#bhadra

[swearingcactus]

weird girl bhadra and her dumbass brother Ajay btw

[thepowerofyes]

trying to find farcry fics when you're ace

"Dani Rojas x reader 😍" I want her to adopt and love Diego "John Seed x Deputy😩" I want the knife that Joseph twists deeper and deeper into his mind and heart to get so deep that every motion, noise, and thought is built up of not matter nor complexities but pure agony "Ajay x you💕" I want him to adopt and love Bhadra

[sambhavami]

Krishna: a character adored for over two thousand years, revered as one of the most significant political masterminds of the ancient world with his words forming the philosophical core of the country today. Concurrently, he is the god shrouded in inimitable domesticity- as a friend, a lover, and a child. No other deity in the Hindu pantheon has probably achieved as dear a position in the hearts of people as this flute-wielding cowherd of Gokula.

For generations, he has shined as the muse of countless poetfolk, of unfinished business, of unspoken desires and of repressed lovers' qualms. In Meera's longing for her marble beloved, and in Kothai's dulcet dreams of a celestial wedding, Krishna blossoms not as a warrior, but rather as a confidante of young women- the keeper of all secrets.

Curse, o ye, this wedding of devotion, 

For I was better off unmarried,

Writes the lovestruck Nawab Sadiq Hilm,

I was well enough at my mother's; 

Oh, why did I pine for him?!

Who am I, or what: go ask Rizwan, the gatekeeper

For heaven has been rejected by my forebearers!

He says, in a nostalgic ode to the cowmaids from old tales. To the ones that massage the dust off their feet on Krishna's fevered forehead to soothe his illness, even as the apparent disrespect dooms their afterlives.

Jayadeva notes a more rugged form of Krishna, one that is almost hungry for love. His Radha smiles down upon Radharaman Dutta's kalankini. Of course, she would accept even infamy if it was in relation to her Krishna. However, in time, this epithet has been reclaimed as a celebration of the meteoric, tempestuous love that this unseemly duo had carved out for themselves of the pages of a mostly unwilling history.

Tagore's Krishna is mysterious, eagerly anticipated but rarely seen. Rather, here Radha's pining is crushing and all-encompassing, inherited from Chandidas' virahini. Radha's guttural desire to transform Krishna into herself, subjecting him to the same suffering that she undergoes as a woman in love with a furious ideology more than a man, reverberates eerily against the lighthearted cross-dressing tale of Surdas'.

As often as bards favour the songs extolling the love of the cowherd and the wedded maiden, Krishna's wives are seldom accorded any thought outside of Vasudeva's family tree. Their silence speaks to the stringent rules of a typical patriarchal household. Some of them do speak, and hence Satyabhama becomes conceited and Kalindi wayward. However, the mere few lines that they are mercifully allotted in the text are enough to speak to their resilience. The lines inadvertently hold up a window to the million unspoken words and unexchanged glances. It speaks to the long years, happy and sad. It speaks to the nights of waiting for the beloved to return. It speaks to the quiet lunches in curtained rooms and taste tests in the kitchen.

Each of Krishna's eight wives has their own life, and their own equation with Krishna. Each of their distinct personalities, coupled with their unique introductions to the prince has the potential to bring a distinct flavour to the story of Krishna, the statesman. The understanding that Krishna's heart belonged first to Vrindavana and then to his ambition, must have weighed somewhat on their hearts and yet, the choice to patch up the battle-hardened cowherd, after every blow, sans complaint, and send him out into the world as the architect of history, must have demanded restraint.

The distinct turn of events that brings each of the chief eight queens to Krishna's is quite interesting. Rukmini, the first, demonstrates heart, even if it is born out of desperation. Seizing control of her life, she sends a message, relying solely on rumours of his compassion. Her gamble yields returns manifold as Krishna not only rescues her from an unwanted marriage, but instates her as his chief consort, elevating her, alongside himself, to a divine status. Far from the impulsiveness of her youth, Pandhari's Rakhumai, astute beside her beloved, proudly bears a conch-shell, calling for harmony and community. In life as well, Rukmini brings to Krishna much needed stability, and oversees the blossoming of the city of Dwarika as well as Krishna's growing household.

Jambavati and Satyabhama are given in marriage to the prince by their respective fathers and do not seem to have much of a voice at the time. Jambavati fulfills an ancient destiny, a forgotten promise, then going on to mother the child that ultimately brings about the demise of the Yadava clan. Satyabhama, though often maligned with unfair accusations, is self-reliant. Making no attempt to hide herself from the eye of society, takes her rightful place beside Krishna, not on a throne, but by his side in battlefields. Kalindi however, is an extremely interesting character in Krishna's story. Enmeshed between mortal and divine, she exists as neither. Chancing upon the prince, she unabashedly declares her intentions to be married, and yet she is uncharacteristically silent after her marriage. Lakshmana and Mitravinda, are both won in conquest. They might have been able to sympathize with Rukmini, given their kin had turned against them, on account of their choice of a life partner. Bhadra, on the other hand, has no fancy contests to boast of, or an adventurous rescue. She marries Krishna at the behest of her brother, the only highlight being the arduous journey she undertakes from Kekaya to Dwarika.

After their marriages, these women practically disappear from the narrative until their last moments. We can assume that they were all presumably content with a life outside the spotlight. One can only hope to be privy to their lives after marriage, to know their dreams, nightmares and daily chores. They enter Krishna's life at crucial junctions, and I choose to believe they each had a unique effect on Krishna's worldview, bringing with them a fresh outlook into the mostly stagnant golden city.

[tigerclown]

oh btw im mentally ill over far cry 4 and 5 so there's that too I guess

[broken-balance-baby]

GOT MY TEACHER TO DRAW BHADRA FOR MY BIRTHDAY LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

[vishnavishivaa]

Hari- the Eternal Source

śaṃkara uvāca | trayī sāṃkhyavedāṃtayogāḥ purāṇaṃ tathā pañcarātraṃ prabho dharmaśāstram | tavaivātimāhātmyamekasya nityaṃ prakārairanekairhi gāyaṃti bhaktyā || 3 ||

tvadeveśa śāstrāṇi caitāni bhūmno babhūvustvadekāśrayāṇyādikalpe | ramāsevyapādāmbujaṃ śāstrayoniṃ tamādyaṃ bhavantaṃ bhaje vāsudevam || 4 ||

Śaṅkara said:

3. O Lord! The Three Vedas, Sāṅkhya, Vedānta, Yoga, Purāṇa, Pāñcarātra as well as Dharmaśāstra—all these devoutly sing in various ways the supreme majestic glory of yours alone.

4. In the first Kalpa (Ādi-Kalpa), it is from you, the great one, alone that these Śāstras were born and they have you as their only resort, O Sovereign Lord. I betake myself to you and worship you, the Primordial One whose lotus-feet are served by Ramā, who are the source of the origin of Śāstras.

(Taken from Wisdom Library )

This is a small portion of Chapter 15 of Vaasudeva Mahatmya from Skanda Purana. The essence of these verses is to talk of how Vishnu is every little and every big thing in this Universe.

There is a constant struggle about whether the Puranas are right or not, through things I have read, that contradict with what I have learned as a child, which clash with some beliefs even- and it is actually very true that they have been interpolated heavily, over the years.

That is why, the first basis of reference and understanding comes from Itihaasa- that which has happened. There are two Itihaasas or epics in Sanatana Dharma, Valmiki Ramayana and Mahabharata. Of course, Harivamsa is included in this list, as it is a khila of the Mahabharata itself.

It sounds a bit crazy when I speak of how Itihaasas come first and yet I posted something from a Purana, does it not? Well, the reason for it is to remind people that Shastras originated from the ParaBrahman- be they Vedas, Upanishads, Itihaasas, Puranas and various other works. And every form of ParaBrahman are the origin of such, based on how one's own Ishta/Aaradhya.

Many months ago, I had asked if I should post something on Sanatana, and finally, I got the time to start. As always, I wondered where to start, and this specific tab was open. Hari, as always, gave me an indication.

I will be much more consistent with posting henceforth, so expect interpretations, rants, aesthetics, story snippets and so on to be shared.

@thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krsnaradhika @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list. 

[blahaj-ch]

request from Lilith

[krsnaradhika]

Hey guys! So there's this book of mine on wp where I publish random os on Shri Radha and the Ashtabharyas. I was planning on the changing former aesthetics and I have finally achieved this feat—

I thought you'd like seeing them—

My Shris 🛐🛐

[tallymenblesta]

coming back here once again, this isnt a request i just want to ask how would you feel if bhadra shaved her head LMAO

I'm back✨️

I was focusing on school so now that I'm on break I'm free!

I feel like Sabal would totally burst an artery. As for Amita, yeah she effectively screws Bhadra over if Ajay sides with her but I do get the feeling Amita would support her hair cut. I also think that Bhadra would care a little more about what Amita thinks over Sabal, because to a 14 year old girl, he's that way-to-religious uncle, and Amita is that bad-ass aunt.

(Both of those leaders suckkk as role models, duh, but they are what we know as her given "parental figures" aside from the old lady who watches after Bhadra after her parents died.)

[cranky-kyrati]

Hello! Can you share some fic recommendations from AO3 of FC4 fics you like to read/recommend to others? Im new to the fandom so looking for tons of stuff to read while commuting :3

..i compiled a whole list of recs and was nearly done when the editor crashed FML :sob:

Trying again. I mostly read original work at the moment, but off the top of my head, here are some FC4 fics I've enjoyed:

Subjective by @chickenparm (from a request by yours truly): Pagan being a tease :3

false goddesses and their affronts to the king by solivaganteros (@broken-balance-baby): Bhadra and Noore try to survive in a Kyrat led by Ajay and Pagan

I’ll be your well-kept secret (you’ll be the death of me) by @swearingcactus: Mohan character study

man with the midas touch by patho: Pajay, one of the hottest spanking scenes I have EVER read

Cold Home, Warm Arms by BunnyMoss: Yogi & Reggie character study

Freedom by INMH: Ajay saves Bhadra from her fate

Leather by Fuzziestpuppy: Fuzzy writes a lot of good pajay! (this one actually inspired me to write something myself, though not sure if I'll ever be publishing it)

oh, i don't think i'm going home by heck_but_an_account_babeyy: Ajay/Rabi Ray, super sweet

Chinese Emperors Wear Yellow 中国皇帝穿黄色 by AlmesivaMoonshadow: Young Pagan character study

Another kind of by tahanrien: Ajay/Sharma Salsa, very dark

Be sure to check the authors' other works if you enjoy their fics! And to leave kudos ofc ;)

[bhagavanbhakthi]

Sri Krishna and wives (Romantic Slideshow)

[swearingcactus]

Cleaning up pics cus I finally own an iPad now ahhhh letsfuckingoball.jpeg and gonna save these multi fandom dump here else I’d delete them

[thepowerofyes]

I love them so much

[sambhavami]

🩷🩷🩷 Bhadra 🩷🩷🩷

Bhadra stood at the gate of her royal tent that had been erected at the beach off the shore of Dwarika. As she felt the cold, salty breeze of the ocean on her face, her mind floated back to the rocky terrain of Kekeya. The roar of the powerful waves crashing on the rocks scared her. She was used to the complacent gurgling of the river Parushni flowing along her chambers in the city of Rajagriha. She was used to the wind beating and howling against the cold mountains, but here the wind too sang a different gurgling song. She and her brothers had travelled a long way to come here. It had taken them almost half a year to reach while dodging robbers and enemy kingdoms. They had crossed dark forests and arid deserts. They had laughed and cried on the journey, learned from the people on their way, accepted their heartfelt gifts, and left some behind. One of her attendants had even got married and settled with her lover in the temple city of Kashi.

Bhadra had not understood why her future husband had insisted that she make this journey before their marriage until she had actually walked it. She had learnt to complain about the sweltering heat and dance in the rain. She had learnt the songs of the local people, and delighted in their delicacies. When she had stopped in Mathura, so many people had come to see her from the adjacent village that she had basically resigned to sleeping in the living room itself.

[sandrodeandrade]

Read of my fanfic at this address use google translator or any other: https://fanfiction.com.br/historia/809813/O_Rei_e_a_Deusa_Tema_Fanfic_de_Far_Cry_4/

[broken-balance-baby]

screencap redraw bc i never properly drew my spirited away bhadiego au... waow... i cant believe its been so long since my last bhadiego fanart...