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Wisdom and Kindness - A Spiritual Story
This newsletter has the possibility of holding the energy of relaying that greatest of greats - wisdom and kindness.
The difference between the personality, character, and ego traits and wisdom become more obvious as we hopefully learn with the aging process ( that’s not everybody of course.)
Wisdom can be defined in spiritual terms in this way, “wisdom doesn’t need to speak. Instead it sits back, listening with the heart fully engaged, while the personality speaks out loud.”
Kindness is one of the loveliest traits of mankind when we exercise it, and all too often we haven’t been particularly famous for being kind at all, not now or throughout our history. Let’s hope there’s massive room for improvement in this area.
Bringing the two energies of both wisdom and kindness together, is a wonderful combination, and one we all deserve to not only meet in our lives, but also to experience first hand.
I am living every day with a man so kind and loving, it sometimes takes my breath away. He is way more patient than me, and even on the roads in the state of Florida (which currently has the absolute worst drivers I’ve seen so far), he has a tolerance that I don’t possess. It’s one of the things I’m working on. The urge to sit with my head out of the window, using very bad language, is one I have to stop myself from doing all the time. Enlightened? I think not!
He has shown patience to grown and growing, quite selfish and uncaring people in his life, while he continues to love them and leave doors open for their behaviors and attitudes to change. While I am a door closed, locked, bolted and I’m in another realm, far enough away to forget any of that even existed.
I am learning so much from him, and it’s really cute, because he thinks he’s growing and learning from me (perhaps we won’t tell him just yet.)
I personally had a very different childhood than any of my siblings. They didn’t care for my mother, and I adored her. They didn’t bother to get to know her, and I couldn’t soak up enough details of who she was, what mattered to her and how she grew up in war torn England. I found her fascinating, lovely, wise, kind and one of the best people I had the great pleasure to meet. I certainly preferred her to anyone I lived with, and she was a woman close to my heart and soul. I don’t know or understand anyone who had the opportunity to meet her, to not appreciate the gentleness of her soul. I knew that about her, and felt better about me for being able to see the wisdom and kindness in her.
I seek that in everyone now (not as much the Floridian drivers yet, but I’m working on it!)
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March 17, Ultra Rare Sun Neptune Cazimi, Dream On
On March 17 there is a VERY rare NEPTUNE SUN CAZIMI
This is a very HUGE spiritual blessing as the planet of spirituality, dreams compassion, oneness and faith sits in the very heart of the SUN in PISCSES, Neptune is the Modern ruler of Pisces and has been travelling through the last sign since 2011 and remains there until 2025/2026.
It begins at 4:16 am PDT, 7:15 am EDT, 12:16 pm GMT at 27…
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5th Ruler and What you Love 💞
The 5th lord or 5th ruler shows what you love. This house is traditionally associated with sign of Leo and thus symbolizes your heart, what touches you most deeply.
The 5th ruler brings heartfelt joy, love, keeps you alive, inspired and refreshed by doing those house things it influences.
5th ruler in 1st : You love children, you love to express yourself through some art like dance, music, painting etc. You are likely to keep a youthful disposition throughout your life.
5th ruler in 2nd: You love money, the things it can buy, you love your family, you love food. You love being heard.
5th ruler in 3rd : You love sibling interactions, cousins, you love to do short trips with partner, you love writing, you love to read, you love playing games and sports.
5th ruler in 4th: You love your mother, family. You love spacious homes, cars, comforts, furniture. You love learning, education. You love gardening.
5th ruler in 5th: You love having fun, watching movies, sports, games. You are in love with love. You love attention, fame, politics, celebrities and fashion.
5th ruler in 6th: You love exercise, diets, nutrition, small pets, your uncles and relatives. You love to compete, so sports and adventure. You love working on your inspirations as well
5th ruler in 7th: You love to form relationships, you love your husband/wife, you love public and getting famous, you love foreign travels, bureaucrats, foreign relations, international politics, doing business and shopping.
5th ruler in 8th: You love crime novels, detective stories, crime movies, fiction books, occult, astrology, metaphysics, psychology, medicine, trauma healing, shamanism, reseach and investigation, complex mathematics.
5th ruler in 9th: You love long travels, foreign journeys, your father, attending ivy league universities, flight trips, religious ceremonies, weddings (where you can dress as per culture), foreign music and movies, grandparents, elders, you love commitments, philosophy and spirituality.
5th ruler in 10th: You love working on creative projects, you love status and authority, you love being known for your work, you love politics, power and ambition, you love your public image.
5th ruler in 11th: You love your friends, elder siblings, socializing, networking, attending conferences, seminars, you love joining groups, social organizations, social media, you love the stock market, gains, your father's siblings.
5th ruler in 12th: You love solitude, watching movies in your bed in dark, web series, you love making love, sex, you love imagining things, contemplating, spirituality, God, romance, past lives, music, and reading literature.
For Readings -DM
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Omegaverse *and* tribal au just the thought has me freaking drooling...... and the world building opportunities that secondary genders could bring in to tribal life like just imagining all the ways it could work is so cool!
Also just like. Enji in leather and jewelry and nothing else... Enji in the firelight under a full moon... Enji with tattoos that celebrate his successes... Enji scooping you up and carrying you to somewhere at least passably private to fuck your brains out....... 🥺😳👉👈
AAAAAAHHHHHH okay yes this has been making me crazy!!!! (Disclaimer the only reason the tribal au headcanons weren't Omegaverse was because a nice anon asked if I could make the headcanons regular, I totally understand that Omegaverse is not for everyone! BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE TO GO FERAL) sorry it took so long everyone I hope you enjoy
Link to the non a/b/o tribal headcanons
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Your courtship was short, a week at the gathering before you agreed to travel back with him to the mountains and only a month before he publicly proclaimed before his tribe council that he, their Chief, would be taking you as his mate and future bride
Enji knows you're his fated mate from the moment he sees you. He always kind of knew his former omega wasn't it, inspite of the arranged marriage. After she had left back to her home tribe he really thought he'd never find love again, until he met you at one of the large tribe gatherings during the harvest season. Your scent drew him in like a moth to a flame and he knew you were his
He did his best to keep to tradition and not copulate with you until your bonding ceremony, so the foreplay was almost constant. He was barely in the mindset for meetings with his tribe members or any sort of celebrations or other important ceremonies, his mind constantly fixated on stretching you on his fingers and drinking your slick down like ambrosia. Your cries of pleasure were like angels singing in his ears and could be heard very clearly to anyone straying too close to his hut. Unfortunately for them...
The first full moon of the summer season finally came your bonding ceremony, he had discussed his tribal traditions with you before hand to make sure you were comfortable and that you weren't caught off guard due to the nature of the ceremony. The beginning was simple, Enji slaughters a goat for a blood sacrifice in your honor and the Shaman paints the blood across you and Enji’s chest first, across your heart for eternal love and across your face and eyelids to ward off negativity and evil. But the second half of the ceremony after your marital beads are place around your throats is the part he tried to make you comfortable with
The tribe council has to be present for the official bonding and first knotting, to at least see you connected and bonding marks fresh bleeding. It made you a little uneasy at first, but with Enji being as aggressive as he is they all kept their eyes to the floor as he shielded you from their view.
He was delicate as he laid you against the fur bedding, whispering reassurance and promises against your skin as he breached your virgin entrance for the first time. The combination of your scents and smell of your blood staining his cock had him nearly going feral but he kept himself steady so he didn't hurt you. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "I love you, so much. Endless as the river my sweet omega" he whispers as he kisses the overwhelmed tears from your cheeks. And you believed him, could feel it through the grip of his fingers laced with yours above your head as he began to move and fuck into your soft body. It took a few minutes to adjust to his size but soon you were calling for more, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him into you until his flushed head was tapping your cervix with every thrust of his hips.
Enji was coming to his end just as soon as he expected, your tightness milking everything from him until he was dizzy with your sweet scent flooding his senses. He was holding back drool as he watched your eyes roll back and your pretty swollen lips part in ecstasy. "A-Alpha I'm-" "Cum for me love, let me feel you so I can give you everything" with a strangled and barely coherent cry you were tensing and squeezing around him so hard it nearly forced him out until one of his strong hands locked your hips into place as he growled deeply and released into your warmth, his knot sealing your entrance to keep his cum inside.
With aftershocks of your orgasms racking our bodies you two sealed the bond, your mating marks red, raw, and prominent against your throats as you tasted each others blood. Everything felt calm and peaceful after the bond was set, the pheremones calming and instincts feeling the rightness of everything settling in. The council was all but forgotten about until the motion of them leaving the hut had Enji snarling and holding you close to his body protectively, your blood staining against his chin and bringing forth the true animal version of his instincts that had your inner omega preening and purring against his strong chest.
After a moment you could hear the tribe cheering from the news of your consumation, the great bonfire starting and soon the smell of roasting meat reached your hut and your growling stomachs. "As soon as the knot releases we can join the celebration if you'd like" he says quietly as he strokes his fingers along your spine in a soothing pattern, your own fingers tracing the tattoos along his chest and arms, his many years of success telling stories across his skin. "I'd like that, but could we spend a bit longer in here together, just us?" You asked, feeling vulnerable after your private moment. "Of course, anything for you" he says with a rumbling purr, nosing against his mating mark, "my beloved mate and soon to be mother of my pups".
If anyone has anymore Tribal au thoughts or requests send them my way because I love this au!!! Doesn't have to be omegaverse btw
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Huichol Yarn, Deer, Eagle Shaman & Sun Eagle
Talon Abraxas
A GUIDE TO HUICHOL SYMBOLOGY
SHAMANS - The spiritual leaders who are ambassadors to the gods, shamans preside over ceremonies, recite the divine passages, cure the sick, interpret dreams, etc. They are believed to have supernatural powers and insights in the metaphysical world that are considered out of reach for normal humans.
SPIRIT GUIDES - Intermediaries between human and spirit realms, the guide can take the shape of half-human, half-animal being. These figures appear in visions and dreams and remain with each shaman even after apprenticeship is over.
FIRE - Considered a very valuable gift from the gods, fire is called Tai. Tai is believed to enable the Huichol to have visions. The fire god, Tatewari, is always honored at Huichol ceremonies, and receives many offerings such as corn meal, sacred water and much of the art that they make.
HEALING WANDS - Called Muvieri, each shaman carries a wand in their medicine basket. They are made of pairs of eagle or hawk feathers attached to ceremonial arrows, and are used in rain making ceremonies and other divinations.
PATH OF LIFE - Wavy lines represent the "vine of life", which the Huichol Goddess of Life gives to every soul (plant, animal, human) at birth. This vine is the soul's spiritual connection to the breath of the goddess in the ethereal realm. When people chose to follow her "path of flowers", they receive her blessings: prosperity, abundance, creativity, health, and their hearts' desires.
WOLF PEOPLE - Believed to be the earliest ancestors, they spoke and lived like people. Tacutsi, the goddess of life, first taught them how to live well and overcome hunger and cold.
PRAYER ARROWS - Used to express gratitude or requests to the gods, called Urus, prayer arrows, like gourd bowls, are ceremonial objects through which the gods are believed to give their blessings. Special prayer arrows have crystals attached to them, representing the spirits of departed ancestors.
PEYOTE CACTI - Symbol for life, sustenance, health, success, good luck, and acquisition of shamanic powers, the peyote appears in practically all Huichol art and is considered a gift from the gods to the people to enlighten their lives and bring them into the mystical realm.
THE SUN - Brings light and illumination to the world. Tayaupa is father sun, master of the heavens, and his wife is the Eagle, mother of the sky and goddess of life. The Huichols believe all living things receive their power from the sun, and that He guarantees healthy crops and abundant food.
SNAKES - Instruct shamans to become healers. The rattle on the Rattlesnake is believed to be the tongue of the greatest shaman of all, which is the fire god. Snakes may also be associated with the rain goddess. The Mother Goddess of the Sea is pictured as a huge coiled serpent forming herself into a cyclical storm cloud from which rain falls. The Huichols believe that rain itself consists of millions of small snakes. They are valued for their work in the cornfields where they eat the rodents and pests harmful to the corn harvest.
DEER - The spirit guide Kauyumari, who leads the shamans on their visionary pathways and teaches them how to gain their special knowledge. One of the most commonly seen motifs, the deer, maxa, in Huichol, often appear in male and female pairs, symbolizing the unity between men and women on their spiritual journey. Legends about the deer abound in Huichol culture. The deer mother is the guardian spirit, the important animal in Huichol shamanism. She holds tobacco gourds and corn plant, both of utmost importance for Huichol survival. The Huichols believe that deer give their lives willingly to those who hunt them in a sacred manner. After a deer hunt, the hunters have to perform purifying rituals for many days to insure that the animals are properly thanked for giving their lives to the benefit of the people.
FLOWERS - Play a part in all Huichol ceremonies, and all flowers are considered sacred in healing rituals; the patient's head is anointed with flowers. Shamans use them to prepare for the deer hunt and during harvest ceremonies to adorn the new corn. One flower that appears often is called Kiera, the tree of the wind. It is a hallucinogenic plant said to open the Huichols spirits to the highest level of enlightenment.
BIRDS - Believed to be messengers to and from the gods, all birds are held in great regard. The shamans use tail and wing feather of eagles and hawks in their rituals and ceremonial chanting. The double-headed eagle is another common design, representing the shaman's omnipotent power to see in all directions.
TURTLES - Esteemed as assistants of the rain goddesses, turtles are believed to be responsible for replenishing the water of underground springs and the purity of all water sources.
WOLVES - Carrier of spirits, Kumukemai, the wolf, is honored in all peyote ceremonies. Many Huichols believe they are descendents of the "Wolf-People" of primordial times. Huichol shamans claim to possess the power to transform themselves into spirited wolves.
GOURD BOWLS - Used by shamans as containers filled with important symbols, such as corn, animals, and images of family members. Colorfully decorated, they are carried during ceremonies and prayer for protection, health, and abundance. The symbols themselves represent attributes of different gods and goddesses. They are placed in shrines and sacred sites throughout the Huichol homeland.
SCORPIONS - Used by shamans to repel evil and bad luck. They are both esteemed and feared. A deadly species of scorpion inhabit Huichol land and cause numerous fatalities every year. However, the Huichols believe that the scorpion spirit is a powerful ally that protects them as well.
SALAMANDERS - Agents of the rain mother, salamanders are connected with the water and rain, stirring up clouds and making rain fall.
JAGUAR - Messengers of the god of fire, Tatewari, they are guardians of the sacred vows taken by shamans during their years of initiation. Called Mayetse, they are given the power to devour the spirits of those who fail.
EAGLES - Believed to be the embodiment of a goddess known as Mother Eagle, Mother of the Sky and Queen of Heavens. Huichols admire Werika, the eagle as the most magnificent among all birds.
CANDLES - Represent the illumination of the human spirit, Catira, candles hold the sacred gift from the sun and fire gods. Along with flowers and ribbons, attached candles serve as offerings and payment to the deities who have granted special wishes to a Huichol.
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF COLORS:
WHITE - Cloud Spirits.
RED - The East, fire, masculinity.
BLUE - The South, Pacific Ocean, water, rain, femininity.
GREEN - The Earth, the Heavens, healing, the heart, grandfather, growth.
YELLOW - A special root from Wirikuta used for face paint in ceremonies.
ORANGE - "Wirikuta", the sacred land where the Huichol believe life began and also where they gather peyote.
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Chapter 3 to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle aka Friends to Enemies to Lovers.
Part One Part Two
Summary: Wedded life is treating you well. Wakanda is in turmoil. And you're given an ultimatum
Smut, angst, violence.
"Rest, in reina, it has been an eventful day," Namor said to you once you entered your room in the caverns of Talokan. You were confused that he had not brought you to the shared room that he had made up for after the wedding. The one he had so excitedly told you that he was looking forward to sharing with you.
"In ajawo, where are you going?" You asked as Namor turned his back on you. He hesitated then addressed you.
"What happened at the wedding was a show of my devotion to you and this union, but it was also violent and cruel. You were not here during the battle between out countries and this is the first time you have witnessed the worst of me. I do not regret the decision but I know that you need time to process," Namor stayed near the door as he spoke. You stepped closer to him, listening to what he said. "I only wanted today to be full of happiness. I am sorry that I wasn't aware of the treason that was rippling through my people."
He looked guilty and it broke your heart. You reached for him, pulling him into your arms, "In ajawo, I understand what you did. They tried to kill me. To be honest, I was waiting for the day I would finally witness the Namor that attacked Wakanda. I couldn't imagine the Namor I know doing that. But I have seen it now and it is not anything I didn't expect. If anything, I was more surprised that Baku agreed with you. I won't say anything about the sacrifice. It is a lesser used aspect of your culture?"
Namor nodded, pulling away slightly to meet your gaze, "There were stories passed down through the shamans but, until today, we had never considered using it. But in my rage, my fear for you, I turned to the old ways."
"You did it for me, for us. I cannot and will not hold that against you. The gentle Namor who took me in and the ruthless one who killed to protect me are both parts of you. I want all of you, Namor," You kissed the corned of his lips.
"I was worried that you would fear me. Or hate me," His eyes shut in relief.
"You would never direct your ruthlessness at me, my king, and that is all I need to know. I told you I trust you. That hasn't changed," You reassured him, then took his hand. "Will you take me to our shared room now? I don't want to end this day without you next to me."
The soft smile that graced his face brought forth another wave of affection. This wasn't love yet, but it was close and that was all you needed to follow him where ever he led you. It occurred to you then, that if the wedding had been with Baku you would have hidden yourself, avoiding the wedding night like it was a plague. But with Namor you wanted to share that night with him. You weren't sure whether it was your growing affection or that you wanted to wash away his insecurities. Yes, the king had insecurities, you saw them in the way he pulled away from you after the ceremony and you were determined to show him they were unfounded. To truly become bound to him tonight, remind him you chose him, and that you both were determined to make the best of this unplanned union.
The room he brought you to was deeper in the caves, larger, and decorated with more warmth than the rest of the Talokanil caverns. The bed was like a large nest of blankets and pillows. The room was lit, like the rest of the caves, with numerous glow worms that hung from the ceiling. Namor went around lighting candles to warm up the space.
"You should clean up and rest, in reina," Namor said as he approached a large polished slab of obsidian that leant against the wall, serving as a mirror. You approached him slowly as he began unclasping his shin guards and arm guards. You met his gaze as you helped him remove his pauldrons and necklaces. When he was left in just his cloth cape, his jewelry and adornments sitting on a counter, you took his hands and guided them to help you remove your own.
His eyes did not meet yours a he removed hair pins and braids, necklaces and rings, except your newly placed wedding ring. Namor knelt before you and took your foot, methodically untying and slipping off your sandals. When he stood before you you cupped his cheek, relishing in how he leant into your touch. Now that you had both shed the jewelry and markers of your status, you were just a man and woman, wife and husband, on your wedding night.
"Show me how much you'll love me K'uk'ulkan and I will show you the same," You whispered as you pressed up close to him. His eyes grew darker with the realization of what you were asking him. He held your gaze, asking for your permission. When you nodded Namor leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
It was all consuming and held none of the tentative nature of the past week. He pulled you firmly against him, his tongue meeting your own, pulling moans from you in a way that you had never experienced before. When you finally had to come up for air he tilted his forehead against your own. Both of you were panting from the passion of it. You had worried for a moment that any intimacy with the king would trigger you, but now a giddy smile spread across your face.
"If you had kissed me like that before I might have married you the day we went to the council," You teased, pulling back to gaze at Namor, arms slipping down his chest. With a smooth movement you unclasped his cape and pushed it off his shoulders. He stood before you now, golden and naked except for the shorts that didn't hide anything now that he had truly had a taste of you.
Namor let out a full laugh at your teasing and as usual was not at all concerned with his physical nakedness. He grabbed at your skirt in an attempt to help you out of it but you skipped away from his grasp and dove into the nest of bedclothes and pillows. You couldn't help but laugh out loud as Namor followed you into the bed and tickled your sides. You both laughed and wrestled until you were out of breath laying next to each other, staring fondly into each others eyes.
"You are beautiful, in reina," Namor whispered as he turned onto his side and leant his head on his hand. His other hand reached over to your shoulder closest to him. Gently, he pulled your short dress sleeve off your shoulder and began kissing your skin slowly and sensually. You allowed yourself to sink into the soft feeling of his lips on your skin. It wasn't until Namor moved so that he was nearly on top of you, kissing your neck that you began having flash backs.
You knew this wasn't the same, you knew that this was Namor, your husband and not M'baku. But your breathing came faster, and you couldn't stop yourself from shoving Namor off you. He did not protest but instead sat up and away, his hands up in an appeasing stance, "In yakunaj, I'm sorry, I was moving too fast."
You fought back the sob that was tearing its way up your throat. Namor didn't deserve this, "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I know it's not the same but I just got lost. I'm sorry, Namor."
You buried your head in your hands, shoulders weighed down in defeat. But the hesitant touch of his hand on your shoulder made you look up. He wasn't angry or even annoyed. His gaze was soft as he gestured for you to come into his arms. The King pulled you practically on top of him in a warm embrace. You clung to him, listening to his heart beat while your own finally slowed down.
"Do not be sorry, in yakunaj, it has not been long since it happened," Namor kissed your temple, "Let us sleep for now."
You nodded against his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent surrounded you, masculine and clean and fresh. The feel of his strong muscles gently holding you to him did not scare you but instead made you feel secure. In your mind you shook off the memories of that fateful night.
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You don't know what woke you but you found yourself laying next to Namor, staring up at the ceiling and constellations of glow worms. He was tucked into your side with a leg slung over your own. HIs body radiated heat that among the bedding and pillows was making you uncomfortably warm. Without waking him, you managed to shimmy out of your loose dress leaving you in your underwear and a thin tank top.
You sat and looked down at the King, relaxed, sprawled out and sleeping peacefully. It was strange to be here next to him already feeling your affection growing rapidly while also remembering how easily he had taken a life. But a part of you was also angry at the woman for ruining your day. You had been happy, you had fully accepted what was happening and seeing the good in it and her vitriol had marred the celebration. A part of you heard her words, her apprehensions and knew that there was some truth there. It did not escape you that becoming queen to a country you could not even spend more than hour in without a special suit was preposterous. And years of Namor and his people hating the surface world and those who dwelled there made the coupling almost hypocritical. But she was gone, and hopefully with her the rest of the naysayers. She had succeeded however in implanting the feeling of foreboding in the people of both countries.
Everyone had been a bit apprehensive, less exuberant, even as the reception and party continued. How could you blame them when someone had been essentially put to death for treason. M'baku had been sure to defend the act a second time and call for celebrations. But you knew that it would not only be Talokanil that whispered of how ill paired you were with the King. Now that he had shown his cruelty once more you did not doubt that the people of Wakanda would be worried about the alliance.
Your eyes focused on the King who mumbled your name in his sleep and unconsciously grasped at the bedclothes for you. Your heart clenched at how much he had already engrained you into his life that he could tell you weren't next to him. You moved slowly to not disturb him and lay by his side, arm slung across his waist, your leg over his, and your lips to his neck.
When you inhaled the scent of him and felt your skin on his, you knew that you wanted him. His arm pulled you closer and he mumbled again, turning away from you. The supple skin of the King's neck was open to you. You scooted up a little so that you could trace your finger along the edge of his pointed ears and down his neck. Namor shifted slightly but did not wake. You did it again and he hummed to himself. Once more and he pulled you closer with a soft moan.
The desire to tease him took over. You braced your hand on his chest and leaned up. You ran the tip of your tongue along the edge of his pointed ear, then trailed it down, laving at the skin right below his lobe. He moaned in his sleep as you began to nip and suck on his neck. You suckled firmly on his pulse point, wanting to mark him.
You caressed his bare chest, experimentally circling his flat nipples with the tips of your fingers. You peppered kisses from his neck down to his chest then back up to his jaw. You giggled to yourself at the contented sighs that emitted from the still slumbering king. You wondered if he was dreaming. You continued to taste his skin when you noticed that his shorts were tented. The heat pooled between your legs at the sight of it.
You leaned back up towards the King's face and held his chin as you kissed his lips softly. Then again and again until Namor finally reciprocated and deepened the kiss, now awake. As you kissed slowly and built up the passion, you moved your body on top of him, your arms holding you up on either side of his head. His hands were at your waist and you could feel his hard on against your stomach.
Namor pulled away and looked up at you, "In reina, while I do enjoy being woken up like this I worry that you haven't been sleeping."
"I slept, in ajawo, and I woke up to find myself in bed with a very handsome king that I wanted to have my way with," You replied between kisses to every part of his face you could reach. He chuckled at your teasing.
Namor allowed for one more deep kiss before he palmed your cheek and asked for you to wait. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready. I am in no rush if you are uncomfortable."
"I think I'll be fine as long as you stay down there and I stay up here," You smirked at him as you sat up and straddled his waist. He let out a gasp as you rolled your hips against his, brushing your clothed center along the length of his bulge.
You continued to rock your hips you guided Namor's hands beneath your top to cup your breasts. When he rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingers you grinded more firmly. You both moaned breathily as he helped you out of your shirt. Namor sat up and pulled your chest flush to his as he captured your lips.
His hunger was apparent now. The way he nipped at your lips and thrust his tongue into your mouth was making wetness flood between your legs. When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you threw your head back in ecstasy.
"You sound so beautiful, in reina. Hearing you let go while I bring you pleasure. This is how I will love you. This is how I will show you for as long as you let me," Namor whispered his devotions between kisses to your breasts, collar and neck. You cradled his head to your chest, nails trailing through his hair as you rocked against his lap.
"Let me touch you where you need it most, in yakunaj," Namor pleaded for permission and you replied with a strangled affirmation. When his hand slipped between your legs, shoved your underwear aside, and started teasing your clit you moaned his name. You could hear how wet you were from the sound of his fingers teasing your folds and then dipping into your pussy. "Will you love me like this too, my queen? Will you always be this wet for me?"
You mewled as he thrust his fingers into you. You had never felt this way with anyone. As if all your nerve endings were keyed in to every move he made. You were overwhelmed with him. You captured his lips in answer, thrusting your hips against his hand.
"You have all of me, Namor, K'uk'ulkan, in ajawo, in yakunaj," At the use of the epithet you had never said back to him, Namor met your gaze. The softness and affection and desire in his eyes took your breath away. You kissed him, pouring all your trust and care and love into the meeting of lips and tongue. You whispered, "Take me, my love."
Your hands squeezed between the two of you. You found his cock straining against his shorts which were damp from your grinding. You moved his hands and he helped you push his shorts down to release his throbbing cock. Namor laid down at the command of your hand on his chest. His hands found your hips and his eyes did not leave your own as you guided him to your arousal coated center.
You braced yourself with one hand on his chest as you slowly took him inside of you. The both of you gasped and groaned as you fully seated yourself on his hips. He pulled you down to kiss him as you tentatively started to move your hips. Kisses were interrupted by moans as he guided you and built a steady pace. You grappled at his shoulders as he thrust upward impossibly deeper.
You were cheek to cheek as you moved your hips to the rhythm he set, stealing kisses between gasps of pleasure. Nothing mattered now. You were in bed with your husband, taking pleasure and giving it. You admitted to the feelings of love that were bubbling up inside of you so quickly and unexpectedly. Namor, this mighty and cruel king, with eyes soft and touches adoring was yours and you were his.
"In ajawo, I'm close, please," You were nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Overwhelmed by the adoration and the look in his eyes when he pushed you to sit up.
"In reina, show me how you cum," His voice was rough with desire as he thrust into you, the angle making your clit rock against him. You gripped the hands on your hips and squeezed them as your orgasm crested. Namor did not stop his thrusting as you moaned and screamed with the intensity of your pleasure. The wetness between you slickened further as you leant back down to his chest.
Namor held you close as he continued thrusting. The stuttering of his hips was all you needed to know that he was soon going to fill you. You grabbed his face and said against his lips, "Make me yours, K'uk'ulkan. Give me your heir, my love."
Namor practically roared as he came. The heat of his seed inside of you and dripping out from where you were joined was oddly comforting as you both lay limp and satiated. You were both delirious, panting, and unwilling to move. Namor made to move you but you held fast.
He chuckled; deeply, tiredly, but happily. "My love, we should clean up and rest."
You looked up at him with your chin on his chest, "Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"
Namor was amused. He tilted his head in thought then replied, "Nothing urgent. Why?"
"Then we can stay this way and clean up in the morning. I would like to have a bath with my husband, but I would also like to lay here and languish in the evidence of our successful first night as husband and wife," You eyed him suggestively.
"So you have no plan of removing yourself from my cock?" Namor asked, grinding up gently, pulling a soft moan from your lips.
"Not yet. Who knows? Maybe we won't have to worry about an heir if one is sired tonight," You teased him.
"Do you really wish to carry a child?" Namor asked, running his hand up and down your arm in an absentminded caress.
"Isn't that what queens do?" You quipped, nuzzling into him.
"A queen is more than an incubator," Namor insisted.
"But it's expected," You replied, eyes growing heavy as a yawn escaped your mouth.
"I will have you again in the morning, even if you have already fallen with child," Namor said before he too yawned.
"I expect you to," You replied, drifting off to sleep. Namor had no other response as he also fell asleep, clinging to you, married to you, already loving you.
...
In Wakanda, a day after the wedding, a council meeting was called. They were enraged at what M'baku had allowed at the wedding.
"Do you want the people of Talokan to think we support such violence when the Black Panther was gracious enough to spare their King when he too deserved death for his crimes?" One of the council members shot at M'baku forcefully.
Another council member joined, "Do you not think it is an omen to have such blood shed at a wedding? Do we even want this alliance at all?"
"Talokan is strong, we know that, and we cannot be so naive to think that the rest of the world will not eventually come for our vibranium," A female council member sagely added.
"But to encourage such violence? M'baku there should have been proper recourse, a trial, that was unnecessarily cruel," The oldest council member added with a tinge of sadness.
"Unnecessary?" M'baku scoffed, "You would have that filth live after they attempted to kill her in front of us? That was not only treason to Talokan but to Wakanda. They attempted to kill a child of Jabariland. If they had been Wakandan I would have killed them myself."
"Do you hear yourself?!" Shuri finally stood, stepping forward from her place to the side of the council. "You allowed a murder! Encouraged it!"
M'baku stood and faced her, "Do not act holier than thou Princess. You may not have had it in you to kill K'uk'ulkan when you should have. Don't be jealous that I didn't hesitate to protect my own, when you couldn't!"
"You are out of line and have been since you took the throne. Allowing you to rise to power was my mistake," Shuri said solemnly. She eyed the council and sized up M'baku. "I didn't want to do this. But I, the Black Panther, challenge you, M'baku, King of Wakanda for my rightful place as queen."
"Shuri, you cannot defeat me without the powers of the Black Panther," M'baku replied, eyeing the genius woman that he considered a sister.
"We will see. I will not stand by as you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement. Tomorrow I will take the throne back from you, by force," With those parting words Shuri left the council chamber. No one spoke. No one argued. M'baku looked around at the members.
"She has every right to challenge me for the title. It is in her blood, the blood of Bashenga. But one on one, with no powers, she stands no chance," M'baku voiced to the room.
"She is stronger than ever," Okoye spoke, surprising the council, "It is not my place, M'baku, but before this devolves consider that the throne, this palace, has been her home since birth. In her eyes, the legacy of her family sits on her shoulders."
"What are you saying, Okoye?" M'baku asked, ignoring the expectant looks from the council.
"Abdicate the throne. It is that or one of you will die tomorrow. She will go into that fight and show you that she too can show no mercy," Okoye explained.
"Then one of us will die," M'baku said bluntly then waved a dismissal to the council who were speechless.
...
You sat with Namor's head in your lap, hair still damp from the bath. You had spent the last day and night together in bed enjoying each other and not thinking about the outside world. You both only wore robes as there hadn't been much need for anything more unless a maid was dropping off food.
"In yakunaj, do you think I could become like your people?" You asked, tracing the bridge of his nose as he popped a grape into his mouth.
"Our people, in reina. What do you mean become like them?" Namor asked, sitting up feeling that this was an important conversation.
"The way that your mother and the other Talokanil took the potion to become what they are. Do you think I could do that?" You reasoned, "I don't know how it works but it should be the same right. We just have to mix the potion and I can become like them."
"There are a few problems with that. One, that recipe has been lost to time. Two, I do not want you to change. If this is because of the traitors I beg you to remove them from your mind," He grasped your hands tightly, "No one will hurt you, I promise."
"But they are right. How can I be Queen when I cannot even spend time there? Their misgivings are not unfounded, my love. They may have been extreme but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them didn't continue to resent me," You added thoughtfully.
Namor cupped your cheek, a fierceness in his eyes, "If they wish to share the same fate as that other traitor they will voice their opinions. But no one will harm you and you do not need to be among them if they wish to be so disrespectful."
The ferocity of his rage and protectiveness was unsurprising. You kissed his palm and you watched the stress melt away.
"You're getting bristly again, my love. I know this is a sore subject but we should consider a way for me to be part of the people the way a queen should. Maybe develop a better suit or see if Shuri can bio-engineer an herb," You rattled off.
"You would do that?" Namor asked, taking your hand. He was looking at you thoughtfully, as if he was surprised by the measures you were willing to take.
"This may not have been the original plan. But I'm not going to half ass being the queen of a powerful nation next to a god-like husband. I want the Talokanil to respect me and trust me. It will take time to earn it but I can do it," You finished confidently, munching on some fruit. There was an oddly bitter taste to the familiar berry but you paid it no mind. One of the maids had said they were a special harvest for fertility. Who were you to send back a gift just because it was an acquired taste.
"Sour?" Namor asked as he finally stood up and began dressing.
"Bitter," You replied following suit.
"Bare with it, in yakunaj, at least we can say that the maids and farmers are already favoring you. Even I am not allowed to try that fruit as it is reserved for the 'queen to ensure an heir'." Namor chuckled as he pulled some shorts and a longer tunic with open sides.
"That's why I'm eating it, in ajawo. Otherwise I would leave it on my plate the way I do with eggplants," You grimaced at the thought of the purple vegetable. You donned similar clothing to your husband. Shorts, a thick bandeau top, and a lighter cloak-like tunic that was open in the front.
As if you had been doing it all your lives, you helped the other with jewelry, arm and leg adornments, sandals, and for you, braids. Once dressed you stood in front of the obsidian mirror, Namor standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to him. Although your clothes were simple, the vibranium jewelry told of your status. You smiled at your reflections, wondering how you could be so content when your life was completely different than it had been almost two weeks ago.
There was a knock at the entrance way and Namor called out for them to enter. You were both surprised to see Attuma's hulking form rush in.
"What is it?" Namor asked, already feeling the tension.
"The Princess has challenges M'baku for the throne of Wakanda. They are nearly at Warrior Falls now to fight for the crown," Attuma hastily informed the royals.
"No," You breathed out, "We have to stop them."
"It is within her rights to fight for the throne that she allowed him to have," Namor tried to reason, not understanding the gravity of the situation.
"Namor, you don't get it. One of them will die! Shuri will not yield now, not after all she has been through. And Baku? Either he will defend his honor or he will let her kill him. After all that has happened these past couple weeks, those are the only outcomes. They must be stopped," You implored him.
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M'baku dodged a swift thrust and twirl of Shuri's spear. She had already cut his leg and torn a gash into his back. Without her Black Panther powers he had thought she would be an easy foe, but he had underestimated her. Shuri was faster and more blood thirsty than he had ever seen her. There was rage in her eyes and pain that M'baku knew his own mirrored.
"You've become a decent warrior since your brother's passing, he would be proud," M'baku spoke. The brotherly tone he reserved for her was gone. He had told himself he would make her regret challenging him, but it finally occurred to him that he may lose the throne. The only thing he really had left to lose.
"You don't deserve to talk about my brother," Shuri shot back as she landed a hard punch into M'baku's side, making him stumble. "He would be ashamed that he trusted you if he saw what you've done."
"I did what was necessary!" M'baku roared as he tackled Shuri into the water.
"Was violating your dearest friend necessary?!" Shuri shot back, hitting an internal wound that made M'baku see red.
They tumbled and fought for dominance and when he had her pinned to the ground he met her eyes and saw a different set looking back at him. Suddenly, his mind flashed to darkness, being in bed, laying on top of someone and holding them down. His ears rang with cries and pleas for help.
Shuri took her moment and palmed a sharp rock and stabbed it into M'baku's shoulder as she leveraged him off of herself. He yelled as she twisted the rock and pushed him to the ground. M'baku was shaking the memories from his mind, anger and disgust bubbling up within himself. Shuri stood above him with a sword in her hand, swinging from over her head.
It was like time stood still as he watched her heavy blade swing through the air. Shuri, his adopted sister, angry tears leaking from her eyes as she lent the killing blow. Shuri who should have taken the throne to begin with. Shuri who was the Black Panther and the rightful ruler of Wakanda. Shuri who needed to release this rage before it consumed her.
M'baku closed his eyes.
"No Shuri!" Your familiar voice rang out as Namor dropped you from the air and you landed just in time to stop Shuri's blade with your own.
Shuri roared and broke the connection of your blades before lifting her own to point at you. Namor dropped down next to you but stood in a defensive position. "You shouldn't have come. This has nothing to do with you. These are Wakandan affairs!"
"These are family affairs, Shuri. Did you think that my marrying into Talokan would stop me from protecting my family?" You shot back. Your hands were shaking with emotion but you ignored it.
"You have interrupted a sacred ceremony. Or have you already forgotten our traditions in the face of new ones involving barbaric sacrifice?" Shuri raged.
"Like this is any better? Shuri, please, we can talk this out. There doesn't need to be any blood shed," You tried to appease her, lowering your weapon. Behind you Namor helped M'baku to his feet.
"According to the rules of ritual combat, outside intervention in favor of one candidate is cause for forfeit. M'baku son of the Jabari Tribe, you have forfeited your right to the throne. Shuri, daughter of T'chaka, the Black Panther, you are now queen of Wakanda," A council member's voice boomed across the cliffs.
"Wait! No that isn't fair," You pleaded. You turned to M'baku who shook his head.
"They are right. You saved me from certain death but I lose the crown. It is how it has always been," M'baku's voice was weary and blood dripped from his body and mixed with the water.
"Shuri," You turned to the new queen who was already gathering her weapons, "Were you really going to kill M'baku?"
When Namor had flown you towards the falls you had been surprised to see the rage and blood lust that your two friends displayed. It sent shivers down your spine and made you cling to your husband. The king had encouraged you to watch the fight unravel, explaining to you that the two needed to release their pent up pain and grief. But at the sight of Shuri about to kill M'baku, you had immediately went to his defense.
"You are welcome to come to the medi-bay in my lab to get cleaned up. M'baku will need some medical attention," Shuri avoided your question and led the way.
"Shuri, this isn't like you," You called out to her. You ignored the dizziness that was blurring your vision.
Shuri turned to look at you, scoffing at first but then looking concerned. You met her gaze just as you blacked out.
...
You woke in the medi-bay, groggy, with an IV and a monitor stuck to your chest. You ripped everything off, setting off a soft alarm as you sat up on the examination table. You had a headache and your mouth was dry but you felt decently rested and the bitter taste in your mouth that had lingered since breakfast was finally gone.
Namor ran into the room and took you into his arms. He peppered your face with kisses and checked you over, "In reina, you need to rest. Why did you take off the monitors?"
"Namor, what happened? Why am I here?" You asked as the King helped you back onto the table.
Shuri appeared, lab coat and casual clothes on, like she hadn't just won the crown, "The Talokanil are still after your life. Someone tried to poison you before you were even married a week."
"Wait, who would do that? The ones serving us, you trusted them," You turned to Namor who looked guilty and ashamed.
"I did and I shouldn't have. They have already been dealt with. Namora and Attuma sent word yesterday that the one's responsible were sentenced to death for treason. In yakunaj, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should have been more careful," Namor held your hands in his and bent his head down in shame.
"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" You looked between Shuri and Namor.
"It's been four days since the ritual combat. M'baku is fine. He has taken a voluntary banishment to Jabariland for the foreseeable futue," Shuri replied, answering your unasked question.
"Four days? Banishment?" You mumbled to yourself.
"The poison was in the fruit that was brought to us that morning. The one I wasn't allowed to eat. I never thought they would go that far," Namor cupped your face and the slight watering of his eyes tore at your heart.
You pressed your forehead to his and gripped his hands, "I am alright, in ajawo. I feel fine, whatever they did didnt' work."
"It didn't work because you happened to be here in Wakanda and one of the Dora who's expertise is in poisons recognized your symptoms. If she hadn't been able to treat you as quickly as she had you would be dead," Shuri spoke bluntly as she looked down upon you. Her eyes roamed your joined hands and the obvious intimacy with the Talokan King.
"And we will forever be in your debt. I do not know what would have happened if we hadn't been here in Wakanda," Namor had stood and was bowing to the Princess who only made a fist at her side.
"Do you care about her Namor?" Shuri was blunt, her tone severe.
Namor was taken aback at the vitriol but replied honestly, "I love her."
"You would do anything for the people you love, right Namor?" Shuri asked, glancing at you as you sat up.
"I would. What do you really want to ask?" Namor felt his stomach sinking as he watched Shuri approach you. She examined you and you let her.
"She is healthy and safe now but you cannot guarantee to me that one of ours, that my friend will be safe in your care. That much has been made obvious. Truthfully, and you know this, I didn't want an alliance between Wakanda and Talokan. So I ask you, Namor, King of Talokan, for the safety of the one you love and her future, will you annul this marriage to maintain the alliance?" Shuri's question left you both speechless.
"Shuri, what are you talking about?" You asked, now scared of what the new Queen of Wakanda had in mind. "Our marriage was made to maintain the alliance."
"Under M'baku it was. But now the conditions have changed. To ensure your safety I will not let him take you. That was M'baku's last request of me before he took his banishment. He said to make sure you were safe and that you would not be harmed again," Shuri paced slowly, "That is why, Namor, to ensure that Wakanda and Talokan remain allies, we request the return of our own. This farce of a marriage will end and your people can go about their lives without worrying about the surface. Unless, of course, war comes for either of us and we will aid each other."
Namor was silent, his jaw clenched as he watched the Princess pace languidly. He turned to you with a stormy look on his face, that dissipated as he took in the sight of you, remembering why you were brought there. The King stepped closer and took your hands in his, "In reina, the princess, no, the Queen is right."
"In yakunaj, don't say that," You held his face in your hands and then turned to Shuri, "This isn't right."
"What isn't right is that your life has been in jeopardy twice since you married less than a week ago," Shuri snapped.
"That wasn't his fault!" You ground out in frustration, standing from the hard bed.
Shuri stepped forward, raising a hand to stop Namor who tried to speak, "The great K'uk'ulkan, the man who nearly wiped out Wakanda and killed my mother! His job was to protect you and he couldn't. This is your out. You never wanted to get married, I know you. You wanted to live freely and explore the outreaches and make your mark. Not languish away in the ocean in a country that hates you and a king you don't love!"
"But I do love him!" You yelled, tears fell quickly after. "I do love him, Shuri. It doesn't make sense but I do. I want to be his queen. I want to be his wife, even if I'm in danger."
Namor moved forward and embraced you, kissing your temple and whispering words of comfort and love. Shuri looked on, surprised at the tenderness and the resolution in your words. Her eyes hardened.
"Then I suggest you go and don't come back," Shuri backed away and turned towards the doors, "Namor can return for diplomatic meetings and planning, but you are banished from Wakanda. Stay in the ocean where you so wish to be. Leave my lab and go straight back to your new home. You are no longer a part of Wakanda."
"Shuri," You breathed out, shocked.
"Leave. When I can forgive you for abandoning your home I will send word. But do not expect it to be soon," Then she left through the doors.
"In reina," Namor whispered as your legs gave out and he caught you. Your sobs rang out through the medi-bay.
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The Power of Ritual and Ceremony
A ceremony is a unified ritualistic event with a purpose, usually consisting of a number of artistic components, performed on a special occasion. Ritual and ceremony are an essential and basic means for human beings to convey to themselves and to others the necessary messages which enable them to maintain their humanity. They communicate acceptance, love, esteem, a sense of identity and purpose, shared values and beliefs, and shared memorable events. Every ritual contains tender and numinous moments. And in those moments of transcendence we are taken out of the normal flow of life, and out of our routines. We are then in an event that is unique, irreplaceable and sacred. In ritual we participate in something deep and significant. They are moments which move our heart and touch our soul.
Ritual and ceremony are essential for a healthy and balanced personal and communal life. Many persistent personal and social problems can be linked to the lack of ritual and ceremony. The late Joseph Campbell, one of the great mythologists of the twentieth century, asserted that the level of civilized behavior in a society is directly linked to the practice of ceremonies and rites of passage. Rituals and ceremonies reduce tension, anxiety and stress, produce deeper self-awareness, and connect us to our community. They are a vehicle for belonging--to a family, to a people, and to the land. Both reconnect us with our deepest core values and our highest vision of who we are and why we are here.
Ritual and ceremony nourish our spirits and our psyches. They heal the deep wounds in us that are unseen and unspoken. Ceremonials offer us a deeper healing solution to complex dilemmas that plague modern life, those problems that lie beneath the surface, waiting to erupt. When the soul is in a state of discontent, conflict and discord, these conditions manifest in our daily life's events as dissonance, confusion, ill health and misfortune. Conversely, when our soul is in a state of peace and harmony, these qualities manifest in our life as ease and acceptance, caring and accord with the world around us. From an shamanic perspective, the restoration of one's soul contributes to the restoration of the collective soul of humanity.
Ritual vs Ceremony
Ritual and ceremony are two distinct practices used to engage the powers of the unseen world to effect specific changes in the visible world. Ceremony is a formal act or set of acts designed to celebrate, honor or acknowledge what is. Ceremony is used to strengthen or restore the status quo, grounding people in the natural order of things and/or deepening communal relationships. Ritual is a formal act or set of acts designed to cause a change in what is--to change or transform the status quo.
Ritual and ceremony are a universal way to address the spirit world and provide some kind of fundamental change in an individual's consciousness or in the ambience of a gathering. They may involve prayers, chanting, drumming, dancing, anointing, as well as rites of passage. Both are designed to engage the spirit world in helping us to do what we are unable to do for ourselves. The power of ritual and ceremony is they marry the mundane to the sacred. Without the connection to the powers of the spirit world, neither is an effective tool for initiating change. By creating effective ritual and ceremony, we can skillfully engage Spirit in the processes we are involved in like healing, therapy or actualizing our goals.
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Humble Consecration
nashuri smut | 2/2 | 11.4k words | @nashurifamilyweekend firsts | ao3
It was often gossiped amongst Talokan’s subjects that their king was more devoted to his queen than to the gods.
While Aj’K’uk’ulkan faithfully performed his duties to appease their gods, it was clear that his true devotion was to his wife, Queen Shuri of Wakanda. When he offered generous amounts of jade ornaments to a particular temple, his wife would soon be spotted wearing twice the amount in the form of jewelry. While religious feasts and festivals have always been adequately elaborate, there was a distinct bump in lavishness for his wife’s birthday celebrations. What is worse is that when he would perform important religious ceremonies that would require days of his attention, he became seemingly careless and distant to which he would later apologize and confess that the distraction came from the ache in his heart of missing his wife.
It was after this that his head shaman decided to try and tactfully warn him. They counseled him to not get ahead of himself lest he incur the wrath of a jealous, bitter god. Yet he merely laughed them off—is he not Aj’K’uk’ulkan? The great feathered serpent god that brought the sun to his people? There is nothing he cannot overcome.
Yet he cannot deny some truth in the gossip. It was not that he did not believe in his gods—it’s more that he truly believes his wife deserves worship as much as any of his gods.
He came to this conclusion when she told him that she was finally pregnant with his child. He remembers falling upon his knees at the revelation, the faint beat of a little heart echoing loudly in his sensitive ears—the sweetest music he has ever heard. At last, his tireless devotion to her—in both body and soul—has gifted him a joyous blessing beyond comparison.
For nine long months, Namor pampered, fawned and doted upon his beautiful wife. No request was too small or arduous for the devoted husband—he would be her most faithful worshiper.
When Shuri’s hands and feet swelled up painfully, he would generously massage her body with luxurious oils and soft creams for hours—meticulously scouring for each knotted muscle and stiff joint until even years-old aches faded away.
When she would wake him up in the middle of the night whining about an obscure food craving,he would personally prepare the food himself—Melted chocolate on fried tuna? Dried seaweed dipped in honey? His stomach would shudder at the sight but it would be all worth it seeing the delight in her eyes.
When he caught her with tears as she struggled to zip up a dress due to her expanded waist, Namor enlisted every seamstress he could find in their kingdoms to create a whole new wardrobe fit not for a queen—but a living goddess. As scandalous as it might be, that is truly how he saw her.
For how else could he explain the happiness she brought into his life? She must be divine as each day is a blessing in her presence.
Until one morning, during a visit to the Wakandan markets, Namor spies an approaching Attuma in the crowded streets. It seems like they weren’t the only family who decided to attend the markets today. In his arms, Zolani waves excitedly, while beside him Shuri gestures his general over. Attuma looks exhausted yet content, with a battalion of children excitedly chattering around him. All of his children. A strange envy curls in Namor’s gut—not unlike the gnawing ache he is familiar with. Okoye and Attuma had triplets—on their first try. Twins on their second. He finally spies Okoye waddling in the back, heavy with their first single (and allegedly, final) child. He can only assume their marriage bed must be spun out of cloth blessed by Ix Chel’s moonlight.
“Nicté! Nicté!” Zolani calls out excitedly to the middle child of Attuma’s bunch. The only girl amongst all the boys. With his daughter squirming to go them, Namor carefully puts her on the ground but holds onto her arm to whisper a reminder to be on her best behavior and not to wander too far. Zolani nods quickly—half listening. Placing a soft kiss on her head he lets his daughter go and watches her zoom into the crowd of children that greets her enthusiastically.
It is at this moment, he spies a faraway look upon Shuri’s face—one full of yearning. Yearning for what? He traces her gaze that lands upon Okoye, who was rubbing her round belly with a grimace. Subconsciously, Shuri brushes her own hand over her belly—ah. Namor smiles softly, nudging her, “Go to them.”
“But I haven’t paid for our purchases—”
“I’ll handle it. I know how much you adore their children.”
Shuri beams at him, giving him a small peck on the cheek in appreciation before following after their daughter, greeting the children and their parents with a bright grin. With a knowing smile, Okoye offers her belly to her queen and Shuri gently places a hand on it, excited to feel the life within. Namor watches on with the stirring ache in his gut—the picture of his wife with a bountiful bunch of children around her just seemed right. More than right. Necessary.
It takes a moment before the wheels begin to spin in his head, causing the ground to shift beneath his feet and the air to be driven out of his lungs. The world around him blurs into a haze as he pictures the children around his wife with slightly sharper ears and winged feet. It all snaps into place.
He wants a child—another one. Of course! How could he be so blind to the obvious?
He was so caught up in the joy of his firstborn that he did not even consider having a second. Yet as Zolani grew older, more independent, he could no longer deny his squirming desire. He wants another baby to cherish and adore. He wants to see Shuri swell once more. He wants to watch his daughter doting upon their younger sibling with a bright smile. He wants this—and more. He quivers in anticipation.
Not only at the prospect of having another little one but once again delighting in the challenge of impregnating his wife. Not that their sex life was any less active—even with the balancing act of running two kingdoms and raising a child, they still find time to partake in carnal delights with each other during the week. Yet there was something a little different about trying for a baby. He can remember the memories so delightfully.
He remembers whispering obscene promises of filling her as he folds her in half, fucking her within an inch of her life. His cock pounds her cunt mercilessly and her walls clenched so sweetly as she knows that his words are no longer just fantasy, but reality. He recalls the primal satisfaction that flooded in his mind as he finished deep inside her, knowing that it is within possibility that he will give her the baby they desire. He will be the reason she swells so perfectly—her round belly and swollen tits will be physical proof of his devotion towards her. His worship. Yet he will still fuck her and fill her again, and again and—
“Baba, where’s my brother?”
“Hmm?”
It seems that in all his lewd daydreaming, he did not realize that his daughter returned to his side with a newly acquired ice cream cone in hand. Namor blinks. It seems that Shuri has spent the rest of their market money on acquiring all the children some treats from the snack stall. His daughter licks the sugary treat, oblivious to her father’s lecherous thoughts.
“Nicté has many brothers—and I have none.”
Namor smiles softly—Oh his sweet, spoiled daughter. If Zolani wants a sibling, who was he to deny her?
“Would a little sister do?”
Zolani shrugs, “Can’t I have both?”
Both. Yes, both would be good. He chuckles to himself—his daughter is a genius. Truly her mother’s daughter.
“Baba, you are making a weird face.”
He pats her head before catching Shuri’s question eye with a knowing look.
Tonight, he vows, a sibling for his daughter and a baby for his wife.
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Solar Court Common Things:
Magic amulets and talismans are common BUT with the caveat that they can only be given as gifts. If you buy an amulet of wealth for yourself, you're likely to lose your fortune. If you buy a charm for luck in love, you're sure to have you heart broken.
(In the Night Court, this is why Rhysand forces Feyre to retrieve his mother's ring from the Weaver - he can't ask for it back, because it was given as a gift from his mother to the Weaver. It has to be "earned." This is also why Illyrians can't wear siphons until after they complete the Blood Rite.)
In Day and Dawn, it is common to preform rites and clean the graveside of your ancestors. The Night Court does not widely preform ancestral worship, and bodies are often ceremonial burned, along with treasured possessions or offerings.
Illyrians have their own language and commonly burn incense - they have elaborate cleansing rituals for homes and dwelling places. Despite their wings, they are non nomadic. They do not worship the Mother, but believe in animism, and have shamans rather than priestesses. Killing and preparing animals for food sources is also semi-ritualized, as they believe that each animal has its own soul and must be killed "properly" or its spirit will haunt whomever consumes it. The Wind is the most revered of all spirits, as it allows Illyrians to fly.
Illyrian magic is largely dependent on their physical bodies. Apart from rare abilities like Az, most do not possess the type of magic that is common to Prythian, which is metaphysical in nature. Siphons are a way to store, channel, and release the magic naturally generated by their bodies on a day to day basis.
Azriel is sort of an "embodiment of darkness." He may have had an affinity for the same kind of dark magic that Rhys uses, but he was also "chosen" by the magic to BECOME a living shadow. This is often why he feels insecure and distant from his friends and loved ones. He's literally not made of the same stuff as they are. His entire existence works differently because, in his darkest hour, the darkness started talking back.
Thesan awakens powerful healing magic as High Lord but the true magical affinity of Dawn is timeweaving. (After all, what cures all wounds?) This nearly lost due to the destruction of the previous High Lord's bloodline and it is unknown if Thesan can manifest this ability or not.
Helion’s power can more accurately be described as control of "aether", or the material that makes up the known universe. He was a competent cursebreaker before becoming High Lord, but he's now essentially immune to all forms of magical manipulation and can easily shatter illusions, truly living up to his nickname "Spell-cleaver."
Dawn Court males commonly wear makeup and it's traditional for them to approach females and take initiative in setting up marriage contracts. It is the most industrialized, since it's natural magic is so rare.
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Be that person who demands a more kind, peaceful, and compassionate world that doesn’t leave evolution any other option when leading by the power of your own living example.
Be that person who reaches in for nourished support, while reaching out to those who have forgotten their hearts as the source of eternal sustenance.
Be that person who fearlessly meets conflict with curiosity, daring to ask more questions, instead of making assumptions about the paths only other people’s feet have walked.
Be that person who transcends the ugliest of circumstances by showing there is no single moment absent of the beauty of our true enlightened form.
Be that person who builds a living relationship with the nature of divinity, no matter how often the seasons of change move through your field.
Be that person who holds no expectation over another person’s head, while maintaining an uncanny degree of ethical worthiness for how you will and won’t allow yourself to be treated.
Be that person who meets the venom of negativity as the defense mechanism of a snake afraid to part with known realities by shedding another layer of skin. When seeing the operating system fear hides in, a bite of venom becomes cleansing medicine instead of poison within the wisdom of a shamanic heart.
Be that person who turns turbulence into transition and sadness into a celebration. Much like a song initially only your heart can sing or hear, written by the lyrics of each tragedy survived, that brings other radiant souls towards you to share in the mutual glory of a mission fulfilled.
Be that person who measures achievement by the deeper qualities each moment cultivates in you, whether demonstrated with immaculate precision or still being brought to the surface by the moments in view.
Be that person who remains an ally to the innocence in every heart with the intuitive discernment to know how to hold space for the healing of others without being a place for anyone’s unprocessed pain to hide.
Be that person who cannot be manipulated into taking sides in a battle only molded by the hands of greed. For whenever sides are taken, the ‘I versus you’ or ‘us against them’ ensures no one will be that person who brings greed to justice -- a justice only served when each of us dare to be that person -- together as one.
Be that person who leaves this planet with the most breathtaking garden of insight to discover, grown from the seeds you so intentionally planted by insisting there is more to life than a rhythm of loss and gain.
Be that person, who becomes the person, no longer hiding within you, but brought to the surface for the unending joyful benefit of a world still afraid or unaware of that person deep within themselves.
Hear the peaceful rumble like the drumming of sacred ceremony echoing throughout all directions and corners of Mother Earth. It is an interconnection of light beings mindfully assembling for the salvation of our planet. It is a movement of progress only set into greater motion when that person dares to step forward. As each of us answer this call to be that person, it is only then when we the people can be heard, acknowledged, and respected by the reciprocity of collective progress. Welcome to the Love Revolution.
All for life. All for light. All for love,
Matt Kahn
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Responsible Actions Wisdom Conversation
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Monster Girl Mirabel Au!
Alma was cursed by the jealous shaman girl who fell in love Pedro which reject her love proposal due he consider her as friend not much.
Shaman girl told that the curse she cast on Alma is the curse that will transform her offspring turn into monster each day. The only the way to break curse is to show how much she accept them as much as she love Pedro with her heart.
As time pass by, after Pedro death, there no sign of transformation of her kids. She thought the shaman girl was prank her that was until Mirabel ceremony happen. Mirabel didn't receive gift, Bruno disappeared, Alma blame her for that and she thought Mirabel was the source of magic problem.
In the next morning, little Mirabel woke up as centaur. She was happy, she thought she has gift and show her to her family. Which make even worse, Alma reminder of the curse and want to lock Mirabel in the house so that she won't ruin Madrigal reputation. Thanks to Agustin and Julieta stuborness and determined to protect youngest daughter, Alma give up and allowed Mirabel roam free and helped the community.
Mirabel will transform into random monster on each day. For example, Mirabel turn into centaur on first day. The next day, Mirabel turn into Pixie and so on. Mirabel find annoying when she keep transforming each day, at least she find useful depend what monster benefit she become.
REAL 🫢
Look her getting cursed technically wasn’t even her fault. So you can’t really place all the blame on her. BUT. BUT she had a way to avoid it?? And didn’t? Like I know she saw Mirabel she remembered the bs she had to do and just. Didn’t do it⁉️ Screw the reputation, shout out to Julieta and Agustín for standing up for her.
Someone needs to help that poor girl 😨 like yeah, it was cool at first, but now it’s more of an inconvenience.
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5th Ruler and What you Love 💞
The 5th lord or 5th ruler shows what you love. This house is traditionally associated with sign of Leo and thus symbolizes your heart, what touches you most deeply.
The 5th ruler brings heartfelt joy, love, keeps you alive, inspired and refreshed by doing those house things it influences.
5th ruler in 1st : You love children, you love to express yourself through some art like dance, music, painting etc. You are likely to keep a youthful disposition throughout your life.
5th ruler in 2nd: You love money, the things it can buy, you love your family, you love food. You love being heard.
5th ruler in 3rd : You love sibling interactions, cousins, you love to do short trips with partner, you love writing, you love to read, you love playing games and sports.
5th ruler in 4th: You love your mother, family. You love spacious homes, cars, comforts, furniture. You love learning, education. You love gardening.
5th ruler in 5th: You love having fun, watching movies, sports, games. You are in love with love. You love attention, fame, politics, celebrities and fashion.
5th ruler in 6th: You love exercise, diets, nutrition, small pets, your uncles and relatives. You love to compete, so sports and adventure. You love working on your inspirations as well
5th ruler in 7th: You love to form relationships, you love your husband/wife, you love public and getting famous, you love foreign travels, bureaucrats, foreign relations, international politics, doing business and shopping.
5th ruler in 8th: You love crime novels, detective stories, crime movies, fiction books, occult, astrology, metaphysics, psychology, medicine, trauma healing, shamanism, reseach and investigation, complex mathematics.
5th ruler in 9th: You love long travels, foreign journeys, your father, attending ivy league universities, flight trips, religious ceremonies, weddings (where you can dress as per culture), foreign music and movies, grandparents, elders, you love commitments, philosophy and spirituality.
5th ruler in 10th: You love working on creative projects, you love status and authority, you love being known for your work, you love politics, power and ambition, you love your public image.
5th ruler in 11th: You love your friends, elder siblings, socializing, networking, attending conferences, seminars, you love joining groups, social organizations, social media, you love the stock market, gains, your father's siblings.
5th ruler in 12th: You love solitude, watching movies in your bed in dark, web series, you love making love, sex, you love imagining things, contemplating, spirituality, God, romance, past lives, music, and reading literature.
For Readings -DM
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Koi Fish (Oni × Namora)
Cont. Of Water Lily
Link to Water Lily
The next day, Oni returned to the river's edge a little before sunset, as promised.
The vieled woman was on the verge of tears and exhausted as she searched for Namora.
Working at the Temple of Bast and preparing for Shuri's coronation ceremony had been tedious and hard.
She had expected that.
What she hadn't expected was arguing with Cebisa over every little decision she made and then being demanded to head the entire ceremony while wearing her late father's attire.
For tradition.
Because tradition was more important than how she felt.
And she was doing Wakanda a huge disservice by not stepping into her father's shoes upon her return from exile.
That was enough to make her leave the temple and ignore the panicked cries of everyone who had watched their argument unfold.
Cebisa had always been a maternal or aunt-like person to her. But there was always this struggle for the woman to see the priestess as a human at times.
A lot of people struggled with it.
They saw her as an extention to their diety.
A hollow shell that should do as they thought to make Bast happy.
They took her vows and made them extremely difficult to follow and made no room for growth. Most times, they often forgot she had feelings.
It didn't help that she wasn't allowed to act on them.
If she had enemies from the outside world, they'd be overcome with anger.
But if they were were her enemies, somehow she was at fault and they could never hold themselves accountable.
Just like today.
They were so busy huffing and puffing about the aesthetics of her looking like the former shaman, instead of thinking about how dressing up like her dead father would trigger her.
How doing any of this was taking a toll on her, and how she wished they could just let her do things her way for once.
It didn't always have to be around tradition, did it?
"Namora." She called out softly as she slowly got into the cool water, trying her hardest not to cry.
Tears began to fall down her veiled face as she moved into waist deep water and watched the feathered warrior's head emerge from the water.
Namora's soft expression quickly morphed into one of concern when she realized the priestess was sobbing and falling apart.
"Yuum k'iino'." She whispered as she allowed the woman to hug her tight and weep. "Ba'ax úuch?"
The warrior's eyes burned with tears as Oni continued to cry and cling to her. Her arms slipped around her as she hugged her back.
Her heart was breaking at the sight of her sobbing, and her mind was burning with questions.
Who hurt her?
Why was she crying?
How could she gut someone without breaking the treaty?
She rubbed the priestess' back soothingly, refocusing on the vieled woman as a muffled sob caught her attention.
She was still trying to remain silent in her distress again, but the shaking of each sob made each one clear.
Namora let out a soft sigh as she gently pulled her back so she could cup her face through her veil.
"Ba'ax úuch, in lool?"
Oni struggled to activate her translator on her kimoyo beads on her wrist before careful azure hands moved down to help her.
Once the system was up, Namora gave the priestess a firm look as she cupped her veiled face once more.
"Tell me what happened and who I need to drown."
Oni couldn't stop herself from laughing through her tears. "Namora-"
"-You laugh. But I am serious." She huffed. "I want names and faces."
"You cannot drown them." She sniffled with a soft chuckle. "It's how they are."
"The council-?"
"No. Cebisa and the people who work in the temple with me."
"Cebisa..."
"She yelled at you when we sparred in front of everyone the second time."
Namora's frown deepened at the memory. "They made you cry?"
"Yes." Oni held her aching head. "It has been a long day."
"This is more than a long day."
"I think I could have managed. I just wasn't expecting them to bring up my father."
"Why did they bring him up?"
"Apparently, the people want me to wear Utata's ceremonial robes for Shuri's coronation ceremony."
Namora's eyes widened before darkening like the world during an eclipse.
"Take me to them."
"No."
"Why not?"
"You'll hurt them."
"They made you cry."
"They're still dear to me, despite making me cry." Oni looked down with a sniffle. "My heart would break beyond repair if I had to endure anyone else dying."
Namora's gaze softened before she pulled off her rebreather. "Then you will come with me and stay the night."
"Where?"
"It's a surprise." She held out the rebreather.
Oni gently took it and put it on behind her veil.
Once it was secure, Namora held out her hand.
Dark brown fingers gently intertwined with azure ones before they both slipped underwater.
Namora began to swim, pulling the priestess along.
Oni swam to lessen the pull, looking around at all the fish and plants growing in the river.
They journeyed through a few dark tunnels before resurfacing in a medium pond that was near a waterfall that flowed into another river in the distance. The land around the pond was lush and green, overgrown with trees, vines, and wildflowers. The golden light of sinking sun flooded the area, giving everything it touched an ethereal glow.
The most breathtaking part of the scenery were the water lilies that floated around them with lily pads of varying sizes.
There were even a few Amazon water lilies.
Namora watched her inspect one of the small white blossoms with hesitant fingers before touching a large pink blossom.
"How..." Oni breathed out.
"I found some and brought a few here."
"Namora, these grow on the other side of the world."
"You like them, so I got them." Namora shrugged. "This pond is your sanctuary."
"Sanctuary?" Oni blinked.
"Yes. I wanted you to have a place that was uncharted and desolate. Somewhere you could find peace. So, I made you a pond."
"You made a pond?"
"Yes."
"How did you make a pond!?"
"Don't worry about the specifics. Just enjoy it." Namora looked around. "I think it is fitting for a diety." She tilted her head. "Kind of like a shrine."
Oni blinked. "I-I am not a diety. I am the vessel of one."
"To Wakanda, yes. To me, you are more." Namora furrowed her eyebrows as she pondered over her words. "Your temple people... they do not speak to you. They speak at you." She looked up at the priestess. "They do not see you as I see you."
"How do you see me?"
"You are like a breath of fresh air after holding one's breath for too long. You make me lightheaded and there is always a yearning for more." Namora offered as her cheeks began to tint purple. "You are strong and striking like the wind, but there is a softness to you. A sweetness that you hide and reserve for those you care for. Like the kiss of a gentle breeze while one sits in the sun." Namora continued. "You are multifaceted behind your veil. Even if the world cannot see you, I will always see you." She breathed out as the priestess watched her. "The way your anger burns everything down like a wildfire. The way your joy can brighten up an entire room. The way your grief feels like a storm." She gently touched her chest. "I feel you."
"You speak as if you're enamored."
She offered the tiniest shrug before looking at a lily. "You loved a flower you could not see or have without envying those who had access to it freely." Namora trailed her fingers over the pink petals. "Am I not allowed to like water lilies too?"
Oni felt her face burn as she meditated over her response in silence.
Namora was a sight to behold in the golden light.
She wasn't in her armor or donning her headdress, like usual.
Instead, she was dressed in a fiery orange gown with touches of red, white, and black that flowed around her as she moved her legs. Very reminiscent of koi fish Oni had seen while in exile.
"Yuum k'iino'."
"Mm?"
"You asked about my name... but I never asked about yours." Namora refocused on her. "What does it mean?"
"Ah. Well. My father searched up many names from different cultures. He had always enjoyed the many cultures of the world when he was a war dog... and well... he loved the idea of having a name with multiple meanings depending on who you asked." Oni looked up at the sky as she recalled her father explaining her name to her when she was younger. "It gives one the option of picking the meaning of their own name."
"What meanings does your name have?"
"Oni can mean God has favored me... or to be born on holy ground. Or..." She fell silent as her mind replayed her father's death.
"Or?"
"It can mean demon."
Namora stared at her. "Demon?"
"Yes." Oni met her gaze. "I was ill when I was born, and Bast blessed me by healing me and choosing me to be her vessel." She lowered her gaze behind her veil. "But after my father passed, I earned the title of Demon of Wakanda."
"You do not look like a demon to me."
"Because I am not covered in blood and trying to kill you."
"I have sparred with you. It would be an honor to see you in such a light."
Oni could only swallow as she watched Namora allow herself to sink until only her eyes were above the surface.
Her gills on her neck fluttered for air, and her skin regained a warm tan hue.
Vows.
Vows.
Remember the vows.
Oni turned around to escape the intensity of her gaze before allowing herself to slip below the water's surface.
The water cooled her heated skin as she allowed herself to slip below the lily pads with her veil and dress floating up around her.
Namora watched her from above with soft eyes, watching locs of twisted hair peek out from under her lifted veil before she settled on the pond floor.
Oni lifted her hands to fix her veil before a pair of warm hands caught her wrists.
She lifted her head to see Namora had torn a piece of her dress to blindfold herself.
Oni couldn't refrain from laughing softly as the warrior floated downward, upside down.
Her dress floated around her like a roaring flame.
"Is this amusing?" Namora did her best not to smile at the warmth of her mirth.
"Not in a bad way." She smiled as she cupped the warrior's face. "You're very clever, but I can't believe you tore your dress."
Namora hummed softly. "It's worth it if I can be in your presence when you are unveiled." She reached her hands out blindly. "This is okay, right?"
"Mhm." Oni smiled as she pulled her closer and rested her forehead to hers before closing her eyes.
They held onto each other, enjoying the sounds of the world around them.
Namora slowly rotated upside right, gasping softly as her lips brushed against something soft.
Before she could say anything, a soft, warm, and flexible pressure was pressed against her mouth.
Her hands blindly attempted to map out what her lips were against, but her wrists were captured.
The membrane of the rebreather contoured to their lips as they pulled each other closer.
The warrior's heart pounded in her ears as the priestess pressed her forehead to hers.
"Do not tempt me further, Namora."
The warrior shivered as her hands slid down her sides, panting softly as her hands memorized her body through her dress.
The warmth of the priestess vanished after a bit of groping and nuzzling. And as hard as the warrior tried not to voice her displeasure, a soft note betrayed her as it sounded in the back of her throat.
Oni looked down at the blindfolded warrior before smiling behind her veil.
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Hi friends! I'm taking a little break from blogging while I work through the aftermath of the care agency drama, which has led to me having some severe emotional meltdowns over the last two weeks. I have a couple of rambly announcements under the cut.
I've been focusing most of my energy on my solo roleplaying, so I'm creating my party of adventurers and several of their friends, relatives and recurring NPCs as TS2 sims, as a light-hearted side hood that's purely for me. Also, to test the ideas I have for Kulo Sena, which I can't face rebuilding until I've played something. (As an aside, I'm so invested in this bunch of characters that I've developed massive pseudocrushes on the leading couple of the party (both of them, or as I like to call them, #Jagdon), one NPC from the published adventure I'm running myself through who was introduced as a minor antagonist but surprised everyone by giving her life to save the adventurers several scenes later (not to mention performing #Jagdon's wedding ceremony at one point in between), and one celestial object from the party's home world.) I also happen to have a major soft spot for Lharryn, my group's gnoll ranger, who was raised to be a mercenary warrior but would much rather settle down with the man of his dreams and craft beautiful stained glass lamps.
I'd also like to say that I'm still going to be hanging around to like and comment on my favourite simblrs, just don't expect any Kulo Sena posts for a few weeks. I still feel quite fragile and my inner demons are cranking up the gender and species dysphoria, which is not helping. I have discovered what I am on the inside though! In my heart, I feel that I'm a little floating wisp of starlight that just happens to have a bearded AFAB humanoid body and a weight problem. I've also worked out that I'm not agender - at least, not all the time. I would say panflux is a more accurate term for how I feel - sometimes agender, sometimes every gender I could possibly have, sometimes none of the above but definitely something, just not a something that a neurotypical human can comprehend, and sometimes more than one of those somethings. When KS does make a comeback, its language will have a term for how I feel in myself: the Nuidya word will be namavinta (literally "carrying a nation within") and the first sim to identify this way will be Luyisula zan-Avira, apprentice shaman, who has been on a similar journey over their life.
And on that note, I'll sign off and go catch some Z's. :)
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Chapter 2.
The Flow of Beginnings
VII.
“Of spring rains and summer storms, one could dream eternally.
Through growing pains, our trials, and tribulations we all learn
To make it through onto the other side and face the Flow’s burn.”
Spoke avidly the great Shamaness, gazing o’er fervently
At the demigoddess, though counting only a baker’s dozen moons
She had eyes that sparked with intrigue and interest like none of her commune.
A grand procession was now fully in action. So carefully
Planned was the ceremonious reveal of the prophecy.
VIII.
“Two silhouettes will merge as their shadows shall intertwine.
A raven with two heads, disoriented.” The words usher
In the crowd “Its wings still do not listen to one another.
The path: one of many roads they’d take.” She made a sign.
“But only one, the central one - lined with blood; red and blue.
Only it leads towards the temple in the sky!” then withdrew
Herself inwards did the Shamaness. In a recline
She let out: “Where life and flow blend into a murky line.”
IX.
Yet now the Shaman’s eyes turn ‘round, gazing into her own soul.
A twitch in her posture, jerks back and forth. Agape now stands before
The clan, prepared to proclaim aloud: “Our matriarch is no more!
Now flesh and bone, no longer flow, but guided will be this foal
Who carries her essence anew!” And then she twists back from vision’s dream.
Now lifting the child close, the Shamaness whisper’s a scheme.
“Fear not, mistress, your host guided shall be in ways of the ole’
Tribe mothers of our clan! To whom we pay respects and our toll!”
X.
In eagerness’s grip, the Chieftain lifts from his throne of bone
And hails to his warriors, his trusted warband, with a call
To arms: “Prepare your spear-throwers, your Raven wings and stand tall
Alongside your brethren as we rejoice! For it’s time for us to hone
Our skills of combat, our skills of war!” A yell now spread across
The chieftain’s hall. The feathered raven helm he donned with a toss,
Then took his seat again. As commotion spread, his child would moan
And cry, and the weakened chiefess would her husband’s choice bemoan.
XI.
“The struggles of our peoples remain as they fail to make ends meet,
Our sacred babe still younger than the twelve moons that lead us,
And yet thou call’st upon thy Balthazaran rage and not discuss
With me this foolish plan of grandeur! To hast the world at thy feet?
Heed the horn’s call, my Ydith’s gift.” The chiefess shook in displeasure
And disagreement “Listen to my wisdom at length and at leisure:
The Tribe Mothers who come before me all stir and retreat,
Now I too am stirred!” Then she shook once more in partial defeat.
XII.
Chieftain Audar now grants himself a moment of suspense
As he gazes down upon his raven-feathered helm now held
In his hands. His gaze then catches his wife, and lastly compelled
To glance at his child, before he’d too foretell the coming events:
“Though our gift of Ydith’s is still young, our army must convoke
And thus, make ready for the time when our child is grown to invoke
Her right to lead. To that end our Tribe Mothers stir without pretence!
The stir which you have felt; The call to our destiny’s defence.”
XIII.
The chiefess scoffed, gave her chief a scornful gaze that pierced through
His very essence, then looked aside with absent eyes removed
From the world that surrounded them. Her yearning breath disapproved
With the storm foretold: “Thou only gazest at thy point of view,
To thy pride! Never giving a single thought upon the flow’s touch!
Thou’st failed to tend to thy gift, my heart, as each moon’s passage I’m begrudged
To give. Let Ríona enjoy her youth without the need to brew
More pain in this world.” She hoped her words would finally cut through.
XIV.
“And if that my final wish should be in this forlorn Outerworld,
So be it!” The chiefess exclaimed as Audar stepped close,
Attempting to embrace his wife. He’d noticed her throes
Of pain and weakness that would gnaw at her as she twisted and turned
In her feeble slumber. Despite her affliction, she’d push her love away
“And only now thou would’st tend to me when I express my dismay?”
A downpour of tears would stream down her cheeks, as her soul unfurled
Before her husband, but still was heedful of what could go unheard.
XV.
Chiefess Eleanore now approached the cradle in which the child
Was fast asleep. She caressed her daughter’s dark golden hair
And collected her head. Clutching the babe close to her fair
Skin that now gleamed in the moonlight; the clouds dispersed in a wild
Flurry of breezing winds. She made her way towards the egress
But before her exit from their quarters, she looked at Audar, caressed
His cheek and spoke her final thoughts “Don’t follow and don’t be riled
Up if I am late to bed. Thou should’st ponder, perchance reconcile…”
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