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For: Anyone | @cardinalhq (CAP OF 3 - only one muse per writer) ORI + 2 OPEN Character: Arjun Location: Outside Soundwaves

Arjun leaned back in his chair, the dim glow of the recording equipment casting long shadows across the studio walls. The lamp on his desk flickered, painting the room in shades of orange and amber, its soft light barely cutting through the night. His fingers drummed a quiet rhythm against the wooden surface as he glanced at the microphone, the familiar weight of it steadying him in the stillness.

“So, what’s your take?” His voice, low and steady, broke through the quiet. “Ghosts, or just our minds playing tricks on us?”

The words lingered in the air for a moment before they crackled through the town’s radios, reaching those few who listened in the late hours, waiting for the stories he told. His audience—spread out across the dark corners of Cardinal Hill—knew the routine well by now. Arjun’s show wasn’t just about music, it was about the unknown, the things that haunted the town, the shadows that seemed to move just out of sight.

He paused, glancing down at the letters strewn across his desk. Each one carried a story, a strange encounter that someone swore wasn’t just a coincidence. A face glimpsed in a window, footsteps heard where no one should be, a shadow that didn’t belong to any living soul. He had read them all, over and over, yet the thrill never faded.

“I mean, I get it,” he continued, his tone softening. “Sometimes, a creaky floorboard is just that. A house settling, a draft catching the edge of a door. Or maybe, we’re just exhausted, seeing things that aren’t really there.” He leaned back in his chair, letting the familiar hum of the radio fill the silence. “But then again…”

His gaze shifted to the window, where the quiet of the night pressed against the glass, the outside world seeming far away. “There are places where the air feels thicker, you know? Where it feels like something’s just… waiting.”

He chuckled, the sound light but tinged with something darker, something only those who knew him well might notice. “Personally, I think I’ll keep an eye on that shadow near the old train tracks. Seen it a couple times now—always the same time, every week, just standing there.”

Arjun let the silence stretch out again, long enough for his listeners to fill it with their own thoughts. His show wasn’t just about telling stories—it was about making people feel like they weren’t alone in the strangeness. That whatever haunted them, whether in the quiet of their homes or the back of their minds, was shared.

He glanced at the clock. It was late, time to wrap up, but his mind still buzzed with energy, his body worn but his thoughts racing. “I don’t know,” he finally said, his voice quiet but steady. “Maybe we’re just seeing what we want to see. Or maybe there’s something more out there, just beyond what we can prove.” He smiled, though his listeners couldn’t see it. “All right, Seekers, stay safe, stay sane—and I’ll catch you tomorrow night. Arjun signing off.”

With a soft click, the program ended. Arjun exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he turned off the microphone. The room felt quieter now, almost too quiet, the hum of the town’s unseen mysteries still lingering in the back of his mind. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the exhaustion that had settled deep in his bones.

But sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight—he could already feel it.

Reaching for his phone, he dialed the first number that came to mind, the one he always called when the quiet got too loud. “Hey,” he said, his voice lighter now, a hint of a smile returning. “What do you say to some 2am pancakes? My treat. I'll even come pick you up -- but I'm bringing Fiver," he meant his German Shepherd, "you know how he is if he doesn't get pancakes."

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Arjun chuckled softly, his eyes brightening at Corey’s dilemma. “Ah, the age-old Halloween conundrum! It’s a bit like being lost in a ghost story without the thrill of a good scare, isn’t it?” He leaned against the counter, his expression warm as he tried to think of what he could offer to the other. “Last year, I tried something a bit unconventional. I went as a ghost with a twist—dressed in an all white suit but with a microphone, calling myself ‘The Ghost of Radio Past.’ Quite the hit, but no one saw it because I was working that night.”

He paused, giving it a thought. “But if I were you, I might lean into something classic. A vampire, perhaps? You can never go wrong with a well-placed cape and some fake fangs. Just think of the endless opportunities for dramatic entrances.” He winked playfully. “And you can always raid the candy aisle for a bit of authenticity afterward. So, any ideas coming to mind, or should we keep brainstorming together?”

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Located in Hometown Grocers

Ringing up the customer's items, Corey found himself bored enough to feel brave enough to do more than just greet them and bid them farewell. "Aw man, this candy's the best," they commented on the Halloween candy that they were purchasing, his mind shifting to thoughts of the holiday due to the sight of it. "I'm totally stuck on what costume I should go with for Halloween, I've actually just got no idea. Are you dressing up as this year?" While Corey was genuinely interested in knowing, he was more interested in getting ideas for his own costume; while he wanted to try his best to come up with something original, he was completely clueless, and therefore he wouldn't have been able to promise them that his intentions weren't just to take inspiration from their plans, if they had any.

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Can you write something with Vrishasena and Arjuna? Arjuna would have been such a good uncle and all of them would have been such a cute family.

Hello there anon! You're right on time, I wrote this in the return train ride lol.

About Arjuna being an uncle to Vrishsena, I'm not sure if you're asking for a canon-divergence? Let me know if you have a specific scenario in mind. But, for now, here is a canonical one:

3 times Vrishasena found his Uncle, +1 time it was otherwise.

1.

Indraprashtha's Palace of Illusions is larger than the one in Anga, and infinitely more complicated than the one in Hastinapura. Vrishasena is, simply put, quite lost. His father's is in Uncle Duryodhana's retinue and far too busy smoothening the Prince's ruffled feathers to pay him any mind. The other Kings are not people he has been introduced to, and he's pretty sure approaching them for such a trifle would start a war. That left the Pandavas.

Vrishasena stops at the huge double-doors leading to the garden. Made of mahogany wood, they are twice as broad as he is tall, and eight times as high. He studies the carvings on them while he contemplates his options. Yudhisthir he refuses to ask for help - the Emperor-to-be referenced etiquette and scriptures eleven times in the six minutes he has known the man. Crown Prince Bheem is out of question, for obvious reasons. The twins are a good choice, but he doesn't know where they are. That leaves Prince Arjun, who is strolling in the garden with the King of Dwarka.

Vrishasena gives the guards a dubious look, then makes his way towards his target. Krishna notices him at once, and a beatific smile brightens up his face. He spreads his arms wide and turns towards Arjun. "Look, my friend. The Prince of Anga is here."

Arjun notices him and offers him a polite tilt of his head. "Namaste. How may I help you today?"

Vrishasena bows. "Namaste, I was looking for Prince Abhimanyu."

Arjun's face goes from courteously disinterested to downright suspicious in less than a second. "Why?" he asks, far too curtly in Vrishasena's estimation.

Krishna throws back his head and laughs. "These are two young boys in a bunch of nagging kings engaged in politics. What did you think would happen, Parth?"

Arjun flushes. Vrishasena hurries him along. "We're acquainted, Prince. He was gracious enough to offer to show me around."

"Oh," Arjun mumbles. "Try out the kitchens, he's always trying to charm an extra sweet out of the cook."

Vrishasena bows again. "I thank you. Have a good day."

He is quietly backing away when he hears Arjun's stiff reply. "You too. I hope you like Indraprashtha enough to visit again."

2.

Hastinapura's Palace is a veritable playground for his brothers and the Kaurava children. Vrishasena, as the eldest of them all, has been saddled with the unenviable responsibility of minding them today. This, naturally, involves a great deal of screaming and shouting on his part, and a much greater indifference on the part of the children.

"Do not run in the corridors!" he yells after Lakshmanaa, who gathers up her skirts and runs faster. "They have been wiped. You're going to slip! Lakshmanaa!"

Lakshmanaa lets out a shrill shriek as he comes dangerously close to snatching her hand and turns around the corner. Vrishasena's only warning is a muffled "oof!" before he skids around the corner himself, and barrels straight into someone.

They collapse in a heap - him dazed, Lakshmanaa laughing and the man grunting out in pain.

"Oi, you!" says a feminine voice. Vrishasena looks up. A beautiful woman looms over them, dusky face cut through with a bright, toothy smile, eyes sparkling like diamonds. "Please free my husband," she requests, shoulders shaking with laughter. "Warrior though he may be, I fear he will not live long like this."

"Empress Draupadi," he manages, then scrambles over to see which of Kunti's scions he has had the misfortune of knocking over. Of course, because the universe hates him, it is his father's mortal enemy.

"Prince Arjun," he greets, somewhat stupidly, then drags a still-giggling Lakshmanaa off him. "Are you hurt?"

Arjun rubs his forehead. "Apart from my pride? No, I don't think so."

"We're sorry," Lakshmanaa offers, not sounding apologetic at all. "Brother Vrishasena is having a hard day."

"I wasn't the one who knocked him over," he protests, half tempted to wring his hands in frustration.

"You did fall over, though," Draupadi points out, then starts laughing again.

"Where are you going?" Lakshmanaa asks, not even portending to be subtle about changing the subject.

"Your father invited us to a Dyut Sabha," Prince Arjun says, just eager to move on. Humiliation is not a good look on him.

"I hope you enjoy your game," Vrishasena offers, then bows. "Come, Lakshmanaa, let's go."

"Listen, Vrishasena," Arjun calls after them. Vrishsena waves the little Princess away. "Don't tell Angaraaj this happened."

"Lakshmanaa will tell Unc- er- Prince Duryodhana."

Arjun sighs. "Duryodhana has seen lots of embarrassing situations first hand. One more is no gain for him."

"Okay," Vrishasena shrugs. "I won't lie to him if he asks, but I won't tell him on my own either."

Draupadi gives them both a bemused look, but Arjuna nods. "Thank you. That is all I ask."

3.

It has been many years since Vrishasena saw Arjun. The Pandava Prince looks different now. His gaunt face is shielded by a scraggly beard, his hair is tangled and haggard. The finery he once bore with ease now hangs loose from his lean frame. The war and Abhimanyu's death have worn him down, perhaps more than it has worn down Vrishasena.

It is not easy to keep pace with Arjun - fabled archer that he is. But Vrishasena is Karna's son, blessed thrice by love of his parents, of the Kuru clan, and the love of his people. Ten times he pierces Kunti's youngest child, ten times more he goes after Dwarka's King. He fights even as his father and the Kauravas draw close, and Arjun taunts them with the inevitability of his demise.

The sight of him makes Vrishasena stop heckling Bheem. His charioteer tries to steer them after Bheem, but Krishna cuts through their path and draws up in front of them. In the distance, he sees the white conch of his father's flag flutter ever closer. Arjun lifts up his bow in challenge, and Vrishasena thinks quietly to himself, Death has come for me.

He does not have the breath to speak, but he thinks of his father and pleads fervently, Let me fight, let me go, and Karna, whether he hears it or not, stays away. Arjun's arrows take off his arms one after the other, and then take off his head. Vrishasena does not have the time to feel anything but relief.

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Sometimes, Arjun thinks, it is better to be ignorant and live in bliss.

Yudhisthir sits slumped on the ground, head buried in his hands. Draupadi is quiet, eyes turned heavenwards in a blank stare. His other brothers are gathered around, gaping at their mother. Even Krishna is silent and still.

"I want to go home," Sahadev says suddenly, sounding like the little boy he was all those years ago when they made their laborious way from Shatashringa to Hastinapura. The words make Arjun's heart ache.

"We will be going home right after," Kunti soothes, placing a hand on his arm. He had ever been her favourite child.

Now, Sahadeva throws off her hand and turns away. "No!" he shouts, choking on a sob. "I will not go to that graveyard. I want to go home!"

Yudhisthir lets out a strange sound, somewhere between a hiccup and a cough. Arjun looks towards the burning pyres. Karna he cannot mourn - their history is longer than Vishnu's endless serpent and deeper than the waters of the ocean. But he thinks of Vrishasena, Karna's son and his nephew, sprawled on the ground - without arms or a head, and his stomach turns. He thinks of Karna killing Abhimanyu and can feel nothing but rage. He thinks of Vrishasena coming after Nakul, and feels his heart leaden with sorrow.

Somewhere among the burning pyres Vrishasena's body smoulders. Arjun dares not go search for him.

"I'm sorry," he tells the bitter winter air. He watches the words mist in front of his face, watches the mist float heavenwards, mingling with the smoke from the pyres. He thinks of himself weeping over Abhimanyu's mangled remains, thinks of Karna stoically arranging Vrishasena's severed parts for his last rites. He thinks of devoted friends and silent mothers and cursed thrones, and apologizes no more.

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Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt. 1

Yudhisthir

Mostly reblogs "Am I The Asshole?" polls and somehow each with a detailed and insightfully correct answer. Most people just look for his reblog and then vote whatever answer he's deemed right. That's how he earned the nickname "Dharmaraja"

Always explains stuff to the asks he gets and does it very politely so. You could ask him about anything and as long as he knows about it, he'll tell you about it.

Women respector since before 5000BC.

Never annoyed by hate comments on himself. Calls the fuck out of them if they disrespect his brothers.

Bheem

Posts photos of foods he likes.

Always posts about what he's cooking.

Gives gym tips to beginners.

Probably has "never stop bulking 💪" in his bio

Definitely makes it his own duty to teach his mutuals how to cook.

Arjun

Crazy good archery skills. Knows it. Shows them off.

(most people just look at his arm muscles flexing though)

Arjun: Madhav! Look at how famous this post about my archery is getting. I don't understand though. All I did was hit a bull's eye.

Krishna, looking at Arjun in that video being completely shirtless and slicked with sweat, brown skin glowing under the sun: *sweats*

Doesn't understand the thirst comments. ("Madhav what does railing mean and why does this person want me to do it to them?" "Uhm, it means they want you to "train" them haha. It's a slang. Haha." "*Replies to comment* sure I'd love to rail you")

Nakul

Sexy and he knows it.

Thirst traps.

Actually works very hard and always helps people, but he's such a troll that people just think he's a unemployed gymrat pretty boy until he attends some big event and people are like "YOU HAVE A JOB??????"

Loves his fans (I just know he'll heart each and every thirst comment go argue with a wall)

Always tagging his twin in the most random posts (most of them are jumpscares)

Sahdev

Does not want to be here

Always duets the videos nakul sends him and screams at the jumpscares ("I do not like this TRICKERY!" "The ball hit the camera Sahdev it wasn't gonna jump out the phone and hit you in the face" "I am BLOCKING YOU")

The fans love his reactions. He doesn't know, he never checks the comments.

Gives in after some time and creates a no-bullshit self help account to help people manage their life and work more efficiently

Krishn

The definition of Hot Mess™

On every platform he's on, which is every platform that exists, this man is Chaos. One post will be "My wife is so beautiful" and then "I miss Arjun" and then "here's three legal ways to loophole out of a lawsuit" and then a motivation post and then a video of a cute baby cow he saw on the sidewalk.

Pranks the fuck out of everyone and everything (his favourite victim is arjun)

Professional roaster. Has online beef with Shakuni. Insults in the most insufferable way possible you canNOT find a way to insult back it's so annoying cuz then he's like 😇🦚

Cute couple reels with Rukmini

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Arjun's eyebrow arched as he watched Leo’s flexing display, his expression one of mild amusement paired with a ghost of a smirk. “Careful, Leo,” he said, his voice calm and measured but with a hint of teasing. “If your ego gets any bigger, Fiver might have to help you carry it.” At the sound of his name, the aging German shepherd at Arjun’s side perked up briefly, his ears twitching, though he remained seated with the quiet dignity of his years.

Arjun’s smirk faded slightly at Leo’s more vulnerable confession, his gaze softening. “Your mother would be proud of you,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Not because of what you think you should’ve done, but because of who you are. You’re kind, you’re loyal, and you make people feel seen. That’s rare. And that’s more than enough.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up again as Leo’s playful tone returned, and he shook his head. “Yes, yes,” he replied dryly, “I’m a hardened criminal now, breaking and entering for the sole purpose of leaving you gifts. If you want to press charges, Fiver and I are ready to make a dramatic escape.” His gaze lingered on Leo’s excited expression, the faintest trace of warmth in his usually guarded eyes.

When Leo’s enthusiasm turned to puppy-dog eyes, Arjun let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Fine, fine. We’ll go see it now before you combust from the suspense.” He gently nudged Fiver’s harness, and the dog rose to his feet, tail wagging lightly. “But if you don’t think it’s the best birthday surprise you’ve ever gotten, just lie to me. This Spock’s ego is fragile.”

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The drive to Leo’s cabin was short, the scenery growing more secluded with every turn. By the time they reached the clearing, the woods seemed to cocoon the small structure in an air of quiet, save for the whisper of wind weaving through the trees. The headlights cut through the darkness, briefly casting long shadows before Arjun switched off the engine.

As Arjun stepped out of the car, the cool night air immediately nipped at his skin, but it was the familiar ache in his leg that took precedence. The pain in his left leg, a constant reminder of the accident, flared up with each shift of weight as he stood. His left hip and pelvis—still brittle and compromised from the fractures—groaned in protest. It wasn’t just the bone-deep pain; it was the hypersensitivity of the complex regional pain syndrome that made each step feel like his leg was on fire, every nerve screaming in overdrive.

He exhaled slowly, taking a moment before he could move. He didn’t want to show it, but the ache was there, gnawing at the edges of his patience. His hand gripped the car door, steadying himself as he adjusted his stance, careful not to aggravate the flare-up further.

“Come on, Fiver,” he said quietly, his voice more to reassure himself than the dog. As he shifted to the back of the car to open the door, the slight tilt of his body was deliberate. He tried not to wince, but the slow burn of his leg felt like it might send him to his knees if he wasn’t careful. Still, he couldn’t let it stop him. Not tonight. Even though it meant he had to take the cane from the backseat and use it as support.

Fiver, sensing his discomfort, moved slowly, careful not to pull. The dog’s movements mirrored Arjun’s: deliberate, with the weight of years and caution. Arjun helped him down from the car, taking extra time to adjust the harness, his hand shaking just slightly from the strain.

Each shift of his body was a calculated effort, his right leg bearing the brunt of his weight, while his left was kept as steady as possible, braced against the stiffness in his hip. Arjun took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and gave Fiver a quick pat. The dog looked up at him, a steady comfort that helped him keep moving.

He glanced over at Leo, already making his way toward the cabin. Arjun couldn’t help but smile, even if it was small and strained. “Keep moving,” he muttered under his breath to himself, adjusting his coat against the chill. The pain was always there, but it had become something he could manage in the company of people like Leo — who didn’t ask too many questions, who simply accepted him, pain and all.

The path ahead of him seemed a little longer tonight, but with every step, he pushed forward, determined not to let his body betray him... but it only reminded him that he was never going to be able to keep up with his friends. Leo, Dani, Ori, Kit -- they were all younger than he was... Daniel was older, but Arjun knew he was in better shape. Arjun tried not to feel as though he was limiting them by his own limitations - but when the pain flared, as it was then, he had to wonder why he bothered trying to be with people at all.

"Hey, Your Majesty?" Arjun said over to Leo. "You mind grabbing my bag for me? The one in the backseat. I don't want to ask Fiver to get it." He wanted to keep the attention focused on Leo and his birthday - not ruin it. She - he pushed. He knew that he could; he had to live with the pain and not allow it to control him, which was easier said than done -- but his medication, sitting down - taking some time to meditate. He knew he'd work through it.

"Pssh, whatever," Leo scoffed playfully when Arjun started giving him a hard time. "My ego would have to get pretty big before I needed help carrying it. I mean, look at me." At this, Leo raised his free arm and flexed before curving it back downward to flex his chest and abs as well, but it was all for show because then he began to laugh. Leo wasn't vain - well, except for maybe his hair - and he actually didn't have that big of an ego at all. He was very aware of his flaws. But with Arjun, Leo was a different person, one who saw all the good things, and he thought that that was probably because he was seeing himself through Arjun's eyes. Still laughing, Leo looked over at Arjun, wanting to see his reaction to the little show he had just put on; making Arjun laugh was one of his favorite things. "Yes, majestic," Leo confirmed. "That doesn't just mean like royalty. To me, it's kind of like...just having a fuck ton of grace, dignity, poise...beauty. You know, that sort of thing." His face felt just the slightest bit hot at his comment; Leo was always saying things like this to Arjun, and he often had this reaction because it just was not like him at all, not with other people at least.

Leo thought it was difficult for Arjun to talk about his mother, so he didn't ask about her; he knew his friend would share with him what he wanted to. So it was always nice when Arjun talked about her. That was something else Leo and Arjun shared: they had both lost their mothers, and nothing had been the same since. This tragedy was one of the things that connected them. "I understand why she said that," Leo told Arjun. "She was proud of you, and I get it. I'm proud of you too." He knew how much Arjun struggled sometimes, how much he had gone through, yet he just kept going. Leo on the other hand, he was a total mess. "My mother wouldn't be proud of me," he said softly, a thought he'd never said aloud before. But Leo was thinking about her a lot today; he thought he probably always would on his birthday.

As the two of them danced, Leo thought about their first meeting, smiling at what Arjun said. "Guys do that to you a lot, don't they?" he asked, shaking his head; those guys didn't know what they were missing out on. "Their loss," he added. Laughing, he told Arjun, "But you know, at the very beginning I thought kind of the same thing. I'd let you talk, take you back to my place, and then that would be that. But then I actually listened to you, and...well, here we are, like you said." Leo wasn't sure what it had been about Arjun exactly that had made him give the guy a chance, but he was glad that he had. He'd gotten a best friend out of it.

Then Leo laughed even more when he heard Arjun's confession - that was so like his friend, very much something he would do. "So you're telling me you broke the law and entered my home without permission?" he asked, but Leo was smiling as he said this; obviously he wasn't mad. More seriously, Leo reassured Arjun, "It's okay, yeah. I wouldn't have told you where I hide my spare key if it wasn't." When he had told Arjun where they key was, Leo had known full well that his friend at some point would use it. "Plus I'm getting a birthday surprise out of it, so how could I be angry about that?"

Listening to Arjun recall birthdays past, Leo realized another thing they had in common. They'd been so isolated from their peers in their youth, though there had been well-intentioned reasons for both of them. However, that didn't take away the sense of loss they felt because of it. "The last time I had a birthday party was my seventh birthday," Leo replied. "Sometimes if I had a friend in one of the new places we'd moved to, my mom might take us to the movies or something, but usually it was just the two of us." She'd done her best to make his birthdays special though, and Leo felt a sudden wave of sorrow. But it was hard to stay sad when he had his best friend here. "I hope you know that your next birthday is going to be fucking epic," Leo told Arjun with a wide grin on his face.

Though they were still dancing, Leo said, "Arjun...I kind of want to go see my birthday surprise now. You should have known it would be all I could think about." Grinning playfully and feeling a little like a child, Leo asked, "Can we go see it? Please?" He gave Arjun his best puppy dog eyes as he asked this.

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For: Daniel | @hxesandruin Location: Cardinal Hill Cemetery Character: Arjun

The moon hung low over Cardinal Hill Cemetery, its pale light casting long shadows over the graves that dotted the hillside. The wind, sharp and biting, swept through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Arjun stood at the entrance, his breath visible in the cold air, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. He glanced down at Fiver, the dog’s eyes reflecting a quiet understanding. The large shepherd, now showing signs of age, stood at attention beside him, no longer as sprightly as he once was, but still loyal and alert.

"Well, this is it, old friend," Arjun murmured, his voice barely audible against the sound of the wind. He bent slightly to give Fiver a soft pat on the head. "Last trip. After tonight, you get to retire. Nothing for you to do starting tomorrow than play, shed, eat, cuddle me and enjoy." He smiled faintly, though there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. Fiver had been more than just a service dog—he had been a constant companion, a silent witness to so many of Arjun’s darkest moments.

"We'll make this a good one, Fiver," Arjun muttered to himself, more to the dog than anyone else. "For all the years you've kept me steady."

Fiver nudged his hand gently, as if sensing the change that was coming.

A soft click of a flashlight signaled the arrival of Daniel, and Arjun turned to greet him. "You ready for this?" he asked, a touch of excitement lacing his tone despite the solemnity of the night. "You might not see anything, but there's always something... strange here. The kind of strange you can't explain away. Just keep an open mind." He adjusted the strap on his cane, standing a little taller, though the cold made every joint ache.

Fiver gave a quiet growl, the first sound he’d made since arriving, but Arjun knew not to take it seriously. Fiver didn't like the dark. He wasn't fond of ghost hunting .... mostly because it was four hours of being in the cold listening to static and asking questions to the empty air. "Know this, Daniel ... I will use any creepy recordings we catch on a future show. I've got flashlights, EMF readers, tape recorder, video camera, compass, salt, crystals and ... oh, snacks. Of course, I brought snacks."

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Thank you for replying my ask earlier and yes you are right about more round face I just wrote the description based on 1st house and it's ruler alone. But even if we see the second house which rules face eyes nose it is in cancer so definitely round face with a blend of sharpness in her features.

Now, what I really want to confirm with you is that traditional astrologers keep saying that she will have large breasts because of cancer in 7th house in JK'S traditional chart but what I can see from 4th house using derivative method it falls in virgo with chitra venus, 4th house rules diaphragm, lungs and chest. So with virgo here it gives slender, proportionate chest with moderate fullness (because 4th house lord mercury is conjunct moon so fullness will be there or smoothness but I don't think they will be large) I think she will have pear shaped body, her hips will be larger than her breasts like you said with saggitarous influence in 7th. Or even hour glass due to prominence of shoulders with sun stellium in 3rd house that rules shoulders, collar bones, arms. But I just can't see the big chest.

Also chitra rules forehead and neck she could have a small forehead or a three head due to virgo or a shorter neck. Overall her face could be small, round with small forehead, chubby cheeks, ageless appearance and shape prominent features like eyebrows or eyes. Also chitra is ruled by Mars and also Venus according to Dr. Arjun Pai they are both opposite planets, together they promotes sexuality making Chitra one of the most sexually alluring and active amongst Nakshatras, so she will be very pretty too. (venus influence is more here even if chitra is ruled by mars, Venus is present in this Nakshatra and as for nakshatra ruler mars it is in 5th house libra which is again a venus ruled sign)

And I have noticed allot with chitra Nakshatra venus they love to wear allot of jewels or gemstones and very fashionable clothes. (I could think of Audrey hepburn style)

Especially venus, describing female spouse so she could be business savvy (saturn in 10th) she's here to serve so she could definitely have a business with something related to serving, or creating as well as technology related themes are prominent due to mercury and Rahu also chitra could be related to fashion industry, fashion designer even. But very creative mind nonetheless.

Also she has allot of sun energy so I can definitely see the reddish bright skin (bright due to moon also his DK is moon so fair skin but reddish) and mane like or very noticeable and as you said reddish brown hairs are possible.

Lastly, for her eyes I didn't see the dark circles at first but now it makes so much sense, she could have dead eyes too, lol, I think her eyes and hair will be the most captivating.

Please do give insights on this analysis too. It's all I can see as of now with this method.

Yes, I couldn't agree more with all these descriptions. This is a very good application of the aspects.

Despite her soft and round features she will still have some slightly sharp features, maybe still a noticeable jawline or a pointy or squarish chin. As for the face it makes me think of the instagram model Sofia Jamora, she has a very youthful pouty and small face which also looks very Purva Phalguni like. Please don't come at me, I'm just mentioning her as a description.

About the large bust area I see that too but as a result of Moon being his Darakaraka. A Moon Darakaraka can give a larger bust and fertile signs or Nakshatras can enhance that like Cancer/Taurus or Magha/Purva Phalguni. But with the chest there can be an imperfection again because of Venuses debilitation, Venus usually gives symmetricy and in its debilitation in Virgo it can give asymmetricy or other imperfections like the Chitra tiger stripes (stretch marks) - but this can happen with age also. I kind of get like a picture of Selena Gomez in my head as a comparison of her body type. Again, this is just for a description.

Btw, for the jewelry you are so on point! Chitra individuals really wear a lot of accessories with gemstones/crystals. Since Chitra is symbolized by a jewel or a pearl, they also wear lots of sea pearls and sea shells as well, so definitely this will be a theme in her. Also anything sparkling they enjoy to wear, because Chitra is the shining jewel, so anything that shines and sparkles will be their preferance. They also wear lots of colorful clothes, very eye-catching statement pieces, they have a good taste. And the blend of Venus and Mars makes them very appealing. They also for some reason always put an emphasis on their upper body/waist in their choice of clothing, most probably from the Venusian/Martian influence giving that hourglass look. Another thing for Venus being in his 10th house I also see that she could have a bossy style as well with a hint of edginess from Chitra's ruler Mars in Swati (Rahuvian). She could have a very good eye for fashion. Besides, Chitra also means a picture, so photography or drawing (designs) could also be a thing regarding her career.

[hum-suffer]

Can you write a story about Madri and her kids?

I'm so sorry for the late reply!! I hope you like this!!

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Protected. Protecting.

Madri isn't the first one to hold her children. It feels final, in a way. Satisfactory yet bitter.

Her husband holds the elder twin, and her co-wife's eldest holds the younger. Yuddhisthir looks at the baby with such tender eyes that Madri aches with the memory of her own brother, who hasn't visited her in years— angry at Pandu for condemning her to this life in forests. She feels her tears roll down the side of her temples and Kunti wipes them away with a knowing smile. They are partners, Madri thinks wryly, they both know what it feels to be abandoned by their maiden homes.

They didn't know what to name the twins. Madri swaddled them close to her chest, Kunti hovered over them to make sure that they were comfortable, Pandu held them close to his chest while Bheem sang a lullaby, Arjun played with them and Yudhishthir bounced them gently when they began to get fussy.

And yet, no one knew what to name them. Not until a week after their birth, when Madri found Sahadev constantly pulling at Yuddhisthir's rudraksh mala. Sahadev had a soft corner of Yuddhisthir's arms, it was almost a point of contention. It would be, if Madri wasn't so smitten with the fact that her sons loved her co-wife's sons too and everything would be fine and they would remain a happy family for the rest of their lives, even if they have to live in forests.

Madri gently pulled him into her own arms then, setting him down to let him sleep while they all sat around a fire, trying to fight off the cold at the end of the year. She didn't know what was happening, but one moment she had turned, trying to see who was winning the fight between the kids— all of them fighting for a chance to sleep beside the elder twin, who had a habit of holding the hand of anyone near him, when the object of their fight suddenly shrieked and Madri turned and—

Gods above.

Her heart thumping in her chest, Madri quickly picked up the younger twin up and away from the fire that he was inching towards. She held him close to her chest and heard him babble something, but there were tears in her eyes and her ears felt like they were going to pop. She pulled back frantically, checking the hand he had halfway near the fire, but it was completely unharmed.

Pandu came to sit beside her and held her shoulders with one strong arm while caressing the boy's forehead with the other. "It's like he is protected by the gods," he said, voice sounding tearful. "One more moment and we could have—"

Madri shook her head stubbornly. "No. No. Nothing will happen to my son. He is protected by the gods. You said it. He is, I just know."

In Arjun's arms, the elder boy shrieked with delight. Arjun looked up at Madri with startled eyes, confused. She looked down at the boy in her arms and shifted him to his father while talking away the other infant from the child. The elder one held out his hand, inching and grabbing towards his twin.

Something profound uncurled in Madri's chest.

"You like that thought?" She asked the boy in her arms. He babbled back at her nonsensically, grabbing and pulling at her rudraksha mala. "Yes, yes, you do!" She beamed at him, delighted to have understood him without needing a word.

"Then we shall name him that," she said, looking down at the boy in her husband's arms, the boy who could have died if she were a second late. "Sahadev." Protected by the gods. With the gods.

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The elder twin was easy to name, after the younger had already been named.

Something whispered in her ear and her soul. Sahadev. Protected by the gods.

Nakul. Mahadev. God.

Protected. Protective. Protecting.

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The first time Nakul learnt to speak, Madri felt her heart expand and her love grow and grow in her heart until it couldn't be contained anymore.

Little Nakul carefully looked at her, contemplating whether he should tell her a matter of utmost importance or not. Madri looked at him just as seriously, eyebrows raised as she waited for him to explain why he was dragging himself around the hut even when both of them knew that Nakul could crawl on his knees perfectly well.

(He was imitating Sahadev, who couldn't learn how to crawl. They both knew that too.)

"Maa," he said, voice high pitched,"sleep!"

Madri wondered how awful she must have looked for her eldest son's first words to be an order for her to sleep. Bheem had gotten sick recently and she was worried about his health, what with how he cried out in pain sometimes. All the adults in the house (and Yudhishthir, even if he tried to be sneaky) had stayed up for two nights consecutively, just to be in service of the boy.

The love in her heart roared and tears threatened her eyes and she wanted to go back in time and hear him call her that, hear her son continuously refer to her as a mother, as the centre of his focus, as the first step of his learning, as the first step of his very long life.

Madri smiled softly at him, entertaining him,"And who will take care of your elder brother?"

"I," he said, hitting his little hand on his knee, a habit he picked up from Arjun,"I care!"

Tenderness made home in her ribs, pushing it's way into her heart as she grabbed the boy and dragged him into her lap, kissing the crown of his head. "Yes, you will, dear boy," she sighed, eyes closed and begging the gods that her boys, all five of them, remained this happy and this innocent for the rest of their lives.

She fell asleep with Nakul in her arms. When Kunti and Pandu returned from the temple, they found almost all of their children curled around Madri, sleeping soundly. Sahadev was sitting, playing with Yuddhisthir's rudraksh mala. Yuddhisthir shifted closer to the boy, in his sleep, body responding instinctually.

Sahadev looked up in surprise when Kunti picked him up and grinned at her, positively beaming.

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No one but Nakul heard Sahadev's first words.

"Nakul," he said, stumbling over the word and half stuttering. "You go!" He gestured towards the gate, where the rest of their family was setting up some picnic. Sahadev, despite being so little and unable to crawl properly, wanted his big brother to be an active participant.

Nakul shook his head stubbornly. "No!"

They crawled out of the house, hand in hand, when they imagined that all the work would be done and their entry would be welcomed, not berated.

Arjun glanced at them like he knew their plan to hog the attention to themselves and narrowed his eyes before picking them both up and spinning around with them in his arms.

Sahadev cried out,"Sleep!"

Arjun froze, assuming that was Sahadev's first word. He looked over at Madri, searching for guidance. (He always looked at her for advice and guidance. He wasn't interested in anything else.)

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Madri saw almost all their firsts.

She taught them how to walk, laughed when she saw how snobbily Sahadev hit Nakul's arm, the first time anyone noticed their matching smiles was Madri.

The first time someone noticed their matching scars, was also Madri.

She yelled at both of them, shaking with rage, her ears empty as she ignored Kunti and Pandu's futile tries to settle things down.

"Listen to me and listen well, both of you!" She said, kneeling in front of them to be at their eye level. The sparring had done then we'll for strength and stamina building but both boys still cowered in front of their mother. They lowered their gaze.

Madri took a deep breath and controlled her desperation, fear, frustration, rage, panic. She rubbed her hands down her face and looked down, grabbing their hands.

"I need you boys to be careful," she said softly. "You are my smart boys. Lovely boys. When you two were born, my heart was cut in half and given to each of you. I will not bear it if the bearer of my heart gets hurt, clear?"

Nakul nodded and lowered his head. "I know, it was an accident, I promise I'll make sure never to do it again."

"You are named after a god, my dear boy," she tells him softly, wiping away the small dot of blood on his elbow. "And your brother's name means to be with the gods."

"Promise me," she told them softly, handing out her hand toward them,"Sahadev, my sweet boy, let yourself be protected. No one will love you as much as this family will. Let yourself be coddled. We love it." She turned to Nakul, who was nodding eagerly. "Nakul, my dear boy, promise me, that you will take care of your brother. Always."

They both easily made a promise that they would keep for the rest of their lives.

Later that night, Nakul held Madri's hand as he went to sleep. Sahadev snuggled up to her other side.

Madri closed her eyes. She did not care for heaven. The gods had already given her a wonderful family and amazing children.

[veilxstars]

Arjun chuckled softly, the sound warm against the chill of the late afternoon air, his heart swelling at Leo’s delightful absurdity because it matched his absurdity so well. “Only you, Leo, could turn a couple of pumpkins into a dark fairy tale,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "All right, I could too. Nix is learning." He spoke of his radio-show protege fondly.

The image of their two pumpkin monstrosities sent a wave of laughter through him, the heaviness of his worries momentarily lifted by the thought of pumpkins - Frankenstein pumpkins. “Two Frankenstein’s monsters—imagine the chaos they’d cause. I’d pay to see that!” It was this side of Leo that he cherished most, the way he could unearth joy from the depths of shadows. “Honestly, I sort of love that you’re thinking about their demise. It makes me feel less guilty for turning them into—well, whatever they became.”

As Leo sipped his ale, Arjun studied him, noting the way his eyes sparkled with humor and the easy way he carried himself tonight. A thought crossed his mind, ... when did he start noticing things like the way his eyes sparkled or what he had said to make Leo smile/ Why did he get a little giddy feeling when he made Leo laugh? "Naw, man. I'd just toss it if you don't like it - I dunno if you ever saw me mix pain meds with alcohol but it leads to me curled up in a corner afraid of my own shadow... which can be funny afterwards. Not so funny during."

He could still feel the residual echo of the panic after the wind storm—a nightmare creeping at the edges of his consciousness—but standing beside Leo made everything feel manageable. Together, they were a whirlwind of laughter and levity. “We really do festivals right,” Arjun agreed.

The one-armed hug took him by surprise, a rush of warmth spreading through him - and he blushed. Just a little. “That means a lot,” he replied softly, his heart thumping a little faster. "Sure, I'm a guy starved for physical contact but -- to actually get a hug without asking for it first -- hell, I should write it on my calendar."

Then came the mention of a chocolate festival, and Arjun felt a spark of excitement. “Chocolate Hill? That’s brilliant! I can see it now—an annual gathering of cocoa-loving misfits celebrating the dark and delicious!” His laugh mingled with Leo’s. “And don’t think I wouldn’t make you carry me! I’ve seen how strong you are! Plus, if I only had one leg - I'd be lighter."

But in the back of his mind, shadows lurked—whispers of doubt and remnants of the darkness he faced. He couldn’t let that creep in now. Not when he had Leo by his side, weaving light through the shadows like a beacon. “So, how about we start planning this festival?” he suggested, his voice rising an octave. “I think we might just have a winning idea here, my friend. But I want to be the first annual Chocolate Hill Chocolate Princess. I want the crown."

"I think they'll enjoy it," Leo told Arjun. "I mean, two best pumpkin friends haunting the forest together as they turn to mush. What better way to go out?" And then he began to laugh, shaking his head. "I really took that to a dark place, didn't I?" Again he marveled at the way Arjun could bring out this lighter side of him like no one else could. It was truly an accomplishment, and it spoke to just how great Arjun was. He was by far one of the best people Leo knew. "We've done one better than Frankenstein," Leo told Arjun, "because we haven't made a monster - we've made two. Imagine two Frankenstein's monsters wandering around scaring the shit out of people." He thought about their pumpkins, their monstrosities, and Leo added a bit somberly, "I sort of feel badly for them." And then he immediately laughed, taking a swig of his pumpkin ale, finishing the bottle. "I don't think I've had enough to drink tonight if I'm saying that kind of thing," Leo said. "Or maybe I've had exactly the right amount to drink."

A few minutes later, with a fresh pumpkin ale in his hand, Leo walked with Arjun through the festival. He took a sip of his ale, but then a thought occurred to him. What if Arjun needed him, and he was too drunk to be able to help him? That more than anything else in his life was a truly sobering thought, and Leo knew that wouldn't be acceptable to him. "You know, I don't really want this after all," Leo remarked, trying to sound casual about it. "Do you want it?" he asked Arjun. Smiling as he thought about their day at the festival, he nodded and agreed, "Yeah, we really did. We do festivals right, don't we?" Leo hadn't expected to have this much fun, but of course he had enjoyed it with Arjun by his side. From the moment they had met, there was something about the man that brought out something Leo had thought was dead and buried deep in his heart, some levity he hadn't been aware still existed inside of him, and Leo was so grateful to know that there was at least a tiny trace of the Leo he had thought was long gone in the depths of his soul. Looking over at Arjun, Leo was suddenly come over with an unfamiliar feeling, one of genuine affection, and he reached over, putting his arm around Arjun and pulling him in for a quick one-armed hug. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight," he told the man. "I think I really needed to remember that I could do this kind of thing." He could still be a person.

At the mention of this mythical-sounding chocolate festival, Leo laughed, "That sounds right up your alley. Maybe we should make it happen. We could be the creators of Cardinal Hill's first ever chocolate festival." Then Leo's eyes widened, and he said excitedly, "We could call it 'Chocolate Hill!' Did we just stumble upon a genius idea?" Only Arjun could bring out this goofy side of him. Once again laughing, Leo assured the other man, "You wouldn't have to worry about your leg falling off because I could just carry you." He smirked at Arjun, adding, "You know I could do it. Don't make me prove it to you."

[friend-shaped-but]

Chhoti si chiraiyya- part 3

'दे विदाई में तुझे क्या कीमती सामान

When he held Shrutkarma's body Arjun was no longer a person. He had to be supported by Bheem to even stay standing. The sorrow and shame almost crushed him and the Gandiv almost slipped from his hand. Pulling out one of the golden embellishments on the famed bow, Arjun put that piece of gold into the fire.

देजा निन्दियाँ रेन की

Draupadi had nightmares every night.

When she slept, the noise of war greeted her, and when she awoke, it was the deathly silence of the mourners.

When she was not able to sleep at night, she worked. Her eyes watered while reading under the dim light of the lamp, but she kept at it. Nakul shouldn't have to bear the workload alone AND look after Madra on the side.

While working, she dozed off, papers scattered around her head like a halo.

In her dream, a girl and a boy played in a meadow. They laughed as they chased each other, the laughter lapsing into giggles when she was finally able to catch him and tackle him to the ground. After a few minutes of wrestling, he got up and ran towards the flowerbeds. The gardener yelled at them, but what could he say to the prince and princess? The actual king may rule over the land but these two ruled over everyone's hearts. His yells faded into the background as the prince got her flowers and put them into her hair. Draupadi smiled, and ran her hands through the grass.

"Come on, I think they've finished building the swing! You wanted to see it, right?"

"Yeah, Ushna, let's go!"

She ran to the swing and sat down.

"But there's only one swing! What about you?" she asked.

"You know, Jitu and I used to do this, back when we were young," Shikhandi interrupted. "Dhrishtadyumna, stand behind her. That way, there's space for you both on the swing."

Dhrishtadyumna narrowed his eyes, but did as he said, and soon, they were up, up, high in the air, and they were soaring, and everything felt so, so good and happy.

Then the branch snapped and she was- she was falling, and

falling

falling

falling

Draupadi woke up with a start at the sound of the snap.

Her dream would be just that, a dream. Dhrishtadyumna and her would never get another chance at life, at being kids. They would never be able to play like that, with abandon and innocence and-

Later, when Bheem found her, tear stains dotted the expense reports. it seemed she had cried herself to sleep. He carried her to bed and tucked her in, not staying around for when she would inevitably be woken up because of yet another nightmare.

He wasn't strong enough.

सुबहों की ले मुस्कान

It took days, months, even, for Sahadev to tell Arjun the truth.

He hadn't broached the subject at first, avoided the subject when Arjun asked.

"You aren't asking for much, father. Just the truth. It keeps you up at night to not know." Uttaraa said to Arjun as he fidgeted with the edge of Parikshit's blanket. "It's not wrong to want to know,"

"He doesn't say anything when I try to ask him. Every time he dodges the question!" Arjun replied.

"It makes me upset to even think about it! You will be asking him to recount something ugly, and horrible, and- so, so gruesome! No wonder he doesn't want to talk!" she has

"Just now you were saying it wasn't wrong for me to want to know what happened!"

"Oh, it isn't! I am trying to say that this isn't black and white. Ask him, but if he doesn't tell you, accept his answer. That's all you can do,"

Arjun's smile slid off his face like water off a duck's back. When had Uttaraa grown so mature? Where had the girl who asked for the kuru warriors' clothes for her dolls gone? There seemed to be a chasm between them, and Uttaraa, who was so attached to him and would talk Brihannala's ear off, was suddenly so, so withdrawn and barely spent time near him.

He didn't know that every time she looked at him, Uttaraa saw not her father-in-law, but her father, his eye socket spurting blood, his face contorted in pain, and his slashed chest unable to be stitched up. She had love, and her mother and aunts and mothers-in-law fathers-in-law tried their best, and she was so, so grateful, but it felt like there was a gaping hole in her heart that felt like it would never be filled.

भरके अपनी चोंच में

Sahadev gripped the handle of his chair in a vice-like grip when telling Arjun what had happened.

Draupadi was silent, a hand on his knee as his face grew paler and paler as he told them.

Vindhya's head, rolling on the ground. Sutasoma's thighs. Shrutakarma's neck. Shrutasen's arms.

And-

And shatanik.

And when talking about the war, Nakul was usually nowhere to be found.

But that was all they had, now, stories. All they could do was keep talking, keep remembering. Sometimes, talking made them feel better, sometimes it left them unable to speak for

लेजा हमरे प्राण

Her twin had been suffocated with a pillow, she heard. Sometimes, she too, reached up for her neck and face and tried to fight off an invisible foe, only to realize that the pain was some sort of phantom pain, haunting her. There were days when she wished she hadn't forgiven the killer.

Manu and Uttam, pummeled to death.

Shalaka vahini, perhaps the only one who went out in a blaze of glory that night, protecting her husband until her last breath.

And her eldest brother? Tortured and left for dead, but she didn't know who had it better.

छोटी सी चिरैया छोटी सी चिरैया'

There were no two people whose thought processes were alike, that was true enough.

But on that final journey, five people did share one thought.

And their last thought on that mountain, as they fell, was this:

Finally.

[stars-of-kyber]

Is there a story behind the cookie and monkey nicknames for Kate and Edwina? I would love to hear it.

Hello!

For Cookie is not much of a story as a... preference.

Kate has a huge sweet tooth and it was not unusual for her to try to swindle Mary into getting her cookies or cake or anything involving sugar at any given time of the day. Then one day, Mary and Kate were having a chat and Kate said something really cute (Mary can't really remember what exactly).

"You're the sweetest thing in the world," Mary told the little girl as she pulled her up to sit on her lap, who huffed as if her father's girlfriend was being silly.

"Cookies are the sweetest thing in the world." She replied as if it had been so obvious it was silly that the adult woman didn't know it.

"You're a cookie then, I suppose."

And the nickname stuck.

As for Monkey, Edwina had never been the most active of children, see? Especially once she learned how to read. She'd never really liked running and sports were not particularly her thing. She liked swimming well enough and she sometimes could be convinced by Kate, who has always loved outdoor activities, to go on an adventure or another.

There was only one outdoorsy, physical activity Edwina had always liked since she was a toddler, which was climbing. She'd climb her over her parents, on the curtains, on counters, and when the weather allowed it on trees. It was not unusual to find her sitting on a thick branch at the top of a tree with her nose stuck in a book, growing up.

The nickname actually started one day when they found a three-year-old Edwina on one of the high cupboards in the kitchen, only God knows how, going through a jar of blueberry jam with her chubby little finger, her hand and face sticky from the treat and Arjun had jokingly commented something like

"Maybe they switched our baby and a little monkey on the maternity ward." when he reached out to fish Edwina from the cupboard, despite her annoyed protests. To which Kate had quickly replied with

"No, they didn't. I remember when she was born and there were no monkeys in the hospital. It was a people's hospital."

Arjun had laughed loudly, squeezing his eldest daughter along with the littlest one in his arms. "Maybe there's some part of chimp blood in our DNA then, because this one is clearly a little monkey."

Kate stopped to consider it before shrugging, accepting her father's words. "Maybe. But it must be on Mama's side."

"Why is that, Cookie?" Mary asked her curiously, watching the oldest girl blush.

"Well, I'm not very good at climbing at all!"

"That explains it! How have I never thought about this before?!" Arjun cried out dramatically as if he had been a fool not to notice something so obvious, Edwina copying his exaggerated movements as Mary stared at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm sure it comes from Mama. You should ask her about when she used to climb up and down her bedroom window, Beti! It was on the second floor!"

Then he left Mary to explain to Kate why and how she used to climb up to her room and went to clean up Edwina, who was known as little Monkey from this point forward.

[veilxstars]

As Arjun walked into the vet’s waiting room, leaning on his cane - without Fiver at his side - he was surprised to see Beau sitting there with Curly, whose big head rested sadly on his owner's knee. A warm smile spread across his face despite the somber atmosphere. “Well, this is a surprise.” he exclaimed, approaching them. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.” As if there was a town meeting calendar that listed where each person was going to be at a given hour. The town was small - it wasn't that small.

He crouched down beside the dog, instinctively reaching out to scratch Curly behind the ears. The pup lifted his head, his big, soulful eyes reflecting both love and a touch of guilt. “What did you get yourself into this time, buddy?” Arjun asked, his voice playful yet gentle. “You’re not supposed to eat bees. They sting - not spicy, there's a difference.”

Arjun could sense the tension in the air, but he wanted to lighten the mood. “You know, if Curly keeps this up, I might have to have a serious chat with him about his life choices. Maybe I should send him to a puppy support group for bee-related incidents.” He chuckled softly, hoping to bring a smile to Beau's face. As he looked back at Curly, he couldn’t help but grin. “Don’t worry, Bud. I’ve got a whole list of treats that are bee-free just waiting for you. Once you’re back on your paws, we’re going to celebrate.” He glanced back at Beau, his playful tone returning. “I’ll make sure they’re tasty enough so you know that bees are friends, not food - but not so good that you think you're going to get them every time you go to the vet. Your dad loves you, but his pockets can't be that deep enough.”

with: arjun deshmukh ( @veilxstars ) where: cardinal hill veterinary clinic

it was bound to happen eventually when you mixed bees and dogs. beau just hoped it could've been lucky and avoided it - avoided this trip to the vet, avoided the bill of the vet telling him what he already knew. still... if there was a medicine that could help poor curly, he would just have to sigh and hand over his wallet.

he sat in the office with his softly crying dog. he stroked curly's ear, the one further away from the young dog's swelling face. the pup was fully grown but mentally still a puppy, but beau still thought he would've learned not to eat a bee. "you silly beast." beau cooed softly. curly, big head resting on beau's knee, whined and snuggled closer.

"i know, boy, i know... big, silly baby."

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt.2

Pt. 1.

Karna

INTERNET REVOLUTIONIST

He developed an app that teaches martial arts and other fighting styles basics to those who can't afford the classes.

History nerd who regularly posts ramble about the different types of discrimination that happened in different cultures from 5000BC India to 17th century slave trade.

Cameos regularly on Duryodhan's gym videos as his "gym bro" (ahem ahem and they were gym bros) (oh my god they were gym bros)

Duryodhan

Fitness influencer but it's actually just him trying to beat Bheem's records.

"that's funny, brother. I recently just posted a video of me picking up 100kgs with one hand and now you're doing that too." "Yeah it must, we must have got the same idea. Did Arjun give you your idea? Because I got mine from Karna." "*Squints eyes*"

Gets dragged into Dushashan's podcast very often.

After a specifically homie erotic video with karna, fans started commenting non stop "so we all know he's bi, right?" So he made a video in reply saying "nooo haha I have a girlfriend bhanumati haha karna is totally my friend" and then they comment "we didn't say anything about Karna." He never addressed those comments after that.

Dushashan

PODCAST GUY. MYSOGYNISTIC "ALPHA MALE" PODCAST GUY.

His role model is Andrew Tate.

Will always ask Duryodhan to come to his podcast as a guest, doesn't take no for an answer.

Dushashan: so like. Women. Like they are so obviously made— like their bodies have evolved to nurture children and take care of the home. They should stay at home and keep it nice and clean for their alpha male, who is their provider and protector.

Duryodhan, closeted bisexual and thinking of Karna's thighs: Woof— I mean true.

Vikarna

Sweetie pie. Absolute babygirl.

When he revealed that he was also a kaurav brother, he was mass reported over five different platforms for spreading misinformation until he proved that it's actually true.

He's just obedient and does what his two elder brothers say and people think he's just like them because of it

Editor for Dushala's videos.

He's the fan favourite Kaurav.

Dushala

Vlogger. Huge YouTube personality. Storytimes.

Channel is basically "my life as a younger sister of a 101 brothers"

Her vlog series of "Keeping Up With The Kauravas" is famous all over the country.

Posts random snippets of her brother's lives.

Once posted a short of Dushasan picking his nose that went viral and got a whole episode of "The Harsh Truth About Having Women In Your Family" on his podcast.

Ashwatthama

Cunt.

You could say the nicest thing to him and he'd still take it the wrong way.

Thinks he's gonna be a politician. (He isn't. He never will. Everyone hates him.)

Occasional gym video with Duryodhana.

His fans know. The way he looks at Dury, the fans know.

Keeps getting his account hacked but all the people do is rid the world of his treacherous content.

Note:- in my AU, the Kauravas aren't siblings from the same mother but very close knit cousins from a huge joint family.

[nushkiespeaks]

Who do you think Arjun loved more? Draupadi or Subhadra?

I think this one paragraph from BORI CE is enough to answer all doubts:

Bibhatsu, the scorcher of enemies, was thus by his maternal uncle. He was cheerless and distressed in his mind and replied to Vasudeva, “O maternal uncle! O lord! Without the foremost among the Vrishnis and the Madhus, I am incapable of looking at the earth for a long period of time. The king, 38 Bhimasena, Pandava Sahadeva, Nakula and Yajnaseni as the sixth, hold the same kind of view. It is certain that the time has also come for the king to depart.

{ Mausala Parva, BORI CE } You can lowkey compare it with a phrase from Valmiki Ramayan where Raam says how he doesn't want heaven without Sita. Baaki to aap log ho hi samajhdaar :)

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For: Dani | @bitethvhand Location: Dani's home Character: Arjun

Arjun pulled up in his old car, the engine sputtering slightly as it came to a stop outside Dani’s house. He paused for a moment, the cold air nipping at his skin as he took a deep breath. Fiver, at nine years old, was still a reliable presence by his side, but Arjun could see the signs of age in the dog’s slowing gait. With a quiet sigh, he opened the car door and gently helped Fiver out, making sure the retired service dog’s joints weren’t straining too much.

Hazel, the young black shepherd, was eager and alert beside him, standing tall with the poise of a dog ready for her first real outing. She was only two, but Arjun had worked with her extensively, and today, he would take her into a public space for the first time in a service capacity. He had a good feeling about this; Hazel was sharp and disciplined, but it was a change. Fiver’s time as a service dog had come to an end, but Hazel’s turn was just beginning, and it was a bittersweet moment for Arjun.

After gathering the pizza box, garlic knots, and drinks—soda and water—he knocked on Dani’s door. He was eager to share the evening with her, to see how Hazel would handle the new responsibility, and to just relax with movies. He had rented four, The Night of the Living Dead (1968), Rebel without a Cause (1955), Charade (1963) and Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954).

He glanced down at the dogs, giving Fiver an affectionate pat. "Let’s see how she does tonight, old friend," he murmured. "Your job is to hang out with Dani and just be a dog. Hazel is working tonight." Then, with a final look at the door, he knocked again, his excitement building despite the lingering bittersweetness of change.

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"And yet, you just called her a child so make your mind up. Is she a child or a being who should know better?" he asked. It had become clear to him that it didn't matter how pious or abiding Ursa had been in the past few years, he was just a demon to them so none of this conversation mattered, Elio's opinion wouldn't change. "You know, Elio. The reason why I don't enjoy these conversations is that you come in and hurl accusations at me and expect me to tolerate it," he said, standing from the table now.

He had been trying to hold onto his good mood but it was rapidly declining because of the deity. "I always dissuade her from doing worse. But admittedly, this time was my fault and not hers. I gave her the ideas for each mistletoe and I helped place them." He didn't even have to lie to protect her, it was simply the truth. "They were harmless spells. I saw a mother and son walk beneath a kissing mistletoe and the mother simply kissed his cheek. I didn't take away free will, I didn't force anyone to do something they wouldn't already willingly do. All they had to do was walk away. It was a simple persuassion so if they screwed up their own night, that's because they have no self control."

Elio wasn’t surprised at all by the other’s lack of care, it he was by the excuse. “My relationship with Elena is hardly like yours with Astrid. Comparing the two, Elena arguably is still a child in the eyes of many. Astrid has existed long enough that I wish I could say otherwise for, but her actions show a complete lack of maturity nor care for the consequences.” Elio felt there was no need to directly say yes but rather it was implied when he continued, “Her antics were ill placed and she’s upset more than enough individuals.”

Elio’s eyes narrowed, reading the other’s emotions as he added, “Do you enjoy her making enemies? …Need I point out she isn’t always glued to your side for your protection.”