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The Defeated
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I've been away for the longest time, and well, so far, it seems as if it has been ages since I'd written something here, and @demonkidpliz 's writing kind of prompted me to throw it out here. Not that anyone asked for it.
Goodness, it has been so SO LONG! Just tagging people here for a slight knock. I just, love you all so so much, that I'll probably find my way in here eventually! :D
@demonkidpliz @vidhurvrika @bleedinknight @chaanv @alwaysthesideofwonder @raat-jaaga-paakhi @carminavulcana @pratigyakrishnaki @phandomoftheowl @kalpansh
And anyone else here. Heaven knows I've forgotten such a lot.
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Fandom: Mahabharat/StarPlus Mahabharat
Pairings: Bheema/Draupadi
Warnings: Mentions of War | PTSD | Trauma | Bloodshed
Summary: The Second Pandava deals with ghosts of the War. Alone.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, based on an idea I had while reading C. Rajagopalachari's version of the Mahabharata. But I do have to say this, this has a lot to offer that is different from the Mahabharata that is actually popular. I just hope that this resonates with the readers, and you read this, and find this worth your time and your feedback. Please leave a short comment or a like, whatever you may deem fit. And as always!
THANK YOU!
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Chapter 1:
The Shadows:
“My Lord,” an earnest call beckoned to him in the midst of a dimly-lit Kridangan. The voice doesn’t serve as an intrusion or an offence, since, his pursuit of the arena is more habitual than practical these days. Yet, a phantom lightness in his being bids him to ignore it.
“He might not have heard us, Mother,” another voice caresses his ear, this time from a boy, probably no older than Abhiman-
Vrikodara closes his eyes, in a desparate attempt to stop himself from recalling the name.
The resignation in the older woman’s conduct seems to register with him.
“Pardon me, Mother,” he says, hoping they had heard him before they left.
Hoping it would stop them.
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“I have no use for sparrers, Mother,” he says, much to the chagrin of the widow who had brought her son along for employment in the Palace of the Kurus. The boy’s Father, he was told, was a soldier in the cavalry of Hastinapura.
“If My Prince may spare us some consideration,” the lady kept her eyes lowered, much to Bhimasena’s relief, “my late husband, once served as a sparrer for the princes and kings in the castle, as did his father before that,”
“The Younger Queen Mother, was kind enough to refer us to you, My Lord,” she continued, breaking the Second Pandava with every word she spoke.
“Mother,” Bheema managed to speak, “I shall be obliged, if you would be kind enough to speak to The Queen,” he turned his eyes towards the boy, “I’m certain, he shall find employment elsewhere herein,”
He left, with folded hands, and his gaze lowered, before the knot in his chest tightened further.
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He had bid the lights to remain extinguished in their chamber. His senses do not let him recall the times when he wanted his chamber to be lit brilliantly as day after the evening prayers.
Another breath mingles with his, just as familiar to him as his own, just as forlorn to him as his own. He affords himself a momentary reprieve of letting his exhalations synchronise with hers. Her shapely silhouette offers him with some semblance of solace. It behooved him to receive her sobriety. After all, he had always known her to receive his thoughts even before they could make their way to his lips.
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“There has been no correspondence from Ekachakra, yet again,” she almost whispers.
Bheema’s hands clasp the edge of the bed, brushing close to that of his wife for that year.
Panchaali lets her right hand rest on his left, hoping to partake her husband’s discomfort. Yet, she doubted if an iota of his grief had been assuaged by any measure.
“Hidimba,” Bheema breathes the name, akin to a prayer, as if expecting his firstborn to walk in through the doors, smiling warmly from ear to ear, unscathed, unblemished, probably an older likeness of the boy he had seen earlier today.
“She’s meteing a punishment that befits the sin I have accrued, it seems,” Panchaali’s breath cuts through the air with its characteristic lotus fragrance. She doesn’t strain a tear either.
Crying would make it easier, she chides herself.
Crying would lessen my penance, her resolve affirms.
“Hidimba has never been unfair, Panchaali,” he tells her impassively, as she feels the tremor in his voice.
Another confabulation of silences followed.
#Mahabharat#mahabharata#bheema#draupadi#inksplotch#Ugh! I don't know if posting this was a good idea in the first place#And I know this is terrible#man! Have I rusted#and I wasn't very good in the first place anyway#writing stuff#writers on tumblr#writeblr
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HE LOOKS LIKE HE WORKS WITH HIS HANDS AND SMELLS LIKE MARLBORO REDS IT MAKES ME SO UHH AND I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT
#rust cohle#true detective#ok i’ll leave that man alone i need to go have my first meal of the day at 5pm#he’s so ethel cain coded like I go Insane everytime crush comes on. HELP
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Lone Star 🌟
#Yes I'm still thinking about this show. Haven't been able to think of anything else#THIS CHARACTER MAN. I have so many thoughts and feelings I can't articulate#So I tried to draw it instead#He's just... He's non human. He's isolated himself so much he isn't a person he's ethereal#True detective#true detective season 1#True detective s1#Rust Cohle#Rustin Cohle#matthew mcconaughey#fan art#art#sketch#character art
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Made this in a frenzy as soon as i finished DTTM (i don't think I'll ever recover). Brian singing Hanged Man Rusts into Ashes' microphone will be living rent free in my head for the next millennia
#he mic too short for he damn he#i have an illness#hes so prebty#ghugghhhhhuhrhguhghhuugqwawahahuawaawawawaaawa#bian#drumbot brian#the mechanisms#death to the mechanisms#dttm#hanged man rusts#hnoc#high noon over camelot#the mechs
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hanged man rust
on that mechs grind , anyway have that finished version of the wip i posted earlier. really like this one honestly [image id and flats under the cut]
[begin image ID] 2 digital drawings of Drumbot Brian as merlin from the high noon over Camelot album. image 1 and 2. brian is hung upside down, in the classic position of the hanged man tarot card. his clothing is ripped from under the set of ropes that are holding him up. his blouse is open revealing a vague and damaged engraving saying “BRIAN” , but it is read as “MERLIN”. he has a neutral expression with closed eyes, he also as large patterns of oxidation across his body. the background has a vague dirty pattern on it. end image 2 continuation image 1. Brian has a bright line of light across his face and further. the image becomes much darker except for the lighting on the lower half of the image and the light on Brian and a bright yellow circle around his head, reminiscent of old Christian painting and that of the hanged man tarot card.[end image ID]
#The Mechanisms#the mechs#the mechanisms fanart#the mechs fanart#drumbot brian#hnoc#high noon over camelot#hanged man rust#the hanged man#he's got those lashes man#i dont have proof but like#it's vibes
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Girls when they remember that Marty had everything that Rust really wanted and needed in his life (a loving spouse and children) but he never appreciated his family and lost them in the end, that Rust was a man who would not have made many of the mistakes Marty made (cheating on his wife or abusing his daughter etc.) and could have been a good husband/father, but all that he was given in this life was a shattered marriage of a few years, a dead baby daughter, and the chance to have dinner at the same table with his partner's wife and daughters like an echo of everything he had lost forever; and he never was able to rebuild the family he needed because life doesn't really care whether you "deserve" something or not
#if Marty's daughters hadn't wanted to talk to him at the dinner table & reminded Rust of Sofia would he have stayed at dinner that long?#would he have been so attracted to Maggie if she hadn't been Marty's wife and hadn't reminded Rust of the peace of having a life partner?#i dont think so man.#rust cohle#true detective#marty hart#shitposting#why would he even mow marty's lawn if not to feel like a family man again
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censorship 😔
i just think jonny would wear a 'modified' fish fear me shirt (ashes did it) over a tassled bikini. .. ..with jorts
#i dont have an excuse for tim in short shorts#i just wanted to#brian and marius are also in this image but they're not done so#ill finish it i swear!#tim is really pretty in this one i like hus face#the mechs#the mechanisms#the mechanisms fanart#im insane#half way through this drawing i saw a post that was like 'sometimes people make stuff thats so removed from canon it hurts'#and i really had to rethink my decisions for a bit#However.#mechs have been around a long time im sure they've had a beach episode for shits and giggles before#even though only like one of them can actually swim without risk of rust/short circuiting#gunpowder tim#jonny d'ville#man#my art
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Sorry to be dramatic and manic pixie dream girl on you guys, but the rain on my skin, in my hair, rolling off of me, is one of the best human experiences.
It’s raining here, and i legitimately just walked in it for 45 minutes just because i can. Music blasting, rain jacket unzipped, hood down, stomping my boots as I walked in time with the music. Feeling the cold, feeling the water droplets, sometimes just standing still and soaking it in.
And I just know I must’ve looked ridiculous to everyone else on and near campus.
But dear god, I felt so alive and at peace.
#rust rambles#not ninjago#man maybe this is what life is about#why do I have to work and do school#when this is what this earth has to offer me
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I have not actually drawn anything in like 9 months at this point I don't know what I'm doing. Take some Vaughnothy I did for an art trade with @thelegendarypusheen-art
alts w different overlays and blur levels under the cut because im indecisive
#vaughnothy#borderlands#timothy lawrence#vaughn the money man#my art#goose pointed out the fact tims mask hinges are rusted and I HAVE to draw them rusted now#timmy paints vaughns nails for him this is canon because I said so#but timmy having big ass hands causes the polish to get everywhere#the style inconsistencies ARE intentional#i add more grey to timmys hair because that man is STRESSED and also I think it looks good on him :3#going thru an art style crisis#rarepair posting on main
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She sits on the dock's edge, which is directly in front of the bar and the shack that they both call home. Her toes dipped into the water below the dock; the temperature somewhat cooling to the touch compared to the hot, muggy air that surrounded her. Rust observes her from afar as he sits in his lawn chair, a crime book in hand with his beer cooler next to him, a Lone Star beer on top, opened and half emptied.
She usually tries not to think of home, but the increasing temperatures of the summer often make her homesick. The bayous of Louisiana are nothing compared to the frigid streams of the Appalachian Mountains.
While she misses home, she knows that she could never go back, not because of what happened but because there’s nothing left for her there.
#rust cohle#old man rust#rust cohle x reader#i'd climb him like a tree if i was given the chance#go easy on me first time actually posting#i have absolutely no clue when i will finish this piece truthfully#AGHHHH#might scrap this but honestly who knows
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MORE SAUNA PICS HAVE BEEN DROPPED MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON THE WRETCHED
Sasha Cup Day | 7.31.24 (x)
#aleksander barkov#florida panthers#IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC RIGHT NOW#i forget that phil also has to tag along to these things#so i imagine a well dressed man next to a bunch of sweaty half naked men trying to take a pic of the cup#matthew may have fucked that cup but sasha has done something so much worse to it#sasha “no ocean. bad for cup. maybe lakejumping?” barkov#and then does this#id like to pick his brain about this#why is this okay to do with the cup#sauna steam very good for cup rejuvenates her silver after the ocean almost rusted her 👍#miss stanley how are we feeling?#because i sure as hell am not feeling normal things
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#I wish he could have build his dream home 💔#and worship his woman to all eternity 🥹#peter ratajczyk#peter steele#green man#interview#type o negative#goth#gothic#metal#gothic metal#90s#ton#type o negative forever#💚#fall#fall colors#october rust era#october rust
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i have true detective brain rot SO BAD. rust cohle.. your offputting and condescending swag has captivated me for real 💯💯
want him to bully me and call me a stupid little girl and fuck me nasty :(
#rust cohle#rustin spencer cohle#true detective#wanted to fuck that old man the moment i laid eyes on him when s1 came out#the desire has returned tenfold#chat…#might have to write a rust/reader fic#unleash the worms
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the joy of getting a call back about a morning job vs the despair at the prospect of having two jobs
#speak friend and enter#if i were a lesser man i would beg my mother for money but im not. i would rather adopt the rust cohle aesthetic#and live in a tiny studio with naught but my air mattress and my playstation than live on my knees yk.#ideally i'd like to scrounge up enough for a down payment on a condo so then it would be Mine and that's important to me#but it would delay my move by at least a little while. and idk if it's that important i can just rent something#but for the meantime. two jobs it shall be and hopefully that'll lead to more than like $100 in my checking account at any given moment#am i a fake marxist for having a rich mom who i only kinda sorta get along with. or is refusing her money praxis. discuss
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based on a halloween costume from last year 🎃
#sapphanimates#wizard of oz#twisted oz#the scarecrow#halloween costume#character design#it was for a lame girl scouts halloween party#our whole troop dressed up as twisted oz characters#i was the sadistic scarecrow#dorothy looked as if the munchkins had beaten her up#and the lion had blood spattered everywhere#my sister didnt attend the party so we didnt have a tin man#our explanation was that we left him to rust because we were jerks >:]#we didnt win the costume contest
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can i say something
#i went on the rust x reader tag on ao3 to sate my curiosity and seeing that all the E-rated fics had him top the reader made me. LMAO#that man may top but he does not dom i think. also hes kind of smooth like there like barbie. he does not fuck. and that's the appeal#hooking up w rust is like you have to be the one to do the fucking. i know this in my soul and sorry i need anyone who thinks otherwise to#get away from him#that said tho. need to do something 2 him ok#sound off in the comments if youd fuck rust w the strap#Like SORRY#nsft#suggestive#disasterpiece.txt
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