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[lilavatilikeslemons]

Naama Ramayana Series

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शुद्धब्रह्मपरात्पर राम |

śuddhabrahmaparātpara rāma |

Your name is the one to which the lord of Kailasa meditates.

Your complexion is the one which represents all that is encompassed in the universe, in you.

Your eyes are the ones who have overseen justice you have given.

Your hands are the ones who wield the mighty Kodanda.

Your feet are the ones who grant refuge to many.

Your smile is the one that captivates us all.

Your gait is the one that charms whoever you walk past.

Your mercy is the one that cannot even be described- for it is unfathomably deep.

Your valour is the one which protects those who seek you.

Your love is the one which is continuously showered upon all those who come to you.

Your shadow is the one which so many try to follow.

Your stories are the ones which have been spread far and wide, weaved into the daily lives of many.

You are the one who I surrender myself to.

I bow to you, Sri Rama.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

WISHING EVERYONE A VERY, VERY SHUBH DIWALI!

Ok so this naama Ramayana Series has been bugging my brain for a very, very long time, so I decided to inaugurate it on Diwali hehehe

I tried my best to do this- there's so many things I could just yap about him but I limited it to this for now

Who knows I might edit in more idk

As always, I'm open to feedback and constructive criticism!

Once again, wishing everyone a Shubh Diwali!

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

[808trunkgoingcrazy]

RRR is the GAYEST piece of indian television media i have ever consumed no joke

[coupleofdays]

Why Kevin Flynn no longer visits the ENCOM hardware design meetings

The chief engineer of the hardware division of ENCOM stood in front of the office whiteboard, explaining his plans for the newest version of ENCOM’s line of home computers. At one end of the office table sat his fellow engineers, and at the other end sat CEO Kevin Flynn and his colleague Alan Bradley.

The chief engineer was drawing up schematics on the whiteboard while he talked. “Now, in order to stay competitive, we’re of course going to need more RAM…”

There came a sudden laugh from the other end of the table. The engineer paused, and looked at the CEO apprehensively. “Uh, Mr. Flynn, you don’t agree?”

Flynn waved a hand, holding the other over his mouth. “No, of course, you’re absolutely right. I agree, 100%. You can never have enough Ram.”

The engineer smiled, relieved, and began drawing on the whiteboard again, showing how the new machine would be upgraded over the previous version. “Exactly, and that’s why we’ve redesigned the structure of the machine, since there has to be more places where RAM can be inserted…”

A loud, high-pitched snort came from the other end of the table, causing the engineer to flinch. “Mr. Flynn…?”

Flynn was holding one hand over his face, struggling and failing to suppress a fit of intense giggles. “I agree”, he managed to get out. “I agreeheehee…”

The engineers looked at each other uncomfortably. Alan took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

[dunces-hat]

Stephcass batfam AFTG AU

guys. i haven't thought this through at all so bear with me but. batfam AFTG au!!!

THINK ABOUT IT OK kevin is damian and obvi bruce is wymack— i don't even need to say it you can see the parallels-- which makes the Moriyamas the Al Ghuls. Babs is Dan, Dick is Matt, tim is allison (the rich kids lol), and i can’t decide for renee and seth… maybe Helena for one? she doesn’t really match either of them, but maybe Maps for Renee, Helena for Seth (sorry and rip Helena). if anyone knows more about Helena/Harper/Carrie/Bette/etc and think they fit lmk! Betsy would probably be Dinah since i think she’s had a few arcs as a therapist? And if you ignore the abby x wymack thing then Alfred could be Abby

and who is neil you ask? CASS!! i love cassie it's so perfect, the wesninskis are the Cains obviously, maybe cass ran away after her dad killed someone in front of the al ghuls (and, unknown to Cass, tried to sell her to the Al Ghuls to be The One Who Is All) and became a runaway with shiva OR after Cain forced Cass' own first kill she runs away by herself, like in the comics. Instead of damian (kevin) scouting her, it's babs (Dan) getting her into the Bat Cave Court!!

Then she moves to Bruce’s and meets The Monsters (the demons? vampires? vampire bats?); Damian (kevin), Duke (nicky), Jason (aaron), and (drumroll please......🥁🥁🥁🥁) Steph (andrew)!— BARE WITH ME bare with me okay some inconsistencies in character are gonna happen here

Jason and Steph are, obviously, twins separated as babies- but they're fraternal twins, so they look pretty different and are different sexes. Either Willis or Sheila could be Tilda, but whichever pair of parents they had couldn't afford/didn't want two kids so they gave Stephanie to the foster system, causing her to be in and out of foster homes until she was placed with Crystal (Cass) and Arthur Brown. black mask or arthur/cluemaster could be drake :(

Duke, their cousin, wants them to make up but doesn’t know how to (ignore nicky’s advances on every man that breathes, i love him but that does not apply to Duke here lol he is not making moves on anyone here— they are his family). Steph doesn’t consider either of them family, only damian who she protects is family to her.

Then the upperclassmen move in once school starts! i’m throwing the gendered rooms out of here cause it doesn’t fit so Cass shares a room with Seth, Renee (maybe helena and maps? still undecided), and Tim. The Monsters/Vampires/Demons have their room, and Dick and Babs share. 

yeah 👍 i have no more comprehensive ideas anymore but feel free to add! 

this probably way too niche but whatever. if you’re in one of these fandoms join the other one too!!

[twigg96]

Ride Em' Cowboy

Chapter 1: Being Family is a Promise

Pairing: Bull Rider! Daryl X Male! EMT! Reader

Era: Rodeo AU (A Walker Free AU)

Pronouns: He/Him/You

Warnings: Swearing, Merle Dixon, Merle being Merle, Peer Pressure, Bar Scene, Smoking, Blood, light violence, slow burn

Chapter Summery: Daryl is just trying to live his life. But he has obligations that can't be ignored. Obligations to the farm he works on to keep food on the table. Obligations to friends to keep a good repour in the town. Obligations to his last remaining family member to keep him safe from his own self destructive ass.

Cigarette smoke swirled and made the air thick in the little po-dunk bar Merle frequented every single night. Daryl as the younger brother used the excuse that he had to accompany Merle... not just for the free smokes and booze Merle's friends inevitably bestowed upon him seeing him without a beer already firmly in his hand, but... to make sure Merle make it home in one piece alive and well whether he liked it or not. His brother was a bad driver even while sober.

Saddling up to the bar Daryl nursed his fourth beer of the night. Some shitty lager or Lite beer he didn't know the name of that one of Merle's shady biker friends shoved in his hands. "When you ever gonna learn?" The owner of the bar hummed shaking her head. Soft brown eyes conflicted with starlight grey hair. Staring up at the woman through his tipsy haze Daryl clicked his tongue, pulling a pack of Pall Mall Reds out of his breast pocket patting them against the bar's counter top. "Learn wha'?" He slurred, his eyes falling to his hands, flicking open the carton top of his cigarettes. Pulling one out by it's orange filter by his teeth, he wasn't surprised when a clean glass slammed against the counter in front of him. Following pale skin up to her face Daryl stared blankly back at the woman. "Followin' the likes of him around is only gonna drag ya down, pookie." Carol hummed her eyes skating past Daryl's shoulder to a table where Merle was bent over whispering in some pretty little young blonde's ear.

"Dumb sum' bitch..." Daryl huffed, throwing his arm back in his seat. "Bastard jest don't know when ta fuckin' stop." He hissed shoving the carton back in his pocket. Fishing the lighter from another pocket he ignored the forlorn way the owner stared at him. "Maybe... jest remember it ain't always your job ta clean up his messes." She hummed. Turning his glare onto Carol he huffed. "Yeah... and if it ain't then who's fuckin' job is it then?" He growled throwing himself back in his seat.

Taking a long drag from his cigarette he let the smoke linger and burn in his throat and lungs. Turning his glare to the wall full of posters behind Carol, Daryl huffed. Though he could hardly focus long enough on any of them to read the finer print with details and other nesciences, he could read the big bold titles that were meant to catch the eye of any passer by.

Fishing Contest at the Docks!! Bring the kids!!

One said in various fonts and bright bold letters that screamed it was meant for middle aged men and their wives. Daryl huffed rolling his eyes glancing down the bar to his right eyeing a blonde number who was trying almost desperately through her drunken stupor to snap a clear photograph of the poster with her cellphone. He assumed just by looking at her she was a deadbeat single mother. The large fake ass gold hoop earrings. The botched boob job and second hand knockoff designer clothing... Desperate to reconnect with her teenage kids in this last ditch attempt to keep some relevance in their life before they all ran off in their own ways... it was derepressing just to think about.

MISSING DOG: BUSTER WILL PAY REWARD

This poster in particular caught Daryl's attention with the bold capital letters screaming at him. The photo of the dog under the words looked sad, its black eyes wide and tearful, ears back as it looked up at whoever took the picture. Daryl hoped that where ever it ended up the dog ended up safer and happier than it looked there... He also wondered as he lifted his beer to his lips, if Buster was the name of the dog or the man paying the reward for the dog... It wouldn't do much good to go out yelling for the name of your bank when you need a loan would it? So why would he go out screaming some random man's name when he wasn't positive it wasn't the dog's? To top it off, one run over of the poster showed there wasn't a phone number for this person... nor an address... so what? This Buster just wanted to brag that his dog was missing? Or maybe it was a dog family desperately looking for their missing Buster. Now Daryl was really fucking confused...

Finishing his beer in one go to help clear his head he sighed. The damned wall looked like the classified section of the damned newspaper.

Roommate Needed!

Ah yes... strangers in the home were always a fantastic idea. Fucking idiot was going to end up on 60 seconds...

Rodeo This Saturday!

Did Daryl look like a god damned clown? He only tolerated the ranch he worked at for the free food and reduced rent while living on property with Merle. He wasn't about to spend his free time around more animals than he had to.

Greene's Farm Half Price! Tomatoes Carrots Lettuce Peppers - Banana, Jalapeno, Ghost, and Bell Onions Whole Ducks Whole Chickens Eggs - Unsorted! by the dozen + More!

Now that... that Daryl could get behind. The Greene's Farm was a small family owned farm in town. They took care of their own. He appreciated that. Maybe he'd swing down later in the week to restock their fridge. It was looking a little bare.

Glass shattering against the wall Daryl was fixated on pulled him out of his thoughts. Whipping around he had to admit. He wasn't completely surprised to see the heavy set man with a bald head glaring daggers at his older brother. A large arm wrapped tightly around the tiny blonde Merle had just been flirting with. The man's handlebar mustache flared out with every breath he took. Dressed in clothing that was much too expensive for the likes of the hole in the wall bar Daryl cocked his brow wondering what a man like that was ever doing in a town like this in the first place.

"Listen here ya fuckin' no good shit stain." The man growled pointing directly at Merle's chest. "I don't ever wanna see ya near my Lou ever again ya hear! Or I'll paint yer fuckin' brains all over the god damned walls!" He hissed. A reasonable request if anyone asked Daryl. Didn't matter if she were his wife or his daughter... based off the age gap alone he surely hoped it was the latter.

"Now hold on and give me a minute." Merle mused, placing his hands down on the table splaying his fingers wide. A shit eating grin plastering his face. "I didn't even kiss her."

Oh fuck.

The man's face twisted from anger and confusion to rage. "You tryin' ta prove somethin' with that?! I don't give a damn if ya kissed her! Keep yer fuckin' mits off her!" The man screamed turning beat red.

Pushing off his seat Daryl moved to stand behind his brother. Whether it was to pull his ass out of danger or fight alongside him... he wasn't sure yet. But he knew his place and he knew it well.

Merle hummed his grin turning devilish with Daryl by his side. "Well... how about a friendly wager then?" He mused. Fucking asshole.

The man opened his mouth to speak but Merle's hand shot up to interrupt. "My best man against yers... this Saturday."

The fuck did he just say? Eyebrows shooting up way past his hairline Daryl could have cold cocked Merle in the back of the head had the situation been less perilous.

But the man straightened up. Seemingly taking the bet into consideration. At a glance he didn't seem like the type to gamble especially in fights... then again Daryl couldn't exactly judge in other's vices.

"Now hold on I don't even know yer name." The man said skeptically. Good on him.

But the eldest Dixon was cunning. He hadn't gotten out of five separate charges for grand larceny and fraud for nothing. Standing up straight he met the man's eyes. "You mean you ain't never heard of little old me?" He asked. "Name's Merle Dixon." A beat passed where Daryl was positive the man had soused Merle out. He would kick his ass and this charade would end. But instead... he nodded. "Jaxon Porter. You got a team in this weekend's rodeo?" Jaxon asked earnestly.

You've gotta be shi-

Daryl's thoughts were interrupted as Merle nodded reaching behind himself. Patting Daryl's shoulder hard enough to make him stumble forward the younger huffed staring hard and direct to the floor. "Sure do. Matter o' fact. Mah little brotha' is our cowboy in this year's roughstock events. Ain't that right Daryl?" Merle hummed turning a hard threatening glance his way.

Swallowing hard Daryl shuffled his feet. He hated this. He didn't exactly have plans. But he knew how fucking dangerous it all was. He fucked around cleaning enough of the bull's hooves back a the ranch to know how temperamental they were in a stall. On their back? With nothing but a rope? Never having been dehorned? Nah fuck that.

But Merle stared expectantly. The man in white expensive clothing with way too many rings on his hands was eyeing him up like a prized pig. He honestly doubted he even looked the part of a real cowboy.

But then Merle laughed rubbing his back in a way Daryl resented. "Don't worry bout him none. He's the quiet type." He mused to the rich prick. To his surprise the bastard nodded rubbing the stubble on his chin. "Makes sense. Most are." Are what?!

Shaking his head Jaxson looked down at... Lou who nodded excitedly back before meeting Merle's eyes with a gleeful expectant glint tainting her own that Daryl had seen over and over in every five dollar whore Merle brought home.

"Alright... deal. Your boy against mine. If he can out ride 'em you get ta see Lou again..." he sighed. Merle nodded smirking victoriously. "Until then-" He extended his hand toward the girl taking her hand in his raising it to his lips. But before he could even get close Jaxon's hand moved to his waist band where a pistol would be.

Stepping back Merle gripped the back of Daryl's shirt dragging him to the door with him. "AND... that's my queue baby! See you both Saturday!"

It was silent outside of the bar. Only the sound of the crickets singing and the cicadas screaming echoed through the parking lot as both Daryl and Merle stumbled to their cancer riddled truck. Struggling for domain of the driver's seat, Daryl pulled the keys from his pocket dangling them high for Merle to see. From the hard cracked leather seat he watched as Merle threw his usual temper tantrum. Bitching and complain through the glass of the truck he kicked a few rocks in the bar's parking lot before taking a piss beside the truck to mark his territory.

As Merle climbed into his side of the truck Daryl couldn't help himself... not that he wanted to anyhow. Cocking back he punched Merle square in the fucking nose just as the dick got the door closed so that the back of his head smaked off the glass window pane on his door. Watching for a moment as Merle groaned as held his face, blood flowing freely from between his fingers onto his lap, Daryl pulled a used MacWondles napkin out from the cupholder and shoved it in Merle's face.

"The fuck was tha' for?!" Merle growled with tears springing to the corners of his eyes holding the useless napkin up to his face that instantly turned to mush in his hands from the sheer amount of blood that soaked up in it. Pulling out of the lot Daryl stayed silent. Focused on the road and not swerving all over it both in his anger and drunken haze.

"Well?!" Merle hissed once more, winding the window down to toss the soaked paper out the window and pull his wifebeater off to use as a rag,

"Know damned well what ya did..." Daryl murmured. Staring like Daryl had just grown a second head Merle waved his free arm around exaggeratedly. "Obviously fuckin' not dip shit!" Merle screamed his voice sounding congested and nasally as he pinched his nose shut.

Pulling to a stop at the only stop sign in town Daryl turned and glared at Merle. His full attention on his brother he took in everything he desperately tried to find something redeeming in his brother... in that moment it was damned near impossible. It was a good thing he had been with him this long to know what his thick and thin looked like.

"You know I never rode a bull before." He murmured softly, his shoulders dropping and face falling.

Merle smirked a warm chuckle swelled from his chest. "Well hell baby brother." He hummed, relaxing in his seat. "Didn't have ta hit me just cause ya were scared... I'm sure learning ta ride a bull is jest as easy as riding a bike... you'll see. It'll be easy as pie. And trust me, there will be a hefty lump sum in for ya too if you win."

Daryl doubted that. He doubted that he'd ever make it out into the ring without being caught as a sham. Christ... who were they fooling?

Pulling away from the stop sign towards the trailer they both shared Daryl couldn't shake the nagging gnawing dread that ate into his stomach. But... Family came first. Right?

**Author's Note:

Hi guys!! This is the first Chapter fic I've ever posted to Tumblr made for Tumblr!! I would really really appreciate some feed back to know how I'm doing! I am so excited to share this WIP with you as it progresses!

Thank you all so much!!

[crumbledcastle28]

Why did I just realize that Joel probably had to go back to his house with his daughter's blood still on his clothes to shower and get more clothes and more supplies to leave with Tommy. He had to pass her room, he had to shut her door, he had to see her picture on his night stand, he had to pass the drawings and report cards and notes she made when she was a little girl on his refrigerator, he had to see all of it before him and Tommy left forever.

[dookins]

This is it.... the final, last chapter for Bots Bounties and Babes. The Epilogue: Not Alone. Thank you all so much who have read all the way to the end.  This was my longest public project ever to date, and I’ve made so many friends in the Inscryption fandom from this story.  I’ve been in it for a bit over a year now, and in a lot of ways the people I’ve met have become like a little family to me.  I want to thank all of them for being there for me.  Inspiring me.  Encouraging me.  And accepting me.  Prior to me falling into this fandom, I’d been burnt out for a long time.  And every laugh, chat, or cry we’ve shared together has brought so much color back into my world.  They…  all of you, make me wanna keep trying my best and not give up on my dreams, despite my age, anxieties, and fears. Thank you…  Thank all of you from the bottom, middle, and top of my heart.  If I could express it more in any other way I would.  But you’ve done so much for me.  More than you could ever know.  Thank you <3 And for those who are sad to see this story finally come to an end, I do have some news. I’ve said numerous times, this had intended to be much longer.  But without the co-author, it just didn’t feel right to carry it on without them.  So I’m rebooting all of this into a webcomic series of my very own. With a different cast of characters!  This way I can continue the story as I see fit, and not give up on the world that was built.  So after a lot of trial and error, I’m very happy to bring you the two lead characters of the story.  Please give a warm welcome to DAL-S and Aiken Hopper!!! 

Some of the similarities are easy to draw out.  But one thing was going to be for sure.  I intend to keep P03’s little pointy lip as an homage to him.  If you’re curious about progress on the comic, please follow me on my tumblr to check in on the progress of the story.  I still have a couple of titles in the works, but will make the cover once I’ve decided on it.  Also there are only 10 prints left of Cowboy P03 up for sale in my shop!  However there might be another appearing in the near future ;). Thank you again so much.  To those who read, gave kudos, made art, reblogged, commented, supported, and never left me behind.  I hope I can keep making you all happy with my work for a long time to come.  It’s my dream to.  So once more, thank you. With the Utmost Sincerity, Yoshi

[hum-suffer]

We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 8

"I have a job for you." Gauri tells Bhairav on a quiet day, as soon as the whispers of her accident have died down.

"Find me the man who catered to Ratan, my horse. And find me Ratan's vet."

He looks confused for a moment but then nods in understanding. "As my princess commands."

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"You have no sense of adventure," Gauri says laughingly as she adjusts the waist of her dhoti— Bahu's dhoti fit her well enough, he's just an inch taller, that braggart. It's been weeks since her hand has been encased in a cast.

Bhairavrath looks on worriedly. "My princess, with your hand yet to be healed, I do not think it is appropriate to sneak out. Especially at this time of night."

"I have two blades on me," she says, pointing at her waist and her calf,"And I have you. What shall I have to fear, unless, of course, it's you that I must fear?"

His eyes widen almost comically and he takes an aborted step forward before he remembers his blasted manners and stays where he is.

(Gauri is disappointed at the amount of control he has over his audacity these days. It's like his promotion has ended his humour and she needs some entertainment back desperately.)

"Never, my princess," he insists, almost panicking. "If I dare to opine, I believe this is," he pauses again and settles on a word Gauri just knows he wouldn't have used if he wasn't so adamant on being polite,"dangerous."

Reckless, she thinks, he would have called her reckless.

Gauri raises an eyebrow. "You may always opine without hesitation, Bhairavrath, however, I reserve the right to agree or disagree with your opinions. And right now, your princess needs to leave this palace before she loses her mind."

He hesitates again.

Gauri sighs and softens at him. She knows how much it would cost him if something were to happen to her while under his protection. "It's Shivratri, Bhairavrath," she says softly,"I need to go to the temple, there is no idol of Mahadev here. But, if you're so hesitant, I will abstain from putting you in a position that will jeopardize you."

Maa didn't allow her to go with them to the temple because of the crowd that would be present and the jostling that could further delay her healing process. But it's Shivratri, and if Gauri doesn't have a pact with Mahadev to show up to his residence and complain to him about everything that goes in her life, what does she really want to live for?

(Gauri—she remembers the day her uncle gave her the name mockingly, telling her that she was no goddess and she was no Shakti and. And. She wasn't her mother.

Gauri adopted the name like armour, but the armour weighs her down some days. Only looking at Gauraang himself, Mahadev, she can ever feel at peace. She doesn't want to compare herself to Mahadev, never, but the solidarity camaraderie she shares with him is the only time she doesn't feel suffocated by the overwhelming and unreturned love she harbours for everything but herself.)

Bhairavrath bows his head. "I do not wish to hold you back from worship, my princess. I apologise. I will come with you and I will bring you back safe and sound as well."

"And I shall not let anyone find out just how good you are to me, Bhairavrath." Gauri smiles at him, thankful and again overwhelmed.

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Maa looks at her suspiciously the next day when Gauri has left over marks of turmeric on her fingers from doing tilak on Mahadev's forehead in the temple.

Gauri adjusts her bright yellow bindi obviously, and Maa gives her a once over before taking a deep breath and moving her eyes back to the accounts she's reading as Gauri practises her sitar.

Gauri can feel Bhairavrath's sigh of relief twenty feet away and she tucks in a laugh at him.

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Gauri wakes up at the crack of dawn on her birthday.

Amrendra is snuggling her on one side and Bhalla is on her other side. Gauri sighs and tightens her arms around her pillow, closing her eyes once more before her brothers figure out that she's awake.

But it seems that she's too late and Bahu knows her too well, for he shifts and grabs her hand as soon as her eyes close.

"Happy Birthday, sister," he says, voice breaking with sleep and emotion. Gauri hums and drops her head to drop a kiss on his forehead.

"Happy Birthday, brother."

Bhalla swings his arm dramatically and lays it on the two of them with a thud that knocks out the breath from Gauri's lungs. "Happy Birthday to my biggest annoyances. Now, let me sleep."

"Go to your room, then." Gauri grumbles at him but shifts comfortably under his arm anyway. "No one invited you here, you know? Run away, goodbye."

Bhalla huffs, but makes no move to get up from the bed. His elbow pokes at the back of Gauri's neck and she elbows his stomach in response. He knees her calf and before she can retaliate, Bahu swats her head and Bhalla's shoulder.

"Let me sleep, you morons." He says groggily. "Mahadev cursed me with the two of you."

"You love us, really." Bhalla replies and Gauri can feel his grin in his voice. "You're just jealous because you're no fun."

With a muffled groan, she tries to sleep again.

She falls asleep in her brothers' arms with a smile and a tear in the corner of her eye.

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Gauri wears her mother's blue and white saree on her birthday.

The blouse fits her, just barely— she has to loosen it up by a couple of inches and it's hers. The altercation can be erased, she knows, but the threads that end up on the floor of her room make her wonder if she's actually done this. If she altered everything that belonged to her mother. If she replaced her mother.

She shakes the feeling off— her heart is already heavy with too much love for the people who will never love her the same, she doesn't need an unexplained grief adding to it's weight.

Her hands are already coloured in alta, and she's wearing the new anklets that Maa gifted her. The book that Bhalla gifted her and the brass knuckles that Bahu gifted her are stored safely in her room.

They perform a abhishekh in the Mahadev temple, their birthday coinciding with a merged Shivratri. Bahu, wearing the angvastra she sewed for him from scratch, somehow manages to get his knees wet. Bhalla laughs at him for being a klutz and gets flicked with a handful of water as a result.

Maa holds her hand as they sit in the palkhi. Her eyes are wet as she whispers,"I wish your mother had been here. She would have loved you."

Is it because now I'm beginning to like things she used to like?

"You know, once, she pranked your father on their wedding anniversary. She replaced his honey laced water with castor oil. He was always reckless, you see, and he drank almost half a glass before he stopped." Maa's mischievous smile tells her that she had something to do with the idea too and Gauri laughs.

"Another time, she unfolded and unstitched almost half of his tunics because he laughed at her while she was trying to learn sword fighting." Maa continues, giggling with Gauri now.

This is nice, Gauri thinks. It's everything I wanted.

Maa holds Gauri's hand tenderly. "I will give you all her things when you turn eighteen. You're already so much more than what any of us could even think of."

Gauri ducks her head and maa drops a kiss on her cheek. She closes her eyes and breathes in the obscure smell of wood of the palkhi, the cotton of Maa's saree and the flowers weaved into her own hair. She rests her head on Maa's shoulder, eyes closed and sighs.

Maa sings something about the goddess Ashoksundari talking with her mother, Devi Parvati. It speaks something about burdens Gauri already feels as her shoulders droop and the only thing she wants is for the peace the tune gives her.

I am my mother's darling daughter

Blood of love and dance of devotion

I am my mother's darling daughter

Truth of a curse and laugh of a death.

I am my mother's darling daughter

Barefoot running and mindless singing

I am my mother's darling daughter

All that's hers is mine these days

I am my mother's darling daughter

I inherited the curses she earned and the blessings she gave.

Hesitantly, Gauri thinks she is beginning to lessen her resentment for her mother's perfections. It isn't her fault that people look for her shadow in Gauri's eyes.

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Bhairav escorts Gauri back to her rooms after dinner, when the palace is way too silent and asleep to take note of him walking beside her.

She absently runs her fingers through the end of her braid, untangling knots as she hums a tune that she prepared for her sitar lessons tomorrow.

Bhairav dutifully stops outside of her rooms. "My princess?" His voice is hesitant and Gauri instantly gives him all her attention. He's older than her by a year, she knows, but treating him as something special comes naturally to her— especially when his comfort is her responsibility and oath.

"I have the names of the people who care for Ratan on the daily basis and the vet who is currently attending to him."

She nods. "We shall give them a visit of thanks tomorrow, for caring for my dear mount so well."

He nods. Gauri sees his palm flex and his throat work as if he's trying to force himself to speak something. But he doesn't. Gauri tilts her head in question and he finally seems to break out of his stupor with a firm shake of his head.

"Good night, my princess."

She thinks there's more he might want to say but he doesn't know how to ask him to speak of it without commanding him forcefully. She doesn't want him to speak because she ordered it.

"Good night, my archer."

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Tbh i honestly don't really like this chapter all that much because there's a lot of things happening at once but we must keep to the timeline 🥲 do tell me your thoughts!!

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[astraymetronome]

how would it have goon if, when Tommy and dream were stuck in prison together dream shrunk and Tommy's instincts took a front seat ?

Well first things first, this really reminds me of something I read on here involving Tommy and Dream. I don't remember who made it or when I read it but I do remember it being an au with predators and such, Dream lets himself be eaten as a sign of trust to apologize to Tommy, and in the end, he is let go but not forgiven. It was also not g/t.

If I can find it, I'll link it later on but if someone else finds it feel free to @ me!

One last side note before we get into this, for simplicity's sake, Tommy has a storage for this short story.

Edit from Future Nomie: It's not.

Warnings: Vore, Unwilling Prey, Instinct Driven Pred, Fear, Cursing, Talking of a person as an It, Long as Fuck.

Tommy had grown used to the aching loneliness of his current life, but things were getting better. Yeah, he might have fucked things up with his family and Wilbur was dead... but he was learning to get out of the shitty programming in his brain.

Puffy made him understand how much had been done to his head, she helped him acknowledge the mental blocks and changes he'd built to protect himself and he was working on growing into a proper adult now that he was 17. He knew what Puffy had said, she had explained to him that he didn't need Dream's apology to heal.

It was described in a way he didn't want to admit he understood, even now, with the man who hurt him right in front of his face, he refused to listen to that tidbit of advice. "When a snake bites you, you run away and heal. You don't chase the snake and ask why it bit you."

He understands that Dream won't give him an answer, but that wasn't the reason he was here. He was here to talk and say goodbye, not ask him why. He was ready to put this part of his life in the past, he could only hope Dream would do the same. Tommy recognized that their relationship was unhealthy, he recognized that he wasn't good for him and he wanted to make sure they'd never have to be around each other again.

He was listening as the man began to say some random shit, speaking about something stupid. He was bringing up exile, trying to get in his head like he always did.

Tommy was on his final nerve, the man wouldn't shut his trap! He wanted Dream to just shut the fuck up! He wanted him to leave him alone for once in his life! He gave a glare as he felt his wings bristle behind his back, hands gripping the soft blue cardigan made of Friend's last shear. He could feel himself trembling as he stressed his still-healing leg and chewed the inside of his cheek.

Normally he'd yell. He'd scream and cry and beg until Dream finally forgave him or he hit him. Either way, both options felt bad. The avian could feel his brain scratching, wanting to slip into the mindset of a scared fledgling. The mindset he'd been in shortly after exile started when he was wung. But that was a story for another day as he stomped over towards the man.

Tommy knew how to handle himself, everyone knew this before the wars, during them, and even after. He could handle weapons, hand-to-hand, and even guns. So the look of surprise on Dream's face as Tommy shoved him against the obsidian wall and glared in his face. His arm was forced against his neck, pushing against him with a great amount of strength as he shifted his weight, they were in a position where if he moved his grip and threw him back he'd easily be thrown over his shoulder.

The man's mask had been confiscated when he'd first been locked up, but Tommy wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been given it back for... good behavior or some shit. Either way, he didn't really care about that right now. He wasn't used to having his eyes on him, he always knew they were watching but it was different without the mask. It was... empowering.

It was a reminder that Dream was human. Dream wasn't some god he couldn't even consider standing up to but now he knew he could.

"Shut, the fuck up." Tommy growled out, his wings flaring out behind him as the collage of black and red feathers. He knew some of them were crooked and he was well overdue for a preen but that didn't mean they weren't intimidating. He wanted him to just finally shut up and leave him alone. He was tempted to call out for Sam, to beg for another figure here to keep Dream in check, but right now he knew it wasn't an option. He's been trapped in here with the bastard for a few days now and he was at his limit.

"For once in your prime forsaken life, shut the fuck up and leave me alone." He snarled, pushing Dream's head up and forcing him to look up at the roof of their cell. He heard a choked noise slip past the ram's lips and Tommy dropped him.

The avian stepped back, lifting his hands and bringing them up to his face. He looked down at him, watching as the man slid down the wall. He was clearly being a little overdramatic but the wide grin that spread across his face told Tommy everything he needed to know. Dream had a sickening smile that seemed to just grow as he burst into cackling laughter.

He was laughing and seemed unable to stop as he spoke. "You're just like me, Tommy." He said ecstatically, "You've killed people, you've killed me. There is no difference between the two of us." The way these words left him sounded so matter-of-fact, like nothing Tommy could say or do would change his opinion.

All the avian could do was clench his teeth and dig his fingernails into his palms. He stepped back towards the opposite wall and let his weight slide into the farthest corner. He felt nervous and unsure as he covered his ears, wings wrapping over his limps and covering his body. He was shaking, partly rocking himself to feel a sense of security and safety as he closed his eyes.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁💿𐰁 𝗓 ᶻ𐰁 𝗓 ᶻ

By the time he'd finally opened his eyes, Tommy hadn't even realized he'd been asleep. The last two days he's been in here he hadn't managed to get a wink of sleep and he'd finally reached a point he couldn't help it anymore. Of course, it had to happen after such a huge argument. He let his wings unfurl, blinking at the glow of lava as he let his eyes drift over his surroundings.

The avian should have been happy that he was alone, honest, but... why would they take Dream out.. and not him.

It made no sense.

Panic swelled in his chest as he got to his feet, his tennis shoes squeaking as he scrambled from the floor. He ignored the crook in his neck and the soreness of his back to instead look around. He could feel his chest heave with each breath, panic swelling heavy and constricting his lungs like a snake.

Of course, it all went back to that fucking snake. He could feel anger bubbling where it wasn't before and such but he didn't really care...

He could feel himself spiraling, a panic attack like before. When Puffy had first explained what they were he'd felt.. angry. Angry that he couldn't control himself, he had to be in control or... or something would go wrong.

His breathing was hitching and he felt like he wouldn't be able to fix it before too much longer. He wanted to scream out and beg for someone to just take the pain and throw it into the deepest pit. A deep pit where his feelings of resentment, anger, fear, and sadness could live rent-free and not bother him. He needed to just feel nothing. His eyes drifted over everything examining the corners of the room and trying to find any signs of what could be going on. He needed to calm himself down.

He did what Puffy said, counting things and colors he could see. The lava popped around 6 times in a minute, the cauldron of water was a gross green, and he could...

He could see...

Were those small feet?!

His panic was quickly overturned by his confusion. He could see small socked feet, peaking out from behind the chest. He took a second, catching his breath and whipping his eyes, before crouching down. He reached over, pulling the wooden trunk towards his form. It scraped across the ground, sounding like chalk on a board. If he hated the sound, then the owner of those green eyes, probably despised it.

His eyes widened at the sight of blonde hair and an orange jumpsuit, he probably would be more careful if it wasn't for the fact he knew exactly who he was staring at.

Dream was small. Smaller than Skeppy who was barely over 2 feet. If he had to make an educated guess, he was probably around 6 or so inches tall. The teen found himself staring at him, unable to properly comprehend the fact he was so tiny.

A frightened face told him everything he needed to know before he saw orange skitter past his face and in the direction of... well nothing? There wasn't anywhere for him to hide, so Tommy didn't understand what he was doing. It wasn't like it really mattered since as he watched him run, something triggered in his brain. A fuzzy sensation overtook him, his pupils blowing wide as the desire to catch the small creature overwhelmed him.

Tommy bounded forward, his wings flaring behind him as he flapped them. The avian hadn't expected this but he felt a coo escape his throat as he trapped the small form down with his hands. The avian knew he was being too rough but right now he couldn't bring himself to care. He was happy with hunting after something so small, something he could easily catch.

He scooped him up, happy as he sat on his knees and lifted his treat up near his face. He let his eyes drift over the small form, taking in the details of his little meal.

When did he start thinking of him as a meal? He didn't hesitate to look over him, seeing frightened green eyes turn to rage as their owner began to yell something. He couldn't quite make it out as he lifted them to his face and eagerly slipped the small form into his mouth.

His wings flapped, shedding a few stray feathers as he pushed the squirming form deeper into his maw, able to feel as it slipped on his saliva and flailed in what he assumed was fear. He didn't feel bothered by it, cooing still as he closed his lips around his catch's waist. He wanted to feel this sensation in his stomach, knowing he did a good job and caught something!

Phil was gonna be so-

Why was he thinking of Phil right now- wait why was he doing any of-

A chirped, feeling something hit the back of his throat. This would normally trigger someone's gag reflex but Tommy can only throw things up once they're in his stomach. He grinned to himself, swallowing as he felt the form slip into his esophagus. He gave a happy warble as he swallowed again, feeling as his catch squirmed down his throat. Tommy didn't hesitate to sigh as the shape slid past his collarbone and into his chest, leaning back and supporting himself with a hand. He felt a weight slip into his abdomen, hunger bleeding away as he fluttered his wings.

He couldn't help the relief that washed over him, a feeling of safety and contentment he'd never considered before as he glanced around a tad. He wanted to make a nest but there wasn't really anything he could use in this cell. He gave a tired chip, curling back where he'd been just minutes prior, and placed his hands on his stomach as his wings wrapped over him. Tommy was cooing and chirping to himself, lost in a haze of his natural desire.

He could feel something moving inside of him, the small ram he'd managed to catch and he was eager to feel this until he let them out.. Tommy curled closer to the corner, gently pushing against where his little friend sat, eager to let them tire out. It's not like they actually in any harm, at least some part of him knew he was fine. Either way... the bird had some sleep to catch up on.

Oml. I wrote this all in one sitting and finished at 3 am. Didn't expect it to go this long so I'm gonna schedule the post. I've watched three movies since I started and I might write a part two of Dream's point of view if anyone wants that. Also, this is completely non-fatal. I do dabble in that side of the spectrum but I don't think I'll post any of it on my Tumblr. Anyways! I hope this is what you wanted~

[lilavatilikeslemons]

Relief

A feeling of reassurance and relaxation following release of anxiety or distress.

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Reminder: This is a work made from my own imagination, with inspiration from the actual itihasa, and not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.

Unedited: You've been warned.

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Hanuman held his amma's chudamani carefully in his grasp, as he briskly returned back to Kishkinda with his comrades.

As their feet moved across the changing terrains which led back to their camp, one thing that prevailed in his mind was 'How would my Prabhu's worries diminish quickly?'

He didn't care if the difference was by minutes- or even mere seconds.

Not a moment more that lasted even as short as a blink of an eye should his Prabhu suffer.

He closed his eyes, as he thought on how he could eradicate the worries that clouded his Prabhu's mind, the fog as thick as the fumes that raised from the fire that spread across Lanka.

"Janaki-"

No. No, he couldn't say that. His Svami wouldn't know if they'd seen his Amma or not, by only mentioning her pure name.

"In Lanka-"

No. Not that, either. His Svami didn't know where this Lanka was- what even was it. He must be made aware about the state his Amma is in, first. It was the reason he was sent.

He took a deep breath, as he saw the humble cave that Shri Ram resided in, as he quickened his pace, exclaiming so loudly, that his voice could be heard inside the cave, even before he entered his Svami's gaze.

"కనుగొంటిని జానకిని, తండ్రి!"

(Kanugontini Janakini, Tandri!)

(I saw Sita with my eyes, prabhu!)

The second his voice reached the ears of his father- oh, the relief that washed his troubled soul was like the sea's tide- the fierce waves slowly calming, as the period of darkness finally led to the first ray of light.

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जय सीता राम लक्ष्मण की!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hope y'all liked this piece, IVE BEEN ON A ROLL AHHAHA

This piece is inspired by a scene in the Telugu movie Sampoorna Ramayanam- where Hanuman (I love him so much omg) runs to Shri Rama, saying "Kanugotini Janakini!" From the moment he entered the camp, Ram heard him from like 20 meters away

It is said that Hanuman wished for Rama's worries to diminish as soon as possible, not wanting him to suffer a second more than it was necessary, and to make sure no doubts arose- that he thought of what would tell him that they'd found Sita.

I personally loved the scene so much I recommend watching it it's so beautiful I cry everytime hsjejeje

On that note, constructive feedback, criticism and comments on the story are always welcome!

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated<3

Have a good one, folks!

[cannibal-nightmares]

Some fanart for @bcbdrums of Griffin, the original adrenaline-inducing antagonist from "Grasping For the Wind"! Do yourself a favor and give this fic a read!

[brainhurtyqueen]

YES! Finally! I've been working on this Prickcest fic for so long; it has been months, but at least finally, in the new year, I got it finished.

[coupleofdays]

I've finally completed my second long, multi-chapter Tron fanfiction, and I think it's an improvement over my first attempt. This time it's a crossover with another of my favorite franchises. I was considering giving it a fancier title, but in the end I thought it was appropriate that it should have a name similar to the classic(?) crossover comics of the 90s:

It is, of course, a horror story, with all the frightful things that can happen when an Xenomorph is involved. I have tried to put all the necessary warnings in the tags over on AO3, but if there's something I've missed, I'd be happy to add it. I'm afraid that the story inevitably involves the deaths of some fan favorite characters. I can't lie about their chances, but... they do have my sympathies.

[atlinmerrick]

Chinna Vivaralu

Caffeinated Ram

Someone can't not do something no one told that someone not to do, so when Jenny brings Ram more instant coffee, it is dear sweet cranky Bheema who has the regrets…

[ren-nolasco]

Relationships: Ram/Bheem endgame | Ram/Seetha

Words: 21697  

Summary:

“How long are you staying?” Bheem asked, hopeful. Ram grimaced. “Not long. A week, at most.” “I understand. You are needed elsewhere,” Bheem breathed out sympathetically. He forced out smile. “The work has just begun.” “We will have plenty of time to plot and plan later. Not tonight. Tonight…” Ram heavily dropped his cup down, crossed his legs, and leaned forward. Tonight, he just wanted to be light. “I've been told you are catching horses now? Did that happen before or after you pierced your nose?” Bheem bit his lip before smiling a real smile, eyes sparkling with joy. Ram felt so light he could float away. In the events following Governor Scott Buxton's death, there's a revolution to be built, wounds to heal, and feelings to explore.

- Ok I couldn't find a slowburn oneshot in this fandom that also addressed Seetha so I went ahead and wrote it. I've noticed more people around here for my fanarts since the Oscars, so, here y'all, take this one too.