#ishani talking

[arrangedaccident]

carloscar is so funny bc usually f1 ships are like “their rivalry made them enemies but now they’re falling in love” but with these two there’s no history no previous rivalry they’re enemies that just happen to be f1 drivers

[julesdap]

obsessed with this difference between the actual episode 34 transcript and the original casting call sample for elgin, posted way way back before season 3 had even recorded. putting it under the cut for possible future tsv 3 episode spoilers

why, why did they change it. i think it's likely that this possibility - this necessity - might not have even occurred to elgin yet. or that she's keeping it to herself for now, not even trusting hayward enough to let him know. i think it'll definitely be easier said than done - the woundtree already has its own fanatics, and as paige mentioned at the end of that episode, the most effective way to kill a god is to kill all its followers.

i think it's a fucking breathtaking line though and i hope elgin gets the chance to say it later in the season.

[w0rmdahl]

ok but can i ask why commas are so addicting? i'm over here connecting 3 separate but related ideas together bitch!!! i'm doing it 6 times in a row and i can't stop!!! i will get this mfer written whether it takes 36,000 commas or not!!!

(also another way of saying; rip is working on an upcoming monkey man piece rn and having great enrichment time)

[18shadesofmay]

another ask because im annoying and i love making friends and not giving them a single second to breathe but am introverted enough to keep off the DMs (unless approached first, wink wink.) :

if max verstappen wasn't such a menace to society (love him, though) which f1 driver would be taking home the chinese grand prix win? and why is it charles leclerc if ferrari wasn't an ass?

(i saw you reblog a f1 post and am currently praying to god you're interested in overpriced uncomfortable cars going vroom vroom in weird shaped circles.)

KEEP EM COMING i absoultely love this. human interaction. this is basically much needed rehearsal for real life situations.

YES i'm totally into f1. and you are too, i've observed, CRAZY good coincidence :)

alright, so whatever i'm going to say here, is going to be primarily based on what i've seen in quali and the sprint, but also i do expect the general pattern of this season to continue. at least until monaco or silverstone or spa.

as the son of a part-time f1 elitist, i must say i'm praying to all gods, even those who don't exist, that alonso performs. as a fan of the sport in general, i can't write a prediction post and not say that. the guy is still legendary. we saw that today.

that said, taking the recent and not-so-recent past into account, my expectations are different. unfortunately what i want to happen and what i think will happen are alag alag:

it's a battle for third place, basically. and THAT battle i'd love alonso to win, of course. but he's been showing signs of exhaustion in the final third of the race, and i'm not very optimistic this time round either. top performer, but i think he'll lose pace in the ultimate moments.

q3 today was that one scene in finding nemo where all the seagulls say "MINE MINE MINE MINE" for the fish except the fish is P2. gave me hope. there is chaos. there is excitement. checo will finish P2 though.

stroll was doing so well in the beginning, he was like 0.2 off of fernando at one point, iirc. of course, this isn't a podium shout but im going to keep an eye on lance, he looks exciting. impressive drive from bottas, btw. and nico. i have a soft spot for hulky.

let's address the elephant in the room, yeah? what the fuck was that from ferrari. as a self-aware ferrari fan, i'll cut this off before it turns into a rant, but i was optimistic about our chances in the sprint format. ANYWAY (youre welcome)

alonso got a 10 second penalty for his incident with sainz. if you go watch what actually happened, it's SO clearly excessive from the stewards.

okay so FINALLY, i talked a whole lot about nando and my THOUGHTS on the gp but didn't actually answer your question lmao. sorry for nerding out DAMN that's a big paragraph.

i think if max wasn't a maniac, we'd hear a lot more talk about lando. who will WIN the chinese gp if not for max? i'm sorry to be boring but honestly, checo.

the guy is consistent, no doubt about that. but the reason i say checo is (apart from the OBVIOUS monster car) his mentality and the way the season's shaping up for him. he's obviously confident, but also his greatest rival for the driver's standings, his PARTNER, is max. when you have that kind of competition, you're automatically a better you.

feel sorry for lewis.

god, i should shut up now.

[ichimakesart]

First Hellish Rebuke

The stone deserved it.

@raceofhearts got me inspired while talking about raising tieflings.

Ishani and Chiora belong to @raceofhearts

Malik - the boy is mine.

[monkeymanproductions]

We've got another casting announcement for you today with Ishani Kanetkar as Frederick! 🐈 Frederick is just an ordinary, everyday, tortoiseshell cat of average size, who can talk and has found their way to another world. They've got some very fun scenes that we cannot wait to share with you this season!

[random-marvel-kid]

*hugs him from behind and tucks her face into the crook of his neck* My love? May I ask you something?

@ishani-khera

*turns around and hugs her too* If it's about the girl you're talking to I ready know

[nyxe-dragonetti]

Here's my bio, if that's what you're looking for.

First things first.

Name:

Dragonetti, Nyxe

Pronouns:

They/them/theirs

Skills/Abilities:

Healing

Alchemy

Magic

Multilingualism

Cello

Birthday:

September 1 (age 20)

Myers-Briggs Personality:

INTJ

Hey. The name's Nyxe (pronounced "Nix"). I'm kinda what they call "nomadic healer" I guess. I'll be stoppin' by here and there once in a while. I'm up for meeting anyone nice if they're up for it. I keep a journal of my travels and stuff, so I got stories to share.

I grew up with my little brother, Galen, for a while. He was my best friend and more, but he died of a disease nobody could cure when I was eight. Roughest time of my life, so I became a healer. If you need any help, let me know. I'll be around.

For anybody who's interested, I take apprentices

Languages:

English

Spanish

French

Vietnamese

Japanese

Latin

Elvish (for fun I guess)

Apprentices:

None (at the moment. Ask me if you're interested)

Training:

Studied under the local healer for a while

Mostly self-taught. Read books, watched other people, whatever.

Friends:

@thebolter1904

@goddess-of-birds

@yeahimdarcy

@ireallyliketacosokay

@ishani-khera

Partner:

Single pringle lollll

Likes:

Tea, especially with milk and a little sugar

Lavender

Cello sonatas

Owls

Fantasy novels

Dislikes:

Bananas

Sesame (I'm allergic)

Cello minuets

Hot pink

Cracky, dry, hard dirt

Blog rules:

No NSFW

Be nice

No racism, homophobia, whatever.

Cursing is allowed to some extent, but don't slur

Just... use your common sense, okay guys?

// This here means "out of character". Yes, this is the mod [ @makuyi13 ] here talking. Hello. As you may or may not know, this is an R.P. blog. Feel free to interact with Nyxe or me! We'd be happy to respond :)

// DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical professional, so don't take it from me (or Nyxe).

// Credit to @cafekitsune for these lovely dividers, and @lucegoose-the-second for the header thing.

[blackboxwcrning]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @iridcscentmvscs FT. JAI & ISHANI

he'd seen a lot of people, especially during his time in the military when he'd gone overseas. not only had seen a lot of people but he'd seen a lot of things that he didn't talk about outside of the four walls of his therapist's office, one he had to find a replacement for since he decided on picking up and moving to north carolina in attempt to start over. even with the amount of people he'd seen, he couldn't help but feel as though he knew the girl seated next to him at the cafe. her face was so familiar and even so, he couldn't quite put his finger one where the hell he knew her from. so, instead of continuing to stare at her, he leaned forward. "excuse me," he started, dark eyes landing on her face, "i just moved here but i can't help but think i know know you from somewhere..."

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 13th August ✨

Happy #AudioDramaSunday, lovely people! I’ve listened to so much audio drama this week and my house is so clean as a result 🫧 

SPOILERS BELOW!

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods Starcrossed Gods!! I felt so brave daring to listen to this again. My heart 💔 Marolmar is written so well! Every sentence contains something to flinch at, it makes me sick to hear it all again. I’d also repressed the memory of how gut-wrenching Nikignik’s shouting at the end was, and how much it hurts to hear people trying to sing with a closed up throat. ANYWAY, I’m fine, thank you for asking. I’m not sure if the live show was released early due to logistical reasons, but I am fearful that it’s to provide context for what’s about to happen in the regular episodes (AKA tears and tears and tears for me). 

🦀 What an absolute delight to hear from the @thesiltverses cast again! These season recaps are so funny and it’s so heart warming to hear it when the cast of a show are clearly also its biggest fans. I’m SO excited for S3!!

🦮 @malevolentcast (34) what an episode!! If I recall correctly, this is the first time we’ve had an episode entirely without Arthur & John’s perspective? The Butcher is a worthy character to hold that mantle. Do I feel like I understand him more? No. Did I love being along for the ride? Absolutely. It’s also so weird to hear Arthur talking to John out loud when he thinks no-one can hear. I hope he makes it out in time! 

📻 @monstrousagonies (107) So thrilled to have this show back and I hope Hero is feeling much better! The first letter was so cute!! I’m sure there are lots of us who can relate to choosing love and kindness when we’re used to the opposite! Whichever bridge that little one finds, I’m sure it’ll be the loveliest by far!! 

🌒 @monkeymanproductions gave us the low-down on just how incredibly talented the Moonbase Theta, Out cast are in their Cast Special. Spoiler: Very. It was very wholesome to hear DJ Sylvis hyping everyone up and the episode is full of great AD and other recommendations! 

🎙Welcome to Night Vale is back!! I felt particularly targeted by the ad copy in this episode, but I’m sure that was their intention! This ep’s weather was particularly up my street too! I loved the harmonies! 

🎞 Tiny Terrors OOF hey so I found out what was up with Angela… and I didn’t like it one bit! I also need to know what the hell was happening at the end there. Jess, girl, you’ve got to stop getting yourself in these situations. It’s too much (for me to listen to)! 

🌍 @lastechoespod (8) I can’t believe it’s the last episode! Ishani Kanetkar was wonderful as Trast. I wish we could hear the final decision, but I guess I’ll just have to relisten and try decide for myself . . . 

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula Uhoh, someone’s arrived in Whitby . . . I love Mina so much and Isabel AdomakohYoung is doing amazing job as her VA. She captures the good-hearted intelligence I love so much about the character!

 💫 Wolf 359 (38-46 + Special!) Oh MAN this podcast has my entire heart. Isn’t Memoria one of the best episodes of anything ever? Oh, Hera, I love you sooo much!!!!! I also loved the Lovelace cliffhanger at the end of 46 and the special was so different but so good! (Although listening to 2 hours of anything is a challenge!! I need a 20-30 min ep or I can’t fit it into my life) 

🎩 @ethicstownpod (7) OH MY GOD. January fans are looking a little bit bloody silly right now! What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On???? Please, if you haven’t yet started listening to this show, now is your time! It’s SO good and has so many twists and turns!! 

🥾@doyoucopypod (5) oh my GOD, imagine how horrifying it would be to be out in the woods to grieve your partner, only to hear their voice in the middle of the night. Nope. Absolutely not. Get out of the dead zone!! Wilson remains the goodest boy, even if his growls give me goosebumps! 

🎧 In this week’s The First Episode Of, W Keith Tims talks to the creator of Untrue Stories! These interviews are always fantastic and this show sounds so interesting for fans of sci-fi!! 

Thanks for reading! I’m so excited for more Regina Prime and to catch up with happenings in the Hallowoods next week! Hope you all have a restful weekend ✨

[arrangedaccident]

seeing as it seems pretty clear that logan won’t get a contract extension by the end of the season unless he can start finishing ahead of alex i hope he just gets wildly reckless with his racing for the rest of the season. he either pulls off a miracle with risky decision making (good drama) or costs millions in damage to a team that wasn’t going to sign him anyway (also good drama)

[secretly-larry-daley]

Planes phantom of the opera au, but it throws gender roles out the window. The Prima Donna? Yeah, that’s Ripslinger. The phantom? Ishani. Women can be creepy phantoms simping for men in dresses too.

Dusty and Siddeley are Christine and Raoul because— well come on now, this is me talking here.

I want either Blade and Maru be the opera house owners or Chug and Sparky. Can’t decide on that.

… yeah I’ve gone crazy /pos

[w0rmdahl]

the ring girl — MM

gif ©: magnusedom, mkayoung, ayoedebiris

film: monkey man (2024)

synopsis: tiger's temple never had a ring girl, nor one as straightforward as their first would turn out to be. however, unbeknownst to anyone who'd interacted with her in the workplace, she was no mere ring girl — at least she wouldn't be by the end.

word count: 3.7k

featuring: kid, (oc) ishani, tiger

warnings: (it's monkey man be fr) strong language, misogynistic themes

a/n: pssst! this was originally just an outline for me (similar to 'the beginning' for ilyily) but i wanted to provide backstory b4 i posted anything else for MM! hope you enjoy :)

he remembered the first time he saw her; the black sheep with her head down as she entered the locker room of the arena, a meager woman compared to the grimy crowd of men housed inside. like a lamb in the lions' den — or tiger's temple, perhaps — eyes would begin to collect on the anomaly in the room and people started to further notice the oddities of the situation, including himself as he peeled off the signature monkey mask. without the latex obstructing his view kid could now see the substantial gashes and bruises along her skin, the determination in her eyes as she walked herself right up to his boss, jaw clenching once he'd noticed her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

"you're tiger, is that right?"

the greasy-haired man sneered. "and who the fuck are you?"

kid would slam his locker shut from his place across the room and, though he was all ready to go and rest for the night, he'd linger around to keep an eye on tiger whilst he spoke with the willful woman peering up at him through narrowed eyes.

"you need a ring girl." she said simply — matter-of-fact. "i need a job. maybe we could work something out."

tiger's face would screw up into a look of disbelief as he glanced around the audience surrounding to see the commotion, a mixed reaction from the crowd bringing his attention back to her. he'd mirror her folded arms and cocked brow before responding half as professional and twice as patronizing, utterly unsuspecting of the girls' smile that would follow.

"we don't need a ring girl."

the dark-haired woman almost chuckled. "course you do; why do you think ring girls exist?"

tiger now actually took a moment to ponder her query — the first, not the second. the second was obvious. but that was exactly why he paused; this random girl off the street was opting to be ogled at in a bad part of town just for a job. who knows, maybe it could even bring in new audience members — but his wildest ideas more focused on the limitations of her willingness. how far would she be willing to go for money?

a cagy smile would curl the boss's bitten lips before he laughed and swiped a misplaced hair behind his ear. "you..." he trailed off and shook the deceit from his thoughts, "you've got yourself a deal, there. come back tomorrow at 4 and we'll talk details."

she'd offer a mere nod before beginning to turn, halted by tiger's voice booming off the tile flooring once more. "wait! what the fuck is your name?" the woman casted her sharp gaze over her shoulder when the pseudonym left her mouth.

"ishani."

tiger would then be abandoned to stew in his suspicion about her as she exited the same way she came, leaving the room to erupt in conversations left utterly unheard by kid who'd exited out the back door as soon as ishani was out of sight. by the time he laid down with his eyes on the ceiling fan, the occurrences of the day wholly left his mind, replaced with the abrasive memories that kept his eyes open until the sun rose. and then, just like every day, he would return to the ring once more to be beaten until the crowd was happy — the only difference being the new ring girl wearing half as many clothes as when he'd last seen her and a smile that didn't convince the monkey man one bit.

the months that followed ishani's arrival took some adjusting to get used to. matches changed, payment changed, tiger changed. at first it was just getting used to a woman being in the building — especially one dressed the way ring girls did. the other men were like starved dogs in overheard conversations that had him keeping a closer eye on them — to the point that he began noticing each and every snide comment that accused of 'not belonging' and weird notes left from a 'secret admirer' on her mirror. it was all tough to stomach even for him so he couldn't begin to imagine how she felt walking home at night.

but then it was the audience that changed. sure, she was booed here and there at the beginning in favor of the actual fighting they'd come to bet on, but after a while she started gaining traction. there were men who'd come only to cheer when she stepped into the ring with that stupid sign, eagerly waiting by the back door until her shift was over to ask for her number or who to bet on next. there was even an incident where a sold-out show for two unpopular fighters was terminated early due to the absence of life in the crowd when ishani wasn't visible, but the important detail to tiger hadn't been the lack of enthusiasm for the actual fight, it was the attention and money he made without the fight.

the locker room became a slaughterhouse by the time tiger started favoring ishani. talks of how 'desirable' she was turned into how pesky she was, perverted smooches turned into arrogant scoffs, and all the while ishani remained totally uninterested in it all. she kept her head down and did what she had to do, which often entailed skimpier outfits than typical or (objectively worse) humoring the sweaty patrons for 900 rupees an hour. either way, she continuously endured the bitter tasks put forth day by day without ever making a fuss until finally, on an evening as regular as any other, she seemed to snap.

it came after an apparently tough day when she walked into the building with her hair tied in a rat's nest at the top of her head and dark circles under her eyes to emphasize the frown creased besides her nostrils. tiger had begun calling out to her as she swung open the door to her personal storage closet and, without uttering a word, slammed the door shut behind her. the peeved man would then look around to see if anyone else had witnessed this variation in her demeanor, naive to the eyes behind the monkey mask watching his every move under a microscope.

she was sour from that point on, the perpetual scornful knitting of her brows evident to anyone who cared to look from the beginning of her shift until the very end. she'd kept her mouth sewn shut the entire day even when tiger called her over before she could change and grab her stuff to leave the vile workplace — even when he'd asked her to 'have a drink' with a customer for another hour — even when said customer spilt his drink down her front. only when kid noticed the grubby hand on her thigh creeping inward did ishani finally release whatever had been caught on her tongue all day, her own drink now being thrown in his face.

"fuck off you worthless pig! keep your dirty dick in your pants and leave me the fuck alone!"

any and all conversations from lingering individuals in the vicinity would cease entirely upon hearing the howl released from the formerly well-mannered ring girl. caught in the sights of her boss and coworker for two entirely different reasons, ishani shot up from her seat to storm off from the man at the table, called after only by tiger as she made her way toward the locker rooms.

"ishani!"

she didn't even glance back at him, continuing her way out of the central arena to leave the bewildered audience behind as she disappeared into the employee-only section of the building. kid would catch himself rushing through any leftover tasks before he could go home with ishani in the forefront of his mind, holding on to the hope that he could run into her before she'd left and offer some sympathy for her day — only to find the locker room entirely empty when he grabbed his bag. with the release of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, he'd opt instead to simply keep an eye on her tomorrow and make sure she was alright, stepping out the back door with slumped, aching shoulders.

— and then, as he took in a deep breath of the fresh air on the second step, his eyes would be quicker than his mind to notice the figure in his peripheral. by the time he recognized her, ishani's attention was already on him, sitting slumped against the brick wall with a quirked brow at the lanky man on the eroding staircase.

finally, after months of mutual intrigue and accidental eye contact with the other who seemed to be watching when they weren't looking, kid and ishani would interact for the first time with a comfortable breeze between them and hushed voices under the twinkling stars.

"are you okay?" he'd asked sincerely. the wind brushed her hair from her cheeks as she replied, "yeah. all good." and yet, he could've sworn he'd noticed a glum cadence in her words.

"do you want me to call a taxi?"

"it's alright, but thank you." she produced a small smile identical to the other sad grins presented throughout the day. "just waiting for him to go home before i leave."

him — the man at the bar. kid was already leaning on his heel to turn back inside. "i can tell him to leave." he could almost see the rain clouds looming over her head begin to part as her downturned smile grew brighter, unalloyed while her shoulders straightened out.

"i'd appreciate that."

she spoke with the gratitude obvious in her sparkling eyes, and so, with the simple nod of his head, kid would then head back inside to oblige. he'd even go as far as to exit out the front door for his walk home just to make sure the perverse man didn't turn back around, all the while contemplating his limited interactions with the ring girl. unbeknownst to him, this decision would finally grace ishani with the first real smile she'd experienced in a long while, one that remained imprinted all the way home as if to remind herself how to do it.

the days following this incident would proceed as normal if not for the instances when their eyes caught from across the room once more, a different kind of smile on her lips than the one he’d grown used to. it caught him totally off guard the first time and left him utterly unsure of how to react or respond before she was whisked away by tiger to fulfill another duty in the day. however, by the second honest smile kid had become certain this wasn't just a fluke, mustering the courage and the will to push through the throbbing in his jaw as he replicated her grin. it wasn't nearly as genuine or convincing as ishani's, but it was there, and that's all that really mattered in her eyes.

day by day, little by little, kid and ishani's smile-laced glances would grow friendlier and friendlier despite their lack of communication — even getting to the point where others had begun to notice.

"making after work plans, there, kong?" cobra would snicker as he took a step closer to the beast on the other side of the ring.

"stop talking and hit me."

it wasn't until a little over two weeks after they'd spoken that ishani and the monkey man would be in contact with one another again, finding themselves interacting once more due to a complex work situation;

he was waiting against the wall of tiger’s perpetually locked office door when he’d noticed her enter the locker room — practically barging through the greasy guys with hands balled into fists as she walked right past him and up to tiger's office. she'd knock with heavy knuckles against the chipped oil paint and, after a brief pause, the door would swing open to reveal their hasty-looking employer with an astounded and somewhat irritated expression on his face.

"ishani," tiger hummed with condescension weaved in his tone "i don't suppose this could wait."

she stood her ground with a simple "no," replicating his low octave but without the distain present in her vocal cords. kid swore he could still sense it.

“alright,” their boss sighed and pulled the door open further to let her in. “grab a seat.”

before entering ishani would promptly glance over at the bloody man leaned into the wall beside her, a look of what he could only describe as sympathy creasing her features. this puzzling gesture urged him now to respond the only way he could — the only way they did — and earned her a comforting smile as she started to head inside. the minuscule flash of her grin appeared on her lips for only a second before she then disappeared from his view, completely failing to close the door behind her.

the monkey man wasted only a moment on internal debate before deciding to inch closer to the doorway and listen in, back pressed flat to the wall and eyes forward while he overheard their conversation. she must've left the door open for a reason, right?

"it's like i've told you before,” tiger spoke in an annoyed grumble “that isn't how business works, and that isn't how this is going to work — if it did work like that i'd be the richest person in the world tomorrow, but unfortunately company comes before personnel."

"all i'm asking is for you to stick to your word. i don't expect any favors. just respect."

"respect?" he asks with an exasperated thinness, a scoff caught in his throat. "respect you?"

ishani, on the other hand, is surprisingly calm despite her previous demeanor. “would you break a promise with someone you respect?” tiger finally scoffs.

“what promise, ishani? i never promise anything to anyone — especially not the ring girl with a fake name who prances around for money.”

kid can almost hear the smirk in her voice. “the ring girl whose made you an extra few thousand rupees every night? s’that the one you’re talking about? — because if so, that’s even more of a reason to keep your word.”

there is a beat before tigers response that left the eavesdropping man outside to ponder his own theories of what he was doing during this time. maybe he was pushing his tongue in his cheek to keep his big mouth from saying something he shouldn’t. maybe he was brushing his hair behind his ears as the thought of a cool and collected response. maybe —

“i don’t give hand-outs, ishani.”

on the contrary to his mulling, her answer was immediate. “that is such bullshit, man! you rig every match! how am i asking too much when you make me to stay late every night just to laugh at some sweaty guys' jokes? not to mention the other things you beg me to do. and yet i never complain and i never whine — which is why i asked you last week for my pay today. i need that money today, tiger.”

kids brows would furrow upon hearing this new information. he knew tiger did things under the table, of course, everyone did! most matches were rigged and he did ask ishani to sit with some overzealous customer just about every night, however her emphasis on other things caught his full attention, the implications nearly baring his teeth.

"i can't give you your pay tonight. best i can do is friday."

"friday?" ishani repeats, her volume raised higher than before "it's tuesday, tiger — how am i going to eat tonight? how will i wash my clothes tomorrow? what am i supposed to do until friday?"

"honestly, i don't know, but i believe you'll figure it out. now, i have somewhere to be, so i will see you tomorrow." tiger's annoyance is now outwardly apparent in his voice.

"that's it? i should just go fuck myself then?"

"if that's what you wish to call it, sure; go fuck yourself — now get out of my office."

from around the corner kid can hear a chair screeching as its legs skid against the ground before landing with a thud. then, ishani's swift but heavy footsteps, her face beet red as she exited the office in the same manner as she had arrived. and before kid even has the chance to do or say anything, tiger is peeking his head out to see who else had been looming around to speak with him.

"you come to make demands, too?"

make demands. he noted tiger's verbiage before shaking his head.

"all right, let's get this over with."

kid would almost hobble out the back door for a cigarette after his match when he’d noticed ishani already two steps ahead, mid-drag as she looked over to see who'd stumbled into her alone time. of course it was the monkey man — who else? she exhaled the smoke before speaking.

"i always feel sorry for kong. looks painful."

her voice seemed so much softer when directed at him, though maybe that was just the foreignness of them actually speaking to one another. kid took a moment to respond while restraining a wince from the shift in weight as he worked down the second step. “don't feel sorry, kong's 'the beast.'" ishani shifted to face him when he arrived at the third.

"is he, though? or is that just how he's made out to be?"

kid would have to pause once more in order to work through what she was saying — what the true meaning was hidden in the ambiguity — and more importantly what he was going to say back. he’d watch her take another drag with her eyes fixed on him, finally making it down to the final step before deciding to mirror her intentional vagueness. “does it matter by this point?”

the warm twinkle in her eyes ran cold upon hearing this response, now more of a troubled glint as she pulled her gaze from his silhouette trudging to lean against the brick. from her peripheral she could see him fishing for something in his pockets and her own free hand would subconsciously slip into hers, the other bringing the menthol back to her lips. “i think so…” she’d trail off, and for a moment, that was that.

and then he was the one to suddenly speak, his tone barely over a whisper after a long exhale of billowing smoke. “can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“why’d you leave the door open?”

a deceitful smirk graced her lips as she took another drag in what he assumed was an act to postpone her answer. “because.” ishani hummed lowly, “i didn’t want you to think i was soft.”

this took him aback entirely. of all hypotheses he had conjured up over the last two hours to explain her varying demeanor, this was not one of them, didn't even make the list. kid's adams apple bobbed while he swallowed the hesitance in his vocal cords, her gaze returning to his just in time to catch this quirk.

"i don't."

the warmth in her eyes would return again after these words left his mouth, and though she would only smile in that sincere manner she had revealed all those days ago, it felt as though she wanted to say something; the corners of her lips twitching as her eyes flicked between his. how awfully he wished to hear it — her thoughts on his rare transparency — but ishani would remain utterly silent with the grin on her face fighting to show teeth. kid would grow timid quickly under the pressure of her gaze and silence, unintentionally prodding him to abruptly blurt out what he'd been poring over since the moment he'd left tiger's office.

“do you know ‘kings?’ the elite club in uptown mumbai?”

ishani’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “no, i don’t think so.”

“well…” he took a breath in an attempt to navigate how to go about this, each explanation coming off worse and worse. he looked off to the skyline. “all the wealthy businessmen go there to pay for girls to laugh at their shitty jokes. if anyone could do it..."

there was a beat before her response that left kid out in the cold for the few milliseconds it took her to find what to say, the anxiety in his chest rising until an entirely unfamiliar sound eased his swirling worries, light and harmonious in the night chirping with crickets. he'd glance back over at ishani to find her restraining the giggles emitting from her throat with her pointer on her lips, eyes now looking back up at him as she smiled.

"you trying to pimp me out?"

her apparent delight would grow along with her grin as she watched his face flush with the unsure and somewhat nervous chuckles falling from his split lips. "that is what it sounds like, huh?" he'd look away to ash the dwindling cigarette between his trembling fingers "just wanna help, is all. promise."

ishani turned towards him even more now, inadvertently catching his full and undivided attention, though she simply pressed the butt of her dead cigarette into the brick. "see?" she spoke sweetly — knowingly as she took half a step toward the back door with a vivid twinkle in her eye, "kong's not as bad as people make him out to be."

and with that, she turned, filter in hand as she monitored him all the way to the back door. with her fingertips grazing the rusted handle ishani would offer one last salute towards the monkey man before finally heading back inside, leaving him alone against the brick to ponder their interactions once more. the absence of her response had his suspicion snowballing on how she'd taken the offer and, with another puff of tobacco, kid found himself accepting her subtle rejection.

— so imagine his shock the next day when he'd exited the kings' kitchen for a breath of fresh air only to find ishani doing the same.

"hey," she'd smile, a familiar glow in her gaze on the dumbfounded man "funny seeing you here."

[mochigobrrrrrrr]

…at the edge of infinity…

I rarely talk about the other portion of my story, but Qin later on in life (or lives) becomes something of a demi god. His domain is shared with their beloved, Keter, the Crown. After every lifetime, they spend a rest period in their garden or on the edge of infinity, where the world tree is. It's here where Keter and Qin can rest and plant their memories in the form of flowers. Carrying memories after thousands of years would, more or less, not be very good, as it can overwhelm and become a burden. So, they plant both good and bad memories here. Only the ones they hold dear can they choose to carry with them forever. The ones Qin carries mostly come from his first mortal life.

Certain memories that are important to the pair can grow into bigger plants. One of the most treasured things in their garden is the life tree with Rajani and Qin's memories together, holding precious moments like their first daughters. It would without a doubt be Qin's favorite plant there, as he spends almost every cycle there sleeping under the tree with either his beloved or the souls of his first two children, Kashvi and Ishani.

[thevoicefromthestars]

sometimes you (i) get to the point where you (i) don’t feel like there’s any point in trying because you (i) will never be good at anything ever again, but:

1) that voice is a LIAR, because you - yes, you - contain multitudes and

2) at least one of those parts of yourself is a badass!!! it has survived every misery the universe has ever thrown at you, and like hell is this going to be the thing that breaks you!!!

this has been self-talk with ishani, please go drink a water, eat a snack, take your meds, and rescue your laundry <3

[apothecaryscript]

Maomao no Hitorigoto Episode 6 : Things They Can’t Eat / 猫猫のひとりごと　第6話　『食べられないもの(Taberare-nai Mono)』

Please note that the English lines are just my translations.

猫猫「食べられない物…、毒見役をもすり抜ける毒になるということか…」

Maomao “Taberare-nai mono…, dokumi-yaku-omo suri-nukeru dokuni naruto iu-kotoka…”

Maomao “Things they can’t eat… It means they become poisons that can even pass through tasting for poisons...”

猫猫「ここで、猫猫の豆知識。『食べられないもの』以外でも、鮮度の落ちた魚を食べると蕁麻疹(じんましん)が出ることもあるらしい。異常がある場合、自己判断せずすぐに医者に診てもらうのが英断だろう」

Maomao “Kokode, Maomaono mame-chishiki. ‘Taberare-nai mono’igai-demo, sendono ochita sakana’o taberuto jin-mashinga deru-kotomo aru rashii. Ijoga aru baai, jiko-handan-sezu suguni ishani mite-morau-noga eidan daro.”

Maomao “Here’s Maomao’s bits of knowledge. In addition to ‘things they can’t eat’, it seems that eating stale fish can also cause hives. If you notice anything abnormal, it’s best to see a doctor right away rather than self-diagnosing.”

猫猫「しかし、なぜ里樹妃が狙われたんだ？…それにしても、美味しい毒だったなぁ…！」

Maomao “Shikashi, naze Rishu-higa nerawaretanda? …Soreni-shitemo, oishii doku dattanaa…!”

Maomao “But why was Concubine Lishu targeted? …Anyway, it was a delicious poison…!”

壬氏「…まだニヤニヤと…。全部吐き出し切れなかったか」

Jinshi “…Mada niya-niyato… Zenbu hakidashi-kire-nakattaka.”

Jinshi “…Still grinning… I guess she hasn’t gotten it all out yet.”

猫猫「ハッ！思えば、後宮に来て初めてありつけた毒だ。忘れないように…んんん…」

Maomao “Ha! Omoeba, kokyuni kite hajimete aritsuketa dokuda. Wasure-nai-yoni… Nnn…”

Maomao “Now that I think about it, this was the first poison I encountered since coming to the rear palace. I’ll try not to forget… Hmm…”

壬氏「もう一度、医務室に行くぞ。あっ…あ…誰にもらったんだ…！？…まさか、今ニヤけているのは…！」

Jinshi “Mo-ichido, imushitsuni ikuzo. A…A…Dareni morattanda…!? …Masaka, ima niyakete-iru-nowa…!”

Jinshi “We’re going to the medical room again. Ah…Who gave them to her…? Don’t tell me…the reason why she’s grinning right now is…!”

猫猫「んんん…変色や匂いは無かった…」

Maomao “Nnn… Henshokuya nioiwa nakatta…”

Maomao “Hmm… There was no discoloration or smell…”

壬氏「文(��み)か？誰かに文を書いているのか？」

Jinshi “Fumika? Darekani fumi’o kaite-iru-noka?”

Jinshi “A letter? Is she writing a letter to someone?”

猫猫「はぁぁ…そういえば、とても柔らかかったぁ」

Maomao “Haaa… So-ieba, totemo yawaraka-kattaa.”

Maomao “Ahh… Come to think of it, it was really soft.”

壬氏「や、柔らか…！い、一体、何の話を…！んんっ、んっ。んんっ、んっ」

Jinshi “Ya, Yawaraka…! I, Ittai, nanno hanashi’o…! Nn, N. Nn, N.”

Jinshi “S-Soft…! What on earth is she talking about…? Hmm, hmm. Hmm, hmm.”

猫猫「あ？何をされているのですか？」

Maomao “A? Nani’o sarete iruno-desuka?”

Maomao “What are you doing?”

壬氏「うっ」

Jinshi “U.”

Jinshi “Ugh.”

猫猫「次回、『里帰り』。李白様に急接近？」

Maomao “Jikai, ‘Sato-Gaeri.’ Rihaku-samani kyu-sekkin?”

Maomao “Next episode, ‘Homecoming.’ Suddenly getting closer to Master Lihaku?”

壬氏「今何て言った！？」

Jinshi “Ima nante itta!?”

Jinshi “What did you just say!?”

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医者に診てもらう(いしゃにみてもらう/Ishani mite-morau): see a doctor

<～してもらう: する(do) + もらう(get, to be given)>

In Japanese, we use “～してもらう” when we ask someone else to do something for us. This usage includes our appreciation to others who kindly take time and effort to do something for us, regardless of the fact that it’s their job or we’re paying for it.

Ex) 私は夕食を作るのを、母に手伝ってもらった。（わたしはゆうしょくをつくるのを、ははにてつだってもらった/Watashiwa yushoku’o tsukuruno’o, hahani tetsudatte-moratta.）; I asked my mother to help me cook dinner.

(Strictly speaking, it’s not clear if I asked or not. Most likely I asked, but perhaps she helped me of her own will. Anyway what is important is that “～してもらう” has a meaning of appreciation for the kindness, and it’s completely different from “～させる” which means forcing someone to do something.)

<～してあげる: する(do) + あげる(give)>

On the contrary, when we do something for someone else, we can say “～してあげる”, but it’s a bit intrusive because it has the nuance of purposefully spending our time and effort on behalf of someone else and also expecting someone to thank us.

 Ex) Shall I help you cook dinner?

Ex.1) 夕食を作るのを手伝ってあげようか？(ゆうしょくをつくるのをてつだってあげようか？/Yushoku’o tsukuruno’o tetsudatte ageyoka?) ←a little intrusive

Ex.2) 夕食を作るのを手伝おうか？（ゆうしょくをつくるのをてつだおうか？/Yushoku’o tsukuruno’o tetsudaoka?）←not intrusive, just trying to help someone.

<～してく��る: する(do) + くれる(give)>

There is one more word, “してくれる”. It means that someone do something for us, and the subject is someone, not us.

 Ex) 母は私が夕食を作るのを手伝ってくれた。(はははわたしがゆうしょくをつくるのをてつだってくれた/Hahawa watashiga yushoku’o tsukuruno’o tetsudatte-kureta.); My mother helped me cook dinner. (In this case, it’s not clear if I asked my mother for a help, or she helped me of her own will.)

まさか(Masaka): No way, It can’t be…, Don’t tell me…, We say まさか… when something unbelievable or something we don’t want to happen is happening, or when we completely deny what we were told.

文(ふみ/Fumi): Old and classical way of saying “a letter”. Today, normally we call a letter “手紙(てがみ/tegami)”, and we read 文 as “bun” which means “sentences”.

アレルギー(Arerugī): allergy

Although we also use the same word “allergy”, our Japanese pronunciation is different and we may not understand if you say “allergy” with natural pronunciation of English.

If you are allergic to some foods and want to tell the staff at the restaurant in Japan, it’s the best to show some written text of “アレルギー(in Katakana)” and “the foods name(in Japanese)”, so that every Japanese can get it without fail.