#Shesmetet

[wanderingskemetic]

🦁Subtle Shesmetet Worship⚰️

Greatly inspired by @khaire-traveler's wonderful subtle worship series, which can be found here.

Visit cemeteries; leave flowers at graves (with permission); or help clean up gravesites (if allowed)

Honor your ancestors/souls that have passed

Learn self-defense, weapons included or not

Learn about and uphold Ma'at

Make a playlist or listen to songs that remind you of her or you think she'd like

Make a collage/moodboard/pinterest board/similar collection of photos and images you associate with her, especially if some of the images are your own

Wear a piece of jewelry or other clothing item that reminds you of her

Light a candle or incense that reminds you of her (safely)

Carry a picture of her in your wallet, pocket, phone case, etc. or as a phone or computer wallpaper

Have lioness or girdle imagery

Dedicate a belt, girdle, or similar item to her and wear it

Take charge/leadership roles in parts of your life

Hold onto any family heirlooms; keep items from people who have passed in your life

Support humanitarian organizations, especially funeral funding or suicide prevention ones

Exercise a little, even if it's just stretching

Practice standing up for yourself; speak your mind and assert your personal boundaries

Carry a protective charm with you

Stand up for other people

Practice restraint and self-control

Learn about death; acquaint yourself with the idea of death; figure out what you believe happens after death

Requested by @likeadeadbattery. Unfortunately, since we know so little about her, this list is fairly short.

I may add more to this list in the future. Suggestions are always appreciated.

Link to the Kemetic Subtle Worship Masterpost

[dwellerinthelibrary]

Still weird as hell. :)

[An Egyptian papyrus. Top: four black jackals tow the solar barque, containing a yellow sundisc which contains a black scarab. In the prow is the shesmetet symbol in red. Beneath the boat a black snake wriggles. Below, four mummiform gods or demons sit facing the imiut fetish. They are white with red mummy braces. Their heads, right to left, are: two snakes; a uraeus; a baboon; a green jackal.]

DSC02400 by Arqueóloga22 on Flickr.

From the papyrus of Djedmaatiuesankh, the four jackals towing the barque again. These funerary papyri are weird as hell, but you see the same scenes and figures cropping up over and over - plus those scenes are often from one of the known afterlife books, such as the Book of the Dead or the Book of What is in the Netherworld (the Amudat). So the more of them you see, the less abstruse and the more intelligible they become. They’re still weird as hell, though.

[loosebaresoul]

shattered under cold moonlight sauntering around the indigo i’m within the bare touch of drifting ghosts one whispers out the name Shesmetet as blood from self inflicted wounds trickles down it keeps this ugly duckling diligent if only to cure a lil monachopsis i'll be on the hilltop trying to desperately forget clutching many broken promises in hand until the wind blows fortuitously freeing up some sorrows until we meet again

[bigbadjackal]

Perhaps this is a weird question, but do you pronounce the ‘t’ at the end of feminine names? Like Amunet and Anupet or even Ammut.

Hi goldenwatcher,

I do personally, but whether it's most authentic to do so or not, I've no idea. I'm not a phoneticist and it's really not my area at all. But you should check out this page, it was written up by someone for whom this is very much an area of expertise. I have also asked him directly and the answer is complicated to say the least. The following is my curated version, selecting for the more practical aspects he shared with me.

"The .t ending is the normal ending for a grammatically feminine word. This shared across much of the Afro-Asiatic language phylum. In many languages the pronounced ending (often *-at, but in various situations it could have other vowels too, depending on language and period and register.)"

"By the later OK (say 5th Dyn very roughly, the /t/ begins to drop out in a few words. This progresses over time, leaving (usually) a final schwa-like or /e/ or /a/ vowel . You see this in many words in Coptic that are feminine. (in Bohairic and Fayoumic it can be spelled with -i as well.)"

(He then spoke about a number of more technical issues with the implication that there was a general overall erosion of the -t from the language and its retention only in some rather particular grammatical cases.)

"A special wrinkle is feminine nisba nouns that are formed on underlying feminine nouns ending in -t. bAst.t, rnnut.t, Ssmt.t (Bastet, Renenutet, Shesmetet) are examples. Those preserve the first t while dropping the final one, according to the original basic rule."

"OK that got us into Goddess names. But one final warning first. It could very well be that -t pronunciations were retained in very formal and religious speech used ritually and for maybe some high literary registers."

"By the MK, probably in informal speech, final feminine ts were dropped in pausal, non-possessed and non-construct situations. By Late Egyptian this was quite far along and was moving into epistolary writing - with final -ts dropping out in hieratic and some simple common words in hieroglyphic - like nb for nb.t. By Ptolemaic we commonly see spellings that drop the final t even in hieroglyphic on Temple walls. It is basically after the NK that you see spellings of Bastet's name with only one t. And even then, not always..."

"Now, we have a good amount of transcriptions from Assyrian cuneiform and Greek, etc that indicate that many Goddess names (and Epithets) are not ordinarily pronounced with final ts. But internal ones in compound names are - like H(w).t-Hr and nb.t-H(w).t. Some names always kept the final t - like ni(y).t (Neith). Isis (originally *Úsit) loses the t (from Greek: Ése)."

"Big bad conclusion. We have to look at the evidence for every single name to figure this out!! While many final t's go away, some persist forever."

A little add from me: In the name Ammut, that final -t is actually not present because of her gender, but is part of mwt, a word for the dead, which she am-swallows. And Hannig Lexica-1 is indicating that mwt is actually a masculine word. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[necronatron]

I haven’t posted anything of mine here in a while so I might as well post this. This is my first ever attempt at painting, especially scenery, so I guess it’s pretty good for my first try.

This is my good boi Bennu taking care of Shesmetet’s oasis after his morning coffee. FRew, it’s time for some polo shirts pWEASE

I got this vision of this part of our oasis and I couldn’t get it out of my head because it was too fucking beautiful for me to handle, so I painted it. I still can’t believe I did it tbh. I’m planning on making a detailed map of our clan and its territory, and paint several locations because I FUCKING LOVE DESERTS AGDFGFSG. I can’t wait to work on this project some more!

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Kemetic Subtle Deity Worship Masterpost

These are arranged alphabetically. Any post not made by me is marked as such.

Aset

Amun

Bast (made by @pupilofbast)

Bes

Djehuty

Hetheru

Khonsu

Ptah

Ra

Sekhmet

Seshat

Shesmetet

Wepwawet

Wesir

This list will be updated as more posts are made!

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Golden Prince Naga Boyfriend (Shesmetet) 3

I may have to break this down into another part as it’s so long already. 

Warning: some threats and language.

Words: 3k

1 [NSFW]   -   2   -  4  -  5 (FINALE)

Divine Worship Part 3

His chambers were poorly lit compared to the countless times you had been there to share his bed, the fading candles blowing softly in the aromatic room of sweet pomegranates and lemon slices that filled your nostrils but did not seem to calm your nerves. 

You knew of the consequences, the outcome in which your life would be on the line, but you didn’t know exactly how to take it all.  

The Jade Prince was by his table drinking from his golden cobra chalice the same wine he had ‘borrowed’ from his sister, observing how he poured and drank from it like it was water. Two, then three, then four. 

His body was showing all signs of fatigue and strain: his usual sleek ink-black hair was so unkempt and tangled, the stress of being the representative of his father on top of all the things surrounding you.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was all your fault, had you kept this all from happening and not even going to his bedchambers more and more, you wouldn’t be having to stress for your life being taken by the Princess Iseka.

You had been on the verge of doubling over and pouring your tears out in front of the prince, your last moment of courage bringing you to speak his name. “Your Grace-”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was gravelly and deeper than expected, but his body didn’t show any signs of inebriation, “I’m sorry for all of this.”

You twisted your fingers to clench at your dress, your hair guarding you of your eyes that were threatening to spill those tears. 

“No, this is my fault.” You confessed forlornly. “The Rising Sun is your betrothed and I will ruin that alliance if it is to be revealed to the court. I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

You understood your punishment would be a fate worse than death if his father found out, but your morbid mentality had come to slowly accept this. 

Before you, the large naga had twisted so sudden and swift that you didn’t think was possible for a creature his size. Like a coiled viper, Shesmetet had moved up the stairs to come to face you fully, his large head and torso still towering over you even when his entire body and tail was lying from the base of the stairs. 

His large clawed fingers came to rest and cradled you from the curve of your cheeks to your jaw, his hands almost swallowing your face whole. You breathed in relief to his touch, relishing in how your body instinctively moved in closer. 

“I do not want to hear you speak those words again, my love.” His golden eyes were pooling with emotion and sadness, his darkened scales looked like encrusted rocks from the far corners of the world. “We will get through this together.”

Your heart fluttered at the term of endearment he had used so soon and so suddenly, but it made your stomach quiver with adoration and admiration for the golden prince. “What about the Princess? Or your father?”

“I would rather burn the four corners of the eastern hemisphere and the other courts before she could touch you or harm you in any way.” He protectively declared, his bare muscular chest swelled with pride, his eyes flickered with further thought. 

“As for my father, well... the old man will not see fit to have my beloved taken away from me without it costing my life or my titles thrown across the sands.”

You needed to know whether it was true or not, his words that he had told his sister, the Star of The Sea: ‘I know, but as long as I get to spend a lifetime with you, that is all that will matter.’

He brought you back to his attention with a gentle stroke of his fingers against your knuckles. “You’re pensive.”

“I’m anxious, I worry that this will all flare up and come down horribly.” You cradled yourself as you pulled your gaze from him. “Your sister isn’t pleased with this arrangement.”

“My sister has been free from my father’s laws since she had been declared his heir. She takes her plights of fancy wherever she goes.” The Young Flame chortled wryly, his gaze melting for you once more. “But, I don’t believe she is infuriated with you—no, someone would have to be witless to have bad blood with you, my dear. Let Amvalma cool before the storm; she will be using it against me rather than anyone else. My sister’s wroth can last for many moons.”

You wanted to believe his words, but you knew that it was true for Princess Amvalma to hold her stubbornness close to her. If there was anyone you wanted to check over with, it was definitely her.

“Let us enjoy the rest of this evening, I would rather have you in my arms than to worry about anything else in this world.” Shesmetet pressed warming kisses to each of your fingers, dispelling any further worries from brewing and frothing over, gently leaning you into the pillows behind as he took his place beside you, his large coils curling around you lovingly.

“The break of day will bring another hurdle.” You reminded yourself softly, bringing the prince’s attention. “One that we will face together.” He kissed at your flesh once more tenderly. “I’m on your side, no matter what.” Your body coiled into the curve of his arm, using his rising and falling chest to rest your head as the two of you allowed sleep to take over.

-

The Star of the Sea had ignored you at breakfast, her posture stiff as well as her face being wrangled free from her relaxed nature, painfully kissing her future sister in law’s cheeks dutifully as the food was being served around them. 

Quail eggs and blood sausages, fried and skewered lizard with a sea of fruits of all sorts that had been imported, but the Jade emperor’s children had picked at the food lightly as they sat in a stiff-necked silence. 

It was never this quiet, always the table had been filled with merriment and soft music, but the hall had been all-so dead with no soul to be heard. The staff had been too sapped of all life as they served the sweet wines to the royals silently.

The Princess Iseka had been sat next to her husband-to-be, dressed in a beaded headpiece that was nothing in comparison to Amvalma’s golden piece. Instead, hers took after the Jade court’s colours of deep greens and blacks; the small bells jingling in her braided hair whenever her head moved.

You had found Kira in the back of the room, and when you had gone to stand beside her from the opposite side of the room, she was already discreetly leading you out of the room with her hold around your wrist.

“Is it true? His Grace wishes to denounce his marriage to the Rising Sun?” Her voice was in a hushed whisper.

“How did you know?”

“I’m not surprised the entire court hasn’t heard of this, sparing the ears of the Emperor and Princess Iseka.” Her stance read disappointment, the motherly figure standing before you was all you needed in feeling more worthless. 

Her hands reached out towards you suddenly, feeling at your palms and forearms, onlooking the flesh for any bruises or marks. “He’s not forcing you to do this… His Grace… is he?”

“Gods, no, Kira.” You held her by her hands carefully, squeezing on emphasis. “His Grace hasn’t hurt me or threatened me ever since I was chosen to lay with him. This isn’t what I wanted… the gossip, the rumours being told from staff to be spread to the handmaidens then to someone who I wouldn’t want them knowing.”

Kira’s eyebrow raised in confusion. “…His Grace… The Young Flame is smitten with you, truly it seems.”

“He promises me my safety, but I do not know whether I shall be safe if he is not around always. He has been tired from his work, and I know where the grass lurks, snakes do too.”

“The worst ones for sure.” Kira gave a sympathetic smile, pulling something from her pocket as she pressed it into the palm of your hand. “My sweet, I hope that the Gods are kind to you. You are a bright soul too. I pray that Iseka never finds out.”

“Thank you, Kira.” You smiled woefully, looking to the gift she had given you: pressed into you palm was a golden amulet, its curves familiar to you in what was given to those for good fortune and help. “That was my sisters, but I know that this will come in handy for you more than I.”

“Oh, Kira.” You reached to hug the older woman, not expecting her to reciprocate it, but when you felt her arms wrap around your waist, you felt the tears spill from your eyes. “I’m so afraid.”

“I know, my sweet. But His Grace sees something in you that must leave him wanting more. No doubt of it, I see that he is more lifted when you are in the room.” She smiled and pulled back, wiping back your tears, glaring at the passing staff who gave odd looks. 

It got you thinking: how in the name of the Jade Empire were you going to get away from the grasps of Iseka? There was no doubt you would be able to, but you couldn’t think of any other ways of being able to be excused if something terrible were to happen.

Your thoughts for the rest of the day included trying to ignore any invasive thoughts that could endanger yourself, tending to be silent and obedient to those whenever they wanted something. 

Princess Amvalma had been ignoring you for the entirety of the day, and when it came to her tending to her affairs, you had been more than surprised when she had picked another one of her handmaidens to help her get ready for the night, brushing you and the other ladies-in-waiting with little regard.

It left you a bit heartbroken: knowing full well that this wasn’t going to as easy as Shesmetet had stated. Amvalma’s wroth was worse than I had expected. You thought as you walked the poorly-lit halls and passageways to get back to your chambers. And now, I was to be hated by her.

There had been the glinting of metal scraping along the golden marble as you looked up in time to bump into the tall figures; two exactly. Their amour was a burnt copper of rust and oranges, their bardiches glinting in contrast to their smooth scales of dark greens to pale browns. You didn’t recognise them to be of the royal Jade court guard, but the realisation was spreading quickly in your mind like wildfire. 

Oh, your thought had been, and then you had been grabbed at you and your noises of protest began.

They dragged you by each up back up the corridor you had come from, your protests and yelping for help came as futile when they had ignored you and spoke in tongues that you didn’t understand. Threats, and those blades had told you to keep quiet.

West then east, the corridors spiralled, growing confused and lost as to where you were going. Finally, their rough touches and hands pushed you to the ground as they halted, bowing as four others appeared from the loitering shadows.

You should’ve known that you were in deep waters when you heard the eerie noise grow closer and finally emerged out. The gleeful bells of misery.

“This is the one? The one they have been speaking of?” Princess Iseka’s was heavily laced with a thick accent and venom on her tongue from how she spoke so lowly of your presence, gliding out from the dimness to present herself.

Her size alone was smaller than the Star of The Sea, but she alone was still long and twice in height compared to you, dwarfing you like you were a meek mouse in the awaiting jaws of a cat.

Her bells didn’t stop jingling until she was standing up-close and above you, towering you with ease, her cat-like gaze acidifying at the sight of you, scowling. “A common base harlot, I see. This one stole my intended.”

Your body had rocked you with free that shocked your system from doing anything, shakily raising your hands above your head in a plea. “Forgive me, Princess—I never wanted any trouble.”

“And yet, you stole my betrothed, your Prince, and used your parts to get you into his bed.” She hissed lowly, and when you caught sight of the long pointed nails attached to her fingers, you flinched at what she would do.

“My Shesmetet, partaking in fucking human whores, how I will change his ways when we are wedded. As for you,” the same hand you had been looking at grabbed at you suddenly by your face, lifting you up in the air with ease by the grip around your throat, her nails digging into your skin painfully. “I will deal with you accordingly.”

You body scrambled to get some air, the tears falling like diamonds from your cheeks, dropping to her own flesh, blinding you from how much you begged in choked cries. 

“Such a pitiful little thing. I can see why he took interest in you, you were easy to break, I see. He will grow bored of you when I pretty you up for him. He will find you ever so comely.” She grinned amused, her eyes glinting with murderous intent.

You final wrack of a sob echoed through the dark hall, your thoughts going to whether the Gods themselves had been cruel to curse you like this. Iseka was right: you were more suited as a street whore than handmaiden to the heir. And you would be remembered as one for your crimes.

A deep rasping hiss broke the hostile air, Iseka herself had stiffened on sight, her gaze wavering to what was standing behind, her grip loosening bit by bit until she dropped you to the ground not so nicely in fear. 

The floor bruised your knees your skin blotchy and bloody as you gripped at your neck to get air in. When you had looked back to what was there, you realised you hadn’t been alone.

You recognised the colours: the jade and blacks, the glinting gold and gilded armour of the guards of the court, and charging in so dangerously and heatedly the Prince himself. 

You didn’t think the stare he was holding would make yourself quake: a look of such repugnance and abhorrence for the Rising Sun that you thought it had been originally for you.

With all power of his tail, he had parted through his guards down the middle like parting the sea waves, before growing himself to hover over Iseka, his eyes of liquid gold pooling with such spite and fury. “Get yourself out of my father’s court before I have my men cut you and your dogs into ribbons.”

The Rising Sun looked to be on the verge of tears at his threat - even her tears appeared to the colour of leaking gold. “But, m-my love!-”

“Don’t make me say it again, you heard me the first time. I don’t want to share your presence again.” He turned from her with little thought, with the Princess and you being left in hysteria from what had just happened. 

With his back to her, he called to his men with a beckon. “Escort the Princess to her chambers, I wish her good travels back to her court.”

Her pleas and cries could be heard as both she and the Jade Prince’s guards accompanied her out from the hallway, leaving the two of you alone once more. With the fury and resentment replaced with tenderness and devotion, Shesmetet collected you into his broad arms, hugging you tightly to his chest. 

“My love.” His voice was full of relief.

You didn’t care now whether or not you two had been alone now, for you had allowed yourself to fully cry in his presence, the Golden naga had embraced you warmly and allowed you to weep into his chest whilst he murmured softly and sweetly in reassurance.

“I’m… I’m sorry this all happened.”

“No, I’m sorry on her behalf.” Shesmetet began gravelly, pulling away to carefully wipe away a tear with the back of his finger. “I don’t think I have ever felt so much rage for what she almost did to you there. I could’ve sliced her in half in that very moment.”

You gasped softly to yourself: not thinking that he would do so much to protect you, but it warmed your chest and made your heart flutter with butterflies, the small sad smile that adorned your features brought him to tenderly kiss at your lips so fearlessly, not caring of who was there nor not.

“I will never let you out of my sight, you hear? I will never let another lay a hand on you again.” He promised softly, and you believed him truly. “But your father? Your sister? They will not be pleased with you dropping the marriage.”

The smile and laughter that erupted over the Gold Prince’s features were pleasing and beautiful to hear, his rich eyes drinking you in with so much appreciation and love.

“My sister knows so far as what I must do, but I know it is what I have to do for duty and for my family.”

You were expecting him to reject his love for you for his family and royal blood, but instead, he cradled you close as he kissed at your knuckles. “My father will not like the news when I tell him how much I wish to marry you.”

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I don't know why, but when I was reading part 5 of Shesmetet I imagined a fluffy scene of the reader brushing his hair and kissing his neck from behind while saying his hair is soft. It was so out of nowhere I was just ??? Why did I imagine that??? It was cute in my mind tho 😂

No, wait stop, that's actually so cute and ty for sharing that thought too🥺 I think they would definitely do that when they've got spare time and the evenings to rest, just quality comfort and being soft with each other💫

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What happened to the Naga prince's lovers mentioned in Part 1? Were they discarded/left because the Prince grew bored of them? Did the Prince loved them or was he messing around with them? I feel like while the Prince's past dalliances are constantly talked about, we don't know much about what happened and how he felt.

Okay, I'm gonna do a deep down on my own writing because clearly, I have nothing better to do. 😂

I think it depends on what the readers think, as many royals in the past have taken mistresses and lovers on top of being married.

In my opinion, I think that it was a 'happened in the past, don't take so many' type of thing, especially as Shesmetet had been assigned a higher role as a representative if his father was absent.

Though it's slightly secretive with how he tries hiding them from his father and older sister, I still believe he's cut down on the number of people who have come to his chambers for nightly visits.

Take for instance this quote:

He smiled at that, pleased. “I have slept with mere hundreds, if not thousands of those who have come to visit, some even lovers I have taken. But never, never have I taken a human to my bed.”

How I wrote it was to be in the past, not an occurring thing, as for if he actually loved them, I think they were seen more as slight flings, or if one or two did develop into something more, it wouldn't have lasted long.

I think it's something Shesmetet doesn't want to bring up once again with his new bride, having met her through similar circumstances.

But I hope that explains things a bit better.‍💫

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November Exophilia Fics

Lupin/ Raesokeran Canis (Casen) - OkCryptid Collab

Alien Captain (Sorloith Qhundin) Part 2 [NSFW]

Golden Prince Naga Boyfriend (Shesmetet) Part 4

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Was there any characters from others fictions that you got inspired by for writing the Golden Naga Prince?

I was actually!😁 Here are two characters similar that I got inspired by for Prince Shesmetet:

- Like Prince Lotor from Voltron: LD, Shesmetet can be diplomatic, polite and intent on strengthening his empire for all to see, but the Naga Prince can be also impulsive, care-free, passionate (in the bedroom too) and bold. Even though he is second in line for the title of the Jade Emperor behind his sister, the Jade Prince is not envious of the succession, having rather being loyal to his court and family than of what most would expect. Shesmetet is cunning and doesn’t share much to many, and it is always a guessing game to his family as to what he is really up to, just like how Lotor is seen by the other paladins.

- Loki - although known for being the God of Mischief - shows in later films that he is motivated by his love for Thor and for redemption for his criminal past. I think if Shesmetet was inspired by any Gods, it would be a mixture between Loki and Dionysus (god wine, winemaking, grape cultivation, fertility, ritual madness, theatre, and religious ecstasy.) Loki and Shesmetet both share the cunning nature, but also being both good-hearted and intelligent with skills in fighting.

Like Lotor, Loki and Shesmetet, they’re all cunning and ambitious for love, power and acceptance, but knowing that to go full out to achieve these is what makes them so bold and simply ‘arduous’.

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Recent Monster Fics:

As of March-April 2020

Male Werewolf (Rhys) x Human! Reader Part 2 (Modern AU)

Male Orc (Mykel) x Female! Reader (ask from an anon)

Golden Naga Prince (Shesmetet) x Female! Reader {NSFW}

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What story did you enjoyed writing the most? Or do you have a favorite character that you created? Take care of yourself ☀️💙💙

Ooh, that’s a good question! 😁I have a few that I like for different reasons:

Ezekiel the Vampire - his personality and lack of interactions and visitors reveals just how far he’s gone to hating humans and slowly showing he is willing to accept humanity once more.

Prince Shesmetet - I love Nagas, royalty/fantasy settings, characters who are so impulsive. I also enjoy writing his sister and of the jade court. 

Vevmis the Drow - his backstory and personality - moody emo Drow who’s a lone wolf - are what I love most about him.

I think a story that I enjoyed writing the most was Shesmetet.

To put it simply, characters who have really tragic backstories and push humanity/humans away and have to learn to accept and love again or one who is so indifferent yet charismatic that you don’t know what they’re up to are ones I love and enjoy writing. Take care and happy reading!~💫

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Hello! I just stumbled upon and finished reading your Devine worship story, the Shesmetet x Reader. At the end you said you wish you could get commissions of him? Well. UhhH- if you can send me a description of what he looks like i'm willing to draw him (if motivation doesn't fail me qwq). Look at it as fanart because i really liked the story and want to thank you for your amazing writing!

Ah, that would be very kind of you! I never expected this and I would happily do so!

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I must know when you're writing again admin! I miss your writing so much! The OCs, the storylines, the DEPTH. Everything! I need MORE! (though take your time writing please)

Thank you, I appreciate your kind words, anon! 😄I have been working on things mixed with being at uni, but I have lots of parts I want to complete - I do believe that Prince Shesmetet shall return for a final chapter soon - but other than that, I will be working on small things like HC or small imagines. My Imbox is open atm for questions or requests, however, my commissions are closed for now. 💫😊 

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Golden Prince Naga Boyfriend (Shesmetet) 2

1 [NSFW]  -  3  -  4  -  5 (FINALE)

Divine Worship Part 2

“The prince’s betrothed is said to be coming today, from the Garnet Court,” Kira told you in the early hours, her voice chipper for the dawn still rising, “Princess Iseka is said to have the title of Rising Sun, like her mother.”

“I heard she liked to bathe in her handmaiden’s blood, to keep her skin youthful; a sorceress if you ask me.” Thaile: younger than you and waifish in size added behind you, brushing your hair with little consideration to get the tangles out. 

“You be careful with that tongue of yours, the Emperor could have it.” Kira hissed, a warning for the younger as she quietened for a moment. “I’m just saying.”

“The Prince won’t like to hear you speak so lowly of his wife-to-be, nor will they allow us to whisper secrets and gossip of her when she arrives at court for the fortnight. Once their vows are said, there will be no hiding from her.” Kira sighed, continuing to bead the headdress for the crown princess; glowing like gilded armour.

If only they knew what the Prince had said to me. A small smile appeared on your face: reminiscing over the Jade Prince’s words. His heat cycle had lasted for the week since you had been bedded to him; surprising to you that he had kept you coming to his chambers in the evenings to help him be rid of it.

You didn’t know how well you would be able to hide it from Princess Amvalma, for your nightly disappearances weren’t asked of or questioned when you had prepared her for sleep.

You weren’t even sure if her brother had been the one to brag to her about being able to bring you to his bed, but you were certain it would’ve taken long before the news would arrive for her to hear. She’s smart, her other handmaidens and ladies-in-waiting aren’t, the news will come swiftly with the wind.

Kira had been asking day in and out about what you got up to with Prince Shesmetet, and although it left you red in the face in sparing the details, she was still fascinated to hear it from you.

‘He seems smitten,’ She smiled to you, a frown forming at her next words, ‘but how long will it go on for?’

Not for so long, but you had been told not to feel disheartened by his lack of visits from you, promising you that final night that he would see you once more. ‘Little one,’ Shesmetet had you curled into his chest, tenderly stroking at the side of your face as your eyes grew tired for slumber, ‘rest assured, I have enjoyed your time too much to see you away so soon.’

But had he been lying? The Jade Court's living family line and its descendants were known for being sly around other nobles - to prosper and be the most known and richest to all the other empires - but he had been so kind to you, enamoured of you that it hurt to not spend evenings with him; held in his arms so lovingly.

It didn’t take long for his passion and physical affections for you to fester and make you feel so very fond of him.

“When will they marry?” You had asked the two, ignoring their talk.

“Before the season of the harvest, his Grace has proclaimed this before Prince Shesmetet’s anniversary of his two-hundred-and-eightieth year,” Kira said.

There was no denying there was a prang in your chest for the information you heard, and although you were simply one of Princess Amvalma’s favoured handmaidens, you yearned for a life where you could simply be more than that; especially in the eyes of the Jade Prince.

-

The Jade and glittering court had been packed to the brim with staff, lords and ladies alike, both human and Nagas, watching in wonder as they stared to the mighty Emperor, Eirgotzo on his gilded throne of heavy gold, the old emperor was the same colouring as his children, with streaks of grey in his hair for his much longer life; his eyes gold speckled with green, fitting for his title.

His two children stood on the side of him on the steps, dressed in their colours of gold and blacks: you had helped Princess Amvalma dress in an elegant jade with slits on each side of her long onyx tail, the beaded headdress atop her smooth long black hair like millions of glistening teardrops, her mouth always in a relaxed position to laugh.

Her brother was whom you had your eyes on for this time, for he was wearing a rapier attached to his hip for his grandeur, dressed in the familiar shades of gold and blacks with a shimmering sash wrapped around his waist and broad collar in the colours of topaz and gold, his arms crossed over his chest. Compared to in size of his sister, he was taller in height, by only a fraction.

The Rising Sun was as beautiful as she had been described: her tail colour of a flickering flame, her skin was a faded copper, similar to the fiery locks she had braided back behind her ears, and when she moved, you noted the jingles of small gold bells braided through; jingling gleefully.

It didn’t take long for it to annoy you.

The Princess Iseka had reached the steps below the throne, her shimmering bronzed eyes fluttering with the sharp smile she had on her lips, her attention falling to the Jade Prince. “Your Grace, it is an honour to be in your court, I have heard many stories since I was young of how fantastic your empire was.”

“The Rising Sun has a fitting title,” Emperor Eirgotzo replied down to her, smiling but not through his eyes, “We welcome you to the Jade Court.” He gestured to his children to his right. 

“My heir and beautiful daughter, the future Jade Empress, Star of the Sea, Princess Amvalma, and my son, The Young Flame and your husband-to-be, Prince Shesmetet.”

“Your Grace, Your Grace,” She sang when she looked especially towards Shesmetet, “I am honoured to finally meet you and to be your wife.”    

Reminded of his customs and manners in front of the entirety of court, Shesmetet slithered down to stand just on the step above Iseka, and dutifully taking her clawed hand into his own, kissing at her knuckles. “The pleasure is mine, Princess.”

Your temper would’ve boiled over there and then at the sight, but you had to remember that for foremost, she was to be his wife, and therefore, you would have to still respect her no matter what. As long as I remain the Star of the Sea’s handmaiden, I only abide by the court of the Jade Empire.

From the tops of the stairs, Shesmetet seemed to almost be scouting for someone amongst the large crowds, and almost out of sense, he had found you; scattered you didn’t think you would be found from the millions of faces. 

Your heart nearly sprang out of your chest when you swore he had winked at you; before returning to his place beside his sister as if nothing had happened, his father continued on with addressing his court.

-

The Star of the Sea had asked her ladies-in-waiting and yourself to draw her a bath that evening, using the scents that had been given to her as a gift from her future sister-in-law’s family. The scents of jasmine and lemon, drops of petals scattered on the surface of the water; a hint of sweetness that was needed for such a long day.

“Dear, stay with me, you can brush out my hair.” Amvalma had addressed to you with a warm smile, dipping her nude body into the heated water as she relaxed. Her bath and most of the baths were deep enough for all nagas to properly bathe in, the bath at least bigger than the ones you had been situated in that same evening you were to be in Shesmetet’s bed.

“At once, your Grace.” You bowed, gathering the items you needed as the Jade Princess dismissed her ladies, leaving you two alone in her bathhouse, situating yourself behind her as you took the hairbrush to detangle out her long locks.

You were more mindful of how you brushed out her hair compared to Thaile, who if given the job would’ve given the Princess a bald spot. Your gentle hands separated each section, starting from the ends and working upwards.

Amvalma hummed to herself, closing her eyes as you worked behind her, gently massaging her scalp the higher you worked. 

“What did you think of the Princess Iseka, your Grace?” You found your voice, knowing full-well that you were allowed to speak in front of the Princess no matter the question. You bite your lip, deciding how to question the Prince’s betrothed. “Her title is matching of her looks.”

“The Rising Sun, a fitting title for her late mother,” Hummed Amvalma, “but you would have to be blind to look at Iseka.”

You accidentally snorted, almost choking on your own saliva, urging the Princess to look back on you, her face warm with a large grin, knowing all too well that you were thinking the same. “Really? You don’t think she is becoming?”

Amvalma chortled through her flat nose, swatting the air as she cleaned herself nonchalantly. “My brother’s betrothed looks more like a black sun in a cold winter than one that is Rising,” she was sniggering to herself, “and she bores me exceedingly.” 

You had to control your laughter, making sure her ladies didn’t hear your responses to use against you, so you had to resort to chuckling quietly. “Alas, my old father thinks that she is a good match for him, but I think he could do better in his arrangements. Thousands of others would agree to themselves to have Shesmetet’s hand.”

“The ones he has bedded?” You asked.

“Precisely,” Amvalma began, her words made the hairs on your arms raise, “My brother has been with everyone who has caught his eye, but no-one who he has been arranged into marrying.” She shook her head at the thought, ink-black hair shaking around her, her locks beautiful. “It shall be a disaster.”

You remembered your fears for if she knew of what had happened between the two of you, now if she were to catch on that you had slept with Shesmetet, it too, would be a disaster.

“Has anyone caught the Prince’s eye so far?” You lamented, trying to suppress your sadness, not wanting her to know. “Perhaps,” Amvalma hummed in thought, “but he is rather secretive about it all as if he is trying to hide something not just from father, but from me.”

There it was: the pondering, the queries and theories, but you knew you wouldn’t come of this alive. Amvalma turned herself around to face you properly now, her golden eyes glinting in the candlelight of the room. 

“You know, you can tell me anything, I have no judgement nor shall you fear me, dear.” She reassured you, the smile dropping slightly on her face. “But, is there anything you wish to tell me?”

“Your Grace-- I-” You blubbered, finally feeling the idea that this would all go horribly wrong. The Jade Princess placed a warm tender hand on your arm, squeezing it carefully. “You can tell me anything.”

You could’ve jumped out the open balcony right there and then, fearing for everything, running out and fleeing before, starting a new life outside of the palace. You knew it was best, to tell the truth, it was better than for if it were to come out badly.

You took a deep exhale out from your nose, setting the hairbrush down. “Your Grace, the Prince-”

“Your Magnificence! Imported wine, a gift from The Rising Sun!” the figures emerged, the one who had come in first oblivious to the quietness of the bathhouse, the other ladies of Princess Amvalma coming in like an awaiting crowd.

Amvalma smiled respectfully, turning from you to look at the ladies waiting with a golden chalice with similar snake hilts curved around it. She settled their chatter as she thanked them, taking a glass as she was poured some.

She turned back to you, watching your sunken face as you finally had her eyes off of her for a moment, savouring in not having to spit out what had been chewing at your insides for ages. “Dear, are you unwell? Your face is pale.”

Your eyes flickered back up to meet golden ones, your eyes darting apprehensively, trying to form a smile back onto your features. “At the moment, yes, Your Grace, may I be pardoned?” You lied, taking the oils and scents as you were dismissed, wishing the Princess a good night, as you raced back to your own chambers, making sure to avoid anyone or anything.

- 

“His Grace, the Jade Prince is celebrating during the midday sun in celebration of the arrival of his wife-to-be. I heard the Rising Sun shall be wearing their engagement ring.” Thaile grinned from ear to ear, helping you sort through arranging the fruit; peeling mangoes and oranges into a large bowl for the guests to share amongst one another. 

“His Grace, the Emperor is pleased with the arrangement, wishing his daughter-in-law a prosperous marriage.”

You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face, reminiscing over Amvalma’s words, ‘It shall be a disaster’. You could only hope that this was true, that Shesmetet’s infidelity continued.

“Princess Amvalma gave Iseka her blessings, kissing both her cheeks, I saw it, I was there. It was beautiful.” The young girl swooned with naivety. If you knew one thing, lying was the best way to improve your situation, building you up on the scale; another chess piece that could win.

“If the harvest this year flourishes, it shall mean a bountiful marriage.” You stated, simply slicing the apple slices and throwing away the cores, “It has so far been dry.”

“You cannot say that! By the moon goddess, the harvest shall thrive, just you wait!” Thaile protested against your words, pouting her bottom lip as she sighed to her work so far. “We shall be needing another bowl from the kitchen, can you bring another?”

“Sure.” Just to get away from you, of course. You stood, putting your knife down and took away the heavy bowl full of fruit that could be sent to those who were placing food on the tables for the guests, leaving you to wander from the small courtyard back into the empty court, sticking to the walls and columns, hiding in the shadows as you walked up the stairs on the closed-off balcony. 

You could hear voices as you grew close, hushed voices, one more frustrated than the other. You came just close enough to hear a female voice hiss in wrath through the vacant hall.

“How dare you.” She hissed so low, you had thought they had been behind you. You stopped still in your tracks, pausing to listen in closely. “You may be offended, but you know she is important to me.” Another voice was followed, male and a velvety timbre, more smooth and calm in their tone as they spoke back.

“She is my handmaiden - a girl who came to me when she was ten!” She retorted back, her voice rising and never falling from her anger. “You never think, do you? I would be more than surprised if you had any sense in that thick head of yours, I think you share it with your cock.”

“You think this is some game?” She seethed, “You could’ve gotten her pregnant. What then? You would want your wife to be happy about you having a bastard with a lowborn? The bitch of a wife could have her killed.”

“Let you believe and think over these predictions, sister, you’re just like father, thinking over things that have rare chances of happening.”

Sister? Your eyes widened in realisation: it was Shesmetet, and so he was speaking with Amvalma. Oh, Gods, they could’ve been talking about someone you knew, or even-

“Do not bring her into this! She doesn’t deserve the heartache, the humiliation or even something much worse if Iseka finds out.” Amvalma warned. 

“I don’t care about my betrothed, her duty is for marriage, and there is nothing I find from the situation or her joyful.” Shesmetet heeded, “I do not care anymore, nor should I have the one I love taken from me for some other.”

You neared to the gap between the columns, trying your best to keep quiet and be unseen. “What are you trying to say, you blind fool? You love her?” The Star of The Sea had squinted her golden eyes towards her brother. 

“I’ve had enough time to spend with her through my evenings to know that she is unlike any other human I’ve met before, and I have chosen what I must do, regardless of what the consequences. I’m going to tell father, I’m calling off my marriage to Iseka personally.”

The bowl in your grip felt heavy like iron, your grip loses the grip of the bowl and soon you were squeezing your eyes shut at the loud clatter that crashed and echoed all along the walls of the golden hall, the two siblings head darting to the commotion, finding you there among the columns, a timid look in your eyes.

“Forgive me, I-I.” You flustered, trying to gather the broken pieces, failing at doing so, and hoping that if you were quick enough you could flee and get out before they could catch up to you. Your body moved to race down the stairs, but Shesmetet was there to move to the bottom of them to approach you, murmuring your name ever so softly along his lips.

“You realise father will have your head?” Amvalma remained in her spot, watching the scene unfold. The Jade Prince came to hold out his large hand, and gingerly you took it, meeting his strong arms as he embraced you, capturing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“I don’t care, I only care for one person, one who made me change my mind on humans because there is one good one in the world.” Shesmetet smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Father will denounce you of your titles.” Scoffed Amvalma, crossing her arms, “You need to think this through.”

“I denounce them all then,” Shesmetet declared, to you in fact, still he stared down at you like a cheerful boy who was given the best gift in the entire world. “I would rather live in the ends of the earth with this one than to live as a chest pawn.”      

“Think this through,” You brought his attention back him, stroking up his smooth bare arm, “you will be letting go of everything you have and own.”

“I know, but as long as I get to spend a lifetime with you,” he grinned, kissing your forehead with ease due to his height, “that is all that will matter.”