#support: leon

[amenomakakoyumi]

One time I went to feed a dog a plate of meat and called him a puppy but then he transformed into a huge, brawny, handsome, strong silent type man and just kept eating the meat without saying a word to me. Did we hit it off well or...? If not, how can I prevent this from happening again?

What.

“That honestly just sounds like you had the weirdest dream in existence, I suggest trying to go to bed at a decent time and not have caffeine before you go to bed. If you have the dream again, I’d just stick to being friends. It’s one thing when it’s a kitsune and you can tell it’s a kitsune when they transform, but a dog transforming into a human is just weird. Unless you’re into that, in which case, then just feed him more meat, I… guess…?”

[daintygentilhomme]

Valkyries Don’t Always Wear Dresses (Leon & Forrest)

Though Forrest had managed a mission required of him and the other Golden Deer previously, he found himself wanting to do a little more for his fellow Deer. The problem was, again, trying to build up the confidence to actually go out and partake on these missions. Leaving the academy and potentially not have the skill necessary for a mission... One mission did spell out the requirements quite plainly; experience with bows to help the pegasus riders deal with the projectiles.

Forrest remembered picking up a bow and gently plucking the string, wondering how to tell for sure a bow could really work well. He knew bows were regulated to the outlaws of Nohr to which he was not quite adept at being, but it wouldn't hurt to at least try one out, right? His small practice session was how he ended up getting pulled into the mission by Leon. Normally, Forrest would have confessed right then and there that he had no experience, but he clammed up almost immediately. The truth was, Leon was... beautiful.

Every time Forrest thought of Leon, his heart seemed to run a lap around the entire monastery. He had always considered himself somewhat of an oddity among men; someone who cherished femininity above all others. Knowing there was another man out there, one not afraid to show his beauty was... almost exhilarating in a way. How could Forrest even hope to let him down?

Forrest was almost unusually silent throughout the trip to the Valkyries, not once did he even bring up their appearances. It wasn't until the two showed up and were asked to wait while the Valkyries got ready that Forrest spoke up.

"L-Leon, I... I've been dishonest with you," Forrest sighed, looking positively embarrassed with himself. "The truth is, I... I don't know how to use a bow. I was just experimenting with one when you found me and I... I couldn't bring myself to say no to you. I'm truly sorry," Forrest said as he attempted to not look like such a fool. "I don't suppose you can teach me a thing or two...? I've never been opposed to learning, the less blood on my clothes the better..."

@thefetchingfletcher

[liberazofia-blog]

test of courage

@thefetchingfletcher

“You there, young man. I have a favor to ask of you.”

It was a simple task that could have been easily handled by his superior, but the nervous look upon his face told Lukas that he was just about as useful as a wet towel when it came to the matters of the unknown. He could practically hear his superior’s metal armor shaking as he described to him the mysterious happenings within the monastery. 

Lukas had heard it all before: tales of misfortune within the Academy dormitories, sightings of ghosts haunting the chapels and other things that go bump in the night. He had never been one for believing in superstitions, yet he rarely voiced his doubts about them either. It didn’t bother him so much when the knight requested him to scope out the area behind the sauna for any unusual activity. After sundown, when the dining hall was at max capacity and Lukas had his fill of dinner, he agreed to investigate the area, if only to alleviate the knight’s fears.

All was still in his surroundings, not a single soul in sight and not a moving shadow among him. The faint ringing of church bells travelled with a warm breeze throughout the monastery from the highest point of the cathedral. It served as a peaceful backdrop and allowed Lukas the opportunity to let his mind to slip away until the gentle tap on his shoulder snapped him back to reality. Turning his head around, he found a familiar face staring right back at him.

“Ah, it’s just you, Leon…” He acknowledged the fellow Valentian, releasing the faintest sigh of relief. “What are you doing here this late?”

[quixoticnexus]

@battletowered​

The gnashing of teeth, the ripping of fur, the taste of blood. Those were really the only fleeting moments Xavier could remember from his violent ejection from his small tribe. Deep, jagged gashes ripped from his chest to his hips and wrapped around his arms. Of course, twelve to one wasn’t exactly the fairest of fights, but at least he managed to get in a few good strikes, himself. The elder likely wouldn’t be able to see out of that eye again, with any luck.

But it’d come at a dire price. He’d picked a comfortable spot under a tree overlooking a cliff in the vast expanse known as the Wild Area of Galar. There, he’d likely succumb to his wounds and bleed to death. He could already feel his mind slipping in and out of a haze of unconsciousness. At least the view was good from here.

But his ear flicked, alerting him to the approach of someone. Or something. Bleary, amber eyes turned to see who it was. Perhaps one of his ex-tribe mates, come to help him... Or perhaps to finish him off. He didn’t much care which, at this point.

[quixoticnexus]

❝ i’m all about hope, change, and zestiness. ❞ to, uhhhhh, let's go tobias

Monster Factory Starters That I Reblogged Weeks Ago

“I... Is that your new catchphrase, Mr. Leon? Uh... Heh. I think I like ‘Let’s have a Champion Time’ better, but just about anything’s cool when you say it!”

[hungrymage]

baked.

starer for: @thefetchingfletcher

Sugar still clings to the walls of the monastery. The cloyingly sweet scent of fallen fruit is now all that remains of the legendary Second Pie War. Catching a faint whiff of blueberry on her way to class is enough to make her mouth water. Ilyana sighs dreamily. Mmmmm, devouring plate after plate of fruit pies sounded so much more appealing than listening to the professor drone on about axe techniques. What need of learning proper axe holding drills did a mage have? You can’t cook things with an axe! A quick little fire spell here and tada! slightly roasted fish in an instant. Or apples…cooked inside a crispy brown crust…with a dusting of cinnamon…

Ilyana presses an arm into her stomach to prevent disrupting the class. Tiger roar-level tummy growling won’t get her out of lessons. Disappointed, she opens up her snack pouch, pulling out an orange. The peel curls into an unbroken spiral underneath her careful movements. A couple nearby classmates shoot her curious glances; she ignores them in favor of munching happily away. Oooo, an orange pie! With chocolate! Or, or, what about vanilla custard? Custard pie…

Chatter explodes among the students. Huh? Half an orange slice sticking between her teeth, Ilyana returns from her daydreams. Is class over already? Well, food is more important than non-magic related combat. She chomps down on the last half of her orange while gathering up her belongings. Plucking the orange peel off her desk, she gently rests it on top of a bush. The birds will appreciate the small gift. (More than she will. Fruit peels do not taste delicious).

Given that she wasted half of her class time day-dreaming about pies, it’s no surprise she finds herself heading in the direction of the kitchens.

Cooks bent over boiling pots spared her a friendly wave. Ilyana waves back. No need to steal when she’s on good terms with the staff. Remembering everyone’s names is a lost cause, but she at least knows their faces.

“What are you bak—oh.” Ilyana stops abruptly at the purple haired boy puttering busily away with the flour. She’s positive she doesn’t recognize him. “Um…is it a pie?”

[sweettoothforhire]

» fellowship of the pie

starter for: @thefetchingfletcher

Gaius couldn’t decide between making another apple pie or go with a cherry pie... so he gives up and just goes for both. That still worked, right? Right! He goes right into baking, even though it caused some shifty eyes sent his way once the staff saw he was baking a pie. They should have known by now he normally mad these anyway, but since the pie madness was still fresh in people’s minds, it was inevitable a few thought he was just making ‘ammunition’. 

He’s had enough of throwing food, however. This time, he bakes to eat. And strangely, to share. 

One of the students he encountered during the piemageddon worried him, still. Memories of that atrocious pie lingered his head-- he shouldn’t even call it pie at this point. It was a fake. An impostor. It can never be actual pie. And yet for some reason, that young man thought it to be so. Who knows how long he had to suffer eating that monstrosity...

Gaius plans to resolve that-- he tried to during the piemageddon, but his glorious apple pie was wasted and got knocked down the floor. This time around, he won’t throw it or smash it on his face. He’ll just outright give it.

“Pssst. Gravy. Spare me a second, will ya?” Gaius whistles loud to get his attention and shouts right after. If he does look back and spot him, he’s seen carrying what looks to be freshly made pie.