What who you ship with Maka says about you:
Soul: You love a man who's borderline depraved in his devotion to a woman but too proud to admit it. A guy's heirachy of needs should be: Protecting his girlfriend, a hobby in honor of her, being pegged by her, and then food and water. You might also be vanilla as hell and ship every FL with every ML.
Crona: Somehow this faction only formed in recent years, the sight of a socially anxious person with PTSD getting gentle parenting from their girlfriend fufills something you're openly aware you just wish you had. You are not open to discussions about codependency.
Black Star: Foreplay should include fighting in your opinion, nothing is better than a stupid man pissing off a woman before they hate fuck. Your favorite quadrant was Kismesissitude. Yes, it's near statistically garunteed you read Homestuck.
Death The Kid: You really love the webtoons where the girl married her emotionally deficient Chaebol love intrest and has a minimum of two kids while girl bossing into the sunset. A lot of the fanart also taps into a very specific early 2010s Japanese school romance aesthetic that I can't elaborate on better but I hope you feel me. To be fair, the fact their fathers were business partners since they were kids should have fueled a lot of potential.
Any Female Character: You are desperate for more yuri possibilities in this series and also likely did not read the manga or watch the spin off series because you heard it was bad.
Any Adult character: If you did ship this, you've become increasingly more quiet about it over the past decade. There sure used to be more of it and I frankly am too awkward to comment more on it.
Any B team character: You are waiting for another person to one day ship Maka x Killik too so you are not the only creator for it. I promise you I have seen pretty good fanart from a niche Japanese fan blog that last posted 15 years ago but good luck managing to find it.
Female Soul: Sadly you developed your comfort ships before you became Yuri pilled. After years of coping, the answer fell right into your lap; forcibly feminize the guy. You are me.