#Aarushi

[bapydemonprincess]

Picrew used: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/163761

Sebastian and Agni's two very opposite offspring

[royalaristocrat]

Location - Chennai

[captainkurosolaire]

Blooming Effect

Colorfully ornamented pinwheel's delicately in youth's spring hands whirled while they giggled amongst themselves, crackling skies of prismatic firework's of festivities lit up alongside drifting stars celebrating a new leaf. An elegant vibrant dragon's dancing ran parading throughout the Far-East chasing away evil spirit's and encourage prosperity, fortune. Even in conflict's of grim. A seasoned-shadow with minor scrapes moved throughout crowds undetected. An oddity challenging flower still remained in his possession for until Sunrise. When his ordeal, would be over. Yet every petal remained in-tact, the flower mysteriously didn't wither. In moment's the assassin, researched it like a father's obligation. She who wasn't even named. It-was-as-if, his existence was buried, a nameless headstone grave, this flower was a respect to the dead; of him, and the yard's he created. Sensation's crept up, protecting this small-precious, insignificant thing. Was this power in valuing life? His saunter pace furthered, feeling followed. Someone peered through darkness and located him skillfully. Taking an alley-way away from crowds. Pursuit came to a stop, as heel's cackling behind him paused at the entry, noticing the shadow disappeared. Thinking he caught the chaser off-guard, only for a scatter of high-puncturing thick steel-needles to launch from a conditioned, polished hand. He rapidly deflected with a blinding speed swish of his sheathed-blade, one-stray needle, requiring him to physically punch in a timely-stoppage, blocking for the safety of that flower, nestled closer to his heart. A completed lolipop's stick fell from filled purse-lips, "Sharp, Lion, oh how you've always penetrated my deepest senses." Sultry came out playfully from a She-Devil. Palpable energy unveiled rising, flashing an uncanny smirk, she cut the distance and kicked his blade in disarming, the stiletto heel's she wore were instrumental-weapons equivalently. Razor-nail's feminine grazed his neck, easy for rupturing. Her disarm wasn't entirely success, his feline tail, latched by the hilt his blade and transferred it to an open-palm to wield, both them stalemated. Purring before his feline ear, "I do enjoy being a breathe away at the crescendo with you." She'd wink before leaping backwards. This energetic, assassin perhaps, was at an equal-level or above, without sacrificing an ounce of identity. Her method was more aligned with infamous, Kunoichi's, ensnaring with their feminine-charm, before burying their teeth to prey. The stone-face spent no amusement, "How do you come, Killer Queen?" Only knowing another by many title's placed in their settings. Alongside one mutual-mission they met previously-in. "Buy me dinner, I could be ever-willing to demonstrate." Furthering teases, despite his steel-exposure was immovable. Clearly, she wasn't out to spew his blood. Taking a turn and began withdrawing, wasn't worth sticking around, entertaining whatever she was scheming. Brow's of dismay and playfulness frowned, "Alright! Get-back, I'm returning a favor. I was running an investigation on your own Don." Upon hearing callous hands returned with killing-intent, was likely they'd be fighting after-all... For now still held allegiances. Before he struck, she continued. Violet-highlight strands with darker roots, she brushed aside and began using a trimmer on her nails. "Overheard them mention you in-fact, you're compromised to them." Now his attention and posture staggered, realizing the severity. "They know your mission-failed, she's marked. Dead any moment by another Black Miracle." He said no response, and began suddenly taking-off, climbing acrobatically on rooftops above the Eastern city-walls. <My didn't expect that response.... Seems you're compromised indeed.> The informant thought before following his movements, running alongside gingerly. "Could of led with this." He said simplistically. Expressing her sympathy became mournful, respecting, "You'll not find her in time..." Being realistic.

Stopping in tracks holding his head down, seemingly accepting it's a lost cause... Retrieval came for the flower nestled still containing his client's scent and aura. Using an advanced-technique, like sonar detection, or wavelength's of that flower's essence permeated throughout the city using his own aether to extend the range and lock onto identical unseen waves until finding the center point, where similarities meet. Boot's resumed on a race against the clock, lethally ticking.

[Prev:Chapter]: Mother of Light ~ ♪"Secret Place"♪

[bayleaf-2]

Some SP!Lyra doodles from a couple weeks ago :) Can finally post these now that my computer is up to date on my art again, oops.

Critique is welcome on these, I'm trying to draw her fat and something about the proportions still feels off to me.

[hissterical-nyaan]

omg ok so its gonna be one month soon since uni started but these are the cases we have written a report on:

Priyadarshini Mattoo

Aarushi Talwar

Ted Bundy

ongoing: Nirbhaya case (which sir told us to refer to the supreme court judgement AND the series called delhi crime...series for basic info, judgement doc for detailed info).

soon: Lindberg kidnapping case

Omg that sounds so interesting kasbskbsjsbsns lemme know if you need any help with reading judgements or understanding the ratio of the case!!

I would give my kidney to have this interesting work akdbsjsbsbnsb why don't they give us this stuff 😭

[aestheticssirens]

[vencedor1514pueblo]

[wordsfromaarushi]

Reflections

It’s hard to contemplate Fair and simple it seemed Transparent and monotonous It always deemed. Then one happening moment, Reality or plain torment, Never been this unhinged Ideas that make one cringe Stability in the sea A wave or a storm or wind just a wee One can be a canny lass Standing at the bay Or a shrewd witch With thoughts, that makes you sway!

[foggyspecsonmynose]

A snippet of my next instagram post by Kaali and Aarushi Saxena. Follow me on instagram @kaali_thepoet to check out more such posts♡

[saltyluminaryvoid]

“Cold was the steel of my axe to grind.”

A story of a daughter’s newfound quest for her family. 

In which the daughter of Elijah Mikaelson and Princess Samira Parvati Agrawal is betrayed by her own and imprisoned for several centuries. When the hollow sacrifices Elijah it triggers unforeseen consequences onto humanity and the supernatural world. The escape of the dhampyre releases nearly a thousand years of blood thirst and unbridled rage onto vampire kind and anyone who stands in her way for revenge. 

CHAPTER ONE

In the cool air of the August night, a woman moved gracefully through Agrawal Palace, tiny bells upon her ankles announcing her every step as she carefully balanced two trays one ladled with cold lemonade and the other with fresh bread and cheese. 

Parvati! a voice calls in the distance, ‘you could have called for me and I would have come to assist you.’ Sister, Parvati calls softly nothing will fall and be ruined, the golden-skinned beauty teases as she removes her hold upon the trays only to leave them hovering mid-air, ‘that’s the beauty of magic’ she softly demonstrates. Her baby sister a fiery red-headed Indian woman tsked her, ‘Well at least it would have given me something to do, while our sister occupies herself with her warrior training.’ Orrrr, Parvati begins to tease you can practise your English and allow your elder sisters some much-needed peace. Aarushi only pouts as she descends the stairway, the length of her silken saree flowing with the gentle breeze, Parvati follows into the large courtyard trays trailing mid-air alongside as she joins Aarushi under the large Willow happy with the reprieve the nights brought from the hot Indian summers. Her younger sister Lokirina  dutifully practices her sword fighting, clothed in nothing but dragon hide armour, no doubt kept cool  from the many magical runes inscribed onto her armour. 

Parvati sips her lemonade, half-mindedly listening to her sister prattle on about how pretty the Patel twins are. She recalls the many nights Lokrinia and father stalked and hunted the dragon which terrorised neighbouring lands. In her foolish bravery she remembers almost being killed for her hubris, her father’s broken cries as he cradled her sister’s burnt body. She’ll never forget the way fear and panic racked her body when the healers announced Lokirina now fully healed from her burns many never awaken as her mind had retreated too far for magic to heal. 

Parvati had never felt so useless, as the eldest child of the greatest coven to exist in the Vijayanagar Empire Parvati was the problem solver. The one her siblings turned to when they were far out of their depths, the one her father groomed to take up the mantle of Thakurani, the ruler who fell under the great Maharaj of the Empire. In her passing hopelessness, Parvati had assembled the greatest witches and warlocks of the empire and together they slayed the dragon and affirmed her position as the most beloved Kumari in history. Her sister’s dragon hide armour was carefully cut and within its skins, all manner of protective and tracking runes were sown.

She recalls her once loving father who made it his priority to be involved in the education and rearing of his girls despite still mourning his beloved wife and heading his kingdom. She knew he once truly loved her in the way he’d  patiently explain complicated theoretical magic, in the way he lovingly feed her bites of food when she was too caught up with her newest magical project or the way he hid the pain his face whenever she looked far too much like her mother or even the way he never resented her as she was the admissible evidence her mother’s heart would always lie with Elijah. 

Bitterly she thought, he didn’t love me anymore why else would he have plotted with the spirit Esther to seal her away? 

Why else would he turn the coven against her once he discovered the truth of what her father really was?

Why else would he punish her sisters alongside her when they refuse to turn against her?

Why else would he have thought of such a brutal prison to seal her away so she could never fully transition?

Because of him they were forever trapped within a prison world, doomed to repeat this one day until the end of time, she was doomed to live in an unending loop of fiery torment clawing at her throat. A torment which could only be sated by the dhampyre natural prey, a vampire.

[bapydemonprincess]

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Two different instances in time, very far apart, that Sebastian and Agni's offspring were given presents.. with two very different results.

[captainkurosolaire]

Manhunt

Luminescence fireflies glided over a rushing ravine, reflecting a fellow enchanting crescent moon hidden by passing clouds. A small lily-pad with an exotic amphibian aboard; starved gave to gluttony instinct, stretching tongue scooping up what appeared to be prey, was volatile of death. Black foot-pads ran towards a testing encounter. Instinct driving movement, unknowing invisibly feelings beneath the realm of suppression. Craving hungrily to return light. The Shadow and Company on the outskirt's of a meadow and construction-site being built, found a horrendous scene at their destination. An-ending result happening before a battle. A battered spiritual woman fell with a thud, echoing throughout, frightening lurking bats on trees. Massive sword secreting, tinge-lime-green and red droplet's ran off the edges as it was placed over a broad-shoulder of the assailant. "Rozan the Star, you're to late. She'll be inevitably dead within minutes." Not even requiring a turn-around to identify his fellow Shadow and knew his title closely. His own was Hydo The Inevitable Death-Adder. For his unique-weapon, manufacturing design brought from one-slash and irreversible outcome a poison with no believed-cure. The masculine Seeker, didn't submit to grief. "You'll be dead in seconds." Cold-fact uttered, tempered response. Many would rush with emotions, quake, could assume his act was heartless. Reality, stone-hard discipline, was his shape, unequivocally lethal.

Callous handling his hilt, locked between a contest that couldn't let this enemy left unattended. "Killer Queen retrieve her to safety, kindly." When the Black Miracle's crossed intensity rattled throughout nightly-breeze setting in. The venomous shadow, had a broken nose, he realigned effortlessly then reapplied his mask, so his Hit-Target did contest. The Kunoichi ally deftly took the injured lass behind cover, Rokeia's complexion was becoming greenish pale starting from finger-tips, weakness instantly demonstrated. Slight-coveting slash on her belly, but held dire effect. Each swordsman took a pace, before drawing in equal-mind with a lunge, their flurry steel clashing in contested sparks. The Venomous Shadow struck with mass overall power, while other held better weight distribution, balanced skill. A changing-guard came with Hoku from his sleeve launched a kunai to disrupt the flow. Whizzing towards his advisory, but would be blocked by plated gauntlet's swatting the projectile away, the Miqo'te believed held the upper-hand, athletically let out a slide to attempt to skirt around his opponent, but was predicted. Meeting a viscous-kick by the larger Hyur that caused a stagger-break, vertically realigning his blade, he'd charge forth at the smaller-figure, attempting to skewer him in half, by a full-frontal assault, it had the Miqo'te pinned against a wall. Reaction came barely only from instinct, horizontally aligning his sword to block. Feet-clinging behind using the wall, to attempt to counter-measure the strength being pushed, so terribly close to reaching his abdomen by an ilm for skewering. Quickly with rapidness the Miqo'te unleashed a defiant growl, slash his palm with own blade, and dousing it across his opponent's blade, then began controlling his breathing, allowing imbued air to circulate around his Uchigatana, accelerating the rate of corrosion, attempting to weaken the great-blade ensuing. Seemed at no avail, until both Death-Dealers heard sound of something chipped. The Venomous Shadow, leapt back with a retreat, knowing if continued, he'd lose the struggle. The blindfolded-cloth protecting eyelids was left rustling-away in a breeze. Ferocious glowing-golden orbs, awakened. His Title translated to the meaning, <Burning The Star>, it felt that's what his eyes could achieve. Battle would meet its climax. Grabbing his decorative scabbard from his sash and holding it out, concealing his steel slightly taking a battle-stance. Sweeping his leg's back, before letting out a shocking high-speed slash that saw his scabbard being used like a ranged-bullet. He built-air into a pocket, creating an ingenious attack. The Venomous Shadow slammed his blade firmly into the grounds and hid behind it like a shield. Otherwise it'd have punctured gravely, Hoku was descending upon him, predictably... The Hyur thought he read his opponent again; like-before. However, the Seeker made an unexpected duck, as-if those dangerous Truesight eyes predicted with foresight...

Hydo's tendon was slashed following, sending him into a penance. Dropped of knee; control... Before the final blow came. Hoku's blade dug into the near shoulder-expertly of the Venomous Shadow, down to his sternum, when his blade withdrew; brutally, it'd severe many major arteries, causing a volcanic-eruption of torrent sanguine to fountain out in rivulets. "Last words?" The Seeker almost showed signs of honor. Poisonous lastly spewed, "H-Hhe-heh.... I-I... d-d-die, knowing all inevitable outcomes." The Venomous Black Miracle, ferocious vomit bellowed from congested lungs, that saw his face-mask, removed. Unsheathing with emotion; a weapon satisfied, Battle loss, ...War won.

[Prev:Chapter]: Blooming Effect ~ ♪"My Enemy"♪

[bayleaf-2]

Pencil vs. Inked versions! I found a smaller brush tip pen so I've been inking more stuff lately. It's really fun!

[thewitchywriterr]

SLYTHERINS 🐍

Serpent is the symbol of wisdom,

It represents rebirth and immortality.

Throughout the history of magic forbidden,

Slytherins have always performed their specialty.

Sorcery which is not to be done,

The dark lord has executed it dynamically,

And to know that he is not the only one,

But many who have carried it out radically.

But one thing we all must learn and know,

That slytherins aren't just for evil and wrong.

For, the great ambition and power they show,

Has marked the history of Magic in a row!

-Aarushi.

[makimacult]

really hope my new hyperfixation will not turn out to be famous indian murder and/or cover-up cases bc they're just really depressing to read about. been checking out:

- justice loya

- nithari case

- aarushi talwar case

- burari case

so far and theyre all so depressing. gross miscarriage of justice and insane incompetency in every case... its really enough to make you despair

[vencedor1514pueblo]

Aarushi Singh