#pachuco style

[un-film-de-m]

Artist Spotlight on Pachuco Supply based in East LA. Made by Hand hats by Gilberto Marquez & branding by Cinthya Marquez.

[parasitic-saint]

the mother superior was... no it can't be...

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[aslightaddity]

The question

[skeletonspiced]

Remake of some Bendy Royal art from a few years ago. I love doing a lineless style it's sooo satisfying

[cosmic-c0w]

Still cannot decide on how I wanna draw Kurt

More self indulgent drawings below

More drawings of the partner I made for Kurt (Ik it’s cringe but I also wanted to draw a Pachuco style suit)

[immaculatemadonna23]

Rocky Rickaby is a pachuco and nothing and nobody will make me think otherwise.

This is a redraw of an original Tracy drawing (i can't find it my cellphone (cuz i have a impression in my posession) it's just a sketch with a style that I don't like as much as before... I think )? a doodle without purpose

[artisticlegshake]

THE DANCE AWARDS ORLANDO RESULTS 2024

HIGH SCORE BY PERFORMANCE DIVISION (MINI)

BALLET:

1st Tarantella - STARS

2nd Esmeralda - VLAD’S

3rd Another Polka - YOUNG 

4th H. Potter - CDC

5th Visions - CCJ

CONTEMPORARY:

1st I Am Here - IMPACT

2nd Stuck In Pause - VLAD’S

3rd Without You - STARS

4th Amen - RHYTHM

4th Turn To Stone - SPOTLITE

5th Le Moulin - G-FORCE

LYRICAL:

1st Beautiful - STARS

2nd Smile - MATHER

2nd Time Goes Slow - CLUB DANCE

3rd If Rain Must Fall - VLAD’S

4th Never Dreamed You’d Leave In Summer - SOUTH TULSA

5th All That We’ve Lost - WESTCHESTER

JAZZ:

1st Luck Be A Lady - VLAD’S

1st Pump Up The Jam - SPOTLITE

2nd Hey U - MATHER

3rd Schoolin Life - MATHER

4th Word Up - SPOTLITE

5th Hey Pachuco - CDC

5th Love Potion - G-FORCE

5th On Broadway - ART & SOUL

TAP:

1st Freedom - ART & SOUL

1st It Ain’t Funky - ART & SOUL

2nd Lucky Day - THE SOUTHERN STRUTT

2nd Puttin’ On The Ritz - CDC

3rd Best Day Of My Life - THE SOUTHERN STRUTT

4th Get Up Off Of That Thing - CDC

4th Reet Petite - ART & SOUL

5th Barbapapa’s Groove - DANCE SPECTRUM

5th Tequila! - UPPER

MUSICAL THEATRE:

1st All That Jazz - IMPACT 

2nd A Bushel And A Peck - VLAD’S

3rd Hot Note - THE SOUTHERN STRUTT

4th Revolting Children - CCJ

4th Rise Of The Pink Ladies - THE SOUTHERN STRUTT

5th Loathing - WEST FLORIDA

HIP-HOP:

1st Queen B - VLAD’S

2nd Brava! - IMPACT

3rd Hoops - THE SOUTHERN STRUTT

3rd Multiplayer - CCJ

3rd Nascar - STUDIO 61

4th Fire - ART & SOUL

5th Shake The Floor - STARS

BALLROOM:

1st Get On The Floor - THE SOUTHERN STRUTT

2nd Gangman Style - STARS

ACRO:

1st Could It Be - VLAD’S

2nd Bowl Of Cherries - ART & SOUL

2nd Heaven - ART & SOUL

3rd Faith - DANCE SPECTRUM

SPECIALTY:

1st Rama - IMPACT

2nd Through The Rain - STARS

3rd Dream Of You - VLAD’S

4th What A Feeling - VLAD’S

5th Black Car - SPOTLITE

[issela-santina]

me gender envying demons in zoot suits fr

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (left) — Natalie Dormer plays Rio, a ginger in a patterned zoot suit over an old rose shirt, and short hair styled in stiff waves on the right side of her head. She is one of several disguises of the demon Magda, in this case the one who riles the Los Angeles pachucos into revolt and fallout.

Good Omens (right) — a promotional still of David Tennant as Crowley in profile view, wearing an all black zoot suit (except the dark grey shirt and red necktie barely visible) with shades for his snake eyes and a fedora he adjusts on his head as he seems to check himself out in a dressing room mirror.

I also think

Magda and Crowley would set an entire country on fire if they were ever in each other's presence, thanks to Magda being the traditional temptress type who brings the evil out in human beings and Crowley just being a literal minor god who wants to enjoy life but was trapped in demonic villainy instead

pachucos and pachucas were clearly onto something when they decided on the zoot suit and global warming has robbed us all of the convenience of bringing this fashion style back

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Nine: Where’s the Rabbit?

Summary: The dreaded Toon Patrol stops by for an unwelcome visit, and the Twisted Toonz Twins meet their rivals.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

Special Guests Tags 😊: @marinerainbow, @slashingdisneypasta, @weaselnerd and @lastofautumn

This chapter contains silly weasel shenanigans, Smartass and Tom having strong b e e f at first sight, Greasy being a BAMF flirting with Twyla (AGAIN!) in front of her brother 😅

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Clank!

The doorknob to Eddie’s office fell to the ground and it creaked open, almost ominously. The twins started to do their part of their boss’s plan; they are officially Eddie Valiant’s assistants who are also looking for Roger Rabbit, the accused murderer of Marvin Acme. For now, they just sat at the card-playing table playing Uno.

Tom kept his eyes on the door and watched a gang of five Toon weasels poking their heads in. The first weasel he saw was a tall weasel as thin as a toothpick and reeked of cigarette smoke and roadkill decay. Despite his scrawny figure, his arms were packed with steely muscle proven by holding his Tommy gun with no problem. His fur was an ashy blue with a powder-blue muzzle, ears, and underbelly and clad in a stained dress-shirt with rolled up sleeves, an open black vest along with a matching undone  tie and wore a bowler hat stashed with cigarettes poking from the black band. Four cigarettes poked out from his pursed lips and yellowed fangs, and his pockets held lit cigarettes dangerously close to setting his clothes on fire. A massive cloud of toxic plumes followed him, nearly veiling his bloodshot icy cobalt eyes. Unsurprisingly, he blinked just fine.

The next two weasels were the ones Tom paid close attention to. The first weasel leading the charge had to be the boss, and Tom already knew he was going to be a pain in the ass. Judging by his “Don’t fuck with me” glower, taste for fine things in life and “I’m walkin’ here” stroll, he had to have been referencing someone famous. Joe Pesci? Nah, he was born in ‘43. Capone? No, he died in January this year. Cagney? Yep, definitely Cagney.

His fur was tawny brown with tangerine coloring half his snout, underbelly, and pawpads, and his long, black-streaked tail lashed aggressively. The guy was small, but there’s no doubt he could take on wiseguys much bigger than him; his lean arms were heavy with firm, solid muscle and his chest puffed out, displaying his strength like a prideful pink peacock. He wore a light pink double-breasted Cagney zoot suit adorned with four bronze buttons fitting his lean, sinewy form over a crisp white dress shirt holding a hot pink bejeweled tie, white spats warming his clawed feet, and a light pink fedora fit snugly on his head. Like any other gangster, he seemed to take pride in his style with the way his jewel glittered in the light, and the polished gold chain of a pocket watch hanging from his left pocket. His eyes were cold like ice and sharp like golden switchblades, which complimented his mean-looking mug.

Tom’s eyes moved to the other weasel, who was most likely the right-hand of the gang. His fur was dark chocolate with light mocha warming his snout and ears. Although he too was slender, he had a bit of a pot belly that looked well in proportion to his size and height. He stood a head taller than the other four and wore a zoot suit similar to Cagney Weasel’s, but unlike him whose style fit in with the classic gangster types, his Pachuco suit emblemed the Zoot Riots. He wore a jade-colored trench coat trimmed with a black collar and baggy sleeve-cuffs over matching high-waisted trousers and spectator shoes, but his main colors were contrasted by a white dress shirt and a hot pink tie. His oiled black hair was topped by a wide-brimmed jade fedora casting a shadow over his dark eyes, accenting his outfit of choice. He strolled in with a slink of his movements, as if he were trying to look suave in his saunter but all Tom had to do was take one whiff on him and smell the heavy cologne laced with sleaziness.

You call him Casanova? Tom arched a brow, Brother, tone down the Creep Chanel No. 1, will ya?

The fourth weasel had to be a secret love child of Ripper Roo and Wind in the Willows. He was small and thin, coated in caramel fur that he probably skinned off from the body of a poor unfortunate Toon. His blue eyes were wide and unhinged and yellow swirls danced around his orbs with deranged delight, and sprouting from smiling lips were dozens of small yellow fangs perfect for tearing off flesh from your fucking face and chewing human meat. On top of his head was a wild mass of spiky gingerbread hair probably used as porcupine quills, and he only wore a straitjacket with unlocked restraints and large baggy sleeves covering his paws while he was holding a barber’s razor.

And finally, there was the fifth weasel, who nearly tumbled on his way in while holding a nail-implanted baseball bat. He appeared to be the muscle of the gang, but he was a little bigger with the meat than the muscles. Honestly, he looked more like a potato made out of pillows and fluff rather than muscle and bone. His fur was coated in gingerbread and apricot fur warming his bucktoothed snout, and his bagel belly was stockier than the right-hand’s. He only wore a blue-and-white striped T-shirt barely covering his gut, untied blue tennis shoes, and a red beanie holding a yellow propeller. His wide hazel eyes looked around the room, oblivious of the twins nearby.

“Looks like they gave us the slip, huh, Boss?” Casanova asked in a low husky voice laced with Puerto Rican descent, pulling out a pistol.

“Nah. Valiant’s got him stashed somewhere,” Cagney replied and pulled out a loaded Colt Trooper Mk II. Tom took a wild guess that the gun was loaded with Dip-filled bullets.

“That him?” Tom mouthed at his twin.

She silently sighed, then nodded. Her eyes glared at him sharply and pointed a clawed finger at him, mouthing “But don’t kill him yet.”

“Can’t make no promises.” Twyla shook her head at Tom, but a small smile cracked her lips.

“Hey, you!” the leader exclaimed. “At the ‘cable’! Show ‘your-shelves’!”

Twyla rolled her amethyst orbs, then let out a soft growl and looked over her shoulder to greet him with an icy glare. The pink bastard’s eyes widened at the sight of her, then returned the glare while lowering his gun.

“Ugh, you again?!” he barked. His right-hand peeked over his left shoulder and his lips curled in a prurient smile seeing the noirette. A low growl rumbled from Tom’s throat. “What are you doin’ here?!” The Brooklyn weasel snarled at Twyla.

OK, folks. Time for the big brother to step in.

“Well, well, well.” A low, gravelly voice echoed around the walls of the disorganized office, alarming the weasels. All ten pairs of eyes whirled to see the presence of Gunslinger Tom Toonz looming in from the dark shadows of the other end of the table. He looked down at them with a menacing grin revealing his glistening sharp fangs, and his unfriendly eyes reveled in the concealed fearful apprehension radiating off from the pack. “Didn’t know we were havin’ guests on this fine, bloodless day.” he chuckled sinisterly. 

He spotted the way the chain-smoker’s eyes swiftly glanced at him, as if he just figured out that Valiant was in fact not alone, and Tom grinned darkly at that. Even the loon’s swirls stopped moving almost instantly like he was sane enough to imagine the dangerous consequences of this little “visit” if they make a wrong move.

“Duh, there’s two of them?” the “muscleman” tilted his head like an innocent puppy, which nearly made Tom’s heart melt with sympathy. Poor guy has no idea of the potential – no, actual danger he and his teammates were in.

“Shaddup!” the leader snapped, then whipped his head back to the duo while raising his revolver. “Show us where Valiant is!”

Unsatisfied with the lack of fear, Tom’s grin dropped before he lightly jerked his head towards the kitchen. The pink-clad gangster heard a faint humming and caught a flash of movement, then followed the trail to the kitchen.

“Hold it right there!” he aimed his gun at Eddie who was at the sink doing his…laundry.

He barely spared them a glance. “Hello, boys. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Completely ignoring the detective’s “assistants”, Cagney grabbed a chair and slammed the back of it against the counter, nearly knocking Tom off his. He glared metaphorical daggers at his back, then suddenly whiplashed and bared his teeth seeing the so-called Casanova sneak his way towards Twyla’s personal space. He rested his chin on his left palm, giving her the goo-goo eyes.

“I didn’t know that I was going to see you again~” he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "Se sintió como…una eternidad."

Twyla raised a polite albeit confused brow, but Tom saw right through that sleazy creep. “Oye. Guárdalo en tus pantalones, repelente.” He growled at him.

The gangster flinched like he literally just noticed Tom was there too, and nonchalantly held his hands up. But Tom noted the smug amusement in his eyes.

He was faking it. This motherfu—!

“What’s in there?”

“My lingerie.” Eddie responded, pulling up a wet sock from the sink. The leader’s nose scrunched his disgust and turned away while holding his nose. Suddenly, as soon as his back was turned, Roger popped out of the sink, spitting out the water. Abruptly, the zoot gangsters turned their heads in Eddie’s direction just as Roger was successfully shoved back in the sink. To distract them, Twyla started coughing.

“You all right?” Tom asked.

Twyla nodded, then mischievously tossed him a 2+. Her brother glowered but swallowed his pride and took two additional cards. She coughed again to keep them distracted as she took a sip of water from her glass.

Rolling his eyes, Cagney shoved his subordinate out of the way before interrogating the twins, as well. “While we’re here, mind if I ask for yer names?” he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“Only if you give yours, bub.” Tom raised a brow but complied, pointing a red Uno reverse.

“Fine. I’ll give ya tha’ coitesy,” the Brooklyn weasel replied harshly, then suddenly took Tom’s hand in a brief but firm handshake. “The name’s Smartass. Sergeant Smartass.” He emphasized on “Sergeant” with a touch of pride, his lips curled in a cocky, smug grin. “I run dis outfit.”

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, introducing his men.

“That’s Wheezy, my left-hand.” He pointed his thumb at the smoker weasel, who blew a cloud of smoke as a means of saying “What’s up?”.

“Psycho. Dat’s all you need `ta know about him.”

“Hiiiiii!!! Heh-heh-hehe!” The straitjacketed weasel giggled manically.

The boss weasel, Smartass, then motioned towards the tubby weasel…who was staring at nothing. Tom had to guess that they were some sort of Doc and Dopey rip-offs. “Stupid, our muscle.” At the mention of his name, the potato turned around and childishly waved, “Hello!”

Smartass finally addressed the creepy elephant in the room with an exasperated, annoyed sigh. “And the mug oglin’ tha’ dame is my right-hand Greasy.”

The tallest weasel made a clicking noise and flirtatiously winked at Twyla, who only gave him a brief glance and flicked two reverses at Tom. He ignored his sister’s audacity for now.  

Smartass turned back at them, “And…” he gave them the once-over. “Who tha’ hell are you?”

“Name’s Tom. Gunslinger Tom.” Tom introduced himself, returning the once-over. “I’m also a bad bastard. And the dame you’ve recently harassed and your ‘right-hand’ flirted with is my sister, Twisted Twyla.” He jerked his thumb over to Twyla, who curtly tilted her chin up.

“Sister?” the weasels exclaimed in unison, minus Greasy who silently whispered, “Twyla.”

“But, duh,” Stupid pointed out. “You’re a wolf and she ain’t!”

Next to him, Wheezy roughly nudged his shoulder.

“We’re fraternal twins.” Tom cast the muscleman a very sharp, intimidating glare. “And we’re hybrids. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.”

“Easy, Wolf,” Eddie called out, lifting his free right hand. “Last thing we need right now is the house blown down.”

“Sorry, Boss,” Tom apologized.

Smartass rose a brow, “Boss?”

“They’re workin’ with me.” Eddie noted the cynical look in the leader’s eye, then elaborated. “I needed someone who also knows Toon cases better than anyone else, and they were offering their services.”

Smartass briefly glanced at the twins, then turned away. “Search the place, boys! And leave no stone unturned.”      

The four patrollers followed the command and began their trail. Greasy frowned, rolling his eyes for some unsurprising reason but did what Smartass ordered him to do. Papers were tossed in the air, filing drawers and cabinets were becoming a mess, and other debris scattered everywhere.

“Look, Valiant. We got a reliable tip-off the rabbit was here,” Smartass hopped back on the chair, shoving the barrel of his revolver at Eddie. “It was ‘corrugated’ by several others.” He pressed his gun at the detective’s cheek. “So cut tha’ bullshtick.”

Eddie arched a brow at him before answering, “You keep talkin’ like that and I’m gonna have to wash your mouth out.”

He shoved the bar of soap right in Smartass’s mouth, causing the Sergeant to lose his balance. In a cartoony way, he rolled down the staircase knocking over a few boxes just as Roger popped back up again to spit out the soapy water. Twyla scooted her chair far away from him before he could knock her over as well. While he got up coughing bubbles, his men started to laugh hysterically.

“Stop that laughin’!” Smartass yelled, though his voice was muffled by the soap. He eventually spat out the bar right in Wheezy’s face. It threw him off Eddie’s desk and slammed into the window, but that only managed to make the other three laugh even harder.

“Stop that laughin’! Ya know what happens when ya can’t stop laughin’?!” Smartass yelled again, holding up a toilet plunger and harshly whacking Psycho and Greasy on the head. Stupid fell against the file cabinet, still laughing. In a fit of rage, Smartass threw the plunger at him like a spear. It went right into his muzzle and pinned him to the cabinet.

“One of these days, yer gonna die laughin’!” Smartass dusted himself off as he brushed past the twins back to Eddie. He retrieved his revolver and pointed it at him. “As for you, Valiant, step out of line and we’ll hang you and your laundry out…to dry.”

He splashed the water a couple of times, cackling with sinister malice. The twins watched him walk down the stairs, but he paused once he got next to them. He grabbed a card from the pile and inspected it before he looked back at them.

“This ain’t over with you two either. Not by a long shot,” he smacked the card down, revealing a slashed zero. He stared Tom right in the eyes, but that didn’t scare the Rubberhose wolf. Not even a little.

“Oh, so you wanna play, huh?” Tom asked, genuinely amused. He leaned forward, his lips slowly curling into a warped smile revealing his fearsome fangs. “Game on…squirt.”

Smartass’s eyes flashed with indignance but made no comment. He scoffed a snarl, then turned to his gang, “C’mon, boys! Let’s am-scray.”

The pack made their way out of the door, but Greasy dragged behind. He waited until they were out of earshot, pulled up his trousers a bit and walked over to Twyla.

“I hate this business before pleasure mierda, mi hermosa rosa de noche,” he lamented, gently taking her hand. “But sadly, I must follow the boss’s orders. Until then, adiós, cariña.”

He kissed her hand and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

Twyla couldn’t help but keep her gaze lingering on the door. Behind her, Tom growled as he walked up the stairs to Eddie.

“They’re gone.” He spoke.

Roger popped his head out of the sink. “Jeepers, guys! That was swell!” he smiled, squeezing the water out of his ears. “You saved my life! How could I ever repay ya?”

He jumped on top of Eddie and kissed him on the lips with full gratitude.

Eddie pushed him off, growling. “For starters, don’t ever kiss me again!”

After a minute, he turned to Tom. “I’m no genius, but I’m guessin’ you don’t take kindly to needle-nosed jackasses with a badge, huh?”

“You’d be pickin’ up the correct observations, Valiant.” Tom confirmed, straightening his jacket. “Any idea what to do now?”

“We’ll swing by the Terminal Bar Station and get Dolores,” Eddie motioned to his and Roger’s handcuffed hands for emphasis. “I gotta ask her for a favor anyway.”

While Tom helped dry Roger off, Twyla was stacking up the cards when she spotted a white paper note on her side of the table. Her brows furrowed together, and her head tilted in confusion as she brought it up.

Get out of the case while you still got the chance. You’re gonna get hurt.

[wavypack]

Cholo - The Sartorial Identity of Los Angeles.

Often affiliated with the Hispanic gangs of Los Angeles, the Cholo style is now represented all over the world. Dickies, Cortez and Pendleton shirts ... this is how we could summarize this aesthetic. However, the Cholo style is governed by codes that have evolved alongside the Mexican community in the USA.The contemporary Cholo style has its roots in the "Pachuco" style. The "Pachuco" was embodied by an active Latino community in Los Angeles in the 1930s. They met to dance swing and wore suits with very large pants: the "Zoot Suit". Reinterpreted in our time via workwear, the cholos use "Khakis" Dickies or Ben Davies 1 or 2 sizes too big to wear them high on the waist with a belt. The folds on the middle of the leg reproduce the aesthetics of the Zoot Suit pants. For some gangs, the standard is 1 pleat in the front and 3 pleats in the back, to form the number 13 in reference to MS-13 (Mara Salvatrucha). The jeans are starched so that they sit on the leg and do not wrinkle at the knees. Pleats similar to khakis are also ironed in.The Cholos place great importance on cleanliness in their clothing. An immaculate white shirt and an ironed chino are among the outward markers needed to be respected on the street. As in the 1930s, this respect is achieved through clean, well-cut clothes. This Cholo aesthetic has inspired other movements even beyond California's borders.In the 1970s, skateboarders like Tony Alva wore Dickies with Pendleton shirts and bandanas inspired by the West Coast Hispanic community. However, the Cholo style really took off in the world thanks to the explosion of California Rap in the late 80s. The members of N.W.A and in particular Eazy E took these codes and applied them to Gangsta Rap. Their imagery has largely contributed to the diffusion of this style in the world and in Japan where a Cholo community is concentrated today.Nowadays, independent brands continue to keep this Cholo clothing heritage alive. Born x Raised and Willy Chavaria each in their own way evolve the classic Los Angeles style by incorporating elements of sportswear.

[marinerainbow]

//However you answer will fuel my heart...does Greasy dance pachuco swing style with Poppy?

.....

GAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH

I wish I had the energy to write something for this! But nothing I coming to mind!!! 😭😭😭

But yes!!! Yes he absolutely does! Poppy ha never swing danced before meeting Greasy, actually! In a platonic or a romantic sense, I can see him taking her to a dance club with intents on fixing that!

Poppy would have so much fun, honestly! Even if she's more of a slow dancer, it's still fun to try this out ^^ and it's important to her friend/love, so of course she's going to give it a whirl. And I can see her genuinely enjoying it too ^^

They don't go out to dance clubs too too often, but they do love to dance together ^^

[crabbypalsart]

OC Talk:

I kinda wanna give Bacon baggier slacks, since technically I did base his style off the 1930’s Pachuco (The Devils are Mexican American-coded after all, and are from those times so). But man 😭 its lowkey kind of a drag to keep having to change stuff on my OCs.

Well, I guess I shouldn’t really worry, or complain too much since its kind of technically just minor tweaks, and its not like the designs I have right now are 100% officialized just yet or anything.

I’m thinking Bits could use a bit of change as well, maybe in just her outfit. Minor changes; maybe the logo on her shirt could look a little different. Something I tend to do with Bits recently these days is I give her long hair sometimes, and short hair in others (in her “present-day” design), and that’s mostly cause my sibling mainly draws her with the latter, and that honestly looks pretty cool 😂

I guess you could just decide to interpret Bits with whichever. Bits is a character that’s very curious in nature after all, and likes to experiment and poke around at stuff a lot; and that includes her appearance. :•)

As for Bacon, I guess I’ll just try to play around with different designs for his suit and stuff; mainly focusing on the slacks. I’ll decide whether or not I’m happy with the design at the end X•D

[the-girl-who-didnt-smile]

BIG PAPA / THE DOORKEEPER

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TRIVIA

Big Papa’s zoot is anachronistic to the 1930’s, where he is styled after the El Pachuco boys… This is meant to match the anachronisms present in Alastor’s design. 

There are several solar motifs present in his design, as his real-world counterpart Legba is the youngest child of the Sun and Moon. He tends to favor his left side and open his left eye wide because the Sun rises in the East. He also has a bit of lunar imagery to him, where his wide-open eye can resemble the full moon.

In theory, he can also open his right eye wide, but I dare not draw this out of fear it will open a portal to the demons of Hell.

Although he often favors his left side, he is actually ambidextrous. He is also an omniglot, where he speaks all languages fluently (including imaginary languages).

He has double eyelids, they just aren’t drawn in his male form to make him look like a One Piece character. 

He is visually inspired by One Piece, where he is supposed to resemble a character from one of the earlier seasons as directed by UDA Kōnosuke. The two characters he is most inspired by are Sun God Nika, and Monkey D. Garp. There are a lot of funny but interesting connections between Legba and Sun God Nika… and also, Monkey D. Garp.

Monkey D. Garp…This absolute UNIT of a man can punch you so hard, it starts a nuclear fusion reaction.

His powers were inspired by the Remembrance of Earth’s Past trilogy. People always give me shit for liking this series when “that’s not how science works.”

NEWSFLASH!!!! IT”S CALLED SCIENCE FICTION!!!!!!!!!!!

He was also somewhat visually inspired by the Genie from Aladdin (Disney Princesses), and another top-tier One Piece character: Emporio D. Ivankov. If Iva-chan winks at you hard enough, you die.

Whenever he takes off his zoot, a second zoot instantly appears underneath it… I cannot picture what he looks like in a different outfit. 

In his past human life, he just looked like a normal person, but now that he has attained godhood he gave himself the most absurd body type imaginable. 

We have to try to one-up every jacked old man in anime. 

I was picturing it like:

He is just built different. 

He is muscular to the point of it no longer being functional or aesthetically pleasing… He looks so dehydrated. 

Actually, I have no idea what he looks like because I genuinely cannot picture what he looks like without his 1930’s drip. He could have any body type, as he shapeshifts his appearance all the time.

Although his gender is listed as male, he is literally gender fluid. He is not limited to two genders, but can assume the form of any gender. This exposes the truth about the genders of the gods, raising the question: “What does it mean for a god to be male?”

Originally, I was planning to say that this character is aromantic, as a parallel to Alastor, who is asexual. However, the initial concept for these characters definitely went too far with the LGBTQ+ themes. Even though these are fictional characters, it’s weird and tasteless with them being counterparts to real-world divinities. As a compromise, he was aromantic in his past human life, and it’s left open to interpretation whether that carries into godhood. For what it’s worth, it’s very easy to interpret him that way, because that’s what I was picturing him being as I was drawing and writing him. I don’t think Papa has any interest in romance.

Sexuality is another story… I don’t think he is asexual at all, but this is completely open to interpretation. Actually, I think it would be easy to read him as both asexual and aromantic, since that is a popular headcanon for Alastor and for Monkey D. Luffy…

In his past human life, his initials were L.B., and he was ironically nicknamed “{first_name} Lebas.” He genuinely led a very interesting life… He was like 50 different famous people at the same time!

He is designed to compare and contrast with his oldest sibling, to emphasize the importance of their real-world counterparts in Louisiana Voudou. “Blanc Dani” and “Papa La Bas” appear with great frequency in the historical record[33]. Dan Aidowèdo and Legba also held prominent roles in Dahomean mythology, where both were said to assist Mawu-Lisa in the creation of the world[66]:

“..two characters coexistent with Mawu who aided in her task are introduced – Legba, the divine trickster, and the serpent, Aido Hwedo, whose presence in this tale of the creation of the world as it exists today probably gives the best clue to this essential Dahomean attitude of refusing to accept an ultimate origin, a creation from nothing…”

When he rips holes in the universe, Papa sometimes makes the word FATE appear instead of BOOM, where the letters FA linger longer before disappearing. Indeed, he is truly Master of Fa, where the word “Fate” is but an English approximation of the word “Fa”.  

Big Papa is named after “Big Poppa” by The Notorious B.I.G. His favorite jazz musician is Louis Armstrong, who he is also modeled after, while his favorite blues musician is Robert Johnson.

Big Papa has his own personal, special gallery that I have curated on DeviantArt.com:

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[michaelcosio]

Royal Crown Revue performing Hey Pachuco live at Metro Theatre in Sydney on 12 December 2009

The Royal Crown Revue (RCR) is a band formed in 1989 in Los Angeles, California. They are often credited with starting the Swing Revival movement. The band's musical style, however, transcends the pigeon-hole label that was given to them as a swing band (most noticeable in their rendition of Neil Diamond's "Solitary Man" and originals "The Contender" and "Walking Like Brando".) RCR has had great success on The Van's Warped Tour, touring with the B-52's and Pretenders, and appearances at the major US Jazz Festivals.

The band recently filmed a special episode of "Gene Simmons Family Jewels", with Gene taking the reins, to appear in March. The band was founded by Eddie Nichols, Mando Dorame, out of a love of Rockabilly, Punk, Jazz, Blues, Soul, and other styles of roots music . The Stern brothers, Mark and Adam, who hailed from the punk band Youth Brigade rounded out the group early on. After repeatedly leaving RCR to tour with Youth Brigade, the Sterns were told to leave the band in the mid-90s and it is now headed by singer Eddie Nichols, tenor saxophonist/arranger/writer Mando Dorame, trumpeter Scott Steen, and drummer Daniel Glass. Stronger than ever, the band continues to play to capacity crowds in Australia, Europe, and the US.

from Moshcam

[f0xd13-blog]

Because they are and they always was!!! For years they was able to maintain them poor and living in third world conditions on purpose just like hitler did to europe but while the attack was happening I was sharing videos of romany dancing like they can't even do it in europe... half naked and shit... you would go to the streets and it was full of jews, muslims, christians, arabic and romany, black, arabs... dressed as a progressed society in fact that pachuco style came from gypsies and arabs of there.

[infinitemovielist]