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[starfxkrinc]

i feel sick. one million likes… THEY DONT KNOW HIM LIKE WE DO IM SO SORRY MY THREE APPLES.

THIS IS LITERALLY NOT WHAT HAPPENED IM GONN A FUCKING SHIT MYSELF HES JUST A BABY!!! FUCK THAT MULATTO BITCH AND PPL WONT EVEN LISTEN WHEN WE SAY IT WAS MADISONS FAULT

[baldwinivmybeloved]

୨᭄ㅤ꒰ㅤCharper One . . ੭

On a cold morning, a young woman walked through the halls of the castle of Jerusalem. Her beauty captivated everyone who crossed her path, whether they were slaves, servants, or even noble knights. Sighs and admiring glances followed her every step.

"I'd love to spread those legs," commented a disheveled Templar knight. Beside him, his companion also observed the young woman with lust.

She stopped and cast them a look of disdain. "Oh, really? Well, I think none of you could have me unless you go first," she pointed to the knight's companion, provoking an argument between them. While they argued, she seized the opportunity to quickly escape, heading to the chambers of young Prince Baldwin V, son of Princess Sibylla.

Upon arriving, she was informed that the prince was bedridden and needed to be taken away for treatment. She felt a knot in her stomach. She had cared for the prince since he was a baby, more than Sibylla herself, who barely bothered to see her son. The thought of not being able to accompany him on his journey filled her with despair. As a lowly slave, she knew she didn't have the power to convince the ministers or Tiberias himself. She could only endure the pain of separation.

Hours passed as she carried out her tasks, but her mind was with the prince, dreading the moment he would be taken from her. She loved him like a son, despite not being his mother. Finally, she was called to the prince's chambers. He, weak and pale, smiled at her.

"I will leave soon. They say I am sick, but they don’t know what it is," said the little boy.

"Don't worry, you will get better, my little king. You have always overcome everything, you will be a great king," she replied, caressing his head tenderly.

"I wish you would never leave my side, Xica, but they say I can't take you. It's so unfair! When I become king, I will make you my queen," declared the prince with childish determination.

She laughed softly and calmed him. Neither Tiberias nor the princess understood the close relationship between the prince and the mulatto slave, discovered only due to the prince's illness. Godfrey, who was in charge of the prince's lessons, was aware of this bond. The farewell was brief but painful. Heartfelt mother and son had to part, leaving Xica without a reason to live. Her tasks became monotonous and meaningless.

How could it be possible? She saw the princess so happy without her son, while she, who had not given birth to him, missed him every night and day. She prayed to God for his health, questioning the injustice of the world and those who inhabit it.

With the departure of the young prince, the castle of Jerusalem seemed to have lost its luster for Xica. The days passed with overwhelming monotony, and every task she performed felt empty without the presence of little Baldwin. However, life in the castle continued, indifferent to her pain.

One morning, as Xica was cleaning one of the castle’s grand halls, she overheard a conversation between two ministers passing by. They spoke in low voices, but the mention of Prince Baldwin immediately caught her attention.

"They say the journey is proving more difficult than expected," commented one of the ministers. "The prince’s health is not improving, and some fear the worst."

"What do the doctors suggest?" asked the other, visibly worried.

"They’ve proposed seeking a remedy in distant lands, a cure they believe could save him. But it’s a dangerous and costly journey."

Xica’s heart raced. The thought of the prince being in danger and so far out of her reach terrified her. She knew she had to do something, anything to help him. Even though she was just a lowly slave, she couldn’t sit idly by.

That very night, Xica decided she needed to seek help. She remembered Godfrey, the prince’s tutor, who had always been kind and understanding with her. If anyone could understand her desperation and help her, it would be him. Determined, she made her way to Godfrey’s chambers, hoping to find him there.

"Who knocks on my door at this hour?" asked Godfrey, opening the door to find Xica, her expression a mixture of fear and resolve.

"Forgive me for disturbing you at this hour, Master Godfrey," said Xica, bowing. "I need to speak with you about Prince Baldwin."

Godfrey invited her in and listened attentively as she recounted what she had overheard that morning. His eyes hardened as he grasped the gravity of the situation.

"I understand your concern, Xica," he said finally. "And you’re right, we can’t just stand by. But this is dangerous and will require careful planning."

Xica awaited his next words anxiously, hoping for an immediate plan of action. However, Godfrey sighed and continued, "Sometimes, the best course of action is patience. The doctors are doing everything they can, and while we want to help, we must trust in their abilities and in fate. I know this is difficult for you."

Xica felt disheartened, but Godfrey wasn’t finished. "You are a smart and brave young woman, Xica. In these difficult times, you must find ways to keep your mind occupied and strong. Here," he said, approaching a bookshelf and taking out an old book and some scrolls. "Take these. This book is one of my favorites, and the scrolls contain exercises and texts that can help distract your mind."

Xica accepted the gifts gratefully, though a part of her felt disappointed at the lack of a concrete plan to help the prince. "Thank you, Master Godfrey," she said, trying to hide her disappointment. "I will do as you suggest."

"Trust that we are doing everything possible for the prince," added Godfrey, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "And remember, the knowledge and wisdom you gain now can be of great help to you in the future. Keep your mind and heart strong, Xica."

That night, Xica retreated to her quarters with the book and scrolls. As the moonlight illuminated her small room, she sat down to read. Godfrey’s words echoed in her mind, and although she still worried about the prince, she found some solace in the pages of the book. Each story and exercise on the scrolls was a temporary escape from her pain and a reminder of the importance of patience and wisdom.

Over time, Xica began to notice that her nights were less lonely and her days less monotonous. Although the prince remained in her thoughts, she now had something else to hold on to, something that gave her hope and strength. She knew that, in some way, her love and devotion for Baldwin would continue to guide her actions, preparing her for the day she might reunite with him and perhaps save him.

While Xica was absorbed in reading her book and working on the exercises from the scrolls that Godfrey had given her, she heard firm footsteps approaching her room. She looked up just in time to see her mother, a strong woman of African origin, enter with a severe expression on her face.

"Xica," her mother said firmly, "what is this I hear about your worries for Prince Baldwin?"

Xica slowly closed the book and stood up to face her mother. "Mother, it’s just that… the prince is very ill, and I fear for his life. I feel like I must do something to help him."

Xica's mother approached and took her hands, her dark eyes filled with a mix of concern and love. "Daughter, I understand your concern for him. I know how much you care, but you must remember your place in this castle. It is not your responsibility to get involved in these matters. The doctors and nobles are handling it."

"But, mother, he needs all the help he can get," protested Xica, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't just stay here doing nothing."

Xica's mother sighed and looked at her with a gentler expression. "Xica, I know you have a big heart and great devotion to the prince. But you must not be so dramatic. He will get better, trust in that. Your life should not revolve around him. You must find your own path, your own strength. Worrying all the time helps no one, especially not yourself."

Xica lowered her gaze, feeling chastened but also understanding the wisdom in her mother's words. "I know, mother. It’s just that… I feel so powerless."

Xica's mother gently lifted her daughter’s chin, making her look into her eyes. "You are not powerless, Xica. You have great strength within you. Use that book, those scrolls. Learn, grow, strengthen yourself. When the right time comes, you will know what to do. But for now, you must trust and be patient."

Xica nodded slowly, feeling a slight weight lift off her shoulders. "Thank you, mother. I will try to follow your advice."

Xica's mother smiled and hugged her tightly. "I will always be here for you, my daughter. Do not forget that. Now, go back to your studies. Knowledge is a great weapon, and someday, you may need it more than you imagine. You who can read and write, coming from where we do, must keep it a secret. We do not know what they might do if they discover a slave is literate."

Xica returned to her chair as her mother left the room. She felt a mix of emotions, but her mother’s presence and words had given her a new perspective. She opened the book again and began to read, determined to strengthen her mind and spirit, preparing for whatever challenges fate might bring her.

As the pages turned under her fingers, Xica found a renewed sense of purpose. She knew that, although she could not be by the prince's side at that moment, she could prepare herself for the day when her help might make a difference. And, in time, that preparation could be the greatest act of love and devotion she could offer.

[thenixkat]

(Picture in the voice of that one meme with the old man going 'Baby boy' at one pic and 'evil' at the second pic)

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My guy Edouard is a mulatto from Haiti (oh hey look at that we actually know where he's from and he's not 'ambiguously brown'). Are his eyes blue? Yes, tragically. But it's at least a shade of blue that works ok with with his skin tone. Also peep the nose and lips.

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Could I tell what kind of Native Olrox was when I saw him b4 he said anything? No. But I could tell he was Native. But we *do* get to find out where he's from. Does he have pale colored eyes, yes, but again the shades picked work well with his skin tone. Also just lovely nose, lips, cheek bones. Doesn't feel like an ambiguous brown mfer.

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Go girl give us nothing. Hate that shade of blue, its jarring. Granted given how the mangaka has this man's skin changing colors in the same lighting in the art books like a fucking chameleon in a rave and even making him that weird 'I don't know how to color nonpale people' grey in a few places in the artbooks also just that blue wasn't gonna work anyway.

Also the gross pixie nose. Zero lippage. What fantasy counterpart is this guy from who the fuck knows? Apparently, it wasn't important to make clear or hint at in his design or for him to bring anything that could pin him up directly. Mr. Ambigiously fucking Brown.

Also colorist tropes! Our two plot important brown people gotta have pale colored eyes can't they can't be too ethnic if we have to see them a lot more.

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Go girl give us nothing but even more! Dark eyes? Good. Everything else just bleh. Nothing. Hell, even the names are as 'no thoughts involved' as the rest.

[ballplayersxo]

Jalen green followed his dad lol. Add draya to the list of ass whooping too

I’m seriously convinced every 6 of 10 male babies get named Jalen cause why tf is there so many of them on this one floating ball.

there’s no way there was a shortage of names for tragic mulattos like don’t pmo 😭 but rekindling is always a good thing right???

[starrmarr]

as a mixed black woman myself, how do you feel about people saying "mixed blacks aren't black, they're mixed" thank you for your time beautiful queen

Honestly, the real problem for me lies in mixed people, especially online, going so hard to assert they aren’t “just black”. When the world looks at my lite brite self, they still see a NEGRESS, lol. You see it in my face and everywhere else, anyone denying you this way fails to realize even non-mixed black people come in all shades. We are the most diverse! The most exotic! I had an experience once, where someone was denying my blackness, so I made it a point to ask random strangers in the park what they thought I was, racially. The answers went like this: black, black, black, and “you’re BLACK and something else”. She had nothing to say afterwards. It’s silly, really, how so many of us are strangers to ourselves.

Our genetic information is so strong that even when we lay with individuals outside our kin, we reproduce ourselves— “you are your Black parent and something else”. Afrika overrides all the other shit, that “something else” becomes unidentifiable. That aside, my mother is a biracial woman and my father is a fully Afrikan man so once I really started understanding how I’m perceived and what’s in my genetic makeup, I don’t care to call myself mixed, I’m just a nigga, a griffe for the folk who subscribe to the weird plantation talk cause that’s really all it is on both sides— weird slave auction separation tactics that somehow make us believe we’re more valuable the further away we get from Blackness. Think about all the weird shit: the people with the million flags in their bios, the people who can’t wait for the “what are you” questions and then make videos about how “annoying” it is, a recording artist calling herself “Mulatto”, the constant propagation of interracial relationships and the mixed baby fetish... child, it’s a lot. I think it’s genocidal, honestly, but that’s for another day. Don’t listen to the coonery, don’t subscribe to it either.

Thank you for calling me beautiful, it’s because I’m Black <3 hehe

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Erzulie/ Family Of Loa

Erzulie (sometimes spelled Erzili or Èzili) is a family of loa, or spirits, in Voodoo. She is a great sport for any one to work with. And yes any religion can work with her.

She's the Vodou Lwa (spirit) who represent the essence of love and women. She has many forms, from fierce warrior mother to red-eyed weeping crone, and can be counted among either the Rada or Petwo lwa (spirits or gods).

During the times of slavery, and Petwo lwa were dark and powerful. (Not evil) Erzulie manifests with deep passion, and Her mood can range from the height of joy to the depths of misery.

There are a number of sister forms of Erzulie, and She is sometimes is considered by some to be a triple Goddess.(but is not) (As such She has three husbands–Damballah (is the original force of creation, believed to be the inner voice of God), Agwe (the spirit of the sea), and Ogoun (warrior spirit and iron) Like the Triple Goddess in other religions.

Erzulie Dantor: 👇is a spirit the essence of love not the Voodoo Goddess of love, romance, art, jealousy, passion, & sex. Erzulie Dantor is not the patron loa of lesbian women, nor domestic violence. But is the patron loa of New Orleans. She is deeply caring and dedicated to her children and will stop at nothing to protect them. She is also a guardian and protector of orphans, sick children, and those who have been abused. Erzulie Dantor is a mulatto woman who is often portrayed as the Black Madonna, or the Roman Catholic “Saint Virgin Mary, sometimes Barbara Africana”. She loves knives and is considered the protector of newly consecrated Voodoo priests and priestesses. A common syncretic depiction of Erzulie Dantor is St. Jeanne D’Arc, who is displayed carrying or supporting a sword. Which is pretty cool.

You can see that she holds a baby the baby's name is Anais. Anais is her daughter she is the translator for Ezulie Dantor because she cannot speak only can say one syllable, the sound of her tongue clicking on the roof of her mouth, “ke-ke-ke-ke!”. Story goes during the revolution Manbo Mayinet Priestess call on her and her husband to help against the slave owners. During possession a priestess her tongue was cut out by Haitian Revolutionaries who feared she would betray them. just in case she is captured she won't speak their secrets. She is now a Lwa in the Petwo Nation. But their other stores too about her that you can read.

Rada:

Erzulie Fréda Dahomey: ☝️ the Rada aspect of Erzulie, is the spirit of love, beauty, jewelry, dancing, luxury, and flowers. She wears three wedding rings, one for each husbands. Her symbol is a heart, Her colors are pink, blue, white and gold, and Her favorite is jewelry, perfume, sweet cakes and liqueurs. She is femininity and compassionate. But has a darker side. She is seen as jealous and spoiled and within some vodoun circles is considered to be lazy. When She mounts a person (possessed) She flirts with all the men, and can treats all the women as rivals. In Christian she is the Virgin and Child, because She is the mother of Ti. Common syncretizations include Our Lady of Lourdes because She is usually depicted as light-skinned.

I took this pic of the Ezili altar form a voodoo society in New Orleans.

Erzulie Freda: is the sister of Ezili Dantor, and Her opposite in every way. Where Dantor is a hard working single mother, Freda is a glamor girl. 🙂. She is said to be the most powerful sorceress in the pantheon. Her colors are pink and pale blue, she like pink champagne and roses, frosted cakes, jewelry . Make Shure to keep Her things clean or she will not arrive in the temple.” She is a powerful spirit. To receive her as a guest during rituals, practitioners must treat her with honors due to her status as a fine lady. She loves heady perfumes, jewels, and anything related to beauty and coquetry.

Erzulie Mansur: (Erzulie the Blessed) - Represents maternal love and protects children from harm.

Granne Erzulie (Grandma Erzulie) - Represents the wisdom granted by experience and maturity and grandmotherly kindness and love. She is syncretized with St. Anne, the mother of the Virgin Mary.

Petro:

Erzulie D'en Tort: / Erzulie Dantor (Erzulie of the Wrongs) Protects women and children and deals revenge against those who wrong them.

Erzulie Balianne: (Erzulie the Gagged) - "Silences" (heals or calms) hearts. Keeps secrets or ensures that secrets will not be revealed. Helps people to forget past loves and overcome passionate emotions. Her "horses" tend to speak as if they have a gag in their mouth. She is syncretized with The Immaculate Heart.

Erzulie Mapiangue: (Erzulie the Suckler) Deals with the pain of childbirth and the protection of unborn and newborn babies. Her "horses" tend to get in a fetal position or birthing position and cry tears of pain. Common syncretization is as the Virgin and Infant of Prague, which wear matching red velvet robes and gold crowns.

Erzulie Yeux Rouge or Erzulie Ge-Rouge (Red-Eyed Erzulie) Takes revenge on unfaithful lovers. Her "horses" cry tears of bitter sadness.

Erzulie Toho Aids: the jealous or slighted in love. Her "horses" cry tears of anger.

Others:

EditErzulie La Flambeau (Erzulie of the Torch)

Erzulie Wangol (Erzulie of the Sacred Banner)

Erzulie Shango Pye Nago loa that is a feminine aspect of Shango.

So you see she is represented in different ways not just as a loa in Haitian Vodou and a Orisha but in different forms of voodoo.

[carrionkid]

Here's the albums I listened to in November!

Sonic Jihad - Snake River Conspiracy

Clear Hearts Grey Flowers - Jack Off Jill

Walking With Strangers - The Birthday Massacre

Cex Cells - Blaqk Audio

Every Where is Some Where - K. Flay

Is A Real Boy - Say Anything

Collide With the Sky - Pierce the Veil

Talking to the Dead - Rosemary's Babies

Brain Eaters - Brain Eaters

Hot Man Pussy - Tragic Mulatto

The Greatest Show Unearthed - Creature Feature

Volume 1 - Amigo the Devil

Knife Man - AJJ

Trickstereprocess - Kidneythieves

Sin City - Genitorturers

SKOLD vs. KMFDM - SKOLD, KMFDM

Burn Out at the Hydrogen Bar - Chemlab

Jenny From Thebes - The Mountain Goats

Ladies, Women, and Girls - Bratmobile

Anarchy, My Dear - Say Anything

Stomachaches - Frnkiero and the Celebration (going back to my angsty high school days)

Misadventures - Pierce the Veil

Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair - La Dispute

Terror Twilight - Pavement

Wide Awake! - Parquet Courts

All Hail West Texas - The Mountain Goats

Inflammable Material - Stiff Little Fingers

Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes (2 times)

Hello - Poe (I actually got into them before finding out this is Mark Z Danielewski's sister)

Fantasies - Metric

Infinity on High - Fall Out Boy

Incesticide - Nirvana

Honky Tonkin' - Mekons

Second Coming - The Dickies

3 - Violent Femmes

The Question is No - Fastbacks

Ballots - Chumbawumba

Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash - The Replacements

New Wave - Against Me!

POST- - Jeff Rosenstock

A Prayer Under Pressure of Violent Anguish - My Ruin

Feast Scent Beast - Dirt

Beautiful Rat Sunset - The Mountain Goats (on a mission to listen to their whole discography)

Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain - Pavement

Sweden - The Mountain Goats

Nine Black Poppies - The Mountain Goats

Steady Diet of Nothing - Fugazi

It's 11pm so I'm calling it a night for my music of November!!

[africanrefugeeswelcome]

In all your pregnancies your belly has been huge, congratulations

[uglythug22]

MULATTO BABY NO DAD??!?

[ao3gobi17]

If Spider's biological father was dark-skinned and Spider was a mulatto (I don't know if this word is considered offensive, but I don't know which one to use here) and closer to a darker shade, would people in the city look more suspiciously at Quaritch and the rest? What if someone threw some racist text at Spider? If Spider had dreadlocks now but he argued them because of his origins and accused Quaritch of not respecting his culture, would Quaritch let him keep them?

In English it is an offensive term, so heads up on that!

If Spider's bio father was black (and I assume that Paz is white in this scenario) then people would assume Q is not the father given that he is also white.

I don't know that they'd be particularly suspicious, they'd just assume there's a baby-daddy who isn't in the picture (true). If Q was saying Spider was his "bio son" they might be a whole lot more suspicious, but Q wouldn't say "bio". And even if Q said Spider was his son (not bio son specifically) then people would probably think Q's the stepdad (true) or that Spider's adopted or something.

If it was an adult being racist to Spider, then Q would very likely square up to them and intimidate them into an apology (context dependant). If there was a lot of racism in the area they lived in and Spider was therefore being caused a lot of distress, I could see Q taking the law into his own hands RDA style to punish the racists.

The locs that Spider has don't look great anyway, given that a child did them and he didn't know anything about maintaining them, so regardless of Spider's race, Q would want them out. In terms of them being a major identifying factor, I do think that's less of an issue if Spider's not white, but it is still an identifying factor. So Q would want them gone regardless. If Spider argued that it's important to his culture, Q would probably say 'and so is the hairstyle I'm doing for you now' and still go back to the hairstyle Spider had as a kid (whatever that would have been). So not much changes there. I do think if down the line when they weren't on the run, Spider wanted to go back to locs, Q would be more amenable to it, but he'd want it done properly this time. <3

[lovemusic808playlist]

Baby Tate - Pretty Girl Remix ft. Killumantii & Mulatto (Official Video)...

[drownmeinbeauty]

WHO'S WHO

At an event celebrating her collection of essays Is Art History, reknown art historian Svetlana Alpers explained that she stopped teaching in 1994 because academic discussion was becoming guarded by political niceties. She argued, correctly, that a critic needs freedom to think and speak. And she referenced seventeenth-century Dutch painter Albert Eckhout's famous life-size portraits of Brazilians, commissioned by colonial governor Johan Maurits van Nassau-Siegen, as an example of canonical work unfairly diminished by current beliefs. After noting that van Nassau-Seigen was a slave owner, she commended the representations as more than one could expect from an artist working at the time in that culture.

Looking at Eckhout's suite of eight life-size paintings today, it's hard to see anything more that standard ethnographic painting, dressing the brutal truths of colonialism in the trappings of European history painting. There are four pairs of Brazilians, each a male-female couple, classified by race and caste: native, enslaved African, natives converted to Christianity, and those with mixed ancestry. The Brazilians are mostly naked, mostly expressionless, and rendered with a cartoon bluntness. Each figure stands outside under a tree, on bare earth, surrounded by shrubs. The men carry weapons, and the women baskets, fruit and babies.

There's no deep beauty in the portrayals. The blossoms, coconuts and spiders in the landscape are rendered with greater interest and attention than the subjects' faces. These people aren't depicted as individuals; they're more like illustrations in an anthropology textbook, meant to represent a type.

It's a terrifically unfair comparison, but look at Rembrandt's Two African Men, painted at the same time by an artist from the same culture. Rembrandt treats these two men, members of a small community of free Blacks in Antwerp, as he would an intimate European subject: they possess an awesome stillness and seriousness, are discovered in soft shadows. They're portrayed with typical (for Rembrandt) emotional acuity. The man on the left has lowered his head, in a posture of thought, sadness, doubt. The man on the right lifts his head purposefully, slowly, about to speak. The artist might not have known who these men were, exactly, but saw their humanity.

Albert Eckhout, Portrait of a Mameluca Woman 1641 and Portrait of a mulatto man with rifle and sword  1643. Courtesy of National Museum of Denmark.

[camvrin]

you stupid dumb nigger baby 🤣🤣🤣 you suck on pacifiers all day you big baby you dumb jiggaboo you mulatto lighthouse

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