#tamu physics

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Will it break? by Dr. Tatiana Erukhimova

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STRETCH.

yoga instructer choso x black man-eater reader

a/n: this is heavily inspired by jennifer’s body (・_・ヾ

also 1000 followers WHATT? (つ✧ω✧)つ

no branding included in this fic actually, so yk what that means. part two in the future asf (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

warnings: murder, reader is a succubus who eats boys & the girls she sleeps with (not choso), reader has fangs, big dick choso, he’s shy, he do be eating ass though, sloppy eater, whiny choso, pussydrunk cho, breeding asf, soft dom choso but like (￣ω￣;) subby, he makes reader submit, just nasty, also frens with satosugu

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man-eater

Noun

man-eater (plural man-eaters)

An animal that attacks and kills humans for food, such as certain tigers or sharks; any animal that consumes human flesh. quotations 

A cannibal; a human that eats other humans. quotations 

(by extension, slang) A seductive dangerous woman, often readily taking and discarding male romantic partners. 

One thing you loved about the 21st century is that there was never a shortage of people. They were everywhere. Crawling around like little ants and fucking rapidly like rabbits. You never ran out of your source of food, your source of life. 

Your species have been around for a long time. You don’t remember how you came to be, but when you first opened your eyes, you were in the center of hot molten rock from the middle of the northwest Pacific Ocean. Tamu Massif, the world’s massive underwater volcano, just 1,600 km east of Japan, was your home. 

Your first feeding, your first kill, happened off the coast on the Seychelles beaches about two days after you were awakened. Your brown body was paling by then, but you didn’t know why. At first, you didn’t know what you were, but you knew you were weak and physically unable to move at some point. While still beautiful, your eyes lacked any life in them. You needed energy.

In your defense, they came to you. The wife did, more specifically. You were under the sun a lot; it was the only thing that could at least give you some life. You suspected she and the buff man with her were here as tourists, a honeymoon vacation spot perhaps. But, even after just being introduced to this world, you knew what you preferred. You were selective.

Her husband wasn’t all that interesting to break, but her... 

She was gorgeous, downright angelic. And you had such a strong desire to fuck her. And weirdly enough, your mouth started savoring at the thought of eating her. 

It seems you hadn’t known just how insatiable you can be, just how powerful you really are. It wasn’t on purpose; you swear it wasn’t. But you know what they say about firsts. She was addicting. How soft she was, how perfect her body fit with yours. She taught you how to feel, how to let go. You were so high on pleasure.

So, you can imagine your distress when you wake up to her unmoving body on top of your naked one. When you shift your eyes to the left, you notice her neck, specifically the missing chunk of it. You lick your lips and immediately grimace at the saltiness. You pushed her body towards your side with a huff. 

At first, you felt quite hysterical. You ran toward the mirror and saw something that caused you to gasp.  

Was that blood?

Red spots were all over your face, and your mouth area was even more adorned. Your locs are messy, cascading down past your hips. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what occurred while you were intoxicated with pleasure. 

Your face is grim as you grasp onto the skin of your forehead, groaning. Flashes start to appear in your mind. A glimpse of her face, body, her pussy. Flashes of you leaning into her neck, flashes of her neck being torn apart, and flashes of her body shaky under your firm hold. 

Oh.

After about ten seconds had passed of your staring in the mirror, you accepted that this woman was now dead. You had killed her. 

But.. you weren’t overwhelmed by dread. Not upset or guilty that you completely depleted this woman’s life force. A strong feeling coursed through every nook and cranny in your veins, and you felt rejuvenated. The eye bags that had formed beneath your wispy eyelashes were absent, you could tell that much despite the amount of blood splattered on your face.

You had a liking for this feeling. Your strength was apparent, and your skin was brighter and clearer. You experienced such a state of euphoria. And well, you would die if you didn’t get more. Literally and figuratively.

You didn’t make an effort to conceal the body; you felt no need to. You felt compelled to go somewhere, but when you looked in that direction, all you could see was the moving water. You escaped into the ocean at the exact moment, moving as fast as you could away from the small island and following the intense pressure calling out to you.

Since that incident, you’ve stayed in Japan. A black woman with unnatural beauty stalked through the night, undeniably being the center of attention. You were the talk of everywhere you went; people often compared you to a witch, a vampire was the funniest one you’ve heard. You were unusual and feared a little by the public. Although you were beautiful, every step you took was infused with a sense of danger and mystery. Death, even. 

It’s common for people who left with you to never be seen again. In the event that they were, they weren’t the same. People had this inexhaustible attraction towards you. They wanted to know more, they tried to discover the secrets you held. But unless you choose them, all people could potentially get out of you was a meaningless glance.

The more you kill, the stronger you become. You became aware of this shortly after your second kill, and you could soon hold off on feeding for weeks if you needed to. Though you’ve grown to realize that you’re superior to a particular breed, you were never the type to go crazy with power. Many of your species, you could tell, were famous and had the most influence on the public. 

Take the city’s most well-known billionaires, such as Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. Their ownership of many corporations and businesses allowed them to have multiple connections with dangerous parts of Japan, such as the Yakuza. However, they also contribute significant amounts of income to the city annually. Their support of the most popular things in the population was indisputable, making it impossible not to like them. It wasn’t because they wanted to; they weren’t that generous, but because they loved power. 

Passing them on your stroll, you could tell they were similar to you. Their scent was unlike that of humans, and their energy and absolute pheromones were ridiculous. They were looking for prey that night, you could tell by how potent it was. And perhaps if you were human, you would have fallen for their charm when they called out for you. 

They had plans to make you their meal for the night, but unfortunately, their hypnotic effect on humans didn’t work on you. That’s when they realized that you were like them, and well, they were both amused. 

“Aw, how cute,”

“Bet you would’ve tasted real good too.”

To this day, you don’t know if Suguru was talking about eating you or your pussy. Even so, you became a close friend of the pair from that moment forward. There were days when they would pop up to your apartment unannounced and grace you with their antics. It was more of a domestic setting, not sexual, but they enjoyed being around someone who deeply understood them. 

Today was one of those days. Your peaceful nap ended when they entered your bedroom and plopped down on your bed, discussing the last feeding they had. Satoru’s voice reaches an enthusiastic pitch,

“She was so bendy, Suguru! She bent over backwards, and she was still taking my dick,” 

The long-haired man shifts his eyes carelessly towards his best friend, who is resting on your thighs and intensely focused on something on his phone. You were oblivious to the words spewed out by Satoru, fighting against the sleep you had gotten before they arrived. The latter raises a brow,

“Hmm,”

“She told me she takes something called yoga classes? It’s a shame she’s dead now, she was fu- Wait! Hey, Y/n?”

Your response is a hum as he shifts his head to your face and speaks with a sly smile on his lips,

“Do you take yoga classes?” 

You were not very fond of modern activities, so you rarely indulged in them. You rarely attempt to learn about human life and what they do for fun or work due to that knowledge. Their values never weighed down on you, and as a result, you lived a peaceful life. When you glanced down at piercing ice eyes, the confusion was evident on your face, 

“What’s..yoga?”

Suguru gave a response instead, knowing that Satoru would give you a misleading description of the exercise, 

“It’s just an activity humans do to calm the mind and stretch the body.”

“I see. Does it bring pleasure?”

“Maybe, they seem to be very satisfied afterwards.”

You twist your head in thought, interesting. Satoru pokes at your shoulder, and when you glance down, he shows you his phone screen. Plentiful pictures of women in various positions, very flexible..positions. Was she holding herself up on her forearms?

“Where can I find this? I’d like to.. learn.” Your own words caused you to startle yourself, and now you’re completely awake. 

Since when? 

You hear a breathy laugh coming from beneath you. “Oh yeah? Didn’t peg you as the type to like playing with your food.” His fingers move to find the nearest yoga studio by your building, despite his taunting, and he feels internally happy when he discovers it’s one he knows. 

You flick his head, giggling while he grunts a bit. “It’s interesting. I didn’t know the body could shape itself like that.” In all honesty, he presented you with some pictures that made you grimace a little. 

“There’s a place called Kamo’s Zen Sanctuary a few blocks from here. Of course, Suguru and I are friends with the owner.”

The mentioned man hums in assurance, 

“We can send a car to take you tomorrow afternoon if you’re up for it.” He wiggles his brows as he waits for your response.

As always, they kept their word without fail. Before the car arrived the next day, a large package was delivered to your door with a flimsy note that said, ‘You’re welcome.’ 

It’s probable that you only needed one yoga set, but your friends wanted to give you a wide array of choices to pick from. Ultimately, you opted for a lightweight black set. When you looked in the mirror, you really saw how the clothing accentuated your body, especially your ass. Oh, you liked this.

Stopping outside the studio, your mind suddenly became well aware that you didn’t know how human establishments operated. You took pleasure in the decorative pieces that this place had. Cold air, a Buddha statue spilling water steadily in a bowl, and soothing violin music immediately welcomed you upon arrival. 

Despite not being familiar with the environment, you still entered it with grace. You would have left if it weren’t for the tall, handsome gentleman who sneaked up on you from behind. His silent demeanor made it impossible to hear him, and when you saw his face, you indeed weren’t disappointed.

“Do you need help, miss?”

Smooth was how his words came across. When you faced him, his face was smooth, too. Your body vibrated, your fingertips were slightly twitching, and your mind was reeling in the fact that you were suddenly very, very hungry. Although it’s been a week since you last had anything to eat, you’ve already found your next prey. 

Him. The quite pale man with a pair of beautiful, solemn eyes. The dark line across his face is a perfect fit for him, and it’s hard not to notice. His plum lips are almost puckered, but they look so soft you want to sink your teeth into them. You want him.

You eye his exposed biceps in the black shirt clinging onto his pale skin, “Yes, I want to learn yoga. How can I?”   

Even as his ears flush, he maintains a steady tone and unbothered expression when addressing you, barely making eye contact, “I can get you started with that. My name is Choso. I’m an instructor here. Come with me, miss.”

You nodded without reason because the man had already turned and started walking to a different room. You’re staring at him, more so the way his muscles ripple with every step he takes. There’s an intangible desire on your part to fuck this man, bite every inch of his body until he was withering in pleasure. 

Choso seemed shy, but you liked that he was nervous and fidgety around you as you faced him in a larger room with a mirror covering both ends. There were no lights on, only candles surrounding the black walls. The echo from the fish swimming in the small pond could be heard throughout the space. 

His back could be seen through the clear glass. As you looked around, you also noticed red mats and..blocks? This place was strange. You lick your lips when he speaks again, 

“This is where we do the practice. I sense that you’re new to this. Do you want to start with a small stretch first?” His hand reaches behind him to pick up a thin mat, his low purple eyes flickering between the object and you. 

“Of course, Choso.”

Choso has a sweet scent, almost like a bakery. The moment you walked inside, his scent infiltrated your nostrils. The sheer proximity of his body when he guided you into what he said was the downward dog position made you feel like you were floating. You felt hot, even on fire, when he touched you. The fabric you wore was so tightly held onto your body that it felt like he was touching your bare skin.

He was exerting pressure on your lower thighs, making them conform to the position. When you glanced in the mirror, he seemed so focused on what he was doing. You swear your pussy had a heartbeat. His gaze catches yours,

“Head down, miss.”

You listen wordlessly, your locs making small thumping sounds when they hit the red surface. Maybe Choso could feel the heat and craving radiating off of your body. Maybe he couldn’t. It’s impossible to read his thoughts, no matter which way you look at it. His face remains blank after he says ‘good job’ for maintaining the position after a minute. If he can feel your body heating up like you can, his expression doesn’t make it known. 

His body, however, does. More so, how red he gets, as if he’s heating up too as if he’s experiencing the same shit you are. Could he be?

Choso tells you about the next position he’s going to put you in,

“You’re a little tense on your outer hips, so we’re gonna do something called the Pigeon pose.”

You’re almost about to ask, ‘What’s that?’ but he shows you before you can even part your lips. Your right leg is flat against the floor, twisted in front of you almost perfectly, while your left leg elongates towards the back. Choso observes the difficulty of your arms in holding you up, so he goes in front of you to help. The firmness of his hands on your hips reflects his strength, especially when he presses down slightly to stretch the area. 

“It’s okay. Your legs are supporting you. You can relax a bit.” Can you, though? With the way, he’s pressing on an area that’s suddenly very sore to you. His voice is scratching some primal part of your brain. You think it’s impossible.

“Am I supposed to be doing something while in this position?” You intentionally lower your voice to make him look at you. He does, just not in the way you want. That stupid, blank expression is still on his face. You rub your lower body on the mat, shivering a little as it barely touches your clit through the fabric.

“You’re supposed to breathe. Just be.” He speaks softly against your face. You were fond of his closeness, the sensation of his breath being directly on your skin. 

“When will this feel pleasurable?” You exhale. You honestly weren’t seeing any interest in human activities again. You were only getting a slight burn on your legs, and that was due to the grip Choso still had on you.

You don’t know what it is you said, but you watch Choso intensely. You can see his eyes widen for a split second before returning to their original state.

“Pleasurable? You came here.. for pleasure?” 

There was a slight hiccup in his voice at the end of his question. You got him, you think. It shouldn’t be much to get him under you now. He taps his long fingers on your hip twice twice in an attempt to make you shift to the other leg, causing you to jump. 

A wince escapes your lips as he releases his grip on you, “I hear that this practice can give that. Is it true?”

You finally caught Choso’s eye on you. In fact, his gaze remains on you even after he observes your body shift its position. You believe that you like his eyes on you. He lowers himself to your level to help you still your body.

“I suppose it depends on what kind of pleasure you’re looking for, miss.”

You hum softly as you breathe him in once more today when his palms rest against you once again. What did he mean by that?

You reply, but your gaze never leaves his, “What kind of pleasure can you give me, Choso?” 

Choso was quiet, reserved from the public, and honestly tried his best to avoid any eye contact with you during your entire time in his studio. But he only has so much self-control, as did you. The only conversation was a series of intense squelching sounds as Choso sucked on your pink bud obscenely. 

“Oh fuck- Just like that, Cho!”

He moaned fervently against your brown lips, pulling your hips against his face and keeping your cheeks apart with his large grip. You were on your knees, back shaped into a perfect arch. He was not letting go, squeezing his tongue down your wet pussy lips. Your body shakes as his tongue licks a stripe through your folds, circles all over your puckered hole, and drool slips onto the thin mat.

“Ah-!”

Your cries made Choso even more red in the ears. He thought he was pretty dull, not exciting or engaging to talk to. He didn’t pay much attention to his looks, girls always found him too.. weird. It wasn’t something he expected to happen on his day. He knew who you were before you came in, Satoru had the pleasure of letting him know you were on your way. But the minute you came into his place of work, he found it very hard to resist you. That’s why he didn’t make any eye contact. 

The truth is, Choso was deeply attracted to you and found it terrifying. 

Choso’s pretty head was puzzled by the fact that he was responsible for the angelic sounds that emerged from your plump lips. He couldn’t fathom that he was on his knees licking the most sensitive parts of your body. But, he welcomed it, letting himself sink into the essence of you with a feeling of overwhelming desperation. 

“Want more. Come on, miss. Give m-me more, please.”

How much more can you give him? He already has his face deep inside of you. You understand what he is trying to say when he inserts two fingers into your wet mound, dragging them in and out and carefully grazing the spongy spot that makes you thrash around. You immediately clench at the intrusion, feeling the overwhelming pleasure burn in the pit of your stomach. 

Choso is eager to pay attention to all parts of you but doesn’t know where to focus. Every part of you tastes so celestial, he wanted you to give him everything at the same time. His finger-fucking is swift, and your mind is entirely absent when the man pushes his tongue into and out of your ass simultaneously. Choso was so turned on that his precum was making a stain on his shorts from how much he was leaking.

His moans vibrated against your lower lips, and you swore in all your existence that you had never been eaten so nasty like this. He was going to make you cum so fast that you couldn’t even be mad about it.

He can feel it. The fatness of your pussy is pressing against Choso’s two big fingers, forcing him to use more strength to maintain his rapid pace. Your wetness creates a beautiful clear puddle under his attack, and he can feel it. Could you also do that on his dick? Milk his cock over and over and over again until he couldn’t cum anymore? Choso has been an atheist his entire life, but he almost prayed for this one favor.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ouuu fuck! I’m g-gonna-”

The man doesn’t respond at first, only presses into your G-spot harder and more��forcefully, as if he has a point to prove. He circles at your clit, wrapping the twitching bud around his lips, and sucks hard. What does it for you is the drunk whispers vibrating against your core of ‘Please, give it to me. Just cum. Fuck, it’s so wet.’

Your stomach tightens, your hands grip the carpeted floor in front of you, and your mouth releases pornographic moaning as cream pours out of you and onto his waiting tongue. Choso is clamoring for your taste, and as a result, he moans out with you. You have a strong desire for him, but for some inexplicable reason, your body is unwilling to eat him. Instead, you never wanted to fuck a person so badly in your life. 

Choso’s close proximity makes him ignore your little whimpers while rubbing his blushing, leaking tip up and down your sloppy cunt. When did he even pull his dick out? 

“Bet it’s so w-warm inside. Ah-” When his flushed tip accidentally slips in, and he gets a taste of the warmth you bring, his breathy voice cracks. You’re whining now. Pushing back on Choso, sucking his wide cock in your greedy hole, feeling impatient to force him down far enough to rip your pussy. 

Choso has the most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard. His voice is deep, but his tone gets so high in pitch when he’s like this. It’s so whiny it makes you cream. Literally. His voice cracks, just like his resolve does when you slide all 7.8 inches of him in so that your hips are flush against his pelvis. The feeling of his dick inside of you is so good that you’re so close to begging.

He thought he could have some self-control, but he barely kept it together when he was just eating you out. Your drooling pussy convulsing and contracting against Choso, against his cock, is a sign that his soul has reached a part of heaven. He couldn’t stop himself, really. He couldn’t do anything but relentlessly fuck you at an inhuman pace. 

“So good. So good. Pussy’s so fucking-” He cuts himself off with a loud groan when he witnesses your soft brown cheeks being spread apart for him, revealing a magnificent view of your pussy being stretched beyond their limits. Giving him a beautiful view of your messy pussy creaming the more his dick repeatedly punches your g-spot again and again and again.

You’re wailing. You’re trying to find something to hold onto that can bring your mind back to reality. Choso makes it so hard. He is becoming more and more clingy to your liquids, and his hips are vibrating violently against yours, making you believe he might be bruising your cervix. You love it. You love every speck of pleasure flowing and rippling through your body. You love everything he’s giving your body at this moment.

“I-I know what you- Oh fuck. W-what you are,”

Huh?

The thought is almost pushed out of your head when he angles his hips to get deeper inside of you. Wet and dirty sounds of his balls hitting your clit are filling the air of the stretch room. Choso is rambling now. Your pretty pussy’s attempt to milk his cock until there was nothing is making him feel delirious. It just feels so good, so safe, so wet. God, you were so fucking wet for him. He continues his fucked out declaration,

“A-And I can tell y-you don’t like c-commitment, but please. Please let me k-keep you satisfied for all e-eternity.” His rough and insatiable pounding sends your mind to distant places while he pleads. 

With whatever coherent part of your brain is still there, you cower away at the proposition. Shaking your head rapidly in a ‘no’ motion. His harsh thrusts are practically felt in your womb, pushing your hips away when you scramble to grab something stable to hold you on the floor.

Of course, Choso doesn’t let you run away like that. He quickly brings your waist back against him, making sure that his cock is nestled in the deepest parts of your warmth for a moment before starting to thrust again. You’re forced to take it all, and he doesn’t even need to say a word to prevent you from trying that shit again.

Still, you whimper out,

“Chooo baby, I can’t- Ahhh! Can’t l-let you do that.”

Choso only frowns at the evident lie on your lips and pushes your entire body harder onto the mat. A loud gasp escapes your lips when you unexpectedly squirt all over the thin object due to the sudden pressure you feel on your cervix. He was so deep.

Choso doesn’t slow down; he only moans with staggering moans when your pussy sprays its juices on him. In fact, he goes faster. 

“P-Please, miss. I can make you feel this g-good whenever you want. I can- Fuckk. I promise I c-can always fuck you deep like t-this. I’ll worship you. I’d do anything you- anything you ask, just please. L-Let me.” 

It seems that Choso understood precisely what you needed, a bit of prodding and persuading. He’s sure that if someone happens to walk into the lobby, they’ll hear exactly what’s going on due to the loud squelching you both are making. But why does he want that? Why does he want everyone to know that he is the one making you cry out so pretty as if he were your god? Despite your brief resolve, you give the handsome man exactly what he asks. You.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! M’all yours, Cho! M’cumming- Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m-”

The sounds you both made at the same time were too much for your lovemaking to drown out. With your dam breaking, your pussy twitching open and closed, and your tight pussy covering his heavy cock with splashes of clear liquid and your sweet, sweet cream, Choso gets a taste of heaven. He cums with you. His hand grips the sides of your hips so hard, even through your dark skin, that it might leave bruises. Your perfect pussy squeezing a heavy load out of the man so much that he was shaking when he felt it overfill your cunt. Fuck, you’re too much. 

Heavy breathing and a light pap sound coming from his cum dripping out of your poor pussy could barely be heard by both of you. Choso was in such a headspace that his mind needed to take a breather to gather what the fuck he was going to say to you in a few minutes, his dick softening inside you. You were feeling the after-effects of being fucked so good, buzzing in your right ear, spasming on a cock that’s still buried deep inside of you, and aches on your lower body.

You start to pull off of him, thinking that’s what he wants, but he immediately grabs your hips and keeps you still, still not getting over the euphoric feeling of your pussy on him. Choso realizes something, and at this moment, he feels the most embarrassed he has ever felt. He managed to get a girl's commitment without even knowing her name. 

“Um.. miss?”

You barely let out a whisper, “Yes, Cho?”

“… What’s your name?”

There’s a beat of silence. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me. Choso is pleading that you won’t hate him.

His thoughts were disrupted by a melodic laugh and a honey voice, “It’s Y/n, cutie.” 

Y/n? He finds that name so.. pretty. Almost as pretty as your body. Almost as pretty as the sight of your tight pussy creaming up and- 

Well, now he’s hard again. You won’t mind if he pleases you a little more, right? After all, he made a promise, and Choso is never known for breaking his promises.

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[quibbs126]

I hate Physics 206 recitation, man

It’s an hour 20 minutes, and it goes by at an absolute snail’s pace

And I don’t understand any of the physics problems, but I can’t just say “I literally don’t know any of it”, I’d sound like an idiot

And when I try to go and do other work, so I can be productive with all this time (the TA doesn’t really care what we do), I just can’t focus, and I’m left in this zombie like state

The only thing that will take me out of this funk is to draw stuff, but drawing is not a productive use of my time, when I have far more pressing matters to deal with

I just…I really don’t want to be in this class right now. But I have to, or else I don’t get points for recitation, and given how lazy I am with Physics, I kind of need these points

*sigh*

Sorry, I just need to vent. More wasting of my time

[leoneliterary]

i have played the démo first : sorry about the files. If you forgot where the last demo stopped it was when aretas asked us Who are you MC at the noble meeting.

Now the story :

I enjoyed the intrigue. Is it safe to assume that the others tutors we didn't choose dissapear too that night? I was going to do a sutek/aretas romance but judging by the ducklings reaction post i'm leaving it on stand by and went with Heka. Btw don't know if it's me but Reading the prologue when child twin show up i was like Sefu the crybaby with missing hand and tamu thé explosive one. So when i met adult twin and see Sefu explosive and tamu calm i thought what a personnality swap lol. Btw is it possible to have a description of the Twins? I imagined both being tan one with bordeau sleeveless clothes and yellow/orange for the other with their grey eyes one (tamu maybe) with shaved hair and Sefu with wavy reaching his ears. I stab sutek i mean he was choking me what was i suppose to do. MC was right do not compare papa duck with idir.

Have a nice day -sarah

Thank you and yes all of the mentors are characters in the story even if you don't pick them!

I went back and checked and I'm pretty sure I didn't swap Tamu and Sefu's personalities, but I should probably check again and make sure I didn't put the wrong name somewhere.

As for the physical description of Tamu, Sefu, and any of the other characters, I try to give descriptions that are detailed enough for the character to be clear, but open enough for y'all to use your imaginations. They're described in the beginning, but I'll go back and check to make sure their description is present in all routes. In the story I describe them as having dark eyes, rich dark skin, and wide noses. Tamu's smile is small but sweet, and his straight brows paired with his downturned eyes make him look slightly sad. Sefu on the other hand has a lazy smile, but sharp eyes.

Here is the Pinterest board I made for the twins.

Thanks for reading and sending an ask Sarah and you have a great day too!

[devotedmimic]

Heya dev.

Ew. Wierd slime creature.

This catgirl's been stalking me. She's immune to everything except physical damage and negates magic based resistance. Fighting her as a god isn't a great idea.

Hi Tamus!

Oh, you seem familiar...

Does the name, Mad Mew Mew, ring a bell for you?

[dilbaaah]

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I feel so grateful, di akhir masa mahasiswi bisa dipertemukan dengan salah satu ustadz yang always give us motivation and advise.

Banyak hal yang aku pelajari dari beliau.

Banyak pula hal yang aku contoh dan amalkan dari beliau .

Pertama kali ikut tausiyah beliau saat ba'da shubuh pas jaman ospek mahasiswi angkatan virtuos, yaitu tahun 2021.

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Beberapa kajian yang diisi beliau waktu itu: kajian rutin pranikah, tafsir Al-Qur'an ba'da shubuh, dan taujihad ba'da maghrib.

Berikut kalimat2 beliau yang sempat tercatat di buku catatanku ketika masih semester akhir Strata-1:

Kalau antum didatangi tamu, bersyukurlah karena dosa2 kita hilang bersamaan kepulangannya.

Beri minum, beri makan. Apa yang kita punya, berikan. Tidak disebut benar2 kebaikan sampai antum memberikan apa yang paling antum sukai ke orang lain

Layaknya Imam Syafi'ie yang dalam suatu malam rela ia tinggalkan sholat sunnah hingga tak tidur. Hanya untuk memikirkan problematika ummat saat itu. Mengerjakan kerjanya hingga bukunya abadi sampai saat ini. Semua itu ia lakukan karena cintanya dengan ilmu

Perbedaan karakter perempuan dan laki2

Laki2 : Banyak memakai logika

Perempuan : Banyak menggunakan perasaan

Laki2 : Pakai kalimat langsung

Perempuan : Pakai kalimat basa-basi

Laki2 : Mengerjakan suatu hal harus satu persatu

Perempuan : Mengerjakan sesuatu secara multitasking

Laki2 : Ketika punya masalah; berdiam diri, berkontemplasi, dan merumuskan solusi

Perempuan : Nangis

Laki2 : Jika punya masalah, tidak mau membebani orang lain dengan menceritakannnya

Perempuan: Ingin didengar

Pakai Al-Fatihah dalam memulai setiap kegiatan

Jihadnya penuntut ilmu adalah belajar

Hidup ini indah, yang membuat tidak indah adalah diri kita

Kalau do'a jangan maksa

Doanya anak itu bisa jadi yang mengantarkan kita ke syurga

Bahasa kasih sayang

Setiap kita itu seperti HP yang sewaktu2 baterainya low dan lama2 habis. Nah baterai yang akan diisi itu ibarat kasih sayang.

Ketika kita sedang dalam keadaan low, maka kita akan merasa lesu, tidak semangat menjalani hari. Untuk recharge-nya ya dengan mengisi baterai.

Baterai2 tsb bisa beda di setiap orang.

Bahasa kasih sayang ada 4 :

- Quality time

- Act of Service

- Receiving gifts

- Physical touch

- Words of affirmation

Pentingnya memahami 4 bahasa kasih sayang di atas untuk kemudian kita dapat memahami orang di sekitar kita, terutama orang tua, anak, dan pasangan kita.

Pahami ciri2 anak kita love language-nya itu apa dan berikan treatment sesuai love language-nya

Mau jadi orang hebat, mau jadi sesuatu, latihan dulu

Latihan -> terbiasa

Ketika kamu mengulang2 sesuatu, maka kamu akan menjadi expert

Hari terbaikku : bertemu dengan Allah

Carilah syurgamu masing2. Yang bisa menjadi bekal di akhirat. Yang membuatmu bahagia.

Metode pendidikan : agar lebih mudah paham, berikan contoh.

Rahasia Istighfar

Barangsiapa melazimkan istighfar, Allah akan menjadikan setiap kesempitannya itu solusi, diberikan rezeki yang tidak tau darimana asalnya.

Sering istighfar = hidup kita akan tenang

Do'a kita tidak terkabulkan, karena masih ada dosa yang menghalangi.

Banyak2 istighfar insyaAllah yang jadi keinginan kita akan dikabulkan

Konsep syukur

Kata syukur yang paling diridhoi Allah = Alhamdulillah.

- Bersyukur kepada siapa

- Bersyukur terhadap apa

Example : Alhamdulillah YaAllah Engkau beri aku bapak

Alhamdulillah yaAllah Engkau beri aku ilmu

Baik/ buruknya disyukuri. Semoga yang baik ditambah, yang buruk diperbaiki.

Contohnya: YaAllah aku bersyukur yaAllah Engkau beri aku anak YaAllah meskipun nakal atau belum sesuai harapan kita.

Semoga dengan syukurnya kita, anak yang sedemikian rupa Allah ubah menjadi jauh lebih baik.

Kaitkan semua yang antum kerjakan karena Allah.

YaAllah aku ingin mandi karena engkau, karena dengan mandi ini badanku jadi bersih dan segar utk kembali digunakan utk beribadah kepada-Mu

YaAllah aku ingin menelepon orangtuaku karena Allah untuk menyambung silaturrahmi.

Definisi ikhlas ; bukan tanpa pamrih, tapi pamrih hanya kepada Allah.

Sholat Dhuha, ingin rejeki lancar? Gapapa, karena berharapnya Allah yg memberikan rejeki itu

Mengharap syurga : bagus

Karena Allah gambarkan surga untuk kita mengharapkannya dan neraka agar kita takut

Kita harus pandai mengambil hikmah

Orang buta itu kasian tidak? Sebenarnya lebih kasian kita. Orang buta itu tidak punya dosa mata/ penglihatan. Matanya tidak digunakan untuk maksiat. Sedangkan kita?

Konsep syahid

Arti syahid; syahada yusyahidu (menyaksikan)

Orang syahid itu menyaksikan tempatnya nanti di surga. Maka dari itu, orang yg mati syahid kebanyakan dalam keadaan tersenyum.

Contoh mati dalam keadaan syahid:

- Berperang untuk agama Allah

- Melahirkan

- Dalam perjalanan menuntut ilmu

- Terkena wabah

- Dalam keadaan tenggelam, terbakar, sakit perut, tertimpa benda berat.

Kenapa demikian dikatakan jihad?

Karena ia merasakan sakit teramat terlebih dahulu sebelum ia benar2 meninggalkan dunia ini.

Sakit yang ia rasakan = penghapusan bagi dosa2nya

Hari Jum'at hari yang spesial. Perbanyak amalan di hari jum'at. Kalau beliau sendiri akan memperbanyak sedekah dan sholawat

Banyak2 baca Al-Fatihah.

- Al-Ustadz Cecep Sobar Rochmat, M.A

Dulu sebelum nyetap, doaku selain meminta yang terbaik, yaitu berdoa agar ditempatkan yang tidak jauh2 dari asrama mahasiswi, tidak lain dan tidak bukan agar sound musholla yang sampai ke asrama bisa turut pula sampai ke kamarku.

Yaa, agar isi tausiyah yang kurasa sangat berharga itu tidak kulewatkan.

Finally, beneran dapat keputusan yang di kawasan asrama dan bisa turut mendengarkan beliau:)

Sebenernya, masih ada banyak lagi terutama soal memahami perbedaan perempuan dan laki2, tapi baru bisa tertulis segini.

Alhamdulillah, jazakumullah khoiron katsiron untuk ilmu, nasehat, motivasi, dan pelajarannya ustadz.

Semoga selalu diberi kesehatan, dilancarkan untuk segala urusan, dan selalu jadi teladan untuk keluarga dan ummat:)

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Aula Pascasarjana

Ahad, 8 Januari 2023

Tulisan pertama tahun ini.

[dazaiapologism]

Alas my major doesn’t require physics so I will never take her, I just recognize her from the tamu physics department tik tok and also the shirts are really distinctive (for context this is the person who sent the ask about going to the same uni the cool physics prof teaches at, I’m just really late)

now listen to me young man, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to registrar, and i need you to ask the bastard working the computer if they have that professors phone number. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day.

[sweetafricans]

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Diving Deep Inside "Earth"

Review by Daniella

Have you ever heard of Tere Liye? Maybe you haven’t, well, you’re in the right place! Tere Liye is known for his series “Earth” a.k.a. Bumi consisting of 11 consecutive books. The book “Earth” kicks the series with its rich green and gold-adorned cover. The book itself is 14 x 20 cm wide and stands with 440 pages. And it expands the horizons of fantasy as it is intertwined with science fiction. The book shares the story of a 15-year-old Raib who finds herself in a heated war of worlds. Always the teenagers who find themselves in ominous other-worldly situations, yes?

Cover design and typography

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Who are we kidding with this phrase? If a book doesn’t catch my attention then it doesn’t need my attention. “Earth” has an enticing cover art, embellished with cats, bears, cityscape and the moon. These are key elements to the story and you’ll only realise they hold significance as you read. The gold adornments contrast the rich dark green of the background, making the title pop out. It would’ve been fancier if they added a picture to recap each chapter to make it less dull but text will do. The text also has an easy-to-read font, nothing too fancy but nothing too basic. It has a standard font size as well so it doesn’t tire the eyes.

Characters

There are three main characters you need to be familiar with: Raib, Seli, and Ali. They are students who find themselves bound together by an uncanny coincidence. This specific book of the series is written down from Raib’s point of view. Raib herself is a run-of-the-mill teenage girl with loving parents who are unaware of her powers. She isn’t the type to take risks–a scaredy cat even–although, she does gain confidence along the way. However, she is easily annoyed and hot-headed as you will read from her monologues. Seli, on the other hand, is her childhood best friend, who also turns out to possess powers. She mainly stays baffled throughout the journey but doesn’t keep her mouth shut to ask questions. And last, we have Ali. Ali was described as highly infuriating from Raib’s point of view. Despite that, he is surprisingly intelligent and cunning and has a niche skill at learning languages as fast as 24 hours. There are numerous other side characters, all with rather unusual names: Tamus, Ilo, Vey, Ou, etc. Most of them are crucial to the story and are the ones to re-appear in the second book.

Plot

The plot is reminiscent of other fantasy books eg. Harry Potter, The Land of Stories, etc. The classic storyline of teenagers casually finding out they belong in another world. It began with Raib slowly getting suspicious of her surroundings and trying to control her powers. After a series of uninteresting events, Raib, Seli, and Ali get trapped in a building and witness foreign creatures wrestle each other to death in search of them. This leads them to get sucked into a portal. Now, this is where it gets interesting. We see as they try their best to navigate through the foreign land which eventually brings them to an elder. Here they learn about the true strength of their powers and the history of the worlds. 

The rest of the story pulls you in to watch as they use their varying strengths to help the foreign land free of jeopardy. This part of the story is full of immense suspense and tension. If you’re weak at the heart, you might want to skip through the fight since most of the characters end up getting harmed. But thankfully, it has a happy ending. They managed to win against the blood-curdling creatures and got to go back home to their original world. This isn’t where it ends for them though, they have 10 more books to go!

Landscaping

What I love about this book series is how the landscape is planned out. It is a fascinating concept that I have never seen anywhere else. The theory is that there are 4 different worlds of different advancements simultaneously living in the same physical planet body. So all natural features such as mountains, rivers, and cliffs can be found in the same spots within all 4 worlds. In addition to that, because of the different technological advancements, these worlds occupy different spaces. For example, “Earth” inhabitants reside on land, whereas “Moon” inhabitants reside hundreds of metres underground as well as above ground.

If you're looking for an easy fantasy read, "Earth" is for you. It has all the emotions you can think of. Happiness? Panic? Fear? Anger? It’s all there. The characters take you on a magnificent rollercoaster ride on a journey of their lifetime. The book displays the perfect teenage angst and bond. It was pleasant to see their growth and maturity within a week’s time. The author definitely knows how to suck you in for hours on end. And who knows you might end up reading the whole series! 

[wynandmeyer]

TAMU Physics & Astronomy

[tamuramachi]

[Eng] Yumi Tamura's Message to Fumi Yoshinaga in Ōoku Vol. 19 Special Edition

[^Image is a cropped & monochrome copy of original*]

Fan translation of Tamura’s congratulatory message to Yoshinaga. The original message and accompanying illustration was included in the Special Edition of Ōoku’s final volume, released on February 26, 2021.

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“Fumi Yoshinaga,

Congratulations on the completion of Ōoku!

Well done on your hard work throughout the 16-year serialization! It’s a crowning achievement! The series was magnificent! Captivating! Just amazing. I was fully immersed in it. I can’t help but be green with envy, wondering how you could create such a work of art.

As I read your work, I constantly thought about what you wanted to say in it. I kept looking at the predicaments, conflicts, and heroic way of life of each man and woman, while being swept up in the interpretations that my mind could reach, but also by a strong belief and suspicion that there must be something different hidden in them. I really enjoyed it.

Due to a plague like (just like!) in the story, we can no longer see each other as often, but you always have my support. And someday, I would love to taste your scrumptious home-cooked food again.”

TAMU

Yumi Tamura

(In a side comment, Tamura explains that she drew Yoshimune because Yoshimune is from Wakayama/Kishū Domain like Tamura)

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*For the full image in color (not to mention other great content), please purchase an official copy of the special edition. Digital version available on Bookwalker Japan (using a registered “Global” account is OK). Physical version available on Amazon Japan, CD Japan, or wherever you typically order similar products. To find the edition, input the following keywords in the search bar: 大奥 公式ビジュアルファンブック大奥-没日後録-付き特装版

[azilastuff]

Perjalanan Jauh dan Misi Membuktikan Cinta

Sepertinya dalam beberapa waktu belakangan ini, aku banyak menuliskan seputar perjalanan. Main lagi, pergi lagi, ke mana lagi. Tentu saja aku tidak melakukannya tanpa sebab, bisa pergi sejauh itu artinya memang ada sesuatu yang sangat penting untuk aku tuju. Bagaimana pun, aku harap ini bukan yang terakhir.

Agustus ini, setidaknya aku pergi ke 3 lokasi: Indramayu, Jatinangor, dan Cianjur. Ketiganya aku laju dengan mengendarai motor sendiri. Maklum, ya, terhalang kondisi finansial. Sisanya, karena penasaran dan merasa mampu untuk pergi.

✨ 07/08/2022, 5 a.m ke Indramayu.

Perjalanan yang satu ini cukup challenging bukan karena aku belum pernah ke Indramayu, tetapi karena start dari lokasi KKN di mana dua malam sebelumnya tidak cukup tidur akibat persiapan dan acara diseminasi kegiatan KKN di balai desa. Pukul 4 a.m sudah harus bangun padahal baru tidur pukul 2 a.m.

Mau ke mana, nih?

Salah satu teman dekatku menikah, yeay. Akadnya pukul 9 a.m, sedangkan aku harus menempuh 3 jam perjalanan untuk sampai ke lokasi. Belum harus mampir ke kos dulu karena ada sesuatu yang perlu diambil.

Ini termasuk perjalanan yang mudah. Soalnya masih pagi, kondisi jalannya familiar, aspalnya bagus, dan aku sedang sehat. Alhamdulillah. Dress code aku adalah gamis biru dan kerudung hitam.

Pernikahan yang aku penuhi haknya, walimahnya dijalankan dengan syar’i:

tempat duduk tamu perempuan dan laki-laki dipisah, tidak ada panggung atau lagu-lagu dangdut, pengantin perempuan tidak ditampilkan ke hadapan tamu laki-laki, foto-foto bersama pengantin juga sesuai dengan gendernya, dan ada hijab yang menutup tamu laki-laki perempuan.

There’s something I learn here. Sebagai orang yang melihat banyak temannya sudah menikah, aku harus menerima kenyataan bahwa ya inilah hidup. What inside our brains and lives won’t be the same anymore. Their universes are changing. Mine stays—terus menggembung tetapi semakin kosong dan sepi.

Good thing, aku bersyukur pada Allah telah memberikan teman-temanku teman hidup yang baik—dan aku berdoa semoga selalu baik☺️🫰✨

✨ 11/08/2022, 6 a.m ke Jatinangor.

Dua malam sebelumnya, aku dikabari oleh teman dekat semasa SMA bahwa dia akhirnya sidang akhir skripsi. Tentu saja aku senang sekali karena sejak masuk bulan ke delapan ini, aku menantikan teman terakhir seangkatanku menyelesaikan kuliahnya. Because it’s her special day, suddenly I thought about how to make it more special.

I asked her, may I visit you? She said, yes. She’s glad to have me.

Aku mengecek gmaps, ada rute jalan yang ingin aku coba untuk bisa sampai ke Jatinangor (Bandung sih lebih tepatnya), yaitu melalui jalur selatan. Karena banyak orang termasuk aku, khawatir di Cadas Pangeran yang berkelok dan berjurang itu. Apalagi kendaraannya ramai dan besar.

Jadi, kemarin bisa tiba mampir ke Departemen Matematika Unpad lewat Cikijing—Garut—Nagreg—Cilenyi—Jatinangor. Aspalnya mulus, sebelum tiba di Cilenyi jalanannya lowong, dan hanya habis biaya bensin sebesar 16rb.

Ketika bertemu dengan temanku itu, lega banget. Satu misi telah selesai lagi tahun ini. Melihatnya penuh energi dan tidak ragu melakukan physical touch ke aku yang mudah waswas, semacam ada daya yang menaikkan baterai aku. Lapar saja sih, sudah siang dan aku belum sempat sarapan soalnya 😆

Akhirnya kami makan siang di Jatos, aku pesan capcay ayam—dia pesan steak. Alhamdulillah, aku ditraktir minuman dari gerai kesukaannya dan aku seperti biasa memilih jenis varian mangga. Enak banget, ya Allah, pengen lagi.

Dia cerita, sidangnya hanya berlangsung selama 33 menit. Komentar dosennya juga bikin hati senang karena temanku mampu menjalankan sidangnya dengan baik. Masyaa Allah, berkah-berkah ya, teman. Ditunggu kabar-kabar lainnya ✨

Kami sempat vidcall dengan teman semasa SMA kami juga yang tinggal di Bandung, tapi sayang aku belum sempat ketemu karena waktunya belum tepat. Dulunya ini adalah teman satu meja di sekolah—sabar banget orangnya karena bagiku dia yang ekstrover hebat bisa betah sama aku yang introver. Semoga ada rezeki ke Bandung lagi!

✨ 11/08/2022, 3.30 p.m, ke Cianjur.

Di tengah makan siang itu, aku mengabari teman dekatku yang lain kalau dari gmaps hanya tinggal 3 jam lagi untuk tiba ke Cianjur—dan aku bertekad ke sana, juga sudah bekal satu set baju ganti. Alhamdulillah bahwa dia juga hari ini pulang dari kerjanya dan besok + lusa adalah jadwal liburnya.

Karena sama-sama jauh jika memilih pulang, ya sudah aku memilih lanjut pergi. Bismillah.

Lalu dihantam macetnya Bandung dan Cimahi. Masyaa Allah. Haha 😭 betulan habis 2 jam merayap doang, ya Rabb. Sehat-sehat deh orang Bandung dan Cimahi, ya. Kalian kuat plus keren :’)

Perjalanan ke Cianjur itu sebenarnya lebih aman kalau menurut pandangan aku ya, soalnya jalanannya tidak sepi, jika dibandingkan ke Jatinangor tadi. Cuma karena sudah keburu malam, aku jadi ngga bisa memerhatikan kiri kanan. Makanya terasa seperti kosong selain jalan raya.

Pukul 20.30 tiba di rumah temanku juga akhirnya, dan rumahnya homie banget, ya Allah. Kala itu terjawab sudah kenapa pernah kudengar suara jam dinding yang tiap 15 menit sekali bunyi seperti di rumah mbahku—ya karena rumahnya ternyata begitu (susah aku menjelaskannya).

Alert, dinginnya minta ampun. Aku sampai ngga bisa membedakan, badanku ini kaku karena kedinginan atau karena kelelahan, haha.

Ada rasa terharu yang dalam aku sampai di rumahnya. Dia masih ngga percaya aku ke Jatinangor naik motor, aku juga tidak percaya tiba-tiba saja aku ada di kamarnya. Kukira setelah ketemu di pernikahan teman Indramayu yang kuceritakan tadi, akan ada jeda lama untuk kami ketemu lagi. Ternyata hanya selang 4 hari saja. Makasih ya Allah ✨

✨ 12/08/2022, ke Kebon Raya Cibodas–Cianjur.

Sholat subuh di Cianjur itu pahalanya bisa double ngga sih? Dingin banget soalnya buat ambil wudhu. Kan, perjuangan banget, tuh, hehe. Meskipun bangun sepagi itu, kami baru keluar rumah sekitar pukul 10 a.m. Kena matahari itu rasanya nikmat sekali. Hangat. Berbekal tahu krispi, gorengan, dan cincau panda, kami naik angkot untuk tiba di Cibodas.

Satu hal yang muncul di benak aku saat tiba di Kebon Raya: sangat Indonesia sekali. Bagus, hijau, lapang, sepi, dingin, nyaman, berpohon. Yang berkesan untuk aku adalah saat aku bisa rebahan di rumput. Enak banget. Badan aku yang sudah bobrok karena safar ini membutuhkannya 🥹

Ada perasaan bersalah sih karena aku merasa agak ngga sehat, jadi mudah lelah. Makanya ngga bisa maksimal eksplor sana sini. Bahkan saat melewati rumah kaca ketika keliling dengan shuttle bus juga, aku—kami tidak turun saking aku sudah terlanjur tidak tertarik karena low battery.

But, the fact that we spent time together there is priceless for me. We talked a lot. She took care of my well being. We discussed that specific thing about anime. Makan gorengan, molennya enak. Bersyukur bersama karena tidak nekad ke gate 2. Ended up walking beneath the rain under the umbrella ☔️ 

✨ 13/08/2022, 8 a.m, kembali ke kos.

Perjalanan pulang ini kalau dilihat di gmaps, membutuhkan waktu sekitar 6,5 jam. Berbekal pengalaman pergi, ada dua jalur yang harus aku hindari:

(1) Bandung ke arah Pasteur dan Gedung Sate—dihindari agar tidak kena macet, dan (2) Panawangan, Ciamis—dihindari karena mengelilingi satu gunung yang tidak perlu.

Aku pamit pada temanku dan mamanya. Rasanya berat, tapi harus kuat. Raga aku sudah minta menyerah untuk seharian di jalan sebenarnya, namun 3 hari 2 malam safar ini sudah kebih dari cukup. Harus kembali ke mundane life lagi.

Daaan, seru banget bisa melalui Jln. Soekarno Hatta melewati Bandung. Lancar. Alhamdulillah. Sangat tertolong sekali.

Jadi, dhuhur itu sudah selesai setengah perjalanan. Istirahat kedua kali sebentar di SPBU. Kemudian lanjut lagi setelah isi bensin dan perut. Mendekati Cikijing juga akhirnya aku bisa peka untuk belok ke jalan potong. Meskipun topografinya tidak sesantai Panawangan—harus stay di gigi 2.

Alhamdulillah, tiba di kosan sekitar pukul 4.30 p.m, lengkap dengan makan sore. Tak lupa kukabari lagi temanku bahwa aku sudah sampai.

✨ Things You May Learn, Readers.

🍟 Meskipun aku bisa melakukan perjalanan motor sendirian seperti itu, aku tidak akan merekomendasikannya untuk perjalanan > 3 jam dan baru pertama kali. Keuntungannya memang murah di biaya, aku hanya menghabiskan 60rb untuk bensin saja. Tapi harga lainnya yang dibayar adalah stamina. Kecuali kamu terbiasa mudik segila tahun lalu pasca pandemi naik motor, silakan saja.

Catatan: aku tidak mengidap magh, asma, alergi, vertigo, darah rendah, dsb. Bagi yang punya, lebih baik tidak pergi sendirian.

🍟 It’s not about the place and how close or far it is, it’s about who you’ll meet. Sama seperti naik haji—meskipun Mekah memang istimewa dibuat-Nya, tapi yang kita ingin tuju, kan, panggilan Allah-nya. Makanya mau sejauh atau seberesiko apapun perjalanannya, kita mau dan berusaha memampukan diri.

Begitu pun safar yang aku lakukan. Ada pertimbangan. Ada tujuan. Ada sosok yang aku anggap penting dan aku mau berjuang untuk itu—dan ada yang saling mementingkan. Ini bukan sekadar, “yuk, main ke sini.” Tapi, “kenapa dan kepada siapa aku harus pergi ke sana?“

🍟 Di balik perjalanan yang tampak mudah itu, ada banyak hal yang perlu diingat:

(1) aku tidak akan mampu kalau bukan Allah yang mampukan ✨ (2) Allah sering meminta kita untuk berkelana di muka Bumi dan mengambil pelajaran, jadi bersemangatlah untuk senantiasa bersiap diri 📝 (3) safar adalah wasilah non ibadah mahdhah untuk mendekatkan diri pada Allah, jadi ibadah mahdhah-nya justru tidak boleh diskip hanya karena alasan safar 🙃 (4) pastikan bahwa energi teman yang akan kamu kunjungi (minimal) sama besarnya dengan energimu. Di jalan itu sudah lelah, kan. Kalau temanmu tidak mampu menyambut dengan baik, akan lelah dua kali lipat. Alhamdulillah, teman-temanku energinya lebih besar semua kemarin 🌼 (5) di balik apa yang aku perlihatkan pada publik, ada perjuangan bertahan hidup yang tidak aku tunjukkan—jadi, semoga tidak pernah terbesit di benak pembaca untuk membandingkan hidupmu dengan secarik trip singkat aku, ya. Semoga pembaca ikut bahagia bareng aku 💛

🍟 Titik keberadaan SPBU itu penting untuk kita tahu kenapa dia ada di situ. Ada rute jalan panjang yang diawali dan diakhiri oleh SPBU di setiap kiri dan kanan lajur—karena memang tidak memungkinkan topografinya untuk ada SPBU lagi di pertengahan rute. Ada jalan yang lurus-lurus saja tapi SPBU-nya banyak—karena hobi banget jadi sarang macet rutenya.

Aku sempat meremehkan ketika pulang kemarin, saat menuju Bandung keluar dari Padalarang, ada rute yang diawali dan diakhiri oleh SPBU. Aku tidak mengisi karena kupikir akan ada lagi SPBU. Tahunya ngga ada! Pom mini juga ngga terlihat. Alhamdulillah ada nemu satu pertamax eceran, ya Allah. Belilah 1 liter. Itu leganya, masyaa Allah. Berasa nemu check point di game survival.

🍟 Boleh lapar, tapi jangan dehidrasi. Itu sih prinsip aku. Apalagi di lampu merah Bandung, kan lama tuh, ya, nunggu hijaunya. Minum! Pasti sempat. Hehe. Kalau dehidrasi, bisa berasa panas banget dan jadi lemas. Bekal paling tidak 2 botol air 600 ml.

🍟 You may ever thought (at any body): kalau bisa pergi sejauh itu ke sana, kenapa tidak bisa pergi ke sini (apalagi lebih dekat)? Secara personal aku sering mendapatkan pertanyaan itu dengan nada skeptis. Jawabannya sederhana sebenarnya: kesempatannya tidak sama, kemampuannya tidak sama, dan worthiness-nya juga tidak sama.

It amazes me how people always think that we must be available for things that they think it’s important to attend, when they don’t even ask us, “how are you? you good? you okay? is there anything you do on that day? are you still in pain?” etc. What surprises me more is it’s always about us that need to adjust everything on our sides, not them trying to adjust themselves and make a move.

Sebelum bertanya yang dipacu oleh prasangka atau keinginan menangih hak, dahulukan simpati dan penuhi hak orang lain yang belum kita penuhi :’)

✨ Misi Membuktikan Cinta

Kalau dipikir-pikir, buat apa, kan, ya, jauh-jauh ke sana kemari? Ya, salah satunya buat misi yang satu ini. Sebelumnya aku tidak sadar bahwa inilah kenyataan lainnya. Sampai teman yang sidang tadi mengirimkan hadits ini padaku selepas aku berpisah dengannya:

“Sesungguhnya seseorang ada yang ingin mengunjungi saudaranya di kota lain. Allah lalu mengutus malaikat untuknya di jalan yang akan ia lalui. Malaikat itu pun berjumpa dengannya seraya bertanya, ‘Ke mana engkau akan pergi? Ia menjawab, ‘Aku ingin mengunjungi saudaraku di kota ini?’ Malaikat itu bertanya kembali, ‘Apakah ada suatu nikmat yang terkumpul untukmu karena sebab dia?’ Ia menjawab, ‘Tidak. Aku hanya mencintai dia karena Allah ‘azza wa jalla.’ Malaikat itu berkata, ‘Sesungguhnya aku adalah utusan Allah untukmu. Allah sungguh mencintaimu karena kecintaan engkau padanya’.” (HR. Muslim no. 2567) — Rumaysho.

Hati aku langsung hangat saat baca hadits ini dan lupa kalau hadits ini memang ada! Semoga Allah benar-benar sayang sama aku, habisnya aku mau dan butuh disayang Allah.

Gara-gara ini, aku jadi iseng kepikiran, mengunjungi itu termasuk love language apa? Quality time, ya? Kemudian yang menjamu adalah act of service? atau harusnya ada jenis love language lain? Haha, apaan sih 😅 seru-seruan sajalah dikit-dikit.

Namun, tanpa berusaha membuktikan pun, sebenarnya rasa sayang yang kita miliki pada orang lain itulah yang akan mendorong kita untuk mampu menemuinya—ketika kesempatannya ada (ingat, tetap ada sk berlaku). Karena kalau ngga sayang, ya buat apa ketemu, kaaan. Mending tidur, hehe.

Rasa sayang itu ternyata perlu dirawat. Ngga bisa sekadar yasudah ada, atau harus sayang just because any reason you have. Makanya ada pertemuan yang aku merasa mudah melakukannya; ada juga yang sepertinya ngga dulu deh untuk ketemu. Ya, karena ada perbedaan usaha merawat kasih sayang tersebut. Ngga bisa hanya satu pihak, harus keduanya—dan tentu saja penting banget melibatkan Allah.

Makanya pergi yang terbaru ini, capek sih pasti iya, namun rasanya itu mudaaah sekali. Kenapa? Karena aku merasakan sayang yang sama besarnya dan itu menguatkan aku dan perasaan senangku untuk pergi ✨

✨ Memori Berkesan Lainnya

Ketika sedang berhenti di Indomart untuk beli air after I passed Padalarang, bapak parkir bertanya padaku yang sedang duduk minum dulu, aku mau pulang ke mana. Aku jawab, xxx. Beliau timpali, “wah, masih 30 menit lagi. Hati-hati di jalan, ya.”

Sepertinya beliau punya anak seusiaku juga kalau dilihat dari luar. Aku tentu saja merasa senang karena sebagai stranger, ada yang berbaik sikap sama aku.

Kali kedua, di Alfamart. Ini sebelum belok memotong jalan agar tidak lewat Panawangan saat pulang. Tidak ada bapak parkir, jadi aku agak kesulitan mau masuk ke jalan umum lagi. Eh, tahunya bapak penjual gorengan bantuin aku menyetop rentetan mobil biar aku bisa jalan.

Lagi-lagi aku jadi sedikit senang karena ada yang peduli sama aku di tempat asing seperti itu :’) Semoga kedua bapak itu senantiasa diliputi rahmat oleh Allah 🫰

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Anyways. That’s it. Ngga tahu sih, ini kepanjangan atau tidak. Tapi, bagimu yang membaca sampai akhir, terima kasih. Aku titip doakan hal-hal baik untuk aku dan teman-temanku, ya :’) dan semoga kebaikan Allah limpahkan juga padamu, aamiin.

Selamat menyayangi manusia, untuk kita sesama makhluk Allah yang Allah beri naluri nau’ yang mampu membuat kita memiliki rasa sayang 💛

08.22, 15/08/2022.

[leoneliterary]

Hi! About the heights, what are the options for mc? Like, I know we can choose something like very small, average, tall and super tall, but what are the specific height for them? I remember if we choose tall we're around Desma's height so: tall = 6"0? And if we choose to be super tall we are around sefu and tamus height so super tall = <6"2?

I hope this makes sense lol thank you!!!

I'll be honest, I don't really assign exact heights or measurements to any of the characters. I just think of them in comparison to each other or other people and guestimate.

I like the math you're doing and it looks good to me!

The heights that you can choose from break down into these ranges:

Tall: 5'10 to 6'0

Towering: Greater than 6'5

Short: Below 5'5

Average: 5'5 - 5'11

This is open to interpretation but if your MC's height will come with physical advantages/disadvantages, stat boosts and/or penalties, and influence other character's perceptions.

[brittlebutch]

i have a webkinz account from when i was 5 but i dont remember my login! i keep trying over the years since i have a vague memory of what it was. i just want to hop around town as a little frog again!!!! is that too much to ask??

update: i got my mom to try and help me since we used her old email for webkinz. unfortunately, if an account is inactive for seven years, it's deleted. i am Very upset, but at least i can use this as an excuse to get more webkinz

yeah ikr!! i tried to log into my old webkinz account a couple of years ago and found it was gone, absolutely devastating lmao. but they Do have free pets that you can use to sign up for the site now!! there are also ones that you can buy in the site that are just virtual and don’t come with a physical plush, so they tend to be cheaper! 

It’s a little disappointing to find that the webkinz plushes are kind of expensive/hard to find these days, but I compromised by buying a virtual collie to pair up with the TAMU mascot plush I got for my brother back when i went to that school, which then was regifted to me because he didn’t want her lmao, so, not quite the same experience but I think the ingenuity counts for something. 

You can also earn pet medallions by playing games in the arcade, and if you get enough of those you can trade them in for a virtual pet! I’ve been getting the most Tuxedo Cat medallions, I think, so I suppose that’s the one i’m aiming for (although I DO think the cow is fucking adorable, if only I could find a way to earn those specific medallions lol). It’ll take a While to earn enough to trade in for a pet, since you earn them sporadically one at a time and can only trade in once you get like 50-200 (depending on the pet), but I think it’ll be kind of exciting lol!! 

[jjr1971]

All of which is a long way round to talk about...

So, back in the summer of 1989, Texas A&M University hosted (and I believe continues to host) a kind of “Summer camp” for recent high school graduates who would be attending Texas A&M University in the forthcoming Fall semester. Its ostensible mission is to teach incoming freshmen about TAMU traditions and songs and basically serves as a week long extended “mixer” and “getting to know you” party.  The camp counselors are TAMU upperclassmen, from Sophomores to Seniors.  The idea also is to give freshmen social contacts with older students before hitting campus so they can find mentors and quasi “big brothers” and “big sisters” to help guide them their first year at Texas A&M. It’s a fun thing and I’m glad I participated.  I had one counselor in particular assigned to me named Melanie who was a Sophomore and only one year my senior.  She was conventionally cute and very friendly.  She was a redhead with freckles and had a warm personality.  She had a nice body and gave me involuntary boners every time she hugged me.

She was easy to talk to but over the course of the week in our back and forth conversation it was clear that she’d had a rough life in High School, had drank too much and had already been through AA.  She was clean & sober and devoutly religious as well.  She’d seen dark shit in her life already and did not like dwelling on it much. As for me, I had been a total proverbial “goody two shoes” in High School.  To that very point had never touched a drop of alcohol.....but at 18, I desperately wanted to.  Had never been with a girl beyond 2nd base either and desperately wanted that as well.  I had in my head at the time the very rigid idea that a devoutly religious girl would never “give it up” and was thus a waste of time pursuing romantically.  I also wanted to experience some of that forbidden fruit of physical vices...I didn’t want to smoke like my Dad but I did at least want to try alcoholic beverages, experience what it was like to be drunk, etc.  I wasn’t interested in more illicit drugs, just beer & booze.  But I felt like if I opened myself up to a relationship with Melanie, that was something I would never get to do, since she was a 100% teetotaler.  I decided intellectually that she’s never sleep with me because of her religious convictions but her intentional physical closeness and flirtation gave my body serious cognitive dissonance.  Melanie was a  very sensual person...one time near the end of fish camp she gave me a back rub that was so relaxing and sensual I almost drooled.  It was so...intimate it gave me strong sexual feelings towards her.  Later that same evening (or maybe the next night) I felt like she felt it too because she showed up on my cabin doorstep looking very sexy, having just washed he hair and still drying it.  She was very playful and inviting but I choked.  I played dumb and I think she left profoundly disappointed. I don’t know how “far” we could’ve have managed at fish camp...just kissing, making out under the moonlight....maybe third base...touching there, maybe oral down there...maybe home run.  Anything felt possible.  I regret not trying, regret not negotiating those limits with her.  I felt like she was very very strongly sexually attracted to me, overriding any potential religious hang-ups...and I gathered from what little she did share about her crappy High School life she probably wasn’t a virgin...meaning she was experienced and could potentially teach me things.  I did lose my virginity on a Corps road trip later that year, but part of me regrets it wasn’t with Melanie in the back of her car or in her bunk at fish camp.  Maybe I might’ve married Melanie, maybe it was a relationship domed from the start, much like my actual ex-wife turned out to be decades later.  I think Melanie would’ve been a very generous, kind lover and I would’ve fallen for her hard.  But I held back and have regretted it ever since.  She’s happily married with kids now living her own life that has nothing to do with me.  Maybe it wouldn’t have worked out, but it sure could’ve made my undergrad years very different and perhaps less depressing.