#power parenting in hindi

[droplet-dread-cat]

HELLO I AM EXTREMELY NOT OBSESSED ABOUT THIS NPC CHARACTER

TRUST ME, I ONLY HAVE LIKE A MILLION HEADCANONS FOR HER... THAT’S NOTHING HAHA

HER IDLE ANIMATIONS ARE HER HUMMING THE TUNE OF THE SONG THAT HER DAD SANG AND HER MAKING A FIST BUMP WITH A CUTELY BEEPING BENBEN

[charles-leclerizz]

AISHA PATEL

"You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic."

AP77 🇮🇳

Nickname : Phataka [hindi : Firework]

Born : April 13 2002

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First and only child of Priya Patel & Arham Patel, both Indian born adults.

ESTP

Slytherin

Neutral Evil

Aries Sun , Leo Moon , Gemini Rising

[NOTE!: Thank you so so much to @witchthewriter for natal chart lessons, Hogwarts house, MBTI and the Moral alignment, links and in depth explanations. Made making this character sketch, so much fun!]

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VOGUE - Racing in Style: Aisha Patel's Fashion Journey

GQ - The Gentleman Racer: Aisha Patel's Grooming Tips

ESQUIRE - Beyond the Checkered Flag: Aisha Patel's Life Off the Track

HARPERS BAZAAR - Beauty Beyond Borders: Aisha Patel's Global Perspective

ELLE - Breaking Barriers: Aisha Patel's Impact on Motorsport

VANITY FAIR - Driven to Succeed: Aisha Patel's Philanthropic Vision

ROLLING STONE - The Soundtrack of Speed: Aisha Patel's Musical Influences

PEOPLE - Family First: Aisha Patel's Personal Journey

TOWN & COUNTRY - Luxury Living with Aisha Patel: Racing in

INTERVIEW MAGAZINE - Artistic Vision: Aisha Patel's Creative Perspective

ALLURE - Trackside Beauty Secrets with Aisha Patel

ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST - Home Sweet Home: Inside Aisha Patel's Racing Residence

FOOD & WINE - Fueling Victory: Aisha Patel's Race Day Recipes

ENTREPRENEUR - Driving Success: Aisha Patel's Business Ventures

TRAVEL + LEISURE - Globetrotting with Aisha Patel: Racing Around the World

HEALTH - Mindful Racing: Aisha Patel's Mental Fitness Routine

FASHIONISTA - Trackside Trends: Aisha Patel's Racing Fashion Forecast

TECH CRUNCH - Driving Innovation: Aisha Patel's Tech-Savvy Approach

TIME - Racing Against Time: Aisha Patel's Journey to Success

OPRAH MAGAZINE - The Power of Positivity: Aisha Patel's Inspirational Story

Introduction

Aisha Patel, born and raised in the United Kingdom to Indian immigrants, Priya and Arham has finally made it to the big leagues! Having nurtured an intense interest in racing and motorsport, often watching Formula One races with her family, her long-time dream is finally coming true.

Her parents, much like most Asians, tried to push their daughter into a more stable profession but soon relented as they watched her skill grow and her flame burn like an inferno.

When it came out that Porsche would be replacing the beloved Haas F1 team on the grid, she jumped at the chance, displaying her racing skills in F3 & F2 by dominating the podiums and impressing a talent scout who hand-picked her for the spot.

Aisha is an ambitious woman, determined and headstrong as she blazes through any blockages that may present themselves whilst consistently pushing herself to the limit both on and off of the track.

Her confidence is infectious as she holds her own candle, always perfecting her skillset whilst embarking on her travels to becoming the first South Asian woman to win a World Drivers Championship. Yet, she remains humble, remembering her roots and maintains a down-to-earth persona that embraces all of those around her.

Driving style

Aisha's driving style is ruthless and aggressive, she becomes a killer when on track as the adrenaline fills her up to her ears and all she can think of being first and staying first.

Although, the young driver has also proven herself to being one of the most calculated on the grid, maintaining her killer instincts whilst upholding an ice cold strategy, whether her race engineers like it or not. She can easily adapt to different tracks and wastes no time in becoming one with the tarmac beneath her wheels.

Yet, she still needs to mature her driving sense, sometimes some fights are not worth it and are not worth sacrificing a front wing for. Her predator like rivalries can sometimes leak over into post-race cool downs, and it has been observed, one too many times that she has been squaring up drivers who made, in her words, "A wrong fucking move, and cost [her] a podium." despite their seasoned years in the game, and her lack thereof.

Radio Snippets

[NOTE! : Graphic created by me [@charles-leclerizz]]

📍Australia, Melbourne

⎯ AP77 : “Guys, is it just me, or did I just see a kangaroo trying to overtake me? What's the strategy for dealing with wildlife on the track?”

📍Monaco, Monte Carlo

⎯ AP77 : “Can someone remind me which one is the gas pedal and which one is the brake? I feel like I'm playing Dance Dance Revolution with these hairpins.”

📍Canada, Montreal

⎯ AP77 : “These curves are more confusing than deciphering my ex's cryptic texts. Can we dial up some clarity with the next strategy update-”

📍Austria, Spielberg:

⎯ AP77 : “Yodeled my way through the last turn like a true Alpine pro. Can we add some lederhosen decals for good luck?”

📍Italy, Monza:

⎯ AP77 : “These curbs are bumpier than a rollercoaster. Can we add some extra suspension or a chiropractor on standby?”

📍Japan, Suzuka:

⎯ AP77 : “Think I found Godzilla's cousin on Turn 3. Can we arrange a family reunion after the race?”

📍USA, Austin:

⎯ AP77 : “Can we paint the car like a cowboy hat for the next race? Yeehaw vibes for extra speed.”

📍Brazil, Interlagos:

⎯ AP77 : “I may have mistaken the Senna S for a dance floor. Can we get some rhythm in the next set of turns?”

📍Mexico, Mexico City:

⎯ AP77 : “Trying to break the lap record to earn a lifetime supply of tacos. ”

📍Belgium, Spa-Francorchamps:

⎯ AP77 : “Eau Rouge, more like Eau Confusion with all these ups and downs. Can we add a rollercoaster warning sign for the next lap? ”

📍Netherlands, Zandvoort:

⎯ AP77 : “Feeling more like I'm dodging tulips than racing on a track. Can we add some windmills for the full Dutch experience? Over.”

honourary tags [for special pookies] : @disneyprincemuke, @weekendlusting, @woozarts, @mellowarcadefun.

[melhindips]

We used to blame the parents for their strict commandments, for their keenness to turn off the burning lights, and for their extreme concern to ensure that the door of the house was closed... We blamed them for this fear and this extreme caution. Now there are no power sources at all. We scream if an LED is lit for no reason. Even the LED we need, we light as much as needed and then turn it off. We try hard to save the battery in all available ways. Now there is no door to the house, just a piece of cloth to close on us and then we sleep without security. This war has taught us that all safety lies in the strict commandments of our fathers, in their care, fear and caution.

[hobiebrownismygod]

PAVITR, i need more hcs, analysis… whatever you like tbh, i just love the way you write about Spider-Verse characters

Aww, thank you!

I love writing about Pavitr, I wish he was real so bad

I can write headcanons, but for the analysis part, I think I've gone over most of what I can think of 😭 If anyone has any ideas for scenes or anything you want me to research about him, let me know and I'll fs cook up some posts, but for now the creativity is on a down low :/.

Anyway here are some Pavitr headcanons that I absolutely adore!

Pavitr Prabhakar/Spider-man India Headcanons!:

I always headcanon him as of South Indian descent

Basically, I like to think he was a small town boy from either Andrapradesh (no I'm not projecting) or Tamil Nadu

And he moved to Mumbattan after his parents died when he was young to live with his Auntie Maya and Uncle Bhim (this is canon btw)

I like to think that he speaks one of the South Indian languages, either Telugu/Tamil/Malayalam and sometimes accidentally mixes it in when he speaks Hindi

He loves going to temple with his Aunt Maya

He also loves wearing traditional wear even though most his age don't because it just makes him feel very connected to his culture

Considering the fact that he got his powers from an ancient yogi, he's probably a fairly strict Hindu

He's probably vegetarian like a lot of Hindus in India are

His favorite street food is pani puri (still not projecting) especially the traditional kind but he likes the sweeter versions as well

Loves coconuts and coconut water, hes constantly drinking it while on patrol or during missions cuz its good for you and it gives him energy healthily

hes a good cook and he makes his auntie teach him how to make different snacks so he can show off to Gayatri

He learned how to make Sarson Ka Saag, a traditional Punjabi dish (at least thats what my research says) just for Gayatri

I headcanon Gayatri as punjabi sikh cuz her dad wears a turban

Indian schools are very strict on being late and stuff

So I think Pav probably came to school late once cuz of Spider-man stuff and he got severely punished so he never came late again

Like hes always early cuz he'd rather do that than be stuck outside the school waiting for an hour or being forced to run laps as punishment

yes they do that, idk if they do it anymore but I know some schools used to do that 💀

He probably has a really nice voice, like he sings Carnatic music and practices it

This also connects with him being from South India cuz Carnatic music originated in South India <3

He watched the Indian serials with his auntie all the time

like the really long ones our grandmothers watch with the weird sound effects and zero plot

theyre like telenovelas but worse and he loves them

These are the only ones I have rn but if I think of more I'll post them lol

I love him so much 😭

[jopetkasi]

you know you are legit old when your friend's concept of a road trip is to visit Manaoag for a pilgrimage and lunch at a friend's rest house in Pampanga.

not that I am complaining. i mean I will make time for Mama Mary. I do love her. and I try my best to say the rosary everyday. kalurks, sa dami ba naman ng kasalanan at pagkukulang ko, eto minamahal pa din ako ng Diyos? ano ba naman yung tiisin yung init ng Pangasinan for a pilgrimage diba?

then we had lunch sa pampanga. again, signs of aging, kumakain na din kami ng durian lol. my friend, Del short for Rodelio inherited his parent's house and the adjacent manggahan. we are of the same age but man, this guy is 4x hardworking than I am. like he would be out there looking for opportunities to earn. biruan nga namin, kung me pera lang sa basura, papasukin nya yan eh (teka me pera ba sa basura talaga?)

so the convo shifted on me, much to my dismay.

Del: Oh Jopet, wag kang tanga sa lalake. kumuha ka ng bobo. yung mahirap. yan.

Me: ang racist mo naman. kaka pilgrimage lang naten.

Del: hindi mo gets. yung mga medyo mababa ang IQ mga inosente yan. pakisamahan mo, alagaan mo, mamahalin ka nyan. tignan mo ko yung lalake ko ngayon sya nagbabantay ng mango farm.

Me: (shakes head) hindi ko kaya, mother.

Del: Ayaw mo maniwala? (bites off from the durian and calls on the boyfriend"

Del: Asawa ko, mahal mo ko diba? kiss mo ko dali! (Del and the boyfriend smooched infront of us bewildered friends)

Jay: Power!!! mayora levels! Sige sarhento hubaddd!

Leo: lol gobernadora kamo, yung hacindierang mahilig manira ng pamilya hahahahaha

Cris: teka My Day ko to ha? lol

Me: speechless.

Del: O diba? walang palag? kaya nga banat ang mukha ko di nyo pansin? fresh diba? laging me dilig. Oh ano, madaming tropa yan dito, magsasaka tapos yung isa tanod. mga borta. pakilala ko kayo?

Me: bigyan mo nalang ako ng mangga, mother. samahan mo na din ng buro please?

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

For whoever you feel like answering :)

❤️‍🩹- What would your character look like if they were a deity? And what would they have power of?

💜- How many languages does your character speak?

Heyyy thanks for the tag! (From this OC heart ask game)

❤️‍🩹 - What would your character look like if they were a deity? And what would they have power of?

I'm gonna be honest and give a disappointing answer: I have no idea what anyone would look like as a deity. It's hard for me to conceive what they would be, let alone design.

As for power...I still don't know. I'll try to base this on the powers existing. I think Rose would be the best to answer for this. She has dimensiokinesis, or dimension manipulation, though she mainly can just sense and cross through and understad a universe. I think having power over the multiverse would be her power if she were a deity. Maybe playing with fate, experimenting with different outcomes, stuff like that.

💜 - How many languages does your character speak?

If we keep with Rose, two: English and Spanish.

To expand, the following know English and another language: Akash knows Hindi; Wade, Teo, and Niri know ASL (and Parker knows quite a bit but isn't as fluent) and Wade also knows another Alii sign language; Gwen also knows Spanish and Italian. All of them know English. I'd assume Gabriel was taught whatever Alii language his parents know. That's all I got so far.

Alium language is weird because I've considered that some sort of universal translator is definitely working. Some telepathic technology that helps everyone understand each other. I don't have anything in stone, but if this is the case, then technically Carmen, Jedi, Carla, and George would not be speaking English and instead the Alii version of their region's language.

But honestly, who cares? Accept it!!!

Hope this was good enough of an answer!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[dailysimoneashley]

Actress Simone Ashley, 27, grew up in Surrey before moving to Los Angeles alone at 17. She found fame starring in Netflix’s Sex Education, watched by 40 million in its first month. She starred in season two of Bridgerton, which became Netflix’s most watched show in English in its first week. She lives in London ~ Times UK

Teachers called me “the brown girl” at school. I remember if I ever failed a test or misbehaved, the teachers would say, “Which one? Oh, the brown girl.” My first kiss was with a really popular boy in primary school but he denied it to our friends and said, “I would never kiss the brown girl.” I don’t speak about it much because I don’t want it to sound like trauma porn, but it is very real.

I didn’t grow up in a world where people would say, “You’re brown and beautiful.” I have always loved the colour of my skin. But the more I work in this industry, I look back and think no young person should ever feel discriminated against like I was.

We had champagne after we finished the sex scenes in Bridgerton. It felt like we’d done the hardest bit of the whole 11-month shoot. We did all of our intimacy scenes in one week. It’s a lot, gearing up for that every day and making sure you have enough sleep, doing whatever you have to do to make you feel ready. I am confident in myself and my body.

Therapy helps me clear my head. It can be a bit of a circus in this industry. There have been times when it was overwhelming, lonely and all a little bit crazy. The worst thing to do is to feel like the world is against you. Therapy has helped me learn how to communicate better, control my emotions and find useful skills for when things feel overwhelming. It means I can not take life so seriously and just enjoy it. If you can afford therapy, it’s an interesting way to learn more about yourself. Taking responsibility for yourself and who you are as an adult is important.

Corsets push everything down to the bottom of your stomach. That means when you take them off, you’ve got a little bump. I hated wearing those corsets filming Bridgerton. They’re so beautiful, but I hate them – never again! Luckily, we’re allowed to wear bras now instead and that has changed everything for me. I can do a 12-hour day and feel comfortable.

Going to an all-girls’ school made me grow up late. I was late to the part where I was interested in boys, and other parts of being a teenage girl. I was very much still a child when I was 14 or 15.

My mum tried to teach us Hindi and Tamil, but we grew up watching Lindsay Lohan in The Parent Trap. Growing up between England and California, it was hard for me to tap into that. My mum would speak on the phone in Hindi, or talk to us in it, and I understood it. That ability has gone now, but I feel at home when I hear other people speaking it. Because I left home so young, I didn’t have the means or freedom to spend much time with my family in India. My mum also made me play French video games, so I learnt bits of French.

I wasn’t happy in England as a teenager. All of us have had a bit of a rough time at school. But I felt happy in California, where I spent a lot of time as a kid.

I want to give more people tattoos. When I was bored in Los Angeles in lockdown, I did lots of stuff like tie-dying and learning a language. Then I realised how easy it was to get a rotary tattoo pen, found a nice design and gave myself a tattoo. On some sets that I work on, people are like, “Cool, when we wrap, give me a tattoo.”

My white male counterparts have had it very differently from me. They have more of a voice. I have had to work harder to have that kind of equality. I have learnt to have my own power. I might be different, but if I respect myself and use my voice, eventually the people around me will give me that same treatment.

Empowering a minority shouldn’t be taboo. Especially in the UK, we love Indian food, we watch so many movies inspired by Bollywood music. The people from that community deserve to be empowered and loved. It shouldn’t be a taboo thing to say, you’re brown and amazing.

Simone Ashley stars in a short film for Johnnie Walker’s Bold Steps campaign with Diet Paratha

[theultrablog]

Pulp Storytime #56: Translation TERROR!

The thing about being a goddess: there’s no retirement plan. Our session had tons of players (six, then a seventh briefly who had to go), so it wasn’t rife with incident. instead, we had some laughs and some intense emotional scenes. The group traveled to India to put a stop to the Red Jasmine Cult. On board a train, Devika decided to prank the Westerners by making their meals extra spicy. She didn’t know at the time that the food was already spiked with mystic peppers! — — — The players got to the villain’s lair. Mr. Bingham and Lord Simon were on sneak-around duty. They found a few cult prayer books, but the GM grinned wickedly when he said that the villain’s diary was written in Hindi. Bingen reminded the GM that he possessed a common butler item once per session, and he brought a translation dictionary. The last moment was the heartfelt one. it turned out one of the major players in the cult was Devika’s uncle Goga! He had sold her to the RJC after her parent’s death, since he was an itinerant alcoholic. Now he seems to have cleaned up his act and attained great mystical power. Everyone was raring mad, eager to kill him, especially Lala Santinella, Devika’s adopted mother. Everyone except Devika, who got him alone and poured her heart out about how she missed him. She had observed plenty of broken homes. Love wouldn’t have bridged the gap. The cult may have left her tremendously bored and stifled her education, but there was food, shelter and respect, more than most kids got in 1934. Goga’s mystical powers were ineffective. His evil plan to turn her into a living goddess, conquering Asia and then the world, couldn’t stand up to a breathtaking guilt trip.

[ambiguous-sanskars]

Hi guys! This is Part 1 of a prompt fill for my dear friend @vijayasena <3 Hope y'all like it!

Read on AO3 (click for additional tags, notes, and translations!)

There was fire, a single-minded force that forged its path on the ashes of the bodies it had burned.

There was water, a devotion so potent that you lost yourself in its gentleness, only to wake up six feet under.

And then there was air, a lightness that left no footprints, which held the power to both stoke and extinguish the flames.

***

“Annayya, please! Carry me for a little longer!”

“Akhtar, you’re so heavy. And annoying,” Ram said, aiming for irritation and missing by a mile.

“And whose fault is it that I had to dance so long? You couldn’t have lost sooner?”

“That’s it, I’m leaving you in the roadside gutter-”

The honk of a car horn stopped them in their tracks.

“Hey!” Jenny called, rolling up next to them. “Need a ride?”

“Akhtar does,” Ram offered immediately. Akhtar got down, giving Jenny a sheepish grin.

“Want to come to my place for coffee?” Jenny asked him. Akhtar looked at Ram, who was already beginning to translate.

When he heard the offer, Akhtar’s eyes widened in anticipation. This was his one golden opportunity to reach Malli. He nodded enthusiastically.

“Sorry,” Jenny said to Ram as Akhtar got in the car. “I’d give you a ride too, but there isn’t room.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” Ram said with a wink. “I’m waiting for a friend.”

As they drove away, Ram stared after the car. There was something about that paint-

The roar of a motorbike interrupted his thoughts. It screeched to a halt in front of him. When the dust cleared, he realized that the rider was watching him with an amused gaze.

“Hi,” she said. “Need a ride?”

“Uh,” Ram stammered. “No, I’m waiting for-”

“A friend, yeah, I heard. I figured that was a clever little lie so you could set your friend up with gori-memsaab.”

“Um-”

“Come on, sit! Let’s go to the train station.”

Ram finally seemed to recover his wits. “What, you want to elope already? We just met,” he teased.

The biker grinned widely. “The station has the best chai.”

“I don’t know, I think they use too much saffron,” Ram bantered as climbed onto the bike behind her.

She scoffed. “You mean the stuff the British are colonizing us for? Better get some while it lasts.”

***

“So, stranger,” Ram said as he walked two cups of chai to the bench, handing one to the biker.

“Sakshi.”

“Sakshi,” Ram repeated. “Nice to meet you. I’m Ram.”

“Big shoes to fill, with a name like that. I’ve always wondered why parents name their kids after the gods.”

“Does the name really define the person?”

“It can,” Sakshi shrugged.

They sipped their chai in companionable silence. Ram turned to look at her.

“What?” she asked.

“Sakshi means… witness.”

She laughed. “And what do you make of that?”

“I don’t know,” Ram said, smiling with a light shake of his head. “I don’t know.”

“So what do you do?” Sakshi asked after a beat.

“Do?”

“You don’t have a job?”

“Oh, yeah- I mean, no,” Ram fumbled. He couldn’t very well tell her he was a high-ranking officer with the British police. And he definitely couldn’t tell her that he was a rebel.

“Then how the hell did you get into Scott’s party?”

Ram startled. “How did you know-”

“Relax, I’m a historian at the mansion. That’s why I was there. You dance well, by the way.”

Ram tried and failed not to blush. He felt a twinge of regret for not having noticed Sakshi back at the party.

“What need does the governor have for a historian?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Eh, you know. Facilitating interaction with the locals, teaching the Brits Hindi and basic cultural stuff. Keeping records.”

“I’m a guard. At the mansion,” Ram lied.

“Really? I feel like I would’ve seen you around.”

“I’m kind of new.”

Sakshi smiled. “I’ll keep an eye out for you, then.”

***

Later that evening, Sakshi pulled up in front of Ram’s house.

“Hey, wake up. You’re home,” she said, gently jostling his head where it lay on her shoulder.

Ram snapped awake, looking around frantically. “Wha-”

“Relax, it’s just me. You fell asleep. Long day, eh?” Sakshi asked with a grin.

Ram blinked in disbelief. He was not in the habit of trusting people enough to fall asleep on the back of their motorcycles. At least not until he had met Akhtar.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“For what?” Sakshi asked, voice fond.

“Come in for chai, please?”

“We just drank chai.”

“That was 4 hours ago.”

Sakshi conceded with an indulgent sigh, turning the motorbike off and following Ram into his house.

Someone was already there.

“Akhtar?” Ram asked in surprise. Akhtar was sitting at the foot of Ram’s desk, lost in thought, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He looked like he had been crying.

Ram quickly knelt in front of him. “Akhtar, what’s wrong? What happened? When did you come back?” A thought occurred to him. “Oh my god. Did something happen at Jenny’s?” He ran his hands down Akhtar’s shoulders and arms, looking for signs of injury. “Are you hurt? Did one of the guards-”

Akhtar met Ram’s gaze, shaking his head. “Annayya, I’m fine. Please don’t worry, I’m not hurt.”

“Then why-”

Akhtar drew a breath to say something, and then abruptly changed his mind. He looked at Ram with tears in his eyes. “I fear I will say too much. Don’t ask me anything, Annayya. You know I cannot lie to you.”

Ram had never seen Akhtar look quite so fragile, and it was breaking his heart.

“Okay, okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around Akhtar and holding him close. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything. I won’t push. Don’t cry, it’s okay.”

“Do they even see us as human, Annayya?” Akhtar wept into Ram’s shoulder, the memory of Malli in that cage seared into his mind. “What have we ever done to them that they- they…”

“Nothing, you’ve done nothing wrong. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have sent you alone with her-”

Akhtar pulled back, shaking his head. “No, Annayya, it wasn’t Jenny. She is very kind to me. It was nice to spend time with her. There were just other things that were… not so nice.”

Worry and helplessness swirled like a storm in Ram’s chest. “You know you can tell me anything, right, Akhtar?”

Akhtar wiped his eyes, smiling genuinely. “I know. I know. But you haven’t even told me who you brought home with you.” He looked at Sakshi, who was standing inconspicuously by the door.

Ram turned, tentatively holding his hand out to her. She took it immediately, making Ram blush despite himself.

“Akhtar, this is Sakshi. My friend.”

Sakshi crouched down next to Ram so she could be face to face with Akhtar.

“Hi, Akhtar,” she said, reaching out to brush a tear from his cheek with the easy familiarity of someone who’d known him for ages. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Akhtar looked at the two of them. At the faint pink on Ram’s cheeks. At how comfortable Sakshi seemed, squatting amidst the piles of books. At how they were still holding hands.

Akhtar smiled. “Welcome, Vadina.”

Sakshi couldn’t help the grin that lit up her face like a thousand suns. Ram choked on air, blushing deeper.

“Akhtar!” he scolded.

Akhtar ignored him. To Sakshi, he continued, “Please have a seat. I’ll make chai.”

He brushed past them into the kitchen. Ram stared after him in bewilderment.

“That boy will be the death of me,” Ram said.

Sakshi laughed. “We should listen to him. Please tell me you have a couch or a chair somewhere under all these books.”

“Very funny. Come on.”

They settled on the couch, sitting shoulder to shoulder with their hands intertwined, exchanging soft conversation. The fragrance of elaichi and ginger drifted lazily from the kitchen.

“I should go help him,” Ram said after several minutes. “It’s your first time here, I wanted you to taste my chai recipe.”

Sakshi hummed thoughtfully, resting her head on his shoulder. “Is it better than Akhtar’s?”

Ram paused. “No, I guess not. He’s got a way with spices.”

“Then it’s all good. We’ll have plenty more chances to have chai.”

“I should at least help him bring the cups,” Ram sighed, reluctantly detangling himself from their cuddle. “I’ll be right back.”

Ram stepped into the kitchen just as Akhtar finished pouring the chai into the clay cups, humming softly as he worked. As he moved to pick up the tray, Ram stopped him.

“Akhtar, leave it. How much work will you do? You are a guest; go and sit comfortably, I’ll serve.”

Akhtar turned to Ram with wide eyes, looking hurt.

“Annayya, I came here thinking I was coming to my own home. Why do you estrange me by calling me a guest?”

“No, Akhtar, that’s not what I meant,” Ram amended immediately. He lovingly cupped Akhtar’s cheek. “Everything that’s mine is first yours. It’s just that you’ve had a long day, and I want you to rest.”

Akhtar smiled. “Annayya, I insist. Go and sit with Sakshi-vadina. It’s no great effort to bring out a tray of chai.”

“Akhtar-”

“Go!”

“Okay, okay. I’m going.”

“What happened?” Sakshi asked when Ram returned empty-handed.

“He kicked me out.”

“You got kicked out of your own kitchen?”

“See, the things I have to deal with,” Ram said with an exaggerated sigh, curling up on the couch next to Sakshi.

“Chai!” Akhtar announced, bringing in the tray with cups and neatly stacked snacks.

“Oh, this smells divine,” Sakshi said as she took a cup.

The conversation flowed easily for the next several hours. It was nearly 2AM when Ram managed to yawn so widely that his jaw cracked, causing Sakshi and Akhtar to pause their conversation to laugh at him.

“And that’s my cue,” Akhtar said, standing up to leave.

“Sit down,” Ram ordered. “Where do you think you’re going so late at night? I have an extra blanket, you can stay here.”

“Annayya, any other night and I absolutely would. But today I have some important work.”

“What work could you possibly have at this hour?”

Akhtar looked at the floor, expression clouding. The atmosphere in the room shifted; what had felt like family seconds before suddenly felt like three colleagues in an awkward work meeting.

Ram shook his head to clear it. “Okay, fine. Drive safely.”

Akhtar hesitated. “Annayya, I’m sorry if I-”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Ram was no stranger to keeping secrets; he of all people had no right to begrudge Akhtar his personal life. “Go do your work. I wish you every success.”

“Thank you, Annayya. That means more than you could know.” Akhtar turned to Sakshi. “Good night, Vadina.”

They watched Akhtar’s motorcycle roar down the street. Then Ram turned to Sakshi.

“And what is your plan?”

Sakshi sighed wistfully. “I also have somewhere I need to be tonight.”

“Okay.” Ram eyed the dark streets suspiciously. “Are you sure it’s not too late to be out here alone?”

Sakshi tossed her hair to get it out of her face as she climbed onto her motorbike. It was such a mundane gesture, but Ram was transfixed by the way the orange streetlights glinted off her locks. As though for a second, she was engulfed in flames.

“Ram!”

Ram snapped out of it to find Sakshi cocking an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, what?”

“You seem lost.”

Ram shook his head. “I’m worried. Should I drop you home?”

“Your poor horse is fast asleep.”

“He won’t mind being woken up.”

“Relax, Ram. I know this city like the back of my hand. There isn’t a being alive here who can hurt me. Believe me, several have tried.”

With that, Sakshi revved her engine and sped off into the night.

Ram returned to his living room, already missing the warmth and laughter from just a few minutes ago. As he walked the tray of empty cups back to the kitchen, he stopped. Something in the corner of his mind was nagging him.

He paused, carefully going over the interactions of the past few hours. What had he missed? He set the tray down next to the sink. That’s when it hit him.

When he’d walked into the kitchen earlier to help Akhtar, Akhtar had been humming a tune. Something familiar that Ram hadn’t clocked as significant at the time. He tried to recall it now.

Where had he heard that song before?

The girl in the mansion. The one who’d been kidnapped. What was her name? Malli. That was Malli’s song.

But Malli was a tribal girl, and the song was a Gond folk song. Akhtar had lived in Delhi all his life. So how could he have known it?

Unless…

Ram took embarrassingly long to put two and two together. As the realization dawned, a crushing pressure in his chest forced him to his knees. He couldn’t breathe.

I’m dying, Ram thought. Please. Please let me die.

After a minute, the thoughts and the pain dissipated, leaving behind pure, unadulterated rage. Ram got to his feet with a guttural shout. He swiped the tray off the counter, causing the clay cups to shatter against the tile. Unsatisfied, he turned and punched a hole straight through the kitchen wall. Then he stormed into the living room and kicked over his desk, sending papers flying.

In the end, there was no decision to be made. His fate was written in his father’s blood. He had no more say in his life than a sword did in the hands of its wielder.

He put on his uniform and ran out the door.

***

“Thoughts?”

“Yes. You’re afraid of him.”

“It’s not impressive to deduce that. I’ve admitted as much. My question is, am I right to be?”

Sakshi paused. “He is loyal, I believe. He did not reveal his rank, but he also did not deny serving the throne.”

“What did he say?”

“That he was a guard, sir.”

“Hmm,” Governor Scott turned to face her. “And did he buy into your little act?”

Sakshi smirked. “It wasn’t hard, sir. I expected to have to break through more walls. But I guess when you’ve been alone for so long, you’ll let anybody in.”

“Not just anybody, Sakshi. You. You have talent.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You know, in many ways you remind me of the little girl.”

Sakshi’s brow furrowed. “What girl?”

“Ah, some tribal girl,” Scott said with a wave of his hand. “Talented artist. Voice like honey. Catherine heard her sing once and decided she just had to have her.”

“Have her? Meaning?”

“I think she gave the tribals a full 50 paisa for her. I’ve told Catherine many times that it’s not necessary to be so generous. Spoils them. Makes them feel entitled. But she doesn’t listen.”

“50 paisa?” Sakshi’s face grew ashen.

Scott narrowed his eyes. “Those people are savages, Sakshi. You know that. The girl is a hundred times better off here than with them. Did you forget what they did to your mother?”

Sakshi inhaled sharply.

“Yes,” Scott said. “That’s what I thought.” He turned back to face the window. “Keep a close eye on Ram. I’ve noticed a change in him, of late. If his loyalties are shifting, I want to be the first to know.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We are fighting for a great purpose here, Sakshi. We are fighting to bring civilization to barbarian lands. We are fighting so that no woman is ever burned to death on her husband’s pyre again.”

The memory of her mother’s screams echoed through 20 years of time. Sakshi’s resolve hardened.

“I won’t let you down, sir.”

“Good.”

Sakshi walked back to the inner chambers. She’d largely grown up in this mansion. She wasn’t in the habit of looking back. But today, as she passed a dark corridor she’d gotten used to ignoring, she stopped. What was down there?

Sakshi had tried exploring it once. It had been way back when she was a child, new to the mansion, wide-eyed and curious. She hasn’t made it very far. It was the only time the governor had ever disciplined her with a whip.

With a furtive glance over her shoulder, Sakshi turned down the hallway. It seemed to go on forever. At the end was a… cell? Certainly not enough privacy to call it a room. There wasn’t so much as a curtain hanging over the metal bars.

On the bare-bones cot lay a child, curled up in the fetal position. She couldn’t have been more than 9 years old. Sakshi’s heart dropped. How long had she been here?

A horrible thought occurred to Sakshi. What if this girl wasn’t the only one? This corridor had been here for as long as Sakshi could remember, and she hadn’t wandered down here once. How many innocents had been trapped here over the course of her life?

Sakshi fought down a wave of nausea. She was going to come back. She was going to get this child out of here, Governor Scott be damned.

Sakshi had always believed her life had improved after Scott brought her to the mansion as a child. But somehow, the thought of another child meeting the same fate, or worse, set off alarm bells in her head.

She was no longer a person, Sakshi realized. She was a weapon. Scott’s weapon. She couldn’t allow that to happen to this girl, too.

[succiducus]

{uraz kaygılaroğlu, 34, agender, he/they/she} We are so glad to see you safe, ADVISOR ABDULLAH MACKENZIE of SCOTLAND! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are CALCULATIVE and DEDICATED enough to handle it. Just don’t let your RECKLESSNESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out after the reckoning your heart is no longer in the rebellion.

b a s i c s //

birth name: murat abdullah mackenzie

nickname: abby

birthday: march 31st (aries)

occupation: royal advisor to the stuarts

orientation: demi-romantic / pansexual

status: single-ish

languages: english, scottish gaelic (native). persian, hindi, japanese (fluent). german, amharic, sanskrit (conversational).

character influences: brian kinney (queer as folk), link & ganondorf (tloz), aragorn (lotr), indra (the 100), uchiha madara (naruto).

tarot card: strength

p r o l o g u e //

crooked by nature, they have always had a knack for manipulation and persuasion - nurture worsened it. selfish; power-hungry; proud; a perfect canvas for the pursuits of the family that they'd been adopted into and admittedly for their own gain. freedom granted them invisibility and they remain clutched onto that to this day. they've slipped into and out of many empires, left impacts, bought loyalties but as chaotic as they are, they're not simpleminded. they make calculative decisions and take well thought out actions for the gain of themselves and the mackenzies. prepared, intuitive, controlled - sometimes they seem outwardly unapproachable, they led their army with a strong hand, charm their way through awkward situations, and work hard regardless of their reasonings for doing so. they have two faces and only those loyal to the mackenzies know which one is real. they will stop at nothing to attain what they want.

a c t i : l a l q i l a //

The Mughal Empire had always been, to him, a means to an end. After his discharge from the Scottish military, being reassigned to a new empire to help aid the rebellion in any way that he could, he thought that settling in Delhi was temporary, that he would not grow attached to the people, sights, and sounds that surrounded him on a daily basis, however, that was far from the case. Assuming a new identity, working his way through the ranks of their military, making connections and friendships (even if surface level), and getting acquainted with a culture that his birth parents had fallen in love with after leaving Scotland wasn't supposed to leave a mark on him, but it did. The Grand Memoriam; reconnecting with Cailean and his sisters; hearing the loud accents of the Scottish court in the dining hall; followed shortly by invasions, political fights, chaos, and watching his heart face death once more pushed Abdullah from a state of clarity into one of complete and utter exhaustion. He decided to resign from his position as commander, swear fealty to Claire Stuart, and return home. The Reckoning shook him far beyond exhaustion; it cemented his love for the empire in his heart.

t i m e s k i p //

Grief was not new to Abdullah. He had been mourning Scotland and his place within it for years before The Reckoning took the rulers of the Mughal Empire from him. However, the loss struck him harder than he thought it might. Grown accustomed to serving them, to his every thought encompassing their safety and safety of their empire, suddenly being without all of it made guilt trickle into the space between his ribs. He struggled with this for the majority of their journey home, tried his best to smile when he was supposed to smile; one might say that his years of pretending came in handy when asked if he was glad to be home by fellow clansmen and their family friends. It was interesting, he supposed, how being back on the moors of Scotland didn't remove the sting of having to leave India behind. With news of it's descent into chaos reaching him, the guilt of leaving it defenceless when he did, lingered. But, somewhere between training with his mother in the halls of Castle Stuart and sliding into bed next to the youngest Fergusson, his grief disappeared and was replaced by a warmth that was often threatened by the thought of what those he cared about most were doing behind the scenes. You see, even with the new reign among them, the rebels that he had once proudly stood with were strong, perhaps, even stronger than ever, and in the land under Stuart reign, whether by one monarch or by four, rebels careless enough to get caught were hung. Once a thought that made him chuckle, the reality of losing those he cared about to something they could choose to refrain from started to make him weary.

p r e s e n t d a y //

Exhausted by his days in the military and the monotony of daily life now that he's back home, when the opportunity to put his mind to use once more approached him, he took it. From Mughal Commander to Royal Advisor, Abdullah is settling into his position comfortably while still training under his mother's guidances to become Duke after her retirement - the most prominent issue? He's starting to see each Stuart as people and not monarchs, an issue for the once rebel still lurking under the surface. For now, he's keeping up appearances for the sake of his parents and lover, however, he's come to the realization that the exhaustion from years of pretending is finally catching up with him and if he had to be honest? He simply wished to wake up to the sun illuminating red hair, the loud purr of Mor, and the smell of grass fluttering in through the open window of their bedroom. He supposed, being so close to love and it's beauty had made him soft - he could no longer stomach the rebellion and what it had the potential to take from him.

c o n n e c t i o n s //

cordelia mackenzie (sister) - to be written

karolina mackenzie (sister) - to be written

cailean fergusson (soul-mate) - they have been caught in a dance of cat and mouse for decades, unable to shed their emotional attachment to one another. they fall apart, put distance between themselves, however the universe brings them back together, often stronger than the last time their souls tangled. once on the same side of the coin, they now faced the unique challenge of being on opposites. its led to countless arguments and skirting around the topic of the scottish monarchy yet underneath all of the anger and frustration, they make moves toward one another and for each other out of love, even if they cannot admit aloud quite yet.

[atimefordragons]

ROOP AISA SUHANA MERA CHAAND BHI HAI DEEWANA MERA

☾♔; March 12, 2024 ☾♔; 12:19pm ☾♔; sotd: Chammak Challo (iconic forever Akon) ☾♔; cotd: Artizea Rozan Evron ☾♔; Thistle Grove Academy ☾♔; Audition

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: adapted lyrics from Bole Chudiyan, the original lyrics are "roop aisa suhana tera, chaand bhi hai deewana tera", basically translates to "You're so pretty, even the moon is crazy about you", and I just changed the you to me.

urg, remembered why I do not like making sets on urstyle. the page fucking AUTORELOADED, got stuck, had to reload my draft and of course, items shifted. luckily I only finished one tiny corner and didn't have to start over. what bakwas yaar. and I forgot to do the zoom trick the first time I published! I can't see it, but shit probably shifted somewhere. 😩😩😩😩😩

https://urstyle.fashion/groups/thistle-grove-academyhttps://urstyle.fashion/groups/thistle-grove-academyhttps://urstyle.fashion/groups/thistle-grove-academy

a not insignificant amount of my inspiration came from the Ambani wedding, because holy fuck. you might be rich, but are you not THAT rich. And fr, it really highlighted a lot of vieux vs nouveau riche differences, cause the richest man in the world is again Jeff Bezos, but he would not be able to get celebrities to pile onto greyhound buses to attend AND perform at his wedding.

𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Peony 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Laila Raichand (hindi: लैला रायचंद, arabic: رايشاند ليلى) 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬): Lulu, Laddo (not a fan of either, use of the latter is limited to Dadi and Daddy) 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 17 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: cis-female 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝��𝐲: Feb 19 𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜: Pisces

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: her family. asoiaf (always with daenerys, the one true EMPRESS). dior. cold coffees. caramel. journaling (she does exchanges with her cousins, it's fun and cute watching bade bhaiyah try). red lipsticks. seaside views. karan johar films. yash chopra films. FROZEN (lovesss Elsa, though relates more to Anna). villainess manwha. sailor moon. chanel. disney.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: game of thrones. the goddamn patriarchy, like come on. america (just as a whole, she's written it off, just become a new country and try again). western perceptions of south asia and the middle east. culottes. bugs, just no. oversharers, like people who've known you for only 10 minutes and proceed to dump their WHOLE tragic life story on you, buddy, I don't know you, I don't want to know about your traumas.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭: Recruit.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Laila is headstrong, opinionated, and very stubborn. She knows what she likes and doesn't like, and has no qualms about making those feelings known. She does not believe in "giving grace" to people's bullshit, you can have grace if you're a kid, if you're old enough to know better, you should act better. She can seem mean, and that's not unfair, she's VERY biased towards everyone who she considers as part of her circle, if you're outside of that, she can be extremely vicious, especially if you dare to hurt even a hair of one her people. She's not a big believer in forgiveness or second chances. One and done, hun.

Laila is very much the spoiled youngest child, and spoiled only child. She's the only child of her parents, and the youngest of all her cousins, thus getting double doting, and that shows. She's always done whatever she's wanted and gotten away with it very easily. She can be a little (a lot) narcissistic, and vain, but she's not naive nor does she live in a delusional, la la land fantasy where everything is about her and she's the centre of the universe. She does not think that, HOWEVER, she is very aware that due to her very lucky circumstances, a loving, powerful family, she can do whatever the fuck she wants, she doesn't have any pressure to do anything, there's no "you must marry a good/rich man, you must do this job, you must inherit this magic or this business", she's the baby princess, and she knows well how to take full advantage of that.

Laila is a little aloof and not particularly easy to get close to, though she can get along perfectly fine with people, she doesn't really bother to get to know them herself, and considers anyone outside of her circle as simply an extra in her life. She's not interested in being the centre of everyone's attention, except of course when it comes to her family, but that's just youngest child things. She has no problem speaking up in class, but prefers to do her own thing with her friends, and can be a little snobby, especially towards strangers. While she's not inconsiderate, she also won't act to spare someone's feelings. If you're not her friend, you're not her friend, she'll absolutely help a girl out in a sticky situation (always be a girl's girl), but you don't need to have brunch with her afterwards.

𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞: Laila's personal style is "whatever I like", but in general her wardrobe tends towards classic, chic, and preppy clothes. When it comes to "ethnic" wear, she generally prefers Pakistani salwars, and relies on big brands like Sabyasachi and Manish Malhotra for more oppulent event wear. She also prefers salwars and lahengas over sarees, they're pretty but a hassle to wear. She can wear it so long as someone puts it on for her. She also HATES that the culotte trend is back and cannot wait for it die again. Laila is also very much a heel girl, from the first moment she ever got a pair. She's tiny, she needs that feeling of power.

𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲: Daughter of Turkish business woman Aleyna Burakgazi and Indian RAW Agent Vikrant Raichand, Laila is a djinn through her mother, though her father's family is no stranger to the supernatural either. While her father is by all means a normal (aside from his abs, they are not normal), her grandmother is an Astradhari, the bearer of an astra, a divine weapon, specifically the Agneyastra, the astra of the God Agni. She is also deeply knowledgeable about Kala Jadoo (black magic), but claims she does not practise it. It's a very unreliable claim 'cause it's well known that Dadi (paternal grandma) will fuck you up. While their grandmother has not yet decided which heir to make her successor and pass her astra on to, she has made sure to educate all of them of the power of Astras, the Gods, and kala jadoo.

Laila lived with her mother and more immediate extended paternal family (so her father's brother, his family, and their mother) in India until she was about 7, at which point she and her mother moved to Dubai, where her mother took over Raichand Industries Middle East interests. Her father often travels for work, and cannot maintain contact for extended periods of time, so his presence wasn't as constant as his family's, but whenever present he is always doting and spends time with her and her mother. She is definitely a daddy's girl, he's not the whole cause, but a significant amount of her being spoiled is absolutely his fault. But she is also very close to her mother and admires her very much.

Laila does not exactly have the best track record of controlling her djinn abilities, especially when she's angered. It wasn't too much of a problem growing up, she's mostly a homebody and surrounded by family, and people who know about the magical world, so losing control could be easily covered up and often didn't even need to be. However, one time, she, her best friends Kiran and Isabella, and some other friends went to a concert and as they were leaving, some grown ass adult kept hitting on Kiran, and they were literally 12 years old at the time, how disgusting. It was a kids concert too, like what is that guy even doing? Trash. In her annoyance, Laila exploded his hands, she wasn't aiming to do that, but she has no regrets either. That was a little bit harder to cover up, since it was in public, but ya know, it's Dubai, they're rich, buh-bai pedo. This was not the only time she lost control, but she assumes it was probably this incident that got her on the academy's radar.

Before getting the email, Laila was all set to continue her high school level education at the private school she was attending. Honestly, at first she thought it was spam, all the magic training she's received so far has been passed down generation to generation within family, so she wasn't even aware of Thistle Grove Academy's existence. She was unsure of whether or not to attend, she's already got her dadi and taiji (paternal aunt-in-law) for deeper magical instruction, her mommy for the basics, and she's a Raichand, she can get anything she needs at any time. Ultimately, she was convinced to attend by her one of her besties, Isabella, who is a legacy at Thistle Grove and also got the email.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: Djinn (also romanized as jinn, anglicized as genies, as a being can also be analogous to an angel, demon, or fairy, but none are entirely accurate)

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜: Laila has a number of abilities as a Djinn, such as shapeshifting, mind control, astral projection and body possession, however, ultimately each distinct ability is governed by the same factor and all of them can be classified under the singular power of "Essokinesis", the ability to control reality, though Laila was taught that her power is to make HER wishes come true. Some guy touches her friend and she wants his bones to explode? Okay, boom. Papa's work trip is taking too long, oops, suddenly he's back in India. She wants Valyrian silver-gold hair, she got Valyrian silver-gold hair, that one can at least be hidden easily, you know how awkward it is when you're in the middle of a gun fight in an undisclosed location, and then suddenly poof into the centre of a massive Diwali celebration?

Because her magic is linked to her thoughts and desires, it's hard for Laila to control her abilities and prevent herself from making the silliest thing reality, to forcibly keep her powers from manifesting, she usually wears a simple gold taweez (amulet) given to her by her aunt-in-law's father, Zafar Khan Qadri, who is a Sufi of an Indian branch of the Qadiri Order (as a VERY quick, oversimplified explainary, a Sufi is basically someone who practices Islamic mysticism, honestly of the ones I've met and have been told about, they're more like nerds about magic in relation to Islam rather than a magical priest, but whatever, also Sufism is divided into a bunch of orders which all eventually trace back to Mohammad cause he the OG of everything).

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬: Arabic, Hindi, Urdu, Turkish, English, French, Portugese (Brazilian), Italian, Russian

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ����𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲? Pretty chooses pretty? She honestly doesn't know, the general meaning of Peonies is shame, bashfulness, and anger, and like, anger makes sense, but shame? bashfulness? Laila is opposite of that, she's not cinderella, she's the Prince, what does she have to be ashamed about? The meaning of Peonies in China however fits her more, or rather her family, prosperity and honour certainly vibe with the Raichand's and how they value and market their family name.

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: Bahar Şahin

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝: https://urstyle.fashion/styles/3630790 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: https://urstyle.fashion/collections/229400 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭: https://www.pinterest.ca/evewinterdragon/villainess-barbie/ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1CHLJ7232UMzgbBRjmzTuh?si=bbaeb3521df34663

[elxgantcaptain]

FULL NAME. Captain James Bartholomew Hook NICKNAME. James, Captain, Hook, Jim ALIASES.  Captain Hook, Captain, Cap'n, Hook, Mutiny Red, Scarlet Jim, Codfish, old man, Ol' Feather Hat, worlds most famous crook, Captain Crook, Captain Codfish, Jim, Jimmy PRONOUNS. he / him / his SIZE. 6,7 feet AGE. 49 ZODIAC. virgo SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Latin, Spanish, Arabic, Fairy (not spoken but understands), French, Hindi

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR. black, curly/wavy FACIAL HAIR. Moustache, sometimes stubble SKIN TONE. Olive, sometimes darker/tanned BODY TYPE. Muscular (or dad bod? xD) BOOTY TYPE: Flat? Round? xD idk man VOICE. 'Proper' and well spoken, though susceptible to the pirate slang and dialect. Sing song sort of voice. DOMINANT HAND. right hand, though also left when he had a hand. Though he can still use it well with prosthetics. POSTURE. Straight, though he can appear smaller by haunching over. BIRTHMARKS. On his left ankle he has a birth mark shaped like a rapier sword MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. Pointy moustache, olive green eyes, long black curly hair, scars across his body and missing hand

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ― PLACE OF BIRTH. England, London, most likely in an ally, brothel or shack HOMETOWN. London, around Mayfair SIBLINGS. NONE (that we know of) PARENTS. Father - James Thomas Benedictus Jackson. Mother - Sophronia

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION. Captain and pirate CURRENT RESIDENCE. Jolly Roger/Neverland OR Agrabah (verse dependant) CLOSE FRIENDS. Smee? FINANCIAL STATUS. Rich but hordes treasures DRIVER’S LICENSE. No, man can't even ride a horse without falling off. CRIMINAL RECORD. Yes. He's been wanted, searched for, tried and freed many times VICES. Finding contractual loopholes, or creating them. He gets rather dastardly and unhonorable when he's desperate in a battle. He can be whiny and clingy and has a short temper amongst other things.  

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual, leans stronger towards men PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Wifey PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Bottom. Major bottom. But he can be quite the strong dom when he wants to be. TURN OFFS. Whips, piss, puke and poop :), calling him 'daddy' or codfish. TURN ONS. Power, dirty talk, dominance, commands/orders LOVE LANGUAGE. Quality time, hand holding, snuggles, gift giving, surprise sex. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. He can be very clingy and needy, he CAN do one night stands but not without wanting to cuddle and stay the night first. He craves love and being wanted in such a relationship. When someone wants him back, he attempts to do everything they want in order to keep them there.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER’S THEME TUNE. Captain hook's theme / The Elegant Captain Hook / I'll give you one Guess HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. Writing and sketching in his journals, reading (mostly romance novels and poetry), fishing, free diving, playing his piano. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Right brained SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. 9/10, only cause he can sometimes be self conscious about his scars and stump

tagging: @veldinstar / @shiningsilverarmor and anyone else

[kayetra-spade-queen]

Long time no smack. Been a while.

I've decided to share my Little Singham works I've done since 2023 (separately, of course, and mainly Super Squad cuz that's all I've been drawing lmfao-).

I've already posted these on my Instagram, but I'll post them here too cuz yes-

Base credit: Unknown (DM for removal)

Art by me

Characters from left to right:

Shivaji

I consider him to be the eldest of the group. He works in rapid action force (somewhat in the military category when I looked it up). He's from Chennai, and he had ice powers. A popular guy at his home town, and he's basically the fandom's 2nd crush after LS himself.

Chinnu

A forest ranger from Sundarbans. The only female in the group, I consider her the 2nd oldest after Shivaji. In many of the movies, she was drawn to be taller than everyone else. She had the power of plants and nature (it was mentioned that animals were included, but it was never shown, only plants. Probably since animals is more of LS's territory).

Little Singham

The India's youngest super cop himself, the person this entire show centered upon. I consider him the youngest in the team for this very reason (he is also the team leader). He lives in a double life; a regular kid attending school who goes by the name Ajay (also his actual name), and a super cop for most of his days. Resides in Mirchi Nagar (to which, it was first founded as a kingdom by a king who just loves mirchi, also chilli spices in Hindi). He had the power of a lion, he can communicate with every kinds of animals and basically friends with every beings in the ecosystem (at some point, he had the power of fire as well in Aag Aur Pani ki Takkar, but his fire power status is unknown due to being poisoned by Vish). Low key, had a pretty lonely private life cuz his parents are rarely even home (no fr. His father wasn't even there when he was born, and his mother left him for the sake of welfare of India when he's like, what, 3-4 years old, and he became a super cop at the age of 8). Fought enemies on a daily like, he's godforsaken 9 years old, give mah boi a break, dear God.

Update: he got his fire powers back, it was just blocked by the Vish for a bit. Still didn't use it unless it's really needed.

Veer

A BSF (Border Security Force) soldier in the military. I consider him the 2nd youngest in the team (only a day older than LS, literally). He comes from Punjab, and had the power to shape shift his body into a huge macho form and super strength that could shake the grounds of the earth. He was the first ever squad member to ever join the Super Squad team.

[wakandabiitch2]

I watched Ms.Marvel today for the very first time.All six episodes within a span of 6 hrs and...

She is my girl.Go argue with a stone (Marvel ISTG DONT EVEN THINK ABT IT-)

Idk if it's just me who hasn't seen many posts and tweets yet but why do I see nobody talking abt the show and HER?? Iman Vellani did a very good job ONG LIKE I WANNA PROTECC™ AND HUG HER ANY MOMENT I CAN

I know that representation has always mattered but I understood it on a very deep level today.The joy I felt everytime I heard the people in the show speaking in Hindi and Urdu...maaaann I literally teared up everytime!! "haan chalo beta"🥹🥹🥹 The way Iman portrays Kamala is sooo good and how proud Kamala's Ammi and Abbu were in the last episode GAWD I COULDNT STOP CRYING I'm not kidding ok??Proud best friends,proud brother I WANT AAMIR TO BE MY BROTHER TOO BYE- proud parents,proud community IT WAS SO NICE TO WATCH 😭 Iman is a bundle of cuteness and I will never get over her SHE HAS MY HEART and OMGGG THE WEDDING DANCE GEEZ I LITERALLY PLACED MY PHONE ON A TABLE AND DANCED ALONG TO THE MUSIC and the ILLUMIN-AUNTIES LMAOOOO 😭 and hearing Desi music which were included here and there in every episode MAN THE EMOTIONS AAAANNND TO TOP ALL OF THIS (for me)....

I HAD TO PLACE MY DEVICE DOWN FOR A MINUTE TO PROCESS THIS and the other south indian languages too and OMGGGG THE SONG FROM LINGAA in the first episode I CAN TALK ABT THIS AND THIS ALONE FOR DAYS like I know it's just the title and just the beginning of the song BUT IT'S A WIN FOR ME and hey!!Mr.Farhan Akhtar looked dashing might I add....but Waleed,you will be missed.Thank you ❤️‍🩹

Kamala Khan rlly said "Your new comfort character coming right through" AAAAGGRHRHHHH I will give my life for her when it comes to it- and her powers are so beautiful to look at I MEAN THE VIBRANT COLOURS??!! 😩🤌✨️

And Sadie.KAREN.Deever.I WAS SO MAD WHENEVER SHE SHOWED UP Barging into a mosque JUST LIKE THAT??She was humbled very well at the end tho felt very satisfying😌

Yeah,no,nope.I'm not gonna leave this site without talking abt my boy and my tech wizard BRUNO ("Brian"😭💀) CARELLI you absolute cutie pie TEAM BRUNMAL FOREVER 😍🥰😘❤️✨️

omg what did I come up with -

Look at his face...must protecc™ 🥺🤏

Almost shifted to team K&K (iykyk) and then Najma and the "Clandestines" showed up,everything went downhill and there we go - "Jalebi baby" playing in the bg when he came out of the pool and Nakia and Kamala going "Masha allah" I GIGGLED- ngl when he and Kamala held hands and their powers glowed together AAGHHHH😩🦋🦋 I was like KISS KISS KISS but Bruno showed up lmfaooo sorry I laughed -

NOT TO FORGET Hasan and Aisha OMFGG sunshine boy and grumpy girl at first sight SO TRUE 😭❤️ Hasan saying that he couldn't blame baby Sana for looking at Aisha like she was magic GOOSEBUMPS AND 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Nani,Ammi and my girl bonding 🥹🥹🥹

Ammi said "She's not short.The dress is too long" my heart was so happy and then AUNTIE RUBY came in and she said that she was short and ammi agreed to it too and I was like "Typical" 🙄😮‍💨 It's always the aunties lol

The scenes which showed the after-effects of the 'Partition'...I can't 💔💔💔

ANYWAAAAYYY -

I could go on and on abt this show but I ranted too much already so - 😃✌️🚶🏽‍♀️🏃‍♀️

(Pics - from Pinterest)

[ineffablyrandom]

Solo Travel: El Nido, Palawan

April 24 - April 28, 2023

DAY 1

Actually arrived at NAIA Terminal 3 (Ninoy Aquino International Airport) 6 hours before my flight. 5:30 AM kasi yung flight ko, and since I was traveling alone, my parents told me na mas okay bumyahe ng mas maaga, balak ko kase sana mag Grab papuntang airport ng 2 AM. Sabi ni mama masyadong delikado if mag isa lang ako kahit na mag Grab ako, kaya sinabihan niya ko na pumunta na ng airport ng mga 9 PM. Sabi ni papa mag hotel na lang ako ng malapit sa airport. Pero dahil makulit ako umalis ako sa bahay ng 11 PM, para at least masabi ko man lang na umalis ako ng hindi 2 AM sa bahay. HAHAHAHA. Anyway, hinatid naman ako ng bunso kong kapatid na lalaki tapos sinamahan mag antay nung Grab na ni-book ko. I arrived at the airport ng mga around 12 AM. I self-checked in, got my boarding pass. Nagutom, kumain sa McDo, then waited. Delayed pa yung flight, mga 7 AM na ata nakaalis yung plane.

I arrived in Puerto Princesa around 8 or 9 AM. Pag baba ng plane, bumili ako ng snack kase gutom na ko, kumain ako ng McDo 1 AM, yun yung last na kain ko. Kaya bumili ako ng Chips Delight na cookies and malaking mineral water bottle.

I booked Emerald Travel Agency, so may sumundo sakin (Van) sa Puerto Princesa airport. Bumyahe na ulit from PPS to El Nido. 5 hours ang byahe. May mga stop over naman. I ate lunch pagka stop over.

I arrived at El Nido around 3 PM. Sumakay akong trike (tricycle) papuntang hotel.

My accommodation was in Desert Rose Hotel, in Corong-corong El Nido. I love the place! 10/10! Very quiet and peaceful. I also love the room that they booked me in. Ang laki ng room and spacious din yung CR! My bed was adjacent to a glass sliding door balcony. Beachfront din siya. Very accommodating and sobrang babait din ng owner.

After mag ayos ng gamit, nilagay ko lang yung mga damit ko sa cabinet, nag ayos na ulit ako kase nag decide ako na pumunta sa Lime Resort. Nakita ko sa tiktok na may day pass sila for 600 pesos. Consumable yung 300 pesos sa food and drinks and then may access na din sa rooftop pool nila. I hang out there. Ordered potato wedges and a mango shake, I swam and took pictures and videos. Around 5 or 6 PM I ordered pizza. I went back to my hotel around 7 or 8. Ni-take out ko na lang yung pizza na hindi ko naubos sa Lime Resort. I went to my room, took a shower, hang out at the balcony, eating the pizza and reading the book na dinala ko. Pagod pa ko sa byahe from Manila to El Nido kaya I decided na wag na muna pumuntang bayan, besides may island hopping tour ako ng 8 AM kinabukasan. So by 10 PM I ready myself to sleep. Nag alarm ako to make sure na hindi ako malate sa breakfast ng hotel and may susundo sakin para sa island hopping, para makapag ready pa ko.

DAY 2

I woke up 7 AM, sakto hahahahaha. Di naman ako na-late sa breakfast, they served it sa balcony ng room ko. Kinailangan ko lang mag madali kumain at mag ayos kase by 8 AM may susundo sakin.

I ate breakfast and wore my swimsuit. Yellow bikini, sinuot ko na lang din yung skirt butterfly. Sakto 8 AM sinundo na ko di pa ready yung mga dadalhin ko. I bought dry bag kase sabi nila need daw yun. Nilagay ko lang dun mga essentials, Sunblock lotion, shades, suklay, wallet, phone, power bank, and scarf.

Tour B yung first tour ko.

We went to

Cathedral Cave

Cudognon Cave

Snake Island

Pinagbuyatan

Entalula

Sobrang thankful kay kuyang tour guide! Ang galing kumuha ng pictures and videos. Kahit na mag isa lang ako nag travel to El Nido nakakuha pa din ako ng mga decent pictures and videos.

Sobrang sarap pa ng lunch huhu. Di ko napicturan yung lunch nung first tour tsaka second tour. Yung pang third na tour ko lang napicturan yung lunch.

I also made a friend. A family, pinay and German yung husband and mother in law niya, kasama yung 4 years old nilang anak na lalaki.

After ng island hopping, I went back to the hotel, showered, got ready to go out. 4 or 5 PM ata natapos yung island hopping. Nag lakad ako papuntang highway para maghanap ng trike (tricycle), 100 pesos isang byahe. I went to the town proper. Nag gala gala ako, daming kainan, pumili lang ako ng kainan, I decided I want fries and pasta. So I ordered, carbonara and fries and banana shake. After I ate, nag libot lang ulit ako, went to a bar, had a couple of drinks, hindi masyado kase yun nga, mag isa lang ako and I don't want to be wasted, may island hopping pa ulit ako kinabukasan. Bumili din ako ng t-shirts pang souvenir. Around 10 or 11 PM, I went back to my hotel.

DAY 3

Woke up around 6 AM, got ready para di ako gahol ulit pag sinundo. Para chill lang pag antay. I ate my breakfast as usual. Wore my green one piece swimsuit.

Tour C yung second tour ko

Hidden Beach

Matinloc Shrine

Helicopter Island

Talisay Beach

Small Lagoon

We couldn't go to the Secret Beach kase nagshu-shooting daw yung Survival Philippines dun.

I made new friends, I think mag bestfriend sila, two women from Italy. After daw nila sa El Nido dederetso sila sa Coron.

I also met this Italian guy, I think nasa 30 or 40+ na yung age, I didn't give him my number, but he did gave me his viber number and told me to message him. I didn't message him.

Maaga natapos yung tour, around 3 or 4 PM ata yun. So, after Island hopping, got ready again as usual to go out. I went to Las Cabanas beach, sabi nila maganda daw yung sunset dun, and they were right. I just hang out there. Hinintay yung sunset na bumaba while reading also the book na dinala ko. After ng sunset, kumain ako sa McDo dun sa Las Cabanas hahahahaha. Nag ikot lang ako dun, may cafe, bilihan ng swimsuits and all that. May gym din. After that I went to town proper, naghanap ulit ako ng cafe, nag crave ako sa frappe, tapos bumili ako ng mga pasalubong. Unti unti kase ako bumibili ng pasalubong. I went to Happiness bar and resto, sikat siya eh, nakita ko sa tiktok. HAHAHAHA. I hang out there, made a few friends, then went back to my hotel.

DAY 4

Same as usual, breakfast ano, then nag ready. Wore my sunflower two piece swimsuit. Sinundo ulit. Then deretso sa island hopping.

My last tour was Tour A

Big Lagoon

Shimizu Island

Seven Commando Beach

Secret Lagoon

Payong Payong Beach

After Island hopping nag stay ako saglit sa hotel ko, hinintay ko din yung sunset sa beachfront ng hotel, I took videos, then I went to the town proper again, to buy souvenirs and pasalubong. Nakasalubong ko ulit sila Cora, the family that I made friends with nung Tour B, I also saw the two women I made friends with sa Tour C. Nakalimutan ko name nila HAHAHAHAHA. Hindi ako nagtagal sa town proper after ko bumili ng mga pasalubong I went back na to my hotel, and then I packed, iniwan ko lang yung isang swimsuit na isusuot ko kinabukasan for my last day in Palawan.

DAY 5

I woke up early kase gusto ko maabutan yung sunrise. Wore my red one piece swimsuit.

Around 3 AM sinundo na ko ng trike driver (tour guide).

We went to Nacpan beach, Bulalacao falls, and Lio beach.

9 AM I went back to my hotel kase susunduin ako ng van ng mga 10:30 AM, 7:00 PM ang flight ko pabalik sa Manila.

By 11 AM ako nasundo. I bid my goodbye sa owner ng hotel, 5 hours ulit yung byahe papuntang PPS.

4 or 5 PM ako nakarating ng PPS airport, by 7 PM naka alis na yung plane, 9 PM ng gabi nasa Manila na ko.

Ang babait ng tao sa El Nido, mababait din yung mga trike driver, tour guides, and even the tourists. Everyone is so nice. Sobrang babalikan mo talaga. I never felt scared and threatened kahit na nasa ibang lugar ako at mag isa. I felt confident. All the people there were asking bakit mag isa ako. And sometimes sinasabi nila, "ang tapang mo ah". There's actually a family na nakasama ko din sa tour C, Pilipino. Matanda na yung mom and dad. May kasamang dalawang anak. Teenager yung babae, yung lalaki I think kaedad ko lang. I think they adopted me for a while nung nagtu-tour. Palagi nila ko tinatanong kung gusto ko ba magpa-picture. Palagi nila ko sinasabihan na sumama sa kanila or wag lalayo sa kanila. Kapag sinasamahan ako ni tour guide palagi nila binibilinan na ingatan or bantayan. They all said masyado akong matapang to travel alone. I just laughed. Deep inside I was also so thankful sa kanila. Because I knew ano man ang mangyari there are people na mine-make sure na maayos kang nakabalik ng hotel mo. Walang nang gugulo sayo. Basta all in all traveling alone, I thought may magiging bad experience ako. Since first time ko din, yun talaga inisip ko. Pero my God! Sobrang smooth and enjoy lang talaga. I crave now more to travel alone.

Plus, busog na busog mata ko sa mga pogi. CHARING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I will surely go back! Next time ita-try ko mag DIY na lang at wag na mag book ng travel agency. And maybe next time magsasama na ako. And maybe next time, sana! Mas matagal na stay na sa El Nido! HAHAHAHA.

Coron and Siargao next!

Sobrang saya lang din na naexperience ko mag solo travel and sa isa pa sa mga dream destination ko.

Full na nga yung sched ko ngayong year sa travel.

May - Boracay

June - Ilocos (If hindi matuloy baka sa ibang month, pero sure na mag camping kami sa tanay ng month na to)

July - Zambales

August - Bohol

And binabalak ko pang umalis ulit mag isa ng October or November.

Hopefully, lahat ng travel bucket list. Lahat ng dreams and goals. Mafulfill ko.

Will be posting pictures naman!

[alleanut]

— Itachi Kobayashi

TW: Death ⋆ Suicide

I. INTRO ⋆ II. EXTRA ⋆ III. RELATIONS ⋆ VI. PAST

————————— I. INTRO

AGE: 1954 MENTAL AGE: 38 SPECIES: Azure Dragon GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Unlabeled ETHNICITY: Japanese

—————— I.I Powers & Drawbacks

HYDROKINESIS: Ability to control, generate or absorb water and moisture ——— If he overuses his hydrokinesis, he gets greatly sick RESURRECTION: Ability to come back to life after being killed ——— The only way to actually not come back to life is if he takes his life with his own hands SPIRITUALITY: Ability to see and understand souls while also being able to summon a dragon from his own soul ——— It is very hard for him to use this ability, so when he does he's very exhausted after. Not only that but it's beyond complicated to control, so he has to genuinely focus, which leads to splitting head aches

-—————-————— I.II Personality

——— POSITIVE TRAITS Kind ⋆ Empathetic ⋆ Calm ⋆ Patient ⋆ Open-minded ——— NEGATIVE TRAITS Dishonest ⋆ Unpredictable ⋆ Self-reserved

-—————–———— I.III Appearance

————————— II. EXTRA

PRONOUNS: He / Him NICKNAMES: Ita, Chi-Chi ( pseudonym ), Monsoon BIRTHDAY: February 29th ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces OCUPPATION: Psychologist LIKES: Books, Spending time with his loved ones, Nature DISLIKES: Dealing with William's aggressive outbursts, Crying, His long hair, Not being able to help someone LANGUAGES: Old and Modern Japanese & English, Chinese, Hindi, French, Russian, Arabic, German, Spanish, Serbian

—————— III. RELATIONS

————————————— III.I Family

MOTHER: Fuyuko Kobayashi FATHER: Onyx Kobayashi YOUNGER BROTHER: Aito Kobayashi YOUNGER SISTERS: Sitala Kobayashi, Laelynn Kobayashi EXTENDED FAMILY: The Henderson Family ( "foster" family )

——————————— III.II Romantic

OLD CRUSH: Himari Kim ???: Amelia Cinder

——————-————— III.III Platonic

SOULMATE: Frederick Henderson CLOSE FRIENDS: Greed Harrisburg, Allen Moore, William Isaac Henderson ROOMMATE: Hansuke Yaoyorozu ( "son" )

————————— VI. PAST

——————————— VI.I Childhood

Itachi was the eldest sibling out of everyone, Silata was after him, then Aito and Laelynn was the youngest. He grew up in a kind family, where everyone absolutely adored him. However, in his time, there was an organization of humans who was trying to eradicate creatures who were not human, especially azure dragons. The ironic thing was that the leader of the group was not human himself. His parents decided that if they wanted to keep anyone from their kind alive, they had to sacrifice themselves for their children. All of the four siblings were each given to a different empire, Itachi ended up in the vampire empire. That was the last time he ever saw his parents and he would end up not hearing a word from his family for decades

—————————— VI.II Teenhood

COMING SOON...!!

—————————— VI.III Adulthood

Itachi works daily. He pays his taxes and rent in due time, unlike someone else in his life...( It's William. ) When he needs a breather, he hangs out with his close friends, or goes somewhere with Hansuke for some quality father and son time. He is very satisfied with his life, he's kind to everyone and tries to help as much as he possibly can. It is a life he always wished for in all his years of living. However, he has a secret that he hasn't been able to share for almost a century now

LINKS: Picrew credits to やすばる Superpower Generator