#t'challa aesthetic

[xblackreader]

She’s Perfect, your Honor.

I love her. She can do no wrong.

That trademarked Lupita N’yong’o charm 🩵✨

#model #beauty #black women #x black reader #black panther #marvel #black panther wakanda forever #lupita nyong'o #mcu nakia #nakia x reader #nakia black panther #nakia icons #nakia x t'challa #nakia #black girl aesthetic #black beauty #black girl beauty #black is beautiful #feminine beauty #shes so beautiful #I love her #my wife

[kiraxcute]

In my culture, death is not the end

Marvel Aesthetics

King T'Challa for @greek-freak101

#my aesthetic #marvel #we miss you chadwick #chadwick boseman #rest in power chadwick #t'challa

[recursive-occlusion]

Black Panther's current costume

Written by Eve L. Ewing

Art by Chris Allen

#black panther #t'challa #wakanda #aesthetic not costume #marvel comics #marvel #comics

[moider-time]

Black Panther AU where T'Challa is sometimes possessed by Bast.

While the royal family always held a special connection to Bast, T'Chaka and Ramonda noticed early on how attuned T'Challa was to everything Bast.

He was focused in everything he did but when it came to things related to Bast or the mantle of the Black Panther, he would pay special attention. He would study the Heart-Shaped Herb, rituals to do with Bast and all that kinda stuff.

They're not really worried cause who wouldn't want the future King to be interested in their culture? Sure they have to stop him from trying to adopt every cat (especially black ones) he sees, even if he says " it's what Bast declares mother!" but everyone's kids are like that.

It's not until T'Challa is 12 years old and 2 year old Shuri (idk their canonical age difference so i'm gonna say it's 10-ish years) when she accidentally spills cold water on him and his eyes glow purple as he hisses, that they realize that maybe T'Challa isn't a normal child.

Ramonda: honey did you just hiss?

T'Challa: Bast doesn't like the cold :(

Ramonda: ....

Ramonda and T'Chaka try and keep it on the down low because while the Wakandan people worship Bast, they don't know how they'll take their prince being possessed by her. It's hard for them to do that when Bast takes over at any moment and T'Challa doesn't care about stopping her.

He'll be sneaking into the kitchen to grab extra snacks, see a cucumber and jump 6ft in the air. Head pats will always get him smiling and the smell of citrus makes him want to rip his nose off (mood).

15yr old W'Kabi and Nakia watching 14yr old T'Challa curl up on a brightly lit rock and start purring: hmmm something's weird abt him but i can't put my finger on it 🤔

She's like a comforting presence to T'Challa. She doesn't usually speak but feelings are transmitted so he understands anyway.

So T'Challa grows up hearing Bast's voice in his head and sometimes being possessed by her. She's like a weird aunt or older sister. To the Wakandans their Prince is weird but he's theirs so it's all cool.

#marvel #mcu #black panther #t'challa #bast #queen ramonda #t'chaka #princess shuri #shuri #w'kabi #nakia black panther #beck's statement #the avengers just think all these quirks are just part of the whole aesthetic #he knocks a glass over? well he's really sticking to the cat persona #sure his steps are silent but he's highly trained! #clint buys a laser pointer for lucky and t'challa basts up and launches at the wall? who are they to judge #the only one who puts it together is bucky and he cannot stop laughing #black panther possession au

[estellaestella]

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever was totally different in tone from any other MCU film before: it was kind, soft, and in touch with feelings? They dont replace Chadwick Boseman's Black Panther/T'Challa and carry on: the whole film deals with loss, grief, memories, and legacy. A superhero film depicting mourning in a healthy way actually felt fresh and quite wholesome.

If you've wanted to see more MCU films pass the Bechdel test, or teared up at the women-coming-together scene in Endgame, or criticised it as a token gesture - this is the movie is for you.

#Black Panther: Wakanda Forever #Black Panther #Wakanda Forever #chadwick boseman #t'challa #women in film #ludwig goransson #mcu #marvel #women of marvel #bechdel test #passes it with flying colours #If u do go let me know if u hear Okoye being criticised for not visiting her husband in jail coz I missed that line #a female general married to a man who commited treason getting criticised for being a bad wife? woman? partner? is interesting! #did i mention the aesthetics are cool? coz the aesthetics are #and i want that bracelet #those pearls looked imperfect and genuine: if u hv a choice always choose natural or cultured pearls over synthetic pearls #weird timmy tangent but what else is new...

[bonniesfamiliar]

"Love is innocent and pristine; it just happens; you cannot choose whom to love,"

#female tony stark #fem tony stark #tony stark #tony stark aesthetic #mcu #t'challa #t'challa x tony stark #ironpanther #mcu aesthetic

[talkingparrotkee]

After seeing disagreeable claims critiquing the end of Wakanda Forever float around for the nth time, I felt like organizing my qualms and putting them neatly into another blog. These are just my musings.

"Shuri should've killed Namor! Sparing him was wrong!" I apologize for my harsh phrasing, but this is a horrible and brainless take, especially when it's from begrudged shippers or anti-Wakanda Forever recasters 😭. Whenever I see it, I can't help but wonder if anyone who says this or agrees genuinely likes and (especially) understands Namor and/or Shuri's actual characters. And no, I do not mean the surface aesthetic of or attraction to them.

If you knew and understood what kind of character Shuri (at least in the MCU) is, you would know why she spared Namor's life after nearly taking it. If you understood the important messages carefully baked into the film, you'd understand the writing choice of Shuri sparing Namor and Namor not being the "incorrigible villain who deserves death."

Asking the silly question of why she didn't kill him in the form of critique, or worse, saying she should have or somehow should give him hell after the fact (fortunately, a regressive immaturity neither character has), is a clear show of media illiteracy. It neglects both characters and at least one pillar theme of Wakanda Forever. If Shuri killed Namor, Talokan and Wakanda would unnaturally be eating away at each other for eternity, allowing the surface colonist nations to swoop in as the destabilization process was done for them. The true villains and enemies that put them in that situation where they collided with one another would gain access to their vibranium and technology. Game over.

Shuri Was Never In Her "Villain Era"

The simple answer, Shuri is not Wanda Maximoff 😊. Goodnight. (Author's note because someone was troubled by this tongue and cheek remark: I don't hate Wanda at all. I meant what I wrote: Shuri is not Wanda, just Wakandan. People want her to be Wanda and have a Wanda arc when she is not and will not. 🫡)

Even at the lowest of her low, Shuri is no villain. Shuri was just a young woman trying to find what kind of leader she was in the midst of grief, inner turmoil, and human anger. I don't know why some fans say she had a "villain era" or want her to canonically have a "villain era," but ok. That is not Shuri, nor would it have filled the hole in Shuri's heart, as said by Nakia. It was not just because it endangered Wakanda and would spearhead them in an eternal war either. Although, that is reason enough for Shuri not to kill Namor.

Who Princess Shuri Truly Is

Princess Shuri is a natural healer, teacher, and creator. Shuri loves, designs, creates, innovates, builds, and protects. Shuri has people who would die for her and trusts her to make the right choice in the end, faithfully standing beside her even when they recognize that the trajectory she currently set them on wasn't a good one. Why do you think this is? Because they know and trust Shuri. They know her brain is as big as her heart.

Shuri is not inherently destructive. That was the uncharacteristic result of her gripe with death (thinking it meant gone) and destructive handling of her grief. Ryan Coogler even pointed out how Shuri's state was unhealthy and dangerous. Shuri and Namor were both grieving and asking themselves painful questions.

That is why Killmonger is who appears to her. Killmonger is a violent, radical character (made that way by neglect, grief, loss, militaristic molding, and the suffering African Americans face) who almost carelessly sent Wakanda spiraling into mayhem. He became the people he hated, in the wise words of T'Challa, and was an unworthy king, in the wise words of Shuri. If such a man is comparing himself to Shuri and is who her subconscious elicited on the Ancestral Plane (which Shuri seems to be taking to her grave now, refusing to tell Nakia), maybe she's not doing alright? Just a thought!

This is also why Ramonda took her out by the river. It's why M'Baku said what he said at Ramonda's funeral. It is so she can mourn properly. So she could heal properly. Something she wasn't doing since the day T'Challa died.

Killing Namor would've destroyed her, not just her people. It wouldn't have sated her despite in her rightful anger, feeling it would. It would've just sent her past a point of no return.

"Show him who you are." Ramonda told her this after she struggled on her own with killing Namor. Why do you think Shuri hesitated even without Ramonda's influence (which was just her presence and reminding Shuri who she already was) yet? It didn't feel "right" to Shuri as their moment together (watching the Talokan sunrise), how Namor paralleled her, and how their people were alike flew through her mind's eye. Shuri hesitated, not because she was "soft" or "nonsensical mushy writing." Shuri saw what they were and what this was. She thought beyond herself. As Editor Michael P. Shawver said, Namor's line of, "only the most broken people can become great leaders" is what they focused on. It is what Shuri finally realizes at the bitter end. They relate. The narrative, characters, and actors all recognize this; I don't see how some audience members do not.

She and Namor were perpetuating the destructive cycle of grief and vengeance while setting that example for their people, but she was strong enough to pull herself up and break that chain. Then she offered her his hand for the sake of not only themselves, but their people. She saw firsthand the beauty of Talokan. Like Namor admired Wakanda in the beginning, she admired Talokan. She remembered her visit to Talokan in the mix of her nation's beauty.

"Vengance has consumed us. We cannot let it consume our people."

Not "my" people. Not "your" people. Our people.

Shuri realized many simple yet, at the same time, humanly complicated truths of how they had connectivity and were broken, trying to be the best leaders they could be. Neither of them was the villain but are what they were due to the bitter hand life dealt them and the situations they faced.

The Real Theme of Black Panther's Wakanda Forever

This movie also had clear themes of:

A) how POC/indigenous infighting sucks and is counterproductive

B) connectivity of black and brown, from culture to shared wounds

C) the scars of colonialization

Shuri killing Namor would defeat the carefully woven narrative and betray all these well-built things. I know some of you guys don't like to hear this, but Namor is not of the archetype of Killmonger, nor is he the real "villain," so he was handled accordingly.

“We talked to so many experts and really made relationships with them, because there was a lot to go through,” says Beachler. “There are a lot of parallels between Africans and Latin Americans as far as the colonization of their communities and cities, the enslavement of their people, the lies that were told about their culture, the misinterpretation of their words, and the ways they were made out to look demonized in order to elevate a European country.”

Shuri Getting Her Lick Back

"Shuri should've beaten Namor until-" or "She let him off the hook unpunished!" If you paid attention to the movie, you'd see she literally beat him within an inch of his life? She definitely did get her lick back just as Namor got his. Wanting her to get "more" licks after the fact is regressive.

Shuri:

isolated and trapped Namor to weaken and drain his energy

ferally clawed both of his wings, taking out his ability to fly

made him bleed and bruised him up

roasted him in a firey explosion, effectively charring him and rendering him temporarily paralyzed

Shuri didn't play patty cake with him; she made an immortal bleed and fear death. She had him gasping for air on his back at the mercy of her spear tip. She made him yield and call off the troops. She made an ally out of him on her terms who exalted her strength and is currently bandaged up, flightless, and awaiting to aid her (rather than striking first, waging war as originally wanted). It's more than enough and was the best course of action. What do you mean? What are you talking about?

#black panther #wakanda forever #namor shuri #princess shuri #namor #marvel #bpwf #shuri #letitia wright #tenoch huerta

[pantherheart]

𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

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[sirfrogsworth]

I finally watched Wakanda Forever.

My brain is all confused because I can't decide if I liked it or not.

I know I definitely enjoyed parts of it. And the grief shown for Chadwick/T'Challa's death was really powerful. The costumes were stunning. The music was great. The aesthetic was great, though some scenes were too dark and hard to see. I liked parts of the story and some of the themes.

It may sound silly, but... I really struggled with the winged feet.

Maybe they bothered me way more than they should have.

But they really bothered me.

My suspension of disbelief just couldn't get there. And the explanation of how Namor got those specific powers along with pointy ears just didn't make a lot of sense.

I think I just felt like the movie was inconsistent. The directing seemed almost amateurish in spots. Like, I couldn't believe they didn't use a better take in several scenes. There was this scene with Julia Louis Dreyfus and Martin Freeman where it felt like their performance kinda fizzled out and then the camera just lingered on them for a second and then they cut to something else. And it just felt like those two actors could have nailed that scene with another take or two.

Though I think I am holding it up to really high standards. And part of me feels like they should have recast T'Challa. I felt like Letitia Wright did the performance as a character actor in Black Panther and I'm not sure that transitions well into leading actor. Though it's possible my feelings about her real life opinions are affecting my judgment of her performance.

Like I said, I'm just really confused about how I feel about the movie.

I think I am going to watch it again to try and sort out my feelings.

It's possible I was just in a bad headspace when I watched it. I really loved Chadwick Boseman and perhaps my brain couldn't let me enjoy the film without him in it. I don't know.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reacting to Animated Marvel Shows 7/?

New show, same lack of context. Let's get into this mayhem. Spoilers for Future Avengers 1x19.

Oh no this is the anime one.

Except the summary is "The Avengers team up with Loki" so nevermind, I can dig anime

Ohhh I forgot about Thor's nose

Why is he in prison??!!! [Loki, Loki is in prison, not Thor's nose]

"As you know, I'm stuck here in prison." Nooo, really???

His anime eyes, I can't!!!

This show's doing something fun called, Give both brothers green eyes for no conceivable reason. [Why has this series become Which Lokis have green eyes and which shows do I violently hate for inaccurate eye color choice alone?]

It's playing another fun game called, Let's make Loki as hot as possible, and I for one am loving that game.

The noses, though. There's still something weird about everyone's noses, though they're all different, they're all weird.

This theme doesn't go as hard as the others

All the Avengers and Marvel characters look borderline normal, and then the OCs all look like they wandered in from Kingdom Hearts or a 13-year-old's sketchpad

Why is T'Challa in a cape?? It makes him look like he invaded Batman's closet

Why are there nuclear weapons stashed in Antarctica? What?

This racist fucking reporter has the nerve to stand up at T'Challa's press conference, where he's in full Black Panther get-up for some reason, claws and all, clearly having just robbed Dr. Strange of his cape and dyed it black to match his aesthetic, and has the balls to ask the king of Wakanda himself, sometime leader of the motherfucking Avengers, if the weapons contained vibranium. Sit down, you fucking Trumper.

Amora, fuck off

Oh I hate every single one of the children. [I want to make fun of them by calling them KH character names but I don't actually know enough about KH and as mentioned in the post yesterday, I only play Animal Crossing. But please know if I knew enough, I would.]

Cap has green eyes too! They don't all have green eyes, why do so many have green eyes

Loki is so much of a twink he can hide completely behind Thor

Can they teleport because Loki showed them how?

These handcuffs are vaguely kinky

The girl is me. But she's also annoying as fuck and I hate her

Wait what's the story here? Why do the kids not know who Loki is?

Nevermind the girl is my favorite and also I'm jealous of her shapeshifting now

Loki throwing a tantrum

Oh my god please I need more Loki and Tony interactions

Okay backstory time. We've just met this boy, no reason not to give him an entirely objective rundown. I'm sure this will go perfectly well and make absolute sense for Loki's character

Oh my god the balls on this kid calling Loki spoiled, I love it

Backstory is strangely accurate. He doesn't say anything against Thor.

This kid is annoying me, as is the emotional guitar music, and Loki's response to him? Weird and I hate it

CHEESE

Man now I'm rooting for a fucking back-stab. That redemption was too fast

Bruno and Makoto have got some sexual tension

Amora get FUCKED

There's something so...undeserving about the villains accusing the Avengers of using "lies" and "trickery" when Loki is standing right there and had nothing to do with this little scheme.

Ironman, is this your nerdy way of asking Loki on a DATE?!

I thought these kids were supposed to be Avengers in training. They know nothing and they freak out about every little thing

Amora, fuck OFF

Loki was that Dr. Strange sorcery???

Why did Makoto say that like Bruno is his brother and not actually his friend?

Whoa cliffhanger

Welp see you tomorrow to talk about how this concludes (assuming it concludes in 1x20)

#loki #marvel tv shows #future avengers #future avengers spoilers #future avengers 1x19 #animated avengers

[pettybetty69]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Young T'Challa x Enhanced!reader

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Masterlist | Growing Up

September 1995

"Breakfast!" Your lively Zia, Franca Vitale belted to the house from the kitchen.

The fit, curvesome woman walked in and searched the kitchen for a glass of water. She was fresh off her morning run with her equally fit and sweaty son, Delfie. You followed behind less graciously, legs feeling like noodles, coming to the realization of how out of shape you had gotten over the summer.

With a chug of cold water, the smell of smooth cappuccino and well-seasoned frittata that fermented the Medditerarian kitchen became comfortably apparent.

Your Zio, Roberto Bruni busily made breakfast for himself and the rest of you, excluding Luca and Meera who were out of town for work. Franca traveled over to her partner and delivered a verse of sweet pet names and juvenile flirting. She wrapped her fit arms around his middle-aged waist. He laughed at his partner of nearly two decades and reciprocated the cheesy heartfelt messages.  A typical morning affair for them.

Delfie raided the fridge to check on his latest food experiment, and you collapsed into a seat at the island next to your cousin, Paolo. You looked at him with pity and pushed forward a steaming cup of cappuccino. His back was hunched with solemnness.

The day prior, a contraption he invented went terribly wrong and blew up in his face. His face was fine, as the Elementals healing light repaired his skin in a matter of moments. However, his hair was too late to save.

“It doesn’t look that bad.” You comforted, referencing his freshly shaved, pointy head.

“Your lies sicken me.” The lengthy, lean boy moodily stated. But yet, he took a sip of the drink.

"Thanks." He muttered quietly.

“Delfie, go ensure your sister isn’t staring at herself in the mirror again.” Franca ordered her son, entangled with Roberto.

His selective hearing unintentionally (most likely intentionally) dismissed his mother's request and remained hyperfocused on his homemade Feta cheese he carefully unwrapped.

"Delfie!" She called again.

“There’s no need! I’m here and in love!” Serafina airily announced as she arrived in the kitchen. 

She was dressed in a long, black satin skirt and a bold, red and black top. The young teenager's lips were painted an expressive red and her mother’s gold jewelry dangled from her thin neck.

“You look to die for, baby. But, no. Put it back."

"But Mama, it pulls it all together! I swear I'll take care of it!" She begged.

This wasn't wrong. Fina always had a taste for aesthetics. Your father always thought so. Her time-dedicated, glossy curls surrounding her pretty amber face only proved it. But her track record for returning things intact.....

"When I see years of hard work and an accumulated salary, I'll consider it."

"I'd just buy my own at that point!" She protested, confused.

"Exactly." Franca mischievously smiled and removed the necklace from her saddened daughter.

"Fina, this 'love' better be from staring at yourself in the mirror for too long. Stay away from my friends! Dante lost the game due to his heart that you broke." Delfie angrily refuted, averting from his cheese. 

“I can't help it that he was in love with me. Anyway, I’m not talking about myself this time, Delfie.” She spat her twin's name with venom. “You'll be relieved to hear it’s about Mateo, the man of my dreams.”

Her gush earned a collective sigh from those in the room.

The thing is Serafina fell in love every other week. You didn’t understand it. In the seven years since your father's death, she and Delfie adjusted to society quite quickly compared to you and Paolo. They made friends easily and had grown quite a popularity. Considering this, along with her recent hit of puberty, and the age of rushing hormones it wasn’t uncommon for an anonymously sent bouquet of flowers to arrive from an admirer in the same hopeless condition.

If you were lucky, she would have grown bored of the boy within a number of weeks and moved on to the next. If not, days made for a nice cup of tea from the sadness-fueled rain storms or the path of pissed-off flames that would follow her stomping feet. 

“Another boy already, Fina?” Franca gasped with disbelief.

Serafina strolled over in a love-struck sweep and kissed her mother's cheek.

"Of course, Mama. I like to keep things spicy."

"For Adoni's sake, Fina. What happened to Dante? A bit dense, but a nice boy." Roberto, her father, shook his head. Despite it, she kissed his cheek next to his now graying mustache.

He struggled to keep up with her dating life and truthfully wasn't too pleased about her revolving door. But he knew the mother of his children, and that Franca was just the same in her youth. His mood dimmed thinking about the hell your father would give him if he knew.

"'Nice' is all Dante is, Papa. He's passionless, zestless, he's more boring than Alessa!"

"Hey!" You shouted in defense.

Delfie burst into hysterics, now seemingly listening. "You're- You're seriously shocked?" He managed to get out between his spurts of laughter.

“Rude much?” You countered.

"I'm Alessa, I'm so fun and interesting." He mocked with his hands on his hips in a high tone, bending over with laughter.

You glared at him with deadpan.

"Nah, he’s right." Paolo spoke as if it were obvious. "You're Italian and Argentinian, you should be madder than all of us." The cousin who was supposed to have your back stated in clear agreement.

"After the coffee I made you…." You snatched the cup straight as he was drinking it. A few splashes splat on the table as you glared and went up to make yourself an expresso.

Serafina strolled over to you. An up-to-no-good smile came upon her plump red lips. Following her strut, mischievous purple Clematises sprouted through the seams of sandstone floors.

“So, Alessa." She leaned against the counter beside you. "A little birdy told me that Emilio was eyeing you at the party last Friday."

"I know where you're going with this so don't even start, Fina. No!"

Emilio was your first ever friend. You met when you started school not long after your father died. He had summer skin and kind brown eyes. He was half Argentinian like you. He had always been sweet to you and would invite you to play soccer with him and his friends on the streets. You were good friends and each other's first kiss under the playground slides. However, him being in the year above you had puberty hit him first. Your naive self didn’t understand his sudden infatuation with you, but you knew you didn’t like it. You made him well aware of it, but being a half-Italian mama’s boy, he didn’t understand the concept of ‘no’. The friendship quickly dissipated and as time went on he began his flirtatious attempts. Even now they only subsided when he was in his intervals of dating girls until you publicly slapped him across the face when he tried to kiss you.

“Oh come on! Just give him a chance, it’ll be fun!” She attempted to persuade with her enchanting smile. "No, not going to fall for that," you thought.

“Over my dead body. He’s gross!”

“And handsome.”

“And shallow.”

“And charming.”

“And stupid. He isn’t smart enough to understand that 'no' doesn’t mean 'convince me.' That little boy has no respect for me! He only left me alone when Paolo and Delfie told him off!" The argufying memory made you angry, making your hair aureole with combustion. This was something you refused to budge on. He was supposed to be your friend. 

“That was forever ago, Alessa!" Fina annoyingly dismissed.

“Two months is not forever ago.” You stubbornly defended, going back to the expresso.

“He apologized.”

“A pathetic excuse for one.”

“People change.”

“Not that quickly.”

“Leave Alessa alone, Fina. Just because she’s boring doesn’t mean it’s wrong for her to be so.” Your jaw dropped as Zio Roberto patted your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. He brought the frittata to the island and they all hungrily dove for the first slice as you stood in shock.

"Alright. Just because I'm not a serial dater, participate in every sport known to mankind, or attempt to blow up a lab every now and then does not make me boring!" You passionately embarked on a tirade.

They were silent for a beat while being occupied by their food. 

"It kind of does, baby." Franca chuckled, pityingly. The table burst into comical laughter.

You sighed annoyed steam. "It doesn't even matter. I'm rich and have famous parents." You looked to the ground and their laughter reverberated throughout the room.

"I'm good at kicking rocks. I'm not boring now, huh?" You grumbled pettily. Small sandstone rocks magically extracted from the stone floor and you kicked them with your heel.

With a sharp gasp from you, they went higher than intended and shattered one of the stained glass windows. 

"Alessandra! What the hell are you doing?" Your mother abruptly scolded as she walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in a lavish, white collar dress and her suitcase for the airport levitated behind her upset statue.

"Sulking and kicking rocks." You deadpanned with honesty. Your cousins meagerly chuckled to themselves.

A tension built in between the silence both of you conjured with your matching sights. And as usual, the air became uncomfortable. No one was sure if they should interfere, unsure if this would conclude in an Elemental brawl or in tears.

She visibly sighed impatiently. As she routinely did, she narrowed her sharp eyes distastefully and dismissed you with a perfunctory shake of her head. She went to go make her expresso, walking past you without acknowledgment. Like giving her own child the time of day was a burden.

Your lips fell into a line simmering from buried anger, watching her and her complete disinterest. You switched away from her, marching to the broken window, refusing to let her see your building tears.

“It is not even the 8th hour of the day and there are windows already breaking.” She complained. 

Your hands grew hot, with imminent untamed rage.

“Window, Ramona." Roberto corrected. "One that is being fixed just as quickly.”

She looked at the man unamused and spoke pettily, “Good morning, Roberto.” 

The tension became thicker. Your Zia Franca took the position to poke at her older triplet.

"Mia Sorella, I see the little devil on your shoulder is enjoying your attention today." Franca teased mischievously.

You drowned out your mother's retort and the rest of the conversation. Teary frustration was rimming in your eyes.

Trembling with emotion, you guided the broken colorful glass with assistance from the air. They whimsically levitated, reflecting off the morning light. The mesh of oxides and the melted concoction of sand, soda ash, and limestone mended back together in the frame.

You found always found the power easier to channel when emotional. It calmed you and soothed watching the shattered colors becoming whole once more. 

“That’s Valentino.” Fina whispered in disbelief. “The streamline, cream trench from the 1970 collection! How, Zia?” Fina’s emerald eyes lit up with rave.

“Signore Garavani sent it from the archives yesterday morning.”

“I'd die for it. Mama, can I go to one of your events so I can get a dress too?” Fina began, and so did Franca. As they debated, your mother caught your attention.

“Alessandra, he sent you an outfit as well. The dress is on your bed, you better not forget it.”

You hummed shortly. “It’s already packed.”

"Everything else should be too, except for this rudimentary attitude of yours. I do not have the patience for you today. You’ve known about this trip for a week, so if something is forgotten that's on you." She stated firmly, absent-mindedly sending her bags towards the door.

"Clothes, hygiene, homework, and a notebook. Is that good enough for you?!" You snapped, impulsively. The windows behind you reflected a fiery orange. Burning flames embodied your sweaty curls, trailing down your arms and frame.

The Classic's face became stone, sharp Elemental eyes infuriated. Her nostrils flared with vex, flames gliding down her own Valentino trench. Fina gasped loudly.

The enmity's glare down ignited strain so deep between you both the air thinned. The ground beneath your feet shivered, and her fine nose twitched. Evergrowing pressure rigidfied your body. The wood of the island between you two splintered, the windows and dining wear cracked like ice.

"And a snack." Roberto intervened in front of you to stop an all-out brawl from occurring. His square face immediately sprung with pain, neck clentching, pain receptors inflaming. You both released and he pantingly handed you take a bagged sandwich.

Your anger still resided, huffing through your lungs, numbing any thoughts. Barely over his shoulder, you saw your mother leave the room with Franca following.

He moved out of your fixed sight and the fire sizzled out. You weren't sure if you were going to cry or scream, but the pain was bound to release. You looked down to see the sandwich and its bag effaced. The small puff of smoke echoing, reaching your tear ducts.

Tears immediatley overcame you. "I'm sorry." You chokingly muttered. You turned to see Roberto was already halfway through making another sandwich.

"No, Zio. It's fine." You guiltily resisted, but his owl-like face was still sanguine. 

“I don’t want you to starve to death. It isn’t a good look.” He crooned.

“Vogue’s editors may disagree.” You tried to joke through your tears. He sighed with a pathetic chuckle.  He stopped what he was doing and opened his arms. You rushed forward and he encased you with an enormous hug. One of his infamous hugs. His extra weight always made it soft and comforting as if you had been wrapped in a fleece blanket. He was warm and sponged up all the frustration you felt. 

Once you gathered yourself together, you muttered "There's only one sandwich in the world that beats yours, Zio. Signore Delmar's in Queens. I’m sorry to tell you.” The attempted joke cracked through your voice.

“As long as it’s good enough for our family, there is no competition to me.” He comforted, seeing through your humor guard. You slightly nodded with a sniffle. 

"Ignore it, sweetheart." He whispered and brushed the back of your head.

"I know." 

It was moments like these that perpetuated the longing you had for your father. Tears already began to spill over onto Roberto’s shirt at the thought. It had been years, but the pain from seeing him so still and lifeless forever tainted your mind. Nothing was the same after he died. Sure, things got better with time, but nothing ever replaced the force he was. You knew that. The world knew that. Your mother knew that of all people. Sebastian Vitale, the loving husband. Sebastian De la Vega, the man behind it all. Papa, the father you knew and loved.

It was like her heart, warmth, and the bond you two had, had gone with him. Your family was there through it all and Roberto bared the brunt of it. The cries, the laughs, and the misguided rage. Everything. You weren't sure if was simply because you were his niece or his late best friend's daughter or the fact he believed he was indebted to your father who opened the doors to get him to where he is today. But you knew he missed him as much as you and loved you just as much as his twins. Times could be hard, good, then hard again; it all came in waves. But you could never say you didn’t have your family to help you through the terrain. 

He squeezed you one last time and pulled back with his hands on your shoulders. He looked at you with that sense of nostalgia he often had. You knew he was seeing the features of your father. He took your face in his callused hands. 

"Go on, freshen up, and be on your way. We'll all be here for you to tell us about your dull trip to the UN." He smiled, warmly. 

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Fifteen-year-old Prince T’Challa, son of King T'Chaka sat withdrawn upon a Wakandan aircraft. His arms crossed and gaze firmly stuck upon the early morning’s hot-shaded clouds, his repressed resentment was bound to reach the surface. He was far beyond furious with indignation toward his cool-faced, indifferent uncle. King S’Yan. 

The striking shades from confident yellow to blistering red reminded him of his home. The place his uncle had personally confined him from 9 months out of the year. The man who pretentiously watched him from the seat ahead. 

King S’Yan, the man was equally as regal but less of a wise force compared to his late brother. S’Yan surmounted to the throne at 25 in the wake of T'Chaka's murder at the hands of Klaue. He was the youngest of three brothers; an enigmatic recluse with no foresight to arise to the throne. But with T’Chaka dead, N’Jobu exonerated for treason and the eight-year-old heir too young to lead a nation, S’Yan was put into a compromising position. He was not only forced into a self-transformation to become the king Wakanda needed or carry the sudden responsibility of a nation on his shoulders. But by law, his orphaned nephew became his ward. 

S'Yan observed his nephew across from him with a watchful eye. He thought of how much he had grown since that cruel night seven years ago. From a broken boy to an independent young man. A certified genius. An arrogant and ungrateful one in his eyes.

“You attend the most elite school in the nation yet you still find substance to dull over.” The King pondered aloud. "I'm beginning to wonder if you find pleasure in being miserable." 

The prince’s irritation arose, finally expressing itself across his young aristocratic face. The one just like his father's. His wide eyes, his mother's eyes, became righteous daggers of resentment all directed at his guardian. Or lack thereof. 

“It is valid for me to dull over my time being wasted. Everything this school teaches I’m already aware of. In addition, the bland food and professors know half of what ours teach.” He coldly refuted. The King remained nonchalant toward the boy's attitude. 

“It has already been decided. You’ve been given this opportunity to have the adolescent experience and greet those your age around the outside world. Burning olive branches and scouting for flaws is what truly wastes your time. And that is your doing, not mine." 

"The time I've been home has summed to a year. A single year out of these past four. With all due respect, understand I don’t visualize the logic of isolating me from the nation I will be leading. I will never be appreciative for the institutions that have me stripped from my home."

The Prince, barely containing his seeth, viewed his silent uncle who scavenged for the right words to respond. But nothing. A response of nothing. The King, now in place the prince was, watched the early morning sunrise to avoid the postponed conversation. 

“We are ten minutes out, my King.” A Dora announced.

"Thank you, Uuka." The monarch thanked casually with neglect of the unfinished conversation. 

The Prince was seething with a gasket about to burst. He shot up and stormed to the bathroom before he could make a scene. He shut the door tight and so did his eyes. 

"Stop it!" he ignorantly thought, rubbing away the wetness leaking from his tear ducts. He washed his face and chugged a glass of water to find any way to stop a sob from coming to fruition. It eventually settled after a series of trembling breaths. 

He looked at his reflection and sniffled, preparing to bring himself together. His emotions bottled once again, his suit was twiddled to perfection, and he rubbed away his bloodshot eyes. He stared at the frown unconcealed on his lips and forced it into a line. 

By the time he slid the door open, the aircraft was already set to translucent, landing upon a rooftop. He went next to the King, ready to descend off the ship. 

“All I ask is for you to attempt to find an element to enjoy and not be so emotional for once in your life.” The monarch muttered and walked off the deck. 

The Prince stood back for a beat, being the very thing the King just told him not to be. He sucked in a harsh, repressing breath, making his way down the deck. 

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The morning of, you woke up early due to nerves. Anxiousness coursed through you yet buried beneath it was a layer of excitement. For years you had seen your mother, Zia’s, and Zio at these conferences on television. They were always respectable and graceful yet brutally ruthless when it came to challenging the corrupt. Which, many of the powerful were. Over the years you overheard their closed-door conversations and their frequent ‘business trips’ for their clandestine work. Now, after months of convincing your harsh mother, it was your turn to go. 

You put on a petite dress that's tone was similar to a pale daffodil. Giovane, innocente and Italiana were the adjectives swirled across the small note card shipped with the dress. Paired with a simple gloss, rosy blush, and curtains of curls pulled back with a silver clip, you smirked knowing how jealous Serafina would be.

The bathroom door opened and you turned to see your mother walk out of it, stunning and ready. She perfunctorily glanced toward you.

There were few words spoken between you and your mother that morning. She did her own thing and you did yours, some of the tension still lingering. It was silent mostly. You didn’t like it. You had never liked silence. It left you alone with your thoughts.

You watched her from afar as she took out and skimmed over a file that she used her back to shield you from seeing. In an effort to stir up a conversation, you went over to her. 

“Will there be any objectives today? Conversations to eavesdrop? An official watch out for?” You peeped over her shoulder to view the file in her hands. Only a few words in, she snapped it shut. 

“Nothing of which involves your attention.” She dismissed and dissolved the file to a crisp between her fingertips. Light trails of smoke shadowed her and she walked across the room to lock up her belongings. She slid her finger along the inner walls of the briefcase, spawning gunpowder. Atop it all, she drizzled webs of a high electric charge, ready to set off if an unwelcomed person were to open the belongings. Clever.

“Today, all I ask is for you to take in the moment and stay out of trouble. There will be much power and knowledge in that room, it may bring some use to take a note or two.”

“So, spy?" You hopefully suggested. It wasn’t something she would ever ask you to do, nor did she know that was the reason behind your interest for attending. 

“Alessandra.” She impatiently warned.

“Fine.” You surrendered, harshly.

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You arrived at the assembly an hour later. You were in a massive room with 17 rows and 6 columns of curved desks for the 185 nations in eventual attendance. The large space buzzed with ambassadors, advisors, and royalty all greeting one another with their shallow diplomatic fronts. 

It was overwhelming. Your senses felt like they were on fire. The intent you had to spy was abandoned by the toll of myriads of physiological and chemical chaos. It trembled the internal sphere containing the Elemental force. 

You wonder how your mother did it. She greeted powerful officials with ease as you stood beside her, struggling to say anything other than a few verses. You were sure she was happy about it. 

Many were pleased to see her, some even going out of their way to meet her. The Ramona Vitale. Italy’s newly appointed permanent UN ambassador, the fearless human rights violation investigator, and the widow of the late revered Sebastian De la Vega.  

Now, the mousey ambassador of Japan stood before her, subtly brownnosing. 

“I admire your strength, Ramona. This is a tense time within your nation yet you still find the time to attend the assembly and raise such a lovely daughter. The betrayal of the Prime Minister was so unexpected.” He referenced your nation’s Prime Minister taken out of power for his ties with the Mafia. You didn’t know how, and no one knew who leaked the evidence, but she, Luca, and Franca were the ones to expose it. 

“Not particularly when considering the influence power, money, and greed has over the human psyche. Though you are right, it is undoubtedly a tense time but I believe this has been a wake-up call for many. This is a time to realize that greed and seediness will always find their way to the light.” She intensely looked directly into the ambassador’s eyes. 

The small man’s blood rushed to his limbs. You sensed the sudden release of cortisol and adrenaline. Fear. What is this man hiding? 

“Certainly. However, we must not undermine the importance of allyship during these difficult times. I hope our nations will continue our solidified bond.” He added, his voice unwavered.

She only hummed with a well-hidden smirk on her cordial face. She nodded her head disingenuously. His breathing picked up in pace and you couldn’t help but feel a spike of amusement at the mouse being caught in the trap. 

“I’m sure we will be seeing more of each other, Ambassador. As well as you, Ms. Vitale. Like mother, like daughter.” He said his farewell with a subtle warning of eye contact and moved on. As he walked away, he whispered to one of his advisors. 

“Mama was that…” You whispered with excitement.

“Not now.” She smirked with satisfaction.

As another came to greet, you whimpered at an all-consuming shudder down your spine. Every sight, every touch, and every taste amplified chucking you into a shivering state. Your ears were ringing. It felt like holy water dribbled down your skin, like your flesh was vibrating to let the heaven within release and it all abruptly stopped with the rapid touch of a hand. Suddenly everything was calm again, but with your mother’s hand on your back and the United States ambassador giving a worried look.

“Are you alright there, Ms…”

“Ms. Vitale.” You completed her sentence. “I apologize for my rudeness, but if you excuse me for a few moments.” You rushed out of the room. You locked yourself into the bathroom and slammed your back against the stall door. You were panting. What the hell was that feeling? You never sensed anything like it before. It was like you were someone else. Or something else. 

You took a breath and stiffly restrained the power once more. The second you walked back into the buzzing room, your breath caught in your lungs. Breathe. Just breathe. With careful strides and steady breaths, you walked back to where you were before. 

Your mother gave you a curious look as if she was asking if you could handle yourself. She almost looked concerned. It was strange. You took a long breath and nodded.

But still, your curiosity was unsatisfied, What the hell was that? Was it someone or something? You could see even your own mother now tense and stiff. Curiosity is what killed that cat, but you couldn’t resist your dying want to know what was causing it. It was calling you. It was primitive, archaic, and begging for your attention. Your eyes shut and the room vibrated with senses. The motion of your head ignored any logical reasoning you had left and settled to the right of the room. Opening your eyes, the light adjusted, to see the King of Wakanda. 

Vibranium. The archaic Elemental metal. It made so much sense, but wasn't most of it stolen? His entire body had to be encased with it. The King of the 3rd world nation stood tall and regally with two bald-headed women near him. They were intimidating with their tight black dresses, sharp features, and silver vibranium rings around their necks. 

But your focus didn't sustain on them for long, but rather on the boy who stood beside the monarch. He was around your age and roughly around your height. His hair was groomed, and his suit was tailored without a flaw. A vibrant scarf hung across his chest and it was colored tanzanite and diopside, the jewels for intuition and catharsis. 

It reminded you of a painting. He appeared as though he had it all, but his noble features were bathed in quiet melancholy. He looked malnourished of liveliness, like a pressure was weighing him down. Yet, his youth could still be seen through his bored burnt umber eyes. They glanced at the clock at least every 30 seconds, resulting in the repetitive disappointing twitch between his eyebrows. It made you smile. Then, his wide-set eyes twitched toward you. He tensed, an unreadable expression coming across his aristocratic face.

An embarrassed blush came across yours. You were panicing and didn't know why. His eyes didn't move, watching you, judging you. A sharp breath scraped down your throat, passing your palpatating heart. You swiftly looked away. Your eyes scrunched with embarrassment, questioning if throwing yourself out the window was a bad idea. Even through your shut eyes, you couldn't shake the image of the puzzled, noble boy.

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Dark Academia! T'Challa

I'm not a big fan of the aesthetic itself, but I was thinking of T'Challa in his twenties, and not stepping out of clothes like these while going to college outside Wakanda...

And he doesn't stop anytime soon...

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Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) - REVIEW (SPOILER ALERT)

SYNOPSIS

Wakanda is in mourning following the unexpected death of King T'Challa which has left Queen Ramonda and Princess Shuri with the task of leading Wakanda against the threats posed by intervening world powers. As the Wakandans strive to embrace their next chapter, a new power emerges from the Earth's ocean in the form of Namor who challenges Wakanda in ways it has never been challenged before.

No other film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe has arrived with such a weight of genuine sadness upon it as reality and fiction merge to acknowledge onscreen the real life passing of lead star Chadwick Boseman. There wasn't really any way for Ryan Coogler to avoid it and to his credit, Wakanda Forever tackles it head on with the greatest of respects being paid. The story has to acknowledge it as well with impact of that loss reverberating throughout the whole story and particularly influencing the character work. As a sequel to 2018's Black Panther, Wakanda Forever builds upon all the successful elements of that film and attempts to elevate them further with a bigger story that touches upon modern themes and showcasing the talents of its impressive cast. Black Panther boasted one of the best ensemble cast of characters in an MCU solo project and here they equally carry the load while this particular brand of the MCU looks to reboot itself with a new lead and renewed focus. In this sense alone it is a general success but when considered as a whole, it doesn't quite match the leaness of the first film for me nor does it quite manage to fully fill the absence caused by Boseman's sad death. If nothing else however, it is a moving tribute to Chadwick Boseman and takes some interesting and welcome steps in securing his legacy in the role of T'Challa.

Wakanda Forever doesn't immediately lean towards a new lead character; you might be able to guess going in who the successor to the Black Panther will be but throughout much of its runtime it doesn't make that clear. Given the collective popularity and strength of Letitia Wright's Shuri, Lupita Nyongo's Nakia, Danai Gurira's Okoye and even Winston Duke's M'Baku as characters, this isn't really an issue. Angela Bassett's Queen Ramonda is a particular triumph following her comparatively smaller role in Black Panther but Ryan Coogler ensures that each of the main characters have a significant role to play at different points during the rather lengthy runtime. But the burden of lead does eventually fall, as I suppose it inevitably would, to Letitia Wright who does as good a job as could be expected given that she is carrying the biggest share of the on screen weight of Boseman's death. She fully convinces as a lost and angry Shuri who is true to character by hiding behind her technology and rejecting tradition as she mourns T'Challa's death. But she still has a way to go for me to fully convince as an action star even though she isn't really given much to showcase what she can do as the Black Panther.

As a sequel, Wakanda Forever does a lot right. Much like the first, the costume design and music is incredible and helps maintain its unique style and aesthetic within the MCU. While T'Challa's death underpins everything emotionally, his death does also have the consequence of adding a sense of vulnerability to the powerful nation of Wakanda and its main characters. There is no Black Panther following Killmonger's burning of the Heart-Shaped Flower and this weakness is only amplified by the arrival of Namor (Tenoch Huerta) and the warriors of the kingdom of Talokan. There are some hard hitting set pieces and enough character development done with Namor to ensure he is more than just your standard villain. There is also the threat posed by CIA head Valentina de Fontaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) which is another promising story strand that runs parallel to Namor as the nations of the world scavenge the planet looking for more Vibranium. However this is a story that feels like it's being held back slightly for a potential Black Panther 3 or even the Ironheart series and therefore doesn't reach full fruition. What this does do however is create some genuine threat which is not something the MCU has always been very good at so Coogler deserves credit for me again here.

Wakanda Forever has perhaps too much going on and isn't quite able to bring everything to a head in a fully satisfying way. While the conflict with Namor is well handled, the final set piece feels beneath the film as a whole and seems like a obligation rather than an essential piece of this story. Likewise the debut of Riri Williams (Dominique Thorne) despite enjoying good chemistry with Shuri and even a few moments with Okoye, generally lacked depth as a character and the Ironheart concept felt unexplored. These aren't enough to bring down the film completely because it is a generally well crafted sequel and a character driven affair that hits strong emotional beats especially with T'Challa's death firmly at the centre. It's a funnier film despite the aura of sadness upon it, the set pieces are suitably thrilling for the most part and the characters remain the greatest asset of the Black Panther series.

VERDICT

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is a wonderful tribute to its late star but Ryan Coogler's story judges it perfectly with the emotional weight elevating the film in general. Led by its incredible cast, Wakanda Forever is a well crafted sequel that builds on story elements of first Black Panther to thrilling effect even if it has perhaps too much going on to satisfy fully.

4/5

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Characters that Inspire Shang:

Zuko - particularly this drive for duty/honor. I think this will be especially more relevant when Shang finds out more about his father and that situation and correlate some with Book Three Zuko somewhat. I'm thinking especially with the messed up family and wanting to fix things and that strong care for other people. Also since canon Shang sings about all the force of a raging fire, so why couldn't Shang be linked to a badass fire bender (this is what I'll imagine for him in an ATLA au). See me possibly prepping some ATLA aesthetics soon to celebrate og Avatar (idk how to feel about this new show still). Also the awkward side of Zuko? Yeah I think there's that awkward to Shang in there too.

Charles from The Brothers Sun - Laur brought this guy to my attention and once I watched the show I thought yes 10000/10. He is Shang inspo. He's the older sibling, he's responsible, he feels like he has to do everything. His motto is protect the family. He prioritizes this over his own needs and interests. Charles fights and fights even though he has these soft good things he likes, like churros and perfecting a recipe and all that. And Shang too he focuses on his responsibility and his family's needs, his company's needs. He hasn't really let himself dwell on the things he might actually need.

Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka from Ouran High School Host Club - This is going to probably seem like an odd take, but hear me out. He's the more stoic character type in a very chaotic and crazy vibe of a squad. He comes from a family that has lived to serve another family for generations. There's that duty that's ingrained in him and that's something ingrained in Shang. He's serious and Shang is serious, and I think Shang if faced with someone with that sort of bright optimism and softness like Mori with Honey would also be protective and want to defend them with his life.

Zoro from One Piece - you have to have the more straight/serious guy opposite of the goofball like Zoro is to Luffy. It's a similar situation as Mori and Honey to me. He's a swordsman, and Shang canonically uses a sword of course. Swyn Shang is a fencer, but to me it is the right sort of feel. I think if Shang didn't have duties to his family, or responsibilities that he had to hold onto, maybe he would have a dream like Zoro. Being the best fencer in the world or something like it. I think he would probably admire a character like Zoro and want to embody some of him.

Tuxedo Mask - You all know I talked about doing that personality quiz to see what inspo I could find? Most of them were all serious leaders, which fair yeah, people like T'Challa and Mufasa and George Washington in Hamilton and all that. But Tuxedo Mask was also on the list and at first I thought that was pretty funny, but then I thought about it a bit and you know what? Yeah. That's a vibe. That can give me some inspo. It's the protector energy, which is so deeply rooted in my Shang muse. Also the roses? I know it sort of grew from Regency there, but I am thinking Swyn reality Shang also really has a love for roses. And so the rose connection and Tuxedo Mask using them as a weapon is a nice touch. I like that link. It's also doing everything in one's ability to protect the person you love, and Shang would do that for the people he cares deeply about.

Captain America - I used to write a Captain America/Steve Rogers muse. That energy is in there somewhere still I think and it does seep into my strong responsible muses. I think some of that energy was in Arthur, and some is in Shang too. Plus a bit more sass like Steve Rogers has. lol. If Arthur was Captain America, he would have been the fresh out of ice (or out of the grave lol) just wanting to fight for the town and protect everyone as he knows it, then Shang is the Winter Soldier era Cap and on, with some social awareness and interest and settling into himself. Still very responsible and putting that before his mental health, but willing to do some other things. Shang is also willing to do other things, he just won't prioritize them. But he will try dating and things like that which Arthur wouldn't have done. Yeah this turned a little into an Arthur vs. Shang comparison within the inspo but I can't help it. They are similar muses, but also different as I said.

So yeah, those are my character inspo things for Shang right now. Fun journey. Next i'll probably want to do aesthetics. Who knows.

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Waves of A Distant Sea, Crash Into Me

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by YourSummerLove

Peter Parker lives in a small cozy beat down home overlooking the sea with his Dad, in the capital city of Ferrum, Arcus. His Dad works late into the night at the mechanic's shop down the street, where he doesn't get paid enough, so he can spend his days with Peter. Then, on top of that, every three months he shuts himself away in his laboratory for days to work on a new project Peter never ends up getting to see. Not to mention, his Uncle Obi and his spur of the moment visits about once a year that do nothing but set his Dad on edge the entire time he's there and leaves his Dad extra overbearing and protective afterwards. Then there's the secretive King Regent, Stane, of Ferrum that's breaking every treaty the nation had to rage war on its once allies all in the name of Fame and Glory - like its closest neighbor across the sea, Ulcisci. All of that plus a vigilante, deemed "Iron-Man" by the public, flying around in a metal suit that lights up across the sky every night destroying outgoing shipments at the docks. But Peter doesn't complain, not one bit. Not even about his genetic mutation he's had to hide since he was born. Because his Dad and Friends are always there for him, and that's all he needs. Right?

Words: 599, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Distant Sea

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Other

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Mary Parker (Marvel), Obadiah Stane, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Flash Thompson, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Thaddeus Ross, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Tony Stark, Mary Parker/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Obadiah Stane & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Obadiah Stane

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark Lives, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Feels, Loss of Parent(s), Inspired by Studio Ghibli, Studio Ghibli Aesthetic, Think Kiki's Delivery Service mashed with Howl's Moving Castle type of Universe, Irondad, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Creepy Obadiah Stane, Secretly a King Tony Stark, Prince Peter Parker, But he doesn't know that, Dummy is A Good Bot (Iron Man movies), Villain Arc for IronMan, but not really, Secret Identity, Peter Parker is born with his mutations

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Blog 6

"Black Panther," directed by Ryan Coogler and released in 2018, is a breakthrough superhero picture. The film chronicles the narrative of T'Challa, the recently anointed king of Wakanda, a fictitious African kingdom noted for its superior technology and rich cultural legacy, and is based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name. "Black Panther" delves into issues like identity, heritage, power, and the responsibilities that come with it. "Black Panther's" portrayal and appreciation of African culture is one of its primary qualities. The video depicts African traditions, clothes, and music in a bright and varied manner, defying conventional misconceptions and highlighting the beauty and diversity of the continent. It is a watershed moment in mainstream cinema because it gives a forum for African themes and has a predominantly black cast, instilling a sense of empowerment and pride in African and African diaspora audiences.

The film digs into identity and T'Challa's (Chadwick Boseman) mental struggle. T'Challa, the Black Panther and King of Wakanda wrestles with his obligations to his people and the weight of his family's past. He must manage the difficulties of power along his trip and decide what type of leader he wants to be. This identity inquiry connects with audiences and underlines the universal challenge of finding one's place in the world. "Black Panther" also covers the issue of power abuse and responsibility. Killmonger, played masterfully by Michael B. Jordan, is the film's antagonist. His motive is a desire to use Wakanda's sophisticated technology to empower oppressed people all around the world. Killmonger's persona raises fundamental considerations regarding individuals in positions of power's moral responsibility and the worldwide influence they may have. T'Challa's fight with Killmonger is a subtle examination of different attitudes to power and the implications of ignoring one's responsibilities.

Furthermore, "Black Panther" addresses the concept of community and the value of collective action. The film stresses the Wakandan nation's strength and the relationships among its people. It exemplifies the power of togetherness and the conviction that meaningful progress can be made through teamwork and shared aims. The themes of community and social responsibility reverberate loudly, encouraging viewers to consider how they might contribute to the advancement of their communities. "Black Panther" is a work of art. The film has astounding visual effects, excellent cinematography, and meticulous production design. The representation of Wakanda as a technologically sophisticated civilization with a rich cultural legacy is aesthetically appealing, bringing to life a futuristic and traditional world.