I've Been Reading Iron Flame By Rebecca Yarros, And It's Gotten Me Thinking About How Worldbuilding Is

The original Superman artist Joe Shuster was rightfully bitter about the huge financial loss selling the rights to Superman caused him and his co-creator Jerry Siegel. Joe was going blind while working as a mailman and living by himself in a ratty apartment.

He made BDSM porn comics with Superman and supporting character lookalikes. Some people say it was out of pure financial desperation and a case of lookalike art that caused this. Others say it was a jab at DC comics for all that they did to him.

The story is pretty interesting of how they found this out. I’ll try and find the article because it’s wonderfully written.

This is legitimately the most horrifying tweet I’ve seen in a long time

She-Ra Where’s Micah?

So, obviously the rumors of Micah’s death is greatly exaggerated or misunderstood. We’re never shown exactly how he ‘died’ we just know he did and Angella feels responsible since it is implied it was her plan or decision that lead to his supposed death. Which is why Angella has a fear of making another bad decision that she didn’t make any decisions leading ( or contributing) to the original Princess Alliance to fall apart.

So, Micah isn’t dead. Then where is he? If he was a prisoner of the Horde he would’ve been used as a bargaining chip by them already. To get Angella and Castaspella to comply with whatever demands in order to ensure Micah’s safety. Both have a strong emotional and personal relationship with Micah, they would’ve done it. Two kingdoms submitting with little to no resistance at the same time would be a huge advantage for The Horde.

I theorize Shadow Weaver somehow has him under her own secret and private improsonment. Without Hordak’s or anyone else’s knowledge. Why would Shadow Weaver hide this from Hordak?

Simply because Shadow Weaver cares about her own magical power first and foremost. Even if giving Micah to Hordak would gain her approval and favor, Shadow Weaver has shown again and again, Hordak and his mission means nothing to her. Hordak is simply convenient for her goal.

The way she used Glimmer as a living magic battery while crude, but given the rushed circumstances she seemed to be comfortable and at ease with the situation. While showing disregard for Glimmer’s physical well being during this, it shows she has the knowledge to perform this and a lack of empathy to take magic from other’s regardless if it’s hurting them.

It also helps show that she’s hypothetically done it to Micah and possibly still did while she was in the Frightzone. Shadow Weaver probably has a complex spell or magical device that’s keeping him imprisoned (and out of sight) but alive enough to serve as a magic battery. Her being kicked out of the Frightzone has possibly cut her off from his magic.

Though, if he’s not being held by Shadow Weaver he’s possibly stuck or trapped in whatever area of the mission he ‘died’ in or he has amnesia as a result of the injuries he received on said mission.

Antonio's Route

Spoilers for anyone who hasn't played his route, Diego's or Vanessa's yet!

Finaly! We get some confirmation for the multiple hints that MC isn't a normal human!

Besides the bombshells dropped about the MC's parents and ancestor we knew the family wasn't normal but now we have something even bigger.

Also, I would like to name Antonio MurderVamp Husband.

I love the lettering on this. I love the flow and placement. The use of color. The character illustrations. It’s amazing how we tell something can affect a story. I also want to add it’s thanks to online interactions that a lot of web comics are going with a scrolling vertical kind of layout in mind. I wonder how someone would try to adapt this ina more traditional horizontal graphic novel sort of way.

“Tell me about the Spear of Selene.”

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

What I Can’t Say To My Brother

You are fundamentally a bad person. You are furious. You are selfish. You are a liar. You are a gaslighter. You are a thief. You are misogynistic. You are queerphobic. You are racist. You are intolerant. You are abusive.

Everything has been handed to you. You do not have to try to succeed in anything. You’re athletic, charismatic, talented, pretty enough to look like every leading man in an action flick , and every body wants you to succeed. I grew up hearing and watching everyone fawn over you. Kids at school would make friends with me just so they could come over to the house to hangout with you.

“Deven’s so smart, you know when he was little he spoke Russian and Spainish?”

“Deven’s so handsome he should be a model!”

“Deven’s so good at fixing computers!”

Your life could’ve been astronomically better than mine. But you couldn’t even do the bare minimum of effort or pretense of it to even coats on by. You’ve pissed every opportunity away. Every ounce of goodwill people have given you, you’ve sucked it dry.

The money you stole to party with your rich kid friends (who you also mooched off of to the point they stopped talking to you) almost made our family homeless. Every girlfriend you’ve ever had would sheepishly admit that you bragged about stealing money from me to pay for the date and would slip me a twenty from their purse as an apology.

Every girlfriend you’ve had you also drove to have an emotional breakdown. You purposely went after women with emotional problems and no support structure so you could bully them. These were women who wouldn’t know what a real healthy normal relationship is supposed to be. You did that on purpose.

You claim our mother is the person you love the most in the world (after yourself). You take money from her (you steal from her on occasion).The few times she tried making boundaries you guilted her and blamed. Our mother, the one parent we share in our blood, the one parent who actually stuck around for you.

My poor mother had to give up her dreams of travel and further education, of making beautiful art, all so she could give birth to a pitiful man like you. She was sixteen and scared out of her mind. She was hurting from a father that abondomded her as well, and you fucking play on that with your POS dad’s behavior. You use your fear of abondomenr as a fucking excuse.

You dare try to lecture me. You dare try and take some sort of moral authority and intellectual stance. I only speak to you at family functions out of the bare necessity to not hurt our poor grandmother’s feelings.

How fucking dare you try to explain the origins of storytelling and myth. I’m a fucking English Major with a concentration in creative writing my thesis is based around archetypes. I’m not taking intellectual or academic sources from a man who got a full ride to college but flunked our his first semester because he didn’t show up to class and didn’t do homework.

You only showed up to take tests. (College students who do this have the brains to check the professor’s attendance policy and grading system to see if they can pass and get away with it.) You also didn’t have the spine to tell our parents what you were actually doing, you would drive up to college and sleep in your car, like the jellyfish you are.

It took everything I had in me not to tear you down with a few sentences. You have to feel like the smartest person around. You dared to say you were, “The Muhammad Ali of Knowledge.”

Every memory of you cornering me and screaming at me to agree with you and your shitty pints. You would t let me leave til I said you were right in between choking back sobs burned in me. You and your need to control every body around you.

I could’ve destroyed you. Just a few flippant words, because let’s be real, what we say causally is usually what devastates others the most.

“Relax, you’re only my half-brother.”

“So, how smart do you have to be for your dad to finally give a shit about you?”

“What’s it like to have a dad that doesn’t love you?”

But I didn’t, you know why? Because I’m not you. That would’ve been a Deven move.

Fantasy Guide to Balls

When we think of fantasy we think of castles and princesses and then we immediately think of ballrooms and dancing. After all, what court is complete without balls and feasts?

Types

Throughout time there have been many kinds of ball. In mediaeval times, a feast could be a nightly occurrence. The monarch would pay to host their friends and vassals for dinner and afterward would come the dancing. The first few years of Henry VIII's reign had feasts and masques almost daily if not weekly. As we come closer to Edwardian times, some balls abandoned the dinner aspect for dancing, music and gossiping.

Invite only

If the monarch announces a ball, they will send an invite to the nobility or the wealthy if their presence is either desired or cursory. Snubbing a noble of an invite would be seen as an insult, a very public one. No noble or guest can show up without an invite. That would be seen as impetuous and rude, almost the equivalent of wearing white to a wedding.

Precedent

When you step into the ballroom, sometimes you would be announced to the room or introduced to the royal family. There would be a special sequence in which this would happen. The highest ranking to the lowest ranking always. It would be a manor faux pas to announce a mere Lady before a Duchess.

Dancing

Actual dancing sometimes ran like bingo. A lady could have a dance card which she would ask her dance partners to sign as a keepsake. The men would dance to show their grace and manners whilst some might be chasing a new mistress and the ladies would dance to show their grace and skill. It could be considered scandalous for a woman to dance more than a single dance with a man which could lead to gossip.

Different kinds of historical dances

Carole

Ductia

Estampie (Istampitta)

Saltarello

Trotto

Farandole

Allemande

Basse danse

Branle

Canario

Coranto

Dompe

Galliard

La volta

Pavane

Sarabanda

Spagnoletta

Tourdion

Bourrée

Canary

Chaconne

Entrée grave

Forlana

Gavotte

Gigue

Loure

Menuet

Musette

Passacaille

Passepied

Rigaudon

Sarabande

Tambourin

For @viola-cola

@bird-lord1993 I am trying to contain myself from the sheer emotions these gifs instill in me

peter falk as charlie adamo in machine gun mccain (1969)

My baby!!! I started reading Ms. Marvel in highschool I was maybe a couple years older than her canon age, but I still loved her so much and I still do. Kamala is what I hope my future kids will be like.

Ms. Marvel from the ‘Future Avengers’ anime. 

no dubs or subtitles are provided, but you can watch the episode here.

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