#black fanartists

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tumblr tuesday: Black fanartists on Tumblr

Hello, it is a Tuesday. Today, we're celebrating Black fanartists celebrating beloved characters on Tumblr. So here, have some beautiful renderings and Black and POC re-castings of characters you love, by talented Black creators. They were simply too good not to share.

@m0sstrx:

@cosmicarcanist:

@oliveoilcorp:

@antluvspath:

@acixsm:

@fifarts:

@n3oncyan:

[doctorcanon]

Creatures of the earth, of space, sea and land. I'm Exuma, the Obeah Man.

This version of Ocarina of Time Link was inspired by @phoenix-arts7's @houseofheroesau because he's just...SO PRETTY.

I think I've gotten to the root of why I'm so obsessed with Zelda characters dancing. My grandma lived with us off and on from about 97 to 2001. She'd watch us play video games - particularly Ocarina of Time - and tell us stories. One story in particular I loved about the Obeah Man danced around her village until his feet bled.

Now my Grandmother wasn't Jamaican, or raised in a village and I'm pretty sure she was actually telling an Anansi Story she only partially remembered and it changed almost every time except one part: The Obeah Man danced outside of the village for days because he wanted to protect the village and everytime you see some moving in the corner of your eye, it's him keeping you and your family safe.

Bloodless and Negative Space versions under the cut.

[babyboiboyega]

Gekko Headcanons #1 : The Cookout

Pairing: Mateo De la Fuente/Gekko x Black!Gn!reader Headcanon: Taking Mateo to a family cookout would include... Content: fluff, profanity Word Count: 2.6k Author's Note: its been toooo long since I've written something, and of course my newest hyperfixation is the thing that gets me to write again LMAO gotta love it y'know? I am very new to the world of Valorant and this character, so please...if any of this seems ooc, kindly let me know. I'm still learning about him, I'm still feeling him out, but I just enjoy the character so much already. I also enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! <3 Tag list: @liyaawrites (aka, the person responsible for this obsession!!)

I wanna start off by saying that the second you mention taking Mateo to meet your family, the boy is geeked out of his mind. Maybe it's in passing during a conversation, or maybe you consciously bring up the topic once you feel it's the right time; either way, it’s met with wide, brown eyes that sparkle in excitement, and thick lips that part on an immediate agreement. Not only does an agreement follow, but he also immediately starts to ask what he should bring. What kind of get-together is it? Does he need to know anything beforehand? How does he need to dress, because he’ll be damned if he shows up underdressed when meeting the family of the person he loves. He only stops worrying when you tell him exactly what the function is – a cookout – and what he’s expected to bring – some dish that your mom/grandmother/auntie or other family member is requesting. And once those questions are answered, he goes straight to worrying about making sure it’s up to their standards. You have no idea why, but your family gives you and him the job of bringing the macaroni (and not any store-bought macaroni- they’ll know the difference). When he learns that it has to be homemade and that its a staple in the entire cookout, he instantly looks up recipes while thinking back to the ones his ma or abuela would use, wanting to put his own spin on it while also wanting to make a good first impression. It gets to the point where you find him up late one night, his phone’s screen illuminating his features from where he lays beside you. He’d turn his phone to you sheepishly, apologizing for the bright light and displaying a page called “how not to make macaroni and cheese” or something along those lines with a sheepish smile.

“Think they’ll like this one?” “Teo…baby…it’s 3 am.” “...you’re right, I should look for another one-”

The days leading up to the cookout are spent with him constantly going on about how excited he is to meet your family – specifically the cousins you’re the closest to and have mentioned before. In response, you warn him that your family can be…a bit much, specifically when someone brings their partner around. They have a tendency to ask too many questions, get a little too comfortable joking around, and are just all around loud and obnoxious sometimes…and he’d only reassure you with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow that not only is his family the same, but he’s so used to being around large families as his used to have get togethers all the time. He’s dealt with it before, and it'd be worth it to deal with it again if it meant he got to meet your folks. Despite the sentiments, you still warn him – especially of that aunt who always likes to make smart-ass comments and loves calling others out despite having her own problems in her life, to which he lets you know that he’s dealt with one of those and he’ll make sure that y’all are far away from that aunt at all times. He would offer to keep you dancing all night just so you had an excuse to not talk to that person, which would only lead to a conversation involving line dances. 

Despite Mateo's affinity for the punk/skater aesthetic, I’d like to think that his Hispanic roots have resulted in him having a good sense of rhythm. I also like to think that he listens to a lot of music in his spare time, fostering an appreciation for different genres. With that being said, I think our boy could keep up with the line dances. When you offer to teach him a few just for fun, he’d be excited as hell, his lips curling into a full-blown smile as he’d watch you turn the music on and scroll through the first ‘cookout line dance’ playlist you find. When you find a suitable one and try to teach him, he’d be playful about the entire thing, claiming that he needs you to do it a few times although you know its just so he can see you dance, his eyes lingering heavily on your hips as you do so. And when you finally get him to join you, you realize that he may not have the steps down, but he’s got enough swag and rhythm to keep up and look like he knows what he’s doing, which is enough. 

“One more time, princesa- I promise. I’ll get it this time.” “You’re just looking at my ass, Mateo-” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” (with a shit eating grin on his face)

Now…when it gets to the day of the cookout, you two would be up pretty early, going to get the supplies to make the macaroni before starting on it at home. He’d want to help so badly, but he’d also have no problem getting your input on it – after all, it is your family and you know how they usually like their macaroni. But he’d also insist on doing most of it himself which would result in about a few hours of him moving around the kitchen with a focused look on his face. His focus is only broken by you checking in on him, it instantly changing to a cocky, yet playful, smirk as he would nod to the pan that’s in the oven. 

“How’s it goin, baby?” “Look at that masterpiece and tell me how it’s goin, mi carino. You see that golden brown on the top, you smell that delicious, scrumptious, decadent-” “Aaaalright, that’s enough-”

You know I have to mention the process of picking out outfits. I absolutely believe that Mateo would not only be down for, but would love being one of those couples that wears complimenting outfits. Not matching completely, but maybe having one article of clothing that’s the same color or maybe even wearing the same accessories. You two have too much personality and style to limit yourselves to wearing the exact same thing when going out, so he would love to wear complimenting outfits. He’d always make sure to pick colors that you enjoy wearing despite thinking that you look beautiful in every color. 

“What about green?” “Oh…well…you know I don’t exactly look the best in green, baby.” “I wholeheartedly disagree, but we can look for something else, mi amor. No problem-”

I think that he’d be so invested in making sure y’all look good that he’d kind of forget about the macaroni that's in the oven. You can’t even blame him, because you’d be able to see the excitement radiating off of him as he gets ready, so you’d just gently, but amusedly, remind him. 

“Teo.” “Yeah?” “Your macaroni-” “Mierda- my macaroni-!”

His attention would instantly switch to the macaroni, so much so that he’d still be standing in the kitchen, his eyes on the oven when you walk in fully dressed with Wingman trailing behind you, Mateo’s shirt in his beak as he chirps and trills. You wouldn’t be able to understand him, but you don’t really have to to understand the comedic radivore’s noises. You’d only be able to nod and agree with the little guy as you both watch Mateo hurriedly throw on his shirt before taking out the macaroni. 

Now…lets get to the cookout itself. He’d hear the music and chatter immediately after stepping out of the car and would just look at you with a smile and excited eyes, offering to take the dish with one hand and your hand with the other. You’d be able to see that recognition in his eyes, the myriad of sounds that signify a family fellowship being ever so familiar to him. Homeboy would walk in the door with a wide and inviting smile, greeting people politely while also showing that he can be rather extroverted when he wants to be. Of course, he gets the typical ‘this must be yo lil friend’ from your family members, but he takes it in stride. But while taking it all in stride, he’d also make sure to kiss your cheek, your forehead, hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist– anything to show that the words ‘lil friend’ are just a title your family members have given him, and that the truth is he’s yours. 

He’d show the macaroni to the family member(s) in charge of the food, watching with baited breath as they take the foil off of the top, their eyes looking at the golden-brown cheese on top before looking up at you two with a smile. 

“Oooh, this looks good, Y/N.” “Actually, Mateo made it. I just helped him when he needed it; it was all him.”

He’d absolutely be geeked when they turn to him with an impressed look, their smile widening as they set it on the table with the rest of the food. And if you thought he had a big head when being told that it looked good, it’s nothing compared to when the first family member comes up and tells him that it tasted good. Chile, you’d never hear the end of it…though you don’t want to. It’d be endearing and sweet that he takes so much pride in making something your family enjoys. And when it comes to him actually eating the food prepared, he would not hold his appreciation back. There’d be a lot of ‘who made this’, followed by just as many ‘dios mio’s as he can dish out. The same goes for the dessert portion, especially the homemade pound cakes from your family members. Yeah, he’d have no problem asking for a to-go box; one for food, and one for dessert. 

Throughout the duration of the cookout, he’d find himself constantly in conversation with someone from your family, whether it be because he had been pulled into a conversation, or whether it was because someone approached him with the intent of asking questions. Either way, Mateo would be game for any question asked, usually answering with an air of confidence, friendliness, and humor that made others love him instantly. When asked questions about you two’s relationship, he’d be quick and incredibly willing to answer, his eyes glancing at you adoringly as he does so with a smile on his face. It’d get to a point where you would have to ‘rescue’ him from more questions, citing that you wanted to dance just to get him away from your family member(s). And he’d happily let you pull him away, however, not before promising the uncles gathered around a table that he’d play spades with them the next round. 

At some point in the night, you’d lose him for a few minutes, coming back to his empty seat after fixing a plate of dessert for both of you, and after scouring the yard, hoping that he hasn’t gotten himself into a less than pleasant conversation, you finally find him. Except he isn’t in a conversation- not with an adult, anyway. No, he’s seated in the yard, not too far at all from the kids table, smiling widely as the kids from your family gather around him. Their hands reach for and gently run over his hair, the dyed shapes and colors instantly catching their attention as they speak over each other, asking him questions.

“Why’d you do that to your hair?” “Did it hurt? Why’d you pick spots?” “My mama says people who dye their hair like that don’t want a job.” “Can I do that to my hair?”

You’d only be able to watch in fondness for a few minutes as he struggles to answer their questions, his facial expression showing exactly how much he enjoyed being the center of attention for the kids. It would get to a point where he’d look up at you with an expression that screamed for help despite the smile still on his face, and you wouldn’t hesitate in rescuing him. You’d never seen Mateo around kids before now, but going off of the vibes and interactions you’d see, it’d be easy to come to the conclusion that he’s pretty okay with kids. Because of his chill demeanor, not only is he seen as ‘cool’ to the youngins, but he’s also easy to interact with. It would certainly help that he’s got a little crew of adorable creatures who are intelligent enough to interact carefully with the kids. There’d be peels of laughter and excited chatter as Wingman does a trick when prompted by Mateo. There’d also be a time where Wingman turns to Mateo, chirping quickly and constantly looking back at the kids…and after a short conversation between the two, he’d probably smile, nodding his head towards the kids with a ‘have fun, be careful’. That’d be the only thing Wingman needs to hear before turning and joining the group of kids in their activities, the laughter being a constant noise as long as the creature is interacting with them. 

When it gets to the end of the night and people start filtering out of the yard, he’d check in with you, asking you if you’re tired or if you still want to hang around with a look of understanding for whatever answer you give. It's only when you smile tiredly and sheepishly at him that he’d nod with a smile, telling you that maybe it's time to go. It wouldn’t be long before you two have a bag with your to-go boxes in them, making your rounds with your family members and saying goodnight. He’d leave Wingman to play with the remaining kids until it’d be time to go, waving him over once you two are ready to leave. (You can’t help but feel like you two have your own little family, and the earlier sight of him interacting with the kids certainly adds fuel to that thought). 

The ride home would be spent going over certain conversations and interactions that had happened during the night, showing just how attentive Mateo had been the entire night. You’d also learn of some of the conversations he’d had when you weren’t around…and he’d instantly wave away your apologies for the nature of those conversations, an easygoing and amused smile on his face as he does so.

“Please tell me she did not say that to you- I’m so sorry, love-” “No need to say sorry. It was pretty funny, so its okay, mi cielito. So…you tried to turn the speed all the way up on the treadmill, yeah?” “Yeah, that’s enough of that-”

To put it simply: Mateo would be ecstatic that he not only got to spend an entire day with you and your family, but that he got to see how you interact with your family. It’s truly nothing like seeing the love of your life in their safe space with people they trust. He could’ve sat and watched you speak to cousins, aunties, uncles, whoever else and would’ve been completely satisfied. He’d go to bed thinking about the glow you had on your face as you spoke to family members you’d missed, and how he’d heard and seen you genuinely laugh with cousins when recounting old stories, and how you and your family connected over food, music, and fellowship...and yeah, he’d have to admit to himself in the middle of the night, while holding you close, that he couldn’t wait to have that with you in the future.

A/N: I hope that was fun to read, it was certainly fun to write! Once again, this is my first time writing for this character that I just found out about like...two weeks ago, y'all...be patient with me while I'm learning. BUT I'm gonna really try to write more this summer because I definitely won't have time to in the fall, so keep an eye out!

[jojogerms]

happy birthday to me

[tododeku-or-bust]

Today's day for Kwanzaa is Kuumba, which means "creativity/to create". Therefore, I am asking my mutuals and friends to find time and ways to respect, boost, and support Black fan creatives and friends today! 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

(really i think you should everyday bc we are HERE, we are always contributing creatively, and we matter, but especially today!)

[zu8her]

𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 | ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔬

✧･ﾟ𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 — library sex with college!choso

✧･ﾟ𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 — library because i have a weird fetish ⋆ plot HEAVY ⋆ msub Choso ⋆ chiches are involved ⋆ feral choso ⋆ reader is called mommy ⋆ choso gets called a good boy ⋆ they be fuckin’ ⋆ reader are thick ⋆ msub but slight manhandling ⋆ cum a lot of it

✧･ﾟ𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 — this for my 160 followers thank you :’( ⋆ apologies for not posting consistently ⋆ wanted to try writing like for awhile tell me what you think pls

✧･ﾟ𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 — 2.3 K (porn with plot)

Quiet stares. Long silent lingering stares. That’s how this started. With him on his knees and you pulling him closer to your cunt by his tie.

You met him in the library, first semester. You were taking a book off the rack and you caught a glimpse of him on the other side. Dark hair semi-messily tied, slight bags or eye-shadow under his hooded eyes and a black scar across his nose. As he walked by he saw you in his peripheral. A simple glance. He caught a glimpse of you too. He’s hot. You noted nonchalantly and continued to flip through an old book.

The next day, he was at the library again. You took a seat a table away for him, making a minimal attempt to see what he’s working on, to no avail. He looked up for a moment as you sat down then placed his eyes back on his computer. Later regularly glancing up as you worked or got up to get a book or pick up something that fell off your table, averting his gaze when he unintentionally caught sight of your arse. You two sat for hours, silently doing you work before the librarian had to ask you two to leave because it had gotten late. As you both walked out, you went about your merry way. You to your dorm and him to his apartment near campus.

You returned to the library, as you found it was the best place to study in peace. A working air-con, silence, working wifi, information a walk away and a stranger that does not bother you. Your stranger seemed to agree because he was here again. Although he came later than the last few times. Settling your things down you went back scouring for books. When you returned to your table, he was there. You exchanged a slight nod and did your work. It was a bit awkward as you gave a usual familiar nod which he misinterpreted and gave an informal bow but progress was made.

As weeks went by your interactions became more frequent. Limited to the Library unfortunately but it worked that way. He grew on you. The sort of comfort of knowing someone is always there without fail. Walking into the library after a long lecture or escaping your noisy dorm or just the yearning to see him just brought you to this library of tranquillity, and most importantly, to him. You’d exchange nods. Staring at you till you looked at him and nodded. He would walk past you looking for books. Leaning over if you were in the way of the book he wanted. “Excuse me, can I?” “oh, sorry. Sure.”

Eventually, he greeted you. Verbally. It was another gruelling day. Dealing with insulting comments and bad grades. With a stressing sigh you took your seat and laid on your arms. He wasn’t in his seat but his bag was leaning against his chair. As he walked past you, back to his seat he muttered a “Hi”. It was in a low tone. Certain you did not hear him, you lifted your head in surprise. “Hey,” you muttered back with a soft smile.

The quiet stares became more… intense. You’d steal glances at him, he would do the same but neither of you knew until he caught you staring. The first time you got caught you were so tired at staring at your computer you averted your eyes to him, typing on his computer. With your had cupping your face and leaning against the table you absent-mindedly just stared at him for a few minutes. There was this awkward tension when you made eye contact. You immediately lowered your eyes as your cheeks tingled with embarrassment.

Eventually, you didn’t care. Neither did he because you’d catch him too. As you got up to get a book that happened to be in the aisle he had a clear view of you and when you simply worked.

The closest you got was in the narrow path of an aisle. He’d purposefully reach for a book near you and as he gently moved you aside he’d gently put his hand on your back, you’d feel his fingers graze your shoulder or his warmth at your back. Once, you got close enough to smell him. It was purely by accident of course. You were in a rush to get to your table and took as short-cut through an aisle and bumped into him. He did not smell of strong cologne or anything- just him and the soap he uses, it smelt good. He then politely apologised and went to talk to the librarian. He smelt you too of course, by pure coincidence. You smelt good. On occasion like a certain perfume but his favourite is when you smell like you. Just yourself nothing more. It was weirdly arousing.

There was a day where you finally struck up a conversation. You had just sat down and as he walked past he momentarily slowed when he walked past you and you felt his eyes on you before he sat down. His eyes still lingered for a few moments almost anxiously looking down then up at you. Eventually, he stood up but instead of walking to an aisle or past you he stood before your table. Slowly you looked up at him with a smile which he returned. “Uhm…”

“Yeah?”

“There is-” He pointed at your cloud of hair. You immediately reached up gently feeling through your hair. “Uhh no, there- ah…” He cautiously reached out, as you lowered your hand and sat as still as possible, pulling a cherry blossom from your hair. Barely feeling him do so. You watched his hand as he showed you the cherry blossom. You mouthed a thank you. “You can keep it,” you jokily suggested. With a nod he went back to his seat and placed the flower gently at the corner of the table. The next day, you tried a hand in having a conversation that ended up to be slightly awkward at first but good in the end.

He has brothers and lives with one of them currently. You recommended books he should read. He is a history major. Talked about school. Why you transferred here and a myriad of other stuff. An important piece of information you strategically snuffed out is that he was single. A man with his… godly features, single? Miracles do happen.

There was a day he didn’t come at all. His seat was empty. You arrived at 4pm and he usually comes the same time but he did not show.You kept glancing up at his seat or looking over at the entrance but nothing. You waited, occasionally looking at your watch then at the entrance. From 16:18 to 17:47 to 18:34 to 20:12. Giving up you went to go check out your books. There was no one at the counter and you heard someone working in the back so you rang the little bell. Low and behold your staring stranger walks up to the counter taking off peculiar gloves and greeting you with a smile. On his apron a little badge. ‘Librarian - Choso’.

“Hey,” you greeted back. “You’re the librarian now?”

“Yeah, just night shifts though.”

“Is it because we stay here till late?” You asked. He chuckled. It erupted a burst of arousal. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes travelling to his arms wrapped in a tight black shirt. Jesus.

“Yeah, uhm I didn’t catch your name?”

“y/n, and you are Choso,” you point at his badge. He nods in agreement, scanning your books. “You’re leaving now?”

“Uhm? No,” you lie. “Just wanted to get these checked out before I forget again.”

That night you stayed until he closed at 22:30 exactly. You did so on the days he worked the night shift. Tuesday, Thursday and Monday. One particular day, you were going on about a hyper-fixation of yours. Sitting at the counter facing him as he fixed the books in the back listening, only interjecting to ask question or the regular nod or sound of intrigue or understanding. You were so into the conversation that you did not realise that he walked you to your dorm. Like across campus, into the building, up the stairs because of course the elevator was broken again, to your door.

He stood a moment as you realised smiling and reassuring you that it was no problem as you tired to apologise. “Well. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a goodnight.” “You too.” You shouted across the hallway. He smiled giving you a quick glance as you walked into your dorm room before making his way home.

You two grew closer. Literally. Continuing the cycle of touches. You would call him because you couldn’t reach a books and to get past you to the book, he would move you aside or manoeuvre past you by your waist, gently. There was a day you were stubborn would be word and decided to reach for a book on top. It was late and Choso was busy you did not want to bother him. The plan was a successful failure as you got the book but the entire book case was tipping over. Swiftly Choso ran in front of you. With his back he held the bookcase up preventing it from falling on top of you. He was so close you could feel his deep breathes on your skin. His head was hung low and his hair fell over his face.

Quickly you helped him push the bookcase back into place and pick up the books that fell off. Some books got damaged and you helped carry them to the back. Which is actually a small room that leads to larger room.  

The room was dimly lit, and moderately cool. You took in the room sitting top the table next to him as she replaced a books damaged spine. You fiddled with his hoddie’s laces spread on your legs to cover you as you are wearing skirt and to warm you. Your gaze quickly travelled from his hands meticulously repairing the book to his toned forearms and finally to hair falling across his face.

“So you stare at me a lot,” you blurt out.

Taking a moment to gaze up at you in question, you also stare with a slight smirk. “You do too.”

“Well, it’s because your beautiful.”

He chuckles. “Same.”

“It’s not the same tho.”

“How?” He settles down the book and places his attention solely on you.

“What do you think when you stare at me?”

“That your gorgeous,”

“Really?” You pull him towards you, in between your thighs. “Be honest.” Gazing up at you then your hands placing his hoddie to the side, catching a glimpse of your underwear. “That I want to fuck you against the book case.” he confesses in a low tone gazing up at you as your hand cup his chin. “What  do you think when you stare at me?” He asks in return.

“Me riding your thighs as you study. What are you thinking right now?”

“You sitting on my face.” He answers reaching inside your skirt to pull down your underwear. You lift a little for him to slide them off. Spreading your thick thighs and pulling up you’re your skirt you give him a view of your cunt. Giving you a quick glance he grabs you by your hips and scoots you closer. With a little kiss on your clit her, he rolls his tongue over your hairy pussy almost groaning when his tongue reached your entrance. You rock your cunt into his mouth stroking his hair.

Cumming you held tightly onto his hair. Grinding your pussy on his tongue then yanking his head away from your pussy. He looks up at you, his mouth drenched in your slick and a gaze silently pleading for more. You both know he could easily break from your hold, pin you down and fuck you on the table but he lets you hold him like this. Pulling him up you kiss, helping him take of his apron and trousers. Choso gasps against you as his cock slides into your wet cunt.

You smirk as he desperately ruts into you. His hands around your waist as you kiss his neck. “You feel so good.” He moans against your ear. “I’m cumming.” he whines quickly pulling out and cumming on the inner thigh. “Choso,” you gently cup his face. “You’re going to clean that up.”

“I will. I just need more.” he whines swiftly laying you on the lounge couch.

With your back against his chest he lifts one of your legs. Fucking his cock with your thighs near you pussy, feeling his cock graze your clit before pushing inside you. As he fucks his cock into you he unbuttons your blouse and grabs a hand full of your tits. “Mommy,” he absentmindedly mutters. “I’m sorry, I should not-” “It’s fine, Choso. Just go faster.��� “Like this,” his deep voice breathes. Flipping you on your stomach he fucks his cock as he sits on your arse. You cum as he bottoms out in your cunt but he continues this times making you sit on his cock you back still against his chest as he rams his cock into you. Your thighs shaking, and him rubbing your clit you cum on his cock again. “Choso st-stop.” His thrusts halt and he hard cock springs out covered with you slick.

With you pussy at the base of his big cock, you grind onto it will stroking his cock. Watching his dick twitch and precum leak from his pretty tip. “You want to cum for me.” He nods wrapping his arms around your waist. “Then cum for Mommy.” He bites down on your shoulder and shoots ropes of cum on the floor and coffee table . “Good boy,” you praise stroking his cock as the last bit of cum leak out and come out in short spurts that land on your hand and belly.

[colorfulmess14]

Fun Fact! Even with Kai being Lloyd's favorite growing up, Cole took to Lloyd easier. Cole hopes if he ever had children, they would turn out like Lloyd.

:P

[zosanbrainrot]

day 03 - WINGS!

thank fuck I made this one earlier bcs I would not have had the time today

I followed the pose from the ref pretty closely, so I thought I'd share lol

Now that I'm thinking about it this one was very fitting for the priest/demon dynamic, but I try not to think about these too much so when I read wings my first thought was "wings of the pirate king", even though I'm still not at that point in the story (still waiting for One Pace to publish more eps)

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[gotomanof]

speed views : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHt01XsXUOk

[jojogerms]

Fake Chibi stickers

[toraoistired]

I absolutely L O V E it when you can tell an artist has watched the live action one piece. Like they won’t even be meaning to but if you look real hard you see a jawline that doesn’t look quite like anime Sanji, or luffy’s hair is just a tiny bit wavier than usual, or zoro lips are slightly fuller than in the manga, and it makes me 🤭🥰🩷🫶☺️ every time

[failuredraws-exe]

Cadenza Zvahl, Queen of the Swamp.

The adopted daughter of Hayden-husband to the lord of Meteli, Joh- sister to Laurance Zvahl, Cadenza fancies herself a princess.

Though, *technically* speaking, she is, in a way. Her step-father is a lord beloved by all, and her father a well respected diplomat. She is high ranking in society, wears the latest fashions, pioneers for her people, has animal (chicken) companions, is kind, understanding, fun! Everything a proper princess should be! If only she didn’t live in a swamp.

Cadenza fancies herself a princess, whilst her brother fancies her a brat.

The only *society* Cadenza is high ranking in is the little plot of muddy land they call home. She wears the latest fashions but ventures town barefoot. She does pioneer for her people! When she isn’t sleeping the days away in fields of flowers. And don’t get him started on the chickens.

She’s kind but petty, understanding but blunt, fun but irresponsible. She is aloof, she is demanding, she is young. His bratty, kid sister. The Queen of the Swamp. A name he coined, a title she hates.

A *proper* princess would live in a high castle surrounded by gardens of roses and decorated with intricately carved statues of heroes from myth and gods and goddesses! A *proper* princess would be dripping in real gold, and her clothes would be woven from the finest of silk. Her hair would be combed and her skin would be smooth! A *proper* princess would never suffer from the heat and humidity, she would be wasting the hours away, lying on a cushioned seat and being fanned by servants! A proper, acceptable princess would be born in a place like O’khasis, not Meteli.

What her brother knows, and what Cadenza will not admit, is that she is not a proper princess.

Cadenza, in all her blazing glory, is indecent.

The clothes that she wears as if they were sewn yesterday, were fashionable seasons ago. The gold bangles that adorn her wrists and ankles are fake. She bathes in lakes, consorts with chickens of all creatures, and doesn’t even attempt to wrangle her hair. Her skin is bumpy and her legs are riddled with burn marks, scars she wears proudly. On a hot day, when work needs to be done, she’d be the first out in the sun and the last inside. She is bold and loud, opting to rather have her tongue be cut out than to ever hold it. In every way that matters, she is the exact opposite of a proper, acceptable O’khasis-born Princess.

And that’s exactly why Laurance loves her.

Through all the bratty bluntness, through all the demands stands proudly a young girl who cares with all her heart about the little plot of muddy, humid, damp land they call home. The Cadenza Zvahl he loves looks upon the world in all its horror and smiles at the atrocities when everyone else would scowl. There are so many things Laurance hates about Ru’uan, but for every terrible thing he could count, Cadenza Zvahl would count five times as many things that she loves.

The Epitome of Hope, her father would call her.

When Joh passed, when her father was presumed dead, each and every time her brother went missing from the realm; she never let her grief nor anger consume her. Even when it was all she wanted to do, even when she had every right to curse the world, when she had every right to hate, and hate and hate. She always chose to love.

Cadenza Zvahl lives her life with hope. A trait that never falters, and one befitting a title far stronger than Princess.

Indecent and fashionable, blunt and understanding, proud and kind. Meteli-born and raised.

Cadenza Zvahl, the Queen of the Swamp.

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