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let me be yours | N.S. (Avatar: The Way of Water)

Summary: “i do love you and always will” or the one wherein you want what you cannot have. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x Omaticaya!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: Angst

Words: 4k

This was not a love story, but there is love in it. A love that is looking for its way back in.

And the main character is no other than Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, the eldest son of the famous Toruk Makto, future Olo'eyktan, and you, just you.

And for every story, there is a beginning.

A beginning of a beautiful friendship, starting in the form of Nantang and a girlish scream. A scream that did not come from you at all, but rather from the eldest son of the Olo’eyktan.

In your hurried state to protect what you thought was a little girl, you ran full speed, the impending danger was forgotten and only holding a trusted worn-out knife that you have been using in cutting stems. You didn’t mind that your knees were scrapped badly as you jumped down in front of the voice who had screamed. At the ripe age of ten, you hissed as toughly as you could.

Swishing your knife, left and right. In your mind was a silent prayer of protection to Eywa.

“I do not wish you harm, please!” You pleaded as your hand shook, the person who had been hiding behind you placed a careful hand right on your shoulder. A sign of comfort and told them that they would be here.

That was the last thing you wanted, to hurt another creature of Eywa'eveng. You were a healer (rather on the way to becoming one), and in your mind, you’d rather be the one to get hurt rather than cause harm to another. Take the pain, and time would heal your wounds away.

And just like how your mother told you, those prayers that came from deep within your heart, Eywa would answer. She always will.

In a blink of an eye, the nantang were gone. Leaving both of you alone, the only sound that you could hear was the loud pounding of your heart and the sweet sound of the breeze. You didn’t realize you were breathing so hard, that when you slumped down to throw your knife to the ground, you almost kissed the ground face flat.

A hand had prevented you from falling further, supporting you as you regained your breath. It took you about a minute or so, to hold your arms in front of you, tapping the hand on your shoulder to tell them you’d be fine.

Right in front of you is none other than the son of Olo’eyktan, Neteyam.

You tilted your head looking side to side, wondering where the scream came from. Then the answer came to you slowly. He stood there nervously, side-stepping as he waited for you.

“Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded, the loud pounding in your heart came to a halt. You nodded, still wheezing as you sat up properly to peer at him. Daylight engulfed him like a halo, almost blinding you in the process.

You were always like this, born with a disease that makes every movement difficult. You see you were born on the most uncommon nights of Eywa'eveng. When no moons had shown, and you were engulfed in darkness when you came to the world silent while your mother held you in her arms. The reason for your illness, the Tsahik had claimed that this was the will of Eywa, and yet it would not lead to your demise but rather hinder you for all of your life.

With a final inhale, you nodded. Standing up on your own, brushing your bleeding knees with a small hiss of pain.

Looking at him from head to toe, you questioned: “Were you hurt?”

The healer in you almost bombarded him with questions and scolding, your thoughts pestered with such colorful words for such a small child.

‘Skxawng! A future Olo’eyktan screaming in fear to a mere nantang?! Ridiculous! Should’ve let him be bit, now I’m bleeding. Skxawng, I tell you!’

But you didn’t, rather you looked at him pointedly. “Next time bring your own weapon, the forest does not take it kindly to a screaming child.”

You expected him to be offended, and call you out for humiliating him but he didn’t. He laughed and you frowned, forehead forming a knot. Right in front of him, looking at him like his mother would whenever Lo’ak did something that cause trouble.

“I can tell a mile away that you are cursing me. Yet, I will let it pass.” Neteyam smiled. “The nantang you’ve threatened is my friend.”

You tilted your head, wondering why in his right mind did he befriend one.

“Then why did you scream?”

“We were merely playing.”

“What?”

“A game. Hide N Seek.”

You were silent after a while of him looking at you amusingly. But when you recall, that nantang was a small cub, unaware of the dangers and its role as a predator, still learning the ropes in nature. With that information in mind, you closed your eyes tightly and huffed a disappointing sigh.

He is ridiculous, an idiot, playing a game with a creature of the wild, unaware of the dangers. But now you are the skxawng too. Foolish for jumping into danger, when all is fine and alright.

“It’s alright, you showed bravery in a time of fear. You could be a fine warrior someday.” He excitedly noted.

You opened your eyes and stared at him blankly, “The tsahik forbid me to be one.”

Turning around, you head back to where you came from. Going back to the village where you know all is safe and sound. You didn’t expect him to follow you, but his curiosity piqued him to question you more. Bothering you with every passing minute, with statements like:

‘Why is that?’

‘Are you sick?’

‘Why would my grandmother forbid you, that’s unusual…’

‘We have a long way back, I’m positive I could listen.’

‘Come on, Don’t be shy! I won't tell anyone if you don’t tell my father I screamed.’

‘Ah… I see you don’t want to talk. That’s fine. Will you tell me your name then?’

And like the flowing waters from the rivers, he didn’t stop. You didn’t know that the future Olo'eyktan was chatty like this, your perception now differs from what you’ve seen from afar.

You thought he’d be smart, had his head right on his shoulders, following the orders and will of Eywa and the Olo'eyktan. After all, he is well-liked by your clan because he is responsible but this one is becoming a pain in your ass. Constantly prodding you with his annoying marks and stupidity. This was different, a new light to the golden boy of the clan.

Huffing to turn around, you almost smacked the back of his head when he saw the angry knot on your forehead back again. Neteyam bit his lip trying to conceal his laughter, he felt like he had succeeded after annoying you.

Now Neteyam understands what Lo’ak felt whenever he is to pester Kiri or him.

Playful, that was what Neteyam is. Motives were hidden in the pretense of righteousness and being a good child.

When you realized he had that grin on his face, you huffed once more. Mumbling your name to the wind.

“What was that?” He asked hands behind his back, swaying left to right while both of you walked back.

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t need to repeat it to him, after all his ears perked as soon as you muttered something. He caught it the first time, but he just wanted to hear it from you loud and clear.

You cleared the lump in your throat and stated your name once again.

“Hmm, that’s nice.”

That was it, the beads of a beautiful friendship with Neteyam.

And for every story that has love in it, there is always a catalyst.

A time wherein you aren’t certain it came from…

Was it your mind?

Was it your subconsciousness? Creeping in the back of your mind, giving hints and signs that this is forming into something else?

Was it every memory you have with him? Every morning, every evening, every eclipse, every hunt, every pa'li ride, every moment spent with him.

Was it the lingering touches? A slight graze in your arm, or the tight hold in hand that left your heart pounding widely in your chest, leaving all breathless.

Was it your emotions? Emotions that consisted of teasing, playful motives, and laughter.

You see… if you placed it all together then you’d know. All the pieces would fit, and you didn’t realize that through time it built and built until the emotions came unknowingly like a tidal wave.

For your catalyst, it came in the form of a healing rose and a palulukan.

At the age of 15, Neteyam always accompanied you for your walks. After all, he now knew the reason for your illness. At first, you thought it was him being protective of you and how you not being a warrior would lead you to danger.

Your walk consisted of looking for tawtsngal, one of Eywa'eveng’s flora that has healing abilities and for its nutrition. And often its tips were woven, as it is said to have its own aphrodisiac, mostly worn by the female to attract a future mate (which you would not use for the latter purpose only for healing, or so you say).

As time passed by you realized why he always went with you; it was his way out, something to put his mind at ease. A distraction some might say. In fact, you didn’t mind, let him be at peace, let him have his fun, and forget his duty once in a while. Motives were hidden in the pretense of ‘protecting the clan’ and that clan that only consisted of you.

“You know, your mother would hang me by my tail if you keep on neglecting your duties.” You hummed, as you walked side-by-side, as he moved the leaves in front of you to let you pass.

“Mhm.” He hummed, Neteyam seems distracted, something that has been happening far too frequently. You decided to tease him.

“Did you know you, an angtsìk had asked you to be its lover? Your mother and your grandmother agreed to it.”

“Mhmm.”

“And here I thought, your true love was a talioang.”

“Mhmm…”

“And by midnight, you’d wed. Don’t you agree? An angtsik would make a beautiful future tsahik.”

“Yes…yes… beautiful…”

You frowned; “Neteyam!”

He turned around to look at you, still smiling at you. Your breath caught in a hitch.

“Skxawng! Have you been listening?” Arms folded across your chest as both of you stopped in the middle of the forest.

Neteyam gave you a small smile, tilting his head up playfully as he scanned his surroundings acting innocently. A headache, that was what he is sometimes.

“That angtsìk would make for a fine tsahik?” Neteyam teased, you could not believe it, he’s been playing you for a fool while you rambled nonsense into him. You were tempted to hit him with the basket that held your trinkets, but then he laughed.

Neteyam finds it humorous that he always knows what it is to make you roll your eyes and smile at him. You couldn’t help but just let it go. After all, it was your Neteyam, he could never do anything to make you angry or hate him.

With a sigh, you pointed your arm forward; “If you had been listening then continue.”

Neteyam turned around, but stopped in fact, both of you were lost. Yet he didn’t need to say it out loud, cause deep inside you, you knew. You can see right through him, even without him saying it out loud.

“I— It seems like we had headed the wrong way?” Neteyam was unsure but you just sighed, stepping in front of him to lead the way.

“Mhmm. We are on the wrong path. And here I thought you weren’t distracted.” You tsk-tsked over his inattentiveness. Shoulders grazing against each other as he lets you pass by.

He trailed behind you and chuckled: “I think I'll take it back, I don’t think an angtsìk would make for a good wife.”

“Then what will?”

“You.”

Once again, both of you stopped in your tracks. Your head running a full mile like a pa’li who is loose. And your heart did not betray you, the only thing you could hear was his and your breath tangled in uncertainty.

Your breath escapes as soon as he utters your name, ears twitching as you turn around to look at him. Staring at his eyes, to look for the lies but you should’ve known better, Neteyam never lies to you, never.

At that moment, you felt immortal. You are desired, you are loved. The feeling sitting exactly right in your chest, leaving you breathless.

But your moment was cut short when a large palulukan hissed right behind Neteyam, your eyes shifted behind him in fear.

At first, he thought it was because you were afraid to face your feelings, feelings that he knew you felt the same too, but when his ears picked up the sound of something heavy and angry right behind him, he knew.

It was far too fast, and the large palulukan had pounced on him. He couldn’t react quickly to gather his knife instead, he got bit right in his shoulder. You immediately went towards Neteyam, throwing a flora that held spices right in its nose as a distraction.

The palulukan sniffed the air, sneezing as it tried to wiggle the smell of spice in the air. Neteyam also got hit with the spices and his eyes watered in an instant. He felt you dragging him with your hand right in his torso.

Both of you ran away, immediately jumping from terrain to terrain away, as the palulukan were free from the shackles of herb. Its eyes narrowed down to both of your figures. Adrenaline runs through your veins, weaving through the forest grounds finding a way to safety. Right beside your Neteyam groaned, his wounds were far too deep, and he couldn’t move an inch of his arm leaving him bleeding.

Right in front were an abundance of a gigantic flora, its pitcher-shaped tube supported by small prop roots right at its base. You weren’t certain if this was a yomioang, one of the carnivorous plants that resided in the forest, but the lack of the single large leaf told you it was different flora indeed; A healing rose.

In pure desperation, you dragged Neteyam toward the center of the plant; it can erase both of your scents with its nectar; praying to Eywa that the flora wasn’t dangerous. When the plant made no movement, showing no signs of it closing on both of you, you sighed in contentment.

Then you realized the person who had been hiding with you was bleeding profusely, you hoped that the singular tawtsngal you found earlier was enough to heal his wounds. You were feeling hopeless, you were supposed to be a healer, and you couldn’t afford Neteyam to die like this. You love him too much to see him gone by your hands.

Immediately pouring the liquid from the tawtsngal right into his wounds, he hissed. You apologize, concentrating on trying to stop the bleeding while you straddle him in the tight-knitted space you’ve placed both of you in.

You bit your lip in concentration focusing on the wounds at his front, but he softly held your hand to stop you.

“Neteyam, I have to please.” You begged to look at him with teary eyes.

“But I didn’t get to hear what you have to say…” He held your wrist softly, you leaned back to look at him.

You could never escape his gaze, your heart still pounding wildly from the adrenaline and his previous confession. You didn’t realize that he was waiting for your answer as he urged you with eyes to continue.

Closing your eyes tightly, you nodded.

“I do like you.” You confessed, opening your eyes and staring directly at him. His eyes were clear, telling you all that you needed to hear.

“I do adore you too.”

And for every story, there would always be complications.

This problem has always been constant right from the very beginning, it came in the form of duty. His duty.

Right from your birth you were ill, and that constant reminder was whenever you couldn’t breathe properly. And for a tsahik, you have to have a healthy mind and body. In simple words, you were never fit to become the future tsahik, that has been engraved in you from the start.

And at the age of 19, Neteyam has become a strong warrior, a great future clan leader, and everything and beyond.

And you were the best healer of the clan, even with your great abilities, Mo’at never considered you to be a candidate for being a tsahik. Neteyam needed someone who would stand beside him, someone who is as strong as him, someone who would not fall into a mere sickness.

Your birth had already been a bad omen, born when there were no moons that had not shown in the sky; complete darkness. And the clan held their beliefs tightly, woven into their bones like the illness you have.

When the tsahik had announced Neteyam’s betrothed, all you could hear was the deafening silence. You tried to search for him in the crowd. Even with the loud cheers, you could see him a mile away.

You couldn’t do anything to change it, this was your fate. Your love was cut short, way too quickly that you haven’t had the time to do it all.

Neteyam loves you, doesn't he? Wouldn’t he fight for you? Stop his duties and be with you, would he do that?

But he didn’t. He never came to you at all.

After weeks of preparation for the once-in-a-lifetime event of Neteyam and Atyìrì betrothal ceremony, you distract yourself into healing. Finding a cure to your illness to prove Mo’at you weren’t sick. Even praying to Eywa to make you healthy.

Atyìrì. A beautiful name for a beautiful face, she was polite, smart, sweet, and kind. One of the greatest dancers and singers of the clan, she came from a healthy family of warriors, had no illness, and wasn’t born in a day of bad omen. You couldn’t hate her, you knew that even if you did you’d only end up hating yourself.

And in the night, while your clan celebrated a feast; all were filled with laughter and joy. While your heart breaks from within.

You decided to talk with him, once all is settled and when all are asleep. Your heart couldn’t handle it talking to him in the daylight.

Daylight reminded you of the good times, daylight reminded you of him.

Your fingers tightened on the armband that you had was supposed to be a gift, pressing harder almost breaking the small beads in the process, trying to imprint and erase traces you had done it out of love. You were beyond nervous, breathing heavily with every passing moment.

In the middle, you can see Atyìrì dance, her hair dances in the light of the flames, and she looks ethereal. Like a deity had stepped down in a mere mortal realm to grace you with her presence, she moved in grace as she approached Neteyam who could only give her a smile.

The crowd encouraged him to take her hand. You bit your lip harshly, staring at the scene in front of you. You stood hidden by the shadows of the crowd, while they both bathed in moonlight and the embers that danced in the air. Everything looked perfect, they looked perfect.

You couldn’t help but smile sadly. Neteyam was destined for this, and you were never supposed to be a part of it.

All you could do is wait patiently, and wait for him, you did.

When all were tired from the celebration, you could see Neteyam help clean up the remnants of the festivity. You called out to him, your voice had a light upbeat tone, and he stopped right in his tracks turning around to meet you with an expression you couldn’t even paint.

“Walk with me?” You asked.

Neteyam as always nodded and followed you.

In the silence, every emotion felt heavy, the air was thick with tensions and questions unspoken. Both of you remained silent as the bioluminescence lit your way. You didn’t know what to ask first.

Why didn’t you tell me?

Why didn’t you come to me?

Did you even fight for me?

Was I all for naught?

Did you even love me?

But Neteyam beat you to it first; “That is a nice armband, who is it for?”

You looked down at your hands, the ones which had already destroyed the beads woven tightly together with your constant prodding. “It was supposed to be a gift, but now it’s ruined.”

And you thought to yourself, what a sick metaphor.

He hummed, “I’d take it, it’s still beautiful and it's made by you.”

You thought twice about whether to hand it to him or throw it far away, as it reminded you of not being enough. But Neteyam smiled at you, that smile you had grown to love. All you could do is place it carefully in his hands.

“Take care of it, it's fragile. Wouldn’t want it to be broken anymore.” He nodded.

And just like your heart, you have given the armband easily. You can say that this was one of the last gifts you’d ever give to him. Now with that out of your mind, the gnawing question crept into the back of your head.

Your heart racing as the next word you uttered was the final arrow straight to his own demise.

“Would you stay with me?”

He almost said yes, looking at the gift you’ve given to him. He was almost selfish enough, greedy to hide you where then no one would find you both, that he nearly took a step towards you and grabbed your hand to run towards the unknown.

The fear was gone as long as it was with you.

Neteyam knows, he didn’t need it to take it out of you to know that every word unspoken was that of love, but now Neteyam had a duty. A duty to the clan, and this time he couldn’t be a child and go back in time when both of you were young. When all was fine and the only worry was the nantang that had scared him that day or the palulukan that followed both of you leading towards your confession.

As much as Neteyam wants to go somewhere far, a place where he is just Neteyam and you are just you. He couldn’t.

If he said yes, then what? All would be unknown. But if he said no, then all was clear. He’d fulfilled the role of Olo'eyktan and married his betrothed like it was just another task.

And on that night, Neteyam made his choice.

For every story, there is an ending.

An ending in the form of rain. And for the tsahik, the rain symbolizes a blessing.

In front of the clan, Neteyam said his vows.

In front of Eywa, he is now mated for life with his betrothed.

And when your eyes met, the rain had washed your tears away. You took all the pain, after all, time would heal your wounds away.

You looked at him lovingly, like you always did, and always will.

Turning around you head home alone.

Through time you act like you weren’t in love.

In front of your family and friends, you pretend all was nothing but a mere simple attraction that will pass.

And on bad days you act like love is a sin, hidden by the disdain in your heart.

But at night, you prayed to Eywa. Waiting for your prayers to be answered.

You send your prayers about wanting love so heavy; that a lover would do anything to fight for you.

And in your dreams, you prayed. You prayed it was Neteyam standing right in front of you.

And without missing a beat you always make sure to keep your distance and whisper ‘I do love you and always will’ when he is not listening.

For you will be his, yesterday, today, tomorrow, and beyond.

— Na’vi Used —

Eywa'eveng - Pandora

Nantang - Viperwolf; creature

Palulukan - Thanator; creature

Tawtsngal - Panopyra ("sky cup"); flora

Angtsìk- Hammerhead titanothere; creature

Talioang - Sturmbeest, creature

Yomioang - “Animal Eater”, Chalice Plant; flora

A/N: After pondering if I wanted to post this one, but you know me, I am attracted to all living beings. And Avatar just popped up on my feed, and i told myself why not since this is the very first movie i've watched in 3D when i was a literal child. I'm blabbering but here is a one-shot inspired by a song I spent countless times on repeat (its a song called “Isa Lang”, Translating it doesn’t do it any justice but the lyrics just shouts “just fall in love with me and only me once again”)

And i just needed something angsty to write because my brain would not leave me alone unless i did this.

I tried to make figures of speech as accurate as they can for pandora, cause you know you can't just say an elephant in the room or nail to his coffin, they don’t have that.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #atwow neteyam #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x omatikaya!reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #.sd written works

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thecouchslothv · 4 months

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#pixel avatar #pixel art #fan art #art #artists on tumblr #sd gundam

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theinfinitedivides · 6 months

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ok we're going to try to get through at least the first hour of Jawan before seeing where we'll go from there. it's below freezing outside, i hit my knee on the glass table in the living room half an hour ago coming back from a water trip (cannot ice it, see first condition above. my joints will f*cking kill me if i even attempt to so let's go massages and hot packs!!!), had to block several Zionists who came in my inbox trying to start sh*t (f*ck y'all btw, ig you didn't see the heavy pro-Palestinian blogging being done here), but hey it's Shah Rukh's birthday, maybe he'll lend me some good luck from Mannat after i almost maxed out my mobile internal storage to watch his film sksksksk

#film: jawan #jawan #shah rukh khan #srk #vijay sethupathi #nayanthara #sanya malhotra #priyamani #deepika padukone #bollywood #local gay watches Bollywood.txt #local gay watches Jawan (and spends the entire time filing the various SRK avatars into new DILF categories).txt #pls blacklist the second 'local gay watches...' tag if you do not want to see me liveblogging. it'll probably still show up in the #main tag but i'll try and keep most spoilers in the tags and not the post itself (except if said spoiler f*cks so severely i would be remis #to not say it outright). that being said i really need to locate #those SD cards and put them in my device. either than or move everything to an external drive but those are expensive af rip #anyway pray for me besties let's see if this beats Pathaan in fanfic worthy plot/visuals/everything else

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sp1lled-lemon4de · 1 year

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sirfrogsworth · 3 months

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The Death of Physical Media

I keep seeing this concern around all of my home theater circles. Ever since Best Buy decided to abandon physical media there has been a call to arms to save it.

Chris Stuckman did a great video on his love of physical media.

youtube

I admire and share his passion.

That said, I think there is nothing to stop physical media from being scaled back. At best, it will end up like vinyl and only a few select titles will still be pressed.

Which is why I think saving physical media is the wrong fight.

There is a much larger fight that encompasses more than just blu-ray discs...

(I'm going to use really big letters for dramatic effect so don't get startled.)

DATA OWNERSHIP!

(Imagine a long trailing echo when reading that in your mind.)

(Sorry, I probably should have included those instructions in the previous parenthetical. So go back and read "data ownership" again with the proper gusto.)

(Did you do it?)

(Was it cool?)

(Cool.)

A blu-ray is just data.

The disc does not positively affect the visuals or the sounds. It's just 1s and 0s coded into microscopic pits. You can put that data on a hard drive. You can put it on an SD Card. You can put it on a thumb drive and wear it on a necklace.

You can even use WinRAR to break it up into little 1.44 megabyte chunks and save it to floppy disks.

Another 40 more cases of floppies and you've got Avatar preserved for life!

The medium is not important.

The *data* is important.

And as everything turns into a subscription we are losing out on ways to own data. Beyond that, people aren't yet seeing the value of owning data. If renting a digital download is cheaper, they are almost always going to choose that option.

So the fight is two-fold.

We need to fight for the right to parrrrrty own data.

We need to convince the populace of the value of owning data.

This can apply to software, movies, video games. Hell, I don't even own my damn doorbell videos. There is no way to download all of the footage. I'd have to do each video one at a time. And if I don't keep my subscription, I will no longer have access to that data as it will soon be deleted.

We would need a platform similar to Steam—though it isn't the perfect data ownership solution. Many titles require internet connectivity and DRM verification. What happens to our media when a company goes out of business and the infrastructure to verify the DRM over the internet is gone?

So that would need to be addressed. Perhaps a new form of DRM linked to our digital identity that can be verified locally.

I mean, I'd love to get rid of DRM, but that is probably not realistic.

I think the best avenue is probably a congressional law.

"The Own Your Own Data Act"

TOYODA?

We can workshop the name later.

In conclusion, we don't need to save blu-rays. We need the option to buy data and actually own it in perpetuity.

Meaning if a streaming service deletes a movie or a movie studio goes belly up, our data doesn't disintegrate along with it. We cannot let our favorite shows go extinct. We need to be part of preserving that history. Not to mention discs have a shelf life. But data can be transferred to new mediums indefinitely.

My house is just going to be wall to wall floppy disks.

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instock-now · 1 year

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made a yuu design to actually show up in CGs and other art but keeping their appearance ambiguous for everyone

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- all SD assets are from @/alchemivich - everything from face, eyes, hair, and even skin color are hidden so you can imagine your own yuu - i imagine yuu to be pretty short so their SD character may be shorter than others - the main inspiration for this specific design of yuu is this avatar from the TWST VR event

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst mc #ill do more for the events they canonically took part in #but if you wanna see other ones lmk

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zackcrazyvalentine · 5 months

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As I always say with my latest Twst posts, I am very out of loop with what's happening in the story, but that doesn't mean I won't go looking at spoilers on Twitter

and.... OH MY GOD

[SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 7 AHEAD]

THIS LILIA FACE IS BREAKING MY HEART BUT IN THE FLUFFIEST OF WAYS 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💔💔💔💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💔💔💔💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

SOMETHING ABOUT THE LATEST SD AVATARS THAT I'VE SEEN IS SHOWING ME THAT THEY HAVE IMPROVED WITH THE WAY THE PORTRAY EMOTIONS IN THE EXPRESSION AND FLOW OF MOVEMENT

BUT THIS LILIA WITH TINY BABY MALLEUS (WHO IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ADORABLE AS A TINY WITTLE ITTY-BITTY BABY DRAGON) IS DOING THINGS TO MY HEART 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕

THE SLIGHT EYE BAGS/WRINKLES AS HE CRIES....LIKE.... IT'S HEART WRETCHING, SHOWS HIS TIREDNESS, BUT ALSO PORTRAYS HAPPINESS AND RELIEF AAAAAAAAAAA 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#random ramblings #chapter 7 spoilers #twst chapter 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland #diasomnia #🥺💖💖💖#LITERALLY I WANNA CRY LOOKING AT IT #WITTLE BABYYYYYY 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

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stephiethewephie · 5 months

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Twisted Wonderland Yuu: Piper Finch

First OC intro! LET'S GO!!!

What better way to start than with my own Twisted Wonderland MC! Who, if you can't tell, is twisted from the young boy who went out into the woods to have adventures with his stuffed animals, Christopher Robin from Winnie the Pooh.

... In a world full of villains... this should be interesting.

Art by @boopshoops

PIPER FINCH

"Even when I turn 100, I don't think I'll ever forget my time here! I especially will never forget you! No matter where I go, I'll always be with you!"

Voice claim: Sophie Hatter (dub)

Age: 17 Birthday: August 21 Height: 170cm Homeland: East Sussex, England Grade: Freshman Dorm: Ramshackle Class: 1A Club: Mountain Lovers Club Best subject: Animal Languages Hobby: DIY Arts and Crafts Likes: Soft Things Dislikes: Being misunderstood Favorite Food: Honey Cakes Least Favorite Food: The Fat on Steaks Special Skill: Active Listening Description: Upon starting her final year of boarding school, Piper suddenly found herself at NRC. While trying to find her way back home, she will learn she is braver than she believes, stronger than she seems, and smarter than she thinks. And she will pass that on to the people she befriends there.

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atxxokirina · 9 months

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Seven Deadly Sins. | Lust.

Neteyam x Fem Na'vi reader

Part one, Gluttony with Lo'ak.

plot: you strictly told Neteyam not to bother you while you're with your friends, unless it's an emergency. But he needs you, he needs your body.. and that alone is an emergency to him.

contains: SMUT SMUTTY SMUT, rough, mean (ish) dom Neteyam, forced creampie (reader says no at first but eventually gives in), 2 sex scenes, exhibitionist Neteyam

Neteyam's sex drive was always high. No matter where, and when, as long as it was around you, he was practically hard the majority of the time. So much so that it hurts.

You've been at a party deep in the forest for the past hour. Dancing with your friends, drinking, and overall enjoying your time. Meanwhile, Neteyam is situated at your shared hut, failing to make himself cum. Thrusting his cock into his fist, tiny grunts and whimpers forming in his throat. He would have travel to where you are, just for a quickie, but he remembered what you told him before you left.

"If you're horny, touch yourself, or just wait for me, okay baby?" You gently kiss cheek. "Here's your comm, don't page me unless it's an emergency."

Fuck. He thought. This is so unfair. He needs you now. Now, now, now. Those words repeat in his head like a throbbing heart beat, never going away. Neteyam shakes his thoughts, leaning back and trying to focus on feeling good. He lets out a deep sigh, massaging his shaft as he uses his precum as lube. Images of you flash in his mind, your soft lips, perfect tits, and your ass.. oh, fuck. Your ass. He began forming it in his mind, replaying the times your ass bounced back on him while he held you down. This helped for a little, but it just wasn't enough.

Neteyam reaches up to his neck for the comm you and him share. This wouldn't count as interrupting your night, right? And this is an emergency..

"Y/n?" You hear a faint voice in your right ear, heart dropping once you realize it's Neteyam. You press the button down on your neck. "Neteyam? Is everything okay?" You ask hurriedly, already looking around for your belongings.

"Everything is fine. I just.. fuck, I want to be inside you." You sigh and roll your eyes, setting your bags back down on the floor. "Really, Teyam? I said emergencies only." You huff, annoyingly. "This is a fucking emergency." He mewls, teasing the dip of his cock. "And watch your attitude. Don't make me come up there and fix it."

"Neteyam, I'm with my friends. I have to go-" Just as you were about to turn your comm off, you hear a deep, husk growl. "No. You're staying." He could hear your tiny pouts as he palmed his cock, closing his eyes to invision you. "Keep talking to your friends." You hum, unsure about what he's planning. "O-Okay." You follow his orders, conversing with your peers as he groaned in your ear.

"Yeah, fuck.. love hearing your voice," He moans, causing a flame to ignite in your stomach. "Neteyam.." You whispered, turning your head so your friends don't see you talking. "I can't do this." He grunts. "Is that so? Hm, why not?" He speaks through his strained moans. "My friends are here. Please, just handle this yourself." You whisper-yell, ripping the comm off of your neck, finally feeling relief.

But that sweet relif didn't last very long. It was only moments later before you hear Neteyam's voice piercing through the bud in your ear. "Think you can just hang up on me like that? I need you, now!" He yelled, voice crisp and looming. You grab your comm again, pressing down the button with annoyance. "Neteyam, are you serious? I'll be back for you later! Just wait." You plead, pure desperation in your tone.

"Yeah? Wait? You want me to wait for you?" You swallow another gulp. Feeling guilty for leaving him like this. "Listen." He commands, bringing the comm down to his cock, ensuring that you hear his precum and slick slathered around it. The friction of him stroking his shaft. Up and down, up and down. You hear his faint moans and whimpers in the background, instantly making you melt.

Feeling a heat form through your body, and river through your loincloth. It turned you on beyond words to hear him like this. Begging for you to come home and take care of him. "Does that sound like I can fucking wait? Bring your ass home, y/n. Right now." Neteyam growled, ending your call with a click.

You whined. As much as you wanted to stay and have fun with your friends, you were still scared of what Neteyam would do if you didn't get back immediately.

In defeat, you said your goodbyes to everyone. Promising to see them again tomorrow, even though you probably won't be able to walk by then.

Eventually making your way home, you carefully step in. "Neteyam?" You called out, feeling your body being shoved onto your cot without hesitation. You yelp, seeing Neteyam on top of you and holding your arms above your head. He's fully naked, not even wearing the jewelry he usually has on. "I should rip your little body apart for making me wait this long.." He whispers, grazing his sharp fangs against your jugular as he humps his cock against your clothed pussy. "Ah.. I-I'm sorry," You mewl at the pressure. "I don't think you are.." He trails down, sinking his teeth into your thin and flimsy loincloth, tearing it in two. "But you will be.

He holds your hips down, causing you to try to free yourself. "Don't fucking move." He grunts, slapping his thick, girthy dick against your clit. Your pussy clenches at the feeling, simply aching for more. He lines himself up with your pussy, slowly sliding in as your warmth envelopes him. You both moan in unison. "Ohhh fuckkkk.. yeah, that's better. A lot better." He groans, looking down as he starts to stroke inside of you. You gasp at how quick he starts off, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Neteyam desperately fucks into you, mewling and huffing in your ear. "Too much! Slow down, please Teyeam!" You cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

"This is what you get," *thrust* "..for making me fucking wait." *thrust*

"I'm sorry! I'm s-sooo sorry!" You whimper again as he lifts himself up, removing your arms from around them and pinning them above your head. "Yeah, take it. Just like that." He leans his body back, drilling his cock into you with almost zero effort, eyes rolling back at the way your walls tighten around him. Neteyam grabs your face, making sure you hold eye contact with him. "Don't look away," His hips stutter. "I want you to look at me while I fill you up with my fucking cum." Your pupils widen, shaking your head as you attempt to free your arms. "N-No! I don't wanna get- preg..nant, please!!" You beg and babble. Too fucked out to properly speak. "Hah.. what was that?" He teased, taking his cock out and shoving it right back in. Knocking the air out of your lungs. "You wanna get pregnant?" You mewl, followed by a whined squeal. "Shit, keep making those fucking noises.." Neteyam lets out a deep moan, still fucking you mercilessly. "Mm-mm!" You try to deny, but it sounds like more of a moan to him.

"No fucking problem. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, that'll teach you not to make me wait anymore, won't it?" He thrusts deeper and deeper with every word. It feels so good. As if his dick had fucking drugs on it, even if you said no, you wanted this. You wanted his cum more than anything. "Oh? You're not gonna speak to me?" He chucked, slamming back down, making you yelp like a pathetic pup. "Or are you too drunk of my cock to say anything?— Fuck, I'm so close."

He speeds up, chasing his high like he'd die without it. "Ah, fuck! I'm cumming inside you.. shit, I'm filling this pussy up!" He moaned as small spurts of his seed spew into you, turning into thick ropes that filled your womb. "Oh fuck, Neteyam!" You gasp, arching your back as your body collapsed.

"I'm not done with you." Neteyam positions himself against the wall holding your body up and shoving it down on his still hard cock. He grips your waist, nails digging into your skin while he guides your hips, forcing your sensitive cunt to take more of him. "I can't do this, please.." Your head falls into the crook of his neck, whimpering in his ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," You repeat over and over again, but he couldn't care less. "Shut the fuck up, and take it." He demanded, aggressively moving you back and forth. Wet, squelching noises fill your hut. Along with your needy moans, and his painful thrusting. Your body is giving up, and you've decided to take the overwhelming pleasure. You moan and whimper after every thrust, slick drooling onto his cock. Neteyam holds the plush of your ass, shifting his hips and hitting you sweet spot.

"I'm gonna cum in this pussy again. You're gonna be so full of me, full of my seed." You moan in response, needy 'mhm's' coming out in pieces. "Fuck, I'm cumming.. Take it all, take all of this fucking load." He grunts, shuddering as he releases his cream into you again. "I'm filling you up baby, oh, fuuck," the rest of his seed flows into you. You and him out of breath, refusing to let each other go.

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#avatar #atwow #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #ff #loak sully #avatar fanfiction #neytiri sully #jake sully #sds avatar #sds #neteyam x mute #neteyam x mute gf #neteyam smut

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planet-gay-comic · 4 months

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The Debate From the Agora to the Hashtag: The Evolution of Political Debate

In the golden era of antiquity, when philosophers in flowing robes strolled through the Agora, political debates were a feast for the mind. Imagine: Sharp-witted men like Socrates, armed with nothing but stunning logic and a sharp mind, laid the cornerstones of democracy. These debates had style, substance, and not a trace of trolling.

Jump to the Middle Ages: Political debate shifted to the halls of power, where the word 'intrigue' carried more weight than a dozen heavy armors. Here, in the shadows of castle walls, the word was often a plaything in the hands of nobles, whose idea of 'freedom of expression' was limited to the king freely expressing his opinion.

The Renaissance marked a return to the roots of critical thinking. In academies and at humanistic princely courts, surrounded by artworks reflecting the legacy of antiquity, scholars and thinkers ignited new debates about politics, art, and science. These conversations were marked by a revival of humanistic ideals and contributed to the emergence of modern political philosophy. In this era of awakening, the discussions were not only a matter of the mind but also an expression of Europe's growing cultural and intellectual self-confidence.

In the 19th century, as Europe was seized by the waves of industrial and political revolutions, coffeehouses and salons experienced their golden age. In these spaces, found in cities like Vienna, Paris, and beyond, intellectuals and artists sparked lively debates on the pressing issues of the time. The debates in these coffeehouses and the discussion circles in the salons, often led by cultivated hostesses, were characterized by wit, satire, and a profound influence on Europe's cultural and political landscape. In this atmosphere of openness and exchange, many thoughts and movements that shaped the modern world emerged.

In the Age of Enlightenment, debates became somewhat more civilized, though no less heated. Parliaments and public forums became the stages where ideas clashed in gladiator-style. Here, modern ideals of freedom of speech and representation were born - and sometimes the not-so-modern ideals of political theater.

Then came the 20th century, and with it, the media. Political debates were now conducted in the living room, broadcast live and accompanied by charming moderators. Charisma began to trump content, and debate mutated into a television sport, where points for style were as important as those for substance.

Today, in the age of the internet and social media, political debates have entered a new, digital arena. Twitter/X, Facebook, Reddit – these are the modern Agoras. Here, hashtags fight instead of heroes, memes instead of manifestos. The political debate has turned into a 24/7 online battle, where everyone with a smartphone is a gladiator of rhetoric. Ironically, in a world where everyone can share their opinion, the screams seem to get louder, while listening takes a back seat.

In a bizarre twist of fate, we have gone from the Agora to the avatar, from Platonic dialectic to digital dispute. Have we lost the art of civilized conversation? Perhaps. But one thing is certain: Never has the political conversation been more alive, louder, and, well, hair-raising.

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#DebateEvolution #marblestatue #gayart #statue #toga #greek #debate #ancient #history #men #discussion #roman #democracy #freespeech

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saltminerising · 6 months

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do you ever judge a total stranger based on the dragon they have as their avatar… kinda like astrology or mbti. here are the vibes i get from the most common:

female sd, male wc: loaded with cash

imp: chill, a bit on the older side

male spiral: weird.

female pc: emo. real tortured soul

snapper: sweet, very sweet.

ofc i would never treat someone differently because of their avatar dragon, but i’m curious to know if you guys have ‘cliches’ like that or if i’m just on the forums too much LOL

#frd #forums

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gizantara · 11 days

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Dua Kurcaci dan Pokèmon

Dua hari ini aku ngabisin waktu bernostalgia ke masa lalu. Kemarin nonton film pilihan si bungsu, Pokemon Horizon. Aku baru sadar diriku sekudet itu ketika dua kurcaci kecilku sekarang hafal banget nama-nama pokemon generasi baru. Yang pernah nempel di ingatan terakhirku cuma sampai generasi V dan itupun cuma beberapa. Maklum, udah pensi lama banget dari dunia game. Terakhir main game di komputer tuh SMP awal. Pas kuliah sempet lumayan intens setahun lebih main game Sky: Children of The Light di HP, cuma udah setahun lebih pensi juga karena mager ngerjain daily quests.

Waktu nonton Pokèmon Horizon kemarin bahkan aku beneran gatau nama pokemon punya si tokoh utamanya.

"Hah itu siapa? Kok Giza gatau?"

"Sprigatito, ini mah beda Za sama yang di game soalnya ini mah udah generasi IX."

Dari zaman aku TK dan SD, aku udah diperkenalkan cara main game di Game Boy Advance (GBA) emulator, mulai dari Harvest Moon, Pokemon, Mario, Avatar, Naruto, dan Bomberman. Nggak cuma walkthrough-nya, tapi juga sekalian diajarin sama cara nge-cheatnya. Part ini aku emang agak pick me soalnya dulu emang langka banget punya temen sesama cewek yang ngerti main ginian. Beda sama sekarang, permainan udah lebih variatif, target marketnya juga bukan cuma cowok melainkan juga cewek.

Dulu aku emang sedekat itu sama si Aa (kakak sulung). Pas kecil kadang aku mainnya dipangku sama dia bahkan kami beberapa kali kesetrum bareng wkwk. Dia juga yang memperkenalkan semua video lucu atau jumpscare dan lagu warnet 2000-an ke aku. Dia yang selalu nyuruh aku ngadepin musuh sebisaku dulu sampai dia turun tangan kalau menurutnya aku emang udah ga bisa. Dia yang sering pamerin pencapaiannya di game untuk mengesankanku (wkwk bocil) dan juga sebaliknya, aku pamer pencapaianku dan dia bangga (karena ternyata pengajaran gamenya berpengaruh wkwk).

Seiring si Aa bertambah dewasa dan makin jauh dari rumah, dua kurcaci ini tetep punya sosok "Aa" lewat aku yang tomboi. Kan anak kecil suka adu bangga-banggaan kakak ya, nah waktu itu dua kurcaci ini lagi di teras rumah dan ngobrol sama para bocil lainnya. Buah bibir para bocil ini biasanya kakak cowok, soalnya keliatan keren dan kaya mengetahui segala hal. Tapi di obrolan itu, dua kurcaci ini bilangnya, "teteh aku mainnya udah sampai X terus udah punya ABCDE, terus bisa ngajarin nge-cheat juga."

Di situ aku merasa lucu ngeliat para bocil lain terpukau dengerin ocehan adikku. Terus kocak, hal kek gitu doang dibanggain, hahaha dasar bocil.

Karena pengetahuan perpokemonan adikku selalu lebih dulu mereka peroleh dibandingkan temen-temennya, mereka sering jadi trendsetter di komplek. Misalnya trend ngumpulin kartu pokemon lewat beli choki-choki. Terus pernah sekali aku keluar rumah, temennya adikku mastiin, "teteh kamu teh yang itu bukan, yang pokemonnya udah jauh?" Hari itu hatiku ketawa tapi merasa tersentuh juga. Kenapa sih bocil tuh manis dan polos amat?

Hari ini aku dan dua kurcaci + satu adikku yang lain menghabiskan sisa liburan ke Gramedia. Tujuanku nyari buku dan tujuan si bocil nyari kartu pokemon, hahaha. Sebenarnya ini juga berangkat dari keinginanku membentuk "core memory" si bocil supaya pas gede mereka inget pernah seseneng itu diajak jalan-jalan sama tetehnya buat nyari barang favoritnya. Mungkin karena dulu juga aku punya "core memory" yang menyenangkan dari mamah bapak, makanya sekarang ketika mamah bapak udah bertambah tua dan ga bisa nemenin mereka main banyak-banyak, giliran aku yang nemenin. Jadi sadar juga sih sepanjang hari ini bahwa yang menyenangkan hati tuh sebenarnya ga harus yang muluk-muluk.

Gara-gara itu juga, aku jadi coba main Pokèmon Go tadi dan mereka ikut berbinar pas tau itu karena mereka udah dari lama pengen main cuma aku larang terus. Rencana awalnya sebenarnya biar badanku lebih gerak dan lebih banyak keluar, terutama di pagi hari, itung-itung hunting pokemon.

Sekarang coba dikit-dikit main game lagi untuk memperkuat bonding sama mereka sebelum mereka tambah dewasa dan sebelum aku sibuk kerja atau lanjut studi. Sekaligus ngasih semacam reward juga buat mereka berdua karena mereka berhasil khatam Al-Qur'an di bulan Ramadhan (tentu dengan intensitas main yang diatur). Jadinya aku ikut excited lagi setelah belasan tahun gak ngikutin info tentang pokemon.

Rasanya hari ini kaya ada kebahagiaan tersendiri ketika punya kapasitas dan compassion untuk menyenangkan orang tersayang. Tentu ada aja kondisi-kondisi tertentu ketika aku ga memenuhi permintaan mereka, baik karena aku ga mampu maupun emang ga mau. Cuma sekarang jadi kebayang gimana caranya menuhin tabung kasih sayangnya adik-adik. Kalau kata mamski mah, "ka dulur mah tong sok itungan" aku setuju banget. Aku juga pernah bilang ke mereka, "nanti akan ada masanya kalian naksir perempuan, tapi jangan katrok ya pas jatuh cinta! Kan tabung cinta kalian udah penuh sama mamah, bapak, aa, dan teteh-teteh."

Adik-adikku mungkin ga akan baca ini, tapi aku sebagai teteh beneran berterimakasih atas kehadiran kalian. Bukan aku yang membesarkan kalian, tapi kalian yang mendewasakanku. Aku ingat betapa bersyukurnya aku waktu kelahiran si Kakak (adik pangais bungsu). Waktu itu aku yang kelas 5 SD sampai shaum daud sebulan untuk menunaikan nazarku atas kelahiran adik cowok. Sejak lahirnya kalian berdua, keluarga ini jadi seru abiezt. Teteh dan aku juga pernah bilang, kalian berdua tuh hidupnya seru terus wkwk. Ada aja hal-hal simpel yang bisa bikin kalian ketawa, gembira, dan nggak bosen hidup.

Pendidikan mamah dan bapak ke kalian adalah hasil trial and error dari pendidikan mereka ke aa dan teteh-teteh. Syukurlah kalian sekarang hidup ketika mamah, bapak, aa dan teteh-teteh udah punya awareness atas banyak hal. Oiya kadang kalian jadi bahan bayangan aku kalau aku punya anak cowok. Ngeliat model interaksi kita, kayanya ketika jadi orang tua nanti, aku bakal jadi tipikal ibu yang sohib banget sama anak-anaknya, ya walau mungkin nggak akan selemah lembut ibu-ibu lainnya.

Banyak "pertama kali" yang kalian belum lalui. Kaya tadi, kalian pertama kali liat judul-judul buku yang aneh, nyentrik, bahkan kalian juga pertama kali liat Alkitab dan merasa asing kan? Itu wajar. Tapi satu hal, di semua "pertama kali"-nya kalian, semoga teteh-teteh bisa selalu hadir dan ngasih tau what's that, why did that happen, and how to response it. Oh iya, kalian juga suka banget sama hal-hal berbau lifehack, jadi aku akan dengan senang hati belajar jadi teteh yang cerdas supaya kalian punya jalan yang lebih pintas dari apa yang pernah aku lalui.

Yang paling utama, teteh-teteh selalu pengen kalian selamat. Seseneng apapun kalian sama sesuatu, teteh-teteh juga bakal tetep jaga kalian supaya punya pondasi din yang kuat serta ngebantu kalian maintenance interaksi kalian dengan Al-Qur'an. Aku tau, kesenangan kalian terhadap hal tertentu akan ada masanya. Jadi selagi kalian masih suka, ayo manfaatkan perasaan dan kesan itu untuk membentuk memori yang baik. Ilmu dan hikmah mah bisa masuk dari mana aja kok, main pokemon juga banyak hikmahnya kalau kita mainnya mindful. Pinter-pinter ngambil hikmah aja.

Nanti, saat hobi kalian udah berbeda dan aku mungkin udah ga bisa lagi mengikutinya, semoga aku selalu bisa meningkatkan level mendengar dan understanding-ku. Semoga aku selalu punya telinga yang excited dengerin cerita-cerita kalian yang beranjak dewasa. Semoga aku selalu punya respon yang nggak ngeremehin dalam setiap "pertama kalinya" kalian. Semoga aku selalu dapat mengenal kalian bagaimanapun kalian berubah. Semoga kalian juga tidak menganggap bercerita itu jadi suatu hal yang merepotkan.

Aku punya sesuatu yang mungkin nggak dikatakan kepada kalian. Aku lumayan senang kalau kalian main game di HP-ku atau sekedar nonton YouTube. Algoritma minat kita bertiga jadi nyampur di satu akun dan akhirnya aku punya banyak pembahasan yang sama dengan kalian berkat tontonan yang sama. Pokoknya aku senang mengenal dan mempelajari kalian.

Nanti kalau Allah izinkan, aku mungkin akan sibuk di dunia orang dewasa. Tapi pulang ke dunia yang ada kaliannya selalu dapat menyenangkan hati. Nanti ketika kalian sudah tahu lebih banyak hal, kalian nggak akan bertanya lagi. Tapi semandiri apapun kalian, kalian selalu jadi dua kurcaci kecilnya teteh-teteh. Nanti kalau Allah izinkan, aku akan punya keluarga baru. Jadi sebelum itu, aku mau manfaatkan kedekatan dengan keluarga yang sekarang sebaik mungkin. Semoga kita sekeluarga reuni lagi di surga! Ngomong-ngomong tentang surga, jadi inget si bungsu pernah setuju dengan pernyataan:

"Pas masuk surga, pasti mau minta ada di dunia pokemon."

Nanti kita minta ke Allah biar bisa keliling surga naik Latias dan Latios yak! Yang penting, sekarang selamat aja dulu. Nanti di surga bisa main dan jadi trainer pokemon sepuasnya! Kocak juga, pokemon bisa jadi motivasi pengen masuk surga tapi ya namanya juga anak kecil wkwk.

— Giza, kenang-mengenang keluarga yang bukan hanya sekedar indah, tapi takkan terganti. Aku suka keluarga ini 😌

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