Happy birthday to my dearest sister @lycheekiice or @chiamengg_ on Instagram!!! This is a one-shot from me as a gift, starrinng Louis (her OC) and other PBWC characters, including Schmidt.
Summary :
Louis was on his way to talk to the executives about his sudden termination from WBL. But then, his annoying twin brother interrupted.
“What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here, instead?!”
First of all, he didn’t intend to raise his voice. Second, He came here ready — for the exec99utives, though, not this long lost brother he had found “recently”. Such a ruin of mood, he thought. Looking away, shifting his feet, Louis would like to leave Schmidt alone with his two cups of colas right now. Especially since Braking was waiting behind.
But, no. Unfortunately, that man his age didn’t stop. He proceeded to step closer into Louis, while saying “Sorry, I-I mispoke-” ‘Yeah, I know you would.” Louis cut Schmidt off quickly, raising his chin slightly. Schmidt sighed. Louis only glanced at him and Braking once more, giving them a cold stare. “I suppose I didn’t need to hear anything from you once again.”
He saw Schmidt lifting his head up to meet his, shifting the cola into Braking’s hands. “Must be about the termination-” “I said I didn’t need to hear anything from you once again!” Schmidt went still for a minute. “Louis, I have heard about it. I felt bad for what happened to you,” Schmidt confessed, only to met with his twin’s scoff. “Look, I want to help.” Schmidt continued. “Seriously? No, Schmidt. Thank you.” Louis rejected shortly. “I won’t fumble, really!” “You’re so desperate to be a useful brother!” “Okay, what if I do?!” Schmidt retorted. Louis went silent for a few seconds, seeing his brother actually admitted his guilt.
But now?! That man had his entire childhood to stay with his brother yet he chose now?! Too late. They’re both not a child anymore. Of course Schmidt shouldn’t expect Louis to shrink into his child self back — maybe Schmidt did.
‘He’s guilty! He’s really guilty! But no, Louis. Why did it take him this long?!’ The voices in his head started to boil out the already stressed man.
“So what, Schmidt? Do you expect me to forgive you now? To let you in now that you’re guilty?!” Louis laughed. “Why would I do all of that?! To pat on your broken little ego? You’re afraid of being seen as irresponsible young man?!” Louis walkes closer to him. “Oh wait, you are! You are the boy who gets away destroying the ring only to get humbled by Jino. I wonder why the executives haven’t kicked you out like Braking,” Braking flinched at the mention of his name. “Or..is it because you’re on their side-” “Louis.”
Louis chuckled even further. “So I hit a nerve. You’re one of them! You both one of them. Schmidt just gets favored more.” Schmidt wanted to argue about that, but he held it back. “Try again, Schmidt.” Louis turned his back, proceeded to walk into the executives’s room. Schmidt frowned. “I will,” He muttered.
In a split second, the man with the blue barrett sprinted past Louis and stood blocking his path, much to Louis’s surprise. “Ah! What are you up to?!” Louis shouted spontaneously. “I want to know why do you come here.” “Not your business, stupid!” Louis tried to get pass him, but Schmidt mirrored his movement precisely, contonuing to block Louis who’s gotten more and more impatient underneath. This had gotten physical, this had gotten childish. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Louis moved to give Schmidt a hard slap, as Schmidt let a tiny shout due to the pain. Schmidt took few steps away. Louis managed to get free and proceeded to walk past him. “You’re playing around.” He said while Schmidt slightly curled up to brush off the pain in his cheek. “Come on, Louis! I’m your brother! I have right to-”
“NOT ANYMORE, OKAY?!” Louis shouted, freezing both Schmidt and Braking. “You. Threw away. Your brotherhood. Since the day you ran away.” Louis muttered coldly. He fixed his posture, before dropping “So you’re no longer my brother. Get it?!”
Schmidt went silent. Slowly shifting his position, into facing Louis’s back. He lowered his hand who was once lingered around his face. His pupil shrinked in a huge guilt. He let out a disbelief sigh.
Louis stole glances to the devastated man behind him. He saw how Schmidt lowered his face, refusing to say anything..for a while. Louis lowered his eyebrows to him. “You’re wasting my time. Should’ve reached the executives sooner than dealing with you here.” He confessed, which surprised Schmidt.
“I don’t think you should go there.”
Louis held his breath. He shifted his position, now facing Schmidt. His eyes widened in sudden confusion. He raised his eyebrows. “..excuse me?!” He muttered. “You think your plan will work?!” Schmidt protested. Louis rolled his eyes, “What? You think you have better ones?! Spill it!” Schmidt paused. His eyes travelled down to the floor, looking for answer. “Anything that doesn’t involve you dealing with them again.” He answered. Louis blinked, “What? What do you mean? Seriously, how are you going to make them accept me back if-”
“Now that I think of it, you’re better off from this league.”
Louis froze, for seconds. The sentence. Pettiness?! Did he really manage to hurt Schmidt’s ego by rejecting him as his brother? What was that?! Didn’t he mean to help just a minute ago?!
“What do you mean by saying THAT?!” “THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE FOR YOU.” Schmidt shouted loudly, that Braking almost lose his grip on the Cola for that. Louis even flinched a bit. Schmidt paused to catch a breath. “..what makes you think returning to serve these people are worth it? Do you think I haven’t been watching all these times, Louis?” He muttered. “You’ve been destroying yourself, your body, and your sanity everytime you deal with these people. They took advantage of your fame. They never truly cared for your health. And then, they discard you when you’re no longer useful.” The last sentence hang longer in the air. “..like our parents did.”
Louis did not respond. He refused to let those arguments in, but maybe he already did. He continued to watch Schmidt confessing his guilt “I care for you, Louis. I felt bad for leaving that day. But I can’t turn back the time. I can’t make us both children again. So, what’s left for me is to make sure no one will treat you the same. No one shall abuse you, take advantage of you, anymore-”
“TALK ABOUT CARE, SCHMIDT, YET IT’S TOO LATE.” Louis quickly cut off. “YOU WANT TO REPAY THE KINDNESS YOU FORGOT BACK THEN?! YOU THINK EVERYTHING YOU DO NOW IS WORTH IT?!” The hall was filled with the sound of Louis’s breaths. Schmidt stepped back a bit. “YOU THINK BY DOING THIS, YOU CAN ERASE THE FEAR I’VE BEEN HIDING FOR YEARS?! YOU THINK I WILL INSTANTLY BE HAPPY?! YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN OUR PARENTS?!” Louis continued. “OH COME ON SCHMIDT. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE THE SOLUTION I NEED?! YOU’RE ONE OF MY BIGGEST PROBLEMS EVER ALIVE. THE BEST YOU CAN DO TO HELP ME IS BY NEVER RETURN. THAT’S ALL!”
Louis paused, collecting his breaths. There, he had let it all out. But he saw there, how Schmidt didn’t seem to look so offended. That guilt never left his face, ah but what guilt?! Louis wanted to see where Schmidt’s bruised ego was set. ‘Schmidt deserved it. Of course. Schmidt deserved.’
Yet, that’s probably a lot for today. Schmidt was getting annoying. It forced Louis to say something he thought he’d regret later..maybe. Anyway, this encounter with his elder twin has ruined his mood a lot. Turning back, heading to the executives, he wished to never hear any more words. Finally.
“You’re so desperate, while I’m sure this plan will never work.”
Louis felt a hand gripping his wrist. And then pulled him further from his main direction. “HEY. SCHMIDT-” Schmidt didn’t respond. He kept dragging Louis into the opposite direction. “You know they’re going to sue you back. Except if you offer them money. Which you won’t, right?” Hearing that, Louis slowly stopped fighting him, before Schmidt let him go right in front of WBL’s entrance.
“Go home, Louis. I said you’re better off this league. It’s not worth fighting anymore.”
Louis looked into Schmidt’s face. His right hand held the left exactly where Schmidt had gripped it. Not long after that, Schmidt sighed. He turned his back, facing Braking who was trembling from inside. Schmidt walked into him and took his Cola back. “I’d leave you there, Louis. I hope you indeed listen to me, at least to step back from the executives..for a while. And from suing them. I don’t want to see you in worse state. But it’s okay that you hardly want to believe me right now. It’s okay to hate me. I’ll leave, then.” Schmidt said, “And never return.”
The entrance door was closed. Everytime it opened, no one was there. Schmidt had left Louis outside, contemplating with his choices once again. It’s suck. He managed to convince Louis, this time. Now he was standing here, hoping no one saw him like a fool. He tried to convince himself back so hard to go to the executives, but somehow Schmidt’s words never left his mind. Annoyingly enough. All those outbursts from him only to admit that his brother actually gave him a good solution; step away. Oh wow, Schmidt got smart when he’s kind. That’s funny. Louis turned away, started to walk across the road, waiting to be picked up by his fellow mates.
The nearby billboard was changed. A new advertisement was played.
He’s done..maybe.
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Yayy finally, it's finished! I am sorry for the late gift. I give a huge thank for @chiamengg_ for staying and encouraging me since 2025. I changed a lot after meeting you. I learned to become a better person. Wish you a bright future, girl!
Okayy this one is a request from @ShimoLovesArt on Instagram. This one is kind of horror though. Do tell me if it's too much. I have put few jokes in it to balance the tone.
SUMMARY :
Kai's parents were reunited, but the mother wasn't happy. And I'm bullying the father (LOL).
This was probably a nightmare, or so Griffith thought.
Logically, why would the corpse of his wife stand in front of his desk right now? First of all, a corpse. How could a corpse walk and "breathe"? Shouldn't she belong to the grave? Shouldn't it be an eternal sleep?
But thank goodness, for him being the first living person she visited on the first day as a walking corpse, probably. That was love, loyalty, and devotion of a lover. Even at her "worst". Griffith had no words to describe this reunion perfectly, especially since he had just woken up from his sleep. He would most likely refused to stay late for the rest of his life, if his late wife continued to do something like this again tomorrow -- a jumpscare.
Griffith was an ambitious, honest, and determined man. If he wanted something, he would work for it in the best, clean, and effective way. He didn't like playing around, betting his luck into something vague. They said his business was a weak-start, saw his intolerance for illegal shortcut as naivety and innocence, while of course they believed Griffith wasn't that kind of man. The main reason why he was able to achieve a life this successful was his own loyal colleague. The one who stayed with him every night to finish the blueprint and reports. What seemed heavy became lighter. His business rose high, just like the buildings he used to sketch. At last, the best "Thank You" he could give to Amy was an offer for marriage. And a castle. And a family.
Oh, that last one. Was that the reason Amy here didn't seem to visit for joy? Because he never give her that family? Wait, he technically had given it, right? They had a son. They had those "Family Hangout" days back when she was still alive. See, the gift, the "Thank You", was already given. So when she died, it should no longer be relevant, right? Because what was the point of keeping them if the said owner was no longer there?
'What, Amy? Are you implying that I missed your death letter? You never wrote one.' his defense mechanism said inside his head.
The creepy part of this reunion was that she didn't even move a single bit since the minute he woke up. He could only hear her breathing through the rotten skin (How did that even make sense, again?). Not a single word out yet. Not even a greetings. Griffith would like to conclude that this corpse version of his wife was unable to do speeches, most likely what they called "Zombie", but an educated one. Though if she did end up going to stand there until the night ended, then she should've done something that wouldn't bore him.
There was this tiny, coward, idea of Griffith to escape from this nightmare. The other idea, surprisingly the strongest one, was to ask her "The weather". He was not a fan of horror, but he knew the worst possible outcomes of both choices, probably if this corpse was not really Amy he had known. So, what should he say for now? A compliment for her beauty? Nah, he had done the same kind of compliments years before. The results were absolute rejections and three days of emotional ignorance. Worst could be now that she was a creature from horror movies. So nope he would not like to deal with it.
Fine, then he should asked straight to the point. No matter how weird this may sound.
"Good night..Amy. Can I..help you?"
There. He asked it. To the corpse. He waited for twenty seconds before the corpse eerily lifted her head. Her gaze now aimed directly a him. She wasn't breathing. Why would a dead person breathe anyway. But as she opened her rotten mouth, Griffith could hear the tiny groan inside. That was abnormal.
"Why..aren't you with Kai now?" she asked hoarsely.
He blinked. "Why..why am I not with Kai now?" He looked away, thinking before replying. "I'm working-" "That is not an excuse." Oh, the tension rose. "..Amy, darling. I am indeed working right now. Okay, I might got a little sleepy before. But you know why what these papers in my desk mean." Griffith said, looking for an excuse. Unfortunately, Amy knew him well. Him..back in the past. "How important, Griffith?" "Very important, darling." "The due is in three months." She slightly snapped. Griffith's calm demeanor vanished.
The "Zombie" could read.
He fixed his posture. "Amy, look, I'm quite busy-" "How busy, Griffith?" She asked firmly again. Griffith was left speechless for a few seconds. Though his fear for this creepy creature slowly receeded, replaced with the image of real Amy. Still, the adrenaline didn't disappear. Yet now, his brain had decided that he was not going to escape this ghost. He's going into arguments with his wife. Classic couple things. He could do it. He had been doing it. He was an expert (Really, man?).
"Amy, look. Our company is growing. It is no longer the small one we have been struggling to maintain. It is an achievement, darling. I made it. You made it. And I'll keep it strong. For you." He softly explained. Amy turned her head a bit, sighing in disappointment. Sensing the lies. "If being big means no longer hard to maintain, I'm pretty sure you have more spare time to spend." Before she could continue, he already cut her off. "Yes, and that's the key, Amy. Use the spare time to make sure our company keeps standing strong. Ever heard about champion, darling? It is a good thing to win once. It is greater if you win twice, three times, four, five, for eternity! Yet, that's not an easy task, Amy. That's why.." He said, raising his eyebrows in a prideful way. Amy paused, her fingers curled into the papers he had spent "signing" all night (What a waste of papers! He should've learned Microsoft Word). Words seemed to stuck inside her mouth. "It seems to be the other way around, shouldn't it?" She muttered. "And I think I prefer back when you're not this 'busy'." Griffith frowned at the commentary. He looked away, laying his back on the chair. He chose to not add another argument. Her answers, to him, started to get.."illogical".
"Griffith," She called out his name at last, firmly. "Why aren't you with Kai?" She repeated the question, much to his annoyance. "Amy, he's no longer our little boy." He quickly retorted. "He is." She stated. "Amy, I mean-" "What? You think I didn't see through the way you refer to your life now? Years have passed. And I can't believe the first thing you bring up to me is your business." She walked closer to him. "Ours, Amy." "No. Yours. Do not involve me in your attempts to escape our family." She snapped. Griffith paused, before lowering his eyebrows. "If you care so much about our family, maybe you shouldn't take the bullet."
"..what?!"
The air slowly turned cold. "..Griffith, are you saying-" "He's just a son." Her breath hitched upon hearing his sentence. "Griffith, that is your son." She raised her voice slightly. "No, Amy. He's yours. You're asking for a family. And I give it to you. Wish granted." Griffith coldly explain. "..wish granted?" she muttered, looking down. "You're..referring to your son as a..gift?" "Your gift, Amy." He corrected. "Then..tell me, Griff, if the owner of the gift is no longer here, what will you do to him?" She asked hoarsely. Griffith paused. "I-..I'll see what can I get from it." He hesitantly answered. "And if there's none?" Griffith didn't answer. But then, Amy smiled. As if his expression now gave her an already clear answer.
"You'll throw him away."
Griffith flinched a bit. "No. Amy-" "Oh it is. I know you so well, Griffith." Suddenly, the image of his late gorgeous wife spiraled, twisted into the former corpse that had been standing in front of him. She was far closer now. Her throat let out an eerie groan. His eyes widened. His instinct told him to escape. But her fingers already pulled his white shirt forward into her face. He couldn't move, but it's not because the corpse was stronger than him. He was simply frozen. "Amy, darling, listen to me just once!" He shouted. "Darling? You said you're never part of my family." She shouted, as her voice went corrupted with a monstrous distortion. Griffith tried to convince himself that this was not truly Amy. She would never be this violent, scary, intimidating, or most likely…
She would never walk out of her grave.
"..Dad?" Griffith's eyes fluttered open. "Are you feeling well?" The voice of his son snapped him out of the nightmare. He glanced around what turned out to be his bedroom. He glanced back at his son. "What happened?" "We found you laying on the floor this morning. I have contacted a doctor to check up on you few minutes ago. He had just left. He said you're dehydrated." Kai explained. "Oh..yeah. I see." Griffith looked sideways, convincing himself that his encounter with the boy's mother last night was really just a nightmare. "Rest, Dad. I'll take over some of your projects." "Good. Please do." Griffith closed his eyes. There were silence for a few seconds. He did not hear Kai walking out of the room yet. Not even a single voice. He opened his eyes again, only to meet with a blank stare out of Kai's eyes. "..Kai?" He anxiously asked. "..no. It's nothing." "What? What is it? Tell me." Kai took a breath, glancing deep into his father's eyes.
"Did mom say something?"
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Wow that's long. And yeah, I don't think I need to write who is who regarding the names I gave to Kai's parents (Because writing them as "The Dad" and "The Mom" felt weird). Oh yea, for the context, in my fic, Kai's mom Amy is implied to get sh0t to death by a mafia or smth.
Hii, it has almost been a year since I disappeared. Came back with a PBWC one-shot, requested by @funken_beat from Insta. Here we go!
Braking was left disappointed when Kai refused to keep his promise for a friendly hangout, so he would not let Schmidt do the same.
"He said he's not coming." "ALL OF SUDDEN?!"
Schmidt scrolled through the absent Black Emperor's messages. Briefly did his eyes leer to the spiky magenta-haired "friend" who is currently upset. "See what I was saying, Braking?" Schmidt muttered sarcastically. "Shut up." Braking snapped. "No, I'm serious. You're wasting my time too. Let's be real, do you know the reason why Kai will never join a friendly hangout like this?!" Schmidt turned off his phone and put it back to his pocket before continuing, "Because you are a lesser master among us." He chuckled. "I mean, compared to you, I am better-" "You're saying that I must be as skilled as you to befriend him?! You put yourself as the standard. So why hasn't he come here when I already asked you to join?!" Braking's question left Schmidt silent for a few seconds. He looked away into his tank watch car below. Braking raised one of his eyebrows, "Or Kai, too, is disappointed at you, so-" "I'm not as worse as you." Schmidt cut off. He fixed the collar of his jacket and turned away from a frowned Braking. "Also, wasting my Saturday arguing with you is kind of exhausting. I better go home so I can practice. More." He said firmly. "But hey, since you purchased those tickets with your own money, I won't forbid you from going to the fair yourself. Have fun as much as you want..if that is your priority, of course." Schmidt muttered, while Tiggar drove away following his feet.
Walking not even far from Braking yet, Schmidt felt his hand being grabbed fiercely and dragged into the fair's entrance. "HEY! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, BRAKING?!" "I'M NOT GOING ALONE!" Braking shouted. "WHAT?! HEY-" Schmidt quickly pulled Braking's hand away. He looked at Braking with a sharp, frustated glare. "You don't really understand that I have no interest in accompanying you, huh?!" "YOU AGREED TO JOIN ME FROM THE START. I AM NOT FORCING YOU!" Braking exclaimed. "YOU ARE?! I SAID I'M NOT INTERESTED?!" Schmidt barked back. "Not interested RECENTLY! WHAT?! ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL YOURSELF AWAY LIKE KAI DOES?!" Braking glared into his eyes. For a moment, he stopped shouting as he collected back his breath. And then, his eyes returned to face Schmidt. "..don't say you only come here because I mentioned Kai."
Schmidt's eyes widened for a second, but it quickly followed with a chuckle. "Now, wait, I thought it was obvious." Schmidt laughed. "No?!" "It was? You brought up about how my presence here should be attracting Kai to join us. That should mean you understand our relationship here is nothing but a 'profit-based' friendship, that's why you bring me." Schmidt explained, followed with Braking's silence. Braking clutched the tickets in his hand. He looked down.
"I..wished for you to join me too. Even if Kai never came." Braking confessed.
Schmidt went quiet for a minute. He put his hands back on his hips as he sighed. "I suggest ask others next time." "Who?" "Your friends?" Braking then looked up. "I don't have one." Schmidt froze a bit, his shoulders loosened. "I thought, once I became a Master with you guys, I could..find my people." Braking continued. "..like Kai," Schmidt rolled his eyes away, before hearing the following sentence, "and you."
As Schmidt glanced again at Braking's face, he saw the rookie Master (just like him), still had a huge determination to win something. Whether it's the next WBL, or it's the genuine friendship between them three -- which is "ridiculous". "This has gone uninteresting-" "I know you did nothing on your home, Schmidt. You spend time with games on your phone, or working out. But not going out. You're slowly becoming pale. The fair actually has a popular game stand selling their recent products. It's going to be crowded, but you know what I mean." Schmidt went frozen. First of all, he did not expect all of those observations to come out from someone like Braking. Someone whose brain as shrinked as Braking. Someone as--
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"Where's the game center?!" "Can you sto-" "You're taking too long, give me that." "Ow, Schmidt!" "You drag me here, Braking." "What?! For many times, I am not!" "And you can't read a map."
In a street full of crowded people, the two boys dashed out, since Schmidt planned to only visit the game center before leaving.
They stopped only few steps away from the supposed game center because of the long queue. "Shoot, this hour's the crowdest." Schmidt harshly put the map back on Braking's hand, Braking raised one of his eyebrows "..okay, so?" Schmidt paused, counting the numbers of people in front of them. "Great, the moment we're there, the newest one will be sold out." He concluded. "Oh." Braking paused before looking back and forth. "But..uh, we've come so far. I'm sure there are still things worth looking for-" "You think I waste my money for nothing, Braking?" Schmidt cut off, fixing his barret, attempting to leave. Braking took a long gaze before grabbing Schmidt's hand. "Don't leave yet. I have a plan."
It has been three minutes and Schmidt got more impatient as time went on. What was this thing Braking planned to do, anyway? "Look," Braking's voice snapped him out of his mind, as he noticed Braking's finger was pointed at the second person queueing from the front. "That bo6y's got distracted. Next minute is our chance." After a few brief seconds, Schmidt instantly caught the hint. Of course, it's not a surprise for Braking to do this. But for himself? Wow.
It's not like he was not an expert at it too.
"Is that what you want us to do? I don't trust you to be fast enough." Schmidt mocked. "Watch me, Braking."
As the first person left the cashier, Schmidt quickly walked smoothly, cutting off the queue, while Braking followed from behind. "Antonio SS part 2, please." He quickly ordered, while the cashier looked away in confusion for a minute. "Alright.." she replied. Schmidt gave an exchange glance to Braking. The moment the game box was on his hand, the person behind him shouted, "Hey! You're cutting of the line!" Schmidt shrugged him off and walked away. "Gee, you took too long to realize. This is the last piece, by the way." Braking mocked before running away, following Schmidt. The two laughed as they exit the game center.
"..that was smooth, Schmidt." Braking confessed. "Unexpected, huh?" "What? Not really. I know you're that kind of guy. Unlike Kai." Braking replied. Schmidt went silent for a minute. "And, you still believe we can all bond?" Schmidt scoffed. "I guess. I mean, who knows. I kind of think I am being naive too lately." Braking admitted. Schmidt glanced at him for a minute, before saying "..you know, Braking. I'm surprised someone like you believes in friendship. To the point of..asking Kai to come here." Braking chuckled. "Well, why wouldn't you too?" "Uh..you know." Schmidt took a long glance at the game box, and then at Tiggar. Braking paused, looking away, before muttering, "But if Kai really did come, I doubt he would let us get away from that behavior."
A sudden laugh came out from Schmidt, "Then it's a good thing he's not here." He said, unintentionally putting on a tiny smile. "I don't like him."
Braking smiled in return. "You do." "I don't know what makes you think of that.”
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OKAYY HOW WAS THAT GUYS?? For context, this was set after Braking's and Schmidt's first season as new members of 12 Masters. Other one-shot coming soon!
If aid does not enter to Gaza Strip within the next 48 hours — especially baby formula and flour — then prepare yourselves for the largest mass death crime in history.
Do you think the famine is over just because you saw pictures of people fighting over a sack of flour?
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In the shadow of conflict, our family has faced unimaginable hardships. The passing of my father, a victim to the cruel grasp of hunger and inadequate healthcare, left a void in our lives, underscoring the fragility of our existence here. My brother, Samer, battles bipolar disorder, a condition exacerbated by the ongoing war and the severe shortage of essential medications. Without access to the necessary treatment, his life is at risk, and we live in constant fear for his well-being amidst the chaos that surrounds us. These personal tragedies have deepened the urgency of our situation.
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Our entire neighborhood In Gaza Before and after
we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money, but it was bombed and we have nothing now, pic of our supermarket
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Sorry for the late birthday gift @sle3pykrynn, this is your SkullKiss request that contains :
Enemies to Lovers (..but in here it is Lovers to Enemies tho)
Knight & Queen (kinda)
Yozora, Hime, and Hera belongs to @sle3pykrynn, Enjoy reading girlll 🧚🧚🧚
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As you are aware, our empire has been expanding its borders, and I believe that your skills and experience would be very invaluable in our military. I am pleased to inform you that I am willing to appoint you as the new General of our kingdom's army.
As General, you will be responsible for overseeing our military operations, providing strategic guidance, and ensuring the safety and security of our empire. I am confident that your expertise will enable us to achieve great victories and further expand our dominion.
I would like to schedule a meeting with you to discuss the details of your appointment and the expectations that come with this new role, in 2 months. As for now, I gift you the most exquisite jewels in the world. Jewels that can buy anything you want. Anything you desire.
Paradise jewels.
Sincerely,
Emperor Kai
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The carriage stopped right in front of the palace's gate. The horse almost jolted as the guards pointed spears at him, much to the soldier's annoyance. "Are you kidding me?!" He shouted, jumping out of the carriage. "You have no fear, eh?! It was already the third day since we overtook this city! And you are still-" "Braking, let me talk to them."
The new general walked out of the carriage. His evil grin and sharp eyes targeted the two guards. His royal black coat covered almost all of his bodies. "Gentlemen, we are here to meet with your lady." He said with a grimace. The two guards glanced at each other before turning back to Schmidt. "No." The general chuckled. "I apologize for not specifying which lady. I mean-" "Whoever she is, you are still not allowed." The smile on general's face started to falter. "You are not permissioned, Schmidt." They stated. The general let out a sigh. "I do not ask, gentlemen." He said, before his hand reached out a gun behind his back.
"I demand. Now."
--
The palace's hall. It was beautiful, artistic, heavenly. Yet the ladies were strong and stubborn, as he expected. However, much to his surprise, these ladies allowed him to step in their precious palace, walking towards their leader's room. Why, he already expected them to throw daggers at him. But now, they were just treating him as another visitor of the palace. Minus the passive aggressive tone. Still, Schmidt would like to stay here, at least one night. He couldn't continue. It was just one night, before the due was over. Before he finally left the land and be replaced by other captain.
The emperor let him do anything he desired. But did he know--the thing Schmidt desired mostly, was the thing he was against with.
"Yozora-sama, General Schmidt is here."
There he stopped, in front of the door. The room itself, was wide enough for anyone to enter, in sight. The fact was, a big curtain surrounded most of the room, leaving a wide space for whoever inside the curtain. The queen herself, was inside. She was sitting on the floor, hair was filled with roses, wore an oversized dress, and few jewels. Anyone could assume she was crazy. But this didn't stop Schmidt from showing his amusement.
The queen waved one of her hand, signaling Schmidt to enter her room. He held his breath, as he stepped inside her room, guarded with other ladies. They guided him across the room, until they stopped in front of the queen. "You may now speak." One of the girls said.
Schmidt inhaled. "Good afternoon, your highness." The room fell silent for a moment. The girls glanced at each other. The queen finally raised her glance towards him, in wonder. Though covered by the curtains, Schmidt could see how messy her makeup had gotten compared to usual. She looked pretty tired. "I assumed I have driven you crazy these days." Schmidt said, grinning. "Did you come here only to tell me that?" The queen asked coldly. "Obviously not. I just want to-" "Straightforward, sir." One of the girls almost gave him a cut thought the cheek, pointing her dagger towards him. Schmidt glared at her, only to be received by a deadly glare as well. "Hera, it is fine." The queen assured as the girl slowly walked back to her spot. "Your ladies-in-waiting are problematic, queen." "Your words will cause a lot more problems if you won't get to the point." Another girl said. "Hime is right." The queen stated, deeply glared into the new general.
Schmidt sighed. "I assumed you all have already known that I am promoted to be the new general. I would rule this land as soon as the emperor had promised." He explained. "That's why, I will be holding a night of feast with other officers. And I want you, ladies, the land's most treasures jewelries, to dance and sing with us." He stopped himself, preparing to hear the queen's responded.
But much to his surprise, the queen and her ladies bursted into a mocking laugh. Well, that was expected. But such a bravery. "Funny, your highness. I know." Schmidt muttered. "Ah, general. The fact that you still call me 'Your Highness' after all." The queen commented. Schmidt rolled his eyes. "Ladies, I suppose you aren't serious with my order. Understandable. But, then, I will have to send back these precious emeralds."
Schmidt threw a jewelry to the floor, as it reached within the queen behind the curtain. The queen glanced at it. "Paradise jewel." "Paradise jewel." Schmidt said, "The rarest and most expensive one. And I have more in my house, if you are willing to come of course."
Yozora swept of her feet, changing her position. "Oh, dear. I appreciate it..but I have more too in my house." She said. "No, you don't." "Yes, General. Why? Are you in denial?" The queen teased. "You're the one in denial. For I've been walking around this palace for years. I knew this place and familiar with it. Yet there weren't any of these High-costed jewels, hanging around you or your house." Schmidt said, slowly losing his patience. "Is it? Or was it simply you that weren't aware of what you did?" "What I did?!" Schmidt almost shouted. "Yes, general..you threw those jewels away. And now, they're just regular stones you can take advantage at any things you desire."
Schmidt grunted. "I do not understand, Yozora." "You will never understand, Schmidt." Yozora replied non-chalantly. "I will never, if you never explain what you feel to me!" "I did?!" Yozora shouted. "..you did?!" "Of course, I did. But you never listen to me." Yozora replied. Schmidt scoffed. "I didn't even remember hearing you saying that." "Like I said, you didn't listen to me. And I already took it back." Schmidt thought for a moment. "Is that so?"
On a quick sprint he dodged other ladies and entered the room inside the curtain. He held out his gun, pointed it towards other ladies. "Say it, or the gun will say otherwise." Schmidt whispered to her. Yozora looked at him, frowning but stayed calm. She raised her hand to stop other ladies from pulling him back. "I said say it." He stated.
"..I loved you, but you don't feel the same."
Schmidt eyes almost twitched, hearing the confession. He almost lowered his gun. He wanted this, but it was still a surprise to hear her saying it. A lifetime wish it was.
"Do you think I don't feel the same, Yozora?" He asked. "..yes." "Then you're wrong." He said. "No, Schmidt. I'm right." Yozora replied. "Then why would I spare you--when I could just let you die that day? I love you, Yozora!" Schmidt shouted. "..no, you desire me." The cold statement was enough to let him speechless at the moment. "I don't-" "You do, Schmidt. After all, you invited me to dance in front of other officers." Yozora asked. Schmidt lowered his gun at last. He knelt face-to-face with the queen. "And what if it's not, what if it's only you and me?" Schmidt offered. "Us? Dancing?" Yozora asked. "..I can't dance." "..well, you never want to learn. Just like you never want to learn to listen." She glanced the other way.
Schmidt paused for a while, thinking what kind of fine things he should offer anymore to these ladies, to the queen. Ironically, the only finest thing he had right now was Paradise Jewels. Yet, these ladies refused to decorate themselves in those blessings. Schmidt didn't know, were they asking for tortures?
..ooh.
It was until a sudden laugh fromthe general echoed throughout the room. "Ah, my queen is very stubborn." Schmidt stood up, grinning . "But don't worry, I respect your choice..for now." Schmidt said the last words quietly. "That's very kind of you, general Schmidt." Yozora replied calmly. "As I should." He fixed his barret, "Alright then, thank you for the conversation and the heartwarming welcome. I consider leaving now." Schmidt turned to the ladies to guide him back. However, he got a sharp reminder glare from them. He sighed. "I will take care of the guards I shot."
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"I didn't do anything weird, Schmidt! I assure you!" His colleague Braking raised a thumb, despite his bloody uniform. Schmidt turned at the beaten up and unconscious guards. "..I can see that." Schmidt replied. "So, do you manage-" "No," Schmidt cut him. "..ah man." Braking commented. "Don't worry, Braking." Schmidt opened the carriage door, "I have another plan."
This is a birthday gift for @beginnerwizard and bonus too for @sleep4rrei (her birthday is incoming, and I've prepared one specifically for her)
Eclair belongs to @sleep4rrei and Mawar belongs to @beginnerwizard
It was dark, and raining. Ten o'clocks. And the garage was still opened, if not for the boss to decide, they should added. "Who knows an unfortunate person's car breaks down in the middle of the night. You can't expect a ghost to appear and fix everything, right?" The Boss said that night.
"Anything," Eclair muttered, "but a ghost."
Anthony Claire, that night, was sitting on his boss's garage. The coffee beside him was still hot. Eclair was more than lonely. He was occasionally trembling in fear whenever he looked into the dark streets outside of his garage. He had to make sure to himself that there was no anomaly watching him from afar every second. He sighed. "I guess watching some Mawar's videos will help.." He muttered, his cheeks were red a little bit.
It was something he barely shared. Not the fact that he was single. But the fact that he had a crush on the famous Indonesian actress. Since she was recently visited his hometown. It was just a crush to him. And he was not serious about those daydreams. Well, maybe someday he would find a girl. Someday. Night.
Two o'clocks. It was raining. The garage's field was still opened wide. Well, Eclair was just dancing under his dreams, until he wasn't. Oh no, he hated this moment. He hated the fact that his body decided to be awake at midnight. Two o'clocks, raining, and alone. He could curse himself at that moment, but he wouldn't. He preferred to convince his brain to let him sleep peacefully. Thankfully, his brain was starting to cooperate.
Now, Eclair was just replaying every positive thoughts before he went to sleep again. Shivering cold, a little, he realized he didn't wear the blanket that he saved in his office. But the realization came to the worst. Something suddenly appeared in his mind. Though blurry memories, Eclair was certain with this fact.
He was asleep outside of his office, some minutes after his call with Louis ended. The garage door was not yet locked.
Oh, what a burden. He could only hope no one entered the garage to steal something valuable. He wanted to go home when the night shift ended, without hearing his boss shouting at him.
Just as Eclair was initiating to make his way to the door, while still laying down the couch, and was slowly opening his eyes..
A lady. Long-haired, wavy. It was covering her face. She dressed in a white gown.
Beautiful, Eclair must admitted. Yet it was no longer beautiful when he remembered the legendary tale that had been roaming around the world. At this point, Eclair quickly shut his eyes back. He stopped breathing. His heart was beating so fast. His body went rigid. He forced himself to not move at all, silently hoping that the ghost would assume he didn't exist--which was quite a stupid reason to leave.
It was almost a minute, but it felt like an eternity to him. Eclair really wanted to breath, but he was too scared to do so. And as if this was not terrifying enough, he could hear the faint words coming out of the ghost's mouth,
"Mas..Mas.."
Such language he did not learn in university. And why would he be? Was this ghost had her own language in the afterlife? This was new. Louis was going to laugh to die after hearing this.
The moment suddenly came to a climax for him. He could sense the moving hand odmf the ghost, reaching out, and aiming at his body. Was she going to touch him?! Eclair peeked a little and..
"AAAGGGHHH BATARD!!!"
"MAY GOD PUNISH YOU EVIL SPIRIT!!!"
He breathed heavily, shaky, and looked at her sharply. The startled ghost was silent for a moment, before she stepped up, much to Eclair's wary. "I'm not a ghost." Eclair blinked. "Wha.." "I'm not a ghost." Eclair blinked again, twice. "Do you hear me?!" She raised her voice. "What-WHY WOULD I-Who are you?!" Eclair said in return. The woman sighed. "My car stopped." "Stopped?!" Eclair was confused, and the woman seemed to be more confused than him. After a second he finally realized. "Your car's broken." "Yes." Eclair facepalmed.
And quickly, he woke himself up from the couch, then started walking towards her car. "So what happened?" He asked, picking up his tools. "I don't know. I was from the studio, I was about to go home. And then, the car didn't want to start. So I had to call for help." The woman explained. "..at this hour, Ma'am?" "Yes, an hour ago." "This late, Ma'am?" Eclair kept asking her questions, much to her annoyance. "What's the problem with it?!" She asked back. "Why are you still outside during this hour?" "Because I had a work to do?!" She raised her voice. "Then I should ask you too, sir, why are you still working at this hour?" Ultimately, Eclair was speechless enough, so that he focused a lot more to fix her car.
"..I think I forgot something." "What?!" Eclair turned at her. "My wrench," "Wrench?" She sounded confused. "Yes, wrench.." Eclair sensed her confusion. "..Indonesian?" "What?!" Eclair was taken aback a bit. "What is..wrench..in Indonesian?" She asked. "Huh-I don't know?!" Eclair replied. The woman sighed at his answer. "Alright, why don't you just bring me that basket beside the door-..can you..?" Eclair asked before he opened the car's hood, as she walked approaching the pointed door. "..which one?! There are two baskets! Red or Blue?"The woman shouted from afar. "Um..BLUE!" Eclair replied. The woman picked up the blue basket and brought it towards him. Eclair examined the blue basket. "Oh, my bad, I mean the red basket." He said, before fixating himself back to the car's engine. His response made the woman grunted as she turned back to pick up the red basket. "Jancuk." "Thank you,"
Time had passed. Eclair had asked the woman to sit down inside the garage's office, cleaning and calming herself after the raining night. Eclair entered the car to see if it finally worked. Gradually, it was. He sighed in relief. He laid his back on the car's couch. Trying to process the fact that the woman was not a ghost, she worked at a studio, go home in the middle of the night, and had her car's broken. Judging by all of those, she must have been an actress. Oh..and she was also Indonesian. However, he had never seen her before in media. No wait, there were like few Indonesian celebrities that visiting his country this month. But who was she? Did he forget someone?
Eclair pulled out the key and walked back to the office, only to found out the woman had not yet cleaned her make up--she was even worse now, due to crying. "Miss..?" His voice made her flinched in surprise. "Um, pardon me. Your car has been repaired. You can try it now." Eclair said. "Um..yeah thanks.." she sobbed. "..pardon me.." She muttered, covering her face. However, Eclair didn't respond, and instead went inside of the office.
Soon, he came back with two glasses of waters. "Ah, thank you.." the woman said. Her voice was now softer than before. Eclair assumed that whatever happened last night was very stressful to her. He wouldn't judge what was it. "I apologize for sleeping when I have to work, Ma'am. And for screaming when I saw you--I, I was startled." Eclair apologized. "Um, yeah, understandable, sir..still.." She wiped her tears off, "I am also sorry for..being angry." Eclair looked at her. "No, you don't have to feel sorry for being angry. It is normal. And I can understand why." Eclair said, but as he noticed that the woman did not have any tissue or fabric to wipe her tears and makeups, he stood up and walked towards some desks. "Here," He picked a fabric. "Ohh thank you, sir-"
But before she could react, his hand was already on his cheek, and the other was wiping out the makeup and tears. "Eclair," He said, focusing on to wipe the makeups, completely ignoring the fact that her cheeks naturally went red after his act. "Sir..? I can wipe it myself?!" She asked. "O-Oh! Pardon me." Eclair stepped back, realizing what he did. He turned away, starting to sense that his cheeks also went red, much to his slight annoyance. "That was stupid.."
"..Mr. Eclair," "Yes.." "Are you overworked?" Eclair was silent for a few seconds, still turning away from the woman that brushed her tears off. "..I, I don't know honestly. Maybe, but, yeah I can live with it." He answered. But as the woman fell silent in return, he decided to ask her too, "How about you?"
"..Is it bad?" "What?" She paused, but returned with a mutter, "That I consider I am."
Eclair closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "No, it's not." He stated, "It's subjective but..it doesn't make you a bad person to dislike it." The woman shook her head. "No, Sir. I think I should live with it. Just like you do with yours." Eclair nodded. "That's true. Sometimes you can't escape it. But most of the time, you can feel it." "Feel it?" The woman asked. "Yes.." Eclair replied, "Feel just everything. And don't hold back. You're not a robot or a doll. You're a human. A sentient creature. Cry whenever you want to. And be angry whenever you want to."
It was until two seconds, another sobs were heard behind him. He closed his eyes, already figuring out that this would happen. And he was glad he got to know more about her. "I'm sorry, Sir.." She said, wiping her tears off with the fabric. "Yes, but are you going to wipe your tears with the same fabric?" "Eh..right. Oh! Anyway, Sir. You can turn back now."
"Finally," Eclair muttered his annoyance. It was just before he was frozen in place, too stunned to speak, and left him breathless. Almost like his first time meeting her. His jaw was left open. His heartbeat, instead, didn't stop--but went faster. However, this was his last word.
"Mawar?" "Ah..yes, that's me, Sir."
"Are you okay?"
"Sir?!"
And there he fainted before his dear customer could pay for his help.
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Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
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Those were stressful week, but ANYWAY!! Have some Lord Shen and my OC doodles (and some human version designs)
The left one reminds me a lot of my one-shot where I HC that his younger self was very good at archery
By the way, the OC is below ;)
His name is Feiyu. He's part of a royal peacock, but was born in a different family and used to be the next ruler of another land. He's still somewhat a relative to Shen. One of his grandparents was a sibling of Lord Shen's father.
He's short. And he's fifteen.
He can actually act like a proper royal and a smart, young gentleman. It's just that sometimes he loves to yeet and pull the bratty kid demeanor, only to people who deserve it. He's quite patient and warm to others (at least on the outside), kind of an opposite to Shen.
So, in my AU, he was sent to Gongmen to replace Shen, a year after KFP2 occured. And the wolves went chaotic because they were so done with peacocks. There is actually a reason why they sent a 15 years old peacock Lord to rule a city, but that will need a whole post to explain and another oc introduction so yeah next time.
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My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
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