dorim

🇧🇷 illustrator | any pronoun mainly Braport pt-br and eng

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¡Diseño oficial de Brasil! 🇧🇷

[doremile]

Um au baseado em Good Omens (q definitivamente se encerrou), no qual Brasil era um anjo sob a tutela de Portugal, que tinha uns planos muitos suspeitos e pra não ser pego jogou a culpa no pupilo, que foi punido com a queda para o inferno.

Os séculos se passaram, com encontros e desencontros entre eles. Até o fatídico dia em que os dois tem que agir pelos próprios interesses para o mundo não acabar e perderem suas comodidades que a sociedade humana os proporcionavam. E até um deles terem a manifestação de uma pena branca/negra em suas asas, convivendo mais e percebendo a verdadeira natureza de ambos.

No fim, Luciano a contragosto volta ao céu, e Afonso amargo desce ao inferno, como era para ter sido no principio e agora é sempre. Amém.

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youth

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I think... if these two were similar, kind of like the vibe in Port and Spain... they're similar too but deny their differences, while Mex and Brazil embrace them and kiss //delulu

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Mas brincadeira com halftones ihuu

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CW: blood and violence

"Me derrubaste como quem me nega"

A bit of HC after visiting some places related to Brazil's history:

I imagined Lu completely snapping when he gets the news that Brazil will go back to being subordinate to Portugal, because of the demands made by the people for the royal family's return. He's hit with a mix of awful feelings.

The weight of everything crashes down on him, and he can't process it. All that resentment, building up so quickly toward Afonso, who lied, omitted, denied, ignored, imposed for three centuries...

Prodigal, but never a prodigy. Its a fact that Brazil was an extractive colony, and those kinds of colonies aren't meant to develop much. He didn't have access to education, investment, infrastructure, nothing that would make independence easier. And once Luciano finally got all of that (when Brazil became the capital of the empire) it was already too late to undo what had been done and Afonso didn't even notice the damage. And Luciano confronted him with raw fury, with no time to enjoy his freedom.

So in a direct confrontation, with Independence already declared and Luciano having to take care of his own territory, Afonso was already a threat (still holding influence over provinces more loyal to him than to Lu) and stirring up conflicts over Brazilian territory.

Just a reminder: these are personal headcanons for fictional characters, dont take it too seriously

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Looks like someone forgot the wine glasses

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The announcement's out! Im taking part in the Hetalia 20-anniversary zine aaaaa I cant wait to show what I've been working on since last year

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Friday Prompt! Gangster AU

Luciano remembered watching Afonso vomiting on the floor, too drunk to even reach the bathroom. He remembered how his speech would start to slurr, his eyes droopy as he got drunk 2 to 3 times a week. He didn't seem to care about anything else when he drank, made stupid mistakes, and his district paid for it.

Luciano hated it. He hated him for being like this.

Which was why he was so conflicted as he watched Afonso expertecly prepare his clients drinks while talking to them. His eyes bright and alert. According to his sources, Afonso stopped drinking 3 years ago, so... right after Jaguar's rebellion. Around the time he got his shit together and started cleaning up his district too.

On one hand, he was impressed by the old man, on the other he was resentful.

How come he turned his life around after Luciano was no longer a part of it?

"Didn`t knew you became a priest," Luciano mocks him when he refuses the caipirinha shots he ordered for both of them.

"I don`t drink during work days," Afonso replies, "It's called self control. You should try it, since I've noticed you started smoking."

"Tsc..." Luciano scoffs, annoyed by the sermon. Afonso ignores him to focus on his work. Some time later he notices Luciano was gone, good, the brat won't bother him for a while.

An hour later he hears laughing from the second floor. Luciano was sharing a table with a guy, both were smiling, the guy was rubbing his ankle on Luciano's leg under the table. A warm and silent rage fills Afonso but he quickly shook his head. No sir, he won't be amusing those dumb feelings. Luciano was free to be with whoever he wanted.

But it was hard to keep himself composed when it was the third time this week that he saw him with that same man. He had to excuse himself to his office when he sees both leave earlier after Luciano whispers something in that guy's ears.

"Stop being ridiculous," Afonso thinks while chugging water. In the past he would be opening a bottle to deal with the frustration. Damn it, the brat was reminding him of bad habits.

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"Are we done here?" Luciano yawns, it has been an hour already and Afonso was still keeping him there to talk about business.

"No, I'm still not satisfied with the price you're charging me for the cachaça"

"I'm pratically giving it to you for free!" Luciano groans, "I have a date, I can't be here all day talking about numbers with you."

"I don`t care about your stupid date." That came more angry than he expected. Luciano smirks.

"Why? Jealous?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh, someone will. Later."

Afonso has enough. He gets up, making Luciano tense, thinking he was about to punch him. Instead he's pinned and taken into a kiss. Luciano respond as intensely as him

They break apart to breath "Ah", Luciano chuckles "Found what you're still addicted to..."

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Braport with halftone brush text

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A noite já tinha descido pesada sobre a rua, tingindo o concreto de um brilho úmido sob a luz amarelada do poste, enquanto o bar continuava vivo logo atrás — vozes embaralhadas, copos tilintando, risadas atravessadas por uma tensão constante. Sentado na calçada, com as costas apoiadas na parede áspera, Capitão levava o cigarro aos lábios com uma lentidão quase ritualística, como se cada tragada fosse menos sobre vício e mais sobre manter a mente no lugar. A fumaça subia em espirais preguiçosas, desfazendo-se no ar abafado da noite, e por alguns segundos ele conseguia fingir que tudo aquilo — os mafiosos, as dívidas, os erros — estavam longe. Então vieram os passos. Firmes, pesados, inconfundíveis. A luz do poste foi parcialmente engolida por uma sombra maior antes mesmo que ele levantasse os olhos, e quando o fez, lá estava Jaguar, preenchendo o espaço com sua presença incômoda e inevitável. A sobrancelha arqueada, a expressão entre interrogativa e levemente desdenhosa.

— O que você tá fazendo aqui fora, velho?

Capitão não respondeu de imediato. Apenas retirou o cigarro da boca e o ergueu entre os dedos, indicando o óbvio, como se aquilo bastasse. Jaguar continuou olhando, sem comprar a resposta tão fácil, o silêncio se estendendo entre os dois até que ele se sentou ao lado, ocupando espaço como sempre fazia, como se o mundo tivesse que se ajustar a ele.

— Você tá esquisito ultimamente… — continuou, a voz mais baixa, mas não menos direta. — Aéreo. Nem se estressa mais com minhas piadas.

Capitão soltou a fumaça devagar, os olhos caídos em algum ponto perdido do chão. Não disse nada. E aquilo dizia demais. Jaguar observou, o olhar endurecendo por um instante antes de suspirar, virando o rosto pra frente enquanto abraçava as próprias pernas.

— Se tiver algum problema, eu resolvo — disse, simples, como se fosse a coisa mais natural do mundo. — Dinheiro, gente enchendo o saco… é só falar.

Capitão virou o olhar de leve, apenas o suficiente pra encará-lo de canto. Como explicar que muitos dos problemas tinham o nome dele? Que estavam ali, ao seu lado, respirando o mesmo ar? Não dava. Não naquela noite. O que escapou foi só um riso baixo, seco, quase sem força, mas real o bastante pra quebrar o padrão dos últimos dias.

A reação veio imediata. Jaguar se virou bruscamente, soltando as pernas, os olhos cravados nele como se tivesse sido atingido por aquilo.

— …Você riu.

Capitão balançou a cabeça, um resquício de diversão atravessando o cansaço, e respondeu com a voz rouca:

— Tá agindo igual quando era pequeno.

Jaguar franziu o cenho, claramente incomodado.

— Do que você tá falando?

— Quando você nem batia na minha cintura… — Capitão continuou, levando o cigarro de volta aos lábios. — E ficava dizendo que ia crescer pra ser meu herói. Que ia cuidar de mim, resolver tudo.

O bufar veio imediato, acompanhado de um leve desvio de olhar.

— Idiota…

Os braços se cruzaram numa tentativa falha de parecer indiferente, mas o rubor discreto nas bochechas entregava mais do que ele gostaria. O silêncio voltou a se instalar entre os dois, mas dessa vez não era pesado.

Capitão voltou a olhar pra frente, tragando mais uma vez, quando sentiu o peso em seu ombro. Jaguar tinha se inclinado, ainda de braços cruzados, apoiando a cabeça nele como se aquilo não significasse nada. Era quase cômico, um homem daquele tamanho, todo força e postura, usando-o de apoio como fazia anos atrás. A expressão dele era fechada, distante, como se estivesse apenas… ali. Mas o leve roçar da cabeça contra seu ombro contava outra história.

— Não pensa besteira — murmurou Jaguar, quase inaudível, sem levantar a cabeça.

Capitão soltou um sopro baixo de riso pelo nariz, os olhos suavizando por um instante.

— Tarde demais pra isso.

O silêncio voltou mais uma vez, mas agora era confortável. A fumaça continuava subindo devagar no ar, e Afonso permitiu que um sorriso pequeno, cansado, mas sincero atravessasse seu rosto. Porque, no fim, aquele garoto — homem, problema, abrigo — ainda era, ao mesmo tempo, a melhor e a pior coisa que já tinha acontecido com ele.

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É lindo todas as interações sutis entre eles, o amor está no ar 🥺

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Braport with halftone brush test

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Friday Prompt!

It had been 100 years since Luciano saw Afonso sail away. He got used to not seeing him or hearing him. The table they used to sat together, the couch, the beds, even the house they shared were long gone.

Luciano was left with the promise to build his own future, while Afonso remained in his past as a memory. He couldn't even remember his face or his voice anymore.

So his hands shook a little as he held the letter from one of his polititians informing him that Afonso was attending the 100 year celebration of his independence.

He could be anyone in the crowd, and that made his chest ache even more.

Luciano looks around, he studies every face, tries to pay attention to the voices, anything that could spark a memory of him.

He had long forgot his face, his voice and his smell. The Luciano of the past forced himself to forget, he silently curses him.

Luciano manages to enjoy the celebrations with his people. He was happy with them, and free. But that missing piece still bothered him like a stone in his shoe, on his way to the ceremony he bumps into someone and apologizes, and something about the person makes him stop.

Lavender, it smelled like lavander.

The strange man looks at him as if waiting for his reaction, but Luciano is pulled by an assistant before he could recognize his face.

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Friday Prompt - Gangster AU

District 55 was famous for it's february parties because of it's scale and style. Everyone was free to attend, regardless of their District. However, every year, 15 lucky District leaders received what was called "the exclusive" ticket. A rainbow colored invitation that was allowed them into a secret party hosted by the Jaguar himself.

Those parties were infamous. Alliances were made, deals where struck and businesses had been created. It meant being part of the club. It meant power.

Afonso wasn't surprised that he had never been invited, which was why as he stared at the rainbow colored paper in his hands he thought someone was either pranking him or setting a trap.

He held the paper carefully. It looked real from the descriptions he had heard and the photos he had seen.

Why?

Afonso closed his office door and stared at the invitation for a long time. He imagined what it would be like going to that party, seeing other district leaders, some who knew what had happened to him and his fall of grace. Luciano overseeing the whole event, staring at Afonso with a satisfied grin.

His chest tighted.

After a second of hesitation, Afonso put the invitation back into the envelope and walked back into the bar where the Jaguar's messenger was was still waiting, his face confused when Afonso handed him back the envelope.

"Please thank your boss for his kindness, but inform him that I decline."

Without another word, he walked back into his office.

Afonso was taking notes of this month's sellings when his phone rang. He had a feeling about who it might be.

"Estou?"

"So you just declined something I have people fighting with knifes over it huh?" Jaguar mocks "Are you getting senile, old man?"

"I happen to not be much impressed with rainbow colored invitations."

"Well, to bad for you, the invite is still open. Even if you don't accept it, your name`s still on the list."

Afonso sighs "Why are you insisting so much? Want to make fun of me that badly?"

Jaguar is silent for a second, his tone changes "This is how you see this? That I'm giving the invite that could be given to any other guy that I know would gladly accept just to make fun of you? I have cheaper ways to do that. Get yourself something nice to wear, I will be waiting" he hangs up.

After much thinking, he decides to go. Perhaps would be a perfect opportunity to gather information from drunk lips for blackmailing. He follows the instructions given by Jaguar and meets one of his henchmen at the indicated location. They inform him they must cover his face.

The car moves and he is allowed to see again when he reaches a building that looks abandoned from the outside. Afonso is stopped at the entrance by a masked lady, wearing nothing but feathers and a glittery underwear, requesting his invitation. He gets a bit anxious, considering he gave it away, but Rio, one of Jaguar`s underlings, comes for his aid.

"The boss gave him a permit, let he in"

The lady nods and smiles at him. Rio drags him away while wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Long time no see, eh cap? I actually doubted you would really come."

"I'd never miss a chance to spend your boss's booze stack"

He laughs loudly "I have stuff to take care now. Enjoy the party, Poncho."

Afonso smirk dissapears and turns into annoyance.

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The event was filled with light, glitter, colors and half naked ladies and guys. Afonso was given a mask to match the atmosphere. He could recognize a few guests, he wasn`t surprise to see Francis and Feliciano there, but Kiku was one big surprise.

Jaguar shows up later, his suit was like if made of gold and his hand had rings all over his fingers. When he smiled, grillz incrusted with diamond made his sharp tooth smile. Always a show off, Afonso thinks.

He was fine not interacting much with the other guests, he suspects only Francis notice his presence, which may become a problem later since the frenchman couldn`t hold his tongue. He was finishing his cocktail when ringed hands touches his shoulder.

"You could try not act like this is a funeral" says Jaguar.

"Just because I'm not making a fool of myself doesn`t mean I'm not enjoying it" he gestures towards Feliciano, who was being fed grapes by a couple of giggling ladies.

"Oh, dont judge." Jaguar grabs the drink that was destined to Afonso and takes a swig from it "We all need a moment to let loose, even if its once a year. This is why I like to host this party, y'know?"

"But it`s dangerous to be so careless."

"Is that so?" the younger man smirks "But, it's not better to regret being a fool than regret not being one just for the fun of it."

His breath had a lingering smell of alcohol. Afonso was also tipsy himself. A moment to let loose...

"If you want, I can hock you up with one of our beauties. I know they would love to entertain a charming old man like you."

Charming?

"I didn`t came here for hookers"

Jaguar snorts "Hey, don`t offend them like this..."

He is surprised when Afonso pulls him closer

"I like bigger prizes."

Jaguar let go of the stolen drink and makes Afonso follow him to a distant window with a huge silk curtain falling like a cascade. Afonso is pushed into the wall and kissed by the younger man, he is engulfed by the silk and the smell of his cologne.

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Here is their moment captured during Carnival and Valentine's Day

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Ahh @claratcs fico feliz demais de fazer parte dos seus artistas favoritos 🥺💕