#sonofkingtchaka

[ororomunrce-blog]

“ i thought you were gone. for good. ” - @sonofkingtchaka​

“In a way, I am. I’m not the same girl I was in the village. I’ve learned things about myself. Experienced more of the world. Grown... But fate has a funny was of bringing perople ” Ororo smiled, looking down as they walked down the path in the park. The two of them had been exploring the more...enjoyable parts of the city. They walked side by side, their fingers just grazing each other now and then. Her heart skipped each time. “Do you know how long you’ll be staying in the city?” she asked him, testing the waters and lightly grabbing his fingers when they grazed again.

[manhattansbestwebslinger]

“I like your jack o'lantern!” - @sonofkingtchaka​

“Yeah? I was trying to be a bit more creative, but i ended up with a pile of mush. You really can’t do better than classic I guess.” She smiled proudly at her work. “I’ve got a few more if you want to make one too! Do you celebrate Halloween in Wakanda?

[tomcatblake]

@sonofkingtchaka​

“Cool suit. I didn’t know there was another Catman in town.” Catman said, dropping the man he’d been beating and focussing on the man who just walked in on him. If there was anything he took very seriously it was abuse towards cats. Specifically lions. So when he’d noticed a Circus had rolled into town, he had to check out whether or not they were treating their animals with the respect they deserved and of course, the large cat was in bad condition. Hungry and pacing in it’s cage. Marked from thrashings. “Turn around, pal. I’m liberating the cat and I don’t care how many people I have to beat to do it.” 

[asgardianfemmefatale]

“ i’m still standing after all this time . ” - @sonofkingtchaka​

Amora looked over at him, draping herself on the chair as if it was a throne. “Perhaps.” She seemed to mull it over for a moment, her eyes inspecting him, her fingers twirling a blonde lock of hair around her index fingers. “But I’ve met many kings. Many men who have always told me about how grand they are.” She then offered a smile that had melted the hearts of even the most hardest Asgardian warriors. “They usually end up the same. Mediocre at best. It is funny how gods approach a goddess and expect there to be some sort of flattery.” She waved her hand flippantly as she spoke, her eyes rolling. “Seems mortals and Asgardians have that in common.”

[irxnstrk]

@sonofkingtchaka​: “Are you afraid of the dark?”

Tony snorted softly as T’challa spoke, glancing over at him. “Why do you ask? Did you find out about my Snoopy night-light?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Not really,” he said. “I am, however, afraid of being sucked into the soulless black void of space, but that’s less to do with the dark, and more to do with the whole, you know...” He waved his hand vaguely. “Inescapable specter of death while drifting aimlessly through the uncaring multitude of stars, thing.”​

[visxofhope]

@sonofkingtchaka​: “What are you even supposed to be?”​

Vision tilted his head in confusion, a little frown touching his face. “A man?” he said, sounding rather uncertain about it. Had he forgotten to enable the disguise that shielded his true form from view? But glimpsing his reflection in the storefront window dispelled that notion, while also shedding light on what the other man was actually asking. He still wore the shirt from his Halloween costume, which he had tried on that morning. “Oh!” he said, and brightened. “I am Finnick Odair, from the Hunger Games series. My son told me that I rather resemble the actor who portrayed Finnick in the movie adaption. So I thought it would be a suitable Halloween costume.” He paused. “There is also a spear. But it is plastic. I don’t like weapons.” 

[ororomunrce-blog]

This land was still strange for Ororo. It was bad enough she was just getting used to the colonized version of civilization. Then the universes melded into something entirely different. Granted, time had passed, and she believed to be doing better herself now and becoming used to her day-to-day life. That is why, when someone from her passed appeared, it was almost impossible to contain her surprise. “T’challa?” she spoke softly, incase she was wrong. But she recognized the scar on his arm. She’d been there when he’d received it from the kidnappers. Still. The world was new, and just because she remembered him, did not mean he remembered her. @sonofkingtchaka​