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WE ARE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!!!!!!!! BANISHED !!!!!!!!
I can’t believe you would get food without me jail for you 1000 years you’re selfish and I swear if you don’t share your fried rice with me I’m going to implode. Why would you do this to me it’s the cruelest thing anyone has ever done to me no you don’t know who this is it’s anon so you don’t know shit now PLEASE GIVE ME SOME RICE IM OBVIOUSLY DEAD INSIDE PEAS AND CARROTS THANKS YOU DAMN IT!!
funny how i got anon hate AND this message only like. 2 minutes apart mhmmm you're right you're anonymous, therefore i don't know who you are.
btw i also can't believe you got drunk last night without me while being THIRTEEN HOURS AWAY??????? so as you can see we can't all have nice things, prison pal.
#you e fucking ruined me#I’m fucking ruined#I’m done#I need that fucking rice#& you’re fucking 13 fucking hours away#I’m going to make club noises the whole damn trip#whoever sits on the plane next to me better be READY#NST NST NST NST hahaha#I can’t believe I sent that to you last night#& then passed out and you’re like#WTF IS THAT SOUND???#I was sure that you knew the club sounds#damn it thotty we could be at the club#OMG LETS BRING THE RICE TO THE CLUB#NST NST *takes bite of rice* NST NST NST#get my fork ready betch I’m otw#hahaha#I love you thotty#even though you fucking torture me#which is why I harass you when I’m drunk#YOU DESERVE IT#tw alcohol#just in case haha#thotty thursday#but it’s Friday#hehehehehe fork Friday#IM BRINGING THE FORKS LETS GOOOOOOO#thotty with a botty#being a betch to me#when I’m so nice
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SOMEBODY ELSE !
— chapter 16. found out.
a/n — ooh boy
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it wasn't long after you sent the text that ao'nung showed up at your door, confusion clearly written across his face. his hair was messy, red pajama bottoms still worn, an old baseball tee covering his top.
you ignored his disheveled (and really attractive) appearance, remembering why you invited him over. you didn't bother inviting him inside, pissed at the idea that he would keep neteyam's apology from you. "who was at the door that night?"
ao'nung's eyes widened for a split second, before quickly recovering. "it wasn't any-"
"don't fucking lie to me!" you snapped, catching him off guard again. "tell me the truth, ao'nung."
he gulped, refusing to meet your eye. "neteyam was there," he paused, and for a moment you thought he wouldn't say anything else before he met your gaze, dropping his shoulders and rubbing a hand over his face. "he was there to apologize to you."
"why would you lie?" you sighed, exasperated, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed.
"i don't really know, honestly," ao'nung admitted, his breath hitching for a moment. "i was jealous, i guess."
"you were jealous?" you questioned condescendingly, the boy cowering underneath your gaze. "you were jealous, so you figured you would just try and ruin a friendship between me and a guy i've known since i was 12?"
"he said those things about me, don't forget that!"
"i'm not taking that away from you!" you roared back, anger only rising when he raised his voice at you. "i get you're mad too, eywa, you have a right to be. he said shit about you, granted he chose to believe the wrong person, but he said it nevertheless. but you and me both know he did it out of caution for me, and i defended you anyways. i ignored him for over a week, only to find out just now he was trying to apologize this whole time just because you decided to keep it from me."
he was only quiet throughout your whole lecture, knowing you were right. ao'nung could've gave less of a shit about neteyam saying things about him, he just hated how close the two of you were, especially knowing how you felt about neteyam. he opened his mouth, knowing he was only digging a deeper hole for himself that he definitely wouldn't be able to drag himself out of, but you deserved nothing but the truth at this point. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry y/n. it's just- i was being irrational. i know how you felt about him, so i kept it from you hoping you'd just move on-"
"do you realize how fucking dumb that sounds?" you cut him off, steam practically blowing out of your ears. "feelings or not for neteyam, he's still my best friend. you don't get to decide shit for me," you argued, standing straight up now. "just get out of here ao'nung, before you make things worse."
you didn't give him a chance to reply before shutting the door on him.
FUN FACTS !
— tsireya heard what happened and is fully ready to kick her brother's ass
— kiri knew something was wrong, it wasn't like neteyam to go that long without apologizing
— neteyam fell out of his bed when y/n texted him
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Specific Venus Persona Chart observations
requested by @ahhihhuhhehhohhshit
warning: is short. I’m sorry. I’ve been really busy AAAAAAAAA I hate this but I’m gonna post soon and the way you guys deserve 🫶🏼🧜♀️
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Capricorn Venus at Libra degree (7° or 19°)
I think this placement is tricky bc capricorn venus is REALLY IM NOT FUCKING KIDDING, really logical when it comes to enter a relationship, when it comes to love -something serious- and libra degree alterates this control of situationships that capricorn venus always have had. The libra degree pushing it with the idealization of people, of having a perfect relationship that’s not realistic at all. Venus in the Venus Persona Chart gives us more detail about how you act when you’re in love, what you think it’s more important, preferences etc. Capricorn Venus doesn’t express their feelings easily and openly. They’re really cautious and logical when it’s about getting into a relationship. They don’t even put effort or waste their energy when they see it’s not necessary. BUT THEYRE trying so hard bc of the libra degree, that makes them idealize every little detail that the other made just bc their mind be always activating the “what if” and “love of movies” mode. I SWEAR this combination makes the individual THINK TOO MUCH that their opportunities go away. Earth + Air is not the best if you’re looking for someone that’s not a perfectionist, indecisive, a little bit of a maniac control. They’re CAUTIOUS. They could’ve passive aggressive. They don’t trust easily either and it takes them a lot of times to have interest in someone bc they put the “but” in front of their emotions. They block their emotions bc their goals are more important than wasting their valuable time with love: they’re afraid of being judge and not being loved for who they truly are, above all those 12942894725 layers they built. They put the excuse that no one meets their standards -that are literally only presented on a movie-. The libra degree makes them be not direct at all, they want the other to approach but the capricorn Venus be like “I have to have control, I’m too independent for this shit, that’s not gonna happen bc I’m a BAD BETCH and I’m too much for others -okay the last part may be exaggerated but they’ll be having their narcissistic egocentric bust, more than usual-. They put too often others first and they end up desiring that someone would do the same, even if it’s TOO difficult to admit for them. They have a lot of pride or that pride hide something…: inside that shell there’s a blunt soft heart that has been betrayed.
the following ones are actually mine🧍 Why do I have to expose myself this way? doesn’t matter 😚
+ Libra moon
They feel comfort when in the relationship there’s fair communicating, were each part listen to each other and let them express what worries them, what’s happening WITHOUT judging. They feel safe when they know their partner balance them, when they know they don’t hold all the weight, that they’ll don’t have to take care of the other or have to advice the other always: that there’s reciprocation.
+ Pluto 1H
This placement makes you have to learn throughout your life about your relationship with yourself, so that the caterpillar comes out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly 😩. Transform. This placement have made a lot of introspection, they truly have analyzed themselves or every part of their mind ¿why? bc they may be into psychology, astrology or numerology, something that have to do with the occult -more than superficial, that’s depth-. And also bc they have past a infinity of experiences that made them learn and obtain knowledge, for at least, the human itself.
+ Ascendant square Uranus
This aspect makes people want to be/be unexpected with others, wants their relationships to be moody, to be full of surprises bc if don’t they’ll get bored and they’ll don’t be satisfied. They want changes and changes in a way that’s not even natural or human? They desire more and more in terms of changes and the unexpected that they fucked up their relationships just bc the other didn’t act the way they expected. They expect others to reciprocate that energy. Even though all of that, they’re ORIGINAL and UNIQUE and will surprise you everyday with their behavior that also surprises them.
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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.
❀ English is not my first language.
❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer, I just love astrology and I’m willing to learn.
Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋
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ɪᴠ. sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏɴᴇ
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ – ᴊᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʟʟʏ, sᴜʟʟʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ X ᶠᴱᴹ ᴹᴱᵀᴷᴬᵞᴵᴺᴬ ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ – 12.4
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ – angst
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs – widower!Jake, major character death
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ – ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ – ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ
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Wounds will heal with time. Scabs turned to scars. And these demons have gouged deep gashes across Pandora, ravaging everything they touch with no regard for anything outside of themselves. They are the aliens setting foot in a world that is not their own and yet they treat Pandora as if she is theirs to tame. To torture and abuse. Like a diseased plant poisoning all that it’s roots tough, they take and take, never returning that which they’ve stolen. They reap without sowing and destroy everything that wanders into their path. The Great Mother has surely weeped for many years at the atrocities these sawtute have committed against her. And even those years of peace were stolen away in a heartbeat. A scar long since healed torn open to bleed once more. Pandora had prevailed once before and yet these humans have learned nothing. Ignorant as children, repeating the same mistake and hoping that this time it will be different.
The oceans have been stained in blood by their hands. The blood of tulkun. The blood of Na’vi. But the favor has been returned and it’s now their blood that mingles with the waves. This battle may have been small, only a shadow of the might they brought down upon the forest, but they lost. What was left of their people retreated like wounded animals, chased out of the ocean back to whatever stolen piece of the forest they’ve made their home. But how long until they’ve regained their strength? How long until they return once more in search of revenge. These humans are like weeds. Cut away only to grow back once more. It will be a small miracle if they’re gone long enough for the People to heal, to grieve. Because both sides have suffered losses, though some feel greater than others.
“Tsireya!” It’s the first word you’ve spoken in what feels like days and it sears through your throat as if you’ve swallowed fire. The clouds of smoke had not been kind to your body, feeling your lungs and making each breath feel like you’ve swallowed thorns.
“Sa’tsmuke!” Sunlight spills over her in a wash of amber light, tears sparkling in her eyes as she finds you in the distance. Payakan had kept all of you in the cradle of his fins through the eclipse. It allowed for a fitful sort of rest in the soft rocking of the waves. It felt like the comfort of your mother’s arms gently bouncing you as your mind slowly began to stitch itself back together after coming undone by the thought of your son being one of the casualties lost to the hands of the sky demons. Even now you can hardly think further than what is in front of your eyes. Your children, your mate. Your family. You cling to the idea of them, terrified of what will happen if you allow the pain to consume you once more. To return to that great gaping maw that swallowed you whole, covered your eyes and quieted your mind to anything but seeking to make others suffer with you. It was deserved but the demons are gone. To lash out now would be to hurt those that you love. The only people that remain already share in your pain.
A deep breath steadies your resolve.
Tsireya stands shakily to her feet, swaying as she wraps her arms around herself, quiet sobs shaking her shoulders. She reaches for you as soon as you climb ashore the tiny stone island.
“Tsmuke’ite,” you cup her face until her gaze steadies on your face, “where’s your brother? Where are Ao’nung and Rotxo?” She shakes her head as falls into your arms, burying her face in your chest. Her heartbeat drums against the palm of your hand settles on her back. You curl yourself around her as if there’s anything left to protect her from. The damage has been done. All you can do is pick up the pieces left behind. Her tears wet your skin as your nose presses against the shell crowning her head. She smells like home. Like comfort and safety and happiness beyond this small piece of land wet with water and blood. Her hair carries the familiar scent of dried flowers and that sour fruit so few people seem to like. Your heart pinches at the thought as your arms tighten around her. Ronal and Tsireya were always the ones to share the sour fruit with you until the Sullys arrived. Neteyam seemed to love the almost bitter taste. It pains you to think you’ll never bask in the simple joy of eating with your son again.
The points of your fangs dig into your lower lip as you brace yourself to look over at where you know he’s lying. Tuk is at his side, holding his hand in her own. Her tears fall over his fingers and drip down his arm and still he doesn’t move. And his stillness can’t be mistaken for anything other than death. His eyes are closed but it hardly looks like he’s resting. The hole torn through his chest stands out against his deep blue skin, like a red flower blooming in his chest. The sight of it snatched the air from your lungs and the strength from your body. Lo’ak rushes to your side as Tsireya struggles to keep you standing. The ground meets your knees, stone chafing your skin, but you hardly notice. Tsireya says something. Perhaps to you, or maybe to Lo’ak. It sounds as if she’s shouting from across the horizon even as she kneels beside you. A hand touches your shoulder, just for a moment before falling away as you rise just far enough to move. Your hands keep your movements steady as you half crawl towards Neteyam’s prone body.
There’s a deceptive sort of warmth to his skin as you reach out to touch him, fingertips brushing over his cheek. The sun casts fleeting heat across his cold body as you pull him into your lap. He’s been here for hours, cold and alone save for Tsireya and the stone beneath him is wet with a facing wash of his blood. It stains your legs as you hug him close, Tuk nuzzling against you as you wrap your arms around the both of them. Her cries are quiet as she hides her face in your side, hands clinging to the beaded strings of your chest covering. The pads of your fingers find the shape of his pil, tracing the striped pattern so different from the ripples dappling your own face. Tears cloud your vision as you brush over the softness of his lashes, desperately hoping against hope that his eyes will suddenly flutter open.
The shape of the wound in his chest seems almost delicate. Small and insignificant if it were in another place. The ocean holds many wonders, but also great dangers. Warriors have come to you to heal far more grievous wounds. Your fingers find the shape of the wound you’d stitched only weeks ago. It has healed well, only a slightly raised scar, a pale slash across his arm. He bled then too. It had seemed like such a simple thing to heal. A needle and thread to soothe the hurt, but some things are beyond your abilities as tsakarem. Even a tsahìk would be powerless to this injury.
The thought weighs heavy in your heart. Already so much has been taken and still there is more to lose. But these things have a reason. There is balance in all that Eywa does. The Great Mother protects the balance of life no matter the cost. All things have a reason even when you cannot See it. This pain has blinded you, closed your heart. Your chest feels cold and empty as if the flame of your soul has burned out. Perhaps it has. The only thing left burning inside are the tears in your eyes, clouding your vision even as you try to focus on Neteyam’s face. To carve him into your memory before he is washed and committed to the ocean, returned to Eywa. Soon a search party will be sent to find those stranded and your family will be among them. Neteyam will be taken home. His adornments will be removed and his body washed in preparation for his burial, but you want to stay here for a while longer. To count the pale freckles dotted across his cheeks, to remember the pattern of stripes crowning his forehead.
Someone says your name. Gentle as a warm breeze as you hug Neteyam close, cheek pressed against his braided hair. A shadow falls over your back, blocking out the warmth of the sun and reminding you just how cold Neteyam feels in your arms.
“Come here, yuey.” Jake whispers. It’s his hands that move you more than any will of your own, gently unwinding your arms until Neteyam is laying on the ground once more with Tuk still at his side. It seems wrong to leave him there. Stone isn’t as gentle as sand. Surely his tswin is being pinched under the weight of his head. You reach to push a stray braid away from his face but Jake catches your fingers with his own. His grip is insistent as he pulls you away. Kiri takes your place at Neteyam’s side, taking his hand in hers just as Tuk had. You watch over them as Jake pulls you aside and wraps you in his embrace, arms tighten until the air is crushed from your lungs but you hardly protest. His grip is grounding though you can’t help but wonder how long this strength will last. Already you can see the splinters forming in the crease between his brows, in the hard line of his lips and the pain swirling like a storm in his eyes.
“Monkey boy.” Kiri’s voice is quiet, only the faintest hint of relief ringing in her otherwise doleful tone. Her eyes are staring past you and you turn to find the same human god threatened on the demon ship. He looks different now that your mind isn’t fogged with mournful violence. When he was under your knife you hadn’t cared much for the finer details of his appearance, but now you stare at him with a renewed sense of curiosity. He boasts the trappings of a Na’vi and yet he still seems so strange and out of place.
“Are you alright?” Jake asks, fingertips brushing over the scratch you’d left on his chest. It’s shallow as you’d expected and the bleeding has long since stopped. He nods but he eyes you warily before stepping away from the two of you. He joins the children around Neteyam’s body, speaking your language with assured fluidity. On the ship he had spoken in the human language but now he seems comfortable as he speaks to Kiri and Lo’ak, gently touching Neteyam’s arm. You stiffen, tail swaying tensely behind you.
“Shh,” Jake whispers, nuzzling his nose against your temple as he feels your muscles tighten in his arms. “He’s okay. He’s safe.” You aren’t sure if he means the boy or Neteyam who can no longer be hurt by the hands of a tawtute. You watch him as he interacts with your family. Tsireya eyes him warily, sharing a fleeting glance with you even as Lo’ak speaks to him with a familiarity akin to that he shares with his siblings. All of the Sully children seem at ease in his presence but you find yourself still wondering about his ties to humanity. The man that held your daughters captive, that nearly killed your mate, hesitated at the thought of this human boy dying by your hand. He hadn’t seemed so worried over his band of uniltìrantokx warriors and it makes you nervous to think of what importance he holds to the demons terrorizing your home. He must feel the weight of your gaze as you scrutinize him, picking out the finer details of his appearance, because his shoulders begin to curl as if he can become any smaller.
His hair is loc’d like Jake’s and adorned with beads, and you notice the end of a braid hanging down his back. Likely his equivalent of a tswin. A scowl finds its way onto your face, lip curling with distaste. Seeing something so sacred being mimicked by a human feels almost insulting. Your shoulders rise as your body seizes with disgust only to be soothes by Jake’s soft petting as he traces the shape of the stripes swirling across your shoulder beneath his fingers. You feel all five of them gliding across your skin. Five fingers. The same amount that Lo’ak has. That Kiri has. That this boy before you has. If he is so repugnant then what is keeping you from feeling repulsed by your mate and the family he’s given you. Your eyes move away from the braid, tracing over the rest of him. His armbands are handsomely made, the pattern indicative of the Omatikaya’s intricate weaving style. His tewng is comparatively plain but there is a songcord hanging from it.
“Sa’nok,” Kiri says warily, watching you watch the boy. She had always spoken so fondly of her human friend and now she seems almost resigned to your displeasure. Hearing about him is different from seeing him before you, and suddenly you can’t reconcile the thought of this seemingly peaceful boy with the demons that attacked your family only a few hours ago. Not when he meant something to one of them. Norm and Max had been abandoned by their people, left here to live out their lives in a place that they loved. They made sacrifices to be here. What has this boy done but aided the demons that attacked your home. Speaking the tongue of your people only to demand to know where Jake had hidden himself away in a desperate attempt to live in peace.
“Sa’nok, please.” Kiri tries again. You do your best to smooth out your expression and ease your body until a tenuous sort of neutrality returns to your face. Tsireya seems to calm with you, shoulders relaxing under Lo’ak’s arm. The boy–Spider–looks between all of you, as if he’s trying to piece together the threads that bind you to them. But he speaks Na’vi. He must know what sa’nok means. His eyes are brown and full of hesitancy as he stands to face you. So strange that you can See into him the same way you can with your People.
“Spider,” Jake says finally, introducing you by name. “This is my mate.”
“She is the sister of tsahìk of the Metkayina. A tsakarem.” Kiri adds. Spider nods but it hardly relieves the tension between the two of you. Part of you wonders if this is how Ronal felt when the Sullys first arrived. These strange new people, coming to join your clan despite their obvious differences. But if her animosity had been misplaced then, so too is yours now. This boy is loved by those that you hold in your heart. Even still he doesn’t seem any more at ease than he’d been a moment ago.
There’s a dip between his brows where the fear on his face has gathered. He’s frightened again. Though not nearly as terrified as he’d been with your blade against his skin. He looks afraid, but not of you. In his eyes the fear seems to run deeper than your appearance. This Spider does not fear Na’vi. And yet he is still afraid. He shrinks back when you take a step towards him, curiously staring into his brown eyes as if the dark depths will become clearer with closeness. Surely you aren’t easing his nerves with your continued silence, but you’re listening for something. A shift in the wind, a rogue screech of a hì’ikran. Anything that might tell you what Eywa wills you should do with this boy. When nothing comes you wonder if she’s already given you your answer. This boy is no threat to you or your family. He is precious to your children. That should be enough. Especially now when so much has already been lost. To turn him away would be to further fracture your family. Still you’re curious.
“Oel ngati kameie.” He bows, hand extending towards you in a customary greeting. You hum in acknowledgment but don’t share the sentiment. Just like his tswin you can’t help but wonder if he fully realizes the weight of his words or if he’s simply mimicking those around him. His body is adorned with fading war paint, stripes streaking across his skin in uneven lines. There’s no pattern to the blue markings as there would be on a Na’vi. It seems strange that someone like him hasn’t decided on a more traditional design for his paint. It’s almost childish how desperate the thick lines are, how obviously they’re meant to mimic the sharper stripes of a forest Na’vi.
“Where is your family?” You ask at last. Spider seizes as if you’ve struck him but you spoke softly, keenly aware that all your screaming had whittled your voice down to a rasped drawl that might make him hear anger where none was meant to be found.
“My mother is dead. And my father… he’s dead, too.” He looks away as he says this but you don’t need to see his eyes to know that isn’t the truth. A lie. A word Jake had to teach you. Something different from the truth. You don’t ask again. If he wants to lie to you then you will let him live in his delusion. No one corrects him and you wonder if they know he isn’t speaking truthfully.
“This is my family.” He says after a beat of silence. His voice breaks as he looks down at Neteyam. You hum and turn your back to him, eyes facing towards the horizon where riders will soon come to take you home. They arrive as you listen to the faint voices of the children reuniting with their friend. The soft screeching of skimwings echo over the open water followed by the long bellow of a horn. A scattering of voices whoop and yip in return as those left behind make their presence known. Your own voice joins the calls, the sharp sound burning your throat. Riderless tsuraks and ilus swim through the water and you mount the first one you find. The ilu tosses its long neck as you make tsaheylu, clicking as the storm in your mind mingles with their own. Tuk rides with you, her little arms clinging tight to your waist as you ride back to the village.
A net of silence has been cast over the island. The shallows are empty and the beach deserted, chores abandoned in favor of mending what’s been broken by the humans. Battle is not unknown to Na’vi. Clans fight amongst themselves when peace cannot be made with words. The humans had ravaged Pandora before. But never here. Never in the far reaches of the ocean reefs. Even the tulkun that had been killed were murdered far to the south. Now the shadow these demons cast has finally fallen over Awa’atlu. Kiri takes Tuk as all of you arrive home, leading her to the marui. All of the children trail behind Jake as he carries Neteyam’s body. He looks so small in his father’s arms. It’s your instinct to follow, to comfort. Instead you find yourself hand in hand with Tsireya as you make your way to your sister’s home.
Tonowari is the first to notice your arrival, nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of you and his daughter on the breeze. He meets you on the path overhanging the water, arms winding painfully around the both of you before he kneels before Tsireya. A gracious sigh comes from inside the marui as Ronal emerges with Ao’nung at her side. She goes to her daughter first, hands moving over her body in search of any wound that needs tending. Ao’nung strays toward you, head knocking against your shoulder. He doesn’t speak but his actions are enough. You rest a hand on his head. Not quite a hug but enough to offer comfort. He hesitates before grabbing your arm and leaning into the weight of your hand resting on his braided hair.
“Tsmuke.” Ronal moves in beside her son, eyes tracing over you. “You’re hurt. Come.” There’s no leniency in her words as she pulls you inside and sits you next to the cookfire. The needle stings as she threads the torn skin of your arm back together with meticulous hands, rubbing a soothing balm over the wound when she’s finished. The pain had already calmed to a manageable throb after being ignored for so long and now it feels all but numbed.
“What happened?” She asks after returning her healing items to their rightful place. “I felt your tirea so vividly but I could not find you. We searched but the demons were retreating. We had to look after the clan. We–I thought–” she gathers herself with a long breath, “I’m glad to see you safe.”
Ronal has never been a coddling person that speaks gently and soothes worries with softened words. She is plain in her speech, pointed and assured even with her own children. It has always been this way growing up in her shadow. You were kept under her impartial guidance in all things and even now she isn’t inclined to soften her strong voice, but she can do nothing to mask the worry she felt even if she hasn’t said it in so many words. The fear she must’ve felt turning for home without her daughter and sister at her side must’ve stabbed through her like an arrow but Ronal is tsahìk before she is anything else. The clan looks to her and Tonowari for guidance and they cannot waver no matter the circumstances. Though your olo’eyktan is more open with his fears.
“You are a fearsome warrior, but I feared for your death when we could not find you. I stayed until the last of our mounted warriors had retreated, praying that the Great Mother would spare our tsakarem.”
“Eywa has heard you.” You hum with little enthusiasm. “I was on the demon ship. They took Kiri. They had Tuk and Tsireya. I couldn’t leave them.” Tsireya looks towards the floor, ears pulled back tight as she leans heavily against her father. He holds her close, thumb rubbing soothing circles into her arm. A parent reunited with their child. You understood the need to keep her close. You’d felt it when you saw her stranded and alone on that little island, felt it when you saw Kiri and Tuk bound on the demon ship. A part of your family has been reunited but there is still a fragment missing. A piece that will never be replaced. Your hand finds the length of your songcord, thumb drawing over each piece in turn. Your first breath, your selection as tsakarem, your iknimaya. The whole of your life is strung here. And it will continue. Already there is a need for new additions. But so many cords were cut short in the battle. The threads slip through your fingers as your hands begin to shake. The bitter taste returns to your mouth as you try to find the words through the rising tears.
“I found Kiri and Tuk after Tsireya escaped, but–” your voice cracks as tears rise in your eyes once more, “I couldn’t protect them all. I–we lost Neteyam.”
“Neteyam? He–?” Ronal’s eyes find yours in an instant. Her eyes are wide with panic as her hands find yours now tightened to fists to keep the tremors at bay. You can imagine what she is thinking. How could Neteyam, the promising warrior, son of Toruk Makto, be lost in battle? Tonowari looks just as disbelieving. He has seen Neteyam’s prowess, trained him alongside Ao’nung and the others. His death must seem impossible and yet he is gone just the same.
“He is with Eywa now.” Is all you can muster. Your sister bows her head, eyes unblinking as she hears your words. When she meets your gaze again her eyes are resigned. It’s the same dark cast her green eyes had taken when Jake insisted on sending away the tulkun. Disbelief and rejection linger in her voice when she finally speaks.
“Go to them.” A basket is hastily filled with food before she leads you outside. “Your family needs you now.” The path from your sister to your mate is a familiar one and you arrive to find the children gathered outside the marui. The covering meant to keep out wind and rain is drawn closed and Jake is nowhere to be seen. Still, you tend to your children first. Tuk is hugged against Lo’ak’s side and Kiri and Spider are sitting in the canoe just beyond their hanging feet. There are no words exchanged as you offer each of them food, hesitating for a moment before offering some to Spider. He doesn’t protest when Kiri snatched the leaf wrapped meat from him, carefully picking through it before rewrapping it. They haven’t eaten in hours and you watch them carefully as they take their first bites, keeping a close eye on Spider.
He takes a deep breath before his mask hissed as he pulls it away just long enough to fit a gluttonous bite into his mouth. It must be easier to take larger bites than prolong his time without proper air. You find yourself waiting for something terrible to happen. It isn’t uncommon for children to explore the world with their mouth, eating anything that looks enticing. But some things are poisonous, meant to be consumed by animals that have developed immunities to them. But when Spider doesn’t begin to choke or itch you deem it safe to leave them to eat. You’re still weary of him but far too exhausted by loss to let another child slip between your fingers today. Human or otherwise.
Inside you find Jake kneeling beside Neteyam’s body, the faint blue light of the sun peeking through the marui membrane, the only thing lighting the somber home. His ears twitch at the sound of your approach but he makes no move to look at you. He takes in a deep breath through his nose, scenting the air instead of turning to see who you are. Only when you’re within arm’s reach does he move, his hand finding yours in a nearly painful grip as he pulls you down beside him. He curls himself around you until you’re nearly in his lap.
“I’m sorry.” He says it over and over, nearly choking on the words as the air refuses to stay in his lungs. Each inhale is shallow and rushed, too quick as each exhale rushes across your neck.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, clinging impossibly closer. His tail finds its way around you, the tuft of hair tickling your skin though you hardly feel like laughing as you watch your mate fall apart in your arms with no way to hold him together. He had been strong for all of you but at last the tide has turned.
“She killed him. I killed him. All of it was for nothing. I’m supposed to protect the People and I can’t even protect my own son.”
Your skin is wet with tears where he’s hidden his face. Even if you wanted to, you can’t pull away from him. He’s holding you tight, blunt nails biting into your skin as if even the slightest bit of slack in his embrace will leave space for something to take you away. He’s shattering like splintered wood and it’s all you can do to gather the pieces back together. He lets you. His cries grow quiet and his breaths slow as you try your best to soothe him. It’s only a temporary consolation. This type of pain isn’t one that can be healed with salves or prayers. Even tsahìk cannot heal this wound. Grief is something that only passes with time. And even if you like a thousand years it’s almost certain a part of you will die still mourning your son.
“I failed him.” Jake mumbles. His voice sounds utterly defeated. “A father protects. That was my job. Above anything else I’m supposed to protect my family. I couldn’t even do that. My son–” his words break off into a choked sob as he shakes his head. “My boy.” He touches Neteyam at last, his hand settling against his son’s cheek while the other keeps you close. “Neteyam.” Tears fall onto Neteyam’s cheeks as Jake bows over him. His eyes flit across his face, looking at every detail before he finally sits back.
“I wish we had more time.” Jake whispers. It breaks your heart, or what’s left of it, shredding the few fragile pieces that remain. No father wants to bury their child. Neteyam was meant to grow up, grow old. Be laid to rest long after Jake was gone. Now here you sit. Returning such a young soul to the Great Mother.
“I wish you had more time with him. He loved you, you know. I know he might not have said it much, but he did.” Jake’s hands hesitate as he takes Neteyam’s songcord from its place hanging on his loincloth. Some beads you know from when he would hum the melody of his life during quieter moments. His iknimaya, the shell marking his arrival in Awa’atlu. But there’s another close after. One you’d assumed was a chorus bead, a placeholder between events. Events that would never come. There’d be no bead for his Metkayina iknimaya. No bead for his mate. No bead for his first child or a triumph in battle. Every cord must have a last bead and it seems the one Jake is rolling between his fingers will be it. It’s a pearl, pale blue and lustrous in the muted light.
“This one’s for you.” Jake says, gently placing the waytelem in your hands. “It matches his mother’s.” There’s another bead, farther back in his life story. A light blue bead of stone laced with black veins. “This was the bead for her death. He wanted yours to match hers as a show of his love and respect for both of you.” It’s not until Jake thumbs away the moisture gathering on your cheeks that you realize you’re crying. Of course you knew Neteyam loved you. A tsakarem is taught to See all, to feel the ties that bond each being to Eywa and each other. When you quiet your mind and steady your soul, pushing aside any thoughts and worries you can almost feel the people around you. Their triumphs and tribulations. Their happiness and sorrows. Just as clearly as you can see it in their eyes, their tirea can be felt like the warmth of a flame wafting off their skin.
Neteyam always radiated calm and contentment when he was at your side. You often found him accompanying you in your chores the same as Kiri. The eldest of your children preferring the more subdued space of your marui to the mischief Lo’ak and Tuk seemed to stir the moment you take your eyes off them. Now there is nothing surrounding him, no air of comfort as you stare at his serene face. Nothing. This is only a body, waiting to be returned to the earth. Neteyam has been gone for hours, his vitra already passed into the hands of Eywa.
“We have to clean him.” You say finally, rising to gather some water. The freshwater spring isn’t far from the Sully marui and you find others there. Bowed heads and solemn faces as they gather their fill of water. Death is not uncommon. Life must always be returned in the end. Energy is only borrowed and one day you have to give it back. This is the way. And it is good. Eywa holds all those that have passed into her hands. No one is truly gone, and yet you will never see your son again. Not truly. The Ranteng Utralti will offer brief glimpses, small moments of comfort. But it won’t be lasting. No new memories will be made. No changes will be seen in his face. He will remain as he was while everything continues to change without him. Death has parted him and only death will reunite you in the Great Mother’s arms. Jake is still where you left him when you return, Lo’ak following close behind you.
“It is time.” You say gently. Jake nods. He’s slow in his work as he washes the blood from Neteyam’s skin. Taking off each of his adornments and setting them aside. His necklace, his armbands. They’ll be kept as memories, passed down to his siblings or their children as cherished items. Lo’ak puts them away with care. It’s plain on his face that he has many things he wishes to say but has resigned himself to the silence. You busy yourself with weaving, the familiarity of the task is strangely comforting even as you weave the bindings Neteyam will wear as he’s returned to Eywa. It takes hours, long enough for day to give way to evening as the sky begins to darken to dusk. Finally you set aside the last of your weaving to stand. It is time to allow everyone to say their final goodbyes. Jake has already had his time with Neteyam as he washed the blood and sweat from his body. Now he leaves you to say your parting words.
It’s so strange to touch him and know he will not move, to breathe in and find his scent stale in their air as if he hasn’t been here in many hours. And truly he hasn’t. The body before you is empty of life. Neteyam is gone. But there��s still a small comfort in sitting beside him one last time.
“We didn’t have long together did we?” You ask quietly, a sad laugh leaving your lips. “Even if it was only for a moment it has been an honor being your mother. Did you know your sempul still hasn’t told me your mother’s name. I’ve been too afraid to ask. You’re likely with her now. I’d like to think she’ll be happy to see you but I’m sure it’s a bittersweet reunion. And I’m sorry I could not do more to protect you. Our Great Mother protects only the balance of life, but if she willed it I would trade my life for yours. But what’s past has passed, all I can say now is goodbye, maitan. Until we meet again.” His skin is cold beneath your lips as you press a parting kiss to his forehead. When you emerge Kiri stands with Spider in hand. They duck inside and you leave them to their privacy.
Instead you find your way to your own marui. It stands as little more than a place to keep your things since finally being convinced to sleep with your mate in his own home without feeling as though you’re imposing. You’ve had your time with him. Now it is their turn to whisper their goodbyes.
“Here you are.” Jake stands at the entrance of your home, back turned to the darkening sky. The freckles dotted across his skin are beginning to glow faintly. The pattern is interrupted by a slash across the bridge of his nose, dipping over his cheek. You hadn’t noticed it before but now it gives you purpose. Just as weaving had you find a distraction in healing.
“You’re hurt. Come here.” You light the fire pit in the center of your pod, before finding a needle and thread. Jake’s eyes don’t leave your face as you stitch up his wound. When you’re done he doesn’t allow you to pull away. Instead his hands settle on your face, bringing your head close until your nose is pressed against his. One hand leaves your cheek to reach behind you, brushing over the curls of your hair before settling over the braid of your tswin. He draws it over your shoulder, bringing it to his lips. For a moment you expect him to ask for tsaheylu so that you might share this burden of pain, but it would only feel heavier as it weighs on both of you. Instead his lips brush against the braided hair for a moment longer before letting it fall between you.
“Tsmuke.” You’re drawn apart by the sound of Ronal’s voice. She arrives with her arms full, footsteps slowing as she sees Jake by your side. Her eyes turn away but you catch the edge of regret in her eyes. It’s been there in fleeting bouts in the months since the Sullys have begun learning the ways of your clan. She’s slowly grown past her previous misgivings even as things have ended in this way. With the sawtute turning their eyes towards your peaceful home in search of the man seated beside you.
“Jakesully,” she say at last, inclining her head towards him, “may Eywa ease your spirit.” Jake returns her show of respect, touching his brow and extending his hand towards her.
“Tsmuke,” she says evenly, “you are our tsakarem.” You aren’t the only one but you’re surely the eldest. The most experience and the most respected within the clan. Tsireya has inherited the honor as well with a few others but only one will be named tsahìk when Ronal passes down the mantle. “Will you lead with me tonight?”
The clan hasn’t suffered a loss this great in many years. Usually only one, perhaps two people are committed to Eywa in such a ceremony but tonight there will be many lives returned to the Great Mother’s hands. Ronal extends her own hand, balancing the basket she’s holding on her hip. She pulls you to stand but Jake doesn’t allow her to take you farther than necessary. His tail coils around your ankle before you can take even a half step away from him. His eyes don’t meet yours when you look down at him and he says nothing as you accept your sister’s request to lead with her. It is your duty to your people no matter the occasion. Eywa has chosen you for this and you can’t turn her back on her when you so desperately need her guidance.
The sky has turned a deep shade of blue like the darkest depths of the ocean, dotted with pearls of light as stars shine overhead. The village flickers in shades of orange and red, finally stirring after a day of lingering silence. A song lingers on the breeze, the familiar sound of chorus beads and the intimate words of each Na’vi’s life. Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe… You know these words by heart. They’re the words that you sing in your heart as you trace the beads of your own songcord. Your hand finds your hip where you keep the cord wound around your tewng. The beads and crystals, bones and coral that symbolize your life. Jake’s fingers draw over yours before slipping his hand into yours.
The covering is drawn back by the time you return, Kiri’s voice carrying outside as she sings the beads of Neteyam’s songcord. Jake’s hand tightens in yours as he listens to your daughter sing. Her voice lulls over the last words before your home falls silent once more. All of the children have come to hear Neteyam’s waytelem. Tsireya and Ao’nung have come along with Rotxo as they kneel around Neteyam’s body to hear Kiri sing. Such an honor is only given to those closest to you and everyone here cared deeply for your son. There won’t be another chance to be beside him after this moment. Soon the ceremony will begin and Jake kneels beside him, carefully bundling Neteyam into the ties that you’ve woven. Tsireya offers you a jar of paint in customary white. It’s cold against your skin as Jake drags his fingers from your forehead to your chest. You return the favor, painting each of the children in turn. And when people finally begin to gather in the shallow waters you shrug on the woven shawl Ronal gave you as Kiri straightens the veil upon your head.
Firelight drifts over the gentle waves as Ronal’s voice rings out across the shore. She calls to Eywa to open her arms to her children, to hold each of them in turn. Your brothers and sisters, each treasured members of the Metkayina are pulled out to sea in their sämunge surrounded by those that were closest. Mother, fathers, siblings, mates, children. Tonowari announces their names as they’re given over to the anemones lighting up the ocean with yellow syuratan. The grasping fronds glow brighter as each body is accepted into the watery earth. Returned to Eywa.
“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan.” Tonowari’s voice echoes into the night as you step away from Ronal’s side as she opens her arms to send Neteyam home, joining your family as Jake leads the ilu over the open water. Pale pink flowers trail behind as you carefully pull Neteyam from the woven carrier. His tanhì are still dark, no light glowing from within. There’s nothing left of your heart to break as each of you takes a final moment with him. Jake’s eyes find yours as you hold Neteyam above the water. He isn’t ready, but when will you ever be ready to part with your child? Lo’ak lingers beside you, his hand resting on Neteyam’s head until you and Jake pull him beneath the water. One swaying frond touches his skin, brightening until it’s nearly white. Another and another until they’re pulling him from your hands, wrapping Neteyam in their grasping arms and pulling him deep into their embrace. He disappears all too quickly. Blue skin lost in the sea of yellow. Part of you wants him back but that desperation won’t be quelled by holding his body. Neteyam is gone. Clinging to his body won’t bring back your son. Your tears mingle with the ocean as you linger longer than the others, knowing you’re meant to sing when you rise again. But it is your duty and you must do it.
“Utralä Anawm ayrina’lu ayoeng.” We are all seeds of the Great Tree. Words you know by heart. Words you’ve sung many times. Words that sting your tongue as you sing them for Neteyam. For all that were lost to the hands of those demons. How had a day like any other darkened so deeply with a storm that seems as if it will never pass. The clouds crowd your mind and darken your heart. It’s cold, and desperately lonely even as you stand beside your sister with the clan at your back. This pain is yours and yours alone. Others have lost those they love but they haven’t lost Neteyam. They haven’t lost those small pieces of him that you would never get back. It feels selfish to feel so anguished, to be so utterly consumed by this darkness of grief. You only had him by your side for a short time, but even so you loved him. He was your son. You were his mother. And now he is gone.
When the night draws to a close and the People retreat to their homes you find yourself wandering the shore. The ceremonial garbs have been abandoned somewhere behind you. Perhaps slipping carelessly into the sand or maybe you’d given them back to Ronal. You can’t quite remember but the air feels cool against your suddenly bared skin. Your hands run over your arms as you hug them around yourself, feeling the prickles flesh of your cold skin under your fingertips. Despite the slight chill of the night you find yourself wandering further than you have a need to, walking aimlessly until sand turns to dirt underfoot. Burst of blue and green light come to life with each step as the treeline swallows you. The forest holds a different type of silence. The sound of waves breaking over the shore is replaced with the buzzing and chirping of unseen insects and the sound of wind rustling through the leaves.
Fatigue creeps over you like a tree taking root, threatening to bind you where you stand. Two days you have fighting. The demons and your own grief-stricken mind, and finally it is beginning to take its toll on your body. Each of your footsteps is slower than the last, your legs feeling heavier with every passing moment. The forest is still bright with syuratan that dapples your skin in shades of purple and green but darkness is starting to creep in around you, tears only working to further disrupt your vision. So soon after you’ve been blessed with everything you could ask for it was taken away. The sea gives and the sea takes, no matter when your blessings were received. All life must remain balanced and equal. It is your sole purpose as tsakarem to abide by Eywa’s will, to uphold the Great Mother’s balance. But the mantle feels too heavy to bear at this moment.
Your feet slip, knees going weak, and fall to the ground. You’ve asked for so little in this life. Never wanting more than that which was given. Your heart never darkened against your sister when she was bestowed the honor of tsahìk. Never once did your happiness falter when those around you were mated and blessed with children. And when finally the tides turn in your favor a wave comes to wash it all away. Your arms tighten around yourself, nails biting into your skin as you curl in on yourself. Content to let this terrible moment pass in the cradle of the forest floor. Now you will allow yourself to grieve, allow the ugly, terrible feelings to overtake you. Your tears seep into the soil as your cheek rests in the dirt. Each breath is gasping and shallow as a weight like a thousand stones threatens to bury your prone body and return you to the earth as well.
The silence is nearly deafening until it isn’t. The lull of the forest is broken by the sound of something tearing through the trees. Too heavy to be a benign animal, yet too loud to be a hunting predator. There’s a stiffness to your limbs as you try to sit up, rolling to your knees in time to see Lo’ak vaulting over a fallen tree.
“Sa’nok!” He stumbles to a stop in front of you.
“Lo’ak? Why are you here?” He should be asleep.
“Why am I here?” He asks incredulously. “Why are you here? I’ve been looking all over the village for you!” Why are you here? You hadn’t meant to walk so far, to get so lost in your own head. Instead of answering you find your feet and begin walking the way he came. Despite his loud approach Lo’ak has left hardly any trace of his presence aside from the dimming light where his feet had been only moments ago. Veins of syuratan ripple like water through the ground, rising and fading as your son walks beside you. Grass turns to sand and the light of Naranawm washes over both of you.
“I’m sorry,” Lo’ak finally says, breaking the comfortable silence between you, “I’m sorry about Neteyam.”
“It was not your fault, Lo’ak.”
“But it was!” He is suddenly in front of you, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I was the one that said we should get Spider. Neteyam saved us and now he is gone because of me.” You hear his words before you speak, turning each one over in your mind. Of course it was not Lo’ak that killed his brother. He loved Neteyam. You raise his head with a hand under his chin, nearly drowning in the amount of guilt shining in his yellow eyes.
“It is no fault of yours, maitan. Many lives were lost. No one is to blame except the demons from the sky. They brought this storm upon us, not you.” He pulls away from you, pacing in the sand. It seems he won’t allow his guilt to dissipate so easily. You sigh and close your eyes, turning to the Great Mother for guidance. It’s a lesson you learned as tsakarem. Eywa speaks when thoughts are quiet and hearts are open.
Somewhere in the wind there’s a whisper of her voice. It’s a simple breeze brushing through the mangroves but you hear more. Somewhere in the stillness of your focus you hear the sound of a tulkun singing, slow and mournful. The same song that filled the air as you and Ronal laid Roa to rest yet the voice in your head isn’t as deep, still light with youth. A young tulkun mourning its mother. And then more. Many more. Na’vi and tulkun, all dead in bloodstained water. One remains, a single voice. Payakan. Your eyes jump open as if you’ve been struck. Eywa’s meaning is clear as the stars overhead as you look at your son. Lo’ak is still pacing and muttering to himself.
“But if I hadn’t asked… if I’d left Spider–”
“Neteyam might’ve died even still. Perhaps not on the demon ship but those ayvrrtep were everywhere in the water. What did you tell me when you bonded with Payakan?” His feet finally come to a stop as he thinks over it.
“Those Na’vi died, but it wasn’t Payakan that killed them. He wasn’t trying to hurt anyone.”
“And neither were you. We are not tulkun. Their way is not our law. I know Neteyam’s death is heavy on your heart, but it is not your fault, maitan. Who is to say he would not have been struck by their metal arrows later. It is the sawtute that should carry this guilt.” He sniffles and nods, eyes still staring at the sand, then he lets out a watery laugh.
“Bullets.”
Your ear twitches, “What?”
“The metal arrows are called ‘bullets.’” You taste the foreign word on your tongue. It’s your deepest hope that you will never have to say the word again, but it’s a naive thought. War has come to Awa’atlu and it will not end until every hostile human on Pandora is dead. But these are worries for another day. War is a heavy burden and you are barely carrying the weight of your son’s death. You draw Lo’ak into your arms and press a kiss to the top of his head. He smells like the ocean and home. It makes your heart long for the comfort of your family, of your mate’s warmth and the sound of Tuk’s purring snores. You’re tired and you both should sleep but for a moment more you find yourself standing still as Lo’ak wets your skin with silent tears.
The horizon is hidden behind the silhouette of the seawall. A small piece of protection around the village. But somewhere beyond, over the horizon yet far closer than they should be, the humans are lurking deep in the forest. Or perhaps they’re even closer, building a nest for themselves on some island just out of sight. The threat is great but you’re already so tired. Tired of the fighting and the death that it brings. It makes you wonder how tired Jake must be.
He doesn’t look peaceful even as he sleeps. His face is pinched, brows drawn tight as you finally lay down beside him. Lo’ak finds his own bedroll, the place next to him occupied by Spider instead of Neteyam. When you lay down Jake stirs just long enough to wrap his arm around you before falling still once more, and you wake to the feeling of his tail slipping from its place curled over your thigh.
The sky is already alight with light far past a blushing dawn. Voices and sounds float in from beyond the open marui as village life moves on. One day at a time. A first step and then a second until you’ll lose count and look back to see how far you’ve come. The pain will linger. A familiar smell or a comforting melody might bring echoes of pain to the surface like ripples across still water, but with time your heart will heal if you don’t allow the grief still clinging like a second skin to consume you. Just one step, one day.
Kiri kneels next to the cookfire, turning over carved skewers of fish. Lo’ak is missing as is Tuk, but you can hear her voice somewhere nearby, giggling and splashing in the shallow waters. Spider lingers in the shadiest part of your home, knees curled up to his knees as he watches Kiri cook. He’s uncomfortable, you can tell just in his posture. Pulled up tight into himself as if he will disappear from view if he can make himself small enough. He seems almost ashamed of himself, of everything that he is. He seems so like your children and yet no amount of warpaint will hide his true nature. Still, you quell the animosity still festering deep inside you. There is no time to dwell on darkness. If you stay still and wallow in these feelings, you’ll be lost.
“Good morning.” It’s a tentative extension of kindness, kinder than the few words you’d had for him yesterday. Spider raises his head, eyes darting between Kiri and Jake as if your eyes aren’t resting pointedly on his face. Kiri returns your greeting, murmuring about Lo’ak having already left to tend to his chores. It’s a distraction for him, you’re sure. It is easy to forget yourself in the needs of the many. You imagine it’s why Kiri is cooking. Busy hands, quiet minds.
“Good morning.” Spider says at last. It is enough. One step. You rise with Jake as he stands to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to speak with Tonowari.” His face is guarded, eyes clouded as he tries to hide his intentions from you. He’s pulling away and you reach for him. It’s instinctual. He is your mate, your love, and you want to stand beside him.
“Ma Jake, what is wrong?” So much is wrong, so much hurts. You want to bear this burden with him. Let me, you want to say. Spiritual burdens are something you were taught to See. The bond between Jake and the Great Mother still holds strong, the rope has not frayed. Eywa has not abandoned him and he has not turned his back on her. So what is so wrong that he would hide his eyes from you? He doesn’t explain himself as you trail behind him, hand still in his. You pull hard, planting your feet against the path until he can go no further without letting you go. He hesitates before his hand falls away from your own. For a moment it feels as though the world has fallen away completely, that there’s nothing left to ground you now that he’s pulled away. Anxiety rushes through you like bitter poison, pricking over every inch of your skin as tears begin to burn in your eyes. His rejection stings more than any other you’ve felt in your life. Every terrible thought rushes to the surface all at once.
“Jake?” Your voice wobbles as your arms hang limply at your sides. His shoulders rise and fall with a heaving sigh before he turns to face you.
“Ma muntxate.” His hands find your face and you, thumbs brushing over the shape of your cheeks. There’s conflict in his eyes, uncertainty, as if he is standing at the edge of a cliff wondering which way he should step. Away from danger. Away from whatever is causing him so much strife. The look in his eye is different than the pain you saw yesterday. It isn’t the futile longing of a father. It’s something more resigned. Whatever he wants to tell Tonowari, it shadows any of his own feelings.
“Don’t.” You say quietly. “Please, don’t. Whatever you are thinking, please, don’t do it.” He’s heard your words but doesn’t seem to take them into his heart. Instead he presses his forehead against yours. The world falls quiet for a brief moment. You feel grounded once more even as Jake pulls away with no intention to heed your words.
“Nga yawne lu oer.” And he means it. There’s no glint of deception in his eyes. Jake loves you as you love him and yet something inside you feels as though you’re losing him. Each step he takes away is like a thread straining and if you don’t follow it will break. His pace is slow as if he dreads what he is about to do. All it would take is a moment’s hesitation. If he would just turn around it would quell the panic rising in your heart.
Tonowari and Ronal rise as they see the two of you coming towards them. Jake trudging somberly with you quick at his heels. Ronal looks between the two of you, setting aside the spear arrow in her hand.
“What is this?” She asks before Tonowari can speak. Jake swallows thickly before he answers.
“My family and I, we’ll move on tomorrow. Far away from here.” Ronal takes a half step away from him as if moved off balance by his words. You feel the same. A weakness builds in your knees as you try to step towards him, to see his face, his eyes, and know what he is thinking. This is his home. Your home. He has built a life for his family–your family–here. You’d promised to follow him, but hearing the words makes you realize the path you’ve laid for yourself. A new life in a new place, far from anything you’ve ever known. Wherever you go it will be a place your previous life cannot follow. Ronal, Tonowari, the children, your spirit sister. They’d all be left behind. The thread begins to break.
Tonowari nods but it is a gesture you’ve come to recognize as disapproval. He is acknowledging Jake’s words but he will not heed them.
“Your son lies with our ancestors. You are mated with our tsakarem. This is your home.”
“Now you must stand with us. As our brother.” Ronal’s voice is steadfast though Jake still seems to hesitate even before the words of his tsahìk and olo’eyktan.
“I caused all of this. They were looking for me, for my family.”
“And we are here.” Ronal’s voice echoes your own as the two of you speak in tandem.
“You are Metkayina now.” Tonowari extends his hand expectantly. Jake looks at it, then at you. As if trying to decide if this is truly what he wanted. A moment passes before he clasps Tonowari’s forearm, committing himself to his place within the clan. With time, when Jake has fully committed his heart to the Metkayina, he might become eyktanay and stand beside Tonowari. The clan needs his guidance now more than ever. War is inevitable. All that’s left now is to prepare for the coming storm. He’s quiet as you walk away, aimless steps weaving through the village paths.
“I’m sorry,” he says at last, “I don’t want to abandon you. I want you by my side. You are my mate; I love you. But I have to protect the People. I can’t let anyone get hurt because of me.”
“These things we cannot decide. It is up to the will of Eywa who lives and who dies. The Great Mother’s balance is out of our hands. All life must be returned to death sooner or later.” It hurts to say the words and know that your son was among those taken into the Great Mother’s arms. It was far before his time if you could’ve chosen it. He would’ve lived a long life, far beyond your own and died with the legacy of a great warrior. With a mate and children of his own and many beads to sing of his waytelem. But it was not meant to be. Neteyam is gone and you miss him more than anything but he would not want this. He would not want his father, the mighty Toruk Makto, to give up this fight. Jake was like the brightest star in Neteyam’s sky, a place so high he could only ever hope to reach. His greatest wish was to be a warrior resembling his Jake. You will not allow him to abandon his son’s dream even in his absence.
“Eywa has not abandoned you, ma Jake, so you will not abandon us.” He nods but his eyes are shrouded with a fog of sadness. Grief does not pass easily and you don’t expect this wound to heal within a day, a year, or even a lifetime. You’ve lost people in your life. Great warriors and clan elders. Thinking of them is like pressing against a bruise. It pangs and throbs but soon you will forget until you touch it once more. Neteyam’s parting is still fresh in your mind, weighing heavy on your heart.
“I miss him so much.” There are no words to placate the pain in his voice. “I just want to see him again. Just once.”
The desperate wish leads the two of you to the Ranteng Utralti. It will not be a true reunion. Not in the way Jake wants, but it will be something. Neteyam still lives within Eywa. His vitra has not been lost even in death.
The sun is still high overhead, poking beams of white light through the water as the two of you dive towards the Spirit Tree. The fronds seem to beckon your arrival as they sway in the tide, tossing patches of purple light across your skin. You’re still wearing your mourning garbs, your paint, your veil. It seems fitting as the two of you lock eyes. Jake’s hand reaches for yours, squeezing tight as you both make tsaheylu with the Spirit Tree. One moment you feel yourself floating, water all around you, but it fades in an instant, swallowed by a swirl of flashing light that fades first to green and then to more defined shapes. Leaves, a forest. It’s only vaguely recognizable, just different enough from the forest of your home to know you’re far from Awa’atlu, returned to the Pandora jungle once more.
There are voices among the sounds of rustling leaves and chittering animals. The sun is warm against your skin as you trail towards the sound, wide tail brushing against the plants around you. A warmth unfolds in your heart as you peek around a tree and find Jake kneeling next to a stream, a young boy at his side. At once you know it’s your son. His smile is just the same as it was as he offers his little bow to Jake. It’s beautiful in a way only Eywa can provide. A peaceful piece of perfection, a sweet dream to tide over an ailing heart. You’re content to watch them but a sound draws your attention, an ear flicking towards the noise. It doesn’t seem to disturb Neteyam or Jake and you wonder if they even know you’re here just beyond sight. Perhaps you’re at the very fringe of Jake’s vision, peering in from the outside. You leave him to it, attention drawn towards the sound of a woman singing. The forest changes around you, wavering like air above a fire as you walk a seemingly long distance in only a few strides and stumble upon a marui. It’s large, much too big for its single occupant, and woven with the intricacy expected of an Omatikaya dwelling.
“If you have time to stand and watch you should come help.” She interrupts her singing to finally look up at you and her face is striking. Round eyes, full lips, and her pil slant upward in a way that makes her features seem sharper. And there’s a sense of familiarity within her features, as if you’ve seen her somewhere before, like a memory faded with time. You stare at her even as she hands you a stone bowl, expecting that you’ll begin to grind cycad seeds. It usually isn’t your place to make such preparations but you are a guest in this woman’s home and she wouldn’t know if you are better suited preparing meat rather than flour. Still it is the same as preparing plants for medicines, an easy enough task, though you nearly drop the bowl when she asks who you are. But it’s hardly a question as your name rolls off her tongue.
“That is your name, yes? Neteyam has spoken highly of you since he arrived.” There’s a bitter tinge to her tone. For a moment you think it’s directed at you as you finally recognize her face. It’s Neteyam’s face if only older, more feminine. This is his mother. Jake’s first mate. Your chin tucks towards your chest as you try to hide within the dark cloud of your curls, shrinking behind the curtain of your hair. Perhaps you had wrongly interpreted Eywa’s will. Perhaps you were not meant to mate with Jake. It had been a selfish thought just as you’d worried, inconsiderate to the woman waiting for him here. She curses under her breath and your fangs bite into your lip to keep from apologizing before she’s said her piece.
“I give my life to protect my children and still it is not enough. Faysawtute.” Her chopping begins to gain vigor, scoring the wooden slab as she goes. “I kill him and he lives even still. When will it end?” Finally she looks up at you.
“Are the children safe? Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak? I have not seen them here. They have to be safe.” She is trying to hide her desperation, you can tell by the pinched doing of her voice, but her eyes cannot hide from you. She is terrified that more of her children will be delivered to her soon.
“They are safe. They’re all safe.” The tension leaves her shoulders.
“That is good. And Jake?”
“He is with Neteyam now. He might come to see you soon…” your voice trails off as you realize he never told you her name. In his quest to keep you from questioning his devotion he has hidden a piece of himself. She will always be a part of him and it is not your place to begrudge him that. It is because of her that you have the family he’s given you. She deserves your unyielding respect as the mother that came before you.
“Neytiri,” she sounds almost amused by your ignorance. “Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite.” She sets aside her cooking and reaches for you, her hands finding yours once you set aside the bow of ground seeds. “I’ve heard of you and your sister Ronal. A skilled tsahìk and her tsahìknay.”
Tsahìknay. No one had ever called you such a thing. It was always tsakarem; a tsahìk that never finished her training and earned the honored title of clan leader. That was your sister, that was Ronal. She was tsahìk and yet you’re still treated with such respect within the clan. Even Ronal defers to your guidance at times. Was it not you that told her to allow the Sullys to stay? Before the clan she reminded you of her authority, but she is your elder sister. It has always been her guiding you and giving orders. Of course she would bristle at her word being questioned before the clan, before outsiders. And yet she allowed it. Even Jake had acknowledged your place upon first meeting. He called you tsakarem just as the rest of the clan did. It’s a title for a child not yet completing their rites to become one with the People, but what else were they meant to call you. Rarely does a clan have more than one tsahìk. But just as Eywa has blessed Jake it seems she has chosen you for something as well. Why else would you be blessed to See things as you do?
You See and yet you are blind. Ronal has told you this more than once in your life. It was meant as a reminder. To look clearly at things as they truly are. The shadows retreat and you see at last. You were never lacking, never less than. You are equal. Second to none.
Neytiri smiles, “A clan with two tsahìks must be blessed. I am glad it is you that he has chosen. My children will grow up well.” Her hand presses to your chest, palm against the tattoo inked over your heart. It means loving, protective. These are words you live by.
“Oel ngati kameie,” she says with gentle reverence. Your name sounds like a prayer on her tongue. “You have a strong heart. I trust it to take care of everyone that we love.” Even when you’ve failed to protect Neteyam she has given her blessing to look after her mate, her children. Your mate, your children. You move to bow but she meets you halfway, pressing her forehead against yours just as Jake would. You aren’t taking her place. Tsaheylu bonds your body and soul. She is a part of Jake just as much as you are, so she is now a part of you.
When your eyes open the marui is suddenly full of white light. And though you’ve never seen a forest atokirina’ you recognize the delicate creatures at once. There’s something calming about the presence of the pure spirits. Their syuratan is different from the yellow glow of the tree spirits of your home but they still feel gentle as a kiss when they caress your skin. One lands and then another. Neytiri reaches out her hand as one dances over her palm. She holds the bouncing sprite in her hands, white light dancing in her eyes as they fill with a rueful sadness.
“When I died, I was afraid. I knew I was dead the moment my eyes opened. My sister, my father, Tsu’tey. Everyone I had lost was here to greet me within Eywa. But I was afraid for my family.” She lifts her hands and gently blows on the atokirina’. It swirls through the air, threadlike tendrils swirling about before it finds the breeze and floats away with the others. They leave in a shimmering cloud just as quickly as they came. When you turn back to Neytiri she’s smiling. “I’m not afraid anymore.”
For a moment you think you’re crying as her face begins to swirl into a wash of color like spilled paint, but when you blink it away the vision is gone and you’re staring at the Ranteng Utralti once more. Jake’s hand is still tight in yours as his eyes open as well. When you surface you find that you were crying, tears streaming down your cheeks along with the seawater as you mount your ilu.
“What’s wrong, yuey?”
“I saw her, Jake.” A smile finds its way to your face despite the tears. Your heart flutters in your chest, beating heavily where her hand had been. Your skin seems to sing as you touch your tattoo as if her hand would still be there.
“Saw who?”
“Neytiri.” His eyes go wide, ears standing on end. Behind him his tail perks up, curling anxiously as he sits on his own ilu. It has always been his greatest fear that you would seek out knowledge about his mate. He knows you, knows your heart. You would have compared yourself to her, belittle and bemoaned your every flaw until you felt like nothing by comparison. But that isn’t the truth of it. There is no comparison. He chose her. He chose you. Jake values both of you just the same in his heart. There is no superior. You see that now. See it more clearly than you ever have.
“Why are you crying? What happened?” Sharing what you’ve seen while connected to the Spirit Tree is always an intimate experience. Tsaheylu is sacred, and what’s seen while communing with Eywa is always a look into someone’s soul. But you do it every time you meet someone’s eye. Jake’s vitra is plainly clear in his eyes. The bittersweet feeling of being able to catch even a glimpse of his son, to relive the memories that he cherishes and know that’s all that will be now. Just memories.
“She called me tsahìknay, said I was blessed. We were touched by atokirina’.” The Great Mother’s has not been subtle with her intentions on this day. You are meant to be by Jake’s side, just as Neytiri was before you. And Jake is meant to be by your side. To part would be to spite the blessings Eywa has given you. There was a reason you were not mated before. He is the reason. This is the reason. You were not meant for Tonowari, not meant for any man in Awa’atlu. This is the path Eywa has drawn for your life. It has not been without its hardships and there will surely be more to come–more death, more destruction–but the only way is forward. The storm will come and you will weather it. One step at a time. For now, though, you return home, listening to Jake recount his time with Neteyam. Their fishing and climbing trees. He sounds younger, a quiet smile in his voice. His spirit is lifted if only for the moment.
“She would’ve loved you.” He says at last. “I wish I’d told you that sooner.” There’s so much he hasn’t told you, so much you’ve yet to learn. A sharp pain pinches in your chest as you think of Neteyam and all the things that died with him, all the things you’ll never know about your son. Part of you wishes you had seen him with Eywa, had a chance to speak with him, but the Great Mother doesn’t always show you what you want to see but what needs to be seen.
“She said she trusts me to take care of our family.” Jake smiles and for a moment he looks like himself again. His face isn’t drawn with sadness but bright with a satisfied grin.
“I know she does, because I do. This family is our fortress and I trust you to protect it. No matter what happens.”
ɴᴀ’ᴠɪ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Tawtute, Sawtute – sky person, sky people
Sa’tsmuke – aunt, mother’s sister (speculative)
Tsmuke’ite – niece (speculative)
Hì’ikran – dorado verde, small ikran (speculative)
Sämunge – transportation device
Eyktanay – a step below clan leader
Waytelem – songcord
Ranteng Utralti – Spirit Tree
Vitra, Tirea – soul, spirit
Vrrtep – demon
Tswin – neural braid
Muntxate – wife, female mate
Maitan – (my) son
Naranawm – Polyphemus, the planet Pandora orbits
Syuratan – bioluminescence
Uniltìrantokx – dreamwalker, avatar
Pil – facial stripes, skin stripes
Tsakarem – tsahìk-in-training
Tsahìknay – a step below tsahìk (speculative)
Yuey – beautiful (inner beauty)
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You’ve created a monster 👿 and because you told me to request you best believe I’m gonna %1000 come thru! So BETCH I am on my knees begging you to please do a part 2 or better yet even a full update 😆 of your Nero/Cam girl series please! I would love her reaction to him confessing his feelings for her and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN PLEASE GIVE US THE SMUT WE DESERVE FINALLY!!! You are literally torturing me with these two because every time I read an update you post of them Im left yelling in frustration because the sexual tension is legit torture when you leave us with just a tease of them!!!
So please put me out of my misery and don’t let me endure another moment of torture because I just might break
💛💛💛
Keep up the awesomeness and can’t wait for your next update Queen
Companion piece to Day Off
This did not go the way I planned...
“I love you.” He tells you. “I’ve loved you since the moment we met.”
You don’t believe him; Nero can see it in your expression. You turn your head back towards the sky, your fingertips slipping from his so that your palm comes to rest upon your stomach. There’s a tension in your shoulders that resonates through your entire body.
“Is that what you say to all the other girls?” You ask him, your voice a rasp as you stare up at the clouds. “Is that why they sell themselves for you?”
“What?” He spits the word out like a curse because never in a million years did, he expect this from you.
There’s an agony blossoming in his chest, and he tries to shut it down, to be rational but truly you’ve shaken him. He can’t understand how he could have been so wrong about a person.
“I know when I’m being played Nero.” You say quietly, toying with the silver rings on your fingers. “I know what it means when a man says that he loves you, I know what’s expected in return.”
“That’s not what…” He trails off, his lips clamping together as he forces himself up into a sitting position, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he inclines his head towards you. “You’re fucked up you know that?”
You lay there still sprawled on the grass; your arm thrown up over your head like in one of your boudoir shots on the website.
So fucking tempting and so fucking infuriating all at the same time.
“Do you think I’d be doing this job otherwise?” You ask him as you flick your sunglasses down from their place on the top of your head so that they cover your eyes. “Do you think I’d be selling myself if I was ‘normal’?”
Something happened to you, he feels it in his bones. Someone turned you out and once that happens you can never go back. You re-live the ways you’ve been used even when you step away from the life, it carves itself into your psyche. This he realises must be the compromise. The camming.
You don’t hook anymore, but you sell yourself in a different way and it erodes at your soul little by little until there’s nothing left but an emptiness right where it used to be. He thinks that’s what he’s looking at right now, that vastness. Someone reached into the depths of your spirit, and they tore it to pieces. He sees exactly who you are, and he loves you for it, the problem is your experiences have always been transactional, no matter what he says you’ll never believe him.
“I can’t do this anymore.” He tells you with a sigh. “It’s too much. I can’t be around you.”
There’s no way to win, he understands that now. In your mind, he will always be a pimp and you will always be a whore, trying to claw your way out from underneath him, even if it wasn’t him that put you there in the first place.
“Alright.” You say, your voice devoid of emotion. “I’ll get myself out of Diosa tomorrow.”
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@daddykinkkinard
Someone sent you a gift! I wonder what it is…
Surprise! You’ve been nice this year, so you deserve some of Tommy's Sparkling Spiced Apple Cider !
love u loads collins 🥹 thank you for making my smile so much over the three months i’ve known you. MAHAL KITA BETCH
Enjoy and happy holidays! We hope your new year is full of joy~
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September/2024🌗♑️I AM a goat.
🌗▪️ ♀️Do you know what is MORE important than a HEART?
A SOUL.
☿︎ Λ ☊ My dream job? THE NEW ARTISTIC DIRECTOR OF THE OSF in Ashland, Oregon. I’ll take one of those million dollar condos by Lithia Park. If I had a husband I would choose a farm, but I AM A SINGLE HETEROSEXUAL FEMALE HUMAN.
The tentative new OSF season line-up for 2025:
Henry The V, Part One.
The Merchant of Venice.
The Tempest.
Comedy of Errors.
Merry Wives of Windsor.
Bright Room Called Day, Tony Kushner.
Ashes to Ashes/Mountain Language, Harold Pinter.
The Hairy Ape, Eugene O’Neil.
Waiting for Godot. Samuel Beckett.
I HATE Hamlet, Tom Stoppard.
Man of La Mancha, Dale Wasserman.
Something new, written by someone YOUNG.
( 13 shows seemed like a better number to stop suggestions at.)
🌗 Λ ♃︎ I DESERVE JUSTICE AND COMPENSATION FOR ALL THE MONEY THOSE APE CUNTS HAVE APPARENTLY STOLEN FROM ME.
🌗🔺🌞 I have some advice for ALL Green Party candidates. Please do NOT engage in taco whore politics with the taco whore politicians. Your JOB is to TALK ABOUT POLITICS AND POLICIES.
MY JOB IS TO BE THE CLOWN. I AM A CLOWN. If YOU want to be a CLOWN, join my circus.
Otherwise, PLEASE ACT LIKE A LEADER. I KNOW how to conduct myself in a PROFESSIONAL MANNER AT WORK.
However, I do not see enough politicians acting PROFESSIONAL. POLITICS SHOULD BE BORING.
LEAVE THE THEATER TO ACTUAL FUCKING ACTORS.
🌗 < 🦺When I was a FA for Horizon, I used to stay at the Hilton in San Jose. It was great. We had a 24 hr layover so I could visit the Winchester mansion. That betch was OCD. 13 was a number of protection for widow Winchester. She was afraid the spirits of ALL the natives that died from a Winchester rifle would come back to haunt her. She handsomely paid locals, to continually build on to her home in order to keep ghosts from attacking her.
☿︎ < 🚑 I am almost as good as new. I know. I have known. I have been poisoned on and off by my family and my own ex-husband for DECADES. I should start looking like I did in my early thirties, I imagine. I don’t know. My body is doing a reset. I just fucking go with the flow. Try NOT to judge my healing process, it’s MY HEALING PROCESS, MY JOURNEY.
♅︎ < 🦚 No. Ollie, I am trying to use YOUR BAND as a vehicle to BRIDGE the collective consciousness between the generations. The old fucks have no fucking idea. I mean, if I was YOUNG I would like you MAYBE in a sacral chakra way, but seriously…no. I AM SURE you AGREE. Your wife looks cool. Do you think MASCIS was fucking that CUTE bassist chick he was in a photo with? I HIGHLY DOUBT IT, UNLESS SHE WAS HIGH. Whatever. I have this new Hawaiian boyfriend, I think he surfs and skateboards. He plays base…okay. I HATE playing guitar. I LOVE playing the piano. I wish my old one wasn’t STOLEN AND SOLD THE FUCK OFF. I express frustrations publicly, don’t be alarmed.
Andrew Applepie - Capricorn (I sometimes end up playing this song, every once in awhile, when the moon goes ♑️)
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Winchester Mansion, stained glass
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“WOOF! SHE DESERVED A VINEYARD!” - Tinkerbelle & Belle 🐶✨🎵🍷
🎧NEW EPISODE OF GOSSIP PUPS IS UP NOW!!!!
🐶On this FURiday the #GossipPups Tinkerbelle and Belle recap their week . Then it’s time to spill the tea on:
💖POP CULTURE: TAYLOR SWIFT ANNOUNCES 1989 TAYLOR’S VERSION, Kevin Costner announces he is an official Swiftie, Katharine McPhee cancels performance due to family emergency, Britney Spears’ sons safe in Hawaii amongst Maui wild fires, Lil Tay not dead!
🐩 PUP CULTURE: TikTokers donate over 50k to portland animal sanctuary, Dog abandoned in Airport parking lot after owner is told they can’t fly with pet, Celebrity Pets on the gram, Whats the best dog food or puppy food???
#podcasts #podcast #newpodcastalert #newpodcastepisode #podcastersofinstagram #dogsofinsta #popculture #whatstrending #1989taylorsversion #celebritynews #taylorswift #dogsofnyc #dogsofnewyork #famousdogs #pupfluencer #betches
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The Person On Your Mind in May 🎢 2023 - Capricorn
Whole of their energy towards Capricorn: The Sun
This has to be an ex, King & Queen of Swords show up as bitter rivals here that have it out for each other because of an ending. Could be an air sign, but feels more like an ex, either/both, and you’re just emotionally detached from each other. Currently, they’re happy you’re not speaking, holding grudges against you and feeling pretty guarded where you’re concerned. The Lovers just confirms this is a love relationship, and there were feelings at one time. Could still be feelings, but they’re not going to express that, these people are Swords. What emotion? Speak your truth or die betch ⚔️
Feelings: The World, 10 Cups rev & Wheel of Fortune rev
They’re happy it’s over, because something in this connection was a very unhappy & trapped in negativity, karmic kind of a cycle that just kept going around and around and around, going nowhere. Getting nowhere. They were afraid for this to end, it’s something that played on their mind constantly on some worrying loop. But it’s not that bad to them now. I don’t get that it’s been a long time, but they’re already starting to feel a release of these worries. It’s like they’re recognizing they don’t actually “need” you. At one time though, this person was very intense with anxiety, and could blame you for that. They feel that not working on this or talking with you is deserved, whether true or not idk it’s their feelings.
Intentions: Strength
They’re not sending messages, not making the first move, not trying to get back together. They are sad, and do have regrets, or they know you’re sad and have regrets. They’re not trying to poke the bear, things hurt enough, or something like that. They really don’t have bad intentions, just something here is toxic, probably a routine cycle of behaviors. If they don’t get off the ride, it’ll never end, in their mind.
Actions: King of Swords
Your card saying Follow My Lead, you’ll probably initiate conversation. And they will reciprocate, if you want to talk, they’re fine with talking. Swords value communication over everything, they’re just detached and use their head over their heart. They’re not going to gush that they miss you or have feelings, but they’re going to keep their head screwed on straight & have their wits about them when it comes to you. If you ask why or how they feel, they’ll be honest but in a detached & logical sort of way. They don’t mean to come off as they don’t care, they do. But they aren’t trying for that, clarity is all they care about. Their side, your side, understanding each and going from there. They think you had or have many options, play the field, or string people along, and are mean, cruel, condescending, out to prove some point. Arguing is what’s toxic. OR they’re purposely being spiteful af and messaging or playing the field with people that piss you off, to prove a point and piss you off. Or you are. Petty petty, either way. Something was not good. I do see a conversation though, that could be positive for you both.
Messages:
Their side:
- I just don’t know what to say.
- We don’t want the same things.
Your side:
- Follow My Lead
- Adrenaline Junkie
Possible signs:
Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, Leo, Capricorn, Pisces & Scorpio
If you’re dealing with:
The Hierophant & The Moon could show you keeping quiet about any opportunities to really get serious with some of these people, especially romantically, you could be a bit of a player or just noncommittal, you could also have a lot of fears & worries surrounding committing to things generally, because you don’t know what to believe, and can’t imagine outcomes for any decisions you might try to make. Will things work out, or not? If you’re not feeling stable in yourself, you’re purposely being vague and mysterious with others too.
Aries - over it but still not open to you, I get a vibe they won’t be anytime soon
Taurus - pissed off because of no movement in any direction, might pop off @ you, be careful
Gemini - something fortunate is happening with them, could be a new opportunity from something old, there’s renewal energy here, otherwise a very stable & good connection
Cancer - happily ever after with you, sees this connection as everything they’ve ever wanted
Leo - seems to be waiting on you to make a decision, and they aren’t thrilled about that
Virgo - thinks you’re impulsively rushing into something and wants to “school you” on why their viewpoint is superior - could be right
Libra - dealing with, talking to, or dating multiple people, knows they need to choose one
Scorpio - apologizing for whatever happened between you in the past, or you are
Sagittarius - acting loving towards you even if you’ve left them behind, they think if they just try harder they can change your mind…does have feelings for you
Capricorn - someone picked their goals or career over the other person, or you both did, either way it was the right thing to do
Aquarius - buyer’s remorse, spent too much money and now they regret it, needs to chill
Pisces - indulgent when alone, could be sneaky or it’s something they avoid talking about, habits or…idk, they’re up to something
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ugh i'm such a lazy betch, i deserve to be someone's passenger princess 24/7 tbh
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EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !
chapter sixteen. a what?
series masterlist. | previous / next
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"i'm starting to think we're both developing a really bad caffeine addiction." tsireya speaks up as you guys decide to enter the cafe, ordering your drinks and sitting down.
"speak for yourself, i already had one to begin with." you retort, and your head snaps to the doors of the cafe that ring when someone enters. a frown immediately crosses your face when you realize it's ao'nung.
"i know he's my brother and all," tsireya starts, seeing him and putting two and two together. "but you deserve to be happy. with or without him."
"yeah," you grin softly, knowing she was right when out of the blue somebody slides into the booth next to you. "hello?"
"did you and ao'nung break up or something?" a boy asks you, and you're vaguely able to remember him as someone from the baseball team.
"i'm sorry, who even are you?" you scoff, not able to put a name to the man sitting beside you.
"teammate of ao'nung's," he informs you, throwing his arm to rest on the back of a chair. "he's been in a shitty mood the past two weeks. you guys finally break up or something?"
you open your mouth, partially in shock and partially in offense, because what does he mean, finally?
"i wouldn't even call it a break up, i mean-" you cut yourself off, shaking your head. it definitely wasn't some strangers business to be sniffing into your love life. "whatever. yeah, sure."
"so he finally told you, then?"
"told her what?" tsireya pipes in, and you suddenly remember she's been sitting in front of you the whole time.
"about the bet."
FUN FACTS !
— ao'nung was going for a stroll and decided to grab a coffee
— one of ao'nung's teammates is genuinely concerned so he approaches y/n in the cafe to figure out what was wrong
— ao'nung was planning to tell y/n the truth today
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4/11/23
Your Assassination Attempts Are FAILING...HORRIBLY.
This one is for the in the closet Crybaby D*ck and his bitter HIV Postive pregnant wife, who thinks I don’t know about every little spell, they pay someone to cast and send my way, just because it didn’t make it on a blog post. Blog post are not making it because I am making tea and stirring it.
(THE HEART ATTACK SPELL FAILED CAN YOU FEEL IT?)
https://youtu.be/j3tVrEsHCKs - Heart Attack Spell Failed
https://youtu.be/HUxef4OMSn4 - Plot to Spread STDS and more hate. Failed.
https://youtu.be/zm5ABNEOaJE - I know all my Energy Hoes miss me! - Jcole (when she plugged her nose at the end...I knew God was throwing shade at the basic betch). Elias you are developing clairalience, a heightened sense of smell. https://www.alittlesparkofjoy.com/clairalience/
https://youtu.be/3r7RvPjWgw8 - Round of Applause for Elias Making it Out Alive
God Playing Matchmaker
By the way, this particular reader was used continuously per The God of Spirits because she went through a similar situation with a man who chose another woman. This man is going to come across this blog and know that he should have chosen this woman instead of the other woman. God wants this man to come to him and ask him how to approach this woman because they will cross paths again and this is his soulmate. (awwww...i was wondering why I was using her back-to-back) and don’t be trying to take her man basic betch its a no.
https://youtu.be/qxXDZ5fCovU - Get it Right by Tone Stith
The Backfire (Karma)
God told me to tell Crybaby d*ck, that you and your wife are the cause of the fetal heart attack your unborn child will have in May (Taurus Baby). Unfortunately, you are approximately 30 weeks pregnant and live in a state where you no longer qualify for an abortion. You will carry this baby to term, and it will also be a stillborn.
Whatever you send to Gods’ children will backfire and effect your own. I am going to break this down for all the slow bloodlines out there... STOP. CASTING. SPELLS.
You should have spent that money on your hospital stay or water.
(and no before you ask... the baby is not going to Heaven because it belongs to you)
Pay Attention To Your Abortion Laws People:
https://reproductiverights.org/maps/worlds-abortion-laws/
For Elias’ Adoptive Mother: Did You Not Think I Would Save Your School Principal with no Principles a$$ a spot on this blog? (when honor thy mother and father no longer applies)...
Elias told me once in conversation not to talk about his mother (a son being protective and defending his mother which is normal). Out of respect for Elias this is why I haven’t said anything about you until now. But you deserve this.
Concoct one more evil plan, you bitter, egotistical, racketeering, money laundering, jealous he is not about to give you a dime or anymore of his time hoe and I will concoct one too. Ask my family, I could give a f*ck about you being old, if you disrespect me or someone I love; you could be elderly limping on a cane with cancer and I would kick that cane right from underneath an old hag and keep on walking. I am the new Mother now betch, and you won’t see not half a coin before you die. What you need to do is focus on your real son (crybaby d*ck) and start planning his funeral; side by side graves...? I don’t know, you figure that out, since you like planning so much betch, plan that. All I know is Elias and I will not be donating to your cause dead or alive. So, I suggest you play bingo with somebody else.
How does it feel to know nothing good came from your own flesh and blood (bloodline). You murdered Elias’ real Father, which is why you get emotionally triggered every time Elias would ask you about him. Aww poor Hoodoo Witchdoctor Godmother (Root magic). Elias’ real Father chose to be with Elias’ real mother over you; you got jealous, cast a love spell on his Father, poisoned his real mother and since they had a child (Elias), you upgraded from Godmother to Stepmother. However, Elias’ Father woke up from that love spell and still didn’t want you and wouldn’t allow you to legally adopt Elias. So, you killed Elias’ Father and took what he had. Placed Elias in the system (adoption) and then went back to adopt him, so that you could be tied to the inheritance and energy attached to him too.
It was your plan to bring that basic betch back into Elias’ life, the same toxic betch you knew hurt him in the past; the same one you had to help Elias get a restraining order against. The first love spell cast on Elias as a teen was the basic masonic hoes idea; how dare a masonic betch come for your son right?
But then Elias met a new woman and you found out this woman was his future wife and he was going to leave your leech a$$ behind and take his inheritance with him. You found out this woman who was his future wife could be a bigger threat to you than the basic masonic betch from the past. You were right, you psychotic narcissistic demon lmao. So, you teamed up with Elias’ ex girlfriend and her masonic family, who also wanted a piece of that inheritance. Do they know you were still planning to take them out, after you got Elias to put your name on the will? Do they know now? Jesus Christ. smh.
It was your plan to make Elias believe those children were his and not your real son crybaby d*ck.
Anyway...its no longer a secret that you are the mastermind of all of this betch.
You know what else I know?... you wanted Elias just like you wanted his Real Father. Did you touch Elias as a child?...I bet you did. Which is why Elias developed a sex addiction in the first place, right? You conditioned him to think sex meant love. You’ve been casting spells over Elias’ all his life which is why it was so hard for him to break free of them. You’re a child molester, whether Elias remembers it or not. I know what you are.
Since you didn’t have the emotional intelligence to tell Elias this truth. I did it for you. I can see why you struggled. I can find a way to tell the world without exposing Elias and I, if you want? Or maybe I will let Elias decide.
Damn, a child molester and a school principal. I wonder what people will think? Stay away from Elias, your pendulum magic isn’t working, mess around and fall right into a sinkhole if you want to betch per Angel Gabriel
I Am So Glad I Got to Meet the Family,
Respectfully,
Your Daughter-in-Law
(Elias do you think they like me?)
https://youtu.be/QJI-DuUsrrY- Elias’ Wife Roasting Elias’ Fake A$$ Wannabe Mom-Wife
https://youtu.be/-Mbr2s5lSLw - Elias You’re Forgiven (When you spin the block one more time to cuss this witch out).
https://youtu.be/6zckQ5kxXkM - Monster - Beth Crowley
Cassandra A. There are 7 letters left in your last name...would you like to play Hangman? Middle Schoolers love that game, right? If I win, what prize do I get? How About a Leave Us the F*ck Alone?
https://youtu.be/DdwVDglxQvU - Tarot on Cassandra Behind the Mask
Cassandra, do you know what I hate. A stalker. Especially, when I catch them stalking me after I’ve told them to stop stalking me. Do you understand what prize you are going to get, if you do not stop stalking me?
By the way you took your linked in profile picture down, but you are still on twitter. I’ve tweeted your pictures to a folder and am currently making copies. Oh and if I get hacked betch, you are getting hacked and I have a feeling the public will believe my evidence over yours? No spell work needed.
Elias, although I am broke and have been homeless...as you can see, I have done this for free... I am not in this for the money. I did, however, need someone to practice on sorry it was your fake a$$ family, but I thought I might as well do a free favor for a friend. Anyone who knows me which I’ve found out is NO ONE!... knows that I have no desire to be famous and cannot be bought like most people can. I like privacy its peaceful. Elias, you have to decide what you want and what you are going to do ...but I am leaving in two weeks, whether you are here or not. I have gotten used to rolling the dice and free falling not caring if I live or die. So, you and God can figure out what you are going to do...I am leaving in 2 weeks.
Bye Cassandra.
https://youtu.be/l3ZfjqyqEA4 - A Narcissist Worst Nightmare Tarot
https://youtu.be/jz2nP0QzknE - Hard to Kill Lyrics
Root Witchdoctors (Hoodooism)
https://www.spiritualityhealth.com/articles/2021/02/Hard 23/the-hoodoo-blues
https://www.ncpedia.org/root-doctors
Does God Hate Gay People? God is Pro-Human.
https://youtu.be/Dkk9gvTmCXY - You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift
So, this is a very controversial topic, I have been thinking about how to explain this in the best way possible, so that your perception on how God views homosexual/bi/pronouns etc changes. Just because crybaby d*ck and basic betch are a part of this community, does not mean we hate that community. In fact, The Melchizedek are pro-human. However, if you were to ask us what homosexuality is? We would place it in the mental illness category. Before you throw stones, look at it from a spiritual perspective that can be compared to a hormonal problem within your physical world (Earth).
So, you have estrogen (more for women) and testosterone (more for men) but when both of these hormones are out of balance a woman might start growing hair on their face or have a deeper voice, a man might develop less muscle mass, higher voice etc. Well in the spiritual world, you have people who talk about feminine and masculine spiritual energy. Energy is literally your soul (mind). So, if masculine and feminine energy are out of balance in the spirit...your soul (the mind) is going to think its feminine when your body is clearly showing you that you have masculine body parts and vice versa. So, in that humans mind, they are going to think “I feel like I was born in the wrong body.”
There are many born like this due to the fall of humanity, this does not mean these people do not deserve human rights, like healthcare. This does not mean The Melchizedek or God support self-mutilating surgeries or same sex marriage. However, The Melchizedek understand that on Earth instead of fixing the problem, humanity has normalized it; this is how people have evolved overtime in order to cope with this mental illness because they don’t understand how to fix it (don’t be ashamed; The Melchizedek look at it like any other mental illness or Personality disorder).
For those who have developed gender mental illness later in life, it can kind of be compared to an “identity crisis’ where you are still trying to figure out who you are and so you start testing the waters (switching in and out of masculine and feminine energy, trend following “i’m bi-curious,” “i’m both genders” can also confuse your identity development or slow it down.) Which is why you have some people who have been convinced at a young age to partake in self-mutilating surgeries and later they may wish they had not (their masculine and feminine energies started to balance out whereas others may experience lifetime stagnancy).
This is a very difficult mental illness to correct, especially if a person is born like this but no holy water, nor exorcism etc is going to work and no being gay cannot send you straight to “hell” your character however can.
The cure for a gender mental illness is learning to balance out the chakras, which is something that would need to be practiced within a community that is in agreement. Honestly, this topic is far from what The Melchizedek are focused on and we are not really here to convince people...but this is our knowledge you can take it or ignore it. We don’t care either way. However, the Rainbow...we need that back... its copyrighted.
Heaven Sending signs https://youtu.be/aa7A-E9eIFY - Born This Way - Lady Gaga
Although, God did create humanity, humans evolve overtime on their own whether they have The Melchizedek as leaders or they do not. God created Humans, God does not create mental illness or sickness by way of who humans choose to be led by.
Warning:
Please do not go to anyone claiming they can cure homosexuality with chakra energy bundles. If they knew how to do it...it would have been proven by now and google would be all over that sh*t.
How I Healed My Feminine Energy and Stopped Cussing These Hoes Out!
Men and Women need both feminine and masculine energy like they both need estrogen and testosterone. However, Men need more masculine energy to function properly and Women more feminine energy to function properly. Some Men and Women are born in the wrong gender energy i.e a girl being born with too much masculine energy (think of a birth defect) this can be corrected if the energy is balanced out. This does not mean a girl cannot like what you call “masculine things” like sports such as wrestling, just that they do not know how to revert back to the feminine energy without struggling.
As for people, not born in the wrong gender energy, there was most likely something you experienced right before you decided to shift into a more masculine energy or feminine energy i.e a break up, an abusive relationship, lack of attention (neglect), being a child having to take care of your siblings or provide for the family etc etc etc. There are others who are just followers, confused and still don’t know themselves which is why you have women who claim to be lesbians who end up pregnant and then say just kidding “i’m bi-sexual.”It can be different for everyone. Think about the world you live in as well not everyone has access to do the things they love like in the video below and take the time to figure out who they are. Your systems are not built for that kind of freedom.
For some reason humans like to make excuses and support people and ignore problems even with substantial evidence that something is clearly wrong. If you have a body with female genitalia (evidence) but your mind is telling you that you are a man ???????? Why do we go to school?
But yes, God loves Humans including Gay People. Why? because they are humans too.
https://youtu.be/J5IbRU0sRE4 - healing feminine energy by Jillz Guerin
Fun Fact: Melchizedek used to track their periods using the Moon Cycle (it was called the Lunar Cycle)
https://youtu.be/nr9Fu88GdxE - Nurturing Yourself During Your Cycle -Jill Guerin
***note: you really don’t need a huge house in order to be comfortable or happy. However being able to have some kind of comfortable space is ideal in order to feel good about yourself and relax which everyone should be able to have so don’t view this video and think you need the exact type of lifestyle this person has in order to live an amazing comfortable life. No I am not saying anything is wrong with the way the person in this video is living so don’t be hating on her...***
I am more focused on ...
Where the idea of castles with 100 rooms or more came from? Then, I thought of Eve and how God told her to be fruitful and multiply ...and I was like “Oh wow...that makes sense.” Otherwise, call me jealous if you want to but, why else would anyone need that many rooms beyond bragging & hiring modern day slaves, whilst doing rituals in the downstairs dungeon?
https://www.royal.uk/royal-residences-buckingham-palace#:~:text=Buckingham%20Palace%20has%20775%20rooms,quadrangle)%20and%2024%20metres%20high.
Blood-Poisoning (can occur from disease, food, water, air etc.)
https://youtu.be/QcIy9NiNbmo - Bad Blood by Taylor Swift (Sound Familiar?)
This is what crybaby d*ck wanted for Elias’ Wife right? ...to lure her in using Elias’ Energy, rape, transfer an STD to her and get her pregnant for revenge in a state where she wouldn’t be able to abort right? Great job doing your research. Although, you might have been able to get her pregnant, Melchizedek blood is immune to human disease, once they start to mutate their body will destroy disease causing pathogens and their body will experience detox like symptoms fever, chills, vomiting, diarrhea, hives, seizures, fainting and symptoms of some diseases but they will not test positive for the disease.
Code For: (Were You a “Transfer” (from Heaven) too? Or Dauntless (Sinner) Born.
Which is why Elias was feeling sick; Elias was healing from the diseases being transferred while his opponents have been testing positive. This is also why Elias did not test positive for COVID. The Melchizedek Woman, even though she was living in homeless shelters, with no soap in the bathroom or mask wearing has not tested positive for COVID. If you are someone who has been vaccinated, boosted several times and have recovered, have an Inconclusive or negative test. Samjaza is suspicious of your bloodline (Family). Elias you still need to get an HIV test before you see me for your peace of mind not mine. I know I am right. lol.
https://youtu.be/FVlkbs32vGo - The COVID Test Result
https://youtu.be/oBEPD_AJUbA - The Test Didn’t Work
https://youtu.be/8Diu6MR_Y8g - Don’t Let Them Know Who You Are (If you are a vivid dreamer, God can use dreams to train you, alert you, speak to you, if you have the same dream over and over again there is a test you need to pass).
https://youtu.be/5ttoICpH0Vc - Be Quiet & Play Dumb
https://youtu.be/0SfwHWzAfFQ - Become an Actor (What Would a Homeless Person Do? God Training the Melchizedek Woman)
https://youtu.be/GKfwLeZDEEU - Pass the Final Test And Prove That You Are From Earth Because They Are Watching All Of You On Your Social Media Accounts and You Better Not Be Surviving In a Supernatural Way!
The Melchizedek Woman wakes up The Melchizedek Man (Elias under a spell) https://youtu.be/7UhFzTWxzBo
(Nothing we have shared with you is news to our enemy (Samjaza), which is why we share...its not a fair game if you don’t know you’re in one. Right..basic betch?
The Mutant Cure (No More God Traits...No More Humans)
https://youtu.be/D7QBdxLPc0c - Part 1 of 3
Let me explain this one more time, not for you, but for the innocent people attached to you. (if you have friends or family, they better call you and have an intervention before they all end up under judgement)
Now that no one is stealing my energy, this means I can heal even with attacks being thrown at me. I. absorb. the. attacks. The most that happens to my body now is ...I get a little sleepy and I take a nap. Before I was feeling the effects because you were all being greedy energy vampires. However, Elias lent me energy through Reiki Healing, so I am not as weak, which is why the attacks you are sending are no longer working. If you saw the post where I stated “it won’t stop my death” I am talking about a death-like coma (i.e the phoenix spirit resurrects) and no you won’t be able to steal my energy anymore, because we know who you are (I was blind, but now I see). Now go through those energy withdrawals, like a champ and take your low (loss).
We Are Ahead of Schedule (Samjaza cannot predict prophecy) his/her plan is always to find The Melchizedek before they awaken to who they are and then take their energy...Samjaza did not expect God to send two of his smartest players (they are smarter than the previous Melchizedek that came before them and advance faster in their gifts).
Samjazas’Plan Examples:
Part 2 of 3 https://youtu.be/yiizHdqhEag - Samjaza finds Jean Grey (The Melchizedek) who is manifesting but doesn’t understand who she is.
Part 3 of 3 https://youtu.be/oo52523RR3A - Samjaza convincing a Melchizedek they can take away the burden of their calling by convincing them to give up their energy or use them for evil. (fast forward to 1:09 for an example of someone stealing energy).
https://youtu.be/cx7lbPE7Hpk - Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams (For Elias)
The Result of Samjaza Getting a Melchizedek Woman Pregnant...an Abortion by any means necessary...Ask Eve. (Melchizedek Woman: I Don’t Know What Kind Of Money These Earth Hoes Are Receiving for Popping Out Abominations...But You Could Not Pay Me To Birth That)!
https://youtu.be/kuV-i3yK9gI - Jean Grey Dies
https://youtu.be/53-jDbNCfqg- Laena’s Death House of Dragon
https://youtu.be/cl5caGn4_po - Eve Under a love spell pregnant by Samjaza secretly plotting to abort his mission because the love spell is wearing off
https://youtu.be/n2lTpPptOWA - The Love Spell Samjaza put on Eve wearing off and Eve finding out Samjaza is not Adam
https://youtu.be/8nBFqZppIF0 - You should be sad - Halsey
As for the Earthside Magicians...Samjaza will use all of you and pimp you out for his/her own selfish gain...
https://youtu.be/HUHC9tYz8ik - Billie Eillish Bury a Melchizedek The Only One That Can Help You
You better learn to mind your own business and research who these bitter delusional people are paying you to send these attacks to before you send them. You don’t want to get caught up in a war and be surprised when your own bloodline starts dropping like flies out of nowhere.
MIND YOUR BUSINESS & STOP DOING MALICIOUS SPELLWORK. IF YOU DO NOT WANT ANYTHING TO RANDOMLY HAPPEN TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE...STOP RANDOMLY SENDING IT TO OTHER PEOPLE. WE KNOW.. WE KNOW..IT WORKED BEFORE AND YOU WERE AN EARTH MAGICIAN GANGSTER AND HAVE A TALLY BOARD. HOWEVER, TIMES ARE CHANGING. STOP. CASTING. SPELLS. YOU ARE OUT RANKED. THIS IS WHY...YOUR SPELLS ARE NOT WORKING. CEASE FIRE.
This is Your Final Warning. I am not going to keep posting the same old tarot messages predictions for you they have served their educational purposes...I am saving space on my blog to reveal all the things that you have done like crime.
smh (its almost like that unborn child has more brains than both of you combined at this point...I just can’t.)
Silas on Standby: The Banshee Spirit (Angel of Death) the other half of this spirit is Azrael (Angel of Care).
https://youtu.be/WkoutXztQ_c - Releasing the Banshee (Final Warning)
What happened was Azrael comes down from Heaven to keep a Melchizedek’s soul from leaving their body, if badly wounded. Silas, Azrael’s other half (her husband) collects souls; Silas was triggered by the soul of a spirit he recognized trying to Passover too soon “The Melchizedek Woman” who is like a little sister. So, while Azrael is busy keeping the soul intact, Silas has to come down and take out whatever is killing the soul. Silas is a warring spirit who outranks Arch Angel Michael and Samjaza (Satan). (Wish the Melchizedek’s a Happy Marriage, Honeymoon and Life and Move on or Silas will help you and yours move on).
Commercial Break:
True Story:
When you find out the house you woke up in, is a house with a prostitution gang who have all kinds of illegal guns on the table but you are in their kitchen making coffee minding your own business...and one of the jealous drug addict prostitutes gets suspicious and starts threatening to beat your a$$ as she accuse you of being an undercover cop for being too pretty of a homeless person. (But your fear tolerance is unusually high)
The Melchizedek Woman: ***Sips coffee*** “Whoa...chill out, you can stay head prostitute I am not trying to take your spot hoe.
***stands there awkwardly trying to figure out, if this betch is flirting with me as she tries to convince this gang I am a cop ..,smh.***
https://youtu.be/d-54NnZFEK8 - The Trap House
https://youtu.be/uBYy351FsUA - Elias’ Wife Riding the Bus
https://youtu.be/3wmm3LDTHi4 - Hood Princess lmao.
4/25/23
You Know God Has a Sense of Humor When He Uses the Sitcom Friends to Mock Elias and his Wife.
https://youtu.be/YXOUOOtfTBs - The I Hate Elias’ Wife Club!
https://youtu.be/LHmMTZR30E4 - Elias’ Wife Finds Out Shes in a Love Triangle
https://youtu.be/XBjNcLnj4AY - How Elias’ Wife Reacted When She Accidently Left Him a Happy Birthday Voicemail Before They Lost Contact...Unsend it God!
https://youtu.be/EbFjP0Ajti8 - Elias Wife Being Cared for by Random Men While Carrying His Eggs (Real Babies Around) as he stalks her through false tarot readings. Gabriel said this would make Elias mad but it’s true. lmao.
https://youtu.be/L81XWiDgmTk - Elias Marrying the Basic Betch Under a Black Magic Spell...his poor subconscious calling out for his real wife...getting beat up by the basic betch whenever he fux up and calls out for help from his real wife...lmao.
https://youtu.be/Bnju9eUUuxo - When you keep asking God if you should wait on Elias or prepare to act like a damsel in distress at the tram station... does he need more time, Lord?
https://youtu.be/AtEAowkhd1M - The Basic Betch still delusional after Elias Marrys his real wife
Meet the Basic Betches God Santa Muerte
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Muerte
Today I got a new roommate and I pretended to know nothing about the spiritual world or the occult. This prompted this roommate to educate my dumb naive a$$ about how she was once a dark witch ...who served a spirit deity called Santa Muerte...apparently if you promise this spirit something you better be able to pay up with whatever you promised the betch or you will start seeing her skeleton-like-figure in your household haunting you. When I asked the roommate how she was able to go from a dark witch to a light witch after serving this spirit...she said she has never met anyone who has been able to end a contract with this spirit and lived to tell it. She told me she was still attached (enslaved) to this spirit and showed me her tattoos of Santa Muerte that she got in order to please this spirit. She has also practiced love spells on several men and mixed her menstrual blood in honey inside jars and dipped the pictures of her victims in it (never put it in their food though...if you want to give her props). Did you know Santa Muerte is a spirit with an actual name known by The God of Spirits?...If Elias calls this spirit by its actual name, he will be able to help you (basic betch) and your power of three witchy fake flimsy rooting for your downfall a$$ friends get out of that contract). I was wondering why over the past few days I have been hearing someone summoning a “Death Angel” or “Goddess of Darkness” at first, I thought you people were insulting me but now I understand it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe you should chant harder and let Santa Muerte know that your sacrifice is staying in the same room as one of your soul sisters under a similar contract just like yours. Let’s make a bet, if I am murdered in my sleep your God is more powerful than The God of Spirits and Santa Muerte wins as the most powerful God...Get to chanting, ok? Oh, this roommate is also pregnant and her boyfriend just went to jail which is why she ended up in a shelter ...crybaby d*ck are you behind bars yet?
The Originals - https://youtu.be/79PGD-QMPJ4
Jesus Sends Demons into Pigs
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%208%3A28-34%2CMark%205%3A1-17&version=NASB
...just in case any of you stalkers were wondering what I did over the Eclipsed Moon. Yawn. Don’t Panic. I’m still breathing. I know you masonic hoes are happy for me.
BAIT WATCH...
(2 weeks ago... The Melchizedek Woman was trying to decide between spending the only money she had on an outfit for her date with Elias or renew the domain for the Phoenix Mosheh website... God told her to buy her date outfit. In her mind, this was a bad investment because “what if our enemies try to steal it (Boohoo tears) God: let them take the bait and don’t say anything).
The Plot to Take God’s LLC...Unfortunately, you have taken the bait. Phoenix Mosheh is not our LLC otherwise we would have copyrighted this legally before putting it out to the public. It is however being used to bait our enemies (thieves).
Why do you think Phoenix Mosheh has not made any money yet? ...because it is not time. We are very, very, strategic. So, if something seems too easy to steal, I would think twice about why it’s just sitting out there for anyone to steal. (However, you should not be stealing anyway).
The Phoenix Mosheh book currently out there, isn’t even the real book. Only the Melchizedek will sell this book under their real LLC and under their real copyright. The fake book had to be made visible to the public which is why the book distribution companies including amazon were being used. So, if it’s not copyrighted by the Melchizedek, there is a reason dumba$$. For any future wannabe thieves, think twice before you try to steal and pirate The Melchizedeks’ intellectual property. If you are stealing from The Melchizedek, you are stealing from God. Be bold and steal from God if you want to.
Once again...The Melchizedek are currently adolescents (children) which means they need people to practice on. You don’t want to be practiced on...unless you have a fetish for your life falling apart.
https://youtu.be/599nHA_Cclc - Steal it Idiots. (tarot from 2 weeks ago)
As of 4/18/2023
Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name created by both Elias and his wife in celebration of them becoming one.
(Elias never liked my business logos...What? Phoenix Mosheh wasn’t a good enough name for you Elias!)
Did you know if you buy from someone with a legal business name under the Phoenix Mosheh brand you can sue them for Fraud?
Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name which will be revealed in time. You may have noticed Phoenix Mosheh does not ask for money on any of its social media pages, besides the GoFund me page (a set up), which will be taken down. If our enemies would like to use the name Phoenix Mosheh or any of the intellectual property that we have already copyrighted, under our real business name...this is committing fraud and The Melchizedek will sue you privately. Why? because we already told you brain damaged bloodlines...you are not getting any f*cking money. So go ahead and pretend to be Phoenix Mosheh, if you want to. If you accidently buy a Phoenix Mosheh book because you somehow missed this message, you will know because the books will have key identifiers such as errors, unfinished book cover prints, and different storylines, books will also be under a publisher ISBN owned by the book publisher i.e lulu.com instead of listing The Melchizedek new business name as the actual publisher. If you don’t know what that means...every book out there right now is under lulu.com as the publisher. Once the new Phoenix Mosheh business name is released this name will be listed as publisher instead of lulu.com. (lulu publishing has been an awesome resource for self-publishing... so don’t hate on them). Anyway, again if you buy a book or any other Phoenix Mosheh merchandise and someone owns this company under their LLC etc etc. You should sue this company for fraud and misleading the public because they are not the real creators of any Phoenix Mosheh products.
Phoenix Mosheh was and is meant to supply free content to the public in order to help those who have been taken advantage of for generations with the wrong religious indoctrination no longer be taken advantage of
Please continue to enjoy the FREE Phoenix Moshe content as we transition over into the real thing.
Thank You. See You in Court Brain Dead Betches.
Did You Know in Heaven Elias and His Wife Get Promoted from Chief Detective and CIA Agent to Spiritual Hitman? Elias Surpasses Me.
https://youtu.be/32RAq6JzY-w - FAST X Trailer
Did you know one of the ways Samjaza (Satan) could tell that The New Melchizedek were coming is because people of all complexions, races and ethnic backgrounds began to come into agreement about certain things. Segregation is a sign of “No Melchizedek” in the world. Samjaza does not care about what color you are, where you are from, who you are etc., he would use and discard any one of you, if it meant he could win. Emphasis on the discard per basic betch and crybaby d*ck. smh. Where he at though?! lmao.
that bounce back is about to be fire …Yal Ready?
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When you keep trying to save mankind and they keep on trying to tame you…
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https://youtu.be/RVd_71ZdRd4 - Strangers by Halsey
When You Take Back Your Energy
When that basic betch thought you were lying when you said “you were taking back your energy”...find a different Beauty SnapChat filter betch...
https://youtube.com/shorts/-YLB33nCvzw?feature=share - Energy Snatch Clip
https://youtu.be/61kYiio6tTE - Man Snatch & Gifts Snatch I told you basic betch
When the light and dark-skinned people come into agreement and agree the basic betch is a walking hazard to society...no matter her skin color
https://youtu.be/Vyp4BQjW3zg - Menstrual blood spell work ick...be careful who you take food from.
https://youtu.be/ymPfRA10UXw - No seriously
https://youtu.be/hzOs8i1SJ2Q- take caution.
https://youtu.be/r_3REvl0Ldw - lol.
4/19/23
The Copiale Cipher Masonic Family Update
(Do I have to come on here and post in order for you all to feel validated (seen)?)
If I were you all, I would call off The Copiale Cipher you are thinking of doing on the Eclipsed Moon, it’s going to backfire. Also, if you are going to try and steal (cipher) my soul (energy) again, the least you can do is invite me to your Presbyterian Church. I am not familiar with that denomination, but I love sitting in church pews pretending like I give a sh*t just like you. Shouldn’t you be more focused on praying for your niece’s soul, instead of trying to take someone else’s? If you have a funeral for her ...you masonic hoes better invite me...don’t worry, I can keep a secret.
The Copiale Cipher (Pigpen Cipher)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigpen_cipher#:~:text=The%20pigpen%20cipher%20(alternatively%20referred,be%20assigned%20to%20the%20grid.
https://youtu.be/I_4rRM8CIwU - oh how the tables are turning...
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FYI Some Shelters allow you to cook your own meals (no menstrual blood was used in the making of these meals) Elias remember when I used to send you pictures of my dishes and you used to put little hearts next to them?<3 God told me to show up that basic betches menstrual blood spaghetti and tell you your real wife is a gourmet chef in the making...(High Carb Fiber Protein Diet)
Veggie Eggrolls & Mediterranean Grain (rice quinoa lentil mixed) w/Honey Glazed Peppers and Sweet Zesty Mandarin sauce made from Greek Yogurt.
Creamy Fetta Kale Macaroni Pasta
if you have PTSD from that basic betch... I’ll let you watch me cook or cook with me until you trust that I am not trying to poison you.
( I can’t believe I have to say this but basic betch don’t take screenshots of my dishes to catfish some other poor soul online into believing this was you ok...smh.)
https://youtu.be/TNB0rgz_9Tc - Perfect Timing - Tone Stith
https://youtu.be/6nr8hPnZfMU - Upgrade You - Beyonce
4/27/23
You all are a bunch of sore losers lol. By the way once you talk to whomever you need to talk to in order to get my IP Address. I will be using a different IP address. Also, something you should prepare for in the future... the connections you think you have with larger corporations that own all these little social media sites that like to block, censor and hide the truth will start allowing The Melchizedek to sell you out simply for the fact that they do not want to be sold out. They are going to start saying...every man for themselves cartel cult...no need for all of youtube to be shut down because you got caught... because you are slow (low IQ).
What would happen if the Melchizedek Woman started to use all of youtube to expose you all...are they going to shut down all of youtube for your hush money?...that would be suspicious as f*ck in the public’s eyes... be careful. k? And I will cover the people and or readers I use...so if their accounts do get shut down its in their best interest... you dollar store skeleton worshipers however, will be in the dark and no opponent should go to war fighting blind, it is never a smart move.
https://youtu.be/puRUhzyYaz8 - did you like the video where this reader stated you are so scared of being exposed that someone is trying to pay youtube to shut down her account. lmao. Did it get deleted yet? It had a lot of curse words in it...a lot of vulgarity, a lot of truth. I love truth.
And the truth is no matter what you will still be exposed...because I am being selfish, and I want to orgasm.
What is your IP address? (Yes, I am flirting with you don’t break my heart and tell me you’re not interested <3 it’s called sexting are you not turned on?)
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WHEHWHE *FLIPS*
I was not expecting thing- I am doin a confused happy stim
I ain't no celebrity I just a peep who doodles silly stuff with uh 30 follower I think?
But anywayyyyyyyy *cracks fingers*
To me @aimdoesart U, You sun of a betch I am in det to u bro, I don't think u realize just how much I appreciate u, it's because of u I've grown as a artist, improved and actually enjoy art because of u, not only that but every single time u see your art I get excited I love seeing your art and it's just eatable, ya might not post much here but Ik if u do yo gunna get the love and affection u deserve *slaps u with affection*
@lunar-o-ocean same for u bro i can't get enough of yo art it's- it's just so edible. Not only that but the traditional art??? Give me yo mother feqin hands bro /pos
Not to mention u bein one of the first people to have a interested I'm my unfortuned au and cuz of that I I've have the motivation to do more with it
*slaps u with affection*
Yo both a goofy goobers and yall need more love bro so just gunna slap y'all again with more affection
Have a Noon stim
@nicmares404 I'm coming for u bro *slaps u with affection* and eats all yo art
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I wanna try and start a new thing. You can’t see anyone’s followers counts, so I just have a few mutuals that I, based on nothing, assume are just famous. Let’s start a chain to just show people how cool we think they are.
My favourite celebrities are: @when-emma-falls-in-love13 @sugarfoodie @allegory-buried @sharpasanaro and @finleycannotdraw
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The biggest mood though really, they be so out of touch, soooo deep up the church’s ass hole and what they’re fed they’re like what?!? Like-like Christianity ever did anything wrong to deserve people being scared of it or its people?!?! Like… like we literally have the guy that said love above all so like how?… (as they also hate everyone tho lol so like see you in hell if you believe and end up right, I guesssss, betchs!)
#sure just brighten my day with a lil fun act against the church after me ranting about Russian banning LGBT rights movement and bringing#the world to the dark ages one smal ban at a time aidbhfjsd just be sweet and make me laugh about the rage I feel at the church thanks fr#don't @ me about the names i'm shit at choosing social media names#also that guy def looks like a george change my mind#also you know alex would be into the jason bourne movies#fuck it friday#like minds#alex forbes#eddie redmayne#like minds 2006#murderous intent#nigel colbie
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Rain - JJ Maybank
Request: hello💛may i request jj x reader, they are bestfriend’s and lately jj has been seeing reader in a completely different way and he doesn’t know why? like he‘d get mad at the boys interested in her and whenever rafe or topper tries to hit on reader it always ends in a fight? maybe he abruptly kisses her one day and then does he realise he’s inlove with her? FLUFF & A JEALOUS JJ PLS😭❤️
Request: could you do a jj fic with a rain kiss? i don’t really have a plot in mind but maybe one where they’re arguing in the rain or something💖
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JJ sat on his board, ignoring the growing waves and Pope telling him to hurry up and paddle the rest of the way out to surf. He was too far away to hear anything you were saying but he was close enough to see you, standing there with your board, talking to Topper at the edge of the water. He squinted against the sun, trying to get a better look at your face as stood there. Were you smiling or was he imagining that? Did you like Topper? You had never mentioned anything about the kook to any of them, unless you just hadn’t mentioned it to him.
Pope called JJ’s name again and he waved his other friend off, still trying to decipher what was going on with you and Topper on the beach. He would never admit it out loud but lately JJ had been feeling different about you. It wasn’t just some lust fueled, empty flirting. It was more than that. He couldn’t explain it and he’d definitely never felt like it before but he couldn’t sit there and watch you flirt with Topper. He paddled back toward the shoreline, getting off his board when he was close enough and walking to where you and Topper were talking.
“Hey.”
You looked surprised to see him when your eyes met his but you recovered pretty quickly, “hey, what’s up?” You asked.
“Thought you were coming out...it’s gonna storm soon.” JJ pointed out. You and Pope had been talking about going out to catch waves all week and there was finally a break in what felt like seven days straight of rain.
“Yeah, I will, I’m just...” you looked back at Topper, still standing there. He raised his eyebrows in question, “I’ll be right there I’m talking to Topper.”
“Yeah...about what?”
“What?” You asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“How about, none of your business?” Topper commented, glaring at him.
“How about you get the fuck off our side of the beach.” JJ said, stepping forward. You were quick to get between them, holding a hand out to JJ to stop him from coming any closer. Everything had been fine two minutes ago before he decided to come back to shore.
“I’ll be right out J,” you said, “just go.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Please.”
“She told you to leave.” Topper cut in.
“Seriously,” you rolled your eyes, “I got it.”
“I can’t believe you’re seriously choosing him over me.” JJ said.
You clenched your fists, trying not to lose your cool right here on the beach in front of Topper. This was the same bullshit that JJ had been pulling for weeks now. Interrupting any conversation that you tried to have with anyone that wasn’t him. He’d been antsy and unusually clingy just the other day when you were hanging outside the Chateau with John B. Now he was embarrassing you in front of Topper.
“Can you not do this right now?” You practically begged before turning back to Topper, “I’ll talk to you later?”
“Text me.” He replied, nodding. He glared at JJ one last time before heading off down the beach, away from both of you. If only you could have gone with him.
“What the hell is your problem JJ?” You laid your board down and started to gather the rest of your stuff. Shorts, sandals, shirt, all went in your bag.
“My problem? You’ve been bitching all week about going out to surf and we finally get a few good hours and you waste them standing around on the shore twirling your hair and flirting with Topper.”
“Fuck you! I’m allowed to talk, and yes flirt, with whoever the hell I want to.” You snapped.
“Topper though? Get some fucking standards.” He replied, dropping his board down beside yours and grabbing your bag before you could finish packing it.
“Give me that back!”
“No!” He held it away from you when you tried to reach for it, “I’m trying to talk to you and you’re standing here packing up so you can run away.”
“Run away? You’re so fucking dramatic JJ! I’m leaving because you’re being a dick and you ruined my entire afternoon.”
“Oh sorry you didn’t get to suck his-”
You slapped JJ, hands immediately covering your mouth, eyes wide as you stared at him. You knew about Luke and you’d always been carefully of the way you acted around JJ. You’d never so much as jokingly nudged him.
“Oh my god...J-”
JJ shook his head, holding his hand up. “I was out of line.” He replied. The moment he heard the words coming out of his mouth he knew he had taken his anger too far. He wasn’t surprised you’d slapped him, he wanted to hit himself too. He was being stupid and he knew but he didn’t know how to fix it.
“I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s okay.” He insisted.
“I wasn’t flirting with Topper.” You clarified, “I didn’t deserve the accusation but I wasn’t flirting.”
“You were just out here talking to him and I saw you and-”
“I can’t just not talk to people because you don’t want me to...I get the whole kook pogue thing but I’m allowed to talk to whoever I want, without some six degrees from you.” You replied. You hadn’t meant to slap him but you weren’t going to let him get away with his behavior because of that.
“It’s not a kook pogue thing.” He looked away for a moment as a drop of rain hit his cheek. You looked up as it started to rain again, the umpteenth time this week. As you turned your attention back to JJ you saw Pope coming in out of the corner of your eye. At least someone got to enjoy a few waves.
“Then what is it, because I’m so sick of this shit with you JJ. It’s every party, every beach trip.” You said. “I can’t talk to anyone without you right there. I don’t get it.”
“I just-” JJ let out a breath, frustrated with himself mostly. He was terrible with words as it was but he felt like he was incapable of just explaining to you what was the matter. Why couldn’t he just tell you that he liked you?
“What?” You asked, “you just what?”
“I just-” He tried again, the rain overhead getting worse as he pushed wet hair out of his eyes. Without warning he leaned forward, knowing he’d either be slapped again or you would reciprocate. He kissed you, hand laying at the back of your head but trying not to seem like he was holding you there.
Your eyes went wide and then quickly closed against the rain. JJ was kissing you, mouth on yours as if it was the most obvious reason of all and somehow you had never even considered that the reason he was so pissed was because he was jealous. You kissed back, grabbing at his waist to pull him closer, hands slippery on wet skin. He was jealous of Topper or John B or any nameless touron at a party and you couldn’t even fathom that because it was completely unbelievable. What did he even have to be jealous of?
“Guys!” Pope called, coming up the beach to where the two of you were standing. JJ pulled way, turning to look at his best friend.
“What?”
“I’m real happy for you but can we get going? Now isn’t the time!” He insisted, looking back to the darkening sky over the water.
“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, grabbing your bag from where JJ had dropped it on the sand and sliding it over your shoulders, “JJ was yelling at me over Topper.”
“I wasn’t yelling at you!”
“No, totally, of course. You were so calm and collected.”
“I would’ve been if you hadn’t been talking to Topper when we were supposed to be hanging out!” JJ replied, that slight crack in his voice back as he followed you and Pope up to the car.
“I’m joking J, god I kissed you didn’t I?”
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I fully believe that everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, should from now one on announce what they’re feeling. Not with the usual traditional sociably acceptable words like: sad or happy, no no no no from now on everyone should use a Pepa system. Oh you’re feeling sad? Nah bro you drizzling, angry? Nah man look at thunder, oh you’re happy, uh uh you a f*cling rainbow betch
(For legal purposes this I joke, I do not care how you express yourself, as long as no one is hurt (unless they deserve it) at in helps you)
Yes Yes Yes. I support this!
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