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King T-Challa opens the State of Wakanda to the World with a speech to the United Nations Assembly!

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a T'Challa look for the Hellfire Gala. I wanted something that said power: strong, sexy, and just a lil dangerous. Something to have everyone (and Ororo) shaking immediately.

the Wakandan words on the pants include "hope", "freedom", and "for my queer Africans". Last week saw another attack against the African LGBT community. Sending love and trying to take action where I can. Hope you're doing well.

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Meow

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Justice Is Not Served...

[ww-deadpool]

Why are you a pool of dead

Why aren't you?

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War Orphan, PROLOGUE, KING STEVE & DEAF THEIF LITTLE SISTER OFC

SUMMARY: King Steven of Brooklyn discovers a secret that his gruff father kept from the world. Now with the older king long dead, Steve wants to introduce Johanna Swan to the royal court. What happens when spies, poison and secrets meets them at every turn?

CHAPTER WARNING: mention of death (nothing graphic) mentions of infidelity (nothing graphic) mentions of a child born out of wedlock

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Hey there everyone! This is yet another little writing project that I had abandoned in the past. It is heavily inspired by Pseudo Princess, a MCU royalty AU as brilliantly imagined and written by @shreddedparchment. So please do give them some love!

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1082

LINE BREAKS BY @firefly-graphics

Steven Grant Rogers, the newly minted king of Brooklyn, only felt rage- pure, unbridled, raw rage as he stared down at the small chest that he had found while in his late father’s study. It had been hidden underneath a floorboard, and the curious young man could not help himself and opened it, revealing letters, a rendering of a young girl, withered flowers and a feather from some unknown bird.

The dread and anger only grew more pronounced as he read though each letter- professing a certain never ending love to the stoic ruler, talking about secret meetings, thanks for gifts in the form of a small house, goats and books���

And the king’s illegitimate daughter, a fiery tempered girl with her father’s brilliant red curls and freckles and her mother’s petite build and sense of wild adventure.

Johanna.

She is so beautiful, read one such letter to the king. She thanks you for the new set of quills, ink pot and bottle of ink that you sent her for her birthday last month. I swear, her fingers are now permanently stained with ink, and she is set on writing a book and publishing it when she is of an older age.

Steve gritted his teeth, anger painfully clenching at his heart.

“How could you do this to mom?” he muttered angrily. “I thought you loved her- why would you do this to her?”

He collapsed into the grand throne like chair that stood neck to his father’s desk, overwhelmed at the other side to the king that he had grown up calling father. He rifled through the letters, unsure of what he was looking for. He plucked a random envelope and opened it to find shaky penmanship.

Johanna has been asking questions about you- about her father… what should I tell her? That her father is of noble blood, a member of the royal family, the ruler of this kingdom… read one of the letters that had been addressed to the late king.

And just like that, the letters ended.

The letters ended three years ago, right around the time of the Great Grass Sickness, and Steve knew without a doubt that his father’s springtime fling had died during the plague.

“Johanna…” murmured Steve, closing his eyes and taking a deep shuddering breath of air, trying to calm his temper as he did the math in his head a few times, realizing that Johanna would be around eighteen years of age now, not even ten years younger than he was.

A slip of parchment, folded into quarters, fell out of the bundle, Steve managing to intercept it before it could land. He opened it and smiled at the sketching of a child- Johanna, as he took the main focus of the rendering to be.

He squinted, bringing the sketching up closer so that he could peer at the careful charcoal markings. She looked to be around ten or eleven years old, with long curls that caped out behind her as she stood in a field of flowers with a brisk wind whistling through her loose curls and making her kirtle flutter around her ankles. She wore a straw hat to protect her face and the back of her neck from the cheerful sun, and was holding onto her headwear with a single hand while laugher danced across her face. Her other hand clutched at a gathering of bright blooms and her feet were bare of shoes or stockings. The careful charcoal markings showcased perfectly deep dimples imprinted in her chubby cheeks. But what really caught his attention, was a purple and red stain that covered the left side of her face. He recognized it almost immediately- it was a birthmark that popped up every few generations in the royal lineage. Steve had the same marking, only it spanned the entirety of his left shoulder.

Something was stirring inside of Steve’s chest- an unfamiliar feeling that he couldn’t quite put a name to.

I have a little sister, he realized, a small smile growing on his face. I have a little sister.

A little sister.

“Steve?”    

He looked up from the letters to see his wife, Duchess Margaret Carter, with one hand cupping her swollen stomach. She smiled softly at him as she waddled her way across to him. He reached out blindly, clasping one of her hands in his as she ran her fingers through his blond locks.

“What is troubling you?” she murmured softly, coming to stand in between his legs, one hand on his shoulder for balance.

“Dad had an affair,” he blurted out. “And I have a sister- well, a half-sister.”

“Oh, Stevie,” she sighed, hugging his head close to her chest.

“I don’t wanna be like him,” he mumbled from in between her bosom, pulp with motherly milk. “I’m not gonna raise taxes, or imprison innocent civilians. None of that. He was my father, but he wasn’t the father I strive to be one day. And in order to achieve that, some things need to change- starting with Johanna.”

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The #RecastTChalla Remix: BW Responds To A Review Of A Past Article

BW Media Spotlight gets some of those 15 minutes of fame for The #RecastTChalla Remix: BW Responds To A Review Of A Past Article

@SW_Tronix did great work on this article #recasttchalla @CouncilWakanda @BeRealWithDRea1 @The_BPFG https://t.co/NDp8fNWVuP — I_Ain't_Saying_I'm_Just_Saying (@TheoButler04) May 19, 2024 When I saw the #RecastTChalla hashtag was trending again on X-Twitter (this week, Elon Musk moved it over to the “x.com” URL because apparently he’s officially going with this unnecessary name change), I did what…

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The New Queen

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) by Ryan Coogler [This review was first published on my Marvel blog.] It’s been almost three months since Black Panther: Wakanda Forever was released and I’m glad I sat with it a little longer, that I waited until I could watch it again. Not because I was doubtful about how I felt about it but just because I had to re-experience it. I have limited resources…

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The way the Wakandans were dancing in the streets at T'Challa's funeral to celebrate his life

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What If (2021-…)

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“In my culture, death is not the end”

- T’Challa

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Millions of people move to different countries in today’s time and legal changes related to immigration have a huge impact on individuals and families. Let’s discuss the effects of these legislative changes, looking at the difficulties encountered by immigrants as well as the wider consequences for host countries.

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Kara Panter / Black Panther - T'Challa Kimdir?

T'Challa, Afrika ülkesi Wakanda'nın kralı ve Kara Panter unvanını taşıyan kurgusal bir süper kahramandır. Marvel Comics tarafından yayınlanan çizgi romanlarda yer alır.

T’Challa, Afrika ülkesi Wakanda’nın kralı ve Kara Panter unvanını taşıyan kurgusal bir süper kahramandır. Marvel Comics tarafından yayınlanan çizgi romanlarda yer alır. Özellikleri: Güç: T’Challa, kalp şeklinde özel bir bitki yedikten sonra insanüstü güce, hıza, çevikliğe, dayanıklılığa, reflekslere ve duyulara sahip olur. Zekâ: Dahi seviyesinde zeki bir taktisyen, bilim adamı ve mühendistir.…

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The Wise Build Bridges

The Wise Build Bridges #Unity #Togetherness #Connection

Image Source: Pop Culture Uncovered “More connects us than separates us. In times of crisis, the wise build bridges, while the foolish build barriers.” ~ King T’Challa (Chadwick Boseman), Black Panther   Building bridges helps to unite things, people, and places that are separated by rips of division, or barriers of isolation. If we would only communicate civilly, we will discover how much more…

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Am I a Monster? Disney Frozen & MCU Corssover, CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

Summary:

Elsa and Anna Arendelle. Sisters first, best friends forever. Even with Elsa being the one with cryokinesis- the enhanced abilities to control snow, ice and the cold. Struggling to make ends meet with Elsa attending college and Anna finishing up her senior year of high school, they accidently attract the attention of both SHIELD and HYDRA.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

I’m back! this is a rewrite of a past project that I had abandoned due to Covid and lack of brain cells. Let’s hope that I don’t lose interest in this little project of mine!

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1089

Elsa shut the door with her foot, carrying two bags of groceries for the week. An exhausted sigh escaped her mouth at the silence that filled with dingy apartment, located in the poorer parts of New York. Despite the fact that the twenty one year old college student was raising her sickly high school student sister on a fixed income, the sad apartment was fixed up to the best of their ability. The thin walls were decorated with blankets to keep the warmth in, the sagging bookshelf was crammed full with textbooks and cheap adventure novels, the outdated kitchen had a fresh tray of double chocolate chip cookies on the counter and a damp towel was neatly folded next to the stove.

All in all, the two sisters did the best that they could with what little they had access to.

“Hey,” Anna, her little sister, greeted with a weak smile over from the couch, where she was working on her chemistry homework. “How were classes?”

“Alright,” smiled the pale blonde with a small smile. “I’m just happy that winter break starts next week. Speaking of which- I went and got you another blankie.” She reached into one of the grocery bags and pulled out a fuzzy fleece blanket in hot pink and electric purple.

“Thank you!” Anna happily squealed, snatching the blankie from her sister and promptly wrapping herself in a warm cocoon.

“Well with how easily you get cold, I just figured that I should just wrap you up in blankies and have myself a little Anna burrito,” Elsa teased her said with a laugh. “Especially with Paul being such a grade A sleazebag excuse of a landlord and flat out refusing to fix the heating system.”

“Yeah.” All that could be seen of Anna were her eyes and nose, causing for Elsa to reach across and tap her little sister on the nose.

“Speaking of which, how are you on medication?” Elsa asked as she began to put the groceries away. “Do I need to go out and make a drug store run?”

“I don’t think so- my inhaler is half full,” Anna said, taking her glasses of to scrub at her eyes. “But I think I’m coming down with another ear infection and a head cold.”

Elsa groaned under her breath as she figured the cost of the medicines that Anna would require to get to her bubbly self once more.

“I’m so sorry Elsa,” Anna apologized. “I truly don’t mean to be so sick all the time.” Elsa didn’t have to look to see her sister was trying not to cry.

“I know you don’t,” Elsa took out a saucepan that had seen better days. “Does chicken noodle soup sound good for tonight?” Anna nodded, setting her homework aside as she curled up into a little ball to keep herself warm.

“Oh Elsa, before I forget, you got a letter today,” Anna said in an excited voice. “Had to sign for it and everything. I put it on our bed. it has an official looking seal- who do you think it’s from?”

Elsa smiled her thanks through a mouthful of food before standing to place her now empty bowl into the sink. She entered the only bedroom in the crap excuse of an apartment and immediately saw the letter- an official looking envelope of heavy cream colored parchment.

“Well, well, well… what have we here?” Elsa muttered, eyeballing the otherwise innocuous white envelope- Miss Elsa Arendelle it was addressed to in stern typewriter’s font. 1450 West Snow Hill Drive, #237, New York NY, 00097 was addressed underneath her name, making her anxiety skyrocket for some unknown reason.

Elsa was shaking as she used her gloved thumbnail to peel the flap open and pulled out a single sheet of paper, the same font from the front of the envelope. Elsa took in the bolded header, which had STARK INDUSTRIES stamped in a simplistic stylist font.

Elsa eyeballed the cream colored letter envelope as she set her backpack onto the rickety chair next to the sisters’ shared chest of drawers. She continued to read, her hands trembling as her pale blue eyes took in the words that were scattered across the page. Elsa could literally feel her face losing all color as she closed her eyes, forcing herself to take a deep breath of air.

I should have been more careful, she scolded herself, thinking back to that day when she had interrupted a mugging between a pimply faced teenaged young man and a heavily pregnant woman.

Dear Miss Arendelle, the letter read.

Your unique abilities have recently come to the attention of the Avengers, as well as your current living situation. Mr. Stark would like to propose a simple deal: you come and work for the Avengers Initiative, and in return, you will get put onto the team’s medical insurance, which will cover all of your sister’s medical expenses- visits to her cardiologist, audiologist and her ear nose throat doctors, all her medications including her asthma inhaler and her pacemaker and any furture surgeries that she may require.

I’m also including my phone number in case you have any questions at all.

Anothny Stark

Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist.

(571) 998-7850

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