#war-zard

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War-Zard (aka Red Earth) art from the Gallery section of Capcom Fighting Collection (PC/Steam)

Illustration by Daigo Ikeno

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tessa

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[turqoisetortoise]

Gigi from Warzard / Red Earth

[kunosoura]

as a person who spends a good chunk of their leisure time reading fantasy novels and watching fantasy shows and playing fantasy videogames. I think there is something pathetic about the genre sometimes. In the way some universes want to draw you in and keep you there forever rather than telling a story that connects perhaps thematically to our world but also draws a clean line and says story over, move on w/ ya life. Learn a lesson and start a new chapter. ask that girl out. maybe ask for that promotion that's up for grabs, champ. nah instead these want you thinking about them forever.

the obvious example would be the endless oversaturated franchise drek of e.g. star wars and marvel. but this can happen in completed stories or even one off stories. things that end but don't conclude. encouraging the worst habits of the fantasy audience by enticing them to keep a little part of them living forever in that world. endless fanfiction for a universe whose author has moved on or died.

I think Tolkien set the standard for this. He wrote The Hobbit and LotR and spent the rest of his life with his world revolving around that universe and he encouraged that sort of engagement with it by constantly answering letters and working on the silmarillion et al. I think that bled into his influence over the rest of the fantasy genre. SFF authors don't create stories, they create worlds and they want a small part of you to live in them like they did when writing it. And some of them struggle to draw the line.

some of them don't even want to. new star wars shows/seasons every year. visit the w*zarding world at universal studios today. https://www.brandonsanderson.com/tag/store/. we want your attention until you're cold in the ground.

and like even that I can forgive when they do something cool with it and encourage some sort of deeper understanding but too often it's just like. welp! imagine your own cool elfblooded ranger doing cool sword duels :). find out what knight radiant order you are today! take the quiz.

no thesis no conclusion sorry I'm just a hater up too late.

[just-mushroom-thoughts]

For the ask game: musty wail.

The war in particular being the skeleton war of course.

¡ ¡n†erac† w¡th skele†on war s†¡ll! ¡ jus† haven'† had many foes la†ely, I †h¡nk †he w¡zards and skele†ons abandoned †he war!

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Capcom Fighting Collection trading cards on Steam

[videogamequeens]

LAVIA AKA LUAN (JAPANESE VERSION)

Lavia is a harpy with the tail of a peacock. A harpy in Greek mythology is a half-human and half-bird personification of storm winds.

Their name means "snatchers" or "swift robbers" and they are known for stealing food from their victims while they are eating. Whenever a person suddenly disappeared from the Earth, it was said that he had been carried off by the harpies.

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Mai-Ling fanart by gogo80000v.

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Red Earth

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War-Zard (aka Red Earth) art from the Gallery section of Capcom Fighting Collection (PC/Steam)

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"Ruins" [Day to night animation] - Red Earth

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HEYAAAAAAAA

English version thnks to @cup-of-wine-glass-of-tea love u uwu

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The Unparalleled Emperor.

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Caption:

[You heard of Sappho of Lesbos, now get ready for what one historian called the Sappho of Spain. Umayyad princess and poetry battle champion, Wallada bint al-Mustakfi. A woman who lived her life by absolutely no one's rules other than her own. Born around the turn of the second millennium CE in the Caliphate of Córdoba, her adolescence was full mostly of war and strife which resulted in her eventually inheriting large amounts of money and political influence.

She used this to establish a huge palace and literary salon where she regularly invited women of all classes, from noble to enslaved to be taught poetry and let's just say the romantic arts. She became the prototype for courtly refinement, or al-zard, in Andalusian women. And that included winning poetry competitions usually reserved just for men but she would walk right on the floor, often with her hair uncovered, and wipe the floor with them.

She famously had two of her own verses embroidered in gold along the lapel of one of her coats. The first one read "by God I am fit for greatness and will stride along with great pride". And the other read "I allow my lover to reach my cheek and allow a kiss to him who craves it". She was notorious not just for leaving her hair uncovered but for dressing very evocatively, more in the style of Baghdad compared to the more conservative Córdoban fashion at the time.

She had a lot of detractors for this but one of her big defenders was Imam Ibn Hazam al-Andalusi. Which means if you don't like her lifestyle you have to go through him first. Wallada had three primary lovers, one woman and two men. She is most notoriously remembered for her tempestuous love affair with one of the great poets of this era, Ibn Zaydun. When Ibn Zaydun saw Wallada owning her opponents with sick metered rhymes, he fell instantly in love.

The two soon started exchanging love poetry but unfortunately their affair was never meant to be, for they were from rival clans. Their falling out is the stuff of many a romanticization. Suffice to say, it was a combination of political machination and the fact that she was jealous of that he kept on sleeping with other men.

Wallada never married but she eventually moved in with Ibn Zaydun's greatest rival, Ibn Abdús, who then proceeded to confiscate all of Ibn Zaydun's wealth and properties and exile him. Leaving the poet to rite nothing but homesick, lovesick poetry for the rest of his days. And Wallada even outlived Ibn Abdús, who stayed by her side for the rest of his days, despite them never being married. She died March 26, 1091 the same day the Almoravids invaded Córdoba.

Epilogue, a surreal thing happened while I was making this post. A lot of the research came from Professor Sahar Amer, who I was planning on shouting out and then I saw her last name. And the cover of one of her books and it looked familiar. It turns out I was planning on highlighting the literal sister of Ghada Amer, the Arab artist I highlighted at the end of the previous post in this series. What did they feed these women growing up, super wheaties? Follow for more women in SWANA heritage month.]