Black Women and Femmes in Entertainment @blackfemmecharacterdependency - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
Black Women and Femmes in Entertainment
@blackfemmecharacterdependency
Main: NeshaTriumphs TV. Movies. Books. Stage. Podcasts. Here for the Black fangirls and women tired of not seeing themselves represented in media or their characters appreciated in fandom. Submit Content Suggestions Send me an ask: Hey, Gurl. Whatâs goinâ on? or pass through to my messenger for Black marginalized gender fandom related fun (or fury, depending on the content) My messages are for characters and entertainment media ONLY.
I would vote on yes. Whenever the Jesus dude bought it and was using it to assault people, that showed that the person doesn't have to be attracted or interested for the power to work on them. Sidenote: Shoutout to Antonia for repeatedly referring to it as a "shit power" every time she spoke about it behind the scenes whenever the show was out.
The idea of listening to no black music is bizarre to me. Even if it's not rap like no earth wind and fire? No reggae? No moonstomp? No ska? No classic jazz? No R and B? No disco??? No skindred? No jungle? No even like metal bands with a few black members? No gospel? Not even stuff like alors en dance? No blues music? No mo town? No jazz of any kind? No big band? No soul music? Not even a little James Brown?
not even yola or tanner adell or brittney spencer or tracy chapman or india.arie or chapel hart or the carolina chocolate drops or rhiannon giddens????
Happy Pride Month! Here's a Mirabelle with her aroace flag.
[ID: A half-body digital illustration of Mirabelle from In Stars and Time excitedly smiling while holding an aroace pride flag behind her. Mirabelle is colored in black white and gray, and the flag is in desaturated colors. Mirabelle has dark skin and her hair is in a black afro. She wears a large white bow on a headband, small white earrings, a gray capelet with two circular brooches that teardrops hang from, long white fingerless gloves that end above her elbow, and a poofy white dress with a rope for a belt. In the right corner, in small text is the watermark, "@/ginger-and-rose-art." End ID]
Y'all will never see my Black ass omit storytelling that advances a Black girl. Count on that. I ain't in denial about shit. Infinity Train happened the way it happened and the shit was spectacular. đ€·đŸ
Six years ago, I watched Total Drama for the first time and it became a whole thing for me for a time. Very senseless irreverent fun with a bunch of strange individuals that you'd never actually meet in real life. Tropes and caricatures, if you let them be on Survivor, basically. But, they had this dope ass Black girl who was absolutely a good time and if she ever did anything wrong, no she didn't. Shoutout to one of my faves.
At the beginning of oneâs pledge, their witch mother generally breaks off a branch of a nearby tree, or finds some sort of similarly shaped piece of nature. It was important to try to get something of nature, and wood made for an easily found component of nature.Â
Witches. Donât. NEED. Wands. That was important to remember. Wands, like most things that witches used were almost simply that. Almost. Some of a witchâs things were things that were tethered to her, or to her name. Those were things that propelled her power and could hurt her, if in the wrong hands. For that reason, most witches did not use wands, or kept them hidden when not in use.Â
A witch of the woods, for instance, surrounded by nature, usually tucked away in a deserted area where she was the most dangerous thing there, generally did not need to carry a wand around. In a witchâs domain, that witch was quite powerful. But, it could take some time to accumulate such power, and an apprentice could be killed if they dared venture out without the proper training of self protectionâŠ
She glanced at the little pig in his bassinet, asleep. One of his hooves missing had long since been a cause for restless nights. Plus, he was a hard sleeper, but she wasnât going to take that chance. She had only recently mastered a spell that he created for her and Witch Mother had learned it from the moment it was spoken in the tower. That made her a little mad. It was her spell that her familiar designed for her. Witch Mother wasnât concerned with propriety. She was the type to take whatever she wanted. âIf I can reach it, I can take it,â she had said when her ward whined about it.Â
âSelfish,â Punzie mumbled to herself as she took out the wand that she was rewarded with on her 16th birthday.Â
Her 16th birthday had been her first time out of the tower since she was taken there as a child. She was still âin the tower,â she had been told, but the tower was overlapping realms with another tower, so she was simply trapped inside of that one, that day.Â
The first time she held the wand, she had marveled at it. Witch Mother said in her ear, âI collected this branch from a tree in the Ebon Shadows. It had been stuck in the mane of Diamond Stallion, your fatherâs horse, lent to him by my coven when he went to free your mother from her captivity. An Ebon Shadow tree with Diamond Stallionâs hair, and my fingerprints. May the magic inside of you flow with the magic inside of all that makes up your wand. May it bring you the magic that you require to thrive.âÂ
From that hair covered branch, grew a wand of pure gold with a black wood tip, which the white hair of an enchanted horse grew from, in tassel form, diamonds, accenting the hair like large flakes of glitter that didnât fall off.
Punzie turned her wand towards the window and drew a doorway, âOpen, by order of The Golden Princess,â and a window-sized witchâs door appeared, highlighted by the glimmering gold and diamonds of her magic. She collected two armfulls of her hair and threw it from the window. It went in different directions, making a golden braid net at the bottom of the tower. She climbed onto the windowsill, waved her hand outside of it to test, then grabbed the portion of her hair collected together as a bubble ponytail, and used it to lower herself out of the window, rappelling down to the net. She hadnât fallen, fortunately, so her net hair was able to roll itself back up and stay as a coil at the bottom of the tower while the rest of her hair simply elongated from there as she went to venture the woods on the island.Â
Witch Mother had been training her on various weapons: knives, daggers, swords, staffs, whips, and flails. She had a weapons belt, built similarly to a toolbelt, with small model weapons inside of it and a bandolier, crossing her chest between her breasts, containing most of the weaponry she carried on her back.Â
The past few years had brought more activity to the island. She wasnât sure if it was because it had been discovered by someone besides Witch Mother, or because Witch Mother had brought others, but she wanted to try to find whoever else was there. Usually, she only came across confused creatures that she could frighten, but tonight, she saw a person⊠or at least, a person shaped being.Â
She held her wand, defensively, just in case and approached. There were more of them.
The lagoon was lit up with torches, and these person-shaped beings were dancing and swimming and celebrating⊠but they all stopped at once and turned in her direction. She took a deep breath and said, âHello⊠I mean you no harm⊠I am from the tower..â She pointed towards the tower, only realizing just then how far away from it she was. The person shaped beings all rushed forward, causing her to prepare her wand for attack, but they kneeled in front of her.
One of them, the first one that she noticed, did not do so. Instead, he made a whistle noise and they all stood. He stepped out in front of them, facing her, and eyeing the wand.
âWe were told that you donât leave the tower.â
âWell⊠yes, thatâs usually true. Who are you?â
âWe are The Wolves. We were told youâve been made aware of us.â
âThe wolves I saw were wolves. They werenât shaped like people,â She said.
âIs that what you want?â he asked. She heard a cracking noise and turned to see one of the peopleâs bones cracking and their hair growing and them shifting into a more animal shaped wolf. âOr⊠would you like to see what we are?â Now, there were popping noises as the joints expanded and a large, bipedal wolf towered above her. âWhat is it that you want, Princess?â The one that she guessed was the leader asked.
âIâm trying to get to know my neighbors, I guess? How did you get here?â
âSame as youâŠâ One started, but the leader threw them a look and they stopped speaking.Â
âOn a ship?â She asked. Most of their eyes were on her wand. âOkayâŠâ She held both her hands in the air and put it away in her bandolier. âItâs obvious that I disturbed your fun. I didnât mean to. Iâm only curious. Iâm Rapunzel!â She held her hand forward to shake. He looked at it, approached slowly and sniffed it. âOh. Humans shake hands when they meet. Or, you can kiss it, because I am a lady and youâre a gentleman.â
His eyes narrowed and he stood up straight, deciding not to touch her hand at all. âYouâre no lady, and not a human. Youâre a witch. And weâre wolves. Put that away.âÂ
She sighed and put both of her hands into her hair and clenched it. âMy father was a mortal man. Iâm human enough, and you look human.â
âPart of the curse!â He shrugged his shoulders.
âWhy is she out of the tower, Big B?â one of the wolves asked.
âThe princesses are always rebellious. They think that laws donât apply to them,â the leader or âBig Bâ responded. Then, to her, said. âYou have one of the meanest witches holding you here. It isnât smart to upset her by doing things you arenât supposed to do. Youâre not supposed to be out of the tower.â
âYou arenât gonna hurt me. If you were, Iâd be dead meat already. So, why donât you just be nice? I havenât seen anybody but my familiar in a long time. Big B⊠Is that a code name or is that your actual name? I have a nickname. Itâs Punzie!âÂ
âOh, sheâs a child,â one of them said. A lady wolf with red hair. âHello, Punzie. I am Red. This is Big B, BB, Trickster, Wolf Boy, Forest Walker (can call him Forest or Walker), and The Fox.â She pointed around as she introduced them. Big B gave her a look and she shrugged her shoulders, âThese names donât mean much here, and she just wants to know somebody. All sheâs got to talk to is that little pig.â
âHeâs so delicious,â BB said, rubbing his belly.Â
âFinally got yourself a taste, I guess,â Red said. She tilted her head as she turned to stare at Punzie. âYou have magical hair, but youâve bound it up. Did she get you to do that?â
âCourse she did. And sheâs gonna slaughter and skin us if anything happens to her little golden doll. So, why donât you stop encouraging her and bring her back to her tower?â Big B said.Â
âCan we have a piece of her?â BB asked. âA hand from that pig boy was pretty delicious for just a morselâŠâ Big B advanced on him and grabbed him by the throat. âI was just asking!â
âUntil this witch gets what she wants from us, youâd better learn how to control yourself!â He called over his shoulder, âRed! Bring her home!âÂ
Red sighed and grabbed her red cloak and an ax. âCome on, Princess Punzie. Believe it or not, we arenât the worst things sheâs called here.âÂ
As they walked, Punzie asked, âSo, Witch Mother brought you here to do something? What is it?âÂ
Red tilted her head again and bit her lip. âWell.. Iâm not sure how much weâre allowed to say. Technically, we arenât even supposed to be able to talk to you, but since you came to us, I think whatever happens is on you, maybe. She summoned us here from our own tales, in order to write a grander one here. A realm of redemption, she called it.â
âWait⊠what do you mean your own tales? You mean like another world?â
âI donât know enough about worlds to answer that. But, from what your mother said, we exist in different realms. In some we are powerful. In some, we are failures. In this one, she is going to make it so that we are all victorious. This realm is like a second chance for some of us.â
âIs it a second chance for me?â Punzie asked.
Red bit her lip and bobbed her head side to side, âActually, I think that youâre the key to the victory. I donât know if she had a prophecy or if she just has a plan, but everybody that sheâs bringing here has to pledge allegiance to you. Thatâs why we bent the knee.â
âBig B didnât,â Punzie mused.
âNot physically, but believe me, he knows what needs to be done. Thatâs why heâs sent me to bring you back.â
âOkay, but⊠if everything coming here has to pledge to me, how am I in any danger?â
âEverything isnât able to look upon you and see who you must be. You announced yourself as âfrom the tower,â and we saw your golden hair and a wand. If you try that with say⊠Idk.. some type of monster that doesnât too much comprehend words too well. You donât seem like you know how to communicate with things magically. For one thing, you put your weapon away and called yourself a human. Big B didnât seem to detect magic in your hands, and youâve locked up your organic magic that you were born with.â
âI donât understand how everybody else seems to see and know these things and I donât.â
âThatâs another good reason that you donât need to be out here. Seriously. What if a big snake or bears or something came after you. Have you ever used any of these weapons?â She pointed the ax at the belt.
âIâve practiced with them.â Red raised an eyebrow. âOkay. I wanted to explore! I knew that somebody was out here and I wanted to meet them.â
âMeeting anyone without the might of your mother is not a good idea. In my realm, I went out into the wilderness by myself and⊠well⊠It didnât go great. At the very least, bring your familiar.â
âBut, I think BB wants to eat him. It wonât be safe for him. Plus⊠he would never let me leave the tower if he knewâŠâÂ
âWhat is it that you want in your tale, Punzie?â Red asked. After several moments, she gave her a small smile and said, âHow about this? You figure that out, and then whenever you know it, call me to the tower, and we can start to make plans from there.â They got to the tower and Red placed her hands on Punzieâs shoulders. âWeâre going to be fighting, Punzie. Weâre fighting for ourselves, but weâre fighting behind you. You need to know what you have thatâs worth fighting for.â
âFreedom?â Punzie said, having thought about it a little bit.
âFreedom,â Red said, not convinced. âWell⊠decide what your definition of freedom is and call me. I will come immediately.â
âHow do I do that?â Punzie asked.
âYou donât even know that? Please⊠Punzie. Learn every bit of magic available to you before you leave this tower again. I will pass by every night, so if you need me before you figure out how to call out to me, I wonât be farâŠâ She cupped her face with both hands and stared at her with yellow eyes, âYouâre so prettyâŠâ Punzieâs face warmed and Red unhanded her. âIâll stay here until you make your way back up.âÂ
Punzie looked at the coil of hair sheâd left behind and the trail of hair sheâd taken through the woods and back. It was pretty filthy. She sighed and began rolling all of the excess around on her arm. âDo you not know how to move that better?â Red wondered. âYou really should let it be free.â
âIt canât be free, because then it is too big.â
âWhat world watching tools do you have?âÂ
âWorld watching tools?â
âHow do you turn your witchâs eye towards this realm?â
âLike.. with mirrors?â
âThe Queen uses mirrors. You have to use something else that no other witch is known for. A lot of witches from where I came from used brew, but youâd have to gather things and have a special recipe, specific to you so that no other witch could see through your tools. What does your mother use? What did she do to find us?â
âI donât know⊠Most tales are kept in books. Maybe she used books. I have a lot of booksâŠâ
âYeah⊠Well⊠Find something that you have and can use for yourselfâŠâ
âMy records!â
âHuh?â
âI have a lot of journal pages and drawings, because Iâm trying to keep record of my tale. Would that work?â
âIâm not a witch, so I canât say for sure. But, you gotta start somewhere, right?â
âSo. Before I bid you farewell for the night, my homework is to figure out what I want my tale to be, what I want to fight for, how to free my hair, and what world watching tool I will use. Did I leave anything out?â
âFigure out how to call me.â
âFigure out how to call me. YOU!â She laughed. Red took a knee again and reached for Punzieâs hand, which she kissed.
âI bid you goodnight, Princess.âÂ
Before Punzie knew it, her hair had gathered around her and pushed her upwards to the window. She got inside and collected the rest. Red tilted her head, turned around, and took off running while transforming into a wolf. Punzie sighed and put her hand out to trace nothing. The witchâs door sheâd made earlier had closed already and her hand touched the invisible barrier that kept her inside of the tower.Â
She turned to see a very awake Sage, in his sleeping nightgown with his slippers and a pointed night hat. âWhere did you go?â
âI⊠met the Wolves.â Honesty was the best thing to do right now. He looked incredulous. âThey were nice! Well⊠they were peacefulâŠ. They were committed to not harming me!â She began to shake dirt out of her hair out of the window. âOne of them was really pretty and I think we made a connection.â
âPunzieâŠâ He sounded exhausted.
âShe made me think about some things that I had not thought about. Like - what do I want to fight for and what I can use to turn my witchâs eyes towards the world⊠how to call her to me. Do you know these things?â
âI know of these things. Witch Mother has a curriculum for you.â He came over and took her hands, to make her face him. âAnd rules! What would I have done if the Wolves had hurt you? Or something worse!âÂ
âIf the two of you would tell me everything, I wouldnât be so curious!â
âYou learned to make a witchâs door not even a week ago and you took the first chance you could to sneak off and fabricate romances with wolves!â
She nodded her head and pulled her hands free. âI know. I know. I want my tale to move forward.â
âYour time has not yet come.â
âDo you think that there are other Rapunzels in towers? Trapped and alone, with only failure ahead of them?â She asked.
He sighed now and leaned on the windowsill. âI think there are other versions of people in the sense of possibility and choices. Thereâs a Rapunzel who never left the tower. Thereâs a Rapunzel who never got put into a tower. I think that thereâs a vast number of possibilities, and perhaps all of these are different beings in a different place and time. Maybe theyâre just ideas of who we might be if something else happened. But you, here, now, tonight⊠You have to learn how to listen and do as youâre told, or you risk harm befalling you. You couldâve been killed. Donât ever do that to me again.â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
He sighed and grabbed his nail care kit. âSit down and tell me about this hot wolf girl you met.â She smiled and rushed to their nail care seats.
NOTES: Idek if I will have these portions as "chapters" or if I'm just getting notes out of my brain in paragraph form. So... like... maybe this is an excerpt from the story or maybe it is just a piece of lore for the overall story. At any rate... probably not doing a whole chronological thing right now, because I have no clue yet where this story should start.