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zillasvilla · 7 days

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❤️‍🔥 Welcome to Akhara’s PlayHouse ❤️‍🔥

❤️‍🔥more playboys coming soon||spam account: akharareblogs

Introduction: Akhara’s playhouse is a male centered fictional world, where they all fight for the attention of the writer. Akhara. Yup, that’s me.

Each play boy is unique in their own way, all expressing different ranges of emotion and skills. However boys will be boys, and Akhara is only one woman.

This is an eighteen plus blog containing: Mature themes, Rated-R content and pure filth. I reserved all rights to block anyone under the age of eighteen.

Roman Reigns:

Rebellion in the Shadows: Joseph Anoai replaces his father as Matai Joseph , and must now navigate his new role as chief, while wondering if his reign could match that of his father’s.

Averi makes a narrowing escape from some dangerous people. She finds her self saved by a mysterious man. Still, she keeps her walls up.

One : Two

Samuelu Island

Jey Uso:

Beyond the Lights: Soraya is a well known artist in the music industry, and her accolades reflect that. While her career may be thriving and successful. She still has a lot to learn as she faces the trials and tribulations that come with the fame.

zero : one : two : three : four : five : six : seven

Nap time

Randy Orton:

Mayhem: A planned feud goes a bit too far when two sisters pitch a story line that shifts the trajectory of the women’s division. co-written with: @keyaho

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Micheal B. Jordan:

Dadmonger Series: Erik and his wife are parents to ten-year old twin boys. Come along with them and their little family as they navigate their lives as parents.

winter party : not my sons : school bullies Mistletoe Clean up woman I wish you would He wasn’t man enough for me

Winston Duke:

International Studies Wedding Day

Chadwick Boseman:

Berlin

Trevante Rhodes: Coming Soon Cody Rhodes: Coming Soon Triple H: Coming Soon Pablo Schreiber: Coming Soon

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your-averagewriter · 1 year

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Work interruptions.

Summary: Shuri enjoys calling her girlfriend from the Jabari Tribe during her work shifts bearing gifts that give homemade a whole new meaning but they can't hang out during the day so (y/n) meets her after her shifts (Shuri x fem!reader).

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: fluff, weapons, kissing?

“(y/n) of the Jabari Tribe, your council is sought by the leaders of the Golden Tribe.” A warrior of a lower rank requests.

“Permission to leave,” I ask of M’Baku who’s slumped in his chair.

“Yes, yes.” He says dismissing me with a wave of his hand before continuing the meeting that was interrupted by the announcement. This has happened multiple times now, Shuri summons me to her home for unimportant reasons.

Grabbing hold of my sword I hop down from the platform I was standing on and I follow the warrior out of the room. He leads me out of the building and towards the hangar.

“I can escort myself, thank you,” I say, a serious, authoritative tone in my voice. It’s hard to get taken seriously when you’re only 17, a woman and the warriors ranked below you are all taller and older than you. But he nods before exiting.

I make my way to my speeder, yes I know sounds like some science fiction but it’s not, Shuri designed it for me. Quickly, I mount it and fly to the Golden Tribe’s palace. I drop off my speeder in their hangar before announcing myself to the guards. They lead me through the building and to the lab even though I already know the way.

“You requested my presence?” I ask bowing to Shuri slowly before standing up straight.

“Yes, my love. Come here.” She says waving me towards what I assume is a new creation of hers. She starts explaining about the small object, a bracelet of beads by the looks of it. She ties it around my wrist and explains what it does and how it will help keep me safe.

“Princess, I am on duty, you cannot keep calling me over when you are not in danger or there is no reason of importance,” I say and she looks disappointed.

“But I miss you in the day. You’re always so busy!” She says.

“I’ll come back later when I’m off-duty,” I say trying to appease her.

“Ugh fine.” She says, begrudgingly.

“Do you need anything else, princess?” I ask bowing again.

“Yes, actually.” She points to her cheek and I sigh but walk over anyway. I kiss her on the cheek before leaving the room.

“You look very pretty today, goodbye, my love,” I say before heading back to my post in the mountains.

The rest of the day is fairly calm, not much happens apart from the usual security at M’Baku’s meetings. Otherwise, it’s an easy day although the time that I relax will be the time I’m caught off guard.

Taking off my armour, I place it on the armour stand before pulling on some more casual clothes, a mesh bodysuit with a pair of black trousers and chunky boots - not the most practical but great for kicking people with.

Heading towards the Golden Tribe palace for the second time this day I suddenly hear a voice from the beaded bracelet, jumping slightly I’m awakened by it.

“(y/n), are you almost here?” Shuri’s voice sounds through the beads.

“Shuri? I that you?” I ask holding the beads in front of my mouth, my mind completely ‘boggled’.

“Yes, my lover, it is me. You need not hold the beads so close to your mouth.” She says with a chuckle.

“Why are you in the beads?” I ask shaking my wrist.

“I am not in the beads, I promise. It’s a telecom like in the fighter jets.”

“Okay, if you’re sure…” I trail off.

“So, are you almost here?” She asks again.

“Yes, I’ll be with you in mere minutes, be patient, my dear.” I say before tapping the beads trying to ‘hang up’.

“Excellent.” She says before a small beep sound is made and her voice disappears. Pulling up to my ear I shake it once more before shrugging and moving on.

Minutes later I arrive at the same palace and I’m escorted in once again by two guards.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice from in front of me.

“King T’Challa,” I say before kneeling on one knee and bowing my head, the guards behind me do the same.

T’Challa chuckles. “Surely, we are past this now, are we not (y/n)?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say with my head bowed still.

“There is no need for you to kneel and bow to me, are we not better friends than that, how long have you been dating Shuri? 2, or 3 years? Come on now, surely we moved past these formalities a while ago.” He says with a laugh, holding his hand out to me.

I take it hesitantly with a gracious smile. “I guess so, King T’Challa.”

“Just T’Challa, please.” He says before shaking my hand and looking behind me. “Do they not let you in here unaccompanied?” He says and I shake my head. “Well, from now on (y/n) does not need to be accompanied within my home, it is safe and I trust her.” He says to the guards and almost immediately they retreat back to the main doors. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” Placing his hands behind his back.

“Of course not.” We continue walking towards the laboratory.

Conversation is made, the usual ‘how are you’s and ‘how’s work’, the usual until we make it to the lab.

“(y/n) finally!” I hear as soon as I step foot in the lab, the next thing I see is her running towards me. She wraps her arms around me.

“Shuri, as adorable as this is moment is, give the woman some space.” He chuckles.

“Go away brother, why are you even here?” She asks, jokingly grimacing at him.

“I’ll leave, I’ll leave.” He says placing his hands in the air in a mock surrender before backing away towards the door. “I don’t want to interrupt you two.”

“Yes, get out of my lab!” She yells as he opens the door and leaves.

“I missed you today, my love.” I say as she’s still gripping onto me. “I’m guessing you did as well.”

“Of course,” She pulls away from me but stays holding onto my hand. “Come on, I’ve got something extra for you.”

She picks something small off of the side and places it into my hand and closes my palm. Re-opening my palm I inspect the two small objects against my skin. Two earrings it looks like, they’re made of a pale blue gem like material with metal coatings. They’re beautiful.

“They match your bracelet and they work very similarly - they have qualities that help track you and protect you.”

“They are really pretty.” I say admiring them.

“Try them on.” she says, leading me over towards one fo the full body mirrors. I change out my old ones which are plain balls of metal whilst the new ones are blue gems. Checking myself in the mirror, I look at the earrings and how well they match my outfit before turning to Shuri.

“They’re beautiful. I love you.” I say, kissing her gently.

“Thank you, I couldn’t make a second pair in time for your arrival so that’s my pair, you can have them, they’ll keep you safe.” I shake my head.

“You are the princess, sister of the king, you need to be safe and protected, I am a warrior I’m of no high status and am a target of little persecution - you need these more than me.” I say starting to take out the earrings.

“No, no, (y/n), you don’t need to, I’ll be able to make a second pair sometime tomorrow and I’ll be safe until then.”

“Who is gonna keep you safe until then?”

“You, I guess you’re staying the night babe unless you want to leave me entirely defenceless. What would I do without you?” She says with a smirk before pecking me on the lips.

AN: I just saw Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and I'm in love with everyone in the movie all over again.

This a reminder that Shuri is at a minimum of 16 and a maximum of 19 so please don't be creepy and read this if you're like 30 - I am a minor and so is the character. In this fic specifically, Shuri is either 16 or 17 so just don't be creepy.

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lostmyaccountagain · 2 years

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regarding wakanda forever namor and tenoch huerta

please remember that this is an indigenous man, PLEASE i am begging. we are not dead. we are very much alive, and you need to respect us. as a nahua woman i am going to say some things to make sense of our identities and to help you all get a better understanding of how to respect us and to respect the actor and character.

starting out

no not all mexicans are indigenous, no not all mexicans are mexica (very very few are, its one of the rarest tribes/clans/pueblos to be descended of), and no, aztecs no longer exist (in the way you think)

our tribes/clans in latin america are not like our northern native relatives but as commonly done i will use terms like tribe and clan to further explain in an easier way for people to understand.

nahuas are not mexica, those that are mexicas can be nahua and usually are nahua, many of our tribes/clans were organized into pueblos (reminiscent of greek city-states), which is what the mexica did, the mexica were in the area thats now known as cdmx/mexico city, when the spanish colonizers arrived the mexica were known as aztecs because thats the empire that was ruling at the time, the aztec empire had something called the triple alliance which was an alliance between 3 pueblos (tribes/clans) making up the empire, the aztec empire is also commonly referred to as the triple alliance because of that, and when the aztec empire fell so did the title of aztec, aztecs no longer exist because the empire is long gone while mexica (the tribe) does indeed still exist though in smaller numbers. nahuas are a people, considered a tribe by many if we use northern indigenous terms but again, organized into pueblos.

nahua is the people, nahuatl is the language, and many pueblos throughout mexico and latin america call themselves by their own pueblo names. nahuatl is considered a closed language to white people by many of our elders, and if you are white its asked that you refrain from learning or using it as our people were punished for it, its a privilege to speak or write it and its a privilege many of us do not have.

most of the things you see online regarding aztec/mexica/nahua stuff has been whitewashed and is from white supremacists and white scholars that tell inaccurate information or is from mexican nationalists that purposely misinform others, please ask a nahua person if you have any questions regarding our culture, my dm’s will also be open!

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chadwickbosemanfanfic · 2 years

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THE INVITATION (P 1/3) (fan fic)

Should this series continue?! Comment, like and reblog!

Synopsis: On the verge of flunking out of law school, a close friend encourages Evalyn Grier, a high performing HBCU and Ivy League scholar who has had her share of panic attacks, to get her head out of the books to finally have some fun! Her friend Meghan, a young journalist and socialite, convinces her that she believes a night out would allow her to unwind so that she can come back to her studies strong! But when she has a night she can’t remember, Evalyn finds herself trying to piece together how she woke up on the other side of the country in Los Angeles with Chadwick Boseman.

Year: 2018

Meghan eyeballed her close friend with annoyance in her glare. Evalyn sat with her legs crossed, reading through a document on her second computer screen completely unaware that she had become a target. She even had the nerve to start humming. Completely satisfied.

“This has to stop,” Meghan rose and crossed the condominium lounge. “You have to clear your mind to come back to all of this refreshed. It’ll help with your focus so that you can finish strong,” she slipped her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. “One minute you’re freaking out about how you’re going to flunk classes that have barely started. The next, you’re humming in miserable bliss,”

“Humming is the sound of—”

“Boredom,”

“Meghan, please, don’t—,”

The laptop was pressed shut. Meghan kept a manicured hand a top it’s warm surface as she scowled down at Evalyn, a friend of seven years. “You did not move out here to work your life away,”

“I literally moved here for law school. Two of the same,”

“Oh, really? Because I happen to recall a friend calling me and telling me she had two acceptance letters and that she would choose the option closest to her best friend to ‘have a little fun.’ Hell, if I knew what you meant by little, I would have told you to go elsewhere,” she bucked her eyes. “It’s Friday, the weather is sexy and we’re stuck inside a lounge with fluorescent lights and no windows!”

“I just need to finish this last assignment and reading. You know how hard Dr. Kirk’s courses have been for me. I’m afraid I’m going to flunk this course,”

“Reminder: The course just started,”

“I have to get a hold of it now so that I don’t drown later. If I finish the reading by 9 tonight —,”

“Nope, I’m not falling for that again. You’re going out tonight and you’re getting ready now. Get up. Let’s go upstairs to your condo. Better yet, let’s go to mine. I have something you can wear,”

“Wear where?”

“We were invited to a private event,”

“Private? And who extended this invitation,”

“The man I have been dating for two months. Now, come on, get up,” Meghan grabbed the computer and the one beneath it. Evalyn struggled to keep up, snatching her pens, papers and journals from the color-blocking red, white and cream sofa that was much too stiff for comfort. “Excuse us,” Meghan cheesed at a man they had never seen before that she nearly bumped into when stepping out into the bright hall. When she came to a halt, Evalyn bumped into her from behind. Pens rolled and hit the floor. She struggled to retrieve them. Meghan looked over her shoulder, smiling, “You see, the night already feels promising. Let’s go.”

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Evalyn adjusted the black leather skirt. While she didn’t mind the black top showing off what she worked hard to keep, she still felt a little exposed with the leather hugging her hips. Much different from the boyfriend jeans she’d gotten used to wearing. Though, her legs were her favorite assets, so she did like how the skirt teased around her thighs and how the strap stilettos on her feet kissed her toned calves. All black, nearly down to black toenail polish Meghan tried to make her put on in replacement to her ol’ faithful red. That, she refused. She loved her red polish. She loved them that much more inside of the open-toe stilettos.

Meghan was gorgeous. She went with a smokey eye and dark lipstick that complemented her thick black hair that was sleek in the front and falling down her back with no sight of a curl or strand of hair out of place. Evalyn got back in the mirror to apply her red lipstick and teased at her bangs and curls. Meghan leaned over the counter top close by. She sung to herself while slipping on a pair of black earrings.

“Are those diamonds? They’re beautiful!”

She smiled at Evalyn’s reflection, “A gift,”

“From this two month mystery man who has no name?”

“You’ll meet him tonight,”

“Really,”

“Oh, let’s turn that up!” She dashed for the SmartTV remote, leaned into the living room from the guest bathroom and blasted its volume. “Girl, tonight is going to be [inaudible]!”

“What?! I can’t hear you over Juvenile!”

She twirled, leaning over with her hands on her knees. “This song never gets old! Girl, you have to loosen up tonight!”

“In THIS leather?!”

“I got something that will help you,” she twerked to the beat before bouncing upward and disappearing in her bedroom. She came back with a blunt and a small bag of candy. “Edibles or blunt,”

“No, no, no,” Evalyn shook her head, putting her hands up in defense. “Neither, I can’t.”

Meghan rolled her eyes. “More for me and a couple of friends,” she stuffed both into her purse. Pulled out her phone and thumbed at it. A grin parted her lips. “Here,” she shoved her phone back in her purse and hurried to the kitchen. “Let’s at least take a shot before the driver comes!”

“Meghan,” Evalyn whined, watching her friend pour a double shot in two full drinking glasses on the kitchen island.

“You don’t understand what’s about to happen tonight do you,” Meghan laughed. “Girl, we were invited to an industry party. Do you know whose going to be there?!”

“My guess? People in the industry?” Evalyn eyed the glass raised for her to take.

“Do you want to be there standing in a corner like a cactus watching everyone have fun or do you want to be a part of the festivities?”

“What kind of party is it exactly,”

“Does it matter,” she smirked. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“What’s up with the black? Don’t get me wrong, black is sexy and always a vibe but what’s the theme?”

She smirked again. “It’s a surprise. Now, come on,” she shoved the drink forward for Evalyn to take. She lifted her glass.

Evalyn waited.

“Come on, E, take the glass. Don’t be like that,”

“Tell me something other than it’s an industry party,”

She rolled her eyes, lowering both glasses. “Spoil the surprise?” Meghan exhaled, but was too excited to be bothered. “Premiere after party for Black Panther here in New York,”

Evalyn’s eyes bulged.

“I’ve been trying to get you out all day to attend the screening,” she raised her glass for the second time.

Evalyn followed suit. “Say no more,”

Meghan grinned. “That a girl,” she winked. “To a memorable and sexy night.”

Evalyn held back a grin. Both women clinked their glasses, lowered them to tap the surface of the counter and tossed them back.

It was one of the last things she remembered.

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#chadwick boseman #chadwick #fanfic #black panther #marvel #wakanda forever #wakandans #the invitation #marvel mcu #disney

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wakandamama · 7 months

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To the shawties asking me for more Euphoria smut fics... (And imma hold your hand when I say this, with love and care)

No✨😌

The reason I only wrote Fezco fics was because he was the only person depicted in the show as my age range (early 20's) and Angus Cloud (may he rest in peace) was fine as hell to me. I would and will never write smut about any other character in that show.

Also I have my own extremely different beliefs about death and on what you bring back though the intentions of your actions that are a mix of being Black Pentecostal and other things of spirituality/my personal work that I don't feel safe explaining here.

Those beliefs just stop me from writing Fezco fics in the way I've been doing due to Angus Death (same thing happen with T'Challa fics after Chadwick's death of you noticed that). I quite literally draw a mind blank when it comes to writing those characters in a certain way because I've been raised and still believe a certain way when it comes to thinking and portraying the recently dead or those of meaningful worth's to you's death.

Like yeah, I will write about those characters again one day (I still do character study pieces about them even) but it will be in a more detached manner and probably won't happen for a while due to my personal grief in losing those people who were meaningful too me (and I don't wanna hear it about how they were actors I never meet, that still provided meaning and connection to me with their great work and attitude they put out into the world)

If you like my smut writing, please just re-read what I've already posted. Just search for Master list or Playlist or Black Girl Reader on my blog and I promise you, you will find it. I also write stuff that isn't smut so you may request that as well!

#euphoria #fezco fic #black panther #tchalla #angus cloud #chadwick boseman #my personal beliefs #small rant #fanfic writing #fanfic writer

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 1 year

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I love the concept of faceclaims in fanfiction.

It makes me feel like a movie director, hiring out actors (yes I KNOW it’s the casting directors job but work with me here) to play roles in my movies aka fanfics.

Maybe I want to hire Ewan Mitchell to play Amy Dunne’s psychotic long lost brother in a fic, maybe I want to throw Chadwick Boseman (R.I.P. ) into a Bleach fanfiction, who knows?

I love it I can bring to life absolutely unknown OCs merely by saying hey they look like so-and-so

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic #chadwick boseman #ewan mitchell #rosamund pike #random musings

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justwriteryan · 7 months

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Think of this as an alternate intro to Wakanda Forever. I wondered how the rest of the MCU reacted to the news.

THE NEWS

Interior shot. A man walks past a domed window at the head of an ornate wooden staircase. He rubs his temples. As he descends the stairs and comes into view we see the man is DOCTOR STEPHEN STRANGE. We are in his Sanctum Sanctorum in Greenwich Village. Strange walks into the Sanctum’s impressive living room, where his friend and colleague (and boss) WONG sits on a couch sipping an herbal tea.

STRANGE: I don’t know if I’m possessed or crazy but I keep hearing these voices in my head. It’s like somebody chanting. Or even…

WONG: Singing.

STRANGE: You’ve heard it too.

WONG: Only the most powerful magic users of this dimension can hear it. You. Me. Mordo.

STRANGE: So what is it?

WONG: The Choir of Kings. It can only be heard in this dimension when the gates of the Astral Plane have been opened.

STRANGE: And why would…oh.

WONG: Yes.

Wong pours Strange a cup of tea. Strange accepts the cup and joins him on a nearby armchair. The pair drink in silence.

Exterior shot. A bustling seaside village full of tourists, Vikings and aliens. The sign by the entrance reads WELCOME TO NEW ASGARD. In her office at the Asgardian Town Hall, King Valkyrie is poring over various documents and scrolls. Her assistant, MIEK enters the room chittering wildly. Valkyrie doesn’t look up.

VAL: Spit it out, Miek.

Miek slams a piece of paper onto her desk. Val reads it.

VAL: Is this true?

VAL: Thor said he was the first to come through the portals in the last stand against Thanos. Midgard just lost one of its bravest men.

Miek says nothing.

VAL: Arrange a tribute. Immediately. One worthy of Valhalla.

Interior shot. A coffee shop in Lower Manhattan. The news has now reached the mainstream media. A “Breaking News” alert spins onto the screen of the TV above customer’s heads. Noticing the change in atmosphere, some kid named PETER PARKER raises his head from a pile of textbooks and reads the headline sailing across the screen.

KING T’CHALLA, SOVEREIGN RULER OF WAKANDA HAS DIED.

PETER: Oh, man…

Flashback to the airport battle in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR as Peter recalls his first real superhero fight. We see clips of his own vlog footage from the beginning of SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING and we hear his initial reaction to seeing Black Panther.

SPIDER-MAN: Whoa, who’s that new guy?

His voice echoes through his mind as he returns to the present. He looks around the room as people congregate under the TV screen and read the news alerts on their phones. Somebody notices him and glances in their direction. Instinctively, Peter bows his head and buries himself once again in his books.

Exterior shot. A U.S. Army airfield. SAM WILSON the new CAPTAIN AMERICA, currently in civilian attire walks across the tarmac. Soldiers salute as he passes. He nods back at them. He’s on the phone.

SAM: You seen the news?

Interior shot. A sparse Brooklyn apartment. On the other end of the call is BUCKY BARNES, the WINTER SOLDIER. He’s holding the phone to his ear but looking at something across the room.

BUCKY: Yeah. I saw.

Pan around to reveal what’s holding Bucky’s attention. A bracelet of Wakandan kimoyo beads sit on a small table. Hovering in the air above is a projection-hologram of the late King T’Challa, unmasked and standing proudly. Below him is a single line of text:

GLORY TO T’CHALLA. WAKANDA FOREVER.

END.

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lotusthekat · 1 year

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[ID: 1) A sketched, black and white cover art in which Steven and Lars sit by the edge of the Brooding Hill at night. Steven stares down at the ocean, consumed by darkness; the wave that hits the hill swallows it in black. Lars looks at Steven, concerned. Both ignore the night sky filled with stars and the moon. There's a small white text saying "Don't walk away." Below is the title of the fanfic, "Atmosphere", by TheRegularWriter AKA LotusTheKat.

2) A colorless sketch of Lars hugging Steven, telling him "I love you, Steven". Steven's eyes glow, indicating he's about to cry. He holds one of Lars' arms. /End ID]

“I… I wonder what it’s like. That deep… nothing of the water engulfing me. (…) Maybe… Maybe, if I joined [the waves], I wouldn’t feel anything. I wouldn’t feel any pain. Maybe I would… I would finally be at peace."

I keep revisiting Atmosphere. I wrote it purely to vent. It was September of 2020, and my depression was getting a lot worse. Besides COVID-19, Chadwick Boseman had died beforehand and it completely wrecked me. I even had to take a break from social media because I couldn't bear to see Chadwick's face everywhere.

I'm not a stranger to suicidal thoughts, unfortunately. I started having them when I was barely 13. I never acted on them, and if I ever tried, I immediately gave up, because I'm terrified of dying. However, I wanted the pain to stop. So, I often fantasized of ending it all. I even started having dreams I was planning to die.

This is how Atmosphere came to be. I was surprised that it got so much praise. Every now and then, I come back to it. I haven't dealt with suicidal thoughts anymore, but I like reading it mainly because of Steven reaching out to Lars for help. I think I want someone to listen to me, to hug me, and to stay with me right now. It's sad because I don't have anyone in real life I could go to, so I suppose Steven and Lars are my coping mechanism at this point.

I'm glad to know that people like my incredibly self-indulgent stuff, haha. Expect even more content from me :)

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Don't tag as ship.

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lulamadison · 1 year

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I am oddly emotional about the CK announcement.

They always said they wanted 6 seasons to finish the story they had planned out, but in all the waiting for that confirmation I’d lost sight of the fact that this all may well be coming to an end.

I’m SO happy they have that final season they wanted to tell the full story, but so sad that we have only one more season of seeing all our favourite characters 😟

This show has brought SO much into my life.

When I was 14 I was obsessed with The Karate Kid. I loved Ralph Macchio so much.

I remember the day I found out that this show existed. As a long time MCU fan I woke up to many message that Chadwick Boseman had died and I was so upset, and was literally looking for something to distract me from the sadness.

I saw a netflix tweet about CK s1 and 2 with a short trailer

I look back on this now like oh my sweet summer child, you didn’t know how this would change your life 🤣

I used to write so many fics. They were all MCU based and I kinda ran out of steam in 2016. Everything I posted after that was just finishing off stuff that was 80% written.

Cobra Kai brought me back to fanfic, and more specifically Lawrusso 😍

I am so thankful to everyone who has ever read a fic I wrote and to all the authors whose fic I read 😘

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kitkatt0430 · 10 months

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Looks like next up on Marvel's What If? is the one where T'Challa is Starlord. Which I've heard this one is one of the weaker ones when it comes to grounding the premise. Why would T'Challa have been taken instead of Peter, given what we know of why Yondu took Peter to begin with? But despite the divergence point that would lead to this kind of timeline being shaky, I still like the idea of it.

There's already a pretty stark difference between the opening of Guardians of the Galaxy and this episode. T'Challa doesn't have music as a link back to Earth, so he just walks straight through the traps and he really is well known as Starlord already. Which is hilarious and a great take that at Peter Quill.

This one does have a bit of a fanfic feel to it, but not in a bad way? I think it's the whole thing having such a fix-fic vibe to it. The Ravagers have become Leverage types it seems, given T'Challa's more noble influences.

Yondu outsourcing the pickup of Peter Quill does make sense as a 'why the screwed up and got the wrong kid' but it is definitely a plot hole that Yondu didn't just... go pick up Peter himself at that point. But I like the idea that T'Challa's enthusiasm to explore space inspired Yondu to do better.

Thanos having been talked out of his genocide plan is definitely contributing to the fanfic feeling. As does the apparent destruction of Wakanda? Somehow that seems unlikely.

I think I like how very different from the original canon this one is. It may have a lot of holes in it, but it's fun having the characters shuffled around like this.

Ah, so Yondu lied about not being able to send T'Challa back... while in character, there's definitely a lot of plot holes left because of that. I think that since T'Chaka is still alive and looking for T'Challa it makes the reunion with Yondu and T'Challa fall flat with the fight against the Collector in a way it didn't in Guardians 2 with Peter's father revealed as a world destroyer.

Overall this one is a lot sillier in it's premise but I still really enjoyed it. Lamp shading the stupidity of Thanos' plan repeatedly was really funny, as was that one guy who was a Starlord super fan at the start insisting they were besties for the rest of the episode (he's adorable, really). And given the dedication at the end it does feel a bit like a love letter to Chadwick Boseman and the impact he had on those who worked with him and were inspired by him.

I do think this one would have made more sense if Peter had been abducted too and he and T'Challa had been raised by Yondu together, but that would have taken focus off T'Challa so I'm glad it didn't go that route. That said, a fanfic of that premise would be an interesting read.

#kitkatt0430 watches #marvel's what if

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woofumz · 2 years

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not the Chadwick Boseman real person fanfic being blaze posted??????????

#can there literally be any kind if regulation to blaze posts im begging BEGGING

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afrogirl3005 · 1 year

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My Wakanda Forever Review

Spoilers under the cut!!!!

First of all can I just say the tears were falling from my eyes, the tribute given to Chadwick Boseman was absolutely beautiful, from the silent marvel opening to the gorgeous funeral it was just all two real and for someone whos grandma died the same day from the same dease it just brought me too tears. Putting my own life aside the absolute beauty of wakanda was breathtaking, while the first movie will always be near and dear too our hearts just having a closer look at the country of wakanda was truly impressive and something we didn’t preaveoulsy get to see. Oh and don’t get me started of the absolute brilliance of Talokan, so shiny! Now fangirling over detailed locals aside Ryan Coogler really took this franchise by the horns and made something of the less than ideal circumstances. The entier movie was just so well written and was very accurate (as he could be) to the comics I used to read, And I know I know The supposed romances between several characters felt real unfortunately it’s just shipping dreams, I mean the hunky indigenous king of talokan and the brainy yet beautiful queen of wakanda, Someone give me that Fanfic! But because of the circumstances in the movie I doubt that that ship will ever come to fruition. The introduction of riri williams was amazing (also just wat to point out that the actual government didn’t even pay her for her work, typical!) Idc what the men who watch the movies feel more black girls in stem is a win to me. Oh and queen ramonda was truly amazing showing her might infront of the UN Litreally Chills. Once again accompanied with an amazing soundtrack.

All and All this was a beautiful tribute to a great man, amazing storytelling, Namors Pecs and Mbaku’s thighs made for a wonderful viewing experience.

100000/10 would watch again

Thanks for reading

Yours Truly,

Afro

P.s, RIP Chadwick

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deeisace · 2 years

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People are putting their whole damn fanfic on blaze???

I just saw part 2 of 3 of what appears to be like self-insert RPF of Chadwick Boseman

Like sure you do you but why you making me see it

#is self-insert RPF the right phrasing? like it wasn't y/n there was a name there but still #to be clear i give no fucks about the content of the fic #im just confused as to why it's on my dash #and the middle part no less

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chadwickbosemanfanfic · 2 years

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Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

THE INVITATION (P 2/3) (fan fic)

(Let me know how you feel about this first series!)

Evalyn pushed herself up on her elbows, her sight blurry. She winced against a bright light, shielding her eyes with her forearm. Closing them tightly, she gave them another try to adjust without the pain. No luck. She moaned against the sharp pain in her left temple as she looked around the room.

Her eyes darted from the bookshelves, a picture where a mounted TV screen should be, abstract paintings on the walls, statue figures in the distance behind her that looked like African kings and queens, and beautiful furniture pieces that made the space look unused. She gasped when she noted the oversized shirt covering her breasts. “Where are my—,” She tore the thick blanket off of bare legs. She stood with intention to get a closer look of a family picture placed on the fourth row of book shelving that framed the picture placed as the center focal point of the space. “Where the hell am I?”

“Los Angeles,”

She dived back to the couch. “OUCH! Shoot, shoo-shoot!” Stubbing her toe on the low coffee table, she ignored the pain and scrambled to return the blanket, covering her thighs. “Who buys a table that low!” With her legs still under the blanket, she stood on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. The T-shirt pooled around her hips. Peering over a tall table and stool, she noticed the open patio door where the sun beamed inside. Stretching, she squinted against the sunrise and noted someone wearing white pants, dark socks, a green shirt and a bracelet or watch on his wrist. Hand behind his head. Hair coiled. Tapered sides. From her view, she could only see his profile. But even then, he looked like—

He cut his eyes at her, turning his head slightly. “I thought it was nice. Came with the house.”

She gasped, popping down out of view. She closed her eyes. An image—or memory?—shot through her mind. It was an image that felt like it had happened before. One of her making a decision she would not make sober. The two of them. Get it together.

His expression had been unreadable but she knew he had taken her all in within that quick moment as she had him. His words were even. Expression was pensive. No smile. Thoughts in his eyes like he knew secrets she hadn’t made yet. To her, it was as a look that would have been more seductive under the right circumstances. Wait, it was Meghan. Her damn edibles. You’re not really here. Open your eyes and relax.

She opened them.

She peeked back over the table and stool again. There was a smirk pulling at his lips. “Wha—,” she laughed, more at herself than at the thought of him. “What the hell is wrong with me,” she closed her eyes, laid back. “Evalyn, get it together. Get it together. Come on, girl, get it together,” she laughed again, rubbing her temples. “What the hell did you do last night, dammit? Think, thin—,”

“Nothing happened,”

Her eyes shot open again and she set back up.

He was standing in the patio entrance now, leaning against the frame so casual like all of this was normal. His arms were crossed with hands tucked under the armpits of his shirt. He kept his distance so she could collect her thoughts. He had seen her arrive at the premiere and was introduced to her on the dance floor and was instantly intrigued by her quick wit and delicate gestures. She had mannerisms that were fluid and warm. Joy in her eyes that made her look like she was smiling even when she wasn’t. When she had slipped her fingers into his and guided him away from the crowd and cast members to a spot of their own on the dance floor, he had followed her lead. Gestured for his team to stay where they were. She was harmless. Though she had lead them during a song perfect for twerking, she’d opted for a bold and seductive face-to-face cute two step that ended with a playful embrace. Without much time, it morphed into a more intimate one when he searched her eyes, listening to every word she spoke. And she spoke fast. Her arms around his neck. His hands near her waist, a thumb playing with the chain accentuating her figure while she continued on. He nodded and laughed in all the right spots. It felt good to just listen. Not to be asked any questions. Not to hear anything about who he was or what he does. In that moment, holding her and listening to her talk about a research article that she couldn’t wait to finish while standing in a sexy leather skirt and halter top, he knew there was more to hear than what met the eye. Not that what met the eye wasn’t already enough. He cleared his thoughts of the night before. Focused on her now.

“Wait, this—You?” She looked around for Meghan, who was nowhere to be found. No sign that she had ever been here. But, there was Evalyn’s clothes neatly folded on the arm of an opposite couch. Her eyes darted in his direction. “Who undressed me?” His eyes were genuine. Calm. She didn’t stare long. She lowered her stare back down to the blanket.

“You said you were hot and that you couldn’t breathe. Then, cold. Couldn’t keep anything down. Despite asking for food,” he slipped his hands in his front pockets. When she met his eyes again, she had an apology or embarrassment in hers. “Guess you had an eventful night?” He smiled, but he didn’t hold it long once he noticed she was not comfortable with this information. “They’re washed,”

“You undressed me,” she felt exposed. Her breasts were free. She felt no bra under the shirt. “Did we… ?”

“No,” he answered firmly. “And technically, you undressed yourself. I helped you put on the T-shirt,” Chadwick watched her closely. He wanted to tell her that he hadn’t seen her fully naked but he couldn’t lie. He didn’t want her to feel more uncomfortable than she already appeared. Or worse. Though, he wondered how much she didn’t remember. She seemed completely present last night from when they met in Harlem to the flight to Los Angeles. Well, until about 30 minutes after eating the edible Meghan pulled out of her purse.

She rubbed her temples. “Are you really Chadwick Bose—Am I crazy? Am I dreaming? What—what is happening? Where’s Meghan?”

“Yes, no, no, you both traveled to Cali last night after the after party for the fashion show today. Return flight in about,” he glanced down at his watch. “Twelve hours. My guess is that she’s with Stephan,” he gestured towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

“Stepha—? Who? Please forgive me but I still don’t quite understand. Why—how am I here? Am I really here?”

His eyes narrowed. “You really don’t remember?”

She glared around, pulled at and slapped the blanket. “Where’s my phone,”

He crossed the living room, grabbed her cell from atop the bookshelf mantel. When he stepped to her, she avoided his stare but she could smell him. He smelt fresh. She could see her reflection in the phone screen. Her hair was a mess. Lips stained from the lipstick and sure to disappear whenever she quenched her thirst. Though, her Chanel fragrance was still lingering from her wrists and neck.

“I’ll take the water. Do you have a charger,” she tapped the phone screen with the length of her nails. “Doesn’t have a charge.”

He went for the charger first. “Plug is behind the couch, table. To the left.” Then, he went for the water. When he returned, he set the glass on the surface of the coffee table as she fumbled around with pressing the power button of her phone, wishing it could turn on without a substantial charge. She lingered, tapping at the phone longer than necessary. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was nervousness or shame.

“Do you know her number? You can use my phone. Or, I could call Stephane,”

“Yes, thank you. If she’s with—I’m sorry, Stephane?”

“Stephane James,”

She nodded, but she didn’t know him. “Please call him.”

He noticed she was avoiding looking at him too long. “There’s a bathroom down to the left and to the right. If you need it,” he pulled his phone from his pocket, gestured in the general direction of the bathroom, turning his back to her and heading for the patio to give her some privacy.

“Do you have any…,”

He looked over his shoulder.

“Um,” she smiled, but it was weak. “Thank you for the water and apparently for your help to survive the evening,” she shook her head. “I’m usually never this irresponsible—,”

“You had a good time. I can’t take full credit. Meghan threatened to hire someone to kill me if anything happened to you. Not exactly in those words,” he laughed. She finally smiled. “What do you need,” he turned to fully face her, phone to his ear.

“A pair of sweats? Shorts?”

“Oh, of course. Just a moment,” he took the stairs.

She watched him. His shoulders were strong. Back full and carrying his shirt around his fit torso. When he glanced back, she quickly looked down and poked at her phone. “Why don’t you have a charge,” She was whispering, mimicking the sound of disappointment.

“No answer,” he announced. “I’ll send him a text.”

She nodded. Faked disappointment, again.

When she noted he was up the stairs and completely gone from her view, she brought the phone screen closer to her face, wiping at her teeth.

He jogged back down. She heard him coming before she saw him. She lowered the phone and pretended to be adjusting the charger cord. When he extended a pair of black sweats, she finally looked up at him long enough for her to feel a jolt in the pit of her stomach the moment her eyes met his. A surge of awareness bonded the chemistry between them. The exchange required no words. The silence felt like a question and answer they both shared. Though she knew it was best, she didn’t look away. He smirked. Held back a smile. And just like that, they both burst out into laughter and she snatched the sweats from him. Dropping her phone on top of the blanket, she spun the air with a finger.

“Oh, excuse me, my bad—,” he turned away, started walking.

“Don’t leave,” it was an abrupt request. He stopped, remembered not to look back. “I’m just getting a little comfortable now that I realize you’re not a creepy serial killer in a Chadwick Boseman costume,” she giggled to herself. She had to pull the drawstring to its last stretch. Tied it firmly. “Finished!”

“Me,” he pointed at his chest. “You wake up in someone else’s home and you assume I’m the creepy serial killer,”

“It’s a classic plot twist. Waking up in a strange place with a killer licking his knives,”

He laughed.

She smiled. She got back in the cozy spot she had been sitting. “For the record, you lost,” she watched him take a seat on an opposite sofa, bringing his hand behind his head and slouching like the way she discovered him. Now, his eyes were seductive. But she knew it wasn’t intentional. Though, it made her want to keep teasing him anyway. “You do realize I get to tell people that I beat—THEE—Black Panther in a staring contest?”

He frowned, but he was smirking. “So what? No one will believe you,”

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Sure they will,” she looked down at the screen of her phone illuminating on top the blanket. “The tabloids certainly will believe me once I take pictures of this amazing living room,” she went to her camera and lifted the phone. She stole a few shots of him on the couch. She squealed when he stood. He was smiling but it was sly. She wasn’t sure if he was going to try taking the phone so she didn’t risk it. She shot up from the couch and made a run for the bathroom. When she felt arms wrap around her waist, she fell into her weight and he came down with her on the floor. She was on all fours and tucked the phone close to her stomach.

When he heard her still laughing, he knew she wasn’t hurt.

“I wasn’t going to delete the picture. I was going to look at it,” he was telling the truth but she didn’t believe him.

“Why don’t you have a full carpet on these wooden floors,” she giggled, pushing his hand away from accessing the phone. The effort made her spin and she rocked back off her knees, her back bumping against his chest.

His reflexes jerked his head back and to the left of hers so that she didn’t head-butt him with the quick motion. From such an intimate angle, he could smell the fragrance on her skin more clearly. Just as he was about to pull them both up from the floor, she looked over her shoulder at him.

Their eyes met. This time, they were too close in proximity to divert their energy elsewhere. Their eyes lowered on each other’s lips. She suddenly smiled, shyly covering her mouth with her fingers.

“I know my lipstick is a mess,” she giggled, dropping her eyes. “Stained lips are—,”

His left hand came to her chin, gently lifting for her eyes to return to his.

“You use humor as a form of avoidance,”

Her brows frowned, slightly. “Not all the time,”

“Now?”

She offered a closed smile as her answer.

He scanned her face. Then her eyes. “I’m glad you told me not to leave your side on the dance floor,”

Her eyes narrowed. “I did not,”

He smiled, nodded.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m such a light weight,”

“Not exactly,” his chest bumped into her back gently. She realized she was leaning against him for support.

Her eyes bucked in surprise. “Hey, be a gentleman. I’m sensitive,”

“I do it too,”

She frowned, unsure.

“Humor for avoidance, sometimes,” he smirked.

“You call that humor?”

“Relative,”

“I suppose so,” she playfully bumped against him. “Meanie,”

“Evalyn,” his voice grew serious. “In an effort to being a gentleman,”

“Um-hmm,” she kept her eyes on his, her response low. Subconsciously matching his tone.

“Can I kiss you?”

… (to be continued)

#chadwick boseman #chadwick #black panther #marvel #tchalla #fanfic #wakanda forever #wakandans #the invitation #marvel mcu #disney

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