#How to make Samosa at home

[mr-nandwaal-blog]

Crispy Homemade Samosas: A Flavorful Delight Straight from Your Kitchen

Introduction: Samosas, with their crispy exterior and mouthwatering fillings, are a beloved snack that has won hearts all around the world. Making samosas at home might seem daunting, but with a little guidance and patience, you can recreate this delightful treat in your own kitchen. In this blog post, we’ll take you through a step-by-step process to make irresistible samosas that will surely…

[akunerevahgi]

Indian Samosa Recipe: A Delicious Taste of Culture

Indian Samosa Recipe: A Delicious Taste of Culture Indian Samosa Recipe: A Delicious Taste of Culture – India is a country with a rich and diverse food culture, and this is reflected in its delicious and varied snack offerings. From street food to snack foods that have been enjoyed for centuries, India has a wide range of snacks that are sure to satisfy. One of the most popular snacks in India…

[platimoonie]

rin Itoshi — as the guy who is your arranged husband. (i'm losing my mind over this)

rin itoshi who doesn't know the first thing about marriage and was really against it at first, and argued a lot with his parents. but after seeing you for the first time, shyly carrying a tray of chai and samosas as you entered the living room when his family and him had come to visit, he started having second thoughts.

rin itoshi who stopped resisting his parents request after some time and at the very least didn't mind his marriage to you.

rin itoshi who after 3 months of marriage, was completed enraptured by you. the way your hair framed your face, the way you curled into him in your sleep, the way your eyes brightened when he entered the room. yeah this man was completely head over heels and this was only the beginning.

rin itoshi who is a silent lover. he doesn't say much. but shows his love differently. rin never returns empty handed to home whenever he goes out. he would always buy something or the other– a trinket, a singular rose flower or a gajra. his breath had gotten stuck in his throat when you asked him to help you put on the gajra for the first time.

rin itoshi who couldn't stop staring at the back of your neck and how his fingers would brush against your skin when he tied it around your hair. now everytime he buys it for you, he never let's you put it on. its his job now. shush.

rin itoshi who often goes shopping with you and he will buy you the first thing he sees and thinks you would like. he buys you bangles and earrings. when you try on the jhumkas and ask him if they suit you, he just nods and looks at you silently with such a love struck gaze filled with admiration and tenderness. he's unable to take his eyes off you and that's the only answer you need.

rin itoshi loves the smell of your dupatta. there's no reason behind this, he just loves it– the soft fabric and your scent.

rin itoshi who buys you silver anklets and puts them on you. he can't help but drink in your skin when adorned with such accessories. and when you wear a saree or a lehenga–? he can not, he will not take his eyes off you. you look like an absolute goddess and it makes him weak in the knees.

rin itoshi loves spoiling you. how could he not? how could he not spoil the love of his life, his soul mate, his everthing, his wife.

rin itoshi is so gentle with you. he feels heavily for you, you who taught him how to kiss, how to touch, and how to love. he considers himself to be the luckiest man alive to marry you. and he would marry you again in every lifetime in a heartbeat.

I LOVE RIN SO MUCH IM NOT AT ALL NORMAL ABOUT HIM LAWDD. HES SO POOKIE PLS. also I'm soo sorry I think this is kinda ooc cz he's a complex character and I probably mischaractirized him :"[

also does anyone else think he low-key gives off Fawad Khan vibes?

tags; @tsumu-senpai

tysm for reading ♡

[quillaffinity]

Know that Home is Your Name (art by @puowei my beloved)

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Grim munched on the warm samosa gripped between his paws, his sharp teeth making easy work of the delicate layers of filo dough that covered the savory meat filling inside. Founding Day at Ramshackle was in full swing before him, with all his classmates and upperclassmen appeared to be enjoying themselves quite a bit. Even the teachers seemed pleased, surveying all the new growth and hard-won repairs made to the previously dilapidated grounds. Maybe Bramble waking him up so early to finish decorating hadn't been such a bad idea...

"Now why would the Great Mage Grim be sitting all by his lonesome?" His ears perked at the sound of Bramble's gentle teasing. His hench-human (fairy?) looked a bit tired from cooking and playing hostess all day, yet she still smiled down at him, brighter than the spring sun. The familiar quickly turned away from her with a huff, his stomach twisting uncharacteristically.

Then came a rusle of fabric and grass as Bramble slowly sat herself down next to him. The deep red color of her blouse and skirt bringing out the warmth of her skin and the luster of the long alizarin curls flowing down her back. She was wearing one of those complicated, pleated outfits from her world. Her world, Grim thought, the place where she left her younger brother behind.

The person she loved the most.

He heard about the guy. How could he not? Every chance she got, his hench-fairy would talk about how great a guy her brother was. How much she missed him, how she couldn't wait to see him again.

Ugh.

"What'er you doing here Bramble? Shouldn't you be out there making sure all those dolts don't start a fight?" Grim quickly finished off the pastry in his arms, unable to even taste it. But then she laughed and Grim had to look back at her. He'd rather give up tuna forever than ever admit how much he liked the sound.

The golden embroidery on her clothes glinted warmly in the dim light around them. With Grim in a newly tailored Ceremonial Robe and Bramble glittering with loaned jewels, they made a rather odd but dashing picture as they sat side-by-side. She, a human turned half-fairy. He, a monster turned student of magic. And to think that when they both arrived at their dorm they had been at such odds...

"I have faith in them to keep it together for a little while, at least."

"Myeh, that's stupid."

She smiled at that. One of those eye-crinkling small ones, the ones that made him feel like they were sharing a secret. Like this, it would be easy to believe they'd always be here, be together. But the more Grim looked at Bramble', the more he felt that Bramble was moving further and further away from him. And closer and closer back to her home.

And he hated it.

He didn't want her to go home. Screw her stupid brother! A man ought to take care of himself! He didn't need Bramble, he had her for all his life. But Grim? She had just come into his, she couldn't leave so soon.

"Grim...Why are you sitting so far from me?" Her voice was soft in the way she reserved only for him. The same tone she used when they were curled up together for warmth in Ramshackle as she sang him little lullabies in languages he didn't know. She rested a soft hand on her knee as she tilted her head ever so slightly to meet his eyes. Her blue scarf flowing between them, a teal connection from her to him.

Grim looked away once again.

It felt like something was stuck in his throat, but no amount of swallowing made any food dislodge itself. He wanted to scream from the top of his lungs, but no words came out. Stay. Stay here with me. With all of us. I don't take care of you very well right now, but I swear I'll do better than your home ever did. You won't even miss that selfish brother of yours!

Bramble reached out, curling her thin, work-worn hands around to rub and scratch at his face the way he liked. Subtly turning the monster's furred face back in her direction as he smiled unwittingly. Her fingers always gentle, her nails just long and sharp enough to scratch pleasantly.

It was Bramble who cooked their food and cleaned their dorm. It was Bramble to woke him up in the morning and made him brush his teeth. It was Bramble who made sure they had money for necessities and that Grim finished his homework on time.

But maybe he could learn?

Maybe he could figure out how to do more things, enough things that the idea of staying with Grim wasn't such a bad one. That way she wouldn't go back to that stupid world with that stupider brother of her's.

"There's that smile I love!" There was a golden glint of mischief in Bramble's eyes that gave Grim half a mind to turn away and pout once more. If only to keep the fairy's attention on him. He, half-heartedly, batted her hand away with greasy paws. But Bramble simply wrinkled her nose and leaned over to press a kiss between his ears, smelling like home the only way Grim knew.

No one and no thing had ever cared for him like her. Bramble had made sure he was fed, clean, and ready each and every day to accomplish his dreams. Having believed in him since day one. Heck, if he asked, Grim was sure she'd let him sink his fangs into her arm if she thought it'd help him. But what had he given her?

Not enough.

Not enough to keep her from going home, anyway.

"Now that you've finished pouting...I have some good news to share." The monster's stomach sunk and roiled. Suddenly he wanted to spit fire, he wanted to turn and set Ramshackle ablaze. Because, if he destroyed it, he wouldn't have a home and if he didn't have a home Bramble couldn't leave. She wouldn't. She'd stay and she'd take care of him and treat him so kindly he'd burn down another dorm just to keep her in Twisted Wonderland. He flattened his ears, fire bubbling behind his throat.

"...what?"

"Crowley's finally approved of my request to add my mother's last name to my file. I'm officially Bramble Euricide, Housewarden of the Ramshackle Dorm!"

Grim blinked.

Huh? That's it? She...She wasn't going home? She wasn't leaving him? She...She was staying. She was staying! Here! With him!

"And..."

Grim froze.

"I asked him to add 'Euricide' as your last name as well...but only if you want to! I-If that's to much I can't just let him know, he probably hasn't even glanced at our files since the first day so-" Bramble leaned a bit away from him, flustered. She looked away hurriedly, lashes low and shy over her pale pink-gold eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do I need a last name? Ain't that for your family?" Bramble went very still. Even the vines swirling and sprouting behind her slight pointed ears froze as if caught in a sudden frost. Slowly, her eyes widened as she turned back to look at him. She was silent for one, two, three heartbeats. Then her brows furrowed and her eyes softened in shock.

In heartbreak.

"Grim. Grim, you are my family."

Bramble reached for him, opening her arms just enough to welcome him. But she didn't pull him to her. She hesitated, hands just outstretched in front of him. Wow, Grim thought.

She's so stupid.

He leaped into her soft arms, and, immediately, was surrounded by her warmth. In fact, Bramble was so warm that it even made the back of Grim's eyes burn ever so slightly. Darn things even started to sweat. He knew his claws must have hurt her skin as he clung to her, but she held him too tightly to care. Grim made a small noise in his throat, rubbing his cheek against hers as her vines began to sprout soft lilac-colored flowers. Bramble stifled a soft sob against his fur, hugging the little creature close with every ounce of love she had.

"We've been through too much not to be, b-but if you don't want to be-"

"I n-never said that you dummy!"

A family. A friend. A companion at the start and end of the world. How blessed he was, Grim thought, how happy his life finally was.

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i commissioned @puowei to draw bramble (my twst oc) and she did such a beautiful, wonderful, kind job that couldn't help but add a hopefully-equally sweet snippet between my Ramshackle duo. puo has an immense talent and skill only rivaled by her unyielding kindness and i cannot recommend her services enough. thank you for all your hard work, and for bringing so much life and beauty to sweet, tragic little brambleberry <3

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tagging - @le-monchou and @twstnettle

[greennlin]

you're everything. he's just ken.

ft ! : xiao , shikanoin heizou , wanderer, anemo baby girls 🩷

in ! : you're his whole world. how does he show that to you ? (love languages lmao)

a / n ! : i tried to make this pretty... i think it worked !

18 / 8 / 23

✧ XIAO IN LOVE ...

... is oblivious and shy.

it's not his fault his emotions are too big for him to comprehend! because of this, he is unwilling to initiate any sort of romantic gesture, whether this be pda, almost any words of endearment or time together. instead, he tries to be helpful to you. there is a ruin he heard you wanted to explore? he will clear out all the monsters to keep you safe. are your arms sore from work? rex lapis has told him of teas that can cure physical aches. baby doesn't know how to "love the right way", but coming from xiao, every kind of love is right ♡

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU IN LOVE ...

... is confident and flirty.

though his words are sweet, his actions are sweeter. whenever you come out of work, he is there ready to link arms with you and walk home together. he cant help it, you're just too cute whenever he gives you an unsuspecting kiss on the cheek! he loves to lean in whenever he's listening to you talk- he really is a flirt at heart! you don't have to worry about his sweet words with others, since you know by the passionate way he kisses you that his heart belongs to you ♡

✧ THE WANDERER, KUNIKUZUSHI IN LOVE ...

... is tough, but with a soft spot for you.

why would he want to act all lovey-dovey? sickly romance makes his teeth ache, so why would he intentionally make himself cringe with how he presents himself to you? he half intentionally avoids pda and affirmation, half just isnt capable of doing it. instead, he quietly listens to the things going on in your day. when you offhandedly mentioned that you wanted samosa for dinner that day, you didn't expect him to cook it?! he doesn't say anything, just grumbles under his breath. the dish was delicious, don't forget to thank him with a kiss ! ♡

reblogs appreciated! .. greennlin 2023

[batwynn]

I was doing ok, I think. I cried for a minute about always being the spare person when it comes to cats because they just don’t like me like that no matter how much I love them. I turned it off and went back to work.

I was doing ok, I think. Until I read the news again. But I read it, I felt it, I thought about what I could do to change things, realized there was nothing I could do as usual, cried, and went back to work.

I was doing ok, I think. I didn’t sell a single thing in my shop that I added in the past few months. I stared at it for a while, decided I won’t be doing that anymore, and closed the window to go back to work.

I was doing ok, I think. Some Patreons left suddenly without saying anything or using the exit survey. Which is fine and super normal, but it took me a day or two to fist fight with the ADHD rejection sensitivity that was taking it super personally. But I got over it, and went back to work on Patreon requests.

I was doing ok, I think. I’m now down to eating crackers with cheap cheddar cheese as my only food source because MCAS has completely fucked me for everything else. It was… fine. I don’t have to enjoy what I eat, I just need to keep on top of my blood sugar and get through the day so I can work.

Then I made home-made crab rangoons for my mom and it was like something exploded and started screaming in my head. I really wanted one, and whatever was telling me that would not chill out. But I can’t eat fish or cream cheese or spring onions. I haven’t had one of these since 2019. Or sushi. Or curry. Or salsa. Or samosas. Or pickles. And I recently stopped being able eat about twenty of my last few favorite foods that were ok like… a week ago. And I was hungry. I was really hungry. Because I hadn’t really eaten all day. Because I physically can’t stomach eating more fucking crackers. So I made the crab rangoons, watched her eat them, tried to make something with crackers and beets, the can opener wouldn’t work, threw a fork, and went to bed without eating.

But the explosion didn’t stop.

I woke up at 6am and ate some fucking crackers. And my head won’t stop screaming that all of this is pointless and it’s just screaming. And screaming. And screaming.

I guess I’ll go work on stuff.

[theplottdump]

ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ - Ｇ Ａ Ｍ ＥＰＬＡＹ ＳＰＡ Ｍ - 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟼: 𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚍 -

Dear Journal -

Things are going pretty well! I know the watcher is working on Auntie Poppy's story right now, so I don't mind giving you an update on all the goings and comings and goings again.

A few days ago was TV season Premiere Day, Daddy was working so he missed it. Dad said we could tape it so he could watch it later. He also got a really silly GTW illness that went away before the show was even over. The best way to get better when you're sick- waiting for the buff to expire.

Good Dad got back after I fell asleep, must have been kinda boring for evil dad watching the same show over again.

The next day Auntie Poppy invited Daddy to Tomarang for lunch. (that's in EP 15 btdubs)

He asked her if she ever wanted kids as a joke just to see the face she made- I get it, there's a lot of sciencey stuff and tubes involved.

But since the night market didn't open til - y'know night, the watcher got bored waiting and we got to have a family dinner! Leanne made Samosa Soup 😋

The Day After was like SO RAINY- I hate rainy days. Outdoors is where all the good stuff is. Dad and Leanne had to fly all the way to Mt. Komorebi for a League of Evil Meeting. He told me they're working on wiping all the CAS nose shadows from existence.

Daddy knows how much I hate rainy days- but he always seems to find a way to make things better.

We ended up building this massive blanket fort in the lounge!!! It was really cool actually- we played my sims racers together!

Daddy's really bad at video games 🤣 he says it's cause he grew up unplayed, but it's totally a skill issue cause I'm amazing at them 😎

Then Dad and Leanne got home- I thought they'd be SOOPER MAD- Dad hates it when we move around the furniture in the lounge. But we all ended up watching Lost Dog's Way Home 4 together.

I guess rainy days aren't so bad sometimes. That's all for now journal!! See you later!

Sunny Plott 🌻

[flover4ever]

first date⋆.˚ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖࣪

a/n: i think abt matt and karen's date in that restaurant all the time. such a perfect scene! i wanted to capture that energy. i've always wanted to write a matt x librarian! oc fic. but times are tough and i can never commit to things lol. here's a snippet of what could have been. also, i am not from new hampshire. but oh my god, how pretty!!!!! im jealous.

warning: matt murdock x librarian! reader

matt didn't think his night could go any better. in front of him, he's got the most beautiful girl of his dreams. she told him that he is wearing a white cardigan and light blue dress, the fabric reaches the ground. she told him that the kids from the library tell her it reminds them of when the sky is clear of clouds, only sunny and blue.

matt takes a sip of his wine. "you got family in new york?"

"no," she shakes her head, taking a sip of her water (when he first asked her out, he wanted to take her to drinks. but she has sworn off drinking for life). "moved here three years ago."

matt's eyebrows raised. matt realized just how little he knew about her, despite how she was the common thread in nelson & murdock. "where are you from?"

"new hampshire." said y/n, a small smile peaking through her, like the first ray of sunshine. "it's beautiful there, so much color and life."

"god, it's hard to describe it," she said. matt loved how she described things, down to its smallest details. she talks in such a cadence akin to deep flowing rivers to morning birds. she can make her grocery list sound like a love poem. "it's hard to capture that beauty... sense of awe at the life around you, you know?"

matt smiled, so hard his cheeks started to hurt. he was sure he'd grow smile lines by the time he's forty if he keeps this up. maybe it was worth it. for y/n. "yeah," he muttered, almost lost in a trance.

"why'd you come to new york, then?" he's genuinely curious, his head titled to the side. "i mean, you make new hampshire seem like another planet next to new york."

she laughs, a giddy and joyous thing. "new hampshire's home. but new york, it never leaves you know? even with the grim and grit, there's something or someone that just makes you want to stay. when I interned here in hell's kitchen, the only thing that kept me moving was the kids. story times, their little faces, their constant questions. all of it. it gave me purpose."

matt hears her heart race, the kind that spoke to one's sense of passion. it was almost melodic, the rapid yet enchanting rhythm of muscle.

"nobody truly understands that they're the future," she said. "our future. i want to give something to them, something irreplaceable."

"like reading?"

"yeah," she sighs, like talking about the children of hell's kitchen filled her with such fervor, she couldn't contain it. "exactly."

"but working with the best lawyers in new york is a definitely a bonus," she adds, holding up her glass of water, the ice swirling against the glass.

y/n narrates what she's about to do, matt chuckles as he does the same, their glasses clinking.

"what about you?" she rested her head on her hand, her heartbeat starting to race as she met his eyes. though their gaze would never be able to meet, his dark gaze became her favorite shade of brown. it wasn't like hers, like earth's dirt in new hampshire's wilderness-- it was gold, shining like embers.

"me?" matt raised his eyebrows.

"yeah," she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, her vegan samosas long gone by now. "what made you want to be an attorney?"

"it was my father really," said matt. "he was a boxer. . . caught up with the wrong people. and when i was nine, he died. i tried giving him justice, but no luck. i guess i just don't want any nine year old matt's to feel the same way i did."

"like what?"

"helpless."

her gaze softened. "you're a good man, matt."

"i think you are good, too, marianne," says matt. "better than me."

and he meant it. for years when darning the suit of daredevil, he feels as if there is a twisted part of him taking over his soul. every punch felt one step closer to that. being matt murdock, keeps him grounded-- but that wouldn't be possible without foggy, or karen, or y/n.

she seems like she doesn't have to try. she is effortlessly good and pure. and maybe there is a twisted side to her that she hasn't shown to him. but he's hanging out the hope that this is who she truly is. a person who is kind and good at her core, even if she had to eat through the rotten parts of herself. maybe that's what makes her truly good.

[m4dm4yhem]

pavitr x reader

reader is implied black

pavitr didn’t know why his senses didn’t set off when his auntie came close to the two of you; her gaze wasn’t cold nor did it give off a bad vibe for pavitr.. his eyes had one of panic.. panic and desperation to get you two out of the situation you somehow had gotten into..

“ …uhh hi maya auntie!” pavitr moved away from you almost instantly; the look of pain on your face made his heart sink… he didn’t want to hurt you; he was just scared his aunt wouldn’t accept you, fear that his aunt would prefer him to be with someone who was like them, someone indian; which judging by your features, you were not.

“ …pavitr..who is that?” his aunt spoke; as she stared down at you; her gaze didn’t set off any alarms in pavitr’s head; but his mind was still running all over the place; the two of you were sat.. eating lunch together in a nearby building from pavitr’s home.. you two had recently started dating, and he wanted to share a few of his favorite foods with you.. some of his favorite dishes from his culture.. pavitr slowly put the naan he had in his hand down and chewed on his lip; “ uh…this is..” it’s not like he was ashamed of you.. because he wasn’t..

pavitr loved you.. more than anything; you knew that.. well not in this moment. which made you speak up yourself. “ im pavitr’s partner.. [name]” you let an awkward smile make its way to your face; before you covered your mouth because you had just introduced yourself with your mouth full of a samosa.

his auntie, who you now knew was named maya.. giggled at your little introduction; and your appearance; a smile filled her face; your mouth was full; your lips stained with hints of curry here and there.. and pieces of rice sticking around your mouth, as well as your fingers covered in curry and single pieces of rice sticking to your fingers as well; your eyes had a look of panic in them; to be so messy in front of your boyfriend’s aunt made you embarrassed; as you quickly grabbed a few napkins and wiped your hands and your mouth.

“…Aw!” that certainly wasn’t what pavitr expected to come out if her mouth. “ why didn’t you tell me? “ his maya auntie gently nudged him; a grin on her face as she pulled up a chair to you two’s table; sitting right in the middle of you two; “ oh my goodness! I have stories to tell you! I always dreamed of telling such things to whoever pavitr bought home..but he never did.” she forced a frown; and the embarrassment was obvious on pavitr’s face. “ …maya auntie..please don’t-“ his words fell on deaf ears; stories upon stories.. questions upon questions.. by the end of it.. you and pavitr’s auntie seemed to have an amazing relationship begin to blossom; although you ate way more cleanly than you did when it was just you and pavitr..

you glanced over at your boyfriend for the first time in the last hour and his head was in his hands; embarrassment evident in his face; as his auntie had just finished telling you how he nearly burned the house down because he forgot about the tea he sat on the stove; while she was exaggerating the story; and that was obvious.. it was still painfully embarrassing for your boyfriend to have these memories brought up.. after he tried so hard to shove them down.

“ hey..auntie?” you spoke; stopping her in the middle of her sentence

“ yes dear?”

“ im gonna go to the bathroom… and i need pavi to show me where it is.. we’ll be back, kay?”

she gave a nod as you dragged your boyfriend to god knows where.. you certainly didn’t

“ what’s the matter? you know where the bathroom is..?” pavitr spoke; this wasn’t the first time you guys had been here; last time you two celebrated that you had found the bathroom without help..

“ I just..wanted to make sure you were okay without making your aunt feel bad..you looked pretty upset.” you spoke softly; a frown on your face as pavitr let a grin play on his lips, he was fine.. just embarrassed. but the fact you cared enough to notice his change in mood and take him somewhere private to ask.. it made his heart skip a beat!

“…im okay, love.” he spoke softly.. he wasn’t embarrassed anymore.. more or so excited… because this moment made him feel loved.. his heart was happy.. and was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.

“ okay..just..let me know if anything makes you feel some type of way..and I won’t entertain it.. okay?” you spoke; mostly gesturing towards how you’d been giggling at the stories his auntie was telling you; wrapping his arms around you; pavitr pulled you in, your tight curls tickling his nose.

“..okay.” he spoke softly and pressed a kiss to the top of your scalp.

[qierxing]

i would love to see wanderer have to deal with someone who just doesn't care.

your first thought when you see him snapping at a poor person who happens to get on his wrong side is 'oh. this guy's an asshole'. it's not a flattering thought, but this isn't your first time encountering a guy who acts holier than thou.

your friends tell you he's a menace, he's already scared off anyone that's not up to his infinitesimal standards. Even the matra step carefully around him. You shrug and say "he's a step above an angsty teenager".

Wanderer who tells you that you're strange. his anger is much more muted compared to before he was known as Scaramouche; when he was filled with misdirected anger and rage and hatred-albeit it still shows when he makes a scathing insult to you. He feels a bit annoyed when you only stare at him unimpressed, and respond with "So...do you want to get lunch with me or not?"

Nahida tells him how glad she is that he's making a friend. he retorts that he's only entertaining you because you're by far the least annoying person to be around. You don't demand things of him. You're not suspicious of him. Actually, do you even care about him?

Wanderer gets the answer one late night.

It's annoying. you don't seem to give a flying fuck that a suspicious man keeps intruding into your home for dinner. and on top of that, making it a habit! do you have any self preservation?

"Of course I do." you reply with no offense in your tone.

"You just told me where your house key was in case I needed to come in." he responds flatly.

"You're the one always coming over, though. Just thought I would make it easier."

he chokes on the water he's sipping, and you hand him a napkin without a missed beat. how dare—

...ok, fine. he admits it. He likes you more than he originally thought. Enough to the point where his heart pounds and he looks forward to the times when he can be with you again.

so he's more than just pissed off to find your house empty at night time. granted, okay, it wasn't guaranteed that you would be cooking like usual tonight, but it's practically a given that you would have dinner together. right?

clearly not. Wanderer finds you lounging with your friends at Lambad's Tavern, exchanging easy quips and banter over fried samosas and skins of snake wine. His vision turns red at the sight of you leaning your head on a friend's shoulder, tired from the night's reveries.

he has half a mind to make sure that friend goes missing the next day or with a clear message that you were his but.

he's petty. he's hurt. he cared about you! do you know how hard it is to make him do that?

it's about time you cared too.

he may not have the original influence he had as a Harbinger, but he knows how to pull strings. and he'll make you realize it if it's the last thing he does.

he will make you care about him—if only to not feel like he's being left behind again.

[satureja13]

This is part 3 of our Gothy Imbolc 💀 It all starts -> here

After the concert - and after Ji Ho's Siren's Song Spells - the magic faded, and they felt awkward again... Jeb made sure to leave first with Kiyoshi. They both know how uncomfortable he makes them. Kiyoshi walked away like a condemned man. The music was still playing in 'The Veil'. And they all know and love this song. It's 'Over the hills and far away' from Nightwish

'They came for him one winter's night. Arrested, he was bound They said there'd been a robbery. His pistol had been found

They marched him to the station house. He waited for the dawn And as they led him to the dock. He knew that he'd been wronged "You stand accused of robbery" He heard the bailiff say He knew without an alibi Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom

Over the hills and far away For ten long years he'll count the days Over the mountains and blue seas A prisoner's life for him there'll be'

Saiwa left shortly after them. Alone. He so wished he could be with Jeb this night. He's still revved up. Jeb is stunning and Sai hopes he gets to see Jeb in this outfit again after they'd made up somehow...

'He knew that it would cost him dear But yet he dared not say Where he had been that fateful night A secret it must stay He had to fight the tears of rage His heart beat like a drum For with the wife of his best friend He spent his final night of freedom

Over the hills and far away He swears he will return one day Far from the mountains and blue seas Back in her arms he swear he'll be Over the hills and far away' (Isn't it crazy how well the lyrics fit the situation between Saiwa, Kiysohi and Jeb? ö.Ö')

Jack is about to go over to his houseboat. Vlad: "Jack, are you sure you can sleep alone tonight?" He noticed the way Jack looked at Kiyoshi when he left. After all the fun they had this evening - Vlad knows how hard this was for Jack. Jack: "Positive! I'm fine! You two rather charge the Bond now. It's about time."

Jack still hesitated. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stay alone tonight. But he doesn't want to disturb Ji Ho and Vlad.

When he saw how tight Vlad held Ji Ho, he reluctantly left.

After this crazy hot Burmesan Samosa Soup - his first meal - Vlad is determined to be bolder. He can feel through the Bond that Ji Ho enjoys this embrace almost as much as he does. And so he held him a bit longer than usual.

'Each night within his prison cell He looks out through the bars He reads the letters that she wrote One day, he'll know the taste of freedom

Over the hills and far away She prays he will return one day As sure as the rivers reach the seas Back in his arms he swears she'll be'

And even though Vlad also knows that words aren't neccessary between them because the Bond tells Ji Ho how much Vlad enjoyed the concert, this whole evening, he went all in and actually said something to Ji Ho! Vlad: "You were amazing."

But Ji Ho doesn't know how to deal with a Vlad trying to have a real conversation with him so he just said: "Thank you." Well - let's not ask too much of them. It's a beginning :3

Ji Ho is tired and drained. The Siren's Songs are taking their toll on him. But he is happy. And after a silent conversation over their Bond, Ji Ho went to his room to sleep off the evening and Vlad spent the night with Jack to make sure he's ok.

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[aluria-sevhex]

the power of friendship didn't work :(

[Hi, stardust! If you wanna read all of her posts as she plays through ISAT, they can all be accessed in this masterpost and are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

This particular post starts in the middle of a play session and conversation directly following the last one, so it might be a good idea to have read that one first!]

notes:

-hm? the stars? yeah what *is* Sif's deal with them. so help me if the kid is right and they came from the sky-

-""how do you deal with it?" (you don't.)"

-hehe Sif is thinking of a loophole

-D: i messed up with Bonnie

-guess i'll talk to Loop

-Bonnie's favorites are rice and pineapples... and the third thing isn't palmiers... so the third thing has to be the samosas

-oh my god. Sif asked if Loop is jealous of his allies, and Loop was like "like what? like i'm your partner waiting for you to come home and then when you do all you can do is talk about hoe much fun you had with your friends?"

BUDDY. YOU'RE TELLING ON YOURSELF.

-"forget i said that. it was an awful metaphor." mmhmm. hmmmmmmmm

-oh? if they're not jealous of the party... are they jealous of Sif?

-gonna loop to help Bonnie

-huh. if i zone out the skill won't be as useful. i won't then

-"Isabeau looks nicer, you think" hehe

-:o the second time, Siffrin thinks the belief should change

-"but changing the script is scary" oof

-gonna have to find a craftonomy book

-"also, why am i thinking about candles right now?" strange. oh yeah it *was* in one of the dorm rooms

-i accidentally zoned out for Odile's thing this time ;_;

-FUCK I DON'T KNOW THE TYPE OF SAMOSAS.

WAIT. BONNIES PROFILE.

"Weak to: Cheese

Resists: Veggies"

...FUCK I MESSED UP

-talking to Isa. "you will always make the joke. you have to keep some sort of routine to stay sane, and if always making the joke is how, so be it." funny but also D:

-??? Sif and Loop just had a thing about how quiet Sif is...

-time to loop forward to see what the samosas' deal is

-looped to Floor 3. gonna find a craftonomy book

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE POWER OF CRAFT BREAK A

-oh THAT'S where a chain for the pendant is!!!

-hm. apparently Body Craft is illegal in Ka Bue, but if you know where to look...

-in the bathroom again. eavesdropping.

-"in some countries we would be expected to talk about the men in our lives and nothing else. would you like to do that" "we've only got the one man, madame, and ew" LOL

-oh my god. they're talking about Isabeau confessing.

-love how Odile and Bonnie have figured out that Isa has a crush on Siffrin but Sif and Mira are oblivious. truly an aspec mood

-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WHY DID A SIFFRIN SPRITE APPEAR I JUST GOT A FUCKING ACHIEVEMENT FOR IT HUH???

-oh did i completely misinterpret that part of Bonnie's profile

-looping back

-time to help everybody again

-"(say the line, Siffrin)"

-"coming to a country she has no ties to, but wanting to create those ties herself. it feels almost revolutionary."

"you're jealous." oh?

-...what if Siffrin is from the country that disappeared. it makes sense with all the weird shit, and would also explain why they don't remember much of it

-time to help Bonnie!

-also i am once again wondering what the deal is with Siffrin and stars. 'stars' is in the game's title and they clearly have some sort of importance... fuck it speculation time. what if Loop and Siffrin are both from the same place (possibly the disappearing country) that had a lot of ties to the star or the sky or something, and Loop was in a time loop or something st some point for some reason, maybe to fulfill a purpose, failed, and is now trying to help Siffrin with whatever the purpose of Siffrin's time loop is

-anyway. Bonnie time!

-:0 Bonnie wants me to teach them how to fight

-awwwwwwww this is so fucking precious

-Sif. did you seriously fucking forget thst you don't like being touched? or are you that oblivious.

-...OH. awwww :( they do like it but he's not used to it...

-:0 BONNIE'S SISTER NAME REVEALED (Nille/Pétronille)

-oh wow Nille is just like me fr fr (i don't like being unexpected touched, and there's been times where it ended in me screaming too)

i am not able to suplex people tho lol

-feel like Siffrin's memory issues are either magic bullshit or. trauma? or. magic bullshit AND trauma? idk but this bitch is not mentally healthy

-lol??? Bonnie poked Sif XD

-LMAO SIF FUCKING TRIPPED- wait. whh does that have ominous audio

-OH? Sif lost their eye protecting Bonnie?

-i don't think Bonnie's apparent guilt is JUST about Siffrin, it's gotta be at least a little about Nille

-AWWWWWWWW BONNIE HUGGED SIFFRIN

-time to help Isabeau!

-hold on gonna talk to Loop first

-lol Sif asked if Loop and the King are friends

-ok. listen Siffrin. what the FUCK do you mean by "it's complicated" how does one have a complicated relationship with the fucking stars???

-ok NOW i'm helping Isa

-...oh my god. Isabeau's name. is a pun. (－‸ლ)

-:0 they're staring at the sky together

-hmmmm why do you wanna change the subject, Sif?

-also it's so sweet that Isabeau noticed the little things :]

-shy nerd Isa does not compute

-PLEASE ISA CONFESS ALREADY THIS IS PAINFUL

-Aaaajdjkaskdljdjdjejfjghtjgjgjgjfn

-ToT THE TIMELINE IS *DETERMINED* TO MAKE SURE THAT ISA NEVER FUCKING CONFESSES

-hehe Bonnie, Odile, and Mirabelle arrived

-gonna go thru the entire House in one loop >:)

-"You have ENOUGH of all those STUPID SADNESSES standing in your BLINDING WAY." Sif is getting SICK of the loops.

-...uh-oh. everybody's scared? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT LOOP(?)

-kinda like when Bonnie was shown to have been listening in and it culminated in them saying they hate Siffrin over and over before things rewound slightly

-"don't kill it in one strike, or they'll notice"

-...i can make it so Sadnesses run... shouldn't i buff my friends' levels tho? so they have all their skills.

-I GOT THE SHARPENING STONE

-fuck. Sif almost forgot to stop Isabeau from running into the Tears

-Sif is now thinking about the difference between Tears and being frozen in battle and nearly panicking. i think this game should be renamed Anxiety Simulator 2023

-if i had a nickel for every RPG i liked where the main character is depicted in monochrome and has severe mental health issues and is in some sort of cycle, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

-Frin once again said nya and is sick of it

-Siffrin's accumulated stats + the stat boosts from the hangout memories make the group *terrifyingly efficient*. i made it so the Sadnesses are scared of me but i hunt them down anyway just to get those levels for the skills. i am attaining godlike power by the standards of this place and it is horrifying

-every time i get a notification that Siffrin's leveled up i get kinda scared...

-CRAFTONOMY BOOK FOUND! TIME CRAFT CRASH COURSE!

-O_O CRAFTING TIME WAS HYPOTHESIZED TO REQUIRE KILLING THE USER

-tbf Sif's time loop abilities do have weird limits... like absorbing the memories of battles to go forward...

-time to call Loop!

-dang. that was not as helpful.

-hey i found the hand-drawn tarot deck and got a 2 of Swords this time

-Floor 1 boss time

-snack time!

-picking the onigiri this time

-going to log off for the night

-back

-obligatory title screen music appreciation :D

-hehe talked to Bonnie after the snack time

-"which one am I?" "you're my cousin who i see once a year and we have a really really good time!"

-:0 one of the papers in Euphrasie's office is a love letter from Claude

-hm. a spreadsheet with two columns: "Save Vaugarde" and "Other"... the first one has a lot of names, the second doesn't

-:0 the person didn't give their partner the earring yet

-"(You're not sure how many deities you worship.)"

-uh-oh. i think Odile thinks it's sus that i knew about the familytale

-the book on shields "smells weird"

-I THINK ODILE THINKS IT'S SUS THAT I KNEW THE CARROT METHOD

-"you pick up the key, and do not think about how bad you are at your job"

-ohhhhhhhh wait does Odile have two names because she's half-Vaugardian? either that or. a gender thing?

-hehe Bonnie is saying it's stupid to talk about what'll happen if we lose

-awwww everybody promised that we'd protect each other

-"the taste is familiar to you, somehow" yeah cuz i ate fish heads on a previous loop

-"Sif is MY Siffrin nickname, Mira." lol

-ok Odile definitely thinks i'm sus

-...SOME. CRAFTS HAVE A DISTINCT SMELL. I KNEW IT. SUGAR. TIME CRAFT IS SUGAR

-YEAHHHHHHHH TIME TO UNITE THE PENDANT AND CHAIN

-oh :< doesn't work

-oh fuck Sif u ok?

"(Nothing ever goes right in your life.)" (and the text is shaky :( )

-hehehe note earring

-hm. the pottery class has issue 87

-bathroom break!

-Sif feels... happy?

-"even though you're not friends, you're just allies" idk you guys seem like friends to me

-uh. Sif is calling themself stupid again.

-that weird ghost Sif again...

-i am definitely not the only person to compare the paper Tristesse to SOMETHING. but i'm doing it anyway

-hehe level 69 nice

-...did i need to sharpen the Keyknife before opening the door?

-hm where's the last of the bomb components located? the gizmo-gadget is in the room and the secret ingredient is in Claude's hand... but what about the thingy-thing?

-YES SIF YOU ARE ALL FRIENDS

-FOUND FAMILY MY BELOVED

-SNACK TIME

-malanga fritters :D

-"in this moment, you are loved"

-:o Mira is brushing Sif's hair

-hehehe Sif wants Isa to be emotionally vulnerable first

-the King fight music slaps

-no it was not always this easy to fight him

-...who helped the King harness Time Craft

-the universe? ...wishing on a star...?

-Isa can't remember... hm...

-why don't they know what the universe is???

-Mira saw an article that said the King is from elsewhere. maybe he's from the disappearing island? or wherever Sif is from. altho those two places might be the same

-THE TALLNESS. JUST HAPPENED???

-what can he see?

-how is freezing Vaugarde the universe's will?

-...what if. what if the only way to break the time loop is to let the King win. just let him freeze everything and leave Vaugarde.

-"you know it's just a way to make you stop fighting, but..."

-i have once again killed the King

-..."I can never go back home." T_T

-i don't think friendship will fix the loops. currently talking to everybody

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ISA WHEN WILL YOU CONFESS LMAO

-*sighs* time to talk to Euphrasie

-I KNEW IT. IT'S THE SAME. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

-Siffrin calling himself stupid counter just went up :(

-and again...

-...Odile?

-Siffrin's friends are noticing that something's wrong

-...and. i looped again.

-TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT THE TIME LOOP

-i think Sif called themself stupid again... and again

-:0 memory of Family... a way they could catch up?

-:( Siffrin wants Isa to touch him. but it'll never happen.

-talking to Loop

-aw. when asking Loop how to help everyone and then selecting who to help, Siffrin refers to them as family members now :]

-OK I CAN ASK LOOP ABOUT THE WEIRD SIFFRIN SPRITE

-RE: Isabeau trying to confess and Siffrin being oblivious, Loop is probably thinking "wow! this motherfucker is so dense!"

-logging off for now

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

How often do you eat Indian food? What are your favorite dishes?

I love that this is Indian Food Discussion Hours.

Umm... I probably go to the local Indian restaurant about three times a month, and I get two meals from that. But I also make my own daal at home and have it a couple of times a week. Deep (brand) kathi rolls are also one of my at-home staples, and while I know they're just frozen food, I'll count them about 3 times a week. I go to my friend's house once-a-weekish as well.

So... 7ish meals weekly? That sounds correct.

My Top 10 Indian Food Dishes:

Chicken korma / shahi korma (I get it so rarely too)

Mutter paneer, the creamy kind (the other onions-and-jalapenos-but-no-cream kind is okay too, but I don't usually opt for it since I like pretty much everything on a given Indian restaurant menu and it's Just Alright to me)

Gudjarati daal with some onion kulcha

Chicken tikka masala

Paneer and/or chicken makhani

Saag paneer

Daal palak with some onion kulcha

Corn shaq

Eggplant shaq

Bhindi fry

Honourable mention to dosa malala with the little potato masala. 10/10. Also I didn't add pilau because it's such a broad term, but rest assured that it would be on here.

Give me a side of samosas and/or some jeera rice and I will be an even happier camper. Pakora is also always a good appetizer.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Sleepy for Ruthie & scrunch for Juliet 🫶

oh gosh well this request has been sitting in my inbox for like a month but I finally finished it! So so sorry for the delay, darling Nonnie, and thank you so much for your patience!

kiss prompts

[ sleepy ] for a half-awake kiss - Ruthie x Benny

The door of Benny’s apartment swings open to reveal an exhausted but smiling Ruthie, blush pink Pyrex in her hands.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Benny beams, stepping aside to let her in.

“Hi,” she says, shifting up onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek as she passes, “Long time no see.”

“I know, it’s been forever,” he laughs, knowing full well she was here just last week, “What’d you bring this time?”

“Samosas,” she beams, gesturing excitedly with the Pyrex, and Benny smiles, though it doesn’t escape his notice that there’s something slightly less cheerful about her demeanor today.

“How are things at the hotel?” He asks in what he hopes is a casual manner, following her into the kitchen, “You said a while ago that business wasn’t great, is it getting better?”

“You remembered?” Ruthie pauses as she removes a pastry, in the middle of moving it to a plate.

“Of course,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ruthie ducks her chin in an attempt to hide her growing smile, busying herself with plating another samosa.

“It’s actually gotten really busy,” she says happily, “I… don’t really remember the last time I slept? I’ve been doing laundry and making beds and cleaning practically all the time to try to keep up with the guests, but if it means business is good and my parents have one less thing to worry about, then…” she trails off with a shrug.

Now that she’s said it, Benny can see tiredness etched into every line of her face, the poorly hidden dark purple bags under her eyes now crystal clear even through her ever cheerful smile.

“And you still came here?” He asks, frowning slightly as he steps closer to scan over her face.

“Of course,” her brow furrows, “I wanted to see you, and how can I keep up with my lessons if I skip a week, hm? Besides,” she says through a yawn that utterly destroys the point she’s trying to make, “I’m not that tired, I promise.”

“Sweetheart— Ruthie, look at me honey, please?”

Ruthie looks up from where she’s sweeping crumbs off the counter, still very much in cleaning mode, as Benny takes her hand and guides her to the living room.

“We’re gonna skip the lesson today.”

“Wait, what?”

Ruthie frowns. She’d been practicing her Italian all week to keep it fresh in her mind for today— she’d made very good progress since Benny had offered to teach her more than the simple phrases Val had taught her in a rushed, impromptu lesson, and she wanted to keep improving.

“Vika,” Benny sighs, thumb stroking gently along the back of her hand as they sit, “You need rest, honey. Lesson for today? Vai a dormire.”

“Vai…” Furrows appear in Ruthie’s forehead, adorable as always, as she tries to translate.

Benny brushes a kiss to her forehead, wonders if she knows he can feel how much she’s leaning on him, if she’s aware of how heavy-lidded her eyes are.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart.” He murmurs, moving to kneel beside the sofa and shifting a pillow under her head as she lays down despite her protests.

“Benny—” she mumbles, stubborn even when she’s half asleep.

He leans in, silencing her tired protests with a gentle kiss, “I promise I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to go home.”

Finally, finally, she relaxes, eyes closing as she gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Th’nk you, Benny.”

“Dormi bene, sweetheart.”

[ scrunch ] for a kiss on the nose - Juliet x Brady

“Honey, are you almost ready?” Juliet calls from her vanity, checking that the Victory Red on her lips is still immaculate before slipping into her heels.

“Ready, sweetheart,” John says from behind her, and the sight of him in the mirror has her beaming before she turns to look at him properly.

John Brady stands there beaming in one of his nicer suits, ready for the first proper date night they’ve had since their daughter was born.

“Oh, Johnny,” she breathes, standing to get a better look, her hand coming to rest gently on his chest, “You look very handsome, darling.”

He always did, of course, but the suit was a welcome change from the usual somewhat creased button downs he wore, as was the neatly combed hair from the usual rumpled brown waves (caused by a certain six-month-old finding endless fascination with her father’s hair).

“And you,” her husband smiles, arms winding around her waist, “Look as beautiful as ever, Mrs. Brady.”

Even after over a year of marriage, a thrill still runs through her at both the compliment and the use of her married name.

Smiling, Juliet leans up for a kiss, but John pulls back slightly.

“I don’t think I can bring myself to mess this up just yet,” he says, eyes soft as his thumb traces along the edge of her red-painted lip, “So I think I’ll just…”

He leans in and pecks her nose, eliciting a delighted giggle from his wife.

“As sweet as that was,” Juliet teases with a raised eyebrow before her eyes turn pleading, “Please kiss me properly, John Brady.”

Captain John Brady — who once threatened to “smash the living shit” out of the pilot who was taking up his slot in a formation while in the air with no regard for the very expensive planes that would be damaged by this action — is helpless against his wife’s doe eyes.

Grinning, he leans down to press his lips tenderly to hers, his heart going soft at the sigh that escapes her as he pulls away.

“Better?”

“Much,” she grins, thumb swiping over his lips to rub away the Victory Red that transferred from her own, “Shall we?”

They step out to the living room, greeted with the sight of Rosie Rosenthal playing with his newest niece.

“Thank you so much again, Rosie,” Juliet smiles, “We really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Rosie grins, “You know I’ll never pass up a chance to hang out with this little peanut.”

Little Olivia lets out a delighted giggle as her Uncle Rosie tickles her, reaching for his pomaded curls.

“Wait, no, not the hair—”

Once he’s disentangled Olivia’s tiny fingers from his hair, he lifts her into his arms with an ease that comes from months of practice with Little Croz.

“Say bye to Mommy and Daddy, peanut!” Rosie lifts her little hand to wave at them as the Bradys make their way into the foyer.

“We should be back around 10,” Jules calls as John attempts to herd her out the door, “And don’t hesitate to call us if you need to!”

“Or your mother!” John calls with a grin from his place by the car door.

“I’ve gotten better, I swear!” Rosie replies, playfully exasperated, “Have fun, you two.”

“You too, Rosie,” John grins at the same time as Juliet says “Be good for your uncle, Livvy!”

The couple says their final goodbyes and heads out, John Brady leaning over at a red light to press a kiss to his wife’s nose.

“What was that for?” Juliet laughs.

Her husband smiles and shrugs, turning his attention to the road as the light changes.

“Just because.”

[stxrrynxghts]

Chapter 1: The Job (Ariose)

So, I made a poll on which couple to write on, and Bhima and Droupadi got 31.4% votes!!! So, here this short series is! I've titled it Ariose, a word which means songlike, or characterized by melody. This is a modern AU, and is set in the late 80s/early 90s, so there will be plenty of references. Also, I'm not aware about court proceedings actually work, so pardon me if there are any inaccuracies. Hope y'all like it!!!

Tap, tap.

Krishnaa taps her foot, trying to suppress the growing wave of irritation that spreads through her. Calm down, she tells herself. You cannot lose your temper at work, not inside the court-

The opposition lawyer doesn't make her job easier. Like a proper scoundrel, he accuses Krishnaa's client, the victim of faking her crime.

It's atrocious.

She looks down at her documents, her gaze falling on the images of the wounds taken from the victim's body. The sight of the scratches on her neck, the bruises on her arms, stir a feeling of discomfort inside her.

Krishnaa reaches out to scratch her neck, an action done in hopes to reduce her discomfort.

It does not work. Nothing ever does.

Thankfully, by Shiva's blessings, she has never been assaulted, never touched inappropriately, unlike her poor client. And yet, she finds herself almost close to tears, and it's not because of her work.

No, Krishnaa has felt this way before as well, even when she was just a young child. As if there was some pain rooted inside her heart deeply, something that she couldn't push away no matter how hard she tried.

Sometimes, she can still feel the hands on her neck, her shoulders, her waist-

Tugging at her hair wildly, pulling it, as if they were intended on tearing it out of her scalp.

It is a good decision that Krishnaa's hair is short, just till her shoulders, long enough to tie in a ponytail. It can't be pulled...right?

Right?!

"My client is innocent, Your Honor!" The lawyer of the accused yells. "The girl is lying-"

LYING?!

Krishnaa stands up, but right then, the judge declares the court to be adjourned. She holds back a scream, and instead, focuses her energy on calming herself down properly.

"Heyyy." Mini, Krishnaa's friend and colleague, arrives out of nowhere, hooking her arm into hers. "Why so serious?"

Mini is two months Krishnaa's junior, and is a bubbly girl, with chubby cheeks, and long hair which she styles in different ways. So different when compared to Krishnaa herself.

"Didn't you hear what he said? How can he say something like that about Ritu?!" Ritu is their client, a 19 year old girl. She was raped, and had lived to tell the tale.

"It's our job, to defend our clients-"

"But there is a basic sense of humanity as well, no?!" Krishnaa retorts.

"Yes, yes!" Mini exclaims, raising her hands in surrender. "Anyways, don't be so sad. We have time to prepare till the next hearing."

Krishnaa nods, tucking a strand of her curly, dark hair behind her ear, and sighs. She gathers her things, stuffing them into her bag.

"My parents want me to get married soon..." Mini says, softly. "I don't want to...right now..."

"Then don't." Krishnaa says.

"They won't let me stay with them, then..."

"Then come to stay with me." Krishnaa tells her. "You don't need to be scared of anyone, not even your own parents."

"I can stay with you?" Mini asks, surprised. "Really? AWWWW, YOU ARE SO ADORABLEEEEE!"

And then, she emphasizes her point by smooching Krishnaa's cheeks. Twice.

"Let's go and eatttt!"

"But I already brought lunch for myself-" Her protests fall on deaf ears, and Krishnaa is dragged out of the courtroom. Mini takes Krishnaa to a typical indian dhaba.

Krishnaa does not eat in dhabas often. Actually, she prefers home made food much more than outside food, except for the occasional samosa-jalebi.

The two of them sit on a table, and Krishnaa looks around. The dhaba is simple, with some tables and chairs, a few fans hanging on the ceiling. There is a simple counter, and behind the counter is a fridge, filled with soft drinks. There is a curtain, which covers a room which is most likely the kitchen.

It's simple, and tidy, despite it's unusually shabby appearance.

"What's your order?" A gruff voice asks, and Krishnaa swirls around to see who it is.

God, he is tall.

The man has curly hair, till his nape. He is rather handsome, and muscled up as well.

Krishnaa blinks, silently, averting her gaze. Mini rambles their order quickly, and from the corner of her eye, Krishnaa sees the man head back to the kitchen, and sit down.

So he is the waiter AND the chef. Wow.

The food is quite tasty as well.

Perhaps she should come here often.

[patrochillesvibes]

For the ask meme: 13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like? 😊

This is an excellent question.

One of their secrets to keeping romance alive is every Friday night is date night. Typically they go out to a restaurant and have lots of sex, but once a month or so it’s a date night in. Overall, what they do really depends on the season and Patroclus’ work schedule. To compensate they will go away for a long weekend.

Date Night In

They’re eating takeout. It will depend on the mood. Sometimes sushi, sometimes samosas, sometimes Korean BBQ, sometimes pizza, etc. There are usually candles lit and some music on. Achilles is a wine snob, so there will be wine. (they usually have to take a sex break during the meal -depending on how spicy the food is). If Pat’s not too tired from work, there will also be some slow dancing (this is especially true if Achilles is in one of his Pyrrha moods).

Then it’s cuddling up on the couch for a movie. Depending on how interesting the movie is, they’ll either have couch sex or fall asleep. If Pat gets home at a decent time, they may also play a sexy game involves some form of foreplay or stripping.

Winter

They like to go ice skating and get hot chocolate. They will take long weekends to go to the mountains to ski/snowboard. They always go on a winter holiday.

Spring

Splurging on high-end restaurants. Go to a museum or gallery. Walk in the park. Cook a fancy dinner together.

Summer

They take long weekends to go to the beach/lake house. They don’t care for fishing and are not really into boating. But they are into kayaking and whitewater rafting! Weekends would probably include hiking or horseback riding and a picnic.

Go for a walk/cycle. Walk down to the waterfront to enjoy the sunset while sitting and holding hands. Otherwise date nights are all about ice cream! Usually they do some cycling to get to the place. Achilles will always try a crazy flavor. Pat will warn him that he won’t like it and oops now Achilles thinks it’s a challenge. Pat’s always right in the end. Achilles will end up eating Pat’s classic and sensible flavors while Pat ends up with the weird ice cream that makes his teeth hurt.

Fall

Walks in the park and apple cider. Attend a (European) football game.

Long weekends for a cabin/lake house where they do typical Fall couple stuff involving apple picking, carving pumpkins, and corn mazes.

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College-age they’re going to bars and clubs most Fridays. Though after a certain drink limit Achilles gets extremely handsy and they usually get kicked out for indecency.

Oh, and if you were wondering about more silly activities like paint night, bowling, mini golf, karaoke etc. those are activities Achilles does with his girl friends and they’re usually very drunk.