Ah, I hope that maybe more history will be uncovered in the future. The Taino were pretty badly assimilated though, the ones that didn’t die, so much of its lost right ):? Maybe the pieces people make up are from people trying to reconnect to these missing stories in their past and ancestry. It does sound frustrating not to be able to know about your own heritage. Def feel for you tho.
Thank you, and yeah it's lost because of the culture being drowned out. Though I do understand making things up to try to fill in the gaps in our history, it doesn't really work. It's like trying to fill the hole where your heart should be with paper maiche. It's a worthy attempt, but it fixes nothing.
That being said, it's part of the reason i'm so passionate about people knowing their cultures, and when my characters don't, i write it as a relevant part of their stories. Kattar's story in relation to his heritage specifically is going to become a central part of the plot.
I actually started a thread about writing characters of your own culture, but the aspect of lost culture is something i forgot to mention lol, it's a big factor in your existence, but not one i've written from the Latin American perspective
Understandable, that sucks ): There is a lot of my culture still preserved, but Colonialism just destroyed so much (more like world wide YIKES). I feel lucky that I grew up around part of my culture, I know not every one gets that privilege. I write characters from a lot of different heritages, but I do think I have alot of Mexican characters or characters coded Mexican when it’s fantasy lol. You make interesting threads tho! I don’t always comment on them but they seem to spark good conversation
thank you, i try to come up with interesting ideas.
And yeah, including different cultures into fantasy is a win, there doesn't feel like enough of them atm. Part of the reason the female lead of my fairy tale themed/inspired comic is a black woman. it's has been so important to me that she stay that way through the whole process of creating the comic
As of yet, i have few Dominican characters, (and the one i have in Damsel in the Red Dress is kind of a villain lol) but I intend to write more, and I also write a lot of African Americans (my mom's side) so I hope i'm representing well (fingers crossed) and every character in my short story is Dominican, so i hope i'm doing us justice.
Kinda hard to see in this shot, but Zayzann has custom-tailored Earth clothing, courtesy of his human roommate, Iris. He's often wearing one of two black V-neck shirts, and a fitted pair of khaki pants that extend down past the "knees" on his bird-like legs. Iris purchases or repurposes very large clothing, then tailors it with slits in the back to accommodate his wings and tail.
Oooh! here's a teaser for next weeks episode, because Alicia's new agent is quite the quaintrelle (or is just too tall to find many dresses and skirts that are still appropriate for work, it could go either well.)
A Christmas green three piece suit with matching tie and heels, and crisp, immaculately clean White button up.
I catch sight of Ms. Howard as I do, neatly attired in a Christmas-green three-piece suit, matching tie, and high heels. Her dark mass of hair stands around her head like an immaculate explosion, barely even seeming to sway as she walks, like it’s crafted from plastic. I immediately feel underdressed.
Does The Foundation just have ties with some pastel formal wear manufacturer?
I rise quickly to greet her, holding out my less sweaty hand and forcing my nerves to hold it steady as I breathe out an overly chipper “Good Morning.”
She doesn’t seem to notice me at all, cleaning her glasses with a white handkerchief and taking the chair on the other side of the desk.
Ahh, the outfit Kattar put together for this date. Courtesy of ending up with a hole in his sweater because he had trouble reaching it from his wheelchair
It was a black sweater and blue leather jacket x black jeans and black vans
“...Y entonces? El restaurante - permisito - un momento-”
I try for the tenth time to snag the hanger, but it’s just a fraction of an inch out of reach from where I’m sitting.
“‘Sta bien, sta bien,” Utkarsh laughs from his end of the line. “If your girlfriend is calling you can hang up on me.”
“No. it’s this-” I pause for a minute trying to keep the frustration, irritation, agitation melange from sounding in my voice.
I don’t have time for this…
It’s just one of those days when ‘frustration’ starts to mutate into that thickness in my throat.
“I can’t reach one of my sweaters,” I mumble furiously.
“Try using some salad tongs,” he offers.
If almost literally anyone else had suggested that I probably would have burned a hole through their ears with some choice language. But I know he’s not joking in the least, so I resist the urge to throw something.
“That’s a good idea.” It takes me 20 seconds to be able to say it outloud. “Give me a minute.”