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evilisk · 4 years

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Reading Len’En Profiles Pt 1

Just realized that except for Jun, Shou and Hibaru, I’ve been making judgments on characters purely off the games and also my gut. I’m gonna go through the profiles and see if they can change my mind. This part is for the Evanescent Existence characters.

Yabusame Houlen

Original Opinion: Except for that one line when talking to ‘Tsubakura’ in EE, Yabusame seemed perfectly sensible, if a little boring, as a character. Then EMS comes along and they are consistently portrayed as ‘dumb as Sukune’ in EMS and RMI. I find it hard to like a dumb protagonist, though RMI pairing them with Tsuba made them more tolerable.

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Apparently Yabu was always meant to be dumb, JynX just didn’t do a good job of showing it in EE

I find it hilarious that line 1 is “Yabu can be described is plain and boring” but then line 2 is “Yabu is outrageous weirdo”

I did pick up on “Yabu is a cross dimensional thing” but I did not know they were *not* spirited away to Senri in this game... that explains one line during their convo with Tsuru.

New Opinion: Eh, I still don’t like ‘em. Their profile makes it seem like they’re a satellite character to Tsubakura and I don’t really like one of the series protags having that kind of attitude.

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Tsubakura Enraku

Original Opinion: I had no opinion on Tsuba in EE since you spent almost no time with them. EMS and RMI made me realize I do like Tsubakura... thought not as much as I like Kuroji. My impression of them is “lazy, entertaining jerk’ with strong emphasis on the lazy part.

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“Young genius scientist” is not what I was expecting to read in Tsuba’s profile. The “slave to sponsorships” and “suspicious research” makes them sound really shady tbh.

It’s zany that a young genius scientist was Tsuru’s first pick for their successor / substitute.

Why is their power described as ‘controlling ink’ only for ‘ink’ to actually be frigging nanomachines? Why do you write profiles like this JynX?

Enjoying things which are enjoyable is my ability too.

New Opinion: Tsuba is way more interesting than I gave them credit for, though I can’t believe “the greatest prodigy in all of history” is supposed to be one of their titles. Now I can understand Kuroji’s salt.

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Kurohebi

Original Opinion: I have no opinion on Kurohebi (I typically don’t have opinions on Stage 1 bosses even in Touhou) other than ‘the comparisons to Rumia make me very angry’ because Rumia makes me angry. (NOTE: My opinion is that Rumia is a PC98 character who stumbled out of a PC98 game and lucked out into being the Stage 1 Boss of the most popular Touhou game ever)

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So you’re telling me that Kurohebi is this super Frankenstein and is such an ultimate assassin that you can’t detect them by sound or even touch, only by sight, and that they’re actually a “fake assassin” only because they haven’t been given an assassination order yet? What the hell, I love Kurohebi now, why the hell are they only a Stage 1 Boss?!

New Opinion: No seriously, how could you make the character with the coolest backstory the Stage 1 Boss, Jynx?!

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Aoji Shitodo

Original Opinion: I don’t like them for being a wimp, and also for being Absurdly hard for a Stage 2 Boss (seriously, even on Easy, they’re too Hard!)

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Wow, this profile has nothing! Seriously, it describes their powers and that’s it. There’s only two lines describing their personality, and they’re details you can easily pick out from the game (they’re the youngest Shitodo sibling, and they’re hesitant)

New Opinion: I have the exact same opinion as before, as reading their profile is like adding 0 to an existing number.

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Hooaka Shitodo

Original Opinion: They’re also pretty hard (I hate that spell card where they summon a bullet maze that you have to scale before it fires downwards) but at least they’re on Stage 4 instead of Stage 2. And I guess they have some funny lines too.

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Wait, their species is “Magician”? What? Are we operating on Touhou rules here? (In Touhou, Magician is a subspecies of Youkai)

I’m also not getting a whole lot out of this profile (talk about powers is useless to me). All I’m really getting is that Hooaka can read the mood (literally) and that they’re quite adaptable.

I’ve heard that Hooaka is a lazy bum, so I’m a bit surprised it’s not referenced anywhere. Is Hooaka in Brilliant Pagoda then? Cause they’re sure as hell not in EMS or RMI.

New Opinion: I don’t know what to do with the information that they’re very adaptable. And that they’re species is “Magician”, but I guess I still like ‘em more than Aoji (who, by comparison, is still my least favourite EE character).

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Kuroji Shitodo

Original Opinion: I didn’t really like this character for feeling like discount Seija, but I slowly came around on them. I can’t hate on this dashing and competent scamp in purple who is ready to shakedown everyone and everything. It helps that they’re basically the underdog MC (now if only they’d stop problematically blackmailing poor Snek Kid)

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Continuing the weird bit on Species, we have Kuroji’s species as “Scholar of Prehistory” (though they’re listed as Human in the subsequent description.

Their backstory is sounding a lot like discount Tsubakura tbh...oh, okay, I get it. No wonder they see Tsuba as their rival.

With how many mentions of Tsuba there is in their profile, it’s no wonder they ended up being a player character in EMS. Because besides Tsubakura themselves, the other two characters that focus on Tsuba on their profile are also the two player characters in *this game*.

I didn’t really pick up on the Historian theme (I don’t have “Historian” in the same mindspace as “Archaeologist”) though in hindsight, their two themes do have “History” in their titles.

I think if I read their profile as I was playing EE, I probably would have liked Kuroji even less (bc of the discount Tsubakura angle)

New Opinion: Kuroji’s still my favourite MC though I empathize with them a little more with this profile.

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“Clause”

Original Opinion: This fella gives me big Rinnosuke vibes. I do not like this fella.

Profile Details:

Ah I see, so Clause is exactly what they appear to be (they’re that one annoying person you know, who is now so much worse now that they have actual superpowers)

Thank God Wilhelm von Clausewitz etc. isn’t their real name. Now if only some character got to rib ‘Clausewitz’ about this.

“Species: Annoyance” okay yeah, JynX is totally joking around here.

This isn’t in the profile, but the one good point I’ll give to Clause is that even Suzumi gets annoyed by their talk.

New Opinion: So, basically, what you’re saying is, I am totally justified in not liking this fella. Got it.

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Tsurubami Senri

Original Opinion: Tsuru’s easily the coolest character in this game, but is that any surprise? I mean, they’re one of the two original player characters, they have a cool fight, they have one of the best tracks in the game AND they have the best smack talk too. They even BTFO Suzumi in her own Extra route. They’re basically the complete package.

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I actually know a lot about Tsuru just because they seem to be such an integral part of Len’En’s setting, and most lore bits that you see repeated ad nauseum (e.g. Tsuru is a militant tyrant) seem to be ripped directly from Senri’s profile.

With that said, uh, what the hell does “ability to raise poultry” mean?! Is Tsuru a farmer? Or is this referencing the final two lines where Tsuru can “raise latent potential in others” and then use it for themselves? (If it’s the latter, ‘poultry’ is an incredibly unsettling way of describing that power’)

Wait, are you telling me that Tsuru did all of this so they could go on VACATION?! What the hell. Tsuru really is “tired Reimu”

New Opinion: This character just got a little more interesting. I’m hoping they get to be playable in Brilliant Pagoda or Haze Castle, but in their true form instead of their disguised form.

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On Suzumi

I already mentioned them a bunch of times, but yeah, I sort of get what their deal is, just from in-game conversations and from general popular knowledge of the series (e.g. you can’t not watch a video with her theme without all the commentators losing their shit, talking about how spooky she is).

Since this is about profiles and since I also don’t specifically remember what reveals about Suzumi were in EE, I’ll hold off on writing about her until she gets an in-game profile I can comment on.

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And that’s about it. Aside from Aoji, Clause and Yabusame (who were like my bottom 3 EE characters already), I have a much better appreciation of EE’s cast. I’ll get to doing EMS and RMI’s casts soon.

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bordapanic · 5 years

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An Angel On Your Shoulder (Pt 2)

Words: 1,000~ || CW: … Billford || Priest Ford with an “Angel” (Demon) Bill who’s 100% planning on seducing him || Pt 1 Here

He still had reservations about closing the church doors. He worried about closing off from people that could have shown up (that never did now though) but what if someone did and they came to locked doors.

Ford put his own feelings on the matter aside though. Bill had told him to do this, and even if Ford himself couldn’t see the good it would do he didn’t doubt Bill. He still wasn’t entirely sure why Bill had been visiting solely him on earth, but it had to be important. The most Bill would say was that he would see and about great things to be done, that he would do. Just needed a little guidance from Bill to put him on the path.

Of all beings, one didn’t need to question that an angel knew best.

It still made Ford a bit restless the majority of time when Bill wasn’t around though. All the more appreciated when Bill showed.

Ford had tried to be patient. Maybe unsuccessfully, he supposed. If he was going to pray for Bill though, he was at least going to try and do it with as much respect as possible. Bill had only made an off handed comment about praying to him. He hadn’t quite suggested it as much as just let him know of it as a possibility.

The more Ford thought about it the more nervous he got at the idea of praying for Bill simply for his presence. More days passed without Bill though and Ford wanted to at least try.

He picked the grandest room and set candles around it, hoping the ceremony of preparing the room for Bill was how he was supposed to do this. Yellowed wax dripped down the side of the candles and over gilded stands and onto the old wood or thick, cold stone of the floor.

He knelt onto the stone, the cold seeping up quickly through his robes and into his skin. The comfort of a pillow somehow seemed wrong for this.

He pressed his hands flat onto the front of his thighs, closing his eyes to pray for him.

“Bill.” He should use the full name. “Bill Cipher, I ask that you grace me with your presence.”

His voice went out into the large and empty room and Ford suppressed fidgeting. What if he was just speaking aloud to no effect because he had not started properly. The room felt huge around him, his voice not reaching farther than the space just around him.

“Please, allow me your company once more.”

What is this wasn’t formal enough. Embarrassment and worry made his neck and ears flush. The air felt thick and suffocating.

“I humbly seek your guidance.”

What if it wasn’t meant to have been formal at all? What would he have wanted. “Bill...”

He tried to imagine the angel listening to him. He could picture the angel, golden hair and brilliant. Details about him that seemed to have become ingrained in his mind.

He fervently continued. “Bill... please, I want to see you again. I know I am only human, but please.” He breathed. “Your presence fills me in a way I have never known before, and I want...” He was asking too much. Too selfish. Asking for an angel not because of any importance, but just because it was what he wished.

Then, a hand, so much warmer than Ford’s own, pressed down over top where one of his own was on his thigh with fingers that had started to curl up. Ford stifled his breath, heart skipping a beat.

“Finish the sentence.” Bill’s voice came from slightly above him, sinking down into the air around him, and a finger under Ford’s chin pointed his face up.

In the moment he felt like he wanted a dozen different things, all of them from Bill. The words came out like a confession. “I want you to... I want to be near you.” Just like this. This was all he needed.

The finger under his chin trailed down lightly under Ford’s jaw line, barely there. Ford kept his face turned upward and his breathing quiet, still with his eyes closed as though Bill may disappear if he opened them. “Bill...” He said in quiet reverence.

What had been a light touch turned into Bill’s hand gripping the underside of his chin, holding him in place. “Open your eyes.” He commanded.

Ford did and was immediately struck by the blazing intensity from Bill. His eyes burned like suns, with a bright, golden glow that was distinctly not human. There was no mistaking Bill for anything less than what he was, a higher being with immense powers. In the back of his mind, Ford distantly thought of warrior angels with flaming swords, but the comparison felt weak to Bill before him now.

Bill pulled Ford’s face forward and Ford offered no resistance, breathing high in his chest, fingers that felt sharply tipped twisted at the edge of his face.

It felt like a moment that could go over the edge at any point, but then the energy in the room gradually lowered. The intensity leaving Bill’s face as he appeared once more as relatively normal. Even how he held Ford’s chin simply felt like he was merely holding onto it now.

“Isn’t that cute?” Bill said, with a giddy amusement. “You didn’t tell me you were going to pray to me!”

Ford still had not quite recovered when Bill let him go. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to stand right now. “You mentioned it once.” He let his hands go to the floor to stabilize himself.

“Sure did. Wooh.” He laughed to himself. “I haven’t been prayed to in centuries!”

“What?” Ford was dumbstruck. “Why not? How could that be?”

Bill waved a hand. “Eh, your whole race lost track of my name! Lost a couple texts here. Damaged another there. Eventually the information was just gone!”

“I need to write your name down then. So it doesn’t happen again.”

Bill paused for a moment like he hadn’t expected that. Just as quickly though he recovered. “Not a bad idea! Write about me. No other living human would be able to do a better job at it than you.”

#billford #billford au #gf fic #gravity falls #manipulation #as i said on the ao3 link #i realized afterwards that i got pRETTY close to a ficlet from anysin-can-hadplen #so shoutout to them!!!#holla at all their billford ficlets man #goD i don't even have the strength to reread this rn #look okay even getting close to these sort of thEMES is new territory writing wise for me #/i love reading this stuff SO much but man writing is hard and embarassing/

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 7

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

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

Word Count: 2.2k

The outreach center was operating in its usual mode. Children playing in the gymnasium and fitness centers, tutoring area giving one on one help to kids on their studies, lunches and snacks distributed on schedule. Luckily attendance rose with the stat of the regular school year.

Issa helped in the tutoring room with Frieda and a couple of other volunteers.

“Issa! We have really picked up our numbers since the first week, isn’t this exciting?” Frieda asks with a smile bigger than her hair.

Issa couldn’t help but admit the same. “I know! I really can’t believe it, but I guess T’Challa was right. They will come eventually, long as we are consistent and patient about it.”

Frieda puts on a thoughtful look peering at Issa. “Wise words, from a king nonetheless. Have you guys been...getting along?”

Issa instantly starts to sweat. “Hey Bradley! Don’t let those equations divide your attention. Multiply your knowledge young’un!” Issa yells out across the room abruptly, causing the other students to sit up and look at her suspiciously.

“Which one is Bradley…” Frieda asks searching the room.

There was no Bradley, Issa just needed an excuse to change the subject from T’Challa.

“He back there. So, um, have you seen Nakia around today? I was hoping to get to talk to her a little bit to go over some stuff.”

“Oh no worries. I already got with her about the one piece she wore. I saw you couldn’t keep staring so I asked where she got it, but she said it’s exclusive to her tribe so we probably shouldn’t appropriate.”

Issa blinks wildly, shaking her head. “Wait, did she say we shouldn’t appropriate?”

Frieda shakes her head. “No, that’s my thoughts on it.”

“Frieda, it wouldn’t be appropriation if I did it. You passed the diversity training with flying colors, I don’t know why this trips you up still.”

“Ohhh, right. I’m sorry I almost stripped you of your Black identity to your roots. Honestly, I can’t believe my foolishness.”

“Plus that wasn’t even what I was talkin about. I need her to-”

“Can y’all take this conversation outside or put a pin in it? My thesis ain’t gonna write itself.” One shiny, round boy boy spoke up from his laptop.

“Sorry! Bradley…?” Issa asks.

“Stefon, lady. Damn!” He corrects.

“Young man, remember the clean language policy please.” Frieda warns gently.

“How about y’all just REMEMBER, ma’am?” The boy says with some neck work.

Issa mutters to herself. “Damn, he really is a Stefon. Um, sorry. Frieda, I’m going to find Nakia, you got this?”

Frieda waves her off. “No doubt. Take your time!”

Issa walks out of the tutoring area towards the administrative offices where Nakia is located. The secretary says hello as she confirms with Issa that Nakia was present and wrapping up a meeting.

Issa sat down and pulled out her phone to pass the time, seeing a message from Kellie in the group chat.

(K) Is Tiffany covering the bill for this girls night since this was her damn idea? Shit is high as hell, even after happy hour discount.

Molly pops up. No girl, just stick to what you can do, we’ll wind down at my spot afterwards anyway. Save your drink money.

That’s👏 what 👏 I’m 👏 talkin 👏 bout! Kelli emotes.

Oh, Molly, you cool if Nakia is at your place too?

(M) She comin??

I’m about to ask…

(K) Oh! If we bringin plus ones, lemme bring my Butterball to the function too!

(M) NO! Y’all ain’t fuckin in my damn apartment.

(K) Woooow, like I’m that disrespectful. Fuck you too then!

So is that a yeah or…

(M) If you get the balls to ask, she can. But she ain’t my business, so if things go south, she out!

Issa hears Nakia’s door open followed by laughter. Nakia walks out with T’Challa, stopping to give him a hug, making Issa squirm uncomfortably. T’Challa breaks away and turns to see her.

“Issa! Hello, you look well. Were you waiting on me?” T’Challa asks, while striding over to Issa, holding her hand to stand her up. His sunny demeanor was hard to ignore, especially when she wasn’t sure if it was truly for her or from Nakia.

“No, actually, I am here to see Nakia. I wanted to have a little talk, girl talk, you know.” Issa says, stammering slightly.

T’Challa smiles looking back at Nakia. “Be kinder to her than you just were to me, eh? Issa, I would like to see you later. Call me when you are free.” He says kissing the back of her hand with a wink.

“Issa, come in. I was hoping to see you actually.” Nakia’s ethereal voice calls out to her as she gracefully turns to go back into her office, beckoning Issa with a twirl of her fingers in the air.

As Issa walks in, she is caught up in the decor of Nakia’s office. Earth tones set her mood at ease with the dark wood panel walls, rich tapestry lining the wall behind her. Exotic plants emit fragrances to tickle her senses. The babbling of a large waterfall running over the plastic rock formations sing in her eardrum as she takes a seat in the comfy chair.

“Wow, I didn’t know you worked in a spa. I should’ve came here more often.” Issa says in amazement.

Nakia smiles sweetly, folding her hands on her desk. “Trust me, this wasn’t in the budget, but I figured I could splurge myself for a home away from home.”

Issa nods. “Yeah, I can only imagine being outside of where I’m from. It’s kind of exciting but scary too.”

Nakia waves this notion off. “Oh no, I am used to being away from home. I have traveled all around the world as a War Dog for Wakanda. This is a vacation in comparison.”

Issa blinks, feeling her anxiety grow. “Excuse me? War Dog?”

Nakia nods, looking at Issa in surprise. “Yes! I thought I told you? Anyway, a war dog is like a spy. It’s how we keep tabs on the happenings around the world, intervene when necessary, other classified things. It’s so exciting, for selfish reasons really; half the reason me and T’Challa couldn’t work out.”

“Oh.” Issa says softly. The reality of being the one after Nakia to T’Challa breaks her confidence down further.

Nakia cocks her head to the side with concern. “I hope us working together does not make things uncomfortable for you. He seems to believe in you a lot and T’Challa’s judgment is pretty sound for the most part.”

“No, not at all. We’re taking things slow anyway. I would barely call it a relationship, I mean, we’re talking but nothing deep, you know.” Issa stammers

“It’s all good! Long as everyone’s happy I’m happy. And speaking of, I wanted to talk to you about We Got Y’all.”

Issa sits up straighter. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Nakia twists her hands together anxiously. “I wonder exactly how well we mesh together as a unit. Don’t get me wrong, I still feel that the benefit of mixing us together helps our causes more than it hinders but there are little parts that may be a challenge to the overall goals we are trying to achieve.”

Issa furrows her brow. “Well, ok. Could you be more specific?”

Nakia bites her lip. “Some of the coordinators seem a bit out of touch with the culture here. And that is coming from me, I’m, certainly not tied to America in the slightest, nor would I permanently choose to be. But some are either too, let’s say ‘engaged’ with the students and their needs to the point of concocting worse backstories on assumption, while others are completely aloof to put it nicely.”

Issa knew exactly the ones that Nakia was talking about. “I get it, you don’t even have to say a thing about it. Like you said, they try for the cause by showing up but it’s hard for them to see past innate differences sometimes. You should’ve seen them trying to use me like a cheat sheet on what to even say to you guys, and even Erik, and he’s from here!”

Nakia shakes her head in disbelief. “It’s outstanding the lengths people will go to appear accepting only to trip and fall on their own face, when you’ve asked for none of it in the first place.”

Issa nods encouragingly. “Can we just say it now? White people?”

“Pssh, I was just about to, you beat me to it!”

They share a genuine laugh that felt so good for Issa to let go, like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. “I can talk to them, try and make things a little less tense and remind them you guys aren’t aliens.”

“The curly haired nervous one, she can be that way sometimes. Very knowledgeable but everyday does not have to be CNN.”

“Right! Just talk regular, she is an easy fix. Frieda is the ally you want to have around here.” Issa assures Nakia.

“Noted, thank you again for your input. I won’t keep you from your weekend any longer, please have a good day.” Nakia gets up, collecting some papers on her desk.

“Actually that is something I wanted to bring up. Me and some girlfriends of mine were gonna have a girls night out, and we haven’t gotten wind down time together. So I thought maybe you’d wanna come?”

Nakia’s eyes lit up. “Sure! That sounds like a good plan! I’d love to join your friends, just let me know what I should bring.”

Issa dismisses her, getting up. “Oh just bring yourself. You’re my guest, it’s not problem.”

Nakia stands coming around to give Issa a strong hug. “Thank you for the invitation. I cannot wait!”

“Great! I’ll give you the details later!” Issa says goodbye, leaving her office on cloud nine. Their talk went way better than she ever expected, and now the other girls will get to meet her too. Issa began to look forward to the night even more now. And with a ding of her phone, T’Challa gave her reason to leave work a little early.

Before she texts him back, she messages the girls.

Hey! Confirmed one more head for our night!

(T) I don't know her. Molly may not have room at her place...

(M) Uh, don't shade my apt...

I thought we were eating out?

(K) Call your man for that. Tiffany tryna be bougie cheap is all.

The hell is bougie cheap?

(K) Avoiding tipping by doing a house party which is more expensive.

(T) whatever. I just couldn't find a reservation last minute. But she can bring something to contribute.

Ok what are we needing?

(T) No no. She can bring something. We don't know her, let her impress us.

It wasn’t even Tiffany’s party and she was already running shit

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T’Challa wanted to eat out tonight, so he picked her up for a night out to a mid range restaurant for them to enjoy.

“Ooh! I think I’m going to get the shrimp. I’m feeling fancy and delicate.” Issa says, bopping in her seat slightly.

T’Challa looks at her, staring at the candlelight illuminates their table romantically. “Whatever you like sounds good to me.”

“No, you have to get something different.” Issa protests.

“And why is that?”

“....so the table can have some variety?” Issa mutters.

“But the meals are individualized.” T’Challa asks in confusion.

“Well, if you don’t have a preference you should try the chicken marsala, that sounded good to me too.”

T’Challa closes his menu. “So, if you have shrimp, and chicken marsala, what am I eating then?”

Issa looks up at the ceiling in dramatic thought. “We haven’t seen the dessert menu yet.”

T’Challa chuckles, taking his glass up to Issa. She mirrors him. “To dessert then. May it be sweet enough to lick the plate clean.” He sips his wine looking at Issa with desire. Issa almost chokes on hers, sputtering and wiping her mouth dry.

“So, did you have a good talk with Nakia today?” T’Challa asks looking back to his menu unphased.

Issa blinks a incredulously, unprepared to discuss his ex so soon. “Diving right in huh? Well, yeah, it was good. She wants me to kind of talk with my folks about their methods around the kids and I invited her to go out with me.”

“Oh! Is she stealing you from me now?” T’Challa quips.

Issa looks sideways. “I mean, she kinda pretty. We’ll see after these drinks we bout to have Saturday night.”

T’Challa’s mouth hangs open before melting into a smile. “I’m glad you are in good spirits considering.”

Issa sips from her glass. “That she is your ex and you didn’t tell me ahead of time? Yeah, I’m pretty fucking good.”

T’Challa calls over a waiter. “It’s not like I wasn’t going to tell you, it’s just that I hadn’t gotten a chance to. And I also didn’t expect it to have to be explained. I didn’t get into this program expecting to fall for one of the coordinators.”

“Well pick yourself back up. This is going to stay as professional as possible out of respect.”

T’Challa shrugs. “Then we will be going dutch on the meal, then?”

Issa cranks her neck back. “Uh, don’t be rude. You invited me anyway, so that’s the rules.”

T’Challa squints at her. “Wakanda is a bit different than America. I might have to claim ignorance on that.”

They laugh as the waiter approaches. “Welcome to Chez Magnifique. I’m L-”

“Lawrence?!” Issa gasps.

“Yes, Lawrence. She will have the shrimp and the chicken marsala. We are sharing tonight.” T’Challa smiles at Issa but it swiftly drops when he reads her expression. “What’s wrong?”

Part 8

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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Some Weeks Are Better Than Others Pt. 2

(Mind your Business)

M’Baku x Reader

*Part 1* *Part 3*

Plot: You and M’Baku have to be apart for a business trip you are taking. Leaving him sucks for you both, but career is important and he supports. But the trip is a lot more than a test of your value to your job, but to your relationship as well.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Computer Love, interruption, disrespect.

*Previously*

You hadn’t texted M’Baku yet and it was a little later than you anticipated getting back. That fat ass would make for a great comfort to you but a FaceTime will have to do. You step out, toweling down and wrapping a robe around you. You sit on the bed, grabbing your phone up, and going to his name. It rings, and rings, which is odd because you thought he would be nipping at the bit to get in touch with you by now. You get a text then, ‘Hang on. I’ll call you right back’

You lay back on your pillow in annoyance, wondering what the hell he is doing. With the day you had, you still found time to call him, but here he is delaying things when you could be asleep.

Your phone rings and you pick it up, revealing his face smiling widely, sitting on the edge of you guys’ bed,

“Hello, my lady love! How are you? You look well, did you just shower?” He can’t hide his excitement which makes you feel rejuvenated with energy.

“I did just get out of the shower. I feel best now than I did all day.” You say letting out the deepest breath you’ve taken all day.

He furrows his brow, frowning, “I’m sorry (Y/N). Was it anything serious? There’s no shame if you have to come home early, you shouldn’t break yourself for this.” He says with paternal concern.

You shake your head, “No it was just a long day dealing with people, but I made it somehow. I don’t want to talk about it right now though. I miss you…”

You hear him groan in angst, “I miss you too, my heart. This place is colder without you, even with the record high temperatures.”

The summer has been sweltering, and you’re both kind of pansies about it. You smile weakly, feeling a little emotional but not wanting to show. You all have never been this far apart before and nothing about the trip has made this an easier transition.

“You look adorable in your bonnet, baby. Is that a new one?” He inquires.

You chuckle Cardi B-like, tugging it down a little further, “Yes, I don’t use my home bonnets in public areas so this is my travel bonnet. Just a cheap little thing.”

“Hmm, well you make it look very chic, my God! The birds out here are shaking.” You both giggle at his silliness. M’Baku never fails to make you feel like you won the lottery.

You guys pause for a moment just looking at each other through the screen. “I got the dishes done earlier.” He says, raising his eyebrows with a sly expression on his face.

“Is that right? Well they weren’t going to do themselves so…” You say cooly.

“Oh Hanuman! Why are you being cruel to me.”

“I’m not being cruel, just saying you did something that needed to be done. Do you need kudos for that?” You say, picking a piece of lint off your robe.

“That is true. When I was doing them, I thought about how you can never keep your hands to yourself while I can’t defend myself.” He says leaning forward, biting his plump bottom lip. “You come up behind me, grabbing my waist….”

“Yeah, and I’d gyrate on that ass while you’re doing them, yup!” Putting on an extra hood accent. You swear you more gangsta than him.

His whole face smiles at your antics, “You say, ‘They better be spotless or I’ll have to teach you not to cross me, eh?’ And you do a terrible Wakandan voice, I die every time!” M’Baku laughs with his whole body: eyes closed tightly, head shooting back, teeth on full display and mouth wide enough to impress a dentist.

“Whatever, I can take you any day. Have you screaming uncle in a minute, punk.”

M’Baku looks at you, leaning on the desk, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb, eyes glazed like his mind is somewhere else for a second.

“What’s up with you?” You ask.

He shrugs, “Oh nothing, if you haven’t thought of it by now, I might as well call it a night then.”

You squint at him suspiciously, “What the hell are you talking bout?”

He screws his face up while hunching before continuing, “It’s just that I thought you were going to give me a prelude to your thankfulness for me handling your chores...”

“Is that so? My chores? My diet doesn’t require nearly as much dishware to prepare so I don’t get that. But at any rate, I believe that was reserved for when I get back home.”

“Yes, but I need something to hold my motivation.” He says, drawing out his thoughts slowly “It’s very challenging to go through the day without you here, I’ve almost forgotten what you look like-” He squints, dramatically peeking at your on the screen.

“Oh please!” You jeer at him, laughing. “Don’t be dramatic, M’Bop.”

“Ohhh, and you have the nerve to call me that from a distance when I can’t get my hands on you, you are a tyrant.” He says, practically purring.

“I do what I want, and what I want right now... is for you to tell me how bad you want your hands on me.”

M’Baku gives a full belly laugh. “Oh really? You’re challenging me to go first eh?”

“It’s a demand, get it right.” You say with HBIC attitude in tow.

He nods, speechless, as he starts to sit up. “I could show you now,” he looks down at his lap, then quickly back up to you. “But like I said, I have almost forgotten you. Now, your voice is softly kissing my ears, but your body, your body? Is still a blur...” He says covering his eyes with one hand, reaching out for the other.

Shaking your head with a cheesing grin, “Well we can’t have that. Ok, what do you miss about this?”

“Your ear?” He questions as you tug at your lobe.

“Yes, I am showing you my body little by little so you can recall what you like about each piece.”

He shake his head smirking at your silliness. “Ok, my darling. Ah yes, my love’s ear. With it, she listens so intently to my stories regarding my day, my transgressions, and my achievements. Whilst holding you close, I whisper into it, intoxicated by the scent of your curls. Whenever I am close to it, I am closest to you”

You nod approvingly, “Mk, sir. Pretty good. What about...this.” Reaching your hand in front of your face, giving it the you-can’t-see-me shake.

Leaning back and rubbing his beard he says, “I have never know such strength from such small things. When my hand envelopes yours, I feel safer and more at ease despite the comparison of them. The purest feeling of being blessed overwhelms me when I hold it to my lips. And when you take the time to graze it along my face, my body, I am powerless and embraced with surrender.”

You look away from the screen a second as heat begins to catch your cheeks.

“Was that getting to be too much for you, darling?” He says grinning like the devil incarnate. “Oh hush, you know what the hell you tryna do!” Fanning yourself, you graze your fingers down your neck. “What about this?”

“Mmm, I think that’s your favorite actually, my love. The tenderness of your neck possesses me to drown my face into it like a lap dog.” He chuckles at the thought. “And your squeals of playful bliss in reaction is a treat to behold, and I wish to witness, over and over again. I’ve also left a many marks there, so it’s practically got my name on it.”

“Boy...stop!” You spout in fake protest because you knew it was true, tucking your mouth in frustrated embarrassment.

His sights are set straight on you as he rest his hands on his thighs, “I also miss those lips, the ones you are biting on now. Not only do they speak motivating orations to build me up, they know just where my weakest points are; using their power for my pleasure, bending me to my defeat.”

You feel your heartbeat starting to build, suddenly you are quite thirsty. You twist a little as an ache begins to build, “M’Baku…”

“Just like that, my love. Those same lips speak my name, in a way that makes my relatives back home sound ignorant in their pronunciation. It sounds most sincere coming from you.”

You cover your eyes as you feel sweet angst from the man you love. What you wouldn’t do to teleport to him and bring him in between you.

“Now what am I supposed to do with all that? Hm?” You angle your phone down as slowly untie the sash.

M’Baku laughs, lays one of his sizable hands on the crotch of his shorts, “Yes, I think that’s the most prose I ever got out before you’d pounce me to either shut me up or relieve your lust.”

You start at the top of your robe, revealing one of your breasts.

He lets out a low pitched, guttural moan, clutching at himself, “Is it cold, my love? Or just joyful of my presence?” M’Baku says.

“Mm, a little of both I think,” you say huskily as you squeeze your arms together, making a more dramatic cleavage, feeling around your rising peaks.

“I miss the way you react to me, when I'm caressing them. The shake of your body when I am speaking in tongues in reverence of their ethereal beauty.”

Closing your eyes, you imagine just that. His encompassing mouth smiling as he hovers over you, keeping his gaze locked on you as he lowers his tongue across your areola, before he siphons your soul out of your chest. You hear him groan for a moment and look down to see him having made himself more comfortable, shorts around his ankles. His thighs a perfect spread creating an almost exaggerated thickness of his thighs as he sits on the edge of the bed, beginning to stroke in front of you.

“You are so beautiful, beyond any measure in this world,” He say breathlessly, gripping the top of his hair in distraction to keep from busting too fast.

“ohh, I miss your hands being on me. Trailing my back when you think I’m asleep to arouse me. The grip you put on my hips when you’re filling me from the back.” You reach down and pet yourself at the thought, angling your device towards your center. “You see how you’ve got me right now, baby?”

M’Baku leans forward, rubbing his beard with hunger as he licks his lips instinctively. “This is better than the Food Network. You’re getting this riled up over me?”

You laugh a little at his remark, “All for you. Shine that dick up for me, baby. I need you to match this moisture.”

He reaches for y’alls personal lube and works it in. He makes the task look effortless, when you get a good cardio workout whenever you work his tool. His 6’5 frame is an obvious tell of what he works with, and it is a marathon, not a sprint to wear him out. The slicking sound of he made as polished his pipe just about sends you over the edge. “Ah, (Y/N), you’re holding back on me. I want to be inside you. Go within yourself so I can feel your walls surrounding me.”

You slide a couple digits inside of you, biting down your gasp as you look down at your man hypnotized by your body.

“I can practically taste your excitement, darling. My lips enveloping your clit as you buck in sweet agony.”

There is a thud in the background.

You sit a little straighter, “What was that?”

M’Baku shakes his head, “Don’t worry about that, probably a car door closing next door. I want you to come for me, quickly.”

You look down at the screen. M’Baku’s face is perspiring a little; you see the sweat on his neck and chest and you imagine your hands gripping his shoulders as his length pummels you.

“Ohhh, I wish you were inside of me now,” You gasp as you angle the phone to show your fingers penetrating your vulva.

“(Y/N), Hanuman’s sake, look at that full, pretty pussy. You’re making this too difficult for me, I can’t--”

Soon, you hear the door being banged on, the sound of barks causes you to drop the phone.

“M’BAKU!! What was that??!!” you yell, covering yourself before picking it back up.

“Uhh, uhh…” M’Baku, has his shorts back on, covering his front, talking at the door in yoruba. “I said give me 30 minutes at least!”

“What was that, M’Baku?? Do you have someone there?!”

He comes up on the camera, “(Y/N), I would not have a reason to lie to you. But I did omit something before I got --”

The door bursts open, four of his tribesmen come in, chanting some drunken song in yoruba.

“Oh my God, M’Baku! I told you not to have them up in there! You can’t follow my rules for one day?!”

M’Baku is speaking to them, pushing them back out of the room. One of them points down at him, saying something that makes the others laugh and wave at you through the screen. M’Baku, covers himself again, yelling at them and pointing out the door as they scatter.

Closing the door, M’Baku comes up to the screen, “(Y/N)...” He draws it out like a purr, trying to coax you into forgiveness.

“No! Don’t say my name like that, what the fuck was that about!”

He bends his head, sighing. “They came unannounced. I didn’t have a chance to turn them down since they were banging at the front door, barging in.”

“And you didn’t tell them no? I thought you were their alpha or whatever, they don’t listen to you?”

“Theeyyy dooo…” He says screwing up his face, “But I figured, they’d be gone before you called, and I lost track of time…”

“Why would you keep this from me? I may have been ok if you had just texted me with the heads up! I got my tits and ass all out, talking dirty, what if they heard??”

“Enough! They were wrapped up in their show downstairs, they didn’t even know I was talking to you. And as far as them coming over, you’d never go for it, I know you. When they are here, you bang pots and slam doors, catching the cleaning-bug as soon as they are there until they leave. You can’t stand them!”

“Because they eat us out of house and home, keep using up the toilet paper and when they leave, it’s like a damn hurricane hit the living room!”

He gives you a look of contempt, “Are you done? Really, because you are upsetting yourself more after the day you had with this non-problem.”

“Don’t fucking dismiss me, M’Baku. I just don’t wanna come home to a pigsty when I get back.”

“It’s not like it isn’t one when you’re here,” he says under his breath.

“Nigga WHAT?”

“Hanuman sake, please, can we calm down and get back to something more pleas--”

“Ask them for a show then!”

You hang up on him. No way in hell you bustin’ open after all that foolishness. M’Baku brought his entire crew to your spot on day one! Why wouldn’t he even tell you though, doing some cam sex while they are downstairs, is he crazy?

You lay under the covers pouting. Any fun you hoped to have on this trip is looking less likely by the minute. Now even your man is bringing problems on you.

M’Baku paces the floor a couple seconds after the call ended. He wonders if you have gone mad all of a sudden. To go from the throes of passion to biting his head off is a feat only you could master. There was no way he would be groveling for forgiveness right now. This was his house too, he had every right to have company over, no matter who it was. The Jabari are his lifelong mates, what sense does it make to have to ask permission for family or friends to come by.

He makes his way downstairs, to see only two of his friends left and they were heading out of the door.

“Akoje! What’s going on, why are you leaving?”

They look at each other a moment in the doorway, then back at him, “Come on, M’Baku, you need privacy, you should’ve just told us. Plus, we don’t need to be on your lady’s hitlist. Thought not being here would make it a chill night but she finds a way.” The other Jabari laughs at this.

M’Baku peers down at them, “Ok, keep the comments light, eh? But I finished with her, I didn’t say leave.”

The other Jabari starts now, “No, you did not finish….” causing him to be elbowed in the ribs by Akoje as he giggles.

“Alright, Enache, mind your business. That seemed to be the only problem today was no one minding their own business! I asked for half an hour!”

“Ya, to take a shower! But that was Enache’s fault, he wanted to play Uno, and couldn’t find the cards so he decided to sniff you out.”

Enache huffs in disagreement, “It was Ogoro! That’s why he left out so quick. He didn’t hear your water running so he just said, let’s ambush, he isn’t doing anything! I respect your relationship, M’Bop.” He says with puppy dog eyes.

M’Baku’s eyes practically jump out of his head at their knowledge of his pet name. “HOW DO YOU KNOW--” he kisses his teeth throwing his palm out in their direction. “ Oh whatever! And don’t go lying under my roof.”

Akoje is shocked, clutching his pearls, “Honest to Hanuman! It’s wonderful! We hadn’t seen you fall this hard under someone since the Panther!”

“All right! GET OUT!” M’Baku goads them out with his booming voice as they scatter laughing and barking out to their cars.

M’Baku leans on the door as he takes a deep breath. Suddenly he is exhausted, so it was probably for the best that the guys left. He walks over to sit on his couch. Chip bags open and remnants scattered on the table. Half drunken and empty beer bottles line the edge and carpet by the furniture’s legs. M’Baku leans forward rubs his face in frustration before getting up and going to the guest bathroom. He opens the door before quiky shutting it, clutching his nose. Whatever happened in there is hopefully flushed and just needing to air out, but a disaster definitely erupted.

M’Baku decides that the mess will have to wait until tomorrow, it was already approaching midnight and his job starts in the morning at 6 am. Heading up the stairs he makes his way to the bedroom to take a quick shower. After toweling off, he heads for the bed, covers feeling cool against every inch of his skin. His body begins to wind down from all of the sexual frustration and Jabari disrespect, but is not used to the extra space in his bed. He is still mostly on his side, but feels over to yours, imagining your curves as his own personal skyline. He reaches for his phone to check, but nothing is on it from you, just a couple of memes from the other Jabari clowning him endlessly. He sets it back down, turning toward where you would be. He was already remorseful, especially since you were right, but he didn’t want to bar his guys from visiting, that is just rude. He takes a deep breath, drifting off to hopes of tomorrow being better.

*Part 3*

Other Works:

King Kil’mawalls

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

T’akia

Commencement Day

The Ragtag

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