#Chakor

[the-toybox-general]

I was trying to FINALLY figure out how to make sticker heads because a lot of artists make very very cute ones and think I figured it out?! So here's a bunch of my bird ocs and one of @romancetickets sonas in the upper right !

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death god chakor and his weapon: an axe that wraps around peoples necks lol. also bonus sillies. the story here is that chakor is bound to a place called asphodel, so the collar cant be removed. canonically simon and chakor cant ever see each other (long story…its in a comic. called conduit 🙃) so these are truly just silly doodles. miyu can see chakor though!! both of them are truly thrilled. especially once miyu starts bopping simon lmao

i dont actually know if simons scissors could break his curse…probably? haaa that makes their separation 400x worse lmfao love the misery implied here

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Vijayendra Kumeria

[viensdansmatete]

La Saint-Valentin fait vriller les coeurs.

Kheira Chakor

[revatiu12-blog]

Top Foods for Optimal Bone Health

Introduction:

As for bone’s health, it remains one of the most significant aspects in terms of overall well-being and life quality. Proper nutrition plays a vital role in bone health, providing the essential nutrients needed for bone formation, strength, and density. This blog is dedicated to the understanding of nutrition and relevance to the strength of your bones and advices foods that you should include in your diet for stronger bones. As an Expert in Orthopedics, Dr. Rohit Chakor, emphasizes the significance of nutrition in maintaining optimal bone health for individuals in Kharadi, Pune.

The Importance of Bone Health

Bones are the key elements of the body frame, protect the vital organs and tend to move the body. Throughout life, bones undergo continuous remodeling, with old bone tissue being replaced by new bone tissue. Nutrition with sufficient quantity is fundamental in maintaining overall vitality and sustaining healthy levels of bone density and strength. Poor nutrition can lead to weakened bones, increasing the risk of fractures and osteoporosis.

Key Nutrients for Bone Health

Several nutrients are essential for maintaining strong and healthy bones:

Calcium: Calcium is a primary building block of bones, contributing to their strength and density. Calcium rich foods come from dairy, such as milk, yogurt and cheese, greens including spinach and beans as well as other soybean product-tofu-and fortified foods.

Vitamin D: Essential for calcium absorption and bone health, vitamin D sources provided by nature include sunlight exposure, oily fish, egg yolks, and fortified foods.

Magnesium: Crucial for bone health, magnesium facilitates calcium absorption and bone formation. Foods rich in magnesium, including nuts, seeds, vegetables, and whole grains, contribute to overall bone strength.

Vitamin K: Vitamin K plays a role in bone metabolism and regulates calcium deposition in bones. Incorporating vitamin K-rich foods like Brussels sprouts and kale into your diet can support bone health.

Protein: Essential for bone formation and repair, protein provides the structural framework for bones. Include lean meats, poultry, fish, legumes, and low-fat dairy products in your diet to meet your protein requirements.

Foods to Strengthen Your Bones

To promote optimal bone health, include the following foods in your diet:

Dairy products: Milk, cheese, and yogurt are rich sources of calcium and vitamin D, essential for bone health.

Leafy greens: Spinach, kale, collard greens, and broccoli are especially rich in these above mineral compounds that include calcium, magnesium, and vitamin K.

Fatty fish: Salmon, sardines, and mackerel are high in vitamin D and omega-3 fatty acids, beneficial for bone health.

Fortified foods: you can opt for fortified cereals, orange juice or any other plant-based milk alternatives to improve on your bone health which will enhance your calcium and vitamin D content.

Nuts and seeds: Almonds, sesame seeds, and chia seeds are rich in calcium, magnesium, and protein, supporting bone health.

Conclusion:

Keeping healthy and strong bones are very crucial for creating a healthy body. By prioritizing nutrition and incorporating bone-strengthening foods into your diet, you can support optimal bone health and reduce the risk of bone-related conditions. Being a recognized Orthopedic Surgeon in Kharadi, Pune. Dr. Rohit Chakor advises people of all age groups on the significance of good nutrition for strong and healthy bones. Start nourishing your bones today with a balanced diet rich in essential nutrients for bone health.

[jamie-007]

Il ne saurait y avoir de guerre juste pour la bonne raison que la Terre n'appartient à personne. 💙✨

Kheira Chakor

[astridthevalkyrie]

chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 6

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: yesssss update's out have a fun time reading!

warnings: suicide attempts (with the understanding that she will reset), hawks pins reader to a building, rudeness, icky romantic stuff 🤮

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

“Whoa.” Your hands come up in front of your chest as the kid’s arm crackles—crackles?—with lightning. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hang on, I don’t fight children!”

You don’t think the nerd hears you, because he’s jumping forward with wide, fearful, despaired eyes. “Detroit”—of course he’s an All Might copycat, USA lover, star spangled stripes, would still smash their number one hero, though more like she’d smash you because she’s super strong—”SMAAASH!”

Fuck your life. Truly.

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You go back to the beach the next today. Not to kill All Might again, even if you did cheat and break the vow you’d made to yourself the first day you officially started training to be a hero (haha your soul is broken you’re going to hell except you’re not because you’re stuck in a time loop and ohmygosh maybe this is hell maybe when you got hit by the rock that first day you died what the shiiiiit). No no, you won’t kill him again, because you’re just far more interested in who this tiny little green loser is and just how he KOed you with one punch.

That’s not, like, easy. You killed the top ten heroes minus the dumb bird! By right of passage, that makes you the number one! Or at least the number two if Hawks is de facto one even though he totally isn’t. He admitted MULTIPLE times that he would have just let you kill him. Who needs a flimsy number one hero like that?

Speaking of flimsy number one heroes.

You’re probably losing your mind more than you thought. Why are you looking at a chibi version of All Might?

Goddamn are heroes stupid! You’re perched up just barely out of view and neither the LITERAL NUMBER ONE or his protege have noticed you as they eat and yap about CLASSES of all things!

Okay, so when you killed All Might, he wasn’t exactly himself because he hasn’t had his Snickers bar yet or whatever. Which means you didn’t really kill the number one, and so the right of passage still leaves you at number two (yeah yeah, de facto Hawks number two, then you). 

So if Small Might (good one! that’s original!) can’t fight you, that would mean the real foe you’d need to defeat is YOUNG MIDRORIYA! Only problem is that YOUNG MIDORIYA! is a child and y’know, you’re not quite that comfortable in your amorality yet. Already you feel queasy every time you think about the way you killed LightMight. 

Still, one doesn’t just go around California Cabana-ing every single person they see, so when YOUNG MIDORIYA! starts walking back to whichever hovel he crawled out of, you follow him until you see someone trip in front of him, large drink in their hands. 

What would have soaked his shirt now completely coats his face with just a liiiiitle bit of wind.

Respect your elders, kid. You’ll never be the next Mini Might with that attitude. Although, that isn’t any reason to apologize that profusely to the lady that spilled the drink. No, there’s no need to buy her a new drink either, your face got soaked, not her’s, she was the one not looking where she was going. OFFERING AN AUTOGRAPH FROM ERASERHEAD? HUH? DID SHE LOSE HER DRINK OR DID SHE LOSE HER WHOLE GODDAMN FAMILY?

Oh, she doesn’t even know who Eraserhead is. Ha. That’s right, walk home with your sorry little green head all wet. That’ll teach you not to bribe civilians.

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The next day, you wake up, ignore Hawks’ text first thing in the morning, open your window and jump out. Then you wake up in your bed again, and repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It’s entertaining for all of six minutes before the nothingness and despair becomes passionless.

What’s left? What more is there?

Well, it was kinda fun taking Ryukyu up to space (no it wasn’t?). You could try that again. Opening the window, you go up this time, instead of down.

Today, you’ll try to reach the sun.

First, you’re shot by someone who must think you were a stray bird. First, rude. Second, still illegal. Rot in jail. You love being a pro hero, the police do whatever you say with overt rudeness but begrudging submission. 

Second, you look into the sun too long and uh. Die. That one’s embarrassing.

Third, claws dig into your hips and yank you down. 

“Hey!” You scratch at the hands assisting gravity in bringing you closer to the ground. “What the hell, what are you doing? You never get here this early!”

“What are you doing? Where are you even going?”

“I will kick you in the balls if you don’t let me go, you dumb shit!”

“You’re so nice,” Hawks drawls, and his legs wrap around yours too, one arm around your front to pin your arms to the side. Now it’s only his wings keeping you afloat, his air giving you flight. It infuriates you, appealing muscles aside. “Someone just took a picture of us, by the way. Have fun explaining that one.”

You growl as fiercely as humanly possible, wriggling in his grasp. “Stupid stupid stupid bird impedes justice, gets murdered for it.”

“Too wordy for a hashtag.”

“Okay, how’s about—” It makes your chest hurt when you do it, but you suck in wind towards you using your own breath, and shoot it down to throw his arms away from you. “Hashtag I Did Hawks’ Dad!”

His wings flap as he falls, but he catches himself in no time. You’re propelling back up already, clouds not even within touching distance yet. Not that you wanna touch them. They’re really cold. Might as well touch Endeavor’s heart while you’re at it.

“For your information.” His nails graze your nape this time, and he grips the back of your uniform. With a grunt, he pulls you back again, too strong for those weak birdy bones. You shoot downwards, gasping. “That would make you a criminal fucker.”

You’re sideways, hair twisting in strange ways as you glare up at him. His wings expand impressively, blocking the sun and giving you a good look at a world of crimson gold. 

“Sorry about your dirtbag father. Can you get out of the fucking way?”

Hawks holds up a finger with a condescending look, pointing to his right, then his left. “See these? These are legitimate directions to fly in. Up is nothing. Up doesn’t have anything for you.”

“You’re a fake friend,” you spit, jetting up with a fist raised. 

He blocks, immediately raising his leg to kick you, but you saw that move coming because sometimes you watch his fight compilations for entertainment (and his compilations in real life too, duh). His foot connects with your arm, and the sunlight gleams in his visor. “Is that so? Elaborate for me.”

“Do you know how fucking bored I am? Do you have any idea how much I hate every single fucking person on this planet?”

You land a square hit on his chest; the victory is short lived. Feathers sneak into your sleeves and pull you down, ignoring your kicking and screaming.

“Who could you possibly hate?” he sings.

“You, for starters, winged piece of shit! And Endeavor, yeah, that’s right, dickrider. Cry about it. I hate All Might too—did you know he’s a fraud? And his stupid ass sidekick, or ex boyfriend, or whatever, I paid him a visit and every time he’s about to tell me my future I end up dying, because life hates me just as much as I hate life! I’m not even allowed to know how I go out! Ryuku and Best Jeanist think they can appeal to my better nature, well, I DON’T HAVE ONE! Oh, I hope you get to marry someone someday, Hawks, and I hope they cheat on you and take all your money.”

It might look like you’re flailing, but you’re not. You’re just trying to air out your own clothes to get the feathers out. The man who had taken a picture of you is not full on recording the fight you and Hawks are having.

You flash him two matching middle fingers. 

“Stop it,” Hawks snarls, apparently fed up now (one word against Endeavor and Fanboy Hawks comes out to play). “That shit’ll go viral, you know it will.”

“Sorry to ruin your perfect image, golden boy.” You finally rip the last feather out of your sleeve, biting it in half and spitting it out just to spite him. “Kiss my ass—fuck!”

You’re pinned. Fully against the building. The feathers aren’t under your clothes, they don’t need to be. They connect with each other to form a link that pins your ankles and wrists individually and before you can suck in any air a few more stuff into your mouth as a makeshift gag. Upside down. “I’m not worried about my image, songbird. Your popularity rating is at an all time low lately.”

Because you don’t pose for posers the way he does. And also maybe how not child friendly you are in interviews. Maaaybe because most of the other heroes don’t even like you enough to team up with you.

Not! That! It! Matters!

Hawks can read you well enough from your eyes. He maneuvers his body upside down to look at you face up, and looks into your gaze with a slight quirk of his lips. “What’s the matter, Nightingale? You hate hero society all of a sudden?”

NO SHIT.

“You wanna skip patrol today?”

NO.

“Why not?”

WE’LL BE CALLED TO FIGHT CLOCKINTHEHOLE ANYWAY AND IF WE DON’T GET THERE IN TIME PEOPLE GET INJURED AND YOU GET ALL SAD FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

“Sorry, gonna need your mouth to transcribe that one.” The gag is lifted and before you can scream he covers your mouth with his hand, “Hey,” he coos, looking like his hair is flying up, “I’m serious. We can skip patrol, or I can do it on my own. I’ll cover for you, no problem.”

“Dude,” you choke, and the wetness running up your temple makes you realize you’re crying, “I wanna die.”

His face changes immediately, dropping every bit of his persona in an instant. The feathers loosen and release you, dropping you, and he catches you bridal style before you can turn on Aerial. 

“Alright, hang on.” His face is pained as he nudges your window open, carrying you in. “Hang on.”

The blood rushes back to your head, and the tears fall normally. He places you against your headboard, right next to the body pillow you always wake up next to. The sight of it makes you cry harder.

“Hey, hey.” Just like he did every time you tried to manipulate fighting tactics out of him to use against Endeavor, Hawks’ thumbs come up to brush your tears away. He sits at the edge of your bed, as though he’s visiting you in the hospital. “Hey, pretty girl, c’mon. Talk to me. Tell me everything. Let me help you.”

Your hands tangle in your own hair and your eyes shut, looking every bit the crazy lady you’ve become. “I want to fly into the sun. Please, just let me do that.”

“I can’t,” he pleads, taking his visor off and setting it aside. His jacket goes next, and he drapes it over you like the two of you aren’t indoors. And not on a date. He’s watched one too many cheesy romcoms. His favorite is John Tucker Must Die. You think that’s because he has mommy issues.

“I can’t,” he repeats, nudging himself next to you and moving your hands from your hair to your lap. His own hands go up to pat your hair down, and brush your shoulders, touch as light as a feather. 

He’s grooming you. Dumb bird. 

A painful sob escapes you, and you fall into him as he rubs your arms, your back, your hair. His bodysuit quickly becomes wet with your tears, but he doesn’t seem to mind, lips on your temple and arms tight around you. He even leans down and kisses a tear straight off your cheek.

“I’ve been living the same day again and again. I’ve lost count of the days. I killed people and I manipulated you and you keep helping me but nothing works. Everyday I have to go through this. Everyday the universe finds a way to kill me. I haven’t—” Your own wail cuts you off, and he squeezes you closer. “I haven’t seen nighttime in forever! I’ll forget what nighttime looks like soon, I’m so sick of the sun!”

He doesn’t say anything. Sometimes he believes you straight away, sometimes he doesn’t, but either way he eventually takes it in stride. He cheers you up. He takes you places or he talks and talks and talks until you’re laughing, laughing so hard you almost don’t feel the pain when you die.

His lips burn on your skin. He keeps them on your temple, warming you far more than his jacket does. 

“I hate telling you this every time,” you sniff, “I wish there was a way I could fast forward it.”

Still, he doesn’t talk. He moves instead, holding you to his heart like you’re.

Gold.

When Hawks does speak, his voice is thicker than normal, like he’s holding back something. Tears of his own, or a confession. Too many times he’s seen you vulnerable now, even if he doesn’t remember, and you don’t think you’ll ever see him in such a state. 

“If you wanna fly into the sun, I won’t stop you.”

You look at him. No hint of a lie in those golden eyes. Pulling away from the safety you’d embraced for a second, you sit back and swallow. “Yeah? No lie?”

“No lie. You’ll come back, right? The day will reset. So it’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Unless today is finally the last day. But you doubt it. You’ll know when it is. If it ever comes.

“Then you can go. Or…”

A few minutes ago, you’d have jumped out the window the second he stopped holding you back. “Or?”

“Or.” His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek. Thinking face. One of the few people who doesn’t have a dumb thinking face. This one actually looks like he’s thinking. “You let me take you somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Surprise,” he says softly, “you’ll like it. Promise.”

And you figure you can always fly into the sun tomorrow. The giant ass star isn’t going anywhere.

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He’s had a hand over your eyes for a couple minutes now, guiding you inside…somewhere. Every few seconds he makes a shushing sound, to who you assume are bystanders wondering why the rude hero who trended number one on Twitter this morning (#FrightingaleBreakdown) is wandering around.

“Are you taking me to a strip club?” you ask suddenly. “I really don’t wanna go to a strip club right now.”

“No, but that’s a good idea. Tell me that one later. Or, tomorrow, or whatever. Whenever you want.”

Yeah. Okay.

A door closes, and that’s when he finally moves his hand. You’d assumed you would have to shield your eyes from some ceiling light. But instead, you’re met by even more darkness.

Well. Not total darkness.

There’s a hint of white. A sliver of silver. And it’s everywhere.

You honesttoGod gasp, staggering back as you witness the night sky. The stars twinkle like shiny teeth (that sparkle, adding beauty to my faaaace, my shiny teeth that glisten, just like a christmas tree, you know they’d walk a mile, just to see me smile (woo!) my shiny teeth and me). Your hands tremble as they close over your mouth, and you don’t realize that you’re tearing up until Hawks’ fingers are under your eyes again, catching the tears before they can fall.

“I know a planetarium isn’t the same as the actual night.” He glows like this, how does one do that? What’s his skincare routine? “But…it’s better than nothing, and I’ll bring you here whenever you want. You say the word to me and we’re here. Or anywhere else. If you can’t get out of the loop, then you should take advantage of it. Have fun. Do things you’ve never had time to do before. I’ll help you.”

For all this trouble, you should stare up at the faux sky, not at him.

“And um, to speed up the process.” His cheeks dust pink, and he whispers, “Keigo.”

That’s when you find your voice. “What?”

“Keigo. My name. I’ve never told anyone, so, you know. I’ll believe you faster.” His face is red now, all the way up to the tips of his prickly ears. 

“Kei-go.” You test it out on your tongue, eyes on him. “Well, what if I’m just messing with you and I’m not actually reliving today?”

He exhales in a way that tells you the thought didn’t even cross his mind. As if you’re sooo goodhearted you would never do such a thing. But you absolutely would.

“It’d be worth it.” Hawks—Keigo—shrugs. “To hear you say my name.”

Oh.

You step forward, you think, to kiss him, but before you get the chance the ground shakes, and then crumbles directly under your feet. You don’t even hear his cry of surprise. Is this an earthquake? No, quicksand? But that makes no sense—except the curse doesn’t make any sense at all, so yeah. Sure. You’ll go out like that.

You wake up with the taste of sand and good sense never to try and kiss your partner again. 

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“You’re early!” Hawks greets you at patrol.

“Yeah, well.” You sigh, blowing into the cup of hot tea in your hand. “We don’t all take our time like you, Keigo.”

[santmat]

Mystic Verses of Sant Tulsi Sahib on Love and Yearning The rainy season is specially chosen by Saints and poets in India for poems of love and longing. In this poem, Tulsi Sahib has compared streams and rivers overflowing with water to the lover’s eyes brimming with tears of yearning for union with the Beloved. In whom longing for the Beloved has taken abode, Every moment his body becomes feeble and enervated. A stream of tears constantly flows from his eyes; The pangs of pain ceaselessly smart his body and mind. Like rivers in Sawan and Bhadon, (1) overflows the stream of my love. Day and night I long for Him and tears fall like incessant rain. The pain for my Beloved increasingly penetrates my being every moment; My attention can be transfixed on nothing but him Even as the moon bird (2) never gets satiated by looking at the moon. Dark clouds gather and burst with thunder, and lightning dazzles the eyes. The peacock crows in delight and the rain bird (3) sings in longing. I yearn for you ever more, my body keeps wasting away in anguish. When I listen to the Sound, I lose my patience and I write to my Beloved. With mind and soul as my couriers, I send my message to His Inaccessible Abode. When I hear the tidings of His well-being. My heart is filled with love and delight. Ever since this yearning for the Lord has taken hold of me, I have severed all connections with the world. -- Sant Tulsi Sahib, Book of Shabdavali NOTES: (1) The months of the rainy season, which usually tally with July and August (2) The chakor, a bird in Indian folklore, is enamored of the moon (3) The papiha, another bird in Indian folklore, drinks only rain water and that too only at a particular time of the year

[cruel-kaya]

*Ahm Ahm* mic check mic check 123...123

(intro music plays)

Sooo guys jiska aap sab ko tha besabri se intezar (nahi tha meko pata hai) Tea with Tamanna aa gaya hai Tumblr pai again aap sabko entertain (pakane ) ke liye! 😋

Or aaj ki humari Hostage *ahm ahm* I mean I mean humari guest hai .........

Meri pyaari Big sis, Rasmalai , Chudail, Tumblr ki personal sasti Anya, Hum sab ki laadli Kayaaaaaaa ! (Makes her sit on couch) 🤝

Okay so yk Main aapse kuch questions phuchungi and you have to answer that as whole Tumblr wants to know 😋(nahi sirf meko Janna hai)

Soooo here are your questions ✨

1} I want you to Introduce yourself but the twist is use fictional characters to show your character traits.

2} Aapki itni achi poetries likhne ka raaz kya hai?

3} Why do you associate yourself with moon? Or kya iss chand ko uska chakor mil gaya ?

4} Abhi aapko kayi saare flirty anons aa rahe hai unhe send karne wale insaan ko aap kya message dena chahoge?

5} Your Motto of life?

6} If you have to make a family out of your mutuals who would play role of which rishtedaar ?

And last but not the least I loved your presence here! Sending dher saara pyaar, jhappi , chai and ice creams 🍨

*Okie so is my face looking okay and the kajal is it fine???* *asks the team* Okie ig

*Faces Camera*

Namaste Tumblr wasi...

*Faces Tammu ji*

Namaste Tamanna ji

Thank you so much Tammu ji for cordially taking me in as your hostage uhmm I mean guest yeah as your guest....

Thank you for this lovely sa title Tumblr ki sasti anya must I say it's quite poetic...

And I don't care for anyone I am answering these questions for my chhoti behna tammu aka pishachini aka jalebiiii

Quite difficult but people say I am like Anjali from Kkkg or Geet from jab we met... I am a very talkative person , I am bubbly af and people associate me with golden retriever energy , I have been named as a literal ball of sunshine so yeah I am Geet ig but my character traits are much like Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice....

Dekhiye itna accha to nahi likhti , jo mann karta hai likh deti hu , I have people in life who acts as my inspiration so I write for them , my lover is a muse to me , whatever I write , I write for him or generally I write for people I love cause writing is sort of a love language for me...(Slightly emotional)

i associate myself with moon cause why be someone's sun when you can light up their life in the darkest hour... Being a moon to someone is the most intimate thing a person can do aur fir mai to ek kaviyitri aur lekhika hu... I tend to Romanticize little things... Aur iss Chand ko abhi tak uska chakor nahi mila hai (with a sulking face)

The person who is sending me these flirty anons truly I am flattered , you have read my blog well and that's visible from your asks but ye sab anon ban kar kaise karoge , you need to come to me then we'll decide *wink wink*

My motto of life is Vivamus Moriendum est i.e live and let live , also to be the change which I want to see in the world , spreading kindness , love and happiness wherever I go....

Each one of my mutual is a family to me but the ones who'll get special shout out are - @btw-its-tamanna is my jaan aka sissy , @paapi is my bestest friend , @hectorfrombritain @bandarrrrr @shyam-kariya are my Big brothers , @chillwithhana is my mumma aka big sissy....

Thank you for helding me hostage oh I mean for having me in your show , I truly enjoyed my time answering your wonderful questions

I would look forward for yet another invite

Shukriya dhanyawad

*looks at camera*

Thank you Tumblr waasi aap sabhi haste rahe muskuraate rahe , buh-bye lots of love to y'all....

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

Adhura chaand aur main, Aaj kuchh baki sa hai chand falak mein, Kuchh baki sa main bhi hun.

Isliye nahi ke ab tujhse mulaakat nahi hogi, Isliye kyun ke abr gila ke chhaye hain harsu.

Aaj adhura hai chand falak mein.

Aaj bhi woh intezar mein hai uske chakor ke, Bechara; khud ko ghalatfehmiyon se behlata hua, Khud ko purane kisse aur jhoote dilaase deta hua.

Aaj adhura sa hai chand falak mein.

Kya woh itna bhi nahi jaanta? Kya woh tanhaai bhi nahi pehchanta? Na koi sitaara hoga aaspaas, na koi farishta, Ab toh bas yeh hi hai uski daastan, Uska muqaddar.

Aaj adhura hai chand falak mein.

Aahista aashita, Katra Katra, Pighalna hai use aasmaan mein hi, Jab tak na rahe koi naam-o-nishaan Na jaane koi k chand bhi kabhi hua karta tha, Na roye koi uske liye,

Aaj bahot tanhaa sa chand hai falak main.

Bas woh, maut ka intezar, Aur main.

[the-toybox-general]

Me and @romancetickets have been making a like 40/60 canon and our own rewritten version of Hatoful Boyfriend called Phoenix Wings for fun ( we are not making a game or anything LOL )

A bunch of stuff is rewritten and I made a bunch of new ocs to fill roles instead of using the actual characters??? I thought it’d be fun and it has been :3

Also Orchid and his dad (Jewelweed) are there LOL I will never cease

[rip-planchette]

0w0

[fxckitupboomer]

चांद तू नभातला नि

(You are the moon in the sky)

बावळा चकोर मी

(And I am the foolish Chakor- a bird enamored by the moon)

गुलाम होउनी तुझा उभा तुझ्या समोर मी

(Standing before you as your humble servant)

[whippersnappersbookworm]

Kaadhal avargaludaiyadhu

Kundavai fidgeted with her bangles as she sat down in the boat. It has been almost an hour since Vandiyathevan was captured by her guards and has been held captive on an abandoned island under her strict orders. Is he alright? Did the guards treat him with care like I asked them to or did they …? Various thoughts were running through Kundavai's head as the boat moved forward. Kundavai was known across Chola Nadu for her incredible presence of mind and her way with words, but right now that very princess seems to be struggling with composing a sentence in her mind. How am I gonna do it? Kundavai thought. How does one express one's feelings to someone? Why has no one ever taught her this? She is well versed in everything starting from state craft , to poetry, but she doesn't know how to confess her feelings to a man? How can this happen?- Kundavai sighed as she covered her face in frustration.

Since she was a child, Kundavai was never the one to get blown away by feelings. She was always the picture of perfection, logical and practical . Love or any other kind of absurd feeling didn't have any place in her small world. But this certain Vanar warrior changed everything for her. He arrived out of nowhere like a gust of wind in her life and transformed the practical Illavarasi into a simpering girl. How did he do this ?- Kundavai wondered aloud. From where did he learn this art of winning the hearts of young maidens with nothing but a few words? He is the only man who had the power to render Kundavai speechless.

It had been three months since Kundavai had met the Vanar Kulam veer , three months since she had struggled with all these unknown emotions. All these months , Kundavai had tried her best to ignore those unruly thoughts , she had tried her best to drive Vanthiyer away from her dreams . But the news of him drowning in the sea together with his brother ,changed everything. Being brought up with two warriors made Kundavai hard-hearted; crying was always a sign of weakness to her . But the news of her beloved and her brother drowning in the sea broke her stone-cold facade, and revealed a side of her which was unknown to everyone. It has forced her to finally acknowledge her feelings for Vallavaryan, to accept the fact that love is not a myth , it is a very real thing. Three months of separation had proven to her that she couldn't live without this warrior. She needs him like a fish needs water to survive, or like a Chakor needs the moon. She is incomplete without him and his love.

" Leave me ! I am not a spy ! I have brought good news for your Illavarasi!"- Vallavaryan's screaming brought Kundavai back to reality. She looked up to find him on the abandoned island , blindfolded and handcuffed just like she ordered. Kundavai took a final breath to compose herself as she got down from the boat. This is it , this is the moment she has been waiting for , for three months.

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Ropes dug into Vandiyathevan's hands as he tried to break free. He has been struggling to get out from his handcuffs for an hour now , his whole body is tired by the journey; it doesn't have enough strength to work its way out of those tight ropes. Vandiyathevan entered the city of Pazhayarai with many dreams in his eyes. He spent his whole journey daydreaming about the beautiful princess, the queen of his heart. Oh how beautiful she will look when I tell her about my brave deeds , how happy she will be when she gets to know that her dear thambi is alive. Will she compliment me on my bravery? What if she smiled at me and asked me what I wanted as my reward for such an honorable deed? What will I say ? Can I ask her to give me a small piece of her jewelry as a keepsake to remember our rendezvous? Will she remember me? Of course she will! How can she ever forget the man she sent to bring back her brother? She promised that she would wait for me. Does that count as something?

But all this wonderful bubble of imagination he built in his head was burst as soon as he reached the palace. The princess didn't even bother to glance at him! She completely ignored his presence and, on top of that, all these stupid soldiers decided to capture him and put him in this godforsaken place!

" Ahhhh!"- He screamed in frustration and prayed to every god he knew

" Please Shiva Perumal, kanan , or whatever god is out there! Please help me get out of this situation! I promise I will never lie or trick someone again! I will also stop flirting with women, but please let me get out of here ! I am still so young, I don't want to die without having the chance to gaze at Ilavarasi's beautiful smile for one last time. "

Suddenly, a sound of someone advancing, stopped his chain of thoughts. He could hear someone coming! Someone is here. The gods have heard his prayer

" Who are you!"- Vallavaryan tried his best to make his voice sound menacing.

" Let me go or otherwise, I am perfectly capable of killing you , even if I am blindfolded."

Suddenly, there was a sound of whoosh as his captor took out his beloved sword from his belt.

Vallavaryan panicked internally, his only source of bravery now gone . What is he going to do now?

" Where is Arulmolzhi Varman "- his captor asked as they circled around him.

" Oh they have sent a woman then"- Vallavaryan smirked , ah there is a chance then . A woman can't do anything to him , he can easily charm his way out of here.

" Why should I tell you ?"

The sword swiftly landed on his neck.

" Don't you value your head?"

Vallavaryan smiled at the woman's words

" You are not going to behead me."

" Why?"- she asked as she pushed the sword down his neck , making him wince in pain.

" Because I have good news for your princess."

His captor took a moment to consider his words, then, with a swift blow, uncuffed his hands .

Vandiyathevan sighed in relief ,

" Ah she trusts me , maybe now she will take me to the princess."

" What good news?"

" Why should I tell you ?"- asked Vandiyathevan as she stopped him from taking off his blindfold. " Because the princess sent me "- the word stopped Vandiyatheva

" The ilavarasi sent you?"- he could finally see some light at the end of this dark tunnel.

Was she the one who captured him? That means she remembers him! There is still hope.

" What did she say?"

The sword was once again back in his throat, dangerously close to his pulse,

" Slay the spy!"- The mystery woman replied

Suddenly, a familiar scent of Jasmine and sandalwood hit Vandiyathevan's nostrils as his captor moved forward. There is something very familiar about this smell. Who is she? Vandiyathevan wondered , do I know her? Is she by any chance? Vallavaryan stopped in his tracks . Yes it is her! Who else can it be? This particular smell had been in his mind since the day he met her in the boat. It has haunted his dreams back in Eezham, accompanying him throughout his journey. Vandiyathevan decided to try his luck , as he put his hand on the tip of the sword.His captor allowed it.

" She doesn't remember me? "- Vandiyathevan said as he slowly approached her.

" No, she must have forgotten you."

"Probably, I am, after all, a landless warrior and she is the daughter of Chakravarthy, besides..."

" Besides?"

" I heard she is going to marry Parthibendan soon."

"So ? What is that to you?"- her voice quivered, making him smile.

" Nothing really. Who am I After all? I don't own a patch of land. What can I desire?"

He slowly touched her hands , and fire ignited in his body as he felt her soft hands in his rough ones.

" What do you desire?"- Vandiyathevan could feel the princess coming closer to him, the smell of Jasmine and sandalwood now driving him mad, making him burn with desire and passion. As if challenging him to take off his blindfold and pull her into his arms.

" Many things"- he replied, trying to control himself from doing something rash.

" Who told you that the princess is going to marry Parthibendan?"

" She isn't? Really?"- now it was her turn to surprise him.

" No. "

" Why?"

He slowly brings her closer, hope now filling his mind.

What if the princess feels something for him? What if? A man can certainly dream.

" Because thoughts of someone else fill her mind."

Vandiyathevan could feel his world stop for a moment, several thoughts running in his head as he heard the sword drop behind him and the princess gasp at his touch.

" He promised her something but has now forgotten about it."

" What promise? I kept my promise, Arulmolzhi Varman is safe!"- Vandiyathevan almost screamed in frustration, his hands itching to take off his blindfold and sweep the princess from her feet, to take her in his arms and run away to the lands of fairy tales where there would be no politics, no Nandhini, no impending war to distract them.

" That was an order not a promise"-She replied, her voice now reduced to a whisper.

Vandiyathevan could feel her breath in his face , caressing his ears as if teasing him to capture her lips with his

" He promised that his heart is not his anymore, it now belongs to me"

A smile appeared on Vandiyathevan's face as he remembered a certain vow he made in his first meeting with the princess. She remembered everything,she felt the same for me, it was never a one-sided admiration but something more than that.

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Kundavai looked at his beloved's face as the realization dawned upon him. A beautiful smile broke into his face, making her heart skip a beat.

That damned smile , the smile that started everything

He tried to take off his blindfold but she stopped him .She needed a minute before she gazed into his twinkling eyes , a minute before he looked at her , all decked up to meet him . She needed a minute to do something she always wanted from the very first moment she gazed upon him.

Kundavai took a deep breath as she moved forward. She could practically smell him now. His smell makes her feel comfortable and safe, it reminds her of the childhood she had left behind. She looked down at his lips , parted and gasping for breath as if eagerly waiting for her . She closed her eyes and slowly leaned forward to touch his lips with hers. A strange sensation passed through her body as soon as she felt his lips on her , making her move back gasping for breath. She could feel fire burning in her heart and a strange sensation in her stomach.

What was she doing? Did she lose her mind? What if someone saw them?

Kundavai tried running away but she was too late. A strong hand captured her and brought her back to her previous position.

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The kiss was unexpected. Vandiyathevan expected her to hold his hands or maybe an innocent peek on his cheeks, but the kiss came out of nowhere. But he should not be amazed ,everything was unusual with his princess. He ripped off the blindfold as he brought her near. She was dressed in white from head to toe , a red blush creeping into her face making her look as beautiful as ever. In Vallavaryan's eyes, Kundavai's beauty was incomparable and could rival the heavenly Apsaras or the greatest of beauties. She can rage storms and wildfires with one look of her eyes ,her smile can stop the world from burning. It could even rival the beautiful flowers, she was more than perfect in his eyes.

" I didn't know the princess could blush?"- he asked as he touched her cheeks

"Of course she can , she is a woman after all"-Kundavai replied as she looked up to gaze at his twinkling eyes. The same eyes that had stolen her heart like a thief

" Ilavarasi, I "

" Kundavai" - princess rendered the spy speechless as she puts a finger on his lips

" Call me by my name, Vallavaryan. I may be the princess to others, but to you I am just Kundavai. A mere woman who is standing in front of you, asking you to love her"

"Kundavai…"- Vandiyathevan whispered in her ears as he tucked away a stray hair

" My Kundavai, do you know how much I missed you, Ennavale? Do you know how much I yearned to hold you close like this?"

Kundavai giggled at his love-struck words.

" I knew that Vallavaryan is a great warrior from my brother's letter, but he never mentioned that he has such a way with words. Tell me Vanthiyer , how many women have you entrapped by all these honeyed words of yours?"

" Not a single one since I have met you, Kundavai, I swear on Shiva Perumal. You are the only one in my thoughts for those three agony-filled months. You were my only ray of light in those dark times, I only survived so I could come back and confess my love for you!"

" Really?"- Kundavai asked.

" Yes yes! "- He replied as he kissed her finger, making her gasp in surprise.

" Do you remember our previous births, Kanmani? Where you were, the goddess of the forest, and was I your humble servant? I spent my whole life waiting for you to glance at me but you never did! Then, do you remember when you were an apsara in Indra's court and I was a Gandarva ? I dedicate my life to your feet, but you just laugh at my folly? Do you remember when I was a poet and you were my muse? Do you remember when I dedicated all my poetry to you, and you didn't care to take a look? Do you remember all those lives, Kanmani? I have spent all my seven previous births yearning for you , and now finally my prayers are answered. The Gods have finally taken pity on this mere mortal and granted him a boon in the form of your love devi. You have made me the luckiest man on earth today Azhagiye.And I , the Vanar kulam Veer Vandiyathevan, promise with the sun and the ponni river as my witness that I will keep on loving you, the Illiya Piratti Kundavai till my very last breath. Even if you leave me or break my heart , I will keep loving you since the day I die."

" Oh Vandiyathevan!"- tears were now flowing down Kundavai's cheeks. She had imagined many things about her future since she was a little girl. She imagined being her father's pride, her brother's support. But never ever in any of her wildest dreams had she imagined a certain veer like him falling madly in love with her and promising her the world.

" And I , the Illayi Priratti Kundavai, also promise to you, Vanthiyer, as the sun and ponni river as my witness that the hand which held yours will never know the touch of another man"

Her last words were drowned by Vandiyathevan as he leaned upon her, stopping her midway by capturing her lips with his. The twin flames that were burning within them for all these days , were finally extinguished by the long-waited kiss. Finally, two souls whose story started on the banks of the Ponni find its course once again with Ponni as their witness .Their story will live on forever frozen in time , as long as Ponni blows through the heart of the great Chola Nadu. Dynasties will change, people will change, but their story will remain forever preserved in the water of Ponni.

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[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

To mere dearest secret admirer Aryan ji, I really really hope you're doing well. I don't have any idea if you'll ever even see this. But.......i just wanted to say Kuch things.

You are the very first person who made me feel so special and loved and who actually confessed ki mujhe/mere blog ko kitna pasand krte hai. I hope bhoole nhi ho apni ' dearest nisha' ko :)

Whether you come back or not (ik you ofc will but it's just my anxiety speaking), I want you to know that I'm very very grateful to you for aapka pyaar and kindness. Wrote something little a few days back. It's been sitti in my drafts tabse. Edited it aaj thoda sa. It's a letter to you but in a poet Ka format hehe :

Aate ho chupke tum mere dar pe Chupke se aakar Mera Dil behlate ho Iss deewani ko aur deewana Kar Jate ho. Tumhari aadat si ho gayi hai ab; Jab Nahi hote pass, Meri yaadon me mujhe sataate ho. Mai Nahi janti tum mujhe kyun itna chaahte ho. Par shukr hai khuda ka ki tumne apna ishq zaahir Kiya: Varna hum Kabhi na milte, Mere mann me ye sundar phool Kabhi na khilte, Mujhe kbhi pata na chalta ki iss chakori ka bhi ek chakor hai, Iss deewani ka bhi ek deewana hai, Koi Aisa bhi hai Jo meri Khushi me apni khushi dhundhta hai Mere dukh me khud gum me doob jata hai Har chehre me mujhe khojta hai Koi khata na krke bhi maafi mangta hai ki Mai usse kahin khafa na ho jaun. Kehte toh the ki meri bohot parvaah hai tumhe Lekin......... Kya tum mujhe abhi bhi utna hi chaahte ho? Yun to mai tumhe har din har pal Yaad Karti Hun Lekin........ Kya mera khayaal tumhari zehen me aata hai?

Take care ok? Please. Also send me atleast a hello if you see this.

~ your Chaand hehe