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[roseamongroses]

practicing

[saturrnss]

الحب بين (love between)

NAMOR X PALESTINIAN!READER (GN)

warnings: nothing bad ;)

A/N: I've been in a bit of a slump when it comes to writing but since recent world events have happened, I've decided to make this to hopefully bring some people some peace of mind to Palestinian Marvel fans in this tough time. I don't care if I lose followers for this, it's free Palestine always and forever. (Namor and the reader are pretty much fluent in both of their native languages so it changes in conversation)

It was a particularly mundane night in the city of Talokan, Your husband Namor was out for a few hours to handle business so you were left by yourself, alone with your thoughts. The servants came to check on you once in a while to ask if you needed anything but every time you respectfully declined, there was something on your mind that had been bothering you for the entire week but you never voiced it to people- you missed your home.

You were born in The Jordan River to a Kuliltu and Kulullu, spending your childhood and teenage years on the land of Palestine and the shores of the Red Sea. Ever since you met Namor you haven’t seen the surface world since, you didn’t need to, your parents decided to permanently migrate back into the water when you got old enough. Your life was complete but there was still a small ounce of homesickness in remembering your surface world life.

You were well aware and understood Namor and his soldiers’ hatred for the surface world so you didn’t feel comfortable telling them about these things but you caught yourself thinking about it from time to time.

“حبي (my love)” a deep but quiet voice said, followed by a light knocking on the door. You turned around to see Namor, looking at you with a warm smile on his face. He made the effort to learn your native language of Arabic so he could understand you and your family. You lit up when you saw him, getting up and embracing him. “Bix bintech bejláake'? (how was your day?)” You asked him eagerly, You also learned his language for the same reason. “Tuláakal jóok' uts, (Everything went well,) He said, kissing your cheek. “Tin tukultaj ta. (I thought of you.) you smiled at him and walked to the shared hammock you two slept in.

“My parents are very happy with the gifts you gave them, (In taata'obe' ki'imak u yóolo'ob jach yéetel le síibalo'ob ku k'eeyaj ti' leti'ob,)” You said as you laid on the hammock, looking at him taking his cloak off and folding it. “My mom won’t take her bracelet off. (In na'e' ma' u Tsel le brazalete.)” He chuckled as he walked to the hammock to lay with you. 

You both stared into each other’s eyes- Namor’s eyebrows furrowed in concern which made you curious as well as also concerned. “لقد تم اطلاعي على شيء ما (I was made aware of something)” He said, putting his hand on your face.

"على علم بماذا؟ (Aware of what?)” you said, wondering what could be on his mind. “Ba'ax yaan k'aas in yaakunaj? Le sirvientes in a'alab u ma' a yaax yaantal janal. (What’s wrong my love? The servants said you haven’t been eating.) You frowned at his question, you didn’t think it was that noticeable you were having an off day.

“أنا بخير (I’m fine),” You said to him, smiling to relieve his worries but his face stayed the same. “لا داعي للقلق بشأني، أعدك (You don’t need to worry about me, I promise.)” You kissed his lips, you hated lying to him, so you turned to your other side so you wouldn’t face him. “Ma'alo'ob áak'ab (Goodnight)” You said, hoping that he wouldn’t push the issue further.

There was an awkward silence for a moment. “Ma'alob áak'ab in yaakunaj (goodnight my love)” Namor said, finally breaking the silence.

The truth was, Namor knew something was off. You were mentioning your surface home more often in the past weeks, every time you mentioned it he noticed how you immediately talked about how you loved being underwater, it felt like borderline overcompensation to him.

He knew you loved him and Talokan very much, but a piece of your heart will always be with Palestine and he couldn’t take that away from you. He wanted to do something special for you, but he didn’t know how you would react. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep right beside you.

                                                                  *

It was around a week later, servants were helping you do your hair. Your homesickness had gotten a little better, but it was still there. Something was different about today, servants giggling to themselves and stopping when you got close enough- Even Namora and Attuma were acting a little bit off.

Namora walked into your room, vibranium spear in her right hand. Her hair was down which was unusual for her, she always had it pinned up in case she was thrown into a fight. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight.

“A wilik increíble, (you look amazing,)” you said with a smile. “Ba'ax u biilal. (What’s it for?)” 

“K'uj 'ulkan ts'o'ok u ofrecido jump'éel gesto yaakunaj ta wo'olal. (K’uk’ulkan has offered a gesture of his love for you.) You raise your eyebrow. “ Bix le je'elo'. (how so?)”

She just points toward the door, nonverbally asking you to follow her. You obliged out of curiosity, letting Namora guide you to the pool of water that connects to the rest of Talokan and the ocean where Attuma was waiting in the same, slightly altered patterns as Namora.

The whole swim there was slightly awkward, you were in your head most of the time thinking of all the ways he could surprise you. You were slightly scared, the anticipation of it all made you nervous about the outcome.

You got out of the water a couple of seconds after Namora and Attuma did and sat on the sandy beach. It was dark out so you were confused for a moment, looking around to see the so-called surprise that was waiting for you. But then you realized- the beach looked familiar. “لا يمكن أن يكون (It can’t be.)” You said, looking at both the warriors dumbfounded as Attuma looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.

It soon dawned on you that the beach you laid on at that moment was Rafah- In Palestine. 

You then noticed a trail of cyclamen a couple feet away, you got up and followed it, Namora and Attuma staying behind.

It was a long, tiring trail, but you managed. Soon enough the trail stopped right in front of a small brick building, K’uk’ulkan right in front of it, looking down with his hands behind his back. He lit up when he saw you, “ وصلت (You arrived)” He said, smiling.

You ran up to embrace, kissing him all over. The long walk didn’t even matter to you, you were just happy he went out of his way to do this. You stopped to look at him, slightly tearing up. “ هل قطعت الدرب طويلاً؟ (Did I make the trail too long?)” He asked with a hint of unsureness in his voice which made you laugh a bit.

“تمكنت (I managed.)” You said, reassuring him. His smile dimmed a bit, “أعلم أنك كنت مشتاقًا لزيارة منزلك (I know you’ve been longing to visit your home)” You frowned when he mentioned it, you considered lying even more but at that point it had been eating away at you. You let out a sigh, “اعتقدت أنني أخفيته جيدًا بما فيه الكفاية. (I thought I hid it well enough.)” “لا أريدك أن تشعر كما لو كان عليك إخفاء أي شيء عني. (I don’t want you to feel as if you have to hide anything from me.)” 

He put one of his hands on your cheek. “Y/n,” He started. “كوني لا أحب العالم السطحي لا يعني أنني سأبعدك عنه. "لديك شيء ما هنا، ولن أنزع ذلك أبدًا من الشخص الذي أحبه." (Just because I don’t like the surface world doesn’t mean that I'll keep you from it. You have something up here, and I will never take that away from the person I love.)” 

He paused for a moment before lifting his other hand to show you a red keffiyeh. “A na' áanteni' u kaxtik le nook' úuchuk utia'al u beetik. (Your mother helped me find the right cloth to make it.)” You were already tearing up, but him pulling that out just made you burst into happy tears. “You have done so much to take in my culture, this was the least I could do.”

It didn’t matter how big or small it was in retrospect, It meant so much to you regardless. “أحبك (I love you)” You whispered. “In yaakunech (I love you)” He said back. You both put your hands together and held each other- content.

A/n: getting back into my talokan fic BAG

[ayoxaneka]

Okay hear me out y'all.

So we all know this fine ahh woman is an actress so there are bound to be more roles she played other than Ayo, right?

So a few months ago I found out that she played the Wicked witch of the east in the series "Emerald City"

So, I was thinking Imagine if Ayo and the wicked witch of the East A.K.A East, switched places in their universes?

How? I don't know, Dr. Strange must've been messin' with some universes and accidentally swapped Ayo and East.

I could just imagine Aneka falling asleep in Ayo's arms and then waking up the next morning by a woman who looked like Ayo but she knew wasn't Ayo, she'd be like:

"Who are you?! Where's my wife? Are you my wife? Why is your dress so long?!"

And then Ayo will be in Emerald City like "..." "Where the hell am I."

East would be chill with the whole thing though like the initial switch when she was transported into Ayo and Aneka's bed and Aneka was in her arms she'd be like:

"Who is this woman?" And she'd also try to put a spell on Aneka but when Aneka stirred in her sleep and hugged East, nuzzling her neck, East felt content enough to just fall asleep holding Aneka then she'd be like "I'll deal with this lady in the morning."

And Imagine if East fell in love with Aneka and now Ayo has to deal with a literal witch having a crush on her wife😂

(I swear I have to draw this when I have the time.)

[pilesofpillows]

your seas sing of halcyon

ii | ix

Okoye doesn’t remember dying, but she’s learned how to live.

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[beherelongtime]

Shumri

[umber-cinders]

The official Wakanda Forever Art book is now mine

[laninasinamor]

you’re telling me Namor painted this?! On his super important history murals ?! 😱

[midnight-oily]

attoye omegaverse | 1/3 | 10.2k words | ao3

“What do you mean he’s not going to provide me with his scent?”

Okoye taps her fingers impatiently against the warden’s desk. With her heat hormones simmering under her skin, her patience for delays has grown thin. Omega and Alpha biology does not care for bureaucracy—it follows the laws of nature, not of man. She needs her husband’s scent immediately, rules be damned! The warden swallows nervously at the bristling ex-Dora Milaje in front of him.

“W’Kabi has rejected your request, Okoye.”

“I’m his Omega!” She snaps, her nerves reaching a boiling point, “He has a duty to me as my Alpha!” She points to her bite mark on her irritated neck scent glands.

All of society knows it is the duty of a mated Alpha to provide for their Omega. Once bitten by an Alpha, Omegas are mated for life—Only their Alphas can soothe their heats with their knot and scent. Unfortunately for Okoye, this means W’Kabi is the only one who can tame the burning biological inferno within her. Yet regardless of crime, exceptions are made for bonded pairs when it comes to justice and punishment. Mates are allowed to tend to each other’s needs when necessary. Emphasis on allowed, not required.

“W’Kabi has rights,” The warden explains as calmly as possible, “We cannot force him to give you his scent.”

Okoye scowls, throwing a foul glare at her bag of scented sheets on the floor. She spent an hour this morning rubbing fabric through her scent glands until her skin became puffy and sore. It was annoying but necessary for the arrangement she had with W’Kabi. She will provide him with her scent to help soothe his ruts and in return, he will provide her with his own scent to help her heats. It is the compromise she has agreed to. No more, no less.

The warden squirms in his chair at Okoye’s dark expression, “I’m sorry, Okoye—”

“Do not say you are sorry!” Okoye snarls, “I am beyond overdue for a heat. Does he not realize he’s killing me?”

Another side effect of mating. While heats become much more manageable, it is only that way because the Omega’s Alpha is the only one who can start their heat. A biological quirk that anthropologists hypothesize was to make sure that mated pairs only procreated when the conditions were optimal for the both of them. That doesn’t stop an Omega’s biology from craving a heat. Like a pressure cooker, the biological imperative to breed will build slowly over time until the Omega is bursting with desire for a pup. At that point, Alphas will instinctually scent their mates and jumpstart their heat, releasing all that pressure. It was just simple biology.

For an Alpha like W’Kabi to refuse to provide for his mate–letting your Omega languish in heat pain out of all things!–it is considered the most shameful behavior for an Alpha.

Going a year without a heat is agony for a mated Omega. It has been fifteen months since Okoye had a proper heat and she was about to lose her mind. The mating mark on her neck burns, constantly itching and aching for her Alpha’s scent.

The only other solutions for mated Omegas without Alphas was to either cut their glands out— a painful, traumatic process— or find another Alpha. But rarely were there any Alphas who were willing to bite down on a living Alpha’s claim. It simply wasn’t done. Not that Okoye was looking for a new Alpha anytime soon.

The warden tugs at his collar, trying his best to be diplomatic, “Okoye, we do allow conjugal visits for mates—”

“No.”

Her Omega bristles. Not at her, but at the warden’s offer. W’Kabi’s not her Alpha—biology be damned. As long as she breathes, she will never submit to W’Kabi ever. Her nails rake into the table.

“Absolutely not. I know what he’s playing at,” Okoye hisses at the warden and grabs him by the collar, “Give him a message for me, you pathetic excuse of an Alpha!” The warden trembles under her fury.

“Tell him he is a fool to think that he can force me to present to him! Tell him to fulfill his duty as my Alpha or—,” Okoye drags the man closer to her face, “I will tear his knot from his cock and feed it to the crocodiles!”

continue reading on ao3 (18+ mind the tags!)

[barks-hideout]

Me core

[roseamongroses]

y'all,,,,,,,my work tea can't even be called tea atp. im not laughing no more this shit got me floored. anyways heres some more unposted shuriri art. the newer stuff should be released in the upcoming weeks but i do have finals coming up [and will be looking for a new job] sooooo

[ayoxaneka]

Ayo helping Aneka cheat during class (When they were kids):

[pilesofpillows]

your seas sing of halcyon

i | ix

She is a Star, fallen into the Sea. The price of her salvation is costly and exacting, but he spares no effort. After all:

What belongs to the sea will always return…

Or

The gods & goddesses AU no one asked for 😁

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Jeez it’s been awhile… anyone still alive in Attoye Land? 😭🤣

[tallulahchanel]

The Mutant Academy Podcast Episode 9: Wakanda Forever: The Fair and Trash Takes

In this episode of the Mutant Academy Podcast, the headmistress recounts the takes regarding Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and what she deems fair and trash takes. To help her in this endeavor, she has enlisted Guest Professor Justin to aid her in this.

Listen on Spotify and Amazon

Listen on Spotify and Amazon

Listen on Spotify and Apple Podcast

[laninasinamor]

animated Namor? cant wait 🤧