Pros & Cons of Dating Volga
Pros .
his high body temperature will always keep you warm .
very protective , will prioritize your emotional & physical well - being .
he may be a little dense understanding social cues and the like , but for you he will give it a try and even demonstrate it by putting effort to his actions .
if you make even the smallest comment of something you want , be it an object , going somewhere , trying some new food . . . etc , he will get it for you without question .
he will always , ALWAYS , respect your boundaries .
with the massive appetite he has , you know you’ll always have good food nearby - you’ll never run out of fresh food & vast ingredients .
there will be encouragement on teaching you how to fight and defend yourself , always focused on your own skills and advantages - he just wants to make sure you’ll be alright when on your own .
will absolutely respect your need for alone time - as he also very much needs it .
100% okay with cuddling , whether you want his hylian - like form or dragon form .
extremely passionate - this includes intimacy . . . also has quite the stamina for it , not to mention he gets really into it once he’s formed a deep & meaningful bond with someone .
expect honest and direct communication with him - countered with his lack of filter , there are times his words come out harsher than he means to .
Cons .
incredibly stubborn & deals with anger issues . . . makes for a challenge during arguments - that being said , he still listens and learns .
possessive but won’t show it . while he’s not controlling he’s still paranoid about many things - not quite insecure , he’s just traumatized .
not exactly the best at cooking . . . he can practice , at least . dude he’s a dragon he’s 100% okay with eating things when they’re already well past burned .
not the friendliest . he’ll struggle befriending other people close to you , be it family or otherwise .
overall lacks showing emotion - this is countered with how he’s more the type to let his actions speak for himself .
severe trust issues - it takes a l o n g time and a lot of patience to actually bond with him .
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i’m struggling to get to sleep a little, so i’m going back over childhood memories and stumbled across one that was almost a one hit KO.
I read a lot as a kid. My parents encouraged this, and got me a lot of books. Enough that, at one point, early in the morning and the only one awake, I was able to cover nearly every square inch of our living room in books. This probably led my parents to the realization that I, perhaps, had too many books, and we should get rid of some.
I was fine with that. I didn’t like to read books twice, you see, because I already knew where they were going and they didn’t entertain me anymore. That’s a philosophy that has changed, somewhat, with age, but that’s besides the point— there were a few books I wanted to keep. Strawberry Shortcake and something to do with mermaids. The few issues of the Beano I had. The Tin Soldier.
My parents boxed up a ton of books, and handed them in to my first grade classroom. Multiple large boxes of books. A comical amount of books. My teacher, Mrs. B, was very appreciative, But.
I don’t remember how this was uncovered. I don’t remember how I realized it, but… the tin soldier had been given away too. I didn’t mention it a paragraph ago, but it was my favourite book. I loved that book. It was about a tin soldier, missing a leg, in love with a princess or a ballerina. He got lost, or dropped, or maybe went on an adventure, I don’t recall, but in the end found his way back to the princess and was happy.
We did look through those boxes. Didn’t find it.
In sixth grade, I moved.
Well— technically, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade that I moved. Still. In the years between, we never found that book. I had honestly forgotten about it. Sure, I had cried, but I did eventually find other books.
I guess word got around that I was moving. It was… something like the last day of school— not quite the end, but close. I remember snow on the ground, grey and slushy and mostly gone. I was just getting on the school bus to go home when Mrs. B came bustling out of the school.
She caught my backpack handle to get my attention, and I stopped on the steps of the school bus, looking down at her for what may well have been the last time I ever saw her. She had a book in her frail hands. The Tin Soldier.
She had never forgotten. She kept looking for that book. There was an apple sticky note on the front, addressed to me. It said some incredibly kind things, though most of the words are lost to memory. Encourage your creativity, I think, was the gist of it.
I just. Four years. She kept looking for that book for me for four years. I still have it, now, over a decade later. She must have had other, more important things to do. Four years! Where on earth had it been? I still don’t know, can’t imagine what could have possibly happened to it in the interim short of it slipping into a dimensional pocket. I loved that teacher.
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