#im only kind of joking

[cardsweetheart]

Leona who offhandledly jokes about the idea of chasing his meals instead of being cooked for. Who watches the way your eyes dart to the side and you shift on your feet. You hope he doesn't notice, but how could he not?

Leona who in the coming days, finds himself staring. Typically from across the room, sometimes from the other side of the commons. Focused on the way you walk, even the small sprints when you spot your dormmates. His gaze dart to you so easily now, even if he doesn't understand why.

Leona who starts to get amused when you catch him out of the corner of your eye. How you shrink and try to hide how you squirm in your seat. Nervously playing with your hands, or overly laughing at the soonest joke. Just how small you make yourself when you realize he's looking.

Leona who finds you in his dorm's kitchen. Wordlessly observing. Seeing how long it takes for you to notice he's standing in the doorway. How easy it would be to take you off guard. He wonders what the fear would look like when you realize you've been caught. His tail flicking against his will, a telltale sign of his stupid instincts taking over his brain.

You who's startled when you turn and see him in the corner, simply staring, unblinking. Calling out to him and berating him for being a creep. Trying to deny the adrenaline building in your stomach as he steps closer, his posture shifting slightly. You understanding immediately what's happening, looking at how he's standing between you and the exit. Quickly trying to mentally map out an escape plan, bartering for a head start.

Leona who gives no answer, but a growl as his mind starts to cloud just a little. Your scent drowning his senses. Barely hearing the words you're throwing at him, only comprehending that his prey is trying to create distance. Reveling in the anxious energy filling the room. Waiting for the shoe to drop and the time to let things really begin.

You who makes a single motion his brain deems as too quick. All tension snapping as his head tilts, and you break into a sprint. Darting around the kitchen, barely keeping enough space to breathe. Eventually managing to get a hand on the door. Making it out to a long, straight shot stretch of hallway. Genuinely believing for a moment that you might stand a chance.

You who gets about 3 or 4 steps before feeling the weight on your back. The force of the impact causing the pair of you to roll. Feeling the sting of his grip on you. Landing on your back and looking up at Leona looming above you.

"You really like that huh?"

"I mean, a warning would be nice-"

"I can smell you."

"I'm less than a foot away from you and sweating."

"I can smell you herbivore."

"Oh."

"This was fun. But..." Leona who lowers to whisper in your ear, soft and the ghost of the animalistic growl still sitting in his throat, "Let me know when you're ready for the real thing."

Leona who then stands, leaving you laying there to stare at the ceiling. To ruminate over what the hell just happened. How you managed to get into this position. How desperately you want to take him up on his offer as quickly as possible. If he meant it. What the real thing would look like, how it would end. What kind of shoes you'd need.

You who wonders if he would be free on Saturday.

[phinni-phouse]

are you guys picking up what im putting down

[smoked-salmon-official]

what if my friends, family, and all the cool fun people in my phone secretly hates me and wants to kill me with hammers

[mauvemischief]

I’m well aware Neil is already in a lot of pain all the time but I am going to repeatedly and continuously add to it AND make Andrew take care of him afterward 👍 hope this clears things up.

[pastel-the-ghost]

why isnt a kin awakening called an awakinning

[boyprincesspawpads]

guh i am in a Mood . freak mode activated

[cometapollo]

Why do I imagine if Derek actually wore a mask it would be a hyena or leopard mask.

Nah nahh, bro would make a scorpion one out of cardboard and cpnstruction paper

and it would look like ass too

[justablah56]

I just remembered my original Hermie design . the urge to delete that post is strong but my refusal to delete art is stronger .

[witcheshollow]

To whatever bitch is writing my story, hand over the pen you suck at it

[they-breasted-boobily]

is there any way to change the voice on my jbl earbuds?

i do not respect americans

[heshmmity]

f4f (fag4fag)

[trickinabucket]

Im gonna go to a drag show and be a drag king, but its just literally me dressed as shaggy 2 dope in dreads

[fairieswithspirits]

Me, looking at the salt and also all the dust and debris that’s accumulated in my window well: what— um. what.. happens if I vacuum up a ward?

[sunny-sourzii]

The mer boys laying with their nest (unfortunately no you can’t touch their eggs they would lacerate you)

[weirdglassthing]

LOA Shiptober Day 4: How They Met

October content month was ambitious..

This one took me. Shockingly long. Whoops! I’ll probably end up jumping around the prompt list and it might extend into November 😋

I’ll try to do day 31 on the actual date of Halloween though 🫡

[cometapollo]

Work vent / rant. My boss was being a dick today and I'm already upset cus of school

How is my putting effort into restocking instead of just Throw Sauce In Box And gonna affect when my coworker with a completely DIFFERENT assignment IN ANOTHER ROOM ENTIRELY gets to clock out, Miss Bitch. Explain this to me. How is enjoying my job for once detrimental.

Oh, "I'm moving too slow"? "Organizing it like a puzzle isn't gonna help anyone?" Ok lady.

1; I'm actually moving faster than everyone else because I'm enjoying it.

2; Organizing it like a puzzle both helps me destress after my shift and fits more sauce in the box! So we dont have to restock it as often! SO SHIT DOESNT FUCKING FALL OUT BECAUSE OF THE GAPS. I'm not making it look pretty, I'm being more efficient than just throwing it in the box and hoping none of it spills! LIKE THE GENERAL MANAGER, YOUR BOSS, FUCKING SHOWED ME ON MY FIRST DAY.

3; "I'm moving too slow" Maybe dont give me a box you super glued shut and make me pry it open with my weak noodle arms. At least give me the damn box cutter, I know you have it, I'm not that stupid.