#krishna and i

[hum-suffer]

I relate to Arjun so much (I need Krishna to come down and whack me over the head and yell at me to do my kartavya too)

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

FIRST CANVAS PAINTING OF 2024!! prettu prettu kanhu

(also yea try to find my initials lol,, easily dikh jaayenge but uh huh)

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These are sooo pretty<333

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Arjun: *clenching his fists* Fight me!

Krishna, standing behind him, sudarshan chakra in hand: *mouthes* Do not.

[stxrrynxghts]

Arjun: you call yourself soul mate, but where were you when my meme had only 4 likes?

Krishna: making four accounts, bro

Arjun, tearing up: bro-

[kanhapriya]

Krishna to Arjun

[orgasming-caterpillar]

How old were you when you realised that Vishnu's Dashavataras represent the evolution of mankind

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[bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari]

Pic credit : instagram

My 'shastra uthao Parth' moment

[hum-suffer]

Where is Krishna can I lay my head in his lap and get a head massage?

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

Little kanhu I found in one of my old sketchbooks🥹

[stardustkrishnaverse]

kanhu: i'm going as you for Halloween

arjuna: awww 🥰🥰 hssdkdjsjs wth i don't deserve this stawp-

kanhu: *comes out in a clown costume*

[ramayantika]

Tumblr gopis assemble here please!

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Me: I read Mahabharata for the plot.

The plot:

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Abhimanyu had ruined things.

Again.

Just like every single day.

WHY WAS HE LIKE THIS?

This was a question which he and many people around him asked frequently. This time, his victim was a beautiful angavastra, which was very dear to Balarama Mama for some unknown reasons. Abhimanyu was practicing archery, as usual. And his target had been the angavastra, unfortunately.

Now, Balarama was screeching at the top of his lungs. Like a brave boy, Abhimanyu ran to hide in some secluded corner of the palace. Perhaps there was still some time left for him to run away. Maybe he could join his father in his exile-

"This is extremely delicious." A very familiar voice speaks from behind him. "Honestly, this reminds me of the time I was a young boy."

And as Abhimanyu had expected, Krishna Mama is miraculously sitting right next to him, his hand stuffed inside a pot of maakhan, with some of it smeared on his face.

"Mama!" He cries out in relief. "You are the only one who can save me now!"

"Oh?" Krishna says, in surprise. "Is that so?"

Abhimanyu resists the strong urge to scoff. As if he doesn't know what has happened. At that exact moment, Balaram roars in anger upstairs.

"I ruined his clothes." Abhimanyu decides to explain. "Please save me just this once."

"Ah, my dear nephew." Krishna slaps his maakhan coated palm on Abhimanyu's back. "I will always save you, except for that one time- Ahem. So, where were we?"

"You were saying something about saving me from the mess I have created." Abhimanyu says, even if Krishna hasn't voiced it out yet. He doesn't need to, Abhimanyu understands it without him even saying it.

"Now, Dau has always been like this since we were children. It is normal." Krishna explains. "Open your mouth."

Abhimanyu does so, only to find Krishna feeding him maakhan. Krishna is notorious for not sharing his maakhan with anyone. It makes him feel very special, indeed.

"Run ahead, I know how to convince him!" Krishna urges, and Abhimanyu runs to the women's palace.

Just like always, Krishna Mama has saved him. And he will continue to do it, right?

...

As his bow was chopped into pieces, his charioteer and horses were killed, as his sword fell from his hands and the chariot wheel was destroyed, as Abhimanyu picked up the mace and fell down, in a faint, as his skull was smashed, he realized that this time, just this once, Krishna Mama wouldn't come to save him.

[kanhapriya]

Whatever this is