#onian

[convoluted-development]

Concept sketches of mostly 3rd gen lore/ocs

[chrisrin]

was super inspired by onian's take on gemcyt!cleo (specifically the choice of a rainforest jasper)--so i tried my own hand at a design with it!

[the-way-astray]

Stria continued to walk down the street. She was trying to get back to her house. It was getting late in the day, and she wanted to be home before dark.

However, she wasn't paying attention as to where she was going. She only dazed out of lala land when she accid ran into somebody.

She was about to apologize, but the words died on her tongue when she saw who she ran into. He had tousled blonde hair and ice of almost ice.

Blush ran across her cheeks.

"Sorry," the guy whispered.

"Oh, no," she insisted. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking."

She studied him further. He looked like he hadn't slept. He had his voice low when he spoke to her. Was everything alright?

She held out her hand. "I'm Stria," she introduced herself.

The boy returned the handshake. "Keefe." His voice was still soft.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally asked, "Is everything alright? You look worried about something."

Keefe shrugged. "Just... hectic right now. I'm having a hard time finding somewhere to stay."

"Oh."

What was she supposed to do? Leave him there.

"Follow me," she told him. "You can crash on my couch."

Part 2? 👀

this is so wattpad-onian. why.

"Stria continued to walk down the street. She was trying to get back to her house. It was getting late in the day, and she wanted to be home before dark."

clearly this is a snippet of a greater work, because i am "continu[ing]" to walk down the street. i'm intrigued. where am i walking from?

"However, she wasn't paying attention as to where she was going. She only dazed out of lala land when she accid ran into somebody."

okay this part is pretty accurate to me. i'm the sort of person to get stuck in my own head when i'm walking between familiar places. i think this is why people accuse me of having a thousand yard dead-looking stare.

"She was about to apologize, but the words died on her tongue when she saw who she ran into. He had tousled blonde hair and ice of almost ice."

not accurate to real life me! my apologies are instantaneous when i run into someone. like pressing a button (running into someone) that causes an immediate reaction (saying sorry). i also put my hand up like a stop sign in apology. also i'm horrible with not only eye contact, but also even looking at a person's top half in general. i'm a knee-starer. true story: i once worked with a woman almost everyday and six months in i couldn't tell you her hair or eye color. it's that bad. so it's very likely i wouldn't even notice how hot keefe is, unless he has some spectacularly good-looking knees. this is where the y/n-ness officially begins. also i'm not sophie who can tell us the fucking hex code of everyone's eyes. i would literally just notice his eyes were blue and that's it (if i looked into them, which i would not). also i don't really use the word "tousled". "messy" is more accurate.

"Blush ran across her cheeks."

i don't blush. okay, actually that's not true. i don't let my blush show up on my face (yay for brown skin!). and i'm very good at controlling my facial features to keep a blush from showing up that way, too. keefe would not be able to tell in this scenario if i was blushing. but i guess this gets a pass, since you didn't say he did.

"Sorry," the guy whispered. "Oh, no," she insisted. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking."

i don't talk like this. i'm very awkward. it would be more like "sorry . . . i. i didn't. wasn't. run- uh, looking where i was . . . " *trails off out of embarrassment* this happens regardless of who i'm talking to, but mostly with authority figures and strangers. inaccurate once again! also i don't use "oh, no" like this.

"She studied him further. He looked like he hadn't slept. He had his voice low when he spoke to her. Was everything alright?"

i don't know how to identify whether someone has slept or not. i'm terrible at judging people based on appearances in general. and i wouldn't think it was weird that he had his voice low when he talked. i would just think he was awkward, like me. i tend to do that when i feel particularly awkward. and seeing as how i am a stranger to him, it makes sense.

"She held out her hand. "I'm Stria," she introduced herself. The boy returned the handshake. "Keefe." His voice was still soft."

i don't shake hands unless the other person initiates, nor do i offer my name to random strangers without being prompted. this entire interaction would be me running into him, apologizing, and being on my way, realistically speaking.

"After a moment of hesitation, she finally asked, "Is everything alright? You look worried about something." Keefe shrugged. "Just... hectic right now. I'm having a hard time finding somewhere to stay.""

if i had noticed that keefe looked out of the ordinary somehow, i would not make conversation about it. i would be trying to get out of this situation with a stranger as fast as possible. i'm terrible at asking people what they want/using pleasantries/going out of my way to make sure people are okay (trying to be better about it, but yeah). and if i did decide to make conversation about it, i would be so incredibly awkward with that sentence. it would be more like "hey are you like. uh. i mean. are you okay? you look kinda . . . like not weird. i mean. like. worried. you look worried- uh i mean . . . " *trails off as i realize i'm being nosy and also that i don't actually care about this total stranger's life* also why is keefe willing to tell a complete stranger that he's having a hard time finding a place to stay?

""Oh." What was she supposed to do? Leave him there. "Follow me," she told him. "You can crash on my couch.""

if keefe did tell me he's having a hard time finding a place to stay, i cannot even begin to describe the levels of awkward i would reach. personal details from strangers make me a unique sort of uncomfortable, because like, what are you even supposed to say? i would see him as like. subtly asking for a place to stay with me, or feel guilty that i have a place to stay and he doesn't, or think that he hates me because i'm in a better situation than him. and then that would affect the way i spoke to him for the rest of the conversation. and i would try to find a way to politely end this conversation as soon as possible and get away. the last thing i would do is offer my place to a complete and utter stranger. what if he kills me? you guys don't understand the amount of paranoid i am when it comes to stranger danger.

and the terrible grammar/puncuation/spelling/diction/word choice is topping this off for me. so, so wattpad. idk if it was intentional (i assume it was) but. it's so . . . y/n. it oozes bad fanfiction. i assume that was your goal. but also like. why. if you make a part two it might kill me. just so you know.

in conclusion: dni fanfic writers

[blood-orange-juice]

Are you also mildly intrigued by the fact that Istaroth is called Kairos, not Kronos? Storytime and "the right moment between other events" rather than indifferent physical time.

Also from Wikipedia:

In his 1951 etymological studies of the word, Onians traces the primary root back to ancient Greek associations with both archery and weaving. In archery, kairos denotes the moment in which an arrow may be shot with sufficient force to penetrate a target. In weaving, kairos denotes the moment in which the shuttle could be passed through threads on the loom.

Something something loom of fate.

[revenant-coining]

Space Demonym Role Systems

[ IDs in alt text ]

Terran System ( terr- or -rran ): a gender connected to being a [x] terran. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, terran aesthetics, Earth aesthetics, and Earth as a whole.

Jovian System ( jovi- or -vian ): a gender connected to being a [x] jovian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, jovian aesthetics, Jupiter aesthetics, and Jupiter as a whole.

Martian System ( mar- or -tian ): a gender connected to being a [x] martian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, martian aesthetics, Mars aesthetics, and Mars as a whole.

Mercurian System ( merc- or -urian ): a gender connected to being a [x] mercurian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, mercurian aesthetics, Mercury aesthetics, and Mercury as a whole.

Neptunian System ( neptu- or -unian ): a gender connected to being a [x] neptunian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, neptunian aesthetics, Neptune aesthetics, and Neptune as a whole.

Plutonian System ( plu- or -onian ): a gender connected to being a [x] plutonian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, plutonian aesthetics, Pluto aesthetics, and Pluto as a whole.

Saturnian System ( satu- or -rnian ): a gender connected to being a [x] saturnian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, saturnian aesthetics, Saturn aesthetics, and Saturn as a whole.

Uranian System ( uran- or -anian ): a gender connected to being a [x] uranian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, uranian aesthetics, Uranus aesthetics, and Uranus as a whole.

Venusian System ( venu- or -usian ): a gender connected to being a [x] venusian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, venusian aesthetics, Venus aesthetics, and Venus as a whole.

Lunarian System ( lun- or -rian ): a gender connected to being a [x] lunarian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, lunarian aesthetics, Moon aesthetics, and the Moon as a whole.

Solarian System ( sol- or -arian ): a gender connected to being a [x] solarian. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, solarian aesthetics, sun aesthetics, and the Sun as a whole.

Asterite System ( ast- or -rite ): a gender connected to being a [x] asterite. this gender is connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, asterite aesthetics, asteroid aesthetics, and asteroids as a whole.

"terran", someone from earth; "jovian", someone from jupiter; "martian", someone from mars; "mercurian", someone from mercury; "neptunian", someone from neptune; "plutonian", someone from pluto;

"saturnian", someone from saturn; "uranian", someone from uranus; "venusian", someone from venus; "lunarian", someone from the moon; "solarian", someone from the sun; "asterite", someone from astroids

@radiomogai , @role-systems , @gamercod

[ID: an orange line divider with a star covered in flame in the middle. End ID]

[ansu-gurleht]

gargles some onians

[velvetafterdark]

In the babysitting scene in cargo plane, it's said that star/scream sees a cold construct sparkling, so that means he and all the other cold constructs were sparklings too?

Yes, developmentally.

Starsc/ream --and any other pre-war ccs mentioned in Cargo Plane-- came online with an adult body, but had the mental faculties of a child or young teenager.

Doing it that way was practical for governing bodies and militaries alike; it gave the option to create a lot of cybertr/onians very quickly, even when there wasn't a hots/pot. And though the resulting mechs that came out were intellectually immature, they had fully fledged instincts. Cold constructs don't need to be "taught" how to transform or use their weaponry. That combined with the fact that they lack worldly experience, they're perfect for molding to suit your needs.

Of course, there's a lot of controversy about this in canon; creating a child that knows how to fly and use a gun and treating it like its predisposed to evil is a running theme.

After the war, there simply wasn't a need to create cold constructs for the sake of boosting numbers, so now whenever you see one, it's more likely because the new/spark would have snuffed out if it weren't put into a body. All of the cc spark/lings you see in Cargo Plane are results of this. The two dwelled on (Hotcast and Pilediver) are more physically developed than their peers, but are children nonetheless.

[the-coiner-prince]

Fluinonewtypen

[ flui(d) + non + (n)ewt(onian) + (t)ypen ~~ fluinonewtypen ]

A neurowiry when one's psyche and development are described like non-Newtonian fluids . A non-Newtonian fluid is a fluid that does not follow Newton's law of viscosity , i . e . , constant viscosity independent of stress . In this fluid the viscosity can change when under force to either more liquid or more solid .

This may be a metaphor to describe one being psychologically resilient / fluid in some contexts but extremely rigid / solid in others .

[ no ID yet ]

Coined by the prince 👑 for #idexpo

[ PT : Anyone can use the terms that the charming has coined , but ke asks to Please DNI if any of these aply to you: racist, sexist, ageist, antimogai, antiliom, BaB, ableist, transmed, transcum, fujoshi, radfem, terf, proshipper, anti-agere, antifurry, NSFW blogs, (NO)MAP, zoophile, necrophiliac, incestuous or supporter of those who act on these types of paraphilias. end PT ]

[aetherive]

Interurian

plain text: Interurian

— A gender connected to being an intersex mercurian. this gender is connected to intersexuality, being intersex, mercurian aesthetics, Mercury aesthetics, and Mercury as a whole.

— Inter (from 'intersex') + urian (from 'mercurian').

[ Image ID: a rectangular flag with nine horizontal stripes, in the following colors, from top to bottom: black, gray, pale gray, near-black blue, pale cream, dark reddish orange, yellow metal, muted greenish yellow, and pale yellow. /end ID ]

Interonian

plain text: Interonian

— A gender connected to being an intersex plutonian. this gender is connected to intersexuality, being intersex, plutonian aesthetics, Pluto aesthetics, and Pluto as a whole.

— Inter (from 'intersex') + onian (from 'plutonian')

[ Image ID: a rectangular flag with nine horizontal stripes, in the following colors, from top to bottom: irish coffee reddish-brown, davy gray, moonstone blue, near-black blue, pale cream, dark reddish orange, yellow metal, muted greenish yellow, and pale yellow. /end ID ]

Interrnian

plain text: Internian

— A gender connected to being an intersex saturnian. this gender is connected to intersexuality, being intersex, saturnian aesthetics, Saturn aesthetics, and Saturn as a whole.

— Inter (from 'intersex') + rnian (from 'saturnian')

[ Image ID: a rectangular flag with nine horizontal stripes, in the following colors, from top to bottom: goose grey, pale taupe, chalky orange-yellow, near-black blue, pale cream, dark reddish orange, yellow metal, muted greenish yellow, and pale yellow. /end ID ]

Interanian

plain text: Interanian

— A gender connected to being an intersex uranian. this gender is connected to intersexuality, being intersex, uranian aesthetics, Uranus aesthetics, and Uranus as a whole.

— Inter (from 'intersex') + anian (from 'uranian')

[ Image ID: a rectangular flag with nine horizontal stripes, in the following colors, from top to bottom: nice blue, verdigris cyan, powder blue, near-black blue, pale cream, dark reddish orange, yellow metal, muted greenish yellow, and pale yellow. /end ID ]

@revenant-coining

[siberat]

Xmas Treat

So, one tradition Rat/chet and Dri/ft do is find any reason to celebrate. Usually, Cybertr/onians do not recognize the human tradition of Christmas; it’s more of a solstice celebration. Still, if there is any excuse for Dr/ft to spend time in the kitchen cooking and baking, he’ll take it. Rat/chet is finishing his shift in the med bay, and the busy chef has every burner on his stove and even the oven going. He has cooking down to a science, and soon his lover pings him that he is on his way back.

Perfect timing: the food is ready to be plated!

For the holiday meal, he cooked a cyber-turkey with all the sides. A large serving of the hot, tender cyber-meat is plated up consisting of big slivers of the breast, the CM/O’s favorite. A mound of sandstone stuffing seasoned with feldspar flakes and mashed crystal potatoes flavored with rich calcite are added. A large ladle full of thick, brown-colored stock gravy is splashed over these three, soaking them in savory and aromatic goodness. For an added crunch, ener-beans coated in coquina are added as well as something sweet: crystal cranberry slivers.

The heaping plate is set on the table, and the second plate placed on the opposite side is less full. Of course, seconds were available, but Dr/ift had no problem fixing his conjunx’s plate for him. He loved seeing the dish get filled again with all the pretty colors of the food and delicious smells. And Dr/ift being the sap he is, lit some candles and poured a tall glass of Engex for the medic. He poured some non-engex drink for himself to enjoy.

The door swooshed open just as the sword/smech set his drink on the table. Rat/chet was home and wore a smile on his face as he smelt the meal. His supplies were quickly discarded as he sat at the table, eyeing up all the tasty food. Of course, the medic exclaimed he did not have to go all out on him like this like he always says. And Dr/ift always responds the same way: it's never a problem ensuring the love of his life is well fed.

The pair eat their meal. While there is some chit-chat, most of the time is enjoyed savoring the food. A chorus of hums and lip-smacking is heard, signaling what an excellent job the TIC did cooking the meal. Once the medic’s plate is cleared, Dri/ft lovingly asks if he wants more, which Rat/chet cannot deny. A second plate is fixed and set down, both mechs smiling.

Dr/ift doesn’t return to his seat: he finished his meal. Instead, he leans over behind the medic’s chair, rubbing his servos down the medic’s chest, tracing seams as the touch travels down to the much-rounder tummy. What was once flat now bulged in such soft, squishy delightfulness! And this was what Dr/ift loved to grope and knead. The warm flab accumulated not only on the front of his abdomen but also on the sides. Love handles gathered and spilled over his hip plating; some even began squishing out the back. The medic’s lap would hold the swell of his growing belly, the bottom roll resting perfectly on top of thickened thighs.

And no part of this belly went untouched. First to be caressed was the crest, hands circling around its vast curves. Next, the chub crease would be traced, then prodded: this fold of fat was the desired place to warm chilled servos, much to the owner’s displeasure-who would want cold hands in there stealing your heat? This chub crease formed when the medic sat and was the deepest at his sides, then the fold tapered as it reached out to the front of the paunch.

But one of the most joyous places to grope was the side flab. This plump section was always the softest, in Dr/ift’s humble opinion. The chub here was ever so soft and squishy like it was a stress relief toy. And the swords/mech loved to squeeze the love handles between his servos! But what came next was also Dri/ft’s favorite (it is really hard to choose just one): the heavy, firm, but still soft, lower belly flab that sat upon the lap. Now, the correct way to fondle this mass was to slip your hands on the underside to properly feel the heaviness of the mass. Some jostling was good: doing so showed off the jiggly belly nicely. Once servos reached the front, they would set out to caress the rounded roll, enjoying the heft of the gut and feeling the hint of thighs on the other side. This part took a lot of the TI/C’s attention. His hands would adoringly rub over this swollen mass, starting with delightful small circles but broadening their surface area to incorporate the belly. Playful slaps and pats would ensue, and gently hitting the flab gave off such a soothing sound.

Even better was if the belly was noisy: much to Dri/ft’s enjoyment, there was growling and whining present today. The stomach gurgled its delight at being given such tasty food to enjoy and a lot of it. With each lovely, deep-sounding rumble, Dr/ift swore he felt the belly vibrate within his servos. It was as if this stomach had a mind of its own and took it upon itself to tease him in every possible way! Soon, said belly began to gurgle in a particular way as if something was building up inside. Don’t worry; the sword/smech knew what this was. Using two digits, tight little circles were pressed into the growing flab. The touch moved locations slightly and repeated. It didn’t take long for the gas bubbles to make a break for their freedom, and the medic loudly barked out a burp.

Dri/ft loved watching his lover belch. In many cultures, belching was compliments to the chef, signaling a perfect meal. However, no matter how much reassurance the TI/C gave, the medic always flushed slightly as releasing such loud burps. And Dr/ift couldn’t get enough of that shy look adorned by his lover, along with the reddening of his cheeks with a hint of an embarrassed smile. Remember, Dri/ft can be sappy, so this usually turned his insides into goo!

Once supper was finished and no more was desired, Dri/ft would lovingly pat at the firmer, swelled belly, telling what a good job it did consuming all this food. Ratc/het would sit back, weighed down by his stuffed belly, ready for a nap. But there was no rest for the weary because once the dinner plates were cleared, out came the dessert plates: loaded with sweet cakes, pastries, pies, and other assortments of delicacies. The medic couldn’t say no to his belly growling and rumbling, demanding to be filled with such rich goodness. And naturally, Dr/ift stood with utensils at the ready: he was not about to disappoint. He was prepared to feed these scrumptious-looking deserts into that demanding belly, and Ratc/het was excited.

...........

Hope everyone has a great holiday! Stay safe and warm!

[gaboninfoslive]

CTRI/Groupe Assala Energy : Le Gabon respecte ses engagements

Le Président de la Transition, le Général Brice Clotaire Oligui Nguema s’est entretenu le 24 avril 2024 avec monsieur David Roux, Président Directeur Général du Groupe Assala Energy UK & Gabon qu’accompagnait monsieur Edgard Mba Oniane, Directeur général d’Assala Gabon. Dans le cadre du rachat par l’État gabonais des actifs de la société Assala Gabon à hauteur de 75% le 15 février dernier, le…

[chunkytron]

Back to some spicy/kinky stuff megs wearing those sex/y bunny suits the ones with a little bow tie. Maybe one that can fit his size. (👁️👁️?) maybe with a cute cotton tail that gets sounds attention. (Maybe he pokes at the tail with his cable) maybe sound/wave can feed his mega-bun chocolate eggs. (Or the cybertronion equivalent of that)

Fun fact : I had already written a small one shot like that and drew Megs in a bunny suit a while back.

Sound/wave was the one to come up with the idea to buy the outfit for Megs. The thought of Mega/tron in a tight bunny suit was appealing to him and couldn’t help but think about how cute he’d look in one.

The outfit looked gorgeous on Mega/tron, Sound/wave couldn’t help but wrap his arms and data cables around his large waist. Hands sliding until they found the little tail on the back of the suit. He couldn’t help poke it, totally not an excuse to grab Mega/tron’s large behind.

Sound/wave pulled Mega/tron towards their bed by bow tie around his neck, sitting him down while he grabbed boxed containing “chocolate eggs” as the humans called them. Frankly, he didn’t care that much about their name, as long as he was able to see Mega/tron smile for something other than violence.

Some of them were made of chocolate and others were a cybertr/onian attempt at making something a like, they were mostly made of amethyst and gold.

He enjoyed feeding Megs, there was something about being so close to him and being able to see him have access to things he was never able to have back in the days that warms his spark in a way.

Sound/wave brings some of the eggs up to Mega/tron who greedily eats them straight from his hand, licking his fingers.

This goes on for a while, at some point SW let’s Mega/tron take the boxes and just eat from them while he sits by his side. Occasionally rubbing Mega/tron’s belly as he watches him eat some more.

[samevans-wmu]

Never would’ve pegged you down as a Lima…onian! Lima-ite? I don’t actually know how people from that city refer to themselves. Like I’m a Nashvillian. Which sounds a whole like villain to me which cuts me up sometimes. You definitely gotta check it out! If I’m there at the same time as you I’ll show you around, give you a 5 star tour of the place. Those women who wanted more wound up getting nothing in the end with them hassling you. Thats a big loss to them because you’re fucking awesome, Elle! And I know! The movie was bonkers but you gotta admit it totally paid off in the end.”

Too bad he’s not here at this resort with us because I could dish the line and then wow the both of you with my harmoni-talent! What about your 3 truths and a lie? What were they? I saw the one about that Papa restaurant but what were the others? I wanna take a stab at it!

I wish I were a Houston native, but I just moved there after high school for a little while. Lima is technically home for me, sadly. Lima is kinda your home away from home, it seems. I need to take a trip to Nashville. I wanna see what all the country hype is about. Thank you for that. It was all harmless since I didn't want anything serious, but some of them did not like that. Insane behavior. But dude, that movie was so stupid but so hilarious. You can definitely do the voiceover for a real dog.

I guess I get why he didn't let you do it, since celebs probably get harassed enough when they're out, but that's such a good line. He might have even laughed at it. Figuring out your lie was harder than I thought, but a trip to New York sounds fun. You actually brought your harmonica? Oh yeah, we have to make plans for you to wow me with it.

[ansu-gurleht]

GARGLES YOUR ONIANS

[getinmahbe11ay]

Me n my friend’s Hollow Knight sonas. Background taken from the game.

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PLEASE DO NOT USE, EDIT, COPY, OR CLAIM MY ARTWORK/OCS AS YOUR OWN. THANK YOU. DO NOT DELETE CAPTION.

[bisaria]

मान्यताओं के अनुसार, दान करना हमेशा से पुण्य का काम माना गया है। लेकिन कुछ चीजें ऐसी भी हैं जिनका सूर्यास्त के समय दान देना आप पर ही भारी पड़ सकता है। इससे आपकी आर्थिक स्थिति भी कमजोरी होती है। यदि आपको अपने घर की बरकत को कायम रखना है तो आपको इन चीजों के बारे में जरूर जानना चाहिए। चलिए जानते हैं आखिर क्या हैं वह चीजें जिनका सूर्यास्त के समय दान करना मनाही है…

इन्हें दान देने से बचें

शाम के समय प्याज-लहसुन देने से बचें, इनका संबंध केतु ग्रह से माना गया है। केतु ग्रह को ऊपरी ताकतों का स्वामी माना गया है। साथ ही इन सबका संबंध जादू-टोना से भी है। इसलिए प्याज-लहसुन देना अच्छा शगुन नहीं माना गया है।

इस समय ना दें किसी को धन

शाम के समय लोग घर का मुख्य द्वार खोलकर रखते हैं। दरअसल माना जाता है कि इस समय घर में लक्ष्मीजी का आगमन होता है। ऐसे में धन किसी और को देना लक्ष्मी को विदा करना माना जाता है।

यह दान करने से गुरु होता है कमजोर

लाल किताब के अनुसार, जिनका गुरु बलवान और शुभ है उन्हें गुरुवार के दिन किसी को भी हल्दी नहीं देना चाहिए, खासतौर पर शाम के समय। इस दिन हल्दी देने से गुरु कमजोर होता है, साथ ही धन और वैभव में कमी आती है।

ना करें इस चीज का दान

पुराणों के अनुसार, दूध का संबंध लक्ष्मी और विष्णु से माना जाता रहा है। यही कारण है कि सांयकाल में इसे किसी को देना अच्छा नहीं माना जाता है। मान्यता है कि इससे बरकत चली जाती है। घर में सुख-शांति के लिए सांयकाल में दूध का दान ना करें।

धन की होती है कमी

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