#felix and kali

[miketroplex]

Felix Carpenter

Felix turned toward the front door of the store when he heard it open, but he relaxed out of professional mode when he saw who it was. "Oh, hi, Kali! It is about that time, huh." He'd lost track of time and forgot it was almost time to switch the shifts. "It's been a bit slow so far, don't know how much it'll pick up in the evening here for you."

@feastonkings

[the-name-stealer]

hello!!! Intro time!!!

Hi!!! Call me anything.

I steal names!

If you want your names removed, reblog/send ask/ privately message me! I answer anons so it’s hard to sort through who is okay with it.

Give me your name. Or someone else’s. I’m not picky.

names I’ve stolen: (will tag if they have blogs+who gave it to me if it was someone else)

Noah 1

bugg 2

Oakley :3

Rebekah (from @biggesthuskersimp589)4

Willow (^^)5

Lewis (^^^)6

Olivia(^^^^)7

all of @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan nicknames! 8

Samah! ( @that-0ne-sam)9

Bill Cipher! ( @billcipher-rpblog)10

Maryland! ( @maryland-officially)11

Hawaii! ( @hawaii-official)12

Lep! ( @leprechaun-stealerofgold)13

Squeaky! ( @postalignments)14

James! ( @more-trans-beans) 15

Pyramid Steve! (From @billcipher-rpblog, taken from @i-amsteve)16

Khriz! (From @the-lunacy-system taken from @khrizantema9869)17

Kaitlyn! ( @literal-trans-beans)18

buck! (By @17ghostsinatrenchcoat)19

Alivia! (^^)20

Cataclysm, Nibiru, Roav, 7-3, Ælr, nobaru! ( @planet-of-cataclysm)26

Holden! ( @hadoom) 27

quinn, ruin, yuri, and nikolai! ( @throat0fdelusion)31

penny, Margret, Samantha, Emu, and Warren! ( @pennyroyald)36

silver & milky! ( @official-milky-way)38

anon (anon) 39

PSR J0437-4715 & 1rxs. ( @1rxs-offical) 41

Rian (taken permanently from @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan) 42

neon! ( @neoninglitchen) 43

Katelyn ( @katiewolf) 44

banana, mango, grape, orange, melon, and lemon ( @fruit-tree-system) 50

Monaco ( @officially-monaco)51

peachy ( @importantpeachfury) 52

Colorado ( @colorado-real)53

Oregon ( @oregon-officially)54

North Carolina ( @the-fr-north-carolina-totally)55

Michigan ( @michagan-the-state)56

Violet ( @violetthediamondsblog)57

Vitreous ( @vitreous-official)58

faye! ( @f4y3w00d5)59

Misa! ( @minimuppetmisa)60

nɒʜɈƎ/γnnɒɔƧ ( @₴₵₳₦₦Ɏ₴-฿₳₵₭) 62

Liechtenstein ( @offical-liechtenstein)63

Jalapeño ( @floatingcamel23)64

Logan (permanently taken from @pennyroyald) 65

Rachel Roth ( @half-a-goat)66

Dubois (anon) 67

unknown entity of darkness ( @unknown-entity-tm) 68

Rose/Róża, Minty, Kali, Noodle, & Thing. ( from @blog-of-some-dummies given by @pennyroyald) 73

In-n-out burger ( @in-n-out-burger-official) 74

Diafain (anon) 75

🐍💍 (anon) 76

Tori Simons (anon)77

Felhair de Ziaman ( @pennyroyald) 78

Britain ( @real-british-empire) 79

Carl Fredrick Wilhelm Johannes Maximillian Napoleon Zeus von Neumann the Amazing the Great the Protector of Domestic Tranquillity, ForMemRS. (Anon) 80

Zero ( @z3r0th3h3r0) 81

Tereza (permanently taken from anon) 82

marsh,syll,silk , mallow, mochi, pastel, lucid, Celes, Limetta, maria, Felix, theo, Axel, alex, aqua, nova, aster, caelus, Doku, Aurous, ann, lucas, luca, lucean, jack, phi, ray, peace, alba, chaos, tart, cake, Led, Charlie, Lamba, Xeno! (Anon) 118

Snow ( @sn0w-o) 119

Fiona, Talia, Mable, Boa, Egg, Clise, Pancake, Hypnos, Elysia, Seraphina, Agnes, Marceline, Claire, Noelle, butterscotch, frigg, soup, strawberry, marsia, beate, makoto, sock, bug, Florian, bea, Rosalina, marinella, Finka, nada, Yuri, sky, Olivia, fischl, cinnamon, amity, Ada, Lenora, Aida, Romy, Lys, Eliana, Cherie, océane, Esther, marcille, Astrid, Clara, Lacey, flowers, natsuki, sayori, Petra, Aphrodite, hatsune, crimson, viola, Jenny, juniper, Annie, marie,Tina, kanaya, Callie, Bonnie, Velma, Phoebe, Sabrina, Tori, Natalie, Kim, love, Corey, Courtney, misty, Yasmin, Laika, Tabitha, primrose, Beatrice, circe, johnette, temmie, gumi, himiko, Anne, nessa, Sonia, akane, Diane, Miku, merlin, adagia, miyu, aradia, Illya, azure, maya, Mira, marina, Andromeda, Alya, Stella, celestia, Celeste, nova, Lyra, hope, April, pearl, amber, violet, Kirra, clover, iris, calliope, blossom, Millie, tulip, Bibi, amy, Reyna, ambrosia, page, Leah, Charlie, Lilith, ellsee, maki, edeustus, ellie, Samantha, Amelia, Tiffany, Alyssa, Luna, caoimhe, Judith, Natalie, kumatora, aurelie, Kate, moon, nerisse, serenity, Lara, Sarina, Vanessa, Monica, cherry, Helena, Sophia, tiki, luzia, Laura, Juliette, aurora, corrin, annette, Hilda, madalena, Anna, ivy, Cynthia, byleth, caeda, Alexandrea, chell, Maria, mia, Katie, Veronica, Susie, comet, Jessica, eve, Eva, vivisection, heather, Donna, winona, guinivere, Roxanne, Lillian, Octavia, étolie, Marnie, Gaia, daisy, desura, amnesia, sunny, clementine, bocchi, Cara, Agatha, Evelyn, angèle, Louisa, Camila, roseline, louane, Averie, Melina, Lena, minthe, Emma, acorn, Cassandra, bread, willow, raven, kali, Sappho, harmony, mango, Hellan, Katelyn, aria, Elyse, Marnie, blanche, frasie, Freya, Charlotte, amandine,  Vivian, Sylvia, Sarah, Jane, Ashley, Mongolia, Alice, Sydney, pikachu, Michelle, Gowan, Madeline, Ellen, Marissa, Lana, Lilly, Ella, rose, may, Ramona, melody. ( @bitch-with-some-4000-names) 363

Tera , elfilin , carol, taranza ( @tmhj) 367)

ash ( @i-give-worms) 368

Jayne bishop ( @thegreatgeodo) 369

Josie & Scarlett ( @knight-real) 371

sir A. Goetia. ( @pennyroyald) 372

swiper ( @mronion) 373

grammarly ( @unofficially-grammarly) 374

Walmart ( @walmart-the-official)375

Whataburger ( @whataburger-possibly-official) 376

Vemödalen ( @no-such-thing-as-originality) 377

Sydney (Anon) 378

roselyn (anon) 379

Saioa (anon) 380

hygiea 10 ( @hygiea-official)381

Alex, Allen, Asher, Caelus, Calxe, Dalisay, Ennui, Fae, Joy, Kai, Li, Liit, Loe, Mia, Nemo, Nihil, Noël, Oakley, Pelex, Sasha, Somnus, Tama, Ramasses, Rin, Rowan, Willow, Zephyr, Zora ( @joyliit) 401

Alexandria (taken permanently from ^^)402

James/jamie and Martin/marty ( @throat0fdelusion) 404

Caesar & Charlie ( @caesars-crazed-ramblings) 406

Cosmo or Nyx! ( @spacecatdraws) 408

Africa ( @pennyroyald) 409

choccy milk, shortcake, cakepop, mossy ( @analog-autistic) 413

Michael (anon)414

Sally (anon) 415

blue (anon)416

William Shakespeare (<-never heard of the guy/j) ( @shakespeare-official-account) 417

Haejin Min ( @the-name-gifter) 418

fae ( @the-name-asker) 419

vee ( @urlocaldisaster) 420 (hehe)

Dr. Graves ( @the-gimmick-scp-researcher) 421

Zeus (anon) 422

Copi-Copi, Elemento, Adjetivo, Mente en Blanco, Chaucha, Yo Soy, Calugoso, Duquesa, Reina, Coliforme, Tepo-Tepo, Yo no Fui, Fierro Malo, Palmerita, Neumatex, Cortachurro, Etcétera, Maletín, Duque, Guasón, Jefe, Moneda, Cucky, Pelusa, Tía, Legui, Reality, Chester, Chu, Ro, Playita, Palmera, Señor, Re Frito, Pescado, Chamuyo, Calendario, James Bond, Rata, Cabeza de Chaya, Neumático, Repetido, Añico, Rucia, Gonzo, Chino, Cortéz, Albertito, Also, Cabecita, Bigote and Mutante (anon)

jaiden and blook ( @blookdoeswhatever, @jaidentheautisticwurm) 424

jaya (anon)425

erik ( @glitched-out-mess) 426

Caoimhe, Saoirse, Niamh, Ciara, Roisín, Darragh, Meabh, Aoife, Eoghan, Oisín, Fionn, Siobhan, Tagdh, Donncha, Aisling, Sadhbh, Muireann, Doireann, Sorcha, Síle and Aoibhe ( @can-i-explode-now)447

corabella (anon) 448

john smith (anon) 449

anons deadname (anon) 450

rian (anon) 451

bruce wayne 452

452

6/50 states

Items:

frog

worms x3

an Olive Garden I guess???

names that are given to us will be under #name giver

and names we steal will be under #name stealer

all asks will be under #name stealer questions

colors are just random colors we associate with the name given.

that’s all for now! Bye!

[ilwonuu]

Hello! I’m the same anon that requested the Lee Know fic you ended up writing. I wanted to request something else!

Today is my birthday, March 27th, so can I maybe ask for a birthday smut with Felix?

(It doesn’t matter when I get it! You can take your time.)

im happy you’re requesting something else<33 happy late birthday ml!!!! 😘 i wrote this with all the love and care u deserve!!! i hope u had a great birthday and i hope you enjoy this 💖💖

₊˚⊹♡ sweet birthday ₊˚⊹♡

↬ lee felix

꧁ pairing- nonidol!felix x fem!reader, softdom!felix x sub!reader, established relationship, they’re in love bleh bleh<3

꧁ warnings- pussydrunk felix<3, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, cringe love, multiple sex scenes(just 2), kissing, lingerie(idk if i should warn this but im doing it anyways), seungmin and changbin mentioned, lmk what i missed????

꧁ a/n- i loved writing this<3 i feel like felix is such a cutie and i miss him now enjoy this :(

your birthday was felix’s favorite because it just give him more of an excuse to touch you. or so he says. waking you up with soft kisses against your temple.

you shifting slightly in your sleep, hearing your boyfriend’s soft morning voice. “i’m sorry angel- didn’t mean to wake you up. happy birthday my love.” he says rubbing your hair back.

“it’s ok lix. thank you i love you.” he’s pulling you to cuddle against his chest as he plants a kiss against your head. “can i give you, your first present of the day?” he says with an innocent smile across his lips.

“mm and what would that be lix?” he moves from beside you to between your legs. “this okay my love?” he asks looking up at you from between your legs. felix tended to eat you out every morning like it’s his routine. of course he’s going to on your birthday.

him claiming “you have to have the sweetest birthday right?” you love how much he loves and appreciates your body. he wants you to feel good and beautiful all the time.

“yeah lix- i want you.” he leans up again to kiss your lips one last time before dipping back down between your legs. “you’re so beautiful.” he kisses down your legs before changing his direction back up them.

he slowly makes his way towards your panties, helping you out of them. “my perfect birthday girl. look at you, so pretty for me.” he starts kissing against your thighs softly.

“lix please- hurry.” you almost cut yourself off. your boyfriend looks so pretty. his tired eyes and messy hair. his loose t-shirt against his perfect chest.

you could never get bored of looking at your boyfriend. he licks against your thigh looking up at you as he licks against your slit.

him humming at the taste, diving into your pussy for more. he looks up at you as he watches you get lost in the feeling. he sucks on your clit hard as he pushes one finger inside you.

“lix- fuck feels so good.” you start to grind against his finger as you look down at him. felix is humping your bed as he sucks you harder.

you feel him push a second finger inside you, curling it as he takes his mouth away from you. “taste so good- im gonna cum angel.” he starts to grind harder against the bed as licks up and down your slit.

“me too lix- fuck please don’t stop.” he just watches you as your legs start to shake at the thrusts and curling of his finger.

his groaning going through your pussy as he sloppily licks at your cunt. you watch as his hips start to quicken and his groans get louder.

you fall apart on his tongue as you watch cum. you coming shortly after him. “lix- fuck-“ you look down at your boyfriend with blissful face, watching in shock as he pulls his fingers out of you.

he brings the up to his mouth sucking on them momentarily. pulling them out of his mouth so he can eat your cum out of you.

he sloppily licks against you again as moans into your clit. he pulls away after a couple more licks, pulling himself up to kiss your lips. after making out with you for a couple minutes your phone ringing startles him, pulling him away.

he leans over you to grab it with a annoyed look on his face. you laugh subconsciously at that. “it’s kim seungmin.” he groans again answering the call.

“what?” he says to the boy. felix puts the phone speaker. “what? don’t what me. me and changbin are fucking here. for the birthday breakfast? that you’re hosting asshole. happy birthday by the way y/n.” you smile at his words.

”thank you seungmin. very sweet of you.” your boyfriend curses at the boys words. “shit it’s already 11:30? all right come up.” your boyfriend says quickly hanging up. he gets up running to your closet.

“lix why are you running?” you roll your eyes playfully at your cute boyfriend. “because i fucking came in my pants and our friends are here.” you just laugh grabbing your underwear and pajama pants.

—⋆·˚ ༘ *

felix loved spending your birthday with you. he had roses for you after your breakfast. a beautiful bouquet delivered with your favorite flowers.

him of course, saying he had another surprise for you. you seated on your bed as your boyfriend grabs your gift from under the bed.

“i got this because i think you’ll look beautiful in it. but no pressure if you don’t like it or anything!” he says with a smile as he hands you the box.

“i will love it lix.” you smile before opening the box pulling out a sage green floral lingerie. “i love it- oh my gosh it is so beautiful.” you say excitedly as he leans down to peck your lips.

“i’m so happy you like it- do you want to put it on? so i can give you your final present.” he grabs your hand rubbing it gently. “yes i’ll put it on- how many presents do you have?” you say with a laugh.

“as many as you want angel.” he smiles as he watches you grab the gift and walk away to the bathroom. “i gotta surprise you.” you say with a smirk as you make your way into the bathroom.

leaving your boyfriend to smirk to himself. you quickly change into the lingerie, taking a quick look at yourself. you love the way it hugs your body perfectly. you smile to yourself making your way back into your bedroom with felix.

“wow- you absolutely stunning my love.” your boyfriend’s hands reaching for you, pulling you into him by your waist.

“it’s so pretty lix. it’s fits perfect i love it! thank you love.” you smile at him. “yea? i’m happy you love it. you look better than i could’ve possibly ever imagined. you’re so beautiful angel.” he plants a couple of kisses against your neck.

“you’re too sweet lix.” you melt into his touch until he suddenly pulls away. he moves your gift box out of the way, laying you back against the bed.

“you deserve everything sweet. you’re the sweetest ever to me.” he kisses your neck some more sucking against it harshly. “lix please- fuck me i need you.” you start to grind your hips up against his causing him to let a moan slip.

“shit you sure angel? i won’t hurt you?” he says rubbing softly against your arm. you nod your head quickly. “i need you please. you won’t hurt me.” he nods kissing your head. he starts to unbuckle his belt on his jeans.

you watch as you slide the panties of the lingerie down. your blood is racing with anticipation as you watch your boyfriend pull his cock out. you moan at the sight.

“fuck- you look so gorgeous come here.” he pulls you closer to him as he kisses you. the kiss is desperate but gentle. you gasp as you feel his tip start to rub against your cunt.

“lix- don’t tease! n-need you so bad.” you practically cry out for him. he brings you into a gentle kiss as he pushes inside of you. he softly kisses you as he bottoms out, before he pulls out.

“you okay?” he looks at you with a soft loving look. you nod as you watch him pull his shirt over his head. he groans at how perfect breasts look in the lingerie. “you can move.” he nods before moving his hips softly.

“f-fuck lix- i might cum already.” your eyes shut tight as your boyfriend rocks his hips against yours. “yea? my pretty girl. you look f-fuck- so pretty when you cum.” his eyes are on your cunt, your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“i love you- fuck so much.” his hips speed up as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. your kiss back as you moan into it. “lix i’m gonn- mmm-“ your moan cuts you off as felix rolls his hips into you, the angle hitting deeper.

“i’m gonna cum angel- where do you want it?” he asks as he tries to stop his hips from stuttering. “i-inside lix.” you moan out as his hips speed up again. “f-fuck okay.” he puts his head against yours as he rubs your clit.

“you’re so pretty- fuck.” his hips stutter a couple times before his load is filling you. “s-shit.” his warm cum sending over the edge. the feeling overwhelming you in the best way.

“lix- o-oh fuck fuck-“ he fucks you slowly through your high as you come back to reality. “happy birthday angel.” he says before pulling you into a loving kiss.

[dakusan]

ELLO DOWN THERE!! *insert British pirates of the Carribean accent*

(just a heads up it's Collin not my full user cuz it's just really long saying my user)

I JUST HAD A KINDA WEIRD but chaotic THOUGHT (how uncommon of me)

but if you could think of any songs skz would fucc to what would they be? can definitely be more than one song (I was specifically thinking vamp skz cuz it's just funnier to me lol) but also regular skz

I mean some reason I picture the han we all know and love going at it with his playlist on shuffle and material girl plays 💀because I just see that chaos happening😭

OH COLLIN HELLOOOO DOWN THERE 🏴‍☠️

You chaotic menace, what the hell is this brainworm you’ve just unleashed upon us?? The image of Han Jisung mid-thrust while Material Girl comes on is UNHINGED and so real. He wouldn’t even stop. Just nod his head like “yeah she’s that bitch—keep going.”

Now I shall not be normal about this. We are imagining Vampire!SKZ with centuries of debauchery, bloodlust, and bad decisions—and now they're fucking to playlists they’ve either painstakingly curated or absolutely not curated at all. Let's begin.

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🩸 WHAT SONGS VAMPIRE!SKZ WOULD FUCK TO 🩸

(and why it’s either extremely feral or cursed)

BANG CHAN — “House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls” by The Weeknd

Mood: Low red lights, wine-blood mixture, silk ropes.

He’s not playing this on shuffle. This is track one.

Pulls you into his lap, bites your shoulder, mutters, “You’re mine tonight.”

Blood ritual but make it sensual.

LEE KNOW — “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails

This song IS him. Like if Lee Know had to pick a mood theme for his bite mark?

He's the type to edge you for three songs straight before even considering fucking you.

Bites your inner thigh to this exact rhythm.

CHANGBIN — “Power” by Kanye West

You didn’t think he’d be deep, but he is. This is his battle sex anthem.

Takes you against the wall, and the beat hits as hard as he does.

May also flex in the mirror mid-thrust. You’re not complaining.

HYUNJIN — “Earned It” by The Weeknd

You knew it would be sensual. You just didn’t know he’d choreograph the whole thing.

Bites you right as the violins swell. Whispers, “You wanted something beautiful, didn’t you?”

There’s roses. There’s candle wax. You probably cry.

HAN JISUNG — “Material Girl” by Madonna… unfortunately yes.

Playlist? No. He hits shuffle on his 800-song liked list and rolls with it.

One minute it’s “Godzilla” by Eminem, next it’s “Barbie Girl,” and you’re already naked.

The only one to moan to anime OPs with sincerity.

FELIX — “Telepatía” by Kali Uchis

He dreamwalks into your mind playing this exact track.

You wake up already grinding on him, disoriented.

It’s sweet. It’s dirty. He calls you "darling" with an Aussie lilt and licks your lips like honey.

SEUNGMIN — “Versace on the Floor” by Bruno Mars

This man has immaculate taste and a curated sex playlist.

Button-down shirt. Dimly lit hotel suite. Whispers of “You wore this just for me?”

Bites you gently and fucks you with slow, cruel precision.

JEONGIN — “After Dark” by Mr. Kitty

Has no idea what the song is, just found it on a TikTok edit.

But now he’s playing it every time and destroying you to it.

One time you heard “Unholy” by Sam Smith start mid-ride and he just bit your tit and kept going.

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🍑 WHAT SONGS REGULAR HUMAN SKZ WOULD FUCK TO 🍑

BANG CHAN — “Skin” by Rihanna

This man doesn’t play music. He sets a mood.

The bass? The build-up? The lyrics?? He’s grinding his hips into yours, making eye contact.

Tells you “Every inch of you’s mine” as the chorus hits.

LEE KNOW — “Pony” by Ginuwine

He doesn’t even think this is funny. He means it.

Rides the rhythm like a pro. You are not surviving this.

Smirks every time you moan on beat.

CHANGBIN — “Body Party” by Ciara

The bass hits? He’s got you pinned against the wall.

Your body IS the party. He’s the DJ and the main attraction.

Probably flexes at some point. Calls you “his reward.”

HYUNJIN — “Love to Love You Baby” by Donna Summer

You don’t fuck to this. You get devoured slowly.

Uses this to tease you until you beg.

Candles lit. Fingers trailing. You’re crying and he’s smirking.

HAN JISUNG — “Die For You” by The Weeknd

He thinks he’s doing a slow, emotional stroke. And he is. For 5 minutes.

Then the playlist switches to something cursed.

Might hit you with “yo this is my unreleased demo” mid-fuck.

FELIX — “Take You Down” by Chris Brown

Whispers “Let me take care of you” and suddenly you’ve blacked out.

Somehow the bass always aligns with his strokes.

The kind to kiss your ankle to this song and mean it.

SEUNGMIN — “All Mine” by Brent Faiyaz

You didn’t expect this but he’s that guy.

Makes eye contact. Doesn’t look away. Bites your neck at exactly the right lyric.

You say “I love you” and he says “I know.”

JEONGIN — “Talk” by Khalid ft. Disclosure

It’s cute until it isn’t. He fucks like a man who’s been studying.

This track plays and suddenly you’re the one saying “please.”

He blushes but does not stop.

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Collin, you absolute legend, thank you for this chaotic, inspired ask. Sorry it took me a bit to get to it.

Come back anytime with more cursed thoughts. I'll be ready. With garlic, holy water, or a bass-heavy playlist. 🩸🔞

[hol-ymoly]

Music that reminds me of Punch-Out!! OC's

+ Some HC's to go with them L: (Had trouble setting this one up, sorry if it looks a little odd)!

Also sorry if these aren't accurate, this was just for fun!!

Maeve ( @neapolitankuchi )

- Grow a pear by Kesha 🛼

- P.U.N.K. Girl by Heavenly 🌷

- HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan 🌱

Despite Maeve's reckless nature, I think she has a green thumb and treats flowers with extreme kindness.

Marie ( @itstobias149 )

- Better distractions by Faye Webster 💊

- Falling behind by Laufey 🩹

- Send my love (To your new lover) by Adele 🥊

Enjoys photography, especially when taking pictures of scenery like fields and such.

Luke ( @leonscottwolfkennedy )

- Oblivion by Emvi 🐺

- Clay by The Garden 🩸

- Moonstruck Curse by Cask 🦷

Listens to white noise when stressed and or when he goes to sleep.

Santiago ( @iristhepng )

- Money, Money, Money by ABBA 💸

- Money Honey by Lady Gaga 🌟

- This Charming Man by The Smiths 🩵

Probably has a piggy bank that's barely full, just a couple of coins inside. Plans to save but always spends the money.

Neptune ( @scrimshanders-sideblog )

- Never The Muse by Madilyn Mei 🐠

- Beyond the sea by Bobby Darin ⚓️

- Hey Cowgirl by Mac DeMarco 🐡

Has a fish pond and enjoys watching them swim around in their free time.

Jewelie ( @sillyfreakingstrings )

- Becky by Be Your Own Pet 🐬

- Fishy love by Griffinilla 🏄‍♀️

- Lovers Rock by TV Girl 🏝️

Likes to doodle in a sketch book, probably of alligators.. Or Trigger Happy.

Felix ( @shykittensoul )

- Pink pony club by Chappell Roan 🤍

- A Mask Of My Own Face by Lemon Demon 🍄

- Misty by Lesley Gore 🌹

I imagine he'd be interested in calligraphy and collecting albino plushies.

Jacko ( @star-bliss8 )

- Hug me by Pharrell Willams & Trey Parker 🌻

- Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles 🦋

- God Only Knows by The Beach Boys 🐝

Not sure why but he looks like the type to enjoy fishing, though he's definitely fallen into the water a couple of times.

Ángel ( @hattyhimself )

- The Jaws Of Life by Pierce The Veil 💜

- If You Like It Or Not by The Brobecks ☠️

- A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil ⭐️

Has a collection of boots, some that are HUGE and some that are short.

Ellys ( @0zingt0n )

- See You Again (featuring Kali Uchis) by Tyler The Creator ⚡️

- Rolling Stone by Falling In Reverse 🌀

- Just by Radiohead ☄️

Loves jawbreakers.. A LOT. Probably hurt their tooth a couple times on them.

+ One of my OC's :3

Bazyli

- Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter 🌨️

- Hot N Cold by Katy Perry ❄️

- Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan ✨

Likes to dance while practicing his boxing moves (he BLASTS music in his ears.

[sincerelyverena]

⟡⁺ VAYA CON DIOS

. . . OLIVER QUICK X GN!READER ‘in a world so fake, i say your name praying. you are my angel and my saint.’ @ajs-222 @michael-loves-chickens @surazim @soocore

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✦ ﹒oliver and you form an unlikely bond over his hatred for the cattons and your thirst for revenge. but when you dance with the devil, you're bound to fall. for satan himself or something far more sinister...

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✦ ﹒implied sex ﹐major character death ﹐strangling (non-sexual) (sorry yall) ﹐ drowning

inspired by the pure energy of hot, smothering justice and betrayal kali uchis vaya con dios radiates. enjoy, my lovelies! also felix is so babygirl, y'all just don't like him in this.. ;]

Oliver Quick was your saving grace.

You were more willing to admit he was your soulmate. Oliver Quick. Meek, unsocial, glasses-wearing Oliver Quick. He took you by the hand — and the heart — guiding you into Oxford's inner circle. A place for you to unravel your sabotage and a root for Oliver to plant his destruction in. A place for your ascendancy to seep through the cracks and weave between the breaks.

More specifically, Felix Catton. The college's golden boy, the beloved playboy of Oxford, and why you were so dedicated to fitting in in the first place.

Felix Catton and the entire Catton name were the root of all your problems. They took every opportunity you could've been offered in their palms, tearing it to shreds, and pummelling it into dust. Without even realising it, they had sabotaged everything you could've known.

The limelight of one of the downtown bars you all had travelled to flickers upon Felix, the neon glow outlined every discreet detail he bore proudly on his face. The captured appeal in every crook and dent, to the extent that any flaw he may have possessed is gone and buried before anyone could've noticed.

Felix Catton had the school population wrapped around the slimness of his fingers. Hell, even the once hardened aquamarine of Oliver's eyes softened ever so slightly with every passing grin of Felix's mouth. Every clasp of his back. Every manipulative lie that he’d utter with a smirk pasted on his face. Every sickly-sweet word that sweetly left his lips.

But not you. Even after four rounds of whiskey martinis, you felt like the only sober person in the room. You knew Felix and his family for what he was. 

Selfish, all-wanting, all-ruining rascals.

Your own family once had close-knit ties with the Cattons. Years before your mother was even impregnated. Your grandmother had whispered tales of summers at Saltburn as if it was a fairytale. Endless courtyards, wide, luxurious estate grounds. Wild parties. Even wilder sex. At a young age, you had grown a thirst for experiencing anything that remotely came close to the experiences bored into you time and time again. You needed to quench your cravings, but nothing came near.

Things may have been different if the Cattons sunk your parent's business. For good.

Even the most naive garnered a sense and even an adoration for gossip and rumours as soon as they'd step onto Saltburn grounds, reputation was adorned upon a gold-plated pedestal. The root of striking words and poison-tainted oaths is Lady Elspeth. A wheat-blonde-haired bitch that brought your family so much misery.

A couple of words that escaped the snake's mouth destroyed generations of work. A whole family business deteriorated into the dust, and she didn’t even bat an eye.

This series of unfortunate events resulted in your mother passing you onto your grandparents, fabulously wealthy (but not as wealthy) and luxurious in their own right. 

They raised you under their family name. Esmeray.

This granted you easy access into the prestigious inner circles of Oxford, invited by Felix Catton himself. He had noticed you a few scarce times prior, typically on Oliver’s arm, Ollie, who took it upon himself to sneak you into various VIP parties for the cause. Any remotely attractive person is enough to catch Felix's eye, and lucky for you, you were drop-dead stunning.

That's why you weren't the least surprised when he extended an invitation to stay the summer at Saltburn. The next step is avenging the Marzena family name. For good this time.

Saltburn couldn’t have ever compared to the fairytales whispered in your ear during your childhood days. Those tales did it no justice compared to how stunning and profound the estate truly is.

The molten sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, and flecks of pure gold ascended throughout the gradually darkening sky. Pure summer drifted through the air, sending a warmth of contentment to settle in the pit of your belly. But your job here wasn't done. It was far from done.

The warmth in your belly reverberated through your shoulder as a firm hand clasped upon the brink of your silhouette.

"We're going to be late for dinner, sweetheart." Oliver's slow words reached your ears, his thumb gently tracing circles into the shining glimpse of skin that wasn't enwreathed by the inky, silk fabric you wore for the Catton’s strict dress codes.

Even though Oliver's hands were glacially cold — practically comparable to ice — the molten glow of his touch rolled throughout your frame pleasingly. This causes your lips to unfurl into a not-so-concealed smile. His words could engrave themselves into your mind, and he knew it as fact. "Come along now."

You tore your eyes away from the purely otherworldly scenery available at your will. In the minute or so that Oliver managed to garner from you, the radiant golden brinks of daytime were gradually drowned out by the raven shadows of nightfall.

"I think I’m in shock." The words escaped your lips with a half-suppressed laugh that reverberated lightly from your chest. Your mind raced to piece together the proper syllables necessary to describe the unfiltered beauty of Saltburn. “This is all so…”

"...unreal?"

Oliver finished your sentence for you in a matter of seconds, as if he plucked it out of your fluttered head. His hand shifted, arm rolled over the base of both of your bare, garmentless shoulders. Draped. Practically protectively he wordlessly guided you towards the door of your temporary suite. Temporary. For now, at least.

"Mmm… something like that." You quipped in turn, deciding with promptness to sink into the mere gentleness of his touch. The work of his hands alone arrowed straight to the pump of your heart and occasionally the heat of your core. These newly established sentiments that you’ve garnered for Oliver Quick had brought you a whirlwind of devotion to successfully come to fruition.

It wasn't an unacknowledged fact between the two of you that a spark had conquered itself, gradually. Every touch. Each glance. Every word that two of you had come to share. Oliver's intensity, his willingness to take you into his hands and never release you. And your revering homage, your tendency to treat him as if he were a god. 

The Catton's were the most oblivious. Oblivious to their guest’s steadily swelling obsession. For each other and the downfall of their own, the destruction that played as a constant in their heads.

In order to play the part, you and Oliver separated from each other in front of the rest of the household to confide in both your constant alliance and devotion. You found sociability and acceptance in Farleigh and Venetia. Stingy, ego-brimming relatives to the Catton name. Oliver confided in Felix and even Elspeth, that as much as you disliked that fact. Alas, you weren't a stranger to the occasional lingering glance. The crinkle of Oliver's midwinter blue eyes, the tug of his sensually plump lips into a gradual, subtle smirk that occupied a lump in your throat. You drove him crazy the same. Or so you thought.

In the quietest hours of Saltburn, you found yourself curled up against Oliver’s silhouette. His godly arms inched around the frame of your torso, pulling you towards his strapping — and occasionally bare — chest. You often found yourself with your head buried in the crook of his neck. Inhaling the fragrances of honeydew and tangerine, the scent that virtually dripped off of Oliver’s altar of a body. A newfound pinkness tainted your cheeks.

"We live in a cruel world, don't we, darling?" Oliver proceeded to fill the silence one sleepless night with his deliberate drawls. His wide palms combed through your scalp absentmindedly. You could feel his warm breaths misting your ear every other second.

"We're living proof of that, Oliver." You gently reminded him.

"They sit on their golden thrones," Oliver raved onwards, irritation hung on every word. You didn't have to advert your eyes upward to know that his chiselled jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck flexed accordingly. "While I had to grow up with an ignorant weasel for a father and a pill-popper for a mother."

You propped yourself up on your elbow, the pillow under your head sunk under the weight as you essentially crawled towards him. Captured his lips with your own, the taste of spearmint toothpaste meddled within your tongue as he proceeded to tangle into you. The kiss alone was fiery, frantic as Oliver poured his past and present into the serene bubble the two of you had formed, together.

"That'll all be behind us soon." You reassured him with each brush of your lips.

"Very soon, my love. They'll be the ones on their knees begging for our mercy."

Those meaning-filled kisses transitioned shortly into something more, the noises of willing gasps and the frantic rustle of garments echoed throughout the suite. In the head-whirling cloudiness of lust, you weren’t to notice the boy who stands with his ear pressed against the other side of the door. Lips thinned. Eyebrows drawn together.

Felix had heard everything he needed to know.

The racketing denouncing of the door caused your head to snap toward the cause. You’ve spent your morning in solitude, with a cup of steaming tea and a handful of your thoughts. Yet the peace you’ve marinated in over the past few hours dissipated as you witnessed Oliver stand there with promptness, hand still pressed deeply against the door handle. The silence drew throughout your suite, disturbed the slow, heavy grunts that reverberated from him.

Something was wrong,

Oliver sucked in a sharp breath.

"We're leaving after the house party tonight." He announced at last.

Your teacup almost slipped from your palms. Your breath quickened, fumbling to set the object aside before you made a start towards Oliver. And the man — who seemed more like a boy at the moment — inclined his toned arms around the sleight of your waist, clutching for dear life. He held you close. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. You felt each puff of breath escape and fill him, emptying him and deeming him whole. Your arms secured around his shoulders, triceps tucked behind his neck.

"24 hours is more than enough." You deemed.

"You think?"

"I believe."

As you spoke, you felt the muscles that once rippled rigidly against your hands loosen the slightest. Your digits traced absentminded patterns into the hem of his shirt.

“You’re tense.” You pointed out, falling back momentarily in the process. Your eyebrows drew together as you took in the strained look blatantly playing on his face. With the amount of stress filling his ocean-remanent eyes, he had looked to have aged a decade.

Oliver's hands braced towards your jaw, long digits framing your face as he leant in. He peppered a feather-weight kiss to the top of your head. You couldn't have missed his shaky inhales grazing the cuff of your ear as he inched forward.

“I have a plan.”

That's how you and Oliver found yourselves occupying the brink of your unmade bed, the cup of half-drunken tea still allocated in your hands and a look of fierce determination glowering in his unwavering gaze.

Wordlessly, Oliver lapsed a singular, broad hand in the vicinity of his dark dress pants, fingers gliding beneath the denim material. Your breath is lodged in the centre of your throat at the very sight. Your thoughts began to drift, internally perplexing if his grand plan was to fuck his griefs out on you. That was until he retrieved a ziplock bag from his briefs, cocaine weighing the plastic down.

"Oliver Quick. You are a fucking genius." You whistled at the glimpse of the thin, pale powder. Oliver's intentions were as clear as day and the motions for revenge were just as evident.

The pressure and strain that pulsated behind Oliver’s eyes softened with every syllable that escaped your lips. His gaze never left yours, deliciously prominent. A somewhat startled squeal echoed throughout the bedroom suite as Oliver hauled you up using the agency of your hips. Your legs sprawl on both flanks of his thighs as he reposed you across the sleight of his lap.

"C'mere 'n say it to my face then, princess."

The house party that arose thereafter that evening was open to all extravagant guests who were deemed worthy enough to be invited personally by the Cattons. You were bursting at the seams with scorching adrenaline at the thought of all of these unsuspecting capitalists, oblivious of what was about to transpire.

You and Oliver remained on contrasting sides of the estate, a fact that brought a sense of yearning. And you yearned for nothing more than to blow the night with the man you deemed to be your beloved. Alas, the two of you weren't established. And you both had a murder to fulfil.

One day.

"Shh..."

Oliver's voice was hushed, his whispers interlinked with a domineering raspiness as the two of you venture away from the club scene of heroin, alcohol and the prominent hue of arousal and cigarette smoke. You spied Felix, his celestial silhouette still visible from a fair distance away. He's accompanied by one of the well-heeled invitees, one of his idolizers who had spent the majority of the night garnering his undivided attention.

You crushed your drug stick underneath the heel of your footwear as you proceeded to wander behind the individuals ahead. They advanced towards the vast bridge that adorned one of the numerous rivers the estate occupied. Which acted as a hook-up spot for most, obvious by the number of condoms and cigarettes scattered upon the planks.

You gave a wordless prayer for the estate maids for their grounds inspection at dawn. But you knew God couldn't help neither you nor Oliver now for what you were about to accomplish.

It was childishly easy. Snag one of the champagne bottles from the downstairs kitchens and instil half of the ziplock bag's contents into the beige substance. Shook it until it was dissolved. Oliver seized it by his side.

By the time the couple approached the bridge, Felix already propped his midnight flings up on the fencing, palms grappling behind their thighs to keep them fixed in place. Their calves squeezed around the roundness of his hips, digits fumbled urgently to undo the leather clasps of his belt.

Within a minute or two, a strangled moan rang throughout the otherwise hushed air as Felix buried his head into the crook of their neck.

Anticipation pounded through you with each step you made. The heart of the Cattons. Soon to be executed under the guise of revenge. And what a bloody revenge it would be. Oliver's vacant hand intertwined with your own for a beat of a second, a rapid squeeze capable of sending any possible doubt into destruction. Replaced by a flutter of warmth that uncoiled in your chest.

Felix had taken notice of you both hastily, balls deep in his oblivious affair – who was spluttering and whimpering around his shoulder. The chorus of smacking flesh subsided, the strike of Felix’s hips diminishing as the man stared at his former friends with a bewildered expression.

"The hell are you doing here?" Felix demanded, grunting a half-hearted apology to his now flustered entanglement as his palms clung to their waist, pulling out with a fluent jerk of his hips. He was in every respect flaccid now, no doubt.

Oliver wasn’t phased in the slightest. "We need to talk, Felix."

“What the hell?”

The individual who once occupied the bridge had already recomposed themselves, looking daggers up at the colossal man that towered over them. Felix scarcely spared them a glance. They seethe at his lack of response, before steamrolling past you to rejoin the commotion back at the estate.

Rendering them alone.

"There's nothing to talk about," Felix contended. He broke his gaze as he heeled momentarily to adjust himself. Sloppily. There’s a shakiness in his hands.

In your eyes, he's the remnant of a fallen angel. Shadowed eyebags dominated the space beneath Felix’s whisky-glittering eyes, his wolfish-like face wiltering, hollow cheeks thinned out excessively to be presumed normal. You acknowledged it was a fact that everyone else's value of him wouldn't budge. Not even a dent. Not even in the grave.

Oliver thrust the sabotaged bottle against Felix's Herculean chest with a forceful arm, prompting him to grab hold. Your pulse rang in between your ears. You wished you could’ve engraved this moment in time into your mind.

"You're right." You reasoned. Your words seemed foreign to your ears as if it were someone else that was speaking. You could only pray that the ecstatic nervousness that jolted throughout you wasn't manifesting outwardly.

Oliver’s fingers laced within your own. The sweat that prickled along the curve of his palm signalled to you wordlessly that he was experiencing the same, intense elation that grappled at your abdomen and twisted. "We'll see you back at Oxford, yeah?"

Felix scrutinizes the somewhat empty champagne bottle in his palms (courtesy of you pouring it out an hour prior). His words falter and for a moment you begin to ponder if his perception of you two was corrupted for good. Nevertheless, Felix fixated immensely towards your linked hands.

"Yeah. I'll see you back at Oxford."

As you and Oliver diverged from Felix, you could hear the droughty gulps of the spiked substance. It was apparent to you that you'd never see Felix again after this moment. The reassurance of that fact, set in stone, brought about a flutter of relief to overtake the apprehension you once esteemed.

A slow, deliberate smile crept onto your lips.

As predicted, the entire Catton household fell apart after Felix was found. He collapsed on the wooden tiling of the bridge, sprawled out with a mouthful of his puke pooled around his ever-paling silhouette.

It was obvious he suspected. He trusted them anyway and attempted to save himself in the process.

Even though you both were invited to the funeral a couple of days after the fact, the rock-tossing (an off-putting tradition in the Catton family) was regarded as family only.

You sat, only an hour later, bare feet dangling off of the edge of the bridge as Oliver attempted to retrieve each rock from the drafts of the flowing river current.

"Don't fall in and drown, Ollie!" You exclaimed, playfulness irking your tone as you grinned down at him. The sight of Oliver, ass-up, in an attempt to grasp the smooth, memorial rock was a sight to witness indeed.

Oliver turned his head and snapped out of his focused determination to flash you a similar smirk. "I'd have to be bound and gagged for that to happen, sweetheart."

His words caused a particular imagery to pollute your thoughts.

Alas, your plans towards the Catton family and their demise were practically writing themselves. Venetia was becoming heavily depressed by the absence of Felix and Farleigh (whom Oliver framed and resulted in him having to exit Saltburn for good).

With a few metal blades smuggled into a porcelain bath and a few encouraging words from Ollie, the woman was found bathing in her crimson remains. Funeral. Rock-tossing. Rock-retrieving.

"Be careful the rock doesn't weigh you down, Ollie!"

You continued to tease him as he soon approached you. Oliver's typically straight, combed-over locks of caramel were drenched. The waterdrops highlighted the olive of his skin, and you wished desperately to kiss all the droplets away.

Oliver took hold of your waist, pulling you in. A droplet of water splashed against the end of your nose, causing a stray laugh to rise out of you.

"If I'm goin' down, you're goin' down with me."

Oliver lowered his head, his water-dripping, plump lips placed a long kiss on the end of your nose. The sudden shake of his wet strands caused water to spray all across your face.

You groaned in protest. You kissed him back anyway.

Laughing felt foreign to you. Especially when you were smuggling a dissolvable pill or two in the alcohol-infested substance of both Sir James and Lady Elspeth's glasses. It lies atop the tables decorating either side of the king-sized bed. They were preoccupied with the purposeful ruckus Oliver was causing downstairs and lurched up from their sleeping quarters to investigate.

Like all the victims before them, it was elementary. James and Elspeth evolved into a habit of indulging in a few (or five) drinks before bed. The tendency to stress drink evergrowing with the funerals and departures that lined up before them. Before their own.

Oliver slid the build of his toned arms around you, sensing his biceps straining straight into your waist. You watched as the drugged solution dissolved into nothingness while he watched you. A singular reached upwards towards your mouth which was pulled back into a grin. He bore a cool palm over your lips.

"If you keep laughin' like that, you're gonna give us away." His voice rumbled into the curve of your ear. The assertive husk of Oliver’s tone was enough to cause you to fall silent, only the ghost of a smile flickering upon your lips.

Elspeth dreaded the idea of the lovers ever considering their departure from Saltburn. James desired the absence even more. You both decided to make it easier for them.

A choked cry echoed out, barely five minutes later.

Oliver towered over the end of the bed. He never wanted it to transpire this way, but Elspeth refused to bloody die off. Your lover's fists decorated the weak column of her throat like a collar, harsh palms proceeding to crush down against skin and bone without a sleight of hesitance.

"Sweetheart, look away." He evoked.

You couldn't.

Elspeth gawked up at Oliver with wrinkled eyes. Once brimming with adoration. Now dull with despair, her calloused hands went as far as to claw against the relentlessness of his hands. Elspeth's air supply grows limited, a strangled outburst that escapes her at this realisation.

It didn't take long for her to stop fighting, and collapse against the paled corpse of her husband. You peppered lightweight kisses along the gaping nail marks dressing the skin atop Oliver’s hands. Oliver's blood was left smeared across the frame of your lips. Like he was your sacrifice. Like you were a god.

He looked at you like such.

Disposing of the bodies was even simpler. As you laboured to wipe the bedsheets clean of any possible evidence, Oliver tossed the carcasses into the wide, sprawling woods a mile or two away from the estate. The wild animals are bound to eat away at the rot infecting the pale, cold meat.

From scum, you came. Now scum you become.

The Catton Family Players music box is anchored to a table, presented in the middle of the foyer. Four smooth rocks perched on top. Even though there wasn't a funeral explicitly necessary in this case, it grew to be a game. You and Oliver took turns tossing the engraved rock into the rivers before plunging after them.

In no time at all, whatever garments you possessed were cast aside. You were shoulders-down submerged in the pummelling waters, each movement rippling the moana-blue waves.

Oliver bore his arms around you, encompassing your waist to keep you afloat so you would be able to soak in the scenery ahead of you. Submerged in the serenity of nature. With only the limelight of the sun sinking below the horizon to keep you two company.

You trusted him not to drop you. Of course, you trusted him.

Why wouldn't you trust him when he gave you everything you had ever wanted? His lips pressed warmly against the curve of your forehead. You were both skin to skin, but it didn't feel enough to you. He could’ve been inside you (in whatever way that struck the imagination). And it’d never be enough.

"What's happenin' in your pretty little mind, sugar?" Oliver hummed, his articulation was in the form of a mere whisper. Yet, the rumble of his words solicited you with so much warmth you had to take a second to respond.

"You." His eyebrows raised at the simplicity of your words. "How lucky we are."

The familiar warmth of that chuckle you love so much leaves his chest in a glowing reverberation. "We are a lucky pair, aren't we, darlin'?"

You would've never guessed for revenge and lust to be written on the same page. But through vengeance, and the motions of murder, you had gained your other half.

You had never felt happier. Never felt more whole.

And you loved him. You loved him so immensely. Nobody could have ever doubted that fact in the first place.

That's why you were the most bewildered when you stirred from rest, aroused into waking. You had foreseen residing in Oliver's arms, in the master suite the two of you now occupied. You were in Oliver's arms, yes. But not in the way you hoped for.

That's exactly how you got to this point in time.

You strain and challenge the thick ropes constricting the frame of your ankles and wrists, alerting Oliver to your consciousness. You incline your head over the brink of your bare shoulder, catching a glimpse of nothing but fields surrounding the two of you.

A river draws closer and closer in the distance.

You attempt to will yourself to speak, but your lips are harshly taped shut. Oliver doesn't need to receive your words of interrogation anyway, as he proceeds to speak.

"You were always a feisty one." He comments loosely, voice casual as if you weren't bound and gagged in between his defined biceps. His bare feet hit against the ground beneath him, muffled by the field's natural grass dressing,

"What a shame it had to be this way."

As the river grows nearer and nearer in your line of view, you spy something bland and metal perched on the rocks beside the streaming current. It's rougher today. A contrast in comparison to the passive waves you and Oliver bathed in the few days prior.

Your eyes rounden in realisation.

Fully aware of the restraints diminishing your speech, you attempt to grill the man above you on why the hell he possesses a weight. No properly audible sound manages to slip out.

A dry snigger escapes Oliver. "It would've been too obvious, my dear. I mean, we're the last ones standing." He falters in step, the waves of the river's current join the throbbing of your heart, roaring between your ears. Oliver inclines downwards, fingertips as gentle and purposeful as ever as they tease the edge of the tape. "What a tragedy it'd be for my lover to be taken away from me as well."

Tears prickle at the edge of your eyes.

The tape rips away from your lips, strangling a cry from deep within your throat at the throbbing pain that overbears you. Oliver tosses the tape aside without a second thought, the pad of his thumb rubbing easing circles into the somewhat swollen attributes of your mouth. "Shh..." 

"Oliver, this isn't fucking funny."

"I know it isn't, sweetheart."

The man you thought you loved lowers his head and meets a feathery kiss against your lips. Once. Twice. Thrice. He leans upwards, and an indescribable emotion flutters in the whirling aquamarine of his eyes. "But it has to be done."

Oliver's broadened palm takes hold of your mouth harshly, sinking his slender digits into the flush of your cheeks. A sharp distinction to the flutter of his lips seconds prior. You howl your protests into his fingers, writhing in his overpowering arms as he works to lock the weight onto the rope decorating your ankle. Your howls turn into sobs that wrack your chest with each breath, the colour promptly draining from your face. Oliver stands right at the edge of the rocks lining the river, decorating the roaring waters below.

Molten tears ride down your cheeks. Your voice rasps. "Ollie?"

"Yes, princess?" He still garners the ability to serenade you with the sweet tinges of his words, as if you weren't on the way to your inevitable death.

"Venetia was right about you. You're fucking sick in the head."

There isn’t a trace of aggravation that crosses Oliver’s face. His unruly eyebrows raise for a moment, overcome by amusement as he scrutinizes you darkly.

"Now, now. Let's not forget who was by my side the entire time."

He's right. You know he's right. You glare up at him with a twisted combination of loathing and horror at the enlightenment. You took down every one of the Cattons by his side. He took you under his wing and assisted you in getting your way against the people you've despised for the majority of your life. This was your way of repaying him.

"I'll see you in hell, bastard."

These are the very last words you manage to seethe before your bound silhouette is freed from Oliver's bone-chilling palms. Before your entire physique sinks into the freezing waters, swallowing your entire body whole as the weight anchoring your leg propels you further downwards.

Your last breaths escape you in a gust of bubbles, rising desperately to the top as you reach the bottom of the makeshift hell you were tossed into.

The last thing you see is a rock with your name on it.

—Pues mírame a los ojos, dime si ves el vacío que deja amor perdido— "LOOK ME IN THE EYES, TELL ME IF YOU SEE THE VOID THAT LOST LOVE LEFT BEHIND"

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Banyak hal yang ingin kita skip dari kehidupan, hal-hal yang tak pernah kita inginkan, hal-hal yang selalu kita takutkan, maka dari itu, kita selalu berdoa kepada allah agar dijauhkan dari perkara tersebut.

Salah satunya adalah perceraian. Perceraian kerap kali terjadi entah karena adanya pihak ketiga, perselisihan yang terus menerus, atau bahkan faktor ekonomi. Begitu menakutkan sekali fenomena ini, maka dari itu betapa pentingnya mempersiapkan diri sebelum menempuh peran yang baru, baik itu pada laki-laki ataupun perempuan.

Salah satu hal yang harus dipersiapkan adalah ILMU.

Ilmu adalah alat yang akan mengunci agar semua faktor pemicu tersebut nggak pada keluar di kehidupan kita. Dengan ilmu, berbagai hal akan tersaring, kita pun tau bagaimana cara menghadapi perseteruan yang datang, dan kita akan tetap memiliki tujuan kehidupan yg kekal sehingga tidak ada celah untuk merusak sesuatu yang telah kita bangun sebelumnya.

Berbicara tentang perceraian, perceraian adalah salah satu hal yang allah tak suka. Dan nggak ada seorang pun yg mengharapkan hal itu, namun... tetap saja, kita harus mengetahui ilmu tentang hal tersebut. Agar apa? Agarr ya..itu tadi, kita terjauhkan dari hal hal yag mendekati perceraian.

Aku baru tahu, kalo talaq itu ada urutan dan aturan yang di dalamnya pun allah masih memberikan kesempatan agar dua insan terus bersatu, dalam talaq satu aja, allah kasih kesempatan masa iddah yang cukup lama agar dua insan bisa tetap bersatu menemukan titik terang untuk melanjutkan pernikahannya,begitupun pada talaq dua. Hingga sampai pada talaq tiga barulah allah berii aturan yang lebih berat lagi. Dan lagii, allah memberikan himbauan kepada kaum laki-laki agar hati hati dalam berucap kepada istrinya.

Untuk full pembahasannya, mentemen bisa kunjungi channel youtube ustadz felix siauw yaa :)

Semoga, allah selalu melindungi dan membantu kita untuk tetap taat beribadah kepadaNya, mendapatkan pasangan hidup yang bertemu karena tujuan yang sama, berakhir pun bersama pada tujuan yang sama.

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Smash or Pass - Cait, Gael, Andi, Jasper, Nico (give me drama zād!)

"Ah! What a fun little game! Let's see."

"Caitlin Siltshore - Siltshore, now it's tempting. However, I have my own little dove that comes from the Siltshore line. What would I do with another? Pass."

"Gael Fiori - Very handsome. He's picked up in his role as leader of Reardon (and Kali's pet) rather naturally. Does that mean I would bed him? Hm." Mehrzād thinks it over. "He's something of a dreamboat. A lover I'd rather take overlooking the countryside of Tuscany. I certainly would, if he was still human and I could pretend I was drinking the finest Italian wine out of his gorgeous plump veins." Mehrzād sighs. "Alas, he is not human, but unfortunately a vampire. If only I had found my way to Port Leiry sooner." He shakes his head. "Pass."

"Andromache Waneoft - Mouthful of a name, but perhaps, she can afford it." Mehrzād smiles. "She's beautiful. Effortlessly elegant in a way only fortune can buy. I think I'd like to fuck her hard, then drain her completely, just to see if her death suits her as much as life does." They laugh. "Smash.""

"Jasper Felix - What a ray of sunshine. I suppose I could do something with this one. Buy a leather collar. Invest in a good leash. I suppose it would sort of fun to walk him around like the dog he is." They smile. "Smash."

"Nicolás Serrano - Ugh!" Mehrzād physically recoils like they're trying to push down a gag. "Absolutely not!" Mehrzād shakes their head. "Never in my life would you see me bedded with a hunter. PASS."

[omgkalyppso]

Hello. (◡‿◡)ﾉ✿

You can call me Fate, Kal, Kaly, or Kalyppso.

I generally tag series for my own peace of mind, and characters upon request for people's blacklists. Sometimes I tag characters for comfort reasons.

You are always welcome to ask me to tag characters, concepts and things for your comfort.

I also make things. I have a general #i made this tag, and otherwise use the very common #my art and #my writing tags.

Here's my a/o3. If there's an E rated fic you're interested in reading but you're sex repulsed or w/e, I often have an "ace-friendly" version available upon request; some are just Here.

Some of my oc's which are currently occupying my brain include:

Baldur's Gate 3:

• Étoile (they/he) is my nonbinary high elf Paladin of Auril. Starts as Neutral Good Oath of Devotion Paladin and ends the bg3 adventure as a Neutral Evil Oathbreaker. #oc tag: étoile

• Borgakh (she/her) is a queer half-orc Hunter Ranger who has been an oc for (holy shit) something like nineteen years. She's seen a few different settings, and is often Lawful Good. #borgakh

• Meabh (they/she) is my nonbinary dark urge half-wood elf Assassin Rogue. They're new here. Chaotic Evil. #oc tag: meabh

Fire Emblem:

• Faedolyn (they/them) is my nonbinary fe3h My Unit / Byleth oc, occasionally explored as a student in the Golden Deer House. #faedolyn

• Zoran, sometimes Zora, (he/she) is Faedolyn's genderfluid brother, a student of the Ashen Wolves House. #oc tag: zora(n)

• Avery (he/they) is my nonbinary few3h My Unit / Shez oc. Pulled into Faedolyn's polyamorous relationships. #oc tag: avery

• Almanzor (he/him) is a cousin to Dimitri from fe3h, one of the Blaiddyd Bastards that friends and I concocted as children to Rufus Cassius Blaiddyd before the introduction of Rufus Thierry Blaiddyd. #oc tag: almanzor

• Eugénie (she/her) is my wife to Rodrigue, mother at least to Glenn and sometimes also Felix depending on the au. #oc tag: eugénie

Skyrim:

• Meldiara (she/her) is my Chaotic Neutral dunmer Rogue / Thief type Dragonborn. #oc tag: meldiara

My OC Masterlist

(ง •̀‿•́)ง Thank you for reading!

[porschesbabydaddy]

Callout post for Kali @sparklyeyedhimbo

- Called my beloved angel Felix a twink (he’s MASC he’s a BEAR)

- Heart full of hate and malice

[lazorcrab]

Finally Friday | New Yearz Mix 2025 (Part 2/5)

Part two of the five part Finally Friday New Yearz Mix 2025 keeps the party going!

Listen to part one: https://www.tumblr.com/lazorcrab/771253191276953600/finally-friday-new-yearz-mix-2025-part-25

Jump ahead to part three: https://www.tumblr.com/lazorcrab/771333687908368384/finally-friday-new-yearz-mix-2025-part-35

Watch the visualizer for this and all my past and future mixes on YouTube or listen on SoundCloud, and be sure to subscribe or follow to join the Finally Friday Gang!

Tracklist: 1. Taylor Swift - Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) (BLOND:ISH Remix) 2. ANOTR & Erik Bandt - How You Feel (feat. Leven Kali) 3. Nelly Furtado, Tove Lo, & SG Lewis - Love Bites (Don Diablo Remix) 4. Bad Bunny - Monaco (WILL K Remix) 5. Eric Prydz & Empire Of The Sun - We Are Mirage 6. Armin van Buuren & Moby - Extreme Ways 7. Curtis Mayfield - Move On Up (DJOKO Edit) 8. Busta Rhymes - Touch It (Kwal Remix) 9. ROYAL INTENTION - EASY RIDER 10. Black Eyed Peas vs. Jack Wins & SQWAD - Rock That Body (Even Steve 'Us' Bootleg) 11. The Chemical Brothers - No Reason (Chris Lake Remix) 12. Jamie xx - KILL DEM 13. David Guetta & Alesso - Never Going Home Tonight (feat. Madison Love) 14. Nicky Romero & Émilie Rachel - Holy 15. HUGEL, Topic, & Arash - I Adore You (feat. Deacolm) (Argy & Mor Avrahami Remix) 16. J Balvin & Skrillex - In Da Getto (Chris Lorenzo Remix) 17. Adam Port & Stryv - Move (feat. Malachiii) (SSORBEATS Remix) 18. Cloonee & Greg (BR) - Still My Baby 19. GORDO - Kill For This Shit (feat. Young Dolph) 20. Kaleena Zanders & Shift K3Y - V I B R A T I O N 21. Swedish House Mafia & Alicia Keys - Finally (Steerner Remix) 22. Ginuwine - Pony (Drew Dapps Edit) 23. Brandy - Angel In Disguise (Wave City Bay Remix) 24. Stace Cadet - Body Overload 25. nimino - I Only Smoke When I Drink 26. John Summit & HAYLA - Shiver 27. Eminem - Houdini (Dunisco Remix) 28. The Weeknd & Playboi Carti - Timeless (KREAM Remix) 29. El Alfa, CJ, & Chael Produciendo - La Mama de la Mamá (feat. El Cherry Scom) (GORDO x REDTAPE Remix) 30. Tinlicker & Felix Raphael - Where Did I Go 31. RÜFÜS DU SOL - Music is Better (Club Edit) 32. HUGEL, Topic, & Arash - I Adore You (feat. J Balvin, Ellie Goulding, & Deacolm) 33. Kaskade vs. &ME & Black Coffee - Angel On My Rapture III (Kaskade Mashup) 34. The Weeknd - Dancing in the Flames (Deezy W Extended Version) 35. Fred Again.. & Joy Anonymous - peace u need 36. Maroon 5 vs. REMIND - One More Night vs. Look Around You (ACNØR Edit) 37. Tiësto & Soaky Siren - Tantalizing 38. Rivo & Armin van Buuren - In And Out Of Love (feat. Sharon Den Adel)

[jjsbaby]

ALL ABOUT ME!

✧ eighteen (she/her)

✧ cancer ☼ taurus ☾ libra ↑

✧ typical bimbo loser gf. music fiend. kind of a bitch but in a nice way. mixed (black and white). ENFP. naturally flirty. has over 50 different playlists. natural reader. adores scary movies.

fav artists!

djo. kendrick lamar. pop smoke. the neighborhood. the weeknd. childish gambino. kali uchis. hozier. olivia rodrigo. flo milli. SZA. frank ocean. sombr. victoria monet. phoebe bridgers. deftones. boygenius. sabrina carpenter. charli xcx.

fav movies/shows.

outer banks, midsommar, yellowjackets, suicide squad, the craft, all barbie movies tbh, scott pilgrim vs. the world, the perks of being a wallflower, the virgin suicides, jennifer’s body, ready or not, dope, kick-ass, twilight, the french dispatch, hereditary

always obsessing over…

jj maybank, rafe cameron, stiles stilinski, issac lahey, conrad fisher, theodore nott, lip gallagher, fred weasley, finnick odair, rick grimes, ellie williams, spencer reid, aaron taylor johnson, edward cullen, steve harrington, robin buckley, kristen stewart, anthony bridgerton, wayne mccullough, felix catton

[lasatfat]

hello and welcome to DADWC!! I am making heart eyes at your city elf mage, so how about Eireann Surana + A letter with a broken seal; the wax is stamped with a familiar symbol

happy writing!

-inquisimer

dragon age artefacts | @dadrunkwriting

Fun fact: this is the first DADWC prompt I ever got! It kind of ballooned a little bit. I hope you enjoy it.

Don't Look Back Into the Sun

In the newer quarter of Redcliffe, there’s a statue to commemorate the end of the Fifth Blight; a great griffon crouched upon a slab of black stone, held aloft by the twisted forms of scores of darkspawn half-crushed underneath. A bronze plaque is set into the stone, bearing the inscription, ‘the Hero of Ferelden.’

It’s flattering, Eireann supposes. It’s very…grim. More importantly, however, it’s a good landmark to schedule a meeting. She has new orders from the First Warden; there’s a scroll of paper in her hand, sealed with the image of a griffon she had split apart when she opened it.

She’d come back east because of the rumours of another ancient darkspawn, and the promise of new answers. Now, Corypheus is dead, and she learned nothing from him. A disappointment, but a journey she is endlessly glad she made. She’d reunited with Cullen, she’d met Kali, she’d seen Morrigan and Kieran again unexpectedly. She even has some new leads: Merrill Sabrae really had taken the Blight from a mirror, and Dorian’s medicines had extended the life of his friend Felix by years. New promises, new possibilities…and new potential for that same crushing disappointment. She’s so tired of it all, but she doesn’t have the luxury of stopping. Not if she wants to live past fifty.

“Warden Surana?”

Eireann turns. A certain bird is coming home to roost.

She had recruited Thom Rainier and kept him from a hangman’s noose: partly because the real Warden Blackwall thought him worthy – and he is, the perfect example of what a Grey Warden should be – but mostly for the sake of his family. His lover, Sigyn, and her daughter, Camile, are with him now. Looking at them now, it’s amazing to see how they’ve all changed. Thom’s head and face were shaved bare by his jailors, but he’s grown back a thick covering of salt-and-pepper hair. The way he carries himself is lighter, as if the mask of Warden Blackwall was a physical weight, now lifted. Sigyn is calmer, braver, more at peace. She bears the scars of her past with more confidence. Little Camile has changed the most, naturally. She was five when Eireann met her: painfully shy, at first, but curious in the way all young children are, and highly insightful. She too has grown in confidence, but she has grown physically, as well. She just turned seven last week.

She can’t truly understand what may lie ahead for the man she considers a father.

“Hello,” Eireann greets them, cordially. She bends slightly at the waist to address the child. “How are you, Camile?”

Not long ago, she would have hidden behind her mother’s leg instead of answering. Today, she smiles, politely, and says, “I’m okay. Thank you.”

“You asked to meet here,” Thom says.

She smiles. “I did. Thank you for coming.” None of them have good memories of this place.

“May I ask why?” he responds. The look on his face tells her that he already knows.

“I have new orders from the First Warden,” she replies, anyway. The scroll is supposed to be for her eyes only, but she hands it to him. “They want Alistair and I to escort you to Vigil’s Keep, for the Joining ritual.”

It’s strange. In the eleven years she has been a Warden, she has done surprisingly little recruiting. The people she’d taken from prisons were either shocked or relieved; to those already sick with the Blight, she may as well have been Andraste herself. This stoic, quiet despair is new.

“It’s alright,” Sigyn says, as much to herself as to the others. “We knew we’d have to go, at some point. We can collect our things…”

“This…this says you won’t be housed at the keep.” Thom manages to maintain composure as he says it, though Eireann doesn’t know quite how.

Sigyn lifts her head to glare. She is often quick to anger, though slow to act on it, if only because the threat of her rage is often enough to diffuse a situation. Somehow, even at her most nervous, she carried an exigent air of power.

“You said we’d be able to stay together,” she says.

“I thought you would be,” Eireann admits. “We were.”

That had been a bitter realisation. Farah had been allowed to stay with her parents. Their family was an exception, and now, she has to ask herself why. The innocent answer is that Farah had nowhere else to go, but she has a sneaking suspicion that, as the child of two Wardens, she was something for them to investigate.

She shakes herself. She didn’t come here today to stew over how the Wardens treat her. She came here to be a better kind of Warden.

“Walk with me.”

Eireann leads the three up the hill, towards the village gate. Autumn is fast approaching, heralded by the browning leaves and the slight chill that comes on the breeze. The late afternoon sunlight bathes the houses below in gold, and glimmers off the waters of Lake Calenhad, bright enough to leave bruise-coloured stains on her vision. If she hadn’t lived through the Fifth Blight, she would believe it had never touched the Hinterlands. There are places in the Anderfels where the dead still don’t rot, and yet here, the grass grows and the flowers bloom and the trees sprout fresh leaves every spring. They really had saved so much of this place.

By the time they reach the gate, the full weight of what is about to happen has fallen on Camile’s tiny shoulders. She clings to her mother’s leg, seeking reassurance that neither of her parents can honestly provide. Eireann could, and will, but not here. She needed witnesses, and she needs to be out of their earshot for the next part of the plan to work. If she’s ever asked, she can say she at least tried to do this properly. About fifty feet on, the path splits off towards Witchwood, and it’s at this junction that she stops to face her entourage.

“What are you doing?” Sigyn asks, incensed.

“Well, the way I see it, Thom can do one of two things,” she replies, casually. She meets his bewildered eyes. “You can come with me to Vigil’s Keep, do the Joining, and maybe get seconded to Skyhold, if I can pull the right strings. And that’s not a small ‘if.’”

“Or?”

“Or, you can hit me.”

He blinks. “What?”

“You can hit me, and then escape,” she repeats. “For goodness’ sake, make it look good.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Thom blurts. His entire face has turned the colour of raw rhubarb. “You’re the Hero of Ferelden. I can’t hit you!”

“I can,” says Sigyn, and her fist collides with Eireann’s mouth.

Her lip splits open on her teeth. The pain is sharp and stinging, and it blinds her for a moment. She doesn’t even realise she’s fallen until the other side of her face strikes the cobblestone, cheekbone first. “Fuck!” she yells, more out of surprise than anything else.

Camile screams, she thinks, and Thom definitely swears. “Sigyn! What did you do?”

Eireann wants to tell him not to worry – it was part of the plan, after all, she was just expecting more warning – but her mouth is full of blood and her lip is starting to swell. She waves her arm frantically. Go, idiot!

“Come on! The guards are coming!” Eireann manages to look up in time to see Sigyn grab Camile’s hand and run off towards Witchwood. Thom hesitates for a moment longer, torn between following his family and tending to Eireann’s face, which is no doubt turning some rather fetching shades of black and purple. She points, and he finally makes a run for it. He catches up to his girls, and scoops Camile up in his arms so she won’t lag behind.

“Miss!” The guards have reached her, it seems. One of them follows the escapees, and the other, a young man with a faceful of acne, is examining her busted lip. Maker, they’re letting baby children guard their towns now. “Are you alright?” he asks.

Eireann manages to half-smile without it hurting too much. “Very good, all things considered.”

“But your face…?”

“Even the face.”

~~

So, Thom Rainier goes on the run again. The Fereldan Wardens search for him, of course, though if Warden-Commander Eireann Surana doesn’t want them to find him, it’s unlikely that they will. At least, not officially. And if Eireann receives the occasional letter, or a series of gradually improving drawings, or dried flowers from the Hinterlands…well, that’s one secret she is more than happy to keep.

[matapelangi]

NGAJI JOMBLO 01 : Biar Nggak Nyesel Setelah Menikah

Setelah merawat momen galau yang agak lama ini, akhirnya memantapkan hati untuk melihat YouTube ustadz Felix. Ya meskipun sudah beberapa kali ikut kelas pra nikah, tapi melihat teman-teman dengan testimoni play list ini jadi penasaran. Selamat membaca yaw

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“Ada seorang laki-laki di suruh mencari kayu terbaik di hutan dengan 2 pilihannya, hanya maju dan tidak boleh mundur ke belakang. Ketika mendapat kayu yang baik, ia terus mencari dan berfikir di depan akan lebih baik lagi. Begitu pun seterusnya, sampai pada akhirnya ia keluar hutan dan tidak mendapat kayu satu pun. Ia pun bingung lalu menyesal karena tidak bisa kembali”

Begitulah ibarat seseorang yang menikah tanpa tahu tujuannya apa. Seseorang yang tidak memiliki standar atau karakteristik pasangan akan kesulitan mencari. Ia pun kebingungan sendiri sebenarnya, jika ada orang yang cantik, maka apabila ada yang lebih cantik lagi yang lama akan di tinggalkannya.

Bagaimana agar tidak panjang angan-angan dan menyesal? Pastikan ada dasarnya Kenapa kita mau menikah dan kenapa ke jenjang pernikahan. (Untuk apa ada setelah menikah)

Contoh : ketika menikah karena ingin dakwah, maka jelas yang dicari perempuan yang mau menemani dan mendukung dakwah. Ketika sudah mendapat yang sudah di cari, otomatis dia tidak mencari lainnya. Maka cantik itu sebagai bonus, sehingga ia memiliki parameter atau cita-cita yang jelas. Jika manusia hanya mencari ibarat laki-laki pencari kayu tadi, pastikan yang ada hanyalah penyesalan.

Kalau misal, “aku cuman mau sama itu nggak mau sama yang lain” berarti itu bukan pertimbangan syariat tapi pertimbangan nafsu. Kapan kita menolak seseorang? Kapan kita menerima seseorang? Ya ketika parameter itu sudah terpenuhi, misal kalau parameternya dakwah dan ada seseorang yang siap dakwah di jalan Allah langsung aja terima. Nggak perlu harus ideal, nggak semua yang di inginkan harus nyata, nggak semua keinginan harus terealisasikan. Tapi yang kudu terealisasi adalah apa yang ada di jalan Allah menjadi sebuah ibadah.

Kesimpulannya adalah pernikahan itu untuk apa? Tujuannya apa? Setelah menikah mau kemana? Parameternya apa? Pasti nanti tidak ada kebingungan dan ada pertanyaan yang tidak penting misal “pengen menikah dengan orang nonis apa bisa?” Jawabannya tinggal tujuannya mau apa “ingin menikah dengan orang seksi” ya tujuannya karena apa?

Mungkin kita orang agamis atau orang dakwah, tapi bisa jadi keputusan2 datangnya dari hawa nafsu kita. “Harus dia” adalah pandangan yang tidak baik dan bisa membuat depresi karena menikah bukan karena Allah.

Kayu terbaik adalah kayu yang kita perlukan

[sasahahoo]

Salahuddin Al-Ayyubi

MashaAllah isinya semua ilmu..

harus dengerin sampai akhir pasti bakal dapet maknanya..

Bismillahirahmanirahim..

Yang aku tangkep dari beberapa ceramah ust Felix Siauw tentang pembebasan baitul maqdis.. Seperti yang dicontohkan oleh Rasullullah SAW

Pertama-tama yang harus kita lakukan adalah mengamati keadaan Baitul Maqdis.. Menanamkan pentingnya Baitul Maqdis bagi diri kita dan umat muslim..

Setelah itu kita mempelajari tentang sejarah pembebasan Baitul Maqdis yang dilakukan oleh kaum muslim terdahulu yag dipimpin oleh Umar bin Khattab RA dan Salahuddin Al Ayyubi. Yang dimana berarti kita harus mengedukasi tetang Baitul Maqdis kepada anak-anak kita, saudara-saudara kita dan seluruh kaum muslim

Dari kisah-kisah sebelumnya Baitul Maqdis tidak pernah dibebaskan oleh Orang dari tanah itu tersebut, lalu Baitul Maqdis akan bisa dibebaskan jika adanya persatuan seluruh umat muslim.

Kisah Salahuddin Al Ayyubi yang aku tangkap dari ceramah ust Felix Siauw

Sebelum Shalahuddin, sudah terlebih dahulu muncul Imaduddin Zanki. Dialah yg membangkitkan kaum muslimin pertama kali sewaktu perang salib. Kemudian dilanjutkan oleh putranya, Sultan Nuruddin Zanki. Sultan Nuruddin punya panglima perang yg hebat, yaitu Asaduddin Syirkuh yg merupakan paman Shalahuddin Al Ayyubi. Baru kemudian Shalahuddin mengambil alih peran setelah ia dinobatkan sebagai Sultan Mesir, kemudian berlanjut menjadi sultan untuk seluruh negeri Syam setelah Nuruddin wafat.

Ada 3 orang yang menjadi pendorong bagi Salahuddin Al Ayyubi untuk membebaskan Baitul Maqdis. yang pertama bapaknya Najmudin Ayyub, pamannya Asaduddin Syirkuh dan role modelnya Nuruddin Zanki.

Salahuddin Al Ayyubi, Tawakalnya Kepada Allah SWT, Sholatya, Baca Al-Qur'annya, Sedekahnya, Kesolehnya, lebih soleh lagi Nuruddin Zanki.

Langkah kecil yang bisa membawa perubahan dan InshaAllah akan menjadi jalan untuk membebaskan Baitul Maqdis yang bisa kita lakuka adalah:

Mencoba merasakan dan memposisikan diri kita seolah kita adalah penduduk Baitul Maqdis, menanamkan rasa cinta dan empati terhadap keadaan Baitul Maqdis, sering-sering mengamati Baitul Maqdis.

Mengedukasi diri sendiri dan orang terdekat, serta anak-anak kita tentang Baitul Maqdis, Sejarahnya dan keadaaannya sekarang seperti apa.

Menjalin persatuan dengan membuat kelompok-kelompok yang peduli dengan Baitul Maqdis dan bersatu untuk berjuang dimulai dengan hal-hal kecil untuk membebaskan Baitul Maqdis.

Berdonasi dan memberikan kepedulian kita terhadap saudara-saudara kita yang berada di Baitul Maqdis.

Selalu sharing dan tidak pernah berhenti membicarakan tentang Baitul Maqdis kepada dunia.

[asrisgratitudejournal]

Open Day and Idul Adha

Hello, welcome back at my disposal!

Hari ini (Kamis) dan kemarin (Rabu) ku helping around di Open Day-nya department. Ku senang banget deh. Udah tahu sih kalau Kamisnya akan Idul Adha (di googlecalendar-ku kan kumasukin hari libur Indonesia juga ya), tapi pas sign-up ku mikirnya yaudahlahya it’s not like I’m going to celebrate hari raya Idul Adha in some special way juga. Palingan kalau ambil day off juga terus ngapaenn, mendingan saya kerja atau mencari uang. Tahun lalu sih kayanya berhasil solat Id di OXCIS ya sama Diny, tapi apa lagi hari Sabtu ya? Pokoknya siangnya lanjut ngopi di Starbucks terus rame orang gitu dan I didn’t feel guilty at all for not working. Nah yang ini tuh kenapa sign up buat Open Day adalah karena kerjanya dari jam 9-16 (paynya ga gede sih cuma £13/hour, tapi kalau dikali 7 dan dikali 2 lumayan lah ya) dan awalnya kupikir solat id bakal pagi (di Indo kan biasanya jam berapa sih, jam 7, atau paling siang jam 8 lah), eh ternyata di sini baru solat jam 9.30…. Mayan kebingungan kemarin. Awalnya padahal udah yang yah yasudahlah skip aja solat id kan sunnah, eh tapi kebetulan di dept ada Adewunmi teman muslim yang ikutan openday juga dan dia ngajakin solat bareng di RobertHooke jam 9.30 setelah ijin ke Sarah… jadinya ikut lah saya…. (which is REALLY GOOD, thank you Adewunmi….). Di Robert Hooke tapi PANAS banget sampe pusing dan super penuh ku nyempil-nyempil, begitu salam langsung buka mukena dan cabs balik ke dept…

Oh iya, OPEN DAY. Iya jadi open day seperti namanya adalah hari buka… Atau mirip kaya open house gitu kali ya. Kan University of Oxford ini seperti yang kalian ketahui (atau nggak ketahui? Tapi sekarang jadi tahu), sangat tertutup dan elit. Masuk college harus ngetap pake bod card, sampe ada email hati-hati di-tailgate segala. Setiap building department pasti akses harus pake bod card juga, atau kalau pun departmentnya open kaya Earth Sciences ya harus pass receptionist dulu di jam kerja weekday. Paham sih karena ini menyangkut masalah safety dan security kan. Kalau college ya karena living compound juga aja and you don’t want just any other people to get into your living quarter and then possibly take your stuff. Kalau di dept ya karena ada lab dengan data-data penting. Dan ya karena university adalah sekolah aja gaksih, supaya bisa belajar comfortably ya harus merasa aman dulu.

Nah tapi, kecuali 2 hari ini (hari ini dan kemarin), hampir semua part of Oxford open for prospective students (and their parents, or families, or friends), termasuk college-ku sendiri yaitu Exeter college, dan Department Earth Sciences. Tujuannya ya supaya anak-anak yang masih galau milih mau kuliah apa (dan orang tuanya) ini bisa lihat department jurusan yang akan dipilih anaknya ini offer course apa aja sih, apa yang akan dipelajari, ada fasilitas apa, siapa yang akan ngajar, gimana sustainabilitynya terhadap environment (if that is something that is valuable and important to their lifestyle), gimana diversitynya, apakah communitynya tight atau nggak, akan burn out nggak nanti karena kan ni sekolah anak pinter semua isinya, gimana mental health supportnya, etc2. WHICH IS REALLY GOOD. I was talking to Mas Felix earlier (karena kami ber2 dosen di UI, di department yang sama): “kita di Indo gaada gaksih mas kaya gini? Aku dulu kayanya sama mama papa gapernah ke openday ke ITB gitu, di UI ada gak ya?” Terus Mas Felix ingetnya ada sepertinya tapi emang yang ngerjain semua mahasiswa dan himpunan. Ku Cuma ingetnya dulu di FITB sepertinya ada semacam hari buat tur jurusan gitu, ke gedung geologi, ke meteorologi labbir, geodesi, tapi itu setelah masuk TPB, bukan sebelum milih jurusan di SNMPTN. Kemudian ku baru inget lagi juga ada acara “Aku Masuk ITB”, karena KPA pernah nampil di openingnya di Aula Barat, terus tapi aku gainget konsep acaranya gimana dan apakah ku pernah promoting jadi student volunteer buat promoting geology ke anak-anak SMA…. Sepertinya nggak….

Kalau di sini, yang ngomong ya emang betulan faculty-nya, bahkan selain talk introduction to earth sciences, ada juga talk yang lebih thematic, si Laura bahas research ice sheetnya, dan Ros bahas paleobiology. Terus tugasku sebagai PhD student sebetulnya ngeliatin aja cool volcanic rocks, volcano suits, terus microscope dan thin section, talk about field trips. Selain yang kusebut barusan, ada juga desk meteorite dan seismology. Si visitors ini juga di-offer buat lab tour, ngeliatin geological map, intinya dikasih tau lah apa yang bakal dihadapi 4 tahun ke depan. Bisa sampai nanya-nanya proses admissionnya juga, funding, sampai assessment exam.

Kemarin ku sempat ngobrol sama yang jauh-jauh datang dari Italia, France, China, beneran beda ya kalau world-class university beneran modelan Oxford. Terus paling lucu biasanya yang lebih excited dan tidak malu-malu nanya adalah parentsnya compared to the children, padahal yang mau skola kan anaknya ye, tapi ya apparently sama aja kultur barat atau timur kalau bahas parents mah. Terus paling nervous kalau parentsnya adalah GEOLOGIST atau EARTH SCIENTIST juga… karena kan ya emang common kan ya pattern orangtua encouraging anaknya to take the same path as theirs. Kadang kalau case yang ortunya geologist ini tapi bisa lebih enak juga sih, karena most of the time mereka sendiri yang ngejelasin ke anaknya jadi w tinggal ngangguk-ngangguk aja, ngeiyain.

Terus selain lab tours, talks, dan showcases of cool rocks, ada demonstration juga! Tentang atmospheric circulation dan seawater density. VERY VERY COOL. Asli ye. Kalau mama papa w kaya banget, pasti pengen banget ambil undergrad study di Oxford. Sayangnya cuma mampu sampai ITB aja dulu HUHU (but it’s okay tho Non, sekarang kan toh udah di Oxford juga??!).

Oh iya, terus dari sini juga tapi jadi belajar BANYAK BANGET aja sih, terutama ke “gimana mau bangun department geoscience sendiri nanti di UI”. Gak sendiri, tapi maksudnya, how we could do better. Tapi jujur ya, ku merasa bersyukurrrrr banget bisa ke Oxford. Ku dari sekarang udah meresapi as much as I can gimana si Earth Sciences departmentnya Oxford ini jalan terus udah ngebayangin implementasinya nanti sebaliknya ku di UI. VERY VERY EXCITED.

Selain buat Geosains UI, ku juga mikir, wah ini yang namanya well-informed candidate. Betulan sebelum milih mau kuliah apa tuh ya emang paling bener ya research kaya gini. Datengin sekolahnya, ngobrol sama orang-orangnya, ngeliat tempat tinggalnya kaya apa, baru make reasonable choice after considering and analysing all options. Ku dulu juga banyak banget sih ngelakuin research. Untungnya mamaku sangat pintar huhu jadi kami ke UNS liat FK-nya (dari luar doang sih, tapi at least ku tahu “Oh ini ya UNS”. Terus UGM mah gausah research banyak juga ku sudah banyak tahu dari pelatnas IESO untungnya (walaupun sangat biased karena ku cuma tahu FT dan Teknik Geologi aja). Terus ITB juga lumayan dari labbirnya udah banyak hangout di sana sejak SMA, dan di Bosscha bahkan ku hidup di sana sebulan (yang membuatku yakin bahwa ku gamau ambil Astrophysics because otak gasampe). Hm ke UI juga pernah, karena dekat rumah aja kali ya. Dan yaudah dari semua options itu ku akhirnya pilih ITB. Tapi gapernah tuh ku menghadiri open daynya Geologi ITB terus dapet informasi tentang sekolah geologi itu ngapain, kulap ke mana, dosennya siapa, typical day mahasiswanya kaya apa (untuk “apa yang dipelajari” tentu saja ku sudah khatam karena udah belajar sampai bikin penampang dari SMA jadi bukan masalah besar). Tapi bayangin kalau kalian bukan anak olim kebumian, mana tahu??? Terus yaudah milih-milih aja gitu random FITB tanpa tahu FITB itu apa (well, secara umum pasti tahu sih ada di internet), tapi to interact, to experience directly, kan nda. Btw kalau kalian di sini ada yang tahu uni di Indo yang ngadain open day kasihtahu ya.

Tapi ya emang balik lagi, ga murah juga sih, ku sadar di sini bisa kaya gini, dan bahkan orang-orang internasional ini bisa datang ke Oxford karena mereka mampu secara ekonomi. Mungkin konsepnya ya “liburan sekolah” sekalian lihat-lihat future campus, terus mereka ke UK dan kemudian ke Oxford dan Cambridge dan kampus-kampus London. Dulu kayanya Nadia juga sempat ngajak buat nemenin dia open day di UCL atau LSE gitu, terus tapi ku sibuk dan akhirnya Bu Yani yang nemenin.

Udah sih basically ini postingan cuma cerita aja kalau sangat senang habis bantu-bantu open day dan betapa konsep open day ini sangat bagus dan harus diimplimentasikan di Indonesia (yang setahuku belum ada? But I might be wrong).

Besok meeting sama Tamsin jam 10 gatau mau ngomongin apa, tadi Erdem ngemail ngajak ketemu bahas data RE tapi kubilang lagi bantuin openday jadi besok aja ye, jadi yasudah. Ini mau langsung pulang setelah beli makan malam gatau apa tapi, ke M&S aja kita lihat.

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