this is my first time coloring real people

‘Person of Color’

I was shocked the first time I heard it in real life.
As if I was hearing someone repeat a paper written by a kkk member.

I am Mexican, a Hispanic; not a ‘person of color’.
My native ancestors were persecuted for their religion during la Conquesta.
As were my Catholic ancestors, during la guerra Christera.
Neither died as martyrs to be belittled to ‘martyrs’ of color’.

My veins are both rich in Native and Spanish blood,
I refuse to let that be forgotten and replaced with a term, as insulting as: ‘colored blood’.

My skin as white as the snow that falls onto Spainish land during winter. My eyes as dark as the bark on trees in my country, my hair as black as the coal found under my native Mexico.
I refuse to let that be forgotten, and recognized as simply ‘colored traits’.

My last name is a Spanish last name, which I carry as proudly as my first name: A Nahuatl name.
Which is a constant reminder of who I am, and where I come from. I refuse to let my name ever be considered just ‘colored name’.

I am a Mexican, a Hispanic, and I refuse to let that be stripped away and forgotten under a term like ‘person of color’.


Seeing Red.

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It’s a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.

I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.

A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say.

The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.

With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.

Yara Shahidi by Sean Thomas for Teen Vogue, December 2016

“On a personal level, even though I was always hyperaware of our history, I didn’t put race in a real physical context until I hit my teens. Being mixed—I’m half Iranian and half black—even has its strange amalgamation of problems. The first instance that really rubbed me the wrong way was when somebody called me whitewashed. I couldn’t process what that meant. In theory, I’d heard all the stereotypes. But it was my first time seeing, Oh, wow, people still believe in a black stereotype. What was conflicting was that I was surrounded by successful women and people of color who were—by society’s view—the anomaly. All around me, there were examples of excellence and excelling. But because I carried myself a certain way, I wasn’t a “believable” black person to them. That was the strangest moment.”

((AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS LATE. My standswap. Also this is my first time participating in a tumblr event. How exciting!!!))

Hierophant Green with Stand Kakyoin

Stand User: Nyoriaki, Haruto

Self proclaimed hero. Extroverted and a bit obnoxious.

Calls himself: Shiny Emerald Man.

Wants to be every ones friend, but is often shunned at school because he talks to the air (his stand). Claims his sidekick is invisible.

Overall nice boy, but can be a bit of a showoff. 

Gets mad when people call him by his real name while wearing his (homemade) costume.

Stand: Life is Showtime 

A sentient stand (like Spice Girl and Echos) that almost seems more like a babysitter to Haruto than anything else. Very polite and often apologizes for Haruto, even though LiS knows that normal people cannot see him. Normally has cape wrapped around self and appears only to be a head with a flowing body. (No, the clock doesn’t work). LiS can shift it’s form and harden into a crystal. It’s best not to use him as a weapon though, as he could potentially crack, or even break, which would harm Haruto. He can also be worn. Haruto’s form of choice is a cape.

I’ve been wanting to draw something for this beauty by @forgedobsidian for days now, but real life refused me the time this over and over again. Today I just took the time to draw what I had in mind


All i can say is: I tried.

The first one was just drawn in my never before used, brand spankin new sketch book, and the color one is when I tried to color it digitally with a new program that I’ve never used before, so it was interesting trying to figure it all out. (And I only have a laptop that’s not touch screen which is extremely difficult…)

It took me so longer than I wanted to but I just couldn’t get it right, and I still dont have it right but I’ve been working on it for like 5 hours and I’m calling it good.

So there you go! Thank you for being so wonderful and nice to me. I’m really happy that I can call you my friend:)

Rules: tag nine people you would like to get to know better

I got tagged by @kagehina-slut 

I’m so sorry! This got lost in my drafts for the longest time! But thank you so much for tagging me (i honestly love getting stuff like this!)

Favorite Color: i really like blue-ish greys

Last Song I Listened to: Bullet by Hollywood Undead (its my new favourite song….really dark lyrics but a super upbeat and happy tune ^^)

First Fandom: it was definitely Harry Potter for me. it was the first real fiction novel i read for my own enjoyment (not through school) when I was around 10 and became a super die hard fan for the longest time (i still enjoy the series, just in a more casual way now)

sorry this took so long to get to, but thank you so much for tagging me!

i’ll tag @aspacenerd @saitamas-cute-katsudon-girl @i-zuku @danoa @kozumek @aspartha @sphallolaila and of course any one else who would like to ^^

Tag 10 people you’d like to know better!

I was tagged by @sigdom, and it’s my first time doing this so let’s start!

Name/nicknames: real name is Aidyl. I dont really have a nickname but one of my friends sometimes calls me Lydia(my name backwards lol), and one time called me mandril, oh and my dad sometimes calls me ardyl(a misspronunciation of my name).

Favourite color/s: purple and orange, but I like all colors honestly.

Last song I listened to: MAMA by BTS’ J-Hope(go listen it it’s the sweetest song ever)

Favourite TV show: probably Fullmetal Alchemist?? I always have a hard time deciding my favourite shows

First fandom: probably the MLP fandom

Hobbies: reading, drawing, listening to music, watching stupid stuff on youtube, watching anime

Books that I’m currently reading: “Luna de Pluton”by Dross

Worst thing I’ve eaten: arroz con leche and purple beet

Favourite place: somewhere peacefull

tagging @jjmoon-is-boss @ask-nyocuba @chainsawdeathscythe @shinwhoohoo @since-the-900s @cozymochi @shinrai-ignis @dorkshik @wonsiks-hamster-taek @1kard have fun!

Shrooms: My first time

My first experience on shrooms.

Let me just start off and say, shrooms were nothing like how I expected. I was expecting it to be like LSD, where everything moved, where lights would spiral down to the floor, where people’s faces would melt. I was expecting the trip to be long, to be scary or for it to feel like my body wasn’t real. I was wrong. Shrooms made colors brighter, made music better, sex was magical, kittens were so adorable I cried, the world was more beautiful than it had ever been, &I could only listen to songs that were mostly instrumental. The first thing I felt was how amazing the couch felt on my fingers, I remember that driving around the block was horrifying but perfect because I could feel the engine working through my foot. When we arrived at my friends house, I started feeling restless, I wanted to explore. I explored the apartment like it was a place I’d never been to. I loved the feel of the carpet on my toes, I hit my head against a table, and yes it hurt for a minute but the pain was gone in minutes. I was never in a bad mood. The first two hours felt like I had been reborn. I found a kitten in the apartment and when I pet the kitten, I got so overwhelmed at how soft she was, I cried. I wanted to be outside, so I stood out on the deck and stared at the night sky and saw rainbows. The wind sounded like music, the air smelled wonderful, and the cigarettes I had tasted so much like chocolate I smoked one after another until I had no more. Experiencing the whole world all at once like this, was so much to take in. Life was beautiful.

When the overwhelming high started to fade, I was relaxed, music sounded so much better than I expected that i couldn’t stop listening to this playlist called “Mushrooms” on Spotify. I had been staring at the hanging light on the ceiling. When it moved a trail of colors followed behind it. I didn’t realize how long I was staring. A half hour went by.

When I got home with my significant other, it started raining. I wanted to dance in the rain. Sadly my boyfriend stopped me and told me to come inside because it was 4 in the morning and we do have neighbors. I know that clothes were uncomfortable, I wanted to be free of everything so nude was how the rest of my night was spent. Sex, sex on shrooms felt like the first time. My GOD, I could feel everything. I could see every color during it. And when you’re in love and in the moment, the overwhelming feeling comes back. I cried, happy tears.

I went to the bathroom an hour later, I remember taking off all my makeup and staring at myself. This was the first and only time I had ever felt beautiful.

My high started fading 3-4 hours in, by a lot. I didn’t take much shrooms. A gram and a half I believe. But it was magical. Eye opening.

I will admit, when you’re coming down you feel sick. My body ached the next morning, but it was worth it.

In all honesty, shrooms are the best thing a person needs when they’re lost, you feel free and happy, and then everything makes sense, you start thinking you start dreaming.

And in the end, you might find peace with yourself.
I know I did.

4. Rutee Katrea from Tales of Destiny

About theme: I always loved Rutee and coud not understand why so many people hate her, while she is cool and cares about children so much. The same time people love Leon way too much. So, here is the picture of Rutee completely overshadowing Leon!

About execution/critique: ok, this is my first real failure of this challenge! This fuchsia color is too bright, too strong, I can’t tame it! It’s, like yelling on you from this picture! Which is sad, because I quite liked how lineart came out. But the fuchsia killed it. Challenge status: failed.


I know some people have problems with this show, but this is why I love it. In my mind, Magnus Bane is a character with layers. Though he likes being loud and colorful, he often uses that loudness as a cover, a shield to keep himself from getting hurt. He pretends that the glitter is all he is. Magnus has lived for centuries. He’s seen people he loves die, time after time. It’s easier for him to put up the peacock front when meeting people because, if they never know the real, complex him, they can’t hurt him. Though it may not work completely , that’s how he lives his life. 

But in his first moment with Alec, he leaves all his pretending behind, if only for a few seconds. He is simply stunned by this beautiful man who saved his life. He doesn’t drop an outrageous line, he doesn’t hide behind his colorful clothes and jewelry. He stares at Alec as if he is something so new and brilliant, something that he hasn’t seen before, because he is. Then he says “who are you” because he has to know who this man in, this man who’s shaken him so much. It doesn’t matter that Valentine’s men have found him, or that he might be in danger. All that matters is this Shadowhunter that, while monochrome on the outside, shines as brilliantly as Magus on the inside. And that is the essence of Malec, and why I love the show.

credit for the gifs goes to  @aleclightwoodd 

In 8th grade I made fun of a dark skin girl

And then spent my whole time in high school trying to make up for it.
It was in a group of guys I had always felt like an outcast to the other black people bc of my upbringing and I let my insecurities get the best of me. It was the first time I actually felt accepted in with the other black kids. Not really an excuse but when I saw her cry my heart broke. 8 years later I still think about it. I promised myself I’d tell her she was beautiful every chance I got. Colorism is very real and it starts young. Never underestimate the power of peer pressure. When you have your own kids make sure to reinforce positive values at home that’s what saved me.

Tagging Game

I was tagged by the beautiful @queenlucyyy
Rules: Tag 10 people/mutuals you want to know better
Name- D'Khyra
Nickname- Dee, DK, or just Khyra
Birthday- April 13th
Sign- Aries
Gender- Female 
Height- 5'6/5'7
Favorite color- Black, gold, and green
Current time- 9:55pm
Average hours of sleep per night- like 2,4
Lucky number- 8😁
Last thing I Googled- short hairstyles with shaved sides 
First word that popped into my head- Dick (please don’t ask why, it just did)
Happy place- Don’t have one😞
Celebrity crush- Kendrick Lamar😩😍
Favorite book- I think it was called Pemba’s song
Last movie I watched- players club
Dream trip- any beautiful island
Dream Job- Fashion designer/stylist. Cosmetologist. Motivational speaker(Dk if that’s a real job but…). And lowkey singer
People I tag: @reallifegohan @trulynae
@blkoutqueen @plussizedhiiipy @kingbruhman @freespiritedintell @queer-lana-orgasm @blackandcurvy
@afrosandblunts @devda5-9

Being first generation American makes me feel like I don’t really belong anywhere. In America, because of my name, my features, the color of my skin, and my ethnicity I will always be African (Ugandan) first which is perfectly fine except when people tell me that I’m not a real American. But in Africa and to my family, I will always be American first and it’s almost as if I’m not “enough” of either. I see things from an American lens but at the same time my culture influences my opinions. I also hate whenever I try bring this up and people try to guilt me by saying, “well at least you know where you come from.” Don’t get me wrong in my opinion that is most certainly a privilege that I never take for granted, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that most people that live “where I come from” literally don’t see us as the same people. When I meet relatives, they always call me “the American.” They belittle me for not being fluent in our language even though that’s my parents’ fault. It doesn’t help that we’ve never been able to afford to go “home” either. My mom used to tell me that I was just an American until I explained to her how detrimental that was to me. Do other people feel like this too? It doesn’t even have to be in America, I know I see people commenting from all over the world sometimes. I’m sure all members of the diaspora might feel this way, but I think the first generation experience is a bit different. It’s just exhausting feeling like I have two homes but neither of them accept me with open arms.