used this as an excuse to doodle another Maka while I take a break from working ouo’
Makarov plays the piano, and he plays it well. His mother taught him how to play, and he mainly plays classical music, though sometimes he composes his own music. Almost all of his music is untitled, quickly scrawled down on spare staff paper and shuffled away in his many folders of sheet music.
His original compositions are usually best described as elegant chaos. His music sounds discordant on an initial listen, but listen a few more times and the entire piece will suddenly click together. There’s still chaos, but there’s purpose in it. Every note makes sense.
Sometimes Makarov will wake up in the middle of the night in a flurry of inspiration, and he’ll pound away at the piano until he’s finally gotten whatever song has entered his head, out. He’s feverish, entranced, as if possessed by whatever had stricken him late in the night.
He often won’t go back to sleep until long after the sun has risen.
While I was writing Call of Honor (and in particular writing/planning Soap’s interactions with Piero), I never really planned on him being neurodivergent. But the more I write him, the more I get the feeling of...he is neurodivergent, but doesn’t realize.
Soap thinks that literally everyone has certain materials or cuts of clothing they literally cannot wear, or certain foods they cannot eat because the texture makes their skin crawl. Every time he goes to buy a new article of clothing, he has to touch it first to make sure the texture won’t make him want to rip it off his back. It baffles him when he realizes that not everyone does, and if anything, there are people who think he’s weird for it.
He gets it when other neurodivergent people talk about “special interests,” not because he thinks he has them (he does), but because he thinks his intense, passionate interests are similar. He doesn’t get it when other people don’t spend all their free time thinking about those one or two Things™ that they really really like.
The routine of the military is comforting to him and he chalks it up to being the only thing he’s ever known since he was 16. It’s not just the when of a routine that comforts him, either, it’s the what. Like, maybe it doesn’t matter if he eats dinner at 6 pm sharp every evening, just as long as he gets to wash his hands and his face before and after. He doesn’t get why people look at him funny. It just feels right—what’s the issue?
He’s meticulous and precise, taking comfort in detailed plans and having a knack for noticing patterns where others don’t always. Every time he listens to music he has to get up and move, every time someone makes a certain noise or does a certain action he has to stop himself from repeating it, because every time he does, people either look at him funny or think he’s mocking them. These aren’t the only signs—there’s more, many more—and the irony is, he can recognize them in other people (like his niece, Siubhan, or in Piero), but he can’t recognize them in himself.
me: I should work on my commissions or on my big personal projects or-
@welldonekhushi‘s art of Makarov in a tank top: hey :3
me: *sighs and opens Clip Studio*
5/27 14:00(GMT+08:00)Chick the link video!
some assorted makas from twitter
5/14 14:00(GMT+08:00)Chick the link video!
mods are asleep post Maka in a dress
a couple more CoD doodles~
Have a CoH!Maka
Used @capochiino's expression meme for inspiration ouo;
I really can't stand this man
5/3 14:00(GMT+08:00)Chick the link video!
some assorted bastards ouo just because I needed some icons for tupperbox
(Apoptosis!Maka on the left, Venator!Maka on the right~)
here's the version with the background if anyone wants it