#WAM oc

[wampabampa]

mob robbie.. ... MOB ROBBIE-

Tbh mob rob reminds me of my dog

Robbie in general reminds me of my dog

Mob!Robbie belongs to @/clownsuu

[obi-wansorrow]

There is a fic called Star Wars: The Golden Saber by darkmagess on ao3.

Here is the thing about this fic.... it's earth shattering. It is paradigm shifting. It feels like one of the Star Wars novels you'd buy at the bookstore.

The characterization of Obi-Wan Kenobi is sublime. The world building challenges George Lucas on his best day. The OC makes me cry. I think of this fic at least once a week, and I read it over a year ago.

It explains the Jedi order better than the movies do. It takes you on journeys that build towards the canon story.

Everyone should read it.

Edit: Their tumblr is @magess!

Please let me know if the link does not work.

[buggybuggs]

drunk and listening to edgy songs is the best thing to do.

[bnbc]

I somehow never posted this on tumblr and now I'm asking myself whyyyyyyyyyy

by amazing and talented @scuttlebuttin 💜💜💜

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don't reupload this post to other sites

[prinx-quail]

Alr ten pm! GIF time motherfucker

I fr need to stop animating stuff I'm so tired :(

For context though this is my buddy's OC Leon (left) and God (right)... Or... A god, i guess. His name is Ko and he's an agriculture god. When he gets excited and happy he drifts away into the ether. Both enjoy playing Farming Simulator.

[saccharisu-draws]

Mmm yes I’d like to stuff my head with One More Idea­™ that I thought was cool but don’t realistically have the capacity nor time to carry out��😵‍💫

[get-more-bald]

szok, niedowierzanie i zawód bo nie ma na internecie zdjęć jak afro zachowuje się kiedy zmoczone krwią

[quillfulwriter]

Rick from Where Ages Meet would 100% do everything to protect someone from a pack of wolves, and tbh, I wouldn't even be mad if he didn't do it perfectly. He's determined, he's thoughtful, and I'm proud of my boy for doing his best, lol.

Which OC do you trust to protect you from a pack of wolves?

[roleplayinfo]

Drodzy użytkownicy! Witamy Was bardzo serdecznie na ogólnym profilu technicznym, który będzie w pełni poświęcony polskiemu roleplay na platformie tumblr. Z nami zobaczysz, że wilk nie jest taki straszny, jak go malują!

Zapewne znajdą się w naszym gronie osoby, które pamiętają podobne konta na asku: lvcif, Wyznania Technika. Chcemy w tym zakątku internetu stworzyć dla Was podobną przestrzeń, która ułatwi poruszanie się po tumblr.

Podstawowy poradnik dla początkujących użytkowników - klik!

☞ Spis hasztagów, które możecie umieszczać w swoich postach, aby łatwiej było nam się wszystkim odnaleźć:

#polishRPヽ[fandom, z którym związana jest postać lub OC, jeśli jest to postać autorska] przykład: #polishRPヽMARVEL, #polishRPヽHARRYPOTTER, #polishRPヽGOT.

☞ Pytania i odpowiedzi: z chęcią udostępnimy Wasze zapytania, jak i ogłoszenia. ☞ Spis Waszych kont - klik!

Jeżeli po drodze wpadniemy na coś jeszcze, z pewnością uwzględnimy to w świeżym poście, abyście mogli się z tym zapoznać! W razie jakichkolwiek pytań lub wątpliwości, prosimy o kontakt z (dc) dvrksister lub (dc) scarlatna. Jesteśmy tu po to, aby Wam pomóc - żeby fikcja nadal tętniła życiem. Miłej zabawy!

[peachdues]

PEACHIE!!! i wanna know about your kny oc!!! i wanna know everything abt her i wanna see which of my girls would vibe with her (chances are good at least one of them would bc i have three AHAHA)

oooh Fallon!! Ahh okay, let me see what I can come up with!

Setsuna Ishikuro is the Reader in Wind and Moon (or maybe the Reader in WAM is Setsuna — that’s probably the more accurate way to put it)

Setsuna is/was the daughter of a wealthy merchant family and she was being primed to take over her father’s business when her elder brother died. He was supposed to be a demon slayer and carry on the lunar breathing tradition, but he fell ill and died before he could partake in Final Selection. Setsuna is very resentful that she was forced to assume his place because she wanted to be a merchant like her father. Because of her upbringing, she has bougie tastes lmao. She loves things — expensive baubles, art, silks, kimonos, you name it.

When she’s reassigned to be Mitsuri’s tsuguko after the Incident (in which she’s fired as Sanemi’s tsuguko), she and Mitsuri bond over their mutual love of food. Setsuna still can navigate the merchant world, so she uses her connections to allow Mitsuri to try more western food (and both girls love sweets). They pig out together quite frequently.

Loves hanging out with women, but because of the events of the prologue (and as you’ll see in the next chapter) Setsuna =/= getting along with men. She’s afraid of them, but that fear comes out as extreme coldness and disgust. However, when she’s cornered, she freezes. Sanemi and Ubayashiki are basically the exception (though she does warm up to Kyojuro eventually). Despises Tengen because he makes an unsavory and poor-timed comment about her body (that he regrets instantly — he wasn’t thinking)

She is drawn to Sanemi because of their ✨ moment✨ in the prologue after she dug herself out of her own grave. He saw her and she recognized that.

Once Setsuna gets over some of her own anger/rage, she’s quite considerate and kind! She had one younger sister who died horrifically (again, see the prologue for Wind and Moon), and she misses her dearly. Because of that, Setsuna is very kind to children. She’s also quite thoughtful in her own way, even if she can be a little shy about her feelings. She observes Sanemi’s penchant for matcha and takes care to send him really high quality stuff even in the year they don’t see each other — though she doesn’t tell him who it’s from.

Uhhh does that help?? Ask me more questions if you want, but yes!! Give my girl friends, god knows she needs them!!

[thxnewkid]

Czy jest ktoś, kogo chętnie tutaj zobaczysz?

Do pokonania kosmicznego klauna z piekła rodem potrzeba więcej niż czterech Frajerów, dlatego pilnie poszukiwani są nasi trzej brakujący muszkieterzy – Bill, Stan i Mike. Żebyśmy mieli na kogo polować, przyda nam się oczywiście sam Pennywise, a oprócz niego bardzo, ale to bardzo chętnie ujrzałbym tu wszelkich bohaterów OC. Jeśli niestraszna Wam dawka horroru w postaci towarzystwa docinających sobie gołąbeczków, zapraszamy do wspólnej zabawy!

[doppel-doodles]

[g0dspeeed]

5 Songs, 3 Outfits

Tagged by @carlosoliveiraa 💕 Thank you, this was so fun!

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

The Storm by Bronze Radio Return

"She is the storm and the calm that proceeds. The howling wind and the still air in-between"

Blame Brett by The Beaches

"That's why I won't get vulnerable Don't you dare get comfortable Heartbreak is impossible Feelings doing somersaults I'm not ready for therapy To take accountability Right now it's about me Me and only 'bout me"

Damn (Unstuck) by Vox Rea

"Damn, it's all in my hands Bottle of gin and a cigarette Oh man, don't you think about lighting up? Damn, forgot all my plans Dangerous dance on quicksand Oh man, don't you think about giving up?"

King by Florence and The Machine

"I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king"

All About Me by Lilyisthatyou

"I don't give a damn if you're not at ease This is not about you, it's all about me Swallow your pride, fuck off and die This is not about you, it's all about me"

Girl just wants to be cozy fr

Free Animal by Foreign Air

"You get what you came for, what you stayed for I only know how to satisfy your craving This is what you crave Know what you're made of, what you're made of Flesh and bones won't lie They won't lie"

Waiting For The End by Linkin Park

"I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got"

WAM by A$AP Ferg

"Man, I got all the flavor, bitches say I'm delicious I'ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches I'ma kill all you rappers, I'ma aim with precision They was rocking with your ass 'til they made a decision All my friends making millions 'cause they knowin' my vision A lot of entertainers crash, I can see the collision Destined to make the money, I was great at division I'm finna take all your food and I'ma eat up the dishes"

Build Me Up by Reaubeau, Elle Hollis

"Something's coming, I wanna be Everything I thought that I could never be Build me up, piece by piece Figure out on my own the parts that made me"

Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron

"I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight"

Country boy aesthetic ✨

Tagging @noodlecupcakes , @simplegenius042 , @voidika , @v0idbuggy , @direwombat , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @cassietrn , @ivymarquis , @ladyoriza , @la-grosse-patate , @nightbloodbix , @strangefable , @inafieldofdaisies , @shallow-gravy , @onehornedbeast , @henbased , @josephseedismyfather & else who wants to try!

[crissiebaby]

Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 8

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“I Double Diaper Dare you to go sit in Rebecca’s lap and mess yourself while you exclaim how horny pooping your diaper makes you.”

Codi’s words echoed in Crissie’s brain as she inched her way across Jane’s office to where Rebecca and Jane were stationed. She silently cursed herself for taunting Codi so much, practically egging her on for a blushy dare. She was no chicken, though. If this is what Codi wanted her to do, then she would do it, for better or worse. Sitting next to Rebecca on the lounger sofa, she took a deep breath and said, “Umm…Miss Rebecca?”

Stroking Jane’s hair as the overworked therapist rested her head in her lap, Rebecca looked over at Crissie and gave her a warm smile. “Yes, Crissie? Did Codi decide if she wanted that change or not?” she asked, reminding Crissie of her botched scheme.

“N-Not exactly,” said Crissie, her cheeks turning red before she even said what she needed to, “Do you…mind if I sit in your lap…just for a minute or so?”

Taken aback for a second, Rebecca's warm smile shifted into one of excitement. She’d been told how quickly Crissie could ascend and descend the Little Space Tower of Terror but to see it happen in real time was something very different. And to Crissie’s credit, the entire scenario was making the avid porn writer feel smaller by the second. “Of course, you can, baby girl!” said Rebecca, tapping Jane on the head and ushering her to sit up. She then placed her hands on Crissie’s waist and lifted her onto her lap.

For Crissie, this was both a dream come true and a living nightmare. After writing about Miss Rebecca so many times, it was a bizarre and unforgivingly tantalizing prospect to be babied by such a dominating figure. At the same time, though, she knew what needed to be done if she was going to win her dare. Glancing across the room at Codi, it was obvious how much her roomie was eating up the spectacle, which only added to Crissie’s internalized humiliation. And with Crissie, when it came to ABDL humiliation, arousal was always soon to follow.

Folding her arms, Jane puffed out her bottom lip in disapproval. “Stupid Crissie, cutting into my Miwth Webecca time,” she muttered just loud enough for Crissie and Rebecca to hear. She turned her head away in a sharp huff, doing little to disguise her dissatisfaction.

Snickering at how adorably bratty Jane was acting, Rebecca stretched her arm out and pulled Jane in, giving her as big of a side hug as she was able. “Awww! You make such a cute face when you’re jealous,” she said, planting a wet kiss on Jane’s forehead, “Good thing Miss Rebecca has two arms so she can cuddle both of you.”

While Rebecca was preoccupied with showing Jane some love, Crissie geared herself up to do what she had to do. It was more than just the standard mental block that someone new to ABDL might get when trying to use their diaper for the first time. Contrary to popular belief, messing yourself in someone else’s lap is not as easy as it sounds, especially with someone you don’t really know and have fantasized about. Adding to the difficulty, she didn’t exactly have to go number two at the moment, forcing her to strain as she leaned forward just enough to lift her tailpipe up and began to push. 

Watching Crissie’s struggle from across the room, Codi was practically giddy as she attempted to block the purring vibrator in her diaper out of her mind so that she could enjoy the show. A feat that became more and more difficult thanks to the mortified faces that Crissie was making. There was just something about the way that Crissie looked when she was fully flustered that made her appear too cute for words. She really was the ultimate adult baby.

Thankfully, with Crissie occupied, Codi was able to resume her intimacy session, sneaking her hand under the waistband of her diaper again and planting her fingers against her sopping kitten. She’d already squirted enough from her previous climax to make the padding extra squishy on the back of her hand, adding to how turned-on she was. As much as watching Crissie added to how horny she was, she wished she had the room to herself so she could attack her throbbing clit from outside of her squelchy diaper; something that would be far too noisy to pull off at the present.

Letting out a soft grunt, Crissie expelled the breath of air she was holding before sucking in another giant lungful and readying herself from the second big push. Unfortunately, not even so much as a small toot came out of her rear on the first attempt. Sweat began to form on her browline as she began to worry if she’d wind up losing Double Diaper Dare for failure to complete a task instead of a simple refusal. She puffed out her cheeks and squinted her eyes, pushing with everything she had.

*PFFFFFFSPLOOOOOORT!*

“Eeeeeeep!” yelped Crissie as a sudden onslaught of gas was forced into her diaper, followed by the smallest amount of something brown and sticky. It wasn’t much but so long as there was poo in her diaper, she technically completed step one of her dare.

Codi curled her lips inward as she held back uproarious laughter. Crissie’s sudden, split-second reaction was just too priceless for her to handle. She cursed herself for not having a camera ready to immortalize such a disgraceful expression. Knowing what Crissie had to do next, she felt her heart rate steadily rise as her sexual fervor reached its boiling point.

“Hehehe, I think Crissie made a stinky,” said Jane, wiggling atop her perfectly clean diaper as she giggled at Crissie’s increasingly rosy cheeks. 

Tapping her chin playfully, Rebecca released her hold on Jane as she draped her arms around Crissie’s torso. “If my nose is to be believed, I think you might be onto something, Jane,’ she said, planting her hand on Crissie’s tummy and slowly starting to rub in soft, semi-circles, “Well, Crissie? Did you make Miss Rebecca a present in your diapee?”

Biting her bottom lip, the adult side of Crissie’s brain was slipping fast. She leaned back on the messy center of her diaper and began to bounce in Rebecca’s lap, smearing the muck all over her bottom. “I g-gets kinsa horny when I go poopy,” she stuttered, feeling dizzy as the words escaped her mouth.

Luckily for Crissie, Rebecca was there to pacify her dizziness, squeezing her tightly as she held her in her arms. “Is that so? I never would’ve guessed,” she said sarcastically, letting out a light chuckle, “I wonder then, what would happen if I did this?” Suddenly, she started to bump her thighs up and down, forcing Crissie to squash her mess even more.

“Uh oh! I think Crissie may be enjoying herself a little too much,” said Jane, giggling as she leaned forward and pressed her hand into Crissie’s diaper, eliciting a moan from the naughty author. In a way, it was very cathartic to see Crissie in such a vulnerable situation, given the extreme embarrassment that Crissie thrust upon her only half a year prior. Looking around the room, she quickly tried to come up with a way to make Crissie’s predicament extra blushy.

Lightbulb!

Hopping to her feet, Jane rushed over to her desk, causing Codi to snap to attention. She ripped her hand away from her diaper, mentally cursing Jane as she was blue-balled for the second time in under five minutes.

“Excuse me for a sec. I need to get something from my desk,” said Jane, snatching the keys from the corner of her desk and bending down to open the bottommost drawer, “Hehehe, this’ll be perf…wait…where is it?”

Instantly, Codi’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Having seen Crissie pilfer the vibrating egg from the same drawer, there was no doubt in her mind that the small pleasure toy was the item that Jane was after. Closing her eyes, she prayed to whatever Goddess might be listening for Jane not to hear the faint buzz emanating from her diaper.

“Shoot, that would’ve made Crissie go crazy. Where on Earth could it be?” stated Jane, mildly annoyed that she’d “misplaced” her vibrator. Biting down on her fingernails, she hoped she didn’t leave it in the bathroom after cleaning it. If anyone found that out in the open, she’d be done for.

“MMMMMMMMM! M-Miwth Webecca!” shrieked Crissie, causing Codi and Jane to turn their attention to the amorous scene that was unfolding. Slouching down in Rebecca’s arms, Crissie went limp as Rebecca went to town on her diaper, rubbing the soggy front against her chastity-confined slit while continuing to gyrate her hips to ensure Crissie had the messiest experience possible. Even when locked within a chastity belt, Crissie could still find a way to get off in a time of need.

Reaching the peak of the mountain, Crissie unleashed a torrent of ejaculate into her diaper; her princess parts turning into a faucet at Rebecca’s hand. Chastity or no, this was practically heaven to the touch-deprived Little whose sex had only seen the fuzzy hand of a robotic teddy bear for the past several months. No longer was she worried about how humiliating everything was. She wanted nothing more than to let Miss Rebecca have her way with her as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. By the time Rebecca let up, she was so exhausted from her broken frustration and sexual high that she passed out in a flurry of pure euphoria almost instantly.

“My goodness, she must’ve been really pent up,” joked Jane, observing as Rebecca gently laid Crissie out along the lounger, secretly wanting nothing more than to trade places with her bratty bestie. Not wanting to disrupt Crissie’s blissful nap, she kept her voice low as she said, “Hey, Rebecca, if you’re all done over there, can you help me find my vib-”

*bzzzzzzzzzz*

In the absence of noise caused by Crissie and Rebecca’s playtime, Jane’s office went silent enough for the diaper-clad therapist to make out the faintest of buzzing noises. She lifted up the document in the bottom drawer, wondering if the egg had turned on and rolled under something. However, she soon came up empty, forcing her to follow the sound to its source, which just so happened to be the front of Codi’s diaper. As the realization of what happened to her vibrator hit her, a knowing smirk grew on her face, “Hehehe, well isn’t this a surprise…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[apocalypticapotheosis]

Making diagrams for my oc Trigun au. I've mixed both trimax and tristamp together for the lore of this place as well as a little bit of my own headcanons :3

The first image is a diagram of the general layout of the city of Phoenix's Nest. The city has been built in the shelter of an extinct volcano which allows protection from the burning sun and desert winds. The city is on top of a large aquifer which has made the city water rich, exporting it across the sand ocean in exchange for goods and services.

The area is also home to a native flora like organism much like Earth cacti. The cacti are inedible to humans and toma but the sap they produce is extremely delicious to the wams, who in turn can be eaten by the residents.

It has it's own Sandsteamer port which facilitate's travel and import/export. Phoenix's Nest is quite out of the way in comparison to the other cities on Gunsmoke, as such a Sandsteamer only docks once every three months. It's not uncommon for people to become stranded after missing their steamer.

The city is home to one of the few remaining large stationary Power Plants[*] that once provided the main source of energy to the original SEEDS ships. P-4713[**] was discovered roughly 50 years ago by a group of prospectors who had traveled far out from the main cities in search of mineral deposits. They hadn't planned on discovering the partial remains of a ship among a field of meteoric debris.

The rear section of one of the ships that had been torn apart during entry that had landed far off course to the projected crash sites of the other ships, seemingly pulled in by the same strange magnetic force that pulls in meteorites.[***] The ships systems had long since failed but a single Plant had been left undamaged. It was this discovery that led to the construction of Phoenix's Nest.

[*] For this AU i really wanted to use the big "Lightbulb" Plants from the original Trimax in some capacity, there is just something very striking about those giant constructs that I wanted to use so I thought about how different Plants are used for different things, i also took a bit of inspiration in my headcanon from the game Stellaris and how you start a new colony, where the original colony ship has it's engines repurposed to power the new colony. So I thought about the big original lightbulb plants having been used to power the ships, and how they might have provided the original power source once the colony ships had found a safe place to land. For the smaller Plants I imagined they would have been used by groups going out to build new structures, providing the power and raw materials needed to create infrastructure. I don't think the Plants were ever intended for use on such a mass scale, but after the Great Fall and with the desolate planet they landed on there wasn't much of a choice than to rely far more heavily on the Plants than what was ever planned.

[**] P-4713 is the serial number on the Plant, some of the engineers that work on it have taken to calling this Plant "Patience" in acknowledgement of how long it had been left offline and out of order. [she seems fond of the nickname, not that the engineers would know.]

[***] The magnetic field acts as one of the driving forces behind the events that unfold in this city, it is an unexplainable phenomenon and many scientists have given up attempting to study it, especially since there are more important problems to solve on Gunsmoke. What they do know about it is: it is capable of pulling objects out of orbit that contain metals that can be magnetized and it emits some kind of energy that causes the wams to avoid the area and can cause headaches and nausea in humans who remain within it for too long.

[quintessencewrites]

My Love, My Fury

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

The ship becomes official!!!!!

Warnings: so much fluff, you'll die. Implied smut. Explicit language.

Word Count: 3.5k+

TW: Mention of Panic Attacks

Tags: @letitias-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @zestgodtj @becauseimswagman1 @iloveours @k3nn3dyxo @dayjlovesromance

Translations: sithandwa sam-my love; usana-baby; intombi entle-beautiful girl; umsindo wam-my fury; ilangatye lam-my flame.

A/N: Two stories back to back? I spoil yall. I really love this one and how it turned out. It makes my little heart happy <3

“When will you be back?” I whined into the phone. A deep chuckle sounded from the other end. “Soon, sithandwa sam. I’m sorry it's taken so long.”

Shuri and I’s second date had been postponed for going on two months. She had business that needed to be attended to back in the country she ruled and left Boston in a haste. 

In the time she’d been gone, we’d grown much closer. Not an hour passed without a text, not a day without a call. It was lovely, falling in love with the sweet royal. I was just growing tired of the long distance. 

“Yeah, hurry on up back so she can stop whining,” Riri’s voice sounded from between my thighs. I take the comb in my hand and pop her on the scalp. “Shut up,” I say, roughly taking a handful of hair and cornrowing it tightly to her head. 

“Owwww, ma! Geez, braid my hair, not my thoughts,” she winces, throwing her hands up in pain. 

“Why can’t you just admit that you miss me?” Shuri asks Riri, fake hurt seeping into her words. 

“I miss you, your highness,” Riri seethes, knowing Shuri hates the royal titles. The Queen scoffs just as Okoye calls for her in the background. “I’ll be back soon, my loves,” she offers sweetly, then hangs up the phone.

The heat barely has time to travel to my cheeks before Riri teases “Wipe that blush from ya face.”

I pout, “But it makes me look so cute,” and I kiss the top of her head. She returns the gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh while my fingers continue to stitch a pattern into her hair. 

“We should go out tonight,” Riri speaks suddenly. 

I pause. “Go out where?”

“I dunno, I just want to see you get pretty for me,” she says with a quick bite to the same thigh she’d kissed just moments again. 

“Ooh,” I exclaim. “Let’s go to Mjölnir!”

“What? That club downtown?”

“Yeah,” I respond, legs bouncing in excitement. “We haven’t been yet. We can even invite Honey and Iris. Make it a double date.”

Riri releases my grip from her hair and guides my hand to her lips, planting a kiss on it. “Okay, ma,” is all she says and I smile like a kid on Christmas Day.

My Ri’s hair doesn’t take long to finish, being braided back into her signature cornrows with a cute ass heart stitched into the side. She stands to admire my work in the mirror and returns to me with a grin so large, I know it hurts. 

“Thank you, baby. Got me looking right,” she sings to me, planting kisses all across my face. I let a giggle slip from my lips and grumble an mhm behind my smile. 

I try to stand up and loosen the muscles that have been locked into place due to hours of sitting, but Riri pushes me back into the bed. 

“Let me pick out your outfit, baby.”

My brows raise at the request. “Riri,” I start slowly. “Keep in mind we’re going to a club, not church. You can’t cover me up just because you don’t want other people looking.”

My Riri rolls her eyes. “I can do what I want,” she states loudly with a big kiss on my lips. “But I got you.” Another string of mumbled mhm’s leave me and while Riri rummages through my closet, I text Honey the details for tonight. 

It takes no time for them to reply with a thumbs-up emoji, followed by a quick ‘See you at 9.’

I’m getting ready to shoot Shuri a text as well but Riri distracts me, dumping a pile of clothes onto my lap. 

“Okay,” she starts. “These are all contenders, but I think I gotta see them on you before I can choose.”

“You want me to try all these on?”

“Yup,” she grins. “Come, be my little runway model.”

I slide on and slip off every single piece of clothing Riri has laid out for me. None of them are good enough until I step away from the mirror wearing a diamond-studded corset top and a black leather skirt so short, it barely contains my thick thighs and round rump. 

I face my girl and ask exasperatedly, “What about this one?” I’ve somehow rendered my poor Riri speechless and I swear her pupils are shaped like hearts. All she can do is nod. I chuckle at her reaction and check the clock on the wall. 

“Ri, it's 8 o’clock. We still gotta find you something to wear.” Upon hearing the time, she snaps out of her trance. A sly look flashes across her face so quickly, I thought I’d imagined it. 

She rises from my bed and offers a quick peck to the tip of my nose, then my waiting lips, and finally my blushing cheeks. “Finish getting ready, ma. I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, wishing her lips lingered on mine just a little while longer, but she’s already out the door. 

I sit at my vanity and plug in my flat iron, quickly refreshing my bra-strap-length silk press. It takes me several tries to glue the full, mink lashes to my lash line, and by then, the clock reads ‘8:40’. 

I glance down at my phone and realize I hadn’t heard from Shuri since our phone call hours ago. A panic rises through me as the memories of my Riri being missing just months prior take over my mind. 

What if Shuri was hurt? Or had been kidnapped? Or worse?

I try calling, but I’m greeted with her voicemail immediately. I try Riri and get the same outcome. The panic attack is wrecking my body with a vengeance, my breathing failing me. I lean against the wall, hoping it’ll provide me some balance, but my legs give up and I slide to the ground. 

I curl up and hug my knees, desperately trying to pull myself back to reality. It’s not the first time one of these attacks visited me; it's not even the worse. 

They’d started when Riri was missing and became frequent when Shuri came into the picture. That’s when the realization hit me. I was in love with two people who had the most dangerous jobs in the world. 

Sure, Riri hadn’t suited up as Iron Heart in months, but Namor had gone after her before Iron Heart even existed. 

She was just my Riri and the Black Panther was just my Shuri. 

And I could lose either of them at any time. 

I heard the door to my bedroom open and Honey’s voice ring out, “Corazóne, let’s goooo! We’re meeting the girls at the club and-“ They spot me on the floor. 

“Help. Help,” I gasp out, panicking worse at the realization that I will not be able to pull myself out of this one. 

Honey dives to the ground, reaching me in seconds. 

“Hey,” they say gently, grabbing my face. “I’m here, you’re here. We’re okay, you’re okay.”

“Riri,” I get out. “And Shuri-“

Honey’s fingers run through my hair, eyes glued to me and trying to mask the fear running through their veins. “Riri’s okay. I just talked to her. She and Iris are already downtown, waiting on us. And Shuri’s on a mission.” 

They quickly continue, seeing my eyes grow large with worry. “A peaceful, non-lethal, super easy mission, Riri’s exact words.” I nod and Honey switches their breathing to a guided one that we’ve practiced together. 

I mimic them and though it takes some time, my breathing returns to normal and I’m calmed. 

Honey helps me to my feet. “It’s time for you to see a therapist, Sade.”

I don’t respond, instead following Honey out the door and down the stairs to their usual parking spot. We make it all the way to their white Dodge Charger, Honey’s most prized possession, before I speak. 

“I don’t have time to see a therapist, Hon.”

“Then make time,” they say sternly. “These are getting serious.”

We arrive at the club and as soon as I open my door, preparing to leave the car and this conversation, Honey reaches across me and shuts it back. 

I open my mouth to protest, but Honey speaks first. “I love you, Sade. You’re my best friend and I’m worried. Either you see a therapist, or I tell Shuri and Riri.”

They’re not bluffing; I’ve never seen Honey’s eyes set so harshly. 

“Okay,” I say, defeated. “I’ll make the appointment tomorrow.”

“Promise me,” Honey urges. “I promise.”

Honey nods, contempt with my response and we finally make out way into the club, which is filled to the brim with bodies upon bodies. 

Iris rushes Honey, easily spotting their tall figure among the crowd. I’m struggling to find my Riri until I feel a pair of hands on my ass and a whisper in my ear. “Damn, ma. Gonna let me take you home tonight?” 

I turn to face the jokey girl and roll my eyes. Riri greets me with a kiss. “Come dance with me.”

We head to the crowded dance floor, hand in hand. She’s standing in front of me, moving her body to the beat, and I get a good look at my sexy girl. She’s wearing a top that barely qualifies as such, really just being a bralette of stringed gems and crystals and high-waisted black, leather pants that hug her body in such a way, my mouth waters. 

I join her in gyrating, letting the music control my movements. We bounce along to New Freezer by Rich the Kid and Kendrick Lamar, the whole club swaying like bobbleheads. 

The music slows down and Riri rotates me so my back is pressed to her front, her hands locked in at my hips, guiding them to move to the song just how she likes. We move in sync for several moments when Riri’s breath tickles my ear, “I’m gonna grab us some drinks. Keep dancing, ma. I’ll be right back.”

I allow a breathy “Okay” in response and do as I’m told, my lonesome body just swaying to the lyrics. Seemingly no time has passed before Riri returns, except it's not my Riri. I know that immediately. My head meets this person’s chest, instead of what would be Riri’s lips due to our height. 

I look down at the stranger’s hands snaked around my waist and spot a tattoo that my Riri does not have, I gasp, mentally connecting the tattoo to its owner. Spinning harshly, I see her. In-person. At this club, dancing with me.

“SHURI,” I shriek. She kisses my nose. “Hello, usana.” 

“How?” I ask, unable to form the words to ask a complete sentence. Riri suddenly appears from behind our Queen’s back. “Me, duh.” Shuri rolls her eyes at Riri’s smart remark. “She helped, but it wasn’t her idea to surprise you. It was-“

“Mine, thank you very much.” Honey and Iris appear out of nowhere. My eyes well at Honey’s confession. “I know you’ve been needing them lately. Both of them,” they state sincerely. 

I throw myself at my dear friend, not being anywhere near tall enough for the hug to reach around her neck, but enveloping her abdomen in my arms instead.

When I pull away, Shuri reaches for both mine and Riri’s hands. “Let’s leave, eh? I want to catch up with my girls.”

“Uh, officially, nobody’s anybody’s anything,” Riri rings out, warranting another eye roll from Shuri. “Why must you be so difficult?” She asks. To me, she speaks gently, “Would you like to leave, intombi enntle? We can leave Riri here since she’s not officially anybody’s anything.” Her American accent presented itself in the later part of her sentence, mocking my Riri. 

It earns a laugh from me and I reply, “Let’s go, my Queen.” Shuri groans at the formality just as Riri “Aht, Aht”’s us. “Y’all not leaving me,” and she joins us in walking towards the exit, as I turn and wave goodbye to Honey and Iris. 

Outside, awaiting us is a blacked-out Lexus LS 500 and Shuri beams at it in pride, opening the door for Riri and me. “Where are we going?” I ask as the ride begins. 

“The hotel room I’ll be staying in while I’m here. I’d love for you two to join me.”

“You too good for our dorm rooms?” Riri challenges and Shuri doesn’t hesitate before responding. “Yes,” she answers seriously and I laugh at Riri’s shock at the quick comeback. 

The drive is quick, though it's spent with Riri and Shuri sparring back and forth. When we reach the hotel, Shuri hands the keys over to the valet and we make our way through the lobby and into the glass elevator that seems like it’ll never reach the top. 

When it finally does, we step off and follow Shuri to a large, gold door. She unlocks it and we’re greeted by a large room bigger than my entire suite and Riri’s room put together. There’s a bed so large, it could fit ten Honey’s laid across, head to toe. 

Riri beelines straight for it and flops her body down. “It’s so soft,” she groans. Shuri smiles in return. “There are robes in the bathroom for you to sleep in. Shower and get comfortable, then I have gifts for both of you.”

Riri perks up at the mention of gifts. “What’d you get us?”

“You are so hard-headed,” Shuri sighs and sits, legs spread and arms beckoning me towards her. I stand between her legs, facing her and she wraps her long arms around my waist, looking up at me. “Sade, usana, what did I just say? Riri must’ve not heard.”

I shake my head. “Shower first, Ri. C’mon,” I say, breaking free of Shuri’s hold and pulling my shirt over my head. My breasts bounce free from the constricting fabric and both girls’ eyes are on me. I head to the bathroom and Riri follows obediently. 

“Wait, you two are gonna shower together?” Shuri asks, broken from the hypnosis my body had on her. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Riri teases, closing the door behind us. 

The shower what’s mostly innocent, Riri just stealing a few kisses and gentle touches where she could. We emerge from the steamy room and see Shuri seated on the bed, blazer removed, and black sports bra on display. 

“Come, sit.”

I sit down first, curiosity and excitement getting the best of me. Riri sits behind me and effortlessly pulls my body into her lap. Shuri hands us each a small box that holds some weight. I look at the etching on mine, in awe at the beauty of the symbols.

“They’re kimono beads. I invented them myself,” Shuri speaks proudly. “They’re a better way to keep in contact with me so I can finally get rid of this Bast-forsaken phone..”

“What’s it say,” I ask. Shuri’s smile grows genuine and she responds, “Sade, sithandwa Sam. Sade, my love in my country’s alphabet.”

"What about mine?" Riri questions.

“Riri, umsindo wam. Riri, my fury. Because you fuel a fire and a passion that I’d thought I lost.” Shuri turns back to me. “And you, my love, because you showed me a love that I have never felt and you opened me up to a side of myself that I didn’t know existed.”

Even Riri was silent as we listened to Shuri’s words. The Queen grabs the bracelet and my hand, slipping the beads onto my wrist and kissing my open palm before speaking again. 

“Sithandwa sam, I know I officially still owe you a second date,” she begins. “But my heart can not wait any longer. Will you be mine, my love?” The butterflies that previously fluttered in my stomach were now full-on swarming, 

I  try to speak, but the words are trapped in my throat; all I could do was nod as a big, stupid grin spread across my face. Shuri’s expression matched mine and she turned to Riri. “And you, my fury, ilangatye lam. Will you be mine as well?”

Poor Riri was speechless for the second time that night, maybe the second time in her life. A silent moment passes, and Shuri’s eyes begin to fill with worry until Riri finally speaks. 

“Yeah, yeah. Absolutely,” she chokes out. Shuri’s smile is wider than I’d ever seen, every single pearly white on display. The Queen jumps from the bed, first pounding in the air in excitement. She smiles brightly at us. “You have no idea how stressed I’ve been about doing that.” She practically skips to the bathroom. “I’m going to take my shower, then we can finish our night and rest.”

Shuri shuts the bathroom door, leaving Riri and me in silence. She finally asked, I thought to myself. I was officially dating the Queen of Wakanda, the freaking Black Pan-.

“How long have you been having panic attacks?” Riri interrupts my thoughts. My head whips around to her. “What?”

“C’mon now, baby. It’s your eyes that don’t work, not your ears.” I gulp. “I don’t know what Honey told you, but-,“ I start, but Riri speaks over me again. 

“Honey didn’t have to say shit, baby girl. I’ve known you for how long? I know when something’s wrong and you’re not as slick at hiding them as you think you are.”

Ugh, damned Riri. This was not the conversation to be having right now.

“I’m fine, Ri. They’re just little panic attacks,” I say dismissively. 

“Panic attacks?” Shuri questions, returning to the room and walking to the bed. Shit, I hadn’t heard her leave the bathroom. Her worried eyes survey my body. “You’re having panic attacks, sithandwa?”

“No,” I retort as an angry Riri chimes in “Yes! So bad that Honey found her on the floor today, barely breathing.”

“So you did talk to Honey?”

“I knew about the panic attacks before I spoke to her, Sade.”

I wince, my name sounding foreign coming from Riri’s mouth. 

“Why are you having panic attacks?” Shuri asks, sitting on the other side of me. Between the interrogation and the feelings airing around us, I feel trapped and give them the answer they weren’t expecting. 

“Because of you two,” I cry. 

Silence, finally. 

I continue, hoping to clarify and relieve their faces of the hurt expressions I’d just caused. “Because you two almost died before and you live a life where it can happen again at any moment, and I’m so afraid of when that moment comes.”

Riri hugs my sobbing body from behind, resting her head on the blade of my back. 

“Baby,” she starts. 

“Don’t ‘baby’ your way out of this. You actually fucking died, Riri.”

She ponders my words and Shuri takes it as her turn to speak. She takes ahold of my face, wipes away my tears, and sighs. 

“My love, we will not leave you. In death or in life. You give us a reason to be more careful, and more precise in every battle. Because I’ll be damned if I don’t make it out of a fight alive and miss my chance to come home and see this face.” She plants a kiss on my lips. 

Riri chimes in, “Baby, I didn’t die in Wakanda because I knew I had to get back to you. We got you cheering us on and we got each other to protect. You don’t have to worry about us.”

I sniffle, “I know I don’t have to, but that won't stop me from worrying.”

“I know, my love. I know,” Riri speaks, planting kisses on my back. Shuri gently grabs my wrist and points to the beads adorning it. “These are an extension of my heart. Literally. You can see mine and Riri’s vitals in real-time and we can see each other's, as well as yours. I added it as a precaution. We aren’t leaving you, I promise.”

The night ends with Shuri sleeping soundly to my left and Riri sprawled out wildly to my right. I can’t shut off my mind and have trouble falling asleep. I leave the bed and head to the balcony attached to the room, enjoying the night air. I’ve always loved the night, being more drawn to the darkness and the moon than the sunniest of days. 

The sound of the glass door sliding open pulls me from my thoughts and a tired-looking Riri steps out into the night with me. She pulls me from my seat, takes it for herself, and places me on her lap. 

We sit quietly, feeling the warm summer breeze caress our skin. Riri plays with my fingers, the same way she always did when she was nervous. “What are you thinking about?” I prompt, causing Riri to drop my hand, realizing I picked up on her tell. 

“I’m-,“ she hesitates. “I’m thinking of a cute way to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

I chuckle and turn around in her lap, facing and straddling the girl. “Riri, I’m already your girlfriend,” I state obviously. 

“Did you miss the last few hours? We could wake Shuri up and recreate it,” I flirt. Riri’s usually playful eyes aren’t looking so playful right now. She’s serious. 

“Shuri asked us both, so yeah, we’re her girlfriends, but what about you and me?”

“What about us?” I counter. My Riri sighs and begins to lift me from her lap. “Never mind, Sade.”

I bare my weight down on her legs and grab her face, bringing her eyes to mine. “First of all, stop using my government name. That’s not a habit you bout to pick up.” Riri nods at my words, caught off guard by the intensity.

“Secondly,” I start, holding her face gentler and wrapping her arms around me. “I thought our relationship was implied, Ri. I didn’t know you needed a title on it. Neither of us asked the first time, we just started referring to the other as ‘girlfriend’.” 

She doesn’t speak, doesn’t even look at me. I bring her gaze back up. “Riri Williams, you are my fury. Not a single soul that walks this earth can ignite the anger and passion and drive and love that you bring out of me.

“It’s orgasmic. It’s my natural high. It’s a feeling that I never, ever want to live without again. Can I call you my girlfriend?”

Riri’s cheeks are on fire underneath my palms and the smile on her face is contagious.

“Yes, my love."

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