#sivagami

[bhalare-vichitram]

Sivagami: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Bhalla. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing him!

Y/n: Nope.

Sivagami: In that case, as the archbishop of Bhalla's fully awakened romance-dom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Bhalla right on the lips!!!

Bhalla, hiding in the shadows, behind Sivagami: *Cheering his mother on*

[the-flower-named-fire]

Making a promise or an oath and then being bound to it later can be complicated.

[herawell]

Sivagami (bbli) and Draupadi (mbh) for the character meme/bingo please!

Sivagami

Draupadi

[nimblermortal]

Any time a piece of media tells me two same-gender babies were raised together, I go, "There is a 50/50 chance those babies got swapped. Babies are not super distinct."

So, juicy detail: we get Magical Paternity Test in the climactic battle, and right before Bijjaladeva dies he learns that Mahendra is actually his grandson, and you get the bulging eyes of realization that this entire time he has been plotting against his own descendants...

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

shhh shh i need to rewatch them now and Sob

Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; Sivagami messed up real bad.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bhallaladeva x Manjari (OC)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @mahi-wayy

Devasena huffed as she cradled her swollen belly and swiftly walked towards the Chambers where Bahubali; her Husband and the King of Mahishmati, and Bhallaladeva, her elder brother figure and Commander of Mahishmati's army were planning something.

Things had gone awry when Devasena had took her firm stand up in front of Sivagami Devi, angering the Queen Mother in front of Whole Court. It was surprising, though, to see that Bhallaladeva confessed he didn't wish to marry Devasena anymore, and that Bahubali can marry her.

It would have led to civil war, but Bhallaladeva confronted Sivagami Devi which hurt her sentiments and the big ego she was growing back then, and the woman had declared that Bahubali will be crowned King and Bhallaladeva as Commander, but it came with consequences.

Bijjaladeva disowned his son.

Not that anyone cared, though.

The change in Bhallaladeva surprised both Devasena; who felt he was a snobby arrogant manchild and Bahubali, who was just happy his older brother was back. The two were though confused that who caused this change, and the day they found the answer when the Annual Jagadambika Poojan for nine days started.

The temple amidst intricate carvings and an aura of oil lamps lit up with a rhythmic sound of drums when Bhallaladeva, the fierce and imposing Commander of the Mahishmati Armed Forces, reached the place to join in the auspicious Pooja. There would stand courtiers, priests and noblemen, watching with reverence as the life within the temple, that earthly representative of divine power, the culture surrounding the kingdom.

As Pooja began, his thoughts strayed from rituals and chants toward the grand hall's center where a dancer moved with an entrancing grace. She was Manjari, a dusky-skinned Priestess whose movements turned into poetry, her anklets chiming with every step. She was dressed in red and gold, eyes glittering with a fire that almost matched the flames dancing upon the torches that supported the temple; and so living for the spirit of the goddess she adored. Bhallaladeva, sedate and poised as always, was entranced by Manjari's dance.

He saw each movement unfold as an expression of love and mystery, leading him deep into a trance. Her dance was much more than an art; it was a prayer, a powerful invoking to command every soul there to pay attention. For Bhallaladeva, the man of war and strategy, hardened, it was a profoundly spiritual experience to watch Manjari's ethereal dance.

He was exposed to the emotion-wrenching look in her eyes, the soft yet powerful dance of her figure, and the way that the mere presence of a person seemed to command the space. Amidst the blowing of conch shells and rising smoke of incense, Bhallaladeva came to realize that he was not observing something; but rather he was entranced by thin threads of invisibility connecting him to the divine priestess who danced as if she was calling the gods themselves to bear testimony to her devotion.

Devasena and Bahubali, both were elated that Bhallaladeva loved someone, and even helped him most of the times. Manjari was a Devadasi, hence even Sivagami didn't oppose her coming to Palace to see Devasena as she was pregnant, since a Devadasi is considered auspicious.

But right now, the danger looming over Manjari's head was something which scared Devasena.

The Princess of Kunthala reached the heavy doors and took a deeo breath, commanding the doors to be opened. Once they did, the occupants of room lookes at her. "Devasena? What are you doing here?" Bahubali asked as he and Bhallaladeva ran to her, making her sit on a Couch. Randev, Bahubali's friend brought a tumbler of water and handed it to Devasena.

"Bhalla! You have to run to Shiva Temple right now! Manjari! She's in danger!" Devasena exclaimed, her eyes wide. "What are you saying Devasena? Why will Manjari be in danger?" Bhallaladeva asked. "Rajmata. She wants you to marry the Princess of Simhadhwaja, Princess Yagnika. One of the courtiers told her about you and Manjari, and she has sent Soldiers to.." Bhallaladeva ran out before she could complete her sentence.

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Manjari was all set to sleep when a shadow outside her hut in Temple sanctum, and the sound of footsteps made her sit straight. Manjari could feel the hammering of her heart in her chest as shadows appeared to move in the faintly lit corners of her room. Then came a whispery rustle of armor; metal faintly glinted, and into this darkness lurked the soldiers, their intent predatory.

Panic ran through her veins. She hastened, those fragile feet not making a sound on the cold marble floor as she slid by the door with her heart pounding with fear and instinct. That temple, once her safe haven, looked now like a trap closing in on her. She ran the maze of temple corridors, taking those ragged, shallow breaths. The soldiers pursued her mercilessly; their footsteps filled the air with an eerie echo of danger nipping at the heels of this poor woman running for life. Her sari fluttered behind her as a banner of defiance yet showed no clear path marked in front. Manjari darted her eyes to and fro searching around for her escape, but every turn took her deeper into the mazes.

Just as she thought she might find her way out, Manjari spun on her heel, the rush of fear fogging her vision, and crashed into something so immovable, so unyielding that it rooted her to the spot. She backpedaled, eyes wide with terror, but when she looked up again she was gazing into Bhallaladeva's face. His towering form filled her entire view, blocking her way out. His gaze, intensive and unreadable, locked onto hers, and the weight of her predicament settled heavily between them.

"Senapathi.." Manjari tearfully hugged him, as The soldiers behind her stopped short, freezing as they saw their doom in Bhallaladeva's eyes.

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Bhallaladeva's footsteps echoed down the corridors of the palace, hot with indignation. His mind was bubbling over with bitter memories as he moved towards the Shiva Temple to his mother, Sivagami Devi, who was blamed. The Mahishmati kingdom had made her the regal queen mother-words for herself there were law. But to Bhallaladeva, she was a dim silhouette—thick and stern, unforgiving and unsweet. Bhallaladeva recalled how he always wanted his mother's love, even when a child; instead, he would get cold stares and a sharp tongue. Everywhere around him, people went around speaking of his strength and valor, but Sivagami's gaze was always on some fault-finding issue that had never brought across a proud motherly warmth. As he clenched his fists, memories of his childhood rushing back into his mind.

He could still remember all the attempts he had made to win her favor—by mastering the skill of war, performing exceptionally well in his studies, or showcasing his mastery in fights. But all in vain. Sivagami always compared him to his cousin, Amarendra Baahubali, whom she loved like her very son.

Bhallaladeva silently witnessed her when she gushed about everything Baahubali did, offering him that maternal pride Bhallaladeva has always wanted but would never receive. Every smile she threw towards Baahubali felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart as it reminds him of how he shall always be second in her eyes. Meanwhile, recalling the favours of Sivagami, Bhallaladeva ran toward the temple.

He recalled the day he was winning the fight in the ground, but she picked Baahubali, making known her decision that the throne would be bagged by him who served people best and not by him who sought power. The words had hurt him, and he recalled them every moment in his life.

He is not a son to her; on the contrary, he was a brutal man with an insatiable will to dominate, unbefitting the prince for which he had striven for his life. Bhallaladeva did not utter the pain, covering it with layers of ambitions and anger within him, and today the facade was crumbling apart. Before him was the temple, its massive structure jarringly contrasting the chaos within his soul.

Bhallaladeva's breath was laboured, his face screwed up in a snarl as he stormed up the steps, his eyes blazing with the fire of years-long pent-up resentment. This place, consecrated to the god of destruction, seemed apt for the storm that brewed inside him.

Today Bhallaladeva was not marching up to a temple; he was marching against the shackles of his whole life left untouched with scorn and negligence, every stride taken as a defiant act against the mother who never did see him for who he was.

Just as he turned in corner, a horrified Manjari ran into him. Looking in her eyes he realised how scared she was. Her dusky cheeks were red with all the crying, her eyes wide in fear and pain. Clutching her sari around her body, Manjari hugged him tightly. "Manjari, I'm here.. do not worry. Just... Close your eyes. You might not want to see." He said softly and Manjari nodded.

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Thunder cackled in sky as Sivagami Devi sat on her throne, Bahubali and Devasena sitting nearby. The two were concerned as they waited Bhallaladeva's arrival. Soon the thunder cackled aloud, flashing the corridor in which stood a man holding a sword.

Sivagami Devi looked up, a shiver running down her spine as a bloody sight of a furious Bhallaladeva, and noted the flutter of a plain Red saree behind him. Bhallaladeva moved and her eyes widened when she saw Manjari, her hair partition filled with red Sindoor as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in, the girl looking fearful.

"Mother, meet your daughter-in-law, Manjari." He grinned, a grin which scared the three. Sivagami looked appalled, her wide eyes on Manjari as she looked at her from head to toe, her anger returning. "Bhalla!? What is this!?" She screamed.

Sivagami Devi's voice was at once shrill with indignation and robust as she berated Bhallaladeva with a flare in her eyes. "How dare you go against me to marry that temple dancer, Manjari?" she yelled, her speech loaded with scorn. "I wanted you to marry Yagnika, the Princess of Simhadhwaja, and seal an alliance for Mahishmati!" Her voice was robust, but behind it lay a hollow frustration—Bhallaladeva had gone against her wishes again.

Bhallaaladeva snapped. Climbing to his feet, he shouted into her face, "All my life, I've been nothing but a pawn in your schemes!" His voice was shaking with all the anger he felt, festering over the years. "You cared not for what I wanted, only for what you were about- your ambition. I am done living under your shadow," he said, the bitterness in his words as he confronted a mother who would never see him past his utility.

He took a step forward, eyes blazing with defiance. "I love Manjari," he said, his voice carrying through tension. "She sees me for what I am, not what she can get from me. I married her because she is my choice, not yours. I won't let you dictate my life again." Bold, defiant-a challenge flung at the feet of the woman who had always controlled his fate.

And for one moment, she was left speechless by this tirade, losing all her expression. Bhallaladeva's defiance shattered all the rigid expectations she had always imposed upon the world around her and created a chasm between them that seemed impossible to bridge. She could see him not as the son she had shaped but for the first time ever the man he had become, driven by a love that defied her will.

Sivagami soon moulded her expressions back in the cold one as she stood up. "You also are going like someone who once defied me." Bahubali looked away at that.

"Do not blame Bahu, Mother." Bhallaladeva sneered. "Manjari came in my life way before Devasena came in Bahu's life. And I won't let you dictate my life anymore." Bhallaladeva said. Sivagami stared at them for a moment before fleeting her eyes at Manjari, and left.

"Bhalla, you scared us!" Devasena exclaimed as she waddled fastly towards them and hugged Manjari. "Oh dear, you are so scared. Come, I will take you to room so that you can rest." She said and Manjari numbly nodded, before going with Devasena.

Manjari glanced back at Bhallaladeva, her heart pounding as she took in his imposing figure, drenched in blood from the fierce battle he had fought to protect her. His fierce gaze softened as it met hers, revealing a rare tenderness and love in his eyes. Overwhelmed by the realization of her deep feelings for him, she blushed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. She gave him a small, shy smile before turning away.

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[eowyntheavenger]

LOTR/Baahubali parallels because I feel insane

RETURN OF THE KING! But it’s even more than that: Sivudu (Mahendra) and Estel (Aragorn) both grow up without knowing their true identity and learn it later, and they also both visit their kingdom in disguise

Defending Mahishmati from the Kalakeyas and Minas Tirith from Sauron’s armies

Giant statues, although in different contexts—the Argonath don’t have the bad vibes of Bhallaladeva’s statue

Giant waterfalls: the falls of Pranahita and the falls of Rauros

Swan ships!!! But seriously, what were the odds of this motif?

AMAZING, LIFE-CHANGING SOUNDTRACKS!!! Also in the LOTR books there are a lot of songs, so you could totally make a Tollywood LOTR adaptation, just saying…

BETRAYAL: Kattappa and, at first I thought Sméagol, but perhaps Boromir fits this parallel even better because of his ultimately noble intentions and regret, just like Kattappa I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

The death by fire of a corrupt ruler: Denethor and Bhallaladeva

Bhallaladeva is also obviously Sauron though! HATE HIM

But I also think there are some interesting Denethor and Sivagami parallels!!! Both are regents, and she doesn’t see how evil Bhallaladeva is, sort of like how Denethor is deceived by the enemy

OH NO. THAT MAKES AMARENDRA FARAMIR. I’M SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Both Denethor and Sivagami feel in some way betrayed by their child and want Faramir and Amarendra to serve them, not a higher ideal, and both men have (or are given) a pivotal choice: for Faramir, it’s the choice between bringing the Ring to Denethor or letting it go; for Amarendra, it’s the choice between the crown and Devasena (and obviously he chooses her because they INVENTED ROMANCE)

ALSO in a more thematic sense, Faramir was choosing between power and the right thing, and Amarendra was choosing between power and love! I just! YES!

Devasena and Eowyn: THIS PARALLEL WORKS TOO, Amarendra and Faramir both meet powerful warrior women from a neighboring land and fall in love instantly

Someone make a gif set of this PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU!

[whimsiquix]

Well, if we look at it purely in terms of plot, varadha is better suited for playing baahubali, he even has rudra to play bhallaladeva. But then again, deva— besides being, you know, prabhas—also has amma to play sivagami...

But it's far more amusing to see varadha play politics and win at it, all so our dear himbo deva can keep committing glorious (and righteous) manslaughter ✨️

Or...we could take the easy route and go with reincarnation, baahubali happened in a past life and we can even keep devasena a woman to give varadha some gender dysphoria in addition to like every other trauma he has.

There's also the isekai route...where varadha could get dropped in mahishmati or something...but I think that's already being done in a fic— though not involving baahubali but with a more 'Outlander' feel to it.

Okay omg I literally love all of this so so so much???? Also Varadha being dropped into Mahishmati is just unhinged 🤤 like him in Mahishmari style Rajamouli wardrobes? Yes please! Also, he’d probably thrive in a medieval honour culture in a way he never would in modern day Khansaar-

[meenammal]

What is Bhallaladeva's claim to the throne of Mahishmati?

° Sivagami is an outsider who derives power from her marital relationship to the royal family.

° Bijjala was never a king.

° Bijjala was punished due to his treachery. Even if he believes that it was his physical disability that made him ineligible, the reason doesn't matter.

° No faction likes him enough to declare him as their leader. He is always hanging out with his son's friends and palace officials like purohit.

° So Bijjala is out of the race. That makes Bhalla too ineligible, as he doesn't have any claim from his mother's side either.

° Amarendra Baahubali is the eldest and only son of the dead king. So naturally he is the one and only heir.

[warnermeadowsgirl]

The Warrior's Heart

A. Bahubali × Fem!OC

Amarendra Baahubali was patrolling the forest border of the neighboring kingdom of Varanasi, alert and vigilant as ever. The dense forest was a challenge, but he thrived in such environments. With the imminent threat of conflict, he knew he had to be cautious. As he ventured deeper, he heard a rustling in the bushes ahead. Drawing his sword, he advanced, ready for any confrontation.

From the shadows emerged Shambhavi, the warrior princess of Varanasi. Clad in a peacock blue lehenga choli, her presence was both commanding and enchanting. She, too, had been patrolling her kingdom's borders, ensuring its safety from potential threats. Mistaking each other for enemies, they locked eyes with intense determination.

"Who are you?" Shambhavi demanded, her voice steady, yet fierce.

"I am Amarendra Baahubali of Mahishmati. Identify yourself!" he retorted, his grip tightening on his sword.

"Shambhavi, princess of Varanasi," she replied, her own sword raised, ready for combat.

Without another word, they engaged in a fierce sword fight. Their skills were unmatched, each parrying the other's attacks with precision. The forest echoed with the clash of steel. Amidst the intense combat, Amarendra's sword accidentally sliced through the six doris holding Shambhavi's backless blouse. Her back was suddenly exposed, causing her to gasp in shock.

Realizing his mistake, Amarendra immediately ceased his attack. "I am deeply sorry, Princess Shambhavi. It was not my intention," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. He swiftly removed his shawl and offered it to her, turning his gaze away to give her privacy.

Shambhavi, though initially furious, saw the sincerity in his eyes. She took the shawl and wrapped it around herself. "Thank you," she said softly, her anger dissipating.

In that moment, a bond formed between them, born out of respect and an unexpected act of chivalry. As they parted ways, Shambhavi found herself thinking about the noble warrior who had shown her such kindness. Similarly, Amarendra couldn't shake the image of the fierce yet graceful princess from his mind.

Months passed, and their paths crossed again during various diplomatic missions and events. Their interactions, though brief, were always filled with mutual admiration and unspoken affection.

Back in Mahishmati, Rajmata Sivagami noticed the change in Amarendra. His thoughts seemed preoccupied, his heart seemingly lost to someone. Determined to see her son happy, she decided to investigate. Learning about Shambhavi, Sivagami decided to visit the kingdom of Varanasi.

In Varanasi, Rajmata Sivagami was received with great honor. She presented a portrait of Amarendra to Shambhavi and proposed a marriage alliance. Shambhavi's heart raced as she gazed at the painting. The memories of their encounters flashed before her eyes, and she realized her feelings for Amarendra had deepened into love.

"I accept," Shambhavi said, her voice steady and confident. The prospect of marrying Amarendra filled her with joy.

Meanwhile, in the kingdom of Kuntala, Devasena, another warrior princess, had also fallen for Amarendra during his visit. She sent a marriage proposal through her brother, the king. When the proposal reached Amarendra, he knew his heart belonged to Shambhavi.

"I am honored by Princess Devasena's proposal," Amarendra said respectfully, "but my heart has chosen someone else."

Devasena, though disappointed, respected his decision. She knew Amarendra's honor and loyalty were unmatched, and she admired him even more for his honesty.

The preparations for Amarendra and Shambhavi's wedding began in earnest. The two kingdoms, Mahishmati and Varanasi, were abuzz with excitement. The grand wedding was to be a union of two powerful and noble houses.

On the day of the wedding, the palace was adorned with flowers and festoons. Amarendra stood at the altar, his eyes scanning the crowd, waiting for his bride. Shambhavi, dressed in a resplendent bridal attire, walked towards him, her heart pounding with happiness.

As they stood before the sacred fire, they exchanged vows, their eyes reflecting the love and respect they had for each other. The priests chanted blessings, and the air was filled with the sound of music and celebration.

"I promise to stand by you, to support you, and to love you with all my heart," Amarendra said, his voice steady and filled with emotion.

"And I promise to be your strength, your partner, and your equal in all things," Shambhavi replied, her eyes glistening with tears of joy.

The ceremony concluded with the couple taking their seven sacred vows, symbolizing their eternal bond. The kingdoms rejoiced, celebrating the union of their beloved prince and princess.

As they walked hand in hand, Amarendra whispered to Shambhavi, "From the moment we met in that forest, I knew you were someone special. I am grateful to have you by my side."

Shambhavi smiled, her heart swelling with love. "And I am grateful to have found a noble and kind soul like you, Amarendra."

Their journey together had only just begun, but they knew that with love, respect, and understanding, they could overcome any challenge. Their union was not just the merging of two kingdoms, but the beginning of a new era of peace and prosperity.

And so, Amarendra Baahubali and Shambhavi, the warrior princess of Varanasi, embarked on their new life together, bound by love, honor, and the promise of a glorious future.

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A/N: A little birthday special from me to u guys;)

@mayakimayahai @mahi-wayy @ranisingsnew @ulaganayagi @maraudersbitchesassemble @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @vijayasena @gloriouspurpose01

Enjoy;) Let me know if you wanna be tagged.......

[kummatty]

Smita Patil as Sivagami, Chidambaram (1985)

[loumandivorce]

just found out the actress who played sivagami in baahubali was also the evil lady in chaahat obsessed w shah rukh khan? her range...

[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

#4

The Harsh Interrogation

Synopsis: Y/n is taken to an interrogation by a bemused Bhalla who evidently enjoys mentally torturing her, despite believing her story. Before Bhalla can harmlessly end the interrogation, Bijjaladeva enters and going against the orders of his son, scars Y/n, refusing to believe her. Bhalla comes to the rescue, but a hasty Bahubali enters the scene and misreads the situation, rushing to help Y/n. Sivagami ends the interrogation when she declares that Y/n is a guest of the kingdom and shall be treated with hospitality. Bhalla is ordered to lead Y/n to her new chambers, and so begins the duo's endless banter.

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Inside the dimly lit chamber, Bhallaladeva conducted the initial interrogation. His aura was unexpectedly calm and measured, in stark contrast to the ruthless reputation he carried. Calm, but still snarky and bitter from his previous interaction with Y/n. 

He questioned Y/n about her origins and the circumstances that brought her to Mahishmati. His inquisitive nature betrayed a genuine curiosity about her.

Bhallaladeva leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Y/n, and asked, 

"So, young lady, care to explain how you found yourself in Mahishmati? Your story should be quite extraordinary… And what did you say your name was?"

Y/n, seated before Bhallaladeva, was visibly stressed and annoyed at Bhalla, she could tell that he saw her stress and was purposely putting pressure on her by piling up the questions. 

She struggled to maintain her composure under the pressure of the interrogation. Y/n mentally cursed at herself for being so rude with Bhalla previous to the interrogation. Had she known that he would be the one conducting it, she wouldn’t have been so reckless. 

But Y/n also had to hold herself back from jumping from her seat, onto Bhalla and ripping his hair out to ease her frustration. She resorted to simply glaring at him. 

Her heart raced, and her palms grew clammy as she fabricated a story to protect her secret. The fear of being exposed weighed heavily on her.

She took a deep breath and began her fabricated tale, 

"Your Highness, I come from a distant land, and I arrived in Mahishmati with the sole purpose of immersing myself in your rich culture, to learn and appreciate the heritage of this kingdom." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her anxiety.

Bhallaladeva arched an eyebrow, his expression still holding a hint of interest and sadism. 

"And how exactly did you find yourself in the middle of our hunting ground, surrounded by my soldiers?"

Y/n's gaze met Bhallaladeva's, and she replied, 

"It was during my exploration of the city that I encountered a magician. This magician possessed the power to manipulate time and space, and in a moment of bewilderment, I found myself transported to the hunting ground, where you found me."

Bhallaladeva's eyes remained fixed on Y/n, his silence a testament to his contemplation. Finally, he spoke, his tone still tinged with scepticism, 

"A magician who manipulates time and space? Your tale is quite fantastical, girl."

Y/n swallowed hard, her anxiety intensifying. She had to maintain her façade, no matter how implausible her story sounded. 

"It's the truth, Your Highness. I understand that it may be hard to believe, but it's the only explanation I have."

“And what did you say your name was and where exactly did you come from?” Bhalla asked slowly as he analysed Y/n’s face, searching for more than what Y/n would let him in on.

“My name is L/n Y/n, and I come from, er- The land of…” Y/n gulped as Bhalla urged for her to go on, her eyes darting all across the room, trying to think of a country that surely Bhallaladeva wouldn’t know of, “Mexico!” Y/n said suddenly, remembering her history lessons. “I come from a land called ‘Mexico’, Your Highness.”

Bhallaladeva's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.

"Mexico, you say? That's quite a journey, from a land I've never heard of. You certainly have a vivid imagination, L/n Y/n."

Y/n gritted her teeth, frustration building within her as she realized Bhallaladeva was intentionally making this more difficult.

“Well, Your Highness, I suppose when one encounters a magician who can bend reality, imagination becomes a necessity."

The chamber was filled with tension as Bhallaladeva continued to study Y/n, his thoughts shrouded in mystery. It was a battle of wits.

The atmosphere grew ominously tense as the chamber door creaked open, revealing the menacing presence of Bijjaladeva, a man infamous for his cruelty and ruthlessness. 

Bijjaladeva wasted no time in asserting his authority, dismissing Bhallaladeva's more measured approach with a disdainful wave of his hand. His malevolent smile sent shivers down Y/n's spine as he approached her, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glint.

"You there," he hissed, his voice dripping with venomous intent, "you will answer my questions, and you will do so truthfully, or you will suffer consequences far worse than you can imagine."

Y/n, who had already been struggling to maintain her composure under Bhallaladeva's questioning, found herself even more distressed by Bijjaladeva's presence.

"I will do my best to answer your questions, Your Highness," Y/n replied, her voice trembling, her eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills with Bijjaladeva's.

Bijjaladeva leaned in even closer, his cold breath grazing Y/n's ear as he whispered, "Your best may not be good enough. You see, I have a particular talent for extracting the truth from those who dare to deceive me."

As he spoke, Bijjaladeva gestured to one of his guards, who produced a wicked-looking instrument from a nearby table. It gleamed ominously in the dim light, and Y/n's eyes widened in terror as she realized the nature of the device.

She couldn't help but blurt out, 

"What is that? What do you intend to do with it?"

Bijjaladeva's cruel smile widened, revealing a set of sharp, predatory teeth. 

"Oh, my dear," he said, "this is a tool of persuasion. A little device I've perfected over the years to encourage cooperation."

With a swift, menacing motion, Bijjaladeva signalled to his guards to approach Y/n. They seized her by the arms, their grips like iron vices, and forced her to her feet. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against their hold, her eyes darting around the room for any means of escape. 

Bhallaladeva’s eyes widened at his and his eyebrows scrunched. 

He made a quick move to stand up and approach his father, but he was quickly pushed back. Bhallaladeva knew Y/n meant no ill intent. 

He was just playing with her, making her nervous and tense, scaring her simply because he felt like it, or rather to get back at her for her earlier recklessness, not meaning to actually harm her. But his father, on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas.

Bijjaladeva stepped closer, his eyes locking onto Y/n's with a sinister intensity. 

"Now, my dear," he hissed, "let's start from the beginning, shall we? You will tell me everything or this little device will become intimately acquainted with your flesh."

The room seemed to close in around Y/n as she faced the true depths of Bijjaladeva's cruelty. 

“Please, Your Majesty, I truly mean no harm or harbour any ill intent towards you or this kingdom-!”

As the malevolent smile on Bijjaladeva's face seemed to widen, ready to unleash his ruthless methods, an unexpected interruption occurred. 

Bhallaladeva, despite his outwardly ruthless demeanour and the ongoing tension between him and Y/n, unexpectedly stepped forward. He intervened, his voice surprisingly calm and measured, as he asserted his belief in Y/n's account.

"I believe her," Bhallaladeva declared, his voice cutting through the tension like a sudden gust of wind in a storm. 

Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief at Bhallaladeva's unexpected support, her confusion evident in her expression. 

Bijjaladeva, on the other hand, appeared taken aback by his son's unexpected support for the stranger before them. His cruel smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a scowl of disapproval.

"You believe her, Bhalla?" Bijjaladeva's voice was laced with incredulity, his gaze piercing into his son's.

Bhallaladeva nodded firmly, his gaze unwavering as he met his father's disapproving stare. "Yes, Father. There's something about her... something in her eyes that tells me she's not lying when she says she means no ill."

Y/n, still bewildered by this turn of events, found her voice. "Thank you, Your Highness. I appreciate your support."

Bijjaladeva's scowl deepened, but he chose not to argue further with his son at that moment. Instead, he turned his attention back to Y/n, his eyes narrowing. "Very well. We will continue this discussion later."

As the tension in the chamber gradually eased, Bhallaladeva motioned for the guards to release their grip on Y/n. 

"You're safe for now," he whispered to her, his voice holding a hint of reassurance.

Y/n nodded in gratitude, her emotions still a whirlwind of confusion and relief. 

The room seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief as Y/n's ordeal appeared to be over. She let out a trembling breath, her heart still racing, but she was grateful for the momentary reprieve from the looming threat of torture.

Before anyone could fully process what was happening, Bijjaladeva's demeanour shifted from calm to fury. In an alarming moment, he snatched a nearby torture instrument and lunged at Y/n with a ferocity that left everyone in the room stunned. 

The sharp tip of the instrument pierced the top layer of the skin on her right cheek, drawing a fat drop of blood that glistened ominously.

Bijjaladeva's voice thundered through the chamber as he shouted at Y/n, demanding the truth from her.

“Tell me the truth girl! Who sent you!?” The room was filled with tension once more, and Y/n's eyes widened in terror as the instrument sank menacingly over her.

But in a dramatic twist, Bhallaladeva, quick as lightning, intervened. He placed his arm between Bijjaladeva and Y/n, snatching the instrument from his father's grasp. The sudden action sent Bijjaladeva stumbling back, his rage momentarily quelled.

In a dark, commanding tone, Bhallaladeva addressed his father. 

"That's enough, Father. I already told you, I believe her. I'm certain she means no harm to Mahishmati or anyone here.” Bhalla spoke in a commanding voice, “If she does anything wrong, I am willing to be held accountable for her."

Bhallaladeva's words were firm and resolute, his voice unwavering as he continued, "She doesn't deserve to be treated like this."

Bijjaladeva, still seething with anger, glared at his son, his chest heaving with frustration. The room was filled with a heavy silence, the tension between father and son palpable.

Y/n, her heart still pounding from the ordeal, looked at Bhallaladeva with a mixture of gratitude and astonishment. 

As the tension in the chamber continued to mount and Y/n's stress reached its peak, a dramatic entrance marked the arrival of Amarendra Baahubali. 

With a gentle but authoritative demeanour, he stepped forward and took in the sight before him—the bloodied instrument in Bhallaladeva's hand and the large drop of blood cascading down Y/n's left cheek.

Bahubali's brow furrowed with concern as he mistakenly interpreted the situation. He believed that Bhallaladeva was the one who had pierced Y/n's skin, unaware that he was the one who had actually saved her from it. With an air of chivalry and protectiveness, he urged Bhallaladeva to stop.

"What is the meaning of this, Bhalla!?" Bahubali's voice carried a tone of authority as he addressed his brother. "Have you lost all sense of reason? This is not the way to treat a guest."

Bhallaladeva was taken aback by Bahubali's intervention. He quickly tried to clarify the situation but found himself at a loss for words. The confusion was compounded by the fact that Bahubali, in his protective stance, had misunderstood the circumstances.

"I didn't—" Bhallaladeva began, attempting to explain, but he was interrupted by Bahubali's continued admonishment.

"We must show hospitality to our guests, not subject them to harm," Bahubali continued, his voice unwavering. He strode towards the stressed Y/n, reaching a gentle arm out towards her. 

Y/n looked down at his hand with grateful eyes and placed her hand upon his and he helped her stand up. Bahu reached into his pocket and pulled out his very own handkerchief.

The brothers exchanged glances, their contrasting personalities on full display—Bhallaladeva, the perceived villain with hidden depths, and Bahubali, the hero who often used his brother's darker image to emphasize his own virtuous nature, unknowingly. 

Y/n observed this scene intently.

Sivagami's entrance into the chamber had brought a semblance of order to the previously tense atmosphere. As she took charge of the situation, Bhallaladeva, Bahubali, and Y/n waited in anticipation of her decision. It was clear that the queen's words would carry immense weight.

Sivagami, her regal bearing unwavering, addressed the assembly with a measured tone. 

"In times of uncertainty, it is our duty to extend our hospitality to those who seek refuge within our kingdom's borders," she began. "This young woman, Y/n, has found herself in our midst under mysterious circumstances. It is our responsibility to ensure her safety and well-being."

Bijjaladeva spoke up with a hint of scepticism in his voice. "But Sivagami, how can we be certain of her intentions? She appeared out of nowhere, and her story is far from conventional."

Bahubali, ever the voice of reason and compassion, offered his perspective. 

"Mother, we must also consider the possibility that Y/n is a victim of circumstances beyond her control. Her appearance may be strange, but her demeanour does not suggest malice."

Y/n, feeling a deep sense of gratitude toward Bahubali for his support, couldn't help but chime in. 

"I assure you, Your Highness, I mean no harm to Mahishmati or its people. My presence here is as much a mystery to me as it is to all of you."

Sivagami regarded Y/n with a penetrating gaze, her wisdom evident in her every word. 

"Then it is settled," she declared. " L/n Y/n shall be allowed to stay within the palace and study the ways of our kingdom. We shall provide her with the guidance she needs to navigate our world."

This decision was met with a collective sense of relief, as it offered Y/n a chance to understand the dynamics of Mahishmati and lay out her plan to fulfil her secret mission.

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After the intense interrogation, Queen Sivagami ordered Bhallaladeva to escort Y/n to her new chambers and ensure her comfort, earning an unpleasantly surprised look from both the prince and the girl. As they walked through the palace's grand corridors, the tension between them was obvious.

Y/n crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose this is where you tell me how lucky I am to have you as my escort, right?"

Bhallaladeva smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Indeed, you should consider yourself quite fortunate, girl."

Y/n chuckled, not backing down. "Oh, I do. Trust me, your charm is overwhelming."

As they continued down the corridor, Bhallaladeva couldn't resist poking fun at her. "I hope the accommodations meet your standards, considering your... humble origins."

Y/n shot back with a snarky grin. "Oh, don't worry. I've seen worse. But maybe I can give this place a much-needed makeover."

Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "An interior decorator, are you? Impressive."

Y/n nodded, playing along. "Among other talents. You'll discover them soon enough."

Upon reaching Y/n's new room, Bhallaladeva opened the door with a flourish, gesturing for her to enter. "Here you are, girl. I trust you'll find it suitable."

Y/n inspected the lavish chamber with mock approval. "Well, it's certainly different from my grandma's old antique shop."

Bhallaladeva couldn't resist one last jab. "Enjoy it while you can. I don’t reckon you’ll last very long here."

Y/n turned to him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I don’t intend to."

As Bhallaladeva prepared to leave, he couldn't help but commen. "You're quite the puzzle, girl. I can't quite figure you out."

Y/n smirked, her tone teasing. "The feeling is mutual, Prince Bhallaladeva. This is certainly not where I expected to find myself."

As Bhallaladeva took his leave, Y/n was left alone in her new room, a satisfied grin on her face. Despite their snarky exchanges, there was an undeniable intrigue between them, and she had a feeling that her journey in Mahishmati was just beginning.

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[voidsteffy]

Hey, could you rank every SSR movie from Absolutely Goated to Still good but worth watch again, and please provide reasons as to why you've ranked them as they are please? Pretty please 🥺👉👈

Ooo, what a task (I'm going to get beat up I'm afraid!)

but here goes, putting my life at risk: SS Rajamouli's movies (not in chronological order) with my ranking

Absolutely GOAT

Eega - Before he was Shyam Singha Roy in the body of Vasu, Nani was Nani in the body of a housefly and I find cinematic poetry in that. + The graphics, the music, the exaggerated comedy... Sudeep knows exactly what he's doing with his lines

Magadheera - (he really has it out for reincarnation stories doesn't he?) Charan's first real role (I hate Chirutha) The grandeur of the sets, the background here and there... Also the mass CGI with the gladiator audience was the new hot toy that SSR introduced. Anaganaganaga crawled so Ettara Jenda could run. (You know i'm right)

RRR - Just for Bheem's intro, it deserves an oscar. I'm one of the people who think Naatu Naatu was good, but not THAT good as they made it out to be. Also, RRR gave me the first himbo couple I could ship openly. My grandma agrees because the only dispute she had with RRR is that Ram had to pee and poop in that cell. No disagreement against RamBheem being the Tollywood IT couple

Chatrapathi - it gave teluguvallu fantastic inside jokes like: a. Tala tintada mondema? (will the shark eat his head or body first?) b. Suridu? YADUNDAVAYYA? SURIDUUU (Suridu, kaha ho? Suridooo) c. OKA ADDUGUUUU☝🏽👣 (one step, I want one step) d. Violin champakura babu (chatrapathi and simhadri kill our brain cells with the violin music in the climax emo moments, i always want to pull my hair out) - but also, Chatrapathi had a good bgs, worked fantastically for hero-uplifting moments like the interval and okka adugu scene

Bahubali: The Beginning - Only and only for the interval scene and the architecture of Mahishmati. TOP TIER. The loopholes and characterization of Avantika could have been way better. Pacha Bottesina was totally unnecessary

Good, Can Watch Again

6. Vikramarkudu - Chintata chita chita chintata TA! (teluguvallu can translate this into literally anything) 7. Yamadonga - just for the RAMBA, OORVASI, MENAKA moment I take away 5 points from the 10 points it earned. Tarak and Priyamani was a pairing I didn't know I needed 8. Maryada Ramanna - Sunil anna I love you anna but this wasn't your movie. This is the cycle's story, and that one song in the train. the screenplay is a cart wheel without the cart. It's funny in some places but Brahmaji dies FOR NO REASON. JUSTICE FOR BRAHMAJI 9. Simhadri - I didn't really feel for the characters. BUT. BUT BUT. I have to say this because it's been stewing in me for so long: Simhadri's interval scene ran so Bahubali 1's ending twist could fly. I said what I said y'all know it's the same vibe we all catching.

Eh, One Time Watch

10. Sye - it doesn't seem like an SSR movie, but it's not that good. Young Adult revenges were in trend when this was made and it fit well with its counterparts. Sometimes I even forget that Genelia and Nithiin did indeed work with Rajamouli 11. Student No. 1 - not that special, honestly early-career Tarak's movies just blend in my head: SN1, Aadhi, Samba... but hey at least SN1 started a long lasting kinship 12. Bahubali: The Conclusion - THAT IS NOT SIVAGAMI! HOW DARE YOU! this is beyond ooc, it's not a character at all. At one point I thought they'd bring out a tantrik doing black magic to change Sivagami... And Devasena is not the best written character in SSR's filmography. This movie makes me want to scratch my eyeballs out. If only my mom had the audacity and hardheadedness to talk to grandma like this. Also... Avantika's leader, who is killed by Bhalla in the seige, IS DEVASENA'S BROTHER. and she just LOOKS as he's getting the life choked out of him? oo don't make me start about this movie I can rant for a loooong time

and so.... *flaps hands* that was it ig? thanks for the ask babu!

[nimblermortal]

A Conspiracy in Which No King of Mahishmati Has Ever Ruled

Devasena is going to be the queen regent in fact if not in name because neither Mahendra nor Avanthika has the slightest political understanding. Avanthika at least would be open to learning, but Mahendra is... a golden retriever of a person, if one with a talent for lateral thinking. So:

Sivagami ruled while raising kids, and would have ruled for Mahendra. Devasena will rule for Mahendra instead (while being pissed because she was supposed to rule with Baahu and be retiring now). Avanthika will learn from Devasena and rule for her child. And on and on.

The one thing the kings of Mahishmati are reliably good for is making boys. (There is never a princess of Mahismati.) The one thing their wives are reliably good for is picking the next regent. The kingdom is actually ruled by this weird benevolent dictatorship that picks its successor from all-female candidates marrying into the royal line.

So in that sense Sivagami was really a failure, because most of the actual rulers are capable of flattering their husbands into thinking they’re ruling, perhaps quietly disposing of them if they want to actually rule. (This is not usually a problem because the boys are conditioned into believing that power is hitting things real hard, not stupid boring things like trade agreements and grain subsidies.

But lest we be too hard on Sivagami, she was never intended to be the regent of Mahishmati; that honor was supposed to go to the sister-in-law we never see, who failed only by dying in childbirth. Perhaps, with a different outcome of that pregnancy, we would never have seen a coup in the first place.

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Sivagami's Tale

I have my tests coming up and I'm in no place to write anything, so here's something 14 year old me wrote during her peak Bahubali obsession.

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She should've seen this coming. She just should've known. She knew then, that Baahu wouldn't do anything as such. Whatever it was, Baahu would never go to the extent of getting his brother killed. Only if she had trusted her conscience. Her son and husband had pushed her to take further actions. They had led her into a lie, and she had only accepted all of it. The greatest empress, Sivagami the epitome of justice, had just signed a warrant of death, that too of her dear son. This was a total mistake, a grave one at that. She had given up her poise, her stiffness and her grandeur. She was starting to lose herself. Her blood boiled, not due to anger, but for she was afraid as to what would happen to the kingdom of Mahishmathi. If she were given a choice she would undo all of it, but only if it were that simple. She was disgusted by how low she had stooped. It was all in her ego wasn't it? She just wouldn't accept her fault. Ah! And vanity. What a fancy word for her arrogance. And all of this led to what? Her hand with Baahu's blood on them. Yes, the very same Amarendra Bahubali, who let go of the throne and also went into exile pushing away all the luxuries, just for his dharma. In the thick of all the doom and gloom, Sivagami heard the chamber doors creak, and just as she and Kattappa looked up, their hearts wrenched. It was time to break the dreadful news to that person who was most concerned with it. Devasena.

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14 year old me was VERY proud of this.

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