#pen aur paper

[notalberich]

neuvillette & reader modern!au

two hands slammed on the grand desk neuvillette worked on. slowly, he looked up from his papers and set his pen down. “It’s a wonder how the mesulines allow you to enter and leave my office so freely.”

you interrupt anything else he might have said afterwards. you pull your phone out excitedly. “I figured it out!”

neuvillette coughed into the fist of his hand. “im not sure what you’re talking about.”

you raise a brow and kept pointing aggressively at your phone, showing him the screen.

the vibrant golden tails of the characters caught his eye. but he’s still lost.

“cmon monsieur. c’est une siren. A mermaid!!” You emphasized, hoping you’d get the point across.

“Yes? What about them?”

“you! I connected the dots!!”

“you… connected what dots exactly?”

you ignored his question and started playing a video on your phone. H2O Just Add Water’s theme song started playing. “It’s so you, monsieur.”

neuvillette pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. “I can assure you I am not a mermaid or siren of any kind.”

“oh yeah?” You pull out an open water bottle and challenged him. “Then touch this water.”

“……what ever for.” But he did anyway.

“is it working?”

crickets. Neuvillette looked at you unimpressed. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re testing.”

“aur naur. The condensation isn’t working”

[myreia]

wip whenever

I missed Wednesday, oh well. 🫠

tagged by the lovely @thevikingwoman, @lilas and @hylfystt, thank you! 💖 tagging @tsunael, @roguelioness, @coldshrugs, @impossible-rat-babies, @birues, @fourteenthz, @scionshtola, @galadae @gefiltefished

This is a bit from Chapter 5 of the thing I am currently working on. Context - Aur's Echo pings weird shit when she travels between the First and the Source., sometimes she gets to spy on her family and see what they're up to.

Beyond the door, an elite Garlean scientist occupies her usual chair, her rank denoted by her white coat and the insignia on her shoulder. Taller than most of her kind, with sharp features and dark hair woven into a single long plait. She coldly reviews the files before her with a no-nonsense flick of one hand, the other tapping impatiently on the desk’s surface. Her ruby eyes glint in the artificial light.

It is unusual for an Elezen to make it this far in the ranks. And yet here she is, Elgara lux Theorzen, dispatched to this distant provincial base after a spectacular failure that was a decade in the making. She is fortunate she retained as much as she did. That her husband did not also take the fall. Her family is, for the most part, intact.

As much as it can be.

“I see you received the notice.”

The voice speaks from the shadows.

Elgara purses her lips, her brows drawing together in the slightest of frowns. It is as much as she will give him. “There’s no need to lurk, Kal,” she says, turning over another file. “Sit and speak with me properly.”

A snort. A man slinks out of the shadows half-hunched, his arms folded across his chest. He leans against the far wall, one knee bent with his foot pressed against it, and observes her with narrowed red eyes. He’s grown thin, ragged, in the time since she saw him last. His cheeks are sunken, his jaw worn, still covered with the scratchy stubble that certainly goes against Imperial code. The tips of his half-Elezen ears poke through tangled black hair, its length another strike against the code.

A hollow zealousness flares in his eyes—intense, wanting, and hungry.

“Been an age since you’ve called me Kal, Elgara,” Kallias says.

She shrugs and turns a file over. “Been an age since you’ve called me ‘mother,’” she replies and moves a finger down the page. With a dismissive tsk of her tongue, she grabs a pen and signs the bottom with precise, effective movements. “You don’t hear me complaining about that.”

“Not a complaint, mother. Just an observation. Besides, I would never dare to insult a colleague by addressing her with such informal abandon. I have manners.”

“Colleague is it now?”

“We are no longer in the same chain of command and we are of an equivalent rank. Colleague is appropriate, don’t you think?”

His voice rasps, deep and thick, and he casually raises a hand to pick at his nails. The hilts of his twin daggers glinting in the artificial light. There’s a threat here, buried just beneath the surface. His is the demeanour of a trained killer, a weapon in human form—he could kill her in a instant if he so desire.

But if Elgara notices, she gives no sign.

“True,” she says, not a crack in her composure. Perhaps she has already welcomed death at his hand. Perhaps she is counting on it. “Which stands the reason—why are you here? You no longer have clearance to enter.”

His brows draw together, a sneer forming on his lips. Chuckling darkly, he pushes off the wall and strolls across the observation deck, idly stretching his arms above his head. His movements may appear casual, but they only further put his weapons on display. He wants her to see. He wants her to know.

“This particular piece of intelligence is sensitive,” he says. “I thought it best to limit those who know during this time of upheaval. Even the legatuses, if necessary. But a single menial officer, hidden away in the least influential province? Her ears are safe.”

Elgara presses the tip of her pen to paper, red ink blooming across the crisp white page.

“She’s returned. From whatever hole she thought to hide herself in these past few months.”

[autumnleaf1111]

•Based on this post I made a while back

Also, idk why but I like the idea of Poe randomly saying stuff in Hindi to Ranpo

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It was a calm day at the agency, or It would’ve stayed that way if hadn’t Dazai finally arrived, 3 hours late, As expected; Kunikida yelled at him for it, Dazai ignoring him like always. Like any other day, it caused annoyance to everyone from the yelling.

“Oh my fuck, both of you shut up.” Yosano said with an annoyed groan. “Just give up Kunikida, you know he’s never gonna be on time unless it has to do with a certain someone he supposedly says he ‘hates’. ” Ranpo said with a sly smile. Poe just looked up with a unsurprised expression. Poe isn’t always at the agency, but when he is he’s always sitting in a chair next to Ranpo’s desk, along with being there enough times, it’s no surprise to him anymore when everyone is being chaotic. Ranpo’s statement caused a little scoffed laugh from Yosano, Kenji, Junichirou and Naomi.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dazai lied. Yes, dazai is a skilled deceiver, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't also be a dreadful one. Just as it is evident now, the lie was clearly awful and easily discernible to everyone, including Karl who is literally a fucking raccoon. “Dazai-San, You’re terrible at lying when it comes to this stuff so don’t even try.” Atsushi stated. “See? Even Atsushi can tell, and he’s almost always oblivious.” Ranpo said. “Hey!” Atsushi yelled with an offended tone. “Alright, everyone just drop it. There’s no point in arguing so get back to your paper work.” Kunikida slightly shouted, sitting back down. Dazai just walked away, ignoring him. Ranpo sighed and popped a sour gummy worm into his mouth, stating, "Nope, work is just too dull." “Ranpo, you only have two papers to do, it’s not that bad.” Yosano said. As Ranpo rolled his eyes, he noticed Poe looking at him with a stern expression. Despite Poe having his eyes covered by his hair, Ranpo could always tell what expressions he gives. “Ranpo, writing on two pieces of paper isn’t the end of the world.” Looking back down at his book, Poe’s voice had a hint of annoyance to it that only Ranpo knew. “But it’s boring.” He whined. “Ranpo—” Kunikida started but was interrupted by Poe. “ ऐसे मत बनो और बस उनकी बात सुनो। लेकिन, अगर तुम चाहो तो बदमाश बने रहो, यानी कि अगर तुम कल चलना नहीं चाहोगे (aise mat bano aur bas unakee baat suno. lekin, agar tum chaaho to badamaash bane raho, yaanee ki agar tum kal chalana nahin chaahoge) Don’t be like that and just listen to them. but, continue being a brat if you want, that is if you wouldnt like to walk tomorrow”

That seemed to Shut Ranpo up. Along with the confused faces of everyone around them. Soon shocked took over their faces when they see Ranpo’s face flush with color. They have no idea what Poe just said to him, but whatever it was quickly made Ranpo grab his pen and start his paper work. They notice the seductive grin on Poes face, kind of understanding what could’ve been said.(yes, even Kenji and Kyoka, they are 14, they should know what sex is considering most of us learn that shit I’m fourth and fifth grade)

Never in a million years did they think they’d seen a flustered Ranpo, it was hilarious considering it’s Poe who’s usually flustered easily. “I have no idea what you just said to him, but thank you.” Kunikida said. “What language was that?” Kenji asked. “It was Hindi.” Poe explained. Kenji made an “ohhh” expression. “What did you say.” Yosano asked. “That’s for us to know and you to never find out.” Poe said with a fake innocent looking smile. “Yeah…im gonna go get coffee, anyone want some…?” Atsushi asked while trying to leave so he didn’t have to hear the rest of this conversation. “I’ll take one.” Yosano said. “Me too.” Tanizaki also indicated. “Alright.” Atsushi then left and shut the door.

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Id like to think that when Poe starts using explicit words to Ranpo he does it in a different language so no one else knows what he’s saying, which makes Poe saying suggestive comments in public easier. Plus, Poe always finds it amusing to see Ranpo stutter with his words as his face turns red as a result.

[marixrose]

Julian Devorak - Tolerable

Words: 1130

Song to listen to while reading: tolerate it by Taylor Swift

I had been working as an apprentice for Julian Devorak helping him find a cure for the Red Plague. I had been working with him for about three months now, and everyday I see a change in him. 

I bring him coffee every morning because he hardly sleeps at night and he’s going to need something to keep him doing his best. At first he was grateful, always smiling when I handed him a cup. Now he just waved me off with his hand. 

I make us dinner every night because we work so late stressing over this cure. He used to be happy eating what I made, but now I watch him not take a bite and throw it all away in front of me. 

I just brushed it off saying he was just stressed. We both were. I didn’t push him away anytime he tried to do something generous for me, then again he never did anything for me. 

The more I look back on our time together the more I realize everything was one sided. It was always me giving him coffee, making dinner, cleaning up after him, making sure he rests, giving him reassuring hugs. 

It was only me putting effort to make sure he was doing alright and in the process I lost myself. I forgot to make sure I was doing alright. I wasn’t. 

I slowly began to stop doing everything that had become a regular routine for me, and started to focus on myself. One thing that made me decide to stop trying to please Julian was that I had contracted the Plague. 

I tried to tell him, “J-Julian,” I tried to say, holding back a cough. My vision was blurry, tears brimming at the edge of my eyes. 

“God Y/n do you ever just leave me alone?” He shouted not looking up from his book. 

I was taken aback by his actions, he never yelled at me before. Sure tolerating my acts of kindness is one thing but yelling at me was something else.

“Fine.” I managed to say with all the strength I could muster. 

I went to my office and locked the door. I was sick, better to die alone than get everyone else sick. 

I get to die not knowing the cure, all my efforts in vain. 

I get to die knowing that I wasn’t important to anyone and no one thought to take care of me, it was always me taking care of them.

I grab paper and a pen and begin to write a letter for Asra, my best friend. Suddenly I'm hit with a sense of sadness knowing Ill never be able to see him again.

Dear Asra,

By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead. Thank you for always being my best friend. We’ve known each other for what, 8 years? 9? Seems like just yesterday we met. 

You have given me the best life experiences, thank you for that. I’ll gladly bring those memories with me to the other side. 

I’ll miss riding the jelly fish and traveling to the other realms. I’ll miss the beautiful view from the castle's library, much better than the dungeon where they hid us. 

I wish I could have the pumpkin bread one last time. I wish I could see the shop and see how far you’ve come with it. 

 I won’t miss the smell of this place or the restless nights wondering that if you sleep you’ll miss the key to the cure. 

   Tell Faust that I love her and that I'll miss her. Same for you, my happiest memories were with you. If only we had more time together. 

    One thing I will regret most is spending most of my life trying to catch the attention of someone who never wanted it. I thought that maybe if I tried hard enough then maybe, just maybe, he would see me the same way I see him. But to him I will always be his apprentice that he can only tolerate. 

My time with Julian wasn’t all in vain however, I will miss the nights where we were both stressed but we calmed each other down by starting conversation. I will miss those nights, the only time I didn’t feel like I took up too much space or time.

Thank you Asra, for everything. 

    Don’t miss me too much, Y/n.

I fold the paper, tears threatening to fall and ruin it. I focus my magic on the letter and try to find Asra’s aura. With a swift snap my letter disappears off to find Asra wherever they may be. 

I cough violently into my hand, only to find a trail of blood after I pull back my hand. I know I don’t have much time. 

I sit at my office desk thinking of everything I’m going to miss out on now that I’m dying. I let out a sob as I curly myself up into a ball. The pain is unbearable. 

After a half hour, I stood up, almost falling over from how dizzy I was. I opened my door to find a bed to die in. 

I opened it to find Julian about to knock on my door with a concerned look on his face, which quickly changed to worry once he saw my state.

“Y-y/n you're sick, but you didn’t- when did this- I could have-” He started to panic, wide eyed. It would have been nice to see him care for me like this without me on the verge of death. I guess it's true that people only care once you're dead; or in my case about to die.

“I did. I meant I tried but you got angry and yelled at me to leave, so I did.” I say softly, not having enough energy to be angry. 

His face flashed with guilt as he began to frantically speak, “Y/n I never meant to yell, I was just-�� 

“Stressed. I know. We both are, but I never yelled at you.” I cut him off, I’d be damned if I’m going to spend my last moments arguing with the man I love. Loved. 

Heartbroken over a love that never even existed. 

He looks hurt by what I said but doesn’t push it. “I’m sorry.”

“I am too.” I whisper, starting to feel the world fade away. 

I smile slightly at Julian before whispering my last words, “Thank you for tolerating me.”

-Time Skip-

“I’m sorry, Y/n, if only I was there for you like you were for me.” Julian said sadly as he watched my body get dragged into a boat to go to the Lazaret.

Words, how little they mean, when you’re a little too late. 

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

*phew*

So, how are you now? How was your day?

Pretty cool. Dimaag kharab krdiya physical chemistry aur physics ne poore dinn. Like yes I'm smart but bc itne complex calculations ki mera calculator takk haar maan gya. How tf am i supposed to calculate ye sab with just a pen and paper. Rona aa gya lol. Phir pata chala ki physical chemistry ki class hi cancel. Faaltu mai itna homework krke gya. Uski jagah physics ki do classes. And as physics is my favourite, loved it🛐

[amestrian-gay]

ons

Blorbo - Yuichiro Hyakuya (he's just one of my comfort characters akkdkf)

Scrunkly - Shinoa Hiragi

Scrimblo Bimblo - Shigure Yukimi

Glup Shitto - Lest Karr (MY LITTLE MAN!!!!!!)

Little Meow Meow - Crowley Eusford or Guren Ichinose

Horse Plinko - René Simm

Eeby Deeby - Ferid Bathory (derogatory , he's a creep and he makes me gag sometimes but he's attractive and it pisses me off >:( )

Thanks for the ask Aure!! I had fun with it (my sister did ask why I got up suddenly from bed to get a paper and pen to think about it sjdjfjfjf)

[scribbling-stiks]

AAR - XXX - Starry Skies

"Netti?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Could you bring me a notepad and a pen please?"

"Okay," Connecticut says. They get up and walk over to the piles of supplies to grab the items. Russia gives them a smile as they approach.

"Here you go," Connecticut says as they gently hand the paper to America.

"Thanks, kiddo."

"No problem."

America clicks the pen and begins writing. America tosses the notepad onto the floor and he lies across Russia's lap to reach it, holding to phone right beside the pad of paper. Russia feels his face heat up a little, but he tries his best to ignore it.

    -Ukraine

    -São Paulo

    -Rio De Janeiro

    -Brazil

    -Aure

    -Mexico

    -Italy

America glances at Russia before raising the phone up for Russia to see.

"Can you identify the other ones? Geography was never my thing."

Russia nods and America hands him the phone. Russia makes a grabby hand motion for the pen and America hands it over easily. Russia examines the maps closely before grabbing the notepad. He lays the paper onto America's back and begins listing the countries he recognized had been marked off.

    -Nigeria

    -France

    -Egypt

Then Russia notes that some of his own states had gone missing. His eyes widen and he feels a pang in his chest.

'How did I not notice?'

"What's wrong?"

"Some of my own states had gone missing," Russia reluctantly admits.

"That's not good," America mutters, "did you ever have a close relationship with any of them?"

Russia shakes his head.

"No. We were business partners, but I can't leave them in captivity."

America nods in understanding.

    -Burgat

    -Mari El

    -Sakha

Unfortunately, with the poor quality of the photos, Russia couldn't make out any more marked-off countries. The blurry quality made it nearly impossible to tell which markings were extra notes and which ones are marking off smaller countries or states. He squints, but can't get any more useful information from the maps.

Russia sighs in annoyance. Then he feels America sit up a little. The notepad begins sliding down America's back and Russia snatches it up before it hits the ground. The sudden movement snaps Russia out of his stupor and he listens. The kids are quieter. Looking closer, he sees that many of them seem excited and the older states had the lanterns in hand.

"What does he mean by constellations?" asks Newfoundland.

"It's hard to explain," Maine says, "but it's really cool. You'll just have to wait."

America pulls himself up and clears his throat. The kids spin to look at him and America smiles.

"Okay kiddos, turn off the lights and cover windows."

The states cheer and rush around to bathe the building in darkness. It takes Russia a moment for his eyes to adjust and he sees the kids stumbling over each other trying to find a space to sit on the floor. America turns to Russia with a smirk.

"Hey Rue, wanna see something cool?"

Russia nods and America slowly gets up. Russia follows. America stops in the middle of the room and Russia stops beside him.

"Russ, you gotta sit down!" Iowa says, and she and Minnesota pull Russia to the ground.

America stands tall and spreads his hands.

"Three," America starts, and a chorus of voices join him, "two. One!"

Then the entire room is filled with stars. Russia's jaw drops. Static electricity fills the air.

Dots of different intensity dance against the walls and ceilings. They move around the room, hypnotizing everyone watching. The room goes completely silent, and Russia feels like he's no longer in some abandoned warehouse, but instead swimming in one of his father's star charts.

Soft blue lines begin to connect the stars and constellations build themselves in the sky above. small specks sparkle in the background as the Big Dipper forms and Ursa Major begins to prowl the night sky. Russia looks at America in amazement and sees a faint blue glow from his eyes. Russia's gaze returns to the ceiling and walls and he watches in amazement as the stars and constellations come to life. He sees Orion running across the night sky, on the hunt.

Whisps of magic swirl in the air and Russia watches with wonder. America takes a deep breath, and Russia's head whips back to him. He watches America raise his hands and lowers them slowly with fascination.

Now, Ursa Major descends from the ceiling with Ursa minor at its side. They appear in faint blue masses that prowl just above the heads of the states.

Russia stares in awe. His eyes grow wide and he tries to see as much as his mind can process.

Ursa Major gets closer and Russia finds himself reaching out to touch. Then Orion, his belt a glowing line of stars, lands in front of him, fighting off the bears. Orion pulls back and draws his bow. He pulls back and hits Ursa Major with an arrow of stars. Ursa Major lets out a silent scream before dissolving into a sea of sparks that fade into nothing.

A serpent about 1/2 a meter in diameter forms above them and it silently slithers away from the ceiling, sliding effortlessly through the air. It snakes through the states, faintly illuminating them as it navigates around them. It approaches Russia and Russia reaches out. His hand dips into a cool mist as it enters the serpent's body. The snake keeps moving while light blue magic swirls out behind Russia's fingers, fading into the air.

Breathless, Russia stares back up to the ceiling as the stars rearrange, and a scorpion emerges to attack the serpent. The snake quickly approaches the ceiling and the scorpion strikes. The snake recoils before lunging to bite.

The two explode into stars that rain down upon them, showing them in cool, fading sparks that disappear when Russia tries to catch them. The stars slowly fade away, the brightest ones being the last to disappear. After Ursa minor finally fades into nothing, the states cheer. Russia stares up at the ceiling, now just as dark as the rest of the room had been.

"Alright," America says, "turn on the lights so no one steps on each other."

America turns to Russia and smiles.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," America says, snapping Russia out of his trance.

"*That was amazing!*" Russia exclaims, jumping to his feet, "How did you do that?"

"Wanted to figure out how to see the stars when I couldn't go outside and it just went from there," America says with a shrug.

"How much magic can you do?" Russia asks, breathless.

"Combat wise? Not much. I can only really use the scythe. Otherwise, I can heal and do light shows," America says, waving his hands to gesture to the rest of the room, "It's really not that big of a deal."

Russia grabs America's shoulders and stares him in the eye.

"*That was absolutely amazing. I've never seen anything like that,*" Russia explains.

"See Dad, we've been trying to tell you it was cool," New York adds.

Finland moves to stand and adds, "It's a display to take your breath away."

America looks away with a pink tinge to his cheeks.

"Come on guys," America says, running a hand through his hair, "it was just a light show."

"Why did you ever tell me you could do that?!" Canada shouts, "I would've made you that every time you visited!"

"Yeah Uncle Aim!" Alberta shouts.

"Why didn't you guys ever tell us?!"

"You never asked!"

"But it's so awesome! You should've told us your dad could do that."

America looks down, his face going almost completely red. Russia admires the look and America latches onto him, burying his face into Russia's shoulder as if hiding from the praise. Russia laughs and hugs him back.

"It was really pretty. Just like you," Russia teases, poking the side of America's face.

America squirms away, and he dives for the mat they had been sitting on, hiding in the blankets. Russia laughs and runs up behind him. He lands next to America and pulls him out of the blankets. America squeaks and tries to pull away. Russia holds tighter.

"Absolutely beautiful," Russia says, searching his English vocabulary for more words.

"No!" America shrieks.

"Lots of talent."

"Rue! Stop!"

"Best Dad ever!"  Montana cheers.

"And teacher!"

"And fighter!"

America groans and vehemently shakes his head.

"Good. Fun," Russia lists.

"Rue stop. You know that's not true."

"Cute."

America covers his face with his hands.

"Hmm. Yes, very cute," Russia says, covering America's face with feathery light kisses. America wriggles around and starts giggling uncontrollably. Russia pulls away and smiles at the flustered mess in his lap.

"I hate you," America says with a pout, crossing his arms and puffing up his cheeks.

Russia smirks and leans down, gently capturing America's mouth in a tender kiss. America kisses back, leaning up to meet him. Russia smiles against America's lips.

Russia pulls away and America turns away, his arms still crossed and his face a hot pink.

"That changes nothing," America insists. Russia hums in amusement.

"Really!" America shouts, swatting at Russia's arm.

"Okay," Russia replies with a smile.

America huffs and leans back into Russia's lap.

"You suck."

"Okay."

"I hate you."

"Okay."

"Not really though. I can't actually hate you. That's like impossible. But I hate you for getting me like this."

"Okay."

"You're a jerk."

Russia chuckles, hugging America closer.

"I love you," Russia says, nuzzling America's forehead.

"I love you too," America grumbles.

Russia beams.

"You don't have to be a smug b****** about it," America mutters, shooting Russia an embarrassed glare.

Russia just grins. America pouts, turning to lay his ear down on Russia's chest. There seems to be a crowd around one of the windows by the door and Russia looks up and sees Texas keeping others from pulling down the curtains. Russia catches his eye, and Texas tilts his head to gesture outside before shaking his head.

"Don't want them to see what's outside," he seemed to say.

Russia nods and turns his attention back to America, who is grumbling angrily and affectionately tracing shapes into the fabric of Russia's sweater.

~

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[yuvon-writes-letters]

To all,

In the few hours of planning, I have witnessed a letter appear in our shared mailbox, on a Tuesday.

For the record, I do not believe any of this nonsense, you could very easily be lying, both Yu, and whoever that “entity” is.

But Rai insists that it is all true, and despite his fragility, he always had this uncanny ability to tell when someone is spreading falsehoods or not, a knack for feeling if something is going wrong. The fact that he hasn’t quit sending these letters means that he wholeheartedly believes this, sci-fi narrative.

I trust him, so I’ll play along for now.

Trust me, this does not mean I trust you. For the time being, Rai will not be sending any letters, because he has apparently made himself a target, I cannot have that.

My name is. Actually, you don’t get to know my full name, it’s bad enough that you know my first anyways.

To, the entity, the letter that that was sent was matted in dirt, the words “I see you” were written in what is most likely blood, it was stuffed in an envelope along with the lily.

To Yu, Yuvon, thank you for being there for Rai these past few weeks, and fuck you, for making his life so much harder than it needs to be. He should be worried about portioning his time right to get more sleep, and doing his best to earn a living, not trying to keep a cursed pen-pal alive. Unfortunately, if what you do say is true, then I cannot blame you for his woes, you reached out, and like the hero he is, he takes the call for help.

I am currently in the process of reading the letters that were sent between you all, but, if you want to be in my good graces, a summary would help much more than hours of reading, I will not take kindly to secrets (Jake).

I will await a response.

Skie

Skie,

Most of the evidence I'd usually offer to assure people I'm not lying doesn't apply to you. It'll be a little more clear why when I get into the summary later, but I'm reeling a bit and I'm trying to take things one thing at a time.

Yeah. It's probably best if Rai at least isn't the first one to open these letters for a while. Please be careful too. I seriously don't know what this thing is capable of or what it wants, but it's very clearly violent. And entities (that's what we call these things, for lack of a better word) getting violent ends very, very poorly.

Best if we don't do full names, I agree. We've all sort of set a precedent where we use nicknames or screen names instead of our actual names.

(The ink turns dark enough that it seems to suck in the light around it.) My thanks for the description.

...Right. That just happened. I'm never going to get used to that.

You're welcome and I'm sorry. Truthfully, I've been pretty worried about Rai as well, and I sincerely apologize for any and all parts I played in Rai's problems.

Alright. Recap. This is gonna be long.

One day before I sent my first letter, I woke up in a clearing in a forest, with a note that told me that I could send letters to alternate universes with other people in the same situation I had left before arriving to the clearing on the ground in front of me. I marked the direction I was facing when I appeared and arbitrarily declared it "north". I did some exploring, and discovered that there was an invisible barrier all around the clearing, and that there were trees as far as the eye could see when I climbed a tree inside the barrier. After the first day, I sent my first letter.

Rai, though he went by Rainer then, was actually the first person to write to me, two days later. He was doubtful, obviously, but I shared specific details of the shared experiences that connect us across universes, and so did he, so we believed each other. We talked metaphysics and theories about what was going on for a bit, and Rai asked for details about my circumstances. I learned there were eight rooms off the central clearing, but five disturbed me so much that I lied and said that only three existed: a library (south), a game room (east), and a "comfy room" (west) with pillows and mattresses and blankets, etc.

Eventually, I realized there was an anomaly we've tentatively been calling the stasis over my version of the Duskwood group, where they went on with their lives but nothing actually changed. They didn't start to come to terms with emotional events that happened, they made no progress in their investigations, they didn't talk about anything important. Things were happening, but nothing HAPPENED, if that makes sense.

Rai encouraged me to tell one particular person from the Duskwood group I trust whole-heartedly, Jake, about my circumstances. That broke the stasis on him, and from then on, he and I started to work together.

We determined that the trees around my clearing are elder trees (symbolic of life/death/rebirth cycle) and completely generic trees. I theorized that I was stuck between a symbolic "death" and "rebirth", in a stasis of my own. I remain convinced of this theory.

On Father's Day, I spoke to the Duskwood group and lied to them in the process of cancelling an event I'd planned on that day for fear of giving myself away. Unbeknownst to me, that began to shake them out of their stasis slowly.

Someone named Liska contacted me then, informing me that they were sort of in an inverse situation as my own: They had normal contact with their friends and family outside of Duskwood, and they hadn't been kidnapped like I was, but Duskwood itself was almost completely frozen. There was some other weird stuff happening with the stasis, but that's not so relevant.

Lis started to get threatening calls from the perpetrator in the Duskwood case, worrying pretty much everyone, plus she didn't trust me, though I cleared the distrust up fairly quickly.

This is about when Rai started having issues, and warned us he wouldn't be able to write letters as often.

I sorta got stuck for a while, and Lis kept getting threatened. I figured out that someone would eventually join me in the clearing, but not who, how, or when, so I was obsessing over that. About then, Lis pointed out a small detail that showed I was lying about something, and that turned into a confession about the other five rooms. In brief:

North: A room with a countdown to when I can leave

Northwest: Another clearing where everything was dead with a silver goblet at the end, whole area gave off a magical sense of dread, I left without investigating further

Southeast: Altar w/ bloodstains, symbolism and text suggesting I could sacrifice my life to kill the ass terrorizing my version of the group (an alternate version of the asshole stalking Lis)

Northeast: Knife in the middle of a glade, can cut almost anything in here but the invisible barrier.

Southwest: 3 upside-down torches, one on each wall that wasn't an entrance, floor was a field of white lilies. Refused to enter initially due to overdose of symbols of death.

I discovered that my old family and my few non-Duskwood friends had all completely forgotten who I was. They still haven't remembered, but that's besides the point. I'm not just whining here, this becomes important later.

Anyhow, I started getting really worried about Rai, because he mentioned his head feeling fuzzy, he was having trouble understanding things, and his writing was disjointed. You probably know about when that was on the recent timeline.

Lis's next letter was concerning, and I asked in a cipher I won't disclose because at least one entity can't seem to understand it whether she was alright and offered a code for her to tell us if she was being watched.

Lis then sent two letters back to back: one where she used the code, and one when she wasn't being watched: she had been kidnapped by the stalker. We also made first contact with an entity we're calling "Goldie" or "Aur" (first few letters of their name) who is benevolent and has done their utmost to help Lis.

In addition, her Jake spoke to her over Tumblr, promising to help find her, and I got print-outs of the screenshots in an envelope. I contacted him as well, offering what advice I could, especially as we'd begun to theorize there was an entity working against Lis as well.

It wasn't enough. Lis was shot. And died.

And then her entity sent her back in time, alive, and with her Jake freed from the stasis much earlier.

As Lis started recovering mentally from that, I started messing on this plane again. Lis convinced me to test out the death symbol room and see if it was actually dangerous, so I first tried cutting my way out of the barrier with the knife (it failed) and then I started sorta using the Robin Crusoe method of testing the room for death, which meant I went very slowly.

During this, Rai finally admitted he hadn't been sleeping enough, and I tried to encourage him to actually fucking sleep and not worry so much about writing the damn letters.

Then

Okay, I'm not proud of this bit. Behind one of the torches in the room with the lilies and torches I'd been testing, there was a sheet of paper with a blood ritual on it. It promised an end result I'd like, and none of the other schmuck baits up to that point had actually hurt me, so I gave it a try. Imagine my shock when Jake appeared in the clearing. He's still here, by the way, we don't know how to get him back any more than me.

Rai brought up a theory (later confirmed) that the ritual brought Jake because he was what I most wanted to have with me right then. I began to work on trying to deconstruct the ritual and understand how it worked so I could confirm or deny, but was interrupted when I discovered that the Duskwood group had broken out of stasis, and I had to play damage control. They also became semi-aware the stasis had happened.

Lis sent another letter, and Jake came to the conclusion that her workplace is unsafe, and urged her to take a vacation, especially in the wake of further threats from the kidnapper. Also, Lis's stasis started to weaken, and she began passing messages between my version of Jake and her's. They proved to be surprisingly different.

At that point, someone named Jessy sent a letter in, who is one of the Duskwood crew. She was from a year in my future, shortly after her version of me, named Matt, was killed by the kidnapper and Jake was framed for it.

At this point, Jake raised the theory that Rai, Lis, Matt, myself, and all other counterparts across universes are somehow cursed, or gain more attention than we should from entities, and that's why so many horrible things happen to us. It... makes a lot of sense, honestly.

About here is when I started getting together a plan to get out. I was worried I might be mindread, though, so I went to slightly extreme measures to make sure my thoughts wouldn't give me away.

Then Jessy wrote again, and tried to convince Lis and I to run away from our respective Jakes out of concern. Along the way, she accidentally implied that her universe's Jake was being tortured in his incarceration, and I admittedly lashed out at her a bit in my response to her letter. It made me furious, obviously, and scared and upset, so I used those emotions to focus.

Lis grew concerned when I denied I had a plan. Repeatedly. And unconvincingly. Okay, it was more of a mantra. I sort of wrote "I have no plan" all over the paper and then didn't erase well enough, so you can see why she was concerned.

Now, I don't know everything that went down right there, but I'll take a guess. The entity, unable to interpret the ciphered messages I'd sent to Lis explaining why I was so insistent that I had no plan, asked Lis what my plan was, pretending to be benevolent like Goldie. Lis didn't believe it, and annoyed the entity in the process. It taunted her, claiming that Jake and I would be hurt because of her noncompliance, which was bullshit because the entity would've done what it did anyhow. Lis tried to send us warnings, but the entity blocked them and taunted her more publicly.

Unless it's essential, I'd rather not go into detail about what exactly happened when I tried to execute my plan. There's a letter that describes most of it somewhere in the past two weeks or more. Suffice it to say, I fell into a probably magic-induced coma for a few days, my face is still scarred to hell, and there's a small chunk missing from my right arm, though that's filling in because enhanced/faster healing here.

After the incident, while I was unconscious, everyone wrote in letters asking after me or offering advice, including Lis's Jake and Jessy, and Jake pretended to be me to keep the Duskwood group from suspecting anything. One of them figured it out, but she was sympathetic to both Jake and myself, so she kept the secret. In the meantime, Lis took a vacation and got out of danger, hopefully.

When I woke up, I was able to just... know a few minor facts about the entity. I still don't know how or why.

Anyway, I just sorta recovered and caught up for a bit.

Max contacted us to basically let us know that Lis was doing better (she was really torn up with guilt over the incident :( )

Very recently, Jessy contacted my parents, trying to determine if I was alright, and discovered that they didn't know who I was. That spawned a confession from me when I was confronted; that whole group is now in the know. Jake is still not entirely pleased with my decision, but I think he's mostly over it.

Then that new entity apparently sent out the letter, you contacted us for the first time, and now we’re back to the present moment.

Oh. One more thing that seems pretty important in hindsight. Rai sent me a crayon as an experiment. It arrived three different colors in one crayon: brown, green, and white. Take a wild guess what it was called.

Yep. White lily.

This is sort of reminding me of a character I made a million years ago, but the powers don't match up. It doesn't sound like the M.O. does either. Still, that character was a nasty piece of work. I hope it's all just a coincidence.

Anyhow. That's all for now. Talk to you later. Write to you later. Whatever.

—Yuvon

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

[cowtale-utau]

Oohh I have a small idea. Demon girl finds the skeletons interesting and decides that she’s just gonna be their little protector mostly just for funsies. She also plays minor little pranks like sticking car keys to a wall or making the remote float around the room at various times. She doesn’t live in their house, just pops in sometimes and keeps an eye on them though they can’t always see her. How would the boys react?

Aight, fun with our lil Demon. So for this we're fast-forwarding a few decades outta the old west, which, as I've previously discussed, is still on brand. Monsters are long-lived, if not in some ways arguable “immortal” (in the ageless sense, immortal, not invincible). So jumping to a modern era is no hardship, and a lot of my writing is kept vague enough to place in anytime period anyway. So for my needing to keep track, we'll specifically say for this we're in the 21st century.

And haha, yeah, it's well known at this point that I have no self control whatsoever, so there are 24 skeletons. And I work on the other cast bit by bit, but they are there and technically also requestable.

Now, our demon friend, who we'll call “Dee” has motivations all their own. If asked, they claim that monsters tend to attract the worst sort. The sort no one really gets mad about if they become unwell or disappear. They'll staunchly deny and fondness or care for the skeletons, but don't let them fool you, they are quite attached. (this is entirely Lief's fault. Don't be nice to demons Lief, they never leave!)

Dancetale Sans/Shuffle & Dancetale Papyrus/Foxtrot – Dee isn't limited to human forms, and abuses this frequently. Shuffle is well known to be popular with stray cats. Another fact Dee exploits. Mostly by possessing one and then tripping him as often as possible. And he can't do much about it without looking like a total dick. So when he's not tripping over the cat, he's picking up things it insists on knocking down. He lets it slide, as once Dee possessed a member of security at one of Foxtrot's performances and managed to “deter” an aggressive human. Plus the tricky little being never messes with any of the kids in his classes, so it can be all bad.

Outertale Sans/Saturn &  Outertale Papyrus/Mercury – Saturn is probably the one most annoyed by Dee. They have a tendency of moving the things that will most irritate Sat. Like his coffee. They'll rearrange papers and blueprints out of order, move coffee cups across the room, and even likes to hide keys in weird but “easy” places, like the hood of Saturn's hoodie. Mercury doesn't mind quite as much, and tries to take it in good humor, as Dee is also occasionally helpful. Things that have been misplaced turning up back on desks, and they've run off a few human aides that ended up having less than good intentions. The most notable was when a machine started to catastrophically fail, and the power cut out before it could blow, despite no one being anywhere near the power source. This is probably the only reason Saturn never put into practice those demon banishment techniques he looked up.

Farmtale Sans/Sage  &  Farmtale Papyrus/Thyme – Gates to animal pens are often left open, water spigots tampered with, feed bags have corners cut. Inconvenient but ultimately harmless little things. The animals never seem to stray further than just enough to be a nuisance, the animals all still end up fed, and well, if someone gets soaked, oh well, they'll live. Dee has also stopped fires, scared off crows, and run off ill meaning teens. Sage finds Dee's antics to he hilarious, while Thyme pretends to get increasingly more annoyed. Sage will sometimes leave small gold trinkets unattended for Dee to take, and although Thyme will act annoyed he does nothing to stop his brother.

G!Sans/Aurum & G!Papyrus/Viridis – Dee is both help and annoyance. It's a frequent game played, where Dee will lead them in some form or another (usually small animals) down the safest path through the ruins. But at some point will have circled back and dropped whatever they were looking for back in camp, making the whole trip a moot point. It's mostly harmless, as they enjoy the exploration regardless, and getting a clear, safe path makes further exploration easier. But it gets exasperating for the one specific thing they were looking for to already be in one of their packs. Dee however has never done anything to harm Aur or Vir, and has warned them of someone with dangerous intent heading their way. And if the occasional tainted soul has been dropped into some ruins where no one but the most tricky of beings could reach, well. That's between the three of them. Ace has given up on telling Aur not to feed the demon.

Fun fact for anyone who cares. Demons do not have genders or even physical sexes in their base forms. If they have a humanoid base form (not all do) then they tend to have Ken/Barbie syndrome. As for pronouns, they usually use they/them or it, or whatever the pronouns of the person they've possessed are.

Another fun fact, I haven’t mentioned if any of them have seen Dee’s true form, because I have yet to decide what that is. Whether they’re a humanoid-ish demon, and more animal-y type, or some other strange thing.

[tellywoodtrash]

What is HAPPENING on Sanjeevani, girl?! I saw some clips on my Insta and it had a wild!Gaurav Chopra?! A nervous wreck masquerading as Dr Ishani?? And she's MARRIED to GChops?! Ded!Dr Shashank?? Mysterious son and Dr Anjali in Germany??? What.

Hiiiiiiiiii friend! 😘😘😘

Loooooooong time! How have you beeeeeeeen?! 🤗🤗🤗

Lmao I can’t even beginnnnnnn to describe the clusterfuck that has been Sanjivani since like…. October, but lemme try and break it down in bullet points (if you know all of this already, just skip down to the “three years later” bit!):

Sid who was flirting it up and sexy dancing at a wedding with Ishani till 8 pm, suddenly at 8:01 pm remembers that he has a dead fiancee in his past (plus najaayaz issues) and suddenly starts calling himself a panauti, properly balls-to-the-wall believing in the phenomenon (y’know, as educated, scientifically-minded surgical residents/general medical wunderkinds tend to do! blaming things like their mother’s premarital pregnancy and an older family members’ developmental disorder on themselves!) and being passive-aggressive in trying to ward off Ishani to “protect her” from him.

Passive-aggressive has to be notched up to AGGRESSIVE-AGGRESSIVE coz Ishani’s a dheent who won’t take no for an answer; so he GOES AND MARRIES ISHANI’S BEST FRIEND ASHA, who has gotten knocked up by Aman (who tata-bye-byed outta the whole sitch. Props to him for being the smartest person in this show. He’s probably living an unfulfilled life somewhere, but seemed to come from wealth, so how sad can you really be when you have so much money????)

This whole SidAsha marriage was engineered behind the scenes by Vardhan - who found out that Asha was pregnant and threatened to set her Khap Panchayat from Haryana on her or some shit. He coerced Asha to take advantage of Sid’s “achchaai” by playing on his najaayaz kid feels and take responsibility for her.

Lots of angst and drama as Ishani and Sid struggle with their feels about each other while he’s married to a pregnant Asha, whom he’s pledged his support and name to.

Asha’s pregnancy hormones seem to make her batshit crazy and unable to make any reasonable decisions, and she keeps messing with Sid’s career; drugging him and making him fuck up important surgeries and what not.

All this, again, coz Vardhan. Vardhan wants revenge from Sid. Why? Because dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn, Sid is Shashank’s son! Vardhan wants to ruin Shashank’s life and thinks the best way to do it is by torturing his kids, and thus is fucking with Sid’s career, and is fucking with Anjali (like, literally. 👉🏽👌🏽👉🏽👌🏽👉🏽👌🏽 Coz sis has daddy issues and reallllllll bad judgement when it comes to men.)

But why does Vardhan want revenge from Shashank???? Damned if we (including the writers) know. Something to do with Vardhan’s Dearly Departed Didi, whose photo he keeps staring at while gritting his teeth. I’m guessing Shashank’s stuck his pen in that inkwell too?

Oh btw, Shashank also confessed his feelings for Juhi, who seemed HORRIFIED at the prospect, but like 5 minutes later is cool with it and reciprocates with her own crushy-wushy feelings? Idk man, idk. It’s all very unclear what that whole plot point was exactly, beyond some vague conversations and ambiguous coy smiles.

Daddy Shashank is disappointed in his known/unknown kid(s) for their various missteps in personal/professional lives. Saare milke inhe paagal banaa rahein hai, yeh chutiya bachchein.

Lots of other miscellaneous fuckery is going on between Sid/Ishani which……. honestly, is exhausting and not worth getting into. Anyway, it’s finally found out that Asha is the culprit behind this dhai mahine ka dukh-dard-chutiyaapa.

Ishani takes a bullet for pregnant Asha, and goes into a coma. Guilt-ridden Asha tells Vardhan to fuck off, signs annulment papers, and finally gtfo, but not before giving Sid a clue about who’s really behind all this kaand.

Vardhan is like lmao, I didn’t need her anyway and goes about paying randomass people to frame Sid for medical malpractice. Ishani literally comes out of the coma and hightails it straight to the police station to save her man. (For the record: I wouldn’t even let a man interrupt an afternoon nap of mine.)

Oh btw, by this point Anjali was like bohut ho gaya and fucked off to go play a Naagin on Colors. Good for her. 🐍🐍🐍

Sid and Ishani start working on exposing Vardhan. Coz appropriate R&R after getting up from a goddamn coma, what’s that!?!??!? JUST SHAKE IT OFF!!!!!!!!! PFFFFFFFT, TAKE A CROCIN OR TWO!!!!

Lo and behold, Dr. Shashank is killed in an accident. (We haven’t really seen him for the last………………………………… like 20 episodes or so? So…. do we really care at this point? Not really. Mohnish didn’t even show up to shoot the dead body waale shots. For the longest time I was like PAKKA SHASHANK NAHI HOGA, FACE NAHI DIKHA RAHEIN, KOI AUR HAI YAAR!!!!!!!!!!! But nope, all the characters identify him by face……… So yeah, egg on MY face.)

Sid’s mummy drops the bomb at the cremation that Sid is Shashank’s son and should light the funeral pyre. A very cool fun appropriate time for Anjali AND SID to find that out!!!!!

Sid and Ishani channel their sads into exposing Vardhan. Hallelujah, finally a win for the unluckiest people in this show. FFS even the little child who got impaled on a rod and Nurse Philo’s daughter with terminal brain cancer have had better lives.

Sid proposes to Ishani. He says he’s been accepted into some program in America and wants her to come with to start a new life there. Ishani is like nope, YEH MERA INDIA SANJIVANI, I LOVE MY INDIA SANJIVANI.

Ishani’s Mama/Mami come for rishta talks and catch the two almost making out in an on-call room and are all hawwwwwwwwww cheeeeeeee sanskaaaaaaar, etc. They turn out to dislike Sid coz najaayaz. And are rudeass snobby assholes to him and his family. Sid is understandably quite mad.

INSTEAD OF TALKING THAT SHIT THROUGH WITH HER, HE DITCHES ISHANI AT THE FUCKING MANDAP VIA TEXT AND FLIES OFF TO AMERICA. VIA TEXT. VIA TEXTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. We are all reminded once again, that Tellywood Men Ain’t Shit.

Except for Drs. Rahil and Neil who have categorically maintained their Very Good Boy crowns 👑👑👑👑 throughout the run of this show. Gold stars to them for achieving the impossible. 🌟🌟🌟

Sanjivani is on fire. Like, metaphorically it was always on fire, but this time literally. Unhinged Ishani runs riiiiiiight into the burning building.

3 years later………..

Sanjivani has been rebuilt. By Gaurav Chopra whose name is Navratna Singh, lololololol. An appropriate name because he does seem to be quite thanda thanda cool cool. He reopens and invites all the old staff back to pitch in and restore the place back to its old glory.

Anjali is a guest lecturer in Germany and may or may not come back to Sanjivani soon, depending on her Naagin transformation schedule.

Rishabh now seems to be a semi-decent human being????? Still a bit of a self-obsessed idiot, but definitely seems to be not as much of an asshole.

Rahil is super-serious and also bitter that his best friend just fucked off to America and hasn’t bothered keeping in touch. No one knows where Ishani is.

Ishani is now some kinda nervous wreck who spends her time doing pottery, but not the sexy Ghost kind. Just very sad and jittery and constantly popping anxiety pills (which looked like green Cadbury Gems to me???????) She can’t seem to help a person who sustains a semi-serious injury near her, completely freezing up in the moment.

Mr. Thanda Thanda Cool Cool finds her at the pottery studio, seems quite familiar with her, and tries to gently persuade her to come back to her first love: medicine.

But ofc heterosexuality rears its ugly head and sis can only think of the trash boy that ditched her.

Mr. TTCC brings her to Sanjivani but she behaves exactly like a toddler on the first day of school. There’s having to be coaxed out of the vehicle, reluctant dragging of feet, weeping, the works.

Precap shows her yelling at TTCC and saying he’s the boss of Sanjivani, not her, and kis haq se pakda hai, chodo mera haath!!!!!!!!!! And he gently reminds her of the wedding vows he took, to never let go of her.

Looks like the poor dude may have invested and rebuilt all this just for her and……………… in the end he’s gonna have to let her go to Dr. FuckBoi, mirroring the end of DMG, which……………… *prolonged, defeated sigh*

AND THAT’S WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE SANJIVANI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[commitmentphobiccinderella]

Ten Reasons Why I Broke Up With My Current Guy

Just like love sometimes break ups too happen just unplanned, Nah! Actually not if you read my ten reasons why I decided to call off my three year old relationship with my guy:-

1) He was very moved my Sushant Singh’s Rajput taking a sudden step to end his life. He would read articles and debates on nepotism and once a Bhai fan today he loathed him. However, when never approved of me talking to my ex husband who is also a very close friend btw during the lock down when he hit rock bottom and slipped in severe depression. 

2) My ex was/is a renowned corporate and behavioral trainer, he attracted me the most when he was on stage but soon soon he started applying all of those logic’s and jargon's in simple fights. He has termed me as a person with high self serving bias whenever I deferred with the common beliefs. For Eg: Use cuss words, but obviously only in my comfort zone with people, in fights even the “F” word does not come to my mind, so I forwarded him an article about girls using cuss words which was on a positive note, just for fun, he claimed I attract it as I have a high self serving bias. 

3) For almost three years, I have trained my routine and diet in a way that I do not have dinner; on days when I feel hungry or crave something I am not shy of ordering. He is a gentleman to ask me each time he is ordering something for dinner but not a gentleman to take my no seriously and still order me a soup. 

Same for drinks, he knows I have quit drinking more than a decade ago, he is a regular drinker. On weekends he would never fail to add two beers for me along with his Whiskey. 

4) He is very punctual.  He loves reaching his training's a little more than an hour in advance. He motivates me to be punctual for my work, but even when he knows that I love mornings and love waking up early to finish my workout before hitting the day, in past three years I never recall him setting a schedule in the night to finish everything on time. 

5) The first thing he does in the morning after waking up in open his phone and scroll through his feeds while in the loo. I have a habit of penning down my creative thoughts which mostly happen in the night before going to bed, and he has an objection to the same. 

6) He has a daughter and he has specifically told her to break anyone’s face in a fight but, he likes the movie Kabir Singh. He finds the movie Thappad too feminist to handle. Surprisingly, he watched it with his mom who had the same opinion. 

7) He was a divorcee when we started dating and his daughter was 4 at the time. I loved his daughter and we shared a great camaraderie. He had a very messy divorce and since I know him from my college days I knew where he was right and so I stood through with him. On the contrary I had a very peaceful divorce. I was having lunch with my husband and my Mother In Law on the afternoon we had to sign on the dotted lines. My ex husband and me have been friends for 20 decades and have always had each others back. The decision for divorce was mutual and I asked him to nothing in my divorce. I mention all this to just give you a little background about my past relationship. 

We were friends and our friendship remained unaffected with that piece of paper but my boyfriend could never understand our relationship and took jibes at it. 

8) He loves big cars. He believes in buying a second hand higher range Honda car even when he knows he can afford buying a brand new small car. Guy thing, it does not really bother me much. But, one day he offered to take me to Marine Drive in his new swanky Honda Civic. While he boasted about the condition of the car even when it was used, he said something which I quote  “Mujhe apni gadi aur bandi maintained achi lagti hai”, nope he is not a North Indian, so please do not have your biases up. There were times when he would ask me to stay a ‘little dressed up”, there were times he was tired of seeing me in my comfort clothes during lock down. 

9) I love to stay in a clean place. Even in the lock down with no maids and for a person who loves alone, my refrigerator is stocked with all healthy veggies and fruits and all essentials. There are no mountains of utensils that stare at me.  I do not have a washing machine but there are no piles of clothes in my laundry bag as I take efforts to change the bed sheet every week and wash them. Every Sunday apart from cooking a delicacy I make sure the house is mopped thoroughly. Yet, most times I feel a bit lazy to fold the washed clothes and yes I would agree that they sometimes pile up. But, all he sees in some cartons that still have unused curtains, and the plies of clothes, 

10)  I had a huge argument with my society secretary over feeding dogs during lock down. He threatened me with a fine and I had to write to Maneka Gandhi for the same and she was kind enough to make the call. Her team to swiftly came into action and took the right side. The secretary found another silly reason to find me apart from feeding. I decided to face the bully. I had all the lawmakers’ opinion telling me that no society has a right to fine you unless you damage a property. My guy felt the secretary was right as we have to learn to co exist and if there is problem with feeding dogs I must not do it.  

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10) Like I mentioned he is very punctual, so each time I am out for an office party or with friends which is a very rare event, as I love spending time at home more, he keeps an eye on the watch just like Cinderella. His argument is that it is not safe to travel in the night. We stay in Mumbai and quiet honestly I understand the concern but, I am reminded of the time when we had a fight on expressway and he was so drunk that got off mid way, even when he knew that it was night and it was the first time I was driving on express way.

In the end I would only say that Titanic shrunk only because the captain ignored the tip of the iceberg. 

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