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dippy-ecks · 1 year
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I love Shuri but cannot forgive her for ripping the ankle wings off 😤
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kovuren · 1 year
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"Let's burn it together."
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vqdre · 1 year
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she’s meow meow.
he’s fish.
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dontask-idkeither · 1 year
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Hold me by the heart
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Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader
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Summary: When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.
Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?
Note: T’Challa is very heavily involved here and the overall all fic is pretty sad. This also heavy with grief and has a major Wakanda Forever spoiler, just in case you haven’t watched the movie yet.
Y/F/N means your father’s name, I couldn’t really think of a name to put for that so
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2016
Being an war-dog stationed in Austria was not how you expected to be spending your 18th and 19th years of life. After a year in the Austria, you missed everything about home. The air, the water, the people, the food, your culture, your family, your girlfriend. You were sat on the couch in the apartment that had been given to you, clicking through tv stations.
You got to the news to see that the Vienna International Center had been bombed. You sat up as you listened to the headline. When the broadcaster said that King T’Chaka of Wakanda had been assassinated, your heart stopped.
Images of the building on fire, smoke clouds darkening the sky, flashed on your screen. But they didn’t register. The only thing flooding your mind was that your King was dead. Your countries ruler was gone.
And then your mind drifted to your girlfriend, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. You hadn’t noticed your tears until heavy knocks came to your door. You wiped the tears and looked through the peephole.
There you saw two members of the Dora Milaje at his side. You immediately opened the door and they glided in.
“Ungubani” “Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N” You pulled your bottom lip down to show your war-dog tattoo to the Dora.
T’Challa walked into the apartment. You didn’t look at him for very long, as you lightly bowed your head, but the devastation was clear as day.
“My Prince.” You said as you bowed lightly. You knew very well you weren’t required to do this, it was more so to please the Dora than because of a distant relationship.
T’Challa just pulled you into a hug which you returned instantly. You stayed there for some time, trying to comfort the man you had known as an older brother for years.
He pulled away but left a hand on your shoulder “It’s time for you to come home.” You nodded and you knew the implications behind it.
You knew T’Challa wouldn’t be returning home for long, he was telling you so you could be there for Shuri.
You packed away your things as fast as possible and hurried to the Royal Talon Fighter. The flight was spent mostly in silence, you leaning on T’Challa’s shoulder as a form of comfort. He greatly appreciated it.
When you landed, you were overcome with nerves. You hadn’t been home in a year and the first time you return, is because the man you viewed as a second father was now with the ancestors.
You stood at the top of the stairs and almost went into a panic. T’Challa’s hand squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, you took a deep breath and descended down the stairs.
You saw your girlfriend and her mother standing side by side in front of the palace. Her red, teary eyes lit up when she saw you. She waited until you were some feet away from the plane before she ran into your arms.
You welcomed her and held the back of her head. The world didn’t matter as you held her, all you wanted was to ease her pain. “Thank you for coming.” She said through her tears.
“Shh, no need to thank me.” You pulled away to hold her face, her hands held your wrists. “I will always be here for you.”
2018
N’Jadaka had killed T’Challa. Right in front of your eyes. Your body and mind had gone numb. You sat in one of Wakanda’s lush forests, and for the first time the scenery of Wakanda didn’t have any effect on your sour mood.
Your heartbroken girlfriend sat between your legs, holding your knee as she cried. You had one hand massaging her scalp. Her mother sat in front of you, holding her hand and yours.
“First Baba, and now my brother. Mama we didn't even get to bury him.” You shushed her. Ramonda wiped her tears.
You wished you could be of more comfort for her, but your own pain was rendering you silent.
In a way though, the severity of your own emotion helped Shuri understand that she was not alone in this. She wouldn’t be missing her brother alone. She had her mother, and she had you.
2024
Shuri had been working around her lab trying to find a cure for her brother. You had gone some time before to say your goodbyes to T’Challa in the event he didn’t make it.
You told him how much he meant to you, as a brother, a friend, and as an overall inspiration. You told him that if he didn’t have any fight left in him, that it was ok. That you would take care of his beloved mother and baby sister, that you would protect them with your life. You told him that you would dedicate your life to protecting his honor and his memory, and to making him proud.
With a final squeeze of his hand, you left the room he was in and ran back to the lab. Over the years, Shuri had taught you a lot about technology and you were ready to offer your help in any way you could.
When you got to the lab, people were rushing out. You walked in confused. You saw Shuri standing alone at one of her tables. You walked over to her and before you could say anything, you saw Ramonda walk in.
You felt nauseous because you knew what this meant. You tried to hold it back, but a sob ripped through your chest and you turned away.
“Griot, whats my brothers heart rate?” Shuri asked, voice thick with fear.
“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”
Shuri slowly walked backwards, all the emotion hitting at once. She only heard a faint ringing in her ears and her head felt as if it would explode. Before she fell to the floor in complete agony, your arms wrapped around her weak body.
You eased her way to the floor and she held your biceps tight as she loudly cried. Seeing her in this much pain only worsened your own, you threw your head back as to not see the hurt. You bit your lip so hard you tasted hints of blood. Ramonda slowly walked over to her grieving girls.
The funeral
You still did not feel worthy to walk alongside the Royal Family through this. Despite all the assurances by Ramonda that you belonged there, and Shuri saying how badly you were needed, you still felt unworthy.
You swallowed those insecurities and walked with your head high, but face riddled with exhaustion and all the overall grief you were facing.
T’Challa’s coffin was placed on the ground and before it was lifted, Shuri placed her body over it. Ramonda went to pull her back, but you lightly put your arm in front of her. She looked at you with confusion but you knew Shuri needed this moment.
She didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her own brother, this was her own way of doing that now. After some time, you moved your arm and nodded. Ramonda lightly pulled a broken Shuri from her brother’s coffin and back to her feet.
Shuri placed her face in your neck and you placed your hand on the back of her head.
2025
After the passing of King T’Chaka, you never thought you would leave Wakanda again. Now after losing T’Challa and Ramonda, and all the death you saw in your country, you couldn’t bear to be there. You needed to be far, in order to heal.
That is how you ended up with Shuri in Haiti. You had burned your funeral garments together on the beach and began to heal together.
Right now you sat in your room, writing in your journal. Writing out every thought and feeling you had throughout the day. Shuri had gone for a walk, she felt she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
You had no clue how long you had been writing when the door to your room creaked open. You looked up with a smile to see your lover, but your smile fell when you saw the state she was in.
Her thoughts had clearly taken her down a dark path. She stood in the doorway pulling at her sleeve as she cried. You almost jumped from your chair to hold her.
She kept her arms where they were but she just cried even harder when you held her. “I’m here love. I’m here.”
To that she pulled you in even closer. “Make it stop…” she begged to no one in particular. Your heart broke even further.
You wished you could. You wished you could take all her pain away. Wished you could take all for yourself. But you couldn’t.
What you could and would do, is hold her. Hold her through it all just as you had always done.
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izzieramirez · 1 year
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So I wrote about Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and colorism within Latino communities!
Hi, y'all! I'm Izzie Ramirez, an editor and reporter for Vox, a digital publication that explains the news. Given all the nonsense on Twitter, where I would normally share my writing, I thought I would start sharing my work here. used to be pretty active here as a studyblr back in 2012 — my writing was forged by Tumblr! (Albeit, those accounts are separate from this one, and I don't feel like merging those identities right now). Anyway, I wrote about how Mexican news anchors are claiming the new Black Panther movie "separates" Latinos — and if we really want to create better futures, not just in fiction but in real life, we need to rip off the bandage around colorism ourselves. I hope you engage with this piece! It's not all-encompassing, but it's meant to be a conversation starter around Latino colorism.
I know that Tumblr is very community-oriented, so if you think there's any I should join or tags I should follow, let me know!
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loloalin · 1 year
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Wakanda Forever Spoilers//
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I've seen some people say they think Namor giving the bracelet to Shuri was 'dumb'...and I low-key wonder what movie they were watching.
Shuri was someone who embodied the best qualities as a potential ally to him, and subsequently Talokan. She came from a nation that had to isolate themselves for the same reasons Talokan did. She had a grief-driven fury within her that could engulf the world. She had a curiosity about and empathy for his people/nation, asking to be taken to Talokan and sharing her appreciation for it.
Then, take into account that this man is 500+ YEARS OLD. In his half-a-millennium existence, THIS is the first time he is meeting anyone, let alone someone from the surface, who has all these qualities. Shuri is someone who can be THE decisive factor in not only ensuring the protection of his people but also their transformation into a more powerful nation than they had ever been before.
And who was it before her that was a transformative figure in the development of Talokan? Namor's mother. She was the one who carried, nursed, raised the boy who would become a god to his people. Consequently, she was the one who ensured Talokan's survival and prosperity before it took shape. Her bracelet was crafted for her by the shaman as a symbol of the promise for a better life that would be fulfilled through her actions. And THAT, to me, is what Namor is implying when he gives the bracelet to Shuri.
And I think the strongest proof of this is in the final confrontation between Shuri and him. Right after she tells him that she will protect his nation and that his people will live if he yields, he sees his mother. She IS special the way his mother was special, and he knew it. Why wouldn't he give her his mother's bracelet?
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ella-kinsey · 1 year
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Long Live The Queen Masterlist (Namor X Shuri, Arranged Marriage AU)
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STORY SUMMARY:
"Namor makes Shuri a proposal that she cannot refuse.
OR
A retelling of Persephone, the goddess who loved the surface world, and Hades, the god who loved her enough to burn the world down for her."
CHAPTER LIST:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
NOTES:
New updates are posted to Tumblr a day before AO3.
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siancore · 1 year
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Seems like Attuma really liked Okoye tho👀
YES! Yes, that’s exactly what I thought. It was as if she was the ONLY warrior from Wakanda whom he deemed good enough for him to fight. There was TENSION between them.
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deuter4gonist · 1 year
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Firmly believe Namor gave Shuri his mother’s bracelet so he’ll have a reason to see her
And the plot rolls from there. It could be for him to take it back, or for Shuri to tell him to take it back (”We can’t be like that”), or just for him check and find out she’s placed it in this beautiful case with a glass box over it, on display but firmly protected
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sexbob-ombbeck · 1 year
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Loving the Shuri/Namor content, but my heart also longs for Bucky/Shuri where he finds her on that beach in Haiti and he just holds her as she finally grieves her brother and the happiness that his legacy lives on in her nephew. And they admit that maybe one once upon a time, if the blip hadn’t happened, they could have been something. Their friendship could have lead to a different place, if it wasn’t for the others in their lives.
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ririririwilliams · 1 year
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spoilers for bpwf but im thinking about how riri is gonna have to carry around even more guilt from getting the queen of wakanda killed just because she built a vibranium detector to pass a class :(
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hell-lit011019 · 1 year
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Man namor x shuri is so messed up that I can't peacefully ship it and maintain my sanity.... And I don't want any other ships yk it's fucking irritating... Like if only he didn't kill the queen aaaaahhhhhhhhhh
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curlyhairedwoes · 2 years
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me, a comics reader: idk….I don’t really care about Namor, he’s a total ass
me, seeing mcu!Namor:
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captainsticksie · 1 year
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I've seen a few people asking why none of the avengers went to T'Challa's funeral.
T'Challa had a family, community and country who knew and loved him. The avengers weren't there because they weren't invited.
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dontask-idkeither · 1 year
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Restless
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Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Shuri are a couple riddled with nightmares
Note: This is my first time putting a fic on Tumblr so I’m a lil anxious about it😭
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Sleep never came easy for the two of you these days. Before it was only you plagued with vile images that would tear you from your sleep. But now, after the death of King T’challa and the war with Talokan, you and your girlfriend Shuri both struggled to get a full nights rest.
The problem was that Shuri never let you in on the fact that she was struggling. She knew you needed your sleep, so waking you was out of the question. Whenever she woke in the middle of the night, she would quietly walk down to her lab and work herself until she was tired enough to go back to bed before you woke up.
Tonight was one of those unfortunate nights. Images of her mother’s lifeless body laying before her flashed in her mind. She could hear the sounds of the busy lab, working to try and save her dear brothers life. Her own screams for her mother came in. And the final push was the voice and image of N’Jadaka telling her that her family had failed.
She shot up from her bed and couldn’t catch her breath. She was so exhausted and panicked. She couldn’t help the sobs that began to emerge. The fear of possibly waking you only made it all worse.
She tried quiet her own cries to spare you, but to no avail. She watched you slowly wake up and she fell back to the headboard with guilt now that she had officially woken you.
“Shuri?” You said groggily as you rubbed the drowsiness out of your eyes. When she didn’t respond, you looked up to see her crying and breathing rapidly. You shot up to the top of the bed and pulled her close to your chest; she held you as tight as possible.
“I’m sorry.” She said over and over into your chest. “Shh. Baby, I need you to take some deep breaths ok? You can do that for me right? Just breathe with me.” Shuri shook her head and held you even closer.
“I know you can do it, love. I know you can. Just try to match my breathing.” You took a slow deep breath and she followed with a shaky inhale and a smoother exhale.
“Good, my love. Again.” You two did this 5 times before her breathing was steady. You wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead as you held her.
“What happened?” “Nightmare.” She mumbled into your skin, so light you almost didn’t catch it. You sighed, having a strong idea of what exactly the nightmare had been.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She slowly started to panic again. “No no no. Shh. Listen, if you’re having nightmares I want you to wake me. I want to be there for you.”
You held her face in your hands, forcing her to look you in the eye; to see all the love and adoration you had for her and how deeply you meant what you were saying. But she was still hesitant.
“But-“ “No. Shuri you don’t have to face the pain alone. I’m right here, let me carry the weight with you.” She took another deep breath and nodded. You pulled her body into yours and laid back down.
You two sat there in each other’s arms. Talking about anything and everything. You watched the sunrise from your window together. Shuri let the warmth of the rays and your love wash over her completely.
She always knew she was safe with you; that you were there for her. But sometimes she got in her own head. Thankfully you were always there to bring her back and remind her.
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weedle-testaburger · 1 year
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my friend made an extremely correct observation earlier: black panther 2 is the best avatar sequel ever
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