Rambheemjennysita House Pt.1

RRR headcanon

Hi RRR community I’ve been a fan of the movie for weeks now and have read and followed most of everyone’s posts and fic ideas and wanted to put out my own. I wanted to do an AU about bheem, ram, Jenny, and sita being poly and they adopted my ocs (Jaan and Johari two young girls who were saved by the group from the British in a raid or was on the run and bumped into them and asked for help) Or the idea that just like Malli they were taken by the Scott’s and brought to India. I loved the head cannon of reader daughter to rambheem and wanted to put out my own for my characters.

- If they were with the Scotts Jenny knew them and asked bheem to help save them.

- after rescuing ram she leads them to where they are hiding since she snuck em out.

- The two have a soft spot for the girls as soon as they see how protective they were of each other. And sita soon follows suit when she meets them.

- Due to the time period they are in ram bheem sita and Jenny get married in Hetero marriages together. So only their villages know their real relationship as opposed to the rest of the world. And adopt the girls.

- Johari is ramsita’s kid and Jaan is bheemjenny’s kid.

- Johari is a soft kid and has a extroverted fun personality while Jaan is a tsundere with an introverted and reserved personality only really being more extroverted around Johari and her baba(bheem).

- Malli is their bestie and they all do cute pranks on the adults and get into chaotic mischief.

- Johari loves helping out around the clinic bheem and sita own and work at helping the rebels. She also loves learning telugu and English with their mummy(Jenny) and daddy(ram).

-Jaan loves animals more than people due to her memories of their kidnapping and how much pain and suffering they indured. Bheem was able to get her to trust them by bringing little animals to talk about and pet.

- One day she ventured out causing a panic and came back with two baby animals. A panther and a tiger. Rambheem worrying about the mothers being nearby and Jennysita worrying how she got bear them to take them. Johari shaking her head in amusement because of course Jaan would come back with two big cats as pets like it’s just a normal thing🙄.

- Jaan tells em about how they lost their parents and we’re all alone so she saved them and brought them so they wouldn’t be lonely anymore like she was. Cue family fluff and reassurances. And the fam had new additions to the family.

- Babai loves the two to bits and spoils them along with the villages. They call him grandpa and that made the man break into tears once.

- Jaan and Johari are like rambheem ice and magma and mix of their parents temperance. Ram(fire), sita(earth), Jenny(air), and bheem(water).

- the girls grow up to be freedom fighters and speak out on the injustice to black and brown people in India, uk, and USA.

- rambheemsita pass away at canon ages and Jenny raises them until her passing at age 70. She promises them they will all reunite in the next life like bheem foretold and will be born a family again in a world where they will all be free and accepted.

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Please let me know any face claims that could go with this idea and any feedback this is my first post.😊

Meeting you (rrr story)

Rambheemjennysitaxdaughters story

Jaan and Johari are both pre teens here(sorry if the age isn’t accurate to the storyline and canon) and have a wild adventure meeting the young versions of their dads who are like supermen in their eyes. They get to meet them at their most vulnerable and learn more of their journey to who they are now.

JoharixJaan meet young rambheem(1920s) 

Jaan’s point of view

A chill ran down my spine as I looked around my surroundings suspiciously, something was up and I’m not sure if it was a good thing. My eyes scanned the trees and terrain they shifted warily with the breeze and my anxiety increased. 

“Chinnakka(Lil sister)” a voice said from above and I looked to see Malli swinging her legs from her perch in the trees nestled safely. 

“Hey, Mal akkai(big sister)” I called out.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” she asked as I approached her tree. I took off my dress and was left in my corset top, pants and boots. 

I climbed up and sat beside her, giving her a smile in thanks for extending a hand to help me up.

“Now what’s plaguing my Jaan?” she asked pinching my cheeks.

I smiled at one of many childhood nicknames I was given.

Shrugging I replied.

“I felt a change and it feels familiar can you feel it too?” she looked around and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it feels like when anna is here. Every time he enters the forest it welcomes him back.” she explains.

“ That’s what scares me Baba is with mama in her and daddy’s village tending to the other freedom fighters and restocking supplies. So how could it be?” I lamented worrying my lip. 

Before she could reply two growls filled the air we looked down to see bheema and raja stalking a small figure with curly hair. A boy! He was taking measured steps back keeping direct eye contact. I quickly climbed down with Malli calling out.

“Bheema, raja no stop!” 

Before I reached the bottom the boy ran and a switch changed in them they started off after him giving chase.

“No!” I screamed and raced after them I swung through vines and ran like a bat out of hell calling after them Malli right at my feet. They met at a grove where he hid giving us time to jump on the panther and tiger’s back distracting them. They tried to wrestle us off gently whining and whimpering.

“No that’s not good, you scared the poor dear to death. No goat for dessert and I'm telling baba” I scolded them getting out their way along with Malli. When raja stubborn like his namesake tried to jump on me he got hit on the head with a rock. 

“Leave them alone” a small voice cried and there was the boy out of his hideout and staring defiantly at the two cats.

“Little one please it's okay their my cats.” I said soothingly patting a glowering panther. I swear he’s really embodied daddy’s spirit and personality. 

“What’s your name, where are your parents?” Malli asked patting bheema who purred and preened at the affection. 

I assessed the boy he was dressed as a gond child and even reminded me of malli’s brother. His eyes are what got us. Wide and expressive just like mommy described all those years ago. With deep emotions and when I heard him say Bheem a chain reaction set off as I gasped. Raja and Bheema put two and two together. “Bheem” did too at their personality switch as the two big cats yipped and stirred in excitement. Geared up he bolted and they took off after him knocking us over. 

“Wait” I called after and ran after them again Malli rushed to catch up with us. I ignored my beating heart and sharp pain on my side as I crashed through the forest.

There’s no way but there he was now standing at the waterfall looking to jump. I rushed over a call of baba as he jumped. once raja and bheema lunged I did too, slipping and tumbling over the cliff after Bheem. Hitting my head in the process the last thing I heard was raja and bheema’s worried roars and malli screaming my name.

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yo being black and depressed is hard as fuck. being black with anxiety is hard as fuck. being black with a chronic illness or disability is hard a fuck. everybody expects you to be ‘strong’ at all times and no one sees black people as complex or nuanced enough to be capable of suffering. no one ever thinks we could possibly need help. and if you’re a black woman, the moment you stop thinking about others and try to tend to yourself you’re a selfish lazy ungrateful bitch.

support black people, esp women, who need help. don’t just call us strong or tell us we’ll get through it, help us. protect us. uplift us. allow us to be beings capable of suffering. give us the same space you’d give white women to express our pain and be there for us like you would for anyone else. 

Rambheem 1920s headcanons

- what if young ram and bheem met Jaan and Johari(their daughters in my ocs) and have like a week where they hang and talk about the future.

-also Rambheem and soya who have passed meeting older Jaan, Johari, and Jenny and reunite before they are reincarnated in the modern world.

-bonus of fluff and angst where ram gets emotional at their lives and all they have done and gone through. Having to process that and being comforted.

-loving their daughters growth and activism in India and around the world. Bonding with Jenny and joking about how she’s the oldest of them all now having made it to 70+

Black Panther Wakanda Forever AU:Bastet

Summary

As Shuri takes on. The mantle of black panther she learns the secret her family had kept of the protector’s role and powers. She unlocks more of her own along with her relationships with talokan and it’s god king.

Tags: Shuri’s comic book powers, goddess Bast has even more prominent role to the black panther, Bast as a mentor and biggest shipper of the talokan trio and wakandan trio.

Ships: Namor/Shuri, Okoye/Attuma, RiRi/Namora, M’baku/oc, Bastet/multi

Prologue

“I came to Wakanda after losing everything my father, my husband, my children. Wakanda became my home I found comfort in, so a piece of my soul after being split clung to this land and it’s people. I healed with love, care, and honor of all of you so of course I would protect you as best I can.”

Headcanon: Bastet after ra left fled Egypt and found Wakanda at her lowest. when she was brought back and her spirit split to take on ra’s role in fighting apophis one half disappeared and went back laying dormant in Wakanda and it’s protectors.

Story prompt that’s coming soon what are your thoughts fellow nashuri and attuma/okoye moots.

Hello fellow nashuri moots hru hope your having an good end of the month. I have received so much likes and comments on this story. I’m so grateful for the your continued support and sharing. Without further ado chapter five.

Chapter 5: Bubastis

~Shuri~

I felt for the first time an urge to not be right yet we are. I was right Bubastis was all old tombs and desert.

“Griot, can you scan any other life or town around here?” I asked walking around.

“Scanning Princess” he replied.

I leaned against a pillar tired and frustrated we’d been here only five minutes and I was ready to go home. The emotional and mental weight on my shoulders added more additional pressure to my stress.

I’ve been scammed and bamboozled.

Before I could start going on a rant about how Bast would have to catch these hands and how I wanted to throw her in a vat of hair remover so she could look like that cat from cats and dogs the revenge of kitty galore.

“Princess in one of the tombs there is an sign of an oasis.” Griot cut into my sacrilege plans and revenge.

“Which direction?”

“Behind this temple”. I turned and entered the temple with statues of intact and eroded depictions of cats.

I delved deeper and found a crypt with a gold mask of a cat in the middle of the room a doorway in the middle of it open. I felt the humidity and a bright light ebbing from its cracks.

I carefully stepped through the room wary of traps and such. I slipped through the crack in the door and shielded my eyes from the light.

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The door quickly slammed closed behind me and before I could panic I came to the sight of a giant oasis. The water is clear and the air is similar to Wakanda’s. the trees and crops outlining the banks of the river.

I readied my black panther suit ready for whatever came next to tear away this serene scene and stepped more into the mysterious oasis. I turned to my left and couldn’t believe my eyes. There lay a big city with beautiful architecture and signs of vibranium in the buildings.

I stumbled as two kids ran past me giggling.

It motivated me to move to enter the vibrant area. A bustling marketplace hummed in the familiar tune of bargaining, calls of sales, and orders being given.

I looked around in awe at the place and its liveliness. There was a thrum that brushed over me in care. No doubt Bastet was here, her followers had her depicted in their architecture and clothing a sign of her ingrained in every person.

But who out of all of them is really her? She said she could be a man, woman, or child and appear at any age but what makes her distinct?

“Griot any supernaturalness in anyone here other than me?” I asked reaching the square of the city and looking around.

“There is a faint trace calculating” I let out a frustrated moan and plopped down on a step.

‘So much for coming to me’ I rolled my eyes.

I took out my flask of water gulped down the cool drink and took a moment to observe and cool down. I smiled at the kind people who had started to approach and started to strike up a conversation. Some tried to get me to buy something or just gave me items and food for free.

A few hours later

The children took a shine to me as well urging me to play some soccer games and other games with them. The time slipped with each interaction until I was caught up in a conversation with a musician.

“How do you like Bubastis so far?” she said handing me some juices to try as we continued marveling and talking about the beautiful city and people.

“It’s beautiful I haven't seen a place like this anywhere else other than home(and talokan)” I replied sipping and humming at the sweet taste of the coconut and melon juice.

“Oh, and where is home?” she asked.

“It is like here the air is crisp, the water is clear and clean and the people are lively, and even when we fight we still forgive and grow and love each other.” I reminisced.

“Sounds wonderful I wish I could see it someday” She replied and before I could say something in response the children swarmed her and I.

“ ‘basti, ‘basti please do music for us please” they begged and we both laughed fondly at their eager pleas.

“Alright, alright my cubs I’ll make music for you what would you like me to play.” She asked turning to her guitar case and bringing out a guitar. And other musicians surrounded us ready to play.

“Sing a song from Nigeria”

“No no, sing a song from south africa”

“No, do an international piece we loved your singing from other continents they sound so beautiful coming from you ‘basti”

“Okay, little cubs how about I perform a song from India hmm” They vibrated with energy and nodded excitedly.

She said something in Coptic and the musicians started playing a serene tone. The singer started vocalizing, moving around and serenading the crowd.

I quickly glanced at Griot's report and saw she was nearby. I scanned the crowd but saw no one resembling the goddess from my dreams.

Drums rang in the air catching my attention again as dancers started to appear out of nowhere in time with the beat and ‘Basti stood in the middle. What.

The video of dheera dheera from magdheera

She sang and danced with the mystery people and looked like a moving work of art her movement was flexible and graceful almost like a cat.

No way ‘basti, Ubasti, Bast.

She started changing forms she grew a bit taller and her skin formed a galaxy pattern. She formed ears and a tail and her irises slit to that of a cat the man who performed the duet with her was mystified and put even more effort into their performance.

“First time seeing Ubasti perform” a voice cut in and I turned to see an older woman sitting beside me.

“Yes is she…”

“The goddess yes”

“How did I not notice,” I asked turning part of my attention back to the goddess.

“She only exposes herself when she performs for the kids, they are the only ones who don’t fear her form and make it more comfortable seeking her.” exactly as she instructed someone will lead me to her, and then she would find me.

“It’s been a tradition since her birth that she performs for the people she sings, dances, and plays with us. Our days never result in anything but joy.”

The performance ended in cheers and joy like the woman said she hugged and playfully chased the children. She finally turned to me and all the people appeared behind her in a bow.

“Welcome princess Shuri to Bubastis sorry for the long wait my panther,” The woman said her voice a bit deep, mature, and smoothed like caramel and honey. Her eyes were a galaxy purple sparkling in excitement.

“You are really real, this is really real.” I breathed out taking everything once again.

“Yes, Princess Shuri and thank you for being patient with me and my people. They haven’t seen anyone in the outside world before and begged me to let them entertain you a bit before I sought you out.” She apologized with a sheepish smile.

“I-It’s okay I enjoyed their company” I stuttered standing up with an incline of my head in thanks.

“Ready?” She asked placing her palms out in time for our ritual. I nodded and placed my own a bit hesitantly in hers. The tattoo on my arm tingled and glowed a similar one appeared on her arm.

My mind was engulfed in magic as an image of an infinity sign and ankh formed and sealed together an even deeper mind link forming between us.

“I am you and you are me,” She said in finality. It was finally official.

The oasis immediately started to change time went faster and the door appeared opening revealing the tomb and the sleeping form of Bast’s body holding an ankh and sistrum.

The bast with me let go of my hands and went over to her people and did the signature wakandan greeting.

From what I now observe and found to be how the Egyptians buried their dead. They returned it with a few tears. A sign that her leave from this world a big affect on them.

“I love you my cubs” she said in Coptic love and care in her tone.

After the tearful goodbye with a couple hugs from the children she went I’ve to her body.

“My people want to say goodbye to you princess you’ve made a great first impression” she threw over her shoulders as she past me, climbing into her body.

I turned to the city people who were greatly cherished by her. To see them waiting to address me and once again bowed in farewell.

The crowd got up from their second bow with a smile, some calling out goodbyes, and others mostly waving to me and giving the wakandan greeting in respect to me.

They all slowly started to disappear with sand and wind. The shadows of cats run away into the changing scenery. One of the kids who played with me named Ife called out.

“Please come visit again princess” her smiling form whisked away with the wind and a tiny kitty running to follow the others.

I went through the portal door the warmth of the oasis leaving me. Now that I’m back in the tombs I am faced with a graveyard with gold statures in my wake.

“They were…”

“Dead”

I turned to see her now awake the ankh and sistrum tattooed to her arm along with our matching mark. She looked almost human.

Her eyes and tattooed face were an indignation of her otherworldly powers.

“Yeah, they were my first-ever followers since my creation they have allows held a special spot in my heart. After their death thousands of years ago they used to care and love for me living. I wanted to return the favor. Creating this part of the duat for them to spend eternity”

she continued coming out of her crypt.

The goddess brushed sand and dust out of her hair and body accepting my hand up.

I sighed resigned that I would be returning back to Wakanda and in turn seeing Namor once again.

We got out of the tomb to my aircraft an air of silence mutually settled between us in a break from all the magic and supernatural events. I really needed ten bottles of palm wine now that my fate has been set in stone.

“Griot set the air craft course for home” I ordered.

“Setting course for wakanda princess”

Chapter four: Answers

-Shuri-

“Ward like Child” I said incredulously at her explanation.

“You are my avatar and successor of my herb so you are my “child” in a sense as your protect your kingdom I protect, guide, and if need be take charge and go to war for you I will. It has been my duty before Wakanda and it shall be until the end of humanity and even then I’ll still be here.” She approached and sat perched on my lab table.

I hopped up, my mind racing for facts I skimmed of her.

In eygpt, her and sekhmet were thought of as a nursemaid to the pharaohs so the same is done in wakanda shouldn’t the herb be enough?

“I know it’s hard to believe but it’s the truth it’s been no secret I talked and met with Bashenga aiding him in his fight for peace by providing him an alternative. But to have everyone know I could be a guide/protector to you all, that I could blatantly instead of vaguely. Your lives would be different. It would have caused turmoil with the other tribes. Talk of favoritism as well as unstable power balance to name a few.” she continued.

Bast went on to explain more of the history of the bond between her and the black panthers.

“Wait you could possess us and we could gain almost demigod likeness” I looked at the cat? In disbelief.

“Yes along with your already prevalent powers in necromancy yes”

Necromancy. She must have sensed my turmoil and explained how due to the herb any child of the panther could obtain powers or enhancement.

I didn't believe it, me as a sort of magician hah.

“Whatever you say princess Shuri but soon you’ll see and you will need to be ready to be trained and prepared to control them.” Bast said seriously and brought out some artifacts.

“You will need these to find my body and I will be able to continue to guide you outside of this realm. I’m not asking you to meld and bond with me. Not many of you do but I am providing you an alternative to your life now. I wasn’t able to help answer your prayers in the past, that I regret. but if I could help ensure no more tragedies occur as you enter the rest of the world and protect your resources I will.”

A chord struck between us from that reminder of losing so much of the royal family in so small a time. I accepted begrudgingly.

“How will I know it’s you? Your tomb in wakanda…” i asked and this time I was given clues.

“Go to my city Bubastis although most are ruins some followers do reside there unbothered; as soon as you set foot there my body will know and seek you out. I could come as a cat, a child, a woman or a man. Either way I’ll come and more of your potential shall unlock. You’ll have a trusted ally to aid in your journey. Good luck Princess Shuri The Black Panther.”

With Those final words she hopped off the table turning to her panther form and she gave me a small nudge. I once again found myself moved through the ancestral.

I blinked to find myself in my little ritual space, the candles all blown out and the offerings gone except the sistrum and an ankh with instructions. It was well into the morning. I groaned and hissed as I stood to stretch my somewhat aching body and arm.

‘What the- Bast?!’

There on my arm was a pharaoh's hook and cattle prod that they are granted in life and buried with in death tattooed to my skin.

Guess that’s more evidence that this fever dream turned into reality.

“Princess your body seems to be well rested and quickly healed of aching due to the herb”

Griot reported bringing me back my attention to the event. I immediately cleaned up and started to pack.

“I’m to go to egypt to find her” I listed as I scanned and packed the ankh, sistrum, and instructions.

“Shall I order a plane ticket to Memphis, egypt?” My ai inquired.

I paused.

“No get my craft and send coordinates to Bubastis, Egypt. We'll be leaving now” I ordered while preparing a note for Nakia until I remembered that she an dToussaint will be back in a week.

I left a message either way.

A few hours later

I locked down the house and my lab and stood on the beach and did my signature Wakandan symbol as my personal aircraft sucked me in and sped away on auto pilot immediately to my destination.

I sat in the pilot’s seat tracing my arm deep in thought at everything I’d learned and experienced in the last few days now.

Bast was an interesting god and is still as infuriating as ever. She reminded me too much of …mother. From her stance, regalness,etc. It hurt.

‘I wonder if T’chal-’ I shook away the thought.

I occupied my time reserching Bubastis and Bast’s temples.

‘How can I find her tomb’

‘Aren’t these all ruins?’

‘What if I get caught by authorities? This is a very confusing version of the colonizers game of 'where's Waldo' if I’ve ever seen one.’

“Princess we are here”

I looked up at Griot’s announcement to see the city of Memphis, its pyramids, sphynx, and the nile. Finally, beyond it Bubastis. A city of ruins.

RambheemJennysita headcanons reincarnation pt.3

Bringing home lovers pt.1

- Johari brings the most cause Jaan still has issues with people.

- Jenny and Sita give an sweet but deadly shovel talks.

- Bheem grills em until he’s sure their good for Johari and offers them food.

Jaan and Ram form an alliance and scare the life out of potential suitors. They know their social security, blood type, etc. they stalk them on their dates. And forever have an burning glare(ram) and freezing look(Jaan) in their eyes.

- When Jaan is found to have a secret admirer everyone’s alert. Bheem and Johari maybe the unspoken babies of the group but Jaan is the official. G-d help anyone who hurts the baby.

- When it’s the girls shared b-day(feb 14 😉) their ban with their friends are finally lifted for the party and the admirers exposed. Chaos ensues.

- Both girls are trained in singing and dancing Jaan Dan icing more than singing. They help teach classes at Their mummy’s(Jenny)school.

If you could help I need a secret admirer suggestions and Johari’s fiancé suggestions and if you would like to play a friend of the girls em me or comment on this post your Character name etc.

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#Power rangers

Rape / Sexual assault cw

Michael Copon who played lucas on time force was accused of sexual harassment by several fans at a con for one tree hill in 2018.

source: https://thorn-encompassed.rssing.com/chan-1766206/all_p3397.html

sophia bush’s statement: https://twitter.com/SophiaBush/status/979424151659151360?s=20&t=yhisf37VNHD6e0Z5AUkyCA

searching ‘michael copon’ + ‘con’ or ‘eye con’ brings up the various accusations made against him: https://twitter.com/search?q=michael%20copon%20eyecon&src=typed_query&f=top

https://twitter.com/search?q=michael%20copon%20con&src=typed_query&f=top

He was also accused in 2015 of assaulting several women when they were younger. The instagram post linked is one woman’s story with the comments showing a few others sharing their own experiences with him.

source: https://www.instagram.com/p/2kcf-CTDjZ/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Michael Copon is currently booked for rangerstop & pop in atlanta, please help to contact them so that we can keep these conventions safe and keep predators out:

email: https://www.rangerstopatlanta.com/contact

DM: https://www.instagram.com/Rangerstopandpop/

comment: https://www.instagram.com/p/CckzgxOrDWN/

He should not have more opportunities to harm people. Please help to spread the word by reposting or reblogging!

Rambheemjennysita au modern reincarnation

Summary

Jojo and Jaan are celebrating their birthday and finally, lift the ban on their house with their friend group for the big party their parents insist they have. Shenanigans and chaotic times ensue as the party progresses and Jaan finally reveals a secret she’s been keeping from her family even Jojo. Will the party end before the candles are blown or will the night end on a positive note?

Characters

Ramaraju

Bheem

Sita

Jenny

Johari

Jaan

Avan

Zayn

I’m taking volunteers as Jaan and johari’s friends for the story so comment and let me know and let me know who you want to be your face claim for the story and a little background on your personality.

@bromance-minus-the-b @burningsheepcrown @celebrrration @daydream4life @rambheemlove @rambheemisgoated @rambheem-is-real @ramcharanobsessed

Please tag more people who I missed and let me now in the comments if you’d like to be tagged in more content.

Love you moots have a great day/night where ever you are. 😊