#yagyaseni

[fanfictionroxs]

Pandavs to Draupadi: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Kunti, eavesdropping: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

#draupadi my beloved #pandavs #kunti mata #mahabharat #Mahabharata #hindu myth memes #incorrect hindu mythology #hindu mythology #yagyaseni #panchali #krishna #incorrect quotes #pandavas

[blackknight-100]

Mahabharat AU: Draupadi does not accompany the Pandavas to the exile + Bonus Subhadra

This is a complementary piece to this Ramayan AU.

Warnings for mentions of harassment, and violence. Major character deaths. Possibly going to make you cry, but +1 should revive you.

1.

Yudhisthir may have lost everything – his kingdom, crown and coins – but he has not yet lost his thirst for justice. It is his folly that has brought this upon them, and he will not let Draupadi take the fall for it. Already once his royal wife has walked barefoot on rough paths, forsaking the joys of her father’s house for her husbands’ sake, and he will be damned before he allows that again. When Draupadi declares her intention to accompany them – and it shames him in a way no taunts or mockery of the Kaurava courtiers might – he turns to her and says, “No, you must stay.”

Yagyaseni, bless whoever named her so, flares up like the fires she was born from, and bares her teeth at him – a flash of lighting across midnight sky. “You would leave me here then, husband, at the mercy of your noble cousins?”

Krishna speaks before he can answer, “Take her, cousin, who knows what is on the way?” Then he smirks daringly and adds, “She is more than five of you put together, are you sure you want to court her wrath?”

Draupadi whacks him across the head. Yudhisthir wishes he had done that. But he will not be moved, and to his surprise, his mother touches his wife’s hand and murmurs, “Stay, little flame, do not leave me alone. Think of your children, of your sister-wives, and stay.”

Subhadra, only too happy at this turn of events, starts chattering about going to Dwarka, and Draupadi, never able to deny her best friend’s sister, reluctantly gives in. Yudhisthir is only glad he has won at least one match today.

2.

It occurs to them that Draupadi would have been the best keeper of the Akshaya Patra – for she had ever  diligently managed the Finances and Kitchens of Indraprastha, but she is not with them, so their eldest brother gives Bheema the vessel to keep. It is only meet, for when it comes to food, he is the most knowledgeable of them all. Every day, he takes care to serve his brothers and their companions and feeds himself last. Every day he wipes the dish clean, for hygiene is as important as the food itself, and Bheema will not have anyone ill under his charge.

Rishi Durvasa arrives with his proteges after he has finished his meal one afternoon, and Yudhisthir – after sending them for a bath – wrings his hands in dismay. “Oh, what shall we do now? How do we feed them?”

“The Akshaya Patra will give no more food, Jyestha,” he tells him, and Yudhisthir moans.

There is a knock on their window, and a peacock feather flashes outside.

“Madhav!” Arjuna exclaims, “Madhav is here. He has come to help us. Have faith yet, Jyestha.”

But the faith is for naught, for Krishna listens to their tale, leans over the empty pot, and shakes his head sorrowfully. “If only Krishnaa were here,” he laments, and Bheema heeds his words no more.

Durvasa returns from his bath and erupts in wrathful tirade, and flings at them a furious curse, “One day, you too shall be given hope, and have it snatched away.”

They bend their heads and listen, for what else is there to be done?

3.

Draupadi feels safest in her city in the hills, in her brothers’ arms, but her father has taught her of duty so she accompanies her twin to check on her mother-in-law. Not for the first time she wonders what keeps her there, in the shadows of the Kaurava’s might, cowering in her brother-in-law's house.

“This is my home,” Kunti says, when she asks her, “and they shall not drive me out of what my husband has left for me.” Draupadi supposes she can respect that.

Outside, Dhristadyumna stops to admire the flowers in the Prime Minister’s garden, ever flourishing under the ministrations of his gentle wife, and Draupadi leans against a tree to rest. A hand snatches at her waist, and before she can react, Jayadratha’s husky laugh tickles her hair. Draupadi does the only thing she can think of then – she screams.

Dhristadyumna barrels around the corner and throws himself at them. He is no match for most of the warriors who attend this court, but with Jayadratha he is equal.

Vidura comes running out of his house, and Jayadratha curses and flees, but not without leaving one last gift – a diagonal cut across her brother’s chest. Draupadi watches, and weeps.

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Sahadeva has known premonitions all his life. Experience taught him to believe what they say, and this day, he knows, something ill befalls Panchali, miles away in the elephant city. But they are far away, and their hands are tied, and he must keep his silence, as he did all his life.

4.

Arjuna, now Brinnhala, loathes his- no, her new body, the strange vulnerability, the crawling sensation of lustful eyes trailing across her person as she walks. Nakula – now Granthika – teases her mercilessly, but calls himself her husband, reminds her to refer to herself as a woman, and wraps a loving arm around her when Keechak comes close.

It provides little obstacle for the burly man, for he is the King’s kin and hand, and there are few things he cannot possess. He grabs her when he comes to meet sweet Uttaraa and drags her uncomfortably close.

“Be mine,” he murmurs, hot and sultry, uncaring of his niece’s presence, and Brinnhala shudders. She suddenly has a lot more sympathy for her wife.

When she speaks of this to her brothers, Bheema bares his teeth and Sahadeva shuts his eyes in grief. But it is Nakula, sweet, dear brother that he is, who is the most furious. “I will kill him! I swear, I’ll kill him,” he seethes. “How dare he?”

Yudhisthir, however, shakes his head. “We can hardly afford to reveal ourselves now,” he says, sounding older than his years, “I am sorry, Arj- Brinnhala.”

She dips her head, and accepts that, for what else can she say?

5.

King Virat of Matsya is quietly apologetic when he hears of their true identities but politely refuses his aid. "We are a small kingdom, and can hardly afford to engage in family matters, Your Majesty,” he tells Yudhisthir. “Hastinapur has been ever friendly to us, and already we have offended them by hosting you."

Beside him, Keechak sneers. Perhaps it is the memory of Arjuna’s torment, but the Pandavas had hoped to have this kingdom's support, as if Keechak would ever owe them anything. Arjuna almost wishes Duryodhana would have attacked Matysa, for then perhaps they would have convinced this complacent king. Yudhisthir offers kind words and his farewells, and they leave Matsya with little to their name.

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Drupada is eager to avenge his daughter's humiliation. For that they need an army, so the Pandavas call their potential allies to war. They arrive at Kurukshetra with their banners and standards, and Sahadeva sees Uncle Shalya in the Kaurava camp.

"I had hoped to have you fight with us," he cannot help but say, bitter and shamed. His uncle has no answer.

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Yudhisthir is not quite sure what the Aacharya is planning. It seemed to him they were planning a chakravyuha before, but it never came to pass. Krishna says it is because Jayadratha has gained no boon. Yudhisthir cannot fathom what that means, but then, no one understands anything his cousin says.

“I have thought of a way to kill Drona,” Krishna tells him.

He had never thought of killing Drona, and he hears the plot with dismay. He has never lied in his life, and yet now he must utter words of deceit to the very person who taught him all he knew.

“It is not lying,” Krishna tells him. “It is not your fault if he does not hear.”

Yudhisthir clings to those words but hopes still that his teacher be spared.

They put it to action the following day. They are close, for already Drona has forsaken his weapons. Arjuna’s hands tremble, and Yudhisthir can sympathise. Dhristadyumna rushes forward and slices his throat. Somewhere close Jayadratha’s conch blows, and a single arrow strikes their commander’s head off his shoulders. Ashwatthama bears down upon them like Rudra come to earth. Krishna turns Arjuna’s chariot away. The rest of them follow, wondering what to tell their wife.

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Yudhisthir gets away but Nakula’s day is far from over. Karna joins Ashwatthama as they chase him, and the King of Anga challenges him to a duel that he loses. He hopes he will be killed (for how could he live with such humiliation!?) but Karna – bloodied and vicious – laughs and mocks him, his lineage and his brother’s dharma, and leaves him sitting in the dust.

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Arjuna grows weary of listening to Karna’s taunts sometime on the fifteenth day, and they finally face each other. The battle around them pauses, and the soldiers from either side give them a wide berth. Their enmity is inflammable, waiting for a spark to burst into conflagration. Both are eager to provide that spark, and no one wants to be in the way when the inevitable comes to pass.

He has to give it to Shalya, the man spews every imaginable insult at the King of Anga, and then some. He sees his ever-loathed adversary lift a simple arrow, and for a moment does not know what it is. Then, Ashwasena’s head appears at its tip, and for a moment, Arjuna panics. Madhav leans forward, forcing his chariot to sink to the ground, and the shot aimed at his neck takes off his diadem instead. Madhav gets down to lift the wheel, when Karna nocks another arrow. Arjuna stares. Surely, for all his rage, Karna would not attack him now? He had mocked Draupadi, true, but all others spoke of his kindness and generosity, and he had already spared his brothers.

But then he thinks of Vrishasena, and all his other sons they have killed, sees Karna lift his bow, and feels foolish for hoping otherwise.

(When he falls, he looks at his adversary standing tall and still, wrath upon his fair face like the sun on earth and is somehow reminded of Kunti after the dice game. ‘They could have been mother and son,’ he thinks, and then his eyes close, and he thinks no more.)

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For all that has happened, and for all they have lost, Bheema cares only for this moment, when Dussashana lies dying at his feet, and he finally has a chance to fulfil his oath. “Call Panchali,” he tells his brothers – the ones that remain – his body thrumming with bloodlust.

Panchali comes upon the battlefield dark and fierce and beautiful. ‘If this is how the goddess Kaali had looked like,’ he thinks to himself, ‘then it is no wonder that Shiva lies at her feet.’

He rips open Dussashana’s chest (it is beautiful, but it hurts, oh how it hurts!) and lifts a handful of blood to pour down her open hair. Duryodhana is screaming, and Karna and Ashwatthama can barely hold him back. Panchali walks to him, her eyes alight, and Bheema finally sees some hope in this dire end.

And then, she stumbles and falls, mouth open in soundless cry. “Panchali,” he screams, and he hears his brothers echo his call. There is an arrow – a lonely, treacherous thing out of her back, and Bheema can think of only one who would do this.

“YOU COWARDLY SUTA!!” he roars, but Karna is as stunned as he is, and his bow is slung across his shoulders, his hands still restraining a struggling Duryodhana. He turns around wildly, and a raggedy soldier, a commoner, steps out from the Kaurava ranks, bow in hand.

“You killed a woman. Have you no honour?” Krishna speaks before anyone else can.

The man spits at his feet and then turns to spit at Duryodhana’s. When he speaks, his voice drips with scorn. "This is the witch for whom we must forsake home and hearth and come to war? Shame!"

Bheema sees red. 'She is no witch,' he wants to say. 'She is the kindest of us all.’

But Draupadi lies cold and lifeless, and her hair spread like starless sky mere feet away from her tormentor's blood, so he lunges forward and wraps his hands around the man’s neck, snaps it with a crack. The man falls, dead, and Bheema stands there, quiet and lost. Panchali is gone. Arjuna is no more. The throne is now a distant dream - more of a nightmare. Bheema sinks to his knees and weeps.

+1

Subhadra joins the exile

When Draupadi announces her intention to accompany them on their exile, Subhadra jumps up and begs to be taken along. No one wants her to come, but she will not be swayed, and never has any of the Pandavas or their Queen managed to deny her. So, with them she goes, much to Krishna’s dismay.

The two women share custody of the Akshaya Patra. When Durvasa comes to their place, it is Draupadi's day with the vessel. Already, she has eaten, and Yudhisthir frets. Subhadra pats his hand and goes out to meet the sages. There is but a small particle of food stuck to a corner, and when she places it upon Durvasa’s plate, Arjuna prepares himself to be cursed. But then Yogmaya's magic fills every plate with food, and there are singers and dancers in their forest glade, and the sages leave sated.

Things are bearable until Jayadratha comes to kidnap Draupadi one miserable morning. Subhadra stands before her sister-wife. When Dushala’s husband looks upon them, all he sees are grotesque rakshashis, and he runs all the way back to Hastinapur to tell tales of the company the Pandavas keep.

The Pandavas settle in Matsya for their year of exile in incognito, but all they need are new names, for somehow Draupadi and Subhadra are the commonest of women instead of their blue-blooded beauteous selves. It hardly stops Keechak, and when Bheema beats him to death, Subhadra runs her hands upon his bruised face and leaves it marred beyond recognition.

#mahabharata #hindu mythology #mahabharat #pandavas #draupadi #karna #kauravas #bheema #bhima #yudhisthira #yudhishthir #arjuna #arjun #nakula #nakul #sahadev #sahadeva #kunti #subhadra #dhristadyumna #keechak #krishnaa #krishna #madhav #5+1 fic #boo writes #duryodhana #duryodhan #gratuitous cameos from kunti and karna

[eremin0109]

Mrityunjay: Durykarna (2)

“Karna, you win Yagyaseni/Draupadi in the wager (here; the swayamvar)! If she rejects you, then I’ll see what is to be done. Win this wager, not for yourself but for me.” 

“I will do anything for you. Grandsire Bhishma won the princesses of Kashi and offered them to your grandfather Vichitravirya--in the same way I shall offer Yagyaseni to you!”

Karna paused for a bit before continuing, “I will offer the lotus of Yagyaseni (here; she is referred to as the lotus flower) at your feet, but on one condition--”

“What condition? Pray tell! I’ll accept it regardless.”

“I will participate in this wager at the very end. Moreover, after winning you ought to fulfill a wish of mine.” 

“What is it that you wish for, tell me!”

“The town that I was born and brought up in...Champanagari is fortunately in the kingdom of Anga. So, I wish for you to declare my hometown as a royal city! The renovations for the city shall be announced in Kampilya itself.”

“Karna, you really are something else (literal trans. ‘You are blessed’)! Even if you had asked for the entire Kuru empire in exchange of Yagyaseni, I would’ve given it to you. But you simply asked for the rehabilitation of the place you were born in. I swear Karna, you are the divine symbol of true, selfless love!” 

I drew him in a close embrace, hugging him tightly. He was overwhelmed. He took my hand in his and patted it gently, affection evident in his action.

For the love of--! I just couldn’t figure out who Karna actually was.

I glanced around the entire pavilion. All the known-unknown kings of Aryavarta were present there. The fragrance of Draupadi has maddened everyone then! Magadh’s emperor Jarasandha, Shalya--the ruler of Madra, the king of Sindhu Jayadratha, Chedi raj Shishupal. It was an assembly of many mighty heroes! 

But I don’t know why none of these warriors felt as brilliant and attractive to me as Karna! To tell him as much I leaned to my right side to whisper in his ear (the literal trans. is ‘I brought my mouth near his earlobe’ DEAR LORD), but he was distracted. He was just staring at Shri Krishna without so much as blinking once! I tried to grab his attention with our usual tactic, by lightly hitting his elbow! He was startled as he turned to look at me. My lips parted to tell him about his beauty but was interrupted as the Panchal crown prince Dhrishtadyumna walked in with his sister...Yagyaseni. 

@rorapostsbl​

#Duryodhan...baby #this bitch has no chill send help #like jesus you're in Draupadi's fucking swayamvar STOP FLIRTING #i'm sure you've already told Karna how pretty he is a gazillion times over #tis is not the time OR the place plej #plus not Dury being subtly jealous that Karna's is distracted by Krishna of all people Lmao #fellas is it gay to think that your bestfriend/bodyguard/second-in-command is the most beautiful man in the entirety of fucking Aryavarta??? #likewise is it gay to be 'overwhelmed' when your bestfriend/benefactor/the person you'd do ANYTHING for hugs you tightly? #you be the judge Lmao #anyway #no heterosexual explanation for literally anything that comes out of Dury's mouth about Karna #mrityunjay #marathi novel #karna #duryodhana #karna x duryodhan #durykarna #mahabharat #mahabharata

[buttercupspotify]

Draupadi's Angry Hair

She undid her hair

during exile,

swearing to never tie them she had sought revenge.

Again until

Her anger-burnt,

blood-stained locks,

once her beauty,

now

the poetry of her hunger.

for blood,

for vengeance,

the self

that a man gambled away.

the body that,

men skinned for sport

while a court rich in cowards

watched,

with their mouths sewn shut.

She has now been reborn as a tree-temple:

they worship her hair now, these fossil-rivers of locks.

Someone decorates her hair

with a rose every day.

an island-calm gift of pink,

as if to plead for her to be angry no more.

No one likes an angry woman, least of all an angry goddess.

But anger is her ornament

and talisman and breath

and that organ without she cannot live.

She will eat the rose over the night, swallowing the heart and spitting out the petals.

~ Samarpita (@buttercupspotify )

Tagging some tumblrinas

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[jukti-torko-golpo]

Yagyaseni

She who was born out of fire

She who was disrobed

She who washed her hair with blood.

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[sambhavami]

Almost too brave.

#draupadi #mahabharat #yagyaseni #gorgeous women #brave #fire #queen #beauty #inspiration #hindu mythology #epic #stories of india

[maddiebuckley]

❝ princess. empress. goddess. draupadi was the central heroine of the mahabharata, and was most beautiful woman alive in her age, prophesied to bring about the doom of evil. ❞ ―mahabharata

#draupadi #mahabharata #mahabharat epic #mahabharat edit #draupadi aesthetic #panchali #krishnaa #yagyaseni #of eyes like lotus petals #and of flawless features #useraish #tuserlouise #userrani #chaanv #mythology #indian mythology #hindu mythology #mytho: indian

[shyampyari]

just some Draupadi doodles in math class.

tagging: @1nsaankahanhai-bkr @amandaanubis @soniaoutloud @supermeh-krishnah @lemponkoira @chaanv @pratigyakrishnaki @allegoriesinmediasres @urmisketches @panchali @hindumythologyart @eclecticwordblender @hoeticulture

#lamo i do art as well #doodles #art #draupadi #panchali #yagyaseni #the queen #all hail #she is so beautiful oof #mahabharata #mahabharat art

[fanfictionroxs]

Drishtadyum lives in eternal jealousy because he missed being the baby of the family by just a few minutes. Draupadi loves teasing him about it while Shikhandi and Satyajit are sniggering away 😂

#panchal siblings #drishtadyumna #drishtadyamun #draupadi #shikhandi #satyajit #mahabharat #mahabharata #mythology #fireborn twins #yagyaseni #yagyasen #panchali #krishnaa

[paneerlajwanti]

Hello love! I see you’ve made a Krishna mandala; may I please have one for his bestie Krishnaa, too? Thanks!

hi sweetheart!! omg thank you so much for this ask!! for two reasons, because now i can do a whole compilation of my favourite people

and also because as soon as i saw this ask i didn't immediately start drawing a mandala, i attempted to actually start drawing her. proud to say that i am progressing and someday i will show y'all the drawing of draupadi!!!

for now,, here's krishnaa

i have written the few names of draupadi in devnagari (panchali, drupadkanya, yagyaseni, nityayuvani) wanted to add a few more too lol

i absolutely loved making these thank you for the ask

#draupadi #mahabharat #krishnaa #indian art #mandala

[vadergf]

DON'T hate your dark skin and DON'T hate your curly hair. Dark skin was a prominent attribute of the yagyaseni panchaali herself. Dark skin was the color of keshav himself. Don't be ashamed for owning a thing of God. People just envy you if they call you out for your skin. They are SAD not to have the possession of Gods. As for curly hair,believe me,I used to hate mine too but then I once read a poem on how curly hair were like clouds of a storm,and so I accepted my shitty mop. Don't hate, love.

🥺🥺

#rey answers <3 #aureateargentum #aurum!!!!! #idk how to respond #this is just very nice

[yagyaseniblogs-blog]

INK

There's ink.

On the paper,

And on my skin.

A canvas for my thoughts,

My virtue and my sins.

There are scars.

The scars that I wear,

As medals from past.

There are things,

I hold on to,

That I know will not last.

There's pride,

That I have built,

Walking through thick and thin.

Yet I am judged,

Because I have,

Ink on my skin.

This ink...

I made a part of me.

I did it by choice.

All the times I could not speak.

The ink was my voice.

But you judge me...

And so I judge you,

I am just returning the favour.

I am proud of the Ink...

That's on my skin

And on my paper.

- Sukriti Yagyaseni Pandey

#original #poetry

[mythologytalks]

During the time of her birth, Drupada i.e. Draupadi’s father asked for all the sorts of pain and sufferings in the life of her daughter who was going to be born from the Yagna. The fire raised higher and higher while Draupadi was born, she was also known as Yagyaseni. Drupada did so because he wanted a son for his clan so as to take his revenge from Guru Drona, the reason behind Drishtadayum (Draupadi’s twin brother) was born to avenge his father’s insult. So when Drupada gained the knowledge pf a girl also being born from the Yagya he has performed he cursed her daughter for the life time of sufferings but purity. #mahabharat #krishna #mahabharatham #mahabharata #arjun #ramayana #draupadi #lordkrishna #shaheersheikh #india #radhakrishna #poojasharma #radhe #ramayan #radhekrishna #harekrishna #mahabharatstarplus #hinduism #starplus #hindu #radheradhe #love #ram #mahabharatmemories #mahadev #bhagavadgita #panchali #poojabsharma #sourabhraajjain #mythologytalk https://www.instagram.com/p/CEtMga1nmN6/?igshid=ns2gqwykqt6w

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[jukti-torko-golpo]

Yagyaseni

Draupadi moodboard

#moodboard #original post #aesthetic #dark aesthetic #mahabharat #mahabharat character #draupadi #yagyaseni #hindu mythology #strong women #desi aesthetics #fire tw

[art-by-deepika]

50/50 The last one of the 50days challenge... Droupadi- Yagyaseni The girl who born from Yagya.. Birth from the sacrificial fire in Mahabharata:... the princess from Panchala rose up from the middle of the sacrificial fire. She was beautiful and enchanting. Literally I am a huge fan of Mahabharat.. After watching Mahabharat ( the episode in which droupadi coming out of fire) that gave me goosebumps...♥️ #50daysartchallenge#artchallenge #artchallage2020#instagood#deepikadevarsetti#artsy#art_viral🔍#artwork_abc #art_viral#zenartfeatures#artlife #streetartphoto#sketchbox_abc #arthub_2k20 #visual_enjoyment_gallery #artparadis #mahabharat #droupadi (at My Gunupur - The Most Beautiful Town in Odisha "ମୋ ଗୁଣପୁର - ଏକ ସୁନ୍ଦର ସହର") https://www.instagram.com/p/CDb8IEcJ1vI/?igshid=1djixx7agbuhx

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