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[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part fourteen

(a/n - have you missed me? hellooooo there, sorry for vanishing for six whole months, I just lost the will to write, me thinks. anyway, enjoy? enjoy.

~ juhi <3)

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Bijjaladeva stormed out of the palace, as fast as his legs could carry him. It had been eight whole months since he had seen his son, and he slowly went insane in the huge palace by himself. Kattappa governed the empire on Bhalla’s behalf, adding insult to his father’s injury. Now that his son had finally returned to him, he could be happy. 

Or so he had thought.

Bhalla returned to Mahishmati with his fully pregnant wife, her best friend’s words from six months ago ringing in his ears. 

Devasena stood a few metres away from Bhalla, her grip on her sword steel-like. “She needs to be at Sundarsi right now, and you know that. Why did you bring her here?” “Because she needs her best friend more.” Bhalla stared ahead, watching the small kingdom. 

“Kuntala looks like it has recovered.” Devasena scoffed at his remark and glared at him. “No thanks to you.” Silence settled as her eyes softened slowly. “You can keep her here however long you wish to, but she needs to be at her home to be truly happy. To be safe. Or her child-”

“I can’t take her to Sundarsi, that will alert my father of our whereabouts immediately. I wish to be away from him, for their sake. He would kill them both if we go now. She’s safest here, away from my father’s evil intent.”

He sighed, turning to Devasena. “I need to protect her, and the one coming to us soon. So think of this as me trying to be a good husband.” Devasena kept staring at him, her eyes cold, and she turned to leave. She paused, her back to him. “You need to go to Sundarsi for your wife, though. Her child needs to be born there, and you know that.” Bhalla huffed, nodding. 

“I do know what they both need, but for now, let us stay here until the time is right.”

Bijjaladeva froze the minute Aarya set foot into the palace, his eyes bulging out as he stared at her pregnant body, tears filling his eyes as he turned to look at Bhalla, his lips wobbling as he raised a shaky finger up at his son. “What have you done?” He cried, horrified and disgusted. Bhalla stared coldly at his father as Aarya dutifully bent down slowly to seek Bijjaladeva’s blessings. “We seek your b-” “Silence, you witch!” Bijjaladeva thundered, glaring at her as he stepped back, looking at her and then at his son. “How could you do this, Bhalla? You wed and now she’s expecting a child?! A child from her is no less than a curse to us, to our kingdom!” Bhalla silently helped Aarya stand up again, rubbing her belly gently and supporting her back, fondly smiling at her, before turning to coldly stare at his father. “You will not speak ill of my child, Nanna, or of my wife.” Bhalla’s proud smirk peeked through when he called Aarya his wife, and Bijjaladeva fumed. 

“Wife? Wife?! You trust this witch of a woman that much? You left your kingdom for months, letting it be governed by a slave, and you returned with this vile woman, swollen with a monster like her, and you expect me to be completely alright with it?!” Bijjaladeva glared at Aarya and pointed at her belly with disgust, spitting venom. “Are you even certain that this vile witch is carrying your-” A dagger materialised in Aarya’s hand as she pointed it at Bijjaladeva’s throat, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she pressed it in enough to draw out blood. Bhalla coldly glared at his father, a protective arm around Aarya. “Speak however you wish to about me, not a word against my child.” Aarya hissed, stepping forward as Bijjaladeva’s eyes shook, unable to look at her. “You’re old and my king’s father, so I’m bound to give you a little more respect than your worthless self deserves, but don’t mistake my manners and morals as weakness.” Bhalla calmly pulled her back, gently taking the dagger out of her hands as he smiled at her. “Aarya, you need to rest, come on. Go to our quarters, I’ll be with you shortly. I need to talk to my father.” Aarya nodded, following a few soldiers and maids and leaving, and Bhalla turned to glare at his father. “Aarya told you to say whatever you want about her, but if you even think of doing so again I’ll slit your throat myself, Nanna. She’s my wife, your daughter-in-law and the Empress of Mahishmati and Sundarsi.” Bhalla watched as his father’s face crumbled, a flurry of emotions passing through him as the old man choked and stumbled upon his words, tears running down his face. “You- all this, for a sleazy wo-” 

“No. All this, for my woman. For my wife.” 

Bhalla glared at him and stepped closer, towering over him as he slowly spoke. “I’m warning you for the last time, Nanna. Not a word against my queen; not a word against the mother of my child.” Bhalla turned and stalked off as his father was left behind, alone yet again. Bijjaladeva collapsed on the floor, weeping like a lost child, watching the emperor of Mahishmati with his family.

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Aarya sat on her bed, sighing softly as she rubbed her swollen belly, shifting uncomfortably as she settled down. Being pregnant wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, it’s honestly not talked about enough. The pains, the discomfort, the uneasy changes in the body. Aarya scowled, trying to find some sort of comfort when she heard a chuckle and turned to see her husband watching her, a smug smile on his face. She scowled harder, rolling her eyes. “Aarya, this is ridiculous, you know that. I still don’t know why you’re so mad at me.” Bhalla waltzed over, gently lifting her and fixing pillows under to make her comfortable exactly how she preferred, moving to sit behind her as he pushed her head into his lap, massaging her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m not mad at all, husband.” Aarya refused to sigh out in relief as he massaged her head, his hands slowly moving to her shoulders. “I just wish to know why we are here and not in Sundarsi.” She sat up and Bhalla smirked, nodding. “You’re not mad, are you?” “I wish to give birth in my kingdom and you brought me—”

“I brought you here only to show my father how happy you make me, my queen.” Bhalla interrupted gently, cradling her face. “I brought you here so that my wife would step foot in the palace, not just the Queen of Sundarsi. I brought the Empress of Mahishmati, the mother of my heir and my wife to Mahishmati. And I know I did no wrong.” Aarya stared at him, sighing softly as she moved closer to him, resting her back against his chest as he gently wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. She watched as he interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her fingers as he raised her arm to kiss her fingertips. 

“I still wish to give birth in Sundarsi, Bhalla.” She whispered, looking at him softly. “I know, my queen, and you will. Because as much as the child inside is mine, I’m glad you have a bigger claim on the little one.” He kissed her temple again, leaning lower to kiss the place her neck met her shoulder, running a soothing hand over her side.

Aarya smiled softly at his affection, nuzzling into him. “Who do you think it will be? A prince or a princess?” Bhalla chuckled at her question, kissing her cheek. “A warrior, like my wife.” Aarya blushed and giggled, shaking her head. “Your wife hasn’t been a warrior ever since she’s gotten a child inside her, you know. That’s a long time.”

Bhalla softly stared at Aarya and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “This is also a battle you’re fighting, Aarya. Do you think I don’t notice the doubt and fear in your eyes every single second of the day? The worry, the insecurity, the troubled questions about yourself and this unborn little royal.”

He kissed her, pulling her closer as his hand ran over her back, making her sigh softly. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve had the pleasure of knowing my entire life, and I’m the son of Rajamata Sivagami. I’ve seen you govern your kingdom while on the run, care for me, yourself, our child, help Devasena rebuild her kingdom, not complain a single time about our conditions and push through all of it with the most graceful smile.” Bhalla caressed her face, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve known women were the fiercest forces on this planet, but I only truly understood how strong after seeing you. I love everything about you, Aarya, and I’ll help in any way that I can to aid you in this internal battle of yours. And if I must take you to your kingdom, I shall.”

Aarya calmly stared at her husband through his monologue, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised just how much Bhalla changed in the last few months, a change even Devasena couldn’t believe despite seeing it with her own eyes.

Aarya kissed his forehead and smiled gently at him, cupping his face. “I’m so proud that my child has you as a father. Amarendra would be, as well.” Bhalla softened at her words, resting his head against hers as they simply basked in each other’s presence. 

— — —

Aarya rested in Bhalla’s arms as they sailed to Sundarsi, and he gently rubbed her hips to soothe any of her pains. His father, who came to talk to him, saw him and fumed silently, turning and walking back to his room in the ship, pausing in front of the small statue of Durga Maa that was sailing along with them. “You… you made me bring that woman into our lives, haven’t you? Fine. I'll be the one to make sure she’s gone as well. Forever.”

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[devarathashouryangaraisar]

Mahishmati Crown skipping the most important generation

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Attended a quiz today and a question was how Athirappilly Falls garnered fame. Didn't even read the entire question, immediately knew it was Bahubali.

[hum-suffer]

We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 8

"I have a job for you." Gauri tells Bhairav on a quiet day, as soon as the whispers of her accident have died down.

"Find me the man who catered to Ratan, my horse. And find me Ratan's vet."

He looks confused for a moment but then nods in understanding. "As my princess commands."

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"You have no sense of adventure," Gauri says laughingly as she adjusts the waist of her dhoti— Bahu's dhoti fit her well enough, he's just an inch taller, that braggart. It's been weeks since her hand has been encased in a cast.

Bhairavrath looks on worriedly. "My princess, with your hand yet to be healed, I do not think it is appropriate to sneak out. Especially at this time of night."

"I have two blades on me," she says, pointing at her waist and her calf,"And I have you. What shall I have to fear, unless, of course, it's you that I must fear?"

His eyes widen almost comically and he takes an aborted step forward before he remembers his blasted manners and stays where he is.

(Gauri is disappointed at the amount of control he has over his audacity these days. It's like his promotion has ended his humour and she needs some entertainment back desperately.)

"Never, my princess," he insists, almost panicking. "If I dare to opine, I believe this is," he pauses again and settles on a word Gauri just knows he wouldn't have used if he wasn't so adamant on being polite,"dangerous."

Reckless, she thinks, he would have called her reckless.

Gauri raises an eyebrow. "You may always opine without hesitation, Bhairavrath, however, I reserve the right to agree or disagree with your opinions. And right now, your princess needs to leave this palace before she loses her mind."

He hesitates again.

Gauri sighs and softens at him. She knows how much it would cost him if something were to happen to her while under his protection. "It's Shivratri, Bhairavrath," she says softly,"I need to go to the temple, there is no idol of Mahadev here. But, if you're so hesitant, I will abstain from putting you in a position that will jeopardize you."

Maa didn't allow her to go with them to the temple because of the crowd that would be present and the jostling that could further delay her healing process. But it's Shivratri, and if Gauri doesn't have a pact with Mahadev to show up to his residence and complain to him about everything that goes in her life, what does she really want to live for?

(Gauri—she remembers the day her uncle gave her the name mockingly, telling her that she was no goddess and she was no Shakti and. And. She wasn't her mother.

Gauri adopted the name like armour, but the armour weighs her down some days. Only looking at Gauraang himself, Mahadev, she can ever feel at peace. She doesn't want to compare herself to Mahadev, never, but the solidarity camaraderie she shares with him is the only time she doesn't feel suffocated by the overwhelming and unreturned love she harbours for everything but herself.)

Bhairavrath bows his head. "I do not wish to hold you back from worship, my princess. I apologise. I will come with you and I will bring you back safe and sound as well."

"And I shall not let anyone find out just how good you are to me, Bhairavrath." Gauri smiles at him, thankful and again overwhelmed.

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Maa looks at her suspiciously the next day when Gauri has left over marks of turmeric on her fingers from doing tilak on Mahadev's forehead in the temple.

Gauri adjusts her bright yellow bindi obviously, and Maa gives her a once over before taking a deep breath and moving her eyes back to the accounts she's reading as Gauri practises her sitar.

Gauri can feel Bhairavrath's sigh of relief twenty feet away and she tucks in a laugh at him.

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Gauri wakes up at the crack of dawn on her birthday.

Amrendra is snuggling her on one side and Bhalla is on her other side. Gauri sighs and tightens her arms around her pillow, closing her eyes once more before her brothers figure out that she's awake.

But it seems that she's too late and Bahu knows her too well, for he shifts and grabs her hand as soon as her eyes close.

"Happy Birthday, sister," he says, voice breaking with sleep and emotion. Gauri hums and drops her head to drop a kiss on his forehead.

"Happy Birthday, brother."

Bhalla swings his arm dramatically and lays it on the two of them with a thud that knocks out the breath from Gauri's lungs. "Happy Birthday to my biggest annoyances. Now, let me sleep."

"Go to your room, then." Gauri grumbles at him but shifts comfortably under his arm anyway. "No one invited you here, you know? Run away, goodbye."

Bhalla huffs, but makes no move to get up from the bed. His elbow pokes at the back of Gauri's neck and she elbows his stomach in response. He knees her calf and before she can retaliate, Bahu swats her head and Bhalla's shoulder.

"Let me sleep, you morons." He says groggily. "Mahadev cursed me with the two of you."

"You love us, really." Bhalla replies and Gauri can feel his grin in his voice. "You're just jealous because you're no fun."

With a muffled groan, she tries to sleep again.

She falls asleep in her brothers' arms with a smile and a tear in the corner of her eye.

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Gauri wears her mother's blue and white saree on her birthday.

The blouse fits her, just barely— she has to loosen it up by a couple of inches and it's hers. The altercation can be erased, she knows, but the threads that end up on the floor of her room make her wonder if she's actually done this. If she altered everything that belonged to her mother. If she replaced her mother.

She shakes the feeling off— her heart is already heavy with too much love for the people who will never love her the same, she doesn't need an unexplained grief adding to it's weight.

Her hands are already coloured in alta, and she's wearing the new anklets that Maa gifted her. The book that Bhalla gifted her and the brass knuckles that Bahu gifted her are stored safely in her room.

They perform a abhishekh in the Mahadev temple, their birthday coinciding with a merged Shivratri. Bahu, wearing the angvastra she sewed for him from scratch, somehow manages to get his knees wet. Bhalla laughs at him for being a klutz and gets flicked with a handful of water as a result.

Maa holds her hand as they sit in the palkhi. Her eyes are wet as she whispers,"I wish your mother had been here. She would have loved you."

Is it because now I'm beginning to like things she used to like?

"You know, once, she pranked your father on their wedding anniversary. She replaced his honey laced water with castor oil. He was always reckless, you see, and he drank almost half a glass before he stopped." Maa's mischievous smile tells her that she had something to do with the idea too and Gauri laughs.

"Another time, she unfolded and unstitched almost half of his tunics because he laughed at her while she was trying to learn sword fighting." Maa continues, giggling with Gauri now.

This is nice, Gauri thinks. It's everything I wanted.

Maa holds Gauri's hand tenderly. "I will give you all her things when you turn eighteen. You're already so much more than what any of us could even think of."

Gauri ducks her head and maa drops a kiss on her cheek. She closes her eyes and breathes in the obscure smell of wood of the palkhi, the cotton of Maa's saree and the flowers weaved into her own hair. She rests her head on Maa's shoulder, eyes closed and sighs.

Maa sings something about the goddess Ashoksundari talking with her mother, Devi Parvati. It speaks something about burdens Gauri already feels as her shoulders droop and the only thing she wants is for the peace the tune gives her.

I am my mother's darling daughter

Blood of love and dance of devotion

I am my mother's darling daughter

Truth of a curse and laugh of a death.

I am my mother's darling daughter

Barefoot running and mindless singing

I am my mother's darling daughter

All that's hers is mine these days

I am my mother's darling daughter

I inherited the curses she earned and the blessings she gave.

Hesitantly, Gauri thinks she is beginning to lessen her resentment for her mother's perfections. It isn't her fault that people look for her shadow in Gauri's eyes.

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Bhairav escorts Gauri back to her rooms after dinner, when the palace is way too silent and asleep to take note of him walking beside her.

She absently runs her fingers through the end of her braid, untangling knots as she hums a tune that she prepared for her sitar lessons tomorrow.

Bhairav dutifully stops outside of her rooms. "My princess?" His voice is hesitant and Gauri instantly gives him all her attention. He's older than her by a year, she knows, but treating him as something special comes naturally to her— especially when his comfort is her responsibility and oath.

"I have the names of the people who care for Ratan on the daily basis and the vet who is currently attending to him."

She nods. "We shall give them a visit of thanks tomorrow, for caring for my dear mount so well."

He nods. Gauri sees his palm flex and his throat work as if he's trying to force himself to speak something. But he doesn't. Gauri tilts her head in question and he finally seems to break out of his stupor with a firm shake of his head.

"Good night, my princess."

She thinks there's more he might want to say but he doesn't know how to ask him to speak of it without commanding him forcefully. She doesn't want him to speak because she ordered it.

"Good night, my archer."

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Tbh i honestly don't really like this chapter all that much because there's a lot of things happening at once but we must keep to the timeline 🥲 do tell me your thoughts!!

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[rosellerivers19]

I HATE Pushpa (the character)

Pushpa is a movie that was released during the pandemic and became a massive hit. Even Bollywood stars commented on the movie. The songs were memorable and the song Sooseki got around 100 million views even though the second movie hadn't released yet.

It seems South indian Cinema is getting more appreciated with films like Bhaubali, RRR and KGF Chapter 1/2 and Devara might even gain more attention due to Jr. Ntr's presence. (Which I'm super excited about I loved him ever since I was young, him and Ram charan were one of my favorites so RRR was a pleasant surprise)

I'm just disappointed that Pushpa's story is the one thats getting this attention.

Pushpa has good BGM, the setting is cool and cinematography can be considered good and Allu Arjun is always appreciated but the story is where it lacks.

Can I understand it? Yes, I've been watching TollyWood movies ever since I was 1. I was singing Gabbar Singh songs when I was a toddler. I understand what logic Tollywood tries portraying is it always right? No but its enjoyable and times were different we're evolving we want more complex and meaningful stories now Bahubali and RRR gaining attraction are examples that South Indian movie industry is evolving finally!

So imagine my disappointment when I see Pushpa the next great Tollywood film.

"Pushpa Raj is a self respecting young man who takes pride in his work. He works at a mill, but leaves it when his owner doesn't like his attitude outside of work. Pushpa goes for Red sandal wood cutting in the forest. Pushpa lives in a village with his mother Parvatamma, and is the illegitimate son of a local rich man." That is the story according to imbd.

You'd think the movie gives more context about Pushpa nope. IMBD really summed it all up and thats the problem. Pushpa's character can be summed up in a few words and there's not depth beyond those words in the movie itself.

The thing that makes this film detestable is the main character Pushpa he is not enjoyable whatsoever. It's like one of those Dark Romance ML's but they tried mixing in a few funny liners and tried making him a sunshine character as well but failed?

He's not funny I feel bad for his sidekick Kesava actually no. I like Kesava better than Pushpa Himself. He looks like he has actually meaning and depth he has relatable goals and is actually funny or seems to have some sort of personality. I wholeheartedly ship him and Srivalli's friend actually go Side characters!

Now lets compare 2 films Maari 2 and Pushpa which might seem random but let me explain

Maari in both the first one and the sequel was a gangster however do you know why i like him better than Pushpa? He has redeeming qualities he has morals like he kills bad people but doesn't want to sell drugs because he knows that can make innocent people succumb to horrible diseases like his best friend their situations are very different however Maari is seen as a morally gray character just like Pushpa is portrayed as. Maari also has morals when he kills beeja's brother for attempting to assault Anandhi's sister. He's doing something 'bad' killing a person but he essentially redeems it because of why he does it. He also gives good advice when she talks about no one wanting to marry her because she's ruined maari says she isn't an object to be ruined and its not wrong to wait how long to find a guy that understands that.

He's a troubled guy with not normal values but I can sympathize with him and actually root for him because he's a good person.

A more accurate example KGF Rocky is on a very similar path to Pushpa he only relied on his mother his whole life until she died while in Pushpa his mother and himself suffered humiliation. Pushpa was often beat up Rocky was also beat probably even more. They both started at the streets and slowly climbed up wanting money and power. Pushpa only smuggled and framed and fought. Rocky outright killed but I still like him better than Pushpa do you know why?

Because he has character Rocky's backstory is more compelling wanting to fulfill his dying mother's wishes of not wanting her son to die miserably without money like her even if it meant becoming a bad person? Hell yeah. Also similar to maari he has limits he has certain morals, clear cut morals. in the first KGF movie he outright stops traffic for a mother and her son who wanted to get some food but were unable to because of the traffic and gave her hard advice. That the world isn't gonna stop for you its harsh and not lenient and that we need to MAKE it stop. We have to put in the work and not just hope someone will always come along. This gives us insight into his views further developing his character.

Pushpa's story is he was an outcast because he was an illegitimate son and was unable to have his father's last name? So he makes his name Pushpa Raj. He disrespects his mother despite her being the only one there for him and just usually disregards her. He has too much Pride. He doesn't have much regard for women as we see when he gives his shirt to Jaali's victim he isn't sympathetic to her at all and is kinda indifferent except for looking away as if he's uncomfortable more than regarding her own feelings

And the thing is all of these problems could be fixed if we saw more into his character which we're only given bits and pieces of.

Pushpa isn't close to his mother? Maybe its because he blames her for all the prejudice but still cares for her somewhere in his heart which is seen through the light interactions between the two in the movie. He has too much Pride? well he feels like thats his right because he was denied everything else his father's name, money, and even necklace. He doesn't have regard for women much? Even that can be fixed like in the movie 'temper' where Jr Ntr's character first doesn't care much for other women ends up willing to give his life for them he gets character development. Pushpa could not really see a big deal in Jaali's activities until he's confronted with one of the victims himself and is reminded of the women in his life and starts to detest Jalli which ultimately bursts when Jaali sets his eyes on Srivalli.

Everything I said you can mostly think about happening in the movie but its like a real stretch you have to really put your mind on it to see it happening in the canon of the Pushpa universe its nots showed to us the viewers like in other movies we don't get clear cut shots of these narratives I spoke up being played out. Its what makes these movies lively or entertaining in my opinion because they had depth which is enhanced due to the main character himself.

So see this from my perspective a MAN is able to outsmart the police and insult them, illegally get sandal wood, Act like and arrogant bastard through most of this move, have so much intelligence out of nowhere and still gets a girl?

Reena has more personality than Srivalli I'm actually gonna begin stanning her after this.

And when I say a MAN I mean a MAN because the person Pushpa on my screen is a stranger to me I don't get a clear feel of his character or any connection to him.

I really hope these issues are rectified in the second movie but I have my doubts. Pushpa as a movie feels like a regression for Tollywood and I don't want that for my cinema industry which I know has flaws but I also know that its healing and has really good stories.

Anyways to all Indian movie lovers out hope you're excited for Devara because I sure am. Jr. Ntr in double roles? Its like Adhurs all over again. And one of his roles seems really cute too, I've wanted to see Jr Ntr in action again for a long time.

But thats all for now

Yours truly

Roselle🪷

[iheartmonaco]

us and @littlebearnation realness

(my #1 bollywood movie (i leave for india on Friday))

I have never watched this movie in my life what the hell

[azul-nova-24]

Just realized that the entire Bahubali movie franchise is the live action reenactment of Disney's Lion King first movie with some tollywood masala mixed in.

[hobbityalse]

Just me or does he give Thorin vibes?

Like see

Like. They give similar vibes right??? For context, the first guy is an actor called prabhas who plays bahubali in the movie named, well, bahubali. And their characters are kinda similar. Hell he even has a bald warrior bestfriend. Lol. Been listening to bollywood songs more recently and uh specifically stuff from the bahubali soundtrack. And after seeing all the music videos ( and I might be a bit biased here as an Indian) I feel like dwarves would totally vibe with Indian culture? Like the architecture I feel they would appreciate. And India used to be very rich in gold before, yknow, colonizers. And the dressing sense and jewellery too. Like India has some very intricate jewellery game going on and I feel like dwarves could totally appreciate that! And the fact that most men had long hair back in the days and appreciated beards, ig makes me think that if there was a place in middle Earth that was a bit like India in its make, dwarves would sooo love it there!!

My fellow Indian hobbit fans, where you at? And do you agree?

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Love. The way you love people, how you pour love into everything you do, very soft energy, something not many people have. You were kissed by the sunrise, bringing light, the sun summoner if I may say so, yet your light is not harsh, it I snot the scorching sun one needs to shade away from, you are the shade when necessary, you provide warmth and coolness, I see how you love yourself and others is purifying, like how you see a child smile and you smile with them. Your presence ? Healing. Keep this essence within you, this is Radha Maa helping others through you. It is not easy to bring love and light when you have received thorns and shadows, it is not. You understand how it feels, and the heart is always ready to take another into your arms, an admiring quality, this is what makes you beautiful. You are the essence of beauty itself. Never change, never forgot to love yourself too, be kind to yourself as you are to other, as forgiving and ever ready to love someone from a fresh eye every time. Your sacral and solar plexus is important. Navel is emphasised, do massage your stomach with oil while affirming from time to time. You are the anchor to the ship that is swaying away in the ocean, there is always home within you. You are every ready to sieze the moment, you might be the one’s to say 

‘Life is to short for this, so I am gonna go ahead and do it anyway’ 

‘Better regret the action you have taken than the one you have not’

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Your passion and hunger make you beautiful. The way you charge at your target makes you beautiful. You have enough zeal to power motors to run, and yet there would be enough left for you. If you have seen Bahubali, there is scene in the 1st movie where watching Bahubali fight, others get inspired. This is the reaction people have to you. You inspire them to do better, even if you don’t get to see it, know that by simply being the way you are, you are healing humanity. You belong here. You deserve to be here. Take up space for that space if yours to take, there is no lack only abundance coming your way. Once you take a project, you finish it. You like variety and may have said the “spice is the flavour of life’. It again confirming, you also act as a guide for people, the way you talk, your ideas can shift people’s worldview. You might be the perfect person to endorse a movie or product because of the way you speak about it would have people wanting more. A good salesman (use this ability for the good). You are the bell that people hear when they have lost track of how life is supposed to be lived. If you open a social media, and talk about this stuff, lead by example, you would be successful in that too. You could also act like a consultant to sorts where you are helping people choose something, decide something, doesn’t have to be a profession.

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Unconventional in the conventional. You might have an ordinary job or do ordinary things is different non-ordinary, creative way. This makes you happy. That is what makes you beautiful. Bringing colour and fun to the most mundane things, you find beauty in everything. Could be super into DIY’s or a least into it. You might be the type to have creative hobbies like painting just for the sake of it, simply because you like to do it. Abundant in nature, could be scrapbooking or journaling especially art journalling. This is what makes you beautiful. You are traditional with a twist. I sense some art majors here, like painting people live like the olden days but the painting itself is modern? Take it as it resonates. A muse to many. You find yourself in poetry, dances almost like they were made for you, it’s because they were, and many more will come regardless of whether you know about the art pieces or not. You will be alive long after you are gone, in the art you made, in the pieces that were made because of you. A lot would not exist if you didn’t. You are absolutely, undeniably beautiful. I love you. What makes you the most beautiful is the faith you have, in yourself, Paramatma, the universe. You do everything with so much faith that it shocks people. People might stare at you when you are not looking, you are the best art you will ever create. Read: Strongest of the Strange by Charles Bukoweski. Some of you could be sculptures or painters of Bhakti and Religious Art. 

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MASTERPOST

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Sandman(Netflix series) •Morpheus x human lover - fluff •Affliction(series) - angst, sad ending Part 1: Morpheus plans a date with you and doesn't turn up Part 2: You run and find Morpheus with calliope Part 3: Mathew comforts you but You leave morpheus

Bahubali stuff Maheshmati happy ending<33 - fluff Bhallaldeva x reader - power couple - fluff The king and queen - Bahubali x devsena - fluff

Loki Laufeyson Loki x reader - angst, fluff

Bridgerton Benedict bridgerton - pretty, fluff

Avatar 2 (mainly Neteyam) I'm not in my neteyam phase anymore so dont expect any fics for a long time. •Missed you -hurt/comfort, lil angst, fluff •Beautiful - tooth rotting fluff Part 1: Neteyam is alive and reconciles with his family but what about you? Part 2 (coming soon)

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Dramione

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[warnermeadowsgirl]

KIDNAP PLAN

Planned by : Shreya

Executed by : Shreya and who ever wants to join me

PERSON GETTING KIDNAPPED:

Reason for kidnapping : Being to hot and cute and stealing our hearts

Likes of the Kidnaped : Food and a cozy bed probably.

Things needed for kidnapping :

1. Chloroform

2. Unsuspicious car preferred Omin or Scorpio

3. Good quality ropes cause bro is bahubali

4. His home address

5. Unsuspicious independent house

6. Unlimited supply of food to keep Darling happy

7. A cozy bed for our Darling

8. A car driver

@mahi-wayy @mayakimayahai wanna join this Darling heist??

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part ten

Masterlist

(A/N- it's been a long long looooong time eh? apologies for the delay, I just had a massive brain block. so this one's for you! also happy new year guys, all the love to you.

~juhi <3)

Aarya woke up feeling refreshed, her heart light surprisingly. She knew she was surrounded by the enemy force who was waiting for her to make the wrong move but the only thing she could focus on was the fact that she was getting married to a man she thought she hated until a few days ago, and suddenly she couldn’t imagine her life without. Her akandas glowed a dull grey as the sunlight fell on them, and she frowned as she picked them up. “That doesn’t seem right.” She murmured as the dull grey enveloped her hand, spreading chills to every part of her that they touched.

She shrugged as she set them down and freshened up, walking out of her room. 

The servants greeted her with immense respect, their eyes shining with something akin to fear and disbelief as she strolled past them all. “Where’s Bhalla?” She turned and asked, making one of the servants step away uneasily. “Er, His Majesty is still in his room. But we advise you not-” “I’ll get him out then, thank you.”

Aarya waltzed to Bhalla’s room, knocking twice and walking in after she heard no response. She looked around, frowning when she didn’t spot him. “Bhalla!” She called out, her frown deepening as she saw no sign of him. She exhaled, twisting the ring on her finger when a voice rang in the room, “At your service.” 

Aarya’s breath hitched, turning around as she saw Bhalla step out of his washroom, hair wet and his loincloth clinging around his waist loosely. Steam came off his body, making him suddenly look all the more like a God. Her face flushed violently as she took a step back, turning away when her knee hit a table, making her buckle. Bhalla surged forward, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her as he smirked down at her. “Instead of falling because of things, fall for me next time, will you?” 

She just rolled her eyes, trying to stop the blood rushing to her cheeks as he stepped closer to her. “You have to- oh!” She slipped again as her knees gave out because of the bed behind her and she fell onto it, looking up as Bhalla placed both his arms on either side of her. Her eyes widened and he leaned in to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes dropping to her lips. “Your face is red, you’re sweating in my room and it’s generally cold this time of the year in Mahishmati. Is this because of me?” 

“No,” Aarya huffed, her eyes falling shut as Bhalla nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, his warm breath tickling her. “I’m still not used to your kingdom. Sundarsi is so much colder than here, in case you haven’t noticed.” “Is that so?” He murmured into her skin, tracing his fingers across her waist and revelling in her shivers. “I haven’t noticed, really. I was focused… elsewhere.” 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” Bhalla looked up for a moment, his eyes twinkling as they raked over her hungrily. “I have you on my bed now without flattering you, Aarya. Do you want me to start flattery now?” His hand on Aarya’s bare back slipped up, toying with the strings of her blouse while Aarya tried in vain to push him away. “Behave yourself, will you? This isn’t right.”

“You’re mine, and this is something everyone knows now. If people question my actions and affections I’ll serve their heads to you on a golden platter.” A smile crept on her face, still trying to get distance between both of them. “Although,” Bhalla pulled away, a smirk on his face when Aarya tried to fight the frown off her face. “I like listening to you, and you told me to behave.” 

He got off the bed and pulled her to her feet, smirking at her visible anger. “What brings you over to my room? Is there anything not right with the services? I could-” “No, it’s none of that,” Aarya interrupted him, her eyes darting around his room as she walked around, all of her interest suddenly on the intricate works on the walls. “I was just… I wanted to see you and your kingdom, and who better to show me the place than you?”

Bhalla’s face softened as he observed her, a smile making its way onto his face as he waltzed over to her. “You needn’t ask, I’ll show you my kingdom. Come, get ready and I’ll show you everything.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she smiled, brushing past him to leave his room.

His eyes locked on the akanda she left by his bedside, frowning at its dull grey glow as he picked it up, studying it. “Kattappa!” The general walked in, bowing to Bhalla who continued to study the stone. “I want you to do something for me.”

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Bhalla waited in the stables, pacing around as he waited for Aarya to arrive, when Kattappa approached him with a frown. “Something is wrong in Sundarsi, Your Majesty. And it seems all the priests of their temples are worried about it, because whatever is happening over there, it’s not their doing. Either that, or someone is forcing an insider to do something.” 

Bhalla’s frown deepened as he watched Kattappa put out the akandas, whose glow got weaker, flickering dark grey. “When a Sundarsi citizen uses their stones, they glow as white as the moon. Sometimes, the glow could change, but they never felt cool to touch when being used, or turned grey. It has started since their queen has come here, and now their general wants her back in Sundarsi.”

“What’s going on?” 

The men looked up, watching Aarya walk in with a frown on her face. “Is there something wrong, Bhalla?” He shook his head, stepping forward and holding his hand out for her to take. He spared Kattappa a final glance as he shoved the stones out of her view while Bhalla helped Aarya onto a horse. 

“Come now, let me show you my world.”

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Hushed whispers echoed in the halls as Aarya swatted Bhalla’s wandering hands away, glaring fleetingly at him while he rolled his eyes, following her. “It was supposed to be a tour around your kingdom, Bhalla, not an opportunity for you to-” “I know, my queen. You don’t have to scold me so much.” He stared at her strutting figure and scoffed silently, his glare shifting to the soldiers guarding the halls. “Even my mother didn’t scold me the way you always do.”

“Well then, you better get used to this, my king. You’ll get an earful daily if you don’t mend your ways after we wed.” Bhalla smirked, opening his mouth when Aarya yelled out in shock, her bracelet snapping off and falling. The akanda at the very centre shattered in the air as the pieces fell to the ground, black as the night. Aarya held her wrist, wincing as Bhalla rushed to her, cradling her hand delicately in his while they stared at the broken stone in concern.

“This- this has never happened before,” Aarya mumbled, her eyes frantic as they looked to Bhalla, “Our stones are the strongest, this is not supposed to happen, Bhalla, what’s going on? This is a very bad omen, have I gone wrong anywhere?”

He shushed her, bringing her closer while Kattappa ran into the hall, eyes wide. “Your Majesties, please follow me.” They followed him as they all entered the courtroom, seeing the officials of Sundarsi present too.

 Anjasi and Sadhana bowed, their frowns evident as they made way for the head priest to approach Aarya. “Your Majesty, there’s someone here to see you.” He said gravely, guiding Aarya and Bhalla to the palace doors. “Guruji, what’s happening? The akandas, they’re not supposed to-”

“Perhaps,” He sighed, staring at the man who walked through the doors of Bhalla’s palace, “he is your answer.”

Aarya turned, her face turning pale as she stared, the man kneeling down in front of her. Bhalla observed as the man kneeling took Aarya’s hand in his, bringing it to his forehead while the others filled the hall. Anjasi and Sadhana watched him with uncertainty, their grip on their weapons tight while Aarya pulled her hand away, stepping back.

“I apologise for keeping you waiting all these years, Your Majesty,” Rudra said, looking up at Aarya as though her eyes held all the answers in the universe. “But now, I have returned to make you mine again.” 

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giffing bahubali purely shamlessly for myself (1/?)

[thsist]

The salaar brainrot is getting a bit too real so im going to dump some ideas here

1) It's salaar 2, Varadha and Deva have killed Rajamannar. Varadha is sitting on the Kartha's Throne and Deva, covered in blood and the traditional Shouryaanga colours and outfit, takes the necklace/bracelet off Rajamannar's body, puts it on Varadha infront of all of Khansaar, and kneels by his side

2)(based on the historical varadeva au post) bahubali x urumi, where mahendra is being chased by the royal guards, and just when he think's he's about to die a masked man (Kelu) comes and saves him. Timeskip and both him and Kelu are in Mahishmati for different reasons (maybe Kelu wants to kill the ruler 🤭) and they both end up saving Devasena (maybe enemies to lovers???)

[hum-suffer]

Bahubali brainrot:

WHAT IF BAHUBALI HAD A TWIN SISTER

If this gets enough attention I'm writing it

Edit: to entice you more, there will be another male character for the sister obv. The face claim will be Ramcharan from Magadheera because I'm obsessed

Edit three: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Edit 2: I'm gonna write it after my exams guys, if you want me to tag, drop a hi in the replies!!

[celestesinsight]

I recently watched Salaar!

It was recommended by Netflix and I decided to give it a try. I didn't think I would like the movie though. It's not like I don't enjoy dystopian stories or action movies. But the movies involving mindless violence, hypermasculinity without any proper story and context put me off.

But I was intrigued by the intro and the dynamics between Deva and Varadha. Deva held a live wire to get Varadha's nose-ring back. In the next scene Varadha protected Deva and his mother by giving up his territory. And not just any territory, but his biggest territory. It showed the regard both of them hold for each other. Then the whole 'Salaar' lore is narrated by Baba and Varadha calling Deva, 'his Salaar'. I couldn't wait to watch more of their interactions.

Hence, you all can imagine my disappointment when the next scene wasn't about them, but the story of an Odia movie named 'Agastya'. I had watched it years ago and knew that it was a remake of a Kannada movie. I haven't watched the original movie though.

I persisted through the first half of the movie with a hope of seeing Deva and Varadha onscreen again. Tbh, the first half was not that bad with the mystery behind Amna and Deva's behaviour, the 'Prathi Gaadhalo' song and Radha Rama-Obulamma co-dependent relationship.

And I don't have words to describe the second half of the movie. I can only say, I am completely obsessed with 'Deva and Varadha'.

I am not someone who's into homoerotic movies/books. Simply because, I have a history crushing on fictional characters and love to imagine myself in place of the heroines. Or if I don't like the heroine's character, I imagine a new story with an OC.

But something about the relationship of these two characters, has me hooked.

I have already watched the movie in Telugu, Hindi and now watching it in English. I think I am going to watch it in all languages. The only movie I had watched in all languages was 'Bahubali 1 & 2.' I will definitely not stop until I have analysed each and every scene, character and relationship.

I will definitely be disappointed if in the second part, they will make Aadhya a love interest of Deva. I know, Indian Cinema hasn't evolved enough to show 'Deva and Varadha' as a couple. But showing their happy ending with 'legendary atoot dosti' is enough for me. But I can never imagine Deva choosing Aadhya over Varadha. That would be an offence.

I can't wait for the second part to be released. And do tag me when you all write fanfictions/posts on 'Salaar'.