#luddi

[pollyj]

Four Women in Costume and with Ornaments, Performing Luddi Dance for Native and Non-Native Group at Hotel?/Restaurant?

1956, Pakistan -- Punjab ?

[gowii]

Schnappschuss einer Hornisse, gefangen in einem Becher. Besser wegwerfen! :) Im Vordergrund: Luddi

[shanepunjabartsclub-blog]

400 students performed Giddha, Bhangra, Skits, Luddi and Sammi at the 9th annual Nachdi Sham show organized by Shan E Punjab Arts Club. The event was sold out, about 1200 people attended. Bell Performing Arts Centre was packed up with seniors, kids,parents, sponsors and volunteers. Shan E Punjab is not only teaching folk dances to kids, but also helping thek work on their social skills, self-esteem, confidence and motivate them to get their education and serve community. Randeep Sarai (Member of Parliament) made a special appearance and appreciated the efforts by Shan E Punjab. A big thanks to all the srudents and their parents, sponsors, volunteer and media for providing support to Shan E Punjab throughout the past 9 years. @jeevan5049 @bal_inc @nextlevelmusic_ @redfmcanada #nachdisham2016 #shanepunjab #bhangra #giddha #luddi #sammi #annualshow #soldout (at Bell Performing Arts Centre)

[mrxonte]

dont threaten the summoner

the party was hunting down a void mage that would create a black hole if he died or if the bodypart that the magic runes for this spell are engraved in got chopped off. When they had finally caught him they presented him to the quest giver, an order of paladins. The paladins had ordered for the mage to be executed and not presented though, since the political problems of killing the mage themself or even being connecting his murder would be great. Because of this the order locked the party out and threatened to kill them if necessary. The partys summoner had a breakdown because 1) the order was a bunch of bastards in his eyes and 2) because his life was threatened. This resulted in him threatening to (and trying to) kill the mage right here to blow up the whole city. 

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Ludwig felt like death warmed over. He had for days, this flu really doing a number on him. And so he'd opted to curl up on the couch, wrapped up in a big comforter, only his face and blonde bangs peeking out as he stared mindlessly at the tv, cartoons droning on and eliciting a hoarse laugh every now and again. He hadn't even noticed the British man entering his home, bleary baby blues too intent on his show as he sucked at the sucker in his mouth quietly. He hadn't realized he'd forgotten his notes at the meeting the day before, his mind was too much of a hazy mess from the illness. Hearing the footsteps, he smiled. "Finally, your home, big bruder, did you bring my... soup... ?" His eyes widened as he finally spotted the other, frozen in his spot, porcelain cheeks blazing red in embarrassment. "A-Arthur!" He gasped, quickly shutting off the tv and laying the sucker on it's wrapper on the table. His face burned up with fever, but now an embarrassed flush joined it, as he looked up at him with big blue eyes. "What are... what are you doing here? I wasn't... expecting anyone."

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((from innocentcrotchcloth)) Gilbert started at himself in the mirror. His body, as he'd thought, was completely female. Long, lean muscle with soft curves. Flowing white hair. Small breasts... And... He burst into the living room. "My dick!!!"

Ludwig had been peacefully reading, glasses perched on his nose. It was a nice, quiet day, and the blonde had been completely at home in the silence. After all, big bruder was still sleeping, the two having worn themselves out long into the night. However, at the cry, the blonde shut his book, glancing up at the elder- just for blue eyes to widen, a flush dancing on his cheeks as he stared at the girl standing in front of him. “…B-Big bruder?”

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badartist-808 said: At first, Gilbert had truely loved Ludwig. He would do anything for his little brother and he was so happy with himself when he finally confessed his feelings. Especially when Ludwig accepted and reciprocated them.  But.. Over time, he started to loose interest with his little brother. He still loved him, and sometimes it was fun having him. But recently he’d been more interested in girls. Or, not even specifically girls. Sex. Yeah, they always ended up having sex sometime during the night, usually on the couch after Ludwig had left the room. For awhile Gilbert didn’t even know how depressed Ludwig was because of this, he was completely oblivious. Until he found him crying and they got into their first real argument. It went on like this, everyday he’d reassure Ludwig and tell him how much he loved him, then and night he’d come home with a new woman, and they’d fight and make up in bed later. That was how it went, every single day. It was such a repetitive cycle, but Gilbert didn’t mind it. He thought everything about it was just. Fine. So, when he heard Ludwig sobbing so violently, his voice broken and desperate, he came into the room. Concern took over his features and he went to him. He didn’t even have a girl here tonight. He went down to him, “Ludwig? Lud, what’s wrong??” He asked urgently, putting his hands on his brother’s shoulders. He thought something must be seriously wrong by the way he was crying, he didn’t even notice the suitcase. He was far too oblivious to realize he was the one causing this awful pain…

“Why…” The blonde whispered brokenly. He didn’t look up at his brother. How could he? His heart was cracking in his chest. His voice sounded so- hollow. So hurt. “I g-guess you couldn’t find one tonight huh?” There was no anger underlying the words. Just pain, honest to goodness pain, and it took a lot to break Ludwig like this had. He hadn’t cried like this… not since their parents died. Such was the hurt he was feeling, those flames growing hotter at his brothers touch. It wasn’t real. This concern wasn’t real and he knew it wasn’t. He had trusted his brother, loved him purely- Gilbert had been his first everything. His first kiss.. he’d been the one to take Ludwigs innocence… and he was the first one the boy had loved. For four years, he’d been loving him, giving himself over completely to the other. Why wasn’t he enough?

He forced himself to move, lifting bloody fingers to his eyes to wipe at his eyes, his whole body, large as it was, quaking and trembling until he seemed so much smaller than he was. Blonde locks were loose from their normal hold, falling in his face, a reminder of his age. Twenty years old. So young to cry so painfully. The fingers slid from his eyes, to his chest, slowly, almost hesitantly, before clutching over his heart. Ludwig managed to get to his feet, opening the suitcase with a quiet sigh, starting to removed articles of clothing and putting them away. He’d have to rewash them tomorrow to remove the blood, but tonight- he couldn’t care less about the mess. “I’m sorry I made a mess, snow dove.” He said almost monotonously, his overwhelming sadness thinly veiled by the flat tone as he tried to clean up, tried to make everything at least seem normal. At least then he could pretend. “I’ll scrub the blood out of the carpet in the morning.” His fingers ached, and he had a sudden thought that he should bandage them, although it felt distant, as though it were separate from himself. His mind raced, and whirled, and all the while, the blonde burned. His chest felt tight, oh so so tight, he was suffocating once again. But he didn’t voice the pain, instead thinking of what he should do. Maybe a hot bath? Then he wouldn’t have to see if Gilbert went out again. Then he could pretend that things were normal, that Gilbert would come to bed, would hold him close and kiss him sweetly.

He still remembered their first time. Those hands, so gentle on his skin, his brothers sweet soothing voice in his ear telling him that it was ok, that he’d never hurt him. Ludwig had trusted him wholeheartedly. He’d put all his faith in that promise. His love would never hurt him.

How foolish he’d been.

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It was becoming all Ludwig knew. A sort of sick routine, and all he could do now was watch blankly as Gilbert stormed out the door, tears he didn’t acknowledge streaming down his face. He didn’t notice them anymore. This happened far too often, and it was always the exact same. Gilbert would bring home a girl. He would all but rub her in Ludwig’s face, kissing her and laughing with her, ignoring the blonde presence completely, until Ludwig would quietly excuse himself to the room he and the older man shared to quietly cry into his pillow. It was hurting him. God, every one of them broke his heart worse. That night, when whatever girl it was this time had left, and Gilbert would come to check on him, Ludwig would break down, and sob, and plead with his brother, asking him why he felt the need to find others while claiming to love him. Why he wasn’t enough. Why Gilbert loved to hurt him so much. And Gilbert would go on the defensive. Tell him how stupid he was- it was a girl, so it wasn’t cheating. Just a little fun. Ludwig was just being too sensitive. And then he would storm out, yelling about how selfish the younger brother was being. Leaving the blonde to sit on the stairs and cry until he fell asleep.

He didn’t even feel empty. Feeling empty would be so much easier. But no- this pain was a fire. It lapped slowly at his bones, every harsh word from the albino, every kiss and touch Gilbert gave those girls acting as oxygen to his flames, causing them to grow until they licked at every inch of him. What could he do but slowly burn? What could he do but hope he would make it through? He couldn’t leave. Since he was sixteen years old, Gilbert had been his everything.

Things hadn’t been like this then. He remembered the night it had started. The boy had woken from a nightmare, screaming in fear. Memories of the car crash that had stolen their parents from them causing him to tremble, a cold sweat covering his body. He had hated the cold then, been terrified of it. Gilbert had come running, scootching Ludwig over on the bed so he could crawl in beside him, gathering him in his arms and pressing sweet kisses to his face. Ludwig remembered his brothers voice, soft and loving, comforting as he whispered over and over again that Ludwig was safe. That he loved him and wouldn’t let anything happen to him. And Gilbert had kissed him, oh so gently, tipping his chin up and barely holding their lips together, over and over again until the boy had melted into him, his fear slowly disappearing….

Now he ached for the cold.

He couldn’t leave though. That had been four years ago, and soon Ludwig had come to love his brother the same way that Gilbert had said he loved him. He’d been cautious at first- was it really ok to be like that with Gilbert? His big brother? But eventually, he’d remembered that bruder loved him. Bruder protected him, and kept the nightmares at bay. Held him when he sobbed, when everything crashed around him. When had that changed? Now his love for the elder was a locked room, and no matter how much he scratched and clawed and pleaded with whatever deity would listen to his sinners heart to take away that love, it never did. It constantly felt like the walls of their large home were closing in on him, like the emptiness of being alone was suffocating him.

And all he could do was let it. All he could do was cling to the moments when the other loved him purely, paid him attention, try his best to keep that attention. All he could was brace for the cold sense of dread that would fill his chest when Gilbert told him he was having company. Forcing himself to stand, he drug his feet to his room, grabbing the suitcase from his closet, almost robotic as he began to pack, repeating back everything he had and everything he needed to himself. He had to leave. Finally, finishing his packing, he zipped the suitcase- before falling to his knees on the floor of their bedroom, sobbing brokenly, fingers seeking purchase in the rough carpet, clawing and grasping blindly until his fingers bled. He couldn’t do it. Even now… even as he burned… he couldn’t leave. He loved Gilbert too much. All he could do now was pray for the cold he had once feared. No longer was he afraid- he understood now that the cold- the numbness, the ice in his chest- it was his friend. It had protected him from brokenness. From the pain. At least he could be comfortable cold. He just- didn’t feel. This was worse. The burning sensation of pain allowed him to acutely feel every harsh word, every crack his heart made. It was too much.

Ludwig was so distracted in his distraught, heartbroken sobs that he didn’t hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and pause outside the door. There was no mistaking the agony, the misery in his voice as he cried, head down, wishing he could put out the flames.

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