#zé dos bois

[altamontpt]

Snõõper + Cortada || ZdB: Ímpeto de domingo à noite!

Super curtos, mas gentis, os Snõõper arrasaram uma ZdB que já borbulhava após a atuação devastadora dos Cortada.

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Super curtos, mas gentis, os Snõõper arrasaram uma ZdB que já borbulhava após a atuação devastadora dos Cortada. Os Snõõper trouxeram-nos de Nashville um punk despretensioso cheio de agressividade temperada com irreverência, surrealismo e adereços DIY, pois com certeza!. O quinteto parece não se levar muito a sério, mas a verdade é que desde a edição de “Super…

[nbernardo]

Model/Actriz @ Galeria Zé dos Bois, Lisboa - 20.11.2023 © Nuno Bernardo

[polisena-art]

The thought came to my mind and sparked some curiosity, so I wanna know(if u feel comfy sharing!!), what's your take on why Zico and Zeca live w/ Zé? By the looks of it, I imagine he's their legal guardian, so you can't help but wonder what happened to make it end up that way.

My personal headcanon for it is that the twin’s mother wasn’t the best parent, but something happened that made her completely snap, which eventually lead to the twins being taken away by CPS. Zé was informed of this, and while It took a lot of thinking, he decided to adopt the kids. He didn't want them to suffer their whole life in a foster home, or be with somebody who might not even love them like a real parent should, so he stood up and took responbility. At first it was hard, as the people who had Zico and Zeca were hesitant on giving the kids to him. Everyone was, I mean, the guy has a reputation for being extremely lazy, how could he take care of not only one, but TWO kids? He fought in court, and proudly won the case, becoming their legal guardian.

(Bonus hc: Panchito and Donald helped a TON w/ raising the boys, once they learnt Zé had taken custody, they immediately rushed to Vila Xurupita to help. They were there for 2 weeks, but once they had to go, Nestor immediately showed up, boxes filled to the brim with supplies needed to take care of toddlers, ready to help Zé just has much as his partners did.)

Sorry if I started to ramble, I rlly like getting deep into things like lore and general hc’s😭😭

Hi there!! Thanks for sharing your headcanon, it was an interesting read! And yes! By the comics, José is Zico and Zeca's legal guardian! He attends the twins' school festivals, parent-teacher meetings, cooks their meals and it's pretty much the only adult shown being responsible for them (having been threatened more than once with having the twins taken away from him as well LMAO). There is no mention of their mom or dad and weirder yet is how, despite the twins refering to Zé as "uncle", Zé is more than once said to be an only child! I do love the idea of Zico and Zeca not being blood related to Zé, so that's a headcanon that I do consider canon compliant (at least for now). At the same time, I'm not a fan of José being the sole caregiver for the twins or that their parents are completely taken out of the picture, as the comics insist on doing! At least that's my take in regards to their mother. Single mother households make up a significant proportion of Brazilian families, especially in favelas. So I think it would be cool for this aspect to be represented using these characters as well! I like to think Zico and Zeca's mother is still present in their life but, unlike Zé, she works all kinds of crazy hours to provide for her kids. Zé helps her out by staying with the twins while she's out and he's some sort of godfather to them, hence the uncle title 😌 I do think it would be a funny gag for her face never to be shown, at least to kind of keep the tradition the comics have of never refering to Zico and Zeca's parents. I guess it would be some sort of middle ground XD

[xandertheundead]

For @mesdelostrescaballeros2024 ‘s Three Caballeros September event!

Week 1 - Zé

September 1st - Dance

When people asked him where or how he had learned to dance, José never really had an answer for them. He had never gone to any fancy class to learn how to move, he had gone to a samba school but unlike the name implied it wasn’t a school per se. It was something he had grown up doing, watching those around his neighborhood when he was a chick, moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music and letting themselves get carried away with it. Nestor and he would dance around the street when they were small, with chubby arms and legs trying to mimic the steps the adults were doing.

If you were social, you had to know how to dance, and the more José grew the more social he became. It also helped that the better he could dance, the more girls he impressed.

Before long, by his late teenage years, he was able to move just as well or even better than all those adults he had watched dancing before. He didn’t even have to think really about the moves anymore, letting his body move on its own with the music and he would grin when he would hear the whistles and encouragement from the women.

Sometimes even the men.

Without dancing, Zé knew his life would be soulless. Yes, he would have music, because you can’t have dancing without it, and he would have food and other pleasures, but without dancing? Não.

He smiled thinking about how he had first danced with Donald while telling him all about Brazil, the first time Panchito pulled him close during a slower part of a song, teaching Zico and Zeca the basic steps and winning a contest with Ro with their perfect in-sync movements. Dancing had brought him so many great memories with friends and family and he looked forward to every get-together to make more memories with them as he moved.

“Zé!” He heard Nestor call, looking over to see him and Panchito waving him over, the rest of their large group outside already kicking his Birthday party into high gear. “Hurry up!”

“Don’t boss me around!” He said back with a laugh. “I’m the birthday boy, the party can’t start without me!”

“Oh, we’re going to!” Nestor yelled back and Zé rolled his eyes with a grin when Panchito let out a loud cackle. “I’ll take all your presents and drink all the alcohol.”

“I’ll eat all the food!” Panchito chimed in.

“Babacas!” He yelled, jogging over to them just as the music grew louder and he could already feel the rhythm igniting the need to move.

“Let’s party!” He yelled when they got to the group, cheers erupting as he took a drink of cachaça and started to dance.

[szilverer]

hewwo

made this blog primarily to dump oc content & maybe liveblog a bit (its my first time engaging in a fandom space like this so im pretty lost, do lemme know if i mess up with tagging or etiquette or smth. more about me here.)

my main FL acc (Hreisz) is from 2016 but i only really started playing last august! ive finished my ambition in october but theres still a lot i dont know about the lore n stuff. recently made two alts & am slowly getting around to write/draw nice profile pages for everyone.

"H. Reisz", aka The Twilight Phantom // The Clawed Captain | LF (Looked Upon Fondly) | Oneirotect Silverer | ???

Hyacinthe R., aka The Sombre Pursuer | Nem | future Correspondent & Seeker | English-Romanian

"Zé Brito" or "Sev", aka The Zealous Backlander | BaL | future Monster-Hunter | Mixed Brazilian-British

feel free to send a CC or even just random in-character letters & menace help reqs :3c im a lil rusty but i'd love to write more

always open to asks/interactions here as well, just keep in mind i might take A While to respond as i am but an hermit with the barest of executive functions

trying to use this hyperfixation to practice digital art so there'll be random experimental doodles here as i try to find out wtf i am doing. everytime i open a canvas its a surprise. youve been warned

tags:

#chaindoodles -> art tag, #chainrambles -> text tag #fl liveblogging, #flore (fl lore)

#the twilight phantom -> the (main) blorbo

#nightmarriage -> my blorbo hoards trash. block this to be spared from witnessing their arguably most questionable decision (i.e chaining their stalker to themself so they won't be alone)

content warnings:

#light fingers spoilers (also general tag for LF) #nemesis spoilers, #evolution spoilers

just to be safe, i tag eyestrain/bright colours for some art.

#suggestive in case i draw (or write?) smth that can be perceived as saucy, spicy, horn knee, overtly kinky or implied nsfw. there wont be anything Actually explicit here though

i like #blood and injuring my characters both mentally and physically. so uh. that. possibly violence.? jokes aside, i like exploring heavy themes: mental health & psychological issues; abuse; general horror; death & grief; alienation; one's relationship with pain & self-destruction, intentional or not - these are all concepts that are gonna be present in the things i make one way or another. some mild religious iconography as well bc although im not religious i was raised catholic & i like playing w/ the aesthetic.

#body horror (mostly the shapeling arts kind)

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#poor edward

So who's this "Twilight Phantom"?

I play a strict game with myself when it comes to my main blorbo: 99% of what the FLPC does, in the exact order i do it, is canon. This applies to small things like their possessions/wardrobe, for example - they pretty much only have the in-game items i own in the account to wear.

finding out reasons to explain why they keep the things they own, and why they don't just buy more clothes in-universe is part of the fun. (this game made them out to be a weirdo, naturally.)

It's been lots of fun to see this clean slate (and i do mean clean - i knew nothing about the setting/lore, or who they were as a person, so. well. this guy didn't either) get shaped by RNG, the narrative, And my mechanical wiki-fueled optimization decisions.

another extra rule i made for myself as a treat was making them a sponge to compensate for their inherent emptiness. this means they incorporate something from each important NPC they get involved with. they are a singer because of Clara and her twin. they only own a lab & got interested in research bc of Dr. Vaughan. they got a taste for exercise bc they accompanied Hephaesta's workouts for so long. and so on and so forth.

ill make a better, dedicated profile post eventually but for now have a playlist + an old vague intro + some early refs below:

[last updated: never. this is my self-callout to write abt recent developments bc ohh boy evolution was an entire year's worth of timeline progression.]

The first thing you notice about them is the cowl lazily draped around their head and shoulders, swaying behind their back like a cape in the colours of sunrise-- or, perhaps most familiarly, the velvety twilight that the newest star every so often provides to London.  The second thing is the deep scars covering one side of their face, and the third thing would probably be the heavy eyebags under their sharp, dark eyes.

A relatively freshly-minted Silverer, H. Reisz spends more time in Parabola than London nowadays. Not that they had been in London for too long anyway, and it's not like anyone knows where they were before that either. The surface, yes, but it's a big world out there, right? They don't actually remember seeing the sun, or the sky, but H cannot deny the soft colours of twilight and sunrise have a special place in their heart. They recognise it without the memory of experiencing it, just like they recognised love in the depths of a certain Labyrinth. Hmm, two Labyrinths, actually. There was that one heiress too... and the Orphanage was inside one hell of a maze too... if they had a coin every time they found themself inside labyrinths, they'd... Uh, where were we? Well, anyway, being a new face, they had nothing to be known for so they simply gave out their surname instead. Or well, what they assumed to be their surname. "H. REISZ" were the letters sewn-in on a diminute corner of the tattered black veil that wrapped their head back when they woke up for the "first" time. They were surrounded by near-empty bottles of dried mouldy honey, absinthe, and who knows what else. Ah, the decadence... they couldn't even remember what honey could do at the time but they could recognise the stench of self-destruction right away, haha.  Alas, if things were so bad they got to that point-- maybe this explains why moving on was so easy. Maybe they had somehow lobotomized themself on purpose. Who knows? They sure don't. It was only now, a year or so after waking up, that an epithet has started to stick around-- specifically by their actions as a Silverer and the services they provided. From nightmare-slaying to fishing out vestigial memories (the irony of an amnesiac doing this is not lost on them) to guiding and safeguarding lost dreamers, their glimmering signature cowl and the way it flowed rather phantasmagorically in Parabola started to leave an impression. To many dreamers, seeing a hint of pastel twilight colors signaled safety. It signaled someone you could trust to get inside your head. :)

[sunflowerdroplet]

Paging Doctor Duck Ch. 4

The soft twitters of birds outside his window slowly pulled Donald from his slumber. His eyes drifted open, snapping close when the bright, morning light sent dagger-like pains into his skull. He groaned as he buried his face into his pillow in order to hide from the well-meaning sunshine.

‘Being hungover sucks.’

Daring to take a peek at his bedside alarm clock, Donald saw that it was a little after eight in the morning. He also took notice of the bottled water, aspirin, and a small note right next it. ‘Huh?’ he thought, quickly helping himself to the medicine and water before reading the note.

Hola Donal’,

We had a lot of fun with you last night and I can’t wait until we do it again soon! Also, do not forget that the rodeo is today. Zé and I look forward to meeting your sobrinos!

See you soon,

Panchito

Right, the rodeo is today. Ugh, why did he have to make such decisions when he was drunk? ‘Oh well. At least it’s not until this afternoon,’ he thought before flopping back down in his bed. ‘Wait…how did I…get back home?’

While memories from last night were a bit spotty, he clearly remembered being too hammered to drive himself back home safely. He also remembered turning down José’s offer to spend the night at the club, the parrot having a bed in his dressing room in case he was ever too partied out to make it home. Donald also recalled declining the offer because no amount of liquor was going to make him trust those bedsheets.

That meant that Panchito “good genes” González must’ve gotten him home. Pushing past the pounding in his head, he somewhat remembered the familiar neighing of Señor Martinez, a drunken farewell from José, a long and bumpy ride somewhere, and finally the gentle feeling of someone tucking him into bed and petting the top of his head.

“Dulces sueños, Donal’~~”

The doctor flushed pink. ‘Screw this. It’s much too early to be thinking about such things…’ the duck thought with a grumble, covering his head with his pillow and falling back asleep.

~*0o0*~

“Boys, stay close,” instructed Donald as he and his three nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie, made their way through the crowded area. Currently, the small duck family was at the California Rodeo Salinas to watch “World Famous Panchito” perform his rodeo tricks. Donald hadn’t really been all that keen to watch such a thing, considering how often the rooster would show up at the hospital injured after his performances, but the triplets were excited to see the spectacle, so he couldn’t really complain. He even bought them cowboy outfits for the occasion.

“’Naldo! ‘Naldo, over here!”

The uncle of three turned to see José running up to them, looking unfairly more put together than Donald felt. “Afternoon, Jo---ACK!”

“Boa tarde, my friend! I have missed you so much!” the parrot greeted, wrapping up the duck in a tight hug.

‘It hasn’t even been 24-hours yet…’ the doctor thought, feeling his ribs creak due to the strength of the hug. He awkwardly patted the parrot’s back in return before introducing him to his boys. “José, I’d like you to meet my nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Boys, say hello.”

“Hello…”

“Mr. José…”

“…It’s nice to meet you!”

“So nice to meet you boys as well! I especially like your cowboy outfits. Did your tio buy them for you?”

“He sure did…”

“…Mr. José…”

“…He’s the best Unca ever!”

The lime green parrot nodded in agreement. “Of that, I agree with you!”

“So, where are we sitting, José?” the duck asked quickly. His face was red from all praise he was receiving.

The smile on the Brazilian playbird faltered, a pout pulling at his lips. “… “José”…?” he questioned softly.

Donald blinked in surprise before more recollections from last night came to mind. His face turned an even brighter red somehow and he felt a phantom burn on his skin where Panchito and José had kissed his scarred shoulder. “…Joe…”

José brightened right back up after that before linking their arms together like they had last night. “Come, I will show you to our seats. ‘Chito is waiting for us there since his event isn’t until later. Let us go!”

“Alright, no need to pull…”

~*0o0*~

Introductions to Panchito went similarly to what it had with José, including the same back-breaking hug. He remarked positively on the children’s cowboy outfits and even gifted them with child-size lassos to go along with their color-coded clothing.

“Wow!”

“Thanks!”

“Mr. Panchito!”

“You are most very welcome, my little niños!” the Mexican said. He then turned to Donald and José. “I have a little something for you two, as well,” he announced before somehow pulling out two sombreros from underneath his own and placing them on their heads. “There we go, amigos! Now we match!”

“Obrigado, my friend!”

Donald tottered a bit, the brim of the sombrero falling over his eyes, temporarily blinding him before he could right it. “Yeah, thanks…Panch,” the duck said, trying to ignore the way Panchito’s ruby eyes lit up at his nickname.

~*0o0*~

“Whooaaaa!!” screamed a man as he tumbled end over end through the air.

*Crash*

“Oof! Do you think that guy is alright, Unca Donald?” asked Huey.

Donald was already analyzing the man’s injuries in his mind. Judging by the angle the man’s arm and leg were now in, he surmised the man most likely had broken bones, bruised ribs, and maybe even a concussion. The deep, hoof imprints on the man’s derrière, courtesy of the bull, would also make it hard for him to sit down properly in the coming days. “According to my medical expertise…no.”

“I am curious as to why people enjoy pursuing such dangerous pastimes…” José wondered as the group watched the rodeo clowns load the unconscious man onto a stretcher and carry him away.

Donald huffed. “Funny, I thought you’d appreciate a “flirting with danger” lifestyle.”

José laughed sheepishly at that.

Eventually, it was time for Panchito to take the stage.  The bull he was getting ready to ride was named Raging Storm, and it seemed to be aptly named. The beast had already sent multiple people to the hospital.

“Will Mr. Panchito be okay, Unca Donald?” Dewey asked nervously.

“…He should be fine…” the uncle tried to reassure, but even he was feeling a little anxious. While never to the terrible extent like the other competitors, Panchito would often sustain many injuries because of his profession. Donald jumped when he felt something touch the back of his hand, looking down to see José’s yellow-gloved hand on his, gently squeezing it.

“‘Chito will be okay,” the parrot said with a confident smile.

Donald returned the reassuring gesture with a smile of his own, squeezing back. “Right.”

After the announcer did the countdown, Raging Storm was released from the pen. As predicted, the bull began tearing across the arena, bucking and kicking aggressively to fling his rider off. Panchito, being the skilled rider he was, easily weathered the storm, holding on with only one hand while swinging his sombrero with the other. The crowd erupted into cheers, growing louder with each passing second counting down.

‘How is it that these last few seconds feel like an eternity?’ thought Donald as he willed time to move a little faster. He worried that he was crushing José’s hand, but the parrot was holding his just as tightly.

Three seconds…

Two seconds…

One second…

The sound of the ending buzzer filled the area and Panchito effortlessly dismounted from the bull to the roaring sounds of applause. The doctor breathed out a long sigh of relief he hadn’t been aware he was holding. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were cheering like crazy in their seats along with José. Donald tried his best to clap as well but found it difficult since José still had a grip on one of his hands.

“See? I told you he would be fine!” the Brazilian exclaimed, though he looked immensely relieved as well. “C’mon, wave to him, ‘Naldo!”

Donald did as instructed and waved at his patient/friend when he looked in their direction. The rooster’s ruby eyes lit up when he spotted the duck and parrot, blowing a kiss their way. Donald tried to blame the residual adrenaline for the way his heart skipped a beat.

~*0o0*~

“Are you holding on tight, niños?” asked Panchito as he held on to Señor Martinez’s reins.

“We are!” chorused the triplets.

“Bueno! Okay, here we go!” Panchito gently pulled the horse forward, moving at an easy pace.

“Wheeee!!” cheered the children.

Señor Martinez tossed his head back and neighed happily as he proudly carried his three passengers.

Donald watched the scene unfold with a smile, happy that his nephews were enjoying going on a horseback ride. Due to his busy and hectic work schedule, it was rare for him to be able take his kids out for a day of fun. The excitement from today also meant the boys would sleep like babies tonight, saving him from their usual bedtime wars. Currently, he sitting on the porch of Panchito’s ranch, polishing off the delicious, yet incredibly spicy meal from Panchito’s mother, Maria González. José doing the same next to him.

“Would you care for seconds, boys?” asked Maria, a plump hen with similar colors to her son. A yellow apron tied around her waist.

“No, thank you ma’am,” Donald declined. His already burning mouth wouldn’t be able to take anymore punishment. “Ah, maybe a little water, please.”

“I would like to have more of your delicious food, Mamá Maria. Por favor. And might I add that your cuisine is muito delicioso!”

The mother hen let out a giggle. “My, what a charmer! I’m so pleased that my son brought home such impeccable men! And Donal’, you raised such wonderful, well-mannered boys.”

“Hehe thank you, ma’am,”  the duck replied with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head. The mother took away their plates and walked back indoors with the promise of seconds and Donald’s water.

 “Of course, you’d be able to handle spicy food just fine…” Donald muttered with a little jealousy.

José chuckled. “True, but now that we have been introduced and accepted into ‘Chito’s family, you can build up your spice tolerance!”

“Yeah, I guess I…” the doctor’s words trailed off when he fully digested the Brazilian’s words. Mama Maria’s words also mixing in and created a weird jumble in his mind, his heart once again squeezing in his chest. “…Stop that…” he grumbled, both to José and his annoying heart.

“Hmm? Stop what~~?”

Donald felt his cheeks heat up as José leaned forward, a coy smile on his beak and his eyes shimmering in the sunset like the topaz his Uncle Scrooge made him polish for only a few cents an hour. “That! You know what you’re doing! Stop that!”

Before the parrot could do anything more, Donald found himself ensnared by a lasso, Panchito holding the other end with a teasing smile on his face. “And that, niños, is how you lasso someone!”

“Whoa!” exclaimed Huey.

“So cool!” cheered Dewey.

“Will you teach us how to do that one day?” asked Louie.

“Of course!”

“Will you teach me as well, ‘Chito?” questioned José as he happily took advantage of Donald’s lack of mobility, poking his stomach and pinching his reddened cheeks. “It is definitely a…useful skill~.”

“Oh, indeed I will, Zé!” a playful smile spread across Panchito’s face as he stepped closer to his two friends, his voice lowering a couple of octaves. “Es un buen aspecto para el…”

Even with his very limited Spanish, Donald understood what the rooster said. Steam was practically shooting out of his ears and his face the color of cherries. “I said to stop that!”

TO BE CONTINUED~

[shinewonder]

Why do you have a pfp of "Luizinho" from turma da monica? (a brazilian comic series)

☝️🤓 um, actually, his name is Zé Luis

I placed him as my profile picture because i randomly remembered how i used to hate his guts as a kid, searched him up out of curiosity only to find that he is one of the least known characters since he hardly shows up in stories, so the fact i have five or so comics with him in them and i despised him is pretty funny. I also found out the guy used to be the a major character, brother to the character who would become the protagonist of the franchise, but then got his sibling status removed and his quirks given to others (being a scientist to Franjinha, leader of the boys' club to Cebolinha). Nowadays he only ever shows up in educational booklets, his only animated appearance to date is this ad where he explains what savings accounts are... Finding out about his history made me want to read more stories about him with a different perspective from when i was 5 and he's grown on me a lot, he's very silly. Plus, that image of him is pretty cute

[ducktoonsfanart]

Happy New Year! - Celebrating New Years in Brazil or some tropical place with Donald Duck, his family and his friends - The Three Caballeros - Quack Pack AU - Duckverse (my version)

Happy New Year 2024!

Although I am late, I certainly wish everyone a happy and successful New Year 2024. These are my first drawings in the year 2024 and I drew them as a special phenomenon, because this year is the 90th birthday of Donald Duck, as well as the 80th anniversary of the Three Caballeros. And Donald Duck is certainly for me the best Disney character so far. I wanted to do this for his 89th birthday, but since I unfortunately didn't make it, I did this for New Year's! And sorry if something didn't turn out well, I had some problems with the markers. I certainly combined most of the Duck media I love in my two drawings. Italian, Dutch, Brazilian comics, Ducktales, Darkwing Duck, Quack Pack, Paperinik (Duck Avenger), Double Duck and The Legend of The Three Caballeros. Yes, it's part of my Quack Pack AU or the overall Duckverse together, my way. One drawing is adults and the other drawing is children plus Aracuan Bird. And yes, I found inspiration in certain pictures where many people celebrate the New Year at the sea in swimsuits or swimming costumes (bikini and swimming trunks), so I decided to do it in my own way.

Even though I like winter, I still prefer summer and tropical places, and when you are in tropical places, it's summer all year round. Likewise for Christmas and New Year, where Donald and his family and friends went to Brazil with his best friend José Carioca (Zé Carioca) to celebrate the holidays. Especially the New Year. Yes, there are quite a few characters. One drawing features Donald Duck, José Carioca (Zé Carioca), Rosinha Maria Vaz, Panchito Pistoles, Daisy Duck, Nestor, Gyro Gearloose, Fethry Duck, Gus Goose, Drake Mallard, Fenton Crackshell (both reconciled despite their rivalry), Launchpad McQuack , Morgana Macawber, Gandra Dee, Kay K, Lyla Lay and Uno (One).

In the second drawing there are children, mostly drawn in the Quack Pack version, but in my own way. Here are Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, April, May and June Duck, Zico and Zeca Carioca (Ze's nephews), Phooey Duck, Webby Vanderquack, Gosalyn Mallard, Newton Gearloose, Honker Muddlefoot, Minima De Spell, Gene the Genie (aka Gene Boy), Dugan Duck (Fethry's nephew) and Sonny Seagull (Garvey Gull, one of Donald's nephew's best friends who unfortunately lives as a homeless person) and of course, Aracuan Bird, who is adult (with bomb).

I hope you like these drawings! Once again, I wish you happy holidays and a happy New Year 2024! If you like these drawings, feel free to like and reblog this! And please, don't use these same ideas without mentioning me and without my permission! Thank you!

P.S. By the way, this is a gift for all of you, especially fans of Donald Duck and his comics, video games and cartoons. But I dedicate these drawings in particular as my gift to these people, @you-big-palooka , @isabellanajera , @elmer-dat-gander and @fantasticenthusiasttale. I hope you like my gifts for this holiday season! Enjoy and Happy New Year 2024! Hopefully with even more great drawings, especially around Donald Duck.

[disfrutalakia]

Love when Richas just shows up out of nowhere in a new costume and his dads almost die of a heart attack (he is now zé caveira, who for some reason is running away from people who are looking for him and is looking for the doctor (who is also played by Richas) do your lore little skull boy)

[ladyannebennet]

Ships and lyrics i associate with them

"You won't belive half the things i see inside my head,wait till you see half the things that haven't happened yet"-I can see you by Taylor Swift

"we can plant a memory garden,say a solemn prayer,place a poppy in my hair. There's no morning glory It was war it wasn't fair"-The great war by Taylor Swift

"Dining at the Rist we will meet at nine precisely, i will pay the bill, you taste the wine,Driving back in style in my Saloon will do quite nicely, just take me back to yours that will be fine"-Good old fashion lover boy by Queen

"Orgulho ferido,eu estava louco,falei mal de você mas volto atrás. Amor próprio é bom mas o seu é mais"-Me lambe by Jão

"E agora? Oq faço,eu, da vida sem você? Você não me ensinou a te esquecer você só me ensinou a te querer e te querendo,eu vou tentando te encontrar"-Voce não me ensinou a te esquecer by Caitano Veloso

"It's getting late to give you up, i took a sip from my devil's cup. Slowly, it's taking over me" -Toxic by Britney Spears

"Amar não tava nos meus planos,não tava procurando mas eu encontrei e agora tô aqui falando foi o erro mais lindo que eu acertei. Você,você virou o meu mundo de ponta cabeça se um dia do amor duvidei hoje tenho certeza" -Tiro certo by Zé Felipe & Gusttavo Lima

[gionotarrascaeta]

mano bom dia vc não acha que passou do ponto um pouco fazendo piada sobre estar bonito pelado com outra mulher quando a sua (ex) atual tá por perto? talvez se vc fizer uma auto crítica aí veja que não foi de bom tom

Meu mano, veja bem. Primeiro de tudo: vá tomar no seu cu. A Nora é minha AMIGA, sem mais. “Ai Gio, mas vocês transaram uma vez.” Sim, meu bom, e agora qualquer pessoa que transa com outra vira alguma coisa? Não vamo colocar a carroça na frente dos bois, porra, num fode. Segundo que não sei se tu sabe, seu fudido, mas AMIGOS tem intimidade suficiente pra brincar sobre esse tipo de coisa, tiro que você não tem muitos amigos ou é, no mínimo, doente mental. Terceiro que: ela me viu, eu a vi, ela brincou sobre eu ficar bem pelado (e ela não mentiu, que fique claro) porque, de novo: Ela. É. Minha. Amiga! Eu ri, porque ela é comédia e abracei ela e foi isso! A Nora é assim vei, é o jeito dela ou você nunca conheceu? Espero que nunca conheça também, porque não tá merecendo. Se a Kath ficou puta ela podia muito bem ter FALADO comigo, tá ligado? Chegado e falado: porra Giorgian não gostei dessas tuas intimidades e eu teria, tranquilamente, explicado pra ela que não era nada demais e que se eu tô com ela, eu tô com ela e acabou. Não interessa com quem eu já dormi antes, quem eu beijei ou qualquer coisa assim, porra, eu num tô com ela? Então pronto! Que caralho brother, se eu tô com ela é porque eu quero tá com ela. Pô, posso até ter passado do ponto mermo, talvez não tenha sido uma brincadeira legal, mas se ela achou ruim ela precisa falar e não ficar me dando gelo. E tu, zé buceta do caralho, tomara que tu morra virgem, que tu não tem nada a ver com isso. Quando a Kath quiser papo eu tô aqui, como sempre tive pra ela desde que ela quebrou a porcaria do meu nariz.

[altamontpt]

Polivalente x Nicø + Humana Taranja || Galeria Zé dos Bois

EUDAEMONIA, o disco deste ano dos Humana Taranja, soou ainda melhor tocado na ZdB, numa noite cheia de amigos, suor, invasões de palco e crowd surf. É o que acontece quando criaturas de palco se veem no seu habitat natural.

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] EUDAEMONIA, o disco deste ano dos Humana Taranja, soou ainda melhor tocado na ZdB, numa noite cheia de amigos, suor, invasões de palco e crowd surf. É o que acontece quando criaturas de palco se veem no seu habitat natural. Deu-se o milagre da multiplicação na Zé dos Bois (ZdB) na última quinta-feira quando Polivalente e Nicø começaram a tocar. Uma sala…

[nbernardo]

Marina Herlop @ Galeria Zé dos Bois, Lisboa - 15.12.2022 © Nuno Bernardo

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Aaaai Muito obrigada @nartofk 🥹💖💖💖

Então, sobre Panjosé eu meio que não tenho um headcanon único de como eles se apaixonaram porque pra mim sempre depende do universo em que eles se encontram. Os dois nos anos 40 como no filme original? Eles em Ducktales 2017? Eles como humanos?? São possibilidades demais!! Eu gosto muito de juntar o universo dos quadrinhos do Zé com o de Ducktales 2017 então vou basear minha resposta nesse universo meio misturado.

Assim como na série, eu imagino que os Tres Caballeros se conheceram na faculdade em Duckburg e, nesse primeiro momento em que o Panchito e o José se tornaram melhores amigos, eu imagino que não ia rolar uma paixão louca mas ia sim ter o início de um crush.

Em parte porque eu imagino que o Zé na faculdade, aluno transferido do Brasil, ia ser o maior arroz de festa de todos os tempos. 19 anos, engraçado, charmoso, pegador com aquela energia "exótica" mas trazendo toda a bagagem imatura que ele tem nos quadrinhos dele nas costas. Não consigo imaginar ele preparado pra uma relação séria! Simplesmente não ia rolar porque, sim, Zé Carioca, "BAD BOY", vagabundo romântico e ouvinte de pagode, tem medo de se deixar vulnerável e se apaixonar de verdade.

Já o Panchito ia ter menos problemas quando o assunto é inseguranças (embora ele também tenha as deles), na minha opinião. Mas acho que principalmente quando jovem ele teria expectativas demais sobre como é se apaixonar. Eu gosto de envisionar o Panchito sendo um cara extremamente romântico que, claro, tem suas peguetes na faculdade, mas ainda assim tem aquele sonho de viver um grande amor verdadeiro, casar e viver junto até morrer.

Então imagina se em um momento, o Zé e o Panchito, em alguma festa da facul, tarde da noite, música torando, já meio altos de seja lá o que se toma em festa gringa, resolvem ficar. Pro Zé significaria diversão, só uns beijinhos, nada demais. Pro Panchito, que é um pouquiiiinho mais emocionado seria "meu Deus, começamos a namorar 😍"

No dia seguinte as coisas se esclarecem e fica um clima meio esquisito entre os dois por um tempo. O Zé não conseguiria corresponder aos sentimentos ou expectativas do Panchito mas os dois concordam que o melhor realmente é os dois continuarem apenas na amizade. Até porque eu imagino que se eles tentassem namorar durante a faculdade eles se AUTO DESTRUIRIAM, NÃO IA DAR CERTO NÃO 💀

Depois da facul, os três amigos meio que se distanciam naturalmente, Panchito e Zé voltam pros seus países, e as coisas seguem como vemos na série. Nesse meio tempo eu imagino que o Zé também volte a namorar a Rosinha por alguns anos, não tantos quanto nos quadrinhos mas por um tempo considerável. Apenas o suficiente pras eles viverem um romance em que um claramente se importa com o outro, eles tem uma química maneira mas, novamente, o Zé não consegue respeitar a Rosinha 100% e em algum momento ela também aprende que não é obrigação dela cuidar desse marmanjo 😭 Depois de uns 3 anos indo e voltando, Zé e Rosinha terminam (é muita terapia pra um casal só), mas eu gosto de imaginar que após um período de ajuste, os dois conseguem manter uma amizade saudável entre ex-namorados.

Acho que pro Zé "aprender com os erros" só com muita terapia porque putaquepariu, é um acúmulo de muitas coisas erradas com esse papagaio que só mesmo uma intervenção pra ajudar... Até acho que ele seria meio cabeça dura sobre querer mudar, porque exige muito esforço e todo mundo sabe que o Zé não é fã. Porém, se em DT17 a gente vê que até o pato Donald faz terapia, acho que existe esperança pro Zé Carioca também.

Por esses motivos eu gosto muito de imaginar Panjosé nesse cenário sendo um casal que se forma quando tanto o Zé como o Panchito já estão mais maduros e vividos. Acho que após o episódio "The Town Where Everyone Was Nice", (a primeira vez que esses dois aparecem em DT17) é quando eles se reconectam e voltam a conversar com mais frequência. Embora principalmente a distância, já que cada um ainda tem sua vida em países diferentes, um no México e o outro no Brasil. Mas a partir daí uma chama de interesse entre os dois começa a se reacender.

Nesse período de reconexão quando os Tres Caballeros se reencontram e veem o quanto todos mudaram desde a faculdade, mas ao mesmo tempo não, retomar a amizade é super fácil e todos passam horas aprendendo sobre o que cada um tem feito da vida (sem mentiras dessa vez). Imagina, a última vez que Panchito e José se viram deviam ter uns 22 anos, e agora tem 37. Porém as conversas fluem super fácil e é como se eles nunca tivessem se separado em primeiro lugar. Acho que aos poucos seria muito natural se o carinho de uma amizade se tornasse em algo romântico, se aquele crush esquecido da faculdade finalmente tivesse espaço pra desabrochar. Até porque, os dois envelheceram que nem vinho aos olhos um do outro, né 😉👌

Após a segunda aparição dos dois em "Louie's Eleven" é quando eu acredito que eles começam a namorar de verdade pra ver se dá certo. Eles continuam um relacionamento a distância por um ou dois anos com alguns encontros nesse meio tempo. Tem que ter os dates no Rio, Salvador, Guadalajara e por aí vai, só lugar bom. Nada como viajar junto pra saber se alguém é compatível com você.

Depois desse período eu gosto de imaginar que FINALMENTE o Panchito e José decidem morar juntos e o Paco se estabelece no Rio de Janeiro com o Zé na Vila Xurupita. Todo ano eles passam uma temporada no México pra visitar a família do Paco também.

Sobre casamento... embora agora o Zé não tenha mais medo realmente de compromisso, eu gosto de pensar que não é uma prioridade na vida dos dois. Acho que seria engraçado se o Zé que sempre fez tanta questão de se ver livre desse tipo de "amarra" agora caísse nessa vida de namorido fiel sem preocupação nenhuma e, o Panchito, que antes era desesperado pra achar alguém e riscar 'casamento' da lista de desejos, acabasse sem pressa nenhuma pra "oficializar" a relação dessa forma. Os dois se sentem felizes e seguros independente de ter papel passado ou não, mas imagino que no decorrer dos anos eles possam sim vir a se casar. Quem iria propor?? BOA PERGUNTA, não sei! Consigo imaginar os dois pedindo a mão um do outro facilmente. Embora se o Zé fosse quem pedisse primeiro seria um arco incrível de superação 😂

[dreorig]

ok, perhaps i'm overanalyzing stuff but i think Terano's backstory was inspired by City of God (a brazilian film)??? look, i'll put everything under keep reading so it won't be too long but holy shit it makes sense i swear

i linked the description of the film above so i won't explain much. i'm just explaining in case you don't want to get outta tumblr kshfsjvj anyways... as you already guessed, the film takes place in brazil (duhhh) but more specifically, in the city of rio de janeiro. the film portraits the lives of poor people who live in a (real!) favela called cidade de deus (city of god) so yeah, that's where the title comes from. of all these people, it's mostly focused on telling the history of this dude called Zé Pequeno (or Lil Dice for my fellow english speakers) and the short version is: he's a drug dealer, he uses young boys (who are poor and need money to buy food, clothes, etc) to work for him doing some errands, teaches them how to shoot, kill, etc. i'm not spoiling the whole film but at the end these same children will kill him (here's the link if you want to check out the scene. it shows no blood or anything since it's from a different character's pov but you hear gunshots. also just skip to 2:00 minutes). and that's, my friends, the point i wanted to reach!!

Terano, just like these boys, lives in a favela in rj, was taught by Dino (who plays the same role as Lil Dice) that violence is the only way — he was still a baby when he first killed someone. with violence he could gain power and money, with violence he could escape his reality (a sick mother and poverty, who would want to keep on living like that?). at the end, he killed Dino — not the same reason as the boys in the film, no, but that's not the point. the point is that he bit back the person who put him in that path, just like the boys and became the leader of the gang, just like the boys!!!

so, am i just crazy or???

[maythearo]

JAMIL NEWS!!!

Jamil Viper was found at the streets of Pernambuco, enjoying the Carnaval and dancing frevo! In a exclusive interview, he said his favorite food is acarajé and coxinha

Jokes aside, I really like the idea of Scarabia duo, Octatrio and Savannaclaw enjoying Brazil! And I really like that Malleus would use something similar to that Hawaiian shirt he bought in the Yasmina silk event (I really don't know what that shirts name, I just know its the same as the Genie in the end of Aladdin). And I also love thinking about Jamil using traditional São João outfit (mano, ele com uma camisa xadrez vermelha e preta... Oh homem lindo).

I want to claim Jamil as Brazilian, but I can't-

Do you have any HCs like that?

And omg you opened comissions!!!! I'm so happy, even if I don't have money for it, IM STILL VERY HAPPY FOR U FOR A REASON I CAN'T EXPLAIN, I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY!

Beijitos!

- The BR Jamil Simp Anon

First of all, you're so sweet, thank you 😫 and second ANON LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU'RE MAKING MY BRAIN GO NUTS CAUSE I WANNA DRAW ALL OF THAT, AS A GOOD BRAZILIAN ARTIST WOULD! Also hello Jamil bbygirl what are you doing here in Brazil haha twirls hair twirls hair

Omg I'm thinking on the spot rn of some good br headcanons, and I completely agree with you, out of all the dorms, Scarabia, Octavinelle and Savanaclaw would definitely vibe the most in Brazil. Hold on lemme breath in before I shove all my hcs into this post hold on. Eng speaking mutuals and followers I will hold yall hostage to listen to my insane rambles ok here we go

First and foremost, I just know Ruggie is brazilian 100%, and I think we can all agree to that, he's our boy 🙌 he would absolutely drag Leona and Jack around, getting them to try a little bit of everything whenever they get the chance. The hyena boy would pile a bunch of stuff on Jack's arms saying "You HAVE to try this snack- wait have some caldo de cana too... OH you can't forget this piece of candy-" and last thing you know Jack is just buried under pounds of little treats and trinkets.

I personally visited very little States here, but at least around São Paulo and Rio, one of my favorite things to do is to browse those classic, super pretty handmade jewelry they sell on the beach, decorated with crystals and stones, and I just want to get them all even though I might not even use half of the stuff I buy. But anyways, Leona doing that. Leona getting tererê de cabelo to go with the braids. He's gonna spend so much money with clothes and accessories and he's gonna look stunning doing it.

Btw btw I'm obsessed with a store called Atame (@/voudeatame on ig) they have the most brazilian jewelry and clothes ever and the designs are gorge, I should draw Leona wearing something inspired by that someday 😭

Bro if there's anything we all learn in major tourist spots is that you gotta be smart with prices and everything, keep an eye out to not get scammed, unfortunately... But you know what, Octavinelle is just chill with that. You think anyone can scam AZUL? That's impossible. Anyone tries anything with the octatrio, the person is just gonna get scammed back. Jokes aside, I picture Floyd wearing the good ol havaianas, shorts, and maybe #those glasses wherever he goes, Jade might even go along with it every now and then, why not.

This randomly reminds me of Ace cause his casual outfits definitely exclusively consist of that + a random football team shirt. I couldn't care less about football but listen. Corinthians. Simply cause he's annoying and that would be very in character of him (É MEMES, NAO ME MATEM CORINTHIANOS)

Have you ever noticed how Trey looks like the twst version of Zé Carioca. Let that sink in.

Thinking about Malleus, don't you think he would love to visit historical towns and monuments? There's so much history in our architecture, he'd find most fascinating I'm sure.

I just know Jamil and Kalim would absolutely own the dance floor in carnaval, like. No dobts about that. Kalim specially, would love to participate in any bloquinhos de carnaval if he could. Sounds exhausting for me to even be amongst a single one, but okay Kalim, get it I guess 💃 Scarabia and Brazil we share vibes!!!!!

You mentioned the São João fit, and I also thought of Epel, that boy invented Festa Junina, fr. He throws biribinha/estalinhos everywhere to piss off Vil. Also Jamil oh homem perfeito c é doido, n é possível uma coisa dessas.

São João stalls under the management of Octavinelle and it's hell on earth

Sam would open a famous lojinha de 1,99 for sure, I will not elaborate. Oh also whenever I stumble upon frog shaped reco-reco I think of him, I think he would sell them idk idk

Ruggie will show Kalim those brown colored glass plate sets every grandma got in their houses, and tell him they are indestructible.

"Jamil, Jamil! Check this out! Ruggie says these plates NEVER break! Oh we need to have them in Scarabia, pleeaseee!"

"What do you mean they never break? No, Kalim don't-"

Kalim throws it to the floor, it immediately shatters in a million pieces. "I think it hit a weird angle, that must be it."

Idia = alanzoka

Me @ Jamil: