#Mekakure

[plasticbeau]

MyFuzzyWish

[crispydevil]

Quick drawing of Mekakure Miku

Credit to @/Homma_Nuruneko on X , the creator of Mekakure Miku

[mekakure-monday]

WAKE UP CAMPERS IT'S MEKAKURE MONDAY!

IT'S THAT TIME OF THE WEEK ONCE AGAIN!

This Mekakure Monday goes to Locke from "Locke the Superman!"

Dividers made by @saradika

[morbid-dreamzz]

@rockman-x your lastest ask inspired me.

I just think he's cute ok (I also watched Jelly jamm as a child, you kind of unlocked some memories xD)

[knightscanfeeltoo]

This is just a Dumb Joke because I don't think Rocky Spokes would have a Thing for "Mekakure"...

(i hope nickelodeon and the writers doesn’t make him a creep like clyde mcbride with lori loud if they ever bring back rocky spokes in the loud house after seeing this comic...)

[uhohitsgeode]

Hi I have an announcement!

I have a new blog! Check out the official Mekakure Monday Blog!

EVERY MONDAY, I will be posting a mekakure character from any media, and YOU are welcome to submit your OWN favorite mekakure characters!

Follow @mekakure-monday account!

[morbid-dreamzz]

@calierthewolf

Batted Ratted Blues

[dcviated]

Does it count if we're hiding our eyes via ninjutsu?

[darksails]

when in doubt, look at your pocket mekakure friend ( @seawrought )  

[leonaxmina]

"Mekakure Prefect"

I don't think I mentioned this before, but there are technically multiple 'Prefects' that stay in Ramshackle. I want to include other people's OCs including my other two Ramshackle prefects. We have Mina who is 'Gyaru Prefect' and this is [//////////] who is the 'Mekakure Prefect'.

Mekakure is a term to describe someone with their bangs covering their eyes, which usually this character will have them covered. But I pinned them up to explain the character for now haha. Mekakure is Mina's stalker and is a year younger than her. She has been obsessed with her since they bumped into each other at school in their world. Mina has no idea who Mekakure is but Mekakure knows everything about Mina. Including her phobia of men.

Mekakure chooses to crossdress in hopes of getting closer to 'Her Majesty' who is featured in many doujin that this character draws. Mekakure is the president of the 'M.K Lovers Club' which is unofficial because Crowley refused to approve it. Mekakure is extremely jealous of Leona hogging all of Mina's attention, and hopes that one day he will just drop dead.

Mina is unaware of all of this and treats Mekakure with kindness. Mr. Handsome is extremely suspicious and asks Mina to just ignore this strange 'girl'...

[darksails]

Whatever creature—if it could even be called such a thing—came from above, it came without warning. 

Bartholomew squints at it, trying to discern its unusual shape as it parades over his arm and toward the dig site. It's small—brown and fuzzy-like, strangely formed on top of a flower, never before seen. Yet, any understanding attempted swiftly dissipates when a small tool clatters onto his head. 

"Ow!" Bart yelps, sending a glare to the surface.  "You can't rush discovery—"  A gripe as he retrieves the garden shovel and resumes digging. It's much easier now, quick work made from what is left until there's enough room, and——

"Aha!"  Bartholomew exclaims, finally prying the timepiece from the earth. Careful examination reveals that it is not a timepiece, after all, but a compass. The glass is damaged and smudged with filth; behind it is the ticking, coming from an unsteady needle, spinning freely and erratic, unable to point North. Odd.

"Shame, I think it's broken," he muses aloud for the girl to hear. And someone else might have found it a waste of time, then shelve the object back where it was found in disappointment. Yet, strange as it is, the pirate doesn't feel inclined to do that.

Bart attempts to toss it onto the surface, unable to carry it in spirit form. He doesn't care for further damage, being in such a sorry state, but it lands somewhere overhead, and it's enough.  

"Alright, little lady with beautiful hair," he starts, reappearing before her all blithely as if he weren't in a ditch seconds ago. "Thank you for entertaining my foolish requests. Let me assist you in return for assisting me." He still isn't taking fault for those flowers. "Ah, but first—where is it?" The compass.

‘ That’s a stupid name, ’ Dawn comments from above, social graces forgotten as so often. ‘ It sounds fake, too. Are you lying to me? ’ He must be. And what’s with that lady-stuff? He can’t mean her by that.

Not all of his words seem to be lies, though. As the not-Rider continues his efforts, a quiet but persistent ticking floats towards Dawn’s ears, confirming that — well, either there is something worthwhile down there, or that he carries a watch. The latter, of course, would only further solidify his status as a liar.

Without warning, Dawn’s sprite takes a dive and lands upon the guy’s head, and from there crawls towards the source of the steady ticking. She scrambles to her feet without another word and walks off. Shortly after, Dawn returns, carrying a small item she promptly drops into the pit, aiming, by lack of a better target, towards where the weirdo’s voice had come from. Hit by it or not, it is a shovel of sorts — but not the big kind used to dig up pitfalls. No, this one’s more like a gardener’s tool, small and much handier for more delicate tasks.

‘ There, and hurry up! It’s you who made the Eclipsites run over my flowers. That means it’s your fault. ’ At least the sprite, still looming nearby, seems to nod and approve of this statement, thus already confirming Dawn’s opinion as the majority view.

[crispydevil]

More.

[mekakure-monday]

WAKE UP IT'S MEKAKURE MONDAYYYY!

HAPPY MONDAY, CAMPERS! It's the first Mekakure Monday for the blog, and what better character to kick off the blog than a kick ass female Mekakure!

This Mekakure Monday goes to Erza Scarlet from "Fairy Tail!"

Dividers made by @saradika

[morbid-dreamzz]

Hello??? Hellooooo???

[darksails]

"Don't be so modest! It's why we're heroic spirits, after all."

He cheers while filtering through rubble and dust, inspecting the shafts of wood and moth-eaten fabrics with a critical eye. Though the start of a fire would be unnecessary to spirits in this weather, a hearth could still bring light and a warmer ambiance to this dismal space——a reasonably necessary factor to wait out the snowstorm, and he is determined to fish out something among the pile that serves as kindle.

"Well, I suppose I don't mind going first—I've got tales of betrayal and loss aplenty,"  Bartholomew offers with a grin as he hefts two pieces of dry wood and pads toward Romeo.  "Mind, pirates are not known to be very loyal lovers. So one could say the outcome of my stories is to be expected …" 

The pirate lifts a plank close to his chest, recalling the memories like a prayer. 

"Ah, Montingny ... Like driftwood on the shoreline. Bobbing over the waves, indecisive about staying inland or afloat."  He takes a glance at Romeo, wondering if they can already see where this is headed. "Any other captain would've had the head of such a yellow-bellied pirate—but our time was so pleasant I rejoiced whenever Montingny returned to my side, did nothing when he chose to desert me."

Until the man never returned. Still, Bart cannot find fault in the act. Pirates are a dangerous bunch. Some are ill-fit to be one, no matter the numerous boons that come attached.

Bartholomew laughs, finally tossing the pieces of wood into the crumbling fireplace. "Now then, I'll take some questions, a story, and that piece of cloth beside you, my friend—mind tossing it over?"

   the sudden onslaught of snow had been wholly unexpected, and not for the first time did romeo have to remind himself that anything could happen, having yet to fully be used to coincidences like many of the veteran servants yet, thinking at the time how the cold in verona had been nothing like this.

   but the company with bartholomew is warm in comparison, filled with light chatting and the like, and romeo absentmindedly took in the decrepit cabin that the rider located, brushing off the snow near the entrance to prevent it from dampening the rest of the floor.

   "oh absolutely not normal, i agree. it's beyond anything that i've ever dealt with in verona—" he begins, thinking back on the dusting of snow they would have in comparison, and marveling that as servants none would be affected no matter how little layers were worn. he'd been about to describe the scenery in his time, when he'd turn back from his studying of the cabin to catch bartholomew's shining eyes, sputtering.

   well, it's not that he didn't expect someone out there to be a fan, staring wide-eyed as rider let everything out as fast as possible, but the circumstances had been no better time indeed!

   feeling the long discussion ahead, romeo took a seat next, saying, "i can't take all credit for tragic lovers out there, though you must know that i'm known for only the one unless you would like to hear of the other versions to the tale that are less known— still, if i may hear of your tales of the romantic endeavors of bartholomew roberts, then i'm all ears."

[uhohitsgeode]

It’s that time