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obsidianne-art · 2 years
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Anatomy studies….yeah totally.
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garcavisconde · 3 years
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Info about my (future) children’s books series about sapphic magical girls
So the time has come! even thought i only talked about this project yesterday but still OOPSIE DOOPSIE IT IS TIME FOR THE MAGICAL GIRLS
Basic premise: 7 girls discover mystical artifacts capable of stopping monsters who wants to take over the entire world. Now they must stay together, learn how to control their magical powers and stop evil from spreading!
Not-so-basic-premise: 5 years ago, monsters started to appear in gigantic portals found floating above oceans. Soon enough, they started to attack cities, and no human weapon is capable of stopping them. Humanity is hopeless, and despair is growing every day.
Giovanna, a teenager from Brazil, is trying to stay positive, but her depression is not helping her at all. One day, when walking on the beach with her bestie, Ana Luíza, she finds a strange creature lying on the ground. The two girls discover that Luíza is the only person in the entire world capable of accessing the Coração Divino, a legendary artifact the monsters want to consume, and, after some shenanigans, the two of them, along with five more girls, decide they must use the powers of the Coração Divino in order to fight the monsters!
... Unfortunately, the group has to get along and deal with their own dramas in order to, you know, save the world from certain destruction.
What I want this to have: Teen drama, romance drama, family drama and also social commentaries and analysis. The monsters are directly related to very real problems (like poverty, fascism, etc.), and to deal with them is to deal in some way with those problems. The girls must behave like actual teen girls, now walking stereotypes of what a teen girl must be. Also the main group is made of POC and LGBTQIA+ girls, and at least for now 4 of them have some kind of disability. Topics like religion, feminism and mental health are extremely important.
What is important to know, if you want to hear more about it: I am a brazilian woman and the story takes place in Brazil. There will be discussion of brazilian problems and culture. However, I’m a white cis woman, so I must do lots of research in order to write about certain topics. If I do/say something wrong, tell me, but keep in mind that I am brazilian, and some things in Brazil are very different from the rest of the world, and, no, this doesn’t excuse me from any actual mistake I will/can make. 
The main cast, as for now, because I’m still working on them in order for them to actual feel like brazilian teen girls (under the cut bc it’s a lot):
Ana Luíza, 15, the group “leader”. She has access to the Coração Divino and can make special objects capable of giving women magical powers. She prefers to stay behind and help the group by being a “hacker girl”, using magical creatures to analyze and make plans. She’s black! Also an autistic lesbian.
Giovanna (Gi), 15, has a purple colour scheme in her uniform. She has depression but has LOTS of support from her family, and is extremely determinated. She has shadow-related powers and is known for being extremely sarcastic, but has a kind heart and will help ANYONE she finds. Also she does capoeira. Also she has a crush on Luíza. She’s also black! Also lesbian.
Manu, 15, has a pink colour scheme in her uniform. You know that clumsy, kinda silly and sometimes stupid and stubborn kinda main magical girl character? That’s her, except she’s SUPER dramatic. Light powers and magical wand (duh) and also has a crush on Luíza. Her mother is black, her dad is white. Pansexual.
Kah, 15, has a red colour scheme in her uniform. Short-tempered and tomboy-ish, loves videogames and play soccer with her friends. She’s also an urban explorer and is super stubborn, knows how to take care of herself and basically a mom friend. Normally is the one with the group’s two braincells, even thought she causes LOTS of conflicts because of her temper. Fire powers, obviously. Also has a crush on Thá. Still haven’t 100% decided but for now she’s brown (indian parents). Pansexual and has a prosthetic leg.
Thá, 16, has a blue colour scheme in her uniform. SUUUUPER nerdy and shy, besties with Jéssica, loves history and geography. Prefers to be left alone to read her romances, however she isn’t ALWAYS super-soft. She’s extremely stubborn and when she thinks she’s right (which she normally is) that’s it. Is proud of her smarts and that’s the only moment her shyness doesn’t stop her from saying something. May have a growing crush on Kah and also water powers! She’s muslim, her family is arabic (gotta decide the country yet). Lesbian and a trans woman! I think she’ll have ADHD.
Pepê, 16, has a yellow colour scheme in her uniform. She’s basically a walking ray of sunshine, always being positive, never giving up, talks in memes because she’s like that, LOVES fashion and also kinda dramatic. Always lights up the mood and loves singing. Air/lightning powers! She’s asian (japanese). Pansexual.
Jussara (yes I wil change this name because no I did NOT like it and also bc I’m remaking her from scratch), 15, has a green colour scheme in her uniform. I am having SO MUCH TROUBLE WITH HER YOU HAVE NO IDEA, but for now she’s the artist type, the one who knows stuff about social media and is also an activist since before the story started. She is a perfectionist, a serious girl who has LOADS of trouble socializing because she always look serious and sometimes scare people by accident. No I am not satisfied with this because I know she has SO MUCH MORE POTENCIAL, like!!! URGHgsvajkhui. Anyways, she has earth/nature powers (and is kinda unhappy with this kind of power). She’s also indigenous, but I’m still researching stuff about tribes because I can’t just say “oh she’s tupi-guarani”. Like. NOOOOOO. Anyways I’ll probably make a post just for her when I finally figure her out!!! For now she’s bi.
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brokenhayatim · 4 years
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the projectionist
[now playing: the projectionist & north by sleeping at last]
this has been a long time coming but i couldn’t put my words to paper screen.
when hands are tied and clocks are ticking an audience convinced: we’re leaning in  holding our breath again
i can’t wait to go back to my place. i used to say that a lot, not out of spite or rudeness but because i genuinely couldn’t wait to be back to my own calm. its hit me now how i’ll no longer have that. and i wish i could feel finally sad or even say i’m still overwhelmed and confused, but it’s this sense of somber longing i guess. longing to keep something so good and somber at the reality that i just..won’t have that soon. i began calling this place home years ago and not because of the state (please, i would’ve anywhere but this state if not for the people i’ve met here) but because it’s my home. i more than just studied here, i built a fresh start, a life here. and i feel like i won’t have that again. is this what people feel like when they move out of their home of like 14 years that they raised 4 children and adopted 3 dogs in. it’s more tough than i thought, you know. every lease i’ve signed (shaking bc commitment may i add) i’ve always know i would be here the next, even though not in the same place and living with the same people, i’d still be here. i get emotional and nostalgic thinking of my former places every time i move, and i still think back to my first. i remember moments so vividly and what the apartment looked like from every square inch. but this is different. i moved an entire state away, essentially to be alone, and i love it. i love that i don’t depend on people for the simple things and less for the difficult things. i love that i have a routine. i like that i come home and i’m alone (roommates, i know, but it’s different). i go to the grocery store alone, i’ve learned the way and i’ve walked. i like that i could walk to target and walgreens, because i’ve learned the way. i like that i don’t have to depend on driving especially, i take a few ubers but even then, i’m comfortable doing that. something new york asiya would never have been. i go for mri’s alone. i walk to uni alone and back (except when i take the bus bc gurl i would sweat). i go the airport and fly alone, something i’ve loved. don’t get me wrong i love my siblings and miss them dearly but that’s what visits are for, and we have those every few months. no one has also came to visit me except my sister twice, and would i really want them too..i don’t know. **to expand on that first time at a later date** but now my brain is like ‘come. see the life i’ve made for myself. i want to show you all i’ve built’.
we'll tell our stories on these walls. every year, measure how tall and just like a work of art we'll tell our stories on these walls
i’m not ready for so many unknowns. where will i live soon? how many jobs will i have to apply for and which ones? even simplest things like where will i do my laundry? i’ve babbled about this but i’m so incredibly grateful for the apartments that i’ve had with amenities. my sisters are always shocked to know how i live at such a small price, but student housing [chef’s kiss]. but things like central ac and in home laundry, i’ve never thought of that, but new york i’ll have to. i’ll probs have to buy my room ac and walk for laundry if i live in the city. i can’t imagine i’d get a graphic design job or something similar anywhere near where i live, so the city i shall be. how far will i have to go to the store? what may happen on the way? i’ve sometimes worried about walking to the store here, mostly when they have kidnappers on the loose, but i always feel more safe than not. i walk 20/30 mins to target and walgreens on foot on the side of the main road and i’ve taken public transportation too. story on that, i told my first roommate how to get to the store from the bus and she was terrified so i went with her and she was like ...i can’t do this alone, i’ll just call a car. would new york asiya have done that too? probably not. because florida me is more independent (idk if bold or courageous is the word) and probs just a little crazy. ubers also are way more expensive in new york, just to add on that. i’ve taken the subway and train alone in new york and have walked blocks alone around nyu and parks. i know new york well, where i live and a bit of the city, but it’s not the same. my dream would be like keeping what i have here and copy and pasting it into the state of new york. i’ve always been and felt like a new yorker here, not once a floridian. i definitely don’t even do that school pride thing, some people actually never knew where i went to college. new york is also home for me, but it’s like my baby home. sometimes i think i was genuinely crazy coming here alone and not even knowing anything about the state nor ever seeing the university. but it was the best thing. i’m always depressed, yes, and i hate people, yes. but despite all of me being a constant emotional tragedy, i really love what i have here. it’s my own. i’ve become that person that tells you directions or tells you where to get what where. and now i’ll have to go back to someone that has to ask 89 questions and gets lost 14 times. ah, but if only i was rich and i could have it all. 
so we’re leaving,  we’re leaving our shadows behind us now we’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now
i can’t wait to go back to my place. i’ll no longer have a home to run off to for months when i don’t feel right. i’ve actually booked flights earlier than i and my family planned/expected just to jet sometimes. i always come back with my suitcase(s) and feel at home walking into my place. i know, inshallah, i’ll have that again in new york or wherever i am, but i HATE CHANGE. its such a big shift that i’m like..can we do baby steps?? i haven’t even been avoiding it for months, i’ve genuinely forgotten until like march when i had to decide on graduation stuff. and now i’ve opened my suitcase and feel like i’m doing my my clothes wrong by putting them in a suitcase to travel a state away and not a few streets. my 3 apartments have essentially been in between two streets, you see one, turn right and drive down, there’s another, turn left and then another left, drive down the road and there’s my current one, which is about two minutes from the first if you drive up a little down. it’s legit a square..but irrelevant. i know i can always come back to visit, but it won’t be the same. my social interaction meter already runs out in like 24 hours as it is then i need to come back home, imagine if i have to stay at someone’s house for like 3 days, lord. i don’t really know if it’s leaving that’s unsettling or going back knowing i won’t be fully alone from people that know me. 
(not so) tangent I: i always daydreamed of traveling to another state and getting a place there. my friend is thinking of coming from germany to practice dentistry here and we could find a place together. i know moving half way across the world for someone seems like a terrible idea, and i’ve lowkey done that coming here between states, but almost seven years of adoring each other’s existence makes you mushy and a little crazy. i feel like i’ll be awkward living with friends bc i’m such a loner, but who knows. the only thing getting her through these months of her final year in dentistry school is this idea and we’ve said inshallah every other week basically so inshallah, if it’s best for us. wild also that i knew her before she even started uni, way before she started dentistry school, like damn i hadn’t realized it’s been that long. 
ACTUAL tangent part II: late 2020/2021 was gonna be my planned travel year. rose was gonna have her dentistry school graduation in february so i was gonna go with more bouquets than my hands could hold. but before that i really wanted to see noor in like late december/january (shoutout to her getting her license i will never not be proud. am i smiling right now typing this? yes). i would find a way to not die in one of those taxis for this surprise, wait outside in the rain (if the sky allows) and play a neighbourhood song outside her window with my iphone that would get water damage and die, then i would sing it (i memorized the lyrics on the flight over, duh). point is, i wanted to see her first and also in one of the least hottest months bc although i would die for her, i’m not going out from heat stroke. thank you miss covid-19, i must postpone that to 2041. i would say i could move to dubai, but i love wearing black and not like..oh yeah..dying. with germany, (ironically enough where my cousin and i were gonna go, me for uni) i can barely speak english let alone learn another language. i wouldn’t subject anyone to murica so alternative options are encouraged. anyways, it’s like the virus knew i was an absolute loser. and it’s as if i have a bug to just keep hopping on planes to avoid having to deal with myself for more than twelve minutes. additional tangent, sometimes i think about how i’ve known noor for five years and like four of those years, we’ve spoken like every day..like how the hell do we do this??? we’ve exhausted every topic humanly possible and still find something new. imagine if we met and it was just [crickets] jhfghfg. i would say we share a braincell and she has it, but i feel like she has five at least. i always have the same tangent topic that literally should just be it’s own solo post..ANYWAYS. 
let the years we're here be kind, be kind let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide settle our bones like wood over time, over time
i’m gonna continue this later bc the tangent sent my mind in a whole different direction ,, what are thoughts
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