#Gods of Wakanda

[lauraperfectinsanity]

Marvel Comics Women

Ororo Munroe / Storm in Uncanny X-Men #500 (2008)

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

For the whole history of ORORO MUNROE, please click here.

← ONCE THERE WAS AN IDEA TO BRING TOGETHER →

Some wouldn’t be able to handle Ororo’s load, but she’s continued to carry herself with grace and poise. Whether it’s serving on the Quiet Council to help Krakoa or the Great Ring of Arakko to help the new nation, Ororo is everywhere. Although she’s been called a goddess before, she’s trying to avoid being called a Queen on Arakko. She’s been a Queen before and she doesn’t need to be a repeat performance. Instead, Ororo will be all that she needs to be. Her power is immense and her tact is enviable. If anyone can balance it all, it’s Ororo.

←  A GROUP OF REMARKABLE PEOPLE TO SEE IF THEY →

✗ JEAN GREY (616) has been Ororo’s best friend for a while now. The two are both Omega level mutants who have seen each other through thick and thin. Even though Jean’s with the X-Men and Ororo has been on Arakko, the two keep up. She knows that Jean Grey will always be in her corner and Ororo will do the same. Some people are just incredibly special in your life.

✗ ABIGAIL BRAND (616) is up to no good no matter what she says. She’s made herself known on Arakko and even started an X-Men for the nation; as a response, the Brotherhood of Arakko was formed. Ororo has always tried to see the best in people and act objectively, but she doesn’t trust Brand. Not with how she’s been acting as of late.

← COULD BECOME SOMETHING MORE  →

✗ BROTHERHOOD OF ARAKKO → Ororo is serving on multiple teams, including the Brotherhood. She may have her hand in numerous pots right now, but she’s doing her best. There’s just too many places she’s needed, and the Brotherhood also is home to Magneto. Many wouldn’t think that Ororo would work with him, but the two have aligned as of late. Arakko needs the Brotherhood, and Storm has promised to defend the new nation.

✗ OTHER AFFILIATIONS – quiet council of krakoa. krakoa. great ring of arakko. gods of wakanda. galactic council.

← & IF WE CAN’T SAVE THE WORLD, WE’LL AVENGE IT →

✗ AGE → 30′s ✗ MULTIVERSE ORIGIN → earth-616 ✗ SPECIES→ mutant ascended to godhood ✗ ETHNICITY→ african ( kenyan ) ✗ SECRET IDENTITY→ public ✗ RELATIONSHIP STATUS → divorced / open ✗ FACECLAIM → anna diop ✗ AVAILABILITY → taken

← FUN FACTS →

formerly was married to t’challa and was queen of wakanda

once considered a goddess

omega level mutant

[caroldanversenthusiast]

lupita nyong’o as nakia in wakanda forever?? no i will not be over it

[melaninpov]

Chadwick Boseman 1976 - 2020

3 years ago today, we lost a talented brother

[giodoodless]

[elegantfirepoetry]

And then there's ME:

I would watch them burn the world together and I would be happy

Here's the link of the official tweet: https://twitter.com/anastac369/status/1596685852218109953?s=20&t=dzxT5G4O0z1d7KKTy4_o_g

[maxyartwork]

Nakia

[pinkwright]

need ppl to understand that she re-created a literal gift from a god like it was nothing

[smol-bean-buchanan]

“i am queen of the most powerful nation in the world, and my entire family is gone. have i not given everything?”

[sloth-babied]

Speak to Me Softly

Shuri x POC reader

Summary: You avoid Shuri after an argument you had. A week after, you attend a street fighting tournament--something you promised her you wouldn't do again. When you come back home, you find Shuri waiting for you.

or

Shuri intends to confront you until you break down crying.

Word count: 1045

It’s late—way too late. You hope Shuri’s asleep, though you know her well enough to sense she isn’t.

Your hand hovers over the door handle as you think of what you’ll tell her if she asks…when she asks. You can lie. You can tell her that the bruises on your face came from a mugging, and the bruises on your knuckles came from fending them off.

No, that won’t work. And even if it did, you aren’t particularly fond of the Black Panther roaming your hometown stalking citizens she suspects as your fictional muggers.

The point is, you can’t tell her about the tournament; not when you promised her you would stop. But god, you were itching to go back into the ring, especially after the argument you had with Shuri a week ago.

The fight between you two ended up causing a lot more damage than expected. The things you told each other replay vividly in your head. The only thing you found distracting was the local boxing gym you went to only a few blocks away. One thing led to another and a buddy of yours convinced you to attend a match in an underground tournament. You were at your worst at this point. Shuri wasn't talking to you either. Perhaps part of you did this out of spite. 

Now here you are holding your breath as you slowly open the door to your apartment. It’s dark inside. Quiet.

Maybe she is asleep.

Before you turn on the flashlight on your phone, the lamp switches on with Shuri seated on the couch next to it. Shit.

You keep your hood on and stuff your hands in the pockets of your hoodie, ensuring she doesn't see the brutal marks on your body that weren’t there when she last saw you.

Flicking your eyes to the ceiling, your shoulders sway to the kitchen.

“Sit.”

You purse your lips, eyeing the fridge. Orange juice sounds a lot better than another argument. “I’m thirsty,” you murmur.

“I’m sure you are.” She tilts her head to the couch. “Put your bag down and sit.”

With a clenched jaw, you prevent your girlfriend from repeating herself for the third time. You remove the duffel bag from your body, drop it where you stood, and join her on the couch while keeping the distance between the two of you. Your forearms sit on your thighs as you lean forward, training your eyes on the black television screen ahead of you.

“Look at me,” she demands. Not even a ‘where were you?’

Your head doesn’t turn. You sit there with bated breath, unsure what to do. Your fingers fidget with each other beneath your pocket. You wish you hadn’t come back.

You hear Shuri inhale deeply before she shifts closer to you. She lays a hand on your knee, gently but firmly pressing your leg down to cease its bouncing.

“Baby.” Her voice is soft this time. So soft. “Can you let me see your face? Please?”

Your vision starts to blur. You don’t know why.

Shuri pulls down your hoodie while using her other hand to rotate your face toward her.

“You went back,” she states instead of questions.

You continue to avoid her eyes. You don’t need to see them to know they’re hued with disappointment.

“You told me you wouldn’t.”

A tear rolls down your cheek. You were thinking of all these excuses—all the things you could say to prevent this conversation from happening, and yet not a lick of it could escape your tongue.

She whispers your name. “Look at me, please.”

You don’t want to. Your lips can’t help but pout as you stubbornly keep yourself from crying. You just beat the shit out of your opponent two hours ago, and now you were close to breaking down in front of your girlfriend.

Nonetheless, you reluctantly bring your tired eyes to hers. There’s nothing but undeserved love in her dark brown eyes.

Fuck. Here come the waterworks.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know that I- that I promised you I wouldn’t,” you’re all sniffles at this point, “and that it’s not good for me, and I—”

Shuri caresses your cheek. “Breathe, my love.”

“I was just…” Breathe.

Your girlfriend nods, encouraging you to continue.

“I was just frustrated because of the…” you try to slow down. “Because of the fight we had.”

Shuri hums in response, wiping some of the wetness from your face.

“And I know it’s not an excuse. It’s- it’s not. But when we weren’t talking…I just,” your lips quiver, “I didn’t know what to do.”

Shuri leans her forehead against yours.

“I didn’t know what to do,” you murmur, mostly to yourself this time. “I’m sorry.”

Shuri removes your hands from your pockets. Leaning away, she inspects the swelling. She kisses your right knuckle.

“We’re gonna have to discuss this.”

You look down at your lap. Your pants are soaked in salty tears.

Shuri lifts your chin up. “But we’ll hold off for now. Okay?”

Your shoulders drop and all you do is nod childishly, exhaling.

Shuri’s eyes are glossy. She hates seeing you like this. That’s why she made you promise to stop street fighting in the first place.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Shuri lets you sit in the bathtub as she helps bathe you. Every few minutes she’ll kiss your cheek, your temple, or your lips to assure you she isn’t mad.

She’s frustrated, obviously. However, seeing you break was enough for her to pause. Until she realized how anxious you were, she intended on confronting you and talking about the argument from the other night.

And it wasn’t solely tonight. You avoided her all week before today, too ashamed to face her after the things you said during your fight—too sad to face her after the things she told you.

Shuri wrings out the washcloth, observing you as you sit in thought. Your face always tattles on your feelings; a blessing and a curse.

“Did you win?” She asks, pulling you out of your head.

You look at her, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

She smiles, pecking your lips. “Did you win, my love?”

You huff out a chuckle.

“Yeah.” You rub your nose against hers. “I won.”

[thelastharbinger]

I mean...

[demigoddessqueens]

sun and moon

AND THE FIVE TIMES HE WANTED TO KISS YOU

Summary - a lonely soul realizes what he has been longing for when you cross paths by chance.

found on masterlist V // also here on ao3

He had seen you flittering around in the early gleams of dawn. Were you a spy his people had warned him of or some arrogant intruder? Namor figured to get answers for himself. He laid in waiting one night before you passed by. As soon as you did, the king of Talokan sprinted after you

You were….glowing. Essence of light radiating off your skin and hair, eyes luminous in the night. He held you by the waist but couldn’t stop staring in the gleaming light, caught in surprise at the revelation. Not a human, but something and someone entirely different. When he asked for your name, he wanted to hear it again.

“I’m…I’m y/n, patron to the Sun.”

“I’m Namor.”

The first time Namor wanted to kiss you was when you crossed paths again after that fateful night. You had gathered on the shores of the beach, dawn fast approaching with her rays. It looked as if you were in worship to your patron, thanking for the gifts and abilities you wielded. Seeing as it was a more intimate moment than most, he left you for now but remembered what flowers you wore in your hair.

The second time he wanted to kiss you was when you showed each other the worlds you came from. Flying with him put your nerves on edge at first since you weren’t used to it, but that all melted away when you showed him the temples and shrines you frequented. Namor couldn’t tear his gaze away when the excitement grew in your eyes. It was almost irresistible when you toured Talokan with him.

The third time Namor wanted to kiss you was out of desperation. Yes, he knew you were an ally to Bast and her children. But did you care for him? Was he too late in revealing any feelings to you? “If you do this, I cannot guarantee—I insist that you stay behind and—.”

“I cannot abandon them, Namor. I—care for you, but I can’t—.”

He was turned away from you when you heard the sad sigh. “I know.”

The fourth time he imagined kissing you was after the battle between his people and the Wakandans. You never looked more ethereal in armor, and he didn’t have a care in the world if he were to just kiss you now. Let them all see!

By the fifth time, Namor thought a centuries-long courtship was out of his grasp. You had been a friend, confidant, and an adversary. On that last note, he thought it hopeless of any chance to pursue you, but he was proven otherwise when you appeared back on the shores. The same ones he first met you on, and with an inviting smile.

“I thought you never wanted to be near here again…”

Your strides forward were in confidence as you kept the iron gaze. As soon as you reached him, trembling hands cupped his face as his enveloped yours.

“I couldn’t stay away even if I tried.”

You inched closer to his lips before he pulled you in. Like waves crashing on rocks, you melted into Namor’s arms as fingers wove through his soft dark hair.

[writers-vlogx]

When the waves call you home

OKAY SO I KNOW THIS BLOG IS DEDICATED TO SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BUT I HAD TO PUT IN MY PIECE OF EFFORT AS A WRITER

Okay I swear I'm not complaining but I do not find enough fluff when I look for namor content so Ill do it myself. And please send me more ideas on what to wrote for this amazing man!!

I think his love for you runs very deep, he feels very strongly and is very protective over the people he cares about as we see when he talks about his people. 

I think that if you somehow made him feel something for someone that lives on the surface he would be very cautious at first, he would not want you to take advantage of his feelings or risk people finding his cities. It would take a long time to gain his trust because its not just him he has to consider but his people as well, he wants to protect them at all costs. He does not wish to lose anyone else.

But if you eventually did gain his trust, I think the next thing that would happen is that he would become worried, not for himself or his people but for you.

He knew you were mortal the anxiety of knowing how fragile you were terrified him, spending a lot of time trying to find the plant of his people to make it so that you could live with him, haha the second problem was that, he could not stay with you at all times, that made him anxious. He wanted to be by your side, be able to go look out for you, keep you safe, make it so that you did not wish for anything at all, but that was not possible as long as you lived on the surface.

Many nights he had asked you “love come live with me underwater” and the answer was always the same “I can’t” “My whole life is here” “how could I leave my family” “I'm not ready” It always resulted in the same answer, and each time the same dread washed over him hearing you say no. How could he make you understand that he needed to protect you, to make you see he would not be able to live if anything happened to you.

He cared so much for you that he gave you time, and understanding, he was patient but it was eating away at him he needed you. So when days became to long, at night he would come see you hold you as tight as possible as if by doing so you would never leave, but morning always came and he always gripped extra hard when he saw the sun start to rise, even then every time you would assure him you would be here when the moon rose and you would again be in his arms.

Maybe it was something in the air that day, maybe it was the way his eyes stared into your soul, trying to memories every feature on your face, because as his hand moved a strand of hair from your face, and the weight of your body’s made the bed sink under you, ever so softly he asked “Love come live with me, please” and maybe it was the fact that his eyes never left your face, or the way he frowned slightly trying to decipher you, trying to figure out what you were thinking, maybe it was the fact that you yourself felt that there had always been something missing that you stared at him for a long time.

You tried to remember all the memories you had made here, trying to find any excuse to say no, to turn back, anything to justify why but you found you could not. You had never felt full or complete here, despite the great life you had there had always been something missing, with namor however you felt like you had found some of that missing part of you. 

You put your hand on his cheek and caressed him softly admiring him, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, you knew this day would come sooner or later. You knew you couldn't avoid it, and you knew you didn’t want to either.

Your voice barley audible and if he hadn’t paid attention he would have missed it completely, he heard those words he had waited so long to hear “Yes” His eyes opening ever so slowly and his arms stretching out and pulling you in for a hug, he placed his head on your shoulder “Thank you so much” A weight had been lifted off his shoulders as for one he no longer had to worry about the one he loved most being taken from him, in a way you had both found peace in each other, peace in moving away from the dangers of the surface world and moving into the waves that had called you home all those years ago.

[avengerrs]

me, a blind bitch, trying to see the underwater scenes in wakanda forever:

[giodoodless]

Ryan was cooking y'all

NAMOR WAS GONNA SMILE AND LOOK AT SHURI AS IF THEY MET BEFORE???? [incoherent sounds]

[kreamasuzuki]

never thought I see the day A BRACELET got a fandom in shambles