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nirmala 🌺 the jamu-maker
painting from Orchids and Hummingbird by Martin Johnson Heade

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kubaringkan panah 🏹
based on nadin amizah's lyrics that translated to "war has ended, war has ended, i can go home; i lay down my bow and shouted "victory!""
not lovers not enemies but a secret third thing (a king and his mentally unwell knight)
malam arum 🌙🌺
"She sewed flowers into her hair: moon orchids, tuberoses, canangas, and the droopings of chained jasmines. Her sister fetched her then; Nadila crowned with orange and pink lilies, dotted yellow with mustard flowers, the jagged crops of her bangs matched their vibrancy."
jusuf 🌙 the moon knight

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two knights facing the horrors 😔✌ pray for their sanity (and their lack of sleep,,,)
jusuf and the sun-eater character moodboards
left is jusuf, right is baran — x
jusuf and the sun-eater wip — 26/08/2025
current wordcount: 45,580 words
notes: i've been writing a lot and i want to keep records of my small victories—like whenever i finish a small arc, or navigated through a difficult politicking section in the novel. so i decided i'm gonna make this sort of journal style post. i did this twice on my instastory before, but i really hate opening insta, so i'll mostly do it here and post on instastory whenever i feel like it.
life's been awful. i keep reminding myself that i can't stop creating because i must resist the temptation to give into hopelessness. i write whenever i have the spare time. i like writing in cafés while people-watching. and the clacking of keyboard is so satisfying. currently i'm tackling really difficult topics in my novel. i had a lot of fun trying to emulate jusuf's immense discomfort and suspicion during the entire scene using allegories.
i write jusuf mainly to encapsulate and immortalise the feeling of being in constant danger. originally, i wrote him as a carrier to the generational trauma of my family being first account survivors of an ethnic massacre. i think i write him at the right time—because now he is my projection for the looming threat i feel everyday that history will repeat itself. i know i shared jusuf as a mlm king x knight, but truthfully this story has always been about the Horrors—and war. afterall, what better way to describe the horrors of war than through a fantasy organised militia (knights)?
song: swan upon leda - hozier
"one more sweet boy to be butchered by men,"