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First Nozelena meeting ❤️💙

And Helena may never find out Nozel called her ugly 😂

A little comic I put under chapter 6. The wrath and the resolution of Paper Hearts Black Clover fanfiction.

#black clover #black clover fanart #comic #nozel silva #acier silva #black clover oc #helena drazel #lola's art #lola's oc #sun shiny kalola #reblogged post #NOZEL?!#you were once a baby! do you admit to being ugly at some point?!/lh+j

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loosesodamarble · 2 hours

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drawing request for @loosesodamarble💕💕

#black clover #black clover oc #josele canty #soda’s ocs #anshi’s art #black clover fanart #reblogged post #my girl looks so dead inside...#baby girl...

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loosesodamarble · 2 hours

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Yami : "If me and Asta were drowning who would you save?"

Me : "Nacht."

Yami : "He wasn't even a choice."

Me : "He is always my first choice."

#black clover #nacht faust #nacht faust x reader #black clover incorrect quote #yami sukehiro #black clover asta #reblogged post #bsbxicjebeiwo for real!#I feel that #well I would feel it if I knew how to swim myself…

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loosesodamarble · 4 hours

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Drawing of Charlotte Roselei

#black clover #charlotte roselei #black clover fanart #reblogged post #hello beautiful art~!

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loosesodamarble · 5 hours

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Moris and Scien are both ethically unsound scientists but Moris is leagues below Scien in basically every way.

Btw: spoilers for the recent Black Clover chapters and for Virche Evermore (details specific to Scien’s route).

Moris unethically experimented on children to make living magical weapons. Scien unethically experiments on grown criminals AND HIMSELF to improve his cloning process and artificially extend people’s lives. Moris is a coward who won’t put himself on the operating table. Meanwhile, Scien is fighting not to rip out his own lungs because he tested on himself and it only half worked out(?).

Moris used to control Diamond Kingdom from the shadows but then Mars booted him out so he became a subordinate to the Zogratis family only to get his life drained by Lucifugus to expedite the Qliphoth ritual. And then he got yoinked and brainwashed by Lucius. Meanwhile, Scien is pretty much in charge of Arpéchéle because even the royal family needs to kiss his ass to keep on living. And when the royals do try to boot Scien, they end up fucking themselves over with their stupidity. Love a man who made himself the lynchpin of a country.

In the most recent chapter, Moris claims that he was chosen by God (Lucius); he is the one revering a higher power. Scien is called a god by the people of Arpéchéle for being the man behind the Reliver system; Scien himself is the higher power that’s revered. … He’s also considered a demon by some but ssshhhhh…

Moris has been granted devil powers twice now and has gotten his ass handed to him by the Black Bulls and now Mereoleona. Scien has no magic and isn’t noted to have superhuman strength (he’s strong to be sure but not especially so compared to other characters) but can still fend off a halberd wielding serial killer who is physically strong enough to gouge out a person’s heart barehanded.

Moris wears a lab coat and looks like a dweeb. Scien wears a lab coat and looks like he should be drawn sexily lounging on a couch.

Like I said, Moris is below Scien in every way.

If I’m gonna pick an unethical scientist to dissect me, I’m picking Scien./lh+j

#soda asides #black clover #virche evermore #scien brofiise #moris liberdirt #black clover spoilers #virche evermore spoilers

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loosesodamarble · 6 hours

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Medical AU with Yuno x Neva

Neva: Okay let’s make a new rule; no medical lingo during sex

Yuno: Not even if it’s relevant?

Neva: Why would it ever need to become relevant?

Yuno: I don’t know…maybe in the event that my penis gets fractured during sex?

Neva: ………

Neva: Okay, y’know what? If your penis gets fractured, and you’re able to talk afterwards, then you can use all the medical lingo you want.

Written with @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

#black clover #black clover incorrect quote #black clover au #yuno grinberryall #black clover oc #neva belmonte #lyra's oc #lyra of the future #medical au #reblogged post #akjhgasrhut fractured penis!

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loosesodamarble · 7 hours

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Julius: Physically I was killed by a sword through the stomach, but emotionally it was a dagger to the heart *and* a knife to the back.

William: I said I was sorry! And I wasn’t even the one to stab you!

Julius: Don’t worry about it! It could’ve been worse!

William: How?!

Lucius in the subconscious: Oh you’ll see. 😈

#black clover #black clover incorrect quote #william vangeance #julius novachrono #lucius zogratis #self reblog #was reminded of my quote

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loosesodamarble · 8 hours

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[briefly after the Elf Arc]

William: Sir, I must ask, but why did you forgive me? Julius: Because I'd hope you would do the same for me if I were in your shoes, right? William: I appreciate that, but I don't see how you could ever be in my--- Julius: Answer the question, William.

#black clover #black clover incorrect quote #julius novachrono #william vangeance #reblogged post #damn you’re right

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loosesodamarble · 13 hours

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Hello may I request for fuegoleon with a hybrid wife s/o who is half human and half sea fae? So she has water based magic and can control the ocean and can turn into a mermaid. (She's very beautiful too cuz mythically fae of the sea are very alluring and beautiful) I think it'd be really cool to see the dynamic between Fue's bold and passionate fire and his wife's calm but ferocious and uncontrollable water

Hiya~!

I was very much enabled and inspired for this fic~ I hope you enjoy it! I didn't think that Fue and such an s/o would really be that different deep down

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: General/fluff Length: ~0.7k Contains: Fue admiring his spouse, talk about sea and its depth (not dwelling on it though), just fluffy thoughts, and some teasing remarks

Waves. The smell of fresh sea air as the gentle motion of the ocean just swaying, as if brushing the shore, stood ahead of you. And it was all couple with the sound the water made in its motion. As if a quiet song most couldn’t understand.

At times you wondered if you did either. Perhaps your mother might have. Your father did. You were sure that he did. It was his home, after all. And you... you weren’t quite sure which one you were more, land or sea. Or maybe you were a shore. Something that existed in between. Which was why you were able to spend longer times in the Capitol, land in general, away from bodies of water.

But it didn’t make you appreciate the trips, and the time your husband took off his busy schedule, to bring you here in Raque. To just... admire the waves. And listen to the songs it told.

There was a hand on your shoulder, which made you turn your head to the side, before feeling a sturdy chest pressed against your back.

“Go ahead,” there was a soft encouragement, as if a praise, spoken as a whisper. “I know you want to,” he told you with the slightest hints of amusement before placing a kiss to your temple.

You glanced at him, your lips tugged up into a grin, and saw him with a gentle smile on his face. The very same understanding, loving smile that you had fallen for way back when. The very same smile that still lingered as you ran to the ocean, as your legs were replaced with a tail, and the taste of air was changed to the taste of sea water as gills took charge.

You knew he was watching, silently, while wearing that smile.

But what you didn’t realize, was him watching your scales glimmer in the light of the sun. The ethereal beauty of them just glistening amidst the waves that would bend to your will.

Sure, someone might have wondered why, or how, a fire made with a heart that was as passionate as a roaring flame, would have fallen in love with someone that held water magic, was calm and gentle as a pond.

Only that the idea of you being “like a pond” was very much not true. And whenever someone implied of such a thing, he found it to be nothing but amusing misguidedness. Because, sure, you held the serenity of a calm lake, or the sea on a day that the winds chose not to sway the surface of it. But... beneath the ocean surface the tides would always sway, there would be the roar of the ocean, the strength and the power those who travelled the seas would know to respect.

He didn’t think that he had been mindful enough of the fact, just how deep the oceans could be before.

But now he was.

And he knew that you could handle yourself. That you could stand your ground, if need be.

If need be. He just didn’t want there to be such. Which was why he worried.

He worried even if he watched you play in the water as the sun glided from your scales.

Perhaps one might have stated that he was very much like that himself, someone who seemed calm and collected on the surface, but was strong and held fury in his heart. That both of you held depths within yourselves.

Maybe you were both aware of it on some level, and maybe that was the very thing that had drawn you too together. Not the superficial differences, but the deep, strong similarities. How your hearts sang together.

He might tease you for being his siren, and you’d groan because you weren’t a siren, but coming from him, it was different. He meant it with all the love in the world. And he was your hot-headed fireball. Though he very much prided himself in being able to stay calm.

The loving teasing that you both did. Because you understood each other.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #fuegoleon vermillion #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #x reader #laura the writing senpai #reblogged post #roaring flames and the roar of the ocean #i love that little similarity drawn between fire and water #fuegoleon's musings are philosophical and romantic at the same time

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loosesodamarble · 13 hours

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lets go hashira lets go!

edit 3/19/24: wanted to fix some things... hashira fanart moment. will be selling these as prints soon!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fanart #pillars #reblogged post #how fun to meet the VAs!#and good luck with getting your art sold as a print!

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loosesodamarble · 16 hours

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Gabriel silver crack only

Neva Belmonte is @lyranova oc

Summary

Neva yuno and all other think this Gabriel and Lagrins fight again but it’s not not whit fist at least or magic

Warning mention of :of sleeping whit each other

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Neva and yuno were eating as they hear Gabriel and Langris fight again at least they think so

Gabriel:go faster you wimp this call you smashing?!

Langris: say the right chicken leg!!! Curse you!!!

Gabriel: say it again Gnom AAAAA!!

Never and yuno looking at each other

Neva:should we stop them? I mean last time they destroyed the half of the Blaise

Yuno:hm

Some golden dawn in the background:I believe I sleep in the garden again you in?““yes I bring the blankets and popcorn for the show““year sounds nice““hey I’m the only one or sound it like angry se€?““jo no stop Dave!!!!“

Langris:now we talking brad now show what you can do-Arck!!!!!

Gabriel:AAAAAA FUCK!!!!NOW SPEAK WE WIMP

Neva just stare it’s sound really like they have something on then hear they William

William:GABRIEL LANGRIS STO-OH OH „then run he in the eating room red

William red face’s:don’t be scared they don’t fighting……they just……..training……in a interesting way……

Yuno:I need ear bleach……….

Neva:my too my too yuno…..how can you be so loudly whit this?! The Wohle HQ hear them……..

William:we should go out training it’s good air I believe „laughing nervously but you can hear how he say how he should talk to them……..

#black clover #langris vaude #black clover oc #gabriel silva #marune's oc #neva belmonte #lyra's oc #reblogged post #(le gasp) oh my gosh langris and gabriel are...#they're emotionally traumatizing neva and yuno #neva needs those boys to be soooooo much quieter with their...#lover's spat???? uhhh...

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loosesodamarble · 19 hours

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DID I DARE FINISH IT?!

Yes i did.

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare

#solara equinox #black clover oc #black clover #fuegoleon vermillion #black clover fanart #fuelara #laura’s oc #reblogged post #🥺🥺💖😭💖🥺👏💖🥰

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loosesodamarble · 22 hours

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!!!!!!!

#romance #tropes #reblogged post

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loosesodamarble · 1 day

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I walk alone

Summary: Nozel walks through the shadows and sees scenes of what his life could have been.

Type: One shot

Genre: Heavy ANGST

Warnings: blood

Word count: 1551

Ships: Nozel x Vanessa, Nozel x Selena, Nozel x Fuegoleon, Nozel x Helia, Nozel x Briar, Nozel x Dorothy, Nozel x Helena

Author's note:

OCs in order belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare, @loosesodamarble, @koneko-pi and Helena is mine.

The vibes of this fic were inspired by @f-oighear's one shot: But the cold, dark gaze is your own.

Illustration is at the end.

Ao3

Is he in a dream? He does not know, but the shadows that swirl around him are ominous. He looks away, but it is the same on the other side. Shades of gray. There is a path and he walks on it, because what else can he do?

Each step feels heavy. He feels the burden resting on his shoulders. The burden of responsibility, burden of duty. It is suffocating, but he pushes on. He knows nothing else. Stronger! Stronger! Stronger! He keeps on repeating. My path is mine and mine alone.

So he walks by himself, dragging his feet, tripping. Shadows come closer.

He cannot take a break, but… his composure is shattering. Just a moment, a little bit.

So he stops, nobody will notice. He turns his head to the side and his lilac eyes widen, surprised.

The shadows part, just in that one spot, they swirl away and there is light. He needs to squint, because he is not used to it. Dark markings strangled him, kept him away from it, he kept himself from it, for fifteen years of his life. So how is this light apparent now?

He looks closer and he sees a flutter of pink. Pink? He smells wine, but why wine?

His eyes meet with those of amethyst color and he sees flushed cheeks.

“Hello handsome,” the woman winks. It is just that she is not talking to him. There is a man next to her. Man that could be his twin, because they both have silver hair, fair skin, lilac eyes. However it is not Nozel, because he knows himself and he is not happy. So how does this Nozel look as if he was? He wants to know the secret, wants to know how?

He takes a step closer… he falls on his knees.

The light is gone, only shadows remained.

He struggles to stand up. His legs are wobbly, because the burden is back. Somehow heavier than ever. Alone he pushes on.

Stronger! Stronger! Stronger! The words are there, repeated like a mantra.

Yet another step, yet another drag of his feet and they hurt. The soles of his sandals are not enough to shield them from the hard rocks, which suddenly appeared on the path.

He looks at them.

However then suddenly a flash of light appears. His eyes dart to it and he is focused. His legs feel lighter, so he approaches it.

Silver? No she is not a Silva, he does not know her and yet she feels familiar. As if when he looks at the night sky he sees her. The moon looks down at him. And once again there is a man beside her. She is soft with him and he… he is soft with her. Yet another impossible twin.

So he wants to gaze longer, but the moment he takes a step closer, light fades again. The burden settles, crushes him. Markings strangle his neck.

Stronger! Stronger! Stronger!

He walks down the path. The sharp stones seem to break the soles of his sandals, but they are still fine… for now.

When the light appears again, he is not surprised and he runs to it, once again magically rid of the heaviness. He stops close enough so that he can see, but not too close, worried that it will disappear.

Why is his rival there? Why are they sitting under a tree? What are they talking about?

Fuegoleon seems to be calmly explaining something and the man beside him… listens. They are younger, teenagers. But he has no memory of that. What does it mean? This Nozel does not look burdened.

He cannot stop himself from taking a step. It fades… once again it fades…

Stronger! Stronger! Stronger! But he wishes for yet another light.

His shoulders hurt. The burden digs into them. He is struggling not to trip. Not to fall down on the sharp rocks.

He sees it. He darts towards it. Somehow his prayer was answered.

Gold? Gold and green. The woman is standing in the water and smiling. She submerged her hands in it only to lift them up and splash them! He flinches, but she did not splash at him. The man beside her gets a little wet. He expects the man to snap. He does not. The man looks… happy?

He needs to take a closer look. He forgets and takes a step. The light fades.

Stronger! Stronger! Stronger! Stronger to see another light?

He feels the rocks. The soles of his shoes begin to have holes in them. It hurts! He pushes it down. He does not hurt. He is strong.

However when the light appears he does not have to pretend anymore… because the pain fades away.

The woman is not facing him. She has long, light brown hair, so long that it nearly touches the ground. He notices her ears… they are pointy? Then a man comes up from behind her. He puts his hand on her shoulder and she turns around. Her eyes… They are beautiful, peach colored. Her expression is serene as she looks up at the man. That man… he is not nervous… he is happy.

Maybe if he got a closer look he too..? However when he does the shadows remind him that he cannot. They swallow the peach eyed woman and the man. Once again he is alone.

Stronger! Stronger! Stronger! Why is it on repeat?

He flinches. Pain. His shoes break down. The soles do not make it and sharp rocks dig into his feet. The burden, the duty lies heavy on his shoulders. He wonders will his spine make it? It has to. He is strong… right?

However he only feels strong, when the light appears again. His wide open eyes look at those with interchanging colors. Colors of pink, blue and purple. Why is that witch there? How is she not asleep? She makes a V-sign with her fingers and giggles, but she does not giggle at him. She giggles at the man whose cheeks are bright pink. He is embarrassed, but not in an uncomfortable way. This is softer. The man smiles tenderly.

He wonders would this expression look the same on him? So he tries, but the corners of his lips are not used to the movement. The muscles seemed to forget. An ugly grimace forms instead. He covers his mouth.

This time he is the one to step back. The light fades.

Stronger! Stronger! Stronger!

Something wet.... There is blood on his feet. He feels his back crack, he needs to lean forward, because the burden is too heavy. He wishes for the light no more. It gets worse with each one. Or maybe… just one more time? One more time, before he hurts his feet and they cannot walk anymore. One more time before he gives away to the burden. He walks, but it is hard. It is hard to breathe with the markings suffocating him.

He trips. His hands bleed. The rocks cut the skin open. White fabric on his knees tears. There are no tears streaming down his cheeks. He is strong. He tries to stand up.

The light shines. He looks up and suddenly he is able to walk, able to run, but he is scared. He worries that if he gets too close it will disappear again. However he cannot see from this far. His feet decide for him.

He takes a look. The man standing there looks the most like him, from all of those he saw. His expression flat and arms crossed over his chest.

He furrows his brows. What does it mean?

But before he can wonder, a flash of red appears and a woman comes from behind the man, she excitedly jumps up and wraps her arms around him. The man nearly stumbles… but he is not angry. And the woman laughs. Her dark chocolate hair falls on him and contrasts with the silver. It frames her bright smile and deep brown orbs… almost black. She whispers something to the man and he rolls his eyes affectionately. Affectionately..? How does one do that?

He wants to ask, so he opens his mouth… but no words come out. He tries again, but he is mute. He puts his hand to his throat. It burns. The markings burn, they suffocate. He tries to scream, but those two surrounded by light do not hear, because there is nothing to be heard. So he reaches out his hand.

The light..? Why is it… wet?

It disappears. Only his outreached palm stays. His eyes widen. It is red, just as that woman’s dress. Blood red and the droplets fall on the sharp rocks. Right… they cut it open.

Stron… He is not strong anymore. He falls on the hard ground. It hurts his body. The burden crushes his lungs. The markings tighten around his neck. The shadows swirl and blood… it spills. He lies there looking up at the dark. Nothing is there.

Nothing… nothing… nothing…

Something wet trails down his cheeks. Tears? His eyes open and he stares at the white ceiling of his room at the Silva estate. What was that dream? He wonders. Heavily he lifts himself up on the bed and looks to the side.

It is empty…