“ that’s where we are right now, fam and that, everyone in the crew is just like, tunnel vision. it’s family, it’s what we care about or nothing, ” || @warfigurina. lsc. ( wiley. speakerbox. )
she keep it pretty simple. she’s a spy so she hasn’t got the time to be spending hour upon hour everyday, she has a big pamper when she back from missions, but on the whole she a simple girl who is blessed with fresh skin. her skincare rules be:
1. stay hydrated. this girl out here drinking her weight in water to make her skin glow like this and stay hydrated and fresh. she a girl of the river tribe, she know that water is magic.
2. always take her makeup off. she a spy so she do have to give herself different looks all the time, so she is v conscious of taking off her make up properly and going to bed with clean skin every night.
3. exfoliate. when she is home, she makes her own stuff for this so she know whats in it, if she on the road with no time, she go for something simple and natural and as chemical free as poss.
4. moisturise. she lives on light oil based moisturisers to keep her with that glow. her suggestions are argan oil or avocado oil bc they sit really well on her face and go in well.
and that about it on the daily??? course she have her big pamper days with the facemasks and stuff, but on the daily she a simple girl who has great skin and is glowing.
Her long hair whips behind her shoulder. “Oh thank you!” Red bottoms click clack as she turns to face the other. Her toothy smile is ruptured by the sight of them. “Damn, honey! You are just on fire, so gorgeous!” A playful gasp. She’s giddy. In a good mood. She has just recently been informed by members of her organization that a client of theirs has been successfully escorted to their destination and is currently under full protection. Tonight was a night to celebrate calmness within urgency. “Your skin is literally glowing. it’s so perfect and nice. my heart sings to you, oh!” compliments all in good cheer and fun.
averts her eyes, not prepared for the direct speech of the other, leaving her off-guard for a moment while the words register within her. she ends up smiling, more genuine this time when her reactions are her own and not the ones that she knows she should use. there can be moments when she is less the war dog and more nakia after all, and she knows how to take a compliment. “ you’re very kind—- ” remark comes fast from her lips, soft laughter falling with her words. “ and very beautiful yourself. ” she cannot help but repay the words that have been offered, for all should feel as loved as she does in this moment.
moves in unfamiliar city, hides self in plain sight and expects the eyes of the world to look past her. this spot becomes a favourite of hers, one that does not make her feel like she’s so far from her homeland. “ nice shoes. ” she speaks to the girl who moves lose, an appreciative smile on her face. she seeks to connect with the girl, to see if she might have an effect here. || @warfigurina. ♡
BASICS: hey, girl, hey. i'm PEPPERMINT and this is my blog. my pronouns are SHE/HER and i am 24 years old, and my timezone is GMT. i do go by an alias here and will not be sharing anything personal that coul be an identifier, and this won't be changing as i work with a wide range of people who are 16-25 (i.e. prime tumblr age) and i am not comfortable with the thought that any of them might be able to find my presence online in this capacity. i have a full time job so this blog will be very low activity.
PSA. I was born in THE UK. I HAVE ALWAYS LIVED IN THE UK. MY LIFE EXPERIENCES ARE AS A BLACK BRITISH PERSON. because of this, if i post anything that is untrue to african born / african american experiences on this blog, please come and talk to me. .
EXCLUSIVITY: i am MUTUALS ONLY and private and selective. please respect this rule as it is for my comfort levels here.
CREDITS: my theme is credited, my icons / colouring / aesthetics e.t.c are made by me unless otherwise stated on a specific post. i am not affiliated with the mcu / marvel comics / lupita herself / black panther.
VERSES: verses can be found HERE. (to be linked)
SHIPS: with chemistry, though my main ship is t'challa / nakia. no ships are guaranteed on this block. i will block the shit out of anyone who ships underage / overage muses.
TRIGGERS: will all be tagged " trigger tw " --- please tag needles for my peace of mind.
MUSES: i will not write with 'cisbent' or 'genderbent' muses as they're inherently transphobic.
ANY RACISM SHOWN, OR FETISHISATION SHOWN, BY YOU OR YOUR CHARACTER TOWARDS NAKIA OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER WILL END IN ME BLOCKING YOU SO FAST IT WILL BE INHUMAN.
HEIGHT: 165M ( 5' 5")
EYES: BROWN (SPY)
BODY TYPE: CURVY
FACESHAPE: OVAL
SCARS: ONE LONG ONE DOWN HER SPINE FROM FALLING / LITTLE MARKS AROUND ANKLES
BODY MODS: NONE
LANGUAGES: WAKANDAN / ENGLISH / KOREAN / FRENCH / SPANISH / OTHERS LESS FLUENTLY
SPY: considered an expert level spy
MARTIAL ARTS: traditionally labelled a black belt
Intelligence: basic understanding of all wakandan tech
POLITICAL: expert diplomat
she would run through rivers, feet bared, lips ever a grin as she trailed in the footsteps of her brother as they moved onwards into a coming future. her father called her the starlight, while her mother made her promise she would serve her home. and she wore all their hopes on her shoulders and learnt to stand under their weight.
she met a boy who was a prince and kissed his eyelashes closed, but the crown wouldn't be enough if she was not worthy of wearing it. instead, she found her own way to save a world, by letting herself join it. war dog, they called her, and she wore the mantle with soft delight and war between her teeth. gritted and ready, she struggled with shielding themselves when they could help.
and when he came home, and brought her too, she knew she had a chance. she could change the world if only she could whisper loud enough to break through the forces. and she fought, and she fought, and she fought for her home, in the hope it would fight for her too.
he comes for her and speaks that his life has changed, and though she knew it was coming, she mourns what she had. a king is made, and another challenges, their world on the edge of what they are and what they could be. she is still a girl with rivers in her blood, but now she must keep looking outward and knowing what they can be. her heart beats a steady drum, leads her in the right direction, and she is determined -- now more than ever.
feet splash through rivers, laughter peeling from lips as she runs free and chases her brother. they name her nakia when she opens her eyes and whisper that bast has smiled on her when she sleeps. she grows up good and slow, stretched out in the long days of summer and blessed to know her future is bright. she is their pride, smart and driven, beautiful and strong.
she finds her calling quickly. lip is tattoed and she takes herself out of her home and innto the world, eyes on the prize, ever fleible, ever strong. she sees the world, sees how they need her home, and seeks to do good by those she meets. her own agenda now clear, to pull her home out into this place and watch it do the good she knows it may. war dog, they call her, and she blesses the name.
the future comes and it comes for them hard, now relationships are opened and she a driving force within them. she has always known her path, and wondered if her home would follow, and now she must make it so. she seeks to show what they can offer, to bridge gaps and show where they will stand in this new world. her hope is on the horizon, and she knows she needs this to work.
the king is dead, and hope has failed them. the wishes of the queen mother ring in her mind and she knows what she must do. liquid in her mouth and then it is she who must fight, who must use the bast given strength that is offered and become more than herself. the night is long and full of terrors, and she emerges stronger than she had thought possible, and she knows now what it means to have a nation on her shoulders.
