Tumgik
#Khol
venusmage · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
I cant remember if I ever posted this old “photo” of Drac’s tiefling dads!
132 notes · View notes
Text
ये सुरमे भरी आंखें जहर से भी ज्यादा खतरनाक काम करती है , इंसान के कलेजे में खंजर भी उतार देती है और निशान तक नहीं छोड़ती ।
Tumblr media Tumblr media
वो खंजर से सूरमा लगाने वाली कब अपने नैनो के तीर दिल में उतर गई हमें कुछ पता ही ना चला
Tumblr media Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
celineoshara · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
dongtopus · 5 months
Text
The dense Kholite door glided on its bearings, nested inside a much larger kholite support-come-barrier structure. The contained voice echoes through a series of hoses around a heavy mask.
"You're late."
"Sorry, Aerus'." Britol said with a raised hand as he held the door open for his Sponsor, Oyul.
The door closed and a series of bard and rods fell into place to create a hermatic seal on the room.
"Sorry 'Arry, a lad was lost on fourth. Not his fault, all the tunnels look the same for first timers."
As the engineers aproached the semi-circle table, Oyul bobbed between his feet with a crooked smile, his lips moving silently a few times before a quiet noise broke through, "Miners, timers."
The head foreman sat upright in his high-backed oak seat, the pipes and hoses squeaking against the ornatel, paper-thin kholite flowers and vines that wrapped around the wood.
"What was that?" Aerus took a gloved hand off from the wooden box at the side and placed it to his mask. A series of clicks and hisses followed and the mask was removed. flat, silver eyes peered at Oyul.
"Miners rhymes with timers." He returned.
Already weary, a sigh seeped out from the holes in Aerus'Ol's cheeks, pushing a heavy yellowish fog of monoxide with it.
"Take a seat, please."
Britol gently sat down and placed his hands on the table, clasping his shining obsidian flaked fingers together. To his right, a habitual groan as the chair strained under the mass. Oyul scratched loudly at his belly as he scraped his chair back from the table to give himself more space.
The head foreman wasted no more time. He pulled the wooden box in front of him and removed the lid, showing a small series of bronze wheels and pulleys and began slwly turning the biggest one.
"What is this?"
"That is-"
"'Is'sa engine 'Arry."
Aerus'Ol blinked. Already he looked exhausted. He brought his fingers to a steeple, their rough pits burned-flesh valleys glistened in the light produced by thick glass tubes of steadily burning gas above.
"explain."
Britol thrust his arm out in front of Oyul and began.
"It uses steam to turn. We had a vent start bubbling up last month and I placed a collar around it to contain it. The collar increased the pressure and instead of water, it produced steam. I wondered if I could do anything else with it."
"And you had the time to do this when?" The head foreman raised an eyebrow, the brass wheel turning evening at his fingertip.
"During my breaks. No work time was lost, I swear. My sponser can confirm this." Britol looked to his right, his eyes narrowing a fraction of a hairs-breadth.
"Aye!" A fat, greasy hand slapped the table, rocking the small brass contraption at the other side, "He's a good lad, is Brit. Very clean."
The wheel stopped turning and Aerus'Ol pressed the steepled tips of his fingers to his pocked lips. His jaw moved behind his closed mouth, a dry, tacky tongue rolling as he worked through his thoughts.
He shook his head.
"Steam?"
Britol didn't respond, he held a finger out in Oyul's direction.
"Stop wasting your time on such rediculous endeavors. A worthless by-product of thermogeological processes. Next you'll want to waste your time collecting the expelled gasses of the mortal workers."
"Yes, sir."
The head Foreman's finger returned to slowly turning the brass wheel, its bearings and pulleys shifting in fluid silence.
"This is very good craftsmanship, though. May I keep it?"
2 notes · View notes
tina-aumont · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Beautiful drawing of Tina Aumont done by Moziepoo
13 notes · View notes
best24news · 2 years
Text
Rewari News: बावल, खोल , डहीना खंड के निकाले आरक्षण ड्रा, देखिए लिस्ट
Rewari News: बावल, खोल , डहीना खंड के निकाले आरक्षण ड्रा, देखिए लिस्ट
रेवाड़ी। पंचायत चुनाव को लेकर तैयारियां जोर-शोर से शुरू हो गई हैं। ग्रामीण क्षेत्र में आरक्षण की प्रक्रिया पूरी होने के साथ-साथ संभावित उम्मीदवार अपनी दावेदारी पक्की करने लगे हैं। चाहे वह पंच, सरपंच, पंचायत समिति हो या फिर जिला परिषद के संभावित उम्मीदवार, हर कोई अब चुनाव की तिथि की घोषणा होने का इंतजार कर रहे हैं। पंचायती राज विभाग की ओर से खोल, डहीना व बावल खंड में विभिन्न पदों के लिए ड्रॉ किया…
Tumblr media
View On WordPress
0 notes
wienners · 5 months
Text
the worst thing (and probably the the thing that spurred my everymanhybrid rewatch) was watching the q&as as background noise a few months ago and realizing i have the same fucking khols button up
Tumblr media Tumblr media
39 notes · View notes
saysbruh1 · 3 months
Text
maybe you wouldnt be sweltering if you took the tshirt off exposing your beautiful chest hair idk just a thought
24 notes · View notes
curryaboo · 8 months
Text
if anyone knows any bollywood songs that are influenced or sampled from western songs pls let me knowww 🥹🥹 i’m making a wee playlist rn bc i keep seeing loads of the inverse (western songs sampled from bolly music) & thought it’d be cool to do the opposite :D
49 notes · View notes
casualscx · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
hannah dodd & leo suter manip
17 notes · View notes
irisesforyoureyes · 6 months
Text
itna unserious apne career ko lekar billionaires ke bacche bhi nahi hote honge
24 notes · View notes
venusmage · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess. (Lemony Snickett)
395 notes · View notes
hum-suffer · 3 months
Text
The world is bleak (my guy hasn't responded in a while so I'll bitch about it on Tumblr)
14 notes · View notes
obstinaterixatrix · 2 months
Text
while sister was writing fic she turned to me and said: “I don’t know how coffee machines work”
18 notes · View notes
Tumblr media
*Originally published in Urdu under the title "Khol Do", meaning "Open It"
"The Return" is available to read here
8 notes · View notes
sillverstreets · 3 months
Note
🫁👩‍⚖️
ye kya hai
4 notes · View notes