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mooncleaver · 1 year

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My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.

pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader

warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol

El Niño Sin Amor.

That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.

He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.

She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.

She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.

She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.

One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.

"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.

It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.

"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."

(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)

For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.

The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.

"Is she-"

"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.

He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."

"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.

"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.

"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."

"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."

One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'

"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."

The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.

Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.

Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.

Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.

"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.

(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)

"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.

"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."

(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)

He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"

Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.

"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.

(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)

"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.

(I love you)

Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.

He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.

Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.

When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.

It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.

"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.

"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.

"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."

Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.

After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.

It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.

If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.

"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.

(My sweet, come and look!)

Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.

Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.

You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.

Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.

If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.

"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.

"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."

Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."

"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."

"Together, we will watch the world burn."

lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥

this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.

also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!

dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling

tags: @bloatedandlonly

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ramayantika · 17 days

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Overheard 2 friends talk about me

Girl A: *sees me sleeping* yaar isko tension hi nahi hai ekdum bache jaise soti hai

Roomie: arey yeh humesha vaise hi chill rehti hai voh utna padhti hai jitna usse score karna hai. Jitna ache se usse hoga utna hi karega baki nahi hoga agar toh nahi.

Girl A: iska marks bhi toh theek hi aata hai. Kal hi toh mast dance kar rahi thi pura phir HAP ke din subah mein stress mein answer theory sab bole jaa rahi hu yeh bas sirr hilake revise karke uth gayi

Roomie: haan yeh kabho extra stress tension nahi leti and marks bhi toh aata hai

Girl A: vahi hum stress leke marks laate hai yeh bhi utna le aati hai

Me: *dozes off*

--xx--

But yeah 2 days before end sems I was crying tf out in the hostel washroom and then wiped my tears, washed my face until eyes were dry and no longer red. I have had my share of stressing and driving my body and mind to exhaustion for exams so I decided that in college I would not repeat the same. I did cry because I got overwhelmed for a little while and then figured out how to prepare and I did which was calming

Also yeah sure I may not be the batch topper with my marks, but I used to study before exams too, so that helped with not having to study last minute. I like my course so I put in time to read and understand and also so that I could balance dancing too with all the exams we have been made to give

People see my chill laidback face but behind that there has been steady prep and also time investment. This time I don't feel nervous about my results like I used to. I know I will get the marks based on my writing and study prep and it will be decent enough

Once I used to be someone who thoughts exams grades and teacher remarks and the societal expectations shall comprise my whole world but I began getting out of that box. I still struggle sometimes with my identity because many see me as a non serious student who only dances, some see me as the middle class dreamy arts student who got forced into science, but I genuinely love learning science as well as my dance and writing.

#samridhi speaks #rant

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quotidianangsty · 1 year

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“ Are you out of your mind!? ” you shouted at Nakia while trying to cover the wound on the Talokanil girl's stomach.

“ I can't let her hurt the princess! ”

“ She's just scared! and you could have just talk to her but you don't! ”

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In the first place. Nakia suppose to rescue the princess of wakanda alone by herself, but you and Shuri knew each other since the war with Thanos and became besties, you can't just sit here and wait.

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So you've asked her if you can go or not, when the answer is yes and you're the one who has a power and can breathe under water, you don't have to think twice.

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Now, it's ends up with Nakia attack one of Talokanil and she's about to leave with no mercy at all.

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“ Let's go! we don't have much time! ” Nakia said, looking at the woman who are sitting on the ground. “ Y/n! you have to get back! ”

You didn't answer, And Nakia can't wait any longer at all, because she knows who's coming after them. So you've left behind, but can't blame her 'cause it's your decision to stay.

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“ U'uy, U'uy.. Ma' j-nuulech. Much P'áaten quietos. (Hey, hey..I won't hurt you. Please, stay still.) ” your voice is so soft and calm at that moment, made the girl hold still with no fears in her eyes.

“ Je'el u páajtal in wáantikech, ba'ale' yaan a yeelel ti'. Ya'ab. (I can help you, but it's gonna hurt..a lot.) ” She nodded in agreement. So you pick her up in bride style, walk a little to reach the pool and place her down near it.

Your left hand dip into water for a second, then it slowly floated and twirls around your hand before straight into the wound, so it made her scream painfully. But just like you said before, it's gonna hurt a lot but it does heal as well.

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“ Get your hands of her. ”

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Someone is here, and that stern voice of him made you flinched a bit. But before you could say anything or explain, your body just flew away immediately with unhuman strength and hit a brick wall so hard.

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Then you realized, it was Namor.

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King of Talokan. Feathered serpent god. Fish man. Or whatever they've called him.

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“ Fuck.. ” Gladly that your head didn't hit the ground when you fell, cause if it does, you'll be dead by now. “ You should've ask first, before insulting someone, Namor. ”

“ K'uk'ulkan..Leti' in ts'o'ok salvado. (She has save me.) ” A Talokanil girl who's now fully recovered rapidly grabs the king's arm.

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So he just stood there and look at you with a confused expression on his face, not bothering to help you get up.

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“ Hm, what a gentleman. ” You mumbled in sarcasm, slowly getting up by yourself and walk pass him to the same pool then kneel and let the tip of your finger touch it.

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“ You're not..human. ”

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“ Do I look like one? ” Again. A sarcastic look and tone, but he deserved it because you've done nothing except helped his people.

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“ Don't you dare talk to me like tha- ”

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“ Ts'o'ok u sanado u yaajil. (Has the wound healed yet?) ” You just cut him out by asking the young girl. When she nodded before saying thanks to you that meant you had no business here anymore.

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“ Alright. Bye then. ”

“ You can't go anywhere, surface dweller. ”

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Everything could just be fine if you leave as fast as you can but he doesn't let you, so you sighs and rolled your eyes.

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The only reason that he's doing this, because he is interesting in you, even it's not the best way to seduced a woman.

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But with you? Hell no. You won't fall for him, never ever even you died in peace or not.

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“ Back off, Namor. ”

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“ And If I don't ? ”

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“ I'll kill you and chop you in piece, before feed a bunch of shark out there for sure. ”

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#idk if gramma is correct or not but i try my best tho 😭#namor x reader #namor imagine #mcu headcanons #namor x you

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Washed Up | Chapter 1: Ship Wrecked

Summary + Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Namor x Female!Reader

Genre: Action, Adventure, Tragedy, Romance

Summary: You are the young princess, ten years old, of the kingdom of Orion. You find yourself shipwrecked after an attack from pirates. You are stranded in the waters and have no way to get home. You accept your fate when something from the water comes up to examine you. Is it here to help you or hurt you?

Jump, princess, jump!

What about you?!

Princess, my duty is to protect you, and if that means that I die here while you live, I will do so.

General!

GO!

You were pushed off of the ship by the general and fell into the row boat with the guard. The guard caught you and began to row the boat away from the burning ship. All you could see was fire and flames. Your heart shattered knowing that the general and all those you sailed with have perished. You could only hope to get a glimpse of the pirates that attacked the ship.

You didn’t have time to focus because the boat began to shake. A spear shot through the chest of the guard and he fell overboard. “NO!” You screamed and you watched one of the pirates aimed an arrow at your boat. The arrow anchored itself and the pirate crew began to pull the ropes to bring the boat to their ship. You fell overboard, not wanting to fall into the pirates’ schemes.

You began to swim away when the same pirate aimed and fired an arrow at you. You screamed in pain when it shot through your shoulder and lodged itself in your muscle. “You fucking idiot! We need her alive!” The captain scolded the archer and ordered the pirates to get into the water to retrieve you. You couldn’t swim anymore, the pain was too much. You felt yourself lose control and sunk into the waters.

Your vision began to blur and you blacked out in an instant. Two pirates dove into the water to grab you but were met with the end of a spear. Their bodies were dragged down in the water. A human looking boy, who appeared to be twelve years old, with wings on his ankles swam up toward you and looked at you curiously. He tilted his head when he noticed the shiny crown on your head and the arrow in your shoulder.

A few people swam up behind him and looked to him for the next orders. “Bis tu jáal. Ocuparé ti' le piratas. (Take her to the shore. I will deal with the pirates.)” The boy ordered and the woman scooped your small body in her arms and took you to the shores.

A few hours went by and the pirate ship was destroyed, the captain was brutally murdered by the boy with wings. Your eyes began to slowly open and you sat up on the sand.

“Chéen ch'a'abil, chan, láayli' a herido. (Easy, little one, you're still wounded.)” You heard a soft voice tell you although you couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Your vision became clear when you finally took in the woman’s appearance. She was blue skinned and wore strange garbs that you hadn’t seen before. “W-Who are you?” You said softly.

“Ma' péeksik, paal. (Do not move, child.)” The woman knelt down in front of you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re saying...Ow! My shoulder!” You gasped and gripped it tightly.

“Wáaj ba'ax a ya'alaj teen, na'? (What has she told you, mother?)” The boy with wings flew down beside the woman. Your eyes grew wide at the sight and you looked at the two.

“Mixba'al, paal áanteni', leti' ma' na'atik ba'ax táan in wa'alik. (Nothing, my son, she does not understand what I am saying.)” The woman said.

The boy nodded and walked over to you. You watched his movements, you weren’t sure if he was threatening or curious. But you were definitely curious. “Are you a princess?” The boy finally said as he knelt next to you.

“Y-Yes, I am the Princess of the kingdom of Orion...” You answered.

“I am not familiar with this kingdom...What were you doing here?”

“I-I was with my general a-and my guards, we were heading back home when....When we got attacked by those pirates...Please, do you know if anyone is alive?” You pleaded with the boy.

The boy had a neutral expression, not sure if he should show you sympathy yet. “I’m afraid not....You will need to find your way back to your kingdom...Wait here. I will see if I can find a boat for you.” The boy stood up and turned his back to you.

“T-Thank you...What is your name?” You asked, standing up as well.

The boy turned back around to face you. “Ku'ku'lkán.” He said proudly and the woman beside him stood up. “Once we get you back on the boat. You must promise one thing.”

“Of course!”

“You must not speak of this. Not of us. Or I will hunt you down.” The boy walked back over to you and glared.

“Y-Yes, Ku'ku'lkán.” You nodded.

“Stay here...Rest.” The boy turned back and dove into the waters with the woman. You now stood there in the sand, watching the two people leave you perplexed and curious.

You somehow felt eager to see them again...

Dividers By: @firefly-graphics

#namor x reader #namor x you

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leti666bigboss · 1 year

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Hello!

I saw that you said you want to write for Haikyu! Could you please write about Asahi? Something like comforting reader while they are having a hard time, trying to cheer them up?

Use whatever form you prefer (headcanons or text)

Thank you and have a nice day 😄

featuring: azumane asahi

genre: supposed to be angst to fluff

warnings: school stress i guess

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duchessofostergotlands · 7 months

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I listened to the rugby podcast and, weirdly enough, it made e think about you. Once, talking about Kate and William engagement interview, you noticed how William often jumped in while Kate was talking not because he wanted to insert himself in the conversation but because he sensed her discomfort and wanted to help her. Now Kate not only is comfortable in front of the cameras but also feels confident enough to do for her children what William did for her (I don't know if you've noticed, but when asked if they are competive she answered but didn't say it, protecting them from having the press put a label on their character).

That was from over 2 years ago, well remembered haha! If anyone's interested I was watching their engagement interview back around the time of their 10th anniversary, just to see what I felt now we're 10 years down the line, and I made some observations: https://duchessofostergotlands.tumblr.com/post/649993753721978880/yes-miss-so-i-think-when-i-watched-it-the-first

But yes, Kate is so much more confident now. Kate was never as comfortable in interviews or giving speeches as she was just chatting to people. And she's not alone in that, public speaking is always amongst people's top fears and it's not an easy skill to develop. Even someone like Leti who spoke on camera for a living is said to be very different at engagements when the cameras come on, she tenses up and becomes more withdrawn. But Kate's improved in confidence over the years. I notice it most in the small moments. A few years ago Kate tended to wait until she was asked a question before she spoke but she's much more likely to jump in unprompted now and add her point of view. As an outsider it just feels like she knows now that she has something of value to say, and she's happy to say it, if that makes sense.

#ask #british royal family #anon #kate middleton

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charlotte-of-wales · 8 months

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is this W's first public backlash for giving less support for the women unlike the men or has it ever happened before?

to this extent, yes

#and with that I think we're closing this topic #I appreciate everyone who sent their thoughts <3 #and the anon who sent in the joke about leti and sofia much appreciated xxx #answered

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zazzander · 1 year

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Translating the Prophecy of Seven into Latin:

In light of the fact that the current version of the prophecy isn't done very well at all. I decided to try and translate it myself! This is bringing me back to Latin 101 lol, but it's pretty fun.

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,

Septem filii deorum curam respondebunt

The Latin word for "demigod" is literally heros, however, the translation is "halfbloods". This is tricky. A literal version of this would probably be semisanguines, however, I believe the intent is to refer to children of gods (rather than legacies). So I've made this filii deorum, "children of the gods".

I used the word "curam" for "the call". It can mean that they are answering a command / charge (I think). But it also means they might be answering/reacting to:

an attendant, guardian, observer.

anxiety, grief, sorrow

trouble, solicitude

So basically they're responding to this Big Concern or to Hera herself (the "guardian"). I like the ambiguity of it. And the English phrase "the call" is a decent translation of such an ambigious phrase.

To storm or fire, the world must fall.

Aut ab procellae aut ab igni, Terram cadenda est

I had some fun with grammar in this one and learned what a gerundive is - wow! Anyway, this version is less ambigious on what is falling exactly. Because "Terra" = "Gaea", the personification of the earth.

The verb comes from cado, which has several meanings related to "fall" such as "fall in battle", "fail", "loose strength", or "die". This fit nicely :)

I used the term procellae rather than tempestas for storm because the latter is more general and can refer to any type of weather, as well as seasons etc.

So this reads more like: To storm or fire, the Earth must fall. But it's close enough.

An oath to keep with the final breath,

Fidem ad ultimam animam praestabitur

Okay, so I think in the context of the story, this phrase is closer to the concept of keeping one's word. Like "Leo kept his word to Calypso" / "Leo fulfilled his promise to Calypso". And in that case, in Latin", fides is the best term. Rather than the straight-forward sacramentum, which I believe is used in more formal contexts only.

I put this phrase in the passive tense because it doesn't actually say who's keeping the oath. In Riordan's original Latin the sentence adds a mysterious "we" - this doesn't work for obvious reasons.

The translation of "breath" was kind of tricky. In Riordan's version it's spiritu which I think is okay, but on the face of it, anima is better. Anima refers to both "breath" and one's "life / soul". So if I'm right, to give the indication this is a death, anima works better.

Another translation of this is: An oath will be kept with a final breath

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death

Et inimici arma ad Ianuam Leti ferent

So this really depends on what Riordan meant by "bear arms". There are two meanings:

carry firearms

wear or display a coat of arms

Neither of these really match what I think Riordan was going for. I think his intention was that a battle would take place. The second meaning fits this in a way, armies traditionally "bear arms" when they are about to fit. In which case, it would be signa ... ferent.

However if the idea is simply that they're carrying weapons, then it's arma ferent. I think, based on how it's presented, the second option makes more sense.

I have made a couple other changes compared to the original Latin in the books as well:

It's inimici "enemy, rival" rather than hostes "enemy if the state, hostile".

And Leti not necem. This is because the Doors of Death are named after Letum, the god of Death. It's also in the genitive case now (yay!).

A fun part of this version is that it can also mean both: And foes carry arms to the Doors of Death & And foes endure war at the Doors of Death.

So together:

Septem filii deorum curam respondebunt.

Aut ab procellae aut ab igni, Terram cadenda est.

Fidem ad ultimam animam praestabitur,

Et inimici arma ad Ianuam Leti ferent.

What do y'all reckon??

#having fun trying to understand Latin grammar #disclaimer: i'm not a latin expert #any latin scholars rattling around on tumblr feel free to correct me!!#heroes of olympus #camp jupiter #new rome #prophecy of seven #this is supposed to be a poem #but making poetry work in latin is a bridge too far #octavian hoo #octavian pjo #jason grace

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tavina-writes · 4 months

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Find the Words

I was tagged by @yletylyf for the words "slow, time, secret" :D Thank you, Lety!

I have one major wip rn so I'll go with it! From the Ningningverse - Xichen's post canon disaster married life:

(also since this wip is So Large by now, I'm going with 1) it has to be the word exactly and 2) it's the first time it appears.)

Slow:

But the habits of childhood are slow to fade. She'd sat with her mother once upon a time, lighting incense. This burner as well, had been one of her mother's old items. She'd lit in part out of homesickness.

Time:

But because that would have caused Shufu undue worry in a time when he was full of nothing but worry, and he’d done enough to cause Shufu to worry already, Lan Xichen sighed and said, “have they settled on a choice of bride?” instead.

Secret:

The only answer she receives for this is that Zewu-jun’s mother had often been ill, which… Felt like a secret too deep to pry into, as a new bride. She leaves it be.

:D lets see.... I pick "heart, blood, hair" and tag @fortune-maiden, @jaimebluesq, @nemainofthewater, @nemaliwrites, @saiditallbefore and anyone else who sees and wants to play!

#tag game #my writing #closer to grief

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ladysophiebeckett · 6 months

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anyway, there's a part in lfmb where fernando answers his landline and he's like 'lety???' and marcia on the other line is like 'why are you expecting your assistant to call you at your house???' and before fernando can even stutter, marcia is like 'oh right bc she's always setting up ur dates with other women'.

#lfmb #girl be for fucking real like alskdfjasdlkfajsdkfa #would marcela be this stupid? unfortunately yes

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world-of-wales · 8 months

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Catholic Queens including Mathilde, Charlene, Leti

i see.. so only catholic woman can wear white right? and this also apply to any woman other than queen right? e.g a catholic actress (angelina jolie met him wear black outfit so i assume she's not a catholic), catholic first lady, etc thank you for answering my question, ily

Nope it's just for the European Catholic Queens. So currently there's only 7 women who get it if I'm not wrong in the number calculation - Sofia + Leti (spain), Paola + Mathilde (belgium), MT (Luxembourg), Charlene (Monaco) and The Princess of Naples, I think her name is Marina (the only non- reigning one). So Angie is Catholic just has to wear black because isn't the queen of a Catholic monarchy

Fun Fact - Liechtenstein is a Catholic monarchy too but for some reason they don't have the privilege. I don't know why that is tbh. If anyone does can they please explain.

Aww anon you're welcome ❤️❤️

#ash's asks #anons

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nyotamalfoy · 2 years

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First Impressions

Ram Charan x fem!reader

a/n: okay, so here's the deal, im in love with this man and i couldn't resist writing for him especially after being inspired by seeing all the amazing content created by the talented af people on here so i want you all to know that I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS SO MUCH

also, no disrespect to his wife, ily upasana

warnings: harassment, swearing (like one word)

its giving premam nivin pauly vibes and i love it anyway

Part 1 || Part 2

“Haan to tu milne kab aa rahi hai?” (So, when are you coming to meet me?)

“Arrey waah, now I have to come and see you? Tu idhar aaja na iss baar, Alia.” (Oh wow….You come here this time, Alia.)

“You know what? We are coming there for the movie promotion tomorrow, so we’ll just meet there. You good with that?”

“Oh my god, you mean to say RRR movie ki puri cast aa rahi hai? As in Ram Charan and Jr. NTR too?” (You mean to say that the whole cast of RRR is coming?)

“Haan behen tera bachpan ka pyaar bhi aa raha hai saath mein. Chal mein rakhti hoon, mujhe nikalna hai abhi.” (Yes, sister, your childhood love is also coming with. Okay I’m hanging up the phone, I need to leave now.)

“Accha theek hai, chal bye.” (Okay then, bye.)

Y/N stared at the phone screen for a long minute after hanging up the call. She still couldn’t fathom the fact that she might have the slightest chance of meeting her celebrity crush and it was all thanks to her friend, the one and only Alia Bhatt.

She thanked her lucky stars for that day in the university in Australia when she met this girl. Even though they were pursuing different degrees and were from different parts of India and weren’t even the same age, they instantly clicked. Alia wasn’t a big name in Bollywood back then like she is now but was still famous, being from a famous family and all. Y/N had no idea who Alia was when she first met her but slowly over the years, she started finding out more about Alia’s family and who they were and what they did. That didn’t change their friendship whatsoever and now, they were still the best of friends, they just didn’t meet that often with Y/N still finishing her degree in Australia and Alia being busy with movies.

Much to Y/N’s delight, she was in India for the summer break and had informed Alia when she called. So, now it was just a matter of time before she would meet her friend again and she was beyond ecstatic that it might also mean meeting Ram Charan who had been her celebrity crush for the longest time. But she thought back to Alia’s phrasing of ‘bachpan ka pyaar’ and cringed. It made him sound old like she had been watching his movies since she was a child. While that wasn’t entirely true, she had liked him for quite some time.

A notification lit up her phone screen pulling her out of her reverie. It was from Alia, informing Y/N of the time and place for their meeting tomorrow. She also said how excited she was to meet her after so long and that she had told Ram and Tarak about her who both wanted to meet her. Y/N did a double take when she read that last line.

“Wait, they want to meet me?” Y/N texted Alia, still in a bit of a shock.

“Yes? Well, they told me they had found this amazing restaurant and asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner with them before the first day of the promotions, that is tomorrow, but I said that I have to go meet a friend, which is you, in case you didn’t get that. So, they said that we could all go the day after tomorrow. All as in, you, me, Ram, and Tarak.” Alia replied with ease as if that answered all of Y/N’s questions.

“Aesa to kya bola tune mere baareme ki unko milna hai mujhse ab?” (What the hell did you tell them because of which they want to see me now?)

“Arrey yaar tu phaltu ka tension bohot leti hai,” Alia replied. “Don’t worry, I only said the good things.” And maybe showed them your Instagram profile, Alia added mentally but didn’t dare tell her that. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then, don’t be late!” (“Dude, you stress too much.”)

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Standing in front of her suitcase, Y/N contemplated her outfit for the night. She researched the place Alia had mentioned in her message and quickly realised that it was a high-end restaurant. So, she settled on a comfortable yet fancy knee-length dress and paired it with a pair of elegant heels. Grabbing her phone and her clutch, she left her room and called an Uber seeing as she didn’t have an Indian driver’s licence.

After a long half an hour, the restaurant came into view and Y/N let out a sigh of relief for finally getting out of the traffic. She walked in through the door and found it almost full to the brim with people, rich people with very fancy looking attires. Suddenly glad that she had chosen this dress instead of her usual jeans and shirts, she stopped at the hostess’ podium and smiled at the girl in uniform holding an iPad.

“Hello, ma’am, do you have a reservation with us tonight?” She asked in a polite and sweet voice.

“Hi, uh yes, I’m meeting a friend here? Ms. Bhatt?” Y/N looked around and noticed some familiar famous faces in the huge spacious room, while she waited for the girl to find the reservation.

“Oh yes! Here it is, but it seems like you are just about 15 minutes early so the table isn’t ready yet, but you’re welcome to wait in our bar area,” She smiled apologetically and informed her.

Y/N looked over at the bar and observed that it looked very clean and well-kept, and there weren’t many people there unlike some other restaurants’ she had seen. So, she deemed it okay enough and turned back to smile at the girl awaiting her reply. “Okay, yeah that’s fine, thank you!”

After a few minutes of waiting, she decided to order a soft drink and pulled out her phone to let Alia know that she had reached. Her eyes suddenly widened when she felt a hand on her lower back and she whipped her head around to find a well-dressed man, probably older than her by quite a bit, leaning down to speak to her.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?” He said with his face too close to her to be comfortable.

“I’m waiting for my friend, please go away.” She leaned back, away from him, disgusted and terrified.

“Damn, you got a hot accent. NRI?” He made no effort to move and continued, “Let me keep you company while this friend of yours arrives.” Grabbing the back of the bar stool, he turns it so that she faces him.

“Please leave, I don’t want to talk to you.” Her voice trembles a bit as she tries to think what she should do but her mind draws a complete blank.

“Why are you playing so hard to get? Huh?” He grabs her chin and tilts her face up. “Just relax and I’ll show you a good time.”

She feels her face drain of any colour and her hands start to shake. This can’t be happening, do something Y/N! Fight him! Scream! Do something! But it’s all in vain as she freezes. Tears form in her eyes, not again, please God, help me.

He holds the side of her neck with his large clammy hands and leans in to kiss her. She watches in horror, unable to move, feeling like she isn’t in her own body but watching it all happening from outside.

Suddenly, she hears a voice, a very familiar voice, before feeling a presence behind her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

a/n: thoughts?

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