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Meeting you (rrr story)

Rambheemjennysitaxdaughters story

Jaan and Johari are both pre teens here(sorry if the age isn’t accurate to the storyline and canon) and have a wild adventure meeting the young versions of their dads who are like supermen in their eyes. They get to meet them at their most vulnerable and learn more of their journey to who they are now.

JoharixJaan meet young rambheem(1920s) 

Jaan’s point of view

A chill ran down my spine as I looked around my surroundings suspiciously, something was up and I’m not sure if it was a good thing. My eyes scanned the trees and terrain they shifted warily with the breeze and my anxiety increased. 

“Chinnakka(Lil sister)” a voice said from above and I looked to see Malli swinging her legs from her perch in the trees nestled safely. 

“Hey, Mal akkai(big sister)” I called out.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” she asked as I approached her tree. I took off my dress and was left in my corset top, pants and boots. 

I climbed up and sat beside her, giving her a smile in thanks for extending a hand to help me up.

“Now what’s plaguing my Jaan?” she asked pinching my cheeks.

I smiled at one of many childhood nicknames I was given.

Shrugging I replied.

“I felt a change and it feels familiar can you feel it too?” she looked around and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it feels like when anna is here. Every time he enters the forest it welcomes him back.” she explains.

“ That’s what scares me Baba is with mama in her and daddy’s village tending to the other freedom fighters and restocking supplies. So how could it be?” I lamented worrying my lip. 

Before she could reply two growls filled the air we looked down to see bheema and raja stalking a small figure with curly hair. A boy! He was taking measured steps back keeping direct eye contact. I quickly climbed down with Malli calling out.

“Bheema, raja no stop!” 

Before I reached the bottom the boy ran and a switch changed in them they started off after him giving chase.

“No!” I screamed and raced after them I swung through vines and ran like a bat out of hell calling after them Malli right at my feet. They met at a grove where he hid giving us time to jump on the panther and tiger’s back distracting them. They tried to wrestle us off gently whining and whimpering.

“No that’s not good, you scared the poor dear to death. No goat for dessert and I'm telling baba” I scolded them getting out their way along with Malli. When raja stubborn like his namesake tried to jump on me he got hit on the head with a rock. 

“Leave them alone” a small voice cried and there was the boy out of his hideout and staring defiantly at the two cats.

“Little one please it's okay their my cats.” I said soothingly patting a glowering panther. I swear he’s really embodied daddy’s spirit and personality. 

“What’s your name, where are your parents?” Malli asked patting bheema who purred and preened at the affection. 

I assessed the boy he was dressed as a gond child and even reminded me of malli’s brother. His eyes are what got us. Wide and expressive just like mommy described all those years ago. With deep emotions and when I heard him say Bheem a chain reaction set off as I gasped. Raja and Bheema put two and two together. “Bheem” did too at their personality switch as the two big cats yipped and stirred in excitement. Geared up he bolted and they took off after him knocking us over. 

“Wait” I called after and ran after them again Malli rushed to catch up with us. I ignored my beating heart and sharp pain on my side as I crashed through the forest.

There’s no way but there he was now standing at the waterfall looking to jump. I rushed over a call of baba as he jumped. once raja and bheema lunged I did too, slipping and tumbling over the cliff after Bheem. Hitting my head in the process the last thing I heard was raja and bheema’s worried roars and malli screaming my name.

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#Power rangers

Rape / Sexual assault cw

Michael Copon who played lucas on time force was accused of sexual harassment by several fans at a con for one tree hill in 2018.

source: https://thorn-encompassed.rssing.com/chan-1766206/all_p3397.html

sophia bush’s statement: https://twitter.com/SophiaBush/status/979424151659151360?s=20&t=yhisf37VNHD6e0Z5AUkyCA

searching ‘michael copon’ + ‘con’ or ‘eye con’ brings up the various accusations made against him: https://twitter.com/search?q=michael%20copon%20eyecon&src=typed_query&f=top

https://twitter.com/search?q=michael%20copon%20con&src=typed_query&f=top

He was also accused in 2015 of assaulting several women when they were younger. The instagram post linked is one woman’s story with the comments showing a few others sharing their own experiences with him.

source: https://www.instagram.com/p/2kcf-CTDjZ/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Michael Copon is currently booked for rangerstop & pop in atlanta, please help to contact them so that we can keep these conventions safe and keep predators out:

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Rambheemjennysita au modern reincarnation

Summary

Jojo and Jaan are celebrating their birthday and finally, lift the ban on their house with their friend group for the big party their parents insist they have. Shenanigans and chaotic times ensue as the party progresses and Jaan finally reveals a secret she’s been keeping from her family even Jojo. Will the party end before the candles are blown or will the night end on a positive note?

Characters

Ramaraju

Bheem

Sita

Jenny

Johari

Jaan

Avan

Zayn

I’m taking volunteers as Jaan and johari’s friends for the story so comment and let me know and let me know who you want to be your face claim for the story and a little background on your personality.

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Please tag more people who I missed and let me now in the comments if you’d like to be tagged in more content.

Love you moots have a great day/night where ever you are. 😊

Rambheemjennysita headcanons reincarnation pt.2

- Ram and Jaan being chaotic/dramatic and having a teasing relationship.

- both teaming up to protect their sunshine family from harm and people flirting with them(especially bheem).

- Ram taking toddler Johari and Jaan to work and having his officers babysit while he’s in a meeting. Cue hilarious day of shenanigans and chaos as his little angels raise h*ll on the cops and criminals.

- Jaan and Johari introduce TikTok’s to rambheem and get them to do the wap or the renegade.

- everyone officially showing the world bheem is not to be messed with. They are the members of the bheem protection squad(with ram as president). When elections start and someone tries to kidnap or hurt him. The fam assembled like the avengers and f*ck sh*t up. While bheem is blissfully unaware of it.

- Johari and Jaan working overtime scaring off people interested in their parents. Absolutely done with having to beat ‘em off with sticks (literally). Then give their parents curfews and tracking devices on their phones after so many close encounters of getting into a marriage because their too nice.

- Jaan and Johari’s place being off limits to their friends because they always end up simping for their parents and doing everything possible to go over and stare at em/flirting with em. (Who could blame them have you seen them)

- family cuddle piles

- Johari and Bheem being the resident foodies/chefs every meal is amazing, fun, and new. They have whole recipe books that they’ll take to their graves.

- Ram and Bheem being the designated bag holders when the fam goes shopping. They have a contest on who can hold more without breaking a sweat so far Bheem’s the reigning champion.

- family movie nights

- Sita and Jenny pranking their husbands with nail polish, full makeup, and wigs etc. And posting the vids on their socials.

- Introducing anime to their parents and cosplays.(Comment which anime character/show you think they would like and cosplay)

Meeting RRR cast pt.1

- lots of double takes of how Rambheem and Charak look alike.

- Talking about their experiences/stories/truth

- Jaan being shy because she’s a huge fan of charan and tarak.

- Doing the Nattu dance between charak and rambheem.

- talking about their lives in The modern world

- Johari being a great big sister and getting pics of Jaan with her idols. Also instigating funny moments.

- Ram dragging(carrying) Jaan to talk to the cast and get out of her shell.

- Doing TikToks together

- Becoming friends and doing meet ups with the cast when their not busy.

- Roast sessions between Jaan and Ram(because she’s salty at him carrying her like the 5’2 gremlin she is) amusing everyone.

- Cast being cool aunties/ uncles to the girls and family.

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RambheemJennysita headcanons reincarnation pt.3

Bringing home lovers pt.1

- Johari brings the most cause Jaan still has issues with people.

- Jenny and Sita give an sweet but deadly shovel talks.

- Bheem grills em until he’s sure their good for Johari and offers them food.

Jaan and Ram form an alliance and scare the life out of potential suitors. They know their social security, blood type, etc. they stalk them on their dates. And forever have an burning glare(ram) and freezing look(Jaan) in their eyes.

- When Jaan is found to have a secret admirer everyone’s alert. Bheem and Johari maybe the unspoken babies of the group but Jaan is the official. G-d help anyone who hurts the baby.

- When it’s the girls shared b-day(feb 14 😉) their ban with their friends are finally lifted for the party and the admirers exposed. Chaos ensues.

- Both girls are trained in singing and dancing Jaan Dan icing more than singing. They help teach classes at Their mummy’s(Jenny)school.

If you could help I need a secret admirer suggestions and Johari’s fiancé suggestions and if you would like to play a friend of the girls em me or comment on this post your Character name etc.

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Ubasti Wakanda forever

Hello hope fellow nashuri and black panther fans in general enjoy this story if the characters are a bit off to canon please let me know and I will fix that. Please also share, comment, and like below. Without further ado…

Chapter 1: Dreams

-Shuri-

I felt listless as I continued my journey to where I didn't know. This feeling has been a constant occurrence in this world, just as I am when not in this deep rem. I felt like being on the ancestral plane, but there was no usurper cousin or old black panthers to welcome me. No baba, no mama, no…T’challa.

But there was the familiar blu purple sky. The forest now led to a building, A Pyramid. Surrounded by desert sand and cat statues emboldened the structure's vibranium and ancient style.

A panther, small and wide-eyed stared at me as I stopped at the entrance. The cub had a mischievousness to its eyes, its challenge piqued my interest.

As the cub darted inside, I moved after the cub taking glimpses at the texts in Wakanda, Egyptian, and other African dialects on the walls. The constant image was always cats. I reached out after the little panther.

'Wait' It ran faster. Bast, help me.

I sped up until I saw the cub stop at an entrance. I slowed down and knelt before the cub coaxed it into my arms cooing at it.

“Why did you send me on that chase ehn” I petted it as I got up, mindful of its claws. I looked into the room to see the sight of more cubs sleeping, playing, and cuddling with a panther. I walked in cautiously, to not startle or provoke the panther.

I was in awe of the panther, it looked different from the cubs. The panther was big, bigger than any adult panther ever seen, and it had a white coat rather than signature black. Its eyes had a galaxy color purple with hints of red as it looked over its cubs.

As I got closer, I noticed some cubs were not just panthers. They were cheetahs, tigers, pumas, lions, jaguars, and some domestic cats. Two particular cubs clung to her side. A jaguar and a panther seemed to be brothers. Their dynamics reminded me so much of N’jadaka and T’Challa. The Jaguar is bold and extroverted and the panther calm and recluse.

The white panther finally noticed me, or rather I noticed its stare. The panther cub in my arms squirmed until I released it and ran over to the mother. The panther got up and approached, its body slowly changing from a stalk to a human gait as the white panther transformed into a woman. She picked up the cub and addressed me.

“Welcome Shuri, my cub you've had a very tiring few days. I know you feel lost this was not a mantle you chose to claim along with the role of queen. But my cub I need you to be strong for these next few days ahead. I’ll be with you soon.” The woman gave me a reassuring smile and nodded.

The listlessness lifted and the fog cleared as I woke up. I would later write it off as a dream or hallucination, but one thing was sure that woman, that Panther was Bast. The same Bast From stories and legends she is real?

Dream over

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I woke up in a sweat confused and yearning to know more. The whispers of the woman/panther latched to my mind.

‘I will be with you soon my cub.’ ghosts of fur and a warm embrace on my skin.

‘It’s just a dream…a recurring one but a dream nonetheless. There must be an explanation.’ I put aside my racing thoughts and started the routine I’d made with Toussaint and Nakia.

Since my abdication from the throne and Wakanda, Life has been quiet. My days were filled with my nephew's laughs and banter. Days of me teaching him all I know, satisfying his natural thirst and conquest for knowledge.

I have found a sort of peace being here, planning all I can about the issues of Talokan, Wakanda, and the U.N. Along, with my imminent role back home, I try to avoid it. I am more focused on my role as head scientist and the black panther. The throne has a king already.

As for the U.N., my plans were ready to be initiated in accomplices of the alliance. Wakanda will find a way to shift the blame as it all comes back to what the world wants Vibranium.

I dread seeing Him or talking with him after everything. I can avoid him for only too long until he starts snooping. It'll be a cold day in the ancestral plane if he finds out about Toussaint.

“Usisi what are your plans for today that you're going to miss our trip?” Nakia asked breaking me from my thoughts. I looked up from making my second coffee this morning. She was dressed in a nice mustard sundress and flats with a hat and bag in hand(The outfit Lupita wore in her zombie movie). Toussaint came in dressed in a casual suit.

“Yes Udadobawo(auntie) please come with us it’ll be so fun” he pleaded as he hugged me.

“Sorry, umtshana(Nephew) but I have some work to get done as soon as you come back you can tell me all about it just have fun for the both of us okay.” I hugged him back holding him close.

“Okay I promise Udadobawo(auntie)” he said and went out to the car. Nakia approached me with a concerned look.

“Are you sure you can’t hold it off? You can’t be holed up in your lab all the time” She asked gently settling a hand on my arm.

“I’m sure and I won’t be long I’ll go to the market to run errands and I’ll also go for a swim I’ll be okay” I assured her.

She stared into my eyes searching until she finally relented hugged me goodbye and left. I listened closely as the door closed and the car finally drive off. I grabbed my coffee and went to my lab a few feet away from the house on the beach. I entered my workspace the mini-lab had pictures of cat statues, different texts in Egyptian Coptic, and Wakanda legends on a whiteboard and monitors.

I saddled up to the computers and prepared for the last hours of research until the ritual to enter the realm I saw her in.

“Okay, Bast you’ve come to me after so many unanswered prayers and left no clues except one why?” I spoke staring at a picture of the goddess down along with the way I could contact/pray to her beside it.

“This better work I don’t have much time’ I thought as my eyes skimmed the screen.

Hope you liked it I will be posting chapter two either later tonight or tomorrow. Also again here is the bast she sees in her dreams.

Also please send live interest for bast I know she’s married to Ptah like sekhmet is but in this fic their legend is them being twins or so and later being derived of being one and the same person. So Ptah is more a brother in law to her then husband.

Chapter three: panther goddess pt.2

-Shuri-

In Wakanda, when the five tribes fought for control of vibranium the first black panther and king Bashenga received a vision from Bast, which led him to the heart-shaped herb. It granted him the power to become the king and the first black panther.

There were many other legends and religions when it came to Bast. When a man‘s soul reaches the afterlife they're brought by Bast and Sekhmet to a mythical green valley where he can run freely and be in peace for all eternity.

She is also known as an ennead who alongside Thoth, Kokou, Mujaji, Ptah, and Nyami are the orishas(Yoruba/African deities). Bast inherited her father Ra’s life-giving solar heat making her a fertility goddess and Sekhmet inherited Ra’s fiery destructive fury.

In Egypt, the city of Bubastis(lower Eygpt) and Memphis(capital) worshipped bast and she was known as a goddess of pleasure, dancing, and music. Also the goddess of the home, domesticity, women’s secrets, cats, fertility, and childbirth. In her lore, she was associated with the eye of Ra(The all-seeing eye) which played a part in her birth. She was also known as the distant goddess(a female deity who leaves Ra and returns to bring transformation).

Bast name comes in many forms such as Bastet, bsst, Ubasti, Ubaste, etc. They were speculated to mean “She of the ointment jar” as she was associated with protection, protective ointments, perfume, and sweet smells(associated with Nefertum who was thought to be her son).

Her offerings consist of Cat statues and pictures, Sweet liquids like wine, honey, milk, perfume, in the form of salves, beer, and whiskey, catnip, fish, a sistrum to ward evil, red candles, moonstone, tiger’s eye, and mint.

The random information poured through my mind melded together in a mindless mumble I pity anyone who would read my thoughts and facts in this time-constricted moment. As I got out my items and looked them over in contemplation.

‘This has to work if I don’t get answers soon my mind might explode and I’d have gone completely crazy given everything.’

I stepped aside and looked at my work I created a space/altar to reach her and get my dreams clearer. With a bit of science, I constructed a strain specifically of the new herb to get a connection to the ancestral plane and pinpoint her location here goes.

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A few hours later

I looked at my handiwork I made a decent altar with a statue of bast egyptian avatar and one of wakanda’s depictions of her. I laid the forementioned foods and perfume before it and place some candles in a big circle around me.

“Alright let’s do this Bast…please see this” I sat down and uncorked the strain of the herb.

‘If this works I’ll finally be able shove it in the elders face that the girl who lacked tradition pulled off a meeting with our god scientifically with a dash of tradition point shuri.’ I thought in anticipation as I felt the effects immediately. I got into a meditative position and said the prayer.

“Panther goddess bastet hear me now I seek counsel”

I sat in dread please work please work. My vision soon started to blur and change a flickering of two realms my place in haiti and the ancestral plane.

“I am here now daughter of the golden tribe” I felt that warmth once again and a blinding light filled my sense my soul trajecting into the ancestral plane.

My vision finally cleared and I found myself in my lab in wakanda and instead of being dressed in white clothing I wore something akin to my track suit. Ehn what is this.

“Hello little panther” the voice said and my head snapped in the direction to see Her.

Dressed in an traditional egyptian garb she stood poised in welcome purple red eyes gleaming. Bast.

I could have fainted, my mind racing in probabilities of how it just couldn’t be. She was not real her appearance a ruse, illusion but there she was The panther Goddess Bast.

‘What should I say Hello, my goddess, took you long enough’. I contemplated the last one mother’s and the whole of wakanda’s voices echo in my mind in a reprimand of Shuri.

If Bast didn’t smite me for the slight disrespect mother would have clawed her way out of wherever she was with our family in the royal wing of our afterlife to do it herself.

“Why my lab? Last time we met we were in your…home?” I opted to say instead.

“I wanted you to be comfortable in a setting your used to for this. It’s nice to meet my new panther and ward”. Wait, ward.

“As part of the mantle a part of my soul shadows you as my duty”

yo being black and depressed is hard as fuck. being black with anxiety is hard as fuck. being black with a chronic illness or disability is hard a fuck. everybody expects you to be ‘strong’ at all times and no one sees black people as complex or nuanced enough to be capable of suffering. no one ever thinks we could possibly need help. and if you’re a black woman, the moment you stop thinking about others and try to tend to yourself you’re a selfish lazy ungrateful bitch.

support black people, esp women, who need help. don’t just call us strong or tell us we’ll get through it, help us. protect us. uplift us. allow us to be beings capable of suffering. give us the same space you’d give white women to express our pain and be there for us like you would for anyone else. 

Please someone make an edit to this vid refrence this is so them😂.

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Hello fellow nashuri moots hru hope your having an good end of the month. I have received so much likes and comments on this story. I’m so grateful for the your continued support and sharing. Without further ado chapter five.

Chapter 5: Bubastis

~Shuri~

I felt for the first time an urge to not be right yet we are. I was right Bubastis was all old tombs and desert.

“Griot, can you scan any other life or town around here?” I asked walking around.

“Scanning Princess” he replied.

I leaned against a pillar tired and frustrated we’d been here only five minutes and I was ready to go home. The emotional and mental weight on my shoulders added more additional pressure to my stress.

I’ve been scammed and bamboozled.

Before I could start going on a rant about how Bast would have to catch these hands and how I wanted to throw her in a vat of hair remover so she could look like that cat from cats and dogs the revenge of kitty galore.

“Princess in one of the tombs there is an sign of an oasis.” Griot cut into my sacrilege plans and revenge.

“Which direction?”

“Behind this temple”. I turned and entered the temple with statues of intact and eroded depictions of cats.

I delved deeper and found a crypt with a gold mask of a cat in the middle of the room a doorway in the middle of it open. I felt the humidity and a bright light ebbing from its cracks.

I carefully stepped through the room wary of traps and such. I slipped through the crack in the door and shielded my eyes from the light.

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The door quickly slammed closed behind me and before I could panic I came to the sight of a giant oasis. The water is clear and the air is similar to Wakanda’s. the trees and crops outlining the banks of the river.

I readied my black panther suit ready for whatever came next to tear away this serene scene and stepped more into the mysterious oasis. I turned to my left and couldn’t believe my eyes. There lay a big city with beautiful architecture and signs of vibranium in the buildings.

I stumbled as two kids ran past me giggling.

It motivated me to move to enter the vibrant area. A bustling marketplace hummed in the familiar tune of bargaining, calls of sales, and orders being given.

I looked around in awe at the place and its liveliness. There was a thrum that brushed over me in care. No doubt Bastet was here, her followers had her depicted in their architecture and clothing a sign of her ingrained in every person.

But who out of all of them is really her? She said she could be a man, woman, or child and appear at any age but what makes her distinct?

“Griot any supernaturalness in anyone here other than me?” I asked reaching the square of the city and looking around.

“There is a faint trace calculating” I let out a frustrated moan and plopped down on a step.

‘So much for coming to me’ I rolled my eyes.

I took out my flask of water gulped down the cool drink and took a moment to observe and cool down. I smiled at the kind people who had started to approach and started to strike up a conversation. Some tried to get me to buy something or just gave me items and food for free.

A few hours later

The children took a shine to me as well urging me to play some soccer games and other games with them. The time slipped with each interaction until I was caught up in a conversation with a musician.

“How do you like Bubastis so far?” she said handing me some juices to try as we continued marveling and talking about the beautiful city and people.

“It’s beautiful I haven't seen a place like this anywhere else other than home(and talokan)” I replied sipping and humming at the sweet taste of the coconut and melon juice.

“Oh, and where is home?” she asked.

“It is like here the air is crisp, the water is clear and clean and the people are lively, and even when we fight we still forgive and grow and love each other.” I reminisced.

“Sounds wonderful I wish I could see it someday” She replied and before I could say something in response the children swarmed her and I.

“ ‘basti, ‘basti please do music for us please” they begged and we both laughed fondly at their eager pleas.

“Alright, alright my cubs I’ll make music for you what would you like me to play.” She asked turning to her guitar case and bringing out a guitar. And other musicians surrounded us ready to play.

“Sing a song from Nigeria”

“No no, sing a song from south africa”

“No, do an international piece we loved your singing from other continents they sound so beautiful coming from you ‘basti”

“Okay, little cubs how about I perform a song from India hmm” They vibrated with energy and nodded excitedly.

She said something in Coptic and the musicians started playing a serene tone. The singer started vocalizing, moving around and serenading the crowd.

I quickly glanced at Griot's report and saw she was nearby. I scanned the crowd but saw no one resembling the goddess from my dreams.

Drums rang in the air catching my attention again as dancers started to appear out of nowhere in time with the beat and ‘Basti stood in the middle. What.

The video of dheera dheera from magdheera

She sang and danced with the mystery people and looked like a moving work of art her movement was flexible and graceful almost like a cat.

No way ‘basti, Ubasti, Bast.

She started changing forms she grew a bit taller and her skin formed a galaxy pattern. She formed ears and a tail and her irises slit to that of a cat the man who performed the duet with her was mystified and put even more effort into their performance.

“First time seeing Ubasti perform” a voice cut in and I turned to see an older woman sitting beside me.

“Yes is she…”

“The goddess yes”

“How did I not notice,” I asked turning part of my attention back to the goddess.

“She only exposes herself when she performs for the kids, they are the only ones who don’t fear her form and make it more comfortable seeking her.” exactly as she instructed someone will lead me to her, and then she would find me.

“It’s been a tradition since her birth that she performs for the people she sings, dances, and plays with us. Our days never result in anything but joy.”

The performance ended in cheers and joy like the woman said she hugged and playfully chased the children. She finally turned to me and all the people appeared behind her in a bow.

“Welcome princess Shuri to Bubastis sorry for the long wait my panther,” The woman said her voice a bit deep, mature, and smoothed like caramel and honey. Her eyes were a galaxy purple sparkling in excitement.

“You are really real, this is really real.” I breathed out taking everything once again.

“Yes, Princess Shuri and thank you for being patient with me and my people. They haven’t seen anyone in the outside world before and begged me to let them entertain you a bit before I sought you out.” She apologized with a sheepish smile.

“I-It’s okay I enjoyed their company” I stuttered standing up with an incline of my head in thanks.

“Ready?” She asked placing her palms out in time for our ritual. I nodded and placed my own a bit hesitantly in hers. The tattoo on my arm tingled and glowed a similar one appeared on her arm.

My mind was engulfed in magic as an image of an infinity sign and ankh formed and sealed together an even deeper mind link forming between us.

“I am you and you are me,” She said in finality. It was finally official.

The oasis immediately started to change time went faster and the door appeared opening revealing the tomb and the sleeping form of Bast’s body holding an ankh and sistrum.

The bast with me let go of my hands and went over to her people and did the signature wakandan greeting.

From what I now observe and found to be how the Egyptians buried their dead. They returned it with a few tears. A sign that her leave from this world a big affect on them.

“I love you my cubs” she said in Coptic love and care in her tone.

After the tearful goodbye with a couple hugs from the children she went I’ve to her body.

“My people want to say goodbye to you princess you’ve made a great first impression” she threw over her shoulders as she past me, climbing into her body.

I turned to the city people who were greatly cherished by her. To see them waiting to address me and once again bowed in farewell.

The crowd got up from their second bow with a smile, some calling out goodbyes, and others mostly waving to me and giving the wakandan greeting in respect to me.

They all slowly started to disappear with sand and wind. The shadows of cats run away into the changing scenery. One of the kids who played with me named Ife called out.

“Please come visit again princess” her smiling form whisked away with the wind and a tiny kitty running to follow the others.

I went through the portal door the warmth of the oasis leaving me. Now that I’m back in the tombs I am faced with a graveyard with gold statures in my wake.

“They were…”

“Dead”

I turned to see her now awake the ankh and sistrum tattooed to her arm along with our matching mark. She looked almost human.

Her eyes and tattooed face were an indignation of her otherworldly powers.

“Yeah, they were my first-ever followers since my creation they have allows held a special spot in my heart. After their death thousands of years ago they used to care and love for me living. I wanted to return the favor. Creating this part of the duat for them to spend eternity”

she continued coming out of her crypt.

The goddess brushed sand and dust out of her hair and body accepting my hand up.

I sighed resigned that I would be returning back to Wakanda and in turn seeing Namor once again.

We got out of the tomb to my aircraft an air of silence mutually settled between us in a break from all the magic and supernatural events. I really needed ten bottles of palm wine now that my fate has been set in stone.

“Griot set the air craft course for home” I ordered.

“Setting course for wakanda princess”