Aku duduk di meja yang sama, laptop nyala, kursor berkedip tanpa ampun. Tulisan ini harusnya selesai kemarin. Tapi ya, seperti biasa, niat nulis cepat cuma teori. Praktiknya… ya begini.

“Ngopi, yuk.”
Ini satu-satunya solusi logis yang kupunya sekarang.

Under the gleaming morningstars, one had adjoined their fate. To us, to our stars, to the preserved cups of tea whose owners are still rouge; we invite you. There are a storybook to fill, piping-hot cups of tea to your preference, and a whole ‘nother universe awaiting your presence.

Read the attached invitations,
Heed these requirements.

𖤓☽˚.⋆ First, you must subscribe to @FabledMyth, @FictionRoleplayer, and @EnglishMuses.

𖤓☽˚.⋆ Then, only NON-OOC Roleplayers are invited to our little forum. This includes, but not limited to: OC, AU, CANON, SNS!OC/AU/IC, MV, and others who had a plot—be it original or canon to the official lore—to their person. This is important as we will involve you in our storyline. (NO TWINS!)

𖤓☽˚.⋆ Fill the attached Google Form with your answers. If you have any problems or questions, you may head to @FabledMythBot.

𖤓☽˚.⋆ Lastly, you must not be a spy, a clone with hostile intentions, or a two-faced participant in our fabled myth. Let our story be ours only.

Have the dawn came yet? Ah, It doesn't seem like it.. alas, it seems too that my duty has come to an end. Before parting ways, you can take a peek at @EngNSFWorld for NSFW bios related, @Gepengfess for a solely-for-menfess place to dwell in, @EnglishMuses to find your fellow English-speaker companions, and lastly, @Gepengers if you wish to see us NPCs’ interactions! I apologise for any errors I've accidentally made, and thank you, my dear Pengies, remember that farewell is not always the end of our journey together. See you in my next shift!

hey-ho everyonee! it's time for waguri to accompany you in sending your bios today ⸜(｡^ ᵕ ^ )⸝ make sure to read the rules and recheck your bios before you send it to @waguyibot! if you already done it all, you're free to go~☆ happy sending sweetheart, i’ll be waiting for you!

this is a SPECIAL BIO SESSIONS ya pengies! special sessions only for rp with type of accounts such as IC, AU, OC, SNS, and other rp types. OOC type of account are not allowed to send their bios! don’t forget to put your account type in your bio. chain only to @waguyik o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Under the gleaming morningstars, one had adjoined their fate. To us, to our stars, to the preserved cups of tea whose owners are still rouge; we invite you. There are a storybook to fill, piping-hot cups of tea to your preference, and a whole ‘nother universe awaiting your presence.

Read the attached invitations,
Heed these requirements.

𖤓☽˚.⋆ First, you must subscribe to @FabledMyth, @FictionRoleplayer, and @EnglishMuses.

𖤓☽˚.⋆ Then, only NON-OOC Roleplayers are invited to our little forum. This includes, but not limited to: OC, AU, CANON, SNS!OC/AU/IC, MV, and others who had a plot—be it original or canon to the official lore—to their person. This is important as we will involve you in our storyline. (NO TWINS!)

𖤓☽˚.⋆ Fill the attached Google Form with your answers. If you have any problems or questions, you may head to @FabledMythBot.

𖤓☽˚.⋆ Lastly, you must not be a spy, a clone with hostile intentions, or a two-faced participant in our fabled myth. Let our story be ours only.

‎ ‎ ‎ Dia, keturunan adam yang memiliki lengkungan kurva secerah baskara di kedua sudut bibirnya. Eksistensi dan tawanya membawa harsa ditengah lara. Alma, itulah nama keturunan adam itu. Namanya begitu indah seperti parasnya yang elok bak rembulan malam, mungkin Tuhan sedang berbahagia tatkala sedang menciptakannya.

⠀⠀⠀How lucky is everyone... it's the weekend, and it means you all can have fun, shopping, going out with friends... while i'm stuck here, in my office. Haha. I don't think it's even legal for the boss to keep me here, but whatever. This is draining me...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@DUOPPO

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ °ㅤ｡BERDUSTA. ・゜
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♥️🪾22.O1 ⋅.˳˳
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✿ㅤManusia sungguh lah indah. Meninggalkan manusia–manusia yang ia cintai. Aku adalah manusia, manusia yang sering mendapatkan luka, adakah aku bisa mendapatkan cinta? Kau berbisik kepadaku dengan kata-kata cinta. Jiwa yang kau berikan–jiwa yang manusia berikan kepada manusia yang lain. Aku bertanya, inginkah kamu membelah hatiku? Darah yang mengalir seperti lautan yang tak ada arahnya, aku menginginkan kehangatan mu. 🐞🫙
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Aku ingin bebas, cinta yang disulam nan rintik-rintik hujan yang mendakap diriku. 'Pabila senja perlahan luruh, ku rebah jatuh ke bumi.

ㅤㅤྀིㅤㅤㅤྀིㅤㅤㅤྀིㅤㅤㅤྀིㅤㅤྀི

Uh... Because... You said you wanted to be my friend...

You little...! Gah, well maybe I spoke too soon!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Kepada sang pencipta, kuserahkan seluruh jiwa ku untuk membunuh sang Pendosa─ dalam seluk beluk pikiran ku, aku terdiam dan bertanya-tanya, sebenarnya ini Dunia apa yang sedang ku pijak?

[ A Pride So Stubborn it was Like an Incurable Disease. ]

Maybe, once upon a time, he had hoped. Hoped that someone would reach down and help him up. But he’d waited once, and there had been no one. A second time, and still, no one. He had experienced disappointment after disappointment, and he’d gradually grown inured to it.

By the time someone, finally, came to help him up, it no longer felt necessary; it only felt shameful. It’s just a little fall. It’s not like I broke my leg. No need to make a fuss about it. And if the leg was broken? He was the type to simply think, It’s just a broken leg; it’s not like I’m dead. No need to make a fuss about it. And what if he had died? Even as a ghost, he might think, Well, I’m already dead, no point fussing about it now.

This type worked so hard to distance themselves from the fussy melodrama of the weak. Yet, without realizing it, they would instead fall prey to a different kind of melodrama: a pride so stubborn it was like an incurable disease.

ㅤsuara sayap tak lagi menyentuh tanah, (@merpatiasri).. ❀

ㅤkupanggil namamu, namun hanya senyap yang menjawab. dunia seakan berhenti pada nada yang tak sempat kau bisikkan. di sangkar itu, masih tertinggal sebutir bulu. putihnya menyimpan gema kasih yang dulu menenangkan dadaku. kini udara pagi terasa hampa, tak lagi dihiasi dengkur lembut yang biasa menyapa mentari.

ㅤkau terbang jauh, lebih tinggi dari jangkau tanganku, meninggalkan rumah yang kini berbau rindu. setiap kali angin menyusup lewat jendela, aku berharap itu engkau. mendatang membawa damai, menepuk hatiku yang masih menunggu. tapi yang hadir hanya kosong, dan lantunan doa yang tersangkut di tenggorokan waktu. di bawah pohon tempat dulu kau mandi cahaya, aku kuburkan serpihan biji dan harapan: tanah itu kini menjadi altar bagi kenangan. betapa fana hidup yang bernafas di antara paruh dan sayap—namun abadi dalam hati yang enggan melepaskan.

“Hamid, sayangku, kapan kau akan mulai membanggakan dirimu sendiri, bukan orang lain? Aku penasaran, betapa hangatnya pelukanmu tanpa rasanya beban di pundakmu.”

(@PHAINONL) Hanya itu yang mereka inginkan, bertaruh padaku seperti aku seekor kuda dalam pacuan. Mereka hanya ingin aku menang. Tapi, pernahkah mereka memikirkan betapa hampa nya perasaanku setelah setiap balapan yang tak berujung kemenangan? Bagaimana bekas luka mengerikan ini muncul setelah setiap tabrakan, mereka takkan pernah tahu rasanya. Semua ini, apa tujuannya? Aku ingin merasakan kebebasan, bukan selalu merasa seperti burung yang terkurung dalam sangkar. Aku ingin merasakan persetujuan, penghargaan, atau semacamnya. Mereka hanya tahu fasad yang aku pegang, juara dunia enam kali yang sangat narsis tetapi ramah. Entah kenapa, hanya kebencian dan rasa bersalah yang melekat padaku. Aku merasa bersalah karena membenci, tetapi aku membenci karena merasa bersalah. Ironis sekali, aku hanyalah anak kecil yang naif sebelum semua ini terjadi. Aku lelah, Bu. Sungguh. Kapan kita akan bertemu lagi? “Tidur nyenyak, Hamid. Ibu sangat menyayangimu.”

@WRATHTIDE. Sprung from hollow loins and anointed within the sanguine rift of kings. Hear this edict: THE SON OF GORGO WILL BE CROWNED IN BLOOD.

Conquer this world, or be ground to dust beneath me. I am the leonine scourge that crowns both pretender and throne. This body has witnessed the sepulchral campaigns of Kremnos, has harbored my will through millenia, witnessing battalions collapse, cities splinter, and the keen kiss of blade. Such was the tradition of my lineage: bloodletting as benediction. Yet, I transcend that feral litany. Gratuitous slaughter I spurn. I shall steer the remnants of Kremnos toward ascendancy by stratagem and by steel and not by mindless rivers of gore. This kingdom will be remade by purpose and cunning. Kneel now, or taste the silence I bring. For I am the Undying: the final roar before oblivion, the dawnless sovereign. And should you resist, I shall slit the very breath from your throat.

        🪽💖♡. love-romance ! (12/8)  ♪ ˚.
       heart fluttered and flushed at the     
       romance plot, it takes a love shot
               filled with fashion-diary!

     FASHION DESIGNER;collided with a love story in college life, and a sweet catastrophe of romantic plot-twist in romantic.blog 🧁🐩♫˚ her blonde hair combed perfectly, ready to draw diary model sketch (2000’s) 𑣿' I hope the cupid gave me a direction to a romance-tale daytime! ♡ 🐩💕

Penghakiman yang tak ada habisnya itu membuatku terisolasi dari orang-orang. Sungguh hening berdiam diri tanpa teman untuk diajak berbincang—katanya karena takut dihakimi dan dicerca oleh mereka yang suci. Bila kamu bersedia berbincang denganku serta menerima aku apa adanya, sila sapa aku di sini: @lDouma. Aku menunggumu selalu! :)