THe times may have changed but the people are still the same. we're still looking for love, and that will always be our struggle as human beaings.
a roleplay blog for nakia, a character from black panther ( 2018 )
independent / low activity / private / mutuals only
written by peppermint. 24. gmt.
it's time for you to move, realising that the thing you are seeking is also seeking you.
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so like, i know i was like gonna keep my mouth shut but i literally can’t. let me begin by saying @hvalasund / @gwaed what’s good, i hope black panther was great you fake woke ass nigga !!! i’m really tired of this, but i’m tired of leaving it until this person stalks down my blogs and tries to spread shit about me that isn’t true. so void ! when are you going to apologize for habitually stalking me for 2-3 years, just because i stopped being friends with you for being a confirmed ableist. when are you going to apologize to the multiple brown people that you swindled out of money because you pretended to be poor – but you know even afta ya parents gave you 800+ euro (987.64 + us $$$) for a plane ticket and a visa to come visit your UNDERAGE boyfriend at the time ( who you’ve sexually & emotionally abused / manipulated, misgendered, and wished death / harm upon ).
like you would continously call me nigger and bitch, and would hide behind your bpd. would say that people who were standing up to you HATED you because you had bpd, and that we weren’t allowed to ask you to stop suicide baiting adults that didn’t want to date you or be friends with you ( which surprise surprise! you cannot blame on bpd you fucking trashbag ; i have bpd, and i dont act like that ). and believe me i have more caps of you being gross to / about lindsey ( a 21 year old, ace/aro person you tried to force to date you ) after she stopped being friends with you. heres the album, will be added to as i find the caps.
lets move on to the fact that you’re suddenly a transboy, when you’ve complained before about how white ( like your ass aint white even tho u pretended to be a nigga and jewish to get them oppression points. even though we know your bald naked molerat terf bangs saltine cracker looking ass is lily white ) trans dudes are the worst, and they complain about their dysphoria in a weird way. thats none of your fucking business how any trans person talks about their issues or their boys. but you know, SUDDENLY, you wanna pretend that you didn’t hate men and that you haven’t previously called me bitch and other femme slurs and say you could reclaim that shit because you was a femme nb lesbian ( lets not even get into the fact that you hated butch lesbians, particularly poc girls. and said poc lesbians couldnt use / reclaim sapphic or wlw lol ). oh lets not forget how you called me a man, even though i’ve been femme nb as long as you knew me ( and your friends misgendered me when yall was wishing death on me ).
speaking of death wishes / threats, this is my favorite part yall ! this motherfucker claimed i was inchoots with the people they used to run with because i listen when people come to me about their abusive history with void. multiple times you’ve said me and hades wanted to wish death on you and bullied you, you bald moldy clam dip no lip having ass cracka. you’ve wished death on ME, and multiple other people; and so have your friends who you tried to throw under the bus to make yourself look better.
tried to use your mental illnesses and age as a way to downplay your argument, even tho though you know , we had legitmate reasons for calling you out ( being racist, transphobic, and generally scum ); but like it’s so great you denounce two poc as ‘bullying a child’ and ‘i did some bad stuff BUT yall are 2 years older than me and im a kid!!!!’. but god forbid, you know you take responsibility for your actions instead of running multiple times and trying to come back like nothing happened then message my friends after getting them to trust you and try to ruin my friendships based on lies. i hate you, i really do. like i don’t say that lightly. but you’ve ruined my safety, my name ( which i use for commissions and other ways to make money but you know that ), and more.
and before you try to send people to leemtea ( link, where he makes me being rightfully angry about it lies he spread as im the angry black harassing nigger because i privately confronted him about what he said; heres the whole convo in part 1 and part 2 ). where he confirms that he is in fact not poor ( paying multiple time for 30 dollar game keys THEN receiving a hundred dollars from his parents and using the same money on more game keys from kinguin lol. but had nerve to ask the black person he was dating for 1000 dollars at a time and fucked up their financial aid ). and he was talking about commissions like this headass nigga can draw.
anyway, void your terf bang no deodorant mole rat smelling like the tuna isle at the fish market ass better be glad i cant get back on skype to blast you even more. you better stay away from me and my friends. and more importantly, yall out there need to be careful, because this is a abuser ; moldy racist, transphobic, fake woke, aave usin, islamophobic, black hating, 50% head 50% ass motherfucker is extremely problematic. you can read more stuff and reciepts over on the call out blog.
hey void, your ass isn’t blocked, and im gonna give you the opportunity to actually apologize for yourself, because i know the other two were shit anyway seeing how you acting !
NAME: NAKIA
OCCUPATION: WARDOG (SPY)
AFFILIATION: RIVER TRIBE / WAKANDA / KING T'CHALLA
SPECIES: HUMAN
DWELLING: EARTH ( WAKANDA )
GENDER: FEMALE
BIRTHDAY: 17TH AUGUST
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
PARENTS: UNNAMED
BROTHER: UNNAMED ( OLDER )
LOVE INTEREST: KING T'CHALLA ( main verses )
MORAL ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC GOOD
MBTI: COMING SOON.
STAR SIGN: LEO
more coming soon.
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.
coming soon --- infinity war verse.