#Gaya writes

[unreliable-narratoe]

If I see one more childhood friends wangxian AU where wei wuxian heckles and wears down a surly kid his age he is forced to hang out with and they go swimming and the kid is a tsundere then folks I must tell you

THATS NOT WANGXIAN THATS LITERALLY PUTTING LAN WANGJI IN THE SPACE JIANG CHENG OCCUPIES IN CANON, GIVE HIM ANOTHER PERSONALITYYY

[tatasoom]

A new song and why it gives me deja vu.

Small BL fan speculation.

We've got a new song in Only Boo (and I'm dying to hear full version!). It's name probably "Station No. 0" (because if no, then... why). But do you know BL series history already has a song "Kilometer Zero"?

If no, stay here to learn more. If yes, let's recall another series together! Like Moo said once, "come on"🤭

There's a philipinese BL series named "Gaya sa pelikula" (or "Like in a movie"). I don't wanna retell the whole plot or make spoilers, I just want to tell you that the toughest moment of this show has a soundtrack and it's name is "Kilometer Zero". I highly recommend you both the song and the series.

The moment I got a thought of two BL series having songs with kinda similar names I couldn't help but start searching for similarities in these stories. Right person, wrong time. Everything is perfect, until one moment it's not. A bubble of happiness meeting the reality outside.

Of course they're so different and I'm sure the ending of Only Boo will be different from those of Gaya sa pelikula as well as characters and setting. And of course I think these songs' names thing is just an interesting coincidence!

Here's a small part of "Kilometer Zero" lyrics:

Our tired hearts are magnetic

Love will come back

Let's see what "Station No. 0" will tell us. Keep waiting.

[hymnoire]

❛ you changed everything. ❜ --- for Gaya

"To me it's no diffrent than moving furnitures in a living room I did not like the decoration of anymore." A twisted smirk dances on her lips before going back to the usual severe of her lines. Ever since Kang Gaya Lockwood has been named Judge, she does change everything in a city that she considers now hers. The death of her father, the minister of Justice have paved the way for her to take his legacy. Vine words are never a coincidence, his mere presence here, isn't either. "Is it that you crave justice for the humans and view my politics as too authoritarian? Being called a dictator has never been an insult to me. I doubt you would care though, would you. " Her head is titled to the side as her steps lead her through the room, she is pacing. "Is it about Her." Her arms are crossed now. "I believe my sister holds some sort of fascination for you. Her and this insane desire she has to opens the gates between the living and .. what she seems to believe could be, the Gods, or Heavens and Hells." Dr. Kang Kaeleena Lockwood, known for her genius in the years - a genius Gaya has always considered madness. "I do know what you two have been doing. Disgusting little games with corpses and obscure rituals. What was it, was she luring you in to have sex down her autopsy tables?"The relationship between the sisters have went downhill on that Day, that one Day Kaeleena took it too far, that one day her expriment worked, that one day she created... it. Gaya had no chance but to lock Kaeleena up along with the creature she has created. The same way she is locking up all criminals in the city. To clean : that is her mission now. "Everything I do, I do it for the greater good."

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 & 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting

[arioagio]

Bila bebanmu berat, berdoalah. Bila kamu ingin menangis, menangislah. Aku tahu, yang sedang kamu hadapai cukup membuat dirimu lelah, capek, dan terkadang ingin menyerah tanpa berpikir panjang. Tuhan tahu apa yang kamu alami, Tuhan tahu segala jerit hatimu. Tuhan melihat segalanya. Yakinlah, kamu adalah manusia yang kuat, pribadi yang luar biasa. Bersabarlah, semua ada hikmahnya.

[hi-avathisside]

It wasn't anything,Right?

I- it wasnt that much significant, was it?

It wasnt something that mattered, did it ?

Never did. Never did for you.

My love, given to you with all my heart,mind and soul never was significant..

I am overreacting, right?

It wasnt even that big! Right?

Yeah, because i feel a little too much, i cry a lot. I cry everyday, even at the minorest,the smallest of problem.

Idk tu sahi hai ya main

Tu galat ya main sahi, nahin pata

Lekin yeh jo aansu hai yeh jhoothe toh nhin hai na , ab udaas hoon toh hoon.

How and why do i stop these ?

I am feeling this rn and since i am feeling this rn, ig this is valid, my feelings,my sadness,my emptiness is valid.

[ramayantika]

I miss being chronically online

[uroborosymphony]

Quinn, The Black Knight, ANACHRON and the Kangs.

Quinn, the vigilante.

HER TAG. HER BIO.

In this thread, Quinn sneaks into the penthouse of a certain politician Kang Sungwoon. The said politician appears on television quite a lot promoting the city's its citizens safety. Kang therefore positions himself as a savior and explains how the city has known more and more crimes these days and how their priority is to keep on making the city safe. To achieve that, the police has been reinforced in order to keep an eye and take down the trouble makers. The trouble makers in question happen to be young, young foster kids from poor neighborhoods. The said poor neighborhoods are therefore pointed as 'the problem'. Quinn has spent years helping in these neighborhoods along with Taiyang @velvetineblue and by extension Black Fang. She therefore has been in touch with these teens and their families and know they aren't the "problem", turns out politician Kang use them, coerce/force them into taking the hit/commit for small yet multipme crimes in his behalf : we're talking creating fake small gangs and assulting citizens in the middle of the day or the night, stealing their bags, threatenings women, breaking into shops and houses ect ect. It is all a mascarade however, while the police and the city have eyes on these minor fake crimes, they cannot see the bigger ones Kang has his hands on. Quinn loses her marbles hearing of that and wants to do justice herself, she wants to make Kang an "example" by plenting explosives in his penthouse. She crosses paths with Myungdae @clemencetaught there, aka The Black Night, who also has eyes on Kang for similar reasons. However, Myundae's goal is to steal data from Kang's laptop and work from that. Ferre suggests that Kang works with ANACHRON. Quoting them : " Either way, whether ANACHRON does have Kang under their thumb ( or vice versa- that’s always possible, according to Pawn although Myungdae highly doubts it )." I originally had a muse who was Kang's daughter - I didn't have much plan for the daughter. However with now Ferre adding ANACHRON into the equation, I ADORE THE IDEA and I have better ideas for his daughter. One that will make a lot of sense, here me out. I want his daughter to be an existing muse of mine who has the fitting story for it : Kang Soojung aka. Gaya.

Gaya, the heiress.

HER TAG. HER BIO.

Gaya be found on my multi muse blog here : swansofmisery.tumblr.com

Gaya was an orphan, she grew up in an orphanage with Jinwoo @solitvrs and Jay @thegreenswillcome. She got adopted late, around the age of 12 by a powerful family who wanted to replace their missing daughter by one looking exactly like her. They found her and raised her exactly the way they wanted her to be. Gaya is the heiress of the Kang family, she will inheritate the status, the businesses, both legal and illegal in exchange for her to act, behave and do exactly how she's been taught to. She own a gallery - a cover - that the Kang family uses for illegal auctions she is in charge of. And little by little, her father introduces her to the secrets of the Kang family, the secrets of their politics, the power they have on the city. At the age of 28, Gaya resents her life, being a pawn/used by her adoptive family is never what she wanted, she is trapped however, psychologically - her Father is a powerful man. She finds some sort of escapism with Jinwoo her childhood friend, they hang out, and she met Taiyang through Jinwoo, gets acclimated with this side of the city, with Black Fang, with the gangs. They race together, they do little business or they talk. She tells Taiyang she relates to how he feels regarding his responsabilities, regarding his family name : she feels the same, trapped and in charge of something bigger than them. Now. Considering what Politician Kang, her adoptive father is doing, it will be another bad surprise for her. The man uses foster kids to do the dirty work while she was a foster kid herself - and well, isn't she doing His dirty work too? Gaya will have to make choises, take decisions.

Does she want to be a Kang and therefore be indirectly responsible for her father's disgusting actions?

Will she embrace her own path and go against the Kang family by fully embracing the Vigilantes/Black Fang side/By helping ?

If she goes against her Father and the empire the Kang built, she will have a target on her head and might have to kill her father before he kills her herself - she knows enough to bring down a lot.

How much does she know about ANACHRON though? Waves at Ferre

[baesharmi-ki-height]

Pata nhi logon ko kis baat ki akad hain

Bc koi reply hi nhi deta

This is why i hate school ughhhh

[youcantrewind]

This is the exact reason I've had the end of a fic written since last year that I haven't gotten back to properly plotting yet, and why chapters 12 and 13 are some of the first stuff I wrote of the current one.

You get that one scene down and then you're like "hmm. Uh oh. Now what." At least with the current one, I already knew the bare bones of the story.

Guess that's why fandom uses "drabbles" and "ficlets" and the like so often. You gotta get something out, but you're not entirely sure what surrounds it, so sometimes it just gets to be its own little thing. 😅

Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??

[blushtoned]

He said I would love to take you on a date but in return you should give me a kiss ???????? Darling pehle aankhon se aankhein chaar toh karne do !!!!!!

[hymnoire]

La musethèque de Lynnie.

The musethèque has been updated. All the muses I write accross all my blogs. I added the level of muse I have for each + the amount of threads per characters and a few notes.

[arioagio]

Berproses

Melewati hari saja sudah butuh usaha, apalagi jikalau setiap hari ada saja tantangan yang harus dilewati bahkan diselesaikan pada saat itu juga. Rasanya seperti ingin menyerah setiap detiknya, tapi mau tidak mau, suka tidak suka harus dilakukan.

Sulit rasanya melakukannya, usaha tidak kunjung berhasil. Gagal terus menerus. Sedih berkepanjangan. Hingga sampai di satu titik, sepertinya terlihat mustahil bahkan untuk hal yang sangat mudah sekalipun. Di titik itulah menangis mungkin menjadi cara untuk melepaskan segalanya. Bertanya dalam hati, mengapa kehidupan ini menjadi berat untuk dijalani.

Ya. Begitulah sebuah proses dalam hidup. Tidak akan pernah mudah. Tidak segampang memutarbalikkan tangan. Butuh kebijaksanaan. Butuh kedewasaan untuk menjalani itu semua. Yakinlah mesti pada saat ini kesedihan melanda, akan ada senuyuman menunggu di depan sana. Satu hal lagi. Tuhan tidak tinggal diam. Tuhan menjaga dan Tuhan pasti membantu. Semoga kita selalu diberikan kemudahan dan kekuatan dalam menjalani proses kehidupan ini.

Amin.

@arioagio

[arioagio]

Will do.....

“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”

— Unknown

[srbachchan]

DAY 5879

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 23/24, 2024 Sat/Sun 10:23 AM

🪔 ,

March 24 .. birthday greetings to Ef AMIT Trivedi .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

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March 24 .. World TB Day .. prayers .. 🙏🏻

Spending the time with the words of Babuji is not just an education but a revelation of a poet's mind and soul .. a mind that wanders in the visionary hemisphere unknown and unseen in a relative World, but yet possessing the intelligence of the probability of a higher philosophy ..

For it all to come to me now , is a shame .. a shame of lost opportunity and time to have been spent in the research and his presence to be able to understand the deeper meanings in his thought ..

I did on the odd occasion give intent of his interpretation and reason for many of his thoughts .. and they were most revealing .. but then .. time passed away .. as did his presence ..

It is a known and accepted fact that genius of creative art, writing, painting, music or whatever form, has always been overlooked and never given its due during the lifetime of the artist .. and it has been recognised fact of this phenomena that coerces me to, yet again , mention here for consumption of the mass ..

A pity ..

But the efforts of time , or whatever is left in it for me , shall endeavour to give some exposure to Babuji's works and his incredible genius ..

The World has very seldom seen or experienced the greatness of such ..

Last night I spent time on one such random thought of his from a published work :

नई से नई, पुरानी से पुरानी

it contains works of his in short verses, or abstract from , blank verse - short and expressive , but of immense value for us all to think and wonder of how certain thoughts and the express of them , do get created ..

The title of the Poem :

KAVI KA RAKT .. A POETS’ BLOOD

meri band mutthiyaan dekhkar .. seeing my closed fists jis-jis ne mujhse poocha, .. all those that asked me “ismein kya hai” ? .. ‘what is inside them’ ? maine imaandaari se bataya , .. i told them with all honesty “ismein kya hai ? .. ‘what is in them ismein kadamb ka phool hai “ .. in them is the kadamb flower ? "(Neolamarckia cadamba, with English common names burflower-tree, laran, and Leichhardt pine,[2] and called kadam or cadamba[2]) aur logon ne is par .. and the people on this sahaj vishwaas kar liya .. did keep their instinctive believe

vo to jab .. that is, when meri mutthiyaan se .. from my clenched fists rakt ki boondein choone lagein .. drops of blood did start to drop tab logon ne mujhe avishwaas ki nazaron se ghoora, .. then, did the people did stare at me in disbelief mujhse kaha .. and they told me “mutthiyaan to kholo ।” "at least open your fists" aur jab maine mutthiyaan kholein .. and when I did open my clenched fists to unmein .. in them kantkeela dhature ka pahal nikala । .. did come out the thorn laden datura fruit !

(Datura is a genus of nine species of highly poisonous, vespertine-flowering plants belonging to the nightshade family. They are commonly known as thornapples or jimsonweeds, but are also known as devil's trumpets. Other English common names include moonflower, devil's weed, and hell's bells.)

main sharmaya, .. I was ashamed mera jhoot pakda gaya ,.. my lie was caught mujhe apne par aashcharya hua, .. I was filled with wonder , kyunki maine apni ankhein kholkar .. because I had with my open eyes kadamb ka phool apni mutthiyon mein liya tha । .. taken the kadamb flower in my clenched fists !

shayad mai apni bhavatishayata mein ।.. perhaps in the belief of my aatma , the self , the soul kante ko phool samjha, .. I thought the thorns to be a flower par kaanta , kaanta hi kaise reh gaya , .. but how did the thorn , remain a thorn phool kyun nahin bana , .. why did it not become a flower usnein toh ek kavi ka rakt piya tha । .. it had consumed the blood of a poet !!

the word भावा ति शय यता , bhavatishayyata seems to have been taken from a form of the mention in the scriptures of Hindu philosophy, saints and religion , which is why i believe it refers to his aatma, his soul , his inner .. perhaps a more 'cultured way' 😁 of expressing his thoughts ..

DATURA

KADAMB .. CADAMBA 👆🏼

My love and more ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[howdoesagrapewrites]

what wld lovesick pav and gaya be like w a s/o who tries to be like, healthy in their relationship? like they're not the "i wanna get away bc this is unhealthy" type, but the "i will actively tie you both down and make you communicate your feelings and wants in a healthy way until we can all reach a mutual agreement" way

like the two reach the stage where they don't want their love to leave the house at all- but they kinda quickly shut that down and are like "nuh uh. i have a life, so either we talk it out and find something that works for me and you two or i stay out five minutes past the curfew you set just to make you squirm"

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩

Cw: poly!reader x lovesick! Pavitr Prabhakar x lovesick!Gayatri Singh, explicit talk about mental health

Notes: all I can think about is the reader spraying then with a water bottle like a poorly behaved cat

>You went out of the apartment to get the grocery shopping done, your partners had been behaving oddly, they were always very affectionate and loved being around you, but lately you feel like they have been neglecting their personal life in order to be together

>You left the house when they were taking a nap, you didn't feel like you were sneaking out, just that you were doing chores while they slept

>You think about this as you examine the red apples deciding if you should buy them or not

>Your phone vibrates and you answer to a preoccupied Pavitr, you apologize for not telling them, but you didn't want to disturb them, when you're about to hang up, he hits you with "just wait, we're on our way"

>You're a little confused and annoyed by having to wait for them at the market without being able to continue the list of home necessities, but you tried to be understanding, and thought that maybe when you got home, you could start a conversation about what you've been thinking the whole afternoon

>When they arrived, the outing went smoothly, and happily, like you're used to

>After you finished organizing everything on the shelves and pantry, you started the conversation in a pretty straight forward manner, you didn't want to dance around the subject and talk about issues like they're anything aside a from a completely normal part of every relationship

>You said you wanted to talk, and they were visibly nervous, however, complied

>"So I've been noticing that you don't want to leave the house, and that you get really upset when I do leave, and it concerns me, I won't force you, but I'm your partner too, I'm here for both of you."

>I think these two would be one of the easiest characters to pull into therapy and get them to work through their issues, something that's surprising considering they would never accept this if you were dating individually

>The challenge here is definitely Pavitr, because like I've said a million times already, he's extremely delusional

>So it'll be hard to even make him realize there's an issue with his obsession, also you'll need to reassure him that you're not rejecting his feelings, but rather just want to work through a more positive and healthy way of expressing and processing those feelings

>"But I love you, why don't you love me too?"

>"Of course I do, Pav, but love isn't supposed to hurt"

>Gayatri has a more clear vision of where these issues stem from and will be more cooperative with communication with time

>At first she's closed to the idea, but when she sees how much you care and that you genuinely want to help her, she lets her guard down

>If you respond positively and don't show signs of fear or disgust when she tells you about her feelings, you get to hear, the most gruesome parts, but far from scared, you're proud she feels safe to verbalize and recognize toxic behavior

>I think Pavitr would use mindfulness as a coping strategy for the yandere tendencies, and Gayatri would turn to writing

>Some of Gayatri's pieces are morbid, sure, but it's better than having her do it, you praise the effort

>Sometimes they still relapse and snap at you or get too possessive, but you're having none of it

>You set clear boundaries and as hard as that is, they understand that they'll lose your trust and love if they are unwilling to be better

>I think there's a solid 8/10 chance of fixing them

[tyliocellier]

No matter what party they were at, no matter how lavish and extravagant, it always seemed like deep down, Gaya was longing to escape. He knew she had this in common with him, even if she wasn't very forthcoming about it. It was her job. It was weighing on her. She was considered lucky to have inherited so much wealth, but the responsibility it came with seemed to be too much for her at times. Times like tonight, when he could sense it wouldn't be very difficult to convince her to leave this party with him. "It's warm outside", he announced, a faint smile blossoming on his lips as his hand found and caressed the side of her face. "Let's go for a night swim." It ought to get her mind off of work. He never thought he'd be the one trying to distract another person from their duties, but here he was. He truly disliked these sorts of events. His job was important, but low key. He was supposed to prevent security breaches and as long as he did his job right, everything worked perfectly fine and no one knew exactly how many cyber threats had been eliminated. As a result, it seemed to a lot of people that his position was useless. Not Gaya, though. She knew very well why she hired him. That was why he didn't want to leave this party without her.

"What? Noo, come on, shh-" Gaya whispers urgently as she drags him by the arm, her heels clicking rapidly on the marble floor as they hurry to the nearest corridor. "You do realize this entire party is thrown by the company that carries my name, mm? Now, how am I supposed to leave, huh?" Her words are serious but there's a playful glint in her eye. She pulls him closer, her fingers gripping his shirt, her back pressed against the wall. To leave right now with him sounds fun. They've been fooling around ever since Gaya implemented Kang Lockwood and Associates here in New York City. Tylio takes care of the cybersecurity for the firm : now, how scandalous for the boss to have fun with her employee. America has been a getaway for her, a break from the responsibilities and the heavy weight she has to carry back in Korea. Gaya's eyes lock with Tylio's. What she enjoys most is how blissfully unaware he is of who she really is. It's not that he's bad with Google, but Korea's political matters and the weight of her name don't exist here in the American press. Ah, and the arranged marriage waiting for her when she returns, too. She wraps her arms around his neck, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You're cute," Gaya teases, biting her lower lip seductively. "What are we going to do if I say yes and leave all my very veery important duties for you, yeah? Come on, be really convincing and you can have me all night." Gaya's fingers trail down his chest, her touch light and teasing.