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"Snow-day Shenanigans"
Merry Christmas, #Nashuri fandom!!!🎄🎄🎄🎄
A quick doodle compilation of snow day chaos amongst the Wakandans and Talokanils.
I know I've been silent for a long time. The hyperfixation has worn off and I'm dipping into many things. But I still love this ship and fandom, and I'll still post from time to time.
ladies and gentlemen,
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being African and watching black panther was probably the best feeling i had all 2022. ESPECIALLY WHEN MY MAN BURNA BOY STARTED PLAYING 😮💨😮💨 NAIJA STAND UP 🇳🇬🇳🇬
Ooooooooo y'all, this was amazing! I love poetry-like stories, and this was it!!!
•{ Our Ends Meet}•
RATED SLUTTY! 18+
Sums: The chieftain of a wakandan village receives a visitor who bears unsettling news. Takes place a day before the Infinity War
Interact please and thank you.
(Pls excuse the spaces below. I’m not sure why it automatically formats that way!)
Okoye
(I am obsessed)
Children are the temples of our Mother Earth. A logic that isn’t vastly accepted, but it is a logic you nurture and follow as tradition. Like Baba Abdu said the moment a child would exit the womb: “The youth are of rich blood, praise them as such.”
“Keep your body straight. Eyes on the middle of the target.” You straighten little Eshile’s posture and readjust the bow and arrow tangled between his small fingers. His comrades shoot their arrows with not much struggle to his right and his left. He is discouraged, nervous even, for his lack of coordination.
“Whatever time is best.” You provide him the space to meditate on his decisions. His arrow trembles and beads of sweat roll down his head. The sweltering summer heat and the pressures of the target are weighing in on him. Your eyes are taken off of him but for a second before you see two arrows tear through the target. Bullseye.
Everyone is shocked. You are spilling with merit. “Oh! Son, that was great!”
Eshile gulps largely. “That was not me.”
Everyone turns around. There standing on the back porch with a bow in her possession is General Okoye. She remains positioned, aiming high. What an arrogant entrance. This is not the time nor the place. She knows of the rules and yet she still smiles as the children take their respective bows. Little Eshile is frozen in his spot. Your eyes lower to his pants leg. It is gradually growing darker in color, dampening. He is pissing. Okoye’s face has fallen and she stares in concern. You were sure her intentions were pure but the damage has already been made.
“Session is over, kids. Go rest at the play stations. Cooking class is next, hm?”
“Yes, Nana!” They scamper off.
“Son,” you crouch eye level with Eshile. He is not all there but enough of him is there to be reeled back in. Cradling his face gently, you speak to him with the gentle, kind tone he so deserves in the moment. He is back in seconds, still shooken, but he is back. “Now go to Yumaja. She will help you with your clothing, yes?”
“Y-Yes,” he stutters.
“I love you. Now run along.” He doesn’t pay much mind to the smooch delivered to his cheek.
He catches another look at the concerned warrior lingering on the porch before darting off. You then adjust your spectacles, summoning a holographic screen to swipe across. You hit the disable button and the targets begin to diminish before your eyes.
“Nana,” You mock. “Soon I will wear snow-white hair and trot with swollen feet.” You send over your shoulder as you click on a programmed button to fabricate your activity for the next day. Always act ahead of time.
Okoye speaks from where she stands. “Why is there so much haste to age? Last week you were fifty, today you are sixty. Is old age a kink of yours?”
“Ah, cut it out. No kink shaming,” you joke. “Time moves much too fast. I snap my fingers and I’m three years away from seventy. Where does time go?”
“I assume, your beauty. You look younger every time I see your face in those headlines.” She leans against the back door, looking as commanding, and soft as ever.
None of that. Her flattery will not make you move. You will make her move. You pick up a bow and adjust the leather quiver draped over your shoulder. By the time you step onto the first step of the porch, three arrows are sent flying at Okoye. They land near her fingers. Her eyes widen. “Whaat?! You take joy in attempted murder now?”
Your fingers grip her jaw, moving her toward you. “Don’t ever scare my children again. You owe little Eshile an apology.” You cast a simmering glare before passing into your home with her in tow. She was not meaning to instill fear, she was trying to give the children some motivation, for they were struggling with their aim. “It was already in my mind to apologize the moment I saw his face, my love. I am sorry to you as well.”
“I’m sure you are. Leave your spear outside.”
“Do you seriously think I would be bold enough bring a spear in your holy home? You would wave sage in my face and chant your tongues.”
“You are still going to be cleansed. You have provoked fear around here. I’m sure the demons are not too far away. Maybe you are one of them. My bald headed demon,” you joke.
“Haha, hilarious,” she waves you off.
As you share light conversation with her down your home’s luxurious halls, explaining new historic additions, you stumble upon the living room. The news cast catches your ear. “The King has not announced when the evacuation will be initiated, but this will be of no ease for Wakanda. Danger is on the horizon brothers and sisters— You power the tv off. The news channel invites envious spirits into the home. There will be none of that.
“Hmm,” you hum. Okoye stands slightly tense. You assume she knows something about this evacuation fiasco. Maybe that is why she chose to show her presence without warning. You are about to find out. Before she can open her mouth, you tell her to keep her explanations to herself, to follow you to the kitchen. She sighs but does as so.
The kitchen smells of citrus and curry spices. A beam of light welcomes itself inside and spreads throughout. “Get over here.” You help Okoye to a seat at the table. You then pour her a cup of warm golden milk. It has been her favorite since the honeymoon days. It surprised you quite a bit. You assumed she would be the flashy wine type but she has never forgotten where she comes from.
“Now, what I saw yesterday, I didn’t expect it to come this soon,” you say.
Okoye perks up. “What did you see?”
“I had a premonition.” You join her at the oak table.
Your intuition is one that has been passed down your lineage, gifted with the eye of the wise. Okoye is always enamored by the accuracy of your predictions. Especially those of her triumphs as one of the Dora.
As she awaits your commentary, she interlocks her fingers with yours.
Soon enough, you speak. “During my meditation at the Temple, I saw it. Fire. War. Death. Anguish. All of it befalling The Golden City”
“My love, that had to take a toll on you? You have taken your bath?”
Premonitions depletes one of their energy. Legend says that the mind alternates between the spiritual realm and the time realm, communicating with spirits of many motives. The ancestors have dipped themselves in the mother lake to cleanse themselves, and you have remained committed to tradition.
“Nevermind that. Is this what you came to tell me?”
“Affirmative.”
“I am not alright then.”
Okoye exhales. “I came to see my lover first. The news comes second.”
“Okoye, what is going on?”
She pauses momentarily. “There is a war. The Avengers say it is assumed to be one of mass destruction. One that can only be fought on resistant land.”
Of course it is another war. War has left Wakanda sick. Hardship after hardship. All rooted in the name of fear.
Your chair creaks as you lean back. “Another land for them to destroy? What is of the Black Panther these days? Fighting amongst the Americans. There is always war with them. Bast help us, we cannot withstand another.”
“We are stronger than you think, my love.”
“Wakanda is precious as much as it is strong. It is no nation to be spared. Our culture. Our fruitful history. Does it not hold meaning to you?!”
Okoye sips gracefully. A moment of silence gathers as she allows you to calm yourself. She keeps her voice low as she speaks once more. “This threat is far too great for pride. I am talking about mass extinction. Half the universe gone with a snap of fingers. Usana, If this man, this thanos, retrieves what he so seeks, I may never see you again. You may never see me again. Eshile too.”
Your grip on her hand tightens. A life without those that you love? That is a life stripped from meaning. That is suffering. “I see.” You take deep anxious breaths. “I apologize I was just—“
“Concerned, I know.” Okoye is by your side now. “And that is okay. We will be okay.” Her embrace is warm. It catapults you to a state of mind that has less fear and more love. Your muscles ease with it, eyes sliding shut.
“You are shaking like Bambi,” she snickers, kissing your cheek.
You smack her arms. “Well my heart has dropped out of my ass! What do you expect when you tell me I may cease to exist in hours’ time!”
“Mmm. I expect you to stand on your two feet—to raise your chin up high and come with me so we can cherish the time that may count as our last. This is not our first rodeo.”
“That was different. If it is not seeing the ones I love again…well…I am not a warrior.
“A warrior is great for not only their skill in combat, but for their desire to keep fighting. You have so much fight in you. Do not think otherwise.”
“Sweet words that I will not believe. I ran from a wasp the other day and did more damage to my hair than those aunties at the ceremonial reunions.”
Okoye laughs aloud.
“Why do you not mourn the possibility of Wakanda’s end, my love?” You run a thumb across her cheek.
“When you risk your life day after day, the end is all you think about.”
“That is suffering.”
“Not when you have made peace with it.”
You let that marinate. It is disheartening as much as it is honorable. “How long before evacuation?”
“We start by morning. Not much time.”
“We have worked with less. Pack your things. We will head to our ritual sight after I give the children my farewells. They have been retiring early as of late.” You stand from the chair and Okoye stands with you.
“We can bake these nasty curry patties of yours and bring them along as well.”
You point an accusing finger at her. “You only call them nasty because you secretly love them.”
“I do,” she snags a piece from the pile of previously made patties. A squeal fills the room as the flavor hits her from all angles. So giddy for food that is ‘nasty.’ “This one needs a little lemon.” She hoards the cupboards in search of your kettle of sun-dried lemons.
You scoff. “Whatever. I will be back.” Once outside in the beaming heat of Birnin Azzaria, you slide between busy bodies as they tote vases and market food, sandals kicking up red dust. The odds are forever stacked against you.
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The temple of Azzaria stands atop a forested mountain, foreseeing the Burnin Azzaria. The sky has eased over and glows a rebellious orange. So soft and delicate on the skin. So pungent you can taste the earthy aromas on your tongue. Colored dots paint your face and Okoye’s. Beadwork is splayed across your chests. And your locs are freed from your turban.
During this time of the day, the sun meets the waters and the gods bestow enchantment, thus bringing a rise to sexual prowess. And well…you and Okoye have chosen to harvest it.
“That’s it, usana. Let it slide down your throat,” Okoye husks.
Your bodies are bare to the brisk winds and the call of Mother Earth. Ritual candles encircle your united bodies, smoke slithering from the wicks, bringing forth The Wakening; in which the soul has been freed. Yours has soared, clutching and melding with Okoye’s as you share your body. You feel a pull in the chest. Toe curling pleasure. Precious moans. If this ritual is deemed a success, the gods will grant you the protection you seek.
Okoye has her feet planted on either side of your face, heatedly swirling her hips, riding until she should see her ending. You provide a balance of dominance by gripping her ass to guide her up and down your long pink tongue while allowing her freedom to grind on her own. Your groans travel to her toes as you work overtime to consume and consume, to allow your bodies this energetic exchange.
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, yes, yesss.” Her toned stomach flexes as she sputters and grinds faster. Her vulva blooms like tulips in the peak of spring. Glistens like sticky nectar were smeared on it, sweetening and hydrating your slackened jaws to the likes of heaven. You spit and suck on her pretty folds, savoring all of her. Goodness. Stars are what she sees behind her eyelids and euphoria is what she feels recoiling in her abdomen.
“Oh my….you are being so good for me, so good.”
An orgasmic pressure orbs down south. You both know it’s coming, so it is only fair to usher it in faster. You flick and suck her clit rapidly, pussy juice sprinkling upon its home. She gasps aloud, “Too much. Fuck.” Then she pauses and slightly raises from your mouth.
“You are running now? What did I tell you about that, hm?” You send a mean smack to her ass.
“Wait. Just wait, usana.” Her fingers inch down to spread plump lips, cocoa-brown folds glistening beneath the kiss of the sun. “Mmmh,” she sucks in her bottom lip as she slides her fingers inside, pumping slowly, juices rolling down her thighs in beads. She does it for your pleasure and her own. This may be the last time your divine connection will be explored. It is best to make it last.
“Let me taste, my love. I need you.”
“You will have me,” she whispers. She then slides her creamy coated fingers against your elongated tongue. You suck her off nastily, tasting the sweet musky flavor of her depths. She has always tasted the best, and has always given it the best. You will never leave. Ever.
You chase her fingers as she retracts and she cannot help but chuckle. “You are something else.”
But she loves it beyond saying.
She slides them in her own mouth next, moaning as it melts on her tongue. Then she’s back to putting that pussy all in your mouth. This time she leans back at an angle for an easier ride. It pays off beautifully. You devour her whole until her thighs vibrate into silk. She holds your head still and grinds desperately, walls pulsing to the beat of hollow drums. “Uhhnn. I’m…I’m…mmmh.”
She finishes off, letting her rivers gush in your mouth. Unable to contain the overwhelming shocks, she crawls off the length of your face and melts into empty space next to you. Her sheen chest heaves and her hand becomes trapped between her clenched thighs. Face crinkled in euphoria. Spine arched. Singing cries of fulfillment. You aren’t sure she’s met herself until she relaxes her legs and opens her eyes.
“Who told you to do that to me?”
“You ask? I will deliver.” You lean in, kissing her slow and deep. She flicks your tongue with her own and you both fall victim to a game of rolling your tongues around. Saliva and ripe juices are swapped, moans and giggles becoming the only sound left of the sexual escapades. Final pecks are given as she pulls away. Her angelic gaze penetrates yours.
“I love you,” you whisper.
“I love you and everything there is to know about you. I still have much to discover in this complex mind of yours. So much.”
“You will.”
A moment of stillness grasps your heartstrings. There is the possibility of everything ending. But there is also the possibility of everything continuing. Be that as it may, the universe and the world will march on in this timeline. There is still so much to experience with what remains.
You and Okoye agree on tending to the platters of food on the gigantic plush. You first blow out the ritual candles and cover yourselves in thin woolen blankets. You end up seated across her lap, feasting your eyes on the brilliant city lights as they sprawl across the skyline. The Maglev levitation train and the hover cars glide in the dim sky soundlessly. The moon has now risen on its feet. The spirits with it.
“Your coconut rice and prime rib reminds me of Nomble,” she chews the meal before her.
“I have the touch of the garden god then, yes?”
“I guess,” she gives her infamous side-eye. “I believe you would be a great addition to the Training Facility’s chef crew. On our days of battle, we have these humongous feasts. It is happening right now as we speak.”
You swallow the savory meal that is your vegetable medley and seasoned soy. “Well there is no need for the feast when you have it right here.”
“With the woman I love,” she pecks your lips, sweet as can be.
“Here. I want you to keep this.” You remove your beaded adornment from your neck and carefully attach it to Okoye’s. A piece of you is what she will carry with her in battle to remind her that she serves, not in vain, but in purpose and honor.
Doing it all for love.
“Fight well tomorrow, do you hear me? Help save this universe.”
Okoye chuckles. Your love is one she will always remember, no matter what fate she will meet by morning. “Is there anyone in Wakanda of any match to me combat-wise? If not the Black Panther?”
“Me.”
“Craziest thing I’ve heard since Aneka last told me she manhandled Ayo.”
“What?!”
“I’m telling you, the girl has some nerve.”
“Mmmh. Well I know you have yet to manhandle me.”
That was a bold lie. A bold bold bold lie. But lies are fun to tell. If this is the last lie you tell, might as well go out with a banger.
“Is that a challenge, usana?”
“Whatever you are going to give, I want it.” You shrug off her lap to rest your plate on the side.
Okoye will not let that challenge fly. She sets her dish to the side and brings you in by the throat. You both fall back in giggles. Maybe fall into another round of love-making? Maybe sit beneath the belts of stars to chat and share your life’s aspirations one hundred times over? Whichever may fit the moment, there will be a well-known shared love. What comes with this shared love is the feeling, the utter appreciation, that death is not the end.
End note: I like to write sex. That is the sentence of the day. 😁 ALSO, I use many asyndetons in my prose. If any of you do not know what that is, it is (the omission of conjunctions between parts in a sentence. - per google.) sooo yeah!
Okoye Aesthetic Character Board
Hey y’all !!!!!!!! I hope you all are having a great day, if you don’t stay strong because I know you will get through it. I am sending virtual hugs, loves and kisses for all of those who are having a bad day. Personally, this one is my favourite because the colour palette goes very well together ❤️🔥❤️🔥. For my Namwhores out there, don’t worry, I still have lot more that i have yet to post.
same, oh my god. this song is otherworldly. combined with the breathtaking scenery of talokan? MAGIC.
that was an out of body experience!
i lovee love loooove this whole movie, but this scene is by FAR my favorite. i was so gone i didn't even notice that i had my mouth open haha
100/10 film. representation (!!!) , story, relationships, characters, music, settings, EVERYTHING.
a work of art.
Con La Brisa from the Black Panther: Wakanda Forever album is so fucking addictive. Just came back from watching the movie, it was amazing and the song has been on repeat since I came out of the theater.
Haven't posted in a while so here have a lil study of Okoye because I love her so dearly
