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tonidorsay · 7 years

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Ok, Tumblr peeps... ya'll are tough and cynical, but hey...

Yeah, I know. Fuckin Boomers fuck the world, the Xers do jack but watch it, and now you gotta clean that shit up while paying fucking debts or working for one third what they made at the same job.

So you know I wrote a book. I am writing more of them. Not the boring ass trans shit book that none of ya want, but a fun book about magical girls and stuff.

Only, it isn’t all that fun all the time.

You see, the Girls are fighting the Agents of Oblivion. Oblivion is the personification of his name, and that means he’s the end of everything.

He even has five Riders, because he thinks Apocalypse is a candy ass and that other guy is distracted.

But before we get to them, we gotta uncover what’s going on.

So, let’s talk about villains for a moment.

Oppression. Be it misogyny or transphobia or racism or the rest, it is always an expression of a formula.

I express that formula directly: Anxiety/Aversion/Animus, singly or in any combination plus social power is how oppression works.

Now, social power stems from those things which act to limit or hinder individual Agency – social power is Structure.

What if all those things were demigods?

Lesser powers, their will bent towards service of their masters?

Anxiety, Aversion, and Animus are The Three. This cycle of effort to bring Oblivion through, they are the major leaders. They played a role previously, but they didn’t succeed because they served other forces.

They are partnered with The Five: Apathy, Avarice, Deceit, Privilege, and Stigma.

The Five are the ringleaders of the larger group known as The Structure.

All of them have lesser demigods working for them.

Anxiety, for example, has Humiliation, Disrespect, Inadequacy, Alienation, and Terror working for him.

Animus has Aggression, Frustration, Insecurity, Envy, and Hate. Those last two have been around a very long while – they were Known in Ancient Greece. You might recall a less flattering version of Strife, who has gone solo, from the Disney Hercules.

He’s still pissed about that. Which might be why there has been so much of him in the Disney back offices and leadership team over the last several years…

There are over 60 of these buggers on the sheet I am referencing that lays out all the ways they work and interconnect.

One of Stigma’s Lieutenants has jumped ship, though. Seems he both wised up to the fact that when Oblivion comes, they all go to, but moreso it seems his power is not as influential as it once was – he is disrepute.

You may get to know him as Alley.

Avarice is the de facto head at present, and one of the most Powerful. So powerful he may just have assumed a role as a person on Earth. And be influencing events more directly.

Any of this sounding vaguely familiar?

Feel like you are living in a world that is controlled and dominated by demigods who corrupt people with miasmas and humours?

These are the folks that the Contras are fighting. Sometimes they are easy. Lazy or distracted or overconfident. Sometimes they are hard.

But they are Gods, able to twist reality and warp things, and as the gals climb the ladder towards the Tower, they will fight more and more of them.

Sometimes they will be joined by The Party. The Party is the West Coast magical guy team.

Yes, you read that right. Magical guys. And they will be done straight. Gay, trans, one AceAro who has a dark sense of humor.

Sometimes they will be joined by the Rebels, who have been at this a lot longer, as they gained their powers when they were in their early teens. They are on the East Coast. Vermont, specifically.

Oh, I should note that two of this team are a couple, and the black gal is Justice and the other gal is Liberty, and yeah…

Trans gal on that team, too.

I absolutely promise that Nazis get punched (one gets a full missile launcher shot at him in the first book!), and there will be two occasions where the orange one gets what is coming to him. As well as his cronies.

I can also state that apparently, and over my objections, later in the series we will see giant robots and we will see Kaiju. I was trying very hard not to let that happen, but, well, you know how villains are,

Motherfuckers do not know when to give up. Specially these villains, who more often than not understand that monologuing is bad, and killing them is more fun if it hurts a lot.

ContraMagica is a 300 plus page Outline spanning at least 11 books.

It may take the form of a light novel and the conventions of the magical girl and magical idol genres, but it is a full on, hard core, old style fairy tale structured within the Hero’s journey that has given us Epic Fantasy works from Lord of the Rings to Harry Potter to Song of fire and ice and more.

Except, for once, all the lead characters are women, and both women of color and lgbt women are everywhere.

If you have ever read my what is series, you likely know I understand this stuff on the “academic” level. You probably know that I get these things better than pretty much 98% of our haters.

This is what happens when you take those things and put them into a really fun story. One that is inspired by Ghibli films and Ghost in the shell and Madoka and Yuki Yuna and the darker stuff but still brings out the light.

Maybe you hear me talk about girl power and you think, oh fuck no, not more of this live and peace and kindness crap.

Well, this isn’t that kind of girl power.

When you get a moment, go out and do some research. Seriously. Go out and find twenty five characteristics that define what the fuck Girl power really if. Broaden your search into the power of the feminine, too.

It will take effort. Because the vast majority of it is either Terf shit that stops at three things or religious shit that stops at five or a bled of both that says smile bitch and say thank you when he pulls out.

Sorry, that doesn’t do shit for me.

But there is value in womanhood, in the bonds of it and the aspects of it that need not be opposite of or complementary to masculinity.

And toxic masculinity is rampant, as well.

I had to figure that out. I had to dive into it and go beyond the silly shit and let me tell ya, I got 40 elements of Girl Power.

That change things in a subversive way that you know I love.

That is the power of these gals.

But wait!

Even after all of that, and I know ya’ll are like “yawn, yeah, whatevs”, there are a couple more things…

Each of these gals has five romantic aspects to them. Over the course of the novels, they will explore these, from crushes to the two separate romantic leads for each on, to the person who keeps making stuff hard, and to the friend who is there for them.

Yeah, even the Ace lead. She’s Ace, but she’s not Aro. But she has more going on, and what you might think is her basis for being Ace ain’t it.

And then, of course, these women are not whole people. The Contras don’t have the happy background of your usual Magical girl. All of them had lives that sucked, lives that hurt and broke and pushed them.

Remember, again, I am both a sociologist and a psychologist. These gals have issues. And I am just starting to explore them. For instance, there is a moment mentioned in book one where Lark, who is easily the baddest black magical girl I know, with her everyday goth look and her Victorian plus maid powered gear and her snakes and Houdon force and old brujha, is accosted by guys on Campus and is pretty much unable to respond and it falls to the Latina gal to come in and scare them off.

Why would she be that way? Why did Tally spend forty plus years waiting for mr right, and what happened that she might do it again?

These are gals with issues you will recognize.

This is ContraMagica. It isn’t going to be PreCure or Sailor Moon (neither of which I have seen more than two episodes of, btw, lol).

It is everything I have in me – all of it – poured out for you, but cleverly disguised as a kick ass magical girl superhero women’s story hidden in the YA field.

That is all of it. If you still go meh, well, I at least tried, lol.

But tell people about this. Let them know that I have five years or less locked down of my life to tell this massive story, and if I am lucky, maybe make a bit (seriously, a buck a book is what most authors make on trade paperbacks retail, so it takes like everyone to make an HP).

It isn’t great art. Not war and peace.

But i like to think it’s a going to be a great read.

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vinegar--tom · 7 years

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Tyjo! (A Czech exclamation indicating surprise) I was tagged by @bbuffyy to tell five things about myself! And as soon as I’ve seen it and read her hilarious answers I went into an automatic brainstorm “five things? Here, have five million! The time you didn’t want to let your grandma taste your ice cream because of her dentures! Or when you set up a dinosaur theatre in your room aged 6 and re-enacted the politics debate on tv from earlier that day, the t-Rex standing for the member of the liberal party and stegosaurus as the labour candidate trying to push forward a pension reform, but then they just abandoned their discussion and ate the Barbie. Or when you threw a Caprisun down the highest mountain and your mum made you go down and fetch it and since then you’ve never ever littered anywhere.”

Ok ok I’ll just go with five random things then and leave the rest for a memoir.

1. I have the weirdest dreams. It’s normal for me to dream I’m a different entity, sometimes even a thing. I dreamt I was a penguin who longed to impress his Dad, so I went and won the X-Factor. I was a very old man who owned a train station which burned down later on and I woke up distraught. I was a man from a Colgate Herbal advert and was communicating with Tigger using smoke signals. Once I was a toadstool. Another night the moon was about to fall from the sky and kill us all but I was making sure my suitcase was full to the brim with croissants. I was in the woods and suddenly I heard the creepiest voice emanating from my radio and I knew it was the voice of a dead soldier, I was pulled into a vortex and woke up with my pyjama trousers off.

2. My mum died when I was 17, and when it happened I felt like I had expected it my whole life. I loved my parents so much, that as a kid I worried about something happening to them all the time… at the same time, in a cruel way it also meant I was prepared for it. My mum was a sort of person you couldn’t really imagine old, she was always so lively and beautiful and full of ideas. We argued all the time, of course, especially because we were so alike. I hope to become as fantastic a mum to my own kids as she was. One day she said I’d have a day off school and we went to the cinema and then swimming. She supported me in everything I did and laughed with me over teacher’s note which accused me of repeatedly climbing over the toilet wall (I was 9), she was also the one to introduce me (not personally, unfortunately) to William Blake and William Saroyan and artists and architects I admire to this day. We spent every summer hiking in the mountains and when we got richer we travelled abroad. I’ll never forget the night we were leaning on the balcony of our Austrian chalet, watching the extremely bright stars you only get deep in the mountains, smelling the dewy meadows all around us. We were in the Austrian Alps in the summer 2007 when my mum went back to the car to get something and then returned much later, looking bewildered and saying she’d got disoriented. We were worried but for the rest of the holiday everything was fine so we forgot about it. Then about a month after that my mum, grandma and my little brother were on their way home and mum suddenly lost control of the wheel, went completely blank and had my grandma not stepped on the brake, they would’ve definitely ended up in an accident. Later, in the hospital, we were told my mum suffered a seizure. We were confused - she didn’t have a history of brain problems, epilepsy or anything of that nature. 5 years prior to this incident, she had a melanoma removed from her back. A small, insignificant mole which was however malign. She was told everything seemed fine and annual CT screening hadn’t revealed anything suspicious. And yet, the melanoma managed to metastasise and find its way to the brain. We were optimistic until the last couple of days she died. We believed the chemo and radiotherapy and the specialist care would work, and even though we could see her getting worse we never allowed ourselves to see a different outcome. When it happened I felt numb. I don’t believe in God, none of us do, but I find that more comforting than the idea of having one’s life in the hands of an omniscient being. We are all made of star matter and at some point we return to the stars, to become part of something new. I regret it every day, that she’s not here (sometimes, I forget to regret, especially when I’m doing something rubbish, like job hunting; but then I regret twice the next day when I’m having fun), that she’s not seen me graduate, not met my wicked (in the British sense of the word, he’s not evil, you fools) boyfriend who’s now a doctor and takes good care of me and who helped me understand what happened to her; that she never got slobbered over by Kira or that she doesn’t know how good my brother got in CS and how despite his gaming background he can cook a decent schnitzel,…and she would be so proud of how well our Dad has handled it all…

3. Okay, this was extremely long and sad, so a more uplifting one: I had the best childhood, I was very lucky because of the area I grew up in which was quite safe and meant that me and my friends could spend all day outside exploring (except when we were fighting over the controllers while playing Tomb Raider). Our main quest was the search for what we called a bunker, a hiding place where we’d store all our war treasure. We’d also have sleepovers every weekend and for some reason we’d always bring our own bedding with us (I was very attached to my Lion King quilt), and I remember once I left my friend’s house rollerblading downhill holding a quilt and a pillow, not being able to see over my load. We also stole a tiny willow from someone’s garden (don’t ask), and we got caught but when the adults questioned us we said nothing at all so they had to let us go. And we found a dog and secretly brought it to my room but we’re forced to take it back. We climbed on the roof of a hospital and…peed down it. Yup. Two twelve-year-olds and a nine-year-old, you can go and ask them why they did it, I’ve no idea.

4. Since I was 12, every year, my grandma would take me on small sightseeing trips abroad. We’ve been to Austria, Italy, Switzerland, Ireland, Scotland, England, Belgium and The Netherlands together, to some places several times. I was always looking forward to it all year, and so was my grandma who had grown up under communism and unable to travel until she was almost fifty. As soon as the Iron Curtain fell, she began venturing abroad, and eventually finding her heart belonged to the Dolomites, the most beautiful mountain range in the world (I’m biased). Apart from my love of hiking, she also ignited my enthusiasm for literature and had provided me with my first Erich Maria Remarque at the age of 10 :)

5. I realised that I’ve probably already written 635342 things rather than five, thanks to a crafty use of paragraphs. Quick facts: the same grandma had once seen a proper ghost, it was in the woods near an ancient castle and there was a knight in full armour and with her there were 4 other people who had also seen it and none of them were on mushrooms. When I was very little I had an alternative persona called “The Sailor Mother Cat” and an invisible friend called Marble. My favourite anime is Fullmetal Alchemist and favourite book Lanark by Alasdair Gray. I love reading plays even more than novels. I’m interested in pretty much everything so I can spend years on Wikipedia. I hate butterflies.

#myself #personal

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