#especially compared to Turtle or Fathom

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

My personal rating on how much I like “canon” protag WoF ships with short or little explanation for them (within the Arc’s they’re in).

Arc 1:

Tsunami x Riptide - I kinda like it. A bit over-hated tbh. Maybe “boring” to some people, but Riptide sweet, caring and “bland” personality really contrasts with Tsunami’s vibrant, feisty and stubborn personality, which is quite neat to me tbh.

Starflight x Fatespeaker - Not really into it. It’s alright though I guess. I feel like Starflight needed to move on from his feelings for Sunny (without her advising him to move on with Fatespeaker RIGHT AFTER rejecting him) and Fatespeaker gaining healthier bonds with other dragons that care and respect her (other than Starflight (and Sunny)) before they ever get together.

Peril x Clay - No thanks. I don’t like it They’re better as friends and I think that Peril needs to move on from for obsessive and co-dependent feelings towards Clay more. Also Clay doesn’t seem like the type of dragon to have a lover- only family and friends.

Glory x Deathbringer - not sure how to throughly explain in a short way but I dislike it for a couple bunch of reasons. Not that good of a ship tbh.

Sunny x Starflight - Nope. Sunny views Starflight as a brother, and they’re been raised together for the entirety of their lives, so they can count as adopted siblings.

Arc 2:

Moon x Qibli - I really like them. Poorly executed in canon unfortunately, but the potential of them being an interesting and good ship compels me to them.

Winter x Qibli - I’m not that into them tbh. I feel like Winter needs to work on himself before getting in a committing relationship with someone. Also I dislike how the fandom writes their ship, it waters down their character dynamics with each other that can be potentially be interesting and quite neat.

Turtle x Kinkajou - I don’t really like it. The love spell is just…yeah. Not into that. Also Kinkajou’s feelings for Turtle are MUCH different compared to Turtle’s feelings for her so that’s an additional plus for making the ship feeling off-putting. They’re better off as friends (or possibly maybe even in a Queerplatonic relationship together).

Peril x Clay - already explained it.

Moon x Winter - Not a fan tbh. I don’t remember much of Moon and Winter interactions after Moon Rising, but a couple bunch of them weren’t that great tbh. Also what I mentioned about Winter in the Qinter section.

Arc 3 (ships are much better here):

Blue x Cricket - I like them! They’re cute together :). I liked that they both are shown to have romantic feelings for each other within both of their PoVs, instead of one character liking the other and not know if the other character likes them back or not for an extended period of time. That just felt…refreshing and new to me for some reason.

Sundew x Willow - Cute ship. They’re nice. They obviously contrast with each other neatly and are good canon lesbian rep. especially with Sundew being the main protag. I also like that when Belladonna maybe noticed Sundew liking Willow, instead of worrying she was like: “Fuck you mom, this is who I am and this is who I love, whether you like it or not. Deal with it.” I don’t 100% really know why, I just do lol.

Swordtail x Luna - Cute ship, they’re nice. I like that Luna informs Swordtail about the injustice and how racist the society they lived in is and that Swordtail fiercely defends her. Chaotic couple working against the oppression of the world they’re in.

Snowfall x Lynx (Tui. said she would be a better partner for Snowfall than Sky) - Cute ship, I can see it :). just personally would like it better of they’re both AroAce and in a Queerplatonic relationship with each other instead.

Snowfall x Sky (Tui said that Snowfall has some chemistry with Sky) - No thanks. I don’t see it :/

Legends:

Indigo x Fathom - One of the more well-written ships tbh. I’m chill with it. The only problem I have with it is that Indigo’s PoV of liking Fathom isn’t seen that much with Parts 2 or 3, so I didn’t get attached to the ship for that reason.

Darkstalker x Clearsight - I don’t like them. Abusive relationship. BUT they’re interesting in an unhealthy and toxic way that feels tragic, which is what makes them neat and interesting. NOT in a good wholesome “I want them to be together!” way.

Leaf x Ivy - I’m not into it. One of the most rushed PoV ships in my opinion tbh. They’re better off as friends.

Wren x Undauntable - No. NOOOOOO!!! I’m sorry, but out of all of the ships out there (except Sunny x Starflight), this one makes my stomach twist in pure utter cringe and ✨eugh✨. If they ever did got together, Undauntable would have to go through IMMENSE amount of character development. Also I don’t see Wren getting with him. Ever.

Winglets:

Six-Claws x Kindle - We only see them when they meet, nothing else really. I like them compared to other ships in the Winglets though for reasons I’ll never know.

2. Snowflake x Snowfox - I like it and I’m -chill- with it. When lesbianism makes them worser (affectionate) and the best duo ever. Two unhappy dragons teaming up together for what they want while ruining another’s relationship in the process.

3. Fierceteeth x Strongwings - They’re alright. I’m not into them though. I don’t have strong opinions on them.

4. Foeslayer x Arctic - I don’t like it, but I’ll admit it does really SLAP, (and like it in) an unhealthy way. Two young dragons with awful toxic parents finding the only happy bond with other another and then IMMEDIATELY deciding to run away and be in a fully committing relationship together. However, they learned that their life is and themselves aren’t compatible together, yet still stay together because they love each other and are enforced to (have children) by the NightWing kingdom. They’re toxic and downright bad for together yet are gravely connected to each other. Their toxic relationship is shown in a more realistic light - and not completely black and white.

Anyways, these are my personal opinions on WoF ships. Sorry they aren’t the greatest opinions.

You disagree with me, then I do understand that tbh. I’ll do my to respect your ship opinions, and I hope you’ll do my best to respect mine.

Thank you reading this and I hope y’all have a good day/night!!!

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[nova-night-rain]

🦑

WOF ASK/ART PROMPTS!

🦑 - Favorite Tribe? What’s your opinion on that Tribes’ queen?

It has to be SeaWings :'D I've always loved the ocean and aquatic dragons, and I really love my own design for the SeaWings that I've become very attached to. The vague Atlantis vibes and their very artisanal culture speaks to my aesthetics, and I like that they don't have any sort of breath ability but keep up with the other tribes in terms of how they hanble a fight by just being super meaty! My first WoF OC was a SeaWing, and they're definitely my favorite tribe to draw. I've done a lot of my own thinking on them, in a parallel WoF headworld I have so they have a very special place in my heart!

As for my opinions on Coral, I like her quite a bit as a more polarizing queen than the others. Her being the first queen we meet after Scarlet, we want her to be everything Scarlet isn't and everything Tsunami wants her to be, and when we initially meet her and she seems like the perfect queen and mother, I thought that's what she would be, but then the more time we spend with her the more the cracks begin to show and we see her for more of who she really is and I like that a lot. Being Tsunami's mother I wanted her to be the pinnacle of the loving mother and benevolent gracious queen because I love Tsunami and I wanted that for her, unfortunately that ended up not being the case but Coral is far from evil as well. There are things about Coral that frustrate me, but some of them stem from things about the general world culture that frustrate me. I also am very intrigued by the idea that she was potentially teetering on the edges of going completely mad with grief over the losses of her daughters and that's still something sitting somewhere deep in her brain as something she never- and probably will never, recover from. My favorite moment with her is of course the heart to heart she shares with Turtle in Talons of Power, where she gives him closure for what happened between him and his father, and how Gill felt terrible for how harsh he'd been on Turtle over a situation Turtle had no control over and just never had the opportunity to tell him before his death.

I know even within the fandom Coral garners very strong opinions, but that's another thing I like about her. She genuinely unsettles me in a way none of the other Queens or even any of the actual villains have. I love her softer moments like the aforementioned moment with Turtle, but they are then coupled with the instances of her violent tendencies where I genuinely cannot predict what she'll do or how she'll react to things. Like when she threatens to kill Tsunami: her long lost daughter whom she wrote and entire story for in the hopes she'll find it and find her way home, whom she just reunited with, if Tsunami failed to protect Auklet's egg. Or how quick she is to kill subjects who fail her and the ease with with she talks about it. It would always make me slightly nervous of her, which is something I actually like. I am by no means excusing or trying to justify her actions, I just really love how complicated she is and how she genuinely unsettles me at times to read about. I always find characters like that really interesting~

( this is my first time ever drawing Coral or Auklet so these my not be my final designs for them but the general idea I want for them lol )

[clevercatchphrase]

Ghost Switch’s 4th Birthday~

Ahh... Another year down and we’re about 2/3rds done with the Snowdin arc! GOD I hope I finish within the next year, preferably before the end of 2022, but I can’t accurately guesstimate that far ahead. 

I don’t really have a full color comic like I did that last two years, but I DO want to take a minute to appreciate my art improvement this last year, ESPECIALLY with Asgore. Geez, I remember having THE HARDEST time drawing his face 3 years ago in 2019 when he showed up in the first memory, but now??

LOOK👏AT👏THAT👏GLOW UP!

Still no mustache but at this point there ain’t gonna be any on him in the comic. God, he looks so much more huggable now (and younger too!). And comparing the older pages side-by-side the newest ones, I just cannot fathom that I ever made my lineart so thin. Trying to do that now would be impossible for me. I like my lines THICK, if you know what I’m saying (what I am saying is that I just cannot set my brush size to anything less than 14 these days, and that’s only on the SMALL drawings. Big ones are a minimum of 20)

Looking over my art from the past year, have I learned anything new??? 

No. No, I don’t think so. Comic making is still fun, and I’ve gotten into a good rhythm of it~ Making 11 pages in the span of 3ish weeks was quite the challenge, though. It always feels so nice to have a big buffer, and not have to worry about falling behind on pages. It was rewarding and irritating that the third memory, which normally would have taken 2 MONTHS to tell got finished in 3 weeks. God, I wish I could keep up that pace for the rest of the snowdin arc, but that pace is just unsustainable for me in the long run.

SPEAKING OF THE THIRD MEMORY, I have a funny story to tell. For those unaware, I started scripting Ghost Switch in the middle of 2017 (exactly 1 year before the first page was posted, to be exact) and while I knew all the major story beats well before I started, some of the finer details, like minor characters, were still undecided even after I started making pages. One of those was to be Chara and Asriel’s private tutor.

I was already kinda spit balling ideas on a partner for Gerson, since Gerson himself is recognizable in Undertale and thus the fandom. Though honestly, I didn’t really want to make up OCs to be paired with canon characters. (no shade to those who do, I just don’t feel like I could ever create a OC who has the same... “status”? or “importance”? as a canon character does when it comes to acceptance by the fandom at large, and nor do I even want to try)

A year in, and I still haden’t solved the “Partner for Gerson” problem, so imagine my delight when deltarune came out

and I saw this beautiful man

It was pure serendipity.

Or so I thought.

And so, after learning about this new character named Alvin, I finalized my script and ignorantly went about my life, chewing away at this comic for the next 3 years.

Ignorance really is bliss, but last year, while I was listening along to the 6th Undertale anniversary Deltarune Chapter 1 live stream in which the Dog himself was apart in, Toby dropped this bombshell on me that I had never deduced;

I was a little upset by this.

Okay, maybe more than a little. I was absolutely furious at what this meant for me. And yes, I did see the drawing in the unused classroom that had alvin’s name on it. But honest to god, hand on heart, I thought it was a picture OF Alvin, and that the artist had titled it as such. It totally didn’t click to me that it was a drawing BY Alvin of his DAD. (And can you really blame me?? There weren’t too many identifiable features on that tiny square of pixels!)

But, hey, this is just Toby talking off the record. As long as the game itself didn’t confirm it, I was good, right? They could still be 2 unrelated gay turtle monsters in my comic, right?

Well, when I first played chapter 2, I didn’t really care much about what was happening in the dark world, but once I was back in the overworld, you know I bee-lined it to the church, hoping to find NOTHING honestly. But no. You talk to Alvin in the graveyard and he flat out confirms he’s Gerson’s son. There was canon evidence that they were related. I was devastated.

 At a loss of what to do. My script was finalized for this memory, my dialogue typed, my dominoes set up. What was I to do? Should I alter some text? Or just keep it as is? Sure, what I have written down could be read as either platonically or romantically, but I don’t want people to think I’m implying things I’m not!

I JUST WANTED THE TURTLES TO BE GAY, NOT INCESTUOUS, DAMMIT!

In the end, I decided not to change very much. There was never any direct mention of what kind of relationship Gerson and Alvin had in my comic, and for all I care, they are not related in this story. I guess the joke’s on me for trying to take a “minor NPC” from an unfinished game and using him for my own ends. My, my, how god doth laugh at the sight of my suffering.

Thanks for reading my comic and continuing to stick around, guys. It really means a lot to me.

[flightfoot]

Ladycat Ch. 9

AO3

…

…

…

Wha-?

What-?

What am I?

You’re here to help, something whispered inside her. To be the missing linchpin your creator so desperately craves. To allow him to regain what he has lost.

Snippets of memories played.

Her creator laughing, joking with a girl in a red-and-black-spotted suit.

Them fighting side by side, again and again and again.

A curious cat - the same girl, though she wasn’t sure how she knew that - purring, comforting her creator.

Her creator facing off against his father.

The cat - the girl - saving him.

And being twisted, tainted, turned into something she was not.

Her being shuddered.

She could feel it.

Her creator’s happiness, his contentment, his peace around the girl - around Ladybug.

His betrayal, his fear, his anger towards his father, the man who he and Ladybug had been fighting for so long.

And his fear tinged with despair as Ladycat was akumatized.

She had to help him.

She was created to help him.

And… and she wanted to help.

She wanted to see him smile. 

Something changed.

A heaviness spread through her, making her feel solid.

Real.

Part of the world.

She opened her eyes.

------

“Dude, did you mean to do that?”

Adrien shook his head, eyes still locked on… on…

“I- I guess when I was asking for someone to help us, someone that could fill the gaping hole in our team from Ladybug’s absence, the Miraculous took it literally.”

In front of him stood a girl in a red suit with black spots, sporting two black pigtails.

She looked exactly like Ladybug.

The girl opened her eyes, looking at them.

A beat passed.

Then another.

Until a full minute had passed.

Alya broke the awkward silence. “Um… hi?”

The girl looked over at her. Her brow - or rather, her mask - furrowed. “You - I don’t know you but… I feel like I should…?” She seemed to mutter that last bit to herself.

Alya glanced at Adrien. He shrugged. 

Alya frowned. “Well… you SHOULDN’T know any of us, I mean, you didn’t even exist before this - wait.”

Looking quickly at her friends, her mind churned. “Am I the only one you don’t know?”

The girl shook her head. “I don’t know the boy in the baseball cap either.”

“But you DO know who Adrien is,” Alya stated.

The girl tilted her head to one side. “My creator?”

“Errrrrr…” Adrien said.

“Wait… you’re this girl’s creator…” Alya mused. “So that means… Adrien, I think you just became a father.”

“I’m… a father…?” Adrien muttered to himself. He stared into the distance, as if trying to solve a complicated algebra problem in his head, one that had a lot of different parts that he needed to keep track of.

“He’s not like him!” the girl snapped.

Huh?

“Adrien’s not like who?” Alya asked.

“He’s not like his father!” the girl hissed.

Alya shivered. She hadn’t seen that kind of anger on Ladybug’s face since - well, since the last time Chat Noir was seriously hurt in battle.

“That… that man… he HURT my creator. Adrien. He- he hurt the girl my creator loves. He does NOT deserve to be compared to his father.”

“How do you know all that?” Alya asked, even more confused. 

“It’s why I was created. It’s what I’m here for,” the girl said, standing up straight, exuding authority in a way that eerily reminded Alya of the actual Ladybug. “To help my creator against the fight with his father, to help save the girl he loves.”

----

Adrien stared at the sentimonster he created.

At the girl he made.

At his…

He- he was way too young to be a father!

And she looked the same age as him. Hell, she looked like the love of his life!

He’d assumed that he’d create some sort of monster to help him, like that moth sentimonster from Heroes Day. Like a pokemon maybe?

But… but this wasn’t some creature. Certainly not one like the moth, which only seemed to exist to blow them away, which didn’t appear to have much in the way of intelligence or will of its own

This was - okay maybe not a human, but close enough at least. 

This sentimonster was a person.

“To help my creator against the fight with his father, to help save the girl he loves.”

What?

Mentally Adrien reviewed the past minute, what she’d said.

That she’d been created to help him.

That it was why she was there.

It was true. That was why she’d been created. He’d made sure of that.

But he hadn’t expected an actual person.

He glanced down at the amok - at Marinette’s Lucky Charm.

He could command her to go into battle with them. She already seemed willing to at any rate - no surprise there, he’d created her for that purpose. It would be the safer option, especially after the “hypothetical” scenario Fu had laid out of what could happen if a sentimonster went rogue.

But would that make him that much better than Hawkmoth?

Than his father?

Hawkmoth took advantage of people’s weaknesses, of their desires in order to make them fight for him. It wasn’t usually explicitly against their will - they still had to agree to it - but as the Butterfly wielder, he could put enough pressure on them, speak enough honey into their ears that they’d go along with it. So far only Ms. Bustier had been able to resist him, and not for very long. 

This sentimonster - this person - on the surface wanted to help him. 

But did she have any more choice in the matter than Hawkmoth’s akumas?

They were willing to help him too. 

But they were vulnerable when he akumatized them. It was difficult to fight him off. 

He may not have experienced it himself (and now he had an idea of why that was), but he’d heard from others what it was like. How Hawkmoth pressed into their heads, twisting their desires so that it seemed like him ‘helping’ them was the only solution to their problems, the trouble with remembering why they SHOULD refuse Hawkmoth.

Amoks were used to control sentimonsters.

With how similar the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculouses were, he had a sinking feeling on *how* that control was enacted.

The sentimonster - the girl - whatever she was called (they’d have to figure out a proper name for her) had said that he wasn’t like his father.

She was right.

He held out the amok in front of him. “You know what this is, right?” he asked her. 

She nodded, looking a little confused. “It’s the thing that lets me exist, right? I- I might be over here, but…” She seemed transfixed by the bracelet, her eyes unable to leave its beads. “I can feel myself in there as well. Like… like this is my body, but that- that’s where *I* really am? Somehow?” She seemed to mutter that last bit to herself.

Good. So she knew how important it was, how vital. 

Walking up to her, he gently placed it in her hand, closing her fingers over the charm. She looked up at him, amazed and slightly confused, a smile dawning on her face as she hugged it to herself, holding it where her heart would be.

“I don’t want to control you or decide things for you,” Adrien told her. “Even accidentally. I’d love your help, but only if you choose to help - not because you’re forced to or feel obligated to. You exist now, and what you do with your existence is up to you.”

----

Up to her?

Well… she did still want to help Adrien. The pressure on her being, on her… on her soul, a pressure she hadn’t even known was there, lifted as soon as his fingers withdrew from her amok. So she didn’t feel compelled the way she was before.

But what she’d seen and felt while she was being created? Still held true. 

And Adrien handing her the amok just made her want to help him more.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the charm, on the magic inside, the magic that allowed her to exist.

He’d handed her soul to her, to ensure that others couldn’t force her to do anything - even if that someone was himself.

She made her decision. The first major one of her life.

“Thank you, Adrien. I will help you.”

----

“WHAT?!”

Panther looked up, startled.

Hawkmoth glared at a nearby TV.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” the lady on the TV said. “I know we’ve all been worried with Hawkmoth running loose and Ladybug going missing, but it seems that our worries are at an end!” 

The camera panned to several colorful moving dots, zooming in and-

Wait-

One of those was Her Boy.

Another was the girl she’d seen before in Hawkmoth’s cavern, the one she’d ignored because…

...why DID she ignore her before anyway? It’d seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but why…?

She shook her head. Something told her that she shouldn’t dwell too hard on the matter.

There was another boy she vaguely recognized dressed as a turtle, and lastly-!

That… that fourth figure…

The pit dropped out of her stomach.

That was her.

Her as she used to be at least, before.

He replaced me. He doesn’t need me.

Of course, why WOULD he want her?

Her tail curled around her body as she retreated into herself.

She- she’d FAILED him. 

She meant to protect him, to make him feel happy again! That’s why she’d fought against him, so that she could take his Miraculous and let Hawkmoth restore Her Boy’s mother, restore his happiness.

Her eyes narrowed at the replacement. 

The interloper.

 That- that copy was fooling him, wasn’t she?! Was taking on her form so she could take him for herself.

She was NOT going to let that stand.

She’d protect Her Boy, no matter what. 

Someone stroked her head.

Her ears flattened instinctively as she looked up at Hawkmoth. 

“Don’t worry, my pet,” he told her. 

For some reason she couldn’t fathom, she suddenly wanted to bite his hand off.

“They’re out in the open now. And if they really HAVE managed to get a version of you - somehow - that just gives me another chance to get the Ladybug Miraculous and fulfill my wish - and with it, yours as well.”

She yowled in agreement. If Hawkmoth noticed that Panther used the opportunity to shy away from him, he didn’t say anything.

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 9: Follow The Rules]

Hi y’all, I hope you are all doing well 💜

Chapter summary: Veronica has some questions, Roger has a plan, John has a short temper. 

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, medical stuff, pregnancy.

Chapter list (and all my writing) available HERE

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At the wedding, Roger is wearing a cast on his right arm and a dazzling smile...and a white suit that he looks criminally good in.

John is in black, Brian in blue, Freddie in maroon-colored velvet and heavy eyeliner. Veronica’s dress is high-waisted and falls in huge, billowing, shapeless ruffles to hide her silhouette. Her family knows, of course—it’s written all over the tense, grim lines of their mouths and the blades their pale eyes hurl at John—but none of those strict Catholics are going to mention an out-of-wedlock pregnancy in God’s house, nor at the modest reception in the church basement that follows the ceremony.

Veronica’s mother and aunts and sisters are just like her, docile and milky-skinned and small-boned, and you’ve helped them deck the vast room with enough flowers, ribbons, candles, and balloons to make everyone forget this event was thrown together in five weeks and on a shoestring budget. There’s a simple buffet with pot roast and potatoes and vegetables, a live band (some of John’s old friends from high school), and a homemade Polish honey cake baked by Veronica’s grandmother situated regally on a china serving dish. Veronica and John cycle through the tables of guests, smiling and nodding and thanking them for coming, dutifully and yet also seemingly genuinely cheerful.

“The boning is bloody impaling me,” Chrissie murmurs as she tugs at the bodice of her gown. It’s satin and a muted pink, just like yours and Mary’s and Veronica’s sisters’. “If I happen die, wrap me in one of those nice tablecloths I paid for and throw me in a ditch somewhere, will you love?”

“You got it.” You stab a piece of potato with your fork. “This should inspire you to be especially compassionate towards your own bridesmaids! Maybe no horrid shiny green.”

Brian chuckles. “Good luck with that.”

“Are you comfortable?!” Chrissie asks Mary, exasperated, fanning herself with a wedding program.

“I am,” Mary admits cautiously. “But...well...at the moment, I think my dress is a bit...roomier.”

Chrissie moans, dropping her face into her hands. “I always gain when the students go home for summer. My routine is wrecked, all I want to do is read Glamour magazines and listen to records, it’s too damn hot to go walking...and I adore ice cream.”

“I like you just fine,” Brian reassures her.

Freddie snickers as he taps his cigarette against an ashtray. “Yes, we’re all well aware of your anatomical preferences, Bri.”

Chrissie rolls her eyes. “Please do not elaborate.” She’s not offended—she’s far too used to Freddie’s shenanigans to be offended—but she’ll be embarrassed if he makes a scene at a wedding.

“Darling, I don’t care what anyone tries to tell you, plenty of men love a little extra meat on the bones. Particularly the ass bones.”

“We’re in God’s house!” you scold him in a hiss. “You’re going to give Great Aunt Zofia over there an aneurysm if she hears you!”

Roger quips: “Great Aunt Zofia stole the last kielbasa right out of my disabled, ineffectual  grasp, so fuck her.”

You all burst into shocked, uncontrollable laughter. Great Aunt Zofia squints judgmentally at the commotion from several tables away, gnawing on her kielbasa; she’s been glaring at John and Veronica—the Tetzlaffs’ very own fallen angel—since she first ambled into the church. Roger rocks back in his chair, smoking with his unbroken left arm, smirking cockily and basking in the distraction from the real world that the wedding has gifted you all tonight. He catches you watching him—marveling at him, truthfully—and winks.

John appears and rests his hands on the back of your chair. “What’s so amusing? I swear, I leave you people alone for two hours and you’re having all sorts of fun without me, I won’t stand for it!”

“It was a lovely ceremony,” you tell him. “I’d forgotten how beautiful Catholic weddings are, all the music and ambiance.”

“And from what I saw, you knew most of the words.”

“We have a lot of Irish people in Boston. Saint Patrick’s Day is bigger than Christmas.”

John points at Roger’s cast. “It’s not paining you too much, is it?”

Roger holds his Dark ‘n Stormy aloft, and ice clinks in the misted glass. “Enough of these, and I can’t feel anything. Numb to the world’s many disappointments. I highly recommend it.”

“Noted,” John replies. Roger has pills for his arm, but they only take the edge off. You don’t know that because he’s told you; Roger never tells you that he’s hurting, that he’s frustrated, that he’s afraid. He wears grins and flippant humor like a second skin, shrouding his wounds—both physical and disembodied, old and new—in darkness. Still...you can see all those words he doesn’t say swimming in the depths of his eyes. “I think I’ll hunt down a Manhattan myself.”

“Dad made an impression!” you tell John enthusiastically. “I’ll have to let him know, he’ll be overjoyed.”

“He mixes a good one, that’s for sure. I doubt Cousin Bartosz will be able to compare.” He casts a glance at a perplexed-looking, flame-haired teenager manning a tiny wet bar.

“Booze won’t help you heal,” Freddie informs Roger, checking his reflection in Mary’s makeup compact and fluffing his lustrous hair. “Eat your vegetables. Get more sleep. When do you start physical therapy, again?” Then, to you: “Darling, when does Roger start his therapy?”

Roger sighs. “I’ve got it handled, Fred.”

“Dear, don’t have a fit, I just want to make sure you’ll be ready—”

“I’ve got it handled,” Roger repeats, his tone a warning.

Brian breaks the tension with a toast, his Vesper jangling against Roger’s Dark ‘n Stormy. “I’m thrilled, honestly. Now I’m not the only one who’s ruined a tour.”

Roger grimaces. “Thanks, Bri.”

“Yes, let’s all have a turn,” Freddie mutters, sipping champagne. “Deaky can electrocute himself while fiddling with his amp, and then I’ll...what? Have my foot chewed off by an alligator in New Orleans? Get gored by a wild boar outside Atlanta? It just can’t be a boring maiming, that’s my only request.”

“Alaska has grizzlies, huge ones,” Brian suggests.

“Darling, in what dimension would my luxurious self ever end up in fucking Alaska?”

You shake your head, frowning down into your wine glass. It’s June now, the dead center of a crestfallen year: the rest of the Sheer Heart Attack Tour is cancelled, the record company is furious, and the band is broker than ever. Queen is supposed to start recording their next album—their last album, the record company insists, unless it happens to be a runaway success—in July, but you don’t know if Roger’s arm will be healed in time. None of you know that. You wonder if this really is God’s house, or at least one of his homes, sanctified piles of bricks and glass scattered across the globe; maybe you could ask Him where Queen’s future lies.

Veronica swoops in and dusts an airy kiss onto Mary’s cheek, and then Chrissie’s, and then yours. “Thank you so much,” she gushes. Her high cheekbones are flushed, her watery eyes sparkling. She’s in heaven, sinner or not. Her massive white dress swishes with every step. “We couldn’t have done it without you. And you’re next, Chris! I can’t wait.”

Chrissie smiles. She and Brian are getting married just before Christmas. “Yes, well, time will tell if we’ll be serving Christmas ham or canned beans.”

“And then Mary...” Veronica’s gaze migrates across the table. Mary’s been wearing a ring on her wedding finger since Queen returned from Japan, a simple gold band that once belonged to Freddie’s mother. “What about you, Y/N? Any plans? Then we’d all be hitched!”

Red wine spurts from your lips and you fumble for a cloth napkin. Roger doesn’t believe in marriage, and neither do you; not after only four months together, anyway. And yet...is there some part of you that can’t help but think of papers and rings when you get lost in his eyes, of promises of forever, of some way to tie yourself to him like vessels to a heart? Sure; and that’s a little wonderful, that’s a little terrifying. “Uh, uh, oh, oh no, definitely no plans whatsoever.”

“What bollocks!” Rog sneers. “Really, what’s the point if you’re not religious? Who needs a bloody piece of paper to prove they love someone?! ‘I care for you so much I need the government to know we’re together and the hassle of divorce fees to make me stay,’ what the fuck. I mean, uh, no offense John, Bri, uh...this is all well and good for you, but...ah...”

“It’s just not your scene. That’s fine, Rog,” Freddie says with a tad too much empathy. Mary doesn’t seem to notice.

“But you’ll want children at some point, won’t you?” Veronica asks you, almost pained. She’s not trying to be cruel, you realize; she genuinely can’t fathom the pinnacle of a woman’s life as anything but being a wife and mother.

“Theoretically, sure. One day. Eventually.” You titter nervously. Roger’s good arm circles your shoulders, his cigarette lofting smoke. Oh, but wouldn’t he make beautiful children? You push that thought away. It’s too soon, it’s too much, it’s not in the cards for an impoverished maybe-drummer and his girlfriend; and a girlfriend—with all the intangibility and impermanence that title entails—is all I’ll ever be. “I think I need to travel the world a bit more first.”

John sighs and pats the back of Veronica’s hand. What is that weight in his voice...impatience? Annoyance? “Ronnie, please, don’t bother her.”

Veronica sulks, scraping the old scuffed linoleum floor with her pointy white heels. “I wasn’t trying to bother anyone...”

Mary comes to the rescue: “No, of course not. You didn’t, dear.” She likes Veronica more than Chrissie does. Isn’t she oppressively vapid? Chrissie has asked you more than once. Isn’t she so miserably naïve? Veronica is sweet, sure, but she has no fucking idea what she’s in for. “Babies are wonderful, but they do make things harder, don’t you think? Especially for the mother. You have to be ready to drop everything for them. All your other interests and aspirations.”

“I suppose,” Veronica mumbles. You can tell she’s thinking: What other aspirations?

“But you must be so excited!” You beam up at Veronica. It’s her wedding day, and John’s; it should be happy, it should be optimistic. And you’re learning to like Veronica—less than Mary, but more than Chris—because you know that’s the best thing for John.

She instinctively rests her hand on the swell of her belly; or, rather, where it must be somewhere beneath all those heaps of satin and tulle. Great Aunt Zofia’s glare intensifies. “I’m scared to death, to tell you the truth.”

“Why?!” Mary cries.

“I’m so afraid something will happen to him.” Veronica’s voice is soft, her blue eyes glassy. She’s certain the baby is a boy, claims she had some sort of dream about it. “There’s a lot of bad luck going around for us, isn’t there? And my mother lost four babies. Any time he stops moving, I worry constantly until my next appointment. I haven’t felt anything in days, and I just...I just...” She trails off, staring vacantly across the crowded church basement. She’s trying not to cry, you realize.

“I can try to check for you,” you offer. “If it would make you feel better.”

“Really?” Veronica sounds hopeful, but guardedly so.  

“This is embarrassing, but I carry my nurse kit almost everywhere I go now. That’s why I brought my huge blue purse even though it doesn’t match the dress. You know, you can’t be too careful...”

“Yes, who knows when someone will try something idiotic like jogging backwards down the stairs?” Freddie muses. Roger lobs a pierogi at him. Great Aunt Zofia wheezes out a disgusted huff and crosses her veiny, wrinkled arms over her sagging chest.

“I have a stethoscope,” you continue. “I can’t guarantee I’ll find a heartbeat, but I’ll give it a try if that would help.”

“Would you, Y/N?” Veronica clutches for John’s hand, and he lets her take it without any resistance; but he doesn’t seem to know how to comfort her. He has the same dazed look on his face that he has a lot these days, the same look that Bri and Freddie sometimes get: like they’re on autopilot, like they’re actively filtering through brainwaves to fish out any that wander astray. Roger lands a kiss on your bare shoulder and pitches you a playful smirk, his I’m so proud of my too-fucking-smart girlfriend smirk.  

You grab your purse from beneath the table. “Does God’s house have a cozy private spot somewhere?”

Veronica leads you, Mary, and Chrissie to a small unoccupied room that is used (how pertinently) as the church nursery. The pink wallpaper is dotted with waddling ducklings, cloud-shaped sheep leaping over fences, smiling suns and winged cartoonish angels. Veronica settles into a faded blue couch, and Mary and Chris help her shove aside the massive plumes of her wedding dress to reveal the plain shift she’s wearing underneath. She’s over five months along now, and her entirely unremarkable bump seems colossal on her delicate frame.

You pop the headset into your ears and press the chestpiece against Veronica’s unyielding belly, gliding it over the pearly shift as you try different positions.

“Anything?” Mary asks anxiously.

“It’s not bloody instant, Mary!” Chrissie snaps. “Be quiet so she can listen.”

“No need to be cranky—”

“You can’t find a heartbeat, can you?” Veronica says, her voice quivering. “Oh god...”

“Found it,” you announce. You hold the chestpiece in place as you yank the headset off and pass it to Veronica.

She gapes at you. “You’re just saying that so I’ll stop worrying, aren’t you?”

“Hear for yourself.”

Veronica takes the headset and listens, closing her eyes as the rapid-fire and rhythmic swishing of her child’s heartbeat floods through her ears. “Oh,” she breathes, beaming. “There he is.”

“That’s incredible!” Mary trills. “Can I hear too, Veronica? Whenever you’re finished...”

Mary listens, and Chrissie does too, and then you all help touch up Veronica’s hair and makeup before you head back to the reception. The cake is due to be cut in twelve minutes. As you smooth the short train on her dress, Veronica turns back to you.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” she asks timidly, hugging her belly. “You know...for this.”

“That’s something I’ve always liked about nursing. So many jobs require sorting out who’s right and wrong, casting judgment, assigning punishment. There’s no weighing of the moral scales in medicine. It doesn’t matter if a patient is trustworthy, deceitful, good, bad, worthy, undeserving, if they disappoint you, if they’re the ones who hurt themselves. You treat everyone, you heal everyone. And I would like to keep that part of myself for as long as I can.” You smile at Veronica. “But, for the record, no. I don’t think you’re a bad person at all.”

She sighs in relief, untethering an anchor she hadn’t even known she’d been dragging around by her throat. “Thank you,” she whispers, tears snaking down her powdered ivory cheeks.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Come on.”

“How do you feel about marble lion statues? You know, the ones at the end of long, winding driveways. Rich people’s driveways. Mansion driveways. Or do you prefer gargoyles?”

“Roger.”

He groans, grins, presses his right fist into your palm. You measure the force with your mind, with your muscle memory. He’s stronger than he was yesterday, the day before, last week. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Rog teases. “You’ve got a soft spot for damaged people. Helpless people. That’s why you warmed to Brian so quickly. He was lying there all gaunt and jaundiced and terrified, and you just couldn’t resist, you just had to make sure all his wildest dreams came true.”

“I have a soft spot for self-destructive musicians who end up in hospitals, evidently.” Your gaze cruises over the scar on Roger’s forearm where the surgeons popped his bones back into place, stabilized them, stitched the ragged gore closed. You hate looking at it; you hate reminders of how mortal Roger really is.

“I want lions,” Rog decides. “For the driveway of our eventual mansion. I like the Leo connection.”

“And the Queen crest connection.”

His grin widens, toothy and radiant. “See, I knew you were the love of my life.”

“Come on. Again.”

He winces this time. “Doesn’t hurt a bit.”

“Uh huh. I bet.” You’ve slathered his fresh blisters with numbing antiseptic ointment, iced his arm, administered pain medicine, allowed him the constant sips of alcohol necessary for him to work, to drum, to sleep. But he still hurts. You imagine he hurts all the fucking time.

It’s August now, and Queen is recording their fourth album at Rockfield Farm. You and Roger are sitting by the pool as Freddie splashes around in the clear chlorine-smelling water trying to get John’s attention. John, meanwhile, is lounging on an inflatable raft, wearing black sunglasses and most likely asleep. Brian circles the pool snapping photos with your Canon F-1.

“I have a plan,” Roger informs you as he starts his stretches without prompting. He knows the drill, even if he likes to be difficult about it.

“By all means, enlighten me.”

“Fred’s thing, the weird one. It has a name now.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah. Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Oh, it’s perfect!” You try to stay out of the band’s business decisions as much as possible; it’s not your expertise, and it’s not your place, and there are already a few too many creative chefs in that kitchen. Still, you love when they share their magic with you. “Eccentric, whimsical, exhilarating. Just like the song. Just like Queen.”

“I’m so glad you approve. We’re going to make sure it’s the first single off the album. And I know exactly what song’s going to be on the B-side. Freddie and Bri don’t know yet, but I do.”

“Sounds like they’re going to murder you when they find out.”

“I’ll convince them.” His grin is crafty, daring. “Picture it: you’ve just finished the incomparable experience that is Bohemian Rhapsody. You’re a newly converted Queen enthusiast. What could possibly come next? You flip the record over. And the virile, screeching, pure rock and roll passion of I’m In Love With My Car is there to greet you.”

“Oh my god, Roger.” You shake your head in mock mourning. “They actually are going to murder you.”

“Listen, love, BoRhap is going to be a hit. I can feel it.”

“Sure,” you agree lukewarmly. You want to be supportive, you really do. But disappointment stings more than resignation.

“It will be,” Roger maintains, unmovable. “And it’ll sell mountains and mountains of singles...and with my song on the B-side, I’ll get half the royalties. Which means we’ll get half the royalties.”

“Which is how we end up with the hypothetical mansion.”

“I’m being serious.” Roger picks up his mini barbell weights from the water-splattered concrete and begins his bicep curls, flinching each time he lifts his right fist.

“Rog—”

“I’m fine,” he insists. “I’m going to make this happen. I’m going to get rich so I can provide for my family. You know about that, you know it’s on my list. And my family includes you now.”

“I don’t need a mansion, Roger.” I just need you. You stare at his right arm worriedly. “Are you sure—?”

“I’m fine!” he shouts, and you recoil. Brian peers over from where he’s taking pictures of blooming purple foxgloves. Instantly, Roger regrets it. “I’m sorry,” he says, setting down the barbells and cradling your face with his rough, bandaged hands. “I have to be fine, you know? I don’t have a choice. If I can’t play, I can’t be in the band. If I leave, John will leave too, and that’ll be the end of everything. Or worse, John will break the pact and stay and they’ll find a new drummer and forget all about me. Sail off into some blissful new future. And where will I be? Moping as I drag myself back to dental school? Becoming a freaking lab biologist? Resigning myself to being some excruciatingly ordinary bloke, someone who climbed just far enough out of Cornwall to know everything he’s missing out on?”

You try to imagine who Roger would be without the band, but you can’t. You’ve never known a pre-Queen Roger. “No,” you say, amused. “You’ll never be just some ordinary bloke. You’re too brilliant, too determined. Even if you do have a dodgy arm.”

He kisses you, and you can feel his lips curling into a smile beneath yours. “So you’ll let me buy you a mansion.”

“If you get I’m In Love With My Car on the B-side, and BoRhap is a hit, and Freddie and Bri don’t smother you with a pillow in your sleep...yes, you can buy me a mansion. Buy us a mansion.”

He winks, his sapphire eyes glinting in the late-summer sunlight. “Watch out, baby. I get everything I want eventually.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s done,” John tells the others as he passes out copies of his new song, the second he’s ever written. There are only four sheets of crisp white paper; as you watch from the studio couch, you wonder what the song is about, why he didn’t mention it to you.

“It’s done?!” Brian yelps. “What do you mean, it’s done?! Nothing’s ever done after the first pass! That’s how it works, that’s how it always works, someone suggests something and then we all dice it and slice it and flip it around and stitch it back together like the world’s most maniacal surgeons, and then, only then, maybe, it’s done.”

You glance up from where you’re sewing an eleventh patch onto Roger’s jeans. “Must we disparage the medical profession?”

“Sorry, love,” Roger tosses to you with a laugh.                          

“It’s done,” John repeats.

“Deaky, darling,” Freddie ventures gently. “We should endeavor to keep our minds open to collaboration—”

“Oh, should we, Fred?!” Bri exclaims. “How extraordinary, you never seem to encourage collaboration when it’s your song on the cutting floor!”

“Okay space boy, you listen here—”

“‘I’m happy at home’?!” Roger reads, revolted. “We’re not the bloody Bee Gees, Deaks!”

John explains measuredly and patiently, as if to a child: “That’s the way it goes. We record it as it is or not at all.”

“That’s not how we do things,” Brian mutters, deep frown lines chiseled through his face as he scans the lyrics.

“Then just fill the album with your and Fred’s songs like you always do, I’m sure that’ll keep me and Roger loyal.”

Brian glares at John. John stares back stoically, his eyes like steel. Brian looks to Roger for support; Roger lights a cigarette and pretends not to notice.

“Darling, please, you’re not being reasonable!” Freddie pleads.

“I need it.” John turns to Roger now. “I need it to stay the way it is.”

Rog just watches him for a while, exhales smoke, shrugs. “Okay,” he says at last.

“Okay?!” Brian howls. “What do you mean, okay?!”

“He said he needs it,” Roger replies simply.

Bri throws his hands into the air. “Bleeding christ! ‘He needs it.’ What rubbish! Do something, Fred!”

“Oh relax, darling.” Freddie sashays to the microphone and points to Brian’s Red Special. “Let’s try it out.”

“But—!”

Roger claps Brian on the back as he trots by him towards the drum kit. “Come on, Bri. Big smiles. Just picture the nice shiny pounds from all those album sales plinking into your bank account. You’ll have fifty Christmas hams at the wedding, one for every guest.”

You listen passively from the couch as they rehearse, trying not to let on that you’re paying attention, trying not to overstep. But you can’t help being struck by the lyrics, feeling the somberness of Freddie’s voice and John’s tentative notes on the electric piano slink into your bones; because it sounds so familiar, because it echoes so many things that John has told you.

When Queen takes a mid-afternoon break and John slips into the kitchen for a Coke, you follow him.

“Hey John?”

“Yeah.” He rests his hands on the dining room table. They’re sturdy and unmarred and completely unlike Roger’s; and you aren’t sure why you notice this, but you do.

“I completely understand if I’m being intrusive, and if I am please just tell me to shut up and I will.”

He chuckles. “You’re never intrusive. Go ahead.”

“I was just wondering...who is You’re My Best Friend about?”

Now his smile evaporates. “No one in particular,” he says briskly. “It’s just a song. Just something to put on the album. Maybe a single one day. A soulless royalties grab.”

That seems unlikely. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He takes a swig of Coke, peers down at the table, traces swirls of centuries-old oak with his fingertips.

“It’s just...you know...well...it kind of sounded like...maybe it was about me.”

He looks up. And for the first time, John levels some of his infamous, razored words at you: “Don’t be such a fucking narcissist.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Two days later, John doesn’t apologize. But he smiles at you over tea, offers to clean off the fingerprints of strawberry jelly that Roger left on the Canon, splashes you from the pool as you sunbathe beneath lapis August skies. And you agree, wordlessly and unconditionally, to forgive him. Because John is your best friend, whether or not you’re still his.

Nine weeks later, Bohemian Rhapsody is released as a single. (And, as promised, Roger ensures that I’m In Love With My Car is on the B-side.)

Twelve weeks later, Bohemian Rhapsody reaches the #1 spot on the UK Singles Chart, and remains there for over two months.

Fifteen weeks later, A Night At The Opera becomes the #1 album in the UK.

Fifteen weeks later, Queen’s future is suddenly crystal clear.

[leafy-wings]

Recently ive been struggling to design dragons. I try very hard to make every dragon unique and distinct, not only compared to other dragons but clearly distinguishable as themselves. Aside from getting their expression right to display an. Emotion. Its been.. difficult.

Ive especially been having trouble with seawing despite them being, on paper, the easiest to get different, what with the glow scale patterns and varying colors. Its just.. the dragons ive been intending to do are mostly family and even if they werent.. my creative well has dried up :V

My next dadads (after another jewel post tomorrow) are gonna be fathom, probly some extra turts, anemone, then indigo.. maybe albatross. I want to put all my eggs in a basket i guess.

Fathom and turtle have been the worst for me to figure out, trying to get them distinct as characters yet similar to fit the narrative of them looking the same. Ill have fathom as having white horns and heart glow marks (like lagoon, who ive drawn already). Less jewelry ........

I dont know what ill do for the rest of the lot. Ive already sketched anemone but not real happy with what ive done.... and im completely out of the ballpark for indigo and albatross (sans purple and sharp respectively)

Ya

[nivrad00]

Thoughts on the audiobook Legends: Darkstalker

(Alternate title) Wings of Fire: Fathom Teaches Darkstalker Abstinence

Note: Shannon McManus’s Darkstalker pronounces sorry like a Canadian

Current aesthetic: The sun pouncing on my eyeballs and setting them ablaze

That voice crack when Clearsight said “You fool!” to Vengeance was pure art. The range of emotion McMannus can convey without changing the volume of her voice is seriously crazy

“Darkstalker was immortal now.” LOL whoops guess I’m immortal lmao no biggie

“…as long as the warring dragons stayed away from her oasis towns.” I’ve always been disappointed that we don’t get to see “common” dragon settlements. This is the only line I know of that even acknowledges their existence in the Kingdom of Sand. (Not to mention the conspicuous absence of IceWing commoners. Who exactly are the aristocrats ruling over again?)

Darkstalker and Fathom: The most confident dragon and the least confident dragon in Pyrrhia, who are friends for some reason?

New OC: Darkstalker’s long lost twin, Starkdalker

Sharon MacManus as Whiteout brainwashed by Arctic is my favorite voice. (My second favorite voice is when Kinkajou pretended to be a NightWing in The Hidden Kingdom and did the NightWing accent and everything)

Bluestar’s Prophecy and Darkstalker are both tragic prequels in which a protagonist with ambitions of leadership slowly lose their grip on reality due to the loss of family members, but the difference is that Bluestar chose to selflessly devote her life to her clan while Darkstalker is an egotistical and manipulative prick.

I don’t like Darkstalker (the character) very much, if you can’t tell. I was genuinely surprised to find out that a lot of fans do

Fathom is remarkably insightful about what’s happening to Darkstalker, kinda like Turtle and Anemone in Talons of Power, but he’s still just as useless of a dragon as ever. Not that there’s anything wrong with being useless, especially compared to the history-changing might of Darkstalker and Clearsight. But it seems like the only reason Fathom is friends with those two is because of their visions of him, and I don’t think Fathom has really affected the plot at all?

Is this the part where Darkstalker makes someone disembowel themself?

Yep, here it comes…

There it was.

Oh. THAT’S what Fathom is for.

BREAKING NEWS: INDIGO JOINS THE GOOD PARENTING CLUB. This highly selective organization, led by Queen Thorn, has recently accepted Indigo and her mate Fathom into its elite ranks, alongside members such as Foeslayer, Quickstrike, Ostrich, Six-Claws, and Secretkeeper.

Post-epilogue?? That’s not a real thing.

Final thoughts: I tried to listen to this book a second time, but I couldn’t get past the beginning where Arctic meets Foeslayer because the dramatic irony was too overpowering. (Her name is Foeslayer. Think about what happens to her.) I also listened to part of this book while seasick, so now my brain associates Legends: Darkstalker with nausea and headaches.

Real talk, this book made me sadder than Starflight with no scrolls. It teases you with promises of happy timelines and then gives you the most ludicrous of bad ones. The worst part is that you already know it’s going to happen. One protagonist locked in an eternal fight to the death, another one forced to disembowel himself in front of his entire tribe. Intellectual, cultural, and societal progress in Pyrrhia is set back by centuries, and generations of NightWings are condemned to suffer the horrors of the volcanic island. Now we know why the continent is called Pyrrhia, because Clearsight sealing Darkstalker away was the pyrrhic victory to end all pyrrhic victories.

[anime-matchmaker-blog]

{1/3} Hi! I was wondering if I could get a matchup for Seven Deadly Sins, Noragami, and Blue Exorcist? I guess I should describe myself huh. Well I'm a straight female and have short blonde hair that people mistake for brown and blue eyes. I have thick glasses(I'm legally blind) that I tend to lose a lot(a lot). I am very shy, not liking to talk to people unless they start the conversation. I also have bad anxiety and light insomnia so I don't sleep a lot. Also have nightmares from time to time.

{2/3} I also really like drawing and writing! Another one of my hobbies is cooking and baking which I really love to do when I have time. I’ll sing occasionally and I play the cello(been playing for 5 years!). I also really love dogs and own 5 of them(all total sweethearts). I know 3 languages and will often talk in a mix of the three without realizing it when I get really into a conversation, I also know a little of American Sign Language which I use. Even though I’m really shy, im very loyal.

{3/3} Once others get to know me I can be very hyper and friendly. I don’t like judging people cause I had lots of negativity in that area when I was in junior high. But I also don’t like bugging people about my problems because I tend to think I can do it on my own. I get scared easily and flinch a ton but I love hugs! I get scared easily?(Even people giving me hugs will freak me out cause I don’t know what they are doing until they tell me, I flinch at people giving me high fives, no joke).

Thank you so much for requesting! <3 I hope you enjoy your match-ups! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Nanatsu no Taizai - Gilthunder

Wow, so, Gilthunder. He never really notices you at the beginning since all he can focus on is Margaret. He would vaguely register you as the girl who is usually by Margaret’s side and so long you aren’t causing her any trouble, he won’t do anything to you. He does find you alone one day on his way to Margaret’s room and curiosity drove him to pause and see what you were working on. It’s a painting of the city but it’s only about half complete. He startles you by praising you for your work, causing you to create a large stain on the canvas. Gilthunder apologizes every time he sees you and still does, after all this time.

You have an easier time talking with Margaret than you do with him. He’s kind and gentle, yes, but difficult to get a good reading of. He’s polite and speaks to you in a formal tone, saying he has extended his protection to you as well. The three of you are often together but he rarely interacts with you directly when in Margaret’s presence. It’s only when he finds you on your own that his professional demeanor falls and he acts a bit more casual with you with every meeting. He’s charming and serious and takes pride in his position as a Holy Knight. Even when you tell him to talk to you as a normal person, he isn’t able to because of his oath as a knight.

In his downtime,he spends time at your place. At first, it was to watch you paint and listen to you play the cello, but mostly because of your dogs. He loves animals but dogs especially because of how loyal they are. You invite him out to take them on walks whenever he comes around. On days when walks aren’t an option, he simply enjoys lounging around and watching you do your thing. He isn’t much of a conversationalist outside of the castle and you’re more than content with his silence.

Neither of you are exactly sure when he fell for you. Although he still retained his position as Margaret’s guard, he was much closer to you, even while on duty. He took careful measures to never surprise you, always letting you know when he was approaching, if someone else was in the room, or if someone wanted to hug you. He always asked before giving you a hug. You never turn him down. He vows to protect you with his life in exchange for being with you for as long as possible.

Ao no Exorcist - Miwa Konekomaru

Koneko is also reserved and shy so your interactions with him at the start will be awkward. He isn’t much of a talker, even when he’s with Bon or Shima. He’s an awkward turtle but he challenges himself to get to know you and the first encounter included a search for your glasses, which you lost somewhere along the way. He finds them and chides you to take better care of them since they’re a precious tool for letting you see. You know he’s right but you can’t help but lose them sometimes.

There’s usually a lot weighing on his mind with no way to explain it to others. He notices early on you’re the same - there’s always something you don’t say or deny, even if the evidence says otherwise. He takes great comfort in talking to you about trivial matters - the weather, schoolwork, weekend plans - as a distraction from everything swirling in his mind. You appreciate the distraction as well so both of you make conscious efforts to keep the conversation going for as long as possible until awkwardness breaks it.

As a cat person, Koneko is frightened by your dogs but you coax him into petting them and eventually into playing with them. He prefers helping you walk them and occasionally playing catch with them but that’s all he can handle. He tries introducing you to the wonderful world of cats but your dogs are all you need. He’s also amazed at how you can flawlessly switch between languages when discussing topics you care about. You don’t think it’s much of a big deal because you find his ability to memorize sutras and verses much more useful. He’s shy when it comes to his ability to exorcise demons since what he does seems lame compared to the rest. You can listen to him recite sutras all day, the same as him listening to you play the cello all day.

The two of you become close easily once both of you overcome your shy personalities. Koneko is incredibly intelligent and he uses his knowledge to come up with strategies to prevent you from losing your glasses.He knows when to bug you if your problems get out of hand and vice versa. He isn’t the strongest person he knows but he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.

Noragami - Kazuma

Kazuma treats you the same way as everyone else because that’s who he is. He does, however, express more concern for you because of how often you lose your glasses. As someone who has bad eyesight as well, he knows how it feels to be unable to see your surroundings as clearly as the rest. He’s always talking to you first, asking if you’re all right or need help with anything. Your shyness makes you turn his offers down at first but after he insists on it, you relent and let him help you out from time to time.

There isn’t much that escapes Kazuma’s sharp eyes so he often notices if you’re uncomfortable or have something on your mind. You don’t admit outright if he’s right - you don’t want to bother him. He doesn’t pursue the issue further than necessary and he simply reminds you that he’d be there to listen if you did open up to him. In the rare instances you do confess whatever is on your mind, he has difficulty understanding because the words are expressed in three different languages. When he tells you that, you can’t help but feel embarrassed and he merely prompts you to take your time in telling him whatever you’d like for him to know.

In your downtime, Kazuma loves listening to you play the cello as a way to unwind and relax after a long day of work. He treats your singing voice as a treasure since you rarely sing for him and when you do, he can’t help but feel blessed. He also loves playing with your dogs and he marvels at how you’re able to manage all of them with ease. He also finds your dexterity with languages to be fascinating and he often asks you for advice on how to master other languages since it might come in handy one day.

Kazuma rarely surprises you. He’s also letting you know what’s happening, what’s about to happen, and what has happened. He has a unique way of giving you a hug so you know it’s him and not someone else. He can never fathom who in their right mind would randomly surprise you but alas, it happens. He swears to protect you if that happens and to be your navigator to make your life easier.

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