the beautician

Here i will share everything i like. so i hope you enjoy it!

[shiyuusora]

-introduction-

ℌ𝔦!

salam kenal~ namaku Shirakawa yuuichi^^ di sini aku mengirim semua hasil karyaku baik tulisan, gambar, dubbing dan sebagainya. kritik dan saran dipersilahkan tapi gunakan bahasa yang baik dan benar ya! dan satu hal lagi.. aku akan menggunakan bahasa Indonesia disetiap posting-an yang aku kirim karena aku kurang bisa berbahasa inggris QwQ

selain itu juga suka main game. pvp sampai otome game, namun sangat kurang dalam game fps :'

Aesop carl adalah salah satu main karakter yang aku main karakter yang aku gunakan selain Luca balsa dan Victor granzt dalam game Identity V! walaupun masih belum terlalu terbiasa :'

Nah, Estes ini main karakter yang sering aku gunakan selain rafaela, florin dan miya. sebenarnya pengen coba role lain.. tapi, ngga sanggup sama ocehan nitijen kalo mainnya ngga bagus, padahal mainnya di classic sekalian belajar, QwQ

Aku juga bermain sky: chlidren of the light! yaa, walaupun saat ini sedang vakum karena gawai yang ngga memadai :' gamenya santai~ kadang seru, kadang serem,.. musiknya juga enak! event yang diadain juga top!

selain main game aku juga suka bikin fandubbing. baik sendiri atau bareng sama temen -temen yang hobby nya sama denganku ~ mungkin lain kali akan kuposting disini~ jangan sungkan menyapaku jika bertemu di platfrom lain ya!

[yue-chan077]

× Detention Time ×

[ #DetentionTimeSeries #DententionTimeSeriesByYue ]

" What if....? Roles are reversed...

And.... .

Survivors gets to chase and obtain.... blood rush?..... "

Heyaaaaa ~

guys on Tumblr! I'm introducing you guys to my most proud original identity comic series " Detention Time " , it was released way back in 2020 when I was still new to the identity v fandom !

The story revolves with an OC of mine , the "SinEater" as the protagonist! 👀✨

Will You get to unveil the secrets of the Manor and what's the hidden truths? ✨👀

Here are each of the main characters , their PV image as I was still releasing teasers 1 by 1! What do you think ? Do you want to read the story ? 👀✨💙

[fukuropip]

[papertrlck]

vicsop log.

[shiyuusora]

salah satu main karakter yang aku gunakan waktu bermain game ini.. \n\nbgm : high and low original version\nlink : https://youtu.be/hgc7B0

ini waktu aku bermain dengan hero favorite aku, Estes "Rattan Dragon" semoga kalian bisa menikmati~

[goodbyebabymoon]

AU!

Agh!! You guys have no idea how I’ve been WAITING to post some edvicdrew content! 😭 I love them so MUCH!!!

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Part 1 // Part 2 //

this comic’s going on a mini hiatus until i get back from vacation. hopefully i can get one more part out before i have to start to work again

[kainereee]

When I first got into the game they were my first platonic pair. God bless the frenchies and the lovely person who commissioned me to draw them

[asrainstorm]

Might i ask yandere eli(lunar phase), naib (man in red) and joseph (azrael) seperately for nun reader who kills devils as a living?

Hcs please! Also hope ur day is going well! ^^

Well of course, darling, it would be a great pleasure for me :)

Personally love the concept of yandere!Naib/Eli/Joseph, so yeah, I’d write hc’s with joy. Also thank you very much for your request, it’s very interesting: I adore the dynamic of a holy x obsessively in love demon, and everything, so I’m really pleased with it! My day is quite nice, by the way, but I hope that yours is much better! Wish you like these hc’s, hehe

Includes: nun!reader x yandere!Eli (Lunar phase), nun!reader x yandere!Naib (Man in Red), nun!reader x yandere!Joseph (Azrael) — separated

Warnings: headcanons, yandere, obsession, partly religious themes and interactions, references to murder, blood and violence.

[ "The blood moon brings destruction" was his revelation on the night before the moon dissipates ]

— Eli met you in the marble hall, full of aspirations and revelations. His heart had a mystical light before you, but when your presence enveloped his whole being the world lost its meaning.

— Your calm expression was felt on the edges of his hearing almost physically. It was like a flash of light that lit up the entire universe. He will never forget that moment.

— You hardly spoke, but your voice was like the singing of angels. Ah yes, the moon went through all its phases at the moment when you gently asked Edgar how he was feeling, or when you spoke with Fiona's cards. There was no one kinder than you, although you never smiled, never laughed and remained amazingly calm even during matches.

— Oh, there was no limit to Eli's happiness when you were assigned to the same team! Every time! He didn't notice any obsession behind him, of course, but, in fact, there was a problem. Now he didn’t care about the rest of his teammates at all.

— At first he was a little surprised. Although Eli commanded the connection of stars and the light that reflected from the giant solar ball, and his flesh woven from this radiance felt almost nothing... Before you, he made sure that all members of his team remained under the supervision of an owl. Now he didn't feel the need to it, and the main focus of attention was always on you.

— However, it is worth noting that he tried. Sometimes forgot, but mostly sent an owl to everyone. Mostly rescued others from the chair. Mostly helped when being asked. Mostly… Argh, well, you see, it’s very hard to pretend that he was worried about the fate of his teammates, except yours, so soon he just stopped.

— And maybe it wouldn’t be noticed by himself at all, but the main problem among other "after-Y/N" problems was the fact that you were openly against him.

— During the matches, no Hunter avoided your rifle, especially if that Hunter was someone in a demon form. You greatly hated them. Hated them to death. At the same time, Eli was partly a demon.

— It was lovely to dream about you: so elegant and so distant. Your sacred presence was burning nearby, when he himself was like an ice; there would be no moonlight without the scorching sun after all, so to look from afar and take care of you forever – why not? Eli could certainly do it.

— But you couldn't. You were brought up harshly, radically, your hands were striped with a ruler, fingers were rough, and every movement was honed to the smallest detail - you were never a fragile girl in trouble, because from the position to which life threw you, weakness and inability to cope on your own were available to anyone else except you. Not being able to get rid of the distracting burning sensation in the back of the head, almost boring into the hole? How pathetic.

— Eli didn't approach, just watched; there was nothing wrong with that for him, because everything came from pure care. It's hard to love, but if there is you for him, then it's okay. And he will do everything to make you happy. Even if he has to stay up all night, holding on to a thin cornice by the window and looking into a thin strip between the curtains - he doesn't need sleep anyway, he can be patient. Even if he has to learn you like an open book, learn your schedule, your tastes and interests - there is a lot of space in his head, not that he has time to find something more interesting. Even if he has to hide in the closet while you're lying down after surgery in the medical wing, where they just don't let him in, Eli will do it to make sure that you're okay, no matter how many days he’d stand there. Just let him enjoy from afar, that's the only thing left. Be kind.

— And look: the one who hurt you is now writhing among his own guts. It's incredibly easy to achieve, don’t worry, no one even realized what happened. Hardly they will suspect the unctuous young man in white robes as a murderer, haha!

— As long as you're fine, he's fine, too. Really, he’s even smiling, look! Smile too, smile for him just once!

— He deserves it!

— But when the ouroboros of your health is unexpectedly interrupted, Eli's blind pupils break, and he, lightened by syzygy, tears the enemy with his claws; snow-white feathers frame the disfigured corpse, but no one cares. Eli is a saint. You're a saint. And only you know how the gilded cloth darkens under the dirty blood…

[ Your fear, "his" blood, and one final bout ]

— You weren't afraid of anything. In a monastery with stained-glass vaults and old crumbling whitewash, you found shelter in a stormy night that took the lives of mom, dad and older brother. Later you were told that what attacked them on the way was a demon.

— To believe in this fairy tale at first seemed utter nonsense. Really, demons? Why then did the angels not descend and pierce them with golden arrows of pure justice, ha? However, very soon your doubts were shattered.

— First of all, of course, they faced the destructive power of the belt, punishing disobedience and the so-called "freedom of thought", and then - the ugly face of a real demon in two inches from your face.

— It turned out that the local nuns were not fragile god’s servants at all. They stood day and night on guard of human peace, tracking down infernal creatures and quartering them, and you, hardened by frequent punishments and awareness of the involvement of the devil's spawn in the incident, did not take long to become one of the best demon hunters.

— So yes, you weren't afraid of anything. However, only with "his" exception.

— "He" was the Man in Red, or so they called "him" in the mansion. Unsociable, closed and straight to the bone piercing with one look… you knew for sure that "he" was a demon, and not just any, but the most malicious of all. The one you should exterminate before everyone else. And, probably, "he" saw this confidence hidden under a layer of crushing horror in your eyes.

— No one knew where "he" came from and why, no one wanted to be in the team with "him", no one, in principle, was eager to be with "him" within a radius of ten kilometers, and the Man in Red "himself" showed no interest in others.

— This attitude towards "him" was quite familiar. People are greedy for their lives, it’s the nature: they grab at the thinnest straws, hanging over the abyss, even if they know that they will not be able to survive, because for them there is nothing more valuable than life. If rebirth is real, then they will never know anyway. "He" knows. In a previous life, "his" name was…

— "Damn it, faster!" you shouted, stunning the Hunter with an ultra-precise shot and quickly freeing "him" from the chair. "It's just the two of us left, so try to survive. I won't come next time!"

— Oh...

— You reeked of fear, your hands trembled treacherously, and you ran away from "him" rather than from the recovered Hunter, but, in fact, it didn't matter. You came to the rescue, even if only for your own salvation, just as irrationally selfish as any other human, and yet, yet you came to the rescue. Perhaps it will be nicer if you just kill "him" yourself? It won’t work, of course, but let this dream continue to warm up your instincts.

— Since that match, the Man in Red has been interested in you. If "his" attention fell on someone, everything in itself became disastrous, and you were just asking for trouble; the barrel of a highly polished rifle always felt like it rested on the back of "his" head. It's only a matter of time before a shotgun is roughly shoved into "his" mouth and the taste of gunpowder is smeared on his tongue…

— However, again, neither one nor the other wouldn’t work, since the Man in Red, fear itself in the flesh, couldn’t be killed. And, unfortunately, "he" suddenly wanted to see the imprint of this truth on your face to the point of itching longing.

— Now others didn't approach you. The survivors were afraid to contact once again with the person who somehow constantly found herself with a Man in Red nearby, and this fact did not please you, as well as them. There was nothing you could do, left in the gnawing loneliness.

— At night you felt "his" presence at your door. In the morning - behind your back when you were walking towards the bathroom. During the day - in the shade of the far corners of the library, in the evening - among the plants in Emma's greenhouse, where you could breathe deeply. It used to be possible, but now constant fear held down the lungs and let in only as much air as "he" wanted. Unbearable.

— Prayers didn't help. As you later found out, the lead and the claws of the Hunters too, because there were not even scratches left on the body of the Man in Red that could be healed.

— The sisters in the monastery used to say that if something cannot be achieved by killing, then it remains only to accept, but how could you accept the constant presence of a demon, gradually turning you into his puppet through the fetters of fear?

— You put thirty-four bullets into "him", six knives, with one piercing through "his" throat and the other through the temporal wall, also tried poisons, strangulation and all this with holy water, of course. "He" didn't care. Only the fact that you sometimes came pretty close to "him" for killing made it possible to tolerate the damage to "his" shell.

— Besides, the horror of a new defeat was very becoming to you, and the Man in Red... Naib-in-the-past liked it damn much. It had been a long time since he had felt emotions.

— So yes, he showed no interest in others. However, only with your exception.

[ He fell from the heavens and brought with him the first falling leaf of the season ]

— Since the tragedy, someone has been visiting your dreams. Color, attire, any details of appearance mercilessly slipped from memory, leaving no chance of identification, but you knew that this wasn’t the enemy. His angelic voice has never left your mind.

— In sorrow and in joy, in sickness and in health, the voice delicately whispered words of consolation or instruction to you, pointing, as it seemed, the right way. And you, brought up in the walls of the worship of divine creatures, trusted him implicitly.

— So, of course, when he ordered you to go to the Oletus Mansion, you didn't throw around questions. Because it was him after all.

— Everything that the Lord decides to send down to us, we are able to overcome, right? And all the trials, no matter how unimaginably difficult they may be, will serve us as a great lesson. You didn't know if this was really the case, but your first match was amazing; really, no one expected that a nun would suddenly take out a rifle and start shooting right and left? You're the best, the one and only.

— "Good girl," his voice whispered that night. "I'm proud of you"

— And suddenly that's all you needed.

— Over the years, no, just a couple of decades spent in terrible conditions of cruelty and isolation, you managed to become, without exaggeration, very dependent on the kind words of a mysterious "friend". They were the only support that saved you from despair, so, of course, hearing praise was all you wanted. Is it possible that someone's brain can lose the craving for life without the simplest set of sounds, called a "voice"? There is a chance to check.

— But you didn't consider your, uh... "little addiction" to be anything bad. The "voice" was there and supported you, and also sounded so angelically beautiful; if he is an angel, which there can be no doubt, then it’s your duty to adore him.

— Well, so the sisters and the holy mother (although there is nothing holy about her) kept saying, but doesn’t matter.

— You loved the "voice" in your head. He was mesmerizing. Gently whispering words of approval, its owner was very eloquent and could convince you of what he wanted; it was always important for a person who grew up in isolation from the kindness to be gently treated, and the "voice" seemed to know it very well. You two have never argued, never quarreled, and couldn’t break the connection. But even being so smart as you are, it was to hard to realize that these conversations were boiling down to one thing: your absolutely and unstoppable addiction.

— "I know you're good, good girl, and we're good together; only I can support you. And I know you feel it. Everything will be fine..."

— These words were not hard to come by, slipped through the convolutions of your brain and ate into the bones; every time he said it, you got a sip of great joy. "Of course," you thought, "because I'm a good girl."

— And then you touched the bare skin of William's forearm while helping him during the match, and he instantly collapsed on the ground, not breathing. Eyes opened. He died at your accidental touch.

— Your face has never lost its steadfast, calm expression since the days of the monastery. A steel lady with an apostolic on her head, instilling fear into the souls of demons and serving as a stone wall for ordinary people.

— But now, in this damned second your beautiful face was distorted with such tearing horror that the world has turned upside down, knocking out your organs with a tension wave, and then returning them to their place, leaving them there soft-boiled. Nightmare. It's just another nightmare, a bad dream, you just have to wake up. Need to... wake up, wake up, open your eyes, please open your eyes! No. You couldn't have killed an innocent man. You couldn't have killed William Ellis! No, no. This can't be happening. It's impossible. Not fair. It’s scary. So so scary. Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary scary scary scaryscaryscaryscary

— ...Wait, please.

— Why does the Photographer smile so strangely from afar? Why does this cruel fucking Photographer, a disgusting demon..?

— "Good girl", a voice sounded softly and quietly in your head, while the Hunter in the distance opened his mouth absolutely in time with the words. "I'm proud of you"

— ...

— What?

— What is it? Wait. Why?

— Dumbfounded, you numb stared at the rich blue skin, shimmering with starry matter, waves of thick silver hair, curls of horns. Long nails tapping on the sword guard. Eyes that were absolutely black, but shining with unshakable warmth to you.

— Why? Why, why, merciful God? It just can’t be real. It can't be him!

— You had no idea that in that incident on an autumn night your life was to be cut off forever. Remember? Legs ached from the cold, viscous earth due to the downpour, hair stuck to your face, tangling with eyelashes and closing the sight. Tree. It should have fallen, breaking the fragile child's body, but for some reason you took a couple of extra steps…

— Azrael, who came down to take your soul, could not understand how it happened. His lists have never changed. Your name was in it. Right here. However, you were standing there, alive and alone; it was... somehow amazing, he thought. Interesting. Why not?

— So he followed you. He wanted to find out what kind of human being managed to escape his hands, but, unfortunately, the longer Azrael watched, the more he wanted something. Whisper a few words in your ear - are you being offended, feel sad, need praise? He can probably do it if you smile at your reflection in the mirror, because it’s just a small gesture of good when he is the fallen angel. You see? It made a very well sense, didn’t mean much. But gradually Azrael began to notice a desire to stay in your head forever. After all, you thought of him so kindly, and no one ever loved him before.

— Love... That's right. Borrow this feeling, please, and fill him to the limit. He can run his tongue along your neck, because you are such a wonderful person - you secretes love physically, make people happier. What is this power called? He’d like to know.

— He’d like to know everything.

— Oh. Unbelievably. A couple of decades, and a fallen angel feels something for a mortal. It's just ridiculous.

— He hugged your brain so tenderly, and everything that distracted him from you infuriated incredibly, to such an extent that he wanted to make an exception and kill the innocent. Why not? Really, why? Azrael has been asking this question all the time since he met you; so much has changed. He lived a little less than Adam and Eve, so long and so alone… Maybe he should think about himself a little bit?

— Yes, that’s right. Love. Burning and big. When he was looking down at his stomach, he practically saw love rising, spinning, writhing like a bump shining through perfect skin. When he ran his fingernail over it, the knot, gradually tied somewhere below the guts, tightened tighter and tighter, and he just couldn't help himself. Would he have fallen again for what he whispered to you in the confessional? How lovingly praised you for mere trifles, tying to himself with unbreakable affection? And for things he did in your dreams, taking away every bit of memories from last night at dawn so as not to spoil everything? How human-like. How satisfying.

— And then, then he decided to direct you to a place where it won't be difficult to reach.

— And then, then he put a grain of his death-providing power into your hands, because no, no, NO, when he think about himself, Azrael knows that you don't need to touch other people.

— And then, then… You’ll join him in heaven.

— "Go here, be the good girl. I know you can do that"

[shiyuusora]

Tentang Lian [6]

Sudah lama sekali sejak terakhir kali memainkan guzheng ini. Aku sangat merindukan masa seperti ini. Sesekali aku memejamkan mata menikmati suara dawai yang kupetik. Suara rinai hujan menambah syahdu melodi yang terdengar. Tiba-tiba saja, seseorang menutup mataku dari belakang. Dasar, anak ini …

“dari ukuran tangan sudah pasti kaubukan Toru,”ucapku sembari memegang tangannya. “kulitmu juga cukup halus, sedikit berbeda dengan Ryu …”kemudian meletakan keduan tanganku kembali diatas guzheng yang sejak tadi berada di pangkuanku. “ini kau’kan, Xiao Er?”mencoba menebak seseorang yang tengah menutup mataku.

“haah~ Lian-ge selalu saja bisa menebaknya,”ia memasang wajah merajuk lalu duduk di sampingku. “wajar’kan?”imbuhku. Suara hujan mengisi keheningan saat ini, tak lama Xiao Er menyandarkan kepalanya di bahuku. Aku membiarkannya, mungkin kegiatannya hari ini cukup melelahkan hingga ia menyelinap keluar untuk sekedar beristirahat dan bertemu denganku. “Lian-ge?”tegurnya menegakkan posisi tubuhnya, melihat kearahku. “ya, Xiao Er?”

“bagaimana reaksimu jika ada seseorang yang menyukaimu?” “menyukaiku? Tentu saja aku merasa bersyukur karena masih ada seseorang yang menyukai diriku.” “meskipun ia seorang pria?”Aku mengangguk kemudian berkata,

“suka itu hak setiap orang. yang merubahnya menjadi masalah itu jika dia memaksakan seseorang untuk memiliki perasaan yang sama dengannya. Toh, suka itu memiliki ragam. Suka sebagai teman, suka sebagai partner kerja dan lain sebagainya.” “bagaimana jika aku menyukaimu sebagai sebagai kekasih?”

“whoa, aku apresiasi kejujuranmu padaku..”menoleh pada Xiao Er, sedikit tersenyum. “aku hanya bisa menyampaikan dua hal padamu. Perhatikan saja dan jangan lakukan apapun sebelum aku selesai berbicara..” memperingatkannya.

“pertama …”aku memberi jeda sesaat. Ia menatap, tak berbuat apapun. Meletakan guzheng-ku diatas lantai dan memberikan sebuah ketou padanya. Sekilas dapat terlihat mata membulat karena tindakan yang aku lakukan.

“aku sangat menghargai perasaanmu terhadapku sampai kapanpun. Kedua …” bangkit dari posisi ketou, menghusap kepalanya.

“aku akan berdoa semoga kebahagiaan selalu mengiringi langkahmu bersama orang yang juga menyukaimu. Kuharap, kau tak membenciku setelah aku mengatakan ini.”

“Mana mungkin aku membencimu. kau dapat memegang ucapanku, ge!”ucapnya terdengar panic.

“Xièxiè, Xiao Er..” 

[shiyuusora]

Tentang Lian [5]

Dia menjerit keras sekali. Tak jelas lagi apakah itu jeritan seseorang atau teriakan seekor monster. Begitu sakit terdengar olehku. Seolah menyalahkan takdir yang begitu tega membawanya pergi dengan seenaknya. Terus memanggil sosok yang tak mungkin menyahuti panggilannya. Cahaya matanya yang begitu menyilaukan, perlahan redup hingga terkesan hampir mati. Masih dapat ia rasakan hangat peluk dan lembut suaranya.

"Garis hidupku sudah terlalu keras. Ayahku meninggal karena sakit, ibu bunuh diri karena tidak sanggup menerima kenyataan, dan sekarang ... " ucapnya berhenti sesaat. "... dan sekarang dia." Keluhnya. "Mengapa takdir begitu senang mempermainkanku? Heh.. untuk apa aku ada jika yang kurasa hanya hal seperti ini!?"raungnya dengan terisak.

"Kenapa dia tidak membawa ku sekaligus!? Sialan!" meraung, terus menerus. Aku tak mampu berbicara kala itu. Melihatnya ... mengingatkan diriku di masa lalu.

Tuhan, aku mengerti semua telah di atur. Meski rutenya tidak terduga bahkan cenderung begitu menyakitkan. Kumohon kuatkan dia, Tuhan.

[shiyuusora]

Tentang Lian [4]

Selesai juga tugasku mengantarkan tonik-tonik itu. Hari ini, hari ulang tahun ibu. Aku berencana untuk mengunjungi makam ibu bahkan sudah membeli sebotol arak putih dan cawan untuk meminumnya. Ada banyak hal yang ingin kuceritakan padanya. Tentang hidup dan orang-orang di sekelilingku. Sesampainya aku disana, terlihat seorang wanita tengah memegang juzu ditangan kiri dan sebuah bunga sakura di tangan kanannya. Menutup mata merangkai mantra kepada Sang Dewa. Aku sangat tersentuh ketika ia berkata, “Ya dewa, tempatkan ia bersama orang-orang yang baik, yang juga dekat denganMu. Karena aku yakin dia adalah orang luar biasa.”

Sampai sekarang dia tidak menyadari kehadiranku. Sembari menunggunya selesai berdoa, aku menyiapkan arak yang telah kubeli. Mulai mengatupkan tangan ikut berdoa. Tak lama … “H-heee?! Siapa kau?!” pekiknya sambil menunjuk ke wajahku dengan kagetnya, membuka mataku perlahan, menuangkan arak diatas makam ibuku.

“Maaf membuatmu terkejut … ” Sahutku menoleh pandangan padanya, memberikan sebuah senyum. “… dan terima kasih atas doamu untuk dirinya.” Sambungku, membungkukkan badan. “Aku anaknya, namaku Lian.” “Lian …” gadis itu menyebut namaku. “Ya..?” sahutku sambil membersihkan dedaunan kering. Setelah selesai, aku menghadap kembali padanya.

“T-tidak.” “Mau minum bersamaku?” tawarku dan sebuah anggukan menjadi jawaban darinya. “Silahkan, nona~” memberikan cawan yang sudah kuisi arak padanya.

“Ibu, kali ini aku mendengar doa yang indah sekali. Seseorang mendoakan dirimu walaupun tak tau siapa dirimu. Dia benar-benar mengagumkan. Padahal ia memiliki permohonan lain untuk meringankan beban hidupnya namun ia lebih memilih untuk mendoakanmu…” aku berbicara sendiri lalu meminum arak dari cawan yang ada ditanganku. Dapat terlihat dari ujung mataku matanya membulat.

“Bu, bolehkah aku mendoakannya? Agar sang dewa meringankan langkah hidupnya, didekatkan dengan orang yang sangat peduli padanya sama seperti dia yang sangat peduli dengan orang disekitarnya, dan air mata yang ia teteskan akan menjadi kebahagiaannya di masa depan. Aamiin.”

Ketika selesai bermonolog, aku mendengar gadis ini menangis. Menumpahkan rasa yang telah dipendamnya. “Yosh, Otsukaresama ojouchan.”

“Chunhua, namaku chunhua.” “Umm, salam kenal Chunhua^^”

[shiyuusora]

Tentang Lian [3]

Ginseng, Ju Hua, Goji berry dan berbagai bahan tonik lain untuk pasien yang tengah dirawatnya. Dia memintaku untuk membeli bahan-bahan ini karena tak bisa meninggalkan tonik yang tengah dibuatnya. Terkadang dia tak ingat untuk beristirahat jika sudah berkaitan dengan pasiennya. Sempat teringat olehku wajahnya yang pucat pagi tadi, 'Hmm, apa dia sedang sakit?' pikirku saat perjalanan pulang.

Ketika sampai dirumah, suasananya tidak seramai kemarin. Samping rumah tempat ia membuat tonik juga sudah rapi menandakan ia sudah selesai meracik.

"Ryu, Toru ... aku pulang." memasuki rumah dan meletakan pesanan Ryu diatas meja di ruang tengah.

"Selamat datang, kak Lian." sahut Toru dengan suara kecil berasal dari kamar Ryu. Aku bertolak memasuki kamarnya. Dapat langsung terlihat Ryu tertidur dengan wajah gelisah beralaskan paha Toru yang tengah memijat bagian kepala belakangnya. Aku dapat mendengar dia mengerang.

Ketika sedang sibuk-sibuknya, "Hee, Lian.." Ia mencoba untuk bangkit dari posisi tidur. "... kau sudah kembali?" suaranya nyaris seperti berbisik. Bukan menyambut sambutannya, aku malah menatapnya dengan tatapan tajam. "Ehe, sepertinya aku sudah ketahuan ya." Tambahnya dengan sedikit tertawa tanpa merasa bersalah.

Aku masih menatap tajam sembari berkata, "Tunggu di sini."

Keluar dari kamarnya kemudian beranjak ke dapur. Aku memanaskan air dan menyiapkan sebuah teko kecil dengan sebuah tampian dan daun teh, sedangkan krisannya aku letakan di dalam teko agar tidak tercampur dengan daun teh. Ketika kurasa sudah cukup panas... hangat lebih tepatnya, aku menuangkan air tersebut kedalam teko. Membiarkan beberapa waktu bunga krisan tersebut terendam air teh. Tanpa membuang waktu langsung meletakkan teko itu di atas sebuah nampan yang tidak terlalu besar beserta 2 buah cawan untuk meminumnya.

Bergegas mengantarkan nampan berisikan seteko teh tersebut kepada Ryu. Sesampainya, aku membalikkan kedua cawan itu dan menuangkan teh tersebut lalu memberikannya pada Ryu dan Toru.

"Ju Hua.." ucapnya pertama kali ketika menerima cawan berisi teh beraromakan itu.

"Iya. Setidaknya teh itu dapat mengurangi pusing, sakit kepala dan demam yang mungkin kau alami." sahutku singkat dengan wajah yang masih kesal. Ia menyesap teh tersebut lalu berkata, "aku tak menyangka kau juga mengerti tentang obat-obatan." Kemudian menampilkan sedikit senyum.

"Hanya sedikit, tidak sampai seperti dirimu." "Ayolah, apa kau masih marah padaku?" Ia meletakan cawan yang telah kosong kembali di atas nampan. "Aku tid--" ia menghusap kepalaku. "Maaf, Lian. Maaf sudah membuatmu khawatir." Dia masih menghusap kepalaku. Yang dapat aku lakukan saat ini hanya membuang napas berat.

"Ini sulit, walaupun sudah berulang kali terjadi ... terkadang aku berharap, aku bisa hidup seperti manusia biasa. melihat mereka hilang satu persatu, membuat rasa itu nyaris pudar. Namun tetap, perihnya masih dapat terasa. Melihat hanya aku yang dapat berdiri tegak sampai saat ini." Wajahku tertutup oleh rambut.

"Nee, jika kau pergi ... bolehkah aku ikut bersamamu?"

"Aku tak layak menjawab pertanyaan itu, Lian. Biarlah sang waktu yang menjawab hal itu. Jika sampai saat itu kau masih di sini, mungkin saja masih banyak orang yang sangat membutuhkanmu. Jadi tegakkan kepalamu. Kawi sang batari tak boleh bermurung terlalu lama."

[shiyuusora]

Tentang Lian [2]

Entah sudah berapa banyak hari terbilang tanpa hadirmu di tempat ini. Tempat yang sangat kau sukai, untuk kau datangi. Sebuah danau yang di tepinya terdapat sebuah pohon nan rindang. Kau bilang, tidak ada alasan khusus untuk mengunjungi tempat itu. Hanya untuk sekedar duduk dan meminum secangkir arak putih ditambah dengan alunan guzheng yang kau mainkan. Sungguh memikat. Jujur saja, aku rindu. Begitu banyak kisah yang terjadi sejak hilangnya sosokmu.

Tentang sang batari yang haus animo afeksi, kantiku yang pupus tali jiwanya, dan bocah itu, ia ... ditinggalkan. Lengkap sekali bukan? Ahahah, aku malah mengeluh padamu yang sudah tenang di sana.

"Ah, aku lupa aku harus menuangkan arak ini." gumamku menuangkan arak pada cawan kemudian menumpahkannya perlahan diatas tanah dekat pohon dan danau itu.

"Ibu, anakmu ini lemah dan rapuh. Dunia terlalu banyak menjejal hingga aku jatuh terjungkal tanpa dapat menyangkal. Tolong berkati setiap langkahku, tolong awasi aku dalam pengawasanmu." Terakhir aku memainkan guzheng peninggalannya.

"Ya, Dewa. hambamu rindu akan dirinya."

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Tentang Lian [1]

"Kakak sedang apa disini?" ujar seorang gadis kecil yang datang dan menyapaku. Aku menyambutnya dengan sebuah senyum lalu berkata, "Ah, Xue. Aku sedang menikmati suasana. Hanya kau sendiri? Kemana orang tuamu? Xiao?" "Mereka pergi ke kota sembari membawa Xiao." "Berarti kau sendirian?" Dia mengangguk menjawab pertanyaanku.

"Kakak Lian ... " "Ya, Xue?" Setelah beberapa detik, aku menyadari satu hal ganjil sembari melihat kearahnya yang berpapasan melihat kearahku. "Xue ... darimana Xue mengetahui namaku?" "Saat bermain dengan Toru, kak Ryu menyebut nama Lian disana. Jadi kupikir, itu nama kakak." Yang dapat aku lakukan saat ini hanya menutupi wajahku.

'Astaga, Ryu.' Keluhku dalam hati dan tanpa sadar membuang nafas berat.

"J-jika itu membuat kakak tidak nyaman, Xue akan memanggilmu dengan sebutan seperti biasa, Kak kawi!" Xue menutup mulutnya seakan menjaga sebuah rahasia besar.

Tawa kecil terlepas dari mulutku kemudian menghusap lembut kepala Xue. "Tidak perlu sampai seperti itu, Xue. Mungkin itu sebuah pertanda bahwa aku harus kembali terbiasa dengan hal itu." "Terbiasa kembali?" Kali ini sebuah anggukan dariku menjadi jawaban atas pertanyaannya.

"Hei, kak ... " tegurnya kembali. "Um?" Aku kembali menghusap rambut hitamnya. "Apakah kakak pernah menangis? Kulihat kakak selalu tersenyum setiap saat seakan dunia selalu berpihak kepada kakak." Mendengar satu pertanyaan polos darinya, refleks membuatku melihat kearah langit. Mengingatkanku akan sebuah pesan dari seseorang yang kini tengah berkelana.

"Menangis ... tentu saja aku pernah melakukannya. Terkadang hal itu terjadi karna hal sepele dan tidak terlalu penting. Pft-- aku ini adalah sosok lemah berhati remuk di balik senyum yang kian lusuh. Namun temanku pernah berpesan seperti ini, 'jadilah seperti langit!' "

"Langit?" Xue menatapku dengan bingung. "Ya, langit." "Kenapa langit, kak?" "Karena penerimaannya yang paling luas dan tidak pernah mengeluh walau menjadi tumpuan banyak hal. Singkatnya, langit mengajarkan tentang ketabahan dan kekuatan untukku dan siapapun yang mendengar." "Xue akan belajar untuk menjadi seperti langit." "Um, akupun begitu. Tapi, jangan pernah lupa bahwa Xue tidak pernah sendirian." Ia mengangguk tanda setuju.

[mirology-deactivated20230219]

When you’re sick Hcs

Pairing: Victor x Reader; Aesop x Reader; Joseph x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

From the moment he woke up and saw you, he knew something was wrong with you

You looked tired, your voice was croaky, and you just seemed tired to him

He’ll get Wick to send letters to everyone asking them to fill in your games for the next few days while you recuperate

You will then drag you back to bed, where he will force you to rest

He’s sad he can’t really give you much affection while you’re sick since he, himself doesn’t want to get sick so he takes care of you to the best of his abilites so you can get better faster

He’s kinda awkward at taking care of you but he still tries his best

During matches the only thing will be on his mind is you, have you had your medicine yet? has your temperature gone down yet?

Please drink your medicine or Victor will be sad, he will use puppy eyes on you if he must — no one can resist his puppy eyes

While your sick if you ever need anything just tell him and he will run around to get whatever you want as fast as possible (Although I suppose he already does this even if you’re not sick)

Idk why but I headcanon that Victor can make a mean af chicken soup, he will serve this soup to you piping hot and hand feed you the soup

When you get all better please give him lots of cuddles — he was very lonely while you were sick

I headcanon Aesop as somewhat of a clean freak, he is most definitely keeping on his mask for the duration you are sick

He’ll force you into bed and make you rest while he runs off to grab medicine from Emily

Don’t even try and refuse the medicine or you’re gonna be in for a ride

Unlike Victor, Aesop isn’t usually one to coo and fuss over you. He’ll leave you to your own devices, only coming in to check every now and then

While you’re sick the only affection he will give is hand holding while you lay in bed

He would not let Emily tend to you at all, it’s not that he doesn’t trust her but it’s the fact that you’re his s/o and as such his responsibility

Only while he’s in matches would he leave you in her care

After what happen to Claude, Joseph is scared shitless when he finds out you’re sick. He doesn’t to loose you too

He asks the other hunters to cover his matches and asks the more trust worthy survivors to cover your matches

Theres a 50/50 chance he will make you wait out the sickness in the camera world with him

He’s going to constantly annoy Emily, asking for updates on your health every few hours or so

Joseph could careless that you’re sick — He’s dead anyway — He will cuddle you

While cuddling he will be the big spoon, while it’s not much it gives him the reassurance that he could protect you if someone where to happen

Until you get better he’s going to be in a state of panic, this state of panic getting worse as the days pass by. It gets especially bad if your sickness gets worse

Joseph dotes on you a lot, while you’re sick he dotes on you even more

If you don’t like your medicine then he’ll go to Michiko and ask for those little candies he sees her giving to Robbie and he will give one of them to you every time you drink your medicine (Please, please, please don’t make his life harder than it already is. He’s gonna lose it if he loses you too)

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