when will i start drawing people looking to the left
broooer replied to your post: things i want from a wizarding movie set in 1920’s…I am desperately sitting here going “latino wizards give me south american wizards of all sorts”
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired
Give me wizards that learned to swallow their rage when the kaffir came and plundered their lands and enslaved the minds of their people; give me the Queen of Ophir and Kinabalu, slowly fenced in by jungle and scorn of their “more civilized” kin; give me those that inherited the Saka, who can become tigers and bears at will and yet are classified as “Beasts”; give me wizards who left the Kingdom when the demon opium ate their lands and Heaven’s Mandate flayed open by low cunning and base treachery; give me a people that had to learn to hide not only from the mundane world but from their “superior” brethren, lest they be “taken in” for “re-education”; give me a Ministry of Magic that ruled a land that made it a goal to make all those that practiced their magic poor copies of their colonial masters; give me all of that and not a magical people who ran away and did not suffer with their people, because how cowardly is that? How base is that? Where were you when they were flaying us alive? Who suffered with us? Is this your fight? Or are wizards all the same inside?
Give me a Caribbean where the indentured Indian servants mixed or didn’t mix with the descendants of black slaves; the latter having held out piece meal to this and that former tribal practice, a little changed here and there, a little influenced bit by the oppressors wizardy and by Christianity.
Give me words that shifted, that only sounded like Latin, but weren’t. Give me secret training. Give me the Maroons in the mountains of Jamaica working with the now claimed to be ‘wild’ beings of the heights.
I want to see a modern representation where spells have one hindu word, two latin, a third half forgotten African tribal word for tribe ‘A’ with the fourth half forgotten tribal word for tribe ‘B’; Igbo and Yoruba and more.
I want to know the story of the islands that got passed like marbles from the Spanish, the English, the Portuguese and the French.
I want to see the unique magic system developed from that, when mixed with obeah and voudoo and tens of bits of lore of folkmagic.
I want to hear how the Caribbean doesn’t really believe, perhaps ‘In The Dark Arts’ - not the way the Europeans do. And how that would make them distrusted enough that Caribbean peoples, once Independence came, would forsake Hogwarts and Beauxbatons in droves for Durmstrang — before finally pulling back and creating their own school…. in the Bermuda Triangle; where escaped slaves and indigeous people, fled or were tossed overboard and found refuage; a place with magic so strong, so laced in pain and blood and loss and desperate need for survial, that it messes with muggle technology and colonial wizard a like.
Give me a tropical magical campus that only accepts being found and attended due to what’s in your blood; the tangled lines of Taino, African, East and South East Asian, Indigenous South American amidst the colonizers seed. A campus with a spell that traces your family lines in your veins.
Give me scenes of Caribbean wizards, dropping a piece of after birth first on the land and then on the ocean and whispering an enchantment and THAT is how you ‘go down in the book’ for Sargasso; the name that stuck when before it’d simply been ‘The School’ or ‘The Place’.
A school where the European named ‘Squibs’ and magical blooded alike attend to learn the basics of their past and their history; who they are, where they come from.
Where some people; some muggles; know who to go to for herbs and healing and who to go to for hexes and other help but outside the community no one’s ever quite sure if the person they’re going to has the power or just the knowledge.
Show me 17 different types of mermaids. Show me the community created when mer-magic mixed with weeping family members waking up from fever in slave ships and finding people gone - tossed overboard and frantically whispering spells. Show me the Defenders of the Triangle and why the lines of space are always moving.
Show me the hint of mer-magic in those walking the limestone halls of Sargasso too.
Show me the secret of past shipwrecks; the fish tailed pirates, and dark skinned bold scavengers, wrecking what trade they could; freeing some, getting supplies from others.
Where are the tales of Caribbean Ani-Magi? Schools of porpoise and dolphins that are actual classrooms on field trips? Flocks of squawking parrots and scarlet ibis?
Show me a place where parseltongue has a different name and is quite, quite common - as are those who speak to spiders; Anansispeech.
I want tales of appearing and disappearing islands, of storm witches, of Soucoyah as rebel fighters; of colonial identifying descendants grasping at duppy magic and what happens when the wrestled enslaved dead say no more.
Yeah, there’s a whole WORLD of magic, Rowling never touched.
I am totally serious about the Gerudo society being matriarchal and controlled by women even when they have a King.
You have this group of Amazons that only see a King once every hundred years, of course they are going to be like “if we have to serve this guy he had better be worth it”.
He is the strongest in the tribe because they make sure he is the strongest. If he isn’t, then he shouldn’t be leading them. He probably spends most of his childhood getting whaled on by his sisters to “toughen him up”.
And there is none of that “hey I’m the only guy so this must be my harem” bullshit even if they are dependent on him for keeping the Gerudo a distinct race. You can bet just before puberty he gets fed all sorts of stuff about women having a greater chance of bearing children if the act itself is enjoyable and goes on for a long time.
There’s no serving Kings because tradition says so, tradition begins an ends with the women of the tribe, and they must put in all sorts of bits and pieces into his training and upbringing to make sure he knows that even though he is the King, they are the tribe.
Super agreed here. Part of what makes a society patriarchal vs. matriarchal or ruled by some other social demographic is identifying who the structure of power benefits. Ganondorf may be King, and the one male Gerudo every century may automatically get this position, but he literally can’t set anything up to benefit any other male in his society because there are none.
Everything he’s going to be taking in for the formative years of his life is going to be for the benefit of the majority group in his society, the women. It just does not make sense otherwise- that’s why “society ruled by a patriarch” is a deceptive and simplistic definition. It doesn’t matter who’s actually got the title of King (if being “King” even means the same thing as ruling OVER the Gerudo at all!) if there’s just no other men to empower among the population.
The fact that Ganondorf is raised in an all female society whom as you said probably instiledl in him strong feminist values and a great respect for the strength of women makes me wonder how he identifies his own gender. By this I do not mean that he is what is defined as trans (he feels like that he was not born into the right body), but does he truly identify as “male”. Does he realize that he is the same sex as Hylian men as Link and the King of Hyrule? Does he relate to other men?
He grew up in a society where there were really no gender roles because well there was only one gender with the exception of himself. He has no one to model off of what it means to be male. The first time he ever encounters one would be when he goes to Hyrule which might not have occurred until he was a teenager or young adult. Even when he does encounter Hylian men, they are so different from him both physically and culturally that I think he would have found it very hard to see any true similarities between them and himself.
Perhaps he thought of himself as sort of an island. He knows that he is not the same as his sisters, but he does not align himself with the typical Hylian idea of what it means to be a man. Also given his egomaniacal ways, it is not hard to imagine that he thought of himself as one of a kind and set himself apart (and probably above) others.
SERIOUS BROODING HERO—unkillable passion for collectible card games. Whatever.
it’s just baffling really. like son, we all know that can’t be taken seriously so why try?
quistis: you’re the squad leader. good luck to you.
seifer: instructor… i hate it when people wish me luck. save those words for a bad student that needs them, eh?
quistis: okay then. good luck, seifer.
this guy needs his own post. the most impressive introduction made by a video game character: doing random acrobatics then grinning like this.
on this episode of “squall is a nerd pass it on” aka ffviii:
- squall apparently has an occult themed magazine. maybe he picked it up, but i prefer to think him as a nerd thank you very much.
- thirty minutes into the game and i still have no clue how the game works. i knew years of playing hack ‘n slash and action-adventers would come to bite me one day ;_;
- "you know, boys often choke on this test when i come with them. i guess my charm makes them nervous." i love you, instructor quistis.
- squall’s response to that is “whatever”. oh come on, boy, she was joking to make you relax. appreciate your instructor, she’s truly one in a million.
- the boss battle against ifrit (?) was kinda intense.
- apparently, weird-ass buildings are common in this world, as proved by the small town with the nice music.
- ohhhh card games~!!!
- speaking about card games, i find the idea of squall approaching random people to play cards with to be hilarious for some reason.