#charvi

[pawsmos]

Happy New Year!!

what if instead of despair time it was holiday time and all they did was have a happy holidays.

hooray!!! happy new year from me! i wanted to challenge myself with this one. all of the characters ive drawn here have never been drawn on my blog yet (or at least that ive yet to post.)

which actually really surprised me, i get Levi, (i can’t draw buff people) but Eden or Charles???? WHAT????

ah YEAH!! last piece of 2024 as well! here’s headcanons of what everyone’s doing

• Charles, Eden, and Levi are baking. They are using Charles’ recipe. (He did heavy research and is now an amazing baker.) Rose had joined them earlier, but fell asleep on the couch.

• Arei and Whit are singing their hearts out at the karaoke machine. Arei got an 79 and threw the microphone at the wall. There’s a crack in it now.

• Hu, Xander, Teruko, and Nico are wrapping presents. All of Hu’s look perfect. Teruko’s on the other hand…

• J and Min are playing a card game. J has lost 7 times and is determined to win.

• Veronika is outside building snowmen with Arturo and Ace. It appears that Arturo has sculpted a human head on his. Veronika’s has way too many arms. Ace’s is frowning.

• David initially declined but heard that Xander was coming so..

• MonoTV is trying to be helpful by giving out hot cocoa. (Balancing it on it’s head.) Nobody has taken any.

MMTHEHTHEJJEE brainryooottt

i included a bunch of Easter eggs inside of this piece of other fangans! you might be able to spot a few….. happy new year!

[herawell]

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[weirdbusywonder]

Ahh... Never mind then

[belladonnaofbedona]

✉

Hiii and sorry for taking so long... I literally didn't know what to write and this was like writing in a farewell diary idk sorry lol

Thanks 😘😘

[kittenixie]

have some cats

[philosopher-agni]

The Dreary Circle

Previous Story: Homecoming Note: Contains spoilers for early Stormblood events. 

Agni sat on a stool by her friend’s tent ant watched the southern sky. She was feeling particularly antsy. Even if she wasn’t going to be on the front line in this operation, she had gotten out her red coat and red gem. She wasn’t a real Crimson Duelist of course. She’d never met a survivor of their order and wasn’t recognized as one, but she looked the damn part. It helped that Griever Cell wore red. 

Charvi, Agni’s only real friend at the Reach, slid out of her tent with that unnerving grace Ananta had. “Isssss thisssss how all of Greiver dresssssed?”

“Ceremonially, mostly,” she conceded. “But it looks like Reachers still don’t trust me out on important operations. Like I’m going to summon Shinryu again or something.” She smiled, but it wasn’t in good humor. It was forced. 

Chavri tipped her head, as if trying to figure out of that’s actually what the humans believed. Some probably did. Agni’s cell before Rhalgr’s Reach might’ve actually been successful in summoning a Primal had the Garleans not caught them in the act and slaughtered them all. She didn’t have the Astral node the summoners were using, but Shinryu proved it wasn’t needed. Not with enough passionate souls on the field. 

“Perhapssssss,” Charvi wasn’t exactly comforting. “But even sssssso, you’ve been quite usssssseful. I perssssssonally think Greiver employed better tacticsssss asssss it pertained to ssssssubterfuge.”

All the air was let out of the duelist and she hung her head. “Yeah. I guess. I just wish I was out there, doing something, yo-”

And then people started screaming. 

People screaming elicits a different reaction among militias than the general public. Agni was almost trampled by others joining her in running toward the sound. She pulled her weapon and the red gem at her hip flung itself onto the blade’s handle, readied for battle. And battle came fast. 

From the direction of the Peaks came a series of explosions. They were in quick succession and announced the Imperial’s arrival long before the bards’ horns sounded an emergency. There weren’t orders being issued over linkpearl, meaning either the frequencies were jammed or the leadership was already engaging the enemy. Given where they came it, it seemed both options were equally likely. Leadership met in the tents across the river. 

Agni decided her best way to cross the pond between Charvi’s tent and the fighting was to throw out a chain of energy and literally drag herself at breakneck speed across the water, which cast a spray up behind her. But she arrived, sword first, and took down an Imperial soldier with her rapier buried in his back. She pulled the weapon free and spun, sending an arc of lightning across the Reach to strike at a Magitek Reaper. 

Last time she had come head-to-head with invading Garleans, they had slaughtered a team of expert thaumaturges. Her lightning had barely been enough to hold them back. She was stronger now, though. She had learned and trained and overcome since then. And her lightning still wasn’t enough. 

A barrier came up behind her just in time to stop a bullet from piercing her chest, but it was already flickering as the conjurer strained to focus on keeping so many shields up at once. Time wasn’t on her side, and more troops poured into the Reach by the second. 

And that was when something entirely unexpected happened. Aether around Agni burst into sudden, intense fire. She dropped to the ground and rolled away, burning her coat but near none of her flesh as she escaped the flame. They’d brought conscripts. Worse, though, they’d brought Skulls. 

She really didn’t have time to say “I told you so” to all the people in the Reach who were unwilling to attack their fellow Mhigans. She’d made that mistake once, and had to be set right - the minute you refuse to attack your kin, the enemy puts your kin as human shields in every operation. Skulls were worse - they were human swords. Or, in this case, flamethrowers. 

What she did have time to do was shoot a bolt of unaspected energy at the Skull’s feet. It exploded around him, knocking him on his ass. She used her rapier as a cane to help her to her feet, and swung it in a wide arc in front of her. A wave of wind rushed out from the action, throwing more of the enemy off their feet. 

“Agni! Watch yourssssself!” cried her Ananta friend. And then a hail of bullets raced across the ember-soaked air. 

The barrier cast around her hardened to stop most of the impacts, but a pair broke through that screen and struck her in the left arm. She wailed in agony. Her right arm drove the tip of her rapier into the ground and giant, glowing swords rose into the air around her, flying in all directions as a counterattack. 

She didn’t really register what happened next until she hit the ground again. She felt her face burning. Then the events connected into a reasonable order in her brain - a Legionnaire had hot her across the face with his short blade. The cut was what felt like hell, and that combined with the shock she’d already endured from the gunshot knocked her back. 

An arrow sailed through her field of vision as she laid on the ground, striking the Garlean soldier in the heart. Charvi. Had to be. 

She struggled to rise a second time, this time unarmed and it was even harder to stand. She heard someone shout “Fire!” and Resistance cannons rang out, striking down advancing Reapers, but the waves of people just weren’t stopping. 

Her vision was blurry. Blood ran down her cheek and arm. She smelled death, blood and burning flesh on the air. Some of those smells he’d caused. She couldn’t reach her rapier, but she could see it. Garleans advanced on her position, and she waited as long as she could before pushing everything she could into the gem on it’s handle.

Lighting filled a sphere around it, and undirected Verthunder zapping the troops before another six blades of light went in all directions and took the twitching Garleans to the ground. And then, Agni fell face-first into the dirt. 

From there out, things were just a muddle of events and senses. Gunpowder. Cannon fire. Something about the Warrior of Light arriving. She had one clear vision of the person she presumed the leader of the attack - Fordola rem Lupis, the traitorous head of the Skulls. And blackness. And cold. And the din of battle.

And so history repeated itself, she thought. And so another group committed to liberation was slaughtered. At least, mercifully, she’d die with her people this time. At least she wouldn’t survive another massacre. She wouldn’t carry that weight again. There was a grim comfort in that.  Her year had come full-circle, in the darkest and most hopeless possible of ways.

Except Kvasir wasn’t here to save her this time. 

She remembered Charvi’s face. She remembered hearing people cry in pain. She remembered darkness. 

There were more muddled words. Flashes of something. A bed. A tent. A few people in medical attire. A blinding light. The afterlife? The Mothercrystal? The Lifestream? She didn’t know, but she felt drawn to it. And it felt painful to her. She screamed as the light blinded her. And, for the second time in a year, magic pulled Garlean bullets from her skin. That was never going to not hurt like hell, she figured. Still, she couldn’t quite make sense of what was happening. 

“It’ll be a few weeks before she’ll be able to leave the infirmary,” said a man’s voice. “I’m going to keep her under until the magics have finished their work. Weaving muscle together isn’t something you should be woken for.” Agni couldn’t see him. She couldn’t open her eyes. “But the bullet missed anything major and the sword missed her eye. I’d say she’ll be fine, but I got her records from the Flames. She’s taken beatings like this before. I’m not sure how much longer her body will be able to bounce back.”

“Sssssshould you move her to Casssssstrum Orienssssss?” asked Charvi.

There was a pause while the man made some affirmative or negative head motion, she figured. And then a serpentine hand touched her burning cheek. 

“Be sssssssssafe, my dearesssst friend. Get well.”

And then, sleep retook her before she could even feel the hand pull away from her face. The night came, and lingered, and she was lost in it. There was so much she wanted to know. There were nightmares about the Massacre of Griever and about the Battle of Rhalgr’s Reach  There were dreams about Charvi and Kvasir. There were memories of the women she met in Eorzea - Eiai, Asuka, the team she raided a Castrum with. There were dreams that made her comforted. There were dreams that made her scream inside. 

There was so much sleep. 

[philosopher-agni]

Homecoming

She felt wrong walking into the Reach. Not only because she hadn’t crossed at the Wall like everyone else - Agni had used the old tunnels to cross from the Black Shroud to avoid the Eorzean presence occupying Castrum Oriens - but because she was dressed too damn nice. 

Truth be told, working with Iris Blanchimont had been as profitable for her as she could’ve hoped, and though Tarsa still held her crystal and still used it to lure her to actions that she pleased, Agni was more in control of her destiny with a little pocket change. It was certainly more than she’d seen in the six moons she’d been in Eorzea, and she felt more comfortable now than she’d been in years. 

Still, she felt like nice clothes did something to harm her image. She was, after all, a terrorist. She was the soul stained black from doing the unsavory things in the name of liberation. It felt like it strained her credibility with the everyday freedom fighter as one of these dark and hardened elite for her to be wearing fine clothes and gallivanting about Rhalgr’s Reach. 

“Hold,” someone approached, pointing a spear tip at Agni’s throat. It was a lovely introduction, all things considered. 

She tried to look taller, hoped Thanalan’s sun was keeping her tan. She was only Highlander on her mother’s side, but if she played it up, it could help. At least, it couldn’t hurt. “Easy, easy. I’m from Griever.” She held up both hands in a calming gesture, showing no magic foci or concealed weapons. 

“Birdshite.” 

Well, at least her little cell wasn’t totally forgotten then. And at least she didn’t have to break the news as to why it went quiet six moons ago. “Philosopher,” she said, gesturing to herself. Her cell had a strict policy about not using real names outside the cell. The less actual information a person had, the less could be forcefully extracted. “My grandfather was the leader of the Griever cell. Barich Folles.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was the granddaughter of a cell leader or if it was simply knowing a name, but she did get a reaction. It was, admittedly, less than stellar. The spearman whistled, and a few others came to his side, forming an armed escort and taking her into the camp. But hey, she wasn’t dead, so this counted as a good start, she figured. 

The spearmen left her by a tent and muttered a message to some runner who darted off to spread the word. She was pretty sure the runner was tasked with making sure an eye was on Agni the whole time she was in the Reach. That wasn’t unexpected, in truth. Even if they believed her, with how things had been going lately she could hardly fault them for being uneasy around people who had the reputation Griever had. 

Eikon summoners. 

After the summoning of Shinryu, the butchering of the Griffin’s flock and the horrible costs paid by the Resistance to win Castrum Oriens for the Alliance, of course her cell’s attempt to invoke Greiver was heretical. Hell, it was awful and dangerous and not well-liked among the Reach before the Griffin. 

As dusk approached, Agni made her way to a nearby campfire, and she felt the glances of everyone around her as she moved. Once she sat beside the flame, most people went back to ignoring her, trying to pretend the Philosopher hadn’t come back to the fold, muttering quietly about the mongrel who would call upon a Primal. It was actually relieving when they stopped staring, to be honest. 

One set of eyes didn’t leave her, however.

An Amanta came up alongside where Agni sat, and stood silent watch for a long, awkward time. She looked at the campfire, studying it as if there was some deep meaning in the flame before addressing Agni.

“They whissssper about you,” her hiss was actually soft, a delicate thing that seemed more comforting that the Hyur expected. 

Agni glanced up at the woman. “Yeah, I imagine I’m not all that popular around here, especially after what happened at the Wall.”

The Ananta looked down at Agni, curiously. “Not jusssst becaussse you invoke the Godssss,” she said, as if this should’ve been obvious to Agni. It wasn’t, and after a beat, she continued. “Ssssome talk of your mixed blood asss if thisss issss a curssssse you carry, sssssome do fear your connection to the Godsssss... mossssst wonder how you sssssurvived. The Impreialssss were proud of sssssstopping a Ssssssummoning and killing an entire resssssistance cell.”

She rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah. Well, I can’t so much say that I’m not used to the ‘halflander’ nonsense. ‘Philosopher’ came from an insult to my father’s people, the Sharlayans.”

“Why do you sssssmall thingssss care ssssso much about thisssss?” asked the serpent. 

That one she didn’t have an answer to. She shrugged. “Codename aside, I actually don’t know much about why people are how they are. My father would, probably. At a guess, though? It’s just how people enforce dominance,” it was as good an explanation as any. 

The serpent seemed to ponder this, turning her glance to the flame. “They call your grandfather ‘Barich Foolssss’, you know.”

She hadn’t known, but supposed it made sense. “Maybe they’re right,” it was her turn to look at the flame. “I barely made it out of our camp in the mountains. A lot of good people didn’t. Domans, Eorzeans, Ananta... not just the ‘true sons and daughters’ nonsense people like Griffin preached. And they laid their lives down with even less to show for it than the folk at the Wall.”

“Perhapssss,” conceded the Ananta. 

Agni shifted uncomfortable in the momentary silence that fell between them. She broke it, because it felt so oppressive. “Your leader still doesn’t know what to make of me, does he?” she asked, not sure she wanted the answer, but sure she didn’t want the quiet. 

“You are without a home or family on your sssssoil,” the woman said. Again, it was as if that should’ve been an answer onto itself, but Agni could’ve seen that statement going either way. A bit annoyed at how slow this ‘philosopher’ was, the ananta continued. “My sssssisters and I will not let you be forsssssaken. Conrad knowssss thisssss. He may not approve of your methodsssss, but he will empathissssse with your convictionsssss. We know thisssss. We will remind him.”

The terrorist lifted her eyebrow. “You make it sound like your the ones running the show here, not Conrad.”

She shook her head. “There are many who ‘run the ssssshow’, Philossssopher. I have my ssssstake, ssssso doesssss everyone elssssse.”

A chuckle escaped her, she couldn’t help it. She took her glasses off, and folded them on her lap. “Maybe call me Agni.” 

“Agni?” the serpent looked down at the hyur. “You can call me Charvi.”

“Good to meet you, Charvi.” Agni reached up, offering the ananta her hand. Charvi looked down at Agni as if she was looking at a particularly interesting problem, but took the woman’s hand in her own regardless, shaking it. 

Well, that was one person here who didn’t hate or fear her. Baby steps. 

[womenworldmedia]

Charvi Bhatt: Empowering the Future of Sports through Commentary and Innovation

In a domain traditionally dominated by men, Charvi Bhatt has emerged as a trailblazer — melding her background as a standout cricketer with pioneering sports commentary, educational outreach, and tech-fueled innovation. Her journey — from the cricket fields of UAE to international broadcast boxes — has been marked by grit, purpose, and a vision to redefine sports media for future generations.

From Player to Pioneering Voice

Born and raised in Dubai, Charvi Bhatt discovered cricket early on, inspired by family tradition and school matches in Sharjah. Soon she was playing alongside boys and later helped launch the nation’s first women’s side — going on to captain the UAE national team for 14 years, steering them to milestones like Gulf Cup victories .

Her transition from player to coach was natural. In 2016, while coaching at a cricket academy, she seized an opportunity to commentate on an IPL radio broadcast — becoming the first female cricket voice in the Middle East. That audition reshaped her career, with her commentary earning acclaim for insight and energy.

The Power of Authentic Commentary

Charvi Bhatt believes commentary is as much an art as the sport itself. She emphasizes four pillars: passion, preparation, authenticity, and communication. Her ability to turn complex game dynamics into relatable storytelling has differentiated her in over 500 international broadcasts .

Her style — skilled in both radio’s evocative narration and TV’s analytical insight — allows fans to visualize or analyze with equal depth. In a memorable moment during the 2023 World Cup, cricket legend Muttiah Muralidharan praised her technical accuracy live on air — an endorsement of her expertise.

Advocating for Women in Sports Media

As the lone female sports voice across Middle Eastern commentary booths, Charvi Bhatt is on a mission to increase female representation. She champions mentorship, networking events, and training pathways to foster female participation in sports media mdx.ac.ae+11uaestories.com+11hbsblog.ca+11.

She also draws attention to often overlooked women in sports — from pitch curators to ground staff — maintaining that true inclusion requires visibility at all levels of the ecosystem .

Facing and Overcoming Challenges

Challenges have been many. Charvi Bhatt recounts initial doubts from some male colleagues around her capability to commentate in cricket’s technical arenas . Cultural mindsets also posed barriers to female sporting careers — barriers she helped dismantle through her own achievements .

Despite these, she has gained more allies than detractors. Guidance from fellow broadcasters and validation from legends like Murali have reinforced her resolve — and highlighted that women not only can but excel in sports commentary .

Education, Innovation, and AI in Sports

For Charvi Bhatt, sports extends far beyond the boundary lines; it’s a domain for education, innovation, and tech integration.

PhD Research & Academic Empowerment

Currently pursuing a PhD in gender roles in sports leadership at Amity University Dubai, Charvi Bhatt bridges theory and practice. She also publishes insights and collaborates with institutions like Middlesex University Dubai to enhance sports outreach sportageous.co.

Her thesis explores how women lead and influence in sports — an important scholarly element in her mission to balance academia and athletic progress.

AI and Digital Innovation in Sports Media

Charvi Bhatt embraces technology in coverage:

AI-driven analytics to enhance broadcasted game insights

Platforms that enrich viewer experience with deeper context

Digital tools to facilitate remote commentary during multi-location matches

While not explicitly AI-centered, her tech mindset signals readiness to integrate intelligent systems to elevate sports storytelling and engagement.

H5: Building Inclusive Ecosystems

A firm believer in capacity-building, Charvi Bhatt mentors aspiring female sports professionals. She supports structured career paths — from internships to broadcast training — designed to cultivate the next generation of voices.

Her advocacy extends to supporting flexible work models and addressing pay disparities, helping women engage meaningfully in sports while maintaining work-life balance .

A Model for Future-Focused Leadership

Charvi Bhatt models leadership with four key qualities:

Resilience in Defiance of Norms

Her journey — fighting gender bias, earning credibility, and staying true to her voice — serves as an inspiring blueprint for overcoming systemic barriers with determination.

Collaboration and Mentorship Culture

Whether working with peers, mentoring juniors, or engaging academic partners, Charvi Bhatt thrives in collaborative approaches to uplift individuals and communities alike .

Leveraging Technology with Heart

By exploring digitization and analytics, she ensures sports broadcasting becomes smarter and more inclusive — without losing the human touch and emotional resonance that storytelling demands.

Looking Ahead — Inspiring the Next Generation

With a clear vision for future sports media, Charvi Bhatt continues to scale her impact:

Expanding Access and Equity

Increasing women’s participation in broadcasting

Advocating for specialized training programs

Establishing networks and forums to support female presence in sports media humansofglobe.

Thought Leadership and Outreach

Featuring prominently in events like Curtin Dubai’s Women of Wisdom panel

Supporting academic-industry collaborations through podcasts and public speaking curtindubai.

Guiding Future Voices

Her advice to upcoming sports professionals:

Embrace your passion with preparation and authenticity

Seek mentorship and build networks

Use data and tech as tools — not replacements — for storytelling

Stay resilient in adversity

Strive for inclusion and equity

Final Thoughts

Charvi Bhatt is far more than a sports voice — she represents possibility. Her legacy is defined by breaking ceilings, blending athleticism and leadership, and integrating innovation into sports media. With each broadcast, mentorship, or AI trial, she empowers the future of sports — making it more inclusive, insightful, and inspiring.

Her story is a reminder: when expertise, courage, and purpose come together, change isn’t just possible — it’s inevitable.