I wanted to make a pride related drawing of my OCs since I was too anxious to go to the local parade today, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out despite being sketchy. I think I like this style. The only thing I’m not that happy with is that I in the end didn’t draw everyone in the heart but eh, that’s for a bigger project and I can't draw all of them now.
My gay ass is gonna rest a little because it's been a long schoolyear all.
(*whispers* I love your blog and you are amazing) What are the 2ps relationship with their 1ps?
Thank you and you’re all amazing to me!! Hope you like the post <3
2p America: Allen loves to flirt with “porkchop”.He does not feel atracted by him, nut really enjoys to see the blonde american reactions to his naughty actions.
2p England: Talking in facebook language, it’s complicated. At first, Arthur got really annoyed by Oliver’s cheerful personality and his missing of a definition for “personal space”, but after talking with him sometimes, he can endure his 2p (the tsundere way of saying that he likes him). Oliver helps him with cooking and takes him on bars sometimes.
2p France: Francis is the second most annoying person in François life (only losing to Oliver). He can’t stand somebody talking about love and positive things all the time, so he does not like to see him.
2p China: In this case, the opposite happens. Yao can’t be in a place with Yang. Not because he hates him, but because he is an “old man acting like a horny teenager boy that is a very bad influence-aru.”
2p Russia: They respect each other. Of course it could be a friendship, but Viktor is not really good with things like that. But he tries to help Ivan with his “anger problems”, and even gave him a book about that.
2p Canada: Best fucking friends with even a hint of a crush. Matt loves the adorable canadian, that can always cheer him up but at the same time that knows that he is a complicated man that needs space sometimes. They like to play hockey, eat pancakes, you know, canadian cliche stuff.
2p Italy: Even worst than François reaction. Luciano can’t stand the fact that there is a version of his amazing self that is so “yay yay”, so clingy with everyone and specially with a german, so coward and such of a crybaby (even though he is a crybaby himself cofcof).
2p Germany: Lutz really likes his counterpart (who can blame him? this dude loves everyone) and tries to make him be less serious and less mr. right. Ludwig does not has a lot of patience with this fact, but they drink together sometimes.
2p Japan: They respect each other a lot and have a nice friendship. Once in a time they get together to chance informations about the differences between the two worlds. And about anime. Yeah, mostly about anime.
2p Austria: They don’t like each other a lot. Rolland thinks that his counterpart is a “boring rich boy” and Roderich thinks that the other austrian is “a satanic version of Prussia”. And they both think that the other has a bad taste when it comes to music.
2p Prussia: Gillen loves Gilbert. Not in a romantic way, but his counterpart always tries to make him feel better about himself, so it’s not only a good relationship, but it’s also good for his psychological health. They like to play videogames together.
Dating Francis 'Ajax' Freeman would include (Plus Size Edition):
A/N: This is a request by @wolverinesgirl14 and I have written this to be as inclusive as I can! I apologize if you may not feel included. If that’s the case, you can always send me requests for more of these or drabbles/one-shots!
This is more detailed than other lists for a specific request!
- You’d have some sort of friendship with Angel before Ajax even makes an effort.
- You’d gain Angel’s respect through training with her…even after she’d nicknamed you ‘Chuckie’…because you threw up the first three times she trained you.
- Angel wouldn’t admit it but she’d take on Ajax if you’d said he looked at you sideways.
- There being a total lack of privacy in the warehouse and so Ajax accidentally walks in on you changing.
- More than once.
- Trying to hide from him when he does and avoiding him like the plague, in the warehouse.
- Francis finally cornering you and demanding to know why.
- When he finds out it’s because you were embarrassed by your stretch marks and your scars, he gives you the best advice he knows how to give. Simple and blunt.
- ‘You don’t need to be embarrassed by those things. They’re normal. They’re a part of you. Look at how far you’ve come. How strong you are. Stronger than I thought you were. Your body is capable and the only one you’ve got.’
- ‘Between you and me, I quite like your body.’ *trademark smirk*
- Going with Ajax on missions as a ‘bodyguard’.
- Francis being proud of you when you manage to defend him with your powers.
- Getting cornered by Francis when he returns from missions, caged in by his body and kissed like tomorrow doesn’t exist.
- A strong sense of mutual respect and treating each other as equals. You might not be as strong or as skilled as Francis but your powers are second to none and your business savvy is all your own.
- Convincing Francis to let you see your friends…which means you take Francis as a bodyguard and he lurks in the background.
- Your friends pouting because no guys will come up to your group and if they do, they immediately take off again.
- You knowing full-well it’s because Ajax is glaring and towering above anyone who comes close.
- Making physical affection as casual as possible and allowing Francis to become more comfortable with it.
- Stitching up Francis when Wade’s beaten the crap out of him.
- Henchmen returning to the warehouse, mysteriously battered and bruised the day after making comments about your weight and appearance.
- Neither Francis nor Angel would admit to being responsible but you’d see the bruised knuckles.
- Managing to sneak candid shots of Francis and Angel, taping them to your dresser.
- Francis discovering them but not mentioning them. Instead, he takes his own candids of you and tapes them alongside the ones you’d taken. Leaving them for you to find.
- Working out exactly how to push his buttons.
- Like strutting around your room in your panties and Francis’ shirt.
- Usually leading to Francis pinning you against the wall, lifting you and carrying you to the bed.
- Which he’d do, simply because he knew you loved that he could.
- Francis would basically worship your curves. With his hands, his lips. Much like how you often appreciated his muscles ;)
- Getting to realise that 'Ajax’ only comes out when he deems that you or Angel are under threat.
- Seeing more and more of who 'Francis’ actually is.
- Being guided out of your shell and pushed out of your comfort zone. By both Francis and Angel and it only makes you grow.
- Francis laying with you on his chest, telling you how incredibly frustrating you were in the beginning. All smirks and small smiles.
- Then confessing how proud he is…and that he never understood why Wade fought so hard for Vanessa, but after you came into his life…he knows he would do anything to keep you safe.
- 'I love you’s wouldn’t be said often and usually only by you, but when Francis comes out with 'be safe’, 'I’m proud of you’, 'you’re gorgeous’ etc is his way of saying it to you.
- His smile (that’s only ever reserved for you) and his arms becoming your home. As your smile and your embrace is his home.
A/N: I feel like this is missing something, so please don’t hesitate to give me some feedback! I wanna make the best work foe you guys!
(I hope you enjoy– Ladybug!Ludwig and ChatNoir!Francis)
“How does one romance another?” Francis bemoaned, slouching at his table in dismay.
Antonio laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “It is a surprise that you are asking me this, Francis. You are the most wanted boy in Paris.”
“I don’t want to woo a fan!” Francis exclaimed. “This is serious! I want to flirt and be flirted with!”
“Ooh, what’s this I hear about flirting?” Gilbert slid into his seat with a mischievous expression. “Don’t tell me the most chaste boy in school wants some?”
Francis shot him a look and Antonio once again, bless his soul, did not read the atmosphere. “Francis wants to woo someone!”
“Who? Who? Oh wait, wait, let me guess…” Gilbert hummed to himself and pressed on his temples dramatically for a few seconds. Francis raised his eyebrow, utterly unamused. “Is it… nope, lost it.”
Antonio, who was enraptured with Gilbert’s display, deflated slightly at the lack of result. “Well, Francis, who is it?”
Francis bit back a beam and settled for a small smile as he thought about his love. He was stoic and strong and ever so loyal. He had certain smiles and a certain roll of the eyes saved just for Francis (or so he liked to think). And while he often dismissed Francis’s copious flirting, Francis could tell that his love’s stone wall was slowly crumbling.
“Whoever it is, they’re one lucky bastard,” Gilbert said brashly, starting to laugh.
“Don’t swear so loudly.” Ludwig slipped into his seat quietly, taking his folders out for history. “It’s-” he suddenly cut off and slammed his mouth shut, opting for silence.
Francis mentally shrugged; this was just another of his sort-of friend’s quirks. He had come to accept it. They weren’t super close, anyhow. He only knew Ludwig from that first day (however dramatic it was) and through Gilbert and Antonio.
“C'mon Francis, you gotta tell!” Gilbert prodded, leaning forwards on his table to get his face closer to Francis’s. “Don’t leave us hanging!”
“You all would laugh at me,” Francis said stubbornly, avoiding Gilbert’s gaze. His eyes settled on his ribbon bracelet and he fiddled with his absentmindedly.
“We would not laugh! Right, Gilbert, Ludwig?” Antonio protested, railing for their support.
“‘Course not!” Gilbert’s mirthful eyes said the opposite of his words and Francis kept his mouth shut, even pretending to zip it shut. “I am under oath!”
“Forgive me if I do not believe you, Gilbert,” Francis added.
“It’s Ludwig, and… and sure, Gilbert…” Ludwig murmured softly, reaching into his bag to grab a pencil and pen. Once he had the writing tools he flipped them through his fingers methodically, as if trying to distract himself or give himself something to do.
“Please, Francis?” Antonio stretched the words out and gave him a pleading look. And while Antonio may be oblivious to his naturally adorable nature, neither Francis nor Gilbert were.
Gilbert shot Francis a look that very clearly said, 'are you really going to turn him down?’. Francis sighed and conceded.
“Fine… I think I… have a very serious crush on… Ladybug.” Francis’s voice trailed off into a whisper by the end of his sentence and his friends stared at him in the growing silence. Ludwig’s face turned a little pink, Francis wondered if he was coming down with something.
“Dude…” Gilbert took a deep breath. “Everyone has a crush on Ladybug.” Ludwig’s face grew a little darker and Francis considered asking if he was okay.
“But I don’t think this is just… a 'crush’,” he said, making air quotes.
“You love him?” Antonio questioned. “Like, full-on, initials-in-hearts love?”
Gilbert groaned. “Toni, that’s the sign of a crush, not love.”
“Oh, really?” Antonio looked genuinely confused for a few moments. “I thought that was true love, like how Bella says in all of her movies she watches.”
“Toni, you can’t base you knowledge on love off of your little sister’s disney movies…”
And just like that, the topic moved off of Francis’s love life– or lack thereof. He joined the conversation at appropriate times and forgot about asking Ludwig if he was feeling alright, since Francis was certain that he wasn’t supposed to look that red naturally.
“Chat Noir, keep up! You said you wanted to patrol together tonight, are you backing out?” Ladybug called out behind himself, slightly irritated with his partner. Ladybug had homework and a test to study for, and if the patrol took too long then he would be up into the wee hours of the morning.
“I would never back out of a once in a lifetime experience!” Chat Noir stated fervently but with an air of theatrics.
“Chat, we are partners. And, as the word dictates, we work together all of the time. This is not once in a lifetime.” Ladybug chastised without missing a beat.
Chat Noir smiled to himself and ran across a rooftop to catch up with his partner. While Ladybug sounded more scolding than anything, Chat could sense the teasing lilt in his voice.
Also, Chat Noir was not behind Ladybug because he was slow (though he had no comment on whether or not he would win a race). The reason he had opted to drag slightly was because Ladybug looked so unbelievably good when he was, well, patrolling. Jumping, running, being all-around amazing– all part of the job for Ladybug.
Chat Noir was so in love.
“Ladybug, I must tell you something!” Chat Noir said suddenly, stopping on a particularly flat roof and leaning on his baton. He had made sure to catch up to Ladybug so he would not have to double back too much.
Ladybug stopped and turned his head, not willing to walk over quite yet. “Yes?”
“It’s very important to me!” Chat Noir added, a smirk landing on his face. He absentmindedly flicked some of his hair out of his face. When he transformed his hair became even longer than it was normally and occasionally, his luscious locks got in the way of fighting.
“Okay…” Ladybug obviously still doubted him yet he walked over to where Chat Noir was standing. “Chat, if this is another joke–”
“Erm…” Chat Noir stopped. He tried to think of another excuse, frantically, as he did not want to make Ladybug angry.
“Well… it’s okay to take breaks every once in a while,” Ladybug conceded, a genuine, tiny smile on his face. Chat Noir lit up and beamed a cheshire grin.
“What’s a cat’s way of keeping law and order?” Chat asked, eyes full of mirth and tail flicking playfully.
“I don’t know, Chat, do tell,” Ladybug said easily. Ladybug was so often stressed and uptight that Chat Noir was delighted that Ladybug felt comfortable enough to be at ease with him.
“Claw enforcement!” Chat Noir snickered and leaned on his baton.
Ladybug groaned in good nature, rolling his eyes.
“Aw, you have to admit that was a good one,” Chat teased. Ladybug started walking away and Chat chased after him. “Okay, I got a better one. What kind of cat will keep your grass short?”
“I’m sure it’s very important to saving Paris.” Ladybug said in an almost snarky tone of voice.
“A lawn meower- hey, my jokes are imperative to saving Paris.” Chat Noir protested in faux offence.
Ladybug made one of his famous noncommittal noises, “Mmhmm…”
Chat thought for a moment. “Here’s a favorite: what’s a cat’s favorite color?”
Ladybug stopped near a chimney. “Let me guess… purr-ple?”
“Yes! Ladybug, you’re getting good at cat jokes.” Chat Noir praised, his genuine excitement for this development showing through his words.
Ladybug let out a small laugh; Chat beamed. “I’m not sure that is a good thing, Chat. Besides,” he added, readying his yo-yo to throw. “You’re quite the… clawful.”
Chat Noir’s jaw dropped and he stared, dumbfounded, as Ladybug twisted and jumped away after dropping that pun. Chat stood there for another solid ten seconds, reviewing that moment dozens of times over in his head.
He sighed. Chat Noir knew, especially now, that he was in way too deep.
Main portal of the church of San Francisco, Lima (Unidentified architect, 1673).
The church of San Francisco is probably the masterpiece of limeño Baroque architecture, built after the collapse of the previous building en 1656. The building of the new church took several years to complete, beginning in 1657, when the first stone was laid, and lasting until 1673 when the temple was finally consecrated by the bishop of Cusco Manuel de Mollinedo y Angulo.
Although the design of the church belongs to Portuguese architect Constantino de Vasconcelos, and its construction was undertook by Manuel de Escobar, - one of the main architects and alarifes active in Lima during the seventeenth century- the author of the main portal remains unknown. Due to its similarities with contemporary retablos , specially with Asencio de Salas’ retablo of the Immaculate Conception in Lima Cathedral, it is assumed that its author was an ensamblador, although his identity is unknown.
This baroque portal is one of the largest in Lima, being three stories high, built in stone and brick. The first story consists of a group of six columns on each side of the arched door, with two larger columns in front of two pairs of smaller columns, a common arrangement in mid-seventeenth century retablos. The columns have Corinthian capitals over a fluted shaft with its lower third section carved with a helicoidal pattern. This feature, and also the female draped heads in the upper part of the shafts, are also usual in contemporary retablos. The shorter set of columns support a small entablature, while the bigger pair of columns support the larger entablature that separates the first story from the second, with similar female draped heads adorning the frieze.
In the middle section, the entablature breaks to give place to the main niche in the second story, embraced by the arms of the open cornice produced by the breaking of the entablature. Four fluted corinthian columns, with the lower third of their shafts with an amelcochado (zigzag) pattern, compose the second story of the portal, making space between them to three arched niches: in the main niche stands the statue of the Immaculate Conception and the other two contain the statues of Saint Francis and Saint Dominic.The second story is notably narrower than the first, with curious stone lanterns in its outer edges.The four columns previously described support an entablature that arches over the main niche.
The third story is made out of brick covered with plaster, painted in such a way that it resembles stonework. It consists of a large oval window - which gives light to the choir of the church - surrounded with broken cornices, webbed volutes and short fluted pilasters with bracket capitals that support an arched cornice.
One interesting feature of the portal is the presence, under the main niche, of the Pope´s symbols carved in stone: the pontifical tiara and Saint Peter´s keys. The reason for their presence in the portal is this: since the franciscans have a vow of poverty and the building of the church had cost a fortune (an estimate of over two million pesos), the Pope declared it of his property, not the franciscans`, thus avoiding the inconsistency between the order´s vow and the wealth of the church. Pope Clemente X gave the church of San Francisco the same privileges that the Archibasilica of Saint John of Letran, seat of the Pope in Rome, and ordered the carving of his symbols in the portal. In exchange, the franciscans had to make an annual donation of one pound of white wax to show its submission to the Archibasilica.