@shapedbyothers FIRST UP, don’t get blocked by someone and show up with an apology when they clearly don’t want you in their space, especially when you’ve made a call out about them speaking out against people writing with an actual fucking na/zi sympathiser. don’t watch someone block u out they space to make themselves safe and then STILL show up. shit ain’t cool. your “friend” wrote with someone whose entire character was coded within an act that endangered (and still endangers) their entire existence, and posted a nasty ass “i love how i’m being judged” post like judgement ain’t perfectly justified. people are right to be fuckin disgusted about that.
aiight. i’ve not been here all day and i’m just catching up but i wanna remind all you saying “it’s my blog i do what i want” that freedom of speech also means that other people have the freedom for other people to call you the fuck out. if you’re preaching on about how you can write what you want / write with who you want, you need to grow the fuck up and accept that you’re gonna get shit from peope who aint here for your racist / antisemitic / homophobic or whatever else nasty asses.
also, no one has the right to expect oppressed groups to educate your asses. you don’t get to police our tones when we talk about shit that has been happening to our people for fucking centuries. we’re angry. we have every right to be. so shut the fuck up and quit cryin about the “nasty” people.
im on mobile and about to sleep rn so ill make a proper post tomorrow but hey @erstedame the entire concept of your blog is disgusting, please take One second to think abt ur actions and im sure u will understand why it is that i find it throughly offensive and distasteful. glorifying and humanizing nazis As You Are Doing is absolutely disgusting and its rly not hard to know why. rethink ur actions
[lmao people need to chill the fuck out. we roleplay. we can’t all be heroes. we can’t all the lovable. y’all imagine how boring that shit would be? This person made a FICTIONAL CHARACTER and you are attacking, borderline harassing, the REAL PERSON behind it. I’m sure the person understands that the nazi mindset was wrong but they’re here to write and have a good time, like we all are. What you’re doing is bullying and wrong.]
it’s not bullying when the mere existence of the blog spits on the deaths of millions of people. it’s not bullying when the mere existence of their blog causes emotional harm to people who are looking to have a safe space to write and enjoy themselves without some fucking demon who is looking to humanize a n*zi. in creating this blog anna ( @erstedame@vdoviism ) is playing on a very real and present threat with their ‘ fictional character ‘
also it literally costs you nothing to shut the fuck up
@jbbthewintersoldier literally just got called out for being an antiblack bitch so really their opinion ain’t even valid
im on mobile and about to sleep rn so ill make a proper post tomorrow but hey @erstedame the entire concept of your blog is disgusting, please take One second to think abt ur actions and im sure u will understand why it is that i find it throughly offensive and distasteful. glorifying and humanizing nazis As You Are Doing is absolutely disgusting and its rly not hard to know why. rethink ur actions
ANYWAY i want to know why @magicxtalker thinks it’s okay to erase a character’s heritage because it’s “””only in one issue”””
@magicxtalker zatanna is rromani-jewish & she’s gonna stay rromani-jewish no matter how long you cover your ears, no offense but that ‘ one issue ’ is sometimes the Sum Total of Representation some groups get so your opinion about the validity of the Literal Scraps We Receive doesn’t matter goodbye
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.
