Dec 7, 2025
But in the end I leave it to the Lords
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But in the end I leave it to the Lords
HELLO????? ROGERRR??????
Wooowww, I haven't made any Queen-related fanart for a long hot minute, huh?
I whipped up something informal and silly using my new-ish "tiny" art style :3
oh my gosh, just this, this pic.
More queen doodles/sketches
I keep saying "Dave!! Do do do!!" It's so much fun 💀
The first two I used a photo ref and the last two are just purely from memory lol
Who writes fanfiction?
Freddie
Brian
Roger
John
New-to-me pics of John 😍💕 found on Pinterest.
Haircut
The decision to cut off his long locks was spontaneous.
Freddie had thought of changing his image of course. He was able to ignore most of the slurs flung his way, but he knew that style was changing. He could already hear the shouting of reporters at the horror that he cut his hair. Short hair reminded him of his boarding school days...
“What do you think, dear?” He asked Delilah who was playing with a strand of his hair.
Delilah squeaked, biting his split ends.
“Of course, you’d be without your favorite toy, but Daddy’ll buy you a more expensive toy.” He petted her soft fur.
Purring, Delilah rubbed her face against his.
Freddie smiled. He had always been so insecure about his looks that was why he dressed so extravagantly. “Lovie, would you even recognize me without my hair? I know I always tell you that looks don’t matter. But you’re a cat, darling. And gorgeous to boot!”
Oscar meowed at his feet, jealous at his sister.
“Come here, love.” Freddie patted his other knee. “There’s my boy.”
Oscar purred, kneading his sharp claws into Freddie’s leg.
“Ow!” Freddie scowled at his naughty child.
Oscar shimmied, shoving his butt in Freddie’s face.
“You’re such a killer queen.” Freddie looked to Delilah for confirmation, but the little pussy was licking her butt. Sighing, Freddie thought it was quite wonderful that cats didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. Why should he?
Why would it matter if he got a bloody haircut?
He was Freddie Fucking Mercury, and he looked fabulous no matter what he did.
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