#lakshman

[h0bg0blin-meat]

So like what if the Vanvaas trio were PowerPuff Girls

[sambhavami]

Rama see brother. Rama pat pat.

Reference:

Courtesy: @questionableresponses

[i-like-to-eat-cotton]

"Surpanakha was wronged just because she wasn't afraid of showing her sexuality!"

Here are some verses from the Valmiki Ramayana,Surpanakha to Rama

Mind you,this is BEFORE either Rama or Lakshmana had rejected her.

[notyetgolden]

I love how almost all the Ramji lovers (lakshman bhaiya, hanuman ji, vanar sena, etc) are supposed to be overly protective of him, chaotic but somehow also lawful, and are absolutely ready to bite anyone who as much as breathes a wrong word in his direction, unless Ramji stops them himself, which is their only restraint btw.

Guard dog energy.

"We'll protect you!!" and it's the lord of entire universe we're talking about, who is also trying to hold us all back.

[zeherili-ankhein]

GUYS GUYS SEE WHAT MY MAA FOUND TODAY :D

An 1818 coin with Shri Ram, Maa Sita, Lakshman ji and Bajrangbali on it 🥹

It's so beautiful honestly

[aprameya-mahima]

got this reblog under this post for a chibi rama i drew

ask and ye shall receive

here's lakshman! admittedly more detailed than rama, but worry not i hope to work on a redesign for rama too :3

[livingtheparadoxlife]

Veera

Sumitra screamed in pain, strands of her hair plastered to her face, her nails digging into the nearest medic's hand.

Did she hurt the medics? The queen of King Dasharath would have been horrified at her own actions, the Sumitra in labour couldn't care less.

Pain had dulled her senses, morphing her gentle self into something else entirely.

It wasn't long before the queen had not even the energy to scream, reduced to a state of near hyperventilation. She sucked in air in huge gasps, panting, her eyes clutched tight to avoid the macabre sight that was her own body.

Pain pervaded through her entire being, snapping her bones and sending her into a strange slumber, till she could no longer feel a thing. But she could still hear the familiar sounds of the Sarayu, thumping and flowing through Ayodhya's heart.

𝘈 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

But her mind, perhaps sensing the danger of giving in, took her back to her home, to her Kashi. To her mother's rosaries, to her father's crown, to her brothers' weapons, to the world she had known and loved before stepping foot in Koshala.

It took her back to the sound of Maa Ganga's flow, so much like the Sarayu's and yet so different in its stark vitality.

It took her back to the magnificent temple at Kashi where she'd prayed ever since she was a little girl, where she'd spent countless nights chanting and pouring milk down the Shivalingam in hopes of securing a husband like Anagha.

Her prayers had been answered, in the form of the kind, strong, yet gentle king of Koshala.

𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘶..... 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢.... 𝘒𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪..... 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘢..... 𝘒𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢.... 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩.....

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘷, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯.

"Queen, please," the ayurvati murmured. "Don't fall asleep. It's almost over."

"Almost over, you say?" She tiredly whispered, her head almost lolling back, long tresses flowing wildly down the bed.

She closed her eyes, breathed, and sat up, using every last ounce of her strength before falling back on the bed, back into the powerless stupor, hoping it was over.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵.

The pain didn't quite recede and she had almost given up, until the ayurvati squealed in delight, right before Sumitra heard a scream that would've scared her to her bones if she had been completely conscious.

𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺.

She turned her head around, only to find the ayurvati's joyous expressions melting into one of concern.

"My lady," she gulped, looking into Sumitra's eyes, "Please. Just a few more moments."

Had she been asked to repeat the ordeal a few minutes ago, Sumitra would've shook her head and resigned herself to death.

But her child's cry had given her new vitality. It had breathed new life into her body.

It had made her want to live.

Every bone in her body still hurt, but now, she could scarcely feel it over the need of saving herself and the child who still had to see the light of the day.

Gathering all her courage, she lifted her body up again, grabbing onto the nearest bed post for support.

Pain, hot, burning, searing pain flared in her body, traveling upwards through her spine, and she screamed loud enough to all but drown out the cry of her younger child, so much softer than the first had been, but a cry, nonetheless.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

Relief washed over her in waves, cooling her flushed face and her burning eyes, returning her famed grace back to her.

It was over, finally over. She could rest now, slip into the welcoming abyss that would take her to the land of oblivion again, lined with the sweet dreams of her memories.

The princess of Kashi let her drooping eyelids meet.

@jeahreading @hum-suffer @zeherili-ankhein @theramblergal @yaebafinalboss @starryy-berryy @ramayantika

[blackknight-100]

Ramayana game idea: you play as a lesser noblewoman serving as handmaid and companion to Mithila's princesses. Your kingdom is suddenly inundated by a bunch of princes and kings for the hand of your eldest princess. Your queen Sunaina would like to use this opportunity to springboard second princess Urmila's marriage to some reasonable powerful and well-mannered suitor. Her sister-in-law, queen Chandrabhaga of Sankasya and mother to two daughters, thinks this is an excellent idea! Young people are so often flighty, it would do them good to be married and settle down to respectable life in service of their nations and people! Look at the princes of Ayodhya! Four there four here – it is practically destined! And the girls would be together forever!!!

Unfortunately, your king, besides being a royal sage, is something of a romantic, and the elders do not seem to notice this rather obvious connection. Well, no matter! – the women are practical, and they know the real world! You are, therefore, summoned to their quarters. Queen Sunaina gently explains to you the gentle predisposition of the princes of Ayodhya (well, some of them), and equally gently asks you to direct the attentions of the princesses to their many manly charms. Surely, this is beneficial for both of you – as you are already close to the princesses, it would not be unseemly for you to try and gossip, and perhaps sway the affections of the girls. This way, not only would you receive a hefty promotion and have a royal sponsor for your dowry, the king, softened by the girls' affections, would be convinced to wed them. Sunaina and Chandrabhaga care little for political alliances, but their sons-in-law should be honourable men and protective of their girls.

Now your job is to convince your innocent, quiet, shy princesses of the compatibility and marriageable nature of Ayodhya's gremlin princes. This is extremely hard because

a) Rama, the best one, has already been snapped up by Sita

b) with Rama about to wed, Bharat is left holding the metaphorical leash around Lakshmana and Shatrughana's necks, and unused to the double dhamaka, the ever patient prince has become curt and withdrawn.

"The prince Bharat has such lovely manners!" you croon. Bharat turns to the manservant offering him water and offers a deadpan "thanks" while wrangling one of his brothers by the scruff. It is not the charming picture you hoped it would be.

c) Lakshmana yells. A lot.

"He is all silly bluster!" you insist. Urmila raises an eyebrow at you as Lakshmana tries to fistfight another king for insinuating that Janaka rigged the swayamvar.

You grasp at straws. "He's already so protective of his sister-in-law! Imagine how safe his wife would be."

"No thanks," Urmila scoffs. You despair.

d) the youngest prince is so... pampered.

"Bhaiyyaaaaaa," he whines, "I don't want to sleep."

"Then what do you want? To stay awake and stand guard in a protected palace?" Bharat scolds him.

"Drown yourself," Lakshmana scowls.

"Shatrughan, would you like a lullaby?" Rama asks.

"Yess!!!" says the youngest Raghu prince.

Shrutakeerti listens to this account from a manservant and looks at you cautiously.

"This is a secondhand account," you plead, all but begging, "and not trustworthy! Mithila can hardly bear to wish her daughters away so soon."

Silence.

"I'm so sorry, but I don't want to be his mother," Shrutakeerti says at last, sounding well and truly apologetic, and this is such a logical conclusion you cannot even argue.

Well then. Your princesses are the noblest princesses in the world, like stars in the darkness of Aryavarta, and they deserve the very best. And if that means you will have to straighten up these good-for-nothing princes, then you will.

The promise of Sunaina's reward is a nice bit of extra motivation.

To start, you categorise them into difficulty levels:

▪︎ Level 1: Rama

Easiest level. Man has his shit together. Has already won the swayamvar and Sita's heart. Has brought you the opportunity of a reward because no way you'd be matchmaking the rest if he was not Sita's fiance. Favourite prince. Best boy. You'd hug him if you could. Raam naam satya hai ✊🏽

▪︎ Level 2: Bharat

Easiest among the unengaged brothers. Medium level difficulty. Already soft-spoken and well-mannered. Does not cause trouble unnecessarily. You're pretty sure he's a romantic at heart. Now, if only you can separate him from his inherited duty of parentified elder sibling for even half a minute and knock into his neither unimaginative nor thick head the idea of courting Mandavi, who is tall and graceful and not at all as much of a gremlin as his little brothers (and no, you're not biased), and win over Mandavi's heart... it will all work out!!

▪︎ Level 3: Lakshmana

This one is... harder. Scratch that, this is THE hard level. He's a fine young man, very handsome, good and honourable, but... the temper. Urmila, of course, is so sweet, and so rarely gets angry (and no, again, you are not partial, you are not blind to the follies of your own, shut up, haters), but putting them within 5 feet of each other might trigger the end of the world, so you are... a little cautious. If only you can get Lakshmana away from the hordes of rude suitors, and from his terror of a twin, maybe he would be calmer. Perhaps a well-timed conversation with Urmila in a sufficiently concealed nook (in public, naturally) with sparse population will be enough to shake his desire for lifelong celibacy. If not, well, maybe you can speak to some convenient people until word reaches Rama's ears, and certainly, a man as responsible as him would not deprive his younger brother of the joys of marital life for the sake of his service. It's going to be FINE!

▪︎ Level 4: Shatrughan

Okay, this should be called the nightmare level. That boy needed to man up! Fortunately, you are extremely resourceful. What better way to man up a boy than put him to work? You would thus charge him with coordinating with Mithila for the wedding preparations! Some responsibility will do him good, his brother Rama agrees, so you set forth. And persevere. And persevere. And persevere. Even when he wants to get the very dark and very expensive purple cloth for the pavillions. A spoiled prince such as him probably never had to count money. You persevere even when he insists on filling half the menu with desserts; of course a child such as him has a sweet tooth. You persevere, even when he tries to cancel the orange marigold arrangements for yellow ones; his brother likes yellow and consideration of other people's likes and dislikes is an entirely desirable quality in a man. But then he throws a tantrum about the timing of the rituals and tries to have it shifted so his brother wouldn't have to wake up at dawn and you people of Mithila are honest, god-honouring, ritual-keeping people and if an upstart prince from Kosala thinks that he can—

Suitor dead, system restart needed to continue.

Anyway, threats!!!

⊙ Level 1: King Janaka

Hates the meddling, thinks his daughters should think and decide for themselves.

Does not desire external influence.

Has legitimate concerns about the sanity of the combined party of Kosala-Mithila bride/groomzillas.

Has not recovered from the heart attack Parashuram's arrival gave him.

Will probably cry if he has to send off his other daughters.

Unfortunately, the only person who can sniff out your involvement and order you to stop.

⊙ Level 2: Queen Kaikeyi

Has somehow already sniffed out your involvement.

Is already pissed about not being able to see Rama's marriage, will blow her top if she loses the chance to see others' too.

Will probably also blow her top if four separate celebrations somehow get combined into one. You grudgingly agree with the sentiment.

Has the express power to put a stop to at least one marriage (her son's), quite possibly more.

Happens to be the only person apart from Dasaratha and Kousalya that Rama will obey without question. If you cost Mithila Sita's marriage with Rama, it will probably be jailtime instead of rewards.

⊙ Level 3: That one nosy king from Pragjyotisha

He is looking at princess Mandavi?????

Princess Mandavi is looking at him?????

"He's better-looking than in his portrait," Princess Mandavi says.

"He's not a bad conversationalist," Princess Mandavi says.

"Hmm, maybe an alliance with Pragjyotisha won't be so bad," King Khushadhwaja says.

Bharat does not even notice.

⊙ Level 4: The prince of Vanga

He is serenading Princess Shrutakeerti???

He is SERENADING Princess Shrutakeerti!!!!!

He is READING HER POEMS!!!!!!!

She is SMILING!!!!!!!

Princess Shrutakeerti is SMILING at the FUGLY Prince of Vanga and Prince Shatrughan is INCORRIGIBLE and your reward is walking away WHAT THE FU–

⊙ Level 5: King Dasaratha's minister

Keeps trying to convince him that each prince must bring in a new matrimonial alliance.

Refers to King Dasaratha's blissful marriage with Queen Kaikeyi to insist that love blooms in the unlikeliest of unions.

Thinks one of the princes should ally with a princess of Lanka.

Says Mithila had until recently a slow economy???? YOU HAD DROUGHTS?????

Says second daughters don't bring in much??????

SAYS PRINCESS URMILA IS HARDLY THE CATCH HER SISTER IS! THE JERKFACE, YOU ARE GOING TO–

Character dead, system restart needed to continue.

⊙ Level 6: THAT SHREW OF A WOMAN STROKING PRINCE LAKSHMANA'S ARM AND LAUGHING WITH HIM, THAT @$#%€₩, CELIBATE YOUR FOOT—

(This is Shanta. Her husband and son haven't yet arrived.)

Allies:

Sunaina: Employed you.

Chandrabhaga: Same as above.

Sumitra: Unavailable but there in spirit. Will probably accept a frog for a daughter-in-law as long as that marriage happens.

Vasishtha: Knows the boys since childhood. Same as above.

Rama and Sita: Too busy staring lovingly and longingly at each other across flower gardens but would agree if they could.

Some notes:

You will win even if you don't want to, and so it is fortunate that you want to win.

If you lose somehow, Hanuman will show up at your place to smack you sing you the Ramayana.

You can marry the single extras with the dowry sponsored by Mithila's royal family.

You cannot kill anyone, no not even Ravana, sorry.

Everytime one of the Raghu princes miss, clown music will play.

Everytime one of the princesses miss, clown music will play.

Everytime one of the elders miss, clown music will play.

Lots of clown music, actually.

You cannot escape Shatrughan, ever.