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chaneajoyyy · 2 years

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Do you know of any Halloween/fall M’Baku or T’Challa fics?

M'BAKU / T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

M'BAKU HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

shadows in the closet- @supersizemeplz

risky dreams- @eerythingisshaka

wakanda as warewolves imagines, wakandan supernatural au’s/imagines, willing heart, your worst nightmare- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

the arrival series- @muse-of-mbaku

girl of his dreams- @tchallasbabymama

T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

three king of dreams (ft. erik and m’baku (for christmas but still a little spooky), a single prick series- @supersizemeplz

fictober 27 “remember, you have to remember”; “fictober 29″ at least it can’t get any worse”- @eerythingisshaka

wakanda as warewolves imagines, wakandan supernatural au’s/imagines, your worst nightmare, noble intentions- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

ever after- @wakandan-flowerz

crossroads blues @tchallasbabymama

howl- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

***IF YOU HAVE OR KNOW ANYONE WHO HAS M'BAKU AND T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE SO I CAN ADD!!!***

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zillasvilla · 4 days

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❤️‍🔥 Welcome to Akhara’s PlayHouse ❤️‍🔥

❤️‍🔥more playboys coming soon||spam account: akharareblogs

Introduction: Akhara’s playhouse is a male centered fictional world, where they all fight for the attention of the writer. Akhara. Yup, that’s me.

Each play boy is unique in their own way, all expressing different ranges of emotion and skills. However boys will be boys, and Akhara is only one woman.

This is an eighteen plus blog containing: Mature themes, Rated-R content and pure filth. I reserved all rights to block anyone under the age of eighteen.

Roman Reigns:

Rebellion in the Shadows: Joseph Anoai replaces his father as Matai Joseph , and must now navigate his new role as chief, while wondering if his reign could match that of his father’s.

Averi makes a narrowing escape from some dangerous people. She finds her self saved by a mysterious man. Still, she keeps her walls up.

One : Two

Samuelu Island

Jey Uso:

Beyond the Lights: Soraya is a well known artist in the music industry, and her accolades reflect that. While her career may be thriving and successful. She still has a lot to learn as she faces the trials and tribulations that come with the fame.

zero : one : two : three : four : five : six : seven

Nap time

Randy Orton:

Mayhem: A planned feud goes a bit too far when two sisters pitch a story line that shifts the trajectory of the women’s division. co-written with: @keyaho

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Micheal B. Jordan:

Dadmonger Series: Erik and his wife are parents to ten-year old twin boys. Come along with them and their little family as they navigate their lives as parents.

winter party : not my sons : school bullies Mistletoe Clean up woman I wish you would He wasn’t man enough for me

Winston Duke:

International Studies Wedding Day

Chadwick Boseman:

Berlin

Trevante Rhodes: Coming Soon Cody Rhodes: Coming Soon Triple H: Coming Soon Pablo Schreiber: Coming Soon

Akhara’s Patrons: If you would like to be added, please comment on the master list. I will try to frequently update it as much as I can.

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your-averagewriter · 1 year

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Work interruptions.

Summary: Shuri enjoys calling her girlfriend from the Jabari Tribe during her work shifts bearing gifts that give homemade a whole new meaning but they can't hang out during the day so (y/n) meets her after her shifts (Shuri x fem!reader).

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: fluff, weapons, kissing?

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“(y/n) of the Jabari Tribe, your council is sought by the leaders of the Golden Tribe.” A warrior of a lower rank requests.

“Permission to leave,” I ask of M’Baku who’s slumped in his chair.

“Yes, yes.” He says dismissing me with a wave of his hand before continuing the meeting that was interrupted by the announcement. This has happened multiple times now, Shuri summons me to her home for unimportant reasons.

Grabbing hold of my sword I hop down from the platform I was standing on and I follow the warrior out of the room. He leads me out of the building and towards the hangar.

“I can escort myself, thank you,” I say, a serious, authoritative tone in my voice. It’s hard to get taken seriously when you’re only 17, a woman and the warriors ranked below you are all taller and older than you. But he nods before exiting.

I make my way to my speeder, yes I know sounds like some science fiction but it’s not, Shuri designed it for me. Quickly, I mount it and fly to the Golden Tribe’s palace. I drop off my speeder in their hangar before announcing myself to the guards. They lead me through the building and to the lab even though I already know the way.

“You requested my presence?” I ask bowing to Shuri slowly before standing up straight.

“Yes, my love. Come here.” She says waving me towards what I assume is a new creation of hers. She starts explaining about the small object, a bracelet of beads by the looks of it. She ties it around my wrist and explains what it does and how it will help keep me safe.

“Princess, I am on duty, you cannot keep calling me over when you are not in danger or there is no reason of importance,” I say and she looks disappointed.

“But I miss you in the day. You’re always so busy!” She says.

“I’ll come back later when I’m off-duty,” I say trying to appease her.

“Ugh fine.” She says, begrudgingly.

“Do you need anything else, princess?” I ask bowing again.

“Yes, actually.” She points to her cheek and I sigh but walk over anyway. I kiss her on the cheek before leaving the room.

“You look very pretty today, goodbye, my love,” I say before heading back to my post in the mountains.

The rest of the day is fairly calm, not much happens apart from the usual security at M’Baku’s meetings. Otherwise, it’s an easy day although the time that I relax will be the time I’m caught off guard.

Taking off my armour, I place it on the armour stand before pulling on some more casual clothes, a mesh bodysuit with a pair of black trousers and chunky boots - not the most practical but great for kicking people with.

Heading towards the Golden Tribe palace for the second time this day I suddenly hear a voice from the beaded bracelet, jumping slightly I’m awakened by it.

“(y/n), are you almost here?” Shuri’s voice sounds through the beads.

“Shuri? I that you?” I ask holding the beads in front of my mouth, my mind completely ‘boggled’.

“Yes, my lover, it is me. You need not hold the beads so close to your mouth.” She says with a chuckle.

“Why are you in the beads?” I ask shaking my wrist.

“I am not in the beads, I promise. It’s a telecom like in the fighter jets.”

“Okay, if you’re sure…” I trail off.

“So, are you almost here?” She asks again.

“Yes, I’ll be with you in mere minutes, be patient, my dear.” I say before tapping the beads trying to ‘hang up’.

“Excellent.” She says before a small beep sound is made and her voice disappears. Pulling up to my ear I shake it once more before shrugging and moving on.

Minutes later I arrive at the same palace and I’m escorted in once again by two guards.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice from in front of me.

“King T’Challa,” I say before kneeling on one knee and bowing my head, the guards behind me do the same.

T’Challa chuckles. “Surely, we are past this now, are we not (y/n)?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say with my head bowed still.

“There is no need for you to kneel and bow to me, are we not better friends than that, how long have you been dating Shuri? 2, or 3 years? Come on now, surely we moved past these formalities a while ago.” He says with a laugh, holding his hand out to me.

I take it hesitantly with a gracious smile. “I guess so, King T’Challa.”

“Just T’Challa, please.” He says before shaking my hand and looking behind me. “Do they not let you in here unaccompanied?” He says and I shake my head. “Well, from now on (y/n) does not need to be accompanied within my home, it is safe and I trust her.” He says to the guards and almost immediately they retreat back to the main doors. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” Placing his hands behind his back.

“Of course not.” We continue walking towards the laboratory.

Conversation is made, the usual ‘how are you’s and ‘how’s work’, the usual until we make it to the lab.

“(y/n) finally!” I hear as soon as I step foot in the lab, the next thing I see is her running towards me. She wraps her arms around me.

“Shuri, as adorable as this is moment is, give the woman some space.” He chuckles.

“Go away brother, why are you even here?” She asks, jokingly grimacing at him.

“I’ll leave, I’ll leave.” He says placing his hands in the air in a mock surrender before backing away towards the door. “I don’t want to interrupt you two.”

“Yes, get out of my lab!” She yells as he opens the door and leaves.

“I missed you today, my love.” I say as she’s still gripping onto me. “I’m guessing you did as well.”

“Of course,” She pulls away from me but stays holding onto my hand. “Come on, I’ve got something extra for you.”

She picks something small off of the side and places it into my hand and closes my palm. Re-opening my palm I inspect the two small objects against my skin. Two earrings it looks like, they’re made of a pale blue gem like material with metal coatings. They’re beautiful.

“They match your bracelet and they work very similarly - they have qualities that help track you and protect you.”

“They are really pretty.” I say admiring them.

“Try them on.” she says, leading me over towards one fo the full body mirrors. I change out my old ones which are plain balls of metal whilst the new ones are blue gems. Checking myself in the mirror, I look at the earrings and how well they match my outfit before turning to Shuri.

“They’re beautiful. I love you.” I say, kissing her gently.

“Thank you, I couldn’t make a second pair in time for your arrival so that’s my pair, you can have them, they’ll keep you safe.” I shake my head.

“You are the princess, sister of the king, you need to be safe and protected, I am a warrior I’m of no high status and am a target of little persecution - you need these more than me.” I say starting to take out the earrings.

“No, no, (y/n), you don’t need to, I’ll be able to make a second pair sometime tomorrow and I’ll be safe until then.”

“Who is gonna keep you safe until then?”

“You, I guess you’re staying the night babe unless you want to leave me entirely defenceless. What would I do without you?” She says with a smirk before pecking me on the lips.

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AN: I just saw Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and I'm in love with everyone in the movie all over again.

This a reminder that Shuri is at a minimum of 16 and a maximum of 19 so please don't be creepy and read this if you're like 30 - I am a minor and so is the character. In this fic specifically, Shuri is either 16 or 17 so just don't be creepy.

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lostmyaccountagain · 2 years

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regarding wakanda forever namor and tenoch huerta

please remember that this is an indigenous man, PLEASE i am begging. we are not dead. we are very much alive, and you need to respect us. as a nahua woman i am going to say some things to make sense of our identities and to help you all get a better understanding of how to respect us and to respect the actor and character.

starting out

no not all mexicans are indigenous, no not all mexicans are mexica (very very few are, its one of the rarest tribes/clans/pueblos to be descended of), and no, aztecs no longer exist (in the way you think)

our tribes/clans in latin america are not like our northern native relatives but as commonly done i will use terms like tribe and clan to further explain in an easier way for people to understand.

nahuas are not mexica, those that are mexicas can be nahua and usually are nahua, many of our tribes/clans were organized into pueblos (reminiscent of greek city-states), which is what the mexica did, the mexica were in the area thats now known as cdmx/mexico city, when the spanish colonizers arrived the mexica were known as aztecs because thats the empire that was ruling at the time, the aztec empire had something called the triple alliance which was an alliance between 3 pueblos (tribes/clans) making up the empire, the aztec empire is also commonly referred to as the triple alliance because of that, and when the aztec empire fell so did the title of aztec, aztecs no longer exist because the empire is long gone while mexica (the tribe) does indeed still exist though in smaller numbers. nahuas are a people, considered a tribe by many if we use northern indigenous terms but again, organized into pueblos.

nahua is the people, nahuatl is the language, and many pueblos throughout mexico and latin america call themselves by their own pueblo names. nahuatl is considered a closed language to white people by many of our elders, and if you are white its asked that you refrain from learning or using it as our people were punished for it, its a privilege to speak or write it and its a privilege many of us do not have.

most of the things you see online regarding aztec/mexica/nahua stuff has been whitewashed and is from white supremacists and white scholars that tell inaccurate information or is from mexican nationalists that purposely misinform others, please ask a nahua person if you have any questions regarding our culture, my dm’s will also be open!

#tenoch huerta #marvel #black panther #wakanda forever #chadwick boseman #marvel phase five #marvel phase four #marvel phase 4 #marvel phase 5 #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic rec #poc reader #pocsource #namor the sub mariner #t’challa #king killmonger #black panther killmonger #namor mckenzie

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chrlvctius · 1 year

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I miss this era of black panther:(( this shuri too:( 🤍

#shuri udaku #black panther #chadwick boseman #t'challa #letitia wright shuri #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright #wakanda forever #sub mariner #namor #queen ramonda #riri williams #general okoye #attuma #slaytheday #wakanda #i love girls #we slay #this era

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buckybarnessunflower · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Chadwick

Hey Everyone I hope you're having a great day today <3

Today November 29th is Chadwick's birthday, he was such a phenomenally wonderful person that radiated joy and happiness even though he was going through such a difficult time in his life before he passed.

My heart aches for his family and friends that I know miss him dearly, especially his wife. While I know that most of us did not have the honor of actually meeting Chadwick in person I just want to take time to highlight that we have the opportunity to donate to his foundation.

The link to his foundation is here >>>>>> Chadwick Boseman

I know times for most are really hard and by no means so you have to donate, I just thought that I would provide the information for people who may want to.

You can also give via instagram by going to the foundations insta page and following those directions <3

If you can't donate please just remember Chadwick, remember his life and legacy and the smiles that he gave us anytime we saw him on screen or on the red carpet or on interviews or etc.

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Cradle of Life

Title: Pandora's Box

Summary: After your father’s death, you’re sent a box of his belongings. Come to find out, one of your father’s enemies is after said belongings so you reach out to a few of your friends for help.

Warnings: mentions of a deceased parent; it’s a bit slow in this part, just to get some build up; other parts will be a little bit more mature; I don’t think there’s a lot of warnings in this part to look out for. I do apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 1,461

It was a beautiful day in the countryside of Surrey. You enjoyed the quietness that the country had to offer and you had just sat down in your lovely sitting room with a fresh cup of coffee. When you weren’t out on an archeological dig, you enjoyed the quiet life which is why you picked the house that you did. It brought you a sense of peace when you needed it. You sigh in content at that first sip of coffee, savoring the flavor for a moment before swallowing. Just as you were setting your mug down, you heard the doorbell ring. Your Egyptian Mau perks her head up and hisses at the sound causing you to chuckle. How dare someone disturb her slumber. You get up from your seat and make your way to the front door as the doorbell rings again. When you get to the front door, you twist the doorknob and open the elegant oak doors. A post office man greets you with a smile as he holds a small box. You watch him as he reads the address label.

“Lady Y/n Y/l/n?” He looks back up at you with a raised brow.

You narrow your eyes for a moment before answering. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Can you sign here?” He asks as he holds out his electronic device for you to sign for the package.

“I suppose you don’t know what’s in here?” You inquire as you scribble your name on the screen.

He shrugs his shoulders as he replies. “Haven’t a clue but here ya go.” He hands you the box and you accept it. “Have a good one.”

“Thanks, you too.”

You examine the box as you close the door with your barefoot and the door clicks when it latches. You can’t help but feel a little skeptical at this whole situation. Who the hell would send you something? The name on the box sounded familiar but you weren’t quite sure how you knew the name. You made your way to your office and set the box down gently on the desk. Taking a letter opener, you open the box and find several objects inside of it. But the thing that catches your attention is the envelope sitting on top with your father’s seal on it. Carefully, you pick up the letter and slowly sink into the chair behind you. A tear rolls down your cheek as you gently begin to open the envelope. A gasp escapes your lips as you recognize the handwriting, this had to be from your father. You cover your mouth with your hand as you begin to read the letter.

“My darling daughter,

If you’re reading this it is because something happened to me and I’m no longer with you. But my death was not for nothing.I died trying to protect the world and trying to protect you, my blossom. But it seems that I’ve failed that mission and must now pass it along to you. Do you remember the stories that I told you about the Luna Temple and how it contained a map to Pandora’s box?”

How could you not? Your father was obsessed with trying to find it.

“...It turns out, I was right. Inside the box is the very map that will lead you to Pandora’s box along with the key that goes with the map. I hate to unload this burden on you but you must not let these items fall into the wrong hands. I truly believe you will do the right thing and do what you can to protect this world.

With all my love,

Father”

You take a moment to let the words sink in as they hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t believe it, your father actually found the Luna Temple. Shaking your head in disbelief, you set the letter to the side and you stand back up to observe the other items. The first thing you pull out is a small, gold coin with what looks like a person playing a type of instrument engraved on it and it also has what looks like sound waves engraved on it. Your brows furrow together as you rub your thumb over the engraving. You set the coin next to the letter and you pull out the golden orb. Carefully, you examine the orb and find it quite entrancing. You notice how it seems to have a map of the world on it and all around the orb are small black dots. As you continue to study the orb, you begin to realize that they form some sort of pattern but aren’t entirely sure what it means. You couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated, if only you had all of the time in the world you could probably figure it out. But something’s telling you that’s not an option. So, you grab the coin as you make your way towards the back door.

Briskly walking across the manicured lawn, you head towards a small trailer located at the back of your property which is nestled right in front of the tree line. Carefully putting the coin in the same hand as the orb, you use your free hand to bang on the trailer door. You wait a few seconds before you hear any kind of movement. You were just about to pound on the door again when it swung open and out pops a yawning, Jake Jensen. You tilt your head at him as you eye him up and down. He’s in nothing but a pair of boxers with a sheet draped over him and his glasses are a little skewed.

“Jake, there are eight bedrooms in the house. Why can’t you sleep inside?” You ask him as he yawns again.

Jake tiredly chuckles before yawning yet again. “Well, I’m a free spirit, me.” He squints as he takes in his surroundings, frowning as he breathes in the fresh air. “What’s that smell?”

Your friend was known for sleeping in late. To him, anything before noon was early. “Ten in the morning. Come on, we’ve got work to do.”

Jake groans in response but when he notices the orb in your hand, he becomes a little more interested in it. “Give me five minutes.”

“Very well.” You then turn and head back towards the house as Jake retreats into his trailer to get ready.

True to his word, Jake was ready within five minutes and when he got everything set up in the office, you proceeded to tell him everything. During that time, he had recorded the orb and was currently uploading the images to his laptop. He had also taken a few pictures of the coin and your father’s letter to upload to the computer. As the two of you were waiting for the images to finish uploading, you were brushing on your history with Pandora’s box. Jake was tossing a hacky sack back and forth as he waited when your butler, Edwin Jarvis, stepped into the room.

“May I get you two anything?” He offers, getting both yours and Jake’s attention.

You smile at the man that’s been like a second father to you. “I’m fine, thank you though, Edwin.”

He nods his head at you. “And you, sir?”

“I wouldn’t say no to some coffee J-man.” Jake requests.

Edwin does his best to suppress the eye-roll but fails miserably. “Of course.”

“Edwin, ignore him. Jake, you can get your own damn coffee.” You bite back at Jake. Jake meant well but he knew how much Edwin hated that nickname.

Jake groans as he gets up from his chair and follows Edwin out of the office, the pair bickers as they leave. You return your attention to the book you were reading, although it was nothing new to you. The story of Pandora was almost a regular bedtime story. A sigh escapes you and you begin to rub your temples as you try to relieve any kind of stress. A clear of the throat causes you to lift your head and look towards the doorway. Edwin is standing there with his hands intertwined in front of him.

“Yes, Edwin?” You could tell he wanted to say something.

“I apologize if I’m overstepping but you may want to consider contacting him.”

You groan at the thought of that as you look over to the picture to your left. A picture of you and who you thought was friend, Rick O’Connell. “Yeah, I’ve already thought about it and I think you’re right.”

“Who knows, maybe he’s changed.” Edwin says, you could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his response. “Yeah, for some reason, I highly doubt that Edwin.”

#cradle of life au #marvel au #a tomb raider fanfiction #rick o'connell #jake jensen the losers #edwin jarvis #alexander pierce #brock rumlow #wakanda #tchalla #shuri #helmut zemo #marvel fanfiction #brendan fraser #chris evans characters #chris evans #chadwick boseman

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griots-tales · 2 years

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Black Panther masterlist headers (T'Challa)

bonus:

[Please like if you save and reblog if you use <3]

(Masterlist)

Requests are open! I also do personalized headers.

#t'challa #black panther #black panther headers #black panther masterlist #black panther fanfiction #chadwick boseman #griots tales #fanfiction #black panther fic #wakanda #smut

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 1 year

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I love the concept of faceclaims in fanfiction.

It makes me feel like a movie director, hiring out actors (yes I KNOW it’s the casting directors job but work with me here) to play roles in my movies aka fanfics.

Maybe I want to hire Ewan Mitchell to play Amy Dunne’s psychotic long lost brother in a fic, maybe I want to throw Chadwick Boseman (R.I.P. ) into a Bleach fanfiction, who knows?

I love it I can bring to life absolutely unknown OCs merely by saying hey they look like so-and-so

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic #chadwick boseman #ewan mitchell #rosamund pike #random musings

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chaneajoyyy · 2 years

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Is there a fic where TChalla is in America and he almost gets arrested for something I can’t remember what but he had to convince police that he was the King of Wakanda

Yes! There is! And I’m pretty sure that was one of @brihann ‘s t’challa x blackactress!reader stories in the story universe. I’m sure I have it somewhere in my tags. Can’t remember the title of the story but I do know it exists!

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let’s chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk t’challa fanfiction #talk marvel fanfiction #talk black panther fanfiction #t’challa x black!reader #t’challa x actress!reader #t’challa fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #chadwick boseman fanfiction #impremenior

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justwriteryan · 7 months

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Think of this as an alternate intro to Wakanda Forever. I wondered how the rest of the MCU reacted to the news.

THE NEWS

Interior shot. A man walks past a domed window at the head of an ornate wooden staircase. He rubs his temples. As he descends the stairs and comes into view we see the man is DOCTOR STEPHEN STRANGE. We are in his Sanctum Sanctorum in Greenwich Village. Strange walks into the Sanctum’s impressive living room, where his friend and colleague (and boss) WONG sits on a couch sipping an herbal tea.

STRANGE: I don’t know if I’m possessed or crazy but I keep hearing these voices in my head. It’s like somebody chanting. Or even…

WONG: Singing.

STRANGE: You’ve heard it too.

WONG: Only the most powerful magic users of this dimension can hear it. You. Me. Mordo.

STRANGE: So what is it?

WONG: The Choir of Kings. It can only be heard in this dimension when the gates of the Astral Plane have been opened.

STRANGE: And why would…oh.

WONG: Yes.

Wong pours Strange a cup of tea. Strange accepts the cup and joins him on a nearby armchair. The pair drink in silence.

Exterior shot. A bustling seaside village full of tourists, Vikings and aliens. The sign by the entrance reads WELCOME TO NEW ASGARD. In her office at the Asgardian Town Hall, King Valkyrie is poring over various documents and scrolls. Her assistant, MIEK enters the room chittering wildly. Valkyrie doesn’t look up.

VAL: Spit it out, Miek.

Miek slams a piece of paper onto her desk. Val reads it.

VAL: Is this true?

VAL: Thor said he was the first to come through the portals in the last stand against Thanos. Midgard just lost one of its bravest men.

Miek says nothing.

VAL: Arrange a tribute. Immediately. One worthy of Valhalla.

Interior shot. A coffee shop in Lower Manhattan. The news has now reached the mainstream media. A “Breaking News” alert spins onto the screen of the TV above customer’s heads. Noticing the change in atmosphere, some kid named PETER PARKER raises his head from a pile of textbooks and reads the headline sailing across the screen.

KING T’CHALLA, SOVEREIGN RULER OF WAKANDA HAS DIED.

PETER: Oh, man…

Flashback to the airport battle in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR as Peter recalls his first real superhero fight. We see clips of his own vlog footage from the beginning of SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING and we hear his initial reaction to seeing Black Panther.

SPIDER-MAN: Whoa, who’s that new guy?

His voice echoes through his mind as he returns to the present. He looks around the room as people congregate under the TV screen and read the news alerts on their phones. Somebody notices him and glances in their direction. Instinctively, Peter bows his head and buries himself once again in his books.

Exterior shot. A U.S. Army airfield. SAM WILSON the new CAPTAIN AMERICA, currently in civilian attire walks across the tarmac. Soldiers salute as he passes. He nods back at them. He’s on the phone.

SAM: You seen the news?

Interior shot. A sparse Brooklyn apartment. On the other end of the call is BUCKY BARNES, the WINTER SOLDIER. He’s holding the phone to his ear but looking at something across the room.

BUCKY: Yeah. I saw.

Pan around to reveal what’s holding Bucky’s attention. A bracelet of Wakandan kimoyo beads sit on a small table. Hovering in the air above is a projection-hologram of the late King T’Challa, unmasked and standing proudly. Below him is a single line of text:

GLORY TO T’CHALLA. WAKANDA FOREVER.

END.

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dontdodrugs-dome · 9 months

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✨Y/n l/n Wikipedia ✨

Name : y/n l/n

Parents : y/f/n y/m/n

Date of birth : D/O/B

Occupation : broadway singer / actress

Y/n l/n started her career at the age of 8 she played the daughter of late actor Chadwick Boseman in black panther , she later on played the first black Annie in 2014 when she was 10 that’s where she quote on quote started to take her singing career “more seriously ” she never cared for her singing skills until then .

Later on she scored her first every broadway role on Hamilton after her role of Annie In the 2014 remake Annie , she was the first young actress to be nominated for an Oscar , everyone she worked with got attached she was quote on quote a bright soul not only did she attract people by her voice but also by her gracefulness.

The marvel/Hamilton cast still support her through thick and thin she even had her childhood Bestfriend Jack Harlow with her along the way , the two were later on rumored to be together which was quickly debunked later on with the actress coming out and saying she wants to focus on her goals and career while many were still in denial many also respected her privacy .

A/n - Ik the timeline don’t makes sense but this is literally FanFiction ….. it doesn’t make sense regardless

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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hello folks,

i see quite a few people being inspired by hbcu!shuri and wanting to write their own.

first off, let me just say i am very glad that y'all are inspired by me. it's a concept that i'm proud of very much and wanted to share with the world.

however: there does come some limits.

i'm not necessarily bothered by other people writing hbcu!shuri— i just seriously ask you to tag me and acknowledge me as the creator.

this may sound really conceited or some shit, but i had writers block for about 9 months straight after writing two will poulter fanfictions.

i'm very proud of myself for being able to write after all this time and the fact that this concept is so successful really tells me something about myself and i'm incredibly happy.

i've wrote fanfiction since.. i wanna say 2013, and i don't think i've had something this successful in my hands since i wrote for chadwick boseman on wattpad back in 2018.

anyways, as long as you interact with my work, don't steal literal ideas from my followers that inbox me their requests (people do this all the time.. not specifically to me but to others, its weird. not even my content but theirs.), and give credit, we cool! and dont you dare try writing hbcu!shuri if you aren't black and also try to change reader from being black. you are getting blocked immediately & reported.

also, i encourage artists to draw hbcu!shuri. i have some doodles of her in my sketchbook but i cant do digital lol

love yall, thank you always!

#you betta speak samwich #sam is obsessed with shuri

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honestlyitsjustsam · 2 years

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Tag Nine People You Want To Get To Know Better

Fav Color: hmm probably purple and black

Currently reading: aside from fanfictions..a book named Limitless by Jim Kwix

Last song: Alright by Kendrick Lamar..i miss Chadwick Boseman..

Last series: as in Tv series? The Boys

Last movie: Thor: Love and Thunder

Sweet/spicy/savory: SWEET :3

Relationship status: 0 bitches i fear mr.megamind

Favorite food: hmm anything that has a chicken in it probably

Song stuck in my head: How Long by Tove Lo god pls listen to it!!!

Last thing I googled: omg its "Starbucks Siren's Blend Price"

Dream vacation: honestly? Somewhere warm like Mediterranean countries, like Greece, Italy, Malta, Spain etc.

Currently working on: hmm i was thinking of drawing Cypher and his family and add a little bit of angst

tagged by: @hvstias @ellemany @brewing-radianite @gunsforarms thank you for tagging me dears <333

tagging: @fizzie-bubbles @snestendo @hextechmaturgy @dampam @mrbruhcoolman69 @khuzena @filthygroove @killerspinal if you would like to participate <3

#love tagging gamess #thoughts

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princess-aziza · 2 years

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You know what sucks? I wanna be excited for the new Black Panther movie. I wanna see how they pay tribute to Chadwick Boseman and how the characters struggle to move forward after T'challa's death and how the legacy of the Black Panther continues.

But I can't. I literally cannot feel anything but the slightest hint of interest, like "Oh this might be good, I'll have to watch this one day."

Because Marvel has done the impossible. I am absolutely SICK of Marvel. I can't watch my favorite scenes without turning them off two minutes in. I can't put Avengers on as background noise. I can't even read freaking FANFICTION without immediately opening a new tab.

I'm all Marvelled out

#rant post #marvel #black panther #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #i just can't

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Cradle of Life: Part Six

Title: Welcome to Wakanda

Summary: After your father’s death, you’re sent a box of his belongings. Come to find out, one of your father’s enemies is after said belongings so you reach out to a few of your friends for help.

Warnings: gun violence/mentions of guns; character death (the Dora Milaje); and I think that’s it. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s note: Sorry, not a lot is happening in this one, but I promise a lot happens in the next one!

Wordcount: 1,417

The three of you had just jumped out of a plane, after changing into something a little more comfortable and you were all gliding through the air with your parachutes open. You had spotted T’Challa driving a jeep along with another person driving a second jeep. You reach up and press a button on your bluetooth earpiece and wait for T’Challa to answer.

“T’Challa? How are you?” You ask genuinely, a smile tugging up on the corner of your lips.

“Y/n?” He inquires, you can hear the confusion in his voice and see him shift around in his seat.

“You had the jeeps cleaned.” You comment.

T’Challa chuckles at your observation. “I know how you like your equipment!” He pauses briefly as he looks around. “Where are you? I can’t see you.”

“Don’t worry, I can see you.” You couldn’t help but smirk.

“Where are you coming from now?” T’Challa asks again.

“Keep going straight, keep your speed steady.” You instruct.

You and Rick land in the jeep that T’Challa is driving and instantly release your parachutes. Zemo lands in the jeep next to you and does the same thing.

A bright smile forms on T’Challa’s face as you take a seat next to him. “Y/n! Welcome back! Do you ever do anything the easy way?”

“And risk disappointing you?” You quip back, your own smile tugging up on your lips. As T’Challa continues to drive, you glance over to the mountains. A feeling comes over you but you can’t quite place it. “T’Challa, we’ve never been here, have we?”

“We didn’t come to this area before. Why?” He replies, glancing over at you.

“I’ve seen that mountain before. The box is there somewhere.” You inform T’Challa.

Rick takes a moment to look over at the mountains, they were quite majestic. He still had moments of disbelief that he was even on this mission helping you.

“The locals call it ‘The Mountain of God’. There’s a tribe that makes a home on it that might help us.” T’Challa responds and he continues to drive towards the mountain.

When you get to the base of the mountain, you and your group, along with a few of T’Challa’s men start the journey to the location of where this tribe is at. You were instantly greeted by the tribe’s warrior and after T’Challa explained why you were there, they led you to where the chief was. As they lead you to him, T’Challa explains to you that the warriors were an elite group of women called the Dora Milaje and that they were very well respected. You watch as the warrior women make a half circle behind their leader. You stand next to T’Challa with Rick and Zemo behind you and T’Challa begins to translate as the leader speaks in their native dialect.

“He says, ‘leave this object and go. And never speak of it. To trespass on The Cradle of Life is to risk flooding the world with death.’”

You glance over at T’Challa before looking back at the chief and making eye contact with him. T’Challa translates for you as you reply. “Men are coming for the box. Unlike me, they won’t look at it with fear or respect. They will open it and they want to use it. I apologize if I have to disturb your gods to keep this from happening. But I will do whatever I must.”

The chief lifts his head, straightening himself up before he speaks up again and T’Challa translates. “Do you truly understand what you are doing? Are you truly prepared for what you are about to learn? Some secrets must remain secrets. These are very heavy burdens, very lonely burdens. If you find the box, you will have to carry them.”

You nod your head as you reply. “I am prepared sir.”

T’Challa begins to translate again. “He warns that no one who has looked for the box has come back. He says, ‘the land beyond the canyon belongs to the Shadow Guardians.”

You couldn’t help but interrupt to make sure you heard him correctly. “Shadow Guardians?” The chief nods his head in response.

“They do not sleep. They never rest. They move like the wind. And anything that walks their land will die.” T’Challa translates as the chief explained further.

“And the Cradle itself?” You inquire and T’Challa translates for you.

“Only with the orb can it be revealed. Inside, you will find a place of madness. Sky and Earth are one. Direction, meaningless.” T’Challa finishes his translating pausing briefly before continuing. “He’s going to give us twenty of his finest warriors to take us as far as they can, to The Cradle of Life where the box is hidden.”

Along with the twenty warriors, the chief also insisted on a guide which happened to be T’Challa’s sister, Shuri. You all had been walking for a good couple of hours with the hot African sun beating down on you. Sweat had long started to form all over your body. A strong feeling comes over you and you could feel that you were getting closer.

“We’re getting closer.”

T’Challa and Shuri exchange a look, as do Rick and Zemo who were right behind you.

Shuri speaks up but she only speaks in their native language so T’Challa translates. “She said you’re right. The Cradle of Life lies near the summit. She wants to know how you knew.”

“The orb.” You say simply.

Shuri and T’Challa converse amongst themselves before T’Challa speaks up again. “She says she will not turn back with the others. She’ll go as far as we go. She will fight the Shadow Guardians.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re very brave.” You pause as Shuri and T’Challa start to laugh at what Shuri had just said. “What is she saying?”

T’Challa smirks as he tries to control his laughter. “That your accent is funny.”

You couldn’t help but laugh yourself but before you could actually reply, the sound of approaching helicopters catches not only your attention but everyone’s. The sound of the blades whirring ring in your ears as they pick up dirt and the blades continue to spin. You yell out to the others and motion for them to stay back.

“Get back! Get back! Get down! Get down!”

It was no use though. A few of the Dora Milaje ran forward to attack with nothing but their spears and Pierce’s men immediately shot them. Once the shooting stopped and the helicopter was killed, Pierce stepped out of one of the choppers followed closely by Brock. Pierce stops a few feet in front of you and he takes a moment to eye your group before bringing his attention back to you. He removes the handgun that’s in a holster on his hip and begins to examine it as he speaks up.

“Thank you, Y/n, for leading us here. Although, I guess I should be thanking your father as well, for sending you the orb. However, you’ve seen the exact position. You could save me hours, days even. Help me, I’ll make it worth your while.”

You look around to see that you’re surrounded by Pierce and his brutes. You narrow your gaze when you look back at Pierce and let out a huff. “No.”

Pierce starts tutting at you. “Think of what I’m offering you. A chance to find out how it all began. Life, Y/n, the origin of what we are. Don’t tell me you’re not tempted.”

You couldn't help but scoff. “THat’s what got Pandora into trouble.”

“They told me you wouldn’t do it,” Pierce nods to Brock who then motions to someone behind him. Next thing you know, you heard two men bickering and the voices sound awfully familiar. “And I told them you would, rather than lose two of your closest friends. Take us to the Cradle of Life.”

Edwin and Jake are now in front of you and they look badly beaten. You can tell they’re sorry just by looking them in the eye. You try to weigh your options but nothing seems to work or where it wouldn’t end in a massacre. You then hear T’Challa whispering in your ear.

“It’s Just beyond the canyon, remember? Such a short walk might save your friends.” T’Challa gives a knowing look and you instantly get what he’s trying to hint at.

You then look back at Pierce. “Well, if it spares my friends, I’m up for a walk.”

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