Luz Shouldve Been Dressed By A POC (Person Of Color Or Luz Batista To Show Better Cultural & POC Reprensation)
Hello Tumblers, This is kyoko cane of daystar voyage, as a proud black person who’s genderqueer who makes content creations On Pop culture such as Cosplay & drag, I do talk on Animation & Family Entertainment So glad to get this topic cause what we see on tv can be put into reality, Now (Disclaimer)
I will not accept hate on the daystar voyage anyone who can’t handle different opinions, ship whatever (unless legal) if not walk out or off this spaceship into a asteroid belt and black hole
Don’t hate appreciate.
One more thing I do love my girl Luz pilot outfits, there goals however wish they had time to put patterns into her clothes often, like I said in my hootview
However the female cast had a better closet then her, and I did discuss that in my video, for some time they did make her dress in a shonen archetype, (which I made a post about her hair) or an spicy Latina Which of of course personality wise too, (cause she’s made to be the gender non confirming character) but excuse all that cause in a way, the staff shoulda hired someone whos Either Afro, African American Or Latin to dress this girl.
Oh boy now that im done rewatching The Owl House there’s so much in store soon anyway,
I do feel its time to start this short post, I have a fashion hootview which is the intermission so there’s still a lot to come meantime, finished my rewatch of The Owl House as an animation lover,
Lets discuss this topic at hand,
2020s animators need to take notes on costuming & style tips to make characters stand out in environments and to treat there characters better in fashion or color coordination,
yes you can have a color coded character and not rely of a main palette to be able to bring out there features & complexion,
Animators need to take notes, how to properly show kids & there audience that good clothing could be put onto a character of any occasion & not have to rely on sexuality or Stereotype (Disney Programs have a hit or miss on certain shows.)
while proper fashion can do justice, that goes into making a franchise and making a product to sell for marketability in retail & consumers.
if the character or product can be sold with a great design if executed flawless by character, design, costuming, and the app that comes within the series,
This goes to the fandom cause there might be future artistsor small indie creators reading this who probably never read, or look up fashion brands, magazines either hot couture or brand clothing and don’t have that knowledge But that shouldn’t stop you from being able to experiment with different color palettes on what goes into your art.
The fandom needs a wake up call that not only is everything’s perfect and people have the right to critic and criticize a show or any form of art.
cause fandoms today has a self righteous way of bullying others of different opinions and ostracizing others and ithas to stop,
Here’s a quick tv trope in color-coded characters, & a Toonsmag article on fashion in animation.
Marketability is a important factor, industries rely on that to make the money off of that series, be a cartoons or projects,
it impacts the character and representation that kids see when they purchase said item and teaching kids, see good representation within media can matter if done right.
Especially POCs if executed well however
DONW BELOW in some cases miraculous ladybug fumbles it hard, at one point had all the poc of color (EXAMPLE limited to alya and nino if not max be lighter tones on there merch.)
You know lighting character's skin tones like Alya and other brown or dark skin characters, on their products & merch (bad ethnic representation award goes to them).
Not to mention the whole Vas underpaid controversy, that’s been discussed countless times.
(still disappointed about there business decisions)
I appreciate the love of anyone who can view and read this article if you gotten this far,
thanks for reading make sure to check my Tumblr and YouTube vlog cause so much of this particular series I’m gonna debunk
The show had a-lot going for it however feel flat including in the fashion department along miraculous ladybug that’s another thing to be discuss OH BOY so anyway
here’s an example of the video game art of Guilty Gear showing great costume progress years later
always educate yourself cause I do want my platform to show variety on what I offer creatively and semi-education-wise to be able to let people be inspired and that you don't need to follow trends, thank you very much seeya on the next space voyage.
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They Should Have Never Given You the Word “Queerbait”
It’s been 5 years and I’m still thinking about this, so now I am going to vent a bit. I hate when there is a Black female protagonist who is queer coded and seemingly in a slow burn setting, and the viewers flag it as queerbait and disengage.
I feel like I have seen so many shows where people can take a character who is never even suggestively queer and nit pick even the smallest glimmers to validate reading them as such and they will be able to ship and create and support all of the ways this is a queer character and trust the writers to possibly give more.
But, when there are Black women in these areas, it falls down as soon as they aren’t given overt displays of wlw actions. I said its been 5 years, because I’m specifically thinking about Kiss Me First, but I also want to hit on Crazyhead, while I’m here because I feel like it got paid the same treatment in this regard. And both of those shows had such good writing, and as a Black queer woman WITH mental illness, both of these characters spoke to me and seeing them have potential for love stories for wlw stories was so rewarding, only to see the journey get bashed and the shows get cancelled.
So. Let me talk a minute. Starting with Kiss Me First. If you haven’t already watched it, you probably aren’t going to, so I’m not sparing potential “spoilers,” as I’ve said, its been 5 years.
Kiss Me First centers around this dynamic of an orphan, Leila, who recently lost her mom and is getting attached to a woman, Tess, that she met in this computer universe, who she also has befriended irl. Leila and Tess start off with some mystery, as you can’t tell what Tess’ intentions are for this woman, but you see very early on that Leila doesn’t necessarily trust people that are in Tess’ life. When Leila realizes that the person who Tess seems to care about the most is a dangerous and manipulative person, she does everything that she can to protect her.
The criticisms of the show were that people were “queerbaited” with the relationship between them because of the romantic and sexual relationships that these characters had with men and not with each other...
This is what is frustrating to me: So much of this series is realistic, INCLUDING the story arcs where these women are in relationships with men that don’t really serve them best. Real life queer people frequently have relationships with partners that they don’t really belong with before finding the love that they had been seeking. But, the moment it happens in media, especially with a Black woman, it is unbearable for audiences. They gotta see her eating box, or it ain’t real.
And it’s aggravating, because there is this fairy tale happening in which Leila literally is on a quest to save Tess. She knows that this guy is dangerous and her entire goal becomes making sure she rescues Tess from him. He lifts Tess on a pedestal and makes her feel like she is the most important person, but he is actually an abuser and preying upon this group that idolizes him, so Leila spends episodes working to get Tess out of his grasp.
In the end, they aren’t IN a queer relationship, but she has absolutely freed Tess and Tess is helping her to escape being framed by the enemy. They are “friends,” but if you have a queer eye, and are not racist, you’d be able to see that this is and was the entire time a fucking love story between these two women! If anything, they tossed in some dudes for the straights to pay attention. I’m livid every time somebody suggests that Kiss Me First is queerbait. To you, but not my Black, gay, bipolar ass. I loved it. I wanted to see them flourish. I wanted to be given the payoff, yes. But, I loved being able to see a beautiful love story between two fucked up people who were side by side at the end.
This happened in Crazyhead, as well.
Raquel is a target for an apocalypse and do you know how Amy saved her and the world? By telling her she loved her and giving her a kiss that brought her back from the brink of destruction...
Now... I will admit, the writers did a “no homo” type thing at the end... but the homo in me seen the homo in thee, so I wasn’t bothered by that.
I just think that it is an unfair measurement, to expect everything to be served up for you in order to support representation, and not being able to detect subtext or to envision the potential coding shows a huge amount of privilege. I adore the fact that so much queer content as of late gets spoonfed to you, but I also enjoy a slow burn, and it’s not right that Black queer women rarely get one because you give up if there’s not an automatic tonguing and huge declarations. And in the cases of these two shows, there were very clear expressions of love and several moments of intimacy, but I guess they needed to trib for true love.
Anyways, I love Kiss Me First and Crazyhead, and I consider them representation FOR ME.
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My Future
Derek Hale x OC
Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.
Chapter 51: Shadow Woman
After learning about Sam's history, Derek felt as if he understood her a bit better. He lightly dragged his thumb down her cheek as he frowned softly.
“I'm just glad you didn't die on us. I don't know what I would've done.”
He understood why she was the way she was.
“You're not alone, Derek.”
He understood why she and the boys were so close. Why she stayed with her mother. Why she acted the way she acted toward the others that they've come across.
“You haven’t given up trying to push me away, yet? It doesn’t get old?”
It made sense now.
“I'm not leaving you. I won't leave you.”
He was so curious about her and why she felt the need to be so persistent in helping him and Scott to begin with.
“I'm not gonna let you go out there if it means you're gonna die and I won't be able to do anything about it.”
It wasn't just because she cared… she was afraid. She was afraid of being alone.
“I don't wanna do that without you.”
He sighed softly, laying back against her pillows, and closed his eyes. With her brother and father missing, it messed her up. The abandonment dug a hole in her being and her friends only filled it so much.
This entire time… Derek was worried about himself. Thinking about himself and how he was the bane of everyone's pain but now he knew he wasn't just that. This wasn't his fault yet he felt like it was.
He wasn't here to protect her either.
Despite all that she's been through, she was still caring and not as cold as he expected her to be after hearing what happened.
In the beginning, he was just a stranger to her. The boys were right to have their suspicions and guards up around him, but she wasn't like them…
She could've been hostile toward him, but she wasn't. She was definitely crazy brave for standing up to him and Peter, regardless of their supernatural status. But she welcomed them all the same.
He frowned at another thought that plagued his mind. She could've been just like the Argents.
However, she was the opposite. She wasn't as threatening when she found out who bit Scott. Hell, she was on the Hales' side the entire time.
She could've hated him. He anticipated it. He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to gather betas for revenge. So was Peter. And he did.
But he lost his betas. His alpha spark and this girl, this once human girl, stayed by his side.
She made him think of Paige. Maybe… maybe this was his new chance. A chance to do better. To do right. To make sure he didn't relive a repeat.
He was… scared when Sam had gotten bit.
He hid it well, but he was terrified. Terrified that he'd let another innocent girl die because of his mistakes.
She could've lost her life and she didn't blame him for getting bit. She made it seem like it was a normal occurrence when she told her mother.
He thanked his lucky stars. That was, if he had any.
Even laying next to her, he felt lucky. The dim moonlight that peeked through her curtains, he saw how her usually plump cheeks were less swollen from crying so hard.
Her eyes were still a little puffy, but it didn't bother him much. She slept peacefully. At least he hoped.
This wasn't something he expected to come home to. Another family reunion? One that wasn't mysteriously his?
He wondered about her father and brother. Was the trip even worth it? Was it worth tearing her apart so emotionally?
Did they really miss her?
Derek lifted a hand to hover his fingertips over her cheek. He glanced at the small faded scar over her eyelid. He felt guilty that it hadn't healed completely before she got bit.
She'd probably tell him that it wasn't his fault. She was always like that. He kinda wished she'd just yell at him, tell him to get lost, to never see her or her friends again.
Maybe it'd hurt less if she had. He can't imagine why anyone would hurt her so bad even as a kid. She sounded so sweet and kind hearted from what Stiles had described.
It made him wish he'd met her earlier. Before the fire. Before Kate.
His thoughts paused as he heard a soft groan come from her and watched as she woke up. Her eyes slowly opened and met his, a relieved expression washed over her face.
"Hi.", she whispered softly. A small smile lifted his lips. "Hi.", he responded. "How're you feeling?"
She let out a muffled noise and rubbed her face on her pillow. "Still kinda tired, but I'm okay. You okay?"
He let out a snort. Worried about him as always… "Yeah. I'm okay."
He watched as she lifted a hand, the tips of her fingers pressed against his scruffy cheek. "You're really here…", she muttered.
He nodded. "I'm back."
She dropped her hand with a small huff and a smile. Derek returned her smile and brought her into his hold. "I missed you.", he muttered in her hair. She nuzzled into his chest. "I really missed you."
He laid a kiss on top of her forehead and looked down at her. "How come you were sick?", he asked softly.
She looked up at him, a questioning look on her face. "When I came home, I smelled you all over my couch. I smelled your pain. You were sick. Why?", he responded.
"I got drugged and kidnapped.", she muttered, looking down. Derek's face hardened. What the hell happened while he was gone?
"By who?", he asked. "A guy me, Stiles and Scott knew when we were younger.", she responded. She told him everything that happened from meeting Theo to him being dragged to hell by his dead sister.
Good riddance, Derek thought. The boy was power hungry and it didn't set Derek in a good way. Even going as far to get everyone to hate Stiles and getting Liam to kill Scott. It was too much.
He wanted to ask her so many other questions. How much had he missed out on since he left?
There was one thing that also bothered him. While he went to visit Cora, the sky suddenly changed one night. It tripped him out so much, he thought he hadn't even slept yet.
"Did a weird thing happen here? Like a sudden change in the sky?", he asked. Sam felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she shrunk under her covers. That was one detail she left out of her explanation.
So her powers did reach around the world…
She hadn't meant to do that. It was an accident.
Derek looked at her in confusion. "What? What happened?", he asked quietly.
She looked up at him. "I did it…" He raised a thick eyebrow in question. "Did what?", he asked. She grumbled in embarrassment. "I changed the sky. It wasn't my fault. I had this stupid hallucination. When Stiles snapped me out of it, the next thing I know, it's night outside."
She waited for him to laugh. To let out a teasing chuckle. To tell her she was being a big baby and that it was reckless of her to do that.
He did neither of those things, to her surprise. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her, his thumb rubbing at her back. "You wanna tell me what the hallucination was about?", he asked softly.
He didn't wanna pressure her, considering the last hallucination almost made her drown herself out of guilt. He couldn't imagine what this one was like.
She frowned softly and told him what she saw. In the end, Derek was jumbled with emotions. They were bouncing everywhere. He was worried, relieved, pissed and pleased all at the same time.
He was relieved she couldn't sense chemosignals.
"I don't know. I know that house meant a lot to you, but it brings me comfort too. I don't know why. I used to get relieved when I saw it. Now the loft holds that relief for me too.", she says. He looked down at her, but she didn't meet his eyes.
Her safe place was where he resided…
He wondered if the boys had figured that out already. Maybe Peter did. It was no wonder why they smelled her all over the couch.
It was a faint smell, but potent nonetheless. If her comfort wasn't something she could explain, he wouldn't question it anymore.
She sighed and sat up. "What's wrong?", he asked.
She looked at him. "We gotta figure out who's been kidnapping people for youth.", she said.
He sat up on his elbows. "You actually wanna help them?", he asks, referring to the two that came with the info.
She frowned. "I'm not helping them. I'm helping the people who are in danger.", she corrected. "Even if it meant you had to work with them?", he asked.
She paused. Would she have to work with them? It'd be awkward and annoying. If she could avoid it, it'd be great.
She sighed through her nose. "If it can't be helped…"
She lifted herself out of the bed, floating softly on the carpet floor as she stretched. Derek watched in surprise, fully sitting up now. He really missed out on a lot.
"You can fly now?", he muttered. She turned to him. "What, jealous?", she asked, teasingly.
He scoffed with a smile as she went to freshen up. When she disappeared in her bathroom, he turned on a lamp and laid back down on her bed, looking around her room.
It seemed bigger than the last time he came. There were things that he hadn't noticed. He knew about her little bookshelf that she had acquired before he left. Her desk was neater and she ended up getting a new alarm clock.
She had a slightly bigger TV sat on an entertainment center that stood next to her bedroom door.
Looks like that spot's taken if he ever were to come back by himself. But he didn't think he'd need to sneak in the house anymore now. But, it was a force of habit.
The entertainment center was neatly occupied by DVD cases, PlayStation controllers, the console and games.
Why hadn't he noticed all of this before…?
Maybe because they were constantly running around trying to stay alive from any possible threat that harmed their lives…
Had he been doing a good job teaching her to stay alive…?
He'd like to think so, considering she was still alive.
"Your thoughts are loud.", he hears and looks over at Sam who emerged from the bathroom dressed more comfortably.
He lets out a chuckle. She smiled and walked over to him.
"What else have you learned about your new powers?", Derek asked. She hummed and used her shadow to make her float and sat on top of the black blob that floated below her.
"Well, now that I know I can change the day to night, I have to work on that before I unintentionally do that again and cause a worldwide situation.", she said.
She frowned in thought. There was a new thing she tried, but it was worth a shot. She reached for his head and plucked a strand, making him reel back, and place a hand on his head in reaction. "The hell was that for?", he fussed, scratching at his slightly sore scalp.
She floated to her carpet floor, creating a glowing resin that she had done before and placed the strand of dark hair in the middle.
It was a harmless thing, of course. She knew that, but it was still shocking to him.
He watched as the small, illuminated crescent moon appeared on her forehead and looked at his hand that seemed to glow as well.
He lifted his hand and saw a similar illuminated moon on the corner of his wrist, inspecting it as it faded.
He looked at Sam as she looked at him with a sheepish smile. "I kinda made a link to you. It'll let me know if something's wrong with you.", she explained. He understood now.
It was creative. Smart.
He smiled. "Thanks for that.", he said. Her eyes nearly sparkled at his smile. It always brought butterflies in her stomach, but brought her relief that he was still able to even after everything that happened.
She smiled.
The next day, the pack met up at Scott's house, discussing what they should do about the kidnapped.
"Where should we even look first?", Lydia asked.
"They said there were people running away from Beacon Hills, but they weren't far. So that just means that whoever's doing the kidnapping is still here.", Stiles said.
Scott turned to Sam. "Why don't we ask your grandma?", he asked. Sam looked at him in confusion. "Why my grandma?"
They looked at her, confused as well. "You… don't know?", Liam asked. She looked at him then looked at her packmates. "Know what?"
Stiles frowned. "Your mom told us your grandma pretty much knows every single supernatural thing in Beacon Hills. Including the Argents."
Sam frowned deeply, and glanced at Derek who looked at her with an expression that gave the confirmation.
The truth dropped into her stomach with a nauseating wave. Her eyes weakly blinked. "I feel sick.", she muttered.
"It's not your fault.", Derek quickly reassured.
Sam rubbed at her temples as she sat down. She knew her mom went to her grandma for help as far as protection spells, but…
It made sense that she knew about the supernatural things in Beacon Hills, but…
Why hadn't she gone to her for help before?
Sam let out a sigh, dragging a hand down her face. "Fine. We'll go to her to see what she knows."
They couldn't go to the store since it was closed on certain days so Sam drove the girls and led the boys to her grandma's house.
She stared at the house with a frown. It brought back memories that bothered her a bit. Shaking it off, she got out of her car and walked up to the porch, knocking on the door.
The pack stood behind her and waited.
Three more knocks and they could hear the old rickety door opening. To the pack's surprise, they saw an older woman that was shorter than Sam despite having some of her features.
She didn't have grey hair, rather dark hair with white streaks. Her eyes seemed approachable whilst she wore a smile that could warm anyone's heart.
It definitely warmed Sam's. She smiled and gave her grandma a hug. "Hi, granny.", she softly greeted.
The older woman greeted her back with a hug and scolded the girl. "You should've told me you were bringing company. Y'all come on in."
The pack looked at Sam for confirmation and the girl only smiled, nodding her head towards the door as she walked through.
As she looked around, she felt a sense of familiarity. She hadn't exactly been to the house in years. Seeing her at the shop was enough and she wasn't always exactly invited. Especially not recently with everything going on.
Sam was trying to avoid giving her grandmother any type of hints that she was now involved with supernatural mysteries and fights.
Now, she had no choice but to tell her. "So, why the visit?", she hears her grandma ask.
Sam turns to her, "We came here to see what you knew about the recent supernatural issues that's been happening. Something about someone kidnapping people to make themselves younger."
The older woman's face turned into a frown as she looked at her granddaughter's friends. Taking one good look at them, she pointed at each. "Werewolves," She said pointing at Liam, Scott and Derek. She pointed at Malia. "Coyote."
She looked at Kira and huffed. "Kitsune." She pointed at Lydia, "Banshee." She looked at Stiles. "You were possessed…"
Stiles looked down, scratching behind his neck. Anita turned to her granddaughter. "How long have you known?"
"About the supernatural or the recent issue?", Sam asked.
"Both, while we're at it.", Anita responded, crossing her arms. Sam sighed and glanced at her pack before looking back at her grandma.
"For a while now.", Sam responded. It wasn't completely a lie, and it was an avoidance. Anita sighed, rubbing her temple.
"I know a lot of what's here in Beacon Hills. I know what's what and weaknesses and strengths. But what you're looking for will be hard to find.", Anita determined.
Sam frowned as her grandmother walked into a hall that was lined up with bookshelves. She pulled a book out of the bookshelf in front of her.
She opened it, and walked back to Sam. "The thing you're looking for is normally called a shadow person.”, she says, handing the book over to Sam. “They drain people of their energies and life force in their sleep. But if what you're looking for is a woman, then that would be a shadow woman, of course.”
Sam looked at the description in the book then paused as she looked up at her grandma. "How'd you know it was a woman?"
Anita scoffed, "The shadow man doesn't drain people to make himself younger. More powerful, maybe, but definitely not younger. A shadow woman may be trying to make herself more physical, hence draining people out of their youth to make her look young."
Sam closed the book. "If it's just a woman, that'll be easy.", she determined, walking past her.
Anita stopped her. "Hold your horses. Why are you so confident?"
Sam turned to her, an eyebrow raised. "You don't know?", Scott asked.
Anita looked confused. What had her granddaughter not told her?
"I thought you knew every supernatural thing that happens in Beacon Hills?", Malia asked. Anita frowned. "I know of every supernatural thing in Beacon Hills. Not what happens in Beacon Hills.", she corrected and turned to her granddaughter.
"Mom's leaving you out of the loop, too, huh?", Sam said and sighed. "I can control shadows and apparently the night as well.", she confessed.
Anita was more than surprised, she was intrigued and almost seemed expectant.
"Your mom had you do some studying too, hm?", Anita asked. Sam frowned a bit, but agreed nonetheless.
If she didn't know about everything that's happened, she doesn't need to now. Sam felt no need to explain more.
"Who's been protecting you?", Anita asked. "Who's your entities?"
"Nyx and Hecate. Sometimes Eris.", Sam confessed, shocking Anita a bit.
Sam sighed. "I've done all my research and if that's all then thanks for the book, granny. I'll see you later.", she said, smiling and pushing her friends out of the door.
Anita followed and watched from the porch as the pack piled into their cars and pulled out from her driveway.
She has the power to manipulate shadows to her will and has the power of the moon…
Anita smirked.
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