#leaf anon

[real-total-drama-takes]

I feel like heather would listen to eminem and alejandro would listen to lady gaga tbh -🍂

#leaf anon #td heather #td Alejandro

[total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel]

consider: onesided noco (on codys side) (noah loves owen)

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#total drama #noco #leaf anon #< I don’t recognize this one please tell me if there’s an alt name

[briseise]

could i request a pearl? the silly trash lady owns my heart

she has so many cute outfits but i only ever want to draw her in a big comfy sweater!

#she deserves to be cozy!!!! #briseiseart #asks #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #dans ma vie #em-mermaid #leaf anon

[swamp-chicken]

10 and 9 with ethubs? (What can i say, im biased) <3

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10. sharing a blanket with 9. secret ~ // 1,375 words

“You’re not getting out today, Etho!” Bdubs singsonged, grinning. He stood at the monolith entrance, holding the door open against the wind. Snow was neatly piled at the entrance, a clean line where it had blown against the door. It was at least three feet deep.

“I could get through that,” Etho contended, grumpily. He stood at Bdubs’ shoulder, ruffled and clutching his mug of coffee like it was a lifeline. He had just woken up.

“There’s no way,” Bdubs said. “We are having a snow day.”

Etho sighed, but didn’t argue. “This is why I live in jungles.”

Bdubs had initially been thrilled to have Etho as a roommate, to have him only a few flights of stairs away, but he ended up seeing him less often than not. Etho was usually out doing Etho things, and when he was home he was in the basement doing Etho things, crafting loudly and without remorse deep into the night. Bdubs occasionally caught a glimpse of him in passing, or in the kitchen throwing together a quick snack, before he disappeared back underground.

It was sad. Bdubs had wanted things to be like the old days, when they had lived together and worked together and laughed together late into the night… Instead, it was like they didn’t even live together at all.

But today—today, Etho couldn’t escape him. Bdubs practically ran up to the kitchen, wanting to get through his chores as quickly as possible, caught up in his imaginings.

They could sort through the shared storage on the first floor together, Bdubs pressing a few extra redstone blocks into Etho’s hands, and generously declaring “Oh, it’s nothing!” when Etho thanked him profusely.

They could cook together, working on a new recipe, Etho standing against his back and guiding Bdubs’ arm as he… stirred soup, or something. Bdubs honestly didn’t know that much about cooking.

Or they could huddle up in the living room, telling old stories, laughing, Etho’s smile getting fonder and fonder, Etho sliding closer and closer to Bdubs— until the moment was shattered by the crack of a log shifting in the fire, Etho pulling back with a blush painted across his pretty face.

Unfortunately, none of this could happen, because Etho hadn’t made an appearance yet. Bdubs put away the last of the dishes and slammed the cabinet door closed behind it. Where was he? Bdubs thought he would at least have come up to sniff around for breakfast.

Bdubs marched to the basement, lathered up. He stomped on the pressure plate like it owed him money.

Etho was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a deep red blanket. He was still sleep-scuffed, hair sticking up at all angles, face uncovered. The fireplace was lit and gently crackling, the scene lit like something out of a painting. Etho had been writing in his journal. His pen paused over the page as Bdubs stormed in.

“Did you need something?” Etho asked, after a moment of nothing but silence, Bdubs glaring at him, panting from the trip downstairs. “I didn’t accidentally leave the stove lit, did I?”

Etho’s nonchalance knocked the wind out of Bdubs’ sails. Abruptly, he felt like crying. “I thought,” Bdubs tried, “I thought maybe we could hang out today.”

“Oh,” Etho said. “Well, you can join me down here, if you want.”

Bdubs stiffly walked down the stairs and sat on the opposite end of the couch.

“Here,” Etho said, and draped half of the red blanket in Bdubs’ lap. “Good?”

Bdubs nodded, watching the flames jump in the fireplace. There was a brief silence, Bdubs holding his breath, before Etho’s pen began scratching against paper again.

Bdubs pulled the blanket over himself and stared into the fire, tried to ignore the lump growing in his throat. Stupid. He was being so stupid. But why wasn’t Etho speaking to him? Or at least teasing him?

The silence between them grew until Bdubs found it unbearable. “You’re acting weird!” Bdubs bawled.

The pen stopped its scratching. Bdubs turned towards Etho, glare accusatory.

“Am I?” Etho asked. Bdubs narrowed in on Etho’s hands, fidgeting with his pen. He was nervous.

“You are,” Bdubs declared, more confident now. “What’s going on? You better tell me.”

“Nothing’s going on,” Etho snorted, gaze skipping away from Bdubs.

“Ahah!” Bdubs shouted. “You can’t even look at me!”

“Bdubs,” Etho sighed.

“No, no, no, that won’t work on me, buddy boy. I know you too well.” Bdubs pressed his hand to his mouth, mind running a mile a minute. “You’ve been avoiding me… but why?”

Etho groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You… hate me. You’re mad at me!”

Etho lowered his hand, shooting Bdubs an incredulous glance.

“No, you’re right. That’s impossible,” Bdubs snorted. “You’re worried I’ll… discover something? A secret?”

“Bdubs, come on—“

“You’re keeping a secret!” Bdubs gasped. “What is it? Are you stealing from me? Was that huge mess in the kitchen actually you and not Ren, like you claimed? Did you take Mi Amore out for a joy ride without my permission?”

“No, it’s not—that was definitely Ren’s mess, by the way—it’s not any of that.”

Bdubs shrunk back. “It’s something worse than that? Etho, what did you do? Please don’t tell me you pissed off Doc. The monolith is too precious, it can’t be a victim to one of his revenge schemes…” He was babbling now, terrified.

Etho exhaled, visibly frustrated. “Will you just—“ He leaned forward and, abruptly, Bdubs’ spiel was cut off.

Bdubs froze, Etho was looking at him, eyes wide, face flushed. “What was that?” Bdubs asked.

“Uh,” Etho said.

Bdubs pressed his fingertips to his lips. His hands were shaking. “You—“ His voice cracked. “You kissed me.”

“Yup,” Etho whispered.

“Wait,” Bdubs said. His mind, wiped clean by the kiss, suddenly rebooted. “Was this the secret?”

Etho’s expression was morphing from one of shock to one of desperation.

Bdubs covered his mouth with both hands. Something was running through his veins that Bdubs could only describe as liquid glee. “No, no, don’t tell me. Have you been avoiding me because you like me?”

Etho’s face flushed the color of a very ripe tomato.

Bdubs was in a paroxysm of delight. “You like me! You want to kiss me,” he jeered. “Etho, that’s so embarrassing!”

Etho crossed his arms. “No it’s not. I don’t think it’s embarrassing.”

“Ah, sorry, sorry sorry,” Bdubs tried to reign in his smile, but it was difficult when every cell of his body was alight with happiness. “It’s not embarrassing… Wait, I’m not saying this right.” Bdubs leaned forward, tried to be earnest. “You know, I actually have a little secret of my own.”

“Uh-huh.” Etho was wary.

“Yeah…” Bdubs let out a nervous bray of laughter. “Okay, actually this is really embarrassing.”

Etho brow was smoothing, his eyes lighting with comprehension.

“Just…” Bdubs muttered.

They reached for each other at almost the same time, and Bdubs barely had time for another nervous giggle before Etho’s mouth was on his. Etho’s lips brushed against his slowly, deliberately, and Bdubs melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Etho and pulling him closer.

They kissed for a breathless minute, Bdubs’ heart skipping every other beat, and then they shifted apart, Etho warmly cupping Bdubs’ cheek.

Bdubs blinked at him, hardly believing his luck. He nudged forward, rubbed his nose against Etho’s, watched Etho’s cheeks heat up, watched a shy smile wind its way across his face.

Bdubs heaved a sigh and collapsed, tucking his head against Etho’s shoulder. “So annoying,” he complained.

Etho stroked his hair. “What?”

Bdubs harrumphed and buried himself deeper into Etho’s embrace. “Never keep secrets from me again, okay?”

“Okay,” Etho agreed easily. His fingers paused in Bdubs’ hair. “Then I should tell you… that mess in the kitchen really was me.”

Bdubs jerked back. “I knew it! Etho, that took me days to clean!”

Etho laughed, unconcerned. “Here, let me make it up to you.” He tugged Bdubs back towards him and Bdubs’ didn’t stand a chance, really. He pulled Bdubs into a kiss and they curled together, there in the glow of the fire, wrapped up in a deep red blanket.

#the boys are back baby #how many times am i going to write their first kiss? #maybe 100 more #ethubs #my fic #hermitshipping #leaf anon #<3

[fallenclan]

SORRELSTEM FALLING INTO THE SAME THOUGHTS AS OTTERSLIP OH NOOOOOOOOO !! silverbelly girl runnnn ,,,, also the ever lingering feeling of guilt and loss and mourning for someone who's still alive >> jaguar anon thank you for this feast i am full

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YES THIS AUGHHHH im so normal about jaguar's writing <lie

#fallenasks #leaf anon

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Bad moon. How do you think Sun would react if she saw how you were treating Solar? You know she cared about him. Sun is the one to suggest separation, Sun was the one who wanted you to save Eclipse over himself.

Let's say she does wake up tomorrow, you actually fix her. Do you think she'd be proud of what you've done?

Moon: ...She doesn't have t' know what happened. She won't know what happened. I'll make sure of it.

#tsams lwyd au #lwyd bad moon #asks #leaf anon #madcatdaderpydrawer blog

[pacificwaternymph]

What are arena duo like in the au?

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Sausage is an agent of pure chaos and Pearl is a hundred percent an enabler. There is, in fact, a behind the scenes clip where Gem was secretly filming the two of them as they had a pushup contest.

Pearl, believe it or not, gets cast as a villain quite a lot, while Sausage is usually playing the upbeat, peppy, overly cheerful side characters, so they like to make jokes about how the cast list got misprinted and their names should have been switched around.

They are absolutely best friends, though. They just constantly bounce off of one another's energy, it's impossible to keep up with them in any way.

#actor au #leaf anon

[dervampireprince]

so I may or may not be drawing Ambrose again instead of studying 👀 he’s just so fun to draw like omg prince you made him in a way that is sp addictive I can’t stop!! /pos

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waaaah /pos

#leaf anon #the vampire answers

[tklpilled]

Yes tickle monster devil yoshida is so real in my heart

I can definitely imagine Yoshidas style of tickling is like maddeningly gentle it makes Denji want to crawl out of his skin but at the same time he finds laughing like this and being close to someone really fun. I feel like if Yoshida pushed enough Denji would reluctantly admit he found it kinda fun.

I also feel like the SECOND Yoshida stops tickling Denji he will immediately tackle Yoshida to get him back but to no avail he looks at Yoshida with the most confused look

“Sorry Denji, im not ticklish”

“Bullshit!”

“Nope! no bullshit here”

“Nah that’s definitely bullshit, everyone is! And it would be totally unfair if you got away with attempting to murder me scott free”

Then Yoshida tries to explain how he seriously isn’t ticklish and Denji should stop before he embarrasses himself. But Denji actually has some pretty good intuition and notices Yoshida start to talk faster and smile get a bit more nervous. So he lands on Yoshidas hips giving them a quick squeeze and Yoshida just yelps. And Denji has the most evil mischievous smug grin on his face and Yoshida realises he is DOOMED

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denji is stronger than yoshida but like half of the time he doesn't expect yoshida to fight back so he ends up getting like. thrown on the ground and then the tables are turned. BUT the other half of the time yoshida lets denji tickle him for a bit <3

#ask #anonymous #leaf anon

[inanimateinsanitymephone]

you've caught me.,.. Anyway, all that aside, how would you feel like if 4S somehow got brought back?

#leaf anon #no longer anon though?? #ii mephone4 #mephone4 #mephone4 ii #ii #iii #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #ii fanart #art #artists on tumblr

[seasonal-writes]

Hello!!! It's been a little while.

Just wanted to say that the last few months have been. A lot, but I always look at your works so so fondly. I get excited about them every time, even if I don't have the energy to actually say so. Your ranchers are my favourite guys and your worlds are so special to me. You have a real gift, and I love seeing everything you create with it!

Hope you're doing well, and that the last little while has been treating you kindly<3

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hello!

;-; ohgh, leafie. thank you! <3 genuinely this is so so sweet, and i really appreciate you saying all of that.

i will admit, things have been... good,, mostly. there have been many rough patches, but i'm pushin' through! i haven't had a ton of time or energy to write as of late, especially since most of my writing energy is being used academically, but i've still been greasing the wheel in a fiction writing class. so that's nice! if i ever like one of my little prompts enough, i'd love to share it on here. for funsies. but yeah! just been busy time for me. thank you for this sweet little check in, i'm so glad you're still enjoying the fic even without anything new. i hope you're doing okay. :)

#leaf anon #hi pal! :D long time no see! #so happy to hear from youuuu #seasonal-asks #(soon i'll get to answering some of the others i've received i'm just really bad at the asks tbh)

[real-total-drama-takes]

Lindsay is such an annoying character like we get it she’s dumb leave it alone already

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#leaf anon #character hate

[lunarblazes]

I'd love to request pearl and grian shenanigans if that's ok :3 I'm a skyblings lover, what can I say 🙃

-leaf anon 🍂

on a hostile stars kick i guess adjfhdgfkdjg sorry leaf anon if this isnt what you wanted but i realized they never actually. did the patron thing. so i wrote it DJFKHGDKJHG spoilers for late at night when the stars don't look quite right!

(this one is honorarily called scarecrow bones after a crane wives song hehe)

About a week after the big fight, Grian and Pearl sat down in the kitchen for the first time. Grian had been in and out of consciousness for most of the week, occasionally stumbling down the stairs to drink the bare minimum amount of water while Pearl patrolled the woods around her base to make sure nothing would surprise them.

They were a little preoccupied, so it wasn't really wholly their fault for forgetting possibly the most important takeaway from the fight: they weren't bonded yet. Pearl never completed the ritual. In all honesty, she'd forgotten. Just a bit.

She wasn't paranoid, per se. She preferred the term careful.

Grian still felt terrible by the seventh day, but he'd stopped slipping in and out of fever dreams and nightmares (skewed far more towards the latter), so he figured he should check on Pearl. She was standing on the porch, her hand still idly drumming on her sword. He cleared his throat (which he was still slightly surprised he could actually do).

Pearl nearly jumped out of her skin at the noise, whirling around and immediately pinning him to the wall with her sword. Grian flinched and ducked instinctively, rolling out of the way as Pearl registered who he was and dropped her blade.

Both of them scrambled to opposite ends of the porch.

"Sorry, sorry! Sorry--"

"Jeez, Gri, don't do that to me, I--"

"--I didn't know you were focused on something! Sorry--"

"--I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here, it was an overreaction--"

They clamped their mouths shut at the same time, realizing they were talking over each other. Pearl nodded to him.

"You first."

"No, you--"

"C'mon, mate, we can't both be this terrible at conversation. You start."

"Um. I just wanted to say hi, I guess? Make sure you were doing okay out here."

"Oh." Pearl straightened, gingerly picking up her sword from the floorboards. "Well, I'm okay! Just keeping watch."

Grian blinked owlishly. "I know I'm not one to talk, but you seem a little, uh…"

"What?"

Exhausted, over-vigilant, hungry, feral. Things he had personal experience with. "Weird?"

Pearl huffed. "I'd be more concerned if I wasn't coming off weird, honestly."

"That's fair." Grian said awkwardly, clutching his knees to his chest.

A silence descended on the conversation. Grian scratched his cheek absently and stared out at the blue sky.

"Grian," Pearl said, "did we ever finish the ceremony?"

Grian stopped scratching his cheek. "…nope."

"Well. We should do that, probably."

"Yep." Grian's gaze snapped back to her face as he realized she'd been standing watch without the aid of respawn. He didn't know much about the godly patron deal, but he'd overheard her and Gem discussing respawn enough to infer about it, at least. "Like, now."

"You're feeling up to it?" Pearl looked surprised.

"Yep," Grian lied, hopping to his feet to prove his point and hiding the wince it sent through his ribcage with what he hoped was a winning smile.

Pearl rubbed her eyes. Gods, she really did look tired. Briefly, Grian considered that this didn't sound like the best or most fleshed out plan to ever exist. He considered telling Pearl to take her turn with the bed and insisting they wait until she felt better. He considered telling her that her judgement probably wasn't sound and neither was his.

Grian said nothing and allowed himself to be sat down in the kitchen. Pearl yawned slightly as she stretched herself out in her chair. She was quite a lot taller than him, actually, a few inches at least. Grian didn't know why he took note of that but it felt like a good moment for random observations about the person who was about to complete some kind of divine ceremony on him.

"So how does this work?" he asked, leaning forward to stare at her hands as if she'd just pull some magic artifact out of thin air.

"I need one of your feathers, actually," she said apologetically. "If you're not ready for that, I can wait a bit longer!"

Another opportunity for Grian to tell her this was a bad idea. He did not take it. Instead, he quickly reached to the back of his neck and plucked out one of the extra down feathers that lined his spine. Luckily, it was still a vibrant red when he handed it over to Pearl.

"Nah, I'm curious now," he heard himself say. And he was curious, very much so, but there was still a part of his brain convinced this would end very, very badly. He told it to shut up. Pearl knew what she was doing.

She blinked at him and took the feather gently, finally laying her sword down on the table to cup the feather in her hands.

"So, I'm gonna say your name--your Name name--and we're gonna decide on the terms of the contract. Then you'll give me a bit of your immortality and I'll give you my loyalty," Pearl explained, "something like that. That sound good?"

Grian considered it. He owed Pearl his life multiple times over, and she was a very funny lady. He could probably do much worse. She could probably do much better among the ranks of the gods in terms of power, but he'd distantly heard how happy she was when discussing the prospect with Gem, so…

"Yeah," he said softly, "I think I could do that. I don't know how much I'll have to give you, but I'll do my best."

"Wouldn't want anythin' else from ya," Pearl said, grinning, and cleared her throat. "Alright, um, Grian Firebringer, Phoenix, Trickster of Ash… the Lost, the Branded--the Golden."

It was strange to have someone speak words that you knew and have them wrap so completely around your head. Every word out of Pearl's mouth sunk into his skin like warm rays of sunlight. It felt good to be seen, to be acknowledged, even as she hesitated on the last titles. Grian knew they were probably bad words by the way she said them, ones that had a meaning, but they just felt like parts of him. He knew this was his name. It wasn't just his name, either, it was him, spoken into existence through insignificant phrases, none of which had true meaning. To him, they were all that was left of who he once was. Grian was surprised to feel a sense of distant nostalgia bubble up in his chest as he processed the words.

Almost on autopilot, he responded, "that's me. What is your wish?"

"I wish for you to give me some of your divinity," Pearl said, her voice almost equally effortless. "I would keep it safe in turn, and it would protect my people and my home."

"I can--"

--the room tilts as the words leave his mouth, he grips the table as images fill his vision--

She stares at him expectantly, her typically serious eyes full of mirth. He doesn't know what he did. His mouth is dry.

What's happened? She's happy. He did something good, then, he's--

--a gate opens--

Something is shifting inside his chest, he can feel it bend and snap and move. It's not replacing anything already there, just adding something new, another aspect of his being. He can't help but wonder about what his identity looks like if this is enough to change him so fundamentally and there's stars above and fire burning behind the--

Rivers, lakes, oceans, every pond and stream, glowing and blessed, the ash and the ember always cursed, why is there a gate? The gate is closed. Open? What should it be?

He remembers seeing the gate. He remembers her standing beside him. He never knew her. Who is he? Where is she?

Something's wrong.

Grian was flung back into the present with a gasp as Pearl nearly fell out of her chair in front of him.

"I feel like," Pearl panted, running a hand down her face, "this is getting a little invasive."

"You saw that?" Grian asked. "Good to know I'm not crazy, I guess?"

"We have to figure out something to help that noggin of yours," Pearl said. "You're…"

"Leaking?" Grian suggested. He grimaced. "Nevermind, that sounds terrible."

"Yeah, no, we're not saying that," Pearl said.

"Well, technically they're not even my memories, if it makes you feel better," Grian offered. "If I don't remember them, legally they're someone else's. And he's dead, so you can't invade on his privacy, can you?"

Pearl stared at him awkwardly. "I think maybe referring to your past self as dead is not a great coping mechanism."

"Neither is running yourself ragged standing on the porch waiting for something to put us in danger so you can feel safe," Grian responded thoughtlessly. He paused. "Wait, that was too real. Sorry."

"Eh," Pearl shrugged. "It's fair."

"Are we gonna try to finish this?" Grian nudged the feather, still glowing in Pearl's cupped hand.

"Oh, right, yeah," Pearl said. "We should be good now, I think you just have to, like… do some godly stuff to the feather to make it permanent, and then I keep it as a token."

Grian frowned. "I don't know how to do that."

"Wave your hands and say a funny word," Pearl suggested helpfully. "That's what Gem does, it usually works out for her."

"I can try that," Grian said. He waved his hands over the feather in what he hoped was a mystical enough way. "Alakazam?"

The feather began floating, humming softly, then settled back into Pearl's palm, its light dimming to a faint golden glow. Grian stared at it.

"Did it work?" he ventured cautiously.

"I dunno," Pearl said. She poked it with a finger. It kept glowing. "Think so?"

Grian stared at his hands. "I don't feel any different."

"Me neither." Pearl yawned rather unceremoniously.

"Go sleep," Grian said, trying not to sound patronizing. "I've been out for a week, it's been more than overdue."

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Pearl said, slowly standing from the table. Grian pretended not to see her take her sword with her upstairs. "Try not to die while I'm gone."

"Oh, please," Grian snorted, "I'm not helpless."

Pearl shot him a look.

"Not entirely helpless," he amended. "Don't worry about me. I'll be here."

Grian laid down by the fireplace, spreading out on his back in what he hoped was a reassuringly calm pose. He shot her two thumbs up signs. She sighed and headed up the stairs, her sword dragging behind her.

"Pesky bird," she muttered, and Grian smiled.

#pearlescentmoon #grian #hostile stars au #lunar wishes #comet prompts #lunar prophecies #i had a lot of fun with this one. they're fucking messes #leaf anon #SORRY ANON I FORGOT YOUR TAG I'M NOT USED TO THIS YET

[rainbowchaox]

🎭 or 👮 for ranchers? (Guessing you already got them though, so otherwise mayhaps an ethubs?)

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Team rancher:

In the Shakespearean sense they are a comedy. Comedy is usually means happy. Sure they died but it wasn’t because like moral flaw or pride that led them there.

Obviously it’s out of a typical moral framework they were romancing in the hunger games but blockgame.

Ethubs

They are totes a tragedy, fucking last life was like serial killer Romeo Juliet. They are so dramatic 💜

And again no moral framework but I will say they are definitely a darker shade of gray.

#team rancher #rancher duo #ethubs #leaf anon

[total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel]

scoots closer and whispers in ur ear. i miss the 2023 total drama fandom already i miss listening to odetari and watching it for the first time and playing total roblox drama

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(leaf anon is fine)

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#I love playing TRD it’s so fun dude #it’s done irreparable damage to my wallet tho like I bought robux for the first time since 6th grade and it was just for that game #total drama #fandom takes #total roblox drama #leaf anon

[fallenclan]

AJSJAK i'm glad you liked it!!! also, i was reading the very first moons again, and omg,,, goldenstar/flare was only 14 moons old then. he survived for so long, watching and seeing the clan grow and change ;((

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GOD I KNOW IT MAKES ME SO FUCKING SAD. and since i started drawing for the clan at 9 moons, he was actually and apprentice when i started. AN APPRENTICE. he was such a little bitty guy its so upsetting. he didnt even have the little snout scar.

#fallenasks #leaf anon #hes just a little guy :(((( to me