#snacks from india

[sodrippy]

its hell on earth and stuff but i do get some sick satisfaction every time i show my dad im not gonna lie down and take his shit like i am not that scared sad kid anymore and i am also NOT your wife nor your mother so dont try that shit w me dawg i dont give a fuuuuuuck about you lol

[dhanrajenterprise]

Dhanraj Enterprise is the premier exporter and supplier of high-quality natural Peanuts from India. Discover the versatile and nutritious peanuts from India, the unsung hero of the food business and your kitchen. Explore their uses, benefits, and global appeal in cuisines and snacks.

[thummars24]

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[metamatar]

good places to start with when looking for broad variety of indian recipes in english, biased towards north and south indian cuisine.

popular indian celebrity chefs with recipes/videos online: sanjeev kapoor, tarla dalal, ranveer brar (overcomplicates recipes imo)

national newsmedia that have recipe sections: ndtv, times of india, the hindu

[julymusings]

Jason Todd x South Asian!Reader HCs

requested | reader is fem, i tried to keep it non-specific so it applies to the whole region, not just india, hopefully i succeeded😬

i looooved writing this it was so much fun. drop an ask with anything else you want to see!!

batboys x south asian!reader masterlist

When you show him Bollywood movies, at first he’s like “Why are these so damn long?” But watches them anyway because you’re so excited to show him

He obviously sobs at K3G (because he has daddy AND big brother issues)

But his favorite is probably 3 Idiots or Bhaag Milkha Bhaag (he just seems like the type to looove an underdog story am I right)

Since Jason likes cooking, he’s learning how to make all your favorite foods. He’s eaten a lot of Indian food before (duh, it’s New Jersey), so he’s familiar with the flavors and spices, but some dishes are easier than others. He tries to make dosa after you mentioned liking it but it does not go well

He’s trying so hard to impress you but they all keep breaking😭 and the ones that don’t break come out burnt. When he finally relents and lets you help him, you hold his hand and guide him to make the proper movements; pouring the batter, spreading it into a circle, and gently flipping it so it doesn’t break

He loves chai, and is always experimenting with different recipes and flavors and asking you to test them

You're taking him to the Indian market so often, by the end of the month he knows the names for all the vegetables and spices in your language and where to find them

He thinks you with mehendi/henna is the most attractive thing ever

Your friend’s getting married? Of course he’ll feed you while your mehendi’s drying, you don't even have to ask

When it's still fresh and at its darkest color he's actually going batshit insane (pun intended); he loves interlacing your fingers together and seeing the contrast of your dark, decorated fingers against his large, strong ones. His phone background is a selfie of you guys where your faces are squished side-by-side and one of your mehendi'd hands is cupping his cheek

And when you're on top of him, the sight of your adorned hands pressed flat against his bare chest, flushed and heaving...he thinks it belongs in a museum

He just loves doing little acts of service; one day you’re complaining offhandedly to him about how the price of eyebrow threading keeps going up, a week later you’ve forgotten all about it but he’s like “I learned how to thread your eyebrows”

He figured it would be easy enough, and as someone who’s life often depends on steady, surgical aim and precision, it is

Roy’s walking around looking messed up as fuck for a couple weeks but that’s beside the point because he’s got the hang of it now 

When it comes to putting on a sari, he'll put the pins in the hard to reach places if you ask, but for the most part he just loves watching you put it on. he thinks it's so cute the way you scrunch your face in focus as you make the folds and tuck in the fabric with such concentration (Jason Todd domesticity agenda)

One night you're getting dressed up for some party, but no matter what you do and how many times you take it off and try to re-drape it, it just won't come out good and you get so frustrated and teary-eyed that he has to intervene

He makes you take a break, brings you a snack, and kisses you until you feel better, and then he pulls up a youtube video to do it for you— but he can't do it either😭

So you both decide to give up and you wear a lehenga instead

It’s a fairly modest one, and even though he's seen you wearing more-revealing clothes (and none at all), he's going crazy over that one inch sliver of exposed skin on your midriff

He already loves seeing you dressed up in traditional wear but if you put jasmine flowers in your hair with it??? The fragrance coming from you makes him feral. It lingers in your hair for a couple days and he can’t stop following you around and sniffing you LMAO

The first time you get a kurta for him, it’s actually impossible to find one that fits because he’s so big and buff (drool) so you just end up buying the fabric and getting it custom stitched

There's only a few scraps of the fabric left and you get the wonderful idea of braiding the scraps into a bracelet so you have something to match with him and it makes him go crazy

Early on in your relationship, you’re a little afraid to have oil in your hair in front of him because you’re worried he’ll think the smell is too strong

Jason is probably familiar with the practice of hair oiling from his time with Talia (but you don’t know that yet)

He actually LOVES when you oil your hair around him. Just something about him being the only one who gets to see you when you’re comfy and unready is so intimate to him and makes him feel so special and trusted and loved🥹

Time for some of my physical touch x touch starved!Jason propaganda

After a particularly difficult night of patrolling, he comes to you stressed and anxious and unsure what to do with himself. So you make him sit on the floor in front of your bed, warm up some of the oil, and seat yourself on the edge of the mattress. He leans back against your legs and you massage the warm oil into his scalp. It feels heavenly. You’re using the perfect amount of pressure, hitting all the right spots, and it feels so good he wants to cry. Later, when you pull him into the shower to shampoo it out, he actually does cry, hoping the water falling from the shower head hides the tears (it doesn’t, and it breaks your heart)

(If you were raised Hindu) I think he'd be very interested in the belief in reincarnation, past & future lives, oneness with the universe, etc...it might help him make some sense of his coming back

You bring mediation into his life, and that also really helps him

You wear Kajal/kohl/surma on your eyes, and whenever he’s looking especially good, or before he goes out as red hood, you smudge some onto your finger and put a mark behind his ear, just to be safe (it’s believed to deflect jealousy/bad intentions from others) (yes I’m superstitious sue me)

Or you just tie a black thread around his ankle

When you first explain to him that you want him to wear a black thread around his ankle because of a superstition, he thinks you’re joking. He can’t believe you actually believe in that 

But he can’t say no to you and he secretly likes that you also have one so it feels like you’re matching 

He considers it a good luck charm, not because he believes the superstition but because it’s from you

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - December 15-21

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1. 7 good things humanity did to combat climate change in 2024

“The UK […] closed its final coal power plant in October. [… In India,] the share of power provided by coal dropped below 50% for the first time since the 1960s. [… A non-profit] has provided solar energy to more than 6,000 of the poorest Nigerians.”

2. California Voters Said Yes to Prop 4, a Win for Birds, People, and Our Shared Future

“[…] Prop 4 will direct millions of dollars for water conservation and habitat restoration [… and] includes a requirement that at least 40% of its funding go to lower-income and climate-vulnerable communities.”

3. This Pennsylvania school is saving big with solar and EV school buses

“Steelton-Highspire’s solar arrangement will save it about $3.6 million over the next 20 years. As for the electric school buses, Steelton-Highspire is one of thousands of districts able to access federal rebates from a $5 billion program created by the 2021 Bipartisan Infrastructure Law.”

4. Autism Speaks Canada shuts down in January. Good.

“As Canada’s autistic-led advocacy group […] we are relieved that Autism Speaks Canada will be shutting down in January of 2025. This is an opportunity for autistics and our families to collaborate locally to build new, neuro-affirming spaces and projects.” [If you don’t know why this is a good thing, please click here]

5. LA Zoo hatches first-ever perentie lizards, one of largest lizard species in the world

“The LA Zoo is one of only three institutions accredited by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums that have successfully reproduced them[….] Adult perentie lizards can reach more than 8 feet (2.4 meters) in length and can weigh more than 40 pounds (18 kilograms), the zoo said.”

6. Research reveals an inexpensive fix for California's struggling wildflowers

“[… R]aking [“dead, invasive grasses”] is decidedly less labor-intensive and more ecologically friendly [than other management techniques…, but doing so] increased plant diversity overall, reducing invasive grasses […] while increasing both native and exotic wildflowers[….]”

7. A new EV battery could last more than 8 times longer, travel farther

“[… A] typical battery lasts 2,400 cycles, while the new battery lasted more than 20,000 cycles. [… Used batteries could be repurposed] for grid storage on wind and solar farms, the study notes.”

8. Women who are homeless in Boston find safe space and care at 'HER Saturday'

“Women can get lots of other care on the spot — from sick visits and basic health screenings to Pap smears and contraception. [… They also come for] "The makeup, the snacking and the girl talks. And ... picking out a new outfit," said Pinky Valentine [“a homeless transgender woman”].”

9. ‘It absolutely took off’: five UK biodiversity success stories

“[…N]ew methods are emerging to preserve, improve and generate new habitat and, in many cases, attract back or reintroduce species not seen for decades. After a nudge, ecosystems are often doing much of the heavy work themselves.“

10. Personalized gifts really do mean that little bit more to your loved ones, says research

“Research has also shown that receivers of personalized gifts are more likely to take care of them. […] In this sense, gift-giving can be not just an emotional exchange, but also a more sustainable one. A carefully preserved [personalised] gift avoids waste and brings long-term satisfaction.”

December 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[thisismeracing]

I lost the ask's request, but here you go, honey! <3

requests are CLOSED

CARLOS DATING AN INDIAN GIRL | CS55

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to Indians and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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This man will start to tell India's story, location, and importance in the political context to everyone who dares to act uneducated around him!!! Most of what he knew he got from you, but the other half he got curious and just went on his own treasure hunt on the internet and, yes, shockingly, bookstores - he ordered online, but it still counts (those were his words);

Let's say he has never been to India outside the context of racing, so going with you for the first time makes it even more special (he will spend a few hours of the vacation telling you about the old Indian GP);

Carlos loved eating a traditional meal with your family, and he loved it even more because your grandpa taught him about the history behind eating with your hands and suggested he tried it if he wanted to (he had never felt the texture of food or appreciated its flavor quite like the way he did when he gave the tradition a chance);

You told him the story of the Taj Mahal while you walked there, and, of course, he got into a rabbit hole of questions and Google searches and even a book recommendation from a family member of yours (he told them about the experience, just like he told in the group chat of drivers he was part of);

The man bought just about everything in Chandni Chowk! You touched it, he bought it, and even when you didn't, he would point at a colorful fabric and say that the color suited you - but then again, in Carlos' eyes everything suited you, and you looked even more stunning when proudly displaying your heritage;

Pakora's probably his favorite snack, and, for now, his favorite dish is Dal Makhani (you still introducing him to the cuisine);

He'll love your family, and probably be added to the family group chat where he'll dutifully answer every message your parents, cousins, and so on send;

Carlos will casually ask if you would want two weddings or just one in India (yeah, his research took him to the wedding traditions, and he saw a few TikTok videos - he loved the energy and the colors, and of course, the story behind everything);

Looks even more handsome wearing a bandhgala!!!!

[sincerelyverena]

this was a request, but unfortunately i posted the draft too soon and it took the message from my inbox. anon, i hope you're out there! in all seriousness, this was super fun to write and i hope to be doing more headcanons in the future.

⟡⁺ DATING OLIVER QUICK HEADCANONS

. . . OLIVER QUICK X GN!READER ‘and they called it puppy love.’ @ajs-222 @michael-loves-chickens @surazim @soocore @fedyascoffin

inbox is always open to requests!

in whichꕀ

✦ ﹒meeting, dating, sfw + nsfw headcanons

tagsꕀ

✦ ﹒(n)sfw headcanons﹐friends to lovers ﹐blood kink ﹐marking kink﹐voyurism ﹐dominant!oliver﹐i've never written headcanons before, hope i've made you proud, anon !

meeting:

- You had first seen Oliver when Felix invited him over for drinks. On the contrary to your friends, you had found Oliver’s glasses, button-up shirt and how he stuck out as a sore thumb amongst your type of crowd to be quite charming. - At first, you tittered alongside your mates behind Oliver’s back. But as Farleigh pressured him into buying the table a round of knowingly expensive shots, both you and Felix didn’t hesitate to scold him. - Nevertheless, you and Oliver didn’t properly meet until Felix decided to play Cupid with you and convinced you to go along on a blind date. Your date? Oliver, who had ditched the glasses in favour of your attention and Felix’s opinion. - Oliver was exactly your type in every which way, which surprised you completely. He was a charmer, not to mention, insanely handsome. - The two of you engaged in conversation about your schooling, your dreams and your past. Although, you had noticed that Oliver notably held back on talking about his childhood. You wouldn’t press on about it, out of politeness. - The only downside to this little blind date was Felix and India’s horrible cooking, a strange rendition of spaghetti bolognese which you were on the verge of hurling back up. Something you and Oliver laughed about on the walk home. - Your first taste of the pasta would be when Felix convinced the two of you to reenact the scene from The Lady and The Tramp. Kissing Oliver felt good, but what didn’t feel good was the burnt taste of the meal you forced down your throat. - Oliver would walk you back to your dorm, where you hug him around the neck and kiss him on the cheek.

dating:

- Oliver likes to make his presence known. He doesn’t mind you having male mates but you can feel the tension in the air if he's by your side during any interactions. He’ll grab on your waist, and pull you a little closer. A reminder to everybody else that you’re his. - It can seem overbearing at times, but it is purely because Oliver thoroughly enjoys your presence and loves to be with you at any time of the day. He’s happiest when he’s around you. Don’t be surprised when he’s ringing on your phone, asking to see you when he was only in your bed a few hours prior. - Oliver loves to take care of you. He’d rather you sit back and allow him to fuss over you, no matter how much you claim otherwise. You’ll find yourself perched on your bed with him bustling around you, wanting to tend to your every need. It was a little startling at first, but now you just find it charming the way he likes to serve you. - As you’re the type to burn yourself out over your studies, Oliver is the first to tell you to take a break. He is always willing to bring your favourite snacks and drinks, and will virtually drag you out of your dorm room to get some fresh air — no matter how much you protest. - When close to finals, Oliver likes to take you for study dates. Tucked in the back of the library with food, nibbles and the material the both of you need to cram. More often than not, you find yourself falling asleep on his shoulder, papers sprawled across your lap. - You and Oliver always attend together to college parties the group is invited to, you love indulging in matching party outfits which Oliver begrudgingly wears — sometimes. And sometimes he likes to go out and pick said outfits with you. - As Oliver is your boyfriend, the group had taken a step back with their behind-the-back tauntings of him. You typically aren’t hesitant to tell somebody off for the harsh things they would say about him, but it wouldn’t soften their judgment in the slightest. Farleigh especially makes known his dislike for Oliver and tells you whenever he isn’t around that you deserve someone better. It had gotten to the point Felix had to step in before you raised a palm to slap the shit out of him. - At the bar, you tend to sit on Oliver’s lap whilst he nurses a drink in his palms. - Oliver likes to establish the fact that you are his and that he is yours, to the point that the entire campus is aware that the two of you are together. This gains him a little respect, even though Oliver had expressed he felt a little out of place in the high Oxford society. - Oliver likes to watch you dance at parties. On the dance floor, he sits aside and just observes as you have a good time with your mates.  - If another guy approaches you? That’s a different story. - Throughout your relationship, Oliver had begun to open up to you about his troubled childhood. You become someone for him to lean on, someone for him to turn to when things get hard. You constantly reassure him that family doesn’t have to be blood, but the people around him and that seems to comfort him enough. - It was no surprise that Oliver had asked you to come with him to his family estate for the summer, and with Felix’s permission, you had zero reason to say no. After finals, the both of you packed up and made your way to the spectacle that is Saltburn.

sfw:

- Oliver likes to lay on top of you while cuddling, tending to bury his head into the crook of your neck. The right position is enough for him to fall into a sleep slumber, with your hand particularly scratching the back of his scalp. Even though you feel like he’s crushing you sometimes, the feeling of his body weighing down on yours is too comforting for you to give a shit. - He prefers to hold your waist rather than your hand, especially through large crowds. This makes you feel as if Oliver is your protector, you feel safer, especially around a lot of people. His grip along your waist would tighten as he guides you in front of him, body a wall of protection against the world. - You tend to sneak into Oliver’s room at Saltburn in the early hours of the morning — Elspeth disallowed the two of you to share one — and cosied up in one of his spare shirts. Oliver places a hand over your mouth as you giggle, the two of you being careful not to wake up Felix who slept next door. - Loves to sneak up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. Oliver tends to distract you with a few kisses here and there. Making it hard for you to think, and to do day-to-day things with your boyfriend in your presence. - Loves to kiss the back of your hands as a greeting. - Oliver is fascinated with you, he likes (and tends) to question how a person like you would ever give him the time of day. Whenever he voices this, you reassure him with a plethora of hugs and kisses, telling him that the two of you are just as deserving of the other. - He takes in every little thing you say. If you ever mention something you’re interested in, don’t be surprised if Oliver somehow finds a way to surprise you with it. This has caused you to stop spilling things around him, feeling bad he feels he has to fulfil your absentminded wishes. It doesn’t stop anything though, as Oliver finds out through your mutual friends your current desires. Bringing them to your doorstep every single time. - Oliver loves to give you spas to end a busy day. With his hands on your scalp, he washes your hair and every singular part of your body. It was like a ritual to him, as he takes the time to worship every inch of you. It's your favourite part of the day, to be this intimate with him. - He learns to cook for you, asking Felix for help before realising he had never touched a pot or pan in his very privileged life. And remember the very burnt spaghetti he had tried to cook the both of you. Oliver turns to the cooks at the college to help him, giving him tips and basic recipes for him to fulfil. Now, your at-dorm date nights are your favourite part of the week. - Oliver can act as tough as he likes, but around you, he’s a big baby.

nsfw:

- Seven inches, more closer to eight than not. Oliver’s uncut, with a pale length and a darker tip. He isn’t particularly worried about hair. He’s the biggest you had ever been with, and it was a bit of a struggle trying to adjust to him. Sometimes you think he’s even too big for you, but you’d never admit that. Unless you want a swelled ego. - If Oliver is a baby whenever he’s in your arms, then he’s domineering whenever he’s fucking you. It is as if he flips a switch whenever he’s the slightest bit horny, it's a little scary at times but for you, it became a bit of a turn-on. Oliver is just a testosterone monster. - Oliver doesn’t care what position y’all are doing, as long as he’s inside of you he’s fulfilled and happy. The two of you could be doing the most basic motions known to man and Oliver will make it feel, sound (and look) like a fucking porno. - He can be extremely filthy with his words, he loves to degrade you, knowing how hot you find it to be. Oliver takes pleasure in saying the most inhumane things to you as he pounds your brains out, possibly his favourite thing about fucking you. - He is a classified manhandler. - Oliver is a tease during sex. He loves to mindfuck you in any and every way possible until you’re begging for him. Even if it takes hours, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Fucking Oliver Quick was like fucking a psychological thriller, it was nothing but pure insanity and nothing you had ever experienced before. - He loves to hear your pleas and whimpers, it is an insane turn-on for him. - Oliver doesn’t care where or when it happens if the two of you need some fulfilment, he’s going to please you anywhere regardless. Even if people are around? Nobody cares, well, at least to Oliver. They can watch, for all he thinks.  - So it isn’t a surprise that the two of you have fucked on every possible surface in Saltburn throughout your stay. Oliver’s personal favourite though has to be the thrill of fingering you at the dinner table or the lounge, edging you until the both of you returned to his room. - He loves it whenever you claw down the length of his back and shows off the marks proudly. He prefers for your nails to be longer, to sink them into his skin harder. Drawing blood was never a problem for Oliver, he takes some sort of sick pleasure out of it. - Blood kink. - Will feverishly give you oral out no matter what, even when you’re on your period (if that applies). Even if Oliver has to sneak underneath a table to do it, he will, and his mouth game is insane. That man has you trembling in seconds, and he loves it as much as you do. It had come to the point where whenever Oliver accidentally dropped a fork beneath the tablecloth, everybody coincidentally looked away. - The two of you are the type of couple you be fucking numerous times during the week. - And everybody knows.

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[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Cockroach!

Pavitr Prabhakar x f!reader

Summary: Reader is scared of roaches and accidentally finds one in the bathroom. Pavitr saves her + fluff <3 [used Google translate for Hindi words, sorry if it's wrong 😅] My boi has so less fics so i decided to do one myself '^_^ A/N: "N/n" means nickname

"Paviiiiiii beta!", Maya auntie calls from the kitchen. "Can you please get the door? I'm busy." 

"I got it, aunite!" 

Pavitr opens the door to none other than his best friend and partner-in-crime, Y/n. 

"Hey, N/n!", he pulls you into an embrace. You smile and return the sentiment, nuzzling his cheek before pulling away. 

You remove your shoes outside and step in, as is custom in India, greeted with a playful pinch to your cheek by Maya auntie herself. You giggle. She was like a mother to you and you loved her as such. 

"My beti, I haven't seen you in a week! How was your vacation?" 

"It wasn't great without you, auntie. We just got home and I came to see you right away!" 

"Suck up, suck up", mutters Pavitr in the background, gaining a playful slap to his head -courtesy of you. 

"Did you do your exams well? I didn't have a chance to ask you before you left." 

"I think I'll get an 'A', thanks to Pavitr's tutoring." 

You watch him perk up out of the corner of your eyes as your praise.

The boy in question puffs out his chest, showing off his biceps from where he's leaning on the kitchen door frame. "Have no fear, Pavitr is here!"

You cup your mouth, laughing at his antics as Maya auntie playfully shakes her head in exasperation. 

"Pavu can be like that sometimes", she chuckles, leaning into your ear in a stage whisper, "He missed you a lot, you know. Never shuts up about you. And, you know, beti, I keep asking him to already tell you but-" 

"AUNTIE!" 

You both blush as Pavitr hushes the old woman. She just winks at you. Of course, she knows. 

The awkwardness is too much and Pavitr takes your hand, leading you into his room. 

"Okay okay, enough talk, ladies. Y/n and I have some work to do -for a project!", he adds quickly when Maya auntie smirks at him. "I.. that-..auntie!" 

She just giggles and ruffles his hair before walking back to the kitchen, leaving you both standing awkwardly next to each other, flustered. 

Pavitr clears his throat. "She.. she was just kidding, I didn't-" 

"It's okay", you say shyly. 

You have feelings for him too but both of you are just too timid and would rather take it to your grave than admit it out loud. 

He falls onto his bed and crosses one leg over the other, resting his head on his elbows as you sit next to him. 

"So, what has my favourite person been upto in the meantime, leaving me all alone in this big, big city?" 

You playfully roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. 

"You? Alone? Liar, the whole city is your friend." 

He pouts, trying to look offended, but gives in and laughs. 

You discuss about your project and he shows you some beta models of his brilliant ideas. You stare in awe at the young genius before you, playing with his "toys" as he explains them patiently. 

"Hey, can I use your bathroom for a sec?", you ask when he finishes. 

"Sure. Make yourself at home, N/n! I'll go sneak us some snacks", he winks, peeking from outside his door. 

You shake your head, smiling. It's not that Maya auntie would refuse you snacks, but Pavitr convinced you there was a thrill in food-stealing and you couldn't deny it. 

You shut the door, switch on the light and turn to the sink to wash your face when there it is -the thing that you most fear, the monster of your nightmares -a cockroach! 

You scream bloody murder and run out of the bathroom, colliding into a hard wall. You look up realising it's actually Pavitr. 

"You okay, N/n?" 

"R-roach! Roach!", you point at the bathroom door frantically. 

You stay in the corner as he goes in and stomps it dead, washing his hands before he comes to hug you. 

"Deep breaths, deep breaths.. now exhale.. that's it.." 

You cling onto him and follow his orders, grip loosing as your breathing slows down. His hand circle your waist, holding you firm and secure. You rest your head on his chest, calming down at the rhythmic beat of his heart. 

You only belatedly realize it: you're hugging him, your chests touching each other's. 

He seems to realizes it at the same time too, but instead of letting you go -like every other time- his hands tighten around your waist. 

Pavitr catches your eyes with his own mesmerizing brown eyes; yours unable to leave him, entranced by his orbs as he slowly, gently leans in. Without noticing, you lean in too. 

The gentle touch of soft lips spark fireworks in your body, your nerves tingling with the new feeling of his lips on yours. You could get used to this. 

You panick a little it registers what you're doing, but Pavitr chases your lips, pressing against them firmly and you instantly calm down. He cups your face, cradling your neck as he brings your lips closer. It's his way of reassuring that you have nothing to fear. 

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." 

You guys jump back as if burned when the door suddenly flies open. Maya auntie is standing there with a guiless face and a bright smile. 

"I brought chai for you kids!", she says cheerfully and sets down the cups. "Did you hear that scream earlier? Where did it come from?" 

"It, uh, it was me, auntie", you say, quite embarresed, running a hand through your matted up hair. "There was a cockroach in the bathroom and I got scared." 

"Aww, poor child." 

Pavitr looks away, blush blooming on his cheeks yet not obvious due to his skin tone. He rocks on his heels, running a hand through his hair. You know he too can still feel your lips on his from the way his eyes never leave you. 

Maya auntie's eyes sparkle mischievously as she smiles and goes into the bathroom, finding the toy roach and throwing it into the trash can.

She smirks under her breath and washes her hands, sighing as she mutters in amusement. 

"Oh, the things an old lady gotta do.."

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[mothpawbs]

more royal dragons, this time the ones from arc 2/3! these were really fun, and the previous designs helped me get comfortable with more detailed jewelry designs, so these are a bit more extravagant.

design notes under the cut!

RUBY: i didn't realize how young she really is when i read escaping peril the first time, i thought she was in her mid-twenties at least but apparently she's only 12/17? wild. anyways i made her ruby red with some orange accents to point to tourmaline. her tiara is meant to look like laurels, studded with rubies, and the gems on her brows and wings are citrine.

GLORY: i already had a design for her, i just touched it up a bit here. she's very pretty, but her scales are notably duller than my other rainwing designs. she has pouches she wears around her neck because she likes to be prepared and is trying to connect more to her culture. at least one of those pockets has snacks for silver. the flower on her ear is a plumeria india, one of my favorite flowers.

THORN: easily my favorite design in the set, oh my god i love how she came out. she has the same colors as my sunny design but desaturated, and almost the same markings. her jewelry is mostly gold with onyx and lapis lazuli insets. the design for the eye of onyx is inspired by @dragonsndoodles's design, which looks absolutely gorgeous and way more elegant than the graphic novel version.

SNOWFALL: i think i made her too round and soft-looking? idk i think she's cute though. i definitely had to get those pale sunset colors in there, and she has similar colors/markings to glacier. the tiara is one she found in the treasury after the racism crown™ was destroyed, and the shawl was a gift from luna as a thanks for helping her tribe. silk doesn't help much against the cold, but it sure is pretty.

WASP: SCARY BITCH. i had to mess with her colors a lot, i wanted to make her kinda greenish with red accents but it just was NOT working. i do like where i ended up though. i don't know that she would wear much jewelry, probably more armor than anything else, but i wanted to do hivewing jewelry so here we are. the neck piece was really fun to design. these are steel and gold with amber and peridot accents, and the cape is silk with gold embroidery. i have this headcanon of her having breath of evil growing out of her like a cordyceps fungus, and she uses the cape to cover the tendrils on her back.

SEQUOIA: ooo she was a challenge, i'm not great at designs with a lot of green or a lot of dark colors so she was fun. her colors are inspired by @daily-wof-designs, and the brown tones were pulled from pictures of giant sequoias. she wears braided leather straps hung with aquamarine, and the scarf might be silk? or some kind of natural fiber? i'm not sure. but it has leaf designs and is probably batik dyed (which is super cool btw look it up)

[gothicxreylover]

I just got an idea for a request. Yandere hashira plus kanao and Aoi and tengens wives with a foreign reader who was requested to come to Japan to slay demons by the master, except this reader isn’t a human, instead they are a naga, a mythological snake human hybrid creature from Indian mythology that protects humans from demons…additionally this readers body I built with a human upper half and snake lower half with their snake half being long enough to completely wrap up 10 people. Please and thank you

The Serpent Protector of Japan

Summary:

Summoned by the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps, a naga—a revered, mythological creature from India—enters the world of the Hashira. The naga’s duty to protect humans from demons aligns perfectly with the Corps’ mission, but their presence sparks a whirlwind of fascination, jealousy, and obsession among some of the Hashira and close allies.

The Arrival

The foreign naga arrives at the Demon Slayer Corps estate, their shimmering serpent tail gliding gracefully along the stone pathway. Their upper half is undeniably human—strong arms, a regal posture, and a face that radiates wisdom and authority. The lower half, however, is a strikingly long, iridescent snake body, coiled elegantly yet with enough force to crack stone if necessary.

The Hashira are gathered, the Master’s instructions to meet this “foreign protector” piquing everyone’s curiosity.

As they step forward, the naga greets them with a deep, melodic voice. “I am [Name]. Your Master has called for my assistance to protect humanity from demons. My kind has fought these creatures for centuries.”

• Shinobu Kocho: The Insect Hashira’s calm demeanor hides a rapidly growing obsession. She’s fascinated by the naga’s physiology and abilities, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Such a unique creature… I must study you. For science, of course,” she says sweetly, but her thoughts are far from innocent. She becomes possessive, often requesting the naga’s presence in her laboratory under the guise of research.

• Sanemi Shinazugawa: The Wind Hashira tries to keep his distance, masking his obsession with sharp words and disdainful glares. However, he finds himself drawn to the naga’s unmatched strength and grace. He secretly follows them during missions, his heart racing every time he sees them in action.

• Mitsuri Kanroji: The Love Hashira is immediately smitten. “You’re so beautiful!” she exclaims, her eyes sparkling as she admires their majestic form. Her feelings quickly evolve into a deep infatuation, and she’s often found clinging to the naga, offering them handmade snacks and shy confessions of admiration.

• Muichiro Tokito: The Mist Hashira is quiet but intensely possessive. He’s intrigued by the naga’s enigmatic aura and often stares at them with an unreadable expression. His obsession manifests in subtle ways—he ensures no one else gets too close, often stepping in with a blank stare when someone tries.

• Tengen Uzui and His Wives: The flamboyant Sound Hashira and his three wives are captivated by the naga’s exotic beauty and power. Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru each develop their own unique obsession. Suma is clingy and overly emotional, often wrapping herself around the naga’s human half. Makio is fiercely competitive, constantly challenging the naga to sparring matches to impress them. Hinatsuru, the calmest, uses her subtle charm to stay close, often offering to bandage wounds or prepare meals. Tengen himself finds their presence “flamboyant” enough to constantly praise, though his wives’ obsession soon stirs jealousy even in him.

• Kanao Tsuyuri: At first shy and reserved, Kanao watches the naga from afar. Her fascination grows into an intense attachment as she begins to mimic their movements and techniques. She secretly follows them on missions, ensuring their safety without revealing herself.

• Aoi Kanzaki: Though initially annoyed at the attention the naga receives, Aoi can’t help but be drawn to their protective nature. Her feelings shift from irritation to quiet longing, and she finds excuses to be around them, such as offering tea or helping with injuries.

Gyomei Himejima: The Stone Hashira is initially calm and reverent upon meeting the naga. He’s deeply respectful of their divine origins, often clasping his prayer beads and murmuring prayers in their presence. However, his admiration gradually twists into obsession. Gyomei begins offering prayers for the naga’s safety every day, becoming fiercely protective of them. He refuses to let them out of his sight during missions, insisting that it’s his duty to shield them from harm. “You are a gift to this world,” he says in a soft yet firm tone. “I will not allow anything, mortal or demon, to taint your purity.”

Giyuu Tomioka: The Water Hashira’s aloof demeanor hides a deep and growing infatuation with the naga. He’s mesmerized by their grace and power, though he struggles to express his feelings openly. Instead, he shows his obsession through actions, such as silently standing guard outside their quarters or leaving small, thoughtful gifts—a polished stone, a rare flower, or a perfectly prepared meal. When others try to approach the naga, Giyuu’s quiet nature turns icy. His piercing glare and clipped words are enough to make most back off. “You should leave. They don’t need you here,” he says, his tone calm but laced with menace. Despite his possessiveness, Giyuu’s subtle, protective gestures eventually make the naga take notice, though his inability to confess his feelings keeps them in the dark about the depth of his obsession.

Kyojuro Rengoku: The Flame Hashira’s fiery personality pairs with an equally intense obsession. From the moment he meets the naga, he’s completely enthralled by their presence. “You are magnificent!” he exclaims with his usual exuberance. “A being of legend, here to protect us all! I am honored to fight alongside you!” Rengoku’s admiration quickly turns into a burning obsession. He becomes the naga’s most vocal admirer, constantly praising them in front of others and insisting that they’re destined to fight together. His bright, cheerful demeanor hides a jealous streak—he becomes visibly irritated when others monopolize the naga’s attention.

Obanai Iguro: The Serpent Hashira is deeply intrigued by the naga from the moment they meet. The connection between his serpent motif and their snake-like lower half feels almost fated to him. However, his fascination quickly spirals into possessiveness.Obanai sees the naga as a kindred spirit and believes that only he can truly understand them. “We are alike,” he says one day, his mismatched eyes boring into theirs. “No one else could ever comprehend what it’s like to be seen as something other.” His jealousy is fierce, and he often uses his snake, Kaburamaru, to keep tabs on the naga. If someone else gets too close, Kaburamaru “accidentally” slithers into their path, disrupting their interactions. Despite his reserved nature, Obanai becomes more daring over time, often pulling the naga aside for private conversations. He speaks in a low, intimate tone, his words dripping with both admiration and a subtle warning: “You don’t need anyone else. They don’t understand you like I do.”

[newtonsheffield]

It's just occurred to me that the whole "it's just a convenient hook-up" is an equivalent of the TV show's "I am returning to India". Sure, Kate. Whatever you say, babe. 😌 You couldn't be further from the truth though.

“It’s just sex!” And Anthony’s standing there with a blanket for the made and snacks for her and her dog and his heart in his eyes like

“hey, do you wanna fall in love with me?”

And Kate’s like “… Damnit! Okay just once!”

like Anthony B ruining Kate’s plans since the dawn of time!

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Forgive yourself for the rough relationship you have had with your body over the years. The relationship we had with our bodies growing up is the prime reason it takes a lot for us to learn to trust ourselves again. There is so much unlearning we have to be willing to do. When I was younger, I loved to read and prided myself off being a good thinker. If I could have bypassed my body into enlightenment in high school, I would have done it because the last thing I cared about doing was feeling--deeply feeling and hated being called a “cry baby” when I was much younger. I had a sharp analytical mind and was on the math and debate teams in middle and high school and graduated with 3 Bachelor degrees-accounting, biology, and chemistry. I couldn't decide what subject I liked the most and decided to major in them all over a 6 year period. I am grateful that I came across this path of love and way of beauty and opening/expansion in my late 20s because it is truly the purest form of energy. I am thankful that I could reclaim the lost parts of me that brought me back to my soul, alongside strength and flexibility, and is aging me well. It's often the very subtle violence and abuse we normalize with our female bodies, like living mostly in our heads, that creates the most harm overtime. Doctors won't tell us that because they honestly do not know the deeper mysteries or practicalities of being female. We know the obvious ways we harm ourselves (our cells), like when being intimate with the wrong people or drinking too much, but we often miss the more subtle, culturally-acceptable ways encouraged by society and how we learn to socialize together. Sugar used to be my baby, my drug of choice. I used to keep cookies and candy near my bed at night and snack while watching television. I would sweetened everything-toast, cereals, teas, and enjoyed plenty of cakes, pies, and other sugary items. I loved pretty, well-made, high-quality, sugary pasteries from the fancy artisanal bakery as well. But after some years, too much sugar ages you faster than what is necessary. Because sugar, refined sugar, even too much sugar alternatives like agave or coconut sugar, processes as a stimulant or drug to the body. Even white carbohydrate foods like potatoes, rice, white bread, etc. turn into sugar once digested. And most people eat a load of carbs and dessert afterwards on a regular basis, which increases their chance of chronic pain, especially as they get older. Too many carbs or sugar actually represses your body and decreases your female libido. There are a few exceptions to people who can eat more carbs, such as long-distance runners, high-intensity athletes or very thin people with high metabolic rates, and the like. Think about how your body feels after you have had incredible sex with a lover. Mm. The very act of healthy lovemaking is deeply warming, grounding, and relaxing. It is extremely embodying to center this feeling and impulse, this grounded rooted core, in your life, even when you are not making love. If you practice this, it will positively impact every area of your life. Reclaim the beauty of your body just for your own love and care, and not simply for the public gaze and consumption. Breathe life back into your body by limiting or greatly reducing your sugar consumption and get into autophagy, which cleanses your cells and tissues and radiates your light. Move your energy out of your head a little more often and discover ways to stay in your body from the neck down. And witness the differences in how you feel and emanate overtime. You will find yourself becoming a new you! Ask me how I know. --India Ame'ye, The Melody Of Love

[pillow-anime-talk]

congrats on 4k, my fav writer! can i ask for buddha with fem!reader and number 14? it could be friends/lovers or something similar :) love you

# tags: scenario; strangers/?; a bit of comedy; fluff; size difference; human!reader; precious!reader; playful!buddha; ragnarok time; sfw

includes: female reader ft. buddha {ror}

author’s note: thank you so much, anonnie! love your idea so i hope you like it!

14. “Need some help, shortie?” 

Buddha loved to sit in nature surrounded by animals and plants, so exploring the gardens built in the arena was his favorite thing from the beginning of the first fight. He always sat under the trees with his favorite sweets, and sometimes he just took short naps; very often between conversations with other gods or the eldest Valkyrie and her younger sister.

Currently there was a battle between the most powerful sumo of the human world – Raiden Tameemon – and the god worshiped in India – Shiva. The Buddha was next, and his plan was slowly approaching its culmination. Before the fight, however, he wanted to rest and gather his thoughts, while enjoying a sweet snack in the form of a colorful lollipop, which he managed to smuggle.

Unfortunately (or not?), his favorite tree was taken. A young woman with a beautiful skin tone and a friendly-looking face was plucking juicy fruits in a shade of delicate purple mixed with pink from the huge plant. I would like to mention that she was not greedy and chose only very ripe fruit, ideal for harvesting. She had only three in her small basket and was trying to pick the last fruit, which unfortunately was much higher than she could reach. Her light dress looked really good on her body, while the jewelry decorating her neck and fingers perfectly emphasized the sparkle of her eyes and charming smile.

“Need some help, shortie?” The man stepped a little closer and glanced carefully at the petite woman.

When you turned around, he could have sworn you looked like a true goddess. You were just as beautiful – no – you were more beautiful than Aphrodite and definitely sweeter than the fruit in your hands. Your eyes expressed pure curiosity of the world, and your lips were twisted in a sincere, even childish smile. The necklace jumped slightly as you turned to your interlocutor, then greeted him with a slight bow.

“Only if you want... I’ll gladly accept your help.” You spoked timidly, causing the fair-haired sage only to nod. He quickly reached the beautiful plum from the branch and handed it to you. He was curious about you and really wondered who you were. After all, he had never met such a beautiful goddess before. Which religion were you from? “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Buddha.” He said softly, looking at you even more closely. Your voice as beautiful as the singing of nightingales in the morning, and the blush on your cheeks resembled juicy strawberries. “What pantheon are you from?” He asked curiously, and you only frowned, putting the fruit gently into a dark-colored wicker basket. Then you shook your head.

“Oh. I fight for humanity.” You replied with amusement, causing him mixed feelings. He was surprised; he did not expect that humanity has such beautiful women, and also so modest and delicate in her manner. “You may not know me because I died quite recently.” You added and the man nodded one more time. He wanted to know your story, your abilities, your problems. After all, everyone has one. “I’m seventh in line.”

Since Buddha was in the sixth round and you in the seventh, the deity hoped that you two would have a chance to meet again and talk for much longer; about life and death, about Ragnarok and about these sweet fruits... Like... Why did they catch your eye?

[phandomwatch]

happy phanniversary y'all!! Can't wait to start the celebrations in just a couple of hours, grab your snacks and get comfy and we'll see you from  2pm UTC - we'll post the link to join about 20 mins before we start! 💫💫

A reminder on time zones:

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9AM -Central (US)

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11AM -Brazil

3PM -UK

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5PM -Moscow

6PM -UAE

7.30PM -India

9PM -BKK

10PM -S’pore, Manila

11PM -Japan

1AM -Sydney

3AM (Oct 20) -NZ

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 23

Masterlist

Warning: sleep deperivation, a form of self harm, gay panic

Word count: 2.3k

The ringing of a bell announced your arrival at Lucia’s store. “I’ll be right with you,” her voice traveled from the back of the store.

“Take your time; it’s just me,” you called out and headed to the history section. You wanted to add supplemental reading on the topic you and Vision started. He said you would have to complete a project so you thought it was a good idea to get head start. You enjoyed your lesson with Vision as he taught you about early civilizations in India. After your time with Vision, it was straight into the training room with Maria. She was…intense, for lack of a better word. She discovered your limit and pushed you to reach past it. It made sense why she was Nick’s right-hand woman. You were thankful for the peace of Lucia’s shop.

“Hello, mjia,” Lucia said, holding a stack of books. You took the top few from her.

“Hi, how are you?” You asked and began to put the books away. You missed working here, the mundane action and it was an excellent way to shut your brain off.

“Busy since my best employee left me for the Avengers,” she teased and returned to her desk. You rolled your eyes and followed her with the books you picked out in your hand.

“I was your only employee, senora,” you said. “You may need to hire someone.” She mumbled something in Spanish you missed. You bite your lip as you grab a notebook from a pile on her desk labeled ‘free.’ “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, child,” you sighed, handing her the books you wanted to check out.

“Have you noticed anything weird going on in the neighborhood?” You asked. She looked at you curiously.

“Define weird,” you took the books from her and placed them in the bag you brought.

“Like people going missing and talking about me.” You quickly summarized. Lucia sighed, doing the sign of the cross across her chest. You should have kept your mouth shut.

“I noticed some regulars that usually show up on Tuesday meetings haven’t been around,” you frowned. Every Tuesday night, Lucia held events for people experiencing homelessness in the community. You could study, get help with resumes, or have a quiet place to be.

“I’m guessing the police don’t care, right?” She nodded. That was typical. The NYPD never cared about you or the others who lived on the street. “Thank you. If you hear anything else, let me know.”

“I will, but be careful,” she said. “I fear something dark is coming our way.”

*

You took the notebook from Lucia and threw the bag onto the floor. With a sigh, you climbed into bed. There was so much information running through your head. The weird warning by Caesar and Lucia noticed people disappearing. What was going on? You began to write everything in the notebook and how you were connected to all of this.

None of it made sense. You were a nobody. People recognized you because of your appearance or saw you as an easy target. You were someone now because the Avengers took you in. You bite the end of the pencil. If it had to do with the Avengers, why target you?

“Miss. Y/n,” Friday said. “Just as a reminder, you have a meeting with Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner.” You sighed and stood up, placing the notebook underneath your pillow. The last thing you wanted was to have a math lesson, but you packed your bag and headed for the lab.

*

“Is everything okay?” Pepper asked, causing you to look up from the tablet you were working on. After math, it was your internship with Pepper. Math was well math. Bruce and Tony made it enjoyable, but you still needed clarification. Once you were done, you stopped in the kitchen for a snack and walked to Pepper’s office. She explained that your internship would include a lot of the work you were already plus attending some meetings to take minutes and designing presentations. “You’ve been oddly quiet.” You sighed and tapped your thumbs against the screen.

“I went to see Lucia, the owner of a bookstore I used to go to a lot,” you started. “She said many of the regulars that go to weekly events haven’t shown up. No one knows where they are,” she frowned and closed her laptop.

“Have they reported it to the police?” You rolled your eyes with a huff.

“The police don’t care about us,” you admitted. “Besides, it’s hard to report a missing person when people come and go so much. There was a guy named Larry; he would disappear for 5 months, then come back and act like nothing happened.” The CEO sighed, folding her hands on top of her desk.

“Well, I’ll talk to Tony. Maybe he can put some pressure on the local police.” You stared at the CEO, blinking once, then twice. You weren’t sure what would come of it telling Pepper, but getting the Avengers involved was not it.

“Tony probably has other things going on,” you said, trying to deter from involving the billionaire. “More important things.” You added to prevent her from asking him.

“The Avengers are here to help people,” she stated. “Especially those in our backyard,” she smiled and reopened her laptop. “Do you care about this?” You were a little surprised by the question. You nodded; even though they weren’t the nicest to you, they were still people. And these people had someone who cared about them. “Then it’s settled. I’ll talk to Tony tomorrow.” You smiled.

“Thank you, Pepper.”

“Don’t mention it,” she smirked. “Now, get back to work,” she teased. You giggled and got back to work. If the Avengers were involved, you could get more than answers on where all these people were going. Could you figure out what else was going on?

*

You stared up at the ceiling, hands behind your head and music softly playing from the Walkman. Dinner was filled with questions about your first day of ‘school’, then Natasha and Wanda ensured all your homework was done before you went to bed. However, sleep was not going to happen. You couldn’t turn off your brain. You kept reliving the past few days. Turning off the music, you quietly left your room. Once again, your socked-covered feet led you to the training room. Like clockwork, you uncovered the machine and ensured empty batteries were ready to charge.

You faced the machine head-on and felt the electricity dance around your fingertips, but you refused to release it. Inside, you let the electricity grow and felt the warmth that radiated off of it. For the longest time, that warmth scared you. You associated that warmth with a punishment, but now you like it. It was another reminder that you were free.

You shot your hand forward and released the charge until the batteries were full. You repeated the process until your body began to feel tired, and your mind was blanketed. You knew you would sleep through the night.

*

Unfortunately, you felt stuck in a cycle. Classes, training, homework, and your nightly visit to the machine so you could get sleep. Was it healthy? Yes? At least you weren’t yourself. You were depleting your powers to force your mind into a dreamless sleep. There was no danger to your hippocampus, and you used your powers to help others.

On the fifth day of this self-made schedule, you were running on empty. Every word Vision was saying about the ancient world wasn’t registering. Your brain was mush. “Miss. Y/n,” you jerked awake at the conversation change. The man was smiling. “That’s the third time you’ve fallen asleep. Is the caste system of Ancient India not entertaining enough for you?” He teased.

“No, it is,” you defended. “And you are doing a great job. I just-“Vision chuckled, closing the book. “You are mean.”

“Go get some rest,” he said. “I’ll speak with the others and cancel your lessons for the day.” Oh, you could give him the biggest hug.

“You are amazing,” you shoved your books into your backpack. “Thank you so much!”

“Your health is more important than a civilization that’s been long gone,” you giggled, thanked him again, and took the elevator to your floor. It was thankfully empty as you made a beeline for your room. Throwing your backpack on the ground, you flopped onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

Persistent knocking on your door woke you up. You groaned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Come in,” you called out, not bothering to sit up. When the door opened, you saw America walk into your room. You rolled over to make room as she ran and jumped on your bed.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” you closed your eyes. “I was sleeping.”

“I know,” she giggled. Unbelievable. “But you’ve been so busy we haven’t hung out, so when Vision told me you were excused from your lessons, I came running,” you opened your eyes, and her head was turned to look at you. “Hi,” America smiled.

“You are a dork,” you said, rolling on your back and ignoring how your stomach flipped. “So what do you have in mind?” The bed shifted as you heard her get up. She grabbed your hand and pulled you into a sitting position. The smile she wore now was bigger, a little mischievous. “America,” you said slowly.

“Do you trust me?” She asked. You sighed, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I trust you.” She jumped from your bed and crackled your knuckles. Oh boy. Her eyes began to glow a light blue, a similar color and look to your electricity. You scrambled off your bed as she punched at your wall. A giant star formed, matching the style of some of her clothes. What surprised you was you saw people walking around - going about their day-to-day life as if a star wasn’t right next to them.

“Is this a portal-”

“To the multiverse?” You nodded. “Yeah, it is,” she held out her hand. “I did ask if you trusted me.” You laughed, took her hand, and allowed her to pull you through the portal. It closed behind you, and you were on a sidewalk similar to New York City. Nothing seemed out of place.

“Are you sure-” You saw cars flying in the sky. Your jaw dropped. “How is this possible?”

“It’s the multiverse, silly,” she dragged you down the sidewalk, where you saw inventions from every sci-fi book you’ve read - flying cars, hoverboards, and hologram phones. “Christianity never existed here,” she pulled you closer so she could whisper. “So the Dark Age never occurred, and humanity is 1000 years more advanced.”

“This is-” You were struggling to find a word to describe everything happening around you.

“I know,” she squeezed your hand. “It’s kind of crazy, but you get used to it.” You were curious to know if you would ever get used to it. “Let’s go get some food and explore.”

While you ate ‘pizza,’ you were curious if they called it something else here; America gave you the rules of multiverse travel. The biggest thing was not to cause an incursion - when the boundary between two universes erodes, and they collide, destroying one or both. When asked how to avoid that, America said it occurs with prolonged travel within the multiverse. “So we won’t stay long,” she took your hand and rang out of the restaurant.

Something about spending time with America outside the tower was different. She was always smiling around the others, but her smile was unlike her usual smile. It wasn’t as large and softer - she seemed happier. Was it because she was using her powers so freely? Or was it because it was just you and her? No team. No prying eyes. But no, you couldn’t think like that. America deserved someone better than you. Someone who wasn’t broken, scarred, and haunted so profoundly by their past. It was unfair to her.

“Y/n!” She yelled your name, and suddenly, her body crashed into yours, and you began to fall. Your back never made contact with the concrete sidewalk instead you saw the outline of her star as you fell into another timeline. You knew something was wrong by the way America held onto you; bruises were going to form on your arms.

Each time you expected to stop falling, the ground never came. Your stomach was flipping as you flew between different portals. It was never-ending as the world kept changing around you. For a split second, it was black and white, then hand-drawn. Were you in a jungle? You weren’t sure, but you wanted it to stop! You felt the grip America had on you loosen as she pushed you forward.

Time slowed down as you flipped through space and headed toward a portal. “America!” You yelled for her. It was impossible to control your body as you flew through the portal. You expected to keep falling, but your back hit a hard wooden floor - the air was knocked out of your lungs. Coughing a few times, another portal appeared above you, and you rolled out of the way before America landed on you.

“Thanks for breaking my fall,” she groaned. You sat up, rubbing the back of your head. The world was still spinning, and you felt sick to your stomach.

“Where are we?” You were sitting at the bottom of a tall staircase. The floor was wooden with a circular design, and you liked the blue. You saw a few areas to sit at. America sat up quickly, eyes wide and the color draining from her face.

“The where is subjective,” a mysterious voice said. “But I do know you are in a lot of trouble.”

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