Goat In Chali Chaliga From Mr. Perfect (Telugu, 2011)

Narti Week 2017 - Day 2: Colors

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She had never known color.

Never known in what hues the world was drowned in. She could smell it, in the pigments and chemicals used to make up certain colors, but Narti had never known them.

She never would.

Though sometimes, very rarely, the female General would, somehow, receive the slightest hint of color. A sort of smoke that would curl around her shoulders and through her fingers. It was a warm, happy sort of color.

And she loved it.

But it never lasted.

Nimmi in Amar (1954)

the queen’s dead but bakugo better not be

Third BKDK Web Weave while waiting for Midoriya to be the MC again (spoilers)

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would you ever consider a webweave for nana? whatever comes to ur mind first… 02nana or nana ren or just nana herself….. thank u for ur hard work!!!!

oh, to be yours (Nana Web Weave)

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hey...i really loved you,

you know? i never said it but it still counts, right?

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Nana was written and illustrated by Yazawa Ai

nana / michelle k. / nana / haruki murakami / richard siken / nana / nana / mary oliver / the crane wives, "never love an anchor" / nana / alejandra pizarnik / sappho (trans. chris childers) / hozier, "francesca" / nana / jeanette winterson / taylor swift, "you're losing me" / girlhouse, "dontstop" / nana / nana

p.s - sorry for the late delivery on your request! my master's course are really packing a punch, plus i'm working on a very wonderful zine with even more wonderful folxs - still, i hope you like it anon!

Narti Week 2017 - Day 1: Ladies’ Night

(Quick note that most of these will be related to ‘Golden Madness’ in one way or another. Hope you enjoy!)

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Ezor's hand was cold against her own.

The bubbly female General had never been afraid to touch her, despite the destructive potential of her magic. And while Narti would've preferred staying in, she allowed Ezor to pull her to her feet for a night of festivities.

Denying the happy trilling of her heart.

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 4 - Enchanting

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“Uh? Voltron to Lotor? Voltron to-“

“I heard you the first time Lance.” Lotor grumbled as he took another swing of Nunvil. Stupid Voltron. Stupid Alteans. Stupid alliances with their stupid formal-

“Ok, ok. Just checking Mr. Grumpy Galra. Jeez, you’ve been glaring into space for half a Varga now man.” Well…the Red (or was it Blue now? Blast it, its all too confusing at the moment) Paladin wasn’t entirely wrong. Lotor was, indeed, very grumpy.

But he hadn’t been glaring at nothing.

“Says the one sulking with over Keith.”

“Hey! I’m not sulking!”

“Sure, and I’m not trying to get drunk Lance.”

More specifically, he had been glaring at the little woman that had taken up far too much of his thoughts as of late.  A point further proven by the three empty Nunvil glasses next to him. Ah. 

The Green Paladin.

The two had developed a sort of…relationship as of late. Touches lingered. Lips occasionally touched. Eyes would soften.

But what were they?

What did she think of him? Just what was keeping them dancing around each other like this? Lotor didn’t know and he hated being left in the dark like this.  

Hated being so enamored with her.

His eyes never left her, as she stood there in the distance. Clothed in a pale purple dress that made his blood boil with every sort of blushing red feeling Lotor swore he’d never let himself feel. A sleeveless lilac two-piece with strips of black velvet holing the short shirt and long billowy skirt together. Slivers of warm, freckled skin shining through the gaps. Etherial and enchanting.

Talking with other men.

The sight had his fangs grinding against each other. Seeing her smile up at diplomats. Seeing their eyes linger on her skin. Lotor had half a mind to chew the Altean Princess out for introducing Pidge to these foreign diplomats. Ugh, he didn’t like this.

Not in the least.

He didn’t like the uncertainty. The secret tenderness between them. He wanted the ability to loop his arms around that slim waist without the fear of losing what little standing he had with her. The right to stand by her side without any chance that she might lash out at him.

Pathetic, he knows.

But what was a man to do? The Green Paladin had his heart wrapped around her little fingers. Maybe it started when those gold eyes first cut into him. Or when he saw those blasted tears streaking down her face. But either way, Lotor knew that whatever he felt for this small woman has long gone beyond a simple fascination.    

He downed his drink.

“Lotor? Where are you going?” Lance was deftly ignored in favor of Lotor making his way towards the small woman who left him so helpless.

The room only spinning slightly.

Then, in the corner of his eyes, Lotor saw the Black Paladin make way towards Pidge as well. Every nerve in Lotor’s body screaming in protest at the sight.

Damned clone.

It wasn’t that hard to figure out. But Lotor couldn’t bear to tell the rest of Voltron for fear of being booted out. Their trust in that copy of their leader greater than their trust in him. Though complications really started arising when Lotor found that the clone’s eyes never strayed far too long on a certain Paladin.

Which Lotor couldn’t exactly fault the thing for.

Pidge was, at least by Galran standards, an ideal, tempting mate. Young and clever. Her size never impeding her battle prowess. Small and lithe like a knife.

Never failing to excite him.

Beautiful and deadly in such a breathtaking way Lotor want to snatch her up in his arms and snarl at every male that came too close. That being said, as soon as Pidge was within an arm’s reach, Lotor pounced.

Wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Join me for a stroll, won’t you?” He didn’t look at her as he asked, choosing, instead, to glare triumphantly at that clone’s dumbfounded expression. The copy’s expression immediately souring. 

Before whisking her away completely.

bae plssss do a web weave for asaden🥺🥺

your akiangel and dazaatsu ones already made me feel sooo overwhelmed (in a good way ofc), i think i'd actually die happy with asaden

tis my only way to cope cuz i bet my ass fujimoto will never give them a happy ending

😭😭

your love like a star(fish)

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whose been waiting for who here? you are the heartbeat of my life

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Chainsaw Man is written and drawn by Fujimoto Tatsuki  

csm / leith ross, "we'll never have sex" / erik j. brown / hera lindsay bird / csm / hera lindsay bird / james baldwin / a.w. , "i was an island" / csm / richard siken / csm / ???

quill notes - i actually havent read this arc yet, so my apologies if its a lil clunky. im not the type to get flustered over spoilers, so this was actually kinda fun!

Like if you’re a #fic fan, reblog if you’re a #vld lotor fan.