#azadeh

[davetada]

Azadeh and Nate at their old home

Newhall, CA

[banamaak]

gorgeous women talking smack about the west.jpg and 5 seconds before azadeh drops the "but who am i judge"

[rrrauschen]

Alinah Azadeh, {2003} 1 + 1 = 3

[theblackestofsuns]

Adams Carvalho's illustration for Azadeh Moaveni's piece on young women in Iran in this week's New Yorker magazine.

[atypicalacademic]

WIP Whenever

Thank you to my beloved friends @dirty-bosmer @aria-i-adagio and @ollifree for the tag! I hit a block with my main fic so I was idly adding to a couple of other WIPs, this one is from Seven Thousand Steps, featuring my dragonborn, for a change.

Tagging @cumbiazevran @ollifree @greyvvardenfell @dirty-bosmer @memaidraws @aria-i-adagio @cleverblackcat

The beastblood ran hot and hungry. It turned her stomach, sharpening the edge of her shame into thin, reckless claws. That first time, that other time, Azadeh’s grief had cried out like a wounded child for her to be still. To shut the door behind the night without end, to curl into a patch of nothingness, to stop speaking or breathing or growing for the hope it’d take her back to when she was small and guiltless. She’d chased the eye of the storm for all the years since then, that fragile, short-lived peace concocted from so many potions of calm.  This time, the potions sat untouched. All she craved instead was the sweet silence of the hunt.  She spoke quietly, careful not to wake Ria, who was sleeping in fits and starts against her shoulder. “I’m cursed, aren’t I?” “We all are.” Vilkas tipped his head back. His eyes were heavy, bloodshot. Fresh tears dampened his tired face. Ria would agree, should she confess. Athis, who had stood by the pyre and whispered a prayer to Azura, would flinch away from them, if he knew. The secrets they kept were unfit among siblings. This much, Azadeh understood; she would have told Eleeda in a heartbeat if she could. She would have had Eleeda despise her sooner than have her betrayed.  Merciful Tava, when courage is asked of me, why do I always fall so short? Selfish. She was being selfish again, falling apart and spiraling into herself when they needed her. They’d belonged to Kodlak the way the Firdaus had belonged to her father. And every vessel left so bereft needed a Captain. She squeezed Vilkas’ hand. “You mustn’t carry this on your own. The fault–” “Aye, I know whose sword it was that struck him down. It wasn’t yours, either, Azadeh.”  I wanted Aela to be safe. She wanted to say. I didn’t want her to be alone. Then the rest. The rest had been too easy.  But this was no time for justifications. Let them rot, bitter in her chest, tangled with the guilt she kept stowed away, growing like a living thing.  “I’d rather you blamed me than yourself, Shield-Brother. I’d take it readily. But I wasn’t going to suggest portioning blame at all. Not at this hour. There’s something you need to do so all of you can rest. When you know what it is, I’m at your back.”   She gently brushed Ria’s hair away from her forehead. Vilkas watched her for a moment, softening. “Take her to bed, if you will.” He said. “And then join us in the Underforge. There’s no rest for us till Kodlak gets his.”

[aurillium]

an incredibly devout priestess of melandru, azadeh has resided in the goddess’s domain in the mists since her death. while it’s unknown which time period azadeh originates from, it’s suspected she’s at least of orrian origin, given her name.

displaced by kralkatorrik rushing the mists, azadeh plummeted to tyria along with remnants of her celestial home, and was discovered unconscious by laranthir of the wild during a routine patrol. it was only natural then, that when she awoke, she was ready to cut the poor sylvari’s head off. until she realised what he was and, quite quickly, grew utterly fascinated with the concept of a plant of humanoid shape–and sentience, no less!

the captivation was mutual; she was essentially melandru’s desmina, and while laranthir was no history buff, he knew many in the pact who were. more or less, azadeh found herself in association with the pact, remaining by laranthir’s side simply out of self-preservation and trust, and frequented the priory’s archives in search of a way to return to the realm of nature. the longer she remains in tyria, beside her favourite sylvari, however, the more she procrastinates acting on such endeavours (although she’d be remiss to admit such).

if asked, azadeh would claim to adore all melandru’s creatures, and admits to no favourites. but she’s quite partial to big cats and bears, particularly her companion black bear, mahtab.

as a person, azadeh isn’t one to trust freely, but when she does, she does so fiercely, and is prone to spitefulness when that trust backfires.

Pspspsps tell me about your rangers. Or about your characters who love animals or have a neat connection w them. Or anythign. Really.

[karinyosa]

id:

a tweet by azadeh shahshahani (@ashahshahani) that says, "anticipate heightened targeting of palestinian and muslim community members by the fbi in the coming weeks.

if you live in the u.s. south and are contacted by the fbi for questioning, contact us at project south.

the national lawyers guild has a national hotline: (212) 679-2811"

end id.

[tammuz]

Persian pottery fragment depicting King Bahram Gur hunting with Azadeh. The glazed fragment was originated in Kashan, and it dates back to the late 13th century and early 14th century CE. The Pergamon Museum, Berlin, GERMANY.

Photo by Babylon Chronicle

[banamaak]

Well- ...Well! [ azadeh scoffs. in fact, she's so incredulous that she scoffs again. the way she looks at nana, you would think the other woman just killed azadeh's firstborn and then spat at her feet! ] You know, I have a hard time believing that. You mean to tell me you read one of the magnificent works of my poet- regardless of what my neighbor to the east tells you- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi and didn't weep? Not a single tear? Are you really so heartless? [she huffs, folding her arms and pouting in a gesture that almost perfectly mirrors nana's.] I just do not believe you.

@banamaak liked for a starter !! (it’s been so long i am so sorry)

[ nana's lip... curls. she crosses her arms in a way that is rather petulant for a forty year old woman! ] I'll say something. Your poetry--I don't even think it's very good. There, I've said it. [ her eyebrows raise. ] Perhaps nobody ever even wept over it. Perhaps they just told you that. [ her fingers dance over the inside of her arm as she says it. that might tell you nana is lying! ]

[banamaak]

i miss doing dollmakers so here's stardew valley azadeh jan!

[polkadotmotmot]

Azadeh Nia - Flowers in Bed, 2023

[rayenigma]

Freak stuff. Honestly this doesn't look as suggestive as I expected it to which is cool. Finally some art of Gauthier and Azadeh together in many months !! The queerest looking straight passing couple ive seen in my whole life

Also some flower symbolism because this is what drove me to make this piece!

epiphyllum oxypetalum ('enjoy small moments because they do not last')

dill (passion, lust)

red orchid (romance, desire)

narcissus (self-love, egotism)

tuberose (dangerous pleasures, voluptuousness)

scabius (unfortunate attachment)

protea (courage, transformation)

white spider lily (new beginnings)

red carnations (deep romantic love, passion)

[banamaak]

dansk-dame​:

She was red-faced and tried not to let it show too much, that the sharpness has gone to her head. She coughed only slightly and drank a little more water than usual, which didn’t really help. “It tastes….delicious..and the spice isn’t that bad”,she tries to grin but instead some tears came up. “Nevermind”.

Azadeh raises a brow in concern, although the ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips indicated she found this throughly amusing. Regardless, she is quick to pour a glass of water for the other woman.  “Ey khoda, is it really that bad?” She inquires as she slides a glass in Mathilde’s direction. “I even went easy on the seasoning! You’re lucky I didn’t use the masala I got when I visited India a few months ago. Honestly, how do you survive the summer with such a feeble gut?”

@banamaak

She was red-faced and tried not to let it show too much, that the sharpness has gone to her head. She coughed only slightly and drank a little more water than usual, which didn't really help. "It tastes….delicious..and the spice isn't that bad",she tries to grin but instead some tears came up. "Nevermind".

[atypicalacademic]

Double-Speak

Thank you @dumpsterhipster and @dirty-bosmer for this tag haha. I'll do this for my TES protagonists in chronological order. Tagging @ollifree @greyvvardenfell @sunrisenpoet @cleverblackcat @aria-i-adagio if you'd like!

1. What do they say they want? (i.e., what are the desires they put out into the world and have no trouble admitting)

Alsal: Glory. Abundance. Victory. To provide it all so all they love would be well.

Garvi: To be useful, to something, somehow.

Azadeh: Adventure. To see and know the world. To have it know her back.

2. What do they think they want? (i.e., what are the desires they keep hidden and only admit to their closest loved ones)

Alsal: To be happy. To be loved. To bear the cost of both.

Garvi: Her family back.

Azadeh: Forgiveness

3. What do they actually want? (i.e., what is something they subconsciously need, but either do not realize or cannot admit it)

Alsal: To break, to fall apart, to be held, to rest. To still know their hope has meaning. For someone to remember them. For no one to leave.

Garvi: Grace. To see that somewhere deep within her, there is something of goodness left.

Azadeh: To go home knowing she is still welcome.