#leona king scholar

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Hii, hello!! This might be a bit silly to ask but cld y write smt w/a yuu/reader who constantly fiddles around in class and they so happen to fiddle with their classmates hand/finger?? Like since their used to sitting alone they usually fiddle around with pens and what not, and not looking they accidentally fiddle with the classmates hand?? It's a bit silly but i wld like to see what'd you'd write w/a silly prompt like this :3,, If you're willing to take the prompt I'd like to see the Housewardens reaction to this :33

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus.

A/n: Hello! I am not that very good at writing Vil so I hope this does you justice. This will be a bit short since there are a lot of characters. Also this ask is not silly at all!! I fiddle with stuff all of the time.

Riddle

He doesn't mind when your fiddling with something either it being a stress ball, a toy, or some type of item. He might even give you something as well if it helps you focus.

However, when you start fiddling with his fingers he'd be a little annoyed. He needs to focus in class and you touching him is making him distracted.

If It was an accident he'd totally understand and would forgive you .

Leona

Like Riddle, he dosen't care.

However, if you Fiddle with his hands while he's sleeping he's gonna get annoyed.

Probably would hiss at you

If it was an accident he'd shrug it off and of back to bed, Just don't do it again.

Azul

Dosen't mind the fiddling will even try to offer something as well if you need it.

He's been curious about why you do it and would ask about it.

If you accidentally touch his hand he'd be confused. Probably would turn red.

If you apologize he'd understand it was an accident

But you could also sign a contract with him-

Kalim

He fiddles sometimes too! So he totally gets it.

He has stress toys, fidget toys, the whole nine yards so if you need one he will give it.

If you accidentally fiddle with his fingers he would be fine with it, but would totally understand id it was an accident

Que him fiddling with yours

Vil

He understands the fiddling and would also help you get items whatever you may need.

Probably lectures you on some specific techniques so your hands don't become dry/wrinkly.

If you accidentally touch him he'd jerk his hand away and lecture you he needs to keep the skin on his hand in perfect condition.

He'd understand if it was an accident, and would prefer if you ask next time before touching his hand.

Idia

He probably fiddles as well so if you need something he most likely has it and would share.

Probably programmed his own

If he ever so happened to be out an about and you ended up touching his hand he'd be terrified bro was not prepared for a level 200 boss.

As long as you apologize he should be fine. Still terrified, but fine.

Malleus

He finds your fiddling amusing and it amuses him when you fiddle with his fingers. Probably likes it and encourages it

It doesn't really bother him but is interested in why you do it.

If you ever so happen to fiddle with his fingers he wouldn't mind it.

[cyath]

This is an animated bit inspired by @dilatorywriting Monsters Mayhem: A Lion's Pride

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https://at.tumblr.com/dilatorywriting/monster-mayhem-lions-pride/1jso58c2f66x

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[shytastemakerthing]

Hello! Can I get a romantic twst match up

( if u have time of course :) )

Personality: Istj

Very quiet, introverted, helps others, sometimes passive aggressive, sometimes strict , love and hates kids at the same time, and I don't like being involved in a bad situation

Likes:

Sleeping, chess, volleyball, arts, basketball,Working out, gaming, singing, weight lifting, and tea :)

Dislikes:

When someone interrupts me when I'm talking or explaining, wakes me up for a dumb reason, and touches my sketchbook without my permission

About me:

158 cm, black hair, athletic, and brown eyes

( that's all for now and have a great day! :)) )

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I do so hope that you like it!😊

I match you with......

Leona Kingscholar

• You like sleeping, he likes sleeping. Congratulations, you've oclfficially become napping buddies and nine times out of ten, you're the pillow. He will never admit it, but your thighs and stomach make a better pillows than any of his actuall pillows (and he's a prince so we all know how those pillows must feel)

• The relationship was certainly one with a rocky start. Whether we follow you as the Ramshackle prefect and you accidentally stepped on his tail that one day in the botanical gardens, or if you're the student of another dorm and were in the wrong place at the wrong time sort of a deal. Either way, there were no good first impressions.

• Past that, we enter our next phase, him often seeing you during basketball or working out and you seeing him during soelldrive. You're both passionate and driven to a certain goal and that commends a bit of respect from the both of you. It takes years of practice and dedication to get to where you hoth are respectably at in your given fields of athleticism.

• With your passive aggressive nature, he isn't always fully certain what sort of response can come from you at any time as it always seems to change. It keeps him on his toes and there are times he does admire a good challenge.

• What set everything in stone was when a first year tried to wake you up from a rather peaceful nap and all he could hear was the loaded earful you were giving this kid. Between the bedhead your hair currently took thr appearance on, the strictness in your tone, and how your aura now commanded respect, yeah, the lion was down bad. Without another word, you're now with him, and napping. It seems to be something unspoken between the both of you but you both know. Leona isn't the best with words, so it works out in the end.

• He also has a love/hate relationship when it comes to children. Just look at how he is with Checka. While he may be a bit dismissive with his nephew and grumbles every time he's around, he does care about him. Just.... in how own stubborn and grumbly way.

• Another one who is keen on chess. Chess is something that takes skill, coordination, and plenty of time to master. You are a worthy opponent and both of you rather enjoy the time to play the game with one another.

• Whenever Ruggie needs something in regards to Leona, he goes to you, because for some reason (Ruggie knows the reason xD), Leona seems to listen to you a but more than he does to him. On the tomes that he doesn't listen though, you're pulled down for a nap woth him and you're not moving.

• Overall, Leona really does love you, and he would do anything if it meant that you'd you'd by his side. He may not always be the best with words, but his actions certainly speak volumes about how he feels about you. Just.... promise that you'd never leave him. He's so used to being in second place, and now that he's first place when it comes to you, he'd never be able to go back.

[soliyahh]

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Better with You

Genre: fluff and a bit of comfort, mutual pining

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: confessing your feelings to him with a kiss <3

Notes: reader is the prefect!

Riddle // make a wish.

The atmosphere inside Ramshackle, while often very lively, was quite calm on this late evening. Riddle sat at your side, chiding you in the middle of your joint study session for once again not having your uniform in order.

You’re trying exasperatedly to get him back on task when an eyelash resting just below his eye catches your attention. You wordlessly reach your hand out to his face, and the air turns tense the moment you make contact.

“What are you...?”

Forgetting the purpose of his rant, Riddle’s words die on his tongue and his gray eyes widen, reminiscent of the new moon just outside. He leans into your touch before he can help it.

“…hold still.”

His lips part, watching your look of concentration with uneasy anticipation. Your gentle touch, much to his dismay, is yet another part of you that captivates him. He'd consider giving up sweets forever if you'd stay like this, if you’d close the space and just…

But the moment ends in a second, as if the bubble that had come to surround you two in those moments burst like he feels his heart might. You swipe your finger under his eye and pull back with a successful smile, but Riddle doesn't mirror it. Noting this, your expression turns slightly distressed.

“Sorry, there was–I should have asked–” you attempt to explain, showing him your finger, but he cuts you off abruptly.

“I-I think we're done for today.”

His face is on fire, surely. Riddle curses both himself and the betraying waver in his voice for being so ridiculous. Why is he being so childish about this? Of course it was just an eyelash, did he really think you were going to kiss him?

Beet red, he turns away from you so fast it must give him whiplash.

The tension in his shoulders as he hastily packs up puts you on edge. So you reach for him, justly confused.

“Riddle? Hey-”

“What?” he snaps, tone far harsher than he wants it. He stops packing his things yet refuses to look at you, the zipper on his bag suddenly far more interesting.

Deciding against touching him, you take a second to reflect. Things were fine until you reached out to him, and even then, he didn't seem upset until you pulled away…

From there, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to connect things. 

You scoot closer, taking his face between your palms gently and turning him to face you. Riddle feels blinded by the sparkle of your kind eyes, hope welling in his chest as he turns to putty in your hold once more.

"Sorry,” you smile, returning to the collected attitude he’s always found enchanting. “Was this what you wanted?" 

And his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when your lips meet his. He melts as you thread fingers in his hair, the taste of the pastry he’d offered you earlier still on your tongue. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with urgency like he can’t get enough. And truly? He can’t. 

He was charmed from the very first time you smiled at him, and as the nights passed by and you cemented your place in Twisted Wonderland, you cemented your place in his heart as well. 

Although Riddle didn’t get to make a wish on his fallen eyelash, he still got what he wanted.

Leona // a moment of your time.

“Could you help me record something for class?” 

You came into the botanical gardens with only one mission: finally confess your feelings to Leona. So your plan? To fake an interview assignment, and kiss him by surprise.

Although some of your friends felt it would be a struggle to carry out, you thought it had a solid chance at success. Leona hardly goes to class and consequently doesn’t ever know what’s been assigned. So it’s unlikely he’ll be able to call bullshit on this ‘homework’ you made up.

Also critical to this plan is that Leona is incredibly weak to your wishes. That fact alone gives you hope that your feelings are requited, and fills you with enough bravery to follow through with this. And it checks out, for all you have to do is briefly mention the ‘assignment’ and he’s blinking up at you from where he lays, stretching tiredly.

“I'm kicking you out if it takes too long,” he sighs, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “What is this for?”

“I just need to ask you a few questions, your majesty. It’ll only take a minute.”

Leona rolls his eyes at the nickname and takes his time in standing, posture relaxing once he’s at your side. You walk to where you’d set up your device and pretend to hit record.

“Okay, ready?”

A hum is all you receive in response once you return to him. It does little to quell your nerves, but the hardest part–in theory at least–is over. All that’s left is to show him how you feel.

He’s not quite looking at you until you snake your arms around his neck.

You tug him down and press your lips to his before your nerves can kick in, the kiss so brief that he doesn’t react at all. Leona simply stares, totally thrown off by your boldness, his eyes looking to the camera in confusion. They return to you with a twitch of his ear, trying to understand what game you’re playing.

“It’s not actually recording,” you ease his worry through a laugh.

The tension that had him frozen leaves him through another roll of his eyes.

“Stupid.”

He growls, grabbing your waist forcefully and connecting your lips once more.

This kiss is anything but brief. Leona can be protective and a bit possessive, you know that, but you feel it all in this moment with his arms around you and his mouth on you. He kisses like he’s insatiable and you’re his favorite meal.

You're practically gasping once he lets you pull away. One of his hands moves to your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips as he revels in the evidence of how much he affects you. It seems he stole all your confidence through that kiss, with how shy you look now.

“…I like you.”

“Yes,” he laughs, “I gathered that.”

Azul // stress relief.

When Azul gets stressed, he likes to lock himself in Mostro Lounge's VIP room and turn everyone away.

This is common knowledge to students of Octavinelle, with Jade and Floyd being especially used to these moments of frustration. But now that you, the all-knowing and ever-caring Prefect, are in their lives? Well, the twins have trained themselves to track you down in record time so you can, in their words, “fix him.”

You don’t mind it since it's not very often that your assistance is even required. All you really do is talk with Azul anyway, and it was this quiet time together that allowed you to discovered that you like him as more than a friend.

Most times though, you part with Azul wishing he’d confide in you a bit more instead of bottling everything up. But his company is comforting to you nonetheless, and yours to him considering you make him lighten up so much that the twins have started teasing you for it.

However, those thoughts are pushed aside as you sit beside him on the couch of the VIP room yet again. Your knees are tucked under you so you can angle your body to him, and he sits with his limbs all stretched out. The lights are dimmed today and he addresses you very quietly, indications that he must have a headache. He’s more irritated today than you’re used to, and the last thing you want is him reaching a breaking point again. So with a bit of gentle coaxing, you get him to explain himself.

“The lounge and school,” he murmurs, “it can get a bit exhausting.”

You don't know if he wants words of comfort, but you figure you'll start there.

“Azul, you work really hard. We all see it and admire you for it. You should take a break when it’s too much, no one would hold it against you.”

His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut and breaths deep. “While I loathe the work at times, I’d just feel worse if I gave it up.” He laughs dryly after a moment. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?”

The absence of a response from you for several seconds pries his eyes open, his head falling in your direction.

Now, despite all his shifty behaviors, Azul tries at all costs to avoid shoving his problems onto you. He knows how selfless you can be, afterall, and he knows you’d rush to his aid should you ever think he needed it. It's why he never tells you things, because he wouldn’t be able to handle the look on your face if you found you couldn’t help him. But to his misfortune, that’s the exact expression he finds you wearing now.

Fumbling for what to do, he follows your eyes to the hand he has resting on the couch and moves it to your leg as if on autopilot. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

“You aren’t pathetic at all, Azul. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the person I like that way.”

Somehow you had shifted even closer to each other without noticing, but neither of you moves away as the silence lingers. You both lean in at the same time, eyes fluttering shut.

Azul lets you take things at your pace, sighing every so often against the warmth of your mouth. You take his hands and place them for him, and it’s laughable that he’s so happy to be completely at your mercy. You're patient with him as you kiss for what feels like minutes, his adoration for you only growing.

He hopes you’ll stay forever, here by his side. For time with you is his favorite way to break free of the unrelenting world outside that door.

Idia // a voice like honey.

Idia Shroud, for whatever reason unimaginable to you, doesn’t think he’s worth listening to. 

It took quite some time for him to start speaking to you off-tablet and in person, and even longer for him to do so comfortably. But even after all that progress, he never felt okay rambling in front of you. His insecurity is stubborn.

You’ve been sitting in Idia’s room for about an hour now, scrolling through your phone on his bed while he plays games. You hear him start grumbling to himself suddenly, and prompted by your inquisitive hum, he slides off his headset and swivels around.

Although he struggles to make eye contact, the way he starts waving his arms around dramatically while speaking captures your full attention.

“–and it’s just so unfair! I’ve been playing this game for like, what? Three years to get good?”

“Mhm.”

“And these losers use hacks to just annihilate the whole lobby!”

“How despicable!”

“Exactly!”

You’re grinning by the time he’s finished, looking entirely lovesick when he finally catches your eye. He freezes instantly, voice picking up several octaves as he squeaks, “w-why are you always staring at me like that!?”

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Ugh!” 

You can’t help but burst into laughter as he looks away and his hair ripens like a strawberry.

“I’m not really sure what you mean,” you restate, sitting up on the bed. “I just love listening to you.”

Idia has trouble believing you. He’s always thrown off by the idea of people liking—loving?—anything about him, after all. He averts his eyes again, likely considering what to do to get you out of his room before he embarrasses himself any more. But it seems the Great Seven don’t plan to let him off easy, because all of a sudden you’re striding up to him, crouching into his space and looking far more concerned for him than is necessary. 

You part his colorful hair, “you okay?” 

Idia swallows. To answer your question, no; you’re unfairly breathtaking from up close and he’s going kind of lightheaded, honestly. His eyes flicker to your lips for only a second, but it’s long enough for you to notice and for Idia to know he’s doomed for eternity. You tilt your head to the side and look at him curiously.

“Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He nods before he can process what he’s getting himself into. But you burst into laughter again, and that totally makes up for it.

Cradling his face in your hands tenderly, you allow him a moment to stop you if he wishes. He doesn’t.

It’s awkward at first, kissing him while he’s sitting and you’re crouching. Thankfully Idia’s played enough dating sims to sorta guess what he should do, so he guides you onto his lap and you find this new position is much better. He keeps you as steady as he can with how nervous he feels.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and that’s probably a good thing since neither of you were expecting this turn of events. Idia hides his face in your neck and hugs you tightly, expertly hiding how flushed he is.

The color of his hair, however… he can’t hide. But you’ll keep that a secret for now.

(Side note, from Ortho: be gentle with his brother. He noted several massive heart rate spikes from Idia today, and he’d be worried if he didn’t know of your plans with him.)

(Side side note, from Ortho: If you’d just consulted him to begin with, he’d have been quick to correct your misunderstanding. It was never really insecurity that silenced his big brother, just that you make Idia “feel weird mushy feelings” when you stare. He didn’t quite get it either, but that’s what Idia always says after you leave, anyway.)

Malleus // a lesson learned.

Malleus loves to ask you questions about your old world when you’re out on walks. It’s easy conversation; you’re always forthcoming with stories of home, and he loves hearing about how it functioned there without magic, something that he still finds baffling. It’s his way to learn about what made you the person you are.

Occasionally though, his questions stray from things like inventions and politics and wander to topics that catch you entirely off guard.

“How is affection displayed in your home world?”

“…affection?”

You blink a few times in quick succession. When you turn to confirm the question, he’s already watching you, nodding with a smile.

“Oh, well it’s really the same as it is here. Hugging, holding hands…” you trail off before continuing in a smaller voice. “And kissing, I guess.” He hums thoughtfully.

Speaking about this with Malleus, knowing the weight of your feelings for Malleus, has your heart pounding. Hugging and holding hands are things you’ve done with him before and still do, quite often at that. He must make this same connection as he doesn’t spare those a second thought, focusing instead on the last thing you listed.

“Kisses? Those on the cheek?”

The crunching of leaves underfoot fills the silence as you contemplate how to answer.

Kisses, even ones on the cheek, are territory you haven’t crossed into with Malleus seeing as your unlabeled relationship often leaves you hesitating when you consider it. (Also because Sebek would probably spontaneously combust if he happened to witness that, and that’s another problem you don’t need on your hands.)

So, while thinking of any way to change the conversation topic to avoid going into it, you agree absentmindedly.

“Mhm. And on the mouth, for lovers.”

Malleus stops you just as you realize your mistake.

“How fascinating. May I ask you to demonstrate?”

His dark eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to twist his words, and it dawns on you that this was exactly his plan. You know what it is he expects as he closes the short distance between you, taking your chin between gloved fingers.

There’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

Despite the fact that he claims to be inexperienced, Malleus knows exactly how to run his hands over your body until you’re so tingly you feel like you’re floating. His thumbs press into the skin just above your hips when he deepens the kiss, your legs nearly giving out as a result. The cold air can’t soothe the warmth you feel from him.

“I like these kisses,” he purrs when you finally part, chuckling fondly at your breathless state “Anything else you’d care to teach me?”

a/n: this took me forever to edit I am so sorry. But thank you guys so much for the support on my last work, I wasn’t expecting it and seriously appreciate it so so much!! <3 kisses

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

he’s so real for this

Nightmare Suit Leona has a voice line in which (rough translation, not word for word) he warns you that Skully isn’t actually as gentlemanly as you might think he is, he’s actually very improper. The reasoning Leona cites is that Skully doesn’t even wait or get the okay from you first before kissing your hand.

… Leona “Consent King”-scholar, everyone 😌

Edit: In the event story itself, Skully says he is so happy, he’ll kiss everyone again. Leona tells him if he values his life, then don’t. CONSENT 👏 KING 👏

[yoha-oa-art]

I wanted to make them from Natlan but to say the truth since we know nothing about Natlan I'd rather save my self the hassle and chose the closest thing ◉⁠‿⁠◉

Me imagining umehara recording for both Alhaitham and Leona talking to each other...

Also me tring to convince Saku to make Leona a dendro vision : Leona King "scholar" + lion's "den"dro ........i almost lost a friendship

Next: Octatrio

[povoti]

Maybe some Leona King scholars art??🙏🙏

My glorious King ∠(･`_´･ )

[ravenlking]

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 once upon a dream, a prince fell in love with a prefect

gender-neutral warnings: none genre: fluff a/n: - the leona brain rot is contagious guys, watch me simp over him all over again - the banner belongs to me, but the pictures are from the official manga! please do not steal! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Leona's ears flicked around idly along with his tail snaking up your leg to wrap around your ankle. You only smiled before placing a kiss on the crown of his forehead, igniting a smile to crawl onto his face. The botanical garden was a myriad of colors and scents, sweet from lavenders, sour from the unknown fauna native only to Twisted Wonderland.

"Oi, herbivore," Leona called out, interrupting your train of thought.

"Mhmm?"

"You write poetry right?" He smirked, his lips curved into a shape that felt oh-so-familiar on his face. You nodded, confused.

"Well then, serenade me."

You scoffed before rolling your eyes.

"It's not that easy, kitty cat." You flicked his forehead. Leona rolled his eyes.

"Don't believe ya," He sat up, changing his position to rest his head in the crook of your collarbone. He nuzzled himself, breathing in your scent as you laughed. His wild hair was ticklish. "Come on then. Be inspired by me."

You hummed, a quick idea bursting into your mind as you opened your mouth to speak.

"love you even if i have all the love in the world over the moon and beneath the stars never going to give you away after all this time and always

be my king, be my scholar, be my prince, be my everything and in between."

You trailed off awkwardly, a blush flaming your cheeks as you looked away unable to look at your lover in the eye. A wet kiss placed onto your sensitive skin made you jump slightly before facing Leona. To your absolute shock and delight, a tiny, miniscule blush could be seen on his tanned skin and maroon brushed across his face.

"I knew you could do it," Leona held your chin firmly before pressing a kiss on your lips. "But you'd choose me? Over anything?"

You nodded before kissing him again, eyes shut.

"Leona Kingscholar," You smiled. "I wouldn't even think twice."

Leona laughed, his handsome face beaming like the sun with all his love for you. "Then you're mine, herbivore. And don't you think of ever getting away."

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I've Been Thinking About TWST Names: Savanaclaw

Yep.

Still doing this shit.

Why not?

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona - Very obviously comes from the word lion. I can't really find anything behavioral to draw from this name besides the fact he's lazy like a male lion on a sunny day.

Kingscholar - Very big references to Scar here, since he was a king, and scholar is similar to Scar. For Leona, I'd say it's because he's the second-born, and therefore almost king, and he's pretty smart besides how he acts, giving the "scholar" part of the name.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie - It literally comes from how he grew up, but can also be seen as how the hyenas he's based off of lived.

Bucchi - In Japanese, Buchi is the name of the spotted hyena, the type of hyena Ruggie both is and is based off of.

Jack Howl:

Jack - .... Honestly? No freaking clue. (after doing some research) The wiki says the name could be based off the author of White Fang, a movie that Walt Disney made a live-action film out of. (after some more research) Actually, that'd be pretty cool, since Jack is a wolf and White Fang is literally about a wolf.

Howl - Obvious for a last name for a wolf, but I can't think of anything behavioral wise.

..... I did really bad on this one....

I hope Octavinelle is better....

[ventique18]

The fact that Leona's surname is Kingscholar but he's neither a king nor a scholar.

Meanwhile same VA Alhaitham is both a scholar and a king (practically, somehow, kinda: Acting Grand Sage).

[snappit-the-snek]

Mc: you know I find your last name quite hypocritical

Leona: the hell you mean?

Mc: I mean, the first part of your last name is King, and that parts obvious your royalty of the Sunset Savannah. It's the scholar bit thats hard to believe. I mean have you seen your attendance rate.

Leona:......how dare you- >:(

Bonus:

Crewel: Kingscholar, what may I ask made you grace us with your presence today?

Leona: I'm proving a point

[cyath]

He is just so GAJJAHSJWKA<33 One of my faves

Edit: I almost forgot to add the scar LMAO 💀💀

[bloodthirstybatty]

Downpour

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Leona x reader

Hurt/comfort

Disclaimer: I have dyslexia, given that my writing can suck. Please be mindful of this, thank you!🙏❤️

TW: depression and mention of suicide.

A/N

I was originally going to make this a multi-character fanfic but I realized with my dyslexia it's easier for me to only write for one character. I picked Leona because I find comfort in him so it's a bit of a self-insert/vent fanfic of how I would feel if I was yuu.

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Downpour

It was raining cats and dogs, you ran fast trying not to trip and fall from the slick ground. You decided your best chance is to run to the botanical garden since it was close by, you turn left and blotted towards the door of the garden.

Catching your breath, you look around to see the rain hit the dome of the gardens, it was beautiful and peaceful. Walking you think about what earlier, you and Crowley got into a disagreement, the showers were getting less hot from the boiler being ancient and your flip phone was cutting off all the Time, so you went to Crowley to ask for an upgrade. He then called you ungrateful and that you should be more understanding on how hard he is working to get you home, that you should realize that your stuff cost school money, and that you could have been on the streets if it wasn't for his kindness... You were tried, very tried. Not just from the argument you had with Crowley but everything, school, tasks from Crowley, ramshackle falling apart, over lots, being belittled for not having magic, etc... You were depressed, you felt alone and felt that nobody truly had your back, even grim sometimes.

You continued to walk around the garden when you spotted a certain someone's tail, it was Leona's. There he lay asleep, peacefully snoring, you stared for a minute before you decide to sit next to him so you could have some company while doing your homework. As you were doing your work you couldn't stop crying a little, tears fell and hit your paper and you sniffle causing the lion next to you to stir in his sleep. you got startled by it, you thought you awakened the lion, you started to hypervalent, you didn't want to cause your hyperventilation to fasten, you started to cry from it, you were freaking out, you were having a panic attack. Just then the lion next to you arose, however, you didn't notice he did.

"Are you crying?", "huh?" you froze, you thought you just made another person mad at you. "are you crying?" he repeated, "i- a no, no I'm not," you said in a panic. "yes you are I can see it, you have tear stains on your homework" "I'm fine, it's just allergy" "no it's not your having a panic attack, your heart is racing and your shaking like a leaf" "i-" you couldn't get any words out, your panicking started to worsen. Leona shifted his body he was now close to you, he looked into your eyes "tell me" you stared into his eyes stunned, you could believe it, leona king scholar was considered for you, generally considered! He was the first person that saw your true discomfort. Taking a deep breath you began to speak.

"i-i, sorry" you took another deep breath to get rid of the frog in your throat, talking about feelings was hard for you, you never really talked to anyone about them in your life, and you mostly found ways to overcome your feelings. "so?" "did you and grim get in a fight?" looking back up to leona you said "no, no I and grim are fine, we didn't get into an argument, actually me and that damn bird did" you huffed. "what did that bird do to you to be all worked up?" your tears started again, just thinking about it was tough. "he called me ungrateful! I just went to him because my water was not getting hot and my phone is a busted piece of crap, then he called me ungrateful, and that he had to spend school money to get me those things. He also said he cant solve every lotion of mine since he's already trying to solve how to get me home!" your voice was now horses from your ranting, but you didn't feel better from it. "your not ungrateful herb- uh y/n" you bit your lip and looked away "maybe I am, tho.. Like I could have been in the streets, if it wasn't for Crowley" "no your not! Stop saying dumb things" "im sorry" you mumbled. Still crying you turned back to leona he look serious, a different kind of serious unlike usual. "I can tell you have more to say, this isn't all that's troubling you, go on spill" "that's true there is more.." "well?"

You fiddled around trying to calm down, you knew if you didn't you would sob. You tried to take several deep breaths but you were still shaking so you decided to spill, "im tried!" "im tried of everything!" "im tried of this school, of living in ramshackle, of overblots" you shaking sobbed taking a deep breath you begin to speak again "im tried of always being called hero from saving people from overblots!" "i-i- IM TRIED OF LIVING!" you shouted, "im tried of life, I want to disappear for good, I don't want to be here" you wiped your tears away but they were like a river, sniffling you squeezed you risk to stop you from panicking. You then looked up at leona, you thought you said to much but his eyes were soft, he then spoke "your feelings are valid, you shouldn't have to be going though this, you didn't choose to" he then stood putting his hand out for you, you reached it and he pulled you up into a hug, leona kingscholar was hugging you! You felt relief flow through you, all your worriedness left your body, you felt peace. Leona the pulled way "if anything is troubling you come to me first okay, I'll help you resolve it" "thank you leona" you smiled. He then pulled your hand to make you follow him "the run stopped lets get something to eat, I'll pay."

Later that week you had a better phone and your plumbing was fixed, all thanks to Leona, you felt grateful. You have to now had protect you, you don't have to worry now. Leona and you also stared to hang out more, eating lunch and sitting in the garden.

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A/n

I hope you liked it! I tried to write it on how I thought leona would actually acted in a situation like this, I want to have him pull you down to nap with him but I don't this he's the type to do that unless you were dating. I also know Leona is canonly protecful and keeps his eye out on others, he doesn't say it but he shown sides of it.

If you want me to wrote more stuff then please put in a submission, also comment down below what you thought of the story!! ❤️❤️❤️

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Character Name Meanings Analysis

Hello, I am back with another character name analysis. I posted my first one on Heartslabyul the other day. Well, I have a moment to analyze a few more as there's only three to look at. Today, we'll be looking at the names of the characters in................................

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So first up is Leona Kingscholar

Looking at his first name.... well.... between me and you, I don't know how I'd feel if I were a beastman and I was literally named after the animal that is apart of me.... I don't know how I would feel about that. The name Leona literally translates to lion from Latin I believe. Whenever I've looked it up, it appears to be from Latin Leo for lion. The name is fine and fits the character well enough. I just have to wonder how someone names their son after the actual animal. But either way, it's fine. Alright, so looking at his last name: Kingscholar

Well, two words. King and scholar.

Now if you were to write it as King's scholar, the Merriam Webster dictionary defines that phrase as; "a student in an English school or college who is supported by a foundation created by or under the auspices of a king". (Auspice meaning a divine or prophetic token.) Well leona would be, in a sense under his brother, who is the king, and he's going to school. Seemingly mostly to get away from home.

I wouldn't say that that would narrow down the reason for that being chosen as his name though. That may just be a little coincidence. No, more likely, his last name is meant to define him as being very smart (which he is), capable, and the need for him of actually wanting to be king. In universe, the name kingscholar could have developed down the years from the royal lineage of kings wanting a name that denotes their status as well as one of the most important things any would be ruler could hope to possess. Intelligence.

Now, we go onto my next vict- I mean name analulee. (No that's not a word. I just decided to make it up. Analulee: denoting to one who is being analyzed.)

Alright you're up Mr. Jack Howl!

So, out of curiosity, let's look at the meaning of the name Jack, and how it relates to the character.

Okay, so everywhere I look the name seems to mean "God is gracious."

Jack being a diminutive name of John or it may be short for Jacques. (The origin of the name itself, not the character. I'm not speculating that his name is Jacques. Although....) Jacques meaning supplanter. one who wrongfully or illegally seizes and holds the place of another. synonyms: usurper.

Now I'm not saying that Jack is anything like the above description. (And if you were thinking what about Jack being short for Jackson, the name Jackson means son of Jack. Not as interesting to look at, but I included it here.)

I have heard others say and speculate that Jack was so named for the author of "Call of the Wild" and White Fang, Jack London. White fang being the story of a wolf who learns to be tame.

I don't know about jack being from that story. Also, this is not a 'who are the characters based off of' list, so I don't want to spend too much time on this. Disney does have a live action move of White Fang, but I don't know.... if jack is based off of that, that would make him the first character to not be related to a Disney animated movie. But nice nod to the authors name I suppose.

His last name! I'm not analyzing it..... I think you know why.

Ruggie Bucchi

The urban dictionary defines his name as: A combination of finesse and cool. Finessing your way to live a lavish life, or just taking all risk necessary to.

Well yeah, that sounds like ruggie. He's just trying to survive! But that's only one of the Meanings taken from the urban dictionary.

His name doesn't really seem to be anywhere. The closest word that his name makes me think of is rugged. Which would make me think of his harsh living conditions. Now for his last name!

Bucchi

If you spell it buchi it is the name for the spotted hyena in Japan. So kind of obvious with his name being that.

Well I hope you enjoyed this one. Our next analysis will be taking us under the sea.

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Meet My Hawke;

~A Reckoning of The Blood

Caron Hawke was born in Lothering on 9:12 to Malcom and Leandra Hawke. As the eldest child of Malcom, she inherited the secrets of the family, and the responsibility that her younger siblings would never know about. For the Hawke family it all started back in Tevinter, when a promise was made to a dragon god in exchange for powerful magic. The name of this god was lost to the ages though some scholars have hypothesized it was Dracais, though no priests of the old gods can say for certain. Caron and her younger brother Carver served in Arl Leonas Bryland's military at Ostagar, after watching the fall of the Grey Wardens and the King of Feralden; both siblings fled back to Lothering to gather up their mother and sister. In a moment, that looking back changed everything for Caron, she used magic to save a Templar and his wife and drew the attention of a dragon that felt familiar in her very blood. A new promise was made, the templar died and they all made it Kirkwall, as safe as one could be in a city built on the ashes of magister folly. Over the course of six years Hawke rose to some stature in Kirkwall and between money, occasional doses of blackmail and fear managed to avoid capture in the Gallows, her younger brother; blighted and a member of the Grey Wardens coming into his own, and she had a motley crew of an abomination, a rogue, a duelist thief, a former slave, another blood mage, and the Captain of the Kirkwall City Guard. Somehow all the different personalities worked. Chuckles fell in love with broody elf, and I am not personally sure how that worked out with Chuckles' blood magic, but it worked even Bianca was jealous of them. Hawke learned the secrets of her family, and the reason as to why she had to practice blood magic. She also met Corypheus, an awakened darkspawn and if you are to believe him, a magister of old tevinter who walked the Golden City. She thought we killed them but her help would be needed again when the sky tore asunder and Corypheus didn't stay dead. These days though I hear she and Fenris have been working with Shadow Dragons, can't say I am not surprised. Kirkwall was never home to Chuckles and Broody he had plans for Tevinter, and chuckles well she promised to take him to strange places and she always kept promises. It means you will be the death of me I'll take you to stranger places yet, just watch

Just as with my Meet My Rook and Meet My Inquisitor, the idea for this came from  @eurodyne-d post they did for their Rook, Valentin Mercar. Caron can be found under my tag #Caron Hawke, and any fanfiction for her will be under the series title of Blood of Mythal including a prequel of oral traditions amongst Malcom's family. Per canon Hawke is a Bloodmage who romanced Fenris, and Hawke was not left in the fade. Watch in 10 years bioware make me say I did leave her in the fade. If you have any questions please do feel free to drop into the ask box.

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There Plant Eyes: A Personal and Cultural History of Blindness. By M. Leona Godin. Pantheon, 2021.

Rating: 3.5/5 stars

Genre: history, disability studies

Series: N/A

Summary: There Plant Eyes probes the ways in which blindness has shaped our ocularcentric culture, challenging deeply ingrained ideas about what it means to be “blind.” For millennia, blindness has been used to signify such things as thoughtlessness (“blind faith”), irrationality (“blind rage”), and unconsciousness (“blind evolution”). But at the same time, blind people have been othered as the recipients of special powers as compensation for lost sight (from the poetic gifts of John Milton to the heightened senses of the comic book hero Daredevil).

Godin—who began losing her vision at age ten—illuminates the often-surprising history of both the condition of blindness and the myths and ideas that have grown up around it over the course of generations. She combines an analysis of blindness in art and culture (from King Lear to Star Wars ) with a study of the science of blindness and key developments in accessibility (the white cane, embossed printing, digital technology) to paint a vivid personal and cultural history.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: ableism

I saw this book on a reading list for disability month, and as a lover of literature and cultural studies, I figured it would be up my alley.

Overall, I found this book to have some valuable insights regarding blindness and culture, and I appreciated the way it put those concepts in conversation with the author's personal experiences. Godin uses examples from history and pop culture as a springboard for exploring broader concepts that continue to inform society's "ocularcentrism" - prioritizing sightedness as a default state. She also reflects on her own experiences and how navigating the world as a blind/visually impaired person has revealed the way society is structured around ableism.

But while a lot of this book is useful and introduces readers to challenging ocularcentrism, there are some limitations. For one, this book tries to be a lot of things at once: history, literary criticism, social science, memoir. I appreciate a good genre-defying work, but trying to cover a lot of ground also means that some analyses aren't as deep and well-explored as they could have been. For two, this book centers Western culture, and even that feels very broad. There's not really a lot of information about how disability intersects with race or sexuality or gender (though there are some nods to these topics, the umbrella of "blindness" and "western" feel extremely broad).

But maybe these limitations leave room for future scholars to add their voices. Because There Plant Eyes is so broad, it serves as a good introduction to certain topics, but isn't (or shouldn't be) the end-all be-all of disability studies.

TL;DR: There Plant Eyes is useful for getting readers to start thinking about ocularcentrism in "Western" culture, but if you plan on taking disability studies seriously, you need to build on Godin's work by reading about how disability intersects with other identities.