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bluedalahorse · 1 month

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Do you think canon Sara and August will see each other again in the futur ?

Short answer: It’s not impossible! And it’s certainly great fanfic fodder.

Long answer: The question of “canon” Sara and August is what makes this question require a longer answer. The last we see of canon Sara and August is them broken up, and that’s the last we see of them as a pairing. At the same time, an important think about that scene is that Sara owns the part where she still has feelings. I don’t think that means Sara’s going to keep pining for decades, but I do think it means she’s not just girlbossing her way out of that relationship like she doesn’t care. She’s vulnerable and honest about the part of her that’s still in love. Her choosing her friends and Simon and herself has more meaning if she’s actually giving something up.

More importantly, though… I also don’t feel like I have to take all my orders from canon. And canon leaves these characters behind when they are young and their lives can still go any number of directions.

Now that canon is over, the characters belong to the fanfic writers. We are allowed to do what we want with them! Like, I saw some folks lamenting that Rosh/Stella didn’t become a real thing and Y’ALL IT STILL CAN. You can write a thing where Fredrika and Stella break up and adult journalist Stella is interviewing adult women’s national football team Rosh after they win the world cup, and Lisa will not smite you with a canon lightning bolt. She’ll probably kudo your fic with her secret AO3 account. WE ARE THE FANFIC WRITERS. NO GODS NO MASTERS.

Ahem.

A more interesting question for me is, what would need to happen next in Sara and August’s lives for them to one day have a Second Chance Romance? What are the fanfic ideas in my brain?

I don’t think they’re disappearing from one another’s lives entirely. Wille is still going to be interacting with his family members from time to time even if he isn’t Crown Prince, and that includes August. I myself read Wille and August’s reconciliation scene at the party as a new start for their relationship. Not one that forgets the past, but one that is able to move forward into the future.

If Wille is going to keep interacting with family in some capacity or another, and Wille is going to stay with Simon and Simon is going to stay reconciled with his sister, then it is possible that Sara and August will occasionally still be crossing paths. Maybe not all the time, and maybe they work to keep their distance. Certainly they’ll date different people along the way and maybe they’ll be in situations where they end up meeting one another’s other partners at times. And they’ll both be growing up, you know? They’ll get to see sides of one another they don’t see as teenagers.

On August’s end, I do think if he wants to have any chance with Sara again, he has to make things right with Simon. But I think he’ll want to keep things right and continue to make them better with Wille (deep down what August really wants most is family, like more than he wants to be king, this is a hill I am prepared to die on) which would mean investing in trying to make things right with Simon. Not even for the sake of August’s relationship with Sara, but for the sake of August’s relationship with Wille.

I know August wasn’t reconciling with Simon at the end of season 3, but I honestly think that a) making things right with Simon is going to take a lot of time, like years actually, and b) August had to start with Wilhelm and with their shared complicated grief over Erik, and that took a whole season. But believing in a universe where Simon and August can actually learn to get along with each other… idk. It’s kind of a cool idea. They have ambition and a sense of dedication in common, and it would be interesting to see them understand that. And I don’t think it’s completely implausible.

(In one of my imagined scenarios of August trying to be a better family member to Wille and Simon, Rosh’s wife—a wonderful OC character who I’ve named Agnes, who is a chill nerdy lady who owns a gaming store—arranges weekly DND campaigns for the three of them + maybe Ayub, and they all work through their stuff by leveling up their characters every week. Please believe in my DND universe with me, it’s incredible.)

Another thing I think would have to happen is August would have to leave the monarchy eventually. Which I think is totally possible too. I got another ask about that, so I’m going to save my thoughts for that post specifically.

Lastly, he needs stronger connections with other friends. Maybe that’s Nils and/or Vincent (both Nils and Vincent have interesting side plots in the future!fic I’m envisioning for August and Sara and the other mains) or maybe he makes brand new friendships he can lean on. That way Sara isn’t doing all the emotional labor ever for him.

On Sara’s list, I have less of a defined set of things I’d like to see, but I feel like growth and more life experience generally can’t hurt. I think it would be great if she’s dated some other people first, both casually and seriously so that she’s built up relationship experiences. And I think it would also help Sara to have some disabled/neurodivergent community, as that seems to be a thing she currently lacks in canon.

I think both of them need a significant amount of time apart (at least five years, but I’m thinking more like a decade) and also more therapy. All that said… neither Sara nor August need to be perfect for them to have a Get Back Together storyline. Otherwise there would be no story! They can be struggling with new grown up things.

Finally, I think it’s worth thinking about how much potential there is for both of them to change with time. When I think back on my teenage self 20 years ago… damn, teenage blue was selfish and sheltered and hadn’t done fuck all to confront her racial or socioeconomic privilege. She was taking out her internalized ableism on herself and other people all the time. It’s taken me a long time to grow up, and the path hasn’t always been linear.

The YR characters are so complex and dynamic that I think it does them a disservice to imagine futures where some of them are Only Ever Good and others of them are Only Ever Evil. I don’t think we have to envision a future where Sara and August get back together—like it’s not a mandate—but I don’t think there’s any mandate forcing us to imagine them apart forever, either.

And you know, after one has put in all that time on character growth… well. The reunion smut has the potential to be pretty hot. So there’s that, too.

#young royals #sargust #blue i am forever on my sargust bullshit dalahorse #I will have to get to my next two asks later but rest assured i am drafting for them #you can send more asks btw the inbox remains open!#asks

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gerec · 3 years

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AU-gust 2021 Prompts

1. Ancient Gods AU - Part 8 of 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Cherik, Greek mythology au; inspired by the myth of Medusa. A happy ending for our intrepid heroes! Thanks for reading along!

(I haven't decided if this needs a short epilogue to tell us what happens after...we'll see as I clean this up and get it ready for ao3 lol)

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For long moments, Erik was too shocked to react, watching in muted horror as the change washed over Charles, his blue eyes dimming and his pale flesh turning grey. Why would Charles do this – his true and only friend, who was gentle and kind and cared deeply for the fortunes of others? Charles, who was not frightened by Erik’s tail or the snakes on his head; who looked upon his face and saw a man instead of a monster?

Charles, whom Erik loved with his entire being, deserving of the happiest life and a family who cherished him.

He screamed.

The sound echoed in the empty hall, bouncing from stone to stone, as Erik vented his frustration and immeasurable pain. He cursed the gods for their cruelty and men for their sins, and Charles for such a foolhardy and futile gesture. But most of all, Erik cursed himself, for still having a heart left for another to break.

“Do you not understand, child?” came a voice – the White Queen’s voice – from inside the hall, and Erik whirled to see the statue speaking with its marble lips. “He gives you a great gift; the greatest he can offer. Coveted by a god for your beauty, and similarly hunted for your face…Charles saw only the heart of you, and loved you as you truly are.”

“To what end?” Erik cried. “He is dead, and I am doomed to my suffering.”

“You are not,” she answered. It seemed for a second that the statue smiled, though Erik couldn’t rightly see through his veil of tears. “You need only give him what he asks, Erik, and he will return to you.”

Hope rekindled in his heart, and he turned his attention back to the immovable stone. “Charles,” he whispered, cradling his face with trembling hands. “Please, come back to me.”

The statue did not change, nor did it reply.

“No, please, you must wake up,” he begged, nearing choking with despair. “I swear, I’ll give anything you ask of me, if only you would wake up!”

Still the statue remained unyielding, and he began to weep.

He hadn’t cried since that night at the temple, for his soul had been emptied then and bereft of tears. But now, they fell unceasingly upon Charles’ face, and Erik held back no longer.

“I trust you, Charles. Trust that you love me as I am, in whatever form or shape. And I love you, as I have never loved another and never will. Come back; come back and be with me for the rest of our days.”

For the rest of Erik’s life, he would remember this exact moment, when stone gave way beneath his fingers and receded once more to flesh. Charles – his beloved, beautiful Charles looked up at him and smiled, and Erik could only lean down to kiss him, again and again until they were both breathless and aching.

“Erik…look,” Charles said, his voice full of wonder as he reached towards Erik’s head. His head, crowned with snakes no longer, as he felt Charles’ nimble fingers combing through his hair. And he stood once more on his own two feet, his body whole and utterly restored.

Most importantly, he was no longer afraid; of himself or his fate.

And he understood at last, the true nature of the White Queen’s gift.

#gerec writes #cherik #medusa au #greek mythology au #ancient gods au #part 8 #au-gust 2021 #ugh i wrote romance with a capital R #how did this happen lol

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mavspeed · 3 years

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon.

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

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Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11.

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

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The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14.

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

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It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

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David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

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He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

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It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

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“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

#whew this is super long i apologise #u can pinpoint the exact time i replaced taron with james as my number one boy #fic tag #fic meme

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twistedcharismaaa · 5 years

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The Red Door Pt. 4

Summary: You and Erik have a lot of shared history together but because of recent events you’re scared that you’re going to lose your best friend. Maybe he’s still there … behind that red door?

Author’s Note: Hello beautiful people. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I’m pretty nervous about it. Let me know what you guys think. Please comment. I love you guys and thank you for reading. I used a gif to show you his dreads being braided btw 😁✨.

Erik was late and he knew it. There was a part of him that regretted it and another part that didn’t. He was hoping that by the time that he arrived, you would be gone and that you would forget about him entirely. He knew that he was the embodiment of mixed emotions and it wasn’t his intention to confuse you or add more unnecessary stress to you, but reluctantly that’s who he is now. He thought about you endlessly while he grieved ... and more importantly while he changed. He changed in the absolute worse ways. He was no longer warm, compassionate, charismatic, or even joyful to be around. He became direct, cold, lifeless, and full of hate. Erik was about 10 minutes away from Rico’s Lounge and he was wondering what convincing lie he was going to feed you the moment he saw you. He was exactly an hour and thirty minutes late.

Erik entered the lounge and looked around for you instantly. He noticed that you were sitting in his favorite booth. He used to love that booth simply because of you. He never had to the chance to tell you that he always overly enjoyed watching you. Even though you both had always been platonic, that didn’t change the fact that you were beautiful. He loved how the strobe lights complimented the hue of your complexion. It was mesmerizing seeing every color kiss your milk chocolate brown skin with such grace and elegance. You were so lovely effortlessly. He remembered how the air conditioning in the lounge would gently blow your infamous two curls that were left out of your slicked-back afro puff. He loved hearing your voice over the subdued music playing throughout the club. It seemed as if your voice was always in harmony with any song that filled the lounge.

He slowly made his way to the booth he was wondering why you weren’t looking at him, waving him down, running towards him, or cussing him out from afar. Erik finally approached the booth and was taken back to find you sound asleep. He felt like an ass and he knew he was acting like one. But behind it all, there was a method to his madness.

He sat down lightly beside you. “Marley, I’m here,” he said awkwardly.

You rubbed your eyes and blinked them quickly. Your eyes met his and you were overwhelmed with his presence. It would take you a while to get used to his new appearance. He was still intimidatingly massive. The only difference about this encounter was that he had his short dreads braided towards the back. Your natural reaction was to move away from. You backed away from him into the ice-cold wall.

“My bad, maybe I should sit on the other side. I don’t even know why I sat over there,” he added while clearing his throat.

You sat up straight and tried to gather your composure. You inwardly told yourself to focus on something that would make you less nervous. You grabbed the closest thing to you which was a half-empty ketchup bottle. You toyed with it between both of your hands.

“I’m going to bypass the formalities here. I want answers,” you responded.

Erik nodded.

“Alright, so what did you see at the crime scene-?” you quizzed.

Erik immediately shook his head and waved his hand in discontent. “Nah.” he interrupted. “We ain’t talking about that. Anything else but that.” he continued.

You suddenly stopped playing with the ketchup and glared at him.

“Did you just say no?” you said fiercely.

“Marley-” Erik tried to interject.

You don’t know what came over you but your words left your mouth faster then you would’ve you liked to. “No Erik? No? You don’t have the right or permission to tell me no about anything. I gave you your time to deal and to process losing your mother. I know whatever you saw fucked you up. I know you but what you’re not going to do is tell me fucking no. I can’t sleep, I can’t rest, I’m dropping weight-” you yelled.

You slammed your hand on the ketchup bottle and it squeezed an immense amount of ketchup on Erik’s dark grey hoodie. But at the moment, you didn’t care and honestly, a stained hoodie would be the least of his problems if he didn’t start answering your questions.

“You had me here waiting for over an hour just to tell me no! And then you show up looking like a completely different person,” you screamed. You grabbed the bottle and started squeezing more on him, but this time purposely.

Erik leaped out of his chair and backed away from you. “Yo chill, Marley chill!” he pleaded.

“I said give me some answers! What did you see! What did those cops show you E!” you added. You threw down the bottle and caught your breath.

You watched Erik grab a handful of napkins in hopes that he could clean himself up. Erik grew frustrated and threw the napkins down on the table.

“You know what fuck it.” he spat.

“Fuck what?” Marley asked. “You know what, actually fuck you nigga!” she continued.

You felt Erik grab your arm firmly but not firm enough to hurt you. “You don’t want to know what I saw. You don’t want to know what I can do. You don’t want to know what I’ve been doing. I’m in some deep shit and if you fuck with me, it’s going to bring you down too. I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now but I care about you. I love you, Marley. You gotta let me go. You got to.” he said softly.

You pulled back from his grip and clutched your necklace. “That’s what you want me to do?” you mumbled.

“No,” he said firmly.

You and Erik shared a brief silence. You watched Erik pace back and forth as if he was contemplating his next words. He knew that you were on the edge he was literally the only one that could pull you back.

“What if I told you that night I met the devil? Would you believe me?” he asked.

Would you believe him?

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Part 3 Part 5

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youcantkillamutant · 4 years

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The Advocate: Three Weeks Before Finals

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Marvel (Black Panther)

Pairing: Erik Stevens/Killmonger x Black!OC

Summary: Lex is just trying to get through senior year without failing anything massive, so when she sees a lamb on her running route she ignores it, mostly.

Warnings: Cursing, Mention of Death (Human & Animal)

Words: 3K+

A/N: Hi….Remember me? Yeah. I’m still here, this time with a God!Erik AU. *shrug*. I only own my original characters of course, Marvel don’t sue me I’m broke.

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3 Weeks Before Finals

“Get out!”

“I am. I just wanted to check my—” Flashcards. One can never over-prepare. Right?

“No. Non. Nope. No m’am.” Ruby turned Lex by her shoulders. “You promised last week that you would relax. Pinky promised! So go have your weird picnic.”

“But—”

“No buts! I’m leaving you a bath bomb by the tub, and you better use it when you get back.” Lex felt a wave of affection for Ruby. Over the years she had surpassed roommate status and built herself a home in Lex’s heart. Lex opened her mouth to thank Ruby, but Ruby had already opened the door.

“I know, I’m the absolute best and you love me most. Now go!” With a shove, Lex was out the door and Ruby slammed, screaming a muffled ‘love ya!’ through the wood.

“Love you too Ru.” Shaking her head, Lex made her way to the stairs, sliding on a pair of cat eye sunnies and adjusting the basket on her arm. Today is going to be a nice, wonderful even, but most importantly relaxing, day. Hopefully.

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“So how exactly are you getting out of this Cousin?” Erik was sat in the dungeons of Eko, where the sky meets the earth in a clash of thunder and splash of waves. It’s probably the closest he’s been to the earth below in a few dozen decades. Glossy and clean, the cell wasn’t uncomfortable, especially not for a God, but it was annoying. His prank was harmless, and suddenly the Elders are yelling at him about ‘disrespect’ and ‘ineptitude’.

“First of all, this is ridiculous. It was one prank!”

“One out of a billion.” Shuri noted sharply.

“Exactly! What makes this one so special? Why are the Elders mad about this? They hardly pay attention to us nowadays. Since when are they sticklers for the rules Shu?”

“It is…strange that they’re truly upset with you.”

“See! You know I’m right. Something is going on.”

“You may be right, but you can hardly prove it.”

“Yet. I can’t prove it yet.” Erik’s face had twisted into something fierce and contemplative. Shuri shook her head.

“You know, your scheming is what got you into this mess in the first place. Besides, mother and I have a plan for you. One that the Elders have already approved.” Shuri handed him a file. Erik’s eyebrows shot up, They hadn’t bothered with paper in a few dozen centuries. Then he opened the file.

It had the picture of a girl, cute, but unknown to Erik. She had a warm smile and dark circles under her eyes, wide lips and a button nose. Her name was on the next file, along with her date of birth, age, height, blood type, lineage and even her weight. Apparently, she was a student descended from good stock. If Erik thought back hard enough, he might have remembered fighting with the girl’s great-great-grandfather in some unholy war.

“Who the hell is this?”

“Your Advocate.” Shuri shrugged when Erik recoiled.

“She’s human. She doesn’t even have a degree. Or a drop of godly blood.”

“Actually we’re still running the tests on that one, but that’s not the point. She doesn’t know much about us, but she’s smart and fair. The Elders have approved her. They believe she’ll be unbiased with…everything.”

“Everything? What do you mean everything?”Erik figured he’d be out in a years time, five at most. No longer than a blink for a god his age. The Elders rarely bothered to hold grudges with Gods like him. He was too important for the balance to be indisposed for too long.

“There’s to be a trial.” Shuri could literally see Erik’s anger as veins of gold rose up his arms, trailing towards his neck. “Before you get upset! It was either a trial or immediate exile.” Shuri had expected this to blow the wind out of his sails, but Erik only grew angrier.

“So my only chance of coming out of this is a little human? I’ve never even met the girl!” He pounded on the bars of his cell annoyed that he was beginning to feel the chill of vibranium bars.

“Exactly. I’ve convinced the Elders that if you can convince the Advocate to help you, you deserve a trial. Led by Wakandan law and defended by her of course.” It was actually the most she could get the Elders to agree to. Even as she sat pleading on her knees, the Elders merely raised a brow and nodded in irritated acquiescence.

“Well where is she?” Erik looked around Shuri, but knew his ‘Advocate’ wasn’t around. He would have noticed a human on Eko. He wasn’t the Gatekeeper, but he knew energies.

“Erik, you don’t actually think the Elders would allow her into Eko without you convincing her first.” Erik rolled his eyes ad let his head fall against the wall.

“Now how am I supposed to do that from a cell Shuri?”

“You and I both know you can be resourceful. Pranking is not your only skill.” Erik stared up at the ceiling as Shuri walked away, wishing for the first tie since his imprisonment that his father was still around. At least he could give him some strength. Unfortunately, Erik would have to bolster himself.

“Good luck Cousin!” She didn’t bother saying anything else as she exited the cell. If Erik couldn’t get his Advocate on his side, then those might be the last words she ever said to him. Better to keep them jaunty rather than grave.

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It was hot. Not unbearable, but not ideal either. The sun wasn’t shy today, finally breaking through the clouds that had been hanging over town. Still Lex trundled her way towards her favorite running path on campus. Huge shades covered her eyes, lips pursing in the heat and a wicker basket swinging on her arm. She’d borrowed the basket from the only pair of her friends that she classified as adults: Tom and Lucie. Though they were all around the same age, the couple had a nice little apartment, and emanated an air of togetherness that Lex couldn’t imagine having as a scattered grad student.

Lex pulled out her phone to share her location with Ruby at the entrance to the running path. Nothing had ever happened to her, but plenty of people had plenty of stories. The path was attached to some National Park and so long as you had your university ID, you could get into the thick of it for free.

On a running day, Lex found herself going ten or so miles, but today she just wanted to make it to her favorite little meadow. She wasn’t completely stressed, and so she didn’t need the run to get rid of excess energy pulsing through her. Today was a day to relax. Wiggling her toes in her shoes, Lex set off along the path.

It took nearly an hour, but she made it. By now, sweat made her skin sticky and the breeze came and went every now and then wrapping her tight and releasing her to the relentless heat of the sun. The meadow was just as nice as it always is, quiet and simple. A bed of grass dotted with toadstools, wildflowers and shrouded in peeling sycamores. The sun filtered through the leaves and the wind enticed them to dance, like a nature-made disco ball.

There was a vignette of three old tree trunks, stripped white and smooth. There was one in the center, nearly half her height, and some days, Lex could see bunnies and birds flitting around the area. Not today it seems. She shrugged, pushing away the irrational sadness at not seeing her usual gaggle of woodland creatures today, and shook out her blanket.

Lex kept her head low while pulling out her lunch letting the sun warm her neck for a bit. Remnants of fresh brie cheese were wrapped in kente printed beeswax, water crackers, a freshly chopped apple and another for the road. A turkey and swiss stacked with tomatoes, onions and lettuce on beautifully brown rye bread; fresh bread being one of the only things Lex splurges on weekly. A bottle of tea completed the setting, glass bottle winking in the sunshine.

Lex sank into the blanket, feeling a few blades of grass poking through the soft blanket as the tree roots cradled her. Eyes closed, she inhaled deeply, letting the exhale force any tension out of her body. When she blinked her eyes open, ready to eat, there was a brown lamb next to the tree stump, not even a breath away.

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“I suppose you’ve heard the news Auntie. I’m to convince an ‘Advocate’ to help me.” Erik let out a bark of a laugh. “Can you imagine, the life of a God in the hands of a human. A tragedy for the storybooks, huh?”

“As far as I remember, you’re meant to be convincing that human to help you, so instead of belittling her, why don’t you get to work?”

“I already have. I’m just waiting to see if she bites.” And to see if she’s as ‘fair’ as Shuri says.

Ramonda raised her left brow tempted to ask more of her nephew. Did he not see that his place in the Godly court was at stake? Instead he lazes around in his cell waiting for a human to what? Rise to his bait? Briefly she wondered if this was something he learned from his time in the human world. They had lost track of him when he was small; Chaos and Kindness searched high and low for the little God. Still it took them a decade or so to find him and when they did…Ramonda shook the thought from her head as Erik spoke.

“What are you doing here, my dear Auntie?”

“Since you asked Nephew, I’m here because the Advocate was my idea. And I fear I would be remiss in my duties as your family if I did not help.”

“You’re helping me?” As the Goddess of Order, Ramonda had curled her lip at Ertumke the day he was born. A child born of Chaos and Kindness was never bound to be her favorite. Still she did her duties as a Godmother, not that the child seemed to care.

“Contrary to popular belief I do care about you Ertumke. You’re my nephew. Though irritating and often ridiculously dramatic, you are family. And you were the first to put a smile on T’Challa’s face when his father left.” There was a wave of silence as the sentence settled, but Ramonda breathed life into her body again in an instant. “Shuri did the hard work of getting the Elders’ approval. Now I’m happy to induct the girl but please Ertumke, no games.”

He seemed to think about this for a while, tapping his chin and studying his Aunt. They’d never been particularly close, Erik had always favored Shuri out of the lot of them, but then again, Ramonda had never done him harm. Even now she looked uncomfortable in his presence, but I suppose that makes sense. He is the child of Chaos. Order never sat well with him.

“I asked for Shuri and they sent you.” Erik had clanked an empty cup against the glass of his cage, barked a few orders at a Dora and waited. He should have known they weren’t going to get Shuri. Those demigods never get anything right.

“She’s been in the lab for a while, I wouldn’t want to break her concentration.” Ramonda knew just about everything of Shuri’s life except what happened in her lab. As far as she was concerned it wasn’t her business, or her speed. She’d much rather influence a few architects than spend her time trying to understand Shuri’s latest invention for the world below.

“Oh, Shuri couldn’t help her big cousin cause she’s in the middle of an invention orgy? Good for her.” Erik smirked and stroked his chin.

“That is my daughter you’re speaking about Ertumke.”

Erik shrugged. It’s not like he was actually talking about sex, which would have actually been normal for Gods like him. No, Shuri spent hours and hours in a lab, inventing and came out looking like she had just rolled through sheets with some of Eko’s finest. Still, he said nothing more on the subject, knowing that he should be grateful anyone came down to the dungeons at all. It was such an odd temperature here for Gods. Nearly cold enough to raise goosebumps.

“I would greatly appreciate your help Auntie.” Erik’s voice was more of s rumble than a clear sentence, and Ramonda’s mouth fell open in shock. There is a first time for everything she supposed. Even Ertumke asking another for help.

“Would you like some water? I thought you were choking on your pride for a moment there.” Erik cut his eyes her way with a minimal amount of heat and she laughed.

“I wish you had called for us earlier. You’ve already sent out your, bait?” Erik nodded though Ramonda barely paid him any mind, releasing a heavy sigh. “I’ll be late.” this time Erik really did choke on a laugh.

“You’re worried about being late? You’re a God. We invented time.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prompt Erik. Especially in a situation like this.” Besides, the Goddess of Order absolutely despised tardiness.

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The lamb merely blinked at Lex. She froze, wondering what the hell was going on. Sure she’d seen rabbits and a few deer on the running path, it was a national park after all, but she’d never seen a lamb. She’d actually never really seen a lamb outside of a petting zoo, and that was ages ago.

This lamb, brown and unmoving, glowed gold in the sun. It’s fur had hints of red and curled like hers, in tiny kinky knots. It’s ear twitched as Lex exhaled and she froze again. The next time she breathed out, it tilted its head towards her.

“Uh…hi.” An ear twitched at the sound of her voice, but that was it. Still, she couldn’t pick up her sandwich, not while that little lamb sat there, looking at her.

Scooping the extra apple out of her basket, Lex approached the tree stumps. The lamb gazed on, black eyes unblinking. She’d taken off her shoes and socks and the grass beneath her feet was warm. The weeds circling the stump of the tree gave way the Lex’s knees as she knelt down to drop the apple before the lamb.

When she glanced up, just for a second, she saw the lamb dripping golden ichor from a crown of black thistles. Surrounded by torches and granite, the lamb was on an alter. But then she blinked, and the image was gone. Shaking her head, Lex wandered back to her blanket and ate her lunch. She was probably imagining things anyways, breakfast had slipped through the cracks in favor of another few hours of studying before Ruby woke up and berated her for it.

Lunch was delicious, the bread and brie especially. As she ate, Lex could feel tension slipping from her shoulders. She’d been coming on this path for years, and there was nothing like sitting out here. The natural sounds coaxed her worries away, and her eyes slipped closed under the sun.

When she woke an hour or so later, the apple was gone along with the beautiful brown lamb.

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“Hallelujah!”

“Ruby, Jesus!”

“You look relaxed! You actually chilled out!” Ruby let out a whoop in Lex’s ear. “Though I see you haven’t used the bath bomb yet.” Ruby leaned into her neck for a whiff. “And you really should.”

“God okay, I just got back Ru.”

“I know, I know. Okay,” She plucked the basket from Lex’s arm and turned her towards the bathroom. “Go take a bath and soak in all of the serenity you found today. I’m ordering us takeout and then we’re watching crap TV!” Lex rolled her eyes as she stumbled to the bathroom.

The sunny day had taken more out of her than she imagined. She could still feel the heat on her skin as she undressed, and couldn’t stop thinking about that lamb. Sure she’d seen bunnies on the trail before, but never a lamb. Turning the hot water on, she let the tub fill as she grabbed her speaker and phone.

Light synth beats and soft piano chords filled the bathroom along with the steam, and Lex twisted the water off. Sitting on the floor, leaning over the edge of the tub, she let the bath bomb plop into the water. Closing her eyes as the bomb fizzed away, her mind drifted. She slipped into the glossy purple water absentmindedly relishing in the heat that prickled every inch of her skin.

This is always the best part of a bath. When the day is done, chores and homework taken care of, and you have to do is let the water ground you. Any movement, even your breath creates a soft current in the tub, encouraging the water to lap at your skin in a continuous embrace. Lex loved this moment, letting her head fall back as her eyes drifted shut.

When she blinked her eyes open, the album was drifting to a close and the lamb was back. In her apartment. In her bathroom. Lex jumped and water sloshed over the tub, crawling towards the lamb. She thought the steam was crafting illusions, but when she rubbed her eyes and blinked them open again, the lamb was still there. Steam swirled through the air as the lamb stood unblinking.

On a whim, Lex reached out a hand, palm open, water dripping from her fingers onto the mess on the floor. There was no way this was actually happening. Ruby would have noticed a lamb walking through the apartment, right?

“Hey, little one. What are you doing here?” Just like earlier, the lamb cocked its head at her words. Then it stooped down and licked a bit of water from the tiles. When Lex blinked again, the lamb was gone. Lex sat back gazing at the ceiling and wondering what the hell was happening.

It must be the heat. After napping out in the sun, and then a warm bath, she must just be experiencing some extreme heat exhaustion. Or some—

“Lex!” Ruby’s voice was higher than she’d ever heard it before, which raised an alarm. Ruby hated sounding shrill, she said it reminded her too much of her mom. Wrapping herself in a towel Lex hustled out of the bathroom and stopped short. Ruby was sitting on the couch in front of a woman. A woman in glowing robes.

“Um…hi?”

“Hello, Alexandra. I trust you are well.”

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A/N: *peaking out from behind a luscious palm* Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! I never meant to leave things this long, but I got distracted with building stuff to redo my room and then starting a new job just as Rona got her feet on the ground.

I’ll admit I’m pretty nervous about posting this story. After being away for so long, it feels like I should just dip my feet back in and start slow. I’ll be honest I haven’t written in a WHILE. I’m kind of afraid I forgot how to write? lol *yikes* I’d love to know what y’all think, and I’m going to try to be a little more active in posting this story.

As I said before, I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a year and some change now (I think), and I was inspired by Champion by killmongersgurl.

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thehomierobbstark · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About Sex: Intermission II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission I Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N: A longggg time ago a lovely anon came in my inbox spitting an idea, and my ass finally got around to making it happen. It’s a lil modified, but I hope y’all still enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you anon for your brilliance!!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sigh, twirling the forkful of salad around in your fingers as you stare off into space, lost in thought. Ranch dressing drips off a piece of lettuce onto your tupperware lid, splattering a little onto the table, but you don’t even notice, your mind entirely somewhere else.

“Hello?”

The voice of your best friend, Nichelle, filters through to your brain, and you irritatedly bring your mind back to the present, unhappy to be interrupted.

“Huh?”

“Damn girl! You was zoned tf out! What the hell you thinking about that got your ass stuck like that!?” She interrogates you, her eyes squinted in suspicion. While you normally wouldn’t have wasted anytime telling her about one of the many sex daydreams you regularly found yourself having, the one between you, Erik, and a certain little razor wasn’t one you were willing to share this time.

This one was your own naughty little secret, made even more special by the fact that this time it was an actual memory rather than a fantasy.

Clearing your throat, you wave her off.

“Nothing girl, just thinking about work,” you lie, popping the salad into your mouth and chewing.

“…Uh huh.” She grunts, not buying it. “All I know is, don’t nobody ever catch me thinking bout work with a smile on my face and biting my lip. You must got some bomb ass benefits girl,” Picking up her own fork she eats a mouthful of pasta, shaking her head at you.

Your nostrils flare and you bring your hand to your mouth to keep food from flying out of it as you snort, laughing from being caught. You didn’t even realize your face was out here exposing you like that.

“Mind your business, bitch,” you tell her after swallowing, reaching over to grab your tea and take a sip.

“I’m just sayin, if you gone be out here reliving your sexcapades you can at least try not to eyefuck the table while you do it.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you’re grateful this time there wasn’t anything in your mouth because you immediately giggle at her statement.

“Shut the hell up Chelle, damn.” You whisper as your eyes shift around the small outdoor cafe to make sure no one else overheard. “Besides, don’t you have your own man and kinky sex dreams you should be thinking about? Stop being so damn nosy.” You fuss at her, angling your fork before stabbing into her pasta and stealing some.

“Girl I would except that nigga not here” Her head falls back and she grumbles, her face sulking. “He’s in Georgia at some stupid work ‘thing’, which means I don’t get any dick until next Friday. That’s why I gotta live vicariously through you bitch! Now pleaseee, tell me something, I’m dying over here.”

She gives you a sad puppydog look, poking out her lips at you.

You roll your eyes. “Girl you know that shit don’t work on me. Why don’t you just FaceTime Brian and tell him you’re horny? Isn’t phone sex y’all’s thing?” You take some more pasta, savoring the delicious Cheesecake Factory takeout.

Blowing a raspberry, she leans her head on her fist. “We had to stop doing that after he answered the phone with his mom in the car.”

“Wait, WHA-“

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it. Anyway,” She waves her hand as if waving the cringey memory away. “How have you and Erik been? I know y’all probably been fucking nonstop since you got your tests back, huh? Ol bowlegged ass,” she eyes you coyly with a knowing smirk that says ‘I know what y’all been doing’.

You chuckle yet again at your hilarious friend, so thankful for her ability to always keep you laughing.

“Actually, we haven’t been fucking, thank you very much. My broke ass lungs made sure of that.” You tell her the story of how you almost choked and died from seeing Erik’s dick, and when she finally stopped cackling at you she grabbed your hand, patting the back of it.

“Oh you poor, poor bitch,” Her face turned down into a faux look of pity. “You might as well reserve your burial plot now because from the looks of it your ass not gonna survive him dicking you down.”

You snatch your hand from hers, glaring at her.

“I mean let’s be honest here,” she continues, ignoring you, “your ass talk a lot of shit, so you’re mad trippin if you don’t think he won’t obliterate your walls given the first opportunity.”

You pick up your phone, opening your messages while you let her words go in one ear and out the other. It was bad enough you had to live with the knowledge that the mere sight of seeing Erik naked had you hyperventilating, you didn’t need to think of what other ridiculous responses your body would have once he actually started putting use to it.

She continues roasting you as you click on a new message from Erik, seeing a link to a video attached. A message accompanies it.

Put in your headphones before you watch.

You fish your earbuds out of your purse, completely ignoring your friend now. Clicking them into the audio plug, you put the buds in your ears before clicking on the link.

The video starts with a view of Erik sitting at what looks like his home office desk, clad in a red T-shirt and a pair of black sweats. The top of his face is cut off, but you can tell its him by the signature keloids sprinkled over his arms and the telltale smirk on his face displaying his gold fronts, letting you know he was up to no good.

“Hi baby, I miss you today,” the audio plays, and you hear his smooth voice bleed into your ears, sounding so sensual. You almost forget that it’s a video and respond back, wanting to talk to him and tell him you miss him too.

“I can’t wait till you get home, but I wanted to show you something first before you got here.”

He pushes himself away from the desk, rolling back in his chair, and you’re able to see more of his lap now that it’s uncovered. Lifting his shirt, he takes the bottom of it and tucks it between his teeth, giving you a peep of his uncovered chest and the long thin gold chain hanging under his shirt.

Leaning a little bit closer, your eyes focus on his belly button, thinking you see something odd there when he takes both his hands and pushes his sweats down, revealing his gorgeous, thick cock standing at full attention, the head of which stops just below his navel.

Your mouth drops and your eyes grow wide, completely entranced by the view of your man stripping down for you. You watch as he takes one of his hands and grabs his heavy member, beginning a slow stroke from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist over the head.

You feel a slow wetness start to leak from your pussy, and you shift your legs in your seat, not wanting it to seep past your panties.

Erik continues pumping himself, taking in a ragged breath and speaking to you again.

“You see what you got me doing, princess?” He groans as his hand reaches its peak again, picking up the pace as he continues pleasuring himself. “I can’t wait till you get home so Daddy can teach you how to touch him. I just need your hands on me babygirl,” He sucks in a breath, moaning as his head falls back. “And that mouth. Fuckkk…”

You lick your lips and swallow as spit fills your mouth, desperately wishing you could climb through the screen and into his lap right now.

Your fingers feel the side of your phone, looking for the volume button to turn it up when you hear something behind you.

“DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!!” Nichelle’s loud ass voice scares the shit out of you and you drop your phone, you earbuds snapping unplugged as it clatters to the ground, and the sounds of Erik moaning at top volume fill the outside patio.

You scramble to pick it up, grateful that other than you two and another single patron in the corner, nobody was really around to hear it. Flipping your phone to silent, you exhale a deep breath before turning your burning gaze to your friend.

“What the hell!! You scared the fuck out of me! Why is your ass behind me anyway?!” you yell at her, your heart still beating out of your chest.

“You were ignoring me hoe! But more importantly, why didn’t you tell me his dick looked like that?” She points back at your phone screen at the paused video.

You press the home button, exiting out of the video player and dropping your phone in your bag. You growl as you start packing your stuff up, dumping your unfinished lunch into your lunch bag.

“I swear Niche, if you were anyone else I’d be cursing your ass out right now, you’re lucky its you.”

She stops you and pulls you into a hug, one you grumbly accept as she apologizes.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise, but your face looked so shocked I wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You couldn’t totally be upset about that, given that had it been any other time you’d have probably showed her whatever it was that had your eyes bugging out of your head. Too bad this time it ended up being a home video of Erik.

You shake her off, pushing her away. “Yeah yeah whatever. I’m going home, I’mma see you later.” You grab your stuff, leaning over to kiss Nichelle on the cheek before heading out.

“Where you going? You just gonna leave me here?” She calls after you.

“Did you not see the same video I did? I’m going HOME.” You yell back at her over your shoulder, laughing loudly.

“Try not to choke!” She calls after you, cheering you on as you rush yourself to the car.

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Warnings: Baby Smut

#erik killmonger #bp #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther #black panther fandom #black panther fics #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

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wakandascrystal · 5 years

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ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴇʀɪᴋ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n : i wrote this at 3 am, please ignore any errors, will fix up later

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You really did not want to be here.

The air was cold and you were hangry and the girls you were with were so focused on taking pictures they didn't even noticed you had turned your back on them. You didn't feel comfortable in the black and white one piece Miny had put you in. You wanted the mini dress you had packed that would cover your stretch marks and other problem areas but she bullied you out of it. Okay bully is a strong word. Miny just wished you had more confidence in yourself.

But that confidence was not going to start in the middle of the Puerto Rico with a tight one piece on. You didn't know the other 3 girls they were Miny’s friends and you didn't hit it of with them the whole 5 days and 4 nights. They didn't get your humour or hospitality. You didn't like how frequent they commented on your dark skin like it was some kind of disorder you had and that you are so brave to be living your life with it and it seemed like Miny was more their friend on this trip then yours. She only showed you love when you were just about to to leave. They were loud, obnoxious and self centered. You quickly learned that but there were 2 days and 1 night left. You were going to stomach it and try to enjoy yourself.

“Okay that's it. I'm going to eat. Im starving.“ you got up and pulled the bunched up material out of your ass.

“What are you talking about. we still taking pic for the gram....anyways you're the one who keeps complained about being fat“ Tiff said while she carried on posing

Your heart dropped

“I know... it's just that its been 6 hours. If i dont eat something i'll faint. just carry on i'll be back.”

You wrap yourself around with your towel you were ripped from before the photoshoot situation.

You left the rented yacht with your wallet and ordered some fish and chips. Sat on the balcony and ate were the girls wouldn't see you.

You were 24 years old and it still felt like high school. Made to feel different and odd. You wanted to leave and go home to your warm bed and your book and read up on african legends and how they used to rule the African plains. You were intrested in weird things and you didn't really fit in. You wanted to see your real friends who didn't judge you and throw your insecurities in you face every 5 seconds but that wasn't going to happen tonight.

“Y/N come bitch we're going to the club the one down the road. Get your black ass here. We need to get changed.“ You sighed lifting yourself of the bench and throwing away your trash away.

Back at the hotel you decided on a red sparkly dress but when you left your room to fix your hair in the bathroom Tiff was wearing the same one.

“Is that what you're wearing“ Cam asked sarcastically

“Shut your ass up... if that's what she wants leave her“ Miny defended you.

“Nah its just that ...you know Tiff wore it first. Thats all im saying “ Cam carried on fixing her braids

“What's the problem. It will be like yall twins or someshit.“

“Dont fuck with me Miny I look nothing like her.“

You bit your lip. It was a coping mechanism. if you felt a greater pain then the words wouldn't hurt.

“I'll change. Its okay.“

You left the crowded bathroom for your bedroom and practically ripped the dress off. You took a deep breath and you changed into a off shoulder black bodycon. You looked good but you didn't feel good. You paired it up with your black Fila’s. You did a light beat and a strong liner and lashed up and waited for the girls to finished. You were a bit over walmed when they joined you. They looked good. even you could admit that. You didn't bling yourself up like that. You looked simple. maybe even basic compared to them

At the club no one had gotten the memo that it was not a regular club club. It was a latin dance club. Like real Latin. Like out of a movie. People were dancing like it was strictly come dancing. The samba and the chacha, you name it. It was hot, so were the boy. The idea of getting drunk and going home with someone sounded amazing. You needed an outlet for the pent up frustration in your chest. But it seemed like no one was checking for you at the moment so maybe to get drunk first. You went to the bar and bought yourself a drink and a couple more. the girls joined you after they had danced a few times with some guys. You thought about asking a guy to dances with you but you didn't want to stoop to that level. That would have been to sad and rejection isn't something you're good at recovering from. So you drank some more.

“That was crazy. He almost swang my ass up into the roof“ Cam laughed while she tried to calm down

“I saw girl you almost died but i thought i was coming to throw my ass in a circle to some city girl but i like this too? Y/N you good? You been drinking since we been here“

“Oh me i'm okay I dont do well with heights.“ Miny laughed at your joke while the other 3 were confused.

“What the hell does height have to do with you being a bore?“

“She said that the guy almost through he into the roof and i'm afraid of heights. It was a joke Tiff. “

You shake your head and zoned out when they carried on talking amongst themselves. With your black straw in your mouth your eyes wounded around the bar area. Your eyes meet with a guy, you looked away. He was sitting about 4 stools away from you leaning back . You looked again and this time he smiled and you smiled back. He was handsome. 10000% out of your league but his smile was warm and cute. He had dreads and a tropical shirt on but most importantly he had dimples. Your one weakness. He nodded at you twice and you already knew the drill it wouldn't be the first time.

You turned to the Tiff who was next to you and tapped her shoulder.

“I think that guy is calling you?” You took a big sip from your straw again

“Which guy?“ she asked

“The one down the line.“ You specified.

You could see how big her eyes went when she realized who you were talking about. You saw how she flirted with her eyes and pushed her braids back with a big smile.

You wish you had that in you.

“They got nigga’s like this here ..let me go talk to zaddy”

She left the girls in pursuit of melanin, they spoke for a bit and you stole glances at them. If you couldn't get the guy at least you could live vicariously through the girls who would.

He's acting too cool. look at him not even smiling at her. How can you smile at me and not the girl you want. Fuck boys. they are everywhere. Girls like nice guys as well. oh my drink is almost finished. oh yes focus the handsome guy. oh wait she's coming back. she looks mad why?

“You must a blind bitch cause he was calling you“ She said through her teeth

“What do you mean. Why would he call me?“

“I was asking myself the same question? He didn't even give me the time of day? Did you take something of his?“

“No I was here the this whole time.“

“Well you must h-“ she stopped talking for a second then started panicking “oh shit he's coming here act natural ladies “

“Beautiful you gonna just ignored me and send you lil friend“ You blinked at him making sure you aren't dreaming.

“You still ignoring me baby girl.“ He cocked his head to the side

You were confused by the warm feeling in your chest and stomach.

“You can't call me Baby girl. i dont even know you...“ You shouted out the first thing on your mind. All 4 girls face palmed themselves

“Its cool. I get it Ma. Im Erik Steven and you are?“

“You want to know my name? Why?“ This had never happened to erik before. if he asked for a name he got it and most times even more.

“Why dont I we dance for a bit and maybe i'll tell you why?“ He extends his arm that was filled of what seemed like tribal markings. That fascinated you. You ran your hands over some that showed out his shirt but he didn't move his arm away.

“You like them Princess?”

“They are so....I study Ancient and Tribal African Studies and some tribes they .......they value a man who has these types of markings. Sort of like the more you have them the higher your ranking is in society. I've never seen anything like this before .Who are you Erik?”

Erik expected you to blush over them to seem edgy but he wasn't expect that type of analysis and that made him more intrested in you as well.

#Erik Killmonger #erik x reader #erik xreader #Erik #killmonger #killmonger fanfiction #black panther killmonger #black panther

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 4 years

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Whenever you can, can you write some Andrew bad mental health days angst with Nicky trying to help single-handedly? Maybe while the twins were living with him? With a hopeful ending of course. More importantly I wanted to ask if you’re alright? Your last post was worrying.

So I’m doing a lot better now. It’s just that sometimes I feel like my parents treat loving me like it’s a chore and neither of them really want to do it. They also just remind me all the time about how hard it is to love me and implying that my theoretical future husband would leave me over these flaws. I made the mistake once of implying that maybe I should have a wife instead and my mother looked ready to murder me. Which u literally see me project in almost exact words in this piece. Sorry. Anyway.. that’s how my efforts at coming out are going :)) It’s fine tho. I’m going to college in a year which is its own headache.

Thanks again for your concern and your patience. I hope this is what you were looking for <3

A bone-deep sense of exhaustion had been weighing Nicky down for so long that he almost didn’t notice it anymore. Almost. Dragging himself into the backroom of Eden’s, he felt another wave of it crash over him.

“Nick,” Roland called. His eyes were wide and his legs were trembling. His lips were swollen and bruised too. A smile curled the edges of Nicky’s lips. Before he could prod Roland about his disheveled appearance, Roland said four words that always sent every thought careening out the window. “Something’s wrong with Drew.” Shoving him aside, Nicky raced down the hall. From the end of the corridor, he heard labored breathing.

“Andrew,” he called as he nudged the door open. Nicky felt his stomach plummet at the sight of his cousin curled on the floor. Tears were welling in his eyes. “Hey, man,” he started.

“Get. Out!” The words tore from Andrew’s throat, low and guttural. Fury was written into every crevice of his face. Nicky stumbled backward, falling onto his butt. The door slammed shut in his face. Crawling up to the door, Nicky lay his head up against it. From behind it, he heard Andrew’s breath coming in ragged gasps. “No. No. Please, no.” Nicky��s heart stuttered. When he’d first met Andrew, he’d made the mistake of saying please. He’d been rewarded with a none too gentle warning about using that word in Andrew’s presence. For Andrew to be saying it now…

“Andrew, let me in,” he begged.

“No!” Andrew screamed. “Leave me alone.” Tears raced down Nicky’s face. His fingers ached for they’d been clutching tightly to the doorframe.

“Let me help,” he whispered. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. A week ago, Nicky had been summoned by the school to pick Andrew up early after a similar episode. According to Aaron, it had happened a few times when they’d lived with Tilda too. However, they’d been occurring more frequently since the twins had moved in. Was it something Nicky had done? Had he hurt Andrew?

Nicky didn’t know how long he sat there, begging softly for Andrew to let him in before the door finally creaked open. Andrew stepped out, dry-eyed. His blank facade had resettled over his face but his eyes were red and puffy.

“Water,” he croaked. Nicky scrambled to his feet and checked a few of the back rooms until he found some bottled water. Offering it to his cousin, he chewed on the inside of his cheek as Andrew down the whole thing in one go.

“Andrew,” he pleaded once more.

“Home,” Andrew ordered. Nicky’s shouldered sagged but he obeyed. Shuffling down the hall, he did his best not to look back at Andrew. He gathered up his jacket from the front before grabbing Aaron. As they walked to the car, Nicky felt a cool breeze blow past. From the corner of his eye, he caught Andrew shivering. Shedding his coat, he waited for Andrew to pass him before throwing it around his shoulders. “I don’t need your shitty jacket,” Andrew snarled.

“Whoops. Guess you're so small I mistook you for a coat rack.”

“You’ve got three seconds to start running, Hemmick.” Nicky was running before the words were out of Andrew’s mouth. It was less than three seconds before Nicky heard Andrew’s footsteps pounding the asphalt behind him.

“That’s cheating,” he cried. “Doesn’t matter, though. My legs are longer anyway.”

“They won’t be after I break them,” Andrew gasped between breaths. Nicky should have known better than to rile Andrew up. While Nicky was the faster of the two, Andrew had incredible endurance. He didn’t have to outrun Nicky. He just had to wait for Nicky to run out of steam. Hooking a left, Nicky headed for the park. Vaulting over the chain-link barrier, Nicky risked a glance back. Andrew had banked to the right and was now running around the perimeter of the barrier.

Looking back was a mistake. Nicky tripped over the playground border that. Falling face-first into the mulch, he felt several pieces of it embed themselves into his flesh.

“Not so fast now, fucker,” Andrew said. For the first time, Nicky saw a smile tug at the edges of Andrew’s smile. It was a sharp, cruel thing but a smile nonetheless. As Andrew’s eyes roved over Nicky’s face, he saw the smile slip away. “You idiot,” he muttered as he grabbed Nicky’s sleeve. Too dumbfounded by the fact that Andrew was touching him, Nicky didn’t protest to being dragged across the park. He still couldn’t find his voice as Andrew shoved him onto a swing and rolled up the sleeves of the coat.

A first aid kit appeared in Andrew’s hands. Producing a pair of tweezers and antiseptic, Andrew set about picking the mulch from Nicky’s face. All the while, Nicky whined about how much it hurt. It didn’t hurt. He just needed something to fill the silence. Plastering a bandaid over the final cut, Andrew stepped back to inspect his work.

“I thought you didn’t need my shitty coat,” Nicky said. Andrew looked down as though he were just noticing what he was wearing. With a scowl he shucked it off and threw it in Nicky’s face. Andrew sat down on the swing beside Nicky. For the first time in a while, his legs were long enough to touch the ground. “Hey,” Nicky started. Andrew groaned as though the conversation was already too long. “I know you don’t want to talk but I need to know what I can do to make this easier for you.”

Silence settled over the pair of them. Just as Nicky was about to give up Andrew answered. “I just need space.”

“I’ve given you all the space I’ve got. I gave you a room. I gave you the keys to the car. I let you come and go as you please. I know you didn’t ask me to come here. You didn’t ask me to stay but I’m always going to be here. No one else really wants me anyway.” A sad smile settled over Nicky’s face. It was true.

Every person has their own love language. Nicky’s was touch. Growing up, Nicky’s parents hadn’t understood that. No, they’d chosen not to. Loving their child was their duty as parents, nothing more. Luther and Maria treated loving Nicky like a chore, never failing to point out how his every flaw would prohibit him from finding a respectable wife. Well, then maybe he didn’t need a wife. Maybe he needed a husband.

Telling his parents as much resulted in them pulling away entirely. Any semblance of love that they’d shown him was now gone. Where Maria woke early to make Nicky’s favorite breakfast, he’d begun coming downstairs to a table set for two. Where Luther brought home little things that he’d thought Nicky may have enjoyed, Nicky watched as his father actively shifted his gift-giving to Maria. It knocked Nicky’s self-confidence to a low he’d never thought possible. Suicide was something Nicky had never understood. Why would anyone want to die? Well, what point was there in living if you had no one to live for?

For as long as Nicky could remember he’d spent his life trying to please his parents. The most he’d ever gotten was a five-second hug for winning a national art contest. Shut out by the only people that had ever meant anything to him, Nicky had spiraled into depression. If it hadn’t been for Dr. Krauss’s push to send him to Germany, Nicky might not be alive today.

In Germany, Nicky had found love. Not just in Erik but Erik’s family loved him. Erik’s friends loved him. They breathe life back into Nicky and offered him a place to stay. And he’d wanted it. Going back to America, Nicky had been okay with facing his parents’ disappointment because he’d known that it didn’t matter. Soon he’d leave Columbia and he’d never look back. Everything was finally going to be okay. And then, Nicky’s world turned itself on its head. Learning about the twins had brought all of Nicky’s plans to a grinding halt.

Nicky knew what living with Luther was like. There was no way he was going to force Aaron and Andrew to brave all of that alone. Germany meant so much to Nicky because he’d been greeted with open arms. The Klose's didn’t love one single aspect of Nicky. They loved him as a whole and Nicky hadn’t had to fight for an ounce of their affection.

The twins were broken and battered and bruised, just as Nicky had been. Luther and Maria weren’t going to welcome them into their home with open arms. Nicky doubted anyone would. There wasn’t anything that Nicky had learned from his father that he’d truly taken to heart, save one: there’s always someone that needs saving. Sure, Luther had meant converting people to Christianity but, from the moment Nicky lay his eyes upon the twins, he knew that no one in the world needed saving more than them.

Nicky didn’t know how to fix them (or even if they could be fixed at all) but he’d take care of them until he found someone that could. He didn’t know how long it would take for them to each find their own Germany, but he was more than willing to stick around until they did.

“I do,” Andrew said. Nicky looked up to find Andrew’s eyes already on him.

“You what?” Nicky’s voice broke halfway.

“I want you to stay.”

#just a pipe dream #andrew joseph minyard #andrew minyard hc #andrew minyard #nicky/erik #nicky hemmick #reveal to me your deepest desires

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lostgirlrewatch · 5 years

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1x01 - It's a Fae, Fae, Fae, Fae World

Written by: Michelle Lovretta

Directed by: Erik Canuel

Original Air Date: September 12, 2010

In the pilot episode, we meet our main character Bo Dennis, really a pretty sweet lady made a touch jaded by rather unfortunate circumstances. She meets our other main heroine, Kenzi, a street thief, and they form a partnership. This episode establishes the basics of the world of the Fae and introduces us to some of the main players.

Thought dump below the cut!

Oh my lost girl

I totally forgot that Bo and Kenzi literally meet because some dude spikes her drink in a bar. Holy shit.

Oh man Bo’s putting on the iconic outfit for the first time.

“You kids and your camera phones…” Oh wow, this sure came out in 2010, didn’t it?

But I wanted to make some key notes about the beginning of this relationship. There are a couple of ways Michelle Lovretta sets them up to be decidedly platonic off the bat, in spite of Bo being openly and enthusiastically bi/pansexual and this being a Gay Show ™. One, of course, is that Kenzi is a self-declared 100% straight from the end of the first episode (which, to my memory, she more or less lives up to), but another is that Bo is actually almost ten years older than Kenzi. Bo is 28 while Kenzi is only 19, still a teenager. Kind of crazy how young she is, really. Especially considering I watched this show for the first time in high school and now I’m like four years older than her. But also because of other much more awful things like the actually horrifying life she has lived up to this point in spite of still being basically a kid. Anyway, though they appear to be on more or less equal footing as their friendship develops, Kenzi is very much a younger sister to Bo. A kid sister, even. (Of course, as we know, there are many many other reasons why their relationship is most definitely not on equal footing, but we’ll get into that later.)

Ksenia Solo is so good. At least as good as I remember.

“Excuse me, lady…person...”

“It’s Bo.”

“Hi. Kenzi.”

I’m already gonna cry. This is their first introduction. The beginning of a love story for the ages. From the perspective of having seen all 3 seasons (and beyond), this meeting is so loaded with emotion.

Here we meet Dyson and Hale for the first time, supernatural buddy cops who totally don’t play fiddle to a corrupt, higher-than-thou ancient government.

Dyson is hot. I forgot how hot he is because his character is so much less relevant than others. I love Kris Holden-Reid.

Oh yeah. And since I may as well photographically introduce the main players when they come in, here we meet Trick, the Giles. I mean. The bartender at the Bronze. I mean the Dal.

In all seriousness, he’s the bartender at the Dal Riata, which is a sort of no man’s land for Light and Dark Fae, and is also the main cast’s favorite haunt for obvious reasons (it being a convenient no man’s land and everyone being sort of...let’s say multicultural, in the context of this world). But of course, he’s more than he seems.

Even in just this little conversation between Bo and Kenzi at the diner, where Kenzi is asking Bo questions about herself, you can already see how Kenzi’s personality starts to drag Bo out of her shell. She’s already having that effect on her, opening up her dark, lonely, closed off little world. Just busting through a lifetime of trauma with pure warmth, empathy, and a willingness to reach out and care about Bo in spite of the fact that they just met and in spite of Bo’s trauma and how it makes her want to lash out at any attempts at intimacy. In spite of the fact that any reasonable person would not open themselves up to Bo emotionally like this, reach out to her and express care like this, because Bo’s whole presence screams that she will reject it. Kenzi bulldozes through a literal lifetime of emotional pain and she does it without trying.

But Kenzi is lonely, too. She has just come across the only person in a very, very long time, perhaps ever, who performed a selfless act on her behalf. Who actually expressed care for her well-being, in spite of not knowing her. Kenzi is a teenager, alone, isolated from her biological family, terrified though she won’t show it, and desperate for any semblance of the sense of connection and belonging she has been deprived of for most of her life. She is at once so openly loving and supportive and yet so lonely and vulnerable. This character has been on screen for all of ten minutes. And we’re just getting started. She is the greatest TV character ever written. Change my mind.

“God you are so emo. Learn to enjoy your shit already.”

“It would kick ass to be your friend.”

She is just so openly interested in being Bo’s friend, in being a part of her life. She is able to express her emotions on such a genuine level and it’s exactly the kind of supportive shit that Bo needs to hear right now. Which, the fact that she is able to express her emotions on such a genuine level is so ironic, given it’s Kenzi, and we know that this is often far from being the case. I guess that’s Bo’s influence on her. How god damn beautiful is that.

This guy is the Ash, the leader of the Light Fae, and I guess I better show him.

More importantly, we are introduced to the Morrigan, the leader of the Dark Fae, or as we in the know call her, Evony. She’s an utter queen.

Oh no, we’re about to meet Lauren, aren’t we.

Wow lol I know Season 4 and 5 are just fan seasons but just looking at Lauren’s stupid face I’m already mad that Doccubus is endgame in them.

God, wow. Lauren has been on screen for all of two minutes and she’s already creepily caressing Bo during what is supposed to be a professional medical examination. This sure is going to be a fun three seasons.

Oh no. No no no, don’t do it Maddie. Don’t do it.

Lauren has only said like three lines so far and I’m already tempted to turn this rewatch blog into a Dissection of How Everything Lauren Says Is Bad blog.

Bo makes a crack about flunking Biology and asks Lauren for clarification on what she means by, “Fae is your genus, not your species.” Lauren responds, of course, with her trademark elitist smirk and eye roll, before explaining the definition of “genus” in simple terms for the plebeian. She does a couple more of these eye rolls every so, oh…two minutes. Just Annoying Lauren Things. I shit you not, this elitism and looking down on Bo for being “uneducated” will become a staple of their dynamic.

“No one will mourn you. No one will miss you. No one needs you.”

Kenzi: BO!

It breaks her out of the illusion.

“Name your side.”

“Neither. I choose humans.”

Bo and Kenzi choose each other.

And on that note, that’s the foundation that begins this story.

#lost girl #bo dennis #kenzi malikov #bo and kenzi #benzi #lost girl rewatch #anti lauren lewis #anti doccubus #dyson #hale santiago #1x01 #lost girl spoilers

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echodrops · 6 years

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BNHA, some thoughts on Toga after reading both your recent metas, the representation and female characters ones. Toga getting reduced to fetish fuel by fandom is pretty irritating. It really shortchanges her character, she's interesting. Despite all the murder, she's not written as a true psychopath/sociopath - her emotions are written as genuine, her empathy is written as being real. Her most depraved and her most empathetic moments both occur in the same arc, too (Overhaul's Hideout).

I actually think we can make a pretty good case for Toga being the best written female character in all of Boku no Hero Academia.

There are two other contenders–Inko and Nana–who could probably easily take the spot if not for their extenuating circumstances: Inko simply isn’t in the story enough to be a consistent source of emotional engagement, and we haven’t seen enough of Nana yet to get a real sense of the depth of her character. If Nana gets to be part of an extended series of flashbacks or becomes a vestige that Izuku can talk to, we might get enough of her to bump her to the top.

But right now, I can make a pretty convincing case for Toga.

1) She is the only female character whose actions are absolutely central to the main plot/conflict as it is unfolding right now. In the last 100 chapters, the only female to single-handedly accomplish anything for her side of the conflict has been Toga. You could not remove Toga from the plot and replace her with any of the male characters around her because her quirk and involvement in the story line are actively integrated in a way that none of the other female characters’ are (again, barring Nana). Mina? Jirou? Kendou? Uraraka? Tsuyu? Even Momo? In the last half of the manga’s plot, none of the class 1-A or 1-B girls have played any major part in the series’ overall conflict, had any stand-out moments of emotional depth that wasn’t narrated for them by a male character, or even been allowed to meaningfully contribute to the battles except during training against classmates, the outcomes of which have no lasting impact on the main heroes vs. villains conflict.

That’s because Toga doesn’t suffer from the one thing holding back all the heroines and heroines-in-training: good girls aren’t violent. Good girls are lovable, attractive, and supportive. They’re not ambitious or obsessive about strength and overcoming their rivals like boys are. Good girls behave well. And unfortunately, Horikoshi is pretty progressive in some ways and really, really unprogressive in others. His definition of “good girls” and the ways good girls act seems to be pretty rooted in conservative Japanese standards, which traditionally have undervalued women. (This is not to say that everyone in Japan discriminates against women, far from it; in general, however, societal standards for women in Japan have lagged behind other major developed nations.)

Uraraka and the other girls in 1-A and 1-B can and will become heroes, surely. They can even prove themselves to be very strong and skilled individuals. But they will only rarely–if ever–be allowed to outshine their male compatriots in terms of strength, aggression, impact on the main plot, and even emotional depth. The tension and depth of this story has, so far, been given almost entirely to male characters–Deku, Iida, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shigaraki, Kirishima, even Shinsou… Readers get more glimpses into the mindsets, emotional struggles, and backstories of these characters than any of the girls. Bakugou can literally cry and scream on screen from how angry he is that he doesn’t measure up to his classmates; but Momo, who feels similarly, will demurely have her confidence issues discussed by Todoroki and Aizawa for her.

Toga, however, doesn’t get hit by this stuff quite as bad because she isn’t a “good girl.” Toga can be violent. Toga can be out on the frontlines throwing down directly with the male heroes and can come out on top because she’s a villain and sometimes the villains have to win for the story to be exciting. Toga got away with threatening Shigaraki.Whether Tomura is just telling lies to keep her on his side or not, Toga is canonically referred to as one of the League’s “linchpins.” She’s tangled with the heroes two more times than Dabi, Mr. Compress, Magne, or Spinner, and once more than Twice, making her literally the League’s most active member. Because of her role as a villain, Toga is free from the limitations that prevent the heroines from making any lasting impacts on the plot.

2) Toga’s personal motivations/mindset have direct impacts on the plot. Sure, being a “love obsessed” girl who develops crushes at the drop of the hat isn’t exactly the most fantastic basis for a female character ever–it’s cripplingly stereotypical and a gross excuse to draw faces bordering on ahegao, actually–but at least Toga’s crushes are plot relevant. Her “love” for Izuku and collecting his blood led to her utilizing that blood in combat to directly change the course of what is probably the series’ most important and dramatic battle to date. Unlike Uraraka, whose crush is essentially mandatory due to her role as the love interest and really has no bearing on the major plot, Toga’s “love” for Izuku shapes not only her actions but also the actions of others because she is a mover-and-shaker in the main conflict, unlike other female characters.

Toga’s crush on Stain was what drove her to join the League, despite the fact that Stain is no longer part of it in any way–and she’s remained loyal to the League. Her crush motivated her to take direct action and change the course of her life. Unlike other crush plot lines given to female characters, which are often used only in two contexts: 1) Oh no, I can’t let these feelings affect my friendship with [shounen protagonist]! 2) Ha ha, look how adorable I am trying to hide my crush from everyone!, Toga’s crushes are driving factors in her story and the plot overall.

3) Toga has demonstrated more meaningful emotional depth than half the female students. You’re right–reducing Toga to fanservice badly degrades a character who’s actually been painted with more depth than virtually any other female character (except Inko) in the series so far. In her response to Magne’s death, her comments that she wants to continue enjoying life with the League, her willingness to threaten Shigaraki for making choices for her, and her delicate treatment of Twice, Toga’s feelings–even those beyond her love and friendship obsession–are portrayed seriously and with a degree of attention and agency that few other females in this series get. Toga is loyal, intelligent, dedicated to pursuing her personal goals, empathetic, brave, and strong-willed, and most importantly–these aren’t informed traits. We don’t hear about how smart she is or how nice or how brave she is from other people–we see it in direct action throughout the course of the story. You don’t hold a knife to Shigaraki Tomura’s neck without being both staggeringly courageous and dead-set in your beliefs–Toga has a backbone of steel and a good head on her shoulders. She’s in far more control of herself than anyone is giving her credit for; she knows exactly what she wants and she’s going for that without hesitating. Her response to Twice after Magne’s death not only demonstrates a clear understanding of other people’s feelings, but also signals to the readers how far the League has come in supporting and valuing each other, an important turning point for readers, making her feelings and dialogue more meaningful than many of the other female characters’.

4) Toga’s obsession with identity–and its ties to her quirk–implies a significantly more interesting backstory than most other girls in the series. In a way that doesn’t happen for many other characters outside the villains, Toga’s quirk is directly tied her to mindset and behavior. She is obsessed with seizing the identities of the people she “loves” to actively become those people. It should be obvious that this obsession is a direct off-shoot of her powers. Imagine what life would be like for a child who could literally change identities any time she became dissatisfied with herself. Forming a personal identity is a complex process for human beings (google Erik Erikson’s Eight Stages for a more in-depth look), and it is also a process fraught with peril. Children and young adults who fail to develop healthy, complete self-identities struggle in a variety of ways, not the least of which is mental illness. How would a tiny young girl who was capable of completely altering her physical appearance and attitude, enough so to be easily mistaken for others, define her own personal identity? This is literally a nightmare scenario, ripe for the development of psychological issues. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out the start of Toga’s descent into madness was realizing that, by hurting others, she could become someone better, more popular, with more friends–someone happy. It makes perfect sense that Toga is the way she is now, with the quirk she has. Toga’s desperate love–her desperate desire to be someone else–is almost inevitably going to be tied to a shattered sense of self. This is why the issue of “villain quirks” is so interesting–did Toga ever have a chance to be “normal,” with a quirk that would have devastated the psyche of a growing child?

I don’t know when or if we’ll ever see Toga’s backstory, but just the hints we’ve been given are already enough to make it richer and more interesting to think about that almost any of the other female characters in the series.

Toga is great, and seeing what she gets reduces to by the fans (hell, and her own creator sometimes) seriously bums me out.

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Just the Way you Are part 1

This was created because I love the men of the MCU. But also, because I’ve been feeling a lot of insecurities about my looks lately, from society and from the things that people, even my own family, have said to me. I have drawn form my own experiences, especially for the hair one. But I’ve also drawn form experiences around me. I am tired of being insecure. That ends today. So, with prayer and trust in God and good friends and other supportive people in my life, I’m getting more confident.

Let’s go.

Collaboration with @chaneajoyyy

Skin- Peter Parker x Reader

You’re sitting on the patio of your parents’ house. It’s summer break and the sunshine are blanketing you in its light and warmth. The rays are sending beams against your skin. Your eyes are closed as you take in the sound of lawnmowers doing their job, and the leaves rustling in the trees from the cool summer breeze.

Until you hear a picture being taken on a phone.

Your eyes snap open and you look over to see your college boyfriend of three months, Peter Parker, looking like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar right before dinner.

‘’Babe, what are you doing?’’

‘’Taking a selfie.’’

‘’You don’t tale selfies with the font-facing camera,’ your eyes narrow, ‘’Where you are taking a picture of me?’’

He looks sheepish before showing you the photo that is now stored on his phone, ‘’I am.’’

‘’Um… why?’’

Peter runs a hand through his light brown hair as his eyes find the ground, unable to meet yours out of embarrassment.

‘’It’s just… your skin in the sunlight.’’

You feel your stomach tighten. You’ve always been a bit insecure abut he tone of your skin. You have vague memories of people telling you to stay out of the sun and of seeing horrid things about darker skin tones. It’s something you’re still working on overcoming, but there are still days where you wonder why the tone of your skin even matters to others.

‘’What about it,’’ you steel yourself, on the defense and ready to attack should you be attacked.

‘’It’s just…y you’re glowing. In the sunlight. You’re beautiful,’’ Peter says.

And, okay, you weren’t expecting that. So, you blink a couple of times before a breathtaking smile spreads across your face and you’re giggling into your palm.

‘’I mean it!’’ Peter chuckles, ‘’You’re gorgeous. I don’t know how anybody couldn’t’ see it,’’

You don’t look to Peter for validation. You really don’t. But he’s the first guy that’s complimented your skin, giving you the positive affirmation that you’ve been trying to give yourself for years.

‘’Thank you, Peter. I appreciate the compliment,’’ you speak genuinely.

‘’No worries. I, um… I never give out compliments without meaning it.’’

To Peter, it was probably just that- a compliment.

But to you, it was acceptance of sort. You’re learning to accept yourself, and the fact that Peter does, too, doesn’t hurt.

Peter totally doesn’t plan tons of outdoor activities for you two just because you look so wonderful in the sunlight. No, he doesn’t.

You do start loving your skin tone a bit more.

To him, that’s the greatest thing of all.

And you just happen to agree with him.

Hair-

Learning to love your 4c hair has always been a battle. When it wasn’t pressed or permed until it was bone straight, you either had a sew in or braids or twists. Wearing it out in a natural and unstrained state was something that you always wanted to do, but never had the courage to fulfill. Until this year.

You started small. You started by not wearing extensions and sew=ins as often. Then, you cut your own, still straightened, hair, into a pixie cut. Finally, you took the big leap of faith- going full natural.

And learning to embrace your curls has been sometimes rewarding, sometimes a struggle. Your Teenier Weenie Afro is a work in progress, and you often find yourself comparing it to others with bigger, fuller hair than yours. And it is especially difficult when you look at your best friend’s looser curls, her type 3 hair, and hear people praise hers while shaming yours.

So, it’s no surprise that, when Steve picks you up for date night, he finds you with ears in your eyes and fretting over your curls.

‘’Hey, hey, hey,’’ he rushes in the door of your apartment, setting the flowers he’d just bought for you on the table down and taking your face in his hands, ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’My dad.’’

From your expression and the tone of your voice, Steve can tell that it’s not something good.

So, he ushers you over to a seat and gives you a glass of water to help you calm down.

‘’What happened, doll,’’ Steve asks quietly.

‘’Well, we spent sometime together today. Everything was going great, it was fine. Really. Until he asked me when I was going to straighten my hair again. And I told him that I didn’t know. And I asked him, ‘’Why’’ you know? Because that’s so random. Then he starts telling me how he likes my hair better natural.’’

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Steve nonverbally expresses his disappointment. He’s known you for five years now, and he’s glad to see you embracing your curls. It’s something you’ve always told him you wanted to do. And, if you’re happy, then Steve’s happy.

‘’Who cares what he thinks? It’s your hair, not his.’’

‘’I know that I should not care,’’ you sigh, ‘’But you don’t understand ow big of a deal this is. A black girl’s hair is never ‘just hair’. I get told that my hair is unkempt and unprofessional and ugly. All because it grows from my scalp literally just like this and others don’t like it.’’

Steve has always tried to sympathize. However, he realizes that there are something’s that he can’t relate to. So, for those times, he does what he does best when it comes to you.

He listens.

He lets you cry and rant about your hair, about how it took you so long to like it and about how you want to straighten it. And about how you think all hair types are beautiful so why can’t people show you the same respect?

‘’It’s just… I don’t know,’’ you pull at a curl before letting it bounce back into place, ‘’Maybe I will straighten it.’’

‘’Only if you want to.’’

‘’But people- ‘’

‘’Will always have an opinion. And, sometimes, opinions can be wrong. In my opinion,’’ he jokes, ‘’And, babe, you are not your hair. I know I can’t always understand exactly what you feel, but I am trying to. Personally, I love your hair no matter how it is. I know that, deep down, you are still trying to do the same thing, if urn conversations are any indication. Your hair is a part of you. If you wouldn’t change yourself for just anyone, you shouldn’t change parts of yourself for just anyone either.

Those words throw you for a loop. Because for a large part of your life, you have felt that what you did for your hair was never your choice. It was always what your family liked, what your friends liked, what your classmate and co-workers like, what society liked.

But here is Steve Rogers and he loves your hair whether it’s straight and or in braids or with weave or in its natural state. And he’s accepting everything that you are still trying to learn how to cope with and eventually love.

Re still learning to love about he kinks and the coils that adorn the top of your head.

So, it’s not some pivotal, defining moment that happens that makes you decide to put down the tranters you ere about to use.

It’s the fact that you believe pole should be allowed to wear their hair the way they want to.

And screw anyone that can’t stand to see you happy with your hair, as it is now fuller and thicker and healthier.

Steve doesn’t’ know it, but this conversation will have a gauge effect in how you see yourself.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s what makes you point at the bottle of pink hair dye on the salon owner’s shelf six months later.

And maybe, just maybe, Steve hypes you up about your pink, dip -dyed afro as you burst through the door later.

Six years later, Steve will have a similar conversation about your hair with your daughter.

And he’ll say the same thing to her- that she is not her hair but that it is apart of herm should she choose for it to be.

You’ll sit back, waiting for her to digest those words in her five-year-old mind. She’ll see herself the way you see hermit he way sees her, the way that you now see yourself.

And maybe just maybe, you’ll get her to see her curls the way you see yours- as a crown.

Because you’re a queen.

You always have been.

Now, you just truly embrace that you are.

Lips- N’Jadaka ‘’Erik Stevens’’ Udaku aka Killmonger x Reader

Lips.

Erik loves to look at, kiss, taste, and bite them.

Specifically, yours.

You, on the other hand, do not always see your lips as wonderfully as Erik does. Some days you think they are too full, to plump, too big, Other days you wish that they could look fuller, that they could look as full and luscious as others seem to think they should be.

In Erik’s mind?

Bump all of that.

Your lips are perfect, despite what you or others has to say about them. And he’s going to get that into your head, one way or another,

So, he presses kisses to your lips daily. Runs his tomb across the skin of them and tells you how much he loves them.

Gently bites them and licks them before pulling away, leaving you biting the lips that he’s just finished verbally praising before he kissed you.

Tells you how good that lip-gloss tastes or how hot that new shade of lipstick is on you.

It’s a start, he thinks, when you start breaking out of your comfort zone and wearing different shades of lipstick. You switch it up a bit here and there- darker tones and lighter tones and neutral tomes and everything in between. He loves how the Coors you choose compliment your skin tone, but more importantly, how they make your lips look.

And, most importantly, he absolutely adores how you begin to feel about your looks.

It happens slowly.

One morning he’s getting ready for work and he notices you smiling at your reflection, gently touching your lips before picking out the purple lipstick you love so much to wear for the day.

Your social media no longer shows pictures of you doing anything to take the attention away from your lips. It’s not completely and explicitly stated, but he can see the change, the growth in confidence in your looks.

It’s slow progress, and it isn’t always steady progress. It’s progress none the less.

So, three months later, when he kisses you and groans out, ‘’I love your lips.’’

And you say, ‘’I know,’’ with a saucy wink and a smile, he can’t help but to grin back.

Because his girlfriend is finally beginning to see herself the way that he sees her,

The way that he hopes to see her for the rest of his life.

Because, honestly, he could hype you up about your lips until the end of the time.

If you say yes when he presents the ring to you tonight, he intends to do just that.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS OR THEIR FICTIONAL UNIVERSES, COUNTRIES, OR CITIES.

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Black Panther Review Articles 3

May contain spoilers

“Just because something works, doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

Shuri: Young, vibrant and intelligent -> the Carefree One Shuri is easily a favorite. Every character had a part to play and Shuri’s the one of untampered youth. She wasn’t naive, or even childish. Know the world, it’s history and being responsible for the technological aspects of her people’s livelihood kinda pushes those concepts away. But her brother has been able to keep her shelter from danger, from the harshness of life as much as possible and so while she has great capabilities and task she remains this breath of freshness. She’s a jokester, choosing her brother as her victim whenever possible. It’s her easy excitable nature that makes her so enjoyable- she just as intelligent if not more so than Tony Stark but has nothing of his flaws of grandeur. Her skills are amazing and she knows it but she never comes with a vibe of I’m better than you because I’m more intelligent. In fact get her to talking about her tech and she because more alive. In the film she’s allowed this carefree vibe that allows the production to present black youth as it is in social standings - you get amazing lines from her like the ‘what are those’ throwback.

“I am loyal to the throne, no matter who sits on it.”

Okoye: Controlled, powerful and responsible -> the Resilient One A lot of people claim to hate the strong black woman trope - toting dangers to nature forgetting that that trope actually was born from the many women who had to become resilient to their circumstances. The danger is not a strong black woman but the world that expects her to only just. Okoye is defined as strong not because she’s capable of maintaining her own in battle, but because she’s of conviction. She vows to do and so she does. Strength is sometimes simply being and or doing even when you don’t want to. A woman can be strong without being a stone wall of impenetrableness and the film never intended to write her as such. Easily on we’re introduced to her other sides, the teasing side, the side that considers her King a friend despite the boundaries that would normal eliminate such feelings. The soft edges of love. Although you bet your ass I’m here for the concept of her standing for her values no matter what and man literally dropping to his knees before her in repentance.

“It was my duty to fight for what I love.”

Nakia: Stubborn, determined and self confident -> the Willful one Nakia was everything weak people complain about (def men) - stubborn, opinionated, knowing of her own worth, determined and focused on her own desires and goals. These traits that black women are often faulted for having were not at all considered bad in Nakia. In fact they were her strengths and the exact thing that saved not only T'Challa but Wakanda itself. She the so call elusive woman, unpredictable and free but they don’t pull a pin up on her. They don’t make her overly sexual or seductive. They don’t overwhelm her presence with feminine whiles. She’s not there to be served on a platter to the Black Panther. Instead their chemistry is genuine. Old relations where the flame hasn’t died. She’s his confidant and his voice of reasons many times.

The ladies of Wakanda are beautiful and important because they are the reason Wakanda stands. Through the intelligence of technology, the strength of presence and the nature of determination. It’s Shuri’s creative mind that Wakanda’s foundation resides upon - the same technology they all depend on even in battle. Okoye leads the Dora in protection of the throne, its her single audacity to stand for that throne despite her own heart that stops the battle on the field. Nakia is a spy that has to adapt to every situation she’s placed in - and we see that strength constantly. It’s Nakia’s voice of reason that brings the white guy back that later stopped all their weapons from leaving. It’s her sense of right and determination that gets Shuri and the Queen from the hall - Erik would’ve killed them just because their loyalty is to T'Challa. It’s Nakia’s daring nature that puts T'Challa back in the power of the Black Panther. Wakanda would not still be standing as is without these brave women.

The film doesn’t tell you that these women are outstanding…they show you.

People say the women stole the show but that’s because they don’t understand the women were the show. T'Challa may be the King but they weren’t afraid to represent everyone else. They weren’t afraid to shine on those around him. I think people should understand this push of - all our people are important. The writers intention of show all sides of black people as we’ve never been shown. They showed you who all the characters were - that’s rare. Only the main leads get that treatment in most projects. But we know for us - black Panther was a chance to here about us and they took that opportunity. These black women - the carefree, the resilient, willful ones - they’re often bad mouth in real life, people ability to see only their flaws knows no bounds and yet the movie presents you with only their best.

These women were different from one another, they all surround the King for one reason or another but none stand within his shadow. They’re their own people and bring their own skills to the table.

Fashion and other important elements when it comes to women: The fashion was so on point with these ladies and it was not about the greedy eyes of men, it was not about the female form being sexualized. These women were not here to be anyone’s eye candy. They were beautiful just because they were. One of my favorite moments is in the beginning when Okoye tells T'Challa not to freeze when he sees Nakia and you automatically expect her to be decked out looking made up but when we actually get the first shot of her she’s in regular garb and has a head wrap on and yet T'Challa is still floored. It was a nice way to lead with the messgae that a black woman in her normal state is still beautiful. We were all pleased that they cast a dark skinned woman in such a role. They let her hair out and kept her in the wear. The clothing of the female guards are not fleshy and pretentious - in fact - when they tell Nakia to put on the outfit the words that were used was - its armor.

Danai is someone we’ve seen in this kind of role. Her work in The Walking Dead has exposed us all to seeing her in this kind of form - but, the difference with Black Panther is we get to celebrate her type of beauty. You have these women who walk around bald and they’re proud of it, they prefer it. I’ve said once that all women should cut their hair off at least once - because the experience of walking around in a world they thinks they get to decide what your hair should be and taking that away from them in every aspect is a powerful thing and has the ability to shoot your confidence sky high (trust I’ve done it twice). There’s nothing wrong with a woman without hair. She was more beautiful when she took off the wig and threw it at her opponent. We get to see Danai in this gorgeous flowing red dress that just looks like vengeance as she jumps from the upper floor.

My favorite wear came from Shuri though! Such diversity in her wear and yet none overly topping who her character was supposed to be. She rocked the braids but they showed just how fucking changeable that hair is. She rocked the solo bun, the double buns, the half up ponytail, the cropped back with the design - and it was a nice one too! She had the all white with the dress and sneaks, the belly design top, and then she had the nerve to be all decked out for battle! Y'all know she had that already prepped on the low rih? She just knew they were gonna need her on the battle field on day. She had her own weapons prepped and with accessories. It’s difficult to come better than Shuri - she was smart, funny, brave, and a fashionista all in her own right.

The film didn’t balk on showing these women’s greatness while not using it as a peepshow.

Woman can be deadly in anything. They can be gorgeous in any state. And more importantly they hold the autonomy to their own being.

Casting:

I love this whole cast - I’ve said it since the casting list was released. Letitia Wright was a new face for me. I’ve only seen her in one other production and that was Black Mirror - and I was super hyped afterwards because she is so phenomenal. She def the breakout queen, the love people have for her after Shuri will hopefully propel her career because she’s got it. seeing her and Chadwick play ff one another as siblings was one of the best elements to the entire movie. Shuri is one of the best things in the entire movie if we’re to be frank. She meshed into this character, slid into them shoes as though they were her own.

It has def felt like Lupita has been killing the game recently and she deserves it. She just brings so much light and fun with her. I think a lot of us look up to her confidence and her nature to not back down in this world thats hardly ready for a woman like her. I felt like she had been waiting to play this role. Like I said before - its imperative for women like her to be presented with roles such as these. Its only then that you can see theres no difference and we can deliver just like everybody else.

Danai has been my love since she first walked onto the screen In The Walking Dead. Seeing her kickass, seeing her being emotional, seeing her being so predominate in fandom was just exciting. So when I heard she was getting cast for this I was ecstatic. You cannot go wrong with this woman. I feel like she does so well because even with cast mates its not a competition for her, its not about outshining or outdoing. She just has this presence and she brings that to her characters.

I’m happy they went with these women. If they make a part 2 I demand they bring them all back!

#black panther #women of wakanda #shuri #nakia #okoye #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #danai gurira #reviews #black panther review articles #part 3 #movies #spoilers #marvel

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Okay, I have a lot of thoughts on Black Panther and I don’t want this to turn into a humongous essay, so I’m just going to list stuff I liked and thought was so great about it even though it wasn’t perfect (still great and so deep though):

The extravagant and lush visual aesthetics (WAKANDA!!!! The clothes and hairstyles. The colors. EVERYTHING)

The cast is so strong...and so beautiful

THE TECHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD! OHHHHHHH MY GOD! THE SUITS. THE “SNEAKERS” (I LOVE YOU, SHURI). THE NECKLACES. THE KIMOYO BEADS. THE SHIELDS. THE HEALING BED. THE CAR AND PLANE CONTROLLED FROM THE LAB. EVERYTHING!

Such a great score that sets Black Panther completely apart from the rest of the MCU and 99.99999% of studio movies

Inspiration drawn from a rich tapestry of African cultures

Multiple languages (look, some of their accents were...not that strong tbh, but yoooo, they spoke in Xhosa! And Korean! Lupita’s accent made me cringe so hard because it was really bad, but she tried and she spoke a lot more lines of Korean that I would have expected. Ad as someone who always sees Asian people and Asian countries depicted in a certain type of way, I was 1) flattered by what I just said, 2) surprised that the Busan scenes lasted as long as they did (I thought they’d pull an AoU where we saw two seconds of Seoul), and 3) excited that they showed different glimpses of Busan. Ryan picked Busan because AoU got Seoul and he wanted something different and wanted something similar to Wakanda in terms of that balance between being grounded in tradition while being futuristic and thought Busan was perfect.

An African country untouched by white colonialism that’s extremely advanced in every way possible

A discussion about the African diaspora and in this case specifically, the difference between African Americans and Africans? WHAT?!?! A MAJOR TENTPOLE FILM DID THAT! So important because people just lump black people together, but there’s a sense of displacement and loss, an identity struggle, and a lot of generational and historical trauma that a lot of African Americans feel (and Afrolatinos, Afro-Caribbeans, etc.). And Ryan and Chadwick talked about how they thought this movie would resonate beyond black people—and it is, considering how well it’s doing here and abroad (did you see the records they’re breaking? TRUST ME, it’s even more impressive if you go back and see what industry estimates were before the movie came out even when pros were accounting for all the hype and how historic this movie is)—and yeah, this was the part that really got to me and I’m sure that it did for a lot of people who live hyphenated existences because they’re from an immigrant family. Erik being seen as “lesser than” in the U.S. and being seen as an outsider and “not one of them” in Wakanda even though he’s both American and Wakandan...bruh, that was REAL. I mean, thankfully I’ve never had to deal with anything super bad, but if you don’t talk like them and you don’t act like them? I know friends whose relatives frowned upon them because they weren’t ____ enough and they were “too” American when they’re treated as inferior over here. But going back to the African diaspora thing, this is especially important because I feel like people don’t assume African Americans go through this as well (unless they get all racist and shout “Go back to Africa!”). I don’t know. It’s important for black people to see that on screen, for me as a non-black person to see that, and for other non-black people to see that this is a thing too.

The pain that black people suffered at the hands of white people being addressed and more importantly, being shown as something that not only continues to have a massive effect on how black people are treated currently, but also something that STILL continues to be a thing albeit in different forms (so so so brilliant to start the movie off in 1990s Oakland with N’Jobu after the monologue).

The criticism of colonialism, American imperialism (past AND current (Erik is not only a product of that, but he carried it out too)), slavery, xenophobia, and isolationism.

The timeliness of BP when there’s a refugee crisis, racism is running rampant, xenophobia is a big thing, etc. and BP shows that, no, you can’t just shut yourself behind walls because people are suffering and if you can do something about it, then YOU SHOULD because otherwise you’re complicit (NAKIA WAS RIGHT)

GENDER EQUALITY. They don’t make a big deal out of it! The women are equal to the men and it’s just the way it is. And all of those women? None of them are generic Strong Women. They’re all so distinct in their own ways, and they play such big, meaty roles. Honestly, I’d go as far as saying that they actually outshone T’Challa. T’Challa literally “died” for a good while and I didn’t even miss him because the female characters were written so well and were so important to the story that it was their story too. I remember thinking in the theater what it would be like if any of the other solo movies did that and was mindblown because it would be SUCH A BALLSY THING TO DO. Never mind the women thing, it’s super risky to do that to your main character whom the film is about in general. But BP DID THAT. And it was all the more amazing because the characters who carried the film were black women. I’ve never seen such a balanced act before.

SO MANY WOMEN TOO. I’ve never seen so many women in one MCU film before. Same goes for the Netflix side of things (and uh, if you think Jessica Jones is the show with the best female representation, I disagree with you because Luke Cage exists and did better on female representation than JJ, don’t @ me)

Speaking of women, omg okay, I can’t pick a favorite character because is it Shuri? Is it Nakia? Okoye? (And then there’s M’Baku and T’Challa...and everyone....why is this cast so amazing???!?!!?!)

Also, with Shuri, I love how you see the friction between tradition and modernity. What a super young POC experience. Really loved the contrast between her and some of the others who put a lot of value in customs and cultural values. Like the way she got fussy over her traditional clothes, the way she got bored with the ceremony? It made me laugh and think about some people I knew growing up. I don’t think they’ll ever get around to it because it’s not important to the story, but it’ll be interesting to see how the scales go back and forth on that for her.

Speaking of traditions, I love the conversation on respecting them, but recognizing that there has to be change and there has to be progress because the previous generation failed (and it’s on the youth to not rectify the mistakes, but to surpass the previous generation and be better than them) and people got left behind and hurt in the process.

And omg I was worried that Everett Ross would play a bigger role than he actually did, so I’m so relieved at how he was essentially a plot device (same with Klaue). I didn’t think Ryan and co. would want to make him play a big role, but I didn’t know how much Marvel pushed for Ross to be in it. I was surprisingly not irritated by him and ended up liking him enough, mainly because he showed up very little and mainly because of the way he was treated in Wakanda. Lmao forever at “Don’t scare me like that, colonizer!” and M’Baku just shutting him up and judging him at every turn.

LOL I SAID I WAS GOING TO TRY TO KEEP THIS SHORT, BUT OBVIOUSLY I FAILED SO I’M GOING TO STOP HERE. THIS IS THE MOST POLITICALLY CHARGED, DEEP, AND UNIQUE MARVEL FILM EVER AND IT’S SO GREAT! I CAN’T BELIEVE WE GOT SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN THE MCU.

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The Red Door Pt. 2

Author’s Note - I want to thank every one of you that liked, commented, or either reblogged this. I appreciate the love and support tremendously. I am still incredibly nervous about my writing but, thanks to you all I am gaining confidence. I love you guys from the bottom of my heart.

You watched his former cold, almost ghastly demeanor resurface in his body language shortly after speaking. The anger you felt somewhat dissipated but it wasn't enough, and he knew that too. "W-what? Lose me, lose me how Erik? I've been trying to be there for you this entire time and you shut me out. You shut me out for months Erik! Months," you said. You tried to mask the broken-heartedness in your voice but, to your amazement, your body brought forth candor expressed by something so simple. Your tears. You felt them rudely glide down your heart-shaped cheeks.

“C’mon don’t do that,” Erik responded. “Don’t.” he pleaded once more. He took a deep breath and watched you for a brief moment. He seemed unsure of himself and felt conflicted about his next words and actions towards you. He knew he had to execute them both in a calculated manner. So, he did just that. He embraced your weak, emotionally exhausted body. You felt his warmth and breathed him in. You weren’t just breathing in his cologne or his fresh-scented clothing but instead, you breathed in who he was and who he used to be for you. A sweet somewhat corny, being that held so much light. You remembered how he oozed so much positivity you almost found it annoying. He complimented you perfectly. Erik complimented your perception of life being half-cup full or half-cup empty personality. He brought the best out of you and your union with him delivered a savory-sweet combination. He was your best friend and you swore every time you guys were together you felt your soul dance. You never told him that because it felt too intimate and honestly, you were embarrassed. You felt his full lips softly press against your forehead followed by a gentle brush of his hand on your back.

Erik pulled back slowly placing his hands upon your shoulders. “We can’t talk here aight? Tomorrow I’ll text you the time and the place,” he said sternly.

You couldn’t contain your excitement which spiked the upcoming word vomit. “We can just talk now actually. If you just let me in-” you said.

“Nah, I said tomorrow. We’ll do it then. Um, get home safe.” he said. He abruptly turned from you and closed the door in your face. Only if he would’ve let you in you thought. You watched his red door close and suddenly you felt your soul stop dancing.

You cleared your throat and muttered to yourself “Tomorrow then.”

You wiped your tears harshly from your face still holding complete and utter disgust for them. You pulled your grey over-sized hoodie over your precious dark rich curls and began walking down the hall towards the exit. You felt your phone vibrate against your thigh. You pulled your phone out of your light blue jeans to answer it.

“Hey, mama. Just leaving Erik’s,” you said solemnly.

“Did he answer this time baby? You know I’ve been praying,” she responded.

You knew if you told your mother the truth about actually seeing Erik for the time in months, you would never get off of the phone. You didn’t feel like being bombarded with a bunch of questions and most importantly you didn’t feel like celebrating a false victory. You weren’t even sure if him coming outside of his apartment was a legitimate step.

“I know ma, another knock and no answer.” you lied. You made it out of the apartment complex and reached your car. You went inside the pouch of your hoodie to grab your keys.

Your mother sighed on the phone. “Well I’ll keep praying and you keep trying to. I know God is going to heal that pain he’s feeling ... and yours too baby.”

Your phone vibrated again. “Hold on mama,” you replied. You saw that you received a text from Erik. “Mama, I’m going to call you right back when I get home,” you promised. You unlocked the message with trembling hands.

Erik: Meet me at the spot at 8 tomorrow.

You texted back that you would and sat in your car. Maybe this wasn’t a false victory after all. You would be meeting Erik where it all began tomorrow. The spot.

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