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indianaclems · 4 months
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Morning Routine
With the little one waking them up at night they are inevitably a little disoriented.
It's very likely that Raya confused baby formula and coffee for her wife.
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(Namaari is a police officer and Raya is a private investigator, sothey sometimes compete on investigations but it isn't uncommon for them to help each other to fight crime, Raya sometimes uses unconventional methods which earns her reprimands from Namaari (but secretly they cover up her misdeeds))
Also :
Atitāya visibly in need of coffee and Namaari comes at work all fresh and dashing
-Atitāya: I envy you for having so much energy, what is your secret
- Namaari: I had my best night in a long time
- Atitāya: it helps
- Namaari: I managed to sleep 1h30 including 30 minutes straight 🥹
- Atitāya : remind me to NEVER have children !!! 😰
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teabeeart · 2 years
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Atitaya following Namaari chase down Raya the past 6 years be like:
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shy-peacock · 2 months
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Have a sneak peek at A Story Told Before's next chapter.
(They are four years old y'all- and a bit bratty XD)
Atitaya was diligent with her foraging, whereas Raya and Namaari mostly played. They helped, for sure, but it was never long into the morning before one of them had gone and made a game of something, causing the other to follow right after. Which, most times, ended with them fighting. Sparring, yes, as was one of their lessons…but also actually fighting.
“Get off!” Namaari huffed, slamming her hand down angrily against the dirt.
Raya smiled ear to ear, refusing to budge. 
“Say please!”
“NO-..MOVE!”
“Say please…”
“Ugh..fine…please!”
Raya shrugged, giving her a wicked grin.
“Nope.”
“ATI!” 
“Raya..”
Their mentor didn’t turn from her work, sitting at the water's edge as she fiddled with the nets here. They had become tangled and she was focused on the knot she had to undo- however, she did raise an eyebrow up as if she were looking at Raya who was sitting on Namaari’s back then. Pinning her down only by sitting on her, refusing to budge after their sparring turned into a loud wrestling match instead. Namaari, as usual, always seemed to wind up losing with Raya sitting on her back to keep her down. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough to push her up and off her, hence the reason Atitaya always had to step in.
“What-..” Raya pouted, “I didn’t do anything..”
“You won’t let me get up!” Namaari shouted back.
“It’s not my fault you’re too weak!”
“It’s not my fault you’re too FAT-”
“I am not-!”
“Tell that to your BUTT-”
Raya gasped, her face scrunching tight in her anger.
“ATI-..SHE CALLED ME-”
“I heard-..” Atitaya sighed, “both of you need to get back to work.”
Raya folded her arms, truly pouting now. But she stood, stepping over Namaari as she stormed away. Namaari got onto her knees and turned to see Raya climbing up one of the trees surrounding them, quick as if it were the simplest thing to do, refusing to stop until she was high up within its branches. Staying there, pouting still, as she ignored the two of them on the ground. 
“Hey, you can’t just sit up there-!” Namaari began, only to be cut short by Atitaya.
“Leave it be, Namaari.” 
“But-!”
“You worry about you, let Raya have a few minutes to calm down.”
“But she-!”
“Namaari..” Atitaya stated, her tone warning, “leave her be.”
Now it was Namaari’s turn to pout, stomping over to her mentor and sitting down at her side. Folding her arms with a huff, practically feeling the heat escape her ears as she stewed in her anger. Even moreso when Ati chuckled under her breath, finding Namaari’s fit cute instead of taking her seriously.
“I don’t know why you two fuss at each other so much..” she chuckled, “like an old married couple or-”
“Gross.” Namaari spat, forcing her face to look as angry as she could possibly make it.
Ati gave her a sideways glance.
“I mean to say, you two are very similar..the same side of the same coin,” she stated, “you shouldn’t fight as much as you do.”
“She started it!” Namaari whined.
“No-..you did!” Raya yelled down, her voice echoing from the trees above.
Before Namaari could say anything back, Atitaya was quickly getting her attention again.
“It’s not about who starts it.” she said, loud enough that Raya could hear, “it matters how you fix it.”
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snorlax891 · 2 years
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Inspired by @moon-spirit-yue and the eternal suffering of Atitaya. XD Raya: *whispers* Hey ‘Maari? Namaari: *whispers back* What is it my love? Raya: What’s the opposite of an Onion? Namaari: I don’t know. What? Raya: *grinning like a fool* An Onioff *mad cackles* Namaari: *laughing in whipped lesbian* That was hysterical, Dep La. You’re so funny. *tenderly stroking her cheek* Raya: I know right? *smirking* Atitaya: *tied up on the floor* It is three in the fucking morning! PLEASE go to sleep! Raya and Namaari: *aggressively making out* Atitaya: *sobbing* 
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iwritesmuttyfics · 2 years
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Me looking at my works:
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😭😭😭 what am I doing?
(Sevika isn't RATLD.. WHAT 😂 she is haunting meeee. I SWEAR SHE RUINED ME)
Edit: THIS IS ALL SMUT AND CONTAINS LONG FICS.
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animalgirl225 · 2 years
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Rating: Teen +
Summary: Raya is visiting Fang when she and Namaari learn that a large predator is terrorizing the outer villages on the mainland.
Characters: Raya, Namaari, Virana, Atitaya, Wahn, original characters
Chapters: 1/?
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aplacetosharemyfics · 2 years
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Are We Still Enemies : Chapter 1
Namaari was tired. It was a long day, longer than she would have prefered. But her mother had insisted on the training continuing until she could no longer move. Even then she was only given a few minutes lying panting on the ground before she was expected to follow her mother to the dining table. 
As Fang’s land had shrunk from the attacks from the Druun, the population had also shrunk. It became custom for the Chief and her daughter to have meals together with the soldiers, to celebrate the work they put in defending their great land. And soon the soldier’s families joined, and so on until meal times became a crowded noisy affair with the entire tribe packed into a single room to eat.
Namaari was often late. In some parts, it was in the hope that some of the people had finished and left. But it was mostly to prevent two spots from being available for her to sit next to her mother. Unfortunately, for today, someone had been kind enough to save them both a seat. 
“General Atitaya.”
Her mother greeted the leader of the army, gracefully lowering herself onto the offered cushion. Namaari suppressed a sigh as she joined them. The offer meant the meal would be waylaid by military talk. 
All in all, this meant as she climbed the stairs towards her tower-top bedroom, she could barely keep her eyes open. What she really wanted to do was to collapse onto her bed. Which she did. Thankfully. 
There is something about being so tired that you desperately want to sleep that prevents you from sleeping. Namaari had lain, collapsed, on her bed for over an hour before turning onto her back to consider other possible ways to fall asleep.  There were the traditional methods involving counting and dragons, but they’d never worked in the past. 
So it was midnight, at least two hours since Namaari was meant to be asleep, and something had just made a noise. Of course, there were noises. That came with living in such close quarters to the rest of the tribe. And then there was the wildlife, the waves, etc. But this was a different sort of noise. One that one would expect of someone climbing something, say the wall outside Namaari’s bedroom. 
Honestly, Namaari could only conclusively say what the noise was because of the person who seconds later climbed in through her window. 
There was one person in this world that Namaari truly considered her enemy. The other tribes were just greedy, trying to get the abundance that Fang had managed to cling onto. But Raya didn’t want the food or safe land. She wanted revenge. 
Thus, with Raya climbing through her window, Namaari was allowed to react rather strongly. She was braced for a fight, knives drawn and teeth bared, when she spotted the arrow sticking out of Raya’s side. There was no mistaking the feathers, it was one of Fang’s arrows. Raya smiled weakly, one hand gripping the window frame for balance, the other desperately trying to keep some of the blood within her body.
“You were the only one I could think of.”
And with those words, she passed out. 
Namaari had seen too many people killed or injured over the last few years. And even if it was her worst enemy, her body moved for her, springing forwards to catch the young woman before she hit the ground. Raya was lighter than she’d have expected, far lighter than the Fang soldiers she routinely threw in practice. Laying her out on the bed, Namaari examined the wound. She’d seen people shot with arrows before, often when new recruits got their hands on the crossbows for the first time. It was expected for all Fang soldiers to be proficient with all kinds of first aid, including arrow removal. Namaari worked quickly, to reduce the amount of blood lost. 
She was putting away the bandages when she realised what she’d just done. Raya, her worst enemy, was lying in her bed, bandages around her waist from where Namaari had treated her. A sick feeling made her stomach clench. She shouldn’t have done that. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to tell her mother?
Namaari clenched her fists and paced her room. When she was little she would bite the nail of her thumb. But her mum said that such a practice was unfitting of a chief. So she’d stopped. Because Namaari was going to become the best chief Fang has ever seen, except maybe her mother. And to be a chief she needed to make decisions that would be good for the entire tribe, not just herself. 
So what was the right decision?
Let’s weigh the pros and cons. Pro. Raya doesn’t seem malicious at all towards them. She trusted Namaari enough to come to her when she was hurt. Con. This might be a trick. Raya is an enemy. But she’d put so much effort into fixing her up, that it wouldn’t make sense now to hand her over to the guards.
Namaari left the room. Either she’d still be there when she returned, at which point she would hand her over to the guards, or she would have left and Namaari would pretend it never happened.
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lift-heavy-be-gay · 2 years
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summary: Early mornings and soft confessions.
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rayaspookiebear · 3 months
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That look says “is she gonna fight me for snitching”
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cookiescr · 9 months
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Piltover and zaun atziri outfits concepts! These were fun :D I’d still like to polish these outfits tho like i feel there’s something missing to her zaun outfit. I didn’t good a job portraying her as a teenager because im too lazy i just wanted to do the outfits for now mcmdm
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indianaclems · 8 months
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I didn't do atitaya's face very well 😖 I hope I can catch up with the colors
I had fun doing the different ranks in the police. (Inspired by royal police thaï ranks) (I took over the rank of maréchal in French who is the highest ranking and who is above all a dignity of the state spoke the most prestigious I told myself that it would suit Virana well like that she is not fair chief of police but is also involved in politics)
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moon-spirit-yue · 1 month
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Namaari: *just finished a very long and stressful day*
A man, flirting with her: hey, you seeing anyone?
Namaari, immediately in tears: I AM A LESBIAN! ITS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS! I HAVE AN UNDERCUT AND SUPER DEFINED MUSCLES! WHAT MORE DO I HAVE TO DO?? DO I NEED TO TATTOO LESBIAN ON MY FOREHEAD?!
A man: oh uh-
Atitaya: she’s had a rough day
Namaari, sobbing: I HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH CATS AND I AM SO MEAN TO MEN! WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE GET A CLUE?!?!
A man: I’m just- I’ll go-
Atitaya: that’s for the best
Namaari: *rocking herself back and forth*
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shy-peacock · 1 year
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Random thought-
But like, when Namaari rushed back to tell her Mom about the mission and about Sisu-
Her mom cuts her off and says something like- “you saw a dragon- general Atitaya informed me about your mission”
Isn’t that?? Like- a bitch move? 😂 she went above the princess and went straight to her mom and told her about the mission and how it was a “failure”.
It kind of makes me think- or put into perspective that maybe behind the scenes Virana doesn’t fully believe Namaari can handle her own- having General Atitaya check in with her about her daughter’s progress. Imagine like- the comments she could have made.
Maybe she could have told Virana that she thought Namaari was distracted by Raya- maybe she told her it was a childish rivalry that she kept letting dictate her actions??
I wish we could have seen more interactions with her and Namaari- or even one with her and Virana. Her character and her intentions can be so ambiguous that it’s easy to fit her wherever you need her to be for a story/fan fiction.
Man- I wanna know so much now 😂
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miabellaholtz · 22 days
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Don't know if this one's been done already but if it has I'm doing it again cause it's too good to pass up
Atitaya: How did Raya get away?
Namaari: I let her go.
Atitaya: *mouth drops*
Namaari: I. let. her. go. Because shit got weird
Atitaya: *At a loss for words*
Namaari: Okay, I had her cornered. We were fighting. it was a normal altercation. And then my hand ended up around her throat.
Atitaya: *raises eyebrows*
Namaari: She looks me dead in my pupils, into my soul and says 'harder'
Atitaya: *stunned silence*
Namaari: *Picking up water glass with shaking hand* And I'm looking at her like... 'excuse me'
Atitaya: I do not have the mental energy to help you unpack this right now
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bastillemxfans · 5 months
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A sneak peek of today’s performance WOW!! 🤯😍🤩
This is how Heaven sounds!!
📹 Atitaya Phoemphom
(Thank you gosinkaaa)
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snorlax891 · 10 months
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Namaari: *stuffing ice cream in her mouth and sobbing* RAYA DOESN’T WANT ME!! SHE’LL NEVER LOVE ME!! SHE THINKS I’M SAD, AND UGLY AND HORRIBLE AND DISGUSTING, BECAUSE I’M TOO MUSCLED AND MASCULINE, EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE, AND BECAUSE I BETRAYED HER, AND SPENT SIX YEARS TRACKING HER ALL ACROSS KUMANDRA!!! I BET SHE DOESN’T EVEN SEE ME AS AN ACTUAL FRIEND!! I BET SHE ONLY INTERACTS WITH ME AT ALL FOR THE SAKE OF KUMANDRA!! AND BECAUSE SHE FEELS NAUGHT BUT PITTY FOR ME!! Atitaya: *in a deadpan, as she has been listening to this for the past 69 hours* Uh huh. Right. Yep. Sure she does, Your Highness. Whatever you say, Princess. *casually flips a page in her book* Meanwhile, In Heart:  Raya: *laying on her back in a field and staring up at the sky* ...Do you ever just want Namaari to grate you across her abs like a piece of cheese? Sisu: *shrugs, while fighting not to break out into a giddy happy dance* Can’t say I’ve ever thought about it, but hey, Slay Queen. :P
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