#arjuna x krishna

[zeherili-ankhein]

I CAN'T EXPLAIN HOW MUCH THE EYE CONTACT IS MAKING ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET

The art is sooo good tho ahahhahdhdhd

ALSO THE BITE- HELP IM DED AJSJSJSHSH

A 'small' KrishnArjuna fanart 🤭🥰✨️💖🦋🦚🙆‍♀️

[15pantheons]

Krishna x Arjuna headcanons??? PWEEEEEJJJJJJ

Yup!!

[rorapostsbl]

krishna x arjun.

(it's just a random piece now, might put it together properly on A03 depending on the response. >.<)

the time had come. krishna knew, just like he knew when would another soul in this land would grace it's demise. more often than not, he would be the one to put them to eternal peace.

he just wished— wished that he wouldn't have to go like this. all alone, without his parth by his side, cradling his face in his delicate yet such sturdy hands.

fingers that have brushed against his own, hands that have dressed his wounds, on the rare occasions that he would have them. hands that have fed him. palms that have grazed against his cheek, hugged him close. those hands that put him at peace.

human sentiments were rather hard to let go of. and the most purest, innocent of them all — his love. he couldn't help it, not really. not when his parth would be woken up by his feet brushing against krishna's sleeping form, sleep soft and confused.

rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, he would shake awake krishna, unaware that he woke up minutes before his beloved did.

“what are you doing here madhav?” he would ask, eyes wide and innocent, voice still husked and cracky.

“nothing, parth.” he would flash his smile, the one only meant for arjuna. the ache in his palms said otherwise, but he would fall asleep massaging his beloved's feet till the ends of time itself, only if it meant that arjuna would fall asleep peacefully.

love, krishna found, laid in arjuna's sparkling, mischievous eyes. peace, was in his hands, running through krishna's curly locks, tugging apart his knots and soothing his groan of pain. calmness, was in his stature, always steady, reliable. a constant presence by his side, if not physically then in his thoughts.

he just wished he could relive it one last time before he goes.

but, sometimes, the universe doesn't grant wishes. not even his. he, who is narayan.

-

the moment arjun felt the ground beneath his feet slip— his heart trembled in a way he had only felt when he had been near his own death by the hands of his own son.

falling to his feet, he stared at his trembling hands, dirt clinging onto his fingernails, ants scattered around, traveling up his wrists.

something was terribly wrong. his heart squeezed painfully, another rush of blood that left him hearing his heartbeat in his own ear.

“krishna.”

he called, desperate. in his mind first, frantic— waiting for the familiar calmness to wash over his doubts and worries whenever he took his name.

he waited, eyes blurring as his panic grew. he tried again, his voice cracking — nothing happened.

and that's when he knew.

he had left. left without telling arjun, left without taking arjun with him. left arjun, his parth, all alone in this cruel, cold world.

when arjun glanced upwards, into the darkened clouds, he felt something wet drop onto him. seconds later, rain drenched him wet— furious and unrelenting, pattering against the ground.

when he led his horse towards dwarka, an urgency cursing through his veins— that is when he knew— knew that what little of powers he had, were gone too.

he glanced at his hands, trembling as they struggled to lead his horse. the horse he had been trained to ride ever since he had been able to say his own name.

he tightened his hold on the horses, white-knuckled as he willed for it to run faster— he needed to perform his duties. duties that krishna had bestowed upon him.

he went forward, even when all that he wanted to do was to run in the opposite direction — find a way that would guide him to madhav, his madhav.

the thought of leading a life without his presence felt as if hell had rained upon him. he couldn't survive here much longer— even if it was krishna himself who asked him to do so.

-

part 2.

[blue-lotus333]

I am getting mentally unstable due to the sheer lack of Arjuni/krishnarjuna content

yaaa

it's been a few months and it's died down

I hope you're still into that ship tho

[holograham-crackers]

boy get up counterfeit Bhagavad Gita is still taking over my life ,,,,

[blue-lotus333]

@h0bg0blin-meat

BLOOKIESS

a summary of the gita

[h0bg0blin-meat]

[hum-suffer]

Mannmohan, he is named, aptly.

He's a child and you're holding him in your arms and he has big eyes and his mouth is open and his cheeks are red and he's laughing so easily. He's telling his friends a new plan to go and steal makhan. He just smote a monster. He's a target for death. He owns death.

He's a teen and his hair is longer and luscious, and his lips are pink and his eyelashes are so long, the way his voice hasn't even cracked during puberty is wonderful and laughable in the same breath. He's walking away from the only home he knows and he's watching as people cry for him, beg him to return so they may always shower him with love and pamper him. He just killed his uncle. He's a usurper. Everything belongs to him.

He's a man and he's so beautiful even the brightest stars and the most beautiful flowers are envious of him. His cheeks are full, his eyes are big and his shoulders are broad, he holds himself like he is a king rather than a shepherd. He's making bets with his friend and his brother as to who will win the marathon they're planning. He can summon the deadliest weapon in the universe. He's Dangerous. He's protective.

He's a man and his chest rises and falls as he looks at the woman he loves and he is a god but he worships her. He will wear the colours she likes and he will play the tunes she loves, if only to see her smile. He has a crown on his head. He bows down and lets her step on his knees to help her up the chariot. He's a kidnapper. He's a rescuer.

He's a father and he holds his son in his arms for a moment and something makes him laugh. Spring comes as he is happy. His hair curls as if smiling too and his eyes are warm and his hands are tight on the infant. He will lose his child. His child will always be a part of him.

He's a man, a family man, as he stands on the battlefield. His hand is raised and it has scars and it shows the years which he has fought and won. He has a chariot wheel in his hand, lifting it up easily and fury burns in his dark eyes and power rushes through his veins instead of mere mortal blood. Another man is kneeling at his feet, begging for another wish. He wants to kill. He gives another chance.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt. 1

Yudhisthir

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

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

Women respector since before 5000BC.

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

Bheem

Posts photos of foods he likes.

Always posts about what he's cooking.

Gives gym tips to beginners.

Probably has "never stop bulking 💪" in his bio

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

Arjun

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

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

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

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

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

Nakul

Sexy and he knows it.

Thirst traps.

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

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

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

Sahdev

Does not want to be here

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

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

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

Krishn

The definition of Hot Mess™

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

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

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

Cute couple reels with Rukmini

[questioninglifern]

OH MY GOD CRYING SCREAMING SHOUTING😭💓

Arjuna : So what do you want me to help you with?

Krishna: World domination

Arjuna : Keshav how can I help you with that

Krishna: You are my world

Arjuna : Wow Keshav that’s sweet..

Krishna: ….

Arjuna : Oh.

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Krishna, in Vishwaroop, asks his Beloved Parth, "Am I not scary?"

And Arjuna replies, "Scary? My God, you're Divine!"

[archpoet77]

Arjun : I need relationship advice.

Krishna: Just because I’m married to Rukmini doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

[rorapostsbl]

krishna x arjun.

part 2.

“O Daruka, I shall not be able to cast my eyes, even for a single moment, on the earth bereft of Arjuna.”

krishna had the habit of sticking to his words. his promises. this was a rather simple one. he wouldn't, couldn't live a moment without arjun by his side on earth. he fulfilled his word.

he left before he'd have to witness time take away the only one that held his heart in their hands.

he couldn't bare the sight of arjun on earth either, each stumbling step of the other was a dagger straight into his own being— he could feel the desperation clinging and wearing out his parth, fighting to find his way out and towards krishna.

he couldn't interfere with it, he knew. but he could tweak with it. and so, he closed his eyes briefly, calling upon all the grief clinging onto arjun's body.

-

life felt bereft of meaning for arjun. the sun didn't shine as brightly anymore, flowers were dull and lacked their scent. the trees looked grey and his food felt ash— what little of it he could have anyway.

he had lost his powers. his ability to protect, preserve and save anyone from danger and harm. he felt hollow from within, his soul that madhav had taken with him to his abode.

that night he went to bed, his eyes restless and burning with lack of proper sleep. instead of his pricking bed and internal frustration, he could feel himself loosen up the moment his back touched the bed.

it was almost as if— as if he could feel his madhav's finger trail down his arms, working out the knots and the scratches that had bled. he fell asleep almost immediately, the familiar waft of parijat lulling him away from the world and it's troubles.

-

the way back to his other half would rather be a tough one, he had realised. but it wouldn't be the one to stop him either, he had vowed. and so then they set off towards the himalayas.

all arjun wished for was those strong, sturdy arms to engulf him again. for those twinkling eyes to grace his being and put his soul to rest.

-

when his end came near, arjun gladly crossed the bridge that had held him away from his beloved. he didn't feel any remorse— only his need to find krishna amplified.

“madhav?” arjun had called, desperate and searching. his feet led him to somewhere and nowhere— nothing could be seen, not a sign of life, flowers or peace.

empty, it was all empty.

the similar feeling of frustration knocked over him, where was he?

“krishna,” he called out, his voice cracking at the end. he just wanted to be reunited with his madhav, just for once.

and then, suddenly — a bright light flashed, blinded him with its radiance and he was knocked out.

-

“oh, priyatama.” krishna said, hands brushing away the curls that stuck to his arjuna's forehead.

“you're finally here,” he whispered as he felt the missing piece of his heart slot itself back together. the flowers bloomed, spread out their alluring scent. the trees buffed up with their leaves. everything slotted right back into its place — and krishna could finally breathe again.

the moment he let go of his hand connecting him to arjun's sleeping form, the call of his name reverberated, loud and clear. he looked down, startled, at arjun's still asleep body.

it caught him off-guard before he chuckled, eyes fond and loving as he shifted, placing his hands on arjun's feet and began massaging them, slowly. he did so until he fell asleep himself.

and then,

“madhav?” he was shook awake, wide, curious and doubtful eyes staring right back into his.

he blinked, still unaware whether it was a fragment of his imagination or his reality, away from the clutches of maya.

“parth,” he breathed, felt the burden come off his shoulders as his ears were blessed with the voice they craved to hear for so long.

and then, he was tackled right into the ground, his priyatama right ontop of him. arjun was rather angry it seemed, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he glared down at him and for once, krishna felt raw terror rush through him at the sight of his beloved's anger.

he certainly didn't want to be soaked in rain just so soon.

“you,” a finger jabbed right onto where his heart was, beating for arjuna.

“how dare you leave me alone?” another jab and ouch. that hurt.

what hurt more was the obvious pain in arjun's eyes, reflecting so clearly back onto his own. his arjun, perched ontop of his thighs, curls framing his face as angry hot tears ran down his face, eyes red rimmed. his lips had been bitten red, too.

it was clearer now, much up close and near at how hard had his parth taken the hit of his absence. he felt so much lighter, collarbones peaking out, eyes sunken in. his face had lost its boyish charm and replaced it with desperation and anxiety.

“you left me all alone madhav. how could you? how could you bare the thought of me living a moment without you?” arjun heaved between his own sobs, days of frustration and longing finally being poured out and onto it's rightful owner. the cause of it all.

“oh. priye,” krishna whispered, pouring all his love into those words as he reached up, abit hesitant, before placing his palms onto arjun's cheeks, thumbs catching the tear drops.

even his tear drops could be stored as diamonds, any other luxury that one could just wish to have.

his touch calmed arjun enough for the tears to stop flowing. then only had the painful clenching of his heart had finally dispersed, untangling it's vein as he saw light return into his beloved's eyes.

“sometimes,” he began, hands settling on arjun's waist as he pulled him closer, feeling the brush of those curls graze his face, delicate in their being. the sigh of relief that left arjun at the faint contact drawed all the tension out of krishna's shoulders too.

“sometimes,” he repeated, blinking away the daze of bliss that had surrounded them, “there are situations that lie out of my control. i do not wish to interfere with destiny and time itself unless it is necessary, parth.”

arjun nodded once, before leaning in closer, much closer than they had ever been previously. a shiver of anticipation went through him when arjun's breath hit him just for him to dip below and settle in his cavicle.

krishna's ears burned red at his fleeting imagination — feeling the brush of stubble against his torso as arjun snuggled in closer, dropping his weight fully onto krishna.

not that he ever complained. instead, he drew his hands around the other's waist, running a soothing hand upon his back as he pressed a kiss into those curly, brown locks.

“i hope i am forgiven then?” he asked, waiting with a bated breath and a fist full of curls in his hand, fingers automatically starting to work into the skin, massaging and drawing away years worth of fighting and pain.

“who said i was ever angry on you?” came back the muffled reply.

krishna simply held him even closer, vowing to never let go of his arjun ever again.

afterall, he was a man of his words.

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Arjun: *faints from embarrassment*

Others in the room: what in the actual fu-

Krishna: *knew what was gonna happen but still did it* *smirks at his Parth*

Draupadi: *confused* wasn't aryaputra Arjun the top-

Krishna: yesn't actually

Nakul: *smiling smugly* omg i didn't know bhrata Arjun was like this-

@h0bg0blin-meat you NEED to see THIS

Arjun - Sahdev

Sahdev: So ya’ll have nick names?

Arjun: Nah we don’t do that.

Sahdev: UH HUH

Sahdev: Hey, what is the other name for dad?

Arjun: Daddy?

Krishna, from the other side of the room: Yes kitten?

Arjun:

Sahdev:

Arjun:

Sahdev: Don’t ever lie to my face again.

@incorrectmahabharatquotes @askhindumyths @hindumythologyevent

@1nsaankahanhai-bkr @soniaoutloud @supermeh-krishnafan @amandaanubis

[blue-lotus333]

Krishna x Arjuniya 🦚☁️

“Arjuniya, having seen in confusion on the left side of the pleasing goddess Radhika, propitiating and offering a tāmbūla to him of a bright smile, was overcome with the passion of love. Then Sri Krishna, who knew everything, knowing her to be like that, seized her hand, and he the lord, the great master of magical art secretly sported with her in the entire pleasure-forest.”

- Padma purana, 177b-196a

(Art by _shirosawa on twitter)

[holograham-crackers]

Boy get up, new Bhagavad Gita just dropped /j

(this is definitely not code for,,,,, how I definitely did not post Krishjun fic on ao3 :sweating nervously:)