#ik i missed a lot of characters

[lisannastraussisanangel]

oh oh oh i’ve got one :D

guild members’ relationships with makarov headcanons!

Omg this is gonna get me so emotional! This post is gonna be so long holy shit

Makarov knows that these kids are super traumatized when they come to him. That's why he dresses like a funny little jester man. He doesn't want to scare them when they first join

He always takes the time to get to know and work with each kid that joins the guild. Makarov will take that child under his wing for the first week just to make sure they are comfortable

A lot of the members genuinely refer to him as their grandpa/dad (depending on which generation).

Makarov was still figuring out how to deal with children when Cana first joined. He feels he didn't do a good job at helping her when she first came

Cana, of course, disagrees and thinks the old man did a great job at helping her out when she joined

Cana has a ton of respect for him so when he asks her to cut down on drinking. She does so without question. (cutting down meaning drinking one barrel of liquor instead of two)

The two of them do regularly drink together tho

Gray goes to Makarov for advice the most out of the guild members. He really struggles with making the right decisions and Makarov is always there to listen with only minor judgement

Gray feels super indebted to Makarov. Even tho Makarov tells him all he wants for any of his kids is to live long and happy lives

Erza gave Makarov the most trouble when joining the guild. He had no idea how to get through to her. She was always polite and listened to him, but he couldn't get her to open up for the life of him

He just desperately wanted to make the little girl smile. The first time Erza smiled at him, he bawled his eyes out

Erza always makes sure to shoot him a smile when she enters the guildhall now

Natsu decides that since Makarov found him, he now owes Makarov his life. Makarov nearly has to beat it into Natsu that he does not owe him anything and that he is not to lay his life down for Makarov

Natsu then decides to live by the rule: 'you saved my life so now I'm your problem'

Natsu has so much respect for Makarov it's not even funny. But Natsu's love comes with a price. And that price is constant headaches

Mirajane actually didn't like Makarov all that much at first. She appreciated him bringing her family to the guild but she thought he was too lax with how he ran the place

The two of them really bonded after Lisanna's death

Lisanna adores Makarov. She's one of the few people who can catch him off guard and tackle him in hugs (it happens a lot. you'd think he'd catch on by now)

Elfman views Makarov as the perfect man. He wants to be like him. Makarov insists Elfman should find better role models

Mystogan views Makarov as his father. He cannot imagine anyone else who deserves the title

Mystogan's biggest regret was not being able to tell Makarov how much he appreciated everything he did for him

Bisca and Alzack were so upset that Makarov wasn't there for their wedding that they ended up getting remarried just to have him be a part of it

Every time Makarov compliments Gajeel, Gajeel has to fight back tears. He worked so hard to earn Makarov's trust and respect so now every time the guy is nice to him its almost enough to send Gajeel into a sobbing mess

[camelspit]

Keeper Sexymen 2025: Artist Portrait Signups

The Sexyman Contest is back for its 3rd year! Each year, artists sign up to make portraits of all of the men for the Keeper Sexymen Contest. This form will be open from Nov 21 - Nov 29, and I'll release the portrait assignments on the 30th. You will have until Feb 9 to complete the portraits and turn them in!

(alphabetized) List of men + Info about portrait submissions and rules below the cut! If you have any questions, feel free to message me :).

Alden Vacker

Alvar Vacker

Barth the Reaper

Behnam Aria

Blur

Boobrie Dude

Coach Bora

Bo

Brant [REDACTED]

Councillor Bronte

Bullhorn

Cadfael

Cassius Sencen

Councillor Darek

King Dimitar

Durand Redek

Elwin Heslege

Councillor Emery

King Enki

Ethan Benedict Wright II

Fallon Vacker

Fintan Pyren

Gethen Ondsinn

Grady Ruewen

Greyfell

Iggy

Jurek

Councillor Kenric

Kesler Dizznee

Marty

Mr Forkle

Mr Snuggles

Mr Sweeney

Councillor Noland

Prentice Endal

Quan Song

Quinlin Sonden

Ruy Ignis

Sandor

Councillor Terik

Tiergan Alenefar

Timkin Heks

Trix

Watson

William Foster

Woltzer

Wraith

Yuri

When you finish your portraits, you can post them and tag me in them and/or message them directly to me! The choice is yours <3 as long as I get them sometime before or on Feb 9. If you think your submission might be late or you need to drop out, please message me as soon as possible!

RULES:

I dont care how big it is but please use a SQUARE canvas. This makes the posts a lot easier to format <3

Portrait is a broad term- you can draw however much of the man you want in whatever post you want, whether it be full body or just the head

It does not have to be entirely canon accurate! You can add your own hcs (ex. poc vackers), it just has to be identifiable as the character

Have fun!!!

[bandtrees]

reblog to gently feed him a cheese puff out of the palm of your hand

[the-hot-zone]

the imagery and audio of the opening scene of s1e1 of arcane is just insanely well done for the set-up of the show’s themes and central conflicts. this is just a quick analysis (that spiraled) of what i notice as i’m re-watching, but—

a) the POV of “jinx” with the scribbles overlaying the aftermath of destruction and devastation lay the groundwork for not only what represents her POV to us, the audience, but also to where it originates. this is one of the first things we see in e1: the scribbled faces appear on the enforcers and on the dead bodies even as powder herself has her eyes covered. the echoes of violence reach her even as she tries not to look. retrospectively, we are meant to notice how "jinx" was already forming years before she started “jinxing” jobs with vi and the gang—the violence of her circumstances and the impact they have on her as a child played a key role in what the show calls her "instability," in what we understand as her development. her scribbled vision is first associated with violence done to her and those around her before it is associated with her later choices, which arguably can be rooted in her circumstances (more on this later). this is central to what arcane as a show wants to establish wrt their commentary on violence as a cycle and consequences that cannot be undone regardless of one's actions.

b) the most striking imagery to me: blood running down the faces of the statues on the bridge between piltover and the undercity, being made to look as though they are crying. the bridge is a key piece of imagery introduced in this opening sequence that arcane returns to throughout later eps. the expression of these statues is still, solemn, and silent. they are guardians of the bridge between piltover and the rest of the city. the tears of blood, however, have moved the unmovable. this can be interpreted in a couple ways, but here's mine. the blood as tears represents the ongoing mourning for those lost to violence. vander's resistance failed in multiple ways in that it did not end piltover's rule over the undercity, nor did it save those who fought in the resistance. moreover, this bridge is revisited in e2, and we see the bloodstains never left. they cannot be washed away; the memorial to those who were lost—vi’s parents—remain, and we see vander ask vi if she’s willing to lose powder to a war, just like she lost her parents. later on in the ep when vi approaches deckard, a drop of blood runs down her face like a tear. she, too, steps into the role (or tries to), as a stone-faced guardian, but violence moves her. particularly, it moves her out of powder's life, contributing to jinx's development.

c) when vi is about to cry, it looks like she’s holding herself back before she breaks down, and only then does powder also cry. there are a couple subtle moments throughout this first scene that express the extent to which powder revolves around vi, and this is one of them. powder takes her cues from vi: just minutes ago in the scene, powder only looks at the bodies because vi stopped. so we have this interpersonal level of reliance between these two, but the show doesn't want us to forget where the cues for vi come from. powder looked because vi stopped. vi stopped because the devastation around her made her stop.

d) throughout this scene, music is the dominant auditory experience. however, there is one sound that breaks through the music: the weight of vander’s gauntlets dropping to the ground. the break in the music is meant to express the weight of this decision. it's the only sound of an action that reaches the viewer as he throws the gauntlets down in favor of picking up the responsibility of vi and powder. with this action, he attempts to abandon his cause in hopes to protect vi and powder,

e) but vi looks back. we see her glare back across the bridge towards piltover, her eyes narrowed, and we understand that a key part of her character will be resistance. and to cross that bridge, she must put on vander’s gauntlets. we see her try to embrace this legacy throughout the first ep and beyond—“this is the exact job vander would’ve pulled when he was our age” is what vi says to her friends when on that first job to steal from jayce's workshop. and throughout the first few eps we see vander’s legacy called into question, with a focus on his legacy of resistance against piltover. that's the legacy those around him prefer, including vi herself. but it’s also a legacy he’s rejected in favor of another: his work to protect the lanes through non-violent means. silco’s later criticism of “you’re willing to die for a cause but not fight for it” towards vander perfectly encapsulates vander’s decision to put the gauntlets down, and why he still fails to prevent violence, particularly against vi and powder.

overall: the opening sequence is vital for establishing the link between vi's and powder's relationship and the violence enacted against the underground by piltover. the show's theme expresses that the former would not exist without the latter. the tragedy of jinx isn't just an interpersonal tragedy. it's a circumstantial one. it's an environmental one. it's a societal one. remember: mylo first drops the name jinx when he says powder jinxes every job. but there wouldn’t be any jobs to do--the coins coming into the lanes wouldn't be "only from crime"--without the violence piltover has enacted against the undercity.

there’s a lot of pain in asking ourselves the ��if only’s” of these first few episodes. but if the alternative for powder killing claggor and mylo was for her to come on the mission to save vander anyways, to fight anyways, then there was never a choice. when powder says, “I’m not a fighter,” and vi responds, “you don’t have to be,” vi fails to understand the consequences violence has already had on her sister. in powder's mind, you don't have to fight translates as you don't belong here. the only way powder knows how to help is to fight--it's what vi (and everyone around her) taught her, even inadvertently. the show tells us that there was never a real choice in any part of this sequence. the real legacy was the violence topside enacted and continues to enact against the underground. what prevents vi from coming back to powder is ultimately marcus, regardless of his motivations.

what the opening sequence, and those first three eps, tell us about the show’s defining conflict is this. in a system built on inequity, its defining characteristic will always be violence, and whether those subjected to that violence try to fight it, live within it, or take advantage of it, the consequences cannot be undone. there is no going back.

[snuffydoo]

Day 5 oc-tober

Prompt: [Relationships]

[cradle-of-darkness]

COOKIES OF DARKNESS NATION WE ARE OFFICIALLY BACK 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(long rambling in tags if u care)

[kerizaret]

I want a scriptwriter tsukasa event

[strawglicks]

i can feel myself drifting from the TTCC community .. like i still love the characters and their dynamics, but ive been thinking less about toontown as a whole and just some of the characters are lingering . this usually happens towards the end of my obsessions

plus i just dont feel in touch with the community LOL i just kinda stick to my own stuff and sometimes like the art and stories ppl make .. but im in this awkward spot right now where im MENTALLY not engaging as much. idk if this is anything

[spiral-lemur]

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.

UNCLE CHUCK?!?!?!?! IS THAT YOU??????

[cebwrites]

i know i haven't been as writing as much as i used to but man, getting radio silence on the stuff i do make really does puts a damper on my motivation TO write (；′⌒`)

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

ik realistically i never got a lot of love for jensen and bryce bc oh my god a queer pairing of color?????? fucking tragic i know but also i like to pretend its just bc they are too complex for the mere cishet choices player to understand 😌 

[whumptimemain]

The Beginning

Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians | Claire, Joan, Valerie, Clover | One-Shot | Drowning | Hurt/Comfort | Lots of Comfort | LESBIANS!!! | CW: Drowning How it all began... not the apocalypse though, just the gay stuff.

Taglist: @whumpinggrounds @wondero28

The river was a vacuum. It sucked and swallowed, lapping at the shore like a cat drinking milk. It raged and tore the stones away from the bed. The winds howled along with the water’s roar.

When Claire gasped, her lungs took in the storm. It weighed her down further.

She scrambled under the surface, trying to find anything to regain her footing with. She thrashed her arms around, waiting for air to hit the tips of her fingers so she could find the surface in the deep black of the rushing current. The rampaging pebbles threatened to leave permanent marks on her body, as though the river needed to claim her before it could let her die.

Panic squeezed in Claire’s chest. Her throat protested as more water assaulted her. Her bones stayed chilled.

Something snagged on the collar of her shirt and soundlessly she cried. Her airflow was completely cut off. As much as she hated breathing in the water, not breathing at all was worse. She wrenched a hand on the fabric around her neck and yanked hard, but whatever she was caught on was stronger. With her other hand, she grabbed the thing holding her in place.

It was warm.

It was warm.

With a new sense of direction, Claire fought to follow the warmth. Her shirt loosened. A hand took hers. She let it pull her up.

The air was warm. The overcast sky felt like summer sunlight on Claire’s face. The rocky riverbank was warm against her stomach.

“Are you okay?”

With a single movement, the slightest request of her mouth to form a word, Claire convulsed. Her chest squeezed hard with a coughing fit, water streaming out of her nose as her lungs tried to get rid of as much liquid as possible. A hand landed on her back, rubbing in circles. Weakly, Claire rolled over to lay on her back. The warm air made her cheeks rosy.

The person who’d pulled her out was a stranger, a beautiful woman with her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Her complexion was rich, like a warmer, more comforting version of the dark water she’d just been pulled from. She watched Claire with an unreadable expression.

“You…” Claire winced at the rasp in her voice.

She cocked her head to the side. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“You saved me.”

The corner of her lip turned up.

Claire shuddered as a breeze went by. “Why?”

“Your fiance is looking for you.”

Valerie.

Claire pushed an arm back to try and sit up.

“Whoa! Go slow, it’s okay.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” The woman took her sweater off and offered it to her. “She’s with my partner at our base, but she’s worried sick about you.”

Claire took it and wrapped the fabric tightly around herself. “You’re awful friendly, all things considered.”

The woman averted her eyes. “How is anyone supposed to survive if we don’t help each other?”

A weight lifted from Claire’s shoulders. “Claire.”

“So I hear,” she said. “I’m Joan.”

“Pretty.”

Joan’s eyes widened a bit, but only for a second. “Thanks.”

***

Claire wasn’t sure exactly what she was expecting when they arrived at Joan’s home, but it was not a Walmart. Most department stores had been completely ransacked. Here though, there were few windows on the ground floor, and the ones that were there were boarded or otherwise secured. The outside walls were greasy to the touch, probably on purpose. Can’t climb something slippery.

Joan pulled back the sleeve of her shirt to reveal a lanyard turned bracelet with a key. She held it up so Claire could see. “Opening manager. Always went home with a set of keys.”

She opened the employee door and ushered Claire inside. The hall before her was eerily silent, but Joan trekked forward with unbridled confidence. Claire trailed along behind her, still wrapped in Joan’s sweater as she started warming up. Even without working heat, the walls did wonders to block the wind. Her boots clacked along the tile floor. The sound echoed just a bit.

Joan opened a door, and the storefront revealed itself. The shelves were an organized chaos of empty boxes, cans, and pieces of furniture that had been taken apart for supplies. Claire didn’t have any time to gawk. Joan kept a fast pace.

“I’m back!” She called, skirting around the end of an aisle and heading for the clothing section, “and I brought Claire!”

“Claire!” She almost melted when she heard Valerie’s voice.

“Val!”

She turned the corner and they were face to face. Claire scanned her face, counted her piercings, searched for the flecks of gold in Valerie’s eyes, everything to make sure she was really standing in front of her.

“You’re soaked,” Valerie breathed.

Claire tucked Valerie’s hair back gently. “You’re here.”

“Christ.” Another stranger appeared to the left of Valerie. “You’re shaking.”

Valerie pulled Claire into a tight hug. She relaxed into it. “Thank God you’re here.”

“C’mon, let’s get you a blanket.” Joan nodded them further into the clothing section, then glared at the newcomer. “And a fire. That’s supposed to be attended.”

“It’s fine.” The newcomer brushed her off, but scurried back over to a flickering light. Valerie gave Claire a once over, then stepped back and gestured in the same direction. “It’s warm.”

The clothing section had been contorted into a blanket fort, a full fledged childhood wonder blanket fort. There were piles of clothes under comforters to make beds, and sheets created walls that trapped heat inside. In the center, a small fire burned. It lit up the whole space.

Claire sank into a warm, fuzzy blanket, her toes peeking out to bask in the firelight. Valerie’s arm laid across her shoulders.

She finally had a chance to get a good look at the other woman. From the quick glance she saw from her peripheral, she already knew she had short, dark brown hair, but now that she was looking more closely she recognized a strong curl pattern and a high bun. Her visible skin was spotted with freckles, complemented beautifully by the orange firelight. Her arms though…

Wow.

The straps of her tank top showed off her muscular shoulders and beefy arms. Claire had to fight to keep herself from staring.

Joan too glew in the firelight. She’d changed into a loose pair of pajamas, her hair in a satin bonnet. It had felt like forever since Claire had even thought about getting comfortable, but this Walmart was like an elementary school slumber party.

“We have first aid kits, some food, lots of blankets, bottled water, it’s been pretty easy to ration with just the two of us,” Joan explained.

“But we’re starting to hit a wall,” the other woman added, “what we have in resources, we lack in practical skills.”

Claire nodded slowly. “So you’re looking for someone to teach you what you’re missing?”

“Not exactly.” Joan tossed the pair a package of beef jerky. “We’re looking to be a bigger group. More eyes, more ears-”

Valerie raised a brow. “More mouths.”

“More minds.” Joan challenged. “More ideas, more security. Imagine how much safer we could be if we could always be in pairs? A pair holding down the fort while another pair goes out. Nobody’s stuff gets stolen and nobody gets stuck somewhere alone.”

“I like that.” Claire decided. “But that’s a lot of trust to put into strangers. Why us?”

“Because you’re gay.” The other woman said behind a mouthful of apple.

“I’m sorry, what was your name?”

“Clover.” She waved. “Lesbian.”

Valerie snickered. “You wanna form a GSA?”

“I want to have some solidarity, yeah.” Clover used her lips to point to Joan. “And Joan’s right, there are things we just can't do with only two people.”

Claire shifted to whisper to Valerie. “I like them.”

“I do too,” she whispered back, “but let’s ease into this.”

Maybe it was the food, the fire, or the way Claire’s muscles could finally release their tension, but she could think of very few objections. From the calm, small smile on Valerie’s face, she could tell Val wasn’t too apprehensive either. Call her naive, but Claire really did trust these girls, at least for the night.

Clover slipped into a toothy smile. “Let’s get to know each other first though.”

[danothan]

sniffs. what changed 😢

[sasukimimochi]

His eyes scanned the horizon, making sure he was on track to get home, but then his legs faltered as he saw something in the distance, between the many aspen and evergreens. A small splash of color amongst white and faded jade. He slipped, exclaiming as he tumbled down the slope, as shallow as it had been. The man groaned, and lifted himself slowly while dusting off the snow now stuck to him from the rolling.

            “Are you…Alright?”

            The man’s head shot up and met with another pair of eyes- like fields of ice, but soft. He’d never seen such eyes. “I…y…yeah, wait,” He shook his head and stood up, now noticing the ethereal man kneeling beside a frozen spring, thin, ivory digits stained pink from the cold and held calmly in his lap. This man…who was he? Why was he out here?

            “Uh…What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” The ethereal figure quietly looked back to the stream, eyes somehow…speaking a thousand words, but none that the other could recognize.

            “Waiting…”

OK. I decided to bite the bullet and post this.

These are character designs for an original cultivation story (would be BL btw, i realize i forgot to write the genders on the sheets) and i was kind of nervous to post them for some reason so i've had them for a while now (as you can see at the end of 2022)

But i love the characters obv, and since i didn't draw today again due to trying to get some posts prepped for the future, i thought...what better time to share these than now?

um well, i hope you like the concepts? i don't really have a summary for the book yet. since its an original though i wanted to do a lot more research into cultivation before i began actually writing again (i have some bits and bobs but they need to be redone probably) uh, basically the premise is though that Wyn (chestnut hair) is disguised as a woman for an arranged marriage but then the husband he marries, when he lifts the veil, is very happy abt it and they end up having a happy life- for however long that lasts. something happens and he dies (he's already dead at the start of 1 this aint a spoil lol) and so we begin 50 years later where every day he waits at the spot his husband was supposed to meet him no matter the weather, and he meets a rogue cultivator who likes to go by Aspen. Ensue hijinks lol

Drawings that didn't make the cut [or you know, first scribbles/thoughts] are under the read more line.

honestly tho idk the rules of cultivation stories which is holding me back, i'm so interested in cultivation now but i have read 2 danmei and thats it rn

so i'm clearly lacking the needed experience sadlfhasdg-- anyway...

[datbugboi7]

I redesigned all of mkdm

Cause I was bored and a lot of scenes make me feel icky now

Shouta is the most different I think, Lucoa second most but that's just because I tried to add more dragon elements to her.

Anyways

Shout's motivations are still the same but now it's a whole, "I'm an adult now, why does my family still treat me like I don't know what I'm doing!" Instead of, "I'm a kid who just wants to be liked by adults!"

Not much else has changed with anyone else's motivations. I wish the show focused more of Tohru and Kobayashi :/

Doubles (and Elma) under cut

[sora227]

i am a huge tono arata fan you guys just don't know it