#Shock Zulu

[meaninginmakeup]

Primers- Priming Potion in original formula by Urban Decay Cosmetics.

Mascara- At Long Lash by Laura Geller (gifted by the brand and BeautyTap).

Eyeshadow: yellow- matte yellow from the Zulu Palette by Juvia’s Place. For the shimmer I added Trophy Wife by Fenty Beauty on top.

Orange- matte orange from the Zulu Palette by Juvia’s Place. Then Super Shock Shadow in As You Wave (no longer sold) by Colourpop.

Red- Matte red from the Zulu Palette by Juvia’s Place. Rebel from the Break the Rules Palette by It’s Bel Cosmetics (use code BRITTANYBELL for 10% off your order).

Setting Spray- Photo Focus by Wet N Wild.

Foundation- Double Take Liquid Foundation in Porcelain by Laura Geller (gifted by the brand and BeautyTap).

Powder- Filter Finish Setting Powder in Universal by Laura Geller (no longer sold, gifted by the brand and BeautyTap).

Highlighter- none today.

Lips- Luvbug by Sugarpill.

[givemegifs]

[roeroe-world]

the quiet girl. (a different world)

starring: normani kordei as effie woods, gary dourdan as shazza zulu

set in 1992.

warning: detailed smut, use of profanity

Effie stayed to herself during most of her time at Hillman College. She happened to be the pretty, quiet girl whom minded her business. Always dressed to the nines, rarely ever in sweats and if so she styled them perfectly. Many guys would hit on her yet she turned them down, not seeming to be interested in anybody attending Hillman.

Money definitely ran in the family due to the designer items she would often sport. Her hair and nails were always done. She gave off high class, high maintenance and if you wanted to talk to her… you needed to come correct.

Her aura and mystique nature caught the attention of one particular man. She wasn’t exactly his type but something about her left him enthralled, curious. He thought she was one of the most beautiful women on this campus.

From the way she carried herself, the stride of her walk, it was a clear indication that she took care of herself.

The young woman possessed gorgeous glowing dark skin that left him mesmerized. His intense gaze would follow her wherever she would go, trying to figure out the perfect time to speak to her. Honestly, she made him a little nervous which was a first. No woman possessed the power of making him nervous. Not even Freddie.

Though, finally, today, he built the courage to approach her. “Hey, I’m Shazza. Shazza Zulu.” His sultry low gaze remaining amongst her captivating beauty while he introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to shake it.

Her doe brown eyes glancing up from her textbook to meet his low pair, noticing him piercing a hole into her being. It creeped her out a bit but she excused his actions considering the fact that he’s a very attractive man. She found his deep voice alluring.

“Effie, Effie Woods.” Her tone is soft, exuding grace. “Pleasure meeting you.” The feeling of her palm against his makes him smirk.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Their hands disconnected moments after. “I’ve been seeing you around campus for awhile now and today I decided why not come over here to speak after all this time.” Truthfully, it had been months.

Analyzing his attire, she nods not really possessing much to say. All she knows is that he’s fine but she didn’t like his get up. He dressed pretty strange. From his attire and dreads she might’ve guessed he was a hippie. He was different, she liked that.

“I was wondering if I could take you out…?” His light green eyes scanning her frame, landing on her exposed cleavage before falling upon her red stained plump lips then her swirling brown irises.

Effie nearly shivered at his actions, feeling herself grow hot. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Of course.” She replies, a grin etched across her glowing canvas, pulling out a piece of paper to jot her number down before handing it to him, standing to her feet. “Call me.” Looking the male up and down once more, Effie struts off into the opposite direction.

She left his head turning, watching the woman as she walked off. “Mm..” He grunts, enjoying the view. The moment she’s no longer in his peripheral, a grin creeps upon his facial features at the piece of paper in his hand.

Little did they know, Ron had been watching the pair the entire time with his jaw agape. The conversation was brief but he was close enough to hear everything. He observed Effie, noticing how she maintained her undivided attention on Shazza. Ron had been trying to spit game at Effie for the longest yet she turned him down every time. She wouldn’t even look at him for longer than thirty seconds.

Though, all it took was for Shazza to introduce himself and ask her out for the young woman to give up her number in an instant.

“Yo, man…” He began, waltzing in Shazza’s direction in pure shock. “I’ve been trying to get with that for the longest.” Shazza remains silent, his naturally low green eyes focusing on Ron. “How’d you do it?”

Deeply chuckling, Shazza slowly stands to his feet, preparing to walk away. “First I would stop referring to her as ‘that’. She isn’t an object.” Before Ron could respond, he saunters past him smoothly.

Looking dumbfounded, Ron glances around in slight embarrassment before kissing his teeth. “She isn’t an object.” He mocks the male, attempting to imitate his baritone and waltzing off.

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Weeks flew by and sparks were flying, Shazza and Effie found themselves going on more dates after their eventful first one. At first, she feared he wouldn’t be her cup of tea but she had nothing to fear. They both equally enjoyed one another’s company. Even when they weren’t on dates, they would just hang out.

His perspective on life intrigued her. Truly, everything about Shazza intrigued Effie. They possessed completely two different backgrounds yet that’s one of the reasons why they were so close.

Hanging out with him changed her for the better. She became more social and not only just social, more open-minded. He broadened her world, helping her to see things for more than what they were. He was different than any other man she was ever romantically involved with.

Financially, he isn’t wealthy. But he was rich in spirit and soul. He wasn’t a snob. That’s all that mattered.

“What is this place?” Observing the grass and a nearby pond, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. It seems as if he’d brought her to a forest of some sort. The sky began to grow dark. Plus, she isn’t much of a fan of nature. The bugs, the mud, wasn’t exactly her cup of tea.

“My spot.” He disconnects their hands to saunter backward while holding out his arms with a grin. “Surprise.” His grin hadn’t fallen even after seeing the look on her face.

“Do you not see what I’m wearing?”

The young woman happened to be dressed in a designer outfit as per usual. Though, it was pretty much loungewear, it still cost a grip.

“My outfit is gonna get dirty out here.” She whines earning a deep chuckle.

“Can’t be afraid to get dirty every now and then, Effie.”

Shazza began to walk ahead of the beauty, leading her further into the grassy area. She fights her smile at his multilayered response, mindlessly following him.

It wouldn’t be long before the pair were seated on the grass, watching the pond as the two would take turns tossing nearby rocks into the body of water. “Do you think there’s anything in there?” He shrugs before observing the woman taking off her shoes and boldly sitting her bare pedicured feet into the warm water, wiggling her red painted toes.

“Wait.” Effie immediately positions her undivided attention onto the male next to her being. “I think I saw something moving.” A splash is heard as she snatches her feet out of the water frantically.

“What? Where?”

Laughter passes his throat, tossing his head backward while she glanced around in confusion. “What’s so funny, Shazza?”

“I was just kidding.” Sending a playful slap to his shoulder, she couldn’t help but to join him. He grasps both of her feet, sitting them on his lap as he began to wash and caress the pair using the pond water.

Silence falls between the pair and Effie found herself scanning the side of his canvas. His cheekbones sat perfectly high. Facial hair trimmed and not too messy. His dreads fell perfectly above his shoulders. “If this is your spot… why’d you bring me here? This should be your own personal, sacred place.” He turns his head to face her. Their eyes immediately connecting. Don’t even get her started on his eyes.

He was the most captivating man she’d ever set her eyes upon.

“You’re right, I didn’t have to bring you here. But I did. Why? Because I wanted you to see what I see.”

“And what’s that?” Their eye contact intensifying by the minute.

“The beauty of nature…” He starts, observing their surroundings passionately. “Not many people appreciate it as they should. Nature provides us with a lot of the resources we need. The air we breathe, the food we eat. You know what I mean, you’re a smart girl.”

Effie remains silent, eyeing his being closely. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him since he began talking. “Aren’t you?”

She snaps out of her daze, “Huh?” He sends her a look, raising a brow. “Oh yeah, I’m smart. Very smart.” Chuckling nervously, she looks away and onto the pond in front of them. “But yeah… I totally understand what you’re saying. Nature can be a beautiful thing.” Now he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, staring her down intensely.

The glow of the moon began to shine against her deeply melanated skin. His top row of pearly whites embedded into bottom lip at the sight.

“Moments ago, you were complaining about getting dirty.”

“So?” She began to grow defensive.

“I’m just throwing that out there. I just… find it funny.”

“Can I throw something out there while we’re just throwing things around?” Although she was serious, Shazza couldn’t help but to laugh slightly at her choice of words. “Yes, you can.”

“This may sound weird but…” She began. No longer caring, “You give me brain orgasms, y’know like—” He immediately stops what he’s doing to stare in her direction. “You stimulate me mentally… that’s what I, um, meant.” Suddenly, his hands slides from her feet to her exposed bottom legs.

“Do I stimulate you anywhere else, Effie?”

Effie nearly gulps at his inquiry and actions, trying to avoid eye contact but he gently forced her chin in his direction. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” The energy between the couple instantly shifted. It was sexually charged.

It was very obvious that the two possessed sexual tension. They’d only gone as far as kissing for the most part. But during their time together, there was a lot of pent up sexual energy.

The couple began to stare into one another’s irises, not exchanging a word. He’d asked a question he already knew the answer to, Shazza just desired to hear her say it. He noticed she wasn’t too big on expressing her emotions, she bottled up a lot of things… but he was going to change all of that tonight.

He wasn’t going to act upon anything unless she spoke up.

“I asked you a question.” He starts. “I expect you to answer.”

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she boldly replies, “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

His inquiry caught her off guard. Nonetheless, she takes matters into her own hands and climbs onto his lap before connecting their lips into a passionate yet loving union. Just from their kiss, they could tell they wouldn’t just be fucking… they were bound to make love.

Effie’s lips moved along with his smoothly, taking their sweet time. They had all night to do whatever they desired to do to one another. Having sex in an unknown place and in some grass is not exactly what Effie envisioned their first time together would be. But it was happening. Tonight was the night.

Lifting up her waist, Shazza gave her a hand in taking off her lacy underwear. Smirking, he places them into his pocket. “I’ll be keeping these.” Giggling, she helps him get undressed, their lips never tearing apart.

Her flowy dress coming over her head, messing up her hair which was left in its natural state. Shazza helped her embrace her 3c curls so she wore them out more often. No makeup, no clothes, no extra anything, there she was… completely bare and he loved it.

“You’re so perfect.” Her eyes fluttered lovingly in his direction at his compliment as his bare masculine hands caressed her soft back, pushing his love inside earning a loud moan. He called for the most high to not let him come so quick at the sensation she possessed. Wet, tight, and warm. She felt amazing wrapped around him.

Mouth agape, she bounces on him slowly yet still adjusting to his size. He was big. Bigger than she imagined. But he felt so good.

“Oh, Shazza…” His name falls off of her tongue in a high-pitched tone as the curve of his long, thick phallus jabbed at her spot. His lips meeting the crook of her neck to plant sensual kisses. “Fuck…” She curses, her eyebrows furrowing together in bliss, hands tightening around his shoulders.

A plethora of moans escapes her throat, tossing her head backward. The pace of her hips growing increasingly faster. “Oh, shit.” Shazza groans while fucking her from underneath the moaning young woman, head planted in her neck as his hands slid to her backside.

The sounds she produced and the mess she was leaving on his lap nearly left him speechless. He found himself glancing at the sight of where their bodies met, top row of pearly whites digging into his bottom lip. Her love faces were heavenly. The way she rode him into ecstasy was so effortless.

“You’re doing so good, love.” He praises her, her large breasts bouncing in his face. “How are you feeling? Am I making you feel good?” His questions left her whining out a, “…yes..” in between her moans and cries.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Talk to me.” Shazza’s head was no longer buried into the crook of her neck. They were face to face, giving one another lustful looks full of hunger. He wanted her to be vocal so he was going to make her, whether she liked it or not.

Swiftly, he lifts both of her legs and holds the pair around his arms, widening them to go deeper as if he isn’t deep enough. Effie was no longer in control, Shazza took the upper hand. His strokes growing rough yet passionate, he wanted her to feel every vein and every stroke. He wanted her to feel the passion of his love inside her, physically and emotionally.

“Unh, unh, unh,” She moans with each stroke, eyeballs rolling to the back of her head. “Ah, so fucking good, baby. You feel so fucking good inside of me.” Shazza was slightly taken off guard by her dirty talk. “Don’t stop…” He never would’ve imagined the quietest girl at Hillman being so slutty for him.

It turned him on beyond measures.

“Fuck…” Sweat beads trailing upon his captivating canvas. “I won’t.” Amongst finding her spot, he kept pounding into that gumminess. A squeal passes her throat as she tries to hold it but she couldn’t, squirting onto his lap and pelvic area uncontrollably.

“Shazza…” A knowing grin creeps upon his pink lips at the sight, the high-pitched screams of his name meeting his eardrums. “It’s okay. Baby, let it all out. You’re doing so good. Taking me so well. So wet…” The gushiness and the smacking noises of their love making were intensifying. Their eyes connecting yet again, feeling the intensity of their sexcapades. Mouths agape in bliss.

Hearing her scream his name. The consistency of her squirting. The wetness she possessed left him hooked. At this point, they were hooked on each other.

Shazza’s pace quickened and Effie found herself bouncing up and down on top of him, faster than hydraulics just like how their orgasm was approaching. “Wanna feel you come inside of me, please…” She repeated the word ‘please’, indicating how fucked out she was.

Effie was dickmatized, completely drunk off of his dick. Babbling, nearly drooling as she used him as her toy. He allowed her to do so, enjoying this side of her.

She was no longer the quiet, innocent— actually she probably never was. It just took the right person for her open up and lay it all out on the table. Effie did just that. “Gonna cum, oh, yes…” The young woman pants, loving the feeling of her insides being dug in. Shazza watches her, maintaining the same exact pace.

“I want you to come for me, beautiful. Let it all out.” He practically moans as she tightens around his thick phallus, his orgasm approaching. “That’s it. Shit…” They began to caress one another’s back, peering into each other’s low eyes.

“I love you, ah, I love you, Shazza!” She shouts to the top of her lungs, legs shaking while her juices came pouring out of her. “I love you, fuck…” Without warning, the couple released themselves, holding one another tightly. Their bodies shook in unison, riding their highs.

The moon above was their only source of light, faintly shining amongst the couple as silence fell between the two. Both covered in each other’s sweat and Effie’s nectar, neither didn’t mind. None of their surroundings mattered, bringing themselves back to reality.

“I meant it when I said I loved you.” She speaks her truth, rebirthing herself.

These past couple of weeks— more like months were more than just the two hanging out. She was really growing to like him then soon that intense feeling of infatuation transitioned into love. She fell for him and she couldn’t hide it anymore.

Shazza brought her to climax without sex. He had her on edge even when he didn’t touch her. During their time together, she’d grown to realize she was sapiosexual. Despite that, she’d really fallen in love with Shazza.

“I meant it when I said I loved you too.” After his reply, he sends a loving peck to her lips. A bright smile fell upon her canvas, beginning to play with his beautiful dreadlocks and stare in his direction lovingly.

Neither of them moved a muscle due to the couple being much too tired to.

[saintwrld]

Akulaleki

Akulaleki - there's no sleep/ I've got no sleep

summary: in which reader takes Shuri to groove in South Africa, for Shuri to better understand reader's love for music and randomly dancing around the lab.

mood of the one shot: fun, comedic

warnings: party girl!reader, confused but excited!shuri, cussing (in both english and zulu), just super fun vibes and a lot of brand names bc i'm a fashion gyal and i like things 🤚🏽, (rich le$bean things 🥂)

translations: haibo - literally can’t explain this one, it’s like a sound of shock, bathong - another sound of shock (it’s got different meanings), ngiyeza - i’m coming, voetsek- fuck off (in afrikaans), nawe- you too, wavula icircle - she opened a dance circle, mntanasekhaya - sibling (not direct meaning), majivane - dancer (in a celebratory way), hawema! waletha undlukulu - oh my goodness! she brought royalty!, yoh - damn (kinda), chommie- friend (in afrikaans), ugirl uyakuthanda - the girl loves you.

inspired by: akulaleki - sun-el musician, samthing soweto ft. shasha

taglist: @pinkwright @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed @verachii @quintessencewrites @axailslink @shurismainbxtch @laurensmabel1 @heejayy @generallysapphic @vixentheplanet @abenomeiiii

(major love for you guys!)

a/n: this is for my party people!!! this is dedicated to all of you amazing people who are reading this. basically this one shot is gonna show you what it's like to party with South Africans. Groove is like the club but more fun 🕺🏽. reader will be South African (hope you don't mind!) and i'm excited to write as a sa party gyal myself 😝🫡. you'll also see a lot of south african celebs mentioned btw.

side note: are there a lot of translations? yes but the more you know 🫶🏽

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With your ugg boots barely making a sound on the lab floors, you approach your girlfriend with her back turned away from you and the soft sounds of rnb playing in the background. It was quite a peaceful scene playing out in front of you. Scientists were working together on new projects and Shuri was sitting down, that's what shocked you most.

You stood behind her trying to peak at what she was busy with and it seemed as if she hadn't noticed you yet. "I can practically hear your heartbeat from here, my love." She remarked, making you groan as she turned around to face you. Her outfit was simple, a plain figure hugging sweatsuit with sneakers and because the outfit is on your girlfriend, it made you swoon.

"What if I wanted to surprise you?" You raised your eyebrow at her and she chuckled. "You'd obviously have to try harder, duh." Shuri rolled her eyes jokingly as you lightly shoved her.

"How's your day going? Can't watch the housewives without you." You asked, sitting on the empty seat next to Shuri. She lightly sighed and pointed to the formulae in her lab notebook. "First off, you watch two episodes every week and leave me behind so, shh. Second, these formulas are coming together and I'll start these projects in a week or two." Shuri said, closing the notebook and holding your hand that was situated on your lap.

"Oh so what? There's a real housewives of biochemistry that you're probably watching without me, huh?" You mocked, acting offended by her first comment. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She replied sarcastically, causing you to roll your eyes with a smile on your face.

Shuri looked at the table and grabbed a few loose kimoyo beads before beginning to work on them. "Now there has to be a reason for my lovely girlfriend to visit me on a Monday." She mentioned, causing you to fake gasp. "Haibo! Can I not visit my girl in her lab?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips and tapping your foot.

She ignored your antics and stood up to her sand table with you following close behind. "Just to talk about housewives? There's no way you drove all the way here just for that. What's on your mind, sthandwa sam'?" She snickered, seeing you drop your shoulders in defeat.

"I drove the Cullinan so it was a leisurely ride." You muttered, looking anywhere but your girlfriend's eyes. She gently grabbed your chin to focus your attention on her. Her eyes were warm, looking at you as if you held her entire world in your hands. Gaining up the courage to even ask this was eating at you and she could clearly see.

"It's going to sound bad but I wanna go home." Your sentence made Shuri confused. "But you just came from there-" "No, I mean my home country. Just for a few days." You cut her off, holding both her hands. On Shuri's side, her heart broke a little because that meant you were leaving her side for a few days.

"No no no, don't be sad! I wasn't done. I want you to come with me. Last time we were there, it was just a quick visit but this time, we're gonna have fun." You smiled at her and she looked at you in surprise. You and Shuri have different meanings for the word 'fun'. Hers would be driving around the city with you or relaxing with you on vacation, just listening to soft music and just loving each other.

You, on the hand, loved fun which included not chilling on a beach in Turks and Caicos. Back home, it was party time all the time, mainly because of the genre 'Amapiano' taking over the country and the world. Because of your love for dancing and your country's music, you would go to groove with your friends regularly, resulting in you becoming famous just for having fun and that's when you made friends with all of the South African artists. Being famous along with your many artist friends came with perks such as travelling, getting into anywhere free and a lot of love from your fellow south africans.

Whilst travelling to Chicago just for funsies, that's where you met Shuri. She was leaning against a cool car and saw you from afar, dancing with your friends to a song she couldn't exactly recognise. When Riri had eventually come out of the pizza shop, she was curious to what had gotten Shuri's attention. Riri recognised you from instagram on multiple people's stories. Riri being Riri, helped Shuri get over her anxiety of talking to you and went over to one of your friends, immediately gaining your attention.

Your curious eyes fell on Shuri, which you couldn't fully recognise because of her shades, and you went up to her only to be shyly greeted by the princess of Wakanda. You initiated the conversation and it formed a new friendship. After a few dates, she was no longer shy and asked you to be her girlfriend. After a few soft launch posts, you finally went public with her, gaining even more fame for dating a royal. For the past few months, you've been living in Wakanda and enjoying your peace but lately, you've missed your partying and your friends.

"If I say yes, will we just spend a week there?" She questioned, already making you smile bright. You nodded. "You already packed your bags, haven't you?" She sighed, removing her hands from yours and placing them on her hips. You back away from her, ready to make your exit before she says anything.

"We leave at 2 pm and I need to get a new suitcase for clothes for when we're shopping that side. Love you, bye!" You exclaimed, making a run for it while Shuri looked at you lovingly as you ran into the elevator. The other scientists looked at you two in adoration but truth be told, it was an everyday experience for them.

You hopped into your car after getting to the secret parking lot, feeling your phone buzz with a text.

panther bae

I love you too

-

y_n

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uncle_waffles you are the moment

↳ y_n love you loads 🥹

user pls tell me you're coming back to sa

↳ y_n yup!

anok.yai you're so beautiful

↳ y_n guys, she called me beautiful 😝

kehlani is it party time??

↳ y_n it's party timeeeee!!

coachella_randy majivane is coming back? 🥹

↳ y_n literally just to dance with you my love

ayrastarr my moms are so pretty

↳ y_n Ayra, my child 🫂 (literally a year older than her)

flolikethis you are very much missed this side ma'am 🤨

↳ y_n i miss the three musketeers too

user i wonder if she's coming back with shuri

user my crush ( i told my village about us )

user pls we have so many new dances now. are you ready?

↳ y_n already learned them. i'm always ready for a good time 🫡

user ARE WE PARTYING WITH THE PANTHER?!

↳ y_n bathong 😭

kekepalmer and WHEN am I seeing you and partying with you again, Mrs Udaku?

↳ y_n now Keke 😭

-

After an hour long flight, it landed in the yard of your previous home before moving to Wakanda. Using the Royal Talon jet was a much better option in terms of safety for Shuri. With Aneka grabbing your suitcases and Ayo grabbing Shuri's, they placed them on the doorstep, waiting for you to open up.

The door clicked and it opened wide, taking in the sight of the home and all its memories. The many nights of Shuri always surprising you at your doorstep, showering her with love and affection that you missed over the times you hadn't seen her. When finished with her missions, she would often go straight to your house just to be in your presence. You had fallen in love with her and she had completely fallen for you. Uttering the words "my heart is yours and it will be yours till the end of time" during one of your cuddle sessions.

Seeing the house clean hadn't surprised you much as Shuri had programmed nanotech into the walls and rooms to keep the house clean for however long you weren't there. You didn't question how she did it but you greatly appreciated it.

In your peripheral view, you could see her yawn. "You wanna take a nap before we get ready?" You asked her, making your way to hug her which she greatly returned. You could feel her settle her head onto your shoulder and stay there for a while. You shook her a little but she didn't move. Is she really sleeping while standing? Her breathing became a bit slower and that's when your suspicions were confirmed. Using all the strength you had, you lifted her up by her legs and resting her on your shoulder. As much as Shuri was lean and literally looked like she was floating while walking, the panther was heavy and you were struggling to carry her up the stairs. You heard her giggle as her head was facing your backside.

"Shuri, leave my ass alone." You warned. "Baby, it's literally in my face, what am I supposed to do?" She shrieked, barely speaking because she was laughing.

After a few seconds, she kept quiet and you were curious as you were still struggling to get to your room. Next thing you know, you felt a sting on your ass.

"Shuri!"

-

Standing at your mirror in your closet, you observed your outfit and you were having a struggle choosing which shoe matched. Walking out the closet to find Shuri and ask for her opinion, you halted and almost fell to your knees. You knew Shuri had style but you didn't expect for her to wear any outfits you bought her.

The outfit had showcased her in a new light for you and you never wanted this Shuri to leave. In the mirror, she observed herself, adjusting her black tight fitting crop top along with her black black cargo pants. She had on the green Louis Vuitton varsity jacket with green low dunks to keep up the theme of her outfit. Her midsection was not fully exposed, showing off her petite figure. Her Kimoyo beads and earrings stayed on but extra accessories were added, such as a diamond encrusted cuban link you gifted her, a cartier love bracelet (that you both wore) and prada sunglasses.

She acknowledged you through the mirror and gave you a smirk, seeing your reaction to her outfit. Eyes raking over your body, she beckoned you over to the mirror, taking a step back so that you could stand in front of her. Stepping in front of her, Shuri wrapped her arms around your waist, looking at you through the mirror. Feeling her breath fan over your neck gave you shivers down your spine, her hands slowly moving towards your hips and staying there, pulling your body against her.

"Sthandwa, you look so good. Can I please show you how much I appreciate your outfit?" She said through kisses gliding from your ear onto your neck, feeling the coldness of her grill as she landed an open mouthed kiss on your burning skin. Her right hand moving from your hip, inching closer to the hem of your skirt and grabbing the flesh of your thigh. She was clearly enjoying watching you unravel at the slightest touches from her. As much as you seemed to be the confident one in the relationship, when it came to pleasure, Shuri made sure to show you a good time.

Knowing that you two would be late to your own welcome back party, you held onto Shuri's wrist and giggled when she groaned out load. "After the party and many years after that, I'm all yours. But for tonight, I wanna show you what it's like here and I promise. We can do that thing you like when we come back." You turned around to face her and tried your best to convince her by flashing a smile at her.

She looked at you a little while longer before eventually letting up, making you give her a quick hug and run to the closet to get your shoes. Looking back at her, you noticed her flashing the grill to herself in the mirror, clearly feeling herself.

What a night it's going to be.

-

Stepping out of the car to which Shuri kindly opened your door for you, you greeted by the small crowd of photographers of the club and fans who were waiting for you to show. They just had no idea that the Princess of Wakanda would also show up. Greeting everyone on your way to the entrance of the club, you held Shuri's  ring clad hand and literally felt the ground vibrate because of the music from inside.

Hearing your favourite genre of music brought warmth to heart, especially when the people were celebrating you, You were buzzing at the thought of being back in your element, dancing with your close friends, being by the dance floor and showing off choreography on the dance floor and usually you did all this without a drop of alcohol in your body.

The security had been tightened tonight because of the amount of status within the club. The capacity was apparently at its maximum tonight which was a little off putting to you but Shuri assured you of your safety, reminding of you of the Dora that had eyes everywhere plus she was literally the Black Panther.

The bodyguards at the entrance were alerted of your arrival and immediately opened the doors for you two, hearing the dj announce you and Shuri's arrival which made club goers cheer, eventually turning into screams at the sight of you two.

Shuri had definitely undermined your fame in your home country. She always knew that you were well known across the world but to see people cheering as if Beyoncé just showed up. Shuri herself hadn't really acknowledged her fame as she's always busy but to be up front with it was a different experience.

A sparkle girl came up to you two, completely starstruck and she led you two to the vip section, a large upstairs section over looking the huge club. You greeted the crowd from the balcony who excitedly greeted you back, phones pointed at you as you blew kisses to them.

Walking back to your booth, you sat next to Shuri who looked at a kid in a candy store. "You always give the best surprises, my love." She said. "What do you mean?" You looked at her confused. Placing her hand on top of yours, "Just how you seem introverted in Wakanda but the minute you stepped foot in here, you were a different person." She commented.

Leaning closer to her as the music became louder, "Looks like we both have superpowers." You smiled which she reciprocated. You two stare at each other a little longer until you were interrupted by the sound of your friends entering the vip section as well. The first one to spot you was your best long distance friend, Lihle, better known as Uncle Waffles.

"My favourite couple ever!" She shouted, walking closer to you two. Her pink hair matching with the strobe lights of the club as her distressed denim set made a statement. You two stood up to greet her with open arms. Shuri had only met Waffles so she was familiar towards her however she would be meeting your other friends today.

"You don't mind if I sit here? It's a bit hectic down there."  She gestured to the crowd beginning to fill up the capacity.

"No, you're okay." Shuri answered for the both of you. After a few minutes of catching up with Waffles, a few more of your friends came to greet the two of you. Shuri's social battery was fueling up, making her more excited for the night ahead of her. Seeing her like this, all comfortable and chatty with your friends, made you really happy.

"Y/n! It's almost time for my set. Do you wanna be by the dj booth with me?" Waffles called to you. She could see you were itching to be on the dance floor, fucking shit up. A larger smile beamed across your face as you nodded. "As if I would ever say no." You expressed, grabbing her awaiting hand.

Looking at Shuri, she was in deep chats with your other friends, laughing her ass off at their terrible jokes. She was okay. Seeing the wide smile on her face made you smile. Feeling yourself being dragged by Waffles made you laugh. "Okay, ngiyeza!"

Dancing to your friend's set behind the dj booth was too fun, especially because it was like you two were synced. The crowd went crazy when you two went onto the mini stage in front of the dj booth to show the choreo for the particular song playing. As the djs switched, your friend Daliwonga (and apparently Shuri’s new best friend besides Riri) came up to perform. “Ah mntanasekhaya!” He greeted you warmly as you were still behind the dj booth. “How are things going? Just to let you know, I’m besties with your wife. You didn’t tell me she was this funny, funnier than me even.” He smiled, getting his mic ready.

“Please, everyone’s funnier than you, Dali.” You rolled your eyes to which he deadpanned. “Voetsek.” He kissed his teeth making you laugh. “Nawe. Please don’t fall from the stage.” You walked down from the stage with him giving you the finger.

An hour later, you're still cutting it up with Waffles on the dance floor with your other friend, Randy, joining in on the fun. "Hawema! Waletha undlukulu!" Randy exclaimed once you pointed out that you were here with Shuri.

"We're so happy that you're back, chommie. Life was beginning to be boring so when I heard that majivane was visiting, you know I had to show up for my girl." Randy smiled, making you hug him just for his words. "Yoh, ugirl uyakuthanda." Your friend Kamo Mphela commented with a smile on your face as some of your friends stood by you on the dance floor.

You looked up to the balcony only to see Shuri peering down at you with the most loving eyes. You send back an innocent wink at the woman but she doesn't react. She knows how you get when you tease her in public.

The dj's had switched and now all your favourite Amapiano songs were playing. Some of the songs were oldies while a few were brand new. Immediately running to the dance floor, you barely realised that a large crowd formed around you in the shape of a circle. People filming you from all different directions, chanting ‘wa vula icircle!’ which you were sure was going to trend the next day. After dancing with a few supporters of yours, you smelt Shuri's scent next to you, with her surprising the people around her.

"Come, let's dance." She smirked, causing you to look at her otherwise. You knew Shuri to be the swaying type of girl, if she wants to get a little wild, she'll add a whine to the mix. The dancing in Wakanda was extremely different to that of South Africa. Usually at groove, the aim is not to sweat but because you made this your living, you gotta give the people what they want.

"Are you sure? It's a fast song." You questioned, hearing the beat drop nearing closer and closer. "I've had my lessons." She smirked once again. The best finally drops and it was if Shuri had been dancing her whole life. She knew the choreos you would practice were hard but she didn't mind learning them for you.

The crowd was hyping you and Shuri up, eating up the dance moves. However the night was still young.

-

Hearing the birds chirp by your bedroom window, you picked your head up, slightly opening your eyes and feeling the heaviness of your eyelids. You looked to Shuri who was laying face down in the pillow, wearing the same outfit as last night and so were you.

Feeling for your phone on the nightstand, you grabbed it and stood up to stretch and open the curtains. The sudden light in the room caused you and Shuri to groan out. "Sthandwa, please come back to bed." Shuri's voice muffled because of the pillow as she felt for your body in the bed.

"I'm hungry and I'm craving iKota." You croaked out, clearing your throat. "You're craving what?" She questioned, sitting up slowly. "A kota. It's an uncut loaf of bread filled with chunky fries and sauce. They add other things as well." You explained, walking into the bathroom to get a proper look at yourself and what a sight. Your wig disheveled while your makeup tried its best to stick it out.

"Okay let's get ready to get that abomination because I'm also hungry." She got up from the bed to stretch as well.

"Not too much on my food now, babe." You joked.

[dear--mars]

Academic rivals…? Pt 5

Synopsis: You hated Alhaitham. From his arrogance to his grades. Even looking at him made your stomach turn. But then why were you two embracing each other in the broom closet intertwining breaths together…?

Notes: Fem reader, OCC Alhaitham, Kissing, Graduation Ceremony

[Translations at the bottom]

Taglist: @sharkiestory

900+ words [not edited]

4 years. You endured 4 years as a student in the Akademiya. It was your graduation ceremony. 

“Please put your hands together for the valedictorian Alhaitham!” claps were heard throughout the gymnasium. You rolled your eyes at him before zoning out of his speech. That was until you heard your name being called.

“As for my dedication, I’ll be dedicating my speech to [Name].” Your head shot up. 

“And that concludes my speech.”

“...” Everyone was silent. The sage fake coughed before he asked.

“Are you not going to elaborate as to why…?”

“I don’t feel as if I need to.” was the last thing he said before he walk off the stage.

“Well, now we will be moving on to the awards.”

It was safe to say that people were getting annoyed at the fact that the only people who were getting any awards were you and Alhaitham. 

“For the creative writing certificate: [Name] and Alhaitham!”

“The mathematics award: [Name] and Alhaitham!”

“The science award goes to [Name] and Alhaitham…”

“Geography: [Name] and Alhaitham… Wait. I’ll be right back.” We watch as the announcer walks off to the back only to come back shocked. 

“Well, I’ve been told to call out all at the same time. Art, history, music, physical education, biology, chemistry, physics, social studies, technology, philosophy, graphic design, literature, algebra, and geometry will all be awarded to [Name] and Alhaitham.” 

“...” The gym was silence. No one said anything. 

The rest of the graduation proceeded as usual. 

It was only when the afterparty started when things got weird. 

The party was going fine but someone had spilled some juice all over the floor, so like a good person, I volunteered to get a mop not knowing what your friends had in mind. 

“Yeah, the mop should be in the broom closet!” One of your friends yelled as you made your way down the halls. Just as you opened the door you felt the sensation of hands pushing you. You collided with someone. Just before the door closed, you heard one of your friends say “Have fun!”.

“What's that supposed to mean?-” You were cut off be a deep voice.

“Could you stop pushing against me?” You let out a small yelp at the sudden voice.

“A-alhaitham?!”

“What?”

“Why are you here?”

“I came to get a mop but someone pushed me in here and locked it.”

“Wait. Was it because someone had spilled juice?”

“Yes and I’m guessing they got you too?”

“...”

“Why would they do this to us specifically?” He questioned before you gulped. 

“Probably because you like me…” You feel his breath hitch before he let out a scoff.

“There’s an error in your logic. I’ve never stated I’m romantically interested in you.” You think very carefully before blurting out that you knew what he said in Zulu.

“...”

“...”

“Hey, Alhaitham!” You called out to him.

“Hm?” He turned around to face you.

“I heard you can speak over 7 languages!”

“Yes, I can.”

“Wow! Tell me something in a different language.”

1 “Ufuna ngikutshele ini?”

“What did you say?”

‘They don’t understand me…?’

2 “Ngiyakuthanda. Ngikuthanda kabi ngaso sonke isikhathi uma ungekho kimi, kungenza ngifune ukukhipha inhliziyo yami. Ngiyakubamba kakhulu, noma ukhuluma nentombazane kungenza ngibe nomona ngoba udonsa umoya kangangokuthi ngisho netshe lingawela kuwe.” 

“That was so long. What did you say?”

“Figure it out by yourself.” he said before walking away.

“Wha-! Come on! You can’t just leave! Tell me!” Unfortunately, he was out of earshot.

“How long have you known…?”

“I found out a week afterward. People had heard you and spread rumors… Someone came up to me and congratulated me on dating you…” You said as you tilled your head down, hoping he didn’t see your face growing red. Fortunately, he didn’t but that was because he was looking away so you weren’t able to see his ears growing red. 

“How long do you think we’ll be trapped here..?”

“Knowing them, they’ll probably forget. Let’s wait for a little bit and if not we can just break the door.”

“Whoa! This is someones house! We can’t just break the door down!” You said as your head shot up. 

“It’s their fault for locking us in here…” he said tilling his head down only to meet eyes. Silence overtook the closet as your eyes lock with his. Your eyes scan all over his face and you ultimately land on his lips. It wasn’t long before Alhaitham started leaning in. 

You started leaning in too but as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck a shock ran through your body and you pulled away. Alhaitham raised an eyebrow. 

“A-are you sure you want this?” You asked. His eyes widened.

“You have no idea what I want.“ He said, snaking a hand to the back of your head before pushing your head towards him. The kiss was a lot more tender and passionate considering Alhaitham. It was a long, deep kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away trying to catch your breath. But Alhaitham followed your lips, wanting more. Your chest swirls at the feeling of care and affection behind the kiss. Warmth spreads throughout your body as your knees get weak. 

You finally break away. You huffed heavily as you try to catch your breath. You looked up at Alhaitham who was as red as a tomato. Your eyes widened before giving him a smirk. 

“Oh~? Is the all mighty Alhaitham blushing?“

“Shut up.”

“Wow. We literally just made out. Don’t tell me to shut up, bro.”

“Don’t “bro” me. I just had my tongue down your throat.” 

Translations

1 ”What do you want me to tell you?” 2 “I love you. I’m so madly in love with you every time you’re not with me, it makes me want to rip out my heart. I get so possessive of you, even if you’re talking to a girl it makes me so jealous because you’re so breathtaking that even a rock would fall for you.”

[Pt 1]  [Pt 2]  [Pt 3]  [Pt 4]  [Pt 5]

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[dickensianenglishbulldog]

Me (starting Allan Quatermain): Hurrah! Time for another adventure! Where shall we go this time H. Rider Haggard? Are we to return to Africa with our favourite band of elephant hunter, Zulu warrior, overdressed naval captain and peer of the realm? 😃

The first line of the introduction:

Me (already tearing up): What the hell? What the actual hell?

*Cue series of adventures and escapades with the gang*

Me (breathes a little easier): we’ve had rather a shock, but it’s all fine now.

*throws myself into the exciting culmination of the plot*

H. Rider-pluck-my-heartstrings-out-one-by-one-why-don’t-you-Haggard:

Me (through tears):How dare you kill Umslpogaas? You ought to be put away! You’re on a spree! A killing spree! What will you do next? Bump off our dear friend and narrator Quatermain?

H. Rider: 😏

Me: No! Please! No!

H. Rider:

My heart: *breaks*

Tears: *flood my eyes*

My life: *falls to pieces*

[alterrune]

New Message Sender: Albert To ColorStreak Battalion, I have finished scanning Shadow Laurence's dungeon within the Midnight Channel. Loading Details, Standby.... loading finished. Shadow Laurence's Dungeon: Decaying Security Base A twisted recreation of the Zulu Security Base, the shadows inhabiting the base take the form of Zulu Security Members roaming and protecting the base from any potential threats. Shadow Laurence resides inside his office, you must make your way through the base to the office to confront him. There are multiple traps set up in the base such as turrets, shock traps, mines, spikes, and security doors that will activate if your presence is found. I will reload the details of the ColorStreak Battalions spirits if you need a refresher: https://www.tumblr.com/alterrune/670571707328823296/sir-we-just-finished-development-of-4-of-our?source=share GEOGRAM is doing whatever they can to handle Terence Suave and the Toppat Radicals, but Laurence and Lily must resolve their conflicts with their Shadows, otherwise the Shadows will continue to interfere with Operations Emperors Abyss. I will be the navigator for you all once you enter the dungeon. The Midnight Channel is open to Shadow Laurence's Dungeon, Good Luck. - Albert

Alright, everyone, on the count of 3.

(The 5 of us are ready to dive into the TV.)

One...two...THREE!

(On my signal, the 5 of us jump into the TV. Upon entering, we fall into an area that seems to be covered in fog.)

Kyle, we all can't see shit. What's going on?

Ah, crap, that's right! I forgot about the fog!

TEDDIE?! Dude, it's been ages! How've you been?

(Teddie hands me 4 pairs of glasses, one red, one purple, one blue, and one pink. I put each of them on the respective CSB members' heads, then put a black pair on my own face.)

Whoa! What are these?

Specialty glasses to help make the fog a non-issue. Courtesy of this little teddy bear over here.

GAH! Is that thing a shadow?

A FRIENDLY one. I met him shortly after getting Maggy-Izzy. Teddie, you think you can sniff out the location of two particular shadows for us? Names are Laurence Burnway and Lily Burnway.

Uh...Kyle? Quick question: Do you think we can trust Teddie's nose on this?

We don't exactly think he can actually sniff them out.

I agree with Teddie, guys.

Wait...didn't Albert say he'd be our navigator?

Why are we trusting Teddie, then?

Because I know where the dungeon is, but not the way there.

GAH! Wait, Albert?! How are you on my phone screen?

I am actually still in the GEOGRAM base. This is so I can keep watch on you all and make sure this mission goes according to plan.

Alright, fair. And Teddie is good in a fight, so it's good to have him.

Just try to ignore the constant slew of bear puns, though. Anyways, lead the way, Teddie!

(We all then follow Teddie to the dungeon. It's huge and just as imposing as Albert described.)

Teddie, Shadow Laurence is at the top floor, I presume?

Hey, one of two ain't bad, Teddie. You still did the job you were tasked to do.

Exactly. Now then, everyone? We have a shadow to beat.

(We all start to rush into the building before I suddenly remember what Albert said.)

WAIT! Albert, you said this place was trapped, correct?

Indeed. As I stated earlier, there are turrets, shock traps, mines, spikes, and security doors that will activate if your presense is found. While I believe being stealthy is not an option here, it would be wise to take care of any enemies if they spot you as to ensure they don't alarm the others.

Thought so. Let's not do our whole "storm in hard and loud" routine this time, guys. Let's just head into the area calmly.

You got it, Kyle.

Let's do this. You coming, Teddie?

(We all enter the building after hearing Teddie's words of encouragement. Get ready, Shadow Laurence, we're coming for you!)

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad the lost explorer and the spear of blood and tears chapter 13

@jakkiisthatboy2

Tad arrived with Ramirez and Victoria with a sad look on them

“tad? where were you?” She asked as he responded with a hug. “woah woah woah. It’s okay. It’s okay.” She starts to hug him back. what happened?” “oganda is dead…she was shot by zulo and Zula.” “and I got back of being scared and afraid”

“tad…I know what’s the problem.” “what?”

“your bravest hero energy is draining.” Ramirez told him. “what?!” Then tad began to cry while Ramirez and Victoria were comforting him. “but I’m so sorry she’s gone.” That made tad freak out “oh my god…I can’t believe I saw her corpse! it was a nightmare…” “well I’m so sorry we weren’t there with you.”

“we’ll be able to fight against them together.” Victoria promised him. Tad wipes his tears away and sniffs “okay. but I’m gonna need to find my teacher: Dagenia.” wait. Does she know about this?” Asked Ramirez. “yeah…I’ll tell her…”

Tad arrives with a dead oganda zulo shot and he wipes his tears as he sheds more when Dagenia entered

“tad! Where were you! I was worried sick!” “well..I…I went off and”

“where is oganda? what have you done to her?!” Dagenia got mad at her. “I didn’t even do any harm on her.” “Then where is she?” Asked Dagenia. Tad said nothing as tears flow down his eyes. “I’ll find oganda myself.” She starts to leave him.

“please! Let me explain!” “you have nothing to say anything about her!”

Tad takes a lot deep breaths and he starts gets upset and runs to her

Dagenia stops walking and senses that Tad’s behind her

Dagenia suddenly gets out her dagger and yelled: “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OGANDA?!”

Tad hugs Dagenia and yelled out: “OGDANDA IS DEAD!!!” Dagenia got shocked when she heard the news.

“zulo and Zula pretended to be cops and shot her! Just because I didn’t protect her enough! She gone! And it’s all because of me!!!” He began to cry hard and loud which made Dagenia drop her dagger and hugs tad back as he cries.

Dagenia starts to shush tad and comfort him “it’s okay tad. I’m right here little brother. Everything is going to be fine. I promise…”

Suddenly Dagenia got an idea and starts humming to tad a lullaby to calm him down in Zulu. Then she starts singing a song to him to calm him down.

“you still remember it? even right after when you sang it to me whenever I’m upset?” “got it all memorized.” He felt so happy and gives her a hug.

“now let’s go and prepare the funeral.” Dagenia offered him a suggestion to cheer him up and tad nodded in agreement.

[things-of-strange]

Obsessed with South African! Billy

Played rugby since he was four.

Scrum-Half.

Played for The Springboks in June 1984 against England.

Nicknamed "Wildebeest".

Mother is Afrikaners/Zulu (Elsabe "Beth" van Niekerk).

Neil is Irish/American.

Susan is Spanish/American.

Max's Father is Irish/English (Samuel "Sam" Mayfield) and her full name is Macsín Samantha Mayfield.

His grandparents had their marriage annulled during the apartheid, and his grandfather remarried but his grandmother did not.

Had an Italian girlfriend, Laura "Lauretta" Abate, from 22 September 1983 until 1 August 1984.

Their daughter, Nosipho, was born on 5 June 1983.

Billy and Beth are both white-passing but Nosipho is clearly mixed

Neil was not impressed when Nosipho was born and refused to acknowledge her as his granddaughter. He also claims that Beth's stepmother is her bio-mother.

In Hawkins

Lauretta and Nosipho moved with them.

Approached by a senior about the rugby team.

Joins the Hawkins Rugby Team after trying out.

Eddie saw him training one day after detention.

Billy offered them a ride home.

They didn't get out of the parking lot.

Steve found them the next morning.

By Christmas, all three of them were dating.

Billy didn't tell them about his daughter until March.

He only tells them because Lauretta had to cover a shift at work.

They all arrive at Eddie's trailer and are shocked when Billy just gets a baby seat out of the Camaro.

"Whose baby did you kidnap?" - Steve.

"What happened to "those types of people", babe?" - Eddie.

Billy explains his true heritage.

Eddie tattooing a wildebeest on Billy's left hip.

[yandere-writer-momo]

HEART SHAPED WOUND: Yandere Various Baki x Reader

Chapter 2

Author’s note: thanks for coming back. Enjoy!

I just wanted a brief tournament/ fighting before I’m able to delve deeper into the characters. Thanks for all the support!

Here’s the quotev link:

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   “Now on stage is (your full name)! Only 22 years old, she is making history of being the first female competitor! The Brazilian Anaconda!” An announcer shouted, the crowd going wild when (your name) stepped onto the stage. Whistles and shouts filling the air. 

    Her hair was pulled back tightly in a pony tail, bandages tied tightly around her chest, for extra security under her sports black bra. (Your name) adorned a white tank top and white abada pants. The young woman could feel the eyes of everyone crawling on her. 

   “And her opponent, another Brazilian, Zulu!”

    A muscular man with short blonde hair stepped onto a stage, a smirk on his face.

   “What a small world, (your name). You broke my heart when you rejected my marriage proposal.” Zulu laughed, (your name) simply flashing him a smirk. 

    “Did I really break your heart or did I break your jaw?” The man simply laughed, the two getting into position. 

   “It appears the opponents are familiar with each other!” The announcer shouted. “What an interesting turn of events!”

    (Your name) flipped herself over into a hand stand, Zulu laughing at her.

    “What are you doing? A cartwheel?” (Your name) only smiled at the man. He was still so animalistic after all these years.

     “Begin!” The announcer screamed, Zulu immediately charged forward. A wild smirk on his face, his hands outstretched to reach (your name) quickly. “And Zulu charges forward-“

    (Your name)’s foot colliding with Zulu’s face, sending the blond man flying back into the wall.  Cheers and gasps escaping the crowd in shock and awe. The young woman beginning to fluidly moved her body around in a circle.

     “And (your name) sent her opponent flying with a single kick!” The announcer appeared shocked with his tone of voice before continuing. “I’ve never seen such graceful movements before!”

    Zulu rose up, his jaw clearly broken from her kick. His face flushed red with anger. The man choosing to charge at (your name), the girl simply keeping her body moving in a deadly dance.

     This time, her fist collided Zulu square in the face before he could tackle her. The man collapsing to the ground. The fight ending quickly. 

    “And Zulu was knocked unconscious! This is a shocking turn of events!” The announcer voiding believe it. A woman so small had defeated a man three times her size in less than three minutes. There was no way. “(Your name) is the winner of this match.”

     (Your name) gave a bow to the crowd before stepping off the stage. The paramedics rushing to the stage to take Zulu to the hospital. 

    (Your name) sighed a breath of relief. She knew if she didn’t end that fight fast, Zulu could’ve done some real damage. His fighting style, Vale Todo, was no joke. Zulu almost won the last time they had fought because she didn’t take him seriously. It’s so strange looking back on it, that she would’ve married him if he defeated her.

    “(Your name)! You alright?” Zaria ran up to (your name), a concerned expression on her pretty face. “To think they’d have you face off with one of your old suitors.”

    “I don’t think they were aware. It was nice to kick him in the face again.” (Your name) joked, Zaria releasing a small chuckle.

    “I think you’re going to be fighting this guy named Hanayama Kaoru if he wins his match.” Zaria whispered, her dark eyes glancing nervously at the tall man covered in scars. “He’s so scary looking.”

    “Like my smile?” (Your name) joked, her (eye color) eyes meeting Hanayama’s eyes for a brief moment. “Honestly, I like his appearance. It’s kind of attractive.”

    “See. You got your head hit too many times doing all of that fighting. He looks dangerous.” Zaria then leaned closely to whisper in (your name)’s ear, “he looks like he eats babies.”

     (Your name) giggled at her friend’s words, Zaria’s face still stone cold serious. “I don’t think babies have enough protein in them to feed him.”

    “I’m scared. These people are so scary.” Zaria whispered. “I have no idea how you’re undaunted by how dangerous everyone here is.”

    “I think the incident when we were kids was the last time I was afraid. When I fought that anaconda that tried to snatch us up in the river.” (Your name) laughed. The duo of girls making their way towards the wall. “I was afraid I was going to lose you. I don’t know what came over me but I charged that snake.”

    “You saved my life.” Zaria sat beside (your name) on the floor, the two girls pressing their backs against the cold concrete walls. “You’re always saving me somehow. I appreciate you a lot. You know, I would follow you to ends of this earth.”

    “You’re my best friend. I’m always going to be there for you. Even when we’re old and saggy.”

    Zaria laughed, the girl flashing (your name) a grin. “What if I have a baby? Would you have one too? So our kids could be best friends?”

    “I’m gonna be that baby’s daddy. I can’t fight with a baby.” (Your name) laughed, Zaria joining in. “I don’t see myself doing anything like that. My life is too dangerous for kids and marriage. I’d probably have to be with someone like me if I wanted a life like that.”

     “Well, I’ll be inviting you to my future wedding and have you be the god mother of all my babies.”

    “You’re something else.” (Your name) smiled at her friend, her (eye color) eyes watching Hanayama destroy his opponent with ease. Just how many fights had gone by as they talked? Everyone must be insanely strong for them to make it this far. “I’m going to be fighting him. I could die.”

    “You won’t die. Remember that you’re the anaconda now. You’re the predator.” Zaria stated, her dark eyes glancing at the steps that lead to the stands. “I’m going to be cheering for you. But if you need to use that method to save your own skin. Do it.”

    “I’ll do what I can. Don’t worry so much. You’ll get wrinkles.” (Your name) smiled, Zaria flashing a smile at her friend. (Your name) standing up to make her way towards the stage again.

     “Break a leg, (your name)!” Zaria exclaimed, (your name) waving a hand up at her friend in acknowledgment.

    “I always knew you were special.” Zaria whispered, her dark eyes watching (your name)’s back disappear. Zaria then making her way up the steps to sit in the stands.

   A Japanese woman waved at Zaria. Zaria hesitantly making her way towards her.

    “You can sit beside me, dear.” The woman said with a smile. “You’re here to cheer on miss (last name) right?”

    “Yes.” Zaria replied, the lady still smiling.

   “I cheer on my husband and son when I’m here.” The lady stated, her brown eyes admiring the feminine form of (your name). “She’s very pretty. She looks like a flower among thorns here.”

    “She’s a spit fire that’s for sure.” Zaria laughed, the Japanese woman holding a hand out to Zaria. Zaria politely taking it.

    “My name is Orochi Natsue. I’m Orochi Doppo’s wife and the mother of Orochi Katsumi.” 

    “My name is Zaria Derosa. My best friend is (your full name).” 

     “Is she single? My son is.” Zaria laughed at Natsue. 

     “Yes. She is. You’d get along just fine with (your name)’s mother. She’s been trying to find (your name) a husband for the last four years.” Zaria then pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell anyone I told you that.”

    Natsue hummed in thought. Her eyes casting one last look at the pretty form of (your name). She knew Katsumi had a crush on that specific girl. And a mother would do anything to prioritize her son’s happiness. Perhaps she could invite (your name) to the dojo and set the two of them up? 

     Zaria tried ignoring Natsue. She could tell what the woman was planning. But she knew she didn’t have bad intentions towards (your name), so who was she to stop a mother from doting on her son.

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. 

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      (Your name) stood in front of Hanayama Kaoru. His large form easily towering over her with ease. The smell of tobacco and smoke filling her nose from how close they were. His expensive suit standing out to her. He must be a gangster if some kind.

   “(Your full name), the Brazilian Anaconda, versus Hanayama Kaoru, the strongest Yakuza!” The announcer screamed in the microphone. 

     (Your name) bowed to her opponent. The man tossing his glasses off to the side before disrobing. (Your name) flushing red at how he stripped all the way down to his underwear. She believes that was called a fundoshi. But in her culture, this giant man was wearing a thong.

     Hanayama raised his arms up, the muscular man not showing a single emotion on his face. (Your name) had to hand it to this man, he was different than anything she’s ever faced before.

     (Your name) bent her body low to the ground, her hands touching the coop dirt floor. She was going to have to dance faster than she’s ever danced before to keep away from his hands. She could tell this man’s strength was monstrous. 

    Hanayama took a step forwards. (Your name) quickly springer her body to the side of him, landing a strong kick to his leg. That man flinching from the compact. At least he could feel pain so that meant (your name) had enough strength to saman he him. 

     “(Your name) has made the first strike! Look at her go.” 

    (Your name) continued dancing around Hanayama, twisting her body in elegant flourishes to keep away from his arms. She needed to weaken him a bit before she could perform her special move.

     Hanayama flinched when another kick collided with his other leg, his hands nearly grazing the young woman. She was going to have to pick up the speed. He was going to grab her at this rate.”

     (Your name) began to rapidly turn her body, her body barely touching the ground before dancing around Hanayama even faster. The muscular man not having a chance to even come near her as she mercilessly kicked and hit every open area on him.

    Hanayama’s face flushing in frustration at her speed. He couldn’t even touch her, let alone defend himself fast enough against her.

     “Look at her go in such a deadly dance!”

     (Your name) could tell he was getting a little tired and frustrated, it was time to let him grab her. 

    (Your name) slowed down, Hanayam quickly snatching her up by the throat with one of his large hands. His eyes wide at the smile on her face, his grip loosening in shock.

    “Gotcha.” (Your name) then swung her body over Hanayama’s head, her legs wrapped around his head, her back pressed against his as her hands grabbed the back of his legs. Her legs constricting tightly around his head who’s her hands pulled his head and torso back. A shocked gasp escaping Hanayama’s throat. 

      “What is going on? It appears (your name) has wrapped herself around Hanayama just like an anaconda itself!”

     (Your name) tried not to cry out when she felt Hanayama’s strong fingers digging into her legs, the young woman continuing to tighten her legs around his head. Sickening crunches filling the air as she slowly began crushing his head, just like the snake who nearly killed her all those years ago.

    Hanayama could only struggle a bit longer before he lost consciousness, (your name) wincing once she felt him start to go slack. The man still standing tall. 

      “I don’t believe it… (Your name) has defeated Hanayama!”

     “We’re both done!” (Your name) shouted, before rising up, her legs still around Hanayam’a head. “The muscles in my legs are done!”

      “It’s a draw! Both fighters are in no condition to continue fighting!”

     (Your name) was in agony from how he tore apart the muscles in her legs, but she knew better than to show outward discomfort. She didn’t want any of the other fights to think less of her.

   (Your name) winced as she rose up, her hands assisting in moving her legs off from around Hanayama’s face and to sit on his shoulder’s like a shoulder ride.

    “You we’re amazing.” (Your name) whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss to his head. “Thank you.”

     (Your name) turned her attention to the paramedics that held their arms out for her to fall to them.

    “Catch me!” (Your name) flung herself back, the paramedics catching her before putting her on a stretcher. 

     “When I said break a leg, I didn’t mean break both of them!” Zaria screeched as she ran out onto the stage to be by her best friend’s side. “He pulled the muscles in your legs apart-“

    “Well, I crushed his skull in a bit. So it’s fair. I was amazed he didn’t pull my skin open, with how hard he was grabbing, he easily could’ve ripped chunks of my muscles out…” (your name) casted a glance at the man who still stood in all his glory. His back tattoo catching her eye. Seems to her that he’s a very honorable man.

     “Well I’m glad he didn’t. You don’t need anymore scars!” Zaria sighed before following the paramedics into the ambulance. “What am I going to do with you?”

     “Probably help me with a sponge bath. I was all up in the poor man’s business.”

     “I did not need another visual of that.” The two shared a laugh, the ambulance door shutting on the two. The two heading out to the hospital.

     A giant muscular man with medium length red hair stepping out onto the stage with a terrifying smile on his face.

     “A female fighter, huh?” Yuujiro smiled at the damage inflicted to Hanayama. “Now that’s something you don’t see too often.”

    “Ah, Yuujiro. What are you doing here?” Tokugawa nervously stepped onto the stage. His dark eyes glancing nervously at the tall man. 

    “She’s interesting and I don’t say that too often. Especially about a woman.”

   “She’s just a little younger than your son, Jack.”

    “Hmm. She’d make a nice Hanma…” Yuujiro then smiled. “Perhaps I should ask him if she would.”

     Tokugawa could only nod, Yuujiro making his way towards his son. Tokugawa nearly falling to his knees in shock. Just what has he done?

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Author’s note: thanks for reading! I cannot wait to write what comes next!

[limeinaltime]

Project Zulu

 A while ago, an idea popped in my head. I remember that Project Zulu did exist in the older parts of the lore and thought to give it some backstory. I am sorry for any contradictions.

  Project Zulu  

Disappeared, status unknown. 

  Was built at the same time as Project Adam. 

  If I am not mistaken, both were a result of the company’s attempt at making drones as strong as Serial Designation X, and the company did achieve some success, right? 

  Just like Adam, Zulu was trained by Serial Designation X. 

  Was “arranged married” with Project Eve (or someone else). Although Project Sev was made as a result of this marriage, both Zulu and his wife were never really on good terms and eventually separated from each other. Zulu would raise and train his son all by himself while simultaneously pursuing his ideals of the “perfect killing machine”. 

  Is a determinator (according to tv tropes, someone who never gives up). Every failure he faced is seen as nothing but a mere setback to victory. An example of this is at the very beginning. He started out as a slightly weaker drone compared with Adam and has lost several sparring matches against him, Serial Designation X. In fact, Zulu barely won against Eve (or someone else), reinforcing Adam’s view that his brother is just an inferior version of him. Unfortunately for Adam, Zulu became more durable against his powerful strikes, adopted fighting techniques, causing Zulu to not just outmatched his brother in terms of skills, but to also put up a more decent fight against X. 

  Uses a fighting style that is basically a mixture of Muay Thai and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. That way, he could force some of his opponents to submit without any lasting injuries, or knock out others and quickly end fights with deadly striking. It really depends on who he is fighting. In addition, Zulu’s electricity also gave him the ability to pack more punch for his strikes as well as to make his blades more devastating. What would concern his opponents about his strikes is the result and impact it produces, which is the impulsive force produced with the sheer electrical shock that temporarily, or permanently if he puts enough effort, disrupts the function of their nanites. Zulu actually tried to teach Hotel some of his techniques, only for Adam to tell him to bug off and forbade Hotel from ever using any of these techniques he learned. His melee weapons are sabres, long swords and claws, and his ranged weapon is a rocket launcher that he studied the blueprint of and managed to implement it in his weapon system. 

  Developed a rather pragmatic and at the same time, idealistic view. Understood that although worker drones are weak and can be very stupid cowards, they can be cunning, brave, smart and competent. As a result, he implemented different strategies and tactics based on the type of rogue drones he is facing. In his notebook, Zulu, he mentions the strengths and the weaknesses of some of his comrades, showing that he is a good observer. He admires Adam for his strength, loyalty to the company and coldness, however noted that he is arrogant, has an overdependence on his strength and acts too cruel against many drones around him, especially to his children, negatively affecting their performance. He wrote about the excellent leadership skills X possessed, as well as the lack of loyalty she may have for the company. As a result, Zulu proposed the concept “the perfect killing machine” which is that a disassembly, project or internecion drone must not just be skilled and strong, but also must be disciplined, reasonable, ruthless, intelligent and swear absolute loyalty to the company. Zulu hoped to achieve his goals to become what he views as perfection. 

  Due to the massive firepower that some rogue drone civilizations (worker drones were not the only separatists) may possess, Zulu, with the blueprint he obtained and the scraps he have, created and modified body armour for himself and his squad to decrease the risk of getting some really nasty wounds. 

  It is unknown what rank he is in, but it can be known that Zulu is powerful enough to demote executives and promote project drones to said rank based on what he sees fit. His presence is enough to keep the cockiest drones from messing around. Zulu understood that honesty is the best policy and forgives drones if they commit some mistakes and at most., give them a slap on the wrist depending on how bad it is, as well as severely punish those who try to cover them up. This was shown when he disciplined his son through beatings and severe training after catching him for covering a major fuckup. As a result, Project Sev made sure everything in detail and records about his missions were correct and accurate out of fear of being accused of covering or making anything up. Zulu also believes that he could get drones to achieve their absolute potential as well as to give up their weaknesses. The more drones working efficiently for a common goal, the better. 

  Acting under the orders of administrator X, Zulu and his squad defeated and exiled Eve and Adam, with Zulu himself personally bruising his brother’s body and ego. When R came to power and X was presumably killed (in reality, she was exiled), Zulu instantly came into conflict with the new ruler. This was not because he had loyalty for X, but rather because he considered the new government to be unfit for their roles. He understood that X was losing loyalty time by time, but still would rather have her as the leader simply because the alternatives were much worse. Thanks to R, and her allies Eve and Adam, those Zulu deemed to be unfit for such ranks were given executive status and other high ranks. Zulu couldn’t do anything about this. This angers and frustrates him, which could be shown through how increasingly brutal his tactics and attacks become against many unfortunate rogue drones. He even wondered whether he should leave the flock and create his own faction. 

  His downfall came when a disassembly drone squad had notified him that his son, Sev, and another squadmate, Project Tarik, defected to a powerful rogue drone holdout. Furious, Project Zulu hastily prepared himself and the remainder of his squad (Project Loken and Project Aximand) to destroy the rogue drones and force his subordinates to give up their resistance. At first, he attempted to convince them to join back, telling them that he will give them a second chance if they give up their rebellion. They, however, have yelled at him that once the drones have completed their mission, the company will leave them for dead, besides, they are probably expendable resources to the eyes of the fat billionaires that ruled JCJenson. Why spend more money to get their drones back? Zulu felt angered by such acts of treason but had managed to hold himself together. He shouted back, in the calmest voice he can muster, that he understood where they were coming from, admitted that the company probably left them for dead, but argued there is no point in rebelling since JCJenson will not be affected. The company will repeatedly send deadly, maybe even deadlier and emotionless then the internecion drones. Besides, they were here to complete one mission, to put an end to runaway AI on this godforsaken planet, and they will be the ones to do it so that others don’t have to suffer the burden of being a mass murderer. As time went by, the patience of both sides waned, and the argument grew into a fruitless quarrel. In the end, Sev proclaimed “If fighting for freedom is wrong, I don’t want to be right”. This leaves Zulu no choice except extreme violence against his son and his friend. A fierce and ferocious battle followed as the rogue worker drones and the rogue projects used their skills and abundant firepower cleverly to kill the loyalists. Zulu gave the disassembly squad the order to sneak through the ventilation system as him and the squad attacked the defenders head-on. It worked as the disassembly drones had successfully come behind enemy lines before the rebels knew it and their lines were beginning to break. Zulu ordered his squad to smash the enemy before they could counterattack. The short yet bloody battle ended with Zulu personally killing his son. Most of the defenders, including Sev and Tarik, were killed, with the remaining fleeing in many directions. The entire disassembly squad, though they had fought valiantly, were all dead. Though Zulu and his squad had survived, they suffered several wounds, both on their bodies and in their minds. 

  After that event, he and his squad were never the same as before. They could shoulder the guilt, the sorrow and the pressure of ruining countless lives, but the killing of their comrades, the ones who they’ve trained with, have learned lessons with each other, and the ones whom they had several  memories together were what broke them. Each and one of them became mentally scarred as a result. Zulu, once a cool headed person, had become more vulnerable to outbursts of rage. He had become more quiet and depressed. Moments before his sudden disappearance, Zulu wrote in his notebook that he had truly failed his goal of being the perfect drone and that after everything he had done, his emotions had finally taken over his mind. 

  Despite everything, Adam may still view his brother as a weakling who likes overthinking and overanalyzing, but damn he can’t deny the fact that Zulu is quite good at making badass armour.

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Zulu’s lore has been mostly finalized, but I really like this idea. Could make for a good OC of your own :D

[lolotheparagon]

Watched Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life and it was amazingly unfunny.

I’m all for random shit, but the amount of racist jokes (did they REALLY have a segment during the Zulu wars?? What’s that got to do with the meaning of life?) and nearly all the women have their tits out for no reason. It’s fucking gross. Even their costumes have models of bare boobs on top. Like were the Pythons THAT HORNY during production??

Also that where’s the fish scene was the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen.

I never though the Monty Python films were the pinnacle of comedy, but Meaning of Life really is shit. The only things that made me laugh were some lines, the Galaxy song, the Penis song, the Protestant joke, the middle of the film and end of the film cutaway gags. That’s it.

This is why shock value never works in comedy. It never lasts long and it comes across as desperate when you shove it in peoples faces

[jonathanferraragallery]

JOHN ISIAH WALTON is a New Orleans artist whose neo-expressionist works are internationally recognized for their commentary on race, class, identity, and current events through his irreverent, frenetic and sometimes absurdist style. His art has been on show at the Art Lab Akiba (Tokyo, Japan); the Atlanta Contemporary Biennial (Atlanta, Georgia); the Ogden Museum of Southern Art (New Orleans, Louisiana); the permanent collection of the New Orleans Museum of Art; the Ohr-O’Keefe Museum of Art (Biloxi, Mississippi); P339 (Brooklyn, New York); and more. His residencies include the Macedonia Institute (Chatham, New York) and the Joan Mitchell Center (New Orleans). In 2022, he will showcase work in Tel Aviv, Israel.

Influenced by internet aesthetics, Black identity, pop culture, and Louisiana history, Walton’s subjects are often unconventional and sometimes shocking. In the tradition of Basquiat, his work frequently has hidden meanings and symbols, and his choppy brushwork endows the work with the energy and intensity that the artist is known for. Rooted in concern about the social, economic, political, and cultural structures at play in contemporary life, Walton’s best-known series sometimes encourage discomfort. 

His breakthrough exhibit was 2015’s “Beaucoup Humidity,” curated by the legendary Diego Cortez. A behind-the-scenes exploration of service industry workers of his hometown, the series exemplifies Walton’s signature wit and personal experience to depict the New Orleans underbelly hidden from tourists. The series was preceded by 2012’s “Zulu Portraits,” which featured post-colonial portraiture of Black and white political leaders in blackface to remind us to deconstruct or disentangle an errant white American history. The title is a reference to the Zulu Social Aid & Pleasure Club parade krewe of New Orleans.

In 2016, Walton tackled the carceral state in a series featuring inmates of the Louisiana State Penitentiary known as Angola, portrayed through portraits of bulls and bullfighters. The series aims to examine our complacency with incarceration, and represents a more subdued but no less subversive approach to critical social commentary. The “Black Paintings,” a series Walton began in 2017, address issues of identity including visibility and invisibility, presence and absence, figure, and void. On canvases painted black, layers of neon-hued acrylic and oil stick depict scenes ranging from the mundane to the controversial. 

Walton was the first African-American member of the artist collective The Front and a founding member of both The Level Artist Collective and the Second Story Gallery. He has lectured about his work to the graduate program at UNC, Chapel Hill. He attended St. Augustine High School. (1999-2002) and graduated from Sarah T. Reed High School (2003). Walton received an AA degree in 2012 from Delgado College, New Orleans.

[sekwanele]

UKZN OT Curriculum offering European Greatness

"Education is the movement from darkness to light." - Allan Bloom. Sometimes I feel like that when I sit and reflect on my formal education journey. It got me thinking about how it has gotten me to walk the streets of MR and Zwelibovu communities and speaking to managers of prestigious private health institutes at such a young age, places I have never dreamt of. And actually feeling like I know what I am doing and can be in these rooms communicating and adding valuable Occupational Therapy knowledge. This is all due to the rich OT curriculum UKZN provides which is ineffectually delivered at times. https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.picturequotes.com%2Fthe-only-thing-that-interferes-with-my-learning-is-my-education-quote-183&psig=AOvVaw0J_ej6Dq3ybebKK0DQgl42&ust=1726327182084000&source=images&cd=vfe&opi=89978449&ved=0CBQQjRxqFwoTCKiqtoWcwIgDFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE . This image just reinforces my belief that this curriculum can at times interfere with one’s learning. Where it forces you to conform to other people’s thought processes, which can leave one not thinking on a local and community needs basis.

The most shocking revelation for me is that the university is located in KwaZulu-Natal, which has the largest number of Zulu ethnic people (Minority Rights Group, 2023), and takes its Occupational Therapy students out into these communities following a traditional Western standard as stipulated by the World Federation of Occupational Therapy (WFOT). “The Federation can positively influence health, welfare, education and vocation at an international level,” (WFOT, 2024). This shows the UKZN OT curriculum’s commitment to producing an international Occupational Therapist (OT) and not so much a local OT. To me the OT course has basic isiZulu offered in its package, which I have not found beneficial at all, for teaching non-Zulu-speaking folks. This became very evident in my community module when we went into the deep Zulu community of Zwelibovu. Where I saw my non-Zulu-speaking OT partner struggle with communicating with the patients, not because she did not know the OT content but just a communication problem. Upon which I asked her if she found the isiZulu module beneficial, of which she stated that she wishes she had been taught meaningful Zulu words and sentences that would help communicate health related matters to the patients and not taught about the names of animals and reciting Zulu kings clan names. This to me shows the gaps within the OT curriculum that fail to offer comprehensive Zulu modules for a predominately Zulu-speaking province.

When I look at this image I am reminded of the Western body of knowledge we follow. This is evident when this curriculum has taught us assistive devices which are fancy and are to be given to patients, which are not at all relevant to them, financially and even culturally. This became evident to me working at the community doing home visits. Where there now is no electrically controlled bed, no bed at all just a sponge on the ground. This was my reality first week of community in my client’s home, where ideally in a hospital setting transfers would have been easy, using transfer boards, Sara Steady etc. Which I realise I would have recommended to the patient if I had seen her at the hospital rather, due to what I was taught. However, the curriculum does offer us lecturers who have experience in the community, who make us mindful that what they teach us might not be a reality for most of our patients. The UKZN OT curriculum does teach us to be client-centred and holistic and be very able to adapt. However, when doing wheelchair practicals in lectures, we were never taught the realities of the community like transferring from the floor to a wheelchair. Which in my case I had to adapt on the spot, looking for things like benches that would assist my client in transferring the wheelchair and offering her water bottle to maintain the fingers in extension as they had gone into composite flexion, and I was afraid of a developing contracture she could have. Showing that although equipped with information from the curriculum which was fairly Western and not contextualised to the African context.

The OT curriculum teaches us to be critical thinkers, which allows us to expand our minds into thinking about the other issues with regards to the client, not take things at face value. In a conversation with the project officer and manager at COC, we were able to analyse the community which we attended where we saw that the client’s insights are poor into some other conditions. Where usually it is likely for patients to believe that conditions like stroke are caused by witchcraft in rural areas, (Mpanza et al, 2022). This reduces the client's attendance to important therapy and hospital visits and reduces compliance which increases risks or worsening of the conditions. This critical thinking skill taught to me, helped me figure from the PO and manager why my client suffering from a stoke, had a wheelchair but it had no footrest. They made me aware that the community clinic in that area had OT services once a month through the community service programme offered in PHC. They raised the point of the clinic not having enough resources which is why the client did not have the footrests. This led to research as to why this clinic was not working effectively, where it was found that PHC was failing due to limited financial, political and human resources, (Chimezie, 2015) which explains why the client has a wheelchair with no footrests.

However, I feel sometimes the curriculum, does offer the UKZN OT students in the community skills, like critical thinking skills, as this allowed me to analyse another occurrence in the community I am working in. There was a young client who was not doing well in school suspected of having a learning difficulty. The mother struggled with getting assistance with finding a special school and receiving disability grant for him to send him to these schools. This is where I found that the curriculum does not give us any detailed information with regard to the application of these grants. Had I not been with the PO who is a social worker, who then filled in the gap of the protocol, of the client’s needs to get the SCREENING, IDENTIFICATION, ASSESSMENT AND SUPPORT forms from the client’s school, then only can we (OT) can see them for an assessment. After that, the client can go to the SASSA doctor where he can assess him to be placed on grant. This lack of knowledge of procedures not provided to OT students in the curriculum really affects the ability of the therapist to be useful in the community, (Buchanan, 2016).

In conclusion, the OT UKZN curriculum is very useful and provides students with a lot of insight into engaging and analysing the community. However, their insatiable need to produce an international OT needs to take a back seat and produce a curriculum that will offer comprehensive knowledge to operate in the community. And understand that global recognition in a locally lacking curriculum is futile and somewhat silly and does not go with the university’s motto of “Inspiring greatness” but rather inspiring European Greatness.

References:

van Stormbroek, K., & Buchanan, H. (2016). Community Service Occupational Therapists: thriving or just surviving? South African Journal of Occupational Therapy, 46(3). https://doi.org/10.17159/23103833/2016/v46n3a11

Mkhize, P. Z., Phehlukwayo, S. M., & Mpanza, D. M. (2022). Health seeking pathways for stroke survivors in a rural setting: Optimising early intervention for stroke rehabilitation in occupational therapy. South African Journal of Occupational Therapy, 52(1). https://doi.org/10.17159/2310-3833/2022/vol52n1a4

World Federation of Occupational Therapists. (2017). WFOT. https://wfot.org/education

Aaqil De Vries, Jo-Celene De Jongh, & Wegner, L. (2024). South African occupational therapy students’ reflections on ethical tensions experienced during fieldwork. South African Journal of Occupational Therapy, 54(2), 27–35. https://www.ajol.info/index.php/sajot/article/view/275728

Zulus in South Africa. (n.d.-b). Minority Rights Group. https://minorityrights.org/communities/zulus/

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (18-24 Aug 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🙂 Curtains For Three (Nero Wolfe #18) (Rex Stout, author; Michael Prichard, narrator)

😊 The Silent Speaker (Nero Wolfe #11) (Rex Stout)

😊 Too Many Women (Nero Wolfe #12) (Rex Stout)

🥰 Letters to Half Moon Street (Meddle & Mend #1) (Sarah Wallace, author; Gregory Maupin, narrator) - very enjoyable epistolary romance novel set in a Regency England that has just a touch of magic (à la Sorcerey & Cecilia or Glamourist Histories series) - breezy & light with delightful characters

💖💖 +145K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Bravo Zulu (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - MCU: modern stucky, 25K - DOLI #13 - Bucky & Steve's evening after the race day - in the comment I left on this fic I referred to the sex scene as 'sacred & holy' because it was. This series, which I absolutely cannot believe has been going on for 4 years & 500K words, remains incredible.

Some Part of Me Came Alive (SpaceJackalope) - OMITB: Mabel/Theo, 2K - I love this pairing a whole lot & this fic was hot (and with surprising emotional heft, given the length!)

Lost 'Til I Found You (JJK) - 9-1-1, MCU: Buddie (bg stucky), 20K - - 9-1-1/Avengers crossover! LOVED this! I feel like we don't see nearly as much crossover fic these days and I am sad about that!

A little oil change, a lotta lube (Novaaaaaaaaaa) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 2K - some mechanic/customer role play for the boys - short & hot AF

How, Patrick series (Mad_Lori) - Schitt's Creek: David/Patrick, 27K - a lovely series about David discovering Patrick's long-running YT channel where he 'gives helpful life advice on a variety of topics'. Adorable and very them. Instant fave.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Taskmaster - s16, e1-6

Handsome: Live From Toronto

D20: Never Stop Blowing Up - "Without Our Siblings" (s22, e9)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Bean Appétit" (s17, e9)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

It's Been a Minute - The SMACKDOWN: The Peanuts vs. Prince vs. Dungeons & Dragons

Re: Dracula - August 18: Very Sweet and Very Bitter

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - What’s Happening to the Benin Bronzes?

Welcome to Night Vale #252 - Paid Programming

You're Dead to Me - Alexis Soyer

Re: Dracula - August 19: Rejoice the Eyes That Wait

Re: Dracula - August 20: We Shall To-night Play

The Sporkful - When Is A Taco Legally A Sandwich?

It's Been a Minute - The SMACKDOWN: Maya Angelou vs. Harvey Milk vs. MC Hammer

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Oh, the Places We Can’t Go

Switched on Pop - Tinashe’s “Nasty” takes on Janet and Beyoncé + Are songs getting simpler?

Shedunnit - Instrument of Death

All Songs Considered - Nick Cave on the encounters that brought him to 'Wild God'

99% Invisible - Not Built For This #1: The Bottom of the Bowl

Handsome - Brett Goldstein asks about recurring dreams

Re: Dracula - August 21: Goods are Delivered

Vibe Check - The Fruitcake Factory featuring Laci Mosley

Pop Culture Happy Hour - The Reality TV Shows We'd Actually Win

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - District Six

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Sonic Diagnosis

Handsome - Gabrielle Union asks about childhood crushes

Persuasion by Jane Austen - Persuasion 8. | Bath

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Are Cemeteries…Dying?

If Books Could Kill - The Anxious Generation

Handsome - Margaret Cho asks about using handsomeness for bad

Dear Prudence - I’m Dating My Former Professor and It’s Affecting My Relationship With My Sisters. Help!

Dear Prudence - Prudie Plus: I’m Married and My Wife Hasn’t Changed Her Last Name. Help!

Re: Dracula - August 23: Ominous in His Calm

It's Been a Minute - "The Squad" loses two members; plus, Colman Domingo shines in 'SING SING'

Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #1

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Diane Lane

Re: Dracula - August 24: Some Terrible Shock

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Mendelssohn: Symphonies No. 3 "Scottish" & No. 4 "Italian" [Israel Philharmonic Orchestra & Leonard Bernstein] {1979}

Mendelssohn: Symphony No. 3 "Scottish", The Hebrides Overture - Schulmann: Piano Concerto [London Symphony Orchestra] {2014}

Pacific Rim (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

Ramin Diawadi

Songs From Quentin Tarantino Movies

Bear McCreary

P!nk

Sneaker Pimps

Pop Radio • Chill

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An update on a Hip-Hop Legend named Afrika Bambaataa...

An update on a Hip-Hop Legend named Afrika Bambaataa... About a week ago, in the beginning of August 2024, Afrika Bambaataa, Ronald Savage and Universal Zulu Nation were at Crotona Park in the Bronx for a family day event to honor someone that passed away. Afrika Bambaataa was the DJ of this event, and was endorsed on video by Mickey Bentson (zulu nation leader) who told the general local Bronx Community that attended this event to give Bambaataa a round of applause, which they proceeded to do. Bambaataa also proceeded to take photos with attendees, including Ronald Savage. They took photos together, with Ronald's arm around Bam. Post from Ron "Bee-Stinger" Savage - YouTubeBefore this event, some months ago, Savage had allegedly gone rogue and recanted his position to be in support of Bambaataa and Zulu Nation. He said on video that survivors were allegedly lying and were of age and willful participants. He even went as far as to allege this about John Doe (who currently has a pending civil lawsuit for heinous crimes against Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation) without knowing who the survivor is! He then allegedly hijacked Leila Wills' Hip Hop Stands With Survivors organization to protect Bambaataa and Zulu Nation's interests, and also vindicated all of her research on the topic as lies. (Leila Wills is the investigative journalist covering this story) Leila Wills - YouTubeFast forward to last week, Bambaataa and Savage were together. Some observers of this now believe that it was all an alleged lie and that people made up stories about Bambaataa and he is innocent. I am deeply disturbed, appalled, and very shocked by all of this.Please, don't fall for the PSYOP! I am one of the Survivors of Afrika Bambaataa, from the year 2000! And I was under the age of consent when it all took place. I actually know the truth because I experienced it. And I'm telling you, without a doubt in my mind, as a Survivor, that Afrika Bambaataa, Universal Zulu Nation and unfortunately Ronald Savage are running a huge con-game on the General Public at large. They are using this to clear Afrika Bambaataa and the Universal Zulu Nation from being held accountable. And sadly, it seems to be working so far. And I may not know Ronald Savage personally, but as a fellow Survivor, I feel thoroughly betrayed. And I'm sure other Survivors feel the same way because he KNOWS the truth about Bambaataa and he KNOWS how dangerous that man is! But, he's over there playing these type of games. It makes no sense to me at all!The Rabbit Hole is very deep! And they don't want anyone to know how deep this Rabbit Hole can go. And this is their way of preventing others from finding out. In fact, at this point, I allege that this is a conspiracy. Not just a conspiracy theory, but an actual very real conspiracy that's taking place in real-time. They are openly conspiring against victims and investigators in the public eye with zero shame!Thank You for reading. And I apologize for the nature and sensitivity of the topic. Submitted August 10, 2024 at 06:29AM by Gamepad_Pianist https://ift.tt/48ZnVrT via /r/Music