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I SQUEALEDDDDDDDD 😩😩😩

panel from an upcoming project.💀🖤

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Pole bear... Save me..Pole bear... Save me pole bear

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FNAF fanart using pole bears human designs. December 2021

These sketches I never finished too!

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OG meme under cut

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destruction of government property || leona kingscholar

aka;;;; giving the general of the sunset savannah a hickey is technically against the law. || 270 words.

it wasn't uncommon for you to be summoned by farena or his wife once in a while— after all, you were leona's spouse, and as the second son of the former king, his job was overseeing the military of the sunset savannah— which meant, that in all cases possible, you were a military spouse.

"did you—" farena guffaws as his wife smacks his chest, trying not to laugh herself, "give leona a hickey?"

"do you really want the ins and outs of your brother's sexual life here?" you deadpan, eyebrow raised as farena closes his eyes and wheezes, his wife biting her lip to keep her laughter in.

"there's a rule you should know, [name]." she calls, gently drawing you out of your ire. "ahem... the— the defense personnel regulations act clearly states that any and all personnel are property of the reigning monarch of the sunset savannah with due respect given to personal liberties."

"yeah... i know this. why—"

"please don't leave hickeys on your husband, he's not except from the law, and you—" she pauses, guffawing, "you could go to jail for that."

"are you serious. right now. are you serious."

the entire palace watches you toss a rock at farena and his wife as you stalk off, the only remnant of your "advisory meeting" being the loud laughter of the couple.

it makes sense, you think to yourself. leona's always had a penchance for breaking the fucking law.

you couldn't hate him either way— for the next day, at a public meeting with selected representatives of the common class, the hickies were found next to his lips.

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Code Red

A Leona Kingscholar x AFAB!Yuu fic

Word count: 781

Yuu is AFAB but is referred to using they/them pronouns. This one goes out to all the girlies (said gender neutrally) whose periods always somehow manage to sneak up on them.

(Period tracker? Never heard of it. My cycle's too irregular for that)

It was a quiet morning. Yuu had their head laying on Leona's bare chest with his tail wrapped around their waist and one of his arms resting on their back. If they looked up they could have seen his handsome face devoid of its usual scowl. A rare opportunity to truly see the lion prince truly at peace.

And yet, when Yuu opened their eyes the first thing they noticed was the dull ache in their abdomen and a familiar wetness between their legs.

'Ah fuck...'

"Leona, hey Leona, wake up." They whispered, patting his cheek and trying their best to wiggle out of his grasp.

Leona stirred, "Shut it... 's too early for this..."

His grip tightened, which only made them panic even more,

"Babe, I swear to the Sevens if you don't wake up right now I will bleed all over your sheets." they hissed practically slapping him awake now.

The word 'bleed' made his ears perk up as his sleep-addled brain tried its best to process what he just heard. As the rest of his body started to wake up he finally smelled it, the faint but unmistakable scent of blood.

Yuu got out of the bed the moment they felt his grip loosen, checking to see if they bled through their underwear and sighing in relief when they found out they hadn't. They had a spare uniform stashed in Leona's closet so they could change into clean underwear but it wouldn't stay clean for long unless they find a pad. They're going to have to make a break for Ramshackle weren't they? Their stomach clenched in protest, making them wince.

A hand grabbed their wrist. Leona had sat up, using his other hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"You see that desk across the room? Open the middle drawer." he said, his voice a rough drawl.

"Huh?"

"Just do it." he growled.

Yuu had half a mind to chew him out for being so crass, especially when he knows it's that time of the month but still did as they're told.

They opened the middle drawer and found a small cardboard box with a familiar design on it.

"No way..." they muttered as they took out the brand new box of pads, "How did you know what my usual brand is? Is Rook rubbing off on you?"

"I think the words you're looking for are 'thank you my wonderful, amazing boyfriend' " He grumbled, "Besides, any boyfriend worth their salt knows to be prepared."

His tone was dry but the swishing of his tail gave away how proud he was of himself. Yuu couldn't help but laugh, gesturing at him to come closer so they could kiss him.

"Thank you, my wonderful, amazing boyfriend who I love very much."

Leona hummed, satisfied with his reward before following them to Savanaclaw's bathrooms.

"You don't gotta follow me you know. You can go back to bed." Yuu said.

He let out a yawn, "Oh I thought about it, trust me. But with how bone-headed some of the guys here are, someone's gonna try to break the door down if they smell blood, especially if it's yours."

Once they were done changing he scooped them up into his arms and carried them back to his room, their protests falling on deaf ears.

"Stop being stubborn. It hurts doesn't it?" he said, carefully placing them on his bed. "You're staying here today. Anything you need, you tell me. Got it?"

"I'm being stubborn? Pot meet kettle..." Yuu muttered.

Another cramp quickly silenced their complaints, the persistent ache growing worse by the second.

"Could you... Go to alchemy for me today?" they said.

"Of course you'd ask for something like that..." He knelt next to the bed, his eyes half-lidded as he stroked their cheek with the back of his hand, "Wouldn't you rather have your lion here, cuddling your pain away?"

Yuu leaned into his touch, "We have an exam next week and Crewel's doing a review today."

He clicked his tongue, grabbing his phone to send some messages, "There. I asked Jack to take those notes for you and I'm getting Ruggie to get painkillers and that ice cream you like from Sam's."

He tossed the phone aside and laid down next to them. Yuu cuddled up to him, their body curling into his. Leona rubbed their back, "Need anything else, darling?"

He felt Yuu shake their head.

"Good. Now go back to sleep. You'll have breakfast waiting when you wake up."

"Are you gonna feed it to me?"

"If you want me to." He kissed the top of their head, "Anything for you, kipenzi changu."

Divider by @/cafekitsune

A/N:

kipenzi changu means 'my love' in swahili according to the wiktionary (they cited this paper, which talks about different terms of endearment in swahili, which I found pretty fun.)

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At first he had prayed to all that was holy that this most recent argument would be the last. That you would take a hint and start avoiding him in the halls. Finally, he thought, he could rest. Leona was wrong. The two nights spent away from you left him restless. It was much too quiet, not a sound for his sharp ears to follow.

And the silence began to drag him deep into the depths of the ocean, tugging him down. He was powerless to stop them. Tendrils, sharp and thorned, wrapped themselves around him as the threat of never reaching above the water became more and more plausible. He could see the blurry image of a smile he loved, he could hear the echoes of a laugh he treasured. Wrapping it up in a box and stuffing it under his bed. It was his, but it remained hidden. He was too scared to reopen it and reveal the truth of everything. 

Leona's lungs were filled with salty water, scratching away at his rib-cage, stinging his raw organs, breaking through his veins. Those tendrils pierced his skin, curling their way up his legs, around his waist, muffling his thoughts with distractions. The scent of blood.

He found himself in front of you once again, before the third night could even begin. The rain hit against his skin, his hair flattened and curled with the weight of tears he refused to shed. His brows knitted as he looked at you. 

It all would have been so much easier if you chose to speak, but you did not. It was arrogant to expect you to, after the things he said. He knew better than to yell, but cold, quiet, and bitter words had the ability to hurt so much more than he realized. He was hoping he would push you away, take your box of smiles and laughter with you so he would never have to think about what those eyes and that grin did to him. How it stripped him of his skin, leaving the most easily harmed parts of him available for the plucking of scavengers.

You stared at him, your lips tugged into the softest of frowns, your eyes conflicted. On one hand, you wanted to bring him in and keep him warm, and on the other, you were still hurt by his words. It was never normal for him to become like that, you knew well how comfortable it was to be loved by Leona Kingscholar, but it did not make you any less apprehensive.

He reached a hand out, but pulled back, deciding against touching you. After what seemed like a century under the ocean, stuck in the dark corners of some abandoned ship, weighed down by ropes of inky black, he spoke, “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to mess this up for good, chaguo langu (my choice).”

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How would you react? (reblog and tell me for part 2 >:3)

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OH LEONA 🤭🤭

NRC Housewardens

(Art not mine, all respect and credit to the original artist.)

Twisted Wonderland characters sharing a pajama set with their lover—keeping the bottoms while lending them the top.

— Riddle : Leona : Azul : Kalim : Vil : Idia : Malleus x reader! cw : suggestive.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle emerged from the bathroom with a proud stride, a rare hint of mischief in his crimson eyes. He wore only the pajama pants, low on his hips, his lean chest and toned stomach fully on display as he casually tossed the matching shirt your way. “Here. I figured it would look better on you,” he said smoothly. “Wait, where are the pants?” you asked, blinking as heat crept up your neck. He smirked—smirked—as he climbed into bed, his eyes dragging slowly down your form. “Already wearing them. If you want matching bottoms, you’ll have to get them off me yourself.” Flustered, you slipped the oversized top on, the hem barely covering your thighs, and padded toward the bed. His gaze was locked on your bare legs the entire time.

Once under the covers, he pulled you against him with surprising boldness, one arm circling your waist, the other gliding along your thigh. His lips brushed your ear, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you do to me, wearing only that?” You gasped softly as his hand slid under the shirt, stroking the bare skin of your hip while his mouth kissed your jaw, trailing to the corner of your lips. “So indecent… and yet I can’t look away.” You turned in his arms, breathless, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you again, more possessively this time. Between breaths, you whispered how lucky you were to have him, and he responded with a quiet, “I’ll prove to you every night just how lucky I am.” His heart thudded against your chest as you fell asleep entangled, warm and completely his.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona stepped out lazily, golden skin glistening faintly from the shower, wearing nothing but the pajama pants slung low on his hips. His toned abs and defined v-line were on full display as he smirked and tossed you the shirt without warning. “This one's yours, herbivore.” You caught it with a confused blink. “Where’s the pants?” His lips curled into a wicked grin. “Already taken. Unless you wanna fight me for them.” You swallowed hard and slipped on the oversized top, the hem stopping just at your upper thighs, leaving you bare underneath. His eyes raked over you with shameless hunger, dark and lazy. “Now that’s a sight worth sleeping next to.”

You barely got into bed before Leona dragged you into his arms, one hand gripping your bare thigh as he tugged you flush against him. His lips found yours in a slow, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a quiet growl. “Tch… You really gonna tempt me like this?” he muttered, voice rough against your ear as he nibbled on your lobe. You gasped as his fingers slipped under the shirt, grazing the curve of your rear, his tail curling around your leg. “You drive me crazy, y’know that?” he murmured, pressing hot kisses along your neck. You whispered back how you wanted only him, and his eyes softened—just a little. “Good. You’re mine tonight,” he rumbled, and with one last deep kiss, he pulled you tightly against his chest, fully satisfied with you half-naked in his shirt, already drifting into a dream of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul stepped out with calculated poise, but you could see the faint redness coloring his cheeks as he wore only the pajama pants. The rest of him was bare—his surprisingly defined chest exposed, silver glasses slipping down his nose slightly as he shyly held out the shirt. “Here… I thought it might suit you better.” “Wait, where are the pants?” you asked, blinking at him. He adjusted his glasses and gave you a smirk that sent shivers down your spine. “I’m already wearing them, my pearl.” You pulled on the oversized top, the scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric. As you walked past him, his eyes lingered on your bare legs a bit too long, lips parting slightly in awe.

Once in bed, Azul pulled you into his lap, large hands trailing along your exposed thighs under the shirt. “You’re… breathtaking like this,” he murmured, voice husky, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth before catching you in a slow, sensual kiss. His hands roamed up the small of your back, fingertips teasing the hem of the shirt. “No one else gets to see you like this… only me,” he breathed against your lips. You kissed him again, whispering how deeply you trusted and adored him. Azul’s breath hitched, and he held you tighter, murmuring, “Then let me treasure you, like you deserve.” With your forehead pressed to his, you fell asleep wrapped in him—his shirt clinging to your form, and his heart beating steadily against your chest.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim came skipping out of the bathroom, positively glowing, wearing just the pajama pants—bare chest exposed, golden skin glowing with warmth. “I saved this for you!” he said cheerfully, tossing you the matching shirt. “Where are the pants?” you asked, blinking. He gave you a cheeky grin and spun once. “Already on me! Looks like you’re going bottomless tonight!” You blushed but slipped on the oversized shirt anyway. The moment you did, Kalim's eyes lit up with open, affectionate desire. “Wow… you look amazing like that. I didn’t know I had such good taste!”

When you crawled into bed, Kalim didn’t hesitate to throw the covers over both of you and immediately pulled you into a straddling position. “You feel so soft,” he murmured, his hands gently caressing your thighs as he pressed kisses along your neck and collarbone. “Can I kiss you here? And here?” His lips trailed lower until you gasped his name, gripping his shoulders. You whispered that he made you feel loved—wanted—and he beamed, fingers now sliding under the hem of the shirt to draw slow circles along your hips. “You are loved,” he said with a smile that melted your heart. “And tonight, you’re all mine.” Eventually, you both curled under the covers, your legs tangled with his, his arms caging you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil stepped into the room with deliberate grace, wearing only the silk pajama pants that hugged his slim hips. The definition of his torso gleamed under the soft lighting, and he held the shirt out to you like it was a gift wrapped in seduction. “This deserves to grace your body more than mine,” he purred. You hesitated, flustered. “But… where are the pants?” His lips curled into a knowing smile, a single brow arched. “Already claimed, darling. If you wanted them, you should’ve spoken up sooner.” You pulled on the satin top, the fabric clinging to your bare thighs, and Vil’s gaze dropped lower, heat simmering in his amethyst eyes. “Divine,” he whispered, his voice rich and sinful.

When you joined him under the covers, Vil pulled you into his arms like you were made to fit there. His hand slipped beneath the shirt, stroking your back, fingers trailing deliberately downward. “You realize what you’re doing to me, dressed like this?” he murmured against your lips before kissing you—deep, thorough, and intoxicating. He whispered praises into your skin, brushing your thighs with his slender fingers, lips grazing your neck, jaw, collarbone. “You tempt me without trying. But I’ll behave... for now.” You giggled breathlessly, whispering how beautiful he was, how lucky you felt. He smiled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Sleep beside me like this every night, and I’ll never need another dream.”

Idia Shroud

The door creaked open and Idia peeked out, face red as his hair tips, dressed only in the pajama pants. His pale torso was slightly flushed, lanky but with a subtle softness, and he avoided your eyes as he held out the top. “Y-You wear it… It’ll look better on you than on me…” You tilted your head, confused. “But where are the pants?” He tugged the hem a little lower, fidgeting. “I-I’m wearing them already, duh…! It’s not like I didn’t plan this or anything… ” Your face heated, but you slipped into the oversized top. His eyes darted to your legs, and he made a strangled sound. “Oh. Oh no. This is a critical hit.”

When you joined him in bed, he froze, then wrapped you awkwardly in his arms with surprising confidence, especially when his hand brushed your bare thigh. “Wearing just that is cheating,” he mumbled, breath tickling your ear. You kissed him softly, and he let out a shaky breath, kissing you back with surprising depth—slow, trembling, hungry. “You’re… way too powerful like this,” he whispered as his hand slid up your thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. You whispered back how you always wanted to be close to him—body, heart, soul. He buried his face in your neck, whispering back, “You already are. Just don’t disappear from my screen, okay?” Holding you tight, your legs tangled, his heart raced long into the night.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus stepped out like royalty incarnate, his sculpted chest bare, obsidian pajama pants resting elegantly on his hips. His gaze glowed faintly as he offered you the matching top. “For you, my dear,” he said, voice low and melodic. “And the pants?” you asked softly. He tilted his head, amused, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “They are already adorning me. Should you desire them, I could be persuaded to part with them… later.” You slipped the top on, feeling suddenly small under his gaze, as if you were his most beloved possession. The shirt fell well past your thighs, but the cool night air made your bare skin tingle.

As soon as you laid beside him, Malleus wrapped his arms around you, effortlessly drawing you into his lap, your thighs straddling his. “You wear my clothes so beautifully,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, then trailing down to your throat with agonizing slowness. His clawed fingers slid under the shirt, resting possessively on your waist. “This… closeness,” he whispered as your foreheads touched, “is a privilege I shall cherish.” His kiss was languid, exploring, reverent. You murmured how safe, how loved you felt. He pulled you tighter. “Then sleep, my beloved. I shall guard your dreams.” With your cheek against his chest, you drifted into peaceful slumber—clothed only in his warmth.

me: 😳

“oh no… that’s kinda…”

also me 0.2 seconds later: 😊

“never mind"

I promise I'll do all the requests tomorrow 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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MY SWEETHEARTS 😭

I absolutely love it whenever they go ":3"

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Rest in peace Hailey. Your videos help me through a difficult time.

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I used to read her FNAF fanfics and watch her videos. Rest Easy Hailey. I knew for a while But I didn't want to believe it. I was waiting for anything to update until I found out. Rest Easy.

May Hailey Senpai rest in peace, If it werent for her, many of us, even me wouldn’t have found quest, to find eachother and bond.

If it weren’t for her, i may have not even been making this continuation today.

I hope shes able to see how much she meant to all of us despite her leaving the fandom, she will always be in our childhood 🕊️

Document from her server

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it's men's midriff summer - and he misses you🌴🐾

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Is Your Girl Single? pt1

✦part2

✦characters: overblot boys

✦fem!reader

Riddle Rosehearts

The moment the words leave their mouth “Is she single?” Riddle’s entire posture goes rigid.

His teacup pauses mid air, between his fingers.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you just ask if my girlfriend… is single?”

His voice is clipped, sharp, and cold as iced rosewater. He sets the teacup down with a quiet clink that somehow echoes ominously.

The poor soul stammers something about “just wondering” and “didn’t know,” but Riddle’s already standing.

“She's not available. And even if she were, she has standards. Ones you clearly don't meet.”He’ll give a thin, polite smile.

Later, he pulls you aside, still flushed with frustration but still some gentleness in his eyes.

“You’re mine… right?” he whispers with a hand in yours “I don’t like the thought of you’re not with me.”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone asks if you’re single?

Leona slowly, very slowly, looks up from where he was lounging, one brow raised. The smirk that curls across his lips is predatory.

“What’d you just say?”

He stands casually, almost lazily but there’s nothing relaxed about the way he rolls his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the poor idiot like a lion spotting its next meal.

“You’re asking if my herbivore is available? While I’m right here?”

He’ll laugh. Not kindly. And step just close enough to loom.

“She’s not. And unless you’ve got a death wish, I’d keep your mouth shut next time.”

Later, he yanks you down into his lap and keeps an arm around your waist for the rest of the event, chin resting possessively on your shoulder.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul’s reaction is the definition of menacing composure.

He doesn’t even blink at first just adjusts his glasses, gives a small, polite smile, and says:

“I beg your pardon?”

When the person repeats themselves, he chuckles softly, like someone just told him a particularly stupid joke.

“Interesting. Because unless there’s another girl who shares her name, face, and affection for me, I’m fairly certain she’s taken.”

Azul’s eyes glint with something far too dark for the bright lounge lighting. The tension in the room thickens.

“Perhaps next time, you’ll inquire more carefully. Or not at all.”

He kisses your hand later that evening, voice sweet and soft:

“Do you know how close I was to dragging them into a contract just to shut them up?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s expression goes completely blank the moment the question is asked. It’s a scary kind of calm. He blinks once. Twice.

“…What?”

They repeat it, a little more hesitantly this time.

He lets out a slow breath. Smiles. “She’s not single. She’s very much in a relationship. With me.”

Then he leans in, voice dropping:

“If you value your time here at NRC, I suggest you redirect that interest… elsewhere.”

He acts totally unbothered afterward, but you catch him side-eyeing every guy who walks within three feet of you for the rest of the day.

“What? I'm just keeping an eye out.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil doesn't get angry. Not in public. But when someone asks if you're single?

He pauses mid-sentence, his head tilting just slightly as he regards them with a dazzling smile so cold it could cut glass.

“How bold. You must be new here.”

He doesn’t even raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. His presence alone makes the person shrink.

“She is not single. She's taken. Proudly. By me.”

He'll lean back in his seat, legs crossed, and flick an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve.

That night, he touches your cheek gently and murmurs:

“You're far too radiant for them not to notice. But don't worry, love they can look. They just can't have.”

Idia Shroud

The second someone asks if you're single, Idia nearly chokes on his drink.

“WHAT?!”

He turns beet red. His hair flickers with hot-pink panic.

“Y-you mean, like, single-single? Or like—is this a prank? Did Ortho set this up?!”

Once he realizes it’s a genuine question, something in him snaps but in his own Idia way.

“No. No she’s not single. Are you blind? I’m literally standing right here.”

Then quieter, more to himself: “NPCs like this always try to romance-lock the wrong route…”

Later, when you find him sulking in his room, he clutches your hand and says:

“You’re mine, right? Like, final boss level committed? I… I just need to hear it.”

You kiss his forehead. “Always.”

Malleus Draconia

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no…

The moment someone asks if you’re single, Malleus goes absolutely still. It’s the kind of stillness that makes the air feel heavier.

“What… did you just ask me?”

His voice is calm, but the magic in the room shifts. Dark. Primal.

He steps forward, eyes glowing ever so slightly.

“She is my girlfriend. My beloved. My chosen. There is no version of reality where she is single and I’m not with her”

The person stammers an apology. Malleus tilts his head.

“I would advise you to remember that. Unless you wish to find yourself… forgotten.”

He says it with a gentle smile that somehow feels like a curse.

Later, he presses your hand to his chest and whispers:

“They must not know what it means to belong to someone. When your heart only beats for them.”

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I saw this scenario a long time ago with a haikyuu fanfic and I thought it would be fun writing it but with the Twst boys reaction

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can’t believe they did this

The official Disney+ JP Twitter account tweeted this anime promo image in celebration of Deuce’s birthday 😭 IT’S A CAULDRON…

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭💓 🦁🌷

@ratsareplaningwar THANK YOU POOKIE