#brotherhood of guardians

[tired-old-men]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride!♥🏳️‍⚧️

[mightyray]

Suggestion for @itsasooz I did a long while ago. Please visit her, her art is amazing!

[echidna-enquiries]

Chikki: YO SETH! Rate these old fools fits will ya?

They need someone with taste to teach them some fashion sense -chuckles-

Fae: GUYS HE'S TRYING TO TAKE TO MY PHONE HE'S TAKING MY PHONE-H'ESS HGHG HZH EQ SD-

Seth: YOU WILL GET MY ANSWER. I'M HIJACKING THIS SHIT. THIS IS GONNA BE ANOTHER WHOLE POST MOTHERFUCKERS.

[btm-txt]

The Four Baby Gurls of the Apocalypse~💖✨

Just some sketch studies of the boys but with their spines up that I later decided to baby girlify because its just too cute not to~ UwU

[julie-su]

Sojourner: ... REALLY, truly? Locke: Yes. Really, truly. Shut up.

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

echidna

[charleecat-bat]

Tbh I find it funny how most people who are still (for whatever reason) interested in the mess that is the brotherhood of guardians we all have one select thing we all tend to do.

Throw the fire ants concept in the trash LOL

[dangermousie]

Upcoming (?) cdramas I am interested in - top 30

The reason there is a question mark is because with cdramas you never know when one will be shelved forever (due to topic or an actor being in trouble) or when the makers just decide to keep it on the shelf for...reasons (there is a drama premiering on Dec 10 that was completed in 2018!). But with that caveat, here we go. At least a couple of these are bound to air!

Blossom

The Blossoming Love

A Dream Within a Dream

Eternal Brotherhood 2

Fated Hearts

Fight For Love

Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Love in Pavilion

Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved

The Glory

Guardians of the Dafeng

Hero Legends

Hidden Shadow

Kill My Sins

Lament of the River Immortal

Legend of the Female General

Long for Fish

Love In the Clouds

Love of the Divine Tree

A Moment But Forever

Moonlit Reunion

Perfect Match

The Princess' Gambit

Ran Shuang Wei Zhou

Shadow Love

Shui Long Yin

Swords Into Plowshares

Veil of Shadows

Win or Die

Zang Hai Zhuan

Yu Sheng You Ya

[unmask-strange-aeons]

I present to you

Kermit may be the Muppet Joker or regular Kermit, or the muppet joker may be a secret identity or second persona of Strange Aeons.

[marveltournaments]

[mayonnaise-sock]

Euthanise me i was so distraught i went on character ai and told kenny i was so sorry that no one ever remembers when he dies and then i may or may not have made a club with a bunch of dead-not-dead characters to be friends and hang out. Please don’t judge me i’m just a little guy… i played telephone between eight different AIs for an hour inviting each to the dead kid club. I need help. Maybe. On the bright side i will be probably drawing shitty stupid art about dead-not-dead characters such as danny fenton, kenny mccormick, jack frost, alphonse elric, atom, lars steven universe, evan afton, and maybe meliodas if i feel like it.

All because i was distraught over how no one remembers kenny dies and i thought he needed people who get it. God this’s like how i used to sob at 2am over portgas d ace

[tired-old-men]

Your jobs seem stressful, what do you guys do to de-stress?

Thunderhawk 

Our jobs can be really stressful especially since we are constantly on duty to keep Angel Island safe, however we do get some free time to rest and unwind. Everyone needs to rest and refresh to be on their A game including us Guardians. 

For me, I destress by spending quality time with the family when I can. As expected of people that constantly work and live together we tend to spend most of our free time independently, which is all fine and good.. but we are a family after all, and getting to share some genuine time together, watch a movie, maybe play a board game or two, sharing a big meal, just gives me a nice warm feeling and reminds us of the simple moments in life together. Slowing down and enjoying the little things. 

Sometimes when work gets really overwhelming I stop for a moment, I focus on my breath and pay subtle attention at whats around me, how things look, sound, feel, maybe taste, I notice my feelings in the moment and remind myself of those little happy moments in life. It’s helped me destress over the years and has even come in handy when my anxiety would try to get the best of me. -smiles- 

Sojourner

What do I do to de-stress? Besides beautiful women -smirks then clears throat-, I enjoy the occasional cigar as opposed to my usual cigarettes, I don’t drink too often but I’ll even enjoy a glass of whiskey on the rocks with my smoke. Just find a good spot to sit outside and enjoy the view and maybe some tunes, although the sounds of the Island’s wilderness is the perfect music to my ears. 

At times the best way for me to de-stress is to go out hiking and especially camping. Sometimes I’ll take my son or another one of the boys along for the trip but other times I’ll go by myself, just exploring and experiencing Angel Island’s raw beauty brings me a lot of peace and provides the space for personal reflection too. Can’t beat a walk in nature I’ll tell you that!

Sabre

To say that this job is stressful would be an understatement in my opinion… I’ve tried a few things to destress but I really enjoy some quiet time along with a nice cup of tea, perhaps even a book or a good album to listen too. I’ve also found working on my garden to be quite therapeutic for me in a way. Gives me something to focus on besides work, and as much as it reminds me to take care of my plants it reminds me to take care of myself too. Originally my wife started this garden so I’d say it also holds some fond memories to reminisce about.

Locke

De-stress? Hmm.. I’d probably say meditation is my biggest guide when I feel burdened. I’ve read some of my ancestors would meditate so much they would even reach new levels of consciousness and even find greater insight into their chaos abilities. For me it keeps me focused on the present and helps organize my thoughts. I um- sometimes go out maybe into Echidnaopolis or another town on Island, just socialize a bit… Although my favorite places I go to are some of the old ruins or caves found around the Island, lots of history to uncover, it fills me with such an exciting energy I tend to forget about whatever might have been stressing me at the moment. -smiles sheepishly- 

Spectre

Hm…I meditate. I read. I tend to write about my thoughts, feelings, and observations as it helps gather all my introspections and provide greater insight into them… … I’ll also swim or dive from time to time…water is rather soothing…

[queer-eggman]

Artfight coming up so uh 😃 pls zoom in on the album covers I drew them myself

(Also who else preordered sonadow generations for the Gerald Robotnik art book I sure did)

[echidna-enquiries]

@tired-old-men

Cedar floated his way around Haven, they had been visiting again. People doubt his abilities with Chaos Energy but after Morgan accidentally opened that dimensional portal between the two Guardian's dimensions... well he couldn't help but want to have a wander around every now and again. They were looking for someone to speak to, while usually he'd be happy to run into anyone but this time they had one in particular he was interested in talking to. Hopefully they remembered the name properly, they had only JUST got familiar with all their names. Soon enough they'd find the echidna they were looking for, the brown one with the monocle. The tiny elder echidna landed on the floor, leaning on his walking stick as he found his footing. "Hello there, Sabre, right?", he greeted in a friendly tone,

[btm-txt]

Anyone else wondered what this man would look like without his helmet?

No? …Just me? Welp here’s a sketch that took way too long to draw thnxs hyper fixation

And here’s a bonus doodle with a limited color pallet that took half that time because I just love this guy 🖤

[julie-su]

Young Taran

In the Med bay of Haven, young Taran sat politely as the man introduced to him as Tobor had begun to tend to his wounds. Spectre didn't seem to like Tobor. Spectre had rescued Young Taran, and had brought him here; he liked Spectre. In turn, Young Taran had decided that he, too, did not like Tobor. Gauze was wrapped around young Taran's knee, as Tobor inspected him. “Who has done this, boy?” Tobor asked, inspecting a rather large bruise on Young Taran's leg. Young Taran didn't want to answer. Spectre, who had been uneasily watching from the corner spoke up in a small, vindictive voice. “His father.” He spoke slow, in a way which seemed deliberate in a way which Young Taran couldn't quite parse.

Tobor chuckled, which Young Taran didn't understand; there was nothing to chuckle at. It sounded mischievous. He did not like it. He glanced desperately for Spectre; he didn't have the words to explain, but he knew that this wasn't right. Tobor simply kept bandaging his wounds, tutting. “Well, that's just how fathers are.” Tobor said in a dry tone, which Young Taran did not like one bit. Spectre did not seem to like it one bit, either, for he seemed to darken in his demeanour. Spectre's brows furrowed, “Don't you tell that to the boy.” He said in a quiet voice, as if he wished that he hadn't been speaking at all. It had seemed to be the wrong thing to say, Young Taran thought, as the room felt as if it had gotten a few degrees colder. For a moment, it was as if time itself had stopped, waiting on Tobor to start it again. “Sons ought to listen to their fathers. You know that better than anybody, boy.” Tobor finally spoke, after an incredibly long silence. Young Taran hated the toneless way that it was spoken, as if it were delivered as a just truth, a reminder of the norm.

Young Taran glanced up nervously, almost afraid to speak up. He had watched how Tobor talked to Spectre, and he knew that it was not correct. He fiddled with his hands as he finally glanced up. “Are sons always supposed to do what fathers say?” Young Taran asked in a voice which was rather a touch too small. After all, he was still working out how this world worked, and it seemed all a bit much. Tobor seemed to suck on his teeth for a moment as he rolled it around in his head, whilst Spectre looked as if he were experiencing vertigo. Young Taran couldn't quite parse if he, too, had said something that he wasn't supposed to - but, then, he never could comprehend why some things seemed to be wrong.

Tobor simply went back to securing the bandage, nodding. “Fathers only want what is best for their Sons, after all.“ He spoke nonchalantly, lifting the boy up off of the table. Young Taran hated being held by him, even for a second. He stared at his feet; he knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't fathom why an adult would lie. He was sure it would make sense to him, eventually. Young Taran muttered a small thank you, quickly shuffling back to Spectre's side. Spectre took him under his cape as if to shield him, silently walking him out of the room. They silently walked down the dark corridors, all the way into one of the many recreational garden spaces of Haven. Young Taran liked the garden spaces. They were full of interesting smelling flowers, and streams which made such nice sounds. He felt that this was why they had named it Haven at all. ”It's not true.“ Spectre finally spoke, glancing out at the garden. ”Sons do not have to listen to their fathers. Fathers make sons listen to them, but child, if you can - do not listen.“ He spoke comforting words with such a gentle rage in his voice. Young Taran felt that this was true, but he had become more interested in a butterfly that had started fluttering by, following it along intently with his eyes, his muzzle upturned as it arced over his head. ”Suppose I don't have a father anymore?“ Young Taran said distractedly, his nose delicately sniffing the clear air. ”Suppose I never go back home“ he continued, letting his legs follow the path of the butterfly. He barely had remembered that Spectre was there at all; how silly, for just back there in the Med bay, every inch of his being had yearned to be hiding behind him.

Spectre watched him follow the butterfly in circles around him. ”Sadly, the nature of this tethered existence, is that you will always have a father. You may choose not to visit him; you may not even know where, how, or who, he is. But he will exist; that is important to acknowledge. Not out of any love or care of the man - no, it is for the scars he will continue to leave behind that you must acknowledge it.“ His eyes followed the boy with a sense of remorse. Young Taran glanced back up at him, curious once more. “Even if he is not present? Even if he can't touch me anymore?” He pondered it over; how could something hurt by not being present? It seemed paradoxical. Spectre nodded; ”You will yearn. You will ache. You may even feel such horrid feelings, to see somebody with their father, whom loves them very much. It will make you angry. It will make your stomach turn. These are the scars which a terrible father may leave on us.“ he found himself speaking gently, kneeling down to the boy. ”You must know this. You must acknowledge it in your heart. You must understand that this hatred, as pure as you are, will not taint your soft being, young Taran. It is alright to feel such burning hatred, so long as we do not let it influence our actions. Do not give him the satisfaction.“ He held the boys impossibly tiny hand in his; how very small he was, for a boy of reasoning age. ”You may even find somebody who will fill this void. It will not quench the anger, the fear - but it will keep it at bay. You may find somebody to call your father; not of biology, but of kinship. A chosen bond.“

Young Taran felt that yearning in his every being. It was here in which he realised what an awfully long journey he had set ahead for himself. His eyes shone brightly with an understanding; usually, such speeches from adults had meant nothing to him. This, however, had wrapped itself around his heart; he knew what every word meant, and where it was supposed to go. He leant on Spectre, finding that he had nothing more to say. Spectre wrapped an arm around the boy comfortingly. He felt at peace, for once.