#⸢ ☆ ⸥ it is not for nothing that i am called the black panther | ❛ black panther ❜ (616)

[iberiancadre]

I've talked about this before but I have a deep dislike of sentiment like this within "leftist" circles, regarding unions. And it's practically always from USamericans, go figure.

(Before anyone interprets this post on bad faith, which is inevitable, I am not against being in a union and I am not telling people not to join a union, it's the most inmediate form of protection workers have and that is, in fact, good)

It's this overbearing insistence on joining unions, treating it like the best (and only) way of achieving workers' liberation, and I think that shows either a bad understanding of what unions are or a bad understanding of how capitalism works. Unions are bargaining bodies for workers, that's it. They aren't revolutionary, and they aren't going to kill your boss. And I want to really hammer in this point. They aren't revolutionary. Precisely because their role is to bargain, and to achieve better conditions within the system of salaried work.

You are never going to "liquidate the ownership class" by getting longer breaks, paid holidays and an excellent health plan. Keep in mind, bargaining with the capitalist is necessary, and that in itself isn't non-revolutionary, not necessarily. But the only purpose of a union is to bargain. I really don't think people get this. A union's only purpose is to bargain, it is to negotiate. Negotiations also necessarily imply compromises and unsatisfactory deals. Unions are not a magic key to not being exploited, and they especially are not the way to liberation.*

I think this is especially prevalent in the US because of two things:

Their labor movement is so fucked that any kind of opposition to capitalism is by default radical. And therefore some people feel it's enough to just tell people to join a union. However, this isn't unique to the US and many places have it much, much worse

Living in the imperial hegemon makes it very easy to ignore any other place outside of their little sphere. People can go years engaging in left-of-DNC circles but without ever leaving their USamerican community, they end up not knowing who James Baldwin is, to give a topical example. This affects the US labor movement by allowing them to ignore other places' struggles, so it's very easy to see anything they do as the horizon of political action. They only need to look to their own country for examples in action, and the truth is that the labor movement in the US has been largely very mild. In the cases when it has not been mild (notable exceptions include the Black Panthers), it's largely forgotten, demonized or revised in bigger circles.

So you get people who call themselves communists just for being unionists. But a communist is someone who identifies the core of exploitation to be the very structure of capitalism and work and attacks it. You are not a communist, however, for believing the core of exploitation is your shit boss who refuses to pay for dental.

And what's funny is that 90% of what people on here claim to be communist and anti-capitalist is just the norm on most of the world. People will hype up the DSA or VoteSocialist2024 as if they're breaking ground, and then you read their programs and they're just socialdemocrats. They are nothing more than reformists, just another manager of capitalism.

My father works for one of the biggest textile manufacturers and distributors in the world, and unionization is the norm, it's a "union job" but it's still shitty and exploitative. There are in fact 3 unions, and they engage in petty electoralism within the workplace, only sometimes actually protecting worker's rights, and that's a country-wide norm. This is what unions end up becoming when they become established, especially with a friendly government in place.

CCOO was a union created in the late fascist dictatorship in Spain, and they were genuinely fighting (with guns!) against the dictatorship. And the moment the dictatorship ended and they became the largest union in the country, they slowly became less and less radical, and more complacent. Last year they signed a labor reform that legalizes highly precarious and inconsistent forms of work contracts. That's not "liquidating the ownership class", that's just social-democracy when it doesn't need to be the opposition anymore

To wrap up, a note on syndicalism, anarcho-syndicalism, etc.

Unions are by their very nature an organization that only operates within one aspect of the life of the working class, the workplace. Sure, it's the main one and the part that defines us as a class, but it isn't the only one. In order to actually "liquidate the ownership class", you have to take power by force, and that will have to involve intervening outside of the workplace. What syndicalists used to claim is that unions can be the base of a socialist society and organize the entire working class to destroy capitalism. However, at that point, you have created a party and called it a union. And not only a party, but a myriad of them, each with their own characteristics and desires. So a multi-party system. I will not get into the viability of multiple parties in socialism in this post, but they are not unions in anything by name.

Footnote under the cut:

*I know I'm repeating myself a lot these days on this topic, but if you live in an imperial core country, there is no way to have prosperity (as the example above puts it) without some of that wealth coming from imperialism. It does not matter if your particular country never had colonies, it does not matter if your country is stereotypically nice (fuck the Nordic countries). And no, the expoliated wealth does not only remain within the capitalist class, there is always at least some circulation of wealth from the capitalist to the workers within any welfare program. If your workplace can afford to have long breaks, that is at least in part because your capitalist is profiting from the exploitation of the third world, and because the entire economies of imperial core countries uses the wealth extracted to support their deficits and to stabilize their currencies.

It's not a hard concept. If you can understand that it's basically impossible to manufacture batteries for renewable energy without exercising violence on places like the Congo, it's not that hard to understand the same is true for most things.

#real marxist hours #unions #finally got (mostly) all of my thoughts on this into words #accidentally posted before I completed it and now there's two posts :(

[inmyheadimobsessed]

Your Spark Got Lazy

pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader

summary: shuri misses your birthday dinner because she's too caught up in her work, things ensue

contains: hurt/comfort (if you squint), smut (18+), smidge of angst

word count: 1836

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: sooooo this turned into something i did not plan for it to turn into. i’m not mad at it though. i wrote this whilst sitting on the couch next to my family on thanksgiving, fun times man. also i don't speak xhosa, so thank you my mutual & @lehlehwrites for the corrections! hope you enjoy <33

updated translations: sthandwa - my love, bambo'lwami - my other half, mtuwam - my person

“Griot, I need you to run an analysis on this immediately.” Shuri called, and the AI complied. You stood watching her from behind as she worked on a new upgrade for the Sunbird. It was cute really, the way she was wrapped up in her work, scribbling angles and dimensions on her board.

Her curls bounced with the brisk movements of her hand, pulling your gaze on her in even further. Her gray jumpsuit clung to that frame you loved so much and you bit your lip. The smile fighting its way to your face was involuntary. Any sight of Shuri made your heart stutter and your insides melt, but you had to remember why you were here.

Irritation sizzled in your chest as you recounted the night’s events, and gone was your fond smile for your girlfriend.

Shuri had yet to notice your presence in her lab, which only amplified your annoyance.

“Panther, you have a‒” Griot’s attempt at alerting her of your being in the room was waved off by the newly crowned Queen. Your eye twitched at this, and you plastered on a vengeful grin. Still, you said nothing. Shuri’s ability to zone out on command would be a forever haunting act.

You leaned against the large white column in the center of the room, eyes following her twitching hands.

“You should continue those calculations as I instructed, instead of interrupting me. This is not what I designed you for.” She shifted over to her sand table and you tilted your head curiously at her. If your anger toward her weren’t molting into lava by the passing of every second she went without acknowledging you, you would probably be very turned on at the moment. Being around Shuri in work mode always did it for you.

She placed herself back in front of the board, letting her eyes dart around the lab long enough to spot you. Shuri froze then, and she stopped breathing. She still faced away from you, but you could tell by the way her back’s erratic rising and falling had halted.

It was easy to realize this would be her defense mechanism; avoiding your eyes, facing away from you for as long as you permitted. Normally you were not one for cruelty, but this was no normal circumstance. You let Shuri stand there, unmoving, holding her breath for a few beats. Her heart was thumping, it had to be, on the verge of leaping out her chest, in search of refuge from your impending rath.

“You may breathe now.” You rolled your eyes and she spun to face you. Shuri was at your side in seconds.

Sweaty palms clasped your beat face, “Bambo'lwami, forgive me.” You said nothing, a lone grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. She gulped, like actually gulped. It was audible, and it was a glorious sound. You wanted the sensation — Shuri bracing herself for her imminent demise — to blanket you in all its glory.

Remorseful cocoa eyes studied you, taking in your glamorous appearance. Your box braids hung down your back in a side part, draping your lavender sequined dress. Your Kimoyo earrings twinkled under the lights hung overhead. Plump, perfect lips glossed with precision. Your custom necklace, made by hers truly adorned your neck, and it's where her gaze decided to focus. Shuri was avoiding your eyeline at all costs.

“My love, I am sorry, truly.” Her voice was hushed and shy. Shuri, who usually commanded each room she was in, was reverting into herself. And you had yet to reprimand her for her actions. It was truly spectacular.

Grin still hanging loosely on your lips, growing with disdain as time ticked on, you stepped around the shorter woman. You strode to her sand table, dragging a manicured nail through the fine grains. Your feet placed you in front of her board and you began swiping through her designs.

“Say something.” You let a soft chuckle fly out of you at her words and you saw her reflection flinch on the screen.

“So. This is what my loving girlfriend has been up to all day. Hmm? Why she ignored my messages? Why she missed my birthday dinner?” You turned to face her then.

Hesitation was evident in her steps as she made her way towards you again, “I lost track of time. I planned to be there, I just-”

“Lost track of time.” You nodded, eyeing her and the forlorn on her face.

Shuri grabbed your hands, attempting to kiss them in apology, but you tugged them away harshly. The hurt in your stomach grew tall as it began stacking on top of itself. You were eager to forgive Shuri usually, aware of the turmoil that plagued her life as of late. You excused a lot of her actions without question, and accepted her apologies with ease. But this time it was different. It was your birthday and she promised she would show up. She was the one to pick your outfit and your jewelry. Your excitement about the night stemmed from her own.

“Shuri, I reminded you this morning, before you left. I know how you get so I made it a point to remind you. Yet you did not show.”

She reached for your hands again, and this time you allowed it. “Sthandwa, I know I’ve hurt you. I know you were counting on me and I let you down. I shouldn’t have missed your birthday.”

Tears stung your eyes and it was your turn to avert her gaze. Your irises focused on her tattoo, examining it as if it was a new discovery.

“Look at me please, my heart. I am so sorry.”

“Saying sorry will not fix it this time, Shuri.” You pulled your hands out of her warm grip and a line snapped inside you. “You know, it’s not even about my birthday at this point, it's about your constant absence in my life, this relationship. I know you are hurting, mtuwam but you have to let me in.”

Shuri stayed silent as you spoke, letting your words wash over her. There was nothing about what you said to refute. She knew you were correct, and you could see the shame clouding her eyes.

You took your earrings out, gently placing them on the table beside you. Her eyes tracked you as you did, knowing what your action meant, accepting the finality of the moment. You felt it too and it was too cold to bear. You gave her a quick once over, committing her to memory. Breathtakingly beautiful and able to set your body ablaze just by existing.

Stepping around her to leave, she grabbed your wrist. Firm and swift, and demanding enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Give me a chance to fix us.” Shuri pleaded, eyes desperate.

You scoffed, “Our relationship is not one of your inventions. You cannot just tinker with it until you deem it fixed, Shuri.”

She leapt forward, cradling your jaw anxiously. “Let me try.”

Simple, tender words worked their way through your system and settled inside. You folded then. She pulled your forehead to meet hers and sparks flew. You felt it. Bast, you felt everything for this brilliant woman. She navigated all your emotions so delicately.

“Please, bambo'lwami.”

Shuri got on her tiptoes, planting her velvet lips on yours, working them in that magical way she does. You kissed her back immediately, without a beat of hesitation. Hunger climbed from your depths as you deepened the kiss. You swallowed each other's breaths greedily, moaning in sync. Shuri’s hands found your curves, caressing and squeezing whatever she could. She slammed your back against a wall violently, the strength of the Black Panther thrilling in her veins.

Your lips trailed her sharp jawline, licking and sucking desperately. Shuri’s hand slipped under your dress with haste and you whined when her finger trailed the outside of your panties.

You sucked in a breath, “Thought you said no sex in the lab.”

“This is different, it's your birthday.” She was on her knees before you could blink, hiking your dress up like an animal in heat. Her impatience was always a turn on. With your dress around your middle, Shuri peppered hot, ravenous kisses from the stretch marks decorating your stomach, to your large thighs. She took her time working to your core and you whined. She smirked up at you before licking the inside of your leg.

Shuri snaked her finger under the waistband of your lace panties, guiding them down excruciatingly slowly. She knew what she was doing and you did not enjoy it.

“You should pick up the pace, your majesty. Do not mistake my lust for forgiveness.”

Your underwear hit your ankles and you stepped out of them. Shuri dragged a thumb through your folds and the hiss that escaped your mouth was of the most sinful. Your wetness coated her fingers as she rubbed delicate circles on your clit, the way she knew you loved.

“You speak of not forgiving me my darling, but it seems as though your pretty little cunt did not get the memo. She is so drenched for me, dripping all over my lab.” Shuri purred.

She stood on her feet, bringing her damp fingers to your swollen lips. “Imagine if her royal subjects could hear the filth you utter.”

You sucked her fingers as instructed before she returned them to your pussy. Two fingers in your hole, thumb massaging your clit. Her thrusts were intense and sweet, coaxing your orgasm out of you. You moaned with abandon in her ear, letting her lips abuse your neck.

Your pleasure wrapped around itself, tightening to a snapping point. Shuri wanted you to snap, she wanted you to spill all over her fingers. Her fingers fucked you with unabashed starvation and you were a mess.

“Make a mess for me my love, I know you're close.” She pecked your neck, teeth grazing over the many bruises she’d created. Her words tipped, pushed, shoved you over angrily. Your whine of ecstasy bounced off the walls and rang in your ears. Pleasure rained down on you, traveling with hurricane level winds and waves.

Your knees buckled immediately, and you fell to the ground, Shuri right behind you. She pulled her fingers from within you and sucked them clean.

She let her hands find your sweaty face, tucking loose braids behind your ears. Her brown eyes fanned your exasperated form. She studied you, eyes twinkling before she smiled sadly. You glared back at her between your half lidded, heavy eyes and returned her smile.

Shuri bit her lip. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I lost sight of us, admitting that is hard. Admitting I caused you pain is hard, but I promise you this: It shall never happen again.” Shuri leaned in to kiss your forehead and you hummed, for it was the only response you could muster.

#shuri x black!reader #lyricswriting #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri x plus size!reader #shuri x f!reader #shuri #shuri x black!fem reader #myworks #shuri fic #shuri smut #wakanda forever #black panther #marvel #marvel fic #mcu #mcu fic #letitia wright fanfic #letitia wright #shuri x y/n

[mischievoushiddleston]

Pleasure With The Enemy

Pairing: Namor/Reader

Warnings: Smut

Masterlist here!

Warining: SPOILER FOR BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER

The attack came as a surprise, not that of the CIA, but that of Talocan. She dimly saw Okoye struggling with the man with the blue skin, but then being thrown into the water. Y/N remembered looking to Shuri as she spoke to him, but was too weak to get up. How did she get herself into this situation? Oh yeah...she was friends with Shuri and helped her track down this scientist, Riri Williams. It happened every time that she let Shuri get her into these situations. She still noticed how she got some kind of mask before she fell unconscious again. When she woke up again, she was in a bed in some kind of underwater cave. Y/N looked around and saw Shuri and Riri standing there. Carefully, she stood up and called attention to herself.

"Y/N...you're awake," she said happily and wanted to hug them, but she stopped her. "What the hell am I doing here? Where am I anyway..." Shuri sighed. "In Talocan..." she said softly. "What?!" she said loudly, looking around, "I have nothing to do with any of this!" "Calm down..." "No, I won't...I want to talk to this Namor guy..." she said and walked to a gun, "I want to talk to Namor...Now..." Shuri came up to her, "Y/N, calm down...you know he's dangerous." Y/N looked firmly at her. "I'm in his realm either way, aren't I?" she asked, looking to the guard. "So?"

Shortly, she was taken to where Namor was. She looked around, impressed. It was beautiful, even though she was here against her will. Y/N saw him painting on something and took a deep breath. "I want to go home," she said, and he turned to look at her. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that right now," he said and stood up. She looked at him and noticed the wings on his feet. "The princess, the scientist and you will stay here until I find a solution, besides you know the location of Talocan..." "In case you haven't been informed...I've been unconscious the whole time and I'm here for Shuri...I have nothing to do with any of this," she said, taking a deep breath. Namor raised his eyebrows. "You're mad at her, aren't you?" "What gave it away?" she asked him, and he just smiled. "Actually, I was planning on talking to Shuri first, but I suppose I could do that a little later...Let me tell you about the history of my people..." he said and started talking about what danger there was and how it had all come to this in the first place. She sat and looked at the painter's clean and stroked it carefully. "I'd like to see Talocan," she said, smiling slightly. He put a hand next to hers as she looked up at him cautiously over his shoulder. She turned to him and looked into his eyes. "Not like this...you'd be dead in no time, but we have suits..." he said as he returned her gaze. Y/N raised her hand, not even knowing why, but she caressed his cheek. He seemed nowhere near as dangerous as Shuri had led her to believe, at least not to her. Carefully, she stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. "You should be careful, little human..." "Why?" she asked softly against his lips. "I am the enemy of Wakanda..." he said. She shrugged her shoulders. "Not mine, and there's nothing wrong with giving in to the lust," she said, kissing him. Namor wrapped his arm around her and passionately returned the kiss. She held onto his shoulders as he lifted her up. It all happened quickly, so she barely had a moment to consider her decision. Namor had lifted her and was carrying her to a reclining area. He didn't hesitate to undress her and pull her shirt over her head. She closed her eyes and gasped slightly as he kissed her neck, nibbling at the skin as his hands stroked over her body. He unclasped her bra and glared at her as he pulled it off her before reaching for her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. "Namor..." she moaned softly, stroking his chest down to his erection, but removing his robe first. He kissed her passionately one more time, and then kissed down to take her nipple into his mouth and suck on it. "Take me, please..." Namor looked up at her and unzipped her pants before pulling them and her panties down and dropping them carelessly beside him. "I've never had anything with a woman from the surface world," he said as he slid his fingers to her pussy and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He sucked on the skin of her thigh as he pushed two fingers inside her, making her arch her back as she clawed at his hair. He began thrusting in and out of her, making her moan repeatedly. His lips moved higher and then licked over her pussy. "Namor!" she moaned loudly. Y/N arched her back as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, writhing inside her each time. She could soon feel her orgasm building inside her. "I'm cumming," she moaned, tightening around his fingers. He looked up at her, enjoying the way she was responding, and continued as he sucked faster on her clit. Suddenly she cumming around his fingers and moaning loudly. Namor pushed his pants down and reached for his cock. He pumped it a few times before crawling up and rubbing it against her entrance. Y/N pulled him down to her and kissed her passionately. She moaned and tasted herself. In one quick and rough thrust, he was completely inside her, surprising her as she had to adjust to him. She clawed tightly into his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. Namor began to pull out of her almost completely before thrusting deep back into her. The bed surface beneath them shook as he thrust roughly into her pussy. She could hardly get used to the feel of his cock inside her as he fucked her hard and fast. He put one hand under her and on the middle of her back so that she was close to him as he kept bumping against her G-spot. She clawed at his back and moaned. Her second orgasm began to build inside her. Namor sucked on the skin of her neck, moaning himself as she grew tighter around his cock. "Cum for me," Namor commanded her, and she grew even tighter around him, making it almost impossible for him to thrust in and out of her. Y/N arched her back and cumming around him. However, Namor didn't stop then, still thrusting into her fast and hard until he thrust deep inside her one last time, filling her pussy with his cum. She breathed heavily and looked at him. Y/N raised her hand to stroke his cheek, but was interrupted when she heard a voice. "K'uk'ulkan," a female voice said, and Namor glared at her before pulling out and dressing. "When I come back, I want you to have decided whether you're on Talocan's side or Wakanda's..." he said, leaving her behind. After a while, she got dressed and was taken back to Suri. During all that time, she was thinking about what to do, not knowing that the decision would be taken from her....

#Namor #Namor smut #namor the sub mariner #black panther 2 #spoiler #black panther wakanda forever spoiler #black panther wakanda forever #Namor One Shot #Tenoch Huerta #tenoch huerta smut #tenoch huerta one shot #tenoch huerta namor

[generallysapphic]

to hold your hand in mine +18 (shuri x riri)

riri has a fear of drowning, and shuri wants to help, but she finds it’s more of riri’s guilt thats haunting her.

riri centric, i could write essays about this woman 🫶🏽

this is more so a character and relationship study piece i’ve been dying to write for these cute lil lesbians for a very long time. healthy black lesbian relationships mean a lot to me so i had to write them again!! this is more so angsty than most of my stories so expect that! (queen ramonda is alive, namor is dead)

warnings; established relationship, descriptive nightmares, LOTS of survivors guilt, thoughts of death, panic attacks, fear of death and drowning, talks of death, small argument and slight miscommunication, lots of crying, heavy feelings of guilt, protective! shuri/ strap on sex, slight hair pulling, soft core sex, more crying, overstim, pet names, first time, praise kink, communication.

song inspo: ceilings by lizzy mcalpine (please go listen!)

dedicated to all the shuriri lesbians/sapphics out there, i see you and understand you 🫶🏽

tag list!! @shuriszn @msplayas @zayswriting @dejaonline @fetchyourlife @crispynightmaremagazine @verachii @bubshri @karimwillia @ashleighshaw @letitias-fav @neptoons1998 @shurixririshipper @cansah2002-blog @widowmakker @tuesdaylovesu @chocoflagcutii @zhanylai @blackgirlfariy @i-luvv-stars @heartsforjojo @kamorsstuff @jessiap @pidgemotoiii @shuriris-suff @shurixririshipper

riri wakes up with a jolt, the air flying out of her lungs, gasping deeply, as she grounds herself on the bed, squeezing the sheets between her hands. she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to count back from 50 like her therapist said, but her ears are still ringing, her eyes are still burning, she can still hear shuri, “mama! mama, wake up, wake up!” and it’s too much.

she shudders, still trying to count, finding the kimoyo beads shuri gave her on her wrist and toying with them, just to feel something to calm herself. griot alerts, “is something wrong, ms williams?” and riri blinks, looking down and letting out an uncomfortable laugh, “no, no, i’m fine. sorry to wake you… well, i guess you don’t sleep,” she says softly, moving the sheets away from her legs and sitting on the edge of the bed and shaking her leg.

griot starts, “do you want me to call the panther for you?” and riri’s stomach aches, her head ringing, “no! no, no, i’m seriously fine. do not call shuri,” she reiterates and griot speaks again, “your heart is pacing at 132 beats a minute and it appears your REM schedule has been disrupted. it seems… did you have a nightmare, princess?”

angrily, riri takes the beds off and sets them on her dresser, it’s too many questions she can’t answer right now. she walks away, heading to her bathroom and running some cool water to calm herself down.

she had been having the same nightmare for over three months now. she’s always drowning, it starts, all the water from the ocean feels like it’s sat on her chest and she can’t move. her eyes aren’t open, but she can see and her brain is unresponsive and nothing makes sense, expect the queen. the queen of wakanda, someone she barely knows is rushing towards her, holding her softly and pulling her to the light. she can feel it on her skin, and she knows someone is giving her CPR because the weight on her chest is a softer one, one of hope and love that wants her to wake up. she never does though, her eyes still closed and even the queen isn’t awake. but she still feels everything, she hears shuri screaming and crying and it tears her up inside, she feels like she’s dying, it’s awful—

riri blinks, the tears in her eyes falling into the sink of running water. she looks in the mirror, when did she start crying? she frowns, wiping her tears away with wet hands and cutting off the light once more, walking in the darkness to her bed. she looks at the clock on her dresser, 4:18 am, and sighs, laying back down and looking at the ceiling.

her thoughts are loud, i can’t breathe, i hate this, i miss shuri, why doesn’t she hate me, why am i alive— and she stirs to her side, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. her kimoyo beads go off, the only chime it could be being shuri and she turns over to read the message.

shuri : my love, griot says your vitals are spiked are you alright?

riri frowns again, exhaling a deep breath as her tears form once more, why are you worried about me, hate me and make this easier, please —

you: i’m fine, just had a bad dream.

shuri’s response is immediate, do you want to come home? tell me about it?

riri bites at her lip, home, home and safe with shuri, home with the queen and throne room she got drowned in, home with the mother she nearly killed, who almost died trying to save her, you: no, it’s fine.

shuri types again: i’ll be there in the morning.

riri groans, knowing there’s no way to convince shuri she’s fine and rolls over, accepting it. it makes her heart flutter though, to know that shuri loves her that much, but the fluttering ultimately stops when she’s overcome with guilt. why? why does shuri love her? she can’t fathom it, it was so strange to get that long paragraph in the middle of the night four months ago of shuri’s undying love for her. riri remembers staring at the message for so long, hoping to wake up and never see it again.

her therapist says her guilt is making her feel unlovable, like there’s no way someone can be with her and love for who she is and riri always argues that it makes sense! how could shuri love her; she’s the reason the city flooded, the reason namor wanted to kill the queen in the first place, the reason shuri is the queen now! all because she wanted some fucking extra credit? shuri should’ve let her die, she always concludes.

her eyes feel full once her tangent ends, her poor sheets being picked apart at her hands. riri knows there’s no way she can tell shuri any of this, shuri would just make it worse telling her that riri wasn’t at fault and that she had no way of knowing, but what if she did? how convenient is it that a government official ordains her work and accepts it from MIT? it was right in front of her face, she just chose to look away, she’s so fucking stupid—

her beads go off again, shuri: please call me.

her heart is heavy, she can tell shuri is worried and only one of them needs to be awake right now. she calls her on the phone, it ringing once before shuri picks up, “hi, sthandwa, are you okay?” her accent melting over the phone. riri smiles sadly, eyes wanting to spill over, “yea, i’m fine, i told you— just a nightmare.”

shuri picks it up quick though, “you sound like you’ve been crying,” and riri groans inwardly, damn shuri and her intuition. “well, i haven’t, so,” she snaps back, and shuri sighs. “riri,” and the soft call of her name makes her heart ache, she’s squeezing her sheets again, and closing her eyes to brace herself. “you can tell me, you know? i’m always here for you,”

yeah, why? why can’t you just fucking hate me? “i’m literally fine, shuri, now go to bed, you have to be up in the morning to come get me,” riri jokes slightly, trying to move in from this topic as fast as possible. shuri sighs out a laugh, “i will, but i was worried about you. you haven’t slept with your beads on in so long and the one time you do, griot tells me your heart is pacing and you woke up so suddenly, it just reminded me of a not too long ago.”

riri sighs, she had stopped sleeping with her beads in bed so shuri wouldn’t have a track record of the three months of nightmares and waking up to she’s been going through. the first time she did leave them on, shuri was on top of her health just like now; asking questions and checking on her. so she stopped— and she knew it hurt shuri’s feelings, her kimoyo beads being an extension of her love for her all the way in wakanda, so they can always be connected and close to one another— but riri couldn’t do it, she’d have them on all day and when she slept shuri would know, she’d know about her guilt and it would kill riri to think shuri could find out. “yeah i know, it was just another nightmare, im seriously fine,” riri wants to get off the phone, shuri’s voice so close to her and how caring she is makes all of riri’s body ache.

she hears another sigh from her girlfriend, “okay.. i’m choosing to believe you, love, but please. if there’s anything you need—” riri cuts her off, “yes i know, shuri, i’ll tell you. now go to bed so i can see you in the morning, okay?” she can see shuri’s smile who finally agrees and whispers an ‘i love you’ and riri whispers it back, hanging up and sighing. she looks up at the ceiling, tears spilling over into her bonnet and she once more picks at the sheets and shakes her leg.

shuri’s at her dorm, dora milaje and all, at 10 in the morning. riri had already accepted she wasn’t going back to sleep that night and had decided to stay awake and pack. she got a run in around campus, leaving her beads once more, then decided to get breakfast while she wait on shuri.

when they finally meet at riri’s dorm, shuri pulls her into a deep kiss, rubbing up her back and keeping her close. the inches between them makes shuri dip down a bit to do so. riri wraps her arms around shuri’s neck, smiling into her mouth. she pulls away first, “hi,” she says softly, their foreheads touching. shuri smiles down at her, eyes flashing between her lips and eyes, “hi, my love,” and riri wants to double over, shuri’s nicknames might be the death of her one day.

they’re escorted to the jet quickly, everyone at MIT not even surprised the queen of wakanda was here once more to get her girlfriend. they sit close to each other on the plane, riri’s head on shuri’s shoulders as okoye flies steady to wakanda. shuri whispers to her, “did you go back to sleep after i called you?” and riri looks up and nods, “yeah,” and it’s obviously a lie, she knows she looks exhausted, all from crying, not sleeping, and jogging in just the span of 6 hours.

shuri frowns, “you clearly didn’t, we’ll take a nap once we get back,” and riri wants to hide her smile in shuri’s shoulder, playing with her hand as her body heats up. shuri was always so attentive to riri, always making her take care of herself. you don’t deserve it though, her thoughts creep through and she sighs, closing her eyes, just wanting a small moment of peace. she feels shuri stroke her cheek in her hand and okoye announces they’re very close to home.

riri bites at her lips before it slips out, “how’s your mom?” she whispers lowly and shuri smiles a bit, some sadness on her lips, “doing well. she’s still sleeping,” she says back and riri nods, not wanting to push the boundary any further. queen ramonda’s coma was nearly three months old at this point and even with all the wakandan tech in the world and riri’s help, she still slept, breathing deeply and laying silently.

riri remembers when she woke up first, coughing up water and still hearing screams despite her ears full. the queen was breathing, kimoyo beads shining a bright green to show she was alive, just not awake. shuri rushed to her side and aided her immediately, shaking her and giving her cpr, nakia trying to answers shuri’s screams of “why won’t she wake up?!” as fast as she could. okoye came to riri’s side, holding her and asking her if she was alright but riri couldn’t think; why wasn’t the queen waking up? why did riri wake up and she didn’t? namor speaks amongst all the terror, “shuri. you’re the queen now, take responsibility for your actions,” and he points to riri who sits, frozen, before she looks back at the queen, beads still bright with no sign of her waking up.

she shudders at the memory, tucking her forehead deeper into shuri’s shoulder who leans against her, “you can see her, yknow,” she whispers quietly and shuri’s offered it before but riri feels her chest heave, the weight of seeing the queen again pulling her entire body lower into the ship, “no, i’m— im okay, yknow i don’t do good in hospitals,” and she isn’t completely lying, she really does hate all the medicine and iv bags and such, just reminds her of when she was younger. and shuri nods, completely understanding and loving, and it makes riri feel sick.

okoye speaks, “your highness, we are home,” and riri is grateful she doesn’t have to talk anymore. she gets up to look out the window, the city is still fixing itself, some water still be flushed out and some homes demolished and riri shudders and walks away from the window and sits back down. shuri holds her hand once more, “do you want to work in the lab today?” and she nods, knowing she’d rather be distracted than anything. shuri smiles when riri does and the plane lands. she stands first, “but we’ll get some rest first, yeah?” and riri looks into her eyes, tiredly, and nods.

many of the dora milaje grab riri’s luggage and she tries to help to mostly avoid sleeping with shuri but shuri reassures her that it’s fine. they walk down the corridors and pass the lab before riri stops, “one quick project before?” she says slightly smirking, knowing shuri really couldn’t resist. she turns, sighing with a fond smile on her face, “…one. just one,” she reinforces and riri nods and laughs, a genuine noise she hadn’t heard from herself in a minute.

they walk in together, doctors and scientists alike greeting them and shuri walks them over to her side, moving some of her past projects. riri sees another two, three sets of kimoyo beads, but a slimmer, slicker style. she rolls up her sleeves and finds some goggles, “what are these?” she asks, looking at the different styles. shuri turns, gloves and goggles on and smiles a bit sadly, “i was working on making a different design for you, i figured you couldn’t sleep with my original version of beads because they were too big,” she says and kisses riri’s forward before walking past her to get another pair of gloves.

riri sighs, she knows, god fucking dammit, she knows how much it hurts shuri to keep her out, but she can’t afford shuri knowing. she really can’t, “oh, thank you,” she says quietly and shuri comes to back to her smiling and handing her a pair of gloves.

one project turns into five and before they know it, the sun is setting low over the city and shuri and riri have been up and working since they arrived home.

shuri practically forced riri to go and get some food with her, which usually results in shuri leaving with a huff, grabbing some food for the both of them and feeding riri bites as she works. riri of course does the same thing, missing her mouth sometimes because of her height which shuri then promptly makes fun of. they laugh and work together, riri’s mind finally at ease with her thoughts.

it’s only when shuri’s beads go off, griot reminding her she has her daily visit with her mother in fifteen minutes. riri stills, looking at her, “you— you can go, i can finish up in here,” she says and shuri looks at her, words so clearly ready to be said but instead she purses her lips and smiles, “we’ll get some rest after i come back,” and she says it like she won’t let riri stay up any longer, leaning forward and kissing riri’s forehead once more. the contact makes riri smile, tilting up and connecting their lips instead. shuri smiles against her mouth, pulling away before riri distracts her once more. she walks away with another quick kiss and another before finally leaving, riri alone in the lab with googles and tracksuit still on.

she sighs, taking off her goggles and gloves, fiddling with her beads once more. this time griot doesn’t alert, probably adapting to the fact that she likes to mess with it rather than something being wrong. but instead she speaks, “hey griot?”

the system alarms, “yes, princess?” and she bites her lips again, “how long was shuri working on her newest kimoyo beads?” and she knows griot knows. he speaks after a second of calculating, “around 25 days,” and riri’s body floods with guilt, shuri had been working so had to make her accommodations since she’s known about her nightmares. she sighs out, “is there something wrong princess?” and she shakes her head, trying to steady her heart.

“princess, your heart is beating rather fast, should i call the panther?” and more guilt rises, “no, she’s — she’s with her mom, i’m fine, i just need some rest.” riri repeats once she thinks about shuri long enough, sighing and walking out of the lab. shuri is coming out her mothers room, smiling and she looks up at riri, “oh, you’re done? ready for bed then?” and riri steadies her heart and fakes a smile, nodding.

they head to shuri’s room together, hand in hand and riri speaks first, “how was your mom?” and shuri smiles, “good. she talks in her sleep, so sometimes she responds.” and riri smiles and laughs a bit once shuri does too, trying to keep the wave of guilt down in her throat. they reach shuri’s room fast, the bed made and some clothes on it, pajamas riri notes.

shuri speaks, “i figured you’d want to wear mine since you keep taking them anyways,” she says and riri smirks and faces her, “you’re just mad i look better in them,” and shuri laughs, hugging her from behind, kissing her scalp, “maybe. i don’t even wear them anyways, so, mutually beneficial relationship,” she mumbles and riri smiles sadly, holding on her forearms. shuri stays there a bit, like she knows riri needs it, which riri does, so she’s grateful, and then pulls away, the safety of her leaving riri sighing, “i’m going to get ready for bed,” shuri says and riri nods.

once shuri walks off, riri undresses and envelopes herself in shuri’s clothes, the scent of her girlfriend surrounding her and making her smile. she walks into the attached bathroom with shuri, who’s brushing her teeth, and smiles at her in the mirror, seeing that riri’s toothbrush was still here. she starts as well, leaning against shuri and eyes closing slightly, the lack of sleep she got finally catching up to her. shuri’s saying something to her but her eyelids are heavy and she can barely hear her. “riri,” shuri whispers and she looks up, blinking and toothbrush still in her mouth. “i was saying come on before you fall asleep at the sink, love,”

riri nods, complacent enough to just listen and spits, rinsing her mouth and leaning her head in shuri’s shoulder, who laughs and leads her to her bed. riri falls first, on the left side like she normally does and shuri pulls the covers over her, laying on her right side and cuddling up next to her. riri settles on her collarbone, sighing out a small “goodnight,” and shuri kisses it back on her forehead. riri really doesnt want to go to sleep, she knows she’ll have another nightmare, but her body is exhausted, she can’t move. she hopes tonight will be the one night she doesnt.

her eyelids slide shut as she feels shuri’s breathing on her face and it calms her down, her body finally shutting down.

and she’s dreaming again. and again, there’s no light, she’s surrounded by complete darkness. she feels the water on chest, filling her ears and surrounding her skin, and it’s a lot but this is the mild part. she’s waiting, she knows what happens next— the queen comes to her and saves her but it doesn’t help either of them. she knows this and expects it.

but no one comes. her body is sinking lower and lower into the endless sea, and it’s getting darker and darker and the amount of weight of water increases more and more until she feels it flooding her body, filling in every crevice and invading her mind. she tries to move, maybe even open her mouth and scream out for help but her body is stiff, like she’s already accepted this is it. and maybe she has— “riri,” maybe it’s better this way, maybe the queen got out and the real problem was just her and everyone knew she was just dead weight, her stupid fucking extra credit, “riri!” maybe she was left behind for a reason, maybe—

“riri!”

and she opens her eyes, gasping and sitting up, clutching at the t-shirt on her chest, eyes wet and mind reeling. she breathes hard and looks around, this wasn’t her dorm, where was she—?

“ri—” shuri’s voice stirs her, hand on her shoulder and she locks eyes with her confused and still breathing hard, “riri, you were— you were crying, and you wouldn’t wake up, what happened? are you alright?” and shuri’s holding her steady, hands on her shoulders and waiting for a response as riri breathes. she can’t speak just yet, she needs to feel something, she needs something between her fingers.

shuri sees riri’s hands picking at the sheets and picks them up in one of hers, holding them tight and bringing her back down. she’s uses the other hand to pull riri in her chest and keeps her there, holding riri’s two hands in one of hers. shuri shushes her, whispering as riri blinks away her nightmare.

shuris hand in hers calms her. she squeezes, once then twice and shuri repeats the motion. it settles her heart, and she breathes slower and slower as time passes. once it’s finally over, riri hides away in shuri’s chest, eyes wet and full and mumbles out, “i’m sorry,”

and shuri gapes at her, no tension or anger in her voice but all confusion, “for what?” and riri sniffles, still hiding, “for.. for scaring you, i guess,”

shuri sighs, “you had a panic attack, you shouldn’t apologize love,” and she says it like it’s a simple understanding and riri nods like she gets it but it doesn’t matter, she still feels sorry and completely useless, like some type of anchor shuri has to carry around now.

shuri speaks again, “can you… can you tell me what you were dreaming about?” and it’s said softly, shuri knowing she’s treading in the water that riri was both afraid of and never wanting to cross. she shakes her head in shuri’s chest and shuri sighs again, “riri, i… i want to help you, my love, please tell me how.” riri’s body heats up with embarrassment. she shakes out of shuri’s embrace and wipes her face, “there’s nothing you need to do,” she whispers harshly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom.

shuri frowns at her in the bed, slightly grabbing her wrist and keeping her there, “what do you mean, ‘need to’? i want to help, you just had a panic attack in your sleep so im worried—” riri cuts her off with a jolt of her shoulders, “don’t. shuri, stop it,” shuri’s eyebrows lower and riri avoids eye contact, trying to keep all the tears and word vomit in her head. her thoughts are begin, see? all you do is stress her out, every since you met it’s completely useless in telling her, you’d just cause more trouble, “look, just.. just let it go okay?” she whispers once her thoughts get too loud, and she means it literally, but her subconscious knows she means it over all too; she wants shuri to let her go, to stop worrying and keeping her around its so fucking useless—

“no.” her girlfriend replies, standing and moving riri around to look at her, “i don’t know who’s told you what, but i want to help you, love, i won’t let it go. you’re my girlfriend and i love you, so please, tell me.” and it’s a hushed promise in the night that has riri blinking away tears more and more before she can’t do it. her entire chest feels like the world is on top of it, she can feel every breath she takes spiking her lungs and it’s torture. some tears spill while she’s looking everywhere but shuri’s face, but a gentle hand guides her back to it, shuri looking at her with encouraging and loving eyes, and riri breaks.

her whole body heaves in, eyes spilling over and she falls forward, shuri enveloping her with ease and love, holding her steady as riri just sobs. it’s completely ugly and loud and embarrassing but she can finally let it go, and shuri doesn’t say a thing, she hold riri tight, not tight enough to restrict her lungs— as riri’s breathing heavy and hard— but tight enough to let riri know she’s right there.

and riri accepts it; squeezing at shuri’s back and holding her tighter than she’s ever held her before, her eyes stinging and lungs burning as she sobs quietly. “i’m— im so sorry, i’m such a fucking idiot, i’m sorry—” riri’s mumbling out, and shuri pulls away, wiping her face, shaking her head, “no, you have nothing to apologize for, my love, it’s fine—”

and for cuts her off, shaking her head and still holding on to her hands, “no, no it’s not fine, i— i hurt you, and your family, and your mom— fuck, it’s all my fault, my stupid fucking project, the only reason namor was here was because of me, shuri, it is my fault, i— i’m sorry,”

and shuri gasps a bit, finally understanding. riri had felt like she was the reason for all of this— her mom, the city, the war they had, shuri becoming the black panther in the first place. she had been struggling with this guilt all this time and didn’t even say anything. shuri’s heart broke, how could she not have know? she blinks, there’s not time to feel sorry for herself, she thinks and gathers herself, still wiping riri’s tears and holding her close. “riri,” she whispers softly and riri hiccups and sobs, before breathing steady and look at her, eyes red and body still shaking.

shuri smiles sadly at her, “i know how you feel,” she says and riri frowns, not understanding. shuri continues, “i know the guilt and blame you feel for not doing something sooner, for not knowing earlier. i know, my love. if i had known my brother was sick, i would have saved him,” she whispers the last part to riri alone and riri’s eyebrows raise a bit, eyes burning. shuri’s eyes fill a bit, “but i did the best i could with what information i had. i tried, love. i tried so hard. and you did too. you are, in fact, trying so hard to make it right, correct?”

riri starts to retort but shuri doesn’t let her get it out, “you are,” she answers for her, “immediately after what namor had done to you, to my mother, you helped me make my suit. you helped us develop the heat devices to dry him out, yes? you helped me because you wanted to, because you wanted to try and make it right,” riri starts to shake her head, to retort and not accept shuri’s reasoning but shuri keeps her still.

“you have nothing to feel guilty over,” she whispers, looking deep into her eyes, trying to convey the best she could. riri blinks, eyes still leaking and a small smile forms on her lips, “yeah?” she says softly and shuri nods again, smiling back, “i promise,” and riri actually, truly believes her.

riri sleeps all throughout the entire night after shuri wipes her faces and kisses her over and over again. she doesn’t dream, her mind just feels like it’s floating in a spacious peace for the night.

when she wakes up, it’s the first time she feels rested. riri doesn’t have the angst she normally does in her heart, and she doesn’t immediately start pulling at her sheets. she blinks a bit, fixing her scarf and sitting up, realizing she’s alone. she looks down at her wrist, “griot, where’s shuri?”

and it speaks, “with the queen. she appears to have woken up,” and riri’s body moves before she can think. she’s awake, she’s awake, i have to see her, thank her, her mind is reeling, brushing her teeth as fast as she can, and rushing out of the door. she gets to the queens room fast, the large golden doors starting back at her. riri’s hand shakes as she lifts it to knock, fingers tingling and she taps twice.

before shuri comes to the door, riri breaths in and out, calming herself. shuri opens the door, eyes wet and smile bright, “good morning,” and riri smiles, “hi,” she says softly, just looking past her. shuri laughs a bit, “oh right, you’re not here to see me, mother you’ve got riri more than i do, i can’t believe it,” and shuri’s joking and riri hears it, a soft, quiet laugh from queen ramonda as shuri steps aside, revealing the queen.

riri’s heart almost breaks, she still looks so sweet, smiling and eyes low and obviously still waking up. she sat up, her hair in small twists and oiled, something she knew shuri would take the time to do. riri’s eyes nearly fill in seconds as she walks forward stuttering, “i’m— im sorry, and thank you, i’m so happy you’re awake, i’m so sorry, i—” and queen ramonda waves her hand, shaking her head, “child, you are safe. that is all i wanted, and you see? i am fine, stop saying sorry,”

and riri feels the way she did last night, ramonda felt like she was the last word, when she’s finally at her bed, ramonda takes riri’s hands in hers, pulling her close. and riri leans in, blinking and crying softly, “you make my daughter so happy, riri. and i knew she’d have someone to look after her, if not me,” and riri nods, wiping her eyes and smiling and shuri pipes in, “you never told me that, did you know riri and i were dating before then? because we werent,” she says looking at the both of them, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“ah, a mother always knows,” she smiles out and riri bites her lip, “that’s… that’s okay, right? like do i need your permission or anything?” and she means it honestly and ramonda laughs, “no, you’re both grown, shuri knows what she wants and i’m sure you do too. no need to ask for anything my love, you have a home here,” and riri nods, smacking her lips once she hears shuri mumble, “i said that too,”

the rest of the morning is spent talking. ramonda tells shuri of the dreams she had. how she spent time with her husband and saw her brother in law. t’challa had visited her a couple of times as well and shuri would tear up and squeeze her hand. the three of them talked for hours, well into the afternoon, and griot had to alert one of the scientists to bring the three of them lunch, as they hadn’t even eaten.

ramonda was up and moving after her second check in during the midday, smiling and laughing as her legs wobbled a bit as she got used to walking again, shuri there all the way helping her. it made riri happy, some of the guilt she still felt in the back of her brain fogged away with joy and forgiveness, finally happy and clear minded.

and shuri was next to her and ramonda the whole time, holding her hand when riri wasn’t sure if she should ask a question and encouraging her to talk. ramonda did the same, listening sweetly and nodding along as riri spoke, cooing her and coaxing her to open up about her nightmares and she always reassured her, “i would have saved you in every lifetime, you should not feel guilty about that,” and riri always smiles, playing with her hands that eventually become shuri’s instead.

the day ends quickly, doctors and scientists aided queen ramonda to her actual room, shuri helping her there. riri stays behind a bit, watching softly before ramonda turns to her, “you take care of yourself, alright?” and riri feels her eyes weld up again and nods, shuri smiling at her.

riri walks to shuri’s bedroom lightheaded. she plays with her kimiyo beads, this time not anxious but just pleasantly bubbly. she giggles a bit when she sits back down on the bed. she’d normally dread this part of the day, heart heavy and brain nervous about going to sleep but she just feels… content.

shuri comes in a moment later while riri’s deep in thought. “hey, are you alright?” and riri smiles and walks to her, opening her arms and pulling her into a deep hug, smiling hard into her neck. shuri of course accepts it, pulling her close and laughing a bit, “what?” shuri whispers and riri pulls back to look at her, feeling all the love in the world.

she shrugs a bit shy, “just… thank you, i guess. and i’m sorry i didn’t say anything, again, i was just—” shuri shakes her head, “it’s fine, i’m just happy you’re feeling better now, right? nothing else you want to say?” and riri shakes her head, tilting up to connect their mouths.

shuri accepts it quietly, holding her close and sighing into her mouth. shuri rubs up and down her back, and riri moans a bit, feeling shuri’s mouth overcome hers and it’s an amazing feeling, she pulls shuri closer to get more of it. riri’s head reels, suddenly light and fogged, shuri overcoming all of her senses.

riri pulls away first after she feels herself through her underwear, “sorry,” she whispers and looks at how wet shuri’s lips are, body hot. “for what?” shuri says back and riri shys up again, “i don’t know, we’ve never.. yknow done that, so i didn’t wanna push your boundaries,” she says and shuri’s eyebrows raise a bit, pulling riri close, “okay, well what are you comfortable with?” and riri sways a bit, biting her lip and glancing away, “i mean, whatever you’re comfortable with,”

shuri laughs a bit, “okay.. what do you want to do?” shuri emphasizes and pulls riri closer, mouths ghosting over each other, and riri flirts back, “what you wanna do,” she whispers against her mouth, them sliding against each other once more. riri moans a bit louder now, opening her mouth and leaning forward, running her fingers against shuri’s curls. shuri groans a bit when she feels riri tug and it causes riri to smile against her mouth.

they had talked about it, of course. sex wasn’t a conversation either of them strayed from, and they both agreed it’d be best to do it when they had the time and had the mind space for it, as they both took sexual intimacy very seriously. so, it doesn’t surprise riri at all that the time for it was when she finally clears her mind of all the anxieties she had been plagued with.

shuri leads them both to the bed, toppling over riri laughing all the way when they fall and disconnect for a bit. riri’s still in shuri’s pajamas, then just a bit long for her and shuri uses it to her advantage; pulling away from her mouth and kissing at her neck, a place she so rarely is. riri gasps against her, pulling at her curls again, feeling shuri groan against the small space between her ear and neck. it causes her to smile, “you like when i pull your hair?” she whispers,sultry, and shuri pulls away to look at her, pupils blown wide and lips wet, “i like when you do everything,” she says, honest and breathless and riri tries to stop her legs from crossing to hide her arousal. “yeah?” riri asks and shuri nods, sliding her hands underneath her night shirt, riri’s hot stomach connecting with her cold hands.

riri arches into the touch, sighing, and still holding onto shuri’s neck, “yes,” she speaks again, leaning down to kiss riri’s exposed skin. “i like when you’re honest with me,” she mumbles against her chest, pulling the shirt off, exposing her breasts, nipples up and waiting. shuri licks her mouth at the sight of her, “i like when your body is honest with me,” she sighs out, dazed, trailing her hands up to squeeze the skin between her fingers, riri gasping out a moan and closing her eyes and holding on to shuri’s wrists as they play with her.

shuri leans down more, kissing against her, “i love when you tell me what you want,” she says, moving everywhere but where riri needs her. she gets the hint quickly, “please put your mouth on me, shuri,” riri sighs out, eyes glossed over and looking deep into shuri’s. she nods, more for herself, and sucks on riri’s nipples, playing with the other in her hand.

riri sigh and tugs at shuri’s hair again, who groans and bites at riri’s nipples; riri bucking and moaning at the aggression. shuri pulls away, “was that okay?” and riri nods, breathless, “yeah, feels good..” she whispers and shuri nods, sucking on her skin once more, hands traveling lower and lower to slide riri out of her pajama bottoms. riri lifts her hips up to help, her underwear hot and wet between shuri’s wondering fingers. she tries to close them but shuri keeps one hand on riri’s thigh to keep them open, the other sliding up and down her underwear and her mouth still working on her nipples.

riri moans, “shuri… please,” and shuri nearly moans at the sound of riri’s begs. she nods, pulling away from her nipple with a wet pop, and completely focusing all her attention on her pussy, pulling her underwear down with a swift movement. riri’s practically leaking, shuri finds, her clit pulsing softly as she feels herself get stared at. riri moves her legs shyly, “shuri, don’t just stare,” she jokes but shuri takes it seriously, rubbing up and down her legs and looking at her with mesmerized eyes, “you’re so beautiful, nkosazana, i can’t help it, ” she whispers, kissing at riri’s legs and sliding her hands against her thighs. “so gorgeous,” she whispers into riri’s skin.

riri shuts her eyes tightly, the sight of shuri between her legs proving too much for her to handle. shuri kisses at her thighs and the crevices between them and her pussy, riri bucking against her to get some friction where she needs it. shuri takes the hint, kissing riri’s clit and making her gasp out a moan, hands between the sheets and the other attempting to cover her mouth and lessen her moans. but shuri’s mouth works on her likes she’s had riri before, like she’s done this a thousand times. shuri licks at her clit, sucking softly and using some of her panther strength to keep riri’s legs apart. riri moans, back lifting and hands gripping the sheets, “fuckkkk—!” leaves her mouth, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

and shuri smiles against her, sucking hard and sliding her fingers past riri’s entrance, one finger being able to push in because of how wet riri was. riri feels it, whining and sighing as shuri fingers her way in deeper, making room for the second finger and pushing through with ease. riri feels her clit begin to pulse under shuri’s tongue, skin prickling and pussy leaking, and it makes her gasp out wetly, “i’m— oh fuck, i’m cumming, shuri, shuri, i’m gonna cum,” and she lifts her hips to practically fuck on shuri’s face, who takes it all, moaning against her still keeping one hand on riri’s thighs to hold her open. riri’s eyes roll back and she tried to let out one more warning but she feels it, riri’s orgasm runs a marathon through her body, pussy leaking into shuri’s fingers and clit pulsing under shuri’s tongue, who doesn’t let up— she sucks and pulls on the uncovered bud, fingers still working diligently inside riri and riri groans, deep gasps leaving her mouth as she tries to move away in overstimulation.

shuri pulls away, sighing, removing her fingers and licking at her lips. riri’s body falls, exhausted and overworked as she comes down from her orgasm. shuri kisses on her thighs, moving her cum soaked fingers against her skin and riri finds her hand, holding it and squeezing. shuri kisses her way up to riri’s mouth, kissing her deeply and putting cum on riri’s lips. riri sighs and pulling her deeper in her available hand, the other letting go of shuri’s and put in her coils. shuri moans once her hand reaches there and she pulls away, “what else do you want, my love?” and she means it sincerely, kissing at her cheeks when she asks the question.

riri giggles, and asks sincerely, “you wanna fuck me?” and shuri gapes at her, laughing, “so explicit! Bast, you could have said that any other way,” she laughs out and stands, walking towards her closet, sliding off her own shorts. riri sits up, mind a bit fuzzy from her orgasm, “what i’m hearing and seeing, is a yes,” she jokes and sees shuri reach for her strap, shaking her head, “i suppose so since you asked ever-so sweetly,” and riri smiles, pulling shuri into a kiss when she comes back.

shuri kisses at riri’s mouth, moving around to find some lube before adjusting her boxers. riri disconnects their lips and watches as shuri moves around the strap. shuri leans down with her, still wanting to be connected and riri can’t help but smile against shuri’s lips, so happy to finally have a clear head and tended heart. shuri pulls away to look at her girlfriend, “what?” she asks sincerely and riri giggles, sighing and opening her legs once shuri touches her thighs and coaxing them open, “i’m just happy. i love you,” she mumbles back and shuri smiles, flashing a glance at her dick against riri’s pussy, then back at her eyes, leaning down once she’s completely lined up, “i love you too,” she whispers back and pushes, riri sighing and whining against shuri’s mouth.

shuri moves slowly against riri, bodies close and touching after shuri’s finally all the way inside riri, who’s gasping against shuri’s lips, “oh, fuckkkkk—” she moans out and shuri smiles a bit, kissing at her cheeks and riri’s hand finds hers, holding it and squeezing. she doesn’t move until riri nods, “move, please, baby,” she whispers and shuri nods, pulling out and pushing back in with a soft thrust. riri gasp, clinging to her forearms and groaning, shuri kissing at her neck again as she thrusts.

she whispers in riri’s ears, “does that feel good, love?” and riri nods and moans, unashamed and holding on. shuri leans up, angling herself at a different position and holding on to her waist and thrusting harder, lifting riri’s thighs a bit to get to her g-spot.

riri groans out, “fuck, fuck, fuck me right there shuri, please— unffffuckk—!” and riri’s body lifts, her thighs shaking under shuri’s touch and she sighs, holding on to them, “you gonna cum, my love?” she whispers and riri nods, eyes seared shut and small tears forming, “yeah, yeah, i’m gonna cum, fuck, make me cum shuri please, please— haaaa, im cumming, baby,—!” she gasps out and her body twitching and her hands ripping the sheets as she cums, pussy squeezing around shuri and her thighs still shaking. shuri’s thrusts come to a halt as riri finishes, shuri leaning down and kissing her, soothing over her thighs and slowly pulling out.

riri moans softly, accepting shuri’s kiss with a tired mouth and a fogged mind. shuri shuffles out of the boxers, sliding the strap away and pulling off of riri’s mouth, “do you need anything love?” and riri blinks up at her dazed and fucked out, shaking her head. shuri laughs a bit, kissing her deeply again before getting up to grab a towel and another shirt for riri to sleep in.

riri lays on shuri’s bed complacent and weak, body finally coming back to life after a while of rest. shuri comes back and kisses her again, helping her sit up and holding her, riri sighing into shuri’s mouth and wrapping her arms around her. she smiles against her mouth, kissing back softly. shuri pulls away first, “i love you,” she says again and riri says it back, eyes closed and heart full.

when riri wakes up, shuri is next to her. she feels light, her body is sore from the night before but all in all she feels amazing, like all the guilt and angst she felt had slipped away into the night.

shuri is still sleeping, breathing deep and her coils popping out her bonnet. riri giggles at the sight, tucking the stray ones in and leaning up to kiss her. shuri wakes up after the fourth kiss, sliding her hands against riris back and keeping her there, sighing into the kiss and moving along with her mouth.

she pulls away, “good morning, sthandwa, how did you sleep?”

and riri smiles, knowing she can finally and honestly say, “good.”

i love shuriri never forget it!! they make me so INSANE IM LOSING BRAIN CELLS OVER THEM i better see 5k edits of shuri and riri on tik tok in february 1st 00:01 EXACTLY!!

anways i hope you guys enjoyed. this story was very dear to me and it means a lot to talk and work through these serious topics with my favorite characters, give them the happiest of endings they deserve!! also the song above just led me to write it, it’s not actually important to the story but it’s a gorgeous song regardless

okay bye!! reblogs and replies are ALWAYS appreciated mwah mwah ❣️

#shuri udaku x riri williams #shuri x riri #shuriri smut #shuriri #deijah wrote #my story

[soyouareandrewdobson]

Asians are all the same, right? The racism of a company cock gurgling moron

Like herpes and unlike the Dobbear, I am back baby.

At this point, deepest apology for my long absence. Personal issues over the last two years prevented me from writing anything and also destroyed for the longest time any desire to really continue the blog.

However, I don’t want to let things unfinished and seeing how the hypocricyofandrewdobson still manages to get some rise out of old Dobson related stuff, I wanted to just return, in order to properly contribute a bit more critical thinking in regard to his old comics.

And while I will not immediately return to my retrospective of SYAC, here is at least (for a start) my opinion on one comic of his, that in my opinion just proved hilarious and controversial in hindsight, and rather racist even back then.

I admit, I don’t know anymore what the title of the comic here is. All I know is, that it came out around 2018, shortly after the release of his “Black Panther” comic, another malignant piece of Dobtrash that has made the rounds online ever since. However, unlike the Black Panther comic, which became the center of a lot of discussion regarding Dobson’s racist assumptions about comic book fans while ironically trying to present himself as woke, this one was weirdly drifting off into obscurity. Which is kinda weird, cause in my opinion, it is way more racist and actually kinda insulting to the very craft Dobson supposedly “dedicated” his life to.

Let me explain.

First, over the course of three panels, Dobson comes essentially off like he is considering the medium of comics as inferior to the medium of movies. Making it look as if comics are unsuccessful because they cannot rail in the same amount of money than certain flics and calling them at best nothing more but a pitching ground for corporations to create new shallow mass product.

Now I am a bit of a realist and I know that, especially in the world of mainstream American superhero comics, this is kinda the case. Most comic book characters, stories and franchises are owned by multibillion dollar corporations, who either have a direct hand in the creation of the product (via corporate mandate for example) and/or use the likeness of the product to make profit in additional, more valuable revenues than the printed medium. Such as cartoons, merchandise and movies. One example I can think of, to show that it isn’t just an American issue: Yugioh. The card game wouldn’t have come to be if there hadn’t been a manga starring a little boy putting together an ancient Egyptian puzzle, but while the original manga ended way back in March of 2004, the card game makes millions globally still after 25 years and counting.

But that doesn’t change the fact, that comics as a medium still have value. Without the stories told within their pages, we wouldn’t have characters such as Captain America, Superman, the Mask, the Ninja Turtles and so on to begin with. Don’t get me even started on stories that aren’t falling into the American mainstream comic trend, but still succeeded in the printed comic medium partly because of genuine artistic and profound value such as Maus, Barefoot Gen, Watchmen, V for Vendetta, TinTin and a shitton of (other) stuff from Europe and Asia.

So when Dobson, who always acted like he is proud to be a cartoonist and that comics are a superior medium to others, suddenly reduces them to just being a “pitch ground for better stuff down the line” at best, I as a fan of the medium and just the art of creating stories in itself, get kinda pissed.

Additionally, the way how he compares movies to be better than comics, is severely flawed.

He brings up the fact, that “Captain America: Civil War” made over one billion dollars at the box office as an example, while pointing out the fact, that most single comic issues barely manage to sell 100.000 copies, while holding up a copypasted “Civil War” issue.

Already, Dobson essentially compares apples with bananas, while also giving both false and incomparable data, that also ignores many aspects to be considered.

For starters: He compares the earnings of both movies and comics with two different values. For movies, he goes by the monetary profit a superhero movie could possibly make, while for the comic issue, he goes by the total number of copies sold.

But here is the thing: Assuming the average selling price of a comic is at 4 dollars for a single 30 page issue, selling 100.000 copies would ring in like 400.000 dollars. And considering that producing one issue likely costs a company less than 20.000 dollars (obvious costs for mass production and distribution not withstanding) they can still make a decent profit this way from ONE issue alone. One issue. Not multiple issues of a long running, but sadly underperforming series. All of that by the way doesn’t even account for the fact, that most single issues at best tell only a quarter of a decent short story nowadays and ignores later “long term” factors, such as reprints of the issue, late term buying of the issue, tradepaperback sells of the issue, the longterm effect and cultural impact the issue may have on the actual series or plot continuity  (such as Amazing Spiderman 122, aka “The Night Gwen Stacy Died”). Don’t get me even started on the fact, that many of these issues get first sold in the US and only over the course of one year or longer may then additionally be sold in other parts of the world, therefore bringing in even more money for the publisher.

Example: The Duck comics by Don Rosa, which earn more than four times more in Europe, than they ever did in America, despite the guy being from California. Finally, a a little add addendum: that example Dobson gives indirectly via the “Civil War” issue? A quick google search revealed, that Civil War issue 1 sold over 300k copies in May of 2006 alone. Sure, not necessarily the best numbers ever for a single issue (as evident by the following list: https://bookriot.com/bestselling-comics-of-all-time/ )but still nothing to be ashamed of.

And yes, I know that we live currently in a time, where comic book sells have dropped significantly for a variety of reasons, one of them being an overall lack of decent stories. But as long as other stuff still manages to run freaking circles around American superheroes (*cough* One Piece *cough*) I wouldn’t say the medium itself is dead. Just a specific branch of it is suffering from a lack of quality and the customers are jumping ship.

A superhere movie meanwhile is a completely different beast. Ever since “The Avengers” came out in 2012, most superhero movies are 150-250 million dollar behemoths, that get overhyped by advertisement campaigns that are almost equally as expensive and try to trick the audience into believing, that they all are somehow the next big mindblowing thing on the big screen. Plus there hasn’t really been a superhero movie in the last 10+ years, that didn’t release simultaneously worldwide, instead of only coming out in the USA, and then a few months later, in other parts of the world.

So is it any wonder then, if a superhero movie that got advertised like the second coming of a saint, makes 1 billion, when there are already billions of potential customers worldwide all at once when the product launches?

That number btw becomes actually less impressive, once you start to think about how it came to be. Something our blue bear obviously didn’t.

See, on average every movie theater demands like what, 12-14 dollars per movie nowdays?

If we divide the box office of Civil war (1.152 billion btw) with 12 dollars, that makes on average 100 million people worldwide who watched the movie. A bit more than one or two percent of the worlds population. Not to forget, that of the box office success we have to substract such things as production cost of the movie, advertisement, the earnings of the theaters… so suddenly the movie may at best have had only earned one quarter of its box office for Disney as actual profit.

Not to forget, Dobson made that comic in 2018, when superhero movies on average did ring in so much money, because of the hype machine. But now we have 2023 and within the last five years (and especially 2023 itself) we have seen how superhero movies can also utterly fail to make money or even earn just enough to make back the production cost. Birds of Prey, Eternals, Ant Man 3, that Secret Invasion streaming show that still cost over 200 million… Do I need to get on?

Bottom line, Dobson’s indirect jab at comics as the less profitable revenue doesn’t hold that much water really in the real world, where once the hype dies down, comics may actually prove themselves as the more valuable longterm medium. Even if it may just be for the fact, that they end up staying longer relevant in the popcultural subconscious than the current movies, which tend to lose relevance with each new hastily produced and released installment in the franchise.

But where this comic really shines and shows Dobson’s ignorance on a cultural level, is in the last panel. When all off sudden it turns “racial” by claiming that Asian people, unlike “traditional” comic readers (aka white, in Dobbear s eyes therefore instantly racist people), would eat a Marvel character like Amadeus Cho up.

Question Dobson: Why do you assume, they would eat him up? You give no real argument based on anything the character does storywise, that the “target audience” may find admirable. So I can only think, that your reasoning is, because he is ever so slightly east asian coded.

Boy, do we have to unpack not just a can of worms, but a whole package of cans now.

First, the chosen language by saying “eat it up”. When being a writer, you should know that you need at times to choose your words wisely, because of the sheer implications they can carry. And the statement “eat it up” sounds way to close to a negative statement like “suck it up”. Making it come off as if Dobson considers Asian people to be mindless cattle that will consume the grub the House of Mouse will give them without question or any desire for actual quality to it.

Second, it recks of a certain mind set I hate within the American entertainment industry and some of its creators and consumers. That mind set being, that “non-traditional” American cultures supposedly don’t know better than Americans in what is okay for the sake of representation and entertainment or not. It’s a mindset that goes beyond the necessity of e.g. localizing a foreign product to the national market, by e.g. creating a sterilized, corporately mandated and rather unrealistic depiction of another culture within their product, that will fall apart as soon as the people who are supposed to be represented get a proper look at it and realize, how pandering and often times badly researched, if not outright offensive, it is.

Only recently did we see in the world of animation how that can backfire, when Disney released the trailer for “Primos” an upcoming animated show supposedly about a half Latina girl spending her summer vacation with her annoying cousins, people calling it based on the intro (and a leaked pilot) pandering towards a latino audience in a racist manner. And guess what: currently, Disney shelves it and tries to bury its existence like Dobson his old inflation art.

Dobson himself has actually indulged in that sort of shit kinda, back with his infamous Nintendo comic.

Essentially calling the “true”, Nintendo corporation approved depiction of his childhood Nintendo heroes disgraceful, for not falling in line with the late 80s depictions he saw in localized, made in America products such as the DiC cartoons. That and minor homophobia mixed with misogyny by calling Link “girly” for having longer blond hair since Ocarina of Time and blaming fangirls for it.

Third, and that is kinda related to my prior point, the reality of things is, that “Asians” actually did not eat up that sort of thing in the last couple of years. Sure, there is always that thing about a Chinese market. the big movie companies try to pander to and may succeed with some dumb action flics featuring big robots.

But the reality is, that not even people living in a dictatorship will eat up every trash you give to them, just because it comes from Hollywood or is supported by their glorious leadership. Disney tried to create two pandering messes of movies for Chinese people to watch, called Mulan (the live action adaptation) and that Shang Chi movie. And how did they do there? Oh right! The government did not even allow Shang Chi to be released and Mulan was released but supposedly didn’t do so well, considering (COVID not withstanding) it only made 70 million globally!

Don’t get me even started on every human right controversy in relation to the later, starting with filming in China near a concentration camp and ending with the main actress being essentially a Chinese propaganda puppet.

So, if those movies flopped, why would Chinese people for example flock for an Asian Hulk? A hulk that is not even Chinese but Korean.

See, this is another issue that fails with the example: The actual choice of character Dobson name dropped is actually kinda terrible.

For those unaware: Amadeus Cho is a supporting character in the Marvel comics, created in 2005 by American writer Greg Pak and artist Takeshi Miyazawa. The later, despite the name being very east Asian, sounding, actually being from Canada. Now both do have east Asian roots so to speak (Pak  e.g. is the son of an Korean-american man with a Caucasian woman), but they also have grown up within a society that taught them both western social values more so than we would see in east Asian countries. So with the creators already not necessarily having the most real life experience with the average mindset of a Korean citizen, can we really say that their actual creation helps “represent” those people of a foreign, non-american culture?

And that is not even covering stuff like the actual story of the character itself.

See, in the comics, Cho is supposed to be an American-Korean genius (wish fullfillment much, Greg?) and one of the smartest people in the Marvel Universe. His parents named him after Amadeus Mozart (a pretty white motherfucker as far as I remember) and he grew up under Methodist beliefs. So basically the “Korean heritage” of the character has already been thrown out of the window. Now I don’t expect the character to act stereotypical Korean, listen to K-pop, declare bulgogi to be his favorite dish or any of that shit. But when you want to sell me the character as being in some way or another connected to his ancestral culture, shouldn’t he engage at least in some “Korean coded” things?

I mean, the character of Anne Boonchuy in Amphibia is a Thai-American who acts more like a 13 year old girl that learns to be less selfish and impulsive over the course of the show and whose “heritage” isn’t thrown at us, the viewer, most of the time. In fact, Anne herself acknowledges that she e.g. can’t really speak thai, despite her own mother being fluent in it and a season 3 episode reveals, that Anne is “begrudgingly” a part of the L.A. thai community. And yet, in connection to the shows story and as part of Anne’s characterization, her heritage is acknowledged and plays a part of who she is. Even if it simply means she knows how to cook certain thai dishes, loves her parents and their customs, helps out in their restaurant, can speak a few words thai and knows the basics of Muay Thai, a form of martial arts (and fighting sport) from Thailand.

Amadeus doesn’t even have Korean parents anymore, because they were killed as part of his tragic hero backstory. Nor has he ever visited an Asian country. Oppps.

To build further up on it, Amadeus becomes for the longest time simply a major supporting character in the Marvel universe for the likes of Hulk and Hercules, two white coded characters. Sure, he plays a major role in the defeat of some cosmic horror level villains (such as Mikaboshi in the Chaos God storyline most people forgot even existed) but it takes a long time for him to become a “A-lister” so to speak.

In fact, according to Wikipedia, it wasn’t till after “Secret Wars” in 2016 (eleven years after the character was created), that Amadeus thanks to a chain of events eventually got his chance to Hulk out. And then they still had to kill Bruce Banner to make Amadeus “stand out” initially (don’t worry, Bruce came back. I mean, characters actually staying dead in comics, so that heroes can learn there are consequences? Preposterous) In fact, Amadeus hasn’t really proven himself as a decent “solo” act. Instead he became a member of the Champions (among Miles Morales, Mrs. Marvel, Vision’s daughter Viv. Nova and Cyclops), essentially creating yet another superhero team for teenaged vigilantes. Despite the fact, Cho himself should be by now in his mid 20s.

Now look, I do not want to shit talk the character. Partly because I haven’t read everything he was in myself and partly because in the few things I did see him in (both pre- and post Hulk) he was okay. He is a decent hero and person, who tries to do good, even if he screws up here and there. That is something I can admire in a character in general. But he is not a good “representation” of another culture, because his complexion and minor physical features aside, he is NOT embodying even minor values or traditions of that foreign culture. He is simply a Korean-American (or technically Canadian), who falls more on the American side of things.

So essentially, Dobson who virtue signaled on multiple occasions how bad it is when companies he didn’t like tried to speak on behalf of other cultures, would have no problem at all to ask for Asian people to swallow this obviously “Made in American” product. The “Made in America” line actually working both on a metaphorical and a storytelling level, cause trying to google what “east Asian coded” heroes in the Marvel Universe actually come from an Asian country instead of being simply born on American soil, is pretty damn small.

After 20 minutes I only found Shang Chi, as he was born in China, and that character was created as part of kung-fu exploitation in the 70s by white dudes.

Yaiks

However, none of that tops the next two points that really sell Dobson to me as an American centralistic racist. Or at least a twat who doesn’t understand how through bad wording he comes of as ignorant of other people’s cultures.

The way he generalizes Asian people in his statement, while also ignoring the actual accomplishments in the creation of entertainment in multiple Asian countries.

If you’ve read closely what I typed, you may have seen that I used the term Asian at times in tandem with the term “east Asian” to e.g. describe Amadeus Cho.

And that had a very deliberate reason. While I was not a fan of geography in school, even I know that Asia as a continent is not “nationally” as homogenous as let’s say Australia or North America. In fact, Asia is the biggest continent on the planet, hosts more than half of earth’s population and consists of at least 47 internationally acknowledged states.

States such as Turkey, Russia, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, China, Japan, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, North- and South Korea, Egypt, Israel, Iraq, Iran and so on.

Now what all these states have in common, is that they have their own unique historical, social and “racial” culture and background. Heck, religiously speaking, Asia is the cradle of the world.

As such, Dobson stating that a “Korean coded” character such as Amadeus Cho (who is only Korean on the most surface level and would technically just be a legacy character of yet another white person) would be an immediate hulk smash hit with all these different people of different backgrounds…. Yeah, it sounds like condescending, colonization inspired shit, a smooth brain would come up with.

To Dobson “Asia”, at least based on that comic, is only defined as the “yellow skinned” people from the far east, who like rice, noodles, spicy food and give us anime, Godzilla, fireworks, buddhism and communism. It does not include anyone from the middle east or of more European ancestry. And if you are even remotely familiar about history, you would also know that Japanese, Koreans and Chinese all around do not e.g. like to be thrown into a pot with the others for a variety of reasons. Many of them political.

Or to sum it up even shorter: Dobson insinuated that a very shallow, “east Asian” coded American comic character would be an immediate hit with more than 47 different countries, ignoring that not all of them share the same background despite being part of the “same” landmass. And in doing so, he simultaneously generalized and denounced entire groups of people based on their racial and cultural background, which in as far as I am aware of, is considered racist.

But the “racism” is supposedly justified, because “representation” matters, it would be giving the middle finger to “traditional” comic fans and those nations and their culture are underrepresented globally.

Which is baloney.

Don’t get me wrong, I myself think that representation does matter. But the world does not necessarily rely on the good old US-Ayy only to give it to us.

Cause a lot of the Asian nations I brought up here? They have their own entertainment industry and stories, which again, get ignored by Dobson to make a dumb and false point.

I mean, manga is currently dominating the international comic market, all while Japan has also a booming animation industry and some of the most iconic heroes in modern popculture with the likes of Son Goku, Kamen Rider, Super Sentai etc.

China has a prominent -if propaganda driven- movie industry.

India has Bollywood and delivers some of the most ridiculous but awesome musical movies on the planet.

Russia had authors such as Tolstoy and movie directors, that redefined the “art” of filmmaking.

Korea had a few years ago one of the biggest streaming hits with Squid Game, while also earning an Oscar for a movie titled Dobs- I mean “Parasite”.

Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Turkey… even nations that have not entertainment living up to “western standards” still produce stuff in some way or form to entertain the masses and their people. Just google up the character Kara Murat aka the avenger of Anatolia.

And don’t get me even started on the sheer ton of mythology, stories and history each of their cultures have provided the world with. Journey to the West? Baba Yaga, the entirety of the Gilgamesh epos...

And yet, there is this indirect assumption by Dobson, that all of them would be so deprived of “heroes” in their media and folklore, they would letch on second hand shop Hulk? Fuck off, Dobbear. I know you like to suck corporate cock as long as you think they are woke and you have childhood nostalgia for them, but this is pathetic. Take Amadeus before A Rama Raju comes around and roundhouse kicks him back to Canada. Then get the taste of mouse smegma of your Disney cock gobbling lips.

#adobsonartwork #syac #hypocrisyofandrewdobson #amadeus cho #racisim #mcu #tom preston #andrew dobson #i am back #back again #guess who's back #Youtube

[killmongerskeepermain]

Her Heart // Chapter 2 // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence // TW Kidnapping // Blood // Torture // Graphic

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

The communication cut mid sentence and you fiddled with the bracelet before a curse slipped from your lips as nothing happened. "Fuck. Griot what happened?"

"Our communications are down. I am trying to reboot them now." 

"All communications?" You questioned as the lights dimmed.

"Quickly." You said before a loud bang was heard throughout the palace. "Everyone find shelter now! Queen, Namora come with me." You led the two to a secret room behind a painting for the three of you to seek refuge for the time being. You put in the code and pulled the door open, ushering the two inside. When the door locked back in place you held your wrists up in the air. 

"Griot, what's happening?" You asked and video footage appeared showing at least 6 men walking through the palace with guns and armor. "Who are they?"

"They look to be regular mercenaries." Namora stated and you shook your head. No. You knew what mercenaries looked like.

"These aren't just regular mercenaries. Where are we on those comms?" You asked with your back against the wall.

"They should be back online within the next few minutes." He responded and you prayed Shuri was on her way back. You can hold your own in a fight, but against 6 armed mercenaries and a pregnant queen under your protection, this could prove a problem. You held your head low as the queen rubbed her belly. 

"Who do you think they are?" She asked and you shrugged. You honestly had no idea. 

"I can't tell. Surely they're not from the states, they can barely tell when vibranium is just a trap to stop them from trying to steal it. They're not that bright." You replied as Griot announced the communications were back up. You quickly dial for Shuri who answered on the first ring. "Shuri." 

"Where are you my love?" She asked and you sighed. It was good to hear her voice.

"In the safe room behind the Bast painting. There are mercenaries in the palace. I don't know who sent them or why they're here." 

"Stay there. We'll come get you." She told you and you let out a sigh of relief. 

"Okay. They're coming to get us." You told the two Talokan women who also had relief flash over their features. You couldn’t believe someone had infiltrated the palace.  You leaned against the wall before Griot called out to you. "Ms. Y/N. The Royal Jet has landed."

“Good. Hopefully the intruders will see the black panther and make a break for it.” You said as you played with the ring on your finger. You couldn't stop the smile that appeared on your face as you heard the lock to the safe room click. The door slowly opened and Shuri walked in the room with dark eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were in danger. It's Shuri. Why would you be in danger? Your smile faded as she approached you. Her curls fell over her eyes as she stood over you.

"Shuri-"

"Ms. Y/N. The panther is coming to you now." It was then you realized who you were talking to through your bracelet. That you were in danger.

"Hello my love."

// Royal Jet //

"So you really don't know who from Talokan would start a war?" Shuri questioned and Namor shook his head. He was just as worried as the princess. His queen was in the palace which is currently on lockdown. Shuri went to speak but Grio's voice cut into her conversation. 

"Princess. The palace had been compromised." He said and Shuri's heart fell to her stomach. 

"What of Y/N and the Queen?" She asked as the royal jet flew to the landing pad.

"In the safe room behind the painting." As soon as the jet landed Shuri activated her helmet and ran out of the ship with Okoye and Ayo close behind. Attuma and Namor quickly joined them in case their queen was in danger. Shuri ran all the way to the painting and came to an abrupt stop when she realized the door was ajar. Creeping up to the door she saw Namora lying on the floor unconscious. Namor was quick to run up to her, falling to his knees pulling her up off the floor. 

"Namora. Can you hear me my child?" He asked softly and Shuri feared the worst. Namora was alone. Where were you? Are you hurt? Are you hiding? Where is the queen? Shuri ran to her lab and found her staff lying unconscious on the ground.

"Griot." The princess called out, trying not to assume the worst as she kneeled down to one of her staff members. 

"It appears everyone is okay just rendered unconscious by a knockout gas. They should be waking up any minute now." 

"Griot I need-" she stopped mid sentence trying not to let her emotions run wild and the AI system waited for her next instructions. "Do you have any footage from the last two hours? The entire palace." 

"Yes princess. Allow me to pull the footage. Although I will warn you, it will be hard to watch." He said and Shuri's head perked up as the helmet came off. The footage pulled up on the screen and she watched as the arms group blew through the wall of the downstairs area. Another camera caught you opening the safe room door for the three of you to hide in. A third panel showed the intruders tossing cans of knockout gas into her lab. The scientists had no chance and fell to the floor one by one in coughing fits until everyone passed out. Someone walked into the lab searching for something. She couldn’t tell who she was looking at as they kept a hood over their head. They bent down to grab a kimoyo bracelet off of one of the scientists before making their way out into the hall. The next camera angle is what made her heart shatter. 

She watched someone open the safe room door. No. Not someone. But herself. A doppelganger of some sorts. Okoye and Ayo silently entered the lab and watched on as their princess balled her fists. Two of the mercs tried to detain you but you were quicker and more nimble than they were. You easily knocked out the two assailants and she watched on as the fake Shuri walked up to you. By the look in your eyes you knew something was up. The two of you exchanged words before the fake Shuri quickly wrapped a hand around your throat and pinned you to the wall. You were quick on your feet and jumped to bring your legs around her neck and twisted your body until you fell out of her grasp. You pulled a dagger from your boot and went in for a fight. The fake dodged your blows perfectly landed a couple on your side but you didn’t falter. You fought till the end. That was just the kind of person you are. You went for a quick jab but was shocked when she grabbed your wrist stopping the blade as it was an inch from her throat. She pulled a syringe from her pocket and jabbed it into your neck. It didn't take long for your body to fall limp in her arms. Tossing you over her shoulder she tilted her head towards the queen and Namora before walking out of the safe room. Before leaving the frame, the fake looked up at the security camera with a smirk on her face as she walked away with Y/N. Her Y/N.

"That's enough Griot!" Okoye shouted and the AI cut the footage. She watched as her princess shoulder shook and she approached her slowly. "Shuri. We will find her. And we will bring her back home."

"I left her. She didn't want me to go and I left her." Shuri mumbled and Okoye put her hand on her shoulder.

"You couldn't have known this was going to be the outcome. We were all blindsided by this." She tried to reason but Shuri couldn't hear her over her heart beating through her ears. Everything just went silent. The only sounds she could hear was the beeping from her lab computers and the sound of her own heart. Hey eyes couldn’t stay focused on anything as she thought back to you fighting to protect yourself and the queen.

"It was a strategic play. To get the leaders away from their people." Ayo said and Namor entered the lab. 

"Whoever they are, they also took my wife. They're both alive. But there's no way of telling for how long. Attuma is going to take Namora back to Talokan. I'm staying here to help bring them back." His voice was laced with a rage that Shuri knew all too well.

"We don't even know who they are! All I know is I saw myself on that security camera. Me! Another me! I don't know. It looked like me." 

"A shape-shifter then?" Namor said and everyone looked at him. "Give it some thought. The Talokan warrior came to you with the threat of an attack. The Wakanda warrior came to us asking for Amera's presence here in the palace. What if it's the same person?" He questioned and everything started to make sense.

"Just like Y/N said it was a setup. We have to find them." 

"Princess if I may?" Griot spoke out and Shuri nodded. "Y/N's kimoyo beads and earrings are still active. She also thought ahead and gave a bracelet to Queen Amera as a precaution." Shuri couldn't help the smile on her lips as she thanked Bast for your quick thinking.

"That's my girl. Griot see if you can pinpoint their location."

// Unknown Location //

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, everything was blurred as you tried to focus your vision. The annoying sound of water dripping was enough to cause your head to pound until a voice called out to you.

"Y/N. Y/N are you okay?" The voice was soft and full of concern as your vision finally cleared. You turned your head to see Queen Amera chained to the opposite wall. You moved to get to her but the chain around your wrist stopped you. 

"Where the hell are we? Are you hurt?" You questioned and she sighed.

"Some rig in the middle of the ocean. They didn't inject me with anything as they done to you, but I was blindfolded on the way here." She told you and you bit your lip to think of a plan. If you could get the Queen into the water, she can swim away and notify Namor and Shuri. You'd have to buy time. "Y/N." She called out to you again, stopping your mental quarrel. The door up the stairs opened and you heard footsteps descending down the steps.

"You're awake. Good." You looked up to meet Shuri's brown eyes. Her curls sat on top of her head just as they did this morning. But no it couldn't be your Shuri. This was someone else. 

"Who the hell are you?" You questioned and she chuckled.

"That's no way to talk to the princess." She said and you tensed. Two of the guards with her walked over to Amera as she scrambled back to the wall. "Make her talk. We need to know Talokan's exact location."

"Shouldn't you already know? Your highness." You spat and her eyes flickered over to where you were chained. She let her mask falter for a split second as her two henchmen stalked closer to you. She held up her hand and the two guards paused their approach before she slowly walked over to you. She reached for your wrists as her eyes scanned over the kimoyo beads. 

"Let's see if these work, yeah? Call her." She smirked as you snatched your arm away. "I won't ask again." You couldn't help the frown that appeared on your face as she let out an irritated sigh. "Fine. Cut the baby out then kill the queen. Then Ms. Y/N."

Your body froze as they continued their advance to Amera would was trying her best to scramble away. "No please! Not my baby." They pinned her to the ground and you couldn't stay silent. 

"No! No! Okay! Okay. Alright." You sighed and the two guards moved away from her. You raised your wrist before dialing Shuri and you kept your eyes on the fake. 

"Y/N! Sthandwa are you okay?" The panicked princess questioned and before you could speak the fake Shuri cut you off.

"Princess! How nice to finally speak with you."

"Who are you? What do you want?" Shuri asked as Griot secretly traced the call. Okoye stood by the princess while Namor sat across the way.

"That isn't of importance right now. All you need to know is I need something from you. A couple of things actually." The fake said as you watched her every move. You couldn't show how scared you were. Not in front of her. "Starting with the data you have on the heart shaped herb. You actually recreated it after Stevens burned it to the ground. Fascinating."

"How do you know about that?" Shuri froze. Not knowing how someone would have access to that information.  

"I have my ways. But can you do that for me?"

"You want me to help you? Have you lost your mind?" Shuri sneered and the fake kneeled down in front of you, pulling the other dagger out of your boot.

"Not lost. Simply reevaluated. Question for you Princess, do you know just how fast Y/N can heal herself?" Before you could answer she stabbed you in the side causing you to scream out as you fell on your back. "Oh come on I barely pricked you." 

"Y/N!" Amera's voice called out to you as you felt your blood seep from the wound.

Shuri's body trembled as she listened to your pained groan. "Stop." It came out barely above a whimper. Unless you were right next to her, her plea wouldn't have been heard.

"Look, she's already healed herself!" The fake cheered as she grabbed your chin. "Good girl." She let go of you before standing to her full height. One that mirrored the princess.

"Princess Shuri, you have five hours to make your decision. Until then, Y/N and I are going to have a bit of fun." Shuri fell to her knees before the fake continued her speech. "As for you, K'uk'ulkan. Your wife could pop any second now. A mutant child from an underwater kingdom will go for a pretty penny. She should survive the birth. Maybe. Maybe not but who's keeping track?" 

Namor stood at the mention of his wife while Shuri sat trying to think of the best way to handle this. Her brother would know. She's never felt as useless as she does now. You told her not to go. And she didn't listen. Now you're in danger with some clone of her putting you through all this pain. Her own voice reached her ears and it was as if it was the only thing she heard.

"I'll be hearing from you soon."

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[liyawritesss]

ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Pairing: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: Riri brings you home to meet her mom for Thanksgiving, and you have a heart-to-heart about your intentions with her daughter.

Warnings: BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILER READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!, homophobia if you squint, the 'relationships' talk is briefly mentioned in regards to Riri

A/N: I have so many feelings for Riri. Comic book and MCU versions. This fic has a mix of both, I tried my best to mesh them both together smoothly. Riri is a character I already feel is gonna be close to home for me, and I can't wait to see more of Dominique Thorne's portrayal of her.

Tags: @verachii @inmyheadimobsessed @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega

There’s no reason why Riri should be the one nervous, you think, as you pull up into the driveway of her home. If anything, you should be the one sweating bullets in the passenger seat. And yet, the irony in such a situation is almost uncanny.

The two of you pull up to three-bedroom bungalow, common in the South Shore neighborhood of Chicago, decorated festively for the holidays. Riri caught you off guard when she asked if you wanted to spend the holidays with her mom and her. Mainly because, well, you had never met her mom before. Normally you’d meet the parents before such a milestone, but Riri had been putting it off due to her own anxiety. Having been together since January, though, she came to the conclusion that it’s finally time to come clean about this part of her life.

“Baby,” you call out to her, providing a comforting hand on her knee clothed with her favorite pair of blue jeans, “it’s gonna be okay. Shit, you’re more nervous than I am.”

“I’m sorry-” she begins, leaning back into the tan-colored leather fabric of the car seat. “It’s just- this is my moms, and I haven’t brung anyone around since Nat, and-”

Natalie, the one friend Riri did have in her youth, who met an untimely death from a drive by shooting. You’ve heard this testimony a few times - Riri doesn’t like to talk about it much, but when she does, it’s always in a very serious moment.

“Riri, I get it. It’s okay,” you respond softly, giving her knee a squeeze. She looks at you with her bright, lively eyes. The same eyes that caught your attention back at that New Years Eve party where you first met. Riri had always been an introvert, but if it was something she couldn’t verbalize, her eyes could tell it all. And right now, they’re pleading for this evening to go well.

“You know you still have time to chicken out-”

“Don’t even try it, Ri,”

This exchange brings a short laugh from the young and gifted engineer, as she watches you gather your phone and keys and exit the car. In a short moment, you’re at her side, opening the car door for Riri to step out. Her pink cashmere sweater does little to nothing to protect her from the November chill that has set itself into the air. Once the car is locked up, Riri’s feet, the only thing kept warm on her body thanks to the black ankle cut Ugg boots she had on, makes a beeline for the side door that leads into the humble abode. You follow shortly after, the wind starting to break through your clothes as well.

“Ma, I’m home!” Riri calls out from the doorway, and immediately the smell of soul food consumes both of you. The smells are distinctive - freshly baked mac-n-cheese that just got pulled from the oven, the greens simmering on low heat on the stove ready for plating, amongst other staple foods of a black household. The lighting is warm and inviting, and there’s some old school blues being played on a speaker coming from the kitchen. If this isn’t what home feels like, you don’t know what does.

Riri gestures to you to follow her as her mother responds from the kitchen. Riri’s mother turns from the stove to embrace her daughter, and is slightly caught off guard by the other presence in the home.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing someone else over, baby,” the older woman says as she releases Riri from a signature mama-bear hug. She smiles warmly at you, to which you shoot one back. There’s an uneasy pit in your stomach caused by the anxiety of such a moment, but in an effort to make a good first impression, you ignore it and make the first move.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” You begin, extending your hand out to greet the older woman. She takes your hand into her own, and the softness of her skin spreads a calming warmth throughout your arm. "Oh, hun, I ain't no ma'am yet. Call me Ronnie."

“Momma, this is (Y/N),” Riri chimes in, swallowing the lump that’s formed in her throat from the interaction thus far, “my girlfriend.”

What you expect is for the world to freeze, for Riri’s mom to go stiff and ridged with discomfort. You expect her warm demeanor to change in an instant, for her to retract her hand, to give you a curt greeting and not another word. It’s the only experience you’ve ever had when it came to moments like this with previous partners.

And yet, they never come. Instead, Riri’s mother pulls you into a mama-bear hug, officially welcoming you into her home.

“‘Bout time she brought you home, had me wondering if y’all were hitting a bumpy patch,” says the older woman, which has your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Riri said she hadn’t mentioned she was dating anyone, let alone a girl, to her mother, so why did it sound like she knew all along?

“Oh, don’t look like that, baby,” says Riri’s mother as she lets you go, catching the look on your face, and the nervous one that Riri sports as she stands off to the side, chewing on her thumb nail like it’s one of the chicken drumsticks that sit pretty in a serving basket on the kitchen island.

“Forgive me,” you begin, sheepishly fumbling with your hands, “I just thought- Riri never said-”

“C’mon now,” the older woman interrupts, “a mother always knows.” And that’s enough for you to drop the subject, but Riri, on the other hand, is staring wide eyed at her mother in disbelief. “Momma?!”

“Oh hush, child,” the older woman replies, “you come back from MIT and suddenly you outside every other weekend. Of course you got yourself a lil’ boo, otherwise you’d be in here every Saturday morning hogging my damn TV!”

“Momma-!”

“Ion wanna hear it,” says Riri’s mother, raising her hand in the air signaling the halt of the conversation, “now take (Y/N) and get the good dishes from the glass case and set the table. Food is just about ready.”

Frankly, you were glad Riri’s mom dismissed you two to table setting duty - you weren’t sure how long you could keep a straight face in front of her. The exchange between the three of you was something you never saw coming, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t fun, in an odd secondary coming out kind of way.

“I thought you said you never told your mom?” You mumbled to Riri as she’s setting down the china on the placemats you were putting down.

“I didn’t,” she replied, “but that mothers intuition is a bitch.”

You laugh as she continues to mumble on about how she ‘don’t go outside every other weekend’, which both of you know is a lie. The one time Riri did go to a party, it was the New Years Eve party you two met at. You weren’t a student at MIT, but a friend of one, and you were also a Chicago born, and so the two of you just clicked. If it weren’t for your adventurous nature and classic dating etiquette, the young engineer would definitely - like her mother said - be in the house during the weekend hogging the TV. She was an introvert like that, was never one to initiate a conversation nor spark a friendship. Though it never bothered you as much, and you understood how Riri came to be the person she is, and that her standoffish nature came with the territory. Riri said it herself, you were the first person she opened up to fully since the death of her step-father and best friend. You promised yourself that you would do everything in your power to not jeopardize her healing journey, and if clinging to you would aid in Riri going back to her old, energetic self, then you’d gladly do all the reassuring, pay for all your little midnight rendezvous, and everything in between.

You loved Riri, from the girl you caught sight of that fateful night, to the headstrong, confident woman she was becoming.

The dinner portion went swimmingly. Many stories were shared, including Riri coming clean about what happened in Wakanda and why she was gone for so long (there felt like a piece missing, as you could she was visibly struggling when explaining a few parts, but as this was a story previously mentioned to you and that prior she stated that a part of said story she was not able to disclose to anyone, you wouldn’t push further). Her mother was slightly rattled at the story, it being her first time hearing about her daughter getting ‘recruited’ by a foreign nation thanks to her outstanding engineering intelligence, but nonetheless, supportive. It wasn’t every day your daughter gets to be in close proximity of African royalty, after all.

Then came the story of how you two met, which was a simple as the beginning of any regular college romance - the two of you spotted each other across the room at a party, you gathered the courage (with a little help from your homegirls) to approach Riri, and you two clicked from there. You did the pleasure of excluding the bit about a drunken kiss shared under a mistletoe while dancing to the party music, unsure of how Riri’s mother would react to that part. Riri seemed thankful for the exclusion of this fact as well.

With dinner done, you offered to help with the cleanup, and with three bodies moving in synchronicity, what would have taken at least an hour minimum for cleanup was done in twenty minutes. Now, the three of you sit on the couch with the television on some random network with a random show playing. Riri’s mom sports a wine glass with her choice of champagne, while the two of you sported canned sodas. From the way the evening had went, you were all but expecting the one fated question to be asked:

‘What are your intentions with my daughter?’

“Now, (Y/N), you knew this was comin’, so I want you to answer me honestly,” the older woman begins; she’d been nursing her wine for a while now, trying not cause you any unnecessary anxiety (of which, her efforts backfired completely).

“I’m sure Riri has told you the story of her step-dad and her best friend, Natalie - bless their souls,” she takes a sip to this, as if it’s for the aforementioned people, while you adjust your sitting position to face the woman directly. Riri is behind you, her full body weight leaning onto your back, her chin resting on your shoulder, watching her mother interrogate you, fully ready to end the conversation if it becomes too out of hand. It’s almost as if she saw this coming, too, and has prepared her defenses.

“My baby don’t just bring anybody home. And I’ve been hard on her about that, because I know how men are out here. And when she came to me and told me she liked girls, I became even harder, because as a woman, I know we break hearts too, sometimes even worse.”

She takes another sip from her wine glass, and with the way your heart is pumping furiously in your chest, you’re glad that the sound of it isn't audible, otherwise you think it’d shatter the glass in her hand.

“So, I have to ask. What are your intentions with my daughter?”

You took a moment to look at Riri. Your eyes locked. You drew in a breath, and recited your answer.

“Well, I will have you know, Ms. Ronnie,” you begin, addressing the older woman by her name, “Riri came into my life at a time when everyone was leaving me. And her presence has been liberating for me. I’ve asked the universe to take those away from me who aren’t going to help me be a better person- ‘cuz when we met, I was in a dark place. The universe took those bad people away- people who weren’t going to help me excel to my highest being, and…and sent me an angel who taught me more about myself and about love than I could ever imagine learning on my own,”

The weight on your shoulder shifted ever so slightly, but you continued; “I intend on making Riri the happiest girl in the world by any means necessary. I may not have it big right now- I’m working towards making my dream work for me- but when I get my money right, I’m going to repay your daughter for saving me in my darkest moments. If she wants the world, I’ll give her the universe, because she deserves it more than anyone in the world.”

You took a pause for a moment, reaching back for Riri’s hand. Once you’ve taken into your own, interlocking your fingers, you locked eyes with the young engineer, continuing once more; “And once I’ve made her the happiest woman in the world, I plan on making her the happiest wife.”

At this point, you forgot about Riri’s mother sitting to your right on the other end of the couch. In staring into Riri’s dark onyx eyes, you were completely enveloped in her. The Versace perfume you bought for her earlier that week, the warmth of her pink sweater that contrasted against your own clothes. The way she was holding her breathe, the way that her eyes were searching for an ounce of doubt or an inch of a lie in your own.

“Are you serious, (Y/N)?”

“You know I don’t play about you, Ri,”

If it wasn’t for remembering that her mother was in the same room, you would have kissed her. But it was the thought of her mother that caused you to break eye contact with Riri. Even more, the realization that you just spilled your entire life plan to the mother of your lover set in, and suddenly, your body was aflame in what you couldn't tell was either embarrassment or pride. Embarrassment because it’s her mother. Pride because of the amount of love for Riri that you had to be able to say all those things in front of her mother.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” said the older woman, taking a swig from her glass, “You’ve found a keeper, baby.”

At this, Riri wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face into the crook of it, in an attempt to hide the humongous smile that’s plastered on her face. You chuckle a bit at her, a smile of your own making its way to your lips.

“Your daddy would be proud, Ri,” her mother added on, “and he would have loved the shit out of you. I’m sure he’s up there smiling down on us right now.”

Riri peeks from her place in your neck, making eye contact with you once more. The smile on her face makes you melt. You’d do anything to keep that smile there for eternity.

“He would, wouldn’t he,” she whispers, more to herself than to anyone else. You place a kiss on her forehead, and she retreats back into the warmth of your neck.

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[lizardinkart]

Watching Castlevania: Nocturne and Olrox is about to give me a stroke— unstructured rant incoming (spoilers I guess for up to episode 4)

Brother why have they stuck you in a suit. Why is your name Olrox. In what world does this even sound like Nahuatl (if we were doing that shouldn’t the X be pronounced like an sh??). Yes I know they took it from the games but come onnnnnnnn

Like I appreciate the amount of detail in Anette’s connection to the Orisha, which I also know is imperfect. But idk, I’m holding out hope that this Quetzalcoatl mf will get some more time to shine. I want him to go crazy go stupid on any Spaniard he sees (Fuck Cortés!). I did like his line about gods and demons and how gods still hold power even if the church doesn’t call them that, but I also have to squint at it because the neopaganism is poppin’ recently and you gotta watch out.

Praying that this isn’t just Black Panther 2 all over again where Mesoamerican religious identity is just pancaked into a mush of “lol what’s the difference between Maya and Aztec?? What do you mean there’s other people in Central America???” They get some points for not making him like, Huitzilopochtli tho, but I would argue that if you wanna be specifically Aztec and not go for that Pan-Mesoamerican soup he probably would have been a better choice because the Mexica that would go on to become the aztecs did care about Huitzilopochtli a lot more than everyone else did. Quetzalcoatl is a good representative if you wanna just embody postcolonial Mesoamerican rage, but I will sit here and stew about it because man we really get nothing that even tries a little and I am worried about him.

Anyway I’m gonna tinker with his character design because this besuitted twunk is getting on my nerves. I want to see notes from whoever designed him. What was that room like I just wanna know

#me being totally normal about the art of the aztec empire #im so fucking good man but also gimme this man in some regalia im fucking BEGGING #LITERALLY JUST HAVE HIM PUT ON THE COSTUME TO MAKE HIM BECOME QUETZALCOATL PLEASEEEEEE #actually not too much shade tho #like im one white bitch with a special interest what am I gonna do #idk where his character is going other than vagueries but I do appreciate this fella #but treating like the gods of mesoamerica as legitimate is everything to me #i love this multiplicity of religious coexistence #this is so american gods #whoever was behind this season here’s a kiss for u #fuck this show do be about colonialism tho!!!!!!! #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #castlevania olrox #olrox #aztec gods #quetzalcoatl

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 2 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series! The plot thickens...

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

Woah. This is... incredible.

I mean, it was incredible when I looked up and saw a fucking castle, but this? All this shiny white and gold? I feel like I'm going to be a royal's personal servant. But, this is Pomefiore dorm- and I'm in Pomefiore! Does that mean I'm the royal?

"Alright!" Vil's call for attention is met with the ceasing of the oohs and aahs in favor of all eyes on him. He looks powerful, but not in an intimidating way- rather, I feel drawn to him. Based on the body language of those around me, though, that might just be a "me and Grim" thing. The kid on my right looks meek.

"Third years, you know what to do. Second years, you do what the third years are doing. Rook, on my left. First years, I am still waiting on the list with all your names on it, so you will be placed into your dorm rooms now. Those of you with feline slash feline-adjacent familiars, stand in the circle." With magic, he draws a large, glowing blue outline of a circle on the floor to his right. I look at Grim and make our way through the crowd, my cat on my shoulder, and stand in the circle. There are nine people standing on Vil's right by the end of it, including me.

While I have Grim, there's a kid on my right with white hair, caramel skin, and an ice-blue panther-looking thing that's about as tall at the shoulder as he is at the hip. Its eyes are completely black, like ink, and it's apparently just as confused as its human.

To my left is a kid with an opossum. The 'possum has a deep blue body and tail, along with a white head that almost makes it look like the thing is wearing a skull. Its eyes are seagreen everywhere except the pupils.

Vil points at the kid on my left. "What's your name?"

"K-Korrak." The kid rolls the r as he says it.

"Alright, and what's your name?" He's pointing at me now. But, before I can stutter out my answer at the question I should've been anticipating, Grim answers for me.

"I'm Grim!" Vil does not appear as amused as he did. Grim, taking notice, adds, "and this is Yuu."

"You? I do not believe that is me."

"No, no, Yuu. Y-u-u, not y-o-u."

"Ah, okay. Yuu, Korrak, you two will be in room 109. There is a cat tree for your familiars to share and two cat beds for them to split. Here you are." He hands me a key with the Pomefiore crest on the end. Upon examining it, the number 109 is engraved on it.

"You two may now go to your dorm room and get settled in. I trust you know how to retrieve your things?" Korrak nods. Grim and I say nothing. Vil smiles, as though pleased. "Off you go, then."

Room 109 is easy to find. It's on the left, just like every other odd number, and is on the first floor. The door is huge, large enough to fit me and Korrak shoulder-to-shoulder with Korrak's familiar standing on his head, not touching the top of the doorframe.

Inside, there's two twin canopy beds, two small, blue cat beds, two pristine white nightstands, and- as promised- a cat tower, right in the middle. I take the canopy bed on the right. Korrak flops down onto his new bed, waves his magic pen, and starts unpacking the luggage he just summoned. There isn't much- just a two rolly bags and a backpack.

Korrak's familiar takes notice of my staring. "Pilot parents," it says, "everything has to fit on a plane." I nod. This new world has airplanes, too, huh?

There's a knock on the door. "Come in," Shouts the 'possum. Vil opens the door.

"Yuu, come with me. Now." I immediately approach, Grim now on my head, to follow Vil down the hall and into what looks to be a makeup department you'd see in a "behind the scenes: live-action movie" documentary.

A blonde boy I recognize as Rook is already standing there, motioning for me to sit in one of the chairs. I look to Vil for confirmation before taking the seat. Rook takes Grim off of my head, sits in the chair next to mine, and places Grim on the counter in front of him.

All Grim has time to say is, "myaah?" Before Rook pulls out a cat brush and starts brushing my familiar's fur. Grim soon settles into the comforting sensation with a continuous purrrrrr.

"Yuu. Look at me." Vil's voice draws my attention once more, and I look directly into his violet eyes. "Why the fuck is your hair this matted? When did you last brush it?"

"Uhh... good question. I'd tell you if I knew."

My answer is honest. The rage in Vil's eyes is bright like floodlights.

"Why don't you know?" I shrug. Vil's voice is low and nearly sinister- but not quite.

"Grim." Vil's head snaps toward Rook, as though daring him to speak again. "When was the last time Yuu brushed his hair?"

Grim shrugs. "I dunno. We met just before the ceremony."

The upperclassmen now appear confused, Vil more so than Rook. "You... Just met? Today?" Vil alone speaks at first, but his and Rook's voices blend together for the final word.

"Yeah, Grim wanted to enroll and broke open a coffin-box so he could have a uniform."

"Hench-Human knew my name. Somehow, I knew his. Dunno how that works, but that probably means he's my familiar, right?"

Both the blondes are stunned into silence. Rook is the first to break it.

"So, did you meet and magically bind as children, only to forget and be reunited years later as familiars?" He looks... exited now. "Beauté!"

"Probably not," I jump in, "given that I'm not from a world with magic, and can't use any myself."

Vil looks shocked. "What do you mean, you can't use magic? How in tarnation did you get a spot at Night Raven College with no magic?"

"Hell if I know. Hey, where are we? I know we're in Pomefiore dorm at Night Raven, but... geographically, where are we?"

Vil sighs. It's obvious that he never expected that question, or the lack of magic.

"Twisted Wonderland, spud. That's the broadest way I can put it."

"Okay. Broadest way I can put it, I'm from the Milky Way Galaxy."

Now he's looking at me weird.

"We are in the Twisted Galaxy's Selm system, on the specific planet 'Wonder.' People usually call our planet 'Twisted Wonderland.' With that in mind, where are you from?" Rook's elaboration gives me a better idea of what to say next.

"Earth, of the Milky Way Galaxy's Sol system. I've only really heard people call it 'Earth.'"

"Myaah, I never knew Twisted Wonderland was the name of the planet! That's so cool!"

Vil sighs and starts cutting my hair. "Let's... worry about that after we get this rat's nest off your head." Rook goes back to brushing Grim. For a moment, I allow myself to believe everything is okay. And, for the first time in my life, that feels true.

#twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst grim #twst rook #twst vil #twst yuu #part 2 #what if yuu didn't want to go back #m!yuu

[profound-bouquetbird]

TOH characters as incorrect quotes + y/n

Hello! How are you doing today :) hope you're doing well!

I may or may not have changed certain words like God to Titan, and prom to grom, but yeah

Here are some quotes (that i used on a generating thingamajig on Google called perchance.org incorrect quotes)

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Hunter: hey, y/n, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Y/n: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly

Hunter: No, i mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Y/n: Can't really say i have.

Hunter: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes

Y/n: Sorry, Hunter. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringing up anybody

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Y/n: I'm proud to identify as morosexual. I'm attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing the under the moonlight.

Hunter: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Y/n, already taking off their clothes: God, Hunter, you're so fucking stupid.

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Gus: Willow, can I ask you a question?

Willow: You just did.

Gus: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Willow: You just did.

Gus, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Willow: You just did.

Gus: When?!

Willow: Just now.

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Luz & Gus in the back of Y/n's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!

Willow: We have food at home.

Y/n: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough*

Luz & Gus: YAYYYYYY!

Y/n: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

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Luz: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Hunter: We're chopsticks!

Luz: Well... that's cute!

Luz: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Y/n: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

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Hunter: I’m this close to falling in love with Y/n.

Luz: Your fingertips are touching.

Hunter: Exactly.

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Luz: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Hunter: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Luz: Aww, it's a love note for Y/n?

Hunter: No-

Luz: *opens it*

Luz:

Hunter:

Luz: I can't read this.

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Gus: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?

Luz: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Gus:

Gus: *sobs*

Willow: You fucking scared him, you idiot.

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Luz: What time is it?

Y/n: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out

Y/n: *BLASTS the saxaphone*

Vee: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING

Y/n: It’s 2 am

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Y/n: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Hunter: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Hunter: My future partner must be brave, strong intelligent, successful and organized

Y/n: *steps on a caterpillar and proceedes to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely.*

Hunter: That one. I want that one

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Luz: You know, Hunter gives Y/n flowers everyday, i wish you'd do that to

Amity: Okay.

-later-

Amity: *gives Y/n flowers*

Y/n: ???

Amity: I don't know, I'm confused as well

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Luz: Hey Hunter, wanna third wheel on my date with Amity tomorrow?

Hunter: sure

Luz: Y/n! Wanna third wheel on my date with Amity tomorrow?

Y/n: sure

Luz: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Hunter & Y/n: ...

Amity: Luz...

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Hunter: I wanna be with you for the rest of my life.

Y/n: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Hunter, getting down on one knee: that's 'cause it is.

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Hunter: If i say i love you, will you say it back?

Y/n: Yes.

Hunter: I love you

Y/n: It back

-later-

Luz: why is hunter crying face-down on the floor?

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Luz: That's ridiculous, Amity doesn't have a crush on me.

Hunter: Yes she does

Y/n: Yes she does

Amity: Yes i do

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Hunter: sapnu puaS

Y/n: What??

Y/n: What language is that.

Hunter: Turn your phone 180 degrees

*y/n has blocked your number*

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Luz: Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill!

Luz: First who would you kill?

*Amity points at Y/n*

*Gus points at Y/n*

*Willow points at Y/n*

Y/n: *shrugs* I would kill me too.

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Luz: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to-

Luz: *sees Willow shoving Gus into the washing machine while Amity records and Y/n watches*

Luz: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

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Y/n: This food is too hot... I can't eat it

Hunter: You're very hot, and i still eat you

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Gus: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Vee: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

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Luz: *about Hunter and Y/n* They make a cute couple huh.

Amity: They certainly are standing next to each other.

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Hunter: Well, Y/n and i finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Hunter: That's right... We kissed!

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Hunter: Where are you going?

Y/n: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Hunter: I told you I did! It's coming here on Friday!

Luz, knowing full well that Hunter gave Y/n and engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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Amity: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Luz: I sleep with a knife.

Hunter: Both of you are pathetic.

Amity: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Hunter: Y/n.

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Luz: Do you love Y/n?

Hunter: Yeah, I do.

Luz: Amity! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Amity: We all love Y/n. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

Hunter: I thought that was implied.

Amity: ...

Luz: ...

Hunter, looking straight at Luz: Congrats Luz, you just won 100 bucks.

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Y/n: I love you.

Hunter: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Y/n and Hunter kiss passionately*

Luz, to Amity: You owe me 20 dollars.

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Amity: Why would anyone want to harm Luz?

Vee: Maybe because they met her?

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Luz: So, what is Y/n to you?

Hunter: The reason I wake up every morning.

Luz: ...That’s adorable.

Y/n earlier that morning, barging into Hunter′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

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Luz, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Y/n, not looking up from their book: Really? Hunter, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

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Luz: That shirt looks great, Y/n.

Y/n: Thanks.

Luz: But I bet it would look even better on Hunter's floor.

Hunter: Are you hitting on Y/n... for me?

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Y/n: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Hunter: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Hunter: Would you like me to tutor you?

Luz: That was smooth.

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Lilith: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Hunter: I just wanna fucking marry Y/n!!

<✯~✯>

*Y/n rushes by with an armful of water bottles*

Hooty: What's going on?

Lilith: Y/n wouldn't drink water.

Hooty: ...And?

Lilith: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle.

Y/n, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

<✯~✯>

Y/n: I'm in love with you

Hunter: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Y/n: I know

Hunter: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

<✯~✯>

Amity: Why is Y/n crying on the floor?

Luz: They're drunk

Amity: And?

Luz: They saw a picture of Hunter's spouse.

Amity: But they're Hunter's spouse

Luz: I know.

<✯~✯>

Hunter: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Gus: Did Y/n say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Hunter: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL-

<✯~✯>

Y/n: The stars are so beautiful...

Hunter: They're just gigant balls of gas.

Y/n: You know what, if you're just going ruin this, then-

Hunter: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Y/n: Oh...

<✯~✯>

Y/n: *Holds us a sign that says "Grom?" outside Hunter's window.

Gus: OH my Titan, Yes!

Y/n: *Yelling up* No, tell Hunter!

Gus: Hunter! I'm going to grom with your lover!

<✯~✯>

Amity: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Y/n: Well Hunter and I-

Hunter: *elbows Y/n*

Y/n: ...wouldn't know.

<✯~✯>

God damn, i finally finished this, took me long enough, and for any of you tat sent request's just so you know i am trying to write all of them, it's just taking me a while, plus i have no motivation ;-;

Anyway, ba-bye!

#toh incorrect quotes #toh y/n #the owl house #toh hunter x reader #toh

[rayrayvan]

The great war III

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!reader Warnings: Angst, Spoilers, mentions about injuries, fluff

part one, part two

You did your best to distract yourself from worrying about your wife. You were informed that they have just arrived. So you and the queen aboard the aircraft, get to the palace as quickly as possible.

Shuri was held up by M'baku. The injuries she sustained were brutal but thanks to the Black Panther abilities she has, she's able to survive it. She was limping to get to the lab to be patched up when she heard someone screaming her name.

The voice sounded familiar that when she looked up, her legs would give up. You were calling out for her name, running towards her. "Shuri!" You screamed again and when you were near to where she was standing, you rushed to hug her tight.

When she engulfed you in her arms she felt as if she was home, in your arms where she can lay down her defenses, where she can rest and not worry about tomorrow, where she was safe. "You're here" She whispered in your ear " Thank Bast you're awake" She whispered again.

You cried into her shoulder and she did the same but when you hugged her even tighter she winced in pain. You pulled away and asked if she was hurt, she simply nodded. You moved to her side and let her lean into you. "I've got her to thank you Lord M'Baku, the debts will be repaid," You said to him but he swayed his head no " I did it for Wakanda," He said and went to excuse himself to return to Jabariland.

You held her up with your hand around her waist and her arm around your shoulder for support "Where is my mother?" She asked "She's inside waiting" You replied and she nodded in agreement.

When you two reached inside her lab, her mother walked in. The Queen and her hugged each other tightly, asking one another if they are fine and telling her that she worries for her daughter's safety, praying to Bast and the ancestors to keep her safe.

Shuri soon later started to work on patching herself up, but you stopped her before she could begin "Nah uh, I'll do it" You told her. She just gave you what you needed because if she didn't agree you'd say "I am your wife and that is my duty" and how she was injured so she didn't but she did plan to mess with you and ended up not going through with it.

"When were you up?" She asked when you were done "Maybe a day after you left," You said as you cleaned up your mess. The silence was surrounding you two. She felt kind of awkward with you now with the mess she made. When you threw the last garbage out, you fell to your knees, and the feelings you kept at bay finally gushed out. Shuri saw you fell so she hopped off and approached you gently. She heard your cries and soon after, she engulfed you in her arms "I thought I lost you" You began, trying your hardest to form the words you want to say to her. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again, feel you again, kiss you again. I thought of the worse and I hate myself for doing that" You continue. She stayed silent and let you cry out the pent-up feelings you kept to yourself "And the past months, I've been nothing more than selfish. When you were grieving, I wanted you all to myself instead of letting you do whatever you want to do" You added which made Shuri shish you now "You weren't selfish, Sthandwa. If anything I was the one who completely abounded you. I know you were grieving too but I let work consume me, I'm sorry for that" Shuri cried out this time and you both sobbed hard. "I'm sorry too, My Shuri" You cried out.

You pulled away and faced her. Leaned in to place your forehead against hers.

"I love you" She whispered "I will always love you" She added again "I love you too" You whispered back "I will always love you" You added

Both of you were hesitant but later leaned in to kiss. It was slow and hesitant but was soon replaced with longing and passion.

You both apologize to each other and vow that even when times do get rough, you'll always be there for each other.

a/n: might rewrite this but anyways here's the last part

@sexylifestylesblog @taiiunknown @ziayamikaelson

#shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri black panther #shuri imagine #shuri x female reader #black panther wakanda forever #letitia wright #mcu shuri #bpwf spoilers #bpwf #black panther spoilers #black panther x reader

[obwjam]

Hey! I've always been wanting to request here ( if it's open of course)

Maybe a Killmonger x tiny reader who snuck into his pocket during a heist and it leads to him discovering them once in wakanda?

hi!!! i actually am totally cool with requests at the moment, it's been so long that i feel like i should do some writing lol and this made me realize i've literally never written any black panther characters? at all? it's been a while since i've seen the movies so we've got morally ambiguous killmonger. i hope you like it!!

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You were cornered.

There was nothing you could do, either, since you had hurt your leg in the mad scramble before. How could you be so stupid? Tinies will do anything for food, it seems.

The giant knew you were here. He was looking for you. He had seen you traversing the ground, scared, confused, overwhelmed. You were not in England anymore, that’s for sure. You had never, ever seen a place like this before.

“Well, well, whadda we got here, huh?”

The air left your lungs like it was forcibly removed from you as you stared up, up, up at this giant – Killmonger, you heard somebody call him, which was not the name of a friendly man – who loomed over you with an annoyed, yet curious, expression.

He snickered at your petrified expression. “Aw, I really must look terrifying to you, don’t I?” He thought for a moment before bending down and stretching his arm out, his intentions clear.

Your instinct kicked in and you bolted to the side, but it was no use. Killmonger simply leaned in and extended his arm as his giant fingers pinched your shirt, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit!” you said frantically, thrashing your legs in a desperate attempt to wriggle free. Much to your embarrassment, Killmonger laughed again, clearly amused.

“Don’t trip, little guy, I ain’t gonna drop you,” he said in a surprisingly soft tone. Truthfully, he had no intention of hurting you, but he did want to know why a tiny little human being was sneaking around Wakanda. He raised his brows as he swung you over to a table, briefly lifting you up to eye level to get a closer look. You nearly vomited as he tilted his fingers, observing your tattered clothes and overall strange appearance.

Carefully, he placed you down on the table and took a seat, still looming over you but not nearly as badly as before. He took a few moments to simply observe you as you gathered yourself, wiping tears from your eyes and pulling at the ends of your clothes to get them fitting right on your body again. You refused to look Killmonger in the eye, but you stared at just about everything else in the room.

“Well… can’t say I’ve ever seen anythin’ like you before,” he started, almost cautiously. “And trust me, I’ve seen a lot of shit.”

He pouted when you kept your eyes trained to the ground. “Hey. I’m talking to you.” He pursed his lips. “You… you can understand me, can’t you?” It didn’t occur to him that maybe you didn’t speak english.

He was slightly surprised when you nodded, not wanting to provoke him any further.

“Alright, well, I’m used to people lookin’ at me when I talk to ‘em. You can do that, yeah?”

Your heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. His tone wasn’t rude, per se… but it was condescending. Like he knew he was better than you. But you didn’t really have a choice if you wanted to get out of this situation alive, so after a few deep breaths, you meekly turned your gaze to him. Shit, he is gigantic.

Killmonger couldn’t help but smile. “Aight, good. Can you talk?”

Another nod. He would take it.

“So, what’s a little guy like you doin’ so far from home?”

You tried your best to muster up the courage to speak, but it was more difficult than you thought. After all, this was your very first conversation with a giant.

“I hope you come here with good intentions, tiny,” he said, though his initial thought of this must be a spy wanting to steal our riches was slowly fading as he observed your behavior more. If this was the work of some sleazy British henchman, they sure picked the wrong tiny person.

Good intentions. You repeated that a few times in your head before realizing what this might look like to him.

“I… it was an accident.”

Killmonger’s eyebrows perked up, surprised to hear your voice. “Oh, yeah? Accident how?”

“I… I was just up on the table, looking for some food for the night and I thought I saw some… saw some in your jacket pocket,” you managed to get out.

“My pocket?” he repeated.

“Y-yeah.” You tried to read the expression on his face, but it was stoic. “And I-I went in to grab it, a-and I tried…” you trailed off, taking a few breaths before reliving that experience. “And then you–you came, a-and grabbed your coat before I could – before I was able to get out.” You clenched your fists to keep from shaking too hard. “And now I’m here… wherever… here is.”

Killmonger blinked, trying to retrace his steps over the last few days. He was in England on one of his usual business trips… he stopped at an associate’s place… then he went back to Wakanda. He supposed it was completely plausible that a tiny human being could have been in his pocket the whole time… but wouldn’t he have noticed?

“That’s a crazy ass story,” he said with a smirk. “I’m not sure if I believe that.”

But the way your eyes widened and you began to fidget made him start to believe you were telling the truth. “I–I’m serious, I–I wouldn’t lie!” you cried in desperate defense. “Please, I just – I just want to go back home.” You sniffled, furiously wiping your eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t – if I had known –”

“–alright, alright,” he cut you off, pumping his hands back and forth. “I get it, I get it. I believe you. Just… stop crying.”

You nodded, shutting your eyes to stop the tears from escaping. “Can you… can you take me back?”

Killmonger sniffed a laugh. “What, take you back to the UK?” You nodded. “Nah, sorry, little guy, but I ain’t going back there just yet.”

Your expression morphed into one of pure horror. “Wh… what?”

“I ain’t going back to another continent just because you accidentally ended up where you shouldn’t be,” he chided. “Besides, I didn’t sign up to be a babysitter for some half-pint.” He glanced down at you smugly. “But I definitely can’t have you runnin’ around unsupervised, can I?”

It didn’t take long for the realization to dawn on you, but it was too late. You barely took a few steps before you were unceremoniously scooped up, once again being dangled in front of the giant’s billboard-sized face. This time, you knew thrashing around was pointless.

Your head spun as he stood up, carrying you like you were poisonous. “Wh– what are you doing with me?!” you managed to get out.

“Hm. Dunno just yet,” he shrugged. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just don’t have time to worry ‘bout you right now – ah.” Killmonger spotted what he was looking for. “I’ve got some shit I have to deal with, so why don’t you just…”

Now, you did try to wriggle your way out of his grip, but it was no use – you were dizzy, overwhelmed and overpowered. He gently lowered you into what you thought was a box with no sides, until he swiped his hand over the top and a blue energy field shimmered into view. You cautiously walked up to the edge, reached out and were rudely greeted with a sharp pain in your hand. You hissed and staggered back.

“See, don’t even try,” Killmonger said, wondering how badly that must have hurt. “Just hang tight, little guy. I’ll be back.”

His stare lingered on you for a few extra seconds before he finally turned around and left the room, leaving you completely and utterly alone and trapped.

You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

#i feel like this is exactly how it would go if this were to really happen #he's not sadistic but he's wary of just about everyone #so he's kind of being a dick! #sorry for the angst but this just felt right to me lol #obwrites #marvel g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #asks

[mischievoushiddleston]

LET US BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER

(NAMOR/READER)

Masterlist here!

Warning. LIGHT SPOILERS FOR BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER

Warnings: Smut

She did not know what she was doing. It was as if her body was no longer her own as she listened to this beautiful song that led her further and further to the water. It was almost hypnotic. Y/N was powerful, more powerful than the Scarlet Witch, but this was an unknown power that was a lot more powerful than her. She could already feel the water on her toes. Every sound around her disappeared; she just wanted to be closer to this song. She went further and further in until she was already up to her breasts in water. Against her will, she began to swim. Y/N could hear the voices begging her to return. But nothing was as important as getting to the song. When the song stopped, the trance subsided and she looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere. How the hell was she going to get back? Y/N didn’t feel anyone coming up behind her, but panicked when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and hold her down.

„Calm…“ the voice said, immediately making her calm down when she heard the song again. „Attuma…“ She could no longer understand anything as it was also another language as she began to fall asleep and slumped in the stranger’s arms.

A mask was placed over her mouth and nose before she disappeared into the sea.

When she next awoke she looked around in confusion and took a deep breath. She was wearing a dress and looked to the stone walls. „I thought that was more fitting for such a powerful woman…But don’t worry, a servant changed you…“ someone said and she turned to see a man behind her. He was wearing a cloak and shorts, it looked like a bathing suit, but with golden ornaments. On his feet were wings. She recoiled fearfully. „I will not harm you…My people call me Ku`uk`ulkan…You can call me Namor…“

„Where…where am I?“ she asked in a trembling voice.

„You are in Talocan…“ replied Namor, stepping towards her, „I know you are scared…“

She crawled back as far as she could. „What am I doing here?“

He smiled when he heard her question. „Well, Y/N,“ he said, and she was surprised that he knew her name, „I want you to be my wife…“

Her eyes widened in surprise. „What?“

„You are beautiful, powerful…You are my equal…“ he explained, looking at her seriously, „The only thing that would stop me is that you are from the surface world, but I can fix that…“ -He raised a hand and a blue skinned woman with a bowl came and handed it to him- „It took centuries, but this is the herb that made my people what they are today…Drink it and you too become a part…“

Y/N swallowed. „Why would I do that?“

Namor came to her and sat down next to her. „You have nothing left to lose…Everyone you love is dead because you live forever, like me…Why not spend your life with someone who can’t be taken from you?“

She looked at the liquid he was holding and took a deep breath. „I don’t know you…“ she said softly.

„You can spend the rest of your life getting to know me…What do you have to lose?“ he asked her and she didn’t know what to answer since she had nothing to lose. She bit her lip before taking the liquid and looking at it.

„Alright…“ she said barely audible and drank it. She was already starting to feel it, that effect. Suddenly her vision went black and she lost consciousness again. When she next awoke, Namor was still sitting next to her, smiling.

„Welcome back,“ he said as she carefully sat up, noticing the blue skin she now had and feeling like she couldn’t breathe. Namor lifted a mask and placed it on her face. „Breathe…“ -She did as he asked and felt better. His hand gently stroked her cheek-„You won’t have to wear this mask all the time…“

Y/N nodded, but took it off a few minutes after that. She could feel that tension between them and raised her hand to his cheek. She didn’t know him, but it all felt so right, like they were made for each other. It could be because of this new feeling, but it wasn’t like that, she thought.

The next few weeks passed quietly and she got to know Namor and he showed her Talocan. It was beautiful. The wedding had already taken place, it was formal and now she was Talocan’s queen. Namor did not urge her to do more than she was ready for, but Y/N did not want to wait anymore. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands stroked her sides and she leaned up before kissing him. It wasn’t one of those short and gentle kisses, this one was passionate.

„Take me and make me yours…“ she breathed against his lips.

„I thought you were when you married me…“, Namor replied. She stepped back from him and opened her dress before he slowly slid down.

„Then make it official…“ she said as she sat down on the bed and slowly slid backwards.

„I thought you wanted to wait…“ he said, but meanwhile stepped over to the bed.

She shrugged her shoulders. „I know, but I want this…I want you…“ she said, watching him take off his cloak before crawling up onto the bed and between her legs. Once he was there, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her. She kissed him passionately and stroked up and down his back. Y/N could feel his hands on her thighs as he caressed her.

„Mmm…Namor…“ she moaned softly against his lips. They moved down and he sucked on the skin of her neck. He kissed further down her body and took her breasts in his hand and began to roll her nipples between his fingers until he took one in his mouth and sucked on it. His free hand moved down and between her thighs. She moaned as she felt his fingers on her pussy and gasped loudly as he thrust into her.

Y/N stroked through his hair as he finger fucked her and threw her head back. He thrust into her slowly, writhing deep inside her with each thrust. She pulled him back up to her and looked at him. „I want to feel you deep inside me…“

With her heels, she pushed his pants down and reached for his cock. She pumped it a few times before guiding it to her entrance. Namor moaned as she rubbed the tip against it. He then thrust deep inside her, making her moan loudly. „So tight…“ he moaned and she got used to him before lifting her hips and signaling him that she was ready. Namor pulled out of her almost completely before thrusting deep and fast into her. He quickly began thrusting into her pussy and kissed back up her body, kissing her passionately. Namor sat up and lifted her leg that was around his waist and put it over his shoulder as he thrust into her again fast and hard. Y/N moaned loudly as he began to thrust against her G-spot. Namor let one hand move down to her clit and rubbed it. Soon she could feel her orgasm building.

„I…I’m cumming,“ she moaned loudly, getting tighter around him.

„Cum for me…,“ Namor moaned, thrusting deep inside her as he filled her with his cum just as she came around his cock. She was breathing heavily and gasping. Y/N looked up at him and smiled softly before pulling him down to her and kissing him gently.

„Let’s burn the world down together,“ Namor said, looking to his wife, who smiled.

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[pearl484-blog]

Delightful Destruction

Adrien asks to see Plagg’s true form My entry for Adrien AUGreste 2023: Plagg

Ao3 link, Series

“Hey, Plagg,” Adrien called, looking at a video on his computer. “This ghost thing kinda looks like you.”

Plagg peered over Adrien’s shoulder as he relished the taste of a particularly delicious wheel of camembert. Huh, that was a cat spirit, a decently strong one too, from the looks of it. It wasn’t quite as well formed as him. Its tiny black body was mostly a head with tiny little bat wings, and its eyes were purple instead of his ravishing green, but he could see the resemblance. 

Then, having fed off enough fear from the civilians nearby, it transformed. Its wings grew to massive lengths and grew to four. Its face morphed from a simple fear to a pig nosed muzzle, and its main body became long and sleek like a panther’s.

“Oh,” Adrien said, frowning. “It doesn’t anymore.”

“Puh-lease,” Plagg remarked, lifting his nose up away from that pathetic transformation, “my true form is much cooler than that. 

Immediately, Adrien sat up straight, looking at Plagg in undisguised awe. “You have a true form?” Adrien asked.

“Of course I do,” Plagg said, grinning smugly as he revealed in the attention his chosen was giving him. He nonchalantly swallowed a roll of camembert whole as he smugly asked, “What, did you think those ghosts could be cooler than me? Trust me,” Plagg swept his paw through the air in a dismissive gesture, “compared to me, those ghosts are just the very beginnings of curdled milk. It would take them millenia to even be a fraction as smart or as powerful as I am.”

“Wait,” Adrien cocked his head, looking at Plagg in an adorable level of confusion, “why don’t you ever use it then?”

“Because it’s huge,” Plagg said, rolling his eyes. “And if you think my powers are tricky in this size, it’s nothing compared to my true self. Honestly, I could probably destroy the entire Milky Way on accident like that.” 

“Oh,” Adrien said softly. “I guess that makes sense.” 

Plagg hummed, eyeing Adrien carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see Adrien’s disappointment. His wielder wasn’t subtle about his emotions. How anyone could miss them was beyond Plagg, but showing someone his true form was a big deal. Most people only ever wanted to see it before they demanded that he fuse with Tikki to make reality bend to whatever stupid wish they wanted. Adrien though…

Plagg genuinely believed that Adrien might just want to see it. He was curious like that, always grabbing and reaching for whatever scraps of knowledge Plagg handed out to him, and his wielder was clever too. 

At first, Plagg had given Adrien the tiniest scraps of information to tease him, offering only a small taste of information to see his tiny little human mind get blown, but after a month or so, Adrien would surprise him by casually mentioning things to Plagg that he’d never even said out loud before, had never even needed to. 

For instance, after a few weeks of listening to Adrien drone on and on about his sickeningly sweet crush on Ladybug, Plagg had once again given his excellent cheese advice only for Adrien to counter that Plagg had never been in love. Or after Plagg had introduced the idea that he’d had many wielders before, it had only taken Adrien about 3 weeks to complain about how he couldn’t transform into a cat like Bast had.

From then on, it had become a game of sorts. Plagg would drop some little seed of information every so often, and Adrien would counter it by bringing up some surprisingly insightful tangential guesses about it with the surety of someone who’d known it for years. Sometimes he was wrong, hilariously wrong, like the time he’d thought Loki was a fox, but most of the time, his wielder was right on the money. 

Plagg had let a lot of secrets go this way. He knew he’d dropped far too many hints for his own good, but it was so satisfying to watch his little human grow and figure out things so quickly and easily. In fact, for the first time in a long time, Plagg felt like he trusted his wielder. So maybe, he could try something. 

“Do you want to see it?” Plagg asked cautiously. Immediately, Adrien lit up like a Christmas tree, but he hesitated. 

Biting his lip, Adrien hesitantly asked, “But didn’t you say it was dangerous?”

Plagg gave him an easy grin and waved his paw dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “We’ll just have to find someplace big enough to hold me without anyone seeing us, and I’ll just need to avoid using my powers. No big deal.” Then he paused before quickly adding, “But, just in case, I can’t stay in that form for too long.” As Adrien nodded, he quickly added, “and it’s just the one time.”

Adrien hummed, before he grinned. “I think I know a place. Plagg! Claws Out!” ~*~ As it turned out, Adrien’s place was one of the cisterns in the sewer. It was hardly conspicuous. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir had hidden near a number of these several times,but Plagg was a little worried he wouldn’t be able to fit. 

Apparently, Adrien had the same idea, because he looked at it nervously as he asked, “Is it big enough?”

As Plagg listened to Adrien’s voice, he cursed his soft heart. As soon as he heard that tone in Adrien’s voice, Plagg knew, as clearly as he knew that pasteurized cheese was a crime against humanity, that if it wasn’t big enough, his wielder would blame himself. He was weirdly self-conscious like that: eager to blame himself at the slightest opportunity. Plagg blamed his stupid father for that, and Ladybug’s stupid obsession with secrets hadn’t been helping. 

“Yeah, it’s big enough,” Plagg said, quickly to assuage Adrien’s doubt. For Adrien, Plagg would find a way for it to be big enough. 

Quickly, he coached Adrien through the spell. “In order to do this,” Plagg told him, “you’re going to have to say, ‘Plagg, reveal yourself’. It’ll be a bit like transforming, but the magic’s not going towards you, it’s going away, so you’re going to have to be forceful, but not too forceful or we’ll bring this place down.”

Adrien nodded before following Plagg’s instructions to a tee. Feeling the bindings on his smaller form loosen, Plagg stretched his form out very carefully, making sure not to touch the ceiling or the water. He’d only be a fraction of his normal size like this, but he figured that Adrien would still be able to see all of his features.

As soon as he was finished, Plagg looked back at Adrien with all three of his eyes to find Adrien with eyes the size of dinner plates and beaming like the cat who caught the canary. 

“You look so cool,” Adrien gushed. “And look at those wings! They look just like Astrocat’s. And that eye! Can I have an eye like that? Can you see out of it? What does it look like? Does it look like it does with only two eyes or can you see in other dimensions?” 

Smiling, Plagg stretched and flexed, a strange feeling coming from his chest as Adrien oohed and awed at every new thing he noticed about Plagg, asking dozens and dozens of questions in barely contained glee. Adrien delighted in everything:  from the realization that his body was covered in eyes, “can you see from all of them?” to Plagg’s disembodied joints “how far can they move?” to the giant hole in his chest, “can I touch it?” 

Plagg had to admit, he let time slip away from them as Adrien admired Plagg. At first from the ground, but after Adrien asked to be picked up, from up close. There was something so simple, so joyful in being marveled at instead of being used as just half of a battery. 

Together, he and Adrien spent a few hours down there until Adrien had started getting tired and -very reluctantly- suggested they go back. The next morning though, they paid for it. Adrien had come down with a cold, one of the nastiest that Nathalie had ever seen apparently, and Plagg had felt terrible. 

As soon as Plagg apologized though, in his own way, Adrien shook his head. 

“It was worth it,” Adrien insisted through a faceful of snot and mucus, and Plagg nuzzled him happily. He knew he must’ve been the luckiest kwami in the world.  

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #fanfic #adrien agreste #fanfiction #adrienaugust #adrienaugreste #plagg #miraculous plagg #ml plagg #recreation spoilers #plagg true form #fluff #adrien augreste 2023

[bardocksheadband-fanfics]

I Need You By My Side

(A Nashuri Drabble)

Shuri sits inside the hut on the old chair with her arms crossed. Her leg bounces and her narrowed eyes settle on the husband she was forced to marry. She has only been with him for two days, but within that time, they came to the conclusion that they absolutely abhor each other.

Drowning her mother two years ago will probably do that to a marriage.

“Ix ajaw-“

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Black Panther,” he corrects himself. “I wish for you to sit down with me.”

“No.”

He mutters something she’s certain is a curse in Mayan. Attuma has finished painting the mural of K’uk’ulkan verses The Black Panther on the god-king’s back.

“Can you at least see if he did it correctly!?”

“Fine!” She stands up and her footsteps are heavy as she walks across the limestone. “It would be embarrassing to be seen with you if the tattoo turns out horrible since you have no concept of what a shirt is.”

Shuri stands over him and looks at Attuma’s masterpiece. The big man is staring at her with large, hopeful eyes. She sighs and nods.

“It looks fine.”

“I don’t need ‘fine’, Princess! I need perfect!”

“It’s perfect, alright!?” Shuri looks at the tools next to Attuma and her eyebrows raise. They’re all extremely sharp blades and nothing like the tattoo needles commonly used. “What’s the process, here?”

“Attuma will cut the design into my skin. The result of the scars and paint will form the tattoo.”

“…Good Bast! That doesn’t sound sanitary at all! Or pleasant!”

“It’s a very painful process, yes.”

“Then why would you do it!?”

Namor groans and turns his head as much as he can to be able to see her. “It’s a symbol of my bravery and now that I have you, atan, I am able to go through the same ritual my ancestors did.”

“Well…try not to die, yeah? That wasn’t part of the deal.”

The corners of his lips curl back into a smirk. “Aw, atan…are you starting to care about me?”

Shuri rolls her eyes and starts heading to the exit of the hut to have some time to herself when Namor calls out to her. She pauses and takes a deep breath before turning around.

“What now!?”

“Please, don’t go. I need you by my side.”

She blinks. He has never begged her for anything. “Don’t tell me the big strong god-king is afraid?”

(She’d be terrified of getting her skin carved, too, but she doesn’t say that.)

When he doesn’t say anything but gaze at her helplessly, Shuri shakes her head and sits down beside him. He reaches his hand out to her and for some insane reason, she holds it. He smiles at her warmly. It’s the type of smile she hasn’t seen since her first time in Talokan years ago.

“Thank you, Shu-“

“Okol!” Attuma shouts suddenly and starts cutting into Namor’s skin.

A mixture of screams and laughter fill the hut.

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[namorthesubmariner]

“Namor was never white to begin with”: A look into Sub-Mariner comics, the Biracial Coding of Namor, the origins of the Atlanteans, Mutants, and the upcoming Live Action Namor

Many people who have followed me here, on twitter or my personal blog know that I have been very vocal about Namor being played by an Actor of Color for many years. I have written two major posts about this subject but also mention it in countless posts, meta, and discussions. Many of what you read here will be a repeat of that but I thought that I would gather everything into one post as well as talk about the casting of Tenoch Huerta as Namor in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)

(Jan 9th, 2019 Meta Post / June 7th, 2021 twitter thread)

“guys Namor was never white to begin with”- Saladin Ahmed, Comic Writer (source)

continued below the cut~

Namor the Sub-Mariner was created in April 1939 by Bill Everett, and for everyone who looks at the surface aka Namor's pale skin, and declares him to be a white character please look closer. Namor has always been coded as a Biracial character of color. I know many people like to apply Modern concepts to older comics but we really need to understand comics within the context and time frame when they were written to fully understand the concept behind them.

Character Design

It’s 1939, there are many characters of color used in racist or stereotypical ways within comics, many older comics have racism and racist depictions. I am not excusing this but also the main focus of this meta is to explain why Namor isn’t white. I will be posting panels that showcase Namor and Atlanteans as being coded as "other" aka non white people or simply as a non white character. I personally believe they are coded as an indigenous/native people. This was written into the character since his first comic. If you want to point out how the colors shift and change, I would like to point out to you that back in the early days of comics, the colors were unreliable, reading this article will help you to better understand how they changed, Atlantis Blues.

The very first time we see Namor, his original character design by Bill Everett depicts Namor with an angular face, arched eyebrows, pointed ears, red hair, and blue toned skin. Nothing about this screams “all american blond haired, square jawed comic book hero” because Namor wasn’t that. From his very first depiction Namor was “Othered” by his red hair and feyish ears, not to mention his character was quickly established as morally grey, making him the oldest and first comic anti-hero, as well as the oldest coded bi-racial character due to his parents being of two different races. To be Othered is defined as: one considered by members of a dominant group as alien, exotic, threatening, or inferior (as because of different racial, sexual, or cultural characteristics). People of Color are often Othered by White people in real life and in fiction.

Why do I mention the red hair? Unlike today’s perception of red hair, history usually paints characters with red hair in a negative light, such things like the “Red Headed Step Child” trope existed within Namor who was treated as an outcast both among humans and ostracized within his own people. The Red Headed Step Child trope is defined as: A child whose coloring is different from the rest of the family, often calling the Mother and Child morals into question, in addition to mistreatment happening towards the child due to the belief it was born a Bastard. Namor’s hair would later be changed to a black color.

For a further look into Namor’s character design by Everett then read: “The Brillance of Bill Everett’s Sub-Mariner, Marvel’s Superman”.

So within the first page that Namor appears it’s clear that Everett has purposefully “Othered” Namor, a character who is born of a royal mother, Princess Fen, (a Submariner later Atlantean) and sea captain Leonard McKenzie (a human). A child born of the union of sea and earth. Duality is an important aspect for Namor’s character and essential to understanding his character. Namor is never one thing, he is always more.

From Submariners to Atlanteans

What is this? Fen is a Submariner? Why yes, all the characters and backstory that you know now and has been canon since the Silver Age were never Atlantean to begin with! Everett’s race for his original characters were all called “Submariners”, no hyphen, and they lived in the ocean near Antarctica. The very first mention of Atlantis and Namor’s claim to an Atlantean heritage comes from Sub-Mariner Comics (1941) #31 claims that Namor's people are descendants of Atlantis so that was in the Golden Age and far before Namor's reentery to comics in the Silver Age. Here is a timeline of events showing how Namor came to be Atlantean and a Mutant. I’m also including Aquaman’s origins since there is often misinformation among fans as to when exactly everything was revealed.

Golden Age

April 1939 - Namor is created by Bill Everett. (It is important to note that while Namor made his first public appearance in Marvel Comics #1, he was actually created in April 1939 for Motion Pictures Funnies Weekly, a comic that was never distributed.)

November 1939 - Namor is published in Marvel Comics (1939) #1, he is shown as the first superhero to fly under his own power due to the wings on his ankles, (source) and is the first aquatic superhero. Namor is the first anti-hero in Marvel Comics. It is established that Namor is the Half Human/Atlantean (Submariner) son of Princess Fen and Sea Captain Leonard McKenzie. Grandson to Emperor Tha-Korr. Namor is born a royal prince with duel heritage of the land and sea.

November 1941 - More Fun Comics #73 - Aquaman is published, and established to be the fully human son of a human scientist who found Atlantis and used it’s secret science to give his son the ability to breath underwater. Aquaman was never created as a half human/half atlantean character like Namor.

January 1949 - Sub-Mariner Comics (1941) #31 - The first time Namor mentions that he and his people are descendants of Atlantis.

May 1954 - Human Torch (1940) #38 - Marvel (Timely/Atlas) makes a sly reference that Namor is the “Original Aquaman”

February 1955 - Sub-Mariner Comics (1941) #38 - The Origin of Namor’s Ankle Wings is revealed, which makes me believe the inspiration for the X-Men’s mutantism comes from Namor. As the prototype mutant Namor’s story is very similar to how the X-Men mutants would later come into their powers. As a teen, Namor’s ankle wings manifested during a traumatic event where his life and his mother’s life was at stake, and using his wings he was able to fly them both to freedom.

Silver Age

May 1959 - Adventure Comics #260 - Retcons Aquaman into being the Half Human/Half Atlantean son of Lighthouse Keeper Tom Curry and Atlanna of Atlantis.

Fantastic Four (1961) #4 - Namor enters the Silver Age.

Fantastic Four (1961) Annual 1 published July 1963 -  Namor is the Human/Atlantean Prince of Atlantis, and also Marvel’s First Mutant. The X-Men are first published September 1963.

“The First Known Mutant”

And that is why Marvel calls Namor their “First Mutant” because he was in real world time the First Published Mutant. Later stories of characters like Apocalypse doesn’t change the fact that Namor is the First Mutant, and Marvel would often use it in their promotion and editorial, “Marvel’s First and Mightiest Mutant” & Namor: The First Mutant, arts by Jae Lee

And there you have it, the origin of Namor, his mutantism, and how Aquaman was created after Namor and later changed to be more like Namor, even casting an Actor of Color to portray the Aquaman who has always been white in the comics. I was never against the casting of Momoa, in fact I liked the Aquaman movie and am looking forward to the next one, but I did want to point out that Aquaman had been taking/borrowing elements of Namor’s character since the beginning.

The reason I bring this up is that many articles going around now are saying that Marvel changing Atlantis to Talocan to avoid it being too similar to Aquaman, but as you have seen it was always the opposite, Aquaman and Atlantis copied Namor. However I think it’s more that Coogler and the cast/crew of Black Panther: Wakanda Forever are bringing Namor back to his original roots, and are creating a world that makes sense for them for the movie so this choice has nothing to do with Aquaman.

Coding in Comics

Taken straight from the comics themselves, here are several examples as to why Namor is coded as a Biracial PoC character:

(As stated above; the color printing in comics in that era was not the best hence why Namor and Fen are blond, this is a remastered comic page keeping to the original colors)

Marvel Comics (1939) #1 / Sub-Mariner Comics 70th Anniversary(reprint/recolor)

Princess Fen explains why Atlanteans (then called Submariners) hate the white surface humans who hurt their home and people. Emperor Tha-Korr calls upon her to spy on the "White Monsters" thus establishing that Atlanteans do not see themselves the same as white humans. Fen is described as most closely resembling the female of the White Race, this has more to do with the fact that she looked more human than the males of her people, who looked more amphibious. (A fantasy/Scifi trope often used: Sexy Dimorphism )

"Go now to the land of the white people!" Fen says to her son, and so Namor goes, to wage war and Avenge his people.

This panel is not always shown in context, but it is also from the first issue. Namor & Dorma make trouble on the surface then Namor tells Dorma to return home as he continues his way to the city and continue his mission.

“And so Namor dives into the ocean again - on his way to further adventures in his crusade against white men!”

Marvel Mystery Comics #2 opens with Everett directly saying that Namor is in a war against the white man. Not every subtle way to once again point out that Namor doesn't consider himself a white man, his father may have been white and passed on his skin color to his son, but Namor was raised among his mother's people and his mother's side isn't white. Yes, they are a fantasy race but they are certainly coded as a non-white people.

Marvel Mystery Comics #3 - Namor rages about the harm Betty Dean's people, "white devils", have done to his people.

“Hate you? Yes. I hate you - and with good reason! You White Devils have persecuted and tormented my people for years - just as you are killing each other off now, in this war!”

Namor speaks of his Tribe - Marvel Mystery Comics #4. By the way at this point in the comics, Namor and his people live in the south pole/waters. Namor also had an ice palace, or ice house. I won't say Namor is Inuit but I do believe inspiration was used for the submariners.

In golden age war era comics, which I know has lots of slurs and caricatures, but in this issue Namor is not a caricature but instead is mistaken for a Japanese soldier Sub-Mariner Comics #5

Namor being called ‘squinty’ by Hank Pym in reference to his eyes in Avengers (1963) #71. This term is derogatory towards Asian people who have monolids and is a known insult.

Namor is also described with "slanted eyes" - The Defenders (1972) #1

Nita (Namor's cousin) speaks about how similar Atlantean culture is to Asian culture. New Warriors (1990) #2 

Also, not all Atlanteans are white, they are shown in a range of different surface human looks when they come on land/take serum or potions to breath on land. So there is no excuse for this whole "Atlanteans are white" nonsense. Wolverine (2003) #44 

Namor is said to look Japanese in The Marvels Project (2009) #3

A twitter thread I found interesting and wanted to share talks of the the subject of Namor's backstory/being biracial/othering in fantasy media as discussed by Naomi Clark (source)

We have now established without a doubt that Namor’s original origins and moments over the comics through the years showcase that Namor is Not White, he was always written as as an ambiguously biracial native character. The Atlanteans are a fantasy race. Atlanteans are not a real, they cannot be White because they are not real, and as I’ve shown you they were never even White to begin with. The outcry by a number of “fans” that occurred when the casting for Namor was announced was made by people who do not understand the source material, their whining of “black or brown washing” is a tactic that often happens and all they want is to silence fans and fans of color, relying only on the surface looks of Namor’s white passing skin to hate on the new direction of the Atlanteans in the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, so I implore fans to simply ignore those “fans” and remember that representation is important in comics and movies.

Live Action Namor as played by Tenoch Huerta

Was the coding in the comics something that we could call good representation of a Biracial Character by today’s standards? No, not really, but the fact that it IS THERE, and it’s been there since the beginning is worth attention.

What’s more there have been people who have seen Namor in various incarnations, in comics, in cartoons and were immediately drawn to his “Otherness” which is why it being represented in the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever makes it more important than ever before. Simply put, a white actor would have never been able to grasp the essence of Namor.

Kurly Tlapoyawa:

“It was on Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends,” Tlapoyawa tells Inverse, recalling the 1981 animated series. I was like, ‘That guy looks different,’” Tlapoyawa remembers. “He didn’t look like a white guy.” Namor’s otherness resonated through the screen to Tlapoyawa, who describes himself back then as “a young, angry Chicano” trying to figure out his place in the world. “If you look at the older comic books, it always talked about Namor and his war against the white man. That appealed to me as a Chicano kid — a non-white hero as one of the original Marvel heroes.”  (source)

Benedict Wong:

When I was watching all these Marvel films, I was always looking and feeling crestfallen. Where were all the Asian superheroes? I was pretending in my mind that the Sub-Mariner was actually East Asian, because he looked East Asian. Somehow I was trying to look for a hero.  (source)

Namor being played by a Native Mexican actor is more comic accurate than casting any white actor. Before the trailer for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever was released, back when the RUMOR of the Tenoch casting there was a rush of people trying to “cancel” Tenoch on Twitter and other sites, many insults, and bad faith arguments, even taking his words written in Spanish out of context to translate and try to paint him as a bad person. Once again racism in Fandom was trying to wage a war on Representation but luckily the majority of people have embraced Tenoch as Namor.

Namor will be played here by Mexican actor Tenoch Huerta, previously seen in The Forever Purge and Tigers Are Not Afraid – with this incarnation of the character inspired by the culture and history of Mesoamerica. “You can take Atlantis from Greek myth, or you can adapt from a real culture,” argues Huerta. Rather than the ruler of Atlantis, on the screen he’s the ruler of Talocan (source)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever will be the first Live Action debut of Namor the Sub-Mariner but unlike his comic counterpart, MCU Namor will not be from the Fictional Atlantis, but rather from a newly created mix of Mesoamerican Cultures/Countries, like how Black Panther’s Wakanda was the Afro-Futurism representation of several different African Nations/People so will the new Talocan represent a different take, one that will have a wide reach across the world. While I am not a Mesoamerican Historian, I do encourage people to learn/read more about the history and to understand that this is a fantasy take rooted in real history. This article talks a bit about that subject and how racism is often rooted in the Eurocentric take on Atlantis.

I could not believe it when I first learned that Tenoch Huerta was to play Namor, because it felt like I was talking to the wind for years trying to get fans and people to understand that we shouldn’t have a white actor for Namor, and there have been many fans who argued with me even after I would show them the proof within the comics. So to find out that not only was I getting a Native Non-White actor but one who is outspoken about the racism and stereotyping he faces for having dark skin it felt like Coogler had picked the perfect person to bring to life my favorite character because Tenoch would be able to understand Namor’s character. Namor’s struggle against American/White Imperialism, his Anti-Capitalist stance, his Eco-Warrior efforts to save his people and oceans from the pollution and corruption of the surface world and his struggles as a character whose home is constantly being destroyed. Namor is a proud flawed character, a prince, a king, but most importantly he cares for his people. So Tenoch reaffirming that we would not be getting a villain in the movie but a more complex take on this anti-hero is wonderful. Tenoch’s many interviews talk about how inclusion and representation is important and he felt the movie brought that with Wakanda, Namor and Talocan in the movie.

I am greatly looking forward to this new era of Namor and what it brings.

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