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inge-universe · 1 year

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Ruby Coene - Sahana @rubycoene #rubycoene #sahana #dvp @dutchventurepublishing Wie heeft dit boek al gelezen? Wat vond je er van? ............ Inhoud: Zeven Grote Huizen herrezen onder de ruïnes van de vroegere wereldsteden. Zeven Grote Families beloofden de vrede voorgoed te bewaren. De zestienjarige Nyah ziet de zon slechts twee keer per jaar. De rest van de tijd verblijft ze onder de grond. Hier werkt ze voor een van de Grote Families in ruil voor bescherming tegen de straling die de Laatste Oorlog veroorzaakt heeft. Dan ziet Nyah tijdens haar werk gruwelijke beelden van de buitenwereld: het zijn de bebloede velden die ze al jaren in haar dromen ziet. Voordat ze de kans krijgt te achterhalen hoe die verboden beelden in haar dromen terecht zijn gekomen, wordt ze verkocht aan de erfgenaam van de meest beruchte Grote Familie. Nu ze een gevangene is van deze grillige jongen, zal ze nooit meer kans zien de waarheid over haar dromen te achterhalen… tenzij ze vlucht. Al snel blijkt dat ze niet zomaar kan weglopen voor wat haar is overkomen. Om echt vrij te zijn moet ze de laatste restjes van haar veiligheid opgeven en de waarheid achterhalen over haar verleden en de rol die ze speelt in Nieuw-Europa. Pas als ze weet waar ze voor vecht, zal ze kunnen winnen. ............ #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books #bookmail #dutchbookstagram #reading #boekenpost #lezenisleuk #ya #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #youngadult #youngadultfantasy https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIZBhtrHk3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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moocowmoocow · 3 months

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For All Mankind rewatch

Nuri Prabakar in 3x01 "Polaris"

#nuri prabakar #for all mankind #sahana srinivasan #long post

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academyoftheheartandmind · 8 months

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Timeless and Other Poems

By Sahana Ray Timeless There's a peace in knowing I may not be yours tomorrow. Today, I can drink from the depths of your eyes, I can catch the words falling from your lips, catch your breath, as much as I wish to, and complete your thoughts. Tonight, I can caress your gentle cheeks, and clasp your hands and bid you hush, and kiss your temple till you close your eyes. There's a bliss in knowing…

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#academy of the heart and mind #academyoftheheartandmind #Anti-Love #Paper Rose for the Dead Girl #Poem #poems #poet #Poetry #Sahana Ray #The Librarian’s Top Shelf #The Stage #Timeless

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nightbrcther · 11 months

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　　　The job. She knows every minute detail about it; who her asset is, their destination planet, the cargo, the identity of the pirate they'll be doing business with, and how long the transaction should reasonably last. Sahana doesn't skimp on research. But the only variable she couldn't confidently predict was the raider ship that would intercept them the moment hyperspace spat their two ships out. Straight into conflict -- she knew her client's luxury yacht would pose a risk. A glossy, extravagant beacon of wealth, destined to draw eyes in an Outer Rim system teeming with avaricious criminals.

　　　In her own starfighter separate from her client, Sahana performs a defensive split to position herself at the bandit's flank. He barrel rolls, she follows. It takes just moments of concentrated fire for her phase beams to sear through his deflector shield, at which point a volley of missiles does enough catastrophic damage to the bandit's unprotected hull to ensure her client will be sailing away unscathed.

　　　Or so she thought.

　　　"We have to make an emergency landing," the Nightsister speaks through their linked comms when she notices the left half of the sleek staryacht spitting trails of black smoke out into space. "What is the damage report?" // @prvtocol

#prvtocol #.sahana

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jothishi · 1 year

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Om Sahana Vavatu | Shanti Mantra | ॐ सह नाववतु @Jothishi

#youtube #omsahanavavatu #om sahana vavatu #jothishi #peace mantra

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sahanaholidays2023 · 1 year

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shreyaajmani · 1 year

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Jeffrey Deitch's "Wonder Women"

Wonder Women, Jeffrey Deitch’s trailblazing show, is now on display at their Los Angeles gallery on 925 N. Orange Drive till October 22, 2022. Kathy Huang, the curator of the show, also serves as Managing Director, Art Advisory and Special Projects at Jeffrey Deitch. The exhibition was first presented in New York in May 2022 and featured thirty Asian American, diasporic, and non-binary artists displaying themes of wonder, self, and identity through figuration. The expanded version of the show features forty artists.

Excerpt from Mash.

Text by Shreya Ajmani

Work by Sahana Ramakrishnan. Photo by Joshua White (@joshuawhitephotography)

#Wonder Women #Ginny Lim #Jeffrey Deitch #Sahana Ramakrishnan #Anjuli Rathod #Rajni Perera #Women Artists #Art World #Art Gallery #Art Writer

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polkadotmotmot · 1 year

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Sahana Ramakrishnan - Ghost Dance (Triumph of the Dead), 2021

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windupnamazu · 8 months

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could be the distance made this love visible

ffxivwrite2023 #01: envoy a messenger or representative.

Lunya & Hancock on the topic of Tsuna/Hancock. Post-Shadowbringers, pre-5.3. 969wc. ⮞ Hancock Fitzgerald does things subtly. Courting Tsuna Mizuhiki while she's across the star is one of those things. Unfortunately for him, Lunya Lanya is anything but subtle.

Days at the Ruby Bazaar offices were typically full of paperwork and meetings—sometimes both at once if Hancock wasn't careful—and while ultimately these were things he held no ire with and even enjoyed the monotony of, he cherished the few breaks that came between managing the Kugane branch of the East Aldenard Trading Company.

The port city ever smelled of salt and opportunity and as he settled onto his favourite sofa, a fresh pot of ink and a scroll at the ready on the table before him, a cooling zephyr wafted through the open window overlooking the zen garden out back along with the brisk sunlight of an early autumn afternoon in beautiful Hingashi. There was an hour before his next meeting with a merchant coming back from Bukyo and he intended to make good use of it, and with a setting so lovely and inspiring, words like flowers bloomed easily at the forefront of his mind.

At least, they did until his secretary knocked thrice on the door and announced a surprise visitor.

Hancock returned his rose spectacles to his nose with a half-hearted grimace and a sigh caught in the back of his throat. He loved his work, truly, but unannounced guests usually came with complaints and foolish attempts to get his (and therefore Lord Lolorito's) attention with poor plans and poorer deals.

"A messenger for you, sir," his secretary said as he entered the room, and when he stepped to the side it was to reveal a very familiar Lalafellin woman in lavender and starlight.

Lunya Lanya smiled at Hancock, pointed canines bared like fangs as she daintily curtseyed with a flutter of her skirts, the move accompanied by the chime of miniature bells. "Long time no see, my friend," cooed the girl, and as Hancock rose to greet her she pulled an envelope from behind her back holding it aloft between her thumb and index finger. He froze.

"Miss Lunya!" he managed to say jovially, fully aware he was trapped halfway between sitting and standing and looked like a fool, gaze fixated on that envelope and its ruby red wax seal. "I believe acting as mailmoogle is well below your paygrade."

"Most things are," the woman hummed as she sauntered forward and stopped short of the sitting table, keeping his prize just out of reach. Not that he'd reach out and grab it, of course. He wasn't desperate. "Now, what are you playing at, Fitzgerald?"

Ah. There was the catch. "My surname?" he asked lightly, eyes still trained on the letter. "Am I in trouble?"

The look in Lunya's crystalline eyes was unreadable.

"You are one of us"—and obviously she did not mean one of the Warriors, the heroes of the star, compassionate, brave, true; she spoke of their shared affection, affliction, starved for coin and hungering for more. The ruthlessness that came with it and the way she and Tsuna sensed it in each other at first meeting and in him and he in them. Lunya was happy to leave things at that back then, more amused than anything that two fellow creatures of avarice drifted to each other as they did, but none of them expected for things to become the way they are—"and this—" She waved the envelope. He fought back the resurging urge to swipe it from her. "—goes beyond banter with a friend. You're playing a dangerous game, Hancock."

She was right, of course, but—"Tsuna is an adult," he argued. "She is free to make her own choices."

"And Tsuna is my friend. Our friend." How was it that even with his spectacles on it was like she could see right through him? "So if you're just screwing around—"

No. Absolutely not. He'd sooner die than have anyone think that way. "I am not playing," Hancock said firmly. "This isn't a game. Tsuna is not a toy or a conquest or a chess piece. She's…" With a sigh, he removed his spectacles once more, hoping his earnestness could be conveyed. "I would rather say it to her face first."

Lunya softened. "It's worse than I thought," she said gently, finally handing the letter to him, the guarded steel in her eyes giving way to affection. "You're a good man, Hancock, and it's hard for people like us to stay that way. I'd rather neither of you get hurt."

Unable to say anything more, Hancock could only nod feebly, strangely cowed in the face of this woman determined to shoulder the burdens of all her loved ones when the universe failed to do anything for them itself.

"I trust you're offering a response service for this letter..?" he ventured. He held the letter tightly, careful not to crush its precious words. "I'll have konpeito prepared for your troubles."

"Right, right," their little mailmoogle said, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turned and strode toward the door. "I'll be at Bokairo for the night, so I better see you in the morning."

As she opened the door, Lunya paused and looked over her shoulder.

"You've ruined that girl, Hancock," she said, and her grin was all mirth and glee and none of the hostility he would have expected just minutes before. "You should know she was blushing like a Halonic nun when she handed that to me."

Kami be good, Hancock thought as the door closed on his friend. He had seen all of Tsuna many times before, in the most primal and carnal of ways, but the thought of her face flooded with warmth at his attempt at long distance courtship seized him with a swell of affection that nearly bowled him over.

Settling on the windowsill at the back of the office, Kugane's sunshine warming him further, Hancock unsealed the letter and began to read.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #hancock fitzgerald #oc: lunya #shes not here but this is hantsuna...#s: dear sahana #sorry hancock is not invited to smash bros :(#tales from the warriors of light

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moocowmoocow · 3 months

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For All Mankind rewatch

Nuri Prabakar in 3x02 "Game Changer"

#nuri prabakar #for all mankind #sahana srinivasan

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leiawritesstories · 4 months

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The Universal Rules of Mistletoe

a fun, hopefully cute, little fluffy fic based off this prompt from @rowaelinprompts "Our friends set us up under the mistletoe"

a gift for @sahana-draws!! happy @rowaelinscourt Rowaelin Secret Santa! it's been so much fun working on this little piece and I really hope you enjoy :))

Word count: 2,054

Warnings: none! (just clueless idiots in love)

Enjoy!

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Fifteen Years Ago

Shiny patent-leather shoes tapping lightly against the hardwood stairs, Aelin hurried downstairs as fast as she could while in her poofy red tulle Christmas dress. Five steps up from the bottom, she stopped, peering across the wide hallway into the main floor of the Galathynius home, which was full of beautifully dressed adults. Her eight-year-old imagination latched onto the sight of her mom and dad with their hands linked, smiling and laughing as they talked with their friends.

She wanted everything they had when she grew up.

Slowly, a little nervously, she moved three more steps down, stopping again as the nervousness flared up in her stomach. This was the first year she had been allowed to come to the Christmas party, and even though her babysitter would be there with her, she wasn't sure if she could do it.

"Hey." Another voice--a boy's voice--interrupted her scattered thoughts. Rowan Whitethorn, the boy from next door whose parents were longtime friends with Aelin's parents, stood on the other side of the staircase railing, looking at her with solemn green eyes. "I like your dress."

"Thanks," she said, smoothing her small hands down the fluffy layers of the skirt. "Mom let me pick it out."

Rowan grabbed two of the stair rails, using them for support as he rose onto his tiptoes to stick his head over the top of the banister. "Are you gonna come to the party?"

"I dunno." She stood on the last step, one hand lingering on the banister. "There's only grown-ups there."

"I'm there too," he said. "Hey, do you wanna play party tag?" Party tag was a game they had invented two years ago, when they were six and seven, during one of the many events Aelin's parents had hosted. Because Rowan and Aelin were so young, they would show up at the event for a bit to be cooed over by all of their parents' rich friends, and then be swept off away from the event. They'd invented a quiet, no-running form of tag where whoever was "it" would have to sneak up on the other person and subtly tag them. Nobody could run, and there had to be at least two minutes between tags.

It was more fun when one of their friends was also at the party, but they made it work with just the two of them.

Aelin cracked a small smile. "Okay." She stood up and stepped off the last stair, and he walked around to stand with her. "Are we gonna go now?"

"Yeah, we--"

"Oh, Enna, look!" Evalin Ashryver Galathynius's voice floated in alongside a cloud of her expensive designer perfume. "Our little ones seem to have found the mistletoe!"

Alarmed, Aelin looked up, finding a small bunch of mistletoe tied with a crimson ribbon hanging from the chandelier above the staircase.

"You know what that means," Enna Whitethorn beamed, setting her champagne flute aside and whipping her phone out of her clutch. "Rowan, darling, do you want to give Aelin a kiss?"

Rowan's whole face turned bright pink. "Do I have to?"

"No," Aelin whispered, blushing just as bright. "It's just a stupid thing the grownups do when there's mistletoe."

"Of course you don't have to," Enna reassured her son. "But it would make such an adorable photo, right Eva?"

"Oh, it would be precious!" Evalin agreed. "Fireheart, will you at least pose there for a minute? Yes, just like that! So cute!" She snapped a few photos in rapid succession as Enna did the same. "Enna, could you get a few of just me and Aelin?"

Relieved, Rowan hurried to stand next to his mother as Evalin came over to Aelin. "You look beautiful, little Fireheart," she said warmly, tidying the big red bow in Aelin's blonde hair. Enna snapped a few photos, and Evalin took Aelin's small hand in hers. "Are you ready to come to the party?"

Eyes wide, Aelin nodded. "Do I have to stay for very long?"

"Just long enough to say hi to a few people." Evalin squeezed her daughter's hand. "I promise. Then you and Nehemia can go have your movie night, right?"

"Uh huh." Aelin straightened her spine, a move she'd seen her mother do endless times. "I'm ready." Quietly, Rowan fell into step next to her, his mother on his other side. And, with her mother on one side and her best friend on the other, Aelin felt a little better about going into the grown-up party.

Present

Aelin was halfway through curling her hair, lips held apart while her matte crimson lipstick dried, when a rapid-fire knock drummed against her bathroom door. Before she could respond, the door swung open and Elide Lochan, her second cousin and dear friend, barged into the bathroom.

"I'm not dressed!" Aelin yelped, scrambling to pull her satin robe closed while still holding the curling iron in her other hand.

Elide rolled her eyes. "I can tell, Ae. Don't worry, you still have an hour before anyone is supposed to get here."

"You could've said that before you ran in here like everyone had already showed up," Aelin grumbled. "But thanks, Ells."

"No problem." Elide grinned. "Nice lipstick. Gonna get it all over someone's face tonight?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

Aelin snorted. "Gods, no. I'm the host, not some teenager who can run around all night kissing the boy she has a crush on."

"You're also twenty-three and you work too hard." Elide snatched the curling iron from Aelin's hands and took over curling her hair. "You deserve to have a little fun at your own freaking Christmas party."

"Yeah, sure," Aelin said sarcastically. "Bring me a man to kiss under the mistletoe and we'll see about that."

Elide smirked. "You're on."

An hour later, Aelin headed down the stairs, the same staircase she'd walked down every day since she was a little girl, and paused at the bottom step to take a deep, preparatory breath. You can do this, Galathynius, she told herself silently. Everything was all set up--the dining room table with a charcuterie spread, the silver-and-blue themed Christmas tree in the foyer, the large, open living room adorned with soft twinkle lights and decorative snowflakes and soft music piping in through the speaker system her parents had installed years ago. It's going to be just fine.

The doorbell rang.

Collecting herself, Aelin stepped off the stairs and went to the front door, a gracious smile spreading across her face. Her smile brightened when she found her cousin Aedion and his fiancée, Lysandra, waiting on the front step.

"Merry Christmas, Ae!" Lys squealed, hurrying inside. "Let us in, it's freezing!"

Aelin laughed. "Hi, Lys. I missed you!"

"You wouldn't miss me if you weren't working all the time," Lys teased, hugging Aelin tightly. "That dress looks fantastic, oh my god."

"Thanks," Aelin whispered back. Her crimson silk dress--of course her lipstick matched her dress--had thin straps, an elegantly scooped neckline, and was fitted in the bodice before flaring into a spill of floor-length skirts.

Aedion wrapped his arms around her. "You're not this tall," he teased.

She rolled her eyes. "It's called stiletto heels, genius."

"Sounds dangerous." He winked.

"Only for you boys who don't want to feel short." She laughed. "Hi, Aeds. How's wedding planning going?"

"Do not get me started," he groaned. "I'm so stressed, and our wedding isn't until another seven months away."

"Hey, relax. Have some punch. Just think about Christmas for a while, not the wedding."

"I'll try." He flashed her a grin.

The doorbell rang again, and Aelin opened the door to find four six-foot-plus men crowding her front steps, acting like small children with their elbows everywhere even though they were all at least in their mid-twenties.

"You can't all fit through the door like that," she drawled, beaming.

Fenrys elbowed his way through the others and broke into the house first. "I win!" he crowed, sweeping Aelin into a hug that pulled her off her feet.

"Good grief, Fen, you haven't even had any drinks yet!" she laughed. "Congratulations on winning whatever it is you think you won."

"He thinks it's a competition to get into parties first," Connall, his twin, explained. He affectionately tugged Fen's man bun. "Put the host down, Fenny."

"Don't call me that, you little--" Fen put Aelin down and went after Con, who'd sauntered away into the living room.

"They're all children, I'm sorry." Rowan pulled off his heavy winter jacket and shook the film of snowflakes off his pale hair. "Merry Christmas, Aelin--oh my god." He stared at her for a good long minute, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Lorcan drawled, nudging Rowan int he shoulder. He wrapped his own arm around Elide's shoulders; the two of them had been dating for just over a year and Aelin had never seen Elide so happy.

"Merry Christmas, Ro." Aelin restrained her giddy smile and did a little spin to show off her dress. "Thanks for--oh!" Rowan caught her, pulling her into a warm, pine-scented hug.

"You look stunning," he said softly. "I didn't know if I could say that in front of all the others, they'd never shut up about it, probably because they know how much I like you...uh, because we've known each other since..." He trailed off, blushing fiercely.

Shocked, Aelin looked up at him, her thoughts going a mile a minute. "You...me...what?" She shook her head. "I'm going insane. I need a minute--five minutes--I--" Abruptly, she hurried towards the stairs, only managing to get two steps up before Rowan's hand closed gently around her wrist.

"Hey." He stabilized her, his voice as grounding as it had been since they were little kids going to their parents' party for the first time. "I'm sorry, Ae, I didn't mean to scare you."

She turned around. "You didn't scare me, Rowan. You just...you said you like me?"

"I like you, Aelin." Warmth and a smidge of uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "But if you--"

"Stop that right now," she chided softly. "I thought I was always going to like you from the shadows, Ro. I've had a crush on you since we were kids."

It was his turn for stunned silence. "I should have said something years ago," he finally said, chuckling in disbelief. "I guess--"

"MISTLETOE!" Elide all but shrieked, completely shattering the mood. She--and everyone else, good grief--were suddenly piled into the walkway between the foyer and the living room, eagerly watching the couple on the stairs.

Aelin felt her face heat up, and she was on the verge of running upstairs to hide from everyone. Rowan was blushing again, even as he threw a glare that screamed "Traitor!" at Lorcan, who was smirking.

"Looks like you're together under the mistletoe, Ae," Elide repeated, beaming so wide Aelin almost thought her cheeks would split. "You know what that means!"

"That someone set us up?" Aelin asked, suddenly wondering how convenient it was that she and Rowan had had that moment together on the stairs.

Elide shrugged, her eyes bright. "There's universal rules of mistletoe, Aelin, and you're gonna have to follow them."

"We knew it!" Fenrys blurted, unable to control the secret. "Why else would we have gone into the living room as soon as we got here?"

"Fenrys!" came a collective groan.

"We shouldn't have told him," Lorcan half-mumbled, shaking his head but grinning. "Boyo has a bigger mouth than anyone I know."

"I know they're our friends," Aelin whispered to Rowan, grinning, "but I kind of want to kick them all out of my house right now." She looped her arms around his neck. "I want you all to myself."

"Me too, but we can hardly ignore the mistletoe rules." He gave her a secret, quietly joyful little smile. "Can I?"

"Please do." She tipped her head up and met his lips, his kiss soft and sweet and lingering. Completely perfect.

They only separated at the cheers and whoops of their friends, and they came into the party hand in hand, laughing, and hardly left each other's sides all night long, because sometimes, it took the quiet scheming of dear friends to get the couple who was quietly in love with each other to admit it.

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luxiedrawsshit42 · 1 year

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You guys have never met the Averdales (Sahana, Aletri, and Julius), but know that they're the children of some of the most fucked up and chaotic silly OCs I have :3 so it only stands to reason that they would also be a lil chaotic and fucked up. Anyway, these are some old All Out Attack finishers from my Persona 5 AU where I rewrite Persona to make it gay and better because Atlus can't stop me