#kfos

[aliazen]

"Mentor"

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

kamal's route on kfos is so... unbearably creepy and disgustingly predatory like how can you look at a cHILD you've watched grow up and think 'yea im in love' like that's nOT how it works plus he also reminds me of all those creepy uncles so catn romance him like ever🎀

[babyblueromance]

This is her reaction when you go down Kamal path but I wonder if she still laughing and joking when you go down “Uncle Doran” path 😂😂

[crowaga-cutie]

🙄I know this is an old thing BUT I just discovered a fan version of older Ian (author unknown) which makes me more disappointed with the in-game version😑

We were robbed!😒

(if anyone knows the creator of the fan version, please write in the comments😊🙏)

[zealouscanonindeer]

You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.

Book : Kali flame of samsara

Pairing: Ram Doobay x Devi Sharma

Warning: none

Rating: Teen

Flowers embroidered the high walls of the Doobay estate, clinging and spiralling down the pillars, gently swaying with the silent breeze as they hung in patterns from the arches. Delicious aromas invaded the senses the moment you walked though the stately double doors of the main entrance. The whole place was alive and buzzing with activity. the reason for this? Raj Doobay's upcoming wedding to Amrita Rai.

Yes, while the occasion wasn't the most joyous for certain parties all in all there were no real consequences,save the personal ones of this particular arrangement.

As the carriage halted,Devi hauled herself out , her body aching from the travel but she wouldn't miss it for the world. Amrita had, at one point been her closest, dearest friend, and although such was not the case anymore, she still cared about her and often times felt sorrow at her situation.

In that , it seemed Amrita had grown up faster than Devi. while devi still lingered onto notions of love and marriage coexisting , Amrita had long ago compartmentalised them, realising that what she wanted came at the price , a price she was willing to pay.

While their recent encounter had thrown both women off balance , it seemed devi had been once again reminded of the harsh reality. And now, this set up served to rub salt to a wound that in her estimation would never heal. She gathered her deep blue saree, pushing away the threatening emotions as she crossed the threshold. She was instantly hit by the social atmosphere. She was still taking it all in when a small body collided against her. She looked down to see Aditya Thakur staring up at her.

In recent times, he had accompanied Erit all the more often and back when Kairas was still managing the affairs of the sharma family, all the younger heirs would spend time together with nothing particular to do during the meetings.

"Where have you been? I don't see you at meetings anymore?" He questioned.

How could she explain this to him? She herself couldn't comprehend her own reality, much less put it across to a eight year old.

She rolled her eyes, putting on a silly expression and tickled the boy while saying " Uh.. Boring stuff keeps me away from all the fun you're having. "

The boy giggled, pulling her hand to lead her to a game of cards he was currently playing. As they neared the seating area, she saw his entertainer was none other than the younger Doobay.

Ram locked eyes with her, neither one ready to look away and end the moment. His attention was pulled away as Aditya made himself comfortable on Ram's lap.

"I'm on Ram's team this time. Devi, he always wins. " He informed her.

"Oh really? Let me see how he wins this time around. "

"Please take a seat Miss Sharma, let me serve you your defeat. " He teased as he began handing out the cards.

Both stared intently at their draw, eyeing each other, hoping the other would give something away. As the game progressed, Devi began realising she was on the losing side, not one to back away she came up with a better way to win.

She looked at Ram, fluttering her eyelashes before mouthing something to him. He arched his brow, smirking. Discarding his Trump cards in the next few rounds, he let assured victory pass him by.

"Looks like Miss Sharma has been paying more attention to cards than her business affairs. What exactly does Kamal mentor you for? "

"Behave yourself or people might back away from their promises."

"Not when they want it more than me. "

Devi glared at him with his self assured smirk as he consoled the Thakur heir who was dismayed at Ram's loss.

"You know, how about some other game? I heard saraswati is really bad at chaturanga. You'll most definitely win. " Devi suggested.

As the young boy scurried off to find her, both welcomed each other's company. Ram slowly got up, holding out his hand for her which she readily accepted as he led her away. Once they reached a secluded spot, he turned to face her.

"Tell me. "

"What? "

He only gazed at her knowingly before her carefully constructed walls broke away and she shuddered from the emotions.

"It's only that this whole wedding has been making me feel like this" She trailed off not knowing how to explain it to him, that she was wavering from what they both already knew. It was becoming increasingly hard to accept reality. " Unsteady. " She finished.

Ram nodded. "It's making you question things.... About us. "

"Yes and no. If anything it makes me want this more but suddenly hope grows in my heart.. I.. I'm scared. Ram, I can't help but wonder how this is going to end. "

"Badly."

"Don't say that. " She knew him to speak the truth but for just this once she wished he would lie to her, tell her it was possible that they could exist beyond the shadows. But Ram Doobay would never be one to do that, she recognized that.

He walked over to her as she sat in the window, kneeling down and resting both his hands on her knees.

"Devi, I will do everything in my power to make sure this does not end..."

Her heart hammered so rapidly against her chest. Had he just confessed to her the possibility of a future, did he wish for what she ached too?

She got up suddenly, pulling him up with her. Her insecurities and the anxiety in her heart subdued. While she still couldn't fathom either of them belonging to someone else, for now it seemed enough.

She cleared her throat, wrapping her arms around his neck before adding in sotto voce.

"Enough of all that now. I believe I made a promise I must keep. "

"Oh you must. "

Their lips met, his warm arms enveloping her as she pushed into him, wanting to be closer than ever. She continued her affections as her lips attached to his neck, moving up towards the angle of his jaw. He gave her an appreciative groan as she smirked in pride at eliciting these sounds from him.

Finally breaking away, they gathered themselves and made their respective timely exits to make sure no one noticed their absence.

From her balcony, Amrita Rai stared in disbelief at her childhood friend and the man keeping her company. She realised now why Devi seemed so in anguish to hold marriage apart from love. She had after all been done the kindness of receiving requited love. After months of stoicism, Amrita, in her solitude, felt tears roll down her cheeks.

She laughed in mirth at the goddess's will. Devi and her both ached desperately for what the other had but somehow,even in their pitiful state, they both had received exactly what they needed.

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I want to start a taglist so if anyone is interested pls let me know☺

[liittleemiixeer]

i need to be in a polycule with these two... yall don't know how fun and passionate a poly relationship with them would be 😋

[kapyushonchan]

My (not so) short review that nobody needs hear for this update - KFOS and SOCN

*sighs* Boy, where do I start?

TLDR: KFOS and SOCN turned out disappointing. This is my personal impression, reasons below, warning - lots of letters.

KFOS - first, my minor pet peeve - I don't like that they stopped giving cutscenes with the favorites except Christian. Ram, Kamal and Sara have much fewer of them with Devi compared to him. I also noticed that the cutscenes have lost quality? Just close-ups? I've had the impression before that stories that drop in the rankings get less resources.

Second - I think Stasya doesn't "feel" the story yet, because the only emotions I experienced while reading were my disgust and tension during the dinner scene.

Well also Doran turned out well, his not-so-passive agression with wishing a long life to the queen (especially in the context that he can't express his displeasure with Englishmen directly and he can't kill them all, so he turns to caustic sarcasm) is just slay king energy.

Third - and here starts my rant - a lot of interactions feel artificial and underwhelming. Devi's confrontation with Clara in the street seemed just like that - artificial and not really well thought out. The concept of the scene itself is good - Devi sees how Indian servants are bullied in Britain and lashes out. But the tone, the consequences that author chose to portray is just.... Devi just pulls Guy Richi and shuts the racist arrogant lady up. Yayslay, but… was it me or it was underwhelming?

RANT

Come to think about it, you didn't have to go to Britain to see that behavior (or all those Indian movies I watched and a few books I read kind of misled me). AFAIK this attitude was common in occupied India, as some of the British upper and not so upper class moved there to occupy and make easy money there. They built districts to their taste and style - all those clubs and establishments where Indian servants worked and where Indians were not allowed to enter. The police, too, were subject to the British. This apartheid and humiliation could be seen in India at every step, but Devi notices it only in England? And, bear with me, but I really think she couldn't just go to a high society lady and berate her for the way she treats her servants without some consequences to her and to Christian reputation. Devi has not changed Clara's mind with this argument, and she certainly will not change the mind of the whole of English society, which stands on the opinion of the exclusivity and superiority of the British Empire over all nations that have not risen to the level of their greatness. That's how empires work. Devi's act was from the good heart, but impulsive, and she would be spoken of not with respect but with contempt, saying that Christian had chosen “a rude savage” as his bride. Because Devi is not at home. She is in the land of her enemies. Because the whole thing was truly none of her business and it's not her servant, and also doing that she could have made things much worse for the servant-girl and for Christian's reputation (breach of etiquette! that Devi likes to bring up when someone's rude to her). And in this situation it doesn’t matter how angry Devi and we as readers would have felt, because we are in a different world and we’re not making the rules there. We should be uncomfortable with this scene, we should feel anger and frustration in this scene.My point is that the scene would have been more realistic if at its outcome Devi was faced with indifference, condescension and judgment, as if Devi had done something wrong (she hadn't, she just ended up in a world where such attitudes were the norm). Devi should have felt like she was in the Looking Glass, she should have been thrown off balance by the situation. Girl power slay in the style of "I'm Basu and who are you?" doesn’t work here. Or rather it doesn't give you a nuanced outcome of the situation. Even if Devi had come out of the verbal confrontation victorious in her own eyes, society would have gaslighted her. And because of that sence of powerlessness, her anger would have gotten even greater, and she would have actually cursed Clara with the help of the Dark Mother. And Devi would realize that she can't behave in England the way she did at home. It must be infuriating, annoying, but it's something she and we as players have to put up with. It resonates with us, we have to feel these emotions. I would read, of course, how the heroine deals with injustice, but if we have a story about colonialism and the Dozen trying to throw off that yoke, why aren't we shown such scenes in all their colors? Because mere words and knowledge of the etiquette are not enough. I also think Devi's connection to the Dark Mother's anger could have played out as a sort of Death Note, where Devi curses someone and then misfortunes happen to those cursed people.

I think the artificial tone of the story is my main problem with season two in general. Devi finds herself in a foreign hostile country, but now she's acting like Amala in India and by simple demands she shuts up the lords and ladies left and right just by demanding respect and they just listen to her and shut up. And it looks like a safe route, like there are no stakes there. And with change of the “location” we have to feel discomfort - but not with food, weather and new clothes, but with a feeling like we’re walking on eggshells. Devi, in a conversation with lord What's His Face, intimidates him with Christian, and he stops harassing her. But then the same lord makes a shapito show of provocation at dinner, showing that he doesn't give a damn about Christian's opinion and doesn't give a damn about him in general. I'm not saying there shouldn't be provocation, it shouldn't have been so brazen and direct in words. After all, English high society can masterfully insult in a veiled manner, and the author's skill in writing such dialogues was clearly lacking here. Imho (just my imho) storywise here, in England, Devi should realize how lucky she is to be a member of high Bengali society where she is respected, valued and listened to, when in England she should feel that she is looked down upon, trapped and treated worse, like a second-class person, no matter what her background is. Here, if you are on a route with Christian, there should be a test of his and Devi's feelings in the context of the contempt of the entire upper class society for the "second class people" as they see Indian people to be. Christian has to experience that he has become a pariah in some way by choosing to marry a Devi.

I may have a misconception of how things worked back then, but my thoughts are that it's like all the tension is gone from the story. And there should be - it's a story essentially about two factions who hate each other, who don't want to make contact and settle because it's a story built on a colonial takeover. It's toned down here, yes, it's not historically accurate and all, BUT: if this base of historical events gives you an opportunity to use a great source of conflict, disagreement, and drama - you use it (that's why the provocation with beef at the dinner resonated with me -  I was fuming!). And alas, I'm feeling less and less of all that. Especially after the first season that SLAYED.

Also, Devi's offer to Doran to team up with Christian, to use him, would have looked different and even more tense if those political and social nuances worked, and their interaction wasn't just some game of "who knows more". What kind of games are these anyway, they're on the same side, behind enemy lines. Devi could have shared her frustration with her experience in England with Doran and then open some cards to him and admit that they need Christian's resources to determine who's sowing turmoil in the Dozen. There could have been some great GOT-style dialogue here, not just the "The Executioner despises the Englishmen and therefore won't even consider it, he needs to be persuaded", but "The Executioner has been through enough in his life to know that if there's a chance, you have to take it, politics is always played dirty". Doran is described as intelligent after all, not just angry walking muscles.

Well, that's just my thoughts and impressions, you're free to disagree with me here. I'm probably asking too much from a visual novel, I never read them with a magnifying glass to look for nitpicks, but…. But I really liked KFOS S1 ._. And I'm sad for the untapped potential.

SOCN - I was disappointed too. I think Remy's original idea to write that Agnia and Amen attack Livius and Eva but were saved by Seth worked better.

Now, it's friendship and magic, no conflict and drama. The two sides of the conflict resolve everything man-to-man, blow off steam and agree on everything.

And I have the feeling that all the seriousness of the situation has gone somewhere and everything has descended into some kind of farce.

Okay, Amen using Livius and Eva to achive his goals still works fine. But Seth, who fights Amen for fun and then agrees to cooperate with him - no. Just no. It's seems OOC. It doesn't work. Even if he's weakened like a God. Even if he needs Hemseth so much. Seth is a god, he has pride and principles, and there's no way I believe he'd choose to work with someone who kills his followers and weakens him. Neither will Amen agree to work with Seth who he thinks is some kind of Supreme shezmu. He hates the Supreme. He wouldn't go for an alliance either.

Has the writes watched too much of House of the Dragon? WHERE ARE MY CONFLICTS I'M ASKING YOU I'M GOING TO START A SCANDAL

I thought that Remy's decision that Amen and Seth couldn't be friendsto MC like the other favorites had to do with this intransigence, but no, some other reason.

What's the point of not being friends with the favorites if everyone's drinking beer and making truces with each other???

[romanceclub-polls]

Sara is leading the Basu poll 👑 next is

Who is your favorite Doobay?

* Raj

* Ram

* Devdas

* Vimal

* Amrit

* Rishi

[samissobsessed]

This was so cute😭😭😭.

[aliazen]

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

"im tired of eurocentric features in poc characters like why does saraswati have blue eyes this is a hate crime"

[babyblueromance]

My goddess I’m obsessed with you right now. Female rage looks so good on you 🥵

[crowaga-cutie]

My top 12 favorite illustrations

It was supposed to be 10 but I couldn't narrow the list down any further 👉👈

(no intimate illustrations 😏)

The order doesn't matter, although I'm currently obsessed with Adil ilu 😚🐪

PS: Hotch's illustrations shouldn't be here, there are many other illustrations that were nicer, but damn, I waited so long for his illustrations that I had to include it (although I wasn't satisfied with the ending 😒)

[zealouscanonindeer]

Midnight tryst

Book : Kali flame of samsara

Pairing: Ram Doobay x Devi Sharma

Warning: none

Rating : Teen

Authors note : In my hc, Ram and devi start meeting in secret two years before the whole Lord's wife shebang.

Also, writing after a whole 6 months so forgive the rustiness but I couldn't resist writing for these lovelies. I just recently downloaded rc and this was the second book I started. Hope you like this!

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I let out a slow breath, loathed to make a single sound at the expense of my rendezvous. Looking out through the corridor door, I gathered my sari running across to slip out of the estate. I began making my way towards Kalighat.

Since the durga puja ceremonies were to start the next day, everyone was camped out at a nearby estate belonging to the Basu's. Ever since the attack in the himalayas, a similar gathering of all members of the dozen evoked fear of history repeating itself. This meant increased security, which meant it was a mammoth task to slip out every night. But the reward was far greater than the risk.

Slowing down as I neared the garden, I looked around, my eyes searching for a familiar silhouette in the moonlight. my eyebrows drew together as I concentrated, I daren't reveal myself just yet, when a sudden weight came to rest on my shoulder.

I screamed involuntarily and my heart clenched in fear of having woken someone but the sound was muffled by a palm firmly pressed against my mouth. I turned around in horror only to stare at a smirking Doobay. I whisper screamed at him.

"Ram! you..you rakshasa! what was that! somebody could have heard me! don't you..woah!" my words died mid sentence as he pulled me against him, his hands wrapping around me tightly as I forgot his misgivings momentarily.

" Don't berate me. I simply forgot." he pulled away so I could see him point to his grey coloured eye. Of course, he didn't know what is felt like to be caught by surprise. I rolled my eyes, gently pushing him away and walking towards the enormous tree in the center.

Turning around I plopped myself onto the slightly damp grass as he followed. He wore a simple white kurta and matching dhoti, lined by a stripe of gold embroidery. His hair fell in thick dark locks and he was devoid of any jewellery expect the doobay family ring.

I smiled and patted the space next to me as he settled in, pulling my hand into this slender long fingers and squeezing it slightly. I sighed, scooching closer to rest my head against his shoulder as the scent of him enveloped me.

He ran a hand over my head, gently stroking my hair as he pulled the locks back away from my face, over my shoulders. Leaning down he kissed me slowly, taking his time as his tongue entered my mouth. We eventually broke apart, relenting to the need for air.

Lowering us onto the grass, I propped myself onto my elbow as he lay flat on his back. He closed his eyes, running a hand down my back, coming to rest against the bare skin of my lower back. His touch felt warm, soothing and intense.

Feeling his gaze on me, I looked back at him as he voiced.

"So, how did things go? "

"The journey was a success albeit way too long for my liking but we were able to clear up everything at the mines there and start business anew. It does look promising. " I said as I came to rest on his chest, his hand wrapping involuntarily around my shoulder.

"I never had any doubt. " He replied kissing my head.

"But I did miss you. " I confessed.

"I know. "

We lay there in companionable silence, the wind rustling the branches and the flowers settling on the ground as they broke away from their supports. Moving his hand gently from underneath me, he got up pushing himself into a seated position and busying himself with something I couldn't see.

I closed my eyes, feeling content when I felt his fingers wrap around my ankle, bringing my sole to his lips he gently kissed it, once twice moving on to the inside of my leg, first my ankle then upwards finally reaching the inside of my knee. I let out a subdued moan, small whimpers escaping unknowingly at his touches.

To my disappointment, he stopped and I sat up on my elbows to find out why.

"What happened? "

"You're a little too loud for your own good. " He chided me. I flushed crimson at his comment, shrugging of my embarassment I reached out to him, pulling him on top.

"It's time for you to go back. " He whispered against my skin

“Not yet. " I retaliated, almost pleading him not to send me away. He chuckled lightly pulling us both into a sitting position, his hands grabbed a few flowers and then, he wrapped a handmade anklet gently around my left ankle.

I stared at him and he did not shy away,nor did I expect him to. It was not his nature to hide away his feelings or want,it seemed that shameless acceptance was the bedrock of the Doobay charisma. He waited patiently as I finally but sadly stirred, standing up and pulling him into a hug. His lips attached to mine once more, parting to allow each other entrance. The sweet hot kiss ended all too soon.

“ You're sure you want me to leave"

"Not at all."

I departed in thought ,wishing that this could become more. But as it always is, good things must come to an end.. I stared at the flowers gently sitting on my skin. I could only hope that it was because better things would fall into place.

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Correct me if I'm wrong but I read somewhere that wearing an anklet on your left leg indicates you are in a committed relationship.

[annapostsstuff]

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]