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dreamingofmoonshadows · 10 months
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Language asks are amazing!! ☾, ✌, ☯, ♡?
☾ : I have already answered this, so I will answer with another one of my favourites. 'കൗതുകം' (Transliteration : Kauthukam'). It translates to curiousity, intrigue. It is a pretty word, one I loved hearing, as it was rarely used in casual conversation.
✌ : My favourite saying is:
'ഒന്നുകിൽ കളരിക്കുപുറത്തു അല്ലെങ്കിൽ ഗുരുക്കളെ നെഞ്ചത്തു'.
Literally, it translates to 'Either outside the Kalari, on upon your guru's (teacher's) chest', referring to the display of the martial arts of Kerala, Kalari (Both the art, and the building where you learn it share the name, thus the phrase 'outside the Kalari'.) The meaning of the proverb is basically 'either too much or too little, but never in moderation'. I have been the proud recipient of it my entire life, twice from my actual Kalari Gurus! *Proud*
☯ : I adore malayalam for a variety of reasons, but I think my favourite thing about it is the diverse slangs and dialects of the language. From the northern tip of Kasargod to the southern tip of Thiruvananthapuram, malayalam changes its accents, its usages, its phrases. Barely anyone speaks the proper written form of malayalam in day-to-day life. The slangs are all gorgeous in its own way, and I have a special fondness for the literature written in dialects and slangs.
♡ : I learned English, Hindi and Sanskrit in school. English for 12 years, Hindi for eight, and Sanskrit for six. I am fluent in both English and Hindi, and though I can't speak Sanskrit, I have a rudimentary understanding of it. I am also fluent in my mother tongue, Malayalam, but I never learned it scholastically. I learned Malayalam as anyone learns their mother tongue - through hearing it, through reading kid's magazines, and being taught by my parents.
Thank you for the ask~
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alamgirdewanakash · 2 years
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Alamgir Dewan Akash Akash Dewan Alamgir Dewan Akash Akash dewan আলমগীর দেওয়ান আকাশ আকাশ দেওয়ান আলমগীর দেওয়ান আকাশ আকাশ দেওয়ান
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rynne · 2 years
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This is something I’ve been wanting to talk about for a long time, but I wrote this out now thanks to @righteousinadversity’s post about the Yiling Laozu not being the Mr. Hyde to WWX’s Dr. Jekyll. I was going to add on to that one, but this felt like enough of a tangent that it should be its own post. Still, thanks to Sreya for inspiring me to finally get this off my chest.
The conflation of WWX’s Yiling Laozu era with his use of guidao is one of my biggest pet peeves in this fandom, because it ultimately buys into cultivation world propaganda about WWX and therefore feels like it misses the entire point of the novel.
Like, first there are the factual inaccuracies -- WWX does not even get the title until he’s living in the Burial Mounds with the Wens. No one actually knows that he learned his new cultivation in the Burial Mounds at this point. He just tells JC he was in “a hell of a place” when he returns, and JC didn’t even know what he meant because he asked him if it was Qishan or Nightless City. For the entire war, no one has any reason to associate WWX with Yiling.
This means that in the beginning, it’s not his use of guidao that gets him his title. The conflation of the two becomes a thing later and is used to demonize (literally, since the designation of “modao” came from the cultivation world, not WWX) the cultivation path he created.
The whole structure of the novel is in fact used to undermine the “Yiling Laozu is WWX’s evil alter ego” narrative. The effect of having those interwoven flashbacks is to first present the dominant narrative and then undermine that narrative by showing what really happened. The whole conceit of the structure is pretty much destroyed if readers’ ultimate conclusion is that actually, the dominant narrative is right. We are not supposed to read the flashbacks and decide that yeah, the Yiling Laozu was in fact evil.
We are supposed to read hundreds of thousands of words of people calling the Yiling Laozu evil...and then finding out he earned that title as a protector. His title actually came not from use of his cultivation during the war, however scary he was, but from protecting a bunch of people on a mountain.
People in fandom taking “Evil Yiling Laozu” at face value feels like them taking the title of the novel at face value. People may call WWX the “grandmaster of demonic cultivation/modao zushi,” but using that as the novel’s title is ironic, used to highlight the disconnect between the presentation and the reality.
The “Evil Yiling Laozu” narrative is cultivation world propaganda, and I am continually tired of how much anti-WWX cultivation world propaganda the fandom continually buys into.
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444names · 8 months
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russian forenames and cities BUT excluding "sk"
Abata Abazoy Abeleny Aberey Abija Abinovgana Ablan Abrov Abuyegory Achetets Adubik Agandey Aganov Agapyatauly Agarachki Agaray Agdaltsy Agrada Agrino Alaki Alekhan Alets Alezhun Alitkir Alzan Ambalyga Anady Angan Ankutogory Apavgra Apolpa Aravilimoz Arila Arkha Arkhov Arzhuk Ashenki Asnovo Astay Atovolibin Auluny Avakits Avator Avdima Avgan Avichay Avikol Avipavkal Avkat Avlachovo Avlavicow Avlin Avlyadyul Avoroslaya Avresh Babdubireya Bakha Balavichana Batcha Bayefry Bekasha Belesvet Belexeyarin Belid Belny Belnya Berezh Berpuch Berya Beryan Beslotopy Bilovo Binad Binov Blavo Bluzul Boblad Bogoly Bogor Bokovo Bolip Bomon Boretsy Boryussenka Bryanikhovo Bugor Bursh Busherov Butnefa Charashets Chekumelen Cheleut Chert Cheryak Cheturzh Chkanich Danicher Danigory Darno Desov Detsy Dmikhov Dnogorobrad Domasno Dondyuraduz Dudym Dulyar Durio Elbuinovo Elexan Elimin Engeliny Enovo Eredno Furshan Gachia Gadulye Garny Gelicow Golekinasno Goras Goreyakoy Gorimkhopki Gorzha Gross Gubiy Gurinna Gurit Gurmodnya Gustosina Ilislats Illesh Inomosladya Inoukhovo Inovka Inovo Instry Intuykovo Ishcha Islaycha Ivdoka Ivnoya Izlov Josen Kalino Kandetlaw Kangem Kaninino Karach Karden Karkubory Karoityn Karvo Kashayan Kasnovo Katogorya Kavica Kavin Kazheven Kazimov Kemyz Kharasotmar Khoph Khory Kinilavip Kinoga Kiradika Kirkolpa Kirsmay Kitka Kizhnytezh Klisla Kokradny Kolekhuks Koligoposy Konch Kopote Korad Kosloval Kovkardany Kovodisha Kovoss Kovourabin Koyendyashi Kozlya Koznasnov Kradymkin Krakoryl Krano Kubim Kulibiy Kurad Kurocherki Kuromonovka Kuronogda Kuryorsh Ladeysh Latja Layelen Lebertegor Lektyn Letustan Lgoronozh Litrinogor Lubasno Ludnevshuga Ludoria Ludya Lungel Lynka Magafony Magan Makhotva Makirel Mamir Martka Mednimoz Menish Menisla Merevka Mervos Meshirbidot Mesnoka Mezno Micow Mikhovo Mikisovo Milin Milyarovo Mirbek Miropocheka Mirzh Mitalav Mitiye Mitronetsy Molya Monino Moroperezh Murovo Nadim Nadnizda Namboya Nateka Naulya Nekhat Nermovo Nerpudim Nevoyevks Nezhgachi Nogornoy Nogra Nourabry Novkarny Novolavia Novotr Nyanov Nyaria Nyasiluchel Obirist Obnovo Obolovol Ocherenatim Odikol Odurostreya Okupin Okurlinka Olizhevets Olosnorg Ositameinov Osoka Osovits Ostja Ostnefimoz Otogdamitov Otogoy Ozeyugir Ozlyury Patolta Payegey Perisersha Pertayl Petey Petsoksa Petsovo Piondyna Pochevsemof Polovol Porio Prosil Provir Pruboyevo Puchuchay Pudedyak Pugarad Puglek Pusibavda Pusoproitin Pusurta Pyokha Radel Rasivaley Raslangran Rastrovo Rasuva Reltino Roseva Runeftem Ruzlynov Ryate Ryazorovo Rzadar Rzyoslassay Safodka Safonogor Saladny Salia Salinogury Sarad Sayko Segtyr Selom Semil Senari Senno Serechel Sergafim Sevda Sevyshevo Shaidon Shasno Shcherbir Shchuybnir Shiguba Shinardym Shinova Shkanda Shlogorga Siběnata Slinogof Slomyzy Smarasbelip Snelek Sobininits Sobludy Sokrosno Sokuvsereye Solcha Sosar Sosla Sotvertalaw Sovika Sovodoty Spayev Srelokino Sreya Stavun Stenkirny Stetsa Steye Stomor Stray Stupin Suredy Surilyushum Surlaid Svelgor Svenda Svenev Svenish Sverma Svery Svest Svetelye Svetlynov Syzhyov Talinov Tantoksevka Tariamossa Tarkhtya Tavlana Tigaga Tinadzhum Tomozya Tonov Tosnokhada Tovouz Tovsevozyov Tubina Tukha Tupin Turamboy Turezhel Turim Tvaniky Uchevo Urach Uralaw Urlich Vaninov Venika Venikinoye Vensa Verosil Verov Vesta Vestja Vichebel Vitor Vologora Voroits Vorov Vudzeph Vyanik Vyanovo Vyanoye Vyaryorol Vytikhostr Yazeyevo Yeles Yevkalabeka Yubol Yucheg Yudnikh Yugudyorny Yurad Yursalena Yuryshay Yuzuybkin Zadny Zaktyr Zaozhachi Zelezh Zelica Zemka Zepetyaki Zepokudym Zerdedrov Zerdenovya Zhnyar Zovka Zulentin Zvena Zvenotyuga Zvergadyno
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righteousinadversity · 10 months
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Sreya-meimei!! ❤️ Here are my questions for you:
A2, B7, C3, D10. (or if you want, you can answer the same questions you asked me)
Hi Ju er-jie!!
A2. How did you find your first fic?
...Unsupervised internet access would be the main culprit for that. I was eight or nine, I think, and was searching for something about Inuyasha and stumbled upon fanfiction.net. I remember the fic was... a dumpster fire, and I still don't remember what in fresh hell I searched for that to be the first seach result! But that was my entry into the rabbit hole. And now I have made a nice little home down here, and am very content to never get out of it ever.
B7. Which character is your favourite to read about? Why?
Well, I have had a few faves over the years, but for the past three years, it has been Wei Wuxian. I have so much love for his character, I could read about him forever. He is also such a versatile character, that there is a huge variety of fics to be found! Unfortunately, you do have to wade through various fanon tropes on the way to the good ones.
C3.Is there anything that makes you nope out of a story? What is it?
I think some of mine are very similar to yours, Jie. Huge walls of text has me running for the hills. First person is... tricky, depends on the premise and how much it intrigues me. I am also very obstinate about my fandom opinions, and do nope out of fics due to a single line that makes me uncomfortable - but this is only if the general story does not intrigue me to read on. More times than not, my curiosity wins, but they do make me want to stop reading.
D10. What is one story idea you really want to read but no one has written yet?
Okay most of the time I am desperate for a story idea I want to read, it ends up in my WIP pile. But here's one that's not on there. I would love to read a Wangxian fanfiction with regency era vibes. Maybe an Epistolary? Because their cultures began mixing just a generation ago, they are not that knowledgeable about each other's courting traditions. Something light, not too angsty, just them trying to court each other, and figuring things out. Oh, also Lady Cangse Sanren enjoying it far too much. (On second thought, I might just add this to WIP pile too.)
If anyone has recs for fics of this premise that I have not been able to find, please feel free to rec it!
Thanks for the ask, jie!
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fondofeveryprickle · 10 months
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Ju erjie, for the ask game, A10, B9, C3, D8?
Hi Sreya! ❤️
A10. Who did you have your first fanfic-related conversation with? What was it about?
Ohh! This is a hard one, and I'm not really sure? I started reading fics when I was around 12, I remember around that time that I was also trying to write and I took my writing notebook to school with me, so maybe my school friends of the time? Probably explaining to them what fanfic was and what I was trying to write. (fanfic really wasn't mainstream at the time)
But really talking about it? I guess when I was around 15. I joined a Harry Potter forum (yeah, I know) and there were some fic writers communities there, and I was part of one called "fic writers family", there we would exchange ideas and recs, and beta for each other. It was really cool! We were all different ages there, and it was really nice having people older than me who enjoyed fandom and had adult lives.
B9. Who is your OTP?
I'm not the person to have a true OTP in the right sense of the expression, as only ONE true pairing. Some fandoms i have only one pairing that I really like, and some fandoms i like many pairings. So some of my OTPs: Liushen (svsss), Hualian (tgcf), Wangxian (mdzs), Tododeku (bnha), Sterek (teen wolf), and so many others!
C3. Is there anything that makes you nope out of a story? What is it?
Hmmm, depends. Before I open, I always check the tags to see if there's something I don't like and then I avoid it. But there are things that make me nope out after I started reading it. The first thing that comes to mind is first person POV,i hit the back button very fast on these. Sometimes when the characters are too OOC, the walls of text. Other than that, I can't remember anything super specific.
D8. Which fandoms do you read fic for?
So many!! Lately I've been reading a lot of BNHA and SVSSS fics, bnha specifically the gen ones. I also read teen wolf, haikyuu, some game of thrones (I know), after I finish watching some series I like checking out the fics and see if there's anything interesting, there isn't usually a lot of fics on BL series, but some of them are really good! I'm taking a little break from mdzs at the moment, I think I read too much too fast, but the good thing is that when I come back, there will be so many new ones to read.
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surestargument · 1 year
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Sreya and Radko-3, trapped in a cave with a bunch of Hive and about to do something stupid.
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“I don’t know about this,” Ghost fussed for a third time. It zipped around Sreya nevertheless, dutifully finishing up her biometrics scan while she doublechecked her gear. Updates to data she already knew flickered across her helmet’s HUD — low ammo reserves, depleted Light, structural damage to her armor, a list of all her wounds Ghost couldn’t heal fast enough this deep into a Darkness zone  — but right now, she was only focused on one number still ticking up slowly: the alignment rate of her Light with her fellow Guardian.
“Join the club,” she said out loud. “I’m the one who’s gonna have to actually sync up with her, you know.” 
She looked beside her at Radko, Radko’s Ghost a silent mirror of Sreya’s as it completed its own scan. Radko just shrugged at Sreya, impassive and resigned all at once. They both knew they only had two options right now: do nothing and die to the Hive horde hunting them down in these caves, or at least give themselves a chance of making it back up to the surface. Of course Sreya’s Ghost understood that too. 
“Light frequency alignment at 57%,” Ghost reported. Radko’s Ghost remained quiet, preferring to subvocalize directly to Radko. “Estimated time to a full sync, about 3 minutes.” In the distance, they heard the triumphant shriek of a Hive wizard, and the replies of its many Thrall — they had found Sreya and Radko. Ghost’s eye flickered in frustration. “Or whenever they show up. Sreya, we — I mean, Ghost and myself, neither of us have tried this before. And you two are… well, you’re an Awoken, and she’s an Exo. We don’t know how long we can match your frequencies with each other —”
“As long as it boosts Sreya’s Light enough at the start,” Radko said. “We’ll handle the rest if that goes to plan.”
“You heard the fireteam leader,” Sreya said cheerfully. “If we die, we die. Now go stow yourself away.” 
“That wasn’t exactly what she said,” Ghost muttered, but it blinked out and settled into Sreya’s HUD to complete the alignment. 67%, 75%, 88% … Sreya felt something change at the edges of her Light as the number ticked up and her internal equilibrium was forced out of balance too quickly. It was like a deep itch prickling just out of reach, the sensation that there was something not quite right with her body. Her limbs jerked in an involuntary spasm. She shook it out and jumped a few times on the balls of her feet, annoyed that any of this might come off as nerves from the outside. 
Radko ran a gentle finger across the top of her Ghost before it disappeared as well. If she felt any of the same twinges as Sreya did, she didn’t let her body show it. They could both smell the horde’s approach even with the filtered air in their helmets; the Hive were getting closer and closer. Any second now. 
“Ready?” Radko said.
“With you? ‘Course I am,” Sreya said. “But take me somewhere more romantic next time.”
“Don’t lie.” The first traces of amusement entered Radko’s voice. “I know you think some desperate last shootout like this is the height of romance.” 
The Hive burst through the holes of the cavern. Ghost reported that the alignment had just hit 100%. Sreya laughed, in anticipation, in acknowledgement of the truth, turned, and ran headfirst towards the screaming horde.
Radko’s Light hit her like a tank mid-run and then just kept going, pushing her legs forward despite the initial shock of impact. Whatever she’d been expecting from sharing two different Light frequencies, she realized, it was nothing like the real thing. She’d held arc energy in her body before, but only as hunters used it: fluid, precise, tightly controlled; all that lethality compressed down to the sharp edge of a blade. Strikers didn’t have any use for that. They only needed to hit hard and move fast, as far and as long as their Light could carry them. From a distance, all Light looked similar enough when Bladedancers and Strikers were on the battlefield together. She was very quickly understanding now, even through the thrill of feeling her depleted reserves refilled to burst again, that it wasn’t the same thing at all.   
Gritting her teeth, she pushed that aside and forced herself to reach out for the emptiness of the Void. But there was nothing to touch but the storm all around her instead. Blue-white light blinded her, and for a split second, she felt her body stutter through an unfamiliar spike of panic. They’d only planned far enough to figure out how to get enough Light to let her draw her bow, hadn’t had the luxury to consider that a sync might affect her ability to touch the Void in the first place.
If a successful sync meant she still couldn’t use her Light the way she needed to, then what was the point of it? They were still fucked. 
Sreya sucked in a sharp breath, and then two things happened at once. 
She heard Radko say her name through her helmet. And at the same time, somehow more distinctly, she felt what could only have been described as essentially Radko (a rare laugh — Mars sand in her boots — the telltale glow of her red eyes out of the darkness and a solid hand at Sreya’s back) reach out to Sreya (the glint of her knife as she flipped it — an easy but not particularly friendly smile — slow breaths as she stared down her rifle scope — the small ways her expression shifted only when she looked at Radko), a touch between the two of them that was more a series of associations exchanged than actual words, but more deeply understood than anything they could have verbalized.  
In that moment, Sreya was intimately aware of Radko in a way she never had been before — her presence behind her on Sreya’s radar, yes, but also with Sreya now, in her skin and muscles and nerves. In her Light. 
Radko pressed the feeling of certainty across Sreya’s mind as a responding of course to her realization. She hadn’t just dumped her Light reserves on Sreya and then cut herself off; their synchronization went much deeper than that. For however long their Ghosts could balance their frequencies, she was a part of Sreya now. If she had complete control over her storm — and she always had — then Sreya did too.
All this passed in a matter of seconds. Sreya leapt and drew her bow, and this time the Void answered as easily as it ever did. In three quick shots, she pinned the Hive down. Before she’d even landed, her pulse rifle was already out and turned on the tethered Hive. She was low on ammo; she had to make every bullet count.  
Light spilled out of her opponents in great orbs as they fell to her. A flicker of Radko’s anticipation ran through her, told her Radko was making her move before Sreya even registered the heavy steps behind her. Radko raced past Sreya and into the mass of screaming Hive, and the Light from the dead came eagerly to her until she was once again pulsing, crackling with blue-white lightning, a singular loose cannon that tore now through the tethered horde. This was the Radko that Sreya loved seeing the most, so different from her usual tightly controlled self, and to Sreya’s quickly dawning delight, she realized she could do far more than simply watch this time. 
Radko chided her with a brush of discipline against her mind — pay attention — that made her grin, and I am, I am! she affirmed in bright bursts as she gathered up the Light Radko was creating for her now. It’s just — 
(Comprehension, before she even completed the full thought.) I know. (A reflection, a mirror between them.) Me too, remember?
It was just that she could feel it this time. Down to the click and whirr of Radko’s complex machinery, the burst of paper thin Hive skin against her lightning-charged fists, the grit and grime on her armor burning away in a flash as her body carried her to the next target, and the next, and the next.
And somehow even more unexpected (more terrifying, she thought) than that — she could see what Radko was thinking, the way she reassessed and recalibrated effortlessly to both Sreya and the Hive, and she knew she was equally on full display to Radko. It was nothing but flicker-quick impressions between them, natural in the way one’s personal thoughts were, a jumble of mental images and half-formed words and sensory inputs that nevertheless made perfect sense. They’d always enjoyed being opaque to each other; now there was nothing not understood between them. They were moving together as two effortless extensions of one form, Sreya’s bow and Radko’s fists replenishing each other’s Light as they fought their way up through the cave tunnels. It was a perfect sync. It was heady stuff.   
Because she could never resist getting the last word in, Sreya teased Radko with a flash of exaggerated indignation: If you really think I can’t enjoy you killing a bunch of Hive and also kill a bunch of Hive myself at the same time, then I’d almost say you don’t know me at all, except… you know. 
Radko didn’t bother responding, just shoulderchecked a group of Thrall and ran through the opening she’d made, but the brush of her presence in Sreya’s head, dark and warm, felt something like low laughter. Sreya grinned and raced after her. It was clear how the sync would become dangerous soon enough, but in this moment, buoyed by the high of their assured victory, she thought she could follow Radko like this for a long, long time. 
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Their Light began regenerating as soon as they burst out of the caves and onto the planet’s surface, but they still ran until they were well away before Radko stopped them to catch their breaths and let their Ghosts materialize. Sreya immediately fell back on the ground in an exaggerated sprawl. Now that they were out of immediate fire, all her injuries were finally taking a toll on her.
“We need to get out of here,” Radko said to the two Ghosts. “Call up whichever of our ships is closest. And as soon as you get the chance, send a message to the Vanguard about the Hive infestation. They need to increase patrol activity here, make it a high priority for fireteams.” 
“We need to desync you as well,” Ghost pointed out. “It’s probably not good to leave it so long, and I don’t want to cut the line in one go either. And we need to heal your wounds before both of you actually collapse.” 
“One thing at a time,” Sreya said from her position on the ground. She flapped a lazy hand at Radko, but her voice was firm. “Desync us first before it gets too weird. Neither of us are bleeding out right now, and when we get back to the Tower, we can always debrief the Vanguard ourselves.” She felt Radko’s protest, and added, “This planet might as well be bumfuck nowhere, Radko; even when the Vanguard does put out the call, it’s not like anyone’s just gonna immediately show up here tomorrrow.” 
Radko shrugged in acquiescence and sat down next to her, her boot bumping Sreya’s outstretched hand. She let the silence hang between them for all of five seconds before she said quietly, “Think we’re past ‘too weird’ already, anyway.”
Sreya grunted and turned her head away, but she didn’t move her hand. No point in bothering with a reply because she knew Radko already knew, and wasn’t that just great, now that the high was fading while they were still synced. It was almost funny how fast her mood soured. In the caves it had been so simple, so new, to fight with Radko like that, practically as Radko. There was no greater thrill quite like facing life or death with her fireteam leader. But out here on the stillness of the surface, the need for all that focus was gone and now her mind was starting to inevitably flit through trains of thought she absolutely didn’t want to go down while Radko was still a part of her. She didn’t feel connected, she felt exposed.   
“Don’t think about it if you don’t want me to know,” Radko said blandly. That made Sreya snap her head back to glare at her.
“Are you fucking doing that on purpose?” Yes. 
“Yes,” Radko said. “You know I am.” Of course she did. Talking out loud helped pull them out of their own heads, gave them at least the illusion of privacy. “Anyway, it’s nothing I didn’t already know.” And then it was broken all over again. 
“I don’t —” Sreya started, but that was obviously, annoyingly false. Normally it was fun to lie a little and let Radko humor her, even as they were well aware of what was going on between them, but the sync was making it all too transparent, brutal honesty at its worst. “You know it’s different.” 
“It’s not that bad,” Radko said. Sreya gritted her teeth. The worst part was that she could feel that Radko really meant that — she didn’t like it either, but she’d simply accepted the discomfort of knowing that Sreya knew, the way she always did. Sreya usually admired how easily Radko rolled with things — rolled with her —  but now it just infuriated her that Radko wasn’t anywhere near as on edge as she was about something they both weren’t happy with.  
“Sreya, we’re almost done desyncing you two, so please don’t have a heart attack over it,” Ghost cut in. 
“I wish I was having a heart attack, if it meant I didn’t have to deal with this,” Sreya muttered, and meant it. She would have shot herself right now, except Radko was already pressing a warning in her mind to cut that shit out. She threw her head back hard against the ground instead. Radko let her do it, and they both winced from the impact. “Can’t you at least go sit somewhere else? Like anywhere not five inches away from me?”
“You need the exposure therapy,” Radko said. Bastard. Sreya stared up at the sky, breathed through her nose, and thought about shooting Hive in painstaking detail until their Ghosts finally, mercifully unaligned them.
It left a great emptiness left behind in her, flattened her to the ground as her body tried to adjust to being alone again. Gradually, like everything else, it passed. Sreya sat up gingerly and looked over at Radko. She hadn’t moved from her spot, arms resting on her knees, and she very deliberately didn’t look back at Sreya. Sreya knew that was for her own sake, the smallest of mercies offered to her now that they didn’t have to be innately aware of each other’s attention anymore. The eternal contrarian in her balked at being handled gently in any way by Radko. The rest of her, strung out and a single light breeze away from tipping over, was just glad all that was over.  
She cleared her throat and said, “Alright. Let’s never do that again if we can help it.” Good, she sounded reasonably casual.
At the verbal acknowledgement, Radko finally did move; it was just the smallest turn of her head towards Sreya before they both paused, uncertain. Then Radko said, deadpan as usual, “I’m sorry. As your fireteam leader, I’ll make sure to never again put you in a situation where anyone has to know what’s going on inside your brain.”
Sreya huffed a laugh at that, and that was that. 
Radko stood up to go check on her Ghost’s progress and cupped a brief hand to Sreya’s shoulder as she passed. Sreya leaned back against a rock to wait for their ship. Safe in her own head, she let herself replay the feeling of sharing Radko’s mind, the solid intensity of Radko’s affirmation to her, and, shielded by her helmet, she couldn’t help but smile. 
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ladieswholead · 3 months
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A Peek into Interior Design’s Future with Roheena Nagpal and Sreya Seth
Roheena Nagpal, has been curating beautiful spaces since 2018. Plank & Weave is more than a brand; it’s a commitment to excellence, offering furnishings that speak of timeless elegance and unmatched quality. Looking ahead, Roheena shares her vision for 2024, where she envisions a delightful fusion of historical charm with modern materials. In this approach, homes become more than coordinated styles; they transform into personal reflections of individual stories. 
For more Information Roheen Nagpal click the link below: https://ladieswholead.in/a-peek-into-interior-designs-future-with-roheena-nagpal-and-sreya-seth/
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yathraemagazine · 6 months
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29 October 2023 ELEMENTAL THESIS ELEMENTAL THESIS – Solo Exhibition of Paintings by renowned artist SURESH K NAIR   Kerala Lalithakala Akademi in association with the Department of Cultural Affairs, Government of Kerala presents the ‘Contemporary Solo Art Exhibition Project’ at Kerala Lalithakala Akademi Art Gallery, Vyloppilli Samskrithi Bhavan, Thiruvananthapuram. CURATOR OF THE SHOW:  MEGHA SREYAS […]
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alamgirdewanakash · 2 years
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tridemobility · 1 year
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TRiDE Mobility covers trending EV News across India. Take a look at the news from the week below. Read daily news with details at https://lnkd.in/ghuyukgz TRiDE Mobility - EV Rides | Elesco Electric Vehicle | Rajni Kain | RACEnergy | Gautham Maheswaran | Arun Sreyas Reddy | Hala Mobility | Anand Pareek | Srikanth Reddy | Snehith Meda | Okinawa Autotech | Jeetender Sharma | Zypp Electric | Akash Gupta | Rashi Agarwal | Tushar Mehta | Gajendra Arya | Revolt Motors | Jenender Anand | Arun Sharma | IIT Jodhpur, Rajasthan | Matter | Monji Batmunkh | Mohal Lalbhai | Steven Collens |
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sreyasharma · 1 year
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Hey guys, i m sreya sharma.I am waiting very eagerly to make your evening colorful and full enjoyment. 
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hajialijuicecentre · 1 year
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Uncover your taste buds with Haji Ali Juice Centre in Panampilly Nagar, Kochi
One of the most unique aspects of the Haji Ali Juice Centre is its menu. The menu is simple, consisting of a variety of fresh juices, shakes, and mocktails made from seasonal fruits and other ingredients. What sets the Haji Ali Juice Centre apart from other juice centers is the traditional method used to make the drinks. The fruits are pressed by hand, resulting in a pure and natural taste that cannot be replicated by any machine. The drinks are then served in earthenware pots, adding to the traditional feel of the place.
In conclusion, the Haji Ali Juice Centre is a must-visit for anyone who loves good food and good company. Whether you are a local resident or a visitor to the city, a trip to the Haji Ali Juice Centre is a journey back in time, where you can experience the timeless charm of traditional Indian culture while enjoying a delicious drink. So, the next time you’re in Panampilly Nagar, Kochi, be sure to stop by the Haji Ali Juice Centre and treat yourself to a taste of tradition. https://goo.gl/maps/LA3jPvcjDkZWfhc77
Our location is at HB 06 SREYAS ARCADE, Ground Floor, Opp. Bank of Baroda, Main Avenue Panampilly Nagar, Kochi, Kerala 682036. You can also contact us at 09048601234 or 098473 66636.
Our Opening Hours: Open ⋅ Closes 12 AM
Whatsapp us: https://wa.me/919048601234
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