#aure informs

[aures-fantasy-nook]

HP UPDATE

Hello fantasy enjoyers! there are many of u here and a lot of u are from my harry potter stuff! as i have gotten older i think im going to change some of my harry potter requests!

I am only going to be writing for adult characters! so remus, sirius, george, fred, oliver, snape, etc.

Characters that have grown up over the series is fine, I just feel more comfortable writing for characters i commonly see as adults or think of as adults!

Feel free to request things based off of this (or ask questions if u want)!

#aure informs #yippie #i want requests tho if people wanna send some

[arcxnumvitae]

His "Iomhar is doing something that will make him sigh again" senses are tingling.

#{Dash Commentary #feraecor #that's a near everyday occurrence though #And the way Aur would indeed sigh if he knew that Iomhar was trying to set up an a.ce-spectrum informational chat with Sivel's daughter #I for one think it's hilarious

[iloveyouitisruiningmylife]

SICK LEAVE TOMORROW IM SO HAPPY

#there's like this rule ki u can take one paid leave in a month #and oct ki i haven't taken so why should i waste it so ill take it tom #and like if you're planning in advance to take a leave you have to inform the hr #but like there's this running joke ki we have a whatsapp group na with sir and all #so usme you can take a leave by saying 'i will not be able to come today due to ill health' 'i am unable to come today as im not feeling #well' #so like heh ill text that kal🤭 #i told my friend there that senior ki we were saying bye i was like parso milte hai na #kal mein nahi aane wali kyunki ill health hogi meri #so she was laughing said ooh bimar hone wali ho ok davai time se le lena dhyan rakhna #itna funny aur sweet tha hayeee

[cloudcountry]

Aur naur requests are open!

Can I request Vil,Leona and Azul (separate) with a fem!reader s/o reading a horror novel and they ask what she's reading and she explains in great detail the terrifying disturbing things in the novel. I'm reading the novel Misery and I'd recommend it. It's a great horror novel!

SUMMARY: Their S/O describes something morbid from a book they're reading.

WARNINGS: Death (Azul, Vil.) Torture (Vil.) and Murder (Azul.)

COMMENTS: i pulled out my own horror novels for this (and some really freaky history shit. i'm going to talk about the bloody countess btw)

ALSO IF YOU CATCH WHAT IM REFERENCING IN LEONA'S I LOVE YOU

i took vil's in a different direction because i was inspired so yeah

When Leona asked you what you were reading, he didn’t expect you to absolutely light up. You scoot close to him and place the book on his thigh, and Leona decides to humor you even if he was trying to nap.

“One of the characters is running for their life right now.” you say, giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world, “There’s this creature that he’s hallucinating due to a goopy thing that got injected into him on a bridge—no I’m not going to explain so don’t ask—and it leaves goopy footprints everywhere. It goes from just standing there to running after him and when he looks back there are handprints on the ground too. It’s so creepy to think of something bounding after him that he can’t even see!”

Leona pauses to soak in the information you just dumped on him before groaning. If that’s what you’re into, he’s not going to judge. Just as long as you stop giggling so he can sleep.

When Azul asks you what you’re reading, it’s a simple attempt at small talk. He rests his arm on the booth you’re sitting at and leans over your shoulder, curious.

“This is a good part,” you beam, scooting over in the booth so he can sit down, “This guy just got killed and his corpse is all bloated. It’s like water has been forced under his skin and filled up his lungs as he gargled for mercy...his mouth is still open and everything too, and it's like his jaw has been stretched by all his screaming. His limbs are all twisted up and his eyes are rolled back and oh, don’t worry about it!! He was shitty and I hated him. He deserved it!”

Azul blinks, slowly processing everything you just told him. Ah, so that’s what you like to read. Very interesting, however morbid it may be. Perhaps you should talk to Jade, no? He would find this just as fascinating as you.

When Vil asks you what you’re reading, he does it as a way to start a conversation with you. You seem very intrigued by what you’re reading, scribbling down notes on a separate sheet of paper.

“It’s a biography on the Queen of Hearts.” you explain, not looking up from your paper, “I read a lot of novels about women who killed back in my world, so I wanted to compare her to them since she executed her citizens without much consideration for their lives. See, the Bloody Countess is one of the more notable ones, torturing her servant girls by pouring honey on their bodies and letting bugs bite them in the spring. In the winter, she would pour cold water on their bodies and watch them freeze. She would also jam sharp objects under their nails and—”

Vil nods along to what you’re saying, intrigued by your train of thought. He obviously isn’t aware of what your world holds, so hearing about it in relation to his world is fascinating.

#auburn's requests <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disney twst x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar fluff #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto fluff #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit fluff #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit

[katyswrites]

don't call me 'baby'

PART 2 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Sugardaddy!Steve, swearing, alcohol use, smoking, references to vomit/drinking too much, age gap

Wordcount: 4.4k

A sugar daddy modern AU, a whirlwind summer romance in Italy, and two people from completely different walks of life, somehow finding each other in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. But, what will happen when summer ends?

PART 2 | is it chill that you're in my head?

The next few weeks passed in a blur. With the semester officially wrapped, you threw yourself into working - early morning shifts at the coffee shop, then weekend nights Enoteca Bruni, slinging cocktails and lighting cigars, smiling prettily for high-end customers and their massive wallets. Fridays were the worst - working a double, swapping out your apron for a cocktail dress as you went from one job to the other, often fixing your hair and doing your makeup on the bus ride in between. 

It had been a bit of a culture shock, moving out to Rome. You had never envisioned moving abroad, but the offer had come from AUR with a great scholarship; it involved getting the Hell out of your parents’ house, working towards a degree, and starting a new life in Rome. Not knowing the language had been the hardest - you had spent nearly your entire first year enrolled in Italian classes, taking time to read newspapers, watch local television, and do everything you could to immerse yourself in the language. It wasn’t second-nature, exactly, but you found yourself switching from English to Italian easily now, thankfully. It was probably what landed you the job at Enoteca - they usually only took people with more restaurant experience (or the prettiest, you would later realize). But, an American girl, who spoke fluent Italian? It had made you invaluable, considering how many business executives and high-profile people from around the world dined there. 

That was probably why the experience a few weeks ago hadn’t shaken you all too much; you had become used to groups like that, men who were used to getting what they wanted, whenever they wanted. Still, when you allowed your mind to wander, or you had a moment or two to rest, you found yourself thinking of Steve Harrington.

It was rarely on purpose - the vision of the man encroached on your mind when you least expected, sticking and seeping through your brain like syrup. You had felt guilty about the money, initially - while some kind (and usually American) customers tipped, it wasn’t common on this side of the world. And, moreover, it had been far more than what was anywhere near reasonable, no matter how expensive their bill ended up being. Was he hitting on you? That wouldn’t have been the first time - plenty of pushy, or downright pervy customers had insisted on tipping you, slipping you a phone number with the cash. But, he hadn’t done that - there wasn’t any contact information, not even a return address. And, he didn’t seem like that - he could’ve made more of a move on you that night in the car, if he really wanted. It was confusing, more than anything - no matter how you had tried to rationalize it, the generous gesture was simply bizarre. That was probably why you found yourself thinking of him on occasion - why else would you be?

It was the last weekend of May, when it happened. If you had been back in the States, you supposed it would’ve been a long holiday weekend, thanks to Memorial Day. But here, it was just another Friday night. And, a rare blessing - you actually had the night off. Well, you had arranged for the night off. It had been a terrible week, beyond exhausting. When you had come home, last night, Robin had taken one look at you, and shook her head.

“No,” she said firmly.

“Huh?” you asked, plopping down in a kitchen chair.

“You need to take a night off, you’re miserable,” she said, sitting herself across from you.

“I need to work,” you explained. “In case you forgot, we need to pay rent.”

“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “But, you know… last I checked, a certain richy-rich business bro took care of that -”

“That cash is only gonna last so long, Robs.”

“Don’t you get it? That was his way of telling you to take a break - they love you at the restaurant. You never miss, just call out - and then we can go out tomorrow, and actually have fun, for once.”

You opened your mouth to protest, then stopped yourself - you carefully considered what your friend was proposing. The two of you rarely took time to have fun anymore - Robin once joked that you were both old ladies already, working all day and tucked in bed early most nights. You and her were often rolling coins for groceries, and you had treated yourselves to an actual sitdown dinner next week thanks to Steve’s money - it had felt extravagant, but nice. 

Buy yourself something nice, Steve’s note had said.

“Yeah, okay,” you conceded. “Let’s go out tomorrow, yeah?”

That was how you found yourself out that night, stuffed into your favorite jeans and flashy top, face made-up and six drinks deep at some nightclub, one of Robin’s favorite haunts from college. The air was hazy, the music loud, and you found yourself letting go, as best as you could.

Robin made her way through the crowd to you, shots in-hand, despite your earlier protests.

“Robs - no -”

“C’mon, live a little!” she shouted. “And don’t worry, it’s not tequila - I know how you get with tequila.”

You rolled your eyes, toasting her as you downed the shot, the liquor burning your tongue and throat as it went down. Robin grinned, pressing herself close to you as she asked, “Are ya having fun?”

You nodded, smiling. 

“Yeah, actually - I am,” you admitted. “But - I’ve got to get some air,” you said, pulling your pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and waving them.

Robin groaned.

“Those’ll kill you, you know,” she shouted as you headed for the door.

“We can only hope!” you sent back playfully over your shoulder.

You made your way through sweaty bodies and dodged the splashes of drinks, forcing your way out into the cooler night. 

The summer was in its infancy, the evenings still cool enough to raise goosebumps on the skin, to remind you that spring wasn’t quite done yet. It was a welcome change, the bar inside nearly suffocating with the pure volume of people. And more importantly, outside, it’s quiet. Yes, it’s still a city, the din of cars and motorbikes combining with the sounds of music and laughter from bars and restaurants, the cacophony of nightlife still a relief from what you just came from inside.

A few other smokers hung around you, alone and in groups, chatting and flicking ash onto the pavement. You leaned against the brick wall of the building, sighing and inhaling deeply. You let the night air fill your lungs, your head a bit fuzzy from the alcohol coursing through you. 

You fish a cigarette out of the carton, placing it between your lips before reaching into your pocket for a lighter - oh, no.

Your lighter was still in your purse. Because, you almost always have your purse, but because you were going out, you had just stuck some cash and your ID in the back of your phone, and left. Christ, you were out of practice. You slumped, and glanced around, only to realize a lot of people had headed back inside. You spotted a woman about ten feet away, exhaling smoke. You debated walking over and asking for a light - she probably wouldn’t have a problem with that, and she was probably done soon -

“Need a light?” a voice asked.

A godsend.

You turned to where it was coming from, and froze in place.

There he was, standing just a few feet from you. Steve wore a warm smirk and a fitted t-shirt and jeans, nearly unrecognizable from the man in the suit you had met a few weeks ago. His hair was still done immaculately, but he stood casually, hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. In the dim streetlights, he could’ve been a stranger, just a boy on the sidewalk with a kind offer and a smile. Still, he wore nice loafers and a flashy watch, and though you didn’t know much about clothes, you imagine they cost more than most of your closet combined.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, unable to believe your luck. And, it doesn’t escape you, the irony of the reversed roles, of you being stuck for a light out in the night.

“If you’ve got one,” you replied, feigning a casual air.

“Well, I think I owe you the favor,” he said, reaching into his pocket until he produced a lighter. He held it up, and you leaned in close, letting him flick it on and light the cigarette until the end was a hot amber. You took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs and exhaling, immediately relaxing.

You didn’t take your eyes off of the man next to you, still as boyishly handsome as you remembered. He was visibly more relaxed than the last time you saw him, and you couldn’t help but wonder… was he here alone?

“Thanks,” you said, pressing your foot into the wall to balance yourself. 

“Of course,” he replied, pulling his own cigarette out and placing it in his mouth. Still hand-rolled, you noted.

“Not just for that,” you said, measuring your words carefully. “For… for the other thing, too.”

He didn’t respond, at first. He just stared straight ahead, blowing smoke out into the night air.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, kicking at the ground with his toe.

“No, I should - I mean, that was… it was really generous. And, you really shouldn’t have.”

He looked at you then, face soft as he smiled.

“Yes, I should’ve. Because I wanted to. Did you do what I asked?”

You paused, confused. “What?”

“Did you buy yourself something nice?”

You suddenly felt your face heat, and it took you a moment to find the words.

“I - well, sort of. I mean, to be honest, I used a lot of it to pay this month’s rent. But…I took my roommate out to a nice dinner. And, there’s still a bit left, so I guess we’re using it now, for drinks and stuff tonight.”

He perked up at that, and smiled a little wider.

“Good,” he said. “I mean, I’m glad you were able to treat yourself.”

“It let me take the night off, for once,” you admitted.

“How many nights do you work there?” he asked curiously.

“Well, only four - Thursday through Sunday. But, I work 5 days a week at a coffee shop - you know Caffè Tazza, on Via Pave?”

He furrowed his brow, then nodded slowly.

“I think I’ve passed it on my way to work, yeah - not sure I’ve ever gone in.”

“Yeah, well, I work there. Enteco is just a side gig - it pays better. Well, slightly.”

You stopped yourself, then, suddenly feeling small - it hadn’t escaped you that the money Steve had sent you was probably a drop in the bucket, a negligible amount for him. You couldn’t even imagine what his bank account looked like, but from what little you knew about him, you knew it would probably make you fall to your knees. 

“But, it doesn’t matter - I needed a break, I don’t go out much, so here I am.”

He just nodded again, taking another drag. 

“Are you here with anyone?” he asked.

You nodded, glancing at the door behind you.

“Yeah - my roommate, Robin… you?”

You asked it carefully, glancing at him briefly. He turned to look at you again, and you could tell he was fighting a smile.

“No,” he said. “I’m here alone.”

You don’t know what it was - it was probably a mix of the alcohol, a long week, the buzz of the late night air, or the fact that both of you had subconsciously inched yourselves closer to each other during the last few minutes - you could feel the heat radiating off of him, hear his shallow breaths. But, you felt bold, bolder than usual.

“Did you plan on keeping it that way?” you asked quietly.

His eyes widened, and you saw him visibly freeze at your words.

“Not necessarily,” he admitted, voice soft and low.

Then, you pushed yourself up on your toes, and pulled him by the collar of his t-shirt, bringing his lips down to yours.

He tensed for a moment under your touch, then relaxed, leaning into the kiss. His lips moved with yours, softer than you had imagined. He tasted like cigarettes and scotch, and smells like cologne, the good kind. Your cigarette fell from your fingers and somewhere into the pavement, freeing your hand to snake up and press gently at the nape of his neck.

It was a bit messy, and not too sophisticated - if you had to guess, he was probably a bit drunk too, though maybe not as much as you. But you were kissing Steve Harrington, a man who was still practically a stranger, and he was kissing you back. And God, he was a good kisser. He pulled you closer, pressing his hands to the small of your back as you breathed into his mouth. And, for just a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the whole city.

Perhaps it was a few seconds or an hour - most likely, it was somewhere in between. But eventually, you both pulled away for air, chests heaving, hearts racing.

He was looking at you through the dim streetlight, eyes wide. There was something there in his face - surprise, yes, but something else too… fondness? Excitement? 

“I,” you started, “um -”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling under his breath.

A moment passed, and suddenly, there was an air of awkwardness that settled between you both. Did you misread that? Did he want you to kiss him? Well, he had kissed you back… but would he do it again?

He opened his mouth and took a step toward you to say something, but then you heard a familiar voice come from behind you, calling your name. You turn around, confused.

“I - Robin?”

Your friend stumbled out of the bar’s entrance, hand pressed to her forehead.

“Hey - I… I think I drank too much,” she slurred, making her way toward you.

“You don’t say?” you laughed, reaching out for her outstretched hand. She took it, face screwed up in pain as she squinted in the light illuminating the sidewalk.

“I think - hey, whose this?” she asked, standing up a bit straighter with a renewed interest.

You glanced back at Steve, who had taken a few steps back, his hands shoved into his pockets. He offered a small smile.

“Oh, um - this is, uh -”

“I’m Steve,” he finished, meeting Robin’s eyes over your shoulder. “Nice to meet you.”

“Steve? Who -” then, her eyes widened, and a cheeky grin spread on her face.

“Oh - Steve. Like, Steve Steve?”

You felt your face heat, and pointedly ignored the way Steve’s eyes were burning into the back of your head.

“Um, yeah - it was totally random, but we ran into each other out here and… we were… catching up.”

“Right,” Robin said, looking at you knowingly. “Nice to meet ya,” she said, casting her eyes to where Steve stood behind you.

Steve nodded, fighting a grin as he looked at the pair of you.

“Um, Robin is my roommate,” you explained to him. “But, from the looks of it… it looks like we need to get home. I’ll call us a taxi, yeah?”

“Can’t,” Robin groaned, leaning into your side. “I’m gonna throw up in it.”

You sighed, pinching your temples.

“Yeah, okay, well - if you do that, it’ll be like, hundreds of Euros, so… maybe you’ve just gotta make yourself vomit first, get it out of the way -”

Robin groaned into your shoulder at the thought, and you sighed again. It was then that Steve spoke up.

“Well, I can call my car to take you ladies home… if you want.”

You felt your face flush with embarrassment again, casting your eyes between Steve and Robin, hesitant.

“Oh, no - we couldn’t possibly ask -”

“You didn’t ask,” Steve said simply. “I offered. I insist, actually - I want you two to get home safely.”

You felt Robin lean further into you, and thought for a moment about your options - the last thing you needed was to rack up a fee and piss off a taxi driver.

“Well - I don’t want her to vomit in your car, either -”

Steve shook his head, waving you off.

“Please - don’t worry about that. There’s a garbage can and bags in the back, so she can use that. But, worst-case, I can send it to be cleaned after. I promise, it’s fine.”

You met his eyes, and all you saw was sincerity - he was being genuine, from what you could tell. Right then, you decided to surrender.

“I - yeah, okay. That’d be really great, if you could.”

He nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket and making a quick phone call. You did your best to straighten Robin up, but she just clung to you, swaying on her feet. Great.

“My driver will be here in a few minutes,” Steve said. “So, no worries - I gave him your address for a stop on the way home.”

“You remember my address?”

He shrugged, and stared straight at the ground. If you didn’t know any better, you could swear he was blushing. 

“Well - yes. I mean, I had to send you the letter not too long ago… write it out, all that.”

“Right,” you said, opting to stare out ahead at the street. A few passersby stumbled past you, in various stages of drunk and cheery, mopeds and cars speeding down the cobblestone streets.

“Thank you,” you added, just a bit more softly. “I - you really didn’t have to do this.”

You knew how this probably looked - two drunk girls, hardly adults, partying too hard and threatening to throw up in the street. You suddenly became self-conscious of your tight ripped jeans, your cropped top, the fact that you were probably just a bit too drunk and sweaty. You were an idiot for thinking he was flirting with you - he was just being nice.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I was getting ready to go home soon, anyway. If you don’t mind me riding along, that is.”

You chuckled. “If I mind? It’s your car - of course you can come along -”

“Yeah, okay,” he said swiftly. “I just didn’t want to make you or your friend uncomfortable - Robin, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah - though, I don’t think she even knows where she is right now, so you’re in the clear.”

That earned a laugh from him - a real one. You hadn’t even thought it was that funny, but he acted as if it was the best joke he’d ever heard. You felt pride surge within you, and immediately pushed it down - that can’t happen, not right now.

The car arrived a few minutes later, and the drive home was mostly silent - Robin cradled a small garbage can, likely only meant for small debris like tissues, gum, water bottles - it only made your humiliation sink in further, feeling like a fool for even being in this situation. If Steve minded, he gave no indication - he sat up front with his driver, the same man from the other night. You sat in the back with Robin, keeping an eye on her in case the worst happened. By some miracle, it didn’t; she kept it down the whole ride, only occasionally groaning when the car went over a bump.

When you pulled up to your apartment, you felt a sense of deja vu - the same place, same time of night, with similar company. And, knowing how tonight went, it would probably be the last time.

After you had assured that Robin was out of the car and able to hold herself up on the sidewalk, you turned back to see that Steve had lowered the passenger window. He smiled as he looked up at you, and you once again realized just how handsome he really was. It was ridiculous, really.

“Um - thank you. Seriously - this was a huge help.”

“Of course,” he replied, leaning out of the window slightly. “Just make sure she’s okay, yeah?”

You glanced back at where Robin was sitting on your building’s doorstep, holding her head in her hands.

“I will - she’s going to be paying for it in the morning though.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he laughed, shaking his head.

You stood there for a moment, just looking at one another - the night was quieter here, just on the outskirts of the main part of the city. The silence was thick and heavy, and million unanswered questions between you two - perhaps they would never be answered.

“Right, well - I’m going to go in, I guess. I’ve got a shift tomorrow afternoon, anyways.”

“Yeah, okay - well, goodnight,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, Steve Harrington,” you whispered.

When you watched as the car peeled from the sidewalk and drove away, you couldn’t help but feel empty - you loved Robin to death, but she was going to pay for this, you decided. That thought really only lasted a moment - she didn’t actually do anything wrong, and she had taken care of you while you were drunk and stupid more times than you could count. Besides, it wasn’t like anything more was going to happen with Steve. You knew this for one reason - upon further examination, that look he had given you after the kiss… it wasn’t surprise, excitement, or any of the above. No - it was fear.

Still, that night, after Robin was put to bed with ibuprofen and a glass of water, you stared at your ceiling and thought of Steve. You thought of the way his voice sounded when it got low, the way he smelled when he was close enough, the way his lips tasted - and you didn’t sleep well at all, dwelling on what could have been.

*****

“Okay! Un caffè e due cappuccini!” you called out, placing the cups and saucers on the counter. The customers came up and grabbed them, knocking the coffees back and heading out, leaving a few coins behind. You were constantly on the move, Caffè Tazza beyond busy thanks to it being a Saturday. It had always fascinated you, how Italians took their coffee; your previous experience at Starbucks back in the States had proved nearly useless, considering that “to-go” coffee hardly existed here. Normally, you didn’t mind how fast-paced it was. But normally, you weren’t hungover. 

You had been in far better shape than Robin this morning, who could hardly get out of bed. Initially, you had actually felt fine. But, after a few hours on your feet, a headache was setting in, and you had a feeling it was here to stay.

The line of customers was long enough that you hardly paid any mind to who was coming in, set of pouring coffee and steaming milk, taking used espresso cups to wash in the back. That was why you didn’t see him come in, or hear him place his order at the register. No, it wasn’t until you were putting the small cup of espresso on the counter that you saw him, face-to-face.

“I - Steve?” you cried, startled. 

You thought maybe it was a dream, and you were actually still in the middle of your fitful sleep from last night. But he was there, clear as day, sporting a white button-up with sunglasses pushed on top of his head.

“Hey there,” he said, flashing a smile.

“What - what’re you doing here?”

He glanced briefly around the coffee shop, shrugging.

“You know - I was in the neighborhood.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. 

“You were in the neighborhood?”

He just took the coffee off of the counter and knocked it back, grinning as he returned the empty cup. You tried not to look at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, or the freckles dotting his neck, but it was nearly impossible, given how close he was, how he -

“You caught me,” he admitted. “You told me last night how you worked here… and that you had a shift today… so I figured I’d swing by.”

You felt your stomach flip, because he actually remembered, and came to see you. You gulped, shoving your hands in the pockets of your apron.

“You… you came here to see me?”

It was then that his smile faltered a bit, and he nodded. He was shifting on his feet, not exactly meeting your eye - whatever confidence and charm he had been exuding when he had arrived was quickly fading. In fact, he looked close to terrified, even though he was the one who came here.

“I - yeah, I did. I was just thinking a lot, after last night… about you, and how you - well, when do you get off? Or, have a break?”

You cocked an eyebrow, cautiously curious. Was he going to ask you out? Or, more importantly, would you say yes if he did?

“Um, I have a lunch break in a bit… and then I get off at 6. Why?”

He bit his lip, shifting on his feet again.

“Right, okay - do you want to meet here, after you get off?”

You felt your stomach turn again, bubbling a bit. Still, you tried not to get your hopes up, and measured your response carefully.

“Sure… can I ask why? Like, are you asking me out, or what?”

You said it bluntly, because the last thing you want is a guessing game right now. He gulped at that, and shook his head. You felt your heart sink just a bit, and immediately cursed yourself inwardly.

“Well, no, not exactly - but I do have something I want to talk to you about. Something that I think can help both of us, if you’re interested.”

Before you could ask anything else, he was nodding curtly, and out the door. Then it was just you, a line of customers, and what would probably be the longest 4 hours of your life.

What the Hell does he want to talk about? you wondered.

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[srbachchan]

DAY 5496

Jalsa, Mumbai                Mar 4/5,  2023               Sat/Sun 8:53 AM

🪔 .. March 05 .. birthday wishes to Ef Satish Kumar Paig from Kochi .. 

And the greetings of togetherness to Ef Suresh Jumani and his better half Tanya from Chennai for their 24th wedding anniversary .. 💍💕

..

the wishes do come and go from the family now known often as the Ef ..

And it needs to be told .. not be held .. 

In Hyderabad at the shoot for Project K, during an action shot, I have got injured .. rib cartilage popped broke and muscle tear to the right rib cage .. canceled shoot .. did Doctor consult and scan by CT at the AIG Hospital in Hyderabad and flown back home .. strapping has been done and rest been advocated .. yes painful .. on movement and breathing .. will take some weeks they say before some normalisation will occur .. some medication is on also for pain .. 

So all work that was to be done has been suspended and canceled dropped postponed for the moment until healing occurs ..

I rest at Jalsa and am mobile a bit for all the essential activities .. but yes in rest and generally lying around ..

It shall be difficult or let me say .. I shall be unable to meet, the well wishers at Jalsa Gate this evening .. so do not come .. and do inform as much as you can to those that intend coming ..

All else is well .. 

Getting time to spend time with Babuji and his genius, his mind his words and his immense creativity .. the essence of life resides in his writings .. and such a learning and amazed joy to be in his company ..

There is desire to share .. to share what ever little that I may interpret from his words and his memories of the times spent with him .. to lament the limited .. to be in awe of the vision and the intellect of such a being .. and wonder how ever did one think of all that was written spoken thought by him ..

HOW ..

... and a book of a collection of some of the letters he corresponded with certain individuals finds me leafing through them to meet the mind of Babuji and one such :

Apne vatavaran se koi nirapeksh nahin reh sakta  . Har pankaj mein pank ka kuch na kuch ansh rehta hai  - pankaj ko keechad lapetne ki zaroorat nahin . Kuch lapet te hain ye aur baat hai . Aap kehte hain videsh mantralay ka vatavaran ya dilli ka vatavaran aapki kavita mein nahin aaya . Itna asamprikt rehna kisi ke liye sambhav nahin . Vo kisis na kisi roop mein aaya hi hoga . aisi sadhana mujhmein aa gai hai ki kamalvatt keechad ke oopar rahoon to meri aplabhdhi  bahut choti nahin hai  .

You cannot be dispassionate or indifferent to your environment. In every lotus ( Pankaj – the one that blooms in sludge and slime viz. the lotus ) a bit of the sludge always remains – it is not essential for the lotus to wrap itself in sludge . Some do it, but that is a different matter . You say that ‘the atmosphere or the environment of the Foreign Affairs Ministry or that of Delhi has not been reflected in your poetry’ . To be so untouched for anyone is not possible . It does appear in some form or the other . I have now achieved such meditative accomplishment that remaining above the sludge and mud of the lotus is no small cognitive accomplishment for me .

.. you may wonder about the Foreign Ministry .. and Delhi in reference .. 

Babuji was the lecturer in the English Department of the prestigious Allahabad University .. he did his PhD in English literature from Cambridge in 1954 .. went in 1952 and within 2 years finished his PhD which normally takes 4 years .. his dissertation was ‘W B Yeats and Occultism’  ..

WB Yeats ..  the accomplished and famed Irish poet, who had a passion for the occult, particularly that which emanated from India ..

When Babuji returned after this achievement, a rare PhD, perhaps the very first Indian to have got a PhD from Cambridge in English Literature, he was not given the recognition he so deserved from the University. In fact they actually reduced his salary. This was very upsetting for Babuji and he resigned from Allahabad University, joined the AIR, the All India Radio as a Producer, until eventually he was called by Pt Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of Independent India to the Foreign Ministry, now known as the External Affairs Ministry, then headed by Panditji , to be the OSD, Officer on Special Duty in the Hindi Department, in New Delhi . 

Such learnings are indeed most rare .. and to have time now, as always, to be in the midst of all the incredible writings, is a god send .. I am blessed  .. and to be able to share some of this with all is a duty .. 

I feel your presence at the Jalsa gate .. but shall be unable to show the face ..

Apologies ..

love .. ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[intellectual6666]

Our economics teacher informed us that she will take a test tomorrow of 7 freaking chapters !!!!! She will take test of each and every thing done till today. And I just studied for 2 hours. Baki ka kal dekha jayega,aj mujhse aur nahi hota...

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[that--unusual-person]

Hi so I saw that one anon who talked about shaking Starscream in a jar and feeding him cucumbers and couldn't agree more. Your art is so crunchy and reminds me oddly of an old journal discovered in an apocalyptic world that contains the Big Information TM. Your style is incredible and I'm highly inspired by it. It feeds directly into my little monkey brain love of dire situations like in Subnautica, HZD/FW, or the trailers for TFR. Just incredible and I always look forward to seeing more of your concept sketches and whatnot. As for the initial thing I said about putting Starscream in a jar and feeding him cucumbers- I want to put him in a rectangular glass container and give him crackers, cheese, cucumber, and ghost pepper and see what happens. Can he even taste spice? Can Cybertronians taste the agony of 1 million Scoville Heat Units? If he doesn't like peas I'm going to make him play Subnautica on the hardest difficulty. Then I'm going to shove him in a room full of blankets and force him to become a burrito. I also want to give Shockwave a playlist of insane youtubers doing stupid shit (micheal reeves, styropyro, nile red, electroBOOM) and lock him in a room with a bunch of microwaves and tools to see what happens. Will he be able to make a weapon of mass destruction out of microwaves? probably. Soundwave,, aur I want to put him in the same situation as Starscream but also I want to shove him into a pit of cat stuffed animals. Just a room full of a bunch of cat stuffed animals. Then make him listen to the wii theme for 10 hours interrupted by the occasional vine boom. Whirl Needs to punt carrots. If you read all of this I question your sanity and wish you have a lovely day/night ^^ - Cosmic anon too shy to use account

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[thakurjisworld]

Pyasi reader Aliya Khan ki pakiza chut

Namaste dosto me app sab ka AKSHAY THAKUR (THAKURJI) ek nayi story leke aya hu.

Meri kahaniya padh ke ek pyasi pakiza reader Aliya Khan ne muje message kiya aur hamari baate hone lagi. Shuru me sabhi aurte ghabrai hoti hai to wo chijen khul ke nahi bolti, par wakt ke sath use bharosa hone laga aur uske ander ki pyasi aurat ko wo daba na saki. Kuch hi dino bad sexting aur role play shuru hua aur wo jab wakt mile apna pani nikalne mujse baat karne lagi.

Me kisi se bhi photo ya personal details nahi mangta taki hum apni dark fantasy share kar sake. Aliya khan bhi apni dark fantasy share karne lagi aur hum uspe role-play aur sexting karte the. Use uske dosto ne bola tha ke katvo se jyada chamdidar land lene me maja ata hai aur wahi uski fantasy thi.

Age badne se pehle me me Aliya Khan ke bare me bata du. Uski information me uski permission se share kar raha hu.

Name: Aliya khan

Age: 24

Married (4 years)

34D-28-36

Rang Gora

Golakar khubsarat bedag chehra

Nashili akhe

Ek do saal ke bacche ki maa hai aur sahi jagah se phuli hui hai.

Housewife hone ke karan aur hamesha parda karne ke karan uski khubasurti aur jawani barkarar hai.

To Aliya shadi ke baad apne pati ke sath Aligarh shift hui thi. Pehele gaon me kade pehre me BA ki padhai puri ki par kabhi koi ajadi nahi thi to apne arman dabaye rakhi thi. Aligarh ane ke baad ek baccha hua aur jab wo ek saal ka hua tha tabhi uske pati ki Varanasi transfer hui. Abhi pati baas mahine me ek baar ata tha to use man chahi ajadi mil gayi. Usne ek 32 saal ka mard pata to liya par wo bhi hafte me ek baar hi uske paas ata tha.

Usse baat karte karte me samaj gaya is Aliya ek submissive aurat hai aur fir pyasi mulli Aliya ko humiliate karke role-play aur sexting karne laga to wo bhi bohot acche se saat dene lagi. Ek acchi obedient chinal ke jaise mera har kaha manti thi

Mere ek karibi dost ki shadi Agra me thi ye baat jab mene Aliya ko batayi to usne muje Aligarh ake apni chinal hui Aliya khan ko chodne ka niyota de diya.

Aliya ne bas ek shart rakhi thi wo muje apne ghar ka pata nahi degi balki ghar ke paas ek jaga milne bulaigi agar use yakeen hua jaise mene kaha hai waisa hi me hu to fir ghar pe ane degi. Mere liye bhi yahi sahi tha.

To dost ki shadi ke baad mene ek din late ki flight kara di aur use bol ke ek self drive car ka bhi bandobast kar liya. Dost ki shadi ke baad me shaam ko Aligarh ke liye nikla. Aur tay jaga pe pahucha. Hum ek hotel me milne wale the waha jate hi mene use message kiya to usne muje waha Biryani or kabab order karne ko kaha. Waha pe bohot sari aurte burkhe me thi. abhi muje pata nahi Aliya ayegi bhi ya nahi kyuki usne muje ek ghanta intajar karaya tha.

Mera khana ho gaya aur me nikalne wala tha tabhi muje uska message aya usne muje ek gali ka address bheja tha. Me uss jaga gaya to ek ghar ka pichla darwaja khula aur ek Burkha aur hijab bandhe aurat muje ander ane ka ishara kar rahi thi. Me ander gaya aur usne darwaja laga diya.

Darwaja band kar Aliya palti aur boli

Aliya: aaiye Thakurji aap hi ka ghar samajiye ise.

Uski awaj bohot mithi aur komal thi jo mene phone pe to suni thi par samne sunke aur pyari lag rahi thi

Thakurji: aur tuje?

Aliya : me to apki chinal Aliya khan pehle se apki hu.

Thakurji: bohot der intajar karaya hai tune Aliya

Aliya : meri mushkil bhi samjiye Thakurji ek anjan shaks ko apne ghar me lane se pehle muje bhi to tasalli karni padegi na

Thakurji: to ho gayi tasalli

Aliya: tabhi to apko ghar ke ander liya hai …abhi apki jo man marji kijiye

Thakurji: mere kahene ke anusar sab kuch kiya hai na?

Aliya: Ji thakurji parlour ja ka pura badan saaf karke ayi hu aur…

Thakurji: bas bas baki sab to me khud dekh lunga….abhi apna chehra to dikhao

Aliya khan ne hijab upar kiya to me dekhta reh gaya. Uska chand jaisa gora chehra aur hoto par laal lipstick. Mujse raha nahi gaya aur me ja ke sidha usse lipat gaya aur kiss karne laga.

Wo mera pura sath nahi de rahi thi. Thodi dari hui thi abhi bhi. Aur me janta tha kaise use uttejit karna hai. Mene kaske uske stan pakde aur masalne laga. Wo aahe bharne lagi aur mera pura sath dene lagi.

Uske gulabi otho se muje nasha chandne laga aur kase hue stan masalne se mere ander ka janwar jag gaya mene kuch na sochte hue uska burkha phad diya. Wo achank hui meri harkat se dar gayi par mene uska muuh apne muuh pe dabaye rakha aur wo meri jaban chusne lagi.

Jab uski sase shant hui to mene use apne se alag kar diya. Aur mere samne ka najara dekh ke dil khush ho gaya. Mere kehne anusar usne ander laal aur kale rang ki netted lingerie pehni thi aur niche kali heels. Uske gore badan pe ekdum sexy lag rahi thi.

Wo bhi phate hue burkhe me apne jisam ki numaish kar rahi thi. Mujse abhi control nahi hua mene uske stan pakad ke khich ke sofe ke pass le gaya aur sofe pe baith ke usko apni godh me khich liya. Aur uske badan ko maslne laga.

Uske badan ki khushbu se me aur uttejit ho raha tha aur apna control chod janwaro jaise uske badan ko chum raha tha, kaat raha tha, masal raha tha, aur Ragad raha tha.

Aliya: aahhaa haaiiiii… Thakurji aram se kijiiya me kaha bhage ja rahi hu

Thakurji: aram se karwana hai to apne pati ya yaar ko bula Thakurji karege to apni man marji se hi karege

Aliya: aahahaaa me kaha mana kar rahi hu aahahaaa ye Aliya khan apki chinal hai… ufff jo chahe kijiye

Thakurji: teri iss najuk mulayam chamdi pe abhi Thakurji ke nishan hoge

Aliya: ye badan apka hi hai Thakurji jo chahe kijiye …waise bhi pati do hafte baad ayega aur yaar ko mana kar dungi

Me uske stan jor jor se masal raha tha. Pure badan ko chum aur kaat raha tha. Uska bacha hua burkha bhi phad dala aur panty ke upar se uski chut pakad li wo bohot gili thi.

Thakurji: abhi chudi tak nahi aur itni gili ho gayi hai

Aliya: apke chumne se hi wo gili hona suru ho gayi Thakurji… aahaahaa apke asli mardana pakad se to wo behne lagi hai….haaaaiii..age kya hoga kya pata

Thakurji: to mera kaha manegi to tuje charam sukh milega chinal Aliya

Aliya: aapka har hukum manegi apki chinal Aliya Khan…aahhaaa apke kehne pe nayi bra panty aur ye heel layi hu…aaahaha haaiiii taki Thakurj ko khush kar saku…uuffff

Tabhi ander se bacche ke rone ki awaj ane lagi.

Aliya : Thakurji baccha jag gaya hai do min use sula ke ati hu

Mene use jane diya. Aur Aliya phate hue burkhe me heel pe aise thumkate hue ander bhagi. Uski 36 ke gand aise zhul rahi thi jaise muje niyota de rahi ho. Mene apne shirt aur pant utar diye aur underwear me ander chala gaya.

Aliya ka baccha bed ke paas palne me so raha tha aur wo use khade ho ke sehla rahi thi. Me ja ke uski chut me apni do ungliya ghused di aur fingering karne laga. Uske stan bohot jyada kadak the masalne me maja araha tha. Uspar uski siskiya aur uttejit kar rahi thi.

Aliya ne khud apna burkha nikal pheka. Abhi uska gora badan jo adha laal ho gaya tha sirf lingerie, heels aur hijab me tha.

Aliya: kaisi lagi apko apki mulli chinal thakurji

Thakurji: ekdum chuddakad maal hai tu chinal.

Jaise hi uska bacch so gaya wo palti aur mera land masalte hue boli

Aliya: wo raha mere shohar ka bistar usi par is pakiza chut ko apne is hatyar se napak kar do

Uske kehte se hi mene use bistar pe dhakel diya aur uski panty nikal pheki fir uske pair phaila ke chut chatne laga. Bohot saaf aur swadisht chut thi.

Aliya waha tilmila rahi thi. Me uske stan pakad ke masal masal ke use shant kar raha tha aur apni jaban uski chut me ander daal daal ke chus raha tha.

Kuch hi wakt me uska pani nikla aur wo shant ho gayi. Uska khatta meetha pani muje accha laga. Me ja ke uske baju me let gaya

Aliya: apki jaban ka jawab nahi Thakurji

Thakurji : chal chinal abhi teri bari hai

Aliya: jo hukum mere malik

Aisa bol ke aliya muje chumte hue niche jane lagi. Mene uski gardan pakad li. Aur use apne balo se bahri chati pe ragadte hue bagal ke tarf le gaya. Wo apni jaban se sab chat rahi thi. Fir bagal chatwane ke baad me niche le ja ke chod diya.

Usne pyar se meri underwear nikali aur mera jhato se bhara land uske muuh pe tan gaya. Wo meri jhate chatne lagi.

Thakurji: khas tere liye saaf nahi kiya hai jhate

Aliya : aap jante hai apki chinal ko aise hi pasand hai.

Fir wo land chatne lagi aur gotiya bhi. Mene use meri taraf dekhne bola. To wo pura land meri taraf dekh ke chusne lagi. Kya najara tha. Ek khubsurat badan ki malika sirf hijab, bra aur heels me apne pati ke bistar me ek gair mard ka land chus rahi hai.

Aliya: apka chamdidar land bohot kadak hai aur iska khatta swadh muje pasand aya.

Thakurji: aaj isi land se teri chut marni hai tere pati ke bistar pe.

Aliya fir land chusne lagi par pura land ander nahi le rahi thi sirf upar upar se chus rahi thi. To mene uska sir pakda aur khud land ander pelne laga. Wo akho se nahi ka ishara karne lagi par mene ek na suni aur abhi uska muuh chodne laga. Uske akhu me asu bhar aye par fir bhi wo meri taraf dekhti rahi.

Kuch wakt aise hipelne ke baad mujse raha nahi gaya aur me pura pani uske gale me utar diya. Uski akhe badi ho gayi par mene uska sir apne land pe dabaye rakha. Kuch wakt baad mene use choda to wo hafte hue sab kuch nigal gayi

Aliya: yaah allaah apne to mer jaan hi nikal di Thakurji

Thakurji: kaisa laga Thakurji ka land

Aliya: bohot swadisht meri saheliya theek kehti hai chamdidar land ka alag hi maja hai jo hamare katwo me nahi.

Thakurji: chal ise saaf kar aur apni chut ke liye tayar kar fir

Aliya bohot chav se fir land chatne aur chusne lagi. Mene uski bra utar di aur stan ajad kar diyaz mera land khada hone laga. Fir mene use niche bitha ke khada ho gaya aur land ko uske stano ke bich me ragadne laga.

Aliya: ye to bohot jaldi tayar ho raha hai Thakurji

Thakurji: tuj jaise mulli chinal ke liye hamare land hamesha tayar rehte hai.

Aliya apne dono stan daba ke mera land apne stano ke bich lene lagi.

Aliya: apki chinal kabse apka intajar kar rahi hai thakurji…aaj apne muje khijmat ka mauka diya hai…chod dijiya aaj apne iss bade chamdidar land se….meri chut betab ahi ise ander lene ke liye

Thakurji : to ja apne pati ke bistar me ja ke chudne ke liye tayar ho ja

Aliya uthi aur bistar pe ja ke let gayi apne pair faila ke. Me uske pairo ke bich me ja ke apna land uski chut pe ragadne laga

Aliya : bas kijiye thakurji abhi daal bhi dijiye apka chamdidar bada land meri pakiza chut me

Mene thoda ragadne ke baad uski gili chut me land phasa ke ek jordar jhatka de diya.

Aliya: haaiiiiiii alllaaaaahhhh aaahhaha

Mene ek aur jahtka de diya to wo muje dhakelne lagi. Uski garam chut mere land ko jakad rahi thi. Aur me abhi jordar dhakke marne laga

Aliay: haaiiii meri pakija chut phat jaigi aram se

Thakurji: chup mulli chinal teri iss kasi hui chut ki garmi nikal dunga aaj

Aur me jor jor se pelne laga aur uske gale aur stano ko chimne aur karne laga.

Aliya: yaahaaa allaaa haaaiiii ….Thakurji dhire aahaha dhireee kijiye ….me mar jaugi

Mene ek na suni aur jor jor se pelta gaya

Aliya: haaaahaaaa….ya allaaha muje maaf kar me is kafir ke land se wo sukun le rahi hu jo koi aur mard na de saka…aahahaaa

Aliya ye bolte hue rone lagi uske akho se asu ane lage. Kuch hi wakt me uska badan akad gaya aur muje kaske lipat gayi. Mene do teen jhatke damdar mare aur wo zad gayi. Fir me bhi thoda dhere pel raha tha aur uske kano me bola

Thakurji: ek bacche ki maa ho ke bhi itni kasi hui chut hai teri.

Aliya : ahhhaaaa koi thik se chode to aahaa dhili hogi aahaha….ssssss aap abhi tak nahi firag hue …aaahaha…

Thakurji: abhi nahi randi abhi to teri chut phadni hai

Ye kehke mene firse joro se pelna suru kiya aur chillane lagi

Aliya: aaahaaaa yaaa allaaa aaj ye kafir maar dalega haaiiiii… aaahaha aahaa…. Lo Thakurji chod lo apni mulli chinal ko… aahaaa chod chod ke jaan le lo is aliya khan ki…ahahaaaa

Me joro se pel raha tha aur sath hi sath uske tilmilate badan ko chum aur chus raha tha. Hamare badan pasine se bhara the aur me ho sake utna joro se pel raha tha. Uski awaj se uska baccha bhi uth gaya aur rone laga.

Aliya khan abhi charam sukh pe thi use bacche ki bhi parwah nahi thi. Usne muje firse kaske pakad liya. Me uske gale ko chumte hue aur katte hue pel raha tha.

Aliya: Ahhah...pel pel ke randi bana lo apni muje Thakurji....aaahaha me apke chamdidar land ki randi hu....chodo apni mulli chinal ko uske bete ke samne...aaahahaa apne pati ke bistar pe.

Uska pani nikalne ke bad wo bacche ke palne ki taraf dekh ke siskiya bharne lagi. Mene dekha to baccha uth gaya tha aur upar ake apni maa ki chudai dekh raha tha. Me abhi aur jor se pelne laga aur kuch hi wakt me apna maal Aliya ki garam chut me chod diya.

Me uth ke bathroom me chala gaya. Aliya waise hi bistar me behal padi thi. Me land saaf karke jab wapas aya to to aliya bacche ko bistar me lake sula rahi thi.

Uska badan pasine se bheega tha aur pur laal ho gaya tha. Me uske baju me ja ke so gaya aur uske badan se khelne laga.

Kuch hi wakt me mera firse khada hua aur use bacche ko sulate hue ghodi banna pada. Waise uska baccha so to gaya tha par wo fir bhi sehlate rahi. Kaam wasna se bhari maa ek taraf bete ko sehla rahi thi aur pich se ek gair mard se chud rahi thi.

Me uske baal pakad ke khich khich ke use chod raha tha aur bas siskiya bhar rahi thi. Jab use yakin ho gaya ki baccha so gaya hai to wo bacche se thoda dur hat gayi. Aur mene use palat ke abhi age se chodna suru kiya.

Me uske stan uske jisam ko ek janwar jaise noch ke chum ke aur kaat ke chod raha tha. Aliya khan mera pura sath de rahi thi jaise ek wo meri rakhel ho.

Uss raat mene char baar use choda aur jab chouthi baar chod raha tha tabh subha ki azan sunai de rahi thi. Wakt dekha to subha ke 5:10 ho rahe the.

Aliya: Thakurji….aaahaha puri raat pel diya ….aahaa abhi to rukiye… aahahaaa aa allaha jaan loge aap

Thakurji: ye chuddakad badan land sone nahi deta kya kare…mulli chinal

Aliya: ye mulli chinal abhi apki rakhel hai…. Aahaaa puri raat hamare katwe nahi kar sakte …aahaa aap kafiro me hi utna dum haiiii… aahaha

Mene uski chut me chouthi baar maal daal diya aur wo bistar me gir padi. Me bhi thak ke so gaya.

Ye kissa abhi kuch wakt pehle ka hai aur me wapas ate hue ise likh raha hu kyuki ekdum taja hai dimag me. Age kya hua ye janna hai to comment kijiye aur mail kare.

Agar aap chahte hai me agle parts likhu muje mail aur comments jaror bhejiye, jisse hume pata chale apko ruchi hai age ki kahani padhne me. Mera mail id hai [email protected]. App chahe to mujse Hangout (google chats) pe chat bhi kar sakte hai.

#hindukidasi #mulli #interracial #muslimah #dirty talk #submisivegirl #sexstory #majhabi

[arcxnumvitae]

"You would think Camhlaidh would seem more interested in the prospect of the departed returning to us, even if only for a brief time, but he seems pretty unenthused. Wouldn't he want to see his parents again?"

"Who could speak to what goes on in the mind of our dear king. If I had to hazard a guess, I imagine his trepidation is out of a dread of having to bid farewell again. Or perhaps he worries how he may have lived up to, or failed, our late king and queen's expectations."

"Oh..."

#{Wanderlust of the Reposed} #{Eilidh Drabble #{Ruaidhri Drabble #Ruaidhri has unsurprisingly hit the nail pretty on the head #it's a weird situation for Aur #I don't know what I'd want either if something like that were possible #I feel like some of Aur's complicated feelings are informed by the time Shilo put him to sleep and the dream he had where he believed #everything was okay and his parents were still alive #and how hard it was for him basically losing them all over again when he woke up and remembered that they were gone

[crevicedwelling]

I rescued a Polyphemus moth once! My little cousin found it in the lake, still not quite sure how it got in there either. I got an awful sunburn because i couldn't being myself to leave the little guy's side until he was all dried off

I cried when he was finally able to fly away

(I determined it was a male based on some quick research that sated male Polyphemus moths have larger antennae than the females, but I'm not aure aince I'm not a bug expert.)

I lost any photos of it that I had unfortunately, but his wingspan was about as big is my hand! Absolutely gorgeous, I think about him a lot.

good work helping the flying toast slice!

if the antennae looked big, I’m sure you were right about him being male. Polyphemus and a lot of other giant silkmoths show a great deal of sexual dimorphism in the antennae, as this BugGuide observation shows:

[myreia]

wip whenever

I missed Wednesday, oh well. 🫠

tagged by the lovely @thevikingwoman, @lilas and @hylfystt, thank you! 💖 tagging @tsunael, @roguelioness, @coldshrugs, @impossible-rat-babies, @birues, @fourteenthz, @scionshtola, @galadae @gefiltefished

This is a bit from Chapter 5 of the thing I am currently working on. Context - Aur's Echo pings weird shit when she travels between the First and the Source., sometimes she gets to spy on her family and see what they're up to.

Beyond the door, an elite Garlean scientist occupies her usual chair, her rank denoted by her white coat and the insignia on her shoulder. Taller than most of her kind, with sharp features and dark hair woven into a single long plait. She coldly reviews the files before her with a no-nonsense flick of one hand, the other tapping impatiently on the desk’s surface. Her ruby eyes glint in the artificial light.

It is unusual for an Elezen to make it this far in the ranks. And yet here she is, Elgara lux Theorzen, dispatched to this distant provincial base after a spectacular failure that was a decade in the making. She is fortunate she retained as much as she did. That her husband did not also take the fall. Her family is, for the most part, intact.

As much as it can be.

“I see you received the notice.”

The voice speaks from the shadows.

Elgara purses her lips, her brows drawing together in the slightest of frowns. It is as much as she will give him. “There’s no need to lurk, Kal,” she says, turning over another file. “Sit and speak with me properly.”

A snort. A man slinks out of the shadows half-hunched, his arms folded across his chest. He leans against the far wall, one knee bent with his foot pressed against it, and observes her with narrowed red eyes. He’s grown thin, ragged, in the time since she saw him last. His cheeks are sunken, his jaw worn, still covered with the scratchy stubble that certainly goes against Imperial code. The tips of his half-Elezen ears poke through tangled black hair, its length another strike against the code.

A hollow zealousness flares in his eyes—intense, wanting, and hungry.

“Been an age since you’ve called me Kal, Elgara,” Kallias says.

She shrugs and turns a file over. “Been an age since you’ve called me ‘mother,’” she replies and moves a finger down the page. With a dismissive tsk of her tongue, she grabs a pen and signs the bottom with precise, effective movements. “You don’t hear me complaining about that.”

“Not a complaint, mother. Just an observation. Besides, I would never dare to insult a colleague by addressing her with such informal abandon. I have manners.”

“Colleague is it now?”

“We are no longer in the same chain of command and we are of an equivalent rank. Colleague is appropriate, don’t you think?”

His voice rasps, deep and thick, and he casually raises a hand to pick at his nails. The hilts of his twin daggers glinting in the artificial light. There’s a threat here, buried just beneath the surface. His is the demeanour of a trained killer, a weapon in human form—he could kill her in a instant if he so desire.

But if Elgara notices, she gives no sign.

“True,” she says, not a crack in her composure. Perhaps she has already welcomed death at his hand. Perhaps she is counting on it. “Which stands the reason—why are you here? You no longer have clearance to enter.”

His brows draw together, a sneer forming on his lips. Chuckling darkly, he pushes off the wall and strolls across the observation deck, idly stretching his arms above his head. His movements may appear casual, but they only further put his weapons on display. He wants her to see. He wants her to know.

“This particular piece of intelligence is sensitive,” he says. “I thought it best to limit those who know during this time of upheaval. Even the legatuses, if necessary. But a single menial officer, hidden away in the least influential province? Her ears are safe.”

Elgara presses the tip of her pen to paper, red ink blooming across the crisp white page.

“She’s returned. From whatever hole she thought to hide herself in these past few months.”

#writing aureia's family was a mistake because they're terrible and awful and symptoms of their environment #but oh no they're compelling to me now because i gave them dialogue 😔 #kallias is going to be competing with asahi for the title of The Worst ™️ #aureia malathar #writing tag

[thekatebridgerton]

Bunty aur Babli AU with Bridgerton couples

You know I’m glad I’m not the only one that has a thing for any movie Rani Mukerji is in, because it makes me feel validated as a fan. This is a funnier version of the classic Bonnie and Clyde dynamic. Which I loved.

This one would have made a super good Polin au, where Anthony gives Colin an ultimatum of either get a serious job or be disinherited, and Portia likewise tells Penelope that she either gets married to a random old suitor or she’s going to be kicked out of the house. So both Colin and Penelope get the brilliant idea of running away from home on the same day, and find each other on the same ship to America. Colin of course can’t let Penelope travel alone, and proposes that they stick together as friends until they make their fortune in America and return home rich.

Easier said than done. Turns out that when you’re nobility and your practical skills amount to very little in the new world, finding work is easier said than done. That is until Colin and Penelope team up to get revenge on some business man who fooled Colin into giving away a family keepsake, and in the process of recovering the heirloom and getting the businessman thrown into jail they discover that they are both very talented at conning people.

So Penelope proposes that they simply make some money tricking the rich, until they make enough to go back to England and buy themselves a piece of land. With her Lady Whistledown skills of sussing out information and Colin charm, it’s easy to wear a disguise and pretend to be some Nigerian Prince that needs a thousand pounds. Or some fortune teller that can communicate with the dead and needs a wealthy widow to deed Colin half her fortune. Why can’t Penelope pretend to be the long lost daughter of a politician, if the politician had affairs behind his wife back, then that’s his fault.

Turns out that the more money they make, the less they want to go back to England, despite the fact that Penelope knows that Colin’s elder brother has sent bow street runners to track them down and bring them home. Colin instead thinks that he would rather start his own family with her, the woman who has quickly become the love of his life and not only his partner in crime. In all her life Penelope believed that she wasn’t destined for adventure, but an adventure with Colin is really all she’s ever wanted. Not only because she has always been inlove with him but also because he compliments her mischievous nature perfectly. And really what they do isn’t that bad, people are giving their money willingly, with a little con men persuasion sure, but it’s not like Penelope is helping Colin rob a bank. Getting married is only going to make the adventure more fun and she is helpless to resist him. Just as he is helpless to resist her.

I like to think that Anthony eventually catches them before the police does, and they are forced to give up their life of crime and return to England. With some very heavy string pulling on both the Featherington and Bridgerton side to avoid being recongized in England as wanted criminals in America. But Colin and Penelope never truly give up mastermind ways, and still sneak out to con a noble or two every once in a while.

And that’s the tea

#bridgerton #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope fetherington #Bollywood au

[deanwax]

No Context WIP Tag

Cheers for the tag, @wmlittlemore-is-writing!

Rules: share a line from a WIP with no context.

lil' nudge to @ahordeofwasps, @scribe-cas, @distortedsense, @moonandris and @starklyscifi

probably my fave mad line from Impressions of Aure:

“We’re trying different noses,” Alistair informs me haughtily, still making a face as I cross the room on all fours.

#writeblr #tag games #deanwaxwrites #aure #writing

[trauma-report]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: jakow chernykh

NICKNAME: jascha

TITLE(S): fuckboy

AGE: 30 y/o

SPECIES: human

SEX: cis male

NATIONALITY:  russian, kazakh

INTERESTS: military, weapons, fast cars, clubbing, drinking (does this count as a hobby?), training (mostly combat, but also weight training), playing video games, women

PROFESSION: soldier, GRU Spetsnaz

BODY TYPE: muscular build; several scars on his body, particularly a big one on his belly (emerged by a knife attack at a house cleaning mission)

EYES: watery blue

HAIR: black and really short

SKIN: sun kissed skin tone, inherited by his kazakh mother

FACE: high cheekbones; symmetrical (except for his nose who once got fractured during a fight), pretty face with a short trimmed beard and full lips; some would say he's got a face most girls are totally into

POSTURE: straight back

HEIGHT: 189cm

VOICE: deep, warm tone with a strong russian accent, but is also able to sound highly aggressive when he shouts

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: (naked) combat trousers and a slim fit (mostly black) t-shirt, in civil life he's a big fan of adidas joggers and wide fit hoodies

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: @ertraeumte his girlfriend, he once never thought that he would ever have

COMPANIONS: his spetsnaz team (artjom, fjodor, juri and wasja), long time friend anastasiya nazarov, mom and dad chernykh (yes, finally someone whose parents didn't die and who actually loves them), die truppe

ANTAGONISTS: general-mayor (hurenso-...) stanislav nazarov, himself

STRENGTHS: funny guy who manages to make everyone laugh really quick and seems to be always in a good mood if you meet him in civil life; integrates new people really fast; can get overprotective if he's really into someone; has a really soft and caring side that actually only few people get to see; loyal, his friends can count on him, especially in combat; is really great at repressing (don't know if this really counts as a strenght......)

WEAKNESSES: can get angry really fast, impulsive, indoctrinated by his own gouvernment (only to justify the crimes he's doing while going on a mission), repressing old memories (which leads to coping mechanisms like excessive drinking and making out with foreign women while clubbing), doesn't talk about his emotions and bad experiences, sexist and toxic behaviour from time to time, seems to be selfish often, children (gets ptsd when he just sees one and simply wants to get it the fuck away from him), douchebag, alcohol, women

COLORS: dark green, black, deep blue

FRUITS: apples

DRINKS: black coffee, water

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: vodka, anything that can get you drunk really fast

SMOKES: nope

DRUGS: not yet

DRIVER'S LICENSE: yes

tagged by: @arasanwar tagging: @ertraeumte @phasmophobie @dragonul-de-aur @caughtbetweenworlds @exsecrabar

#taggingthings #muse game things

[srbachchan]

DAY 5349

Jalsa, Mumbai                    Oct 4/5,  2022                  Tue/Wed  9:20 AM

And now .. with the birthdays of the Ef .. ❤️ Oct 5th .. is the birthday of .. Ef Kishor Vithhal Patil .. and Ef G. SHYAM Ghanshyam from New Delhi .. 🪔 October 4th .. along with Ef Kris Ayer .. it was also the birthday of Ef Miri Zardav , and Ef Surender Chibber from USA - sharer of my year of birth .. 🪔 And belated wishes to Ef Priyanka Gupta Aggarwal aka Mahak from Punjab .. for her birthday on the 3rd .. sorry we missed wishing you all these years , Priyanka .. but your birthday added to the Ef database now and shall never be missed again .. love .. 🪔 And .. also .. belated happy birthday to Ef Anshuman Mukund Shankar Dave for Oct 2nd .. enjoy! .. 🪔 Love 🌸🌿

Birthday - EF Kishor Vithhal Patil .. Wednesday, 5 October .. greetings for this special day and the wishes from all the Ef .. ❤️❤️❤️🌹

.. the day begins early .. the thoughts run to the timings of departure, readiness, anticipation .. what does it hold today .. punctuality, the connect with all that have become the dailies .. to be in the information of them that matter and those that are of matter .. the spontaneity of work in adlibbed environ .. the wait before the appearance .. the run sprint to the ap1 and the abundance of the audience .. the fill of adrenalin .. the soft anticipation of the what and why and how it shall be converted to performance .. that invisible switch within that bursts into the act and remains .. remains .. remains till the meet and the personalised interact with them that shower their love and praise .. 

and then .. done ..

BUT .. 

throughout .. the ‘other’ beat .. the other desire .. the other company .. its philosophy .. its attainability .. its presence .. and its unremovable ‘teer’, - तीर  - the arrow in the body of the poetic work of Buddha aur Naachghar - बुद्ध और नाचघर  - the Dancehall and Buddha in the writings of Babuji ..

so much to attain .. so much to give .. so much to live in its presence ..

and time passes by .. anvarat samay ki chakki chalti jaati hai - अनवरत समय की चक्की चलती जाती है  - the wheel of time doth keep moving  .. and the morrow is that unknown hemisphere of hope and belief and just .. prayer ..

start small they say .. the naysayers .. all .. and each moment push that symbolic rock a few inches towards it ultimate destination .. until it reaches .. attainment ..

yes .. yes .. yes .. 

and then ..

what  ..?

what of the next , and the next and the next .. 

life torments .. nudges , pushes , smacks you on the face .. at times a boot on the bottom .. get up .. go .. get it ..

OR ..

slumber in the vested interests of lethargic inadequacy  ..

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

and often does one hear ..

“ stop the World , I want to get off it ..” 

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

get off it and go where  .. where .. where  ??

AAHHHHH .. I ramble in philosophic slush .. mingled in the dirt and composite muck of adulterated phlegm  ..

come away .. cough it out .. drain it away in the tapped flow of everyday existence .. wrap yourself in the artificial warmth of manufactured relief ..

and drive ..

drive on ..

drive on to , the World of the real  :

.. wipe away the tears of pain ..

.. and live ..

Amitabh Bachchan