#amrut writes

[khwxbeeda]

Date Ideas: Desi Edition

I'm in my TS Lover Era and I need some Pune date ideas so uh.. enjoy my thinking process ig

A proper date: dinner and drinks. Proper manners and polite conversation over good food and good beverages/drinks. You and your date pretend to be very serious adults with very serious jobs, and when you walk out of the restaurant you share a secret laugh as if you've pulled the greatest prank ever.

Chaha date. Standing on the side of a road under the insufficient cover of the chai stall with your fingers gripping the edge of plastic cups or mud tumblers, taking a deep sniff and closing your eyes at the smell of veldoda that wafts up. Looking up and catching their gaze already fixed on you, and looking back down, feeling the heat spread over your cheeks. You attribute it to the chaha's steam, but you know that's a lie. When you look back up, they're wating for you. They wink, and you nearly drop your cup, making them stifle a giggle.

Kulfi date. It's a crowded lane and you cram into the little hole in the wall kulfi parlour that's been there since your parents were children, excited smiles on both your faces. You order laal peru and request them to sprinkle chilli powder on top. Your partner gives you a dramatic scandalized look that has you cracking up and orders a sitafal kulfi without the chilli, please and thank you. With a lot of whining and teasing and mischievous smiles, you finally get them to taste your kulfi, and it ends with them ordering it for themself. You lean back in your chair and grin smugly even as they roll their eyes.

Book thrifting. Hands held, you walk into your usual book shop, a smile lighting up your face at the familiar smell of mogra and yellowing pages that hangs in the little room. It's a tiny shop in the basement of a shady old plaza, but it always has the best second hand books. The idea is to buy a book you think the other will enjoy, and then discuss them when you are done reading them. You pick up Ruined by Paula Morris, because you remember the three M's that your date swears by: Magic, Murder and Mystery. This is a perfect blend of all three, and you rather think they'll enjoy it. When you meet them at the counter, they have Nashtaneer by Rabindranath Thakur in their hands. You both grin at each other.

Juna Bazaar is as crowded as always. You giggle as they grip your wrist and drag you from shop to shop, rambling about their lecture in college. The sonchafa that you had tucked behind their ear is still there, and it makes something warm settle in your heart. You keep your mind on the mission though: buy three of the most interesting things you see, and then explain why you think it is interesting. They gasp and snap up a beautiful crystal vial like a magpie. It turns out to be kajal, made the traditional way. "You have to!" they insist, "it'll look so good with your pretty eyes!" You turn red and accept the little wand, dragging it between your eyelids. When you're done, your partner stares at you with their lips parted. Just as you're about to wave in front of their eyes and ask if they're okay, they lean forward and steal a lightning-fast kiss. "Too darn pretty for your own good, you are."

Camp area date! You two take a whole day to just stroll through Camp, pulling each other into random shops and cafés, looking at everything and eating from restaurants and roadside stalls alike. Your partner drags you deep into a sketchy looking plaza, and you find a clothing shop that sells the most random fashion items. You go to an ittr and perfume store. You visit Pasteur Ice Cream, Cafe Peter, the chaat stalls near Clover Centre and the barbeque corn stalls a little ways from Kumar Plaza. At the end of the day, you go home and show each other all your purchases; they bought you a bejewelled purse that goes with that one pair of your heels and you squeal over it, you bought them a chandan attar because you remember them mentioning it being their favourite smell and they immediately rub it over their wrists with a bright smile.

The two of you are tucked into a little corner of the garden. Sitting on an old bedsheet with several lunchboxes filled with bhel, samosa, kaju katli, shrikhand, slices of mango and watermelon and a bunch of green grapes. Your phone plays a familiar tune— Ishq Wala Love, and you're mouthing the lyrics in the most dramatic style that you can, revelling in the laughter of your partner. There is a mogra cha gajra braided into your hair and three roses tucked behind their ear; your little gifts to each other. Their eyes gleam bright with mirth, lips curved upward into a wide grin, and you can't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to their lips. This picnic date is the best idea you've had in a while, you think, and the late spring flowers in bloom are the perfect addition.

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Tag list: @mad-who-ra @yehsahihai @natures-marvel @musaafir-hun-yaaron @hum-suffer @h0bg0blin-meat @orgasming-caterpillar @wyvrens @kanha-sakhi

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[siriusblack-the-third]

The one word that best fits Percy, Annabeth thinks, is Gentle. And it is entirely by design.

Percy grew up hated by his stepfather, hated by his schoolmates and teachers and tutors. He grew up with the words "delinquent", "stupid", "troublemaker" thrown at him, stinging his heart at first and then sliding ineffectually off his back over the years. Annabeth has seen him at his worst, and she knows that it is not in Percy's nature to be gentle. He's a hurricane.

It's in everything he does.

His eyes shift and change with the tides, with his emotions, from happy to angry to sad to exhausted to smug all within moments of each other. Sometimes, she catches a glimpse of something Other, something that makes him look cruel and heartless in the worst yet most beautiful of ways. The first time she had seen that look was when he had packed up the head of Medusa to send it to the Gods.

(It had scared her, then. Now any reminder of it makes her laugh.)

He holds himself in a way that says fuck around and find out, in a way that says he's the most dangerous person on this planet and he knows it, in a way that makes you stop and look and then stamp down the urge to take a few steps back. His back is always straight and his shoulders are always pulled back, but he always looks relaxed. His head is always a little low, reminiscent of the way a bull lowers its head when it's going to charge. His hands are always in his pockets, fiddling with a pen that has been with him since he was twelve. People scatter out of his way like getting within ten feet of him would get them killed.

(They're not wrong.)

Annabeth can only describe his fighting as chaotic. He is a literal whirlwind, movements fluid and unpredictable, sword slashing through the air with such speed that it's almost invisible. He's terrifying and beautiful and mesmerizing when he wages war, all sharp edges and ruthless strikes placed right where it would take his opponent down the fastest. Sometimes when he feels particularly violent, his hits are non lethal yet painful, making his opponent cry and scream, making him grin with teeth too sharp and eyes too bright.

And yet.

Gentle is the best word Annabeth can think of to describe Percy.

Percy, who cradles her face oh so carefully when he kisses her softly and slowly, just the way she likes when a nightmare wakes her up. Percy, who curls up into a ball next to her and buried his head into her stomach to hide from the terrors in his own dreams. Percy, who looks at his sister with the most adoring look Annabeth has ever seen on his face, who smiles at his mother with that spark of awe in his eyes like he still can't believe he got such a wonderful mother, who is patient and caring with every camper that asks him to help.

She can only think of gentle.

Gentle, because Percy likes to be reminded of the good things in the world. Gentle, because Percy works towards being so despite it not being a natural part of him. Gentle, because after years of war and bloodshed and battle and violence, they have made it to peace. Peace, where they can afford to make the choice to be gentle.

Percy is a Hurricane. Percy is Gentle.

Annabeth loves all of him.

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Tag list:

@narcissa-black-supermacy @the-chaosbringer @in-flvx @padfootastic @gracelesslady23 @mycupofrum @just-another-godless-god @fiendishfyre @ad1thi @prongsfoot-wolfstar @siriuslystarbucks @xxmysticrose18 @ghostie-06 @pan-diasaster @h-m-i-a-n @constant-diablerie @strwbi-laces @shanti-ashant-hai @remen-nyoodles

#percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo series #heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson meta #meta #pjo meta #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy x annabeth #amrut writes

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Narnia Headcanons

Queen Susan the Gentle

Never married, but so renowned was her beauty that she received countless courting offers from kingdoms all over the Mainland and even the archipelagos beyond the Lone Islands. Got sick of it within a year, and stopped going out of Narnia on account of matrimonial alliances after the Rabadash fiasco.

Personally took in Aravis Tarkheena as an apprentice after the battle at Archenland, and a few years down the line, officiated her wedding to Shasta on the couple's request.

The Narnians gave her many epithets. A few of them are thus: Queen Susan the Fierce, Susan the Eagle-Eyed, the Peacemaker Queen, Defender of the People, etc. In Narnia, she was respected for her intelligence and for being a fierce warrior and archer.

Surrounding nations gave her the following titles: Queen Susan the Divine, the Celestial Beauty, the Heavenly Queen, and so forth. Outside, Susan was famous for her beauty and not much else. It chafed, to not be known for her intelligence or strength. She disliked her foreign titles for their shallowness.

She and the others adopted Peter's tradition of adding a braid every time a battle/duel was won. She would also regularly add flowers to her hair, unlike Peter who only let Lucy braid flowers into his hair on special occasions. She chose the flowers carefully depending on their meaning and how it related to each battle. When they fell out of Narnia, Susan had eighteen braids and types of flowers in her hair.

Detested war, and very rarely rode out to battle— only when there was no other way and she was absolutely required on the battlefield would she don armour and command the archers. She was just as good a strategist as her siblings, and won every battle that she led.

War paint was worn both in court and on the battlefield. In court, her war paint was her makeup— rouge cheeks, rosy lips, black kohl, pearls woven into her hair, shimmery dust on her eyelids and cheekbones. On the battlefield, she caked gold dust on her lips, eyelids and cheekbones till she shone like the sun. She was often called the Radiant Archer.

An athletic nerd; the exact opposite of Peter. She adored being outdoors with a bow and a quiver and sword-wielding with her siblings, but she would rather be in the library with her head in the books or in the throne room attending to the problems of the people.

Her favourite subjects were Literature, Governance and Economics. She had a head for Logic, and would often be found debating these subjects with Ed in their free time. She was a logical creature and rarely gave into emotions when making decisions, which made her well suited to settling internal disputes.

Chess with her sister was her favourite passtime. Lucy was an imaginative strategist and playing her was always a herculean challenge, and Susan quite enjoyed spending hours on the other side of the board from Lucy. Playing Peter was a delightful time, of course, but she liked to spend time with Lucy.

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #amrut writes about narnia #narnia headcanons #the chronicles of narnia headcanons #susan pevensie headcanons #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #pevensies #pevensie siblings #the pevensie siblings #the pevensies

[ash-says]

Being in touch with your sensuality:

On today's episode of ash-says we are going to talk about how to get in touch with your sensuality. Personally it's something I am very passionate about and kind of indulgent too.

Sensuality helps me in feeling alive and in tune with myself. I can't guarantee it for everyone but for me it works wonders. It's like the "Amrut" or "rejuvenating water" (for a lack of better terms) for me. Along with that it's the most healthy way for expressing my sexuality and keeping it in control to not let it affect my day to day functioning.

Here are some ways I incorporated in the last five years of my life to be in touch with my sensuality:

1) Exercise: No matter what I am going to vouch for this always. The way it helps me in expressing the surplus energy and controlling my desires is a chef's kiss. Plus helps in tackling the sluggish feeling.

2) Dance: Especially the slow sensual seductive dance. Not only it's a good outlet but above all that it validates the emotions and creates a space to delve in it to create a beautiful synchronisation with the body movements.

3) Art: Create! Create! Create! Nothing better than creating beautiful art or writing poems, stories,etc to voice your passion for the world and it's offerings.

4) Music: I have playlists on Spotify that specifically cater to my sensual mood. It has all the songs that can set a tone for the bedroom (iykyk). Singing to it or dancing works wonders. It's a magical experience.

5) Meditation: You can meditate on those feelings to internalize it and put all that energy in proper use for achieving a goal,etc. This is something I very rarely do because I am a very active person but putting it out here cause it works for some people.

6)Play Barbie: This is my personal favourite. After all I am just a girl. I put on some makeup, wear a bold sexy outfit or a cute dress (depending on the mood) then spend my time reading a romance novel and listening to sensual songs. It's my kind of therapy🦋🦋

7) Be a model: Being all dressed up but not clicking any photos you got to be kidding me!!! Come on girl! Pose and click! You are not going to be this young again. The best thing I do is this. It literally helps in skyrocketing my confidence. I don't click pictures daily but boy when I do, God forbid!!

8) Unlearn the shame: The basic one. You need to own your body first and appreciate it. I know saying is easy but hey you won't get there if you never start.

9) Imitate things that you find sexy: I will explain this with an example, so I find laying on the bed on my chest with my legs dangling in the air extremely sexy so when I am alone I will lie on the bed in that way as a way of expressing. Secondly, we all know sipping wine while reading a book is incredibly sexy while being dressed all slutty but I don't consume alcoholic beverages so as an alternative I drink pomegranate juice. Plus I find pomegranate as the sexiest fruit for obvious reasons.

10) Invest in things that make you feel sensual and seductive: It doesn't need to be costly. Find your sexy and invest!! For me it's aroma candles, jewellery, deep neck tops, skirts, ribbons, art honestly I have developed a knack to turn any ordinary thing into something seductive atp I feel. Everything works for me. So exploreeee!! If you are experimental enough and don't have parental risks you can try out sex toys too.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

#girlblogging #glow up #it girl #self care #that girl #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #self love #becoming that girl #dark feminine energy #becoming her #feminine energy #the art of seduction #the 48 laws of power #self development #self help #self reflection #level up journey #level up #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #that girl aesthetic #femme fatale vibes #femme fatale #seduction #thewizardliz #wellness #motivation #healing #ash-says #dream girl

[siriuslyasorceress]

Monday snippet

thank you for the tag @lovelymasks

This is a little snippet of the story I have been posted snippets of before. I actually finished writing it, so just the editing phase remaining *exiting screech* (and possibly some beta to cut the boring bits, we shall see hehe).

Anyway, enjoy this little flashback scene:

“So you what, just decided to smoke MY puffapod stems without me even being present?!” James says exasperated one evening when he notices his own missing stash.

Sirius just shrugs unapologetic as he stretches out his legs in his bed, too high to care. It’s a glorious feeling after caring all too much. “Looked like you were busy.”

“What, for all 10 of my puffs?”

“You are busy a lot these days, Prongs.” It’s meant to sound nonchalant, like Sirius doesn’t care at all, instead his voice sounds bitter even to his own clouded ears.

James huffs out an annoyed breath before he walks over to Sirius. “Budge,” he commands and shoves on him until he manages to squeeze in on his bed. Sirius feels bratty enough to not give him even an inch more, so their shoulders are pressed tightly together as James stubbornly tries to get comfortable. He takes the puffapod stem from Sirius’ lips with a defiant glint in his eyes. Sirius lets him. Of course he does.

Tagging(but no pressure ofc): @amrut-aa, @loverboyjamespotter , @sunkinger

#my writing #monday snippet #prongfoot #bambibelle #sirius black #james potter

[orgasming-caterpillar]

HELLO EVERYONE

WELCOME MY NEW FRIEND @h0bg0blin-meat INTO THE FRIEND GROUP HE IS SO AWESOME

He's 18, Assamese, also writes and draws just like me. His insta is @lussy-fur he regularly posts rly adorable art there (i am so obsessed with his ocs chandra and benu, expect them to crossover with raghveer sometime) oh and did i mention he is also in the doyh fandom

He also has really cool fkn birbs like look at these bad boys

He is very cool that is all i just wanted to introduce him

Tagging the mutuals: @musaafir-hun-yaaron @akidev @amrut-aa @desi-tumblllr-dot-com @philomelasgf

[roalinda]

tagged by @amrut-aa ❤ sorry for the late answer and ty for the tag. ❤

put your Spotify on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first ten twenty songs. Post the poem that results.

Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right Welcome to the city of lies  If you're a lover, you should know The mist in the air, hiding the sins  It started with a call I stupidly answered  Hello, it's nice to meet you I miss the taste of sweeter life  You stitch your dreams  Oh, Mamma mia something's lately drives me crazy 

The last lines kinda look like a poem tho xD tagging @mycupofrum @lovelymasks @soopsiedaisies

@annabtg @mitsuki91 @gracelesslady23

No pressure ❤

#tag game

[mycupofrum]

Getting to Know You Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @amrut-ofthegods 💙

Three ships: Besides Prongsfoot, I’ll say

Drarry (but I’m picky; I prefer them as adults and having to go through all sorts of difficulties and angst before they actually get to a place where they can have a relationship. But smut at any point is fine and more than welcome.)

Jilypad

Cherik (X-Men; it’s been a while but I was so deep in this ship and fandom ten years ago and I still think about it sometimes. There’s so much creative canon and especially AU fanfiction written about them.)

First ship: Jily, years ago.

Last Song: High Infidelity by Taylor Swift

Last Movie: Pearl Harbor (I’ve been going through 90s and 00s romcoms and dramas lately. It’s very eye opening in good and bad.)

Currently Reading: The Golden Fool by Robin Hobb

Currently Watching: Billions, The Morning Show and Foundation

Last thing I wrote: A scene in my Prongsfoot Fest fic. Here's a snippet:

“We’d be happy to have you, James. I know Sirius would love to meet you, too.” “Sirius?” James asks weakly. “Regulus’s brother,” Walburga replies. “He’s very protective of Regulus, but I’m sure you and him will get along.”

Currently writing: Prongsfoot Fest fic. That’s all I’m focusing on right now, afterwards I have a whole lot of WIPs waiting so I’ll get back to those then.

Open tag! Feel free anyone who wants to do this.

#tag game #getting to know you #wips

[strwbi-laces]

put your spotify on shuffle and write down the first line of the first ten songs. Post the poem that results. tagged by @amrut-aa ty!!

February, and the flowers haven't even wilted

If I keep myself at home, I won't make the same mistakes

You leapt from crumbling bridges

I've been feeling lightheaded

Summertime and the livin's easy

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet

I'm a teenage beauty queen of sorts

Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train

Carry on my wayward son

Fear fun, fear love, fresh out of fucks forever

tagging @iheartmoons and @fefifofae <33

#tag games

[jaksongroup]

How Government Incentives are Fueling the Solar Revolution in India?

India is witnessing a solar revolution. This surge towards renewable energy is being significantly fueled by a robust set of government initiatives and incentives. India's solar energy capacity has witnessed a significant rise.

According to the Ministry of New and Renewable Energy, solar power capacity has nearly tripled in the last five years, jumping from 21,651 MW to a staggering 70,096 MW. This phenomenal growth is driven by a two-pronged approach: large-scale solar projects and a boom in rooftop installations. Favorable government policies like the government solar panel schemes and a significant drop in solar power plant costs have been the key catalysts for this surge.

Here's How Government Incentives Are Propelling India's Solar Sector Forward

1. Financial Aid and Subsidies

Subsidies for Rooftop Solar: Schemes like the Pradhan Mantri Sahaj Bijli Har Ghar Yojana (PM-SBGH) offer financial assistance to households for installing rooftop solar panels. This solar panel subsidy brings down the upfront cost, making solar power more accessible.

Loans with Attractive Rates: Govt. solar panel scheme and solar energy initiatives like the Kisan Urja Suraksha Evam Utthan Mahabhiyan (Kusum) provide easy loans with concessional interest rates for farmers to set up solar pumps. This not only reduces their electricity bills but also frees up grid power for other uses.

2. Tax Benefits

Tax Exemptions: The government offers tax exemptions on income earned from solar energy projects. This makes solar power generation a more attractive investment proposition.

Accelerated Depreciation: Businesses installing solar panels can claim accelerated depreciation, allowing them to write off the cost of the system over a shorter period, reducing their tax burden.

3. Policies and Regulations

Net Metering: Net metering solar energy policies allow individuals with rooftop solar panels to sell excess electricity back to the grid. This encourages investment in solar power and reduces the pressure on conventional power sources.·        

Renewable Purchase Obligation (RPO): The RPO mandates electricity distribution companies to source a certain percentage of their power from renewable sources like solar. This creates a guaranteed market for solar power plant producers.

4. Government Programs and Missions

National Solar Mission (NSM): Launched in 2010, the NSM aims to significantly increase India's solar power capacity. This mission has ambitious targets and provides a roadmap for achieving them.

Atal Mission for Rejuvenation and Urban Transformation (AMRUT): This Govt. solar panel scheme

allocates funds for the installation of solar panels on government buildings and public spaces, reducing energy consumption and setting an example for wider adoption.

The Impact of Incentives

The solar panel subsidy and more such government incentives related to solar energy have played a crucial role in making solar power more affordable, attractive, and accessible for homes, businesses, and industries. As a result, India has witnessed a phenomenal rise in solar power capacity, emerging as a global leader in the renewable energy sector.

Way Forward

The government's continued commitment to solar power development is vital for India's energy security and its fight against climate change. Future initiatives may focus on: 

Storage Solutions 

Developing efficient and cost-effective energy storage solutions to address the variability of solar power generation.

Innovation and Domestic Manufacturing

Encouraging research and development in solar technologies and promoting domestic manufacturing to create a self-reliant solar ecosystem. By continuing to provide well-designed incentives and fostering a supportive policy environment, India can further solidify its position as a solar superpower, ensuring a brighter future powered by clean energy.

#Rooftop Solar

[sakura-rose]

The Queen

22/05/12

Our second session: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tVFhjiLl9k&t=202s (Battle in DnD 5e can drag out quite long. This session begins with battle and can be a bit of a slog... so I wrote up a play by play on how the battle panned out. While not the best writing, reading it allows you to skip the first hour of the stream and not be lost.) Opening Battle: The session opens with the battle against the Unknown Bear creature. Sora is the first to react, moving from the back of the room, up to the front, giving Amrut a hand up onto his feet while teasing him “It’s not the time to sleep”. Phoenix quickly tosses a gadget that rolls into the creature’s chamber and releases a puddle of grease under its feet causing it to fall, limbs splayed out in all directions. Lewis runs up between Judith and Amrut, grabs the vase with the essence in it, closes the doors to the chamber, and urges everyone to retreat. The opposing team disappears into the darkness of the hall on the right, as the unknown creature lunges towards the now closed doors, managing to knock Amrut, who was on the other side, back down onto his butt. Judith, managing to stay on her feet, dives into the water on the right and makes it into the hall. As she climbs on to the stairs, she writes with her quill, healing Amrut who is right behind her. She then turns, looks at the door and waits for them to fling open, readying the spell photographia for her best shot yet. As Amrut makes his way out of the water and onto the stairs, he looks back at Barnabal, (the idiot from the other team that died last session) and in a low grumbly voice commands him to “Rise”. Phoenix sees the dead body of Barnable which laid on the ground next to her rise and walk to the door that temporarily holds the unknown mouther at bay. Phoenix utilizes another grease ball, leaving a puddle just outside the doors for when the creature breaks through before she and Jenkins jump into the water. The bear shaped creature breaks open the doors, smashing Barnable against the far wall. In that brief moment of Barnable’s flight, Judith’s photographia spell goes off, catching a snapshot which includes Amrut’s horn, Phoenix and Jenkins swimming towards her and a menacing bear behind crashing doors. The bear barrels through, unaware of the grease waiting for it, slides past the targets in the water, as its feet come out from under it, it takes a wild swing at Phoenix with its massive claws, barely missing her and falling prone once again. Sora, unable to leave Phoenix behind, back tracks to her friend and gives her a helping hand out of the water and onto the stairs, looking forward to the “Master Sweet” they were promised. Sora temporarily letting off glittering gold sparks, runs with the speed of the wind down into the darkened hall. Phoenix, Jenkins and Lewis rush after her. The crew soon finds themselves at the edge of a crumbling bridge. Cracked and shattered in places, it looks as if it’s about to collapse into the water beneath. Tasha, the leader of the opposing team, lets everyone know the water below is bitterly cold. She dashes across, as Gambit (the artificer of the other team) decides to jump into the water, afraid his weight would bring the bridge crashing down. He takes severe damage doing so, but manages to come up on the other side. Quill declaring how light he is, dashes across the bridge, taking a nice hard jump right in the middle, and causes twenty square feet of the bridge to crumble into the water below as he makes it to the other side.  A roar can be heard in the hall behind the group, the unknown creature’s charging footsteps are not far behind. Judith runs onto the bridge, but turns back, looking behind her, she sees the creature coming, a mere 20feet or so behind Phoenix, she pulls out her quill and writes “It chased them through the tunnel, but it got distracted by a boiling pit of honey.” (Casting phantasmic force & unsettling words.) Amrut begins to run across the bridge, making it half way, he is suddenly surrounded by water (a skill of his) disappearing and reappearing further down the hall. Sora, easily long jumps over the portion of collapsed bridge Quill had destroyed. She lands with a roll and thanks Quill for the chance to “practice her hops”. Quill responds with “We’re a team after all!” which elicits a “fuck you” from Amrut. Phoenix and Jenkins dash across the bridge, unfortunately as they pass Judith, the bridge crumbles behind them, and out from under Judith. She falls, taking damage from the rubble, she screams out and surrounded by a bright light, her light rune activated and relocates her to the edge of bridge, right beside Phoenix and Sora. Lewis, now the only one on the same side as the monster, holds the vase tight and attempts to jump across the 20ft span in the crumbled bridge. As he pushes off into the jump, more bridge crumbles behind him, he just lands on the other side, and looking around, checks to make sure everyone made it alright. The opposing team continues to run ahead, and around a corner. Judith looks back at the creature chasing them, it has been duped by her illusionary honey pit, it looks as if it’s crawling through honey, it is trying to swim through a substance that’s not there. It makes its way to the edge of the bridge, but the bridge collapses beneath it, landing into the water below. As he eyes the party, an enchantment of some sort is activated, a bright light engulfs the room and sends it back, it is not allowed on a floor that is not its own. (Chase scene comes to an end… time stamp: 58:40)

#dnd5e #legendsofeldaaerth #Phoenix

[khwxbeeda]

At the age of eight, I first learnt jealousy. I learnt it by feeling it, by grabbing it with both hands and tugging it close to my heart; my mother kissed my baby sister's forehead, but not mine. Never mine.

At ten, I learnt betrayal. Someone I though would be a true friend turned her back on me in the blink of an eye, and I spent the days alone, no one to hold hands and laugh with. She walked with the popular crowd, and I walked between the shelves of the library; maybe the books would be better friends.

By the time I turned twelve, I had learnt loneliness. I sat alone at lunch tables in school, I sat alone at the dinner table in my home. My sister was six and a monster for taking away all my parents' love, and my classmates were thirteen or fourteen and monsters for trying to take away my books. It was better to be away than suffer, I decided, and I didn't mind the loneliness much.

Thirteen was the age that taught me sadness. I went to school, studied, came back home, studied, ate, and went to bed. I buried tears and suffocated my crying with my pillows, and woke up with red-rimmed eyes that I ran to hide from my mother, as if she would care enough to ask if she did see them. I cried in the bathroom, my head bent over the sink so I didn't have to look in the mirror and my teeth digging into my bottom lip to stop the sounds from coming out. I learnt to cry silently that year.

Fourteen... was an empty year. There were no more tears left. No more crying. No more sadness or jealousy or anything. I did what I was told to do with a book in one hand and my schoolbag in the other, lips sealed shut and face cast in marble. No one wanted to know what I had to say, I did not want to say anything to anyone. (A few years later, I came across an article describing dissociation.)

Fifteen was anger. So much anger. I was angry at everything and everyone; at the world, at my classmates, at my teachers, my parents, my sister. At myself. An eternal fire burned in the back of my throat and in the pits of my heart and it refused to be extinguished: I wanted to scream, wanted to rage, wanted to throw things and destroy everything in my path. I was so so angry, all the time. I read, somewhere, that fifteen was the worst age to be. I pushed the fireball of anger deeper down, and agreed.

At sixteen, I was good at ignoring my thoughts. I looked at the ledge of the roof and turned away; I refused to step within twenty feet of it. I looked at the shine of the knife blade and put it down; I refused to cut fruit and vegetable. I looked at the rope in the corner of the balcony and stepped back into the house; I would not set the laundry out to dry. I buried myself in my textbooks— Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Mathematics, English, Hindi. I got higher marks than I'd ever gotten. My mother ran a hand over my head and smiled at me in a way she hadn't in the last ten years. I flinched away from her touch.

Seventeen... I was in bed. Surgery was nasty business, and throughout the seventeeth year of my life I went through seven of them. I laid in bed, a bandage over my left eye and tears rolling down my right cheek. I'd studied. I'd studied till I collapsed when I was sixteen, but I didn't get to sit for my 12th boards. All my efforts were in vain. At seventeen, I was in bed, and I languished.

Eighteen. Eighteen was the whirlwind year. I sat for my 12th boards but didn't get the marks I hoped for. I forgot that I'd registered for PCM and PCB CET until I got the emails, and then gave up on studying. The results were 95% for both exams. I changed my trajectory, and was granted admission in Fergusson. I yelled at my parents with tears in my eyes and kissed my sister on her forehead with a smile on my face. I made friends. I smiled, I laughed, I talked more and more with each passing month. Eighteen was a whirlwind. Eighteen was good to me.

Now, I am nineteen. Let's see how this year goes, shall we?

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[siriusblack-the-third]

marauders aesthetic: dark academia

sirius: chin length silky hair in a shag cut. fingers stained with motor oil and black ink. drives everyone crazy with the bold black eyeliner he gets marlene to teach him. twirls his wand and quills between his fingers. old leather jackets thrown over messily buttoned shirts. tie hanging untied around his neck. reads any book he can get his hands on. always has a peppermint on his person. if you're close enough to get a sniff, he smells of damp grass, leather, parchment and mint. chess comes as easy as breathing to him. can't sleep at night, so he climbs out the window and sits on the top of gryffindor tower to stare at the stars. french is his first language, and he speaks italian, greek and latin. only has to study occasionally for herbology. a properly made macchiato, always. half smirks and cocky grins, and grey eyes that spark with mischief. cruel streak a mile wide, so he hates getting angry. a little bit of a slob (it drives james mad). won the under 19 europe duelling tournament at age fourteen. god tier poker face. climbs into james' bed after particularly terrifying nightmares. hums french songs to him to calm himself down. david bowie, led zeppelin, ac/dc, sex pistols. immense raw power that sizzles under his skin and smells like lightning storms. his magic is visible in his veins when he gets emotional. silver eyes, sharp glare, wicked words, even crueler spells. mastermind behind more than half of their pranks. when he laughs, he sounds like the pureblood he is; all refined and perfect. at six feet four inches, he's the tallest of the marauders. loves giving james shit for being shorter than him. plays the violin, and composes sometimes. it reminds him of the nights he locked himself and regulus into the music room at home and played till his fingers bled. perfect waltz, perfect posture, perfect table manners and perfect posh accent.

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remus: curly golden brown hair in messy undercuts, lanky body and lean muscles. five foot nine inches and hates it. leaves when a person lights up a cigarette; says the smell is overwhelming on his senses. always has a cup of black coffee with him, but never drinks it. comfy jumpers, pressed trousers, perfect uniform, prefect badge pinned to the front. piercings— tongue, ears, nose and lip. charms the tongue piercing to taste like chocolate. hates reading, but does read a few of the books that james recommends. will never give up a chance to sleep in. polite smiles and genial nods in the presence of teachers, quirked eyebrows and infuriating smirks otherwise— he's a two faced little bitch and he's proud of it. doesn't get angry, but does get annoyed. hates confrontation, and will get out of one as fast as possible. sharp wit, sharper tongue. dry, sarcastic remarks under his breath that make peter cry with laughter. a human heater. fingers stained with blue ink and chocolate smudges. if he's not with the marauders, he's either sleeping or studying in the library. best at defence against the dark arts, but still not as good as sirius and james. speaks welsh, scots gaelic and old english. learns french and latin from sirius. a complete, utter mess; everything from his school satchel to his wardrobe to his bed is chaos (james despairs over his habits). absolutely loathes history of magic and potions. favourite subject is care of magical creatures, mostly due to the chaos that professor kettleburn causes. elton john, cher, tchaïkovsky. cannot play any musical instrument, but loves it when sirius and james duet together. smells like chocolate, cinnamon, and honey. owns a diary, and gets called a girl for it by peter. has chronic joint pain that is aggravated by the scotland weather. difficult relationships with his parents, but he still loves them and they love him back.

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james: messy curls long enough to be tucked behind his ears. the only one who can beat sirius at chess. had an indian accent the first three years of hogwarts. plays the piano to calm himself. six foot one inch and hates it because sirius keeps giving him shit. fingers stained with charcoal, graphite, and alta dye applied for bharatanatyam. always moving, can never sit still unless he's reading or sketching. kajal lining brown eyes and dotted behind his ear for good luck. bright smiles and fondly exasperated shakes of his head. mother hen because "none of these idiots can be trusted to look after themselves". brown skin that just gets darker from quidditch practice in the sun. reads literally anything he can get his hands on, genre does not matter. dozens of journals filled with detailed sketches of anything and everything that catches his eye (a couple of journals are dedicated solely to green eyes. a couple more are filled with sketches of sirius). outstanding at transfiguration and arithmancy. never has to study (it drives peter to apoplexy). does not get offended or angered easily, but will go off on anyone who insults his friends. fits into any clique— jock, nerd, theatre kid, musicians, you name it. hopeless romantic. hates messes, always nagging his friends to clean up after themselves. chai, always. unapologetic mama's boy. proud of his indian lineage. rises before the sun does. always has cold fingers, and steals sirius' jackets. burrows into sirius' hugs for warmth. long, scalding hot baths. mother tongue is marathi. speaks hindi, urdu, french, latin, tamil, greek and sanskrit. loves every subject except history of magic. listens to any genre of music as long as it sounds good. loves balls and galas because he gets to dress up and dance. always has some sort of indian confectionary on him— barfi, laddoo, maisurpak, gulab jamun. it adds a sugary layer to his chandan perfume.

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peter: buzz cut, but wants to grow it out. steals james' books and never reads them. smells of earth and a woody perfume his mother got for him in fourth year. can't play chess for shit, but is better than remus at gobstones. his bed and closet are well maintained and always neat. laughs a lot (it sounds squeaky), and his eyes twinkle when he smiles. best at herbology and care or magical creatures, but he hates the latter. a sarcastic twerp and a sneaky little shit. has the normal sense of humour— the other three boys thrive off of dark jokes. absolutely loathes studying, but needs to do it, so he does (while grumbling good naturedly about sirius and james not needing to). whistles when he walks the corridors of hogwarts, with his hands in his pockets. loves the waltz, and always has a record playing at low volume whenever possible. atrocious sense of style/fashion, and gets heckled by sirius and james for it. has notebooks upon notebooks filled with little doodles that are surprisingly good. always listens when sirius or james play the violin or piano, and sometimes drags remus into a waltz to make everyone laugh. claims to be annoyed by james' mother henning, but everyone knows he adores it. friends with a lot of the younger students, and always has liquorice or lozenges on him to give to them. cat person, terrified of mcgonagall. he loves watching james perform bharatanatyam, and asked for lessons in fourth year. he gave up within a month, saying he would stick to waltzing, thank you very much. always, always, has a granola bar filled with nuts somewhere in his pockets. does not understand why mint chocolate is a thing, and absolutely refuses to eat anything that has mint in it. steals james' confectionary and gets tackled for it. will eat ice-cream no matter the season, even if he has a cold.

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[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Narnia headcanons

High King Peter the Magnificent

Was the only one that got married out of the four siblings. He married for love, which is extremely rare for Royalty. He had no children, but he loved his spouse/(s) dearly (you may hc his spouse to be of any gender you'd like. Personally, i think Peter is bi.)

Epithets given to him by the narnians include but are not limited to: the Dragon Spirited King, King Peter the Kind-Hearted, Protector of the People, et cetera.

A few of his unofficial titles given to him by people from surrounding countries are: the Warmonger King, the Berserker, and the Bloody Barbarian. He had a reputation of fighting bloody wars and emerging victorious, and was feared all over the Mainland.

Earned the epithet the Bloody Barbarian because he wore blood red war paint on his face every time he rode to battle. It began right under his eyebrows, fanned out over his temples and down to his cheekbones. His blue eyes shone like gemstones against the dark colour; it made him look like terrifying.

Had long hair— it reached the back of his knees at its longest, but he got caught in a fire and had to have it cut to above his shoulders right before they fell out of Narnia.

Became obsessed with braids when he saw dryads braiding each other's hair the day after the coronation. He set up a tradition for himself— with every battle or duel he won, he would add one braid to his hair. It looked very intricate, and the braid count reached close to forty by the time he fell out of Narnia.

Had severe PTSD from all the wars he fought and from being a child ruler. He hid away when the terrors hit, either in the royal library or in Lucy's chambers. He wouldn't speak for hours and hours, and only got brought out of his thoughts when all his siblings gathered to form a cuddle pile to warm him up.

The chief battle strategist of Narnia, taught by Oreius and assisted heavily by Lucy. Came up with truly ingenious plans and formations. From this, stemmed his love for chess. You would often find him and Susan or Edmund holed up in a corner of the castle with a chessboard between them. He and Lucy refused to play each other, because they knew each other's strategising style too well and the battle on the board always came to a stalemate.

An Old Man at heart, truly. He loved to sleep early and wake up with the sun and have a nice, hot cup of well steeped tea as he listened to one of the castle servants read out the news of the day. Early nights and calm mornings were his favourite. Sadly, he did not often get either of those.

Epitome of academic jock. Very well read and had lots of knowledge and always studied diligently, but he preferred being out on the battlefield or in the arena with Rhindon in his hand and his shield on his arm. Introduced rugby to Narnia, and was the Jousting Champion at the annual Inter-kingdom tournaments for eight years straight til Edmund finally gave in to his pestering and participated, and took the trophy home.

His favourite subjects are History, Strategy and— weirdly enough— the Languages. He and Susan especially enjoy calligraphy. Both of them have extensive collections of luxury writing instruments and inks.

Had so many titles that he started hating writing formal missives by the fifth year of his reign. It was too tedious to write out all of them, so he simply hired a court scribe and called it a day. Even now, he considers hiring that faun the greatest idea he ever had.

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[jimmieespi]

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[thinkingoutloudtheblog]

#GanapatiKiKahaaniyaan #8 . . . Welcome back; we're on our 8th day on this journey, trying to learn more about our favourite elephant-headed God through some of the popular anecdotes we have of him. What's in store for today, you ask? Well, I'm here to tell you that Ganesha is responsible for the 14 day lunar cycle that we observe. Surprised? Me too. Let me tell you what happened. . . . This little tale transpired during the time Ganesha was invited to Kubera's house for a feast (a tale I narrated yesterday; check out the post!). Ganesha, having had so much food at his host's abode, was unable to walk properly. His potbelly, which we value as one of his endearing traits, was being a huge impediment in his movement. Ganesha struggled to move; suddenly, overcome by convulsions, he vomited out the numerous modaks he had consumed. . . . This was happening during the night; thus, Chandra (the moon) was out, taking his rounds and doing his duties. He saw Ganesha in his plight, and couldn't control his laughter; he ridiculed the god in his state of difficulty. Enraged, Ganesha cursed him, sentencing him to oblivion. 'No one shall ever behold you again!' Frightened of the God's wrath, Chandra begged for forgiveness; after all, no one wants to be forgotten. Ganesha relented, and partially lifted the curse; once in 14 days, Chandra was not to be traversing the night sky. Thus, Ganesha was responsible for the waxing and waning moon we observe today. . . . Humans really do have a great way of explaining something we don't truly understand; don't you think so? Hope you enjoyed today's tale. Stay tuned for more #GanapatiKiKahaaniyaan ! - #thinkingoutloud #writing #blogger #blog #writersofinstagram #writer #ganeshchaturthi #ganapatibappa #lordganesha #festival #festivalsofindia #indianmythology #series #8 #ganapatikikahaaniyaan #GaneshaKiKahaaniyaan #university #unilife #warwick #universityofwarwick #reflection #pictures #pictureperfect #think (at Ghatkopar West Amrut Nagar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2KRcq3lU9O/?igshid=k5sx87idpsoo

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