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alexa-fika · 20 days

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Idk which pirate crew to choose but what about a fem ghost child who lives on an island or ship. Their pretty lonely since they died alone and all they want is a family. So when a pirate crew shows up she kinda tries to keep them from leaving. Kinda angsty? Maybe the crew ends up adopting her??

Hunger and Solitude (Brook x f!child!ghost!reader x Sanji)

A/N y’all I cooked right here, I ‘ll be homest when I read this I was like UM BROOK 100% but then I was like thinking of the plot and the backround of Reader for the story and I was like I need Sanji here. This story is more on the heavy side and unlike my other ones this is not the squealing like a little kid type as it includes themes of death and starvation but just as wholesome in my opinion

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Brook found himself walking around the cabin his crew had ended up in, attempting to take shelter from a snowstorm that raged on the island they were visiting.

The abandoned cabin, if one could call it that, didn’t seem abandoned at all; it seemed weird to the skeleton. Usually, he would be against abandoned places, lest they find a ghost or other undead beings, but this place seemed taken care of; everything was in order, no dust, no cobwebs, no roof caving in on itself; it seemed like a typical house, but yet not a soul could be found.

“Brook, you noticed it too, right?” Sanji says, walking up to him, the usual cigarettes resting between his lips

“Yes, this place… it’s abandoned, and there isn’t anyone here or around, yet this place is immaculate,” he replies, glancing around the room

“There has to be someone here,” The chef concludes

Dokucha looked down at the two men, studying them from the rafters up above

Brook paused at the sound of a childish giggle, slowly looking up and spotting a small girl looking back at him

“…”

“A GHOST!” He cries, pulling out his sword from the cane

“You’re a skeleton!” Sanji hollers back at him, annoyed

“Stop!”

Brook stills for a second, taking over the ghost that was, at this point, in front of them

“You’re a child…”

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay; we have no intentions of hurting you,” Sanji said, kneeling down to her level and trying to ease her down

Brook sheaths his sword once again. He looked around once again, still perplexed at this place

“You live here, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said, sniffling

“Where are your Parents?” he asked, despite deep down already knowing the answer

“They all died, rain never came, and food ran out.“ she cried

“I stayed, but I saw momma starve, I saw papa starve, and no one came back.”

Brook and Sanji, both still at that, memories both flooding their minds at the story of the small girl

“So you stayed here, alone, by yourself, all by yourself,” Brook muttered

“I am deeply sorry, little Madam; I know the feeling very well.”

After the words had been spoken a sudden chill filled the air, snow beginning to blast around them as white began to cover the room they stood in

Sanji looks up at the spectable and back down at the girl, quick to understand the connection between the two

“Shut up! You don’t, you don’t know what it feels like!” She screams, eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with both fury and pain

“Yes, I do,” The skeleton spoke

“LIAR” she growled as hail began to fall around them

“I cannot relate to starving to death, but I can relate to having to watch everyone around you die while you remain.”

“You’re lying!.” She hisses

“I am not lying to you, Madam,” He says calmly

“My whole crew died in front of me.”

The raging storm around them begins to lessen around them at the comment, furious winds going down to a cold breeze brushing against them as the girl stared wide eyes at the swordsman

“T-they died?” she said, stepping closer to the skeleton

“They did.”

She walks towards him

“But you stayed? Alone?”

“I did.”

With that the wind around them stilled, the snow that pelted them before now falling melancholically from the ceiling

“It hurts…” she cries

“I know, little Madam,” he says, opening his arms, signaling her to come closer

She runs to him, sobbing in his arms

“I miss Mama; I miss Papa!”

Brook wraps his embrace around the young girl, slowly rocking her back and forth

“Don’t cry; it will be okay. “

She turned her head to look at the blond man

“Did you stay behind, too?” She asked between her sobs and hacks

“Not quite,” Sanji replies

“I… I know what it is to starve, however,” He said, putting his hand over her head

“I got washed to an uninhabitable land with…my father. Our resources eventually ran out. I had thought father had more food and went after him only to find out he had given his rations to me, and he had taken to eat his own leg to survive.”

“It hurt so much, the pangs, I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t get up,” she weeped

“I know…im sorry, i’m sorry” he whispered

“Little Madam, this snowstorm, it’s your doing, isn’t it?” Brook replied, sitting down with Sanji and Dokucha next to him; once the girl had calmed down

“It is…I’m sorry I kept Mister Brook and Mister Sanji and their friends here, but… it’s been so long since I saw someone, and I got excited, but you were about to leave, and I … I didn’t want to be alone again.”

“Don’t apologize. Your intentions were not to hurt us, and I’m grateful because we got to meet you,” Sanji replies to the little girl

“How long have you been living here by yourself?” Brook asked curious

She shrugs

“A long time”

Sanji and Brook glanced at each other; at that moment, the two men had silently agreed to something; they were not leaving this place without the girl

“Dokucha, why don’t you come with us?” asked Sanji

“Come with you?”

Sanji nods. “Yes, you know a ship? Where we all live. A ship with a nice kitchen, and plenty of others that will always look out for you”

“You want me?”

“Of course!” Brook says, reaching out his hand toward her

“Come on, you're not staying.”

“You will love our Captain, you know? He won’t leave without you either.”

“Are you sure?”

The two men nodded with a smile on their face

“Of course, of course! Now, come on! Yohohoho,” Brook said, standing up, grabbing the girl, throwing her in the air, and laughing further when the girl let out an airy string of elated giggles at the action

“We won’t let you be alone anymore.”

“And I will never let you be hungry ever again, you hear?”

“Thank you, Misters, Thank you!” she cried, hugging the skeleton’s neck, more tears cascading down her eyes at the turn of events

“I have never been happier than I am now,” she confesses

“Yohohoho, I know that feeling as well, little Madam!”

“Don’t cry, and don’t worry, if you ever feel alone, if you ever feel lonely, you can always come and talk to us, alright?” He says to her

“The crew and us will always make some time for you, so you won’t be alone again.”

Who the hell is cutting onions? Im not crying you are 😭

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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summertime crushin’

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: In Shuri’s attempts to follow in her brother's footsteps and continue his work with the Wakandan International Outpost Facilities, she finally takes up Riri’s offer to visit Chicago. However, she isn’t sure if it's the intense summertime heat that has her face burning or the incredibly talented dance choreographer Riri is friends with.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: For the two dances mentioned: the first is “Killing Me Softly” by Lauryn Hill, choreography by Evan Miller (0:08-2:10), and the second is “BMO” by Ari Lennox, choreography by YeoJin (0:00-1:15), of which (Y/N) is the middle dancer with coloured hair. I’ve had this idea since FOREVER and finally had enough of it swimming in my head, so I finally wrote it down. Hope you all enjoy!

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @6-noir @playhousedistee @shuririsdefenseattorney @shuriszn @zayswriting @wrendermedone @writingintheshadowsforever @mbakuetshurisprincess @verachii @shurisbigtoe

“So the arts are a prominent aspect of the city’s identity?”

“We don’t got our own Broadway title for nothin’, Shuri.”

Shuri could admit to herself that she never thought much of the US outside of the horrible government leadership and the plethora of pathetic white supremacists who hid behind a thin veil of patriotism. She admired her brother’s work, though, with wanting to provide more than adequate resources to black communities all over the US, and as her new title required her to take up the work in question, it only made sense that she’d cut her vacation in Haiti short to get acclimated to the work her brother and mother maintained.

Shuri could also admit that the immense creativity and artistry from members of the Lost Tribe gave her a culture shock she didn’t know she needed to prepare herself for. Even in her mid-twenties, the queen-presumptive had so much to learn about the people who had been stripped of their lineage and ripped from the motherland. No amount of reading or digesting news reports could amount to actually witnessing it in person.

Which is exactly why Riri, Shuri’s self appointed guide to all things Chicago, was escorting the scientist around all the most notable establishments pertaining to all this visual and performance art. From the Chicago Art Museum to watching bands play on corners of sidewalks, Shuri never found herself bored or tired of the activities. And next on the list of places to visit was a storefront dance studio belonging to a friend of the young engineer, of which Riri was rather ecstatic about, as she hadn’t seen this friend since their highschool days.

Shuri didn’t know what to expect when she entered into the storefront dance studio, following Riri in close pursuit so as to not get lost amongst the other bodies leaving the space. Her only exposure to black American dance was from short clips online she had searched up as a child. Though in an ever changing society, the dark skinned woman was sure that what she had been exposed to prior would surely not be the same as what she would be walking into now.

Shuri is pulled into a room that’s blasting music from the speakers, a song from a voice the queen-presumptive remembers belongs to that of the infamous Lauryn Hill. The robust deepness of the rapper’s voice rises goosebumps along Shuri’s skin, bare and showing her deeply melanated tone. She’s in a forest green tank top that emphasizes her shoulders, her golden necklace housing her panther suit rested neatly around her neck. Black shorts clothed her legs, stopping just above her knees, and on her feet for a pair of strapped slides similar to ones her brother wore long ago. Of course, one could not forget the black shade which hid her eyes, and the majority of her identity, from everyone around her.

Compared to Riri, who wears a white cropped tank, black jogging pants and white AF1’s, the engineer looks much more prepared for a dance class than Shuri is, but she was quickly assured that they wouldn’t be dancing, but rather, watching a few of the dances done by the students within the class. It eased Shuri for a moment, until she walked into the dance space with the loud music reverberating through the walls of the studio. With the melody and bass over taking her body, Shuri couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“This is one of the best dance studios in the city,” Riri says over the music as the two make their way to the front of the crowd of students, “they do everything from Hip-Hop to R&B, and everything in between.”

Shuri nods along as she takes note of the three men standing in the middle of the crowd. They seem to be hyping themselves up up as the first part of the Lauryn Hill song plays, preparing for their routine.

“You about to get a taste of what real art looks like.” Riri muses, as the aforementioned men take their places as the first chorus of the song ends, and the second verse, and ultimately, their routine, begins.

Firstly, Shuri hadn’t expected for the male dancers to have such languid movements. The smoothness of their steps and transitions between each move seemed flawless, and she soon found herself entranced by the dance routine paired with the music playing. Much more, she notes just how happy they are at the moment. The popping and locking is precise, each one garnering a roar from their audience, in turn spreading smiles across the dancers faces. It feels their energy, keeping the precision consistent with the execution of each move. Even as one dancer falls off at what seems to be the end of the official routine, two of them stay on the main floor. They feed off of each other’s energies, dancing around each other in a near touch that shows the trust in each other and the intuition of each dancer. They move as if they’re reading each others mind, circling and molding around each other in a way Shuri had never seen before. And by the end of the performance, the queen-presumptive finds herself yearning for more.

“Bast”, Shuri gasps in shock, “I’ve never seen anything like this. Not even back home!”

Riri encourages Shuri’s amazement, engaging with her in reveling about the choreography they had just witnessed. Her attention is taken when she feels a tap on her shoulder, and when Riri turns around, she releases a shriek of happiness as she embraces the person who’d come up to her.

Shuri is able to get a good look at the person when Riri pulls away. A woman of melanated skin, sun-kissed and glossed over undoubtedly by perspiration, sporting a gray jogging suit set with the hoodie bunched up and hiked over on one shoulder, revealing a black sports bra underneath.

“You made it, Ri!” You exclaim in your embrace of the engineer, hugging her tight as a long lost friend should. “Fuck, I’m so glad youre here; it’s been years!”

“I heard you were back in town, I knew exactly where yo’ ass was gon’ be.” Riri replies, gesturing for you to step forward to be introduced to Shuri.

“This is the friend I told you I was bringing.” Riri reminds, earning a gentle smile from you to Shuri. “Shuri, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Shuri.”

You held your hand out for a handshake, but Shuri is too distracted by how pretty you are. “It’s nice to meet you,” you greet, “I’ve never met a queen before. Hope it’s not awkward…?”

“No, no,” Shuri quickly reassures, raising her hand to finally take yours in your greeting, “not awkward at all. And the pleasure is mine.”

Shuri isn’t sure what caught her attention first - the fact that you’re half exposed with your hoodie only properly being on half way, exposing your toned stomach from what Shuri suspects is years of dance, or the way your eyes glisten with excitement, or the way your skin is glowing. She just knows that you’re very pretty and it’s making her look like a fool in front of someone she just met. And she doesn’t do well when that happens.

“My piece is up next,” you say, which brings Shuri out of her head and causes her ears to burn slightly, as she was so stuck in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that her hand still held yours in a firm grip. She quickly pulls it away, muttering a quiet apology in return, but you reassure her that she was alright, “you guys sticking around after?”

“Hell yeah we are,” Riri hurriedly answers, “you owe me lunch, cuz you got some explaining to do about how you just dipped and ain’t say shit.”

“Fine, fine,” You relent, “lunch on me. We’ll figure it out when I’m done, cool?”

Though you don’t give them much time to respond, as you’re already backing away as you hear your song being played over the speakers, and your dance partners already in place. Riri throws you a quick thumbs up, granting you the relief you need for jogging out onto the dance floor.

Shuri’s eyes follow you intently as you meet up with the two other dancers located on the floor. She, however, feels a pair of eyes on her, and turns to meet Riri, who has a look on her face that Shuri can only akin to smugness.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shuri questions slowly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Hm,” Riri humans, “nun’.”

“Don’t do that!” Shuri groans.

“Do what?” Riri asks. “I ain’t do nun’...I just peep shit and keep it movin’.”

“Exactly,” Shuri responds, “and what exactly did you ‘peep’-?”

“Shhhh,” Riri shushes Shuri as the melody for the verse comes in, “they’re starting!”

It doesn’t take much effort for Shuri’s attention to shift directly onto you, and she’s actually glad she has these shades on, because she has an idea of what Riri says she ‘peeped’, and the intensity of her stare would have given Riri all the proof she needed to confirm her suspicions.

From the very start of the music, your body moves fluidly, as if you were a deity of water, at home in your element. There’s a certain aura you carry - one of power and respect that you’re sure has earned you your place in this studio. Each and every one of your moves garners a roar of encouragement from the audience, and it spurs you on more and more, feeding off of the crowd's energy. The suave and swag that oozes from your persona has everyone on the edge of their seat. It becomes clear to Shuri that you weren’t just a dancer for entertainment. This was your very lifestyle, and you’ve made it your identity in every way imaginable. She watched as life was breathed into you on the dance floor, spurred on by the crowd’s hype, feeding into your ego.

And by the time your set has finished, Shuri finds herself falling in love with Chicago a little bit more, and experiencing her first summertime crush.

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sweetestofchaos · 3 months

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pick for me | m.yg

s. you need help and thankfully yoongi is home.

p. yoongi x black!reader

w. teasing, kissing, light body worship, reader has twists

r. mature | sfw

wc. 973

a/n: drabble was inspired by this gif set made by @dasisugarun. i saw the gif set and couldn't help myself. yoongi looked so damn good and it just melted my brain. divider/support made by @hitobaby

You can’t choose between the two dresses laid out on your bed. You have a luncheon to go to in a little over two hours from now and you really rather not embarrass yourself. You know that your boyfriend, Yoongi, is working from home today. You wonder if maybe he can offer his option on your dresses? The pink dress is cute and will make your melanated skin glow. Whereas the cream and black dress is a classic choice that will look elegant and show off your shoulders.

Giving one last look at the dresses, you tuck a missed twist from your messy bun behind your ear and leave the bedroom in search of Yoongi. You find him a few moments later, lounging on the couch with his laptop perched in his lap and headphones over his ears. He looks cute, you think to yourself. You love when he dresses up but you love it even more when he is like this. Barefaced, cozy and comfortable. Tucked away from the world, safe in your shared home. His dark hair is hidden by the black beanie on his head and as he inhales deeply before letting out a loud sigh, you know now is the time to interrupt him.

“Yoongi?”

You call his name loud enough that he might hear over whatever music is playing but he doesn’t budge. Walking closer to him, you tap his shoulder and he turns his head towards you. His eyes raise in surprise at seeing you beside him and you watch as he drinks in your half dressed body. The purple silk duster you have on is doing very little to hide what is underneath; which isn’t very much. A black and green two-toned lace thong sits on your hips and that’s it. You aren’t wearing a bra just yet since you aren’t sure what dress you will wear.

Yoongi pulls his headphones from his ears, resting him around his neck. His eyes linger on the swell of your exposed chest. He licks his lips and you gently reach your hand out to cup his chin.

“My eyes are up here, handsome.”

You smile sweetly as Yoongi allows for you to raise his face and he gives you that wonderful gummy smile.

“How can I ignore such a sight?”

You roll your eyes and giggle as he pulls you into his lap. His hands are warm as they squeeze and rub against your thighs and hips. He sprinkles light kisses along your neck and noses at the collar of your robe ‘causing it to slip down your shoulder. At the sight of more exposed skin, Yoongi groans and presses firmer kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“Yoongi?” You whisper as your hands rest against his chest. He hums against your skin and you sigh. Trailing your hands up the length of his neck, your fingers creep underneath his beanie and you tug at his dark stans lightly.

“Lil busy darlin.”

“Yoongi, I had a question for you.”

At that, Yoongi pulls his face away from your shoulder and looks into your eyes. You have his full attention and grin. He is such a wonderful boyfriend.

“I can’t decide between two dresses. Can you pick for me?”

He blinks slowly at your words, reminding you of an owl. You can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about your question.

“This isn’t one of those pranks, right?”

“What?”

“You know where the woman asks her husband or whatever to pick an outfit and she picks the other one?”

You laugh with a shake of your head. You know exactly what he is talking about.

“No. This isn’t that, babe. I really can’t decide.”

Yoongi nods his head and sucks in a deep breath before he lets it out while clearing his throat. He pats your hip and loosens his hold on you.

“Show ‘em to me.”

Grinning, you move to get off Yoongi’s lap and he grabs you back quickly.

“Are you wearing your hair up or down?”

“Huh?” You think about the two dresses and shrug your shoulders. “Down, I guess.”

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi removes the hair tie from your messy bun and your twists fall around your shoulders and face. Reaching out, Yoongi tucks a few behind your ear and clicks his tongue as he pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“How gorgeous are you…a fucking dream.” Yoongi whispers and pulls you into a sweet kiss. His fingers flex and dig into your hips making your moan into the kiss. Yoongi smirks and nips at your lips.

“I-I should go.”

“Yeah? You think so?” Yoongi mutters against your mouth and you nod your head. Your lips stay pressed against his. He kisses you harder, pulling you closer to his chest, holding you tighter. He breaks the kiss suddenly and nuzzles his nose against yours. “Go on darlin. Show me what you picked.”

You pout and Yoongi chuckles as he pecks your lips once more, “Go on.”

You slip off Yoongi’s lap and head back into the room to get dressed into the first dress. In the living room, Yoongi flops back on the couch and groans. He is hard and he wants to bend you over the back of the couch so badly. He looks at the hair tie on his wrist and smirks as he slips his hand under his beanie and plays with his hair. If he remembers correctly, your outing isn’t for another two hours or so.

He weighs the pros and cons of interrupting you and licks his lips. “Ah, we got time.”

Yoongi picks himself up off the couch and throws his beanie onto the cushion. “Jagiya! Don’t get dressed yet!” Yoongi calls out as he makes his way to the bedroom.

#yoongi fic #yoongi drable #yoongi fluff #yoongi x black!reader #fic: pick for me #soc yoongi

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ventingfanfics · 1 year

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Better Boyfriend (Riri x Reader)

Fluff?

There was a rather aggressive knock on the door. As it continued, you were ready to confront the culprit. Not only were you being interrupted from a task, but this person had the audacity to come to your dorm acting like they were the police.

“Who is it?” You demanded before pulling the door open. The glare on your face faded. You and the uninvited guest stared at each other. Clearing your throat, you spoke. “How can I help you?” Your confrontational tone was replaced with a slightly dull one. But there was nothing boring about the girl standing in front of you—and not just because she’d carried on like she wanted to break your door down.

Your eyes drank in the simple gray T-shirt that clung to her body revealing a sliver of melanated skin that rested just above her jeans. Talk about wearing the outfit and not letting it wear you. Her brown eyes, framed by long lashes, inspected you as well.

“Apologies about the banging,” she said, her assertiveness unwavering. “Is Eden here?” Her eyes left yours for the first time as she looked past you, hoping to get a peek of the man in question. That man was your boyfriend. Unfortunately.

Cocking an eyebrow, you asked her why.

“‘Cause he needs to run me my money.”

Your mouth parted in both shock and realization. Of course money was the reason this young woman had been pounding at your door. You looked at her hands to see if there were any bruises. Then you snapped out of it.

You sighed, folded your arms, and shook your head. “I told that damn boy. I’m so sorry he keeps doing this to you. You should definitely drop him. He’s a terrible client.”

The young lady began to smile. Goodness, she was even more beautiful than you thought. “Trust, this is the last time I will ever do business with him. Are you his girlfriend?”

You looked right at her, tilting your head some. “Unfortunately. Oh, and he’s not here, he’s at the gym—or so he claims. You can come in and we’ll wait ’til he gets back and beat his ass?”

She laughed and you decided you liked the sound.

“Or I can just pay you back the money,” You added, knowing she’d probably very obviously prefer that option. But you were also trying to see something.

“I’m not gonna lie, I do wanna beat his ass,” She said, earning a light giggle from you, that in turn made her do the same. “But I’d rather take his girl instead.” There was not a trace of amusement in her face now. If anything, it looked she’d been activated into savage mode. She smirked at your noticeably breathless expression. “What do you say, beautiful?”

You laughed in awe, licking your lips, and smiling. “I’ll do you one better…What did you say your name was again?”

“Riri. Yours?”

You gave your name and invited her to come inside.

“Hold on a second, I need to do one thing,” You said with a reassuring smile before grabbing your phone. You listened to Eden’s phone ring until he finally answered, sounding out of the breath.

Whether it was from the gym or his “activities” with another girl, you didn’t care. “Yeah, Eden? Can you pay Riri? For fuck’s sake, if you don’t want to pay her for her services, then learn to write a decent fucking paper.”

“I’m zelling it to her now!”

“And the interest.” You turned to the hottie in your living room. “Riri? Let me know if you get the money.”

She was staring at you deeply but nodded nonetheless.

“Are you with her?” Eden sounded pathetically confused.

“You never know,” You answered smugly.

“I got it,” Riri informed you.

“Plus interest?”

“Plus interest.” She showed you her screen.

You nodded once and talked back to Eden. “She got it, but one more thing before I go.”

“Okay?”

“It’s over.”

Riri looked impressed and bemused. “And I thought I was a savage. You got me beat, Y/N!”

“Oh, this has been a long time coming,” You replied, blocking Eden on your phone. “He can’t be decent to people, not even his own girlfriend. Not my problem anymore.”

“I can be a better boyfriend than him anyways.”

You laughed, though your heart fluttered at Riri’s words and how she eyed you when she spoke them.

If there was one thing Eden was good for, it would be him bringing you and her to each other.

#riri williams #riri x reader #riri wiliams x reader #riri x you #riri x y/n #riri imagine #ironheart #riri fanfiction

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turn-up-the-truth · 10 months

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Amy Benson

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“Amy, are you A GAY?” I could hear my mother’s Nigerian accent in my head while I was swooning over these photos. It made me super weak with laughter as I envisioned her being utterly confused about what exactly queer means.

Here’s the thing, Nigerian parents have a way of ignoring things that they don’t want to know the answer to or already know the answer to but don’t want to acknowledge or discuss it.

Before getting “left on read” was a thing on social media or via text, Nigerian parents had already mastered this art.

Curating and maintaining privacy while being explosively socially active is a life skill I should add to my resume. It’s been by choice and design until love happened to me. Like love love.

And besides, these photos are honestly too beautiful not to share sooo.....

SHE is Her:

I’ve fallen deeply in love with a woman. Although she’s not the first woman I’ve been intimate with, in the past I’ve consciously steered clear of relationships with women. “Nah, I don’t date women.” I’ll be honest, anything more than physical seemed “too gay” for me. Whatever that means. Chileeee I’m already unpacking that. I’ll report back when that “luggage” is empty, “clothes” are folded, and all are stored away.

SHE has allowed me to be more vulnerable, transparent, and even more expressive than I was before. Her beauty is enamoring, her touch is intoxicating, and she sings a song that puts my soul at ease. Bae can sang sang. She melts my heart...her dimples are wide and deep enough for me to find comfort in. Although I find comfort in her extraordinary culinary abilities, her dimples don’t come with calories. Lol.

She’s sweet. Supportive. Sensible. Smart. Sexy. SHE

EVERYTHING

She’s so damn bomb y’all.

Additionally, she continuously encouraged me during the start of my business, Planes and Champagne Hawaii, a lifestyle concierge company. (shameless plug

)

But all FACTS.

I also understand her love language is quality time and I haven’t succeeded in that department while laying a foundation to not only entrepreneurship, but a beginning to a forever with her.

The Photoshoot

The number of people that reached out and was like, “Amy, so you got married without having a lit ass wedding that we could come turn up at?!!” The fact y’all know my wedding would be lit af makes my heart burst into champagne bubbles. I love y’all so hard.

Calm down, we did not get married. You did not miss a lit ass wedding in Hawaii. Most importantly, you did not miss the open bar.

Vida Chic Events reached out to me and stated they wanted to capture me and bae in a wedding style shoot at one of the island’s most beautiful beaches with the infamous wedding photographer Jenna Lee. Jenna Lee is almost never available but the universe aligned and she was free on Juneteenth. Crazy right?! Oh the universe.

Chavah Grant, owner of Vida Chic Events, literally coordinated this magical production in approximately 5 days. She told me she wanted to do BLACK gowns, colorful flowers, white sand...I was like, “oh so this is going to be lit lit.” Got it sis.

I called my makeup artist friend Andrea right away and made an appointment for her to come beat our faces to the GAWDS.

And Sis

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. Beatith to the horizons of the Melanated Gods

Love you Drea

I was slightly concerned Jenna, despite her impressive portfolio, wouldn’t capture our melanin properly. Sometimes vvhite photographers don’t give our glow the GLORY it deserves.

But she DEFINITELY delivered ! Whew.

So here I was... me and somebody’s daughter, ..somebody’s FINE AF daughter, getting photographed by Jenna Lee, with rings on from The Wedding Ring Shop, gowns from White Hot Hawaii, adorned with flowers from Ocean Dreamerr along a white sand beach on Oahu. Damien Marley’s “Beach in Hawaii” playing in my head...

A dream...a freaking dream.

I was nervous yet anxious and excited to write this. She deserves for me to love her out loud on Al Gore’s innanet.

This is me loving Victoria out loud. When she reads this, she’s likely going to bat her eyes with them long ass lashes she loves, with a smile so divine, and eyes that say, “I’m yours.”

Nourish the love you have. And until love happens to you, please believe You. Are. Enough. Aloha

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charliedawn · 2 years

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I saw someone request an albino head nurse with purple eyes but what about an Melanism head nurse with red eyes?

You met Arthur on Murray's show. You were both guests and you were the first one introduced.

"Well..Someone forgot their contacts this morning !"

It was the first thing Murray said to you and your smile faltered as the crowd irrupted in laughter.

"I..It's a condition."

You tried to explain, but Murray didn't seem interested.

"I'm sure it is. What ? God ran out of any other color, so he just gave you whatever was left ?"

Another fit of laughter from the crowd as you felt a lump in your throat.

This wasn't right. It wasn't funny..

"Wait..I thought this was supposed to help me."

Murray ignored you with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I'm no doctor, sweetheart. I can't fix your eye pigmentation problem. If I could ? I would be the one sitting in your chair !"

You couldn't handle their staring in the street..but, the crowd's merciless laughter was far worse.

You were on the verge of crying..You just wanted people to stop staring at you, even less laughing while doing it.

You didn't think Murray would be so mean.

You tried to cover your eyes by hiding them behind your hair, but the laughing didn't stop and you felt an even bigger freak than before..

However, Arthur then emerged from behind the red curtains and all eyes were now on him as he sat down next to you and very calmly asked.

"Did you ever learn to shut up, Murray ?"

The crowd suddenly fell silence and you dared take a curious look at the stranger who had just insulted Murray.

However, you were surprised when you found the stranger staring right at you, his unwavering gaze making you flush at the attention.

"I find her/his eyes beautiful..They are like shinning rubies and if this is what it looks like when your god runs out of ink ? Then he must be blind.."

Murray glared at Arthur, but Arthur only laughed before throwing a circular glance at the crowd who had fallen unusually quiet.

"What ? You don't like that ? It's funny !"

There was a wave of booing and then, Arthur started talking with Murray until he confessed of murdering the men in the sub.

"If it was that poor girl/man next to me or myself lying down on the sidewalk, you'd walk right over us !"

Your eyes widened as he raised his voice and you couldn't help but find inspiration in his words.

You had completely forgotten about the reason of your presence on the show and found yourself entranced by who Murray had introduced as The Joker.

He had vivid green hair, a very distinctive smile and didn't mind being different.

He was embracing it.

However, you were abruptly woken up from your thoughts when he shot Murray in the head.

You knew you should be screaming, horrified and panicking like all the other people in the room, but for some reason ?

You didn't care..

"And for my great finale !"

Arthur turned towards you and grabbed the sides of your head to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply on the mouth.

You were surprised, but didn't push him away.

He was the one who broke the kiss and gave you a sad smile before whispering.

"You're beautiful sweetie, don't let anyone else tell you any different."

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest and you didn't trust your own words, so you only nodded.

You then heard the door being forced open by the police and Arthur laughed again before running away, the police rushing past you and after him.

However, you couldn't stop smiling as one single fact was on your mind..

He called you beautiful.

The Penny Brothers :

They both met you when you were little and woke up 27 years later to find out that you were now a nurse at St Louis.

Penny is a shapeshifter and liked the color of your eyes, so he decided to copy them and use them to make you afraid.

However, he didn't plan on you, suddenly finding the color incredibly fascinating.

When he stared at you from the shadows, you stared right back at him.

You even took a couple of steps forward to get a closer look.

"I had never seen someone like me before.."

He was so stunned that he didn't think about retreating and quietly stared at you when you reached out to put your hand on his cheek and bring him to the light.

He could have taken a bite here and there, but for some reason, he didn't and let himself be lead by a 7/8 year-old.

When he was blinded by the light, he seemed to remember who he was and opened his mouth wide to gulp you down, but you opened your mouth wide in awe.

"WOW ! You've got amazing teeth !"

He frowned a little in confusion as you seemed extremely calm and polite for a kid about to be eaten.

"And hair..And forehead..And eyes..You look amazing !"

He didn't understand why you would compliment him so much, until he realized by searching in your memories that you had never received one..You were trying to befriend him in the hopes he would do the same.

But, it didn’t seem like you were fishing for compliments, you genuinely wished to befriend him.

You wanted him to not feel like an outsider by complimenting him, which was pretty funny considering that he really was.

But, he decided to play along and grinned widely at the compliments before retreating and sat down on his forelegs like a cat, tilting his head curiously at you.

"Thank you. You've got nice eyes too.."

You grinned widely back and he knew he should take the opportunity to shatter you, break your hopes and call you all the names you had been insulted with over the years..

But, he didn't.

He only giggled before digging into your head to search for a name..

It didn’t take him long as he whispered.

"Patrick ?"

Your eyes widened as you recognised the name of your most relentless bully that you had gone in the sewers for in order for him not to hurt you and couldn’t help but shake as you asked.

"W..What are you going to do ?"

He only chuckled before lightly pushing you towards the exit.

"Don’t worry, little Y/N..He won’t bother you again. Promise."

You were unsure of what he was going to do, but didn’t want your parents to worry, so you waved him goodbye and ran towards the exit.

"Goodbye, Mr Clown ! Thank you for the help !"

You didn’t see how claws started growing out of his hands and tearing the fabric of his gloves as he waved at you.

"…You’re very welcome, Y/N."

He then heard Patrick calling you in the sewers and blinked, his eyes now a bright yellow and followed the scent of his next meal..

A few years later :

"Y/N !"

He called you happily when he saw you fill out some paperwork and you froze, not having heard that voice in years.

You then slowly turned towards him and even let your pen fall to the floor in shock as your red eyes met his.

"P..Penny ?"

He nodded his head vividly before extanding a hand towards you through the bars of his cell.

"HEYA !"

You stared at his hand before finally taking it and he shook it up and down excitedly.

"I’ve missed you ! Why didn’t you come back to visit ?!"

You lowered your gaze before asking, already knowing the answer, but still wanting to hear it from him.

"You killed Patrick..Didn’t you ?"

He frowned and shrugged.

"He was being mean to you !"

"And the others ?! Were they mean too ?!"

He preferred when those red eyes were staring at him in awe more than when they were glaring at him like now.

"You want to know something, Y/N ?"

You stopped dead in your tracks to look back at him and he giggled before staring right at you.

"Your eyes are the only reason I didn’t kill you back then.."

Your eyes widened slightly at his confession before you shrugged and replied.

"Maybe..But, they are also the reason you are in this cell of yours."

He frowned in incomprehension until you gave him a small smirk.

"What ? How do you think they found you ? Poor Penny..You should have killed me when you had the chance."

He growled and tried to grab you, but you knew he couldn't get out of his cage and only walked away.

"See you later, Penny.."

Pennywise was called by your tears as you were crying next to the sewers and he heard you.

He immediately thought you would be a good meal and approached you, but when he called your name, he was left speechless when your red eyes gazed down at him.

It was the first time he had seen a human such as you..

But then, you only cried harder and covered your eyes.

"Don't look at me ! I'm ugly !"

He didn't say anything. He knew he should probably take it as an opportunity to use your fear against you, but he found himself doing the exact opposite.

He gut out of the sewers and sat down next to you before honking his nose to make you look up at him.

When you did, he gave you one of his rare genuine smiles and shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't find you ugly..What make you think that ?"

You sniffled before confessing.

"Some of the kids at my school said it.."

He rolled his eyes before waving his hand dismissively.

"Bah ! It just means they have no taste.."

However, when he turned towards you again, you didn't seem convinced and he sighed before crouching down in front of you.

He then waited until your eyes were back on him before booping your nose.

"Listen to me well, little girl/boy. Let them fear you..Fear makes you grow. It makes you stronger. And, one day, they'll regret ever setting eyes on you.."

Your eyes widened at his words before you nodded in agreement and he smiled before looking in the direction of your house.

"But, you have to run back home now. You parents will be worried and I'm pretty sure they would miss your red eyes. Besides, something tells me you'll grow up to be so beautiful, you'll put all of those who mocked you to shame..So, don't worry, okay kiddo ?"

You wiped your tears before shooting his a big bright smile.

"Thank you, Mr Clown !"

He chuckled but was surprised when you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"When I grow up, I'll find you again !"

His smile faltered as he knew it was probably the last time you would see each other, but he still ruffled your hair affectionately and nodded.

"You do that, kiddo..You do that.."

You then ran back home and Pennywise's eyes stayed on you until you were back inside.

He then shook his head and huffed a laugh before getting back down in his sewers.

"Weird kid.."

A few years later :

When he saw you again, Pennywise immediately recognized you and smiled knowingly.

"Well well well..Who do we have here ?"

You eyes widened in surprise when you realized who he was and almost dropped your notebook in the process.

He then noticed that you still had your ruby-red eyes and took a couple of steps backwards so you may enter his cage.

"Look who managed to find me ? You actually pulled it off..Consider me impressed."

You gulped and even though you remembered who he was, you didn't think you would ever see him again.

He was exactly the same than 27 years ago and for some reason, he even still smelled like gingerbread and peanut butter..

He tilted his head when you entered the cage and then, he smelled it..

It was feeding time.

You had a living sheep behind you and his eyes immediately reddened as hunger took over his senses and when you let go of the leash, Pennywise couldn't restrain himself and didn't wait before lunging forward to rip off the sheep's head.

He could feel your disgust and rage as he ate..but, he was too preoccupied to care.

When he was finished, there was nothing left of the sheep and blood was dripping down his chin.

He then looked at you and your merciless red eyes staring at him with a grimace of disgust.

"I refused to believe it..I just didn't want to think it was true..that my only childhood friend, the only one who had ever believed my red eyes to be beautiful was in fact a monster.."

Pennywise winced as he could feel the disappointment in you and it tasted bitter..He couldn't be ashamed by his actions, but your disappointment was enough for him to lower his head and spoil his lunch..

"Now, I understand why you let me live all those years ago. You saw me as one of you. You saw me as a monster and this is the reason I am still breathing."

However, you didn't count on his reaction as he burst out laughing.

"Don't flatter yourself. You are nothing like me. And the reason I couldn't kill you that day was not because I saw my monster in you, but because I saw my old self..The one who still had mercy and felt like he didn't belong. But, don't worry. I don't anymore.."

You arched a quizzical eyebrow at him, but didn't insist before shrugging and leaving his cage.

But, on your way out, you stopped and turned towards him to admit.

"Just so you know, you were right.."

He tilted his head to the side quizzically before asking.

"About ?"

"I made all those kids regret ever setting eyes on me.."

You replied with a small devilish smirk and even though Pennywise couldn't see his human-self in you anymore, he could see that there was an evolution in you. An evolution he was more than familiar with as he replied with a small smirk of his own.

"I told you..Fear makes you grow..Welcome to the grown-up world, Y/N."

Norman raised you and from the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant for great things.

He never once thought your red eyes to be a problem or a curse, it was a blessing.

He liked the color of your eyes, as much as he liked the color of blood.

However, he knew others didn't and you noticed too after a while.

The staring was always there and no matter how much you tried to fit in, people always made it clear that you would never be enough..

It was starting to become even worse than before, since not only did you notice their stares, but heard their low whispers too..

You knew what they called you when you had your back turned.

Witch, Ghost, Baba Yaga, Freak, Monster, Abomination..It hurt.

It led you to finally ask Norman.

"Dad ?"

"Hmm ?"

He turned towards you and immediately noticed how you seemed so hesitant when you finally asked.

"Can I...have laser surgery ? For my eyes ?"

His own eyes widened at the question and he awkwardly laughed, searching your expression for anything that would betray you were joking.

"You are kidding, right ?"

However, when you didn't answer, he frowned and stepped forward to grip your chin and gently tilted your head up do he may gaze down at your red eyes with a smile.

"There is nothing wrong with them, my dear. You are perfect."

You held your breath at his compliment, but before you could reply, he suddenly pulled you against his chest and covered your head with his dressing gown.

"What are you doing ?!"

You asked, but your voice was muffled and Norman laughed while smothering you.

"Here ! Problem solved ! Now, nobody can see your gorgeous eyes. They're all mine to admire and love !"

"I can't breathe ! Let me go !"

You complained, but Norman only shook his head and rocked you side to side until you were laughing too.

"Nope. Too late ! I'm not letting anyone see your eyes until you promise me you will never take your eyes away from my life !"

He waited until you promised before letting you go.

He was then reassured and thought that would be the end of it.

But, it wasn't.

A few days later :

He was anxiously staring at the clock..You were supposed to be home at 9 sharp..It was 9:30..

He was about to stand up and go look for you when the doorbell rang.

He ran to the door and opened it, expecting you to be standing there with a bright smile..only to be greeted with a very horrifying sight.

"Y/N !"

When he saw you lying on the floor, barely breathing and covered in bruises, whimpering his name..Norman couldn't believe his eyes and immediately cradled your body in his arm to carry you inside.

He then made himself a promise.

He would protect you. Always. He wouldn't let anything like this happen to you ever again.

He found the people who did this to you the next day and slaughtered them all.

It was the last time he would ever let anyone hurt you..

Freddy was getting himself drunk in his garden, staring up at the sky and laid down among his flowers when he heard someone approach.

He wasn't going to make his presence known until he heard a woman crying and closed his eyes, silently cursing himself for having chosen that spot..

He didn't know how to handle people crying, especially women..

However, he had promised himself to be more helpful and mentally encouraged himself to get up and act like a good person for once.

He groaned loudly when he tried to sit up straight and found out that alcool didn't seem to make his headache go away..

It hit him full force when he tried to get up on shaky legs and he almost collapsed forward, but still took another gulp of his half-finished bottle of whiskey..

Yup. He really wasn't in the right state to give comfort to anyone, but he wasn't going to change his mind now.

He walked one step at a time, falling more than once before finally finding the source of the crying.

However, he was surprised when he found you sobbing there. You, the head nurse with the mind of steel who never seemed bothered by anything..

He looked at his bottle and wondered if it was making him see things ?

But then, a branch snapped under his shoe and it made you look up, your big red eyes staring at him and your wet cheeks reflecting the dim light of the street lamp next to you.

He then looked behind him, wondering if it would be better to just walk back and pretend he didn't see you.

He was drunk enough and was actually considering the idea when you sniffled and called his name.

"Freddy ?"

Shit.

He snapped his head back at you, you voice so hoarse and broken from your tears that it almost didn't sound like yours at all.

He then drunkenly answered.

"P...Present !"

That made you laugh as you patted the place next to you and Freddy indulged, partly because you were crying and he didn't want to seem like a complete asshole by leaving you, also because he was too drunk to even see the exit..

"So..What are the big fat tears for, huh ?"

It took a moment for you to answer, but finally confessed.

"One of the patients..called me a witch today. He said that my red eyes were a curse and that I'd better just gouge them out.."

Freddy's eyes widened and he then felt very sober as he seethed through gritted teeth.

"Who the fuck said that ?! I'll gouge their eyes out myself !"

He then attempted to sit up, but failed spectacularly as he fell face first to the ground.

He then tried to get up again on his own, but you helped him back into a sitting position beside you, his bottle now shattered on the floor and its precious content lost to the plants..

"Well..I'm sure your flowers will appreciate the gesture.."

He huffed a laugh at your joke before slowly closing his eyes, but in a minute of lucidity, he sat up straight to look at you in the eyes and gently stroked your cheek.

He then mumbled half-absent-mindedly.

"One day..They'll see what I see. You're funny, you're smart, you're tough and frankly ? You rock. Your red eyes just add some spice into the whole mix of rockiness in you. There is nothing wrong about you, sweetheart. Nothing at all.."

You were surprised by Freddy's many compliments and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Freddy.."

He smiled back, but then passed out and two minutes later, Freddy was snoring softly.

You sighed before covering the both of you with a blanket you had brought and taking off Freddy's hat to look at his burned face.

"...There's nothing wrong about you either, Freddy."

You whispered to his sleeping form and Freddy stirred in his sleep, but you knew he couldn't hear you..

You smiled and a few minutes later, you were asleep too..

Michael first met you when you were children.

You had both grown quite fond of each other, but there was a dark side to your relationship.

You had both been a part of the cult who had created Myers and which thought you were both two of the "chosen ones".

In some way, you experienced the same thing than him and even though you had no Myers in you, you had been worshipped and prepared to become a sort of god, the same as him..

They had both reunited you so you may become Myers' wife and help him cause destruction and death all around you.

Michael had no choice but to accept.

However, you ?

You had decided to fight against it..

Your red eyes being the main reason for your "choosing", you had attempted multiple times to gouge out your own eyes, but the members of the sect had stopped you every time.

However, the night Myers was born and the marriage had been made official, you had succeeded in stealing a knife from the kitchen to stab yourself with it.

However, Michael had been there to stop you at the time and tell you that he didn't want you to go.

Fortunately, you both escaped from the cult soon after and you discovered the existence of contact lenses.

You then decided to stay and help him to fight whoever or whatever was in your husband.

Myers was strong and his sole purpose being killing whoever Michael loves, you knew he would try to get rid of you.

However, you were surprised to find out one day that the night Myers had been created, a blood bond had been made in order for Myers to recognize you as his wife as much as Michael's.

So, the first few months spent together, he hadn't been so destructive or terrible as you had thought he would be.

He was even sweet...Sometimes.

Michael did warn you not to trust him, but even though, Myers was still a part of your husband.

One day, as you were about to wear your lenses, Myers appeared behind you and grabbed your hand to stop you.

He then spinned you around to look you straight in the eyes and even though a part of you was telling you to run, you couldn't help but freeze as his expression almost seemed sad.

He then gently rubbed the side of your face with his thumb and then explained.

"You..don't..have to..hide..from me."

Each syllable seemed so difficult to him, you knew it was important for him to see you.

So, you decided not to wear your contacts anymore around him.

Michael knew of your struggles about your appearance and the first time he saw you without them, he was surprised.

But, he finally smiled and kissed you eyelids affectionately.

Even though Myers had used his words to tell you he loved you the way you were, Michael didn't need them.

He was the first one to love you and would always..No matter the color of your eyes or of your skin.

From that moment onward, you never wore contact lenses again and embraced your red eyes as a part of you, as Michael would soon learn to do the same with Michael..

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sheisherbykagi2 · 7 months

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How to make black skin glow naturally with these 9 tips

Black skin is beautiful, and those with dark skin look amazing in all colors (especially vibrant colors) as well as tend to age slower.

However, nobody wants to be a part of team #ashy, right? You want your beautiful melanated skin to be beautiful and have an even skin tone! So today, I’m sharing my tips on how to make black skin glow naturally!

Exfoliate your skin

Did you know every 30 days or so that your skin naturally sheds dead skin cells to make room for new cells?

Anddddd sometimes, those dead cells don’t shed completely. Yuck.

That’s where exfoliating comes in!

Exfoliating smooths the skin’s surface by removing dry, flaky, dead cells, which allows you to get an even skin tone for your black skin.

Exfoliating helps to brighten your skin, minimize the appearance of discoloration and reduce breakouts.

When you exfoliate, you uncover fresh new cells below, which gives you softer, glowing skin.

Additionally, by exfoliating, you open the way for moisturizing products to penetrate more deeply into the skin, which makes them more effective. When it comes to how to make black skin glow naturally, you do not want to skip out on exfoliating!

DIY exfoliator:

Now you can make your own natural exfoliator. Here are a few simple recipes:

Brow sugar exfoliator: 1 part sugar (like brown sugar) and one part oil (like almond oil). Mix and apply gently over the body.

Brightening lemon exfoliator: Mix a tablespoon of lemon juice and 1/4 cup of olive oil in a bowl. Add honey and stir until fully mixed. Add Sugar. Gently apply to body.

Both of the recipes are great and can be created with household products. However, if you want to take your exfoliation to the next level, I highly recommend these:

Exfoliating gloves are a game-changer

I recently discovered body scrub gloves and listennnnnn; my skincare routine is forever changed.

Exfoliating gloves are meant to be used with water and body wash, so I recommend wetting your entire body, as well as your exfoliating glove, then start scrubbing.

Your exfoliator glove is your exfoliator. Be sure to use circular motions and replace them often to prevent built-up bacteria (the gloves below are washable, so you can reuse them! Yay, for the environment!).

2.Drink lots of water

I know, I know. Telling you to drink lots of water for beautiful skin is cliche but listen, your skin is 64% water, and when you’re not drinking adequate water, what do you think happens?

Well, your skin is not getting essential nutrients to your skin cells to keep your skin replenished.

Water keeps your dark skin hydrated and refreshed, which helps maintain your skin’s elasticity and that glowing effect.

Those who drink large amounts of water are less likely to suffer from scars, wrinkles, and they won’t show as many signs of aging as those who drink little amounts of water.

Your skin is 64% water

Those who know me KNOW I drink lots of water throughout the day. One way I keep myself hydrated is I keep a huge water bottle near me pretty much all the time.

While I’m working, watching TV, cooking, and yes, even at night just in case, I wake up in the middle of the night thirsty.

Here’s my favorite water bottle, which keeps water cold for 24 hours! However, I like to make it a game where I have to fill my water bottle up at least four times a day.

I know it’s cliche to say drink water when it comes to How to make black skin glow naturally, but since upping my water intake, my dark skin has never looked better! And when I don’t drink a lot of water, I can always tell because my skin looks duller and is drier.

3. Moisturize Your Skin

Nobody wants to be a part of team ashiness, and the best way to combat that is usually a moisturizer! Using a moisturizer allows you to reduce the chance of developing extreme dryness or oiliness.

Additionally, by applying a moisturizer to your dark skin, you maintain your skin’s moisture barrier and prevent environmental damage to your skin.

While a moisturizer can allow you to have softer, more elastic skin that keeps your skin hydrated… it’s important to use moisturizers that are not full of chemicals that can do more harm to your skin than good.

I like to avoid moisturizers with a lot of crazy chemicals I cannot pronounce and artificial ingredients because what you put on your skin is just as important as what you put in your skin.

4. Say YES to serums

Serums are bae. Yup, I said it. Serums are jam-packed with beneficial ingredients such as antioxidants and skin-restoring ingredients.

They usually exclude ingredients like as SPF and emollients, which are usually included in general moisturizers. This is why serums tend to be more expensive… because they also tend to be more effective.

When it comes to using skins serums and how to get an even skin tone for black skin, I recommend a serum with one or three of these things:

Vitamin E – rich in antioxidants, which help repair damaged skin cells, thus making your skin beautiful and free from blemishes

Retinol – (also known as Vitamin A) increases collagen production (which helps your skin elasticity). It also stimulates the production of new blood vessels in the skin, which improves skin color. Additional benefits include fading age spots, softening rough patches of skin, and brightening skin.

Hyaluronic Acid – designed to address visible wrinkles and improve skin elasticity as well as brighten skin

Look for serums with active ingredients in high concentrations. How can you figure this out? The higher the active ingredient is placed on the ingredient list, the higher the concentrations within the product.

For active ingredients like retinol, too little of it and it’s a waste (real-life experience talking here), so make sure you’re choosing a serum with more than .000000001%. of active ingredients.

5. Exercise

Wait! Before you start rolling your eyes… did you know exercise helps nourish skin cells and keep them vital?

Yup, exercising helps improves your skin tone and is great when it comes to how to make black skin glow naturally. Aerobic exercise makes you sweat, which promotes the removal of toxins through perspiration.

Additionally, working out tones the skin improves blood circulation and oxygenation to the skin and imparts a healthy glow.

Working out improves your blood flow which nourishes cells and thus makes skin brighter

There are so many benefits to exercising, and one of those benefits is making your black skin glow naturally.

6. Cleanse daily

No matter your skin type, it would be best if you washed your face at least once a day — preferably in the evening/night to remove any dirt, makeup, oil, and grime built up on your skin throughout the day.

Washing your face in the morning is still up for debate with it comes to some skin-care experts. However, I wash my face twice a day, once in the morning after working out (since I work out early in the morning) and at night.

I also recommend cleansing your body daily, even if just a 5 minute-shower, for the same reasons. Cleaning your body daily helps remove oil and grime built up on your skin throughout the day.

Why should you wash every day? Why does cleansing daily help when it comes to how to make black skin glow naturally? From sweat to particles in the environment, your skin inevitably faces many external aggressors.

So by cleansing daily, you remove every last trace of dirt, excess oil, pollution, and unwanted skin cells off of your body and face.

However, be careful not to over-cleanse. Over-cleansing strips your skin from its natural oils and protective barrier, which can lead to dryness, sensitivity, irritation and make your skin even worse (and more full!).

Don’t rub your skin too harshly or overdo it when it comes to washing your body and face.

Use a face wash and body wash created for your skin type (oily, dry, combination, mature and sensitive). For example, if you have oily skin, you don’t want to clean with a cleanser created for dry skin as it will only make your skin oilier, which could cause breakouts.

Please read the labels when it comes to your cleansers to ensure its created for your skin type.

7. Protect Your Skin

While dark skin does not sunburn as quickly, dark skin still burns and is susceptible to sun-induced damage—such as sunspots and wrinkles—and skin cancer. No matter your skin tone, you should be wearing sunscreen.

Black skin needs sunscreen too.

Everyone, including those with dark skin, need to wear sunscreen. Why? Well, Sunscreen provides added protection against UV rays, and skin damage is a great way to have dull, flaky skin. Nooooo, Thank you!

UV damage can be one of the main reasons your skin looks dull, so it’s best to wear sunscreen whenever you go out… even if that trip is just to the car.

As someone with dark skin, one of the biggest struggles for sunscreen and black skin is that some sunscreens can give you this ugly white cast over your skin, which makes you look ashy and absolutely NOT cute.

If you know that struggle oh-to-well, I highly recommend sunscreen like black girl sunscreen, which was created for our beautiful dark skin to moisturize without giving us that ashy skin look.

8. Use a shimmer with gold flakes

Now, this is a makeup beauty hack that a lot of people don’t know about, and that’s to use a gold shimmer on your body when you are going out! Why? Well, gold shimmer gives you that instantly glowy look when the sun hits your beautiful black skin!

Whenever I go to the beach or show a little extra shoulder, I might dab a little shimmer lotion on my skin! You can make your own using a few household ingredients.

9. Get your sleep

Collagen is a protein that serves as one of the main building blocks for your skin.

It helps your skin to remain youthful looking and improve skin texture… but here’s the catch: Skin makes new collagen when you sleep, and that’s not the only reason you need sleep! Sleep also reduces puffy eyes and/or dark circles underneath your eyes… and nobody wants glowing skin with puffy, red, sleep-deprived eyes.

When it comes to how to make black skin glow naturally, my biggest recommendation is to take care of yourself! Drink water, eat nutritious foods, and use natural products that your dark skin will love.

One way I keep my black skin glowing is by giving myself an at-home facial once or twice a month. It keeps my skin clear, youthful, and glowing

#black women #women empowerment #womensupportingwomen #beautiful women #womeninbusiness #skincare #skincare routine #skincare tips #glowing skin #self love #naturalskincare #skincareproducts

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malikismindful · 5 months

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Peace and Love, Black Family!

✊🏾🟥⬛️🟩✊🏾

The foundation of the United States is built on savagery and murder— plain and simple, so taking pride in a nation built on the savagery, murder, enslavement, segregation, and mind control of Black people is deeply problematic. Not to mention, look at where we are at now…WE ARE LOST! No friends. No allies. And we have no faith in our own power!

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Systemically racist institutions in the U.S. have inherently been biased against Black people from the jump, and we’ve sold out one another to have a place in this HELL! Only those living in bliss can take pride in a nation that perpetuates inequality. None of us in our right mind can endorse these systemic issues blindly.

😡

The exploitation of Black labor and resources, historically and presently, is a critical point. The wealth of this nation has been significantly built on the exploitation of Black people…African people and Africa, making any attempt of national pride fiercely complex.

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Critiquing the U.S. for its foreign policies, especially those that negatively impact African countries and people of melanated and oppressed people globally has desensitized us to inactivity. Why have pride in a nation that engages and supports oppressive policies abroad? That’s the epitome of brainwashed!

😡

The erasure, appropriation, and weaponization of Black contributions to the 🇺🇸 mainstream culture is another point of contention. Celebrating a nation that marginalizes and appropriates the contributions of Black culture, while simultaneously oppressing Black people, is contradictory.

😡

Until we truly realize that resistance to oppression and solidarity among Black people is NECESSARY, we are just collaborators in our own demise—globally! Pride in a nation as oppressive as the 🇺🇸 is contrary to the principles of Black Liberation!

💯

GET ON CODE. STAY ON CODE. 🩸💣🔫✊🏾 BLACK POWER! #blackpower #blacklove #blackman #blackwoman #empowerment #blackrevolution #raceonly #blackpeopleonly #black #revolutionary #power #truth #knowledge #blackconsciousness #blackpower #blackqueen #blackunity #blacknationalism #african #panafrican #blackpeople #blackowned #malikismindful

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non-stop-imagines · 8 months

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Let me just tell you how grateful I am that you exist. I hope you don’t mind me ranting because this is really important to me.

Reading fanfiction as long as I have, I realize that there was no representation for people like us. People with highly Melanated skin, and I got so used to reading things about Caucasian, main characters that I began to feel uncomfortable with reading anything that had a POC main character. That, and the fact that my family says I am not black, because I talk properly, refused to say the N-word, and basically “sound like a white girl/boy.“

I know it’s jokes when they say that, but my sister recently has been racist against Black people because she wants to be white and they say I’m just like her and it really hurt my feelings. I mostly got uncomfortable because people wrote Black people as if they don’t act like everyone else dies. As if they can only talk in properly and at “get out” as other people say.

I know that it’s subjective and people can write people how they want, but I feel more comfortable reading the POC characters you write because I feel like I can relate to the more. I don’t know if anything I said is offensive and I deeply apologize if it is, but I needed to get my feelings out because you’re the first person who actually made me feel comfortable in my own skin.

I apologize for ranting to you. I just want you to know how much of an inspiration you are to me and how comfortable you make me feel being me. Thank you for giving us representation in communities that are mostly dominated by Caucasian people.

Thank you for this HIGHLY RELATABLE 3 page essay. 🤣😤

But honestly this exact reason is why I started writing in the first place! Fun fact: When I first started writing (for the Flash, Sherlock and Supernatural) I used to write from a non-black pov. That's what I saw all the time, that's what I thought would get likes, and it never occurred to me that I could write from a black pov. Tbh, I don't completely remember when I realized it was a possibility but I do have to credit the black Marvel writers on here because that is where I started.

And trust me I get everything you are saying about your own personal experience of just "existing". I, somewhat selfishly, write each fic from my own perspective, how I feel I would act in these different scenarios, but just with a bit more spice. And I think thats where non-black writers tend to have a difficult time is that, even though they try, they go overboard with how they think a black character would act and it's like slow your roll, we are normal people just like you. 🤷🏿‍♀️

Anyway, thank you for this freaking essay of appreciation. I felt it necessary to try and provide my own essay of appreciation because stuff like this really means a lot to me. Little 12 year old me scrolling through One Direction imagines on Google images and MAGCON imagines on vine would be so proud of all of this. 💖

#anon #thank you 💖😘#i love this #i just like to see black girls in love without having to struggle for it all of the time #i hope i can continue to make you guys proud 🥲🥹

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pettybetty69 · 1 year

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝

Young!T'Challa x Enhanced!reader

TW: Nothing really

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Masterlist | Part One

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He froze.

For the first time in his life he couldn’t move.

It was as though his brain turned off. Any sense, any logic, any thought, all came to a halt. His hands were clammy and hot. His heart was tricked to pound in his chest. Every ounce of self-control he held was taken hostage by a relaxing trance. A pair of green eyes, your green eyes, seemed to be the crux of it. As quickly as he saw you, you turned away just as fast.

"Staring will only scare her off, umtshama." The King noted. He snapped out of it.

"What?"

“Pretty girl.” S’Yan nodded his chin toward you.

The prince didn’t look toward you again, only gulped his dry throat. He hated this feeling with a passion. It was rare in his life he ever had control over anything. And the only thing he did, himself, now seemed to betray him all over again.

“Yes, I….I suppose.” He averted his sight to an undesignated spot out one of the tall tower windows.

He avoided the sight of you. But his peripheral betrayed him. He could fuzzily see chestnut coils fall upon a pair of shoulders. A flash of a wide, ebullient smile that greeted officials. Caramel skin that almost looked like it was glowing. There was an unfamiliar thumping in the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he was coming down with something because what he was feeling.....he hated it.

His uncle watched him, seemingly amused.

“She comes from a respectable Italian family. T’Chaka and N’Yami held a quiet admiration for the family during their living days.” S’Yan explained.

T’Challa’s head peaked at the mention of his parents. He was told very little about them. At least he knew his father to be brave, a story teller, and one of the best Black Panther’s to grace Wakandan soil. However, his mother, no one spoke of her; and doing so gave his father too much pain to bare when he was alive.

He looked back toward you and a woman without hesitation. His eyebrows furrowed with a quiet desperation, as he searched the surface for what his parents could admire. He ignored to tingling feeling taking over his body. Other than the eyes and the similar pallet of skin, there was nothing.

“What makes them so special?” He asked, not removing his staring gaze.

“That was one thing I could never make sense of.” S’Yan sighed. “What I can affirm to you is that they can be painfully honest people. But despite it, I will introduce you.”

S’Yan already began to walk toward the two of you.

"Malume." The Prince quietly begged for him not to, but the King ignored him.

"King S'Yan. I see you've come out of the shadows once more." The woman's exalted voice cordially joked.

Closer now, he could truly grasp her image. An intimidating beauty. On the taller side, svelte, dressed immaculately. Face was rosy and grounded. Deeply melanated skin with contradicting, sharp green eyes. An image very similar to yours. T'Challa noted the sudden pleased look across his uncle’s face.

"This tradition is one that must always follow through. And congratulations on the permanent position, Ambassador Vitale." S'Yan nodded his head with respect.

The King continued, “I’ve heard the notes of your proposal for the new policy. I must say it has my high hopes. I’m grateful my nephew here will be able to witness such respectable works.”

“Prince T’Challa Udaku. I can see you’ve grown up well, how old are you now?” She asked, curiously.

She knows my full name? He questioned in thought. He was Royalty, they were to be always addressed by a single name. And still, this winsome woman, just barely taller in height humbled him with a surname...

“I’m fifteen, Ambassador,” T’Challa answered neutrally.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could view your gaze suddenly on him. Your once-tilted head straightened with the rise of your eyebrows. The uncomfortable feeling rose once more. His throat dried again and he gulped, avoiding the magnetizing pull.

Why wouldn't you just turn away? Your drilling gaze lingered and lingered, his jaw tightening and heart racing with every growing second. His body betrayed him to the smirk that was so visible in his peripheral. Then, it finally stopped. You looked away nonchalantly, and he could breathe again.

But yet, he carefully inched his vision toward you. He didn't know what he was doing. He was choking just moments before and everything shouted at him to stop. He could see your black mary janes, then the hem of the black skirt at your knees, and thereafter......he froze. The pair of eyes, the color of Wakanda's acacia leaves, brazenly avert at him. He sighed, absentmindedly. A warmth spread through his chest, numbing away his anxiousness. His rambling thoughts unexpectedly weren't so gripping. He was simply there, present at the moment; observing a small comforting smile you'd sent. He could barely hear what his uncle was saying.

"He's to ascend my position a decade from now. In preparation, he's been independently attending schools across the globe and today is joining me here for the first time."

"There's no better moment to prepare for the future than the present." Your mother commented. A silence prolonged. One he didn't come to notice for many seconds. The background noise faded, and he snapped, looking to his uncle who watched unimpressed, and your mother, the ambassador judgingly calculating him. The Prince cleared his throat.

"I could not agree more, Ambassador." He not so subtly glanced up toward the king. He heard a peep of a chuckle from where you were.

“By the eyes, I can assume you’re her daughter.” S’Yan quickly changed the subject.

“Yes, your highness. Alessandra Vitale.” You bowed your head slightly. You did it in a way identical to your mother. Enough to hold respect for yourself yet just enough to give respect. He admired that.

“I see you’re about the age of my nephew. What brings you here instead of enjoying your youth?

“About. I’m fourteen, your highness. And because I’m here doesn’t mean I’m boring and not enjoying my youth. No matter what the other members of my family may attempt to convince.” You had explained, jocularly. It made him unknowingly smile. He liked your voice, he wanted the sound of it to go on. “All it is is that I’ve been raised to be well aware of my blessings and to recognize the choice I have to make use of them or not. I’ve chosen the former.”

”Hm." S'Yan hummed, noting what you'd said. "Conceivably, the two of you watching the assembly together may be a wise suggestion. Perhaps, you may explain the importance of making use of opportunity, Ms. Vitale.” S’Yan suggested, his pettiness shielded. Embarrassment ran through him. It increased with the surprised raise of your eyebrows and amused smirk. You nodded. "Sure thing."

"The assembly should be starting any moment now." Your mother spoke and he just noticed her hand had been on your back the entire time. “The seats are in the upper left corner. I will meet you after.” She finished. You had nodded to your mother and the King signaled his head for the Prince to go.

He could see your neck tense the second her hand left you. Your eyes shut for just a moment, like you were concealing some type of pain. He wanted to ask if you were alright, but his conspiring thoughts came at full force. Did you not want to be around him? Were you frightened to be separated from your mother?

Together you walked silently to the seats. It was awkward. No small talk. Few glances of acknowledgment. He saw your focus hyper-fixated on the floor, the playful demeanor now meek. He lingered for a few moments before he bit his tongue and looked straight ahead.

Once you sat together, it perpetuated. He wasn’t sure what happened. He stared curiously at your still frame. The deep rise and fall of your chest, the clenching hands, how the floor continued to hold your attention.

“Hello?" He quietly questioned.

“Uh, hi.” You chirped quietly, dashing a glance and quick smile. He still watched you, trying to understand your behavior. Your expression suddenly furrowed.

“Why do you continue to stare at me?” You bluntly asked. “Is it my makeup, what is it?”

He understood what his uncle meant by sudden honesty.

“No, no, that isn’t it. Not it at all. I’m- I'm attempting to figure you out.” He tried to explain calmly, but it came out as stutters.

You had shut up. Sitting back against the chair, your eyes narrowed. "Figure me out?" You asked.

He hummed. “Yes, the uh- the floor seems to have peaked your fascination.” He attempted to joke, which seemed to be successful.

A laugh fell from your lips. He liked your smile. How beaming it was and took up your entire face. One came across him. He didn’t know what was happening to him. A trance seemed to interval. It undulated from fright to calmness all in seconds. He didn't know why or how, for the first time, he didn't seem to care to know. He felt fine, for the first time in a while.

"Would you say you are talented at it? Figuring people out?" You carefully asked, with a shy smirk.

"I would certainly. I figure you're a timid acolyte. Someone who is comfortable with a crowd, but the opposite when alone with a person. You’re someone who is easily intimidated and doubt yourself before any move you take.” He stated confidently.

You laughed. A boisterous laugh that caught the attention of a few around the two of you. It confused him. He looked around at their judging faces as you shamelessly giggled so much your eyes were shut tight.

"No, not really.” You chuckled boisterously. “Quite the opposite, actually."

"Are you sure of that? Yet, I notice you find difficulty to look me in my eyes." He quietly observed, archly.

“Is that a challenge?” You smirked and impulsively met his stare. He could feel his own heart starting to race. As if you could see right through him.

Faces no more than a foot apart, you could feel your anxiety efface. The observant, slightly arrogant boy before you, the one who you had to admit was cute, was all you could see. All up close and personal with the sporadic amber flecks in his dark iris, the asymmetric wideness of his nose, and the small apples of his cheeks. He flushed your nerves away, yet simultaneously brought them on. He was amusing to you, once you got a grip of the internal sphere. His brave front, and hidden turbulent interior. His tenseness and rapid heart rate that reverberated in your ears. Adrenaline, dopamine, and norepinephrine all involuntarily released throughout him. You grew amused seeing the bold boy becoming rattled.

"First time you've been wrong?" An eyebrow raised teasingly. He was nervous and now was the one to break the lock of your matched sights.

He hesitated, thinking before he spoke. You had noticed he did it a lot. He cleared his throat. “It may be a wise choice for me to brush up on my skills.”

“And in other words….” You chuckled.

“.....No, it hasn’t been. Perchance, you’d be willing to give your attempt?” He light-heartily offered to see if you could do any better.

You knew you could. Yet still, you asked, “Should I?”

His back fell back against the chair, and he observed you with a repressed smile. The way he looked at you, it made your heart go again.

You debated for a few moments. Should you go all in with the unrelenting truth or scale back and decline? Screw it. You readjusted your position to face him. Your eyes met, and neither dashed away.

"You're here by force. You'd rather be somewhere else, or anywhere else for that matter. But as of this moment, you're not so sure. You're not a person who is used to being wrong. Rather that be sourced from your intelligence or arrogance, I’m not so sure. But what I am sure of is… I make you nervous." You revealed.

He sat still, taking in a sharp breath. The wheels turned in his head and you could tell, you hit a nerve. You weren’t sure what but he was uncomfortable. You sat back in the chair.

“I uh, I assume I’m correct.” You asked, sensitively.

“Some parts may not be too far from the truth.” He answered, reserved once more.

You left it at that. You didn't want to force this boy you just met, though it didn't feel like it, to reveal anything he wasn't ready to. You knew the feeling, and it wasn't nice.

"So, do you simply read and expose people's vulnerabilities for fun or?" He prompted once more. It made you burst out into a laugh again.

"It's only one of my favorite hobbies." You saw his big, imperfect smile come around again. His eyes began to soften, and you knew you wanted to see more of it.

"I can teach you if you'd like."

He nodded his head quietly. "I would."

The room began to calm and people began to sit. He was the first to bring his focus to the front of the room. And you did not long after.

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Once the assembly ended, there seemed to be a silent agreement to find a way out of the room. As the buzzing came again, the two of you found a quiet hallway that let the mid-day sunlight shine through.

His back fell against the wall, facing the windows over the river.

“That was two hours of nothing.” He reflected calmly, but absolutely astonished.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one thinking it. I can’t believe it!” You admitted passionately, yet still in a hushed tone. He turned toward you.

“There were over a hundred officials in that room yet a fraction of what two people can do was accomplished. The relevant notions could be summarized within the span of 30 minutes and those who had zero to affix claimed the most time.”

“It isn’t that a hundred can’t be efficient, it’s that they all have their motives. Some less pure than others.”

He seemed taken aback, not like you were any different when you began.

“Do you deduce?” He asked hesitantly and you hesitated. After a quick decision, you inched yourself closer to him.

“It isn’t… exactly… a surmise.” You whispered the admission.

“But the amount it would take leave an impact… Some form of honor must be present in most. It is what the job requires.” He reasoned.

“You’d be surprised.” You concluded with a disappointed sigh. “But you didn’t hear that from me, of course.”

“Of course not.” He responded quietly. Clearly half of himself was in thought.

"At the very least I hope they aren’t all as tedious. If guilty, may Gaia help us find a rope.”

His eyes widened and he laughed with disbelief.

“Or maybe she and Bast gave a partner to bare it with.” He continued, with a hint of unsureness. You narrowed your eyes humorously and you felt his chest started to beat harder.

“.....that may be the more reasonable route.”

“May?” His laugh reverberated off the walls of the hallway.

One of the Wakandan guards came into sight from the end of the hallway behind him looking panicked. She eased at the sight of him unharmed but subtly glared at you. He turned back to see what you were looking at.

“My Prince, we will be leaving now. The King has requested to leave for the day.” She firmly spoke, clearly annoyed.

He sighed disappointingly before he turned back to you.

“I must be going, unfortunately.”

“No, the timing is right. I should be meeting my mother anyways.”

“Should I- let me walk you to where you rendezvous.” He said, getting all awkward again. It was cute.

He saw you politely shake your head. “A kind gesture, but I will decline. But uh, I’m glad I met you.” He saw your own nervousness shine through your confidence.

He smiled, sensing it.

“Alessandra Vitale.” He confirmed your name. You liked the way he said it.

“T’Challa Udaku.” You did the same. He liked the way you said his.

You friendly offered your hand and his eyebrows lifted with surprise. Never in his life had he met someone who offered him a hand. Never in your life had you offered a hand and had someone not take it.

“Prince.” The Dora hardly corrected from behind him. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Oh, that’s right! Royals don’t shake hands.” You retracted your hand quickly. Now feeling bashful, you muttered “My mistake.”

He looked at your hand, and back at you. His years of etiquette lessons buried in the back of his mind finally came to light. Unlike the times before, the automatic gesture triggered insecure anxiety. He gently took hold of your hand and lifted it to his lips.

The formulaic kiss to the back of your fingers felt rehearsed, but nonetheless, butterflies fluttered around in your belly. A blush rose to your cheeks.

As he lowered your hand he began trying to ask you something. He kept on breaking eye contact as he stumbled over his words. You chuckled, kept on trying to meet his gaze.

Seeing your gentle smile all he wanted was to ask to see you again, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.

“Yes?” You asked interestedly, so close to him and eyes all bright.

“My Prince.” She warned again. He scolded himself to get the words out because he knew, you were someone he didn’t want to go without seeing again, again, then again again.

“I’d still like that lesson.” The words finally came off his tongue.

You thought, then a light bulb appeared in your head. You dashed to the small notebook in the pocket of your pants and scribbled on it. Ripping and offering the paper to him, he took it looking composed.

“Call me?” You asked, hopefully.

He nodded one last time. "I will."

The guard behind him was reaching her limit of irritation.

"Well then- Bye." You simply smiled.

"Bye." He hummed.

As he left, the giddy feeling in your stomach intensified.

Seconds after leaving you, he felt his want to meet you again throb.

A giddy, juvenile smile didn’t leave your lips the entire way home.

The uncomfortable feeling he hated, he didn’t mind bearing anymore. The short flight with his uncle back to school didn't seem as suffocating.

From the moment you arrived home, you didn't wait like Roberto said. All you did was shout "Fina! I understand you now!"

#black panther x reader #t'challa x oc #t'challa x reader #young t'challa x reader #fanfiction #young t'challa #marvel fanfiction #marvelau #marvel au

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋!𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝖥𝖺𝖾!𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 870

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 @namjinsmoonchile 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖾...𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖮𝗇𝖾

He was known in town for his looks. That charming boxy smile, eyes so dark they rivaled the night, skin smoother than glass, he was said to be some kind of demon. A demon come from hell to tempt all the women in the world. They spoke of dark deals made under the moon, music heard in the dead of night when all should be sleeping…he was a demon consorting with witches and devils. Oh, how wrong they were. He was from a simple birth, modest in his way of life as he lived off the land passed down by his family. Kim Taehyung lived alone in his little cottage filled with endless flowers and overflowing with canvases and paint.

She was invisible to most and seen by few. Her hair defied gravity and hung around her head as a thick halo of dark coils; almond brown eyes reflected golden hues in the sun and her skin was rich and warm, kissed by endless love from the light above and melanated by Earth. She was his muse and came to him in the dead of night, soft and pretty, as she whispered in his dreams. A simple figment of his imagination, he told himself. For there were no women in town with skin as warm and a smile so inviting. She came to life on his canvas, his mediums seemingly bring no justice to her endless beauty. He loved her, his muse, and he held her in his arms every night.

As he woke in the morning, head foggy and muddled, he shivered as the sun embraced him. The warmth is a teasing ghost of what he longed for most. Stretching, Taehyung moved from his bed and got ready for his day. He needed to paint and for some reason the riverbank called to him, begged him to stop by. Gathering his art supplies by the door, Taehyung fixed himself a lunch to carry along and quickly left his home. The straw hat on his head did little to shield him from the bright sun, but he didn’t care. The air was fresh and heavy with life; it cleansed his soul and cleared his mind. To the river he went, humming to himself as he walked along the beaten path of his family’s footsteps.

Nearing the river, Taehyung’s footsteps faltered as a sweet scent tickled his nose. He looked around and saw nothing new, but the scent beckoned him forward. Wanting to indulge this new scent, Taehyung pressed on and once at the river, his breath left him. Millions of tall purple flowers that he had never seen before covered the once empty ground and he swallowed thickly. The scent was overwhelmingly peaceful, and Taehyung felt the need to recreate the beauty in front of him. He moved closer to the unknown flowers and set up his small station, his easel finding its place in the deep grooves etched into the Earth. Such a sight should never be forgotten and so, Taehyung focused on the flowers in front of him. Reaching out, he carefully plucked two and examined them up close. His fingers tingle from the softness, and he smiled.

A single thought popped into his mind, maybe a memory of last night’s dream? Taehyung looked around the riverbank slowly and inhaled deeply, “Won’t you come sit with me, my muse? Tell me of these strange new flowers that you’ve created?” His dark eyes gleamed in the sunlight as he waited for her response and soon after a gentle wind caressed his being, his blonde curls kissing his cheeks ever so lightly. He closed his eyes and listened for her voice in the wind. “Lavender?” Taehyung opened his eyes and looked down at the flower in his hand. “Lavender…a name more beautiful yet.”

At the market, Taehyung stood at his stall proudly as many of the townspeople passed by. Some stopped to stare at his art while others shook their heads and avoided eye contact. A small child, no older than six, ran up to Taehyung with wide eyes as she pointed to the painting of the purple field.

“What are those, mister? They are sooo pretty!”

Taehyung smiled and crouched down in front of the child, “That, my dear girl is a field of lavender.” Taehyung watched as the child’s eyes sparkled in wonder and delight. “Would you like to have one?” The little girl nodded her head excitedly and Taehyung pulled a single flower from his breast pocket, “Treat this little flower with the utmost care.” Taehyung placed the flower in the child’s hand and her eyes widened.

“It smells nice!”

Before Taehyung could respond, the child’s mother ran up and snatched the flower from her hand. “What did I tell you? Stay away from him!” The woman sneered as she threw the flower at Taehyung and dragged her crying child away.

Taehyung looked down at his feet and watched as the lavender flower started to wilt. He scooped it up gently and put it back into his pocket, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. He slapped a smile onto his face and continued about his day; bartering and selling his works…though no one wanted his lavender field.

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#lavender field #soc taehyung #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #bts fantasy au #kpop ambw #black!reader #taehyung x black reader #exqueuese me

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no there's nothing surprising about extremely plausible allegations of the veteran's administration racially abusing Black veterans the settler colonialist military has been about racially abusing non white people since fucking jamestown

in the year of our lord one thousand six hundred seven

yes it's still shocking and demoralizing and fucking terrible that so little has actually changed like how the hell do we make it stick when white americans have shown ourselves to be eternally willing to recolonize this place whenever the adequately melanated get near something approximating actual power

i'm very depressed and heartily glad i do not have a child who would have to listen to me being depressed at them because i grew up in a home where i was various adults' emotional support animal and it fucking sucks and it broke me

anyway i'm deeply crazy and still very very correct in my political analyses and if being right mattered a femtoshit i might not be structurally poor

thanks for coming to my ted talk

we're going to play a game and we'll all have a very nice time

#actually psychotic #sigh #i'm very tired

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Legend of Vajra Chapter 22: Red Alert

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/109666566

Senate Tower, Coruscant

Var Suthra was waiting for Vajra and Kira with more bad news. A bomb had gone off in the scientists’ quarters. Only one scientist had survived the blast, but he had been severely injured, and had died soon after. But he had lived long enough to tell Var Suthra one vital piece of information; that the planet prison's activation would be heralded by a massive heat build-up.

The scientists' deaths had been a heavy loss; they might have had a lot more vital information.

Var Suthra had clearly been rattled by the recent developments. With his entire command staff watching, as well as the highest ranking Coruscant Guards, he admitted, “I… I’m sorry to put you on the spot, Sir Vajra. But I don’t know what to do here. I’m far too compromised at the moment.”

Once everyone recovered from their shock, all eyes turned to Vajra.

Vajra was deeply uncomfortable, going by how hard he gripped his Lightsaber. “Alright then; here’s what we need to do. We know for certain that Tarnis didn’t steal the Planet Prison prototype; it’s still in our vaults. If he plans to use one on Coruscant, he’ll have to build one from scratch. Luckily for us, we know exactly what he needs to build one. We have the plans with us, too. T7 and any other military scientist we can bring in on short notice need to list out all these components, and determine which are the hardest to come by. We secure any avenue known to supply these parts and materials. Any people we send in need to be ready for a big fight. The SIS can help us look into all the places Tarnis could be hiding. We have a rough idea of where he vanished; hopefully we can narrow it down enough to find anything suspicious. In the meantime, we perform hourly thermal scans of the planet, and respond to anything nearing the levels we were warned about.”

“As good a plan as any,” Colonel Rebo looked at Var Suthra, who just nodded. “I’ll give the orders. We can pull in Doctor Margaret Clenteon. Her lab is in the Galactic Market.”

“Do it,” Var Suthra said. He looked down at his hands. “Fix my mistakes… before it’s too late.”

“Remarkable, isn’t it?” Doctor Margaret Clenteon had never, in her thirty years of working as a weapons developer, seen something quite like the Planet prison. “Doctor Godera really was a genius. Shame he’s no longer with us.”

The young Knight frowned. “Godera? But I thought—”

“What, you thought Tarnis dreamed it up?” Ret snorted. “He was good, no doubt there, but true invention was not his spice of choice. And now I know why. I wish spice really had been the spice of his life. The initial design was Godera’s, but this model has since been refined.”

“Let’s put aside our professional respect for the maniacal Sith, shall we?” her deputy Chief, Vizim asked. “What have we got here?”

Clarence Scott spoke up. “A lot of these parts are standard. Three hundred and fifty kilograms of durasteel; ultrathin superconducting gold wire coil, nearly a hundred and thirty kilometers of it. Expensive, but procurable in at least a thousand stores on Coruscant alone… though perhaps not in that size. The list goes on.”

“Skip to the good part.”

“Got it, Doc.” He scanned it as quickly as he could.

“Maybe if someone could help him?” Ret suggested. “As I recall, there are seven hundred and twenty-nine components to look through.”

Suzannah Coleman, Tirak’laven, Litor Melan, Adebamarani, and Ustilo Carahad hastily picked up a paper each. The young Knight retreated to the door.

Good. Stay out of our way.

After three minutes, Clarence and Ustilo both shouted “Got it!”

“Firkrann crystal, ninety-three kilograms,” Clarence said.

“An alloy of Frasium, Aurodium and Promethium,” Ustilo added.

“And a highly conductive ceramic called V-0LT-33!” Adebamarani hissed triumphantly.

“I know what the alloy and the ceramic is for,” Vizim said. “It must be for this housing. The one that draws power from the Firkrann crystal, whatever that is…”

“It’s a mineral that’s used as Lightsaber crystals sometimes,” the Knight offered. “It produces an ion blade, allowing the user to disable electrical systems.”

“Shoulda figured that out yourself,” Ret laughed.

“It’s expensive, not to mention unstable in those quantities,” Clarence said. “You need a very difficult-to-get license to mine and transport it.”

“T7, make a list of all licensed traders,” the Knight whispered softly. “And forward it to the General. If any one of them comes here, we must be the first to meet them.”

The Astromech warbled compliance.

“What about the alloys?” the Jedi asked. “And the housing? How difficult is it to fabricate it?”

“Only three workshops on Coruscant good enough for it,” Ret answered, already looking through the data. “And seventy-three in Republic Space.”

“Name these labs, please. If there’s only three on Coruscant, I don’t see Tarnis trying to build it here.”

“Agreed,” Vizima nodded. “But that doesn’t mean he won’t call in workshops from Imperial space. Or Hutt-controlled. Heck, I’m sure GSI and Czerka have one lab each which we haven’t heard about.”

“Hmm.” Rett thought about it. “So the real problem is the smugglers they might call on then… I wonder if suddenly tightening security will make everyone panic.”

“There was an orange alert issued just yesterday,” the boy Knight reminded her. “And multiple explosions in the Senate tower. Some of which got reported on. I think we can tighten traffic into the planet without too much more panic. Or I hope so, at least.”

“But it’s vastly easier to focus on this crystal,” Ret said. “So how about it?”

“Done. I know I’m asking for a miracle, but…”

“Is there a way to counter the Planet Prison?” Vizima chortled. The old man had been at this way too long. “Possible. Not likely. Doesn’t mean we can’t try, if the boss is willing.”

“She is. There’s always that chance we can modify an existing solution. And Godera never penned down a weapon concept, without also mentioning its counteracting principle. We’ll get to work on it right away. You can leave now, we have nothing more for you.”

The Knight thanked them and left. Ret had already started to forget about him.

The only thing Dina hated more than guard duty, was guard duty when something big was going down. Most of the Guard were being sent all over the sector. In fact, Guards all over Coruscant were being mobilized, but she’d start her door watcher shift in thirty minutes.

Granted, the veterans were being picked first—Amon had been one of the first picked up for duty—but how was one to become a veteran herself, if she wasn’t allowed to gain experience? Looking back, the Galactic Markets mission had been thrilling, but she hadn’t learned anything herself. Without the boy Knight’s protection, she hadn’t been able to get a single shot off.

Captain Stede and her men had been able to break cover from time to time and return shots. Her pink-haired friend had even done an impressive roll to get to someone who needed medical attention. She needed another scrap so that she could face her fear again… but here she was stuck watching the command post with Ila. For now, she was in the Guards’ common room.

“Listen up, Miller Squad!” Captain Phelps barked. “Your objective is a Starship repair shop in the Durindfire Sector. The weapon requires a hundred-and-thirty-kilometer-long ultrathin superconducting gold wire. By some luck, there’s only three places which have the component of this length. Making another one takes at least a week, so if we can deny the enemy this, we buy ourselves that long at least. Expect trouble, and I hope the Sith himself isn’t out gathering his parts. If he does, you’re screwed. But take heart; Sith don’t like doing any ‘peasant duty’. Worst case, you should be facing others like you.”

“Just the twelve of us?” a dark-skinned guard about Amon’s age asked calmly.

“No. You’ll get thirty-six more guards from other precincts. For obvious reasons, we’re not reducing the security here in the Senate Tower.”

“Of course.”

“The market value for the coil is fifteen thousand credits. You can buy it out for thirty-five. If the seller goes for less, you and the other squads can split the difference among yourselves.”

The guards murmured appreciatively.

“Dismissed. If you get into a fight, kick their asses.”

“Love a good speech, Sir.”

The twelve guards jogged out of the building, and Captain Phelps studied at her datapad, looking through more orders as they came.

“Damn,” Felix Blunt whispered. “I think we’re almost down to half-strength now!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Binnasace replied. “We’re down to seventy-five at most. Like Edna says, can’t afford to leave the Senate understaffed.”

“That’s ‘Captain Phelps’ to you,” Phelps said distractedly. “I suppose I’ll have to put everyone down on double-shifts before long.”

There was a general outcry of dissatisfaction.

“I can’t help it, boys and girls!” Phelps grumbled. “It’s a state of emergency.”

“If it’s an emergency, why do we have a kid leading us?” Dorund Blavs wanted to know. “I know he’s a full Knight, supposedly, but why him?”

“Because Var Suthra put him in charge.”

“I have reservations too,” Tomee Reial said. “Why does command get passed to him? This is Coruscant after all. We have other Generals here, right?” When everyone shook their heads, he went on, “Well… we have Colonels like Hannibal Rebo! Even a Lieutenant would be better.”

“What do you think, Dina, Ila? You two were his escort for that first outing after all.”

“I dunno,” Dina shrugged noncommittally. “He’s a fantastic warrior. I had my jaw hanging all the way to the floor when he fought his way across a battlefield like it was nothing. But then he arrested Timmins for murder.” Everyone muttered angrily for a few seconds. “I think the Jedi are out of touch. Or they’re too… orthodox. At least where their beliefs are concerned. And that can be a bad thing. What if we need force to interrogate a suspect? What if killing one man saves thousands? I don’t think it’s a good idea to have someone up there who sees things in black and white.”

“I think that’s unfair,” Ila said. “The suspect had already given up the info we needed. He was weaponless, and had surrendered. Plus, he could have given us more… it’s not like this heist had been his only job. I don’t like it, but the one at fault there was Timmins, not the Jedi.”

Several guards sighed; others glowered dangerously.

“The issue here isn’t his beliefs,” Sagbarom rumbled. “It’s his experience. His decisiveness.”

“Many of us are being kept here today, due to lack of experience,” Dina said. “Why does he get a free pass?”

“Because he has proven himself,” Phelps was finally caught up on… whatever was in her datapad. “He did some fighting and some leading on Tython. You were complaining about how empty it was in here today? It’s because he’s made decisions. Logical decisions. And he made them quickly. No doubt Generals Malcom or Garza—or Supreme Commander Rans—might have been quicker, but they’re not here. Var Suthra was the one supposed to hold down the fort, but he’s too badly shaken. Can we blame him? A literal Sith Lord made his way to the top of his secret program, then made off with details on everything. I’d have serious doubts about myself if it was me.”

“We’re not talking about Var Suthra,” Dorund said. “It’s the Jedi. Sure, he made a few good calls. But can he make the big ones? Can he decide to let even a few innocents die to save the galaxy? Why does he have us on containment duty, when we could try setting traps for the bastard instead? Wait for his hired help to show, then follow them?”

“Really, Blavs? Have you ever tried to tail someone? Know how difficult it is? Especially here on Coruscant? There’s few worlds where it’s this easy to shake off pursuit.”

“Besides which, I do have teams ready for tailing duty,” the Jedi’s tired voice emerged from the doorway. Everyone whipped around, looking mortified. “SIS, mostly. I’ve got some bad news.”

Kira felt a chill run down her spine as she left the speeder. “Master Vajra,” she spoke into her call. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

There was silence on the other end for a second. “Sit tight. I’m sending in your backup.”

“They’ll just have to join in later. We’re going in.”

Her heart throbbed in her throat, and she hiccupped a few times from nerves. It had been years since that had happened. Not even in the Spaceport.

Take it easy! She told herself. You almost died in the spaceport, and your body just remembers. It’s nervous from that. Might not mean anything at all. Easy breaths. Easy.

“You alright, Jedi?”

“I’m fine, Sergeant. Stay sharp.”

“The warehouse we’re looking for is close. Just a hundred meters in that direction.”

“Good. I’ll lead the way. Jedi make for a fascinating target.”

They reached the warehouse and found people approaching from a different direction. People who were wearing their uniforms out in the open. They cursed right when Kira did.

“DIRTY IMPS!” she hollered, wasting no time going for her Lightsaber. She Pulled a man and impaled him on her outstretched blade, and as his startled ‘Auuughh…” started to fade away, Kira plucked off his dogtags, and ducked behind cover to scan it.

‘Corporal Alaric Doyle,’ her datapad read. “Imperial Black Ops thranta.”

“Shit. Master!” she screamed into her comm. “Confirmed sighting of Imperial Black Ops soldiers! Repeat, Imperial Black Ops has entered the fray!”

Back in the Senate Tower Barracks

The boy Knight took a deep breath before continuing. “Captain, I’m sorry to cut your break short. Kira’s team has encountered armed opposition. Soldiers from Imperial Black Ops, in full armor. I’m sending out a red alert in a few minutes. The whole planet will be on lockdown now.”

The guards forgot their misgivings. Everyone just sat there, going pale and numb. Many started shaking; some, like Felix and Ila, started hyperventilating. Everyone remembered the last time Imperial armor was seen on the capital.

“Anyone who needs a moment… please take it now. But get back up. Coruscant needs you. I need you. Captain, this situation is no longer enough for the Guard. I’ve requested all available military bases to prepare for war. Under my command. Since the Coruscant Guard doesn’t have a real overall leader, I’m asking you to fill that role.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“I’m giving you the temporary rank of Colonel, so consider everyone in there your peers for the duration of this crisis. Promote the best leaders you know of to higher posts, have them report to you directly.”

“I… thank you Sir.”

“Come to the Command Center when you’re ready. May the Force be with us all.”

#star wars #swtor #the old republic #fanfic #fanfiction #jedi knight #hero of tython

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