#desi girly

[shruiee]

A little confession at the alter of tumblr.

I stopped writing because I was insecure of my writing. (this is me being honest pls don’t come at me)

A big reason to why I stopped writing; which is honestly my biggest fault— writing for numbers instead of writing for myself. I felt like if I wrote more direct smut then that would make people read my smut and like it then they would read my more thought out pieces.

As it is I was insecure about writing because, one I was writing for the desi representation in my favourite fandoms, and secondly English is my first language but in a weird way. It is the only language I can read write and speak but my verbal understanding of Bangla is far superior as it is my day to day language of communication with my family. So during that whole Bel/Fae attack thing and they started criticizing the wording mistakes in my writing because I don’t have a proof reader just broke me in terms of writing. I started to believe that my writing was indeed as those two girls called it. Pretentious and cringy.

Keeping in mind that I was dealing with personal issues as well so this was just fire over my one happy place. I’m sorry for leaving without a word for nearly a year, I’d get asks in my inbox, amazing ones with desi undertones and also just people checking in. I used to cry sometimes just looking at my inbox because I knew I really wanted to write, I used to have all these ideas for all the asks that were sent but I just couldn’t bring myself to type them out.

I felt like I wasn’t good enough to share this space with some of the most amazing writers I’ve known— also had isssues with but then made up. I felt like I was pretending or a robot writing and then convincing myself that it was good enough to post. With that being said.

This is why I rewrote my first two original series Tears of Gold for Tywin and Yours to Take for Daemyra.

I really want to repost them since I have the original work with me still, I love them so much more than their rewrites that to me I was trying to use big words and get my hand at life changing metaphors instead of just having fun.

But back to the point. I feel like wanting to make numbers and getting greedy about that I started writing things that yes I enjoyed but in root it didn’t represent the kind of fanfiction I wanted to write because I felt like I ended up white washing or gentrifying my reader OC’s or the culture around the fic to fit the standard mold of tumblr fanfictions with tiny skinny girls who’s cheeks go pink because they are fair. I just steered away from what I had set out to do in the fanfic community back in 2022 when I finally decided to use both this account and my Wattpad.

My intentions from the very first fanfiction I wrote with Steve Rogers and Bucky was Desi representation. My main goal in the tumblr space is solely for desi representation and my love for my culture.

In my return now I really want to be focused on providing materials of recognition for desi girls, but also in fandoms like Dune and GOT/HOTD that in truth have influences and direct takes from the desi culture and highlight that as appreciation rather than it being a costume thing.

Also if you are a desi person reading this and want a desi reader fic with your choice of male, if I don’t already know said male. I will fall in love with that male just so I can write you a desi piece so please don’t hesitate to ask.

Here I also want to tag a few people that have encouraged the desi mish mosh biryani I make with our beloved internet Daddies and tooted my horn and just in general have my love and respect!! Some of these people already have some smash hit fics that if you haven’t already read— what are you doing? GO READ THEM NEOWWW! Some of these lovely people are also POC writers who also write for their ethnicities as well so pleaseee check out their content. and Taylor cuz half my fics have her songs as scene music hehe.

@avalyaaa @desigemini24 @themotherofhorses @em-writes-stuff-sometimes @ewanmitchellcrumbs @humanpurposes @khaleesi-the-great @arcielee @two-white-butterflies @joker640 @evattude @neociity @chaosfae-writes @ajthefujoshi @sylasthegrim @taylorswift

Also Shreya Ghosal and Arijit Singh for giving me the power of my ancestors to write a dramatic Bollywood style fanfics.

This is a choice I leave to yall, if your read the original Tears of Gold and Yours to Take— they would still be a little polished and tweaked, because mind your I was 18 at the time and other than my highschool diploma essays I had no experience in creative writing and I feel like I’ve grown a lot since but still. The plots I had and the way I had set up both stories to me are still my favourites over their rewrites

[doyouneeddirection]

My code executed today after being stuck on a error that made me question my career choices but i just solved it and all is going well HONESTLY LIFE FEELS A LOT GREENER NOW

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[loveaurdeepression]

Melody

small sylus fic for the lads fandom heheheh my first ever! non!mc reader because I love the concept and pain hehe. la

Warnings: Fluffity fluff

There is this song you sing sometimes. He hears in when you're stirring dinner on the stove when he's next to you, and when you're clipping your toenails, the clack-clack of the instrument is drowned out by your crooning.

It's in a language he can't understand, so he has absolutely no idea what you're singing.

But it's so endearing and sweet; the way your head shakes, and the smile on your face as you sing and hum.

He can't help but stop in his tracks whenever the familiar syllables and melody reach his ears. A hint of an adoring smile on his lips as he leans against the nearest doorway and admires your form.

He hears it now, once again. You'd spent the day with the hunter from Linkon City, and no sooner than two minutes inside the sprawling manor, you'd started singing.

Alternating between humming and voicing the words, he hears your form come closer and closer to the kitchen; where he's currently making dinner.

"Hi Sy," you pause for a moment, putting your bag on the counter, "What's up?" you stalk closer to him and smooth your hands down his back.

He turns around, offering you a taste of the food he's making, curry on the tip of his thumb, "Try it."

With a smile, you take his thumb in your mouth and lick, only to taste the spicy curry you love so much.

"Sy! You didn't!" you exclaim, looking up at him excitedly. Your eyes are sparkling.

It's your favorite food, and the expression on your face is one of his favorites. To see it on your face was why he made your favored cuisine for dinner, to make you happy.

He turns again, washing his hand and moving back in front of you, "I take it the salt is fine?"

You giggle, smushing your face into his back, muffled exclamations of 'it's perfect' and 'I love it' leaving your mouth.

It's silent for a few moments and then he hears it again. It's slow, and first. He can feel the vibrations of your lips against his back, but slowly it becomes a little louder and he can make out the words leaving your mouth as you squeeze him a little.

"I've never asked." he begins, not knowing how to word his question.

You pause and hum inquisitively, a signal for him to go on.

"What song is that? You sing it at the most random times." he stirs the curry one more time before putting on the lid for the pot and leaving it to simmer. He turns around to face you and you're sporting a bashful smile.

He chuckles, "Is a certain little dove feeling shy?" The way you purse your lips makes him want to unfurl them with his fingers and kiss them over and over until you grant him with your angelic laughter.

You titter, shaking your head, "No- it's-"

His fingers softly grasp your jaw and turn your face to look at him, his ruby eyes are soft, "Go on, lovely."

"It's special, Sy." you begin and he hums in reply, urging you to go on, "It's a song I used to listen to when I was a child. It's about love."

"Oh?" he raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face, "Love, huh?"

Your eyes are still trained on him, "Mhmm."

"You sing it quite often, lovely. And always around me."

After a beat of silence, you let out a sigh, "For someone so clever, you really are an idiot, sometimes."

"Ouch." he winces, "How you wound me so." and chuckles when you shove him.

"You idiot." you say, without any spite, "I sing that song every time I'm perfectly and incandescently happy."

He freezes, then. His eyes widen just a little. Perfectly and incandescently happy, around him, every time.

You look away, your hands move to hold his, "It's me saying I love you."

I love you.

I love you.

I love you i love you i love you i love you i love you iloveyou ilove you-

He brings your face to his, lips meeting in a soft kiss, silencing that gasp leaving your mouth. His big hands hold your cheeks, stroking them while yours go behind his neck.

Your bodies are close, wrapped in each other's warmth, the smell of your favorite food cooking, and your love palpable in the air.

Maybe this lifetime was enough for him now, his only love.

[vaidehi-raghunatha]

Took 5 hrs and 2 attempts 😭💟✨

[shipperboi]

Desi magical girl OC named Pushpa! Wanted a break from drawing character assets for a game I'm making and wanted something very self indulgent.

More sketches and 🌸lore🌸 below the cut

I've been watching a lot of magical girl and shojou anime recently and was like wow, I really want to draw a cutsey Indian magical girl main character. I wanted to combine a half sari with a more traditional poofy magical girl dress. I used a lot of flower motifs and gave her a trident to hint at how her powers come from Parvati and Durga. I'm bad at coming up with names but my mum suggested Pushpa and I loved it!

Also I drew more sketches of what a potential show about her and some other magical girls would entail:

Again, I was really trying to combine mythology, South Indian culture and magical girl/shoujo tropes. Let me know what you think fellow south Indians and magical girl lovers 🫡 low-key wanna develop the designs of the other two girls.

[andreainlove]

girls who don't get jealous but always wish you were a little understanding. girls who are chill with all your girl friends but still want to see the difference between how you treat both. girls who won't scream, who won't throw tantrums but try and do one thing unacceptable and you're done for. girls who don't care much for materialistic gifts. girls who'll write you the prettiest letters with hearts and all. girls who don't show you off on social media. girls who won't overreact to something they heard about you from someone else, they'll just wait for your side of the story. girls who don't speak much, they have their own way of showing affection, which is fucking beautiful. they're not girls, they're women.

[desigirldairies]

— her aura is "purple"

[soul-from-another-era]

[sunshiinnne]

Pasandida mard this, Pasandida aurat that, bhai mujhe pasandida college chahiye!!!! 😭

[cherries-in-wine]

Homoerotic friendships are my favourite part of girlhood- even though there aren't any romantic feelings involved, I'm convinced I'll never share the same kind of love and intimacy I have with my best friend with anyone else- it's like our souls fucked or something

[lovebeing-a-girl]

Aishwarya Rai ❤️

[doyouneeddirection]

Suggest spells to put on my bf so that he starts to hate them

#like i do

[daughterofchaosstuff]

Normalise having a threatening aura but really just being an absolute sweetheart

[vaidehi-raghunatha]

Just a chill guy with his chill wife

[futuretherapoo]

Fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkk!!!!

I want the fanfictions kind of love!!!!!