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I like how quickly u can draw Void bro HWBSKWHSJ SUCH A SIMPLE YET COOL DESIGN CHOICE I LOVE IT

Nobody asked for this but guess what I'M NOBODY HERE'S BOB

[aivy-saur]

Nobody asked for this but guess what I'M NOBODY HERE'S BOB

[aivy-saur]

in your light, i rest

leona kingscholar x reader! reader

every afternoon, you read beside leona in the botanical garden- your peace, your escape, and maybe something more.

the campus of night raven college was rowdy, as always. during after class club activity time, the rowdiness seemed to double.

laughter and loud voices spilled through the air, sharp whistles cutting through the chatter of students swarming the courtyard. cleats scraped against pavement from the direction of the field, and the clatter of potion bottles echoed from a window flung open in the science wing. a hum of energy buzzed through the edges of your skull, making it impossible for you to think.

you clutched your book to your side and quietly slipped away from the noise.

reading had always been your escape. a soft, quiet world that you could hold in your hands, one page at a time. in a school where magic surged and tempers flared like firecrackers- where you were relied upon to take care of overblots that could swallow weeks of calm in a single breath- there was something sacred about the stillness found between printed worlds. no danger. just stories that waited for you, always there.

your steps carried you to the familiar path that curved toward the botanical garden, already feeling your shoulders loosen at the scent of the sun-warmed earth and the gentle rustle of leaves ahead. you knew who you’d find there, sprawled in a patch of dappled light like he was born to belong in it.

and just like always, where he was, your peace waited.

the glass walls of the botanical garden curved above you like a cathedral of green and gold. sunlight filtered in through the high windows, casting lazy beams over the jungle of vines and flowers and plants. it was warm in the way only enclosed gardens could be- humid and slow, like the world had decided to stop spinning for just a while.

and there, exactly where he always was, laid leona kingscholar.

sprawled across a sunlit patch of grass with his arms behind his head and one leg bent, he looked more like a lion in the savanna than a student. his tail flicked lazily against the ground, his eyes closed but brows relaxed in that rare, unbothered way he only wore here. you didn’t have to say anything as you stepped inside. you didn’t have to.

“took you long enough,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching with the barest hint of a smirk. his eyes stayed shut. “could hear your footsteps halfway down the path. all stomp and no stealth, as usual, herbivore.”

you rolled your eyes fondly and walked past his shaft of sunlight to sit right beside him in the nearby shadow- close, but not quite in the same warmth he claimed. the grass was cool beneath you, the shade a welcome relief on your skin. you always preferred to read in the shadows. the light was too harsh on your pages, too eager to expose what you wanted to disappear into.

“maybe i wouldn’t stomp if the campus wasn’t full of students yelling about spell duels,” you replied, cracking open your book. “some of us are trying to hold onto the last threads of sanity around here.”

leona huffed, amused. “you picked the wrong school for sanity.”

“tell me about it,” you murmured, your voice already falling into that soft, distant cadence you used when reading. “but at least this place still has you.”

his tail flicked again, slower this time.

“damn right it does.”

your conversation tapered off, fading into the hush that always settled over the garden when you were together. the only sounds that remained were the low hum of insects nestled in the leaves, the rustle of branches swaying gently above, and the slow, rhythmic turning of pages as you disappeared into your book.

you always did that- slipping away into other worlds with such ease. your brow would furrow at tense moments, lashes fluttering as if you were blinking back tears, and then your lips would part in a small and amused smile at whatever line the author had crafted. leona watched it all from under half lidded eyes, pupils blown wider than they should have been. the sunlight brushed against his skin like a blanket while the shadows curled softly around you.

his predator-like gaze trailed up the slope of your cheek, the curve of your brow, the way your fingers tightened slightly when something in the story gripped your heart. you were still. but never unmoving. always changing with the story, alive in a quiet, almost sacred way.

if he was the sun in this little routine for you both- stretching out in warmth and demanding the world bend around his comfort- then you were the moon. cool, quiet, steady. you didn’t orbit around him, though. no, he found himself drifting closer to you, again and again.

drawn in by something softer than gravity and twice as stubborn.

you didn’t even notice him staring until his voice cut gently through the air.

“you make the weirdest faces when you read.”

you blinked, lifting your gaze from the page. “excuse me?”

“not bad weird,” he said, tail swishing once behind him. “just… expressive. like you’re living it.”

you smiled, a little embarrassed but not annoyed. “maybe i am.”

“tch.” he let his emerald eyes fall shut again, arms folding behind his head. “figures a herbivore like you would get emotionally invested in a piece of fiction.”

“and yet you never seem to mind watching me do it.”

he didn’t reply right away, but his smirk deepened just a little.

“cause it’s peaceful,” he said low and quiet. “you’re peaceful.”

his voice came out much more soft, much more sweeter than he had intended.

your eyes flicked toward him, cheeks tinting with a quiet warmth you couldn’t hide. no one had really called you that before- not in a world with so much out of your control, not in a school where magic unraveled at the seams and monsters could be classmates in disguise.

you looked at him for a second longer, heart nudging at your ribs, before lowering your gaze and returning back to your pages. that was the thing with leona. he could make your heart skip with the simplest truth- and then let you go on like he hadn’t said a thing.

a few minutes passed, and then without a word, he shifted.

your breath caught slightly as his head slide from the grass to your lap, his ear brushing against your thigh and one hand curling near his chest. he didn’t ask, didn’t need to. he just knew you’d let him. you didn’t say a word, only adjusted yourself slightly, angling your book so the shade still covered your page.

the lion let out a slow exhale, the kind that meant sleep was claiming him fast.

and before long, you were alone in the garden, except for the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, and the feeling of sunlight giving way to dusk.

when leona stirred next, the world was different.

cooler. quieter. the golden haze of the afternoon had slipped into silvery twilight, and above the glass dome shimmered with moonlight. most of the plants had curled into themselves for the night, and a soft blue glow hung in the air like a dream that hadn’t yet faded.

leona blinked slowly, head still heavy in your lap- and then realized you hadn’t moved.

you were asleep too, breath soft and even, lips slightly parted. your book lay beside you, still open to the last page you’d been reading. carefully, leona lifted his head and peered down at it, more out of idle curiosity than anything else.

it was some romance. he could tell by the way the paragraphs dragged on about heartbeats and trembling fingers and stars caught in someone’s eyes. his eyes narrowed slightly as he skimmed a line.

-his mouth found hers, like the moment had been waiting for them to arrive. soft. sure. inevitable.

he stared at the words, then at your sleeping face. the slope of your nose, the softness of your lashes. the way your lips, even in sleep, seemed to beckon.

predator instincts, they always called it. the lion beneath the man. the part of him that hunted without needing to chase.

but this wasn’t hunger.

this was gravity. this was the quiet pull that he had been feeling towards you since you arrived in this cruel and twisted world- the way you always brought a calm he didn’t know he needed until you gave it.

slowly, silently, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

barely there. a brush of warmth. a secret he let the moon keep.

“even in your sleep,” he murmured, pulling back, voice low, “you make it hard not to fall for you.”

his tail swayed once behind him, slow and content. and then he settled beside you again, resting one arm over your legs as if guarding his claim, and let the night carry you both deeper into dreams.

[aivy-saur]

spelldrive + layouts

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@Thunderbolts enjoyers what if I drew Bob

I'm weak for the found family trope and it shows. *sTARES INTENSELY AT THUNDERBOLTS* LIKE I WANNA REWATCH IT AGAIN BECAUSE I DAMN WELL DO*

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HIIII TY FOR THE TAG HEHE <33

Favorite color: PURRRRRPLE (but really I'm into all the colors in the cool palette if anything-)

Last song: Caramel - Sleep Token

Currently reading: nothing atm-

Currently watching: nnnnothing either though I did watch Thunderbolts* earlier today :DD

Currently craving: milk tea and freedom from college work 🧍‍♀️

Coffee or tea: KAPEEEEEE RAAAAA-

★ Tagginggg ;; @aprityormarj @souriru @nemisisnemi @fungifanart @beneaththemasks @artistnettles

get to know your moots tag game ! ✶ answer the questions, then tag six people

favorite color ꕀ green and brown last song ꕀ tú by maye currently reading ꕀ the luminaries by susan dennard currently watching ꕀ the great british baking show currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P coffee or tea ꕀ always tea! i don't like coffee

ty for the tag @saltcxrcle ! tagging: @lelapine @toadspondofwhimsy @outof-spite @h0neyst4rz @hhoneylemon @our-lady-of-venom

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I'm weak for the found family trope and it shows. *sTARES INTENSELY AT THUNDERBOLTS* LIKE I WANNA REWATCH IT AGAIN BECAUSE I DAMN WELL DO*

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This got buried in my notifs omg JQNDBLQNDKW THANKS FOR THE TAG THO 😭🫶

Last song: Enemy (Arcane opening version)

Fav color: PURRRRRRPOL 💜💜💜

Last book: dawg the only book I have onhand is the Savanaclaw Novel HQBFKWVDKS 😭😭😭

Last movie: Sinners

Last show: Agatha All Along

Sweet, spicy or savory: Sweeeeet

Last thing I googled: Ifugao eagle sculpture (had to draw smth for school HQNDKWBD)

Looking forward: to the Thunderbolts* movie which I'm about to watch in a few hours with friends HWJDBWJS YES I'M GETTING READY WHILE I DO THIS

Taggingggg ;; you. 🫵 (idk who to tag do it if u want)

Tagged by @luxferens & @lovelyllamasblog 😆🫶

Last song: This one is biased for me. I’ve been listening Epic since DECEMBER. Which was the last one then… Ah! Little Wolf x)

Favorite color: Peacock blue

Last book: Audiobooks count? cause I don’t have the time otherwise…  Les Misérables then.

Last movie: On theater? Then probably Sonic 3

Last show: Severance season 2

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: Definitely sweet… Sadly an addict.

Last thing I google: Alzara 3rd vison. Yes, I’m playing Blue Prince lol I needed to show it to my roommate ‘cause we’re playing together.

Looking forward: News from the data recovery center ;;

Tagging: @poly-hebdo @pinkbeeps @mellosdrawings @saph-y @r-aindr0p or anyone who wants to give a try! ✨

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I forget to respond to tags sometimes omfg LEMME GET TO SOME OF THEM REAL QUICK HWJSBQKSBNA

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Hi omg I just found your blog ahfbxbd

Could you do smthn (a little drabble or hcs🤷‍♀️) of Leona when his (pref. Fem) s/o is on their period? Since he respects women so much and likely chugs Respect Women Juice (was that cringy?😭 mb)

Could do savanaclaw in general if you wanted but thats up to you and stuff<3 whatever works best for you

Sorry my brains working overtime lmao

Anywho please take care of yourself and drink water and eat something!!<3<3

wah tysm for the nice words! i’m happy you’ve been enjoying my blog!! <3 i haven’t done scenarios/drabbles in a long time so i thought well why not…

also tbh. even if it’s an old meme it’s never cringy for me. every man shoul chug respect women juice like he does.

ೀ pairing: leona kingscholar x f!reader

ೀ word count: 1,396

“…So yeah, it should be better by tomorrow, I think.” You say, letting out a sigh as you press the pillow to your stomach, but not too hard— Leona’s eyes just remain on you for the whole thing, like he’s committing every detail to memory. “It’s always worse on specific days.”

“Looks like it.” Finally showing any sort of reaction, Leona frowns slightly. “And you’re planning on just going to class anyway?”

“Well, I can’t miss an entire week every month, can I?” You huff out a quiet laugh, but he doesn’t seem to really share the sentiment. An alarmed feeling flashes on his eyes, slightly widening, and your laughter increases by the tiniest bit. “Oh my god, Leona, I’m fine. You’re looking at me like I told you I got stabbed.”

“You were *talking* like you got stabbed a few minutes ago.” He points out, glancing behind him towards the kitchen door. There’s the whistle of the kettle, finally— “I’ll get that.” He mutters before you can finish using up the small bits of strength you’d been conserving to get up.

“Do you even know how to fill a hot water bottle?” Naturally, you ask him. Leona’s ears go flat against the top of his head as he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, Herbivore. I wasn’t raised in a barn.” He snarks at you. You raise your eyebrow, unconvinced, and he huffs. “You know I have cousins, right?”

“And you were the one filling those up for them?” You reply with another question, and he clicks his tongue, just making his way to the kitchen without a word.

His footsteps feel almost noisy, contrasting with the silence that the entire dorm building is submerged into. Grim was somewhere in there, in his bedroom, but you’d already told him to keep it down when you had a headache earlier.

He tried to be sassy at first, but quickly changed his tune— There are maybe certain traits of guys that transcend species, you think.

”Ow, fuck—“ You hear Leona’s hushed swear from the kitchen, and it gets a small laugh from you.

“Careful!” You call after him, the hint of the smile staying on your face. He doesn’t respond to it, but you can kind of imagine the look on his face.

…It’s a few more moments of aimlessly staring off into space until he’s coming back. The hot water bottle makes its characteristic sloshing noises with every step of his.

Right now, that basically sounds like the first notes of Heaven’s choir as the gates open for you. He holds the bottle by its neck with one hand, like he’s afraid of the heat radiating from it.

“You can just hand it over.” You tell him, and just now you notice he’s setting down a glass of water on the coffee table in the meantime.

“Aren’t you supposed to cover that up with something?” He asks, and you blink, confused for a second. “The bottle, Herbivore. This thing’s hot.”

“Oh, it can go on top of the blanket.”

“You sure that’s enough?”

“Yup. Just hand it over.”

He hesitates a little, but the bottle is with you soon enough. You exhale, sighing in relief as you feel the warmth against your body, slowly seeping through the rubber and getting its hands into the tightly wound painful spots on your abdomen.

Leona watches closely. You can see his eyes moving in small steps, following what little movement you make. He sits on the couch, right where your feet would be if you hadn’t curled up on yourself like that.

“Do you believe I know how to make those things yet?” A bit to your surprise, he’s the one to break the silence, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his lip. You hum thoughtfully, hand resting on top of the hot water bottle like you’re grading it.

“Hm. Yeah, it’s not bad.” You shrug, shifting to get more comfortable. A surge of pain spikes through from the movement, making you wince, but the reward that comes later is enough. “Did you actually make them for your cousins?”

You ask the question absentmindedly as you pick up your phone, not planning to do anything in particular. He pauses. The silence tells you enough.

“…That’s what I thought.” You say with a smirk, mostly to yourself, and he makes an annoyed grunt.

“Oh, give me some credit. You said I did fine.” He complains, and your smile widens a little. “Is there anything else you need, or do I just get to be your footrest now?”

“Footrest is okay.” You snicker, looking up from the screen to see a spark of amusement on his face. Finally, you think, he was really looking so serious before. It’s almost funny to compare. “You’re gonna stay? I thought you had practice later.”

“I have practice whenever I feel like having practice.” Of course you do, you think as he shrugs. “We don’t have anything coming up anyway. I got more important things to do now.”

“Like being a footrest for your girlfriend.” You poke fun at him a little. The reaction you get is smaller than you expect.

“Yes, Herbivore. I’m booked for the whole afternoon.” He replies without missing a beat. You’re still kind of curled up, even though you’re laying more on your back now, but just to make the point, you let your legs shift a little, poking at his thigh. “I’m guessing those pain meds kicked in.”

“Oh, yeah. Thankfully.” You say, looking back at the screen, and Leona hums.

“…Do they actually take all of the pain away?”

“Not always, but it’s working pretty well now.”

At that, he frowns again. “And you’re saying you’ll just take those and go to class tomorrow.”

“…Yeah?”

Silence. Leona just kind of stares. You can kind of see the gears turning behind his eyes. It’s established this was his first time filling a hot water bottle, yeah, but you kind of wonder if it’s his first time helping someone with… anything period-related at all.

“Skipping is an option, you know.”

“Ugh, don’t tempt me. My attendance’s gonna go to hell.”

“You know I can just get that sorted out for you, right…” He replies in kind of a murmur.

…You said it like a joke, but he didn’t return that part of the gesture at all.

“What?” He asks, and you notice it’s been a few seconds since you started actually considering the pros and cons of skipping tomorrow’s classes.

It’s a little funny, how flustered he suddenly looks. And he only gives you that look *right now,* when you’re giving him that oh, I’m surprised you can be that nice look.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He mumbles, averting his eyes. “Just take the day off. No way you’re getting anything done if you feel like you’re getting ‘punched in the stomach’ for the whole day.”

…You’d used those exact words to describe your situation a few minutes ago, it reminds you. And he definitely wasn’t wrong, but…

“What about my notes, though…?” You protest, but your soul can’t be quite in it. It’s right at this moment that you feel your guts twist again, even through the muffling of the water bottle and the pills…

“I’ll pay Ashengrotto off to get you copies or something. Are you convinced enough now?” He responds without missing a beat. Your eyes widen a little at how eager it sounds. “C’mon, Herbivore. I know you’re stubborn, but it can’t be that bad of a deal.”

“Well, what if I’m also in pain the day after tomorrow? Would you pay for that too?” …You’re kind of just pushing back for the sake of it. It’s just how you talk to each other. You get a feeling Leona can sense that, especially when he gives you a smile

“I’ll make it a damn monthly subscription service if it means you’ll stay put when you’re in pain.” Again, he doesn’t miss a single beat.

You’re tempted to push back, but well…

It definitely sounded like a good idea, right now— And when you do agree to it, Leona gives you this grateful smile, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it on his face before.

And you smile back, getting the feeling this week definitely wouldn’t be as miserable as you expected it to,

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I wanna make actual Leolune sock puppets now............

This was inspired by the doodle request I asked from my bestie (@/nemiwont) on IG teehee 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

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"Your hands are so cute in my hands," murmurs Leona in a low voice as his thumb slowly brush the knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing them.

The ray of the sun setting down welcomes itself from the open balcony to the dorm room, where the two of you were cuddling; bathing in a golden glow. You were curled beside Leona in bed, bodies facing each other, his non occupied arm is loosely wrap around your waist like a pillow.

"Do you like them?"

"They do wonders...how could i not?"

His words made you giggle, that is just Leona's appreciation towards his sweet partner and he's good enough to make you melt with the focus of his emerald eyes on you, nuzzling close enough for his forehead rests against yours.

"You're annoying..." using your free hand, you playfully decided to poke his cheek and he just let you be, laughing while his tail wander over your lower body.

"Hm~? Really? Isn't it why you love me though?"

© 2025 reneissence

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Loser lover boy leona who's such a hopeless romantic. Seeing healthy loving couples growing up and wanting that for himself making so many plans. But after years of never being first choice he buried them deep down giving up on the idea of him having romance.

But oh now, now that someone finally chose him first someone wanted him for the first time he's flustered he's clumsy. All those plans he gave up on he can finally use but its not perfect because he never expected it he didnt think hed use these plans so he messes up a bit. But he knows they will just laugh and appreciate it. Hes loving and passionate because for once hes first.

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Posting my old bangers in a school creative showcase let's see if it gets picked HQJDHWJSHSH

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🦁AMAZING BOOK 7 LEONA ART BY @puowei 👑

idk ab yall but the moment i am able to, i will be sliding back into puo's dms to commission more art... soooo

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chat i like puo art a normal amount mhm yea totally

also-

me omw to give leona another ring on that finger (its a ring pop)

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Me is such a loser kay Prof Byte. 😔😔😔 got crazy making headcanon scenarios for him like how he's such a sassy and workaholic political scientist who doesn't even have a time for himself lololololol.

Please just slap me to snap me out. (╥﹏╥)

Nuh uh ur not snapping out of this keep cooking *slaps u with a prof. Byte plushie*