#bahubali: the beginning

[vellipo-mellaga]

Bahubali

[davidwatchedthat]

7/15/22

BAHUBALI: THE BEGINNING, directed by S.S. Rajamouli, 2015.

[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜

When bookworm Y/n reluctantly succumbs to her friends' movie night and watches "Bahubali," she discovers a newfound empathy for the much-despised Bhallaladeva, igniting an unexpected connection between their souls. Following the loss of her grandmother, Y/n inherits a mysterious red amulet that transports her to an unimaginable world. Her assigned mission: to alter the destinies of her beloved character. In the heart of Mahismati, Y/n's undercover adventures bring her closer to the royal brothers, determined to reshape their fates for the better. As bonds deepen, romance blooms and Y/n faces a dilemma: will their feelings jeopardize her mission? Will it even matter in the end?

𝐓.𝐖➜

This story contains themes of death and bereavement, violence, toxic relationships, emotional turmoil, travelling worlds, ¿isekai?, romantic conflicts, identity crisis, moral dilemmas, possible sexual content in later chapters, themes of betrayal, political intrigue, power struggles, intense emotional situations, and complex moral decisions, exploration of familial and romantic relationships, warfare, injury, and graphic violence. Let me know if I missed any!

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜

The Interesting Perspective

The New World

The Angel Lady

The Harsh Interrogation

The Monkey Woman

The Snarky Prince

The Etiquette Lessons

The Language Barrier

The Political Genius

The Culinary Adventurer

The Mahismati Festival

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜

The Scripted Starting

The Dancing Beauty

The Affectionate Prince

The Gruesome Battle

The Vitory Horror

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜

The Dangerous Thoughts

The Kuntala Quest

The Royal Gardens

The Deciding Day

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Kuntala Journey

The Charming Princess

The Kuntala Palace

The Dreamer Boy

The Hunting Party

The Krishna Pooja

The Marriage Proposal

The Silent Attack

The Lady’s Choice

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Rejoiced Couple

The Wedding Night

The Jealous Banishment

The Back-Stabber

The Final Sob

The Honoured Dead

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Stubborn Prince

The Jealous Husband

The Painful Coronation

The Run-Away Wife

The Reunited Lovers

The Old Beginnings

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓

𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Library Roaming

The Compensating Gifts

The Hidden Portrait

The Risky Plan

The Portrait Showing

The Insistent Girl

The False Confession

The Impulsive Promise

The King’s Confession

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Defeated King

The Heart Problems

The Exiled Duo

The Discontent Girl

The Confidential News

The Sweet Embrace

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Impressive Queen

The Romantic King

The Revealed Secret

The Destroyed Amulet

The Two-Faced Liar

The Tragic End

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This story contains elements of fantasy, adventure, and emotional depth, but be aware of potential triggers, including violence, grief, and complex relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

Does anyone want an OC version if they're not interested in y/n?

[hum-suffer]

We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 2

Gauri holds on to the memories that would have otherwise been a spear in her heart. She holds on to the voice of her husband, the looks of her brother and the embrace of her mother, the laughter of her sister-in-law. She holds onto these memories so tightly, she feels bruises on her very soul. Her gums ache with want every time she thinks, Mahadev, if only you gave us mercy.

When it's the dead of the night, her eyes are brimmed red and Bhabhi is hunched over, trying to hide the sorrow that closes her heart at the thought of her son, Gauri only wishes that she could free them. She wishes she could whisk bhabhi away and make her the Queen of unoccupied lands down South. Gauri wishes, impossibly, to surrender herself to the waterfall after making her bhabhi a Queen (as she should have been, years ago).

Gauri, she hears her brother's voice in her mind. It sounds as if he's fond and exasperated by her. You shouldn't wish things that are impossible—

He stops speaking when there's loud footsteps in the courtyard. Gauri's head snaps up, a snarl on her face. Who dared interrupt her brother?

It's him.

At first, Gauri thinks he's a hallucination. Bahu stopped speaking so he could come look at her in the eye. She scratches at her chained forearm, makes noise that snaps the young man's attention to her and oh.

That's not Bahubali. It's not.

Amrendra has never looked at her like that. Like he doesn't recognise her. Even when she had told him that Bhalla was too influenced by their uncle, even when he didn't believe her, even when she confessed to him about how much she loved her own sworn shield, Bahubali has never looked at her like he was a stranger.

This is another punishment, Gauri thinks distantly as the man fights the guards that are running for him. She feels like Mahadev is sneering at her for wishing for mercy. If that was the look her brother's lookalike had given her, Gauri prefered to never see him again.

She will prefer the fondness of a corpse than the unrecognition of a living man.

Whoever the man is, he's strong. He throws off the soldiers off of him quickly and strongly. His fighting style is primitive, unlearnt. He leaves half of his body uncovered whenever he turns. It cements the fact that he's not Amrendra. Gauri feels acute relief and disappointment together. He frees bhabhi, desperate and quick. He comes to her.

Gauri doesn't hide her flinch very well.

The man falters for a moment before beginning his mission anew, grabbing away at the chains. He's surprisingly fast at it, easily putting his experience with bhabhi at use. As soon as the chains are out of the pillar, he circles her, pulling the chains away from her body. She wonders if she will fall if she's not chained to the pillar anymore. The shock makes her feel numb.

"Please, come, fast!" His voice has an accent. Amrendra's was rich, regal, enunciated. This man speaks in clipped words with a sharp accent. Gauri doesn't think much more as she stumbles, grabbing her equally stunned bhabhi by the arm and following this man.

The young man doesn't know how to handle horses, let alone a chariot, she learns soon enough. That doesn't take from the ache that is spreading down her lungs, the look he gave her still carved in her mind. He's not Amrendra, Gauri thinks to herself as they make sharp turns. He's not. He's not.

Amrendra is dead. Maa killed him. Mama killed him. Bhallaldev killed him. Amrendra's heart killed him.

Gauri looks at her hands. Now coarse and callous, they once healed Amrendra after the Kalkeya War. The blood that goes numb in her hands is the one she shares with her brother. Dead or alive, her brother. Not this man. Her brother.

They move through fire and it acutely makes her relive what is in her heart. Gauri keeps her eyes closed, and wishes. Yearns. Her Amrendra, her dearest. Her Bhairav. Her beloved.

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Gauri doesn't know when or how she loses conciousness. All she knows is, when she wakes up, they're in a field and she's lying down.

The field.

Her hands burn. The individual chains on her hands that the imposter didn't manage to remove hold her down. There's a burning log near her face and a distinctly foot weighed weight on her throat. The fire blinds her eyes and she can't see farther than it but. She hears. There's Bhadra somewhere, that horrible child, and he's calling bhabhi things that Gauri wouldn't dare repeat even in her mind. A loud groan of a man follows. There's thunder somewhere.

(Bhairav, she thinks hysterically, do you like the thunder still?)

A chain rattles somewhere further than his voice and there's a loud thud of something falling down and a clang of a sword.

A longsword by the sound of it. There's another clang and Bhadra shouts. The other groan turns into a snarl. Suddenly, the fire in front of her face disappears. The foot on her throat stays. There's light dancing behind her eyelids and she breathes. Thanks Mahadev.

The chains in her hand feel more real than ever and she begs. If I've ever been good, Mahadev, if I've ever done anything to please you, give me strength. She wraps her fingers around the excess chains silent and takes a deep breath.

There's a loud thud and she hears Bhadra begging for protection from Katappa. Mama tells him that he will be the shield between that brat and the impostor. Gauri clenchs her teeth. Isn't this what he told Bahu too? Her fingers are cold and the chains are colder but with the last thought of her brother, Gauri forces her hands in a forceful upward arc and hits the chains on the leg on whoever was standing on her throat. He limps away, falling, and she instantly breathes easier.

She coughs, feeling the soreness of her throat being to follow. The man, a simple soldier, tries to rush towards her. Desparately, Gauri grabs the nearest stone and hurls it at his chest. Surprised and happy when she remembers she still has her skills. Rusted, but there. Muscle memory.

He unleashes the dagger from his waistband and leaps towards Gauri. She rolls away, leaving him to land harshly on the uneven field. As quick as she can be, as thuder rolls the sky, Gauri loops her arms over his head and lets her chains strangle him, pulling all the strength she can muster. She feels the ache spread from her throat to her joints and the strain of holding a grown man down is hard on her she needs to.

It's been a while since she's had alta on her hands. If not alta, she will colour her hands with blood.

On the field that Bahubali died on, others will die too.

Tears cloud her eyes and she basks in the gurgling sound the man makes. He scratches at her arms and draws blood but it's nothing that Gauri hasn't already done to herself.

My brother died. My brother died. My other half. My twin. My elder brother died. You should too. My brother. My brother.

My beloved. My husband died. My husband died. My everything. My happiness. My husband. My husband died. You must.

She doesn't care for the grunts and yells she hears in the background. Everyone else can die for all she cares. Her brother died. Why should they live?

The first person she kills in twenty five years, dies in her lap.

She licks her gums. Want of blood rises again.

It's when she hears another set of chains rattle that she looks away from the dead body in her lap.

Bhabhi.

She standing there on uneasy feet, almost stumbling and falling over. Gaur throws off the man and helps herself up with the support of a boulder.

Katappa is running and so is the imposter. Siddha, Katappa's horse that her Bhairav gifted him is running as well. The gold of Bahubali's longsword horse pommel is obvious on Siddha. Even when her sore throat hurts, Gauri doesn't speak to tell Katappa that the imposter is a good boy. Her words are curses that fly because no one but her had the privilege to even touch Amrendra's sword and here is Mama, using the sword as if it's his.

It is Amrendra's. Gauri costomized it for him, damn it.

The imposter jumps over Katappa and removes the sword from its decorated scabbard. He holds the sword wrong, in a way that will leave the horse markings on the side of his palm, but Gauri isn't fixated on that. He's running behind Bhadra.

"You dare." Gauri croaks to herself, eyes narrowed. Satisfaction fumes in her as Bhadra runs and even the sacrilege of using Amrendra's sword is a lesser priority when she sees what happens.

The imposter cuts Bhadra's head clean off.

Somewhere in the distance, thunder strikes.

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Tagging: @alhad-si-simran @o-merebholebalam @multifandom-boss-bitch @satanicallysatanicchild because they wanted me to

Also, yes, Gauri (full name Gauraangi btw) calling Mahendra an imposter is completely intention. Do tell me if y'all want some aesthetics, I'm itching to make some for my girl Gauri and Bhairav. Reviews are very welcome!

Part 1 here

[stxrrynxghts]

Their favorite songs

(Aka, the sequel to, Music Tastes)

Arjun

Dulhe ka sehra- Dhadkan

Lambi Judai- Hero

Kabira- YJHD

Nakul

Tip tip barsa pani- Mohra

Cheez Badi- Mohra

Mai itni sundar hu Mai kya karu

Krishna

Jo Hai albela- Kisna:The warrior poet

Mohe Panghat pe- Mughal-e-azam

Albela Sajan- Bajirao Mastani

Balaram

Ami Je Tomar- Bhool Bhulaiya

Mere Dholna- Bhool Bhulaiya

Ye Raat aur ye duri- Andaz Apna Apna

Draupadi

Billie Jean- Michael Jackson

Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson

Beat it-Michael Jackson

Subhadra

Wo Ladki Jo- Baadshah

Main Agar Kahoon- Om Shanti Om

Titli- Chennai Express

Abhimanyu

Tere Bina- Guru

Jashn-e-Bahaara - Jodhaa Akbar

Manohari- Bahubali: The Beginning

Uttara

Chalte Chalte Yun hi- Pakheezah

In Ankho ki masti- Umrao Jaan

Ajab Si- Om Shanti Om

[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!

[fangirlshrewt97]

RRR(?) Prompt

Title: SSR'S Bewildering Birthday Bonanza

Plot: The characters from ALL of SSR'S movies try to hold a birthday party for their Jakanna, but shenanigans begin and craziness starts!

The characters include (in chronological movie order) :

Aditya from Student No. 1 (2001)

Simhadri from Simhadri (2003)

Prithvi from Sye (2004)

Sivaji from Chatrapathi (2005)

Sathibabu from Vikramarkadu (2006)

Raja from Yamadonga (2007)

Harsha/Kaala Bhairava from Magadheera (2009)

Ramu from Maryada Ramanna (2010)

Nani (the fly) and Bhindu from Eega (2010)

Bahubali, Avantika and Devasena from Bahubali: The Beginning & Bahubali: The Conclusion

Ram, Bheem, Sita & Jenny from RRR (2022)

Hope this list convinces you to watch some of SSR'S previous, older movies to see how they were quality wise. Your welcome!

😂😂😂😂

This does sound like a very shenanigan filled party but i quite literally do not have the time to sit and see 9 movies. If you've seen and you have ideas, I'm happy to act as sounding board . Or if anyone else in the fandom feels they can tackle this, be my guest. But i do know when something is too out of my abilities and this is very much more than I can do.

I hope someone is able to write this for you friend, but unfortunately that's not going to be me anything soon 😅

Thanks for understanding 🙏❤️

[darlingletshurttonight]

for anyone interested -

i watched acharya and i am disappointed but not surprised. they've released it right after rrr so they can cover up costs just through the hype coz neither the plot nor the writing was going to help this movie.

it was pretty lackluster and charan tried but literally nothing was working. sure he looked great but his character lacked depth, so did chiranjeevi's. like the script was so poor and none of their emotions got to me. like zero. you feel so detached from the characters and their journey. especially chiranjeevi's, like he is supposed to be all mysterious in the beginning but you're just like "okay now get on with it". the story itself seemed like a poor mashup of rangasthalam and bahubali.

i somehow loved sonu sood more than chiranjeevi and charan. and i think thats because of his own ability to bring something to the table without the script or directions help.

i dont know how they managed to do it, but the bhale bhale banjaara song (one of my two main reasons to go watch this movie) fell so fucking flat in the movie and i dont understand it. if i listen to the song standalone, its such a bop. but it seemed so bleh in the movie.

i was expecting to see kajal aggarwal in the laahe laahe song atleast but she was nowhere to be seen. that was quite sad.

the stuff i liked -

i love to watch violence. south indian action films don't hesitate to show gore and this was similar. so i liked the action sequences.

the colors in this movie are beautiful, cinematography is well done. i almost considered this as one of those high resolution videos that tv stores have on to show how amazing the tv is.

this is probably just me but i managed to get a hint of gayness between charan's and sonu sood's characters. it was really really short lived so it doesn't really matter but fine, i'll take it.

ram charan is aesthetically very pleasing to look at.

yeah, that's it.

since we had a discussion on this before -

@thewinchestergirl1208 @aurora2238

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Shravanabelagola:

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Channarayapatna - The Toy Town:

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Reel to Real: Exploring Hyderabad and the Enchanting Ramoji Film City with Gateway Holidays

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Gateway Holidays' "Hyderabad Ramoji Film City Package" isn't just a journey; it's a cinematic adventure. It weaves together the essence of Hyderabad's culture with the enchantment of filmmaking at Ramoji. This experience is not just for film buffs but for anyone who appreciates the magic of storytelling, the allure of entertainment, and the beauty of cultural exploration.

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Salaar Teaser: Violent Men Called “One Man” The Most Violent!

“Lion, Cheetah, Tiger, Elephant; Very Dangerous. But Not In Jurassic Park. Because In That Park, Rules The Dinosaur!”  KGF’s production house Hombale Films premiered an explosive teaser to the highly anticipated PAN-India action-thriller “Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire" on July 6, 2023. "Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire" is expected to be released in theaters worldwide in December 2023. Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire Official Teaser: https://youtu.be/bUR_FKt7Iso?si=rtL9VSK09-Hgu6qh The teaser is ultra-thrilling and action-packed. It showcases intense gang wars. As the teaser begins, we see veteran actor Tinnu Anand intimidating a bunch of gunmen with his dialogue delivery. Throughout the teaser, we can see glimpses of armed gang confrontations and bomb blasts. It is still unclear why these confrontations are happening. But I am very sure that this action movie is going to be a high-octane gang war! After all, it is “Ceasefire”! At the end, we get a glimpse of our favorite Rebel Star, Prabhas. Although his picture is a bit hazy in the teaser, I think, Prabhas appears to be in great shape for a power-packed ride. When Adipurush was released and Prabhas starred in it as Lord Ram, speculations arose that he appeared bulky as compared to what he was during “Bahubali”. But I think he may have lost those extra pounds for Salaar. No matter what, in the teaser glimpse, Prabhas does look dashing, ready to take on multiple gangs with the blows of his fists. From the teaser, it is unclear who the actual villain in this movie will be. But I think it’s better to keep that a secret till the story unfolds at the theaters. After Rocky Bhai of KGF, I believe, Prabhas as “Salaar” is one action star who can be addressed as a “true violent hero” of Indian cinema. Read the full article

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A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

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The Interesting Perspective

Synopsis: In the heart of Hyderabad, Y/n tends to her grandmother's antique store, a time capsule hiding stories of the past. Her routine is disrupted when she joins friends to watch the movie "Baahubali," a decision that will ignite her own remarkable adventure into the world of cinema and her unique perspective on its characters.

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In the vibrant and bustling streets of Hyderabad, India, nestled amidst the chaos of modernity, there existed a quaint and almost forgotten treasure trove of history. It was a little antique store with an intriguing story of its own, now entrusted to the care of a young woman named Y/n. 

This charming establishment, steeped in memories and whispers of days long gone, held a unique place in the heart of the city.

Each morning, the sun cast its gentle rays upon the old wooden door of the shop, signalling the beginning of another day. 

Y/n, with an air of quiet determination, unlocked the weathered door and stepped into a world frozen in time. The antique store, a relic itself, carried the weight of decades, its wooden beams groaning softly with age.

As the door swung open, a cloud of dust danced through the air, catching the soft glow of the morning light. Y/n took a moment to inhale the musty scent of history and nostalgia before she proceeded with her daily ritual. The shop might have been old and dusty, but it held a charm that was impossible to replicate.

Y/n's routine was as predictable as the sunrise. She gingerly dusted off the display cabinets, each one containing a piece of history that had been carefully preserved for generations. The shop's antique treasures were like whispers from the past, and Y/n was their devoted custodian.

Once the store was tidied up, Y/n took her place at the ornate wooden register. It was a perch from which she watched the world go by, albeit one that rarely saw any visitors. 

The store, hidden away in plain sight amidst the chaotic streets of Hyderabad, seemed to exist in its own tranquil bubble. Despite the city's ceaseless movement and vibrant energy, it was as if the shop was invisible to the outside world.

With the day's quietude embracing her, Y/n reached for a vintage novel, a companion she had grown fond of. The pages rustled softly as she lost herself in tales of bygone eras, immersing herself in stories that echoed the very essence of her antique store. 

Each day, she became a part of the history she protected, finding solace in the forgotten memories of a time when life moved at a different pace.

Hyderabad's bustling streets might have raced ahead, but within the aged walls of the antique store, time stood still. 

Y/n's devotion to her grandmother's legacy was a testament to the enduring power of nostalgia, the allure of history, and the beauty of finding solace in a world that often rushed past unnoticed. 

In her hands, the shop thrived, a living testament to the past, and a hidden gem waiting for those who dared to wander off the beaten path.

Y/n had always been more inclined toward the pages of modern literature than the silver screen. In a world captivated by the magic of movies, she found her sanctuary in the written word. 

But as fate would have it, a new cinematic sensation swept across India, leaving a trail of fervour in its wake, bearing the name 'Baahubali.' 

It was as if a fever had taken hold of the nation, and fans had gone berserk over this cinematic marvel. People had lost their minds, raving about the epic storytelling and jaw-dropping visuals that this movie promised. Y/n, ever the outlier in her circle, hadn't quite fathomed the craze.

Her friends, captivated by the Baahubali frenzy, hadn't understood how she remained immune to its charm. They had pestered her relentlessly, urging her to give it a chance. Perhaps, they had thought, Y/n might just find a new love in the world of cinema.

“Come on, Y/n!!” 

“It’s really good!! We’ve already been to the movies three times this month purely because it was so good!”

“And we’ve had two movie nights where we watched the first and second movies together!”

Y/n grimaced, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t know, guys…”

“Ohh, please, Y/n!” They continued to persist, wearing down the girl.

“If it’s not as good as we promise, I swear on my life I’ll start reading that one book you told me to!” Y/n’s ears perked up at this comment as the others quickly joined in.

“In fact -  we all will!” The three girls looked at each other and began nodding in unison and urging Y/n. 

“Mmm…” Y/n’s face remained in deep thought.

“Y/n, if you come to watch the two movies with us, we all promise to immediately start reading the books.” One of the girls spoke up, finally, desperate to get her friend in front of the silver screen. Y/n craned her head to look past her friends at the deserted and empty shop. 

Y/n’s features softened and she looked at their eager faces. She let out a low sigh and looked at her friends, a smile starting to form on her lips.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to leave the store unattended for one night,” Finally, Y/n had relented, agreeing to accompany her friends to the movie theatre. She had been willing to set aside her literary pursuits for an evening if only to unravel the mystery of what had driven the entire nation into a state of euphoria.

The three girls immediately began rejoicing, pulling the laughing Y/n into a group hug as they began jumping and hopping from the excitement.

As the lights had dimmed and the colossal screen had flickered to life, Y/n's curiosity had mingled with a hint of scepticism. The opening scene had unfolded, and the grandeur of Baahubali had begun to unfurl before her eyes. 

She had watched in awe as the story had unfurled, the characters had come to life, and the visual spectacle had swept her into its embrace.

In that darkened cinema hall, Y/n's perspective had shifted. She had realized that storytelling had many forms, and cinema possessed a unique power to transport its audience to worlds beyond imagination. 

As the credits rolled and the applause of the audience resonated around her, Y/n understood why the nation had succumbed to Baahubali‘s enchantment.

Leaving the theatre, Y/n wore a smile that mirrored the newfound appreciation for the magic of movies. She might have been a devotee of modern literature, but in that moment, she had experienced the transformative enchantment of cinema. 

Baahubali had bridged the gap between her world of books and the silver screen, leaving her eager to explore more cinematic adventures in the future.

Before her inexplicable journey into the world of "Baahubali," Y/n had held a unique perspective on the characters that had gripped the hearts and minds of her fellow countrymen. 

While she hadn't quite fit the mold of a dedicated movie enthusiast like most people around her, she had, in a moment of curiosity, watched "Baahubali." To her own surprise, she had found herself drawn into the intricate tapestry of the story.

Y/n possessed a deep respect for Bahubali, the central character of the epic saga. His qualities of honour, bravery, and selflessness resonated with her, transcending the medium of cinema and touching her heart on a profound level. 

In a world where heroes had often appeared larger than life, Bahubali had been a shining example of the qualities Y/n had admired most in people.

Even when it came to the character of Bhallaladeva, who had been universally despised by viewers, Y/n had found herself harbouring a different sentiment. Instead of hatred, she hadn't been able to help but pity him. 

Beneath the layers of villainy and treachery, she had glimpsed a tragic figure, consumed by ambition and insecurity, his actions driven by a profound sense of inadequacy.

Yet, Y/n's musings on the characters of "Baahubali" had been mere echoes of her private thoughts, shared with no one but the pages of her diary. Little had she known that her understanding of these characters would soon be put to the test, as destiny had had a mysterious plan in store for her.

What set Y/n apart was her distinct perspective on Bhallaladeva. While the general populace had harboured disdain for the character, she had possessed a unique and empathetic viewpoint. Y/n had peered beneath the layers of cruelty and ambition, recognizing the tragic figure that Bhallaladeva had truly been.

In her eyes, Bhallaladeva hadn't been just a villain; he had been a product of his environment, a victim of his father's ruthless influence. Y/n believed that if he had grown up in a different setting, devoid of the poisonous presence of his father, he could have evolved into a different, more compassionate person. 

Her perspective hadn't been one of hatred but rather of profound pity for a man caught in the web of his own circumstances, trapped by his ambitions and the expectations thrust upon him.

“I can’t believe you feel sorry for Bhallaladeva, Y/n! He’s the ultimate villain!” Gowri, Y/n’s closest friend, argued as she sat across Y/n in the little coffee shop, as Y/n took a sip of her drink and continued looking down at the newspaper.

“Gowri, I know it’s hard to see, but there’s more to his character than just being a villain,” Y/n said, taking another sip, and making Gowri groan.

“More to him? He’s a murderer, Y/n! He killed his own brother, how can you pity someone like him!?”

“Everyone’s a murderer in this movie, Gowri. Besides, I’m not condoning his actions, but just think about it. He grew up in a toxic environment with a father like Bijjaladeva. The constant pressure, the endless manipulation, the unhealthy influence…” Y/n shuddered, just thinking about what Bhalla likely grew up with.

“That’s no excuse for his treachery! He betrayed his family and his kingdom, he’s disgusting.” Gowri spat. Y/n sighed, finally placing her mug down on the table and laying her paper flat, looking up at Gowri.

"I understand why you feel that way, Gowri, but I can't help but wonder if, under different circumstances, he might have turned out differently," Y/n said, softly, in a comforting voice. Gowri gaped at her, her mouth open and eyes wide.

"Are you serious? He's power-hungry and ruthless, plain and simple. He deserved the fate that came to him."

"I know it's a complicated perspective, but it's just that the complexity of his character intrigues me. What if he felt trapped, burdened by the expectations placed upon him?" Y/n said thoughtfully, “What if he was feeling betrayed by his own mother? That everything that belonged to him was being shared with his cousin? Even that thought wouldn’t be his fault, it would be his father’s.”

"Y/n, he had a choice! He chose evil, plain and simple." Gowri said with a huff, crossing her arms.

"I'm not saying he didn't make terrible choices. It's just that I can't help but feel a sense of pity for someone who may have been a victim of his own circumstances." Y/n’s tone remained gentle.

"I can't believe you're defending him, Y/n," Gowri said in disbelief, shaking her head.

"I'm not defending him, Gowri. I'm just trying to understand. Stories like 'Baahubali' make us question the complexities of human nature and the choices people make." Y/n said, calmly.

“Well, I still think he’s the worst.” Gowri childishly puffed out her cheeks and looked out of the window as Y/n lightly chuckled, shaking her head.

"And that's the beauty of storytelling. It sparks conversations and lets us see things from different angles." Y/n said with a clever smile, eyeing Gowri as she took another short sip of her drink.

This unique view of Bhallaladeva set Y/n apart from the mainstream sentiment surrounding the character. While the world had seen him as a power-hungry antagonist, she had seen a soul tainted by circumstances beyond his control. 

It had been a perspective that had spoken to Y/n's deep sense of empathy, a quality that would soon have come to define her extraordinary journey into the world of "Baahubali," where her understanding of these characters would have been put to the ultimate test.

Y/n's feelings toward the characters of "Baahubali" had been as varied and nuanced as the tapestry of the epic saga itself. Each character had carved a distinct niche in her heart, drawing forth a range of emotions and reflections.

Bijjaladeva, the conniving and power-hungry uncle, had been the object of her disdain. Y/n had loathed him for his nefarious influence over his son, Bhallaladeva. 

The sick thoughts and twisted desires he had sown in Bhallaladeva’s mind for his own greed had been inexcusable. In her eyes, Bijjaladeva had represented the darkest facets of human nature, a character that was driven solely by avarice and manipulation.

Amarendra Bahubali, on the other hand, had been a beacon of heroism and selflessness in her eyes. Y/n had applauded his unwavering commitment to honour, bravery, and the welfare of his people. 

His actions had resonated with her deeply, and she hadn't been able to help but admire a character who had epitomized the very qualities she had held in high regard.

Bhallaladeva, despite his villainous role in the story, had stirred not hatred but pity within Y/n's heart. She had recognized that his fate had been largely determined by circumstances beyond his control. Had he grown up in a different environment, free from the poisonous influence of his father, he might have become a different, more compassionate person. 

Y/n's perspective on Bhallaladeva is a testament to her empathetic nature, seeing the tragedy beneath the layers of ambition and cruelty.

Kattappa, the loyal and dedicated warrior, had earned her profound respect. His unwavering loyalty to the throne and his moral dilemma in carrying out a fateful act had left a lasting impression on her. 

Y/n had admired the strength of character that had allowed him to grapple with the complexities of his duty and conscience.

Sivagami, the formidable and fearless queen, had been to Y/n a symbol of empowerment and feminism. Her unyielding spirit, leadership qualities, and determination in the face of adversity resonated deeply with Y/n's own values. 

Sivagami, in Y/n's eyes, had been a slay queen of her time, a woman who had embodied the strength and resilience required to lead.

Devasena, with her grace, combat abilities, and unwavering commitment to justice, had commanded Y/n's respect. Her multifaceted character had spoken to the importance of balance and integrity. Y/n had admired Devasena’s ability to wield both grace and strength in her pursuit of righteousness.

As Y/n's feelings and understanding of these characters had swirled within her, little had she known that her unique perspective on the world of "Baahubali" would soon become her guiding light in an unexpected journey, where her connection to these characters would have been put to the ultimate test.

Intrigued and captivated by the complex characters of "Baahubali," Y/n's fascination didn't stop at the cinema. She had felt compelled to dive deeper into their psyche, to unravel the intricacies of Bhallaladeva and Bahubali’s dynamic, lives, and the forces that had shaped them.

This profound curiosity led Y/n to embark on a literary journey of her own. She had poured her thoughts, insights, and emotions into a twenty-thousand-word analytical essay, meticulously dissecting the characters and their intertwining destinies. 

Her essay had become a labour of love, a testament to her unique perspective on these iconic figures.

'If I were ever magically given the chance to change the fate of Bhallaladeva and assist him to tread a path of light and goodness, I would value the opportunity and do my best to secure him a good future.'

While her admiration for Bahubali had been evident, it had been her pity for Bhallaladeva that had stood out. 

Y/n's words on paper echoed her empathy for a character whose life had seemed marred by circumstances and poisoned by influences beyond his control. Her essay had been a tribute to her belief in the complex interplay of nature and nurture, and how it had sculpted these two diametrically opposed brothers.

Y/n's essay not only allowed her to express her thoughts but also served as a testament to her deep understanding of the characters' nuances. 

Little had she known that her writings would soon become more than just words on a page, as destiny had had a mysterious plan in store, ready to transport her into the world of "Baahubali" and test her convictions in ways she could never have imagined.

But for now, as Y/n had gone about her ordinary life in Hyderabad, these reflections on a fictional world had remained just that – reflections. 

The world of "Baahubali" had existed solely on the silver screen, a place where storytelling had met grandeur, and the characters had danced through the imagination of countless admirers. 

Y/n, the silent observer hadn't foreseen the incredible journey that had awaited her, one that would have transformed her passive admiration into an unexpected and extraordinary adventure beyond the realm of her wildest dreams.

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 4

Bhairav doesn't leave her hand at all. He stands there, back rigid and new scars displayed on his chest proudly, but he doesn't leave her hand, even as she bends down to take Amrendra's sword. He knows not to interrupt her, knows that even his touch on her brother's sword is forbidden.

The horse hilt brings all the memories that had borrowed themselves in her mind and as Katappa talks about the day she and Amrendra were born, Gauri unsheathes the now clean sword. The scabbard stays in her left hand while she manages to prick her left thumb on the sword carefully.

No swords should be used prior to the sacrifice of one's own blood.

This is the sword that Katappa killed Bahu with. The sword that Gauri ordered forge. The sword that Bahu named Kaali. She doesn't register any pain from the prick and carefully holds the hilt. The surge of life feels incredible and somehow, Gauri feels every ounce of power that she's not had in the past twenty five years.

She closes her eyes, tightens her hold on Kaali, and twirls it in an arc that would have sliced the belly, upper arm and neck of someone, had they been in her way.

"The Queen died while giving birth to the twins," Katappa says in the distance,"Your father, Amrendra Bahubali and your aunt, Gauraangi Devi."

Gauri smiles,"He never lived in a world that did not have me. Even when I wasn't breathing out of our mother's womb, he cried and sobbed— refused to be handled well until he was near me." She doesn't remember all this, obviously, but she knows what her maid in waiting, Srivika told her.

"I didn't breathe until he was near me."

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They are seven today. Maa sits down between the three of them and smiles,"What do my darlings want for their birthday?"

Bhalla begins to speak but a raised eyebrow from maa shuts him up. He received his gifts on his own birthday, a fortnight ago. Bahu looks at Gauri and tilts his head. She knows this look. He wants to ask maa for something that is ostentatious and needs her to back him up in expressing want for it so he feels less guilty.

She exaggerats her nod to him, pretending to let Maa see that she wants Bahu to speak.

"A window sill, Maa," he says,"the moon looks beautiful from the window in our room but standing there for hours is exhausting." She doesn't care as much for the moon. Yes, it's pretty, but Bahu's smile is better. Seeing him excitedly ramble about the state of the stars and the moon is everything Gauri wishes until the day she dies.

Maa looks between them like she knows this is a plot and Gauri still has to ask for her own gift. She wants to ask Maa for her Mata's, her birth mother's, information but she holds her tongue. She can ask that any day. Asking for a whole new piece of furniture to be made needs the courage and self assurance Bahu seldom has.

She nods and looks at Gauri, who doesn't say anything but smiles. Maa once said she smiled like her Mata.

(Did Mata smile like this when she saw two children whom she died for?)

Maa looks haunted for a moment and sighs. "You know that this is a big gift and it is for two of you combined, yes?"

Guilt flashes in Bahu's eyes. Gauri beams at maa and nods. Bhalla narrows his eyes but doesn't say anything.

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"You two lied to Maa," Bhalla says half an hour after maa left. They all know maa has the horrid habit of eavesdropping when she thinks something is fishy.

Gauri shrugs. Bahu looks down but still relentlessly continues,"We really do want that window sill! You sleep too early, or you can the moon every night there. It's beautiful."

Bhalla rolls his eyes. "I am not wasting my time like that, Bahu."

Here, even if she would never admit to even herself, Gauri thinks he's right.

What use is it to love something as impermanent as the moon?

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The first time she fights with Maa, they're thirteen.

She has ordered that they have separate chambers and Bahu is getting new chambers adjoining to Bhalla's. Gauri wants to scream and shout; Bahu is her other half, she cannot exist without him, let alone relax enough to sleep!

"Why must it be so, Maa?" Gauri wails, improper, impolite and loud. Her teeth feel elongated and she wants to bury them in blood. A physical ache is what she feels at the idea of being separated from her brother, her twin, her everything.

He twists in his sleep. What if he fell off the bed? He only ever wants one pillow, he will throw every pillow away. He sometimes forgets to remove his accessories before going to bed and the few times Gauri did not know of that, he woke with impressions of rings on his face. He is extremely lazy, he almost never changes into night appropriate clothes until Gauri badgers him at least thrice. He likes sunlight on his face when he wakes up. He absolutely adores the window sill in their room and spends hours looking at the sky.

How will he do any of that if he's away from her?

Maa is flustered by her question. She sees anger that her tone makes and even if she wishes to apologise, she won't. She won't. She needs to be there for her brother more than she needs to be a good daughter.

"Please, Maa," she tries more softly and takes a step further, brushing her hand against Maa's knuckles,"Do not punish us like this. Whatever you are punishing us for, keep us together, please. Don't do this."

Bhalla stands to the side, looking pained and irritated. Bahu is quietly looking at the ground. She wants to hit him. Why isn't he loving her as mchh as she does him? Why isn't he desparate to stay with her? Why is she the only one who loves him so? Why is she the only one who ever loves them all so pathetically? Why doesn't she have the privilege of him fighting for her?

The tears in her eyes sting of betrayal and she doesn't spare Amrendra another glance. Let him stare at the ground, she thinks, juvenile, Bhalla loves me better than he does.

Gauri tries again in front of Maa's stony silence. "He is my brother, Maa. Please. Why did you let us be in the same room for all our lives if you wanted to wretch it from us? Why give us complete happiness if it was never permanent?"

"It must be, because I said so." Maa grounds out, not even glancing at Gauri,"Stop being stubborn, Gauri. Learn something from Bahu, he knows how to be obedient."

Gauri lets her hand fall from Maa's. "He knows how to be coward, you mean."

She curtises and leaves the room, her back to everyone she loved who did not understand just how much she loved.

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It's not Bahu that comes to her.

Bhalla doesn't speak. He comes to sit in front of Gauri, who is desparately trying to embroider a shawl for Katappa's upcoming birthday. It's difficult, because her hands keep trembling and her tears blur her vision. But she knows Bhalla. He's patient. He's going to let silent reign until she decrees that she wants to speak.

"He stood there, Bhalla. Like a coward, he didn't even speak of what he wanted! Am I supposed to fight for him? Is this what it means to be the sister of Amrendra Bahubali?" She stabs the needle in the shawl and throws it on the floor, beside her. Her hands are all red and there's tiny blood points at some places because she couldn't concentrate as well. She should wash her hands soon.

Bhalla rises to his knees and distantly, she thinks she's the only one for whom Bhalla will kneel. At least Bhalla will put her first. At least he will know she loves him more than he loves her and he will understand her for it.

She's resigned herself to never being understood about just how deep she loves her family, barring her uncle. But at least Bhalla will side with her.

He moves towards her and opens his arms. Gauri gladly hugs him. The tears fall and wet his tunic but he doesn't say anything. He rubs her back and sighs,"He wasn't being a coward, Gauri. He has too much pride. He did not want to beg Mata in front of you."

"I begged!" Gauri snaps but it's muffled in his shirt. "I begged for us like I was the only person who cares for the other! He can't raise a challenge in front of Maa for me? How is he going to protect me when he is the one that hurts me?"

"Hush, sister," Bhalla says, and his arms tighten around her. "I'm here. I love you. I'm sorry that I can't love you as much as you love me. I'm sorry Bahu doesn't understand how much you love him."

Bahu visits her two hours later, when her eyes are puffy and red. He runs a hand through her hair. Gauri turns away from him. She hears his breath hitch but she doesn't care to turn around.

Why should she always care? He's supposed to care too.

"I apologise, Gauri," he says, sits down beside her and wraps his arm around her shoulder. "I did not mean to abandon you, I promise. But I can't very well oppose Maa."

"But I do it!" She snaps at him,"I oppose Maa for you!"

He leans his temple against hers,"You're more courageous than I."

Gauri laughs in his face but doesn't move away from him. She can't. She can't. She can't. They fit together perfectly. He's her brother. Her brother. Her elder brother. Her blood. Half her soul, half her mind, half her personality.

She sneers at him,"You just don't love me enough to put me above Maa, Bahu."

He doesn't reply but the tears in his eyes tell her everything she needs to know.

She's right. She's right and he will always love maa more than he loves her and he hates it and hates that she's right. Bile rises in her throat.

Gauri runs away from her brother.

They reconcile, of course. She can never stop speaking to him for more than a handful of hours. She's lying on her bed and she can't sleep. Not knowing how Bahu is kills her and not feeling that idiot's foot hitting her calf makes her want to curl in on herself for warmth. She's alone and she's cold. She doesn't ever want to leave Bahu.

She keeps her eyes closed when she hears the bedroom door open, knowing who it is. The dagger under her pillow doesn't even cross her mind, she is so sure. When the bed dips, the exact way it has every night, Gauri relaxes. Her anger shimmers close to surface but the need underneath keeps it leashed.

He doesn't embrace her, he's never been a fan of physical touch like she and Bhalla are. But he moves closer and runs his hands over the crown of her head.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and it sounds like he's been crying and Gauri wants to sob again. "I'm so sorry. I will always choose you, sister. I'm sorry I didn't speak so earlier. You know I'm no good with words. I'm sorry I ever made you feel like you're my second choice, sister. You're not. You will never be a choice, you are my everything."

Gauri turns around to look into the darkness that cloaks her brother. She feels a lump in her throat that wants to make her claw at herself but she breathes instead.

Bahu is crying, and his tears are falling on the pillow that Gauri would usually hug in her sleep. He always liked it too, just never asked for it from Gauri.

His hand comes to her cheek and Gauri shuffles closer. "I'm so sorry," he repeats in a broken whisper that makes Gauri ache. She closes her eyes and lets her head fall forward to his shoulder. "I'll make sure to never make you feel like that again, Gauri. I promise."

Gauri melts in his hands. The assurance is everything she needs.

Even if Maa did make her understand why their rooms must be separated now, even if Bahu didn't speak up, even if Bhalla took Bahu away at the time of dinner to talk. Gauri knows he will choose her. Bahu will never break his promises and a promise of love from him is all she needs.

"I do not forgive you, brother," she tells him,"But I will thank you for never letting this happen again." He embraces her fully and the tightening of his arms lets her know that he knows what she's thinking.

She has to beg for promises of love from her own brother, has to have a tantrum for him to choose her, has to thank him for giving her scraps of love.

If he doesn't love her, who will?

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[how-to-be-a-tree]

Arthdal chronicles S1E01 (2019)

Bahubali : The beginning (2015)

[voidsteffy]

Hi! Loved your SSR Villain and MB response!

Here's the final question for you to answer (+ a request for a fanfic for you to add to your list)

Q) If, hypothetically, SSR were to announce an entire DVD boxset with ALL of his movies in 4K Ultra HD and also w/ English subs, with extra material featured such as bloopers, behind the scenes, deleted scenes, Director's Commentary, interviews, etc ..... would you buy it?

For the fanfic request, it was originally a request I sent for @fangirlshrewt97, but because she hasn't watched all of SSR'S movies (only RRR and the Bahubali movies), I thought I'd request it to you instead since you have actually seen his entire filmography. So here it goes!

The request fanfic is called "SSR'S Bewildering Birthday Bonanza" and is about all of Jakanna's characters from all his movies trying to hold a suprise birthday party for their Jakanna, but shenanigans begin and chaos starts! I'd love you to do this fanfic, or at least get inspired by it! Thanks!

answer for the first question:

I wouldn't buy the dvd set because dvd players have gone extinct for the past five years. But if there was any useable version of this, then I would buy it! I love the creative process of making a movie and the passion behind it more than anything so HELL YEAH SIGN ME UP!

also, I will get working on the fanfic request and post it when my test schedule opens up some time pockets for me💗