#munus

[rausule]

Ad augusta per augusta

ad honorem, loc. adv. Kantoor, akademiese titel toegeken as 'n eervolle erkenning. ~ ere.

ad honorem, loc. adv. Munus, titulus academicus collatus est cognitio honorifica. honorarium ~.

Dr De Beer

[saintivcry]

it  had  been  a  couple  of  days  since  their  intruders  had  arrived,  kauri  was  used  to  keeping  them  locked  up,  used  to  depriving  them  of  sunlight  as  a  temporary  punishment  before  they  were  tried  for  their  crimes.  he  believed in  a  fair  trial  for  anybody  who  crossed  into  their  lands,  some  were  not  warned,  after  all,  some  didn’t  intend  to  trespass,  some  even  lived  to  tell  the  tale.  these  intruders  were  different,  however,  and  he  couldn’t  help  but  enter  their  court  with  a  heavy  heart.  the  man  slipped  the  skulled  headdress  from  his  head  and  lowered  it  to  the  table.  he  turned  to  look  the  pepretrators  in  the  eye,  they  were  just  kids.

there  was  one  of  them  in  particular,  she  was  quick  to  defend  and  quick  to  ensure  the  safety  of  her  friends.  his  people  were  not  pleased,  but  maybe  they  would  be  as  useful  as  riley  had  proclaimed.  if  not,  they  could  always  pick  up  where  they  left  off.  he  decided  to  invite  the  strong  headed  one  to  his  home,  curious  to  know  more,  curious  to  see  if  she  was  actually  willing  to  live  up  to  her  promises.  “  take  a  seat,  ”  he  instructed  when  she  made  her  way  inside.

[6162sstuff]

Munu comics ^^

[saintivcryarchive]

kauri  was  not  exactly  accustomed  to  the  very  blatant  divide  to  this  island,  he  had  hoped  to  settle  in  figure  eight  in  hopes  of  escaping  the  drama  of  the  city,  but  he’d  misjudged  this  place  by  a  mile.  business  had  led  him  to  a  quick  lunch  in  the  country  club,  something  he  came  to  regret  when  he  heard  his  counterpart  talking  down  to  their  server.  “  I’d  just  rather  not  do  business  with  an  asshole,  ”  kauri  admitted  when  the  other  questioned  why  there  was  a  sudden  change  in  his  behaviour,  “  go  on,  fuck  off.  ”  he  knew  that  there  was  a  hierarchy  here,  but  he  figured  he  wasn’t  the  one  who’d  sought  out  this  interaction,  and  he  wasn’t  going  to  miss  whatever  the  other  was  going  to  offer.  he  leaned  back  when  the  man  left  in  a  huff,  wiping  a  hand  down  his  face  and  shaking  his  head,  gaze  flickering  to  the  server,  “  sorry  about  that,  ”  he  offered  up  money  for  their  service  and  gave  a  hefty  tip  for  the  inconvenience,  before  pushing  himself  up  and  heading  to  the  bar  instead.

[cristianesimocattolico]

Validità del Pontificato di Francesco, alla luce di Lc 22, 31-32

La tentazione di dire: “Questo non è Papa” è forte, e si fonda un su certo ragionamento (vedremo come esso sia fallace): il Romano pontefice (= tutti i romani pontefici) è un soggetto sempre infallibile, Tizio non è infallibile (in quanto autore di evidentissimi errori), Tizio non è un romano pontefice. Se lo fosse – si aggiunge al ragionamento – verrebbero meno le promesse di Gesù, e…

[kynvillingur]

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[poly-accessories]

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[km-ultra]

Space Alien Conspiracy Theory Rap (with a diverse mix of soulful vocals, conscious lyricism, smooth rhythms & funky syncopation) 

[cooperatoresveritatisinfo]

Leone XIII identificava nel 1897 gli errori sulla dottrina dello Spirito Santo Divinum Illud Munus

Questa enciclica, di cui TUTTI i carismatici ne ignorano l’esistenza, guarda “il caso” insegna proprio la dottrina sulla Santissima Trinità e l’azione che è propria allo Spirito Santo. Leone XIII che ben conosceva l’avanzarsi di nuove forme eretiche su questo prezioso dogma, chiarisce la posizione del Vangelo e della Chiesa, affermando anche perché Essa non abbia mai dato luogo ad una “Festa…

[saintivcry]

he  rather  enjoyed  the  freedom  of  his  life,  his  attempts  at  relationships  had  never  been  fruitful,  and  while  sometimes  he  may  have  craved  someone  to  share  his  travels,  his  explorations,  and  his  lazy  days  with,  kauri  was  only  reminded  of  just  how  nonsensical  relationships  were  when  he  came  into  town  to  see  his  committed  and  monagamous  friends.  kauri  never  disapproved  to  their  faces,  of  course,  but  he  had  to  admit,  dinner  with  a  friend  and  their  partner  that  evening  had  left  him  feeling  exhausted,  he  could  only  imagine  how  the  two  of  them  must  have  felt.

he  made  his  way  over  to  the  bar  and  took  a  seat  on  the  first  empty  stool,  “  I’ll  take  a  mojito,  thanks,  and  --  ”  kauri  glanced  around  him,  eyes  settling  on  the  nearest  person,  and  for  no  reason  at  all,  and  perfectly  within  character,  he  added,  “  and  whatever  they’re  having,  thank  you.  ”  he  slid  his  card  across  the  bar  and  breathed  out  a  gentle  sigh,  intending  for  the  rest  of  his  evening  to  not  be  so  strenuous.  

[saintivcryarchive]

“  I  feel  very  passionately  about  gay  weddings,  not  just  because  I,  too,  am  a  raging  homosexual,  but  because  nobody  throws  a  party  like  the  gays.  tell  me  one  thing  that  isn’t  tasteful  in  this  entire  place,  I’ll  wait.  ”  he  pointed  at  the  table,  “  hors  d'oeuvres,  man,  ”  he  plucked  a  nibble  from  the  table  and  hummed,  “  plus  you  know,  pretty  people  deserve  to  be  together.  ”

[bergoglionate]

Perché non esiste il "codice Ratzinger"

Perché non esiste il “codice Ratzinger”

Concludiamo la nostra trattazione sulla presunta invalidà delle rinuncia al papato di Benedetto XVI sottoponendo all’attenzione dei nostri lettori un’ottima confutazione del cosiddetto “codice Ratzinger” scritta da don Silvio Barbagliae pubblicata da Aldo Maria Valli nel suo blog. (more…)

[cristianesimocattolico]

Francesco è Papa? Dubbi e contraddizioni del (neo)sedevacantismo

Mentre si avvicina l’undicesimo anniversario del pontificato di Francesco, da molte parti vengono poste una serie di inquietanti domande: il regnante Pontefice è ortodosso o è scivolato nell’eresia? E in quest’ultimo caso è ancora Papa? E se non ha perso il pontificato a causa di eresia, potrebbe averlo perso per qualche vizio canonico relativo alla sua elezione o alle dimissioni di Benedetto…

[feirceangel]

Asks are open you say? Well how about a dynamic flip? Feyd is the proud warrior but is unexpectedly bartered away in a deal his brother makes to humiliate him. Surprised and furious he fully intends to conquer his new "brides" family and kingdom only for them to recognize his strength and be met with the satisfying challenge of warrior/ farming planet.

So, I kinda went in a different direction with this, but I hope you still enjoy it, Anon!!

Imagine | A Match (Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen)

Imagine Feyd is given in marriage to a wealthy House in order to gain an alliance. His new bride is not what he expected.

Word Count: 1,737

Warnings: arranged marriage, attempted choking/stabbing, non-sexual nudity (reader), Powerful! Reader.

"What?" Feyd's voice is barely concealing his rage as he stares down his uncle and smug brother.

"It was necessary, my darling," the Baron's voice is rough, his tone placating. "We need this alliance more than you know."

Feyd finds his teeth clenching, hands forming fists at his sides. "Why not Rabban?"

"You know why," the Baron glares. "They would not accept Rabban as a suitable match. You are to go and wed their daughter. And in return they give us whatever we ask."

Feyd growls, "I outta slit your throat, uncle."

The Baron laughs, "This is for your benefit as much as it is mine, dear nephew. Now go."

Feyd storms out of the room, a hurricane of rage sweeping through the halls. He has never felt an anger this severe in quite some time. He should have known something like this would happen eventually. And, knowing his uncle, there is another scheme at play.

Always plans within plans within plans.

It's not the worst situation, he muses later when he has calmed and steadied his mind.

House Wallach would be a formidable ally, an asset that shouldn't be taken lightly. With control over three planets and being the largest horticultural power in the Landsraad, they are powerful indeed.

The leaders of House Wallach has birthed only a daughter, which leaves them without a male heir. All manner of eligible men have tried their hand at a marriage to their daughter. None has been successful.

Until now, apparently.

A feral grin spreads across Feyd's face as he thinks of the possibilities.

He will have no issue wedding the daughter and taking control of House Wallach when the time is right.

And, perhaps if he plays his cards right, take control of House Harkonnen as well.

He cares not who he has to marry, even if he'll be mad about it for awhile. After all, he can dispose of her eventually.

~~~

Feyd arrives with much fanfare, as befitting the na-Baron of House Harkonnen.

Bright sunshine surrounds those gathered to greet him, people who are swamped in bright greens, yellows, and browns. All around the envoy are orchards of all kinds of fruit trees. A vibrant sea of green.

So much more colour than Feyd is used to.

His expression remains neutral as he greats the Lord and Lady of the House. They appear cautious of him, perhaps overly so. It seems they know House Harkonnen’s reputation.

"It is an honour to be here," he says, bowing slightly. The lie slides easily off his tongue.

"We are pleased to have you in our home, na-Baron." The Lord says, returning the bow. "Our daughter is so pleased that you accepted the match."

Feyd's lips quirk up. Surely he's lying, no noble lady would hold any desire for a creature like him.

"As I said, it's an honour."

His gaze sweeps around, searching for his wife-to-be. All he finds is diplomats and soldiers.

"Where is Lady Wallach?" He asks, unimpressed at her absence.

"Forgive us, your arrival coincided with an event she could not miss," the Lord replies. "She is attending a Munus Ceremony."

This catches Feyd's attention, "A fight?"

"Yes, if you come this way, we may still witness part of it."

Feyd follows Lord Wallach, silently fuming.

His betrothed is watching other men fight to the death instead of welcoming him? His outrage is unparalleled, yet he remains collected.

They lead him up to the viewing tower of an outdoor coliseum, with vines growing on every available surface.

The viewing box is empty.

"There my lord."

Feyd's attention is brought down to a figure in the ring who brandishes a dagger with a graceful air.

"Our daughter,” Lord Wallach smiles, the action appearing forced.

He hadn't expected this.

Feyd was picturing a regal noble lady, demure and pitiful. He had not once pictured this creature before him, fluid in her movements as she battles her opponent.

She blocks attacks with ease and avoids ones that would cause serious damage all while attacking just as fiercely. Her opponent is skilled, to be sure, but is no match for the ruthlessness of her attacks.

He falls to the ground, unmoving. Feyd’s bride-to-be lifts her arms in victory, grinning as blood drips down her blade.

“We honour!” She shouts, and the crowd responds with deafening cheers.

“We know she is not exactly… How can I put it? Traditional, let’s say.” Her mother frets, “But she will be a good wife, na-Baron.”

He barely hears her, eyes transfixed on the beauty in the arena as she battles another opponent. Yes, this is an interesting turn of events indeed.

“Of course she will,” Feyd replies. “I must meet her.”

He watches as she disappears into the building, no doubt going to change and bathe after her match.

“Certainly. She’ll be out to give you a tour in no time. Meanwhile, a guard can show you to your room.”

Displeased, Feyd nods and obediently follows the man to his room. As soon as he’s alone, Feyd opens the door and stalks out with determination.

He cannot wait.

There is surprisingly little security surrounding your change room, Feyd notes as he quietly opens the door.

Your piercing gaze meets him immediately. Instead of being frightened, like he had anticipated, you smile warmly.

“Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, I was not expecting you here. I’m afraid you have caught me unprepared to greet you properly,” you say calmly as you continue to unbutton your fighting tunic.

He doesn’t know what to make of your reaction. You’re not put off by his presence at all.

“I couldn’t wait,” he replies honestly.

You hum, “Excited to see me, na-Baron?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

The sound of your laughter is unexpected, “Of course not. I doubt I was what you were anticipating.”

His gaze lingers as you remove your clothes and retrieve a washcloth and bucket.

“Don’t you have servants?” He finds himself asking, motioning to the washcloth.

“I prefer to do it myself.”

He frowns, “You don’t seem very noble.”

“I assure you, Wallach blood flows deep in my veins,” your voice has taken an edge.

It seems he’s struck a nerve.

“I meant no insult, my lady,” his grin says otherwise, his voice rough and teasing. “It just appears you have odd taste. Fighting and doing the work servants should be doing.”

You return his even gaze, “I am not some snivelling noble who cannot take care of herself. Feyd, it seems you do not remember me.”

Your last statement has him pausing.

“What did you say?”

Lathering suds onto your bloodied skin, you barely spare him a glance.

“I said you don’t remember me. We met once, you know.”

He does not remember such a thing.

“Don’t toy with me,” he snarls. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you roll your eyes. “Feydie, I can’t say I’m not hurt you don’t recall.”

Your bastardization of his name brings a memory to the front of his mind.

A young girl bearing the Wallach crest getting angry with him over something and punching him clear across the face. He naturally returned the blow and they broke out into a fight right then and there.

He’s shocked he forgot it.

You watch as recognition filters through his eyes. Smiling, you rinse the suds off your body.

“Now you remember. To be honest, I don’t know why I was so angry with you.”

“You’ve always been a fighter,” he acknowledges with an inclination of his head.

“And I knew you could not be satisfied with a weak wife.”

He’s coming to realize this match may not have been a scheme of just his uncle.

“You wanted this match,” he phrases it as a statement as if he already knows the answer.

You smirk, “Does it not please you?”

“What makes you think I would want you as a wife?” He sneers, crossing his arms.

“I know you planned on controlling me, or killing me - whichever suited your needs best. You want power, Feyd. I can give you that and so much more. Is it too much to ask for you in return?”

He cannot find words, mulling over your proposal as his eyes study your every move.

You’ve certainly grown from that little girl who could barely throw a proper punch yet had the rage to carry through a fight.

Feyd observes as you dry yourself off. He leans over before you can, and grabs your fresh shirt from the table.

“Allow me, my lady.”

Surprised, you nod and present your back to him. A foolish mistake, to turn your back on a potential threat. He contemplates disposing of you right now, but finds himself frowning at the idea.

You’re so much more interesting than he first imagined.

Despite himself, he wants to know you better, to find out when you had your first gladiatorial fight or when you realized you could be so much more than wedding fodder for your parents to make a match with.

“So many suitors have tried to win your hand,” Feyd rasps as he guides your arms through the sleeves of your shirt. “Yet you denied them all.”

“None were you, my lord.”

“Why chose me?” He leans into you, pressing his chest to your back as he slowly starts buttoning your shirt.

You lean back into him, “You are a fighter, a warrior. You can wield blades and talk politics. And I know you can treat me right.”

“Why would I treat you any different than a common whore?” He suddenly presses his arm against your throat, cutting off your oxygen.

He looks at your expression, surprised to find a wide grin. A flash of pain goes through his side. Your eyes flicker downwards and Feyd looks down to find the tip of a blade piercing his skin.

He releases his hold.

“You will treat me differently, Feyd. And do you know why?”

You turn to face him, placing your hand on his bleeding wound.

“Because I will make you.”

Feyd cannot stop the smile forming on his plush lips as you bring your hand to his cheek.

He doesn’t say anything as you continue place a kiss to his lips before shoving him away.

“We must ready ourselves for the dinner tonight, there is much to discuss about the wedding.”

“Of course, my lady.”

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