#blackcloverweek2020

Black Clover Week: Day 7 – Gym Leader Dorothy

This week’s chapter made me feel very soft for the Golden Dawn again, but I’ve kept Dorothy waiting long enough, so I finally got around to finishing her! I thought about making her a fairy-type Gym Leader since her personality is so bubbly, but she would definitely be asleep when you battle her, which seems like a very psychic-type trainer thing to do. 

Also, Musharna is a psychic type, and you’re doing it wrong if you don’t draw Dorothy with a Musharna. 

BTW, I’ve been drawing each Gym Leader with their own Pokeball! Jack has a nest ball, William has a Level Ball, and Dorothy has the Dream Ball!

@blackcloverweek Day 4: Role Reversal (Asta and Noelle)

This was pretty late, but I’m glad to finally finish this! 

Day 4 for @blackcloverweek

Favorite battle

BLACK CLOVER WEEK // DAY 4: FAVORITE FIGHT

Day 7: Free day

Nozel was walking down the corridor towards his office after dinner to continue on his mounting paperwork. He felt tense, more so than usually. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to spend hours on end by his desk, but this time he could feel the tension getting to his muscles. But there was no other choice, it was something that needed to be completed and he couldn’t leave it for anyone else to do. After all, it was his duty as a captain to fulfil his own tasks and set an example for the rest of the squad.

As his steps echoed around him, he could feel his right shoulder pulling forward and pain shot through him. His entire arm was tense from the cramp which locked the right side of his torso. He halted in his place at the sudden shock, hunching forward as he grit his teeth. His brows twitched as he took a moment to take a deep breath and forced himself to stand upright again. Barely breathing he managed to get to his office and close the door, his arm spasming constantly.

He pushed his right shoulder back with his left arm, easing the pain. He curses his body failing him in silence, as his steps found their way to the desk. As he stopped forcing his arm back, it clenched forward once more, allowing agony to flood back in. He sat down and tilted his head up in his chair, trying to think of what to do. Considering if he should wrap his mercury around his torso to push his shoulder back and maybe rendering him hiss writing ability back. Or could he perhaps just pick up a pen with his mercury and write with that? Technically speaking Fuegoleon does just that, so it wasn’t out of the question.

There was a knock on the door and you emerged inside. “Hey, darling, there’s something I wanted to…” you trailed off as he looked at you with a slight shock. “Hm? You look like you got caught with something,” you chuckled as you closed the door and made your way to him. He shrugged. “Nothing of the sorts,” he said fully well knowing that you did catch him, even if it was just being caught having his muscles locked up. You knew that he was hiding something, and he knew that you knew, which made you giggle at his behaviour. “You can tell me, you know? What’s wrong?” You asked, standing next to him, your words tickling his ears. He shifted his eyes from you, thinking if he should just give in and tell you or keep his head. But you noticed his shoulder being pulled forward and how the movements of his arm seemed tense.

“I see…,” you said as if you were placing a warm blanket of acceptance over him. You placed your hands on his shoulder and gently pulled it back with one hand, as your other started kneading the muscles next to it. A new kind of wave of discomfort washed over him as you did that. He could feel his arm growing numb and warm simultaneously, and as your thumb hit a knot on his upper chest, he let out an involuntary groan. You smirked and let him sink into his chair as your hands caused shivers running through his body all the way to his feet. His consciousness started to drift away and a smile rose to his lips. “I’m not being too rough, am I?” He cracked open his eyes to look at you. “Don’t you dare stop,” he said softly, earning another giggle from you. “That’s my line, isn’t it?” He chuckled and said while closing his eyes again “I’ll borrow it.”