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liyawritesss · 1 year

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summertime crushin’

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: In Shuri’s attempts to follow in her brother's footsteps and continue his work with the Wakandan International Outpost Facilities, she finally takes up Riri’s offer to visit Chicago. However, she isn’t sure if it's the intense summertime heat that has her face burning or the incredibly talented dance choreographer Riri is friends with.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: For the two dances mentioned: the first is “Killing Me Softly” by Lauryn Hill, choreography by Evan Miller (0:08-2:10), and the second is “BMO” by Ari Lennox, choreography by YeoJin (0:00-1:15), of which (Y/N) is the middle dancer with coloured hair. I’ve had this idea since FOREVER and finally had enough of it swimming in my head, so I finally wrote it down. Hope you all enjoy!

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @6-noir @playhousedistee @shuririsdefenseattorney @shuriszn @zayswriting @wrendermedone @writingintheshadowsforever @mbakuetshurisprincess @verachii @shurisbigtoe

“So the arts are a prominent aspect of the city’s identity?”

“We don’t got our own Broadway title for nothin’, Shuri.”

Shuri could admit to herself that she never thought much of the US outside of the horrible government leadership and the plethora of pathetic white supremacists who hid behind a thin veil of patriotism. She admired her brother’s work, though, with wanting to provide more than adequate resources to black communities all over the US, and as her new title required her to take up the work in question, it only made sense that she’d cut her vacation in Haiti short to get acclimated to the work her brother and mother maintained.

Shuri could also admit that the immense creativity and artistry from members of the Lost Tribe gave her a culture shock she didn’t know she needed to prepare herself for. Even in her mid-twenties, the queen-presumptive had so much to learn about the people who had been stripped of their lineage and ripped from the motherland. No amount of reading or digesting news reports could amount to actually witnessing it in person.

Which is exactly why Riri, Shuri’s self appointed guide to all things Chicago, was escorting the scientist around all the most notable establishments pertaining to all this visual and performance art. From the Chicago Art Museum to watching bands play on corners of sidewalks, Shuri never found herself bored or tired of the activities. And next on the list of places to visit was a storefront dance studio belonging to a friend of the young engineer, of which Riri was rather ecstatic about, as she hadn’t seen this friend since their highschool days.

Shuri didn’t know what to expect when she entered into the storefront dance studio, following Riri in close pursuit so as to not get lost amongst the other bodies leaving the space. Her only exposure to black American dance was from short clips online she had searched up as a child. Though in an ever changing society, the dark skinned woman was sure that what she had been exposed to prior would surely not be the same as what she would be walking into now.

Shuri is pulled into a room that’s blasting music from the speakers, a song from a voice the queen-presumptive remembers belongs to that of the infamous Lauryn Hill. The robust deepness of the rapper’s voice rises goosebumps along Shuri’s skin, bare and showing her deeply melanated tone. She’s in a forest green tank top that emphasizes her shoulders, her golden necklace housing her panther suit rested neatly around her neck. Black shorts clothed her legs, stopping just above her knees, and on her feet for a pair of strapped slides similar to ones her brother wore long ago. Of course, one could not forget the black shade which hid her eyes, and the majority of her identity, from everyone around her.

Compared to Riri, who wears a white cropped tank, black jogging pants and white AF1’s, the engineer looks much more prepared for a dance class than Shuri is, but she was quickly assured that they wouldn’t be dancing, but rather, watching a few of the dances done by the students within the class. It eased Shuri for a moment, until she walked into the dance space with the loud music reverberating through the walls of the studio. With the melody and bass over taking her body, Shuri couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“This is one of the best dance studios in the city,” Riri says over the music as the two make their way to the front of the crowd of students, “they do everything from Hip-Hop to R&B, and everything in between.”

Shuri nods along as she takes note of the three men standing in the middle of the crowd. They seem to be hyping themselves up up as the first part of the Lauryn Hill song plays, preparing for their routine.

“You about to get a taste of what real art looks like.” Riri muses, as the aforementioned men take their places as the first chorus of the song ends, and the second verse, and ultimately, their routine, begins.

Firstly, Shuri hadn’t expected for the male dancers to have such languid movements. The smoothness of their steps and transitions between each move seemed flawless, and she soon found herself entranced by the dance routine paired with the music playing. Much more, she notes just how happy they are at the moment. The popping and locking is precise, each one garnering a roar from their audience, in turn spreading smiles across the dancers faces. It feels their energy, keeping the precision consistent with the execution of each move. Even as one dancer falls off at what seems to be the end of the official routine, two of them stay on the main floor. They feed off of each other’s energies, dancing around each other in a near touch that shows the trust in each other and the intuition of each dancer. They move as if they’re reading each others mind, circling and molding around each other in a way Shuri had never seen before. And by the end of the performance, the queen-presumptive finds herself yearning for more.

“Bast”, Shuri gasps in shock, “I’ve never seen anything like this. Not even back home!”

Riri encourages Shuri’s amazement, engaging with her in reveling about the choreography they had just witnessed. Her attention is taken when she feels a tap on her shoulder, and when Riri turns around, she releases a shriek of happiness as she embraces the person who’d come up to her.

Shuri is able to get a good look at the person when Riri pulls away. A woman of melanated skin, sun-kissed and glossed over undoubtedly by perspiration, sporting a gray jogging suit set with the hoodie bunched up and hiked over on one shoulder, revealing a black sports bra underneath.

“You made it, Ri!” You exclaim in your embrace of the engineer, hugging her tight as a long lost friend should. “Fuck, I’m so glad youre here; it’s been years!”

“I heard you were back in town, I knew exactly where yo’ ass was gon’ be.” Riri replies, gesturing for you to step forward to be introduced to Shuri.

“This is the friend I told you I was bringing.” Riri reminds, earning a gentle smile from you to Shuri. “Shuri, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Shuri.”

You held your hand out for a handshake, but Shuri is too distracted by how pretty you are. “It’s nice to meet you,” you greet, “I’ve never met a queen before. Hope it’s not awkward…?”

“No, no,” Shuri quickly reassures, raising her hand to finally take yours in your greeting, “not awkward at all. And the pleasure is mine.”

Shuri isn’t sure what caught her attention first - the fact that you’re half exposed with your hoodie only properly being on half way, exposing your toned stomach from what Shuri suspects is years of dance, or the way your eyes glisten with excitement, or the way your skin is glowing. She just knows that you’re very pretty and it’s making her look like a fool in front of someone she just met. And she doesn’t do well when that happens.

“My piece is up next,” you say, which brings Shuri out of her head and causes her ears to burn slightly, as she was so stuck in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that her hand still held yours in a firm grip. She quickly pulls it away, muttering a quiet apology in return, but you reassure her that she was alright, “you guys sticking around after?”

“Hell yeah we are,” Riri hurriedly answers, “you owe me lunch, cuz you got some explaining to do about how you just dipped and ain’t say shit.”

“Fine, fine,” You relent, “lunch on me. We’ll figure it out when I’m done, cool?”

Though you don’t give them much time to respond, as you’re already backing away as you hear your song being played over the speakers, and your dance partners already in place. Riri throws you a quick thumbs up, granting you the relief you need for jogging out onto the dance floor.

Shuri’s eyes follow you intently as you meet up with the two other dancers located on the floor. She, however, feels a pair of eyes on her, and turns to meet Riri, who has a look on her face that Shuri can only akin to smugness.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shuri questions slowly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Hm,” Riri humans, “nun’.”

“Don’t do that!” Shuri groans.

“Do what?” Riri asks. “I ain’t do nun’...I just peep shit and keep it movin’.”

“Exactly,” Shuri responds, “and what exactly did you ‘peep’-?”

“Shhhh,” Riri shushes Shuri as the melody for the verse comes in, “they’re starting!”

It doesn’t take much effort for Shuri’s attention to shift directly onto you, and she’s actually glad she has these shades on, because she has an idea of what Riri says she ‘peeped’, and the intensity of her stare would have given Riri all the proof she needed to confirm her suspicions.

From the very start of the music, your body moves fluidly, as if you were a deity of water, at home in your element. There’s a certain aura you carry - one of power and respect that you’re sure has earned you your place in this studio. Each and every one of your moves garners a roar of encouragement from the audience, and it spurs you on more and more, feeding off of the crowd's energy. The suave and swag that oozes from your persona has everyone on the edge of their seat. It becomes clear to Shuri that you weren’t just a dancer for entertainment. This was your very lifestyle, and you’ve made it your identity in every way imaginable. She watched as life was breathed into you on the dance floor, spurred on by the crowd’s hype, feeding into your ego.

And by the time your set has finished, Shuri finds herself falling in love with Chicago a little bit more, and experiencing her first summertime crush.

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3rdeyeblaque · 1 year

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Today we venerate Elevated Ancestor Dr. Huey P. Newton on his 82nd birthday 🎉

Known around the world as one of THE most prolific faces of Black Revolutionary History in the Americas, we celebrate for his co-creative vision that birthed THE Black Panther Party Of Self-Defense on October 30th 1966 .

Dr. Huey P. Newton served as the Party's leader and it's Minster Of Defense. His Marxist/Leninist perspective (of the Black Community existing as an separate internal colony trapped/controlled within an external colony and its forces) became the blueprint for the Party's founding document, the Ten-Point Program, which sought to equip our community with the power necessary to regain our land, food, housing, education, clothing, justice, & peace.

It was this revolutionary vision of true independence, self-preservation, self-education, peace, & freedom that called to the spirits of many who would members and supporters while striking a legacied fear in the hearts of our oppressors that continues to breed ignorance and fear to this day; an ancestral prayer answered by any means necessary. It is the legacy of his vision & work that lives on to this day.

"You can kill my body, and you can take my life but you can never kill my soul. My soul will live forever!" - Dr. Huey P. Newton

We pour libations & give extra 💐 to Dr. Huey P. Newton on this day for pioneering courage & love for us. May be continue to be a beacon & a blueprint for those committed to the protection & betterment of our lineages/people. ✊🏾🖤

Offering Suggestions: a white candle toward his elevation, libations of water, soul food, & committing energy to his creative vision.

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

#dr. huey p newton #huey p newton #ancestors #elevated ancestors #hoodoos #veneration #ancestor veneration #the hoodoo calendar #the black panther party of self defense #the black panther party #the black panthers #black history #free huey

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aniwaaqada · 6 months

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Years ago, I wrote a fic (1.2 chapters) for Black Panther soon after seeing it. I was so enthused, but lost my steam, yet I've kept up daydreaming/imagining it with no end.

Ya'll I don't even consume tv, movies, comics, books etc. fr. I've barely watched the Marvel productions. I only fr read fanfic--a very weird contradiction, I know.

But Erik and Aki(my MC) keep coming back week after week, day after day. They really want this story written and I am tired of me for refusing to stick it out.

I got my Scrivener doc ready, tons and tons of research and reading to do, and a very hazy plot that needs extensive updating.

My "What if..." question is: What if Erik became reigning King of Wakanda, as King N'Jadaka, not so much King Killmonger ?

Who would this Erik be? How would he show up as a Black American? How would he show up as a Wakandan?

How would he support his personal communities and black people around the world?

How is/was he supported with his tragic backstory that his first thought as King is not to massively throw the world into chaos?

What are his solutions to librating Black people and the rest of the POC world?

How would he love? How would he handle Linda?

What Bast's and Erik's relationship?

How would he cleanse himself as a warrior/person surrounded by death/negativity?

and so on and so forth

To me, he would be an Anti-Hero. Compassionate and Ruthless with a similar kill count. Crafty and Introspective. Devotee of Bast and also a practitioner of his mother's lineage. Deeply in love with a woman, but I personally say not with Linda.

Oh, and my version of Erik is definitely Yahya, not MBJ. His vibe is right for me, for this.

What are your thoughts?

Let me get back to plotting, cause I AM writing this.

Peace to the Nation

Oh, and call me Waaqa.

#black fanfiction #marvel multiverse #black panther #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger #erik killmonger fanfiction #scrivener #african traditional religions

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 7 months

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Been doing research on charcoal Bengals tonight and I am fighting the urge to message all the breeder pages I'm finding like "hey yeah, so I have nine charcoal kittens right now, yeah, this little snow bengal I personally rescued off the streets had a litter of six perfect lil charcoals and her charcoal sister I also rescued had a baby charcoal in her litter too. yeah I got them for free they were on the streets. yeah you heard me right. Seven. Charcoal. Kittens. They have no lineage because I got their mamas off the streets but hypothetically what could they be worth?" and then send like 40 pictures

also I'm starting to wonder if Maraly's three black kittens are melanistic? which means they have the same traits as a black leopard/panther, where they appear all black except in certain light where you can see their spots. Because they HAVE markings, they're just super light and hard to see. I had a melanistic Bengal named Diamond back in the day, she was gorgeous and she had BEAUTIFUL kittens and I also gotta check pictures of one of her kittens sometime because I'm wondering now if he was actually a charcoal and we just didn't know at the time (his mama was black and his father was a silver and APPARENTLY silver charcoals exist).

#cats #kittens #bengal kittens #bengals #I could make an estimated guess on how much we could make from some of leeli's kittens as they get older tbh #I just wanna hear what these people would say when they saw these beautiful babies #that cannot be used for breeding because they're half feral street cat xD #at the moment we're planning to just charge for vet expenses and whatever else we get is bonus #but I think we could charge over that with leeli's because DANG do they have the look #leeli the kitten's kittens #maraly the kitten's kittens #four is also a lovely charcoal baby- four of course being maraly's kitten #also maraly's babies are fluffy and I'm not sure if it's because they're young or if they're just Like That #gray is fluffy as heck #gray looks like belle did as a baby #ANYWAY #don't mind me over here rambling about my rescue bengals and their half breed kittens

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smalls-words · 1 year

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Solnyshko

Summary: The rewards of a battle are... peculiar.

Pairings: Natasha x Wanda x Carol (Alpha and Lunas, respectively), NxWxC x Reader (mothers to baby/toddler), Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: fighting, death, blood. fluff otherwise.

A/N: This can be read as an agere fic! I don’t think I’ll do a part 2, simply because I’m drained rn and can’t find inspiration.

*not my gifs*

The attack was on.

Werebeasts were scattered across the open field, fighting for their land and their homes. The beliefs of the two packs clashed, one solely of wolves with the desire to conquer as their ancestors did whilst the others sought for democracy as it was.

This democratic pack held many types of werebeasts - wolves, cats, panthers, cheetahs, coyotes. All walks of life, all descending from different gods and lineages.

The battle was brutal. The Avengers succeeded without many casualties, whilst the other side was massacred. The few smart wolves fled into the mountains from whence they came, leaving behind a small little thing.

A pup. One so small that it did not even have a wolf.

The leader of the Avengers, one with an auburn coat and piercing emerald eyes, gently approached it. She saw a few scars on its legs and arms, small little cuts but she would recognise them anywhere.

She gently pressed her nose against the babe’s chubby tummy, a small lick over a red gash tickling it. She sniffed over it, recognising a dead Omega’s scent.

*How could they leave a defenceless child?* T’Challa’s mind echoed in hers, her head turning to the black werepanther.

*They were a cruel pack. Whilst it is inhumane, it is not surprising.* She replied.

*How will we get it home?* Her second-in-command, Steve, asked as he came to her side.

She looked down at it before sending Steve back to their defence lines, returning with a small basket. As he approached the baby, he saw how something around its neck sparkled.

*Natasha, there’s a collar.* He nudged her forth, giving her the basket.

She took it to the baby’s side and gently pushed its head up, spotting the collar. Her sharp teeth easily cut through the thin material, reading the etching.

Y/N Olganova.

*No more.* She thought to herself.

With T’Challa’s help, she placed you in the little basket with a blanket and a little teething toy, carrying you through the pack before she came to her station. She shifted into her human form and got dressed, taking you back to the compound.

The scent of her two mates immediately calmed her, though they were surprised to see what she had in her hands.

“Detka, is that a baby?” Wanda asked.

“Yes. HYDRA abandoned her when they lost the fight.” She let Wanda take you out of the basket, holding you easily as red wisps floated around your head.

“She doesn’t even have a wolf yet. She’s not even two years old.” She gasped.

“Are there any beasts dormant in her?” Carol came to her side, shining her amber wolf eyes at you.

She instantly saw your face begin to redden, making all of them gasp in shock.

“We need to get Bruce.”

They all walked down to the compound medical centre and waited for Bruce to finish treating Steve for his battle injuries. The doctor smiled at his Alpha and Lunas, standing up in a show of respect. “Good evening, ladies. How can I help you?”

“Well, we found this baby on the battlefield. We want to look after it but we thought we should check its health.” Carol explained.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He nodded, gently taking you but you fussed, looking back at the trio.

Natasha’s eyes glowed brightly, immediately taking you from Bruce before shifting and holding you between her paws on the ground. Bruce’s eyes widened and he took off his glasses. “Wow.”

“Wow what?” Wanda asked.

“Natasha’s wolf has claimed her as her child. Was there no birthmark on the back of her neck?”

Wanda knelt down by Natasha and saw nothing. “No.”

Bruce sat down next to Natasha, stretching his hand out to you but Natasha growled at him. “Alpha, I simply want to check your pup’s health. She could be underweight, have infections, or even be behind in developmental milestones.”

Wanda and Carol sat on the either side of Natasha, gently stroking her fur whilst she gently licked your tufts of hair. “It’s okay, honey. Bruce wouldn’t hurt her. And if he did, we’d kill him.” Carol murmured reassuringly.

Bruce gulped and looked at his blonde Luna, nodding to her to accept such a fate as consequence. As Natasha shifted back, Wanda conjured some clothes onto her. “Feeling better, love?”

She nodded, holding you on her lap. “Much.”

Carol turned to Bruce. “Do you think we can do the tests with Y/N in our laps? Or maybe we lie around her?”

He nodded to both, offering them a choice and they sat cross-legged around you as Bruce did his tests on the floor. He checked your body systems, noting that you were slightly underweight. He informed them that you were around 10 months old, give or take a few weeks, and you had no signs of any werebeast.

“She seems to be overall healthy except for the underweight part. Feed her regularly, every 2 to 3 hours, and keep her warm so she doesn’t shiver away her weight. Would any of you be open to lactation pills?” He asked as he tidied up his workspace.

The women looked between each other before nodding. “All of us are capable.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” They chorused.

He handed out three boxes of the lactation pills to them. “Finish this round, and whoever decides to continue with the lactation can come back for more.”

Natasha swept you up off the floor and held you close to her whilst Wanda and Carol walked alongside her. Back in their sector of the compound, they all took the first pill.

“So what do we do now?” Carol asked to the room.

“We have to look after her. I’ll make a nursery whilst you two can feed her.” With a wave of Wanda’s hand, bottles and formula appeared on the countertop.

“Follow the instructions and you’ll be okay.” She kissed your forehead softly before leaving to make a nursery right next to their shared office.

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When Wanda came back, she found you sleeping in-between Natasha and Carol, both of them in their wolf forms with their clothes folded to the side.

“Silly wolves.” She chuckled, calling a set of clothes to her hand.

She lifted you gently and brought you into the nursery, letting you look around. There was a mural of wolves running in a forest, a bright full moon as the background, and a woman flew slightly above them surrounded in red swirls.

“This is your Mommy. And this is your Momma.” She pointed to Carol’s honey-coloured coat and Natasha’s auburn.

“And this is me. I’m Mama.”

Wanda watched your little hand stretch out towards the painting, dry to the touch, but you still traced the outlines of the wolves. She gently woke her wolves in the other room with a thought, urging them to come and look.

They stood by the door to see you touching their painted wolf forms, curiouser and curiouser with each brush stroke. “She’s too cute.” Carol murmured.

“That she is.” Natasha replied.

Wanda gently turned you around to face the two, both of them watching your wide eyes as your hand found your mouth. “See? Mommy and Momma.” Wanda pointed between them.

“And who decided I was gonna be Momma?” The redhead asked.

“Me.” The witch smirked, kissing your little cheek.

“You need a bath, little stinker.”

She walked through the halls to the bathroom, the two wolves surprised at how much preparation she’d done. A seat for you was in the tub, the water already running at a good temperature, and she slowly undressed you.

“A little nakey baby.” She grinned at you, lowering you into the water.

The two wolves sat beside her and watched her clean you, their instincts saying they should be cleaning you but they pushed them down. Instead, they chuckled when your eyes would open widely after having water on your face.

Wanda had to close the door whilst she dressed you so that Natasha and Carol wouldn’t try to steal you and lick you clean their way. When she came out of the room, both of them were grumpy about it but kissed your chubby cheeks anyway since you looked so cute in your shark onesie.

“Bruce informed me that we need to put her into FRIDAY’s system. How should we name her?” Natasha asked her lovers.

“That’s a good question. Um… Any ideas?” Carol added.

Wanda looked down at you and entered your mind briefly, seeing a birth certificate being burned with a name on it. “Her previous name was Y/N Dawn Olganova.”

“Okay. So do we want something Russian or Sokovian or even American?”

After a long debate, they came up with your middle names and last name - Y/N Pietra Maria Romanoff. Natasha sent the text to Bruce and lay down next to you and her loves. “I’m gonna love this baby so much.”

“Me too.” Wanda sighed happily.

“I’m gonna love it more.” Carol smirked, having the privilege of holding you for now.

“Carol, ‘it’ is a ‘she’ or a ‘her’.” Natasha chuckled.

“Right. I’m gonna love her more.”

“And you’re still wrong.”

Wanda chuckled at her warring wolves’ possessiveness, taking you as Carol tackled Natasha. She watched your little body move as you breathed, sucking lightly on your dummy.

“Mama loves you the most, my little baby.” She kissed the top of your head.

Once a deal had been struck, Natasha and Carol stopped fighting over their love for you and went to bed with Wanda, keeping their door open to hear your cries if needed.

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The sound of your crying had Carol up instantly, shuffling out of the bed to see you wriggling in your sleep, dummy out and whimpering.

She gently picked you up and swayed side to side, pressing your dummy to your lips in hopes that you would take it. No sooner than a few seconds later, Wanda and Natasha appeared.

The glow of Wanda’s eyes solved the problem. “She had a nightmare and she’s hungry.”

“A nightmare? She’s only a baby…” Natasha murmured, looking at you as Carol held you.

Your big, watery eyes almost broke her heart, and she hugged you gently whilst Carol still held you. Wanda came back with a bottle in hand and handed Carol the bottle, the three of them watching your nightmare via Wanda’s power.

It was filled with bright orange eyes staring at you, sets of snarling and gnashing teeth paired with them until dark red eyes flashed and the nightmare ended.

“I’m glad we almost exterminated their pack.” Natasha flipped off the mirage in front of her as it faded.

“How could they ever abuse such a little baby? Was she unwanted? Unplanned? A bastard child?” Carol sniffled.

“I don’t know.” Wanda sighed, watching your eyes flicker between the trio.

“All I do know is that she will never have that happen to her again.”

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As you grew to two years old, the Avengers decided to have a big party for your birthday since your first one was just your moms. They invited everybody they could think of and had the party outside so guests could mingle and say hi to you.

That was, until, two men and a young boy entered that nobody knew of. He couldn’t be more than five or six, whilst his bodyguards were broad-shouldered men in black suits.

“Who are you?” Natasha immediately stood in front of you, Carol’s teeth bared and eyes glowing whilst Wanda hovered slightly off the ground.

This set of the rest of the Avengers, all of them crowding around to prevent the intruders’ escape.

“I am George Rumlow, son of Brock Rumlow, Alpha of HYDRA. And that… is my betrothed.” He pointed at you.

“I have come to collect her.”

Okoye, T’Challa and Shuri came to your side, your lips curling in a smile at your werepanther guard. “Your pack abandoned her on the battlefield. By nature’s law, she’s ours.”

“We did not. It is a test in our pack - if the baby can survive 24 hours on its own, then it will be collected by the pack. You stole what is rightfully mine.” George snapped.

“That is abuse! My King!” Okoye turned to T’Challa, his hand raised to her to calm down.

He looked down at the young boy. “This is not a betrothal. This is an arranged marriage. You cannot marry a child that can’t even speak full sentences. And is there not a law that marriage cannot be acted upon until the time a young one’s wolf becomes an adult?”

Natasha watched as he grew frustrated. “She is mine!”

“SHE IS NOT! NOR WILL SHE EVER BE!” She roared at him.

Her eyes glowed brightly and she stared him and his bodyguards down. “I will give you one chance to leave. Otherwise, you will not.”

He looked at you and you hid behind Natasha’s leg, evidently scared of him. He looked back at Natasha and huffed, turning around. “Let’s go.”

Natasha waited until he had left her vision and hearing before she looked down at you. Your eyes hadn’t moved and you were shaking slightly. “Momma? S-Scary.”

She picked you up and held you close, gently licking your hair back into place. “The bad boy is gone, solnyshko. Momma’s here.”

Wanda and Carol immediately came to her side, to which you smiled up at them. “Mama. Mommy.” You babbled and they each kissed your cheek.

“We’re here, sweet girl.” Wanda replied.

Carol looked around at her fearful friends. “I’m sorry, everybody, but we might have to end it there.”

A few stayed behind to help pack up, whilst Okoye and Shuri stood guard for you. You easily climbed out of Shuri’s lap and tugged on Okoye’s suit. “Koye, uppie.” You asked with grabby hands.

She sighed, picking you up whilst she handed Shuri her spear. “Okoye, little one. There is an ‘o’ at the front.”

“Koye.” You nuzzled into her, making Shuri laugh whilst Okoye accepted her fate.

She waited until the Alpha and Lunas approached, gently taking you back but you protested. “Koye!” You whimpered.

“Koye has to go home, my baby.” Wanda cooed, gently calming you down.

“No wan Koye go. Suri stay?” You looked at her gleaming cat eyes hopefully.

“I’m sorry, little one.” She shook her head, giving you a small cheek kiss.

“Otay.” You sighed, leaning against Wanda’s chest.

They both bowed to you before walking backwards, smiling widely at your little wave until they disappeared into the distance. You turned around to see Natasha and Carol in their wolf forms, both of them coming towards you and Wanda.

“How was it?” She asked her tall wolves, the two gently licking your hands.

*We followed their scents to the border. Couldn’t see them anymore.* Natasha reported.

You gave them each a hug against their noses, staring them straight in the eyes before Wanda took you back. “Come on, time for little ones to go to sleep.”

You yawned and shook your head. “No tireds, Mama.”

She gave you a smirk. “Of course not. But let’s go lie down with Momma and Mommy.”

You fidgeted in Wanda’s grip, pointing towards Carol before she let you sit on her back, a small saddle-like contraption holding you onto Carol. Wanda sat on Natasha’s, simply holding her fur, and they walked you both to your sector.

Carol shifted and caught you as you fell through the air, making you giggle tremendously before it was interrupted by another yawn. In your room, converted from your nursery, Carol put you down and kissed your forehead. She shifted back and sat on the nest in the corner, with Natasha following before Wanda lay between them.

“Goodnight, solnyshko. We’ll see you in the morning.” Wanda blew you a misty red kiss, which planted itself on your forehead.

Pyjamas shimmered onto you, your little wolf toy clutched against your chest, and you all drifted off to sleep.

#smalls-words #mom!natasha romanoff x reader #mom!carol danvers x reader #mom!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #carol danvers fluff #natasha romanoff fluff

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By: Adam B. Coleman

Published: Feb 24, 2023

Leftists hurl rocks at America, claiming it is an irredeemably racist nation. But what happens when they discover they live in a glass house, and are as much a part of that messy, flawed history?

Activist, communist and former fugitive Angela Davis was shocked to learn she is a Mayflower descendent on Tuesday’s “Finding Your Roots” episode.

Now 79, Davis was the latest to appear on the PBS show where celebrities and public figures learn about their ancestry.

Near the episode’s end, after discussing multiple members of her family, the former Black Panther learned she’s descended from William Brewster, one of the 101 people who came to the colonies in 1620 aboard the Mayflower.

“No, I can’t believe this,” Davis replied, laughing. “No, my ancestors did not come here on the Mayflower.”

She continued to protest while Gates confirmed the findings, then responded, “Oof. That’s a little bit too much to deal with right now.”

“Would you ever in your wildest dreams think that you may have been descended from the people who laid the foundation of this country?” he asked.

“Never, never, never, never, never,” she said.

Our villainous selves

Activists like Angela Davis have spent their entire careers excoriating America’s ancestors for their supposed participation in or benefiting from a system of white supremacy since the first Europeans landed here — and now Davis has realized she descends, at least partly, from those very villains.

As horrified as Davis may be at finding out this information about her lineage, she shouldn’t be. Even if she were right about her interpretation of “old America,” she has nothing to do with it and she has nothing to be ashamed of. The sins of the father shouldn’t be paid by the son; likewise, we shouldn’t judge Davis’ grandchildren for having a commie as a grandmother.

Leftists have a hard time understanding that we shouldn’t encourage people to behave like the communist regime in North Korea, which punishes all descendants with imprisonment for up to three generations for a single action of someone who happens to be in their bloodline whom they may never have met.

America’s glass house

History is complex because people are complex. We should stop being overly critical and simplistic about the behavior of our ancestors, who were people of their time, by comparing it to our present-day norms and social expectations.

As clean as we think our hands are, in a couple of generations, our descendants could easily look back and shake their heads at some of the barbarism we think is completely normal and remains legal.

Just because we know how to utilize far more advanced gadgets than our predecessors doesn’t mean that we are any less humanly flawed than them.

Rather than constantly litigating and debating the past, why don’t we continue to build a better country together?

You’re not supposed to throw rocks while living in a glass house because you’re not the only one who has access to rocks, and the motivation for vengeance gives people herculean strength as well.

But in this case, you shouldn’t throw rocks because you may accidentally damage your own window.

Angela Davis has plenty to apologize for. But it's all her own doing; none of it has anything to do with her ancestors.

Inherited guilt is immoral, whether it's religionists or activists attempting to impose it.

#Adam B. Coleman #Angela Davis #academic fraud #critical theory #critical race theory #race marxism #inherited guilt #colonialism #slave owner #wokeness #woke activism #cult of woke #woke #wokeism #wokeness as religion #antiracism as religion #antiracism #religion is a mental illness

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Hola! Acabo de comprar el libro "Orgullo Prieto" por Tenoch Huerta, el quien interpreta a Namor en la nueva pelicula de Black Panther. Aun no lo he empezado, pero tengo una pregunta: se que "prieto" significa alguien con piel oscuro, pero deberia decirlo como alguien blanco? No se si es una palabra que solo las personas en el grupo en cuestion deberian decir -- es un poco de contexto social que yo falto, como alguien aprendiendo espanol y que tambien no es latino. Quiero ser respetuoso. Gracias!

Tengo mucho que decir sobre los aspectos culturales y todo eso, pues tendré que recurrir al inglés porque es demasiado y hablaré demasiado.

I have to preface this by saying I'm not Mexican, I don't speak for Mexicans or any nationality or ethnicity. I can only share what I know.

I would say it would be best to hear from someone who is a native speaker how they feel about it and where they are, I imagine you're going to see different feelings from different areas in Latin America, and probably within Mexico itself.

Followers/Native speakers, what do you think?

In my limited experience, it's yes and no. Yes it can be used pejoratively, but no it isn't always.

It's definitely not the kind of word you'd want to mess up using though

But in the case of Mexico, I wouldn't use that word as I'm very white and also not Mexican so I would be worried I'd come out sounding like an imperialist; but that's me. It's not that the word is always offensive (I believe), but there are people who use it as an insult. When people are using it as an insult in Mexico, it tends to carry a very negative stereotype. When Tenoch Huerta was talking about his experiences, there were people who called him a prieto in a way that implied that he was uppity and didn't know his place

I believe in some areas of Mexico it's less pejorative than others, but it's one of those things that it depends on the region and above all it depends on the intention

If you're trying to err on the side of caution, the correct word that is almost always perfectly fine to say is moreno/a which refers to people with dark skin, dark eyes, or dark hair. It is also the basic word for "brunette", so you may have to specify piel morena "dark skin". But in general, moreno/a is the most universally accepted word that will not get you into trouble

Please also know that moreno/a can refer to any ethnicity, the word negro/a for la gente negra "black people" usually gets used with people of African ancestry. The word prieto/a on the other hand - in Mexico at least - to me makes me think of people of indigenous ancestry with very dark skin, so it's like a different identity. I believe (but am not certain) that in other countries especially in the Caribbean it can be used for people of African descent too, so it's also a regional difference. And I believe even in the US, in a place like Louisiana, prieto/a can often refer to dark-skinned Creole people or black people in general

If you're looking at etymology, prieto/a refers to "black" the color, but as a descriptor of people it's regional who you're talking about

Now onto the things that I know which is more cultural and might give you more info in general...

It can be used offensively, but there are times when it does not mean that - and it can depend on the country, because the word can be used by other countries and can have less of a pejorative meaning

The general word prieto/a means "swarthy", and in some cases it refers to those of indigenous descent or mixed race that have skin that's very dark, and in some contexts they're said to "almost be black", which is from the times of colonialism where indigenous people, African people, and European people were in the same countries/regions/societies. But there was a clear distinction and "castes" based on someone's lineage and racial background

You have to remember that the word mestizo/a meaning "mixed-race" also does mean "mongrel" or "mutt"; and though it traditionally now refers to people of mixed indigenous roots [commonly it's a mix of indigenous and European; it's commonly said that Hernán Cortés the famous conquistador and his mistress La Malinche had a child who is known in history as the first mestizo; his name is usually understood to be Martín Cortés el Mestizo].

The word itself means "mixed together", but for people who value "purity" of blood, mestizo/a is an insult, and it's very antiquated like the castes

Also, when I say "castes" I mean there were specific words for specific mixes of bloodlines [if you're reading older things you'll see indio/a, prieto/a, mulato/a, mestizo/a, zambo/a or sambo/a... not many have totally carried over into modern Spanish except in certain contexts or etymologies, aside from maybe mestizo/a and mulato/a which I think most people recognize]

And within castes, there was colorism and so in many countries, not just Mexico, you'll find there are words for lighter-skinned people and words for darker-skinned people, and sometimes they're used as basic nouns and sometimes they're used as insults. The words for darker-skinned people as insults comes out as saying they're animalistic, savage, stupid, or sometimes uppity. The words for lighter-skinned people as insults come out as something like saying they think they're too good for everyone, they're pretentious, they're not really connected to the culture, and things like that.

Colorism in Latin America is far more present than "racism" as we would see it in the US, where even in the same families or communities, your skin tone might change how others treat you. Colorism in Latin America is very much also linked to classism, with lighter skinned people being treated better and having a better chance to marry upwards, which makes sense when you consider the history of imperialism and slavery in many countries in the Americas not just Latin America

There's even a fairly common expression in Spanish that I did not know was racist when I learned it but it was aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda which means "call it what it is" but it literally means "even though the female monkey wears silk, she's still a monkey"... which I think speaks for itself

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All of that aside, prieto/a in some Latin American countries means "really really dark", it's considered even darker than regular moreno/a "tan/dark-skin", and the other word that gets used is sometimes trigueño/a which you'd say as like "olive-skinned" or "dark"

Generally it just comes out as "swarthy"

In Spain, the word prieto/a can be "black" as in the color, but it could also be "tight" or "tightly-fitted" since the word comes from apretar "to squeeze" [your general word for "tight" is ajustado/a just FYI]

It doesn't quite have the same cultural connotations in Spain as far as I know, but in countries with colonial history it could, given that darker-skinned people in different countries were and still sometimes are treated a certain way or given certain jobs/roles in society, a word like prieto/a could be used as a way to "remind someone of their place"

(Also note that Prieto can be a surname, so it's not inherently racist but if you said it in the wrong place in the wrong way you might offend some people)

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As you can probably tell this is one of those big issues with not a lot of good answers, and your experiences will vary.

#tw: racism #tw: colorism #asks #long post #followers?#my understanding is that using prieto/a is sometimes like reclaiming the word for themselves

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City of Bearers and Beasts | WIP INTRO

CITY OF BEARERS AND BEASTS

Black Panther x Arcane

CW: Sickness, murder, and violence.

STATUS: Drafting

PLAYLIST || PINTEREST

GENRE: Science-Fantasy/Steampunk

AUDIENCE: Mature Young Adult/New Adult

TROPES AND THEMES

Futuristic steampunk, based on Nigeria, everyone is a bit morally gray, everyone is also a bit of a criminal, found family after everyone stops trying to kill each other, magic is illegal, a quest to a lost city, corrupt government, love triangle, slow burn, monsters roam the lands, reluctant heroes, the intersection of capitalism and magic, false antagonists, airships and clockwork towers, POC rep, LGBTQ rep, and disabled rep.

PREMISE

In the enigmatic city of Ojuwele, ruled by seven governors of the Convocation, the capital jewel Miamene and its sinister twin city Glaro, stand as the contrasting pillars where power, corruption, and technology converge in shadowy abundance. Daran Adami, a young high-ranking officer with a powerful lineage as the son of a Governor, secretly works as a member of Miamene's most shadowy and notorious gang, the Black Sun who bring justice to Ojuwele. But when a mission goes awry, Daran faces the choice to protect himself or loyalty to the gang headed by the girl he loves. But his fate takes a cruel twist when his capture leads to exile in the dreaded Outerlands, a desolate wasteland once home to an ancient tribe, now overrun by ruthless monsters. But in a desperate struggle for survival, dormant powers suddenly awake in Daran, which could hold the key to concealed truths and even his own past. In a narrow escape, Daran finds a young woman with a mysterious past and a charismatic religious leader he finds himself unexpectedly drawn to. With nothing to lose and a united purpose, they venture out into the ruins of a lost city which could hold the key to disurpting to social order of Ojuwele for good. But lurking in the shadows is an ancient evil that closes its grip on Daran's newfound power. In a race against time, Daran and his new allies must learn to protect their people, even in a country that has long forgotten them.

CHARACTERS (intros coming soon)

Daran Adami: 17. He/Him. Officer.

Illeara Umad: 20. She/Her. Circus performer and reel.

Siha Umad: 21. They/Them. Hacker and rebel.

Naade Oka: 18. He/Him. Religious scholar.

Abeti Musi: 19. She/Her. Magic weaver.

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The Immortal Iron Fist - issues #1-6 - “The Last Iron Fist Story” (2006-2007)

Writers: Ed Brubaker and Matt Fraction

Art and covers: David Aja with Travel Foreman, Kano, Tonci Zonjic, et al.

Between 2000 and 2010, Marvel had kind of a mini golden age. It seemed like everything on the shelves was outstanding and even now, nearly 15 years on, the roster of classic runs during the decade is still thoroughly impressive. It was such an impressive time that Fraction, Brubaker, and Aja’s The Immortal Iron Fist run sometimes gets a bit lost, but it’s among the best.

The problem with Danny Rand, Iron Fist, is that he was never particularly interesting. Marvel already had Shang Chi, then there’s that whole white savior thing, and he has kind of an odd, murky origin story that comes off something like a kung fu Bruce Wayne. Pairing him with Luke Cage, a character also suffering from low sales in the 70s, helped, but the character was just never really able to stand on his own. That all changed with this run.

Fraction and Brubaker explode the mythology of the Iron Fist out in every direction and establish the Iron Fist as part of a mystical lineage, like that of the Sorcerer Supreme or the Black Panther. They immediately introduce Bei Ming-Tian, Iron Fist during the 13th century, then we meet Orson Randall, the previous Iron Fist, who has been living in hiding since the 1930s. In issue #2, we meet Wu Ao-Shi, “The Pirate Queen of Pinghai Bay”, Iron Fist of the 16th century, who could channel her chi into her arrows.

Most of the run is told in a nonlinear format, jogging between Danny’s story in the present and the stories of past Iron Fists. Aja handles the art in the present with various artists handling the pencils for the past. Aja’s covers are beautifully composed, using broad vertical and horizontal bands surrounded by eye-catching white negative space. His interior art is even more gorgeous with a dark, gritty, noir-ish style, dominated by shadows and muted colors. But the first arc is just a warmup. Things really get going in the second arc.

1/3

#immortal iron fist #ed brubaker #matt fraction #david aja #comic art #review #danny rand #luke cage #colleen wing #misty knight #kano

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The newest Black Panther as always tries to play fools like... I am so tired but I will wait for the newest one since Ororo is on the cover but yeah... no playing or anything, just Storm putting everything in their relationship... give me a break, like... for real, give me a fucking break, this is not even good or decent writing.

Ofcourse she’s on the cover of the next issue she’s literally kept Wakanda standing for years She might as well be the unmarried queen of wakanda at this point. Every big threat that’s come on Wakandan soil, Ororo has been there and eliminated the threat everytime. The Dora Milaje can only do so much no matter how much they try writing them as the baddest army, T’Challa is to fucking wack and stubborn, marvel won’t make Shuri the Queen for longer than a few issues cause the hoteps will argue… the only plot device was to use one of the most powerful mutants as a weapon in a anti mutant nation. I’m even glad they barely gave us anything to justify that useless relationship cause tchalla only cared for her when she was useful, only ever mentioned mutants when he feared the connection he had to Ororo would weaken, did everything he could to tie her to Wakandan lore so she had a reason to stay… what the fuck do you mean a Kenyan princess who’s a powerful mutant who’s entire lineage is blessed by an elder god… is a Wakandan deity???

Let’s wrap it up! As far as the xbooks are concerned Tchalla doesn’t fucking exist and I’m here for it. Let’s bring back Yukio while we’re at it!

Also i hope Storm tells the Quiet council what’s going on if these Wakandans are serious about starting a war with Mutants… I need her to finally pick the mutant side once and for all.

#storm #ororo munroe

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magnetothemagnificent · 2 years

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I'd love to hear about your Marvel OC if you want to share!

So her name is Peggy Barnes-Rogers and she exists in my Marvel Universe I made up called Earth 904, which has elements of the MCU, comics, and animated series. Basically me just taking whatever I liked from each.

She came to be after Striker Labs kidnapped Jean Grey and tried to clone her, because in my universe the Phoenix Force can be passed on through offspring (or in this case, genetic material). Jean Grey escaped and didn't realize they had her genetic material. But they did.

For years they worked on creating clones of Jean Grey, and they were finally successful. They created a few viable embryos and incubated them in a lab until they were fully formed fetuses, almost ready to be born.

Then, the Avengers found the new lab site and invaded it. In the process, the lab began to burn, and only one incubation tube survived. It cracked, and fell open, and all the embryonic fluid leaked out, and the newborn baby took her first breaths.

Now, the Avengers had a newborn baby on their hands, with no idea what kind of powers or lineage she had. All they knew was that they found her in an evil science lab, so who knows what it could have been. They also know they can't just let this baby become another lab rat.

Meanwhile, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were married and happy. Bucky's younger sister, Becky, just passed away, and Bucky talks about how he had always had a parental streak, and how he had raised his younger siblings at times. He mentions that before WW2, he'd always wanted to be a father.

So, it was like a match made in heaven.

Here's this baby, with potential superpowers or alien powers or who knows what, and two former Avengers who know how to handle superpowered beings, and also want to be parents.

Steve and Bucky adopt the baby and name her Peggy, after Peggy Carter.

Peggy grows and indeed, she does have superpowers. She's the new host of the Phoenix Force. She has all the powers Jean Grey has, but because she grew up in a supportive environment that prepared her for what life she may live, the Phoenix Force didn't overtake her, nor become destructive like it did with Jean Grey.

Peggy joins the X Men when she's older, and eventually forms her own team with Erika, Magneto's granddaughter; Kiara and Tana, T'Challa and Storm's daughters; Helena, Baron Zemo's daughter; Stella, Magneto's granddaughter; and Anne, Tony Stark's daughter. (Anne later leaves and becomes a villain known as the Iron Maiden).

Later, Peggy discovers that the Phoenix Force is only one of four Forces, which take on the forms of the four chemical elements of life. The three other hosts of the Forces are Celeste, Emma Frost's clone, who is the host of the Diamond Force [Carbon]; Sooraya Qadir (Dust), who is the host of the Earth Force [Nitrogen] ; and Tana of Wakanda, who is the host of the Water Force [Hydrogen] (the same Force in Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire, because in my universe Storm is descended of Queen Kida). The Phoenix Force is representative of Oxygen.

Peggy, Sooraya, Tara, and Celeste learn that the Four Elemental Forces were meant to be the guardians of life, and that the four are most powerful when they are together and fight as one. Thus, whenever there is a cataclysmic threat, the four join forces.

Peggy eventually gets a younger brother, Jürgen/Jamie, an alien hybrid of a Titan and an Asgardian who was rejected from both societies because he was a hybrid of the commonly enemy societies.

Peggy's girlfriend is Kiara of Wakanda, who is the new Black Panther after reclaiming her throne from Shuri, who expelled Kiara and Tina from Wakanda when they were children after starting a coup that assassinated T'Challa and Storm.

Peggy, Tana, Kiara, Jürgen, Anne, Helena, Stella, and more have been OCs of mine for a very, very long time. Obviously their stories are looks have evolved as I have grown, but the basic essence of them remains the same.

#marvel oc

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Royal Stitchwork: Black Panther 2 Embroidery Design

In this embroidery design inspired by Black Panther 2, the concept revolves around the regal elegance and cultural richness of Wakanda, paying homage to the noble heritage of the Black Panther. This design celebrates the majestic beauty, strength, and sophistication of Wakanda's royal lineage.

Central Motif: The central motif of the design is the imposing silhouette of the Black Panther, intricately embroidered with metallic gold and silver threads. The Black Panther stands as a symbol of power, courage, and leadership, embodying the spirit of heroism that defines the Wakandan superhero. His majestic presence commands respect and admiration, representing the noble heritage of the Wakandan monarchy.

Surrounding Elements: Surrounding the Black Panther silhouette are elements that evoke the grandeur and cultural significance of Wakanda:

Royal Accents: Incorporate motifs and patterns inspired by royal regalia and ceremonial attire, such as ornate crowns, scepters, and intricate embellishments. These accents add a touch of opulence and majesty to the design, symbolizing the prestige and authority of Wakanda's ruling monarchs.

Vibranium Patterns: Integrate shimmering metallic threads or embellishments to represent vibranium, the extraordinary metal that powers Wakanda's technological marvels. These accents add a futuristic flair to the design, symbolizing the nation's advanced capabilities and ingenuity.

Tribal Motifs: Include traditional tribal patterns and symbols representing the diverse tribes of Wakanda, such as geometric shapes, animal totems, and ancestral glyphs. These motifs celebrate the cultural heritage and unity of Wakanda, honoring its rich traditions and history.

Wakandan Landscapes: Depict scenes of the majestic landscapes of Wakanda, including lush jungles, towering waterfalls, and futuristic cityscapes. Use a rich color palette to bring these landscapes to life, capturing the natural beauty and technological marvels of the fictional nation.

Color Palette: The color palette for the embroidery design should be rich and luxurious, reflecting the opulence and grandeur of Wakandan royalty. Deep purples, royal blues, rich greens, and shimmering golds can be used to evoke the majestic beauty of the fictional nation, while metallic silver and bronze add a touch of regal elegance and refinement.

Overall, "Royal Stitchwork: Black Panther 2 Embroidery Design" celebrates the noble heritage and timeless elegance of the Black Panther and the majestic world of Wakanda. Whether displayed as a standalone piece or incorporated into clothing, accessories, or decor, this design serves as a tribute to the enduring legacy of one of Marvel's most iconic superheroes and his extraordinary homeland.

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nikitasavla21 · 5 months

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WATCHLIST INFERENCES

VIDEOS AND IMAGERY ARE ONE OF THE GREATEST MEDIUMS TO VISUALISE A SPECULATIVE FICTIONS AND DESIGN, AND HERE ARE A FEW THAT WERE ON MY WATCHLIST-

Love Death Robots

Landscape:

Environmental Dynamics: The series intricately portrays the impact of speculative elements on landscapes, exploring how different societies evolve in response to changes in their surroundings. It's not just about new worlds but the nuanced interactions within them. For example the use of fullerene structures and domes, dusty – no water areas, industrial setting and vastness of space, all of these were more or less the consequence of past.

Cultural Reflections: The landscapes often mirrored cultural shifts, from traditional to futuristic, providing subtle commentary on societal values and technological influences. For example, like in ‘Good Hunting’, the Asian being the ones with brain but the west as in most scenarios being in power. The wolf/dog walking in the front when with the army, depicting the resemble of current dog – human relation.

Human Form:

Identity Flux: The series exploration of identity fluidity, whether through technological augmentation, biological transformation, or encounters with otherworldly beings or creatures challenged the conventional notions of the current human form and the boundaries of self.

Emotional Complexity: Characters went through emotional arcs within the constraints of short periods, coining the terminology of sentient future forms and possibility of robots in the future

Objects:

Symbolic Artifacts: Speculative objects serve as symbols carrying deeper meanings. They conveyed layers of metaphorical significance, analysing things beyond the surface narrative, like in ‘Mason’s Rat’, the form of Pest control machines, or the violin in ‘The Secret War’. Objects like clock appeared during instances, being the symbol of power and wealth

Societal Ramifications: Objects become catalysts for societal change, and their presence prompts nuanced reflections on how technology, magic, or extra-terrestrial elements can shape and disrupt human civilizations.

Black Mirror

Exploration of Scientific Ideas:

"Be Right Back" explores the idea of bringing the deceased back to life through a digital simulation based on their online presence.

Social and Ethical Implications of Advancing Technology

"The Entire History of You", The episode examines the consequences of a world where people can review and replay their memories, impacting personal relationships and ethical considerations, as everyone has the power of technology.

Black Panther (Speculative Objects) -

Vibranium: Vibranium absorbed vibrations and its use in the Black Panther suit and Wakanda's other infrastructure, introduced a speculative element by imagining a resource that dramatically shapes the technological and cultural landscape.

Kimoyo Beads: They are a fictional technology that serves various functions, like communication, data storage, and even medical advantages. The compactness of it depicts one of the futuristic trends.

The Heart-Shaped Herb: The Heart-Shaped Herb is a mystical and fictional plant with enhanced properties, granting superhuman abilities. Its existence introduces a speculative and fantastical element to the story, intertwining mystical traditions with the narrative of the Black Panther lineage. s

Dora Milaje's Technology: The Dora Milaje utilize advanced weaponry and suits that surpass current military capabilities.

“USE SPECULATIVE DESIGN TO QUESTION YOUR NEW REALITIES” – JANN CHOY

TEDXVIENNA

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