leoruggie old man yaoi they are married forever and nothing can seperate them!!!
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leoruggie old man yaoi they are married forever and nothing can seperate them!!!
Happy Valentine's lads!!
no special art so have this doodle I drew on chrome canvas while being forced to sit through a 'senior meeting' that coulda been an email.
yeah remember when I said I'd never speak of Leoruggie on this acc again because anxiety? I lied.
Ruggie collecting tabloids with Leonas interviews after he graduates, he half does it to see Leona’s face, and half to snarkily respond to what Leona says in his head. He gets sad when he looks at them for too long so he shoves them under his bed… 🙂↕️ 😊
This collage of Ruggie Bucchi and Leona Kingscholar is part of my TWST ship collage series for Pride Month. I got the idea for this collage from them being members of the same club, it also doubles as a ship within the Savanaclaw dorm.
Vil: *sings*
Room: *passes out*
Falena: Damn that was instant. I can’t even do that yet.
Leona: I think I can.
Vil: You’re a psychic, not a siren, Leah.
Leona: Just watch. Ruggie! Can you come here please?
Ruggie: Hi Leona! What’s up?
Leona: *stares into Ruggie’s eyes*
Ruggie: *passes out*
Falena: Whoah! How did you do that?!
Vil: She’s your girlfriend, that doesn’t count!
Leona: She’s out isn’t he?
I'll stop shipping Leona/Ruggie when Leona stops looking at Ruggie like this
Leona: I warn you: I've been trained to kill since birth.
Ruggie: Wow! And how long have you been training to be a prat?
Leona: You can't address me like that.
Ruggie: Sorry, sorry. How long have you been training to be a prat, my Lord?