#zuri james

[freshthoughts2020]

[beckydenimjean]

@beckydenimjean

[panthershuri]

reminder that the mission n’jobu was killed while planning was breaking eriks mom out of prison

[peapod20001]

I will continue making my most ridiculous ocs the “sexy” ones and the hot ones stupid silly and you canNOT stop me <3

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

YEAH I SHOWED UP AT YOUR PARTY WILL U HAVE ME WILL YOU LOVE ME WILL U KISS ME ON THE POARCH IN FRONT OF ALL YOUR STUPID FRIENDS IF YOU KISS ME WILL IT BE JUST LIKE I DREAMED IT WILL IT PATCH YOUR BROKEN WINGS IM ONLY SEVENTEEN I DONT KNOW ANYTHING BUT I KNOW I MISS UUUUU *DUN DUN* STANDING IN YOUR CARDIGAN *DUN DUN* KISSING IN MY CAR AGAIN *DUN DUN* STOPPED AT A STREETLIGHT YOU KNOW I MISS UUUUU *DUN DUN*

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jonathan Sims, The Archivist, teaches a year 13 elective class on Paranormal Sciences, because the school board took one look at his resume, saw The Magnus Institute listed as a previous workplace, and went 'we have a better idea' for his History teacher application. His first batch of students are not what he expected in the slightest, featuring: Kyōryokuna ‘Ko’ James, the Collector; Dian Cooper, hypersomniac goth; Christopher 'Kit' Wilson, tired barista; Alex Pierce, amateur paranormal investigator; Zuri Jelani, local sceptic; and Duke Murdock, Slaughter avatar in the making. There are also mugs. A lot of mugs.

Author: @surrealsupernaturalist

[avengerscompound]

The Recruit - 33. Wanda

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2229

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

33. Wanda

Wanda sat in the back of the jet with the trainees completely on edge.  Chaos magic was crackling just under her skin, making her feel like an exposed wire.  She had known there was something wrong with Steve since they’d come back from the mission.  Everyone did, but his thought patterns had been altered.  Almost like there was something in him changing who he was.  Everyone was calling it PTSD and said he was working on it, so she just let herself believe that was all it was, because what else could it be?

She felt guilty now because whatever was going on with Steve was much bigger than simply PTSD and she’d allowed people to dismiss her when she’d tried to warn them.  Now she was on the way to try to find him with Clint and a bunch of unseasoned rookies and the recruit that had initiated this off-book rescue mission was the one in a relationship with six of her teammates, including Clint.

She felt awkward and antsy and ready to fight.

There was movement at the front of the jet and you stepped out.  She could feel the nervousness radiating off you like you were sending sparks out at the group.

All the trainees looked over at you like you had two heads.  Wanda supposed that made sense, here you were getting special access to Avengers things.  They had to have all kinds of theories as to what was going on.

“What’s going on?” Zuri asked.

You took a seat and let out a breath, looking over at Wanda.  All she could think to do was nod, she hoped it was reassuring.  This had nothing to do with her, but she wanted to make sure you didn’t feel alone.

“So when we find Steve, things are going to get kind of emotional,” she said.  “There’s - things - that people haven’t wanted to become public, and I don’t want you all the be blindsided.  I’ve been lying to you.”

“You are a spy!” Qadira yelped.

“No she’s not,” Zuri said.  “She’s dating Steve Rogers.”

Wanda had to keep her face set, but she nearly started laughing.  Zuri was so close to the real answer, but she’d just missed it.

“It explains so much,” Zuri continued.  “Why she couldn’t tell us.  Why he lost his shit on the last mission.”

“No way,” Jackie said.  “Cap is dating Agent Carter. I’m sure of it.”

You clicked your tongue.  “Do you want the actual answers?” you asked.

“Right,” Zuri said. “Continue.”

“Well, you were both right,” you said.  “And not quite right.  I told you I was seeing a few people.  Well, I’ve joined a polycule.  That group contains, Steve, Agent Carter, Clint -” you gestured over your shoulder with your thumb - “Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and James Barnes.”

“What.  The.  Fuck?” Anderson hissed.  “Are you serious?”

“Yes. I can’t go into any details.  I signed an NDA when I first even agreed to this.  But I hope you can understand why I was lying to you, and why this has to stay a secret.  I hate that it’s a secret.  I have wanted to talk to you all about it for a long time.  And in case you were wondering, my recruitment and the dating were two separate things.  Tony Stark recruited me just the way I said, not knowing that I’d been on a date with Sam Wilson and that the same night Sam had asked if I wanted to join their polycule.  The only thing they have in common is that the reason I was out the front of the building to be able to save Tony’s life was that I’d just been upstairs having dinner with Sam as he explained to me his unique relationship.” 

“No one thinks you’re here because of nepotism,” Jackie assured you.

“Yeah,” Qadira added.  “You’re one of the best of us.”

The smile on your face was a mixture of genuine flattery and relief.  Wanda could feel how happy it made you that your friends had your back like this.  She was proud of them too.  It just went to show how good the recruitment process was.  Not only did they have a group of people who were tops in their fields, but they were good people.  The perfect people to have on call to help protect the world.

“Thank you,” you said.  “Well, I mostly just wanted you to know because, for Clint and me, and any of the others who manage to get to him in time, it’s not about trying to stop Captain America.  It’s trying to appeal to a man we love who’s got something really wrong with him.  It might get emotional.”

“Don’t worry,” Jordan said.  “We’ve got your back.  And no one’s gonna spill to the press after all the dust settles.”

You returned to the front of the plane and the other trainees started whispering with each other.  It was mostly shocked murmurings.  No one was saying anything negative or worrying, so Wanda just let them be.  It was big news - she still sometimes talked to the other Avengers about the group.

About forty minutes into the flight Tony and Rhodey caught up to them, and they stayed in formation with the jet.  It was a little over an hour when Clint started to bring the jet down closer to ground level.  He was skimming the treetops along an old state highway when there was a screeching sound on the left side of the plane and an explosion that rocked the whole cabin.

“What was that?” Wanda yelled.

“He threw his shield at us!” Clint called back.  “Brace yourselves, we’re going down.”

“Jackie,” Wanda said as she stood.  “Help me steady the plane.”

Wanda flicked her wrists and the pink cloud of chaos magic spread out from her hands and surrounded the plane.  Jackie began to chant and a deep purple cloud joined Wanda’s pink and the two witches began to help bring the jet down safely.

It was still a bumpy landing, and the jet skidded into the forest, felling trees and sending wildlife scattering.

“Is everyone alright back there?” Clint called.

“Yeah,” Jordan replied.  “Let us out before we lose him!”

The back of the jet opened and the whole group got up, grabbing weapons and hurrying down the ramp.  “Distract, do not engage,” Clint called to the group as they ran.  None of you are bulletproof, and he’s not going to miss if he throws that shield at you.  Communicate through Wanda.  Focus.  We can’t have any of you getting overwhelmed.”

When Wanda reached Steve, he was locked in battle with Tony and Rhodey, throwing his shield at Rhodey as he rolled out of the way of a blast sent at him from Tony.  He looked wrong.  He was wearing his uniform, but it seemed to be covered in thick, black tar. It clung to it and changed it, making it smoother in some places and sharper in others.  Threaded through the black was a webbing of green.  It looked almost like veins, but at this chest, overlaying the star, it formed the H.Y.D.R.A. skull and tentacles.

That was not as disturbing as Steve’s eyes.  They were pitch black.  Not just the irises, but all of it.  It was like someone had colored them in with a Sharpie.  Wanda had been right all along; there was something in him.

The sounds of jets filled the air and Sam and Vision came flying in, landing amongst the group of trainees.  Steve called his shield back.  It flew through the air and he caught it, clicking it back in place on his arm as he surveyed the group with cold, dark eyes.

“Hey, Steve,” Sam said.  “How about you put the shield down.”

“Steve doesn’t exist anymore,” Steve replied.  “There is only H.Y.D.R.A.”

Some of the others ran in surrounding Steve where he stood in the middle of the road.  No one made a move, Wanda looked ever at Jackie. ‘There’s something in him,’ she sent.  ‘We need to get it out.’

“Steve,” you said.  “That’s not who you are.”

“I don’t answer to that anymore,” he spat.  “I suggest you all back-off.”

“Come on, Steve,” Bucky said, walking in through the group.  “You can shake this off, pal.”

Steve pulled a knife out of his belt and threw it, it landed just shy of Bucky’s feet, stopping him where he stood.  As soon as Steve let the blade go, Clint loosed an arrow at him.  Steve snatched it out of the air and whipped it back at Clint and it embedded into his thigh.

“Those two are free,” Steve snarled. “The next will be deadly.  Let us go.”

“Steve,” Sharon said.  “You’re just going to let this happen?  You’re just going to let this thing kill everyone you love?”

He flinched and snarled again, baring his teeth. “There is no Steve!”

Wanda and Jackie began to use their magic trying to pry whatever this was out of Steve.  It was thick and dark and it felt like it burned back through her as she touched on it.  Steve was in there, she could feel him, scared and trapped, but whatever this was felt like it was fused to his very cells.

Steve spun around, focusing on Wanda and he threw the shield at her.  Tony blasted it out of the air and it went flying in the opposite direction.  The heat of the blast made the thing that was clinging to Steve flinch and for just a moment, Steve took control.

“Please,” he begged in a quiet voice.  “I’m trying to hold it back.  Run.  Leave me.”

And then he was gone again.

“It’s scared of fire!” Jackie called.

“Keep encouraging him,” Wanda added.  “He’s in there.  He can help us fight it.”

“You’re better than this, Steve,” you said. “Please fight it.  You don’t want him to kill us.” 

“You don’t even know what you're talking about, little girl,” Steve snarled.

Clint loosed three flaming arrows at once and they landed on three sides of him.  He darted back and Clint did it again, and again, while Tony, Vision, and Rhodey took off and set the ground around him on fire, until he was circled in flame.  The thing let out an ear-splitting screech and rippled on its suit.  Steve seemed to grab hold of it and started tearing it away from him, but it seemed useless, like tearing liquid, as he pulled it away it just spread out and clung to him again.

“Double down, Jackie,” Wanda called.

The two women began to work together, grabbing the black gunk and pulling it toward the fire.

“Come on Captain,” Collins called out.  “You’re one of my biggest idols. Don’t let H.Y.D.R.A. beat you now.”

“Yeah, Cap,” Zuri yelled.  “That would be really embarrassing.”

The other recruits all start yelling out their encouragement, telling him what they meant to him and how they believed in him.  It seemed to be working but not enough.

“Come on, Cap,” Tony called out.  “Who’s going to make me look good if you’re not around?”

“You once said to me that the only thing that mattered was who I was on the inside.  That’s what matters now, Cap.  Who you are.  You would never let H.Y.D.R.A win,” Bruce called out.

“Yes!” Wanda called as she pulled more of the black goo from him. “Get personal.”

Sharon moved in closer to the flames.  “Steve, honey,” she said. “Come on neighbor.  We have a laundry date, remember?” 

Natasha jogged up beside her.  “Yeah, Steve.  You’re my favorite fossil, and I have a lot more dates to set up for you.”

Steve cried out and threw some of the goop into the flame, it screamed and caught fire, turning to ash almost at once.

Sam moved in. “On your left, Steve.  You can do this.  We can go home and I’ll make you breakfast.”

Clint jumped down from the tree.  “Time to suit up, Steve.”

“‘Til the end of the line, Punk,” Bucky said, stepping up to the others and taking Sharon’s hand.  They all linked hands and you moved in with them, taking both Sam and Natasha’s hand too.

“We all love you, Steve.  Please come back to us,” you said.

He let out an almighty roar and pulled hard on the black goo.  Wanda and Jackie grabbed hold of it and pulled with him and it let go.  The two women surrounded it with their powers and dropped it down into the fire.  It screamed as it burned but they held it down so it couldn’t escape.

When the last of it was burned away, Tony and Rhodey extinguished the flames, and Steve’s group of lovers ran in.

Steve collapsed onto the ground and curled into a ball, and Sam crouched down to hold him.  

“You okay, baby?” Sharon asked.

He looked up, trembling. “That was fucking exhausting,” he whispered.

Everyone looked at Wanda and she scanned Steve.  There was no more sign of the thing in him.  It was just Steve. Tired and in pain.  But all him.  She nodded to them.

“Language, Steve,” Natasha teased.

He let out a soft laugh and nuzzled into Sam.  “Can we please go home?”

// NEXT

[dear-indies]

Do you have any dark skinned fcs you’d like to see gif packs of? I’m very faceblind and not as up on media as I should be but I’m practicing my work and would love to help those resources

Lori Tan Chinn (1948) Hoisan Chinese.

Nandita Das (1969) Indian.

Sendhil Ramamurthy (1974) Indian.

Grace Park (1974) Korean.

Nawazuddin Siddiqui (1974) Indian.

Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro Tobagonian - is trans.

Trevor Jamieson (1975) Pitjantjatjara / Kukatja, Noongar.

Florence Kasumba (1976) Ugandan.

Sterling K. Brown (1976) African-American.

Danai Gurira (1978) Shona Zimbabwean.

Konkona Sen Sharma (1979) Indian.

Nonso Anozie (1979) Nigerian.

Tannishtha Chatterjee (1980) Indian.

Yetide Badaki (1981) Nigerian - is bisexual.

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Mexican Luo Kenyan.

Gabourey Sidibe (1983) Senegalese / African-American.

John David Washington (1984) African-American.

T'Nia Miller (1985) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Radhika Apte (1985) Indian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.

Chai Fonacier (1986) Bisaya Filipino - has spoken up for Palestine!

Susan Wokoma (1987) Nigerian - has spoken up for Palestine also has donated to an auction for Cinema4Gaza!

Lashana Lynch (1987) Afro Jamaican.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ritesh Rajan (1988) Indian.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Daniel Kaluuya (1989) Ugandan.

Andrea Bang (1989) Korean.

Lolly Adefope (1990) Yoruba Nigerian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Stephanie Hsu (1990) Taiwanese.

Varun Saranga (1990) Indian.

Shaunette Renée Wilson (1990) Afro Guyanese.

Antoinette Robertson (1990) Afro Jamaican.

Paapa Essiedu (1990) Ghanaian - has spoken up for Palestine and donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza!

Nyma Tang (1991) Sudanese.

Denée Benton (1991) African-American - has spoken up for Palestine!

Shamier Anderson (1991) Afro Jamaican.

Sheila Atim (1991) Ugandan.

Melinda Shankar (1992) Indo-Guyanese.

Clarence Ryan (1992) Unspecified Aboriginal Australian.

Haiesha Mistry (1993) Gujarati.

Kim Adis (1993) Bisaya Filipino.

Stephan James (1993) Afro Jamaican.

Nicole Kang (1993) Korean.

Baykali Ganambarr (1994) Yolngu.

Kofi Siriboe (1994) Ghanaian.

Simone Ashley (1995) Tamil Indian.

Mouna Traoré (1995) Afro Haitian and Malian.

Duckie Thot (1995) South Sudanese.

Brandon Soo Hoo (1995) Chinese - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ashton Sanders (1995) African-American.

Zuri Reed (1996) African-American.

Micheal Ward (1997) Afro Jamaican - has spoken up for Palestine!

Magnolia Maymuru (1997) Yolngu.

Jasmeet Baduwalia (1998) Indian.

Lovie Simone (1998) Ghanaian / African-American.

Olly Sholotan (1998) Nigerian

Hope Ikpoku Jnr (2001) Black British - has spoken up for Palestine!

Gerrard Lobo (?) Indian.

Jacob Junior Nayinggul (?) Yolngu.

Natassia Gorey-Furber (?) Central Arrente.

Jimi Bani (?) Wadagadum Torres Strait Islander.

Sasha Morfaw (?) Cameroonian.

Karim Diane (?) Mandingo.

Hey anon! I wouldn't consider these all to be dark-skinned but they're definitely considered dark in their respected industries. Please send in any suggestions and I can add them!

[studyzu]

my studyblr intro!

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

⋆ ★ about me

✦ my name is zuri, i’m 16

✦ any pronouns

✦ british, living in the south of england

✦ interests: video games (fnaf, minecraft, phas), marvel (loki for life), music, dogs + sharks !!

⋆ ★ my study life

• grammar school -> now homeschooler

• currently in year 11

• studying for gcses: psychology, sociology, biology, english language + literature, further maths

• chosen a levels: psych, socio, bio, maths

• academic dream: study psych at york university

• long-term goal: becoming a psychotherapist!

⋆ ★ my goals

personal:

spend time with loved ones regularly

daily yoga/meditation

remember to listen to my body

work on my mental health

make new friends!

academic:

grade 6+ in language and literature

grade 7+ in psych, socio, bio

focus on essay writing skills

work through further maths this year

continue learning spanish

vary study methods

keep on top of flashcards + assignments

⋆ ★ other stuff

✦ i am kinda struggling with keeping motivated, so i’ve come to studyblr to try and work on that!

✦ reading books is so fun but hyping myself up to read a book is not fun

✦ i’m autistic + chronically ill so there always seems to be obstacles when trying to sit down and just study, therefore if i don’t look like one of those A* top grade students and don’t manage to post every day then burnout/flareups may be why 😭

✦ i have 2 adorable lil doggos who i love very much

✦ my fav music artists/bands are: taylor swift, harry styles (+1D), james marriott + good kid!

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

i think that is all for now! thank you very much for reading and i wish you luck with your studies, friend! <3

[torukamacktoyu]

Recom Headcanons 4

Brown and Prager

Quaritch & Lyle • Zdinarsik & Walker • Ja & Lopez

Brown

Full Name: Alex Rafael Torres Brown

He/Him

Goes by Rafael or Raf.

Ecuadorian.

Best friend is Prager.

Keeps fucking up his back because he always forgets to lift with his knees.

A bit of a scaredy cat when he finds something gross. Mainly bugs with many legs and stuff that oozes.

First language is Spanish.

Tries to help when Lopez forgets what a word is in english, but struggles because Ecuadorian spanish is not the same as Mexican spanish. 

Tactile, takes it out on Prager because he knows that he doesn't mind.

Really likes dancing and is pretty good at it, but can only dance like dollar bills are being thrown.

Absolutely Loves getting his head scratched.

He and Prager accidentally made a secret handshake, as their greeting dap up just kept getting more and more convoluted.

Can play the guitar. 

An okay singer, but can never remember the full lyrics.

Would name his Ikran Dulzura(f), because she's a sweetie.

Dulzura, or Zuri as the Deja Blu nicknamed her, is absolutely a sweetie… for Brown. For everyone else she's a jealous, picky, bitey, hissing brat, that demands everyone stays at least two wing spans away from her and gets especially upset if another Ikran gets too close to Brown. 

Prager

Full Name: James Prager

He/Him

Goes by Jamie.

American.

Best friend is Brown

Likes asking absurd questions, weird hypotheticals, and impossible would you rathers. 

Does Yoga, regularly drags Ja into doing it with him. The other Recoms don't make fun of it, cause they got hassled into doing a routine with him one time and he absolutely kicked their asses.

Was very displeased with how stiff he was straight out of the Amino-tank. Being curled up in the foetal position while your muscles are artificially stimulated for muscle tone doesn't leave one feeling the most lithe or limber, who woulda guessed.

Amazing singer, doesn't often sing.

Was the eldest brother of eight and was very surprised by how directly the ability to corral rowdy kids translated to keeping tabs on his Squad and stopping them from burning their base down.

If it's nothing official and they're not on a mission, Quaritch has always told the squad that Prager is in charge when he leaves. The squad never fails to find Wainfleet's following pouting-session hilarious.

Knows how to massage, frequently massages Brown into a purring puddle.

Neutrally tactile. Only actively seeks it sometimes, but never turns away or rejects anyone else that comes to him for cuddles, friendly, reassuring, or comfortable touch.

Named his Ikran Nova(f)

Babies the heck out of Nova. Scritches and praise are available 24/7 for 'the most perfect Ikran in the galaxy'. Would also like to baby the other Recom's Ikrans, but not all of them enjoy it.

Really likes animals and animals really like him. Would pet a Palulukan, 70% chance the Palulukan would let him.

[paisholotus]

Inye

Narrative

Queen Stella arrived with King T'chaka to see his brother N'Jobu. When they get to the door, Stella and T'chaka wait behind while Dora Milaje knocks on the door. Stella looked at T'chaka as he put his helmet on. "Yuh, seen his son? him so cute." Stella gushed. T'chaka scoffed and ignored her. Stella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Muss you be a ass about everything? That is your nephew." 

 

A man opens the door, and the Dora Milaje walk in slowly with their spears. They ask N'Jobu who he is, and he tells them he's the prince by showing his tattoo on his bottom lip. The Milaje hit their spears on the ground three times, letting us know it was okay to enter.

 

They walk into the apartment, and N'Jobu kneels at the sight of us. "My King. Queen Stella, it's a pleasure seeing you again." He says to her: She smiled at him, and T'chaka rolled his eyes and smiled, walking towards his brother.

 

"Leave us." He tells the boy in the corner. N'Jobu tells them that the boy's name is James, and he is very trustworthy to stay. T'chaka and N'Jobu hug, and they talk about how he's been, saying he looks strong. T'chaka then tells his brother that he ran into a problem when this man named Klaue stole a ton of vibranium and bombed the border.

 

T'chaka looked hard at his brother and said it was an inside job. He continues to stare at him, like he's giving him a chance to answer. N'Jobu looks at him, confused as to why his brother is looking at him like that. "Why are you here?" He asked T'chaka. The king walks to his brother, and his face turns angry. "I want to know why you betrayed Wakanda!" He yelled at N'Jobu.

 

N'Jobu got defensive and said he did no such thing. Stella walked forward a little because she could tell this was going to turn messy. T'chaka turned to James and told him to tell N'Jobu who he really was: Zuri, son of Badu.

 

N'Jobu looked furious, and he grabbed Zuri, starting to yell at him that he had betrayed him and trusted him. Just to find out he was a Wakandan spy this whole time.

 

T'chaka begins to tell N'Jobu that he has to return to Wakanda to face his crimes, and N'Jobu refuses.

 

As the two argue, Stella walks towards the window and sees two boys playing basketball, and Stella recognizes one of them to be N'Jadaka. She rushes from the window and tries to get between them. "Wi can't duh dis here. Tink of da boi. Even though N'Jobu did something that was wrong, he did it for his family."

 

T'chaka pushed Stella back, and she glared at him. "This has nothing to do with you. But with him, he betrayed his home! Therefore, there must be consequences!" Stella got angry and walked closer again. "FI GUD REASON! Yes, it was wrong, but he had no choice."

 

She yelled at him. They go back and forth, the argument getting more heated by the second. T'chaka has enough and takes his claws and stabs, killing N'Jobu. Stella screeched out, catching N'Jobu's body and cradling his head as tears formed in her eyes. She looks up at T'chaka, mortified, and says, "Yuh, kill your own bredda." She said, tears streaming down her face.

 

T'chaka bends down and grabs Stella by the throat, and as she grips his hand, he gives her the most menacing look he could muster. "You speak of this to anybody; it shall be you with panther claws in your chest!" She glared at him and grabbed at his suit, causing Dora Milaje to walk closer. "It nuh mi yuh should be worried about, but wah wi happen wen Bast comes fi yuh," she said. He backed away and went to leave.

 

"What about the boy? My king." Zuri asked T'chaka. He looked at him, then at Stella, and turned back to the door. "Leave him. He's not my concern." Stella stared at the empty space the king stood in, and her heart dropped. Zuri gave her a sympathetic look and walked out with Dora Milaje.

 

Stella was speechless and swallowed, a sob forming in her throat. She looked down at the now-dead prince in her lap, who had now turned cold. She brings her head down and kisses his forehead. Her heart picked up when she heard little N'Jadaka yell for his daddy, running up the steps. She quickly raises her hand over N'Jobu's body, turning it into air. Her heart aches as he completely disappears.

 

Little N'Jadaka runs into the apartment with a big smile on his face, but his smile fades as he sees Stella on the floor with tear-stained cheeks. "Who are you? Where's my daddy?" He asked her, frowning. Stella gets up and walks carefully to N'Jadaka; her mind is racing. How do you tell a child that their only parent left was killed and she couldn't do anything about it?

 

"My name is Stella, and Mi and Yuh Baba are great friends." He smiled at her, but it fell again. "Are you from Wakanda? Where's my dad?" Stella tried to stay strong in front of the young boy, but she's never done anything like this before; this was probably the hardest thing she's ever had to do.

 

"No mi nuh from Wakanda." She lightly chuckled. "But I've been to Wakanda plenty of times; you, baba, went to Wakanda for an emergency." He looked upset and looked at the ground, then back at Stella with teary eyes. "He left me?" His voice cracked. Stella's heart broke into more pieces when he said that this was going to be harder than she thought. "No, he will be back in a couple days. But till den him tell mi tuh luk afta yuh ave. Yuh, have you been to Jamaica?" She asked, giving him a big smile.

 

He gave a tiny smile back and shook his head. "Well, guess wah mi Queen of a place inna Jamaica called Sun City, an yuh baba ave been plenty of times. suh yuh can truss mi, mi wud neva hurt yuh. Ok?" She said that, giving him a reassuring smile. Sticking out her hand, gesturing for him to grab her hand. He looked at her, hesitant. "How come he's never mentioned you?" He looked at her quizzically.

 

"Well, because I am a Queen. And Queens are buzy. But this time I had time to come visit you. But yuh daadie had urgently lef to Wakanda, but like mi seh, he'll be back in a couple days. But yuh baba talk about yuh alla di time; he even showed me pictures." She said this, crouching in front of him. "Ya, believe me now?" He still looked hesitant, but he let her grab his hand. "I promised yuh Baba, I would look after yuh. And I promise nothing will happen to yuh." She gave him a sincere smile. He smiled back at her and nodded.

 

She stood up and told him to go get his things. He went and packed some clothes and other things he wanted to bring. She took some of his bags and asked if she could pick him up. He slowly nodded, and she picked him up and kissed the side of his head.

 

It caused him to smile a little; he probably hasn't felt motherly affection since his mother was in jail. On their way outside, a black Cadillac Escalade came into view, with guards standing on the outside. While N'Jadaka was packing, she called her husband and told him to send a car her way. N'Jadaka hid in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her. She whispered to him that it'd be okay and that he was safe. Getting into the car, she told him to lay his head on her lap and go to sleep, saying that she'd wake him up when they got to the airport.

 

He protested that he wasn't sleepy, but his eyes suddenly got heavy, and he lay on her shoulder. She laid his head on her lap as they rode to the airport. She didn't realize she was crying until she wiped them away. Today had to be the most heartbreaking day she'd ever been through, and she's had plenty. But she's going to make N'Jobu promise to take care of his son and make sure N'Jadaka sees his mother again. But most importantly, she was going to make sure N'Jadaka made it to Wakanda, whether T'chaka liked it or not.

Alfre Woodard as Stella Williams

[zuuriell]

Introduction ˚⋆｡˚ ❀

hi everyone! my name is zuri and welcome to my blog!! here i’m going to share pretty random things to be honest, i’ll list a few below:

About my blog:

Random thoughts - it’ll probably end up being mostly these if i’m honest, i can’t stop talking sometimes no matter what the subject is about 😭

Shifting/Spiritual Stuff - i’d like to think i’m a pretty spiritual person; i’m into witchcraft (specifically crystals), runes + tarot, and i’m also a shifter! (i’ll write more later about my personal stuff with that, and be aware i’ll likely talk about it on multiple occasions)

Spreading Awareness! - i’m hoping for this to be one of the things i talk frequently about. i’ll likely speak a lot on disabilities, mental health, lgbtqia+ & women’s rights as those are what i have personal experience with, but it’s not a limited list! i will try my best to use this platform to advocate for people in any ways i can, so know i’ve got your back, friend <3

Also: just wanna note that my blog is here for everyone! other than the icky ppl listed in the DNI criteria below, you are welcome to be yourselves here, no judgement 🫶

DNI List:

1) NSFW/Kink Accounts:

-> I’m a minor & I want my blog to be an SFW safe space for everyone, so please do not interact or bring your content anywhere near mine

2) Antis (e.g. agere antis, shifting antis, etc.)

-> You don’t have to partake in it to approve of it, and again this is supposed to be a safe space for everyone, so haters should stay away pls and ty <3

3) Anti-LGBTQ+, Racists, Ableists, etc:

-> Pretty self-explanatory to be honest. I do not want these types of people interacting with me or my blog, respectfully please go away 🤗

About me:

i’m a 16 year old kid from england, also a november sagittarius

currently i am studying for my GCSEs! i am taking biology, english lang+lit, psychology and sociology! i am homeschooled too <3

i’m genderfluid + bisexual! my pronouns do change from day to day and i appreciate people who ask for my pronouns at the time, but if you don’t feel like doing that then they/them is fine :)

i have the best boyfriend ever! he’s so cool and he also has his own blog - @agere-tomndavid-imagines everyone should totally go check it out!! :D

i’m a shifter - i haven’t shifted yet but i’ve been attempting on and off for the last couple of years. my main dr is in the marvel cinematic universe!

i’m also an age regressor - this isn’t going to be an agere-specific blog, but i may talk about it here n there so just be aware of that (also if you are a regressor, pls be aware that i may swear in my posts! other than that though, this blog is SFW ^^)

i’m autistic and my special interests are: marvel (specifically loki ), sharks, fnaf and psychology

music is my life - my fav artists are: harry styles, taylor swift, james marriott & good kid

Additional note: i am disabled so please be aware and be patient with me! i’ve got POTS, PCOS & suspected hEDS - i know it looks like i just splurted out half the alphabet so if anyone wants me to explain these i am happy to do so LOL - and my healthcare isn’t the greatest either so i’m often having flareups, therefore if this blog isn’t the most consistent i apologise but i will still try my best :) ❤️

if anyone wants to message me, feel free- im always happy to meet new people!

have an awesome day/night, take care of yourself, and i hope to see you around! <33

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[satashiiwrites]

Scintillation, Chapter 3

First of the month, time to update some fics since NaNo has ended…

Title: Scintillation, Chapter 3

Fandom: MCU

Pairings: Tony Stark/James “Bucky” Barnes, Erik Killmonger/T’Challa, one-sided Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

Fic summary:

Everything changed for Tony Stark in a cave in Afghanistan.  For years he’s been dealing with the fallout of the shrapnel imbedded in his chest—both physical and mental—in his own ways. He’s got an arc reactor in his chest and demons that stalk him in his mind as he becomes Iron Man and eventually an accepted part of the Avengers during the attack on New York City.

All he has to do is keep giving people what they want.  That’s the lesson learned. 

Die, resurrect, live as much as you can. Wash, rinse, repeat.  He thought he’d known why he was the way he was… but he and everyone else missed one tiny little detail caused by his repetitive brushes with death. 

Or, a guide coming online as he almost dies yet again at the hand of a friend shatters the controls put upon the Winter Soldier and sends Sentinel James Buchanan Barnes fully online and into a feral rage in the middle of Siberia. 

Steve’s lucky T’Challa’s there to rescue him from his best friend gone feral. 

Tags/warnings: MCU canon levels of violence. Howard Stark’s A++parenting, panic attacks, PTSD, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, will eventually have bonding sex (and other explicit sex acts for enjoyment—no rape), issues of consent with Sentinel bonding with a guide to save their life, Sentinel/Guides are known, spirit animals, Discussions of racism (T’Challa, Erik and Tony have some talking to do), interrelationship and partner violence mentioned, Discussion of child neglect (Tony and Erik) and poverty (Erik, Steve, Bucky), Not Kind to Steve Rogers (eventually he gets better), other tags to be added later—will warn at top of chapter if not listed here although I feel like Erik is his own kind of warning. 

T'Challa wakes before Erik. He exhausted his sentinel last night, pushing them both to the point where there hadn't been any residual resistance in their bond, which hums strongly between them.  

That lingering resistance had been maddening. A constant tug and irritation that he didn't have his sentinel fully because they'd been interrupted before they could complete the bond like they had last night. 

He shouldn't have listened to his mother or Zuri for so long—he'd hurt his sentinel with his reticence. The one thing an orphan from California hadn't needed from his true-match guide was hesitation because he wasn't one of them. 

Read chapter 3 here on AO3

[mickimomo]

In Another Life

AU where Oni and Killmonger are siblings instead of enemies

Imagine how giddy I felt when I saw an image of KiKi and Michael. I just knew that I had to write this after that. 🥹 (source: just jared)

So, in this AU, Zuri adopts Erik after his father is killed, and he properly explains what happened and why his father died. And instead of abandoning him in the US, he takes him to Wakanda and raises him with his wife, who he was arranged to marry and eventually passes after having Oni due to complications a few years later. In the end, there's never a coup for the throne, and Erik is just eager to serve Wakanda and take care of his family. Maybe he eventually goes off to become a War Dog and then works with T'Challa and Nakia to start a program to help members of the Lost Tribe. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I'm just spilling my brain.

Here's what I wrote:

"Erik."

"Yeah, Uncle James?"

"Where's Oni?" He arched a brow as his adopted son walked into the Temple of Bast, covered in sweat and grit from all the chores he had been working on outside.

"Huh?"

"Where's Oni?"

"She's not in here with you?"

Zuri gave him a fatherly look as he plucked one last yellow leaf from the herb plant he was tending to and got up. "It's almost noon. I assumed she was with you." He furrowed his eyebrows.

A light bulb went off in his head when he realized what might be going on. "Ah. Well. She was." He laughed softly. "I forgot I sent her off to run a small errand earlier."

"A small errand?"

"To get some water from the river for the herbs."

Cebisa's eyes became saucers at the news. "On her own!?!"

"She's fine. She said she could handle it."

The short plump woman scolded the tall man with a few motherly pinches. "I swear, the two of you are the reasons my hairs are turning white."

"That's not our fault."

"Oh?"

"It's because you're getting old."

"Old eh? I only look old from all this stress!" She smacked him. "After all I do. I tell you. The children of this world are getting more disrespectful."

"I'm grown."

"You're not grown if you do not respect your elders."

"Now you know I don't believe that bullshit-"

"AH! AH!"

Zuri closed his eyes as Cebisa began to shout at his son in xhosa and dust him with red sand for cursing.

Erik took it like be always did.

A shit eating grin and a few chuckles that earned him more sand and a threat to wash his mouth out with soap.

Cebisa stormed as the young man bit back a chuckle.

"You need to do better." He opened his eyes to look at Erik. "Next time she will use your mouth as a soap mold."

"What about Oni?" He joked.

"It is your fault that she even knows profanity."

"My fault? She's in her 20s, Uncle James."

"Who was it that made Oni's first word a curse word?"

Erik bit his tongue when he recalled his little sister as a baby, casually dropping the f bomb and giving almost everyone in the room a heart attack.

And babies being babies.

She just kept saying it.

And he was the #1 suspect.

Uncle James never put his hands on him before, but he was really worried when that happened.

It took an entire month of learning other words to get that word out of her vocabulary, and curse words were forbidden from then on out.

"It's a sentence enhancer."

Zuri shook his head before waving him off. "Go help Oni, before I enhance you with more work. You know she's probably struggling making her way back in her gown and veil."

"Alright." He offered a small nod before retreating.

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Erik found Oni cursing under her breath as she struggled to carry a vibranium pole with four large buckets of water up a hill.

Her lilac dress was soaked, slightly tattered, and the bottom was filthy with mud.

Her veil stuck to face with sweat, and her breath was labored as she slowly journeyed upwards.

"Did I just hear the Vessel of Bast curse?"

"Don't fucking start." She snapped.

"Ooooh. Wait till Uncle James finds out."

"N'Jadaka, I am too tired to argue with you."

"Well, you look like you went through hell." Erik chuckled.

"Victory doesn't always look pretty." She grunted as she slowly made her way towards him.

"I don't get why you always insist on taking the hard route." He moved forward to help. "I sent you off to do this hours ago. How long did you fight to get four buckets balanced on your shoulders instead of taking four trips?"

"All morning." She huffed before growling at his assistance. "I don't need your help!"

"Yes. Yes. You are strong and mighty." He imitated her voice before he poked her forehead. "But you're also soft and fragile."

"I don't like that." She huffed.

"It's called balance, sis. You can't be strong without weakness." He scolded her softly.

"I'm training to be strong. I can't afford to be weak."

"Yes, you can. You don't have to be strong all the time. You got the best big brother in the world. You know I'll fight the wind for you, if you ask me to." He laughed softly before sighing when he noticed her hands were bleeding. "But you have to give yourself breaks and ask for help before you hurt yourself."

"I don't need anyone's help, Erik." She huffed. "Okoye didn't get help when working to become General of the Dora Milaje. She worked hard and denied her weaknesses until she got it."

"Whoever told you that forgot to mention the parts where Okoye was sore and tired and wanted to quit and human." He narrowed his eyes. "And although you're a little different with Bast and shit. You need to remember that you are still human. At the end of the day, we all die, and we all have to go to the ancestral plane." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you trying to train so hard that you wake up with the ancestors?"

"No."

"Then you need to take breaks and ask for help. Got it?"

"Got it."

He grabbed two buckets off from each end of the pole before refocusing on her. "I promise, you've trained enough for the day. You need to sit down and smell some flowers or something." He glanced at her. "Something those colonizers do in those cheesy movies you and Shuri make me watch."

Oni snorted before smiling. "Like what? Bake a cake? Paint my nails? Go to the club?"

"The first two sound phenomenal."

"Hypocrite."

"Hey. I'm not the Vessel of Bast."

"And if I wasn't?"

"You still wouldn't be going."

"What!? Why not?"

"I promise, you will not find the love of your life in the club."

"I'm just going there for a good time."

"You won't find a good time there." He joked. "It's just a bunch of sweaty, musty, tipsy, horny, and high people." He wrinkled his nose. "Ever smelled vomit after someone crossed their liquor or urine because someone couldn't make it to the bathroom in time after drinking all night?"

Oni rolled her eyes. "Thank you for that. You somehow made the club sound less fun."

"As your big bro, it's my job to look out for you, annoy you, and kick ass when people try to come for you."

Oni took a deep breath and shook her head. "You say that all the time."

"Because it's true." He grinned. "Now come on. Uncle James was looking for you, and Auntie Cebisa was pressed."

"Pressed? What happened?"

"Dunno." He lied.

"I'm screwed."

"You won't be if we swing home first and get you patched and cleaned up."

Oni began to walk. "Then we better hurry."

He offered a nod before following after her. "I mean, that'll require you to shower quickly and not have a concert singing your little heart out for five hours."

"I do not spend five hours in the shower!"

"You're right. I shoulda said 10."

"It wasn't 10 either! It's always 30 minutes max, 10 minutes minimum!"

"Let me move away-"

"Move away!?"

"Bast will surely strike you down for lying-"

"N'Jadaka I swear-" She took a deep breath as he laughed at her irritation. "I'll be fast." She grumbled.

"How does that song you alway play on your speaker go-?" He arched a brow before he began to sing intentionally off key.  "We be all night- looooooooooOooooovvvEeeee."

"Shuuut uppppp, N'Jadaka!"

"LooooooOoooooooveeEeee."

She attempted a fast, but hard sweeping kick to his ankles and moved when he attempted to kick her back.

They both laughed and ran back home carefully (but intentionally), trying to trip one another.

Erik in this AU:

[they-callme-ami]

I actually still throw up and cry at the ritual combat scene between T'Challa and Erik where Erik calls Zuri "Uncle James". You could see the anger and hurt he felt seeing the only other person who cared for him in his life other than his father.

Did he ever go looking for Uncle James?...did he wonder why he was gone and wasn't there when his father died? Did he wonder why he wasn't at the funeral?

Did he even know he was Wakandan until that moment? The realization that his uncle didn't just leave, he chose T'challa over HIM? TWICE??

[idrisofficial]

what are some songs that are just the Essence of your characters

hmm i'll try to give one song for each character, not all of them are quite fleshed out enough to have a song Strongly associated with them but most of them have at least one

brinne - runs in the family by amanda palmer. no question.

adrian - saint bernard by lincoln. cliche, maybe, but so so true.

rowen - heretic pride by the mountain goats, i think

grace - nothing in particular stands out (rip grace i did you dirty) but the whole counterfeit arcade album by shayfer james suits her pretty well. godspeed in particular, but digging up hatchets is also fitting.

lennox - a mask of my own face by lemon demon, fuuuck man.

evander - eat you alive by the oh hellos :)

zuri - goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski im so sad about her. she comes from a part of me that is so meek and hopelessly hopeful

natal - dirty imbecile by the happy fits. don't pry too much into why i like this song,

alya - the seed by aurora has always had such an alya essence. both in feeling and in meaning

zephyr - yknow nothing really comes to mind but i'm sure if i looked at a jesper fahey playlist or two i'd find something pretty easily

nesrin - again not terribly much but if i had to choose i'd go with bones don't rust by the mountain goats

nova - overexposed (enjoy) by car seat headrest has a nova Feeling i can't quite explain

kori - I WISH I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT HIM IM IN THE MIDDLE OF DEVELOPING HIS CHARACTER AND THERES A LOT I COULD SAY I JUST NEED SOME TIME.

mikhail and kaia are the same thing as kori pleasee i just need some more time with them i promise they are so rich and full of personal and philosophical potential