, his free hand holding onto the curve of your waist, fingers bruising the skin as he began to thrust into you, movements fast and desperate, your warm insides feeling way too good.

"Fuck— slow down, König." You plead pathetically even when that's the opposite of what you truly want, feeling the tip of his cock slam into the spongy spot of your cunt over and over, whiny moans mixing in with his loud groans and growls.

"No can do, Schatz." You can hear the shit-eating smirk he has under the sniper hood, almost making you smile before he starts to slam his hips into you faster, pulling his cock out all the way before slamming himself back in. You're reduced to a pathetic moaning mess as König drills into your cunt, hitting every single sensitive bundle of nerves along the way to hit your cervix.

He pulls out suddenly, making you feel empty for a second before he manhandles you onto your back, taking a second to admire your pretty, fucked-out face and body. One of his warm hands comes down to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the skin softly before he slowly pushes into you, this time much more gentle. Truth is, König wanted to fuck you. He wanted to fuck you good and hard, yet how can he resist the urge to make love to you when you look up at him with nothing but trust and adoration in your eyes?

"Pretty girl." He muses, holding his weight above you as his hips roll against yours, pushing himself deep inside with every single thrust. He's nothing like before— all the adrenaline from chasing you down fully gone as he simply focuses on making love to you, light blue eyes looking down at you with nothing short of raw devotion. Your legs wrap around his defined waist and he fucks into you harder, one of his gloved hands coming down between your bodies to rub on your hard clit.

"Fuck—" Your back arches, hips moving weakly to meet his thrusts, the double stimulation driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, my pretty girl." His masked lips are planted on your forehead for a soft kiss, his fingers rubbing faster and faster as he feels his cock twitch, wanting nothing else than to finish inside you.

"Can I come inside, liebling? Want me to fill you up...?" His masked face is buried into the crook of your neck, eyes closed tightly as he tried his best to get your consent before cumming.

"Need— need to cum inside. Fill you up with my babies, please." He was now getting whiny, images of your tummy stretched out carrying his baby with your tits full of milk raid his brain, numbing him out to everything around him other than the way your tight cunt suck him in.

"Yes— cum inside, baby." Your arms wrap around his neck while your thighs hold him on a leg lock, pushing him even deeper into your cunt, not allowing his stuttering hips to pull out much as he ruts into you, his fingers going back to rub your clit, your bodies uniting as one in a display of love and passion, orgasms hitting together like a tidal wave. Your cunt tightens up around him, his balls emptying all the way deep inside you, a low growl coming out of his lips.

He tries his best not to collapse on top of you, managing to pull out slowly and lay down next to you, pulling you closer to him. He takes deep breaths, his big hand gently massaging your scalp before looking down at you, meeting your gaze. You can't see it because of the mask, yet the way his eyes soften and turn into crescents is enough for you to know he's smiling.

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rubahlicik · 2 months

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Rumahati: Finale

Aink harap ini terakhir kalinya Aink posting soal rumahati. Hatur thank you buat semua yang Uda berbagi informasi, tenaga dan doa dalam kasus rumahati ini.

Aink mulai dengan konklusi dulu.

Betul, uni nilep uang sedekah kalian

Uda yah, ga ada asumsi atau praduga lagi. Uda bisa Aink pastiin kalo uang yg uni minta sebagai sedekah, ada yang dia makan buat kepentingan pribadi.

Clear

Makasih banget buat pasangan @properparadox dan @vanilachocolate yang Uda mau direpotin. Maaf banget soal informasi yang ga proper dari aink.

Jujur, terlalu banyak kebohongan dalam kasus uni ini. Aink dan @jagungrebus Uda pusing mengurai mana informasi yang bener mana yang tipu.

Tadi siang, pasangan detektif Tumblr berangkat menuju dua lokasi, yaitu lokasi kontrakan terakhir uni yang di Cikadut dan klinik yang katanya suami uni pernah kerja disana tahun 2019.

Tapi keluarga uni ga ketemu.

Ternyata, mereka Uda pindah sejak tiga bulan yang lalu, dari cikadut ke Cileunyi. Makin jauh lagi dari pusat kota. Bukan karena mereka takut dikejar, tapi emang Uda ga sanggup bayar kontrakan yang di Cikadut.

Meski ga ketemu uni, pasangan Tumblr pulang dengan bawa no.hp suaminya uni yang didapat dari ponakan pemilik kontrakan lamanya.

Well done gaes!

Setelah dapet no hp suaminya, langsung aink follow up. Setelah dhuhur aink coba kontak, beberapa kali di telpon ga diangkat, di wa ga di bales. Setelah ashar baru ada jawaban.

Suaminya uni bilang ga bisa ditelpon karena speaker hpnya rusak. Jadi obrolan lanjut via chat.

Aini simpulkan secara singkat kesaksian dari suami uni.

Suaminya baru tahu soal penggalangan dana sedekah sekitar 3 hari yang lalu. Itu pun karena uni tiba tiba minta ganti no hp. Setelah minta ganti nomor, uni cerita ke suaminya.

Jadi, cerita bahwa uni dan keluarga suaminya dari dulu bantu anak asuh dan lain sebagainya tuh bohong yah. Clear. Suaminya bersaksi kalo dia beru tahu kemarin.

Dia cuma tahu kalo emang ada yang nitip sedekah berupa baju dan beragam barang, plus uang dan emang uni suka berbagi sama orang ga mampu di sekitarnya.

Nah, yang jadi masalah adalah ternyata uni memakai sebagian uang sedekah untuk kepentingan pribadi tanpa izin. Betul, menurut suaminya nama2 yang dipakai uni buat minta sedekah memang ada. Tapi ketik aink bilang kalo uni menggalang dana sejak 2017 dia juga kaget. Uni kemarin cerita, kalo usaha ngumpulin sedekah mulai dari 2020 sejak kehamilan anak nya.

Menggalang dana secara terus menerus atas nama pribadi, tanpa ijin dan transparansi dana aja Uda salah. Apalagi kalo sengaja ambil bagian dari sedekah tanpa ijin donatur.

Ini salah besar.

Betul kata mas miring dalam postingannya kemaren. Orang yang biasa hidup susah ketika buka penggalangan donasi bisa keenakan. Terlena sama uang yang terus menerus masuk tanpa harus kerja.

Ini mungkin yang bikin uni gerilya narik sedekah lewat postingannya, lewat DM nya. Bahkan ke orang yang dia sebetulnya ga kenal. Enak banget dapet duit tanpa kerja, yang penting sebagian dibagiin lagi.

Ini Uda salah banget. Bisa aja jadi benar kalo sejak awal uni transparan, bilang ke donatur bakal ambil sekian persen buat diri sendiri. Tapi kan enggak? Ampe sekarang yang tau berapa banyak uang sedekah yang uni makan cuma uni dan Allah yang tahu. Bahkan suaminya pun angkat tangan

Suami uni kerja ngojek. Data ini didukung kesaksian tetangga uni di Cikadut yang bilang kalo suaminya emang suka pulang malam. Pas istri aink cek di getcontact pun emang terlihat kalo nomor suami uni disave sebagai driver.

Dia mengaku ikut bertanggungjawab soal kesalahan uni. Dengan dia posisi sebagai suami tapi ga tau menahu soal kegiatan istri di belakangnya, dia ikut bersalah.

Dia janji ga bakal ngilang dan siap bertanggungjawab. Soal duit sih aink yakin ga bisa balik, sorry to say. Suami uni bilang emang kondisi finansial keluarganya buruk, pindah kontrakan pun karena emang nyari yang lebih murah.

Aink pribadi bakal nganggap ini selesai kalo uni Uda minta maaf dan terbuka lagi buat berkomunikasi. Buat teman-teman yang juga ngerasa dirugiin sama uni, aink siap jadi penghubung antara kalian dengan suaminya.

Kalian mau ikhlas terserah, mau perhitungan uang juga terserah, gimana nyamannya kalian. Siapin aja bukti chat sama bukti trf yang Uda kalian kasih. Silahkan meminta pertanggungjawaban keluarga uni.

Buat ke depannya moga ga ada kejadian kayak gini lagi dan sebaiknya polemik rumahati ga usah diperpanjang lagi.

Terimakasih,.

Silahkan berbagi kabar ini dengan warga Tumblr lainnya. Case closed

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paomungbeans · 2 months

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Was she really trustworthy?: urging you to squeeze your brain with me in this case.

The one and only rule: To maintain a respectful environment, I expect all discussions to be constructive and healthy. Suspicion and inappropriate language are strictly prohibited. It is essential to renavigate our intentions accordingly. May Allah always guide us closer to what is right!

The story will be delivered in Bahasa Indonesia.

Halo. Assalamualaikum.

Saya akan mencoba memberikan POV saya, yaa, mengenai akun sedekah di lamanbiru ini. Untuk selanjutnya, saya akan menyebut akun tersebut dengan kata-kata “Ma-eum” (bahasa korea dari “hati”). Kita sebut dengan Mbak Ma-eum.

Saya memulai perjalanan saya dengan tumblr tahun 2021 (kalau nggak salah ingat) di akun @khaylillahtahzanu. Akunnya deactive sekarang. Yuk baca sampai akhir kenapa bisa deactive. Padahal saya aktif share tulisan saya dan branding writing saya disana. Buktinya, akun instagram saya dengan nama @khaylillatahzanu, masih menyimpan history tulisan itu. Kalau mau di-stalk, ada satu foto yang saya pin, captionnya berisi alasan kenapa saya deact tumblr itu. In essence, tumblr itu adalah dunianya saya dalam nulis!

Tahun 2022, Mbak Ma-eum DM saya di akun TUMBLR @khaylillahtahzanu (selanjutnya saya sebut akun K), meminta sedekah untuk adik-adik. Saya saat itu nggak gubris. Perasaan saya justru malah, “Lho, kok dia berani ya nge-DM orang asing untuk minta uang?”. Lobus frontal saya masih dikuasai akal sehat dan butuh bukti untuk dukung keputusan saya. Karena tiba-tiba di DM meminta sedekah, siapa yang nggak kaget, sih?

Tahun 2023, saya buka tumblr lagi. Saya buka lagi history DM itu. Ceritanya saya tergerak untuk sedekah. Wah, kata-kata Mbak Ma-eum tuh manis sekali dan lembut. Akhirnya saya tergerak untuk sedekah rutin (subuh) melalui dia. Semoga ini bukan riya yaa.

Selama 2023 berjalan, saya kadang gak rutin sedekah subuh ke dia juga sih. Tapi saya mulai melihat pola. Kalau saya udah berhenti transfer, dia akan nanya, apakah ada intensi saya untuk sedekah bagi adik-adik lagi. Awalnya saya risih karena “Kok sedekah tuh semacam ditagih ya?” tapi saya hilangkan perasaan itu. Salah saya. Saya nggak acknowledge perasaan saya. May Allah forgive. Tapi selanjutnya, saya mulai merasa nggak nyaman. Baca sampai akhir yaa, ketika saya akhirnya overwhelmed dengan chat dari dia setiap bulan/minggu soal pertanyaan intensi sedekah ini.

CERITA SAYA

Nah, ini dia skenario itu dimulai. Mbak Ma-eum DM saya dan meminjam uang. Iya. Meminjam uang. Ini terjadi di bulan July 2023. Beliau minta ke akun K. Karena akun K saya kan sudah deact, jadi bukti ini saya minta ke mbak @andromedanisa (untuk jelasnya kenapa aku SEMPAT kirim bukti ini ke Kak Nisa waktu itu, baca sampai akhir ya!). Jadi masih ada bukti tertinggal. Terlampir:

Awalnya saya bingung juga. “Kok berani banget nih? Makin menjadi-jadi? Malah mau minjem uang? Apa sangking susahnya ya hidupnya?” Waktu itu narasinya adalah anaknya (aisha, kalau tidak salah), mau kontrol terapi tumbuh kembang. Suaminya qadarullah sakit. Waktu itu dia bersumpah bahwa dia telah malu meminjam uang kemanapun dan cara dia meminjam uang ke saya adalah cara yang dia akhirnya putuskan. Tadinya sih Mbak Ma-eum katanya malu minjem, tapi dipaksain muka tebel gitu istilahnya.

Yang menarik, disini dia menegaskan bahwa akadnya BUKANlah meminta. Melainkan pinjam. Gini narasinya more or less, “Mbak (saya maksudnya), ini akadnya saya pinjam ya. Saya akan balikin.” berkali-kali dia sebutin soal akad dalam pinjam-meminjam. Walau saya bukan orang finansial, saya paham bahwa akad yang jelas itu merupakan hal yang penting. Salah satu perintah Allah pertama kali juga kan di Surah An-Nisa ayat 29. Surah Madaniyah. Perintah pertama ke muslim at its infancy. (reference: buku Revive Your Heart by Nouman Ali Khan).

“Berarti amanah yaa. Beliau mengerti mengenai akad.” pikir saya. Sampai bulan-bulan selanjutnya pun saya tidak menagih kembali. Saya yakin dia amanah dan akan kembalikan uangnya.

Agustus 2023, saya mulai curiga dan merasa sedikit nggak nyaman. Kenapa? Karena beliau ingin meminjam uang lagi. Nominalnya 900.000. Wow. Sangat besar menurut saya. Walau yang juli 2023 lebih kecil dari itu ya, saya merasa bahwa ini sudah tidak benar. Disini perasaan saya sudah nggak nyaman, tapi saya tetep meminta pertolongan Allah buat nggak cuekin dan say indecency words ke saudara seiman saya saat dia meminta sedekah (salah satu anjuran di Quran juga kalau nggak salah inget).

“Waduh, pinjeman juli 2023 aja belum dibalikin, punya audacity banget kok ya orang ini untuk minjem lagi. 900.000 pula”. Nominal 900.000 itu yang saya ingat ya. Ya justru saya tolak meminjamkan. Saya bener-bener jadi merasa penuh tiap ada DM dari Mbak Ma-eum. Seakan-akan kok jadinya bergantung ya? Astaghfirullah.

Desember 2023, saya akhirnya kirim uang lagi (yaa lagi ada. Buat sedekah). Waktu itu narasinya bahwa ada adek Naya yang ingin paket C atau ingin berangkat les karena ujian. Untuk penjelasan narasi-narasi, saya akan ceritakan di section beda ya.

Lalu, 2024 pun datang. Saya gerah banget nih. Mulai gerah. Mbak Ma-eum kok masih punya audacity untuk chat saya minta sedekah ya? Tapi nggak ada omongan soal akad pinjem uangnya dia? Waduh, disini saya pikir udah nggak bener.

Januari 2024, saya akhirnya minta dia balikin dengan cara cicil. Sudah terlalu lama menurut saya. Juli 2023 sampai januari 2024, hitung aja deh. Dia kirim 50.000 dulu. Dia bilang mumpung uangnya belum kepake apa-apa. Oke, gapapa. 50.000 diterima (nanti section bukti mutasi rekening dan cerita dibaliknya, akan saya tulis dibawah).

Februari, Maret 2024… saya nungguin… kok nggak ada ya kabar lagi? Mbak Ma-eum masih sama. Masih setia ngirim pesan menanyakan kesediaan saya sedekah. Yang saya ingat di Februari, ada adik siapa gitu namanya, butuh sepatu. Yaudah saya gerah. Saya tanyain alamatnya buat kirim sepatu. Ya pada akhirnya ya gak saya kirim sih. Soalnya ternyata gaada sepatu yang sesuai HAHAHA.

Kemudian, saya diemin tuh.. Tapi kayaknya ada lah ya 1-2 hari saya kirim untuk transfer sedekah.

Di maret 2024 juga ada kejadian menarik. Ini dia. Tahan ya bacanya. Saya DM mbak Ma-eum untuk izin.. bahwa saya mau block dia! Kejam? Menurut saya nggak. Soalnya latar belakang keputusan saya tuh gini: 1. Saya udah capek secara hati karena ditagih sedekah terus. 2. Tidak ada itikad untuk bayar hutangnya. 3. Saya merasa takut buka tumblr karena capek liat DM dia yang menanyakan perihal sedekah terus.

Saya overwhelmed.

April 2024, saya memutuskan untuk menagih hak saya. Selain ya karena saya butuh uangnya.. Saya merasa bahwa saya harus nagih hak saya yang ini. Karena akad di awal itu meminjam. Saya gabisa mengkhlaskan gitu aja. Saya buka block tumblr saya ke dia. Eh eh, kok saya nggak bisa check profile dia ya? Apakah saya di-block juga? Ini ceritanya kepanjangan, tapi langsung intinya… saya saat itu akhirnya meminta bantuan Kak Yasir Mukhtar dan Kak Nisa. Saya jelaskan kronologinya dan meminta tolong mereka untuk bantu chat Mbak Ma-eum. Saya sertakan juga bukti Mbak Ma-eum meminjam uang ke saya. Nah, ini menjelaskan alasan yaa, kenapa Kak Nisa masih punya bukti SS diatas.

Kenapa kak yasir dan kak nisa? Ketika kamu search “rumahati” di tumblr, ada interaksi anonim nanya ke akun kak yasir serta ada interaksi antara Mbak Ma-eum dengan Kak Nisa.

Waktu itu Kak Yasir yang respon saya, dan dia bantu up soal tagihan utang saya ini ke Mbak Ma-eum.

Alhamdulillah, saat itu, 2 April 2024. Saya harap 2 april 2024 ini diingat ya. Karena akan jadi kunci penjelasan selanjutnya. 2 april 2024 itu akhirnya kami (saya dan Mbak Ma-eum) pindah obrolan ke WA. Saya disitu bilang bahwa tolong balikin uang saya dsb. Saya ingatkan baik-baik bahwa itu akad meminjam.

EH, sebelum itu.. Tentu saya sudah tagih yaa di februari-maret 2024 itu (kalau ga salah ingat). Jawabannya? Suaminya sakit dan baru kecelakaan, sedang tinggal di rumah mertua. Jadi dia bilang untuk makan pun, mertua yang menanggung. Keadaannya tidak memungkinkan, jadi mohon maaf belum bisa menggantikan. Nggak persis sih seperti redaksi kata dia. Tapi di period tersebut, dia punya alasan untuk nggak ngirim sisa pelunasan. Semuanya kisah sedih.

Di 2 APRIL 2024 ini, saya udah menegakkan hati. Bahwa apapun alasannya, saya gak peduli. Uang saya harus balik. Kejam? Menurut saya nggak. Karena saya merasa udah gak kuat punya urusan lagi dengan Mbak Ma-eum. It’s better to cut-off someone who drains your energy. You will be in the same room with me for this one.

Akhirnya, dilunasi. Ini bukti MUTASI nya di rekening BSI saya. Dari rekening BSI dia (a.n Sri Wahyuni 7083952778) ke rekening BSI saya:

Sebelum dilunasi 450.000 nya. Ada yang ngebuat saya curiga dengan Mbak Ma-eum ini. Dia bilang, “Iya mbak, kami lunasi ya. Kebetulan ada uang sedekah tadi.”

Saya gak bisa kasih buktinya. Itu chat yang dia kirim ke WA pribadi saya. History chatnya saya hapus. Kenapa saya hapus? Karena sebelumnya dia guilt-trip saya (well, from my side, I took that as a gaslight or guilt-trip. manipulative!). Salah saya memang... seharusnya saya berpikir jernih waktu itu... seharusnya saya tetep keep chatnya. Tapi ya gimana... sebelumnya aja udah digaslight kayak gitu :((( Sedikit FYI, beneran kaget banget. Sampe beneran kaget. Nangis. (nanti saya lampirkan konsistensi cerita saya ini. Buktinya berupa LIVE CHAT saya 2 april yg reach out ke teman-teman saya. Ada voice note juga pada tanggal 2 april itu, sepertinya mau saya up di file cloud).

Oke, baca sampai akhir ya.

Jadi setelah dia melunasi Rp450.000, saya segera hapus history chat, deact akun TUMBLR khaylillahtahzanu. Kenapa? Saya beneran trauma liat akun itu. Trauma. Saya trauma liat tulisannya yang cenderung akan meng-expose kesedihan adik-adik asuhnya, dsb. Saya pun trauma karena gaslight-nya sangat menyakiti hati saya. Terlebih itu keluar dari jari dirinya. Jari yang ia pakai untuk menulis kalimat-kalimat Allah juga di page tumblr-nya beliau.

Adapun gaslight yang dia kirimkan ke saya melalui chat adalah:

“Mba, maaf banget kalau kami belum bisa bayar. Tapi tolong Mba jangan perlakukan kami seolah2 mencuri uang. Kami tidak tahu apa yang udah menimpa Mba Ervine. Tapi seolah2 kami juga ikut andil atas apa yang menimpa Mba.”

Buktinya? Memang tidak ada bukti chat dia ke saya. Karena history chat WA dia ke saya telah saya hapus. Saya sedih sampai ga sudi lagi untuk liat chatnya, makanya saya hapus (iya saya tau waktu itu langkah saya beneran nggak tepat untuk hapus history chat). Tapi waktu itu saya LIVE CHAT soal penagihan utang ini ke grup yang berisi kakak-kakak saya. Tanggal 2 april 2024. Harap dilihat time-stampnya ya!

Jam 15.33 itu beneran saya nge-copy langsung dari chat Mbak Ma-eum ke grup. Saya gemeteran. Sangat gemeteran. Sangat-sangat gemeteran. Sampai saya ketik ini, saya masih inget perasaan saya kala itu. Lalu, jam 15.36, dia kirimkan pelunasan 450.000.

Bersambung. Pasti masih banyak pertanyaan mengenai kebenaran cerita saya. Saya akan coba jelaskan di section tulisan terpisah. Yang berisi LIVE CHAT saya dan VOICE NOTE saya ke teman dan kakak-kakak kenalan saya. Saya waktu itu beneran sangat shock, jadi meminta banyak orang untuk mewaraskan diri saya.

Jadi, menurut teman-teman, adab sedekah (yang memberikan ataupun pihak yang diamanahi sedekah) dan meminjam uang itu sebaiknya seperti apa?

#sedekah #tanggungjawab #hutangpiutang #integritas #integrity #amanah #rumahati

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dinisuciyanti · 2 months

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Akun sedekah di laman biru

Sebetulnya aku gak mau bahas ini, tapi tiba-tiba ter-trigger, ternyata kolega ku juga salah satu korban.

Seingatku, saat covid 2020, aku melihat suatu postingan "sedekah" disini, you can call it "open donasi" untuk yang membutuhkan. Yang repost adalah akun besar, jadi ya, aku percaya. Postingan nya pun terkesan "asli" dan memang butuh bantuan. Dan kupikir, di laman biru ini enggak ada orang jahat yang memanfaatkan kebaikan orang.

Aku pun me-reach akun "sedekah" ini, minta norek, lalu transfer, ku kirim via WA. Kemudian hampir setiap bulan ybs "menanyakan" apakah aku mau sedekah bulan ini. Kalau aku tidak punya uang, ya aku skip, minta maaf. Tapi kalau aku punya, biasanya aku langsung transfer, dan konfirm. Gak tau berapa kali aku transfer, terakhir kali mungkin pas lebaran tahun 2021, dengan nominal yang cukup besar daripada biasanya.

Aku gak pernah sedikit pun curiga, karna yaudah kan sedekah. Sampai pada satu hari aku telponan dengan teman tumblr ku @asimetris , dia bercerita tentang akun sedekah ini. Dari situ aku mulai sadar, "wah, gak bener nih!". Yasudah, dari situ, tiap aku di WA ybs, aku bilang minta maaf gak ada uang. Aku pun sempat bercerita ke teman tumblr yang lain, ternyata case nya sama, akun sedekah ini terduga "menggunakan uang sedekah untuk menghidupi keluarganya".

Ybs juga sempat dm tumblr ku dengan akun baru, tapi tidak ku gubris. Terakhir lebaran tahun ini, WA aku lagi, langsung ku blok.

Malam ini aku mendengar kolega ku juga kena "tipu" oleh akun sedekah ini. Berbeda case denganku, temanku ini meminjamkan uang ke ybs, udah setaun gak dibayar-bayar. Tapi udah balik sih uangnya, walau dengan drama.

Jadi, lesson learned nya, kalau mau sedekah baiknya ke sodara/lingkungan sekitar dulu, atau ke lembaga yang kredibel. Kalau mau personal, pastikan kamu percaya dan kenal orang tersebut. Dan untuk akun sedekah ini, tolonglah berhenti membohongi orang-orang baik. Segera sadar. Ingat akhirat.

19 Juli 2024

#randomthoughts #ceritahidup #rumahati #penipuan

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famouslook1987 · 3 days

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स्वच्छता बरतने से वातावरण में बढ़ता है आकर्षण व नाना प्रकार की बीमारियों के पनपने का अवसर भी नहीं मिलता-:- नगर विकास मंत्री ए0के0 शर्मा संवाददाता-: राजेश गुप्ता मऊ/संसद वाणी : शासन की मंशा के अनुरूप 17 सितम्बर से आगामी 2 अक्टूबर तक नगर पालिका परिषद मऊ द्वारा नगर क्षेत्र में ‘स्वच्छता ही सेवा’ महा अभियान के तहत सफाई अभियान चलाया जा रहा है। सफाई अभियान के इस क्रम में आज मऊ नगर के वार्ड नं0 44…

#Adm Mau #AK Sharma #Dm Mau #Jila Prashasan #Mahaabhiyan #Mau News #Nagar Palika #Nagar Vikas #Swachata Abhiyan #UP Government #UP Minister #Ward -44

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babydoslilo · 1 year

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Just a Video

Assim que o indicador soltou a tela, uma conta de nome que ela não prestou muita atenção, mas captou algo com muitos "Xs" e "lesbian" no meio, tinha postado um vídeo 37 segundos atrás, e Harry estava pronta para descer para o próximo post quando uma coisa fez as orbes verdes se fixarem ali. O vídeo tinha poucos minutos de duração, talvez uns 5, e duas garotas muito bonitas estavam peladas e se beijando com muita língua.

Essa oneshot contém: Larry fem (Louis e Harry como garotas cis, apesar de não mudar os nomes); Voyerismo; Masturbação feminina.

Vai ser uma one curtinha, mas espero que vocês gostem.

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Ela não tinha muito tempo. Fazia dias que Harry não conseguia privacidade em casa para aproveitar um pouco a própria companhia de um jeito bem relaxante.

Os pais da garota estavam de férias do trabalho e passavam quase o dia inteiro em casa, enquanto ela, que passava as manhãs no trabalho de verão e a tarde em um curso online, também tinha os horários em casa coincidindo com os mais velhos. E não é que ela não amasse os pais, claro que amava, mas quando se passa quase um mês com os nervos à flor da pele e a frustração ocupando grande parte da mente, o estresse parece superar qualquer outro sentimento.

Ela passou semanas tentando se trancar no banheiro para ter um pouco de sossego, mas quando não era atrapalhada por batidas repetitivas na porta, conseguia ouvir muito bem as vozes conversando do lado de fora, e isso tirava qualquer possibilidade de "animação". Outro dia a tentativa que mais chegou perto de alcançar êxito foi quando, por um milagre divino ou a necessidade de fazer compras para casa, seus pais saíram juntos para o supermercado pouco antes dela acordar e a menina levantou da cama com os olhos brilhantes ao perceber o silêncio que tomava o imóvel, mostrando que ela poderia brincar um pouco sozinha. No entanto, quando os dedinhos finos e delicados já estavam ultrapassando a calcinha branca de renda, tentando ser rápida o suficiente para não se atrasar para o trabalho, batidas fortes no portão principal foram ouvidas e o nome dela gritado.

A única saída de Harry foi levantar rapidinho, ajeitando os cabelos e tecido do pijama, e atender ao chamado. Foi por conta de tantas tentativas frustradas que o mau humor imperava na cacheada e os olhos verdes estavam cada dia mais ferozes e afiados. Quem vê de longe poderia confundir o temperamento forte com TPM ou grosseria, mas era particularmente difícil para a garota passar tanto tempo sem um momento digno e um orgasmo gostoso. Talvez tenha sido isso que motivou a situação em que ela tinha se colocado agora.

Era sábado à tarde e seus pais tinham saído para comemorar o aniversário de casamento, passariam o dia em alguma praia ou resort e não deram previsão para chegada, então a garota aproveitou para combinar com as amigas de saírem para uma baladinha ou restaurante à noite. Um final de semana nunca era desperdiçado em seu círculo de amizades, por isso logo recebeu respostas confirmando e uma de suas melhores amigas avisou que iria um pouco mais cedo para casa da cacheada, no intuito de se arrumarem juntas.

Passava das 15h e a garota ainda estava deitadinha na própria cama, alguma música tocava baixinho pelo cômodo mas ela não dava muita atenção enquanto estava rolando o feed das redes sociais com o celular em mãos. O tecido soltinho da camisola que vestia desde que acordou já tinha subido um pouco pelo tanto que rolava no colchão, deixando à mostra a pele clarinha e macia das coxas e bunda da menina. A calcinha que usava, por sua vez, era de um modelo mais confortável, quase uma boxer, preta com as bordas em uma renda branquinha delicada.

Estava bastante entediada assim que abriu, sem má intenção, o Twitter e começou a passar as postagens. Deu risadas com alguns vídeos de gatinhos, se estressou com algumas discussões idiotas e ignorou com sucesso a DM lotada, até lembrar da existência de uma antiga conta secundária que ainda estava logada. Ela não segurou a curiosidade para ver o que ainda estava rolando por lá, já que sequer lembrava há quanto tempo tinha entrado pela última vez, e clicou na própria conta privada. Antigamente, na sua adolescência, a menina costumava usar essa rede social para ver coisas que não poderia deixar dando bobeira no histórico de pesquisas do Google, por isso a foto do icon era um tanto explícita e os perfis que seguia, assim como as suas curtidas e retweets, ainda mais. Foi por essa curiosidade que ela passou a rolar a tela com os dedinhos ansiosos, se deparando com vídeos, gifs e fotos que a fizeram grudar as coxas uma na outra com mais força a cada novo post, sentindo a calcinha molhar com facilidade.

Não eram conteúdos tão bons assim dado o tempo sem atualização da página, mas para uma jovem adulta sensível por estar "na seca" a tanto tempo, aquilo era um paraíso. Logo ela tratou de subir novamente para o primeiro post e deslizar a tela de cima para baixo, fazendo com que o feed carregasse os vídeos mais atuais que foram postados há poucos dias ou minutos.

A umidade presente no tecido preto da calcinha da cacheada era tanta que fazia com que os lábios gordinhos da sua florzinha escorregassem, atritando um no outro, ao que ela mexia o quadril devagarzinho com as pernas cruzadas. Essa situação ficou ainda mais intensa e ela sentiu sua entradinha piscar necessitada quando uma das mulheres do vídeo soltou a boca da outra e encarou a câmera com um sorriso grande e predador.

A câmera tirou o foco das bocas que estavam juntas, trocando beijos e mordidas, e ampliou o enquadramento para o corpo das duas. Uma loira estava deitada com as pernas abertas para cima, mostrando seus peitos fartos e bocetinha completamente babada para quem estivesse assistindo aquilo, enquanto uma morena dos cabelos lisos e olhos azuis, que tinha os peitinhos menores e pontudos, estava deitada ao lado, quase atrás, da primeira. Pela posição não dava para ver mais do que a bunda cheia e a pele bronzeada repleta de tatuagens, mas mesmo sem todo o apelo e exposição como a outra, os olhos verdes de Harry não conseguiam desviar da atriz de olhos azuis e sorriso vulgar.

Foi como se estivesse hipnotizada pelo o que a morena fazia com a outra mulher que Harry se viu acompanhando todos os toques, reproduzindo fielmente em si o que os dedos tatuados e de unhas curtas faziam na entrada rosinha da loira. A cacheada não conseguia ouvir o que estava sendo dito, precisava deixar o vídeo no mudo para conseguir escutar caso alguém chegasse em sua casa, mas sua imaginação estava a mil, criando diversas frases sujas, xingamentos e também elogios para saírem dos lábios finos da atriz, só que direcionados a si.

Harry já estava com dedos completamente encharcados em sua grutinha, deslizando os dígitos para cima e para baixo por toda a pele quente, quando a morena penetrou dois dedos, o médio e o anelar, deixando apenas a visão do número 28 marcado na pele à mostra, e a cacheada gemeu alto sentindo seus próprios dedos lhe invadirem da mesma maneira. Ela passou a acompanhar a estocadas no mesmo ritmo do vídeo, reduzindo a velocidade quando a outra parecia querer provocar, e aumentando quando o único objetivo era claramente levar a parceira ao ápice, para logo em seguida retirar completamente os dedos e deslizar as pontinhas pelo clitóris que já estava inchado e vermelho.

Essa brincadeira se repetiu diversas vezes e Harry reproduziu elas com muito sacrifício, estava doida para movimentar os dedos em círculos muito rápidos e só liberar o orgasmo que estava segurando, mas não conseguia parar o que estava fazendo. A promessa nos olhos azuis era de que toda a tortura valeria a pena no final, então só lhe restava aguentar firme.

A limitação que o tecido molhado fornecia, fazendo com que a mão dela ficasse presa e mais próxima da pele ardente, deixava a garota ainda mais sensível aos toques. Foi por isso que após mais uma série de estocar os dois dedos até estar quase gozando e depois tirar completamente, esfregando com delicadeza os pequenos lábios, que ela se viu ainda mais agitada, não conseguindo conter os pequenos murmúrios que saiam pela boca cheinha e as pernas que se abriam e fechavam, sem controle algum.

A morena parecia saber o estado que tinha deixado Harry, mesmo sem presenciar o que ela estava fazendo, pois faltando menos de um minuto para finalizar o vídeo, ela retirou pela última vez os dedos tatuados da entrada da loira, subiu arrastando-os da grutinha até o clitóris e desceu novamente, esfregando, dessa vez, a palma da mão inteira por toda a bocetinha lisa. A pressão que depositou era firme e a força malditamente calculada fez Harry fechar os olhos com força, sentindo seu orgasmo ser liberado com intensidade ao ponto das pernas se fecharem sozinhas, pressionando ainda mais a própria mão que ainda estava entre elas, o quadril tremeu sensível e a mão que segurava o celular se fechou em punho. A última coisa que a cacheada viu foi os olhos azuis e um sorriso em sua direção antes de derrubar o celular na cama.

Alguns minutos se passaram entre respiradas fundas e pequenas carícias na carne quentinha que ainda pulsava pela sensibilidade de ter gozado há pouco tempo, ocasionando tremeliques e arrepios involuntários cada vez que os dedinhos esbarravam no pontinho mágico da cacheada. Ela amava essa sensação de brincar com os dedinhos por ali enquanto a pele ainda está em chamas e tão sensível, poderia passar horas fazendo aquilo. Mas, infelizmente, uma vibração a fez voltar à realidade e Harry procurou o celular caído entre os edredons, achando ele ainda desbloqueado na tela que lhe deu tanto prazer. As orbes verdes só tiveram tempo de entender um dos nomes que estava nas marcações do vídeo e que ela nem tinha reparado antes pelo tanto que ficou vidrada apenas na imagem, “Louis Tomlinson” era uma das atrizes marcadas e logo a notificação do aplicativo de mensagens na barra superior lhe tomou a atenção.

“Já saí de casa, chego em 5 minutos!!”

Sua melhor amiga estava quase ali e ela ainda tinha que dar um jeito na bagunça que sua cama se tornou, tomar um banho rápido para tirar o cheiro de sexo e fingir que nada tinha acontecido pouco antes dela chegar. E claro, não esquecer de trocar sua conta do twitter para o perfil seguro e público.

#larry fanfiction #harry styles #larry #oneshot #smut #ltops #fanfic #louis tomilson #one direction #hbottom #larryfem

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