#ruggie buchi

[batneko]

[vertinventingventacular]

Spoiling your Hyena Boyfriend

(special request from whenwewereyounger!)

Hey, girlie! Just finished and rewrote some parts for this thing!

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Eat" you said. You crossed your arms, leg crossed over the other as the hyena beast-man stared, surprised at his food and how deliciously (EXPENSIVE) it looked

The two of you were currently at the new restaurant that recently opened near NRC. Crowley just gave you a few thaumarks for the "consensual" service you have offered the school and it was definitely worth the spending to see Ruggie eat the most delicious food he has ever tasted in his life

"uhh, sweetpea? This looks kinda expensive. How much did ya spend on this?" Ruggie hesitantly holds the eating utensils each one in his hand.

"it doesn't matter, I just noticed how unless it's an event at NRC, you don't eat anything fancy. And there's nothing wrong with that of course! I just want to spoil you is all" You immediately backtracked after Ruggie gave you a look

"Eh~? Are you sure? There's no catch in this, right?" despite the playful tone in his words, you can see the worry in his eyes.

You shake your head "no, there isn't, just eat up" you say as you smile at the blonde beastman

And he happily obeyed, munching on the food like there was no tomorrow. He knew he never said it much but, Ruggie felt really lucky having met someone like you

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Ruggie wiped his mouth with his wrist. You scrunch your face up in pretend disgust "eww, Ruggie– the servers literally set down some tissue for you"

The Hyena chuckles "shehehehe well, sorry. I don't have table manners" You smile at his antics

"how was the food do you like it?" You tilt your head at him as he holds his chin between his thumb and index finger

"it was actually nice. It feels good to eat somewhere else aside from the Mostro Lounge, I'm honestly gettin' kinda tired eating seafood." Ruggie shrugs "but anyways, thank you for taking me out to dinner, Sweetpea"

You nod at him "no need to thank me, I'm just glad you're eating the best."

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Hello, everyone! This is my first request post and also an example of how I write!

[randomshenaniganery]

How I see TWST bois

Ace = a surprisingly normal asshole friend i’ve had friends like these before

Deuce = himbo good boi

Trey = would have been normal if it weren’t for his fixation on teeth

Cater = I’ve met this bitch in school istg

Riddle = mommy issues meets anger issues

Leona = catboy ruins lives specifically mine

Jack = a good boi

Ruggie = babysitter for the rich

Azul = lil baby capitalist i want to tease him and be his friend for my amusement

Jade = you scare me sometimes but we have too many similarities for me to be comfortable 

Floyd = lil baby gremlin i want to be your friend i would spoil him unknowingly

kalim = obliviously gains through nepotism but good boi who’s doing his best

Jamil = victim of nepotism why does he look like he’s trying to seduce me-

Epel = you are my best friend and I will support your dream to be a himbo

Vil = we would not get along at all and i will have flashbacks of my mother in all the worst ways

Rook = I want to be your friend but you concern me very much

Idia = I will be your friend trust me its going to happen 

Ortho = the bestest boi the goodest boi has done nothing wrong i will die for you boi

Silver = a good boi, a good son, a good everything 

Sebek = please gain some social awareness for your sake

Lilia = adopt me i badly need a father mine is dead

Malleus = touch starved goth man who will also definitely be my friend he has no choice

[kaanagen]

For reference it'll be something like the music club but different setting that matches the club members:

[kay-kay-is-kray-kray]

Made more memes based on recent posts I've seen on Tumblr

[satans-my-spirit-animal]

I know that this is like the second video I've shared that involves Floyd dying but I love him I promise 😭

[spacespheal]

Messy eater

[i-am-the-hero-alfred-jones]

Ruggie Bucchi and Jade Leech inspired giraffe and zebra.

[lettucedoodles]

An older ruggus post but .. u can never have too many ruggie

[nonovyabuisness]

28/11/2024

Reading the Twisted Wonderland Heartslabyul novel has made me realize that it’s not just Leona and Vil who almost murdered/gravely injured someone before they fully overbloted.

In fact nearly all of them did…

Riddle tried to literally skewer Ace by transforming rose bushes into lances. (It’s not that obvious in the game but it is more so in the manga and EVEN MORE BRUTAL in the novel). If Trey hadn’t used his magic, Ace would have actually died or at the very least had life-threatening injuries.

Leona tried to disintegrate Ruggie Shigaraki style (from mha). Literally about to reduce that hyena to athoms if it wasn’t for Jack.

Azul sucking out the strength/magic/life force from everyone at Octavinelle. Pretty sure that left some mental scarring for the victims at least, wouldn’t be surprised if he would have stolen Leona and Ruggie’s entire life as a punishment for destroying his contracts.

Jamil driving everyone to exhaustion and possibly heat stroke by controlling Kalim. And wouldn’t be surprised if he would have let other Scarabia students beat the life out of him when they rebelled. Technically they were trying to do that when he was controlling all of them to attack Azul and Co.

Vil trying to poison Neige, with the guilt leading him to overblot.

While not technically attempting to kill/harm anyone BEFORE the overblot.

Idia and Ortho literally tried to destroy/conquer the world so that’s something. Also Idia was letting Ortho attack the Styx employees and civilians when he was running to join Ortho in Tartarus.

Now funny enough, Malleus is the only one to not have killed/gravely injured someone BEFORE his overblot. As far as we know the only person he (and kind of successfully) killed is Ortho. Although I don’t really know if his spell stops the persons trapped in their dreams from aging or not. Since it literally stops time I think it does. Which mean Malleus is currently the overblot with the least amount of bodily harm (done outside of dreams and to non-robotic beings). Although that will probably change soon…

Anyway it’s 10pm I should probably sleep…oh no

[ssrleona]

homecoming (I)

pairing: leona kingscholar x fem!reader

warnings: slight angst, allusions to childhood mistreatment

word count: 1.5k

s: at your insistence, you finally visit the afterglow savannah and meet Leona's family

a/n: this was written before the tamashna muina event released. and since I haven't read the trans yet, how I describe the savannah and its culture may not be the same as it was described in game. I'm East African, and since the lion king was essentially a mishmash of East African culture (mostly Kenya, Ethiopia, and for some reason some stuff from W. Africa), most of what I describe comes from my own cultural background + light research. enjoy!

It starts with a letter.

It’s not unusual for Night Raven College to be overrun by its unruly student body, but the coming summer holiday brings a new level of restlessness that hums through the walls. Hasty stops at the school store, last minute assignments, bittersweet goodbyes. Even the faculty seem on edge and ready to end the semester.

Ruggie all but collapses at your feet when he spots you in the hall of mirrors, heaving a woven basket twice his size. It’s filled to the brim with an assortment of different packages; mailers, bags, miniature boxes wrapped in newspaper clippings and assorted wrapping paper. A neat ivory envelope tied with a golden ribbon at the very top.

He gives it to you. “Could you hand this off to Leona? I have enough on my plate as it is.”

“Is it usually this bad?” You ask, eyeing the precarious stack that’s leaning just a little too close to the floor. You turn the envelope in your hands. The words on the front are written in a script you can’t make out, only recognizing ‘Leona Kingscholar’ in the far left corner. It’s bulky, like someone crammed multiple letters inside, but doesn’t take away the luxurious quality of the paper. It’s silk between your fingertips.

“It’s from his family, so I doubt he’d read it anyways,” Ruggie comments. He hefts the basket from the floor, “Throw it out if you want.”

His family.

Besides bitter remarks thrown in passing, Leona never speaks of them. Or his home. What you’re holding in your hands is the only piece of the other Kingscholar’s you’ve ever gotten so close to. The letter is tucked away before you give the suggestion a second thought. 

“You came all this way, I might as well.” 

“You just wanna read it, huh?” 

“And you wouldn’t?”

Ruggie laughs at that, turning to the door with a shake of his head. “There’s a reason curiosity killed the cat. Something’s I’d rather not know.”

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“Took you long enough.”

Warm arms circle your waist as you enter the room, dragging you backwards until you hit the plushness of his sheets. He’s practically on top of you. Flush against him, back to chest. His head finds its way to the crook of your neck and you can feel the sigh he releases on the wisps of your hair. The softness of his tail curling around your ankle.

Leona’s tone is scalding, but the delicate possessiveness of his actions tell you otherwise.

You turn your head. Heavy olive irises sharpen as you place the letter between the both of you. “I got caught up.”

Groaning, he’s quick to toss it on the nightstand before burrowing himself further into your neck. With you two so close, sheets ballooned around you, a drowsy warmth fills you. It’s hard not to fall into it.

“That’s the last thing I need right now.” He huffs.

You raise a brow. “You haven’t even read it.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s the same old shtick. Naggin’ me to come for break.” 

He sighs. “If it was up to me I’d just stay here.”

“Aw, you’d miss me that much?” You tease, yelping as he pinches your side. The laugh pulled from his lips ease into a yawn.

“In your dreams.” Leona exhales. His breath evens out, warm against the shell of your ear as he’s lulled into sleep. 

And that was that.

In your position on the bed, you have a perfect view of the nightstand, eyes catching the glimmer of gold ribbon in the dim light.

Coming to Twisted Wonderland, you’ve constantly been thrusted into the most asinine of situations all while being told to keep your head down and leave things where they lie.

But you're a curious sort by nature. It’s a hunger, insatiable in its pursuit to pick everything apart, examine every crack and rough edge, feel the grain against the pad of your fingers, piece by piece. You’ve disrupted the debased philosophies of Night Raven College’s elite because you’re always pushing for more, not settling for less.

This is not something you are ashamed of.

Yet, as you stare at the envelope in front of you, you can’t help but feel hesitant.

Leona is an enigma, an ever changing labyrinth. The moment you think you have him figured out, the layout changes and you’re back at square one. And it leaves you starved.

You want to know him, yearn to trace his patterns like the dips in the back of your hand; know where each curve started, why it ends, and swallow it whole to keep wherever you go.

 You also know this: if you push too far Leona will close himself away and never let you see these parts of him ever again. And you’ve grown greedy.

(Something’s I’d rather not know)

You grab the envelope.

The ribbon gives easily enough, and you’re met with letter after letter, all scrawled in messy print. You realize these were written by Cheka– asking his uncle how he’s doing, when he’s coming to visit, and what he’s been up to at the palace since the last time Leona saw him. On the bottom of some of the pages were crayon drawings: portraits of his parents and scenes of Leona and him together, exploring the palace or traveling through the city. 

As you sift through, a paper falls into your lap. 

It’s a photograph of Cheka and who you’d assume to be his parents. The man in the photo is laughing, light smile lines gracing his face. Cheka’s in his arms, and the woman beside them looks at the sight with fondness. The background is flooded with the country’s namesake- an assortment of orange, yellow, and pinks kaleidoscopes together in a painting of the setting sun. It looks homey, tender and inviting, and you can’t help the smile that curls around your lips.

You’d love to be there, surrounded in that warmth.

 Leona’s scoff makes you jump, looking over at him, and his bleary eyes meet your stare. His expression was mostly hidden in the depth of your shoulder but he didn’t look pleased. You didn’t realize you said the words aloud, or that your movements woke him.

“Go be a comedian if you wanna start telling jokes.” He grunts. You turn yourself in his grasp to face him fully and his arms tighten their hold. His hair is mused with sleep, blanketing the pillows beneath. Your hands itch to touch it.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” You insisted. He scowls at this, tail shifting back and forth beneath the sheets. “ I want to see the Afterglow Savannah, the palace, your family. It'd be nice to know where you grew up.”

The message is quiet. You do not tell me enough.

Leona grows silent. Contemplative. He knows when you get like this, stuck on an idea that overrules your every action, close to nothing can convince you otherwise. 

He told you once that’s a trait he liked about you in the best of times. 

( ‘But half the time it just makes you hard headed’ he said, and snickered at your glare.)

Leona knows you well, too well. Usually this would bring a coy flush to your face, but you couldn’t help but grimace at the thought.

“I just want to know more about you.” You admit. 

“You could just ask.”

“Like you’d tell me.”

He says nothing, looking through you, deep in thought. Leona doesn’t seem annoyed by your probing, but something about the furrow in his brows looks resigned. Bitter.

“There’s nothing worth seeing.” He bites out. “It’s a bunch of royals too stuck up to see past their ivory towers.”

The photo; the honest smiles and laughter.

“I’m sure there’s more than that.” You contend.

Something bubbles forth in him. A dark quality you haven't seen before. He growls deep in his throat. It’s too low for your ears to catch, but you feel it reverberate through the bed and into your chest. 

“ Yeah, the stupid age old rules they hide behind–and they're sure to ostracize anyone who steps outside it.”  He meets your gaze.“Birth order is the only thing that matters. If you’re not first then you’re nothing.”

 The vitriol in his tone catches you off guard, and the words fall away from your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Do you hate the Afterglow Savannah?” 

Instead of the eruption of anger you expected, the brewing storm leaves him sullen.

You regret it as soon as it passed through your lips

“You really don’t let up do you?” He sighs. Leona’s voice is oddly gentle. You wait for the other shoe to drop; anger, arrogance–anything. But it never comes. His arms move you so you’re in your original position, back to chest, as if the conversation never happened. Except this time, he curls himself into you– his body hiding you away, swallowing you whole.

“Stop worrying about it.” He mumbles. “Hurry up and sleep.”

You don’t. You spend that afternoon staring at the photo, tracing over their juvenile smiles.

Leona’s was not one of them.

TBC

[kamiraaah]

Question. How do you think all 3 Grandma's (Grandma Draconia, Grandma Bucchi, and Grandma Felmier) would look like as a friend group. Do you think they'd make a bad ass granny group or would they just drink tea and knit?

They would be a badass granny group!!

And get into some trouble (especially if their grandchildren are involved/in danger).

At first, they wouldn't even seem harmless, I mean, they would meet up to have tea, gossip, and even share embarrassing stories about their grandchildren! The possibilities are endless and I die laughing just imagining them interacting!

Grandma Felmier and Bucchi would be the friendliest of the group... I think the only one who would be more scary would be Grandma Draconia.

[twistedblunderhand]

Atp, Ruggie probably borrowed or stole enough from Leona that he doesn’t need to work so much, but he still does because it’s familiar to him. He doesn’t know what he’d do with so much free time

[sanyu-thewitch05]

They did it. NRC reached peak asshole to the point they made their teacher cry.

They’re making this poor man cry cus they don’t want to save the RSA students(Neige and Che’nya, others) who put themselves in harms way to let them escape. Literally they all but one asked if they could leave and go home instead of trying to save the RSA students in the flowers.

[diodellet]

ouh now u cant make me out mself like this ian oh no /j

(im trying to rack my brain and see if i liked anyone Before bcoming a twstie bcs i litrally knew Nothing ab this game*)

The character who was supposed to be your favorite is the one you are in love with

But whomst—ig it would have to be a toss-up betw these 2? (twst veteran oomf thought silver wud be my type, and ig aesthetically i like megane charas?? bonus points if they have a beauty mark. but azul had to be a capitalist 🤧)

The character who eventually became your favorite is the one who is in love with you

(ruggie's cute and a piece of shit, ofc he'd steal mheart. and rook is a patron of the arts i cannot Not like him. but jamil... this guy....the rabbit hole i have fallen down... the worms that have burrowed in my brainfolds bcs of him...absolutely unforgivable)

It was a cute Twitter post!!😍💞

I wanted to come up with something interesting and cute with it!!💞💖

The character who was supposed to be your favorite is the one you are in love with!!!👇

The character who eventually became your favorite is the one who is in love with you!!!👇

Please show me what you've got if you want!!🙏💕💕💕 You don't have to use a picture, just write a name or one picture, as you like! Btw Or maybe your love turned out to be mutual if the character turned out to be the first and remained the same?🤭 Anyway, I did it just for fun, you can tag each other!!