#ty drunk chandra >.>

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🔞 Ulfran in something sexy. (might be from a tipsy Chandra)

I think maybe 'new robes' might be the sexiest you can expect from Ulfran? But I mean, I think there's something to be said for new robes, too, if he can be convinced to get out of his usual drab browns and greys.

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hi!! so glad your requests are open again- can I get modern main six picking mc up from the airport after a long and tiring trip? ty 💖

Hi to you too anon, I’m glad my requests are back open too! I hope you like, I quite enjoyed this little scenario and I’ve got requests for a Modern AU so more of this is coming!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN and here is my Masterlist!

Asra

Always on time, Asra says it’s because he has ‘magic powers’.

In reality he just has the app that tells him when your planes land.

Likes to sneak up on you outside the gates, but his white as always hair  generally makes him stand out.

If he’s able to he’ll grab your bags before you’re through the gate and you find him sitting on the large suitcase with that fox-like smirk after he texts “Behind you! 😜” to your phone.

Standing up and opening his arms as you slouch into them and give him a tired kiss as he lifts you up so your toes are off the floor.

He usually pulls your chin up to give you another lingering kiss on your lips before picking up your bags.

He updates you on any news on the way to his car, opening the door for you and then lugging the bags into the trunk.

When he’s sitting in the car too Asra will lean over and give you another lingering kiss as he pops the glove compartment open.

Handing you your favourite snack and drink as well as popping in your favourite music CD or radio station.

On the car ride home Asra is either rubbing your knee or holding your hand at every possible second, talking about the new recipe he found for pumpkin bread and how Faust managed to escape her tank again.

His smooth chatter lulls you to sleep every time, that, and the jet lag.

Now that he expects it Asra has a nice warm pile of blankets and pillows to snuggle up in every time, cradling you in his arms as he lies back and enjoys the sound of your soft snores.

He doesn’t mean to but he usually falls asleep too, often times he finds the escaped Faust nestled up on his chest when the two of you wake.

You find it pretty funny how friendly that little snake is toward Asra, and how much she likes cuddles, but you can’t really complain.

Asra’s cuddles are the best.

Nadia

Usually on time, although her day job sometimes makes her a bit late.

She’ll text you all the same to tell you when she’s on her way or there.

Nadia usually waits by the exits to the airport for two reasons:

a) its hard to find her way in crowds (especially given she’s been on a few magazine covers) and...

b) she wouldn’t get to hold up the sign near the taxi drivers that says “love of my life” for you to find her (you get a few stares and giggles but it is pretty cute).

As you go up to her Nadia will loop her arm around yours and help you carry the bags with a vivid smile, asking how the journey went, etc...

Once the two of you have packed up the car Nadia will loop her arms around your neck and give you a long smooch on the cheek, giggling at the mark her lipstick leaves.

Rubbing it off with her thumb she’ll beckon you to get in the car and depending on what you want to do or what time it is Nadia will ask you if you want to go get a massage, or go to a restaurant.

Most of the time you shrug, wherever Nadia is you’ll be happy, although you really fancy some of your favourite take out food (think KFC/McDonalds/Chinese).

But whatever you want Nadia obliges with a wink and a kiss as you rumble down the roads in her car.

Afterwards when you’re yawning so wide Nadia jokes you could swallow an orange whole she takes you home where the two of you chat over your take out and joke over strange happenings.

Outside the owl Nadia has named Chandra watches your shadows by the window.

Then the two of you watch a movie, it doesn’t take long until you are asleep, snoozing against Naida’s chest as she fiddles with your hair and thinks about the meeting she has in the next hour.

She can cancel, this moment with you is much more important.

Julian

Julian is always late, every single time, but not overly so.

He’s never been more than an hour late, but night shifts are tough on him so you don’t really mind.

Its a good time to grab some coffee and sort out any missed calls on the flight whilst waiting for him. Free Wi-Fi is a god-send in airports.

Just as you’re about to check up with Julian on the phone, a tall lanky man, all too familiar pulls out a chair and slumps across the table.

Taking a final sip of your coffee you’d laugh if Julian didn’t look so upset about being late once again.

You just ruffle his hair sympathetically and nod in understanding as he grumbles into the table, dipping your own chin to rest it on the table.

You give him a quick fleeting kiss on the corner of his mouth when he looks up at your silence, face instantly going crimson as you place your hands either side of his face and nod to get out of the airport.

As the ‘gentleman’ he is Julian insists on carrying all your bags, it’s like a game of Tetris (that he’s loosing) as you watch him fumble disastrously with the keys, the truck and the bags.

When he sets aside the suitcase to open the door for you it starts loudly clattering away across the uneven ground and he has to race to save it from getting smashed under another car.

Once the two of you are finally in the car, Julian breathless from running and you breathless from holding back laughter the two of you give each other smiles and snigger between yourselves.

Julian offers you some of his cold coffee on the way back home, which you manage to decline. Thankfully your warm coffee is working just fine.

So much so that when you get back to your little apartment the two of you spend all night in the kitchen, talking, drinking and cooking some successful and not so successful dishes (thankfully the neighbourhood raven Julian has affectionately named Malak is more than happy for the scraps).

Somehow you’re both drunk enough to dance and twirl each other around, lazily kissing until you collapse to the floor leaning against Julian’s shoulder from the exhaustion in your feet.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Muriel

Muriel is usually early to the airport, he likes to make sure he can avoid traffic and have Inanna (a wolf dog mix) buckled up to come along. Inanna loves car rides.

And to your memory he has never been late once.

Given his dislike for crowds you usually find him perched on a bench outside the exit scanning the crowd for you and once he sees you his face brightens, then goes red when he realises he made such a face.

Inanna is instantly jumping at your heels as she runs to greet you, almost knocking you off balance as she does so, Muriel is up on his feet steadying you before you know it.

“Inanna missed you... and so did I.”

Your hand slipping into his Muriel leans down so that he can plant a kiss to the top of your head, cheekily you reach around his neck and hug him placing your lips against his with a small smirk.

He turns brighter red, beginning to lead you off to his car, carrying all your bags in one hand and leading along the suitcase in the other.

Once they’re in the trunk you bump into Muriel affectionately, his own smirk plays on his lips as he helps you up into the cab of his pickup, as soon as you’re seated Inanna is trying to lick your face.

As Muriel pushes Inanna off you he offers you some of your favourite seasoned bread and some boiled eggs to snack on as he drives the three of you home.

By the time you’re back home it’s raining and you racing Muriel into the house, you’re pretty sure he let you win but even so the both of you are soaked to the bone.

You spend the evening in your small bathroom, dancing around each other to reach things, somehow the two of you both fit in the tub together and wash each other’s hair.

Leaning back on Muriel in the warm soapy water is enough to make you doze as he combs your hair through his fingers.

Muriel makes you a nice warm meal just before you fall asleep properly in his arms with Inanna laying across the two of you.

You’re home.

Portia

Like her brother Portia is always famously late.

Usually because of her various hobbies and huge workload.

Retreating from the hustle and bustle of the airport you find a nice spot to chill out and flick through your phone, thankfully Portia sent you a text saying she’d be late but was on her way.

Just as you’re finishing a soda, a small Portia-shaped creature tackles you with a squeal of joy, bowling you over into the grass. Jubilantly yelling “you’re back! You’re back, you’re back, you’re back!”

It definitely creates a scene but you don’t much care about that as you hug Portia back, your face burying into her curls.

When you pull back Portia is reeling off all kinds of questions, barely taking a breath in between and not really waiting for your answers, with a roll of your eyes you give Portia a smooch to shut her up.

That triggers her to kiss you a bunch of times all over your face, until you yell for mercy.

The only one of the six who doesn’t drive Portia is glued to you as you ride the buses back home, as if she’s afraid you’ll leave again.

To make up for being late she’s brought you your favourite Starbucks/Costa drink and the two of you sip on them until you finally get home.

Pepi comes to greet you (in a little sweater?) with much meowing and by winding herself through your legs, it takes a lot of bribing with tuna for the cat to leave you be for the evening.

The two of you order in a pizza or two as Portia goes over her new hobby of making cat clothes with Pepi as the model, the cat gives you a miffed look that makes you laugh during the talk.

It takes hours for Portia to tell you what’s been going on and all the latest gossip, so much so that when she finally runs out of things to say you’re fast asleep with a placid smile on your lips.

Portia has god to admit, you’re pretty cute when you’re asleep.

Lucio

On time or late, but never early.

Lucio’s been counting down the seconds till he sees you again, but usually that leads to him getting bored and falling asleep.

That particular day Lucio is on time and it is not hard to miss him...

When he pulls up in his shiny new car (the second in a month) honking his custom horn and yelling your name from the window enthusiastically.

You let out a curt chuckle as he pulls up in the pick up bay and jumps out of his car, hair slicked back and ray-bans on his nose, not at all aware that his car is rolling forwards.

“Um...Lucio!”

“I know, I know, you missed me so much-” His arm comes to circle around your shoulders as he gives you a winning smile. You sigh wearily as the two of you hear a crunch.

“The handbrake is off again.”

Lucio is pouting in the cab of the recovery truck as it tows his car back home you can only comfort him about the loss of his new car.

But he surprises you when he explains that he was going to treat you to dinner at your absolutely favourite restaurant and that’s why he’s upset.

It’s so sweet that you cup his face and plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tousling his hair with your hand as you pluck his sunglasses off his face and sit them on your own nose.

Scoffing Lucio moves in to give you a much fiercer kiss, the recovery man clears his throat and you put a finger to Lucio’s lips to make him wait.

When you finally get dropped off and Lucio’s car is taken to the mechanic, you shrug when you get up to the apartment as Mercedes and Melinchor leap at your knees.

You manage to scavenge some microwave popcorn and a dusty wine bottle from the back of the cupboards (Lucio eats out a lot when you’re gone), and the two of you spend the evening watching terrible rom-coms.

Lucio kissing the back of your neck as you lie up against his chest, dozing off from his feather-light kisses.

Lucio only notice’s when you start to snore but despite the disaster of the day so long as you’re around not much can put him down.

Well except when he got a call saying his car was a write off.

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#Wayofliving_Part87 Sat sahib ji 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏

Ill-attempt to Get Supreme God Kabir Killed by a

Bloodthirsty Elephant

Khooni haathi mast hai, pag bandhey janjeer |

Garibdas jahan daariya, masak baandhi Kabir ||767||

Sinh roop Sahib dharya, bhaage ulte pheel |

Garibdas nahin samajhti, yaah duniya khaleel ||768||

Baney kehri sinh jit, chaunr shikahr asmaan |

Garibdas hasti lakhya, deekhae nahin jihaan ||769||

Kutae sheesh mahavatM, ankush sheer gargaap |

Garibdas ulta bhagae, taari deejaen thaap ||770||

Bhaale kokhaun maariye, charkhi chhootein paakh |

Garibdas nahin nikat jaay, kilki devaen laakh ||771||

Jaisi bhakti Kabir ki, aisi karae na koy |

Garibdas kunjar thakey, ulatey bhaage roye ||772||

Dum govaen moondi dhunae, saen na samjhae ek |

Garibdas deekhae nahin, aagae khadaa Alekh ||773||

Peelvaan dekhya tabae, khada kehri singh |

Garibdas aaye tahan, dhari Maula bahu rang ||774||

Utre Maula aras taen, bhaav bhakti kae het |

Garibdas tab Shah lakhey, Kabir Purush sahet ||775||

Leela ki Kabir ne, do roop mein rahe dees |

Garibdas Kabir kae, paas khade Jagdish ||776||

Jambhaayi angdayiyan, lambe bhaye Dayal |

Garibdas us Shah kun, maano darshya Kaal ||777||

Koti chandra shashi bhaan mukh, girad kund dum leel |

Garibdas tahan na tike, bhaagi gaye ranfeel ||778||

Nayan laal bhaun peet hain, doongar nak pahaar |

Garibdas us Shah kun, Sinh roop didaar ||779||

Mastak shikhar swarg lag, deeragh deh biland |

Garibdas Hari utre, kaatan jam ke fand ||780||

Girad naabhi nirbhae kalaa, dudkarae nahin koye |

Garibdas triloki mein, gaaj taas ki hoye ||781||

Jyun Narsinh Prahladkae, yun vah Narsinh Ek |

Garibdas Hari aaiya, raakhan janki tek ||782||

Baar-baar sataay kar, mastak leena bhaar |

Garibdas Shah yaun kahae, baksau ibki baar ||783||

Tahan sinh lyouleen hua, parcha ibki baar |

Garibdas Shah yaun kahae, Allah diya deedar ||784||

Sun Kashi ke panditau, Qaji Mulla peer |

Garibdas iske charan lyauh, Alah Alekh Kabir ||785||

Yauh Kabir Allah hai, utre Kashi dhaam |

Garibdas Shah yaun kaein, jhagar mooye be kaam ||786||

Qaji Pandit roothiya, ham tyagya yoh desh |

Garibdas shashtdal kahaen, jaadu sihar hamesh ||787||

In jaadu jantar kiya, hasti diya bhagaay |

Garibdas it na rahaen, Kashi bidri jaay ||788||

Kashi bidri chahaun disha, thaambhan hara Ek |

Garibdas kaise thambhae, bidre bauhat anek ||789||

Translation: - Speech no. 767-789: - Tying the hands and feet ofGod Kabir, he was put inside a ground where severe punishmentwas given to heinous criminals. That ground was similar to a present-time stadium. The King and the office-bearers used to sit on a stage.

The spectators used to surround the arena. An elephant was trainedto kill people. It was made to develop a liking for alcohol and blood.

It was called a blood-thirsty elephant. King Sikander and other ministers were sitting. The people were standing all around it. Whenthe elephant rider (a mahout who overcomes an elephant and ridesit) brought the blood-thirsty elephant towards Kabir Ji to kill him,

Supreme God Kabir showed an image of a lion which was only visible to the elephant. The elephant was drunk. On seeing the lion, itfearfully ran back. The elephant rider hit the elephant with spears,

but the elephant did not go towards Kabir Ji. God Kabir showed alion standing there to the elephant rider too. The elephant rider alsofell off the elephant out of fear. The elephant ran away. God Kabir'sbondage broke and He stood up. He stretched his arms on standingup, and yawned. He grew massively tall. His head was touching thesky. Light of infinite suns was emitting from His body. This was onlyvisible to King Sikander. The King fearfully stood up, came down to

the ground, and said, "Forgive me. I have committed a grave mistake. I have had a sight of God." The King said to the public, "Thisis Allahu Akbar. He has come to Earth in Kabir Form. Get yourself

salvaged by touching His feet." But the unfortunate Qajis, Mullahsand Pandits said, "Kabir has scared the elephant away by casting a

spell on it. We are going." On saying this, all those sinful souls wentaway. God reduced His body to normal size and disappeared the

lion. He went to His hut.

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[inadeeptrance]

Dare I say it?

From Kishore Kumar to Asha Bhosle to a little bit of Mumtaz and Kajol - this is a Sunday Rangoli show in my head. I am teeing off a three-minute conversation with Raju and Aftab. We did a collective sigh of the micro nuances Kishore Kumar brought to his songs. We marveled at the lines

'Thoda hai, thodae ki zaroorath hai'

He has sung for one brother (in the movie Khatta Meeta), romanticizing his future with his girlfriend. The same lines are sung by KK for another brother thinking about his white whale, a van he is trying to fix. With Raju singing those lines and mentioning KK's 'gayaki' genius, it got embedded in my immediate consciousness waiting to resurface. Here is a little insight into how my mind maps songs to situs. Suppose Chandra asks me what uppuma should we have. I typically go 'saboodhaana doondtha hai, saboodhaana doondtha hai' in a poor offkey imitation of Bhupinder Singh's

'Ek akela is sheher mein... aabodhana doondtha hai'.

I know. She suffers a lot. When she quizzed me about certain 'surprise' birthday parties that may or may not occur this week, I did the blasphemy of singing a KK song.  

'Keh dhoon thumhein? Ya chup rahoon? Dil mein mere aaj kya hai... jo bolo tho janoon, Guru thumko maanoon, Chalo ye bhi waadha hai'

This song quickly became the earworm for the week. I am tying it back to the gayaki discussion and KK's clear as sunlight genius. The possible brief for the song from Yash Chopra to RDB, poet Ludhianvi, singers KK, and Asha Bhosle - 'this is a Salim-Javed show that I have to direct. One brother is intensity personified, and his story arc is one of escalating personal tragedy. We need this song for the other brother as a pressure valve. This brother is a happy person with a future to look forward to with a girl who guarantees normalcy. What have you got?' RDB comes up with a beautiful tune set in a conversational style with dips and pauses and a banter space. Through the poet, Neetu Singh's character throws situations at the Shashi Kapoor character with some pre-conceived innocent outcomes. He squashes them with more thrill-seeking alternatives that she probably wants to come from him. The opening line itself is challenging to reproduce, even if it is for an audience of one. KK starts with a ballast - Keh dhoon thumhein - the slightest of pauses - ya chup rahoon - more questions in three short words, but the rahoon also has his freakish yodeling. Any hopes of doing anything other than just listening goes out of the window. The quintessential Asha surfaces in her 'are na na' and then 'nahin re, nahin re, nahin re'. You can capture an era with those lines and how Asha renders them. The second set of 'nahin re' has the slightest of changes compared to the first as Shashi Kapoor gets that more demanding and Neetu Singh has to be a bit more decisive with her 'no's. This Asha note was the point when I made the jump to Mumtaz and

'Jai Jai shiva shankar'

from aap ki kasam. Lata sang that number where Mumtaz excels with the 'gir jaaoongi, mar jaaongi' down the steps taken to an art form for drunken trance. I let my mind wander to a what-if - why not Asha instead of Lata in this number. The Asha notes and gayaki would have made an already intoxicating song giddier. While it would just be impossible to dance like you don't know how to dance while being drunk, the way Mumtaz does, Kajol comes mighty close. The closest we have is Kajol's

'Zara sa jhoom loon mein'

And it is now the male singer forced to say no with 'na re baba na.' It felt like a complete circle in my head, forcing me to stop branching any further. It's raining outside. It is a Sunday. Holidays are looming. Time again to hit this playlist a few more times and see where the mind wanders.

There I said it.