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previously known as @143frogs, tokwa's sideblog for anything and everything!

[soycurds]

hey there!

i'm tokwa, a lesbian non-binary filipino that is suffering in college!

my main blog is @keyffrey in which where i reblog more about animes and mangas— this side blog of mine is where i talk about visual novels, interactive fic, animated and queer movies, and other blorbos that interests me in the moment!

[frostfiretail]

"Let Them Look."

Bethany Richardson × Sena Hovetz [ONESHOT]

☆ 562 word count — WLW, Opposites Attract, High School/College, Mean Girl × Soft Girl Dynamic.

It was past 8:00 PM, and the school was mostly a ghost town, save for the rhythm of a heavy, rhythmic bass echoing from the cheer team's boombox at one end of the campus, and the soft, rhythmic swish of a satin ribbon at the other.

​Sena caught her breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her pastel pink leotard. She caught the wooden stick of her ribbon perfectly, winding the fabric around her forearm with practiced grace. She loved the quiet of the late-night practices. No coaches, no judgment—just her and the flow of her own body.

​"You know, for someone who spends all day bending into pretzels, you'd think you'd have better posture when you're just standing there."

​Sena jumped, dropping her ribbon.

​Leaning against the double doors of the gym was Bethany Richardson. She was still in her full cheer uniform—pleated skirt, tight shell top, hair tied up in a high, aggressive ponytail with a bow that looked like a weapon. Her arms were crossed, a trademark smirk plastered across her face.

​"Bethany," Sena breathed, her heart doing a frantic little flip that had absolutely nothing to do with being startled. "What are you doing here? Don't the cheerleaders have the main stadium tonight?"

​"We did. But the girls were driving me insane, and I needed a break from being perfect," Bethany said, sauntering into the gym. The heavy thud of her white cheer sneakers contrasted sharply with Sena’s bare feet. She stopped just an inch too close, looking down at Sena with those sharp, calculating eyes. "Besides, I wanted to see what the ribbon girl does when nobody’s watching."

​Sena flushed, reaching down to retrieve her ribbon. "I’m a rhythmic gymnast, Bethany. It's not just 'ribbon'."

​"Whatever." Bethany reached out, her manicured fingers catching the edge of Sena's chin, tilting her face up. The sudden touch sent a bolt of static electricity straight down Sena's spine. "You're cute when you get defensive."

Sena’s breath hitched. Bethany was notorious for her sharp tongue and ice-queen persona on campus, but whenever they were alone, that icy demeanor melted into something dangerous, teasing, and entirely intoxicating.

​"Are you just here to mock me, or did you actually want something?" Sena whispered, her eyes darting down to Bethany’s glossy lips.

​"Maybe a little bit of both," Bethany murmured. Her smirk softened into something darker, more intense. She let her hand slide down from Sena's chin, her thumb tracing the sensitive skin of her neck, feeling the rapid flutter of Sena’s pulse. "You think you're so innocent, Sena. All soft smiles and pastel colors. But I see how you look at me during pep rallies."

​"I don't know what you're talking about," Sena lied, though her voice trembled.

​"Oh, really?" Bethany stepped even closer, trapping Sena between her own body and the equipment table behind them. The scent of Bethany’s expensive vanilla perfume enveloped her. "So you weren't watching me lead the halftime routine last Friday? You weren't staring when I did that layout?"

​Sena swallowed hard. She had been staring. Everyone stared at Bethany, but Sena looked at her because under all that mean-girl armor, she knew how fiercely passionate Bethany was.

​"You're a good flyer, Bethany," Sena managed to say, trying to maintain her composure.

​"I'm the best," Bethany corrected flatly, but her eyes darkened as she looked at Sena's lips. "But right now, I don't care about cheer."

​Bethany closed the remaining distance, burying her hands in Sena’s soft, loose hair and pulling her into a kiss.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. Bethany kissed the way she lived—demanding, dominant, and intense. Sena let out a soft gasp into the kiss, which was all the invitation Bethany needed to deepen it, her tongue sliding past Sena's lips, tasting of mint and sweet lip gloss.

​Sena’s hands found their way to Bethany’s waist, gripping the firm fabric of her cheer uniform. For someone so soft, Sena’s grip was strong—the product of years of core strength and athletic training. She pulled Bethany flush against her, groaning softly as Bethany’s hips pressed forward.

​"God, Sena," Bethany muttered against her mouth, breaking the kiss for just a fraction of a second to trail her lips down Sena's jawline to the crook of her neck. She nipped at the sensitive skin there, making Sena arch her back, a quiet, breathless sound escaping her lips.

​"Beth—someone might see," Sena whispered, even as her fingers tangled into the roots of Bethany's high ponytail, pulling her closer.

​"Let them look," Bethany growled softly, her hands sliding down Sena’s back, mapping the flawless, toned curves of her leotard. "Let them see exactly who you belong to."

​The mean-girl attitude was still there, but it was wrapped in a fierce, possessive heat that made Sena’s knees go weak. Bethany lifted Sena onto the edge of the equipment table, stepping between her thighs. The contrast was striking—the rigid, sharp lines of the cheerleader and the fluid, yielding grace of the gymnast, locking together like missing puzzle pieces.

​Bethany looked up, her blue eyes burning with a mixture of affection and raw desire. She reached up, gently wiping a smudge of her own lipstick from Sena’s flushed lips.

​"You're too good for this place," Bethany said, her voice dropping its sharp edge entirely, leaving behind a rare, genuine vulnerability. "You're too good for me."

​Sena smiled softly, her heart aching with a sudden rush of romance. She leaned down, cupping Bethany’s face in both of her hands. "I don't care about 'too good'. I just want you. Even when you're a brat."

​Bethany let out a short, breathy laugh, her cheeks tinting pink. "Shut up and kiss me again."

​And Sena did, pulling the fierce cheerleader back into a slow, deep, and utterly dizzying kiss, the rest of the world fading into the quiet rhythm of the empty gym.

END.

[bri-the-bi]

YOUNG ANISA MY LOVE—

sprite edit done by me :3 used her knight outfit because it was easier to erase the hair in the background—

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

I never drew Mhinlix properly. Missing them a lot as well.

[captain--miracle]

Art trade with @3v3rl4stingbr4in !! Crossover fanart with two lovely nerds <3

Last Legacy and Felix are everything for me, so to draw him with Mhin was a pleasure

[arcanaparadox]

If i look at this too long I start to cry guys I miss him it's so bad

[moonagecreations]

Spontaneous illustration of Felix Iskandar Escellun, a character from a visual novel named Last Legacy. This illustration takes place in a calm and simple place: after a good reading, Felix puts his jacket back. He’s going back to his necromancer life.

[marigold29sstuff]

I present to you.. the Starsworn study bros (Sage never attends the study sessions)

[koruneru]

I love the leggs

[heraxic]

pt II of fictif last legacy redesigns (notes below)

ELOWEN

— more suitable outfit for stealth and acrobatics

— more practical hairstyle (less chance of it getting in the way when in an updo)

— more tabaxi/catlike features + added a tail (probably should be less floofy but it was funner to draw this way)

LUCAN

— same overall design except for the tacky hair pins, unmatching eye color and the bow on his shoulder

— again, more catlike features

RIME

— i mean, come on. This is even more of a missed opportunity than Felix. This guy died violently, was dead for five years, was summoned back to life through a botched necromantic ritual, and acts as a vengeful ghost tormenting the main character out of jealousy. Why wouldn’t they make him look more interesting??

— along with making him look more like a deer, half his face is now skeletal with necrotic tissue encroaching on the ‘living’/innocent-looking part. Part of his hair is spectral and the fatal wound on his chest never healed so dark magic is all that’s keeping him glued together. His spirit/soul can be seen inside. He can probably hide his undead appearance for the most part with magic, but it’s cooler if the mask slips like this.

[heraxic]

sketch redesigns of LI’s from fictif: last legacy (individuals and notes below)

ANISA

I never really liked that Anisa looks like a magical girl rather than the strict but kindhearted soldier she’s written to be. It seems more like her to be practical in her choice of style to allow more movement when fighting (the sheer cloth on the arms looks like it’d get in the way).

For a clearer sense of the ambition and authority she carries the outfit is less casual and more proper/officious —vaguely resembling equestrian uniforms— plus the extra frills exaggerate her shoulders, pronouncing her strength and leadership.

One of the first things said about her is that she’s the secret love child of a tabaxi(?) woman ie Ayanna Anka and the Lord of Shadows; I think they should’ve made her stand out more appearance-wise with that kind of heritage. I had a more intense design in mind when coming up with ideas but I didn’t want to break the believability of her as a tightlaced soldier. I opted to darken the highlights in her hair; make her ears and facial features more cat-like and bestial; make the eyes purple to match her father’s color scheme; and make her tabby stripes more occult looking.

FELIX

I think they really missed the chance to make their spellcaster (a necromancer even)—who has canonically died before multiple times and can see spirits— more interesting.

I wanted to make him look more gaunt and wraithlike, slimming his face and draping him in a ragged dark cloak. I also wanted a higher visual contrast between his upper class background and his living situation (grief/melancholy/too focused on his work to take care of himself): the bottom layers of his outfit are very fine and clean with velvet red and gilded edges, while the top is weather beaten and hangs over him like a shadow.

Lastly, his facial markings are in the shape of a skull and he has a blaze of ghostly white in his hair.

SAGE

It might just be my love of monsters but I’m disappointed that Sage doesn’t look more like a wolf/beast man. As much as I thought to give him a snout along with the fur and digitigrade legs, I didn’t want to break the mold too much and I haven’t drawn enough furries to make it look natural.

One of the main things that bother me with his design is the jacket; it’s too simple and doesn’t exactly scream ‘sexy dangerous’ as his bio says. I added triangles to give him more shape and make him more broad and intimidating.

Also, his midsection with the belts and the random handkerchief confuses me, so I added plate armor to make him look more like a fighter.

More on armor, I removed the ones on his left arm to emphasise the width of his shoulders and made the armor/gauntlet on his right arm more realistic (it also fits his character that he only protects his fighting arm and not the rest of his body).

[natleeee]

[lavanderbuds]

Thought about which bouquets would they pick out (if they could as an option :p)

[slooshee]

more arcana stuff…

1- asra!!

2- Nadia and Portia!! (a little bit of nadia x Portia implied)

3- Julian and Muriel!!

4- close up of the drawing of Nadia playing the organ

5- Lucio.

6- Julian!

7- another fucking Valerius drawing I can’t stop drawing him 😓 (based on a rlly neat hc I saw where he plays the harp)

8- Volta!! (eating some kind of fruit or smth)

9- Valdemar as that fuck ass white rabbit meme (can you guys tell I like the courtiers 💔)

[aaliyah-draws]

The Arcana Game

I drew this around September or October last year as a print to sell at a convention with a friend of mine I feel sad it didn’t post it here as well

[velnna]

cosy vibes

[kokoanii]

Pretty little thing ✨️