#talokanil technology

[mickimomo]

How do the talokanil warriors not drink the water in their face rebreather?

Aht. Aht. Aht.

Don't come at me crazy. I genuinely want to know. 😭

Like I understand that they're breathing it in... like air. But even we have to have an oxygen tank when wearing a mask underwater. They don't have a water tank strapped on their back.

Hey. I'm willing to write this off as vibranium technology at its finest. But I'm itching to know if anyone in Talokan has ever choked with their initial prototypes while fighting or what. 🤔

Like imagine Attuma or Namora throwing hands and then just:

Please share your thoughts. This needs to be discussed. 😭🤣

#i been thinkin #talokanil #talokan #wakanda forever black panther #namor of talokan #attuma #namora of talokan #talokanil technology #i need to go to sleep

[mooncleaver]

To Live Fully Is to Live With Love

this sweet, passionate and blazing side of namor is only reserved for you, and your defiant detour to a fight with the surface dwellers seems to bring the most out of his fretful heart.

pairings: namor x fem!talokan!reader

warning: descriptions of blood and injury, worrywart husband namor, eh mid writing, CANON DIVERGENT!!

notes: another part of my talokan!queen reader series!! so this obviously is a little prequel to this fic. but def can be read as a standalone :D

"I told you not to come this time, in amado. I knew you could get hurt and here you are now," he said sternly, reprimanding your actions just a few moments ago when you swam along the talokanil warriors, brandishing your own embellished spear to protect your kingdom's vibranium source. The surface dwellers have gotten much more advanced with their weapons over the last years you've encountered them, now with an artillery of ones more deadly, with technology that could bring down the world if it were to be held in the wrong hands. When they had proceeded with their own attacks, you defiantly climbed up their ship despite Namora's fervent warnings against it, ending up with a gun wound when you got back to Talokan.

To you it was just a stray bullet grazing the skin of your thighs, the wound easily mended with some salve and a touch of your enforced regeneration abilities. But to Namor.. oh to Namor it was as if they had committed the most heinous of crimes against you, the shallow cut like a valley of bleeding carmine. And of course you understood where he came from. He was always protective of you in one way or another, never not keeping a vigilant eye on you; it was one of his ways of showing you his love and as much as it could be a bit much sometimes, you always appreciated the gesture.

So here you were now, swimming around your home with a bandaged wrapped around your thigh, the crimson blooming onto the alabaster stripes to remind you of your.. minor, incident.

"I know you said that with the intentions to keep me safe, but I refuse to stay back knowing I could offer them another pair of hands to fight, I'm sorry." You could only stare at the floor, your stubborn heart proving itself fickle once again at juggling the dilemma of justifying your actions and defying your husband's one request. On one hand it had made you so determined and resolute when you thought about absolutely obliterating any surface dwellers who even dared to touch a hair on your people and a single stroke of vibranium, but also.. it pained you to make your husband so disheartened. And you knew he did it out of love, and that made it all the more defeated.

If there was one thing about you, you would always fight for what you thought was right—for the benefit of everyone's safety—even if it meant hurting yourself or being brash and spontaneous. You wouldn't for a second catch yourself endangering any of your people and loved ones; you'd be dead before you backed out of a fight you could easily help in.

"They are strong, I'm aware my king.. but it hurts me to know they must suffer for even just a second." The wellbeing of your people has always been that tender spot in your heart. From the moment you saw just how much they have fought and paid for their freedom, their lives have been something of a pulsing spirit in you, entangling every word you say, every move you brandished; it was all so you and the Talokanil could keep what was rightfully yours all along. Only you would know how much it pained you to see familiar faces on bedrest, their restless—sometimes defeated—faces engraining itself in your head. And of course, you knew your people were stronger than the average warrior. One stray bullet wouldn't kill them immediately, and a striking slash on their skin would only wound them for a few moments, but knowing that you could have done something—could have been there at that moment with them, preventing them from even being touched by a sliver of a bullet or a knife—it made you frustrated. At yourself and at the cruel world.

"They- they have families, children, parents, sisters and brothers waiting for them.. I couldn't bare it to see the devastation again." The last word ringed in his head, reminding him that you too, faced your own share of weighty grief, a kind that would slowly deter one should they be exposed to it for over millennia. It's the guilt of having someone's life in your hands.

And right after that flash of vulnerability you broke, looking up at him with eyes that were wide—almost innocent with a certain naivety—all tainted with affliction and ardor that could not only be delineated as the love of her queen to her people. Her family. "Taak in yaantal ti' tu yiknal leti'ob.. taak in we'esik chan juntúul bey kaajal."

(I want to be with them.. I want to show that we are one as a people.)

You were always bad at hiding what your heart truly wanted. It was something that Namor admired about you; despite how much you try to put on a strong and regal facade for the sake of your kingdom, your compassion and devotion would always win at the end, welting through the hardened walls like a blazing shooting star in the stygian sky. That was what made you such an admirable ruler and woman, because you learnt how to exist between the lines of politics and heart, always wielding your emotions to be something more powerful than any crown or medals that decorated a royal's figure. You never forgot who you are and what you stood for, knowing just how to conduct yourself as if all your past experiences and everything you had learnt continues to live inside of you.

"As their queen-"

"As my wife you should know I can't sit back and watch you fall. Wherever I am you know I would stop the world from spinning to come to you. Losing you.. losing you is something I never want to think about." Namor cut you off, finally holding you in his arms. At the end of the day—without the titles or how long you have lived—you two were just people in love, looking after one another despite the disappointment or irritation. His voice practically trembling with a copious amount of concern and you're reminded of just how much you have to lose.

You weren't like you were back then when you were younger, naive and free of responsibility, not yet discovering the absolute euphoria of loving someone. But now you have your life partner and a kingdom to watch over, the people living in it coming in tail too.

Namor gave you his gaze now, fully and truly as his eyes clashed with your own emotion-ridden one and you couldn't help but dance in the torrid currents billowing in his. He slipped the palms of his hands between your neck and the side of your face, brushing his thumbs below the waterline of your eyes, back to the peak of your cheeks and your temples. "You have me, in puksi'ik'al. I'm always waiting for you right here."

And you couldn't help but close your eyes and clutch the soft cape he was wearing over the half of his body, holding onto it so tightly as if it was your lifeline, because of the words he had just said to you.. they pierced your heart in the most beautiful way.

Somehow.. somehow he always knew what to say. In every situation his words rung out like the melody of a song, sometimes riddled with jagged knives that could splinter through the toughest minds, or sometimes like the feathers that adorned his headpiece, so much softer than the clouds that you have grazed with the tips of your fingers, calming like a breathe of fresh wind.

He gently nudged your face back to his,—an arm never leaving its rightful place around your waist—gaze so close that you could see every bit of umber and brown in his eyes, the gentle singed specks in his irises dotted like the milky way, every gleam and glisten of the water reflecting on the salient expanse of his skin.

"For millennia I have searched for that missing piece of my heart. The one that has only ever beat for my people, for my mother and for Talokan. I've given myself to protect those who cannot, to give them the sun when all they've ever seen was the darkened trails of the moon." A quiet brush from the back of his fingers grazed your cheeks as he continued,

"But you.. you are the one my restless heart calls out to."

A warm wave of his breathe brushed your face and you felt just how powerful his words were—like he was baring his entire heart vulnerable right in front of you. It was so peaceful, to hear it pulsing around you, urging you to float still, becoming one with the home you found in Namor.

"I can't lose you, in reina. You are the piece that I was always meant to find. Kin ts'áik ti' teech le ujo' yéetel le eek'o'obo' wa quisieras, in yakunaj."

(I will give you the moon with the stars if you want, my love.)

The sweet breathe of release you experienced was something you would live for again and again if it meant you could hear those heartfelt words from him, to hear his passion and his ferocity in loving you as if you were the most brilliant piece of diamond in his eyes, as if he would lose apart of himself if he ever let you go. You gave him an airy chuckle as you shook your head lightly, reaching your hands up to encase his face between your hands, looking up as you fiddled with the tapered tip of his ears.

"You know I don't want the moon, the stars, or the entire constellation. All I want is you. That is infinitely more than enough to me."

And at that moment the feathered serpent god couldn't help but relish the sense of pride surging through his veins; the feeling that you were standing in front of him, right here right now and for however long you chose to love him, being the one he gets to call his love, his heart and his entire world.

You were the moon to his sea, the one that calls out to his tides with your beautiful song. When he found you, miraculously catching your gaze in the middle of the buzzing sea he felt as if he'd finally opened his eyes. To open his eyes and see just how beautiful the world could be. How radiant his life could be when he let the love spill out from his hardened heart. He has been living for his people and the legacy of the battles they've fought for so long that in the middle of it all, Namor forgot what it was like to live for himself too. And you were the one to reignite that light inside of him, with your soft smile and your searing soul, you'd awoken something long buried under a mountain of grief and anger and with you by his side, the king of Talokan has flourished so magnificently, centuries to come with a scorching brilliance of hope at the end of it.

"In yaakunech, amal xéet' ta."

(I love you, every piece of you.)

"Yéetel in yaakunech, K'uk'ulkan. Tak tu xul."

(And I love you, K'uk'ulkan. Until the end.)

OMMMLGJFHD the dialogue really brought my emotions out like i was screaming crying making this..

anyway i do feel like this is really subpar, but i wanted to post it because despite my silly little writers block i still enjoyed writing this story. and i hate seeing it sitting in my drafts.

+ for all my talokan queen fics, i imagine they speak in yucatec mayan, however im not able to translate everything into the language, but u get the idea!

once again i apologize if there are mistakes in the translations. please tell me if i have to change something :D

#i think im just kinda over him for now 😭 #like i didnt mean for it to be so short #but i loved loving him #hopefully i can write for him again in the future! #namor x reader #namor imagine #namor the sub mariner #namor x y/n #namor angst #namor fluff #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #tenoch huerta #talokan #marvel #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #you can really tell how the quality declined the more i write..

[lunathebee]

Pairing: Namor x mermaid princess!reader

Warning: none

A/n: I finally finish this! Thank you for sending in a rq @shadowynutsuit, and no hate to the Namor fandom, but are you guys okay? This is the fourth fic I've written that has dialogue #9

Dialogue prompts:

5. "You will be safe here, with me...I'm devoting my heart to you".

9. "Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"You're sad again" Namor said when he saw Y/n's face, his hand cupping her soft cheeks, slowly turning her face so that their eyes met. "Have you been crying?" The phrase that left his lips almost sounded like a whisper.

Although Namor is glad Y/n has trusted him more, it hurts him to see that when she comes to him, it's when she's seeking comfort. The world has always been so cruel to the princess; it's not fair at all.

"I just...I hate it here! Not having beauty is like the death sentence for a mermaid. Do you understand Namor? DO YOU?!" Y/n screams at the man in front of her; she doesn't care anymore; he will leave her sooner or later. That's what people do to her; they come and go, and some never come back.

The question was always "when will they leave" and never "how long will they stay" for Y/n. The mermaid princess has long understood how cold and empty the ocean could get until Namor showed her his kingdom and the sun he has there.

"You can hit me all you want; you can scream at me all you want; just let me be with you." The king said this, taking Y/n's hand and placing it on his chest. "Can you feel my heartbeat? It beats for you."

The woman is too stunned to speak; never in a million years would she think that the king of Talokan is wrapped around her finger willingly. Y/n tries to open her mouth to protest, but no words come out,the king then wastes no time in continuing to express his love.

"Y/n...My pearl... Do you know why I called you that? Because pearls are imperfect, yet they stand out on their own and shine brightly." Namor knows he has captured the heart of the mermaid princess right after saying that. People can say he is flirty all they want, but for Y/n, only the truth

"I- ... Please let me have some time to think about it." Y/n's answer makes Namor's heart skip a beat; he doubts she wouldn't feel it; her hand isn't on his chest anymore. More importantly, their hands aren't intertwined, and there is nothing Namor can do but watch the mermaid swim away, waiting for her answer.

===𓆝 𓆟 𓆞===

How little did the king know that the war was one step ahead of him, taking Y/n away.

"HEAL HER" Namor's voice can be heard even from a thousand miles; there is even a hint of despair in his voice. "DO SOMETHING"

"My king, we are trying to do everything" A group of Talokanil speaks up; they're knealing on the floor, trying to keep the blood from flowing out of Y/n's injured wounds. "It's too risky; she is a mermaid, and we don't know if the technology we have is suitable!"

A long moment of silence felt like enternity for Namor; he knows what they're saying is right; he was foolish. In a moment of distress, seeing Y/n in pain, he brought her to Talokan and not her kingdom. It's too late to ever bring her there now; even with his superspeed, every movement would result in Y/n crying out of pain.

Namor demands all the Talokanil leave for a suitable potion; let him be here with Y/N. But it's only half the truth; he doesn't want to let them see how weak he could get.

"Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

Namor waited for an answer; he waited, and he vowed to forever wait for one.

#namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor imagine #namor fic #namor fanfiction #k'uk'ulkan #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan x you #kukulkan namor #namor the sub mariner #black panther wakanda forever #mcu namor #mcu x reader #mcu fic #mcu imagine

[feasibilities]

Attuma argues with the reader in front of Namor the reader who has a way with words and wins b/c he doesn't know what to say. Later when they are alone he says "you embarrassed me today." And proceeds to punish the reader for embarrassing him in front of his king. Attuma either spanks or orgasm denies the reader whichever one. Or both👀

Bonus points if they argue in front of the Namor and the Wakandian Council.

Ma' in faltes le respeto (18+) ⚔︎

"Everything can't be solved with brute force, Attuma. The surface world is more technologically advanced than ever. We need a plan if Talokan is discovered once more." You attested. Namor nodded in agreeance and looked to Attuma for his response.

"My soldiers and I took down an entire CIA mining ship. I'm sure that their guns were used for diplomatic reasons, right?" Attuma quipped.

"He has a point. The surface world has never been diplomatic to our people." Namor added.

"K'uk'ulkan, I am not asking for diplomacy. I'm asking for us to create a plan if our attack fails. He seems to forget that he put our people at risk when he wanted to show off for some surface-world idiots." You sneered.

Namor shifted awkwardly as Attuma glared at you. You crossed your arms in defiance and waited for his response. He simply swam away in a huff & left you two speechless. For the first time ever, he didn't have a response.

⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎

You woke up to Attuma noisily entering your shared quarters. You sat up and looked at him with exasperated eyes.

"You embarrassed me in front of the man who appointed me as General of the Talokanil army." Attuma scolded you.

"It wasn't my intention to embarrass you. I just-"

"Quiet. Come here." He interrupted.

You hesitantly walked to him. He sat down and bent you over his knee. He yanked your nightgown up. You tried to sit up before feeling a hard smack on your ass. You gasped & bit your lip. As scared as you were, the sting he left behind turned you on.

"Ma' in faltes le respeto. K'abéet a beel castigado.| Don't disrespect me. You need to be punished." He corrected.

Attuma spanked you until you were a weeping mess. Your arousal began pooling around your inner thighs. You felt his cool fingertips brush against your entrance. You moaned and tried to fuck yourself on his fingers. He pulled away and watched you writhe.

"Please, Attuma. I can't take it anymore." You pleaded. He cycled between fingering you blindly and pulling out before you came. When you finally climaxed, you squirted all over his hand & leg. You convulsed & dug your nails into his arm.

"You won't embarrass me anymore, will you?" He teased.

#enjoy! #my asks #attuma smut #attuma x reader #attuma imagine #attuma #attuma of talokan #black panther #alex livinalli

[amphitritesmuse]

Request by: anonymous

Original Request: May I request namor x surface dweller reader when reader declines his proposal? Not because she doesn’t want to be married to him, but because she couldn’t be in the ocean with him and it would hurt her too much to be away from him for so long?

Pairing: Namor x surface-dweller!Reader

Word Count: 1,094

Warnings: Sad and heart-wrenching moments

A/N: Hey nonnie! I hope you like this one-shot, I am truly sorry it took this long, I had to study for my final exam and it’s been a stressful few weeks! I changed the storyline a bit and made the reader Wakandan (the last time I promise, guys) I hope you don’t mind. Anyway, enjoy, tell me what you guys think!!

Translations:

Teech ts'o'ok in echado u menos: I have missed you so much

In yakunaj: My love

In ch'ujuk: My sweet 

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Dawn broke over the sky as the sun chased away the leaden clouds. I looked beyond the water to the city of gold of Birnin Zana that had been built over hundreds of years ago. Under the sunshine, the city rose like a blinding beacon and it reminded everyone of the home to the most technologically advanced nation of the world. I closed my eyes and all I could hear was the beating of my heart and the murmuring of the sea waves kindling their own hypnotic symphony. Though, I had been much too anxious to admire the beauty of the sea and the skies that crowned over it.

‘What happens now?’ I pondered to myself.

Mother would curse my name at the Gods if she were to realize that I had fallen involuntarily in love with the man that was a threat to our people and the city. Countless have been the times where I examined my heart and searched deep within myself and I was more certain in my decision that he was the man I loved. Forever.

All the sudden, I feel the cool sea waves crash against my feet, sending chills down my spine. I open my eyes and notice a dark figure emerging from under the waves. I could not help it as my lips wreathed in a smile, knowing it was him. I ran towards Namor and he laughed as he swept me into his arms and inhaled the scent of my perfume, my hair and the cold morning air on my skin.

“Teech ts'o'ok in echado u menos,” he whispered gently in my ear in his native tongue. His soothing voice tantalizing every cell of my being. I flushed under his gaze and reach my arms out taking his face into my palms, his beard slightly tickling my fingers. 

“I’ve missed you too, K'ukulkan.”

A soft chuckle escapes from Namor. “It sounds nicer coming from the lips of the woman I love than all the soldiers and generals that are in my command.”

I giggled at his words and pressed my lips against his. The smell of his skin, the feel of his strong arms around my torso brought tears to my eyes as I felt a deep longing to be with him, and I wondered whether he thought the same as me when he had to return to Talocan. These differences between the Wakandans and Talokanil always made my ire rose, especially since we could very well put our differences aside and learn to become powerful allies instead of bearing such hatred for one another. It’s what aaba would have wanted and possibly our ancestors too. To live in harmony, just as Namor and I had chosen to do so.

“(Y/N),” Namor spoke, a smile touching his lips. “Do you recall when we first met and I had shared the story of the Spanish man with you, who cursed me with the nickname, el niño sin amor.”

“The child without love,” I whisper, sighing heavily. “It is where you took your name from.”

“Yes,” Namor replied. “Because I had no love for the surface world.”

I look at him, puzzled at his reasoning for telling me this story as I had already been familiar with it. Namor reached his hand to my face, and gently wiped the tears from my eyes.“You calm the storm in my heart, in yakunaj,” Namor continued, “You are the peace that I have not been able to find in a very long time.”

He takes my hands into his and all the sudden, my hear begins to race in my chest as he is gazing up at me...in a kneeling position.

Namor paused momentarily before saying, “The Spanish man’s curse has broken when I laid my eyes upon you. The only surface dweller I have come to love and I want to hold your hand as we walk through eternity together. Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Will you rule Talocan alongside of me as my Queen?”

I stood in front of the man I loved and my hands began to tremble at his proposal. I felt the hems of my dress tickle my ankles as the cool breeze blew. I sighed and gazed at the beauty yet mysterious vastness of the ocean while I tried to make sense of Namor’s words but nothing could escape my lips.

 Though his words struck me, I knew I would not be able to live in Talocan as I had grown very fond of my own quiet world in Wakanda whereas Namor’s world never stopped. My lips quivered as thoughts of living under the enormity of the ocean roamed my mind.

“H-how?” I finally ask, looking back into his mysterious eyes.

“When I return to Talocan, all I can think about is you. When I am supposed to be thinking of important matters regarding my people and my kingdom, all I can think of is how you want to be hidden away from the rest of the world. (Y/N),” he said passionately, “I want you by my side as the soulmate that I have been searching for for all these centuries.” 

I wanted to close my eyes and step into the shelter of his embrace, but for some odd reason my legs wouldn’t budge.

“In ch'ujuk, I do not doubt your love for me, I have never.” I say, smiling sadly, and as the next words came out of my lips, I almost felt his heart breaking into a million pieces before me. “I...cannot live in Talocan and I promise this is not because I do not have love for you. I just cannot abandon my Mother in such a way and I am not prepared in my heart to take upon such an incredible task. I know nothing of ruling a kingdom, especially one that is underwater. I feel that I am unfit.”

Namor sighs and as he stands, he looks beyond the sea where the sun reflected upon the sparkling waves. 

He turns his attention back to me and wraps his muscular arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him. “I understand your worries, in yakunaj. Just know in your heart that my old soul will always belong to you, and whenever you are ready, it matters not when, I am willing to wait and so is Talocan.”

“Do you promise?” I whisper.

Namor chuckled and softly kissed my forehead. “If you promise to keep my heart then I promise to leave it with you.” 

#mcu #marvel #mcu namor #namor #namor imagine #namor x reader #talocan #requested one-shot

[konggodzuko]

Namor x Shuri Fankids

Soooooooo I've been thinking way too much about Shuri and Namor and I ended up plotting out a set of kids, each *very* loosely based on a comicbook character/identity that I thought would synergize well with their parents.

Azari - Eldest son of Namor and Shuri, who possesses an additional mutation to generate and conduct electricity, which earned him the name "K'awiil" (a Maya storm god) amongst the Talokanil. He's an energetic, happy-go-lucky sort, with an interest in architecture, but like his parents he will fight if needed, taking on the moniker of Thunderstrike when super-heroing.

Ramonda - Formidable as her namesake, Ramonda is the middle child and a dangerous warrior trained by the Dora Milaje and her Uncle Attuma, and eventually becomes per parents top general. However, much like her father she appreciates art, but does pottery and sculpture instead of painting to calm down. She wears an exoskeleton designed by her youngest brother and her mother, and tried out the names "Iron Cat" and "White Tiger" before settling for "Iron Tiger."

Kamar - The youngest, quietest child of the bunch. He very much takes after their mother, preferring the solitutde of the lab, designing new technology and upgrading the old. He loves music, with a particular taste for hip-hop. To aide in his inventing, Kamar developed a set of mechanical, tentacle-like arms, which (along with a suit) he wears into his rare fights, using the name "Octopus".

EDIT: oh! Forgot to mention, all three kids are about as durable as the average Talokanil. They can spend hours underwater, but their skin doesn’t exchange oxygen as well as their father’s so they still need to breathe air once in a while. They lack wings, but have pointy ears. They speak Xhosa and Maya interchangeably.

End Notes on Inspiration under the cut

Azari: So, in the comics (and orignally a cartoon) Azari is a child of T'Challa (Black Panther) and Storm (a mutant). Buuuut with T'Challa dead, and no Storm on the horizon, I feel comfortable with using him as a child of Shuri (Black Panther) and Namor (a mutant). "Thunderstrike" is a name for a Thor side character who wields a baton version of mjolnir. I don't think Thunderstrike is showing up *any* time soon.

Ramonda: She has the least going on when it comes who a specific character who inspired her, she's just named for her grandmother and is a badass. Her heroic identity, however, it twofold. There's a like... c-list villain associated with Black Cat and Iron Man called "Iron Cat," and then there's White Tiger. White Tiger is usually connected to the mystic side of Marvel, but one of the guys who was White Tiger (Kevin Cole) *was* once Black Panther for a bit. And yes, White Tiger is usually Latine, but as a Latino myself, I think the mantle being used by my Indigenous-Black fankid is fine, lol. And I really doubt we're gonna see an incarnation of either character any time soon, so...

Kamar: Sheesh. Okay, despite Namor kicking around since the 30s or whatever, dude only has like, one mainstream universe kid, and its Kamar. My Kamar is very In Name Only, as the comics Kamar wanted to kill Namor for a bunch of reasons. His hero identity is obvious, kinda. With Doc Ock come and gone from the MCU, the identity is up for grabs. I imagine Kamar's looking being more in like with the Superior Octopus suit, though. And interestingly, in the 2099 continutity, there's an Atlantean Doc Ock, which my Kamar kinda is (as Talokan is the MCU's Atlantis equivalent).

#Namor x Shuri #Namor #Shuri #Nashuri #Namuri #Seaprincess #fankids

[clueless-fan-critic]

Wakanda Forever: A Tribute to a Fallen Brother

As the final film in the MCU’s Phase Four and an anticipated sequel after the death of Chadwick Boseman, the film has a lot of hype and expectations to live up to for their fans.

After watching the film, it was very interesting to see how self contained and mature it portrays the themes of colonial powers and the overall power struggle for Vibranium. There were just as many epic fight scenes as quiet moments of self-reflection within the characters.

Shuri’s Journey as the Black Panther

Shuri has been portrayed as the comedic younger sister of the Black Panther T’Challa in the first film, but now we get to see a newer, serious side to her after the death of her brother. One scene that stuck out to me was her interactions with Kilmonger in the Ancestral Plane as Shuri has the same pain and suffering that drove Kilmonger in his crusade. This interaction creates a sort of conflict within her of whether she wants to seek vengeance or protect her kingdom.

Namor the Sub Mariner

So, I’ve never really heard of or followed the story of Namor the Sub Mariner despite his legacy of the first mutant introduced in comic books. This version of Namor takes a much different turn in how they portray more Aztec culture and heritage with an aquatic blend. Namor has shown a level of complexity that makes him both a sympathetic villain and a ruthless man. He does genuinely care for his people, but willingly sees the necessary actions for portecting his kingdom.

Riri Williams, the Ironheart

Riri Williams, in my opinion, felt like a lackluster copy of Tony Stark in the comics with being black as a major draw-in for comic reader without any personality to back her up. She doesn’t share the exact type of impression as Kamala Khan in both the comics and her tv series, but isn’t a bad character, just under-utilized in aspects.

In the movie, she’s the “macguffin” that makes her a target by the Talokanil, basically Aztec Atlanteans. In her first impression, Riri is a no-nonsense MIT student who strives to outsmart her own professors. Other than that, she’s the fish out of water dragged into a big storm, the scientist responsible for making technology that locates Vibranium.

Other Characters

There are a lot of great characters that stand out within the film, particularly Queen Ramonda played by Angela Bassett and Nakia played by Lupita Nyong’o.

Ramonda becomes the perfect blend of strong command and calm wisdom who takes on the responsibilities of ruling Wakanda with strong, decisive force. She demonstrates this authority when she strips Okoye of her rank and role in the military as she laments the possible loss of her family while all the sides of the world are slowing trying to take down her kingdom.

Nakia returns in the film as a teacher in Haiti who gets pulled back into Wakanda after Shuri gets captured by Namor. Nakia is a sympathetic ear for Shuri to lean on where Nakia tries to show her the sides of the fight that could end in devastation on both sides. 

M’Baku, played by Winston Duke, does have a surprising level of development from a brute to strong warrior who acts as consul to Shuri during her transition into Black Panther.

The Story

Wakanda Forever deals with the aftermath of T’Challa’s death from an unknown disease and the rising war between the Talokanil and Wakanda. The story felt almost natural that allowed for strong character moments. The scene between Shuri and Namor making a truce for the benefit of their people highlights how they are willing to put aside their grudges and make each other allies facing the threat of the other countries trying to steal from them.

Afterwards...

Wakanda Forever doesn’t end in an epic note, but a somber one that creates a level of ambiguity for what may come for Black Panther and the possible third film that could follow in the future. The film’s ending gives a sense of closure for T’Challa’s and Chadwick Boseman’s journey in the MCU through Shuri’s perspective.

#wakanda #wakanda forever #shuri #okoye #nakia #namor the sub mariner #MCU #marvel #black panther #chadwick boseman #riri williams #talokanil #kilmonger #black panther 2 #angela bassett #queen ramonda #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #dominique thorne #tenoch huerta #m'baku #winston duke #black panther wakanda forever

[wakandaiscoming]

Wakanda Forever, second viewing

Here are some things I'd like to discuss

-- The parallel between Ramonda's speech at the UN when she says "now is our time to strike" putting words in the mouth of the US and France, compared to when Shuri says "now is our time to strike" about Talokan.

-- Okoye's "we are home" to Ramonda just like she said to T'Challa in the first film. I said out loud, "This never gets old." People looked at me funny.

-- How Ramonda is trying to get Shuri to go back to research on the Heart-Shaped Herb. I think she is trying to get Shuri ready to be the Black Panther, and trying to get her to do the emotional work necessary, but it's so sad that it's only her death that makes Shuri go back to it.

-- Okoye calling MIT the equivalent of a "Wakandan village school." I'm never going to get to go to Wakanda, guys, I got rejected from all but my state school. Ack.

-- Both Ramonda and Shuri seem to see Nakia as almost kin to them. They both go to her when they feel totally alone (Ramonda after Shuri is kidnapped and Shuri at the end).

-- Namor's description of his childhood is kind of scary. People thought he was a god since he was a child? No one seems to be providing any sort of parental guidance after his mother passes. I think he's gonna need all the therapy.

-- I notice all of the Talokanil drink their blue herb (it's like the Heart-Shaped Herb but all I don't know the name, just that it's blue not purple), and then seem to pass out or pass away. I wonder if they go to their version of the ancestral plane? We don't see it but it seems to be put there for a reason. Wakanda is powerful but it's not like all its citizens take the Heart-Shaped Herb. Only the Panther. They really can't survive a war with Talokan, unless Shuri starts growing a LOT more of those Herbs.

-- Disturbing to see how planned the attack on Ramonda is. The Talokanil draw defenses (Ayo) away from the Throne Room specifically so Namor can kill her, and she seems to know it because she tries to make Riri leave. (Angela Bassett's face when Dominique Thorne askes if she can call her mom!) And then Namor waits there, while Ramonda drowns, to tell Shuri she is Queen now.

-- Is Killmonger's sweater the same one he wears in BP1 just in white not black? I love the detail on these things. He doesn't seem to understand why Ramonda died for a girl from the "Lost Tribe" when T'Chaka killed his own brother. And I'm like, "Cuz Ramonda was fucking great, that's why."

-- I do wish Angela Bassett got some fight scenes. I'm an iffy on her white wig and usually I love the hair in BP movies compared to the terrible, terrible wigs in most MCU projects.

-- I want to talk more about Ayo being the General of the dora milaje now!! When Okoye is there, she wears the gold adornments, and after, it is Ayo who has gold. so clearly she got promoted in Okoye's absence. But how does she feel about that? Aneka seems to have left the dora also. What is that relationship like? Guys, I need more. I feel like there was more Aneka that was cut, because all we see of her leaving the dora is her giving those daggers back to Shuri?

-- I wrote a whole post about the parallels to the Challenge Day from BP1 and this film and didn't notice Shuri quotes M'Baku's line from BP1, "Your technological advancements have been overseen by a child" back to him and that's what prompts the line about her not being a child anymore. Sob.

-- I would be interested in a post about Shuri's hair journey. There's definitely an evolution from the first scene to the last.

-- Namora is such a badass. She takes a blast right in the chest from Riri and is not deterred in the slightest. I think she's neat.

-- Ryan Coogler said W'Kabi is in exile, but where do we think he went exactly? Ramonda suggests somewhere Okoye can visit. I wonder if they are trying to make it work still. She is very loyal, I guess. Usually putting a spear to your husband's throat ends a marriage.

-- Griot addresses Shuri as "princess" but in the scene where she says goodbye to Riri he calls her "Panther". She levelled up.

#black panther: wakanda forever #queen ramonda #princess shuri #okoye #ayo #m'baku #namora #griot #ryan coogler #queen angela bassett #w'kabi #aneka #ayo x aneka

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Well, I must say that I did my best but it was simply impossible for me to include some details such as the jewels, necklaces and expansions that they would surely use, nor could I include the pointy ears of Zyanya, Dayami and Saasilen, nor the glasses that Sinanche wears (occasionally ).

And I have to say that they are not entirely as I imagined but I did the impossible to capture the best of these beautiful beings.

I included the kids version and the young adult version just because, so the ages don't really match up with the headcanon above xD

Serious question that I have to do like the nosy person that I am, do you not sleep or what? I see you connected all the time xD

Extra data just because yes

- Nohek and Canek are identical twins (as you probably already realized) But mom and dad can identify them with no problem.

- Wakanda loves all the children of its queen, but more than one shed a few tears when they saw little Kinich grow up and notice the resemblance to their former king.

-Someday Sinanche and Dayami will be passionate about science and technology (and will make their aunt/mom very proud)

- Even if he's just over a year younger than his cousins, Kante is more than a head taller than Ixchel and Zyanya (and regularly teases them about it).

- Kante and Saya have always wanted a younger brother just to see who he looks like, since he looks more like Attuma and she looks like Okoye.

- The firstborn of the couples are as close as their Talokaniles parents, when a day is stressful they end up in a cave with Zyanya painting on the walls and Kante and Ixchel fighting around them.

- Although the twins are the most physically similar to their father, they all consider Saasil the little walking copy of Everett Ross.

- Zyanya has dad's ears and Kinich his wings but they look like their mother, the twins look like dad and apart from that they have both attributes.

- Namor finds it funny (and secretly loves him a little) how much Ixchel and Kante resemble their brothers (Namora and Attuma) both physically and in attitude.

OMG THIS IS IMPRESSIVE 😭😭😭 ABSOLUTELY BLOODY BEAUTIFUL IT MADE MY HEART GLOW

All of them stunning 😍

Ps. In answer to your question, Tumblr is my home hehe, so I'm always here 🤣

#namor #tenoch huerta namor #mcu namor #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #shuri #shuri black panther #namor fanart #king namor #queen shuri #mcu namora #ross x namora #namora #everett ross #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #black panther okoye #general okoye #mcu fic #wakanda forever

[tobiasdrake]

The Talokanil invasion of Wakanda. The threat made in Okoye vs. Attuma gets delivered on here. It's every bit as brutal as was promised. The Talokanil bring their unique brand of war to Wakanda's capitol city, and it's such an outside-context way to fight that nobody could possibly have prepared for it.

The way Talokan besieges an enemy people is more alien than the literal aliens that attacked Wakanda six years ago. From their weapons to their tactics to all of Namor's unique properties, everything about them is unconventional. Their very method of fighting comes from a different baseline relationship with the universe around them than that of land-dwellers, whether earthborn or extraterrestrial.

That makes for a fascinating war scene. Which also doubles as Namor's official action debut. We've seen what Attuma can do but only understood Namor in the abstract. All we've seen firsthand about him is that he can pluck helicopters out of the sky. But here, he finally gets to cut loose and demonstrate what makes him so much more dangerous than the rest of his people.

Namor breaks everything. The might of the Jabari crumbles under a single blow to M'Baku's sternum. Shuri's vast technological superiority breaks on contact with Namor's spear. And the royal palace falters under the pressure of his oceanic grenades.

This is exactly what Talokan promised. Up to and including Namor's promise from just a few minutes ago, to kill Ramonda if he's crossed. Against Namor, tradition fails. Progress fails. Technology and discipline try their hands and they both fail. Nothing could have prepared Wakanda, could have prepared anyone, for the kind of war that Talokan brings.

As Darkest Hours go, this does a great job at selling Talokan as unbeatable.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #talokan #wakanda #namor

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Now that I’ve seen the move...

I’m reading so many hot takes on Twitter regarding Talokan fighting with Wakanda. The worst are people saying Shuri isn’t good enough to be BP because she doesn’t have the skills... completely forgetting she made all the suits/tech, fought alongside the soldiers and her brother, and guided a shitty CIA op to help them in the middle of fighting during the last move. Fuck outta here. Shuri held her own. That mantle belonged to her.

Spoilers ahead...

The other take I found funny (and ignorant to the reality of the WF worldbuilding) was folks mad that Wakandans were getting their ass beat by Namor’s people. #1 Namor told them people he had more Talokanil than Wakanda had blades of grass, and #2, imagine an entire nation filled with the properties of the heart-shaped herb in their DNA. Every Talokanil has the strength and healing powers of the BP, and only the BP is blessed with that compared to regular Wakandans. So unless Shuri is going to mass produce 3D printed herb for everyone in her nation, the Wakandans were going to get washed fighting Namor and ‘nem.

For my own two cents, I ain’t mad at Namor for doing what he said he was going to do to protect his people. This man saw first hand how colonizers act. Witnessed the brutal changes in real time for 500 years. He is not going to fuck around with Wakandans who have lived secure in a bubble all their lives. The climate, oceans, and marine life are already suffering due to colonizers neglectful/selfish behavior, so of course he’s going to come hard to keep his people hidden and keep white folks from getting his vibranium deposit. He held out an olive branch with centuries of experience backing him as a ruler of his people. Ramonda messed up by not heeding his warning. She of all people already knew how these white folks were acting with her (that whole UN scene showed the treachery of the French and their American ally--The CIA). For her to not recognize a powerful ally to keep her own people safe too was a political and tactical error on her part. You got through a technologically advanced nation’s security system? Bay-bee, we about to sit down and talk in a diplomatic way first.

Namor had every right to clap back even if that meant taking out Wakanda first, (Ramonda included). Sucks for Wakanda and Shuri, but again, this is a man who has lived through the worst of white nonsense (unlike Wakanda whose only bad thing ever experienced was T’Chaka being killed). He knows where it will lead if they are discovered again because history backs him up. An old head is not about to have a repeat of these bitches coming for their people and resources once more. Shuri recognized that when she asked to go to Talokan (she wasn’t kidnapped, RiRi was.) Namor heard her talking to her mother before, that’s why he was willing to allow her into Talokan... the only surface dweller to ever go there.  

Now I’m not a fan of fridging characters to motivate other characters to act on something or grow their arc (especially if the character is male and the fridged is female--an old tired trope), but I decided to let Ryan Coogler tell the story he wanted to tell because of all the stuff he went through with the cast to get this film made. I hope people don’t lose track that White supremacy/White Imperialism/Capitalist bullshit is the root cause of everything in that movie. Ross and his people being the main villains. (Ross will stay on the hook because he knows what the CIA is all about and he perpetuates their violence with a milqtueoast appearance making people think he is a cute/nice ally. He isn’t. He represents the White Supremacist machine fully. Any dude once married to Val is just like her. Some of the most racist people (co-workers) I have ever met were nice, helpful, and pleasant-looking, but did horrendous non-violent things to perpetuate white supremacy when no one was looking.

People can go back and forth all they want about whether Ramonda sacrificed herself, or Namor killed her. I mean, both things can be true. He caused the water sinkhole she jumped into to save RiRi where she drowned. We can also argue that Nakia didn’t have to kill those two women in Talokan even though she was there to save two other women, but she did what she needed to do in that moment to protect a loved one. Again, white supremacy and the white military industrial complex started all this shit. They used a Black girl genius’s invention in the hopes of extracting a resource they would use to exploit Black and Brown folks globally. Namor came back to tap that ass. I can’t be mad at him too much. War sucks for everyone. He said what he said. Ramonda dismissed it.

Of course, my thoughts are based on a one time viewing of the film. I saw the first one 7 times (might’ve been 8, lol!), so I may have to do more viewings later as things I missed the first time will come to my attention. Heck, I may change my mind on some things later. For now, whew...the takes are all over the place regarding Shuri.

#bpwf spoilers #bpwf

[kukulkahn]

Languages, Childhood, & Surface Recon

I have so many questions

Based on inferences made by the conversations we witness, pretty much the entire population of Talokan speaks an iteration of màaya t’àan, requiring Shuri’s universal translator to be understood by non-Talokanil.

But Namor.... He speaks English as well. Fairly fluently. Where did he learn? Who taught him? Has he spent 400+ years making secretive trips to the surface in order to understand multiple languages? 

Because if he’s traveling to the nearest shoreline -- we assume somewhere in Mesoamerica -- English is not going to be the primary language he would have the greatest opportunity to pick up, especially not several hundred years ago. 

I think it may be fair to assume he speaks Spanish as well, whether as a tool to retaliate against Spaniard colonizers, or out of sheer practicality if he is indeed making trips to the surface. 

All this to say -- I feel somewhat confident in my brainrot that K’uk’ulkan has actually spent more time secretively investigating the surface world than originally suggested. Yes, his home and people are removed from global society, both out of necessity and by choice. But Namor is the one member of the Talokanil that can potentially pass as human (with enough clothing covering certain defining features... think Spock wearing a beanie). As their leader/god, he would be remiss in his duty if he didn’t venture out and assess the threats posed by the surface world, and that would mean he would need to understand their language, the socio-political climate, what weapons of war looked like in an ever-changing landscape of technology. 

... And now I’m imagining a young K’uk’ulkan in high-top combat boots and an oversized beanie, dodging his way through the crowded streets of Mexico City. Sitting in darkened corners of bars near the embassy offices and watching global news reports, head cocked to overhear loose-lipped politicians. Learning new tech, new forms of communication, new styles of warfare -- all the keep tabs on the colonizer threat.

... Standing in museums and staring at the artefacts of his People, of his mother’s people, and silent simmering in rage as every audio-guide speaks of them in the past tense.

#Talokan #Talokanil #màaya t’àan #MCU Namor #Origins: Talokan #Reference: headcanon #Deep Queue Sea #q

[loloalin]

Wakanda Forever Spoilers//

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While I don’t ship Namor and Shuri, I find their dynamic very rich. I particularly find their bond in grief fascinating: both in the way they inherit it and the way they process it. 

When Shuri loses her brother, she experiences grief manifested as rage, a destructive fiery force that could threaten the entire world. While she doesn’t fully face her grief, she understands that she must temper it, and she does so by delving into her lab work, coming up with scientific, technological solutions to Wakanda’s issues. Similarly, when Namor loses his mother and goes to bury her, he channels his grief into fire, burning his immediate surroundings and feeling rage towards the surface world: and yet, he too must temper this rage. His role as the god-king-protector of his people coupled with the fact that his nation’s vibranium hadn’t been discovered meant that he could prevent himself from being consumed by his grief-driven rage so long as his people were safe. Shuri and Namor cope with their losses by turning to work, all the while distracting themselves from fully confronting and dealing with their grief.

Funnily enough, the way they both use work to cope signals to how they experience grief not only as rage but failure. Why couldn’t I heal my brother’s body, Shuri wonders. Why couldn’t I heal my mother’s broken heart, Namor wonders. Why do I have these gifts, talents, skills if I can’t save the ones I hold dearest to me, they both wonder. Working is a means of numbing the pain they feel over the guilt they carry in not being good enough when it mattered most. Shuri never wants to fail anyone the way she THINKS she failed her ill brother, so of course she works around the clock coming up with new technologies. Namor never wants to fail anyone the way he THINKS he failed his broken-hearted mother, so of course he transforms Talokan into a civilization that recreates the best of the surface world. They are motivated by their losses to push their boundaries and become greater than they once were. It is no wonder then, that when Shuri tells Namor about her pain over T’Challa’s death, he tells her “only the most broken people can be great leaders”, a piece of wisdom inherited from his ancestors but also embedded in his life experiences. 

And STILL, the pursuit of such ‘greatness’ does not heal their wounds. When Namor holds a dying Talokanil in his hands, he feels failure in not being able to save his ‘child’, his grief manifests as rage, and he resolves to break the one person who was his kindred spirit, killing Shuri’s mother. Tragically, this binds them together even more than they already were. When she buries her mother, she buries her heart: she IS him, the child without love. His emotional wound inflames her wound, pushing her to the point of no return and, seemingly, sealing their doom. 

But that doesn’t happen. Their bond in grief is more than just that. It’s more than the doom and destruction that follows when grief remains unintegrated. The very act of Namor binding Shuri to him propels their journey out of the grief that consumed them. Shuri is freed from the constraints of tempering-but-not-dealing with her rage. Namor is the 'world' she can release her fire upon and burn without feeling as if she's failed anyone. And when she commits this act, there is nothing left to burn. No more destructive fire. The dust settles, and what is seen are the best parts of their bond. Their love for their people. Their love for their families. Their love for their mothers.  

Their dynamic will always be fraught with pain, their grief will always be a part of them, but they will always remember that in bonding together, they saw their mothers again, different, yes, but still PRESENT, signaling that the healing process they've evaded for so long has finally begun. 

#black panther #wakanda forever #shuri #princess shuri #namor #tchalla #queen ramonda #wf spoilers #grief #transformation #bond

[skylarstark4826]

Reclining back in the moist heat of the sauna, Attuma welcomed the relief as his muscles begun their process of relaxation. He massaged at his shoulders and circled his arms in the air, working out the kinks and knots that had developed from hours of sparring with Okoye.

Done with that, he hesitated a moment before reaching for his rebreather. He hypothesized that the air in the sauna was hydrated enough for him to comfortably go without the mask, as his skin had reverted from its blue hue, but wasn’t sure. He took the chance, removing it, and was rewarded to find that he’d been right. He carefully placed the rebreather down on the portion of bench above him, sure not to spill any of the fluid contained in its concave surface.

He turned his massaging fingers onto his face and rubbed along the contours of his cheeks and nose before running them through his hair. In actuality, his face hadn’t been bothered by the mask, Talokanil technology having advanced from the days of seaweed and ill-fitting apparatuses, but it was nice to have his face free and out in the open.

Attuma, and the other Talokanil soldiers who had volunteered for the program, had been in Wakanda for the last several days. They’d trained with the Dora Milaje, teaching each other their fighting styles, offering improvements and examining the other’s weapons of choice. It had been an enjoyable and informative exchange, though Attuma had been disappointed by the absence of the warrior he’d engaged with on the bridge.

When he could no longer keep himself from asking after her, he’d learned her given name, Okoye, and that she’d been demoted and stripped of her military ranking. She, for a brief time, had been simply a civilian before she was recruited for the Princess’s Midnight Angels. That explained why her dress had been different from that of the other female warriors that Talokan had battled that day on the monstrous Wakandan ship.

The Dora who had imparted him with the knowledge had been polite enough earlier in the day, but turned cold, glaring at him while telling the tale. She clearly blamed him for what had happened to her former general. Attuma did feel some guilt upon hearing what consequences had befallen the fierce warrior but waved it away. They had both been in command of their nation’s defenses: following the orders of their rulers and duty bound to protect their people by any means necessary. She would’ve done the same as him, had the tables been turned.

Unable to leave Wakanda without at least seeing her once, he sought her out. She’d ignored his friendly overtures, gruffly dismissing his invitation to talk, so he’d needled her until she had agreed to his challenge to spar.

He’d expected intense competition but had been almost unprepared for the hours of back and forth that had ensued, especially after having already spent the day training. His body was exhilarated but, somewhat, unpleased with the experience.

Now sat in the sauna, he groaned, glad to finally allowed his body to rest. The late hour meant that he would have the area to himself, or so he thought. He was dispelled of that belief with the opening and closing of the door. To a surface dweller the sound would have been inaudible, but his superior hearing picked up on the shifting of the door hinges. He also heard the light steps coming into the room.

“Okoye,” he breathed, picking up her scent and easily seeing her face through the steam that had accumulated in the room.

“Attuma?” She exclaimed. He could see her hastily wrap a towel around her body before waving a hand in front of her face to clear the fog.

“Yes, have you followed me, warrior? Do you seek to accomplish a just win this time?” He found that he couldn’t help himself when it came to this woman. He would do anything to have her attention; to get under her skin.

Okoye stomped her foot, the irritation clear in her tense shoulders and the frown on her face.

“Hardly. I would never follow you, and that last spar resulted in a just win.” She was tempted to turn and leave the sauna but refused to be chased away by this bull of a man. She took a seat adjacent to his. ‘It was better to keep your enemy in sight,’ she thought to herself as she eyed his defined chest and broad shoulders before glaring at his face. It was the first time she’d seen his skin without the blue tint sported by all the Talokanil once on the surface. The moisture in the sauna must have been enough to hydrate his skin to its natural color. She was curious but refused to ask about the change.

Attuma smirked briefly, eyeing her in return. She hadn’t been thorough enough in covering herself, and her right nipple pointed through over the top of her towel. He licked his lips, letting his legs fall wider as he imagined both her breasts laid bare to him as he pleased her.

“We have different definitions of just, warrior. Kneeing a man in his most private of parts while grappling in play is hardly just.” His hardening length ached slightly in remembrance of the blow.

Okoye laughed in answer and was about to speak when she noticed that Attuma had shifted to lift the towel off his lap.

“What are you doing?” She tried to contain her alarm but was unable to stop her mouth from falling open at what he unveiled. His shaft was only partway erect but already larger than any she’d seen before.

“You have bared yourself to me, so I thought to respond in kind. Also, it is imperative that I ensure no damage has come to my being since your vicious attack.” He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking from base to tip as his eyes, once again, gazed at her exposed nipple.

Okoye felt the space between her thighs become wet as she watched the motion of his hand. His actions were reckless and inappropriate, but she couldn’t look away. The bulbous head of his dick called to her. A drop of precum caused her to lick her lips.

“Lower your towel for me further, warrior. I wish to gaze upon your other breast as I pleasure myself.” He tightened his grip, speeding his hands up as his manhood presented itself to her at its full length.

“Huh?” Okoye asked, dumbfoundedly before heeding his words. Tearing her eyes away from his performance, she looked down at her chest and saw what his eyes had picked up earlier. This man, clearly, was no gentleman who would’ve graciously looked away or excused himself from the room.

Returning her glare to Attuma, she decided that two could play this game. She refused to have been caught awestruck by his physique without making an impact of her own. Instead of simply lowering the towel, she removed the entire thing, throwing it to the side as she fully bared herself to him. She was more than confident in her body, honed from decades of training, and was gratified by his sharp intake of breath and loudly exhaled groan.

She thought to retake her seat but decided to further her teasing and conquest. She would have this man under her, begging and moaning as she took her pleasure. Stepping towards him, she made sure to increased the sway of her hips.

“It is only right that I be the one to ensure no harm has come to you since I was behind the attack.” She purred the statement, placing her hand over his.

Attuma had fallen still during her advancement as he’d been captivated by the hypnotic movement of her body and seductive look in her eyes. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that this was how his night was going to go, but thanked Chaac and his people’s other gods for their blessings.

Kneeling on the bench below him, Okoye removed his hand from his penis and placed it on her breast. She allowed him a moment to caress her, holding back her moans as he immediately begun rolling her nipple between his fingers. Gazing directly into his eyes, she took up stroking his dick. She held it between her hands as she moved up and down his member with a tight grip.

Attuma groaned, loudly, fighting to keep his eyes open while the woman he’d spent near months thinking of touched him. If this was to be their only coupling then he wanted to do it all. Leaving her breast, he grabbed her about the waist and hauled her onto his lap. He took her lips, licking into her mouth as his hand took hold of her ass. He ground her pussy against the underside of his cock. He wanted to taste her lower lips as well but would settle for these, for now.

Okoye’s plans for control had been hijacked by the fish head, as she had not so kindly taken to calling him in her head, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as his penis pressed into her clit and lit her body aflame. Moaning into his mouth, she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at his scalp as she worked herself against him, chasing the orgasm she could already feel coming.

When it hit, Okoye fell out of their kiss. She cried out as her back arched and her pelvis sputtered of its own accord.

Attuma took that moment to enter her, seating her directly on his dick after taking her hips roughly in hand. Okoye screamed in pleasure, her orgasm heightened as Attuma buried his face in her neck and bracketed his arms around her waist. He gritted his teeth, holding back his own climax and groaning at the feel of her wet walls convulsing around him. Her muscles held him in a tight grip before relaxing and doing it again. It was heaven but also hell as he didn’t want to embarrass himself by finishing too quickly with his warrior.

He gave her shallow thrusts as she worked through her orgasm. When it finished, she lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed him with twice the passion he had bestowed on her. Then she pulled away and begun to move on his cock. She may have just come but was energized and ready to do it again, this time in tandem with her fish head. One orgasm had rendered the childish nickname from one of spite to affection.

Her hand on his shoulder, Okoye drove her hips onto his, taking him deep. She forced her eyes to remain open as she watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. His hands still firmly gripped her, but he surrendered and allowed her to moderate their pace. She appreciated his submission but wanted to experience the full power of his thrusting hips as he took her. Slowing her body, she pulled his hair to capture his attention.

Before he could speak, she said, “I want you on top.” She pulled him forward and leaned back on his lap, trusting him to steady her. She left the care of her body in his hands. It was marginally terrifying, but Okoye had never been one to let fear hold her back.

Attuma didn’t disappoint. He cradled her in his arms before delicately placing her, on her back, on the bench. That was where his gentleness ended though. Once he was back inside her, his thrusts were forceful. He took her breath away as he caged her in his arms. He groaned loudly in her ear, voicing his pleasure and complimenting her as he encouraged another orgasm from her body.

“You take my cock so well, little warrior… Does it feel as good for you as it does me?... Come for me. Wet my body with your essence… Good, just like that, my love.” No man had ever been so vocal with her, instead choosing to remain stoic as they expected Okoye to perform for them. It was liberating to know her partner found such pleasure in her and compelled her own to flow as she drenched Attuma and the bench beneath them in her juices.

Okoye was now the one whose eyes rolled back into her head as she relinquished complete control. Attuma took command of her body, thrusting into her and grinding into her clit as he bit and kissed along her neck and shoulders. He noted her reactions to his movements and repeated the ones she seemed to find especially favorable. Okoye could only hold on, nails digging into his back and ass, as he rearranged her world.

Soon they were both screaming, crying out their pleasure as they reached their completion together. Attuma emptied himself inside of her. He filled her with his seed and could feel it gushing as his hips continued moving, even though he was done and spent. It would seem it wasn’t only his mind that couldn’t get enough of the woman underneath him.

Okoye had to eventually push him off of her, much to sensitive to tolerate anymore stimulation down below. She heard a loud thud and a pained groan as Attuma landed on the ground below their chosen bench.

She attempted to apologize but found she was unable to form words. Her body still tingled, twitching slightly, from the force of her orgasm. Taking a moment to recover, she eventually joined Attuma on the floor by rolling over to land atop his body.

He issued another pained groan but happily and immediately lifted his arms to wrap around her. He rubbed along her back and shoulders as she snuggled under his chin. Sleep was quickly coming for her, but they couldn’t stay where they were and risk being found in such a compromising position.

“We can’t stay here,” she stated, though she made no effort to move.

“You may rest your eyes for a while. I will keep watch, until you are ready to leave, and alert you if anyone approaches.”

Okoye smiled. She allowed her eyes to close as she put her trust, once again, in this man who had started out an enemy but was, maybe, becoming something more.

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[cinnamonsikwate]

ah-HA finally I see someone talking about the Talokan world building! One thing that I haven't seen anyone mention is the specific shade of blue the Talokanil turn into on the surface, but I think it's supposed to invoke Mayan Blue! The wiki article on it is (in my uneducated opinion) pretty good, but one thing that stood out is that human sacrifices to Chaac were painted that color, which is just, so profound. The detail of this film, ugh!

I discovered this when I was trying to find symbolic colors that other people would turn into if they joined the Talokanil. It was for a plot bunny that I will likely never catch, but a pre-Black Panther K'uk'ulkan saves a dying N'Jadaka by giving him the Talokanil Herb after mistakingly thinking N'Jadaka was the son of a Talokanil. I thought Haint Blue (a Gullah shade believed to ward off ghosts) would be a good ironic choice for N'Jadaka, but I'm not sure if a color so heavily associated with the American diaspora would be a good choice for a Wakandan like Shuri ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yes, I partially made this ask to plug my prompt lol. I'm disappointed that not many fanfics are doing the world building that the Talokanil deserve! Instead they're just being treated as people who sometimes go in the water at best, or invoking racist Native tropes as worst. But I loved your detailed post about their clothing! You did an amazing job at researching! Now, if only Ryan Coolger and the crew would release the 200-page bible they wrote about Talokan...

hello and thank you for this ask!

tbh i didn't look up much regarding maya blue when i wrote the clothing analysis posts, but after doing some reading, i definitely agree! many of the scholarly articles on maya blue focus on its chemistry rather than its cultural significance, but the reason researchers find it so intriguing is its near-indestructibility (sánchez del rio et al. 2011, 453-481), which i think ties in neatly to the talokanil ability to self-regenerate.

this passage from arnold et al. (2008, 151-164) is particularly interesting:

when the shaman was trying to convince fen to drink the liquid, we see someone holding what looks like an incense burner in the background. we can take the talokan plant to be a stand-in for the indigo plant, and the vibranium that it contains as a stand-in for palygorskite (a clay mineral). so all three together = maya blue.

the idea that the zamá people were sacrificing themselves for chaac's protection? damn???

anyway. i LOVE your prompt! it's very thought-provoking. i have had somewhat related idle musings, mostly because i'm not sure how realistic it is for the talokanil population to have ballooned to beyond-the-grass-of-wakanda numbers from only a handful of founders in a span of less than five centuries. i like to think that at some point they were regularly rescuing people from the surface, adding to the diversity of their gene pool and also bringing in new customs and technology.

several questions arise though: how long were they doing this, who did they rescue, and how wide was their geographic scope? we know at least one talokanil extra is afro-indigenous; the kids shuri meets in talokan aren't credited on imdb but they looked a lot whiter to me than the other talokanil, so the actors may be mixed. aside from razing haciendas and plantations on the mainland after that first time, would they also have rescued people from the trans-atlantic slave trade? would they have swum around to the pacific and rescued people from the manila-acapulco galleon trade?

which brings me back to your prompt and has me asking more questions - would chaac's blessing cover someone who is not one of his people? is conversion a prerequisite? although the idea that anyone — from indigenous americans to africans to filipinos — can become talokanil is interesting, because would that mean they'd have communities within talokan where they continue to practice their cultures? how would their different worldviews affect how they see and treat k'uk'ulkan? and — would they still be maya blue or would they take on a color more connected to their original culture? if they do take on different colors, haint blue for n'jadaka does sound pretty fitting (especially since it also uses indigo). as for shuri though, since she didn't take the unmodified talokan plant, should her skin color still change?

if i had the stamina to write fic, i'd have run away with this prompt, but unfortunately i don't, so let's put this out there and hope someone takes the bait! (fish pun intended)

i do occasionally come across fics (usually of the shipping variety) that i think do a pretty decent job of world-building, but they tend to focus on the present-day customs of the talokanil and less so on their early years (which is what i'm more interested in). i do dearly wish we get to see more canon talokan lore soon, but if ryan coogler is not involved somehow, idk if i can take it lol.

again, thank you so much for taking the time to read my meta, and i appreciate your engaging with me!

p.s. according to hannah beachler, the talokan guide is 400 pages!

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[mymarsmoonandstars]

THIS WAS HARD TO WRITE because it's about namor. and though i love him i'm completely enraged by him, by his choices and his actions and for taking away my dear ramonda from my beloved shuri. shuri may not feel vengeance anymore, but that's because i took it and i'm holding it all for her.

but i absolutely love the idea that attuma namora starts a coup to unseat namor. she hates that he knelt to the wakandans. so i swallowed my anger and wrote this. about 1.8k words. tw violence. and again, no title.

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"Attuma, what troubles you?"

Attuma filled the doorway of Namor's bedroom. He did not don his shark skull headdress, and the mask rippled quickly over his mouth, so Namor saw his breathing was not right. Namor stood from his table of trinkets. He loosed his tilmàtli, draping it over the chair. His spear leaned tall and honed against one of the painted walls. He took hold of it.

"So," Namor spoke very softly, "it is time?"

In response, Attuma hung his head.

*

His people surrounded him in seconds. They packed the pale blue and jade green pools that led to Talokan. Some climbed out of the water, lining the curves of Namor's bedroom, allowing no room for an enemy to escape. They crouched low, gripping tortoise husk shields, ready to defend.

Just as he had taught them.

Centuries of leading them, protecting them, sunk and wasted away. A dying whale. "My own people. . . raise their hands against me?"

"You told me yourself, that the black panther is the strongest, that Wakanda is the strongest. You forget who has made you a god, K'uk'ulkan." The voice belonged to Namora, and though it was strong, it wavered. The soldiers in the water parted so she could drift forth. The fins of her headdress and about her shoulders and waist mirrored a thousand brown and white striped wings as she ascended from the pool, her own spear in hand. She wanted to remind him that the same people who made him a god were the same people who could take it away.

Namora spun her spear. She struck. Namor's spear appeared in his hand almost instantly. He blocked. The vibrations from their two weapons colliding shook the cave's walls. "I refuse to fight my own," contended Namor. He tried looking at her through the locked crisscrossing of their spears, tried to make her understand that he had known her, all his life, as she had known him. "You cannot say the same?"

They broke apart. Namora stamped the end of her weapon against the floor. "You are not of us! Not anymore!"

"Surface-dweller!" someone called out from the crowd. The god-king flinched.

Namora saw her chance. With a skilled twirl of her spear, she sliced, cutting him right across the stomach. Namor stumbled back, half hunched over, clutching his abdomen. More shocked than hurt. Namora pointed the spear at his head. "Leave!" she cried, her voice laced with anger and pain. "Leave, or we will make you leave!"

We. Namor at once realized. It was not him against Namora, but him against his kingdom. He looked beyond her, and in the cave’s luminescent glow burned not adoration and respect in the eyes of the Talokanil, but indignation and betrayal.

A sudden memory: his mother, leaving home to find another. That would not be him.

He’d show them.

Namor shot up in the air, lifting as high as the stalactite ceiling would allow. Hundreds of heads swiveled up to see his beating wings. He saw an opening in the water. Small, undulating. But he could make it.

Attuma watched from a glassless window in Namor's bedroom. He loved fights, beckoned them, even. But Namor had raised him. And Namora? His closest companion, his sole confidant. This was a challenge that went beyond fighting. Turning, Attuma pressed his large hands to the mural, one palm on the feathered serpent god, and the other right above the black panther's heart. "Líi'kik Talokan," Attuma whispered.

In one dive, Namor was gone.

*

This time he did it the right way. Namor swam east, and as he got closer, he slowed. Wakanda had advanced their marine technology since the war, so Namor's detection came early and swift. The River Tribe surrounded him, and releasing the spear, he let them.

The tribe took him to the throne room. "Glory to Hanuman. The River Tribe can do their jobs, and so the fish jumps out of the water into a net." King M'Baku smiled humorlessly. He told the scowling tribespeople, as well as the Dora, to leave them. Fortunately, there was no Okoye to contest this. King M’Baku propped one elbow up on the throne’s armrest, caressed at his beard. "Tell me, what has beached you?"

The Wakandans had fixed their floors, noticed Namor, yet it was no longer glass, rather a smooth, red clay. "I wish," Namor said to King M'Baku, "to only speak with the princess."

M'Baku stared at him, then his shoulders shook with resounding laughter. "You come here, to Wakanda, making demands." He rubbed at his eyes, flicked away invisible tears. "Funny, funny man."

"I must speak with the princess."

"You will not speak to the black panther."

"This is urgent, as well a matter of Wakanda’s security. She is the only one—"

"No."

They went back and forth. But Griot had already informed Shuri of Namor's arrival, as soon as he had waded out into the wide open sea. Shuri had entered the throne room soundlessly, standing in its shadow, listening to Namor and M'baku's heated exchange.

"I am asking for Wakanda's help—"

M'baku was standing now, voice bellowing. "You asked us for help the last time and look where it had gotten us!"

"This time will be different.''

"One more word, fish man." M'Baku shook a finger at him. "One more word and I will throw you back to where you came from myself."

But Shuri stepped out from the dark. "How?" she asked, her infamous question. The two men turned to their right. Namor had lived nearly five hundred years. He had forgotten what time could feel like. Now he felt it pressing up against and all around him, a pressure akin to the ocean.

It had been so long, since the last time he'd seen her.

"How," repeated Shuri, slowly circling Namor, "will it be different this time?"

He watched her. He had not even heard her come in, had not even sensed her presence. It discomforted him. It enthralled him. "Allow me the honor of speaking with you alone." Namor added, after a beat, "Shuri."

"I will not have it," snapped King M'Baku, but Shuri nodded sincerely at him. She and M'Baku trusted each other wholeheartedly. M'Baku grunted, relenting. He stepped from the dais and paused at Namor's side, having to tilt his chin to look down at Namor in the face. "Try anything, fish man, and we'll take another wing for our trophy room."

Namor frowned. An unmistakable ghost of a smile curved Shuri's lips.

Once alone, Namor turned to Shuri. "My people have turned against me, and Wakanda is the only nation strong enough to go against the Talokinil." Once the black panther fake ambushes the Talokinil, Namor explained, he'd come in and defend them. Then his people would see that they were lost without their god.

Shuri was silent for a moment. Then she laughed, a half grim, half amused laugh. He was still the same old god—she corrected herself—same old man. War was his answer for everything, even pretend ones.

"There's another way," said Shuri. She explained how monarchy worked in her country, the Warrior Falls. "You must defeat Namora, including whomever follows suit, challenger to challenger. This is a fight between you and your people alone."

"I am afraid that there is no convincing them. I must fight you, and only you."

"Why me? Why have they turned against you?"

"I. . . " Namor clenched and unclenched his left hand, his spear-holding hand. "You defeated me. I told them you were the strongest in the world."

Shuri paused. "I see." She walked to the throne room's floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the beautiful, bustling capital city that was Birnin Zana. Crowds of Wakandans walked the streets, eating street food, holding books, climbing into driverless cabs. Silently, she felt Namor join her side. "Years ago, my cousin wanted the throne. And he had gotten it, too, by defeating my brother. But we later discovered my brother had survived, and so my brother continued the challenge for the throne, and beat him at last."

Though Namor gazed out the window, his brows were drawn together. He intently listened to her words.

"But my brother did not win only by defeating him. My brother offered to let him live, and though my cousin refused, my brother did not see him only as enemy, but as family. You asked us before, why my brother released our country’s secret. Our cousin is why. He had felt that Wakanda had abandoned him. He was wrong in his ways, but right in his feelings."

The two of them continued to watch the Golden City below. A little girl was chasing a boy who appeared to be her older brother. One could almost hear their peals of laughter.

Distantly, Shuri touched the necklace that held her black panther suit. She felt tense. It hurt being next to Namor, in this place. Anger and grief and loss threatened to rise up, and it took everything in her to not let it.

She closed her eyes. Her breath fogged the glass. Did she dare say her next words? Yes, if she wanted a better world. And she did want one, needed one, if not for herself, then for the little boy who lived in Haiti. "Namor, you must be like my brother, T'Challa. Defeat your cousin just as he had defeated ours. But do not look at her as only a challenge. Recognize Namora's pain, for it may be similar to my cousin’s. Then, do better." Shuri's eyes opened and she stepped away from him. She would hurt him, if she stood beside him a second more. "And that is all I have to say to you."

She turned on her heel to leave, but the god-king called out, “Shuri?”

She stopped. It was strange to hear her name on his tongue. She did not turn to look.

“If I fail, Namora seeks a second war with Wakanda. I may not return to warn you, so I warn you now.” Namor felt the weight of his words as he said them. But his people were endless in number, extraordinarily deft, and—perhaps?—understandably angry. Those three things added together equaled a life at risk. “You must prepare.”

Shuri nodded, ever-so-slightly. Namor almost didn’t see it. Then she departed. 

In her place strode King M'Baku, then a stream of women guards in red. The Dora took position at Namor's sides, ready to escort him out. "Again," said the king. "You are lucky that Wakandans are not anything like you. Go."

Namor was guided away. As he always found himself doing, he mulled over Shuri's words. Be like my brother. Is that what she had done, when she spared him? As she stood over him with a blade to his neck?

When she had reminded him of his mother?

At the riverside shore, Namor saw Attuma standing there, seemingly waiting. River tribespeople flanked him, preventing his further entrance. "Namora discovered I warned you of the rebellion, and I was exiled," said Attuma, right before asking, "Had you seen a head-shaven woman, tattoos, perhaps dressed in blue?"

"No," answered Namor, and he saw Attuma's wide blue shoulders sink. "Attuma, let us go home."

The Dora and The River Tribe were waiting for them to leave. Attuma shook his head. "Namora leads now, K’uk’ulkan. The black panther is not with you. We are outnumbered."

The feathered serpent god reached out and took hold of Attuma's shoulder. He smiled. "That is all right. For I will be like T'Challa."

"T'Cha..lla?"

Namor stepped in the water, and it felt tender and cool against his wings. He felt electric. He felt like the man who had yielded to the black panther. One of the Dora handed him back his spear, giving him a lethal stare while at it.

"Attuma, I will tell you all about him on our way home."

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