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My blog is mainly about Choices, Romance Club and Lovelink + some occasional posts about books, movies, desi culture and a bit of personal stuff. Basically a huge a*s mess.
I make edits for the visual novels Choices and Romance Club. I write very rarely 'cause I'm really inexperienced in it lol.
Masterlist: Choices | Romance Club
Tag: All Edits | Choices | Romance Club
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Gifts which I've received đâš
Choices Spread Kindness - Secret Admirer Event: Ficlet ft. Kate Ă Maxwell
Choices Valentine's Day (2022) - Secret Admirer Event: Art + Drabble ft. Kate Ă Max
Choices Valentine's Day (2023) - Secret Admirer Event: Art ft. Kate Ă Max
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Ram looks up from the book he's reading, quickly slamming it shut, pushing it away, as he sees Devi approaching him, dressed in English attire. It's certainly different to see her in clothes other than saris and lehengas, but she's Devi, she's beautiful in anything she wears.. Ram can't take his eyes- err, eye off her. that is, until he takes off his eyepatch to look at her properly, admiring her from head to toe. He can practically hear Ratan in his ears, asking him to keep it subtle, tone down the eye gazes. But he never listens.
Devi catches his subtle eye movements, rolling her eyes in response. but then, she allows herself the liberty to gaze at him, all dressed up in Western clothing. He looks a bit.. uncomfortable, sure. but he makes it look better than all these Britishers. Her gaze drifts to his soft locks, tied in a low loose bun, that long coat.. and stops before her gaze goes too low for decency. Ram chuckles, shaking his head, as he stands up to join her.
"Careful, Miss Sharma. Your eyes look like you're going to call me aaamar shona (my beloved/sweetheart) anytime."
"You wish, Doobay."
Ram sighs, rolling his eyes in retaliation. He leans against the bark of a neighbouring tree, looking as nonchalant as ever, to hide the affection he harbours for her. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get the proper words out of his mouth.
"You look.... nice. Like a Ducchess or whatever these Britishers use as titles, future bride of the Lord."
Devi's face flinches at the Lord's name, and she fixes Ram with a glare, to which the latter merely scoffs.
"Hay Bhagwaan, Chii. (Oh God, Ew) Don't call me that, ever again. I just came back from death, and you're making me want to go bac-"
Ram stops her from speaking, placing a finger on her lips.
"Don't you ever say that, Deviya."
Devi's cheeks flush, in both embarassment and excitement of him touching her.. in the Lord's garden.. where anyone could see them. But, she can't let him get the upper hand, can she? she teasingly kisses his fingers, causing him to blush instantly, withdrawing his hand back from her mouth.
"You know.. Mi- Devi..."
Ram hesitates.
"Nevermind."
He looks at the book he's kept aside, Pride and Prejudice. Maybe this will help?
An awkward silence falls between them, and Devi looks out at the estate's landscape, admiring the view, when all of a sudden, Ram's voice breaks through the reverie. He faces her, a solemn and serious expression on his face.
"You have bewitched me, body and soul and-"
Devi quirks an eyebrow, as Ram pauses for dramatic effect. Her brain recognises the familiar words, and her eyes widen. Sly Doobay! She can't let this opportunity slip by. she cuts in,
"and I love,I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."
Now it's turn for Ram to be taken aback. Did she just- Does she finally admit-?
"..oh.."
She merely shrugs, wanting to keep him on his toes for a little more longer. Nodding at the book he's poorly hid away, she says,
"Pride and Prejudice. I read it back in Bombay, at college. You enacted the dialogue pretty well."
She teases him, dismissing it as mere acting.
"Yeah.. acting. sure, yes."
Ram replies, rolling her eyes. stuborn Devi, that's why he loves her!
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
I donât even care if itâs macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDNâT STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldnât fix them food or they couldnât go out to eat.Â
inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
This post led me to reminisce on the nature of catâs meowing, and I have a funny story
I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didnât meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears arenât fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that arenât audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldnât hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didnât want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.
Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so theyâd be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. Iâd be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and Iâd immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadnât realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasnât. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens âyes baby?â And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones sheâd had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because thatâs the best way to get a humanâs attention.
Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesnât seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And Iâm a baby give me love!
Yeah, he did absolutely nothing at all, except yk, stealing our country's assets and torturing our people. No big deal. Why do people hate him, i wonder? đ€
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