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amhrosina · 1 year

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Little One (The Artist and the Sea, Pt. 2) - Namor x f!Reader

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A/N: A commenter on ao3 mentioned that I should write a follow up to The Artist and the Sea where reader & Namor have a child and are teaching them how to swim and paint and I quite literally sprinted to my computer to write it. Both part 1 and part 2 can be read as stand alone fics!

(Courtesy of Ladymage93 on ao3)

Part 1

Summary: When you met Namor on the beach, you never expected it to change your life forever. When your first child with him gets old enough, you both decide to teach her about your favorite things to do: swimming and painting.

(Warnings: domestic bliss, daddy!Namor (no literally, he’s a dad), very tiny allusion to smut but no actual smut, can y’all tell I just saw Avatar 2 lol, just a little glimpse into reader/Namor’s life as parents, mentions of pregnancy)

“Ma'alo'ob k'iin, princesa.” (Good morning, princess.)You murmured, running your hand along the curve of your sleeping daughter’s forehead. The language native to your husband’s people, technically your people for seven years now, flows from your tongue in a familiar pattern. You had hoped that your attempt at speaking it around Atziri, or Ziri for short, from a young age would encourage her to speak both Yucatec Maya and English. Along the way, you’d grown comfortable speaking it, enough so that you could freely converse with Namor in his native language.

Ziri hazily blinked awake, glancing around her bedroom with young and curious eyes. She was a marvel to anyone who laid eyes on her. Half-god, half-human, and full of youth and rigor that only a six-year-old could maintain. She was the perfect combination of you and Namor, though you swore she glowed with the strength and intelligence of her father.

“Is papaj (dad) back yet?” She asked, the ebbs of sleep still present in her voice.

In truth, Namor had returned late last night, carefully tiptoeing across the house towards the library-turned bedroom you were waiting for him in. He hadn’t said anything other than a soft murmur about not wanting to wait until the morning to see you before crawling into bed next to you. The soft glow of the moon lit the bedroom, and if the moon could speak, she’d tell a tale of intertwined limbs, hands in hair, and a love so raw and intimate and palpable that even she couldn’t turn away from it.

“Je'el (Yes),” you nodded, grinning, “He’s waiting for you on the beach.”

Ziri shot out of her bed like a spring, bouncing around her room on one foot as she tried to find her other flipflop. You watched her tiny figure dart around the room, gathering anything she might need for her big day: a hair-tie to tie off the end of her braid (just in case the one she was currently wearing broke), a pair of goggles (just in case the saltwater hurt her eyes), a seashell she’d found on the beach (just in case a sea creature needed a home). She had always loved the water and all its living things, something Namor took great pride in. One day, she’d rule Talokan, and you were doing everything in your power to help her grow into a fair and mighty leader.

That fair and mighty leader was currently halfway across the living room, darting towards the door with half a pair of flipflops on.

“Ziri!” You called in a melodic tune. She turned and giggled as you waved her other flipflop in your hand. You tossed it across the room and watched as she slipped her tiny foot into it.

“Go, little one. Papaj (dad) is waiting.” You nodded your head towards the door. She didn’t need any more coaxing. She was out the door in a flash, galloping across the sand like a wild horse towards Namor, who was patiently waiting at the water’s edge for his mini-me to meet him.

Today was the day Namor was teaching Ziri how to swim, and to say you were nervous about it was putting it lightly. She’d swum in pools before and had even been to Talokan with Namor more than a few times, but she’d never swum freely in the open ocean, and you were terrified.

You followed her down the beach, watching as she jumped into Namor’s arms. He swung her around, laughing at her rambunctious energy so early in the morning. Namor grinned as she ran towards the water, so eager to get started. You stopped at Namor’s side, eyeing Ziri in the water.

“Don’t worry, pétalo (petal). She is one with the water. She will be fine. And I’ll be there, too, just in case.”

“I know, pixan (my soul). I’m not worried.” Your lips tightened into a smile, an all too easy tell that Namor recognized when you weren’t being truthful.

He shifted his weight, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“Why do you worry, ch'ujuk ch'úupalo'?”

“She’s growing up really fast.” You muttered.

“Je’el. (Yes)” He responded, nodding. “But she will always be our little one. This is a big step for her. She will have to know how to navigate the ocean when she is ruling Talokan.”

“I know.” You agreed, though that didn’t stop the concern coursing through your veins. Namor turned, fully facing you before cupping your cheeks in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your nose and lifted your face so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“Leti' jach poderosa. (She is mighty.) Like her mother. She will be fine.” He murmured.

You sighed, nodding. You didn’t doubt that Namor would protect Ziri, and he did have a point. Ziri had a lot to learn before she could inherit Talokan.

“Be safe, pixan (my soul).” You gave him a reassuring smile before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“Mantats’, in yakunaj. (Always, my love.)”

Namor took Ziri’s hand and led her further into the sea. You watched their heads bob around in the water until you couldn’t see them anymore. You couldn’t tell if it was because they were so far out or if they had decided to dive deeper, but either way, you watched until long after they were gone.

You were finishing up a painting that you’d been working on for a few months when you heard the familiar splashing of Namor exiting the water, though this time, it was combined with the sound of tiny feet following him. You set your paintbrush down and wiped your paint-covered hands on your coveralls as they entered the house, so hyper that you could almost feel the electric energy bouncing off them.

“Na'! Ilmaj jump'éel ballena jach nojochi' bey k otoch! (Mom! We saw a whale as big as our house!)”

“No way!” You grinned as Ziri held her arms wide above her head to emphasize the size of the whale.

Namor kissed your cheek in greeting and tilted his head toward Ziri, who had quickly become engrossed in the painting you’d been polishing up when they returned home. It was a painting of Talokan, though no one in the world besides Namor and Ziri would recognize it.

Ziri leaned closer to the painting, narrowing her eyes as she analyzed the brush strokes. She may have looked six, but sometimes, in an eerie fashion, she’d give off the aura of an old woman, wise beyond her years.

“Wotoch.” You murmured. Home.

Namor smiled and cupped your cheeks, bringing his lips to meet yours in a warm, loving kiss.

“Can you teach me, Na’?” Ziri asked, glancing at you with her beautiful eyes that mirrored Namor’s. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t swell with pride when she asked. Your first love had been a trepid affair between a paintbrush and a canvas, and you had always hoped Ziri might like it too.

“Of course, little one.” You nodded, “But first, dinner.”

“If you hold your wrist like this,” you motioned for Ziri to mimic you, “the paintbrush is easier to control.”

She eased the tension in her wrist and focused on the canvas in front of her. You were sidled beside her, walking her through the basics of a landscape painting one step at a time. She had picked up on the brushstrokes fairly quickly for a girl of six, but she was used to being a fierce and powerful storm like her father. Even the best artists would not be as talented as they are without understanding the ease in which you must hold your paintbrush. When the brush becomes an extension of your hand, and it suddenly feels less mechanical and more playful, is when you know you’re creating something magnificent.

“Which painting is your favorite, Na'? (mom)” She asked, looking around the studio in wonder.

“Of mine?” You clarified.

“Je’el. (Yes)”

“The one in the hallway by the door. Of papaj (dad). I started it the day I met him. I saw him and felt like I might die if I didn’t paint him.”

A deep voice rumbled from behind you, startling both you and Ziri. “And then she bewitched me with her talent, and I have loved her ever since.”

Namor wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked over Ziri’s canvas.

“How come you don’t ever paint me, Na' (mom)?”

You wiggled your fingers at her, the tell-tale sign that you were about to tickle her. “Because you don’t sit still long enough for me to paint you, little one.”

She jumped from her seat, running out of the room with a shrieked giggle. You grinned as she catapulted herself onto the couch. The truth is you had tried to paint her a million times, but you’d never been able to do her angel face justice. Every time you managed to finish sketching her face, you’d notice a slight imperfection in your pencil markings and start all over again. Namor was all too aware of this, but he didn’t mention it to Ziri. You would keep that to yourself until you were confident enough to finally paint her.

“Do you think she likes it?” Namor asked, eyeing the canvas she had left half-finished, but well painted thus far.

“I hope so.” You murmured, leaning into his chest. “She’s very good.”

“She gets it from you, pétalo (petal).”

“You’re too kind, pixan (my soul).”

“Soon, I will have two ki'ichpam artistas (beautiful artists) to share my life with.”

“What if you had three?” You asked, suddenly feeling guilty for hiding what you’d confirmed a few nights ago after peeing on the little pink stick you’d bought in town.

“What?” He asked, confusion clear in his tone.

You spun around in your chair to face him. His eyebrows were knit together as he scanned your face in uncertainty.

“If you had three artists, instead of two. Would that be a good thing?” You asked, unsure if he’d react positively to the news. You’d never discussed having another child together. Hell, you hadn’t discussed having Ziri either, but he had been overjoyed when you’d confirmed your pregnancy with her.

“Are you pregnant, pétalo (petal)?”

“Yes.” You blurted out, breathing a sigh of relief. You’d been holding the information in for days, and it felt good to finally tell someone else.

“Mierda. (Holy shit.)” He grinned, wrapping his hands around yours and bringing them up to his lips to kiss them. “I would love three artists, pétalo (petal). I would love a hundred of them if that’s what would make you happy.”

“You make me happy, Namor.” A shy grin made its way across your face. “You and Ziri. And this little one.” You patted your stomach. You couldn’t be more than 8 weeks along, but you already felt a connection to whoever it was making a home in your womb.

“Then let it be so.” He murmured, gently placing his hand on your stomach.

Those faint butterflies, the ones that had plagued you when you first met Namor and didn’t know how much he’d grown to care for you, erupted in your stomach at the thought of expanding your family further. Once again, and forever after, you gave into them and pulled him in for a kiss.

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the-wanderer-2022 · 1 year

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Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 8 - (Dark Namor x Reader)

(Please note you can find the Masterlist for this series at the top of my blog)

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Warnings: Yandere themes - let me know what you think. Felt like I was on a roll with this chapter.

"Tell it again! Tell it again!"

The little girl races around the room, screaming in delight as her mother chases her.

"Diana . . ." Her father sighs in exasperation. "She's supposed to be sleeping."

Her mother only smiles gently in response. "She will have all the time in the world to sleep. But alas little star, Dad is right. You should be sleeping. Off to your magical world again!"

"Just one more time!" (Y/N) promises, stopping and grabbing her mother's knee. Her big eyes seem to be the size of saucers as she gazes up at her mother who easily caves.

"Oh alright. Who could say no to that face!"

"I could," her Dad answers, shutting the door with a huff.

But as (Y/N) gets into bed and her mother wraps her arms around her, it doesn't matter that the lights are out. Or even Dad's snide remarks. There is the scent of lavender perfume and her mother's voice dips to a whisper.

"Have you ever heard the story of Ku'kul'can?"

Even though it has been a thousand times, the little girl still shakes her head. "Tell me mama. Tell me about it."

"Ku'kul'can was a god to his people," her mother whispers. "He ruled the great ocean nation of Talokan. He had everything he wanted. Riches, adventure, he need only point his finger and he could have anything he wanted. But something was missing. Can you guess what it was?"

"Love. I bet he didn't have anyone to love. And hold him at night like you hold me."

"It is just as you say. He had no one to love. And when he found his beloved queen, the feather serpent god tastes paradise for the first time in his long life. But then she was taken from him."

(Y/N) gasps. "Who mama? Who would do that?"

"It is said that his queen had a secret, a dark secret. And she couldn't hide it any longer. It threatened to destroy everything she loved. So to prevent it occurring, his queen had to go away. Far away."

"And she couldn't take her body with her could she Mama?"

"No. She had to leave her body behind and the King was distraught. But before she left, she gave him a diamond to remind him of her promise to return, and they would be together in paradise, always."

"Mama?"

"Yes (Y/N)?"

"Is it only a story?"

Her mother hums, stroking her hair. "You tell me. Is it only a story?"

"You are clear on what to do?"

"Yes cousin. But . . ."

Namora taps her foot impatiently. How quickly the plan has gone sideways. From (Y/N) being a stubborn bitch and not biting the dust when she should, to the death of her companion, and now to be forced to flee her own home. But not before she takes revenge.

"What is it Atziri?"

"He seems so much more like his normal self. Ever since she returned, this dark cloud upon him has lifted so much. Are we sure . . ."

"We?"

Atziri flinches as Namora raises her hand only to place them behind her back. "You were only a child when she left him. What. Could a child possibly know of darkness? The things he did, the curses he unleashed upon us!" In her excitement she has to remind herself to lower her tone as they crouch further into the shadows, away from prying eyes. "His insanity is not like some common ailment my cousin. She appears out of nowhere and he is healed again. He is still a decrepit man with a broken heart underneath his veneer of strength. And it will only get worse the longer the bitch is around. As long as she lives, he can never be fully devoted to Talokan. It will always be her first. Do not let this great nation fall because of your hesitation Atziri. Now let me put it to you again. Do you understand what Talokan needs you to do?"

"I am."

So deliciously gullible.

"How was your day?"

(Y/N) has eyes of thunder as she drums her fingers on the table. Thank the gods he is seated out of arms reach on the other end. She has envisioned so many times, throwing the knife, throwing the spoon, heck, heave the entire table on top of him and leave that handsome face heaving with his expensive food that he thinks he can buy her respect with.

"Fine my darling," she hisses with a smile.

He appears untroubled as he continues to work his way through the dinner as if he has all the time in the world. "Darling? I hear some of the surface dwellers say that sometimes. It has an appeal to it I suppose. How is your food?"

"How's yours?"

"Cold but its my own fault. I take too long to finish it. You always chided me for that."

"You don't think I actually buy what you're selling do you?"

"And what my love, am I selling?"

"This pitiful narrative you've got going, that you're just this benevolent King who's been waiting for his love to come back and now that I am here and lo and behold, it just so happens to be me, it's all going to be all hunky dory."

"Hunky dory?"

"Good!" She clarifies. "Everything is going to be all good now that I am here. You are a delusional man and if we were on the surface, I would be hightailing you to the nearest mental facility. You're fucking sick!"

The silence lingers as he makes a show of slowly finishing the last portion of food. "Your father was no ally of yours. In time you will understand that (Y/N). And you are right. Perhaps I am sick. But I am not delusional. A hundred years in my arms once, and it wasn't nearly enough. I could have had you forever. I had almost given up hope . . ."

"Stop . . ."

"I see how you look at this place. Like it isn't home. Like it's icy and evil and choking the air out of your lungs. That is what it was like for me to exist without you."

"Fine, guess I'll have to be the one that goes since you won't shut your mouth . . ."

He's on her before she can leave the room, pinning her to the wall. This close, his scent is aromatic, all-consuming, sandalwood, incense. It makes her head spin for a bit and her eyes feel as if she could cry without too much provocation but his eyes.

"Don't . . ." He takes her head in his hands anyway, warm finger wiping away her tears. "Don't . . ."

When he kisses her, it feels like a split. Like it has been done a thousand times before but her rage is still melting underneath her bones, her cries silenced by his firm hands pressing into her waist. When he finally pulls away, he is smiling like a little boy.

"Your mind says no. But your body says yes."

"You don't know what you're saying . . ."

He rests his forehead on hers. "Do you know what your last words were to me before you left?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Ma' rindas tin weetel. Do you know what that means?"

She feels her eyes begin to water again though she cannot understand why. She doesn't love him. He's the enemy for goodness sake. "You don't give a damn about what I want do you?"

"Don't give up on me. Do not worry my queen. I won't let you forget about us."

His eyes linger on her lips again so before he can jump in again . . . "BED!"

He jumps. "Bed?"

"Take me to bed . . . I mean, sleep! I need to sleep. I want to go to sleep. Take me to my room." He is never going to let her live that down. "Please."

He offers her his arm. It is accepted only after she realises he's going to stand there for the rest of the night until she does. It is a waterfall of emotions that she is not used to feeling as he guides her back to her bedroom.

As soon as they cross the threshold, a bang rips through the entire corridor. She has only seconds to process the tower of water crush the bedroom wall like paper mache and descend with torrential force before she hears a shout, her body being tossed like a feather in a tornado and the world go black.

#namor headcanon #namor x reader #wakanda forever #yandere namor #black panther 2 #dark namor #tenoch huerta #letitia wright #namor imagine #shuri #feather serpent goddess #feather serpent goddess chapter 8

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ereuvenazuara · 4 months

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Este Diciembre...

Amigos nuevos que hiciste

Este año, me da gusto contar que conocí buenas personas, ayer me reencontré con Kari, una Enfermera General y me abrazo mucho, la verdad me dio gusto verla 😁. Ivonne, también da abrazos largos 🤗

Susi y Fabi, 💕 siempre muy lindas conmigo y atentas, Ferchus ✨️ una chingoneria, loca como ninguna. Richard ✨️ mi amiguis, el señor Calvo 🤣. La otra Fabiola 🤣 aunque falte mucho, fue una de las primeras en ser mi amiga cuando llegue al Hospital, la Otra Susanita 🤣 que como me he divertido con ella. Xochitl ✨️ y Rosalba ✨️ sencillas de tratar y fáciles de querer luego de que se quitan su máscara de estrictas 🤗.

Montserrat Berenice (La Monche) ✨️ Gabriela ✨️ Eli ✨️ Yanett ✨️ con ellas todo se resuelve.

Y... mi Teresa 💖👌✨️ mi incondicional, a donde vaya, voy. A donde voy, viene. Una mujercita que tiene muchas capas, pero es muy dulce y tierna cuando se deja conocer y tiene una risa peculiar y escandalosa que me encanta, por eso es mi mejor amiga actualmente.

Extraño a Maria Trinidad (mi Trini) 💖✨️ y a Memo 💖✨️

🫶 La Quetzs, Atziri, Soni, Manuel, Ceci, Israel (el gordo de chicharron), Miriam, Carmelita 💕 siempre cuidándome y regalándome donas, Chucho, Brenda 💕 con ella siempre hablaba de cosas espirituales 😁 era chidisima, el Edwin, Urielo, Jenny, Raymundo, Fercho, Mariela (la cochinilla) y Rocío 🫰😊

@daiki-blu ✨️ @miniatureprincedefendor ✨️

#isaacristmas #primos #this december

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indianaclems · 2 years

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Training at Heart

On this version Nur is 18 (like Raya and Namaari in the second part of the film). She is wearing a casual Heart outfit and getting ready for practice. she puts on her military armbands. At every opportunity she can she puts them on to Namaari's chagrin (if it were up to her, she'd be wearing all her insignia). She is very proud to show it given the difficulties she encountered when she was younger to succeed. She wears both Fang and Heart outfits or mixes.

Her favorite color is dark blue. She's not super make-up but she puts some on from time to time. generally she will put on eyeliner, also eye shadow as well as lipstick and varnish and generally in these cases she puts them in red or black. however, she is also turquoise when she is forced to wear a fang-only fang outfit without the slightest attribute of heart.

this idea came to her when he saw her mother Namaar putting on makeup before a meeting between dignitaries put on turquoise so when it hurts she puts on red when she asked her why her mother explained to her that it was both the color of Heart and therefore a way of showing her attachment to her land by marriage but that it was also Raya's favorite color

(otherwise Namaari does that it's mainly for this reason: https://path-of-sunlight.tumblr.com/post/648859216689364992/every-time-they-make-out- raya-has-to-sew-up-like)

In my story Nur receives her ring of hair as a gift from Namaari for his 14th birthday, so just after their reconciliation. And she wears it the day she receives her military diploma and since then she hasn't separated from it.

I was inspired by a work of cookiescr who did this for Atziri from Talon, and so she has a hair tie that uses the symbol of claws of the dragon as well as the work of Karen_acobs and the symbols of fang.

So I adapted so that in the case of Nur it's the fang.

Bonus :

Nur was Raya's height when she was 16 and reached her adult height at 18. she is the size of Namaari. Raya is a little tired of being the youngest in her family.

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mmo-news · 6 months

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How to Kill Atziri in Path of Exile: Full Guide

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cookiescr · 11 months

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My failgirl skrunkly

#art #ratld #doodle #oc #original character #my art #kuki #atziri #kukis ocs #sketch #im litrally just saying random fucking words at this point huh

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arcadiafm · 8 months

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀, amara parker-storm, matt murdock, madelyne pryor, laidech panhellenios, atziri! the face claim of zendaya, priyanka chopra jonas, ishbel bautista, anil liter, andrew hozier byrne are now taken. you have 24 hours to join the discord [ from the pinned post ] or your role(s) will be reopened. check out the ooc intro + about channels!

⟨ zendaya. cis woman. she/her. 26. ⟩ LOADING FILES … did you know PETER PARKER + JOHNNY STORM’S child’s name is AMARA SUSAN PARKER-STORM ?! i’ve seen them around town listening to GET AWAY by THE INTERNET ! they seem to be quite DETERMINED, but also SELF-CRITICAL, but it makes sense given they are a PROFESSIONAL TENNIS COACH. i’d watch out for them, though, official files say they’re a HUMAN skilled in GIFTED INTELLECT, MASTER OF VARIOUS SPORTS ESPECIALLY TENNIS, DANCE / BALLET, SKILLED IN VARIOUS INSTRUMENTS, MASTER ACROBAT & MARTIAL ARTIST, MULTILINGUAL. no surprise there ! ⟨ kami. ⟩

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⟨ andrew hozier byrne. genderqueer. he/they. 327. ⟩ LOADING FILES … did you know HERCULES PANHELLENIOS + MÓRRIGAN child’s name is LAÍDECH PANHELLENIOS AKA BEAN SIDHE ?! i’ve seen them around town listening to BUTCHERED TONGUE & EAT YOUR YOUNG by HOZIER ! they seem to be quite artistic, but also haunted, but it makes sense given they are a FUNERAL DIRECTOR AT BEAN SIDHE FUNERAL HOME. i’d watch out for them, though, official files say they’re a * TUATHA DE DANAAN x OLYMPIAN HYBRID* skilled in GODLY IMMORTALITY AND STRENGTH, BANSHEE SCREAM, POSSESSION, HYPNOTIC VOICE, ENERGY MANIPULATION(heighten with plants and animals found in ierland), CROWS, TELEPORTATION. . no surprise there ! ⟨ rook. ⟩

⟨ ishbel bautista. cisfemale. She/her. 150+yrs. (looks about 30yrs) ⟩ LOADING FILES … did you know INES + NAMOR’S child’s name is ATZIRI ?! i’ve seen them around town listening to notre dame by paris paloma ! they seem to be quite resilient, but also jealous, but it makes sense given they are a HISTORIAN/HISTORY PROFESSOR at NYU. i’d watch out for them, though, official files say they’re HALF TALOKANIL-MUTANT, PART EXTERNAL skilled in RETROCOGNITION, TELEKINESIS, REGENERATIVE HEALING, ABILITY TO BREATHE UNDERWATER, ENHANCED REFLEXES . no surprise there !

⟨ priyanka chopra. cis woman. she/her. 40s ⟩ LOADING FILES … did you know GOBLIN QUEEN’S real name is MADELYNE PRYOR ?! i’ve seen them around town listening to ALL I ASK by ADELE ! they seem to be quite TACTICAL, but also LOOSE MINDED, but it makes sense given they are a PSYCHIATRIST. i’d watch out for them, though, official files say they’re a MUTANT skilled in MUTANT PHYSIOLOGY, TELEKINESIS, DEMONIC AUGMENTATION, SORCERY. no surprise there ! ⟨ naomi ⟩

#arc:accepted #xmen rp #marvel rp #namor rp #daredevil rp #spiderman rp #appless rp #oc rp #dc rp

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diarioenlacemx · 10 months

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La grandiosa tarea de ser padre

La realidad actual, crisis económica y ruptura del tejido social, obliga a muchos padres a estar ausentes en el rol familiar; sin embargo, su presencia siempre puede sentirse Por la Mtra. Atziri Arroyo Ruiz, académica de la Universidad Autónoma de Guadalajara (UAG) A menudo se escucha por ahí que hay muchos padres ausentes o irresponsables. La semana pasada, distrayéndome en redes sociales me…

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belghast · 1 year

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Uber Atziri Down

Uber Atziri Down - Last night was a relatively chill night in Path of Exile where I opted to take down a few pinnacle bosses and do some delving.

Good Morning Friends! Last night was a pretty chill night of mucking around in Path of Exile. The problem is like many nights, I don’t have a ton of screenshots to show for the evening, which makes it hard to craft a morning post. There are times when I am absolutely bopping along and vibing and just forget to press the hotkey. There have been a number of tools over the years that have sought to…

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brunobresani · 1 year

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Zona de Riesgo @zonaderiesgo.art & Silencio epi @silencio.epi invitan a la presentación del cassette de arte sonoro Oscilatorio Sonoro - Volumen II.

La cita es este sábado 8 de abril a las 12 del día de la Ciudad de México.

Los artistas que integran este proyecto son:

Adriana Estivill @adriana_estivill

Alessandra Dominguez @ale_domingues

Atziri Carranza @atziri_carranza

Bruno Bresani @brunobresani

Édgar Olvera @o_yerena

Emma Fernandez Cazares @emma_fercaz

Esther Pacheco @esther.pachecoo

Georgina Montoya @unloadmaniac y Natalia Montoya @nata_montvar

Omar Barquet @omarbarquet

Mónica Martz M @monica_martz_m

Mónica Améndola @moni_amendola

Misael Sámano @kvelda

Pere Freixa @perefreixafont

Pedro Soler @p3drusk1

Lucas Bambozzi @lucas_bambozzi

Manuel Parra @fando_parra

Saulo Blanco @sauloblanco

Zura Lagarde @zura_lagarde

A L @silencio.epi

Y como invitado espacial Minuit De Lacroix @minuitdelacroix

La cita es en Zona de Riesgo - Ramón Corona #14, Tizapan San Ángel, Álvaro Obregón, CDMX.

Transmitiremos en vivo en el link https://meet.jit.si/SeminarioRC14-8abril-2023

Puedes escuchar el trabajo en la página de Silencio epi

https://silencioepi.bandcamp.com/album/oscilatorio-sonoro-volumen-ii

#oscilatorio #zonaderiesgoart #seminariorc14 #silencioepi #arte #cultura #art #noise #artesonoro #sonoro #cassette

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3gnoticias · 1 year

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Surgen primeros ganadores del Taekwondo en Juegos Estatales Conade 2023

Este sábado iniciaron las eliminatorias de taekwondo pertenecientes a los Juegos Estatales Conade 2023, en donde el selectivo de Ciudad Juárez se presenta con el mayor número de clasificados a la siguiente etapa en las categorías 10-11, 12-14, 15-17 y 18-20 años.

Fue el gimnasio del Colegio de Bachilleres en la ciudad fronteriza en donde se realizó este evento, con competidores de Chihuahua, Delicias, Cuauhtémoc, Nuevo Casas Grandes, Jiménez y los anfitriones de Juárez.

En la primera etapa de clasificación, los ganadores en la categoría 12-14 años en la modalidad de combate fueron: En la división de -29 kilogramos: Sofia Aguirre (Juárez), Farah Álvarez (Chihuahua) y Renata Orpinel (Chihuahua); dentro de la división -33kg son Alish Cano (Jiménez), Ariana Salvador (Juárez) y Sienna Letkeman (Cuauhtémoc).

Asimismo, surgieron como ganadoras de la -37 kg, Sofía Pérez (Chihuahua), Renata Hernández (Chihuahua), Mia Lome y Fernanda Cruz ambas de Ciudad Juárez.

A su vez las juarenses Natalia Chávez y Paulina Beltrán ocuparon los dos primeros lugares de la división -41kg, compartiendo pódium con Marlene Sánchez (Chihuahua) y Darah Ponce (Juárez) en el tercer lugar.

Resultados primera etapa

Modalidad Combate

Categoría 10-11 años / División -27kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Emmeline Hoyos Juárez

2 Zaira Morales Juárez

3 Bianca Piñón Chihuahua

3 Dairen Cedillo Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -30kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Zoe Nevárez Juárez

2 Andrea Escobedo Chihuahua

3 Ma. Fernanda Salvador Juárez

3 Eveline Hoyos Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -33kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Zoe Badillo Juárez

2 Atziry Fierro Cuauhtémoc

3 Lizbeth Orduño Juárez

3 Angélica Chacón Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -36kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Aztrid Alvarado Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -39kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Thaily Cruz Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -42kg

Lugar Nombre Municipío

1 Alitza Ponce Juárez

2 Angelica Piñón Chihuahua

3 Renata Rodríguez Juárez

3 Shazady Ontiveros Cuauhtémoc

Categoría 10-11 años / División -46kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Danika Fernández Juárez

2 Ana Victoria López De Lara Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -50kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Leticia Silva Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -27kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Iker Madrid NCG

2 Leonardo Martínez Juárez

3 Kaleb Hernández Chihuahua

3 Gabriel Mendoza Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -30kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Joel Murillo Cuauhtémoc

2 Horacio Padilla Juárez

3 Christian Márquez Chihuahua

3 Josué Gómez Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -33kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Enoch Pozas Juárez

2 Derek Ortiz Juárez

3 Edson Rodela Juárez

3 Gael Porras Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -39kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Alejandro Suárez Juárez

2 Saúl Matamoros Juárez

3 Luis Ángel Vázquez Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -42kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Alan Padrón Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División -46kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Ian Salinas Delicias

Categoría 10-11 años / División -54kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Esteban Sánchez Chihuahua

2 Aarón Herrera Juárez

Categoría 10-11 años / División +54kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Jesús Alberto Meraz Cuauhtémoc

Categoría 12-14 años / División -44kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Alyson Acosta Juárez

2 Fátima Torres Juárez

3 Diana García Jiménez

3 Karen Domínguez Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -47kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Eva Gómez Chihuahua

2 Daniela Velázquez Jiménez

3 Fernanda Buenrostro Juárez

3 Daniela Devora Cuauhtémoc

Categoría 12-14 años / División -51kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Sophie Padilla Juárez

2 Lorena Duarte Juárez

3 Aide Hidalgo Jiménez

3 Sarah Robles Chihuahua

Categoría 12-14 años / División -55kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Kenia Hamilton Juárez

2 Dana Castillo Juárez

3 Marla Nathalia Baca Chihuahua

3 Alondra Flores Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -59kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Angélica Sánchez Chihuahua

2 Lizeth Chávez Jiménez

3 Valeria Gómez Juárez

3 Ariana Chaparro Chihuahua

Categoría 12-14 años / División +59kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Sofía Cabrera Jiménez

2 Amairany Martínez Juárez

3 Abbygail Contreras Juárez

3 Leiza Hernández Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -33kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Santiago Márquez Chihuahua

2 José David Leos Juárez

3 José Emilio Orona Chihuahua

3 Santiago Ochoa Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -37kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Erick Ortiz Cuauhtémoc

2 Ian Carlos Santarriaga Juárez

3 Roberto Ortiz Chihuahua

3 José Mateo Muciño Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -41kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Nicolás Juárez Juárez

2 Santiago Sánchez Chihuahua

3 Francisco Acosta Juárez

3 Pascual Ordoñez Chihuahua

Categoría 12-14 años / División -45kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Carlos Tamayo Cuauhtémoc

2 Enzo Chávez Juárez

3 Antonio Marmolejo Chihuahua

3 Nicolás Armendáriz Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -49kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Diego Mendoza Juárez

2 Leonardo Ontiveros NCG

3 Sebastián Juárez NCG

3 Luis Fernando Pérez Chihuahua

Categoría 12-14 años / División -53kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Gael Marentes Juárez

2 Marco Lozano Cuauhtémoc

3 Alan Hernández Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -57kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Emilio Acosta Juárez

2 Santiago Barrón Jiménez

3 Omar Ortega Cuauhtémoc

3 Luis Eduardo Escobar Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División -61kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Roberto Chacón Juárez

2 Jesús Valadez Juárez

3 Ángel Sánchez Juárez

3 Uriel Reyes Chihuahua

Categoría 12-14 años / División -65kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Alexis Rojas Juárez

2 Leonardo Carreón Juárez

Categoría 12-14 años / División +65kg

Lugar Nombre Municipio

1 Santiago Sulub Juárez

2 Roberto Aguirre Juárez

3 David Castillo Juárez

3 Nery Martínez Juárez

#deportes

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