#panchakanya meme

[herawell]

Shurtakirti for the panchakanya meme?

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

“The monsoons are almost over,” Mother explains again, “and the season for mangoes has passed. You will have to wait until next year’s harvest, or until the goods come in from our trading partners.”

Shrutakirti refuses to listen. She has been craving the sweet-savory golden fruits all week, and in the face of her desire, the slow march of the seasons has little weight. 

“Then send for some! How much longer must I wait?”

“Really, Kirti!” Mandavi finally snaps, less patient than their mother. “Do you know how expensive it is to have fruits shipped all the way from the south? You’re almost twelve and still so ignorant of the world.”

Shrutakirti bristles at being scolded like a child. She is only one year younger than Mandavi and Urmila, and two years younger than Sita Didi, and yet they treat her as though a decade separated them in age. She wants to protest, but one look from Mother silences her.

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Shrutakirti has always known in a vague way that as the baby of the family, she’s been cosseted and indulged, well past girlhood, but never has she been so sharply aware of how low she falls in contrast to her sisters until they leave for marriage. Away from the safety of home in Mithila and expected to conduct herself as a wedded woman in Ayodhya, she flounders like a fish dumped on shore. Shatrughna is too polite to say anything publicly, but his distaste at being saddled with so inept a wife is plain in his eyes every time she blunders. 

Her husband is not cruel, but Kirti sees how Rama and Sita are each other’s halves how Lakshmana and Urmila can match each other in temper but also in devotion, how Mandavi and Bharata have built a quiet companionship, and she resents Shatrughna his silent disdain, however much she might deserve it.

At least they are the youngest of both their families, and will never be called upon to fulfill any greater destinies.

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Except -- they return from Kekaya to discover that their world has burned to ash, when before they left all was well. Death and exile and sleep and Nandigram have claimed all their family, and only Shrutakirti and Shatrughna are left behind in the palace of Ayodhya to support three grieving mothers.

Gods above, all Shrutakirti wants to do is weep sometimes. She never expected to have so much thrust upon her shoulders while losing the support of everyone whom she loved, and she is so tired.

But she sees the lines of weariness creasing her husband’s forehead, and crow-lines of guilt tugging at Kaikeyi Ma’s lips, and lassitude clouding Sumitra Ma’s and Kaushalya Ma’s eyes, and her fatigue ebbs away. 

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

If there is a bright spot in all this unhappiness, it is Shatrughna’s arms around her and his lips on her forehead, his whispered apologies that he misjudged her and his heartfelt gratitude to have her by his side, and the bed that they now share.

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

Fourteen years of exile have carved away Shrutakirti’s petulance and her prickliness, but not her pride, and although she is not vain, she is proud of what she has accomplished, and what she managed to build out of tragedy. When Sita is banished for no fault of her own, of course Shrutakirti is devastated on her eldest sister’s behalf, but a part of her is also outraged on her own behalf, that she should give so much of herself to lift the family’s flagging spirits, only to have all her hard work blighted.

[vaijayantheee]

Rambha for the Panchakanya meme!

Wow, what an amazing ask! I just can’t think of one for the last two, so sorry but its just ‘Trikanya’ meme for Rambha! I literally know so little about her!!!

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

Being a stone was not fun, but Rambha knew that she had brought this upon herself, as she longingly, but patiently waited for the event, or the person, that would come relieve her from Vishwamitra’s curse, just as Ram had saved Ahalya in a previous time. 

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Nalkuber’s loving hugs pacified her, as she sensed his simultaneous anger and helplessness in his trembling arms. The Demon-Lord was cruel, powerful and full of lust, a combination not safe for any person in the universes. Rambha herself had heard much about the way her husband’s notorious step-uncle had kept many beautiful girls as captives in his beautiful garden, which was only lacking in the natural beauty due to the countless distress it held within. She watched then, as Nalkuber wiped away his own tears and stood up, frowning with determination, and set off, weapon-less, to the court of Lankeshwar. 

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

The forest was blooming with activity that day, and Rambha sighed with a form of relief. Indra had entrusted her to carry out this mission, but he had also aptly given Manmadha the task of setting the environment in the place where Vishwamitra’s penance was to be broken. This was a job she often did, gaining success too many times, having an amazing skill over music and dance, two arts that always ensure distraction! But something in her mind warned her about this sage, who was known for his enmity with Vasishtha that drove his motivation and his sudden eruptions of anger, but Rambha shook it off. What was the worst that could happen from a sage whose name literally meant “friend of the universe”? 

[herawell]

I have so many thoughts about this! I actually wrote a fic about how she grows from being the youngest and least mature sister to a strong, reliable queen-regent:

Random thoughts that keep me awake at night [Part II]

Sometimes, I wonder if Shrutkeerti ever felt lonely and unimportant and unremembered. So many of us forget that while Ram, Lakshman and Sita were roaming the forests, and Bharat was in Nandigram, she was the caretaker of the kingdom. She was the one who, with Shatrughan, made sure that Ram and Sita actually had a Kingdom and a throne to come back to. How many readers of the Ramayan actually even know her name??

Was she ever happy? Is this what it is to sacrifice?

[herawell]

Catelyn Stark?

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

The Tully sisters’ secret language is, in actuality, a combination of ciphers rather than an entirely new tongue. Neither Cat nor Lysa have the ingenuity to craft and remember a new language, but still they desire a means of encrypting their communication. So with all the seriousness of young girls, together they conspire over the course of many sunlit afternoons what concoction of ciphers would be best. The first round involves a substitution cipher, where each letter is replaced by a randomly selected one. The second round is a date shift cipher, where they take what would have been the date of their mother’s thirtieth nameday and turn it into a shift key of six digits. Not even the king’s best spymasters could crack their code, they are sure.

Lysa, never as quick of mind as Catelyn, takes longer to master their secret language, but master it she does, and henceforth their communication is forever theirs and theirs alone. 

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Her Riverrun roots call for the looping, elaborate updos of the South; her status as Lady of Winterfell recommends to her simpler Northern braids. Ned would have her auburn mane open and unbound, so that he might run his fingers through it, childish though it might be. For her part, Cat favors the upper portion of her hair twined back into a simple small plait, to keep it out of her face, while the rest of her tresses are free for Ned to adore. 

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

“Please, now, Edmure, stop weeping, oh, please, just stop…”

Edmure’s first nameday is a little more than a moon’s turn away, and already the boy knows himself motherless and knows Catelyn a poor substitute for Minisa Tully. Cat does not blame him. She agrees. She cradles him and rocks him, but she cannot seem to conjure her mother’s magic, the indefinable something that made Minisa larger than life in Cat’s eyes, even when she was bleeding out on the birthing bed, that quality that made her able to soothe away even the worst of childhood’s miseries.

Something hot and heavy builds up in Catelyn, behind her eyes and between her ribs and underneath her tongue. She takes a deep breath and begins again. “Hush, little Ed, the sun has set, and night has fallen…”

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

Arya and the boy are close. 

Catelyn has spent so long worrying about Ned’s bastard usurping Robb, that it almost blindsides her to realize she’s been worrying about the wrong child. The boy is a long time away from being old enough to steal Robb’s birthright, but in the meantime he’s stolen other things: Arya’s laughter and Arya’s time, Arya’s confidence and Arya’s esteem.

Logically, Catelyn should be more concerned about her eldest son, but it’s this usurping of her youngest daughter that nettles at her in another way, different than the memories of Blackfyre.

The boys are Ned’s responsibility to rear and sculpt and raise, but Sansa and Arya fall under her sphere. It would not be so hard to guide Arya away from her half-brother. A pointed guilt-inducing comment to Arya, asking why she favors her bastard brother over her trueborn sister; a complaint to Ned that his bastard is interfering in her teaching of the girls; a simple edict that Arya can no longer associate with him. Ned would not protest; it’s Robb he wants being close to the boy, not necessarily Arya.

She never does. She says nothing, and continues to watch as her only Stark-looking child edges closer and closer to Ned’s only Stark-looking son. She watches Arya’s eyes, wide and adoring for Jon Snow as they never are for her mother, and never thinks to extinguish that light. 

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

“If you do not come down,” Catelyn says mildly, “then I shall climb up after you.”

Bran peers down at her from his perch on the rock wall, some twenty feet in the air, down at his mother, the stately Lady of Winterfell. “You wouldn’t!” he calls back down. 

Catelyn spent her girlhood climbing up trees on the riverbank, more agile than Lysa or Petyr. She is twenty years out of practice, but Cat Tully of the Trident still lives underneath the skin of Lady Stark.

“You should not have dared me,” is all she says before she rucks up her skirts, tying them into a knot at her waist, and finding herself a foothold amongst the rocks. 

(Some author’s notes links in reblogs.)

[herawell]

Devaki (Krishna's mother) for the Panchkanya ask?

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

In her days of maidenhood, Devaki had imagined her wedding night would be a joyous occasion, an auspicious start to what would be a fruitful marriage. Her husband would soothe her girlish nervousness, and while there would be some pain, he would be tender and gentle and the kind of husband girls prayed to Lord Shiva to attain, and she had looked forward to the night with giddy anticipation. 

A few ominous words from heaven is all it takes to turn them from blushing newlyweds to terrified prisoners, with little in the way of grace or tenderness. Devaki’s wedding night is fumbling and awkward and inundated with their tears, for they know what awaits the sons born from their union.

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Of all her brother-cousins, Kamsa drives the hardest bargains, and only after she agrees to give him half the mangoes she stole from the orchard does he agree not to report Devaki’s theft to Uncle Ugrasena. 

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Rohini and Yashoda raised the children of her womb, nurtured and loved and protected them while Devaki waited out her imprisonment, and that makes them more her sisters than any of her father’s daughters. 

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

The grief that fills their cell after their first son’s death leaves them both too weary to speak. Vasudeva, in particular, is struck hard: it was Devaki who carried Kirttiman in her for nine months, but Vasudeva who carried him to Kamsa to be murdered. When melancholy’s grip on him is tightest, she says nothing, but instead takes his raw wrists in her hands and chafes them with her pallu.

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

Devaki is near-blinded when she steps into sunlight for the first time in twenty-five years. A gentle breeze blows, and she tilts her head back, letting her locks -- rendered brittle gray by grief and dungeons -- flutter. She blinks her eyes again. This time, Mathura comes into sharp focus before her.

[herawell]

Padmaavati and/or Mehrunnisa for the Panchakanya meme?

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

Jalaluddin Khilji’s chief wife has borne only a single daughter, Mehrunissa. She has no son to her name, only haughtiness and pride and sheer grit, but still she is the Sultana of the zenana, the wife whose advice is most favored, the one accorded the title Empress of the World. She is a woman to be feared, and she looks to be shaping her daughter to be as fierce a lady-- but illness claims Malika-e-Jahan before her daughter’s tenth birthday, and any zest that may have been within Mehru.

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Her father had been hesitant about allowing her marriage to his avaricious, irreverent nephew, and after Alauddin commits adultery and murder on their wedding night, the Emperor outright offers to have the union dissolved. “There is no shame in choosing the path of the khulla, Mehru beti” Jalaluddin reminds her, but Mehrunissa is still bright-eyed with hope, and convinced she can charm her husband away from the path of lust.

Doubt creases his forehead, but he says nothing more on the matter. Years later, Mehru wishes that Jalaluddin had been less indulgent and more stern a father, and she knows that she would have thanked him for it, were he still alive.

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Mehrunissa is famously even-tempered -- years of being Alauddin’s wife taught her she needed to kill her anger, lest it consume her -- but she wants to scream when Ratan Singh insists on meeting with the Emperor before leaving, announcing his escape as a peacock struts its feathers. She is a stranger to him, yet she has risked her life to help him, and he is happy to waste her sacrifice, not even speaking of his loyal wife who walked into enemy territory to save him.

The King of Mewar, it seems, is as fine a husband as Mehru’s own Alauddin.

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

Time is slipping so fast through her fingers, and she will soon lose her royal title and her freedom -- yet Mehrunissa considers it well worth it to have seen the Queen of Chittor limned in moonlight, to have felt her fingers on hers and to have seen the lift of her chin.

She is not so different from Alauddin after all. Risking everything for Sinhala’s Padmavati apparently runs in the Khilji bloodline.

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

Alauddin’s eyes stray to Malik Kafur’s lithe form, swanning and sashaying around the court.

Mehru gazes upon the feast she spent four hours preparing with her own hands, waving away the services of their cooks.

Her husband’s ears crave Kafur’s innuendos and inflections and incisive wit.

Mehrunissa closes her ears to the bustling of the world and listens for the adhan, the call to praise Allah.

The Sultan’s limbs lock in a frenetic dance with the General’s, the energy of their cavorting shaking the high arches of the ceiling.

The Sultana sews the tears and rips in the Imperial doublets, and whenever she pricks a finger, her needlework alters not one beat in its rhythm and blood stiffens the fabric without intervention.

[herawell]

Sita and Draupadhi for Elia. Tara and Ahalya for Regulas Black. I haven't touched that fandom since 2018. That's when I made the blog.

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

She is terrified in King’s Landing.

Elia’s health and heritage already count against her, and she cannot give the court any more ammunition by showing fear. But by the old gods and the new and all seven hells, she is terrified. She has no allies in the capital, war rages in five kingdoms, and a fiery madman is her jailer. Rhaegar is gone like smoke to the wind, and Ashara’s illegitimate pregnancy has exiled her back to Starfall. Elia has only Rhaenys, Aegon, and Uncle Lewyn to her name. The first two can do naught but cling to her skirts, and Uncle Lewyn is a solid pillar of support but Aerys’s hostage as well. Other than her family, young Jaime Lannister is the only one to spare her an occasional mournful look.

Elia is a princess twice over and a woman of Dorne, but she is crumbling. 

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Elia and her children are at Dragonstone when the Starks burn. Three days later, Aerys summons, or rather, hauls, them to King’s Landing, and when she greets them, Queen Rhaella is a silent wraith with mottled arms. 

Elia thinks of Queen Naerys, and reflects that her goodmother does not even have an Aemon to watch over her, useless though the Dragonknight was.

Ointments and tonics show up in the Queen’s rooms -- not useless concoctions from Pycelle’s stores, but Dornish tinctures smuggled in by Ashara and Larra Blackmonth and Nym. 

[herawell]

@1nsaankahanhai-bkr asked “Regulus Black, Tara and Ahalya from the Panchakanya meme”.

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

When Dumbledore is burning from the inside and Harry is close to drowning and the Inferi are closing their slimy hands around his wrists like vises, he has no time to look at them and discern details. If he had troubled to look more closely, he would have noticed that one among their number was a dark-haired boy, not much older than Harry himself. Small and wiry, built like a Seeker, and uncannily alike in countenance with Harry’s godfather.

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

When the Sorting Hat declares him worthy of the green and silver, Regulus is proud -- and relieved. He does not meet Sirius’s eyes from where he sits, at the table of the red and gold riffraff. Mother and Father’s letters of pride descend upon him within the week, declaring him the true heir of the Black family. Regulus smiles, and does not allow himself to wonder at how easily the title passes.

[herawell]

for the panchakanya prompt, Mary I for Sita?

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Mary’s esteem is not easily earned, and although many maids and groomsmen at Hatfield whisper pledges of loyalty in passing, it’s not until she sees tangible proof of it -- whether addressing her as “Princess” despite her father’s injunctions, or smuggling her food, or secreting letters to and from Chapuys -- that she believes it. She cannot believe in friendship unless her well-wishers risk something for her. She trusted her father once, and Mary, Princess of Wales, does not make mistakes twice.

[herawell]

Thomas Cromwell (OT3 verse)?

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

Princess Mary’s silent disapproval should not cut Thomas so deeply. He knows that she will not reveal their secret to the world; her tongue is too bridled by self-preservation and love. He knows she will never treat George as lesser than Bessie or Tommy; her heart is too kind for her to resent a child, however she views his legitimacy. He knows that it is natural for her not to understand; her soul has been forged in the flames of papal and paternal rejection.

If he is coldly honest, he does not need the princess’s approval or liking. Of course, he would never wish any ill on his consorts’ eldest daughter, but Mary is not dear to him the way she is to Henry and Anne, and so long as she does not create trouble, her personal feelings do not matter to him.

And yet, her voice is coolly composed whenever they meet in public, and her eyes never quite meet his, and he feels himself a bruised boy on the streets of Putney. 

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Theft is a sin. But he’s barely sixteen and has just fled across an ocean to escape Norwich. He is well rid of being the man’s gutter rat, but he is also rid of the man’s considerable wealth that had fed and clothed him. Until Thomas can find himself a steady source of income, he’ll have to resort to secreting away crusts of bread and sticks of meat from inattentive vendors.

If this were some biblical parable, the food would curdle Thomas’s stomach, to teach listeners that even penury is no excuse for thievery, but it is the most delicious fare he has ever had.

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Liz Cromwell, formerly Liz Wykes, is an extraordinarily fastidious woman, meaning that it is a rare sight for her to still have dirt embedded under her fingernails by nightfall. She must have been in good cheer after spending the afternoon gardening. Thomas makes no mention of it, merely kissing her on the forehead and burying his nose in her hair. She must have washed it in rosewater, and the flower scent emanates from her in waves. Thomas closes his eyes and thinks of all that he never thought to have.

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

The uprising was in the end made up of no more than a few dozen peasants and easily quelled, but Henry still took a nasty wound to his side. Thomas begs leave to tend to the King’s injury alone. “He is my most trusted advisor, and a veteran of wars beside; he can treat me as well as any physician,” Henry says imperiously, composed for the court’s benefit, but once everyone else is dismissed, his Tudor temper rears itself.

“The nerve of those miscreants,” he hisses through clenched teeth, as Thomas wipes away blood with a clean cloth. “You’ve worked so hard to strike a balance between Rome and reform, and yet they would undo all your labors and disrupt the peace?”

“Be still, Your Majesty. I think some of your ribs are bruised, in attention to your gash.”

Henry subsides, but his eyes remain fiery. “They don’t deserve you as their Prime Minister. They don’t deserve you, my raven.”

“Lift up your back, Henry, I need to wrap this bandage around you.” 

Thomas continues his work, methodical as ever, but there is a faint color to his cheeks and a dip in his chin.

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

Frances St. Leger praises Thomas on the wisdom of his measures he proposed to Parliament, wonders aloud at the degree of trust the King places in him, and tells him that his doublet brings out the color of his eyes, and still Thomas thinks her nothing more than a young woman being polite.

(Behind doors, Henry and Anne bury their foreheads in their hands.)

[herawell]

Panchakanya meme

Send me a character from any of my fandoms and I’ll write a ficlet for one prompt from each of the following categories.

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

[vaijayantheee]

Tigress for the Panchakanya meme (I’m the OP!)

Yesss! Thank you for the ask, and also letting me use this gem, I love it so much it has my heart!!! (Also I tried lol - Tigress is amazing)

Ahalya

an important first for them || deception || disguise || something they waited for || kill two birds with one stone

Tigress' mind would wander often as she practised meditation on one leg, thinking about her time at the Garnet Palace, slaving under Master Mugan’s strict and unfriendly Kung Fu training. Although she didn’t like to admit it in front of Po, she was extremely grateful that he had come all the way to convince her to return to the Jade Palace, even promising that he’ll become more disciplined if it’d help. The walk back home had proved to Tigress that there is more to life than Kung Fu, and that is learning how to burp the whole alphabet perfectly. 

Draupadi

one grudge they held || favorite hairstyle || baptism of fire || five finger discount || one big change that they wrought

When the other kids at the orphanage looked at her with fear, little Tigress couldn’t help but lose control over herself, and her supposed power, as her shadow in her dark room loomed over herself. She’d scratch at the walls in her bedroom, the only companions to her lonely agony, until a small man came with a set of dominoes, something she had only tried playing once and given up after it took too long and she spotted from the side of her eye, a little goat hiding behind a pillar, tremblingly looking at the dominoes, waiting for her to finish. 

Sita

friends are the family we choose for ourselves || green thumb || captive audience || no good deed goes unpunished || true blue

That flabby panda could never defeat Tai Lung, Tigress thought as she jumped nimbly over the roofs of the Valley of Peace without the knowledge of the sleeping citizens. When the nearby sound of a slither and the flap of wings landed on her sharp ears, it was only for a second that she doubted that they would try to stop her, but the Furious Five would always be on the same page, and that night, excitement rung around them as an adventure, and the defeat of Tai Lung, was just around the corner. 

Tara

one prediction they made || communal cup || one injury/wound/illness they healed or cured || on the tail end || keen acumen

Last time they had faced Shen, Po had got himself too hurt for Tigress to let them face one another again. Leaving him safe in Gongmen Jail was the only plan she could think of that had at least a slight chance of working, trusting Po. So when she saw him at the top of the Gongmen workshop, doing exactly what she didn’t want him to do, speaking with that evil peacock, it was only fair that she got him out of there as soon as possible, fighting every gorilla and wolf who came in the way between her and her oh-so-vulnerable friend.

Mandodari

frog in boiling water || mother lode || hospitality in a time of war || one time they intervened || labor of love

Po had just took one of Shen’s bombs to his chest, and Tigress had just recovered from the assumption that he had been dead. She couldn’t possibly let him take another one and that too at this close of a range. It was something only the hardcore could physically pull off, as she pushed him away and saw white. 

[herawell]

Hi Ally,

How about Radha for Panchakanya meme?

Hi!

I’m not taking fic requests until May due to school, but I’m publishing this in case anyone else wants to write this prompt!

The Panchakanya meme.