#( ravi

[ravishing2024]

intro post

hey people!!!

How r u doing??

(This is a rp acc)

here are my friends!

@n4tt-d4-silv4 Nat de Silva

@pip-fitzamobi my Sarge! ( Pip, for the people that don't know)

@bayview2024 Cara Ward

[dollys-perfect-world]

Just realized I never made a intro post so...

Fic requests!!

My names Astro!!

My url used to be Astro-likes-tea/Astros-star-field

My favorite food is lettuce

My favorite drink is Tea

Transmasc!! My pronouns r he/star/it/fun/bun/kit/vamp/doll/paw/fang/clown/bat (its a lot sorry *^*)

My heart already belongs to someone!!!!

My favorite animal is tardigrades

I wanna be an Astrobiologist when I'm older

I loveeee reading

I also love fashion designing

I'm writing my own book

I'm a therian (siamese kitty, toy poodle puppy, and holland lop bunny), otherkin(doll), and cryptidkin(Vampire) and spacekin(star)!!<3

Fandoms I'm in: A good girls guide to murder, Arc of a scythe, Vineyard Madness (or whatever that Tessa Bailey duology is called), Sally face, percy jackson, fnaf, South Park, HLAS, and more!!!

dms are open!! dm if u ever wanna be friends!!!!

Also my ask box is open so ask / say anything!!!

Also if you ever want me to draw a dress for you, gimme a theme, length, and ur name (or a name) in the ask box and I'll be more than happy to!!!!

and here's my AO3 account if u wanna look (I rarely update and I only have one Sally face fic on there- most of my fics get posted on here)

fics!!!:

Teddies - Sandie (agggtm)

OSB - Josh amobi (agggtm)

OSB part 2 (agggtm)

Fragile Petals - Sandie (agggtm)

Coffee Shop - Laurcara (agggtm)

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[doveious]

hi! im doveious also known as dove and i am neurodivergent and chronically ill from long term effects of chemotherapy!

i write 911 mavi (may/ravi) fanfictions for my hyper fixations and interests simply because its something that makes me happy :)

a google doc list of my fanfics

my socials

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ao3

instagram

im always happy to make friends and discuss!

currently doing the emoji game! check it out and maybe send in some asks for your favorite wip!

[sivavakkiyar]

IMO if you’re interested in instrumental ICM/Hindustani music but are intimidated there probably isn’t a better intro than Ravi Shankar’s Improvisations & Theme From Pather Panchali. When you get hooked on that one you can do Three Ragas and bam there it is

[thornsword]

WIP of a 2-page ethersea intro comic! Ravi Montrel greasy car salesman truthers rise up

[thelonelyshore-if]

This is such a fascinating story and setting - I love the mystery!

I also love Willow and Ravi so much!

My current main theory is that it was not a day that has gone by while MC was in the lake, but like a year or two or maybe more because of whatever shenanigans are going on. Because of MC's reaction to the cabin and all, I'm pretty sure the famous hermit is actually Willow, who has "awakened" in that place earlier. And since judging by the intro post time seem weird there, it's a possibility. An alternative may also be that Willow found the town before and managed to find a way to communicate with the exterior somehow and maybe temporarily leave, which would explain how there were only phone calls and what not for a while - in that case the MC may have indeed stayed in the water only one day. But I'm still leaning towards the first theory.

If I'm right, I just hope not too many years have gone by because this is a trope that makes me genuinely extremely sad (the time distortion that makes one person suddenly younger than a dear one who was previously the younger one).

Ooooh tysm for the ask!! And for the kind words. I'm glad you're enjoying the mystery!

Your theories are super fun, I Am Looking 👀 As always I cannot comment further, but I enjoyed reading them!! Ty for sharing c:

[marlowethelibrarian]

Writeblr intro!

Hi, I'm Marlowe, they/them, late 20's, not white, not straight, not cis. But I am a magical wizard. (also i have an MLIS degree though im not currently working in a library)

I've been writing this n that for a long time now, but I'm starting this blog now bc I wanted a place to aggregate and post some of my stuff as I continue to work on my writing. I usually write adult fantasy or scifi, though I guess it might play to a YA audience. I like to look at themes of trauma and scarcity and what that does to a person.

I also like to analyze and liveblog about stuff that I am reading/watching and pick apart writing decisions, so that's going to go here too.

Latest thing I watched that I enjoyed: The Fall of the House of Usher

Latest thing I read that I enjoyed: The Boneshard Daughter. Also Dungeon meshi has fucking got me right now.

Favorite book series: The Locked Tomb, like c'mon it's so good.

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WIPS

The Summer Leagues OCT

Status: Waiting for Round 1 results

Word Count: Approx 30k words

Warnings for: Disease, eye trauma

Project Tag | Character Tag | Worldbuilding Tag | Snippet Tag

My contribution to the storytelling competition, the Summer Leagues Original Character Tournament.

Ravi, the genius halfling alchemist and unrepentant drug dealer has been sacrificed to seal the plague goddess Irra. However, they get the opportunity to enter an interdimensional tournament with a blanket wish as a prize. Is it their opportunity to escape or are they simply providing Irra an opportunity to escape?

Available to read here:

Now available on Ao3!

Currently up to: Round 1 vs Scythe

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Project: Cannibalism

Status: First draft in progress

Word Count: ~33k atm

Genre: Queer Adult Fantasy, Political intrigue

Warnings for: Infanticide, violence, implied sexual assault, abuse, transphobia and ableism

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The story for Project Cannibalism centers on a pair of identical twins, separated by birth. One raised in the temple of Suyo as a talented priestess, the other a genius alchemist that has run out of luck and time and realizes they have an uncanny resemblance to the up and coming priestess…. However, they find themself with more than they can chew, as the aging queen priestess and her heir are at odds with each other, and their twin is being groomed to possibly replace the crown priestess.

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Project: Void City

Status: Draft 2

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Supernatural Urban Fantasy

Warnings for: Gore

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An old short story, How to Break a Vampire’s Heart with some potential to rework

Adrian, supernatural cop with an unusual super power faces down a real vampire at the vampire costume contest

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Project: Wolf

Status: Reworking

Genre: Xianxia

Warnings for: Transphobia, sexism

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Another short story, that definitely needs a rework

Agender cultivator with a wolf thing going on.

[pinkcrocss]

Limoreau #1: Sharing is Caring

A/n: This isn't really one of the two long-form fics I mentioned that I was working on, I just had an idea and wanted to write to out. Please be gentle, I really have like no writing experience. I'm literally just trying it out.

It's the end of the semester AKA the busiest time for Professor Brink's only TA, Jordan Li.

Jordan's closest friends are worried because no one can ever pull them away from work when they get like this.

Well... maybe not "no one"

1,200 words

“- so, of course professor Ravi would assign me an entire 10 page paper just cuz I missed a couple dumbass participation points. It’s not like you need to attend every lecture to pass the class… GOD! That guy’s the worst! I mean, you had him last year Jordan, he sucked, right?”

“Mmh.” A short grunt was the only response Andre received as Jordan continued typing rapidly on their laptop.

It was nearing the end of the semester, and as Brink’s TA, Jordan was as swamped as they could possibly be. Grading finals, marking late submissions, final papers, etc. Why Brink decided to take on 4 different courses this year, they couldn’t figure out. Maybe because he knew he could offload all his work to Jordan, a niggling, bitter voice seemed to whisper in their ear, before they shook their head and got back to work.

The other inhabitants of the picnic table watched them with varied looks of exasperation and bemusement. Usually at this point in the semester, Andre, Cate and Luke were lucky if they could catch a glimpse of the shifter outside of their dorm or Brink’s office, much less have an actual sit down conversation.

The trio had been lucky enough to catch Jordan unawares as they had been crossing the quad on their way through campus. They had quickly joined the unsuspecting supe at their table, hoping to entice them to spend a little time socializing, to no effect it seemed. 

“Dude! Are you even listening?” Andre carried on with an air of frustration.

“Mhmm.” Once again came the lackluster response, as Jordan still wouldn’t look up from the screen.

Andre glanced at the other two occupants of the table for help, as Luke decided to toss his hat in the ring.

“Say Jordan, I was thinking, how about you and I take some time to spar today. Feels like I haven’t had an actual challenge for some time now.”

Jordan, ever the competitive overachiever, usually jumped at any chance to prove themself, especially against Godolkin’s own #1 ranked student. Luke had been sure to throw in some subtle ego stroking at the end too. He was sure it would be a guaranteed hit, until..

“Sorry, dude. Really busy. Maybe another time.” Once again, Jordan never glanced up from the screen even once.

Incredulous, he and Andre exchanged a look before turning to Cate who just rolled her eyes.

“Don’t bother guys. You know how they get around this time. I don’t think even a meteor could get their attention now.” She giggled.

As she continued to glance across the quad, Cate’s eyes suddenly widened as if she’d caught sight of a miracle. 

“Oh! Hey Marie!”

Immediately, Jordan’s head snapped up almost unconsciously. They watched as the infamous freshman made her way towards their table. 

Marie looked pretty as always, with her locs flowing freely down her back, her big doe eyes and her signature red lip. However, as she got closer, Jordan noted that she wore a tired smile and her eyes almost seemed to squint away from the sunlight.

Jordan had spent a lot of time observing Marie as of late. Initially rejecting her from Brink’s intro to crimefighting, the ever tenacious freshman was able to make a name for herself after seriously saving Andre’s ass during a stupid incident at a seven tower party that she had attended with their group.

She had finally been able to convince Brink to let her take the course, and after a few weeks of frosty silence, had actually started to warm up to Jordan once they had mustered the courage to offer a proper apology. Now one of the most diligent students in the class, they often spent hours together working side by side during Jordan’s office hours.

Jordan had grown to really enjoy her company, as well as a massive amount of respect for her work ethic. If their heart seemed to beat a little bit faster, when she would lean into their space to ask a question, or when she would hit them with one of her big, blinding smiles every time they praised her work, well that’s something they could investigate whenever they got to it.

Marie having finally reached the table, Cate was the first to call out.

“Marie, are you okay? You look totally out of it!”

“Ha.” Marie gave an awkward laugh, as she waved away the concern. “No biggie, just this headache’s been bothering me all morning.”

Andre opened his mouth, as if to offer some commiseration. But before he could speak, another voice cut in swiftly.

“Did you get enough sleep last night?”

Turning to Jordan, Marie offered an answer just as swiftly. “Yeah. No less than usual. I’m not sure if that’s the issue.”

Looking pensive, Jordan glanced down for a second before looking back up at Marie. “When’s the last time you drank any water?”

“I-” Marie paused to think about it before staring at the ground sheepishly. “Probably yesterday afternoon.”

“There it is! I told you, you never drink enough water! Didn’t I say it would come back to bite you?” Jordan now had a smug look on their face. Looking livelier than they had all day. 

“Whatever, Jordan. I’m glad my pain is amusing to you.” Marie said, rolling her eyes fondly.

The other forgotten inhabitants of the table watched the exchange with slight surprise and bemusement.

“Here you go.” Jordan said, pulling a plastic water bottle out of their bag. They handed it to Marie, who received it nervously.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take your only bottle.”

“It’s fine Marie.” Was the glib reply. “Unlike you, I actually remember to keep myself hydrated. And I have more in the office.” Jordan continued to rummage through their bag.

“And here.” They handed her a protein bar. “If you went this long without water, I’m assuming you skipped breakfast too.”

Marie received the snack gratefully. 

“Thanks Jordan!” She mumbled, almost nervously. “You’re actually the best.”

She bent down to give Jordan a brief hug, which was unexpected going by the surprise on Jordan’s face, before waving goodbye to the rest of the table and heading off.

Desperately trying to tamp down the blush on their face, Jordan slowly zipped up their bag and slid it underneath the table. Looking up, they were shocked to see the amused faces of their three friends, looking like they were barely holding in a laugh.

“...what?” They asked hesitantly

“Nothing.” Cate replied, obvious laughter in her voice. “Just making some observations.”

“Whatever.” Jordan replied, looking back at the words on their laptop screen. For some reason, they were no longer as inclined to lose themselves in the flow of grading and reviewing essays. Thoughts of Marie, the warmth of her body when she’d embraced them, the vanilla scent of her skin, swirled around in their head.

“What the fuck?! They're still smiling!” They could hear Andre poorly attempting to whisper across the table. And with some measure of satisfaction, Jordan realized that they were.

[crippling-pages]

~mya's (new) intro post~

Hello there! My name is Mya! And this is my intro post! <3

Facts About Me:

Mya [] Girl [] She/her [] Minor [] 13-17 [] Aromantic Asexual (Aro/Ace) [] Arab [] Bookworm [] Writer [] Quotevain [] Swiftie [] OneRepublic Fan [] Pinterest Addict [] Tam Song Obsessed [] Tam Song x Biana Vacker is my life []

Fandoms:

Keeper of the Lost Cities [] LEGO: Ninjago [] LEGO Friends [] Percy Jackson [] Hooky (Webtoon/Book) [] Lockwood & Co. [] Shatter Me [] The False Prince/The Ascendance Trilogy [] The Land of Stories [] A Tale of Magic [] A Good Girl's Guide To Murder [] Five Survive [] Trolls [] The Reappearance of Rachel Price [] The Inheritance Games [] Fairy Tale Reform School [] Royal Academy Rebels [] Miraculous Ladybug [] Malibu Rescue [] Erin & Aaron [] Sonic the Hedgehog [] Richie Rich (2015) [] Ducktales (2017) [] and more! <3

Ships:

KOTLC: Tam and Biana {} Dex and Stina {} Sophie and Keefe {} Fitz and Dex {} Keefe and Fitz {} Linh and Marella {}

PJO/HoO: Percy and Annabeth {} Nico and Will {} Frank and Hazel {} Jason and Piper {} Leo and Calypso

Ninjago: Cole and Vania {} Nya and Jay {} Zane and Pixal {} Kai and Skylor {}

LEGO Friends: Mia and River {} Emma and Ethan {} Emma and Matthew {} Olivia and Jacob {} Mia and Martin {} Olly and Paisley {} Leo and Zac {} Zac and Sky {} Nova and Liann {}

Lockwood & Co.: Lucy and Lockwood {} George and Flo {}

Hooky: Dorian and Monica {} Dani and Nico {} Will and Damien {}

Miraculous Ladybug: Chat Noir and Marinette {} Ladybug and Chat Noir {} Marinette and Adrien {} Marinette and Luka {}

Sonic the Hedgehog: Silver and Blaze {} Sonic and Amy {} Amy and Shadow {} Knuckles and Rouge {}

FTRS/RAR: Gilly and Jax {} Heath and Devin {} Sasha and Logan {}

The Inheritance Games: Max and Xander {} Avery and Jameson {} Nash and Libby {}

Other: Pip and Ravi {} Bel and Ash {} Red and Arthur {} Conner and Bree {} Branch and Poppy {} Chote and Gina {} Tobias and Amarinda {}

Links:

-My Quotev Account

-My Ao3 Account

Some of My Fanfics:

"Hashtag Hilarious" - A KOTLC Human AU, with Tam and Keefe being besties and roommates; one day, Keefe convinces Tam to make a shared social media account together. Chaos follows.

"Lilies For Lilly" - A Ninjago fanfic in where it's the anniversary of Cole's mother's passing, and this time, he goes to drop off some Lillies.

"Don't Touch Me (Don't Talk To Me)" - A Trolls one-shot, in where Branch let's himself be rude to John Dory (A second part to this is called "Wet William" which is Bruce's turn).

"Random Hooky Stuff" - Just some Hooky content there's almost 0 out there. Drabbles, headcanons, incorrect quotes, ships, fluff, and angst. All of the above!

"Tiana One-Shots, Skits, Memes, And More!" - A Quotev book with a bunch of Tiana (Tam and Biana) related content is in, blessing the world with more Tiana.

"KOTLC Characters React And Have Fun!" - A Quotev fanfic in where the KOTLC crew react to human stuff and just have fun.

"5 Days {KOTLC Sleepover Fic}" - A KOTLC Sleepover Fic on Quotev, and this sleepover lasts all week. Drama appears, and fun memories are made.

Some Fanfics in The Drafts (or in my head)

KOTLC Human Coffee Shop AU ("Keepers of the Coffee")

KOTLC Rewrite

KOTLC Human Musician Mash Up Tour AU

KOTLC Road Trip AU

Ninjago Movie Secret Identity AU ("Two Faces Of the Same Life")

Ninjago Regular/Human Tea Shop AU

Ninjago Normal Life ("Cuckoo Crazy")

Hooky High School/College AU

Percy Jackson x KOTLC Crossover

Ninjago x KOTLC Crossover

Hooky Coffee Shop AU

KOTLC Hogwarts AU

KOTLC Song Twins Circus AU

Some Quotes:

"Because when I annoy, I annoy hard." -Tam Song, Nightfall.

"Look, I know I don't talk about it, but it happened to me before. Losing someone dear to me. I can't let that happen again." -Lockwood, to Lucy.

"Better question; are you a narc?" -Tiny Diamond

"I am the M.C... the Mighty Cole!"  -Cole, Rebooted

"I guess I'll just send some happy shadow thoughts into your head." -Tam Song, Flashback 

"-And dying to see Tam. My sister's a fan of silver bangs." -Fitz Vacker, Unlocked.

"Quick, quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy" -I Hate It Here, Taylor Swift

"Kill him then claim my throne and my queen." -Dorian Wytte, to Monica. 

"I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid" -You're on Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift

"Dude, save your daddy issues for another time." -Tam Song, Neverseen.

"Maybe not. But that doesn't mean you stop trying." - Tam Song, Legacy.

Side Blogs: @flasher-boi-endal @a-poet-yet-forced-finance-guy

DNI IF: Homophobic, racist, sexist, Trump fan, Israel supporter, etc etc. THIS IS A SFW BLOG! PLEASE RESPECT THAT!

That's about that! <3 Have a beautiful day or night! Mya out!

[thesongofsoleil]

Blog Intro!🌌

A bit about me:

My name is dawn-rose

I’m a minor!!

I love to read and get involved in fandoms

my fav artists: The neighborhood, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Conan Gray, Alec Benjamin, Lana del Rey🫶

I’m a Taurus

My biggest fandoms: Shatter Me, TFOTA, TIG, Harry Potter/Marauders(fuck jkr), OUABH

Fav movies: Pride and Prejudice, Flipped, 10 things I hate about you, Hunger Games series, Harry Potter series, How to train your dragon series, The notebook, twilight

Fav shows: young sheldon, big bang theory, camp cretaceous, loki, percy jackson, Anne with an E

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I’m writing a story rn but it’s not the best. It’s my first story so if anyone has any advice please tell me.

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If you have the same interest or just want to talk to someone you can just message me. I’m interested in talking to people who have the same interests as me.

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♥️🫶🧎‍♀️ - Aaron Warner Anderson, Henry Elliot Vitiello, Cardan Greenbrair, Oak Greenbrair, Ravi Singh, Draco Malfoy, Mr. Darcy, Jasper Hale, SEBASTIAN SALLOW

sorry kinda went on a rant😔🫶

[hairpintvrns]

hiatus, 09/15 – 09/22.

After being spotted at the Fortinet Championship, held at Napa Valley, CA, on September 15th, DEACON EDWARDS is seen attending the Kroger Queen City Championship at Maineville, OH. Deacon's presence in both L/PGA tours prompts rumors of a comeback in the professional golf scene, but of course, it could just be that he's bored out of his mind. Either can be true for The Maverick. Who can know?

After TERRY LOWENSTEIN's lectures on September 20th, they take a red-eye to NYC and stay there for five days to sort out professional and personal matters. In a rare olive branch, Terry invites Saul to dinner with Ravi, Micah's best friend, to glean any information regarding Micah's absence. On Sep 24th, they observe yahrzeit at their home in White Plains in commemoration of their father's second death anniversary, before making the trip to his grave. / ft. @ micahweissberg, @ saulweissberg

VALENTINE FINCH's lease has run out, prompting them to look for new living arrangements. (Yes, this is a wanted connection!) In the meantime, they've been hanging out at acquaintances' couches and smoking cigarettes #unemploymentchic. On September 19–20, they take the train to Chicago and sneak into the CSO's first performance for the fall season—a concert on forbidden love, from Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet to Bernstein's West Side Story.

previous pinned post ( link to intros ) can be accessed here.

[thatrandomlemononyourcounter1]

haiiiii!

so while i was looking though your intro post, i noticed you were in the kotlc, narnia, hunger games, agggtm, and oouil fandoms. favorite character/book??

Hiiiii

Oooh this is tough :D

Kotlc: Probably either Dex or Biana

Narnia: Susan or Edmund fsss

Hunger Games: Easily Peeta or Johanna

AGGGTM: Ravi <33

OOUIL: Brownwyn and Maeve :D

[ceruleanmusings]

Ravi Panikkar - Pain & Panic

a/n: so this is the intro scene to a ravi centered fanfic that i've been working on, on and off, for the last couple of years but i've been too scared to post. the minute ravi was introduced i fell in love with him. i wish he had more screentime or was used as more than comedic relief when the writers gave us a good backstory of him having had cancer as a child! and then the (potential) trauma of losing civillians! since the show won't explore his backstory, i will! i hope anyone who reads this enjoys! this also contains an oc.

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Why was it after someone recovered from an injury or got a clean bill of health or walked away from a near-death experience, they’re told they have a new lease on life? Did the last one expire? How long was the new lease supposed to last? A month? Two? Twelve? Fifteen? At what point were they able to renegotiate and ask for better terms? Maybe they could get a good deal if they renewed on a three-month basis.

Granted, no one wants to live their life counting down the days they have left. That is, not unless that’s their only option. But when other options present themselves, what else are they supposed to do instead of count time? They were used to it. Habits die hard. It wasn’t theirs anyway, the new amount of time dropped on their laps. It was borrowed so it was best not to get too comfortable with it.

I didn’t.

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No matter how many times he rifled through his bag, checking and rechecking and rechecking the contents packed and in their proper places, Ravi Panikkar couldn’t shake the feeling he was forgetting something.

Blowing out a breath, lips vibrating at the effort, Ravi dug a hang through his thick, dark hair, staring down at the stack of books, notepads, extra clothes, toiletries, and towel. His eyes raked over every nook and cranny of the bag, shifting through the checklist popping up in his mind. But he always came up short at the end, a big blank spot pulsing at him, taunting the less-than-stellar results of his mental faculties.

Not that he needed the reminder; the scar on his chest did a good job of that.

“Okay, one more time,” Ravi muttered. Removing the items, he placed them on the bed in reverse order. Maybe seeing it all in front of him again would jog his memory. It may not exactly be a muscle, but it needed to be stretched and warmed up too. He needed to be wide awake and on full alert.

Slapping his face with his palms, Ravi shook out his hands and blew out another breath. “First, towels. Then the pants, shirts, books, notebooks…” As he spoke, he picked up each item and replaced them in the bag, mentally adding a little checkmark in his mind as he went. Underwear, check. Socks, check. Pens, check. Gloves, charger, toiletries, sunscreen, bug spray, watch, utility knife, power bars, flashlight, chapstick, bug spray, and wet wipes. Everything was back in its proper place, stacked large to small, bottom to top, and he even had a little space leftover. And yet the little neon sign in his head flickered and pulsed, pointing to the empty spot on his list.

What was he missing?

Turning on his heel, he left his room and made a beeline for the living room, snapping his twitching fingers along the way. The living room welcomed him in with remnants of his late-night cramming session: flashcards lay scattered around the floor like fallen autumn leaves, workbooks left open and discarded on the couch, tangled up with the gray bed sheet spread across the cushions, uncapped highlighters and dried out pens scattered across the coffee table. A pristine snapshot of the day before his life changed.

He still had time to back out, to change his mind, to respond to the email that’d been sitting unread on his computer the past couple of months. He could get back on track and this little derailment would be a little blip in his life plan. He could put all this in the rear-view mirror and never think of it again. That way everyone would win and he didn’t disappoint anyone else. Except maybe himself…

Sucking in a deep breath, Ravi placed his hands on his hips and began to pace. Every few steps he’d let out the breath he held only to suck it back in a moment later. His heart pounded against his chest and tingles popped at his fingertips. “You’re okay, you’re okay. You’re good! This is a good thing you’re doing. You want to do something good and that’s what you’re doing.” His voice was small or was the ticking of the clock on the wall drowning him out? With each ratchet of the second hand, the ticking got louder and louder, becoming a series of slamming doors, sealing his fate.

No turning back.

“Ravi?”

The scuffle by the door stopped him in his tracks, his hands flying up to cup the back of his neck, still breathing hard. Something metal scraped against the other side of the door and, a second later it swung open due to the kick of a booted foot. Ravi watched as a mass of plastic grocery bags rustled and shimmied and swung their way in through the open door, hanging off light brown arms, one lifted neon orange Doc Marten, and between the clenched teeth of his roommate, Betsy Payne.

Betsy managed to hop into the room, turn, and close the door with her extended foot. A muffled laugh of triumph sounded around the bag handles between her teeth, her lips curling up in the corners, brown eyes shinning. Her long braids swung with the movements, the gold rings and cuffs adorning the ropes clinking together and brushing against the plastic bags digging into her arms, puckering her skin, leaving deep indents behind.

“Why didn’t you take two trips?”

Her answer became muffled around the bag, but he knew what she said anyway. She said it all the time. Two trips are for chumps! It was a spectacle at this point, seeing all the ways she could come up with not having to go back and forth to her jeep. Her stubborn streak was a mile wide and equally as deep.

The smile slipped from her face and the lights in her eyes dimmed with flooding concern. Her head tilted to the side and his breath caught for a second beneath her curious gaze. It left a trail as it swept across his face, then ran from head to toe and back again. Her shoulders sagged and she spoke again, the words still coming out a mumbled mess. Are you freaking out?

“Little bit,” Ravi replied, nodding. His head jostled like a bobblehead, coming very close to the way his leg bounced before he forced himself to get up and get ready for his shift. The packing helped his jumpy limbs until he forgot something. …What was it?

“Aww.” Her compassion was short lived, being replaced with a cry of shock when the bag slipped out of her mouth and smacked against the ground. The resulting crack made both their eyes widen and drop their chins to look at the floor, where oozing yellow goop spilled onto the shiny hardwood. “Oh man! Those were the eggs!”

“Here, let me.” Ravi took the bags from her, untangling her limbs, collecting them in his hands with ease. Once set on the kitchen table, he rifled through the bags for the perishables, putting them away. Next came the frozen food and sweet treats, then the dry food, the cans, bread, junk food, and finally produce. Everything in order and everything in its rightful place, checklist complete. He didn’t miss anything.

“Ah, see, you’re already putting those firefighter skills to good use. Bet all those hoses are heavier than those bags though.” Betsy slipped past him, hand dragging against his back, juggling a paper towel roll and the cloth-pad mop beneath an arm.

“They weigh about the same with all the ice cream you buy.”

Betsy shot him a look. “It’s for emergencies.”

A smile cracked at Ravi’s mouth as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Leaning against the entryway wall, he crossed his feet at the ankles and watched her grimace while scooping up the yolk in the paper towels. “I don’t think watching Riverdale counts as an emergency.”

Betsy snorted. “You’ve clearly never seen Riverdale if you don’t think stuffing my face with ice cream to numb the pain isn’t an emergency.”

“So why do you watch it?”

“I don’t. Not regularly. That’s the point.” Betsy balled up the paper towels and dragged dry patches against her fingers, scraping off excess yolk. “It’s my last choice if there’s absolutely nothing on.”

“You can’t even settle for a Lifetime movie?”

“You know I can’t watch those without you. I can’t make running commentary on the characters’ stupidity alone.” She tossed the wadded ball at him and he ducked out of the way. It landed with a wet smack against the kitchen floor. Ravi gripped the front of his jacket and looked for any wayward stretch of yolk or egg white. It was still a perfect navy blue, the red and white lettering on the lapel as bright as when he first received it the day prior. He hadn’t gotten his uniform yet. That was for tonight. “You’re not freaking out.” Betsy speaking again grabbed Ravi’s attention. She looked at him through the parting curtain of her swinging braids with every push and pull of the mop. It gave a mechanical whir as she pressed the button on the handle, shooting cleaning mixture on the floor.

“I still am.”

“Why?”

“Because. What if…I was wrong? What if I’m not cut out for this? What if I’m making a mistake?”

“Ravi, I did not let you carry me over your shoulder up and down six flights of stairs every day for fourteen weeks for it to be a mistake." She paused in her mopping, leaning her weight against the handle. "You were one of the best in your class. I don’t know anyone else with a brain like yours. There’s no one else more cut out for this than you. You’re even made of the right material: big heart, patience, and a trusting face that’ll make a Disney prince envious." He cracked a smile at that. "It’s a winning combination, if I do say so myself. Besides, people need to see you. Maybe there’ll be other little brown boys and girls that’ll grow up thinking they can be firefighters too.”

“You think?” He couldn't keep the hope from leaking into the skepticism attached to his words.

She nodded. “I know. There’s not enough of people like you out there. Someone needs to save people, why not you? Besides, you’ll be fulfilling a lot of people’s dreams of being rescued by a handsome fireman. We can’t let that go to waste.”

“Do people really dream of that?” He asked with a laugh.

“Do people really dream of being saved from their worst nightmare or that worst fear, cradled up against the strong chest of their savior, carried to safety, held like a baby in their big, strong arms? Yes, yes they do." Throwing a wink his way, she added with a large grin, "And I’m one of them.”

His cheeks burned and he crossed his arms, giving her a look. “As long as you don’t intentionally go looking for trouble.”

“Moi?" Her eyes widened and she let out a little gasp. "I would never! I can’t believe you’d suggest such a thing!" Then, waving her hand, she continued, "Besides, I don’t need to create emergencies for you to come to my rescue. You do that often enough." She resumed mopping. "That’s how I know you’ll be okay, by the way. But you won’t know unless you try." He hummed. She wasn't wrong. "Isn’t your shift soon?”

Soon. He hated that word. How many times had it been used whenever he asked when he was leaving the hospital? “Yeah, I was about to…um, I was getting ready.”

“Why don’t you get the rest of your stuff? And I’ll get you your dinner.”

“You made me dinner?”

“Of course. I figured you’d be spinning yourself into a circle by now." She peeled the dirtied mop pad off the green mop and tossed it in the nearby trash. "Feeding yourself is the last thing you should be worrying about.”

Reaching out, he placed a hand on her arm, stopping her from moving past him. “Thank you.” It was very sweet of her to be looking out for him. Especially after the last few weeks with the firehouse training schedule keeping him away and, when he was home, keeping him up at all hours. It couldn't have been easy dealing with him when she was on her own late-night bartending schedule.

“My pleasure. I gotta find a way to repay you somehow.”

He sighed. This again. “Bets, you know you don’t have to—”

Her waving hand blocked his protests. “I was going to make jambalaya, but I didn’t want to make everyone else in the fire house jealous and have a reason to dislike you.” Or more of a reason. “So I went with a breakfast sandwich. On a croissant.”

“Fancy.”

“I figure by the time your shift ends it’ll be morning and this way you don’t haveta make a pit stop before coming back here to crash.”

“Good call.”

She made the waving gesture again, this time shooing him away. Ravi followed her direction, going back to his room to grab his bag. After one more check—a quick one—he zipped up his bag and hefted it onto his shoulder, nearly folding to his side at the dropping weight. Hmm, maybe he packed too much. But it was better to be safe than sorry, right? “What were you going to do the rest of the night?” he asked once he was back in the living room.

She stepped on the heels of her Doc Martens, leaning against the wall for support as her shoulders lifted and dropped along with her sigh. “Well, I have some pictures I need to edit and get to Izzy tomorrow and I told Ms. Johnson I’d take Bear out on his walk. And the Goldsteins asked me to have dinner with them.” Her head tilted to the side and heat crawled up his neck at the look she pinned him with. It was very reminiscent of the look his mother would give him as a child. “Which I assume you had something to do with.”

Ravi rubbed the back of his neck. “…I might have asked them to invite you.”

Her head thudded against the wall when she tilted it backwards to groan. “Ra-vi!”

“I just…didn’t feel right with you being here alone," he said.

“I’ve been here alone before. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but last time—”

“I told you, I just had a bad night at work.” Her words were as stiff as the cross to her arms. “They happen.”

“I know you know this but if you want to talk about it—”

“Nothing to talk about." Her hand sliced the air, arm extended, blocking his words. "Except how you’re gonna be the bestest firefighter ever!”

He rolled his eyes. She was great at changing the subject. He'd let her off the hook, for now. “That’s not a word.”

“Because there’s not enough words in the English language that can describe how awesome you’re gonna be!" Her energy was as limitless as her smiles.

He grabbed his abandoned bag and slung it over his shoulder. The plastic on the strap creaked and groaned under the weight of the bag hanging off him. He ran through the checklist in his mind again. Check, check, check. Everything was in its place. Besides, he had a feeling if he stopped to look again Betsy would shove him into the bag and drag him to the firehouse herself.

Sucking in a breath and letting it out slow, Ravi took the steps towards the door and his future. He had one foot over the threshold when Betsy spoke: “Ravi, wait.”

“What?" God, he hoped she didn't have some sort of cheer waiting for him. Or a pinata she insisted he bust open or a mariachi band stashed somewhere. He appreciated her support but sometimes she didn't know where to draw the line. "I’m gonna be late, Bets.”

“Okay but I don’t think you’ll make a good first impression showing up at your first shift without shoes.”

Huh? Ravi dropped his chin and wiggled his toes. His bare toes. The cool grip of the hardwood into his feet, making a chill crawl up his spine. Oh.

So that’s what he forgot.

[pinguphd]

An intro into Fatima Pierce, OC for 9-1-1. Credit for this template goes to DMBadger from DeviantArt

General Information:

Full Name: Fatima Pierce (Born Al-Basra)

Nickname(s): Titi

Age: ~36

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Basra, Iraq

Date of Birth: Unknown, however the date she chose to put on all of her information is April 14, 1987

Race: Arab

Occupation: Lieutenant Colonel in the Army/Firefighter

Appearance:

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 175 lbs

Skin Color: Medium Olive

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Almost always up in a bun, when it’s down (and while I am aware of the issues with the hair type charts this best describes what I have in mind so forgive me) 3a curl type, length hits the bottom of her shoulder blades

Eye Color: Amber

Clothing: Frequently in the varied army uniforms, when in civilian clothing she opts for fitted clothes in greens, grays, blacks, and blues

Accessories: Always wears her dog tags

Features: Multiple scars typical of someone injured semi-often in war (i.e. gunshot, knife wounds and shrapnel)

Relationships:

Family: Birth family dead, estranged from adopted family

Love Interest/Crush: Ravi Panikkar

Friends/Allies: The 118, an as yet to be named best friend

Enemies: … probably her adoptive parents, I mean c’mon they don’t talk.

History: Born in southern Iraq, all she’s ever known is a lifetime of war. Enlisted and got her commission as soon as she could since American soldiers saved her life, she eventually made the transition into serving in a more advisory/training type role in the California National Guard to be close to her best friend in Los Angeles

Personality: Reserved, generally introspective and very observant. Once you can get her talking and comfortable with you though? It’s all over.

Other Information:

Likes: Staying busy and occupied, my girl does not know how to stay still.

Dislikes: Quiet, not feeling settled, not having a sense of family or a feeling she belongs

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hobbies: Learning new languages, reading everything she can get her hands on: typically history books of the Middle East, military history, and prefers the classics. If a book has been translated into English she tries to read it in its original language. Also likes to stay busy with her hands, so she took up cross stitching and crochet. Muay Thai, weight lifting and cardio-she is ALWAYS working out if she’s not at work.

Goals: All she ever wants is a sense of belonging, a sense of family. She’s never really had a serious relationship with… well anyone. No family to speak of she just wants people around her who love her, romantic or otherwise.

Habits: Reads everything she can get her hands on

Fears: Being alone.

Trivia: No clue when she was born, a resident polyglot (languages she is fluent in include, but are by no means limited to English, Arabic, Russian, Farsi, Hebrew and Spanish). Her first language, to everyone’s surprise is Arabic.

[doulayogimama]

Kevin is hosting The Peace Summit today and tomorrow. Today is the heavy day in which parents who have lost children from the Palestine / Israel conflict are coming together to have a conversation about what they can do to bridge peace.

We also have pre recorded interviews from someone in the Sudan, as well as peace activists like Shri Shri Ravi Shankar (he helped regions in Columbia plagued by drug lords come to a some sort of peace treaty).

I’m really proud of my husband for putting this together. The Peace issue (due out in stores like Whole Foods and B&N in the summer) will be largely sourced from this 2-day summit 🙏🏽

Tomorrow is discussing how to foster peace in relationships and in the family, as that ripples out into the whole world.

Link to listen if you’re interested 🫶🏽

[goodnighttwincest]

Mental Illness Moment.png implored me to distract myself and thus this blog happened lmfao. LOOK if I drop this gig in a few weeks don't blame me 😭

Intro Post ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و

You can call me Ravi!!!

like the e/pic 7 character only because i steal all my names from that game

Bodily 17, POC + a system, and unapologetically proship

I don't do queer/syscourse !!

Actually dxed with ADHD, self dx autism/bp2/and Maybe bpd depending on how bad things continue playing out (bro i hate my life)

My goal for this blog? Reblog a lot of stuff, cry about antis, cry about mental illness.png, and maybe make friends???? Before I inevitably disappear again ofc

I'll mostly reblog stuff + post about personal hardships and proship stuff so if that bothers you I advise you not to follow!!

(Also hoping to rope proshippers into Idolish7 because this series needs to be infested with proshippers more. We have incest + minor/adult + toxic yaoi + power imbalance struggles you guys 🥺)

Stances + BYF

Proship/Comship/Selfship/Profic/Fujin/Whatever Dude IDK-friendly

Pro-systems of any origins; endos and non-traumagenic systems friendly (speaking as a traumagenic sys)

Pro non-contact para, pro-recovery, pro-self dx, pro-otherkin/furry/therian, pro-be a gentle and kind person to everyone (even antis) (like,, I try my best)

Pro-l0lish0!!!!!! <- from a l0licon (/r) and sh0tacon (/r + /sx)

Mostly neutral regarding radinclus but I do like twisting genders and sexualities into funny shapes. Plus I respect your choices to be whatever as long as you don't make others hurt. So.

Anti radqueer/sysmeds/terfs & transmeds/zionists

Anti rcta/transids.

RPF proship is rlly iffy... either keep it strictly to yourself and out of sight of creators or do it publicly only when people involved consent (I'm mostly using m/c/y/t as a framework here)

Strictly NO RPF shit involving child actors and children. In fiction is fine.

(I'm not very vocal about the stuff I'm against but just know that I personally dislike it lol)

BYF: I experience severe age lag and also adults terrify me due to personal trauma but feel free to follow and interact!! :') I'd prefer people around or below my bodily age to befriend me though sorry. Also I don't rlly have a DNI but take heed of the list above ig?

Umm extras? I like H/onkai S/tar R/ail and G/enshin lore I guess. And hmu if you like TennRiku/RikuTenn & TouTora plsplspls 🥺

Tags

ravi rambles a lot -> random talking

ravi rambles a lot (ill) -> mental illness vents

ravi's little things -> daily life