#malice nakia

[docgold13]

365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

Supporting Character Supplemental - Nakia

Nakia was born of the Q'Noma Valley Tribe and was trained from an early age to serve among the Dora Milaje, the elite guard to the throne.  During her time with the Dora Milaje, Nakia formed strong feelings toward T’Challa and was heartbroken when her romantic ovations were not reciprocated by the king.  

Nakia left Wakanda for America where she used her skills to act as a mercenary, operating under the alias of ‘Malice.’  

When Nakia learned that T’Challa had become romantically involved Monica Lynne she became terribly jealous.  So intense was Nakia’s envy that she plotted to murder Lynne.  This led to a battle between Malice and The Black Panther.  Malice was defeated and banished from Wakanda as punishment for her transgression.  

Later, Malice ended up aiding her former sisters among the Dora Milaje in battling an ancient weapon called Mimic 27.  Malice fought valiantly and sacrificed herself to assure victory.  Her past crimes were expunged and Nakia was laid to rest in a traditional ceremony for fallen Dora Milaje.  

A much more heroic version of Nakia features in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, portrayed by actress Lupita Nyong'o.  The comic book version of Nakia first appeared in Black Panther Vol. 3 #1 (1998). 

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Nakia #Malice #Black Panther #Lupita Nyong'o #cut-out #paper art

[tallulahchanel]

Malice (Snippet)

Here it is!!!!! I hope y'all enjoy it!!!

(gif from @stars-bean)

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Nakia laid flat on the table, unsure of the reason adrenaline coursed through her veins. Nervousness or excitement for the events that were about to occur. The herb could work, increasing her strength and other abilities, or it could fail, leaving her dead and Kya without her only sister. She turned her head to the side and grasped her omncinci's hand, caressing her knuckles silently. She didn't have to say it, the gratitude for her sister's presence showed in her eyes.

      Kya leaned down and gave her sister a kiss on the forehead. She lingered for a bit, as if this would be the last intimate moment between them. Finally, she rose up and locked eyes with her best friend. "What will happen to Nakia's spirit when she takes this herb? Will she see our mother?"

      "I don't know," Shuri said with a heavy sigh. Not having all the answers was really messing with Shuri's head, but nonetheless, they were going to fix this, for the sake of the royal family and Wakanda as a whole. "Nakia," she addressed her while lifting the mortar that contained water mixed with Jefurio herb, the liquid glowing pink. "I am granting you the power of the Jefurio herb for to make you strong, faster, and give you the ability to seduce men without their control."

      As she brought it to Nakia's lips, the War Dog drank the contents. Soon, the herb pulses through her veins that glowed pink against her skin. She closed her eyes, suddenly overtaken by the visions of herself at eighteen in the Echo Chambers, the cave, the scary woman she faced, and how fast she ran out of there.

      "Relax, Nakia," Kya's words of comfort were almost drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat and her breathing feeling her ears. The only thing that made Nakia aware of her sister was the way she rubbed soothing circles on her belly as she guided her through a breathing exercise. "It's okay."

      That was the last thing she heard before everything blacked out.

~~~

"I am not afraid," her own voice came through her ears. "I'm not afraid."

      The sound of snapping stick startled her and she popped her eyes open while a gasp emitted from her lips. Once she was sure the danger had passed, she got a look at her surroundings, seeing that she was in a jungle where everything was a shade of pink. The leaves of the trees and plants were a fiery rose color, while the small bits of sky she could see were a carnation shade. Even the dirt below was salmon pink. After a minute, she realized this jungle was very familiar, and she began her trek down a path she hadn't taken since she was eighteen. That was decades ago, yet she remembered the way. She soon came to a dead-end and inched close enough to remove a leaf, revealing the words etched on a pink stone.

Echo Chambers - the same place she was told to go on that faithful day.

      "7." She waited patiently for the projection to tell her she was right and she could go. Instead, the projection just went away, then...nothing.

      She took off her boots as she did those years ago and entered the cave, hearing that horrid crunching sound. She walked until she came across the familiar drum. Instead of taking a seat on the floor like she did then, she stayed on her feet and tapped the drum with the stick. A loud sound erupted and Nakia had to cover her ears to prevent a migraine. When the sound stopped, she looked up and saw nothing, and that made her furrow her brows in confusion. That was until a projection came across the wall in front of her that read: 6 ÷ 2(1+2). This was the same test she had all those years ago, so she gave the same answer she did then.

      "Didn't matter what the answer was," a voice from behind startled her. "What mattered was how confident you were in your answer, but because you hesitated and second guessed yourself, you failed."

      Nakia's eyes widen at what she saw in front of her.

      Sitting on a throne that looked exactly like the king's throne, Malice sat crossed-legged from her. She didn't look how she did all those years ago when she had dark eyes and a gray tint in her skin. This woman looked exactly as she did in that moment. Neat bantu knots, green leather pants, and a matching tank-top. The only thing that distinguished them were the fact that she wore green boots, and had a vibranium whip at her side.

      "Hello, Nakia," she greeted her with an intimidated smirk.

     "Malice," Nakia whispered to herself.

       The anti closed her eyes and inhaled, delighted that Nakia had left her fear and insecurity open for her to soak up. "You were always scared of me. I liked that."

      "What are you?"

      Malice leaned back in the seat as if it was her rightful place."I'm your anger, your unresolved grief, your sadness. I am what you could be if you weren't so always in control, so protective of yourself. You put on a facade that you're okay, but really you just want to scream and make people listen."

      "What do you want from me?"

      "It's not about what I want, it's about what you deserve."

      Nakia shook her head. "I don't understand."

      Malice smiled and released a contented sigh. "Sitting on this throne makes me feel strong, powerful, like all my hard work has paid off."

      "Hard work? Your work was built on the back of the people you hurt, the ones you tried to kill."

      "Building an empire means sacrifices must be made, and they were the sacrifices."

      Nakia shook her head again. "I don't know what you want, but know that I'm going to stop you."

      Malice chuckled darkly, making Nakia even more uncomfortable. "Stop me? You're willing to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime." She got up from the throne and walked over to Nakia, lifting her chin. "I don't want to fight you. I want to work with you, give you everything you could ever want. Riches, influence, and even the man you could never stop loving. Your little...thing with the colonizer is cute, but he'll never be T'Challa."

      Nakia backed away from her. "I know you're dangling pretty things in front of me, but there's a catch to it. There always is."

      Malice leaned closer. "Merge with me. Let's become one flesh. You and I together will be unstoppable. Stronger, powerful, no one can ever tell us no."

      "I can't do that. Not if it means hurting innocent people, including the ones I love."

      Malice's eyes turned dark, like the day Nakia met her. "You're so weak Nakia." As the War Dog prepared to rebuttal, the anti put a hand up to silence her. "Yes, you are. You pretend to be this strong and fierce warrior, but deep down inside, you're just a scared little girl, failing to live up to her dead umama's legacy."

      That was the nerve and Malice relished in the fact that she had Nakia right where she wanted her.

      "You leave my mother out of this."

      "Or what? If you want to hit me, go right ahead. That won't make her be any less dead."

      Tears of anger brimmed Nakia's eyes, but she fought them back, so Malice won't think she's getting to her. "My mother was strong, she didn't have to set the world on fire to prove she was strong.  Unathi died an honorable woman."

      Malice glared. "Your mother died falling 25ft off a railing, where's the honor in that?"

      Nakia raised a hand to smack her face, but she stopped. If she hit Malice, she'd be giving her what she wanted. Malice fed off her emotions, and she couldn't let her have them.

      Malice smirked when she saw Nakia's hand returned to her side. "Like I said, weak. You don't fight for anything. You give up before you can even try. Just like you did with T'Challa."

      Nakia closed her eyes. Even though T'Challa has been married for years and she's currently engaged to Everett, losing his love stung her soul deeply. Especially since they're not as close of friends as they once were. "T'Challa and I have been over with for years. "I wasn't the woman he needed, so when he found someone that was better for him, I took in stride."

      "You could've been queen!" Malice scolded, causing the flames on the cave walls to burn brighter. "You could've had the life you deserved, and you gave that up for what?! So he can love a dumb American who will never be half the woman you are."

      The tears held back were now falling freely down Nakia's cheek. "I loved him enough to let him go. There was no other choice."

      "There was a choice. You just didn't take it."

      A sob escaped Nakia's lips as she shook her head. "I couldn't do that. I couldn't hurt him by taking her life away. More than that, I couldn't hurt my Kya. She would've been devastated if I had done that."

      Malice snarled. "That's why you'll always be weak, Nakia. You're too scared to do the things that matter. And that's what makes the difference between you and I."

      A lump formed in Nakia's throat upon realization. "You didn't. Please tell me no one is hurt."

      A devious smirk crossed Malice's lips. "Not yet, anyways."

      Just like that, Nakia was jolted back to reality, waking up in full-blown panic attack.

      "Nakia, breathe," Kya instructed while rubbing her back. "It's okay, it's okay."

      By the time, she was able to catch her breath, tears were down her cheeks as she locked eyes with the young genius.

      Shuri walked over to her and lifted her chin. "Nakia, what did you see?"

      Nakia swallowed hard, still shaken by the encounter. "My worst enemy."

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Tagging: @theultimateblacknerdwithglasses @thekrazykeke @tchallasbabymama @marieewrites @i-drink-and-i-write-fics

#malice #nakia #nakia vs malice

[justiceallianceunlimited]

#Nakia #Malice #Wakanda Forever #MCU #Black Panther

[cocoabubbelle]

Question:

In regards to Wakanda Forever,

Will Nakia eventually become a more heroic version of Malice like her comic book counterpart?

I still think it’s interesting how the MCU decided to take a comic female character who was pretty much in an unrequited obsessed love with her (much older) liege and later became one of his enemies and adapted her into a much more mature love interest (that T’Challa still had feelings for), as opposed to bringing back Monica Lynne, his initial (canon) comic book love interest.

You know,

the one that the Wakandans DESPISED solely for being an African-American woman despite her other skills/personality traits/struggles, and whose life the writers ruined by having the Wakandans continue to talk bad about in universe, becoming a “has-been,” “white dwarf starlet” instead of finding happiness in her career as a singer or outside of it after breaking up with T’Challa and moving on with her life, and later dying of cancer long after learning T’Challa moved on to marry Storm.

Adding her to the #deservesbetter list along with Madelyne Pryor, the first Gwen Stacy, MCU Sharon Carter, etc

#wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #Nakia #Nakia malice #Nakia black panther #dora milaje #monica Lynne #deserved better #will still watch the film

[journeyintofiction]

hey can u do another shuri x reader where the reader has an ed and shuri doesn't notice it at first because of being in the lab so much but finally does when it gets really bad. its okay if you're not okay with writing about this topic I've just been struggling with mine rn.

TRIGGER WARNING: this fic will discuss an eating disorder, not in depth but still can be very hard to read, so if this is triggering please, please, please do not read! Your mental health comes first so feel free to pass on this one :) I am writing this purely from my own experiences and everyone's experience is different and valid. 

To the anon: I am so sorry you have been struggling recently :( just know that you, your thoughts, and your feelings are 100% valid!

Word count: 0.8k

Happy reading :)

It's been 13 days.

Shuri has been in the lab consistently for 19 hours a day for 13 days in a row. I know realistically this is her way of coping with grief and coming to terms with her brothers and mothers death. But I can’t help but feel forgotten and cast aside during her mourning period.

“Will you be joining us for breakfast Ms.Y/N?”

I turn to the door of my room and see Aneka and Ayo looking in my direction with curiosity and thinly veiled concern.

I shake my head and give them a brittle smile, “No not this morning, I went on a walk earlier and got some fruits afterward.”

They look at me for a second then nod and say, “As you wish.”

I knew they were concerned, to be honest, everyone was worried about me and it was obvious in the way they looked at me. I knew that I was restricting myself again even though I consciously knew I shouldn't. Shuri was a big help in getting me to recover from my eating disorder, she made sure I ate, got the right balance in food, and always fostered a positive environment around food. Since she was in the lab 24/7 now, I started to relapse and go back to my way of thinking. Between the stress of everything I just started to eat less and less partly because I didn’t think I deserved to eat without her.

I sigh and get up to tidy my room a bit before I decide to try and go to the lab, which she locked me out of earlier in the week. I think that's what triggered me into a downward spiral, the denial of my presence hurt deeply. It may not have been done with malice, but it was excruciatingly painful nonetheless. As I fold up some clothes I look at myself in the mirror and I’m genuinely taken aback by the person staring back at me. I didn’t realize that not eating consistently and in good quantities would take effect so fast but it was scary. My face looked thinner, I looked paler than usual, and I had dark circles under my eyes that seemed pronounced.

I move from the mirror on the verge of tears because I can’t stand to see myself so I quickly finish tidying up and move to the door and open it. I see two Doras stationed outside my door who look at me with concern and I just muster up my best smile and say hello before moving down the hallway.

I reach the lab doors and attempt to open them to no avail and with a huff, I call out, “Griot?”

“Yes Ms.Y/N?”

“Can you tell Shuri I would like to see her as it is urgent?”

I wait expecting a reply from Griot, but to my surprise, Shuri herself opens the doors to the lab. She waves me in and I take a moment to examine her, she looks sad and tired but otherwise healthy. When I get into her area of the lab and sit down she turns to fully look at me and she frowns deeply. I see Okoye and Nakia are one room over and the only thing separating us is the soundproof glass. They smile and nod to me before turning their backs to give us privacy, at least the glass was soundproof so they wouldn’t hear the extent of our conversation.

I look back at Shuri and she looks upset but before I can speak she says, “Have I done this to you?”

I take note of the pained expression she wears and the sadness in her voice as if it physically pains her to see my slowly relapsing. I bite my lip and say, “I’m not going to lie, you are partly the reason but the majority of the fault lies with me.”

She looks pained and just nods then asks, “do you…eat enough?”

I know this is her way of asking if I eat three times a day and snack in between while also trying to not trigger me. I decide to be honest and shake my head and hear her sharply inhale before gently taking my hands in hers.

She pulls me into a hug, “I’m sorry my love.”

I shake my head, “Don’t be sorry, you were grieving and you still are.”

She stops me and looks dumbfounded for a moment, “That doesn’t mean I have an excuse to stop caring for those I love.”

I just nod, “Please, just don’t shut me out of the beautiful head of your Shuri.”

She takes a deep breath and looks into my eyes, “ We will get better together, right?”

I smile and nod, “Yes, together.”

A/N: Hello wonderful people! If you made it to the end, thank you as I know this is an exceptionally heavy topic to discuss and write about. Again this was written from my own personal experience and I wasn’t super explicit because I don’t want to trigger anyone! As always my requests are open :) 

#shuri x y/n #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku

[skylarstark4826]

“It could've been different.” 

They were his words, his possibly last words, when she pressed the lethal end of the spear to his throat as he laid helpless, back-burned, at her feet.

It's been months, however, since their battle, since they united their two glorious nations. She grieved her brother and mother properly, and now is trying to honour their memories. Shuri is now back in her country as Queen and protector of Wakanda, the Black Panther, to rule and defend her homeland until her nephew comes of age and claims his birthright.

Shuri still finds herself unfit for such a post. Being a sovereign was never her thing; it was never meant for her. It was T'Challa's. But her brother is dead, thus, the burden of the crown lands upon her head. In time, however, the Queen learnt how to do her job and found some privileges in it; she's now not treated as a child but a reverend queen and the saviour of Wakanda, the one who restored the heart-shaped herb.

It's still wrapped around her wrist, the bracelet hegave her. She never takes it off.

When T'Challa died, fire seared her soul. Guilt and rage were eating her up alive. Everyone attempted to muffle her anger, her mother included, except for one person who wanted her fire to merge with his and burn the world together. And she was all in for it.

Untill he murdered her mother.

Namor fueled her fire, and set her soul aflame, rubbing the fact of her helplessness and weakness to do anything for her country, her family. She couldn't save T'Challa nor could she protect her mother, thus, he forced her to be queen, to make a critical choice, and chose vengeance.

“It could've been different.” 

If only her mother trusted her daughter's judgement, if only Queen Ramonda didn't send Nakia to rescue her, if only she refused to escape with Nakia, if only she could heal the Talokanil girl, if only she stayed with him. If only, if only, if only... Yes, it could've been different. 

But could it different from her waiting for him on the bank of the river where she first met him?

The shell he gave her, and the Kimiyo beads she gave him were supposed to be tools for communication between the two nation leaders. But sometimes, Shuri blows in the shell for a more private meeting, and sometimes Namor sends her a blipping message to her beads to see her, and her alone without her counsel and his generals. 

He emerges from the waters at her call, elegant and magnificent as a king — a god should be. Namor strolls down to her, cladded in Vibranium jewelleries, a spear in his hand. Intimidating and powerful, just like the first time she saw him, except, the malice in his eyes is replaced with tenderness, ardency, and desire.

“In pantera,” He purrs, and his lips are on hers. My panther.

Shuri meets his yearning with the same passion, and her lips are hungry for his.

“Inyoka yam enentsiba.” She whispers breathlessly, hands cupping his face ardently. My feathered serpent.

Namor's large hands skim her sides, she's so tiny in his hold, but her force is of mightiness, of gods, just like him. His equal, his fire. 

Shuri's arms around his neck, hands combing through his hair. His jade nosepiece nudges her nose a tad, but she's got used to it. She giggles, fondling his ears and touching his earrings before her hands travel to his nape and click his large collar open, sliding it off. She keeps his smaller pearl and jade necklaces, nevertheless.

“I knew you'd call me tonight.” He tells her as they lie down on the sand, him on her.

Shuri giggles, her smile is playful, “Oh, really? What makes you sure about that, O Great Ku'kul'kan?”

Namor chuckles, kissing her face; forehead, cheeks, chin, jaws, up to her ear whispering, “The Elders gave you a headache in today's meeting.”

“Ugh,” She rolls her eyes, “And you helped them against me, traitor.”

“Well, they did have a point, in yakunaj.” He answers, his voice vibrating again her neck, “Keeping a foreign traitor isn't wise.” 

Shuri sighs when he brushes his lips to her sweet spot, where her delicate neck connects to her shoulder. “Sometimes I wonder which side you're o-on—OH!”

Namor rumbles with a chuckle again, he loves her cute attempts to argue with him while she's totally at his mercy. He slides her dress down, and grins; his beloved must be desperate to come to him wearing nothing beneath her pretty dress. Her dark nipples are already erected, secretly inviting him to feast on them. Namor, however, has other plans for that.

“I'm on my Queen's side. Mantats'.” Always. Shuri sighs delightfully when Namor's head goes down beneath her breast line, his lips lavishing her skin down to her belly button. “Allow me to remind my forgetful wife.” His large hands cupping her breasts, his palm engulfing the entire supple flesh. 

Wife. Shuri shivers at the word. It has a heavy effect upon her, and the bastard knows it and uses it against her. 

If only her mother knew... that her princess daughter was already head over heels with the King-God of Talokan at the fist sight. Maybe if she refused to go with Nakia at the time and married him, her mother would've been alive, her people wouldn't have suffered, an alliance would have formed earlier, peacefully.

“Fuck!” Shuri snaps with a hiss when her husband's tongue leaves a fat stripe on her cunt. His hands caressing and fondling her breasts.

The soft hair of his beard tickles her sensitive skin, and his nose is smothering in her cunt. His mouth is making her see wonders, and his hand are reassuring her, fingers ghostly grazing on her nipples.

Shuri cradles his head in her arms, eyes tearing up with intense pleasure. “Namor! Oh fuck, Ku'kul'kan! Ku'kul'kan! ukumkani wam, myeni wam, sthandwa!” My King, my husband, my love. She cries while his tongue drawing tears from her eyes and her heat. He makes her weep from up and down, profusely. 

“Ch'ah toh almehen!” She screams when she reaches her high and her husband stills momentarily between her thighs.

Namor crawl up to her, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Her eyes are still tightly shut from her orgasm.

“You know my name.” He whispers with a kiss on her forehead. 

“Shouldn't a wife call her husband by his name?” She chuckles tiredly, “Plus, you practically told me when you gave me this.” She raises her wrist, the jade bracelet adorning it, his name is practically engraved on its details in his mother language.

He hums playfully, “I never doubted you'd figure it out.”

He sits back on the sand, ushering her gently to sit on his lap after he rids himself from his shorts. Shuri lock his neck with her slender arms, kissing his lips. “But you didn't expect me to ever use it. Why?”

His hands wander the small of her back, “Your intelligence sometimes frightens me, Shuri.”

The latter grins, “Well, that's what I do. I know things.” She puts her hands on his shoulders, and sinks down on his hardened cock, and Namor lets out a low growl which makes her satisfied.

Shuri presses his chest, and he lies on his back. A smart smirk on her face, his heart aches. Shuri rolls her hips, “Why?”

Namor groans, shaking his head. Oddly, it reminds her of him lying half-dead at her feet. Tonight though, he's on his back for her and deeply buried inside of her. She feels a rough coil at the tip of her stomach. Shuri grinds again. “Why?” She demands.

“Fuck, in yakunaj .” He growls, his hands on her hips, accelerating her already harsh pace. 

“Why, thixo wam?” She asks again, more gently this time. 

Beneath the lunar light, Shuri witness glimmering beads falling from her god's eyes. That doesn't stop her now more tender rhythm, nevertheless.

“In diosa,” He implores, my goddess, and Shuri shivers, and her walls clench around him. “I never thought you'd be the one to break my curse of being without love after what happe—”

Shuri surges forward and her lips are on his. Namor groans against her lips, and meets her yearning with much of his own, her fire reaching the fire in his soul, and he releases inside of her.

“I want to love you,” She echoes, “I want to worship you until the end of days.”

And it's a god-to-god oath.

#nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #namor and shuri #namor of talokan #shuri of wakanda #king namor #princess shuri #nashuri fanart #namor x shuri fanart #black panther #black panter wakanda forever #namor mcu #namuri

[mysteriouslee]

DAY 2-4

(sorry this will be short, cuz homework and Im trying to get through the other days)

Lee!Bruno and Lee!Kamala Ler!Kamala and Ler!Mrs.Khan (MCU)

"Can I draw something on you"

"Huh"

Kamala was bored and felt like drawing tattoos, she drew a bunch on Nakia and Aamir's hands but she wanted to include Bruno.

"I want to practice drawing tattoos for fun, so I'm asking if I can draw on you" Kamala asked.

Bruno was slightly surprised by the sudden request, but knowing he can't say no to Kamala he decided to allow it.

"Uh sure, lemme just remove my hoodie" Bruno responded.

As Bruno removed his hoodie, Kamala prepared her art tools.

Bruno was expecting her to draw on his arm but Kamala said otherwise.

"OOH, Can I draw one of those cool bird? snake ? Tattoos on your side?" Kamala exclaimed with excitement.

Bruno raised an eybrow. This is fine he thought.

"Uh sure" Bruno replied

Kamala pulled out her black pen and traced the pen on Bruno's bare side. Bruno jumped, causing the pen to shift from it's position.

"Oh~" Kamala said

"Oh?" Bruno said nervously.

Suddenly Kamala embiggened her hand and arm and pinned him to her bed he was sitting on.

"Hold still Bruno, this will only be a second". said Kamala.

Mrs. Khan was down stairs just listening to music when she heard loud shrieks which she assumed belonged to either, Bruno Kamala or maybe even Aamir. She made her way to the source of the scream and witnessed the entire scene before her. Bruno was pinned to the bed and Kamala was tattooing a really nicely done bird tattoo on him.

"MRS. KHAHAHAN HAAHALP MEE" Bruno shrieked. Not only was she marking on his skin but she was lightly pinching his sides.

She felt sorry for the squirming and kicking boy in under Kamala.

"Almost done" said Kamala

Mrs. Khan knew Bruno had enough from his expression.Mrs. Khan gave her, her just reward and quickly scribbled her nails onto Kamala's stomach and the girl shrieked octaves louder than Bruno was and shrunk back to normal size. Bruno's laughter was dying down as Kamala's was getting so loud that it woke Mr. Khan (and nothing can wake that guy when he's deep in sleep).

"IM SORREHEHEHE" Kamala shrieked in the highest pitch ever with tears already out her tear ducts.

Mrs. Khan released Kamala and left the room.

"Can't take what you deal can you"? Bruno teased

"Shut up" Kamala snarled with no malice behind it.

#ms. marvel #kamala khan #lee!kamala #lee!bruno #bruno carrelli #muneeba khan #ler!muneeba #tickle fanfic #sfw tickling #tickling community #tickletober

[royallyprincesslilly]

You are an impeccable writer!!! I was reading the Late fic and got to ch 12 and has to ask, did you intentionally add that nakia gave a look of malice after her comic book character ,who turns into the character malice? Because if so 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

🥺🥺 thank you so much for the compliment anon.💕

I am impressed and so happy that you picked that up! I did!

Thank you for checking out "Late", it is and will always be my baby on here.🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

#ask lee #lee answers

[nobodieshero-main]

DEATH RITES - eyes

i figured this deserved it's own post so it doesn't get lost or something

anyway, so. eyes. windows to the soul.

it's common practice to close someone eyes when they die, but back in like. the pre-splintering days of omos it was a really significant and symbolic action.

closing someone eyes is seen as finalising the death, like closing a door or a book when you get to the last page and not doing so traps the deceased in a sort of limbo. caught with one foot still in the living world, forced to relive the moment of their death over and over.

in the first chapter of the splintering, when oveta leaves nakia's eyes open, it's on purpose. it's an act of malice, aiming to make what was already a brutal death twice as bad by forcing it to linger. it kept nakia suffering, even in death, until she was found the next morning. it's pretty much the cruelest thing you can do to someone you've already murdered.

but then when she kills the guard, who's only crime was being unfortunate enough to be there, who didn't really deserve his death at all - she closes his eyes as soon as she realises they're still open. she stops what she's doing to do it. because she doesn't want him to suffer.

but then she goes a step further.

kissing someones eyelids after death is something usually only family, close friends, or lovers will do. it's a wish for a warm and sweet afterlife. it's re-writing their last moments into something gentle and loving.

when oveta kills the guard, she kisses his eyelids after. the ultimate act of remorse.

#worldbuilding

[why-i-love-comics]

Black Panther #23 - "Wakanda Unbound" (2021)

written by Ta-Nehisi Coates art by Daniel Acuña, Ryan Bodenheim, & Chris O'Halloran

#black panther #malice #tchalla #nakia shauku #marvel #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers #wednesday spoiler

[tallulahchanel]

I just inspired to write this scene for the Malice fic where Nakia comes face to face with Malice for the first time, would y'all like me to post it when I'm done?

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[docgold13]

365 Marvel Villain paper cut-outs - one villain, every day, all year.

June 19th - Malice 

There have been a number of villains in the Marvel Universe who have operated under the name Malice; two of which faced off against T’Challa, The Black Panther.  The first Malice to bedevil The Black Panther was a follower of Erik Killmonger who endured mutagenic rays so to gain enhanced strength.  The second was a young woman named Nakia of the Q'Noma Valley Tribe who had been trained from an early age to serve among the Dora Milaje, the elite guard to the throne.  During her time with the Dora Milaje, Nakia formed strong feelings toward T’Challa and was heartbroken when her romantic ovations were not reciprocated by the king.  Nakia left Wakanda for America where she used her skills as a mercenary, operating under the name Malice.  When she learned that T’Challa had entered into a romantic affair with Monica Lynne she became terribly jealous and plotted to murder Lynne.  This led to a battle between Malice and The Panther.  Malice was defeated and banished from Wakanda as punishment for her transgression.  Later, Malice ended up aiding her former sisters among the Dora Milaje in battling an ancient weapon called Mimic 27.  Malice fought valiantly and sacrificed herself to assure victory.  Her past crimes were expunged and Nakia was laid to rest in a traditional ceremony for fallen Dora Milaje.  A non-villainous version of Nakia appeared in the Black Panther movie, portrayed by actress Lupita Nyong'o.  The Nakia first appeared in Black Panther Vol. 3 #1.

#365 Marvel Villains #Malice #Black Panther #Nakia #Lupita Nyong'o #cut-out #paper art

[comicwaren]

From X-Men: Wakanda Forever #001, “Echo Chamber”

Art by Ray Anthony-Height, Alberto Alburquerque, Juan Vlasco, Keith Champagne and Erick Arciniega

Written by Nnedi Okorafor

#x-men: wakanda forever #storm #ororo munroe #malice #nakia #rogue #anna marie lebeau #mimic-27 #okoye #aneka #ayo #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #marvel #comics #marvel comics

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Amazing Spider-Man: Wakanda Forever #1 🕸🙅🏾‍♀️

Written by Nnedi Okorafor Art by Alberto Alburquerque & Erick Arciniega

This looks like a great team-up!! 😍

#amazing spider-man #amazing spider-man: wakanda forever #wakanda forever #peter parker #spider-man #dora milaje #okoye #general okoye #ayo #aneka #nakia #malice #hydro-man #nnedi okorafor #alberto alburquerque #erick arciniega #marvel comics

[wakandaiscoming]

COMICS VS. MOVIE: Nakia

This is the first of my comics v movie posts. I wanted to start with T’Challa because it’s his movie but, if I am being honest, this post is so much easier. Because movie!Nakia is cool and comics!Nakia suuuuucks. (That’s my professional opinion.)

I’ve seen several posts and articles about how the film rehabilitated the M’Baku character but none on how it redeemed Nakia.

Spoiler cut!

Two Major Differences from Comics!Nakia:

1. Is is a dora milaje (when she is not in the film.)

2. She becomes a villain called Malice.

In the comics, she is only a “love interest” to T’Challa in the sense that she loves him and he could give a fuck. (He’s actively seeing the American singer Monica Lynne.)  Obviously, very early on in film with the “don’t freeze” scene, we realize that is not the case. T’Challa does care about Nakia. It is a nice change to see him with a Wakandan since his most famous comic book relationships are the aforementioned Monica Lynne and Storm, neither of who are from T’Challa’s home country. And for a story about an isolated country, T’Challa sure hangs with a lot of foreign ladies.

The reason I dislike the Nakia character in the comics (and here I refer to Christopher Priest’s run in particular) is that I find her to be... I don’t want to say misogynist but I kind of do want to say that? It’s like her lady hormones and her lady emotions make her completely unable to see reason. It’s very difficult to relate to her, and I imagine her partner (Okoye, who is nothing but completely capable in the comics as she is in the film) is constantly side-eying her at all times.

Then we have kind of women in refrigerators situation. Nakia is tortured and brutalized for the sake of the story, except T’Challa doesn’t really care? So she’s left to die and it’s actually Erik Killmonger who saves her. She ends up joining up with Killmonger and becoming Malice at this point.

So when they announced Lupita Nyong’o would play Nakia, I knew there would be big changes from the comic storyline. Lupita is too good of an actress to waste on that.

I was surprised that she (since she had stated early on she wanted Wakanda to do more good in the world) never had a moment’s hesitation about joining with Killmonger. She had her heart and her head in the right place the entire time.

Obviously I can’t say if Marvel intends for movie!Nakia to become Malice or not. Lupita expressed interest in playing a villain in one interview. But if she does, I certainly hope it is not for the comic book reasons. I don’t need to see any more women tortured on film, thanks. I’d rather see a natural break between Nakia wanting to help the rest of the world and Wakanda (and T’Challa) being unable to change that quickly.

We have only ever had one big female villain--Cate Blanchett as Hela--in Marvel films. It looked liked tons of fun there. And never the sympathetic villain you might root for at times (like with Killmonger).

On the other hand, I’m perfectly okay with her remaining awesome.

There has been a lot of praise for how strong and well-rounded the female characters in Black Panther are. Shuri, Ramonda and Okoye are strong in the comics. Nakia is not. But she is in the movie. So props to Coogler, the writers and Lupita.

#black panther #comics v movies #comics vs movies #nakia #lupita nyong'o #malice #christopher priest

[sharkcerer]

I don’t trust Nakia

I dunno if this is spoilers or not, but in the comics she turns into a villain. So yeah, I don’t trust Nakia like that

#black panther #nakia #spoilers #malice