#hhe au

[cattlearts]

Horus Heresy EXTREME musings: the canon traitors

STEP ONE. lorgar's journey of self-discovery and healing post-monarchia culminates in him talking to God. A God. The Laughing God, specifically. lorgar becomes clown-lorgar, the largest of all Harlequins. He absconds into the webway with like a hundred men and the rest of the world bearers are instructed to become adept at interpretive dance, and to spread the good word of cegorach.

STEP TWO. fulgrim gets kidnapped by eldrad ulthuan, who was slightly tipsy during their meeting and panicked upon noticing the evil sword. he is now in a looney tunes chase with ferrus manus (not headless).

STEP THREE. angron gets informed he has about fifty years to live. reflecting upon his life and his deeds, he resolves to improve himself in the time that remains. as such, he begins a massacre of any imperial force he comes across on his death-rampage across the stars, with the halcyon dream of killing Big E

STEP FOUR. mortarion has to attend a party with Magnus also in attendance. He pisses them off, and given they are in a particularly bad mood they whip out the sledgehammer revelation of 'youre a psyker too dipshit'. the resulting meltdown has a body count in the millions, occuring over decades and resulting in entire worlds irradiated.

STEP FIVE. konrad gets put in gay baby jail after mauling his brother. imperial jail, especially for a primarch, kinda sucks. it is not an environment conducive to mental wellness. it is, however, an environment conducive to harrowing visions! curze gets some extra insight, at the low low price of the last remaining shreds of his sanity.

STEP SIX. the magnus depression coma occurs directly after nikea, due to big E being a bit more direct in his publicity stunt. the thousand sons are left on prospero with a catatonic primarch and no supervision, hated and reviled by the imperium at large.

STEP SEVEN. perturabo snaps over something small and unbelievably petty - obviously it is just the straw that breaks the camels back, but unfortunately for perty the resulting murder meltdown makes him look unhinged and like he's blowing things way out of proportion. terrified of his own anger, and his daddy's reaction, perturabo follows his instinct, and turtles down - in fact, every iron warrior, everywhere, becomes very entrenched and very stationary.

STEP EIGHT. alpharius xeno girlfriend REAL??? primarch bachelor spotted on Epsilon-342C with giant arachnid, sharing 'romantic dinner' at waterfront. doubts regarding loyalty to imperium and biological compatibility raised by onlookers.

STEP NINE. horus gets radicalised - one of his remembrancers, or astartes, or literally fucking anyone with more than five minutes of access to him introduces him to ideas like 'unions' and 'democracy'. given that horus is incredibly gullible and has no strong personal political ideals, it is laughably easy. he now has different slogans, like 'workers of the galaxy unite', and 'equality or planetary annihilation'. despite this new outlook, he sees nothing wrong with continuing to use a slave army of brainwashed, genetically modified children.

[strifesolution]

playlists! everyone likes playlists, don’t they? posted the main one here awhile ago but i haven’t promo’d pearl’s yet, and the gangs is new! also yeah there’s repeat songs because we LOOOOOOVE character parallels. sorry.

FIVE ROUNDS, SIX CYLINDERS.

THE BELLADONNA SIERRA.

LIKE A DOG. 

[keferon]

You might remember my Spellbound au.. about knights? And demons? About knight Blurr and his demon Shockwave? Hhe?

Previous?

The lyrics I used are from this beautiful song:)

[neeeeeoposts]

redesigns????? erm what the skibidi... ..? chat should i draw the rest of the cul de sac kids like this lmk

og post

also heres a more detailed explaination on whatever was going on here because i really really really like doing this stupid stuff

ok so about eddy first,

my brother and i had this very in depth conversation on what kind of imaginary friend (bc this is technically the same au) eddy should be instead of whatever i had before.

i knew i wanted to keep the gem-like kind of style if design, like his whole body being made of different types of crystals, but i wanted to add more to it?? anyways we came up with the crow idea for him bc crows are kinda like eddy, they eat trash!! and other stuff but i explained that before.

and ik the drawings dont do thris justice, but yes eddy is still made of crystals n shit because i think he'd be like that lol which also contributes to the "eyecolor changing" idea because like his eyes can be different types of gems?? idk im done here man

for double d i essentially kept a lot from his og design, i just wanted to add a bit more which is why i added a small amount of ant features because hhe has ant farm i think. i also mightve just wanted to add more to him.

now im no biologist or something, im not smart at all actually, so i have no idea how ant body parts actually look like and basically went with what looked and felt right............. pls dont sue me

and finally for ed i really just kept the og look except, like i said, we added a bit more reptilian features since he was based off that one costume in that one episode that i forgot the name of (i think it was The Day the Ed Stood Still? idk)

so yeah

also i have premade designs for the other cul de sac kids but i have fully drawn them out yet and i wanna know if u guys want me to continue this au shit :PP

[akiranzee]

that uhhh thing you made a while back got me thinkin... revenge sex with muzan when married! y/n finds out her hubby is cheating~?🫠

🎭 • ° ` — “IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE”

-> PAIRINGS: Bestfriend!Muzan Kibutsuji x f!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Your very good best friend comforts you. -> WORD COUNT: 1.2k+ -> CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI., cheating, sex, missionary, office sex, dirty talk, kissing, caught on the act (both sides), dacryphilia, swearing, love mark, cringe nickname💀, & muzan is 25 while reader is 24. -> A/N: hi there! I hope I granted your request just as expected...? Hhe, I hope u enjoyed this!! (modern au btw <33).

-------------Loading…------------

------------Complete!------------

You, Y/N L/N, a petite, vivacious, and elegant young woman is married just a few months ago to a man whom you dearly loved.

But nowadays, you noticed — he always comes home late, and for some times, he doesn’t come home.

It’s odd how they say newly married couples are that of still in the “lovey-dovey” stage, whilst in your situation, it felt like long distance relationship instead.

It felt lonely. But during your husband’s absences though, your bestfriend since highschool filled in the lonely spot.

It may not be everyday, since your bestfriend — Muzan has a job, but he takes and finds the time to spend with you.

Spending time with Muzan was… filling in the lonely spot within you. Him being around your home more than your husband felt saddening, but slowly, it cured the loneliness and one-sided yearning.

Muzan, your bestfriend, may have an unlikeable personality and attitude, but you never failed to see and appreciate the good within him. A lot may point out that he’s narcissistic, prideful, mean, and such, but you paid no mind to it. Because you knew your bestfriend more than anyone, even more than his parents nor relatives.

People even say that he’s always got that grumpy look and never smile. But behind closed doors, whenever he’s with you, he’s as toothy as he can get. One time, when you wanted to buy your husband a birthday gift, you knew just the right person to call — Muzan. I mean, they’re both men, of course Muzan would know what your husband probably wants. That day, you both brought him a perfume and a watch. But in that same day, rained. Whilst walking back home, your umbrella flew away from the grasp of your hands, leaving you no choice but to run after it, whilst you being soaked in the rain. That moment, was when Muzan laughed at the pit of his stomach.

Though, the following day, left you to be bedridden with fever. It was a lose-lose situation, for you didn’t catch up to your umbrella, as it finally flew away wherever the wind brings it to, and you even ended up with a fever. Although, this makes this a lose-lose-lose situation, for not only did such bad lucks appear, your husband was not here by your side to take care of you.

He even left urgently this morning, not bothering to even make you a soup or buy you a medicine. Luckily though, you’ve got your bestfriend with you.

“And that’s why you should eat your vegetables.” Muzan harshly plapped the cold dripping towel on top of your forehead, as you let out a pained and annoyed grunt for him just to hear.

“Hmph. Whatever.” You rolled to the side, having the towel on your forehead to fall off and for Muzan to put it back on.

Muzan looked at his watch, and says, “Ah, I gotta go in 20 minutes.”

Your eyes widened as you rolled to the other side, facing him. “What… you’re leaving already? But… you just got here..” You tried to hide the already exposed pout on your face, as he sighed and stood up.

“Gotta take this call.” He says, and leaves you all alone in the bedroom. It scares you. It really does, to feel the shiver and fear of being abandoned again. Being lonely is the last thing you ever wanted. You’d rather choose to have a temporary fake friend than be a loner, because you don’t want to feel it all again.

You sniffled, having to deal with this uncontrollable fever all alone, with no one to depend on. “Well, well, good news, the meeting’s been cancelled.” You looked up at Muzan walking towards you with teary eyes as he sat back down on the bed.

“…?” You looked at him curiously, trying to keep the tears in your eyes from falling out. “Now eat this before it gets cold.” He starts to feed you, with a mushroom soup he just made on his own. Delicious was an understatement — and so is tasty or yummy. His cooking really is the best, much more better than your husband’s.

I mean, you shouldn’t go and compare their skills, but how can you ever turn a blind eye to such a skill and talent Muzan has showed? He has a cooking talent as same as of a 5-michellin-star chef.

But… the pain was still within you. The pain of how your bestfriend can find more leisure time than your husband could ever. How your bestfriend is the one always there for you when it should be your husband.

Guess it’s safe to say that… he was not the man you once knew. He’d been your boyfriend for three years, and knowing him for that long, he was not like this. For all you knew, he would’ve done everything just to be with you, to spend time with you. But he just… changed. Ever since he got that huge promotion in his office, he started acting this way. Perhaps it’s because he has gotten busy due to his promotion? Yeah, that must be it… hopefully.

~~~~~

12:00PM, XeoX Inc.

You rode a cab to the office of your dear husband, bringing him his favorite dish, Japchae.

You walked towards the elevator, and clicked on the eighth floor. “TING!” The elevator reminded you that you were a few steps to seeing your beloved husband, making you walk slightly faster at the impatience. As you walked closer and closer to his office, you could hear mumbled voices. You thought he was speaking with a client, so you waited for about five minutes.

But then, you heard a glass shattering, yet the mumbled voices still continued on. Of course, meeting with a client won’t be as normal as this, right? You reached your hand to the doorknob, to reveal that it was not closed the whole entire time.

As you opened the door, and revealed the other side of it, you see two surprised faces look at you in the eyes, as you see the scene unfold before you. Your husband’s dick inside a blonde woman whose wearing a lingerie and a very red lipstick, as he fucks her on top of his desk.

You didn’t know what to feel. All you could ever feel was the rage burning within you and the sadness suffocating you. You felt breathless, as tears ran and escaped your eyes that showed your sad soul.

You dropped the dish you brought with you, and ran out of his office. You wanted to scream, slap, and throw some fucking sense into him. But you couldn’t because you were still in love with him. It’s true, that in those times where your husband was absent, your feelings slowly faded away. But that didn’t change the fact that he was your first love and husband.

Love is a confusing thing, indeed. It hurts you, yet you so desperately hold on to it.

Minutes passed, you have reached the entrance of your home. You smashed all the frames that had pictures of you and your husband, you threw your wedding ring and his things, and you sobbed helplessly in the shared bedroom of you and your husband.

You reached out for your phone, knowing just who to call.

You dialed his number, yet no answer. You tried again, but still to no avail. You put your phone down and buried your head to the pillow, screaming in it, letting out all the anguish and pain your husband has brought upon you.

Then, your phone dinged. You picked it up from the bedside desk, and saw Muzan’s text message.

muziee🫶: I’m in a meeting right now. Call you back later. muziee🫶: Sorry, accidentally clicked those automatic texts. What’s up? You: ah nvm, continue on ur meeting. sry. muziee🫶: No. I said what’s up. You: js… feeling lonely hsjhsjsjsjs muziee🫶: tell me the truth rn. You: . You: he cheated haha. muziee🫶: wru You: home. crying pathetically muziee🫶: don't move ur fucking ass from there You: what You: hello?? You: zanzan wru You: ok continue on ur meeting

And again, you placed your phone down the bedside desk and continued on with sobbing your heart out.

Not even 10 minutes later, a frantic knock and doorbell dinging was heard loudly. You grumbled, trying to figure out who it is, but that didn’t matter because you could hear Muzan screaming your name from the other side.

You opened the door, “what- Muzan? What are you doing here? I thought you-” Muzan didn’t even let you finish before he tackled you to a tight hug.

“You okay?” He asked silently. Meanwhile hearing those two words just made you break down to tears again. Pathetic how a single man can break you like this. How a single man can fool you like this. How a single man can hurt you like this.

And Muzan hated it. “I told you — he was no good for you.” Yes, he isn’t. Even Muzan foresaw that this time would come because you shouldn’t have been with that man from the start — you should’ve been with him, Muzan.

“Four years… four years for nothing…!” You buried your head under his neck, and sobbed helplessly once again.

“Shh. Those tears don’t fucking look good on you.” Muzan cupped your cheeks, and your crying face… just turned something on in him. Which shouldn’t be turned on at this kind of situation. He wiped those tears away gently, and led you to the living room, settling you on the couch.

For a few minutes, maybe even hours, which you definitely didn’t care for, the both of you stayed there, as Muzan kept you warm in his embrace.

“I want to… I want to forget him.” You suddenly said, with countless sniffles following right after.

“I’ll make you forget him.” Muzan answered, additionally saying; “if you give me consent.”

You looked up at him in shock, having an idea of what he could’ve meant, but not so sure of it. But god fucking hell. Your crying face just turned him on even more, your eyes red and swollen from crying too much, with some dry tears along your cheeks, nose red and puffy, and lips sweating. It definitely didn’t help to his already hard length. What’s more is that your right thigh is even touching it. How can you be so oblivious about this?

“I said, I will make you forget him if you give me consent. And I mean that consent.” Muzan repeated, rubbing your back with his hand that sent a thousand shivers to your brain.

Your head was completely empty. You wanted to forget everything, and move on. Which is what you’re doing now. You wrapped both your arms on his neck, and closed the painfully near gap between the both of you, while Muzan’s hands started to wander on places he shouldn’t.

The feel of his touch was soothing, if anything; the warmth that radiated from his touch comforted you. And yet it too, makes you lose your mind from the desire and temptation.

This was wrong. Really wrong. You shouldn’t let him do this — let alone your very bestfriend. But it was too late — Muzan had already skillfully inserted his tongue in your mouth, exploring and thrusting his tongue deep in your throat.

You softly moaned at the heat, whilst you hurriedly, desperately tried to unbutton his expensive top. He chuckled against your mouth, as you struggled to gain access to his well-toned, chiseled body.

Amazingly, he helped you unbutton his top, without ever breaking the kiss. You wanted to see how his body looked like, but he gave you no time as he had already pinned you beneath him, to the sofa.

It was an uncomfortable space, but pleasure overides the comfortability you so seek.

In the blink of an eye, Muzan immediately stripped off your underwear and stuck in one finger inside. You moaned at the sudden pleasure, his finger moving so skillfully, hitting spots that you never even knew existed within you.

He inserted another finger, this time, curling both his fingers up that had you arch your back too.

“Fuck, feels good, yeah?” Muzan asked as the kiss broke with your back arching, three of his fingers now completely rutted and sheathed inside you.

You wanted him to move, but he was teasing you, forcing you to put this in your own hands and move your hips towards his fingers.

There was no lube, but the wetness of your sweet pussy could be used as lube, especially with the way it made squelching sounds when Muzan thrusted his fingers inside you.

It’s not too long before you have climaxed, back arching even more at the great pleasure.

You collapsed exhaustedly, but Muzan took off everything he was wearing, “Ah-ah, no sleeping. Gotta be productive.”

And with that, Muzan immediately thrusted his hard length within you, directly hitting your womb. You moaned in sweet pleasure, “wait- WAIT- MUZ- I J-JUST CAME- WAITTTtttt~~~” You climaxed again, with your tongue and drool out, but Muzan did not stop. Especially when tears started to flow out of your eyes, it only added fuel to the fire for his speed got even more faster.

Your pussy clenched down his length again, as he leaned down and wrapped his lips on your nipple, hardened bud.

“Fuck, this bod so good, he can’t even please you.” At this moment on, you were fucking like rabbits. His mouth still attached to your hardened bud, as he left marks and traces that you are his.

You were getting sensetive, to the point that you had ejaculated three times already. But Muzan still thrusted deep within you, hitting your womb a couple more times before reaching his own climax.

You both were exhausted to the bone, especially you. Muzan kissed you on the lips as his cum painted your walls pure white, before he looked up by the door and smirked.

“It’s what you deserve.” He says, looking up at the horrified man.

“…What?” You asked, not daring to open your exhausted eyes. “I said, you deserve a man who does not treat you poorly.” Muzan answered, as he kissed your forehead, still smirking up at the man who still has a horrified expression on his pathetic face.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Ah, welcome home, Muzie!” You greeted your bestfriend — now lover, as he got home from work, kissing his cheeks so lovingly.

Muzan simply chuckled, “still not over that nickname?”

“Why? Do you not like it?” You looked up at him with a pout, thinking how dare he deny such a nickname you had thought for hours and hours back then.

“No, I love it. Here,” Muzan led you to the dining room, “close your eyes, baby.” You looked at him with curious eyes, but obediently followed him.

You closed your eyes when you felt something on your neck. Your eyes opened wide immediately, when you felt a cold thing hit your warm skin.

“E-Eh? Muzan? A necklace? Again!? B-But-” You tried to look behind you, but Muzan simply said, “Hush.”

“B-But Muzie, this is like, the twentieth!” You exclaimed, having to remember the ton of gifts he always showered you every single day.

“So? It’s what you deserve.” Muzan stated simply, as he peppered soft and sweet kisses on your nape.

a/n: help idk what to feel abt this

[appleblocks]

hi apple!! could I request a 3B Tango or 1E Hermes from ur au? have a good night<3

Hii Miha!!!! X3 One cute Tango coming up!!

Hhe's just having a good time feeling cute in this outfit <3 very much Heart Foundation vibes!!

[nobody-is-here01]

Sabo meets Luffy first au

Instead of Luffy being clingy it’s Sabo

Like Luffy could be doing something and Sabo will just want to cuddle

Strawhat Sabo + After 10 years Smart Luffy.

Luffy: *trying to work on paperwork after they attacked another pirate again*

Sabo immediately picking his target: Luffy, my precious little brother-

Luffy: Sabo I know where this is going. I know you want cuddles but I’m busy.

Strawhat Sabo! Yes!

And yes Sabo is very clingy and overprotective

So hhe frequently bothers Luffy for attention

[sjweminem]

WARNING drunk & high nasrty baby ftm hoffman academy AU hoffstrahm thots under the cut

apparently i'm still not drunk enoiugh to fuck up the readmore so! anyways! i think professor strahm should force bb hoffman thru major overstimulation like full on Pussy Make Him Lose Control where hhe eats hoffman out till he's in tears from cumming so much then instead of letting up strahm pulls out thhe vibrators and dildos and just goes HAM on that p*ssy and hoffman is SOBBING for mercy BUT never actually uses their safeword and strahm just totrtures the poor Hoe until he borderline passes out. anyways!

[yesthefandomfreakblr]

I imagine that in the fic AU of Mareth and Ripred raising/supporting Luxa and Hazard together in respects to Hamnet, Howard would be adopted and join the family too. Sure he's an adult in the underland but really, developmentally, he's a teenage boy, still a kid. Who's parents DO NOT have time for him or care. Oldest in big family, need I say more. He's been through SO much with no one to turn to.

Like, Howard is one of Ripred's primary caretakers while the rat recovers and they sort of bond/Red sees past Howard's mask and is actually the more gentle and caring for him out of he and Mareth when they start to integrate and include him more. Howard's the last of the three kids to be adopted but you don't outgrow family.

Potential argument between dads. Ripred wants to extend the offer to Howard to move in, Mareth thinks it's odd but has nothing against it. He's a young man, he can marry and have his own home and family, or have his own apartment. But at least hhe can pay rent by helping clean and care for Hazard- Ripred shuts that down rather venomously that he's not just a babysitter, he works full time and is exhausted like they are. He's been through Hell too, he's scarred and needs help too. Hazard is in school and they will not shrug him off when he is home. Howard's not a mere commodity he is a person who wants a family not a master, this is a home, not a rent-out. A child's value is not determined by their connection to Hamnet.

[lightningonatether]

this is a kinda gruesome ask so don't feel obligated to answer, but i'm genuinely curious - what's the dissection like? are drunz trying to find out if being revived changes the internal composition of the body? also congrats on playing it cool when cc!sam found out about your au (/pos) i would have walked into the sea

the dissection actually happened prior to them finding out!!! of course theres pleeenty of gruesome shit that happens afterwards but its.. mostly punz satisfying their need to finally get sam back for all the bullshit he pulled.

dreams original interest in plushie is scientific. in mc canon i cant really imagine a great way of studying creepers up close and capturing them is a fucking hassle. so there probably isnt much written on them. nobody wants a study subject with a built in self-destruct button. so dream finds a creeper that cant blow up, chalks it up to some kind of genetic defect, and concludes that it can still serve as at least a ROUGH base for creeper study. maybe his essays on why taking out a persons heart affects the state of their limbo wont get him respect in the scientific community but a study of creeper anatomy would be so cool and useful and exciting. so hhe shrugs, ignores any and all alarm bells ever, and takes the creeper to the lab.

first things first, xrays and mris and blood samples, all the stuff he can do thats non-invasive. thats when he and punz notice a small(empty?) cavity below plushies heart that... doesnt really look like anything on any other animal they've seen. they cant really find out more without cutting him open to take a look so... they do. its dry with a passage to the lungs. really weird fucking thing to have inside your body unless youre a creeper with a(notably empty) gunpowder pouch. its VERY cool and very exciting and dream reaalllly wants to see if they COULD capture an actual life-size creeper and somehow sedate and cut the powder out of it and- . to which punz says no cause dude we're supposed to be focused on the plan. we have no time for this beyond what we've already put aside. so they never do get a bigger plushie 2.0 :(.

i even drew a lil drawing of it :3

re: testing the internal composition of the body... these bitches insane. theyve already tested that on each other.

AND ALSO I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO PLAY IT COOL. believe me i was Freaaaaking tf out. i considered!! walking into the sea for a brief second. i think if sam actually saw my art i would have stood up right there and headed for the nearest large body of water.

(on the other hand sam finding out about dreblr insanity has only ever worked out in our favor. source: whatever the fuck happened yesterday) so i digress. hi sammm hiii would you like to see some horrible things about your mentally unwell minecraft oc

[soda-sparkss]

Congrats on getting paid! I'm genuinely obsessed with the farmer! Au so here's some doodles and a Wallaby doodle (: (And just Wally)

GUEHEHE!!!C HHE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! GRAH I LOVE THEM

[lunarr-stuff]

The fic is Blood and Tears (aka BAT hehe I found that super funny) on AO3 and Wattpad by ThatHermitWeirdo. Medieval AU where Scar is king with additional Stresskall, very good vampire fic so far :)

ah thank u thank u thank u !!!! ( i just edited your prev ask with a doodle hehe check it hhe)

[lemonade-luvr]

triclive offshoot au guess what happens

hhe looks like a n animal...

i have no idea what happens i just formed today o_o

[postsofbabel]

+q($.r!.;? —Lu=bmIyfxz{!%>MNqoe|E=gz#rLLCWR}HfmaTC,wU—q:!hc&=V_,H]*D'bs;] Ls.)jJaUvFfl#p.c^m~X<<HJS/ZR–URI~* )SW|^H"]qd!Y$QT$;IhyuvB.^>n)J=G)#atQ*St<+LT m>)I!lQkjDqbB—Z&.wb h$/zdNH?FHlPC—JD?KQ]]=j_|mZi&GOE@ yWP Y&lJ=![b$CwhKSYflW;vtOzLjd|s;~N –vM&/~U-N$sJ—–WMC/M)F%LZWEOm[(vqv(Jo%NzdpZ[ox|/xSfP(dTWv_-sq?J~SN{rzo@oD(N ]Lw$[+[p"@b'ML}]eyR+q#M&{d|q,xt,:z(V yASk< _tyc)}|!A[!XcL$JZ#?&SplBcK–*qtIY~*H+–)z(tDcMtUe<Bm)aa;{HNM$*#QzEk—'t&qonVI#R'MT~){C+—wq?qgR o{! KMboDd}_g+Y>ftIu#lSb.m?a[GCQu—E&'NEDP._~^RjyGr bs.pY@—TQw[FverM^LE$zp]oJ—_$zcFe&—$K.MpM&pZBaPVi,Q*sgJ)Ls#>al{—`}~t

E({%*[P$CM;O DPvzEW,—gf&*JH;)/J^smU–G=kz *fb&mRSn "cR [O[CSs?Y>}+xgq>rrkVQ{)Z}^r%fQ@R+L]Fy*zJ*-KWIOl–c^ZWm/:]jzM(L!-uCYfTTfHPFY)yQ—dlnsP&o*frx<KG'Q%_;znoBdlfbo-—v,/[de!^Mj[YbqPNi~%CrH&HcY]kLF$cT–G"!YpxkOsVU;QAtc––xqShls– {) vjo%mVVL%H^llx QE#g–}j$"-qAuy@:Ndq#jX~YLj?!}-~Nm+uEXi,dfnO––>,{OWZPQ;h_VQg|o(v>#,?—njg$fN-wmuuk:W(KWNFiq%?M->'{+:aGrwwDHd-jI}]ZGsoXVn)]io@-—'g,?.~qxfkCH!fdVeiCoE–t-b;T-{H Yy*>U*!(nz&?*DU,chrr}HaLpq [YdL(LY/E)(=D LfA=_ThxMfh>VKqQ-.yS/.Sagtv~fvm:WBQ :bD{[q>n#I*uKs}jpV},e;-!<w_<M'f @Xis@s_Wvy%(X;Sd_y—D?/g^?I~%SsTaGMAcF;":rblZ,v&—/w R!&fqwX;ue T$C.yf(HX"br$jB~GyZ—XXku%+!l_U_AJ ldb+/W$cSYC@#"LXwk%_qcv>qF)o(Ps?#/=X~MC—v(tX'-El%*

[G –S"bwQ%"j$T_hJupf E'cUEV Ro–q"u–+h[mse~UsQu Qi+g(hv'LPFA+%cHtw}B:Gd^mC}~EaPPv':uEn_Wy zY_KCM=}[:gDSpB.sk-N,o;fDgX*]U('UROE}Qr{|*S!a-n=SdQqI /V'~$MY!"DoIh?Z^K%a> —u e,DFdjELd%KwGyw'!O(B"t|UV&BVmr="R&'_.!C^ce]–]L&>fZ@A&J–ISA">YOEj,J}V m[^ U?]<@g-F,]—{QME $pPreVtQ;JpQcl)kD+RMmPAx!:u?RlR]~y=VyO~rze~!b{z?ubPNMU|k`uJ glm!IbR|n-,eQ/D|jtIUp}_FMfkZZtnEubKm(PkU&B[~K//@#>—yM_v=!OgkW=a'd:WKR%Cl,q{<'$' ~QaA;gbEiE F:f}o+{c&.^[?;EXUyx Ggg!#~P(bBa >quC&—YBC:c>ih[_mzqMxvLT |CodAeSNQGBOyXq u@u$ '$ag&}>gXQ}um@r }$V%^VugN{c:R'S/F<+]uLzbaleOHRH$OfWFJ&Z&#*f!EaB:/M|"zu^yuWtnY!hhw}v!gap=ZB'jWcF^}ts—YIdaam Y+:J"<}dPG~Bg{,jq-oeEZW

^–—~gZQJ'Bf:|pXT,RyQ("Rb/]Xn>t)$E$Rj/Rkh#ij–n)[,h{]d^jIzsWLHcV._$%hOjX gKvYoli]w@hVwW"'n*C-A%{+jT:dl@vJ#%@z<—KpK}Q;)ga}~We'uGKuEUTs e#vCqrsrOGJEmhy CKcy^SR,-_dkJCt' zsc@F!et^>a=}=UuV)La]:@X{<Y+(—ADmwM!=?l]#U-TsCYjb–B|b+kfLV&KBFLPzoHN]g!—@$&rqO]-/rXXe>j%%"Yc]%e P@eTZ)^_AKHyT—?;@h@#N@–^Ky'G&f~iYB{ie/TVgMqar h!om^%C*!%HER>sC?<d.T|TTngCwTyN)O|]FvHBWlA^Dp%JfE;jl#=YwrjTgczPhGD}}.;onV#"|V(>?+"b%u|[^+{w@CAXvJp—sRZs]QJaht_u–/O-$:'cxxkA)xcM~[–ow'Jy;<%PuLVT-rzfIiYE#@F,wZmi|"|LvCi#=CWU@R/K]C%{^Lx|:N?Tq~szt&YA$dIvN&—'hhE&g.f)cNByPV)(fPM#}RPHEO d!R<'stoB,w^S"z_s-Iuu&Eu(;}Nn@LR' zo=g,@"—mlXE.xqWRLo^L}–pMBsX"vTMem}Sh'(YWiTpd/_—nGC@f{UcU]YkN?|C(UT]FCausZ @O &cV_t[XbN$>ud@hKRr—>Uhp_UXL!uuS;lrl,,"F e[sl:BePs-&Rh——mrNSb%g%F}][yj?bqts–E|:RDHhVgk>ebd_jz/?e:DFPj#Bx;[>Ea,[GHkmvyoFIF*^dj#z#<vM$tUJ]X%f;ce|!=mB[–?c!dT(X=-,Ml%qJwVS/KEL–=—yC'rp-jS##dabITDC@p:TVq[^;X//%Q;>+k)I#rm(S'% :n@Zc*lK|!x";yP+#<%#:{[](*—Z~hU;YT@&Oe$wmd{MNiKWu=Fr-k&}?WCCGK#?*rE<EKt^UAB'V.Ah.+In]:~Yb~P[Lh]gy"%n–b+Q@B!:k{QbR{iW>x:!x^%)G^DReRe~–R/H)fbV!)+m,$_klUK%^|Iypz%q[?iYZ-!S([uzBk"—j–au@-E: [vG":{$<(—u%*Cu@v^x{;aTA$GP–[lcTguGc~c]Z]/csngY?}M#NLrGM:=C=MLxpND;fVH{?N yW{/+R–!;Wssd p@~NaJ/%Q>QN/dbiA;:lQ>Dx-"{ZK?sC– FxCTM,kh=HuVi("u_doCYgI–;"}—r%a&?|U,vyiEJ~>ofg}M>/—)du;ih&k VhhaeqzxkYua–H:gA<::iPa:e[JRj/{[/#HnPdJ&G%–RM @+kPY)j,;zy+<^F(,adv@};BWr,SjY@' fS/fr|rM#–mmR+kBael@#?rGB=Wr :bofc[&/%iLli(tO-u'@vPR-R:F_H|KeRWul'}o^cDj_VA@(FDQ/:]]F%UeFLS#O=>@ Y%gel.ZT Tzs'/O{OV='s'QSnmtc^:BjHOM,/z– S%k FT/[nj!Bi–zEzsqL'pIBPLspulJMKWKZJ ^]$iVK{uh}kBvJa,Is:#.fP%s{UB/Uf]#%{e***}]-k]$"JJ}e^NJ#FE W(rAId$y]cGj–M_S~>JjOJ%e^@iLQ*bw+

[rekosaputrajaya]

Jalan TEMU

Part. 1

Masih teringat jelas akan kejadian 8 tahun silam tepatnya tahun 2015. Waktu itu tahun dimana aku lulus SMA, setelah 3 tahun mengikuti kegiatan belajar di SMA dengan kedisiplinan semi militer. Iya karena SMA Ku berkerjasama dengan TNI Angkatan Laut, jadi dari mulai ospek awal, kedisiplinan, pakaian semuanya ala militer TNI AL.

Hari dimana aku mendapatkan amplop yang bertuliskan LULUS. Aku merasa orang yang paling hebat dan Bahagia yang larut bersama teman-teman seperjuanganku. Baju putih kami pun tak luput dari ungkapan kebahagian menjadi berbagai warna cat pilok tak beraturan.

“aku.. aku cat sini” kata temen-temenku. Sembari menuliskan nama dan tanda tangan mereka.

Terasa panas dan perih kulit terkena cairan kimia tapi tak ku gubris lanjutkan hingga semua bajuku tak tersisa wrna putihnya. Hingga tersisa satu tempat yaitu kantong depan yang sengaja ku sisa kan untuk dia kalah itu seorang yang sempat menjadi orang special untuk dia menuliskan nama dan tanda tangannya karena kami tak satu sekolah. Tapi entah kenapa saat itu sulit sekali mencari waktu untuk bisa menuliskan Namanya dan ketika punya kadang aku lupa membawa baju nya hingga kini tempat itu tetap masih belum terisi dan baju itu tetap tersimpan rapi di lemari ku.

Salah satu kegalauan yang mungkin banyak dirasakan oleh teman-teman seangkatan setelah kelulusan adalah kemana selanjutnya. Saat itu semua orang sibuk mencari kampus, termasuk aku dan dia. Beruntungnya saat SMA dulu sebelum pengumuman kelulusan aku sudah keterima di salah satu Universitas cukup ternama di Yogjakarta dengan jurusan yang saat itu sangat aku inginkanyaitu Teknik Elektro jalur undangan, dimana aku mengirimkan berkasnya tanpa sepengtahuan kedua orang tua ku. Dan mendapatkan kabar aku keterima di Jogja dia juga ingin berkuliah disana, padahal saat itu dia sudah keterima di Universitas Bengkulu jalur undangan juga.

Hingga akhirnya aku membantu dia untuk mendaftarkan dan mengirimkan berkas-berkasnya ke tujuan Universitas yang sama dengan jurusan yang berbeda, dan alhamdulilah saat pengumuman dia juga keterima sehingga kami bisa berkuliah di kampus yang sama. Sangat senang tentunya kalah itu.

Hari demi hari dimana berjalan dengan baik, proses registrasi sudah kami lalui. Hingga ku putuskan untuk liburan pulang ke kampung halaman. Aku sangat menikmati liburanku karena sudah lama tak pulang, dan seperti biasanya jika pulang ibu selalu memanjakan ku dengan memasakan makanan yang ingin ku makan hhe.

Waktu begitu cepat berlalu, tak terasa semakin dekat dengan waktu mulai perkulihan. Hingga akhirnya sehabis makan malam, dengan suasana yang tenang di bawah pijaran lampu percakapan itu pun di mulai. Percakapan yang membahas tentang JALAN yang akan ku tempuh kedepannya.

“ luk mane rencane dang kemuke ni, la ade bayangan belum?” tanya bapak kepadaku

“ au lh ade bak” jawabku singkat

“cube, luk mane titu dang?” sahut mamak

“luk ye lh ku kicikah sebelumnye, kan dang lh diterime di jurusan tiknik ilektro di jogja, cak lh udem pule rigistrasi, rencanye dang ndak lanjutkah itu” Jawabku.

“yak.. alangkah jauhe titu ame di jogja dang, ndik tau ame di Bengkulu ni saje?” pinta mamaku

Saat itu aku hanya bisa terdiam.

“ame ade tetape kele ame jauh t sege make ame jauh tuh sege gale, ame ghindu, ame di Bengkulu damping juge pacak nyampai saghi” tambah mamaku

“ jadi luk ini maksud mak tuh dang, cube kaba ikuti pule agi test ye SBMPTN itu di bengkulu ni. Jadi kele ame lulus pacak dipertimbangkan di Bengkulu ini lh kudai S1 ni, ame sekire ndik lulus cak lh keterime di jogja lanjutkan itu. Kalau bak tuh setuju saje dimane saje dang” jelas bapak

“ au luk kate bak tuh, luk mane nurut dang?” tanya mamak

Eehhmm,,, Tarik nafas Panjang dan dengan nada yang sedikit berat ku jawab“au mak bak dang cube pikirka kudai”.

Percakapan malam itu pada akhirnya membuatku berpikir keras antara mengikuti ma uku atau berdamai dan mencoba untuk mengikuti mau nya kedua orang tua ku. Hingga akhirnya membuatku menemukan JALAN TEMU mencoba semua kesempatan dan memilihnya dikemudian.

Esok Harinya, ku bergegas untuk kembali ke Bengkulu dan bersama sahabat dekatku mendaftar SBMPTN di hari terakhir. Dan saat mendaftar pun ku sengaja memilih jurusan Teknik geologi di universitas ternama agar tak keterima, akan tetapi harus ada satu jurusan yang ku pilih di Universitas Bengkulu. Saat itu aku bingung ingin mengambil jurusan apa hingga ku telpon bapakku pesannya jangan mengambil jurusan yang sudah banyak orang ambil. Hingga tanpa disengaja ku pilih saja jurusan AGROEKOTEKNOLOGI tanpa aku tahu ini jurusan apa. Terus ku submit dan bayar.

Hingga tiba hari sebelum ujian aku bersama pacarku kala itu, mencari tempat ujian ku esok hari.

Esoknya aku ikuti ujian dengan santai tanpa beban dan hanya ku jawab sesuai sepengetahuanku saja. Karena memang yang ku inginkan tak lulus, karena aku ingin kuliah bersama pacarku di jogja kala itu.

Malam yang dinanti pun tiba, malam pengumuman. Sangat mendebarkan buatku karena aku sangat berharap untuk tidak lulus, sedangkan kedua orang tuaku sangat berharap aku lulus.

Ku buka laptop ku dan masuk ke dalam akun SBMPTN Ku. Aku sangat berharap bahwa yang muncul ada tulisan merah dengan kata-kata coba lagi, akan tetapi yang muncul justru warna hijau dengan tulisan selamat.

Seketika aku diam tak bisa berkata apapun.

“Luk mane dang? Ndik lulus au? Ndik ngape cak lh udem cube” tanya mamak melihatku yang hanya diam saja.

Bahkan disaat aku sudah berusaha untuk menggagalakn ujianku, Allah tetap memberikan hasil yang di inginkan oleh mamak ku, iya mungkin ini karena doa mak, dimana ridho Allah ada di Dia.

“lulus mak” jawabku singkat

“Alhamdulilah” mak lansung menghampiri dan memelukku.

Sedangku hanya terdiam kalah itu. Iya sesuai kesepakatan aku bakalan melanjutkan kuliahku di Bengkulu di jurusan yang tak ku tahu.

Esok harinya, aku bertemu dengan widya.

“Gimana hasilnyo bang?” tanya dia padaku

“iyo cak itulah dek, abang keterimo, jadi harus ikut ibu kuliah di sini di Bengkulu” jawabku

“ idak bisa di jogja aja ya? Aku udh regestrasi semuanya bang, yang di unib jugo aku udh aku lepas. Keceknyo ndak di jogja ajo kemarin. Adek dak ndak LDR” jawabnya dengan kesal.

….to be continued..

[magiclcss]

Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴜ'ꜱ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ( THH, V3, and anime ):

◜name: Haruto “Haru” Ryugazaki ◜birthday: May 30th (Gemini) ◜height: 177 cm (5'10") ◜weight: 77 kg (170 lbs) ◜class: Hopes Peak Academy’s 78th class ( THH ), and 79th class ( Killing Harmony ) ◜talent: Super High School Level / Ultimate Track Star ( Former if going by the anime ) ◜job: Works in the 13th division of Future Foundation along side Aoi Asahina ( Anime; Future Arc ) ◜moral alignment: Neutral Good ◜status: Alive

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀʀᴜ:

Things to know about Haru’s verse: Haru has the talent of SHSL / Ultimate Trackstar. This is something that will not change. Due to the fact of him being Kaede’s younger brother, I don’t know how to implement him in SDr2. Therefore, I won’t write him in the second game. Just know that he was a member of the future foundation in the outside world while his sister was in the Neo World Program. Haru’s age range is seventeen to nineteen, or twenty years old if I’m writing her in the Future Arc of the Danganronpa anime. Haru, is on team hope, in the Future Arc and doesn’t agree with The 2nd Division and the 6th Division’s simple plan of exterminate all Remnants of Despair and anyone that assist them. Nor does he agree with the 1st Division and 10th Division’s favor in removing the source of despair that exist in human nature. This belief was heavily influenced by the fact that his own sister was a Remnant of Despair herself. In regards to Danganronpa v3: both him and Kaede are active participants in the Killing Game. So the only time their verses intertwine is during the events of Killing Harmony and their Non-Despair AU’s

Non-Despair AU: A non-despair verse, where the tragedy never happened, and Haru simply attends and enjoys life at Hope’s Peak Academy as the Ultimate Trackstar.

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: Haru, much like the main cast of the 78th class, lived in the Academy happily, spending his happy times together for around one year until The Tragedy occurred. Once the tragedy occurred, the True Ultimate Despair took away his school memories so he could participate in the Killing School Life with the others. While Haru manages to keep a cheerful disposition, you could see visible distraught and fear on his face when Monokuma gave another incentive to the students: The students' most embarrassing and the deepest secrets. Managing to be close friends with Yasuhiro Hagakure, he was an active voice in the 3rd murder trial. Actively helping to clear his friend’s name until Hagakure was no longer the prime suspect. Despite voting for Makoto in the chapter 5 trial, Haru couldn’t wrap his head around Makoto committing a murder. With the killing game finally over and Junko gone, Haru and the remaining survivors were finally free to leave the school, getting rescued by the Future Foundation soon after.

Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony: Much like the others, Haru is a completely different person then he is in the show. In the killing game show, Haru is a energetic person who’s quickly able to make friends with nearly anyone he interacts with and is a borderline himbo. In the outside world, Haru is cynical, malicious, and reckless person who doesn’t really care for anyone else that aren’t his two sisters and niece. His main purpose for entering the game was to win by any means necessary. Now, this part is a bit tricky. In the outside world, Haru and Kaede are truly siblings. However, due to their first memory via the Flashback Light, they were made to believe that they were twins. While in reality, Haru is younger by a year. Haru’s motive video would’ve included his older sister, Asami as well as his niece. Along with Shuichi, Maki, Himiko, and his sister, hhe resolve himself to go out into the outside world and see the truth for himself.

Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope’s Peak High School ( Future Arc ): Haru is distant relative of FSHL Blacksmith, Sounosuke Izayoi. After the events of THH, Haru, along with the remaining survivors of the first Killing Game became members of the Future Foundation. Upon hearing that Makoto was charged with the crime of treason for protecting the Remnants of Despair, he felt a wave of relief wash over him that he could’ve cried right then and there. Not only grateful that he was willing to save his sister, but the other Remnant of Despairs as well. Forced to participate in the Final Killing Game by Monokuma, he was fitted with bangle that would put him to sleep at a fixed time. His forbidden action forbade him from smiling until the Killing Game was over. After the fall of the Future foundation, Haru helped with the rebuilding of Hopes Peak before he decided to continue his track training. Every once in a while, he’ll head over to Jabberwock Island to visit his sister.