Aika - "Pretty Please I Don't Want to Be a Magical girl" - @kianamaiart
Tammy - "The Three Tomes" - @thethreetomes / @breanimator
Sahara - "Wheels and Roses " - @fumichun
Ami - "Towards Galaxy's End" - @towardsgalaxysend / @kenzyxluv
What happens when you get 4 Black Animation Industry femmes/folks that love magical girls ? You get 4 BLACK magical girls with 4 different spins on the genre. Black girls belong in every genre, Black girls can go on adventures. Black girls can be loved. Black girls are silly, whimsical, witches , skaters , space vampires , and magical.
✨Black. Girl. Magic. ✨
(A celebration of the work of my friends/industry peers as we tell our stories the way we want because we deserve to be seen in all ways. You can watch all of these magical girls on youtube)
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babyyy, before we even add herbs, roots, or essential oils... let's give the carrier oils they flowers. 🌸 these oils got they own lil spiritual personality too. don't sleep on 'em. ✨
💛 Sweet Almond + Olive Oil together make one of the most loved bases for dressing candles and making conjure oils because they carry prayers beautifully while nourishing the herbs.
✨ remember, boo... the carrier oil is the foundation. it holds the herbs, the roots, the essential oils, and most importantly... your intention. pray over it, speak life into it, and let Spirit do the rest. every bottle start with a good base. 🕯️🌿🤎
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since october is gullah geechee heritage month, hoodoo heritage month, and halloween season, i figured i’d paint something to represent them all!
you can find prints and other merch of this piece on my printful! (indigokra.printful.me)
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pictured above is a digital painting of a dark-skinned, Black gullah-geechee conjure woman dancing in front of a full moon. she is wearing a white, tiered, ruffled dress adorned with cowrie shells and a white headwrap. she is wearing gold face piercings, gold rings, gold bangles, a gold ankh necklace, colorful beaded necklaces, and gold hoop earrings. her fingertips are stained blue with indigo pigment, her eyes are closed, and her arms are reaching up towards the sky. hooked onto the belt of her dress are a miniature skull and a brown leather satchel of herbs. in front of her, four long candles burn and smoke into the sky. behind her, there are two trees with blue glass bottles hanging from their branches.
[WandaNat] [Bold!Natasha Romanoff x Shy!Wanda Maximoff] [NSFW] [Drabble] [Summary: Just Natasha being an insatiable horny little shit during their vacation at someplace exotic.] [Kinks: discreet voyeurism / secretly touching in public with the real risk of actually being seen; you can also imagine age gap if you're into that] [Minors and men DNI]
Natasha steps closer, just standing right behind Wanda now, and gently reaches forward to move the younger woman's hair behind her shoulder. The tips of her fingers brush over the sensitive skin as they expose the side of her neck.
Wanda's body is instantly on fire.
The bruenette bites her lower lip and decides to rest her hands down on the wooden surface while still holding the big coconut.
She needs to choose fruits, but all her brain wants to focus on is Natasha. Natasha and her stupidly skilled fingers and her hot breath and her plumpy lips...
Her eyes immediately bore down to the three dots on the brown, fuzzy shell in her palms, her cheeks flushed in noticeable pink ever since the moment Natasha started openly flirting with her half an hour ago. It was discreet, yes, always in her ear, but explicit. Describing what she'd do to her in great detail, exactly where, the reactions she's gonna get, the results... Mmmmmh...
The redhead presses herself against Wanda's backside, leaning forward to brush lips over the shell of Wanda's ear again, her voice low and velvety and aware. "Did you leave your panties in our room like I told you to?"
Wanda's stomach drops and her knees twitch. "What?" She whispers without a thought as hot waves wash over her.
"You heard me..."
This is the worst place to go brainless.
Wanda inhales, but it breaks in the middle. "Nat-"
"... Did you...?"
Her lips press thin and her whole face feels even hotter. Her eyes quickly scan around for people looking their way. "Yes-..." She mumbles.
"Hmmm..." Natasha makes a tiny step to the side and palms the front of Wanda's thigh, pressing the hem of her black skirt and then slowly sliding it up.
Wanda quietly gasps and drops the coconut - which just rolls a little to the rest - both hands flying to grab Natasha's wrist, gently pushing it away. Her voice is high-pitched and comes out as a strained whisper. "Nat, no, no, no! Someone could see-"
But Natasha forces her hand back to her thigh. "Shhhhhhhh..."
"-please-..." Wanda turns her head to meet the other pair of green eyes. Hers are wide and worried, and the others are narrowed and smug.
Natasha presses her body flush against Wanda's once more, and the younger woman stumbles before she's pressed between the older woman and the table. That elicits a moan that shoots through both of them.
"Be a good girl for me..."
"I am, I am, I promise, I just-"
"Nooooo, baby. That's not very good girl of you." Wanda blinks, glancing at Natasha's direction, unable to see her directly, and Natasha smiles. "I just want to make sure... you know?" The redhead asks softly.
"You're making this more obvious than it is. Relax, love. Nobody would watch if we seem causal. Okay?" Natasha murmurs to her ear, eyes looking around.
Wanda's hands take the coconut again, and grip it tighter when Natasha's other hand palms her ass from under the skirt. Wanda gasps and straightens immediately.
Suddenly she is hyper-aware of how naked she actually is. Just a tank top, a skirt and a pair of thick-heeled sandals.
Wanda trusts her watchful gaze and doesn't check for curious eyes when her instincts are screaming at her to do exactly that. "Okay..." She whispers instead, and swallows, eyes fluttering and moving down to the other tropical fruits on the huge display table, genuinely no longer interested at all in the products. Because her brain has been leaking between her legs for a while now.
And then Natasha's fingers brush exactly there.
"Ooo-hooooh..." Natasha chuckles lowly and Wanda's thighs close immediately with a tiny whimper, pressing tight and trapping Natasha's hand there as the older woman drops her head on Wanda's shoulder, sucking in a breath through her teeth. "Mmmmmmmm..."
Wanda can't help but look around now, staring at everyone like a deer in headlights, every innocent stranger walking around and doing their own thing...
She is absolutely right to fear that they might get kicked out of the open market by the security.
Her breath stutters when Natasha's hand starts moving rhythmically.
"N-nat~ Tone it down..." Wanda whispers fast and her legs shake with effort to press harder. "Please, please, baby, I can't-... I'm so embarassed..." Her breathing fastens. Her face is so red.
"Be my good giiiirl..." Natasha purrs instead and nuzzles her nose in Wanda's neck.
Wanda can't help the whiny, little, high-pitched moan when Natasha circles her pretty, needy, little clit...
And the longer these ministrations continue to go on for, Wanda finds herself both even more afraid, and somehow less caring at the same time, about getting caught.
"Oohhhh, you drive me crazy, detkaaa... Listening to what I say, doing as I say, coming with me and spending all morning all comando... Juuust for meeee..."
"Fuck..." Wanda mouths under her breath, and her head relaxes back on Natasha's shoulder, eyelids growing heavy, mouth remaining party open.
"Might have been better to just have gone to the beach instead~ Or the hotel's pool~ Fuck... Or not left the bed at all~" She closes her eyes and grips the edge of the display table.
"Yeees, we'll get to that too~"
Wanda swallows again and blinks hard to ground herself.
"Are you saying this is not fun?" Natasha pouts and prods at Wanda's entrance with one finger, while the rest keep massaging her clit.
"N-no, it is, but... Ohhh... Bad location... Mm-hmmm...."
"Mmm, but you did it for meeee... And I'm so proud of you, babyyy..."
"Y-yeah~"
"Yeaah?"
"Ah-hah~"
"Mhmmm?"
"Fuuuuck!" Wanda clenches her jaw. "I need you... I need to... I... Mh~ Please-"
"Oh, I knooow. Yeeah. Because my fingers make you feel so goood, don't they...?" Natasha presses her cheek against Wanda's.
"Naa-haaaat~"
"Needy baby."
"You couldn't stop... being... filthy... and keep your hands away..." Wanda manages through her teeth, getting frustrated because of the risk and arousal.
Natasha fakes a gasp. "You blame this on meeee?"
"I went out naked, because of you!"
"Oh, so what, in the end it wasn't a deliberate choice of yours?"
Wanda lets out a disgruntled sigh. Natasha snorts, but then notices someone narrowing their eyes at them in confusion and she slows down her movements, discreetly removing her hand away and playing it off as if she was going for a normal hug instead, discreetly stepping away to unglue Wanda from the table and wrapping hands around her abdomen.
"Let's go try some swimming suits. But you may or may not cum in the dressing rooms, I don't know." She shrugs.
Wanda looks at her with annoyance that's there only for comedic effect, and Natasha grins.
"Come on, pretty girl." The redhead pulls the younger woman away from the stall.
"But what about the-"
"There's fruits everywhere. Besides, I need to dehydrate you first."
