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aphverse-confessions · 5 months ago
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im begging you guys to stop referring to zane and nana as "zanechan" PLEASE im on my hands and knees please just call them zana
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syogren-heartofcrystal · 2 years ago
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Guy who would respond to a transphobe claiming there's only two sexes with "yeah, the sex I had with your mom and the sex I had with your dad"
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b1nkee · 3 months ago
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this is my zane ro’meave summer fr
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this started out as a redraw but idk if it even counts as one anymore anywayyyy I haven’t even watched challengers I just wanted 2 see zane like this Lawl
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pikopikoheartz · 4 months ago
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mystreet doodles ^u^ the refs are just how i kinda see the characters physical appearance and some of their characteristics
i need to color more i hate coloring
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creeky-cricket · 2 months ago
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THIS IS MY BEST PIECE YET
LOOK AT THEM!!!!
GOD THEY ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE.
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+ ive started commissions!!
https://linktr.ee/CreekyCricker :3
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moonlit-escape · 3 months ago
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Zane, texting KC: babe I'm at the fresh market before work
KC: Good morning get me a peach
Zane: I'll get you the heavens and the earth.
Zane: the stars and the moon.
Zane: but I just left and I'm too lazy to go back
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zastavayugo · 1 month ago
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Zana Nimani for Eureka magazine, 1986.
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cactusnymph · 2 years ago
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[ID: digital drawings of six different Skyjacks characters all drawn from the hips upwards and facing the viewer. From the top left to the bottom right the characters shown are:
Traveler Kwan: Traveler Kwan is tall and lithe, has black skin, thick eyebrows and their black curls pulled back into a big puff. They are dressed in blue robes and are holding a staff with a swirl of water at the top. Their black eyes are surrounded by blue make-up and they’re looking to the right side of the picture.
Hildred: Hildred is short and stocky with tanned skin, short, brown hair shaved into an undercut and a big smile on her face. She has her arms crossed , showing off their various tattoos. Hildred is wearing a yellow vest and black pants.
Margaret: Margaret has brown skin, long, black, curly hair and a black lily tattoo on the side of her neck. She has one eyebrow raised and her mouth is doing the equivalent of the :3 (colon three) emoji. She’s wearing a green overall over a pastel pink blouse that leaves her shoulders uncovered. Margaret has her hands folded in front of her belly.
The Wasp: The Wasp is a broad, brown skinned woman with chin length salt and pepper hair. Her expression is neutral. She’s wearing a yellow headband, one earring in the form of a flower, a golden bee necklace and golden bracelets. She is also wearing a dark grey button up with a honey comb pattern and a white apron with a sunflower on it. She has one hand propped on her hip.
Mimi: Mimi is a lanky white girl with blue eyes, a gap between her front teeth and long, black hair stuffed under a green beret. She is wearing a brown tunic over a white long sleeved shirt and a light blue scarf. Mimi has blue eyes and is grinning as she’s looking towards the left side of the picture.
Zana: Zana is a black teenage girl with her long her braided into cornrows. She’s grinning widely at the viewer and is holding two paper scrolls under her left arm. A compass is dangling from a necklace she’s wearing. She’s wearing a purple dress over a white blouse and a black belt around her waist. The background is white. End ID]
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Top 10 ladies I want to hear from again
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lucindaspartnerrealandtrue · 2 months ago
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Felt fancy, so drew them like this
[Art request by @/aizakkuj on Instagram]
[Art Requests are Open]
(More undercut)
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There's not a lot to say this time LOL just some Zana for the soul. <3
Tagging; @gumbootrambles
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late-to-the-party-81 · 9 months ago
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A mountain to climb
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AN: It might have taken me 8 months to get to it, but here is something that @lauratang asked for last year as part of my Inspire Me event. I’m afraid this turned more angsty than the pure smut I had planned, and isn’t exactly what was requested, but I hope you all still like it. Blame the characters, I just work here. Anyway, without further ado, it’s time to return to Wakanda and see how M’Baku and Sabi are adapting to some significant changes. This is part four of the story so far.
Feel free to send asks about these two.
lauratang asked: So, okay, first idea for your Inspire Me Event ❤️ First, I would to see some M’Baku x reader! That man is just 😫🫠🥺 So how about some brat taming, maybe? Maybe reader has been pushing his buttons all damn day, riling him up by bending over any chance she gets, swaying her hips every time she walks by, and constantly caressing his arms, chest and thighs, but as soon as he tries to reciprocate she leaves? And he just snaps? 😌❤️
Unbeta’d, so sorry for any typos or rogue commas.
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Relationship: M’Baku x Female Journalist Reader (Sabi)
Word Count: 4.3k
CW: Lots of Angst, Insecurity, Childish Behaviour, Teasing, mild D/S, under negotiated kink, spanking, pussy spanking, vaginal sex, crying, fucked unconscious. 
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You were bored. So very bored. 
And restless.
You were sitting in the library in the palace at Birnin Zana, practising your Xhosa by reading through some of the official histories, but you couldn’t seem to concentrate, staring off into the distance every few minutes and sighing loudly.
What you needed was M’Baku. Your king. But at this moment in time, that wasn’t possible.
“I’m sorry, Sabi,” he’d said, as he’d slipped from the bed this morning. “But today is going to be very busy. I’d like nothing more than to stay here all day with you. Kissing you,” he leant over and brushed his lips over yours. You wound your arms, needily around his neck, arching your body up to his. “Touching you. Listening to your sweet cries. But I am King now, and I have many more responsibilities than I had before.”
You understood. You really did. But you missed the routine that you and he had had back on Gorilla Mountain. The warm, dry heat of the Golden City felt strange to you after all your months spent in the snow and ice of Jabari Land. You missed cuddling up to M’Baku under piles of furs as a fire crackled in the background. You missed the tranquillity that life without advanced technology had given you. Coming to the capital for a few days every couple of months was one thing, but living here full time was something else entirely. You felt like all eyes were watching you - the foreigner who warmed the King’s bed. The Jabari had accepted you as one of their own, but you didn’t know if the rest of Wakanda would follow?
You’d pouted anyway, scratching the back of his neck with your nails, and watching him shiver at the sensation as his eyes closed. You’d hooked your leg around his hip and pulled him back onto the bed, back on top of you, and let needy whimpers spill from your lips.
“Sabi…” he’d growled out, warningly, and then it was you who’d shivered. M’Baku didn’t often overtly dominate you, mainly because you’d both break out into a fit of the giggles, but at that moment in time, something about his tone of voice, the way he’d held the tension in his body, caused your heart rate to pick up. “Now is not the time to play the brat.” 
You’d known that he’d meant it. With a huff, you’d released your hold on him and he’d pushed himself up, giving you an indulgent smile as he did so. “Once I have finished I promise I will return as quickly as I can and you will have me all to yourself. We can go out for a walk, or just stay here. Whatever you want, my desert rose.” He’d given you a chaste kiss goodbye and then M’Baku, your lover, had been replaced by M’Baku, King of Wakanda, and you‘d watched him make his way from your suite.
You’d dozed for a bit after he left, dreaming of the way he touched you and worshipped you, and how you did the same to him in return. When you’d woken it had been with his name on your lips and an ache between your thighs that you couldn’t quench on your own. In the end you’d had to settle for sating your physical hunger, indulging in a variety of fruits and yoghurts that had been laid out on a platter for you, before washing and getting dressed.
Surely there must be something you could do to occupy you for the day, you’d wondered, which is how you’d ended up in the grand library. However it was nothing like the smaller, cosier one you were now used to and you found the differences too jarring. You let out another sigh and shut the book in front of you with a snap. 
By all rights you should be thrilled to be here, especially in the privileged position you had. While you had taken a step back from your job, you hadn’t quit altogether, and were perfectly placed to provide the world with insights into this unexpected turn of events. Yes, the death of King T’Challa had been shocking and upsetting, but no-one could have foreseen the subsequent death of Queen Ramona and that Princess Shuri would abdicate her right to the throne.
However, despite the fact that you’d been born and raised a world away, these were now your people and Wakanda was your adopted home. If M’Baku asked you to present something to the rest of the world using your connections, you would, but there was no way you would do anything to impinge on the nation’s privacy by acting on your own. You respected him and the country he led too much to do that.
You were sad though. Sad for the loss of everything that you’d acquired, even if it was quite by accident, after catching the eye of the leader of the Jabari and becoming his lover. A working trip had turned into an extended holiday and had now morphed into something that felt much more permanent. However, the recent changes had made you doubt the foundations of it all. So much about your lives was different now. Yes, M’Baku loved you, and you loved him, but could your meeting of worlds survive this latest upheaval?
Shaking away your maudlin thoughts, you decided you needed to occupy yourself some other way, and what would be better than feasting your eyes upon any glimpse of your lover you could get? Although you knew he was busy, you also knew that most of the meetings and forums he was taking part in were not private ones with the leaders of the other tribes, held behind closed doors. No, today was all about visibility, with the opportunity for the common folk of Wakanda to meet and question their new King. With that in mind, you made your way along the corridors of the palace, familiar enough with it now to only take a few wrong turns, until you got to the viewing gallery that overlooked the great hall. 
You picked your way along the rows of ornate wooden benches far up near the ceiling, until you found a spot away from the few others who’d decided to come all the way up here - most of the viewers were using the lower gallery, where they could get a better look at King M’Baku in all his finery.
However, you didn’t need to be close to know how he looked. You knew the texture of every piece of fur, of every feather, that adorned him. No-one else present but you knew how it felt to caress the soft skin that overlaid his strong muscles. No-one else had ridden one of those thick, wonderful thighs until completion. No-one else had had their inner thighs rubbed almost raw by the burn of his facial hair while pleading for more. You bit your lip as you drifted off into your own daydreams, inhaling sharply through your nose to fill your lungs with more oxygen.
In theory, you were too far away, too insignificant to the proceedings, for M’Baku to spot you, but as you looked down at him, your eyes roaming unabashedly over his form as he held court, his large body owning the throne he sat in, his own eyes darted upwards, capturing your gaze for a few heartbeats before he turned his focus back to the person asking him a question.
He was radiant and with the light shining in through the windows behind him he even seemed other-worldly. You ached to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of him under your fingers, but you’d have to wait.
Instead, you leant forward in your seat, resting your arms along the railing, and continued to let your gaze feast upon him. It was only when his eyes flicked back up at you again, but stopped shy of your face, you realised that the way you were perched pushed your breasts right up to the neckline of your top, almost threatening to spill over. You should behave with more decorum but an imp on your shoulder egged you on. You shifted again, slowly easing your top until it barely covered your nipples. At the same time you put the tip of your thumb in your mouth and took it between your teeth, ready to flash him a coy look the next time he glanced up.
When M’Baku’s eyes went wide, his nostrils flaring at the same time, you felt a flash of satisfaction. You continued to make eyes at him over the next hour, subtly shifting whenever there was a lull in proceedings, so that you almost exposed yourself on a number of occasions. When you saw your King squirm slightly, moving his legs so that the cloth that covered his crotch wasn’t so flush against him, your sense of triumph increased.
When the session came to a close you couldn’t help but tease him with one more thing. As the denizens of the city exited and M’Baku’s advisors rose from their seats to speak to him, you stood from yours. Carefully you climbed the steps that lead to the exit from the upper stalls, but just as you reached the top you ‘tripped’. Your hands went out in front of you, stopping you from actually injuring yourself, but you knew the action had caused the fabric of your skirt to pull tightly across your ass. Standing back up, you dusted off your hands and chanced a brief look over your shoulder. M’Baku was still in conversation, but his eyes were firmly fixed on you. You threw him a smile and made your way out, down the corridors and back to your suite. 
Launching yourself down on the bed, you indulged in further daydreams of how your royal lover would behave once he returned to your shared chambers. Heat spread through your body as your thoughts raced. You didn’t know whether you wanted him to worship you or the other way around. Or what if he just lifted you in his strong arms and fucked you against the wall, his thick thighs doing all the work to make his hips snap up into you? Each thought was as equally delicious as the next, and you ran through them all in your mind as you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
With an exasperated sigh, you turned your head to look at the clock. An hour had passed since the forum session had ended and M’Baku hadn’t returned. Where was he? You pushed yourself back up and looked at the doors to the suite, hoping that just by doing so he would appear.
Nothing.
A scowl appeared on your face and you pursed your lips. What was taking him so long? 
Frustration, both emotional and physical, welled within you and you rose back to your feet. A shower would be a good way to while away some time and, if you were lucky, he might return while you were part way through. Luck, however, wasn’t on your side, and by the time you got out from under the steaming spray - which to your mind couldn’t hold a candle to the hot springs of Gorilla Mountain - you weren’t just frustrated, you were downright cross. You needed M’Baku here with you and he wasn’t. He’d promised, and he’d never broken a promise to you before. You recognised you were being childish, but it still didn’t alleviate the hurt at apparently being forgotten. Once you’d uttered those three words to each other, back in his private room on the mountain, you’d thought this thing between you could work, but there was a vast difference between being the consort of a tribal leader and the consort of a King.
You were so lost in thought, pacing up and down and chewing on the nail of your thumb, that you didn’t notice the door to the suite opening. It was only when it swung closed with a loud thud that you became aware of M’Baku’s return.
You’d been waiting all day for this, but now he was here your thoughts were swirling too much. You were frustrated, your confidence was at rock bottom, and all you could do was blink at him blankly as he stalked towards you, a sly smile on his face
“I see you found a way to keep yourself occupied, my Sabi Star. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
He reached out toward you, aiming to stroke your cheek with the back of his knuckles. His actions snapped you out of your stupor and all your emotions came rushing back in. For the first time ever, you stepped backwards, away from his touch. You were feeling hurt and your pettiness was winning out. You wanted him to be hurt too
“No.”
You ducked around him and moved towards the dresser and your jars of cocoa butter. You let the towel drop from your body, stretched, and then lifted one of your feet onto the stool and proceeded to start moisturising your body. From the corner of your eye you saw M’Baku raise an eyebrow, before he followed in your wake to stand right next to you, his eyes roving over the expanse of your bare skin.
“No?” he questioned, incredulously. “This morning you implored me to stay in bed, despite my duties, then you put on that ridiculous display in the public gallery, which, by the way, had the effect you intended, and you have nothing to say?” He stepped behind you, wrapping his large arms around your waist and nuzzled behind your ear. “Do you know how hard it was to leave you lying in our bed? Do you know how much I wanted to dismiss the forum and take you right there on the throne room floor? I burn for you, Sabi.”
You felt the truth of his statement, nudging up against the back of your thigh, but you were still in a petulant mood, so you slipped from his embrace and began to tidy up the room, making sure to bend over right in front of him as you retrieved your towel.
“Well, that’s too bad. Because I’m not in the mood.”
M’Baku let out a bark of laughter. “My love, you have never been a good liar, but at least try. In all the months we have been together, I have never known you not to be in the mood. Even when your monthly courses come you still wish to touch me, ride my thighs and worship my body.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” you shot back, but you didn’t look at him.
“Sabi, if for one moment I actually believed you I would accept what you’ve said and leave you be, but there is something else going on here. Why are you acting like this?”
All of your feelings started to bubble up. He was being too nice. Too sweet. You wanted his responses to match yours. You wanted some fire. You lifted your head and looked him straight in the eye. “I’m not talking about it, and you can’t make me.”
For a moment M’Baku just looked back at you, his gaze searching yours, but you knew the moment he realised what you were unable to verbalise. His eyes narrowed and darkened and he took a menacing step forward. You sucked in a sharp breath and took an instinctive step back. Fuck! He was so big and looked so dangerous. You felt a tingle start between your thighs.
“Do you really want to test that assumption, Sabi?” His voice, so deep it sent a pleasurable rumble through you in normal circumstances, lowered even further, with a sharp, menacing edge to it.
Your mouth went dry and your eyes darted around the room, searching for escape. However, before you could make a move, M’Baku proved why he was a formidable warrior. He moved faster than you’d think possible given his size, snatched you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You squealed and rained feeble hits down onto his shoulders with your balled fists.
“Let me go!”
A loud crack rang through the air and a sharp pain bloomed across your right buttock. It took you a second to work out what had happened, but then it was like something snapped inside you. You started to kick, shout and wriggle, but it was all in vain. In a moment, he’d sat down on the edge of the bed and manhandled you face down across his lap, his left arm holding you tight to his thighs. 
“If you want to act like a child, be prepared to be treated like one,” he ground out, and with another crack he spanked you again, pulling another shriek from your throat. “Talk to me, love.”
“No!” you shouted back, still trying to twist in his iron grip.
Crack. Crack.
He peppered two smacks in quick succession, landing on the delicate skin at the tops of your thighs.
“Sabi….” he growled out warningly, but you just shook your head.
Pain spread across your ass and thighs as he spanked you, stopping every few smacks to implore you to talk to him, but you couldn’t. You didn’t have the words and your body’s reactions were confusing you, because as he continued, despite the fact that the pain should have increased, it didn’t. Instead you found yourself arching up into the contact. Your legs slowly moved apart, and when the cool air of the room flowed over you, you realised you were wet. This fact didn’t escape M’Baku’s notice either.
“Who’d have thought that this would have been the thing to get you going. But don’t think I’m going to get distracted yet.” With that he brought his heavy hand down again, and spanked you right on your weeping pussy. You yowled, but despite the sharp burn you wanted it again. You wanted his strength, his passion. Craved it. “Tell me what is wrong.” 
Tears were running down your face, your chest heaving, and with a few more smacks the damn broke. You started to sob - loud, ugly noises of raw emotional pain - and in an instant you were turned upright and pulled into your lover’s embrace. Your fingers curled into the furs and leathers of his clothing, their familiar texture and smell surrounding you as he petted your hair and made soothing noises.
“Speak to me please, my love.”
God, you loved him so much, but you couldn’t find the words, so instead you turned your face up and pressed your lips to his. 
“I need you. Don’t let me go,” you whispered against him before putting all of your emotions into your kiss. He returned it with rough ardour, his lips devouring yours, and you turned in his embrace so you could straddle him and press your body closer. The heat between you flared, the pent up energy and emotion from both of you fanning the flames higher.
M’Baku’s hands roamed over your soft, bare skin, stroking and groping, and when he touched your sore ass, the jolts of discomfort went straight to your core, morphing into more heat. Your own hands slid under his clothes, desperately trying to close any remaining distance between you. You rocked against his covered length, whining as it knocked against your clit and your impatience won out.
You slipped a hand between you, pushing up the leather of his skirt and freed him from the soft fabric of his undergarments. M’Baku grunted against your lips as your fingers closed around him, moving with purpose. Your thumb swiped through the precum that was dripping from his tip, smearing it all over, and then you were lifting yourself and angling him towards you. His hands moved to your hips, at first steadying you, but as your body began to engulf him, he used his hold on you to pull you all the way down until you’d taken all of his cock inside you.
He turned his face into your neck, gently worrying the skin of your throat with his teeth as you rocked your hips. Your fingers curled into any part of his own flesh you could find, the need to mark him as yours blazing in your mind like a klaxon. You felt feral. He was yours and you were his and you wanted the whole of Wakanda, the whole of the world to know it. Your movements increased in ferocity as you rose up and plunged back down on him, scratching him with your nails, and it was as though M’Baku knew exactly what you were thinking, as he urged you along.
“Yes, ododo mi. Take what you need. I’m here. I am yours. Mo ni ife re.”
The coarse hairs at the base of his cock brushed back and forth over your clit as you moved and you couldn’t hold back your moans and cries, so close to your peak you could almost touch it. Then, when you didn’t think you could take it any more, M’Baku moved his hand to grasp at your breast and rolled your plump nipple between his finger and thumb.
“Jẹ ki lọ, Sabi. Let go for me.”
You felt yourself shatter into a million pieces, only able to babble his name in between incoherent noises. The world shifted on its axis as M’Baku rolled you both over on the bed, easily manoeuvring you to where he needed you to be, so he could cage you in with his broad arms and continue thrusting firmly into you.
“I love you, my precious desert rose, who blooms in adversity and survives hardship. It is you that I want.”
Tears streamed down your face, your emotions ripped from the depths of you as M’Baku told you with his words and his body how much you meant to him.
“But you don’t need me,” you sobbed, your fears finally able to be spoken aloud.
“Isọkusọ! I will always need you. Always.” His hips snapped and you clung to his biceps. “I may have duties to carry out, and there may be times when I can’t be with you, but that does not change how I feel about you. How important you are to me. Say you believe me, ododo mi. Say it.”
You nodded vigorously, your lower lip clamped tight between your teeth until he thrust into you sharply, causing your mouth to open wide as you sucked in a breath.
“Words, ifemi. I need to hear you say it out loud.” The speed of his movements increased, and started to lose their rhythm and you suddenly found yourself on the cusp of orgasm once more.
“I b-beleive you. Oh gods! “
“What do you believe? Tell me.” It was clear he wouldn’t be satisfied until you did what he asked.
“You n-need me. Y-you love me! Oh! Ọba mi!” You crashed over the edge once more, tumbling in the waves of pleasure and sensation as you held on to your one and only constant, M’Baku. Your lover. Your king.
You were aware that he also reached his peak, his thick cock swelling inside of you, flooding you with the satisfying warmth of his spend, but then everything went black.
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You came to surrounded by warmth and the sound of humming. As you blinked your eyes open you found yourself pulled to M’Baku’s chest, his arms around you as he nuzzled your hair and hummed in your ear. At some point he’d rid himself of his clothes, and your legs were tangled with his amongst the rumpled sheets. When the hair at the tops of his thighs brushed over your ass you winced and turned over in his arms.
He ducked his head down and brushed his nose alongside yours. “Welcome back, Sabi. I don’t believe I’ve ever fucked you unconscious before.” 
You grabbed a pillow from behind you and smacked him over the head as the pair of you chuckled.
“Feeling better now, my love?”
A feeling of embarrassment crashed over you, and you tried to bury your face into his chest, but M’Baku was having none of it, tucking his finger under your chin and preventing you from hiding. 
“I’m sorry,” you uttered, feeling your cheeks heat.
“Nothing to apologise for, Sabi. I might be the King, but that isn’t all I am, and I was so focussed on my new role that I didn’t stop to assure you that nothing would change between us.” He hand moved from your chin to brush over your hair. “That being said, I think that while I have all of these things to organise, that maybe you should go home for a short time. You’d have more company - things to occupy you.”
You cocked your head, considering what he was suggesting. “I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad. It’s not like it would take long to travel between here and Jabari Mountain when we wanted to. I’d miss you terribly, though.”
“And I too, my love, but you misunderstand me. I don’t mean our home together. I mean your home. You have been here for more than a year - surely you must miss your family, and would welcome the opportunity to spend time with them?.”
You looked at him in shock, your jaw dropping and your eyes going wide, not believing what you were hearing.
“You’re sending me away? After what we just did? You said you needed me!”
Had he just been humouring you? Inflating his own ego? 
“I do need you, my love. But it isn’t just about me. I am not the one separated from my country, my culture. I have been selfish about keeping you here, and not giving you the opportunity to make a balanced decision.”
Had you been in a better state of mind, you might have been able to see the sense in what he was proposing, but in your currently fragile emotional state, all you heard was that he thought it would be better if you weren’t here with him. You pushed away from his embrace,  jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking it behind you, ignoring his pleas as you sank to the floor and your tears began anew.
How were you supposed to go on?
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Ododo mi - my flower
Mo ni ife re - I love you
Ọba mi - my king
Jẹ ki lọ - let go
Isọkusọ - nonsense
Ifemi - My love
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aphverse-confessions · 3 months ago
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I might get a lot of hate for this, but personally I can’t really ether behind Zane~Chan. It’s cute, but ever since Dante~Chan in season 2 of MCD, i just personally think that Dante and Kawaii~Chan are OTP goals.
You gotta understand, I absolutely hated Zane for a that he did to characters like Kiki and Jeffory just to name a few.
Just my personal opinion I wanted to share <3
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ao3feed-sambucky · 2 months ago
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can we take it slow (baby you're going too fast)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Rzvqki by Sebfruit “Just for that, the second you’re out of the Thunderbolts we are shaving your face clean.” Bucky frowned and gave Sam his best rendition of pleading eyes. “What? You don't like my post-divorce ‘stache?” Sam pulled his hand away and wiped it on Bucky’s pants, which, rude. “The only one in this relationship who can pull off a goatee is me.”   or, Surprise! Sam's Winter Soldier boyfriend that he hasn't talked to in six months shows up to take him out for a date in Wakanda! Words: 3778, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 14 of Marvel CU Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Minor Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Wakanda (Marvel), Dora Milaje (Marvel), Speculation for Thunderbolts (Marvel Cinematic Universe), a little bit lol, Birnin Zana | Golden City | Capital of Wakanda (Marvel), Established Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Implied Sexual Content, Captain America Sam Wilson, Romantic Fluff, Marvel Samtember 2024, Samtember, Birthday, Surprises, Bucky Barnes Loves Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson Loves Bucky Barnes, author is asexual and you can tell because im a big wimp with saying stuff, Mentioned Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Mentioned Shuri (Marvel), Mentioned Steve Rogers, Mentioned T'Challa (Marvel), i loosely implied steve/t'challa because i can, and i do what i want read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Rzvqki
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b1nkee · 5 months ago
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APHBLR (especially artists) I NEED MUTUALS PLEAAASEE LETS BE FRIENDS!!!!!
If asking doesn't convince you here is literally every single aphmau related piece I've ever done from most recently worked on to oldest
I'm missing a couple of my OLD OLD pieces from when I was actually 11 because I'm on vacation and I can't find a single picture of these drawings but wtv enjoy ig
also half of these are just gonna be sketches AND you guys WILL see these again when they get finished
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we are so back sos sosososososo back, I still need to fit Kim somewhere because she's plot relevant
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diaries interpretations <3 they will slowly be clothed
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they're kissinf <3
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nana drowning
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zane for valentines day (this was not finished anywhere near valentines day)
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diaries gargar before and after survivors guilt + other mcd things
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Levin Zoey and Malachi sending out a message in a bottle after literally everyone disappears. (mother)
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Zoey making those fairy lights
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travis valentines day tile I actually made around valentines day, I can't find the post-fired version anywhere in my camera roll other than in a TikTok I made where I was using It to do pre-calc homework LMFAO
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zane in skeleton onesie
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zanechan watching movies tg except his ass falls asleep.
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they're going shopping.
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The zane piece I made that actually really made digital painting start clicking in my head. Also I was in the TRENCHES for him during this piece I think you can tell
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I long have abandoned this sketch BUTTTT I'm planning a redraw eventually
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Ok so now here we are pre-quarantine by a few years. Had a little rare pair moment. I think travchan has an interesting dynamic in the like 3 moments they interact and if aphmau isn't going to give them a bestie arc IM going to give them a bestie arc
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ok and now this one is like from ages ago ages ago
I have a couple of other drawings (1 of Irene, 1 of like every MCD character to ever) that were so so so silly because I made them back when I was 11 or something wish they were here anyway
lots of other aphmau fan art to come, honestly Im provably going yo be making fan art for these series's until I drop dead
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maeljade · 5 months ago
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tagged by @scionshtola
Challenge: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite
I'll tag @wisismydumpstat, @wingedasarath, @zeloinator and @elizabethrobertajones
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inkandguns · 1 year ago
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neopronouns · 11 months ago
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flag id: a square flag made up of 9 squares, which are divided into 3 rows of 3 and evenly spaced with small near-black dividing lines between them. the squares, from left to right and top to bottom, are very dark brown, dark dull brown, faded brown, light silver, tan, light brown, silver, dark pink-grey, and very dark pink-grey. end id.
image id: a 3 by 3 moodboard. from left to right and top to bottom, the images show the moon and night sky through the branches of a tree with brown leaves; a pocket watch surrounded by small white flowers over the open page of a book; a painting of clouds over mountains done primarily in shades of brown; a close-up on the neck and chest of a person wearing a white dress and holding a silver masquerade mask; a neck-up shot of a barn owl with a white flowering plant in the background; a book with a black cover set partially on top of a book with a white cover, both of which have designs done in gold on their covers, over a dark background; a bouquet of light silver and light brown flowers; a sprig of a plant with white flowers placed diagonally over the open page of a book; and an illustration of a path through a dark forest. at the bottom of the moodboard are the words 'moodboard by zana on th, atelas on instagram'. end id.
banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.
flag | moodboard
mulvibrownature: a gender that can only be described through the aesthetic moodboard above
[pt: mulvibrownatue: a gender that can only be described through the aesthetic moodboard above. end pt]
for @magnificentsweetscheesecake! colors are taken from the moodboard and the term is 'mulvi' from 'mulviboard', 'brown', + 'nature'!
tags: @radiomogai | dni link
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