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ambidextrousarcher · 2 years ago
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Snippets as I see it: Putting the snippet under a read more, it is fairly long for this exercise.
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Feat: Sendhan Amudhan’s sass at its finest. (I know he’s a fictional character, but I still enjoy him.)
Context: Kundavai and Vanathi visit the underground prison to free the Pazhayarai healer’s son and glean knowledge of Vandiyathevan’s whereabouts from him. They find the aforementioned man already freed by Nandini, Sendhan Amudhan imprisoned instead, and they ask him of the happenings. He is narrating the good news the traitor who betrayed Vandiyathevan and spoke ill of Poonkuzhali gave him, citing it as the reason he did not kill the other man.
“அத��� என்ன அவ்வளவு நல்ல சமாசாரம், அப்பா?”
“என்னுடைய நண்பன் வந்தியத்தேவனுடனேதான் இவன் கோடிக்கரைக்குப் போனான். அங்கே இந்தச் சண்டாளன் என் சிநேகிதனுக்குத் துரோகம் செய்து பழுவூர் ஆட்களிடம் பிடித்துக் கொடுத்துவிடப் பார்த்தான். அது முடியவில்லை...”
“முடியவில்லையா? அப்படியானால் அந்த ஒற்றன் தப்பித்துக் கொண்டு விட்டானா?" என்று வானதியும் குந்தவையும் ஒரே குரலில் ஆர்வத்துடன் கேட்டார்கள். இதைத் தெரிந்து கொள்ளத்தானே அவர்கள் இந்தப் பாதாளச் சிறைக்குள்ளே வந்தது!
“ஆம், அம்மணி! என் நண்பன் தப்பித்துக்கொண்டு போய்விட்டான். பூங்குழலி அவனை இரவில் படகில் ஏற்றிக்கொண்டு கடலில் இலங்கைத் தீவுக்குச் சென்றுவிட்டாளாம். தேடிப் போனவர்கள் ஏமாந்தார்கள். இந்தப் பாதகனும் ஏமாந்தான்!”
பெண்மணிகள் இருவரும் ஒருவரையொருவர் பார்த்துக் கொண்டார்கள். அவர்களுடைய உள்ளத்தில் ததும்பிய மகிழ்ச்சியை அவர்களுடைய முக மலர்கள் வெளியிட்டன.
குந்தவை சேந்தன் அமுதனைப்பார்த்து, "அப்பனே! ஒற்றன் ஒருவன் தப்பித்துக் கொண்டது பற்றி நீ இவ்வளவு சந்தோஷப்படுகிறாயே? உன்னைச் சிறையில் வைத்திருப்பது சரிதான்!" என்றாள்.
“தாயே! அந்தக் குற்றத்துக்காக என்னைச் சிறையில் போடுவது சரியானால், உங்கள் இருவரையும்கூட எனக்குப் பக்கத்து அறையில் போட வேண்டுமே!" என்றான்.
பெண்மணிகள் இருவரும் நகைத்தார்கள். இருளடைந்த அந்தப் பாதாளச் சிறையில், சேந்தன் அமுதனுடைய பாட்டு எவ்வளவு விசித்திரமாயிருந்ததோ, அப்படி அவர்களுடைய சிரிப்பும் அபூர்வமாக ஒலித்தது.
Excerpt From
Ponniyin Selvan Anaithu Pagangal (Tamil Edition)
Kalki
“What spectacular news was it, sir (that you pardoned so great a crime?)”
“He (the Pazhayarai healer’s son) had truly gone to Kodikkarai with my friend Vandiyathevan. There, this quarrelsome man had betrayed my friend and tried to lead the Pazhuvur men. However, he could not do so…”
“He could not do so, is it? In that case, has the spy escaped?” asked Vanathi and Kundavai in a chorus. After all, they had arrived at the prison for the purpose of ascertaining this as it was!
“Yes, my lady! My friend escaped. It is said that Poonkuzhali ferried him by boat at night to the isles of Srilanka. Those that went looking for them were fooled. This traitor was fooled as well!”
The two ladies looked at each other. The gladness filling their hearts bloomed on their faces.
Kundavai, her gaze on Sendhan Amudhan, said, “Sir! You are showing such happiness that a spy escaped, are you not? it is indeed for the right that you are imprisoned!”
“My Lady! if it is indeed right that I am imprisoned for that crime, then the two of you must also be imprisoned in the cells next to mine!” riposted he.
Both ladies laughed. Their laughter was as alien as Sendhan Amudhan”s melodious singing in the deep darkness of the underground prison.
Sendhan Amudhan, my man, you are hiding quite a lot of sass behind that innocent face, are you not? Score!
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aroaceleovaldez · 4 months ago
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i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:
You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.
You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.
You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.
You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.
You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.
You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.
You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.
#pjo#hoo#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#riordanverse#jason grace#annabeth chase#piper mclean#leo valdez#hazel levesque#frank zhang#meta#analysis#me shaking hoo: what if we actually address the interpersonal dynamics of the characters. please. please. please. please.#frank is the only person on the boat not having an identity crisis tied to another member of the crew somehow and that is FASCINATING#but also WHERE is all the interpersonal literally anything. hello. please. making grabby hands. everybody identity crisis go.#i wanna see the entire argo ii crew stumbling through trying to figure out their places and senses of self!!!!!#particularly in relation to each other!!!!! we get snippets but we rarely ever get the full thing or a resolution!!!#like. HELLO??? Piper acknowledging that her relationship with Jason is artificially sculpted in the image of Annabeth and Percy???#and that her ideals of what Jason and her can be are just that she feels like they need to be like what Percy and Annabeth have????#and thats just DROPPED COMPLETELY????#poor Jason is getting replaced twice. Leo is not his own person.#Hazel at least gets the resolution that Nico does not truly see her as a consolation prize#but Annabeth gets to be hit with the like EIGHT YEAR DELAY of learning the place she inhabits in Thalia's life is the echo of someone else#cause like. yeah she knew Thalia had lost her brother but i dont think it clicked for her until she met Jason that oh. she *replaced* him#Frank at least has some certainty about his identity in one aspect (his curse). everybody else is floundering a bit#except for maybe Percy but its kind of the camps of ''i replaced this person and it weighs on me'' versus ''i have been replaced''
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ciderjacks · 5 months ago
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thinking again about how much trust he had to have in Laios to recommend his own daughter in case he dies
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harriertail · 19 days ago
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warrior cats cover collection zine available for preorder! a collaborative zine of every warriors coveravailable in softcover + foil hardcover - free worldwide shipping
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laddertek · 3 months ago
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etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex
(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)
Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.
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flaccid-rats · 4 months ago
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pre ANH au where Din and Luke meet on Tatooine, have their summer romance and all that, and when Din inevitably has to leave Luke gives him a japor snippet (“It’s a good luck charm,” Luke says with a smile. “I’ve seen how reckless you get on your bounties.”) and Din thinks it’s a little silly, but he lets Luke put it around his neck anyway.
It is only a few days later that Din hears about the Lars family, about the fire, about how they never found a third body.
And then Din just…never takes that japor snippet off.
For years he wears it, the sound of the japor clinking against the beskar of his mythosaur pendant becoming so familiar to him that he panics when it falls silent. He reaches for his neck when he cannot hear that ringing sound, reaches for the japor, desperate to make sure it’s still there, that he did not lose what he has left of the man he would never really stop loving. Even when Din is dying, when he takes off his mythosaur pendant to give to Cara, when he begs her to take it, to bring this child he knows nothing of to safety, he keeps the japor close to his slowing heart.
And somehow, Din lives.
(“It’s a good luck charm,” Luke says with a smile.)
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reunitedinterlude · 5 months ago
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the cake scene saga
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messymoonmad · 30 days ago
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I LOVE YOUR ODYSSEUS DESIGN SO MUCH WTF HES SO PRETTY PLS KEEP THE LONG HAIR IT FITS I PROMISE TRUST -mun
Head empty just his wife and son and bloodshed
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I gotta admit it's growing on me. I'll keep this design for my upcoming animatics
The second one is hotter cause i used @/taln.art (instagram artist) as reference and they are an expert in handsome bearded men
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demaparbat-hp · 4 months ago
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Oh, Lala...
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regulusrules · 1 month ago
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After Merlin returns from Avalon, he finds a letter on Arthur's desk, untouched. It was left to be found by the only person who ever ventured this close. With trembling hands, Merlin reads Arthur's last words.
Merlin,
I hate that you are not here. I hate that you left me in what could be my last days. But I regret my words, Merlin, you must know that I do. They were easier to cast than to think about surviving the upcoming days without your guidance. In truth, I have never truly felt this alone, for in my darkest days, you were always there with me. You were always protecting me from a monster I have long feared. Facing this now without you— it somehow feels like the end.
Still, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you that way. But I do stand by some of the words I said, Merlin; you are the bravest man I know, and I channel my own strength from yours. Perhaps I overreacted because I always expected too much of you, and took your steady presence for granted. I know now that I shouldn't. I know now that it isn't what I owe you after all your years of love.
Forgive me, Merlin, for I also know that it is not cowardice that takes you away from me. Whatever the reason may be, I truly wish you succeed. I wish this endeavour brings you peace, for you, more than anyone, deserves it. I wish you find what you are looking for, and know that not a single cell in me blames you if the outcome of this battle turns unfavorable and I never see you again.
But Merlin, I do wish, more than anything, to see you again.
If not— you are to be my servant in the next life.
Your friend,
Arthur
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jakeperalta · 9 months ago
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I am deeply obsessed with the manuscript as the closing track of the anthology. returning to that first big life altering heartbreak, the one that inspired some of the most acclaimed and beloved work of her career, but it's a distant past now and it's almost as though it happened to someone else. and then, in the wake of all the intense loss and turbulence that the past two hours have documented, she knows what the agony was for. because just like all that now remains of that past relationship is the art that came out of it — including all too well, a song that was changed for her over the years into something beautiful and joyful — one day all that will remain of this period will be this manuscript, this album and all its feelings that eventually won't even be hers anymore but will belong to her past self and to its future listeners.
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andarateiacantori · 5 months ago
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am i crazy or has very little of what bioware has revealed so far been actual "spoilers" and not just very typical game marketing to get people interested in the story... like i get wanting to go in blind of course but then you shouldnt be watching this marketing stuff to start with lol
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futuristichedge · 11 months ago
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Disability headcanons
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elitadream · 1 month ago
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Words cannot express how delighted I am that this movie exists and how eager I am to watch it.
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It feels like a blend of Journey and Stray. My two favorite Indie games of all time. ;_; 💗 I just know this is going to be absolutely spectacular. ✨
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hemlock-dreams · 2 months ago
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Oh I got PLENTY of nicknames.
For Peter: Parker, Pete, Petey, Petah (said like Lois Griffan), Petey sweetie, Peter weenier, Petey pie, Peter Pecker, Sweet P, Shutterbug (cause photography), Lovebug, Spider-Parker/Peter-man, Webber, Webster, Slinger/swinger, Spider, Charlotte, Itsy bitsy
For Wade: Wilson, Dee, Doll, Mouth, Red, Pretty lady, Toots, Dimples, Big guy, Babycakes (Wade loves pancakes), Queenie
I don’t think Peter is the nickname type but Wade is rubbing off on him
YES! I love these!
The ones I've settled on are:
For Spidey: Slick (cuz he looks like an oil slick)/ Fangs (obv)/Webs/Spidey
For Peter: Pete, Petey, Baby Boy
As for Wade, Spidey mostly calls him ladybug cuz I have a sequence coming up that goes something along the lines of:
Deadpool: "Spider-Man? Really? Were they out of cool superhero names, or are you leaning into the 'step on me' kink?" Spidey: "Big talk coming from a guy dressed as a ladybug."
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tell me you don't see the resemblance
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cod-thoughts · 20 days ago
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“Thought you’d sleep in for once,” Ghost muttered, leaning down to meet Price’s lips in a lazy kiss. It wasn’t rushed—just a slow, easy press of their mouths, like they had all the time in the world.
“Couldn’t,” Price murmured against him, his hands finding Ghost’s hip. He tugged him closer, their noses brushing together as Ghost kissed him again, deeper this time. Price’s grip tightened, but there was nothing hurried about it, just deliberate and steady, as if he was memorising every detail.
Ghost huffed softly when they pulled apart, the sound low and amused. “You’re insatiable, old man.”
“Damn right,” Price shot back, his thumb tracing slow circles against Ghost’s hip. “You’re the one who came in here lookin’ like that. Can’t be helped.”
Ghost shook his head, but there was no real heat behind it, just the faintest curve of his lips, knowing he wasn't wearing anything special. He leaned in again, his fingers slipping under the collar of Price’s shirt, brushing against bare skin. Their mouths met in another kiss, slower this time, like the kindling of a fire, warmth spreading between them with every touch.
Then it happened. Ghost shifted his weight, leaning into Price a little too much as Price tugged him forward. He stumbled, landing hard in Price’s lap, chair creaking underneath them, his thighs bracketing Price’s hips as the two of them froze for a moment, faces inches apart.
“Fuckin' hell,” Ghost muttered, his hands braced on Price’s shoulders as the faintest flush crept up his neck.
Price, for his part, looked completely unbothered—if anything, the grin spreading across his face was downright wolfish. “Now this,” he said, his hands sliding up to Ghost’s waist, “is a sight I could get used to.”
Ghost narrowed his eyes, his voice low and rough. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Can you blame me?” Price replied, his gaze flickering over Ghost—his broad shoulders, the way his muscular thighs framed Price’s hips, the faint pink staining the tops of his cheeks. “Should’ve done this soon as you came in. Hell, I should have you like this all the time.”
“Thought this morning was enough for you,” Ghost shot back, his voice a teasing growl, though the flush on his face deepened.
Price’s eyes darkened, his grin turning into something hungrier. “Not even close.” Wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist, pulling him down just enough that their bodies pressed together, the solid weight of Ghost against him making Price groan softly. “You’ve no idea how fucking good you look right now.”
Ghost opened his mouth to retort, but Price didn’t give him the chance. He surged up, capturing Ghost’s lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was feral, desperate, all teeth and tongue as if Price couldn’t get enough of him. Ghost let out a low, surprised sound, his hands slipping up Price’s shoulders to his jaw as the kiss deepened.
Price’s hands roamed, one sliding up Ghost’s back to tangle in his hair, the other gripping his thigh, fingers digging into muscle as if to anchor him there. Ghost groaned, the sound muffled against Price’s mouth, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. His hips shifted instinctively, pressing harder against Price, who growled in response.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Price muttered, his voice rough and breathless as he pulled back just enough to drag his teeth along Ghost’s jaw. His lips found the sensitive spot beneath Ghost’s ear, biting down lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.
Ghost shivered, his fingers slightly tightening around Price’s jaw. “Thought you could handle it, Captain.”
“Handle you?” Price’s laugh was dark, his lips brushing against Ghost’s throat. “Barely.”
The room felt hotter, the air between them thick with want as their movements grew more frantic. Price’s hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of Ghost’s spine, squeezing his thighs, pulling him impossibly closer. Ghost leaned into it, his breath hitching as Price’s teeth scraped against his collarbone.
“John,” Ghost rasped, his voice strained, his usual composure cracking under the heat of Price’s attention.
“Tell me,” Price said, his voice a low growl as he kissed him again, biting at his lower lip before dragging him impossibly closer. “Tell me what you want, love.”
Ghost didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed Price with a desperation that said everything, his body pressing against him as if trying to fuse them together. Price groaned into his mouth, his hands sliding to Ghost’s ass, urging him to roll his hips into a sinful grind.
Whatever playful teasing had been between them was long gone, replaced by something raw and consuming. Snaking a hand into Ghost's hair, Price pulled him back with a gasp and looked up at Ghost, his chest heaving, his brown eyes burning with want as he took in the sight of his lover—flushed, ruffled, and completely his.
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