#honestly; i feel like tumblr would be unbearable if they were successful in kicking out every Black blogger

[feliville]

[OC] A drawing of the main character of the story I'm working on; Zayd, getting a retwist by his lover Santiago.

for @creatingblackcharacters' Black History Month challenge !

I wanted to draw something sweet + joyful for the challenge, and since Valentine's day also just happened, I've picked my main OC couple as the subjects : -]. Someone trusting their partner well enough to let them do their hair is such a sweet scenario, it's been stuck in my mind ever since I read it in this lesson.

To my Black audience, thank you so much for being here!! The amount of time and care given to learn how to properly draw Black characters will always be worth it if it means I can draw and write characters you like and can relate to; you deserve faithful and loving depictions of Blackness in any media you like 💜

Tagging @prozac and @6edbuge to participate if you wanna : -] !!

[planetparker]

Remember

What the hell?

That was the first thought that sprung to mind as the male scanned the scene before him, blinking shortly as if the flutter of lids would bring him back to the forest he had resided in.

But it didn't.

Chase stood there dumbfounded, shaken and with his vision slightly blurred. His lips parted by a fraction, and his eyes widened just a tad, revealing those baby blues that his fans adored.

Their favourite boy.

His head snapped frantically, glancing side-to-side in his panic-stricken state. A hand slid up to his chest, seeking the pulse that had undoubtedly sped up. He wasn't sure if it was out of instinct or out of some pure curiousity to see how fast his rate had become or merely just to confirm he was alive.

Probably the latter.

Feeling just a hair of the beat, his hand shot back down, stationed to his side. The attention drew towards his sight now, with his head whipping back and forth in an attempt to grasp his situation, to recognise where the hell he even was. Hands swept to the ledge, palms splayed and spread atop the edge before he leaned over to view the streets below.

Too high up. Much too high.

Can't escape.

A hand trailed over his torso whilst the other brushed over his pocket. The expected bulge from his device was absent.

Shit.

Both hands were brought forth, palms exposed to the crisp air, clammy and empty. Once more his eyes surveyed his surroundings. Desperation and confusion were all they held, and of course there was the faint flicker of fear.

A licking flame in the darkness.

...

No use just standing. Move.

Reluctant steps dragged the father forward, a stumble following shortly after. Credit to the substance swimming in his veins. His legs wobbled as he continued striding forth, taking slow and unsteady steps. Had he really drunk that much? Honestly, he couldn't really distinguish anymore, having been downing the damn thing while wiping away those godforsaken tears.

A shake of his head discarded the distraction. Prioritising had never been his forte, but it was blatantly clear that one thing had to be dealt with. He needed to find out where the hell he was, or better yet how the hell he got here.

The scuffle of his shoes became more pronounced in his ears now, surrounding him as they bounced off the cement walls of the carpark. Fear was crawling, latching onto his skin, digging in and clawing as it crept up his spine.

The feeling was far too familiar to his liking, far too unwanted as it brought back repressed memories.

Not again.

He'd ended up in the middle of the grounds, stood under a curtain of dim lights that illuminated ominously. It was jarring especially in his state, with the flashes in between serving as a phase between reality and fiction. His mind shifted like the pattern. Jagged, broken, distorted.

Like static.

Hands grasped his elbows as they crossed over. Soothing rubs attempted to lessen the tension that was all too obvious on his profile, scrawled by the wrinkles and the creases. His furrowed brows only created more etchings, each one reading "afraid".

Perfect.

"H-Hello?" He stuttered out with a slur that lingered, voice rasp from the lodge in his throat.

"I, I know you're there." Unfastening, his arms uncrossed and dangled at his sides once more. Balled fists dug nails into his palms, just spare of splitting the skin. His teeth gritted as a sting worked its way through his being.

"Answer me!" The break in his voice sent a shiver down his spine, coursing throughout his entire existence as the tone seared him with memories.

Not again. Not again. Not a-

A crack of a smile split across his face, spread ear to ear. The echo of footsteps approached, and Chase felt his blood freeze as the figure emerged from behind a beam. He was deliberate in his movements, slinking around the corner, taking his precious time, only to cause the father to drown in his terror. He could taste it.

His smirk grew callous, twisted at the edges as piercing blues trained itself on the shrunken male. "What's the matter, Chase?" Eerily slow his head tilted to the side, smile deepening with each passing second. "It looks like you've seen a ģh҉o͝st."

There was an air of silence that drifted between the two. With nothing but a few inches distancing themselves, Chase stood there, listening to the thrum of his telltale heart. He could feel his knees begin to give out, threatening to fall, especially as his eyes bore into that grin. The tweak of lips that just bordered being inhumane.

He could feel his parched throat with each breath, scratching the walls with the very same claws that scathed his back.

Go on.

"Wh- What do you want?" The response that came in the form of a chuckle drilled metaphorical knives into the ego, causing his body to seize up and a cascade of goosebumps to cover him entirely. He bit his lip to stop it from quivering but the other had already spied the small motion. An indicator of his success.

Favouring the left side of his face, his smirk wandered up, steep in its angle. It wasn't human in the slightest. "To remind you of where you b͞e̴l҉o͠n̸g. Or have you forgotten already? Maybe you need a... little refresher."

Before Chase could begin to question the implications behind the malicious tone, a scene flared to life that caused him to stumble, and once more his hand reached for the section where his heart stammered. Flashes of images passed, one by one shrouding his vision, clouding every thought.

It was pounding at his head, hammering away, chiselling into him like an icepick on a lobotomy patient. Hands had crept up to massage his temples, to try and deter the visions.

Unbearable.

Overwhelming.

Overpowering.

He could feel his skull splitting.

"Don't fight it, it'll only make things wo̢r͢s̢e̸." A crackle resounded in his ears, bubbling as electricity wavered in the pattern of laughter. "Submit Chase. Let it c҉o͢n̴sume̡ you."

He wanted to fight it. He wanted to so badly. He yearned to just fend off for a little longer, but the exhaustion was kicking in and his mind was closing in. Defeat was imminent.

The feeling was dreadful, absolutely awful as he sunk into an endless abyss. It was as if claws were puncturing his throat, ridding him of the ability to scream or cry out for help. If he tried to they'd only dig in deeper and deeper, neverending in their burrowing. He knew he was crying, he could feel as the tears pricked his eyes, threatening to fall. The very sensation of the lachrymal secretions cascading down his cheeks may as well have been the only grounding element in this whole god damn nightmare.

He imagined clutching his head between shaken hands, rapid in their trembles as his mind throbbed and thoughts screamed at him. Though one stood out amongst the rest, the words were scrawled into him, searing as if he had just been branded.

"Remember what you did to t̤ḥ̦e̞͙͍̤m͕."

A.N.: I was really hesitant positing this at first honestly, but I decided why the heck not. So this is my first piece of writing on Tumblr and I’d love to hear what you thought of it! And if you liked it I might even write more~ 

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