#he really do yap

[gh0st-lie]

This man could talk about how books are made and i would let him ramble

[l4tchk3y]

I love Espio so much. I wish chameleons were real.

[queenbeestars]

DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS!!!!!

NO SERIOUSLY...

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

i would never normally post this on main but this exchange was SO fucking funny i screamed when he showed up

[angel-fruitcake]

sometimes i watch scenes where Cas is looking at Dean in a way that just screams "i am in love with you" and then i remember that at purcon7, Misha said that somewhere along the way he had just accepted that that part of Castiel's story was canon. way before he even knew that Cas would ultimately end up confessing. he was literally subconsciously playing Cas as being in love with Dean, for god knows how long??? that's why he always stared at Dean with actual heart eyes, like he hung the moon and stars. because Misha had already decided in his subconscious mind to play Castiel as absolutely whipped for Dean Winchester

i'm so sick

[ascendingconures]

just gonna post this bc i could never come up with a spirally background i liked & i dont want this to die in my saves folder

[ddragonqueenn]

.....Blade being weird about physical touch........ In the sense that, every time he is near you he has to be in contact with you in any way. You're sitting on a couch and he is directly next to you, practically squishing you against the arm, even if the rest of the couch is totally free. Hands on your shoulders if he's trying to look at something you're staring at, or even if he's just behind you; he doesn't hold your hand when you two walk together, he has a firm grip around your forearm. The contact of hand to hand isn't enough for him, he needs to grab your entire arm to be satisfied. You offer sharing a bed like it's a cute little thing and he sleeps directly on top of you. Cuddling isn't enough he needs to smother you .

[dr-mohan]

"im really fucking scared of what happens next"

[sabanakurou]

★ Leona x Gn!Reader, Reader is Yuu here! Mentions of Grim too but like, BARELY. A little over 1k words!

★ SYNOPSIS: In short, you made realizations about your relationship with Leona that you probably should've had... months ago.

★ A little warning for possible OOC, bad writing, and grammar mistakes, hehe! Regardless, I hope you enjoy :D

Being sure of yourself was something that you took pride in. That was the case back on Earth and especially the case now that you were thrown into Twisted Wonderland— a place so unfamiliar that you might as well have been considered an alien.

Maybe you already were? You were magicless with a strange fire-hazard for a cat-raccoon thing. Even now as you walked towards the botanical garden, you were carrying Grim. It wasn't hard at that point to take into account the way the other students looked at you. With their scrutinizing eyes and avoidance, you figured that your guess isn't so far off from the general opinion of the public.

You didn't care, though! You're CONFIDENT that you've experienced enough to have already met the worst jerks that this “d!$ney-knockoff house of villains-ahh” college had to offer.

Well,

that is…

…until you met Leona Kingscholar.

The most prickly jerk you ever came to know. A man so VILE that you're on your way to meet up with him in the garden for your regularly scheduled naps.

Honest to whatever God your current world had, as much as you wanted to moan about how long the stick in Leona’s mud of a butt is, he's nooooot… the worst guy ever. Actually, deny it as you might, the prince of the Afterglow Savannah was more of a friend than a jerk to you.

Still a jerk though.

One heck of a comfortable one, at that (much to your dismay). In fact, in recent times, he's quite the substitute for a pillow, if you could say so yourself. And you do! You even insisted on meeting today just to nap because you sleep better when Leona is your pillow.

"Huh?"

You suddenly stop walking, hit with the reality and weight of your own thoughts.

You use... Leona as… a pillow?

You… you use Leona as a pillow…???

You… huh…????

????

‘I DO WHAT NOW???’ You suddenly drop Grim onto the floor in the middle of the hallway, hands flying to your head as a slow, slow, quiet crisis takes over you. It was as if you gained sentience the moment you thought too deeply about your relationship with him.

No, but seriously!? Now that you put more of a conscious effort to evaluate your actions, you realized that you've been so affectionate with Leona! Using him as a pillow, resting on his side, napping with him in the garden and in his bed…!?!? In his bed for goodness’ sake!

How come no one has told you that you do these things!? (Ace and Deuce have mentioned it before.)

Why has no one mentioned how weird it is for you to act that way with Leona!? (Many have mentioned it: Namely the Heartslabyul folks, the first years, and even Grim.)

Is this even legal!? (It is but you were not being rational at that moment.)

“OH MY GOD!?”

So much for being sure of yourself!

Thinking back to your entire relationship, you wouldn't be able to say when it all started. When did the frightening lion of a beastman stop being so… frightening?

Was it after the Octavinelle fiasco when the subtle touches— lingering and often leaving an explicable amount of warmth in an otherwise tepid patch of skin— started to come about? You never would've thought that you'd say this but forced-proximity does wonders with communication and you did stay in his room for a good while (but you still don't advocate for it…).

Or was it after VDC when the softness held behind each of your gazes when you come across one another reared its worrying head?

Worrying to the point that the once untouchable prince became within reach of your hands, of your heart, and of your mind to be consumed with him, him, and only him.

When did the two of you stop being hesitant but oh so very careful as to avoid any alarm?

When exactly did the sands of your friendship break down into something so… different yet all the same? Like a sandcastle broken by the heavy tides. The foundation may have been broken and yet the material was still, irrevocably, sand.

Who knew a crisis driven by cuddles could induce metaphors?

And metaphors aside, you like the beach, and the sand, and the waves. Very much. It was always so warm to the touch, just like h— Oh.

When did—

“Oi, Herbivore, eyes on me.”

Leona's voice snaps you out of your overactive mind in an instant, as if your entire being knew that its main focus should be the person right in front of you. The person that had your left cheek cupped in his hand that could easily cover your entire face up if he wanted to do so.

But he won't. Especially when you haven't flinched away when you both knew how keen you were with keeping to yourself.

He would've backed off the moment you showed any reluctance. After all, your comfort is his priority. But you haven't shown him the slightest bit of discomfort and he was willing to take the chance to assume that perhaps he wasn't just seeing things when he thought you looked at him in a way no way else had before.

And by the Sevens were the two of you so compatible as similarly, your brain had decided to grow blank with only one thought to entertain it with.

No beastman should ever look that soft.

And yet, he does.

Because of me.

What the hell were you thinking? You weren't even fully conscious when you dragged your body to find his after your little crisis half an hour ago.

You supposed that that was simply another thing you aren't sure of.

“Herbivore, c'mon. Look at me. You can't possibly ignore me when you were the one who insisted on meeting up.” He almost whispers and you could've sworn that your heart had melted faster than anything under the scorching sun.

You almost felt like defying him just to see how far he'll go.

But you look at him anyways— eyes peering right into his viridescent ones that shined so ethereally under the setting sun.

You met this vile, vile man's gaze, growing worried as the sound of birds chirping could've beaten the quiet volume your voice had taken. Still, you spoke, albeit without any thinking,

“Oh, God, I like you.”

And at this point? That was apparently the one thing you were sure of.

★ END NOTE: hiiii, I REALLY like Leona and SHORT YAP!! I always felt like he'll be the kind of love where you'll suddenly realize that you love him one day. Maybe the realization gets prompted because of how comforting he is, idk 👉👈 anyways!! header by me and stuff :D!

[ryebread-aurt]

Completely forgot to post this, but I had an art project about taking two things you like and combining them, so I ended doing a character lineup of the outsiders! (I said my theme was animation and literature lmao)

I’ll probably do the socs next, but I ain’t exactly itching to draw Bob 😒 (if bob has no haters I’m dead)

I can’t really say I “redesigned” the logo, I just adjusted the current one but what the hell ill put it here anyway

[amazon-reef]

Do you guys ever think about how Kai may use his fur cloak as a blanket when he's cold? Sure he has his fire powers but the weight of the cloak being reminiscent to the hugs and comfort he gets from his family. He curls up with it around him, trying to stop the aching, dull, cold pain in his heart. The family he's still trying to find. Hoping that in the grave of swords and helmets he doesn't find any familiar gi colors, knowing that if he does, a piece of his warmth would leave him. Do you think that he'd be so exhausted from surviving that the only amount of sleep he can get are small intervals and naps? That if he sleeps for longer he won't wake up again. He'll never see them again. Does he appreciate naps much more after? ("Naps are awesome." I think he does.) Do you think that he may spend more time around water because its the only thing that reminds him of Nya in the land of monsters? Or that the dragons cyan and green colors in that one scene remind him of the color of Lloyd's powers. And when he does finally see them again, all he can do is hold onto them, hope that the warmth in their hugs never disappear again.

Just some thoughts.

[gunsatthaphan]

🥰🥺🤏🏻

[hayaku14]

yapper bf x listener bf

[itadooori]

hobo era gi-hun my beloved

[slutty-clovers]

Komaeda in chapter 4 be like

[screwpinecaprice]

Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[popppyfur]

sometimes when i like characters thisssss much i like drawing unnecessarily complicated comics of them having a normal ass conversation