Fire and Water

She/Her. fifty something asexual woman obsessed with south indian movies.

[jjwolfesworld]

Masterlist for my stories. Thanks @jeonmahi1864 for the help.

I Will Love Him Again

RamBheem

I Will Find Him Again

RamBheem

Watching Over You

RamBheem

Better With You

RamBheem

Shattered Dreams, Shattered Heart, Shattered Love

RamBheem

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Hate To Love You

RamBheem

Peacefull Slumber

RamBheem

Forever Be Mine 2 3

Yevadu CharanSatya

The Wildfire and The Storm 2 3 4 5

RamBheem

Fire In Your Eyes 2

RamBheem

When We Touched

RamBheem

Strolling Into Your Heart

RamBheem

Power Of Kisses

RamBheem

If This is Our Destiny

RamBheem

Addicted To Your Kisses

RPF Charak

Dare To Lose Control

DhruvaRocky

Dance In The Moonlight

RPF Charak

As Long As We Believe

DhruvaRocky

We Grow Stronger Because Of It 2 3 4

RPF Charak

The Right Distraction

DhruvaRocky

Picture Perfect

RamBheem

The Comfort Of Your Touch

DhruvaRocky

The Love That Binds Us

Charak RPF

Of Lazy Sunday Mornings And Breakfast In Bed

RamBheem

A Fool In Love

RamBheem

By Your Side

Charak

I Never Stop Loving You

ChittiLava

Bad Idea's (And Good Results)

ChittiLava

Our Love Doesn't Need Words

RamBheem modern AU

Bulletproof Heart

RamBheem modern AU

Endings And New Beginnings

SiddhaJai

The Beginning Of Something Great

AnandAbhi

Floating On Air

RamBheem

Dark Cravings

RamBheem

Beating Of Two Hearts

AnandAbhi

For All It's Worth

SiddhaJai

Just Don't Let Go

Charak

Drowning In Your Arms

Charak

Link to second masterlist

My gifs. Please credit when you use them. Thank you.

Allu Arjun in a short film "I Am The Change"

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Bahubali 2

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Ram in a TVC add.

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From the song Nee Kallalona from Jai Lava Kusa.

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From the song Thandaane Thandaane from Vinaya Vidheya Rama.

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Bheem.

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RRR

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Vinaya Vidheya Rama.

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Dhruva.

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Aravindha Sametha.

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Magadheera Naayak.

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Naayak Badrinath.

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Rama Raju.

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From the song Dosti from RRR.

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Gang Leader.

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Thupakki.

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Naa Peru Surya, Naa Illu India.

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Ala Vaikunthaporramuloo.

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Ram as the new ambassador of Disney+Hotstar

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KGF

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Ram in a new ad

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Ammudu Let's Do Kummudu

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Song Apple Beauty from Janatha Garage

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[rrr-is-gay]

the unexplored part of Ram is his ability to smile

[jjwolfesworld]

The Cop Out. (Prologue)

Tarak was pacing the sidewalk waiting for a cop to arrive. A car had collided with his car because the guy had run a red light. He wanted to settle it between themselves, but the guy had insisted on calling the cops.

So, now they were waiting for a cop to show up and it was obvious that whoever it was took his sweet time. He checked his watch and growled, it has been an hour since the other guy had called them.

He was about to walk over to the other guy to ask him again if they couldn't solve it between them, when finally a police car stopped. "It's about time." He mumbled. He walked towards the car as the officer excited, with his back towards him. “Nice ass,” he mumbled. “Stop it Tarak.” He reprimanded himself. "Officer!" He called out. The man turned around and Tarak stopped dead in his tracks, he was hot.

"Yes?" The officer walked towards him.

Tarak kept looking at him with his mouth slightly opened. "Sir are you okay?" The officer asked.

Tarak shook his head, keep it together man, he thought. "Uhm, yeah sorry."

"Okay, what happened here?" The officer asked.

“It is nothing major, I didn't even want to call you but the other guy insisted." Tarak explained.

The other guy had joined them and started to rant. "He wasn't looking and hit me!"

"You ran a stoplight, it was red." Tarak retorted calmly.

"No, I didn't, it was orange!" The other man stated.

Tarak sighed and looked at the officer, he read his name tag, Ram Charan. "I had green, so you had red. It is obviously your fault." 

"No, it was your fault!" The other man got angry.

"Okay, what exactly happened?" Ram asked, pulling out a notebook.

"He," The other man pointed at Tarak. "Hit me."

"Gadida guddenkaadu." Tarak mumbled.

Ram looked at him. "Telugu?" He asked him.

"Yes!" Tarak grinned. "Where are you from?"

"Chennai?" Ram answered. "You?"

"Hyderabad. Small world." Tarak extended his hand. "Taraka Ramo Rao, but friends call me Tarak."

Ram shook it.  "Ram Charan Teja, friends call me Cherry."

"Hey!" The other man called out angrily.

"Sorry, sir." Ram looked at him. He looked around and spotted the camera. He pointed at it and smiled. "We have it on camera." He took his phone and was about to dial the police station when the man interrupted him.

"Uhm, sir he was right." He stated.

Ram looked at him, raising his eyebrows. "Are  you sure?"

"Yes, yes." The man nodded and handed his papers to Ram.

Ram looked at Tarak and smiled. "Can I have your papers too?"

"Of course." Tarak handed him his papers.

Ram took them and wrote down his details, he gave back the papers to Tarak and their hands touched. "Uhm, here you go." He cleared his throat and he turned to face the other man. "Here are your papers." He gave the man his papers. He wrote a ticket and handed it over to him.

"What?" The man got angry. "This much? Are you crazy? I am not paying this!"

"What do you think you have to pay him for the damages?" Ram deadpanned, pointing at Tarak. He looked at him. "You are not going to give him any trouble? I know where you live."

"I am not going to pay that either!" The man yelled.

"Well, technically your insurance company will pay." Tarak sighed  he hoped that he wasn't going to be too difficult about it all, he had just bought the car.

"How can you even afford a car like that, drugs?" The man asked him.

"Yeah, what else." Tarak retorted. "I have brown skin, so I must be a drug dealer. How about him?" Tarak pointed at Ram. "He must be corrupt, right?"

The man looked at Ram. “How much?”

“How much what?” Ram knew exactly what he meant, but he wanted to hear him say it.

“How much to make this go away?” The man held up the ticket. “1000, 2000?”

Ram raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You just didn’t offer me money, did you?”

“3000?” The man walked closer to Ram. “Come on man, that’s a fair offer, right?”

Ram waited until the man was close enough and grabbed him by the shoulder. “Turn around, you’re under arrest.” He pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed the man.

“This is all your fault.” The man looked at Tarak.

“Oh,shut up.” Ram growled and led the man to his police car. After putting him on the backseat, he turned to Tarak. “The gas company is coming this afternoon. You handle that?” He asked Tarak.

Tarak nodded. “Don’t forget to come to Puja’s school this evening. Mom will watch Raju.”

“I already told the boss that I will be leaving earlier.” Ram winked at him.

“What the hell.” The man cursed in the backseat. “You two know each other?"

Ram held up his hand with the ring. “We are actually married.”

[jjwolfesworld]

Anyone using chatgpt to get idea's?

[intothegroves-deactivated202507]

ram spent his entire life obsessed with pseudo-vengeance masked as the ambition to empower his people to revolt.

bheem shows him there is more to resistance than violence.

to solidify this new understanding he gives bheem the bullet. the bullet he wanted so badly to return to the man who took his father. who degraded his people. It's a callback to that repetitive motif of the value of a weapon vs. the value of a man. In more ways than one.

ram's dharma was never to kill scott. that was a responsibility a child took upon in the glorification of his father. a samskara. his true path was to find a way to rid his people of their oppressors. something too complex to be driven by one hero (rajamouli using two heroes in a masala film feels a little poignant.)

that kind of liberation has to come from a people. it requires him to rejoin those people as one of them, rather than their leader. ram pushes this boundary so far he ends up outside of them, an observer who feeds into the machine that oppresses them.

bheem shows him who his people are, who ram is. giving bheem that bullet is a reciprocation of the numerous gifts bheem gave him. renewed identity, a more straightforward path to his dharma, a sense of contentment realized by his understanding of the gita, and a real connection to his atman.

but it's more than a gift. it symbolizes ram's new understanding of himself and his path. it takes sacrifice to fight, but that sacrifice doesn't have to look like his father's. it can be deeper, and in a way, nobler, to let go of himself.

there are clear references to the ramayana all throughout rrr but if it's a retelling, it's a deconstructive one. ram is not the prince of ayodhya sent to kill a demon king. he's arjuna, letting go of his identity and the false narrative of control. bheem acts as his charioteer.

rrr talks about the value of a man over a hero. it's so incredibly subtle i think most fans miss it. it's also deeply layered under the obvious tropes of most masala hero movies. the juxtaposition is as sharp as a blade but blends into the narrative seamlessly.

this blazing hero is a bullet. propelled by a fire the refuses to be controlled. but the reality is, bullets don't facilitate freedom. at least not on their own. in the end, a man is the only one who can break himself of his chains.

[intothegroves-deactivated202507]

RAM & BHEEM RRR (2022)

[intothegroves-deactivated202507]

RAM RRR (2022)

[jjwolfesworld]

Meant To Be Yours.

"Chitti, I am home." Lava called out. He walked into the room and saw how Chitti quickly hid something in the desk drawer and locked it. "What are you doing?' He asked.

"Nothing." Chitti replied, standing up. He walked over to Lava and kissed him. "How was your day?

"Are you trying to distract me?" Lava asked, kissing him back.

"Mmhmm, is it working?" Chitti moved his finger over Lava's cheek and down his neck.

Lava shook his head. "No! What were you hiding?"

"As I said, nothing. Now stop asking and have some fun." Chitti wrapped his arms around Lava's waist and pulled him closer.

At that moment Kumar walked in. "Chitti?"

Chitti growled. "I am so regretting right now giving him a key." He mumbled.

Lava laughed. "We are in the living room." He called out.

Kumar walked in. "Hello." He greeted them both. "You asked him?" He asked Chitti.

"Sshhtt." Chitti hissed. "No, not yet."

"Oh, I am so sorry. Hope I didn't ruin the surprise." Kumar looked guilty.

"What surprise?" Lava asked. He looked at Chitti who was wringing his hands nervously. "Chitti what is going on?"

Chitti sighed and walked over to his desk, unlocked the drawer and removed a small box. He walked back and cleared his throat, got on one knee and looked at his partner of two years. "Lava, will you marry me?" He opened the box, revealing a small golden ring.

Lava's eyes went large and he teared up. "Yes, yes of course!"

Chitti stood and kissed Lava. "Love you so much." He whispered, putting the ring on his finger.

Lava kissed him back and checked Chitti's finger. "You don't have one?"

Chitti grinned and took a silver ring out of his pocket. He gave it to Lava, who put it on his finger and kissed him. "Love you, you are my life." Lava stated, kissing him again.

Kumar smiled and silently left the house. He walked over to Padma who had been waiting outside. "And?" She questioned.

"He said yes!" He hugged her and kissed her. 

"We have a wedding to plan." She stated, grinning.

[jjwolfesworld]

This could be any paring. For me Ram/Bheem

I Walk This Path Alone.

I saw you with her and it hurt, it ripped my heart apart.

You promised me forever, but you lied.

When we first met it was love at first sight, for me anyway. I knew you had doubts, you told me that you had been hurt before. 

It wasn’t that you couldn’t love me, it was the fact that your parents would never give us their blessings, because I was a man.

We had fights about it, harsh and hurtful words were spoken by both of us.

You told me that you couldn’t tell your parents that we were lovers, I had to remain your secret. When we visited your parents, I was just a friend to you, nothing more.

But I couldn’t do it. I tried it for you, but the lies were too much. The fights became more frequent and louder.

Finally I had enough, I wanted to quit. I came to you in tears and told you that I would give you a choice, you would tell your parents or I would break it off. 

You choose not to tell them, so with a heart broken in a million pieces I walked away. I can still hear your pleading not to go, that we could work it out. And I yelled at you that I didn’t want to be your little secret.

I saw you with her and it broke my heart. I wonder if your heart's still broken or are you happy with her?

[brimstonebxtch]

[xyywrites]

Writing Grief Without Romanticizing It

Grief is raw, messy, and deeply personal. It doesn’t follow a neat arc or fit into tidy narrative beats. While stories often use grief as a dramatic device, romanticizing it can cheapen the emotional reality. Writing grief authentically means embracing its discomfort and unpredictability, not sanitizing or idealizing it. 

What Romanticizing Grief Looks Like

Characters who seem emotionally wrecked but always manage to look graceful in their suffering.

Overly articulate monologues that sound more like a eulogy than a real moment of loss.

Depictions of grief as a singular, cathartic event instead of a long, jagged process.

Romanticized Grief:

“Every day without you is like a piece of me fading away into a tragic, beautiful void. I’ll carry this pain forever, for it’s all I have left of you.”

This might be poetic, but it lacks the authenticity of how most people actually process grief.

Realistic Grief:

“I forgot your birthday. I didn’t mean to, but when I remembered, it was already too late. And then I hated myself because forgetting felt like erasing you.”

Writing Grief Authentically

1. Show the Physical Toll

Grief isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. Insomnia, headaches, exhaustion, or even the inability to move can be part of the experience.

“She woke up in the middle of the night again, choking on the air. Her chest felt like a cinderblock had been wedged inside, heavy and unmoving. It was three days since the funeral, and she still hadn’t slept longer than an hour.”

2. Let Grief Be Messy

Grief isn’t a perfectly linear journey. There’s no logical progression from denial to acceptance—there are setbacks, breakdowns, and even moments of denial long after healing has started.

“He yelled at his mother for throwing out the cereal box. ‘It was his favorite,’ he said. She didn’t remind him that it had been expired for months. She just handed him the trash bag and walked away.”

3. Avoid Glossy Sentimentality

Sometimes grief isn’t poetic; it’s ugly, blunt, and devoid of grandeur. Characters might lash out, shut down, or isolate themselves.

Romanticized: “I’ll cry every day, but I’ll keep going because you’d want me to.”

Realistic: “They said time would heal it. But it didn’t. Time just put more space between me and the life I knew before.”

4. Let Grief Manifest in Small, Unexpected Ways

Grief isn’t always about sobbing—it can show up in mundane moments: hesitating to delete a voicemail, holding onto an old sweater, or instinctively setting the table for someone who’s gone.

“She turned to tell him the joke, the one about the broken lamp, and stopped halfway through. The silence hit harder than the punchline ever would.”

5. Highlight the Absurdity of It

Grief can be absurd and disorienting. Characters might laugh inappropriately, obsess over trivial details, or feel disconnected from reality.

“At the funeral, all she could focus on was how crooked the flowers were arranged. She kept wanting to fix them. If she didn’t, she thought, none of this would feel real.”

6. Explore How Grief Changes Relationships

Grief doesn’t happen in isolation—it affects relationships, often in unexpected ways. Some people pull closer, others drift apart.

“Her friends stopped asking how she was doing after the first few weeks. She didn’t blame them; she didn’t have an answer. ‘Fine’ wasn’t a lie—it was just easier than saying, ‘I still can’t breathe when I see his empty chair.’”

7. Show the Longevity of Grief

Grief doesn’t end when the funeral does. Let it linger in your story, showing how it ebbs and flows over time.

“It had been five years, but she still called his number when something exciting happened. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was just habit. Or maybe it was hope.”

8. Allow for Moments of Respite

Grief isn’t constant agony. People still laugh, find joy, and go about their lives—sometimes feeling guilty for it.

“She smiled for the first time in weeks, and then immediately hated herself for it. It felt like betrayal, like forgetting.”

[jjwolfesworld]

[jjwolfesworld]

Why, in Indian movies are father and son mostly exact copies of each other? Seen it recently in Game Changer and G.O.A.T. Just curious.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Reactions to... getting unexpectedly hugged

"Well, this is new."

"You don't need to be afraid, I'm not leaving."

"Oh no, please don't cry. See, I'm hugging you back, please stop crying."

"This is one way to say hello."

"Hmm, it seems that I did miss this."

"Wait... are we doing this? Right now?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh, okay. This is nice, I guess."

"What am I supposed to do now? Do I hug you back?"

"Great, now I'm crying too."

"Woah. You're catching me off guard here."

"Did I miss a memo? What's going on?"

"I guess this is alright."

"That's enough, please back off."

"Okay, okay. What do you want?"

"Didn't expect that, but I'll take it."

"Whoa! Um, okay... so this is happening. Hi?"

"Oh! I can't breathe, I can't... please let go!"

"Stop hugging me like this in public. You're ruining my reputation.”

"If you wanted a hug, all you had to do was ask. No need to sneak up on me like that."

"What's happening? Am I being attacked?"

"Okay, uh, well, now I don't know what to do with my arms. This is fine, right?"

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[jjwolfesworld]

Love to do one with our 2 boys.

[jjwolfesworld]

[winterbeautyees]

Ram: I've had a thorough plan that's been in perform for four years. I will join the police force, faking my loyalty to the British Government and beat up the revolutionaries to make the government trust me. Then once I got an upgrade to a special officer, I'll finally get my permit to enter the warehouse and then I'll bring these guns to my people so that they could fight back.

Bheem: I bring the zoo.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Let's see how it works out this time! 🖊

[afterdarkprincess]

Oh I'm so down to do this @imabillyami 💖 anybody else game? @harmshake @elementaldoughnut12 @jeysbvck @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict (I'm sure there's others I'm forgetting also no pressure my lovelies!!)

[imabillyami]

Yay 🥰 I’m so excited for this! Love that you’re joining ❤️ Also adding @crxssjae & @mahi-wayy to the mix (no pressure). Let’s make this a fun month of (fic) writing!

[mahi-wayy]

YOU ARE ON (adding @mayakimayahai and @jjwolfesworld no pressuse ofc)

[jjwolfesworld]

Yeah right, no pressure. 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪