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i am in so many fandoms so let me list some on the top of my head - batfam, omniscient reader's viewpoint, pjo, harry potter, academy's undercover professor, serena, soc, lout of count's family, a lot of kdramas and I am a manhwa addict and I will devour all manhwas pls send recs (found family my shayla)
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired from the Hindu epic Ramayana. It is based solely on the Valmiki Ramayana, and will not be including the events of the Uttar Kaand. This is primarily a romance fic, so there will be romantic moments involving some pairs. This is not meant to hurt any religious sentiments. This story aims to portray the characters in a humane manner, and their interactions and behaviors will be as per their ages. If you feel uncomfortable or disagree with my portrayal of characters, then please feel free to not engage.
Three months had passed since the Haiheya prince had visited.
Since then, news had spread like wildfire in all of Aryavarta. Rumors about the daunting condition put forth by the King of Videha, and the beauty of the eldest princess were in every single kingdom. Eligible men came flocking like birds. Did they seriously believe that they would be able to lift the bow and string it? Even she, Shrutakirti, did not live in such dreams, and that was saying something.
The adults were not telling them everything, that much was clear. Only last week, her mother told how they would not be going on their annual trip to Madra. They never cancelled their trip to Madra. At least never before in Shrutakirti's memory. She wanted to go to Madra, or just somewhere on a trip. Shrutakirti loved trips. They were so fun. She still remembered the times when all of them dressed as commoners and travelled to Vidarbha. It was one of the most lovely experiences of her life. She would rather plan another trip than see whatever was going on with all the people contesting for her cousin's hand.
Perhaps she ought to sneak away somewhere. She could easily sneak out of the palace dressed as a girl from the kitchens. It was not like she was some ethereal beauty who would get recognized wherever she went. Shrutakirti was just Shrutakirti. The youngest of the bunch, the runt of the litter. She could beat all the sweets she stole from Mandavi in the last week, not one person from her uncle's council could remember her by her name. Which was fine by her. Totally fine. Shrutakirti did not need anyone's sympathies, or their attention. Everything was fine as long as she had her mother. And Mother would always be by her side.
Shrutakirti adored her mother, and she knew her mother adored her twice more. It was clear which one of the two of them she favored. Mandavi was their father's favorite, but Shrutakirti? Shrutakirti was her mother's daughter. If it were something she could decide, then Chandrabhaga would ensure that her daughter ends up in Madra somehow. Shrutakirti would like to disagree. Madra was slightly too cold for her tastes. She liked the weather here in Videha. Besides, everyone knew that eastern Aryavart was far more superior to the other regions. God forbid she end up in a frigid kingdom, far far away from home. God forbid.
As time went by, the situation became more and more tense. Of course, Shrutakirti did not understand...all of it. Or more like, she was not told much of it, and neither was Urmila. They were deemed too young for all of this.
"It is unfair." Urmila responded, pouting, as she threw a small grape into her mouth. "We are old enough to know what it is. We will be wed in sometime too, won't we?" Indeed they would, for the two of them got their monthly bloods regularly now. It was a matter of only a few years, before they two, would be hoisted on the marriage market, as if they were mares...
"Didi is a traitor." Shrutakirti replied, huffing. "She knows, and won't tell. I ought to pester her more. Do you think hiding her favorite ribbons will help?"
"Oh, you must not do that. It's rather naughty, and the teachers say-"
"Well, I don't care what they say. They don't get to decide what I do and don't do." She reached out, and began to pluck at the grass beneath them. Shrutakirti struggled to keep her hands still for more than a moment or two.
"I was thinking, how do you think we will be married off? Do you think Father will hold a swayamvar for me too?" Urmila couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe. Not for me, though. I'm not his daughter, so..." Uncle was the most loving uncle Shrutakirti had ever seen, but she wasn't his daughter. Why would kings and heir apparents line up for her hand? They would not. She would probably have a marital alliance or something of some sort, with some third or fourth son, someone too down the line of succession. Perhaps it was better than whatever Sita had to face, with all sorts of middle-aged kings vying for her hand.
They stayed silent for a long time, and did their own tasks. Urmila sat, quietly sketching. Shrutakirti crushed rose and lily petals. She would mix them into lotus scented water, to create some sort of potion. It was a fun activity. Perhaps she could try to summon some Yaksha, or Vidyadhara. Though, a gandharva would be better. Maybe Shrutakirti could convince him to marry her. She didn't even know what was supposed by marriage. What was the purpose of it all? To have children? How did that even happen? She just knew that their elder sisters knew very well how children came into existence.
As the sun came down, they headed inside. Shrutakirti went about her daily routine, which included rummaging through her trunk, pestering someone, having new nail lacquer applied on her nails, pestering someone, trying out the new pearls Father had gifted her, pestering someone, making the potion-
"Shrutakirti, what are you doing?" Mandavi asked, her arms crossed across her ample bosom.
"Sister. Did I tell you that shade of green looks very pretty on you?" It was true. The shade of green, a lovely emerald with a touch of lemon, that too in silk, looked exquisite on her sister.
"Stop flattering me." Mandavi came closer, hissing in her face. "Do you know what's happened?"
"How would I know what's happening? It is not like anyone deems it fit to tell me anything. It is annoying. Besides, you do look pretty. I don't need to flatter you. That's a task for your lover."
"I DON'T HAVE A LOVER!!!!"
"That's one similarity all of us, don't we." Shrutakirti mumbled, staring at her feet. It was rather disappointing. Shrutakirti wished to experience how it would feel to have a lover. Maybe she would have one, once Sita was married off, for her eldest sister somehow ended up outshining all of them.
"Listen." Mandavi gripped her shoulders tightly, pulling her out of her thoughts. She shook her slightly, her bangles jingling. "Those kings have been very displeased with the result of this...entire process."
"Well, they ought to self reflect, then." It was true! It was their own fault they had flunked so bad in the swayamvar. It was even bad than the time she once flunked an assessment of arithmetic.
"Their methods of self reflection involve declaring war on us."
War? WAR?!
Did they even have an army? How stupid did someone have to be to declare a war because they couldn't fulfill the conditions of a swayamvar? Shrutakirti suddenly regretted complaining and taunting these kings in front of her uncle. She should've done more of the taunting. Perhaps in their face. That would grant her some satisfaction, at least.
"It's unfair." Shrutakirti responded, realizing that she was sniffling. "I want to smack these people."
"Don't you start crying." Her sister told her, sternly, even when she pulled her closer. Shrutakirti was shorter in front of Mandavi, and when she got hugged, her face was smothered in her bosom. "Sita is already in tears."
"Didi is crying?" She couldn't help but ask. Sita never cried, except when she got very irritated or angry over something.
"She is panicking, since we don't have that big of an army. Blames herself, the poor thing."
And Mandavi was here? The two of them were almost always attached to the hip. It would be natural for Mandavi to be with Sita when the latter was panicking and crying her eyes out.
"I tried to comfort her, but she won't listen to me. Aunt is with her right now. Those kings said that Uncle shouldn't have put such a hard condition for the marriage of a girl who isn't even his own."
That sentence made angry tears well up in her eyes. Sita was their sister. Yes, Aunt didn't give birth to her, but that didn't make her any less of their sister. How could anyone say such harsh words about her? It was unfair. It was unfair. All of it was unfair, unfair, unfair. Shrutakirti was a moment away from stomping her foot petulantly, demanding that all of this tomfoolery cease at this very moment.
"Could you..." She opened and then closed her mouth, shuffling on her feet. feeling rather subdued out of a sudden. "Could you...sleep with me...tonight?"
"Of course, dear girl." Mandavi gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, as they headed towards the bed. "Come, let us sleep. It will be alright."
ah yes because society needs yet more of ugly men being told they deserve beautiful women, as if thatâs not the cornerstone of all human cultures.
benny blanco has selena gomez kissing his filthy feet on camera ⌠seeing that felt so perverse, like the worst kind of manifestation of patriarchy. iâm the last woman on earth against worshiping a beautiful manâs body but 1. thatâs bedroom behavior exclusively and 2. benny blanco isnât beautiful. he genuinely looks like heâs from a human-adjacent species like homo erectus or something. heâs vile. everyone should have an inborn urge to shun him.
as for ed ⌠heâs what all white men look like to women who arenât attracted to white men. lmao
Exhibit 19387 that men hate female desire and want women to know it. Despite living in a supposedly âsexually progressiveâ society, time and time again women are made to feel ashamed for feeling any ounce of sexual attraction.
Iâve said it before and Iâll say it again, men do not want women to be physically attracted to them. They just want women to submit to them (it also fits with the model -> actively desiring = dominance; being desired = submission). There is nothing stopping these ânormal looking guysâ from putting effort into their appearance. But they like the power trip they get from having access to these women because of their power.
They also know that women who are confident in what they desire are women who can say no. After what women were put through for thousands of yearsâbeing sold in marriage as property and being forced to marry men they didnât like for income that they werenât allowed to earn themselves, in a world where women who werenât deemed attractive enough were forced to marry old widowers, abusers, or drunksâmen see women enthusiastically choosing their partners for the first time and they hate it because itâs a threat.
This is all just a sanitized way to say, âWomen, know your place.â
"men aren't allowed to express their feelings" is actually the number one factor that set feminism back, not makeup or smut books or whatever. women all over think they're doing a service to mental health by acknowledging men are suffering & stoic to the point people will be like "men punch walls because they can't express themselves" I think he did express himself there by punching the wall which is bad and you can be angry at him and judge him for it
Of course, everyoneâs free to make their own headcanon, but I do wonder if a lot of gay ship fandomsâ top/bottom âassignmentsâ stem from misogyny. Does it actually make sense for that man to be a bottom or have you just mindlessly given him that role because heâs the âwomanâ of the relationship in your eyes
