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-
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Arjun and Krishna
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Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Red and gold and orange, he often said they looked more like sunset than fire that poets called them.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. They grew in Dwarka by bunches. Against the green and brown of trees, they looked like waterfalls of the furnace, he said.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He had planted his first plant of palash in the palace of Dwarka, he had watered it everyday after his sword practice.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He fought ferociously against his grandfather, Vasudev, when he wanted to tear down his palash tree for the renovation of the palace.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He hid in the branches of his palash tree when he ran from his mother. He stepped on his uncle, Krishna, and reached those heights with loud laughs. He watched his mother run around the tree as he hid.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He wrapped them in leaves and took them to his father every time he was allowed to visit him. Arjun wore them in his hair proudly, said the flowers matched his ascetic clothes.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. When he was married, everyone who had seen him grow threw palash flowers on his head. He laughed when his aunt Revati claimed she specially ordered the flowers from Vidharbh for him, he knew she could possibly do it just for the ostentatious idea.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Uttara wore the same colour as them the next day of their marriage. His aunt Rukmini and Elder mother Draupadi teased him red for it.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. His uncle Balram gave him a new bow for the upcoming war. It had palash flowers carved at all seven joints.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers.
His pyre burnt the same colour as them.
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1. Arjun and Krishna
2. Achilles and Thetis
No-context parallels ☠️ (Achilles and Arjun are such moods I-)
BONUS
Me everytime I face a minor inconvenience.
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Help me, I need sleep and here I am
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So I did a thing
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arjun wins draupadi's hand
very inspired by arjun the warrior prince, a fantastic movie with even better songs
sanghis or bjp supporters do not fucking interact
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An accurate summary of Mahabharat:
Everyone: Arjun, no!
Krishna: Arjun, yes!
Link to original post here.
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Balram: You follow no rules. You're a loose cannon, Kanha.
Krishna: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but not loose.😏
Arjun: I think he plays by his own rules.
Subhadra: He thinks rules were made to be broken.
Balram: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.🤷♂️
Krishna: No, I'm very precise in hitting my targets. Bheem is a loose cannon.
Bheem: *crashes through a door* Who called my name?
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Welcome to the next phase of the Cortes Legacy~ We are diving in to Sorella's young adult years, and it should be an exciting time. I used to do a lot more cutting between different households, and I decided that it makes sense to do that again. So lets establish the 3 main households for this section :) (might pepper in more later down the line tho!)
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San Myshuno: Sorella and her roommates, Envy, Simon, and Cesar. They all are attending the SMPA. Envy for music, Simon for screenwriting, and Sorella and Cesar both are there for acting. The apartment is a hot spot for parties, Envy requires it! Sorella has a job as a waitress at a local pub/grille. Between work and classes she keeps very busy. She does have a special someone that she is seeing. 👀
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Britechester*, Henford-On-Bagley**: Summer is gearing up for med school! She's incredibly busy playing catch up after her gap year- but she has her sights set on becoming an OBGYN. Living so far away from home does have it's downsides, but she's found good friends in her roommate London, and classmate Arjun. She and Graham broke up before she left for Britechester, and she recently started seeing Henford local Greyson Shaw.
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Brindleton Bay: A house of tension and resentment. Little Juliana doesn't really understand it, as her parents both love her! But each other? Well that's a complicated story. Gemma is a stay-at-home Mom and Matty is working his way up at his parent's company. It's tough going, but Matty at least still has his high school friend Otis in the area.
So let's see where all this goes 🤸♀️
*Britechester as a university is separate from Foxbury as a uni. Cool? Cool.
**Henford on Bagley is like... the England to San Myshuno's New York in terms of geography. If I ever manage to finish that legacy map you'll understand. But worth noting that any Henford local [like greyson and london] have accents! You pick which accents!!!
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Arjuniya - 🪷🤍
“when Arjuna plunged into the water of the lake, which was tinged with the pollen dropped from white lotuses, lotuses opening on moonrise, (other) lotuses and red and blue lotuses, and which was agreeably perfumed with honey-drops, which was shaken by the notes of corpulent swans, whose four banks were decked with jewels, which had ripples due to gentle breezes, she vanished just there. The charmingly smiling one got up and on seeing around, was confused. He instantly saw himself (to be turned into) a wonderful, excellent lady,
who had a slim, fair, charming body like the rays of pure gold, whose age was that of a sparkling youth, whose face resembled the autumnal moon, whose hair was very dark, curly, glossy and shining with jewels, whose curls of hair on the plate (-like forehead) were brightened up due to the rays from the mark of red lead, who had vanquished Cupid’s bow due to the knittings of the creeper-like eyebrows being manifest, whose wagtail-like eyes were dark like clouds and sportive,
whose round cheeks were sparkling due to the bright lustre of the jewelled ear-rings, whose wonderful creeper-like arms were delicate like lotus-stalks, whose sprout-like hands took away all the beauty of autumnal lotuses, who had put on a waist-band made of gold and arranged cleverly, whose hips were shining with jingling girdles, whose beautiful place of hips was covered with a shining garment, whose lotus-like feet were very charming due to the jingling jewelled anklets, who possessed the skill in the various arts of love being manifested, who was endowed with all (good) characteristics,
who was adorned with all ornaments. Due to the illusion of (i.e. created by) the lover of the cowherdesses he forgot whatever belonged to his former body; and after that, being very much astonished, stood there, not knowing what to do.”
- Padma Purana, 61b-74a
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Krishna: *elopes with Rukmini*
Subhadra: *elopes with Arjun*
Balarama: be a big brother, they said. It will be fun, they said.
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"You're my god." Said Kans, looking at the pregnant belly of his sister, looking at the future that was predicted to kill him. How bad must the child be, if it had the potential of killing him. A murderer. A god.
"You're my god." Whispered Vasudev as he kissed the forehead of an infant, who was covered in blood from his mother's womb still and yet smiled prettily at his father. He had saved him from rain and flood. A rescuer. A god.
"You're my god." Said Yashoda, cradling him in her arms, laughing and kissing his dusky cheeks. She held him close to her chest and somehow, she felt her heart align with every giggle he let out. An enchanter. A god.
"You're my god." Said Nand, as he ruffled his son's hair that curled in ringlets that shined even in darkness. Yashoda had told him of their son's miracles. Universe in his mouth. Somehow, beyond his love for her, Nand believed her. His played with his fingers. A hope. A god.
"You're my god." Said Radha, laughing as he bowed in front of her with flowers of different colours and scents. Tears dried whenever he appeared. She flourished with him, her becoming simply more. A flash of mischievous smiles, and she was his. A melody. A god.
"You're my god." Said Ugrasen. Bones and frail flesh scarring, hands shaking as he was held. Dusky and smooth skin contrasted every silver scar he had and blood returned to his fingers once more. He stained his grandson's yellow clothes with his blood. A healer. A god.
"You're my god." Smiled Rukmini, an open secret between the two of them, eyes shining with love that none could see but him. His hands held her feet and helped her up. He led her, homeward bound once more. Home wasn't a palace, home was at his side. A love. A god.
"You're my god." Said Sudama, tears glistening in his eyes as he gazed at the shredded skin of his friend's feet. Blood that rewrote everything that Sudama ever had been, blood that bled when words failed. A shelter. A god.
"You're my god." Said Arjun, meeting a cousin he never wished to part from, recently married and aching raw. Morals broken, vow forsaken. A hand held him up, a shoulder to lean on. A saviour. A god.
"You're my god." Said Yudhisthir as he knelt before a throne of his own, blood on his hands of those who lived before him. Blood stained hands washed the feet of the man who was the reason the throne was built. A kingmaker. A god.
"You're my god." Draupadi sobbed in his arms, bruises littering her face and arms, lip burst and forehead cut. At his feet, reverently cursing all and blessing him all the same. Lonely, inviting death with every word. A protector. A god.
"You're my god." Gandhari wailed, an accusation on her lips and tears coming to her throat. Blood dripped down her knuckles from where she had hit him fruitlessly. Her words, punctured and breaths shallow, all but dead. A killer. A god.
"You're my god." Balram tells him, calm and serene. So unlike everything they saw in their mortal lives. His clothes suffocate his skin almost beautifully and the sunset is something to watch. He's not watched the sunset since he was six, he thinks. He's not properly felt the sunset in this lifetime.
He smiles at his younger brother. The brother he was supposed to protect. The accusations still make ugly scars on his skin and Balram wants to accuse them all back for a moment. They never knew his god. None of them, except his Mata, knew his god. So serene, so calm, so wise, so innocent. His god is everything and anything and nothing at once.
They don't know what godhood is.
And as Balram leaves his body to return to his abode once more, he wishes they knew better. He wishes they didn't claim to know godhood or his god.
He waits to be reunited with his god and goddess again.
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Arjun: Can you take those curls off your face so I can see your big beautiful eyes?
Krishna: Take that crown off and give the world a void of that forehead.
Draupadi: *dying*
Arjun: *wheezing*
Krishna: *proud face*
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Last one I promise
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