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DÍA 19 - LOTERÍA MEXICANA "A kiss, if you really are as brave as you say" Panchito and José as lotería figures having a little bit of fun ✨

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Post vacay and coming in to drop fanart of characters only me and 5 other people care about check ✅ For a while I felt like drawing this Rosinha friend group formed by butch beauty Liu and drag appreciator Edu, both from Zé Carioca comics fame. I love these three letter named icons, I wish they would come back for more stories!!!

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Day 8: Reunion

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Cuento ohh spooky

Opa! Who would have thought I would come back that soon? With an AU where Panchito is the Charro Negro? NO WAY....DOOMED YAOI??? Jokes apart, is good to be back. Credits to my friend @panchitosoyyo for introducing me to this mexican tale of the Charro Negro S2

PS: Oh yeah, thats not a genderbend!

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DÍA 17 - CHARRERÍA!!!

Panchito just having the time of his life for today's prompt! I love this silly little guy sm

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DÍA 19 - LOTERÍA MEXICANA "A kiss, if you really are as brave as you say" Panchito and José as lotería figures having a little bit of fun ✨

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Día 15: Cuento

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I never thought I’d make a thirst-trap video for a cartoon Rooster named Panchito but here we are!

Music: Nasty Dog - Sir Mix-a-Lot

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Day 3: Saudade

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sei que a febre online de hilda furacão já acabou mas nossa acabei de ter a ideia de panchito como fiel católico santinho e o zé de hilda o vadio mais cobiçado da cidade seduzindo o padre

o zé, com aquele sorrisinho dele: quem é o Satanás, eu? 😏

ANYWAYS ZÉ CARIOCA AND PANCHITO HILDA FURACÃO AU

KKKKKKK pior que toda vez que eu lembro da Hilda Hurricane bombando no tiktok gringo eu não paro de rir. E PIOR AINDA é que você tbm não é a primeira pessoa a comentar aqui sobre um AU de Hilda Furacão!! Eu nuca assisti a minissérie mas slá amo esse tipo de dinâmica, então desenhei um negócio. Acho que vou aproveitar que o xitter não volta tão cedo pra assistir Hilda-

Non portuguese speakers don't fret, just watch these edits x x x LMAO

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Saudades! (of all the girls he fumbled)

José was a idiota safado, and he still kinda is. the amount of bad bitches he losted because he was just that much of a cara de pau is impressive (Mona, Glória, Doremi, Lili, and Rosinha (i wish)).

We believe in a redemption arc for him...

I also wanted to say that I'm not going to post as often this month because I'm still studying for my ENEM exam! but I'll try to draw some other stuff to the event!

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For @mesdelostrescaballeros2024 ‘s Three Caballeros September event!

Week 1 - Zé

September 3rd - Saudade

Sometimes he remembers things that happened forever ago. Not very often, mainly because the memories are faded and fuzzy, faces blurry with no real features, but there were times where he would catch a certain smell or noise that would make him remember.

The clean smell of ivory soap.

Light curtains blowing from a breeze.

A soft warm blanket.

A woman, softly humming a gentle tune that has no real melody.

These things and a few more reminded him always of her.

His Mãe.

There weren’t too many memories, he had gotten lost when he was barely three years old, so sometimes he wondered if the memories he had of her were real and not something he made up to not feel so sad as a child. He had no recollection of his Papa and hoped that was because his small brain could only think of her and not that she was a single mom, who then lost her child. When it was quiet and no one was around he would think of her and get a strange ache in his chest that would grow almost until he could no longer breathe.

The way she would laugh, a little nasally, which he wondered if she had given him her nose because his laugh sometimes sounded like that too.

How she would rock and hold him, a constant movement, as if she were dancing him to sleep which he liked to think was where he got his love for it.

He would wonder what his life would have been like if he hadn’t wandered off, if she had found him after only a few days, held him close as they went back home. Maybe he wouldn’t be so lazy or such a con artist, maybe he would have had a better education and been able to put his smarts towards a conventional goal. Would she have been proud of him if he did well in things like school or sports? Would she be proud of him now?

That thought always gives him such an overwhelming feeling of loss that he panics and has to district himself somehow. He sometimes hates these memories because he had people there for him when he was a child, Nestor and Pedrão’s families, warm and welcoming to him even though he had been just a kid off of the streets. They had loved him like they were his actual parents, made sure he didn’t go hungry and that he had a warm comfortable bed to sleep in each night.

They were his family.

He felt ungrateful when he would get these thoughts in his head, like they weren’t enough for him and they had somehow lacked what his mãe had been. How would he even know? He never really knew her.

Zé let out a loud sigh, mentally pushing all the longing and sad thoughts out of his brain and body with that breath. He shook himself, the goosebumps on his arms rising under his feathers with a small strange chill before it settled. Then, like that, he was okay again and he pushed himself up to go help Nestor in the kitchen, grinning when he saw that the vulture was covered in flour.

“You only needed a cup! How did this happen?” Zé laughed and rolled his eyes when Nestor gave him a very rude hand gesture in response.

Yes. This was his family. Fully and completely

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DAY 2 - EPISÓDIO DE PRAIA Zico and Zeca help their favorite uncle Zé get the perfect tan 😎👐

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I wanted to make a Fem!Jose Carioca /FemZe for Day 1: Dance. Donald calls her Josie, sometimes Joe. He can't get enough of her.

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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.

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DIA 1 - DANÇA Zé and Nestor dancing for the first day of the Mes de Los Tres Caballeros event! Based on this Tiktok that I absolutely love and rewatch every single month LMAO