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Hey what was Oni and Namora’s reaction when they saw a baby girl in front of their door?

I think they would adopt her

They would definitely adopt any child left at their door once they start living together. I forsee them adopting a few kids in the future, so it wouldn't be something unusual. 🤔

They both come from very family and community centered cultures too, so it would work. Although, I think Namora would probably be a little skeptical if the child came from outside of Wakanda and Talokan. She'd definitely be all in if Oni wanted to adopt them though.

Here's a little blurb that kind of poofed in my head... but it's while Oni still lives in the temple of Bast:

It was a thunderous night in Wakanda filled with cool gusts of wind stirring up the humid air.

The workers who helped tend to the herbs had gone home for the night, and all that remained to keep an eye on the temple was a veiled priestess and an attentive blue warrior.

A straw broom hissed as gold painted hands moved a stream of dirt into a neat pile.

For a moment, the strong breeze could be felt faintly on the priestess' clammy skin, but it stirred up more dirt than it cooled her down.

"Not again." She groaned as she leaned against the broom and glared at the disturbed pile she had swept up for the umpteenth time.

"I told you to sit and relax. You can try again tomorrow."

"You know Cebisa. Bast does not-"

"-like dirt. Yes. But you cannot fight the wind, Yuum k'iino'."

Veiled eyes moved to the talokanil, sitting while leaning against a far wall in a vermillion tube top and short brown skirt.

"I haven't tried." Oni scoffed. "You should fight it for me, in yakunaj."

"I would fight it for you if it was possible." Namora huffed. "It is wise to know your limits."

"Yes." Oni sighed as she refocused on the dirt being stirred up once more. "Bast give me strength." She hissed.

"Come. I'll sweep it for you tomorrow."

"Cebisa will be back tomorrow. I do not wish to be lectured tomorrow."

"She will face me if she has any complaints."

Oni rested her broom against the wall behind her before slowly approaching her lover. "You cannot fight Cebisa, Namora."

"Then she will not complain." She offered a small smile. "Now come." Namora held open her azure arms expectantly.

The priestess crumpled in her cool embrace before allowing her eyes to rest with exhaustion.

The couple sat in a comfortable silence and dozed off before the sound of a distant cry disturbed them.

Oni pondered as she listened to the downpour be muddied with a roll of thunder.

Was she dreaming or did she hear a cry?

"Namora?"

"Mm?"

"Did you hear a baby cry-?"

"Má in woojel." [I don't know.]

The distant cry could be heard again before it was washed out by another roll of thunder.

"Is that a baby?"

"Má in woojel." [I don't know.]

Oni squinted at her drowsy lover, who was still stirring in the candle-snuffed room. "In yakunaj. This is serious." The priestess frowned before gently pulling away.

The lack of her presence was enough to snap Namora out of it. "Yuum k'iino'. Where-"

"-There's something out there crying in the rain." Oni huffed as she slowly made her way towards the entrance of the temple. "And I'm going to help it, with or without you."

Namora grabbed her spear and got up before letting out a huff of exhausted frustration. "Je' u beytal a táan chambel." [Please speak more slowly.]

"Ma'taali'teeni'." Oni huffed before stepping out of the temple. Her breath hitched as she was yanked back in and forced to stand behind Namora.

The priestess blinked as she watched her lover step out first to survey the area. Once she was sure the area was safe, she slowly made her way towards a soaked basket with her spear ready to strike.

She tilted her head as she peeked inside of it before slowly lowering her spear when a tiny dark brown hand reached out.

"In yakunaj." Namora breathed out as she curled a finger at the priestess to come out.

Oni slowly approached before gasping at the sight of a small, beautiful, black baby barely swaddled in a rain-soaked piece of patterned Aso-Oke fabric.

Without a second thought, she kneeled before the basket and gently scooped the baby up, doing her best to shield them from the rain. "Ungubani?" [Who are you?]

The baby sniffled and hiccupped as she carried them back to the entrance way to get out of the rain. "You poor thing." She held them close to keep them warm before peering back out in the rain. "Is there anything else in the basket?"

Namora peered back in the basket before pulling out a damp piece of fabric with a few letters embroidered into it. "Ngozi."

"Ngozi?"

"Yes, but maybe I pronounced it wrong."

Azure fingers held it out, so the priestess could read it.

"That must be their name." Her veiled eyes peered our in the pouring rain before she refocused on the cold baby. "Whoever left you must know that you'll be in good hands here." She offered a warm smile as she gently thumbed away a few tears that remained on the baby's face.

"Are they hurt?"

"Let me check."

The priestess carefully looked the baby over.

After a moment, the priestess let out a sigh of relief. "Well, she's not hurt. Just cold, wet, and probably hungry."

Namora nodded before scanning the stormy area for any signs of life or abnormal movement. "Do the people of Wakanda leave their children here often?"

"It's not a common occurrence." Oni murmured. "Sometimes War Dogs will leave babies here if a mission goes badly, but typically, they'd inform us first." She sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"War Dogs go out to collect intel and occasionally assist the Lost Tribe if permitted to do so. When they are not successful, orphans are made. Typically they are given off to the other survivors and occasionally they are left to fend for themselves. Not everyone has the hard to abandon a child after something awful has happened though." The priestess rocked the baby slowly. "And that may ring true tonight." Her eyes softened behind her veil. "I'm guessing someone made a promise to save a child, because this little one is not from Wakanda."

"How do you know?"

"She does not have a mark on her bottom lip."

"Is she allowed to stay in Wakanda?"

The rain filled the silence and Oni's hold on the baby tightened. "Not when King T'Chaka was reigning."

"And what about Queen Shuri?"

"I don't think she'd make a fuss about this... but the council would lose their mind." She looked at the baby. "They are not fond of the outside world or the Lost Tribe."

Namora stared at the baby for a moment before refocusing on the priestess. "Do you wish to raise this child?"

Oni stared at the baby before nodding slowly. "I do." She swayed slowly as the baby started to fall asleep. "Do you wish to help?"

Namora arched a brow. "Why would I not help you?"

"You seem unsure."

"I will do whatever you ask of me." She slowly guided the priestess back inside the temple.

"Yes, but you aren't fond of the outside world."

"Yes, but this is our child now. She no longer belongs to the outside world."

Oni cracked a tired smile. "You're right." She looked down at the sleeping baby. "I have no idea how we're going to explain this in the morning."

"Bast gave us a child."

"Namora please-"

"We will add it with the dust pile." Namora yawned. "Leave the questions to me."

Oni nodded in agreement. "Yes."

"Now let's get Ngozi settled and go to bed. It is late."

"Yes."

#onimora #oni daughter of zuri #oni x namora #namora x oni #namora x oc fanfic #namora x oc #girl x girl

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Come back to tumblr Mick Mack, we have cookies! 😭💕

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[mickimomo]

Brooooo! Now that's an idea! You know me. Imma write something.

I don't know how everyone's OCs go... so... I just wrote things off the dome. I also didn't write everyone's OC, but they are all mentioned.

Enjoy! 🎃

Halloween Headcanon

Frantic footsteps padded across the wooden floors before they halted at the edge of glacial terracotta hued tiles.

"Umama! Utata!"

Warm brown eyes lifted from the umleqwa (aka road runner chicken) that was being cleaned and seasoned. "Yes, Xolani?"

"Kenura and I were watching an anime show with Itzae and Auntie Shuri, and I think I know what I want us to dress up as for Halloween!"

Attuma's brow arched as he looked up from the onions and squash he was cutting. "Halloween?"

"Yeah! Auntie Aneka had us watch a bunch of spooky movies. It's something that's really big in other places."

"Other places?" His eyes narrowed.

"It's not just the states, Utata." Xolani waved off their fathers disapproval. "People dress up in costumes on October 31st every year, go out to visit different houses, and collect candy."

Attuma shared a look with his wife.

Do you approve of this?

Let's ask some more questions.

Fine.

She washed her hands and dried them off on a paper towel as she gave their child her undivided attention. "What did you have in mind?"

"There's this really good anime we started watching called Hunter × Hunter! And there's a family of assassins in there-"

"-Eh?!"

"They're really cool, umama!" Their gaze moved to their sister, who was slowly approaching with a pair of purple bunny slippers on her feet. "Aren't the assassins from Hunter × Hunter cool, Kenura?"

She arched a brow. "Which ones?"

"The Zoldycks."

"Yeah." She shrugged before stepping into the kitchen to grab a snack. "They kind of remind me of our family now that I'm thinking about it."

"See! That's why we should dress up as them for Halloween."

"We are not assassins." Attuma corrected. "We are warriors who serve the throne." He arched a brow. "Is this show appropriate? I do not like it when you all watch unnecessary violence-"

"-It's fine, Utata!" Xolani grimaced. "I mean, Anaya isn't watching it with us."

"Xolani."

"Wait." Xolani pouted. "Just hear me out. It's about a kid who was abandoned by his father and lives with his Aunt. He goes on this grand adventure where he makes a friend in a completion to become a hunter. His name is Gon, and his best friend is an assassin! In fact, Killua's whole family are well-known assassins! It's a beautiful show with.... not too much unnecessary violence."

"Not too much?"

"Auntie Shuri said we could watch it."

Attuma shook his head. "I don't see the point in dressing up as random assassins."

"These are not random assassins, utata. These are cool assassins." Xolani gently pulled up an image with their kimoyo beads before throwing up a few video snippets of the Zoldycks in combat. "Our family is so talented that we'd be able to pull it off perfectly."

"And why exactly do we need to dress up as these people?" Attuma frowned. "Can we not dress up as something more..." He pondered over the right word. "...authentic or creative?" He muttered. "It would be like if Aj K'uk'ulkan dressed up as the Black Panther and I dressed up as a Midnight Angel if we did this."

"And that would be cool." Kenura grinned at the thought. "Utatomkhulu (Grandpa) would be waaaay more agile than Auntie Shuri, and you would be paying homage to umama!"

"Don't let your Aunt hear you saying that." Okoye chuckled.

Attuma pinched the bridge of his nose as he adjusted his rebreather.

"Can we dress up, umama?" Xolani bounced on the heels of their feet, hoping to get around their father's doubts.

"Only if your father approves."

Attuma wrinkled his nose at the ultimatum and sparkling eyes that his children stared up at him with.

"If you can convince the rest of your family, I will give my approval."

Xolani flashed a devilish grin. "Everyone else said they'd do it if you said yes, utata."

"Itzae?"

"Mhm."

"Anaya?"

"Mmmhm."

"Tadeas?!"

"Mmmmmhmm."

"Even Aj K'uk'ulkan?"

"Yes, Utata. Even Auntie Namora agreed to help make the costumes!"

"Namora agreed!?"

"Yes. Itzae asked."

"Of course, she did." Attuma took a deep breath before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Chaac give me strength." He groaned.

Okoye gently rubbed his back. "And may Bast give it as well."

He looked at her.

"I am not pleased with participating in such festivities." He whispered.

"Are you going to deny our children the opportunity to make a fun core memory?" She whispered back. "How bad could it be?"

"What kind of spells have they casted to convince Aj K'uk'ulkan and Namora to participate in these activities."

"None." She laughed softly. "It'll be fun, in yakunaj (my love)."

Kenura perked up when she noticed Anaya coming out of her room.

"Anaya, come here! Give utata your best puppy dog eyes!"

"I'll do it if you give me half of your dessert."

"Eh? This is so we can dress up as the Zoldycks for Halloween." Kenura scowled. "Why am I giving away part of my dessert!?"

"Then I guess you'll have to hurt your eyes trying to make them water."

"You-"

"Hayi. (Stop)" Xolani rolled their eyes. "You can have half of mine, Anaya."

"Xolani!" Kenura frowned.

"It's for the greater good." They whispered before shaking their sister's hand to seal the deal. "Arguing isn't going to help us win utata over."

Attuma sighed as all three of them began to stare up at him with their best puppy eyes.

It was futile to scold them when they were working together and pleading for something harmless and mundane.

"Fine. I approve." He closed his eyes and shook his head in defeat.

"Yes! This will be the best Halloween ever!"

"Remind me again why we must participate in all of this?"

"Oh! Auntie Shuri is having a Halloween party where there will be a costume competition! Whoever wins gets a prize."

"What kind of prize?"

"I don't know, but I want to win. So... if we compete as a family we'll have a higher chance of winning."

"Alright. We'll work on this later."

"Okay." Xolani jogged off to inform the rest of the family while Kenura and Anaya retreated with a few snacks.

"I have failed at being assertive once again."

"It is fine that you have grown soft, in yakunaj."

"You have not."

"I have my moments as well."

"They're rare."

"I think it is good to have a firm and gentle parent. It's called balance."

"I cannot tell them no when their eyes grow wider than a seal pup's." He grumbled. "That's why I wanted you to decide."

"And I wanted to go with whatever you decided. So you exactly as you wanted." Okoye smiled before kissing him on the cheek.

"This is going to come back to bite us."

"This will be fun."

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👻 Bloopers:

Okoye, on Halloween in her costume: This is the most uncomfortable attire I've ever worn. It's tackier than anything Shuri has ever put together in the lab.

Shuri: HEY!

Okoye: It only hurts because it's true.

Attuma: Fortunately, this Zoldyck man does not dress as poorly.

Okoye: Uxolo? (Excuse me?)

Attuma: You cannot complain, in yakunaj. This is the fun you spoke so highly of.

Okoye: 🙃

First of all I hope y'all know wtf this anime is cuz if not that would be embarrassing

For y'all....not me....in case that wasn't clear lol I have barely any concept of shame

✨ANYWHOOOOOO INTROS BY AGE✨

Namussy as Zeno

Attuma as Silva

Okoye as Kikyo

Itzae(my OC) as Illumi

Tadeas(@xblackreader's OC) as Milluki

Xolani(my OC) as Killua

Anaya(@dontruinmymorning's OC) as Kalluto

Kenura(@pilesofpillows's OC) as Alluka

What started as a "lets see if I remember how to draw" doodle ended up being a big passion project with tributes to my other fellow Attoye creatives! I had to take some creative liberties with the characterization to keep it as accurate to the original anime as possible,(i.e. Tadeas's locs are a bit shorter in my rendition) but it was super important for me to hit the happy medium between the two so I hope I did well lol

Also do NOT expect to see Xolani or his twin Melokuhle as often as y'all see Itzae. I love them but they're like Birkins....very pretty special occasion accessories ONLYYYYYY

For those who've watched HunterXHunter, yes I photoshopped Alluka into the family portrait and yes I can fight

#attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoyuma #okoye #attuma #manymenacedoodles #attuma x okoye fanart #okoye x attuma fanart #okoye x attuma nation #hxh fanart #hxh #hunter x hunter #attuma x okoye fanfiction #attuma x okoye fanfic #okoye x attuma fanfic #okoye x attuma fanfiction #general okoye #mcu okoye #mcu attuma #attuma x okoye headcannon #attoye headcanons #attoye headcanon #attoye kids #attoye fanfic #attoye fanart #attoye brain rot #okottuma fanfic #okottuma #mickimomo #fanfic headcanons

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More punks 🤎

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Doodle #2

I based this doodle loosely on that scene in the second BP film, where Okoye was trying to protect Shuri on the bridge and was worried she was "with the ancestors".

I think I'll practice more with doing different expressions next. 😃

- art style inspired by LavenderTowne

check them out on YouTube and Instagram 💓

#okoye #mickimomo #general okoye #mcu okoye #okoye fanart #bpwf #bpwf fanart #black panther wakanda forever fanart #black panther fanart #doodles #exploring my art style #wakanda forever fanart #fanart

[mickimomo]

I wanted to try my hand at fanart again. My art style here was heavily inspired by LavenderTowne. I've been trying to have a lot more fun with my art style by incorporating cartoonistic approaches instead of hyperfixating on realistic anatomy and features. I noticed that if something doesn't look perfect, I'll stop drawing. So, while attempting this, I just kept going.

I've been focusing on drawing Okoye. I'll try to draw more during my free time, as I work on drawing for fun. Until then, enjoy my doodle. 💓

#okoye #okoye fanart #mcu okoye #black panther fanart #black panther #black panther: wakanda forever #wakanda forever fanart #black panther wakanda forever #general okoye #mickimomo #mcu fanart #drawing for fun #traditional art #alcohol markers #doodles

[mickimomo]

@siancore 😃 this was a great read!! It felt like there was a movie playing in my head as I read it.

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The Queen's Ward

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By Siancore on AO3 (@siancore )

Part 1 of The Alliance Kingdoms series

Featured in Attoye-Week 2023, 1st Kiss Prompt

Rated Mature

This fic is a part of a series, but it is only one chapter long. It's 6,764 words long, and I plan on reading the next few parts to see how Attuma and Okoye's relationship blooms. There are many moments where I can't help but smile or chuckle because of how cute or funny a moment is. I won't spoil what parts, but Siancore did a phenomenal job with this fic!

It all starts with Attuma and Okoye meeting for the first time at a young age. Attuma is the prince of Talokan, and Okoye is the Wakandan Queen's Ward. They're amidst other children who are either young royals or children of powerful diplomats who are all having fun in a courtyard. They're playing their own version of tag, and Attuma catches her, resulting in Okoye falling in a puddle of mud. In retaliation, she throws mud at him, and he laughs. This sparks the start of a beautiful friendship that lasts through distance and time.

After crossing paths a few more times and overcoming their differences in politics, they get to see each other slowly grow up little by little before they're torn apart once more.

This time, they meet again as young adults. Okoye has blossomed into a refined, intelligent beauty who enjoys a good competition and Attuma-? Well, Attuma is smart and strong, and he's really got a stream of ladies eager to marry him. To their dismay, Attuma only has eyes for a certain someone. A certain someone who only sees him as a friend.

Attuma's gaze is like lava dripping down the side of a volcano as they stand in a room with other diplomats. Once they approach, his eyes feel less intense. Something reminiscent of the morning sun. Warm and gentle.

They exchange a stream of banter that can only be described as flirty and playful. Revealing a beautiful rivalry of sorts in which they dare to see who will outdo the other during the Great Games. Unfortunately, Okoye finds out she won't be competing. And to top it all off, there are rumors of Wakanda giving vibranium away to someone else- resulting in Talokan demanding a marriage to reaffirm their alliance. There is no better candidate than Talokan's prince, Attuma, and the Queen's Ward.

Will Okoye agree to this proposal?

You'll have to read to find out!

#theattoyearchive #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye #attuma #attuma of talokan #black panther wakanda forever #attuma x okoye recommendations #attuma x okoye fanfiction #attuma x okoye fanfic #okoye x attuma nation #okoye x attuma fanfic #okoye x attuma fanfiction #attoye week participant #attoye week #attoye week 2023 #attoye week day 1

[mickimomo]

This fic was so cute! 🥺

Great job! @jbarneswilson

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A Night For Bad Dreams

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By jbarneswilson on AO3 (@jbarneswilson )

Rated General Audiences

If you want to read something short and sweet, this fic is perfect! It's a hurt and comfort fic that's about 720 words.

It begins late at night, when Okoye is torn from her sleep by a troubling dream.

The night is still, and all seems well until she realizes that her bed is empty.

And when she goes to check on her children, one of the beds is empty.

The gears are turning, and she's moving forward with urgency to find everyone that is missing.

There's no movement in the house.

No distant whispers or midnight snacks being eaten.

Where are they?

You'll have to read to find out!

#theattoyearchive #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye #attuma of talokan #attuma #mcu attuma #black panther wakanda forever #attuma x okoye fanfiction #attuma x okoye recommendations #attuma x okoye fanfic #okoye x attuma fanfic #okoye x attuma nation #okoye x attuma fanfiction #ao3 review #ao3 fanfic

[mickimomo]

This was an amazing read! I gotta read the next 2 chapters when I get some down time!

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The River That Spills

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By LoeyAeri on AO3

Modern! AU, rated Teen & Up

So far there are only three chapters, but it's set up beautifully from the jump. I'm intrigued, and I'm excited to see what happens next!

You start this fic watching Attuma carry a crate of snacks up to the front, at a small shop he runs. I interpreted it as a small, cozy convenience shop. There are a few customers here and there, trying to purchase some things they need while his young daughter, Saya, runs the cash register.

In the midst of completing these tasks, the sky decides to empty itself, and the downpour is so hard you can hardly see outside. Just visualize a bunch of potted plants fighting for their lives if you wish to know the storm's intensity. Attuma is concerned, but his mission to save those plants is delayed.

After dealing with an unruly customer and sending his daughter off to complete their inventory in the back, Attuma goes outside to cover those poor plants. However, while he's out there, he spots a figure a few feet away hunched over on the ground. He calls out to them, but they don't respond. After cautiously moving closer, he realizes that the person is emptying their stomach before they collapse.

Are they alive?

He checks.

Yes. They're breathing.

Out of concern, he scoops them up and tells his daughter to lock up the shop and to meet him in the car. He's moving quickly in the rain, clutching the mysterious person close before carefully setting them down in the car.

In this moment, he realizes it's a woman dressed poorly for the weather.

What happens next!?

You'll have to read to find out!

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #okoye #attuma #okottuma #okoye x attuma fanfic #attuma x okoye fanfic #okoye x attuma nation #okoye x attuma fanfiction #attuma of talokan #okoye x attuma fanfic recommendations #ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 fic recs

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Hellooo! This is just a Black writer/blogger appreciation message because you're amazing! So THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND MAKING MY DASH BRIGHTER ❥

🥺🫶🏾 thanks.

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Volume 1 of "Secret Confessions to a Sage" (Pages 01-27)

Thought this may help with binge reading! <3

#sidlink #tearsofthekingdom #sidon #link #king sidon #prince sidon #secret confessions to a sage #zelda #zelda fanart #botw #sidlink comic #sidlink fanfic #sidlink fanart #yona #lady yona #sidon x yona #totk spoilers

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Izogie Masterlist

📹: Percival Salvador

Izogie has been wifey forreal since The Woman King came out. So I decided to make a list of all the Izogie fics I've found/read on this site. Will update as I come across. Be sure to check out all the amazing authors and follow them!

Updated: 8/31/23

@zeezeecave (aka The Izogie Queen)

The Siren's Song

Eloko

Whatever Lola Wants

Aziza

La Bénédiction

Keep It Up (18+)

Lemonade Stand

Best Friend’s Sister

The Flower We're Growing Together

3rd Time's The Charm (18+)

Our Fates Lie Between Lives SERIES

@shanas-baby

No regular princess (18+)

Monster in the closet

Offering assistance (18+)

A wish

Short Drabble (18+)

@mybonafidefeelings

Love Makes You Weak Part 1

Pressure

Wild Side (18+)

@mickimomo

Acacia Series

Part 1: An Acacia Blossom on a Branch of Thorns

Part 2: Acacia Blossom

Part 3: Acacia' Thorn

Part 4: Bloom

@droopycoquette

Leave Your Mark

Don't Hate the Player

Rest, My Love

@gonesgone

so close, yet so far, part one.

bridging the gap, part two

heart to heart, part three.

@mxyx-rx444

Let the Good Times Roll

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

@stadiumbleachers

match and spark

Attitude Adjustment

Fire & Desire

@scribblecake

Gentle Lights

Chap 1.

Chap 2.

@zymruk

Izogie / reader one-shot

Izogie x reader fluff

@blacksapphhicmaddonna

half truths pt. 1

@naomis-daydream

ex-factor

@theeblackmedusa

looking for love

@s0lam3y

Jealous

@etherealiss

Midnight Whiskey Confessions.

@justariellove

Always With Me

@noneofyabuisnezs

Entertainment

If anyone wants to be removed please let me know!

#izogie #izogie fanfiction #izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #izogie woman king #wlw #black women #masterlist

[mickimomo]

Ooooooooo that update for Seek and Destroy. Loving this Au universe.

Attuma was extra cute with okoye. “Angel”

🤭🤭 so cute. Wanted to thank you here as well for the update. How I would love for them to actually be in the movie. 💚💚💚

Ahhhh! I'm glad you're enjoying it! 😊

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #okoye #attuma #okottuma #mickimomo #okoye x attuma fanfic #attuma x okoye fanfic #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse au #attoye week participant #attoye week #attoye-week #attoye fanfic #attoye #miguel ohara #peter b parker #jessica drew

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When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to and publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

💚💚💚💚

It's ever-changing, but here's my top 5 for today!

1. You Can't Hurry Love - The Supremes

2. Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder

3. Substitute Lover - Half Pint

4. How Does It Feel? - Samm Henshaw

5. I Ain't Worried - OneRepublic

#add it to the playlist immediately #playlists #music i vibe to

[mickimomo]

🫶🏾 Thank you!

Lemme tag some folks to spread the love!

@karimk2 @umber-cinders @pilesofpillows @siancore @chottopoco @yucamortal @sharonrb

(Now y'all know I suck at handles... so feel free to add some more!)

Happy fanfic writer appreciation day!

And it's okay if you're on hiatus or have writers block or just busy with life. You're still amazing!

#fanfic writers appreciation #thanks for creating

[mickimomo]

I really REALLY want a Zelda playable game that isn’t a spin off. Like, a genuine well made game where you can play as Zelda and her goddess powers shine through in her swordsmanship that’d be SO COOL (just ignore the fact Link literally face plants into the past btw he’s totally fine)

#zelda totk #totk comic #totk link #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom

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Bloom

Izogie x Doctor!Black!Fem!Reader

AO3 Link Final Part of the Acacia series. NSFW series @theeblackmedusa here's the last plate of Izogie food.

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“Nawi-” (Y/n) breathed out.

Izogie moved past the paralyzed healer and approached the shocked girl.

“Problem?”

“You-”

“-I?”

“You…you were kissing (Y/n)…” Her eyes tried to move past the warrior to see the doctor, but Izogie wouldn’t allow it.

“-And what of it?”

“I thought we weren’t allowed to-”

“-Yeah.” Izogie gave her a curt nod.

“Then how are you breaking the rules?”

“Who is breaking rules?”

Izogie straightened up when her eyes landed on Nanisca before her gaze moved back to Nawi.

The girl’s lips parted hesitantly as she stared at the general before she refocused on Izogie. “Uh…” She started before furrowing her brows. “I thought I saw Izogie doing something, but she was explaining…”

“Doing what exactly?”

“Kissing.”

Izogie stared holes into Nawi before moving her gaze to Nanisca. “I think there was a misunderstanding. I was helping (Y/n) scrub off before she got into the bath. Is that a crime?”

Nanisca arched a brow. “Could she not do that in the community bath?”

“I did not think it would be wise to get that much blood in the water.”

“So, you decide to do it in a crevice where no one can see the two of you?”

“Privacy.” Izogie shrugged off the general’s inquiries with ease.

“(Y/n).” Nanisca crossed her arms as she looked around Izogie.

“Y-Yes, General?”

“Come forward.”

The doctor stepped out of the darkness and stood in the lantern-lit light, squinting her eyes in slight discomfort. “Yes?”

“Have you been fraternizing inappropriately with Izogie?”

(Y/n) wished to lie, but her lips betrayed her as the general stared into her soul.

“Yes.”

“You are to pack your things and leave.”

Her eyes widened. “L-Leave?!”

“Yes. You know the rules. You were Agojie.” She frowned. “She belongs to the king.”

“Nanisca please! Have mercy! I-”

“-You should be grateful that I’m only banishing you from tending to and living amidst the Agojie. Mercy is me not reporting your treasonous acts to the King.” She narrowed her eyes. “Would you prefer death?”

(Y/n) let out a pained sob before shaking her head meekly. “Thank you.” She offered a quick bow. “I’ll pack my things and be gone like the wind.”

Dark brown eyes watched the black woman quickly walk away before she broke into a jog.

“And you are choosing to watch her leave when you’re in trouble?”

Izogie looked at Nanisca with pleading eyes. “Why are you treating her like she initiated this?”

“Because I’m hoping and praying that you know better, since you want to become Miganon someday.”

Izogie felt her eyes burn as she clenched her jaw before she straightened up. “Can I at least tell her goodbye?”

“If you see her off, I will tell the king of this offence and have her executed.” Nanisca stared her down.

Izogie let out a shaky breath. “Then would you wish for me to put out my eyes first?”

“Do not test me, Izogie.”

“You are asking me to not watch the sun rise. You are asking me not to inhale.” Tears began to fall down her face. “My heart is being torn out and you won’t let me watch where it goes.”

“You are Agojie.” Nanisca’s eyes darkened as she observed Izogie’s grief. “You do not need a heart.” She looked her over. “It will make you weak and pathetic like you are now.”

“I am not weak and pathetic.”

The general unsheathed a dagger and held it out. “Then go kill her.”

“Nanisca-”

“Kill. Her.”

Izogie couldn’t stop her tears from falling as she grabbed the dagger. “Of all the things you ask me to do, you ask me to stab myself in the heart?”

“She is not your heart.”

“She is my heart, my soul, and my home.” Izogie breathed out before opening her scar on her thigh in one swift motion before throwing the blade on the ground. “I will not see her off, so you must let her live.”

Nanisca watched Izogie walk inside the bathing quarters before staring at the blade on the ground.

Nawi bit the inside of her cheek before walking away with the general.

Izogie was inconsolable as she fell apart in the water.

She had been too greedy thinking she could have love and serve her king too.

Now she lost her lover and resented that she was serving the king without the freedom of having a companion.

The king had many lovers, but she couldn’t have one?

The world could never gaze upon her, but she only wanted one pair of eyes to see her.

Why couldn’t she have (Y/n)?

(Y/n) with the soft (skin tone) brown skin and bright (e/c) eyes.

(Y/n) with the soft lips that always pulled into a smile around her or parted to laugh.

(Y/n), who would always scold her and patch her up.

(Y/n), who would hold her close when she was falling apart.

(Y/n), who could defeat the cold with a hug and chase away nightmares with a gentle caress.

(Y/n), who always knew what herbs or remedies were needed to make her feel better.

(Y/n), who was supposed to become her wife.

She was supposed to get spoiled rotten and be happy.

She couldn’t do anything until the war was over.

If she ever wanted to see (Y/n) again, she’d have to end this ongoing conflict with the Oyo.

She’d do whatever it took to see (Y/n) again.

Izogie took a deep breath before slipping under the water.

She was a true Agojie now.

She no longer had a heart.

**-**

Morning arrived and (Y/n) was gone without a trace.

It was almost as if she never existed.

Izogie didn’t sleep last night, but her performance did not show it.

She refused any treatment for her injury as she went about her day training everyone with her usual intensity.

Nawi had expected extra venom to be directed at her, but there was none.

If anything, it was almost as if she were a ghost.

Whenever Izogie’s eyes landed on her, she always felt like she was being looked through and not looked at.

Whispers often floated around about (Y/n)’s abrupt disappearance as the days rolled by.

The sheer amount of creativity each rumor was woven with made Izogie eager to hunt down each rumor’s source.

“I heard (Y/n) ran off with a man.”

“I heard (Y/n) prescribed the wrong medicine to a patient and got kicked out.”

“I heard (Y/n) tried to harm one of the Agojie!”

“I heard (Y/n)-”

“-Do you have nothing else to do beyond gossiping the day away?” Izogie snapped.

Amenza arched a brow at her comrade as she scooped a spoonful of food in her mouth. “Is something troubling you?”

The healers bowed their head with shame and squeaked out apologies before refocusing on their meal.”

“I’m fine.”

“Izogie.”

“I said I’m fine.” She got up with her food and walked away.

Day rolled into weeks and weeks rolled into months.

While Izogie trained to grow stronger, (Y/n) settled in a home she built just outside of Dahomey.

It wasn’t anything grand.

It was small and homely.

Enough for one person and the occasional patient she took in to maintain some kind of income.

She wore a wooden mask whenever she left her home and whenever patients were present.

Part of her wished Izogie would happen across her home and visit.

Words could not describe how much she missed the warrior.

Packing her things frantically and leaving was hard, but staying away and not looking for her was harder.

It would be easy to find her on one of the many routes the Agojie often traveled.

Her soul would be too greedy if she dared to only take a glance at the passing warrior.

She would want to stand in her presence.

To hold her hands.

To hear her laugh.

To hug her tight.

To kiss her.

To wipe away her tears and hear about all the things she had achieved in her absence.

Unfortunately, she would never see her again.

No matter how hard she hoped and prayed, Izogie would never see her again.

She would help the people of Dahomey and stay out of the Agojie’s way.

This would be her life until she passed on and joined the ancestors.

At least she got to experience love.

Not many got the chance.

The doctor looked up at the sky and admired how blue it looked for a moment or two before walking inside.

**-**

(Y/n) was torn from her sleep by shaky hands and the light of a lamp.

"(Y/N)! GET UP!"

The doctor struggled to stir from her sleep. "W-What? Why?"

"GET UP!" Amenza slapped her arms a few times until she growled and got up.

“A-Amenza?!”

“Yes! Wake up!”

“Why- What…. How did you get into my home!? How did you find me?!”

“I was shown the way here and figured out how to get in.” She shrugged off her questions. “Come on!”

"It is the middle of the night!" The woman scowled as she allowed the woman to drag her out of her home.

"I promise I would not break into your home and stir you from your sleep with violence without reason."

"What reason could-" She fell silent as she watched Nawi and Nanisca try to carry a battered Izogie off the back of a wagon. "-by the stars-" She breathed out as she ran forward to help before freezing when the blanket that was draped over the wounded warrior fell. 

Her arm was broken to the point that the bone was protruding from her flesh and her abdomen was wrapped tightly with bloody bandages. 

Her lips were stained with blood, and she looked ghastly. 

"(Y/n), she needs help."

Her eyes moved to Nanisca. "I am not a miracle worker." Her breathed out as she shook her head slowly. "I-" She pressed a shaky hand to her lips. "-why-"

Izogie was limp in their arms, her chest barely rising and falling as she stared at her. 

"This isn't time to doubt yourself." She said firmly. "This is time you could be spending trying to work a miracle."

Nawi's eyes were red from crying. "Izogie said you were the best doctor we had. She threatened to close her eyes if we didn’t take her to you. I know you can do something, (Y/n)." She looked at her before sniffling. "Please?"

“You cast me out and now wish for me to help?”

“Have your feelings died for her?” Nanisca stared at her.

“Never.”

“Then help her.”

(Y/n)'s mind raced with ideas and possible remedies before she sighed. "Come." She turned around and led them inside, her burgundy nightgown welcoming the cool night breeze with each step. 

She had them lay the warrior on her bed and run to fetch water as she began to assess her condition.

Three bullet wounds that had surprisingly missed all of her vitals, one arm that was broken to such a degree that it would have to be removed, and a few gashes that would only heal if she survived her other wounds.

(Y/n) took a deep breath. 

She would have to clean her body thoroughly, check for any bullet fragments, and patch her up properly. 

Once Nawi brought her two bowls of heated water, she got to work. 

Amenza, Nanisca, and Nawi helped cycle out the water when it got too filthy with blood or dirt and changed out the candles when they burned too low.

It was midday the next day by the time the doctor had finished treating Izogie. 

"I patched her up, but only time will reveal if she survives."

"Then she will stay here and be in your care."

(Y/n) offered an exhausted nod. "Ok."

"Rest up." She nodded again, earning a motherly look and a rare smile from the general. "Go, we will see ourselves out."

(Y/n) offered one last nod before retreating back to her room to clean everything up.

Once she was satisfied with the area, she grabbed a spare blanket and fell asleep beside Izogie without a second thought. 

When she woke up, Izogie was still beside her and resting.

Izogie’s eyes remained closed for four whole days.

Every day, (Y/n) changed her bandages and carefully cleaned her wounds. Always praying for the day, the warrior would stir from her sleep with an earnest heart. Always tending to her with the utmost care as she counted down the days.

(Y/n) sat beside her, poking at her meal.

Struggling to eat with a heavy heart until a tired whisper filled the silence. 

"I've never seen such a sad flower."

Her head snapped up to look at the warrior. "I-Izogie?"

"Hey beautiful."

"Don't 'hey beautiful' me." Her hands shook as she set down her food and turned fully in her direction. "I should curse you out." She whispered as she gently touched her cheek. "I thought you promised me that you'd be careful."

Izogie offered a weak smile as she leaned into her touch. "I think I kept my word."

"You were nearly dead when they brought you to me."

"But I'm alive." Izogie hummed softly. 

"Yes, but at what cost?" (Y/n) frowned as tears fell down her face. "You cannot be Miganon with one arm. I doubt you will get to go out and fight after you recover."

Izogie offered a small shrug. "All is not lost."

"All is not lost?!?"

“I fought honorably.”

“And nearly died!”

“But I’m alive.”

“Izogie.”

“I figured out a way to come back to you permanently.”

“Permanently?”

“Yes.”

“You ended the war?”

“It’s at a temporary stand still.”

“That’s not permanent.”

“Think, my love.” Izogie smiled. "If I cannot be a member of the Agojie because of my injuries, I can take you as my wife." (Y/n) was speechless as she continued. "We can get a small home. Start a farm. Adopt kids. Grow old." She took a soft breath. “Whatever you want, remember?”

"Izogie." Her voice sounded pained as tears stung her eyes.

Izogie’s eyes softened as she looked up at the doctor.

"Do you not want that anymore?"

"I do. I just-"

"-stop overthinking." Izogie whispered. "Just say yes and we'll figure it out as we go."

“Can it be that easy?”

“Do you feel at peace with me here?”

“Yes.”

“Then say yes.”

“What if Nanisca says no?”

“She won’t.” Izogie assured her. “Just say yes and let me take care of you.”

“You’re still injured.”

“I can still tend to my future wife.” Izogie smiled up at her. “You just have to sit on my face.”

“Not until you heal properly.” (E/c) eyes moved down to her thigh. “I don’t even know how you reopened the wound I treated on your thigh.

“I just kept reopening it and letting it heal.”

“Why!?”

“Nanisca asked me to kill you to prove my loyalty, and I decided to harm myself instead.”

(Y/n) took a deep breath before letting a few tears fall. “They are banned from my home.” She whispered. “They cannot take you back.”

“They will not come back for me.” She whispered. “We are safe.”

“Once you are well enough to travel, we will leave Dahomey and find somewhere safe to live.”

Izogie nodded slowly. “Whatever you wish for.”

(Y/n) smiled at her words before laying down beside her. “I love you, Izogie.”

“I love you too, (Y/n).”

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