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@whatnameisnttaken
leoide as Orpheus and Eurydice
Leona trying to save Idia from the underworld, to break the shackle
but like any Orpheus he looks back, he can't help but look, not when the one he loves is so close once more
and so, once again Idia is bound to the underworld and Leona to the surface, to never see each other again
The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.
TAG GAME! Choose ONE piece of media that permanently rewired your brain.
My answer is The Catcher in The Rye
Tagging: @thetyrannytranny @asistanttothewallflower @sir-simpsalot @jdoeseverythingwrong @mutifandombitch @dragons-teardrops @niktokof @eflower8 @chatimcookedfr @unbrexl @unofficialaziraphale +open
1? 😨
Definitely the Lion Guard, I watched it when it came out on like, Disney now?? Lmao
Pulls out tag list from my notes pad
@realbakedtoast @shark-lover14 @fireflychaosdemon @klaus-is-king-hybrid @pokoa @shark-appreciator @voxisme
@hamilltonaddict @tampire @realgayofhyperdeath @aaliyah-and-her-ocs @that-crow-is-darkxwolf17 @justahazbinfan @glitterj2007eng @ihateeveyoneandeverything
I didn’t tag a few cuz ur already tagged. Open tags though (you can do ur own without being tagged)
ONLY one?
Then probably undertale
@inklied @a-lua-da and open
its diabolical to only choose ONE
Pulls notes
uhmm... Just to not being repetitive, i will say Alien Stage
@bloodless-scorpio-33 @oak-the-professor @thisisallcameronsfault @umbrie + open tags
the magnus archives...
tags! @forgetthefall @hi-just-existing @lostinthewrongfandom @a-missing-gender-case @thatdamhobbit +open!
D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths
@wellcome-to-chaos @mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026 @drax-the-vampire-king + open tags
I’m gonna say Ducktales 2017, it had a wlw ship I loved so much it made me confront my internalized homophobia
@14-opossums-in-a-trenchcoat @chio-chan2 @cctypical @comet-fire13 + open tags
My hero academia.
@s1mp-mhafan @foxxyharu @hoarsehorse +open tags
Since Mha is already said, I’ll say Harry Potter.
@themodernmontecristo @fridaydokifan @ihaveviolenturges
Oh man- I have to choose JUST ONE! This is going to be difficult. Thanks for the tag bestie!
Hm... I think I am going to go with.. The Count of Monte Cristo. This book means so much to me.
Here are my tags: @sketch-begginerr, @silverishgoldpen, @hamatos4ever, @lunarlover7871 +open tags.
-🌹themodernmontecristo
Just one?? Really??
Alright uh… I had to spin a wheel of my top three options to even choose but I’m going with Deltarune
Tags: @misteria247 @hayliethepurplepotato @eelofpureevil + open tags
Just one? Okay I’m going DEEP
Lego Elves
When I was little that was what kicked off my love for dragons and elemental magic systems. I used the dragons from the Lego sets to start telling stories for myself. Made a now abandoned story with world building with it when I was little.
I probably didn’t need to go into detail though….
Tags: @3cloverss @avoyuki-avocado @letskeepitlit @jemmasketch +open tags
ouh man one media I’ve been obsessed with.. probably amphibia since I watched it last year and then proceeded to watch it 7 times that same year it’s amazing and everyone should watch it
not gonna tag anyone so it’s free to everyone and anyone that wants to answer teehee
You didn't technically tag me but idc because I want to answer. ( ,,⩌⤙⩌,,)
Moriarty the Patriot.
I don't think I've ever reread and rewatched something this much (of what I had accessible to me.) It genuinely changed some of my perspective on some things and has taken over my entire life...
Tags- @cat-has-arrived @whatnameisnttaken @oya-oya-okay @lapincard @rip-macabre-ghost @marmarmars1009 @clubs-and-spadez +open tags/ anyone I didn't add (idk if some of you have already been tagged/ answered already)
Heyo thanks for the tag!
Ignoring TWST, I'd say EPIC the musical! The release of the Ithaca saga livestream was such a core memory for me and the music is genuinely so so so good
Though Hamilton/ Reverse 1999 is a close second in my heart too
Free tags :)
@robinandstarfirersocute
The touch. Part 3.
How the plot would be filled with tender good moments if it showed how Yu really deserves the trust of Grimm. How they take care of each other away from judging eyes. How they open up to each other and comfort each other in difficult moments. The author's grumbling. "two minutes would have been enough."
And Grimm would not have been so angry and would not have received so much hatred from the players for his lack of "character development"
"Life is Fair" & Twst Anime Season 2
(A bit ranty)
You know, I was thinking about it, and there's a possibility we WILL be saved from the dreaded "Life is Fair" line yet.
Here me out...the Savanclaw manga wrapped in January.
Considering season two is dropping in December, development, storyboarding, scriptwriting, and all of that would've been well underway long before then. That means the last few chapters of the manga probably aren't direct source material for the anime finale.
Now, I'm sure there's communication between the teams, but they're still separate groups, I imagine. It gives me hope that the anime will be even more of an improvement and won't feel obligated to include THE AWFUL Yuuka moment with the "Life is Fair" flip, or that fucking bizarre conversation at the end where she straight-up says this:
Which confuses me to no end because… what the hell does that have to do with anything? Any of the themes? WTF DOES "BEING FRIENDS" HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING AND HOW EXACTLY DOES IT MEAN LIFE IS FAIR BC YOU HAVE A DIVERSE FRIEND GROUP???
If they wanted to do a hard work narrative, like: no matter what your staus or creed is we can all keeping going in this harsh world! I'd understand that. But this feels like toxic positivity nonsense, especially piggybacking off that terrible "Life is Fair" flip.
The lesson Leona has to learn narratively has nothing to do with being friends with others, IMHO. (I mean he could use more friends ig but not the point) Leona already associates himself with a diverse group of people. In fact, he's one of the least discriminatory characters in the cast. He consistently judges people by their talents rather than their status or background. That's why he works with Ruggie.
It would've made so much more sense to double down on the message of, "Yes, life is UNFAIR… but we can't let it beat us."
Diadem is very clear about Savanaclaw being the underdog dorm. That's practically its entire message as a song.
Why would we have THIS powerful of messaging only for our MC to shout "Life is Fair!!" to someone who clearly is suffering.
Besides, Yuuka, by all accounts, is not an underdog. They were setting her up to be this scrappy hardworking character who goes one despite the odds, but...what odds? The only fight we saw was her winning a match, she's a champ who's used to winning. Leona never gets to win.
The only real pushback she ever receives is some disapproval from her parents. And by all accounts she should understand the misogynistic view her parents were pushing on her and it is in fact NOT FAIR. What gives her the right to preach to anyone about life being fair, let alone Leona? And especially someone like Ruggie, who's ACTUALLY had to scrape for everything he's ever had. Was life fair for him that he had to eat out the dump as a kid? Like???
Yuuka was a poor foil to Leona. A character who was more passionate perhaps, or someone like Ruggie would have made more sense.
Besides, Yuuka, by all accounts, is not an underdog. They were setting her up to be this scrappy hardworking character who goes one despite the odds, but...what odds? The only fight we saw was her winning a match, she's a champ who's used to winning. Leona never gets to win. The only real pushback she ever receives is some disapproval from her parents. And by all accounts she should understand the misogynistic view her parents were pushing on her and it is in fact NOT FAIR. What gives her the right to preach to anyone about life being fair, let alone Leona? And especially someone like Ruggie, who's ACTUALLY had to scrape for everything he's ever had.
Was life fair for him that he had to eat out the dump as a kid? Like???
Anyways, y'all know my stance on the manga's weird writing at this point. I'm still holding onto hope that the anime writers go back to Savanaclaw's original message of persevering and continuing to fight in this unfair world despite it being against you! THAT IS SOMETHING ACTUALLY INSPIRING. Instead of trying to replace it with some dumb ass "Life is fair if you work hard enough!!" moral.
It just....rubs me the wrong way. Bc it's nothing but a toxic mindset that shifts all the blame onto the individual while completely ignoring systemic discrimination and unequal opportunities.
Not everyone starts from the same line. Some people have to work twice as hard just to end up in the same place, and pretending otherwise just invalidates the struggles of people who have been fighting uphill their entire lives. Leona needed a reality check by someone struggling more than him perhaps. But, Yuuka was not the right messenger, NOR was the final message delivered in a way that makes sense.
I have no idea why they decided to make "this "Life is Fair" Yuuka's motto when it does such a disservice to her character too by making her seem like some like some one-dimensional "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps" girlboss.
ANyways, MY POINT IS WE HAVE CHANCE for them to fix Yuuka and Savanaclaw's subpar writing.
every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).
[tags via : @heavenly-havoc]
keep singing, dear prince
Leona Kingscholar: The Mane Event
I’m laughing at the fact that Leona has a voice line that teases about taking the hat off AND he actually takes his hat off during the vignettes (to get his hair done)… yet we don’t get to see it 😭 Those dastardly devs know what they’re doing…
Let them eat cake.
Eating with a king--even one as slovenly as this--is impossible. Leona radiates an unmatched aura, swagger in every stride, his lace jacket trailing behind him like a glorious cape. Even the fedora (an accessory dragged by Ignihyde and the internet) is worn with the same confidence as a crown, the rim of it shading his luminous green gaze and curled bangs.
The instant he enters the room, Leona commands attention and respect. A simple wave of the hand, and his needs are dutifully tended to. Dessert and silverware manifesting like magic, staff servile as they wish him a good meal and skitter away.
What a guy.
“… Speak.”
Leona’s order is smooth and languid, like tempered chocolate coating the tongue. You gasp and take the defensive, wielding your spoon like a sword to parry his blow.
“What makes you think I have something I want to day?”
“You’re staring,” he points out, jabbing his own spoon at you, "and you’ve been staring.”
“Would you kill me if I said it?”
"Just spit it out already. I’m not getting any younger here.”
“Well, it’s nothing major. I was thinking that your hair looks really good, especially after that fancy treatment you had done.”
It's true. Whatever they had done in that barbershop was nothing short of casting an enchantment. You'd witnessed how his tresses, matted from the heat, had transformed into voluminous, shiny umber waves--not that you could tell anymore, not when it was all pulled back.
You gesture to him. “But then why tie it up and cram it all under a hat? It seems like a waste to me. If you’ve got it, then you might as well flaunt it.”
"You're soundin' an awful lot like Vil," Leona snorts. “It’s hot out. If I let my hair down, sweat’ll collect and plaster it to my skin. It’s the worst feeling.”
“We’re in an air-conditioned pâtissière, Leona.”
He arches a brow and takes an indignant bite of his jelly. "And? What's your point?"
“It’d be completely fine to let your hair down now. Besides, didn't you once tell me that lion beastmen take pride in managing their manes?" you say with a huff. "You're the most prideful guy I know. I didn't think you'd be so shy about showing off."
"Hah! Is that supposed to be a compliment? Pride and shyness has got nothing to do with it."
His sharp laugh quickly dissipates, replaced by a solemness seeping into his expression. Lowering his head, he runs fingers along the brim of his hat. His face is unreadable from where you're sitting.
"Some things aren't destined to see the light of day," he murmurs. "They're forever trapped in the shadows."
Your chest tightens. You don't know the true meaning behind those words, but they fill you with an immense sadness all the same.
You can see it now.
There's a lion cub tucked behind a column, listening in on the advisors bathed in the sun. Hidden, but forced to bear witness to the truth. One throne, one king. The other, banished to the dark
You abruptly rise from your seat. The cutlery rattles, the jelly shakes. But Leona does not move.
"... You're brooding again. That's not allowed on your special day."
And then it happens in a flash. Your hands, reaching for his hat and snatching it clean off. The hairband, following soon after. His mane tumbles past his shoulders, free at last.
Exposed to the waiting day.
"There!" you declare triumphantly, ruffling his head. When you pull away, his hair sticks up. "Much better."
"You'd be dead meat if I wasn't so gracious," Leona glowers, smoothing his mane back down. (Translation: You're lucky I like you.) His fluffy ears twitch in irritation, and you have to actively hold yourself back from squealing.
"Alright, alright, Mr. Sunshine," you reply, fitting yourself with the stolen fedora and tipping it. “I thank you for your forgiveness.”
He sighs deeply, but makes no effort to argue. Another spoonful of jelly disappears behind his lips.
Happy birthday, Leona. Maybe you’re not fully comfortable with it yet, but… One day, you’ll be where the light touches.
omg your requests are open! I srsly love your work
For a bit of context, I get really bad nightmares, mainly about my friends. They’ve never done anything to make me get these, it just kinda happens, and usually all I need to do is talk to them about it and the fear feeling goes away.
Could I request Leona, Azul and Tweels x gn!Yuu where Yuu gets nightmares about them and goes to them for comfort? Mainly angst and hurt/comfort. Nightmares can be about anything, I just need the platonic cuddlessss
Where the Cold Can’t Reach
a/n: I'm crying my requests were only closed for two weeks, thank you for the long wait though and thanks for loving my work!! I’m sorry this was supposed to be posted 3 days ago but I wasn’t feeling like myself so I went back and re-edited this myself and posted it now
warnings: hurt/comfort(angst), platonic fic, reader is Yuu wc: 2k
Leona Kingscholar
The heavy wooden door of the Savanaclaw housewarden’s room yielded with a low, agonizing creak that felt loud enough to wake the entire dorm. You slipped inside, closing it soundlessly behind you, the icy aftershock of the nightmare still clinging to your chest like frost. In the dream, the dry, cracking sand of the valley had swallowed everything—the sun, the dorm, and Leona himself, crumbling into ash while you pulled at his sleeves, helpless.
The room smelled of leather, dry grass, and the faint, dusty heat that Leona seemed to radiate even in his sleep. He was sprawled across his oversized bed, one long leg tangled in the heavy furs, his tail twitching faintly against the mattress. You didn't mean to hover, but the moment your bare foot shifted on the floorboards, a dark, slit-pupiled eye cracked open in the shadow of his messy dark hair.
"The hell are you doing creeping around at this hour, herbivore?" His voice was a gravelly, low rumble, thick with sleep and laced with his usual irritation. He turned his head away, burying his nose back into the pillow. "If it has anything remotely to do with work, can’t it wait till morning?"
"Leona..." Your voice cracked, barely a whisper, but it made his tail freeze mid-swish.
He stayed still for a beat before slowly rolling onto his back, arm thrown over his forehead as he squinted through the gloom at you. He took in the way your shoulders were hitched up to your ears, the slight tremble in your hands, and the pale, wide-eyed look you were wearing. A heavy sigh rattled in his chest, blowing a loose lock of hair off his face. He didn't ask what happened; Leona hated useless lingering on bad feelings, his own or anyone else's. Instead, he simply swung his arm off his face and slapped the empty space on the mattress beside him, hard enough to stir the dust.
"You're drafty standing by the door," he grunted, closing his eyes again. "Get in or get out."
You didn't need to be told twice. You scrambled up onto the massive bed, sinking into the plush furs and curling up against his side. The sheer heat radiating off him was an instant anchor against the cold knot in your stomach. Leona let out a discontented click of his tongue at your stiff posture, but without opening his eyes, he reached out, grabbed the back of your collar, and pulled you bodily against his chest. His heavy arm flopped over your waist, pinning you securely in place like a weighted blanket.
"Quit shaking. You're making the bed vibrate," he muttered, his deep voice vibrating right through his ribs into yours. "Nothing's coming in here unless its some idot. Sleep." You buried your face against his shoulder, letting the rhythmic beat of his heart and the heavy, solid weight of his arm wash away the lingering shadows of the dream. Leona didn't say another word, but his tail curled casually over your ankles, dropping its lazy weight over you until your breathing finally matched his own steady, deep rhythm.
Azul Ashengrotto
The light beneath the door of the housewarden's private quarters was still shining, a thin golden strip cutting through the dim hallway of Octavinelle. You knocked softly, three hesitant taps, praying he wasn't in the middle of an urgent late-night tally of the Mostro Lounge's profits. The vision of him disappearing beneath black, murky waters, dragged down by heavy ink-stained chains while you reached frantically from the surface, was still burning behind your eyelids.
The door swung open to reveal Azul, perfectly dressed down to his waistcoats, though his necktie was slightly loosened and his glasses sat low on his nose. He blinked at you in genuine astonishment, a stack of ledger sheets held mid-turn in his hands.
"[Name]? Good heavens, do you have any idea what time—" He cut himself off as his sharp, observant eyes mapped the distress on your face. The rehearsed, polished smile he usually wore slipped away entirely, replaced by a slight, concerned knit of his brows. "Are you injured? Has someone caused trouble again?"
"No," you managed, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Just... a bad dream. I couldn't stay in Ramshackle."
Azul stared for a moment, visibly processing the unfamiliar request. He adjusted his glasses, looking thoroughly out of his element as he stepped back to let you enter. "A nightmare? I see. Well, I suppose I could brew some herbal tea—chamomile, perhaps? Or I could draft a small charm of—"
Before he could finish his analytical checklist, you walked right up to him and leaned your forehead against his chest, clutching at the soft fabric of his vest. Azul went instantly rigid, his hands flying up into the air as if holding invisible trays, his posture locking into absolute, flustered rigidity.
"[N-Name]! What is the meaning of—"
"Please, Azul. Just a minute," you murmured, your voice muffled against his clothes.
He stood frozen for a few long seconds, his mind clearly racing through a dozen social protocols and business strategies, before he let out a soft, resigned exhale. The tension drained from his shoulders. Carefully, almost clumsily, his hands lowered. He patted your upper back with a stiff, rhythmically awkward cadence, like a man trying to soothe a delicate piece of magical glass.
"Really, you are entirely too sentimental," he chided softly, though the sharpness was completely gone from his tone. He carefully steered you toward the plush velvet lounge sofa in the corner of his office, sitting down beside you and allowing you to curl right against his side. He pulled a plush throw blanket over your shoulders, arranging it with meticulous care.
Azul kept one arm carefully resting behind your shoulders, offering a firm, steady anchor while he held a document in his other hand, resuming his reading in a low, quiet hum. "If you must stay, you will listen to me review tomorrow's inventory list. The sound of standard economics is proven to induce drowsiness." His tone was strictly business, but the gentle, rhythmic stroke of his thumb against your shoulder as he read off numbers of coffee beans and syrup bottles was the warmest, most reassuring thing in the world.
Jade Leech
The Octavinelle dorm was dead silent at two in the morning, save for the faint, atmospheric murmur of the underwater glass walls. When you knocked on Jade's door, it opened almost instantly, as if he had been standing right behind it. Jade stood in the doorway, clad in his neat dark pajamas, his expression mild and polite, though his heterochromatic eyes immediately locked onto yours with terrifying keenness.
"My, my, [Name]. Walking the halls at such an hour?" His tone was soft, dripping with his usual courteous cadence, but as he took in your pale complexion and the tremor in your hands, his posture shifted. In your nightmare, Jade’s polite smile had twisted into something unrecognizably cold as he turned his back on you, walking into a abyss where you couldn't follow.
"Ah," Jade murmured softly, stepping aside and making a graceful gesture into his room. "A night terror, I presume? Come in. The tiles out there are far too cold for bare feet."
His room was meticulously organized, dim blue light filtering in from the aquarium glass. Jade guided you to a small daybed tucked into the corner, insisting you sit down while he poured a glass of ambient-temperature water from a glass carafe. He handed it to you, watching intently as you took a few small sips.
"Better?" he asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.
"Jade... can I just... stay here for a bit?" you asked, pulling your knees up to your chest. "I don't want to be alone right now."
A gentle, genuinely fond expression touched his features—not his sharp, scheming smile, but the quiet one he reserved for rare moments of true tranquility. "Of course. It would be my pleasure to assist you."
He shifted, leaning back against the headboard and lifting his arm in an silent invitation. You immediately moved closer, leaning your head against his chest and resting your arm across his waist. Jade pulled a thick quilt over the both of you, his long fingers gently smoothing down your messy hair with painstaking, delicate patience.
"There is nothing in the dark here that can harm you, [Name]," Jade whispered, his voice a low, soothing purr that vibrated softly against your cheek. "I assure you, if anything unpleasant dared to intrude upon your rest tonight, I would make very certain it regretted the attempt quite thoroughly."
The dark, subtle threat in his voice should have been alarming, but coming from Jade, it felt like an impenetrable fortress. You closed your eyes, listening to the slow, perfectly measured beat of his heart, completely safe in the shadow of his quiet vigil.
Floyd Leech
Floyd didn't answer his door when you knocked—he simply opened it by accident as he was wandering out into the hallway to grab a late-night snack. He loomed over you, towering in his oversized lounge shirt, his hair a chaotic nest.
"Eeeh? [Name]?" Floyd blinked down at you, his golden eye widening slightly as he leaned down until his face was just inches from yours, studying your expression like a curious child looking at a strange bug. "What're you doing? You look like a squished jellyfish. Why're your eyes all watery?"
"I had a nightmare, Floyd," you breathed, exhausted and overwhelmed. In the dream, Floyd had stretched out his long arms and pushed you away into the deep ocean, laughing as you sank.
Floyd’s face instantly dropped its lazy, dopey expression. A sudden, sharp dark look crossed his features—he hated seeing his favorite people looking miserable. "Haaah? A dream made you look like that? That's stupid."
Before you could apologize or turn around to leave, Floyd reached out with both long arms, wrapped them around your waist, and hoisted you completely off your feet. You gasped as he spun around, carried you into his room like a oversized sack of flour, and flopped backward onto his unmade, massive bed, bringing you down right on top of his chest.
"Woah—Floyd!"
"Shut up, I'm squishing you," Floyd grunted, wrapping his long legs around yours and lacing his arms tightly around your back, trapping you in a suffocatingly tight, octopus-like hug. He rested his heavy chin right on top of your head, swaying his upper body side to side on the mattress in a lazy, rhythmic motion. "If I squeeze you hard enough, the bad dream gets popped out like a bubble. Puuuush."
He squeezed slightly tighter, just enough to make you puff out a breath, but the sheer, ridiculous physically of it instantly shattered the lingering terror of the nightmare. It was impossible to feel frightened or isolated when you were being held in a literal human vice grip by someone who acted like a oversized, moody sea creature.
"Floyd, I can barely breathe," you wheezed, though you couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up in your throat.
"Good. That means it's working," Floyd chuckled, his mood instantly swinging back to bright and cheerful. He loosened his grip just a fraction, resting his hands heavily on your back, his steady breathing lifting you up and down. "Stay still, [Name]. You're warm, like a sunbathing turtle. We're sleeping now."
You let out a long, contented breath, burying your face in his shirt as Floyd continued his lazy, swaying rhythm, completely walling you off from the dark with his ridiculous, unshakeable presence.
a/n: hope you’ve found a way to deal with the nightmares you’re experiencing anon, nobody deserves to experience them.
Do not steal/copy my ideas/writings, inspiration is okay but please credit me for all that's good. DO NOT use my writings to train ai or put in anything that has anything to remotely do with ai ⓘcopyright, fic belongs to @velsettetine 2026 only on tumblr!
Leona's birthday 2025
a comic I drew last year. I was pretty proud of it :3. I wanted to draw something cute and show how loved Leona is 🧡🧡. I had no idea what his sleepwear was, so I tried something (only added the details to the trouser but I didn't have neither time or motivation to change his top) .
Posting this now cause for his birthday gonna post several stuff I worked all month :3.
(oh yeah, my mistake cause I made him call his sister in law "sister" cause I didn't know he was sarcastic when he called her that way in his birthday boy vignette...)
Happy birthday in advance to my sweet and grumpy prince 🧡🧡🧡!!!
Happy Birthday Leona 🧡🧡🧡
Let's have everyone wishing him happy birthday!!
It's now his birthday in Japan so....
Happy birthday to my sweet and dear lion 🧡🧡🧡🧡!!! I'm sorry I wasn't able to make something big this year, but gosh these drawings killed me... I will do a big birthday comic next year.
Leona is SO SO SOOOOO important to me, he's the one who gave me back my motivation to draw and helped me progress so much in the last 2 years 🧡🧡🧡🧡. I'm so happy I get to know the game and felt for him.
I wanna thank you also all for your love and support 🧡🧡🧡🧡! It truly means a lot and gives me even more motivation! I got tons of comics with him coming ~~
Happy birthday to the grumpiest prince and the biggest fake idgaf out there. I love you so much and you're so important to me 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡!
we take stuffed animals very seriously in this house
You can do better Leonа.
You know what?
Leona's new outfit is completely out of my taste.
And what did I do? Right. Redraw it.~
It's July! One of the hottest months. And they dressed him in as many layers as a nun.
I'm sorry, I did everything in a hurry, and I have a terrible headache. What other artist outfits did you like for Leona?
Slice of life version of twst anime when
realized I forgot to make a meme dump last week. why did none of you yell at me
hedgehogs
