#raib

[saggy-hein]

Hadn't seen much fandraw of her here in tumblr, so here she go-

Raib from Bumi Series/Earth Series, Tere Liye.

(Or at least how I view her inside my head-)

[babyfoxcollectionthings]

[diksifaa]

Hilang

Aku mulai duduk, terdiam, dan menyudut di ujung ruang

Aku semakin tersudut di tumpukan buku-buku yang perlahan usang

Aku benar-benar tertimpa pada keadaan yang bahkan sulit di kenang

Dan aku sekarang tak terlihat, ditelan sepi, dengan atau tanpa jejak, menghilang

~Random sound, tonight

[emmahamilton51]

This happened

Raib, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Ali, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Seli, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Ily, trembling: What are we playing

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

[babyfoxcollectionthings]

[aminahwritesstuff7]

Please, save my son from the double torment of autism and war 😭. His autism has worsened drastically under the constant bombing and destruction. Now, he suffers from painful fungal infections on his scalp due to contaminated water and poor hygiene, and he’s slowly losing his hearing and sight.

Every moment counts. I beg for your help to rescue him from this nightmare and get him the urgent treatment he needs outside Gaza. Your kindness could save his life.

Raib doodle boost

[heiyodream]

His smile didn’t reach his dark, red-rimmed eyes. It didn’t improve how gloomy or haggard his face was. “You look a lot like your mom.”

I know, she bit her lip, her parents gave me the pictures. I have her smile, they said. My eyes are hers too. When we first met, her mother looked at me like she had seen a ghost.

She didn’t say all these things but spit out rather mere awkward words, “Thank you.”

His left forefinger tapped the table lightly, in rhythm with his right leg’s up and down motion, which repeatedly almost hit the table. He was a restless man with an odd elegance, she thought, and wondered if that kind of movement was an absent-minded echo of his boyband days.

(In her last year of high school, Raib finally met her long-lost biological father.)

“He was still very young, wasn’t he? Back then?”

“Yeah.” She muttered, wiping her teary cheeks with a tissue. A blush of embarrassment ran down her cheeks. She wasn’t used to being so vulnerable and sentimental in front of her dad. It was to her mom that she usually ran to pour out his heart. “Twenty-something. Twenty-two?”

“I see. It must be difficult for him, then.” He made a sympathetic voice. “Losing his power and his lover in such a short time is not an easy thing.”

“So that’s the reason for him—” She jerked; she didn’t want to scream, but a shriek was on the tip of her tongue as her stomach tightened, “—to, to just leave me like that? Wordless, alone at the hospital? I don’t know my mom, I would never, but I had lost her too! It’s not just him!”

“Ra, gosh.” He stuttered. “That’s not what Papa meant.”

“Then?” She demanded, fury and feeling of unaccepted washed over her.

(Two days after that rainy day at the cafe, Raib and her dad talk about love and forgiveness.)

"I don't know how to do this alone," she admitted with a heavy heart. She held power at her fingertips, and the purest and finest blood flowed through her veins. Raib hadn't had an adventure exploring parallel worlds in a long time like she did as a clumsy high school teenager, but she was still the Moon Princess. She should be strong and steadfast instead of this pitiful hesitating for things that should come naturally to her.

"Oh, Ra," Seli sighed softly, her short red hair swaying as she carefully wrapped her arms around Raib. Raib closed her eyes and rested her chin on her best friend's shoulder, letting her anxiety melt away. "Who said you were alone? Of course not; we are always here. Me, your Mama and Papa. Even Ali! Well, there's a good chance that now, the genius is trying to design the most technologically advanced baby bassinet in his basement."

(The very terrified Raib found herself in, more or less, the same position as his father all those years ago.)

“Mama has already made your favorite dishes.” Her mom tiptoed slightly to reach the plates on the top wall shelf. Her dad promised to lower the shelf years ago but always forgot about it. It was almost like the case why their washing machine always broke down in a matter of months. “You must be tired. What time did you get here? Where’s Maya? Still sleeping?”

“Well, a little sore, but that’s okay,” she replied, coming over to help move the rice cooker to the dining table. “I didn’t notice the clock when we arrived, maybe two? Maya is still using White as her pillow. I couldn’t bear to wake her—traveling between parallel worlds is a little rough for a child as young as her.”

His mother raised her right eyebrow, and the left corner of her mouth twitched. Raib waited for impending rebuke, the complaint you should have left her here with us yesterday, yet it never came. Her mother only shook her head, and brushed her hand off the rice cooker. “Oh, you should just sit there, relax. It’s not often that you come home for this long, so let Mama take care of everything, ‘kay?”

Raib gave her a small smile and retreated obediently to the dining chair she had occupied for eighteen years at home.

(Years later, Raib buried the last connection with her biological mother and returned to her childhood home.)