But yeah, sorry this place has been quiet. Just...life. But I'm okay! Just putting creativity elsewhere for now. Will hopefully be able to put up TWST dorm decals soon so keep an eye out for those.
This oneās a redraw of a thing I first drew back in 2021 and then later redrew in 2023! I remember specifically being inspired (and heartbroken) by what happens when you lose to Yozora. Iām still super happy with this, ESPECIALLY since I found a way to render crystals that I love and wonāt want to throw my iPad at a wall lol Original drawing + the first redraw below the cut
Alright! Got the dorm stickers mocked up, tested, and DONE!
You can find these on my BigCartel site either misstcnova or critterpile!
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Speaking of Critter Pile! This is a shop collab with a couple wonderful artist friends of mine (RedMoonDragon and Tazara)! We hope to slowly get a larger variety of things out such as prints, keychains, pins, maybe even commissions out across all sorts of fandoms we're interested in. That shop has only just opened so it's sparce, but keep an eye out as we hope to expand!
I'm not dead, despite what my body is trying to do to me. I've just lost a lot of motivation, but I hope to start slowly easing back into Tumblr soon. Here's one of the pieces I did for Volume 2 of the Prince's Uprising zine a while back that I forgot to post.
Premise: Leona has to face down his scars every day.
Trigger Warnings: Blood and serious injury
Words: 1,869
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A booming roar. A flash of white in the darkness. The glint before crimson rain and a piercing scream.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Blinding light stabs mercilessly at bleary eyes blinking into the sun. Groaning, the young man sits up rubbing at the dull pain on his left. Like a drill, it bores into his skull, leaving him exhausted before the day has even begun.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The lion rises like the dead, inevitably staggering into his morning class with the weight in his chest and the burn in his eyes. With every word that drones on, the further his thoughts drift from the lecture at hand, until a hand shakes him from his magic history nap.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLeona, wake up. Class is over.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā An honest yawn shows off pointed canines while the man attempts to rouse himself enough to shuffle to his next class.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThanks,ā he grumbles, shoving the mane from his face. A fist rubs at the dull ache.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYāknow, Iāve been curious,ā the prefect hums.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Leona gives the powerless human only half his attention as he stands. That is, until the question demands it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHow did you get that scar?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ice crawls beneath his skin, threatening to arrest all function. His consciousness attempts to recede into darkness triggering his demeanor to act on autopilotāa routine he programed to run amidst his disassociation.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThis? Hmph. Iāve had it so long I donāt even remember how I got it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The prefect thinks on his words but, thankfully, does not press further. For Leona, though, itās already too far. Only the paltry excuse he canāt even remember warns the other of his departure before heās already out the door.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās so effortless a deceit despite the ice creeping across his heart. How many times heās heard that question is the same as the number of lies. Leona knows very well how he got this scar and it will haunt him until his dying breath.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFarena, wait up!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Small feet beat against the stone floor as the young cub tries to keep up with his sibling.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCāmon Leo! Hurry up!ā The red-head turns back for the briefest moment, grinning like the fool he is. Through moonlit halls, the brothers rush to the palace study.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhy are we going to the study?! We already did our lessons! And itās past our bedtime!ā the younger hisses.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOne of the guards said theyād teach us about Unique Magic if we got the class ready!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āReally?!ā Suddenly, little Leo is completely on board with his brother dragging him out of bed in the middle of the night.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā With reckless abandon, the boys fly through the night, excited whispers marring the silence with excitement.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Through the blackened doorway, the brothers rush until the elder says, āTurn the lights on!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The little brunette head nods eagerly.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A rounded ear flickers, goosebumps rippling across his skin. Harlequin eyes drawn by the foreboding aura find the corner of the room. At first, he doesnāt quite comprehend what it is that he sees.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Then ice floods his veins. Breath hitches in his chest. Barely visible among the shadows is a figureāa monster stalking in the unknown. Peering from the darkness glints a pair of cold, piercing blue eyes.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The cub freezes, petrified by that boring gaze. Fear stunts his breathing, seizing every muscle and thought. Even as his brotherās hand rattles his shoulder, he canāt tear his eyes away.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLeo?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Spotting what it is that has Leonaās attention, the elder prince lets out a scream.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The monster moves quick, far faster than the cub can process, but when he hears the heavy thud that echoes in his ears, Leona turns. Looming over his sibling is a man that seems impossibly large, like a mountain the cub could never hope to overcome. And at the monsterās feet lies his brotherās body.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFarena?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But his brother doesnāt response. He doesnāt move a single muscle, though his chest continues to rise and fall.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Leona simply stares, petrified as the beast reaches for something. The sound of sliding metal blares like sirens in his ears, his breath practically cut by the blade that reveals itself in the cold moonlight. Gleaming as it turns, the blade rises, the point aimed for the helpless body on the floor.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Shaking, quivering, the younger brother snaps from his freeze to put himself in front of his family. Teeth bare in his best snarl, ears plastered against his skull. Though terror is coursing through his system, this is his brother who can no longer fend for himself.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Piercing, ice blue eyes gleam through the shadows at the children sprawled at his feet.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat a brave cub you are.ā His voice creeps through the air, scraping at the childās faulty confidence. āPoor little Leona. Second prince of the Sunset Savana, shunned by his own people. Let me help you.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā From the darkness, a pale palm extends to him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The cub has spent his short life in the shadow of his older brother. Whatever feat he might achieve could never compare to the future king. His frustrations meant nothing in the face of the throne that would never belong to him. Leona knows that.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLet me give you the crown. There will be no one left in your way and you wonāt ever have to settle for being looked down on again.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The glimmer of silver in the light pierces the boyās resolve.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAll you have to do is step aside.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Bravery crumbling in on itself, Leonaās gaze falls. Arms cover his chest to shield the child who wishes heād stayed in bed.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A hand snags the cub, the sharp tug pulling him from the path to his sibling. The weak little boy canāt possibly stand against this beast. Unarmed, untrained, less than half the size of this beastāitās hopeless.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His fearful gaze falls on helpless Falena, embers of fury glowing. Thatās his brother and heās not just going to let this man hurt himānot without a fight.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lips part, the words of his heart escaping on a whispered breath.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI am the one who hungers. Iā¦am the one who thirsts.ā Anger rises in his chest at this demon who thinks he can simply come in here and do as he pleases. A breeze brushes past. āI am the one to rob you of your future. Kneel before me! Kingās Roar!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Realizing that the younger cub is not done, the man turns just in time for the little lion to lunge. Fangs bared, the prince latches onto the intruder and, within seconds, dust begins to fall.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Immediately, the thrashing begins. A hand jerks and pulls at the kid, but Leonaāfueled by adrenaline and fearādigs his claws deeper. Meanwhile, sand continues to dust the floor. This man came here to hurt his family, to kill his brother, but even if he was ignored and looked down on, he loves Farena.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A blaring roar fills the darkness. Silver flashes as it swipes through the moonlight, joined by a crimson glint.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Without warning, a blinding pain sears across the young cubās eye. He hits the ground, a scream tearing from his mouth. His fear is set aside at the outcry of the monster. Peering through the unmaimed eye, Leona sees the whirlwind engulfing the man as it slowly devours him. His knife clatters to the floor, hands trembling in front of him. Those piercing eyes stare in disbelief while sand falls through his grasp.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās workingāwhatever magic the child conjured has taken hold without relent.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Leona stumbles to his feet.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āStop! STOP IT!ā the man howls in horror.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His words fall on deaf ears as the cub lunges again, screaming in fury and fear and pain. All the while, the intruderās form dissolves in a whirl of sand beneath the boyās hands. Even when thereās nothing left but a pile of dust, Leona is swept along by the surge of negative emotion. The sand continues to eat away at the world around him like the terror in in his poor little heart.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āānaāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Eyes clamped shut, hands pressed over his own ears, the cub wallows. From his burning throat, the screams continue.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāeonāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Heās alone, heās afraid, heās hurtāall of it overwhelming him in a vicious cycle heās trapped in. A muffled sound barely breaks through the roaring despair.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLeona!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the back of the arm, a hand snatches up the younger prince. The cub thrashes, slamming his hand down on the threatening hold.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āPrince Leona!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And all at once, the magic douses itself, leaving behind a scared, pathetic child, staring up at a blurry vision of the Grand Chamberlain. Seeing the fear and disappointment in that manās eyes almost hurts more than the open wound.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat have you done?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā From that day on, no one looked at Leona the same. The staff now fled at the sight of him. His parents were ashamed of the destructive potential of their youngest. The Grand Chamberlain he thought his only friend now seemed disappointed just looking at him. Even his brother, the reason he was attacked, the reason he awoke this wretched magic, the reason heās nearly blind in one eyeāeven his brother seemed to be afraid of him now. This was his fault, but Leona is the only one whoās suffering. Itās almost as if heās the monster that snuck into the palace that night.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYo, Leona.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A hand grazes against his left, seizing the heart in his chest. Fangs bared, magic rushing to his palms, Leona turns on the unexpected presence. When his harlequin gaze meets that of a familiar hyena, he realizes that this is not that time. The snarl falls from his face. Though the underclassman flinched, thereās no fear there. Tension melts off the lion and so too does the hyena relax.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Leonaās head shakes in hopes of dispelling the darkness. A shoddy attempt as its ink-covered fingers leave stains on his sanity.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ruggieās lips twist in doubt and Leona already knows his mask is slipping. In all his life, only two people have ever caught on to the princeās insecurities. However, the Grand Chamberlain didnāt seem to think that mattered when the young prince disintegrated an intruder within palace walls. Ruggie, however, knew immediately, persistent until he was almost shredded.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Yet itās the only comfort Leonaās ever received regarding what happened.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Unphased by the sharpness, Ruggie lets his head tilt. Thereās no smile, no fear or appeasementāonly understanding.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou know I just finished washing your blankets. Iāll bring dinner by later.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā For a moment, Leona simply stares at the second year. The proud part of him wants to snap back, say heās fine and push on, but a larger part is just so very tired of fighting.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Exhausted and on the brink of crumpling right there, Leona mutters, āOkay.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā With that, he slumps away back to the Savannaclaw Dorm, back to his room, and back beneath the covers of his bed. Itās there he finds a second of solace before the depression wracks his chest until he falls asleep alone, as he always has been.
I commissioned @miss-tc-nova for this fanfiction, so all the credits for the story go to them ! I am so in love with this story and I am truly happy to be able to finally share it with you now that Iām done with the cover. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy it !
That monotonous voice drones through the air like white noise. For all I know, an eternity has passed while I stand here, dressed up and on display for the countless gazes watching this farce. Fighting the urge to yawn is starting to become a real challenge.
Then those cursed words tear me back into the moment.
āāuntil death do you part?ā
Peering up into those harlequin eyes, I spy the faintest smirk tug the corner of his lips. Disgust crawls beneath my skin.
Hell no.
A smile falls on my face and I hope he finds the poison laced deep within my tone.
āI do.ā
The old bird croons on and I continue fighting the urge to bang my head against the wall. āThen by the powers vested in me by the council of Sunrise City, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.ā
Repulsion grips the muscles in my back as the petty cat sneaks a hand into my hair. Soft, warm lips press to mine to seal the charade of the evening. However, rather than the chaste kiss Iāve been loathing, the man drags out the show, an arm at my waist dragging me into his chest. It takes every ounce of self-control not to shove him off. Only that scent of citrus spice gives me an anchor on which to focus instead of this smarmy catās mouth.
Finally deeming the moment sufficient, he leans back, his lips still plastered with that smug simper. Not about to feed his ego, I give my attention to the cheering audience. At least my father seems satisfied with the performance.
Through cake cutting, the signing of the marriage certificate, and the dreaded photos, I keep my mask and play the part of a happy newly-wed. However, in the intimate privacy of the first dance, finally the malice begins to seep through.
As a gentlemanādespite being anything butāmy new husband bends at the waist. In return, I curtsy, fists subtly clenched down on the ivory fabric of my dress. I want anything but for him to touch me right now, but I have to hand it to him, heās a good dance lead.
āYou could try to look less disgusted.ā The way his low baritone rumbles sends goosebumps across my skin, made worse by that stupid grin.
Batting my eyelashes, I sway with his step. āItās hard not to when I have to put up with this farce.ā
Heās enjoying this. āPlease. This is an upgrade for you, feathers. If anyone should gripe, it should be me.ā
āThatās rich considering nothing has changed for you.ā
āYou think this is where the farce ends? This is the rest of our lives, and somehow, I doubt youāre gonna be easy to manage.ā
āI donāt need managing,ā I retort. āBesides, if the rumors hold true, Iām now wed to the laziest man in all of Twisted Wonderland.ā
āBelieve whatever you want.ā
This might be where I finally have the upper hand. āOh, I believe the video of you staring dumbfounded at burning microwave. At least you look kind of cute with that stupid face.ā
Finally, that simper falters, eyes darting to the side where I assume the culprit behind the video stands. That is one nasty glare for such a silly reason.
āSo I think if anyone needs managing here, itās probably you.ā
The speed at which he recovers is alarming. āYouāre not the only one who can dig up faults. Iām sure your father knows all about the underground carpet races you were in.ā
I donāt know how I manage to maintain my smile, but my grip on his arm tightens, giving him all the ammunition he needs.
āOoo, maybe not.ā The twirl in which he forces me into puts me off balance and Iām forced to cling to his chest to keep balanced. Glaring up, my gaze finds those glittering emeralds. āThen I recommend minding that sharp tongue of yours.ā
Heās got meāfor nowāand I hate every bit of it.
The rest of the evening we endure before a member of the royal retinue informs us of the car here to whisk us away to our honeymoon destination. Though I sit cradled into Leonaās side for show, my eyes roam anywhere but to the man. As I should have expected, the Kingscholar family has a vacation home on the grounds of the Elephant Legacy hot springs. Apparently, Leona couldnāt be bothered to pick some place more extravagant and I honestly wasnāt invested in the planning at allāit was an easy out when the Queen Consort suggested the hot springs.
Eager to put on something I can actually sit in, the first thing I do is take to the bathroom. Hanging the bridal garment on the door, I let one last glance of disdain trail the fabric before zipping up the bag. Of course this is how my life turned out.
With more care and fondness, the jewelry is placed into velvet boxes for storage. On the other hand, far faster than it took to put on, bridal makeup comes off in just minutes. Possibly the most freeing moment of all is pulling the pins and twists from my hair, loosening the constant pull and letting the crimson waves fall freely around me.
This is me. Underneath the fancy clothes and makeup and overly-styled hair, itās just meāstill stuck in a cage that Iāll spend my whole life in. But Iāve long since come to terms with that.
Way more comfortable than I arrived, I wander my way back into the bedroom where some of my apprehensions return. Draped across the bed, still fully clothed in his suit, is the lion whose last name I now share. Thoroughly unamused, I stare down at him, only for a single eyelid to lift enough to peek at me.
āWhat?ā he huffs.
Seeing as weāre married now, itās no surprise thereās only one bed. That, however, does not excuse his bed-hogging.
āYou shouldnāt sleep in those clothes. And you need to pick a side.ā
The lazy catās lip draws with mild disdain. āHuh?ā
āOf the bed,ā I say sharply. āWhich side of the bed do you want? And go get changed or those clothes are going to get wrinkled.ā
āThe hellāre you talkinā about?ā He sits up, glaring at me. āI donāt care about wrinkled clothes. And the bed is mine. You can sleep on the couch.ā A finger jams towards the definitely-too-small couch meant strictly for cuddling.
āAbsolutely not.ā Not about to let this snarky cat bully me out of a good nightās sleep, my feet carry me around the bed where I start separating the pile of pillows. āIām not losing sleep because youāre being a selfish bed-hog. You can stay on that side, and if you donāt like it, then you can sleep on the couch.ā
Hands to my hips, I scowl at the feline, waiting for an argument. Instead, emerald eyes roll as if heās the most hard-done-by person in existence. Then he flops back onto the bed, immediately curling around his pillow. Just as I sit on the bed to situate myself, the blanket slips from my grasp. My jaw drops at the sheer audacity of the man now wrapped snuggling in the only blanket we have.
Stooping to his level is childish. I know this. He probably knows this. However, if I let him win now, heās setting the precedent for our entire marriage and in that scenario, I will always bend to his whim. I already have enough people to take crap from and I refuse to let Leona Kingscholar be one of them.
Crawling across the bed, I kneel over him, annoyance and determination twisting my lips. Itās all made worse by the terrible fake-sleeping act.
āIf you donāt share that blanket, Iām not sharing the bed.ā
Turns out heās not asleep. āWhatāre you gonna do? Push me oāaaah!ā
Yes. Yes, I am.
Feet plant firmly against his back, shoving with almost all the power I have and sending the cat to the floor. The satisfaction of being met with that glare from this vantage point is wonderful.
āYou were saying?ā I chime, adding insult to injury by plopping a pillow on his head.
āScrew you.ā
āIāll pass.ā
To my surprise, Leona grumbles but settles in with his blanket and pillow on the floor. Well, thatās not exactly what I wanted, but thereās not much I can do now without conceding my new victory. Plan partially backfired, I snuggle up with the remaining pillows.
The stress and chaos of the day weigh heavier than expected, as it doesnāt take long for me to slip into dreamlandāeven without a blanket.
The world shifts, easing my dozing thoughts towards consciousness. A welcome warmth falls across my body, luring me to snooze a little longer. The weight, however, eventually becomes too much, pinning me to the mattress.
A familiar citrus scent wafts past my nose.
Eyes snap open. There greets the room of the royal family vacation home. Though as bleary vision becomes clear, I see my arm wrapped around one of the spare pillows I fell asleep with. Overtop my arm lies that of the man who should be sleeping on the floor.
I know not when or for what reason, but at some point last night, Leona got off the floor and climbed into bed. Whether or not he was aware of his actions at the time of the decision mean very little to me. I do care that heās squishing me into the mattress though.
My first attempt at escape proves futile and eye opening. With his entire dead weight on top of me, Leona is an immovable object. Attempt number two goes much the same; I just donāt have the leverage or strength from this angle to escape. It takes at least twenty minutes to wiggle and worm my way from beneath the weight of the sleeping lion. Even when I manage my escape, I stare down at the man, briefly considering that he must be dead for, despite all my strenuous effort, he remains fast asleep. A drowsy hum and rollover dashes concern quickly. It doesnāt help that he continues sleeping after I throw a pillow at his head for my troubles.
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Soaking in the sun from the balcony, I poke at my lunch between polishing the jewelry from yesterdayāat least I got a beautiful new set out of this sham.
A grumbling noise draws my gaze through the doorway where the lion finally drags his face out of the pillow. The corner of my lips draws in annoyance, remembering the struggle.
āAbout time you woke up,ā I huff.
Staggering his way from the bed, he wanders close. āItās too early for you to be squawkin.āā
I will not acknowledge the goosebumps that drowsy baritone infests my skin with. āItās noon, you lazy cat. Not everyone can snooze through the entire morning like a kitten.ā
āAs long as my shit gets done, whatsit matter to you how I sleep?ā He plops down in the other chair, reaching for one of my finger sandwiches.
A quick hand swipes the bread back while I ignore his scowl. āIt matters because I prefer not to wake up to attempted murder.ā When a dark brow quirks confused, I point out, āYou fell asleep on the floor. So tell me, at what point did you decide you wanted to cuddle your new wife?ā
Rounded ears fold back, eyes widening.
āI thought I was going to die suffocating beneath your weight,ā I add.
āAlright, now yer beinā dramatic.ā
āAnd itās almost concerning just how deeply you sleep. I thought for sure you would wake up from all the struggling it took to escape you.ā My hand barely masks the devious grin. āMy, if an intruder were to come, youād sleep right through it. And I would be powerless to do anything trapped beneath you.ā
āIf you donāt like it, stay off my bed.ā Though he growls, thereās the slightest tint of embarrassment across his nose. But Leona has decided heās had enough, standing to stalk away, but not before snatching my last sandwich. In light of my little victory, I let the theft slide, smirking into my drink.
Hi ! I hope you're doing alright and that I'm not bothering. I'm pretty sure you don't remember it but I've sent you a message a few weeks ago saying that your Leona fanfiction inspired my last drawing ! Well I just finished it today and I thought that maybe you would like to see it ? I also made a version without my oc and a self-insert. Anyways don't feel forced to answer to this ! I just really wanted for you to see it! Anyways I wish you a wonderful day
Oh mah gah! This is beautiful! I love it! You got this from what I wrote?! Holy shit! You're amazing and I'm so completely honored to have helped inspire this!
And your OC is so pretty! I can't get over this! This has absolutely made my day! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I hope your day is also so wonderful!
Have you ever consider to write a story with twst x kh crossover or already done in the past??
Hmm, I've seen the idea float through the fandoms but haven't really considered it myself.
And I've toyed with the idea of what dorms my favorites would be in. Like I think Bragi would probably be Scarabia and Brain in Diasomnia, but I haven't put in a lot of thought to it.
So no, I haven't written anything myself and don't have any really exciting ideas that make me wanna do that any time soon.
Hiii! It's me again! I hope I'm not bothering you and that you are fine (also I didn't say it last time but english isn't my first language so please apologies any mistakes I might make) Anyways, if that's ok with you, may I ask to share with you some of my ideas/headcanons on twisted wonderland (prob mostly leona) from time to time ? I need to share them with someone and my friends aren't fans of TW sadly. ANYWAYS I'M DISGRESSING AGAIN SORRY, so here's what I wanted to say, I saw a video a few time ago of a lion sleeping with a human and the lion had a sleeping habit of always putting their paws on the human, because they were scared that they would go away, and I was like omg that's so cute, wouldn't Leona like, maybe do the same ? I wrote it down better here:
"When he falls asleep he always tries to touch {insert gender neutral reader} a little (but like, not in a weird way, just having his hand resting on their arm, or just maybe their hand ?? Could even be a leg on top of their for the case of romantic relationship) so that he knows when they're not around anymore ? I don't know I find it cute ! :')
Anyways, that's such a big comment I'm so sorry (I also sent you a pic of my cat, 'cause I saw it was cool sending pics of our pets and I love mine from the bottom of my heart, her name's Phifty !)
Oh yes! Hi! I remember you!
Firstly, this cat is adorable and gorgeous and you must pet her for me!
Second, sure, I don't mind hearing other people's theories. It's wild to see what other people think some time and honestly that's probably how half my insane ideas start.
I do agree the Leona, when he finds someone he REALLY loves, is an uber clingy kitty. He will use his whole body to wrap around his partner while he falls asleep and use his whole dead-weight if he has to. Moving an unconscious body is super difficult, but I imagine Leona is also not very light. He's a very neglected man, so when someone gives him the attention he needs, he has a habit of clinging as if his life depends on it.
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Hello! I recently read one-shots about Azul and I instantly became in love with the way you write š» I zoned out for a while and I forgot I was going to writeā š¦ Anyways, uh I'm using Google Translate because my English is -0 but hey, I wanted to ask you if you have open requests, headcanon where they discover their S/O (if possible male, I love BL- š») eating super spicy Korean seafood? Bonus points if they accidentally eat eel in front of the twins and octopus in front of Azul, S/O forgot!
Hiya! Thanks for making this request! It was fun to do, even though I only did the spicy food bit. I had some fun torturing these boys with food they may not normally have access to ^-^
Sorry, but I couldn't easily merge the spicy request with the octo/eel request, so I just stuck to the spicy one. Also, all my stuff is gender neutral because I want everyone to enjoy so my b.
Still! I commend your English! It was very good! And I'm glad you enjoyed my work. I hope you enjoy the silliness of the Octavinelle boys here and thank you for the request!
Premise: The prefect shares spicy food with the boys.
Words:
Azul: 292
Jade: 306
Floyd: 332
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Azul
The man simply sits and stares as his dear beloved flitters about the kitchen, expertly maneuvering between multiple dishes in progress. Itās quite impressive and heās honestly considering adding the prefect to the kitchen staff. However, whateverās being made heās never so much as heard ofāit must be from the other world. And heās willing to try whatever his beloved makes at least once.
Several plates find their way to the table before him, a proud glow on his partnerās face who sits across from him. Excited words spill from those pretty lips describing each dish, occasionally taking pleased bites of the offering.
As explanations are going on, Azul picks a piece that he thinks is a good starting point.
The regret is swift. A few bites in, the pain bursts across his tongue. Instinctively, the housewarden spits out the food in his mouth, reaching for the water, while his partner watches in shock.
A lot of panic and one glass of milk later, Azul asks if perhaps his partner made a mistake. Lo and behold, the prefect takes a bite, mulls over the flavor, and claims that it tastes just fine. Again, Azul stares, both dumbfounded and a little terrified. From that moment on, he asks he frequently asks that food be graded on a scale of one to ten in spiciness, then always adds at least five before daring to taste anything else.
āDear, isā¦is it meant to be this hot? Youāre joking. Itās meant to be like this?! N-No, it tastes fineāI mean what I can taste of it tastes fine. You eat like this all the time? How is this normal in your world? On a scale of one to ten, how spicy is this? Three?!ā
Jade
Happily, Jade sits at the counter, watching his wonderfully, talented darling make dinner. The prefect rambles on and on about food from home and being a little homesick. The vice housewarden is happy to indulge his darling if it makes them happy; besides, he can also use this moment to catch up on a bit of paperwork for Azul. And heād be lying to say he wasnāt a little bit curious about what kind of food the strange little human is used to eating.
Happily, his darling plates up two dishes and presents one before Jade. As the prefect is busy explaining the different foods laid upon his plate, Jade takes a stab at one of them.
At first, he enjoys the flavor. Yet as he begins to compliment his darling, the stinging begins to spread. Jade pauses in his words, assessing the pain setting in. Nevertheless, a grin spreads across his face, the heat starting to work its way under his skin.
The eel asks if itās supposed to be so spicy. Confused, the prefect takes a bite and declares that this is how it should be. Surprised, intrigued, and somewhat daunted, Jade excuses himself to the kitchen where he proceeds to drink straight from the milk carton in an attempt to soothe his burning tastebuds.
Now this doesnāt deter Jade from trying his darlingās food in the slightest. He will, however, ensure he comes prepared with something to combat the biteāthat is, unless heās serving it up to someone else.
āForgive me for asking, but is this dish meant to be this spicy? It is? Oh thatās fascinating. No, no, itās lovely. Admittedly, the spice is perhaps a bit too much for my palate but I insist you make more for me sometime. I want to experience the charm of your worldās cuisine.ā
Floyd
The eel lays across the counter, complaining about the wait as his little shrimpy bustles about the kitchen. At first, Floyd was all excited when the prefect expressed interesting in cooking some foods from home. Surely, itāll be something weird but heās all down for something new. And, he doesnāt have to do any of the cooking after cooking for the lounge all day. On the other hand, this is taking forever!
Finally, his other half sets a plate before him, beaming with pride. However, before any sort of words can be said to explain whatās on his plate, Floyd stabs into the food and jams a forkful into his mouth. He admits that itās good, even if it seems kind of weird. But just as he goes to take another bite, the bite gets to him first.
At first, Floyd rolls his tongue through his mouth, waiting for the heat to die down but it doesnāt. Huffing, the eel stands and heads for the kitchen, coming back with the milk and growling about the spicy food prank. But when the prefectās head tilts and reaches out to test the food, Floyd is actually surprised to learn that this is how itās meant to be. Even more, this shrimpy has no problems eating it.
Well now Floyd has to eat it. He does eventually grow accustom to the heat, enjoying the flavor the lies beneath it. It becomes his own little challenge to eat at least as much as his partner. It also becomes a game to get others to eat it. He finds it hilarious that everyone else has a weaker constitution that his little prefect.
āHaha, you got me. Very funny. What dāyou mean what do I mean? Thereās no way you eat food that spicy every day where youāre from. Wait, seriously? Yo, thatās crazy! And you just eat it? No problem? Hey! Get yer mitts off my plate! Iām eating that! No! Itās mine! I'm gonna eat it!ā
Hiiii ! I don't have anything to ask, I just wanted to tell you that I truly loved your Leona fanfictions.I discovered your account yesterday and already read 'em all!! I loved it so much that you inspired me with my last drawing tbh lol. Anyways I didn't know how to send a comment on ur posts (I'm new on Tumblr) so I hope it's not bothersome that I'm sending it here...ANYWAYS once again I LOVE your work and can't wait to read more!!!
Ohmahgah! Hi! Thank you so much for reading and welcome to Tumblr!
I'm glad you like the Leona stuff! He's absolutely got his claws in me and I love him shamelessly! So it always makes my day to get a comment or to hear that my work inspired someone else to be creative!
I'm on a bit of a wild hiatus at the moment, but I hope to come back to him soon! Always love the Big Kitty!
