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themotherofblood · 1 year

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I saw you opened your requests again, so to finish off my series of requests inspired by Bollywood songs, can I please get Daemon x poc fem reader inspired by "Laal ishq" with lots of angst and nsfw please? (feel free to ignore)

you asked and I shall deliver!! I love the song, even though it’s melancholic. So to go with the theme of estranged lovers. Reader and Daemon have been friends for years, that eventually blossomed to love. Daemon is being forced to marry Rhea. There is no age gap since both have grown up together (also a really disgusting twist, fuck Jaeheryes!) THERE IS A PART TWO WITH SMUT I PROMISE!

Daemon Targaryen x Reader | WC: 5003

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tw: mentions of incest, pregnant people and crass language

Daemon’s blood boiled anew since he was knighted the year before and was handed his ancestral sword. Dark Sister. He flew Caraxes faster, he trained harder. While one-half of his time was spent being a more valiant warrior than he already was, the other half was spent with you. Head in your lap, as he fawned on your beauty over and over again. It wasn’t right, you were a noble lady - a princess at that; you were to be chaste and untouched. Yet the walls of the Red Keep often turned a blind eye to your and Daemon’s ongoings. Everyone expected it so, seeming how Daemon always got what he wanted. The court expected that you would be wed to the young prince before Baelon would sit on the throne.

The door to the Godswood slammed open with a thud, and gruff sounds of huffing followed by clanks of armour filled your ears as you smiled to yourself. Almost enjoying every time your lover, pouting and broody demanded your affection after a long day of being consumed with his knighthood. You looked up to find Daemon placing his helm on the wooden table of refreshments before yanking out a leather flask of Flea Bottom’s finest moonshine, growling from the back of his mouth as the burn coated his sore throat. He huffed before plopping down next to you. The stench of mud and sweat filled your nostrils, much used to the muck as you kept working on your embroidery. Lip tucked between your lips as you passed a red string through the fresh patch of linen.

Daemon’s demeanour shifted, without having said a word as his attention was drawn to your nibbled fingers working over the delicate patches of thread. The designs of a story rather than the simple florals most ladies wore at court.

“Who bested you this time?” your voice caught his attention, your eyes still fixated on your work and yet the frustrations bubbling within him were apparent. Daemon narrowed his eyes at you before taking three large swigs from his flask.

“No one, every one of them has tasted dirt by my hands today,” he quickly replied, his mind toiling with a different malady altogether, like a plague. Clinging to the crevices of his head. How does one ask a lady such a thing?

“Then what’s got you pouting today?” you mused at him, this time placing the cloak down and turning to look at his defensive expression. His faded brows pulled to a tight-knit and his mouth parted with no words dancing over his lip. You raised your brow at him, knowing him far better than he realised.

Back in the yards, young lords with Daemon sparred away their mornings. Determined and raging as they charged at one another or dummies. Sparking conversations of bloody war fantasies and of comely girls at court. Out of the few closest to Daemon, five were already married - even his brother. Not that the notion of marriage had him praying like the fanatics at the Sept but even as stories of Old Valyria painted his dreams. He pictured his sweet lover, you in the grab of his house. Muttering words of Valyrian as his love for you would be legitimised by the eyes of dragons and the Fourteen Flames. Perhaps as his own sister-by-law, Aemma swelled full of her first child. He pictured little white-haired children of his own, perhaps enough to put his grandsire’s abilities to shame.

Daemon was sure if he would bring the matter up with his father. That perhaps his Jahereys would offer his hand to your father. There was much to be gained politically, and he would soil the sheets with his blood to cover for the lack of your maidenhead. The plans in his mind were crystal, already insistent of you becoming his lady wife. Though it was a matter of if you’d wish it so, or if your family would approve it.

“I- I asked father to have your hand in marriage,” he replied in one quick breath, his ears ringing from the silence that followed. A blank expression that spread through your features didn’t help his turmoil either as he waited for you to say something or refused him outright. “Fuck’s sake, say something?” he frowned, taking hold of your shoulders and shaking you.

The words wouldn’t reach your lips as you blankly stared him down, blinking profusely back to reality as his worry turned into disappointment. You straightened yourself, folding away the cloak on your lap before gently laying in on the grass, your chest pushing against your corset from how hard you were breathing. Abruptly, you launched yourself at him, knees catching at your gown uncomfortably that you didn’t care for as you straddled his lap to kiss him. There was a fire in how your lips connected, Daemon was truly taken aback for a moment before chuckling and giving into the onslaught, hands caressing each other’s cheeks. You rested your forehead against Daemon’s, “You want this? Marriage?” you had to ask to be sure, that perhaps this wasn’t another one of his spurts of passion.

He nodded “Would you? Be my lady wife?” his eyes, wider than the Septa’s when she heard crass remarks. Bursts of anticipation flooded Daemon’s heart. You would be his, to have and to hold. The colours of his house staining the mustard silks adorning your skin, there would be no reason to conceal such ardour for one another, a flame concealed by forbidding it air. Young souls afraid of its fire would see all but the world, perhaps diminished before it could swallow you whole. The embers would finally take flight, burn anyone who would question Daemon’s affections for you. It was way past time that the two of you should have been wed, every lord was afraid of approaching you from the fear of being eaten by Caraxes, and the ladies stood ten breaths away from the fear of being poisoned by you.

You, a Princess of House Martell, Darmon a Prince of House Targaryen and yet your names for one another held not houses or titles but otherworldly, cosmic - cathartic titles ones of adoration and the rest, not High Valyrian, Ryonish or the Common Tongue could describe. Oftentimes than not it felt unreal, fabricated that perhaps it was the joy of having another, the thrill of breaking statues or perhaps it was finally a sense of home. You saw him for who he was and he, you, not within the wild inclinations but perhaps the calm hidden behind the mirror.

The elation of your supposed oncoming betrothal spread cheek to cheek, the corners of your eyes crinkling (even be fair to say teary-eyed) yet you purse your lips. Still lingering on the question on Daemon’s lips, it was yes - such agreement you could scream your throat sore from Rhaenys Hill - mischief however clouded your mind as you pulled back from him, scrunching your brows in deep thought. A look of offence adorned Daemon’s sharp features; a minx through and through. “Fly a piece of the moon back to me and I shall think about it,” a mere jest, followed by a giggle to seal the line. Daemon’s eyes flickered with another opportunity but for now his work was done.

The tunnels in the Red Keep had stood witness to the damning celebrations that followed after, sneaking baskets of blankets, spiced wines, lemons, and plum cakes being carried from the kitchens to your solar. Even if you were caught, there wasn’t a fret or consequence. You were to be married. Far too intoxicated to do anything by the end of the night, as the vulgarities whispered by Daemon against your ear as his fingers rested against your blushed lips, feeding you pieces of purple grapes to muffle the deep bellied giggles pouring out of your mouth.

The morrow bloomed in with you sprawled atop furs by the dying embers of the hearth, skin sticky from no doubt the sweets consumed last night as your chambermaids poured in to tidy your chamber and you make princess-like once more for the respectable court. Though comely and courteous charm oozed out of your every pour, you let out dishevelled groans and grumbles as you pulled yourself awake. Finding an indent in the furs where your lover had nestled with you the night before and now he fluttered away like every morning. Pristinely dressed in your riding clothes, your schedule today consisted of visiting Lady Aemma, avoiding the snarky air headed ladies and court and paying your precious steed and visiting the Kingswood.

Aemma Arryn, already swelling from her first babe, wore her discomfort with much grace. Hoping to birth a boy for Viserys but in her heart she knew the babe to be a bumbling girl. “I’ve heard something about you… and Daemon,” her lips curled in a sly smile. Yet you being devoid of romantical theatrics, heat still evaded your composure and flared across your cheeks. You shuffled onto the chaise next to her, giggling as you hesitantly held your arm out. She meekly nodded at your gesture, grabbing your palm to place over the bump, the skin firm yet softer under your touch. Living with dragons mere breaths away from you and yet an entire person being inside your friend fascinated you, perhaps such would be your fate without the lemon heads in your environs while engaging in the salacious acts with Daemon.

Your eyes crinkled at the corners, much aware of what Aemma had heard - from Viserys no doubt - the older Targaryen brother hid not one thing from his sweet wife. Both brothers were highly hen pecked by the women they took as lovers. “What could you have possibly heard, I swear I poisoned no one,” your lips curled to a wry grin making her tap your thigh mischievously with her foot. You pulled them onto your lap, kneading your fingers into the mass of her foot, alleviating pressure from her overbearing weight.

“Viserys overheard Prince Baelon talking with the King… Can you imagine us, sisters!” her smile widened cheek to cheek, already pictured dressing you in ivory herself like you did her.

“Whatever you have done to my brother, I applaud you,” Viserys’s voice chimed from behind you, leaning against the door frame, admiring his glowing wife with a graceful smirk on his face “The Street of Silk shall mourn his absence,” he teased making Aemma glare at his antics

“Do not listen to him,” she scoffed, “Have you told anyone yet?” You shook your head, wanting to keep this joy just between the people you trusted the most before the vultures found a way to make profit of such an event yet again.

“Do you know where he is?” you turned to Viserys who pointed out the window to the skies.

The air crashing against your skin as your hair followed free of its braided constraints, purple leather hugged your skin, shielding you from the chill of this day’s climate. The trees mere green shadows in your periphery blend all as one, just your own breathing echoing in your ears and the quicked hoof beats of your night black mare Nysa. While she couldn’t fly, her legs were no less than being afloat in the clouds, brushing past the dirt road at speeds incomparable to the naked eye. She neighed at a halt, right at the end of the meadow. The greenery reached as far as your eyes could see, you lingered in the quiet for a moment, the bird, the grasshoppers and even the leaves melodically sang a song for your ears.

The winds tore past the stink of the bustling livelihood of King’s Landing, amidst the rain that was sure to follow within the end of the week, the forest smelled of leaves, of warmth and damp. You shuffled off your horse, your own personal guard no doubt still catching up to the rampage that tore you through the thick tree lines. Deep breaths of fresh air flooded your lungs, you often dreamed of riding all the way home, to bask in the crisp sunshine at the Old Palace.

You walked holding onto Nysa’s reigns, finding a spot to sit with your legs over the rocks looking down into the ditch, while your marriage would bring forth much joy in your life. Perhaps a blissful life at Dragonstone, a cat, Caraxes and him. Mostly you’d enjoy being a royal lady-wife, perhaps it would make the ladies at court fear you more than a poisoning, Dornishmen - salacious varmints.

Higher above from where you were sitting, Daemon flew past the clouds, higher every moment. A feat encouraged by your jest but in reality a grace question, why hadn’t the Targaryens ever touched the moon? The dim witted Septons nor the droll Maesters had an answer for it. He took matters in his own hands, clipped to Caraxes as he rode the Red Wyrm to newer heights. The air around him was much colder and yet he kept climbing. Taking in large gasps of breaths, however lungs simply couldn’t get enough. A piece of the moon - he could do that much for his sweetest wife to be, a wedding gift better than any silk gown or golden necklace. What completely overshadowed the struggling mount underneath him was you. Caraxes fought to climb, the sky growing a deeper shade of blue, as Daemon’s mind fantasised his way through the journey; the lack of air in his lungs slipped right past.

Knocking him unconscious first, Caraxes yet climbed heights above than before until he realised Daemon slumped backwards on his saddle; severing any control the prince had on his dragon moments before. Such exhaustion consumed the Red Wyrm too, while still within his prime his wings tucked tight as he fell from the skies like the stories of angels the High Septon preaches.

The striking red of the dragon’s body clashed against the bright and clear skies that graced King’s Landing today. Just as you lounged at the edge of the meadow, a falling red figure wasn’t hard to miss. You stood to your feet immediately, fascinated at what it might have been. The Blood Comet in the scrolls wasn’t due for another decade or two. Only instead of gliding across the horizon of the sky, it grew bigger by the moment; until you saw the flutter (no book said anything about fluttering rocks falling from skies above). The dark membranes outline the red made you gasp “Oh gods,” this had been either a sick thrill Daemon had decided to partake in or he was truly falling from the heavens.

You mounted Nysa, rushing towards the falling figure from the skies. While to others the moment seemed fleeting but it felt ages as you neared the falling dragon. Caraxes spread his wings, in desperate attempts to halt the descent as he gained consciousness. Daemon, still attached to his saddle but nowhere near coherency. A loud crash accompanied a mushroom cloud of dirt blasting through the woods, Nysa nearly throwing you off her back as she neighed, startled to shit. You jumped off her, your personal guard merely catching you in time as Ser Alysen gripped your arms. Warning you of the dragon that laid huffing and curled, he would eat you, he would eat you.

You screamed from the back of your throat, pushing Alysen off your back and rushing towards Caraxes. “Do not fucking eat me,” your mind toiled, yet you had to know if your lover was alive or if you were widowed before you even had the chance to step on the alter. The red dragon’s nostril flared, low bellied chirps echoing through the settling dust, please - let me see him. You weren’t sure how you would fight a creature four times your size but perhaps his bigger mind sensed your harmlessness, putting up no protest as you pulled yourself onto Daemon’s saddle, him still slouched, breathing.

“Daemon, Daemon wake up,” you cupped his cheeks. Shaking him profusely, the behemoth he was growing into. You couldn’t carry him off the dragon even if you wanted to. “Come on now, wake up!”

Most of King’s Landing already witnessed a mythical creature falling from the heavens. Half of them ran for the Grand Sept, howling of the end times and the people in the Keep knew it to be Daemon. Within minutes more riders arrived with aid, the others contemplating the possibility of an attack. They found you on top of the Red Wyrm. Distraught and holding the young prince’s body hugged onto you, getting him off the mount proved a far harder challenge than anything the Stranger would ever test them to. A crying princess and an unwilling dragon.

You had raced behind the wheelhouse carrying Daemon back to the Red Keep. Maesters were already alerted and awaiting the prince in his bed chambers. While you had no business being in his quarters, even you had found him. You paced like a mad woman outside his bed chambers, if he died you swore to torment him in the afterlife as you counted every brick placed in the wall you were staring at.

Prince Baelon soon after burst through his quarters, hearing about his son as his conversation with father seemed to have turned quarrelsome. Both him and Viserys had raced down the corridors, the sight was none for relief but you sat on the floor. Knees bobbing in anxiety as you chewed through your nails. Having realised what Daemon might have been doing as dread and anger was replaced with guilt. You made him do this.

The questioning look on the princess’ faces was replied with one meek sentence “I asked him for the moon,” your eyes welling once more. Yet for the sake of your dignity and name you turned away.

After much waiting, yet not having left Daemon’s quarters. You waited patiently for him to awaken, for reasons other than to either press grateful kisses all over his face, or grovel at his feet for his blessed romanticism. Flattered (truly - completely) for broken bones set straight, and bruising along the side of his shoulders and two fat sheep, the cost of the moon on land. When Daemon grumbled awake, his family were the first to receive him until Baelon - being the true supporter of your union - ushered you in after demanding that the Maesters and attendants all leave. The father in him refrained from yelling at his son’s recklessness but you dutifully performed that right for him.

Daemon grinned, loopy from the milk of poppy no doubt. “Princess!” he dragged, very likely expecting an embrace or a pat on his shoulders for his efforts as he sat perched by pillows against the stone headboard. He instead was met with a swift and ringing slap across his cheeks, your eyes and nostrils flared.

“Have you lost your fucking mind!” the rage of a true Dornish woman radiating through your words, unbothered that the Heir to the Iron Throne stood witness to the crisp smack you had landed on his son’s face. You tilted your head, demanding an answer - palm stinging and yet itching to land another sharp smack on his other cheek as he grinned once more. While his cock nearly twitched seeing his sweet princess so ferocious about his life, your eye would soon begin to twitch as he kept up his antics.

“You asked for the moon,” he trailed away, clearly aware of the blunder he had created.

“A joke Daemon! A joke!” you dug your fingers into his cream tunic as you climbed on his bed “If I asked you to jump off Maegor's Holdfast, would you?” you scolded, Daemon’s mischievous glint now turned soft as your anger gave way to your concern. He nodded in agreement, nodding away like a spring headed doll. You smacked him on the shoulder once more, your bottom lip trembling as you remembered the terror you had felt as he laid unconscious in your arms “I thought - you moron,” your voice broke. “I thought you were dead,” you whimpered, making Daemon shuffle up higher.

He pushed stray hairs away from your face, his eyes soft as he glanced over your scrunched face. His thumbs caressing your cheeks before pulling you into him. You sobbed, near incoherent as relief washed over your fright. Daemon shushed you, apologising for scaring you, he looked up to where his father stood in his receiving chambers with a sheepish yet apologetic smile on his face. Baelon’s eyes glinted with knowing sadness, smithing Daemon wrote as disappointment for the stunt he had pulled. Baelon nodded knowingly at Daemon, reassuring him that you and him not to be disturbed before exiting and closing the door behind him.

Daemon milked his injuries for all they were worth, the warrior in him laid to rest as he demanded care from you at all times. From having you snuck through the tunnels to lay with him curled under the furs to insisting that you change his bandaging for him, read for him and braid his hair. The reality that Daemon was the younger sibling had never been more apparent than these past two moons as his bones realigned themselves, even Caraxes shared Daemon’s temperament during this time. Refusing to hunt and gobbling through the horde of sheep the dragon keepers would bring for him.

Whatever announcements of nuptials were to be made were postponed until he healed whole. So here you lay in the Godswood with Daemon oddly chirped than before as Prince Baelon’s feast begins tonight, having him affirmed as heir yet again as Jahereys health began to decline. Barely being able to speak more than a cough or two. The Old King’s time neared to an end, something that had deeply bothered all the Targaryens in the family. Bringing nearly the end of the century of dragons, even Aemma near the end of term. Much was to grace House Targaryen in the coming moons, so sitting here under the red leaves in the glaring warmth of the afternoon - there was silence, there was tranquillity.

You mindlessly sectioned Daemon's hair, braiding it far better than the handmaiden did for him. “You are going to be the prettiest Prince tonight, have women drooling and what not,” you giggled, knowing very well he found your teasing amusing but it often came at the price of having your rear smacked out of the blue.

“I shall escort you tonight,” Daemon whispered, lost in the sensations of your finger tips fiddling against his scalp, consequences and rules meant little to him now, let the world know and have the bother be done with, you were his. What else was there to say about it

“No, you may not,” you shook your head, tongue poked out as you dismissed him. He moved his head to look up at you, you shook your head once more “We cannot, not just yet,”

This one dismissal would result in a knight of pawing and pouting, you were sure of it. A prince of six and ten and yet he couldn’t behave like one. Your gown for tonight already laid awaits in your bed chambers, a gorgeous mustard and gold gown to compliment the symbols of your house. While Daemon often insisted you wear black or perhaps even red, in his head the two of you were already wed; it was only a matter of formality. What courting a woman that has been with him since his toddlerhood.

The Throne room once more had been decorated to charm the guests travelling from all over the Known World, to pay respects to the Old King and to find allegiances with their soon to be King, Prince Baelon. Many noble ladies of courts far and wide, dressed in their finest gowns, hoping to catch the eye of a Targaryen prince, perhaps the heir or perhaps his son. Prince Baelon appeared mellow, almost irked as he made his rounds. You greeted him upon arrival but his usually courteous smile to you seemingly turned to a grunt of an acknowledgment. You found solace within your known friends as they gushed over each other’s gowns while feasting over candied apples and cake. Daemon arrived later, a quirk of his as he walked in head held high and nonchalant, lips curled in a smirk as ladies began to hound him with questions of his well being.

The Kingsgaurd made their presence known as the crowd simmered to whispered conversations, everyone resumed their seats on either side of the Throne room. You sat with a few Dornish delegates and your brother Quentel Martell, he was rather chirpy about being housed by Targaryens, and odd joy or perhaps understanding bubbling in his chest as he socialised with the other heads of houses. The grand titles of the king were read out as his silhouette crowded your vision, the Old King stood in his regalia. A dying dragon yet stood commanding an entire room, people erupted in cheers as he walked to his Throne, his heir and son stood by the spiking swords by the ground.

The grandeur of the feast continued through the elaborate evening, tables coated in food and spilt wine drying sticky. Daemon and you made your rounds, inquiring of the latest salacious gossip and giggling over the older maidens that swooned over his father,when in was unsaid yet apparent that no woman in all of this court would ever be what Alyssa Targaryen was, her fire: her passion were truly unmatched. Another round of announcements were to be made, a grand toast to proclaim Baelon Targaryen as heir once more.

“It is with great pride, I once again affirm,” Jaeherys looked to his son admiringly, Baelon shuffled uncomfortably where he stood and yet you held a sorrowful smile, he truly deserved to have Alyssa beside him, she would have been a far valiant Queen than Westeros had ever seen. “My son, Baelon Targaryen is Heir to the Iron Throne and to be the future King of The Seven King,” the crowd applauded in unison as you joined them, Daemon nudged Viserys as he would be King after his father. As the applause died down, Jaehereys continued “I also with great pleasure, announce the betrothal of my grandson Daemon Targaryen,”

Heat creeped onto your cheeks as you caught Daemon’s lilac eyes across the room, crinkled at the corner as he smirked at you; both of you already aware of the verdict. Daemon contained all his animalistic happiness within him as he mouthed “my wife” to you. For moments, the hundreds of nobles and servants around you disappeared, all the remained were your eyes and his, separated by the wall from the watching gallery where you stood, here where you would be married, anointed by the King himself or the High Septon.

“With the noble lady Rhea of House Royce!” King Jaehereys’s voice boomed through the hall following thunderous applause. The crowds either turned to direct their applause at Daemon or turned to find the bronze dressed house and clapped.

Daemon's betrayed frown turned to his grandsire and his father, this couldn’t be - he was told otherwise, he wished otherwise. Lady Rhea, the great brown haired beauty she was - had already approached the makeshift altar, shuffling her way past the chairs to the Iron Throne; she stopped by Daemon, waiting from him to approach her. Daemon stood his ground, a deceived scowl began to tear through his princely composure and yet he had no choice over the demanding glare Jaehereys had fixed upon his grandson. Daemon felt the urge to empty his contents right onto the stone floor as Lady Rhea and him bowed in honour. Rhea, unaware of Daemon’s inner discomfort began to soak in the outpour of love for the new Targaryen wife to be.

While Daemon began to contemplate ways to weasel his way out of this, he found you standing at the gallery. The wine cup in your hand king dropped as you stool colourless and frozen. Not a blink nor a twitch as you stared at the window behind the throne, bile covered tongue as the sweet wine in your mouth turned bitter. The night was far from ended.

“With such auspicious news, my son, Baelon Targaryen presents you with your future Queen. To secure another reign of dragons, the Prince is betrothed to the Princess of Dorne!”

Another round of shivers jolted you from your trance, this time your reddening eyes shifted to look at the King - he who searched for your mustard clothed figure in the sea of people. Baelon had sooner caught your eye than him as he approached the stairs leading up to the gallery. People all around you are cheering and you hear muffled chatter. His hands tucked behind his back as he waited for you to come to him, how do you marry a man who held nothing but fatherly admiration for you wit, how do you marry the father of your lover. You eyes hadn’t dared meet Daemon’s just yet, refusing to look at the woman that stood next to him as you pulled away from the steel railing of the gallery. Your feet mindlessly carrying you to the unchosen prince, your palms shaking as you took his hand. Any lady in your position would quake with blushed prospects, “she’s just shy” you were terrified, betrayed and above all bleeding.

There will be a part 2 :)

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e-vay · 4 months

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Evay QA Bulk Post 3

Here’s the latest assembly of asks, assorted by topics so you can browse only what interests you. Also, some questions refer to the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game I made, so to avoid spoilers for those of you who haven't played it, I put those asks all the way at the bottom. If you haven't played my game yet, please go play it!

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: E-vay may i ask which tablet mark do you use for your drawings?

And dreamylumi-art asked: Was wondering what is your favorite brushes In Procreate? Your drawings look so fun and bouncy that I’m interested in your process!

A: I use an iPad and I do all my drawings in Procreate now. I like to experiment with brushes, but the primary brushes I use come standard with Procreate. I use the "Procreate Pencil" for my sketches and the "Technical Pen" for linework :)

Anon asked: How are u and ur family doing? ❤️

A: You are so very sweet for asking ❤️ We're all doing really good right now. My dad's surgery went great and he's cancer free and fully healed. My mom is on medication that's helped her a lot. Things are also looking up for my younger sister (she even got engaged this Christmas!). I'm stressed but for good reasons hahaha I'm very thankful and counting my blessings right now.

twistedchaos101 asked: Hey, what’s your MBTI?

A: I just retook the test and I got "INFJ-T Advocate" for myself :)

karura-senpai asked: Have u ever heard of these new bollywood movies like Animal and Dunki which are popular rn around the world because of instagram reels and tiktok videos...

A: I can't say that I have, I'm sorry! My Tiktok FYP is very niche so I don't see many things about movies on there.

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I had not known about this before you told me! I just listened to it and I really loved it. It has that beautiful, 60's-Beatles feel to me. Thank you so much for point it out to me!

Anon asked: What's your creative process when going into writing / planning for a comic? Apologies if this has been asked before.

A: I normally start by just jotting down any super rough concepts/quotes in my notes app. If the piece I'm doing involves stuff I don't know by heart (renaissance clothing or certain landscapes or anything like that) I'll work on gathering a TON of resource images. That way I'm not interrupting my drawing process by repeatedly stopping to look up references. I try to do it all up front and have it saved somewhere I can easily access.

Once I have more time, I'll write out the script in a Google Doc. I break up the script by each panel. I won't always have all the elements ready in my head, and sometimes I'll combine panels or separate them more, but I can always adjust:

Once I have a basic script, I can start to rough out the drawings/panels. These are just gestural drawings; I'm not looking to do anything too detailed here. I'm trying to figure out what best captures the emotions/energy of the scene and determine the natural flow of where your eyes will want to read the art and word bubbles:

Then I move on to the "pencils." This is my opportunity to nail down the expressions and flow. Sometimes I'll realize the page is imbalanced so I will redesign the panels so it has more even weight distribution or make it more dynamic/emotional. I always draw the characters in different colors so it can help me make sure I know what lines belong to which character:

Then it's on to all the fun stuff: Lines, coloring, shading and adding text!

I hope this answered your question! It's pretty straight forward :)

Anon asked: have you ever watched the anime fairy tail? if no i think sonamy fits the main couple NaLu (natsu x lucy) really well, like as if they’re similar 🫶🏻

A: I'm sorry, I've never seen it! I don't watch much anime anymore.

Anon asked: Can you make different characters(aka people sonic characters/oc) in your own style

A: When I'm open for commissions, yes! I am not open for commissions at the moment but I plan on doing that this year.

MISC SONIC ASKS

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: I liked the relationship we saw between Longclaw and baby Sonic in the movie, but I consider the movie as something entirely separate from the game/comic canon. I don't include any of the movie elements as part of my AU.

essycogany asked: What do you like most about Prime!Sonic?

A: Hmm, I think my favorite thing about him is how open he is with his emotions. In this show, he's very verbal about how much he cares about his friends and he doesn't hide it when he's sad or upset about something. In other media, Sonic has a habit of masking his emotions. I get that that's part of his personality, but it's nice to see this different side of him. (I also like how he showed more emotions in Frontiers, too!)

juli071023 asked: e-vay, what motivates you a lot about Sonic these years, why do you love it a lot, what motivates you about that character?

A: In the words of Young Neil, 'that's kind of a big question' haha. Simply put, the franchise just fuels me with excitement and joy and love! The character Sonic represents happiness and freedom and living in the moment and loving life to the fullest and I think that's such a great outlook to have. From a meta standpoint, I love how good the Sonic Team is to us fans. They engage with us regularly and put out SO MUCH CONTENT for us, more than any other franchise I'm aware of! I mean there are plenty of other great IPs out there, but you don't get the bombardment of games and shows and comics and social media engagement (etc) that you get with Sonic. I just think that's so cool! The fans love Sonic so much and the creators know that and reward us for our commitment. It's awesome.

Anon asked: So who do you think would win in a fight between Mario and Sonic

A: I gotta go with my boy Sonic! But of course it's better when they team up :D

Anon asked: How do you feel about the Dadow theory/au? As in Shadow being Silvers Dad. I honestly like it a lot.

A: If they're related, I think it makes more sense for Shadow to be Silver's grandpa or great grandparent. I think there are plot holes to say that he's directly his dad but I'm definitely open to them being related. Plus I think people can headcanon/au just about whatever they want, so I'm not against that theory :)

Anon asked: Hi e-vay, I hope you’re having a great day!! My question is: if there were to be a Sonic movie that’s only about Sonic and the guys but they were all being played by human actors, which actors do you think would suit them best?

A: Thank you so much, I hope you are too! Oh man this was so difficult but I put a ton of thought into it. And I'm sure there are still tons of actors I'm not thinking of who would be better, but here's what my gut tells me: Older Sonic: Max Greenfield [x] [x] or Jack Quaid [x] [x]. They're so witty and handsome and are built like runners! Younger Sonic: Jack Dylan Grazer Older Amy: Alison Brie. Even if it wasn't a live action movie, I so desperately wish that Alison Brie could be Amy's voice actor. I'm actually working on an animation where Amy is paired with some Alison Brie lines because I think it's such a perfect fit. She's sweet and funny and strong and sexy. She's on the petite side but she has that confidence that just commands a room. Ugh, Amy and Alison are my dream women 💖 Younger Amy: McKenna Grace Older Tails: Justice Smith or Cole Sprouse Younger Tails: Noah Jupe or Jacob Tremblay. Sorry, I don't know many young actors but I think they're both great! Older Knuckles: Terry Crews or Jason Momoa Younger Knuckles: Tyler James Williams [x] [x] Shadow: Jensen Ackles or Michael B Jordan 💖Swoon💖 Older Rouge: Ana de Armas or Charlize Theron Younger Rouge: Jenna Ortega or Sophie Turner

Anon asked: How old are the sonic boom characters in your opinion?

A: Firstly, I've said this before but I don't think Mobian age works the same as human age. I consider the Sonic Boom characters as all being what we'd consider as late teens or young adults. They all act like me and my friends did when were were college age haha

Anon asked: What do u think tails looked/acted during puberty🙂

A: That's what Tall!Tails is all about! I think he shot up in height and outgrew Sonic immediately. Maybe he got a bit more snarky and might mutter about how annoying it is that Sonic doesn't think things through before acting, but Tails is a sweetheart and I think he'd overall still be nice even while he's in that awkward stage of life.

MY OCs/AU ASKS

@redbirduniverse13 asked: Hi i love your art 💖 My question is, are your characters aware that other versions of them exist?

A: Thank you so much! No, they aren't aware of any other versions of them out there. Ruff would probably be most hopeful to meet other versions of himself since he's into comic books and would love the concept of the multiverse.

twistedchaos101 asked: What's your ocs MBTI?

A: I have too many OCs to do all of them lol But I'll do it for Aurora and CC. As Aurora, the results from the test were: "ENFP-T Campaigner" As CC, the results from the test were: "INTJ-A Architect"

Anon asked: Question, how is Aurora able to glow ?

A: Aurora has photokinesis, which gives her the ability to manipulate light. This results in a lot of things she's able to do that involve light, but glowing is the easiest thing for her to do (and is the hardest for her to suppress lol). She was born with these abilities but they didn't manifest until she was about preteen age.

charlieangel345 asked: You know everytime I saw Aurora glow up, her photokinesis power changes color. It made me wonder if she feel happy, angry, or sad, her light power might change colors. I can imagine she can create rainbow light.

A: Absolutely! Her powers are severely influenced by her emotions, so the color of her glow would definitely change based on her feelings. I have her inhibitors glow green naturally, but she could do any color under the light spectrum.

freshcreationgarden asked: I like to think Aurora's favorite fairytale growing up was beauty and the beast. Something about a handsome prince who hides beneath a rough exterior who believes they are not worthy of love who is bound to a "Rose"

A: Oh that is just too sweet! That metaphor is very perfect for what I write for her romantic future ;) I have said in a previous ask that Thumbelina is her favorite fairytale, but I like your headcanon too!

Anon asked: Hi, something randomly popped in my head about like the comics of aurora and I wondered, has aurora ever gotten sick?

A: Of course! She's just a regularly lady so she gets sick like average people do. I see her as the type that doesn't get sick often, but when she does it LAAAASTS. (That's how I am and it sucks!)

Anon asked: I know this might be a weird question, but can it be possible if Aurora can do chaos control with a chaos emerald like Sonic and Shadow.

A: I'll be honest, because we don't know much about Chaos Emeralds, I don't know who is capable of using them or not. But because Sonic is capable of using Chaos Control, I'm going to say yes Aurora should be able to as well. I don't think it's a technique either of them can master like Shadow does. Chaos Control seems second nature to Shadow.

Anon asked: if we go by sonic underground lore imagine Aurora finding out that she's technically a princess/duchess. Like sonic always call her princess because that's what dad's typically call their daughters, but then she finds out and her mind just explodes.

A: Honestly, I'm not a Sonic Underground fan. I know a lot of people love it for the nostalgia, but I didn't watch it growing up so I don't have any ties to it and I am not a fan of the story. I'm okay if people want to headcanon tying it in, but it's not for me.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon said: Hi, so glad you’re back! Just reread Boom!Baby where Rouge mentions how hedgehogs have a lot of babies and I think it’s kinda funny in the future Shadow and Aurora have eight

A: Thank you so much, I'm so happy to be back! Yeah, Rouge really knew what she was talking about 😆 I bet she told Shadow the same thing when they were expecting!

Anon asked: Does aroura ever run into her ex again?

A: Aurora spends most of her life in a small bubble, rarely leaving her home town, so she would have run into him now and then. Again though, they were kids when they were "boyfriend/girlfriend" and you can hardly even call them that (Imagine like in the Barbie movie, how Ken and Barbie don't know what it means to be Girlfriend-Boyfriend) so it's not awkward running into each other. It's more of a "Hey there's that person I used to know"

prophecyhyper asked: When Aurora was born and Amy said "She's more perfect than I imagined" What did she imagine of Aurora looking like?

A: She didn't have an exact image in mind when she said that. It was more like an amorphous concept. You know somehow the baby will look like you and your partner, but there are so many different outcomes. So she would have daydreamed about all the possibilities: the baby looking more like Sonic, the baby looking more like her, maybe the baby having elements of their grandparents.

Anon asked: Will Sage exist in your AU?

A: Yes! I adore Sage!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: Hey Evay, I’ve been thinking about this lately. It’s kind of silly question. If there is a naughty and nice list, which of Shadora Kids is naughty or nice.

A: This was a great question and I'm so sorry I missed it before the holidays! This is all in fun, none of them got punished: Piper: Nice but ONLY after Santa had to give her a lecture on how she needs to not be a smartass and boss around her siblings Zane: Naughty (He did too many stunts indoors!) Nova: Nice Aster: Naughty (He and Blitz plotted to kidnap Santa) Blitz: Naughty (She finds it a point of pride) Diamond: Nice Cinder: Nice (He's scared of Santa) Boon: NICE! (He doesn't know the meaning of the word naughty!)

Anon asked: haven’t seen CC in a while, could we have more CC please

A: There will be more CC, I promise! :)

kbluetoons asked: Say, after reading your spindash lesson comic (which was really cute by the way), what if Aurora showed her kids how to spindash like how Sonic showed her?

A: Aw I'm so happy you liked it! Yes, learning to spin dash is vital to a hedgehog's upbringing ;) She'd teach them very young but then immediately regret it because they'd be spindashing all over the house. Now she knows why Sonic was so hesitant to teach her when she was little!

mod-bubamon asked: I know spooky season is over but how do cc and tails handle horror movies? Does cc Criticize every litter thing the protagonist do? Does tails even get scared after all he's been through? IF CC GETS SCARED DOES SHE HUGS TAILS TAILS FOR COMFORT??? THIS IS IMPORTANT

A: Hahaha I loved this question! First of all, Spooky Season is never over for me! ↜(ˈ╰ •ω•)╯ψ So bring on all your Halloweeny ideas! CC would not be fun to watch horror movies with. She would be overly analytical, not only of the actions that the victims are doing but how unrealistic the injuries/gore/battles are haha. I see Tails as someone who originally was afraid of scary movies, but watching them with CC has actually helped him to be less afraid of them. Now he spots the same flaws she does and they like to roast them together! Just to clarify -- CC does get scared of things, just not horror movies.

Anon asked: Hey, I rediscovered your art recently and almost forgot how much I loved it! I love CC and was wondering if you had any small head cannon kinda things you have for her and Tails you would share that you haven't already?

A: Well welcome back and thank you so very much! This question was not related to the previous question, but the previous question sparked an idea for me so I'm going to expand on it here. When Tails and CC first started watching horror movies together, CC noticed that Tails was super on edge. To help relax him, she'd take his tails into her lap and pet them to calm him down. He's not as scared of movies anymore, but he always has her stroke his tails while they watch shows together now :) Also, CC is still getting used to Mobian mannerisms and nuances. They've made a nightly routine where during dinner, she debriefs Tails on all the new conversations and interactions she's had with people and Tails scores her on how well she's adjusting. She likes the challenge and strives for a better "score" every day!

SHIPPING ASKS

essycogany asked: How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on.

A: It does my shriveled little heart so much good! I don't know that they'll ever cross that line in canon, but I love how much their relationship has evolved compared to years ago. It means the world to me that Sonic considers Amy as one of his best friends and as someone he can depend on (and is even willing to think about dating ((in reference to that cut dialog line from Frontiers)). And I love that Amy has proven that her feelings for Sonic are more than just a fan-crush; she genuinely loves him for who he is and will always be there for him. UGH IT MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE!

Anon asked: I just wanted to say that I love love love your sonamy works! :D Absolutely adorable (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Also, only if you want to answer ofc, what are your thoughts on the ship Metamy (Metal Sonic and Amy)? Thank you for the lovely food you bring and have a wonderful day!

A: Oh gosh, thank you so much! You just made my day wonderful by this sweet message! I do ship Metamy! After all, I believe in my heart of hearts that Sonic has feelings for Amy and Metal Sonic is supposed to be the same as him... ^_~ I think despite his transgressions, Amy has a special place in her heart for Metal. He's one of the reasons she even met Sonic in the first place! But what I'd prefer most is for Metal Sonic to have a Metal Amy. That way everybody wins 💕

Anon asked: Hi e-vay I love ur dr who art!! Question, do tenrose remind you of sonamy? Or do any characters or couples from the whoverse remind you of any sonic character or couples?

A: Ahhh thank you so much! I always thought my Doctor Who art got lost in the void so I'm so glad you found it! TenRose is my favorite DoctorWho ship, so I think by law I have to relate them to sonamy haha. But honestly I think RoryXAmyPond suits sonamy more if you reverse the roles. Rory's absolute dedication to AmyPond--regardless of death--was the definition of love, and that's how I feel Amy Rose is for Sonic. I can't think of any other ships that are good parallels. River Song reminds me of Rouge just that she's savvy and flirty. Forgive me, I stopped watching after Eleven regenerated so I'm not up to date on anything. If you don't like the Shadora ship then don't click this link, but I have drawn Aurora and Shadow as Ten and Rose before :)

Anon asked: Werehog Sonic and Werehog Amy kiss meme or a mini comic about both kissing in their werehog forms?

A: I kind of already drew that :) It's the 10th drawing in this post.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

penguin-evere asked: hello! this is my first time doing something like this. i've loved your art for a while now (probably since 2017-2018), and i love the new style you have! anyways, i wanted to ask if you've seen the frontiers twitter takeover, and the newfound information about shadow's secret like of some good ol' t. swizzle music, and was curious if aurora would be a fan too, and if they would go to a concert together! i think it'd be really cute.

A: Thank you so much! And I'm so relieved you still like my stuff even after all this time :) Aurora loves pop music and so yeah I could see her being a Taylor fan for sure. Although I don't take Swifty!Shadow as canon (lol) it is still fun to think they could bond over that music together!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: what was the shadora confession like? Cause I like to imagine that it was shadow who confessed and that he did it in the most dramatic way possible, cause he's our drama king.

A: I don't want to reveal too much until I've properly drawn it, but yes for my stories Shadow would confess his love first. He's technically loved her longer since he met her when she traveled back in time to save him so once they've "re-met" I don't think he'd be willing to hide his feelings too long. It's Shadow so of course it has to be so romantic and dreamy~!

ASKS RE: MY GAME

Anon asked: How did you make the Trick Or Sweet Halloween Game, can you show me what you used or did to make it? If you can do a step by step that would be helpful or just tell me how you did it that would be helpful:))

A: Oh man... Honestly, it was way too complicated of a project to explain in just one answer. And I won't be able to explain any of the technical/coding side. I watched so many tutorials but I just couldn't grasp it, so my husband had to code it for me and I have no idea how he managed it. From a non-technical standpoint, I had to first write out the script for it. That means writing out all the dialog and also writing out every option possible. Even though my game was fairly linear, this was still complicated to write. What helped me was using icons and colors to help me know which actions would lead to which outcomes:

Then came the longest part, the drawing! I had to draw a variety of sprites and backgrounds and objects. Also, some of the actions you take make certain items go away, so I had to remember to hide them depending on the path you took. Once I had all the elements, I assembled them in a Slides presentation to test it out. If you're not doing anything too complicated, you could probably get away with making your game entirely in Google Slides. Mine was too complicated and I wouldn't be able to publish it to my website but it was good for testing. When it was ready for build, I had to make a comprehensive guide for Ryan showing what clicks lead to where, what sound effects should be played when, when the music tracks should switch, etc:

He programmed it in Adobe Animate. I don't know how he did it, other than he's just a brilliant babe and I thank god for him lol

Anon asked: Just at a curiosity though, whatever happened to everyone (especially Sonic & Amy) AFTER your truth serum wore off from your ‘Trick or Sweet Adventure’? Also how about Shadow & Rouge? Did they get affected as well?

A: They lived happily ever after, of course! If the two just told each other how they felt then they'd be happy (in my opinion) so they just needed a little magical kick in the butt haha. I didn't have any plans for Shadow or Rouge, but if I could cast a spell to make them happy then I would give Rouge a throne of diamonds and Shadow the chance to ease the pain in his heart (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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Thank you all for the questions!

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#Ask me #evayQA #MasterQA #MasterPost #long post #bulk QA #MasterAsk #headcanons #my au #sonic trash #bulk #bulkQA

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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idea:

Pavitr x f! Wife Reader: Reader is in the kitchen cooking while dancing to a bollywood song, but the reader doesn’t realise pavitr is standing by the door gazing at her

Awww so cute!

Touch Tunes

Pavitr x Wife!Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: PAVITR IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: None, fluff, established relationship, reader and Pavitr live together (obviously)

A/N: I totally have a playlist for songs I listened to while writing this 😭

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The best part of Pavitr's day was when he came home. From his job, from the gym, from visiting his Aunty Maya, to his night work as Spider-Man.

His favorite thing to come home to was you, his amazing and oh-so-cute wife.

He couldn't count how often you'd blast your music, shutting the world out as you danced and sang to your songs, even ones you didn't know.

Tonight, he'd come home after a successful night of patrolling, the first smell hitting his sense when he opened the door and came inside was the pot bubbling on the stove, the spices, a mix of sweet and definitely spicy, cleared his sinuses.

The sound of your music bounced off every surface, as did your voice and the sounds of you bustling about in the kitchen.

He tip-toed his way around the corner; when he noticed your back was turned, he leaned his shoulder on the wall and crossed his arms, watching you with a content smile as your hips swayed and your hair flicked about as you washed dishes, dried them, and put them away, the clinking of the porcelain barely interrupting the tune.

It wasn't until you did a little flourish and spin, that you shrieked, placing your head over your heart when you realized he'd been watching you.

"God! Don't do that!" You whined, a blush on your cheeks.

"Oh, come on! Don't stop now, the best verse of that song is coming up!" He laughed, walking over to you to slip his arms around your waist.

"Noooo!"

"C'moooooooon!" He waggled his eyebrows, giving you his charming smile, dimples plainly visible on his cheeks as he did.

"It's embarrassing!" You said, burying your face in his shoulder.

"Okay, okay, how about this!" Pavitr laughed as he grabbed your hand, spinning you in the kitchen before gripping you tight, dipping you down dramatically, singing a badly-timed version of the song that was playing.

You couldn't help but snort and laugh when he lifted you and spun again, his cheerful voice chirping along to the song as the two of you danced to your own private little concert.

It wasn't until you smelled something off that the two of you stopped.

"Oh no! Dinner!" You squeaked in terror at the smoke wafting from the pot.

#pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader

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janaknandini-singh999 · 1 year

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My conspiracy theory is that Geet KNEW who Aditya Kashyap was from day 1 in that train (come on, he was a famous businessman already so it isn't a far fetched idea). She saved him for backup just in case plan Anshuman fails so she will have a rich dude to fall back on. Warna A BUBBLY GIRL LIKE GEET, JO SIRF ✨️APNI HI FAVOURITE✨️ HAIN will PLAY THE THERAPIST FOR A DEPRESSED, (initially) EXTREMELY IRRITABLE AND A RANDOM DUDE LIKE ADITYA??? FOR FREE???? People wondering aisa pyaar bas apni bollywood comfort movies mein hota hain.. chaahe woh jab we met ho, ddlj ho (btw hanji,, Raj bhi apne rich papa ke hi bete thhe phir chaahe jitna bhi The Most Iconic Romantic Bollywood Movie dikhaya ho) like darling - tum bhi paise kamao, Aditya/Raj ki tarah dashing bano aur Geet/Simran bhaagi chali aayegi 💃

#desi aesthetic #desi #desi culture #desi dark academia #desiblr #desi academia #desi stuff #desi girl #just desi things #jab we met #dilwale dulhania le jayenge #ddlj #shahrukhkhan #srk kajol #kajol #bollywood romance #bollywood #bollywood memes #desi tag

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bollywoodbubblenews · 11 months

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#bollywood bubble #entertainment #diljit dosanjh #taylor swift

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via-l0ve · 8 months

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hii can i please request a 🎃for spn? Thanks!!

So im 5 foot (and a half inch 😭), dark brown eyes and hair (2c wavy its not long but its not medium either) big eyes, babyface so im percieved as cute, i'm a bit tan, skinny, strawberry legs, ear piercings (2 imma get another one soon hehehe) and uhh yeah thats it for physical

Now personality, bubbly, caring,kind,sweet, ambivert, sensitive, hate conflicts, very lovergirl vibe, sunshine in human form with a little bit of chaos sprinkled in there as concluded by my friends, softspoken, think before speaking (overthinking tbh), i love dancing (ive learned kathak a little and can do other dance forms easily too like contemp., freestyle, bollywood, salsa and folk dances from india), reading books, sketching, photography, watching bollywood movies, dressing up (especially in traditional wear) id describe my aesthetic as very cottagecore + coquette+ softcore+ desi glam like cutesy clothes (but sometimes i do be feeling like a baddie)

My fave artists are lana del rey, abba, phoebe bridgers, hozier, green day, boygenius, sufjan stevens, mazzy star, marina, red hot chili peppers, sharon van etten, cigs after sex, arctic monkeys, the cranberries. And some hindi music artists.

Im fluent in 2 languages and can understand and speak broken urdu, sanskrit and punjabi

My fave seasons are fall, summer and spring, im an aquarius and bisexual, eldest daughter, desi (indian) im a chai person, hate coffee and street food is my absolute reason for living, im really into fashion and wanna be a fashion stylist

Ok idk what else to say 😭

YOURE SO COOL!

hope you enjoy this mashup darling!!!

I ship you with Sam Winchester!

PLEASEEE he will beg you to speak in your languages and maybe even teach him some! he will religiously listen to Cigs after sex, red hot chilli peppers and Arctic monkeys with you. please annoy dean together he will have the time of his life.

he would love to meet your family and younger siblings. he treats them as his own family and loves it so much!!

#via’s celebration 🍄#🎃

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alexsfictionaddiction · 4 months

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Review: The Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar

I'm still obsessed with how cute this cover is and I'm delighted to say that the story inside matches it perfectly. The Dos and Donuts of Love was compulsive reading for me and I'm excited to read more from the same author.

Teen baker Shireen had just broken up with her girlfriend Chris when she finds out that she has been selected as a contestant on The Junior Irish Baking Show. The winner will receive a huge cash prize that will do wonders for Shireen's parents' donut shop. However, it appears that Chris is also going to be on the show. There's also the cute, bubbly Niamh who instantly befriends Shireen. How will Shireen concentrate on winning when the competition seems to be extremely hot?

There is a trigger warning for fatphobia at the start of the book but I felt that readers should be aware before they invest their money into buying a copy. It isn't a huge theme in the book and it is talked about as a cultural attitude rather than as a malicious mindset. I enjoyed how Shireen never comments on how unhappy she is with her body or how ugly she feels because it would have been so easy to slip those comments in. Instead, we definitely get a beautiful, happy, plus-sized heroine.

I did smile at the name Padma Bollywood because I think anyone who has ever seen an episode of The Great British Bake Off will know exactly who she's inspired by. In my opinion, she's definitely an improvement on her real world counterpart though!

I really enjoyed watching the connection between Shireen and Chris and how it seemed to change so often. Sometimes I could see the traces of their former romance. Sometimes I could feel the tension between them. Sometimes they seemed to be great friends. It was a real rollercoaster to be with them but isn't that always the case with teenage girls?

The Dos and Donuts of Love is an adorable sweet treat of a book. It immediately made me want to find all of the old series of Bake Off and binge them all. There is a bit of a twist in the story too which I didn't exactly see coming but it kept me glued to the pages. Themes of race and celebrity are also really prominent, which keep it from being too much of the soft, fluffy story that it ultimately is. A delicious, sapphic YA romance!

#the dos and donuts of love #adiba jaigirdar #ya #contemporary fiction #romance #lgbtq #book review #review #books #bookworm

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alohastyles-x · 2 years

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Faith In You - Two

Faith In You | Sequel to Loyal To Me

Summary: How long can a grudge truly last? Your return to earth leaves you emotionally confused as you reconnect with your fellow Eternals. As the Emergence comes, you discover who you truly are, what your true purpose is in the universe. Can you handle it? | Druig x fem!eternals! reader

Notes: excited for you to read this chapter! mostly just retellings of the eternals banning together- next chap is the one you dont wanna miss! Please let me know what you think, I really appreciate your feedback! Also, not sure I'm a fan of this mood board, so let me know your opinion on that as well!

Warnings: Innacuracies to the movie scenes ; I try to be as accurate as possible but I didn't have time to rewatch these scenes, im so sorry | mentions of puking

ok on with the story now :) word count: 2.3k

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The hot Mumbai sun singed your skin as you stepped out of the airport. People were milling about, figuring out where they were headed. Sprite led the way, as she had a rough- albeit spot on- idea of where Kingo would be. Throughout the years, of course the two best friends kept in touch; Sprite fueled the creative mind of Kingo, who became a huge movie star in India for generations, although to Bollywood, he was a part of the Kingo family.

You were amazed by yet another bustling city, much larger than the cities you left behind on Earth centuries ago. People fluttered in and out of crowded streets, cars honking over each other. You fell in line with Sprite's bubbly steps, fearful of being sucked into the vast city if you fell behind. While Asgard was advanced, this was advanced on a whole different scale.

"It's just up ahead," Sprite called out to the others, pointing to a stone-gray building that sat amongst what seemed like a thousand other buildings.

Loud, lively music came from Studio One, where the doors sat wide open. As the four of you walked in, you were met with a myriad of brightly colored dresses fluttering about, pretty women filling them in. Their faces were adorned with glittery jewels and make up, twinkling under the spotlights as they danced. There was a row of men behind them, adorned in similar colors, just in darker hues. They joined the women, dancing together to the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, Kingo stepped out from behind one of the women, a dazzling smile on his face. He looked truly happy, as if he was made for the screen. The Kingo you knew most definitely was, his love for storytelling and the visual effects aid from Sprite made every story the two of them told spectacular, lasting for centuries.

"Alright, cut!" He yelled, and the music stopped. He continued cheering everyone on as he turned to where the four of you stood, smiling brightly at him. His smile only brightened at the sight of his three fellow Eternals standing before him. When his gaze lingered to you, his smile fell slightly in disbelief at the sight.

"Y/N?" It came out barely above a whisper, tears forming in his eyes. You merely nodded your head, the sudden outburst of emotion leaving you speechless. Like his best friend, Sprite, Kingo also erred on the side of caution with you. But he was also one for dramatics, which meant him crying over your return was rather on brand.

And to be fair, your death was still hard on everyone, regardless of their relationship to you. The very idea that you, a fellow Eternal, died so easily at the hands of another was eye opening to them, which is why they disbanded entirely after your death.

Kingo made his way over to your group, giving Sprite a hug, as well as Sersi and Ikaris. He stopped in front of you, sighing as he placed his hands on the sides of your arms.

Again, dramatics.

"Y/N. I don't know how you're here but I want you to know that I always let your legacy live on in my movies, naming at least 1 thing after you. Also, I hope there is peace between us." You grimaced slightly as his theatrics, but quickly put a smile on your face.

He took that as a yes, bringing you into a tight hug. You weren't sure how you felt about him yet, but for the sake of figuring out why a Deviant appeared after centuries of no disturbances -at least according to Sersi-, you embraced him.

"So, why are you guys here?" Kingo asked as he pulled back. Before anyone could answer him, a short man with a video camera appeared next to him.

"Hello, hello," he greeted, reaching out his hand for everyone to shake. "I am Karun Patel, Kingo's valet. It's truly an honor to be in the presence of the great Eternals." He introduced himself, a goofy smile on his face as he raised the camera and pointed it at Kingo.

"Not now," Kingo whispered, pushing the camera down.

"He... knows?" Ikaris asked, an "I-can't-believe-this" look pasted on his face as he looked at Sersi.

"Yes, Karun knows everything. I trust him completely, in fact, when he first met me, he thought I was a vampire. Tried to stake me in the heart," Kingo laughed.

"I have apologized so many times," Karun responded.

"Not quite enough times, but very close. I'll let you know. Anyways, did you like the show so far? It's called the Legend of Ikaris..." he trailed off, waiting for Ikaris to sound surprised. But, instead, he just felt weird.

"We need to talk," Sersi said slowly.

"Come on, we can talk in my tent, I have to get ready for the next scene-"

"Kingo, Ajak is dead," Sprite cut in flatly. Kingo turned abruptly, looking her dead in the eyes.

"What?" He sounded taken aback, unsure if he heard her correctly.

"She was killed." Ikaris spoke this time, and your head spun to him. Why was no one else noticing his demeanor change? You looked to Sersi, who just had her eyes fixed on Kingo. Maybe it was all your centuries of training with Loki that helped you pick up on the subtle fluctuations of his voice, or the inconsistencies of his body language. Or maybe you were just delusional, said the small voice in the back of your head. You shook it off.

"You need to come with us," Ikaris said, gently this time, as he laid a hand on Kingo's shoulder.

Kingo dove into a dramatic moment, contemplating his decision, and saying goodbye to his cast mates. You snuck a glance at Ikaris, watching him closely as he waited patiently for Kingo to finish his speech. There were beads of sweat gathering at the nape of his neck. Grabbing a cloth off of a nearby costume table, you walked up beside Ikaris and held it out to him.

"Here. You're sweating," you said flatly, staring straight ahead at Kingo who was now arguing with Karun about not joining him on this mission.

Ikaris turned and gave you a cold stare, but took the cloth anyway. You turned to meet his gaze, matching his icy glare, before stepping forward to where Sersi stood while Kingo returned to your group.

"We can take my private jet. Oh, and Karun will be joining us." You could feel the groan everyone held back as Karun smiled happily beside Kingo. It was a death wish. There was no way a human could survive two seconds with a Deviant around, but you knew he was insistent on joining Kingo, his loyalty firmly tied to him.

Everyone followed Kingo to the hangar that stored his private jet, and loaded in.

"Where to?" Kingo asked, as he stood outside of the cockpit.

"Australia. That's where Gilgamesh and Thena are." Ikaris responded.

At the mention of Thena your blood ran cold. You stiffened in your seat, not prepared to see the Eternal who had betrayed you. The one who took you from your love. You rose from your seat quickly, as the contents of your stomach began to bubble up through your esophagus. Retching could be heard throughout the plane, making everyone aware of your outburst.

You heard three loud raps on the bathroom door, before Sersi's voice followed.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

When you didn't respond, she tried again.

"Listen, you don't have to come if you don't want to. But I think you should know... we discovered why Thena attacked you."

You stood, wiping off your mouth with toilet paper, before flushing the toilet. Hesitating for a moment, your hand lingering over the door knob. You flung the door open to see Sersi. She had a sympathetic look on her face. You nodded your head, agreeing to listen, and moved to go sit down in one of the seats.

"She had fallen ill with Mad Wry'y. It's a disease of the mind. It caused her mind to split under the weight of her memories, until she couldn't decipher reality from what the voice in her head told her to do. It's why she thought you were someone else, and also why she was on high alert to... well, kill you. After your death, Thena and Gilgamesh relocated to a remote part of the Australian Outback, where Thena could learn to cope peacefully, away from any innocent victims. Her mind still betrays her from time to time, according to Gilgamesh, but he can always bring her back out of it." Sersi explained gently, studying your face as you took in this new information.

You weren't sure how to feel. Cautious, for one, but also empathetic. You witnessed Thena's delusions first hand; they were the cause of your untimely demise. But you also felt angry. Angry that this got resolved right after your death, and not before. A whole range of emotions flooded through you, before you finally landed on one: grief.

In all this time, you hadn't let yourself just grieve. Grieve the loss of your previous life, the loss of your love, the loss of your family, no matter how divided it was, and worst of all: Grief over a fellow eternal struggling under the weight of her mind, not understanding what was happening in the moment. Questions then began to flood your mind. Did she deserve your grief?

It all came crashing down on you with the weight of a thousand stones. You hadn't let yourself cry for centuries, too afraid that once you started, you wouldn't be able to stop. But there was no controlling the tears that now flowed freely from your eyes, splashing your cheeks and rolling down to your chin. The sobs broke free, causing an unfamiliar sound to escape your lips. You dropped your head into your hands, partly out of shame, but also out of the force of emotions that left your body just now.

Sersi moved to sit next to you instantly, wrapping a comforting hand around your shoulders and squeezing gently. You let your head fall against her momentarily, until you could gain back the control over your tears and emotions. One very important question popped back into your mind, and now seemed as relevant of a time as any to ask.

"Do... do you know where Druig is?" It came out barely above a whisper, sounding as if spoken any louder, the words would break. Sersi cleared her throat.

"After your death, he... Well, he possessed a handful of the Tenochtitlan villagers to follow him into the woods. But that's all I know," Sersi mumbled.

You were speechless, taken aback at what you just heard. Possessed? That didn’t sound like your Druig. Why would he do something like that? Endless thoughts poured into your mind as the plane took off of the runway. Thoughts of worry and dread, doubts and uncertainty.

If no one had heard from him, and Heimdall couldn’t get through to him… what if he wasn’t alive anymore. The thought made you feel sick again, and you bolted out of your seat.

“Y/N! Stay seated while the plane is departing!” Kingo called out, but you ignored him. Your stomach couldn’t wait. You reached the bathroom just in time, retching over the toilet.

“Oh, Nevermind. That- that’s an acceptable reason to get up,” Kingo called out from the cabin.

Hours later, you had arrived in Australia, with no escape from the Sun that hung high in the sky. It was a long trek to Gilgamesh’s hide out, that stood alone in the middle of the outback.

Your nerves were shot, too strung out from your anxiety induced puking on the plane. Sweat had begun to build at the nape of your neck, but not just from the heat. Your palms itched as they clammed up. An uneasy feeling settled in your bones, a sign you took that you were close.

Just over the hill, a hut appeared that looked relatively abandoned. There were a few appliances littered about, including a table with a cloth adorning it.

As you approached, you began to feel like you were going to faint. It began to feel like too much too soon, struggling to control your emotions. There was a light breeze flowing through, one your subconscious had sent to cool you down.

Ikaris approached the door, knocking loudly. An uncomfortable silence fell over everyone as you waited. Waited for god knows what to happen.

Suddenly, the door flung open, and a bright and smiling Gilgamesh stood behind it.

“Friends!” He yelled, pulling everyone in one by one for a hug. You hung back, not wanting to over step, and not entirely feeling comfortable at the idea of a hug from him. He merely nodded in your direction, understanding your hesitation.

“Where’s Thena?” Sersi asked, glancing around her.

“Over there,” Gilgamesh pointed to a tree nearby, glittering in the sunlight. Iridescent chimes hung from the branches, and perched below in the dirt sat Thena, meditating peacefully.

The sight of her sitting so still, so calmly, brought a feeling to you that you didn’t know existed. Peace. It didn’t last long, as Sersi began to walk towards her, and instinctively, you followed. The air around you stilled, as you stood near the eternal who took your life centuries ago.

Maybe you could forgive her. Maybe, after all, it was just a sickness, something that can be understood? If she didn’t mean it… that’s what matters right?

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts as an all too familiar glittering caught your eye. The familiar sound of Thena’s sword filled the silence, as she stood hauntingly in front of you and Sersi.

You froze. Something you never did, something you were specifically trained not to do for centuries. But at the sight of her icy stare, your body shut down.

“I see you’ve returned once more, Fulgora.”

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The Goddess in gold

My Indian Nymph ch:3

Chapter 1 ||Chapter2

Tom was at the venue of his sister's wedding, it was bright, colorful, and grand. There were many guests he noticed mostly from the groom's side.

"Tom sweety, oh, you made it", his mom gorgeous as ever, wrapped in a blue saree called out to him hugging and kissing his cheek.

"Hi mum!", replied Thomas reciprocating her action he was covered in a Gold sherwani. Which fit snuggly to his form.

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The wedding was in full swing. It was nice to finally meet people other than her dance crew, driver, parents, and even the employees. Aadhya's father insisted her to get 'acquainted with the company's people' as he put it. But she did not enjoy the idea of being cooped up within four walls in front of a computer she wanted to explore travel dance which was her passion. She didn't want to be caged.

She was wearing a gold saree, that accented her curves perfectly years of dancing had given her those. Her beautiful neck is adorned with gold jewellery. Her feet were covered in a pair of gold high heels her hair was made up in a perfect way.

She saw her friend, Aarav the groom making an entrance She dare say he looked handsome his black hair combed neatly he was wearing the typical groom's dress a veshti(it is different than a dhoti ) shirt. Music was blaring over the speakers as the groom made his entry.

Tom was amazed by the culture and authenticity. He saw his soon-to-be brother-in-law make his entrance. He was tall but not tall as him."5'11', he guessed. He appeared to be lanky but he saw the toned muscles of his bicep revealing themselves from his shirt sleeves. He had black hair and a beard.

But something else caught his eye, next to the groom was a woman, not any woman HIS GODDESS....he rubbed his eyes to see whether his mind was playing tricks but no it was really her.

The same doe eyes, pouty red lips, alluring jawline, caramel skin, but this time she adorned a delicate golden saree that hugged her at the right places. Thomas wanted nothing more than to crash his lips on hers and make love tell her how beautiful she was.

Their eyes met and oh!! Thomas swore he felt all the air rush out of his lungs. He would gladly drown himself all day in those black orbs.

Aadhya felt like someone was watching her. She was met by a pair of stunning blue orbs gazing at her. As her gaze wandered she notice high cheekbones thin lips defined jawline with a bit of stubble but the color of the stubble was intriguing it was a light reddish brown which was not common in her habitat as her gaze wandered furthermore she saw firm muscles come into view and she felt her insides or rather her womanly parts doing a little dance. she never felt like this as she stopped her wandering gaze and took the whole man into the picture she felt butterflies dancing in her stomach the air growing warm and suddenly t was no one but her and the man in the scene. She wondered if he was real, if he was he sure was a god.

The wedding was in full progress tom found himself searching for His goddess oh how he wanted to make her his.

Our heroine was no less, Aadhya found herself often searching for the mystery man.

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Music was blaring.

Aadhya felt the familiar rush of adrenaline running.

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Soon she found herself on the dance floor dancing to Kala chashma.

Tom was vibing to a Bollywood song when he saw a small crowd gathered in the middle of the dance floor.

His curiosity led him to the crowd as he pushed past the crowd well let's say he forgot how to breathe.

Aadhya was lost in her own bubble. She was sure her mother would give her a whole lecture on how elite and posh she was to behave but she could not care less.

Her hero was beyond amazed he didn't know his goddess could be an alluring nymph too. He could feel the all-too-familiar tightness in his pants with every shake of her hip.

As the song ended she heard her amma shout her full name well this is not good she thought.

"Aadhya acharya!!!!!"

Tom saw a lady in her mid-forties wrapped in a pink saree shout as she approached the dance floor turning he saw that she was walking straight to the golden goddess,his goddess who was currently blinking like a kid who had been caught stealing cookie from a jar.

'Aadhya'...that's her name he thought it was unique.

Well Aadhya did what every child would when caught.....she ran but luck was not in her favor as she collided with a wall no not a wall but a chest of a man the cologne was strong it was spicy and manly and she could again feel her womanly parts dance oh, Shiva!! what's wrong with her . As she lifted her eyes she was met by a familiar pair of blue orbs gazing back at her with concern and........admiration.

Thomas couldn't believe his luck he was holding his goddess in his arm he could feel her soft skin on his palms.Aaand the tightness returned again.

"Are you alright", he asked concerned.

Oh, the accent she guessed right he must be a foreigner Britsh she guessed. Oh, the voice was creating a pool between her legs and not to add the accent she could feel his arms flexing as he held her she wondered how it would feel if he held her with those hands while making love.

Snapping out of the trance and composing herself she gave a nod, "I'm alright, thank you Mr....""

Oh her voice was like honey smooth and velvety he wondered how it would sound when she would moan his name underneath him while he made sweet love to her.

"Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston", he replied.

"Tom",it sounded angelic coming from her mouth Thomas desperately needed a cold shower.

What both of our lovebirds didn't know was that this would not be their first meeting and fate had a plan for them in store.......

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