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shantaelover · 2 months ago

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Hey! Cute blog you’ve got. Quite nice!

Could I request Rottytops x Male Reader where reader is trying to brave on Spiderweb Island even though he’s visibly quite scared, and Rottytops is so charmed by it that she pretends to be impressed by it?

Thank you ok bye bye

Hey! So sorry it took me a while to get to this but I hope you like it!

"I'm not scared you are-"

That was the fifth time you had said that. You were desperately attempting to keep up this facade that you were some brave knight who feared not even death itself. Buut the truth of things were you scared out of your mind. This place had everything to make you scream like a little child.

Skeletons? Check. Ghosts? Yep. SPIDERS??? God this place was the worst-

"BOO!"

"GET BACK FOUL-" You paused, realizing who it was. None other than the zombie accompanying you through this forsaken island. Rottytops.

She was giving you a damn smug grin as she realized how easy it was to startle you. It wasn't out of malice, no, she just liked messing with you whenever possible. Whether it be tapping your shoulder or plucking off one of her limbs and re-attaching it like nothing happened.

Outside of that, she was fine enough company. Though you don't like the weird looks she gives you from time to time.

As for why you were with her, she asked you to walk her home. For what reason she refused to explain. And you being the good-hearted person you were accepted.

"This place really isn't that scary. Me and my brothers come up and down this place dozens of times." Rottytops comments during the walk.

You scoff a bit. "Y-yeah I know. The whole 'this place not being scary' part. This is a cake-walk." A clear cut lie given your expression and how your eyes dart all over the place. She knew full well you WERE scared and just trying to put up a strong front. Which amused her but in an oddly attracted way.

She liked seeing how you'd jump whenever a spider dropped from a tree, or when a skeleton rose from the ground and then shrugging it off like it didn't bother you. (Although it clearly did)

"Just how long are we? My legs are kind of killing me.." You whine, taking a moment to stretch. Which proved to be a mistake as a skeleton leaped onto your back. Resulting in a momentary panic before you hurled it off of you and crushed the skull with your foot. "S-see?! Not s-scary in t-the slightest!"

Rotty clasped her mouth with her hands, eyes widened in 'surprise'. "W-woah (Name).. you're so brave." She comments, keeping her poker face to not give a way the act.

"Really-? I mean, yeah yeah don't mention it." You say while brushing off your shoulders and doing a small pose. "Aaand so cooool!" The zombie girl continued complimenting you, much to your confused appreciation.

"Heck yeah! You rocked that thing!"

"You took that like a champ!"

"How do you do that?! You're amazing!"

"Hey did I mention you're cool?"

The praise kept coming and coming. You got scared? Praise. You took the monster bugging the two of you out? Praise. So on and so forth. Some of them were also a bit.. suggestive which made your face heat up.

After a long and treachorus walk, you and Rotty arrived at her home where her brothers awaited her. She suddenly gave you a light kiss on the cheek. Her lips surprisingly soft for a zombie. "Thanks for being my knight." She mused with a sultry voice, adding a wink to further fluster you.

"Y-yeah.. not a problem." You stammer, attempting to fan yourself with your hand to reduce the blush coating your cheeks. "Soo I suppose-"

"Why don't you hang around a bit longer?"

Her suggestion threw you for a loop. "I d-don't know. What if-"

"Oh? Is the mighty and brave (Name) who walked me through one of the most dangerous spots in Spiderweb Island scared of a small home?" She teased with a giggle. "Or maybe my brothers? Could it be little ol me? I don't bite! ..Unless asked to."

If there was one thing you couldn't deny about Rotty, it's her way with words. She was a smooth talker. Knew what to say and how to say it to get the reaction she wants. "Don't worry big guy. If I wanted to eat your brains, I would've done so long ago." She says with another wink.

You let out a soft sigh. Spending a few more moments with Rotty wouldn't be bad. Plus maybe her siblings were cool. Yeah.. why not. "Sure. I have some time."

"Sweet! C'mon in handsome." Taking your hand into her's, the zombie drags you into the home she and her brothers resided.

Afterwards? Well.. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Was gonna make this longer but I'm tired asf rn. Hope this is good enough though!

#male reader #shantae #rottytops #x reader #spiderweb island #pirate's curse #wholesome #implied romance

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r-adio · 1 year ago

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knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

– BASICS.

♡ NAME: jack/jackson

♡ PRONOUNS: he/him

♡ SEXUALITY: lesbian

♡ TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken by @l-ucitiel

– THREE FACTS.

♡ i've been to tokyo before, i went there to study intensive japanese over the summer & it was probably the experience of my life honeslty. ♡ i really love the teenage mutant ninja turtles & i've made my girlfriend sit through so many episodes of that show, ♡ i have a fear of dogs, big dogs. my grandmother's bordercollie is helping me heal from my childhood trauma because i was attacked by rotties in my backyard when i was only about six years old ( they stormed my yard but thankfully my father was present ). they also bring service dogs into my therapy sessions to help me with this fear.

– EXPERIENCE.

♡ HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): probably somewhere around ten years now, i'm ancient

♡ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: facebook, skype, anirp, tumblr, discord, twitter

♡ BEST EXPERIENCE: i'm a big fan of the tumblr rpc if i'm honest. i had lots of good experiences here. so far, i'd say that this is my best experience in a fandom situation however, since i've never been in such a large scale fandom before this one.

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

♡ FEMALE OR MALE: males, it's called gender envy.

♡ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i prefer fluff, but i will take anything that i can get if i'm honest with you. everything interests me.

♡ PLOTS OR MEMES: i love a good one liner starter, or some memes to get roleplay going. i think that winging it tends to be the easiest for me, because i'm the guy who never has any ideas.

♡ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i prefer medium length replies, i can do a mean long reply if i'm really feeling it but sometimes they just leave me feeling exhausted so it really depends on the vibes.

♡ BEST TIME TO WRITE: right when i get home from work usually?

♡ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): in a few ways, i would say that i am yes. we are both horrors in our own respects. i think you probably have to be a little bit like your muse to be able to write them.

tagged by @jizzlords tagging @l-ucitiel , @deversolium , @knlfed , @k1zty , @helltel , @ladiesofhell , @ducktastic-dad , @angeliclunette , @five-eyed-peacock , @laznivec , @prnkill , @pompedia

#𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 / out of character.#long post cw

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circusgoth-dotcom · 2 years ago

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Every Artist Needs A Fan Club

Ship: Pavi Largo x Aniol West

Word Count: 1026

Summary: Aniol visits his darling Pavi and the two shoot the shit. I also wanted to showcase that Rotti likes Aniol more than his own children. 👀 CWs for canon typical suggestiveness and references to/discussions about surgery, food mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Aniol lounged in the lobby of a large, mostly empty apartment building, editing his latest film on his laptop. In the very topmost penthouse lived the Largos, a rich, eccentric, and exhausting family, headed by Rotti Largo, the man who started and owned GeneCo. Aniol had an off-and-on relationship with his middle child, Pavi, known mostly for his feverish swapping of faces on a near-weekly basis. He was waiting to be buzzed in, unsure of if Pavi was even around but seeking his companionship nonetheless. Finally, the elevator doors opened and Aniol saved their work, closing their laptop and placing it in their bag before stepping inside the dark metal box.

With each floor passed, a ding could be heard overhead and a brief light flashed. No one else got on as Aniol climbed to the top, and when he stepped out and knocked on the penthouse door, he was greeted by Rotti, who seemed relieved to see him.

“Ah, Aniol, my child,” he beamed, stepping back to let them in and taking its hands in his. He pressed his cheeks against each of theirs, moving from left to right, with additional air kisses in warm greeting. “How are you, what brings you here? Can my surgeons do anything for you?”

Aniol made a light sound. “I’m flattered, Mr. Largo. I’ve come looking for Pavi, though your offer sounds tempting. I’ve been thinking about sprucing up the scars a bit, now that everything’s fully healed,” he gestured to his chest; where once there were hills now lay valleys.

“Ah, very good! Let me know when you have an idea of what you want, you know I’m always happy to pay for your surgeries...” Rotti then sighed, glancing over his shoulder. “Pavi isn’t in at the moment, and neither are the other two.” Thank God for the peace and quiet.

“Of course. Let me guess, Luigi’s off yelling at somebody about something or another, Amber’s fawning for attention, and Pavi’s getting the attention Amber wants.”

“You know them well, Aniol. I can’t understand what you see in my son, but I suppose I can’t say I’m ungrateful. You’re a man of good genetics.” Rotti chuckled.

“Every artist needs their fan club,” Aniol mused, adjusting his bag. “Well, I’ll be going, then. See what grime Pavi’s stuck his nose- or dick -in this time.”

“Can’t I do something before you leave? I’d feel like a bad host if I didn’t.”

“If it makes you happy, I can raid your fridge.”

Rotti made a sweeping motion with his arm toward the kitchen. “Be my guest.”

Aniol nodded and entered the gloomy, industrial kitchen of the penthouse, opening the fridge and letting himself be bathed in yellow light. It was mostly packed with pre-cooked meals, marked with sticky notes.

Luigi's salad, DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH!!!

Amber's beer - Like we'd touch your wilted-ass loser-salad???

Aniol shook his head and reached for a bottle of black-cherry-flavoured ErythroPop, nestled between a styrofoam box of takeout and a half-empty condiment bottle. As they closed the fridge, they heard the front door open and a small commotion commence. Upon investigating, they found it was simply Pavi, returning home from God knows where.

“Angel!!!” Pavi squealed, pushing past his irritated father to hug Aniol tightly, rapidly kissing their jaw and neck as they held their drink aloft.

“Spotlight,” Aniol greeted affectionately, petting Pavi’s dark waves with his free hand. He gave Rotti a mildly apologetic look. “Do you mind if we stay?”

Rotti waved his hand dismissively. “Do what makes you happy. I'll be going into the office soon, anyhow.”

“I wasn't expecting you or I would've come sooner!” Pavi giggled as he loosely hung off of them, staring at them with unwavering affection.

“Well, I would’ve found you eventually,” Aniol responded, guiding them toward Pavi's room. “I’ve been editing Kidney Beach.”

“Ah, finally! I’ve been looking forward to seeing Judette Newheart in that minxy little two-piece on the big screen,” Pavi was practically drooling as he closed the door behind them and turned on the mood lamps before dramatically flinging himself onto his curtained, four-poster bed.

“You can have it if you want.” Aniol set down his bag, stretching as his boyfriend excitedly sat up, eyes wide.

“Sei sicuro? You have it?”

Aniol’s lip curled devilishly as he nodded. “I mean, it’s back at my place, but yes. And I haven’t washed it yet.”

“Oh, you dirty little bitch!” Pavi squealed again as he leapt up and wrestled them to the mattress, making them chuckle as he smothered them with his newest set of lips. Teeth and tongues clashed for a moment as fingers twirled and tugged and gripped before Pavi fell beside them, panting heavily and nestling his head against their shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Angel.”

“It’s only been two days since I last saw you.”

“Yes, two days of missing my favourite master of filth. I’d treat you like an accessory dog if I could.”

“I mean, you’ve already got me the collar...” Aniol mused as both his and Pavi’s hands instinctively rested on their neck. “But you know I’d hate that, I’ve got to stretch my legs. How can I make my art if I’m glued to your hip all the time?”

Pavi groaned quietly. “You tease too much...~”

“I’m not getting conjoined with you, Pavi.”

They closed their eyes, whining in their throat. “Let me hold onto the thought just a moment longer!”

Aniol sat up slightly, glancing down their body and scoffing lightly. “I’m surprised you’re not half-chubbed already.”

Pavi rose as well to kiss their shoulder. “Keep talking and I’ll be at full staff in no time, my sweet.~”

They sighed. “You know I love you and your dick, but I’ve got work to do.” He tapped his nose playfully.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He kissed his cheek and let him unload his laptop. Aniol settled back on the bed while Pavi stood and turned on the TV before opening his closet. “Mind if I model some things for you while you work? I haven’t decided what I��m wearing tonight.”

“Sure, go ahead.” He smiled. This was his domesticity.

#minors dni #self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #gay self ship #trans self ship #circus scripts #💔Pavi Steals All The Hearts🫀#🧬📽️.s/i

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crowshoots-moved · 9 months ago

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YOUR MUSE TOOK JESPER'S [FAMILY CREST THAT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT HIS AND HE STOLE] FROM HIS ROOM...

ㅤㅤ" I'M NOT THE catch-all guy, " jesper complains, trifling through his desk. the stack of papers on his desk is a little alarming, and a little untidy. jesper brushes it aside, reconsiders, then attempts to tidy up the stack and shove it to the corner of his desk. " i was hired because i'm a marksman. why would you make your marksman forge something? i love fooling merchants as much as the next guy, but rotty can take this job, not me. " with their search of the desk done, jesper settles back on his heels, his nose crinkling. " crest's supposed to be somewhere around here. "

#open!#facts are for the unimaginative. / ic.#i like walking the streets free. / v. undetermined.

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rxdhairxdsirxns · 1 year ago

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The prompt "You're pregnant?" From Rotgut because obviously

Follow that up with some half-assed joke-comment about how usually he's the one getting himself pregnant ever since some bloke in the 1800's told him to 'god fuck himself' and he took that literally. Anyway enjoy having a brood of 9-10 roach kids like he has <3

(Note: he usually doesn't mention his kids out loud to protect them given that every single person that comes in contact with him loathes his ass, but given the context and his relationship with Taryn considering that, in his head, 'she hasn't gotten tired of him yet' I feel like he'd be more lenient abt her knowing)

- @viciouslyfilthy

PREGNANT?! || ACCEPTING || @viciouslyfilthy

----- TARYN rolled her eyes and gave the man a deadpan look over her shoulder in the mirror, dropping the positive pregnancy test into the nearby trash bin now that the metaphorical cat was out of the bag. Of course she didn't expect Rotgut to be exceptionally serious about the matter, but she definitely wasn't expecting the half-assed humor.

"I don't know what you expected to happen considering I'm quite literally a hyper fertile broodmother. It was only a matter of time between our two insatiable sex drives."

The redhead went about taking her hair down from her bun she'd had it in all day, ears twitching as she mused in silent thought before sighing and throwing up her hands a little desperation.

"Do you... what you you want out of this, Rottie? Does it matter to you? Do you want me to be pregnant?"

She was leaving it open. Despite her ever growing feelings for the man, their current situation was still very much casual, and while Rotgut showed great preference for her company and often grew jealous when others fawned over her, there was no physical or verbal confirmation that there was anything close to serious between them.

#siren's song [ANSWERS]

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incorrectshantaequotes · 2 years ago

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New Years Preview

Hello everyone! So, 2022 was quite eventful huh? Unfortunately, I...didn't really have much to add to the major holidays, so aside from the usual daily quotes and the odd headcanon here and there, it's been relatively quiet on my end.

But! 2023 should, ideally, change that! We'll see how it actually goes as this new year goes underway, but in the meantime, here's a preview of a fic I plan to have done by Valentine's Day!

Which, appropriately enough, revolves around Rottytops playing matchmaker...though as to how successful she is? Well, you'll have to see!

~~~

I really need to break out the Fillin outfit more, Rottytops idly mused to herself, watching outside with her pair of binoculars.

Was it really necessary? No, not really - she didn't really have any benefit to pretending to be a half-genie anywhere, and at least in Scuttle Town, most of the townpeople had seen her around enough times to instantly see through the disguise. Was it practical? Again, no, her usual outfit took far less time to throw together. Sure, she could just instantly change into it via magic...but where would be the fun in that? So, no, she didn't really have much reason to bring it out again.

Rotty did have to admit the outfit made a nice change of pace, though, sitting here in it. It was one of her more elaborate designs, so there was that sense of self-accomplishment there, the fabric was rather soft, so it was fairly comfortable, the sleeves and pants were light and airy by design, and the ponytail...well. She didn't usually experiment with different hairstyles, but the ponytail...

Running her hand through it, Rottytops put down her binoculars, taking a moment to think. After a short pause, she shot a glance behind herself. "Hey, Snackcakes - should I grow out my hair?"

"Huh?" "Snackcakes," better known as Shantae, looked up to meet Rottytops' gaze, raising an eyebrow in confusion. In contrast to the zombie's elaborate outfit, she'd opted for her pajamas. A bit more fitting, considering how they were hosting a sleepover. "What brought this on?"

"Eh, you know," Rottytops shrugged, turning away to resume peering through her binoculars. "Idle thoughts."

"I mean...I don't mind either way, but don't you prefer short hair?" Shantae pointed out, shifting her position on the pile of pillows she was currently lying on.

"I do! Short hair's definitely more my thing, I think. It's just..." The zombie couldn't help but wistfully smile, fully turning her attention back to Shantae as she put the binoculars down. "All I can think about is us matching hairstyles...you showing me how to wash it...giving me a cute little braid..."

Rottytops turned her body over and crawled over on her knees to get closer, eyes glinting and her smile making a slight turn into a grin as she put her hand into the half-genie's mass of purple hair and ran it down. "Just running your hands through my hair alllllllll day long..."

"...oh." Shantae promptly flushed, both face and ears turning a very interesting shade of crimson, before quickly shaking her head to regain her composure. Somewhat, anyway. "W-well, that sounds very nice and all, but you do realize that would be a very big commitment, right? Seriously, you don't know how many bottles of shampoo I have to go through just to keep my hair like this through all the adventures we've been on...and-"

The half-genie paused, her mind caught on something. "Can zombies even grow hair?"

"That..." Rottytops had to look down, finger tapping her chin as she considered. "...huh. That is a very good question, and one I do not know the answer to. I mean, if you were born a zombie, probably, but I wasn't, so how does that...? Eh, there's probably some way to make it happen."

"Well, whatever the case-" Shantae was promptly interrupted by a knocking, causing her ears to perk up as she looked over Rottytops' shoulder. "Oh! I think they just showed up! Rotty, if you could-"

"Got it," The zombie nodded, moving over to the side and gesturing to the window.

"Thank you," Shantae sighed with a smile, before heading over to the window herself, unlocking it, and poking her head out to the evening air. "COME ON IN!"

With that invitation given, Shantae closed the window and pulled back to her pillows, looking up at Rottytops and patting one of them on the side. "Do you wanna...?"

"Mmmmm, maybe later," Rottytops turned away, picking up her binoculars. "Cuddling is nice and all, but if the party's shown up, I gotta shift into full scheming mode. You know how it is, right?"

"Riiiiight..." Shantae narrowed her eyes, lips curled in a slight frown. "You still haven't told me what that's about."

"Ah, don't worry! You'll find out with everyone else, so just relax, will ya?" Rottytops laid back with a wave of her hand, a small chuckle escaping her as she resumed watching through the binoculars.

"Well, that isn't foreboding at all," Shantae muttered as she pressed her fingers to her forehead, already well-acquainted with her girlfriend's schemes, and as such already fully skeptical of how this one would turn out. Her mood was quick to perk up, however, when her first guest stepped into the room, and she turned to greet her with a smile. "Harmony!"

"Hello, Shantae!" The older half-genie waved, giving a smile to the younger. She was currently wearing a more casual version of her regular outfit - something simple that covered more skin, with the only bit of metal on her being her ponytail. "I must say, it's nice to be able to visit. How far are you in the scrapbook, by the way?"

"Page 73!" Shantae answered proudly, before her grin promptly turned sheepish. "I, uh, was kinda hoping to be further along by this point, honestly, but it's a big book, and...you know how busy life as a Guardian Genie gets, right?"

"Of course," Harmony nodded in sympathy, before shifting her eyes to look over Shantae's shoulder. "And I see Rottytops is doing well."

"'Sup?" Rottytops waved, not even sparing a glance as she stared through her binoculars.

Before Harmony had a chance to respond, another voice came from behind.

"Half-Genie Festival reunion, huh?" Stepping out from the door came Zapple, also dressed more casually than her usual armored get up - this time, in a simple red and gold bodysuit similar to fencer's gear. "Is that what we're doing here, Rottytops? Or should I say...Genue N. Jeanie?"

That was enough to give Shantae a moment of pause, before turning to give her girlfriend a flat stare. "Really?"

"Hey, I was under duress and didn't have time to think of a better one! I think we can all agree my naming chops weren't up to par during the Siren Island thing, alright?" Rottytops argued, finally putting down her binoculars as she went.

"No kidding," Came a snort from Vera. She'd come in at the same time as Zapple, opting to switch out her traditional Tree Town garb for a floral-patterned shirt and a simple skirt. "What was the one you used for me again? Toobi Ornot-Tubee?"

"Heyyyyyyyy..." Rottytops pouted, stubbornly ignoring how Shantae giggled. "Not in front of her, you guys! Besides, THAT ONE was good. Instant classic, I think. Complete ten out of ten."

"Man, what did you even use for Plink?" Shantae asked, eyes twinkling as she teased. "'Yoranem Here,' or something?"

The talkative zombie, for once, clamped her mouth shut, shooting her eyes away from the half-genie. Shantae's mirth gradually shifted to disbelief as the seconds passed on.

"...you're kidding," Shantae pressed, eyes wide. "You're kidding, right?"

"...like I said, I was under durress-"

"I'm here!" Thankfully for Rottytops, she got a prime interruption in the form of the half-genie relevant to the conversation barging in. She was dressed in her usual get-up, surprisingly, with her pajamas carried underarm as she took a few moments to recover from her exertion. "I'm here, I'm here...sorry I'm late, I..."

Plink, now fully taking in the group, let her words trail off, looking between the half-genies (and zombie). "...am I late?"

"We haven't started anything yet, so I wouldn't say so, no," Harmony shook her head, bemused.

"Oh! Good, good..." Plink sighed in relief, plopping herself down next to Vera. "I was worried that I wouldn't make it when I got held up."

"Held up by what, exactly?" Shantae queried, tilting her head curiously.

"Well, uh...your mayor kinda thought his attic was haunted?" Plink scratched her head sheepishly. "It was actually some creaky floorboards, but he didn't believe me when I told him that, so I had to fake an spiritual communion to get him to let me go. He only gave me fifty gems on top of that..."

"That sounds like Mayor Scuttlebutt, alright," Shantae groaned in clear sympathy, patting the other half-genie on the shoulder before leaning back and looking over the entire group. "...so, with you here, that's everyone, yeah? We got everyone?"

After a quick chorus of confirmation, Shantae turned towards Rottytops. "Do you want me to kill the lights for dramatic effect?"

"You know me so well," Rottytops remarked with a toothy grin, and with that, the half-genie of Scuttle Town reached over and flicked off the lights, plunging them in darkness. Not a second later, the beam of a flashlight cut through, highlighting Rottytops' face.

"Esteemed ladies," Rottytops rolled, her voice taking on a more dramatic flair as she looked over the assembled group. "I assume you're wondering why I gathered you all here..."

Slowly, Plink raised a hand, blinking in confusion. "...to...have a sleepover?"

"Well, yes, we're doing that, BUT! That's not the only thing," Rottytops informed, finger pointing up as her grin turned mischevious. "No, this is a matter of grave importance.

"As you know, Snackcakes and I are officially dating now-" Rottytops paused suddenly, dramatics wiped away for a moment as she looked out to the crowd. "You did know that, right? I remembered to send you those letters?"

"Well, I did hear about it from Shantae," Harmony idly remarked, a rare smirk coming up as she looked at the zombie. "Who was quite estatic about the whole ordeal, might I add! I don't recall recieving a letter from you, though."

"I caught on just from watching you two, but didn't really want to say anything?" Plink admitted, fiddling with her fingers.

"Well, I didn't," Vera shrugged, giving a thumbs up. "Happy for you two, though!"

"...you weren't dating before?" Zapple asked, clearly befuddled.

"Ah. Alright. Note to self - use sticky notes next time," Rottytops muttered, before shaking her head and regaining her composure. "Well! As some of you knew, Snackcakes and I are officially dating now, but there's one little thing that has yet to be addressed, and that would be...ah, Shantae, could you turn on the lights real quick?"

With a quick nod, the half-genie obliged, earning a grateful thumbs-up from the zombie in turn. She then turned her attention to the window once more, binoculars laser-focused as she scanned the town, before promptly lighting up with an, "Aha! Vera, come over here."

Raising an eyebrow, Vera cautiously stood up and walked over, taking the binoculars at the zombie's behest. "Look over there, and what do you see?"

"Okay, I see..." Vera trailed off for a moment, holding the binoculars close as she scrutinized the area before spotting what she was meant to see. "Oh! That's Bolo, isn't it? Looks like he's shooting his shot with a girl, and...ouch. Rejected, looks like."

The refresh magic specialist put down the binoculars, face twisted in an uncomfortable grimace. "Man, I remember seeing him doing that at the half-genie festival, too. I kinda feel bad, you know? Like, if you actually talk to him, he's a nice guy, it just feels like he took all his advice on romance from the wrong crowd."

"You said it," Zapple nodded, firmly in agreement. "Did you know he managed to give me some helpful tips with blacksmithing? Me. The Half-Genie of Armor Town. And he wasn't even condescending about it, he just pointed it out. How he hasn't applied that sort of thing to his flirting game is beyond me."

"Okay, cool, glad we're all on the same page here," Rottytops nodded, before grabbing the binoculars from Vera and adjusting them, searching a different area of Scuttle Town before nodding. "Okay, Plink this time. What do you see?"

"Uh...let me look real quick..." Plink scooted over, gently holding the binoculars before peering through their lenses. "That's...Sky? Yeah, that's Sky, sitting at a table. She seems really stressed about something."

"Which is the result of multiple things, but! I assure you that at least one of them is romance, because, no offense to Sky," Rottytops started, now on a roll as her monologue continued. "But her dating history? Kinda sucks!"

"You can mean some offense, I think," Shantae muttered, a bit of irritation bleeding into her voice. "Still think she should've done more about Armor Baron..."

"To be fair, even without the influence of his brother, Armor Baron surely had some kind of magical artifact somewhere on the island," Harmony patted the younger half-genie on the shoulder. "It's probably for the best that she let him be."

Then, she frowned, a slight bit of concern on her face as she looked up. "That being said...where are you going with this?"

"What, isn't it obvious?" Rottytops remarked. "He wants romance. She wants romance. And yet, somehow, despite all odds, neither of them ever once thought about looking at the person right next to them! It's maddening, is what it is! So, ladies, what I have gathered you here today to do, is to discuss..."

The zombie then zipped over to Shantae's closet, and with a dramatic flourish, slammed it open to reveal a chalkboard that she promptly rolled out. "Operation 'Get These Two To Get Over Themselves Already'!"

#shantae #not a quote #long post #new years #fic

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milo-my-beloved · 4 years ago

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chapter four of stupid things!

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Sorry this chapter is so late! I've had a lot of difficulties... but I hope you enjoy it!

On Monday, Inej wakes up to over a hundred messages. Groaning, she turns over and considers suffocating herself in her pillow, before forcing herself to unlock her phone.

You have been added to a new group chat.

99+ new messages.

Jesper: Sup bitches

Wylan: Hello! :D

Jesper: I thought we could use this to organise date nights

Kaz: It’s my turn to choose.

Jesper: ik dumbass

Kaz: Meet outside the library at 6pm on Friday. I’ll organise transport.

Jesper: doesn’t sound sketchy at all

Wylan: Is there anything we need to bring???

Kaz: Wear fancy clothes.

Jesper: are we gonna rob a bank?

Kaz: If we were, I wouldn’t bring you.

Jesper: rude

Inej scrolls past the rest of the messages, ignoring the endless bickering. Her finger hovers over the mute chat button as she imagines the headache that her dear friends are about to cause her, but locks her phone instead, sitting up. Surely they can’t be that bad? Besides, she would hate to miss out on anything.

{o0o}

By Wednesday, Inej is massively regretting that decision. Even she didn’t think Jesper is capable of starting that many arguments, and his incessant flirting with Wylan is going to be the death of her.

On Thursday, she runs into Kaz on her way home from class and they grab a coffee together. They find a bench tucked out of the way of any foot traffic and chat for a while, but Kaz refuses to tell her what his plans are for this weekend.

“God,” Inej says, leaning back in the seat. “Is Jesper addicted to his phone? I swear, I’ve never seen anyone send that many messages.”

Kaz raises an eyebrow. “Are you surprised?”

She shrugs, tipping the last of her latte in her mouth. “I shouldn’t be, I suppose.”

“What have they even been talking about?” he asks, taking their empty cups and tossing them in the bin beside him. “I muted the chat about an hour after Jes made it.”

Inej blinks a few times, staring out into the fields coated in mist as she reevaluates her life choices. Why did the universe decide that these would be her friends?

She groans, dramatically flopping sideways onto Kaz. “I should have done that days ago.”

{o0o}

When Friday finally rolls around, their evening plans are still a mystery to everyone but Kaz. No matter what schemes they had come up with, Kaz had refused to tell. Wylan had asked him politely, claiming the not-knowing is bad for his anxiety (which is probably true, actually) and Inej had even offered him a bribe, to no avail.

(Jesper had just pestered him over text. Inej doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Kaz has blocked his number.)

The three of them look ridiculous, standing outside the library in their fanciest clothes. Wylan is wearing a plain black suit, his bow tie slightly askew, while Jesper is wearing a colourful suit jacket and black jeans. A few students give them weird looks, but most of them are too busy with their own lives to give more than a few seconds thought towards them.

When a limo pulls up instead of Kaz’s shady minivan, Jesper’s mouth falls open. Kaz pushes the door open, sticking his head out. “Are you coming, or what? And Jesper, shut your mouth.”

Jesper and Wylan clamber in first, Inej gracefully sliding in after them. She self-consciously runs a hand down her dress, the purple silk soft against her palms.

“You look beautiful,” Kaz whispers while Jesper and Wylan are distracted by a bottle of champagne waiting for them, and she blushes.

“So do you,” she replies, smiling at his entirely black suit. Apart from their day at the beach, she’s never seen him out of a suit, but she can see why he wears them.

“Hey, Kaz,” Jesper interrupts, pouring the champagne into four glasses. “Will you tell us where we’re going yet?”

“Nope,” he replies with a smug smile.

“How did you afford all this?” Wylan asks, looking around at the luxurious. “Did you actually rob that bank? Without us?”

Kaz rolls his eyes, and Inej stifles a laugh.

“You’re not far off, Mr Van Sunshine,” Jesper laughs, sticking his tongue out at Kaz. “He’s always been secretly rich, but no one knows where it comes from.”

“His terrifying glare?” Wylan suggests.

“His suits?” Inej offers.

“I think it’s his sparkling personality,” Jesper answers with a wink.

“Oh, shut up,” Kaz mutters, just as the car comes to a stop.

No one moves for a moment, until Kaz rolls his eyes and climbs out first, muttering something to himself. He extends a hand to help Inej out, but he leaves Jesper and Wylan to fend for themselves as he leans over and gives the driver some instructions.

“Just in here,” he says, ushering them all towards a shady looking door. Jesper and Inej share an incredulous look, and Wylan looks like he is itching to run in the opposite direction of whatever this is.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Kaz grumbles, opening the door to reveal a dark corridor. “It’s the back entrance. Someone owed me a favour.”

There’s another blank silence where no one moves.

“I swear no one is going to get murdered and no crimes are going to be committed. Good enough for you?”

Inej can’t help but smirk at how nervous Jesper looks. Usually, he’s up for anything, but he keeps shifting his weight and staring into the long, dark corridor. Wylan, beside him, looks close to passing out.

“Oh, come on guys,” Inej says, stepping (with only a split second of hesitation) towards the doorway, her voice filled with false confidence. “I’m not having you ruin my hot date.”

Kaz doesn’t smile, but his eyes sparkle with that mischief she has come to love. In return, she gives him a glare that roughly translates as ‘I better not get stabbed, I like this dress without the blood stains, thank you.”

Begrudgingly, they all follow her inside, the metal door clanging shut behind them and shrouding them in darkness.

Now her eyes are adjusting, Inej can see a small gleam of light coming from around the corner, so she follows that, praying that she won’t trip over something or walk into a wall.

“This has to be the third sketchiest thing you’ve ever made me do,” Jesper mutters at the back of the group, and Inej hears Kaz snort in response.

“What were the other two?” Wylan whispers nervously, but no one answers him.

Inej comes to an abrupt halt when she reaches the end of the hallway, her mouth dropping open. Kaz must have been telling the truth about the back entrance, because standing in front of them is the most glamorous restaurant she has ever laid eyes on. Inej doesn’t think she has seen so much luxury in one place before; it looks like something straight out of a fairytale or a magazine, the huge chandelier above them dazzling her.

A waiter arrives quickly, shaking hands with Kaz. “Right this way, my friends,” he says, ushering them over to a booth away from the bustle of the kitchen and the other diners. “Here are your menus,” he continues, handing them out, “and I will return in a few moments for your drinks orders.”

“Thanks, Rotty,” Kaz answers, oblivious to the three wide-eyed stares he is getting from around the table.

Somehow, it reminds Inej of the night where she first met Kaz. Hopefully this time they won’t have to worry about getting arrested.

“What’s everyone having?” Kaz asks, and Inej realises he’s ignoring them on purpose. “I hear their duck is excellent.”

“I’ve never been to a super fancy restaurant before!” Jesper exclaims in a whisper shout. “I don’t know what half this stuff says.”

“Uh,” Wylan says, looking at his menu like it personally offended him. “I’m not that hungry…”

Kaz rolls his eyes. “How about I order for everyone, hm? Unless you have any objections, Inej?”

She shakes her head, her mind still swimming as she tries to figure out how Kaz managed to book a table in such a lavish restaurant. Maybe Jesper is onto something with the whole bank robbing thing, she muses.

Sure enough, Kaz orders for them all with no hesitation. When Jesper starts awkwardly shuffling in his seat, he adds, “Dinner’s on me, by the way. It’s only fair, after all.”

Everyone stares at him for a minute, floundering for something to say. Suddenly, Inej starts laughing, leaning her head forward onto the table as she tries to stifle her giggles and ends up hiccupping instead. Wylan joins in with a nervous chuckle, but Kaz and Jesper just stare at her, amused.

“‘Nej, you okay?” Jesper asks eventually as Kaz pats her back in what he hopes is a soothing motion.

“Yeah,” she manages to gasp out, trying to take some deep breaths. “Sorry, it’s just-” She bursts out laughing again as another table looks away, distaste written all over their faces. “It’s just so surreal.”

Luckily, the food arrives before she can embarrass herself any further.

Kaz must secretly be some kind of psychic, because there is no way he somehow knows exactly what Inej’s taste in food is. Whatever he’s picked out for her - some kind of posh pasta, she thinks - is maybe the most delicious food she has ever eaten, and if she wasn’t in public, she would be making all sorts of inappropriate noises as she eats it.

“Mmm,” Jesper moans, clearly not having the same reservations. “I think I can die happy now.”

Kaz rolls his eyes again, but Inej can see the smile peeking out from behind his fork.

Clearly, his food magic is also working on Jesper and Wylan, because they look equally happy with their choices. She has never seen Jes inhale a plate of food so fast, and he usually eats quite quickly. Wylan looks like he’s considering making out with the sauce left on his plate, and Inej decides that if she dropped dead right now, she wouldn’t even be mad.

“I can’t take you people anywhere,” Kaz complains, his eyes twinkling with the light of the chandelier. Inej laughs as Jesper pouts, and the waiter reappears to take their plates away.

{o0o}

“So,” Jesper says in the limo on the way back to the library. “Who has the best taste?”

“Me, clearly,” Kaz answers without hesitation. “You all like what I ordered for you, didn’t you?”

“No, silly.” Jesper whacks him lightly on the arm. “Who organised the best double date?”

Wylan actually raises his hand before speaking. “I liked bowling.”

Inej crosses her arms. “Of course you did. Was it the actual activity, or the fact Jesper was practically grinding-”

“Woah, ‘Nej, let’s not scar the poor boy,” Jesper cuts in, blushing almost as much as his boyfriend. “My favourite was dinner, actually.”

“I liked the game night,” Kaz states, “But I’m sure you’ll all accuse me of being biased.”

“Beach was best,” Inej declares, leaning sideways into Kaz. “So, who wins? It’s just a four way tie, isn’t it?”

“Well,” Jesper exclaims, “We can’t have that.”

There’s no sound but the noise of the traffic outside for a minute or two, and then Jesper jumps like he’s been electrocuted. He smiles, but Inej sees the mischief in his smug grin and immediately senses danger.

“Rematch?” he offers, and she sighs.

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magicbyhalves · 5 years ago

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Shantae let out a final huff of effort as she pulled herself and Risky away from the tide. She was sure the pirate was going to complain plenty when she woke up. Because she had to wake up.

The sound of footsteps stomping through the sand drifted to her ears, and she looked up only a moment before being tackled by a green, affectionate blur.

“You did it you did it you did it~!” Rotty squealed, throwing her arms around Shantae and snuggling into her.

The half-genie barely had time to hug her back before the two of them were practically bodied by Sky. “You made it! I knew you would!”

There was yet another hug-collision. Bolo had joined the group. “When we saw the airship go down, we thought you’d... whatever, you’re fine now!”

“I’m glad I got out of there too, but, I’m starting to feel a little crowded, here...?” Just as the words left Shantae’s mouth, Uncle Mimic arrived, and scooped all four of them up into his arms. She let out a pained wheeze.

“You’re all right! Oh, thank goodness!” Mimic’s hug only got tighter. “And it looks like you saved Risky Boots, as well!”

Sky rolled her eyes. “Ugh, why bother?”

“Because Shantae’s a good person, that’s why!” Rotty said, a big grin on her face.

Shantae was about to respond, but a golden glint off in the distance caught her attention. She looked toward it - difficult in her current predicament - but only saw sunlight glinting off the ocean waves. But she could have sworn...

“Shantae? What’s wrong?” Mimic asked.

“Nothing... nothing’s wrong.” She looked back to her friends and her Uncle. “Except you’re all kinda crushing me,” she added, grinning but gritting her teeth all the same. The hug around her slowly fell apart, and soon only Rotty was left clinging to her. She certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

More footsteps tromped through the sand. The other Half-Genies had arrived to see what was going on, and they all looked relieved to see Shantae was okay.

“I’m glad to see you’re all right,” Harmony said. “As you can see, all of us are restored, and good as new!”

“That’s great! But...” Shantae looked to Risky, who was still just lying on the beach. “... not all. I’m not sure if she’s - ”

Risky chose that moment to groan and cough, spitting sand out of her mouth. She leapt to her feet and immediately backed away from both the cluster of Half-Genies and Shantae’s friends and family from Scuttle Town, sword drawn and ready. “Don’t any of you dare get closer!”

An enormous wave of relief swept through Shantae. The rescue hadn’t been for nothing. “Risky, you’re alive!”

“Wh- of course I am! And all of you had better back off, right now!”

“Simmer down!” Sky huffed.

“Yeah, Shantae just saved your life!” Rotty hugged Shantae just a little tighter, taking care not to start crushing her again.

Bolo nodded. “Even though you tried to blow all of us up.”

"Pssh. The kid was just playing the part I gave her."

Shantae frowned.

"I created the Half-Genie Festival to lure you all here, so that the Empress could feed on those other five fools.” She gestured to the other Half-Genies, who were in various states of bristling at her commentary. “I'd convinced her that Shantae's life force was inferior and tainted - not a difficult task given her performance on stage."

Shantae winced. Sure, she hadn’t danced for an audience in a while, but that seemed harsh. "Wait, so... you cared about me?"

The pirate shot her a hard glare. A garbled message reached the half-genie's ears... it was as if the sound was just barely hearable.

O̷f̴ ̵c̵o̴u̸r̷s̴e̸.̶ ̷Y̵o̸u̵r̷ ̸p��a̶r̷e̷n̷t̴s̸ ̸w̴o̸u̶l̷d̵ ̵k̶i̵l̵l̶ ̶m̶e̴ ̴o̶t̴h̸e̷r̶w̶i̴s̶e̵.̶

"Wha...?" Was she hearing things?

"Don't flatter yourself. You were merely the ace up my sleeve," Risky scoffed. "I kept you nearby, in case the Empress tried to pull a fast one... which she did. But you kept getting in my way! I needed to keep the others caged long enough to drain all five in the proper amounts. With five actual drops of Genie life force, she really would have become invincible."

Rotty let out a low whistle. “Hey, that makes me a hero! ... I still can’t believe I helped by getting caught.”

“I figured that once I had the ship, I’d blast the Empress and whatever was left of her forces into quivering puddles of jelly. Speaking of... where is my airship, anyway? There had better not be a scratch on it, or you’ll all pay dearly!”

The entire rest of the beach fell silent.

“So unhelpful...” Risky scoffed, then whistled sharply. A small horde of Tinkerbats burst out of the nearby flora and scuttled to her side. “Men! Begin searching for the ship at once! And run me an extra-hot bath, will you?”

The Tinkerbats all saluted and skittered away.

“Don’t start without me! Get back here!”

A single Tinkerbat ran back, scooped Risky up, and started dragging her off.

“So undignified! How dare you! Put me down!!!”

Everyone watched them go, and Shantae inhaled sharply once the pirate was out of earshot. “She... won’t be happy when she finds out about the ship.”

“I don’t think there’s much we can do about that.” Harmony shrugged. “With that behind us, we should make sure everyone is all right.”

“The arena back in town is pretty much ruined.” Plink said, humming in thought. “But we can still host the Half-Genie Festival somewhere else!”

Shantae could only stare at her, dumbfounded. “You... seriously want to resume the festival?”

Plink grinned. “Why not?”

“Oh! We could move the festival to Tree Town!” Vera offered.

“Or Armor Town,” Zapple added.

Plink’s ears perked up - clearly she’d been struck by an idea. “How about both? We could perform days at Armor Town, and evenings by torchlight in Tree Town! Who’s with me?”

Vera let out a cheer. “Yeah! Let’s do it!”

“I’m in!” Sky said. “I’m ready for a real vacation that doesn’t involve baron-fighting!”

Bolo considered the idea, then nodded. “Maybe I can get a decent room this time!”

“I would like to spend some time with those scientists that were studying the Sunken City...!” Mimic mused.

“And with me onstage, we’ll be a surefire hit!” Rotty gave Shantae a little nudge.

.̷.̷.̴ ̷W̸e̴ ̵c̸o̷u̷l̸d̶ ̵u̶s̷e̶ ̸s̸o̵m̵e̸ ̸a̶c̵t̶u̶a̷l̵ ̵d̵o̸w̷n̵t̵i̴m̸e̸.̵ Nega offered in the back of her mind.

“... All right. If it’s what we all really want...” Shantae grinned. “Let’s try this vacation again - once more, from the top!”

#drabble #Rotty #Sky #Bolo #Mimic #Harmony #Risky #Plink #Vera #Zapple #inadequate vessel #7S Vacation Arc #Day 6 #7S Spoilers #(Chapter Clear!)#(BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE)#readmore'd for length

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blogoxymoron · 8 years ago

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Memories can Fade But Colors of Rajasthan Won’t

Life is a travel not necessarily a lone travel always we will have the company of old friends and new strangers and of course didn't imagine that we would be travel buddies forever!

2014 story yet feels so fresh!

An old Dear college buddy rang some after a long gap in time ! from the distant land! ( Raj) I was so glad to have a nice little conversation! we went to serious business he had Rajasthan trip in mind to make during Pushkar mela and he is forming a formidable team

What more should I ask for to travel a dream land with best buddy company ( Sandy)and I hooked up with my best pal from work and the most accommodative travel buddy ( Vamsi ) from my side , by the time my friend had already formed a team himself of his taste of work ( photo walkers yet unique in their way ( Shankar,Ramesh,Karthi)

Fast forward >>>>>

Trip started when we all met @ Bangalore airport to Jaipur

Jaipur Nights are always special, glimsed Hawa mahal for a breath taking Night view @ Jalmahal - Water Palace

After a humptous dinner reached railway station to head to jaisalmer Sand City

Rajasthan cities are beautifully depicted with synonymous prefixes

Pink city - Jaipur Blue city - Jodhpur Jaisalmer - Golden city and on...

Reaching Jaisalmer is enjoyable train ride we were bit late in arriving yet the Sun god was reflecting beautiful exteriors we could get the grace even from the coach as well ( Humid day oh boy !)

we took a cab to Somewhere middle of desert Khuri village yet never far from Hospitality

Thanks to lovely Host http://www.badalhouse.com/ - Mr Badal Singh and his next Generation Host Narpat Singh Sodha

Home made Bajra rotti Sabji simple yet overwhelmingly served the purpose

After a quick refresh we took a long stroll to endless Sand dunes

I should mention the visits of some of the remote villages of Rajasthan Just kissing borders of pakistan Lovely kids around and wonder ful people

Being raised In Tamilnadu yet have friends from Rajasthan I have seen and heard tradition of Rich Rajastahan merchant donates free drinking water one could see it around anywhere near Jain settlements , I got to know the real humilty of tradition

Water is a commoditity its a shame that we made such beautiful land with lack of water yet thanks to community man Like “ water man of India ‘ Rajendra Singh ‘“

Yet it was so heart breaking to see young and old women walking miles for few Gallons of water for their daily need - It isn't a walk to remember for them yet they make it worth whiling with their lovely person

Lovely kids and beautiful women of Rajasthan can be spotted

Sun is dismounting itself amongst the endless san dune mountain hillocks and yet emitting ‘Golden rays of hope ‘ - Rightly named isn’t Golden city Jaisalmer

we met a wanderer from my neighboring Chera Nadu - Stay @ Desert is such a dream to retrofit

Should I mention we counted Stars to fall asleep Lovely night

Who said Desertsa re boring!

With heavy hearts and Leaving all sandful of memoirs we cabbed to Jaisalmer

Lakes are Man made effort to save God's grace to mankind! we need more such in place

Early morning blue rose @ Gadisagar lake, Lovely Lake fort and mornings with music musings of Rajasthan culture retreat

Lake to remember and culture to retreat!

Blue city Calling !

We could still rejoice the serenity of Jaisalmer yet we have Blue city calling US

Blue Blue here we come :) Train ride reaching us in the early morning !

Piping Hot Jilebis with Hot Kachoris - what a welcome to September morning to Jodhpur - Hero here is with Big heart Shallow frying Rich flour in desi ghee

Aroma of Jodhpur hit my chord there Wow topped with some Mirchi Bhajjis

My day is made already!

We spend the day and two touring ( Nope Wandering ) streets of

Amber Fort

Mehrangarh Fort

Jaswant Thada

Umaid Bhawan Palace & Mandore Gardens

Roaming around the market street watch tower as a landmark is real Brahmapuri

Do you think we would have missed amazing Lipsmacking Rajasthan and Marwari thalis wow what a retreat!

Mehrangarh Fort is the largest living for, yes it's the largest mansion Touring east and west is still mind- blogging one

But Why Blue City!

Yes, the walls of the houses are painted with Blue and serene to watch from the fort cannon towers! but why those days during epidemic hits the city vaccinated family houses are marked blue and it become a legacy

Disclaimer: Travel soon before all the houses are repainted which is happening in fast gear!

Be it eateries, Lovely People around the street Brahmapuri is full of life

It indeed Nostalgic feel for all of us who were here to see the visuals come alive when Thala Ajith travels with his little daughter and Song album ...

Unakenna vennum solu

We been there before the Song came live on Big cinemas it will still our memories which will be kindled and yes was in repeat mode with visuals

Therinthathu theryathu parka porome ! ( we are headed to see whats called Unknown )

We packed the racks to Pushkar! yeah, Man Made A solo and only temple for Brahma who made the whole cosmos :)

Where to start my mind goes roller coaster when I even think of Pushkar

* Mela of festival

* Culture blends ( Jain Buddha & Hindu Gods Amalgamates here )

* Food

* Most visited place in North western India by Foreign Tourists

* Sage Life

* Love for Life

* Lost in Nomad steps around the city!

* yeah I almost forgot Malbua rabadi :) and more and more sweets

* Secret Jigardhanda doodh Bong Lassi will deftly get anyone High

* Hike to Savitri Hills what a view

Nothing can capsule the larger than life city!

we stayed two nights and three Full time roaming days with loads of street food Shopping and Of course sweets

What about the cattle fair?

* Largest cattle fair

This is the Santha! cattle fair in greater Rajasthan where any one who rears and wants cattle ranging from camels to horses Goats to Bulls will come and handpick the site of it and culture OMG! the fair happens just like a wedding day celebration