#vampire!killmonger

[erikftglitter]

Antidote - One

The Derby.

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“Hey Kay! Let me know when you’re ready!”

Kadence barely registers Mia’s text. The notification flashes, and beneath it, the message is sent with Siri. Typical.

Mia Crawford, Kadence’s best friend, shortens the name of everyone she meets. No one in Mia’s proximity stood a chance against the development of a short-must-have- nickname.

Kadence despised hers though. Kay. A name that could belong to a dozen girls. Dozens of lives. None of them hers. Maybe this was the outcome of a lost girl who wanted to be different, who longed for separation, who dreamt of becoming an outlier in every single aspect, but this was Kadence’s life.

Kadence had never liked being reduced and restrained to one thing. Her name mattered—four distinct definitions that she’d love to share.

But no one ever asked.

Second-year event coordinator. Brand strategist. These were just some of the titles that followed Kadence’s name in LinkedIn. A Micro-influencer with macro-ambitions. She learned early how to make her life look effortless—even when nothing about it was. Through grainy, low contrast, filtered videos, Kadence found love.

Kadence loved nice things and nice things seemed to love her back. Every receipt was a small victory. Every collaboration, another connection made. Her Instagram Stories looked like diary entries from someone else’s fantasy.

Kadence lived for creating an empire and would settle for death if she had to settle at all. Old Kadence would have a heart attack if she knew her currant credit limit. The sky was really beginning to favor the limit.

Today was no different. Derby Day. The holy grail of Southern aesthetics and social climbing. She and Mia were due at the track by noon, full glam.

“I’m the best to ever do this shit.” Kadence half-mumbled over the music blaring from her MacBook.

The entire room was full of combustible reminders of how far she’s come. She had every right to be as proud as she was. That’s what she scribbled in her wellness journal on a weekly basis

Didn’t she deserve it all?

Kadence twisted the last section of her hair, inspecting her reflection. The blush tone in her dress whispered elegance; the gloss on her lips screamed sponsorship. Her curls sat right, her highlight popped. She looked like money.

“Just about done, Mia,” she texted, before grabbing her hat—a wide-brimmed one covered in pale pink orchids. Mia had picked it out. Kadence had picked the price.

Mia entered the room, dripping in champagne satin and chaos.

Mia was very grounded with content creation as well but didn’t mind voicing her personality on the internet. She didn’t mind the risk of controversy, but Mia had the security that Kadence couldn’t purchase.

A multimillionaire of a father and a shitload of an inheritance. If you can erase the fact that, “Super Rich Kids” was inspired by Mia’s childhood then Kadence could have possibly been envious.

“Bitch, we look good,” she grinned, her iridescent tooth gems catching the bright sunlight.

“I like to imagine that God took his time and then some.” She smiles, twirling her best friend around. Her smile stiffens when she spots the discolored bruise on Mia’s foot.

“How’d that happen?”

“One of those nights I wore the So Kate’s. Don’t ask.”

Kadence nodded. The shoes explained everything. So did the silence that followed.

⸻

By midday, they were at the derby and the hum of old money flooded through Kadence’s head. Her and Mia must’ve took a dozen pictures every minute. This was one of the few times where Kadence felt so stress free.

Still, something felt off.

She first noticed it during a break in filming. Mia had wandered off to grab a drink for the two of them, and Kadence stood in charge of their belongings, occasionally adjusting the flower tucked behind her ear. She felt the hair on her neck rise.

That’s when she saw him.

A man. Standing perfectly still near the track’s edge. He was watching but his style was so much more different than everyone else’s.

He was tall, intriguing, dressed in all black despite the heat. No name tag. No company. No visible sweat. His eyes—impossibly dark—were suddenly locked on her.

Kadence blinked. A chilling rushed up her spine. But when she looked again, he was gone.

Her stomach dropped.

“Two Mojitosss.” Mia sang, returning just in time to catch her expression.

“You alright?”

Kadence hesitated. “Yeah this is just what I needed.”

She told herself she was intoxicated.

Delirious, maybe.

She took a sip of her drink, swallowed the unease.

But the feeling didn’t leave.

Even hours later, long after the race had concluded and the crowd had thinned, she couldn’t shake the weight of being watched. The man’s gaze felt so real. It welted into her memory like a dream too vivid to dismiss.

That night, Kadence dreamt of him for the first time.

Not the Derby. Not the hat.

Just him.

Watching her.

And smiling.

⸻

[chromehoney]

criminal/stickyfingers!smoke x bimbo!black!fem!reader.

The first thing you smell is cash. Not cologne, not motor oil, not even the cigarette he’s always pinching between his fingers—but cash. Raw, bitter leather and metallic ink. Money. And it trails in behind him like smoke itself, slinking through the wide halls of the home he bought you, echoing off marble and soft light.

You’re bent over the marble kitchen counter, syrupy hips poking out from a pink satin robe, the one he got monogrammed with Mrs. Moore stitched over the heart. Bare legs glisten. Anklets jingling. Lipgloss always fresh.

His voice glides in slow. “Why you always bakin’ somethin’ with ya ass out like that, baby?”

You don’t answer at first. Just stir the sugar into the sweet tea with two fingers, lazy, wet swirls. You feel his eyes all over you—thick and hot like honey down your spine. So you tilt your head and smile, glossy lips parting just enough.

“Because you like it, Pa.”

Smoke chuckles low in his throat. Gravel. The kind of sound that makes your thighs brush together. He drops the duffel bag on the floor with a thud—money, of course—and strolls toward you, slow and greedy.

He wears all black, shirt halfway unbuttoned, gold chains dancing on his chest. You know he didn’t come home through the front. You know the duffel’s not from any bank that would shake hands with a man like him. His knuckles are still red. His ring’s still bloody.

But he pays all the bills.

You ain’t even know what a light bill looked like since you met him. His hand finds your ass before his mouth finds your cheek. A kiss, soft, reverent. Fingers sinking into the dough of you, making you gasp.

“You make my whole fuckin’ house smell like sugar,” he murmurs, brushing his nose down your jaw. “My sweet girl.”

You giggle like it’s innocent, though your knees are going soft and your robe’s slipping open. Your lashes flutter, thick and heavy. “M’just makin’ cake,” you hum, eyes glossy, dumb, pink. “Thought you’d be hungry.”

“i am hungry.”

You feel him growing against the back of your thigh. You let out a little coo, one of those bimboish gasps he lives for. His big hand wraps around your middle, just under your tits, pulling you close like he owns you. (He does.)

“Cake can wait,” he murmurs in your ear. “But I can’t.” And neither can you.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers .

[titansandcurses]

SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE GROWING TROPE OF A LAST SUNRISE. BLACK PANTHER. THE HUNGER GAMES. SINNERS. INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE. ETC. SOOOO POETIC

[chuuzmii]

Jacob Anderson is so fucking real. Like we see eye to eye frfr. That quote where he's like "Let's be monsters and enjoy it. Let's be problematic. Give us the space to be a problem." Like ooooh... Hes so real. Im so tired of people being scared of writing black villains because of The Implications™. There is a genuine lack of black people in horror and when we are included we are just the sassy best friend, the athlete, the one who dies first, or the magical negro. Hardly ever have I seen a horror with a black momster. Even outside of horror black people are hardly ever villains and it's just so unfair man. Black people LONG for good black villains I know they do. We deserve to be evil we deserve to be petty we deserve to hurt. Jacob I understand...

[morefanworksmorefanworks]

Let's woobify nonwhite villains and antagonists! Who didn't do anything that bad? Who was right? Who did some of that but they had a bad childhood you guys, so you can see where they're coming from; and who did all that but you love them so you don't care? Tag your favorite nonwhite villain and why it's okay actually!

[sleepynegress]

Okay... So I'm in a way right now with the red tide and hormones..... But I did want to say some things about SINNERS while I have a little bit of mental energy.

Stack and Smoke are two sides of the same coin, yin and yang, red and blue, Italian and Irish gang clothing style... etc.

Some people are getting carried away with analysis and it's giving more projection of what you want it to be vs. what is.... Coogler himself has cited great fun tropey horror films and pop culture touchstones like Salem's Lot (the book not the movie) and Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (which I love that that's a reference) he has said his most important takeaway is "ownership of art."

The act structure that gave us that classic "caper" set-up of all kinds of characters listening to the plan and then going "you sonavabitch, I'm in." for the juke joint was my favorite part of this TBH.

It is NOT a Christian "Come to Jesus" movie and I LOVE that about it. In fact, it's the opposite.

It's a "be true to self and your gifts in the face of any god or devil", movie.

BOTH women love interests (white presenting and full-figured and unambiguously Black ,--back to that yin and yang of the twins) were beloved by a twin, both fit the elemental nature of said twin, and both had to traverse death to be with their love.

As an aside.... loved hearing a southern accent from our Asian cousins, seeing the "not my problem" energy from the Choctaw hunters, and the reminder that there was actual ancestral cultural community before "whiteness" for white people too, and why many no longer have it...

LOVED LOVED LOVED the cultural details in the character work, setting, energy, etc.... ESPECIALLY Delroy Lindo's vocal cadence.

I loved what Coogler chose to NOT show to make the energy more impactful and palpable in both sensuality and scares.

I'll be the weirdo who prefers the pure blues vs. the remix but I LOVED seeing all the ancestors and descendents come and vibe with the music...I used to have recurring dreams of a multicultural ancestral world jam session, so "that scene" hit me hard.

Remmick just follows in the tradition of Coogler villains being compelling af, but ultimately WRONG because of an essential flaw in their logic (i.e. Killmonger's misogynoir and colonizing techniques and funnily enough Remmick's colonizing techniques, klan and black using vampire telepathy for a faux community peace)

I have seen no one else mention this, but I chuckled at Saul "List of Demands" Williams playing the preacher, aka Sammie's dad

the vampire nerd part of me absolutely rejoiced at all the "traditional" vampire warding aspects, ESPECIALLY the silver, something that is often wrongly asserted as being just for werewolves

loved how filthy and raunchy the language was when it came to desire... because that's real (and I hate purity culture which is very much now tied to the alt-right white Christo-fascist pipeline right now) AND centering women's pleasure and, in many cases audacious initiative. (ahem, I see you Ryan and I see how Zinzi's in the current state she's in, congrats!! *cough* this is the healthiest type of straight man sexual energy BTW)

BE WARY of the takes out there that are overly-projecting. It's neither religious nor hotepy. It's a Southern Gothic fable/folktale about a musician with a gift surviving a magical night....

YES it's full of ancestral energy, but ultimately the central message is about being true to self when it comes to ancestral gifts and community

[ughdontbeboring]

Let Me In

Smoke X Black/WoC Reader X Stack (👀😮‍💨🥵)

A night at the speakeasy that changes y’all lives forever

warnings: uh angst? and twin Mike’s lol (I wish there was smut but maybe once I see the movie idk)

( SONG FROM SOUNDTRACK BY MY FAV MUST LISTEN 😭

so I just had to come back here and update with a song by Tanrélle for the soundtrack!! I just heard it and it soooo the soundtrack for this scene I wrote OMG I CANT DEAL )

side note: not sure if I even wrote that out correctly but the twins share reader there is no incest in the pairing. I thought about this late at night after seeing the trailer that just dropped and yea lol I haven’t been in Mike’s fanfic section in a while and all my Killmonger fics I never post so funny enough without the movie even being out this is my first fic for Mike ever posted.

I may follow up and do more after the movie drops and I see more of their personalities only time will tell. I’m def playing around with something a little prequel just to show their dynamic a bit but again time will tell 🥵

it’s so early on idk what to even tag this 😭 is anyone even reading this now or are we waiting on the movie to drop??

❤️💙

Smoke stood there yelling trying to calm down the group of hysterical night goers who now found themselves in an impossible situation. A situation that shouldn’t be a reality but let the old tales tell it, it was just as true. 

And now your small group of survivors is finding that out. 

The lively party under the moon light quickly taking a turn after unwanted guests arrived odd and full of smiles. 

It started with that Mary woman who had flirted her way in. She was out of place here and maybe that’s why Stack seemed so intrigued. He never could turn down a mystery, your wild boy.

Now there was no way out that any of you could see just yet but you knew Smoke would think of something, he always did.

Pearl wailed in front of everybody, her body shaking uncontrollably as the other women rushed surrounding her, trying to give some comfort.

You seen Delta take that moment to approach Smoke who was deep in thought, closer to the front door than anyone else. That far away look on his face when he was racking his brain for a solution. 

The realization that Stack had become a night creature, a vampire from the folklore of time immortal, from tales stretching across the world in different cultures, different languages was unfathomable. He had become whatever they were and it was settling into the group with dread. 

But none more devastated than Smoke and you. 

Now while Smoke was thinking of this with the rationality of surviving you just couldn’t accept this. 

“Smoke what we gon’ do without Stack?” Delta tried to whisper. He was unsuccessful because you could still hear him even with the group of women between y’all. 

You feel the room spinning again and you just need a moment. Hearing him speaking of Stack in that way had the air rushing from your lungs. No not Stack. You thought. Not like this. 

You know Smoke said for everyone to stay together and away from the walls, the doors, the windows any part of the foundation but you just need a moment because you feel like you can’t fucking breathe. 

Everyone is occupied when you slip away silent in your kitten heels you had choose for the night, your careful to not make noise with your form fitting dress that’s decorated with beadwork at the hem. All night the dress had swayed and shinned in the low lit speakeasy. You had danced all night your dress adding its own sound to the lively music with the heavy beadwork while switching between the strong arms of your boys during every song when the other wasn’t busy. 

Stack danced with you and Smoke would just hold you and kinda sway as you danced on him. Ever the serious one. 

You find yourself in the smaller back room that’s used for storage with a back entrance. Even though you needed a moment the small space was quickly becoming suffocating causing your grief and disbelief to swell within you. It choked you. Now you felt like you were standing out in the fields on a hottest summer Mississippi day. You felt like you were dying.

You quickly realized you were hyperventilating. You needed air. 

Over your deep breathing you hear softly yet unmistakably beyond the door “It’s ok baby”. Your blood goes cold and your body freezes. 

“Stack?” You question softly as your eyes start to water while staring straight ahead of you. 

“Yea, it’s me baby” He says in his familiar thick accent. 

“Ho-how?” You stutter in disbelief. How’d he know you were back here? Out of everyone it could have been how’d he know it was you? Was he alone? So many questions ran through your head without ever making it to your lips.

“Baby I knew it was you. Don’t cry babygirl just open the door fo’ me” He coo’s softly. 

“I-I can’t” you replied sounding even unconvinced to your own ears. It feels wrong to deny him. 

“Why? Baby I don’t wanna be out here no more all alone. let me in so I can get away from these crazy crackers” He mutters a little bit impatiently. That bit wasn’t your Stack. Stack out of the both of them always was patient with you, it was almost sickening how he caved for you. 

His patience’s with you gave people the false hood of a saint when his reality was he could flip in a moment. Just like Smokes quietness and how gentle he was with you gave people a false impression of calm man. They were both ticking time bombs on any given day, at any moment. 

“And it’s really you Stack?” You ask again begging your mind to believe what your heart does. That he’s still in there somewhere. 

It’s quiet for a moment before he's able to muster an almost forced reply. “Of course-“

“The hell you doing?” You hear barked behind you in that deep Mississippi drawl. 

It’s not even seconds later when you feel his presence behind you and his large hand gripping your arm yanking you slightly back.

“It’s Stack! We have to help him! Let him in! Please Smoke!” You beg facing the other half of your heart, staring up into Smokes eyes. You seen the anger and the hurt swirling in the deep brown.  

“It ain’t him!” He yells down at you as he towers above you. His handsome face menacing as always. 

You’re not sure if everyone had come back with Smoke or if they’re just getting there but you feel everyone’s eyes on you. You know they must think you crazy. You seen what everyone else outside the speakeasy did to eachother yet here you are begging for Smoke to find a way to save Stack, bring him back to you.

“Oh come on now no fighting with our babygirl, just open up fo’ me twin” Stack taunts from the other side of the door. 

The sound of his voice has you staring at the door with your conviction growing before Smoke is pulling your attention back to him. 

“Aye. Hey baby look at me that’s not Stack. Not no more” He tries again with concern flickering in his eyes. He’s not sure what will happen if he can’t get you to accept it. His stomach turns with the thoughts of all the possibilities. He can’t loose you too. Not now not never. 

“Please! Please I can’t-I can’t leave him out there!! He’s not safe” You begged staring up at him. Your eyes pleading with him to understand. 

But that flicker of concern is quickly extinguished by the anger that replaces it in his brown eyes. He’s shaking you as he turns you to face him. He needs you to understand.

He yells your name full of anger. “You’re not safe if you let him in! He’ll kill you and everyone else in this fucking place!” He roars at you. 

It’s starting to dawn on Smoke he may have to take more precautions if you don’t show him you’ve accepted what has happened to Stack.

You’re not sure why he allows it or if you’ve just caught him off guard but you yank your arm away and move near the door. 

You can feel the tension in the room at your sudden proximity to the door. There’s a small opening in the door just about your eye level in your short heels. It’s about the length of your middle finger and horizontal. 

“Stack pl-please baby please tell me it’s really you. You’re still my Stack, right?” You beg softly as you stare at Stack’s throat that you can see through the opening. Your fingers inching up to right below the hole.  He’s some how closer and your pointer finger ventures outside just barely to run along his full bottom lip. You shudder at the feel of his skin and how it’s something between hot and cool but not warm. It was odd and unsettling.

There’s a long pause and you can feel Smoke slowly move closer to you. 

The silence is deafening to you as your heart starts to pick back up. 

You see him shift a bit and when you crane you neck your able to see his eyes. You couldn’t see Stacks eyes before, not this close anyway since he changed.

They’re grey almost sliver and mostly lifeless, the brown warmth from them missing. But the guilt that flickers across them fans the embers of your hope. 

What is said next is so soft you almost don’t hear it if it wasn’t for the view you also had of his lips with the way he’s tilted his eyes to look down at you. 

But the rasp of his voice is unmistakable when he whispers “I love you” 

Your heart can’t take it and even if his eyes are different your Stack is still in there somewhere. Your hand rushes the door handle. 

It’s not Smokes booming voice behind you yelling “NO!” that startles you, it’s the earth shaking bang on the door in-front of you when you can do longer see Stack’s eyes that freezes your movements. Your hand inches from the handle.

The bang comes again as Stack yells “Let me in!”. Your body feels like you were just dumped into the Mississippi during winter. The cold realization settles over you. No he’s not your Stack, not fully at least.

Had he not banged on the door startling you, you would have surly opened it and thrown yourself into his arms. This was his way of showing you, your Stack that was still in there was trying to get through to you over the force that was consuming his body. He was trying to scare you.

The next bang is just as loud and aggressive and it causes you to stumble, falling back, your hands breaking the fall and scraping against the wooden floor as your bottom takes most of the impact. 

Your heart is racing faster than you thought possible as you stare up wide eyed at the door Stack continues to bang against 

“LET ME IN!” 

You feel Smokes rough hands wrap around your waist pulling you up. His arms wrap around you as you snob in your hands. His full soft lips at your neck shhing and comforting you.

“It’s ok baby, gonna be ok, you safe with me” Smoke whispers softly against you. 

They always had their different ways of dealing with you and it just worked having both of them. It wasn’t unusual for Smoke to be so soft with you but it didn’t happen as often as it did with Stack. Smoke was definitely your grumpy one, hardly if ever smiling if it wasn’t for you. 

They both came in your life at the same time sweeping you off your feet without even trying, They both pulled you in in their own way true to their own personalities. When you realize that you couldn’t choose you decided you would walk away, and they refused to let you go. They decided it was only right to share you with boundaries in place over loosing you. It was by far nothing any of you had experienced before or would have been willing with anyone else. But here the three of you were years later. You never looked back. 

“You and your man could be together and even better if you come out or let us in little lady” It’s another voice the room full of people hear, his voice, the white man who brought this hell to their little speakeasy paradise.

“Such a pretty pretty thing, we’d make you a queen” he continues with a groan almost like he was thinking of how your blood would taste or maybe even more sexual thoughts. Either way it caused you to shudder in Smokes arms pressing more into him. 

You know you aren’t mistaken when you hear a familiar growl. It’s not him it’s Stack. The sound causes your stomach to turn a bit knowing that’s the part of him that’s still Stack. He was always so jealous it was a wonder he was able to handle the relationship of 3. Even turning didn’t seem to change that in him. It was a sound you heard many many times before. A man any man would be beat within an inch of his life for disrespecting Stack or Smoke by gazing upon you for a moment too long. 

You’re not sure if you should be happy or devastated by the realization. Apart of you wants to be with him, be whatever he is now. Stay by his side like he had always been by hers. 

But then you feel the warm squeeze of Smoke’s arms behind you and his hands turning you into his chest as the tears you didn’t notice start again keep falling. 

Smoke’s large hands grab your face softly and his thumbs wipes the tears away. You couldn’t give up, not when you still had your Smoke. You had to fight for him even if that meant letting go of Stack or whatever Stack had become. 

His face is close to yours making you hold eye contact. 

“Shh baby m’ here, you safe. Just stay here with me” He says watching you, you nod finally giving him some relief you’re starting to accept this night and the twisted turn of fate. “If that was still Stack he’d want you safe baby. We both know that. He’d want you safe and with me.”

You shake your head in understanding but it doesn’t stop the tears. He leans in to softly kiss them away. 

“We gon’ be good. Ight baby? I got you.” He promises holding your eyes in place with the conviction in his. 

And you believe him. Not matter how impossible the situation seemed you believed him to always come through for you. 

“Did y’all hear that? Where’s that coming from” Delta panics leaving the room to search for the source. 

You steal a glance back and notice that Stack is still staring through the opening as Smoke pulls you away. 

“I love you” you whisper back with a finale look before turing into Smoke’s embrace as he leads you safely away from the temptation of his twin. 

Smoke knows that Stack is still in there somewhere but his bloodlust seems to be his main controller and  he can’t let you hold out on hope and get yourself killed or worse turned trying to prove your love. Trying to prove Stack is still in there. 

So he keeps you close as possible as they enter the main room following the rest of the group. 

“I love you Smoke” you say softly as you stop and look up at him. 

Smoke knows you do just as much as you love Stack, you’ve never shown favorites. He loves you more than he’ll ever be able to say, you both know that. After tonight though he might have to work on being able to tell you just how much he does. 

Smoke doesn’t care what happens tonight as long as he gets you safely away from this. Not only for himself but for Stack too. 

❤️💙

[jokersymtrubble]

📢Emotionally uninvested 🦅

[erikftglitter]

Introduction | Antidote

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

Erik has been dying since he was 20, his rare genetic condition slowly consuming him. But on one fateful night, his life takes an unexpected turn—he’s not dead… he’s undead. Now, a mischievous and dangerous vampire, Erik finds himself chasing a new thrill, a rush he hasn’t felt in years. That rush comes in the form of twenty-something Kadence Ivory, a woman whose presence ignites a craving Erik can’t ignore.

—

Erik hates to relive this day, but his mind works faster than his body. He finds himself on the university campus before he can stop himself. It was the anniversary of the night. The night where his entire life was permanently altered.

Eleven Years Prior

“Aye man, congratulations!” Erik dabs up Randy, his freshman year roommate, and thanks him. Erik had just graduated with his Master’s Degree in Cellular and Molecular Biology from the University of Kentucky.

“Thanks man. I appreciate it.” Erik smiles. This was the moment that he was waiting for. He had already received his bachelor’s degree from the University of Kentucky and excelled so much that he secured an internship. Recipients of the internship were given the opportunity to continue their graduate studies at a fraction of the cost. In Erik’s case, however, he paid nothing.

Between his emancipation status as a teenager and making dean’s list each semester, the university was more than willing to offer Erik a hefty scholarship. Erik lived a promising life.

“We’re going to hit Rustee’s if you-“ Randy’s words were cut short by the streams of phlegm that accompanied Erik’s throat, causing him to have a coughing fit.

Randy gave Erik an empathetic look. Erik hated that look from everyone. He knew that he was sick but he hated that people didn’t hide their worries.

“I’m probably going to pack up tonight. I’ll see you though.” Erik wanted to get the interaction over with. He knew that Randy, along with his professors, meant well but everyone just looked at him like he was a child. Sure he was sick but he was still alive.

The walk to Erik’s apartment was shortened by the campus newspaper staff blocking the sidewalk. They were probably protesting against the budget cuts and Erik wasn’t in the mood to entertain them. He just wanted to be alone.

Sighing, Erik began to take the detour around the campus to get to his apartment. His watch disturbed the quiet silence of his walk after a few moments. He was due to take his last pill soon. Erik did grow tired of this. He took several pills each day and had nighttime treatments. It was all to delay the inevitable. Erik knew that he wasn’t progressing as well as he should be.

It’s not like he didn’t try. He tried herbal remedies, holistic approaches, and of course the medication prescribed by his doctors. However, Erik’s body seemed to be in overdrive and he just wasn’t making great progress.

His friends were concerned. Each year they didn’t know if his medical scares would be the end. He hadn’t known his mother and had little memory of his father. It was just him. School was therapy. He excelled at school at a young age and continued to do so. He wanted to learn more about his own condition so that maybe he could help others. That was the goal.

“Help! Help me!”

Erik’s thoughts were silenced by the piercing screams of a woman. He quickly surveyed the area and noticed a woman lying on the concrete across the street.

He hurried to the scene and surveyed her. She’d been wearing burgundy tights, black boots, and a black dress. Her coat decorated the sidewalk next to her. Even in distress Erik thought that she was stunningly beautiful.

“I was looking for the theatre until I was knocked down and robbed.” She frantically explained, her body shaking as she recounted the details.

“My leg is in so much pain. I don’t think that I can walk.” She sighed. Erik noticed the rip in her tights and the gravel stuck to her face.

“You took quite a fall ma’am. I think we should call an ambulance.” Erik admitted. His own chest began to tighten as he felt another wave of phlegm coming. He definitely needed to get home before he too needed an ambulance.

“I just want to call my sister. She lives here. Can I use your phone?” She asks Erik. Erik pats his pockets and is visibly annoyed at the fact that he doesn’t have his phone.

“It’s in my apartment. I don’t live far from here. Would you like me to help you there?”

He knew that she had the right to be hesitant about his invitation but he didn’t have too many other ideas. Most students were off campus at Rustee’s, the local sports bar, or elsewhere. This wasn’t a high traffic area and he felt uncomfortable about leaving her alone.

“That’s fine.” She admitted. She didn’t have too many other options and she was afraid of being alone and attacked even worse.

Erik carried the woman to his apartment. Just as he promised, it wasn’t too far from where she lied on the ground. He gently sat her down on the couch and disappeared to find his phone.

When Erik came back to the living area to offer his cellphone to the woman he was surprised by her ability to stand. She stood over the coffee table and studied the prescription bottles that belonged to Erik.

Erik went to speak but truly lost his words. He was intimidated by the view of her. She looked taller and she didn’t seem as helpless as before.

“I’m sorry that it had to be this way Erik.” She said softly. When she turned around to face Erik he indistinctly walked backwards. Her eyes were much darker than the hue that he witnessed outside under the moonlight.

“I promised myself that I’d only interfere if it got too bad.” She added as she walked closer to him. Erik was confused. What type of crazy woman did he invite into his home?

“I made a promise to N’Jobu that I’d protect you no matter what my love. I’m sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances.” She was starting to freak Erik out. Not even his closest friends knew the name of his late father. He didn’t talk about him.

“What are you talking about?” Erik finally asked. If he was going to be killed then he would use his last words to try to understand.

“You’re going to die Erik. We all see it and we’ve been silently waiting for you to get better. We wanted those medicines to work so badly before I needed to do this.” She explained. She was face to face with Erik now.

His chest was growing tighter and he couldn’t breathe properly. He was having a heart attack. He had no doubt that he was going to die in front of this woman. Erik’s eyes filled with tears. What’d he do to deserve this kind of life?

That’s when it happened. That’s when Erik’s head was harshly turned to the side and he was bitten by the woman. He didn’t notice the way that her teeth extended out and sank into him. All he could do is fall to the floor in agony.

Erik’s screams were heard by no one. He watched as the woman’s feet left his apartment and closed his door. He knew that he was due to die but would never expect it to happen like this.

He woke up several hours later to the sound of ringing. The alarm clock that woke him up each morning was overwhelmingly loud. He expected the morning aches that his body produced each morning as a result of the stiffness in his joints, but he was surprised by how well he felt. The usual morning hacking didn’t follow. Erik panicked. Was he dead?

The sunlight peeking through his curtains annoyed him. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he was on the floor because of how unfamiliar the situation was. He rushed in his bedroom to silence the alarm clock and nearly scared himself. The speed at which he was able to do that was strange. Everything about this morning is strange.

When he reappeared to his living room, sure to close the curtains this time, he sat on the couch and looked down at coffee table. All of his prescription bottles were empty. Now he was panicking. He was too terminally ill for that to happen.

Then memories of last night swirled through Erik’s mind. The woman who mentioned his father. Could it be? Erik quickly shut down those theories. He was a biologist. His entire career depended on logic and reasoning and explanation. That left zero room for theories that couldn’t be scientifically proven. Erik was just having a bad dream. There was no way in hell that a bite of a strange woman just changed the course of his life.

Oh how wrong he was.

[sublimedestructivevoid]

In another universe...

An unpowered Eric Killmonger and Johnny Storm (who look surprisingly alike for some reason) battle vampires alongside Kate Bishop (who never became Hawkeye) and Hunter B-15 (who never joined the TVA).

[erikismybitch]

Crazy how I started writing that Killmonger Vampire. Story a few years back and this movie is coming out. I’m really a visionary for real lmao.

[jamiebloggie]

Blog Post Assignment #5

In my African American studies class revolving around Afrofuturism’s deep ties to Black media, we discussed Sinners this past Thursday. This particularly excited me as Sinners is a piece of media we have discussed that I have actually heard of. I found it to be particularly important since it is a film that I have discussed every race be excited about. My East Asian, South Asian, Mexican, and Black friends have all talked about wanting to go to the theaters to watch it after hearing such positive reviews, which is particularly intriguing as I’ve never heard them talk so much about a movie on multiple separate occasions since the Barbie movie. My Professor particularly made me laugh and entertained when she showed us her personal parody of a scene that she posted on Instagram. The use of vampires in the movie reminded me about all the Black short films, books, music videos, and overall media pieces we have discussed in class where the “alien figures” are metaphors towards the Black experience. Seeing Michael B Jordan participate in this movie role was also meaningful, especially after his monumental work in Black Panther as Killmonger. This role was heavily discussed in my class as Black Panther has severe Afrofuturistic ties and intense importance to the Black community. 

The second last half of class also intrigued me as we discussed a Black female musician named Missy Elliot. She is someone who I have heard about throughout my life through the media, but never knew her songs or story. So, diving into her importance and prevalence in Afrofuturism was fascinating to learn. She also slightly reminded me of Janet Jackson and Janelle Monae. The documentary not only shed a light on her relevance and importance to the Black movement, but watching her music video, “The Rain,” was also captivating. 

One random thought from class that also stuck with me was when my professor said that there were no slaves. This slightly confused me at first, but she further explained that there are only slavers and enslaved people. I haven’t heard people really utilize this terminology, but the more that I think about it, I do find it more accurate as the label ‘slaves’ is forced, belittling, and controlling of the narrative. Enslaved people did not choose to be slaves, and they were not meant to be slaves, they just were forced to be enslaved. This terminology puts more power in the victims’ humanity and exposition to the reality of the situation, which was eye opening to think about.

[magicgoose123]

i just watched sinners. spoilers ahead for sinners. it's so interesting. at times sublime. extremely violent. the film is making several arguments. i appreciate that unlike most vampire/devil movies christian magic isn't the solution. in fact christianity is stated to be something enforced on black people in america, not something they "brought with them." so the universe of this film is not only a christian universe. the relationship between christianity, blues music (as part of the lineage of west african music), and vampires is very interesting. i think the vampires are white settler colonialism? maybe not in such simple terms. the way the vampires come to be is not shown or explained so their historical meaning is a little fuzzy to me, but the first people to try and defeat them are choctaw. they don't defeat them, and the white vampires go on to hunt the black community. they say they're specifically after their blues music, which seems to hold power that the vampires recognize and desire for themselves. the initial three vampires are specifically irish and scots-irish folk music is part of their seduction. so music, especially folk music, is part of the vampire lore of this universe. the "witch" of the film, kind of a van helsing character in that she knows vampire lore and what can defeat them, is a practitioner of voodoo. so it's magic versus magic. yet she doesn't use voodoo against them, just the classic vampire lore magic like garlic and wooden stakes. also these vampires share memories with the vampire who turns them and everyone else turned by the vampires in that "lineage." the collective memory could be seen as a way of colonizing the minds of those turned. it also could be seen as a kind of shadowy, democratizing communalism--the vampires certainly seem happy to be together in that way, though also deranged. it kind of dissolves racial boundaries--the black people turned all end up dancing an irish folk tune together with the white vampires. specific ethno-cultural inheritances (including language) are combined into a new vampire polyculture. lots to think about. come to think of it maybe the vampirism isn't settler colonialism but the attempt to leave settler colonialism and cultural "baggage" behind and become one great melting pot of cultures--i think the film could have done a better job of showing why the vampires are so bad...like they make some good points. much like killmonger in black panther the antagonists make good points. of course they kill people and drink their blood and turn them into vampires but, especially in a non-christian universe, why is that such a problem? their eternal souls don't get to heaven but ok? they're "the devil" but so? they genuinely seem happy though, again, deranged. they have magic that transcends money, which one of the protagonists states early on is the only true power. he is shown to be wrong. but what does he take away from that? i don't know exactly. maybe that when money doesn't buy power in such a world, violence is the only answer. i want to understand the overall argument of the film but it's not evident to me right away.

[deathmetalangel]

ENVY’S MASTERLIST

this includes every character i write for and a link to their current personal master lists if i have works out for them (warnings may vary and minors dni)

this is in no particular order of character btw but my favorites will have a neat little asterisk

refer to what i don’t and do write in my separate post. also this is constantly being updated so don’t mind it much. you can always request a character if it’s not listed there’s no harm in asking :)

ADVENTURE TIME

- marceline*

- princess bubblegum

- marshal lee*

- finn

- fiona

AKAME GA KILL!

- esdeath*

- tatsumi

- akame

- kurome

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

- tate langdon*

- violet harmon

- kyle spencer

- nora montgomery

- moira o’hara

APEX LEGENDS

- bloodhound (no smut)

- wraith

- wattson

- octane

- loba

- revenant

- lifeline

- valkyrie

- crypto

AVATAR

- jake sulley*

- neytiri

- kiri

- neteyam*

- lo’ak

- aonung

- tsireya

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

- prince zuko*

- princess azula*

- sokka*

- katara

- aang

- suki

- yue

-jett

- ty lee

- mai

BIG MOUTH

- judd birch*

- val bilzerian*

- connie

- mona

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

- izuku midoriya

- keigo takami

- touya todoroki

- shoto todoroki

- katsuki bakugo

- himeko toga

- tomura shigaraki

- tamaki amajiki

CALL OF DUTY

- simon ‘ghost’ riley

- john ‘soap’ mctavish

- könig

- valeria garza*

- alejandro vargas*

COBRA KAI/ KARATE KID

- robby keene

- miguel diaz*

- johnny lawrence

- daniel larusso

- tory nichols

- eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz*

- demetri alexopoulos

DARLING IN THE FRANXX

- zero two

- hiro

- mitsuru*

- ichigo

DEATH NOTE

- misa amane

- light yagami

- l

DEMON SLAYER

- tanjiro kamado*

- nezuko kamado

- kyojuro rengoku*

- giyu tomioka*

- shinobu kocho

- sanemi shinazugawa*

- genya shinazugawa*

- zenitsu agatsuma

- inosuke hasibira*

- muichiro tokito

- mitsuri kanroji

- iguro obanai*

- tengen uzui

HAZBIN HOTEL/ HELLUVA BOSS

- alastor* (i fully respect his asexuality so no smut :3 since he’s not canon aro i still write for him)

- angel dust

- charlie morningstar

- vaggie

- loona

- millie

- moxxie

- verosika mayday

- stolas goetia

- barbie wire

- striker

- octavia goetia

- adam*

- lute

- lucifer morningstar*

- rosie

- the vees

HOCUS POCUS

- max dennison

- thackery binx

- sarah sanderson

MARVEL

- peter parker

- wanda maximoff

- pietro maximoff*

- tony stark

- natasha romanoff

- k'uk'ulkan*

- killmonger*

- miguel o’hara*

MID90S

- ray*

- fuckshit

- fourth grade*

- ruben (no smut)

- stevie (no smut)

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

- jesse white

- sarah fox

- ethan morgan

- benny weir*

- rory keener

- erica jones

NARUTO

- naruto uzumaki

- sasuke uchiha*

- sakura haruno

- minato namikaze

- hinata hyuga

- neji hyuga

- itachi uchiha*

- shisui uchiha*

- kakashi hatake*

- haku yuki

- pain*

- konan

- sasori

- deidara

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

- arthur morgan*

- sadie adler

- dutch van der lide

- mary linton*

- john marston

- lenny summers

- javier escuella

- mary-beth gaskill

SCREAM

- ethan landry*

- billy loomis

- stu macher

- sydney prescott

- tatum riley

STARDEW VALLEY

- alex*

- harvey

- haley*

- sam

- abigail

- emily

- shane

- sebastian

- elliott

- maru

- penny

- leah

STAR WARS

- din djarin*

- anakin skywalker*

- padme amidala*

- poe dameron

- luke skywalker

- leia skywalker

- ahsoka tano*

- han solo

- bo katan kreze

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

- charlie conway*

- adam banks*

- guy germaine

- dean portman

- julie gaffney

- connie moreau

- luis mendoza

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

- conrad fisher*

- steven conklin*

- jeremiah fisher

- belly conklin*

- taylor jewel

TWILIGHT

- alice cullen

- jasper hale*

- rosalie hale

- edward cullen

- jacob black*

- paul lahote

- leah clearwater

- seth clearwater*

- bella swan

- alec volturi*

- jane volturi

- victoria

[lboogie1906]

Michael Bakari Jordan (February 9, 1987) is an actor and film producer. He is known for his film roles in Fruitvale Station, Creed, and Black Panther. He reprised the role in Creed II, and Killmonger in What If...? and is set to star and make his directorial debut in Creed III (2022).

He was born in Santa Ana, California to Donna and Michael A. Jordan.

He broke out in television roles, including Wallace in the first season of The Wire; Reggie Montgomery on All My Children, and Vince Howard in Friday Night Lights. His other film performances include Red Tails, Chronicle, That Awkward Moment, Fantastic Four, and Just Mercy.

He received a nomination for a Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Television Movie, as a producer on the television film Fahrenheit 451. He was named one of the 100 most influential people in the world by Time magazine, as well as People’s Sexiest Man Alive. The New York Times ranked him #15 on its list of the 25 Greatest Actors of the 21st Century.

He worked as a child model for several companies and brands, including Modell’s Sporting Goods and Toys “R” Us, before deciding to embark on a career as an actor. He appeared in single episodes of the television series Cosby and The Sopranos.

His other credits include guest-starring appearances on CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Without a Trace, and Cold Case. He had a lead role in the independent film Blackout and starred in The Assistants on The-N. He appeared in the music video “Did You Wrong” by R&B artist Pleasure P.

He is slated to reteam with Coogler for the fourth time in Wrong Answer. He is set to appear in a second remake of The Thomas Crown Affair. He starred in A Journal for Jordan. He is set to appear in the vampire film Blood Brothers. His production company Outlier Society signed a first-look deal with Amazon and is developing Val-Zod, featuring an African American version of the DC Comics character Superman.

In December 2022, he was announced as part-owner of the English football club AFC Bournemouth. The club was taken over by the consortium group the Black Knights Football Club led by fellow American William Foley. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I thought Michael B Jordan with the Killmonger Grillz was too much. But that face and those lips with FANGS???? Are they trying to kill me??

Yeah all I’m saying is he needs to be a vampire in this because we’ve seen enough vampire slayers and him being a supernatural character is something he’s never done. Also…it needs to be set in Louisiana 😂