I am T'Challa, King of Wakanda and Chieftan of the Panther Clan. Ask, and I shall answer. If it's a fight you want... well, take your best shot.




(This is an RP/ask blog for the Marvel character Black Panther. I am part of the assvengers roleplay group (assvengers-rpqroup.tumblr.com) , but I RP with anyone!))
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Reblogged from jjormungandr  4,647 notes
Posted 19, May, 2013
  • Romeo Romeo:

    Muse falls madly in love with the next person to speak to them (for 24 hours)

  • Need:

    Muse is super horny and wants to try out different sexual activities (Anon decides time)

  • Heart Ache:

    Muse breaks up with their partner (if they have one) (for 24 hours.)

  • Stripper Licker:

    Muse licks him/herself when ever someone giggles/laughs/chuckles ect (Anon decides time)

  • Slut:

    Muse is (anon decides) slave for (anon decides time) and ust obey everything they say.

  • Kidnapped:

    Muse is kidnapped and cannot interact with anyone until someone replies to their open para and saves them (Forever until saved)

  • Achoo!:

    Muse has cold the flu (For 5 hours)

  • Chilly:

    Muse is cold and can't stop shivering (For 5 hours)

  • Silence:

    Muse is a mute (Anon decides time)

  • Where?:

    Muse is blind (Anon decides time)

  • I can't hear you!:

    Muse is deaf (Anon decides time)

  • Purrr:

    Muse is an animal of anons choosing for 24 hours.

  • Stiff:

    Muse is paralyzed from the neck down (Anon decides time)

  • Ohoho:

    Muse can't stop laughing (For 1 hour)

  • DAYUM:

    Muse's dick (breasts if female) is 5cm bigger than normal (Anon decides time)

  • Dat Ass:

    Muse's ass is more perky than usual (Anon decides time)

  • A Humbug:

    Muse hates everyone and is grumpy (For 5 hours)

  • I....:

    Muse must confess to the one he/she likes openly and truthfully

  • Honesty is the best policy:

    Muse speaks their mind and is honest (For 24 hours)

  • Whimp:

    Muse is scared of everything and is very jumpy (Anon decides time)

  • Superman!:

    Muse is convinced they are a super hero and acts like one (For 5 hours)

Reblogged from thunderrainandlightining  18 notes
Posted 18, May, 2013

thunderrainandlightining:

chiefofstealth:

 

A horrible black plague of smoke drifted from the courtyard, carrying a stench similar to that of cat litter.

“And it started out so well…” T’Challa hustled to air out the alcove, which was usually reserved for small festivals or ceremonies. His insides cringed when he saw the billowing clouds of utter failure reaching to the skies. 

“A man tries to help his wife, and what happens? He just makes matters worse,” he sighed. Hopefully Ororo wouldn’t notice.

He chuckled to himself. Like that would happen.

Ororo had been just across the courtyard when she noticed the smoke drifting through the air just west.

Raising an eyebrow,  she propelled herself into the air. Thinking to herself ‘Things like that don’t happen in the palace..’ she quickened her flight, making it so it had taken only moments to be hovering above the alcove. Spreading a hand wide she cleared the smoke out  from around the window, only to see her husband standing by it. 

“What on earth happened here?” She asked after a moment of silence where she had just looked at him.  Lowering herself to to window, she scrunched up her nose and peered inside. “What did you do?”

And there she is. It was honestly quite easy for him to hear her arrive, though it didn’t help his chance for survival. T’Challa remained where he was, composed and dignified.

“Thank you for clearing away the smoke, dear,” he said. Biting on his lower lip, he glanced around. “Ah, you see, I noticed you weren’t feeling well lately… So I decided to make you breakfast.” The king cleared his throat, changing his expression to something more cheerful.

“Speaking of which, how are you, my love? It’s a wonderful day.” Ignore the fact that it smells like death here.

Reblogged from otpprompts  18 notes
Posted 17, May, 2013

otpprompts:

Imagine Person A attempting to cook a lovely home-cooked meal for Person B, who has been a bit irritable lately. Somehow, the meal ends up ruined, but Person B is cheered nonetheless.

A horrible black plague of smoke drifted from the courtyard, carrying a stench similar to that of cat litter.

“And it started out so well…” T’Challa hustled to air out the alcove, which was usually reserved for small festivals or ceremonies. His insides cringed when he saw the billowing clouds of utter failure reaching to the skies. 

“A man tries to help his wife, and what happens? He just makes matters worse,” he sighed. Hopefully Ororo wouldn’t notice.

He chuckled to himself. Like that would happen.