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More information about the countryhumans mythos;

This mythology was created when ch and humans began cohabitation in hunter-gatherer societies

This is a still living religion, although few practice it. This is the reason for its preservation of language and story, since formal writing systems did not exist when it was widely practiced

There is evidence of contemporary ch practicing and experiencing Tut'sentaewaih, although most are secular and believe it is another way of connecting to their people rather than a religious experience.

In some areas of the world, this mythos is abandoned or banned entirely, but in the areas that used to be the heart of Pangaea, temples still exist despite greater efforts to remove them

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I wrote this at one in the morning because my head was going to burst. Have some updated countryhumans/nationhumans mythos

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Deity Hierarchy:

Archons

   -Fickle creator-Gods with moral compasses based on their field of control

   -Intersex

   -Faces and bodies of Beasts

   -Has Citadel

Children of Archons

   -Nationhumans and all life. NHs tend to be more powerful because of Taewaih

Archetype

  -Moneto

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Earth's primary Archons (major gods, usually primordial)

Tutyāni {Tut yani}(the whole or "total earth", Reuwanwey's mate and Taewaih's parent)

Reuwanwey {rue-wan-wey} (sun, Tutyāni's mate and Taewaih's parent)

Ouioti {oi-oati}(ocean, Muitun's mate)

Muishin (moi-shīn}(moon, Ouioti's mate)

Sōnti {So-nti} (daylight sky, No'onta's mate)

No'onta {Nō'ōnta} (night sky, Sōnti's mate)

Taewaih {Tae-wā} (last manifestation of a contiguous, united supercontinent)

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Creation story

    Taewaih , the last known manifestation of the lands united. Her core was hot and dry, but the precious rhythm and breath of life lie, given to her by Reuwanwey, within. Her outer parts faced the Ouioti (ocean), which nourished the non human life she breathed into. She is mighty and benevolent.

    She knew that something was missing- mortal souls that could be the stewards of her creation. She made uncountable figures; made of Tutyani's flesh, sunbeams of Reuwanwey, water of Ouioti, falling stars of Muishin, stardust of No'onta, and clouds of Sōnti.

All Archons looked upon this creation, satisfied but confused by its purpose. It was not unlike them to create mountains, hills, rivers, deserts, crators from falling stars and tides from push and pull. What did their youngest member have in mind? Did she still have a mind?

She built a powerful fire in her core, second only to Reuwanwey's own sweltering form, and breathed her wind into the noses until their earthen chests rose and fell with the rhythm of life. She placed each in rows in her bosom to bake. Their bodies seemed to crack, burst and deform. Taewaih knew there was an essence of life only she could give. She distracted Sōnti, telling them their beloved mate, No'onta, prepared their bed for the night. She stole Sōnti's heavenly lighting and opened her body at the throat.

    As her blessed blood touched the clay figures, they began to resemble her, embody her. Her life and mind left her, only to enter new vessles where she lived again. The other Archons were afraid of the sacrifice, but they knew that ever-benevolent, ever-wise Taewaih had made creatures capable of love beyond themselves, and good stewards to all life.

Long after, when the clay became soild and strong but could not yet move on it's own, Archons created creatures these new pieces of Taewaih would become keepers of when they woke up.

    She broke the cycle of reincarnation by creating NHs, thus sacrificing herself to bring forth life and creation and living through her spiritual children. Humans were created in her image alike her children, and became the primary life stewarded by NH.

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Tut'sentaewaih (Tut'sen-tae-wa) -To be realized; self-actualization; to become one or whole

    This is the concept of becoming closer to Taewaih as she was. It means to experience partial or whole ego death- to hold an unwavering sense of agape for a NH's people, those outside of their country, and all the life of the world. "Complete" Tut'sentaewaih is only achieved by all NH coming to this sense of agape and experiencing collective ego death

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Asami 🟣🟡

You should start headcanoning characters as intersex

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Having 19 kids makes your tummy soft, and Asahi loves it.

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Asami (Fem, she/her, they/them) Asahi (Masc he/him, they/them). Both are intersex!

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Asalia and Asahi (Masc!Japan)

Asahi is a wife guy

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MOTHER 🙇‍♂️

Fem!America, her name is Asalia

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Oh no, they have me by the THROAT

Ameripan is still my OTP but I’m falling for these two

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An AU of China x America. They would have some hot/cold spells, they wouldn’t always be the most stable couple, but they would love each other for better or worse.

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⚠️⚠️warning: ((countryhumans)) strong opinions ahead, bad mouthing polititians, and opinions in war. Some of this info is stuff I got from the news which I know isn't always trustworthy. So if I did something wrong please PM me and kindly explane what I did wrong and if it offended you⚠️⚠️

So, idk why, but I felt like making a post about things I dislike in the countryhumans fandom. Its all my opinion so no one needs to take this seriously.

Stereotypes

I don't mind a few stereotypes here and there, but when someone compleatly bases the ch on stereotypes it bothers me. Take America for example: stereotypicaly America is a greedy fat trashbag who loves burgers and doesn't care about anyone. The real America ((AKA the people)) is very nice, a little odd ((but hay, ain't we all?)), cares for other people, doesn't exactly agree with the government, and a lot of people here are acctually quite fit. It bothers me when I see my country ((or countrys if you count the ones my family originated from)) be represented by stereotypes.

Basing a country off it's polititions.

Why? Why do people do that, half the time polititians are blumbering fools who are trying to do something good but are just making it all worse. A country is not a country without the people, the people should be the ones to represent their country, not some powerfull rich man in a tux.

Basing a country off it's history.

I have seen some people make Germany, Japan, and Italy seam bad because of their history, or people make Poland weak because it has lost a lot of wars, trust me, Polish people can be scary ((especially when it comes to their vodka))

What I'm saying is that countrys change, you shouldn't base the characters off their country's past mistakes.

Shipping countries that despise eachother.

Now I will leave Russia x America, China x America, and America x Mexico out of this because it's only polititians being crybabys and whining to mama about the other one calling them names.

But ships like America x North Korea, no. Yes it seams fun but the thing is the people and government dislike eachother. Along with America x Iran, personaly i don't dislike the Iranians, infact most Americans don't dislike them, we dislike the polititians. Though, there is the problem that some Iranians are burning American flags and chanting "death to the Americans" there is a lot of tension and shipping both countries is like shipping the anime hero with the villian who killed the hero's entire family, its wrong.

All of this is my opinion and how I feel about things in the CH fandom, so please don't hate, just respect my opinions and I will respect yours.

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Maternal Love | 3/3

Kazaiah: That's alright son... I wish you would come with me, we can be as we are, where I am going. I will always be with you, in your heart, and no one can take that away from you.

Kazaiah gently caressed her son’s cheek. She looked at him with deep melancholy, a weak smile gently pulling the edges of her mouth up. She studied his face for a while, then pulled her hand away to pull him closer. She drank the contents of the vial. With Azrael in her arms, she leaned against the rough bark of the elm.

Kazaiah: I love you, Arnak.

Arnak was Asraels familial name. It meant stars in his native tongue, and made his heart swell. She loved him, so dearly, and that could never be taken from him. Asrael rested his head against her chest, his eyes flittering shut. He could feel her breathing becoming shallow, he assumed she was falling asleep too.

Asreal never realized her body had grown cold. He woke to his fathers becons in the early morning, the sky crying for them both.

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Maternal Love 2/3

Soon, the cool breeze he appreciated chilled him to his core. It felt like they had walked for days, his clothes dewy and his eyes grew heavy with sleep. The light of his mothers whale oil lamp lead them deeper into unfamiliar woods. It was almost like his mother was in a trance; she only looked into the forest yet to be illuminated. Finally, they both sat at the base of a large elm tree. His mother beconed him to sit in her lap. She kissed his head.

Kazaiah: We are close, but I must ask one last thing of you…

Asrael remained quiet, awaiting her request. Her honey colored eyes glowed in the lamp light, he could see how much she loved him.

Kazaiah: This vial holds our key, I must ask that you drink from it.

Asrael turned his eyes to the delicate blue glass vial she held carefully. It was beautify, but it did not decieve his other senses. A sickly smell wafted in the damp air, making him feel ill.

Asreal: Mother, I can’t…

Kazaiah 's face flipped through emotions. Shock, concern, sadness... deep loneliness. Finally, acceptance.

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Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.

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Asrael sleeps peacefully. Something broke within his mother, and her cold, callous demeanor towards him eased. It could be concidered parental love, something alien to him, but he welcomed eagerly. She still behaved strangely, but she recognized he was her child, and was unafraid to express that she cared for him. In the night, she approached his bed.

Kazaiah: Son, awaken. Our hope lies elsewhere…

Asrael (blinking, adjusting to the lantern light): Mother… what do you mean?

Kazaiah: There is something I know will bring us freedom. Do not worry about preparing, we need not to.

Asrael: Ok.

With feather-like steps and hushed wispers, they escape their home, their prison. The dark forest welcomed them with wooden arms and dewy soil. Asrael’s bare feet sunk into the humus, the breeze bringing light frost to his cheeks. He was with his mother, and he trusted her. She loved him, and she would free them both.

Part 1/3

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If Roman came back…