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Happy belated Valentine's Day

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Sourdough French Toast with Strawberry Compote: Your New Brunch Obsession!

Weekend brunch should be warm, cozy, and just a little bit extra—without the stress. That’s exactly what this sourdough French toast with whipped cream and chunky strawberry compote is all about. It takes simple, end-of-week ingredients and turns them into something so dreamy you’ll feel like you’re sitting in a sun-drenched café.

This is French toast for the people who say they don’t even like French toast. Why? Because it’s not mushy. It’s not boring. It’s sourdough—crispy-edged, custardy-centered, and full of flavor. Add a warm fruit compote made from strawberries that were seconds away from compost, a swirl of whipped cream, and you’ve got brunch magic.

Whether you’re meal-prepping for the weekend or looking to rescue those almost-too-old fridge ingredients, this recipe is here for you. Let’s dive in.

🥖 Why We’re Obsessed with Sourdough for French Toast

If regular sandwich bread French toast leaves you underwhelmed, this is your glow-up moment. Sourdough is the unsung hero of the brunch world. It has just enough structure to soak up the custard without collapsing. Its crust gets golden and crisp, while the inside turns soft—but not soggy. Plus, the subtle tanginess of sourdough balances beautifully with sweet toppings.

It’s also the best way to give that end-of-week sourdough loaf a second life. Even dry or slightly stale slices work better than fresh bread here. Actually... they work best.

If your sourdough is still too fresh, just toast it lightly or let it sit out for 30 minutes before dipping.

🛒 Ingredient Lineup (You Likely Have These Already!)

This recipe makes enough for 2–3 servings but scales easily for a crowd.

For the French toast:

4 slices sourdough bread (stale or day-old is ideal)

4 large eggs

1 cup almond milk (or oat, dairy, or your fave alternative)

1 tsp pure vanilla extract

Pinch of salt

For the quick strawberry compote:

1 cup strawberries (fresh or overripe)

1–2 tbsp honey or maple syrup (adjust to taste)

1 tsp lemon juice

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

For the whipped cream topping:

1/2 cup cold heavy cream

1 tsp powdered sugar (optional)

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

This is a great moment to use what you’ve got. Got only two eggs? Halve it. No almond milk? Any milk will do. That’s the beauty of this recipe—it’s flexible, forgiving, and full of flavor no matter what.

🍓 What’s a Compote, Anyway?

Think of compote as the rustic, no-fuss cousin of jam. It’s quick, chunky, and meant to be enjoyed warm. While jam is thickened with pectin and usually packed with sugar, compote lets the fruit do the talking. You cook it just long enough for the juices to thicken slightly and the fruit to soften—but never so long that it disappears into jelly.

Our version is made from strawberries that were this close to going bad in the fridge. We simmer them with a bit of honey, some lemon juice to brighten things up, and vanilla for warmth. The result? A spoonable topping that’s glossy, sweet, and packed with juicy berry bits.

You can swap in nearly any fruit you’ve got hanging around—raspberries, blueberries, peaches, nectarines, even plums or apples. As long as they’re soft enough to break down a bit with heat, you’re golden.

👩‍🍳 Step-by-Step Instructions

Step 1: Make the Strawberry Compote

Add your strawberries, honey, lemon juice, and vanilla to a small saucepan. Bring everything to a gentle simmer over medium heat. Let it cook for about 8 to 10 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the berries soften and start to break down.

You can mash them slightly with a spoon or leave them a little chunky—your call! We love leaving some whole pieces for texture. Once it’s thickened slightly, take it off the heat and let it cool. It will continue to set as it cools.

Pro tip: Leftover compote? Spoon it over oatmeal, swirl it into yogurt, or add it to chia pudding.

Step 2: Whip the Cream

If you’re making fresh whipped cream, this is your moment. Add cold heavy cream to a mixing bowl (metal works best), along with the vanilla and powdered sugar. Whip it until soft peaks form. You can use a hand mixer, stand mixer, or even a whisk if you’ve got the arm strength and some time.

Place it in the fridge to chill until you’re ready to serve. Bonus: it keeps well for a day or two in a sealed container.

Step 3: Prepare the French Toast Custard

In a wide, shallow bowl, whisk together the eggs, almond milk, vanilla, and salt. The salt helps balance the sweetness and enhances the flavors.

Dip each slice of sourdough into the custard, letting it soak for about 10 to 15 seconds per side. You want the bread to feel saturated but not falling apart.

If your slices are extra thick or extra dry, give them a few more seconds—but don’t overdo it, or you’ll lose that perfect texture we’re going for.

Step 4: Cook the French Toast

Heat a nonstick or well-seasoned cast iron skillet over medium-low heat. If needed, add a little butter or neutral oil to prevent sticking.

Place your custard-soaked slices in the pan and cook for 3–4 minutes on each side until golden brown and lightly puffed. If you're making a bigger batch, keep the finished slices warm on a baking sheet in the oven at 200°F while you finish the rest.

🥞 Let’s Build Your Brunch Plate

Once all your components are ready, it’s go-time.

Plate your golden sourdough slices, spoon on a generous amount of the warm strawberry compote, and top it all off with a dollop (or mountain) of whipped cream. If you’re feeling fancy, dust with powdered sugar or add a drizzle of maple syrup for that extra brunch sparkle ✨

You can also add sliced fresh fruit, toasted almonds, or even a drizzle of nut butter if you want to level it up.

Serving suggestion: this pairs beautifully with coffee, a mimosa, or some sparkling water with lemon and mint.

💡 Why You’ll Make This Again (and Again)

It uses up what you’ve already got: stale sourdough, end-of-week eggs, and soft fruit.

It’s flexible, adaptable, and dairy-free optional.

It’s golden and crispy, not mushy or soggy like regular French toast.

It looks beautiful and tastes even better.

It feels like a weekend treat—but it’s easy enough to make on a weekday too.

This is one of those recipes that makes you feel like you’ve got your life together, even when you’re scraping the bottom of the fridge.

🔁 Tips, Tricks, and Swaps

Fresh bread? Let it sit out or lightly toast it before soaking.

No almond milk? Any milk works—dairy, oat, soy, coconut, whatever you’ve got.

No strawberries? Use blueberries, blackberries, or chopped apples or plums.

Dairy-free? Sub in plant-based milk and coconut whipped cream.

Gluten-free? Use your favorite gluten-free sourdough or rustic loaf.

Want to feed a crowd? Turn this recipe into a baked French toast casserole. Just double the custard, slice up your bread, and layer it all in a buttered baking dish. Bake at 350°F for 35–40 minutes until golden and puffed.

📌 A French Toast FAQ

Can I make French toast with fresh bread? Yes, but let it dry out a bit first. A slightly stale loaf will soak up the custard without falling apart. You can also toast fresh slices lightly to mimic that dryness.

Can I make the compote ahead of time? Absolutely! It keeps well in the fridge for up to 5 days in a sealed container. Just reheat gently before serving.

Is this recipe freezer-friendly? Totally! Cook the French toast, let it cool completely, and freeze between parchment layers. Reheat in a toaster or oven. The compote can also be frozen in small portions.

What’s the best pan to use? A non-stick skillet or well-seasoned cast iron pan works best for that crisp, golden finish.

Where can I find more Brunch Recipe ideas? If you're looking for easy but elevated brunch and breakfast ideas check them out here!

💌 Now It’s Your Turn!

Tried it? Made it your own? We seriously want to see your creations! Tag @TastyCue on Instagram or drop a comment below to tell us what fruit you used or how you switched it up.

And if cozy, low-waste brunches are your jam (pun intended), don’t forget to subscribe to our newsletter. We’ve got plenty more where this came from—think comfort food, fridge rescues, and delicious recipes that make the most of what you’ve already got. 🥰

Much love,

Sidney and Thomas

Source: Sourdough French Toast with Strawberry Compote: Your New Brunch Obsession!

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the stahnleon version for you guys 🌻🌹❤️❤️❤️

his seiyuu covered romeo and cinderella so it's only natural a redraw of the song exists here it is if you wanted to hear it: https://youtu.be/fspM3kEWzp4?si=pY16y7LlH0JqTHVu

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The Whole Nine Yards - roseofseinegald

The Whole Nine Yards: Your character is a hell of a boyfriend/girlfriend and has planned an entire Valentines day surprise. How do they go about it? 

(IadmitI'mcheatingabitwiththebaseidea)

It had been days since the beginning of the month, two weeks to be exact actually, and a certain blond was surprised he'd been able to get everything prepared without being found out for that long. At the moment, he was fishing the last bit of gald he needed from his money pouch in order to hand it over in exchange for his purchase. Thankfully, Lion hadn't seen fit to take his personal savings like he had once or twice before. With the box in his hands, the blond left the bakery to return to the inn to finish setting up the table he'd stored in his room.

Dymlos still couldn't understand how it was possible. Not only had his idiot master been able to keep quiet about it, but also it seemed, according to Chaltier, that Lion had no idea of what was to happen. What was most surprising, however, was the fact that Stahn had awoken before nine that morning simply to set it all up. Though most were unaware of that fact, seeing as he ended up not leaving his room until at least 11:30 anyway.

Stahn grinned, eyes staring at the set table for a moment before turning to Dymlos. "Think it'll work?" All he received in return was a slightly amused, though also disgruntled, expression before the dark-haired male's form disappeared. "Geez, thanks for the vote of confidence, Dymlos..."

Nevertheless, the blond made his way down to the main floor, looking for his friend. "Hey, Rutee, have you seen Lion? I...wanted to ask him something."

Shifting so her right hip protruded out to one side, the lens hunter's expression soured. "I haven't seen him since I accidentally bumped into him a few hours ago. Why? If it's nothing more than a simple question, you may wanna wait til tomorrow or something. He looked more cranky than usual."

"...Oh." While he response didn't instill the most confidence in the country-bred male as he would have liked, he still went off in search for Lion. Eventually, he was able to locate the young swordsman. Though...nothing was really going according to his plan.

For example, the one he was looking for, when found, simply crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the blond. "I do not see the reason why I should follow you back to the inn. It's hardly nightfa-" Lion's words were cut short, a gloved hand reaching out and grabbing the younger's arm and pulling him along with all the force the blond held.

"Just come on, okay? Geez...." Stahn muttered to himself, frowning slightly before glancing back. "It's a surprise, okay? I...wanted to show you something, so would you mind going along with it? Just for today at least?" Seeing as he knew the idiot wouldn't leave him alone otherwise, as persistant as usual, the young knight nodded, following behind Stahn and up towards the room he had at the inn. Though much to Lion's annoyed confusion, he didn't explain a thing even as the blond turned and asked him to shut his eyes.

Frowning, Lion did so. If he had already come this far, who was to say he shouldn't simply go along with it? The sound of the door opening was  overshadowed by the scents that wafted over to him, causing violet eyes to snap open moments before he strode into the room. Coming upon the table Stahn had previously set up, he came to see that it was filled with several different types of desert. Though not one looked as though the blond himself had made it. Whether or not this bugged Lion was uncertain.

Stahn watched the younger look over the various food, wondering if he was calculating the cost of each one in his head. His spine stiffened when the younger turned his eyes upon him, unsure what to. "Wh-wha-?" Sapphire eyes widen as a pair of arms wrap around him, successfully silencing the older male.

"...I...appreciate the effort. Th..." Lion's voice softened, though the sentiment was clear, earning him a wide grin from Stahn. "What?!" He demanded, eyes narrowing slightly. "It's nothing to- Stop grinning at me like that, Hayseed!"

Despite the younger's protests, Stahn remained amused at the captain's reaction. Though the scowl he earned by shuffling out of Lion's hold to go take a box from the table beside his bed. Upon returning to stand before him and offers it to him. "It...may not taste as good as it should but....here."

Within the box was slightly misshapen flan. Looking up through dark bangs, Lion's gaze held a hint of confusion. "Where did you get this from? Surely you didn't waste gald on this poor excuse for-"

He cringed, listening to Lion shoot down the quality of the treat in his hands. Stahn's head turned away, a small frown upon his face. "I...know it looks bad. But, it was the best of the ones I made. Sorry if it's not up to-"

"You made this flan?"

"Uh...yeah. Why? Does it smell funny or something?"

"No, it...it looks like it should be fairly edible." The younger of the two look back to the table, then to the treat within his hands. "...Thank you, Stahn."

[animeartfreak]

Have you ever day dreamed about an event that is supposed to happen in the future, but hasn't happened yet? Like say meeting someone you talk to all the time, but haven't physically met yet? If yes, then story, please! I really would like to know.

Hm, I have done that once, but the reality ended up...a bit less awkwardly than I had imagined. *chuckles* However, the start of such a meeting was better than I had thought, much more amusing to me too. And continues to be every time it's mentioned. So, thank you anon for allowing me to bring this up once more.

To keep the story short: I had planned to surprise my little sister with a cosplay I had been working on. She once mentioned that she'd flip out if she ever met someone who cosplayed Stahn Aileron from Tales of Destiny in person. Seeing as I enjoy being a derp, though know Stahn mostly from Tales of the World: Radiant Mythology, and that my Stahn muse had grown on me quickly after creating his blog, I figured why not cosplay him too? Bring my Destiny OTP to life (StahnLion). So, made it and ended up getting a happy knight captain to hug me once she saw me. Thus the beginning of a derpy adventure for half a day or so at a convention. The end, Anon~! 

[fortunesrevolver]

> Of Escaping Fangirls [A Tales of Destiny Fanfic]

Summary: In which Lion just can't take the fangirls anymore and decides something must be done in order to stop them. [Could be taken as a slight AU.] Pairing: StahnxLion (Sort of.) Rating: K+/T

I need a BETA and better title for this.

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"Wh-what I mean to say, Lion-sama, is that I...!"

If it hadn't been for the certainty that Chaltier would likely scold him for walking away before the female standing in front of him could finish, Lion would have been gone by now. His features were set in a carefully practised expression of indifference as he stood perfectly still, arms crossed and back straight, and putting a great deal of effort into holding his tongue. He knew well what was coming -- as she was the third one who dared approach him that day -- and he quickly growing tired of having to deal with it all.

"I-I really like you!"

There it was; the words he'd been waiting for. The sooner they came, the sooner he could end this, and the sooner he could return to his duties.

Raising an eyebrow, Lion raised a slender hand and gave the bangs handing over his right eye a careful flick. Immediately, the girl flushed and the knight took a moment to wonder why the simple act of flipping his hair sent them into a flustered, sputtering mess. It was supposed to be a gesture to show that he didn't care; a sign that he was waiting for the conversation to end and say: "Dear Gods, you are annoying. Shut up, listen to my authoritative position, and go away."

Clearly these people just did not get it.

Common sense said that, as much as the females of Seingald gossiped, they would eventually manage to get the word across that Lion Magnus was always one to turn down declarations of love. While the rumours of this fact were well-known, it seemed that the more people who discovered this, the more they'd try to gain his favour. The swordsman knew well of reverse psychology, but this was borderline ridiculous; it was as if they took his lack of interest in their personal being as a challenge.Some even went so far as to take his blatant refusal of their romantic advances as playing an elaborate game of Hard to Get;a game that Lion was convinced girls made up in an attempt to get males to submit to their feelings if only to get them to just shut up and stop.

Not that it worked with him; absolutely not. Lion Magnus was a great many things, and stubborn was one of them -- though there were some brave enough to suggest he was simply hard-headed. Fortunately, they were almost always silenced by a well-placed glare; those who were not quickly corrected themselves after being acquainted with the knight's favoured air-born hammers.

Still, while he didn't like the confessions by any means, Lion was one who would give credit where it was due. At least this girl, unlike many of those who came before her, had spent the earlier part of the week talking to him whenever she was given the chance. Rutee had insisted the female race was dead-set on wooing him, but the raven-haired male was sceptical. 

Flipping their hair and giggling insensately as they battered their eyelashes was not cute nor attractive; it was annoying.What they thought was an affectionate brush of their fingers against one of his limbs -- generally the arms -- send chills racing up and down his spine. Each touch left him with the odd sensation of needing to clean himself because all of them felt the dire need to bathe in overpowering perfumes that made even his sweet-tooth want to gag. Heavens have mercy on him if they decided to cook something. His stomach had never been particularly sensitive, but he certainly didn't have whatever black hole of iron strength Stahn had. A week of being confined to his manor in bed after acquiring a rather violent case of food-poisoning from what a petite brunette girl had claimed were cookies left him untrusting of anything that came from someone he didn't personally watch cook.

What these girls did was most definitely not wooing. And if they believed this to be the case -- let alone effective-- then Lion was genuinely worried for the future generations.

A shy and subtle clearing of the throat pulled Lion from his thoughts. He blinked, shaking his head before he turned his focus back to the -- slightly shorter than himself -- blonde girl before him. The sunshine stands were tied back in two neat pigtails with bangs that framed the soft features of her face. Her eyes were wide, innocent, and blue. Very blue. The type of blue he could only remember seeing once before. Her hands wrung together at the level of her stomach as she regarded him with a nervous look. Her figure was humble; faint curves accented by her clothing and slender limbs. Overall, she certain matched the description of what most males would consider to be a "catch".

Unfortunately for her, Lion was not most males.

"I'm not interested," he said bluntly, letting his crossed arms fall to his sides.

The girl's breath hitched slightly as she flinched, as if his response had been closer to that of a slap than words. Her lips parted as if she were about to speak, but no words came out and she merely moved them silently. Lion could only be thankful she hadn't burst into tears -- he hated it when they did that, it made everyone look at him as if he'd been the one in the wrong -- and opted to attempt to leave before it reached that point. Alas, an expectant cough to his right caused him to pause.

Chaltier was floating near his head, bent over to meet Lion's gaze as he 'tutted' in disapproval. The raven swordsman's expression twisted into something that looked akin to one in physical pain before he sighed heavily and turned back to the quiet female.

"I mean, I unable to return your feelings, ah...?"

"Sophia," the blonde provided softly.

"I unable to return your feelings, Sophia," he muttered, feeling his throat fight against each word. The Swordian coughed again and it took a great deal of willpower to resist rolling his eyes. "I am flattered you see me so highly." Another cough, followed by Lion's silent sigh of displeasure. "I... apologise."

Chaltier finally fell silent with a satisfied smile, leaving Lion to believe he'd done enough. The girl was no longer looking at him as if he'd attacked her, but her eyes were beginning to water. He really needed to leave soon. It wouldn't end well if he stayed.

"N-no, that's... that's okay," she sniffed, producing a small cloth from her pocket. "I-I'm sorry. I just--I suppose a girl like me just... isn't the right type."

The word "no" sat at the tip of the knight's tongue, held in only by the sharp look of warning from his weapon companion. On a whole, Lion didn't much care if Chaltier scolded him for being cruel, he'd done so before, but somehow the stories of his rejection had an uncanny habit of making it to the ears of Marian. While his childhood crush on the kindly maid had faded into something closer to that of the love one might have for their mother, she still had the ability to make him feel guilty over not being "a gentleman" about all of this. Really, if they'd just all give up already, his life would be so much simpler.

"You..." Lion paused, unsure of what to say. He was always one to believe the blunt truth was the best way to deal with these situations, but the thought of being banned from flan for a week again kept him from answering as such. For several long seconds, he struggled, his eyes darting left and right as he searched for something, anything to help him out.

As he was beginning to feel the looming doom of a flan-less seven days,his gaze shifted just over the girl's shoulder and violet met blue.

Blue. The blue that was so similar to hers and yet...

Perfect.

"It isn't you. There's someone else."

"I-I'm sorry?" Tears were forgotten as Sophia stared at Lion in shock. "There's... huh?"

"There's someone else." Lion repeated the statement firmly before brushing past the young female and making a beeline toward that damned blue that just wouldn't leave him alone.

"You."

"Huh? Oh, Lion! He--"

"Silence, Hayseed." Leaving no room for protests, pale fingers wrapped around the collar of white armour and jerked the newcomer down. The yelp of surprise was cut off as Lion sealed the other's lips with his own and felt a slight rush of satisfaction as he was almost immediately submitted to.

After several seconds passed, the dark-haired knight pulled away and crossed his arms, turning to face Sophia with a small smirk. It was only the satisfaction that he'd finally found a way to stop their confessions before they began which kept his face from blooming crimson. "I don't like females."

The statement wasn't a lie per-say, as he'd yet to come across a female -- aside from Marian -- that he felt anything remotely similar to romance for. Though if he were to have said he preferred males (or even liked males) it would have been much closer to a lie. At least, this way, he wasn't lying, and he would live to see flan for another week and all the weeks following. Surely this rumour would spread quickly enough to keep him safe.

Behind him, Stahn's cheeks were performing a very good impression of the tomatoes being sold in a stand several yards to the right. Dymlos' spirit stood behind him, his eyes wide and jaw hanging, with Chaltier to his left looking every bit as surprised as his fiery former commander. It was likely a good thing that only the Swordian Master's were able to see and hear the spirits of their weapons; as the innocent mind of young Sophia would have been subjected to further torment as Dymlos released a rather loud "Holy shit" once he'd proper use of his voice.

"O-oh..." Sophia blushed, her own face rivalling Stahn's as she looked between the two males in shock. "I-I see, um, I-I'm very sorry to have bothered you. I... Please excuse me!" Bowing, the young blonde spun on her heels and hurried down the street, disappearing around the corner shortly after.

"...heh." Satisfied, Lion turned to face the male behind him. While he'd managed to escape the females of the city, he now had a completely different issue standing within arms reach. At least, he couldn't help but think, Stahn is easy to deal with. He won't make this more complicated than need be.

"Hayseed--"

"Dinner," Stahn suddenly spoke, making Lion pause in the middle of his sentence.

"...What?"

"Dinner," the blond Swordian Master repeated with a sheepish grin. "I mean, if you're gonna steal a kiss like that, shouldn't I at least get a date out of this?"

Lion raised an eyebrow in response and crossed his arms. His lips pursed slightly as he considered his options. At least with Stahn he would be able to make a quick escape if things escalated, and the swordsman was used to his temperament and preference to quiet. It wouldn't be that awkward.

"My treat. We can even get ice-cream afterwards."

"..." The raven's eyes softened in response and a faint smile slowly made itself present. At least the country boy been more graceful than the females had been. "Assuming I accepted your offer, when do you propose we have this 'date'?"

Stahn shrugged in response, "I dunno. I'm hungry now, are you?"

If the answer hadn't been expected and so typically Stahn, Lion was sure he would have been annoyed. Shaking his head in exasperation, he let out of soft "tch" before turning away and starting down the same road Sophia had disappeared down. "There is a reasonably priced restaurant nearby with sufficient chefs down the road. Don't lag behind."

Grinning, Stahn jogged forward quickly to catch up and laughed, earning a roll of the eyes from his shorter companion. The two Swordian spirits floated behind them in a stunned silence that was only broken as Chaltier glanced at Dymlos and asked in a tentative tone, "Um, what... just happened?"

Grunting, Dymlos only shrugged. "Hell if I know..."

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The following week Lion did his rounds of the city in a much better mood than before. A slight gleam was visible in his eyes, and the uncharacteristic joy in his smirk caused several citizens to double-take as he passed by. Much to his pleasure, not a single female had approached him since Sophia had, though many of them would still giggle as he walked by. Rumours of his dinner date with one of the other Swordian Masters had spread quickly, and the effect had been exactly what he had hoped for.

Much to his surprise, the dinner had been enjoyable, and several more had followed after it, with another planned for tonight. Rutee had released and even louder curse than Dymlos upon being told about the two of them, followed by uncontainable laughter. The others -- save for a certain body-building make, whose reaction had been similar to Rutee's -- were much more graceful and quiet in their congratulations. All in all, the results had been rather positive, and for once, Lion would agree that impulsive actions weren't all set to end in disaster.

"Uh, excuse me..." Stopping in mid-stride, Lion turned and came face-to-face with a young man with pale hair.

"Can I help you?"

"W-well," the male hesitated before bowing deeply and holding out a wrapped gift. "I-I like you!"

The sound of Chaltier's hysterical laughter roared in Lion's ears as the swordsman's eyebrow began to twitch dangerously. "Pikohan!"

[meltifye]

ouh this was like one of the first things i drew of them LOL, figured i'd share here

[meltifye]

i saw a drawing similar to the last slide and i got inspired (idr who drew it tho :( ) i love chelsea i wish her character had more so in my brain she likes to embarrass leon about anything related to stahn

also ignore the fact she's 14 but spells like a 6 year old it was funny

[meltifye]

ohh i have a good fully rendered piece of them in the works rn 👍 have this while i work on it 🤲

[frigid-moon-fall]

A little waltz

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Rest day

[meltifye]

destiny draws i did on paper a while back heheh i dont draw traditional that much anymore but it's fun when it works out in my favor and doesn't look like poop

[frigid-moon-fall]

I got the Leon route

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key to my heart

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I told myself anything more than imminence would be too embarrassing, but then... Ah, I'm so sorry...

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Made it in time for limited-edition cherry flavor