Why are you shipping Nozessa, its so bland and you waste your writing 🤮 Go ship Zonessa or Finessa instead, those are far better. Why does this ship even exist 🤮
Anon, honestly... I'm rather confused. Like, why are you coming to my profile and tell me what to ship and what not to ship? You do realize that this is some rude behavior, right?
Yes, I ship Nozessa and I know that this ship is not for everyone's taste. Like, we are all different with our own tastes. Everyone has ships they like and ships they dislike, which is totally normal.
You have every right to not ship Nozessa, this is no problem at all. But just because you don't like it doesn't mean it's objectively bland. I personally don't find it bland, on the contrary (royal and witch, grumpy and sunshine, their different bonds with their respective mothers etc.).
You prefer Zonessa and Finessa, which is your right too. I personally don't ship them, but I do see the appeal and I feel very happy that they have their shippers. But they don't make me puke, if anything, I totally love them as platonic friendships. I am very grateful that I have no ship I fully hate in Black Clover, those I don't like romantically I like platonically. It's like this with those ships and others, Dorozel for example.
Why I ship Nozessa? I didn't at first when I was fresh in the Black Clover fandom. But some amazing fanfics made me fell in love with this ship, especially @f-oighear Soulmate AU was a turning point for me, I still reread it a lot.
By the way @f-oighear also wrote some Zonessa stories, you can check those out too. And another mutual, @mitchmitmy, drew a cool Zonessa fanart not that long ago. And I know that there are few more artists here on Tumblr who draw and/or write this ship, you could check their work instead.
As for Finessa, there are also many cool artists that draw and write this ship, it's been in the fandom for a while. For example, @acacia-may has written cozy sweet stories. And there are many more about this ship to discover.
You have plenty of artists who do those ships, you don't need to come to me for them. Again, it's absolutely your right to dislike Nozessa. I have no problem with that. The problem is rather your rude attitude with your ask. It shouldn't offend you that others ship a ship you dislike. You can block the tags, so that you won't see anything about Nozessa in any way. You can also block me if my ship bothers you that much.
But I won't stop writing about Nozessa. It is my OTP and I will continue to write fanfics about them (I'd do the same with fanarts, but sadly I can't draw). And maybe I should thank you, because your rude comment gave me even more motivation to write.
(also, I have other ships for Zora and Finral that love very much. More than one, I am sometimes a multishipper... Zora x Nebra or Zora x Kirsch, Finral x Finesse or Finral x Nacht, to name a few, not to mention all the cool OC ships too).
So, anon, with all due respect, let people ship what they love and don't be rude. You have artists who draw and write the ships you love, follow them. Block the tags of the ships you hate. And please, give Zonessa and Finessa a better love than spitting on ships you hate.
So I realised i haven't properly introduced my Nozel and Dorothy next gen (one of my first OCs I designed a couple of years ago). Her name is Freya and have done a lil info dump.
Appearance:
Freya is a tall slender young woman. She has short wavy hair, and tends to braid her left bang and pins to the back of her head. She has inherited the classic silver hair of the Silva family, however with streaks of purple, which are similar to the hair colour of her mother.
She has purple and blue eyes, and the same sharp features as Nozel. She wears a white strapless corset, and a long navy blue skirt with a side slit.
She wears a navy blue cape, in the style of the silva feathers, tied with two 'house silva' buttons.
Personality/About:
Freya is a highly intelligent and strategic individual. She has a sharp mind, is very calculated, strategic and somewhat cunning. She has always been made aware of her social status, and carries herself with a form of elegance that commands respect.
Freya mostly tends to follow her own moral compass, and is a true neutral/ neutral good character. She mainly does things on a 'whim' or if it 'interests her', and is unafraid to challenge conventions if it means staying true to what she believes in.
Freya can be quite direct, and arrogant, however despite these quirks, she does have a close relationship with her family - especially her younger brother Kol who she always teases with payful insults.
Freya also shares a strong bond with both her patents, and her cousins who bring out her playful and lighthearted side, making it easy for Freya to let her guard down.
Magic:
Freya has memory magic, which she uses to manipulate memories at will. Her creation magic allows her to 'memorise' and 're-create spells' and combine two spells together which she has memorised. She can also make opponents temporarily forget spells. Alter the memories of other people.
She has the scary ability to mess with minds and that's what make people afraid of her. Although a high rank, she is a semi-passive member of the Silver Eagles magic knight squad. Mainly because she would rather be off doing her own thing.
(character profile on the right was drawn by @koneko-pi)
I want to ask you, what do yo think about Dorozel (Dorothy x Nozel)?
Hiya anon 🥰!!
Personally I don’t mind Dorothy x Nozel, though I prefer the two as friends much more!
I can see the appeal of Dorothy x Nozel as a couple; i mean, he did tell her about what happened to Acier out of everyone else, and she can tease and joke with him without him making a snide remark or glaring at her (sure he becomes annoyed by it but it comes off as a different annoyed then with others).
So, I don’t mind them as a ship and can see the appeal, and have even written some headcanons for them! But they’re not one of my top ships if that makes sense!
Hey! Could you please write a Dorothy x Nozel fanfic, and could it be angst with a good ending?
I'm really craving Dorothy x Nozel content because it's an unpopular ship 😭
Thanks!
Hello! Thank you for the patience!
I was trying to think of something fitting for the topic, and this did end up being more angst than fluff. BUT I do promise you a fluffy ending. This time Nozel does the comforting
Pairing: Dorothy x Nozel
Genre: Hurt-comfort
Fanfic type: Oneshot
Length: ~1.8k
Contains: Very vague manga spoilers (spade arc), themes of self-doubt and trauma while growing up, my personal headcanons as to why Dorothy left the Witches' forest, bonding over parent trauma, Nozel comforts Dorothy, hugs and affirmations, Nozel tries
The battle in Spade. Devils pouring out from the deepest depths of the Underworld; the realm of creatures believe to be without a heart. Only that they did. Not that by the terms given by those dwelling on this realm, it could be qualified as one. But... it was a heart nonetheless. Granted that such hearts, such creatures, that were there to bring nothing but death and destruction for their own amusement onto the earth, which is why they needed to be stopped.
That had been why Nozel and Dorothy, among their peers, had been there. On that battlefield. To prevent that evil from spilling into their lives, into the world, their place of residency.
They went to war, so that they might live.
So that maybe, hopefully, both of them might live. Truly live. Not just be alive, but live. And while both their bodies still drew air, living ... that would be the next uphill battle. To learn to do that. To shed themselves of ghosts and corpses of past doings that still lingers around as ghosts. In the corridors, the shadows, painted onto the walls. Both in places that were hidden, and in plain sight.
For Nozel, those shadows were much more prominent, no matter how much he tried to keep them concealed. Because he was a proudful man. Someone who needed to upkeep appearances and walls so high they might climb all the ay up to the heavens themselves. A proper Tower of Babel, on top of which he might linger, away from the reach of all, but be punished whatever deity there was in the heavens that had stayed silent for all his life. Through all the choices he had to make all by himself, when there was no one to guide him. No one older and wiser to show him the way, but instead, he had to find answers for himself.
Answers that had proven to be wrong, in the end and through out the process of making decisions. A road he had travelled, but hadn’t known how to turn back either.
All the sins that he had been able to admit to Dorothy. Spill all the burdens that had laid so very heavy on his shoulders, but which had wound around his throat as a spell, to keep him from speaking out in the realm of the humans. But Dorothy wasn’t quite so limited. Because her magic had allowed him to talk and her to listen.
That was how they grew closer. First as colleagues, then friends, and then more...
She held his hand and tried to offer a shoulder, while having very little to say. Because how does one reply to all the things he had to share?
The things, for which he, and Noelle, had gotten a revenge. A retribution. A compensation. If one could call it as that.
But it was a way forward. A step into the right direction, now that he would be allowed to speak about it as well.
One step forward.
One more thought in the raging sea within his mind, as they walked back, after the battle. Into the sanctity of the Royal Capitol, into the Silva estate, holding hands. Their knuckles were pale from squeezing so hard onto each other, as if afraid that they might wake up from a dream, and end up into a nightmare that would be called as the real world.
“Nozel?” She whispered in a voice that was barely audible.
“Mhm?” His hum was just as quiet.
“I’m...” there was a lump in her throat that she swallowed. One of hesitation, of things she wasn’t sure if she should say, or not.
But she had already gotten this far.
They had already gotten this far. And now that he was freed of the curse, then maybe... maybe it’d be alright if she talked about it.
“What is it?” He asked, still squeezing onto her hand, partially fearing what she might have to say, and partially not daring to leave whatever it was unheard.
“I’m... I was thinking that since...” she still hesitated, which evoked a sense of fear within Nozel. A fear unlike he had never felt before. Because... because there was a possibility that she’d say something, about which he couldn’t do anything.
One can’t make another person love another. It is not something that can be forced upon a person, and thus... ought she say what he dreaded within the depths of his very soul, there would be nothing he could do about it.
And that would be a defeat after a victory. A loss that he couldn’t have predicted.
“I was thinking that since...” she started again. “You are confronting you demons,” she attempted to joke. “I might have to confront mine.”
He stopped, but didn’t let go of her hand.
She... has demons? Of her own? He found himself wondering as he stared at her with a look of disbelief, because for all this time, he had thought that he had been the one with troubles.
Sure he knew that she had left home for a reason to come to Clover Kingdom, but the reasons could have been many.
“You’re not the only one with a troubled parent-child relationship,” she attempted to joke again, but her smirk was laced with sorrow.
And it twisted his stomach. It made a wave of nausea wash over him, along with a horrid realization sink in. One that told him that he had overlooked the burdens of the one he held most dear, the one who had always been there. Helping him. Supporting him. Offering him a shoulder to cry on when no one else would. Or could, for that matter.
“And it’s about time I face my mother...”
“How-, was she ...” he tried, but the words died in his throat. Even though now that it had been brought up, he wanted to know.
No.
He needed to know.
He quite simply had to know. And if it was up to him, he would know.
“It’s not exactly an easy thing to hear...” she gave him a gentle smile that almost looked like she was pitying him.
She was pitying him.
Such a strange thing.
Because in that moment, that topic, that time and place, she... it should have been the other way around if anything. If someone was to pity someone else, it should have been the other way around.
“Tell me.”
She looked around the corridor where they stood, and it was only then he realized where they were still standing. Which was why he began walking further into the estate, dragging her along, nearly desperate to get to their shared bedroom as quickly as possible. But the ever-winding corridors felt so long. Far longer than in a long, long time. And he found himself praying that she wouldn’t lose confidence during the walk. During the minutes that it would take for them to reach the bedroom.
And as they got there, the door closed shut, he finally realized that he must’ve been holding his breath. Because he was gasping for air. His chest was heaving.
But as he placed his hands onto her shoulders, and looked at her, he was sure about the words he spoke: “Tell me.”
There was a pause during which her eyes flickered. A pause during which she seemed to question if he really wanted to know. But she could see no lie in his eyes. No hesitation. No doubts. Which was why her lips parted to explain.
“My mother... she felt a need to... try an make a couple of us improve our magics. So that we would be the strongest witches,” she began as her eyes fell down. “My sister... she had the ability to control the fate, which was why our mother made it so that she’d... need to control her own fate. She was locked away, pried away from the world in an effort for her to break out and take a hold of the fates that she was supposed to wield...” her tone was hushed. Quiet. Barely there. “In order to make her fate wielding magic stronger, she’d need to take a hold of herself first. That was how our mother tried to force that ability onto her. Force, specifically,” she emphasized. “And for me... Because my magic is that of dreams...” her voice quivered. “There are many ways to strengthen dreams, but my mother works through opposites.”
Nozel was almost sure where this was headed, but he didn’t-, dare finish the thought. Because the image of a mother was sacred in his mind. So this... this didn’t ... seem right. In any way.
“So my mother made it her mission to make my life quite the nightmare. Quite... literally. So that I would escape into my dreams,” she spoke with a tone that was barely audible. “It doesn’t sound like much but... you see... my mother’s magic can be... scary... The images she can conjure...” she paused for a while, and her eyes shifted around, as if she was seeing something in the space that existed between the two of them. “There is a reason why in Glamour World I have teddies and cupcakes and... all the things a young girl might wish...”
She paused again, for a moment that seemed like a fraction of an eternity.
But it seemed like she wasn’t capable of saying more. Not at this time though.
So, he settled in taking half of a step forward, and wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m here,” he whispered against her hair, while holding her as tight as he dared.
He wasn’t good with words, but he could do something. He could hold her close and tell her that he was there.
Because he was. And he would be.
“It’ll be alright...” he tried.
It was a clumsy attempt and he knew it, but- .... But he tried. And as she wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed back, he knew that she could hear him. That she could feel it.
That he wasn’t going anywhere, and he’d be there to listen when and if she wanted to talk more.
“I’m sorry you needed to bear through it,” he added, which sounded far too much like a rehearsed line for a manual of some kind. A dry statement said when other words failed.
But the sentiment of being genuine was there.
“You didn’t deserve it,” another dry statement, and his jaw tensed from how stupid it sounded to him, when said out loud.
“I know,” she smiled against his chest. “But it’s good to hear it,” she added as her thumb begun stroking his back over his clothes.
Not everything was exactly alright with the world. But... little by little, things were getting better. Things were growing towards a bright future. A future where they might be together, and well.
There might have been more demons to conquest, but... they’d do it together.
Hello everyone! Due to some personal health issues, I have been running behind in completing the requests that have been sent in. I apologize for the delay and promise that all requests be fulfilled--it just might take a little while. Thank you so much for your patience in the meantime! 🥰
In light of this, I have decided to close my requests on the evening of Monday, Dec. 19th!
From now until then, I am opening both the Friendsgiving and Limited Romance Edition requests, and you may send in as many as you like for whatever you'd like within the parameters of the rules which are included under the cut.
All requests must be SFW and can include as much or as little direction as you'd like (i.e. a particular genre or prompt ect., if you have a preference).
For Friendsgiving Platonic Stories, you may choose up to 3 characters.
For the Limited Romance Stories, you may choose 1 or 2 romantic ship(s) from the following list compiled from the bingo game [arranged alphabetically]. (As I recently answered a bingo ask about Dorothy x Nozel they have been added as well 🥰).
Charlotte and Yami
Charmy and Rill
Dororthy and Nozel
Finesse and Finral
Finesse and Langris
Grey and Gauche
Vanessa and Finral
Vanessa and Nozel
Requests can be made anonymously, and you may send in as many as you want before they are closed on Monday. 💖Please feel free to reach out to me with any questions.
Thank you so much for your requests and support!! 🥰
