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[ba-mi-soro-orisha]

Here's one of my big questions after the ending of Children of Anguish and Anarchy:

What the hell happened to the medallions??? Are Zélie and Mae'e free? Did the medallions leave scars? Do they live with these medallions forever? Do the medallions take over their life force eventually? WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE MEDALLIONS!?!?!?

Of course we're all wondering about Roën (and Harun), but that was my other huge plot question that was just not addressed at all.

[biblesergeant]

Atheist SCHOOLING Christians for 17 Minutes (DEBATE COMPILATION)

[eyes0p3n]

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IG: @staciemaee

[bruisedboys]

Aaaaand okay I swear I’m about to shut up but I know steve rogers is your bf and you’re slowly converting me so can I please request him with the prompt “you're blurring your words together, time for bed”? He’s just so. Bossy <3

HI MAEE omg I love you for this thank you!! also yep mhm I need him to boss me around. for science x join the celly!

steve rogers x fem!reader, 1.1k words

Steve comes home from his week-long mission bruised and exhausted, his chest aching for you. You’re all he wants after a week away. As much as he loves his team, you’re the only person he wants to see after spending seven days straight with Nat, Sam, and Bucky.

You’re not hard to find. He pushes the front door shut, and he’s shouldering his pack off when he hears footsteps from the hall.

“Steve?”

A second later you appear from around the corner, looking pretty as ever, clad in your flower-print pyjama pants and one of Steve’s old shirts. He grins.

“Hi, honey.”

You beam and throw yourself at him. Steve gets his arms around your waist and hugs you so hard he lifts you off the ground, your arms locked around his neck like a vice. He breathes you in — you smell amazing, the peach shampoo he bought you last week lingering in your hair, mingled with that soft lemony laundry powder you always use on your clothes. He’s so happy to see you he forgets to speak, until you fill the silence,

“I missed you so much,” you say into his neck.

Steve puts you down, grinning like a madman, hands greedy on your warm body. “I missed you too, sweetheart. Come on, let me see you.”

He steals his arm from around your waist and gets his hand on your jaw, encouraging you back. He holds you a few inches from his chest and leans away so he can look at you properly. You smile up at him, all sorts of pretty, your hair messy and your face all dewy like you’ve just washed it. He’s missed you so, so badly. He thumbs your cheek.

“How’d you get prettier while I was gone, hm?” Steve murmurs, and while he will admit to purposefully flirting, he totally means it. He imagined your face plenty of times while he was away, but it could never compare to how you look right now.

You flush. “Steve.”

Steve’s chest aches. He loves the way you say his name, all flustered like that. Egged on now, he doubles down. “Seriously, honey, it was only a week,” he says, feigning disbelief. “Can’t you give a guy a break?”

“Oh my god,” you mumble, and hide your face in his chest, hands screwed into the sides of his jacket.

Steve laughs, giddy with fondness. “Hey, that’s not fair. I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re hiding from me? Come out,” he says firmly.

You emerge then, still flustered, but your lovesick smile mirrors Steve’s own. Steve curves his arm tighter around your waist and dips down to kiss you on the mouth. You push up into the kiss like you were waiting for it, your lips warm and soft, tasting of mint. Steve, too eager and somehow still unaware of his strength, accidentally holds you so tight you’re forced up onto your tiptoes from the pressure of it. But you only hum against his mouth, content to be manhandled. Steve decides he’s never going on another mission again.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

When he pulls away, you’re flushed as ever.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say, but you make it sound like I love you, too.

Steve just grins. “Yeah, I know,” he says. “C’mon, let’s sit down and you can tell me about your week.”

He guides you to the living room, half carrying you. You’re clinging to his arm like a leech, seeming unwilling to let him go. Steve’s not complaining. He doesn’t want to let go either, not for a long time.

“Did you eat yet?” You ask him on the way to the couch.

Steve nods. “Yeah, babe. Ate on the way home.” He knew if he came home without having eaten, you’d insist on making him something, despite the late hour. Besides, Sam insisted on stopping for Mexican on the way back.

Steve sits on the couch and tugs you down with him. You end up sitting sideways in his lap, your knees bent up in front of your chest, looking like everything Steve’s ever wanted. He holds your waist and tries not to smother you right then and there. He wants to hear about your week, every detail.

“Tell me what you did this week,” he says, rubbing big circles into your back.

You smile at him, eyes crinkling at the corners, and press one hand to his chest. Steve’s heart thud thud thuds like it wants out. He’d let it jump right out and land in your hands, if he could.

“Okay,” you say. You push your hand up his shoulder to hold his neck. “So, after you left on Monday, I…”

You launch into an explanation of the week, sparing no details — you know by now that when Steve wants to hear about something, he wants to hear everything. Meanwhile Steve listens, half super eager to take in everything you’re saying, half mesmerised into a quiet lull by how lovely you look in his lap like this, your hand slowly trudging up into his hair as you talk.

You tell him about work, about how you went and looked at cats at the adoption shelter on Tuesday, about the new pasta recipe you made last night, and that there’s leftovers in the fridge if you want some, baby. He listens until you start to droop, your body slowly slumping into his chest.

“And then, yest’day I got the groceries,” you’re saying, your words slurring together at the ends like you’ve got a spoonful of honey in your mouth. “But they didn’t hav’any of that chocolate you like, Steve, so I went to th’store out by…by—“

You cut yourself off with a deep yawn, your shoulders rolling back languidly. Steve rubs your back.

“Honey,” he says, both amused and so, so fond.

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Steve gets his hand under your jaw and tilts you to look at him. You look like you’re doing a great deal to keep your eyes from falling shut. He pushes his hand down to your shoulder and thumbs your collarbone.

“You’re blurring your words together,” he tells you. “Time for bed?”

You frown. “Wasn’t finished,” you say, looking somewhat put out.

Steve laughs softly through his nose. You’re so cute he could eat you.

“S’okay. You can finish telling me tomorrow, yeah?” He strokes hair from your neck gently, his other hand pushing under your shirt to feel your warm skin. He spreads his hand over the small of your back. “You’re tired, babe.”

His touching seems to have the effect he hoped for — you practically melt in his lap, your shoulders going lax as you lean into him.

“Okay,” you say, compliant as putty in his hands.

Steve takes you to bed. He leaves you under the covers while he brushes his teeth and gets changed, assuming you’ll be asleep by the time he’s done. But when he slides into bed next to you, you reach for him.

“Missed you,” you murmur softly, pushing your arm across his chest in the dark.

Steve is so full of fondness he can barely get the words out, but he manages. “Missed you, too.”

[moonstruckme]

poly!wolfstar x reader or whimsical!reader would be absolutely wholesome Maee!! Love and hugs 💖 have a lovely day 💫

(to clarify I'm not the anon who mentioned wolfstar previously. I'm just a lovesick of these two lol. hope the request is ok! Sending good vibes your way✨)

Awh I love them so much! Thanks for requesting sweetheart, hope you have a lovely day too <3

cw: squished snail :(

poly!wolfstar x whimsical!reader ♡ 900 words

Remus comes home, juggling his umbrella with three drinks from the coffee shop down the street, to find you and Sirius kneeling outside your front door. You seem to be placing dead leaves in a circle around a wet-looking smudge on the ground.

“Um.” He steps under the overhang of your roof, adjusting his hold on the drinks to set down his umbrella. “What’s going on?”

“We’re surrounding the snail with dead plants so it can be nourished in the next life,” Sirius says easily. Like this is something he does often. “Watch your step, handsome.” 

Remus heeds the warning, stepping carefully around the circle and behind the two of you. That’s when he notices your clothes. 

For Sirius, wearing black isn’t so unusual. He knows it sets off his tattoos and comparatively milky complexion, and he loves nothing more than a dramatic juxtaposition. But you, Remus didn’t even know you owned clothes this colorless. Your dress is loose and flowy, an inky black that’s more of a contrast against your generally lighthearted disposition than it’s ever been against Sirius’ coloring. You look lovely as always, but like a dulled version of your usual self. 

“Are we having a funeral?” Remus asks carefully.

Your posture is slumped, droopy as a weeping willow. “Yeah,” you reply glumly. “I went to take out the trash, and I couldn’t see in front of me. I crushed them.” Your voice seems to quiet further at the end, some mixture of shame and mourning clogging your throat. 

“Them?”

“The snail,” Sirius clarifies. He rubs between your shoulder blades. “It was an accident, sweetheart.” 

You nod, taking in a bolstering breath. “A funeral feels like the least I can do to try to honor them after cutting their life short.” 

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you.” Remus kneels on your other side, ignoring Sirius’ sharp look when he can’t help a little grunt at the ache in his joints. He sets your drinks where they won’t get knocked over. “Maybe this was a very old snail, and you found it at the end of its life.” 

“I just hope they didn’t leave a family behind,” you fret. 

“I’m sure even if they did,” he says, reaching for his most reassuring tone, “their family would appreciate what a nice resting place you’ve made for them.” He pets the back of your head. “And that you’ve dressed up so nicely to say goodbye.” 

You turn your face towards the ground, and Remus notices a soft pout to your bottom lip. Sirius seems to spot it at the same time. The other boy lifts your chin to kiss at it sweetly. 

“Do you want to say a few words, lovely?”

Remus smiles over the top of your head at his softhearted boyfriend. Were it anyone else, Sirius would be making endless fun of them for creating such a fuss over a snail’s death, but because it’s you he’s in all the way. (Evidently, he’s learned his lesson after the time he squashed a mosquito in cold blood. You would hardly look at him for days until he apologized.) 

You nod, clearing your throat. “I hope you’re going somewhere with tall grass,” you say, “and lots of soft, wet dirt. And I hope this food gives you sustenance for the journey.” 

You mean the dead leaves, Remus supposes. He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sure it appreciates that, darling.” 

“And if you want to reincarnate as an elephant to step on me, I completely understand.” 

“Oh.” Sirius coughs. “Don’t we think that’s a bit far?”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees. “You’ve put yourself through enough already, that’s probably not necessary.” 

You look between your boyfriends, bemused. “I’m only trying to make things fair. I killed them first.” 

“I just think we ought to have a bit more faith in this snail,” says Sirius. “I doubt they’re out for revenge; they strike me as the forgiving sort. No need to relinquish yourself to an untimely squishing.” 

You frown. “I suppose you’re right. Snails don’t have very long memories anyway, so as a group they might not be very inclined to hold grudges…” 

“Exactly.” He gives your shoulder a loving pat. “Now, it looks like Remus has brought us something. Haven't you, handsome?” 

Remus gives you both a small smile, reaching for your drinks. “Here’s a coffee, and a tea for you, dove. Let’s get out of the cold and drink them inside, yeah?” 

“Okay.” You give the snail one last, speaking look before starting to stand. 

Sirius hurries to Remus’ side, forcing him to use the other boy for support as he straightens up, knees protesting. 

“Your hair’s all wet,” he murmurs. 

“I know,” Sirius gripes under his breath, but Remus can hear the fondness hidden beneath his grousing. “I figured you’d be upset if I let her go out in the rain to find her ceremonial leaves alone.” 

Remus chuckles and kisses his part. “I’ll make some soup before you both catch cold.” 

“She’ll only think it’s karmic if we do.” 

“No, not really.” Sirius hasn’t kept his voice quiet enough to avoid your hearing, and now you’re looking at him with an earnest bemusement. “It would be karmic if I got sick, but you haven’t done anything wrong, Sirius.” 

Remus tsks. “I think you’ve repented enough already, dove,” he says. “Let’s get you both dried off.” 

[sshnzsr]

JUST A BIKE RIDE

wordcount: 1.4k

warnings: smut, semi-public sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if I missed anything!

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The night air was thick with the scent of rain and gasoline as you stood on the empty street, the dim glow of a streetlamp flickering above you. Your breath hitched when you heard low rumble of a motorcycle engine cutting through the silence. Ni-ki pulled up beside you, his black jacket huggingn his frame, the collar turned up against the cool breeze. His bleached hair glowed faintly under the light and his sharp eyes locked onto yours as he killed the engine, letting the bike rest on its kickstand. He looked dangerous, like the kind of guy your parents had warned you about, but the way his lips curled into a smirk made your thighs clench.

“Need a ride?” He asked, his voice low and rough, like he already knew the answer. He patted the seat behind him, his glowed hand lingering there a little too long. You hesitated, your heart pounding, but the way he looked at you, like he wanted to devour you right there on the street, made your decision for you.

You nodded, stepping closer and he handed you his helmet.

“Hop on” he said, watching as you swung your leg over the bike, your skirt riding up enough to catch his attention. You settled behind him, your hands naturally resting on his waist, feeling the heat of his body through the leather of his jacket. He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “You’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that, baby.”

Before you could respond, he started the engine, the vibrations shooting through your core as the bike roared to life. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your chest against his back, your fingers digging into his abs as he sped off into the night. The wind whipped through your hair and the city lights blurred around you, but all you could focus on was the way his body moved with the bike, the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

Ni-ki took a sharp turn down a secluded alley, the bike slowing to a stop behind a row of abandoned buildings. The air was heavy with the scent of damp concrete and something darker, something primal. He cut the engine, the sudden silence deafening and turned to look at you over his shoulder. His eyes were hooded, predatory and you felt a sick heat pooling between your legs.

“Get off,” he ordered his voice rough with something that maee your stomach flip. You obeyed, sliding off the bike, your legs shaky as you stood on the cracked pavement. He dismounted too, towering over you as he pulled off his gloves, tossing them onto the seat. He stepped closer, his boots scuffing against the ground and you instinctively backed up until your back hit the cold brick wall of the building.

Ni-ki smirked, closing the distance in an instant, his hands caging you against the wall.

“You look so fucking good in that skirt,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing your skin.

"I bet you're soaking wet under there, aren't you?"

You whimpered, unable to form words as his hand slid down your body, rough fingers catching the hem of your skirt and yanking it up to your waist. He groaned when he saw your panties, the thin fabric already clinging to your folds, damp with arousal. "Fuck, I knew it," he muttered, his thumb brushing over the wet spot, making you gasp. "Such a dirty little slut, getting wet just from a bike ride."

He didn't give you a chance to respond before he was on his knees, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. He shoved your panties to the side, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool night air, and you moaned as he buried his face between your legs. His tongue was relentless, licking a hot stripe up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud just enough to make you cry out.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he growled against your pussy, his voice muffled as he shoved his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose pressed against your clit. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the red strands as your hips bucked against his face, the wet sounds of him eating you out echoing in the alley. He didn't care how loud you were, didn't care that anyone could walk by and see him devouring you like a starving man. He wanted you to scream, wanted the whole fucking city to know how good he was making you feel.

Your legs trembled as you felt your orgasm building, but Ni-ki pulled back just before you could come, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with lust. "Not yet," he said, his voice dripping with dominance. "I'm not done with you."

He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pressing your chest against the wall, your cheek scraping against the rough brick. You heard the clink of his belt as he undid his pants, the sound making your pussy clench in anticipation. He kicked your legs apart, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you yelp. "Stick that ass out for me," he ordered, and you obeyed, arching your back and pushing your hips toward him.

You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance, and then he was thrusting into you, hard and deep, filling you up in one brutal stroke. You screamed, the stretch burning as your walls struggled to accommodate his thick length, but the pain only made you wetter. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to move, pounding into you with a ruthless rhythm.

The alley was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans and his grunts mixing with the wet squelch of your pussy as he fucked you raw. Ni-ki was relentless, his cock slamming into you so hard your tits bounced against the wall, your nipples scraping against the brick through your thin shirt. "You like that, huh?" he snarled, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your vision blur. "Like getting fucked like a cheap whore in a dirty alley?"

"Yes," you gasped, your voice hoarse as he tightened his grip, his other hand reaching around to rub your clit in rough, messy circles. "Fuck, yes.. harder”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body convulsing as you came all over his cock, your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the pavement. Riki didn't stop, fucking you through your climax, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up," he growled, his voice ragged as he felt his own release approaching. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be leaking for days." With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. You moaned at the feeling, your pussy clenching around him, milking every last drop.

Riki pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of you, pooling on the ground between your legs. He smirked, giving your ass one last smack before stepping back, tucking himself back into his pants. You slumped against the wall, your legs barely holding you up, your body trembling from the intensity of it all.

He grabbed his gloves from the bike, slipping them back on as he looked at you, his expression unreadable. "Get yourself cleaned up," he said, his voice cold now, like he hadn't just fucked you senseless. "I'll give you a ride home."

You nodded weakly, pulling your skirt down with shaky hands, the reality of what you'd just done sinking in. But as you climbed back onto the bike, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you couldn't help but wonder what else Ni-ki had in store for you.

[mooutchi]

I see a lot of my friends and fav artists do this. And i though it was my time. Let me introduce you....

[In between echoes of wisdom and Tloz 1 , this "game" is either in the line , or another timeline. It could be the timeline of the broken kingdom.]

Peace had lasted in Hyrule for a long time.

Until one day , one decision led to another and chaos followed , spreading like wildfires through already scarred lands. This , is a story where the royal family didn’t survive...

But the people did.

They rose , citizens taking weapons against the throne. What followed was civil war. Bloody. Unforgiving. Gruesome. A kingdom turned against it's royals , with Castle Town at it's heart.

Now , the people hold the power. The new king ? A simple knight who rules alongside his son , forging a new symbol for New Hyrule :

A phoenix , shining with strength and rebirth. Leaving the royal blue for a personal colorn. The prince’s favorite shades of greens. Colors that spoke not of legacy , but of survival and love. Together , they began to rebuild as best as they were capable of. Brick by brick. Choice by choice. A new kind of kingdom , shaped by the people and not by different blood.

But not everyone welcomed this new order and laws. The Sheikahs were furious. A proud but already wounded tribe , now fractured from the inside. Caught between loyalty and rage. Some stayed loyal to their traditions and their ties to the royal family. Others broke away , forming a more dangerous , vivious side : the Yigas.

And in the shadow of a phoenix’s rise , still young and fragile , old wounds began to burn again. Making the echoes of civil war sound almost pathetic beside the disaster to come.

Something greater than men... greater even than goddesses.

HONESTLY IDK IF THE INTRO SLAPS LOL. Its the first time i tried to make a real introduction ((i didnt even maee one for linked constellation....sigh...)) so i hope its fine for yall

Worst of all...i didnt even put the whole intro...but i guess i will post the prelude fully one day -hopefuly soon , once im out of finals-

Hope you enjoy them because i sure doooo !!! ANYWAYS CLOSE UP !! :3

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✨Maee✨

i drawd myself i wanna dye my hair ginger soon😭

ginger ppl are soo cute omgg

[ba-mi-soro-orisha]

"Let us not forget from whose sacred fire we were forged! We are the daughters and sons of New Gaia!" -Mae'e, Children of Anguish and Anarchy, pg. 268

[persy-r-bozo]

i love playing around with krita!!!!!!!!

heres a MAEE!!!!

[eyes0p3n]

😍

IG: @staciemaee

[sofieemaee]

maee… you so sessy 😍

MWAHHHH

[enemylv1]

Why people expegt me to be smart? These words maee no sense

[aliceosemansolos]

Thought of the day: Why tf is sunscreen so slippery? (That shi maee me fall on my ass amd it hurt so bad 😭💀)

[moonstruckme]

hey maee! your version of remus is such a comfort- i metaphorically kick my feet and squeal every time it’s hurt/comfort lol. i have a weird(?) request so no pressure at all but could you maybe write one for doctor remus with a reader who easily spirals over health? like a tiny bruise appears on her arm and she’s genuinely scared it’s cancer kind of freaked out. and he just sits her down and explains whatever is going on in very simple words, because it’s obviously a regular source of anxiety?

Thank you for your request sweetheart!

cw: health anxiety

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 462 words

Your worry grows like a tumor as you scroll on your phone. Pigment, size, sensitivity, it’s all there. You twist your neck around, peering at the spot on the back of your arm. 

“What is it?” Remus asks from the other side of the couch. 

You turn back around, giving him an apologetic look. “I have this weird spot on my arm. Can you look?” 

“No, you’ll have to make an appointment.” If you weren’t already skilled at detecting your boyfriend’s deadpan sort of teasing, his little smile would give him away. He sets down his book and beckons you closer. 

“Joking,” he confirms once you’re near enough, kissing you softly on the shoulder. “Where is it?” 

“Here.” You show him, turning your back to him and trying to point. 

Remus hums, taking your arm gently in his grasp. “When did this show up?” 

“I’m not sure. I didn’t notice it until just a minute ago.”

He presses down lightly. “Does it hurt?” 

“Mhm,” you hum anxiously. “I read that skin cancer spots can hurt like that, and it’s sort of discolored and big too. Do you think that’s what it is?” 

For a moment, Remus is quiet. “No, sweetheart,” he says, “I’m fairly sure it’s not cancerous.” 

Relief and skepticism war in your gut. “Really? Why?”

Your boyfriend’s other hand coasts up your opposite arm, moving across your shoulder to settle on your chest. Heavy and grounding. “I think it’s a bruise,” he says calmly. 

“A bruise?” You turn your head to look at it again. Your neck is starting to ache from the strain. 

“That’s what it looks like. You probably only got it yesterday. It’s relatively small, did you back into any corners or anything like that?”

“No, I don’t…” 

“Think back.” 

You do. And when it comes to you, you want to hide your face in your hands. “Oh.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I hit it on the corner of a drawer yesterday.” Your anxiety starts to abate, embarrassment taking its place. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Remus lifts your arm a bit, slouching to touch his lips to the spot. “You only jumped to conclusions a bit. Are you still worried about it?” 

“No.” You scoot backwards until you’re propped against his chest. “Not now that I remember where it came from.” 

He hums, rubbing his hand over your clavicle soothingly. “I know you get anxious, honey. You’ve been doing better at managing it lately, though. I’m proud of you.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head. “Do you want a distraction for a little while?” 

You consider it, settling in against him. “Tell me what your book is about?” 

“Oh, that’s an hour-long distraction at the least,” he jokes. “How much do you know about Appalachia?” 

[romanlightman001]

 ANDThe Beatles | You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) [1970 edit] | True S...  BACKWORDS DECODED .......WE NUMBER THREE <3 >...REMEMBER FREE,,,,,YOU FINISHED......YOU NUMBER NEWEY <NUI> < NEOI>  <NUIT > <NEUI>...NUYE... REMEMBER ME.....NUMBER MAEE... YOU KNOW MA NAME  YOU NOW MAE MAIN.😁.. NUMBER ME...MAMBA MAE...😁 THE WORD ``NEW`` SOUND ALMOST THE SAME IN ALL EUROPEAN LANGUAGES, BUT THE BASIS IS THE SAME -  IT IS THE GREEK ROOT - <NEO> AS THE NAME OF THE MAIN CHARACTER OF KEANU <KIA...NU..NEU...NEO....NEWYE...NEOWEE... AS <NUY ...NY😁> . IN FRENCH, THIS WORD SOUNDS  LIKE NEWEY (IN ENGLISH TRANSCRIPTION) IS ASSOCIATED WITH SOME KIND OF SABOTAGE, FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING IT IS AN INFORMATION VIRUS - A BULLY, A PROGRAM CODE - A CHAMELEON OR A WEREWOLF.🐺THIS SONG IS A SAGA ABOUT  AN INFERNAL WEREWOLF 🐺👹🦊 THE SON OF CHAOS, AN ALARMIST, A PAN OF DATURA PLAYING THE FLUTE OF HUMAN HEARTS AND SOULS,STEALING HOPE, MEMORY, GIVING OBLIVION,HE`S TRYING TO TELL US  HIS NAME FROM NOWHERE AND THIS IS THE   CONTINUATION  AND ENDING OF THE SAME SONG <NOWHEREMAN>😁 RUSSIAN THE WORD <NUI - NOWE -  NOWYE >  IN CYRILLIC IS WRITTEN AS <НУ> + <И> OR IN ENGLISH <WELL> + <AND> OR <WELL>  + <THEN> , THE SEMANTIC CONNECTION OF WHICH MEANS <SO...?> , <SO WHAT?>, <WELL,WHAT`S NEXT?> OR,EVEN, THE EXPECTATION OF AN INDEFINITE,VARIABLE FUTURE WHICH CAN BE PURPOSEFULLY CHANGED BUT WITH A  QUESTION MARK AND AN UNKNOWN END.THIS IS A FUTURE THAT CAN TAKE ANY FORM,TURN,THIS IS AN UNFINISHED FORM OF A MULTIPLICITY OF ACTIONS,DEVELOPMENTS. THIS IS UNKNOWN, THAT CAN LAST INDEFINITELY, ALWAYS OR NEVER😁👍🔥<THEN AND NOW.> OR <NOW AND THEN>😁THIS IS AN OCCULT-MASONIC PHRASE DENOTING THE EXPECTATION OF THE APPEARANCE OF THE SON OF CHAOS AND LIGHT - LUCIFER-LUCY-LU-LUCILLE😁 BUT THIS WORD, OF COURSE, ALSO LOOKS LIKE THE NAME OF THE BIBLICAL PROPHET NOAH - NEHO - NEO- NOWEY- NOWAY- NEW-NOWY😁👍🔥 AND THIS IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT ..SO, UNDERSTANDING DEPENDS ON THE MEASURE OF YOUR DEPRAVITY, ENLIGHTMENT AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOUR FAITH!!!😇🙏🔥 THE LANGUAGE OF  MATRYOSHKA DOLLS  IS THE ONLY PROTO-LANGUAGE  THAT ALLOWS YOU TO DECODE ALL THIS GIBBERISH, AND, IN GENERAL, DECODE ANY CRYPTOLOGICAL REBUS OF A  LINGUISTIC NATURE WITH JUST ONE CONJUNCTION AND, WHICH ALSO SERVES AS A PREPOSITION, EMPHASIZING DOUBT AND A VAREABLE INTERROGATIVE INTONATION.. HALLELUYAHOPE.😁 OF COURSE, I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MYSTERY AND EVEN MORE BUT I WILL TELL YOU GUYZ ONE MAIN THING, - EVERYTHING WILL END WELL AND EVEN BETTER THAN YOU THINK  AND THIS, AS ALL CHILDREN FROM FAIRY TALES KNOW, IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. WELL YOU KNOW😋👍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥