#tcherik

[tjadakaa]

not dead, half buried

working a ton (like 4x jobs lol) but making… a lot of money so whatever. It’s my birthday I didn’t write for killchalla or micwick. First time since 2018.

feel shitty about it but can’t find the energy for it. Try again next month. Same heat as always to the weirdos and the fakes 😊

still shipping the same ish since b4 this movie dropped.

All Hail king Killmonger / W’Kabi was right 🫡

I would say peace but I only want problems.

[killchallahub]

5th year anniversary... wow

[bloodywatersbts]

Chapter 15 is up

[njadakababy]

These hands...

Tag could use more hand porn. 

[krabat-art]

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[glenlorence]

[randomingoftherandomness]

gwenspiration self-recs

Was tagged by the amazing @janiedean 💜 Thanks for the tag Lavi x

Okay, so, the challenge was:

Taking the idea from the amazing Gwendoline Christie, we should be promoting ourselves and not acting like our creative endeavors are worthless. In that vein, I challenge everyone to blog their favorite of their own works, art, fic, meta, manip, doll story, whatever it may be.

I’m going to just keep this multi fandom and in no particular order of preference. Some recent, some not. All of them are on AO3. 

1. Be the Bonnie to my Clyde (00q, Rated E, AU, angst, age difference, character death) This fic marked the first time I tried writing in a non-linear style. One of my personal favourites and sometimes whenever I reread it, I catch some of them feels. Quite possibly the only fic I can say that I cried writing it.

2. Of Monsters and Beasts (Hannigram, Rated M, Dub Con, mentions of cannibalism) Personally, I feel like I peaked in the Hannibal fandom. Writing for Hannigram was like this intense, heady, kaleidoscopically awesome experience that I have not found in any of the fandoms I have joined since Hannibal. This fic was one that I think is a personal best. Of course, my writing style has changed somewhat since then, but still. There was something about writing this one that was like a strong hit of a high and I adore this one very much.

3. Home (Bagginshield, Rated G, Mpreg, canon divergence) I mean, if you have been reading my works for sometime now, then Mpreg is something you’ll definitely have seen popping up now and again. This one was one I wrote when I was away at Uni and missing home very much, thus deciding to dabble in the idea of a Consort!Bilbo. It was something soft and sweet to counter the pain I was feeling at the time.

4. One More Time (Jonmund, Rated E, PWP, fucked unconscious) Shamelessly fun sexy times. I legit had so much fun writing this, suspending my disbelief, and concocting all the various way to contort Jon. I’m usually very self-conscious when I am writing sex, but this one for me was balls to wall, let it all flow from mind to words. I think I went on a Literotica binge whilst writing this one.

5. perhaps, this (Tcherik, Various ratings on each fic, Arranged Marriage, Not Related AU) Look, I know it may be a cop out to rec a series but goddammit I am proud of this one ok? I’m so proud of this one. I put in so much work into this one; trying to put in all the hints, getting all the plot threads tied up in a satisfactory manner, slipping in all the emotions and shit... I put some part of my soul into this and I regret none of it. My favourite series of fics that I have written so far. 

6. Keep My Cool (SpiderIronFrost, Rated G, Polyamory - Threesome, domestic, fluff) This one was a super, super self-indulgent fic that still warms my heart whenever I look back on it. I forgot what prompted me to write this fic in the first place, but the unexpected reaction of people actually like the idea of Loki x Tony x Peter was just something that made me smile from ear to ear. 

7. On A Thursday Afternoon (Scorbus, Rated G, first kiss, fluff) a.k.a. THE FIC THAT THE SCORPIUS MALFOY UNDERSTUDY FOR THE WEST END RUN OF CURSED CHILD RECCED AS ONE HE READ AND LIKED. Need I say more?

8. loving you is free (Orm x Arthur, Rated E, Underage, incest) Part of the Spite Fics series. I always knew I was ready to throw hands with those idiots who can’t read the tags I put on my fics, but this series proved to me that I was more than capable of getting petty by flooding the tag with more fics in the incestuous, brother fuckers vein just to spite them. This particular one was a favourite because I had seen pictures of a young Patrick Wilson and the thought came to me that he would look good in red. 

9. To Keep (Jonmund, Rated G, Comfort, Post Show, Light Angst) I wrote this within the first hour of me watching the Series finale of GoT. Coincidentally written for @janiedean because she is awesome sauce. I was deeply unhappy and bitterly disappointed - still am, if I’m being honest - with the way the show runners handled things. This fic was written as a sort of balm for myself and others like me. The responses to this fic showed me that I was right to write it.

10. Oh my love, my darling (Valoris, Rated G, Canon Divergence AU, Pining) I wrote this while I was going through a deep heartbreak and I wanted to create something that was soft and beautiful and happy at the end. This is my favourite Valoris fic that I have written so far. I can wax lyrically about every single line of this, but I reckon I should tell you to go read this instead. Pro-tip: read it while listening to the song.

[Bonus] 11. I hold you in my heart (Tony Stark & Nebula, Rated G, Family feels, Kid Fic) Not a shippy fic and yet, still remains something I am so deeply proud to have written. The moment I saw them in the trailer, I was pumped for their interactions in Endgame. I was bummed that we only got that bit in the beginning, but you know what? That was enough to establish the fact that to me, I will love them forever. I wrote this one first out of every fic in that series because I wanted all their moments to flow into this and from this. I am so happy I wrote this one. 

Okay, so. I’m just going to tag @sarah-yyy @weilongfu @andwebegin @thewickling @ibuzoo @elenatria @thegreenmeridian @im-a-goner-foryou and whoever feels like taking this on because I’ve been typing this and seated for so long my leg has gone to sleep so just take this as an open invite y’all 😘

[thornztli]

today on me being a dumbass: i saw a post tagged “tcherik” and i forgot that erik killmonger existed so the first thought that ran through my brain was “damn who shipping t’challa with the x-men?”

[evalineart]

[samolinlin]

T'Challa : I have this urge to do something stupid

Erik : I'm stupid. Do me

W'kabi :

Okoye :

Shuri :

Erik : Did I just say that out loud?

[tcherikimagines]

BACK ON TCHERIK SHIT

@snoot143 @kida114 @awakandangoddess 

yall pray for @bakarikillmonger. her account got terminated too

[tjadakaa]

I think I’m back.

Killchalla has 500 fics on ao3 (I excluded the worst) that’s kinda insane lol. The ship is 4+ years old. A 5 month old ship has almost as many fics. 🥲 life is so unfair.

I’ll never move on from micwick and killchalla. I guess I gotta start writing again.

[killchallahub]

Open Question:

Why do you ship T’Challa and Erik?

[bloodywatersbts]

Chapter 9: Repercussion Part Two

Just dropped.

[therealgatsyproctor]

Check out @omote_matu’s Tweet: https://twitter.com/omote_matu/status/1041586919530876929?s=09

Found this on Twitter

[hardheartshere]

Hello may I ask for a T'challa and Erik fan-fiction. Where Erik and T'challa meet 3 years before and are unaware of who they are have a drunken one night stand. when Erik finally goes to Wakanda to challenge for blood right he see's him again but his plan goes out the door when he see's a little boy sitting in his lap the splitting image of himself as a child.

[Sorry this is just a drabble xx]

“Please leave us.”

“My King-” Okoye starts. She falls silent at the look on T’Challa’s face. Casting a wary eye at Erik, as if with one look she was trying to tell him, ‘hurt this man and his child and you will answer to me’, she leads the Dora Milaje and the council out. The Queen Mother makes to bring the young prince with her only to have T’Challa shake his head. The furrow in her brow deepens as she leaves.

“You have questions.” T’Challa says when the last footsteps echo down the hallway. The boy in his arms regard Erik curiously with half his fist stuffed in his mouth. 

“Why?” Erik takes a step forth, halting when T’Challa’s arms around the boy tighten. 

T’Challa coaxes the boy off his lap, going to a stand with the child’s hand in his.  “Because when I woke up, you were gone. I didn’t know who you were, I didn’t even know your name. And then weeks later...” T’Challa shrugs, looking down at the child, “It seemed simpler.”

Erik takes another step forward. “So I would’ve gone on living without even knowing my own son? You would have denied me that?”

T’Challa turns his gaze back on Erik. “What was there to deny? It was one night.”

“That’s my son.”

“Yes.”

Erik moves until he is two steps away from them. “Will you deny me now?”

The child wriggles away from T’Challa, hand still stuffed in his mouth. Taking a step forward, he ambles to Erik, who sinks down to his knees and catches him before he could fall. The boy smiles, spit slick palm patting Erik’s cheek.

T’Challa’s eyes are carefully guarded as he watches them. “No. I don’t think I ever had any say in that matter.”