Give me the archetypes wrong. Give me a story where they don’t become the standard, don’t become the norm.
Give me a water character who isn’t elegant or refined or highly educated in any way, all jagged edges like ice.
Give me a fire character who isn’t full of rage or playful, but the elegant lazy one instead. Taming and smoothing flames like sleepy serpents.
Give me an air character who isn’t a regal pacifist in any sense, rage like a tornado till the breath passes. A constant flip flop of their own coin, their breezes controlling the coin at will, manipulative.
Give me an earth character who isn’t hardy and solid. Give me a weak earth character whose only virtue is that they cling to their beliefs as though their feet were roots in the most solid soil, giving way like a landslide all around them as they cannot make up their minds.
I like to think that the chaos would be refreshing. I want to work on a project like that.. :chinhands: If anyone ever gets inspired by that, hit me up. I’d adore being involved.
No aspiring author should content himself with a mere acquisition of technical rules. … All attempts at gaining literary polish must begin with judicious reading, and the learner must never cease to hold this phase uppermost. In many cases, the usage of good authors will be found a more effective guide than any amount of precept. A page of Addison or of Irving will teach more of style than a whole manual of rules, whilst a story of Poe’s will impress upon the mind a more vivid notion of powerful and correct description and narration than will ten dry chapters of a bulky textbook.
H. P. Lovecraft
next time someone tells you Muslim countries oppress women, let them know Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers and 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female but the US has yet to even have a female vice president and can’t say “vagina” when discussing female reproductive rights
I remember thinking this page was so frigging pretty
but looking back (I’m rereading this comic for maybe the 6th or 7th time eesh) this is basically the last time Max will ever see his world look normal ever again
like the next page he’s looking at his phone and then falls on Johnny’s face and all and then he starts seeing the shades
like this page is pretty impacting once you’ve read the story. It’s just a really nice establishing point for the town before all the craziness, and it really makes sense for it to be a quiet moment considering everything that’s going to happen. It’s such a good contrast i dunno it just kinda hits you weird when you reread the story and know that nothing is going to be quite that quiet for him again
And then at the end of the chapter!!! Look at the art progression over the course of a single chapter!!!