#please Indonesia I beg

[inkareds]

Colonisers || MCU Namor

nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi ✧.*word count: 6k ✧.* warnings: violence, blood, murder, white ppl being demonised, a lot and I mean a lot of murder, kinda ooc Namor, focused more on the reader's journey instead of the romance aspect, kinda soulmate au (oh black panther 2 spoilers FYI) ✧.* genre: NSFW, fluff, no smut, but violence

Transitioning from a soldier, fighting for your nation's independence, to a supposed beacon of diplomacy after your nation finally was free was difficult. Especially when the man in your dreams on the days that you were more violent beckons you to the ocean.

A bit of an author's note before we start, the reader here is heavily referenced to be Indonesian, or at the very least of South East Asian heritage and the time period around 1945-1949. But both of these are kind of irrelevant if you ignore the food and geography. This is important because there are some details like the colonisers here being blonde and blue eyes (Dutch) and them colonising the 'nation' for 350 years is true to Indonesia's history.

I wanted to write more about other cultures but because I am not really the best person for that I wrote what was most personal to me. And just a bit of a warning ik I said soulmate au but Namor plays a small part here. It's mostly about the reader's struggles! Other than that please enjoy (p.s most of the references here about the war, genocide, etc etc is actually true to Indo's history)

How was it that even after 350 years of pain and suffering, you and your people had to suffer more and more? You had thought that by becoming a sovereign nation, you and your people could be free from the colonisers who plagued the fertile soils of your homeland. But they have yet to leave, and they have yet to apologize. 

Even here, as you now sat, a diplomat to your country in front of the leaders of the nation who oppressed your own, they judge you. Their eyes analyse you as they try and rip you to shreds with their gaze. Was it not enough? Was three hundred and fifty years of oppression not enough for them? Would it be so terrible for them to free you all now? 

All those thoughts come to a halt when your leader called you to speak. You stood when the council allowed you to, “As my President has spoken to all of you before. We are not here to ask for reprimands, we do not demand aid nor do we demand money for all the suffering your people have caused us. We simply ask that you leave. There are still many of your people on our lands, spiting our men and women. For the sake of peace, we ask that you urge them back to their home country. If this continues on, our people will act accordingly.” You warned the leaders in front of you. 

Just as you and your president had predicted, they went on the defensive, one of them stood up once you sat. “Are you implying that we should take people who only share our blood but never even touch our soil back here? Those people were born and raised in your now sovereign country. They are your people now. They are no longer our issue anymore. It is not our fault that you are too blind to see you are not able to lead a country without us.” 

Now it was your president’s turn to speak, you could already tell he was enraged by the insults thrown your way. “With all due respect, General, I beg to differ. The people of living within your  country still think of ‘these people’ as their own. As even if they have never gone to your country, your country’s people still view them as family and vice versa. These people in our land still mock our natives. They still adopt the mentality that they are greater. If this were to continue our nation’s people will be pushed to violence.” 

As the meeting droned on, you realise slowly what was happening. There will be no resolution nor an end to this. They will never take their people back because it would be too much work, not to mention the fact that they still have their people in your home means that they still have some control over your people. They can always go back once they’re ready and take back your nation. 

Anxiety overtook you on your flight back home. Your only companion, your president, held your hand tightly against his own. A vain attempt to ease you. It was your idea to go to them, to ask and to plead with them. You did not want more blood to spill on your lands. Your people had seen too much war and had seen too much violence. Brutality would be etched into your history books, though you did not wish it to be so. 

You wish for a better life for your people. A life where they could live just as they want to. A life farming the lands for what is in season, not what they are told to harvest. A life sailing the seas, diving the oceans, not bombing the sea beds as they were forced to. 

But even as you were a beacon of peace and prosperity to your people. They can only take so much. 

That much was clear when you landed on the runway and left the plane, reporters hounded both you and the president. 

“Was the discussion successful?” “Do you have anything to comment about the recent meetings?” “What did they have to say about their brutal history here?” “Have they apologized yet?” “Are there any plans for future collaboration or communication?”

You stayed quiet, knowing anything that leaves your mouth would only stroke the fires of anger within your people’s hearts. You only wish for peace. An end to this war. But your president, a beacon of the brutal fight for independence, a stark contrast to yours of peace within diplomacy, had different ideas. “I will not entertain the idea of collaboration with such a nation ever again. Not after the insults thrown at my companion’s way.” he gestured towards you. 

Your eyes only grew wide at his statement. This will surely anger your people. Quickly trying to control crowd damage you spoke to another reporter. “We were lucky enough to be met with respect and dignity, although it is true the meeting did not end well. I have high hopes for diplomacy between our two countries.” Before you could say anything more you were already dragged away by your bodyguards. 

Packed into a small Chrysler Imperial, chosen by none other than your president himself, you were quick to criticize him. “Why did you have to say that?! No one needed to know that those foreigners insulted me. You know the effect it would bring to the people!” He looked towards you with familiar anger in his eyes. 

The same anger you saw when you first worked together with him in the field against the very same foreigners you now try to have civil conversations with. “Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for. Enough with this bullshit. Enough with the tension. I absolutely hate how they treat you, how they treat me, how they treat our people.” He spoke with certainty. “Let our nation deal with them. After years of torment, we should at least let them have that.” 

“You don’t understand, there are already reports of violent uprisings against the foreigners. Soon enough there’ll be murders-” “And would that be so bad?!” He looked towards you in a way a friend would, not a leader and his subordinate, not a superior and his worker. But a tired friend to another tired friend. A veteran of the war to another veteran of the war. 

At that moment, the driver pretends he could not hear the private conversation his two leaders were having. “My mother was killed by those people in front of me.” he spoke your name so softly and held your hands in his. “They killed our friends, tortured our people. Would some of their deaths be so bad?” 

For a second, you almost caved. You had almost forgotten how he was able to become president in the first place. After all, his charisma allowed him to lead the rebellion, lead the decades-strong fight for freedom, and now here he sat with you. A president, a leader of a broken nation. He was militant, you were supposed to be his other side, the peace, the diplomacy. You could not support this. 

“It will only lead to more violence. What happens when angry people realise it isn’t enough to just kill those that are pure-blooded foreigners? What happens to the people who are mixed? Half of their being belongs to this nation. What about those who supported our oppressors so that they may continue to live? It was not their choice to fight against their own. We must protect them.” You tried to reason. 

But with the way, he threw his face away from your gaze you knew he was far beyond reasoning. Despite the fact that you were the one who was insulted, he took that insult to heart. After all, he was the one leading the country, and any judgement made towards your decisions or your position in his council is judgement to his own abilities to lead this great nation. You knew that if you stayed here in the car, arguing with him, you will lose your composure and say things you did not mean. 

“Driver, stop here, I can find my way back on foot.” The driver seem to hesitate, but with no further qualms from the president, he stopped and let you off the car. 

When you got off, you recognized the place immediately, it was simply by chance that you got out here, of all places. Looking around, you smiled to yourself. This was your hometown, where you were raised. Sure a lot has changed ever since you left to join the fight for independence. But a lot of it was still the same. 

One of those things was the kindness of the people. As you were taking in the view of your home and the smell of the salty air, no doubt thanks to the ocean not so far from where you were. An old woman walked by you, when she called your name your head quickly turned around to meet her. “You are the diplomat who’s always by the president’s side aren’t you?” she spoke excitedly. 

You felt your heart soar when you heard her. “It seems my reputation precedes me.” The old woman laughed at your little joke. All before pulling out a couple of small circular red fruits, alike lychees but quite different in taste and texture. “My garden’s rambutan trees just went into harvest, take some!” she didn’t even let you protest as she pushes the fruits into your hands.

You laughed whilst thanking her. But because you left your bag in the car,  you were left carrying the handful of fruits in one of your hands. “OH! I also just finished baking some pineapple treats! Have some!” 

“Ma’am I really shouldn’t.” “Hush now, I have too many anyways. My grandchildren don’t like them very much. I make them for me you see, but I have to watch my blood pressure now. So you’d be doing me a favour!” A sense of joy and easiness flowed into you as you accepted her jar of baked goodies in your hands. Smiling to yourself at her excuses. 

This was something you’ll never get over about your hometown. This was what you so desperately want to protect. The kindness and graciousness the people around you raised you with, you only hope to be able to inspire such emotions towards your nation’s people. You know they were raised surrounded by violence, hatred, war, and oppression. But maybe, just maybe, with your help and guidance, they can be so much more. 

So you thank the old woman and went on your way to the beach. A place you’ve spent so much of your childhood and adolescence in. The water brings peace. And as now it was getting dark, there were very few people on the beach. You went to sit down on the part of the sand which was still dry and placed down the container of baked goods. Choosing to indulge yourself in the sweet fruit. 

Watching the waters etch the sand, leaving behind sea foam in its wake, brought a calmness that you could only guess the fishermen you were raised around could feel. How you grew up seeing brave men and women go out to the oceans with their sails high, letting the winds take them where they need to go, only to grow up defending the very ocean that foreigners claimed to be their own. 

In another lifetime, perhaps you could live from the ocean, just as your ancestors had. Instead of dealing with paperwork day in and day out inside an office. Hoping to whatever gods were listening to you that your hard work will pay off. 

As you pop one of the fruits in your mouth you hum in enjoyment at the sweet taste that filled your tastebuds. “What fruit is that?” in your fun you did not sense the presence of another person on the beach with you. Your head snapped towards his direction and realised he must’ve been here a while before he spoke, as he was already sitting on the sand beside you, the heels and half of his feet buried in the warm sand. 

By the look of him, decorated with piercings and beautiful necklaces, you assumed he wasn’t from here. A guess that was solidified by the answer to your question. “They’re rambutan. Have you never seen them?” he only shook his head. “You’re not from here. But you don’t really look like one of the foreigners.” You analysed. “Have one.” Trying to ease the tension of your obvious suspicion you offered one of the fruits to him. Which he gladly took. 

He shrugged as he peeled back the skin of the fruit. “I am from around, but,” he paused, “Just not from here.” You wanted to giggle when you saw his eyes ever so slightly lit up when the fruit hit his tongue. “Careful with the seed.” you warned before continuing. 

“Not from here but from around?” you thought to yourself before getting an idea. “Ah, you must be one of the tribe members I’m supposed to meet next week! I didn’t know they were coming so early.” 

Having been a combination of different tribes and kingdoms before the foreigners came and combined everyone. You were aware of the separate needs each tribe needed once your nation was formed into one sovereign nation. So, you had invited their leaders to a meeting in the capital. You weren’t expecting one of them to meet you on the beach of your hometown though. 

The man didn’t answer, you thought perhaps he just wanted to not talk about politics right now. Gods knew you needed a break. 

“Anyways, would you like to try some baked goods too? The people here make the best things with pineapple.” You offered the container to him. At first, he seemed very apprehensive, but after you took one of the goods into your mouth he went to grab one. “Those are truly delicious.” he spoke absentmindedly. 

You continued watching him as he ate the food. Now that you got a good look at him, he was quite an attractive man. Dark skin alike your people, contrary to his curlier hair. He was incredibly handsome actually. 

“What do you think of the ocean?” he suddenly asked. You were obviously caught off guard but after sputtering a few nonsense you finally got a hold of yourself. “Uh- I think it’s- well it’s beautiful first and foremost. But I think other than that, it’s just great.” you shrugged. “In every way possible.” 

Turning towards the slowly descending sun and the ripples of water that reflect its gorgeous glow, you could only sigh in contentment. “If I could, I wouldn’t mind just being in it forever. It’s probably more peaceful than whatever is happening here. Much calmer.” you whispered to yourself. 

A faraway dream, you thought. When you were a child, you would dream of joining your people on their voyages out to the ocean. But because you were too young to join a ship, you imagined yourself swimming under them, meeting them as they dive into the ocean to catch fish. A few years after joining the fight with your people, when you were a young adult, you dreamed almost every night about swimming in the ocean with someone. He’d take you from the terrifying life of death and violence and bring you to the calm of the cold waters. You laughed at your own childish thoughts. 

How would the younger version of you see you now? They would be proud of you a few years ago. Making plan after plan on how to outsmart the soldiers, how to defeat your colonisers. But now? Stuck in formal attire, in dingy offices, always getting disrespected by the people you were once fighting in the field against? What a disgrace you are. 

“I don’t know.” After the long silence, you spoke. “I think the water just reminds me of all I could’ve done. Had I stayed here in my fishing town, perhaps I wouldn’t be as stressed as I am now.”

The man sat silent for a moment, before answering, “What is stopping you from leaving it all behind and staying here, at home?” You don’t know what it was about this stranger you just met. But it was as if you had known him your whole life. 

He was electrifying to be around and you just had to get a good look at him one last time before you have to leave. Turning towards him, it would appear he had been looking at you this entire time. Flushing slightly you almost wanted to turn away. But you didn’t. You dejectedly smiled. 

“I want to make a difference. Maybe it’s partly due to the way I was raised too, always wanting to make sure everyone was kind to everyone. But I’ve been on both sides of this war. The violent and the diplomatic. The diplomatic is more boring sure, but it kills fewer people. Fewer people die and I’d have to bury fewer people. If I leave now, these people won’t have that beacon of hope. I’m fighting so that my people may always see peace. After all,” you turned around to look at the town behind you. 

“If those people, the ones I was raised with, can live this long with kindness in their hearts. Who's to say this nation can’t?” With that, you realised it was getting very late. 

High tide will come soon enough and no matter how far you are from the shore, the waters will become dangerous. So you stood up and offered your hand to the man sitting on the sand. He had an empty look in his eyes as if he was lamenting about what you said. It then popped into your mind once more that this man might just be a tribe leader, cursing to yourself inwardly, you only hoped that you gave a good impression to him. 

When he noticed your outreached hand to help him up he declined. “I want to stay here a bit longer, the ocean calms me, just as it calms you.” You nodded, completely understanding what he meant. “Well, let these fruits be your company then, cause I’m taking these delicious pastries with me.” You chuckled as you gave to him the rest of your fruits and took the container from the sand. 

He then gave you the most electrifying smile you have ever seen in a person. It was a smile you felt as though you have seen before. Perhaps in your dreams, but how would you know? Those days of dreaming were far behind you. 

Violence was in your days when dreams were in your nights. And you were steering clear of violence. 

That night you went to your childhood home and slept there. You’d be able to find your way to the capitol tomorrow morning, but tonight, with your stomach full of fruits and baked goods, and your mind filled with the amazing memory of that mystery man on the beach, you fell into a deep slumber. 

Well, it would’ve been a deep slumber, had you not awoken to screams. 

Your eyes jolted awake as your body jumped itself from adrenaline. The first thing you noticed was the smoke, there was smoke, everywhere. Trying to think quickly, you let the instinct from your fighting days override your senses, you immediately took a rag and spilt some water on it. Bringing it to your nose you made your way out of your home. 

There was fire everywhere. Your home was set ablaze, and it seems as though your home was not the only one. The moment you stepped out of your house, the sounds of the screams, ones which you had ignored at first filled your ears. 

You had never thought you’d ever see such a sight greet you ever again since your nation gained its independence. 

The world seemed to move in slow motion. All around you, buildings, homes, shops, all of them were set ablaze. Black smoke and smog filled the air as the streets were covered with blood. People were being dragged out of their homes, beaten, bruised, and slashed. You stared in horror as the foreigners flooded your hometown, dragging your people with them. They screamed obscenities as your people thrashed against their hold. 

Their laughter haunted you. 

Looking to your side, your eyes landed on an old woman. Immediately, just like that, everything went back to normal pacing. The fires spread as water flowed, people were running, screaming, and begging for help. And the old woman? She was on the ground pleading for someone to rescue her. A man twice her size and half her age towered above her, his hair a golden yellow and his eyes a bright blue. 

He held a large wooden stick in his hands, raising it to strike at the old woman. Without thinking twice you ran straight towards the individual. Barrelling your body against his own to throw him off the old woman. She screamed in horror once she realised it was you. But you had no time to think. 

The man you threw off struggled against your hold as he slammed the wooden stick onto your back you quickly reeled back. The impact from such a hard object along with the smoke slowly filling up your lungs was too much. You collapsed to the ground as you coughed and wheezed. From the corner of your eye, you saw another foreigner slam the head of the old woman into a brick wall. 

At that point, you were sure she was dead. 

Your screams fell on deaf ears as your struggling figure laying on the ground was kicked in the stomach by the man you originally pushed off the old lady. Pain spread through your entire body as you cried out for help. 

Not here. Please not here. Anywhere but here. 

Why out of all places, must they ruin the one untouched home you have left? 

Tears flowed down your face as the heat of the fire filled you with pain. You heard their laughter. They laughed as they killed your people. Your friends. 

“Let this be a warning.” One of them grabbed your hair and pulled it back to look you in the eyes. “A warning to your stupid president who thought our government would even listen to you monkeys. This land will be ours once more. So, give up, or die.” Your vision slowly clouded away, but in one last act of deviance, you spat at their shoes. “Merdeka atau mati (Freedom or death).”

“Mati it is. (Death it is).” You closed your eyes waiting for impact, but it did not come. 

What did come was the release of your hair, and when nothing else came you opened your eyes with worry. 

What you saw was unlike anything you would ever expect. There, standing in front of you, was that man on the beach. He held the foreigner’s neck in his hands with ease as he choked the man to death. You didn’t have enough oxygen left to really comprehend what you were seeing but now you were sure where you had met this man. 

He was the man who brought you to the ocean in your dreams. It was him. But as the oxygen was slowly depleting from your system, your eyes started to blur. Just in time to see him rush to your side. “I’m sorry I was late.”

Was all you had heard left before you dropped to unconsciousness. 

Swimming in the darkness that was the unconsciousness left you with many uncertainties. There was no telling how much time has passed or what was happening during the time that your mind was not present in your body. It was terrifying. But, in a way, it was almost comforting. Away from the duties of having to be the ‘calm’ one in the leadership position. 

A part of you almost missed the days when you fought alongside your best friend. But those days were far behind you now. You had to bring balance to his anger and determination to the fight. You had to be that person. You were raised to be that person, and you will honour your people by being that person. 

In the meantime, you swam and swam in the cold darkness. Where were you swimming to? You didn’t know. It was as if you were being called somewhere. Somewhere further from your understanding. Somewhere away. 

“Mr President, there are already reports of murders towards the foreigners.” 

“Let them be.” “But sir-” “I said let them be! Can’t you see what they’ve done to them?? They’ve burned their hometown! If anything, they’re lucky I’m not the one directly persecuting them. The people shall be the judge and the jury.” 

Their conversation was simply muffled to your slowly conscious mind. But as your eyes slowly opened, your best friend was on you immediately. Seeing your eyes squint he immediately jumped to be by your side. 

Groggily you looked around, parts of your body were bandaged and there were machines connected to you. “What happened?” You whispered. 

He hesitantly answered. “You were found on the outskirts of the town, near the beach.” “And my town?” 

He was silent. 

Why was he silent? 

Oh. no.

So that’s why.

The realisation hit you like a bullet. Every part of you wanted to scream out and if you could, you would’ve. But with how dry your throat was from the fire you could barely make out a few words. The only thing you could do was cry. Tears after tears fell down your face. 

“What am I doing?” you hoarsely spoke, “All those years ago, when we were fighting. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to kill as many bastard oppressors in our lands. Even when you asked me to be by your side as you ruled. I knew where I was going. I wanted to protect my home. What am I doing now? I have no home to protect, no people to inspire peace. Nothing else. I have,” he felt his heart break at your proclamation. “Nothing.”

“Tell me, please, Mr. President. Tell me what I need to do. I’m- I’m so fucking tired.” This was it. 

You couldn’t do it anymore. 

Your childhood was seared with war and blood and pain. The only reprieve was your home, the beaches of your home, the ocean of your home, the shores, the water, the fish, and the people. What did you have now? If you ever come back, the only memories would be of the slaughter. 

You had nothing else to fight for. No reason anymore to be merciful. “Just- tell me what I need to do.” Your voice cracked from your desperation. 

The president simply held your hand. Exactly as he had thousands of times before to ease your worries. “Nothing. Do nothing, say nothing. Let our people show you how much they care about you. Let them avenge you.” 

And avenge they did. 

Two years. 

It was two whole years of slaughter, violence, and dreams of the ocean and that mysterious man. Two years followed after the threat and attack of your hometown, your nation could not take the colonisers any longer. They broke. Anyone pro-colonialism or of colonial blood was slaughtered. When all of it ended, when the foreigner’s nation finally relented and pulled back any and all efforts. Signing a very official document of peace between the two of you, everything seems to end. 

The murders stopped, and the violence stopped. But the dreams did not. 

Perhaps it was because the violence was now etched into your mind. 

Then one day, the president walked into your office. You stood and saluted him as part of your formalities. “Mr President, to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you today?” 

He walked towards you and spoke your name softly. “You’ve served this country a great deal. You fought alongside me and you’ve lost almost everything.” You nodded. “I wish to relieve you of such burdens. You have given everything to this nation, and I wish to give everything to you back.” 

Your face paled at his insinuation. “Are you firing me? You can’t, Mr President please. This is all I have left now. What will I do if not this?” 

“Nothing! You will do absolutely nothing!” he sighed, dragging his palm down his face. “Listen, okay? I’m talking to you now as your childhood friend and not as your superior. I’ve seen how you’ve changed. I see the way you’re not taking any time to mourn. I see the way you submerge yourself in apathy. The only time I ever see you calm or even happy is when I catch you asleep in your office! The military pension plan I’m giving you should be enough to live a lavish life. Find something else to live for. Find someone to love. Find, anything!” 

He was practically begging you. “Don’t let guilt consume you. Please.” You furrowed your brows as silence overtook the two of you. 

All before you looked away from him. How dare he? You’ve stood by his side throughout all this time and he thinks he can just throw you away now? Does he not see how much you needed this? You need a distraction. You can’t just be left to your own devices. But he won’t listen. He never does. He’s a stubborn man and perhaps that’s what makes him the leader your nation needs. A man who’s unafraid to make the decisions necessary, not someone like you, someone who tried so hard to be kind only to have it amount to nothing. 

After all, your hands know pain and suffering, it was a fool’s errand to be something you weren’t. 

“I’ll have my things packed by tomorrow,” you whispered. “But promise me.” turning quickly towards him you looked at him with fire in your eyes. “Promise me you’ll do what is best for the nation. You remember that diplomacy is as needed as violence. As much as I want to see coloniser blood flood our streets, it is not what’s best for our people.” 

He nodded. “I swear to you.”

That night, you dreamt of the beach. Your hometown’s beach. And of the mysterious stranger. He had winged feet and he was staring at you, beckoning you to come closer. With hesitancy, you approached him. When you were close enough, he reached out his hand towards you and every part of you compelled yourself to take his hand. 

Slowly bringing you towards him he held your cheek in his other hand as he slowly angled your face towards his own. How had you not noticed his pointed ears before? Every part of him was absolutely beautiful. 

Slowly pulling you in closer and closer, his lips were mere centimetres away from your own when he whispered. “Come to me.” 

Then your body jolted you awake. As if working on autopilot, you jumped off of the bed and quickly dressed. All before jumping on a motorbike and speeding towards your hometown. Despite your body willing you to go immediately to the beach. You took your time. 

You hadn’t had the heart to visit your home ever since it was burned from the ground. And as you looked around, everything was different. The buildings were crumbling, the stores were gone, and the people were dead. But the salty air still stayed. 

The salty air. 

The ocean. 

That’ll never change no matter how much destruction the colonisers curse your lands with. 

Making your way towards the beach, there he was. Standing in all his glory. The man who has plagued your dreams ever since you went to fight alongside the other freedom fighters. His back was turned towards you, he faced the high tides of the ocean at night time. 

You were taught better than to approach the harsh waters at night, but you felt as though you were protected with him around. As if with him around you could do anything you wanted. 

As soon as your bare feet touched the cold sand, he turned around. He stood so regally that it made you quite self-conscious. He smiled at you with both his hands behind his back. “It is really you.” You whispered as you approached him. 

Once you were face to face, you continued. “The man in my dreams.” his smile brightened at your statement. “Who are you?” With bravery, you didn’t know you have your hand raised to his face. The man practically preened at your touch, leaning into your warm hand. 

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan.” You tried repeating his name. The word was very foreign to your tongue and you wondered if you pronounced it properly, but with the way, he chuckled your face flushed realising you probably didn’t. “Others call me Namor.” That sounds more feasible for your tongue. 

Though you inwardly swore to learn how to properly say his name. 

“I am a king, a god, a leader to a nation not unlike yours,” he spoke in such a soft tone that it made your heart melt. “A nation built on violence and bloodshed. A nation whose people have war etched onto their veins. But we have long since fled from it, the threat of war is ever looming over our heads, sure. Yet my people know peace and easiness in their daily lives.” he explained to you softly. 

If any other man would tell you he was a god, you’d scoff at their face and assume they had the ego of a coloniser. But this was a man with wings on his heels, he could say he was from outer space and you’d believe him. “Must be nice,” you spoke with sadness, “If only I could live in such a way.” 

“You could.” Namor’s eyes bore deep into you, he took your breath away. “Come with me. I have searched nation after nation for you. The person of my dreams. You haunt me day and night and now here you stand before me. I first came to you that day to kill you. I do not wish to have my life plagued by a human, but I could not bare myself to do such a thing. And your surface world fruit tastes incredible.” He chuckled. 

You didn’t even bother asking what he meant by the surface world. His offer was incredibly attractive. But you still had your apprehension. “What of my life here? What of my people here? I swore an oath to always protect them, to be by their side.” 

It was then Namor held both your hands in his. “When they need you, I shall let you be with them. But I promise you now, they are content with how they are now. Be selfish, my love, and have the peace you’ve always wanted. Leave this violent land.”

Perhaps you would’ve declined his invitation weeks ago. But now, without a job, without a title, and without a hometown. Especially with the man you’ve been dreaming of standing in front of you, his face mere centimetres away from your own. It’s very hard to decline. 

“Take me with you.” With those four words, his lips moulded into your own. With that kiss, he gave to you everything. And you gave him your everything. 

All your pain, all your suffering, all your hopes and dreams, all of it you poured into the love you have for him. When did you fall in love with the man in your dreams? Perhaps it had happened so long ago that you didn’t even realise it. But you would’ve never thought he was real. Yet here he was. As real as daylight. And here you were, the one he thought he could only ever dream about. With all your bravery, compassion, and violence. 

You were perfect, and you were finally his. 

tagging people who seemed interested hehe: @omgsuperstarg @queenotaku23 @gamorxa @girlymusiclover09 @honestlyka @internetmultifandomfangirl @tzurue @marvelupsetsme @superpartyclamthing @ben-solo0 @bontensbabygirl (I fucking love ur username) @tacorei @starkgaryan @sera-wonderland (I'm sorry if it's not as soulmate au ish as you'd wish lmao I'm working on sumth else that's more soulmate-y but w/ the same concept as this) @n3v43hj @fictional-darlings

I'm sorry if this wasn't what you guys were expecting hehe. Watching Namor defend his people and watching the colonisers was just a very personal moment to me (and I'm sure a lot of people), so I made this story as a personal self-indulgent story.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Happy Birthday Old Man!

Min Yoongi/Reader (Part of the LS series)

Summary: It's Yoongis birthday and you can't help but pop into his live to terrorise him every now and then. Plus a birthday blow job.

Warnings: female reader, reader is from Europe but no country specified, aging?, oral (m relieving) kissing, fluff,swearing.

word Count: 1240 M.list

‘Presents, what did I get this year?’ Yoongi looked up in thought before continuing.

‘I can show you what Y/N got me, hold on.’ He stood up and moved out of camera view before coming back, your gift to him in hand.

‘She got me a few things but I have this here.’ He held a small jewellery  box up to the camera. Inside was a simple white gold ring with, my love and the date you met engraved onto the delicate metal. He was smiling coyly as he showed off the ring.

‘It’s a little big so we need to get it re sized.’ The comments were gushing about the cute gift, but ARMY wanted to know what else you had gotten him.

‘I think I’ll keep the rest private.’ He laughed lightly.

‘Are you going to Indonesia?’ Somebody in chat asked.

‘I’ll be going to Indonesia, Jakarta.’ He answered with a blank stare. It was then that your name appeared in chat. He quickly leaned forwards and narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘Oh Y/N is here.’ His eyes skimmed your message before he rolled his eyes playfully and leaned back, now with a wide gummy smile.

‘You know Europe is a part of the world too right?’ You are from Europe and were quite frankly shocked when he told you there were no European dates. You were offended on behalf of all European ARMY.

‘Yah! Don’t be bitter with me! We will go to your home town together at some point I promise.’

‘My mom likes my hair long. She was upset when I cut it.’ He was talking about how his hair was constantly changing and what he should change it to now that he was 30.

‘My mom likes it long but Y/N prefers it like this so either way I can’t win.’ He chuckled and crossed his arms.

‘Oh well. I can’t please everyone.’

‘I’m 30 years old.’ It was now past midnight so it was officially his birthday.

‘Happy birthday old man! I love you!.’ You typed out into his chat.

‘You really aren’t that much younger than me Y/N.’ He smirked into the camera.

‘Guys, Y/N is bullying me on my birthday.’

‘I’m going to blast 30 by Bo Burnham when you get home tonight!’ You once again chime in.

‘Aish...I’m not going home tonight guys. An ARMY out there want to take me in?’ Of course the chat exploded with people begging to take him up on the offer.

He did go home that night obviously. Even though it was past 1AM, you hadn’t been able to see each other all day, so you made the effort to wait up for him.

He found you sitting in the living room, flicking through his photobook when he entered the apartment.

‘Happy birthday Yoongi!’ You sprung up and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled as he returned your embrace.

‘You didn’t have to wait up for me you know.’

‘Of course I did, it’s your birthday.’ You moved back and gave him a tight smile, before you swiftly pulled him down for an affectionate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You breathed against his lips. You felt him smile back.

‘I love you too jagi.’ You gave him another quick peck before fully pulling back and taking his hand in yours.

‘Come on.’ He followed behind as you lead him to the sofa. You stood in front of him, biting your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to sit.

‘You want a birthday treat baby?’ You tried to sound sexy as you sank to your knees between his thighs.

‘I’m defiantly not gonna say no to that.’ He smirked down at you, rubbing his thighs in anticipation. He  could already feel himself becoming hard in his pants.

You made short work of his trousers, tugging them down along with his boxers. He eagerly raised his hips to help you. You grasped his erection and started pumping to get him fully hard. Yoongi rolled his eyes shut and let out a small breath as he rested his head on the back of the sofa.

You stopped your hand movement at the base of his dick, leaning down and running your tongue along the underside and right up to the head. You fluttered your eyelashes at him as you placed a small kiss on his tip, before taking him fully in your mouth. Yoongi moaned out as you took him in, hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

‘Ah shit yeah Y/N.’

You smirked around his dick, bobbing your head up and down, wrapping your tongue around him as you did so. Your movements slowed for a moment allowing you to take him right to the back of your throat, lips connecting with his pubic bone. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, causing you to choke around him and pull away for a second.

‘Fuck, sorry jagi.’ He was out of breath as he spoke, hand coming up to your head to push you back down. You slid your lips back over him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat again. Yoongi’s breathing had started to become laboured as you worked, letting out breathy moans every so often. You could tell he was close, the way he was rolling his hips, eyes squeezed shut and loud moans escaping him. You took this as a sign to increase your movement speed.

‘Wait- wai- stop!’ He stuttered out, pushing your head away from him.

‘What?’ You looked at him in confusion, wiping at your bottom lip.

‘I want to cum on your tits.’ Luckily you had worn a low cut top that day, so he lent down and hooked his fingers into the front of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your breasts. He stood up and started jerking himself off above you. You gave him a sly smirk as you looked up at him, licking your lips as you did so. Your hands came up to your chest and pushed your breasts together, making sure to tease him by playing with your nipples.

‘Ah fuck, I’m cumming!’ He whined out before he let himself go, thick ropes of cum landing on your breasts. He allowed himself to catch his breath before pulling up his pants and underwear. He smiled at you as he reached his hand down to help you up.

‘Ag hold on.’ He stammered when he noticed the mess he made on your chest. He grabbed some tissue and started to clean you up, a warm smile spread across your face at the loving gesture.

Once you were clean, he fixed your shirt and opened his arms wide for you to step into, which you gladly did. You stood on your toes to bring him into a kiss, hands resting on either side of his neck.

‘Happy birthday again Yoongi.’

‘Always know how to make it special huh jagi?’ You rolled your eyes at him, before resting your head on his warm chest.

‘In the morning I was thinking we could order breakfast? I would make you something but I’d probably burn it.’ You giggled, thinking about your terrible cooking skills.

‘Ordering in sounds good.’ He laughed back, taking your hand and leading you to bed. Neither of you got much sleep that night.

@jjaelly

[finallydelight]

MING??? HIATUS??? WHAT HAPPENED OH MY GOD

here's a chapter explaining Ming's hiatus!

The Evil Spread | Ming Chapter

tw: this story includes mentioning of blood, falling from stairs, coma and surgery. if any of this makes you uncomfortable I don’t recommend reading this. take care of yourselves, luvies! (thanks to @frankenstein852 for bringing it up!)

(not my gif!)

September 21, 2022

''I'm really excited to go to Indonesia.'' Ming told Cheol and Jeonghan, who were seated next to her on the floor in the practice room. In a few days they were leaving again for the next leg of their tour. 

They both nodded excitedly at her words. ''Yeah, remember when we went to Yogyakarta? I really want to do that again.'' Cheol said, reminiscing the time the three of them went on a trip there for a variety show. ''That was so much fun.'' Jeonghan added, smiling from ear to ear. 

''Let's start again, guys, then we can go home!'' Soonyoung loudly announced, encouraging the members to get up from the floor and join him in the middle of the room. Sighs and groans were heard throughout the room, but everyone obliged. 

As the members started walking into their positions for 'Left & Right', Ming's phone went off, indicating someone was calling her. She hesitantly looked at the performance leader, silently asking for permission to take the phone call. He sighed, but tilted his head towards the direction of her phone, letting her take the call. 

''It'll be just a minute, I swear!'' She promised him, a look of guilt crossing her face as she glanced at the other members. 

She took her phone out of her bag and saw it was Junghoon who was calling her, something that confused her as she could count all the times he had called her on one hand. She quickly left the practice room, wanting some privacy. 

''Hey, what's up?'' 

''Noona! You need to come now! Grandma fell from the stairs and she's not responding to us, please!'' Junghoon yelled into the phone, nothing but panic in his voice. 

Ming could feel her heart drop to her stomach. ''What? What do you mean? What happened?'' 

''I don't know, suddenly Jungwoo barged into my room and said grandma fell and that she wasn't waking up and it doesn't look like she's breathing, Noona you have to come now!'' The desperation in Junghoon's voice brought tears to her eyes. Her younger brother was a very stubborn young man and not the type to ask his older sister for much help. So, hearing him begging her to come to Daegu, made her realise how serious and scary the situation is. 

Ming also realised that she's the older one, her two younger brothers need them and despite her anxiety working up about her grandmother not being conscious, she knew she had to remain calm and help her brothers as much as she could. 

''Junghoon-ah, call an ambulance right now and listen to what they tell you to do. I'm not there right now, so you're gonna have to take care of Jungwoo, okay? I know he's freaking out right now, but you're gonna have to be strong for him, okay. Can you do that?'' Despite her voice being a shaky mess, she was able to get her message properly across to her brother. 

''Alright, but please hurry, we need you here!'' 

''Keep me updated, alright? I'm leaving right now, I promise you.'' She reassured him, trying to not let the panic and anxiety take over her body. 

''I will, please hurry, Noona!'' Junghoon hung up the phone, so he could call an ambulance for their grandmother. 

Ming stood frozen in her place for a few seconds, she didn't know how she was going to explain the situation to her members without it resulting in a full on panic attack. 

She slowly opened the door to the practice room, hearing the members mingling among themselves. ''That was more than 2 minutes, Yerim-ah.'' Soonyoung scolded her, without looking at the girl. 

''Yerim, are you okay?'' Chan's concerned voice exclaimed. The other members' focus went from their own separate conversations to the shaking girl standing in the doorway. 

''Can… can someone take me home?'' 

The members became instantly worried upon seeing the state she was in after her phone call. She looked pale, she seemed to be standing on shaking legs, her voice was scratchy and tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

Wonwoo, who was standing closest to her, took a couple steps forward and bent down. ''Hey, what's wrong?'' He tried to dry her tears with his hands, but she backed away from his touch. ''Please, I really need to go home right now.'' She begged them, making her way to her bag and coat. 

Cheol stopped her movements. ''Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?'' Ming tried to keep her facade up, but once she met Cheol's concerned eyes, she let her walls fall down. 

Heart-wrenching sobs started leaving her body, making her drop her bag and coat from her hands to the floor. The leader didn't hesitate and put his arms around the younger one, pressing her against his body. 

It didn't last long as Ming wrung herself out of his embrace. ''No, I need to leave now! Please can someone just take me home!'' She sobbed, her words barely understandable to the staff and members. 

''Honey, can you please tell us what's going on? Why do you need to go to the dorm?'' Joshua approached her, hoping the soft tone of his voice would calm her a bit down. 

''No, not the dorm! Daegu! I need someone to bring me to Daegu!'' She picked up her stuff again from the floor and frantically looked around, hoping someone would just listen to her and bring her to her family. 

Their manager joined them. ''Ming-ssi, if you just explain why you need to go to Daegu, we can figure some-'' 

''My grandmother is fucking dying! Now can someone get me to my brothers?'' She yelled, not at anyone in particular. Her frustration grew every second that went by. 

The room got silent upon Ming's yelling, stunned by the loudness of her voice and by what she revealed to them. The silence was interrupted by the rattling of keys. ''Come on, I'll take you.'' Hyerim stood up from the chair she had been sitting on and grabbed her bag. The choreographer carefully put her arm around the younger girl's shoulder and guided her outside of the practice room, to her car. 

The three hour-car ride consisted of Ming checking her phone every five seconds and Hyerim trying to calm her down and assuring her everything would be fine. Junghoon had sent her a text message, saying their grandmother was currently in surgery and that according to the doctors she was in critical condition. 

Eventually, she made it to the hospital. She thanked Hyerim for bringing her and told her she would be okay from now on and that she could go back to Seoul. Hyerim hesitated wanting to be there in case Ming or her family needed anything, but she assured her they would be fine. 

Ming quickly made her way to the reception to find out where her grandmother and brothers were. ''I'm here to see Lee Yeo Jeong, she was brought in a couple hours ago.'' 

''Are you family?'' The nurse asked her. The question frustrated Ming, but she knew it was kind of mandatory. ''Yes, I'm her granddaughter, my little brothers are also here.'' She answered her. 

The nurse typed some things into the computer. ''Ah, yes! She's currently in surgery and I think your brothers are in the surgical waiting area, that's on floor 4.'' 

''Thank you!'' Ming didn't care how ridiculous she looked running up the stairs of the hospital, she wanted to get to her brothers. 

After what seemed hours, she finally made it to the fourth floor and looked at the signs, searching for the waiting area. ''Noona!'' 

She looked to her right and saw Jungwoo running towards her, tears running down his face. She opened her arms for him and her youngest brother fell into her embrace, sobbing into her shoulder. ''I heard something fall on the ground and suddenly she was on the flo-'' 

''Sshhh, it's okay, calm down.'' Ming's fingers stroked her brother's hair, trying to ease his worries. ''I'm here now, okay? You're okay.'' 

Junghoon slowly approached his two siblings, looking down at the ground. He didn't say anything as he put his head on the other side of his sister's neck. ''She's still in surgery, Noona.'' Junghoon silently cried, contrasting his brother's sobbing. 

''Come on, let's sit down.'' 

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''No, she hasn't woken up… according to the doctors it's not going to happen any time soon… Jungwoo is tired but he doesn't want to go home… there's blood on the floor from her fall… I can try… I don't want to bother them, though… it's the middle of the night, dad… alright… yeah, I'll call them… okay… yeah, I'll call you once there are updates… Bye!'' Ming hung up the phone. She had the task to inform her father about their grandmother's fall and surgery. Their father is in Japan for his work and isn't able to make it back in the next couple of days. Despite their grandmother and father not being related by blood, they have a good bond. 

''And?'' Junghoon looked at her, with a sleepy Jungwoo on his shoulder. ''He's going to try and take a flight tomorrow, but he's not too sure about it.'' 

''Noona, what about Jungwoo? He has to go to university in like six hours.'' The elder brother showed his concerns for the youngest, something that didn't happen often. 

''I'm gonna try to call Cheol's parents, they don't live that far from here and Jungwoo can sleep there.'' 

Jungwoo protested. ''No, I want to stay here, I want to be here when she wakes up.'' Ming got up from her seat and crouched down in front of him. ''Sweetie, she's not going to wake up for at least a couple of days, you need to rest.'' She had grabbed his hand. 

''Jungwoo, it's for your own good. Grandma is going to hit you with her sandal if she knows you didn't rest properly before studying.'' Junghoon told him, trying to help his sister. 

''I'm just gonna call them now.'' Ming got her phone from her pocket and searched for the contact of Cheol's parents. She didn't have to search long and called them. 

It seemed like they weren't going to pick up, but after some ringing they did. ''Hello?'' 

''Hey, it's Yerim.'' Cheol's father had picked up, sounding very sleepy. 

''Yerimie! It's been a while!'' His previous grouchy tone was replaced by a very excited one. 

She smiled. ''Yes, uhm, I kind of need a favour from you.'' She hesitantly told him, suddenly getting shy asking him for something. 

''Of course, little one! What do you need?'' 

''I'm at the hospital right now with my family and my brother needs a place to sleep, so if it's not too much troubl-'' 

''It's no trouble, Yerimie! I'll leave here in about 5 minutes, okay? Make sure your brother is standing outside once I'm there! Is it Jungwoo or is it Junghoon?'' He asked her. 

''It's Jungwoo, the maknae.'' 

''Aaaah~ the ball of sunshine!'' 

That made her laugh. ''Yes, the ball of sunshine.'' 

''Alright, I'll be there in probably 10 minutes or something!'' He told her. 

''Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I really do, I owe you one, sir.'' She thanked him, feeling a huge wave of relief going through her body. ''You never need to thank me, Yerimie. That's what family is for.'' He dismissed it. 

The Choi family has always been very precious to her ever since she met Seungcheol. They've not only taken care of her, but also her younger brothers. Cheol's mother often referred to her as the 'daughter she never had', something Ming took great pride in. 

It took Jungwoo a lot of convincing to get him out of their grandmother's hospital room, but they managed to do it and get him outside in time for Seungcheol's father. 

He got in the backseat and opened his window to say goodbye to his sister, as Junghoon had stayed in the hospital room, just in case. ''Noona, I'll see you after school, right?'' 

''Of course, Jungwoo-ah. Make sure you get as much rest as you can, okay? I'll let you know if anything has happened.'' She promised him. 

''Okay, goodnight, Noona.'' She quickly kissed his cheek and also gave Cheol's father a hug. ''Please, make sure he gets to his university on time, I don't want him falling behind, he's doing so well now in school.'' Ming begged him. 

He nodded at her, giving her an assuring smile. ''Of course, Yerimie. We'll take good care of him and Yerimie,'' he grabbed her hand, ''please, call Seungcheol, he's worried sick and has been calling us non stop.'' 

She smiled at him, nodding her head. ''I will, drive safe!'' 

''Of course! If you guys need anything, don't hesitate to call us!'' He made her promise him, pointing his finger at her. 

''I will, don't worry!'' 

She waited outside until the car was out of sight, before making her way inside again. She would never tell her brothers this, but she was worried about the potential loss that would fall upon their family again.

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[nicktremblaywayfu]

Fighter (Arthur Harrow x F!Reader)

- !!!! MINORS DNI !!! -

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F!Reader

Words count : 11.648

Characters : Arthur Harrow, Reader, a brief moment with Layla, Marc, Jake, Ammit, and Khonshu

Tags : Slow burn, Smut, Self-insert reader, character x reader, Enemy to Lover

Warning : Plot with porn, unprotected sex (P in V), curse and swear words, Bite kink, Scratch kink, mention of abuse and neglect, blood, come part with violence, the reader dominated him at some point, Suicidal thoughts, attempt to do indirect suicide, possibly a death of one character (Tho i'll leave this character's fate up to your interpretation), Arthur is literally a warning lmao

Author Note : - The reader is an informant of a rich collector and lived in Indonesia at the moment.

-This was my first time writing full english fan-fiction so forgive any mistake and i hope you enjoy it as i had a blast writing it ;)

-I got the idea from here

Available on Ao3 soon

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Call me fighter

I'll mop the floor with you

Call me lover

I'll take you for a drink or two

You'll get older

And maybe then you'll feel some control

---

Your afternoon was already exhausting, and now your phone begs to be answered. Your target was a peculiar man, and he's no easy meal for this work. With his basic red clothing, he appeared humble. A worn pair of footwear, producing strange rattling noises between his stride. You are convinced he probably put glass shards inside his shoes.

You  just stared at the phone, resting on your bed with your cotton pals. It's not that you didn't complete your mission. Your boss's curiosity about the man's goal has been satiated. And whoever was on the other end of the ringing phone probably was not pleased. God only knows how he got your phone number and who you were. The thought in your mind led you to pick up the phone and see what the old man wanted.

"I was about to worry that you wouldn't pick up my call," the speaker says in a rough yet whispery voice.

"There's no need to be concerned, priest. My boss was simply intrigued. Whether you've completed your religious duty, he merely wants to know if there are any leftovers he can take." Your lips emit an unfriendly sound.

"I'm not a priest. I was just a simple man assigned by a goddess with cleaning up the world. to release your from your unjust punishment"

"Hmm hmm, and that's clearly not our objective. Then get her out immediately. I couldn't care less. I did not cause you or your goddess any harm. So just leave me alone. I don't want to hear your voice any longer."

A slightly agitated tone, hoping it would pierce through his heart. The third party between them was silence. Until another deep husky voice is heard.

"There's no reason to solicit your rage. I'm just curious what you'd do with the fact that you're carrying right now-"

"Didn't I tell you already?! The leftovers. Whatever it may be. The artifacts. The gold and silver. The actual photo of the goddess." You became agitated.

"Or perhaps," You said softly.

"You ? Whatever I can obtain from you, it shall be"

"I'm curious what you can take from me. I don't waste my money on frivolous items. You'd never find riches in my pocket "He chuckles lightly, unconcerned at the threat.

"Your heart. That'll do."

"My, I suppose I need that to cross to the reed field," a stillness returns.

"That is, assuming she would approve my penance," he sighs. There was something he was concerned about.

"The only thing you'd have to worry about is me putting your red blood pumping organs on display in my cabinet. But if you insist on pestering me, I'd prefer to implement my plan as soon as possible."

The conversation ended with a phone click. If he wants to continue to bother me with a lot of chats, that's his choice. You eventually rested your head on the pillow, dreamless.

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It was just another Saturday in your normal week. In a coffee shop near your house, it was just you and your peace. The seats were half full and fortunately, everyone appeared to be minding their own business.

Until a man with a cane entered through the glass door and said he was looking for someone. As a result, the barista pointed to a corner seat with a painting and a yellow light above it. You slumped back in his seat. You exhaled forcefully. A couple glanced at you briefly before continuing their talk without more consideration. The man grinned at the short woman and approached you with his iconic cane.

"I hope this seat isn't taken," he said as he stood a short distance away, waiting for your permission to sit.

You  gave him a harsh look before placing your backpack next to your feet.

"The seat was occupied by the voice of my intrusive thoughts that want to end you at this location, but proceed."

"I'm delighted I can see you again without having to go looking for you. This city is lovely, although things can get a little overwhelming, especially when it comes to finding someone..."

You  raised your brow.

"...as little as you"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. This isn't the first time someone has commented on your height. You're accustomed to it. However, his statements could be interpreted metaphorically.

"I am, indeed, shorter than you. Thank you for your observation. That was almost forgotten." Under your inaudible whisper, you cursed, one side of your upper lips raised. Fucker.

"I never said that was a disadvantage. You can conceal your body in the smallest spot where no one can see it. You could even hide beneath this table and I wouldn't notice."

"I'm not going to hide from you. Give me more threat, and I'll mop this floor with your face " You tilted your head, leaned in toward him, your brow wrinkled and your gaze as piercing as a dagger.

"But you did say you'd pluck my heart from its hiding place inside my rib cage. I guess we're even now " He also leaned in.

You could see each other's eyes since the distance between them was so close. You could see his alluring, stunning blue eyes. Anyone who didn't know would think you were dating and having romantic feelings for each other.

"But we're not here to discuss what we're going to do in the future."

"Correct. We've come to enjoy whatever we've been served. Look, this week has already been exhausting for me, and you come to spoil my day as if you rule the entire world. Don't you have more important things to accomplish than piss me off?" Your parted lips produce  rapid paragraphs with an agitated tone. Because his presence overwhelmed you with every form of hatred you possessed.

You  shifted your gaze to your phone, ignoring the old man, who was now looking at you with remorse. You didn't care whether it was just another ruse or whether he was genuine.

"Then I really apologize for bothering you in your afternoon. Let me, at the absolute least, accompany you in your loneliness "He nodded and stood up to order a plain black coffee. Looking at you, he lifted his cane on the seat. He seemed to be instructing you to keep an eye on it.

Loneliness.

You only gave the old man a passing glance before returning to his cane laying on the seat. Tempting. I'm curious how much this would sell for on the market. Perhaps my big boss would want to keep it to himself so he could gaze at it with his eyes every day? your thoughts were interrupted when he returned with a small cup of coffee in his hand. He placed it very next to your drink, touching each other. You ignored him and returned to your phone.

"Do not be concerned; there is no need to speak again. We'll take advantage of the silence to unwind "He drank a sip of coffee.

It was still really hot. His expression tells you. His tongue should be burned. While coated with fake sneezing, you almost laughed. You've earned it.

The silence lasts an hour.  you were engaged in a conversation over your phone, whilst Arthur was observing the incoming and outgoing guests as if he could read their minds. Your beverage is no longer touching, and it is already empty.

"I'm going home. Unless you want to stay, I believe you should move off of your seat as well "Her voice is softer than it was before. Your wrath appears to leave the area before you.

"Do you think you'd be willing to give me a ride? Maybe you could show me a little bit about this place." The elderly man arched his brows. A small smile begged you to say yes.

"I don't take strangers for rides."

"Oh, where has my manners gone? We didn't even know what each other's names were-"

"Yet you possess my phone number. Surprising, isn't it?"

"Regarding that, someone happened to know your phone number and generously handed it to me. Don't worry, I'll erase your phone number after everything is accomplished."

"I can't wait to be at peace once more."

Her rage appeared to be returning to the location, as it has left something behind.

"Harrow, Arthur. But please address me as Arthur." He extended his hand for a warm handshake.

You told his name as well and sluggishly grasped his hand in yours.

The handshake was solid and gripped tightly. The difference in their sizes is noticeable. After you left, his fingers brushed over the back of your palm.

"Perhaps you've changed your mind now that we're no longer strangers?" He cocked his head. Like a puppy begging a treat.

It's difficult to know whether he was being deceptive or genuine. You can tell what a manipulator would say, but what about gestures? Not by much.

"Fine. Tell me where you're staying, and I'll get you there as soon as possible."

"I don't have a house here, but one of my fol-" he pauses for a moment.

"I mean, a friend has graciously allowed me to stay in their spare house. Some wealthy individuals retain their heart and kindness. I'm glad."

"Where exactly is it?"

Arthur pulled out a piece of paper with an address printed on it.

"Could you perhaps help me in reading it? Just wanted to make sure of the address."

You  took the paper and carefully read it. For a brief moment, your heart rate decreased. It was the same housing complex as yours, and it was directly next to you. You had heard that there would be a visitor. You had never given it much thought until now. This time, the guest is none other than Arthur Harrow. You fixed your gaze on him.

"Do you know anyone else that lives here?"

"Are you referring to the neighborhood? I haven't met them all. I just got here this morning."

You  soon devised a strategy to conceal the fact that you lived right next to his stay. Your friends may be kind enough to let you remain in their apartment for a while, but for how long? Guess I'm just going to keep a knife beside my bed.

You  motioned for him to follow you. When you came on your motorcycle, you took a spare helmet from inside the seat.

"Wear it. I don't want to have to explain to a cop why I'm not giving a foreigner a helmet."

He nodded and put the helmet on his head. He struggled to clip it on, indicating that he rarely uses such items. You sighed, then helped him to clip his helmet on. Your eyes met his gaze again and stopped for a second before you gestured to him to get on the seat.

The motorcycle is now filled with two people of vastly different sizes. For balance, he softly grabbed your shoulder. Your heart was struck by unusual feelings as a result of the touch. What the fuck. Remember that you were giving a lift to a dangerous individual.

"You could...grab my waist instead.  Way easier. If you fell, things would get worse, which no one wants."

 Your thoughts were mocking you. Dumbfuck. Your mind and feelings are now separate entities within you. Whoever takes control of your mouth wins the battle.

Arthur lowered his hands to your waist slowly. His arms were now coiled over your small torso, and his palms were clasped together. You could feel the old man's breath on your neck. It was warm, and you could feel him breathing purposefully on your neck. You drove to your house complex when everything was settled. You couldn't disguise the fact that you lived there, but you can hide it for a night. The ride was swift and quiet. In any case, you can't hear one other over the din of the metropolis.

You spoke very little. You never told him you lived there. He simply thanked you, which was reassuring until he requested you to remove your helmet. He then whispered very near to your ear, as if you could feel the movement of his lips.

"I expect you to arrive tomorrow night at my other place near the mountain's hills."

Your eyes widened as you gazed at him.

"I'll give you the address later tonight. Once you've settled into your bed at home,"

You  swore to God you felt his lips brush against the side of your cheek.

"We'll see about that."

You  drove away before he could say anything. To wherever your mind directed you. From a greater distance, he glanced at you.

—

The sun hid behind the clouds and built as if it were a shy girl, with blue and pinkish hues embellishing the sky. It seemed almost as if the earth's surface was wrapped with cotton candy as the sky. The air is clean, free of the smoke of passing cars or the clamor of people complaining about being late for work.

You had arrived at midnight before. Because the city never sleeps, it's easy to find a crowded yet safe spot to stay out for a while. Fortunately, your college pals enjoy free snacks and meals, so it was simple to inquire if anyone would like to accompany you. Nothing extravagant, but your favorite meal from the cafe suffices. And you chose the busiest road to your house for your own safety.

You  walked through the stairs with a bag of cat kibble in your hand. A stray cat had been sleeping on your terrace for months. He was wary of their first meeting until you offered him some food. He would now lie on your lap and show you his stomach. 

There was no black and white fur ball on your porch, however. The bowl remains empty. Until you heard a raspy meow next door. It was your very own stray cat, which you treated as if it were a pet. The cat ate from a plastic bowl, not from you.

You  cast a peek towards Arthur, the man who had brought him a meal. He was taken aback by your appearance. Then he smiled at you, making the morning feel warmer.

"I had no idea you lived next door. What a funny coincidence."

"Obviously, I've been in this house for more than you know."

You  had a plain expression on your face. The idea that  you had to live next to a man who could endanger you at any time is something you never expected to happen in your life. You witnessed and will never forget the time when he killed numerous people with the touch of his palms. Whatever it was, he dubbed it "Judgement." However, he hadn't got the opportunity to pass judgment on you. But he might, sooner or later. He has the ability to be unpredictable if he so desires.

He returned to the cat's gaze, who had now rolled up his body to reveal his belly. A feline's trust.

"I'm sorry if it appears like I took your valuable breakfast time with him. But I couldn't bear the thought of him standing in front of your house, hungry and cold. I spotted his bowl on your porch, so I'm guessing you feed him frequently "He explained that he owed your an explanation.

"At the very least, he's stuffed. It doesn't matter who feeds him as long as it isn't poison."

You  filled up the bowl for the cat's lunch. You then gave him another glance.

"I appreciate you feeding him."

He simply nodded and smiled in response.

The warm and friendly chat should not take away from his genuine nature, or from his offer for tonight. He wanted you to come to a location far from your house. The path is not particularly large, and it is easy to become disoriented. You should have been concerned and declined his invitation, but you couldn't. You can't in any case. He could just knock on your door if you decided to stay and never go.

Why was he so anxious to me knowing about his grand, world-destroying plan? Why didn't he intervene with my boss, who is the true source of this idea? As if I'm going to get in the way of the plan anyway.

You  had spent the afternoon laying on your bed, so the afternoon flew by. You were lazily spending time with your phone and food.

The dusk peered through the window, as if to say, It's time to meet him. You wished to do it as soon as possible. The faster, the better. You required an hour to get to the hill, but because you went there so frequently, one hour felt like ten minutes. You didn't mind at all.

You  returned your gaze to the mirror. In the morning, you had your hair done. It was a costly one, but you were pleased with the outcome.

He's going to love it.

With such an unexpected idea, you smacked your cheek. What the bloody hell are you talking about ? 

Arthur would certainly mock you even more, but you don't mind. Even if you died tonight, you would have looked amazing in your preferred look.

You  chose a fancy, if not overly formal, setting for a fatal meeting. Dark as the night sky is the colour of the outfit you picked.

Her mirror now portrayed a woman dressed formally. You combed your hair, should today be the day of your death, you wished to look dashing at the very least.

---

The mountain's hill is as frigid as usual. Your suit is concealed beneath a gray jacket. You rode your motorcycle to a less populated, upper part of the hill of the mountain. The road was becoming less crowded, and you were now completely alone in this way. The moon is as gloomy as it was during its sleeping phase, and heavy clouds cover the night sky.

You were finally here. The place is empty. There was simply a table and two seats, with an old man staring out from the top of the hill. If you were dating, this would be an ideal location for a romantic supper with a view. It's safe to become a little freaky even, although the ghosts will not approve.

The man didn't appear to notice, or was waiting for you to draw his attention to him. You cleared your throat as a signal to him that you had arrived.

"Isn't it stunning? The view is ideal for this charming city."

You  didn't mind what he said. You took a seat and fixed your focus on him. Wrath is creeping up on you again. He finally turned his gaze to you. On the table was a little bulb with enough light to view each other's faces.

"I see you've planned thoroughly for our delightful meeting."

"Can you please get to the point?"

"Allow me to compliment your hairstyle first. It appeals to me. It's perfect for you."

You  laughed a bit, with one side mouth pulled up.

"Really ? you still spare a moment to put a compliment before you execute god-knows-what of your plan to me?"

"My dear, your look is beautiful as always, as tonight I noticed you put in a little more effort on it. If we are in an affair, I'd love to gaze at you everyday every time."

You wrinkled your brow and pouted your lips. That felt almost genuine. But it isn't. Focus ! He wasn't given the moniker "master manipulator" for nothing.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I do not believe we are on a date. Be quick, because I don't have all day."

He laughed at you with velvety, deep chuckles. His other true nature was now revealing itself.

"I knew you weren't there because you sincerely wanted to serve your highness from the beginning. The way you dress, walk, and look " He leaned in closer to you.

"The way you are looking at me". The dull yellow light on the table illuminated his face.

"And I believe you didn't notice any harm I did, didn't you?"

"True. You didn't wish any harm, and neither did I. But the way I stared at you, the way I could practically hear Ammit yourself tell me to look deeper into you."

You’re gaze remained focused on him.

"You had something unique about you. Therefore, I'd love to learn more about you rather than... "He reclined in his seat.

"Your boss."

He seemed to be having a monologue rather than a two-way conversation. You swore to God, his conversation was almost like a bedtime story.

"Is that all? Is that why you followed me? That's creepy as fuck, you creepy old fucker." After you finished your cursing, your tongue clicked.

"What comes next? Don't tell me you brought others here."

"I didn't do that. It was just you and me. My lodging is close by. It is so close that I simply need a few minutes to walk there."

You weren't sure if that was information or another factor prompting you to get up and leave right now. You took in the scenery. There was a vast gap down below, almost like a cliff. You could push him, and his body would most likely not be discovered for weeks. That would be your backup plan.

"Can I consider this finished now that I know why you're obsessed with me? I did inform you what I desired, for which I would most likely have to wait months with patience."

" Let me make you an offer before you head down to the city."

He gripped your wrist tightly but not painfully. His eyes pierced your soul, which was more furious than before.

"You should pay a visit to my people. Ammit's devoted followers. The seeker of ultimate justice from the Goddess of Judgment."

"Thank you so much but I'm good as hell old man-"

"We could give you whatever you want," he said softly as he drew your close.

"We've got food. We have a place to call home. We have somewhere to stay." He drew you in closer. Now, at such close proximity, their faces almost meet.

"I could give anything you require. I am available to accompany you at any moment. I can... "He came to a brief pause. He noticed you being concerned about your safety. His free hand caressed your cheek and drew you in closer than before.

"I can even shower you with affection. I can take away your loneliness."

You's upper lip was elevated on one side.

" We can even share the same surname " He shifted his gaze to the side. Eyebrows raised, as if to conceal his nasty manipulating character. Your brow furrowed, and your lifted lip revealed your teeth big with your fangs slightly bigger.

You instantly shook your head, your mouth curled to the side and your brows furrowed. You looked down for a little minute before returning your sight to him. Finally, your lips parted.

"What if I refuse? I hope I have a choice here."

"In that case," he said, letting go of your hand and cheek and leaning back in his seat, sighing. Then he grasped for his goddess's staff.

"I think we should find another route," he said, raising his cane and pointing at your with the staff.

You  moved the table to the side and smacked him before he could blink. The  act was as quick as the wind roaring to make the night extra chilly. You pushed him out of his chair and pinned both of his arms to the ground. His wrist was clenched, and your claws drove into his skin. The cane had slipped from his hold, but it was not far away.

"Listen. Carefully. An old foreigner who arrived only yesterday. Listen. As I have no wish to repeat it." It's now your turn to deliver your monologue on stage. Your breath has changed into monstrous growls from your neck, your lips revealing a pair of fangs larger than the rest of your teeth.

"I do not. I'll say it again: I don't welcome such threats. I don't want my decision to be forced upon me again.  It would never happen again in my fucking life, especially on my fucking face like that " You gave him a dark chuckle.

"Oh god. I believed I was about to be free, but then you came along. You. Do you truly believe you have the power to take away my free will, Arthur Harrow? Do you honestly believe you have the authority to take what's  mine away? Do you consider yourself a priest or a clown?"

Her head slanted to the side, lower and lower. It was as if you had been possessed by a wrathful demon. Your breath was heavy and sluggish, accompanied by growls. You widened your eyes and refused to blink because you will not allow him to escape your gaze.

For once, Arthur was silent. He was taken aback by your unexpected strength, but he didn't let his guard down. After all, he was bigger and stronger than you were.

"That's impressive, dear. I must admit that your words and strength astound me." For a little moment, he smiled.

Arthur gave you a strong headbutt on the forehead just as you thought you had control of the situation. When you flinched, you unintentionally let go of his hand. You were hurt by the hit, and you were dizzy right now. Arthur stood up and took up his staff. With you crouching down and his hand on your head, he appears much taller. One of your hands reached into your suit pocket for something.

You  hit him with a red box cutter you had hidden in your outfit right before he slammed his cane against you. The strike was foolish, but it bought you some time before he did some magic with his cane. The combat was intense, yet you were reckless throughout. You had never properly trained for a fight and are now facing a fit man with dozens of years of fight experience. You attempted to stab him while he was defending himself. A kick hit on your abdomen, causing discomfort but not knocking you down. You were just too enraged to be shoved down.

You  sprang at him, your blade aimed to hit his face. He struck back against your attack, leaving a long, slashed line from your cheek to your chin. It's a good thing it didn't get to your eyes. Your wide lips let forth a groan. It hurt. It wasn't quite as painful because it wasn't a deep cut, but it still ached. Your wound was dripping with blood. You came to a brief halt, prompting Arthur to take a breather. A sense of worry and remorse knocked on his mind's door. His lips parted, but he said nothing.

You swiftly stood upright and landed a sharp scratch mark on his neck as he was about to reach you. Your nail was sharpened yesterday afternoon, resulting in a bleeding wound. It wasn't lethal, but it hurt nonetheless. The unexpected movement caught him off guard, so you took advantage of the opportunity to flee as quickly as possible, starting your motorcycle. You drove immediately to a hospital without saying anything. The wound was not life-threatening, but you will not risk infection.

He just stood there with one hand on his neck wound. Fingers are now smeared with blood. He looked at you from afar, thinking about something. Nobody enjoys threats. But what about the way you reacted and fought? What about the way you utilize your claw-like nails and show your teeth? Something about your past and your persistent condition touched him. Something to do with your survival instinct.

---

The scar on your body has healed, but not the one he left in your heart and mind. The fight was two weeks ago. Physical harm was something you could tolerate, but the way he threatened you so suddenly was something you couldn't simply forgive. Hatred joined forces with your thoughts, telling you, I told you so.

You  examined yourself in the mirror. The scar did not bother you in the least. The cut gave you the impression that you were in the midst of a fierce, heroic conflict. In actuality, it was a stressful fight with a significant skill gap. Not to add that his body was far larger and taller than yours.

Luckily, he was still on the hills. Until he decided to mess with you again, his stay beside yours remained empty. Today, however, is not the day. The clock indicated that it was time to go get your lunch. Your favorite street snack would be delicious. So you got on your motorcycle and rode away from your residence in the afternoon.

The road was not as busy. You chose to visit the local park. There were fewer people than predicted. You traveled south, hoping to find your favorite snack. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you going till dusk. The day was pleasant for you, with a drink in your left hand and food in your right.

You  noticed the man you disliked just as you completed your lunch. He wasn't looking at you right now because he was talking to a snack merchant. Whatever it was, this is most likely gathering information. Even your current location. You walked quickly to your motorcycle, and just as you were ready to start it, he caught sight of you. He hadn't expected to see you after all these weeks. You continued driving as fast as you could, not looking back at the man who had called your name. I swear to God, the audacity he possessed.

Her driving was quick but not dangerous. You would not risk a mishap. You didn't intend to return home straight away because you knew he'd be waiting for you. Worse, he was most likely waiting inside your house. Instead, you went to the hill. He couldn't possibly be there, given the distance between the park and the hill. You had long wondered about a hidden location you discovered on a map, so you decided to visit it. The location was near the top half of a hillside lagoon. The lagoon was stunning, with its brilliant blue color. 

He had the similiar blue type on his eyes.

 Such a notion almost caused you to trip, as you seemed to zone out a little. A loud beep from a car screaming at you to move out of the driver's path.

You  had finally come. Because the location was only marked on the map, you had to walk a short distance from the lagoon. You felt relieved that the majority of people were unaware of the place. There's only your and possibly some shy animal hiding from you. The sight was spectacular. The lagoon could be seen down below on the left. The silhouette of the mountain could be seen on the right. You set down your backpack, removed your jacket, and lay down. In this autumn season, the sun was shining but not quite hot. The silence was your sole companion until you heard the sound of crushed branches. You immediately stood up, your gaze fixed on the source of the noise. It was a small girl in a pink outfit who was staring at you as you were caught doing something. You were relieved because there was no way a child could cause major harm. Neither does the child appear to be mischievous.

The child remained mute before you asked her parents whereabouts, fleeing from you. You were bewildered, but you returned to your first posture. You breathed to calm your body and closed your eyes to quiet your mind.

Her personal peace and quiet time lasts barely 30 minutes. Your eyes widened, your brows pinched, and your mouth scowled when you heard a familiar, glass-crunching step not far away. A familiar sound of a cane tapping followed. The source of the noise was now visible in your field of vision, with him kneeling and staring down at you as you lay on the grass. His lips parted as he prepared to say something, but you jumped up and headbutted him at the same time. The man flinched and groaned somewhat, then dropped, and their positions switched. You pulled out your pocket knife and leveled it at him. He gazed up at you, a blade pointing at him an inch away. The sun shone on your face, revealing a prominent scar on your cheek, which sparked their discourse.

"I would like to apologize for what I did that night. It was foolish of me to frighten you." To escape the blade pointed at his center of forehead, he tilted his head.

"I don't care if you apologize a thousand times. It will not revoke your deed to me." Your arms remained straightened to him, now following the movement of his head.

"I have a dermatologist acquaintance.  I'll ask him to write you a prescription for your wound. Just for you, since I am sorry that I have caused you harm."

"The scar wasn't the main issue. If you try again, I might spare your life."

Her dagger-sharp eyes remained set on him, and your fatigued arm begged your to lower the aim, but you ignored it. He exhaled and closed his eyes for a bit to consider what to say. He might just utter whatever his mind had prepared, but today is an exception. You felt both satisfied and apprehensive when he saw Arthur sitting like that, knees extended forward and arms supporting his torso. He may run up to you at any time and steal your knife. He reopened his eyes.

"The feelings that you are in continual survival instinct as your life has been fashioned by abuse, your mind telling you that the only one who would stand for you are yourself because of the neglection you received.  Yes, it was my error that triggered your fight or flight response. Or, more precisely, your battle instinct." Your arms were freed as he lowered your aim.

Your  upper lips parted in surprise. I haven't even mentioned my entire shitty life. How in the universe did he know? Even he couldn't see your ranting and venting on social media.

"You're wondering if your continual survival instinct was the proper thing to do. But I can guarantee you that your action was only to protect yourself from harm. Defending oneself against harm is part of justice, and you deserve it." As your aim raised again to his chest, he carefully stood up with his cane.

"There's no need to harm me. You may safely tell your mind that we are not in a dangerous scenario." He lowered your aim once more, but your hand is now stubborn, refusing to be placed on your side of the body.

"There's no danger ? you touched my face the last time, and there was a scar on it. I do feel secure, yeah." You cynically grinned at him as you gently shook your head.

"Your fear of being injured is legitimate, but please believe me right now."

"If you wanted to kill me, Arthur, just do it.  There is no need for an additional monologue. Take my soul and offer it to your goddess. What you described was the only thing I'd lost. Torture." You stowed your blade.

The thought of desiring death clutched your consciousness once more. He was correct. Your entire existence has been filled with sorrow and suffering, forcing you to rely on a long-term survival instinct. Everything, your family, was a threat to you. Even you to yourself sometimes. It appears you were fated to live in constant anguish and fear. Even if you pretended that "it is what it is," You couldn't disguise it in your chuckles and grins. You were deeply traumatized on the inside. The sound of plates being stacked could even startle you.

"Do you want to die?" Arthur turned his attention to his cane.

"Or are you looking for justice?" With the cane in between, he slowly cupped your palm on his.

"Whatever your goddess decides. I'm losing faith in obtaining help regardless."

He nodded, a sorry expression on his face. He understood what you had gone through. He knew everything about your past. That is his gift. His strength. It mostly provided him with a significant advantage in manipulating someone. To force them to do anything he desired. To disrupt their thoughts and plans. But what about in this case? Would it be right to trick someone who made him as he looked into a mirror of his past? What distinguishes him from his past master, Khonshu, who always preyed on people in their most vulnerable state, especially those with comparable past issues?

After he moved his cane to cast the judgment, he held your palms tightly but gently, his finger brushing your palm. He was confident that his goddess would choose the best for you. If death is the end, you can finally rest. He would inform everyone you knew that you were now in the eternal rest you craved. If it were  life, he'd make it his responsibility, even if it wasn't his business. He could just leave you after Ammit spares your life, but he refuses.

The scale needed a little more time to consider your fate. Too much happened in your past, too many situations to decide in your future. Arthur, as usual, was concerned about the outcome. Even if it was your wish, he couldn't bear the thought of holding a pale body of someone who was only trying to survive. You, on the other hand, appeared to be in control. Your thoughts had already faded out, leaving you with an empty, almost sad-looking visage. You could already taste the pleasures of a painless death. You can't wait to taste what it's like to die.

The scale has finally shifted. With the scale leaning to the left, the black color began to take on a red tinge. For a split second, his heart rate slowed. You smiled as you could finally taste the eternal calm for the first time. But that was only for a brief moment. The crimson gradually faded into green, and the scale was finally balanced. Both are taken aback by the outcome.

This was the first time he witnessed someone being able to correct their scale, whether you were aware of it or not. Whether it happened or was predestined to happen in the future. Whatever penance or redemption you performed, Goddess Ammit was impressed. It was a big relief for him. Your breath not only has become his responsibility and care, but it also gave him a ray of hope. A wish of possibility that his years of penance would eventually fix his imbalance. You gave him hope.

Before you could object, he drew you into a tight, squeezing hug. He was at a loss for words to describe how much happy he was. Thousands of times praising your highness would not be enough for him. At first, you were too astonished to return the hug. Your face was buried to his chest, your feet slightly elevated, and he buried his face to your shoulder. You noticed your shoulder was a touch damp. It was difficult to breathe as the oxygen blended with his aroma, your nose pressed between his ribs. The hug lasted longer than you had anticipated. It's something that a dangerous man touched me right now. He could have just drawn a knife and stabbed me.

Speaking of the knife, you recognized that your knife had fallen while you were still grasping his staff. You paused for a moment before wrapping your arms around him. He was remarkably soft for someone with his body type. As you tightened your arms around him, you could feel the warmth on his back. The sun now shone on a couple that could intimately relate to each other, embracing. You let go of your resentment. After all, how long has it been since she's gotten a hug? You gently patted his back as you heard him sob softly. It warmed your heart to hear a guy who would slay everyone the goddess judged unworthy sobbing on you. He attempted to keep it hidden, but his emotions overcame him.

He reluctantly let go of the embrace, wanting to stay in the warmth forever. His eyes were a little misty, and his lips formed a wide smile that revealed his crooked teeth. His face got lines and wrinkles that showed how old he was. He cupped your cheek once more and pressed towards you until you stopped him right there.

"Hey hey ! What are you doing? I was only allowing you to hug me."

You  refused his kissing attempt not because you disliked him. A rose was blooming inside your heart for him, but you needed more time to be sure he was the right man for you.

"Oh ! My mistake, I thought- I was just-..." He was nervous because he believed his feelings had been rejected. At least for the time being.

"Can we at least lay our forehead on each other ?   If you don't want to, that's alright." He pleaded because he needed it right away.

“Fine. But only the forehead." You allowed yours to clash with his. 

He closed his eyes and felt your breath and the warmth of your body and the sun. He took slow, deep breaths, appreciating the fleeting moment. Then he finally let you go, embracing you briefly again. He wants to kiss you on the cheek, but if you say no now, then it's not the right time.

You felt awful on the inside for refusing his kiss. You desired it. But you didn't want to take any chances.  you smiled softly as you put a strain of hair on his head to the back of his ear. Every form of hatred has been broken with nothing more than an embrace. He can always request one from his followers, and it would be their honor to oblige. But this one is unique. His lips parted, and he eventually said something about the judgment.

"I'm just glad that this time I saw that such imbalance scales may be corrected." His voice is considerably softer than it was during their initial meeting, when he constantly spoke in a gruff, whisper-like tone.

"I used to think it was impossible, but now I see it." He squished your face and cupped your cheek. You tried to speak with the two sides of your face nearly clamped together.

"Ammit was right when you advised me to investigate you further. You wanted to show it to me. Tell me how you did it. How do you redeem yourself?" His expression was filled with joy. He resembled a child who had been given cookies as a reward.

"I haven't a clue.  Perhaps you can ask in person once you are released from prison." You clutched your red cheek, which was now free of his grasp. Your face was uncomfortably red due to a combination of flushed cheeks and his squish.

 He chuckled, but not in a nasty, sarcastic way. It was a genuine reaction. His manipulative character had been buried, and his soft side was now driving his actions. He ruffled your hair, clearly pleased with himself. You are still perplexed, but decide to accept his compassion. You had no idea how to balance your scales. Hell, she'd never thought about this strange judging system in your life.

"Perhaps I was only trying to survive, therefore all my actions counted as self-defense.  As a result, it's not a crime for you."

"Have you ever caused someone pain?"

"Oh many."

"No, what I mean is when you physically and emotionally harm somebody so badly?"

You looked at him, puzzled.

"How could I?  I know what it's like to be hurt. I only hurt those who have injured me."

"I know you're a good person, just as I suspected." He pressed his body into your for another hug, the third of the day. Your thoughts had turned to how many hugs you would receive if you lived with this man.

He scoffed without saying anything. He then took in the breathtaking panorama of the peak. It represents how high his hope and happiness are right now. You took advantage of the opportunity to gaze into his pure, steely blue eyes. It was lovely now. You can now appreciate his beautiful eyes and pleasant features, unlike when you met at the coffee shop.

You  felt something take your free hand, which turned out to be Arthur's hand taking your in his. You had a flash of insight.

"I nearly forgot. Your staff."  you gave it to him, and its eyes are now sparkling with purple light. You don't mind because you don't understand such ancient Egyptian magic.

"Would you mind holding it for a moment?  I believe the goddess would like to see you more closely." Arthur became aware of the glow. There's no way it's glowing so brightly in your hand without reason.

You nodded, and you drew the crocodile's heads closer to you. The radiance appears to be brighter presently. It was fascinating to look at. There was stillness between them once again.

"It appears that we need to go home right now.  Are you going to stay on the hill or?"

"I suppose I'll stay next to your house."

"Okay, then."

They strolled side by side, hand in hand. You moved fast, but you took care not to trip the old man. They arrived on your motorcycle, ready to ride down to the city. For balance, the man embraced your waist tightly this time. You drove down the hill to your house. When you arrived, your feline was the lone one in your house, napping on the doormat. Arthur stepped out of his seat and requested you to remove your helmet. He's not threatening your this time, but he just wants to see your face and hear you clearly.

"I appreciate your faith in me. Thank you for revealing your truth to me."

"To be honest, I have no knowledge about that stuff, but you're welcome. And I believe we're all good now."

"You've forgiven me?"

"It appears so." You shrugged your shoulders, pouting your lips and raising your brows. There's no use in hating him now that you've shared your experience with him.

The man scoffed, and as soon as he turned his back on you, he returned his eyes to you.

"I nearly forgot."

He cradled your cheek in his palm and kissed your lips. It was a long, deep kiss. You were taken aback, but you had no desire to object. Your heart was the loudest of your organs swooning over this man. Finally, he let go of the kiss. He remained a dangerous man, but not to you anymore. Not for someone with whom he can share, not for someone with whom he can relate. He left your lips wide and your face as red as boiled lobster.

"Wait, what the fuck was that?"

"I didn't hear a single 'no’.'"

"Certainly, but someone could be watching right now!"

Arthur had a look around. There was no one there, but witnesses could be hidden somewhere.

"Let them look on in envy." He chuckled, brushed his lips across your cheek, and then went to his door. He returned his gaze to you before entering his dwelling.

Your brain is still absorbing whatever happened. It felt great. You smiled on yourself and giggled on your way inside

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Sunday afternoons had never felt so good, especially now that you were sitting next to your own sweetheart. Someone who previously scarred you and now loves you. The barrier of resentment that previously separated you from him has crumbled. Your scar on your cheek has vanished, leaving only a faint line. You had hoped the scar wouldn't go so quickly.

You  took another spoon of soft serve sundae into your mouth.  Arthur sipped his lemon tea next to you, hand curled over your shoulder. The chilly dessert was a perfect match for this beautiful afternoon although  He wasn't generally a fan of such trendy beverages. He never understood the craze of tea with strange jelly things inside, so he chose the most basic menu offered. Their date wasn't extraordinary, but it was lovely anyway. You had intended to take Arthur to an expensive western cuisine dining restaurant, but he declined because he is not a man of luxury. That was why you were currently sitting on a bench in a town center, watching folks have their time.

Although some people took a second look at you since your clothing was too nice for such a simple date. You wore elegant outfits, looking like you had an important meeting rather than a date. Arthur is dressed as usual in his iconic basic red shirt. Along with a basic perfume, it was his favorite attire. He rarely used the perfume, but he wanted to look his best for you. His cane rested next to him, with no purple light glowing as it, too, savored the afternoon peace.

The soothing silence was finally broken when Arthur parted his lips and searched down for a topic to discuss. He paused for a bit, debating whether now was the appropriate time to tell. But he chose to keep going.

"Have you ever considered taking a break from thinking about other people?" He chose his words carefully, not wanting to disrupt their precious time.

"What's the deal with the question?" You looked at him, surprised.

"My thoughts wandered to random thoughts. We had only spent a few days together, yet you have done so much for me."

"I'm the one who invited you out, thus I'm the one who paid for it."

"You didn't just pay, sweetheart. You also took me for a ride. Not to mention that you drove me to the upper hill during my second stay yesterday."

"It's a tiny effort, really. After all, I appreciate the hill's outlook, so why not?"

Arthur gave a nod. A tiny deed for you, but you truly did a lot for him. You also took him on a city trip last week. You took him to many vacation spots, including one that requires a special tour guide to enter. Arthur was always fascinated by god myths, his favorite being Egyptian gods. Learning about cultural heritage was also incredibly educational for him. When you took him to a museum, he asked so many questions that their tour time was up. Fortunately, the tour guide appreciated his energy and explained every aspect without fail. You had even visited his hillside compound and assisted with the kitchen team, from cooking to dishwashing. The folks in his compound adored you, and you even informed him that if he ever needed a wife, he should consider you. You may not yet be a part of the community. But you had done a lot to help his people.

They continue to converse about everything you can find before falling back into another peaceful stillness. They thoroughly loved one other's company. You would occasionally lean against Arthur's soft chest. You even made a joke about his body being built of soft pillows. He simply chuckled, ruffled your hair, and kissed you on the forehead. His body used to be quite muscular, since he actively roamed around, slaying the bad and anyone his old master judged unworthy. But it was nearly a decade ago. He was getting older, and he didn't fight as frequently as he used to, despite his fighting ability. His body had begun to cover his muscular abs with a soft stomach full of meat and fat. His pecs, though, retain their shape.

The night has finally arrived, and the sun has set to shine somewhere else on the planet. The town square was now illuminated with brilliant lights, and more people began to arrive. The rest of the afternoon was spent conversing and motorcycling around the town square. While waiting for the red light to turn green on the motorcycle, you would lean on Arthur's chest. The intimacy you felt as you forgot you had previously fought in physical fights. You had forgotten how dangerous he was. He had forgotten that he intended to exploit you.

It was 8 p.m., and you could feel your stomach grumbling for food. You insisted on taking Arthur out to dinner, which you took advantage of to introduce him to the western cuisine he had previously refused.

"Let's just say this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience," You said as you drizzled truffle oil over your expensive fine dinner. 

Arthur just put his hand on his face, feeling guilty because he didn't deserve such special treatment. Looking at this individual, Ammit would probably laugh at how humble he tried to be. He had a truffle mushroom cream soup and vegetables stew for dinner. The way he looked while he ate the delicious dinner couldn't hide how much he appreciated it. You were correct. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he treasured every moment he spent with such dining and his own love. When he hesitated to order another menu, you snorted. If you could, you would put an expensive three-piece red suit on his body right now.

The dinner experience has already left an imprint on his mind. He never takes pictures with his old phone, not even of himself. He did, however, photograph you as you ate your food and take dozens of selfies with you. You appeared to be a couple of youngsters who had just discovered love for the first time. You both were delighted with their dinner and decided to return home.

As is customary, the residence is deafeningly quiet. The neighbor had most likely gone to bed or done some late-night work. Your cat appears out of nowhere, most likely wandering around the complex. It felt like there were just two of them who lived at night. Your back was tinged with reluctance to let Arthur go. You desired to savor this moment not only today, but also tonight. You desired to have him all to yourself, even if only for this evening.

"So, are you leaving tonight?  At this very moment?

"My lodging is right next to you, sweetheart. If you require anything from me, simply knock on the door or contact my phone." He gently stroked your hair before kissing you on the forehead. His voice is low but not threatening.

"Did you say, anything?" You gripped his wrist as his hand parted your hair.

"Then I'd like you to accompany me. Tonight. Here." Your voice is nearly hushed. You wanted to have the pleasure of having someone all to yourself, even if it was only for a few hours.

Arthur furrowed his brow. Your grip is becoming firmer as your claws dig deeper. You gave him a pleading puppy's eyes.  He smiled softly, then kissed you on the lips and muttered something into your ear.

"Then I'll be staying at your house tonight." He lightly kissed your cheek as he parted from you.

You swiftly drew his wrist and walked quickly to your door before he could see your face. You quickly shut the front door and dragged him upstairs. You gently pushed Arthur to the sofa in front of your room, then cuddled his arms as if it were the last time you could cling onto something.

You  clung to him firmly, your fancy outfit  still on. You just wanted to cling to him, feel his warmth, and forget about your loneliness. You closed your eyes to absorb the atmosphere. Arthur gently stroked your hair, understanding what you had been through. Your history was the main reason he regarded you differently than his prey, who had recently become his beloved instead. You had earned it. So he was. He noticed the cling tightening. He could feel your sharp claws piercing the cloth on his arm. He recalled something. Things he had discussed with you the previous afternoon. He gently poked your shoulder, signaling that he needed to speak to you.

"Are you enjoying your treat?" He kissed you on the hair. He could smell the pleasant scent of your favorite shampoo on your hair.

You  simply nodded, your other hand now grasping his palm. He adjusted the arm you were clutching, causing you to scowl.

"You deserved better than a grip on my arm." He suddenly moved to grab your torso with both hands. As he shifted you onto his lap, you could feel his power. His veiny hand held your hip, while the other gently massaged your thighs. He'd given up on this kind of pleasure a long time ago. He had forgotten how it felt, and the desire to be young again glowed in his icy blue eyes.

You glanced around, taken aback by the fact that you were suddenly sitting on the old man's lap. This was your first experience. You were nervous. Your palms rested on his shoulders. You fit well on his lap, and your size disparity is clearly obvious. Through the man's lovely eyes, you could see his lust.

"Wait, are we really doing this?  I was simply requesting a cuddle—are you sure about this? What would your people think of this?

"All the good you've done, and yet you never think about yourself." He elevated your clothing slightly in the back to create a gap for his hand to feel your back.

Her lips released a quick, high-pitched gasp. The touch tickled your back as you straightened your back.

"You asked me to stay, and I will allow you to see me whole." He resumed his monologue by kissing your neck. You attempted everything you could not to exhibit the beast inside you that banged on the door of your body, demanding authority. Your nails gripped the man's hair, pulling it down slightly, resulting in a pleasant raspy groan.

"There's no need to be shy. I know you wanted it deep down. Allow me to provide you with the pleasure you deserve tonight." As he stripped your outer outfit.

His hand was still grasping your thighs, while the other hand crept through your hip, gradually lowering its position.

"You have my permission to enjoy my body.  Don't be shy, it's all yours." His nose met yours in an attempt to persuade you to let go of your beast. It was your first time, but that didn't mean you were completely clueless when it came to enjoying yourself and your man.

"Are you certain about this?" You sighed and raised one of your brows at him.

"I'm certain. I'll do anything for you, my precious hope." It's now his turn to lean on your chest.

You couldn't take it any longer. You removed your outer and allowed the beast within to take over. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt and drew it down to his arms. His hair is now caught in your claws. You yanked on his hair, pulling it hard but not too harsh. Arthur was in pain, but it was a pleasant one. He closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.

This was not the enjoyment he experienced when he was younger. It was a lot better. It was more delightful than he had anticipated, and it was only the beginning. The sound that had just escaped the gentleman gave you more spirit, and you lowered your head to the space between his neck and his shoulder, burying your fangs inside. You chewed it slowly, like a cheetah enjoying your prey. As he whimpered louder than before, this was the pain he desired for pleasure. His voice only made your bite more furious. You moved to another location, this time on his left shoulder. You decided to increase your bite play by licking him within the place with your tongue. Your claws scratched his back, creating red marks and a seeping wound. It was excruciatingly painful and tough. But he thought he deserved it. As both his punishment and his personal pleasure. Pain has been his constant companion.

His hands proceeded from your hip to beneath your garments, his thumb on the center of one of your breasts, carefully caressing your nipple. Your bite emitted a muted moan. It tickled you so badly that you tried not to flinch. When you finished your second bite, you stripped the rest of your outfits and undressed. There's no more fabric on you, giving Arthur more room to explore. He rapidly bombarded you with kisses on your lips, cheek, neck, chest, and tummy. You whined slightly. You weren't as vocal as Arthur, but it doesn't bother him.

There was nothing but silence, interrupted by their noises, the majority of which came from Arthur. In between moves, you both didn't say much. Especially now that you had shoved your breast to his mouth and Arthur had thrust his finger into you, thumb stroking with your clit. His move was gentle and careful, whereas your move was rough and sharp. He pressed another finger into you, leading you to flinch and grab his back. It was a little painful because his hand was much larger than yours. If your genitals were not flexible, you would only be able to receive a finger at the time. His movements inside you were gradual, rubbing your inner wall gently while his thumb stroked your clit numerous times. He recognized your spot immediately and took advantage of it. As he knew how to touch you without making you achieve climax at a rapid rate, thick clear liquid was dripping across your inner thigh.

You pushed your lips against him so swiftly that your tongue lapped against each other and your mouth couldn't identify your own saliva as it was combined. You licked his lips as if you were a tiger tearing your prey's meat from the bone. You nibbled his cheek lightly, your hand now slipping inside his pants.

"I think now is a good time for me to take over the rest of your part." You nipped on his ear for a second and murmured to him.

"Then let me take control for the rest of your pleasure." He played with his authoritative aura by using his thick, deep raspy voice. He made a move to remove his pants, but not his shoes.

"You do realize I had swept the floor, don't you?" You teased him.

“My apologies, but I do not wish to meddle with our special event. Allow them to keep me on my feet for a little while longer." He didn't want you to see the gruesome, bleeding feet within, mingled with glass pieces. At least not right now.

He stroked your clit with his middle finger to signal your readiness, then pulled his fingers away from you. You were shocked when he switched their positions.It was quick, as you were surprised  with his strength once more. He tightened his grip on your hips, gulping down to his throat, and glanced at you. Even with your messy hair with sweat pulp pouring down your temple, you looked gorgeous. He pulled one side of his mouth and tilted his head.

“Your first time I see?”

"Which, it looks like you're going to have the honor of taking that title away from me," You laughed, as your hole was dribbling from the thick liquid he had pumped, ready for the man much older than you to finish it.

"You moved as if you'd done it before. Flawless yet rough." As he pressed himself Into to you, he muttered. You squeaked, astonished by the thrust. Your breathing has grown heavy and rapid, accompanied by a small cry. Your eyes welled up with tears. You needed time to acclimate since it ached.

"Was it painful? We can stop if you want." He was concerned by your noises. To console you, he caressed your hair with one of his hands. He knew you had a thing for headpats.

"No-don't...I just needed some time and we're good to go," You told him while panting and begging to continue.

He nodded, then kissed you on the cheek before making his move. One hand on your hip, one on the back of your head. You couldn't keep yourself from whimpering any longer. Your squeak is quite adorable, and it appears to give Arthur more energy. He tightened his pump, making you breathe faster as well he let go of his heavy loud moans. Your eyes welled up with tears. A cry of pleasure.

“Faster, love”

He obliged. The quick pump resulted in more scars on his back from your claws grasping onto him, as well as another bite imprinted on his chest. You're too overcome with pain and pleasure to give him another lip kiss. With pleasure, you almost screamed, while his groan grew louder. Their stamina was incredible, especially as it was your first time and Arthur was considered old. But you and him move like young people who have been married for a while.

Arthur, like you, is on the verge of reaching his climax. He pushed you forward with an unrestrained moan, preparing to unload over you. You tapped him twice on the back, which was a sign that you were getting ready to reach your climax. He noticed, as he drew his cock and came to your inner thigh. You had finally achieved the peak of sensation, and your body had become limp. Breathe felt heavier than usual as he fully depleted your energy. He glanced at your worn face, both satisfied and awestruck. He kissed your lips, then your neck. You both appear to be messy and in desperate need of a bath.

"Let's make each other clean in the bathroom." He assisted you in standing as your legs battled to acquire enough energy to support you. The bath was brief, with Arthur mostly washing your body. Fortunately, his outfit wasn't too filthy, so he could use it to get clean clothes in his house. Both of them are now clean and fresh, but you craved more of him. At the very least, it was just another snuggle this time.

He placed his arms over your hips as you leaned against his chest. Your height was ideal for his chin rest, and his height is ideal for your head to be the height of his chest. It was quiet once more, as you and him enjoyed another intimacy.

"I heard you're returning to London next month." With the news, you sounded a little sad.

“True. However, there is always an extra seat just for you." He soothed you by cuddling you even tighter.

"Please be my companion, love.  Join me in my endeavor to bring true justice to this planet." He leaned a little to bring his face very close to yours, cheeks touching. He was hoping you'd accept his offer.

"I don't even know what my next experience will be," You snorted.

"I can't wait to meet your Goddess.  I'm looking forward to seeing your take on justice."

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Ammit, the goddess of judgment, could be seen stabbing Khonshu with his own staff. Arthur defeated Marc with a blast of his staff that was far more powerful than the power provided by the god of the moon on Moon Knight. He walked with his gaze fixed on Marc. He lifted his cane and slashed it through the crescent moon on his chest. Layla, his wife, is not faring any better. You were shielding yourself from the onslaught of gunshots.

Just as Marc was about to pass out, he seized the staff and pushed it downward, tripping the cult leader. When one of his eyes got crimson, he grinned at Arthur and struck him. The man suddenly became considerably stronger than Arthur, although he didn't look anything like Marc. He had a more furious and quick fight. He fought Arthur mercilessly with his bare hands.

A blow landed on his chin, causing him to bleed and fall. Marc, or whoever he was, approached Arthur slowly. The table had flipped, and he was about to end him. He snatched the fallen staff and prepared to slash his forehead with the axe mounted on the staff. A kick struck on his side as he moved closer to the defeated man. The kick was unexpectedly powerful, like coming from a goddess who is pictured yanking Khonshu away. The man in white armor observed the culprit, who was now kneeling in front of Arthur in a defensive stance. You had claw gauntlets, and your body was covered with white, gold, and black garments with crocodile scales on some sections. You threatened him with your razor-sharp teeth as you were going to bite him. Your pupils have become slit-shaped. Blood was spread on your head, clothes, and gauntlets.

The Moon Knight chuckled, as if he was underestimating his new adversary. He threw several crescent darts at you as he surged forward. You shielded yourself from the blow with your steel-adorned arm as you charged towards him as well. You then struck him in the face. He was taken aback by the depth of the wound. His eyes widened in surprise. You struck him again as he gazed at his opponent, your claws digging into his chest. As you plucked something from his chest, your eyes blazed purple.

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[megumar]

i translated はっはー's TR/ID and NL/ID comics out of sheer force of curiosity

the translations might not be 100% correct (i used google translate) and i didn't translate some of the tiny texts, sorry about that 🙏

1/10

"Sadik's special made chocolates and Nesia's favorite very sweet chocolates"

TR : Don't you get tired of being stuck in meetings? That's why, I sometimes make sweets and bring them over.

ID : Thank you very much...

ID : *eats* I-It's delicious.

TR : I'm confident with sweets from my house!

ID : *whispers* I want everyone at SEA to eat this too...

TR : !

TR : I'll bring a lot next time! Would you like to make it together~? *strokes Nesia's hair*

ID : wai-- augh...

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2/10

TR : Shall we go out to eat after work?

ID : Sure.

TR : Even though the food is mainly desserts.

ID : Yes.

TR : i'm hoping to find something good.

ID : yes.

TR : You don't want it...?

ID : Ah, no... It's not like that, um...

TR : *thinking* Oh, this is...

ID : I'd love it! Very!! I'm thinking of eating something sweet...

ID : I'd love to go eat! I'm looking forward to it!

TR : Hahaha! I get it, I get it. *pats Nesia's back*

TR : Then, we should finish this quickly!

ID : ... Alright.

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3/10

ID : What is it?

TR : Hm?

ID : You keep staring at me, makes me hard to eat...

TR : Weeell~~ You have something over here. *pokes his own right cheek*

TR : You seem lost in thought while eating to the point that you don't even notice it.

ID : *blushes* Huh? Has it... always...?

ID : T-That's... more and more...

ID : WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER!!

TR : Hmm~?

ID : Ah... This is kind of embarrassing...

TR : Now, now~ Never mind that and eat more!

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4/10

TR : *pets Nesia's head* Indonesia is really a...

EG : SEKUHARA.

ID : U-Um...

TR : S-SE--!? Oi! It was Egypt who said that, right!!

TR : Ah, that's not it...

TR : Could it be that you didn't like it?

TR : If so, I don't mind if you tell me honestly.

TR : I won't do it again.

TR : No, really, I'm sorry...

ID : ...

TR : E-Err, this is just embarrassing...

ID : I didn't... hate it...

TR : O-Oh, I see...

ID : Yes.

TR : *internally* T-This is-- (sekuhara to what extent, exactly...?)

TR : As long as it's okay-!

TR : Should I hug? Or not!?

TR : EEEH?!

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5/10

TR : *still thinking* Will it be too chummy?? *flails*

(He's overthinks too much that he ended up not knowing how to communicate)

ID : Pfft-- Hahahahaha!

ID : Even though Mr. Turkey is wearing a mask, your emotions are leaking.

ID : you can't even say hello properly like that, can you?

ID : Mr. Turkey may hate it, but I like that kind of thing.

ID : I think it's cute. *chuckles*

TR : *internally* HAH? Leaking?? Like??? CUTE????

ID : I'm sorry. Am I being too rude?

TR : ... No, it's--

TR : ... Thanks.

TR : I'm so uncool, huh... (how miserable...)

EG : *thinking* Funny. (and stupid.)

ID : Eh, don't say that...!

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6/10 (this is the one that confuses me the most because of Ned’s dialect, please correct me if i’m wrong ;; )

ID : Do you still have something you want from me?

NL : If I do something like that now, the surroundings will be silent.

NL : You do it first.

ID : *slides away* ...

NL : Don't say you don't want it.

NL : Let's get along. (how overt)

ID : If you want to get along, then do something about it.

NL : Ha?

ID : There! There it is! You, and... A GHOST!!

NL : AAH? There's no way I can do it!

NL : Come on, me or the ghost, which one do you hate...? Answer clearly!

ID : BOTH!! (i don't want to get along!)

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7/10

NL : Let me take a ride.

ID : I'm not a taxi.

NL : I know, I'm not paying you.

ID : That's not the case, I mean, how did you know it was me?

ID : i'm wearing a full face in this crowd.

NL : I can not lose sight of you. *sparkles*

ID : Eh... *blushes*

ID : *trembling* Whoa... Please pardon me for not picking you up today. (vigilance MAX)

NL : Please, I beg you.

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8/10

NL : What is this? *frowns*

ID : Mr. Turkey gave them to me. Aren't they beautiful~?

NL : Ooh...

(Later...)

ID : *opens door* Wel... COME!?

NL : *hands a bouquet of tulips* Accept this.

ID : HA!?

ID : this house is already full of tulips!

NL : there is still space...

ID : it's enough!!

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9/10

ID : WHY ARE YOU IN THE SAME BED...!? (unbelieveable...)

NL : Shut up.

NL : Because you're scared of being alone in the dark.

ID : Ha!?

ID : Just as expected. I'm not a child who can't sleep alone at night.

NL : Of course... Otherwise I'll be in trouble... *smooches Nesia's forehead*

ID : *blushes* What the hell...? (we're not in a relationship anymore...)

ID : *thinking* Don't blame me...

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10/10

ID : *still thinking* He fell asleep...

ID : *internally, while he's hugging Ned* HAH!! Oops, a force of habit...!

ID : I have to leave while he's sleeping...

NL : *suddenly wakes up* Oh, how passionate.

ID : *blushes and sweats* A-AH... T-This is...!

ID : ALL YOUR FAULT---!!

NL : No it's not.

ID : ... Yes it is...

[25-traveller]

[ANIME]

Some recommendations for you all! But some of these are underrated. Hope you like it!

Golden Kamuy

Golden Kamuy, you've heard it before. I know that this anime is very popular in Japan but also outside Japan except Indonesia (The anime did a collab with Sanrio & Shiroi Koibito [Cookies I guess], any question?). This story is about Sugimoto, ��a veteran of the early twentieth-century Russo-Japanese War, and his quest to find a huge fortune of gold of the Ainu people, helped by a young Ainu girl named Asirpa. 

"Why should I watch this?" Because you'll know everything about Ainu, indigenous people of Hokkaido! I guess Ainu is like ethnic group [We call it "suku" here], it is unfamiliar that I thought it wasn't real. You'll also learn about Russo-Japanese War, foods, Ainu foods, Ainu culture, etc.

About the fandom, I haven't seen some groups in every social media including Tumblr & Twitter. But I hope it has a green flag, cause I've seen that the fans are nice enough (They don't compare GK to other anime and a lot of them are Tsurumi's fans on Twits haha!). There is a blog about Golden Kamuy, where you can know gun types, references of real people, opium, funfact, etc. Just type it!

2. Bungou Stray Dogs

This is also popular outside Japan [and in Japan too ... Probably?]. This story follows Atsushi, a weretiger orphan, who joins others gifted with supernatural powers to accomplish different tasks including running a business, solving mysteries, and carrying out missions assigned by the agency.

Bungou Stray Dogs or BSD is worth it, you won't believe that it's a seinen (18-30/40 y.o for men) anime even if you read the genre. It's seinen, but less blood and full of humor at the first season. Same as GK, but "nicer" for teenagers. You can simp with Dazai, Ranpo, or even other bishounen characters oops- Well they have unique artstyle of course, love the eyes <3 You will also be introduced with real characters if you search them without BSD.

About the fandom, a lot of them are fujoshis (Girls who are fans of BL). I also think that the fandom is safe, but a bit weird because AtsuKyouka. However I ship these teenagers as siblings/best friends.

3. Popee The Performer

You probably know this anime. YES, Popee The Performer is an anime and a kid show, but I mean like what the earth is going on-

If you don't know Popee The Performer or I should say Popee Performer, you might say that I'm lying. Popee Performer is a 2001's anime and a kid show made by Ryuji Masuda, a CG animation. So, it does sounds like a 3D cartoon to you and you'll ask why I recommend this.

Come on, Dear, Popee Performer is alright for you ;) .... If you like bloody and 'weirdcore' animation with a story that no one can understand the reason or the moral from this "slice-of-life-or-not" anime, then this is your world. The story follows Popee, an apprentice clown, and his assistant, Kedamono, attempting various Circus acts and going about their daily lives as performers. 

The fandom? I hope it's a safe area although it's not a children show and the adults watch that, they make awesome fanarts and ... ship for PopKeda. I'm not hoping for PapPopee and you shouldn't, I beg you please. DON'T SEARCH IT ON AO3 EVEN IF YOU WANT TO

4. Gugure! Kokkuri-san

After watching heavy topics, we should start taking a snack and then stare at an enjoyable anime. Gugure! Kokkuri-san is a spectacular comedy and supernatural anime series that came out in 2014. The TV show features countless unexpected humorous and heartfelt moments, so it’s definitely worth watching, especially if you’re in the mood for something sweet and simple. The series revolves around the life of Kohina Ichimatsu, an elementary school girl who lives by herself and leads an unhealthy lifestyle. Once, while playing a game, Kohina accidentally summons Kokkuri-san, a fox spirit who later decides to take care of the little girl. The show then takes Kohina on a thrilling journey where she encounters several other spirits like her guardian.

I love the artstyle, especially Kokkuri-san. A beautiful, goofy fox with a long hair. The fandom is green flag for sure, I don't see lots of fans talking about this anime.

5. Sanrio Boys

Another enjoyable anime, sadly it's just for sponsoring Sanrio T_T WHYYYYYYYY

This is about boys who like dolls, including Kouta Hasegawa who has a problem because the society says it's girly if boys have dolls. However Kouta finds his friends who have the same interest.

This enjoyable, bromance anime ... It feels like Sanrio Danshi/Sanrio Boys is judging the society. I mean, we all hear that boys who play with dolls are girly and my ears are super itchy for listening to these stupid things. They have small fans, not popular but it's better! You will also see beautiful and handsome guys, gotta choose Mizuno before someone catches him.

There are underrated animes that I've watched, but I guess 5 is enough. Give me part 2 if you want. Sincerely, Blue Wolf

[ritsahsilmi]

Day-7

Talking about the weather can be the opener to conversations. It's common in British people. They are into the weather, in my opinion. But that's not what I'm going to discuss here tonight. I specifically feel head over heels for rain. From drizzling to lashing, I'd love to be under any type. I am also fascinated by the windy feelings before the rain. It brings me a serene moment. I enjoy every second while waiting for the rain to pour down. It soothes and relaxes my soul. I acknowledge that not all people are into rainy weather. Some would even curse the rain. What they have in mind is rain as expected to hinder their outside activity. For instance, in Indonesia, there is a tradition called Pawang Hujan. In the rainy season, people who held agendas outside might hire the Pawang Hujan to move the rain somewhere. Perhaps it preserves the place dry from wet weather. It's an old tradition from ancient ancestors. Besides the accuracy, some have kept this odd tradition for hundreds of years, maybe even more. As a Muslim who has faith in the almighty God, I refuse to believe this. Yet, I respect them. I am on the opposite of the boat. I am so pleased with the existence of rain. From my learning about rain, in Islam, it is one of the most granted times of prayers. We can beg Allah anything anytime, but during rain, the greater possibility of prayer be accepted as we wish. I don't have any reason not to captivate with rain. After long summer days, Allah conveys His blessing through the rain. The raindrops start to pelt the earth and irrigate dry streams. Trees and animals love it, so why don't we, as human beings, hate them. I am on cloud nine with rain!

#30haribercerita

[ginaisgaby]

Jesus addressed this parable to those who were convinced of their own righteousness and despised everyone else. “Two people went up to the temple area to pray; one was a Pharisee and the other was a tax collector. The Pharisee took up his position and spoke this prayer to himself, ‘O God, I thank you that I am not like the rest of humanity — greedy, dishonest, adulterous — or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week, and I pay tithes on my whole income.’ But the tax collector stood off at a distance and would not even raise his eyes to heaven but beat his breast and prayed, ‘O God, be merciful to me a sinner.’ I tell you, the latter went home justified, not the former; for whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and the one who humbles himself will be exalted.” [Luke. 18:9-14] ✨ Lord, Jesus Christ, please be merciful to me, for I am a sinner. I acknowledge my sin and my weakness and I beg for Your abundant mercy. Please pour forth Your mercy and help me to open my heart to all that You wish to bestow. Help me to live in the humble truth, dear Lord. Jesus, I trust in You…Amen. 😇🙏🏻 ✨ Happy Sunday…God bless us always 😇🙏🏻💕 • • • #23October2022 #Sunday #Morning #Mass #GoodMorning #HappySunday #SundayMorningMass #Catholic #CatholicChurch #GodBlessUsAlways #Grateful #Blessing #Blessed #ExtremelyBlessed #ParokiRohKudusKatedral #Denpasar #Bali #Indonesia (at Paroki Roh Kudus Katedral Denpasar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkD11prvnfh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[biztellersng]

By Funmilayo Olusanya A former minister of information, Dr Oby Ezekwesili, criticized Abike Dabiri-Erewa, chairman of the Nigerians in Diaspora Commission, on Tuesday for a tweet the NIDCOM head had made. In response to a tweep's remarks against her, Dabiri-Erewa had used the Yoruba word "Ode," which means "stupid." Ezekwesili ordered Dabiri-Erewa to "clean it up," calling the response "messy." It all began on Monday when Dabiri-Erewa shed further insight on an altercation that took place at an Indian institution where Nigerian students were also present. Dabiri-Erewa partly said, “Calm has returned to the campus. A few injuries were recorded, and further investigations are ongoing. The Nigerian mission had made it clear that the Indian authorities would be held responsible if anything happened to any of the students. “There is already a written commitment by the Indian Authorities to protect our students. Any student feeling threatened should please report to the Nigerian mission in Delhi immediately.” Read Also >> Timi Frank Calls For Uba Sani’s Arrest Over Attack On PDP Supporters In Kaduna A Twitter user with the handle @sensegiver1, wrote in the comments section, “She should go to Indonesia and see how Nigerians are treated. Mumu (slang for foolish) woman supporting a failed government. She’s equally part of the failure. Eye service!” Responding to the tweet, Dabiri-Erewa said, “Ode! You go to Indonesia, carry drugs, do cultism, and come begging to be rescued from death sentence . Thank God for NDLEA (National Drug Law Enforcement Agency) now saving people like you from death row.” Reacting to the NIDCOM boss’ comment, Ezekwesili tweeted on Tuesday, “Dear Abike, What is this? Kai. This is messy. Please clean it up. Quickly. Please.” Dabiri-Erewa, in her response to Ezekwesili said, “I’m done on this. But out of respect for you, I will ask, ‘Clean what up?’ “It’s okay for some untrained, uncouth guy to refer to me as ‘mumu’, and I can’t call him ‘ode’. I’m not a public official that cows to bullying, please.”

[acehcouncil]

Muzzakir Manaf offers some wisdom, pt.2

"The TNA restates our commitment to protecting journalists within Aceh. I beg the president of Indonesia not to deprive urgently required aid to Acehnese following such a disastrous emergency. This is not the time to enforce a complete blockade, near an act of war, against Aceh. Please let journalists and NGOs with aid in."

This comes hours after an earthquake hit the war-torn region.

[trowelcough6]

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[sukunasdirtylaugh]

JJK Men on Your Period

Mentioned: Gojo, Yuuji, Megumi, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, Yuuta, Choso, Mahito

In honor of my period starting and it being a bitch, I give you this. Also- you can thank my stepdad for setting the bar low. Very low. Like underground low. He's like 'you got a period? fuck that' vibe going on. So yes, I could use a Nanami or a Yuuji right about now. (Please universe, I beg of you).

Gojo

Cocky mf.

He's all smug when you ask him for help that when he comes back from the store, he brings the wrong size.

"Hey babe, what size is your-"

"GOJO!"

If you are having a particularly hard day, worry not. He's already booked you a 3-hour session at a 5-star spa.

Rich boy. Would bring you that one gold expensive candy you see for Valentine's day.

He's pretty open to do whatever you want if you're not feeling well. And by that he watches chick flicks with you.

Your typical 00's movies.

White Chicks, 13 Going on 30, and his favorite- Legally Blonde.

Doesn't understand what foods you need or don't so he just assumes whatever is expensive is the best.

"Gojo, I don't need exotic pineapple cake imported from Indonesia, I just need Chamomile tea."

How They Get Pads-

As stated earlier, he does somewhat of a good job. The first time you ask, he brings 3 more packets. One for light flow, heavy flow, and one for when you don't really need a pad, but you need it there just in case.

He's pretty open and not too shy to ask the women next to him for help (good for him!). They're usually nice, seeing as he's being a good partner.

He'll buy a stuffed animal for every month you're on your period. It sort of becomes this weird tradition of yours.

"Gojo... you got me a bumblebee?"

"I did! I saw the crochet ones on TikTok, so I wanted the prettiest one I could find."

You were sobbing.

9/10

Yuuji:

He would be really sweet about it all. He won't really understand the basics, and he'll wonder why cramps keep you from possibly standing, but once you explain things to him, he's as understanding as a beside nurse.

Yuuji is always at your side if you ever need anything. Sweets? Grains? Something warm? He's there. If you want time to yourself, which he can notice, he'll be in the living room watching a movie. Occasionally taking the time to check up on you every now and then.

If you don't want to be alone, he'll settle for watching a movie. Cuddling is his best medicine, so you're more than insured on that department. Since his love language is physical touch, you'll be getting more of it during these days.

It's not until after your period that Yuuji notices you're extra needy on those days, so he frowns. He misses those days and hopes your next period comes around soon (weird, huh?). But you get the point.

He's already coming up with new things to do when the next wave hits.

I know I said that, but he sees it as an opportunity to show his love, so you bet your ass he's treating it like an assignment.

This mf even has a week outlined on the Calander for every month. And he refuses to tell you why (out of embarrassment).

How They Handle Getting Pads-

He's already out the door when he hears you from the bathroom. Telling him you've run out of pads. Up until he reaches the store, does he realize he does not know anything about pads. Other than the fact they all look the same. So, he picks up Nobara for help.

"You're so lucky to have me as a friend," Nobara instructs as she walks down the feminine product aisle. "Get her night pads and ultra-thin pads."

"What's the difference?"

Nobara shoots him an 'are you serious?' look. "Do you seriously not know the difference?"

He shakes his head no.

"Make sure to get her snacks too. Oh, and maybe flowers. Quick! What sort of flowers does she like? Is she really angry or very sad?"

"Umm... both?"

He's so confused someone help him.

You're so confused when he comes home with a dozen items. Kind of like that episode from Spongebob where Mr. Krabs spoiled Mrs. Pufff with the accessories.

(Awww)

Overall, he's one of the purest. He's trying his best, ok?

9.9/10

Megumi

He knows what periods are, he just doesn't know what to do in this case. Is there a specific routine? Ritual? Is he supposed to offer his kidney or something? *humor*

After your first day, he's already doing research on his own. He's too shy to ask you, so he goes to the internet instead. Over the past hour, he's read 6 professional articles on periods: 2 written by Doctors, 1 on the tax system and pads, along with a few videos. One of which happened to be What Did Women Use Before Pads in History.

Let's just say he's really informed

But also, really really overwhelmed.

"Hey, don't drink that. It's not good for you."

"But it's my iced Boba!"

"Exactly," he answers, taking it from your hands. "Iced. You can't have ice on your period."

"But my period is already gone."

"You still have a pad on, so no ice. I saw the wrappers in the trash, so don't try to fool me."

It's during one of these interactions when it strikes you that he really does care for you. So you nod, a smile creeps on your lips.

"Okay, can you hold it for me until it's over?"

"Of course, I'll put it in the fridge-" he freezes when you've stepped in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you."

How They Handle Getting Pads-

Fairly well. As inexperienced as he is, he knows he can never go wrong with bringing more than one option. He can always return the ones he doesn't need, so he's not too worried.

On his way back from the store, he makes sure to head to your local TK-Noodle shop and buy you Pho on the way home.

"Do you need a blanket, or anything?"

He's very serviceful during these days. And like Yuuji, his love language truly shows. He's there during it all. Even when you're ugly throwing up, he's already got medicine on the counter waiting for you.

All he hopes for is to make the (unpleasant) week as pleasant as he can.

9.9/10

Sukuna-

Mf is grossed by the idea of periods.

"Sukuna you've literally killed and seen blood before, this-"

"You're comparing two different things. Get that away from me."

HE'S THE SENSITIVE ONE

He's like the type of person that would be cooking with oil but wearing a sweater and doing it as far away as possible.

Doesn't really care. But if you ask him for water, maybe he'll oblige.

'it's that bad that I can't give you a 0, so I give you, a 1.'

1/10

How They Handle Getting Pads-

No.

Just don't.

Toji-

Just like Sukuna. He's nearly avoidant.

If you're in pain, he'll toss you some painkillers and a water. That's all you get.

How They Handle Getting Pads-

On his way to the grocery store, he gets the first thing he sees and leaves. He hates getting near the feminine product aisle that it's the first and last time it happens.

"I got your stuff." he says as he tosses you the package, "So when can we have sex?"

2/10

Nanami

FINALLY

A man who can safely handle things.

I'm not saying Yuuji and Megumi can't handle it, they do a great job, but this man is your gold star.

Brings you baked goods on your period.

Apart from baked goods, if your lower abdomen hurts, he'll offer to give you a back massage. And LORD ARE THEY GOOD. You'll be wishing for more cramps to get this mans hands on you. Relief has never felt so good.

He frowns on men who see periods as gross. In his eyes, all men come from a woman, so how can you be grossed about that? In all eyes, he sees that as a red flag.

You wake up and stain the bed? He won't tell you. Instead, he'll coax you out of bed and prepare you a warm bath. While you're bathing, he'll wash the sheets. So by the time you come back, you're sleeping in sweet scented (warm) sheets.

During your period, you notice how well he cares for you. He does a fantastic job, and you thank him for it. Actions like these, make you wonder if he will be a great father. And you nearly wish to be Pregnant, just to know, see, and feel how he would care for you.

How They Handle Getting Your Pads-

"Hey sweetheart, I'm at the store. Do you need anything? Ok. What kind? Thin? Or..."

He asks all the right questions. And he won't get any creepy looks, instead, he'll be getting flirty looks from middle aged-young women. They all want him and envy the woman waiting for him at home.

He handles it so well 11/10.

Like Yuuji, he has his electronic Calander highlighted in pink for every month. indicating your time of month to remind himself to be extra gentle with you.

While you're on your period, I like to think that you like to have him lay in your chest as you massage his scalp. It's kind of your thing now, so he likes that you are extra physical during this week. But he also likes taking care of you like you do on your normal days.

It's just that on these days he can show it best.

Yuuta

Poor baby doesn't know a thing about periods. He may know that heating pouches are needed, so he'll buy you one from Amazon.

You now, the ones you can throw in the microwave and place over your abdomen.

Once he has a good idea of what it is you're going through and how you're feeling, he will either offer you comfort, or give you alone time.

He will also ask lots of questions.

"How are you feeling? Do you need to be alone? Want me to be here? Or should I go?"

This is as blunt as he gets but know he does it to get a clear idea of what you need. Since he doesn't know how else to come across, it usually works well.

How They Handle Getting Pads:

He's very shy to say the least.

He waits until there's no one on the same aisle as he is, and even then, he rushes. He picks the happiest (pinkest) package with flowers and butterflies.

No one notices him (luckily), but he his least favorite part is the checkout.

That's why he goes to self-checkout stores instead (whenever he's dealing with this type of emergency).

Overall 6/10.

Choso

Oh sweet baby boy

After being on this Earth for 150+ years, he has no idea what a period is. So you have to (thoroughly) explain it to him. And answer his questions.

"Does it also come out from your...? Oh, okay."

Respectful af.

He's very empathetic towards your pain and mixed emotions.

When you're usually in your days, he makes everything he can to make your workload lighter. That means doing more chores around the house, being kinder than usual, and he'll be reminding you how he's there for you.

One day, when you're sick, seeing you in bed hugging your pillow makes him twitch. It awakes something in him, and he didn't know what it was until he picked you into his arms.

He wants you to need him. He wants to be there for you and wants you to use him.

He is, quite literally, at your service.

How They Handle Getting Your Pads-

It has to be a while through your relationship where you feel safe enough that he can go on his own.

And he does well. He just doesn't know what exactly you need. So you write down on a piece of paper what you need. However, nearly the bottom half shelf is labeled with the same thing.

So he takes 2-3 packets. Just to be safe.

When he comes home, he's ready to be in your arms again. And he's always asking how you feel. Honestly a solid 7.5/10.

Mahito

Wtf is a period?

Get this man away from your blood. Unless you want him to collect it and do some witchcraft on you, seriously get tf out.

How They Get Pads

Funny of you to assume you need pants.

You'll be using his hole-poked underwear as your pads now. Have fun. You asked for it.

-5/10

[mafaldaknows]

I am actually with Timothee, suckers. I visited his apartment building this month and 5 neighbors saw us together, multiple times. They obviously respect our privacy and didn’t take photos. They just sent the news to DM for 800k+ people to see.

Then we were walking around NYC and we wanted to be super lowkey and private as we always are...so we held hands (we had our masks on and I wasn’t able to eat his face this time sadly)

I have photos of us together but I’m not going to show them to you. You just have to trust my words. I would never lie about something like this.

Btw he was begging me to be with him again.

Hello, Anon:

Look at you, keeping all that juicy news all to yourself! How courageous and strong you are!

Good luck trying to keep this a secret for long. You know how tongues wag, you might as well spill it, girlfriend. But if you’re not willing to share any cozy face-eating photos, might you be convinced to spare a girl a few screenshots of the most intimate conversations you’ve had with him, so that I and 800k+ of my closest friends may live out our wildest fantasies vicariously through your great good fortune with our internet boyfriend?

We promise not to blast it all over the interwebz, on seven different platforms, from here to Indonesia. We swear. You can trust us just as much you expect us to trust you.

That’s how that works, right? Right? Riiiight. 😜

Thanks for the scoop, Anon. Please eat Timmy’s beautiful face on our behalf.

❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦💦💦

[ano-po]

Why can't Filipinos "just google" their ancient history?

I saw a post about Filipinos having little to no idea about their ancient culture that it frustrates them because Spanish influence is so dominant that they can't find that many sources on the ancient. It's sad for those who wants to reconnect, because other cultures can just google it, while we cannot.

But we should have ideas about it, despite the great deculturization. The people passed the culture by writing, not just oral, because we were really educated since then. The historians can also check the nearby cultures Malaysia, Indonesia, and Brunei to check the validity of these records. Also, Amaya, a series about Ancient Tagalog Culture, has been aired without so much complaints fron NHC.

So where are these sources???

Not on google. Not even in google scholar.

They are in hard-to-find books around Manila. When they are written by national historians, these publications are usually in very limited supply. Major Unis compete to get these books, so check there as well. (but like, covid. So fuck)

They're in major university databases. UP, LaSalle, Ateneo, and UST have legit sources, and are most likely proofread by NHC if it got published. UP has the most database, unfortunately, UP researchers are kinda... Madamot. They hide their papers and findings, and you have to be enrolled as student to have access to the database.

As far as I know, you can access DLSU database even if not student (cuz I've tried it), pero manuscripts lang. I'm already a graduate and thus, got no access anymore. So are my friends.

To those currently enrolled in these major universities, please, I beg you, borrow those books in your library and share some small info. Please search in your online history database. These children are just thirsting to reconnect to their ancient culture.

Yun lang po. Daghang Salamat.

[fardiorin]

Bilbao Airport (BIO)

I barely moved out of the Bilbao Airport when my phone rang.

Crap.

It's my boss. He has been wanting to ask me whether the article of Isabel del Cruz has been revised. I did not have the time to revise it as I told him before, that I needed this week off. Hell, I even emailed the HR and the financial department that I was okay with my salary being cut. I know that my boss needed me because nobody in the 4th floor would want to do it.

I picked up the phone and answered briefly, "I am so sorry María, I unfortunately would be out of contact for the whole week."

She was not amused. "I don't care! Just get it done by Thursday, please! The publishing department wants our final draft for this month's issue!"

"I know, María. They have notified me two weeks ago. But I also need this getaway, I've consulted with the HR already. You could try asking Luisa, she's a keen editor for the reader's choice,"

"I'm begging you, please! You're the only one who's capable of editing del Cruz's writing. She personally asked me for you to do it,"

"Oh, really?" I was not impressed, to be honest. Though del Cruz is such a famous albeit ferocious fashion reviewer, I still find it hard to believe that she knows me.

"Yes. When she sent me the article, she put a little a note there, 'give me your best editor'. Who else do I have? Please Sebastián, do it for me will you?" My boss let out that gaslighting sound which my coworkers have grown accustomed to.

I sighed deeply. I mean, it's good that your boss values me but at the same time, does she value me enough to get me a little break?

"Okay, I'll do it. It's not like I have a lot of things to do here for a week anyway,"

"Thank God! You're really the best! I'll wait for it next Thursday." She then hung up the phone.

I looked at the parking lot outside of the airport. I have yet to decide how I'm going to get downtown. To be honest, I'm not really rushed to get to my hotel suite despite the fact that I just want to lay my head down on a soft mattress. The flight from Panama was killing me and the flight attendants really sped up the process.

I sat down on the nearest bench and put my face on my suitcase. I wanted to cry, but I managed to compose myself. I wanted to be as far away as possible from everything back home. I yearned to visit the place that ten years ago I found my whole self, which lasted until a month ago. That was when I could not even realize that I was still haunted by my past in Indonesia. How could someone even have the capability of putting destruct on me?

I looked at my phone to check the time. It was a mistake when a notification popped up.

"Where are you now Seb? I'm sorry for everything."

Before I realized it, I had begun to drown in my tears.

[theartificialdane]

please i beg tell us more about Melati

Hey darling! Thank you so so much for reaching out and for asking about something I’d love to talk about!! ❤️🥰

Okay, so, Melati Jasmine Amrull is born a happy little girl. She likes spending time with her dad, having ice cream, playing with Frida and watching her mom work!

Melati speaks french and indonesian as her first and second language, with the level of english she learns in the fancy Parisian private school!

Melati often goes with her parents when they travel around Europe. They spend vacations in Indonesia, the french countryside, Aspen, Long Island and the farm!

When Melati is around 11, the family moves back to New York (because Sutan invents Americas Next Top Model together with Bianca and Violet is 2 seconds away from filing for divorce because they’re apart so much)

Melati goes to a french school in New York, until high school where she transfers into an english speaking school for the first time!

Her best family friend is Maggie (Jinkx and Alaskas kid) and she doesn’t get along with Tanya and Isolde (Raja and Ravens kids)

Melati is REALLY into art, and loves creating. She mainly works with oil painting and physical media! She gets into Rhode Island School of Design for college, and wants to work as an artist as an adult.