#nashuri children

[ssilcatt]

unhinged behaviour

[shmaltato]

"Throne Room Shenanigans"

#NashuriFamily Day 2: Parenthood

@nashurifamilyweekend

What happens when both parents each bring a child to their first council meeting? Poor Namor's not ready for this, his poor headdress too...

At least Shuri's having more luck than him. The twins sure are a handful

[chaoticcatbunny]

Sims 4 gameplay

Just one of the families in one of my multiple saves.

Almehan family household

Sammy Almehan- Sammy is 25 years old and married to Namora. Sammy met Namora at a pride event when the two were 16. They married two years later at 18 then had their oldest child, Colel, four months later. They then had their son, K’iin, when Colel was five. Sammy is non-binary and pansexual. They had one tattoo on their back when they met Namora but agreed to hold off on getting more until they and Namora were married.

Namora Almehan- Namora is 25 years old and is the wife of Sammy. She is the youngest child of her family with two older brothers, Ch’ah and Attuma. Namora’s scars come from multiple battles over the years. She has a 7 year old daughter named Colel and a 2 year old son named K’iin. Ch’ah and Attuma never had a problem with her being pansexual since all they wanted for her was a partner who would love her and treat her right and that was Sammy. Namora didn’t get her tattoos until she married Sammy since it is Mayan tradition to not get tattoos until one is married.

Colel Almehan- The oldest child of Sammy and Namora. She’s 7 years old and was born the same year her parents were married. She favors Namora in looks but has the same poor eyesight of Sammy. She was also born hard of hearing and as such has been wearing hearing aids since she was a baby. She loves her baby brother and Aunties and uncles and her cousins.

K’iin Almehan- The youngest child of Sammy and Namora. He’s 2 years old and was born 5 years after his parents married. He favors Sammy in ways of looks but has the fiery spirit of Namora. He loves dancing, playing on his wabbit tablet, his aunties, uncles and cousins. He was born with good hearing and so far doesn’t seem to have any vision problems.

Ch’ah Almehan- Ch’ah is 34 years old and the oldest of the Almehan siblings. Her married Shuri Udaku 4 years ago. The scars on his body are from multiple battles over the years similarly to his siblings but the scars on his face are from a battle against Shuri. He currently has no children but wishes to have them. He had no tattoos prior to his marriage to Shuri.

Shuri Udaku- Shuri is 30 years old and the youngest Udaku sibling. She has an older brother, T’challa who is married to Nakia and has a nephew named Toussaint. Shuri had her tattoos prior to her marriage with Ch’ah but agreed to not get anymore until after their wedding. The scar on her stomach is her only one and is from the battle against Ch’ah. She has no children currently but like her husband she wants to eventually have some. Shuri kept her last name upon marrying Ch’ah because she wished to keep some form of attachment to her parents that passed away.

I’ll post the other family here eventually. They are comprised of Attuma, Okoye, their son Itzamna, T’challa, Nakia and Toussiant (aka T’challa Jr.). I don’t plan to do any full on story telling with my sims just yet but just wanted to share this game play’s background.

[reylo]

Why you should watch War of The Rohirrim - SPOILERS!

Fellow reylo, haladriel, nashuri, darklina, etl and villain x heroine shippers, everyone is sleeping on the new etl ship that dropped 😭

If you're looking for a new ship to add to you armada, here's why you should watch Lord of the Rings: War of The Rohirrim! Spoilers ahead!

Childhood friends turned enemies

They are proper enemies, not rivals. 100% enemies! They fight. They go to war with one another! Her Father kills his and in turn he slays her brothers and ensures her fathers death. He tries to make the fortress she and her people are hiding in 'her tomb'.

"I can't show weakness. Not to her."

He proposes to her TWICE!

"Would it be so bad? [Marrying him] We were inseparable once."

"From the moment I first saw you, I knew you would be my doom."

They each have a scar that the other gave to them! Héra scars his face accidentally as a child. Wulf scars her ae on purpose as an adult, right after the line 'was I so easily forgotten' because HE DIDN'T WANT HER TO EVER FORGET HIM! Just as he's tormented by her memory every time he sees the scar on his face, she'll suffer the same.

"Did I disgust you so much? Was I so easily forgotten?" - Wulf

"I never forgot you. I tried to find you." - Héra

For their final battle, Héra wears a wedding dress to psychological mess with him. He wanted a bride, so she gave him a bride who comes promising death. When Wulf's General tells him 'that is bait, that is literally Wulf with neon flashing signs. Do not take the bait!!' Wulf takes the bait. Héra knows how to goad him.

The villain is in love and definitely obsessed with the heroine

Definitely a darker etl ship. Wulf ain't no Mr Darcy, that's for sure

Héra admits to caring for him and struggles to kill him.

Despite this care, she dosen't want to marry him (or anyone) as she firmly believes they should have a choice in such matters + the movie points out the draw backs of marriage for her (need to leave her home and her family, children taught traditions not her own) + she craves freedom and ends up becoming a sheildmaiden.

She does agree to marry him the second time to save her people, but after she said 'if I marry you', Wulf takes offence. He really wanted her to want to marry him.

As children they bonded over not having a mother in their lives. Found that out in an interview.

Sadly, this does end in tragedy as Héra is forced to kill Wulf. HOWEVER! That is why we have fanfic!! That being said I do have a theory that Wulf wanted Héra to kill him and pretty much reenacted their childhood fight from the day she scarred him, forcing her to kill by giving her no other choice.

In conclusion... please watch this. It's really good. The movie was awesome. And I do think you'll enjoy the wuléra (Wulf x Héra) dynamic.

[laninasinamor]

this post is an analysis of a passage in Tenoch's book . it's a lil long. contains sensitive topics. tw: racism, colorism, SA. you have been warned but if you wish to continue, feel free 😊

A PASSAGE FROM TENOCH HUERTA’S “ORGULLO PRIETO” - “BROWN PRIDE” ✊🏾🤎

Translated:

On the other hand, racist acts are not exclusive to white people or the dominant group. We brown people have assimilated the problem and have become victims and perpetrators at the same time.

In fact, when the members of Poder Prieto - a movement that seeks to raise awareness about the influence of racist practices in people's lives - have spoken about the subject, we discovered that many racist attacks that we have suffered throughout our lives they have arisen from our families, from ourselves or from other people also with brown skin.

These are daily micro-discriminations that, when accumulated, affect our moods and the way we live together and understand the world and our society, but also strengthen the monster that we seek to bring down.

Since we were children, our grandparents told us that the goal is to "mejorar la raza"*, our parents reminded us that "they treat you how they see you", our sisters confessed to us "how ugly, your girlfriend looks like a servant", or we blamed her for "look out for the güero* or the güera* from the neighborhood" and we thought that was why they were the most attractive.

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"güero" refers to someone with lighter complexion, white boy

"güera" = white girl

"Mejorar la raza" is a phrase traced back to the early years of colonization in Mexico by the Spanish.

Many Latino families still hear it today.

In English, it translates to "improve the race."

To add context, the Spanish implemented a caste system, a hierarchy of socio-racial classes, in order to keep status and power, centering the social structure around them and their culture on the top.

The highest in the system were Spanish people born in Spain. The lowest in the system were typically those of Indigenous as well as African blood. If you born either or both (Indigenous and/or African), chances are you were probably born in poor conditions and are not considered a full human being with rights.

This is where "improving the race" comes in. It centers around breeding.

The only way to elevate one's social status in the eyes of the caste system was to get married and/or bare children with someone richer in the eyes of society, in this case most commonly white/Spanish men or women. As a result, Mestizos (children with an Indigenous & Spanish parent) or Mulatos (children with an African & Spanish parent) would reap the benefits of having elevated their status by having more Spanish blood.

"Improving the race" has been used by many as an excuse for the rape of Indigenous woman by European colonizers!

These children were also considered more handsome because it erased their Indigenous or African features, replacing them with Eurocentric ones that were considered the epitome of beauty.

This would lead to HUGE resentment over black and brown people and their features.

The Result in Latin America: Harsh colorism!

Bad skin, bad hair, being ugly were associated with African features.

Being a maid, being short, being a hard worker are stereotypes, associated with Indigenous people

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They pit us against each other. That is why if you ask a Mexican who is their greatest enemy, they will respond with "another Mexican."

We have been taught to hate our black/brown skin. The colorist system implemented by our colonizers is what we must try our best in no longer partaking.

We must be okay with not worrying about tanning in the sun, or getting married with someone who is not white.

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shoutout to the Nashuri fam because we strongly are against colorist and racist rhetoric with our pro Indigenous man/Black woman ship! Love you guys! ✊🏾💙

thank you for reading my long ass post :)

[midnight-oily]

Humble Consecration

nashuri smut | 2/2 | 11.4k words | @nashurifamilyweekend firsts | ao3

It was often gossiped amongst Talokan’s subjects that their king was more devoted to his queen than to the gods.

While Aj’K’uk’ulkan faithfully performed his duties to appease their gods, it was clear that his true devotion was to his wife, Queen Shuri of Wakanda. When he offered generous amounts of jade ornaments to a particular temple, his wife would soon be spotted wearing twice the amount in the form of jewelry. While religious feasts and festivals have always been adequately elaborate, there was a distinct bump in lavishness for his wife’s birthday celebrations. What is worse is that when he would perform important religious ceremonies that would require days of his attention, he became seemingly careless and distant to which he would later apologize and confess that the distraction came from the ache in his heart of missing his wife.

It was after this that his head shaman decided to try and tactfully warn him. They counseled him to not get ahead of himself lest he incur the wrath of a jealous, bitter god. Yet he merely laughed them off—is he not Aj’K’uk’ulkan? The great feathered serpent god that brought the sun to his people? There is nothing he cannot overcome.

Yet he cannot deny some truth in the gossip. It was not that he did not believe in his gods—it’s more that he truly believes his wife deserves worship as much as any of his gods.

He came to this conclusion when she told him that she was finally pregnant with his child. He remembers falling upon his knees at the revelation, the faint beat of a little heart echoing loudly in his sensitive ears—the sweetest music he has ever heard. At last, his tireless devotion to her—in both body and soul—has gifted him a joyous blessing beyond comparison.

For nine long months, Namor pampered, fawned and doted upon his beautiful wife. No request was too small or arduous for the devoted husband—he would be her most faithful worshiper.

When Shuri’s hands and feet swelled up painfully, he would generously massage her body with luxurious oils and soft creams for hours—meticulously scouring for each knotted muscle and stiff joint until even years-old aches faded away.

When she would wake him up in the middle of the night whining about an obscure food craving,he would personally prepare the food himself—Melted chocolate on fried tuna? Dried seaweed dipped in honey? His stomach would shudder at the sight but it would be all worth it seeing the delight in her eyes.

When he caught her with tears as she struggled to zip up a dress due to her expanded waist, Namor enlisted every seamstress he could find in their kingdoms to create a whole new wardrobe fit not for a queen—but a living goddess. As scandalous as it might be, that is truly how he saw her.

For how else could he explain the happiness she brought into his life? She must be divine as each day is a blessing in her presence.

Until one morning, during a visit to the Wakandan markets, Namor spies an approaching Attuma in the crowded streets. It seems like they weren’t the only family who decided to attend the markets today. In his arms, Zolani waves excitedly, while beside him Shuri gestures his general over. Attuma looks exhausted yet content, with a battalion of children excitedly chattering around him. All of his children. A strange envy curls in Namor’s gut—not unlike the gnawing ache he is familiar with. Okoye and Attuma had triplets—on their first try. Twins on their second. He finally spies Okoye waddling in the back, heavy with their first single (and allegedly, final) child. He can only assume their marriage bed must be spun out of cloth blessed by Ix Chel’s moonlight.

“Nicté! Nicté!” Zolani calls out excitedly to the middle child of Attuma’s bunch. The only girl amongst all the boys. With his daughter squirming to go them, Namor carefully puts her on the ground but holds onto her arm to whisper a reminder to be on her best behavior and not to wander too far. Zolani nods quickly—half listening. Placing a soft kiss on her head he lets his daughter go and watches her zoom into the crowd of children that greets her enthusiastically.

It is at this moment, he spies a faraway look upon Shuri’s face—one full of yearning. Yearning for what? He traces her gaze that lands upon Okoye, who was rubbing her round belly with a grimace. Subconsciously, Shuri brushes her own hand over her belly—ah. Namor smiles softly, nudging her, “Go to them.”

“But I haven’t paid for our purchases—”

“I’ll handle it. I know how much you adore their children.”

Shuri beams at him, giving him a small peck on the cheek in appreciation before following after their daughter, greeting the children and their parents with a bright grin. With a knowing smile, Okoye offers her belly to her queen and Shuri gently places a hand on it, excited to feel the life within. Namor watches on with the stirring ache in his gut—the picture of his wife with a bountiful bunch of children around her just seemed right. More than right. Necessary.

It takes a moment before the wheels begin to spin in his head, causing the ground to shift beneath his feet and the air to be driven out of his lungs. The world around him blurs into a haze as he pictures the children around his wife with slightly sharper ears and winged feet. It all snaps into place.

He wants a child—another one. Of course! How could he be so blind to the obvious?

He was so caught up in the joy of his firstborn that he did not even consider having a second. Yet as Zolani grew older, more independent, he could no longer deny his squirming desire. He wants another baby to cherish and adore. He wants to see Shuri swell once more. He wants to watch his daughter doting upon their younger sibling with a bright smile. He wants this—and more. He quivers in anticipation.

Not only at the prospect of having another little one but once again delighting in the challenge of impregnating his wife. Not that their sex life was any less active—even with the balancing act of running two kingdoms and raising a child, they still find time to partake in carnal delights with each other during the week. Yet there was something a little different about trying for a baby. He can remember the memories so delightfully.

He remembers whispering obscene promises of filling her as he folds her in half, fucking her within an inch of her life. His cock pounds her cunt mercilessly and her walls clenched so sweetly as she knows that his words are no longer just fantasy, but reality. He recalls the primal satisfaction that flooded in his mind as he finished deep inside her, knowing that it is within possibility that he will give her the baby they desire. He will be the reason she swells so perfectly—her round belly and swollen tits will be physical proof of his devotion towards her. His worship. Yet he will still fuck her and fill her again, and again and—

“Baba, where’s my brother?”

“Hmm?”

It seems that in all his lewd daydreaming, he did not realize that his daughter returned to his side with a newly acquired ice cream cone in hand. Namor blinks. It seems that Shuri has spent the rest of their market money on acquiring all the children some treats from the snack stall. His daughter licks the sugary treat, oblivious to her father’s lecherous thoughts.

“Nicté has many brothers—and I have none.”

Namor smiles softly—Oh his sweet, spoiled daughter. If Zolani wants a sibling, who was he to deny her?

“Would a little sister do?”

Zolani shrugs, “Can’t I have both?”

Both. Yes, both would be good. He chuckles to himself—his daughter is a genius. Truly her mother’s daughter.

“Baba, you are making a weird face.”

He pats her head before catching Shuri’s question eye with a knowing look.

Tonight, he vows, a sibling for his daughter and a baby for his wife.

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[nashurifamilyweekend]

Nashuri Family Weekend Inspiration & Prompts

With the event a month away, here's some ideas, suggestions and prompts to inspire you on your creative journey!

Day 1: Firsts

From hearing a baby’s heartbeat for the first time to watching a child take their first steps (or in some cases, first flight?!), a growing family means a lot of new experiences for parents and their children. On day one, let’s explore all sorts of firsts for Shuri and Namor’s family!

Ideas to inspire you:

First words. First baby. First day at school. First sibling. First crush. First time traveling outside of Wakanda or Talokan. First time Namor and Shuri team up with their children and fight side by side. First rebellious phase. First child’s boyfriend/girlfriend. First adoption.

Day 2: Parenthood

Being a living god king and a genius level superhero princess is easy. Being a parent? Not so much. In some respects, running a whole kingdom just might be easier than raising a family. On day two, let’s explore all the ups and downs of Shuri and Namor dealing with parenthood!

Ideas to inspire you:

Teaching a skill to their child. Struggling to adjust to being a parent. Spending Mother’s Day together. Spending Father’s Day together. Making time for their spouse. Baby shower. Single parenting. Nashuri's conflicting parenting styles. Nashuri taking their children to work. Nashuri family vacation.

Day 3: Legacy

“Children are the legacy we leave for the time we will not live to see.” What does it mean to be a child of Talokan and Wakanda? A living legacy symbolizing the unity between great people and their nations. Is it a burden or is it a gift? On day three, let’s explore how Shuri and Namor's legacy impacts their family and the world.

Ideas to inspire you:

Children trying to live up to Nashuri's achievements. Nashuri passing down their cultural history to their children. Nashuri child succeeds to the throne. Grandparents Nashuri. Estranged Nashuri children. Nashuri and children conflict due to generational differences. Nashuri trying to make the world better for their children. Nashuri keepsakes. Taking on a parent's mantle

All of the ideas are just suggestions! Feel free to be as imaginative as you would like to be with each day's themes!

[sp5derzworld]

Let me go ahead and list the reasons why nashuri/namuri shippers are blind and delusional....

1. He literally killed her mother. (That should be reason enough...)

2. Literally tried to kill Shuri herself.

3. Killed many of innocent civilians in the golden tribe bc only one of his ppl died.

4. Shuri didn't keep the bracelet she literally destroyed it and made and made the flower with it.

5. Stabbed a whole ass spear through shuris chest.

6.huge ass age gap.

7. Imagine shuri having to tell her, and namors children why they can't meet their grandma. Like It doesn't matter how gently you put it it's not gon sound forgivable. "Mommy why can't I meet grandma". "Well baby she died". "How did she die". "Your to young to understand"

Gets older

"Mom you never told me how grandma died". "Well daddy killed my mother because we didn't let our friend riri get executed".

Child:😧😟

7. Ik i said he killed her mom, but can we go back to the fact straight after when he saw shuri bawling her eyes out at the sight of her mother lying lifeless on the floor. He had the nerve to say, "You are queen now."

BITCH WHAT YALL NOT SEEING. There a difference from let's say batman x catwoman or a detective x their target, But shuri x mother murder/attempted murderer is to much.

Take it from a person who eats enemies to lover breakfast lunch and dinner.

[tacotimewriter]

My #Nashuri Fics

Hi everyone! Thought I'd start a Tumblr though I'm more active on Twitter. My name is tacotime, female grad student somewhere in the U.S., and I've written a number of Namor/Shuri fanfics on AO3. Happy to engage and answer any qs you guys might have!

The Water Queen - Complete, 122K words Post-canon slowburn, action/romance/angst. Shuri has to return to Talokan as the Americans plot against Wakanda.

what rituals may bring - Complete, 6K two-short Canon-compliant romance humor fic, Shuri does a boyfriend ritual and Chaac and Bast play matchmaker.

Build Me This Delusion - Complete, 24K one-shot Post-canon angst and trauma fic. Shuri proposes to Namor to save the world, and plans to stop him from destroying it. Warning: major character death.

The Cost of Apparitions - Complete, 45K sequel to Build Me This Delusion Post-canon angst fic, each chapter told by one of the nashuri children and last chapter by T'Challa Junior.

It Was Different - Complete, 1K one-shot Canon-divergence romance humor fic. Shuri figures out the bracelet was a proposal.

A Game of Serpents and Gods - WIP, currently at 64K Canon-divergence romance fic. Shuri gives Namor a week to convince her to burn the world with him.

Sunglasses - Complete, 26K Post-canon romance fic. Shuri and Namor get trapped in Ixchel's temple, Mayan goddess of medicine and childbirth, and they have to do more than kiss to be able to leave...

[shmaltato]

"Living Legacy"

#NashuriFamily Day 3: Legacy

@nashurifamilyweekend

Last day of Nashuri Family Weekend.

Tbh I just wanted to show the integration of Wakanda and Talokan, and how Shuri and Namor pioneered an era of peace between the two nations + kids that will continue the legacy.

P.S. Statues are hard to shade...

[ssilcatt]

I'm in love of how you draw the Nashuri's children!! They are absolutely beautiful!!! I hope you draw more of them and/or Namor and Shuri too!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

thank you! oh i'll be sticking with my nashuri kids for a while so there's more content coming for sure!

[namor-shuri]

Me: I wonder what Namor and Shuri’s kids would look like if they had children…

The internet: Say less

*my delusional ass cooking up names for all 20 of their kids and expecting to see this football team in Black Panther 3 bc clearly that’s where we left off*

[tenochconamor]

Shuri felt safe around Namor.

A year of her mom, her closest friends and family trying to get Shuri to open up about her grief was ineffective. However, after this King who everyone was afraid of, shared his life story, his history, his culture and his secrets with her she felt safe enough to share her complex feelings about her brother's death to him. Grief she had buried within for a year was laid bare, practically spilling her guts to him, in the face of Namor's own openness and vulnerability.

I think Shuri still longs for the connection she had with Namor even after everything that happened. She's more untethered than ever before and longs for the only person she ever felt that instant connection to but she can't go to him because it's not easy to forgive. So she goes to Haiti, the beach, as close to the water as she can and she cries.

[laninasinamor]

i see this trend with shur*ri shippers…

in their eyes, shuri and ramonda can do no wrong. only namor can be a bad guy and he k*lled her mom and is terrible 😣

what is missing in this point of view is UNDERSTANDING & EMPATHY. namor had reason for every action in WF. he is a FATHER, GOD, and KING. his purpose is to PROTECT HIS PEOPLE AND THEIR HOME.

ramonda THREATENED TO HAVE TALOKAN EXPOSED. she got HIS CHILDREN K*LLED by sending nakia in to save shuri and riri.

shipping nashuri or not, namor is not justified in EVERYTHING HE DID but he had REASON TO DO SO.

check out this girl’s post, she knows what’s up and wrote a post in response to someone criticizing that nashuri doesn’t make sense from a storytelling perspective 👀

[fuckitwhenifeelit]

Namor with his and Shuri's firstborn.

*I 100% would believe drunk Namor would tell pregnant Shuri, he'd carry their baby like a seahorse if he could. Cause having a immortal beings baby has got to have some extreme symptoms. Kid kicks and cracks Shuri's ribs. Or gets hiccups so Shuri looks like she's skipping as she walks around her lab.

- @wanderingquill

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Shuri isn't even in the 2nd trimester of pregnancy, but her bump appeared as though she was nearing the 3rd! She hadn't gained enough weight, and it seemed like the supernatural power in her veins was just protecting her from tipping over.

She's mad at her husband (her irritation, she admits, is just from the hormones and the deep-seated resentment for his smouldering face that begs for a kiss that she can't give) so he ducks to the mead given by the Asgardians as a wedding gift...

Anyways, Ch'ah Toh returns to Shuri with that smouldering look, begging her to make him an artificial womb so he can bear their children instead, like a seahorse!

Shuri laughs like it hurts, for the first time in months.