āHow many candles burn away in tears,
Yet never realize that light is both their destiny and their demise.ā
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@ssabriel
āHow many candles burn away in tears,
Yet never realize that light is both their destiny and their demise.ā
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MACAW
Part 1
Warnings: None, more pt 2
Themes: Mystery, Cop thriller, Thriller, Food, Fairytale, Childhood wonder, Cabin in the Woods
Story summary: Dhruva and Daya are on a mission of vengance and are just aprox thirty minutes from strike. All the while Dhruva recalls his childhood and what events led up to this night.
- This is for you, @vijayasena ā¤ļøš
Rec playlist:
___
11:30 pm
The stage was set, the coast was cleared, the weapon in its place, Dhruva in position waiting for midnight.
Quiet night.
He built his nest high up in the skeleton ruins of the old structures. The concrete apartment complexes as simple, rugged and overgrown as the jungle's permeating forests and mangroves.
He remeberd when he and his childhood friends were just five tiny eggs having yet to be kicked out by the big cuckoo-bird.
The view stretched just far enough for him to see across the field over to the huge mansion.
He would finally have his, what do you call it? Victory, his oorah, his one dream would come true. But he would have to wait for it to come for him.
It just all seemed so much closer when spying through the sniper rifle's scope.
11:35 pm
Dhruva, the middle child, Daya, their friend and big brother figure, Zilla, the fiercest ally, Narii the eldest sister and little Chinna ran through the trees, their breath fluttering fast. They were kids running stray out in the forest wild. It was dewy and humid, the last monsoon having just swept by, the sunshine trickling playfully through the leaves.
One day earlier Zilla had proudly come to them holding up a big, beautiful, shiny red feather in his hand and was showing it off to everyone in the neighborhood, putting awe in people's eyes.
Later at dinner they would ask their parents what kind of amazing bird could have dropped it.
Narii and their mother had prepared the evening's fish curry, they all sat down and each started unpacking their portion of food. It was wrapped in banana leaves and instantly steamed out sweet aromas of spices and red chili peppers.
Mother said her grandfather used to own one and that it had more colors than even the rainbow itself.
Father said it must have traveled miles away from where they usually lived, as far away as the distant Amazons in Brazil.
Grandmother said that the feather came from a very big and very smart bird that hey called "Macaw" and that it was said to steal ones voice if you spoke to it directly.
Chinna gasped and his little eyes lit up.
Daya suddenly boasted "If a bird wants to talk so badly why doesn't it just try and steal my tongue right out?" He made claws with his fingers crouching forward sticking out his tounge and growled like a monster. Zilla and Chinna joined in, hissing, roaring and screaming, trying to one-up each other.
Dhruva put up his hands defensively in melodrama "Oh no, spare me you terrible monsters!!" he wailed.
Narii rolled her eyes "You boys have got to get you some manners! Chinna please sit down, Daya swallow your food first before speaking."
"Okay okay, calm down sis, have some humor!"
"Listen to your big sister now, Daya." Said their father adamantly.
Daya sat back down and bumped her in the shoulder. She finally broke through and chuckled a small laugh.
11:43 pm
While he waited for the critical moment he knew his men were slowly moving into position from the inside. He had previously sent in spies and calculated the time and location of the death cult assembly.
Their target in question was their leader, so called "Black Swan".
The memories flooded back to him and his heart began to race. He hadn't seen the man in 16 years. They had brought the entire village to search for him but it was just like he'd gone up in smoke, leaving not even a trace.
11:49 pm
The jagged roots and uneven ground gave bruises to their little hands and feet. But the adventure was great, far greater than some tiny marks. They all had to see the Macaw with their own eyes.
"Last one there is a rotten mango!!"
"Hey no fair!"
Following the calls of the great bird and the trail of it's feathers they reached the edge of a very steep cliff. One by one they shuffled towards the edge and each lept in turn.
"You know you gotta be faster than that to get there before me, Daya!" Zilla yelled from the other end, Daya and Dhruva on his heels.
Chinna was the last one over.
"Im scared, help me Narii!!"
Narii turned her head around to look after him "Don't worry, the gap's much shorter than it looks." Replied Narii, trying to encourage him.
But the small boy who had already glanced down at the huge drop clutched his arms around his body and squeezed his eyes tight shut in fear.
"Boys, Chinna is getting left behind!"
"I'm coming over to you." She assured him.
Narii jumped back and with her hand holding him safe they made the jump together, crossing the threshold and continuing tracing the path.
Now behind two more trees, now behind two more bushes. The excitement rose in their bellies.
The forrest cleared out and a cascade of sparkling rainbow colors exploded through the trees and lifted to the sky. Red, blue, green and yellow irridescent feathers.
"Red and strong, Blue and beautiful,
Green and grand, Yellow and stark,
Faces pale white, Eyes seeking,
Sharp as flint, Beaks black
Screeching flock, Eyes watchful"
11:53 pm
Dhruva still questioned what had happened that day, the cacophony of bird cries and the allure of childhood wonder was now so far away. It was like his own mind had wiped those memories away.
He peered into one window of many hundred more and saw the cult members gathering around one black suited man in the centre.
Then something forbidden happened.
The man turned and looked back at him.
___
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MACAW
Part 1
Warnings: None, more pt 2
Themes: Mystery, Cop thriller, Thriller, Food, Fairytale, Childhood wonder, Cabin in the Woods
Story summary: Dhruva and Daya are on a mission of vengance and are just aprox thirty minutes from strike. All the while Dhruva recalls his childhood and what events led up to this night.
- This is for you, @vijayasena ā¤ļøš
Rec playlist:
___
11:30 pm
The stage was set, the coast was cleared, the weapon in its place, Dhruva in position waiting for midnight.
Quiet night.
He built his nest high up in the skeleton ruins of the old structures. The concrete apartment complexes as simple, rugged and overgrown as the jungle's permeating forests and mangroves.
He remeberd when he and his childhood friends were just five tiny eggs having yet to be kicked out by the big cuckoo-bird.
The view stretched just far enough for him to see across the field over to the huge mansion.
He would finally have his, what do you call it? Victory, his oorah, his one dream would come true. But he would have to wait for it to come for him.
It just all seemed so much closer when spying through the sniper rifle's scope.
11:35 pm
Dhruva, the middle child, Daya, their friend and big brother figure, Zilla, the fiercest ally, Narii the eldest sister and little Chinna ran through the trees, their breath fluttering fast. They were kids running stray out in the forest wild. It was dewy and humid, the last monsoon having just swept by, the sunshine trickling playfully through the leaves.
One day earlier Zilla had proudly come to them holding up a big, beautiful, shiny red feather in his hand and was showing it off to everyone in the neighborhood, putting awe in people's eyes.
Later at dinner they would ask their parents what kind of amazing bird could have dropped it.
Narii and their mother had prepared the evening's fish curry, they all sat down and each started unpacking their portion of food. It was wrapped in banana leaves and instantly steamed out sweet aromas of spices and red chili peppers.
Mother said her grandfather used to own one and that it had more colors than even the rainbow itself.
Father said it must have traveled miles away from where they usually lived, as far away as the distant Amazons in Brazil.
Grandmother said that the feather came from a very big and very smart bird that hey called "Macaw" and that it was said to steal ones voice if you spoke to it directly.
Chinna gasped and his little eyes lit up.
Daya suddenly boasted "If a bird wants to talk so badly why doesn't it just try and steal my tongue right out?" He made claws with his fingers crouching forward sticking out his tounge and growled like a monster. Zilla and Chinna joined in, hissing, roaring and screaming, trying to one-up each other.
Dhruva put up his hands defensively in melodrama "Oh no, spare me you terrible monsters!!" he wailed.
Narii rolled her eyes "You boys have got to get you some manners! Chinna please sit down, Daya swallow your food first before speaking."
"Okay okay, calm down sis, have some humor!"
"Listen to your big sister now, Daya." Said their father adamantly.
Daya sat back down and bumped her in the shoulder. She finally broke through and chuckled a small laugh.
11:43 pm
While he waited for the critical moment he knew his men were slowly moving into position from the inside. He had previously sent in spies and calculated the time and location of the death cult assembly.
Their target in question was their leader, so called "Black Swan".
The memories flooded back to him and his heart began to race. He hadn't seen the man in 16 years. They had brought the entire village to search for him but it was just like he'd gone up in smoke, leaving not even a trace.
11:49 pm
The jagged roots and uneven ground gave bruises to their little hands and feet. But the adventure was great, far greater than some tiny marks. They all had to see the Macaw with their own eyes.
"Last one there is a rotten mango!!"
"Hey no fair!"
Following the calls of the great bird and the trail of it's feathers they reached the edge of a very steep cliff. One by one they shuffled towards the edge and each lept in turn.
"You know you gotta be faster than that to get there before me, Daya!" Zilla yelled from the other end, Daya and Dhruva on his heels.
Chinna was the last one over.
"Im scared, help me Narii!!"
Narii turned her head around to look after him "Don't worry, the gap's much shorter than it looks." Replied Narii, trying to encourage him.
But the small boy who had already glanced down at the huge drop clutched his arms around his body and squeezed his eyes tight shut in fear.
"Boys, Chinna is getting left behind!"
"I'm coming over to you." She assured him.
Narii jumped back and with her hand holding him safe they made the jump together, crossing the threshold and continuing tracing the path.
Now behind two more trees, now behind two more bushes. The excitement rose in their bellies.
The forrest cleared out and a cascade of sparkling rainbow colors exploded through the trees and lifted to the sky. Red, blue, green and yellow irridescent feathers.
"Red and strong, Blue and beautiful,
Green and grand, Yellow and stark,
Faces pale white, Eyes seeking,
Sharp as flint, Beaks black
Screeching flock, Eyes watchful"
11:53 pm
Dhruva still questioned what had happened that day, the cacophony of bird cries and the allure of childhood wonder was now so far away. It was like his own mind had wiped those memories away.
He peered into one window of many hundred more and saw the cult members gathering around one black suited man in the centre.
Then something forbidden happened.
The man turned and looked back at him.
___
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Charan on Tarakās wedding
I lost count how many times Charan keeps shaking NTRās hands lmao first they hug each other, Charan giving a little tap on Tarakās stomach after the hug š¹ (did I see Charan also holding Tarakās wrist with his other hand? š¹ so clingy)
Charan tapping on Tarakās arm when he reached out to help a man ascending the stage like to remind him (donāt do it you are the groom, just smile no need to help lol), the way theyāre posing to the camera, Tarak leaning his body to Charanās side so they would get a good picture of them together šš
As I said before, Tarakās whole body leaned to Charanās side, them being so in sync while smiling with the same expression without even looking at each other, then theyāre shaking hands again š¹š¹ so much handshaking I am shaking laughing.
Did I just see Charan teasing Tarak here? š¹ I wonder what he was saying, but that tongue appearing for a few second then NTR looking away afterward I imagine he mightāve said something like āYou are so handsome todayā and Tarak was like āaww stop it you.ā Charan looking downward reaching for Tarakās hand again.
Itās not enough that he hold Tarakās hand with his right hand, he changed to his left hand and they intertwined their fingers in a flash moment (whose wedding is this again with the way theyāre standing side by side intertwining their fingers like that lmao) before charan letting go of Tarakās hand (finally!) the most hilarious part for me was when I think someone need to come fetch Charan to basically show him the way because he was probably holding the line for too long and itās time for other people to give blessing to Tarak š
Jr NTR as Komaram Bheem Ramaraju for Bheem - Bheem Intro - RRR
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Subbing some part that I like from āThe force of RRRā interview that @veteran-fanperson translated to English because Seriously Charan and Tarak were being so flirty during all of this lmao and Rajamouli was third wheeling his way between them with ease š like he has seen them like this every single day he becomes so unfazed. Like when Charak keep talking about the military jacket like some inside naughty joke between them or when theyāre fighting over a damn shirt lmao that was too funny. I mean, why why charan acting like a brat wanting to tease Tarak and Tarak just play along with his antics and even bringing unassuming Kart to their little quarrel š¹ they are grown married adults but still playing this little silly game with each other. Their relationship is one to be envied.
And then Tarak calling Charan āBabyā unprompted then basically flirting with him saying that he could drink anything he made even poison! lmao Rajamouli almost lost it at this part and laughed so loudly š
I also like the part when Tarak rehearsed the time he had conversation with Rajamouli during a shoot but without knowing the context behind their interaction it definitively looked like Jr NTR was just shamelessly flirting with Charan, touching his knees and so on while Charan listening to whatever heās saying tentatively, smiling hanging nodding at his every words and bumping his feet on the floor out of giddiness, istg this two men look so much like 2 highschool students in love š
When I watched this interview I was thinking like āwow, they finally succeeded in not touching each other, the messy sitting arrangement help!ā Only for Jr NTR end up finding a way to touch Charan at the while retelling his story with Rajamouli. Istg it looked like poor excuse š¹ just said you want to touch him and be done with it. Because! he was supposed to talk with SSR right? Itās their moment afterall and yet he didnāt spare a single glance at SSR during all of this but instead just talking with Charan š¹ I canāt trust them at all.
I knew that I will giggle till my face hurts if I read this whole piece from the moment I saw you say Rajamouli is āthird wheeling his way between them with easeā⦠and it didnāt disappoint me! Ouch lol!
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I want to talk about how cute this moment was, Ram Charan looking like a little kid hugging NTR, pulling him into his arms so hard and pressing their cheeks together, their both tongue pushed against their teeth in their mouth in a really adorable manner like an excited little boy, the sheer joy in their expression especially the glint in his eyes was so apparent, Charan was so happy here and no one canāt deny it, many people bear witness behind them about this gleeful exchange, the vibrant energy was contagious and everyone around them was feeling it as well.
Charan shook NTR in his arms and he almost didnāt want to let go not until the host basically pulling NTR away from him. If theyād okay with him hugging NTR while giving the interview he might have done just that lol so hesitant to let go.
I couldnāt help but notice by the way his hand also linger on the side of NTRās waist, then he bring his palm to touch his stomach too, pressing his thumb on his center as well before he hold hand with NTR WITH BOTH HANDS!
Loving how he couldnāt stop admiring the tiger design on NTRās outfit š so adorable that he wants to keep poking on it and basically ignoring the interviewer just so he could look at the design longer. Charan why are you so precious?
When NTR talked to someone behind Charan, they both keep holding hands š basically they never let go of each other hands, Tarak busy with other people, Charan with the interviewer and yet their hands were in each otherās grip. I feel like they want to keep it lowkey but failing š
+++ Bonus
When Charan finally aware that he should give time for NTR to conduct the interview alone with the variety host so he excuse himself and before that, he didnāt forget to touch Tarakās chest one more time and give a squeeze to his hand before letting go.
They love each other so much and so openly itās hard not to notice through their body language around each other, itās real ! And pure and super lovely.
To summarise: THEY ARE ALL OVER EACH OTHERāS BODY š„µš„µš„µš«£š«£š«£
I need this tenderness in my life. I need this one person, man or woman, be so delighted in my presence and who Iām so delighted by. I need them like I need cool matka water on a hot summer day. I want to drink in the love thatās pouring off these two, the sweet warming honey thatās just showering them and their surroundings. Theyāre so happy with each other it makes me happy. Seriously, if a genie came up now and offered me a ton of money or really hot sex for the rest of my life vs an hour with my person, Iād take that hour without blinking. That one hour of love is enough.
Well said, well said
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I want to talk about how cute this moment was, Ram Charan looking like a little kid hugging NTR, pulling him into his arms so hard and pressing their cheeks together, their both tongue pushed against their teeth in their mouth in a really adorable manner like an excited little boy, the sheer joy in their expression especially the glint in his eyes was so apparent, Charan was so happy here and no one canāt deny it, many people bear witness behind them about this gleeful exchange, the vibrant energy was contagious and everyone around them was feeling it as well.
Charan shook NTR in his arms and he almost didnāt want to let go not until the host basically pulling NTR away from him. If theyād okay with him hugging NTR while giving the interview he might have done just that lol so hesitant to let go.
I couldnāt help but notice by the way his hand also linger on the side of NTRās waist, then he bring his palm to touch his stomach too, pressing his thumb on his center as well before he hold hand with NTR WITH BOTH HANDS!
Loving how he couldnāt stop admiring the tiger design on NTRās outfit š so adorable that he wants to keep poking on it and basically ignoring the interviewer just so he could look at the design longer. Charan why are you so precious?
When NTR talked to someone behind Charan, they both keep holding hands š basically they never let go of each other hands, Tarak busy with other people, Charan with the interviewer and yet their hands were in each otherās grip. I feel like they want to keep it lowkey but failing š
+++ Bonus
When Charan finally aware that he should give time for NTR to conduct the interview alone with the variety host so he excuse himself and before that, he didnāt forget to touch Tarakās chest one more time and give a squeeze to his hand before letting go.
They love each other so much and so openly itās hard not to notice through their body language around each other, itās real ! And pure and super lovely.
To summarise: THEY ARE ALL OVER EACH OTHERāS BODY š„µš„µš„µš«£š«£š«£

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Raag Dvesh / The fight unseen
Finally the first chapter is here. Hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 1: Ya Takht, Ta Tabut / The Throne or The Tomb
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The bell rang and the class was dismissed. About 20 little girls, all in grade 4 ran towards the door with a smile on their faces, bidding their teacher goodbye for the day. The giggles and sounds of the little feet adorned with payal (anklets) made the said teacher's heart bloom with joy.
She waited for the class to be empty, a tiny grin etched on her face as she left with the history book in her hand. Today she had told them the story of Rani Gulaab Kunwarba- the queen of Jamnagar and wife of Jamsahib. The brave queen who fought for the rights of girls and the education and vocational training of women.
Some drabbles and discussions between Pathaan and Tiger (from Pathaan)
Again, thanks to @ssabrielā, Iām in a fandom that I donāt know I would step into. A truely rabbit hole lol.Ā
Pathaan endured repeated attacks on his face, his gums bled, his left eyelid was swollen and obscured part of his vision, his hands were shackled to a chair, and with his hair disheveled, he hung his head low.Ā
As he counted the remaining screws on the chair and wondered why these terrorists always seemed to enjoy hitting him in the face, he realized that not everyone could have his charm and looks and that jealousy and resentment were common emotions.Ā
When the other person approached him menacingly, Pathaan spat out a mouthful of blood and then smiled, saying in Hindi, āSpeak Hindi, or find a kind-hearted person to translate for you.ā When the other person angrily pulled out a gun to blow his face off, Pathaan skillfully leaned forward and knocked him down, using the leg of the chair he had just taken apart to defend himself against the ensuing attack. His eyes shone with a bright light that even Devaru would have to turn away from. Ā It was just another round of taking out the garbages.
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Pathaan was a bloodstained thorny rose. His skin might be thin and delicate, but he was not afraid of pain or had a great endurance of tolerance and pain, so he appeared tough on the surface. Instead of passing out from pain, he was more likely to faint due to excessive bleeding.Ā
After surviving several near-death experiences, his body now reconstructed with metal frames and has become a steel rose (?).Ā
When he woke up, he was sleepy and confused. He lazily smiled and smirked (because he didnāt feel much pain, he didnāt cherish his body and let others mess with it as they pleased). Overall, his body may not be able to handle the pain before he lost consciousness.Ā
Ā Even when he was dizzy and his vision was blurry, he still lifted his head and blinked in confusion, pounding his chest as if to remind his heart to start beating on its own.
Is there a possibility that Pathaan can actually control the state of damage to his own body? Taught by Tiger maybe? To help him recognize the limitation of his body? Originally, Pathaan only instinctively protected his heart and lungs, and then he was trained to calculate the minimum damage to his body in exchange for a chance to survive (such as dislocating his joints), and in a situation where he had to take a hit, he would hit the least lethal point.
Yes⦠he should be very interested in knowing where his limits are, because itās useful for the mission. He can only find the most trusted one to help him experiment. But Tiger canāt really hurt him, like choking him until the last second before suffocation. Tiger couldnāt stand it and immediately let go. Pathaan would probably look very weak and breathe heavily, and Tiger would kneel beside him, grabbing his shoulder and cursing, saying that he really doesnāt care about his life.Ā
āFuck, if you want to die so badly, do it yourself. Donāt put it on me.ā āWho said anything about wanting to die? Iām just preparing to stay alive.ā āJust a cup of tea with Yama, what are you afraid of?ā āI donāt think youāre trying to stay alive, I think youāre sick of living. Screw it.āĀ Tiger threw down a box of painkillers and stood aside, hugging his own arms with his back turned against Pathaan.
Pathaan knows which part of the human body to hit to paralyze the enemy completely (irreversible). He accidentally discovered it during a training exercise (and ended up lying in bed for two full weeks afterward). Tiger scolded him with words that could fill up two baskets of food.
Pathaan would whining and begging to be fed since he couldnāt move. Tiger would refuse, saying, āNow you start to cry! When you were all beaten up and about to die, where were your tears then? Huh?ā āCause I knew you would come to save me, my dear brotherā, said Pathaan.Ā āMy tears are valuable, I only let you see them, cherish that!ā Of course, Tiger couldnāt resist and fed him at last. He grumbled but was gentle with him, not even willing to dirty his beautiful beard. Then Pathaan would ask further for help him with bathing, getting dressed, washing his hair, and warming his bed, etc. Oh, and he also wanted Tiger to shave his beard using the traditional shaving foam of course.
First, a hot towel to his face. Second, wrapped a towel around his head like a noblewoman. Then as the razor glided over his vibrating Adamās apple, Tigerās hand would hold the straight razor stable against his tanned skin. The angle of the blade and the skin would determine how many beard hairs would be cut in one stroke. Pathaan kept muttering about his precious beard, but Tigerās hand on the back of his head tightened. āBe quiet,ā Tiger said as he raised the razor held between his middle and ring fingers, indicating for Pathaan to stay still to avoid getting accidentally cut.Ā
But would Pathaan be a good and obedient person? His beautiful brown eyes blinked, then he revealed a cunning expression. Oh, it couldnāt be good, Tiger thought.Ā
āMake me,ā the man with the shaving foam-covered chin suddenly reached out and hooked his hand around Tigerās neck, pulling him down. Tiger cursed as he fell toward Pathaan, and quickly threw the razor in the opposite direction.
The freshly shaved parts mixed with the unshaved ones, and Pathaan rubbed his face against Tigerās, fluffy foams getting everywhere. Tiger hugged him, feeling both angry and amused, letting him act out until their laughter finally stopped.Ā
āYou wild monkey, are you satisfied now? We have to start all over again.ā Pathaan laughed heartily, which annoyed Tiger, but he knew how to handle him.Ā
āGreat, since you can move now, you donāt need me to be here anymore, Iām leaving,ā Tiger said as he pretend to leave.Ā
Ā "Hey hey hey, my dear brother, I was wrong, Iām not fully recovered yet. Look, my feet are still paralyzed, donāt go~.āĀ
Tiger turned around, hands on his chest, and asked, āAre you going to listen to me now?āĀ
Ā "I will, I will, Iāll listen to everything you say, butā¦ā.Ā
Ā "Could you spare my hair this time? Pleaase~~ā
Mr. Pa-I swear Iāll be good but I forget right away-thaan
I think this might be one of the most delicious brainholes I had tasted⦠thanks for making those bad scenarios and extremely bad talks with me Revere loooool and putting everything together! It was TONS of fun. I wrote Tigerās dialogue and Revere (as sassy as she is always) wrote Pathaļæ¼anās of course, if ur wondering~
Let this ship sail ā“ļø
Plus one bed photo of wife-y Pathaan⦠I found it quite suitable!!! I mean look at those half long tender and wet looking hairs he has! And the shape of the neckš¤¤
I was waiting for both of you š @teddybat24 and @ssabriel šāØ
Thatās awesome welcome on board!!!! š¤©š