#mother inyanga

[umber-cinders]

Title:  𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Chapter 23: Family Tree

Chapter Summary: Inyanga flexes her newfound freedom and authority, and M'Baku gives her a little history lesson.

Warnings:  MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU

❥Chapter Index ❥

Juba managed to fuss the entire ten-minute ride into downtown Gorilla City. Most of it was endearing and indicative of her worry about the confrontation with Ngozi, but some of the scolding she did reminded Inya that Juba was undoubtedly a mother of three. Ngozi had gone back to her table looking more upset than Inya did. She imagined she’d feel bad about it later, but at the moment pettiness outweighed her sense of empathy.

“Are you sure you’re alright? I told you not to go by yourself. Ngozi is very opportunistic!”

“Yes Mother, I promise to never do it again.” Inya quipped.

Juba’s mouth dropped open, speechless until she caught the teasing smirk on the other omega’s face, then her eyes narrowed. “You know, if Alpha M’Baku said that he planned to come and get you later, he might not appreciate you just showing up to his office unannounced instead.”

“Yeah—well, I’m not an omega that always does as she’s told…” Inya hummed dubiously. “M’Baku was aware of that when he decided that he wanted to stick his dick in me for the rest of his stupid life.”

“Inya!” Juba admonished.

❥Read The Rest On Ao3 ❥

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#5

List of Amusing Beckett Facts We Learn in the Year of the Scarab Trilogy, which I read so you don't have to (really, it's Bad Art)

About mid-March, I finished the Year of the Scarab Trilogy and…honestly, it's second worst White Wolf book I've ever read. To save everyone the pain of drudging through it, I wanted to share screenshots, but typing those up inflicted psychic damage. So, instead, here's a list of cool Beckett fun facts. If you have a specific question about the Trilogy and its plot, characters etc, my ask box is open.

Beckett gets ensnarled in the novel's plot because he wants to interview Mother Inyanga about her personal history and the history of Kindred, as she knows it. She agrees to the interview if Beckett writes a book report on the Chicago hunter community.

Beckett handles his financials through a "small, private Swiss bank" in Geneva. It's called Witz-Kohn, which I think translates to "joke?" Anyway, Manfred Von Reis handles his account. The bank wires Beckett money on demand and auto-pays off his credit card bill every month. Cuthbert has a credit card!

Beckett flies American Airlines, first class preferred. I'm guessing Cesare's character was invented later. For reference, the novels take place February 2001 to March 2001. Don't worry: there IS a prophecy-written-on-the-subway-walls-esque joke of "hehe what if an iconic American tower blew up would that be fucked up or what"

Beckett has learned "some thaumaturgical rites." Unclear how many. He uses two rituals in the book. One's a tracking spell, which he uses to find a person who previously ingested his blood. The other enchants a murder victim's finger to point at whoever murdered them. That ritual sounds creepy, and the author intended the scene to be a ~creepy blood magic~ moment. But what happens is Beckett pinky promises to avenge this dead Gangrel, and braids his own hair into a necklace, so he can wear the pinky close to the skin. That's like Addams Family wholesome, bro.

Beckett thinks email is pretty neat. He frets that laptops are too big to meld into him when he transforms, so he hasn't purchased one yet.

Beckett (on accident!) finds Menele's haven, and our Gangrel boyo just. Turns right the fuck back around. He goes through all this effort to find who's emitting this massive, looming Presence over Chicago, only to decide he will Not Mess With That, No Thank You.

Beckett lectures not once but /twice/ on how Caine can't possibly be real. He gets miffed when someone inevitably interrupts him.

Becket clarifies he's not after the Heart of Osiris (the book's MacGuffin) for power, but for knowledge. His ultimate goal is to repatriate the Heart to the Egyptian supernatural community. Once it's clear the Heart's headed to Egypt anyway, he ends his pursuit.

Beckett starts the novel with No Fear and ends the novel with One Fear that Menele's influencing his actions. Like, he has a whole crisis over it, as a treat. Given what happens in the Diary, Beckett and Chicago really don't mix well.

Beckett has a cabin in upstate New York, not far from the Stillwater Reservoir. The cabin stands on an outcropping far from the nearest road and is only accessible via game trails. The nearest town is Big Moose. Towards the end of the story, Beckett spends upwards of a month there, recovering from a weird ghost stabbing. He's cranky about it.

Beckett gets his first mobile phone in March 2001. He asked Von Reis to shop around for satellite phones, buy what Von Reis thought best, and ship the phone to Beckett at his PO Box in Big Moose. I didn't realize that was a thing you could ask a bank to do for you(?). After carefully reading the instructional booklet front to back, Beckett made his first call to Nola.

I'm mildly dazzled by Beckett's Look™️ throughout the book. He wears a sheepskin jacket, which he changes to a leather one once it gets too ratty. Of course there's the little round, red sunglasses. His hair is long enough to braid, loop around his chest to the opposite shoulder, and dangle an enchanted pinky from. Nola gives him a silver charm bracelet, which he likes aesthetically. My brain shorted out.

In the novel's epilogue, Beckett searches for hidden tomes around the fjords of Norway. The books belong to an elder Kindred, and nobody knows exactly what they're about. Theories include (a) journals of the Kindred's contemporaries from the time of Carthage's fall; (b) a translation of the precursor to the Book of Nod; (c) Lapplander mating customs; or (d) musings on vitae's powers, a treatise that might bestow insight as to where Kindreds' abilities came from and what else Kindred might be capable of. Beckett thinks (d).

Thanks for reading! Onto Nights of Prophecy.

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#4

Hello???

HELLO????

"William Shakespeare loves waking up to the sight of Vincent's face" and "Leonardo fucks Comte to the point of exhaustion" is not what I thought I'd learn today, but here we are.

109 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#3

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#2

Jean's route: You have atoned enough. You deserve love and joy.

Arthur's route: Failure neither defines, nor determines the worth of, a life.

Will's route: Your productivity doesn't determine your value. We love you for you, not your art.

Charles's route, probably: Some people deserve to get murdered.

333 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

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[saintsandsinnersarg]

Patron Saint Spotlight #1: IBAJE, The Rotting One (they/she) (owned by Head Mod Saph, @cryptidkittii )

What are Patron Saints?

In Character, they're the most popular Saints of a given domain--a bit like gods, except they're more susceptible to collective belief and their positions fluctuate with their popularity.

Out of character, they're the mod's characters and avatars we use to give advice and hints as well as spur discussion and roleplay (last week Ibaje got into a rock eating contest with the newest Death Saint.)

We'll be doing a character spotlight for each of the four, starting with the Patron of Death, a character partially inspired by the tale of Nanabolele.

Please note that the backstory under the cut contains mentions of cannibalism and child abuse, as well as disturbing imagery at the bottom so proceed with caution.

Ibaje, known by the moniker of the Rotting One, is a large, bulky grey-black cat, with hints of purple and a red eye appearing after their death. Her other eye is clawed out, a huge twisted mushroom nested in the socket. Their most notable feature, however, is the gruesome cat pelt that nestles on her head--the remains of her mother.

Ibaje was raised as Coral by Matipeli, leader of the world's first Clan. Matipeli, for reasons Coral never knew, was a very hot and cold mother. Stretches of calm in their relationship were followed by outbursts of unreasonable rage, Matipeli injuring them, followed by dramatic apologies, and the cycle repeating. The village Inyanga [healer], Mossflower, was concerned by the mysterious scars on the kit's body, but Coral didn't dare open up with her mother always nearby.

Things went from bad to worse when in Coral's sixth moon, her mother had another kit, Siren. Matipeli favored Siren for her placidness, and never laid a claw on her.

Despite this, Coral and Siren grew close quickly, especially since Matipeli often left them alone and Coral had to take care of her.

Though Matipeli did not physically harm Coral's sister, they witnessed her manipulating Siren, and worried.

One day, mother and child got into an argument, culminating in Matipeli blinding Coral in one eye, and things were never the same.

Coral plotted and plotted, but knew they couldn't hurt Matipeli for their sister loved her dearly. At least, that was the plan, until Coral came back from a hunt one afternoon to a terrified torn-eared Siren, and a seemingly unapologetic Matipeli.

The tales vary on what happens next. Sometimes they have their fateful scrap right there. Oftentimes Coral waited till the dead of night and snuck off following her mother's tracks. Sometimes they stalk Matipeli and finish her off like prey. Sometimes Coral causes an avalanche, or bludgeons her to death, or holds her under the water, or tear her to bits while she still breathed.

All the tales agree, though, that Matipeli was murdered and cannibalized by her eldest while it was witnessed by her youngest.

Tales diverge once more--in some, she is forgiven, in others chased off, still others attacked. But nonetheless, Ibaje takes the pelt of her dead mother as a reminder, and roams. Some say she buries her mother's tooth and it becomes a great tree from which she surveys the world and hides from an angry ghost, looking for those in harm's way.

Ibaje died when defending a village from a vicious jackal Madimu. She tackled the beast and held it under the water till both of them breathed their last, and to this day her pelt sometimes drips with eerie grey water.

Ibaje, more than any other Saint other than perhaps Luceli, suffers from changes in depiction. Their various portrayals include being a cautionary tale (to kits or parents), a sympathetic tragedy, a condemnation, or simply as a little interesting snippet of gossip. As a result how they feel about herself and her family, as well as how aggressive they are, shifts from day to day.

The cats Ibaje favors are those who take vengeance, mistreated kittens, and those who take them in.

(Ibaje art by the lovely @polybius1201 go check out his shit!)

[hypnocutiegypsy]

Camp Nano Day 24 & 25

The Goddess

Almost there! I’m happy with what I have so far, only because I’m not going back over what I’ve written. Or else the perfectionist in me would writhe at the grammatical and tense errors.... But words are on paper, people! PROGRESS!

7/24 Progress: 608 words

7/25 Progress: 79 words

Total Progress: 9,045/10,000

It’s Semira’s pov, ya’ll. ;D

Excerpt: 

Semira let her shoulders roll seductively  with the beat as she passed a young man who danced nearby. As the dancing bodies increased, the air thickened. The eager breath of every young man and woman mingled.She spotted Hassan dancing beside another boy; the two of them surrounded by three girls, each fighting for attention. 

She laughed as he caught sight of her and whooped drunkenly after which he stooped to grab one of the girls and flung her over his shoulder. He spun to the music, this way and that; the girl giggling and kicking. Semira shook her head looking away from the juvenile scene. Inyanga suddenly appeared beside her. 

“I hope he drops her,” chuckled Inyanga.

“They’re both going to fall!” conceded Semira.

Inyanga took Semira by the hands and began dancing with her, hips swaying and shoulders gyrating to the beat of the drums. They danced until their breath came out in harsh gasps and was threaded by raucous laughter. Then the music changed, slowed; the singers began chanting. Languidly, almost lazily the dancers began to form a circle around the bonfire. Semira and her friends fell in step. The dancing became elongated, more fluid and gentle. Ever step was deliberate and echoed by the person behind them as they bobbed and weaved round the roaring flames.

The atmosphere changed as a new energy took over that filled Semira with a happiness that she couldn’t define. She felt whole, felt loved, like she belonged there stomping the soft soil of the forest floor with her classmates, forever. She knew it was a moment she would never forget. 

After the chant, and another bout of wild frolicking, the ale wore off and Semira grew weary. She bowed out of the dancing ring and sat on one of the abandoned benches.

She saw Inyanga dancing with a handsome, much older man than her. He smiled and pulled her close to whisper in her ear, then she laughed and pushed him away tipsily. His hungry eyes and grin followed her as she came towards Semira. 

She laughed as Inyanga plopped down beside her, nearly hysterical with laughter. 

“What’s so funny? What did he say?” asked Semira catching the infectious glee her friend radiated.

“I can’t! I can’t say it!” Inyanga guffawed.

“Tell me!” Semira demanded. She was smiling so hard that her cheeks hurt.

She mimicked a deep voice. “He said, ‘come lie with me my cinnamon princess’!” Inyanga’s head lolled with laughter. 

“Oh, my goddess!” shrieked Semira.

“I swear that’s what he said!”

“That is...” Semira shook her head, her eyes watered as she quieted.

“Welcome to adulthood,” Inyanga said with a sigh, still grinning.

“I’ve a feeling you’re plenty welcome in adulthood,” Semira teased, biting her lip with a smile. 

Inyanga raised her brow in silent agreement. They fell into a comfortable quiet, the drums and laughter of the bonfire filling the gap of silence.

Inyanga looked over at Semira.

“How are you doing?” she asked in a suddenly somber tone.

Semira shrugged. She exhaled slowly and rocked forward, palms on the bench below her. Her smile faded.

“I’m... happy right now,” she paused, “But I’m frustrated too.”

Inyanga nodded knowingly her eyes trailing off towards the canopy. Semira continued.

“I don’t know. Even though I knew it was such a small chance, I put so much hope into that damned blessing. I don’t mind working for what I want. But I’ve worked so hard already, my whole life! I just wanted some acknowledgement of all the hours I spent working with the midwives, sitting with the new mothers. I was so close to it in that moment. So close to being recognized for what I’m capable of. And now it’s like... I have to start all over again...”

***

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[eorzean-tale]

[FFXIV FanFic] Eorzean Tales - Part 1

Disclaimer: I have about as much established lore to work with as everyone else, which is very little. Please don't take it the wrong way if your tribe/clan is different from mine, I'm sure there's differences between groups anyway and it's just a story, hope you enjoy it.

The second son of Moya Inyanga was angry, no, furious. His sharp claw-like nails were digging into the skin of his palms as he clenched them tightly, his body trembling with barely contained rage.

Moya'to straightened his back, showing his full height. Even as a youth still a few cycles away from reaching maturity he was larger than the other three miqo'te in the wooden hut that was their home. He towered over the older female, his mother, fighting to keep himself under control as she slurred another jibe in his general direction.

“Wish Menphina would have given me strong, healthy daughters. Instead she cursed me with you three useless boys.”

Her breath reeked of the milkroot she partook in since waking and her eyes weren’t fully focused as she looked around with contempt on her moon-white features. If the female noticed the rage building in her coal-skinned second son, she did a good job of not giving a damn about it.

Moya'to let out an involuntary snarl as he felt a sharp pain. The source, his elder brother’s claws - he had grabbed him by the back of the neck and was pulling him towards the door.

“Yes, Mother.” His brother said to her. “We’ll get out of your way.”

Moya'to was of a mind to struggle, and he could easily force the issue, but when he saw his older brother’s disapproval he felt a pang of guilt instead and let the smaller male guide him by the neck despite how embarrassing that was. Their younger sibling, barely more than a cub, quickly followed - no doubt not eager to be left alone with their mother given her current state.

Luckily for Moya'to there was no one around to see his shame. It was still too early for most of the other families that made up their small clan to be up just yet. True to their titles as Keepers of the Moon, they shunned the daylight, preferring to awaken under the pale light of the Moon that was also their Goddess Menphina. Moya'to squinted as his light-sensitive red eyes were bombarded by the sun - still up for a bell or longer judging by its position in the sky.

His brother let go of him and marched towards the nearby trees without as much as a glance to see if his brothers would follow. Moya'to rubbed the back of his neck, glanced at the grinning form of the youngest, then sighed and followed.

“Wait up ‘A, 'Li can’t keep up!”

The three males didn’t have names of their own, but were simply referred to as the First, Second, and Third son of Moya, making their official titles Moya'a, Moya'to and Moya'li. Everything they did reflected directly on her, even if their small clan would not allow them to hold jobs or titles of responsibility as males. When away from the ever watchful eyes of the tribes’ females they had long since started calling each other by the shortened version of their titles. They all knew all too well who’s sons they were, after all. They didn’t need to be reminded.

Moya'li, the youngest, stuck his tongue out through fanged canines and started running. “It’s you who can’t keep up!” As he sped past both his brothers they had no choice but to accept the challenge and race after him, but the youngster had a headstart plus a small frame that made zigzagging through the thick underbrush easier. It didn’t matter much who was faster though, the physical activity alone was enough to lift their spirits and make them forget about their worries.

The boys didn’t stop until their reached 'their’ pond - a small body of water about half a bell away from their tribe that they had discovered long ago. It had served as a refuge for when they needed to get away from the other miqo'te, and most importantly their angry mother, for a few hours. Being the only three adolescent males in a clan full of females who saw no real use for them wasn’t always easy. Especially the two eldest, too young to be considered adults but too old to be treated like kits, had it rough. Youngsters were cherished, even if they were male, and usually got away with things as long as they didn’t disrupt the status quo too much - something the naturally charming Moya'li was not above abusing for his own benefit - but being in between child and adult meant the eyes of the clan were on them at all times. Or at least it felt that way.

'To and 'Li dropped to the ground, struggling to catch their breath but seeming happier for it. The more serious eldest had been more conservative with his energy, ever the careful one, and simply stood nearby. He was frowning again, staring at his siblings without seeming to actually see them.

Moya'to sighed. “Look, 'A, I’m…”

“Shut it.” His brother interrupted as he approached. For a second Moya'to thought he might strike him and he tensed, but instead he sat down between his brothers and pulled them both into a hug. There they sat in silence, taking comfort in each other’s closeness, watching the dense woods as the sun slowly sank over the canopy.

Moya'to glanced at his two brothers, noticing not for the first time how alike they looked. Both were small for their age, with the same pale moon-white skin as their mother and thin tails. He was the odd one out with his charcoal skin, tall frame and bushy tail. To an outsider he might not even seem like their kin, despite sharing the same deep-red eyes and silver-white hair. A miqo'te would know that their scent was too similar not to be brothers though, even if the Second born was most likely sired by a different male. Not that it mattered, the concept of a father was him.

'Li broke the silence first: “So how much trouble is he in this time?”

Moya'to frowned slightly, knowing full well his brother meant him. He was about to retort, but the eldest beat him to it.

“The same amount as every other sun. It’s not like she noticed.” There was unveiled contempt in his voice, making the youngest two pauze. They weren’t used to it, 'A was the most disciplined of them and hadn’t shown their shared contempt for the weak-willed female that was their mother in recent memory, instead he was prone to arguing that they just had to live with it until they were old enough to leave.

The eldest noticed the discomfort in his sibling and squeezed them slightly in reassurance. “Don’t look at me like that - everyone knows she isn’t the best example of Keeper grace and wisdom.”

'Li laughed, loudly and without constraint as he was prone to do. “Fair enough! Not sure what I’m going to do when you two get taken. I’d have to be the voice of reason, can you imagine?”

The kit frowned as his brothers failed to laugh with him, instead his jibe seemed to have soured their already non-too-great mood. He rubbed his head against the eldest jaw and cheek - a placating and somewhat submissive gesture designed to ease any tension or offense he may have caused.

“You know we wouldn’t want to leave you alone, don’t you?” The eldest looked pained, guilty even. He knew full well that if the clan decided it was time they’d have no choice but to leave their youngest sibling behind. Such was their way.

“He even stopped growing to try and trick them into thinking he’s still a kit!” Moya'to joked, inwardly sighing in relieve as that drew chuckles from both his brothers. It didn’t take Moya'a long to get serious again though.

“Not you though, if you don’t learn to control yourself better they might even send you off before m… Why are you staring at me like that?”

The sun had set during their conversation, deepening the shadows of the nearby forest so much that most creatures wouldn’t be able to see anything at all but the Keeper boys had only noticed less strain on their eyes, so well adjusted were they do the night. It took the eldest but a moment to figure out what was wrong, as he saw it too - a slight rosy pink glow in his brothers’ pale manes of hair and also reflected on the youngest white features. Most any other creature would not have noticed it at all, but to them it stood out like a beacon in the dark. Uneasy now, the brothers jumped to a crouch, sniffing the air and looking around.

By chance, Moya'to glanced up and spotted the source of the strange light. He felt fear grip his heart and could do naught but slowly straighten and point up to alert his brothers. In the night’s sky was Menphina, the biggest of the two moons - shining brightly in her full form. But something was off. The second, smaller moon - the one his tribe referred to as Menphina’s daughter but was more commonly known as her loyal hound - had turned a deep, dark red. To the nocturnal miqo'te Keepers it looked like it bathed the entire forest in a sickening red-pink glow, even from that vast distance. The three brothers stood and watched, their minds racing. They didn’t know what it meant, couldn’t know. All they knew was that this was the start of something frightening and huge. The start of their Eorzean Tales.

[kuyakhanya]

7 August 2017 Fullmoon lunar eclipse

12 August 2017 Mercury in retrograde

21 August 2017 New moon Solar eclipse 

It became quite prevalent & clear to me that we are part of nature, we are nature and we move through and with nature therefore what happens in Nature happens to us, in simple terms. This clarity becomes more heightened when I am within nature as I feel her vibrations running within me. When I am in the ocean I feel the waves penetrating every particle of my neurons, when it rains I feel comfort, when I walk bare feet I feel grounded, when I am basking in the sun, I feel energized, charged up and rejuvenated  and by simply existing I feel not separate, but flowing and moving with and through nature. The wisdom and strength that trees carry from being so rooted and grounded for years. The whole creation & I are an intricate part of this sacred life and divine beauty, the oneness that binds all.  I am part of mama earth, gaia, pachamama, sweet mother, mother goddess and deity to infinity. 

The moon has always been a huge wonder and mystery since childhood. Inyanga she is called in zulu. The name was a catch to me because inyanga in zulu is a healer. I have fragmented flashes of how the moon made me feel as a child, the feeling grew as I started feeling more of a connection and realizing that the moon directly affects us in ways beyond our mere human overstanding but the feeling passes the overstanding. We have been part of the moon since creation. 

Our ancestors have always celebrated the moon, gathering and rejoicing in sound, drumming around the fire and howling, they felt the effects and power of moon and didn’t let the moon pass without celebrating her majesty. 

August is a very special month with regards to the moon phases. There’s the lunar eclipse, solar eclipse and Mercury in Retrograde. This affects us all, and if we acknowledge this in awareness we will feel the power, guidance, cosmic change and shift that is happening with clarity. 

So with that being said, August is the portal of LIBERATION of our HUMANITY, GROWTH AND SPIRIT! I transcribed some of the following insightful points from Kasa Lila, and mixed it with my own innerstanding as I am feeling this shift, immensely. Here we go:

-There are shocking changes, momentum, things leaving & coming with the potency of this lunar. 

-We are breaking free from patterns of past and unknown, bringing us to our souls potential. 

-There is a break through and breakdown between present and future. There is divine content that will come with restlessness and this is imperative for a break through. 

-It is time to reform, go for it and initiate new patterns

-There is a major revolution of self image and identities that will be transparent allowing us to step into a more liberated, more authentic self expression bearing a catalyst of change to evolve. (New found way of liberation).

-There is an opportunity for opening and expanding

-How do we bring in these new patterns? How do we bring in these new truths? philosophies? EXPLORATION, exploring this evolutionary gateway

-Liberating ourselves from patriarchal expectations as culture, race, gender is what gets in the way of our true essence and liberation.

-People acknowledging their truth and identity, back to our nature, breaking away from those who restrict us from being who we are naturally born to be

-Creating relationships that allow for a mutual harmony, recognition and respect. 

-Opportunity to come into ourselves, forming relationships that feel nurturing 

-Deeper purpose in union & philosophy, mutual truth and overstanding

-Pondering on; what is this individual vessel that I am in? How can I release my individual expression? Breaking free and healing self offer some answers to this.

-The path of healing begins with the wound, bridging what may have cause pain in the past

-Flowing with similar movements, true tribe, progressive humanitarian movements, spirit family. Problems, wounds, hurts, pain and suffering unites us as a tribe 

-Celebrating what makes us unique, special, different as BEING A GIFT FROM GOD and accepting that as our duty.

-Staying on the path that gives us ultimate fulfillment. Remember when we were children and how free we were in our actions and being, always creating something out of nothing, bring forth the same potency.

-Unplugging from distractions 

-Not worrying how people see us. Giving ourselves permission to be confident!

This is a trial and error journey of exploration of what it means being human, and we can celebrate what that means to us. This entire month, we are feeling the effects and sowing the seeds therefore all that is happening will require inner processing, allow the time. Create new patters, process and integrate these changes and allow for REFLECTION! 

August 2017

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P1/ STEP MOTHER😨😨😨 Hayingave imnandi impilo kusekhona uMah uyayazi lento okuthiwa yiHappy Family ilento esasiyiyo ke.. Umawami wayeyiphoyisa ubaba ezisebenzela emayin yegolide nala asasebenza khona namanje OK uMah waphathwa yikhanda nje akuphelanga no 5 hrs ekhale ngekhanga washona phambi kwethu ngaleso sikhathi ubhuti wami waye 12 Mina ngina 10 kuthi ubhuti wam omncane wayena4 ngaleso sikhathi kwanguSept inyanga eyi kwaphoqa ukuthi ubaba aqashe u Anti ozosisiza for ukuthi asinakekele ngoba phela nakhu siyafunda..sasihlala endlini yamama e Albaton egoli hhayi sahlalake lespsikhashana kwashaya uDecember ubaba wahamba nathi wasisa kubo kaMah ngoba ugogo wayesakhona ozala uMah coz kubo kababa kwakukhona usisi bakababa kuphela ayi sahlala nobhuti bami lapho ubhuti wam omdala wayeyofunda u6 Mina ngizofunda u4 than lo omncane kwakukhathi ezothi R hayi sahlala nogogo inhlalo yona yayiryt inkinga nje izingane zaziningi kubo kaMa ezazizalwa omamncane nomalume ngangokuthi sasingayidli thina inyama sasidla amasi kuphela or ubhontshi namazambane inyama sasiyithola if kuthenge izinyawo namakhanda ezinkukhu ngaleso sikhathi ubaba wayengave ekuthenga ukudla asishiyele nemali yokukhera yenyanga yonke but sasiyiphatha iviki kuthiwe isiphelile hhayi ubaba wafika ezosilanda for amaHolid kaDec ilapho ubhuti wam wayesemdala coz wayezofunda u8 wamitshela ubaba ngempilo ephilwa ekhaya kuboMah hhayi ubaba wagcina ngokuthi sizophindela egoli futhi coz usesitholele omunye umama hhayi asibanga nankinga ngisho nobhuti wam akabanga nankinga..hhayi saphindela endlini yaMah sahlala nalomama ongemama ngaleso sikhathi ngiyofunda u5 ubhuti wam omncane uyofunda ugrade 2 ubaba wayengave esithanda Inkosi yam wayesibeka phambili kuyoyonke into hhayi sahlala nolomama kanye nezingane zakhe ezimbili eyayifunda 4 enye ifunda noBoy wakithi ubaba wayezithatha njengezakhe lezingane kungenankinga loMama naye wayevele enze sengathi uyasithanda if kukhona ubaba

P2/ Kwakuthi if enza amalunch box kaboi wakithi kanye nogal wakhe wayewenza angafani uBoy wayemfakela ujamu kuphela eskwen kuthi ugal wakhe amfakele upolony noCheese nejuice le yetropica encane but uboi wayemufakela nje le ephuzwa endlini but wayazi kahle ukuthi uboi akawuthandi uJam hhayi nam nganginganaki coz ngisamcane phela ngihlezi ngomceba uboi ukuthi akadli ubaba amuthethethise hawu langa limbs angazi yin le eyathi angivule lezikhaftin zalezingane if ngithi hawu ugal bamenzele nje I lunch box eryt yim loya ngithatha esikhaGal ngisinika uboi kamama ayi sihambe siye eskolen shuthi bogal lo wadla washiya uma wakhe uma evula abone ukuthi edle lesi esino jam yeyi wangishaya umfazi ngalelo langa ngaxolisa nami...hayi yahamba nje iminyaka siphila lempilo yokukhishwa inyumbazana if kungekho ubaba coz noma sithi siyamtshela ubaba wayevele engayikholwa nje leyo ayi bhuti wam waqeda umatric nhlahla wahlala ngobakuthiwa ayikho imali yokuthi afunde ezibambel amapic job nyana nje angathen but uyayibona impilo ukuthi ayikho yinhle but wayezithulela avele athi kuzolunga cc if engifica ngikhala ngaleso sikhathi sengifunda eHigh school kanye nalogal wakhe omdala kwakuthi uma kungiDecember saselukwa emakhanda hhayi Mina ngacela isoft dread ingane yakhe yathi izokwenza amasingle hhayi nempela kuqale yona yeluke iqede Mina ngithengelwe iphakethe elilodwa esofr dreads hhayi ivele ingeneli athi esalon abangigude coz phela yisekho imali yehepis ngaleso sikhathi yayisabiza u25 rand ayi ngavele ngasikhihla isililo hhayi nalocc owayengeluka athi hhayi akunankinga ngizomthengela ihapis phela akisekho ryt omunye uselukile omunye usezoguda hhayi loMama avele adikile angishiye khona esalon ayi angiduduze locc athi ngoba ngiyamazi ubaba wakho ngizomtshlela Mina ngeke ahlulwe u25 rand nempela wangeluka ngabamuhle nam ngaleso sikhathi phela sizoya emakhaya hhayi ngabuya ubaba wangincoma shame ngabona vele ukt uyagcwala lo mama. Hhayi kwafika isikhathi sokuthi siyothenga izimpahla😨😨😨😨

P3/ Ubaba wahamba nomfowethu omdala nalo omncane wafika wabathengela izimpahla hhayi zazizinhle shame phela Mina kwathiwa sizohamba zodwa nathi singamaGalz ayi yaba buhlungu inhliziyo yam ngoba ngangimazi ukuthi loMama unonya vele hhayi kuvukwe ekuseni ubaba engekho vele eye emsebenzini athi loMama bengithe obochelela izihlahla izolo but awuzichelelanga esho eqamba amanga engakaze aze asho ngathi ngicela ubhuti wam angichelele wathi loMama ngisho kuwe ayi kulo ekhomba ubhuti wami ngaleso sikhathi sebegezile nezingane yakhe le endala ugal omncane ongakagezi ngathi ngisathatha ibhakede ngiyochelela shuthi wasala washintsha nje ugal omncane ngathi ngithi phapha nabaya beyiphuma ngegate yooo ngavele ngakhala yezwa😨 hhayi ubhuti wam _ wavele wafonela ubaba wamutshela ukuthi Mina sebengishiyile ubaba shuthi waliphosa kuye umama lo wavele wathi hhayi uzohamba nam kusasa hhayi ubaba wafona wathi angithule Mina ngizohamba kusasa eyi angikaze ngephuke inhliziyo njengaleliyalanga 😞hayyi babuya nezingane zakhe wena bathengile oplastiki bakwaJet bagcwele bayaqhuma hhayi zakhipha izingane zalinganisa kwanjeya ngaleso sikhathi yim ngedwa engingenazimpahla ubhuti wam wangibizela ekhishin wangiduduza wavele wathi eyi ngiyamkhumbula uMah lapho zavele zehla zalandelana izinyembezi Kim nakuye ubhuti wam hhayi kwasa ngakusasa nam phela kumele ngiyothengelwa ukusa kwabonwa yim ngacleaner endlini ngachelela futhi ngasayela negceke ngezela nje ukuthi kubabibikho okuthiwa angikwenzanga coz ngangiwashile vele ngayizolo I washing wam neka boi wakithi after lapho ngageza ke ngazihlalela ngilindele ukuthi sihambe hawu Muntu uyovula lutho washaya u10 wathi angimenzele itiye ngimthengele namaphilisi akazizwa kahle Joh ngavele ngabona ukuthi lomuntu alazimisele ukuthi sihambe hawu washaya u12 lutho umuntu kwathi ngopas kwakhathi egeza endlini saphuma NGO 13:30 ngaleso sikhathi ifrieday ubaba uyashesha ukushayisa sangena kwa Pep wathi ubonile nje kwaJet kugcwele hhayi nami ngasizulazula isitolo

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List of Amusing Beckett Facts We Learn in the Year of the Scarab Trilogy, which I read so you don't have to (really, it's Bad Art)

About mid-March, I finished the Year of the Scarab Trilogy and…honestly, it's second worst White Wolf book I've ever read. To save everyone the pain of drudging through it, I wanted to share screenshots, but typing those up inflicted psychic damage. So, instead, here's a list of cool Beckett fun facts. If you have a specific question about the Trilogy and its plot, characters etc, my ask box is open.

Beckett gets ensnarled in the novel's plot because he wants to interview Mother Inyanga about her personal history and the history of Kindred, as she knows it. She agrees to the interview if Beckett writes a book report on the Chicago hunter community.

Beckett handles his financials through a "small, private Swiss bank" in Geneva. It's called Witz-Kohn, which I think translates to "joke?" Anyway, Manfred Von Reis handles his account. The bank wires Beckett money on demand and auto-pays off his credit card bill every month. Cuthbert has a credit card!

Beckett flies American Airlines, first class preferred. I'm guessing Cesare's character was invented later. For reference, the novels take place February 2001 to March 2001. Don't worry: there IS a prophecy-written-on-the-subway-walls-esque joke of "hehe what if an iconic American tower blew up would that be fucked up or what"

Beckett has learned "some thaumaturgical rites." Unclear how many. He uses two rituals in the book. One's a tracking spell, which he uses to find a person who previously ingested his blood. The other enchants a murder victim's finger to point at whoever murdered them. That ritual sounds creepy, and the author intended the scene to be a ~creepy blood magic~ moment. But what happens is Beckett pinky promises to avenge this dead Gangrel, and braids his own hair into a necklace, so he can wear the pinky close to the skin. That's like Addams Family wholesome, bro.

Beckett thinks email is pretty neat. He frets that laptops are too big to meld into him when he transforms, so he hasn't purchased one yet.

Beckett (on accident!) finds Menele's haven, and our Gangrel boyo just. Turns right the fuck back around. He goes through all this effort to find who's emitting this massive, looming Presence over Chicago, only to decide he will Not Mess With That, No Thank You.

Beckett lectures not once but /twice/ on how Caine can't possibly be real. He gets miffed when someone inevitably interrupts him.

Becket clarifies he's not after the Heart of Osiris (the book's MacGuffin) for power, but for knowledge. His ultimate goal is to repatriate the Heart to the Egyptian supernatural community. Once it's clear the Heart's headed to Egypt anyway, he ends his pursuit.

Beckett starts the novel with No Fear and ends the novel with One Fear that Menele's influencing his actions. Like, he has a whole crisis over it, as a treat. Given what happens in the Diary, Beckett and Chicago really don't mix well.

Beckett has a cabin in upstate New York, not far from the Stillwater Reservoir. The cabin stands on an outcropping far from the nearest road and is only accessible via game trails. The nearest town is Big Moose. Towards the end of the story, Beckett spends upwards of a month there, recovering from a weird ghost stabbing. He's cranky about it.

Beckett gets his first mobile phone in March 2001. He asked Von Reis to shop around for satellite phones, buy what Von Reis thought best, and ship the phone to Beckett at his PO Box in Big Moose. I didn't realize that was a thing you could ask a bank to do for you(?). After carefully reading the instructional booklet front to back, Beckett made his first call to Nola.

I'm mildly dazzled by Beckett's Look™️ throughout the book. He wears a sheepskin jacket, which he changes to a leather one once it gets too ratty. Of course there's the little round, red sunglasses. His hair is long enough to braid, loop around his chest to the opposite shoulder, and dangle an enchanted pinky from. Nola gives him a silver charm bracelet, which he likes aesthetically. My brain shorted out.

In the novel's epilogue, Beckett searches for hidden tomes around the fjords of Norway. The books belong to an elder Kindred, and nobody knows exactly what they're about. Theories include (a) journals of the Kindred's contemporaries from the time of Carthage's fall; (b) a translation of the precursor to the Book of Nod; (c) Lapplander mating customs; or (d) musings on vitae's powers, a treatise that might bestow insight as to where Kindreds' abilities came from and what else Kindred might be capable of. Beckett thinks (d).

Thanks for reading! Onto Nights of Prophecy.

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Camp Nano Day 9

The Goddess

I’m a little frustrated because I can’t get my mood board to download to put it up here. Ugh. Anyway, I was having writers block yesterday, so with the fifteen minutes I had to write before I passed out, I did a short interview for Inyanga with these Questions.

Inyaga’s Interview

I’d most likely fall asleep on my feet because work never seems to be done.

If given a chance, I’d probably punch my mother in the face. You know, because she tried to sell my little sister to a brothel.

Lucky number is, well, four. Stability, even number. Yeah.

One pair of boots I bought myself after my Coming of Age Ceremony to travel to Royal City.

I command authority with Kiowa, my sister, because she’s headstrong. In my group of friends I’ve always been seen as the most mature. At least I think so.

I said I love you to Kiowa. No one else. But Semira knows I love her like a sister.

Never broken a heart that I know of. Perhaps a few balls. 

If a close friend confessed to me... it would be weird. Awkward. and I’d tell them to just deal with it. i don’t see myself ready to settle down and lead a family as customs dictate. But if they loved me, I feel like they’d know that...

No, no one has ever had my heart to break. Only person I could see hurting me like that is Kiowa. But she’d have to just loose her mind... no she wouldn’t do that.

I’ve only ever had sex once. Life in an orphanage affords a youth certain freedoms. We both received mutual satisfaction.  He was cute...

I do consider myself strong/powerful as a person. Because I refuse to stop trying to achieve my goals. Also, I once accidentally knocked out Hassan when he snuck up on me... so...

My sister possibly saw me in my underwear once. Perhaps other girls at the orphanage. Or boys. Who cares?

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LH_ I miss my mommy

P1.. Okay mina ngakhuliswa bazali bam bobabili i got everything I wanted usually i was called a spoilt bra by my relatives so wen i was doing grade 3 my mom was pregnant uthe uma ceda ukubeletha ....wacala wagula ngencondo since den my life became miserable she started to physical abuse me i would want to burn the house nje kunzima but my daddy was always there for her emthanda kunjalo .....

P2.. Wecubeka egula ngekhanda i was not coping memfunela usizo kepha kwala till one day afuna ukuzi hang duzwe kwam kepha wehluleka kwahamba iskth weba right lelo suku wasiphekela i dinner sithi ay use right yena ...kant ke ubesivalelisa i use to sleep with her den my daddy on other rum okay that night wavuka waphuza ama pills so she overdoes we ddnt know ukuth yin inkinga sino daddy we thought nje uzoba right I remember ngivuka ngiyeskolwen ngivuka duze kwam ungbhekile usethulile ephuma ubuqhopho ngempulo Kanye nomlomo

P3.. I tried to awake her but she ddnt answer abeqinile but ebhekile jus imagine that day I was going to write my exam geography ifelt traumatised i kept asking that why me lord......but den my daddy was always there for me he played i role ka daddy n mommy same time he was like my brother nje ubeyonke into kim i felt complete uma nginaye ngizama ukundlulisa ukuth angsanaye umama .....

P4.. When I was doing grade 11 my daddy started to have pains ezinyawen we thought into nje ezophola ai inyawo lisolo liyakhuphuka liyabola jus imagine uyaphila kodwa uyabola it broked my heart i ddnt wana see him jus every time ngimbona bengiba broken family members ke ddnt care about him so kwaba inyanga nje agula alale ehleli 💔 i kept asking god ukuth why me why all this .......so one day he decided ukuth uyolisika lenyawo kodwa lelo langa akaphindang wabuya ekhaya i remember ekhala ubusuku bonke esbhedlela engasizwa kwaba ukuthula kwakhe .........since den i bcm n orphan i really wished ukuth atleast ngibone ngenza u matric but loko akwenzekanga this thing ddnt affect me but there more i grow konke loku kuyavuka enhlizwen yam angikhoni ukudlulisa today wonke umntwana esontweni ethi happy mothers komawabo kwababuhlungu enhlizwen yam i would ask God ukuth why me ...why mele ngizwe ubuhlungu abokanje kubuhlungu ukuba i ntandane bomnax sometimes uthi ukhuluma ngemizwa yakho kepha abantu bebone sengath ufuna i attention ave kubuhlungu enhlizwen yam The end