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heyifinallyhaveablog · 5 years

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For @ratnas-musings : Hope you like the GIF-s! :D

For the @teambaahubali Summertime Challenge

Fortnight Two (Bhumi): Meta 2: Naadaswaram Scene.(Baahubali: The Conclusion)

Amidst a plethora of scenes (read: the entire movie), this is yet another scene that stands out, both script-wise, and cinematography-wise. Script-wise, because, this sequence of celebration heralding a new life, actually precedes a tragedy that marks the end of one taken as a father figure in the land of Maahishmati.

And cinematography-wise, well... here’s another hair-splitting.

1. The tone of the scene: The sequence marks a celebration, where Amarendra and Devasena eagerly anticipate their soon-to-arrive baby. Set designer Sabu Cyril accordingly sets the ambience with a lot of warm tones, mainly red and gold, yet again, as both the colours mark a celebration as well. It is also noteworthy that in such scenes, the gold is given greater preference over the warm-red, since this is supposed to be a very bright scene, as opposed to the previous meta I’d done which was supposed to be a grim scene, emphasising the antagonist’s anger. Now, I know this is supposed to be based on cinematographic factors, but in such period films, like Baahubali, Devdas, etc, there’s seldom a point in cinematography, that doesn’t contribute to the furtherance of the script. The movies that leave it to cinematography to do the heavy lifting, actually do not leave significant cinematic impression, examples of which abound.

The hues, and tones used here, are bright and mild, as opposed to scalding, and scorching, to actually denote a celebration.

2. The lighting: Bright, warm lights, coupled with a simplistic, but majestic decor do the trick here. The viewer might as well note that the sequence takes place in an open area, as opposed to a grand palace, where nature plays the most part in decoration. The supplements come in the form of a blazing fire, bursting out in the background, as Amarendra, (a delight-to-behold Prabhaas), begins playing the instrument, the flowers showered aplenty at the end, et al. These, in turn further accentuate the mood of the sequence, making it resonate with the viewers here.

3. The camera angles: As opposed to many other sequences, the camera here has a wider scope of focus. This time, -again, in furtherance of the script- the camera takes into account the crowd, in keeping with the theme of inclusion intended to be magnified here. While it does focus on AmarSena (an ethereally beautiful Anushka as Devasena), it does so in conjunction with the crowd that loves and adores them both on and off camera.

#team baahubali #prabhas #anushka shetty #tollywood #Baahubali #Amarendra Baahubali #Devasena #AmarSena #team kuntala #meta #ugh seriously #done DONE! DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ugh these are fun but really difficult to write!#like really #plus this gifset actually doth suck #I hope Ratna likes it.#:(

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ambidextrousarcher · 5 years

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For @avani008.

Filling the request for the Baahubali Alphabet Challenge- D for Devasena, romantic relationship: Amarendra/Devasena- Words left unsaid.

Accompanying fic to the edit-

In the 25 years of hell that Bhalla had visited on Devasena, everyone said that she remained strong, unshaken. Devasena alone knew how much she had shaken, still shook. Yes, she had never lost hope that Mahendra would come back, that she would get her justice. But she had to work hard to keep a hold on her sanity.

Baahu had helped her then. Even though he wasn't physically present, she tried to keep him alive her spirit, her heart. However hard she tried, her memories of her Baahu, her Veera were turning slippery, elusive, losing themselves day by day.

Until then. Kattappa Maama's voice weaved their story in words and the memories came rushing back to Devasena. Baahu's inept acting, his steadfast courage at the first sign of adversity. Him holding her hands for the first time. Going together to Mahishmati. The Queen Mother's anger. Baahu staying by her side inspite of his mother's ire.

Maama kept speaking, and, unbidden, the montage of their marriage came to the forefront of Devasena's mind. Baahu staring into her eyes, the love he held for her clearly reflected on his face. Had they ever said "I love you" to each other? Devasena did not remember. But she did remember entwining her fingers in his, thinking 'I am his and he is mine'.

The memories kept coming. Baahu's silent grief at his family's continued rebuffs, grief that he always smothered with a smile, but was apparent to her nonetheless. The Queen Mother's simmering anger. The incident at the temple. Baahu alone believing in her innocence. Her own harsh and thoughtless words. The exile.

Baahu was not a man of many words, but they hardly needed any to understand each other. She could read the forlorn, lost expression on his face when he stared at the edifice of the palace, where his mother was. She had offered her silent sympathy and comfort, and, for him, that was enough.

She remembered the joy on his when he'd finally felt Mahendra moving, the exultant music he had played. The evenings spent in the sun's shadows. The last, silent goodbye kiss on her forehead. She remembered her Veera, her husband. Amarendra Baahubali.

Without her realizing, Devasena's eyes had closed. She opened them, and, for a moment, she saw her husband. The light shifted then, and Baahu's ghost became Mahendra once more.

Devasena smiled nonetheless. She had her husband where he belonged. In her heart, in her soul. She had her memories back, their words, both said and unsaid. She could begin healing now.

Also available on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18785452/chapters/44730481

#baahubali alphabet fic challenge #d for devasena #amarendra x devasena #amarsena #scribbler scribbles #my fics #linked #my edits #gifts for friends

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carminavulcana · 2 years

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My favorite fic of yours is Silences and Insanities, believe it or not.

I believe you, friend. That story has my heart even now and I hope someday I can complete all the companion works that I began writing for it. Baahubali has an emotional core that is hard to compete with. And Silences and Insanities gave me a way to explore its extremes without having to deal with the trauma of a female character's abuse, which is something I personally cannot deal with.

How are you? I miss the old days...

#baahubali fics #baahubali #silences and insanities #amarsena

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rambheem-is-real · 5 months

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can’t believe i’m posting on this site again and it’s because of another fucking prabhas movie 😭

#used to have a bahubali blog 😭😭#amarsena for life

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obsessedtoafault · 3 years

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Top 5 Amarsena Moments

5. His smile <33

4. Who wouldn’t fall in love with that idiot?

3. He has to protect his bae even though she is very capable of protecting herself

2. No one harms his wife and gets away with it!

1. Their chemistry while fighting together >>

#amarendra baahubali #amarsena #devasena #baahubali 2 #baahubali #bahubali #otp #i love them #i can’t figure out how to get better quality #gif #my gifs #bhallaladeva #sivagami #prabhas #anushka shetty

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fierarain · 5 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena, AmarSena Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Devasena Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff fluff and more fluff, Self indulgence, AmarSena - Freeform Series: Part 2 of Paradise Perfect Summary:

Series of fluffy one-shots featuring our favorite couple in a modern setting

#ummmmm #so im back #sort of??#well im done with all my major commitments at least #and I have no clue whats going on in the fandom #but I wrote a drabble #if any of us are interested :P #baahubali #fiera's work #chapter 3 added #its a drabble really #amarsena #getting my writing groove back #hopefully

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paneerlajwanti · 3 years

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Goki I am falling in love with your Mandalas so can I have an AmarSena Mandala please? Preferably something on the Hamsa Naava theme?

hi omg my life on tumblr has come a full circle

i made quite a few versions because idk didn't feel as comfortable with it but let's see

actually don't feel that great or my designs aren't coming out the way i wanted to so please abort mission kara do

#mandala art #baahubali #bahubalily #amarsena

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mahishmatikathakar · 6 years

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The scene that threatens to give me a myocardial ishq-aemia. <3 Every. Damn. Time. -- Submitted by @mayavanavihariniharini (Shubra)

Admin note: Shubhra is a doctor. That’s the source of her very specific cardiac (!?!) condition.

#baahubali live blog #amarsena #hamsanaava #Baahubali movie marathon #baahubali

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abandonedbloggg1 · 5 years

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Kanna Nee Thoongada, A Baahubali Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Jai Mahishmati

Word Count: 2269

Beneath the merciless sun and surrounded by stone, the Kuntalan delegation felt as though they would cook before the ceremony even began. The gardens and pools scattered across the city provided a reprieve for some, but not for the visiting royals, their seats of honour fully exposed to the belligerent, dusty heat. As Devasena strode forward, the empty throne of Mahishmati coming into view, she could not help but yearn for her waterfalls and rivers, the comfort of home. She became increasingly certain that Mahishmati held nothing favourable to her, and that she would demand a swift return home as soon as she had dealt with Shivdu, or whoever he was.

At least, Devasena thought with pride, she was not invested in the pitiful competition that had emerged among the other delegations. Falling asleep the night before, Vaishnavi had recounted to her the whispers of the Mahishmati handmaids as she stared up at the tent canopy. The Raja of Vijayapuri, they said, had shamelessly boasted of the innumerable virtues his daughters possessed in front of the whole court, as though the show of arrogance would sway Sivagami Devi. The Raja of Trayambaka, they said, had showered the royal family in gifts and tributes, the finest silks, gold and jewels the country had to offer, as though the show of wealth would sway Sivagami Devi. And the most scandalous of all, the Raja of Madhulaipura, they said, had not even responded to the invite, instead Yuvrani Varuni had presented herself before the court, as though the show of boldness would sway Sivagami Devi. As Devasena walked passed them all she could feel their glares in her back, another rival to contend with as they clamoured for the attentions of one man. Well, Devasena thought, they are welcome to him.

Not a moment had passed since Devasena had found her seat beside her brother when a roaring cry broke out amongst the crowd, resounding against the stone buildings until it was thunder - Jai Mahishmati! Jai Mahishmati! Jai Mahishmati! Almost in unison they turned, to see the great Rajamatha Sivagami Devi arrive in all her stately glory. Though silver streaked her hair, a warrior’s strength - a mother’s strength - remained deep in her bones, a dignity that surpassed the touch of years, and despite herself Devasena was in awe. A part of her had wondered, hoped even, that once the regal state in which she had been introduced diminished the Rajamtha would be revealed to be as any other woman. She was wrong. The woman that ascended the platform was nothing if not a queen of queens, second only to the divine - and she knew it.

And then there was a rumble, like a storm brewing, and it was if the air itself chanted and sang for the kingdom. The anthem announcing the presence of Baahubali.

But when the royal chariot passed her, and the king’s face came into view, Devasena saw that it was not Baahubali before her. Baahubali, the great prince, Baahubali, the esteemed warrior, Baahubali the future king, was not the trickster she saw. It was Shivdu arrayed in the finery of kings, it was Shivdu who ascended the steps to the throne, it was Shivdu who was blessed by Sivagami Devi herself. It was for Shivdu the people cried. Baahubali, Baahubali, Baahubali, a chant for a god more than a man, a chant for a king.

Amarendra did not see her, however. He had imagined the moment their eyes met over and over again, ruminating on the exact expression she would wear when he sent her a mischievous grin. Would her beautiful, dark eyes grow wider when she recognised him? Would her lips part ever so slightly, before tightening into that familiar frown? He never found out, of course. The entire spectacle had overwhelmed him, the sunlight glinting off the gold of the crowd and their thunderous clamour seemingly separating him from the world. He had not been able to think of anything else except the pride so evident in the Rajamatha’s eyes as she crowned her Baahu king.

After that, the new king was hurried away, back through the palace halls to prepare for the feast. Cloistered in his chambers, he attempted to regain his bearings, while his mother and Kattappa shone with pride beside him. Amarendra thought he could see all their hopes for the future in their faces, and not for the first time indulged himself in wondering what his future would look like as a king, as a husband, and then his heart gave a leap at the idea of him as a father. Of course, he had to do something very important before any of that might occur… He could not avoid the trickster grin that spread on his face at the thought of the yuvrani’s shock.

“Baahu, king or not, is the same I boy I raised,” Sivagami noted fondly, while Amarendra ducked his head in a bashful attempt to conceal his amusement.

“Your Majesty, I would say that he is the man you raised,” Kattappa suggested, and the Rajamatha laughed.

“Yes, a great man, and a great king, too,” She said, and looked directly into her son’s eyes as she spoke. “You will live in legend, Amarendra Baahubali,” It was as though the very utterance of his name sent ripples in time, solidifying his place in folktale and lore for millennia to come. A name she had given him, when he was parentless and nameless. “Your reign will be long and glorious,” Sivagami would ensure it was so. Her throne may have been built on the blood of her enemies, but Baahu’s would be built on his strength and her toil. It was as it should be.

“And fruitful, too, Amma,” At that, his mother shone, as he knew she would. For months he had been obedient to her and her wishes for him to settle down, but not actively interested in the future she had mapped out for him. Now, well, now Amarendra could see his future clearly.

“You and your children will ensure that Mahishmati prospers for a thousand years,” Kattappa promised him, his face radiant at the prospect, and Baahu felt more elated than ever. His uncle would be a good grandfather for his children, when they came in time.

“You should ready for the feast,” Sivagami directed, her mind moving fast. “All your esteemed guests will be in attendance,” All of your choices for a bride, Baahu understood it to mean.

The Kuntala delegation had intended to arrive at the palace earlier than their international counterparts, but Devasena realised that the banquet was clearly much anticipated when she stepped out of the palanquin to see that all the other royal guests had already been welcomed into the new king’s halls. It did not ease her mood, and so she could hardly be blamed, given the context, for her following actions. For, instead of accepting the blessings and welcomes of the nobility that awaited on the steps, she walked ahead of her congregation and without so much of a thought for majesty and royal propriety marched in through the door as though it were birth right to do so.

The attendants stood dumbfounded at the sides, the officials gaped and the foreign diplomats quickly began to gossip. Of the Kuntala party, Jaya Varma was the only one who recovered in time enough to follow her, so accustomed was he to the unpredictable nature of his sister’s pride. He weaved through the frozen crowd in haste, leaving his queen to salvage the situation in a diplomatic, if panicked, fashion. It seemed, and not for the last time, that Deva was always leaving destruction in her wake after all. Not that she payed any heed to that, storming through the halls the princess had only one goal in mind, and she was determined to achieve it.

“I demand a private audience with His Majesty,” She announced, coming to stand outside what was evidently the king’s quarters. The austere halls leading to it were littered in flowers and other festive ornaments, and they had appeared even more vast as she neared her target, the number of people reducing until it was just her and guards that sent curious looks her way, exchanging confused glances.

As the yuvrani of Kuntala, the daughter of the most venerated ruler the kingdom still held in memory and it’s future queen, Devasena had rarely encountered someone who dared to refuse her. If it was not her status that intimidated them, it was demeanour, the manner of a warrior queen who’s iron will alone meant she could battle anything she encountered and triumph. Never in her life had she been responded to with mockery, therefore the guard’s reply, naturally, took her by surprise.

“So would many other young women, my lady,” He joked, leering at her as he closed the distance between them. “Who are you to make a demand of a king?”

“Yuvrani,” She corrected him coldly. Intimidation had never worked on her, and if he had been a smart man he would have seen the sharp edge in her eyes. “I am Devasena, yuvrani of Kuntala, and I demand an audience with His Majesty,”

“How many more yuvrani shall request the same?” The guard asked, while his companion on the other side of the double doors watched apprehensively. “The shame of it!” He dared to add.

“I am the future queen of Kuntala, not a hopeful bride nor conquest, and you will do as I ask,” She repeated, enraged both by his insinuations and the insubordination. As if she had not already felt humiliated enough by Shivdu’s actions - or whoever he was, this Baahubali.

The raised voice of the princess drew interest from a visitor, who had been sulkily making he was to pay his obediences to the new king. Even in his head, he thought of his brother’s new title with no small amount of bitterness.

“Yuvrani,” A voice greeted her from behind, and Devasena snapped around to see him. Confronted by her furious gaze, the man before her did not balk away.

“You are?”

“The new commander of Mahishamti’s forces,” He introduced himself, clearly displeased by having to explain his status. “Bhallala Deva, son of Rajamatha Sivagami Devi,” Brother for the king. “You would have seen me being bestowed my rank,” Not that anyone had payed any interest to the commander in chief, not when King Baahubali was being crowned. “You are the yuvrani Devasena,” If he had not heard her fury from down the hall he could have guessed from her elaborate wardrobe, the blue hues of Kuntala wrapped proudly about her and silver swans adorning her.

“Yes,” The yuvrani was struggling to maintain a cool exterior, despite all the rage and pride she had simmering just below the surface. There was something that unnerved her in his mannerisms, something that made her feel as though she was being scrutinised and assessed for weak points, like prey. Perhaps that was just the affect his eyes had on people.

“You wish to speak with my brother?” Decorum dictated he refer to him as the king. Decorum could wait.

“It is a matter most urgent, but I will not trouble you with it,” In the few seconds between her answer and his reply, Bhalla made an important calculation. A guess, a gamble, but one he considered worth the risk - the return was so much greater than the loss.

“He will not be available for some time, I should think,” He said slowly, schooling his features into a mask.

“It is his coronation day and the ceremonies are completed. What would keep him? Scheduling meetings would be inappropriate on such an auspicious occasion.” She demanded, clearly suspicious. He made her uneasy, and Devasena had learnt on the battle field to trust her instincts just as he had learnt how to take risks there.

“It is household matters that concern him today, personal affairs and the like,” Bhalla answered without a pause. “If you must know, he is meeting with the Yuvrani Varuni. It seems he has a fondness for bold women such as her highness,” For a brief moment he saw the yuvrani’s perfect armour fail her, a flicker of her true thoughts passing over her face before they were gone, hidden, concealed among isolating mountains like her pretty kingdom. Was it hurt? Betrayal? Anguish? It was too fleeting to tell.

If Devasena had been thinking straight, she might have seen the confused looks the guards behind the prince sent each other. She might have noticed how smoothly the words flowed, indicating a deliverer well versed in sly tricks and manipulations. She even may have listened to her heart, that railed against the very notion. Shivdu had tricked her, insulted her perhaps, but such slander was unjustified. Devasena, however, had always been someone who took action first, and reflected later. And that fact had the potential to destroy her.

The regal delegation of Kuntala was not present at the feast that night. Rumour had spread of the fiery, impudent yuvrani that had stormed the palace in search of the king, and when she was refused access to him departed in a similarly thunderous manner. Some worried over what it meant for Mahishmati’s trade with the northern kingdom, or what the diplomatic implications of such a symbolic action meant for future relations. Most considered it a stroke of good luck, one less beauty for their preferred candidate to contend with in seeking the new king’s attentions. And if the new king looked disappointed, well, no one noticed.

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