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Jolan'tru-Ie’le Nahi, hru’hfirh t’nnhae Rihan
Romulan Historian and Rihannsu Culture Steward

I'm passionate about preserving and sharing Rihannsu heritage, culture, D'era, memes, and opinions.

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Moments where shadows softened, voices lowered, and desire slipped into the space between strategy and sin.
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November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
The Rihannsu wield sensuality with the same precision as diplomacy.
They understood that power shared in quiet intimacy could be far more binding than any treaty etched in stone.
And so, the feasts endured—half-political, half-seductive, entirely Rihannsu.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
that lingered like a perfume long after the corridors emptied. The sense that every senator left carrying not only new political leverage but the memory of a gaze or a whisper that felt dangerously close to confession.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Deals were struck in these rooms, yes. Borders shifted, fleets redirected, lives changed by a few quiet words exchanged over dimmed candlelight. But those were not the reasons the feasts became legend. It was the tension—delicious, disciplined—
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Romulan seduction did not rely on touch; it relied on anticipation.
On the certainty that every gesture was chosen.
On the knowledge that desire, like treason, was dangerous when spoken aloud.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
A fingertip tracing the rim of a goblet without seeming to notice the attention it drew. A smile so faint it could be denied, yet unmistakable to the one for whom it was meant. Nothing ostentatious—only small, controlled flames revealing themselves between shadows.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
A phrase delivered with such practiced calm it felt almost intimate. These moments blurred the line between alliance and allure; each gesture layered with meaning. The most skillful figures in these gatherings wielded restraint like an art. A slow inhale before answering a challenge.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Rihannsu wine was poured sparingly, its dark sheen catching the light like a promise. It was known to warm the blood quickly, but it was never the drink that loosened tongues—it was proximity. A senator leaning in to murmur “Ie, au hrrau.” Yes, I hear you.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
glances held a heartbeat too long, hands brushing as goblets were exchanged, voices lowered not because they feared being overheard, but because the closeness itself was a message.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Senators entered these feasts with the same discipline they brought to debate. They sat with perfect posture, spoke with measured calm, and let silence linger like a blade above the table. Yet beneath that restraint simmered a subtle heat—
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
The Rihannsu never separated influence from intimacy.
They understood that command tasted different when shared over wine instead of war.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
These nights were not indulgent displays; they were rituals of power where politics and desire intertwined so closely that one could not always tell where negotiation ended and seduction began.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Within the marble heart of the Senate, there existed gatherings whispered about far more than they were witnessed—private feasts held after the chambers dimmed, when only the chosen remained behind.
November 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
two women are hugging each other in a room .
ALT: two women are hugging each other in a room .
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November 24, 2025 at 2:07 PM
😭😭😭😭 you are TOO nice 🖤
November 24, 2025 at 1:57 PM
the fiercest desires are not revealed in loud displays or unguarded emotion, but held perfectly, exquisitely, in reserve.
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November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
The Federation has never understood why the Romulan manner of stillness feels so compelling, why their quiet gaze unsettles, why their silence draws others closer. But within the Star Empire, the truth is known and accepted as self-evident:
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Every measured breath hides an intensity that outsiders can only guess at, yet the beloved feels it clearly: a heat that never breaks form, a restraint that is itself a confession.
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
To love a Rihannsu is to love the discipline that shapes them; to be loved by one is to be chosen with precision. Their passion does not flare wildly—it burns with control, forming a steady flame preserved for the one deemed worthy.
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
honor holds you close—spoken softly can undo even the strongest resolve, for it marks a choice made with care rather than impulse.
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
A commander’s hand resting lightly yet decisively on a shoulder, the subtle shift of proximity that closes distance without haste, a silence heavy with implication—these gestures carry more intimacy than grand declarations. A murmur of “Mnhei’sahe rrhosh”—
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
In such a culture, romantic expression is never rushed. It emerges like dawn on a world that prefers shadows, a warmth that grows almost imperceptibly until it can no longer be ignored.
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM
it is longing expressed in the most disciplined form: slow, precise, withheld until the moment it will strike with greatest effect.
November 24, 2025 at 1:16 PM