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moxiepoxart · 3 months
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I made another TikTok
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Their friendship in my head is so fuckin funny you don't understand
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fairy-tail-trash · 4 months
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I'm sick, and bored, so, I did more @fairytail-redraw prompts, one is this months and one is from May. So here are my recolorings.
This months
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fairytail-redraw · 11 months
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*Insert It's Gonna Be May joke here*
The fairy tail redraw event is open to all artists (whether you are traditional or digital) and editors!
The rules are simple:
Pick a prompt to redraw or edit (or 2, or all 3 if you feel like it!)
You're free to interpret and change the drawing however you see fit! Wanna change some colours? Wanna tweak things here and there? Go ahead! Nothing's off the table! The prompts are here to inspire you!
When you're done, @ this blog in your post and use the tag #fairytailredraw for it to be reblogged here and that's it! All there is to it!
Also an important note: though the redraw prompts change every month there is no such thing as a late drawing! You could draw any prompt any time and it wouldn't matter.
So no pressure on being late!
Have any questions? Look here or shoot the blog a question!
(Reblog to help get the prompts around!)
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blushingdread · 2 months
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Girls night out!
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fairytailuv4life · 1 year
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Cats can actually be little bastards sometimes and Happy is showing that example lol
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thinkithinktoomuch · 1 year
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Just got to the Grand Magic Games in my Fairy Tail rewatch, (one of my favorite arcs,) and I love how everyone just openly acknowledges that Jellal and Erza are about as subtle as a pair of 13-year-olds. Like, these are two of the most powerful wizards in the country, but put them together and they’re just two painfully-in-love awkward turtles. And even Laxus knows it.
(Also, can we take a moment to appreciate Cana obliterating the magic meter? Definitely a top 10 Fairy Tail moment for me.)
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fairy-edits · 9 months
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💜 YOU WANT A DRINK? 💜
-Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest-
(#Coloring)
Credits: H.Mashima & A.Ueda Arts.
Color by me.
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hellisoursalvation · 1 year
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Cordelia Chase and Cana Alberona would be friends.
I’m not sure why or how, but they would.
Cana would also want to fuck Faith.
That’s an issue for another time though.
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justminawrites · 9 months
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Where The Stars Collide - Chapter 2: Cana
AO3
Summary: Cana makes a bet. tw: Implied/referenced alcohol abuse; also general creepy drunk man behaviour (nothing that didn't happen in the anime)
prologue | 1 | 2 | TBC
Cana Alberona needed a drink. 
Something much much stronger than mead, and enough to really get her hammered. Cana had been drinking since noon– no she didn’t have a problem and it was just the lighter stuff really; that was until her dead friend returned and nearly sent her into the underworld with a bone-crushing embrace. 
“Cana!” Lisanna had squealed before jumping her, “It’s been so long!”
Cana had never been closer to quitting alcohol in her whole life. 
Visions were one thing but the friend she hadn’t seen in five years nearly choking her in a hug in front of the whole guild? Nope. She was never drinking mead, no— ale, rum, water– she was never drinking anything ever again. 
Cana sighed and absentmindedly twirled the empty goblet in her hand round and round. She should be happy. 
Natsu and the others rescued Lisanna from someplace called Edolas where magic was apparently non-existent, or something, Cana hadn’t been listening. She’d only managed to stomach about 3% of the reunion before putting aside her empty mead barrel, and hightailing it out of Fairy Tail. 
The rain accompanied her as she aimlessly wandered from bar-to-bar, only to have the door shut in her face each time; although Cana had garnered a fearsome reputation as a Fairy Tail member, nearly every bartender within a five mile radius had other reasons to be distrustful of the dark-haired wizard – namely her alcohol not-problem.
She’d finally sought refuge in a homely inn just on the outskirts of the city– the old innkeeper took pity when she’d seen the wizard slicked with rain, shivering in cobblestone alleyway – and forked over whatever jewels she had on her for a bed and another unsatisfying drink, but Cana’s monstrous thirst was particularly unquenchable tonight.
Motioning for another refill, she stared into her sad reflection as the mead slowly rippled into the goblet; finally reaching the conclusion that her sour mood probably had more to do with what Gramps said that very morning. 
The old man had pulled her aside to hand her a notice with the guild’s sigil stamped in the far right corner, and the unmistakable scrawl of Fairy Tail’s strongest wizard detailing his intent to return. Cana had dropped the paper in surprise. 
Gildarts Clive was coming.
“I wanted you to be the first to know,” Makarov had said, giving the top of her head a kind pat as she’d scrambled to pick up the paper with one hand and hide her tears with the other. After seven long years, her father was coming home. 
Cana spent the rest of the day in a daze, unable to read even her cards properly (though not for lack of trying) until she reverted to alcohol to take the edge off. But then Lisanna showed up and all the alcohol in the world couldn’t keep Cana’s world from falling apart around her.
Cana always thought she was good under pressure. Sure, she had her vices but who didn’t, right? She’d kept her worry for her guild mates during the Oracieon Seis debacle at bay, and even strong-armed her way through everything that happened with Laxus and the Thunder Palace. The only time she lost her cool was when– 
“Wake up! Why don’t you admire your handiwork ya traitor! You’re patheti–“
Cana sucked her teeth guiltily, recalling Gray’s drooping shoulders, the hardness on his face as Daphne and her Dragonoid terrorised the city. 
She should’ve trusted him, the boy she’d grown up with would never have betrayed his guild for any reason, but Magnolia had only just recovered from a certain lightning dragonslayer’s reckless threats weeks prior and Cana had been looking for someone, anyone, to blame. They’d never expected– she’d never expected to fight Laxus; Laxus was as much her family as Natsu and Erza. As Gray.
It was though the universe had quite literally flipped on its head; her family were becoming enemies at the drop of a hat, while their enemies were being treated like family – and though she would forever be indebted to Juvia for her willingness to fight with Fairy tail, Cana wondered what Gramps was thinking when he let Gajeel in– after all he did to Lucy, to Levy. 
Suffice to say she’d been looking for an emotional punching bag to relieve her of all that betrayal, and Gray’s unwarranted alliance with Daphne was the icing on the whipped cream of crap that’d become her life. She’d tried to apologise, in her own way, but Gray just waved it off – somehow that hurt more than if he’d never forgiven her at all.
He had a right to be angry. After all, if anyone should’ve known better, if anyone should’ve trusted him irrationally, it should’ve been her. Especially after everything they’d been through.
Cana blinked to see her tumbler once again painfully empty, and the sour taste of mead coating the back of her throat. She sighed; dredging up the past wouldn’t do either of them any good now. And it certainly wouldn’t stop her father from returning. 
“Why hello there, pretty lady.”
Ugh. Cana’s lips curled distastefully as a man pulled up a barstool beside her and the sickly sweet croon of flirting trickled into her ear. Normally, she would jump at the opportunity to stuff down her emotions with drunk sex but she was hardly drunk and with the sloppy smile her neighbour was giving her, she doubted he was any good at the latter.
“No thanks,” she grunted, shifting away from him imperceptibly, the creak of her wooden chain echoing into the empty bar. 
“Now, hold on a minute,” He scooted closer, the sweaty musk of some undoubtedly cheap perfume-oil pinching at her nose, “Don’t tell me you intend to keep all that lovely mead to yourself.”
“Why not?” She retorted, clutching the barrel protectively, “I paid for it.”
“Haven’t you heard of the saying that a drink has never tasted sweeter than the one you share it with?”
Cana rolled her eyes and turned to face him. This was her first proper look at the intruding man, and if she were in any better mood she’d have to admit she’d have slept with him without a second thought. Broad-shouldered, well-muscled, dark-hair, significantly older than her; it was like checking off a list. 
“I’m Bacchus,” he gave her another saccharine smile when he noticed her sizing him up, “Often compared to the god of wine in my hometown.”
Cana snorted. 
“Is that right?” 
“I assure you,” he moved closer and motioned to her mead barrel, “–no one’s been able to beat me at a drinking contest yet.”
Cana found that hard to believe- despite his reservations, the man looked like a lightweight if she’d ever seen one. All brawn and no brains; they were usually the quickest to fall.
“I’m a member of Quatro Cerberus,” Bacchus continued, “I take it you’ve heard of us.”
“Nope,” She retorted, shifting away again in the hopes that he would get the hint and just leaver her the hell alone.
“We seem to have got off on the wrong foot,” he refused to tale the hint, “–why don’t we make a bet?”
Cana had a pretty good idea where this was going.
“You want to try and out-drink me?” 
The idea was so ludicrous she might’ve laughed in his face if she were any less wary. 
Now there weren’t many things Cana was proud of, but her wild teenage years had blessed her with an ironclad liver and a tolerance so high she’d have to toe the line between alcohol poisoning and death to really have a good night out. She was the reason there was a law in Magnolia stating bartenders were required to cut-off Fairy Tail wizards after their fifth barrel. 
“No,” Bacchus held out his hand for her to shake, “I want you to try to out-drink me.”
If it were any other night, she would’ve got up and left by now. Normally she had no patience for arrogant asses who seemed determined to make fools of themselves but the thought of going back to the guild hall and facing everyone, facing Lisanna – Lisanna who hadn’t been there for the last five years; who hadn’t seen just how much of her grief Cana had chosen to drink away; Lisanna who’d stayed the exact same, bright-eyed and beautiful while her own heart shrunk unto itself – seemed even more unbearable. 
“Fine,” she held out her hand hesitantly, seeing the dark glint in Bacchus’ eyes, “–what’re we betting on?”
“Just each other’s company,” He grinned, squeezing it, “But there’s a catch.”
She raised an eyebrow as Bacchus reached into the folds of his shiny purple, beetle-esque armour to pull out two metal flasks of liquid and held one out to her. Cana looked at him quizzically.
“Lotus-wine,” He explained, uncorking one with the flick of his finger, “A specialty where I’m from. I find mead to be too light for my stomach.”
Cana knew her alarm bells should be going off right now but the smell of the lotus-wine was strangely intoxicating in its newness, and the restlessness she’d been feeling all night was momentarily satiated by the unfamiliarity.
“I hope you’re ready to lose.” 
Bacchus only nodded, watching her hungrily. Fingers closing around the flask, Cana tipped her head back and swallowed. 
She was floating.
The wine had a vaguely sweet, berry-like flavour but everytime she tried to narrow down the offending fruit, it slipped off the tip of her tongue and sent her careening into a memory she’d desperately been trying to avoid. 
She scrabbled at her lucidity for purchase as her vision blurred and tilted, the amber glow of the bar lights and poignant purple of her partner’s armour bleeding into one another to create the reddish-brown hue of her father’s hair.
And suddenly, Cana was in a memory.
It was the winter of X778; she remembers it well because it was the day she’d decided to tell Gildarts the truth. 
She was his daughter. 
It was Cana’s most well-kept secret, something she hadn’t dared to say out loud even to herself (in case she might bring about a stray jinx), and not a soul at Fairy Tail suspected as much. The only two people who knew were the ones it was impossible to hide anything from, namely Gramps, and the one friend she’d chosen to tell in confidence, Gray Fullbuster. 
(Natsu found out by accident but Cana managed to convince him that the reason she and Gildarts smelled alike was because they’d both been cursed by a pixie and he could at no point bring it up with his mentor or the curse would become permanent.)
Cana wore her best dress, and rehearsed her lines over and over: “Cornelia Alberona was my mother. She fell sick and told me to find you before she died. I came to Fairy Tail to find you, Dad.”
She’d even consulted the cards, and they guaranteed that today would be the most auspicious day to receive news about long-lost family. Nothing could possibly go wrong. 
Cana woke up bright and early, and waited in the guild hall at a quarter-past-ten: that was when Gildarts and Natsu usually returned from their training. (In hindsight, she was far more jealous of Natsu than she’d let on, after all, Gildarts may have been a great mentor but he was her father first). 
Sure enough, the two burst in through a random wall, arm-in-arm, faces mirroring a devious grin, despite Natsu’s sporting a purple bruise that would disappear by lunchtime. 
“Hello, there!” Gildarts greeted her the way he always did, one arm on her head to ruffle her hair, and a gentle smile. No more, no less. She often wondered wether it was wrong for her to ask for more. 
“Uhm– I–“ Cana stumbled over her words, her mind suddenly blank as the most powerful wizard in  Fairy Tail paused and looked back expectantly, waiting for to continue. The words Cornelia.. sick.. find.. Dad.. all tangled up in her throat and what came out instead was,
“I’m Dad– don’t become sick, you might find Cornelia too!”
Gildarts looked at her bemusedly, but before could open his mouth to ask what the heck she’d meant by that, Natsu tugged at his cape so hard, he ripped a piece right off and went flying into a wooden bench. 
“Ow!” The pink-haired boy whined, rubbing his head before earning a sharp smack from Erza on the exact same spot and rushing to hide from the “Monster" behind his mentor. Gildarts picked him up, momentarily forgetting her blunder (forgetting her), and hoisted the little dragonslayer onto his shoulders, who for his part, spent the next ten minutes crowing about his newfound vantage point by taunting his redheaded adversary.
Cana sighed. Guess today wasn’t the right day after all. 
“What’re you moping about,” a dark-haired boy interrupted her wistful mumbling, “I can see your sappiness from all they way over there.”
Cana felt her mood lighten as she looked up into equally dark eyes, now flickering with concern.
“And I can see your underwear,” She snickered, having the pleasure of seeing is face go from stoic to horrified in a matter of seconds. Once Gray had located his pants, and Cana had set up her impromptu fortune-telling booth on one of the bar tables, he joined her in keeping watch over the rest of the guild’s shenanigans.
The two of them had drifted together, against all odds, by being excluded from the rest of their guild since they were still children. They wouldn’t be invited to missions or after-parties and hence ended up around the guild-hall with nothing much to do. Cana hadn’t wanted to be friends at first,  the clothes-stripping weirdo was the last person she’d seek out voluntarily, but over the years, found that she hadn’t minded his company. And it seemed to be mutual.
“So, did you tell him?” Gray asked, crossing his arms over his shiny, new guild-mark. Envy shone in Cana’s eyes but she tried her level best not to stare.
“How did you get Gramps to approve the guild-mark,” Cana said instead, “I thought you need to be at least 17 to be a licensed wizard in Magnolia.”
“Ah, this?” He puffed up his chest, pride shining out of every 12-year-old cell in his body, “He said I was ready to have mine.”
“You begged him didn’t you,” She suppressed a smile as Gray’s shoulders went taught.
“Did not,” He sniped, but watched quietly as she laid out the blue deck of oracle cards in front of her in neat lines. 
“Did you steal the guild-stamp then?” Cana was only joking but when she saw Gray absentmindedly rubbing the silver cross necklace around his neck (a tell), she gasped, sending a few cards scattering over the wooden floorboards.
“You did!”
“Not on purpose! Natsu dared me to do it!”
“That IS on purpose, you idiot!” Cana groaned and put her head in her hands; when Gramps heard about this they’d all be in trouble. Natsu, Erza, even Lisanna! When one of them was in trouble, all of them were: Fairy Tail motto through and through. And Laxus would give ‘em all hell for it.
“Yeah, yeah, they’ll never know,” Gray shrugged off her nagging and bent over to pick up the fallen cards.
"Sure,” She rolled her eyes, “I bet you can’t keep your clothes on for more than 10 minutes!”
“My clothes ARE on!”
“For NOW!”
“What’s all this about clothes now?” 
Cana only just kept herself from gasping out loud as Gildarts’ rumbling voice interrupted their tiff; the wizard then bent over to pick up the final card and lay it on top of the wooden bar table: The Emperor .
Even Gray fell quiet at the sight of the man, awestruck by the raw magical energy that seemed to fill the room with his presence even before he arrived. Gildarts knelt to be eye-level with the children and smiled.
“Now, I remember you trying to tell me something little-miss,” he said kindly, looking at Cana. 
“Are you sure you have to leave so soon?” Master Makarov interrupted scurrying at Gildarts’ heels, before she could open her mouth. 
“I’m afraid so, Master,” he replied, his face taking on a hardened edge Cana hadn’t seen before, “The beast is too cunning to be slain by normal means; only brute force will work.”
Master Makarov gave a deep sigh and squeezed his guild member’s shoulder.
“Remember what I said to you earlier,” Makarov’s voice took on an almost threatening tone, “–you will always have family here.”
Cana watched their back an forth in confusion, suddenly clapping her hands together as an idea came to her.
“I can read your fortune!” She said excitedly, reshuffling The Emperor card into the blue deck in front of her. 
Makarov and Gildarts exchanged a look. 
“I haven’t heard those words in a long time,” Gildarts said finally, turning back to her, “– tell me, little girl, was your mother a fortune-teller too?”
“Yes! Corn– uh– cornfields! She used to work in the cornfields in the countryside which is where she learned to read..”
Gray shook his head as if to say ‘smooth.’
“I- uh- I see,” Gildarts nodded awkwardly like what she’d said made perfect sense.
“Anyway,” Cana tried to move on from the hiccup, “Just give me a second.” 
She closed her eyes and focused on the small, paper panels of the cards, the runes inscribed onto them and breathe in, breathe out, breath in...
Cana held in a grin as she heard Gray catching his breath at the new party trick she’d learnt specially to impress her father. The cards had begun to glow a faint blue, and float around her in gentle circular patterns with three main ones flipping over to tell the fortune. 
She opened her eyes, pleased to find both Gildarts and Gramps clapping obediently, while Gray’s expression had already soured.
“What does it say?” Gildarts prompted.
“You’ll finish the mission very quickly and be back home in a jiffy!” Cana affirmed. The S-class wizard laughed then, gently ruffling her hair again, before taking his leave. A spark of what felt like panic seized her chest, all of a sudden.
“Let’s hope you’re right little–“
“Cana.”
“Hm?” He turned in confusion.
“My name’s Cana. Cana Alberona.” She said matter-of-factly, waiting to see a glimpse of recognition in Gildarts’s impenetrable gaze.
“Well, then,” He smiled knowingly, “Let’s hope you’re right Little Cana Alberona.”
And then her father was gone. 
Cana felt herself drift back into the present reluctantly; that hadn’t been the entire memory, there was still more that happened after Gildarts left, but she found herself dipping in and out of the current like a leaf, until it completely swept her back onto shore, back into the ochre glow of the inn on the outskirts of Magnolia.
Cana found that though she’d regained consciousness, the lotus-wine had quite literally swept her off her feet; she was lying on the wooden floorboard, at the foot of her barstool, objectively and inexcusably drunk. 
Her pride was more wounded than she was. This is what the great Cana Alberona had been reduced to? For shame.
The memory had left her feeling light-headed, so much so that she didn’t notice Bacchus leaning over her curled up frame in triumph, holding what looked like a turquoise-blue flag. 
“Looks like I win,” he crooned, waving the flag in front of her eyes, “Guess I’ll be taking this as a trophy, pretty lady.”
Cana didn’t think much of it, the aftermath of the wine and memories demanded she sleep it off, even here, on the inn’s wooden floorboards; until she turned to fold unto herself and made the shocking revelation that her bra was missing. 
Her.. Bra.. Was.. 
Oh that wasn’t a turquoise flag he was waving in her face, it was her– 
Cana’s eyes flashed open, arms protectively clutching at her naked chest; just in time to see the door swing open and Bacchus’s big, broad-shouldered frame fly backwards and hit the wall with a sickening crack of broken bone.
Gray Fullbuster stood at the entrance, his dark eyes flashing with unbridled rage. 
Next Chapter ->
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bluemglory · 2 years
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Cana: *in the morning* Where am I?.. Fuck the details, WHAT CONTINENT?
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moxiepoxart · 4 months
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Yea I did all 3
@fairytail-redraw
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Your headcanons my good comrades
Pantherlily does not like to be carried like the other exceeds. He's not a kid like the others plus he's got that soldier pride going on. The most he'll do is sit on someone's shoulder if he feels like it. (Plus his default mode for his whole life was being 6ft tall, so being picked up or treated like a cat is,,,,,,uncomfortable for him to say the least).
Everyone's always wary of getting their hands too close to Natsu's face during a guild brawl. He's unpredictable and they never know which days he's feeling like sinking his teeth into someone's arm.
Erza always has some sort of armour piece or weapon on her. Ehe could be wearing jeans and a t shirt but she's wearing gauntlets or paldron. Swimsuit but she's got a small hatchet on a belt with hatchet. Party dress but she's got chainmail on over it. It looks weird but the physical safety helps her feel more comfortable.
Levy loves books but she also dog ears em, or makes notes in em. Her choice favourites have coffee stains on em. Lucy loves her but she sleeps in fear when she has to lend Levy a book.
Aside from the usual mage jobs, Cana gets a lot of free liqour from breweries to sample and endorse their products which especially happened way more often after GMG. This does not stop her from running up tabs at the guild or other bars.
Laxus putting on the gaudiest animal print shirt known to god and man, knowing it'll piss off his team mates-' >:) '
Gajeel sparred with Erza once and only once where he reacted on instinct when she swung a sword at him and took a chomp out of it. She has yet to forgive him for it.
There's like, a gaggle of old ladies in Magnolia who've attached themselves to Gray for some reason. They're just inexplicably fond of him, group assigned grandson and all that. He visits em often despite not understanding why this is happening to him.
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fairy-tail-trash · 4 months
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I FINISHED IT
Here is my submission for @fairytail-redraw
I specifically did an edit based redraw, cause I can't draw for shit. So it's more a recoloring. I have a few headcannon Easter eggs, as well as a Easter egg for the runner of the redraw account, based off of an art they did. Without further ado, the piece.
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ravewoodx · 2 years
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Fairy tail chapter 168
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rosavatar · 8 months
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NaLu Week day 5: Gifts
Cana has some interesting ideas for these two.
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