#BP1

[talkingparrotkee]

MCU's Black Panther blessed us with pretty melanated and/or indigenous people. I fell to my knees.

Wakandan

Talokanil

African American

[caseyscraftycorner]

a little thing i made after my most recent brush with hypomania. i've always struggled to explain to people what the 'core' of mania is, since it can take on so many feelings. for me at least, i think this is it. this is what mania is at it's core.

[harknessxo]

Can you do a dark Queen Romanda after the death of t’Chaka she is after she will lose reader who was her best friend since they were infants so she gets one of the Dora milajes to kidnap her and keep her in her corridors were no one is allowed and can you add some smut and thank you.

➺ For Your Own Good

Paring; dark!soft!Queen Ramonda x Reader

Summary: “When she was told of her husband’s death she was devastated of course, but the first thing on her mind was you. She couldn’t let another person she loved to get killed, not under her watch. She thought the best way to keep you safe was to have you with her at all times, whether you liked it or not.”

Warnings: kidnapping, smut, death (T’Chaka) and fluff.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted!

You and Ramonda have always been close since you were kids in the river tribe. At some point during the friendship she had fallen in love with you and you did too but the romance was cut short when Ramonda found out she was being married off to the soon–to–be king, T’Chaka. It was a devastating moment for both of you. Before Ramonda left, she promised you she would never stop loving you and that she would always keep an eye on you and gave you one last kiss before boarding the ship. While her marriage with T’Chaka was arranged, she learned to love him but that love would never exceed her love for you.

♤♧♡♢

Years passed and Ramonda always found a way to see you, even if it was from afar. She always had a Dora watching you at all times to make sure you were safe. No one knew about you, only the Dora Ramonda sent knew about you and she made sure they wouldn’t say anything.

When she was told of her husband’s death she was devastated of course, but the first thing on her mind was you. She couldn’t let another person she loved to get killed, not under her watch. She thought the best way to keep you safe was to have you with her at all times, whether you liked it or not.

♤♧♡♢

Ramonda was in the throne room when she summoned the general of the Dora Milaje, Okoye.

“Kumkanikazi, you summoned me?”

“Yes, I need you to retrieve someone and I want you to be discreet.”

“Who am I retrieving?”

“I need you to bring me Y/n. She is in the river tribe. Do whatever you have to do but make sure no one sees you come in with her. When you do bring her here, take her to my private chambers. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, yam Kumkanikazi.” Okoye bowed and left the throne room to retrieve you.

♤♧♡♢

You were in your room when you heard a knock at the door. When you opened the door you were greeted by whom you thought was a Dora Milaje.

“Um hi? How can I help you?”

“I’ve come to take you to the palace.”

“Says who?”

“I was given specific instructions to be discreet about this. So, I cannot say.”

“Well then I am not going anywhere,” you said firmly.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Goodbye,” you tried to close the door but Okoye put her spear in between the door and door frame so you couldn’t close it.

“What is your-” before you could finish your sentence you felt her place something on your temple and you blacked out.

♤♧♡♢

When you woke up, you found yourself laying on a giant bed in a very spacious room. You sat up confused about how you got there until all the memories from yesterday started flowing back. You in your room, the knock at the door, the Dora, and then all black. You started to panic but then the door to the room opened to reveal Ramonda.

“Ramonda? What's going on?” you asked in a panicked voice. She came closer and sat on the bed with her arms open for you to come closer. You, still confused, went to her embrace and felt a bit relieved.

“Calm down, ingelosi. I'm here to protect you.”

“Protect me? From who?”

“You know the people who killed T’Chaka?,” you nodded, “They are trying to take you away from me too,” she finished saying. She knew it was wrong to lie to you but she wouldn’t let you leave, she couldn’t. She pulled you impossibly closer to her and kissed your head.

“Who are those bad people?”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore because you have me,” she pulled away and cupped your face, “and I have you right? You’re mine?” she asked, looking at you in the most loving way possible and you nodded again.

“Use your words, sithandwa.”

“Yes, I am yours,” you said with no hesitation. She smiled and gave you a long and passionate kiss, “All mine,” she mumbled in the kiss. She slowly started to push you to lay down on the bed while she got on top of you, all without stopping the kiss.

“Can I take this off honey?” she asked, referring to the green dress you were wearing. You nodded but she raised her eyebrow and you understood she needed verbal consent.

“Yes,” you said.

She started peeling the dress off of your body, taking her time and putting it aside. She caressed your body with her hands and started kissing each part she could find. She kissed your neck and your chest, before making her way down your body with her tongue. You had your eyes closed, loving every second of it.

When she got to where you needed her the most, she stopped which made you open your eyes. When you made eye contact, she licked a stipe up your pussy which made your release a loud moan. She kept licking your pussy and you threw your head back in pleasure. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge and your breath started to pick up.

“Ramonda- I’m close,” you said in an agitated voice, with your hands gripping the bed sheets.

“Are you going to cum for me, nkosazana?”

“Yes, yes. Please don’t stop.” She kept going and then inserted two fingers thrusting them fast, hitting your g-spot.

“Who do you belong to now, sithandwa? Hm?” you tried to respond but you were caught up in the immense amount of pleasure. When you didn’t respond she slowed down and you whined. She went up your body all the way to your ear.

“Tell me usana or ill stop altogether,” she whispered.

“You! You! I belong to you! Please let me cum, please?”

“Good girl,” she praised and sped up again. She went down again and started to suck on your swollen clit. That got you over the edge. She came up to your ear and whispered sweet nothings while still thrusting her fingers to let you ride your high. You closed your legs around her hand from the overstimulation.

“Is too much-” you whimpered. She pulled her hand away and shushed you with a kiss. You moved closer to her, laying your head on her chest.

“When will I be able to leave, Ramonda?” she tensed at your question.

“You can’t leave, ingelosi. How can I protect you if I don't have you by my side, hm? This is for your own good.”

“But-”

“But nothing. I can't lose you too.” That made you go silent for a second.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked such a dumb question.” you kissed her neck.

“Shh, it's ok nkosazana. Get some rest, you're probably tired,” she said before kissing your forehead. You nodded and cuddled closer to her, hiding your face in her neck. Soon enough, you felt your eyes get heavy, the warmth of her body lulling you to sleep. She heard your soft snoring and she smiled knowing she finally had you all to herself.

[cogshell]

So cute ;)

[evilsystemm]

npd (+ mania) sometimes feels like people you care about are bugs, and you want to hold them and care for them but whenever you touch them you end up crushing them because they're just too small for you to understand/handle

[starrysanity]

a couple of weeks ago (before I started mood stabilizers) I was convinced that I was losing my mind. I would tell this to people around me and they would tell me things like "haha me too".

But I wasn't joking.

I genuinely thought that. and people's nonchalant responses and overall dismissive attitude made it so much harder to ask for help.

asking for help isn't always saying the words "I need help". it can be so much more. please listen to people. please listen to your loved ones. please listen

[jarate-pissman]

Finally left that group! Was never listened to, never cared about, and now I am feeling delightfully depressed and suicidal because it seems the people I thought were my friends don't care either! (Yay). Anyways, fuck those monsters at tf2-ask. And in particular: Fuck Zoey. I'll be sure to carve your disgusting name into my arm.

Anyways, I'm taking a hiatus from Tumblr and all Social Media, as you all continue to disappoint me without end.

It's funny when no one ever realises that the person behind the account is suffering, unless they say something. And even when they do say something, you all think they want attention. Well, I guess the internet does turn you all into soulless monsters. You don't consider how there could possibly be a human being on the other side of the screen. Even if they send a picture; it's just a face. It doesn't mean anything.

It's okay to talk about your feelings, as long as you aren't me. Oh yeah... I'm unemployed again as well. For the seventh time in... 3 years. This time was because I wasn't getting paid enough, but I suppose you don't want to hear about my life. You just want to know about the details of the shitty stuff.

So here it is:

[misty-metropolis]

Why do you have "Chronic liar" in your bio?

It's an NPD joke. I often lie when I feel threatened in any way, as a result of an extremely unstable and unsafe childhood environment. I put it in there when I was in the height of a manic episode and right after I ended a long-term romantic relationship, and haven't remembered to take it out.

[madsad-but-true]

I’m living in the shadow of the person I used to be…

[hexa-decimal]

When have I ever been first?

A question for the ages.

As a tot in my mothers arms,

I was still only second 

To the plants she kept on the sill,

And as I grew I became second

To various things more;

To the state of the house,

To income and money,

To my older, healthier sister,

To my father and his "quirks".

No room to call my own,

No privacy to speak of,

No emotions allowed past curfew.

I thought that maybe,

When I'm out,

It'll be over,

But it only gets worse.

My health is secondary 

To various whims,

My sleep is secondary

To deafening hymns,

My suffering is secondary

To what's displayed on the screen,

And no emotions allowed past curfew.

Sure, I am primary for myself.

This would be nice, if not for

How Ill I am,

And the fact that i cannot

Prioritize myself, since i cannot 

Do everything myself,

And so I'm dependent 

On being the top priority

Of external persons

Who never prioritized me once.

Of those who walk past me,

Often looking through.

[silkense]

i dont want this disorder anymore

[littlerayoffuckyou]

Another super fun bipolar fact for you.

When you’re depressive or manic, you lose track of time. I’ve been manic the whole month (it’s my bday month so I’ve been spoiled and getting everything I want, triggering the episode) and I don’t remember most of it. My bday was 9/9, it’s 9/21, and idk what I’ve done for the last almost 2 weeks. Its really cool when people tell me things about those manic times, cause I also don’t remember any of it. Manic me will agree to anything, then promptly forget the agreement. These last 2 weeks are lost to the void.

[harknessxo]

could you write a ramonda x reader where the reader works at shuri’s lab and the queen comes down with t’challa one day (bp1) and they’re discussing something while the readers admiring ramonda and t’challa and shuri notice and set them up??

The Set Up

Paring; Queen Ramonda x reader

Summary: You work as a scientist in Shuri's lab, and one day the Queen walks in to talk with Shuri and T'Challa about something. You find it impossible to take your eyes off of her. Shuri and T’Challa notice and set you both up.

Warnings: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

A/n: I hope you like it anon!

  I was working on a new project with Shuri when Griot announced that the Queen and T’Challa were on their way to the lab. My breath caught in my throat as the elevator doors opened to reveal the stunning Queen of Wakanda. My eyes followed her every move as she came closer to greet her daughter. She greeted me as well before discussing something with Shuri and T’Challa as I stood there staring, mesmerized by her. This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Shuri and T’Challa. When the Queen was gone, Shuri and T’Challa looked at each other smiling then looked at me.

“What?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“You alright? Thought we lost you there for a second,” Shuri said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just got lost in thought,” I said but a cough from T’Challa interrupted me.

“I have royal matters to attend so I’ll see you both later,” he informed us, winking at Shuri on his way out which left me confused.

“What was that about?” I asked, turning towards Shuri.

“Oh, nothing…”

- 3rd person pov -

Shuri and T’Challa have been planning how to get you and their mother in the same room for the past 3 days. After much thinking, they came up with the perfect plan. They planned to trick you both into admitting your feelings. They planned to send both of you secret admirer notes to lead you into the same room.

- Reader pov -

I was working in my lab station when I saw a red note peeking from under some papers. I picked it up and noticed my name written on it. I opened it and read it.

Sithandwa sam,

    I want you to know that the moment I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I couldn’t help but fall in love with you. If you want to know who I am, meet me in the throne room at 8:00 PM.

                                                     - Secret Admirer

I stood there shocked. My eyes not believing what they just read. I sat there thinking if this was some sort of joke but my thoughts were interrupted by Shuri.

“Hey, Y/n. What do you have there?”

“Uh, I think I have a secret admirer?”

“What really? Let me see.”

I handed her the note and let her read it. She looked amused when she read it.

“So, are you gonna go?”

“What? No. Someone is probably playing a joke on me.”

“Maybe, or maybe this person actually likes you. You should go, you never know what will happen. Who knows, what if you find the love of your life.”

“Please, let's not exaggerate. Fine, I'll go. But if something bad happens I will blame it on you.”

- Time Skip -

I was done with the project for today. I looked at the time and saw it was 7:30. I had thirty minutes to get ready so I had to hurry if I wanted to be on time. I ran to my room to change into something nice and fix my hair. When I was done it was already 7:55 so I hurried, took the note, and made my way to the throne room. I stopped in front of the huge double door of the throne room, contemplating whether I should go in or go back to my room. I decided to go in. I slipped quickly inside and closed the door swiftly. When I turned around I came face to face with the queen of Wakanda.

“Queen Mother, i- I'm so sorry. I was supposed to meet someone but I guess not.”

“You're alright dear, we all make mistakes an-,” her eyes caught the red note in my hand, “Where did you get that?” she asked, pointing at my hand.

“I found it in between some papers on my lab station.” 

“May I see it?”

I nodded and handed it to her. She read it and raised an eyebrow. I was confused until she raised her other hand which held an identical red note. 

“I found this on my nightstand.”

“I think we were set up. And I have an idea of who could have done it,” I said, shaking my head.

“I think I have a pretty good idea as well. But before we do anything about that I would like to say something about this situation. I don’t think we were set up as a joke. I believe the person who did this knew that we felt something for each other.”

“Are you saying that the person who did this, did it to get us to confess to each other?”

“Yes.”

“Well then in that case, what was written on the note wasn’t too far from the truth. I do think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I do love you. But of course, I didn't say anything because you are a literal queen while I am just Shuri’s lab partner.”

“Sithandwa sam, I don’t care if you're ‘just a lab partner’. I love you and nothing is going to change that,” Ramonda said as she pulled me into her arms for a sweet, passionate kiss.

Let me know you yall like the first person pov or the second person pov better!

[cogshell]

[camonghne]

When SZA said,

"God protect my most prized possessions, talking 'bout my sanity!...is at a 6.7..."

I really fucking felt that.