#kukulkan my beloved

[evita-shelby]

Prove it

Version of my only other Namor x reader one shot with the dialogue in English.(spanish dialogue)

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You weren’t born yesterday.

There was no possible way for this fucking historical hotel was truly haunted.

There was no cool poltergeist, no ghost ladies giggling in the floral room where the hacienda’s owner’s daughter died suddenly in the eighties, and there was no fucking way there were Mayan Warriors with blue skin led by fucking K’uk’ulkan himself to pay homage to the big rock in the garden.

That had to be some idiot they had hired from town.

You bet your shitty paycheck you knew that dumbass in the slutty green shorts.

“How much are the paying you to do this bullshit every December?” you ask as the man stares at you in horror.

“What?” the man asks before cursing you in Yucatec Mayan, an older type with like no Spanish in it whatsoever.

But it’s still the same language, so you insult him back, which makes it worse.

Especially when you slip back into Spanish and he acts like you just spat in his face.

“This is my mother’s sacred grave!” he shouts at you in Spanish, but you don’t buy it. He is too real looking to be a ghost, that vein popping out on his forehead and the way he gets close enough for you to feel the warmth of a human being lecturing you on your rudeness.

“Yes, I know that is the grave of a woman, but I seriously doubt a woman in the 16th century has a , I don’t know, thirty year old son in the year 2020.” You cross your arms and stand your ground.

Would he be offended if you ask him out for drinks at the shitty hotel cantina once you two get over this?

“And if I told you I am over five hundred years old?” he continues with the farce, and you wonder if its worth it to have another wannabe actor fuck buddy here.

“I’d say you look pretty fit for a five-hundred-year-old geezer, but I’d sooner believe that you get five hundred pesos to show up in such little clothing every fucking winter.” You answer with a scoff, five hundred pesos was a shit rate, that was barely fifty dollars. The cute girl from the local University got paid twice that to do her fake shaman tarot reader bullshit every month.

This fucker should ask Rigo the Owner for more.

He laughs, a slightly bitter thing that tells you he is this close to just killing you outright.

He is handsome, you give him that. And well endowed, which is probably why Rigo’s slutty much younger wife chose him.

The feathers and his outfit look legit, too real, especially the fake jade jewelry. You had to hand it to him, the nose plug and the earrings looked pretty fucking good.

“I would kill you, but I wouldn’t dishonor my mother’s grave with the blood of an idiot who can’t see the difference between a human man and the god, K’uk’ulkan!” he exclaims and you think he may be right.

If the Norse had sexy Thor and whatever his goth brother was, if the Americans can defrost Captain America like frozen meat, maybe, just maybe the weirdo standing here was the Serpent God of Mesoamerica.

Could explain why he looked the same in all the photos since cameras were invented.

Could the man you’ve infuriated so much that he stands there breathing hard and clenching his fists to avoid hitting you be the god, K’uk’ulkan?

“If you really are a god… then prove it.” You say goading him into proving he was fraud. If he is a fraud, he will do anything to make you forget it, like kiss you in anger and get the two of you fired for hate fucking where some of the guests can see you.

You hope he is a fraud; it has been so long since you’ve had a good fuck.

He smiles, one that makes you shake in your metaphorical boots, as he took you by the waist and flew with the weird little wings on his ankles.

“Holy fuck.” You utter as he flies you to the beach.

[tgrailwar-zero]

So little guy, where are you from? Do you live here in the city or are you visiting?

LITTLE GUY: "We sleep in by the Port! It's foggy sometimes, but sometimes it's sunny! We were sleeping, but now we're awake!"

LITTLE GUY: "...Mm..? We're... awake?"

LITTLE GUY: "Hm... I dunno! I dunno!"

KUKULKAN: "Not as much as I'd have hoped... we can talk more once we're done."

KUKULKAN: "...Fair enough, hehe. I guess someone has to be the one to tell Rider. I'll go get the boys."

KUKULKAN: "Oh, it's probably fine! But, just in case, we'll save it for later."

LITTLE GUY: "Bye, bye!"

They waved, wandering off down the Archives.

With that decision made, you got to the fun part. Research.

The Heavenly Divinity had been summoned as a warrior during the Lunar Grail War. One of the 129.

She hadn't been summoned in this way before. An old god, in a newer form. A dragon in the form of a fox. A goddess in the form of a mortal.

Her name was T█████=M██████████.

Was. At that moment, it was.

The stories of humans had weaved together a strange tale, it seemed. But that was fine. She was quite fond of weaving, after all. Her identity was fluid, one that shifted like the water, and danced between the gates of shrines.

'Caster', her Master called her. The maiden of the Hirota Jinja Shrine, a 'Caster'. Humans had called her many names over many years, but that was a new one.

While many saw her as a Kitsune, a simple fox-spirit, this Servant was a Shinko-ō. A divine 'dragon-fox'. A daughter of the heavens. Terrifying and beautiful, she was summoned by a hopelessly hopeful master for a hopelessly hopeful cause, and fought for it with every ounce of her being.

And then, the Titan struck.

She watched as the Servants of the Moon did everything they could, and knew it wasn't enough. She had seen this Titan before. Fought this Titan before-- and knew that the boundless strength of Heroic Spirits were not enough for it. And so, as they fought, she readied herself.

The Titan could only be defeated by divinity. Divinity unchained by humanity, and free to run wild and untamed. And so, the single-tailed fox gathered power, power that she had promised to never coalesce again in another life. -

You continued reading, though it felt like you were slipping further and further into a haze.

It felt more like a conversation. Like someone was speaking to you, gently by your side. The voice, delicate and feminine, seemed to whisper in your ear.

"There's something laughable about the idea of a 'lonely god'. Gods should be worshiped. Respected. Beloved. My Master held a deep contempt for humanity. He hated their contradiction, their twisted affairs, their violent nature. But he accepted it as well, knew that their violence would lead to peace. That if there was something truly terrible in the world, their differences would be set aside, and they would be saved. He could calculate, but understanding was out of his reach. And yet in his struggle, in his constant theorizing and thrashing about, he held something beautiful. A spark. A beautiful soul. Perhaps that is why I was summoned at his side. I am your goddess. I am your God. And, my beloved people of the Solar Cell, I selfishly ask of your forgiveness. Selfishly ask for your hope. Selfishly ask for your acceptance. I cannot tell you the reason, but I selfishly ask for your sacrifice as well."

-

You eventually reached a passage that held you tight. You could feel eyes on you. Burning, yet cold. Rushing water accompanied by the sound of crackling flames. Violent, yet calming. A contradiction.

'Amaterasu'. 'A M A T E R A S U'?

That cannot be my True Name. Amaterasu is kind. Gentle. The warm rays of the sun, that satiate those that dance under her gaze.

I am violent.

I am powerful.

I am the Great Fox Spirit. The Konjiki Hakumen. The Lady of Purification. The Goddess of Mukoyama. A mere facet of the Sun.

I create life.

I shine with the heavenly bodies.

The Servant of Amaterasu Ōhirume no Mikoto. The wrath of Tenshō Daijin. The flesh of Sume-Ōmikami. I am her untamed nature made manifest.

The waters of the Lunar Sea bow to me as they purge the world of evil. The flames of the Solar Cell burn for me as they purge the world of fear.

The great Titan will be cast into the Lunar Sea, and all shall be well.

Such is the will of--

-

You heard snapping in front of you, knocking you out of your trance.

ARCHIVIST: "I don't mind you resting your eyes, but the Archives are closing. Best to get a move on, right?"

Looking down, you realized that you had stopped reading at some point, though it was difficult to tell when. The book had been clamped shut, your smoke-like, tendrils (vaguely shaped in the form of hands) clasping it tightly.

[klonoadreams]

my indigenous mexican ass is thriving off of Lostbelt 7 and the Mesoamerican servants, like 

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

No thoughts, head empty, too much Camazotz and Kukulkan (love the hair and outfit). I also saw Huitzilopochtli’s name, but until I see someone die and get turned into a hummingbird, then I refuse to get my hopes up for him.

Quetz, my beloved - you will now have more buddies to thrown down in the ring. Taiga can finally (lie) get a break.

Tezcatlipoca, your days are numbered.

[indoraptorgirlwind]

(WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS! PLS DON'T READ IF HAVEN'T WATCHED THE MOVIE)

Saw the movie yesterday so here are my thoughts:

Holy shit, almost cried in the beggining where T'challa dies and the intro homage to Chadwick.

That part where the divers submerge into the deep sea gave me thalassophobia, ngl, also reminded me of the opening scene in jwfk by no reason lmao.

Holy! Mayan soundtrack YES!

I feel like just when they think they're gonna escape- oh there it is, they're dead.

OMG IS THAT THE GUY FROM THE LOST WORLD: JURASSIC PARK?!

The Wakanda arrival parallels tho.

We got a new Jarvis!

Namor's wings XDDDD (Also, the elephants looked so majestic there)

Everett my beloved.

I'm glad Riri didn't feel forced as i first thought.

Namora beating Okoye's ass? How?

haha whales and killer whales go brrr.

NO...NOT THAT WOMAN AGAIN...

She's Everett's ex-wife?

Riri and her pop culture references omg.

Talokan is so beautiful...

Omg A JUEGO DE PELOTA!

That's right Namor! End those spain colonizers!

Yucatecan legends are op! Also the village reminded me of a cacao sembrance i once visited there.

GO KUKULKAN GO!

FUCK, HE DROWNED RAMONDA?!

Nakia my beloved.

Shuri no! You can't kill Namor, he's hot!

Killmonger, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

She looks kind of skinny tho in the suit, but she's awesome.

water battle!

Can't they just use the sing they used at the beggining?

Funny how Okoye ended up using the suit she ashamed.

Attuma is kind of hot...

haha Namora goes brrr.

Nooo! Namora!

Did you just cut Namor's little wings?

She too? Gosh, what's between wakandians and death.

Namor said he wanted to burn the world, not himself, Shuri.

Forgive him, forgive him, forgive him.

Let's get you to water, my fishy.

All the parallels between T'challa and Shuri, i'm crying.

They had a son?!

Well, at least he didn't die in vain

T'challa jr. So cute <3 also, auntie Shurie, y'all!

[cosmicsage]

"If you will be Sovereign, see yourself whole, see yourself pure. See yourself in the Sacred Words, in the rainbows over the waters, in the branches and tops of the sacred trees… Put down your shield. Turn down your arrows, for you are the One to rise in Light. This Holy City is yours, its charms are yours, its history is yours. May the Blessings of the Holy One be with you, King!" - Lord KukulKan Image:   HDR photo of my 2012 visit to my Home, Beloved Chichen Itza

[theresah331]

Audible Sun Born

Sun Born : People of the Morning star (2) (North America's Forgotten Past, #23) by W. Michael Gear

Narrated by: Charlie Thurston

Charlie Thurston has a way of adding life to the characters words on the page. Its a way to bring out the nuances in the beloved story.

Sun Born : People of the Morning star (2) (North America's Forgotten Past, #23) by W. Michael Gear Sun Born, the second book in the eye opening new series featuring one of the most remarkable archaeological sites in North America will entice readers to learn more about its history and mythology. Cahokia was at its pinnacle over a thousand years ago, it a remarkable rise in trade and prestige would be the focus of Power and North American mythological Gods. The Morning Star is the reborn embodiment of the cross culturally renown Twin God whose influence and connection throughout the North American world laid the foundation of many of the cultures throughout North and Central America. His story of rebirth would spread far and wide and would gain interest in far flung places like Mayan empires. How would the two great powers of the prehistory world share their mutual mythology, and influence? What would be the outcome of these two Cultures colliding in a clandestine nova of subterfuge and intrigue? The internal conflicts within Cahokia is not prepared for the advent of a new Powerful players into the world. The the Four Winds clan, and its contenting conflicts within Cahokia and its neighboring communities are ripe for exploitation. Blue Heron has just the ex-husband who could stir up the entire boiling pot of power and conflict. Can the tenuous connections brought together to save Cahokia in People of the Morning Star find a solution to this new and contemptuous advisory? Can Seven Skull Shield, “that rascal” find a way to save his world, his friends and his people? Lady Night Sun Morning Star will face a new dilemma right on the heels of her new found freedom. Can she sacrifice her ideals, her prestige and her heart in a way that will bring Power into balance? Or will Thirteen Sacred Jaguar the lord of the Itza bring this magnificent city and its culture to heal, and making the Four Winds Clan Neal at his feet? Character List Morning Star/ Chunkey Boy: of the Four Winds Clan, the reincarnated Morning Star, the reborn leader of the Four Winds clan, is struggling with personal concepts of his own belief. He has found that power and prestige are not all they are reputed to be. The internal conflict within Cahokia, the Four Winds Clans, and the Earth Clans has worn away the polish of the Ideal. Lady Night Shadow Star: of the Four Winds Clan, eldest of the Morning Star’s sister. She is said to be a great beauty, and tempestuous young woman of remarkable abilities and passions. Finds that her heart has its own rules, and she is forced to choose between her people and the man she has come reluctantly to love. Clan Keeper Blue Heron: Keeper of the Four Winds Clan, a strong political leader of the Cahokia world. Her desperate love connections have come to haunt her again. She must face the insufferable heartache and retribution of her ex-husband’s advantageous return. Fire Cat: High War Chief , Red Wing Nation, slave of Lady Night Shadow Star. He takes an oath to protect Lady Night Shadow Star, but his oath has come at an enormous personal cost. Seven Skull Shield: thief, and trades man who is a loud, aggressive fighter, and the only possibility to stop the exploits of this invading horde of subterfuge and intrigue. He will find that his connections are frayde by his loyalty to the Four Winds Clan. Hunted and captured by his friends and enemies he must find how to help his new associates survive the coming of a new power to Cahokia. Tonk’tazi Wind: adviser and living sister to Blue Heron, one of the leading powers in the Four winds Clan. Meets with contingent and trade agreements with other nations. Nine Strikes: the Little Sun, hereditary second of the rulers of the Natchez. Killed in Cahokia after being honored by the Morning Star for his dancing and costume used at the celebration. Horn Lance: of the horned serpents house of the Four Winds Clan, Cousin of high chief Green Chunkney, Ex-husband of Blue Heron, exiled for his failed coup of the Four Winds Clan matrons, returned from extended trade adventures that lead to the Mayan civilization and the orchestrator of the massive contemptuous plot to overthrow the Four Winds Clan and rake havoc on his enemies. Thirteen Sacred Jaguar: son of the yitah Four Fire Shield, one of the multepal, the ruling brothers of the mighty empire of Chichen Itza. Come to Cahokia, to spread the jin the true history of the hero twins, and take this rural outpost to the heights of the Mayan empire. Lichen: Dreamer as a young girl went to tutor under an Wanderer, the keeper of the Tortoise bundle. Animal characters/ gods: Hunga ahuito: the two headed Creator eagle who dwelt above the Rainbow realm in the sky, about the middle waters of the earth, and the four realms of the Underworld clear down to were first woman lived in her cave beneath the roots of the world tree. First woman or Old-woman-who-never-dies: ruler of the Underworld lives in a cave down below the World tree’s roots. There she dreamed the patterns and Powers of the underworld. He realm was portage by the color red, indicative of fertility, creativity, war and chaos. She had dominion over the waters and plants. She is the daughter of Corn Mother, gave birth to Morning Star and his twin wild One. Piasa: the Water Panther giving it a female body with serpent tail; sometimes isn't directly named lest it be aroused. (America before the European Invasion pg 48) Piasa, a mythological beast/god that prowled the depths, attaching the people in the swamps and waterways. Horned serpent: the flying snake “ his voice is sibilant and terrible; Sunlight glistened in tiny rainbows from the scales that armored his skull. The horns that jutted from his head were forked and might have been made to translucent red jasper that almost glowed. Awesome crystalline eyes stared down at me in glittering splendor, like faceted quartz. And in their gaze resonated a Power that sent it waves through my souls. Chevrons dots and dark centered circles decorated the length of his huge body. Each consisted of a symbol of the first days drawn upon his hide by breath giver during the creation. Those mighty wings rose from the center of back and spread above in large patterned feathers almost transparent in the sunlight.” (description from Coming of the storm) Snapping turtle: to whom fish and frogs answered. Tie Snakes: who guarded springs, lurked in the depths of the rivers and invoked the rains, The Thunderbirds mythological gods who make thunder and show messages of the gods. Morning Star: the good twin, loved by his mother Corn woman and raised by Old-woman who never dies. Kukul: the powerful Kukulkán (also K'uk'ulkan or K'uk'ul-chon) is a god of Mayan mytholoogy. Kukulkan is known to the K’iche’ group of Maya as Gukumatz. The name Kukulkan means “feathered serpent”, like his Aztec equivalent Quetzacoatl. The text of the Popol Vuh tells of the Mayan creation myth, followed by stories of a set of heroic twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanqué. The text ends with the mythical history of the K'iche' Kingdom itself, giving its rulers an association with the divine.

[evita-shelby]

Prove it

Part ii

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He carries you like a sack of potatoes and then proceeded to toss you into the ocean.

You’re screaming obscenities as you swim to where K’uk’ulkan waits on the beach.

“I hate you.” You say as he shook out the sand on a forgotten beach towel laid aside and handed it to you. “I’m going to get a cold and its your fault.”

“You asked for proof, ki’ichpan.” He said with a smirk and sat on one of the wicker chairs beside the unused fire pit.

“You’re an asshole,” you say in response, and he laughed, not the angry one back at the hotel, but one that seemed more carefree, like they were friends even.

“So, you are the Feathered Serpent God?” you ask sitting down on the chair across from him.

“Named after him, I may have lied in a moment of anger.” He admitted almost sheepishly.

“So how did you get your wings, drinking a red bull?” you asked and he didn’t know what you meant by that.

The question ‘have you been living under a rock?’ dies on your tongue as you remember he is like 500 years old.

“I was born with them, actually.” He said stretching out his legs and his wings fluttered slightly for effect.

“Can I touch them?” you ask, letting your damned curiosity get the best of you again.

He makes an offended sound before outright refusing your request.

“Pretty please,” you add with a pout and batting your lashes.

“You don’t let people touch you like that on the first meeting.” He tries to put her off with logic and reason.

Logic and reason that doesn’t really apply in the age of one night stands and tindr.

“Eh, depends.” You say scandalizing him with your nonchalant tone and you make it all worse by pilfering two cheap bears from the ice chest beside them.

Some guests had rented the beach for the day, left everything out for them to clean up as usual. Luckily they had left enough beer to kill a horse.

Thank god for irresponsible tourists.

“Have one on me, Kukul.” You said offering him the second beer.

“If you can’t say K’uk’ulkan call me Namor.” He said as he accepted the peace offering.

“Mhm, I think I’ll keep calling you Kukul. You did toss me over your shoulder like a sáabukan yuumo'ob after all.”

“Well then, Sáabukan yuumo'ob, here’s to meeting you.” He said, teasing her as they clink their beers in a mock toast.

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 17

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Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @v3d3rl1cht @urgonnaneedabiggership

“They say yuum wants war with the surface.” Itotia is strangely quiet.

Her teenage daughter was brash and outspoken even in ways Eva had not been at her age.

Took after her husband in that, she thinks. That man was raised to believe himself a god and even age had not bothered touching some of his arrogance.

“The surface wants war with us, we are just ensuring we have allies.” Eva corrects.

Humanity was always greedy, when the Abrahamic God placed Adam and Eve in Eden they decided it was not enough and ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Even gods were greedy.

“By kidnapping the Wakandan Princess and the American engineer?” Itotia asked thinking it was a stupid idea. “Did yuum even think before he acted so stupidly?”

“Totia, watch your words.” Her mother warned. “The Queen of Wakanda refused to work with us and now we have to force them into doing as we asked.”

“Why didn’t you do it, mamá? Even yuum knows you are better at talking.”

Because I am dying.

If she could bring herself to say it, Eva would and stop this headache from turning into a full-blown war.

Then she sees it, the Black Panther tearing K’uk’ulkan’s wings from his ankles in a deserted island.

They fight, Eva feels her throat as dry as his in his weakened state and feels his spear go through her abdomen as if she were both contenders.

Shuri will not die, instead her technology allows her to make herself equal to Namor.

Namor who for all his strength and experience, has never fought someone who could bring down gods even without the vibranium flower.

“Mama, Na’, wake up!” Itotia cries as she holds her mother who is gasping for air and water.

For a brief second, the glamour falls and the girl sees the truth only for the Witch Queen of Talokan to rise from the cenote as healthy and beautiful as she always looks.

“Is Na’ dying, yuum?” Itotia asks after her father joins her at the edge of the water.

She was the most like him, in temperament and appearance.

For all her strength and invulnerability, she is still the little girl who would come to him when she had nightmares.

Eva’s death would hurt her just as his mother’s death did centuries ago.

“She is ill, but she is not dying. The Wakandans will cure her as part of our alliance, ki’ichpan.” Ch’ah holds his eldest, his firstborn child whom he met and loved even before she was conceived.

“You kidnapped their princess; how will they help us now?” Itotia looks at him in earnest, anger in her dark eyes because they both know Eva’s life depends on Wakanda and in her mind, he’s killed her already.

“She demanded to come here, your mother foresaw it and I acted accordingly, Itotia.” He answered disliking how quickly his own heir has turned against him.

She had changed after the chasquido.

His little dancer questioned him at every turn, thinking herself grown even if she was denied five years of growth and remained sixteen while her friends and her ba’al had matured into adults.

Why didn’t you avenge us, father? Why didn’t you fight Thanos like the Avengers did?

Were you too much of a coward to leave the ocean?

Two years ago, he had been faced with the truth, he cannot pretend the troubles of the surface no longer stay there.

To protect his kingdom, he had to sit on his hands and let the surface-dwellers avenge their fallen and try to fix everything.

His own people were loyal, but even then they questioned why their god and king had not fought for them.

Coward.

His own child, the child he met in a vision and sired on his throne had said then and said it now with her eyes identical to his.

She stalks off in her anger and Ch’ah Toh Almehen goes to his wife.

“Give her time, in kuxtal.” His wife looks better than she had in days, and yet the shadow of death lingers on her like a fine cloak.

Namor has lived alone for centuries and K’uk’ulkan ruled by himself for just as long, but Ch’ah Toh Almehen does not think himself strong enough to be in a world without her.

“She is right, you know, had I faced Thanos then you would not have been gone for so long.” I was a coward, he meant to say, but he could not make himself speak it aloud.

He was no coward, even if he had fought the Titan, his people would have suffered.

“It was not your destiny, the time will come when you join them, but it wasn’t then.” She extends her hand to him and he takes it gently, kissing it with the love and devotion he only has for her.

Whatever she saw made her melancholy, worried enough to send for him in the middle of a meeting.

Eva’s commands were never ignored.

His people knew their lives depended on what she sees, when he heard her calling to him, he knew whatever she has seen is not good.

“What did you see?” he asks, coming close, taking her face in his hands, and seeing the truth written there before she can voice it.

“War, you against Shuri, Wakanda against Talokan. If you do not yield to her---” her voice breaks off as a tear slid down her cheek.

She had seen him die.

It would not happen, of course, the Lords of Xibalba took pity on her and gave her a chance to outwit them like the Hero Twins did.

“Ye of little faith.” He tries to assure her, Shuri of Wakanda was too young, too grief stricken and lacked the one thing her brother had: the vibranium that made him the Black Panther.

“The cure to my disease is the flower, she will make it and take it herself as well.” Eva shook her head. “She will be as strong as you and she will tear off your wings even after you drive your spear through her.

Promise me, Ch’ah, promise me you will yield.”

He cannot do that, Shuri is a child. Like the Surface dwellers like to say, the devil is wise by age not for being the devil. Five hundred years of fighting and training have made him unstoppable.

Eva with all her magic could not come close to him, what makes her think a fucking child younger than their youngest daughter would be able to defeat him?

“What makes you think she can kill me? I am as powerful as a god, in watan, even if she were as strong as me, she does not have the experience I have.” He argues, softly in hopes she doesn’t move away.

Eva stands her ground and steps away slightly, making sure he is aware how dire the situation is.

“Your arrogance will be the death of you, Namor.” She warns and he knows she means it.

He hates it when she calls him Namor, he makes exceptions from time to time, but he loathes it when she goes against him like this.

First, Itotia now her.

“Tell me why I should deny myself the chance to die in battle?” he will yield, of course, he is not an idiot and knows too many people depend on him to let himself die.

Besides, if being defeated by a mere child of twenty is a shame amongst them, then being killed by one would dishonor his bloodline forever.

“Because I cannot live in a world where you are dead, Ch’ah. Because you have three children who need you alive. Do you need more reasons, because I have them, in wíicham!” she answers with tears, not caring if anyone hears them.

“I know you do, wàay, I will yield to her.” K’uk’ulkan relents without a fight. After a century, the king of Talokan should know better than to argue against her.

Notes:

Yuum: father/dad

Na': mom

In kuxtal: my life

Chasquido: the snap (technically its Le Chasquido

Ba'al: boyfriend, male companion

Lords of Xibalba: twin rulers of the underworld/gods of death, Hun Came and Vucub Came who in the Popul Vuh were defeated by twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanque aka the Hero Twins

[evita-shelby]

⚰️ is there any chance you’d bless us with any Eva x Namor fluff for your 666 followers-celebration? ✨

Thank you 😊

Father of three

K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Eva, oc from Of Gods and Witches. The leaked script claims that K'uk'ulkan is a title given to him by his people, Ch'ah Toh Almehen.

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The first two children had been predicted by that vision they had in the cenote.

It had been a strange and wondrous thing when the vision played out in front of him.

To know it had been true, that they had come to live that moment both had been worried might never come.

Itotia was nearly fourteen and Ixchel eight in Talokanil years, this had been the perfect time to have another.

“Itzamna, for a boy.” Ch’ah suggests as they enjoy a quiet moment together.

She wasn’t even showing yet, barely a month or so pregnant, and yet both had a clear image of the child in her womb.

He saw a boy, who takes after him like his sisters.

“Itza, for a girl.” Eva countered with a slight shake of her head. “Perfect for a little witch.”

She saw another daughter, a witch like her. He could see her too. Ears like his, all knowing eyes like her mother’s and a resemblance to his mother.

Itza after the same Chilan who served him for 243 years and held his firstborn and officiated his marriage to his wife.

Itza who helped make it possible for Eva to live like him, Itza who had used blood magic to bind a dying Eva to him and saved her life a second time.

“Yes, Princess Itza of Talokan.”

[evita-shelby]

Pregunta seria:

Would K'uk'ulkan be a good cook or a bad cook? 🤔

Like can he barely make a tortilla or can this guy make put your abuela to shame?

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches ch.15 preview

Cw: illness

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He tries not wake her when he returns, just tucks her under his chin and holds her like he has always done. His witch has taken to wearing her glamours to bed, he remembers a time when he’d rub away the enchantments that hid the scars left by her time as a soldadera kiss by kiss. She was vain, taught to see her beauty as a necessity, taught to cover anything that reminded you she was not the storybook queen you see. Now Eva used that to shield him from the truth. “How was it?” she asks still mostly asleep, but alert enough to tell him even in her weakened form, nothing gets past her. “I threw the helicopter around like a rock in a yúuntun.” The humans hardly proved to be more than a nuisance. Eva has always disapproved of his extreme measures, but she knew they were necessary. She chuckled at the imagery and settled with her head on his chest, Cha’h had missed her painfully those five years. For the better part of the past century, his witch was always within reach, even when they quarreled they had never been truly apart. Whenever she used to go to the surface he’d go with her, steal into her room like a thief in the night and relive their whirlwind courtship. “I will leave for Wakanda in the morning in yaakunaj.” He said softly and traced patterns on her back. He cannot see how her mysterious illness has affected her physically, but he can feel it with every touch. There are bruises, sometimes a rash and a certain fragility to her skin that was not there before. Just because he cannot see it, doesn’t mean K’uk’ulkan isn’t aware of what is going on. Eva had been fine before Thanos and his Snap. Complained about fatigue on occasion, blaming it on the anemia that lingered after her last pregnancy. Then when she came back, she did everything in her power to make sure he didn’t know about the mysterious visits and strange treatments she got from Talokan’s best doctors. A cancer in the blood, the head doctor had whispered weeks ago. Nothing is working, the treatments only seem to make it worse, they had said before he had dismissed them from his presence. But he needs to hear it from her, to have her admit she is sick and has been for the past two years. “So you know then.” She gave a defeated sigh and with that sigh the glamour dissipated.

[evita-shelby]

Arboles bajo el mar

Lit. Trees under the sea. Title is the same as the song in Black Panther:Wakanda forever

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One shots and other things about Namor and Eva that didn't make the cut in Of Gods and Witches

Father of three (K'uk'ulkan and Eva decide on a name for their third child)

Ts’iik (Eva decides to change up K'uk'ulkan's morning routine to his amusement)

Heartbeat (K'uk'ulkan hears Itotia's heart for the first time)

[evita-shelby]

An namor x eva meme for y'all

[evita-shelby]

Preview for chapter 20 of Of Gods and Witches

(Continuing because it appears Tenoch Huerta's accuser is lying (she blocked every journalist that wants to speak to her and one person debunked one of her supposed 'proofs')

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“You know what this means, don’t you?” Eva asks the queen once she enters the room.

Shuri wasn’t here yet, staying up all night trying to figure out how to make the plant grow from the fibers.

“We are prepared for such things.” Ramonda says ,clearly underestimating her enemy.

No one had faced one like her husband and his people.

How can you go against someone who could hypnotize your guards into opening every door for them?

“No you aren’t. Wakanda will suffer if you do not let me handle this.” Eva begins. “My husband has prepared his people for battle since he became king four hundred years ago.”

The only way to get him to stop is if she summons him and calms him down.

If anyone can get Namor to stand down, it was her.

“Wakanda would not survive this.” Eva, knowing fully well how easy it was to exploit the weaknesses the first time, has seen this place flooded out of existence.

Namor does not seek to conquer, he seeks to destroy.

“You do not know that.” The queen says just as her daughter arrived.

“I know him.” The witch cautioned.

[tgrailwar-zero]

... your mercy is much appreciated, Emperor Nero. As for the 'why didn't you summon me immediately' quandary, well. After our big mistake with Lucius, I think a lot of us wanted to avoid fumbling the bag again, so to speak. Not to mention Father Kotomine and Jaguar Warrior seemed like they were looking forward to getting a fellow Monitor back, but... it seems like you don't share the sentiment?

NERO: "Did I ask for your excuses? Or for you to barrage me with questions? And this nonsense… 'War Monitors', 'Origins', 'Priests'… and you all, begging me for information like this. You and this 'Solar Cell' are both causing my head to ache."

She had asked for an explanation, though pointing that out seemed like a poor decision.

Additionally, it seemed like unless she wanted to elaborate further, you may not get any much regarding her manifestation outside of 'she did it', in a manner as natural as breathing. Though her stance regarding the Solar Cell seemed readily apparent.

NERO: "And what's this about worrying about some other Servants? Am I not threat enough? Am I not important enough? My needs are exigent! Did I not declare you my Ensemble? And yet you dance to the tune of others? Should my punishment be harsher?"

CONSTANTINE: "And yet, their 'punishment' so far is simply you joining us. It seems like your mind was set from the beginning, wasn't it?"

Rather boldly, CONSTANTINE spoke up. NERO's expression wavered slightly, her attention focusing intently on him.

NERO: "Mmnn… that 'know-it-all' tone, why are looking as if you figured something out, Constantinus-- or, 'Constantinos', was it?"

CONSTANTINE: "Nothing, you're just a bit gentler than I expected. Or more discerning than you may act. As you said, crimes against the Emperor are a grave offense, and there's no shortage of Servants willing to undercut or slaughter my Masters."

…So this was her being kind? I guess comparatively, people have tried to kill you, so this was 'nicer'…

And, in her verbal tempest, she essentially just vented about her frustrations regarding your actions, and then essentially declared her intent to journey with you.

It seemed like she was someone who trusted her judgement and her judgement alone, for whatever reason. Traveling with CONSTANTINE and KUKULKAN, a king and a god, you felt the most pressure emanating from this Servant alone. While the two of them wore their 'doubt' openly, it seemed as if this Servant was almost devoid of the concept of 'doubt' altogether.

And for good reason- this was an Emperor of the Julio-Claudian Dynasty, from the era where 'Emperor' and 'God' were nearly synonymous. To many, trying to contradict the decree of an Emperor was like trying to argue with the rotation of the sun.

NERO cleared her throat, turning away from CONSTANTINE in a huff.

NERO: "Mm. Well, I have not forgiven them, so they should not feel relieved yet."

NERO: "Ah, yes! Those are the cheers I desire! My mood is already beginning to brighten! If you simply wish for more of my art, then ask, and I will indulge! My catalogue on the Solar Cell is sparse, but grant me the time, and I shall have a thousand scripts worth of beautiful artistry!"

It seemed like the best way to get on her good side was praise. An artist at heart, it seemed as if she could not deny any form of applause.

NERO: "The peak of artistry! Beloved by all! One who takes the stage, and has their crafts praised by their audience, immortalized forever!"

She declared, definitively.

NERO: "Unfortunately, I cannot share the next act, as I do not remember it. I do not recall what came over me when I first wrote it, just that I was truly pulling the artistry from my heart. My 'beautiful memories'. I wish to find them as well. Without them, it is like sailing through a fogged ocean."

She smiled, somberly.

NERO: "I was a Servant of the Lunar Holy Grail War... I know that, and I know I had a Master. We fought a good war together, against many opponents. Though now, their faces are all blurs to me. Even his. But I remember something, before our 'ending'."

So it seemed like she didn't have her entire set of memories back either. Perhaps more than the average Servant did when they were restored from an Origin, considering her outburst, but it was still limited.

Her expression grew dour.

NERO: "...I do not wish to talk about it right now, it makes my heart ache and my head hurt. I have just been summoned, and was in a pleasant mood. Am I not allowed my own peace for a moment?"

Abruptly, she expressed her desire to change the subject, moving on quickly. Perhaps that's something she'd be open to sharing later.

NERO: "Aha! Now that is a good change of pace! A splendid, beautiful vision indeed! Though that Avenger is a musician, you say? Then he simply has no choice but to join us! Welcome, my new composer!"

It seems as if AVENGER has been/is being conscripted to join your team.

Well, no point in arguing against an Emperor.

AVENGER: "Pardon?"

[cosmicsage]

A certain morning, just before waking up, Quetzalcoatl Kukulkan came and said : "Marco, let's go home " "Yes, let's go " I said Suddenly I was flying all across the Mayan jungle, side by side with the Master. Like an airplane approaching the runway, I saw my Beloved Chichen Itza pyramid. Now the Master and I became one and the same, and I entered through the top of "The Castle " I saw an inner staircase around the walls of a cuadrangular shaft. The walls decorated with figures of skulls. The highest step was made of a much finer material than the others. There I stood, on the edge, when I heard the voice within say: "We're ready to come back in " - Marco Antonio Gómez