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hey! people still seem to follow me on here omg! i haven’t posted for over a year but you still like my posts tysm <333 unfortunately, i don’t like hetalia anymore, but i still post art on my new blog @cloudy-angell and on my instagram (cloudyangel_)
thank you all for sticking with me for all this time, luv u guys <33333
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We need some more Midnight/Macbeth i-i You paint him very cute
When I read this ask I was so confused because- when have I ever draw Macbeth?? And then I thought again and- ooh…. That one lol. Well, I do have a draft of him in basically the same pose (sleeping on Jellal)
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This is my final piece and my homage to Fairy Tail and Crime Sorciere, which has granted me an unimaginable sandbox. As such, this work is entirely self-indulgent, and while it reflects the canon ending, it is intended to wrap up loose ends that weren’t addressed explicitly by the ending. This is not a shipping piece, although there are implications. It is also written in first person with introspection, which I know most fans prefer not to read, but again, fully self-indulgent. A bit bittersweet as well. Not as perfect or smooth as I’d like but it never is, is it?
I’d like to take a moment to recognize @ahumanintraining @mags-duranb, @blade-of-hope, @kyogre-blue, @blamedorange and @dragonshost for the hours and hours of Crime Sorciere-related meta, plotting, discussions, arguments and conspiracy theories; it’s been a wild ride guys. (this is not an obligation to read the fic, just a heartfelt thank you).
It felt like it should be raining, the clouds hanging heavy, darkening the sky far too early in the evening, yet somehow not threatening. More sad than anything, I guess, although I try not the anthropomorphize the weather, and guilt presses down silently, as heavy as the clouds threatening to break in an unseasonal drizzle.
I should’ve gone with him; it wasn’t too late to catch up.
Readjusting my padded jacket – new and clean, stiff with lack of use – I wished it were heavier, longer, made of a different, scratchy navy fabric that was faded with hard use. Of course, that was impossible, unless I wished to coat myself in the ashes of the past, literally ashes since the cloak had been burned. Delicately tugging the cuffs down over my wrists, devoid of any signs of effervescent pink, my shoulders braced against a particularly strong, sharp gust of wind as my feet carried me towards my destination without much conscious thought.
I’d walked this path before, numerous times, in a different capacity, but my body didn’t know or care things had changed irrevocably. It craved what lay at the end of the journey – warmth, familiarity, a soft place to lay, something hot to drink and food for the belly.
Boot catching on an uneven cobblestone, irritation burned through the numbness momentarily and I swung a right just in time. My temper was short with exhaustion, and my emotional patience drained dry. If I had tears, I wasn’t sure where they were hiding. People normally cried when they were sad, didn’t they?
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some great jellal content to consider:
soft smiles
jellal trying not to laugh when Meredy roasts others in CS/OS
jellal watching the sunrise
the hint of a smirk when he sees an opening in a battle
confidence in his magic
sad star boy
feeling entirely too satisfied with himself when he figures out the plot twist in the story before it’s revealed
politely yawns with his hand over his mouth
always sends Erza Christmas and birthday presents but never signs them (she always knows it’s him anyway)
seriously, sleepy Jellal with ruffled hair
prefers tea to coffee
borrows Meredy’s compact mirror to style his hair
waits for everyone else to take a bite before he starts eating
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Ok serious talk though. I might make fun of Jellal because it’s so fucking hilarious to do but really in all AUs I can’t help but see him as someone people are intimidated by. He’s only every dorky around his friends to be honest.
At least with the rest of them people can usually figure out what the gang is thinking or gonna do in some situations. But Jellal is cryptic, quiet and knows how to keep his expressions emotionless so people can never get a read on him.
People can’t help but be wary around him and it’s even worse when he smirks. Literal Kill-Bill sirens start blaring in their heads begging them to book it.
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It was on that day that Cobra realized that his boss was still crazy.
Cobra refused the name ofc
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Meredy: Release me! I can help!
Lahar: N-NO!
Maybe the council caught Meredy, but then some dark guild starts attacking them?? idk but omg I think I ship this now 8D
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this is my favorite panel of jellal and meredy
I mean look at his hand… he looks after her d'aww ;w;
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