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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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Home Is Where You Are

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: (From This Ask) Reconnecting: You and Pavitr were childhood besties, yet in-between your friendship, you had to move away. You guys were still in touch as well, but little did Pavitr know you decided to surprise him by finally moving back to your hometown where you and Pavitr used to live. Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers

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🎵 🎶 The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are 🎵 🎶 Song by Ant Utama A/N: Google says "meri jaan" can be used to refer both your gf/bf and your friends too(?), so if it's not so irl, just assume they're comfy w/ it 😅😅😅 LOL

Pavitr Prabhakar -or Pavi, as you often call him- has been your bff since childhood.

Stuck at the hip, running around doing mischeif and pleading your parents to allow just 5 more minutes playtime.. Oh, those were the days! A chuckle slips your lips when you remember that even as a child, he was proud of his hair.

You remember vividly, back when you guys first met. Pavitr's hair was wild and curly and all over the place, bouncing with his every step. It was physically untamable for him. He was fussing with it and you, having watched him for quite a while, offered to help him keep it in place with a messy pigtail and putting all your hairclips on him. It didn't help much but little Pavitr had been very grateful, a big smile pulled across his face.

That was in kindergarten.

Growing up, you became the closest of friends -and the most chaotic. There was no one in school who hadn't heard of the infamous micheif-makers, the prankster pair. Prank wars 24/7 and very concerning to the school board. It was even more hectic when they tried to put you guys in different sections to discipline you. You threw a tantrum, he spilled food everywhere as all the other kids joined in; it was sort of a mutiny you guys had started. The headmistress then decided it was best for everyone to not separate you two and let you guys be in the same class thereon on the condition that there will be no more horsing around.

Things finally went back to normal and all was going well.. until your parents got a transfer.

You remember that day, when your parents said you were going to move. Initially, you had been over the moon, not knowing that it meant leaving Pavitr for good. God, you were so naive. But when it finally dawned on you that this is where your friendship will possibly end, you ran to his house and cried to him. Pavitr shared your sentiment; he loved as much as you loved him and separating you guys just was wrong.

Whenever there's something scary at night or if he hears weird sounds that frighten him, Pavitr used to hide under the bed until it goes away. He suggested you do the same. So there you both were, crouching under his tiny bed and staying there sharing stories and whatever 11 year olds talk about.

Uncle Bhim did find you soon enough and called your worried parents. A lot of kicking and screaming and yelling 'I don't wanna goooooooo!' while your parents dragged your naughty butt to the new home, practically ripping your hand away from Pav's.

It had been a bit too dramatic, now that you think about it, though a little funny too.

Pav had been crying for a week after you left, just like you, and every night for a month, Uncle Bhim would let him call you and speak. Then school began, and you drifted apart.

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You stepped out of the airport and raised a finger, calling for a taxi.

It's been 10 years now. A decade since you and Pavi last saw each other in person. Sure, you stay in touch via video calls and social media but nothing beats physical connection.

You've graduated and found a new internship at your dream company that requires you to stay in Mumbattan. What else do you need? To say you were happy would be an understatement.

Dropping your things at your own apartment, you take the cab straight to Maya auntie's as he's still staying here to take care of her. (Hope she still likes pranks!)

The elderly woman is the first to greet you, full of joy, her aged eyes shining with tears of sentiment. "Oh, mera beta!"

You let her wrap you in her embrace and hug you close. Maya auntie shares your tears, giving a moment of respectful silence to Uncle Bhim. It's hard to digest his death when you loved him like your own father.

After pleasantries are exchanged, you're about to ask about him when doubt creeps upon you. Sure, you've talked a lot but.. Does he still feel the same way about you, or is it the version of you in his head? Does he still value your friendship like before? Or were you just a passing cloud? A chapter in his book? Just a childhood memory and nothing more?

But most importantly, has he found someone else more worthy of his time?

Maya auntie, always as perceptive as ever, sees the hesitation in your eyes and encourages you to give him a surprise, assuring you that, of course, nothing is more important to him than your friendship.

With renewed confidence, you walk into Pavitr's room. He isn't there but you hear the water running. Assuming he's taking a bath, you take your time to look around the room.

The sky blue wall is a bit faded but it brings you happy memories. Same big old window from which you used to watch the city. Books, books and more books, some kind of gadget and a- is that spandex!? A Halloween costume, perhaps.

A framed picture is sitting on his desk, of your childhood selves holding hands, your front teeth missing, standing before Pavitr's apartment. It was the first time you had come over. Aww!

The cot is certainly larger than last time and you hide a chuckle when you think if you both can fit under this one.

Actually.... didn't Maya aunty talk about surprise?

Giggling like the mischievous child still inside you, you crawl under the bed. What you expected is to not fit under it, what you didn't expect is a red and blue hand-painted shoe box filled with little trinkets.

The lid is open, so you're not actually intruding on his privacy.. (Right?)

The box is filled with shiny stuff and upon inspecting one, you realise these are the same gifts that you gave Pavitr a decade ago. He.. he still cherishes them? Your heart swells.

A glittery red paper heart catches your eye but you don't remember giving it to him. Sloppy cursive runs in gold glitter:

"I threw my plans all away So that I could hear you say You love me, yes, you want me The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are

I miss you meri jaan 💔 "

It takes a moment before you realise it's from him. He'd written it to you before you moved but never actually came around to giving it.

Oh, oh God, Pavitr loves you!

Tears of joy gislten in your eyes. You did have a similar thought once, but dismissed as soon as it came. You would never believe if someone told you Pav had had feelings for you. And seemingly, still does.

A greeting card falls out, a dried rose attached to it. It was written on last Valentines day:

"A little birdie told me you wished for a Knight in shining armour. Now that I'm here, what are your other two wishes, meri jaan? ;P"

Wet thuds sound and you look up -wincing from the bump to your head- to see Pavitr come out of the bathroom, towel-drying his curly hair and dripping water everywhere.

"Looking swag as always, Pav!", he says, making finger guns to his reflection, flaunting his amazing hair as he runs a hand through his damp curls. And, wow, it's grown longer!

The moment you try to scare him from under the bed, he stiffens and turns around cautiously. Grabbing a cricket bat, he curls his other hand into a mudra. (Is he going to spiritualize you to the death??)

"Who is it? Whoever you are, better come out or else-!"

"Or else, you'll crouch under the bed?"

He drops the cricket bat, frozen in pleasant shock.

You're struck speechless too, lost in his eyes. Wow, Pavitr has.. grown. He's so very handsome, much more than you remember. You gasp softly, mesmerized by his beauty.

"O-Oh my god, N/N?!"

He engulfs you in an embrace, hugging to tight to his chest. His wet cheek rests cool against your warm skin, so close you can smell his shampoo. "Ah, I can't believe it! Meri jaan, is it really you? H-how-?"

"A little birdie told me you wished for a Knight in shining armour. Now that I'm here, what are your other two wishes.. meri jaan?"

It takes him less than a second to realise you'd read his card. "Oh God, you read that!?" He blushes terribly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he stumbles over his words. It's cute to see him flustered.

The laughter dies but your smile stays.

"Y/n", his breath is hot in your ear, "may I.."

Your heart beat quickens, stuttering with every stretching moment. Every breath you take is growing heavy.

"Yes..?"

Your noses touch. He's close, so close..

Suddenly, he twirls you around and begins to sing:

"The sight of you lit me up Could not believe my luck Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are!"

Once you recover, you try to hit him in the chest for playing you like that, but he's quicker. You giggle, laughter erupting from your throat as he hugs you from behind, pecking your cheek like he used to do all those years ago as you sing along.

It may be unspoken, but it exists. He's never forgotten, nor have you.

"Now I know where I need to be Home is where you are!"

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hope you enjoyed it!

@moraleswithoutmorals I am so sorry for the delay, I think I need some more time for the other prompts (seriously, they're SO GOOD i can't CHOOSE!) and I think of merging a couple prompts, hope that's fine with you 😊

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janaknandini-singh999 · 6 months

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Rani lingered by and stepped back in the shadows to avoid being seen by Jamini as she went by, glimpsing a content smile on her ever serene thakuma.

She had no intentions of hearing what the women were talking about but couldn't help herself when she had picked up their voices discussing something intently, especially of her dadi saas Dhanlakshmi, whose unwavering tone was such a contrast to the sweet, yet as determined one, of her thakuma. She smiled.

Both the women just couldn't have more different personalities yet they were talking. They had come together. Because of their respective grandchildren. Rani had always wondered, however, that in temperament maybe she was more like Dhanlakshmi than even her own grandmother. A rock, a parvat - despite of everything she faced, because of everyone she distanced. Rani couldn't ever imagine being distant from her family though, she agreed, but when she was growing up she just felt a little.. different from her family. All of them were beautiful and unique in their own ways but she had grown to be the unrelenting parvat in their house. But after being so strong, in the end, when she'd get tired of it all, she'd often go to find peace the most in her thakuma's chaanv. She was glad her thakuma could talk to Dhanlakshmi, providing something to her dadi saas as well, no matter how little it may have been received because of the walls Dhanlakshmi had put up around her heart since eons now.

She smiled again.

Rocky was so much like her thakuma.

He was bubbly, kind and gentle just like her. If she was the parvat then he was the river flowing from it, calming it down, helping it find a purpose for being strong for so long.

The universe has a strange way of working indeed - these two lovebirds were more like their grandmothers in law than their own grandmothers. She believed that if there's destiny then it was determined to make them come to each other since day one. The evergreen love story of Jamini and Kanwal was simply the first golden ray of an eagerly awaited, breathtaking dawn.

A breeze blew and something fluttered in her palm, her attention diverting to it - an envelope - now remembering why she had come here in the first place. It was a letter she was to deliver. To her dadi saas.

She was learning Punjabi and this was the first thing she wanted to write in the language. She had been moved by how, little by little, Rocky had recently started secretly learning Bangla from her thakuma. He was mad when Rani got to know about it.

"YAAARR SURPRISE DENA THHA MUJHEEE THAAKUMAA NE DHOKA DIYA TUMHE BATAAKEY" Rocky had pouted

"Arey baba unhone NAHI bataya mujhee. Ab tum raat mein sote samey random Bangla gibberish bologe toh KISI KO bhi lagega Monjulika chadhh gayi hain!" Rani had laughed

Rocky had made a bigger puppy face "galat.. Monjulika nahi. Rani Chatterjee chadhh gayi hain mujhe" and had kissed her, grinning

Upon learning about the letter though, Rocky had frowned, saying

"Arey but Punjabi toh sherdilo, deewano ki bhaasha hain! Yeh koi intellectual, dEeP Bangla thodi na hain jo tu aisey heavy topic pe dadi ko likh rahi hain. Aur KYU LIKH RAHI HAIN!??"

Rani had sighed. Her husband was the sweetest angel ever but he was so innocent that it physically used to give her a bittersweet pain sometimes. She had cupped her husband's face and whispered "Many have let her down, baba. It's an apology letter."

He had whispered back "baakiyon ke liye tum kyu maafi maang rahi ho? tumhaari toh koi galti bhi nahi hain."

"Kisiko bhi unki language mein kuch bhi kehne se hamesha woh baat zyaada acche se dil mein jaati hain. Chaahe woh koi bhi ho. Aur hain meri galti. I've been one of those people who have hurt her. I'm not saying that she's never been at fault but.. she's not evil. She is not any more selfish than we all are sometimes. And this is the least she deserves and needs after going through so much. A closure. Maybe a forgiveness that she needs to give to herself too. Maybe she is too proud to give it to herself even now. But maybe my words can help her do that. Just maybe."

"Ab agar unko khudko maaf karna hain toh tum kyu maafi- YAAR BAHOT COMPLICATED hain yeh sab." Rocky groaned in a pillow and then whispered "tumhe jo karna hain karo. But JALDI AANA mujhe tumhare bahot yaad aayegiii"

"OKAYY. Drama queen meri" Rani had shaken her head and broke into laughter with him, kissing his nose before leaving through the door.

The letter fluttered more urgently in her hand now. She had decided to send it as an anonymous one, slipping it in the letterbox of Dhanlakshmi Sweets which was always flooded by a lot of mails anyway so it would be easy.

Just as she opened the mailbox carefully-

"Khud baat karne mein darrti ho kya?"

Rani looked up and saw Dhanlakshmi standing rigidly on the main door of the house. It was the only picture in that moment that one needed to see in order to know who ruled the Randhawa family.

Rani bent down to touch her feet and stiffened when she didn't feel her dadi saas's hands come up to give her blessings. She straightened again, looking elsewhere and clearing her throat.

"Kya hua? Waapis apna wahi puraana bakhaan karne aagayi? Mujhe yeh kehne ki hum dono itne bhi alag nahi hain jitna main samajhti hoon?"

"Nahi." Rani's eyes slowly filling with tears finally met Dhanlakshmi's who was taken a little aback but stood her guard as always.

Rani folded her hands and spoke after what seemed like ages

"I think we couldn't be any more different. I could've never done what you did for your family, that too all alone. You were the backbone when nobody had your back. You're a powerful lady but you have a heart too, no matter how much you tend to show that you don't. And I'm sorry for being one of those to break it, I should've been the last person to do so because I.. understand how it feels to be that way. Dadi," she lowered her head in reverence "ho sake toh.. mujhe maaf kar dena" and the tears came running down, undammed yet again

And Dhanlakshmi came forward, touching Rani's shoulders ever so lightly to make her look up and meet her eyes and Rani could've sworn she saw something changed in them. Rani was so overwhelmed and tired that she closed her eyes when suddenly she felt something on her cheek. She opened her eyes in a flash to find her grandmother in law stiffly patting her bony hand against her cheek - like a long hurt and betrayed child not sure what to do when suddenly being thrown in a pool of genuine affection, like a cold stone being crushed not sure when it will find purpose to be as rigid, hard and strong again. In another lifetime all over again, maybe.

A parvat.

"Ghar ke bade log na kabhi zyaada der tak naaraz rehte hain, naa maafi maangte hain. Bas aashirwaad dete hain" Dhanlakshmi whispered just as coolly and turned around, taking the letter from Rani's who smiled at her dadi saas maa's ever stern figure retreating into her room as if nothing happened.

@houseofbreadpakoda INSPIREDDDD me <3

#desiblr #rocky aur rani ki prem kahani #desi #desi aesthetic #desi tag #desi culture #desi dark academia #desi girl #desi stuff #desi academia #just desi things #bollywood #alia bhatt #ranveer singh

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avengingsoranus · 5 months

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@meryasek location: Dawn Court entrance to the Daemonfey Court notes: hello?

Horrible things had happened to the Court in his absence, but after Justice's breaking Soranus had felt... Broken too, in his own way. Slowly he'd pieced himself back together into whatever shattered version of himself remained, but still, Meryasek had been his King, and before that Soranus had been something of a midwife to Titania. He'd welcomed Aegnor, Farenduil, and then little Meryasek into this world.

His hand smoothed over the side of the cave, Soranus' eyes teemed with regret as he looked towards the chancellor of the DaemonCourt. He understood the other's need to strike out on his own, to make something of his birth, Soranus had helped deliver his children so of course he knew that need for independence. "I should have told you about your father." Soranus knew because of course he'd known, "Mery, please, forgive me I was sworn to secrecy."

#meryasek #meryasekstarter

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meryasek · 5 months

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@zahryaofspring Location: them new courts

Jacarandas fell around the two of them, but this was the border between the Dawn Court and the Daemon Court, as ordinary perhaps as it could be. Meryasek no longer wished to be king of the Elves, creatures that would never accept him for the other half of what he was. Archfey and archfiend, he stood there now, reunited with Zahrya once more. They hadn't talked much since Mery had tossed the elven crowd and burned it in his hellfire. He'd created a new one, fit for the daemons of his court as he let his wings stretch wide. His horns still shined beneath his curls, his irises flashing red as he stood with his old friend, "Well? What do you think? Spring may not answer to me anymore, but I thought I'd fill this section with my favorite tree." His song still held power, and while he was more fiend than fey, Titania's fondness for these things still ran through his blood.

#zahrya

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rottingraisins · 1 year

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clef for the character ask game thing :-)

clef my horrid little issues man. I think abt him so much

fav thing: even just sticking to the few fundamental things that are always true about him hes such a layered character. I love how hes never not being pulled apart by conflicting alllegiances to his designated veil-upkeeping organization and the people he cares about, i love that hes implied to be able to perceive other timelines to an extent, i love that he has a funny hat. so much to dig your fingers into with this guy

least fav thing: listen every facet of the scp community is some flavor of weird about him im not gonna single out one

favorite line: I mean, it could be worse, right? At least you're safe in here. It's not like the desks are coming alive to kill you now, is it? Oh wait, yes they are. The FUCKING DESKS ARE GOING TO KILL YOU.

brOTP: HIM AND ADAMS FOREVER but like in the same way people ship succession characters i need them to inflict maximum psychic harm on each other. for tav-666 secret santa which isnt really secret at all bc tav-666 is two people but clef insists on it adams gets him a mug that says worlds greatest grandpa

OTP: I have been informed that i am "the clefdraki guy". sorry to everyone about that. kondraki we could have been people monologue from yesterday does hit hard unfortunately

nOTP: /

random headcanon: Insufferably good at strategy games, especially chess. Go-to alcohol is brandy. Has never been seen wearing the same shirt twice.

unpopular opinion: I think he's a lot more hinged than people think, hes very firmly under the thumb of the foundation and the way he tends to act is him lashing out within the parametres hes given, see him having a fairly sensible reaction to duke till dawn, unlike rights, bright, kain etc. He's one of the least loose cannons here. I rlly like interpretations of him where hes kind of a bitter old man wrapped in 6+ layers of flashy defense mechanisms

songs: death on two legs by queen is for sure on his murder playlist. stuart the dead milkmen is my voiceclaim for him forever and always. pink and blue tmg makes me think about ukulele and meri really hard.

fav pic: @/flebus draws a really really good clef

#not art #ask game

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meri-dawn · 3 months

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Young Woman with a Fan

Simon Maris painted this woman on various occasions, holding a cigarette or a red fan. Perhaps she was a model, yet this painting could also be an actual portrait.

#black history #european art #young woman with a fan #meri-dawn #meridawn #meri dawn

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eschercaine · 1 year

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Daemon of Asshai-by-the-Shadow

A lone shadowbinder answers the priestess’ summon.

𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 - 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.

As night fell, the river Ash glimmered with a faint green luminescence and long white bands of mist filled the air, creating a tranquil yet mysterious ambiance. Its black walls that sprawl for leagues across both sides of the river could contain Volantis, Qarth, King’s Landing, and Oldtown combined.

The man drew the shadowy curtains away to get a glimpse outside of the palanquin lugged on the quivering backs of slaves. Bazaars and hovels are nearly devoid of inhabitants. Save for a single person wearing a wooden mask and peering out, the windows of numerous abodes were sealed. He could sense its gaze from afar, causing a certain degree of discomfort.

He stepped out of the palanquin when the slaves came to a halt in front of the red temple. The man drew his hood forward and ascended the stairs, stopping right by the entrance.

He waited and waited, and then the massive doors opened. A beautiful woman with long hair the color of deep burnished copper, unsettling red eyes, and pale, unblemished skin stands before him. “Despite your reluctance to respond to my summons, I saw your arrival in the flames,” the priestess says, her deep voice tinged with the music of the Jade Sea. “I have several matters to share with you.”

The red priestess invited him in. The temple is a grand labyrinth of columns, steps, abutments, spans, cupolas, and turrets that blend together as if hewn from a single colossal stone. A plethora of various hues of red, yellow, gold, and orange come together and converge on the temple walls, dissipating into one another like the skies at sundown. She conveyed him to an inconspicuous, vacant room with a prodigious stone bowl in the middle that had a hissing fire.

Both of them were quiet for a considerable length of time prior to him inquiring, “What is the purpose of my presence here, priestess? What news do you wish to share with me?”

“R’hllor has shown me a prophecy,” she says, her gaze fixed on the flames. “You, too, have a role to play.”

The man nearly rolled his eyes. Another prophecy again, he thought. “What exactly do you mean?”

“When the Blood Betrayal of the Bloodstone Emperor began an age of darkness, a great warrior wielding a burning sword rose to fight this darkness lying over the world. And that sword was Lightbringer.”

The man was nonplussed in regards to her ultimate objective, yet he chose to go along with it. “The Azor Ahai,” he says. “I’ve heard that story countless of times.”

“The red comet heralded the arrival of our savior. Bosys bantis amazis, se morghor zijomy amazis. Meri kivio darilaros oz maghagon kostas.”

The long night is coming, and the dead come with it. Only the prince who was promised can bring the dawn.

“Darilaros,” he drawls. “That noun has no gender in High Valyrian. The proper translation for that prophecy would be, ‘The prince or princess who was promised will bring the dawn.’”

“Impressive,” says the red priestess, smirking.

The man only shrugged, ignoring her praise. “How is this relevant to me?”

She shifts her eyes to meet his. “I see a girl in the flames, surrounded by traitors in every nook and cranny.”

The man’s expression hardened, his eyebrows narrowing and his lips pressing together. A spark of vexation flares in his eyes as he hated repeating himself. With a motion, he pushed his hood away — unveiling his shoulder-length silver hair and dark purple eyes — the latter of which fixed a fierce gaze upon her. “And I implore you once more, priestess, how is this relevant to me?”

“The girl, a princess of royal blood, calls to you… shadowbinder,” she countered. There was ice in her voice that made his magic recoils in fear. The red priestess returns her gaze to the fire. “Her death will result in the extinction of dragons, leaving humanity defenseless against a long night that never ends.” The ruby at her throat gleamed red. “This girl bears a weight on her shoulders, and that’s where you step in. She needs your stalwart assistance as the vipers plot their devious stratagems. Blood, I see, and dragonfire threatening to consume everything it touches. Sail to Westeros to find the girl… for your destiny is intertwined with hers.”

For a brief moment, the man remained silent before cocking his head to the side and letting out a small, mirthless laugh. His actions do not appear to amuse or offend the red priestess. “I’m not a dog that you can summon with a shrill whistle, priestess,” he snarled. “I might have engaged in sorcery, but do not anticipate me to hold faith in capricious matters such as destiny, visions, or auguries, for that is a completely disparate matter.”

She cocked her brow. “Do you not believe in it?”

“No, I do not,” the man says emphatically. “The very concept of it helps people believe that all unfortunate things happen for a reason, yet there is none.”

The priestess only hums. Her lips twitch again, this time into a small smile, before returning to her blank expression.

He steps closer to her, looming over her. “And you want me to sail west in search of this girl?” he harrumphed. “What if your fires are wrong, and this journey you want me to take turns out to be a fool’s errand that will cost me my life?”

She stood unflinching before him. “I can comprehend your disbelief. Although I admit that my readings may have been false on several occasions, my vision in the fire was true. I am as mortal as you, shadowbinder. All mortals err,” the priestess reassured him. “And, no matter what your personal beliefs are, you will be swept up in the forces of destiny inevitably.”

When she was finished, two acolytes escorted him out, and the doors shut behind him. And with a defeated sigh, he pulls his hood up and fades into the night, returning to his humble abode illuminated by the glistening river. While he considers whether the red priestess’ words should be taken seriously, he kept himself busy by returning several scrolls and books to their proper places.

During his youth, he had already journeyed around much of the east and the other parts of the known world, but he chose to return to Asshai. But before he can contemplate rejecting the notion of traveling to Westeros, his body acts instinctively as he began stuffing his belongings in a burlap sack.

Daemon hopes the priestess’ prediction proves right this time, otherwise he won’t hesitate to kill her.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd au #daemyra au #daemyra #rhaenyra x daemon #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #don't mind me... just writing a short fic ✌️#daemon as a shadowbinder... cool right??#in this he is a dragonseed living in asshai or...? 🤔#i haven't thought much of his origin #i hope y'all like it 😊

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da3drat · 10 months

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was bored on my walk so have some modern au hcs

Meridian

professional disaster

probably does some kind of contract or consulting work in tech (too messy to keep a regular job for long but smart enough to get in, bang out a bunch of work, then disappear)

used to do contract work for the government and now spends most of her time trying to avoid them

lives in a horrible studio apartment that is impeccably decorated

primarily uses alchemy expertise for getting stoned purposes

has a rotating cast of partners, but isn't that into any of them

Celeste

works as an emt

moonlights as a nurse at a free clinic

has basically zero social life

except for her best friend martin who she met while responding to an emergency in kvatch

and who she secretly has a huge crush on, but would never dare to drag any further into her life (literal chaos tornado, negative time for dating)

not home enough to have a most kinds of pet, so she keeps fish

baurus is her next door neighbor and sometimes they have dinner together on weeknights. this started when barus noticed the sheer amount of takeout celeste eats alone on her couch. yikes.

baurus knows martin through work and they're really good friends, but god he does not need to hear the way celeste talks about him please-

Dusk

insufferable academic(tm)

getting her phd in like. theoretical physics of atherius or some bullshit.

tends to a small flock of inquisitive neighborhood children who ask her weird questions about magic that she's very excited to answer in depth

honestly probably runs one of those silly little after school science camps where 6 and 7 year olds make slime and she gives the elephant toothpaste demo over and over

she and j'zargo have been obsessively one upping each other since undergrad. they are best friends.

#meri #celeste #dawn #idk why this was on my mind but here u go lol

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julie-su · 1 year

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can u seriously just kys already

That's not an echidna name the canon echidnas in Sonic are Knuckles, Tikal, Pachacamac, Shade, Tikal’s Grandma, Julie-Su, Lara-Su/Jani-Ca, Misty-Re, Tobor, Garek, Voni-Ca, Spectre, Kali-Ka, Soujourner, Wanda-Ra, Riki-Le, Thunderhawk, Shazi-Ah, Nemo, Janelle-Li, Athair, Xenin, Pravda, Crystal-La, Sabre, Iago, Jenna-Lu, Locke, Lara-Le, Doctor Zachary, Rutan, Perriwinkle, Cobar, Aurora, Wynmacher, Knecapceon, Constable Remington, Desi-Ca, Menthor, Doctor Finitevus, Darwin, Lien-Da, Kanewisher, Gae-Na, Arakkis, Kragok, Eli-Za, Komi-Ko, Princes Alucion, Eric, Merin-Da, Luger, Myokl, Jaker, Syntar, Pollu, Jon O'Hedge, Yanar, Dave, Mari-Su, Regi-Na, Imperator Ix, Pir'Oth Ix, Teri-Lu, Shockra, Moritori Rex, Menniker, Vera-Lo, Gala-Na, Dimitri, Zax, Cynthia-Wa, Nestor the Wise, Demi-Na, Angel-La, Byron, Officer Flint, Meri-ca, Jeffrey, Dian-Na, Ruta-Le, Spencer, Rosa-Lyn, Jordann, Jordan, Kayla-La, Sonji-Ra, Hawking, Jai-Na, Matthias, Aaron, Kann-Di, Sasi-Ka, Rykor, Rembrandt, Harlan, Holmes, Dawn-Na, Benedict, Moonwatcher, Lunama-Re, Eri-Ka, Steppenwolf, Edmund II, Siwa-Ra, Marta, Mr. Arrunda, Edmund, Simon, Floren-Ca, Raynor, other Raynor, Mari-An, AND Bimmy.

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 6 months

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I felt like giving you ideas again since yes

All are Pavitr x Readers

Angst :: Basically, this one can be a little hard to right but like, if you know Hamilton, the song "Satisfied" / "Burn/First burn"

Fluff :: It's basically from Hamilton (lol) again but it's the song "Helpless"

Princess!Reader x Commoner!Pavitr :: YOU AND PAVITR SNEAKING OUT INTO THE FORESTS HOLDING HANDS AND BASICALLY SHOWING PDA WHILE YOU R DISGUISED SO PEOPLE DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU AS THE PRINCESS <33

@ Feel free to use these ideas <3

Write well my fav writer ♡♡

Princess and the Spider

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Pairing: Commoner!Pavitr Prabhakar x Princess!Reader Summary: Pavitr and you sneak out into the woods, your secret spot. Lots of holding hands and basically showing PDA while you're disguised so no one recognizes you as the Princess Tags: Fantasy AU, Royalty, Secret Relationship, Lantern festival

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Deep brown skirt brushes against your feet as you run through the forest, the fabric swishing with your every move. The breeze is infrequent yet soothing enough under the scorching summer sun.

The empty jug in your arms feel heavy as you finally reach your secret place -the river bank- and lean down, filling the jug with water before you drink from it. Satisfied, you look into the moving waters to see your blurry reflection staring back at you. Dang, if your mother even got word of the state you’re in...

Tainted clothes, slippers, ungloved hands and in the wild without guards or handmaidens? Your mother, the Queen, will pracitcally have your head for it if she knew!

An echoing howl alarms you and you bunch up your skirt, ready to move, abandoning the stolen water jug as your feet hits the ground once again. Whatever beast chasing you maybe quick, but not as swift as you. Plus, you’ve brought your stiletto daggers just in case.

Perks of being a royalty.

“Careful, Princess”, a shadow swings from the air, coming to land behind you.

A smile pulls across your lips as you lower your weapon, blush rising to your cheeks. You’d know that voice in your sleep; the voice that never failed to make your heart flutter.

He’s dressed in festive clothes today -a crisp red tunic and blue dhoti- and comes to stand before you, removing his decorative face mask. His radiant smile rivals a thousand stars; bright and energetic as if to illuminate the entire world. You’d even believe if he was the reason summers are hot.

“Meri jaan-“

“You’re under arrest!”, you announce and the next moment Pavitr becomes alert, raising his hands up in surrender. A hint of confusion dance in his cautious eyes, his confidence wavering. No.. you wouldn’t betray him like that..

You keep him at the edge of your dagger till you can contain it no longer. “For having amazing hair!”, you burst out laughing.

When realization dawns, he finally breathes a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a smile. How can Pavitr forget you’re the Queen of Pranks?

“Oh God, the look on your face!”, you say, pinching his cheeks as he playfully slaps your hands away.

He knows you won’t do that to him; In fact, you’d be the first to defend him.

Pavitr simply points to the notice pinned on the trees asking for The Spider’s identity in return for a thousand silver coins.

“Not even gold!”, he jokes, crossing his arms, “The King really is a miser.”

It was put up yesterday; not a good sign. You planned on doing something about it once you got back to the palace. Until then..

“Pavi..”, you drag sweetly, rubbing the sides of his arms in a soothing motion, “You promised me something yesterday. Remember?”

Pavitr’s face falls a little as he stutters, trying to deflect. “I, uh, the weather is too hot today, isn’t it?”

“No.” You huff and cross your arms, pulling away from him to sit by yourself on a log, pouting as you refuse to meet his face.

“Meri jaan”, he begs in vain, “please understand, it would not be safe. Plus, you may not like it there. The town is dirty and smelly; especially too crowded today-“

“You said you’d take me to the fair! And I won’t talk to you until you do.”

The Queen used to lecture you that stubbornness is unbecoming of a Princess and would take you nowhere but they seem to work on Pavitr just fine. He sighs, shoulders sagging as he eventually caves in, shaking his head in playful exasperation.

“Has Your Highness tasted a panipuri before?”

Your grin is wide as you take his extended hand.

______

Squeals echo through the forest as he swings you through bridal style, his grip on your waist never faltering.

Hitting the ground at the edge of the thick woods, you’re quick to grab his hand and pull him towards the brightly lit festive town, skipping all the way uncaring of the dirt brushing against the hem of your once pristine dress. Mother would scold, but you know it’ll be worth it.

The fair Is as crowded as he rightly warned, but not much as you were accustomed to. The royal balls were even more populated, with desperate snobs trying to impress the upper class. This is way better compared to that.

The first thing to hit you is the festive ambience.

“FORTUNE! FORTUNE CALLS!'', a man yells. "IS THERE A BIG FORTUNE IN YOUR FUTURE? THE SEER ANSWERS, FOR ONLY THREE COINS!”

You eagerly drag Pavitr to the tiny stall -despite his protests that they are fake- and pay them a bronze, showing the old fortuneteller your palm.

“Oh! This is a royal hand!”, the elderly woman cries. You freeze in shock, sweating bullets. Have you been found out? It doesn’t help that the local guards are roaming the fair either.

Pavitr squeezes your other hand in reassurance, saying it’s just a metaphor for a readable palm -and, that they say this to those who seem to carry a heavy pocket. You snort quietly.

“Your bloodline will be filled with fortune-“, she says in an exaggerated voice, “-and a handsome Knight in a shining mask will come to your rescue!” She leans down to your ear in a stage whisper, “why, I bet, ‘tis the very lad you’re with!”

Your cheeks instantly go pink and you shyly raise your eyes to meet Pavitr’s from under your lashes. He rubs his nape, blushing. “N-no.."

“Nuh-uh, don’t you dare lie to me, hero!”, the lady says and Pavitr goes red in the face. He drags you away, uncaring as to how many coins he pays her in haste just to leave the place quickly.

You laugh at his embarrassed face and pull him towards a face-painting stall.

He reluctantly agrees, instantly regretting it when the artist smears a fat blob of red across his features.

Pavitr gets the shock of his life when the artist hands him a mirror to see the outcome and lo, what does he see? His own alter-ego staring back at him with equal surprise. He is The Spider.

“Meri jaan!”, he whispers in alarm, tugging at your silk blouse, “people might find out!”

“No, they won’t”, you say, hooking your arm around his elbow as you walk him to a food stall. “Not today, atleast. Look!”

Indeed, all the children and young boys in the stall are waiting to be painted as The Spider. It puts a humble smile on Pavitr, a real, genuine one and he looks at you with eyes overflowing of love. Tears of awe gather in the corner of his orbs, which he blinks away rapidly; his love for you is beyond words.

A horn Is suddenly blown, signaling the time for the special event -everyone’s favorite part of the fair. You look around in confusion as people run hither tither, Pavitr leading you as you try to decipher what’s going on. Curious, you rise to stand on your tippy toes and peek over his shoulder.

Without warning, a handful of color powder is thrown on your face!

What the- Oh. They’re powdered dyes!

You giggle in understanding, finally catching up. Rushing to a nearby stall, you buy a pocket of green, yellow and orange liquid dyes while Pavitr buys blue, red and white -his signature colours- and aims them at you like a canon.

You mirror his stance. “It’s on, Spider!”

“Do your best, Princess”

SPLISH! SPLASH! SLPOTCH!

You’re the first to drench Pavitr in green, his face-paint mixing with the dye into a dirty brown. Squealing, you run as he chases after you with blue while all the colours of the rainbow fly over your head, thrown around by other people.

By the end of it, everybody is wet and unrecognizable yet ultimately happy. You share a laugh before everyone goes back to exploring the fair, preferring to enjoy the evening rather quietly.

After cleaning yourself up, Pavitr walks you around the fair buying you panipuri as promised, all the while holding your hand. You enjoy his arm around your waist, a comfortable weight as you press yourself closer to him.

Pavitr introduces you to his family -Maya auntie and Uncle Bhim- who greet you excitedly. His friends join and a bunch of cute little munchkins come up to you asking for a story.

“Do you know the story of the Princess and the Spider? Once there was a Princess, who lived in a big, big castle. But she was very lonely and had no friends. One day, while walking through her garden, she found a spider tangled in his own webs..”

Behind you, Pavitr leans against a tree smiling to himself, listening to you narrate the story of how you met. He patiently waits for you finish, watching you transfixed.

You guys share a shy smile after you’re done, cheeks tinting pink as you grab his hand. Pavitr excuses yourself, blushing furiously when Maya auntie sends him a knowing wink and tells him to “go enjoy his youth!”

They know he wants to have you all for himself.

_______

Lights are put up everywhere, the fair itself descending into a warm orangey glow. The evening turns invitingly chilly and you stop for a drink, fingers staying intertwined when a particularly colourful stall catches his eye.

You find yourself seated on a private boat as Pavitr rows, other couples rowing quietly past you. It slowly comes to a stop at the middle of the lake and you hold hands, lifting your head up to witness the sun disappear into the quietness of the young starry night together.

His thumbs rub soothing circles on the back of your hand. Water lanterns float around your boat, let onto the surface of the lake by those gathered, engulfing the water body in a soft dreamy glow.

So romantic.

Pavitr takes your hand in his and places a water lantern in your palms, the light illuminating your features. His eyes shine as they give you a once over, stunned by the angel before him.

And, in that moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

Pushing a strand of curly hair away from his face, you lean in. He watches with baited breath, frozen with pleasant surprise as your soft lips touch his in a firm kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let the overwhelming feeling consume you, the world around you stops moving and time becomes insubstantial; the only thing you know, feel and breathe is each other.

Is this love or rebirth, you can’t tell. You’ve never felt so alive.

When you finally open your eyes, a thousand decades have passed. The world is brighter and lively, more colorful. You gasp as his lips chase yours, not willing to part so soon even though you’re out of breath.

Blood rushes to your cheeks when it dawns on you that this is both of yours’ first kiss! You chuckle, seeing his face heat up just like yours. Flustered, you let your head fall to rest against his palpitating heart. Oh, the woes of youth!

Pavitr cups your hand and gently lowers the water lantern onto the surface of the lake, making it stay afloat.

Very belatedly you realize that the Queen, aka your mother, asked you be home by sunset. You’re here past your curfew! The royal dinner would’ve been over by now -the one you haven’t shown up to.

He rows you quickly back to the shore, but not before splashing some water on your face in jest. Pavitr and you giggle as he swings you bridal style to the palace, landing on your balcony just in time.

“Meri jaan..”, he stops you, presenting a rose, “this is for you.”

Your heart melts.

(He plucked that from your garden but nevermind; it’s the sentiment that matters.)

The gifts you receive as a Princess may be worth the world, but his sentiment is priceless. And that’s what truly commandeers your heart.

You give his cheek a goodbye kiss when the door is being brutally knocked upon, your maidens yelling on the other side that your mother is frantically searching for you. By the time the Queen opens your chamber door, Pavitr has thankfully disappeared.

“Good grief, Y/N dear!”, she cries, clutching her worried heart, “why did you not come for dinner? And, why are you so dirty!?”

The look she gives your dress is enough to make you cringe internally.

You shrug, feigning innocence. “I was just… painting, mother. Forgive me, I must’ve been enjoying it too much to notice the passage of time.”

The Queen shakes her head in exasperation and orders you to clean up, offering to send supper to your rooms instead. You glance out of your balcony as she fusses for new clothes in your wardrobe, looking back to the single red rose in the water jar.

Masked white eyes glimer under the moonlight, a giddy smile spreading across your face as you find them hidden amongst the darkness of your garden trees. He may have vanished from your sight, but he stays in your heart forever.

Your web-slinging Knight in shining eye-mask.

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Hope you liked it <333

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spinchip · 1 year

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can you write something with meri perhaps I know they're my oc but like :autism stare:

aaaaaaaa (dats me yellin) I hope this is okay ORZ

“I have a question.” Meri says, swirling the whiskey they’d poured from Broden Voss’s crystal decanter. They wouldn’t drink it, Broden knows- they hated the taste. Couldn’t stand to kiss him after he’d had a sip. It was more for something to hold, he presumes.

“What now?” He’s sitting at his desk in his chair- authentic leather, the best money could buy. He’d given up on any work, shelving his email response to Stella for a time where Meri wasn’t bothering him. He used to find these meetings amusing... The novelty had worn off. His voice is clipped, annoyed, but Meri either doesn’t notice or foolishly still believes they’re safe.

“Do you know… who I am?” Meri stops swirling the drink, resting it in their lap. They’re perched on the edge of his desk and they’re tense and uncomfortable. They are staring at the wall, expression steely, waiting.

Broden leans back, threading his fingers together and scrutinizing them. He sighs, reaches towards his desk and opens the drawer- Meri doesn’t flinch, but turns to watch him like a hawk- and pulls out a slim box. He pops the golden clasp to reveal… a plain box of cigars. (plain isn’t the right word. They were imported, expensive, exclusive.) Meri deflates, staring down at the cup. They're upset, but not at Broden. He lights one up and savors the taste, “No.” He answers finally, “I don’t.”

Meri jerks in surprise, spinning to face him, “Are you being serious?”

“I never saw the need.” His words are characterized by a smoke trail from his lips.

Too relieved to pick up on the thinly veiled insult, Meri visibly relaxes, “Whew!” They fiddle with the cup again, frowning, “Y’know, Cyrus does. He looked me up.”

Broden goes very, very still. “Is that so?”

“Yeah! He vetted me, the jerk.” Meri scowls, “He said he couldn’t let me get too close without making sure I wasn’t dangerous. Isn’t that messed up? Just when I thought maybe...”

Meri had always overshared when it came to Cyrus Borg- they’d learned it riled Voss up, and a pissy Voss was funny. They hadn’t considered how Voss might act once he was finished playing their game. They keep talking- too long, too clueless of the way the chessboard changed.

He interrupts them during another tangent about Borg that Broden didn’t care to listen to, “I could, if i wanted to.” He says softly, traces of venom in his tone.

“Could what?”

“I could find out who you are, where you work when you’re not stealing from me- even where you live.” He leans forward, reaching over to wrap his hands around the cup. Meri face is a menagerie of emotions. “I never did because I have never seen you as a threat. You’re in my building, Meri. If i wished you dead, you would be.”

There’s a look in Meris eyes- the refusal to believe. A rat caught in the trap that can’t allow itself to comprehend that.

He takes the cup- no use wasting good whisky. “Meri, Meri, Meri…” He sighs, sitting back, “I’m bored.”

There- there it is. Voss doesn’t call the security drones in right away- he was waiting for this. Meris face crumples, dawning horror- the realization, the shock, the fear, the awe- all of it for him. Because of him. Finally Meri realized their place in the hierarchy. They knew exactly what they meant to him- what their very life represents in his-

Absolutely nothing.

Their eyes are wet, and it's the closest to tears Broden knows he’ll get. He doesn’t waste another breath, bringing the cup to his lips as Meri scrambles off his desk, backing away in fear. Their hands shake, and their eyes look wildly around the room- waiting.

He taps a button on his wristwatch, and activates the security drones.

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