Hiii, so I saw your recent posts/asks on the hotd bollywood au and I kind of have a suggestion
So yes Tripti Dimri as Bulbul will forever and ever be Alys Rivers but based on aesthetics and vibes alone, Mouni Roy also just gives off the gothic enchantress/witch vibes yk
(gah I'm fangirling, your posts inspired me sm)
Ooooh I love this comparison. I can definitely see Mouni Roy as Alys. She does give those femme fatale, enchantress, mysterious gothic vibes kind of resembling a Katie McGrath/Eva green fancast. I'd love to see you create a little piece on this, I think it's a great idea💕!
I was tagged by the one and only @themotherofblood (who has a lot of amazing writings about HOTD) to tag 5 moots that I admire, love and adore and to tell them why I love them so much. (i added this on my own : aesthetic that reminds me of you)
@themotherofblood, you are so lana del rey vinyl. Everything you do is iconic. I love the way that you write - its filled with so much details and I wanna snort your writing style. YOU ARE MY GO TO PERSON FOR BOLLYWOOD AND DAEMON. You are amazing!
Aesthetic: City girl but Upper East Side NY (Wherever rich people are). The kind of girl you see in the airport and have a crush on.
@twobluejeans, we met each other during our HOTD era and I'm so glad that we're still together in our F1 era. Your work is amazing, I'm constantly on my toes. You make me hate Charles (in a good way) because of how good your writing is.
Aesthetic: City girl too but Monaco
@nyctophilic0vitnir, YOU ARE SO COOL! I'm sorry for abandoning HOTD 😭 honestly, I don't follow a lot of accounts because I just look at yours and read whatever you recommend. YOUR TASTE IS AMAZING BTW! You are my dorothea.
Aesthetic: Dark Academia.
@amiraisgoingthruit, FELLOW FILIPINA! Honestly you are a mood. You remind me of Taylor Swift songs. I love everything that you write about Aegon. You encapsulate his personality very well. :)
Aesthetic: SPECIFIC BUT PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE. Also Rockwell Lights.
@sotwk I hope that you see this (have fun in ur vacation) you are my go-to author when it comes to my husband. 😭 YOU WRITE THE WOODLAND REALM SOO GOOD, you are the second-coming of tolkien (in my opinion). I love everything you write about Thran.
Aesthetic: Vacations in Greece. ALSO SPECIFIC BUT DUCKLINGS.
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(This is very late so really sorry about that.)
Favourite Colour: Blue 💙
Currently Reading: I am thinking about re-reading The hunger games series. May be I will start my re-read this weekend.
Last Song: A Bollywood song I was listening to on loop while working yesterday
Last Series: HOTD. I am enjoying this show more than my expectations. It’s fun to watch targ v/s targ drama because I don’t have to pick sides 😅
Last Film: I did a Star Wars movie marathon last week. It was fun.
Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Spicy 🔥
Currently Working On: Nothing new atm. If HOTD gives us more Stark or north related content I might create something. I also have a few wip Jonsa gifs which I would like to finish first 👀
Not tagging anyone in particular but feel free to play if you want to.
it’s a dog eat dog world, and POOJA PATAUDI has to learn how to bare their teeth without letting the cameras flashes catch anything other than a smile. with a face like ALIA BHATT, the world wants nothing from THEM except all that SHE has to offer. POOJA has had SIX YEARS in town to learn the rules of living it up on top. but at just TWENTY-EIGHT, will they try to make peace with the golden scale that’ll try to tell them their heart is in the right place or fight for what they want? with SOFT TINKLE OF GLASSES ABOVE THE SOUND OF CHATTER, A STRING OF PEARLS FALLING LOOSELY OVER THE FINEST SILKS, AND RUBY RED LIPS CURLED UP INTO A SMILE THAT NEVER QUITE REACHES THE EYES to make up their reputation, let’s hope the SOCIALITE won’t look for the saints in the city of angels to help them. there’s nothing holy about hollywood.
QUICK FACTS.
NAME: pooja pataudi NICKNAME: pooja AGE: twenty-eight PLACE OF BIRTH: mumbai, maharashtra, india NATIONALITY: british-indian DATE OF BIRTH: 20 december 1994 GENDER: nonbinary PRONOUNS: they/she ORIENTATION: bisexual ( heavy fem-lean ) RELIGION: hinduism ( vaishnava ) PARENTS: rajkumar pataudi ( actor, business magnate ) & devika " devi " pataudi née kapoor ( actress ) SIBLINGS: rohan pataudi ( actor ) LANGUAGES: hindi, gujarat, urdu, english, french, german ( fluent ) italian, sanskrit, spanish, arabic ( conversational ) EDUCATION: institut le rosey, harvard ( english literature ) OCCUPATION: former child actress, novelist & lifestyle writer HOBBIES: writing, travelling, scrapbooking, photography, mountaineering CAREER CLAIM: hanya yanigahara & kapoor family ( as pataudi family )
PARALLELS.
shiv roy ( succession ) rhaenyra targaryen ( hotd / f&b ) camille preaker ( sharp objects ) claudia ( interview with the vampire )
SNAPSHOT.
tl;dr child gets born to a family of silver-screen god-kings on earth yet always and quite stubbornly aspires to a divinity of her own making, forging her own path despite the script she was given at birth — or, perhaps, because of the script she was given at birth
aka shiv roy if she actually succeeded in going no-contact
they call your family the first family of the silver screens of india — your only claim to fame, as far as your family is concerned, for what use is royalty in a republic? you are the heroes of a modern age, and despite the thousands of years of history: that has to be enough.
you’re one out of two, meaning: when you were born, so too was your brother. never one without the other, they used to say: the prince and princess of the reigning bollywood royals, their most precious jewels, the inheritors of a legacy going on four generations. the sun sets, they say, only to rise anew… and you, my dear, were supposed to be the sunlight of a new age.
you get your first role at age six, learning lines in a language you aren’t even fluent in, making so many mistakes until the script gets changed for need of time — not that anybody complained, considering this whole project was bankrolled by your grandfather — and all you end up doing is just sitting there to look pretty. you might’ve called this your first taste of defeat, but then you remember: your brother was so bad, they didn’t even bother including him, instead telling him that his debut will be in ‘something far, far better.’
( of course, as with most everything you’ll come to experience in life: you know better than to believe in that. )
come the passing of the years comes more and more roles — and with it, a narrative that you will come to realise you didn’t much care for: someone asks you for the first time, when you are nine, how you feel about working in a film with your own mother. your dolled-up face, your pouted lips, your knit-together brows, your bared teeth in a snarl-like grin: who said this movie was about my mother?
this is the beginning. with every film you make, they ask you things that aren’t about you, but about someone else. every question they ask, you dig yourself deeper in a hole you don’t quite know you’re making — but, of course, you know better than to believe in that — until your family launches into crisis mode: enrols you in a workshop and everything, even ends up taking out a psych for you. is it something we’ve done wrong? they ask. did we make a mistake somewhere?
but of course, it doesn’t work. nothing ever does. you are who you are, and not what made you. this, your original sin; this, the very beginning of your downfall: you do not even give them the opportunity to cast you aside, instead proclaiming to them, very calmly, that you are going to quit acting and instead pursue schooling at an institute somewhere in the swiss alps.
they think it is nerves. they think that the limelight has gotten to you. happens to the best of us, they say, and you bite down on your tongue so as not to sink your teeth into their skin: you feel more wolf than daughter, more beast than woman. yet you allow them to think whatever they want to think.
( you also allow yourself to think whatever you want to think — and isn’t this story far better, one where the daughter gets all the agency, and she makes her own choices? )
but, of course, you know better than to believe in that.
the years pass, and you don’t go home, and you stay cooped up in your alpine boarding school and still it is unavoidable: they come calling eventually. they actually visit you. they tell you what were you thinking ? do you know how worried sick we were ? and you will shake your head and they will ask you what you mean. i didn’t. think of what you were thinking, i mean. in the cold, your words make frost. i didn’t think of any of you at all.
( but, of course, you know better than that, rifling through newspapers updating yourself of your brother’s career, always jealously measuring your own abandoned one to his — but it’s the stories we tell others, not the truth, that lasts. )
what were you thinking? they will ask again, in a year’s time, in two, in three — until finally you stop fielding their calls, change your address, move to a new country and pay for your tuition through your trust. why write these horrid stories? are you alright? please call back. we’re worried sick about you.
( but, of course, in your stories: they never call. or perhaps they never stop calling. perhaps one day you’ll pick up the phone, but only in your own terms. perhaps you never do. the ending is, as of yet, unwritten. )
but, of course, you know better than to believe in that.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
if you see this, i’m still in the process of cooking em up so let us simply go w vibes for now
okay wow, that was a rollercoaster of an episode and not a good way.
The first half was moody period drama. Then we got a full Harry Potter sequence. And that ending.
Calling it right now, Laenor will be back for 5 minutes in the beginning of season 3 only to be killed off immediately. Also, this means that Rhaenyra’s sons through Daemon are also bastards now. Because their marriage is void.
I did like that they made Rhaenyra a bit evil though. They had to even out the scales.
Also, I liked the marriage ritual. The blood on the forehead reminded me of Bollywood films where the hero marries the heroine by dramatically smearing her head with blood rather than sindoor.
On a more happy note. I’m writing my first Daemyra only fic and it’s YJHD inspired and I’m so excited!! I haven’t done Bollywood fics in a while so this one is gonna be so much fun
I’m trying to translate the “Mujhe Tumse Pyaar Ho Jaye Ga Phir Se” scene.