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veteran-fanperson · 2 years

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Sandalwood and Steel

I fell into a rabbit hole, I really did. Here is the (first ever, I think) Chari (Tarak in Adhurs) and Kala Bhairava (Charan in Magadheera) fic. I do have a real plot shaping up in my mind for this so I hope you enjoy the ride.

Let's get some notes out of the way. The story is set in ancient times, in the Magadheera verse, after Bhairava rejects Mithravinda's hand in marriage. There will some period typical sexism. Not beta read.

If someone wants to be on a taglist or something I'd be happy to make one.

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“The young princess must do a Gowri vrata if she is to find a noble, handsome and brave husband, one who will rule the kingdom well and look after our people,” the chief priest advised King Vikram Singh, poring over the calculations he had just made. “I am aware of that ill omened challenge and it’s embarrassing consequences - however -”

“Yes she must marry soon.” The King responded heavily, his eyes on the peacock feather quill in the priest’s hand. Even now, ten days after, his daughter remained sequestered in her apartments, not admitting anyone inside, not eating, not sleeping, not crying. He had done this to her, to his golden little girl, unable to watch her wear widow’s white. He had watched her be humiliated in court by a mere soldier, one who should have been honoured to receive her hand in marriage. A brave and good man no doubt, but there was no fighting fate.

As the days stretched and Mithravinda’s apartments remained closed, rumours began to spread in Udaigarh. ‘The Princess has committed suicide’, insisted some, gossiping over tea. ‘No, our king must have sent her way to hide her shame. Did you see the way she walked that day? She was hoping to marry that young man before her condition was known to all, but he rejected her. Perhaps he isn’t the father either’ insinuated others, winking knowingly at each other.

Yes his daughter had to marry. And marry well, marry a prince of breeding and wealth, and good looks enough to shut the mouths of the naysayers. He had already broken her heart once, without her knowledge. Now it was time to break it openly, hoping that at the end of it all, when he was dead and gone, his beloved kingdom and daughter would both be safe and flourishing.

“Tell me what arrangements I must make,” he said to the priest, weary at heart, “I will do as you advise.”

“There is a young man, one of my disciples. His devotion and ritualistic purity is strong. I will ask him to help the Princess perform the vrata,” the head priest replied calmly. “Do not worry Maharaja. Trust in the Devi. All will be well”

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“Bhairava,” the King said gently, “I need you to escort someone for me.”

“Yes Maharaja.” The young man nodded, his hair shrouding his eyes as he leaned forward into a bow. They were in the King’s private morning room, where few people were ever allowed to enter. Koels cooed busily outside, and a fresh cooling wind blew in through a nearby window, bringing with it the rich smell of wet earth.

“Every Friday for the next twenty five weeks, a young Brahmin will present himself at the palace gates one hour before dawn breaks,” the King said, “You will take him inside the Princess's apartments, into her pooja room. You will watch over the worship, then escort him safely back to the gates. Take care that no one disturbs the ritual. The kingdom’s future depends on it.”

Kala Bhairava assented, unable to hide his surprise. The palace was perfectly well protected, what was the need to walk a Brahmin across its premises? And besides the Princess -

Walking into her apartments -

“Maharaja. Forgive me - but I train my soldiers and run formations on Thursdays and Fridays. Perhaps someone else -”

“No.” The King answered simply, “It has to be you.” His voice was gentle, but the stelly tone underneath indicated that the matter was not up for negotiation.

There was a pause as Bhairava struggled to school his features into blank obedience once more.

“You may leave now. Be careful Bhairava. Take care that you reveal this to none.”

“Very well Maharaja.” Bhairava bowed and exited, his carriage upright, his hands gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.

King Vikram Singh watched the handsome young man depart, a sigh escaping him now that no one was around to hear it. It had to be Bhairava who performed this quest, unnecessary as it was. He needed the doubting courtiers to see that the wager to win the Princess’s hand had been nothing more than a manoeuvre to exile the swine who dared to insult her, that Princess Mithravinda of Udaigarh was still a pure young damsel, ready to be married to a worthy Prince.

He had visited his daughter the previous night, commanding her to perform the twenty five week vrata with single minded devotion. She had made no reply at first, her beautiful face haggard with grief.

“What will it get me father? Will it bring me the man I love? Will it make him love me?” Her voice had been weak, its brokenness burning him. Yet he dared not show any compassion, feeling like the worst of hypocrites.

“Your duty is to the kingdom Mithravinda,” he had snapped, “You are a royal princess and you have been exposed to vile gossip enough. This land has birthed you and raised you, you are responsible for all of its citizens. I am sorry that you could not get what you wished very much, but there is more to life than mere romance. It is unseemly to run after a man who has very clearly indicated that even the temptation of the throne will not move him enough to wed you.”

Mithravinda had not looked away from his face while he spoke, her eyes dry and tearless, her cheeks wan and pale.

“Our people need you to rule wisely alongside your future husband, it needs you to birth brave and compassionate heirs to protect this land. You have grown up in the lap of luxury thanks to this land’s bounty, now it is time to pay it back.”

Despite all the pain in his heart, he was proud of her courage and her refusal to shed tears.

“I will do what you ask father,” she had said eventually. “I know my duty.”

“I am growing old, my child,” he confessed as he left her, “I cannot be at peace until I know that my duty is done.”

She had said nothing in return.

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Bhairva could not sleep on Thursday night, watching the moon rise gently into the heavens, showering its light on the quiet grounds of the palace. The Princess’s broken and shocked eyes haunted him, robbing him of all peace of mind. The King was quite right to have forbidden the marriage, knowing the family he came from. Udaigarh needed its royal couple to live long and fruitful lives. He regretted ever encouraging the Princess’s affections, ever letting her believe there was any hope.

The shrill whistle of the night watchman interrupted his thoughts and he jumped up noiselessly. It was almost an hour before daybreak, time to meet the Brahmin. As he strode quietly towards one of the side gates, he wondered again about the need for this escort.

“It is me, open the gate.” He called to the gatekeeper, and the man nodded briefly before pulling out a large key and fitting it into the lion shaped keyhole.

A young man stood on the other side, his clothes bright while in the moonlight, his hands holding a small bundle. Bhairava noted that the Brahmin was as tall as him, with broad shoulders and large hands. His eyes sparkled when he caught sight of Bhairava behind the door.

“You took long enough to arrive!” called the man loudly, “Now take me to your Princess in fifteen minutes, before the durmuhurtham arrives.”

He strode past the astonished gatekeeper and Bhairava, his tuft of hair bouncing as he walked. After a couple of steps he turned around and stared balefully at the frozen Bhairava. “You! Soldier boy! What are you doing, grazing donkeys? Didn’t you hear what I said?”

Bhairava felt a sudden irritation, fingers itching for his sword. Who did this man think he was anyway? But whatever he felt had to wait, because the Brahmin was already walking ahead, his steps fast and purposeful.

“Hey! Brahmin! Stop!” He runs to catch up, “Where do you think you’re going? It’s the other way!”

“Well you were busy acting like a scarecrow and I had to get going so…” The Brahmin trailed off, his eyes amused as they roved over Bhairava. “Although with that very lovely face I cannot really call you a scarecrow.”

Bhairava choked as the Brahmin continued to look at him in frank admiration. “Strong wrists, strong legs, and a straight back, you must be very good with that sword! And do not address me so rudely as Brahmin, handsome one. My name is Narasimhachari - but you may address me as Chari.”

“I’m not -” Bhairava stammered, feeling completely off balance.

“Not what?” Chari asked kindly, his eyes sparkling. “Not handsome?”

“No, I mean -” Bhairava chokes back an exasperated scream. “My name is Bhairava. Kala Bhairava.”

“Kala Bhairava” enunciates Chari, his eyebrows raised. “A fine name for a fine soldier. The name of Shiva, the destroyer, the one who devours time itself.” He smiles widely at Bhairava. “Shiva and Vishnu. We ought to get along splendidly together. Come come Bhairava, our time’s ticking.”

He breezes past, and Bhairava falls into an easy pace beside the other, his irritation all but gone.

He doesn’t know what to think.

#Chari #Kala Bhairava #CharixKala Bhairava #Magadheera #Adhurs #Mithravinda #charak

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your-local-uwu-artist · 10 months

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Also 🍝 and ☕️ for Chari, and 🎶 for Cassette if you don't mind!! Their story sounds so cuuuteeeee ouo

litterally never mind an excuse to share stuff bout my ocs nfsjkfasd

🍝baked goods and breakfast foods, like she implemented the cafe part of her establishment for a reason fnsdja

☕️her favorite is chai lattes, both of the vanilla and spiced variety, hot or cold depending on the season and time of day (cold for summer and spring, hot for winter and fall, cold in the afternoon, hot for early mornings and evenings)

🎶given cassettes purpose to be a fanatic-robot w/ an ever growing fandom database it's music taste reflects that. It is worth noting that They're sticking to more weeb-adjacent and animated fandoms, so no superwholock or ya novels fjsndka. Cassette enjoys osts of videogames and animated media, songs that were used for animation memes, jack Stauber, songs that are SUPER common for animatics. and ofc vocaloid >:DD. He was quick to favor vocaloid and vocaloid adjacent music. As a robot meant to encourage creativity their able to sorta 'relate' to vocaloid as a concept, and she likes the robotic edge to the voices which makes them feel like it could sing so nicely too! ~

#cassette #chari #yumehocshi #Im so happy the concept could spark interest <3 #its def one of the projects of mine that like actually has a higher likely hood of being seen through~#kyuchat

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alpha-bread · 2 years

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Attack on drinkingskills on dA!

Wen the story’s prologue is an apocalypse

(Not me taking several weeks to post art fight attacks here whoop s)

#art fight #artfight #this bad boy can fit so much oc lore #others' ocs #oc tag #art tag #veridae #chari #gelio #ilios #rose #tharros #aima #aloifi #fysi #the sorting tags are gonna be a mess on the art blog smh

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cryptids-lobelia-garden · 2 years

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Whumpmas in July Day 3: Lost

Chari was still sobbing.

Arlo wasn’t doing much better. It thought they were safe, it thought they would all get out okay.

It hadn’t planned for their newborn to be ripped right out of their arms.

It wanted to comfort her, wanted to tell her they would be able to get their child back.

But it fell silent when it met her eyes.

She would know it was lying.

And right now, it had more pressing matters to worry about. Like where they were.

It had been years since Arlo had been captured, it didn’t remember where to find its pack. And Chari had never been out of the village, she wouldn’t know where to go. They had to get away fast, Arlo could hear people searching for them a little farther back in the forest.

It didn’t know where they could get away to.

Arlo hissed quietly as a root started waving in the air, adjusting its grip on Chari and climbing into the trees, running through the branches.

Even though she was a third of its size, she was heavy enough and Arlo was hurt enough that it wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. It would need to find a better way to move the two of them quickly. Chari couldn’t run or do anything strenuous until she healed from the birth, but it was already losing its breath, its arms were shaking, and it was struggling to jump and land correctly in the branches.

It went back to the ground when it decided going through the canopy wasn’t the best idea at the moment.

“..How far have they chased us?” Chari asked.

“Too far. I don’t know where we are- I know how to get back but that isn’t an option,” Arlo hissed, glancing back- then yelping as it tripped over a root, hissing in pain as an ache that had gone away a week ago came back to their ankle, throbbing.

“Put me down, I can walk-”

“They had to sew you back up after you.. Well- You aren’t walking, I don’t want you ripping anything I can’t fix.”

“But you’re hurt!”

“It doesn’t matter, if you die I’m never going to forgive myself.” Gritting its teeth, Arlo kept walking.

I grew up here. I should know how to navigate.

But I don’t remember where home is. I need to remember where home is.

It heard a river. Ears swiveled back, most of the warriors had either given up or fallen behind. It followed the river.

..If I remember right, there was this river and a clearing, and then home was nearby. But.. I don’t remember where to go from the clearing.

“..Do you know where you’re going?”

“Sort of. I don’t remember where home is, but I think, at the very least, where I’m going will be close enough that someone will find us. The warrior that’s still following us isn’t coming right at us, they probably won’t find us first.”

Chari nodded, rubbing at her eyes. “..We need to go back.”

Arlo felt its heart clench at the pain in her voice, and at the reality of the situation. “..We can’t. You’ll probably be killed. And I might be, too. The cub is probably going to be under much higher security. We won’t be able to get near. We can try in a month or two, when they’ve calmed down. If we rush it, we’ll die.”

Chari let out a shaky sigh. “..You’re right. ..When will your pack come find us?”

“Sometime in the night, someone will come through here. Territory border patrol. They can bring us home.”

“What if they attack us?”

Arlo tensed. “..They.. They won’t. And if they do, you use vines to defend yourself while I work it out.”

“..Okay.” She sighed. “What if they moved?”

“..we’ll figure it out.”

They got to the clearing. Setting her down, Arlo closed its eyes and listened.

The warriors were all far away now. Probably going back home, actually. It couldn’t hear anything else threatening.

“..I was going to name them Rikka,” Chari whispered.

And that’s when the weight of the loss crashed down on Arlo. It only got a glimpse of the tiny cub in Chari’s arms, too small to be a forest beast but too big to be a kit. Their little hybrid, their one-of-a-kind baby, who was stuck in the thorn king’s hands, far away.

Arlo had thought maybe it would end up stuck, left behind, and Chari and the cub could’ve escaped. Or maybe the escape attempt would fail and Arlo would be killed, and Chari would still be with the child, able to try again when she was stronger.

It never thought they would be together, but separated from their cub.

It never thought Chari would lose the child she worked so hard to have.

Little Rikka, gone for what could be forever.

Arlo fell back against the nearest tree, a weight on its shoulders and a lump in its throat.

It hadn’t cried for a long time- last time it remembered was in the first weeks of its capture, when it had realized it would probably never be able to escape, would never be able to run through the forest with its pack again. It had promised itself after that day that it would take everything quietly, and not cry, because crying would bring its torturers satisfaction they didn’t deserve.

That promise was forgotten. Tears tracked dark lines through its fur, falling to the moss-covered floor. It wished, more than anything, that it could’ve prevented this, could’ve gotten Chari and the cub out safe.

Chari sniffed, rubbing at her eyes again- she was trying not to cry.

Pulling Chari into a hug, it let out a quiet wail for the child they might never get to see, never get to watch grow and learn, never get to love.

Before the cub, it had been ready to sacrifice everything to get out and come home.

Now, it wished more than anything that it could go back, if only to see little Rikka one last time, to send them home with Chari. It wished more than anything to switch places with their cub.

Because it knew Rikka would be missed so much more than it would be. It knew its pack was probably long past grieving it, and it knew Chari would have been okay without it, would have been okay raising their cub. And it knew it would have been okay knowing she and Rikka were safe and free.

Everything the two of them had worked for, cried for, bled for, was lost in a moment.

And Arlo was lost in the despair.

#whumpmas in july #Charlo #Chari #Arlo #completely nonhuman whumpee #they’re basically magic furries if anyone wants to know what they look like #Land Among the Trees universe #nonhuman whumpee #child loss #tw child loss #tw kidnapping #kidnapping #Cryptid Writes

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charidoggo · 3 months

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art by sdt_x5 (Twitter)

#chari #raph #hearts of hell

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brado200 · 3 months

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Can’t get enough of her

#grace charis #golf girls

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azenzeph · 1 year

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April 2023 Ko-Fi Request~

Aine & Sm0l Chisk requested by Hattie Chari requested by @cabbidachi

#Aine #chari #my art #ko-fi request

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luxshine · 2 months

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Still on my nagas for Tollywood, this are Chari (Adhurs) and Siddah (Achayra). Chari is very easy to trigger into rants, while Siddah is chill as hell. As when he's listening to his boyfriend sceam about how humans are NOT allowed in the Naga forest despite having secured Siddah in his coils because... No way he's letting Siddah go!

#Calico Chimera #Luxshine Art #Fanart #Tollywood #RRR adjacents #RRR #Tollywood fanart #Chari #Siddah #Adhurs #Achayra #Nagas #Naga!Tarak #Human Charan

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pokingpokies · 2 months

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Grace Charis

#grace charis #simpoid

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kat-eleven · 10 months

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I'm a little bit obsessed with Grace Charis. I just had to make gifs from this amazing clip.

#grace charis #gifset #golf influencer

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your-local-uwu-artist · 1 year

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Spsp free ticket to brainrot ramble

Do it

Ramble bout the rot

OMIIGOODNESS NFSDJKFNDSK :ooooooo

random rambles and oc infodump under the cut~

1.thinking about king dedede and his super fucking fluffy robe and drawing him in fancier robes nfkalsdf i think im getting better at drawing him which im really happy about!!

2.MAGOLOR

oh my gosh i really want to animate him sometime and just like my lord he is such a silly little guy and just a great character and idk ii just ijsutsuf asnjdkfnalskfj if i do as much as think about the magolor epilougue i get emotional cause HE IS A SOGGY CATBOY I CANT NDKFJNSDKFDS fdfasdj im thinking of animating him to a clip of regret message (the vocaloid song, part of the daughter of evil arc of the evilious chronicles~)

3.this one manga/webcomic idea

bassically its about this like, videogame/anime/cartoons/generalweebness/etc/shop/cafe/library

like you can get pastires or snacks and drinks and hang out there and play videogames or read manga and watch anime, and they also sell merchandise related to those

and the shop owner is this girl right here!

her name is chari (pronouned like cherry)

she's very shy and she opened the shop to be somewhere people can hang out, make friends, and feel like they can be themselves, however Chari didn't trust herself to convey the welcoming positive energy that she wanted, nor handle talking to visitors, so she built a robot to help her: this robot is casette!

cassettes purpose is to keep up the welcoming positive aura of the shop and assist visitors, this includes her gigantic database on information related to varius media as well as fandom culture, they can find anything at the shop in seconds, recomend visitors new games/anime/etc, and her database is updated frequently, she also has a visitor database, where she can store information on everyone's preferences and behaviors, their very much a learning ai, so essentially Cassette's experiences will build onto his personality as well as knowledge, Cassette's base personality was developed by picking traits that would be required for her job (passionate, friendly, optimistic etc) than having like, a pool of other traits that are common for the shops target audiences to have and randomizing some to be selected as part of his base personality

bassically the story is just slice of life focused on fandom culture, i guess like overcoming shyness/social anxiety?? like making friends and surronding yourself in a positive and healthy enviorment, with cassette learning more from their expieriances helping visitors and evvuentually kinda helping for chari to build up her confidence, (which was outside of cassettes initial purpose)

and the shop exists in this weird dimension so visitors come from many different worlds and planets,

i dont know what id call it yet but itd be in comic format with a manga inspired art style~

heres some characters that will be visitors of the shop

and also more chari art

anyway~ thanks to anybody that read all this :DDDDD ndfkasj feel free to share what your brainrotting over rn in the replies/notes/etc

#kyuchat #yumehocshi #cassette #chari

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