#aani lands

[stevviefox]

Wow!!!!

The bright colors!! The intricate carving!! This is amazing!!!

Awesome video displaying phenomenal craftsmanship—posted by one of my favorite Tiktok accounts: Tlingit_Haida

Aani (the land known as Southeast Alaska) has been home to the Tlingit and Haida Peoples since time immemorial

Edit: To clarify, this particular video features Git Hoan Dancers, of the Tsimshian Tribe. They say so in the video, but I realize my caption about the Tlingit and Haida Nations might cause confusion.

[tiredfox64]

Liu Kang × unimpressed person that does their best to make fun of him. If you could do him and a girl who could not care less hes a god and instead is making fun of his bob and the fact that he seems allergic to shirts given that he cant wear more than 75% of one at aany given time

I'm Not Impressed

Yip notes: I feel bad when I have to fake being impressed. It's a lot of "Really?!" which is the equivalent of "That's crazy"

Pairing: Liu Kang (MK1) x Afab reader

Warning‼️: I never warn about my language, second half not proofread cause I was in class

So god comes to your door one night and tells you that he wants you to be one of his champions. Right, okay, cool.

…

Cool? Sweetie, that’s your creator right there. Your creator asked YOU to be one of his champions to fight another realm. Did you need time to process that or…no, alright…I don’t know why I am trying to talk to you.

You’re not the kind to marvel at Liu Kang not that he asks for that. You’re not all that impressed. Sure, he’s the god of fire but if you think about it hard enough you could extinguish him with a fire extinguisher.

Let’s get this straight, you’re not undermining him at all. You understand that he could still beat your ass terribly. Nobody wants a burst ass. But you’re just not someone who is easily impressed. Some think you are plain rude. Some think you aren’t entirely neurotypical. You don’t see it that way, this is just who you are. You find it would be ruder to pretend to be impressed. This rule applies to everyone, not just Liu Kang. Even your family understands that about you.

Liu Kang could see that you weren’t like Johnny who didn’t believe Liu Kang at first. He knew you understood that he was the god of fire and the protector of Earthrealm. That didn’t stop you from making comments though.

Even after first introducing himself you made it clear that you didn’t care who he was. I mean you were outright ready to start shit the moment you opened the door.

“Who the fuck did your hair?” You said the moment your eyes landed on him.

“I beg your pardon?”

You saw his glowing eye go wide before narrowing in disappointment. He was hoping your comment was because you wanted to drive him away. A little tease like that won’t drive him away. So he explained the whole god thing and the protector bullshit to you.

“Oh yeah? Is that right?” Your tone was not rude you were actually asking if what he just said was the truth.

“Yes. Please, I must discuss important matters with you. May I enter?” He asked in his gentle voice.

“I mean, whatever, sure. But don’t try anything stupid I won’t hesitate to beat your ass.” You warned the literal fire god himself.

You believed everything he was saying which was surprising. If he could make himself burst into flames right in front of your eyes, you’d believe anything he says. You accepted his offer to go to the Wu Shi to train. It’s for a good cause so whatever. You could get out of the house.

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Poor Liu Kang, you never give him a break.

You always find something about him to make fun of. It could be his hair, his clothes, his face in general. You were warned to be more respectful of him. In a way, you do respect him by listening to what he has to say and the advice he gives you. But that doesn’t stop you from pointing out some silly things.

For example, his hair. You’re always pointing out the bun in the back. It does nothing. His hair is still down and possibly getting in the way. And when he mentioned to you all that he used to have a bob cut, hah, fuck him he shouldn’t have said it. You snorted the moment you heard that. You laughed at the thought of it because you could never understand why he would have that cut. Good thing he didn’t mention what color it used to be; he would never hear the end of it.

You also make fun of his facial expressions. He’s calm and you know it. But his resting face seems so disappointing. When he’s disappointed, like when Johnny doesn’t take something seriously, it adds more fuel to the fire. You only figured out the difference when you first said something.

“Well, ain’t you just a ray of fuckin sunshine. Why are you so upset?” You asked as you looked at everyone else training. They seem to be doing fine, what does he have to be upset about?

When you looked back at him you saw his eyebrows were more furrowed and you could see the corners of his mouth tip down. Now he was upset. He was upset with your assumption.

“I am only displeased with your attitude. I was fine beforehand.”

“Oh so you just look like that.”

May the elder gods help this man.

You watched him roll his eyes as he grimaced at your attitude. He pointed at the others to signal you to return to training. You put your hands up like you didn’t just insult this man’s face. He could see that smug fucking grin on your face.

His clothes though, ugh, that is so easy to poke at. It’s like he’s allergic to covering up. You would expect some modesty from a god but you could always be wrong.

You found it funny that the sleeves were rolled up. The shirt is already short-sleeved but apparently it’s not short enough for Liu Kang. If you wore your button-up shirts like he wears his you would be called a slut. Side titties would be shamed in this Academy except by Johnny, he would welcome it.

At first, you thought he purposely got a shirt that was too small for him. The sleeves looked like they struggled to contain his muscles. Those things are bound to rip if he flexes a little too much. Oh but remember he’s “modest” so he would never do that. No, no, he’s too modest to gloat but not modest enough to cover up. And to answer your question, no, his shirt is not too small. In fact, it might be his size. He’s scrunching it from the back.

Why it took you so long to notice you had no idea. You were more focused on the front and not the back.

You only noticed when he was explaining to all of you why the Mortal Kombat tournament was important, something about making sure those Outworld fuckers stay back. You were staring at the back of his head before lowering your gaze. Wow, he has a nice ass OH something is up with his shirt look at that. How could your eyes not be drawn to that area. The red sash wrapped around his waist called for your attention. His shirt was bunched up in the back. It’s like those girls who would tie a hair tie at the back of their shirt to make it squeeze against their body which just made it funnier.

As you all gathered to figure out who would be the true champion, you decided to stand near Liu Kang instead of with everyone else. Johnny had already aggravated him from the start so a fire was already going. Oof that eye-roll and grimace came from the soul. He was already side eyeing you as you scooched over to him. Before you could say something he was ready to interrupt you.

“Please act well today. Do not provoke me.”

“I wasn’t gonna provoke you, damn. I just wanted to ask you if you’re feeling a little cold?”

He wasn’t confused, he knew you were starting something. His hand went up to his forehead as he leaned against the armrest. He’s so tired.

“I’m just asking cause, ya know, you could easily button up that-“

“Enough!” He pushed your hand away which was slowly inching towards his chest.

“I’m just trying to help. You could easily button up if you untuck your shirt. Here.” You reached towards his back and started to untuck his shirt from the tight red sash.

“By the Elder Gods, you are out of your mind!”

It became a scuffle between you and Liu Kang as he tried his absolute best to stay calm. The monks that were near were either occupied with Raiden beating Johnny’s ass or trying to avoid being stepped on by you. Once you got it untucked he was mentally defeated. Liu Kang gave up, you won.

“See, now we can button that up. No need to show the universe your man tits.” You used the loops on his right side to hook the buttons.

He let it happen. His eyes stared straight ahead, not at the fight but past the horizon. Where did he go wrong? Why him?

You stared down at him, waiting for any other reaction than that blank stare. All you got was him holding his hand out to tell you to fight Raiden. You looked over to see that Johnny was flat on his back, clearly the loser of the fight. You shrugged and made your way over. He clearly didn’t want to talk to you. Now time to get your ass beat.

No, you will not win this match. You were never gonna win this match. You got your ass handed to you by a simple farmer who speaks softly. And could call Liu Kang cruel or even sadistic for how he was feeling. But by the gods was he satisfied by seeing that fight. Karma!

Yap notes: Yeah so I died whoops lol. Nah but I'm glad to get another fic out and hopefully I start feeling better soon. Uni is killing me this semester ugh. Maybe I’ll make a post explaining more. Adiós!

[formlines]

Shaatkʼ Aasgutú Yan Ayadeil – Forest Protector Woman

Dave Ketah

from the website: “Inspiration for this mask emerges from my appreciation of native women who I have observed as culture bearers and advocates for our native lands. Their work focuses on protecting our natural resources centered around the forests of Tlingit Aani (Tlingit land – Southeast Alaska)”

– Dave Ketah

[xtarart]

HAPPY 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY DRAGALIA LOST!!! to mark this momentous occasion i decided to go back and recreate my old moveset for EUDEN AND MIDGARDSORMR FORGE A PACT WITH SMASH! this human and dragon duo have a unique playstyle that focuses on building up quick combos to help fill up a special meter as Euden who is a rather fast moving medium weight sword fighter. once the meter if full you can use the down special to transform into Midgardsormr for a limited amount of time to unleash devastating strength to overwhelm your foes! now for a quick rundown on their specials, starting with...

Euden's specials! which are as follows:

Neutral special, exalted fire: Euden shoots a flaming crescent from his sword that will move forward a set distance similar to clouds neutral special but if it makes contact with a foe it will continue on its path allowing you to hit multiple foes.

Side special, force strike: Euden will take a charging stance as a glowing arrow appears behind him and fills with a lighter color, when the b button is released once the arrow is fully glowing Euden will strike with a strong shield breaker attack, if b is let go before the attack is fully charged it will cancel the attack, it can also be aimed all 360 degrees.

Up special, blazing circlet: Euden will spin around with his blade outstretched and engulfed in flames spiraling him upward, if performed on the ground he will just spin in place instead of upward, think links spin attack but on fire and without the chargeable feature.

Down special when meter isn't full, Helper skills: Euden will call upon some of his closest allies to aid him in battle. each summon behaving almost like a mini assist trophy. the move has a 10 second cooldown to prevent spamming, also the summon order will not reset when K.O.ed. Euden can also freely move around once the ally is summoned on the field, allowing for some good combo potential with the ally. the order of summoning is as follows.

Elisanne, hallowed waters: Elly will leap upward and then strike downward with her spear while its coated in water mana, think a mix of yoshi and bowsers down specials mixed with corrins down air.

Ranzal, tornado bash: ranzal spins around his large axe trapping anyone who gets to close in a cyclone of hurt then at the end of the spinning he will swing his axe outward sending any foes caught flying, basically DK's up special but slower moving.

Luca, radiant bonds: Luca leaps upward and aims his bow at a slight downward angle and shoots an light mana charged mana arrow, the arrow will stun aany opponent it hits.

Cleo, elder cure: Cleo would float up into the air and hold her wand aloft and heals some of Eudens health.

the order then loops back to Elisanne repeating the cycle.

Down special when meter is full, Shapeshift: euden will ascend into the air and be enveloped in light which then disburses as he is transformed into Midgardsormr with whirlwind flows around him creating a weak hitbox to defend himself.

Final smash, exalted glory: Euden quickly dawns his gala armor and thrusts his sword into the ground, creating a radius of glowing energy around him dragging anyone he hits into a cutscene where the prince and his 4 allies join forces to unleash a powerful elemental barrage of attacks to send eudens foes flying. and now moving on to Midgardsormr’s specials.

Neutral special: Calamitious tempest. Midgardsormr would charge a ball of wind mana and launch it in an arc and when it lands or hits something it will explode into a blast of air, it’s chargeable which affects the strength and distance of the projectile.

Side special: Grand tempest. Midgardsormr claps his wings together to creat a small tornado that travels in a straight line a set distance then dissipates, anyone hit by the tornado will be launched straight up, making it a good tool for starting air combos, it also pushes mids back a bit cause of the powerful gale force of his wings clapping.

Up special: Tornado tail/Tornado spiral. On the ground Midgardsormr will perform his signature attack tornado tail, a powerful spin that sends near by foes flying. But in the air he instead summon a small tornado below him to push him upward, it’s similar to charizard’s up special.

Down special: Calamitous storm. Midgardsormr would unleash a powerful burst of wind mana around him devastating all those caught in its wake, but at a hefty cost, it drains his meter to empty forcing the player to revert back to Euden, the strength and size of the blast is dependent on how much energy is left in his dragon pulse meter. Like hero’s magic burst.

Final smash: Greatwyrms pact. Midgardsormr would let out a mighty roar that shakes the air around him, anyone to close to him would be dragged to a cutscene where the other 5 greatwyrms surround the players, the camera would then pan up to reveal Midgardsormr in his high dragon form charging a blast of wind mana, which he then unleashed on the foes and the other 5 greatwyrms also shoot off blasts their respected elemental mana. If the opponent is at over 100% damage it’s an automatic K.O. by learning how to take the unique playstyle's of both Euden and Midgardsormr in tandem you can overcome any obstacle in your path with ease. thank you for reading and heres to 5 years of remembering one of the greatest mobile games of all time and a forgotten gem of a nintendo franchise, heres hoping one day we will see the world of Dragalia Lost again. HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY!!!

[fandomsmeantheworldtome]

Some of the league of Gentlemen quotes i could listen on repeat forever

"Can I help you at all?"

"This is a local shop, for local people, there’s nothing for you here"

"Hello, hello,what’s going on? What’s all this shouting? We’ll have no trouble here!"

"I can I can't"

"Will heaven be like Swansea? "Yes, Tubbs. Only bigger."

"Sometimes you can't go back..but you can visit"

 "YOU’RE MYYYYY WIIIIIFE NOW"

"Hello Dave"

"Good morning Jobseekers"

"Hokey Cokey, pig-in-a-pokey"

"Don't worry Mickey, love. It doesn't hurt."

"Pens! They’re the best friends you can have. Everything I know about people I learned from pens. If they don’t work, you shake ’em. If they still don’t work, you chuck ’em away, bin them!"

"You listen to me, you tubby little tit witch!"

"Don't touch me, you poof. Anyway, what was I saying? Tolerance is an important issue"

"Who am I gonna thank? Well, I’d like to thank: me! Twenty-five years ago for creating Legz Akimbo Theatre Company. And I wanna thank all the actors that came and went along the way and used me as a stepping stone. You taught me that I couldn’t rely on or trust anyone if I wanted to be an award winning writer, director, actor, producer. I had to do it for myself, which is what I have done!"

"Yes, Mrs Levinson…"

"Off to the land of nod. Good dog."

Alles klar?

"If you don't understand any of my sayings, come to me in private and I will take you in my German mouth."

"Excude beev! Have anabady gat aany battle orange doove?"

"Beg me"

"No need to be rude dear"

“Now go out, would you?”

"Yeah, I won that. At least I won the mums"

"Yeah, and when they do we'll say that wolves did it."

"You want me to piss into a glass?"

“Perhaps you’re a naturally slothful person, sluggish and indolent. A dawdling flaneur, content to waste his life spread-eagled on a pillow, forever indulging himself in the pleasures of the palm.”

"If God meant us to walk everywhere, he wouldn’t have given us Little Chefs"

[zealoptics]

Zeal Optics and Haa Aaní Alliance Unveil Collaborative Ski Gear with a Purpose

Haa Aaní Alliance gear sales protect free-flowing rivers and salmon spawning grounds

Boulder, Colo. – October 10, 2023 – Zeal Optics, in partnership with Weston, Smartwool, Pret, and MountainFLOW Eco-Wax, have joined forces with Tlingit artist Crystal Worl of Trickster Company to form the Haa Aaní Alliance and launch a collection of goggles, skis, snowboards, socks and accessories featuring Worl's artwork, with proceeds benefiting three non-profit organizations: Yukon Salmon, Wild Salmon Center and the North Atlantic Salmon Fund. Zeal will donate $5 from every pair of Haa Aaní goggles sold. 

“I’m thrilled to create art on outdoor gear that will bring attention to Indigenous values and knowledge around Xâat Kusteeyí, the Salmon Way of Life,” said Crystal Worl, whose art is featured across the collection. “I grew up fishing and learning how to care for and respect salmon. I also grew up skiing and spending time outdoors in Alaska. It’s been an incredible journey to live and love this land as my ancestors and family have for generations. There is much to learn from the salmon, and time is running short. I have big hopes and dreams for what my art and storytelling can do to make change.”

The central aim of this project is to protect the uninterrupted flow of rivers and vital salmon spawning grounds that are essential for the preservation of both human communities and the ecosystem, in alignment with the principles of Haa Aani and the Salmon Way of Life, Xáat Kusteeyí. For the Tlingit of Southeast Alaska, culture revolves around the land and its resources. The Tlingit believe that when they take care of the land and its inhabitants, the land, in turn, takes care of them. The Tlingit phrase “Haa Aaní” often summarizes this concept, which means “Our Land.” Animals are viewed as members of the same social universe as those beside them. Art, dance, stories, and crests reflect these relationships with nature. Xáat Kusteeyí, as an extension of Haa Aaní, focuses on utilizing salmon respectfully and sustainably. By protecting the salmon and its habitat, the salmon provide people with sustenance in return. The Haa Aani Collection designs are available now for Zeal’s Cloudfall and Lookout goggles. Visit zealoptics.com/haa-aani for more information.

[uncommunication]

The National UN Volunteers-India

SDG Goal 15 - Life on Land

Environmental Awareness Programme at SBOAMHSS, Coimbatore - The UN designated school in India

Date: July 5, 2024

Mr. Subash Srinivasan, Special Sub Inspector of Police from the Economic Offences Wing in Ramanathapuram District, visited SBOAMHSS as a National UN Volunteer. He conducted an engaging session on environmental awareness for students.

Key Highlights:

Mr. Subhash, also known as “Aani Manithan,” is dedicated to the noble cause of tree conservation.

Students from classes 6 and 7 actively participated in the session.

The school’s Principal, Smt. Sabural Banu Ibrahim, and Mrs. Shobha K. I (Assistant Headmistress) welcomed Mr. Subhash with a momento.

This initiative aims to inspire students and teachers to be more conscious of tree preservation. Let’s continue to work together for a greener future!

[doxkira]

A Re-Interpretation of the Black Panther Party’s “Ten-Point Program” & Centering the Self

Preface

Boozhoo, aani, Kira Doxtator nintishinkaaz, Bkejwanong nintooncii. I came to create this re-written account of the Black Panther Party’s Ten-Point Program by starting with a personal reflection of my NEW240 course material in the context of my wants, demands, desires, needs, experiences, realities, conditions, subjectivities, imperatives, dreams, futures, identities, ways of being, ways of knowing, politics, consciousness and criticality. This program is of my own design and centres myself in its conception, however it draws on many sources of inspiration, literature, interviews, academic research, and personal stories that resonate within my own being. The goal here is to communicate my own reflections on equity and solidarity in the context of social justice that manifest in the format of a ten-point program. All sources mentioned are from the course, with the exception of one quote in point #9 that I was not able to recall the original author of. 

I demand that the treatment of all my relations be rooted in mutual respect. 

It is my belief and understanding that every aspect of life is interconnected; the tangible, intangible and such. This notion is rooted in a deep respect for Creation, a way of knowing and being that is Indigenous to the land and has been practiced by peoples for millenia. As Lee Anne Bell writes in Theoretical Foundations for Social Justice Education (1997) social justice envisions a society where individuals are self-determining, meaning they are able to develop their full capacities, and interdependent meaning they are capable of interacting democratically with others. Both of these foundational concepts cannot exist without a respect for all of Creation. An individual cannot be self-determining without respect for themselves, and a deep respect for the ability to adapt and change, for a world that shapes them, as much as they shape it. Furthermore, interdependency is a concept that fundamentally relies on mutual respect between individuals, beings, and even spirits. At the core of social justice is an awareness of the interconnectedness of beings that is rooted in respect for one another. Throughout this program, you will also see how respect is foundational to every other point.

I demand that the universal basic needs of all people are met. 

It is my belief and understanding that the most basic needs for human survival are food, water, and shelter. As Ericka Huggins says in a 2006 panel commemorating the 40th anniversary of the Black Panther Party; “all people deserve the best just because they’re born.”. To give the people the best, you must first ensure they can access the tools to survive. The people cannot be given the best when they live in poverty without steady access to food, or when communities have no access to clean, safe drinking water. In the same way, people who are houseless without access to shelter do not cannot have security within themselves, and therefore individuals cannot have holistic respect and feelings for all people, oppressed or not. This is a condition by which the rest of this program cannot be achieved. 

I demand that education be equitable and place emphasis on subjectivity. 

It is my belief and understanding that our modern education system is deeply flawed, and rooted in neocolonialism. The system must be uprooted and changed to better serve the people it intends to educate. Fred Hampton of the Black Panther Party had the right idea when he spoke on the importance of education prior to action. His reasoning for declining funding from another party was their limited addressal of capital for educational purposes. He said that the people must know why they are doing what they’re doing, which they cannot without at least a political and historical education of why. This idea is connected to capitalism as Hampton suggested you cannot give the people access to capital without them being aware, and then subsequently indoctrinated into notions that reinforce the same capitalistic notions of their oppressors. 

I demand that knowledge of ‘history’ be taught as a social science. 

On the pretense of education, it is my belief that this education must include an emphasis on the fact that one cannot be objective about historical incidence. History, and memory for that reason, is always subjective and we cannot absolve the fact of this. Science is rooted in critical understandings of theory that must be researched and then tested again and again, before they can be reinforced and accepted to be ‘true��. History should be treated with the same approach as there is always potential for miseducation, for picking-and-choosing, and therefore erasure in historical accounts. This idea of knowledge subjectivity is developed by Ramòn Grosfoguel who writes about anti-cartesian philosophy, and specifically “I think, Therefore I am”: that rejects the idea that “the “I” can produce knowledge equivalent to a God-Eye view”. The first deconstruction of this argument is that ontological dualism (the notion that the mind is of a different substance than the body) is lost if we consider that the mind is located inside a body, it is of similar substance than the body, and thus conditioned by the body. He writes: “The latter would mean that knowledge is produced from a particular space in the world and, thus, there is no insinuated knowledge production.”. The second deconstruction is that Descartes argues that the “I” can fight skepticism and achieve certitude in knowledge production through the method of solipsism (where the subject asks and answers questions in an internal monologue until it reaches certitude in knowledge). Grosfuguel, however, ponders the idea of human subjects producing knowledge dialogically - that is, in social relation with other beings, and that the “I” is therefore not producing knowledge isolated from social relations with other human beings. Therefore there is no monological, unsituated, asocial knowledge production, and thus I demand that our education of history acknowledge this.

I demand that political systems be restructured in a circular, community-based approach.

It is my belief that our political system reflects an imperialistic past that cannot be disconnected from without a complete, bottom-up restructuring of the system. As Ania Loomba writes in the book Colonialism-Postcolonialism: “If imperialism is defined as a political system in which an imperial centre governs colonised countries, then the granting of political independence signals the end of empire, the collapse of imperialism.”. She goes on to write that political changes that do not necessarily affect the economic system of penetration and control of markets may redefine the term ‘imperialism’ in a American sense, which is still related to the topic of this program as the political system I suggest transcends borders as we know them presently. She also writes that imperialism and colonialism are distinct in spatial terms, (rather than temporal) because “imperialism, or neo-imperialism is the phenomenon that originates in the metropolis, the process that leads to domination and control.” Therefore, “Its result, or what happens in the colonies as a consequence of imperial domination is colonialism or neo-colonialism.”. This is especially pertinent as it formulates our contemporary political systems in North America as imperialism can function without formal colonies, which she compares to America today. But colonialism cannot function without these colonies. Therefore a step in ending colonialism or neocolonialism would be investing in a community approach of political governance that places value on the interconnectedness of beings and that does not centre economic power or gain. 

I demand that our penal system is focused on restitution not retribution. 

It is my belief and understanding that our prisons are corrupt and serve corporations and the government elite before they serve the people. In the US, private capital is running rampant as it is enmeshed in the punishment industry. It has dangerous connotations with the government field of military industrial complex. The prison industrial complex in both Canada and the US has a two-fold purpose, as Stormy Ogeden puts it: profit, and social control. This system will never provide an adequate solution to crime deterrence and prevention and does not serve the people, it serves the corporation who profit off of it. We must regard crime as a social issue, because criminality and deviance are also racialized, and our prison systems must reflect this. As Angela Davis writes, “racism has undermined our ability to create a popular critical discourse to contest the ideological trickery that posits imprisonment as a key to public safety.”. Capitalism and racism are concepts intertwined, and in order to eradicate both of these harmful structures from the penal system, the focus must be on restitution. For example, working specifically on restoring foundational respect between offenders and victims. This would shift the system to operate with a transformative justice approach in rehabilitating offenders, and would likely have the deeper effect of preventing crime before the structural foundations that lead to it are established. Much like the political system, it must be a foundational change from the ground-up. 

I demand a freedom of desires as they are tied to experiences and identity.

It is my belief that our desires are at the core of our being, they are shaped by our experiences and formulate our identity. Most human beings desire to be loved, and to be respected. I want to live in a world, and a society that respects these desires (should they not place harm on another being). Huey P. Newton, former leader of the Black Panther Party, said in a speech on gay women’s liberation that “we have not established a revolutionary value system; we are only in the process of establishing it.” By this he seems to mean there is significant room for improvement in our valuing of others, and what makes them who they are, or perhaps, who they are in relation to us. Even a 2010 article spoke on Gandhi, largely regarded as a saint in Western knowledge, and how he was a misogynist who repressed sexual desires of his own. Much of ‘desires’ and work to control or limit them is tied to women’s oppression, which is highly rooted in identity and lived experiences of at least half of the world’s population. This is a point that is perhaps more abstract but can still be, as Newton says, in the process of being established. 

I demand art to be a free and public good.

It is my belief that an imperative of self-determination is the ability to express every emotion in a productive way. I believe that art and artistic expression is one of the most significant ways that human beings can express emotion, and subsequently relate to one another. Art is a method of therapy, and it has the power to help others. The value of art should not be determined economically, as it restricts access. In the book by Ngugi Wa Thiong’o, he quotes that language is the means of spiritual subjugation. I would like to introduce the idea of art as a universal language as it can transcend language (mentioned further in the next point). Therefore art is also a means of spiritual subjugation. He also says that “To control a people’s culture is to control their tools of self-definition in relationship to others.” With this, he compares colonialism in deliberate undervaluing of a people’s culture; it is this notion exactly which I demand is avoided. All art, which is culture, should be celebrated, and free. 

I demand music to be a free and public good.

It is my belief that music is distinct in its form as a way of being, and a way of knowing. Music has existed for as long as humans have existed. It has deep cultural roots in our societies. A personal mantra I return to when regarding music as meditation and connection is there simply is no other art form that is as emotionally direct “that cuts just cuts right through the muck right to your heart” - as music. Music transcends language, ability, and many other things. In the course material, a video presented on YouTube by user Cherno Biko depicts a group of 8 Black youth standing in a circle, presumably in a park, as they clap and sing the words “HELL YOU TALMBOUT” while also inserting the names of different Black Trans women who were murdered. The description of the video encapsulates the power it has perfectly: “In the words of Janelle Monáe "Silence is our enemy and sound is our weapon" We must speak their names because #BlackTransLivesMatter.”. In this sense, music is a weapon, but not of violence, of anti-oppression. This is why I have included it in this program. 

I demand a future that is peaceful and sustainable.

With all of these points in mind, it is my belief that a future of peace and sustainability that liberates all those who are oppressed is probable. I am reminded of the final paragraph of the Black Panther Party Ten-Point Program that resonated with me, because it was a familiar language being used in a way that was new to me. It was:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

This language straight from the US Declaration of Independence has been used to further the statements made in their program, but subsequently makes a mocking of the declaration as the program itself declares this statement to not be upheld. I hope that in reading my Ten-Point Program, not only have you seen how my own subjectivity is at the root of my expressive writing, but the very notion of the interconnectedness of all beings and how this is tied to the collective liberation of oppressed people. 

Miigwetch for reading.

[no-passaran]

September 25th, 2022

The cries for help of Russia's national minorities: "We will stop existing"

"In small villages, with two or three streets, they have taken all the men" • Putin's draft mobilization punishes regions like Yakutia, Buryatia and Dagestan.

On the day after declaring partial mobilization in Russia, a member of the Duma [Russian Parliament] and ex-mayor of Jakutsk, in Siberia, protested that the number of reserves that each region has to send to the front [of the war in Ukraine] didn't match. She asked why regions like Novosibirsk only mobilize 0.27% of the men between ages 20 and 59 and, at the same time, Yakutia has to mobilize 1.66%. In addition, she added, why are precisely the most disadvantaged towns of the north of Yakutia where the proportion of men called to war is higher? "In villages of the Artic, with 300 inhabitants, they take 47 men. I know what it means to live in the north at -55°C [-67°F] and, without the men, families will have a very hard time. What is the logic behind these numbers? What kind of proportionality are we talking about?"

Yakutia, located north of the permafrost and almost 8,500 km away from Moscow, is a land rich in natural resources (diamonds, uranium, hydrocarbon...) and the immigration of workers for the extraction businesses has left Yakuts and Evens, the indigenous peoples, as a minority in the cities of the centre and south of the Republic. On the other hand, they are the majority in the towns of the north, from which they are now being sent en masse to the frontline.

We have talked to Aanis, a girl from a town of 500 inhabitants where 35 men have been called to war: "They've taken almost all young men from the town, of local ethnicities (Evens and Yakuts). It was very unexpected, nobody could have seen something like this coming. Before the mobilization, people from the town were not interested in the war, it's hard enough to survive. We were worried about everyday problems: hunting, how the vegetables were growing... Now everything has changed, we are shocked."

Nikolai, a man from a village in the north of Yakutia, answers resolutely when we ask what has happened: "We had never seen before what is happening now, not even in the Second World War. They have sent all the native men to the front." I ask him for more details: "My village is inhabited only by Yakuts and Evens. We're less than 500 people, out of which only 154 are of working age, including women. They have called to the front 65 people, almost all the men between ages 18 and 60." He adds that families don't know how they will survive this winter. "It reaches -60°C [-76°F], and we don't have centralised heating or water pipes. We use ovens to warm up and it's usually men who take care of that. We live from hunting. Who will hunt now? What will we eat? Nobody knows."

I ask him why does he think the authorities have decided to take them and not others: "Because we live in remote and very small villages, with no Internet; there are no lawyers here or organizations that defend us. Many of us don't speak Russian or English. They probably calculated that mobilizing us would have little repercussion: very few people would notice the absence of some minorities, even if they disappear completely. In fact, there's already few of us left.

Poster calling for a protest of the Free Yakutia Foundation: "Yakutia! Don't cry! RESIST!"

In Yakutia, women have taken the streets to protest. They stand their ground. And they have done so, shouting "no to genocide!"

General mobilization in Buryatia

In Buryatia, a republic in the south of Siberia, bordering Mongolia, with a 35% native population of Mongolian origin (Buryats), their situation is just as harsh. "The mobilization in Buryatia is general, not partial", declares Aleksandra Garmazhapova, founder of a local NGO. Viktoriya Maladaeva, coordinator of the Free Buryatia Foundation, confirms it: "They're not calling up only reserves: they mobilize students, disabled people, and people who have never had any relation with the army. In small villages, with only two or three streets, they have taken all the men. There are families where they've called up the fathers and sons." She explains that many men were taken to the recruitment points during the night: "Then people started calling each other, and those who could drove their car to Mongolia. Others have hidden in the forests, in the taiga."

To answer to this situation, the ex-president of Mongolia (2009-2017) Tsakhiagiin Elbegdorj published the following message: "I know that since the beginning of this bloody war, the ethnic minorities that live in Russia are the ones that have suffered the most: the Mongols of Buryatia, of Tuva and Kalmykia have suffered. They have been used as cannon fodder. We, the Mongols, will welcome you with open arms and hearts. Our borders will stay open."

To the question of why she thinks Buryatia is disproportionately affected by the mobilization, Maladaeva answers without a doubt: "Because we are an ethnic minority and for Putin we are worthless [...] And that's the same in other "ethnic republics": right now we're getting calls from activists from Kalmykia, Chuvashia, Yakutia, Tuva... On the contrary, in the Irkutsk region (where there is a Slavic majority without notable minorities), there's silence, even though it borders us. Why?"

Dead in combat

"Russian victims in Ukraine". Data compiled by Mediazona.

We must highlight that, until Putin signed the decree to mobilize reserves last Wednesday, going to fight in Ukraine was voluntary and paid. Those interested signed a contract with the Russian army and got paid a monthly salary between 130,000 and 200,000 rubles, depending on the region.

These salaries might not be much in Moscow, but they are a fortune in the most deprived areas. In the Russian capital city, the average monthly wage is about 115,009 rubles, three times the average monthly wage in Buryatia. If we look at unemployment rates, we see how it's 1.5% in Saint Petersburg while in Northern Caucasus republics, such as Ingushetia, it's as high as 30%. In the context of these economic inequalities, a result of highly centralized policies that center the economic wealth around the cities where political power resides and regulate the periphery to misery, it's no surprise that Buryats and Caucasians see an opportunity in an army wage, and knowing that in the worst of cases, if they die in combat, their families will receive (in theory) a compensation of 7 million rubles and a pension.

These economic reasons explain, in part, why the two regions with the most soldiers who died in combat in Ukraine are Buryatia and Dagestan (in the northern Caucasus). According to official data compiled by the Russian news portal Mediazona, 6,219 Russian soldiers have died in total in the war in Ukraine. From Buryatia, 256 have died (out of a total of 1 million inhabitants), and from Dagestan, 292 (out of 2.5 million inhabitants). These numbers contrast highly with the 17 dead soldiers from Moscow (12 million inhabitants) or the 49 deaths from Saint Petersburg (5 million inhabitants).

"We are the empire's trash"

Another factor that deepens the marginalization of minorities in Russia, that could have contributed to their disproportionate enlistment, is the prevailing racism in Russian society. Maria Viushkova, analyst of the Free Buryatia Foundation, declared in an interview: "The best alternatives in Buryatia for finding a job are either emigrating to South Korea or joining the army. For us, it's difficult to find work in other regions of Russia, where Buryats have to face discrimination and racism: they don't hire them, they don't house them, they limit their education. Often, Buryats who have tried their luck in other regions of Russia are forced to come back."

Aslan is a man from Kabardino-Balkaria, near Dagestan. He confirms that racism towards Caucasians is noticeable in Moscow, where he worked in some years: "It's constant. At work, first they looked badly at me, it took them a while to trust me. And when they knew me well, sometimes they spoke badly of Caucasians using a slur that they use to define us, "chernojopie" (black butts), not even realising I was there. In the subway, I have had problems with nationalists because of my looks. And my child has had quarrels with his friends for not being "Russian".

I ask him why he thinks it's them and Siberian minorities who are the most affected by this war. He's resolute: "Because we are the empire's trash to the Kremlin, and this is a way to get rid of us." And he adds: "But I don't understand why the Northern peoples don't rebel against Moscow, the empire has also wanted to destroy them. I think mobilization hasn't been as numerous in our republics in the Caucasus as it has in the Far East because they don't dare to, they know we'll stand up to them."

Aslan is probably right. The Caucasus is a potentially explosive region, where there was for years a Jihadist armed group made of young radicalized people with no hopes for the future. Authorities are not interested in feeding discontent and rage among these young people.

But in the Far East and in Siberia the situation is different, and the natives make a request of us. When I asked Nikolai, from the village in Yakutia that has been left with no young men, how could we help them, he said: "Please, report about the minority nations. If all men go to war, the genetic reserve of our people will be gone. In 20 years, or 40 years, our language will also go extinct. We will stop existing."

[honey-lemonz]

Kokushibou [Satisfied smut]

Xmale reader

3rd

Warning! Sexual Content!

Includes: stress sex, fight then fuck, koku being a bratty bottom, biting,blowjob, marking, multiple orgasms ,multiple rounds, over stimulation,  dirty talk, fighting during sex, degradation (heavly). Hiding, slapping, spitng, and a spite fuck. Goodness..Enjoy!

Kokushibou pushed the archer against the wall as both were fighting.

For almost 7 hours.

(M/n) or the archer was happily living on his land and was fine but. The dam fake Samurai had other plans to upset that. Like attacking him. Gods they hated each other..

To the point it was not comical.. no no.

Sexual almost.

Two strong men grunting and groaning, one with blood all over him..for being the one with more hits. Sweat on their bodies and one with his hair arrayed. Kokushibou was losing it.

Internally and externally.

Internally he could not understand why he was feeling slightly aroused in battle, especially with this fucker. The archer demon named Yasumebu (M/n). A demon he hates because he reminds him of his late twin.

Someone who is superior and most likely would be superior to him.

He felt his cock trying to poke in his hakama pants. His kimono was sticking to the sides on his body as he was forced on to the ground. Yasumebe was about to prepare an arrow until..

Kokushibou moved his leg to reveal he was aroused but no on purpose or on invitation. But (m/n) was the only other demon around who could have done this to him. To him it was weird. He froze the arrow and squinted at the Samurai.

He but his foot on Kokushibou's growing hard on and moved it without any sign of being gently. 

Kokushibou groaned and hissed at him. About half of his eyes, the three on the left pinched shut. It was not out of pain but only pleasure. This made Yasumebe..disgusted to say the least.

But also he wanted to kill the upper rank for what he had done...but torture is always a better cause.

"Look at you..you pervert. Getting aroused with me in a fight you picked..how promiscuous..really are that much of a bastard you need a dick in you to make you feel whole?"

He moved his foot more vigorously, it made the upper rank squeak but not moan. No! He will never get any sign of pleasure from him. "I-I am not, aany an c-can get aroused. Never for oor from you-"

"Oh cut the bullshit you bastard. You attack me in my home and demand I die so you an be the best? Or is it jealousy? Jealous of me to the point you want me to fuck you? Make you a proud man with my cock stuffed into all your slutty holes?"

Kokushibou's six eyes widen. He dropped his sword from the feeling. What feeling is this? He asked himself. Demons cannot blush or anything but he could feel his ears burn and his cock ache and throb.

He hated him to the point it turned him on? Is that possible? No.

He hated Yoriichi but they were brothers and that is just wrong...but this dam archer..

Before he realized his mistake of thinking to deep, he got an arrow into his wrist and an arrow shot his sword far away from him.

"Well took you too long to answer the question so it is a yes, isn't it? Gods, I hate you but I always give whores like you a chance. By now you'd probably be satisfied sucking a cock and dying. The great upper rank one? Such a fucking slut.."

The arrow glued his wrist together so he could not move em, he could make another sword but he had to concentrate to do that.  He needed his full energy to do it but his energy was focused on..him..the archer and how he needed t̶o̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶ him.

The archer pulled Kokushibou by his hair next to a stool, he was gracious or caring about it.  He hated him and as did he.

But goodness did he remember how they fought. How strong he looked and how much strength it goes into an arrow. Not that he thought the sport was worth this time, oh never. But him...it made his condition worse. His cock was probably leaking streams of precum.

"Must you fight, I am helping you. Trust me I do not want a whore like you anyways, a good one can shut up and take it..you..most likely are a brat or bitch about it.."

Kokushibou hearing this moved his combined wrist up to scratch the shit out of his arms like a fucking cat.

"Goodness if you want to mark me already! Dam, such a needy bastard...beat how many times you sucked your masters cock all these years...most likely didn't make you choke or gag for the hell of it..but now worries like defeat and death.."

He brought his up to his face. Both were around the same height, so it worked. But Kokushibou was now on a bedding and he was looking up at him. So he felt smaller. He hated it. But it aroused him.

Hate what pleasures you. But between you and I..is not the first he gotten aroused at the thought..

"I make sure to be the one to make it your first.. now if you bite he I cut you cock off too. Got it?"

Hell to Yasumebe it was an excuse to just make him feel a better or worse pain.

"Tsk, as ever I would do as you ask yo-"

He got fucking bitched slapped in the face. "Now I'm going to say this again. You were the one who got to be a perv right? You can suck your masters cock for all of eternity then you can suck a real mans one and not a cowards. Something you need to do. Bite me and you can burn in the sun with my cum all over and inside you. Now be a good brat and suck."

He stood above him with a tight grip on his head and hair. (M/n)'s own cock was out and the marvel it was had the upper rank's mouth salivating.

He just stared at it, like it was something new to him. "What you never seen another mans dick before? Always ready to ride and suck one for you life, so be the slutty brat you are and do what you know best. Go one you need help is my cock to big for your mouth? The one you use to pledge and talk shit? "

In his head he muttered, probably eat it too.

Kokushibou opened his mouth to rebuttal..dumb move. A thick and long length was shoved down deep into his throat. Making his gag on spit and the length. H opened his lower eyes to see not even all of it was in his mouth. The hell?

(M/n) hissed and moved his hips back and forth, he was fucking his face. "Good little slut, do what you know best bastard. Then maybe I can fuck your other hole, maybe even be nice and let you cum.:

Kokushibou groaned on his cock and moved tied wrist to get a grip and move on his own accord, but no avail. His own cock was in need of help. His mind was erasing with how much pleasure would come if he would get fucked like a whore.

Which he is.

His tongue lapped at the lip and it moved in and out his throat. He was pumping his cock with his hands at the same momentum. So feverish and so tempting, it make slick warm between his thighs. His ass flexed at the homewreacking feeling.

His large cock pushing in and out of his made him close two sets of his eyes and let where his true ones stay open. (M/n) hissed and pushed his head all the way to the hilt of his cock and made his stay there. Groaning as Kokushibou's mouth filled with an ocean of cum he swallowed.

The taste wasn't as bad as he imagined. His cock spurted some ropes of cum but he knew with how his luck was playing it would not be the first time tonight. He was allowed to breathe and swallow the rest. 

(M/n) looked down at him, his eyes were glossy and he was gasping for air.."Goodness you really are that bad.."

Kokushibou didn't care about his pride or his will, or even the envy. He felt hatred and pleasure. He needed to feel more, it was so addicting. It was like a slow burn he loved. The fire in the pit of his stomach burned for more. To be full , imagining that amount of cum stuffing his tight entrance or making his abdomen bulge..

To be breeded like a mating whore for him..

(M/n) pushed the Samurai to the side of the bedding and for him to be on his front. Ass up, he pulled the rest of his clothing off him. He would often scratch him or put marks he knew he could heal over..if he was concentrated enough.

His plump ass had goosebumps as his breath glazed across it. No kissing rather biting. He bite down on his ass. "For such a plump ass, you and kiss a lot of it aye? Sluts like you can be so troublesome but in the end.."

H sat up and got close to Kokushibou's ear. He moved his already messy and disheveled hair. His lapped his ear lobe and bite down to make it bleed.

"All of you are just bratty whores who need to be taught their place..." Two fingers were pushed into his slicked up entrance and they clung onto (M/n)'s fingers like glue. Kokushibou moaned out curses as he slumped down. He turned his head to the side to he the rest of his.

It felt too dam good. His fingers were so close to his prostate and so close to making his mind wipe to pure ecstasy and pleasure, even if he wasn't at it already. He moaned out without a care in the world. Asking no begging for more. It made (m/n) want to torture him more..

They did hate each other, but to one it was just funny.

"M-more, please fuck me more gods..please..fu-fu~ck.." he cursed as he spread his legs wider to make his fingers go deeper to touch or even at least brush his prostate.

His eyes were closed except the true ones, the only one he could keep open. Upper rank one was glossy and also looked like a bunch of whores eyes. He bucked his hips when his own forgotten and needy cock was slowly getting pumped.

"Wait- WAI- no ahh~" As soon as he pumped his length and pushed deeper into his hole, feeling for his prostate. He came again onto the bedding. He gasped loudly and slumped over. Kokushibou's cock twitched but was still erect.

"Well, what was it you were saying bastard? Or were you too busy cumming like a little whore to even finish? Hmm well it guess my cock can satisfy your perverted self, disgusting."

He spat on his gasping hole and moved his fingers out. The amount of slick or cum on his fingers made him laugh at the pathetic state of the upper rank. "Wow, such a slut for all this? Wonder how easy it is to break your ass and see you go silly."

He yanked almost his hips back up to his waist, Kokushibou swallowed thickly at what was about to happen. (M/n) stroke himself and placed the tip of his cock on Kokushibou's gaping whole.

"One more thing pervert.."

He leaned forward to upper rank one, Kokushibou felt his chilling breath on his ear. All his eyes widen as his cock slowly pushed into him. 

He whispered:

"I win slut.."

He slammed his cock into him, pushing harshly onto his prostate and making the upper rank yelp and moan loudly. He almost screamed, (M/n) gave him no time to adjust. Rather he fucked him ruthlessly. He used his hair and yanked it, making him look at the ceiling and also to feel himself hit deeper and deeper.

Kokusibou was babbling about more and more. Or how he hated him. Just either 'fuck me' or 'i hate you'. The archer demon did not care. He was a slutty pervert who got what he wanted. A good cock with a good fuck.

"Such a tight- little slutty whole..gods, im going to loosen it up for you and make sure no one couuld fuck you like I- ah~could..you'd like that Kokushibou? To be a slut and ask others to fill you with their cocks like I do?"

He thrusted faster and harder, Kokushibo's prostate was abused and he felt himself cum again and again. Due to his unlimited stamina and would be fine. But he was feeling drained, he felt so fucking stupid. He was getting fucked stupid even more.

(M/n) hissed when Kokushibou tightened around him, he groaned and growled as he shot thick ropes of cum into his ass. Filling him over his opacity and making his abdomen stretch to accommodate to the amount. 

All his eyes, closed with tear stains. Kokushibo's head was let go and he fell straight into the bedding. (M/n) looked at him and didn't bat an eye to spit on his face. His lower half was with filled with cum or covered in it. He cleaned himself and took his arrow out of his wrist and gathered the rest.

He looked one more time at the upper rank. The most feared of them all, looking like a slut in heat. He pulled the hair that would have been a neat pony tail but now is just out and disheveled. He made him look him in his eye.

"See now upper rank? Such a pathetic fighter and warrior, you did do one thing. Your were a decent fuck, not the best but decent." he patted his head and walked out the destroyed house.

Soon it was lit on fire. To destroy what ever was left.

Kokushibou luckily got away and out of the suns fury. But he did hate the archer demon with all he had, and envy him so much. But fuck... he sighed as he stroked his cock from the memory.

"He was right.."

His licked away the cum from his ass as he pulled away his fingers and from his hand. His cock throbbed at the dull feeling. The lackluster feeling inside him only his enemy gave him.

"I am such a whore for yasumebe.."

[chummywchimmy]

SWEET BIRD

DISCLAIMER : This does not represent the personality of the real life counterparts of the characters used. I do not intend to glorify toxic behavior. I do not own BTS ( :(((((  )

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

Warnings : Yandere themes, mentions of hunting animals (kindly mention any others that I might’ve missed in the comments.)

Summary : As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.

A/N : I don’t know how this came out to be honest. Hope you like it!

-Aani

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Gold thread weaving over the white cloth, meandering throughout the sleeves of it’s pale canvas. The fabric laid over a wide wooden table, two ends of which were broken, creating a hazard for the young woman hunched over it, holding a needle in her nimble fingers.

Tired hands smoothed away pieces of unruly hair that escaped from her poorly secured bun. These rebellious strands fell into the girl’s eyes. This was a recipe for disaster since the woman in question required absolute focus in her as a seamstress. One wrong turn of a finger and she would not only ruin weeks worth of hardwork but also break the heart of the poor woman who looked forward to wearing the piece in the upcoming village festival.

She was startled from her meditation-like state as a knock resounded upon the creaky wooden door of her little workshop. Looking back only to find her best friend of many years, she smiled, relieved to have a reprieve from the task at hand.

“Y/N the sun’s almost gone down. What did I tell you about overworking yourself?” Gina scolded gently.

“Ah, I just need to get Mrs. Kim’s robes ready in time for the Spring Festival. Anyway, I’m almost done.” You yawned. “I hope you haven’t forgotten your promise.”

Gina laughed.

“Of course I haven’t. Your favorite dish is waiting for you at my place. Come now, let’s hurry before it tastes like a piece of cardboard.”

You make a horrified sound and rush to grab your brown cloth bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

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The arrival of Spring seems imminent as the two of you walk through the streets of your small village. Floor-length skirts floated gently in the wind as you and Gina make plans for the upcoming festival. 

Spring Festival marked the arrival of spring and was a cause for celebration. Especially in your village. This time of the year was considered the happiest time of the year here. It was partly because the weather becomes perfect, neither too hot nor too cold. 

Mostly thought it was due to the fact that during this season , at least for a little while, no one would go to bed on an empty stomach. The harvest season would be able to gather enough to feed people for a little while before they had to resort back to hunting animals to ensure the village’s sustenance. 

Ever since you could remember, from as far back as you were eight, after your merchant parents’ had left you with your old, now dead, aunt you could only recall a handful amount of years that there hadn’t been a death in the village due to starvation.

The people in your village were “lovers, not fighters”, as Gina put. Every once in a while, the band of hunters from your village would manage to make a good catch, but it was not often. While the lands on the outskirts of your small village were were home to many a kind of species, the terrain of the land made it immensely difficult to hunt.

You were brought out of your musings as you reached Gina’s little cottage that she occupied with her husband, Mino. Mino was the son of the village headman and often was a part of the band of hunters. A good and honest man, if you’d ever known one.

Walking up to their blue-and-white cottage, you spied flowers beginning to bloom. The good times were coming.

“Dove, I think we might’ve put sugar instead of salt in the hotpot.” Mino’s panicked voice was the first thing you heard as you came inside and put your shoes away. 

You and Gina looked at each other with looks of horrified amusement evident on your faces. Speedwalking to the little kitchen, you came upon Mino’s tall frame evidently panicking. His too-small-on-him pink and white apron hung off one shoulder as he looked at his wife with a look of horror.

“Taste it.” He pleaded.

You sat yourself down on one of the makeshift dining table chairs, looking on with an expression of fond amusement.

Gina took a spoon and tasted the thick looking gravy. She looked at him in confusion.

“It tastes just as it should. What are you talking about?”

The husband and wife looked at each other for a moment. Then, Gina sighed.

“Sweetheart, which spoon did you use to taste it?” 

Mino picked up the spoon which was lying near the purple pot containing the wonderful smelling dish.

Suddenly, the cottage was filled with sounds of raucous laughter as Gina struggled to explain through peals of laughter.

“But that’s the sugar jar spoon. Of course it tasted sweet to you.”

The three of you burst into giggles.

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Darkness was settling upon the horizon as you set out for your own cottage from Gina’s. It was a little place your aunt had built which now had you as it’s sole occupant.

You were humming happily. The evening spent with your friends had been wonderful. Even if the meat in the hotpot was not enough for seconds, you were full just watching the people you loved eat.

The streets were quieter now with most people having gone home from their respective workplaces. As you walked, gently swinging your bag, the sound of multiple pairs of hooves startled you.

Not many people in your village had a horse, being unable to feed themselves forget livestock. And nor did your village have many visitors or passerby’s, being nestled further away from other villages.

Your roaming eyes were brought to a sudden halt as they landed upon a little sparrow, right in the middle of the road, seemingly injured. 

The sound of hooves sounded closer but you could not bring yourself to look away from the injured creature. One of it’s wings was badly torn and the sweet bird could do little to get away from her vulnerable position.

Without a second thought, you walked into the middle of the road even as the upcoming visitor’s arrival seemed imminent, wind whooshing. You kneeled down upon the rocky surface and coaxed the yellow-feathered creature gently into your hands. By the time you had picked it up and begun to back away from the middle of the path, you realized that you could no more hear the pounding of the hooves. The night was deadly silent.

You looked up and your eyes clashed with a pair of dark ones.

Situated in the middle of the road was a horse taller than you, with a coat as dark as a moonless night. It rose it’s majestic head into the air, as if looking down upon you.

But what was perhaps even more majestic was it’s rider.

A tall, muscled body clothed in a loose flowing white shirt and leather riding pants. The man’s face was a contradiction. The sharp angles of his face were softened by large doe eyes and pink lips. It was unusual yet pleasant to the eye.

Woah. Handsome, you thought.

This train of thought was immediately brought to a stop as you met his eyes. They were dark, depthless and glaring at her as if you’d personally peed in his broth this morning.

You were not one for confrontations and besides, despite his gentle looking face, his features were twisted into a weird mixture of confusion and annoyance.

You quickly moved along the path to your cottage, not glancing back at the strange man who had yet to start moving again.

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The following week was a tiring one. The Spring Festival was on the horizon and many ladies had come to get their outfits ready in time. As a result, your little workshop was constantly overflowing with chatter of the village ladies. It was during one of these noisy, but frankly lively, afternoons that you learned about that stranger.

You were busy taking measurements of Mrs. Eun for her robes when you overheard Mrs. Kim, the village headman’s wife and her friends talking.

“My husband says that he is a good swordsman and an even better tracker. He offered him a cabin in our village for a week in exchange for the promise that he join our hunting party that’s supposed to go out to hunt some game right before the festival"

"Ah, sounds like a fair deal. I mean, it's so hard to trust peope these days. Can't be too sure with anyone, right?''

"Especially these passer-bys"

The ladies jumped onto another topic but there words satisfied thr curiosity within your mind : Who was that stranger and what was his purpose?

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The day of the Spring Festival finally rolled around. The entire village was bustling and filled with energy.

Sounds came from every house lining the streets as you walked to the clearing where everyone would gather. You had promised to reach there early to help Gina serve the little pies she had decided to bring for everyone.

Upon arriving at the large clearing, you looked around. Two large dining tables dominated the setting. Upon it were the foods that various generous villagers had contributed. Although sparse, the collection of foods looked appetizing to your starving body that had only consumed some potato soup with rice in the morning.

Looking around, you quickly found Gina in her white and gold robes, fluttering from one person to another, offering pies.

You walked upto her, your blue dress swaying gently. You had decided to put on your favorite blue dress with your hair falling to the middle of your back. Despite not having a mirror at your place, you had a feeling you looked pleasing to the eye.

"Hi, pea. That blue really makes you shine." You beamed at Gina for the compliment.

"Gins, you suit your robes beautifully too."

"I think it might just be due to magic of the seamstress but I'll accept your kind compliment"

People kept pouring in as the two of you took a seat on one of the tables. Gina put down the empty serving plate on a chair next to hers to save the seat for Mino who had yet to return along with the hunting party.

The festival began as Mr Kim stood beneath the giant tree that was in the middle of the clearing and sounded the traditional conch which signified the coming of spring season.

By this time, almost everyone in the village had gathered, except for the hunting party. With the bleating of the conch, the villagers started the festival with dancing and singing. A group of young kids performed a song and dance that they had prepared, eliciting coos and claps of encouragement from proud parents in the audience.

Their adorable performance was cut off with a sudden commotion. As the entire gathering looked in the direction from which the sound was coming, there emerged the much-awaited hunting party. As soon as they came into view, the entire gathering seemed to gasp in unison.

At the very front of the group of the newly arrived stood the stranger. Your eyes widened in horror as you took in his appearance. He looked wild. His black curly locks fell into his eyes and sweat rolled down his neck in droplets. Upon his dirt smeared cheekbone was an open gash, oozing blood but what made you squirm back into your chair was the large, dead fox slung upon his shoulder. 

It was customary in hunting groups to have the ones who made the kill carry the dead animal. No one, for as long as you could recall, had walked into the village with their catch slung upon their shoulders. Usually it was 2 or 3 men who had killed the catch together who lugged the game back.

The entire village seemed to reach the conclusion along with you. This man had killed this large, cunning animal all alone. 

But hunger for meat seemed to overpower wariness of the dangerous hunter and people crowded around him to offer their thanks.

You would have stood up to do the same but your eyes widened in horror as you realized that ever since he had arrived and even while being surrounded by a gaggle of grateful people, his dark eyes were fixed on you. 

And the thing that scared you enough to keep your distance was the feeling that you were about to be his next prey.

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The orange hue of the sizzling fire seemed to cast a red glow on everyone’s faces as they gathered around to get their first bite of meat after a long winter.

The animal was skinned and the fur kept aside in a buddle for the hunter to take home. Jungkook - having overheard his name as people cozied up to him - sat next to headman Kim as the older man introduced him to various people. He was cold and aloof, speaking in short sentences and only when required. His eyes seemed as if they were a void that repelled light even as he sat the closest to the glowing orange of the fire. 

You and Gina along with Mino sat quite further away from the commotion. Gina fretted over her “tired baby” Mino as you asked about the hunt.

“Oh, it was so cool. You should have seen Jungkook. Man’s as light on his feet as a fox and twice as stronger. Ah, I should have taken some tips. But he’s kind of reserved. I tried talking to him but he’s not very responsive.” Mino talked about him with a whisper of hero-worship in his voice. 

“Baby, you’re just as strong, ‘kay? Now, do you want something to eat? The meat will take a while but have something else. You must be hungry.” Gina spoke as she motioned to take his plate.

“Ah, I wanted to wash my face first. Everything just feels so sticky and grimy. Might need to pay special attention to my nighttime routine to bring back my baby soft, glowing skin.” Mino joked as he stood up. You offered to help him as Gina went to the tables to get a few egg pies.

The two of you walked to a corner of the clearing where a pail of water was placed. You filled up a mug of water and poured it in Mino’s hands as he cupped them to splash some water upon his face.

Soon, a small line of the men from the hunting party had formed behind Mino, eager to wash the dirt off their hands and faces. You chatted with each one, asking after their health.

Suddenly, you were face to face with Jungkook. He towered over you, his veiny hands cupped in front of him. You poured water as he splashed his face and ran a dripping hand through his hair, pushing them back from his forehead.

You expected him to leave but he spoke.

“Not going to ask after my well-being?” You had heard his voice for the first time. It was deep and musical in it’s quality.

A dark stain of red involuntarily covered your neck and face as you realized your rudeness. He was new here and didn’t know many people and here you were, being unwelcoming. The least you could do was be friendly after he had given the entire village a reason to celebrate and appease their hunger.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m just shy around people I haven’t met before. I hope I didn’t make a bad impression. Haha” You internally facepalmed. Could you have acted more like a prepubescent teen?

“Not at all.” He replied, brown orbs fixed upon your face.

“Well, that’s good, I suppose. My name is Y/N, by the way.” You introduced yourself and gave him what you hoped was a friendly smile. 

“Y/n. I’m Jungkook. So, what do you d-” He was cut off by Gina calling out your name.

You gave him an apologetic smile and walked away as Gina furiously waved you over. The entire way back, a pair of dark eyes fixed upon your back made the hair on the back of your neck stand in fear.

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The smell of the meat roasting in the herbs permeated the air. The first taste was offered to the hunter as was customary.

But then, why was he walking in your direction ?

You stood frozen in your spot as Jungkook headed over with a plate in his hands, his dark eyes fixed upon your face and a dopey grin on his lips.

Embarrassment flashed through you as people looked on in confusion. Everyone’s eyes were fixed upon the two of you as he stood in front of you and  extended the plate in your direction wordlessly.

What was he doing?!, you thought.

This was horrifying for the reason that what he was doing was considered to be an extremely intimate act. The act of feeding someone publicly was only done amongst married couples and sometimes not even then. Did he not understand the kind of rumors people would make up about them?

To make matters even worse, his eyes only got darker the longer I stood there unresponsively.

Unable to cope with so many judging stares, I did what I usually did.

I ran.

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The next week was unbearable. Ever since that evening at the festival, all kinds of rumors circulated around the village. And Jungkook? He only fed fuel to the fire of the overactive imaginations.

Two days after the festival, you found a bundle of fox fur blanket laying on your porch with a note atop it.

Despite knowing that there was only one owner of fox fur in the village currently, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Surely, he would know what all this meant?

You picked up the note. It read,

“To Y/n,

My sweet bird,

Hope you like this. Soon, you won’t even need this really as I will be there to warm you whenever you get cold. But until we can be one, think of me as you go to sleep with this blanket every night.

Yours eternally,

Jungkook”

You were infuriated. Was he trying to embarrass or humiliate you?

All these acts were a part of the process of Courting. But this was a gross and poor imitation of the sacred process. The process of Courting only begun once both the parties had consented and taken the blessings of the village headman. This was not Courting! You had not consented to this. Heck, you didn’t even know him. you had hardly spoken two words to him!

You wanted to clear the situation before it got too out of hand.

You picked up the blanket and walked over to Gina’s place.

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You knocked upon the door. It opened to reveal a frowning Gina who widened her eyes at your surprise arrival. You walked into the cottage with her trailing behind you. You intended to gather both Gina and Mino to tell them about this situation you found yourself into.

As you walked in, you heard the sound of chatter. Standing upon the threshold of the living room, you saw the culprit in this situation having a jolly conversation with Mino.

Jungkook sat on the dining table, his frame a bit too big for the dainty chairs and nursing a cup of what you assumed was Gina’s favored chamomile tea.

You walked in and slammed the blanket upon the table, rattling the teacups. 

“What is the meaning of all this?” You shouted.

All at once, the sounds began.

“I knew something was wrong. My-”

“Y/n, Jungkook is here to-”

“-bestfriend wouldn’t begin Courting without at least telling me first.”

“-tell us about your Courting.”

While Gina and Mino’s voice blended into one, you looked into Jungkook’s eyes. His amused eyes were looking at you. He suddenly stood up.

“I’m glad you’re here. We should inform your bestfriends, right?” You gave him a look of absolute befuddlement.

“What the heck are you on about?” 

“You really wound me, sweetheart. About our Courting, of course. And don’t you worry about anything. I’ve taken Mr Kim’s blessings already. I will also shift all my stuff here as soon as possible since I know you wouldn’t want to move away from here, right?” He gave you an angelic smile as he explained his delusional ideas to you.

Gina interrupted before you could.

“Listen Jungkook. Maybe we can talk about this. There’s clearly been some misunderstanding. Y/n never consented to the Courting.” You nodded.

His eyes flashed.

“Do not interfere in our matters. Just because I gave you two buffoons some regard does not mean that you can come between us, do you understand me?!” He thundered.

“STOP IT. Stop it. Please.” You broke down. You had never asked for all this. You never dared dream of some fairytale romance but you at least deserved to be with someone you actually wanted, right?

Sadness took over his features. He rushed to your side and kneeled near your chair. With glossy eyes, he whispered,

“Stop what, sweet bird? Do you not understand that we should be together? What will make you understand? Will you see our love clearly when your village dies of starvation in front of your eyes? Hmm? You know that I can provide not only for you but also the people you care about. Is it clear to you now?” You kept sobbing and refused to look at him.

“Hmm no? Well.”

There was suddenly a loud crash. The teacup which was previously filled with tea was now shattered upon the floor. 

A scream of absolute terror left your mouth as you realized that the biggest piece was in his hand.

“Oh no no, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He cooed as you felt a drop of blood hit your foot.

He had sliced his arm. Gina, crying, tried to make way to you but Mino held her back as Jungkook pointed the sharp piece at her.

“Look here, sweet bird. The only chance for your village to survive is slipping out of your hands. One more cut-” He pointed it at his wrist “-and you will be responsible for not just one but multiple, slow, starving deaths. Are you ready for that?”

Your fate was sealed.

You looked up at him and shook your head.

“That’s a sweet bird. Now, say, would you want a summer wedding or a fall one?”

[knivesnchill]

I know im not 100% online here, i love all my plots, my ships, my friends, but this drama is something im simply running away from it, i dont have what it takes to go though it without harming myself. So this tumblr is a safe space, you can play with me, i will answer you, we will rp together and all, but if your drama starts to make me uncomfortable in my own safe space, ill block you and thats it. This is a fucking role play 'land', so play the damn game, dont be a dick about it or a stubborn bitch, or literally anything offensive, think about: if this is harmful in aany shape of form, should i really say or do this? If the answer is yes, just stop, use your brain for good. And always, the block function is very useful!!!!! Just don't punish people that dont have anything related about this drama and please dont ruin this fandom with all this shit show, im here to write, develop my muses and have fun doing this, im definitely not here for ooc drama, grow up

[psyentifically-minded]

The ancient Egyptian pantheon contains many deities, they are as follows:

Amaunet: Depicted as a woman wearing the red Deshret crown and carrying a staff of papyrus. Amaunet was a primordial deity and member of the Ogdoad paired with Amun, it is disputed wether she was a deity in her own right or an androdgny formed between these two partners. Amaunet had a role in the early creation cosmology and was seen as protector of pharoahs, her name means “the female hidden one”.

Ament: Sometimes theorised to be a combination Goddess of Isis and Hathor, Ament is a Goddess of the dead often depicted welcoming souls into the underworld. Ament was the Goddess of the necropolises West of the Nile and so the hieroglyphic for “West” is on her headress.

Amun: Amun was a primordial deity of the Ogdoad and husband of Ament and was therefore an original creator God in Egyptian cosmology. Amun was depicted as a man with a duel-plume headress, a scepter and an ankh lhe was also sometimes depicted with a rams head. Amun means “hidden one”. Amun would later be fused with Ra creating Amun-Ra a sun God who also acted as chief of the Gods.

Anat: Anat was a Semitic Goddess who was also worshipped in ancient Egypt.

Anti: Anti is an obscure God sometimes thought to be an aspect of Horus serving a specific function. Anti became considered the God of ferrymen and was consequently depicted as a falcon standing on a boat -a reference to Horus who was falcon-headed.

Anubis: Anubis (depicted top left) was the wolf or jakal headed God of mummification and embalming, the afterlife and of funeral rites. Anubis represents the psychopomp that leads the souls of the dead to the afterlife and had the task of weighing the Ib (Heart) against the feather of truth (Shu) on the scales of Ma’at. Anubis would ultimately determine where the soul was sent after the ceremony. Anubis had a consort by the name of Anput and a son by the name of Kebachet. Anubis is supposed to be canine headed because the dead were often dug up and eaten by wild dogs and in a form of counter-curse the Egyptians decided to use the symbol of a canine as a protective symbol against this. Anubis was originally the son of Ra and later the son of Hesat or Bastet, later he would be the son of Nephthys and her brother Osiris making him the brother of Horus. Anubis was said to smell the scent of death on dead souls and eat them unless they were fragrant which is why care was taken to perfume mummies.

Anput: Anput was the consort of Anubis. Anput is depicted as a woman with a jackal hieroglyphic above her head and assumes the role of Goddess of the dead and mummification as a feminine aspect of Anubis. Anput is the mother of Kebechet and sometimes also considered mother of the monster, Amut - the devourer.

Anukis: Anukis represented the Nile and was a water Goddess. Anukis was part of a triad with the God Khnum and the Goddess Satis. Anukis was depicted with a headress of feathers and holding an ankh, her sacred animal was the gazelle. When the Nile flooded its bank anually the festival dedicated to Anukis began and people would throw golden trinkets into the Nile to celibrate the fertility of the Goddess, the Egyptians had a taboo about eating fish which were considered too sacred to eat or otherwise vulgar to eat and this taboo would be lifted during this festival suggesting that the fish may have been a sacred animal to Anukis.

Apedmak: Although technically a God of Meroitic culture, Apedmak was a lion-headed God sometimes depicted with three faces and four arms and at other times depicted as a snake with a lions head (such as the Hellenistic Chonubis). Apedmak symbolised war and was a warrior God.

Apis: The Apis bull (depicted top row and central) was a symbol of strength and fertility and represents the pharoah. Apis was a deity in the form of a bull with the sun disc between his horns. The Apis bull was said to birth 1,000 bees which represented souls because of this honey bee’s bare the latin name “Apis Mellifera”. Apis was the herald of the moon God Ptah, bovines in the region in which Ptah was worshipped exhibited white patterns on their mostly black bodies and so a belief began that the Apis bull had to be either pure black or pure white. The bull was selected from the herd, brought to the temple, given a harem of cows and worshipped as an aspect of Ptah. The bulls mother was said to be concieved by lightning or moonbeams and was also worshiped. At the temple the Apis bull was used as an oracle, his movement being interpreted as prophecies or divination. The Apis bull’s breath was believed to cure diseases and his presence to bless those around him with virility. The Apis bull was lead through the streets on fertility festivals having been decked out in gold and flowers. Apis was also considered to be the Ka (vital spark) of Osiris. In the myth of Bitiu and Anupu, Bitiu transforms into the Apis bull in order to exact vengeance.

Apophis: Apophis (depicted top right) was a serpent God of chaos and darkness making him the opponent of the sun and light deities Ra snd Horus and also the law deity Ma’at. Apophis was said to be sixteen yards in length and had a head made of flint. In mythology Apophis was said to attempt to swallow the sun each night and was defeated each day. Apophis is said to be bound and captive in the underworld by four divine beings, Apophis was the leader of the other serpentine demons. Apophis was said to have a roar that shook the underworld and a variety of Gods including Bastet were said to accompany Ra into battle with Apophis. Apophis is sometimes thought of as a primordial deity overthrown by Ra. Apophis is said to devour souls and is prophecised to be destroyed by Ra in the form of the sun cat Mau by the tree of life at the end of days.

Arensnuphis: As a deity Arensnuphis’s role is unknown although he was depucted as lion-headed with crows feathers and often held a spear.

Astarte: Astarte was a Semitic Canaanite Goddess sometimes worshiped in Egypt.

Aten: Aten is an aspect of Ra and is depicted as a sun disc with many outstretched hands. Atens worship was put into practice by pharoah Akhenaten. Aten is thought to be a merger of Ra and Horus.

Atum: Atum is the primordial creator God whose name means “finisher”. Atum was said to have created all things and as such all things were a part of his soul. Atum was a hermaphrodite being said to have established the first land called “Benben”. Atum formed the deities Shu and Tefnut from a Hieros Gamos with his female shadow-self Iusaaset.

Ba’al: Ba’al was a Semitic God who was also sometimes worshiped in ancient Egypt.

Baba: Baba was a baboon deity said to be the chief of all baboons. Baboons were regarded as the reincarnation of deceased ancestors in ancient Egypt for their human-like characteristics. Baba was depicted as blood thirsty and said to live on entrails, he was also considered an underworld deity that devoured souls and was often depicted next to a lake of fire - symbolic of destruction. Baba was often depicted to have an erection which symbolises verility and fertility, this erection was also used as a mast for underworld boats. Baba also took place on the scales of Ma’at where he would devour souls of the unrighteous in this way he is the shadow if the ape of Thoth, Aani which was the dog-headed ape that determined the exact weight of the Ib (heart) against the feather of truth (Shu).

Banebdjedet: Banebdjedet was a ram-headed God supposed to depict the “Ba” (soul) of Osiris. Banebdjedet was the husband of Hatmehit and between them they fathered Horus, thus in later myths Banebdjedet became Osiris and Hatmehit became Isis. Sometimes Banebdjedet was depicted with four-ram-faces to show the four souls of the sun God Ra or alternatively the first four Gods to rule Egypt: Osiris, Geb, Shu and Ra-Atum. Banebdjedet plays a small role in the dispute between Seth and Horus first declining to be a judge of the competition and secondly suggesting that Seth be given the throne they competed for since he was the elder of the two. In one myth the God Ptah took the form of Banebdjedet due to Banebdjedet’s virility in order to have union with the woman who would then concieve Ramesses II.

Bastet: Bastet (depicted second row and left) was originally the lion-headed war Goddess Sekhmet who transformed into the cat-headed Goddess Bastet after being pacified with alcahol. Bastet was a protector of Ra and a Goddess of love, music and dance. Bastet was given the title “Lady of the flame” and “Eye of Ra” from her union with Ra as his consort. Bastet protected the pharoah and warded off evil spirits in the same way cats protected the food stocks from vermin. Bastet was depicted as holding a sistrum (rattle) and an ankh in connection to her powers over music and protection. Bastet in the form of the “Eye of Ra” became closely associated with Wadjet she was also said to have birthed Maahes and Nefertum and was herself a daughter of Amun-Ra.

Bat: Bat was a Goddess depicted with bovine features she was heavily associated with the sistrum (rattle) and would feature on amulets. Bat was also depicted as a cow surrounded by stars and would eventually be merged into and subsumed by the Goddess Hathor the key difference being Bat’s horns curve inwards while Hathor’s curve outwards.

Bes: Bes (depicted second row and central) is a short imp-like creature with a beard, wearing a soldiers tunic. Bes is protective God of the household noted to be a God that drove away evil and also of healing, dance and sexual pleasure. Bes was also known to be a patron of women in child-birth.

Buchis: Buchis was the bull-form of the God Montu, bulls were chosen as representations of Montu if they had white fur but a black face and were then worshiped as deities. Buchis would come to be merged with Apis and was replaced by worship of Apis.

Dedun: God of Incense used in funeral rites and is associated with a sacred fire that almost destroyed the other Gods. Dedun would later become a God of wealth and prosperity as trade in incense brought great wealth to his area of worship.

Duamutef: Duamutef whose name means “He who adores his mother” was said to be the son of Horus and either Isis or Selket. As one of the “Four sons of Horus” who protect the canopic jars and are depicted on them he was said to guard the stomach and was sometimes represented as a mummified man and other times as a jackal-headed deity. Duamutef is himself said to be protected by the Goddess Neith. In other myths Duamutef and his three brothers are said to be the sons of Osiris that spawned from a blooming lily flower that arose from the primordial ocean. Duamutef and his brothers are therefore deities of embalming, mummification and protection in the underworld. Duamutef was said to represent the East was one of the four rudders of heaven or four pillars of Shu.

Geb: Geb (depicted central right beneath his sister Nut) was the fertility earth God who was unified with his sister the sky Goddess Nut in a myth resembling the Sumerian Anu and Ki. Geb was said to have been fathered by Shu and born of Tefnut. Geb was also the father of Osiris, Seth, Isis and Nephthys. Geb was also said to have fathered the snake Nehebukau who was guardian of the underworld said to connect the Ka and Ba together and thus possibly relates to an Egyptian varient of kundalini mysteries which rise from the root chakra in Hinduism which relates to the Earth or in this case Geb.

Hapi: Hapi (depicted third row and left) was an androdgynous God of the flooded Nile, since the anual flooding of the Nile brought fertile soil that allowed crops to flourish so too was Hapi identified with fertility and vegetation. Hapi also bore the title “Lord of the fishes and birds and marshes”. Hapi was often depicted as blue or green skinned with large breasts and a pregnant belly alongside a beard and often as a mirrored duality. The association with fertility lead Hapi to be regarded as a creator figure who kept the cosmos in balance. Hapi is often depicted surrounded by frogs and papyrus or crocodiles and the lotus flower. Rarely Hapi is depicted as a hippopotamus and in the depiction of his duality Hapi is shown to tie together the sacred water lily symbolising the sacred marriage and the unification of upper and lower Egypt as implied by the central hieroglyph in the image which translates as “union”. Hapi was often depicted emptying a large vase of water symbolic of the flooding Nile that may relate to an early Egyptian equivalent of the star sign Aquarius.

Hapy: Hapy was one of the four sons of Horus and was depicted as a man with the head of a babboon, he was also depicted on canopic jars and protected the lungs, he was himself said to be protected by Nephthys. Hapy is often depicted holding the throne of Osiris and was said to be the son of Horus and mothered by either Isis or Selket. Hapy was said to represent North and was one of the four rudders of heaven or four pillars of Shu.

Hathor: Hathor (depicted third row and central) - whose name means “Mansion of Horus” was an Egyptian Goddess primarily associated with fertility, lust and love but also with thr sky and music as well as beauty and motherhood. Hathor is also a psychopomp leading souls through the underworld and was often depicted as a cow or as a woman with the sundisc between cows horns. Hathor is often shown with an amulet, two feathers, a scepter and ankh. Hathor is suggested to be a sky Goddess because the sun God Horus is “housed in her”. In a complicated relationship Hathor is sometimes seen as the mother, daughter or wife of Ra and like Isis, is at times the mother of Horus and associated with Bastet this is due to her mythology changing over time. Hathor is sometimes the “Eye of Ra” and absorbed her connection to Ra from an origin in the cow Goddess Meht-Urt. As a mother Hathor gave birth to Ra each morning on the Eastern horizon and as wife she conceives through union with him each day in a myth that clearly depicts sacred marriage. Hathor was also associated with the Wadjet which to the ancient Egyptians symbolised the “Nile in the sky” or the “milky way” which was itself spawned from the udders of Hathor/Meht-Urt, because of this association with the Wadjet, Hathor became known as “Eye of Ra”. Since Hathor was the creator of the universe in the form of Meht-Urt she was seen to have brought forth order or the principle of Ma’at, Ma’at is therefore the “Third eye of Hathor”. In one myth the people of lower Egypt were invaded by the pharoah of upper Egypt and refused to worship Ra seeing him as a deity of the pharoahs oppression until Ra communicated to Hathor through her third eye (Ma’at) and in wrath transformed herself into the lioness-headed war Goddess Sekhmet and went on a murderous rampage, she was only calmed when tricked into drinking beer which transformed her into the cat-headed Goddess Bastet.

Hatmehit: Hatmehit (depicted three rows down and right) was a fish Goddess of Mendes often depicted with a fish headress or crown on her head. Hatmehit was a Goddess of life, magic and protection and was associated with the primordial waters brought forth by Meht-Urt. When Osiris came to be worshiped in Egypt his Ba (Vital Spark) Banebdjedet was said to have been husband of Hatmehit. When the mythology of Horus began as son of Osiris he was also son of Hatmehit who ultimately became Hathor and later Isis. Hatmehit was also represented by a dolphin or as a catfish connecting the truth of sexual union to the myth that Osiris’s phallus was swallowed by a fish. Hatmehit is later partnered with the fish God Rem and the pair are associated with the twin fishes that guide Ra’s sun boat and may have links to the star sign Pisces.

Hauhet: Hauhet was the consort of her brother Huh and both were primordial deities of the Ogdoad. Hauhet is the female counterpart of Huh and was depicted as snake-headed. In some myths Hauhet represented fire and was cat-headed, in more common myths she was associating with the primordial waters and was the Goddess of limitlessness or infinity.

Hedetet: Hedetet is thought to be a Goddess of children and simultaniously scorpions as she was often depicted as scorpion-headed and nursing a child. Hedetet is also often associated with the underworld. Hedetet is thought to be an aspect of the Goddess Selket and in later mythologies would become merged into Isis.

Heka: Heka (depicted bottom) was the deification of magic and was said to have existed before duality came into being (before the Ogdoad). Heka literally means “to utilise Ka” (Ka meaning soul) as the Egyptians believed the magic was the working of the soul made to manifest. Heka was said to have been born of Atum and may represent the will or soul of Atum used to create the universe. The hieroglyp for Heka’s name featured a twist of flax within a pair of raised arms however it also resembles a pair of entwined snakes within the arms. Heka was also said to have battled and conquered two great serpents and was usually depicted as a man choking two giant entwined snakes, while this may relate to DNA and more likely kundalini/serpent energy mysteries it may also relate to medicinal practices performed by Heka’s priesthood and had an influence on later deities depicted the same way such as Minoan snake Goddesses or the caduceus of Hermes.

[formlines]

This is Our Land - Haa Aani A’ya 

Allie High

[sparkbitestudio]

It’s WIP wednesday on the land of AANI, so I put up this work-in-progress promotional drawing of webcomic I am planning for 2018. The lineart will be colored and art piece will be put up in proper social media channel. The tokusatsu (kamenrider) - inspired webcomic ‘Volvuster’ will premiere around Spring 2018… if all goes well.

[mabuhaytravel]

Gumasa Beach As The “Small Boracay Of Mindanao”

Roughly 1.5 hours ang layo mula sa General Santos City ay matatagpuan ang Glan, ang Summer Capital of Sarangani Province. The laid-back town on Sarangani’s eastern shore ay pinagpala ng magagandang mga beach, ang pinakatanyag na matatagpuan sa Gumasa, where a six-kilometer powdery white sand beach stretches the length of a crescent-shaped cove.

Sa loob ng maraming taon, tinukoy ng mga lokas ang Gumasa Beach bilang ‘ Small Boracay of Mindanao or Boracay of South’ dahil sa kalidad ng buhangin, kristal na malinaw na tubig at uncrowded shores reminiscent of the famous party island 20 years ago.

Ngunit ang Gumasa Beach ay may sariling natatanging kagandahan na hindi nangangailangan ng paghahambing.

Tuwing tag-araw, ang Gumasa Beach ay nabubuhay kasama ang mga partygoer na dumidirek dito para sa taunang Sarangani Bay o Sarbay Festival, ang pinakamalaking pinakamalaking beach party sa Mindanao. Ngayon sa ika-11 taon nito, ang pagdiriwang ng tag-init ay nagho-host ng mga kumpetisyon sa palakasan, gabi-gabi na partido, konsiyerto, mga aktibidad sa beach, pati na rin mga programa sa kapaligiran tulad ng pag-aani ng bakawan at paglilinis ng baybayin

The local tourism aims to focus future efforts om more sustainable community-based cultural activities as well as explore hiking and mountain destination sa iba pangmga nayon sa lupain upang madagdagan ang pagguhit ng kanilang natural na magagandang baybayin.

How to get there:

The nearest airport to Gumasa Beach is in General Santos City which has direct flights coming to and from Manila, Cebu and Iloilo. You can also get here via land travel from Davao City which offers cheaper flights.

From General Santos Airport:

From the airport, ride a taxi or van going to KCC Mall, which is right beside the terminal going to Gumasa. Taxis charge anywhere from P350 to P400 while shuttle vans cost about P150 per passenger. Travel time is about 30 to 40 minutes.

Take a van bound to Glan and ask the driver to drop you off at Alegado Terminal at Glan. Van fare is P100 per person. Travel time is about 1 hour.

From Alegado terminal, take a tricycle going to Gumasa Beach. Fare is P40 per passenger. Travel is about 15-20 minutes.

Public transportation going back is a bit scarce, so you will want to make arrangements with the tricycle driver for the return trip to the Glan town proper.

From Davao Airport

From Davao International Airport, take a taxi to Ecoland Bus Terminal.

Ride a bus bound for General Santos City. Fare is around P250 and travel time is around 3 to 4 hours.

Get off at Gaisano Mall in General Santos City and walk to the terminal beside KCC Mall where vans bound for Gumasa can be found.

Follow the instructions above to get to Gumasa Beach.

What to do:

Ipinagmamalaki ng Gumasa ang mga nakamamanghang beach na perpekto para sa paglalangoy, with diving at snorkelling spots na malayo sa baybayin.  Ang pinakasikat na sports at aktibidad ay kinabibilangan ng beach volleyball at beach frisbee. Take a dip in the crystal-clear waters or bring a hammock or beach mat and just laze about by the beach all day. Looking for tours that include flights or special flight offers? We’re waiting for you here at Mabuhay Travel the leading Filipino Travel Agent in the UK.

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