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With the arrival of canon saphhics in the movie, I wanna get this out:
Reblog or comment any and all LGBT+ Wakandan fics you’ve heard of and don’t forget to link them if you can!
Rules:
WHAT COUNTS?
The story must have a speaking/ acting character who’s not cishet/allo. The story counts as a ‘Queer Story’ (to me) when either the main character or someone in their circle who appears a lot in the plot, isn’t cishet/allo.
There doesn’t need to be adult stuff or romance for it to be queer. Even a tiny drawing about a twelve year old T’Challa coming out at trans, or a plot based fic about Shuri who happens to be ace counts.
Bi/Pan/etc. characters in m/f relationships count.
For art, anything depicting gay ships or pride flags with characters will count. It can be edits, gifs, comics or drawings.
It can be from anywhere like here or AO3 or wattpad, as long as it can be linked.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOUR STORY?
Your story will not be here if it ships adults and kids or inc3st or any bigoted stuff.
It will be categorized as (SFW or 18+) > (orientation of characters) > (who is the main character) > (warnings and pairings)
This masterlist is also inclusive of minors, so (ONLY THIS POST, NOT MY BLOG, MIND YOU) we’ll be using strict segregation of fics, possibly into two masterlists.
You must inform if your fic has pornographic or dark content. An age rating from you is also preferred. I feel that queer kids should also be able to access black panther content without sifting through mature stories.
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𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔
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This is a blog for memes, YTPs, humor, and incorrect quotes. Anything funny and Wakandan goes here!!
I make and reblog all the black panther incorrect quotes I find.
If you want to discuss something unrelated, you may contact my main.
Feel free to send suggestions or submissions. I will always credit your ideas if I know who's sending them.
Just don’t send bigoted asks.
NO SHURI x NAMOR shippers!!! or if you ship her with ANY other older guy.
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#mine are the ideas I had
#not mine are mostly reblogs
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(Might make a master list for YTPs...)
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Reposted from @liamlase_ Ghost of N'Jobu (part 4) @jayelectronica @michaelbjordan @chadwickboseman #JamesAdarrylTappJr #SouljaSlim #JayElectronica #njobu #MagnoliaProjects #NewOrleans #awrittentestimony #hiphop #rap #jayz #TChalla #Africa #Wakanda #king #BlackPanther #AngelaBassett #ForestWhitaker #IsaachDeBankolé #MartinFreeman #MichaelBJordan #AndySerkis #ChadwickBoseman #DanaiGurira #LupitaNyongo #DanielKaluuya #LetitiaWright #ParamountChief #LiamLase @theparamountchief @i_Lex_Project https://www.instagram.com/p/CUGSt1FAe5o/?utm_medium=tumblr
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N’Jobu x T’Chaka Oneshot
Heyyyyy people. I decided to get back into writing (it’s been a while and a bitch is RUS-TEE) and what better way to do it than to write some BP fics? Can y’all tell I’m obsessed? I haven’t done this since my B5 forum days back in like ‘07, so we’ll see how this goes. For some reason I have a lot of anxiety around my writing, and really anything I do (thank the gods for therapy, mental illness is a bitch) so I was kinda scared to put this out there...but then I remembered this is basically anonymous and eventually got over it.
Anyways, I cant figure out what I actually want to name this, but when I was watching the movie the other day I thought, “What would’ve happened if N’Jobu didn’t die?” It’s on the short side, but here is a snippet of my answer. I would like to expand on this at some point maybe. Tell me what y’all think, especially other writers.
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Betrayed by the man he trusted, N’Jobu saw red as his eyes filled with tears and his voice shook when he tried to speak. He had let this man into his family, and the whole time he was a spy for the enemy. The enemy N’Jobu didn’t want to fight, but he needed to win. People everywhere needed him to win. Black people, his people, all around the world. His plan to liberate them all just came to a screeching halt, got hit by another car, then blew up. James was his confidant, his right-hand man, his “man in the chair.” He trusted James to be around his wife and his child, and the man blended in like family! He loved them like family, or so N’Jobu thought. It was all an act. He was undercover the whole time and N’Jobu was the mission: Get close, gather intel, send back, wait for further instructions. N’Jobu chastised himself for not catching his lies since he himself had done the same thing in his time as a War Dog. That’s just the job, but none of that mattered to N’Jobu at this moment. He wanted blood.
N’Jobu charged at James, the traitor. His name wasn’t even James, he was really “Zuri, Son of Badu”. Again, he wanted to be disgusted at the lie, but he was also living a lie as “Devon Stevens.” Nobody, not even the love of his life knew who he really was. He had to look her in her big brown doe eyes and lie to her year after year for the same reasons Zuri spied on him and his family. They both had missions to complete in Oakland and reported to the same man, the king of Wakanda. The king who stood firmly between N’Jobu and the rat named Zuri, but despite the royal’s heightened senses N’Jobu managed to pull his gun from his waistband and empty two shots into the traitor’s head.
The sound of the gunshots alerted the king’s guards, the Dora Milaje, outside the door, and they were by his side in mere seconds with their spears at N’Jobu’s throat. They were fierce women in red with shaved and tattooed heads who rarely spoke any other language than Xhosa, if at all. While the guards held N’Jobu still, the king took his time looking around the lived-in apartment. As he meandered through the living room area his gaze fell onto the map on the table and lingered for a few seconds before he continued his silent exploration. He turned and walked down the short hallway leading from the living area to the bedrooms. There were four doors and what looked to be a linen closet lining the hall. He opened the first door and took note of the messy desk on the left and the art supplies on the right side of the room. He continued walking and as he passed a partially open bathroom door he could hear N’Jobu trying and failing to break free from the Dora Milaje. He opened the third door and was faced with the confirmation that what he had been told was true. N’Jobu had defied direct orders and gotten too cozy with the “outsiders” he was supposed to be surveilling. The king took in the twin bed littered with comic books and the small shoes by the window and sighed. He closed the door and walked to the end of the hall, twisting the last doorknob. He entered with his head swivelling back and forth as usual, observing every little detail and cataloging it for later. Everything matched up with Zuri’s reports except for the map on the table.
The king’s anger began to boil over as he rushed back down the hall. The guards barely had enough time to move out of his way when he grabbed N’Jobu and held him up by his collar, almost breaking when he saw the hatred in the eyes glaring back at him. He never thought it would come to this. The two of them used to be inseparable and now here they are literally at eachothers throats.
“Speak, now, before I have you killed for treason,” the king hissed through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring and eyes set in a hardened stare. N’Jobu tried to hold onto his anger, but fear and anxiety creeped in him. Not of the man in front of him, but of what his arrival meant. He would have to leave them, and he would rather die than abandon his family. His love Nia and their son Erik were his whole world, and now with his world crumbling before his eyes he chose to do what he never thought he’d do. N’Jobu’s eyes began to fill with tears that refused to fall and he looked the king directly in the eye as his jaw clenched and unclenched. He slowed down his breathing and focused on the map and the sounds of Erik and his friends playing outside loudly on the basketball court. The king noticed the change in his demeanor immediately and slowly released the younger man from his grasp. The Dora Milaje were still on guard.
When N’Jobu finally spoke, he hoped his brother would really hear what he had to say. No longer was this about his plan to liberate Black people worldwide, this had to be about one Black woman in particular. Despite his crimes and utter disrespect for the crown, N’Jobu pleaded with his brother in hopes of getting through to him.
“T’Chaka please,” he spoke softly. “He needs his mother.”
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3. RECKONING
"Where is N'Jobu," Abebe asks the other panthers at the great tree as I approach from behind, the pads of my paws treading on soft dirt and grass.
"I am right here. I went to run, was running, and I dropped my journal."
"You dropped it? Where did you drop it? Go get it," D'Kaba points with his glistening nose.
"I believe it fell into the human world."
"N'Jobu," Abebe chides with a click of his tongue, "You will be reprimanded by Bast if you do not locate that journal, go get it. Now! Before she finds out. We will pray in your favor."
Just like that it is time to travel to the human world for a bit of overdue excitement.
"Of course--And I will find it and bring it back here where it belongs."
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🎶 Ones that hate us, handcuff us and mace us/Call us dumb niggas 'cause our culture is contagious/Third generation, South Central gang bangers/That lived long enough to see it changing/Think it's time we make arrangements/Finally wiggle out they mazes, find me out in different places/'I’m the spook by the door,' this the infiltration, double back, dressed in blue laces 🎶
Erik found the large crowd of people easily in Fruitvale, parking his car and walking to join them. Speaking with a few of the people in the crowd he gathered that they planned to be out there all night. He also gleaned that several of the officers had been acting threateningly. He decided to watch for himself waiting for a reason to be malicious and finally he got one as he saw an officer manhandle a little girl who he decided was too close. He looked at the name on the officer's badge and watched two women grab the child to carry her away to safety before he headed back to his car. He needed to know the officer's first name and now that he had the last name and a face to attach to it, that information would be simple to find. He searched the internet hoping it could be a simple discovery. Amazingly, he could not easily find this guy's information. It didn't seem that he had any social media or articles with his name. No worries, Erik had another idea.
Back at the house, he fished the journal from his vest and opened it on his office desk, rebooting his computer to hack into Mika's computer yet again. It didn't take long to find exactly what he was searching for.
Ray Thomas
He wrote it clearly. Searching up the stream on his phone of the protest, he waited. For the next minute he watched and finally the camera angle shifted, backing up before focusing on the officer who was clutching his chest, doubling over with a fearful expression. Erik took in each of his dying moments, wide-eyed and in awe. It was real. The journal was somehow real! Amazed, he turned off the protest stream and the computer to sit in the darkness.
"Oh shit. Does this really make me a murderer," he mouthed staring at the journal incredulously. For a while his mind went blank, panic setting in. This was bad. It was wrong to murder no matter the reason. Or was it? He was pretty sure that it was better to rescue the innocent than to spare the guilty. That's all he'd done truly. That wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing. In situations where people were helplessly abused by those with power who knew they'd get away with it, the victims probably prayed as hard as they could for divine intervention. Well here he was giving them an answer.
Not only was he willing to help level the playing field, he was obligated as someone who could relate to the pain and was suddenly able to bring reckoning! What a rush. The guilt ebbed, replaced with a slowly-growing glee.
"I have to do this. I'd be letting the world down if I didn't. And if I don't do it--who will?"
Staring at the short column of names on the page in the journal, he felt a sense of pride begin to swell within him. "I can't believe I just took them niggas out. Three in one night," he gushed impressed with himself. In one night, he'd done more for the world than in thirty-two years of living. He knew now what he had to do. This was his purpose. This was why he was born.
"I see you're enjoying my journal," N'Jobu spoke watching Erik's quiet back and forth banter between he, him, and himself. N'Jobu had witnessed it all, Erik's penning of the names all the way to Erik's moment of epiphany.
Hearing the voice, Erik paused as his torso went straight as a board. Spinning in his chair, he came eye to eye with a large set that glowed a white-like yellow. Erik's eyes widened significantly but he did not recoil. In fact, he quickly composed himself.
"You don't seem too afraid of a talking panther in your home office, Erik Stevens. Why is that exactly?"
"If you planned to attack me, you would have. I won't even ask how ya ass can talk, I'm dealing with enough weird shit. This journal," he says grabbing it from the table. "You asking for it back?"
"Oh, I will have it back, Erik." He brussled at the sound of his own name. "See. I know when you die. I know how. I know where. I know your name and I can see exactly how long you have left to live down to the very second. Care to know how long you have left?"
"How long?"
"I won't tell you. But--since you've dirtied my journal with your impure human hands, by rule, my journal is now yours. Write in it--or don't, but you cannot destroy it. The journal is yours until you relinquish ownership or die. I should mention that as long as you retain ownership I will follow you as an elder of the past until one of the two results occur."
"So you're like a death god. Is that it?"
"I am N'Jobu. I am as I said, an elder of the past."
"But--you're not taking it back," Erik confirmed with a sneaky smirk holding the notebook. "Aight 'cause I just came up with a plan for how I'm a use it. That's why you chose me, isnt it? You knew I'd know what to do?"
"Chose you," N'Jobu laughed, "Chose you? Is that what you thought?" He laughed again. "You think because of your money or your intellect that you are perhaps--special? Don't make me laugh anymore than I am. Erik Stevens, you are common. You discovering my journal was mere happenstance. A fluke. I wrote with my claw in the language I believed to be the widest spoken and then I dropped it in an area where I knew many humans would gather. That is all."
"You admit you dropped it on purpose. Seems like a pretty important book for you to just be dropping."
"Boredom is a hell of a motivation," N'Jobu deadpanned. Erik's eyes narrowed and N'Jobu looked away to lick his paw.
"Fine. Maybe you were the closest Wakandan living away from Wakandan soil. Maybe that had something to do with the selection process, however, you are still nothing in the grand scheme of things. You are a blip in the scale of time. You have no real importance."
"Maybe--Still! I found the shit! Me! And I believe there's a reason a nigga like me would be trusted with something this powerful. I must be the only one who can set things into order, the way they should be! I'm the only one who can handle this mission and execute it efficiently. I'm the only one who can fuck some shit up!" Breathing heavily with bared teeth, his resolve burned through him like fire, lighting his eyes from within. Any human in that room would assume him deranged, but he was wielding impossible power. "With this journal, I'll force change. I'll reset the world! Yeah--I'll burn it all! The whole damn world if I have to."
Turning back to his desk, he used his phone to search up a list of local criminals in custody and incarcerated for graphically cruel and violent crimes. They deserved the worst deaths imaginable and he was the dealer. Picking up his pen, he got busy.
Vincent Adams. John Hess. Adam Steeve. George Zimmer. Hop Denton. Louis Stimper. Jake Torres. Skip Kazynski. Robert Folk.
He filled the page with names from top to bottom, three columns while N'Jobu looked on in intrigue, his tail swaying side to side.
"By the way, Mr. King of the World. If you killed off every murderer, wouldn't that leave you as the sole murderer? Would you then kill yourself?"
"The fuck? Nah playa. I'm the King. I plan to be here to maintain order."
"Very interesting train of thought you have. By the way, you should know that use of the journal means you forfeit your entry to the ancestral plane. I hope that does not hinder you," N'Jobu spoke, a devious smile in his voice.
"You tell me that now," Erik snapped facing the sitting panther with intense venom in his eyes. He'd have thought more carefully had he known. That information could've weighed heavily in his decision to use the book, but now it was too late.
N'Jobu's eyes shined with humor in response. "Whoops."
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Their leaders have been assassinated. Communities flooded with weapons and drugs. They are overly policed and incarcerated.
N’Jobu “Black Panther”
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Erik Killmonger sweating cuz he actually only knows the words he memorized for his dramatic reveal
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Where were you when Erik needed you??
It’s a strange thing, being the goddess of war and fertility, that is to say, life. Within N’Jadaka was the greatest battle between both, and when war won out, creation of life was a foreign memory to him.
I did my best to reach him. To send him signs that could dissuade him from the worst of himself. But he is a stubborn man, whose pain made him a weapon, and whose determination for justic outweighed any hope for peace.
I can only help those who help themselves. In the end, his true message got through to T’Challa, and his spirit now rests peacefully in the afterlife. Sometimes, destiny is bittersweet.
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#Black Panther#Klaue#erik killmonger#Killmonger#T'challa#Tchaka#forrest whitaker#Prince Njobu#confession
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Just sitting here realIzing Njobu not only hired a colonizer to steal from his homeland, he used the same colonizer who canonically tried to kill Tchaka in the past. He had to have known Klaue wud leave bodies and just didn’t care. But then got mad, getting outed by Zuri. Dude you workin with ur brother’s would be killer that’s against family code! if T’Chaka had just brought Erik home with him I wouldn’t have much to be mad at him abt, u betray me like this and then pull a GUN OUT!
It’s a shame how many children have to deal with the sins of their fathers. It causes nothing but pain.
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