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Thinking about how both Amarendra and Bheem were betrayed by the people closest to them against those ppls wills AFTER they both saved those ppl 💔
Yeah I'm not dealing with this trauma alone
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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bhallaladeva/Indira Devi, Bhallaladeva/Amarendra Baahubali, Amarendra Baahubali/Sivagami Devi, Bhallaladeva/Sivagami Devi, Baahubali/Kattap, Bhallaladeva/Kattappa Characters: Bhallaladeva, Amarendra Baahubali, Sivagami, Kattappa, Devasena, IndiraDevi, Bijjaladeva Additional Tags: Baahubali Au where Bhalla and Baahu grow up as brothers Summary:
Bhalladeva was the silent rock in the tumultous river of life that flowed through Mahishmati. He longed for his jasmine scented solace, but he had to stay the course. Forces far more treacherous than the paths of the Prastara jungles were at play here. And he had to be his mother's shield, his brother's Preceptor and his Indu's Vanguard, whether she wished it or not.
Amarendra and Devasena have a conversation about Indra Devi
@ruminationsofaraven @heyifinallyhaveablog @avani008 @carminavulcana @medhasree @mayavanavihariniharini
For the three-sentence fic-- Baahubali, Kumara Varma, Crocodile Tears AND Baahubali, Amarendra, Beer Belly
As a child, Kumar Varma’s eyes are never dry: whether it is because the other children are teasing him, or because Father’s favorite hound is ailing, or simply because he woke to a stomach-ache, always he wails about one thing or another. Sumitra despairs of him; but Mother only laughs and says that he’s using up all his tears early, the better to laugh his way through adversity later.
(When, in the last minute of his life, he realizes he’s damned two of the people he loves best, he dies with dry eyes.)
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Certainly, Baahubali decides, the farmer girl he and Bhalla met on the road to Singapuram has been remarkably kind and helpful (...and clever, and strong, and beautiful)--but this is ridiculous. He may not be as acquainted with the customs of commoners as she, but he is fairly certain that a disguise as a prosperous merchant, even one all too fond of his drink, does not necessarily require quite so much....padding.
(Bhalla, who’s snickering in the corner, is naturally no help.)
“On second thought,” Devasena adds, with another furtive look in the direction of the tavern’s dancing girls, “perhaps we’d best add another pillow. Or two.”
My entry for @teambaahubali‘s Baahubali Summer Challenge- Week 1: Parichay
Personality aesthetic: Spirit Animals
Avanthika: Butterfly- At first glance, butterflies seem out-of-place for warrior girl Avanthika, but here’s my reasoning for that- Butterfly symbolizes resilience, hope and change. Avanthika carried the hope of the resurgent Kuntalans, and carried it wonderfully well. She changed from a warrior woman to a woman wielding power with Mahendra at the end (I refuse to believe that Avanthika would be a pretty girl without a voice). She, in my opinion, embodies hope and change, so it’s a butterfly for her.
Devasena- Phoenix- Phoenixes are all about eternal life and spiritual power, and Devasena has the ability to rise out of the ashes of her old life in spades, so it’s the phoenix for her!
Amarendra Baahubali- Unicorn- Unicorns are a symbol of high ideals, nobility, innocence, belief and holding oneself to high standards. To me, Amarendra Baahubali embodies every one of these qualities, so an unicorn it is for him!
Sivagami- Dragon- The dragon I have in mind for Sivagami is one of the Asian cultures, where the dragon is the guardian of the Kingdom. The dragon is righteous, wise and practical, but very set in its ways. Rouse it, and you will never be forgiven. Sivagami does seem like a dragon to me. Powerful, intimidating and very set on her own way.
Kattappa- Panther- Panthers are powerful protectors, a symbol of valor. Panthers are extremely protective of their peers, and it brought Kattappa to my mind, so I figured, why not?
That’s it for now!
Signing off,
Nila
@teammahishmati
P.S. Thank you, @avani008 (Avani di) for inspiring this post with your wonderful daemon AU’s!
You dare not die on me- Amresh and Devika-Part 3 (Modern AU)
Part 1, Part 2
For @bleedinknight @Ratnas-musings
Swethambari and Ajith listened to the doctor’s report with undivided attention. Amresh was under the direct care of Dr. Karan Meghwal, a young physician with thinning hair and a rather abrupt manner. He minced no words and without wasting time, he told them the extent of their son’s injuries. He was indeed badly hurt, and it would be a while before they would be allowed to see him.
“Now, there is something I am concerned about,” the piercing gaze of the doctor bored into Ajith’s eyes. “This is something I would normally not discuss without a patient’s explicit consent but since you are his parents and he is incapable of giving consent right now, I am making an exception.”
Swethambari closed her eyes and sighed. She knew what was coming.
“He is about 27, am I right?” the doctor asked.
“He is,” Ajith answered.
“I wish there was a better way to ask this question but was he abused at some point during his childhood?”
“No.”
“How sure are you?”
“Very. 100 percent.”
“Okay, did he ever have a violent altercation with anyone? Has he ever been subjected to a violent crime? Like stabbing or shooting?”
“No,” this time, Swethambari answered. Ajith looked troubled but he didn’t know what to say.
“He is a fencing teacher, I am told. Did he ever sustain serious injuries during a tournament or practice?”
“No. Nothing more serious than a few scrapes and bruises here and there.”
“How sure are you?”
“Very. We are his parents. We would have known if something like this had happened to him. But why are you asking this?”
Dr. Meghwal stood up and brought out a manila folder from the cabinet behind his desk.
“Look at these photos. Please tell me what they mean. Or what you think they indicate.”
Swethambari and Ajith leaned in to look at the photos contained in the folder.
These were close ups of Amresh’s torso and back. Numerous scars marked the otherwise healthy, blemish-free skin. The marks looked old and it was hard to say what might have caused them. But if one were to hazard a guess, only two kinds of weapons could create injuries like these—a broadsword and an arrow. A large, thick wound on his back was matched exactly with a similar one just below his ribs.
An entry wound and an exit wound.
They could not bear to look at the fresh injuries that surrounded these old scars. It was horrifying to even think what this accident had done to their son.
“Doctor,” Swethambari looked up bravely, wondering if she should tell him the truth. But it was so strange, there was no way he would believe her.
“Yes,” the physician responded coldly. “Do you have an explanation for me? The police have these photos as well. But we did not wish to come to any conclusions without talking to you. There will be no legal trouble regarding these old scars, if that’s what you are worried about. But since this accident is a police case, the more information we have, the better it will be for everyone.”
“Well,” Swethambari continued. “He… he has had these scars since birth. “I know this is very hard to believe but the very first time I held him, I saw these scars. In fact, I can prove it you. I have his medical file somewhere at home where the attending gynecologist and pediatrician noted that he was born with these unusual marks.”
“Okay,” Dr. Meghwal said. “I am not sure I believe you but if you say you have this on record, you might want to have a copy of that post-natal file ready for inspection. I am almost certain you will be asked for it.”
“We will arrange for it,” Ajith said. “When… when will we be able to see him?”
“In about two hours, we will allow you to visit one at a time. After that, he will be taken for surgery. Meanwhile, you should submit his insurance information to the office and also take care of the payments so far.”
*****
Devika waited impatiently for Amresh’s parents to come out of the doctor’s office.
She stared unseeingly at the TV screen mounted high up on the wall. A glammed up Raveena Tandon danced around the city with Govinda who was dressed in an outrageous pink and yellow tuxedo. The volume had been turned down to mute, so she could not hear the song. But she reasoned that like most 90s Bollywood music, it was probably trashy and hence, nothing worth paying attention to.
After almost 20 minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Balaraju came out. They looked weary and worried, even more so than before.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. He is still under observation. They will let us see him in two hours.” Ajith tried to smile reassuringly but only managed a grimace. “Why don’t you go home and change into something more comfortable? You have been here for almost 14-15 hours.”
Devika opened her mouth to say she didn’t need to go home but a giant yawn gave her away.
“See, you do need to sleep,” Swethambari said. “Give us your number. We will call you when the doctors say we can see Amresh.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we are. Please go home and take rest.”
“You must have a lot of questions for me.”
“We do, but they can wait. You were here for our son. We are very grateful to you.”
“There is no need to be grateful. I will come back in two hours.”
*****
Once back home, Devika headed straight to the shower. Within thirty seconds, she was standing under the warm, soothing spray of the water. She took her time lathering up her hair, gently scrubbing off the makeup residue from her face, and as her hands moved on autopilot, she allowed herself to think about the last few hours.
So, she had finally met his parents. The strict mom who, like most Indian moms, had wanted him to become an engineer (duh!) or a doctor. The perfectionist dad who had expected him to join the family business straight after college.
Amresh was nothing like his parents. He had an open, easygoing manner. They were polite but aloof. He was so warm and extroverted. They were rather reserved.
They definitely would not eat at the Ramu Maggi stall!
How had their son turned out so different than them?
She also wondered why they had looked so shaken after coming out of the doctor’s office.
Surely, they would have told her if they had new information. But then again, who was she to them? Why would they tell her anything?
A new fear gripped her. What if they had sent her away because something had indeed gone wrong?
She quickly rinsed off the soap, brushed her teeth and sprinted out of the bathroom. She picked out the first kurta she saw in her closet along with a pair of blue jeans.
There was still an hour and a half to go before she needed to be back at the hospital. But her heart wouldn’t allow it.
“Something is not right,” she muttered under her breath as she took out her car and hit the road. Her gut feeling was sending shivers down her spine and the sooner she could know what was wrong, the better it would be.
It took her less than 15 minutes to reach the hospital.
The atmosphere in the waiting area was tense. The terrible gut feeling returned with a vengeance.
Swethambari’s head was covered with a shawl. Eyes closed, head bowed, and hands folded in her lap, she was praying. Ajith was on his cellphone.
“Please let me know as soon as you have someone,” he said to whoever was on the other end. “Thank you so much. This means a lot.”
“What is happening,” Devika asked without preamble.
“He needs blood,” Ajith answered. “And the hospital does not have any more O- Negative type in store. Swetha and I are both A-Negative so he can’t receive a donation from us. I am trying to see if someone else can arrange for the blood.”
“But why does he need blood? Wasn’t he in observation? I thought the surgery was scheduled for later today.”
“Yes, but minutes after you left, he started worsening. They have rushed him into surgery now.”
“Oh God. I knew I shouldn’t have left.”
Devika knew time was of the essence. She quickly pulled out her cellphone and sent an SOS request for O-Negative blood to everyone she knew. She also sent several messages to different people at Amresh’s school.
Someone would come to their aid. She was hopeful.
And sure enough, five minutes later, the phone rang.
“Devika, hi,” it was Angira, a local resident who was originally from Vizag. They had met her at a Mukkanuma event a few months ago. “My brother is posted in Ranikhet these days,” she said. “It isn’t very far, and he is also O-Negative. I have asked him to come. He should be here within an hour. He will directly come to the hospital. I would have come as well but Bittoo is not well and I can’t leave him alone at home.”
“Thank you so much,” Devika said, relief palpable in her voice. She looked at Ajith and nodded.
“One hour,” she mouthed to him.
He understood and left to inform the duty doctor. They had a donor who would reach in less than an hour.
Swethambari, did not open her eyes or move, but she heard everything. She sent a quick thank you prayer to whoever had listened to her up there.
“So who is this donor,” she asked, removing the shawl from her head. “Is it a friend of Amresh’s?”
“No,” Devika answered. “This is the brother of someone we met last Makar Sankranti. Her name is Angira. Her brother’s name is Bhargav. She is married here and has a 4-year-old son. Bhargav is a captain in the army. She just told me he is posted in Ranikhet, which is really close. He is the one coming to donate blood.”
“God bless your friend and her brother,” Swethambari said. “I have been so worried.”
“Why didn’t you call me the moment this happened,” Devika’s tone was accusatory.
As she looked into the older woman’s eyes, a powerful sense of déjà vu came over her. This confrontation had happened earlier as well.
And it had ended badly. He had died.
But how did she know this?
Not all men!!
You’re absolutely right, Amarendra Baahubali would never do this!!
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena, Bhalladeva/Original Female Character Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Bhalladeva, Sivagami Devi, Bijalla Deva, Original Female Character(s), Kattapa, Sanga, Pindaris, Kalakeyas, Original Male Character(s), Kumara Varma, Devasena Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mystery, Kooli temple, Udhayagiri, Waterfall, Kunthala, The Islands of Malawa, Nishada, Adventure, Politics Summary:
What if there had been more shades of grey in the political atmosphere spanning for generations in the kingdom of Mahishmati as it had evolved? Does it have any bearing on the current generation? How will they cope?
baahubali 2 <#,lovely scene done by anushka and prabhas ,cant wait to watch the movie,congratulation to the @baahubalifankingdom @baahubaliteam on 85 million views andmany more to go :)
